#he has got some hypnotic quality

[kitasgloves]

— ♬ NSFW

SUNA RINTARO hated himself for being the nosy person that he was. He had a knack for sticking his nose where it shouldn't belong. It began in high school with recording quarrels between the Miya Twins in his volleyball club, and it expanded to his entire social circle and he's now well known for sharing hilarious and horrible pictures of his friends. But Suna also dipped his toes into gossip, not that he shares gossip but he does enjoy listening to it. The absurdity of knowing something controversial or embarrassing served as entertainment for Suna for years to come. Suna had knowledge of the recent dramas trending on the internet or around his friend group. Essentially, Suna Rintarou loves to know everything despite how forbidden it can be.

However, now, Suna is beginning to regret it. He knows it's wrong, he's aware that he shouldn't be investigating, but something sick and twisted bloomed in his chest when he went past his roommate's door and heard a muffled whimper.

His stoic and mysterious roommate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, has been living with him for two and a half years. They got along relatively well with their shared interests in volleyball and music. Suna thinks Sakusa is a clean freak like his former-captain back in Inarizaki but he doesn't think less of him. The man was impressively handsome, intelligent, and famous so it was no surprise that people were fawning for him and worshipped the ground he walked on. Suna did his research on him, a.k.a. some stalking. From his Instagram with a scarce of posts, stumbling across some fan edits of him here and there. To old articles about Sakusa that shared rare and low-quality photographs of him. Though it seemed like no matter how deep he dug, he couldn't find any filth about the man.

"Oh, Kiyoomi is a private person. No matter how close me and him were, I have no idea what's going on in his life"

Suna recalls Komori, Sakusa's cousin, telling him that. He thought if he silently fucked around he would find out something incriminating or embarrassing about the unshakeable Sakusa Kiyoomi. Now, he wished he didn't. Suna was absolutely embarrassed and intrigued when he listened to the moaning on the other side of Sakusa's door. It was unmistakably a girl. Suna already made assumptions that Sakusa was too busy with his volleyball career to hook up or make romantic relationships, but he was wrong and he found it in the worst possible way.

"Omi, please"

Something about that woman's voice hypnotized Suna. As his shaky hand tried to push the ajar door further, he was greeted with a delicious sight. It was you, Sakusa's friend, on the bed, naked with your legs spread out as Sakusa settled between them ramming against you. Your hair was a mess, sweat glistened on your skin, and your eyes kept shutting when Sakusa hit a specific spot. Suna felt his throat go dry as his heart leaped out of his chest. He was stuck in a trance, unable to pull away from the erotic sight of Sakusa Kiyoomi pounding against you.

"You like that pretty girl?"

Sakusa purred. It was so uncharacteristic that Suna had to blink several times if this was the same man he saw every day who was always so put together now sweaty and messy. You were lying down at the edge of the bed, facing away from the door while Sakusa kneeled on the bed fucking into you. Suna had the perfect view of your tits bouncing while Sakusa drills his cock into your pussy. He knows better to pull his fucking eyes away and mind his own goddamn business, but Suna knows he wasn't that kind of guy. He was the type to always want to know more.

He wanted to know what Sakusa does to make you scream deliriously. He needed to know what makes your eyes roll back, how your lips taste, how your pussy felt. Suna knows he has no right to fantasize about you like that but he couldn't help it. He's already palming the bulge in his pants when Sakusa picks up the pace. He listens intently to your mixed moans and pants as you both chase your sweet release. The longer he watched the more he was convinced he was also inside of the room.

"Fuck, Omi!"

You screamed and reached your orgasm, Sakusa grunted and cums inside of you. At the same time, Suna was reaching inside his pants and pumping his cock. What he wasn't expecting was to lock eyes with Sakusa. His blood went cold but a rush of warmth spread across Suna's face. He was waiting for Sakusa to give him a terrifying glare, release his grip on your thighs, and march over to him to strangle him. No, instead, Sakusa smirks devilishly as he puts his cock back inside of you.

"No! Omi, it's too much!"

"Shhh, I know you can handle one more"

Sakusa begins to earnestly fuck you but his eyes were now on Suna's. He wanted to pack his bags, leave the country, and change his name, but Suna kept watching. Sakusa was looking at him teasingly, undressing his brain and finding all the filthy thoughts he was hiding. Sakusa pounds into you faster making you shut your eyes and fall into the pleasure, blissfully unaware of the voyeur in the doorway, shamelessly watching.

"Oh, just like that Omi!"

Now, Suna is matching his pace with Sakusa as he imagines himself in his place. He imagined you moaning his name. Suna locks himself into an intense state of lust as Sakusa watches both him and you with complete amusement. He was delighted by the fact he's responsible for both of your pleasures. With every pump of Suna's hand on his own dick and his cock kissing your cervix, Sakusa can feel you both getting close. His eyes trailed from Suna to you.

"Kiyoomi!"

You shut your eyes and arched your back as Sakusa feels you clench around his dick, cumming hard. His ears catch the muffled moan from Suna as he cums around his hand. When Suna realizes that Sakusa is still looking at him, he finally has the ability to retreat to his bedroom. He cleans himself up as he tries to process what the fuck he has done. A billion thoughts race his mind. Suna becomes too ashamed and weak to leave his room and face you or Sakusa. Fortunately, he heard you leave a few minutes later he locked himself up. Suna grew nervous the longer he remained alone with Sakusa in their shared apartment. He lasted two hours until he felt himself growing hungry. Suna waited for a moment when Sakusa switched off the television, seemingly now retreating to his room. When Suna opens his door and sneaks to the kitchen, he finds Sakusa leaning against the wall next to the refrigerator with a cunning smirk.

"Took you long enough to show up"

Suna gulped and tried to flee but Sakusa grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close, towering over him. Suna scrambles and tries to make up with an excuse.

"Lo-look if this was about earlier, I didn't mean it I swear"

"No, it's fine. I'm not angry"

"...You're not?"

"If I was, I wouldn't have looked you right in the eye and fucked [Name] again"

"What do you want from me?"

"Would you mind watching another round of me and my girl later? You seem to enjoy it so much"

"What the fuck?"

"Head to my room at eleven"

Sakusa whispered against Suna's ear and released him. Bewildered but excited, Suna returns back to his room. He paces around and waits until he hears the door open and your voice greets Sakusa. He mentally prepares himself for fifteen minutes before he approaches Sakusa's room. He knocks on the door and hears Sakusa saying it was 'open' before entering.

"Holy shit"

Suna said breathless because you were sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked and smiling sweetly at him, tilting your head and waving at him.

"Hi Rintaro"

Fuck, he can feel his cock stirring awake with the way you say his name. Sakusa, still dressed, instructs him to take a seat. Suna could feel his heart racing miles per second when Sakusa stripped off his shirt and started kissing you. He knew Sakusa told you about him watching you two fucking earlier, he was just not expecting you to be on board with it. Sakusa caressed your cheek with a smile.

"Are you ready to give him a show, darling?"

Your eyes meet Suna's and he melts in his seat, it is a mixture of playfulness and desire. Suna forgets about his raging boner as he stares hungrily back at you. You nod towards Sakusa.

"Let's give him the best show of his life"

You say. That alone made Suna think that tonight is going to be one fucking ride. He didn't have his phone to record the moment, only his eyes were going to capture everything. Suna wouldn't mind keeping this one a secret.

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #suna rintarou #suna x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #suna x you #sakusa x you #sakusa x reader x suna #haikyuu drabbles

[pinknipszz]

Hi! Firstly, I love ur headcannons and the way u characterize them, specially Lo and Neteyam. Could you do avatar headcannons of how they would be in a traditional dance festival. (Like would they be dancing, drinking, telling stories, etc.) Much love, xx

hi anon! 👩‍❤️‍👩 and thank you! i’m not really confident in my lo’ak and neteyam, but i’m so glad you like them! and that’s such a cute idea :) i hope you like my take on it. love you lots! xx

avatar headcanons | you attend a na’vi festival

⋆✮↪ neteyam and lo’ak + bonus: jake and tsu’tey

neteyam

he plays songs with traditional instruments. his favorite is the gourd drum. it's made out of the bladder from a sturmbeest his mother hunted, and he plays it at the festival. when you asked him why, he embarrassingly admitted that he’s insecure about his singing voice, so he uses the gourd drum to imitate the microtonal drone in na’vi singing. as much as you like to reassure him, you love neteyam’s musical prowess. he even dedicates songs to you.

he makes you dance with him most of the night. the festival itself is all about dancing to honor the great mother. to neteyam, dancing is one of the most intimate things in the world, and he wouldn’t do it with anyone else except you. when you first arrive at the festival in your beautiful attire, he is sweeping you off your feet. he is swaying to the sounds of the hypnotic music, taking the lead and outshining everyone else. everyone has their eyes on their future tsahik and olo’eyktan.

he shows you off at every chance he gets. when you two aren’t dancing, neteyam is dragging you around to meet his friends from training, bragging about how beautiful and kind and talented you are. in these special moments, you admire how the “perfect child” facade slips away to mess with his friends like how he does with his brother. it wouldn’t be like this under any other circumstances. you’re truly grateful to the festival and the great mother, even if neteyam teases you too. you swear he exaggerates everything.

lo’ak

he teaches other na’vi how to gamble. he learned the whole idea of gambling from his dad. he’d teach you and the other na’vi all about human games like “jackblack” and “poker” and “julepe” using makeshift cards and chips. you were really confused about the rules but eventually got the hang of it. your group of friends would bet simple things, like woven clothes or headpieces. when things aren’t looking so good for you, lo’ak would start accusing other na’vi of cheating.

he turns drinking into a competition. he technically isn’t supposed to drink, but it’s a festival so what were his parents expecting? lo’ak likes to provoke other young warriors into stupid challenges to see can who handle their alcohol the best. they don’t fall for it at first, but lo’ak knows how to push the right buttons. these usually end with a lot of empty bottles. lo’ak always wins, but at what cost? his dignity? his honor? there’s too much to count. you like to tease him afterwards.

he pulls you away from the crowd a lot. festivals can get a little overwhelming, and even the great and mighty lo’ak has his social limits. when his dancing becomes sluggish or his mind is off somewhere else, you take his hand to ask if everything’s alright. instead of responding, though, he abruptly pulls you away from the festival to spend some quality time with you. you two are silent all throughout, but you like to stroke his hair and cup his face to comfort him. lo'ak loves you for it.

jake

he’s coming up with new drinks. driven by his mysterious human knowledge, toruk makto is an artist when it comes to mixing alcohol. he just felt that na’vi drinks were too weak, so he asked mo’at if he could change things up a little at the festival. it took a lot of convincing, especially since it’s a special tradition, but she reluctantly gave in. now not only does the clan adore him for bonding with toruk, but also his excellent drinks. he doesn't even have experience from earth. he just mixes things together and prays.

tsu’tey

he babysits the children. festivals were never really his thing. he just grabs a drink and leaves. before, tsu’tey was obligated to stay for the whole duration of the festival as the future olo’eyktan. since that title was given to jake, he doesn’t even bother to show up sometimes. that doesn’t mean the clan doesn’t put him to work, though. he’s the assigned “babysitter,” as jake puts it, which is ironic since tsu’tey doesn’t know a thing or two about kids. somehow, the clan children still like him.

(masterlist)

#avatar the way of water #atwow #james cameron avatar #avatar 2009 #neteyam #neteyam x reader #lo'ak sully #lo'ak x reader #jake sully x reader #jake sully #tsu'tey x reader #tsu'tey headcanons #avatar headcanons #jake sully headcanons #neteyam headcanons #lo'ak headcanons #atwow headcanons #atwow lo'ak #atwow neteyam

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

So I spent a chunk of today very confused as to why this photo affected me so much. Why is Rhys, as Stede, in this photo, so dopamine inducing?

I’m a Quality Assurance Specialist / Software Developer by day, so I HATE not understanding how things work, and I thought, “Why not look at smaller pieces of it, one at a time to see what it’s made of?”

I decided to start on the light side of his face.

On this side you can see the signature smirk, and the sparkle in his eye. The foreground is lit and the background is bringing your eye towards the stairs, which triggers the imagination, because where does it go? Does he want you to go with him?

That’s the first thing I think that I realised made this photo so enticing to me, it’s not just a picture of Stede, it’s a picture of Stede with the promise of going somewhere with him. Somewhere you don’t know. He’s looking directly at the camera, and he’s grinning, and he’s focused on YOU.

Add to that-- bedroom eyes at their finest.

Moving on to the dark side of his face:

The tone has completely changed. Without the smirk, he looks confused or almost uncomfortable/nervous. The vein in his neck is tightened, and the adams apple looks like he just swallowed air, the eyebrow, not coupled with the smirk is furrowed slightly.

Now, in general I’d just like to shout out how amazing his facial range is, that Rhys can have two sides with different expressions. His physical comedy and acting is always so impressive to me. He must have cheek muscles for days. Moving on.

Back to the right side for a moment, but not the eyes. I’m convinced in some weird part of my brain that he’s got hypnotic powers in them because they always make me swoon, but I digress (really I think it’s just he uses his expressions to the fullest, and people can smile and provide intent with their eyes).

ANYWAY— both sides of the smirk are visible and so both parts look positive again, both look well meaning and playful. The view of the right cheek (his left) is really pronounced, so you can really tell he’s not just smirking but smiling, so it's a more intense look.

The arm position is more provocative, once again, shoulder and elbow directing your eyes to the stairs.

Provocative, as well, because of the hint of a bare chest. Strings as opposed to thick fabric in general seem to evoke more of a sexual intent (thongs, bikinis, etc). Like one pull of a string away and the whole thing will unravel. Again, enticing and suggestive.

Alright, on to the other arm. I didnt go into it much in the last picture of this side because I feel like his face distracts from the body language (because his face distracts from everything!). The shoulder is peaked, which even though he’s reaching up, gives off that feeling of a shrug which in itself can be suggestive if delivered in the right context.

The part that really stands out to me though is the fingers in the tassel. As we’ve seen in some of his other movies, and the scene at the restaurant before they run off, Rhys has purposeful but gentle finger movements— much like Stede's general personality.

Example 1: Love Birds

Example 2: Coconut Stede - GIF by bizarrelittlemew

They really are a tease. So much so that I've considered doing another appeal to the court, this time regarding Rhys’ slutty fingers, but I digress.

You can't see the tips of his fingers in the shot with the tassel, but it’s the reaching, and the obviously delicate touch that once again adds to the whole awkward yet suggestive nature of his arm.

Next up, no hands or elbow, just lower left jaw and chest. I mentioned previously that the vein in his neck looks tense. Without the eyes to provide context, it does look like he’s maybe a bit nervous.

From there, follow the line from his nose all the way down. Nose, to smile lines, to neck vein, which lines up perfectly with the seam in his shirt, which then draws your attention several ways, to the arm, down the shirt to the belt, or down the collar to the strings in the bare chest. That vein connects everywhere else together. We may not recognise it consciously, but these lines in photos and drawings can really make a difference in tone and intent.

Now after all that, time to go back to the face, this time framed a bit differently. Full Rhys headshot without the dark background with the stairs.

This shot, without the rest, looks much more confident to me. Less suggestive, and more haughty which I feel like is his signature captain look.

Please reference anytime he's in the English uniform, good lord.

A fun little extra thing, in this shot you can see the ring, bright gold, and it matches his hair. Harder to see that in the other shots because there’s too much else going on.

So, overall, this BTS photo is just generally phenomenal. It keeps the most important thing, Stede, lit and in the forefront but leaves trails for where your eyes should wander.

I think the reason this picture affects me so viscerally is because of the pure chaos of feelings in it. You have Confident Stede, Delicate Stede, Nervous Stede, Suggestive Stede, Playful Stede, Kind-eyed Stede, and it’s very much so much about the viewer. He’s looking at YOU, not at the person taking the picture. He’s expressing all those emotions at YOU. YOU are being offered to take his hand and go up to the dance and who knows where else. When I say "YOU", I mean Ed really in this context, but YOU get to feel like Ed for a bit in this photo.

You get to feel that goofy, accepting, loveable man dote on you, even for just a moment. For me personally, I've been starved for a long time of emotional affection, despite being married, and this kind of a glimpse into what Ed can and does experience is both tortuous and incredibly encouraging. It brings hope, and joy, and is just all around absolutely glorious. Thank you Samba and the rest of the bts crew that keep sharing these amazing glimpses of heaven.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #rhys darby #ofmd bts #how can i get any work done when rhys darby exists #thank you samba #totally normal for rhys darby tumblr association

[letsquestjess]

My Symphony - Part 1 (Tech x GN!Reader)

Summary: After Tech hears you playing music, he can't help but listen, slowly falling for the musician tugging on his heartstrings.

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: Putting an 18+ / MDNI on this one since there is a slightly heated bit in the middle. Mentions of injury and death. Set pre-order 66.

A/N: This one has been quite long in the making but I finally got it finished. Enjoy!

Part 2

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Mumbling quietly to himself as he reviewed his daily schedule, Tech made his way down the blinding white corridor, scratching absently at the itch on his chin. His brothers had already fallen behind on their duties, so he reorganised the items to accommodate any contingencies.

Wrecker usually spends an extra twenty minutes in the mess hall around this time of week, he contemplated, analysing the pattern of delays from previous weeks. And Crosshair and Hunter are still occupied by their disagreement over the bunk situation. Deep ridges settled between his brows and he clicked his tongue. 

The end room emitted a delicate melody, tender notes muffled by the room’s sound insulation. He paused by the partially open door and stole a glimpse of what was inside. Rooms in this section of the city were mostly abandoned, but a staff member sat at the Pantoran spinet, pressing at the instrument and mollifying a lullaby in a tempered arrangement of tones and pitches.

Music ebbed and flowed in perfect rhythm, and Tech lowered his datapad. As you focused your attention on creating that blissful sound, your eyes danced from key to key, and a serene smile formed on your lips. Mellow harmonies merged to create a soothing theme that eased his worries and allayed his brilliant, yet always racing, mind. 

A set of footsteps approached, and springing into motion, he darted away from the soft sounds and headed for the simulation centre to wait for his brothers. 

But the harmony never left him. In the weeks that followed, he still felt the vibrations in his chest and often found himself humming your tune as he tinkered with his latest project. Your music had built a home in his mind, haunting him in the most welcomed way possible, and he purposely began taking the same route to linger outside whenever you played. At first, he wondered if the instrument’s frequency had hypnotic qualities, but after conducting some thorough research into the matter, he concluded that it simply had a pacifying effect on him. 

Finding some free time after lunch, he made his usual trek to the training facility and slowed at the euphoric vibration filling the vacant corridor. Rather than checking through the door as he normally did, he opted to sit on the floor outside and let the music wash over him, eyes fluttering shut as he tilted his head against the wall. Every shift and lull caressed him, whispering sweet words and-

“Tech?”

He bolted upright as soon as he saw Hunter looming over him with folded arms and a lifted eyebrow. 

“What are you doing?” his brother asked, amused. 

“I was… I was merely…” Tech prepared to fire his excuses, but the rich melody behind him continued to play, continued to turn every rational thought to mush. As it stopped and the door slid open, he was saved from one embarrassing situation and launched into another, whirling round and coming face to face with the musician he’d been admiring for weeks. He shoved his goggles up to the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat. 

You smiled apologetically at the two clones and scanned the deserted corridor outside. “I wasn’t playing too loud, was I? Didn’t think many people came this way.” 

“No, of course not, we were…” Seeking to ignore the knowing smirk his brother aimed at him, Tech stood up straight. “I overheard you several weeks ago. You are exceptionally skilled.”

A breath snagged at the compliment, and ignoring the flush of heat rising, you stepped aside, inviting them into the hushed hum. “If you have some time, you’re both more than welcome to come in and listen.”

“I have places to be,” Hunter stated, “but I’m sure Tech would love to take you up on that offer.”

The clone in question nodded, his jaw clenching against the urge to reprimand his brother for his behaviour. He made a mental note to have a stern conversation with him about it later. 

As Hunter strolled away with a tickled grin plastered on his face, you prompted Tech into the room and encouraged him towards the array of chairs. Introducing yourself, you slid onto the cushioned bench behind the spinet. “I didn’t realise anybody came here anymore,” you said. “I thought this part of the city was mostly used for storage.” 

“It is, but I discovered a route that gets me to the training facility three minutes quicker,” Tech replied. 

“And it leads you right past here?”

“Precisely.” He chose the seat closest to you and scanned over the assortment of badges on your left sleeve. “You work in the data department.” 

“Mostly archives,” you sighed, arranging the sheet music and selecting one from the middle. “It can get pretty boring in there but occasionally something interesting shows up.” 

With a slight shrug, you began to play, hands floating up and down, and back again to inspire the instrument to sing. The song started peacefully, affectionately, like a friendly explorer coaxing a frightened animal out of hiding. An impassioned lilt of treble notes soared and Tech hung onto every alteration in sound, eyebrows lifting of their own volition as though to follow the stirring rise. 

You suppressed a grin at the reverie in his gaze. It had been a while since you’d had an audience, and never one as enraptured as this.  

* * *

After your initial meeting, Tech became a regular visitor, often finding reasons to stop by and listen while you played. He conducted his research while in your melodious company, and you quickly found a sense of ease in his presence, admiring his directness and his curiosity. 

“Would you like to sit with me?” you asked one rainy afternoon, the elements battering on the ceiling. His eyes flicked up from his datapad and the amber speckles glistened at the proposition. 

“I assumed you would need adequate space in order to play comfortably,” he said. 

“There’s plenty of room for you, me and the music,” you jested, tapping the vacant spot next to you on the bench. 

He approached with a hint of hesitation, but seeing that you could still perform unhindered by his closeness, he relaxed and observed in fascination. Up close, he distinguished each keystroke and the length of the notes as you held them in place, assisting them to shine just a little longer. He was accustomed to the cacophony of war, to blaster fire and the shrieks of the fleeing and dying, but your music sounded like pure starlight and the notion warmed him. 

“If you want, I can teach you a few basics,” you said, pausing your pleasing tune. He responded with a keen nod, and you helped him position his gloved digits over the lower level of keys, encouraging him to apply a gentle pressure. “Now, go up a set. That’s it. And up again.” Step by step, you instructed him from one end of the spinet to the other in a series of precise scales and the odd false note. “Okay, keep that going.” 

A graceful composition sparked from your fingertips as they glided effortlessly across the top level to harmonise with his rhythm. Concentration occupied his expression, but you picked up on the hint of a grin at your united effort. 

As you finished your song on the lower set of keys, his thumb grazed yours, light and controlled. No longer focused on the music, his reverent gaze fixed onto you. 

Instinct drove his movements, shaky hands abandoning the musical instrument to find the curve of your waist and cradle your cheek. Seconds ticked by endlessly in a palpable silence. As though a switch had flipped, he abruptly retreated. Alarmed, his demeanour coiled in on itself and his leg bounced. 

“I apologise, I am not sure what came over me,” he said, embarrassment blossoming pink on the tips of his ears. 

“It’s okay, Tech.” You guided him to your waist and your cheek again, and he melted into your touch. “I’ve been thinking the same. Wanting the same.” His guard slowly eased, but you sensed the vulnerability in his movement. “You can tell me what you want.” Noting him struggling to form a sound, you leaned a little closer to whisper in his ear, “Or you could show me if that’s easier.” 

An endearing furrow scrunched at his eyebrows, and you almost saw the thoughts circulating, calculating his next step. He gradually raised his eyes and held them steady, determined not to look away this time. The scent of standard issue shampoo welcomed you into his space and you set a tender kiss on his cheek, letting him adapt to the experience. Like a tightly wound coil snapping, he was on you. 

Hesitancy vanished as he surrendered wholeheartedly to his desire to feel you. Eyes squeezed shut, he studied every fluctuation of your lips as though it was his only purpose, to chart the gradual developments, the tender, the passionate, the clambering, urgent need to be part of each other. 

The datapad on the sheet music stand beeped and Tech detangled himself from your comforting embrace with a grumble, shooting the infernal device a cursory glance. “A briefing has been called.”

From the way he pursed his lips, you gathered he wasn’t thrilled about going, but you didn’t want to risk him getting into trouble. Certainly not on your behalf. “Go,” you told him. “I will meet you here after dinner. Might even play you some more songs, if you’re lucky.” 

“Already am lucky,” he said in his love-drunk haze, squeezing you close to him and only releasing his grip once you insisted he get going. Gathering his belongings, he gave you one last kiss and headed out into the silent corridor. 

Tech didn’t meet you after dinner. You paced between the instruments and listened to the persistent click of your steps until exhaustion finally led you to your quarters. After sending him a quick message, you tried to settle down for the night, but the quiet was deafening and sleep only came when you were too drained to do anything but rest. 

You woke with a start to the sound of your shrieking alarm, and your heart raced as you fumbled for your datapad, searching for any messages. Inbox empty, you got yourself up and prepared for the day ahead. 

The weeks seemed to blend together in a monotonous blur of loneliness and worry until you received news of Clone Force 99’s disappearance during a covert mission. Upon discovering the reports, you made a beeline for the music room and settled at the spinet in silence. Unable to touch a single key, to hear a note without your fear boiling over, you clamped a hand over your mouth and bawled. Your tears dribbled through your fingers and onto the old instrument, salty droplets mixing with the dust on the peeling redwood. 

After a while, it all became a distant memory, and you stopped visiting altogether. The kiss was vivid in your mind, and you couldn’t help but think about what might have been if you had asked him to stay with you. But wondering about it now would accomplish nothing. What was done was done, and all you could do was wait. 

Bleary-eyed and still half-asleep after another restless night, you traipsed towards the archives and passed a group of clones congregated outside the mess hall, deep in discussion. 

“Yeah, it was definitely Clone Force 99,” a clone said to his brothers. “By the sounds of it, they almost got caught by Seppies. Nasty stuff. Couple were brought back on stretchers. Don’t think they’ll be out of the med bay soon.” 

Your thumping heart drowned out the rest. Everything you had endured over the past month shattered, crashed, burned, hurt more than you could handle, and you hurried along inconspicuously.

It couldn’t be true. Tipoca city was always abuzz with rumours, and this was merely another. But in the recesses of your mind, in the house of all your dread, you saw Tech lying lifeless on a stretcher, transported home through blankets of rain and howling winds. 

You took a diligent breath and straightened your clothes, forcing yourself to slow your flurried steps as you made your way to the medical facility. Beyond the doors, the clone on duty signalled for you to retreat. 

“We have active surgeries going on here,” he said. “Unless you’re hurt or there is an emergency, I can’t help.” 

“No, I…” You could tell he wasn’t going to let you see Tech, and you glimpsed the badges on your sleeve reflecting in the mirror behind his desk. “I work with data management,” you told the medic. “There were some reports about Clone Force 99, but they were scrambled. I was sent to talk to one of them to clarify a few things.” 

“Afraid not,” the clone replied. “Two are in surgery and the other two are getting checked over. I’ll send someone to your department as soon as I can.” 

You refrained from asking for more information about who was in the operating theatre. Instead, you nodded your thanks and departed to the one place you knew held some solace. Darkness hid the instruments and the benches until you switched the lights on. It seemed odd returning after weeks of avoiding it. 

The spinet, untouched since you’d last played it, beckoned you, promised sanctuary and shelter from your pain. As you wriggled to get relaxed on the bench, the smooth discoloured keys tickled your fingertips, cold and forgotten. 

You ran through the practice scales and drove headstrong into the melody that had been haunting you: the tune you’d played almost six months ago when you had found Tech in the hallway and invited him in. Fateful notes mounted and swelled like a gushing river, tearing out of you to expand in the current of song placed earnestly by your hands. Every atom of your soul poured into the music as you rocked forward and your fingers ached from the obstinate pressure. 

“If you keep pressing the keys in that manner, it will wear them down considerably.”

Abruptly halting mid-press, the reverberations deteriorated, and you shot from your seat. Tech’s weary eyes met yours as he braced himself on the door frame. The blotchy red and violet smudges beneath his lower lashes crinkled, and he grappled to keep himself upright.

Without a word, you offered him your arms to lean on and he stumbled into you. You noted the bruises and cuts, the bandage wrapped around his bicep, and the way he limped and leaned to the left. 

In measured movements, you eased him onto the bench and let out a surprised yelp when he tugged you down. “You had me worried,” you said, mindful of his injuries as you nestled into his lap. “I thought… I didn’t know if…” 

Nose nuzzling your neck and arms caging you closer, he gave you a murmured, “I’m sorry.” 

Those whispered words wrenched at your heart and you shook your head at him. “Don’t apologise. It wasn’t your fault, and I am just glad you’re okay.” His usually bright eyes stared at you sluggishly and you traced your thumbs along his unscathed jawline. “Are your brothers all right? When I went to the med bay, the medic told me two were in surgery.” 

“Hunter sustained multiple shots to the chest and Wrecker got caught in an explosion,” Tech explained. “I have been assured that they will both recover, but it is going to be a slow process.” 

“And Crosshair?”

“Minor injuries like mine.” 

You wanted to ask more, but all you could think about was his body close to yours, alive and warm. The two of you were together, and that was all that mattered. “You should have gone to your barracks and got some rest.”

“I did not know what to do,” he said, so small and fragile, and unlike him it plucked at your composure. “The medics would not let me stay once they were certain I would be all right, so I came here.” The corners of his lips rose gingerly in a tired but determined smile to be brave for you. “I came here to my symphony.” 

As you shifted cautiously and sat down next to him on the bench, you gently guided him to lie down and rest his head in your lap. He adjusted his position until he found a comfortable spot and his breathing evened out.

“Perhaps this will help,” you said, playing a slow lullaby. Sweet notes drifting between you both, you stroked your hand through his hair to soothe him with your touch and the music you hoped would bring him some peace. 

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[green-alm0nd]

Can I request a Hunter or Anakin (you can choose) fic, where they walk in on the reader practicing a dance?

If you need a song for the dance, I got you:

Hello!

Of course I can! I hope you like it! <3

[Hunter x gn!reader]: I had no idea you could dance

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Summary:

After a long mission, the Bad Batch go back to Pabu to rest. Hunter can't wait to see you again, but he was surprised when he walked in on you dancing to a song.

WARNINGS: None, really. Fluff, established relationship, soft and flustered Hunter. A bit short but I hope you like it!

Requested by: @kombatkid

Enjoy!

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"We're finally back!" Wrecked excitedly said.

Tech pushed his goggles.

"We know, it was unnecessary of you to tell us because we are also going back to Pabu." Tech implied, rolling his eyes.

"Hey! Party crusher!" Wrecker complained.

"I am simply stating a fact." Tech responded.

Hunter sighed.

"Will you two stop it?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. The only thing the clone wanted was to arrive at Pabu, hug you, and spend some nice quality time with you.

It was the only thing he wished for in that moment.

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Upon arriving, Hunter suspected you'd be waiting for him at your shared apartment in the upper part of the island. He breathed in the smell of the salty water that surrounded the isle. It usually gave him sensory overload, especially when it stormed. But seeing as it was a sunny and radiant day, it wouldn't really affect him much.

After Shep welcomed them again, Tech and Phee decided to leave the latest treasure caught in the Archium, while Omega and Wrecker headed down for a race. 'The one who loses has to swim in Pabu water at night!' Omega had yelled, before Wrecker and her starting heading to the shop that sold the closest thing to Mantell mix.

Meanwhile, Hunter walked towards your apartment. He heard a very small amount on music coming from the small cottage, but he figured it could be because you were cleaning, or singing it, or just listening to it.

Upon entering the apartment, his hearing perked up at the significantly loud sound of a hip-hop tune.

He left his stuff at the counter on the kitchen, and walked towards your shared room.

"Cyar'ika?" He asked.

He figured the music was too loud for you to hear him, so he decided to knock on the door.

However, it was open, and Hunter's jaw dropped at the sight. He stared at you through a small gap between the wall and the door.

You, dancing. And not just dancing, but giving everything you had into the song.

He stared at you, gulping loudly as your body; your soul, moved the way the song wanted to.

Your legs were doing an amazing job at keeping up with the music, almost always leaving the ground to jump or slide.

So were your arms, that swayed alongside the beat. And so was your torso, connecting both legs and arms. Your body itself was responsive to the music, and it looked almost natural.

Since when we're you able to dance like that?

Hunter stared, his face turning a shade of pink at the sight. You had been together for around 4 months, and yet he had never seen you dancing. He was so surprised, his arms dangled as if he was hypnotized.

He accidentally opened the door, and mentally slapped himself for doing so. Great: now he would be seen as a stalker if you found out about him staring at you while you danced.

You suddenly stopped, eyes widened. You turned off the music. "Uh...hi." You whispered.

Hunter took a deep breath, trying to make his heartbeat stop beating so fast.

"Hey." He said, with a flustered smile.

"How long have you been here?" You asked, your cheeks red.

"Enough time to realise that you're an awesome dancer." He responded, scratching the back of his neck.

"I thought you would be back later today. You're early." You responded, changing the subject, your face still red.

Hunter let out a playful huff.

"Don't ignore my compliment." He replied, walking to your room, wrapping his arms around you as he smirked.

"I'm not an awesome dancer. I'm just a good one." You shrugged off.

"Liar. But I'll take it." Hunter replied. "But really, you never told me you could dance. I didn't think you even liked it." He said.

"Its just a hobby. But now that you've interrupted me, I won't practice for like a whole year." You replied.

Hunter smiled.

"Pretty please?"

"No."

He chuckled softly.

"Well, one year will have to do then." He said, shaking his head.

You smiled back, the heat dying down.

"Oh, shut it, you."

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I hope you like it since it's my first request and I don't know how it went ;-;

Reblogs, shares and comments are highly appreciated <3

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[xx-adam-xx]

the depths of the club. he'd been here for who knows how long, smoking, drinking, partying. everyone was friendly, nearly every social interaction ending with a grin on his face and his tail wagging. usually, at least one person was weirded out by his hybridism: not in the city clubs, apparently. he even saw a few cats around, mingling just the same as he was.

so when he tried to leave for the night, he was surprised when there were bouncers on the inside of the doors. arms crossed, they'd told him he needed to sign out first. something about door logs. he'd been too intoxicated to question it much, and it was only when they herded him into an impressive looking office that he felt something was off.

"um... what am i supposed to—" the door closed behind him with a click.

the chairs are large and plush. the one behind the desk doesn't face him, set up on a rotating wheel. whoever was sitting there spoke up: "have a seat, darling. you're not in any trouble." she turns in the chair, holding a manila folder, flicking through the papers within.

nervously, tail tucked between his legs, he approached. his ears are tilted forward, twitching at every rustle of paper and every creak of the desk. he sits. "what— what is this? i just want to go home, i don't—"

"shh." she hasn't looked up from the folder once. he goes quiet, ears flattening against his head. something about her presence was undeniable: dignified, strong, decisive. pissing her off seems like the worst possible thing to do. so he waits.

after about a minute or so, she closes the folder and stands up, walking around to the front of the desk. "can i get you anything? a drink?"

"erm— no, no, thanks. already had a lotta those." he offers a nervous smile, searching her expression for anything that might hint at what was going on.

her expression was soft. kind, even. but there was something in her eyes that... "your file is one of the more interesting ones i've read." she cuts off his train of thought, casually stepping forward.

wait, his file? but that folder was nearly filled. no way that was all on him. and even so: "what? file? i never agreed to anyth—"

"you didn't have to. the second you stepped into my city, i had it all." she pulls out a thin piece of paper and holds it out. he leans forward so he can read it, and she takes another step closer.

it's a transcript of the conversation he'd had with the taxi driver on the way here. word for word. "you're not the first, coming up here to escape small town ignorance. most of my people did the same."

something cold shivers down his back. this was bad. this was terrifying. he looks at the piece of paper, then looks up at her. fear has him reeling, dizzy, a sickening lurch in his stomach. it was time to go, fuck the bouncers, fuck this.

he starts to stand. but one moment, she's in front of him, standing, and the next, she's got a hand on his chest and her hips over his. he stops short, eyes widening as she pushes him back down, all but straddling his lap. "wh- what-?"

"shhhh. you don't have to be afraid." she smiles. her presence was thick as the perfume he could acutely smell. thick, cloying, pleasant. some deep down instinct wanted to please her, his body betraying the ringing bells of fear in his brain. "let's calm down and talk this through, pup. take a deep breath."

his body betrays him, obeying. her voice takes on a strange quality, soothing, smooth, soft. "look into my eyes."

he can't stop his eyes from looking up. meeting her gaze. something in him shivers. "you're... you're hypnotizing me." he protests in a baffled mutter, already feeling it, the sway she'd somehow gotten over him. but hypnosis wasn't real. this didn't look like what he'd seen on TV.

"shh, pup. just look into my eyes and relax. look deep and relax. focus on me. you're doing so, so well." she cooed. her hand comes up, cupping his cheek, keeping his face turned to hers, keeping their eyes locked. something in her eyes was magnetizing. fascinating whirls of green in her irises, pulsing gently, soothing his fear, washing away his fear. then, her voice... it was a river he was in the center of, her voice flowing around and beside him.

he slips. the alcohol and weed in his system doesn't help. his eyes droop, his head leaning into her hand. something in him, deep down, struggles and fights desperately. something was wrong. he shouldn't trust her.

"there you go." she purrs approvingly. "there you go, pup. you're fighting me so well. focus on keeping those eyes open. you're so focused. you're fighting me so well. you're so calm and focused. such a good, sleepy boy. what were you saying?"

"...h... hypnnn...tttsss..." his voice is barely audible. a sleepy mumble. the hand that holds his head up scritches his fur, petting him. bliss shoots through him. his dick pulses, his groin heating up. he has to... fight... it.

"hm? i can't hear you, pup. you're too sleepy, aren't you? too sleepy and calm. so focused. so nice and docile already, sweet boy." her other hand, the one that had been on his chest, holding him down, drifts down to his belt. "i know what will help. close your eyes, all the way now. your heavy, heavy eyes. freeing up all that focus, so loose and hazy. try again, pup. really try to tell me."

"hhh... hhhmmnn..." he's so warm. he feels it in his face, in his dick, throughout his whole body. "hh..."

she laughs quietly, a beautiful noise. he wants to make her laugh again. she's pleased with him. she likes him. it's a relief. he doesn't know what's so funny, but he feels a smile mirror on his face. "goood boy," she purrs, scratching behind his ear. his tail would wag if he wasn't sitting beside it. sinking into the chair, so heavy. all that existed was her voice and her touch. and it was a lovely, dreamy existence.

"such a good boy for me. falling for me. deeper and deeper now. so relaxed. so calm. so happy." her voice is like candy— sweet, sugary, wrapping around his mind and binding him. it felt so fucking good. being weak. helpless under her. his head was empty except for her. he hadn't ever felt anything like it. it was such a relief. he didn't have to think. she would think for him. he was asleep, so far away and asleep. he didn't have to worry about a thing.

"so. what did you need again, pup?"

that was funny: he couldn't quite recall. it probably wasn't anything important.

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[bubuslutty]

Love Language

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader x billy russo

word count: 1.7k

tags: domestic fluff, mafia!au, billy never betrayed frank, slight nsfw (it's just like 3 sentences), lowkey obsessive behaviour from Billy, established relationship, no dialogue, filthy rich people shenanigans, billy & Frank are like bodyguards to the reader, no use of y/n, use of 3rd person pov

warning: none

Summary: this is just how billy and Frank love differently, other than using their hands and lips on their favourite girl.

a/n: this also could be read as part of the 'La Reine de Londres' universe if you want.

Frank and Billy are in love with one woman. That's no news. But what's interesting is their different love languages. Even though their hearts belong to each other and one woman, they express their love differently.

Billy is known for his love of luxury and quality. He's not afraid of enjoying and seeking out the best of the best, be it tea, a suit or a gun. Billy's approach to life is a bit hedonistic in a sense. He loves feeling good, loves making people feel good, be it by his hands or by dressing them in silk and gold.

He has always admired the lifestyle of rich and noble people since his rough childhood, how they held themselves and how they saw the world. It was how he came to meet their girl in the first place. He founded Anvil, a private military firm, to put his and Frank's skills to use, to feel like their time in the military didn't go all to waste. And also to build himself his own small empire, to feel in control of his life and do things how he wanted.

He overheard her talking to Wade in a bar, telling him about how she needed a trustworthy team of skilled people to guard her and her assets. Billy offered his service right then and there. That day, she not only took his business card but his attention for the next week.

Billy remembers going back home, telling Frank about the gig he got them, and he didn't leave out how pretty and hypnotizing the mob was. Frank laughed in his face, saying how Billy says that about any woman he sleeps with. But then Billy gave him a look, and Frank realized that his friend might be in a bit of trouble, and so was he.

Months went by, heated glances in the office and kisses at the back of limos became limbs in tangled sheets and remembering how Frank liked his coffee, how many moles Billy had on his skin and how she liked her eggs in the morning.

Then Billy started loving her differently, without his hands, lips or body. Don't get me wrong, he still enjoys touching her more than anything, he just started loving her in a different way. He started buying her things he thought she'd look pretty in and fit her personal style. If he saw a watch that would pair well with some of her other accessories, you better believe Billy would buy it and gift it to the mob with a kiss on the back of her hand, her neck and her lips.

Of course, Billy bought her flowers, pots of plants, and any plants he thought she didn't have and would love to look after. His gifts seemed normal and pretty common to receive from your lover at the beginning, but then his gifts became bigger, filling a hole in his soul and satisfying a hunger he always had.

He bought her a sports car, even though she already has multiple and barely drives them. But for Billy, she dressed in one of Billy’s favourite dresses on her, the white slip-on that stopped just below her ass and was backless, leaving her back, arms, neck and legs naked. She drove to the ridiculously expensive sports car to one of their favourite high-end restaurants and as soon as they arrived, she was dragged to the toilets and ended up with Billy between her legs with her back to the wall.

He even purchased her a house in the countryside next to a forest and farms. Billy just bought the house because it was old, owned by a Lord a hundred years ago and he couldn't take the image of his girl lounging around the house in silky robes while sunbathing like a cat for hours. It's not even a house, really, it's more of a small castle.

When they would be in the castle during weekends and holidays, Billy got his favourite woman sculpted by a group of young artists from the University nearby. You should have seen his face when he saw the leaflets in the local grocery store, looking for models so the students would get to practice with real-life subjects. He phoned the University that same day and got an appointment with the Fine Arts Professor the next day.

When he told her, she was surprised and told him how she didn't have all the time in the world to be standing there and getting sculpted, no matter how flattering it is to be considered beautiful enough to sculpt. Billy nearly got on his knees while explaining that they would work around her schedule and that it was a dream of his to get a statue sculpted of her, just like Greek deities.

And she accepted. At first, she had to accompany Billy to the University, to meet the teacher and some of the students, but also to see their work and projects. Billy was definitely impressed by the skills of the students and couldn't wait to have them sculpt his girl.

Billy offered their home to use as a studio to sculpt for a couple of days. The professor was hesitant until Billy told him where they lived and he immediately grinned with excitement, sharing that his students would love the change of scenery and feel as if they were actual sculptors being commissioned by a Lord to sculpt his Lady. Billy also shared his one and only condition, which was to keep any finished work of his girl. After all, it was simply for practice. The students accepted once they found out who and where they would work.

Then it was paintings.

When they met some of her clients, Steve and Bucky, a friendship quickly blossomed. Billy found himself really enjoying the presence of the two super soldiers, whenever they showed up at her office or when they were invited over for tea. Once when they were talking, Billy looked to the side and found Steve completely absorbed in a piece of paper. He had a pencil in hand, sketching away while everyone else was absorbed in the conversation.

Billy was curious and took a peek, and was surprised to find Steve sketching his girlfriend's profile as she went on about something that Billy had no ability to focus on because all he could see was the sketch and the sketch alone. After that, Billy made it his mission to ask Steve more about his art, which then transformed into an invitation to Steve's personal art studio where he showed the throuple his work.

Billy soon offered to commission Steve for a painting of his girl. He was willing to allow Steve months to paint and sketch, provide him with space in their home to paint and pay him beyond generously for his time and skills. Steve accepted immediately, he loved art, and he would love to paint the woman. She was absolutely beautiful and one of his muses after all.

Steve would end up sitting in the middle of their spacious living room in their château, surrounded by brushes and paint tubes, and a big canvas. While his subject was lounging on a sofa, her body half covered by thin white fabric, falling in her curves and dips and hugging her skin like the fabric was weaved for her skin and her skin only.

Billy would make tea, prepare snacks and sit down to admire his girl. He would talk during the process, ask her about her day and whatnot when Steve was not painting her face. Then he would feed her when she wanted a snack or a drink and was not allowed to move. And when they were done for the day, he would run her a bath, sit behind her and tell her about how much he loves her and how beautiful and perfect she is. Then when she was all dried up, he would rub lotion into her precious skin and massage her back and calves. As long as she's his, he's going to treat his so much better than anyone ever could, making goddesses in ancient myths jealous.

Frank on the other hand is a bit different. He’s the most himself when he gets to express his love through acts of service. Frank loves domestic life. There is something in the simplicity of it that makes him feel truly at ease and most comfortable.

Frank would rather do something by himself than hire someone to do it instead. He can cook, so he will cook for Billy and their girl. He can fix doors, creaky hinges, flickering light bulbs and practically anything. If something breaks in their home? Call Frank. He would be more than happy to fix it.

Frank once found his girl crouched on the floor, almost crying at a flower pot that fell and broke, and it wasn't just any flower pot, it was a gift from one of her friends. Frank looked at the mess of dirt and broken pieces and reassured her that he could fix it. It won't be as perfect as new, but he will save it as much as he can. And he did, and now it sits in their kitchen near the window and not a day goes by that Frank doesn't get all warm and fuzzy whenever he sees his girl smiling while watering the flowers in the pot.

If the clasp of his girl's watch broke? Frank would try to fix it by himself, and more often than not he succeeds. That man was so good with his hands, he could practically do anything. Not only can he wring out orgasm after orgasm from her with just his hands, but he can build her an indoor jacuzzi, refurbish their kitchen, build a shed from scratch and would damn well build a house if she asked him to.

He loves having projects to do. He needs to have something to fill his time outside of work. His girl was thinking about installing a new bookshelf in her office? Frank has already measured the space, found what type of wood his girl would like the most, how big or small she would want it and how long it'll take to build. He's truly a DIY man.

No matter how much Billy tells him to leave something alone because they can call someone to take care of it, Frank never listens. He will do it himself. This is his home, his family, and he will pour his blood, sweat and tears into building it.

He's a sentimental man after all, he wants to leave his mark on everything that surrounds him and the people he loves.

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[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

🔸The Girl In The Audience

by Patrick Lemieux

The band had agreed prior to this to allow the company Mobilevision to film them in concert. The resulting film would be toured by the company for paying audiences. Two special concerts were planned for November 24th and 25th for The Forum in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. 19 year old Sarah Bernard had no idea that attending the concerts would result in her being immortalized on film.

“I attended both nights for the Montreal shows, and was fortunate enough to be up front both nights,” says Sarah, “My sister Cathy and her friend Christian Giddings got three tickets for both nights and invited me to go, as they knew I was a fan, so I was lucky in that sense.”

Sarah goes on to explain, “I had been a Queen fan since the mid-1970s, when I received my first Queen album. It was Sheer Heart Attack, and it was given to me as a gift. I would often listen to certain songs and associate them with certain memories in my mind, and listening to Killer Queen always reminded me of the first time I played the album and broke in my record player at my best friend’s house. The album that I played the most in the ‘70s, however, was probably A Day at the Races. I had seen Queen two times before the Montreal shows.

At the Montreal shows, Sarah was able to make her way to a priceless spot perfect for taking pictures. "I’m sure there were reserved spots up front for professional photographers and media people outside of the film crew, but most people around me were simply fans,” she says.

Throughout the concert film, which is edited together from both nights, Sarah can be glimpsed center stage in the audience, occasionally taking pictures. Unfortunately, she no longer has the photos she took at the shows. Sarah says, “They were not the greatest quality, but I was proud of them.”

Of the band’s performance, Sarah says of Freddie, “I recall thinking that he made it very hard to NOT watch him. He was a wonderful performer, and I was reminded of how incredibly he commanded the stage. It had been a few years since I’d seen them last, and I’d forgotten what a force he really was up there. In the two shows I’d seen before, I was not as close to the stage, but I was still enchanted by how he worked the crowd. It really was like he held us all in the palm of his hand. Like we were being manipulated, and we loved it! A feeling I’ve felt with very few other acts. Brian and Roger were just as swift and amazing as I’d remembered from the previous shows. Watching Roger drum was almost hypnotic! John always seemed like the quiet and reserved type in photos and magazines, but live on stage, he always shined!”

Sarah goes on to recall, “Towards the end of the first show, I had spent some time trying to get their attention for a wave or a smile, and I made eye contact with John who nodded at me and returned my smile, which made my night even better! I also remember getting goosebumps during a few numbers both nights and even in the two previous shows I’d seen. Most notably during, ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’!”

At the end of “Love Of My Life,” the cameras captured a truly moving moment in Sarah’s reaction as she stands still and glassy-eyed amid the erupting audience around her. She remembers what was going through her mind in that moment, “Every time I heard ‘Love of My Life’, I felt a bit emotional. I had fallen in love with a man who I truly saw a future with, and who used to play a few songs to serenade me while we were dating. ‘Love of My Life’ was one of those songs, and both nights I can remember feeling like I was on the verge of very happy tears just thinking about my love. He was on my mind and in my heart at the time I was being filmed.”

Sarah didn’t know she specifically had been filmed in her moment of quiet reflection, “We did see the cameras at the shows, but I never really noticed them facing me. I assumed they were filming the crowd as a mass of people.”

“Those were my last two shows with Freddie”

Full Interview 👇

https://www.queenonline.com/features/the-girl-in-the-audience-fan-feature-by-patrick-lemieux

➡️ Patrick Lemieux is a Canadian artist and writer. He is co-author (with Adam Unger) of The Queen Chronology book, available at Amazon -

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[houseofashesif]

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 ❝ 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 ❞ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐇

𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ;; Erebrus, named after Greek god of primordial darkness

[ 20 || 6'2 || cis - male || androsexual lithromantic || ❤ ash & rin ]

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒

a big tattoo on his back spanning nearly the entirity of his upper back. one can even see the floral pattern by the side of his neck from a certain angle

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳 : everyday casual clothing , which is usually either all black or has some in it , but never without it

𝑩𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 :

𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑳 : he just likes a lot of burgundy and maroon red

𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑶𝑨𝑻 : being the classic guy he is, Nikita likes wearing long trench coats over his suits whenever he's off to a super important meeting or something

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊

this but with a lot more shadows around the edges leaving over the lower half of the face barely visible

𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄

bugatti divo

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀

pronouns ➜ he / him

build ➜ athletic

height ➜ 6'2"

guns ➜ sköll & hati

ice cream ➜ mint chocolate chip

breakfast ➜ belgian waffles with a drizzle of maple syrup

take - out ➜ a crispy chicken burger

sweets ➜ classic chocolate cake

drinks ➜ herbal tea & espresso macchiato

◾️ his MBTI type would be ISTP-A (Assertive Virtuoso). a Virtuoso (ISTP) is someone with the Introverted, Observant, Thinking, and Prospecting personality traits. they tend to have an individualistic mindset, pursuing goals without needing much external connection. they engage in life with inquisitiveness and personal skill, varying their approach as needed. which in a nutshell basically embodies his whole "do it my way or hit the highway" mindset

◾️ Nikita usually prefers to keep his gaze away from people unless he’s speaking, keeping his eyes down to the ground whenever he’s all alone by himself for reasons to be discussed later. but in the rare times when you finally meet his gaze then you’ll finally realise how deep yet bright of an emerald green his eyes are, almost resembling an uncut emerald. they are surrounded in thick black coloured lashes which make his eye colour pop out even more. they seem almost hypnotic in a sense, mesmerising and trapping people in those deep pools of green. however they are just as scary. whenever Nikita feels a very rare yet sudden burst of bloodlust or anger his eyes turn into a muddy, dirty green. they become more sharp and calculating, losing the lazy and carefree glint in them, even soulless as some describe. people have even pointed out how his darkened eyes resemble ones similar to a dead fish’s.

◾ suffers from myopia or nearsightedness and is therefore required to wear glasses. however he vehemently refuses to wear them, and instead goes for lens instead or none at all

◾️ *seductively takes off glasses* "wow, you are so fucking blurry."

◾️ other than his hellhounds, who he likes to call by various flower names (i.e. lily, rose, iris, buttercup and etc), Nikita also likes to create shadow ravens who serve as his messengers from the sky, thus his crow inspired mask.

◾️ apart from depression, Nikita also suffers from post - traumatic stress disorder or ptsd (courtesy of his fathers death), anorexia nervosa, bodily dysmorphic disorder and mild insomnia.

◾️ one of his main hobbies is collecting. as a kleptomaniac, Nikita usually gets quite … creative with his hobby of ‘collecting’ stuff, especially the shiny ones. he doesn't really collect much, but when he does its large in quantity and amazing in quality. his favourite things to buy + collect are music boxes.

◾️ although he's not yet ready to accept Yvette back in his life, Nikita for now, has chosen to simply avoid his confusing feelings about his mother but focusing on the mission in hand (but still he's saved her contact as "Deadbeat Mom" in his phone)

◾️ in terms of love, oh boy, Nikita is super dense, so he probably wouldn't even realize he's got a crush until somebody slaps him across the face figuratively by telling him straight - up clearly by stating facts even he can't deny or some miracle of an epiphany strikes him out of nowhere – when he's still oblivious he'd probably be more docile and kinder towards the crush, probably being slightly overprotective and flirting without knowing it. when he's not-so-oblivious anymore, cue the flusteredness and avoidance because he's embarrassed! let the drama ensue!

◾️ he chose "Elysium Cleanup Crew" as the group name, mainly because he wasn't ready to start another war in the group chat about the names, plus it seemed the most logical to him then, in his still sleep muddled brain

◾️ more info shall be added once available

IF :: @vendetta-if

#vendetta:if #interactive fiction #vendetta if #mafia #Vendetta CYOA #CYOA #Vendetta OC #Vendetta MC profile #OCs #superpowers #will be updated once the demo progresses #hope you enjoyed

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

Dp x dc writing prompt

no. [Banana|cherries|pineapple]

("dammit baldrick you forgot to write the numbers on again!")

I would 'love' to write this but I'm probably never going to have the time, if someone wants to please go ahead and use it, just tag me so I get to read it!

Snow-woman and the damphir?

Vlad and Danny are fighting again, the battle has crossed multiple land masses, they end up in a populated section of Japan where vlad gets the upper hand and pulls out a new invention: the 'maximus convertus' (classy right?) Danny stumbles into a few people trying to dodge but it hits... him and a young woman named cassandra cain!

The weapon is designed to powerswap the person firing and the target but its still a prototype and was meant for just the two people...

Danny's ice core powers get transferred to cassandra, vlads vampire(energy?) Core powers get transferred into danny, vlads obsession towards having Danny gets transferred into cassandra... vlad falls into a coma due to the loss of his core and the shock of being mortal again, danny collapses in the shock as his body shifts from strictly his hero form into something like vlads form (i just googled it, why is most damphir character art a combo of monk robes and a trenchcoat!-or 'bedroom wear'🤣) cassandra basically gets knocked out from the halfa core fusing into her soul and gets colder as her body decides how to develope...

Cassandra is in shock, she was in Japan doing some investigating for the Japan branch W.E. and was almost finished. today was her day off she had gone to a few tourist spots and learnt a little about Japanese culture and folk tales, one which caught her eye was the many stories about yuki-onna, the 'snow-women' after that she was travelling back to her hotel when she got caught up in a fight between supers, the boy with white hair was doing his best to stop harm coming to the civilians even at the expense to himself when the one with the red eyes and Cape pulled out a device that was wired up to him. She saw the boy try to get away from everyone but bounced off two civilians trying to get out of the way he bumped into her as the device fired.

*pain...cold...lonely...pain*

it felt like her body was freezing and unfreezing as she lay on the sidewalk unable to control her actions, the boy with the white hair now altering itself to be longer. She grunted in pain as her body froze and thawed and the boys eyes snapped open looking at her in concern. Another jolt of pain and he was scrabbling over to her to hold her hand "you're going to be all right, I will protect you" he murmured, his eyes seemed to have a hypnotic quality to them but his body language was genuine. The pain spiked again and her conciousness faded to the sound of ambulance sirens approaching. 'Why was her last conscious thoughts turning to the yuki-onna?...'

(Mizore is best snow-girl, will not be taking any Sass about it!)

Also don't @ me about cassandra's heritage, Google's broke, vlads not exactly transalvanian and cass's mother's mixed.

#dp x dc #sorry about the blackadder joke im tired from work #yes i watched/read rosario vampire got sick of it by loverboy getting ghouled and getting slapped around by vamp daddy #danny ends up looking like a teenage alucard from castlevania #dc x dp #danny phantom #vlad plasmius #cassandra cain #danny fenton #vlad masters #batgirl #dead silent #danny x cass #dc comics #japanese folklore #yuki-onna #the snow-women #dcxdp #dpxdc

[littleliteraturersj]

He may or may not make an appearance in something I've got planned. Some notes: -Elegantly spoken -A showman, a true performer at heart, can have a flair for the dramatic -This man does calisthenics -In a more comfortable setting, will probably jumpscare you by randomly and occasionally belting out arias, or favorite pieces of musical theatre -Yes, the walking stick doubles as a sword -Yes, he can dance -This man is stupidly tall -Has a hypnotic quality to him (for...nefarious purposes)

#slasher oc #my awful art #slashers #been thinking about him for a hot minute #hope no one has done this yet #slasher fandom #slasher community #my oc

[simandthedimbulbv2-0]

Mmperhaps blips lore if you haven't done that? Been thinking of them nonstop .. your design for them is so fun!!<3

You got it, pal 👉👉

Lore: Was originally an overweight arcade employee and maintenance man named Bil Soupy. Often teased and dismissed for his physique and fascination with electronics, Bil spent his life as an outcast and became more than a little misanthropic. His few sources of joy were the upkeep and programming of the machines at the arcade where he worked. Over time, the cabinets consumed his life; not only did he adore them, but he also took note of the attention they received from the customers at the arcade which he saw as a kind of affection. Eventually ‘unraveling’, Bil somehow transplanted himself into a cabinet he’d been working on and left it behind for his boss to put into the arcade. The media eventually reported him missing and presumed dead, but as we know, he was doing perfectly well inside the box.  Assorted info under the cut

The ‘Blips You!’ game is almost never the same twice, but always extremely engaging, to the point of being addictive. Both infuriating and hypnotic, it has a tendency to drive people with certain dispositions to madness.

It is somehow possible to cheat, but nobody has ever been able to ‘win’ the game.

Speaking of, although he’s unwinnable, Blips likes to reward worthy opponents for their hard work with little ‘prizes’ like bonus stages, cutscenes and unique music. 

While his mechanics are pretty much those of a classic 80’s cabinet, Blips’ processor being a human brain allows him a lot more leeway when it comes to the game’s actual content. For example, he can display a tonne of colours and sprites at the same time without flickering, as well as produce more fluid animation, complicated gameplay and long running storylines. He can even ‘save’ the games of particular players if he wants, and pick back up with them when they visit the arcade again. 

Blips aspirates coins to improve his conductivity. 

Despite rarely moving, the near constant flow of electricity prevents his muscles from atrophying. He’s unnervingly strong, though not at all speedy.

His metabolism is extremely slow so he only really gets ‘hungry’ when he’s been injured in some way and requires more biomass to heal himself. Anything he can’t ‘digest’ (clothes and plastic, usually) he coughs up in a sort of owl-pellet-like clump. 

Smells fucking awful but nobody really seems to notice.

Bil’s body initially retained a human shape inside the cabinet, but over time it deformed and mutated into the disturbing flesh blob he is today. He doesn’t particularly care though; as far as he’s concerned, his looks haven’t changed much, and it’s not like they matter anymore anyway. 

(My initial concept for him was an actual man who was half living in and half fused to his arcade cabinet; he had the appearance of a partially flayed corpse with wires mimicking muscles under tattered skin. This was, however, a little too gruesome (and beyond my artistic abilities) so I turned to the secondary concept of the arcade machine being completely full of flesh and organs like a living creature. With a little extra inspiration from Migi (of Parasyte fame) I ended up with the flabby goofball you see here)

While usually surprisingly level-headed, Blips can go a little crazy when his game is involved. He also tends to be rather petty and jealous when it comes to attention from the arcade-goers. Hand-held devices drive him nuts. 

It sort of goes without saying, but his moral compass has become a little warped since becoming a flesh eating video game hybrid. Even so, his main interests are simply having fun and being adored.

Though initially not particularly interested in romance, he eventually meets and falls head over heels (er, screen over coin drawer?) for a certain Sexy DVD who ends up at his arcade by chance. 

and here are some of the concept sketches and later silly doodles of him outside his box

(tungl may have murdered the quality)

#Blipsyou #Ask #i will try to get to prof callenbach tomorrow #body horror

[pyromegalomaniac]

What is up!!!!!!!!!!

aight, bro….

make the reader a gigachad with a sigma male grind set, he worships Andrew Tate, and Wally is able to turn this gigachad into a big softie…. Wally brings out the true gay out of this gigachad….

however………… have Wall-E (yes, the actual robot) try to fight for the gigachad’s love……..

Sigh... everyone... this is my friend, poo. They know nothing about Welcome Home but they read all my posts cus the homies gotta support each other. Okay poo, here's your wack ass ficlet. Enjoy.

:|

Alpha Male Turned Gayass🍎🏳️‍🌈🎀

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It was a day like any other, a day for posting on reddit and listening to alpha male podcasts. I was voice chatting with another dude on discord (not in a gay way though) about how terrible the new Mario movie was.

"Yeah it sucks they made Peach be all strong and stuff," I said.

"It's like, who wants a woman with any kind of agency? Next you're gonna be telling me she's a butch lesbian! If she met me I'd be able to set her straight. I bet her female brain would fall head over heels for an alpha like mys- oh, I just got a dm, hang on."

I checked the dm, from a user I'd never seen before. It said "I see you."

Then they sent a low quality and blurry picture of what looked like a pair of eyes, though it was almost too dark to tell. Couldn't even pay for nitro and send decent pictures, what a loser.

Just then, a pair of arms reached out of the screen and dragged me inside!

I didn't remember anything after that, and I woke up laying in the grass, which felt strange after not touching it for so long.

"Hello, y/n. Good to see you're awake. Sorry if you got hurt on the way here!"

I looked up to see who was talking, and saw what looked like a Jim Henson style puppet talking to me! Without anyone puppeteering!

He reached out a hand to me and grinned.

"Are you alright?"

I felt my face heat up, and his pompador-ish hair and almost sleepy grin and monotone voice awoke something inside me that I had mocked all my life.

"Yeah..." I said, taking his hand and standing.

"Where am I? Who are you?" I should've been scared, but for some reason his eye contact that he maintained with me had a weirdly calming effect. It was almost hypnotic...

"Oh, I do apologize," he said gently. "This must be a very abrupt change for you. Where are my manners? Welcome to the neighborhood." He outstretched his arm, gesturing to the array of colorful houses and buildings down the hill, which I was just now noticing.

"I'm Wally Darling."

In the next few days I grew accustomed to the neighborhood, and learned its ways. I almost immediately dropped all my thoughts I'd carried with me about love, and friendship, and people in general.

I hadn't been an "alpha male." I'd been a duchebag. And I'd treated people like property. God, I felt horrible.

Wally had insisted I stay with him in his house, (which may or may not be alive...??) which I had no problem with. I wanted to get to know him as much as I could. He was... intriguing.

But there I was, under the covers of the bed, refusing to move, even though it was mid afternoon.

I heard a soft knock on the open door.

"Go away," I said without any real conviction.

I knew it wouldn't do anything, and this was confirmed when I heard footsteps and felt a presence beside me on the bed.

"What's wrong? You've been moping a lot lately. I can't help but be worried. Come on..." He said, putting his hand on me through the sheets.

I threw off the blanket and glared at him.

"Ever since you brought me here, it's been..." I searched for words, looking into Wally's eyes, who, of course, looked back with infinite patience and a gentle, kind smile.

"It's been wonderful."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"Everyone is honest with themselves, and is nice to each other just because. No one has to use any tactics or strategies to form or change a relationship, and it's just... I..."

I felt tears well in my eyes, and I looked away, embarrassed.

"And you're... the nicest," I whispered under my breath.

"Too nice. You've done something to me..."

I closed my eyes, but I felt fingers gently put themselves under my chin and pull me back. I met Wally's eyes, filled with understanding and kindness and something that made my heart pound until the sound of it filled my ears.

"Y/n... I don't want to be too forward with this, but I... I must come clean. I... I confess that I've developed romantic feelings for you, and I do hope you reciprocate them."

I couldn't do anything but listen to my own hearbeat for a moment, staring into his eyes, my mouth agape in disbelief.

Then, my mouth was on his. It was tender and gentle, slow and genuine. It was like birdsong and butterflies and a warm pastry. It was like sunlight in the morning and the sound of bells and the smell of chocolate.

I felt like everything was going to be okay.

(Epilog: Wall-E shows up and Wally and y/n decide to form a threesome or he just leaves or something)

☆°•☆°•☆°○☆

There you go poo. Hope you're happy. Here's a drawing of you for the fans.

#pyro does requests #pyro does ficlets #pyro writes #welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader ficlet #my art #pyro doodles

[gsstories]

Hellverse AU! Let’s GO!

In this AU, Genesis Virtud is Queen of Hell. Never banished from Heaven, she actually fell on her own accord when she saw all the BULLSHIT that was gonna happen in the humans’ future if she or God didn’t do something. God refused to do shit so she decided, fuck it, she’ll do it herself!

Genesis is the first Angel to exist and the first to fall, hence her name being Genesis which means the ‘beginning of something’. She has almost all the qualities needed to be considered a goddess but isn’t actually one considering she doesn’t really have any followers. She can shapeshift into ANYTHING and she constantly shapeshifts to see what is happening around Hell to make sure it ain’t getting to messed up.

With her flaming crown and a thousand dollar smile, she is eccentric and charming and can be manipulative whenever she wants. She is not necessarily evil but she will commit mass genocide if her kids get hurt.

Speaking of kids, her majesty actually adopted several kids she found on while out on ‘patrol’.

Grace Virtud is the oldest of the Virtud kids and the first one to have been adopted by Genesis. She was found crying near her mother’s corpse after extermination day. She loves Hell History but whenever she talks about the Exorcists, she gets nauseous and starts panicking.

She is dramatic and alluring, sometimes having a rather… scary side. She is a hybrid of a Hellcat and a Succubus, meaning she can seduce people and hypnotize them and has the qualities of a cat. She will get distracted by laser pointers and will get high on catnip. She is protective of her stuff and has a very early bedtime, that being 7 pm. If anyone eats her leftovers, without asking, or makes to much noise after 7, she’ll rage.

Whitmore ‘Whitty’ Virtud is the second oldest Virtud and second child Genesis adopted. He was found while he was running away from an organization that was chasing him.

He is calm and passionate about music, and adores his mother. He will break reality if provoked and only Genesis is able to calm him down. Nobody really knows what Whitty is, considering he is an experiment, but they don’t really care. He is timid and always asks Grace if he can eat some of her leftovers when he hungry (he eats a lot!) and she usually lets him since he asked. He is always amused when he sees Grace acting dramatic or acting to her feline instincts. Although the scratches are not really welcome.

(Insert image of a Human Shadow the Hedgehog with horns or something :p)

Duncan ‘Shadow’ Virtud is the third oldest Virtud and the third to be adopted by Genesis. He was found in the streets after his family had been killed and he had to run away before they got him too.

He is a quiet and mysterious individual who doesn’t let himself be vulnerable to many, just his family and close friends. He is rather powerful, having speed that only a god could match and abilities no normal demon could have. Shadow is a demon but he is also an experiment like Whitty. It is currently unknown what type of demon he is supposed to resemble. Shadow is quite difficult to figure out, always having this cold exterior that not many can melt. While he doesn’t show it, he truly does care for his siblings, knowing if something were to happen to them, there would be bloodshed.

Benjamin ‘Bendy’ Virtid is the youngest Virtud and the last kid that Genesis adopted. He was found playing with a toy train in an animation studio alone.

Bendy is a playful and charming individual, having the form of the Ink Demon as well. Being an ink creature, he sometimes makes a mess if he is panicking or in distress. When he is, his mother will be there to comfort him. He often uses laser pointers so he can have a good laugh when Grace is chasing after it. He is the favorite sibling and has a cute mischievous face that let’s him get away with almost anything. And when I say almost, it’s because he will not get away with eating Grace’s leftovers or when he wakes her up after 7.

Genesis indeed tempt Eve to eat the Apple, not because she wanted to doom humanity, but because she wanted them to be independent and have them not listen to God. God got mad and took away her legs when she was in snake form but she just grew them back and waddled away.

Of course, humans thought it seemed gay that Genesis tempted Eve so they decided to change Genesis to be this demon called Lucifer. It was rewritten to be that Lucifer fell because of a rebellion. Gen was like ‘WTF?’ when she read the Bible and that particular scene.

These are Genesis, Whitty and Bendy’s heights compared to each other. (Didn’t know how to fit Grace’s and Shadow’s silhouettes, sorry-) Grace reaches Whitty’s elbow while Shadow reaches the tip of Whitty’s hand.

And that’s all for the Virtud family, the most OP family in all of Hell! Try and hurt one of them and you will be dead before next Extermination Day!

(Genesis and Grace belong to me. Shadow is from the Sonic fandom, Whitty is from FNF and Bendy is from BATIM)

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #friday night funkin #shadow the hedgehog #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #my oc art #alternate universe #sonic the hedgehog

[s-mackattack]

Sticking this on here in the hope that someone might somehow see it and be able to answer. I’m trying to find a kind of fantasy film I saw a bit of when I was a kid in the 90’s. I tried sticking this on Reddit’s Tip Of My Tongue, but everyone’s is just suggesting the most obvious fantasy movies ever.

This was sparked by Tumblr’s suggestion showing me a clip of The Perils of Gwendolyn in the Land of the Yik-Yak.

It was lateish on a week night, UK Channel 4. I think I was getting ready for bed. This film has, I believe, just started. The feel of it is something like Terry Gilliam’s Baron Munchausen. Every time I try and search for this film, I end up pointed at Terry Jones’ Erik the Viking. So, what I’m getting at, is it’s tonally odd. Like, a little tongue in cheek.

The vague memories I have are of an elaborate court. Maybe carved out of a cave. The main character is possibly blonde, and maybe wearing something like a tunic, giving him a kind of Greco-Roman mythology feel. He has a sidekick. Part of me wants to say they are a little person, part of me thinks I’m completely off to say that.

The main dude is mooning over a woman who is some kind of Queen/Empresses/Princess figure. She is clearly not very nice, but he comes across naive and is over romanticising her qualities. She is wearing something like the typical fantasy bikini affair that Ming’s brides might wear in the Flash Gordon movie. It’s got a lot of trailing beads. It’s like she’s draped in a beaded curtain made of pearls.

Something happens which displeases her, and she works on the blonde guy to get him to go on some kind of perilous affair for her. He’s obviously aware he is in deep shit, but his infatuation has him conflicted.

The kicker is that as she’s asking him, he’s lying on some stairs, basically at her feet. She is rhythmically sashaying her hips, causing the front curtain of beads to trail. He seems almost hypnotically fixated on her crotch. This has obviously stayed with me for a couple of decades and I still have no idea what it is.

I possibly haven’t given as good a description as I have here, so Reddit is currently suggesting every fantasy movie ever that features some kind of ridiculous chain mail bikini curtain outfit. I feel I want to emphasise, it’s obviously not Conan the Destroyer, Excalibur, anything by Harryhausen or the future bit of Blackadder’s Christmas Carol.

So, throwing this out here in the hopes that someone might have an idea what I saw, while Reddit suggests every blummin’ movie I’ve ever seen already.

Reblogs appreciated.

#find a film #help indentify a film. #fantasy film

[kiki-shortsnout]

Two snippets from the MTH Auction win for @renlybaratheon-tyrell or, otherwise known as......the ABO FrostIronStrange fic which is taking over my life!

Basic premise: Odin’s been trying to marry Loki off for a while now. When he introduces alpha suitors to Loki, he’ll shift into an alpha gender, and if Odin brings him an omega suitor, he’ll change into an omega. Getting tired of this game Loki’s playing, Odin decides to bring in suitors of both. He brings in alpha Stephen and omega Tony, two Midgardians who don’t conform at all to Loki’s expectations. 

*** 

Stephen scanned the guests of the gathering once more, finding himself drawn to a laughing figure on the other side of the water, other guests watching him with interest. Stephen could only see his back, but he knew it was an omega straight away from his height and smaller frame, his medical training supplying the information helpfully.

Beneath the almost transparent gauze of his top, Stephen could see the faint impression of the dip at the bottom of his spine, and his sharp scapula, a visually arresting image that drew the gaze down to his ass and the tight white pants that gripped it.

He turned and Stephen coughed into his glass, recognizing him now.

‘Is that…’ Stephen trailed off, rising onto his tiptoes and slapping the Cloak back as it attempted to levitate him into the air to see better. ‘Why is Tony Stark here?’ he hissed.

‘Tony Stark?’ The Ancient One said with a smile, craning her neck to look over the crowds. ‘I knew other Midgardian candidates were being considered for Prince Loki but I didn’t know he was one of them. It makes sense.’

‘In what world does it make sense?’ Stephen scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

It was as if Stark had him hypnotized, his gaze returning to where he held others rapt, Asgardians and Vanir alike holding their breath for his laugh, almost tripping over themselves to speak to him. The deep red of his top was bold, daring, a contrast to the stereotypical demure omega qualities. It was slashed open at the front a deep v that started wide from his shoulders and narrowed as they got to his hips, disappearing into the waistband of those illegal leather pants of his.

‘Stark is from an affluent family, he has his own power, wealth, standing. Everyone knows who he is. If there was such a thing as a Prince of Midgard, he’d be one of the contenders.’

‘Prince of Midgard,’ Stephen scoffed again, hating himself for the way his gaze was latched onto the delicate golden chains that linked the two pieces of fabric on his chest together, creating hints of shadow over his tanned skin. It was an interesting mix of Asgardian and Midgardian clothing.  Reminiscent of some of the gilded tunic tops some of the male omegas were wearing, and the immaculately pressed pants of the tuxedos the other representatives of Earth were wearing.

*** 

‘I hope you realize you have wounded Fandral’s pride,’ Loki whispered as they escaped to the other side of the hall. He felt a different pair of eyes on him, and it took him a moment to realize they belonged to Strange. The alpha wasn’t being territorial, or disappointed in Loki’s actions, instead his gaze was considering, thoughtful.

Not one governed by his instincts.

Strange had much to gain from an alliance with Asgard, but he did nothing to prevent his discussion with Anthony, turning back to his discussion with another Midgardian. The alpha was the epitome of poise, a creature of rational thought, no doubt Odin believed him to be a wonderful potential asset to Loki. Someone who could bring him to heel.

‘I can wound much more than just his pride,’ Anthony spat, pulling his hand free from his arm. ‘Thank you for the rescue.’

‘Attempting to play into my instincts?’

‘Offering myself as a helpless omega?’ Anthony continued with a thoughtful nod. ‘Did it work?’

Loki was taken aback, truly. It was rare that such honesty was given to him.

‘I…no, that is to say…’

‘Dammit, if I had known that I would’ve given up ages ago. Let me try something else…’ He lowered his head for a moment, and when he lifted it, Loki felt the punch to his chest, the instinctual pull to soothe a distressed omega. Anthony’s eyes were already huge but now, wet with tears they were mesmerizing, the darkness of the dust smudging his eyes only highlighting how breathtaking he was.

‘No, nothing? Alright, I give up. Do you have anything to eat here? I’m starving.’

‘There is food on the table over there. How did you miss it?’

‘I didn’t, but my father is here and I’m supposed to watch my figure…hence no food.’

Loki could feel himself frown at that, lifting his eyes to search for the man in question, making his disdain known.

‘You are…not like others I have met.’ Loki couldn’t figure him out, could not understand what his intentions were. He did not act like other omegas, Loki had already established that, but he seemed honest about his objectives openly admitting that he’d been trying to catch Loki’s gaze, that he was playing to a stereotype.

‘What, nothing about how I look?’ Anthony asked him with a grin, doing a little twirl on the spot.

‘You are beautiful…but you already knew that.’

#frostironstrange #abo #work in progress #work in progress wednesday #tony stark x loki x stephen strange