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holybibly · 2 months

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I will be sharing my thoughts with you during a week filled with hard hours.

We always talk about how jealous and possessive Hongjoong is, but darlings, I am going to share with you three of the most toxic and jealous bombshells, in my opinion.

San is an absolute gentleman, a whole bloody "forest," not your ordinary green flag. But behind this perfect facade, there is a monster that he hides very well. San is clingy and possessive to the point of impossibility; you call Wooyoung clingy. Hold my champagne; San is a million times worse than him. At first, it's easy; you'd never notice how smoothly and exquisitely he begins to brainwash you.

"Let's stay at home, Chagi, just the two of us."

"I can take care of you, I don't think you need to go to work."

"I love the time we spend together, I never want to let you go."

"I'm so in love with you."

Step by step, he draws you into a trap and completely monopolizes your attention. It's just you and him. The sex has always been so amazing. In the beginning, San would be so careful and gentle, so attentive. The more your relationship develops, the more violent he becomes. He treats you possessively and roughly, literally fucking you into oblivion.

"You belong only to me."

"I own that fucking pussy."

"No one will ever be able to fuck you like me."

But worst of all, you believe him. You believe every word he says. You quit your job. You wait for him at home, obedient and beautiful, in his soft sweatshirts, smelling of his perfume, covered with the marks of his passionate kisses and bites. And yes, San does bite to the point of blood and bruises.

Everyone around him thinks he's such a nice guy, but look closely. There's a darkness in those feline eyes, and if you look long enough, you'll see it. But be careful. You might just get his full attention.

Seonghwa is handsome. He is too handsome for his own good, and he uses it all the time. A real prince who will win your heart is polite, attentive, a real dream boy.

It's hard for you to believe that someone like him could love a simple and ordinary girl like you; you don't think of yourself as ugly. Just ordinary, there are millions like you, but Seonghwa. Seonghwa is one-of-a-kind.

When you start dating, he keeps saying how lucky he is to have you. How happy he is that he has found someone so special. And he means it. Just not the way you think he means it.

For him, you're an endless source of self-gratification. He'll do anything to get you to praise him, to talk about how beautiful he is, how talented he is, how damned perfect he is. Once Seonghwa realises you're head over heels in love with him, you'll never run away again and your sweet boyfriend will become a real demon.

You have your attention on someone else, he'll fuck you in front of the mirror as punishment, constantly taunting, mocking and humiliating, so you can have a look at his gorgeous face in the reflection while he's doing this.

"You are so worthless, you should be fucking grateful to have such a gorgeous guy like me in your life. Or do you have the idea that anyone else could have a pickup a bitch like you?"

"You pathetic whore, look who's fucking you.

"Aren't I enough for you? Look into my eyes while I pulling you down on my dick."

He will destroy everything you've ever dreamed of, and everything you love, until there is nothing left in your head but him. Glorify him, glorify him incessantly, talk about how wonderful he is, and Seonghwa will give you heaven. "Because you're so beautiful" should accompany every "I love you". Every "thank you" should be followed by: "Because I have you, how could I want more?"

You're just going to stop being aware of the whole world outside of Seonghwa. That's why, my dear, you should be careful when you give a compliment to someone. You might just find yourself one-to-one with a demonic hunger of a gentle prince charming.

Mingi's in love with you. Or rather, he's in love with the idea that he's in love with you. Can't you see that? He's a puppy in love, but on closer inspection, he's more like a hungry wolf on the hunt for his sweet little prey.

The universe's softest boy. Endless hugs, cute nicknames, long kisses and a never-ending stream of words of love. He'll shower you with presents, flowers so many they'll make your flat look like a greenhouse.

"I love to love you, baby."

"Can you feel this, babe? Can you feel how much I am in love with you?" He whispers in your ear. Your whole body trembles at the powerful, rigid thrust of his thighs.

His rhythm is brutal, the bed is pounding against the wall, with such tangible force that the paint on it starts to crack.

He holds you to the bed with one hand, the other tucks his fingers into the soft curve of your thigh, his rings scratching the skin to the point of blood, his nails digging into the flesh, leaving deep blue marks.

"I'm going to love you until I die."

"l will never let you go, babe."

"No one will ever be able to love you as much as I do."

We've all heard that story about wolves wearing sheepskins. So think twice before you fall in love with that shiny puppy look - maybe it's just a clever disguise for a terrifying wolf who's on the prowl.

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ackermai07 · 4 days

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hi there !! i hope you're having a great day so far ^^

i wanted to request the three musketeers (katsuki, izuku, shoto) that give prince/ss treatment to reader ! like the reader is just so tooth-rotting sweet that the boys can't help but treat reader that way ฅʕ◍·̀·́◍ʔฅ

you are so free to ignore this if its not up to your taste ^^ thank you in advance !! 💌🍰

girl you're crazy if you think this isn't up to my taste, you literally blessed me with this! Anyways I hope you have fun reading, enjoy!

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya, fem!reader

𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: headcanon, fluff!

Don't repost!

The one thing we all agree on.

He'll cook for you.

No one argues with this; he's literally your personal chef.

He'll always make sure you eat well, whether you're a big eater or not.

This damn guy will literally stuff your stomach and cook for you anytime.

You can wake him up even at 2 a.m., and he won't mind, like:

"Hey, Katsu... I'm feeling kinda hungry... so-"

"Shut up, I already know."

And boom, he'll get up to cook a delicious meal for you and make sure you go to sleep feeling full.

He also loves styling your hair, no matter the type.

Straight, wavy, curly, it doesn't matter.

Just tell him how you want your hair, and he'll do it professionally.

He does most of the chores for you, like cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, etc.

He absolutely hates seeing you tired or exhausted; he sees himself strong enough to do everything.

"You weren't created for exhaustion, not even your beautiful ass deserves to be tired from sitting."

Another reason he always holds you in his arms when you're alone together.

He always brings snacks for you at school.

At the end of each class, he turns around to give you candy or chocolate to keep you energized.

(He completely refuses to admit he brought them for you, always saying he got them by chance.)

When you're sitting in the dorm with others, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder if you're tired.

He absolutely doesn't let you go downstairs; he always carries you bridal style while going down while you're in his arms.

His excuse is that you're too foolish and will definitely trip and fall and hurt yourself.

(He loves you dearly and worries about you like crazy.)

Did I mention he's your guard dog?

Wherever you are, he walks behind you and gives death glares to anyone who dares to stare at you.

He also makes sure every day that he's the first person to say good morning or goodnight to you, whether in person or through messages.

He's not a big person with words, but he makes sure to say "I love you" enough times because he knows it makes you happy.

Believe me, he's just there for your happiness (I would die for this man).

This boy is the epitome of sweetness.

He's not just a green flag, he's the whole forest.

One thing I'm sure of is that he'll take notes for you during classes.

Even if you've already taken your own notes, he doesn't mind.

He still brings your notebooks and edits your notes to make them look like his own.

If you ask him why he does this, he simply replies:

"Just to ensure our information is the same so we don't have any problems when we study together."

He just loves being the reason behind your intellectual growth and knowing that he's helping you.

Every night, literally every night, he braids your hair.

Because he simply read that braiding hair before bed helps keep it healthy.

(He loves touching your hair and smelling its scent.)

Speaking of nighttime, he takes you for walks at night when everyone else is asleep and lies on the grass to watch the sky just because you told him you love seeing the stars.

He's literally the kind of gentleman who lays his jacket over a puddle of water for you to walk on so you don't get wet.

He has a sixth sense about you, so for example, whenever something bad happens to you, he's already there to fix it.

He's 100% ready to defend you against anyone and doesn't feel embarrassed to stand up to them either.

He carries your bag for you on the way to school and back to the dorm, insisting on it even when you say it's okay.

He loves sharing his food with you; he always does.

No matter what it is, he always makes sure you take at least a bite of it.

"I don't taste the food's flavor until I share it with you."

He always keeps your hands intertwined and makes sure you're close to him, especially in crowds.

Every day, he makes sure to kiss you on the cheek and tell you how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you, and how much he loves you.

This guy is literally like a character from books.

He has a top-notch degree in princess treatment.

He buys you anything you want, no matter what.

Even if it's a car plated with gold, he'll always fulfill your desires.

He flirts with you, but in poetic ways.

For example, he reads a love quote or a poem and makes sure to dedicate it to you.

Either he writes it for you on a paper and places it on your desk in your room before you wake up, or he whispers it in your ear just to drive you crazy.

He loves seeing you shy and flustered.

He also buys you books, a lot of them.

The reason for that is your talk about a story or a novel.

Be sure that by tomorrow he'll present you with the entire book series along with a red rose.

"Shoto! You didn't have to do that!"

"If my girl desires something, she gets it."

(Help me... I'm melting while writing this)

He lets you do anything to him literally.

Braiding his hair, putting makeup on him, dressing him up as you wish... etc.

Just say the word, and he's like, "Yes, ma'am"

(Once you put your daily makeup on him, and literally you cried because he looked more beautiful than you by miles.)

This man is literally carrying your bags when he takes you shopping.

And he doesn't complain; it gives him a sense that he's your strong man.

He also allows you to try makeup on the back of his hand.

(He's as pale as hell.)

He carries you on his back if you feel tired from walking.

Or in other words, if he feels it, which means he always carries you on his back.

So you won't tire from something as silly as walking.

He knows that everyone is looking at both of you, but does he care? Of course not.

(I feel like he's read "The Art of Indifference" at least 100 times.)

He's the kind of guy who allows you to wear anything you want.

You might come to him not sure about your clothes, and he simply shrugs in indifference.

"Wear whatever you want; I can fight."

(But not too revealing because you won't get away with it.)

One of his greatest features is that he uses his quirk to either warm you up or cool you down according to the weather.

He always gives you his jacket even without you asking because he knows that his scent calms you down and also ensures that you're warm.

Like the others, he makes sure you eat well and goes crazy if he knows you haven't.

(I think this is an Asian thing...)

This might seem gross, but on the contrary, it's not the case for him, but he allows you to spit out the food you didn't like on his hand.

He tells you to do it in the most poetic expression ever.

He hugs you a lot, first because he loves being close to you and secondly to stick his scent to you, so people can smell you and know that you're his

(he has a special scent so..)

(I've written a lot for him, I know, and I'm sorry, but I love him so much that I couldn't stop!!)

I hope you had fun reading! Please feel free to request more whenever you like!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #shouto todoroki #todoroki x reader #fanfic #shoto x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #idk #todoroki x reader headcanons #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader headcanons #izuku x reader headcanons #princess treatment

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riririnnnn · 2 months

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Can we talk about him?

Oh god this sweet springchild deserves so much more love than what Fandom gives him.

It's only been, I guess, a month of me joining Tumblr, so I can't say what you all think here, but as far as I've seen in other places, I got to say that he is hated/trolled for no reason at all.

Yuki would've been a green flag, scratch that, he would've been the greenest forest if he were a real person.

I understand that

THIS

is one of the first manga panels we got of him, and yeah, I agree that he feels like that one annoying teacher's pet in our classes, but considering the environment of BLLK and the fact that they all literally have their soccer career in line, I don't think so that he did anything wrong. Besides, he didn't try to put anyone down, he is only asking for a reason.

Then we have this panel:

It seems annoying again, but considering his backstory, both the above panels start to make a lot of sense.

To be honest, even without his backstory, the above panel was justifiable since Noa himself said that he judges by number and if Yuki has a better number data then obvi-fucking-ously he has the right to ask such a question.

Also, why we don't talk more about his backstory?

Do you all understand how devastating it is to lose a dream all because of a situation or a circumstance that is completely beyond your control? Imagine working hard for something only to lose it all just because of something that you did literally nothing to deserve.

Further, he had it easy as a model you know. In a country where the average male height is 5'7'', his 6'0^½'' height is surely a great advantage, yet he decided to fight for his dream. How cool is that!

Also, sometimes, I think that if Isagi were not to be the protagonist, then how bitch-y everyone would've considered him.

Like,

WHAT THE HELL, MY BOY!?

I understand that he didn't know about his medical condition but still!?

In their argument in the changing room, I do think that both of them were right in their own way: Blue Lock was literally made for strikers, and, at least according to BLLK ideal, what type of striker passes to someone else!? And seeing things from Isagi's perspective, he did the right thing!

And I also think that Chris was a big bitch for blocking Yuki's goal like that and top of that, also calling it/him pathetic.

Why is he posing like he just solved the global food crisis? Like, what the fuck, my man? That boy hasn't even completed his teenage years, HAUL YOUR OLD WRINKLY ASS OUTTA THERE!

And after that Isagi passes him a goal too and yada yada, but Yuki acknowledged it right away. He also came to apologise and accepted his mistakes.

Just look, look, LOOK!

How sweet he looks. Like a pathetic wet cat. Oh lord! I want to protect him.

And do not dare to come at me by saying, "IsAgi ofFeReD hiM a pLaN bUt wHeN hE aSSisTeD hiM yUki acCePTEd iT."

Like bro, first of all, shut up. Second of all, imagine being in the soccer field and someone passes you the ball, what are you going to do? Run the other direction or something? Brah, Blue Lock taught the boys to be egoistical not stupid.

Just stop hating him.

One time when I was thinking about Yukimiya's headcanons, I was like, "He might actually be blind one day, so I think he is learning sign language."

Then after a long pause I was like

...oh

#blue lock #bllk #yukimiya kenyu #雪 ranting

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addicted-to-morally-grey-men · 2 months

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What kind of yandere they would be:

(haikyuu edition)

Hinata: I believe that he would be more of a submissive type of yandere... The one who is literally into degradation and such? Considering his sunshine personality

Kageyama: manipulative 💯 the one who acts all shy and weak infront of their s/o but isn't .... That's him that's kageyama for you

Tsukishima: to be honest I don't give a flip flop about what kinda yandere he would be... I just want him to dom me no questions asked

Yamaguchi: like hinata I believe he would also be the submissive yandere who is into degradation but please praise this boi, he'd love it so much!!

Kenma: delusional one... Definitely! He would be that sorta person (or yandere in this case) who would literally plan the name of your future kids just because you made eye contact with him and smiled (though I want him to rail me but we shall not talk about that)

Oikawa: stalker...ish? I dunno oikawa just gives of the vibes that he would definitely be a stalker tyla yandere who would literally have a shrine for their s/o... A green flag? Nah! That man is a gree forest on fire

Part 1 I guess? Well I ran Outta colors so yeah.. maybe I'll make a part 2? Or 3? Either way... Deal with this bad oriented post cause I still don't know how TF do you add continuous pictures along with text... Might take some time to learn but I'll try!

#well sorry to be break to you byt I'm a hoe for tsukishima and kenma...#i feel this post is a bit too colorful...no?#yandere drabble #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #male yandere #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #yandere tsukishima #tsukishima kei #yandere kenma #haikyuu oikawa

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sleptrn · 1 year

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WHY I LOVE BALAM SHICHIRO AND WHY YOU SHOULD TOO

1) HE IS ADORABLE AS FUCK

• just look at that smile.

• LOOK AT HIM. YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME HE'S NOT ADORABLE???

• HE IS SO CUTE AND WHOLESOME LIKE BRO

• cuteness overload

• Idk he just makes my heart feel so FUZZY and WARM...

2) HE GIVES PLENTY OF HEAD PATS AND AFFECTION

• bro will for real pat your head a total of 60 times per minute.

• basically, your head isnt spared from his warm hands for a SINGLE second.

• AND TBH IM NOT COMPLAINING.

• I'm a touch starved person so he's like perfect for me

• HE IS SO EXPRESSIVE WITH AFFECTION

• His head pats look so COMFORTING.. JUST LOOK.

3) HE IS CARING AND UNDERSTANDING

• need I say more?

• he's just so kind, caring, understanding, gentle and soft

4) HE LOVES PLANTS AND ANIMALS/LIFE

• bro is the definition of GREEN 💚

• Idk why but him liking plants and animals just makes so much sense

• HE IS GENTLE AND PATIENT AND SOSOSO 💚💚💚

5) HIS CHARACTER/PERSONALITY

• I don't think I have to elaborate.

• HES PERFECT. he's so wholesome and chill and the way he smiles and how happy he gets when he sees his students and how much he loves his job and how gentle he is with iruma and how caring he is and how reliable he is and how STRONG HE IS JWBDKSJDKS

JUST LOOK AT HOW ADORABLE HE IS.

also, yep. I'm a huge simp.

6) HE DESERVES LOVE.

• we all know that he's insecure about his looks and wish he wouldn't scare people away. How he wishes he can love others without worrying about them running away after seeing his face..

• WHEN I TELL YOU THAT MADE MY HEART SHATTER

• dw balam i will gladly give you all the love you deserve <3

• like personally I believe he DESERVES to be showered with love whether it's from an animal, a person, or possibly a PLANT.. but that might just be me

7) HE IS A WALKING GREEN FLAG. GREEN. LITERALLY THE WHOLE FOREST. HE IS SO <33333

I don't think I need to elaborate more because by now you must know how much I love Balam Shichiro 💯💯

don't mind me simping shamelessly here HES JUST SO CUTE AND PERFECTT

Anyways I'm done, requests are open btw HIT ME WITH ONE RN

BYEEE

#mairimashita! iruma kun #balam sensei #balam shichirou #balam shichiro #shiciroubalam #anime boy #welcome to demon school iruma kun #wtdsik fluff #mairimashita fanfic #balam #iruma kun characters #iruma kun #shichirou #m!ik headcanon #m!ik #mairimashita headcanon #irumakun headcanon #irumakun hc #balam shichirou hc

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pandasized-crevice · 2 years

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MY FRESH JUST WATCHED KINNPORSHE EP7 THOUGHTS

LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO

OH WE STARTING IN THE CASNIO?!

PETE PORSCHE MY LOVE

.....and big is also there....

UN GRENADE EXCUSE ME

NOO PETE THROW IT AWAY

RUN FOOLS RUN

..........was it fake????A FAKE

VEGAS LITERAL RED FLAG IS HERE

hehe take care kinn says

OOOH THIS IS WHY VEGAS IS COVERED IN BLOOD

oh kinn is in the meeting just online

vegas dad shut the fuck up

OOOOOH VEGAS ASKS FOR HIM I SEE

iconic porsche "huh?" count: a million

WE GET

WE GETtING VUNRERABLE IN THE ROOM TODAY

give me a hug stop thats cute YALL SEE THEM

sorry vegas i brought my boys with me you can't get porsche alone HOE

I KNEW WE'D GET THEM AT THIS PLACE I KNEW IT

arm & pete please stay focused my loves

sus these hoes sus

bby pete

ARM PLEASE NOWS NOT THE TIME FOR FOOD

oh the whole place is the minor families house!

man porsche's hair is all messed up cuz the wind play clown music

macau hi bby

not pete & arm gossiping right there...

got a staring problem buddy?fuck off my boy pete

PORCHAY!!!!!!

kim's going to be right outside isn't he.....yup

nah this is kims way of getting more info about porsche YOU SNEAK

OOP korns noticed kinns changed since the forest....

oh shit besties

tf is this apple metaphor korn

oh fuck you korn "come back to your old self?" KINN DOSEN'T WANNA BE LIKE THAT

porsche please you always doing shit you're not supposed too...

hmmmm......macau saying sorry?figures vegas asked him to

actually yk what macau dosen't seem so bad,he is now my baby

chay not you blaming porsche for the mess smh

chay & porsche going "huh?" is my new fav thing

FREEFALL HAPPY INSTRUMENTAL

kimlock holmes about to start snooping

CHAY MY ANGEL HES SO HAPPY

whats in that room chay???

DAMN i didn't realize how big their house is

they are so cute pls

NOW KIMS GOING TO SNOOP

chays room??

NOO NOT THE BL SHRINE TO THE CRUSH

love song kim STOP YK THAT BOY HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

chay is so fucking precious

pete you snitch

jealous kinn come through

MAN VEGAS ALWAYS APPEARING

OOP WE GETTING THE EX TEA

VEGAS YOU FUCKING LIAR YALL SEE THAT EVIL LOOK

TAY!!!!!!HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL

SHUT THE FUCK UP TIME

tell him tay!

pete the hell you doing

PISSING MY PANTS PETE YOU NEED TO BE MORE AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS

kinn tf YOU doing here?!

kinn giving porsche his lucky gun? sounds like a marriage proposal

AHHHHHAHAH hehe

wait...

WAIT THIS IS THE SCENE THE SCENE FROM WHY DONT YOU STAY MV AHAH

NKDSKDO KINN PLEASE

HELP ME IM FLATLIING

wait why'd the vibes change

A FOREHEAD KISS MY WEAKNESS

bible the man you are

YUH GET THEM BESTIES

YOOOOO LOOK AT THEM SLAY

ay ay ay none of that now stay in your lane vegas

YESS THE SLAP SCENE BITCHES ITS HAPPENING

PETE STOP WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

oh lord how does vegas know that........

PETE PLEASE YOU'RE STIRING THE POT

green....so much green lighting....DANGER

i swear if vegas drugs porsche again...

nah i think porsche is just drunk

oh porsche fucking it up fr

yall see vegas just watching porsche in the bg??

OH SO THATS WHY PORSCHE IS SHIRTLESS

im going to piss my pants

OH NO FUCK FUCK FUCK

everyone say thank you pete cuz if he wasn't reporting everything to kinn who knows what could've happened

GET HIM KINN GET HIM

yall see how porsche was happy to see kinn till it hits that kinn is mad at him

OH PORSCHE SAID IT

kinn did not just fucking say that......

GET HIM PORSCHE

AY AYOAYO I SHOUD'NT HAVE LOVED A CRAPPY GUY LIKE YOU?! DID THEY TELL EACH OTHER THE L WORD YET

OH OH OH OH OH OH OH

yall peep the nod kinn gives porsche?

OH MY GOD

OMH MY ACUTAL GOD I CANT

WHERES THE PREVIEW

oh there it is

OH WHAT SO KINN DID KILL TAWAN?!OR HE THOUGHT SO CUZ APPARETNLY HE'S NOT FUCKING DEAD??

PAUSE kinn looks so cute in that photo

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #thai bl series #thai series #kinnporsche ep7 #kimchay were very cute this ep i love them #we're getting tawan and i am not ready for his bitchass to cause chaos #the bathroom scene? WILD #im ready for the gifs...#i love kinnporsche #cellulars FJWKPT

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bzedan · 1 year

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I posted 4,101 times in 2022

That's 3,139 more posts than 2021!

162 posts created (4%)

3,939 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ashwilliamsrighthand

@naryrising

@greaterporpoise

@forest-sprites

@letitrainathousandflames

I tagged 3,926 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#ofmd - 762 posts

#our flag means death - 522 posts

#illustrations - 314 posts

#gifs - 257 posts

#actual lols - 243 posts

#reblog - 210 posts

#videos - 206 posts

#wwdits - 170 posts

#language - 140 posts

#monsters - 138 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#and the squirrels are eating the still fresh oranges you couldn’t reach and the green orbs of the next are big enough to fool at being limes

My Top Posts in 2022:

Literally me sharing something on Twitter that I’d made with Tumblr in mind:

You know what, I guess this hellsite (derogatory) can have the thing I made for hellsite (affectionate).

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Had to make a mixtape for episode 10, we’ve got the A-side for Ed:

Spotify link to playlist

Track listing in text:

1. 'Feelings' - Hayley Kiyoko 2. 'Never Be Mine' - Angel Olsen 3. 'So Low' - Matt Berry 4. 'All The Things She Said' - t.A.T.u. 5. 'Heels' - Sir Babygirl 6. 'Hurt' - Oliver Tree 7. 'I Will Be Waiting' - Let's Eat Grandma 8. 'I Am a Rock' - Simon & Garfunkel 9. 'It's Okay To Cry' - SOPHIE

See the full post

72 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

Ways I have seen Izzy Hands described that full me with joy:

sour little man

vindictive little man

confirmed to be awful

old white asshole

tragic little wretch

177 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

Most of the Discord has Opinions™️ on Our Flag Means Death and I’m happy to indulge them.

1,774 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What they say: I am loving Our Flag Means Death!

What they mean: Yes I am screaming crying throwing up but what other words do I have about watching a Latine nonbinary character on my TV not only being called by their correct pronouns but by the name they chose by basically everyone (and Nana as the exception, someone who wants to recognise Jim but is caught in old habits is ALSO important), this is a show where the queer is not subtext but text, it’s flashing neon signage with a song from THE Fleetwood Mac “fucked up relationships” album playing while one lost soul physically reaches out to touch the man he loves, this is a show that is using the most beloved romance tropes as a shopping list, it saw we were hungry and offered a buffet for the heart, and all the while that I’m leaning forward, repeating lines in the sotto voice of joyful disbelief there is a part of me is both so angry this sort of story is rare and so grateful this show is acting like this is a normal story to tell.

1,777 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Lol wow that is a lot of posts #that longest tag without context is really something #gifs

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kawaikith · 20 days

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☾ my views on marry my husband.

This kdrama = 🥹🤌🏻🫠 *chefs kiss*

Park min young had to lose weight for the role of playing a cancer patient, i remember reading it in the articles. She’s so dedicated, I love her so much.

So, i’m finally watching this drama after hearing the hype over it, and it’s a 5/⭐ I LOVE IT, I’M ONLY ON EPISODE ONE, BUT IT’S SO GOOD!!! ✨

I love the small details, they’re shown so perfectly.

The taxi driver giving her money back, saying that it is his last day as a taxi driver, turns out it was her father. From the small heart mark on the notes he gave her. 🤌🏻

How she wakes up and travels back in time, ten years before she died at the hands of that douchebag, minhwan. He’s such a red flag, though.

The way she runs at him, the moment she looks at him 😭😂 she runs so fast, she runs 200 metre from her company.

And, our green forest follows, with her sandles, even buys her food, because he knows that she needs it. 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🫠 The husband she deserves, I hope.

And, that fucking bitch soomin, acting as if she really cares for min young. (I forgot the character’s…wait, it’s jiwon, hmm) 😂not me forgetting her name every few minutes. 😭

Did you also see that when jihyuk watches jiwon smile, he collides with the desk, and all the papers are flying. Lol, he’s so whipped, WHIPPED! LOVE TO SEE THAT SHIT!!!

Love where this is headed. Finally! I found a good kdrama!

Okay, i watched way too many episodes and came back to update this post.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how jihyuk knows to take care of our jiwonnie, he even outdoes himself and decorates his place with Christmas trees, stockings, and other things. (I’m not a Christian, so i don’t know what those things are called, forgive me)

Also, their first kiss 🤌🏻🫠🥺😩

But, right after they kiss, he pushes her away from himself, because he’s reminded that he is the person who has to protect her.

He literally locks her out of his apartment 😭

Park minhwan, that motherfucker deserved the debts he has and let’s talk about his parents’s insult that jiwon did. 😂😂😂

She legit dressed like a mistress to show his mother that she isn’t below her, that motherfucker had the audacity to say that jiwon should learn how to respect elders, that she can’t cook, blah blah.

Jiwon is such a legend for answering her back, and not letting that bitch of a mother bring her down.

That comeback was honestly so much better than any k-pop groups i’ve ever seen!!!! 🫠

Wait, but this sumin bitch pisses me off so much, she really had the audacity to seduce minhwan knowing that he’s her best friend’s boyfriend, and then covering up the jomart issue and blaming it on jiwonnie.

That bitch’ll get what he reaped, i swear if she doesn’t, i’ll fucking riot!!!

I don’t know how reincarnation trope works, but if soomin had a miscarriage, then i don’t know how jiwon’s revenge is even complete, especially after the special entry of Yuri, jihyuk’s ex fianceé, is there going to be a sad ending?

Okay, yuri’s entry was not needed, they were just dragging the drama, and therefore, the last episodes felt boring.

I love how jihyuk is a man of small details, how he keeps track of everything that makes jiwon smile, and tries to overdo himself just to see her sweet smile, he’s such a cutie patotie, he even adopts the cat that jiwon used to feed in their college days.

He buys her expensive necklaces, clothes, and takes care of her needs so well, it’s so fucking attractive.

He’s such a divine masculine, i fucking love him! 🤌🏻

#marry my husband #kdrama #na inwoo #park minyoung

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theymetinargentina · 3 years

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Sunflower / Harry Styles AU

Authors Note: Hello! This is an AU I thought of when I took a flight this past winter. I really hope y’all enjoy. As always comments and requests are always appreciated, they really help with motivation:) Feel free to interact in any way<3

Warnings- SMUT, daddy kink, choking, spanking (all that jazz)

Word Count- 2.8k

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“Alright passengers, I’m your flight attendant for today’s flight, my name is Jane and upfront our pilots are Harry and John, they’ll be making sure we arrive safely to our planned desination.” you smiled into the speaker, “We want to thank you for flying with us and hope you enjoy your flight, any concerns or questions feel free to flag me down and I will ensure all your needs are meet.” You spoke all this is your typical stewardess voice, a voice that took months to perfect and has slowly crept into your daily speaking habits.

Today’s flight was a short one, only about an hour and a half. While you normally preferred longer flights, as it meant you got to travel farther, today you were grateful for the time it meant you would get to spend with your boyfriend, the man who was in charge of making sure this plane arrived safely at its destination. You and Harry had been together for nearly four years, working together since the very beginning of your relationship, when it was barely that. Of course, you never intended to start a romance with one of your pilots, it sort of happened.

After you relaized you both would have to work together, panic settled in. Of course you really liked him, you spent nearly everyday with him since that first night. He couldn’t be further form bothered, only uttering, “Who cares….maybe we should tell them so they can see I got the one everyone drools over.” I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. I would be shamed for sleeping with one of the pilots, rumors would ensue over how you got such a sought after job.

However, one panic attack and a trip to HR later, everything felt at ease. Your job literally could not care less; and being with Harry, relaxed you. Who cares if people gossiped? It was no ones business. They could stare and talk all they wanted. They wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you upset by it.

Pushing through your anxiety was worth it, for Harry anything really was.

********** 4 years earlier **********

“I’ll get another drink please.”

“On it,” the very patient bartender responded, you had been moping around the bar for nearly two hours. You came here often enough to know which bartenders were working what shift. This is why you choose to come at this specific time. Noah, a slightly older man, was your favorite. He never tried to pry things out of you. Just let you sit at the bar with a solemn look on your face. Occasionally listening when you felt you needed to rant. A presence next to you snapped you out of your daze. The bar was fairly empty but the slightly musky air was still floating over our heads.

“Can you make that two, please? Go ahead and put it on m’ tab.” I slowly turned ready to dismiss whoever was interrupting my form of self-care. It was the same tall, lean man who had been shooting glances my way all night. Getting fairly close to me when he came to retrieve drinks for his group. “I’m Harry, and you are….?” he said cheekily

“Jane,” I deadpanned, “That is very kind but I am more than cap-” I stopped when I fully looked at him and saw how beautiful he was. His eyes were a blend of forest greens, almost overshadowed by how dilated his pupils were. His pink, full lips were pulled into a smirk, noticing I was staring.

“Baby, ‘m sure you’re more than capable,” he slyly said with a grin, Who was this man? And to have the nerve to tease me after only just meeting.

“Look, I was just sitting here enjoying a drink and I really don’t need anyone to pay for it.”

“I’m just tryna warm you up, take it...please?”

“Warm me up for what? You seem so sure of yourself, when all youve done is give me your name and pay for a drink.” I retorted.

He grinned again and moved closer, “I see that look in your eye, I know you want this darlin’,” he slowly inched his hand up my arm, pausing when he got to my collarbone, waiting for me to say no. He carefully encased his hand around my neck, looking into my eyes to silently ask if this was okay, all I could answer with was a nod. He put his mouth to my ear and hotly whispered, “Come home with me.” The ache between my thighs only got more intense. “Your friends wouldn’t like that,” I whispered lowly.

“Fuck them,” he responded, his voice had significantly dropped and he sounded so sure. For some reason, I trusted him and felt myself slowly falling into his arms, both figuratively and metaphorically. I wrapped my significantly smaller hand around his wrist that was still holding my neck, “Take me then.” I whispered.

Our drinks long forgotten, he dragged me through the exit. When we stopped in front of a very expensive car I was surprised to think he would drive. “Wait,” I gasped, “you can’t drive, you were drinking.” I couldn’t hide the slight disappointment in my tone. He only chuckled, “I was the designated driver for tonight, had bloody virgin drinks all night.” He smiled. With that, we got into the car. Judging by his determined driving I assumed we would end up at his place. After a car ride filled with only the sound of our heavy breaths and quiet music, the air thick with tension, he parked. The house was fairly large for what I would assume was only one-man occupying it. Nonetheless, I followed him to the front door where he stopped and turned to me.

“I know I was pretty straight forward back there, but I’ll completely understand if you decide to change your mind.” Those words got me wetter than I already had been. I understood what he was saying though, and felt gratitude at his attempt to make me comfortable. However, I couldn’t help but let my eyes flicker down to the bulge in his trousers. I stepped up to him and rested my hands just below his belly button, “I want this,” I seductively whispered, “Tell me you want me.” He let out an animalistic growl and wove his hands around my backside, resting them on my hips.

“I want you so, so bad baby. ‘M about to come in my fuckin’ trousers. Got me so hard, you minx.” With that settled I pushed him towards the door hoping hed get the hint to open it and lead us inside.

Once inside the already thick tension erupted inside us. He pushed me up against the closed door and crashed his lips on mine. It was rough and hot as he poked his tongue at my sealed lips, I let him in, and our mouths explored each other. He groaned and motioned with his hands on my ass to jump. I happily leaped into his arms and continued our heated kissing. I felt him slowly begin walking upstairs, careful not to drop me. We broke apart to breathe, but I immediately began trail kisses along his jaw. When I reached a particularly sensitive point below his jaw, he moaned. Setting me gently on the floor he lifted the end of my dress, pulling it off me in one swift motion. His eyes widened at the sight beneath it.

“Completely bare, you filthy fuckin’ whore,” He said as he cupped my heat, smirking at the whimper I let out.

“Oh yeah? I bet you fuckin’ love it.” I replied breathlessly.

“I fuckin’ do. Daddy loves filthy whores .” His eyes had gotten darker and his voice had a dominating edge to it. I knew he wouldn’t go easy on me. And I was thankful. I decided if he wanted to be rough, so could I. He threw his head back and groaned when I dropped to my knees in front of him, “You look so damn beautiful on your knees.” He gripped my chin, dragging his thumb across my cheek and pulling my bottom lip down.

I whimpered at the throbbing between my legs, hoping to get some type of relief. His bulge had only gotten larger. I held lightly onto his thighs and gave rough kisses to his covered length.

He was stubbornly refusing to moan, I could hear his breath increase in an attempt to mask them. When I pulled both his trousers and boxers down; his thick, veiny length sprung up. The tip was bright red and leaked pre-cum.

I admittedly enveloped him in my mouth, his knees almost buckling at the sudden touch.

“Fuck baby…..shit, right there…...suck daddy’s cock.” He grasped my hair harshly, guiding my movements as I bobbed up and down his cock. When I hallowed my cheeks he gave an involuntary buck, his tip hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag. I pulled away quickly, gasping for breath with a line of spit connecting his swollen tip to my lips. I chuckled and continued to move my hand up and down, flicking my wrist slightly when I reached the head.

“You like that daddy,” I smiled at him. He finally gave me another beautiful moan that sent waves of pleasure to my throbbing core. “Mmmm,” was all he managed to respond before pulling me up to kiss me sternly.

“As much as I love that sweet mouth of yours, I wanna come inside you.”

He pushed me backward until my knees hit the bed. He climbed on top of me letting his hands roam toward my throbbing pussy, “please,” I whimpered; surprising me too. He chuckled sliding his hand over my slit. “Oh, fuck.” Gathering my wetness on the tip of his finger he slowly pushed one in.

I threw my head back and let out a moan. “All this for me, huh? Tell me who got you this wet?”

I could feel him threatening to pull his finger out, “Tell me who, and I’ll fuck you with my cock, the one you sucked so well.” He crashed his lips back on mine while hastily unbuttoning his dress shirt. “You want that? To have me fuck that tight cunt so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?”

“Please…...daddy.” My whimper nearly killed him, the slow drawl out of me calling him daddy, I could tell he was trying to tame himself for my sake. But I wanted him to completely ruin me.

“Don’t be patient, ruin me…..please?” I juted out my bottom lip, partly to be cute and because I knew he would imagine me when I was on my knees for him.

I pulled at his belt buckle, he ripped my hands away and stood up. At first I thought he had changed his mind or something was wrong but he had a devilish grin on his face and lowly spoke in his sex-hazed raspy voice, “Get on your hands and knees.”

For some reason I responded to his voice immediately, rolling over so I was propped up by my hands, spreading my legs, hissing at the cool air hitting my slick core. My ass was facing toward him so I could only hear him remove his belt and step out of his trousers.

I jumped slightly when I felt him run the cool leather over my ass, “Look at you, spreading your ass for a stranger….. Such a fucking whore.”

I whimpered slightly and pushed my hips back slightly, hoping he would understand what I wanted. “You want me to spank you?” he snickered, “you keep surprising me Jane.”

Hearing him say my name drew a moan out of me, only nodding in retort to his question.

The slight sting that came was minimal in comparison to th pleasure I felt at his belt hitting my ass roughly. He brought it down again, and again, and again; each time making me moan louder than the last time.

When he dropped the belt I sighed in relief, I would finally get some relief from the ache that was ever increasing between my legs.

“Are you on the pill or should I-?”

I cut him off, “I’m on the pill, you can go bare.” I didn’t want the barrier of plastic between us, I wanted to feel every vein and ridge I had felt in my mouth.

With my confirmation he pushed in harshly, both of us moaning in unison, “Oh fuck…” I breathed. He set a rough pace, gripping onto my hips and pounding into me from behind.

“Shit…..you’re tighter than I thought baby, “ he groaned. The air was filled with sex and sweat. The only sound being our repeated mantras, oh fuck, right there, or don’t stop, and the borderline pornographic noise of skin slapping together. Harry reached his hand in front of me began rubbing fast circles on my clit. I cried out and knew from the sudden stimulation I was gonna cum sooner than I though, “I...I’m gonna cum, Harry.” I managed to get out.

“Cum for me baby, show me what a good girl you are for daddy, how much you love his cock.” With that I clench around his length that was buried to the hilt in me, all but collapsing from the overwhelming pleasure. I could feel Harry twitch inside of me and felt thick ropes of his cum coat my walls. He pushed himself balls deep, swirling his hips while riding out his oragasm. “Ohhhh, fuck baby….” he groaned.

I gathered enough strength to put my hand underneath us and tug on his balls lightly. He jolted and growled in my ear.

“You felt so good in me,” I whispered, in between our heavy breathing.

He laughed and pulled out, hissing lightly at the lack of warmth around his cock.

“It was all you darlin’.” I unvoluntarily clenched my thighs at the pet name. We both laid on our backs and stared at the wall.

“You can spend the night if you’d like,” he looked over at me with a glint in his eyes. I couldn’t say no, even if I normally refused to even spend longer than 5 minutes after with a hook-up.

“Sure,” I smiled.

********* Present Day **********

“Once the seatbelt light has turned off, you can go ahead and gather your things, exiting the aircraft in a effective manner, on behalf of all of staff we would once again like to thank you for flying with us today and hope you had a lovely flight.”

Once everyone was off the plane I unlocked the cabin door and struted inside, silently punching myself for choosing to wear heals. I mean, they made my legs look great and not to mention how fucking good my ass looked in this skirt, I knew Harry was itching to take it all off me.

“How was your morning Jane?” John asked sweetly. John was one of our newer pilots,doing his first few years under the care of Harry, a man with years behind his belt. He was a sweetheart, always kind-too kind if you asked Harry- and he respected everyone he worked with, no matter their own job.

“Not too bad, fairly calm flight. How were yours?” I asked them both.

“Good, John was in the lead for most of it. Fast learner this one.” Harry grinned, knowing how embarrassed John was with compliments. Sure enough when I looked at him, his cheeks were flushed pink.

“That’s very kind, but it’s all your teaching,” He replied, “I’m off, gotta go get some rest. I hope you both have a wonderful day.” He shook Harry’s hand and gave me peck on the cheek.

My eyes followed him out the door and I turned to Harry once he was out of sight, met with an unimpressed look.

“Oh relax, he always gives me a kiss on the cheek.” I said with a roll of my eyes.

“I’m just saying,” he stood and started gathering his belongings, “he tries anything else and I’m not holding back.” Of course John would never try anything, for one he was married, and he respected both Harry and I too much to ever do anything like that. It was simply a joke, stemming from the fact that a pilot that flew with Harry had commented about me, not being aware I was tied to Harry.

“I’m yours, you know that,” I grabbed onto the front of his suit and peered into his eyes.

“Yeah, you’re all mine, too look at, kiss, and grab,” he smirked, cupping my ass harshly at. I squealed and tried to push him away.

“People will see,” I laughed lightly, freeing myself of his grasp.

“Let them, they’ll finally understand not to talk about you,” he breathed, “Especially when they see me and think, ‘that bloke will fuckin’ kill me for disresectin’ his girl’” he beamed at me, clearly proud with the scenario he made in his head.

“You are such a dork.” We both grabbed our bags and began walking out the plane and into the airport.

“Yeah, but you love me,” he smiled with that goofy grin that always makes me laugh. I merely shook my head in response and thought, yeah I really did.

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littlefreya · 4 years

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Bad Reputation

Synopsis: Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them. 🤭

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, exhibition kink, public display of affection, dirty language, slight fingering, daddy kink.

A/N: This is by request made for thigh riding! I see this as a slight sequel to Putting up a Show and Good Girl just because in my mind they are the same couple. Many thanks again to the marvellous @agniavateira for doing the beta! Masterlist is here.

Let me know if you want to be added/removed! Thank you for reading as always :)

PR fucking nightmare - that’s what our managers call us.

They thought it would go away after our first year of dating. But the sad truth is, Henry just loves to touch, and I’m a hot-blooded woman who loves to fuck shit up. Three years in being married and the line is so goddamn blurry by now; I am never quite certain which one of us initiates it, nor do I even care.

I see my bear sitting sprawled across the red leather sofas, legs spread open as he can never keep them shut. I know I’m terribly biased but that black tuxedo suit sure as hell looks great on his strong figure, especially with the crooked bowtie and the beard he’s been growing for his new movie role.

And as if the bad boy vibes and big dick energy he sends everywhere wasn’t enough, the half-empty Grey Goose bottle on the round golden table next to him and the slight sweat that covers his forehead is a red flag that we are definitely getting into trouble tonight.

Bring it on.

Armie is sitting right next to him, telling him about some scheme by the gesture he is making with his hands. But I can tell Henry has other things on his mind. I can feel his eyes looking at me even when I am standing far away. Our gazes meet, he offers me a mischievous smile, showing off the large dimples of his cheeks. This is what I call a wet, slippery invention.

I blush and look away. I mean, I have Rebecca Ferguson holding my forearms. That woman makes me want to invite her into our bedroom, but Henry doesn’t like sharing, not even with women. It doesn’t matter how much I’d pout and beg, he likes me all to himself, and he loves it when others can see that I am his.

It’s always his hand between my thighs, riding up higher, thumb tickling at my clit teasingly. We sat through an entire acceptance speech with him working me hard. If anyone looks closely at that video on Youtube, you can see the exact moment when he hits the spot.

Sorry, Leo, I wasn’t smiling because you won.

This is us being subtle. Hotels and parties, however, are a different story. We already had a manager quit on us because we made sure the entire floor hears what we are doing through the night.

Rebecca kisses me on the cheek, the gorgeous Swedish redhead is already tipsy, and I’ve had my second glass of wine. She’s in a red satin dress, her impressive breasts showing through her cleavage. I also spot a few freckles on her chest. It makes me pout and look at Henry, who shakes his head in refusal.

“Where is your hubby anyway?” she asks playfully, and I point in the direction of where he is sitting. Armie is just getting up, leaving Henry alone. He pours himself some more vodka, fills the glass with ice and then takes a sip with a lustful gaze. That’s probably my cue to keep him company and take that glass away.

That video when he told everyone to get naked will forever be online. He also has a tendency to start making impressions of others when he is flustered, and I can’t contain my laughter when that happens.

“He’s too drunk to get up.” I sigh, shaking my head while he makes playful, sad faces at me. I shrug and take my phone out my purse, seeing two text messages from him.

Henry: “Where are you, babygirl?” Henry: “I want to squeeze that ass.”

I text him back “Armie’s? Go for it. Can we have Rebecca, pleaaaaase?”

He reads my reply, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in complete refusal.

“Not. sharing. you. Do you want me to spank you in front of all these people?”

Rebecca is oddly enough very touchy-feely, her hand sliding down my forearms while she speaks about how wonderful Henry is, and how fun it was to work with him on MI6.

“He’s not like all the other ones, he is an actual friend,” she explains to me, her beautiful green eyes lighting up.

“I know, that’s how he got me, pretended to be my friend for years.” I chuckle, remembering the times we were still just friends. If you look at videos of us from interviews and photos from events from the time we worked together, you’d think we’ve been dating already. He always touched me subtly, his eyes staring at me intently when I speak. And of course, no one cracks him up the way I do.

But Henry waited 5 years for both of us to be single at the same time to “kidnap” me during a walk with our dogs at the forest, where I’d literally be unable to run away. He did that so he can tell me he’s been in love and growing in love with me ever since we met.

I smile at the sweet memory. I held my tears when that word left his lips.

“I’ll come to say hello later, I’m starving,” she says and rubs her belly gently. I nod and lean forward to kiss her, deliberately kissing her soft, red-painted lips for Henry to see. Us girls, we really don’t mind.

As I turn to face him, he is already frowning. He’s not amused by my vexing behaviour. I give him my best angelic posture, batting my lashes and holding my hands together while my head is tilted to the side. In that pale blue and silver dress, I might look like some saint right now, but my darling knows I’ve come from south to heaven.

I make my way to him, walking slowly, a smile both in my eyes and between my cheeks. I can feel the fire burning in my chest, the sight of him is dashing, those thick thighs ever so inviting. He spreads his legs even wider, the bulge in his groin made only for me. He has his pinky finger pressed between his teeth while checking me out.

My body heeds his calling, I’m tingling wet.

I stand in front of him, my cheeks warm as if this is a first hook up of some sort. Henry rises his beautiful blues to stare straight into my eyes. The beaming lights in the hall make his sweaty skin glow in neon pink and gold, his eyes flashing bright as the different colours dance across his face.

“How many of those have you had?” I ask, gesturing at the glass, noticing the half-empty bottle. I hope not too much, I expect to be rammed tonight when we return to the hotel.

He shrugs, putting the glass away without bothering to finish it. He is British, and boy, he can drink a lot. He is not as half as flustered as a different guy would be, but yes, he is certainly quite drunk. Enough to give me that look of his-one eyebrow rising up-while his eyes drink in my dress, cleavage, ass, and that slit that runs from my legs to my thighs.

My friends asked me if Henry is an ass or tits man, to which my answer was “he is ‘all of me’ man.”

“Gotta love women's liberation.” He speaks in a deep, low voice, gesturing at my provocative dress.

“Come to daddy.” He demands, holding out his hand for me to come and sit on his thigh. To which I am more than happy to comply.

I spread my legs, moving to straddle his muscular thigh. There is a burning sensation at my core as my pelvis meets his taut muscle. My body always reacts to his touch. Henry’s hands immediately take my face, thumbs stroking at my cheeks.

“Why do you tease me, beautiful?” he murmurs, his fierce gaze tracing my face, always taken by me, memorizing every freckle and flaw as if it’s the first time we ever sit so close. God, he makes me feel so beautiful even in my ugliest of ugly days.

I lean forward to get even closer, my ass riding up his leg and my hands reach out to tug at his white buttoned shirt. “Oh, Henry-Bear, it’s. So. much. fun.”

Someone sits right next to us on the big red sofa, saying a friendly hello. We answer at the same time, without breaking eye contact. We never bother looking who is the actor, producer, or whatever who moved to bug us. Too lost in our own little mist of admiration. Henry’s fingers descend from my face to my neck, fingers skirting down my neck sensually.

“You know what I love about these ceremonies and parties?” he asks as he leans closer to whisper in my ear and then places a wet, lingering kiss on my shoulder. His chin pushes the straps of my dress away, letting it fall on my forearm as if by accident. I let it glide, shivering as the coarse hair of his beard marks my flesh.

“I get to show you off while you’re wearing these outrageous dresses and everyone knows I am taking you home to fuck you until sunrise.”

I chuckle lustfully, my tongue pressed between my teeth. “Last time we didn’t even make it home remember?” I hum gently, feeling his rough touch on my breasts. The tip of his thumbs circles my nipples, teasing them to harden through the thin fabric of my dress. I wouldn’t give a fuck if Henry had me topless right now and sink his fangs in my tits for everyone to see. But he is far too selfish, I was made for his eyes and his eyes only.

He settles for a “chaste” show, laying a kiss beneath my chin and then pressing his face at my cleavage, inhaling the scent of my body lotion before nibbling at my breast through my dress. His breath smells like vodka-sweet and spicy at once.

“I remember, Cumberbatch saw the whole thing,” he answers, his hands holding my ribs, slightly guiding me to move my body on top of his thigh in ghostlike movements. I am searing hot, my mound feels as if it’s seconds from catching fire. I am certain he can feel it, his blue eyes now hazy and dreamlike as they watch the pink tint that runs through my neck to my cheeks.

“Fuck me, daddy, I am so horny!”

My whisper comes out as half a cry, weak and desperate. My body is a void, it suffers without his touch, it aches when we’re disjointed. I hope we’ll never stop feeling this way toward one another.

“Ride me, babygirl.” he urges me, raising his thigh up higher, so I’ll slide down closer. The friction makes me lose sight for a moment. My vision blurs as I throb wet and hot onto him. Good thing his trousers are black, otherwise, everyone would be able to detect the wetness I am leaving on his pants.

I can’t reject his decree, my body needs him.

“You like it when they watch, don’t you?” he asks me with a slightly slurred voice. His hands glide down to squeeze my ass, assisting me in dancing on the rock-hard muscle of his leg. I am grinding slow and rough, shifting my weight forward, my right hand reaching his other thigh, clawing at him with growing pleasure.

Everyone is looking at us, I am sure, some embarrassed and perhaps even appalled. How puritan of you Hollywood. These people formed their own religion and hidden sex clubs. But I am convinced many enjoy this facade and discreetly salute us, some probably holding out their cameras.

I roll my hips up and clench my inner thighs, whimpering as my body begins to tremble.

It doesn’t matter who is staring while I ride him so passionately, seeking my pleasure with urgency while Henry’s hands support me, saddling my hips and pulling me toward him. We don’t see anyone else. We’re locked into one another, the way we always did, just like when Henry had a girlfriend, when we were “just friends” when I dated that asshole. We’d walk into a room, and it was just me and him, hearts and chest bursting with love.

Every moment we couldn’t have one another was stolen from us, we now fight to own it back.

“I’d sit you on my face in front of everyone, but I think Gretchen would kill us.” Henry half whispers against my throat and then licks up my neck as I lift my chin to the ceiling with gaping lips. He has his hand between my legs, drawing at my centre and sneaking between the slit of my dress to finish the job.

“Fuck!” he teases my clit, his middle finger travelling at my seams. My entire existence shudders. The bass of the music blasts through my chest, my eardrums throb, and my eyes see all the colours of the neon at once as my cunt implodes with orgasmic bliss. Henry steals my gasp into his mouth, his hand pressing my cheeks, crushing my mouth with hunger.

Who could ever hate us for our expression of true love?

I gasp feverishly, holding onto him as if I’m about to fall. Henry’s lips are on my temple and then my cheek. Pressing against me and not moving away. He envelops me in his big arms, a clear statement to all our viewers that I am his and he is mine. We both move our heads to see who's been sitting next to us this entire time.

Alec Baldwin and Jake Gyllenhaal. They pretend not to stare, at least Alec does. Jake gives us a wide, knowing smile. Everyone else has also been staring as I hear the whispers and gasps.

“Really? They did that again!?”

We bump our foreheads together and snicker with delight. Like we ever gave a fuck about being caught. It’s not the first time, won’t be the last. We just can’t get our hands off of each other.

“Better call Gretchen now.” I tell Henry, hanging my arm around his thick neck.

“Before or after I fuck you in one of the back rooms here?”

#Henry Cavill #Smut #Henry Cavill Smut #Henry Cavill Fic #Henry Cavill x OFC #Henry cavill fanfic #Fanfic #henrycavillsmut #henrycavillfanfic #henrycavillxofc #henrycavillfic

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ask-bearbs-and-friends · 4 years

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OPEN CHARACTERS + HEADCANONS

GRIZZ

🐻Gay (he/him)

🐻Does small jobs to get money for him and his bros

🐻Plays videogames 25/8, sans main in Smash Bros

🐻Biggest Nom Nom fan, rlly

🐻Favorite colors are green and orange

PANDA

♡ Trans Male 💙💖🤍💖💙

♡ Bisexual 💖💜💙

♡ GNC- Gender Non-Conforming 💅🌸

♡ Spends a lot of money but doesnt work 💸💳

♡ Favourite colours are red and pink ❤️💖

ICE BEAR

❄️ Non-binary Aroace

❄️ Autistic

❄️ Main earner of money for the Bears/has his way of getting money 💵💵

❄️ Master in the kitchen

❄️ Loves his axe 🪓 fridge 🌨 and older bros 🐻🐼

❄️ Favorite color- icy blue/green

❄️ ICE BEARS ARE BEST BEARS

NOM NOM

🐨 Cis Homosexual 🏳️‍🌈

🐨 Has ADHD and Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria

🐨 Tends to be a bit full of himself but is learning to be more open with his emotions 💗

🐨 Has a small crush on a certain grizzly bear 🐻

🐨 Touch Starved

🐨 Favorite colors are blue and pastel purple 💙💜

🐨 Don't mess with or insult him or he'll bite your arm off 💢

TABES

🌲Lesbian Ranger (she/her) 🌸

🌲ik I already said lesbian but, lesbian x2

🌲Loves animals and every creature in the forest 🙌

🌲Does small crafts in her free time, she’s bad at it tho

🌲Also a little bit of a conspiracy theorist, did you *SEE* that bulletin board of Charlie she was making

🌲Favorite color is green 💚

CHARLIE

🐍Agender trans man, super gay 🖤♡💚♡🖤 💛♡💜🖤

💙💗♡💗💙 ❤🧡💛💚💙💜 (gee charlie, why do you get FOUR flags 😒)

🐍Autistic and ADHD

🐍Would be a good cook if his taste in food wasn't terrible

🐍Likes crafts, doodling, and writing!

🐍Literally every color is his favorite (But he likes lighter/pastel-ish tones!)

🐍Can do a little crime and swearing.... as a treat ;3

CHLOE

📚 Autistic with social anxiety

📚 Takes notes on everything around her/intrigued about things she doesn’t know about yet

📚 Still questioning their sexuality since they’re very rarely around anyone within their age group

📚 Collects rocks for examining (and just cause they look pretty :P)

📚 Likes darker tuned colors, especially red!

📚 Often wonders what it would be like if she never skipped all the way to college and to be around kids her age

📚 Enjoys activities that involve a fair amount of thinking, like chess and large puzzles

📚 Hates being talked down to 😠

#we bare bears #askblog #grizz wbb #panda wbb #ice bear wbb #charlie wbb #chloe wbb #tabes wbb

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angelicmichael · 4 years

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Imminient Annihilation Sounds so Dope, Chapter Five

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: Reader and Micheal finally meet in person. However a unfortunate series of events follows..

Words: 4.5k+

A/N: There is a extreme amount of violence in this chapter so please be careful when reading! Otherwise, enjoy :) ALSO let me know if you wanna be on the taglist!!

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Your nickname was ‘Pyro’, pyromaniac for short. Your sister witches liked to call you that because the only two powers you possessed were the ability to conjure up fire out of thin air, and to bring back the dead. You felt quite useless only having two powers but Cordelia always told you that if you practiced they would start to grow and develop farther.

However, you were starting to think that was total bullshit. You’ve been working on your powers for the past couple of weeks non stop and there’s been no progress made.. At all. You’ve been practicing all day today and now.. you were supposed to be sleeping. You and Mallory were both supposed to be sleeping actually but instead you two were up in the tiny attic of Robichaux’s. Nobody really knew the attic exsisted, you actually found it accidentally and ever since it was you and Mallory’s little hiding spot where you two went to get away from all the other girls without actually leaving the coven. Espically now since Micheal was after you, it just wasn’t safe to leave the coven anymore.

You sat on the windowsill, which was right next to a decent size circular dusty window. Mallory was about a foot or so away from you, sitting on a dusty gross fabric chair. She was currently holding your phone, reading through the most recent text messages that you had received from Madison.

Yup, fucking Madison. You thought this whole situation couldn’t get any worse or complicated than it already was but it sure did. Madison had found your phone number that you had left for Micheal, and decided to message you.

You always secretly wondered what happened to Madison after Micheal had brought her back from hell, since she disappeared and never really returned back to the coven. You never met Madison before she died but you definetly knew about her. Besides practice magic, all anyone ever did in this coven was gossip.

But it was clear to you now what had happened. She was dating Micheal, and judging by the texts, she seemed pretty in love with him. In love with him enough to threaten you anyways. Now you really didn’t know what the fuck to do.

Well, you kinda did. You know what you were supposed to do anyway. Cordelia told you to text Micheal and to atleast plan to meet up with him so that you could start trying to seduce him, so that’s what you were currently trying to do now with Mallory in the attic. Trying to conjure up the courage to text Micheal, espically now that Madison texted you ealier today basically telling you to watch your back.

So you were a little on edge.

“So what do we do now”?

You brought your attention from looking out the window to looking at Mallory who just spoke. She handed you back your phone, indicating she was done reading the texts.

“I don’t really know. I mean, should I even still try to have a relationship with Micheal? I know Cordelia is counting on me too but Madison is going to kill me-“

You started but Mallory cut you off. You felt exhausted and tired emotionally but yet physically you were cursed with insomnia and restlessness as of lately. You never suffered with insomnia before you switched but now it was something that plagued you and kept you up easily past midnight.

“Those were just threats (y/n). I’ve met Madison before, she isn’t going to kill you. She’s just.. really upset”.

Mallory said, trying her best to reassure you.

“I don’t know though. I mean.. I think she’s serious Mallory”.

You stated, frowning. As much as you wished that what Madison was saying was bullshit, you knew that the threats were real and that there was a good chance that Madison was serious in acting out on them.

You brought your attention back to the phone you were holding.. Deciding what to do. That’s when you heard a ‘ping’! And you noticed a notification bar popped up on the top part of your screen.

It was him. Fuck.

You didn’t have him saved as a contact exactly but you knew his number by heart. You swallowed hard and clicked on the notification which brought you to your and Micheals text messages.

‘Hello’

You wasted no time in telling Mallory that Micheal was now texting you.

“Why do you think he’s texting me past midnight? Espically after his girlfriend literally threatened me? I mean do you think he doesn’t know about that”?

You spoke and then continued,

“Oh no. You don’t think he’s trying to hook up with me right”?

You said and Mallory’s laughter cut you off. You watched her as she grabbed a small pillow that was on the chair she was sitting on and playfully threw it at you. You caught the pillow, laughing now too.

“(Y/n)! Didn’t you say hes from California? He’s way too far away to do that”.

You shot her a dirty look and then looked back at your phone.

“Should I say something back to atleast see”?

“Yes”!

Mallory said. You scooted over so that Mallory could sit by you while you texted Micheal back.

“Hi.. You do realize that your girlfriend left me some nice messages right? I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to talk, like you said previously”.

You tried to stifle your laughter at how ridiculous this all was. You know that Cordelia or one of the other witches were bound to wake up at how loud you two were laughing.

You and Mallory were both now staring instenily at your phone, espically since he seemed to be replying to your texts so fast.

‘I realize that. I think it would be best for us to meet in person to discuss recent events’

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“What”?

You said outloud, Mallory looked nearly as in disbelief as you were. Then she looked worried. Very worried.

“(Y/N), this is a horrible idea. Please tell me your not actually considering doing this”.

She said, and you replied to Micheal while you lazily gave Mallory a reply out loud.

“I don’t know, I mean, maybe it’s a good idea for us to talk in person. Cause, I still have to try to seduce this guy so I have to start somewhere with him you know? And I don’t wanna tell Cordelia about Madison and then have her worry.. I can handle this”.

You looked into Mallorys eyes, which normally were dull and kind. But now they looked vivid with a hint of green, and worried. You then turned your gaze back to your phone and replied to Micheal.

‘Where and when would this be? You know what time is it don’t you’?

‘The sooner we can meet the better. And yes, I am aware of the time’

It was so strange for you to read these messages from Micheal. Ealier you thought he wanted nothing to do with you, now he wanted to actually give you a chance? Well who knows if this was him actually giving you a chance. Maybe this was Madison trying to get you to meet him so she could kill you, or maybe Micheal was planning on killing you himself. All you knew is that you didn’t have much to lose at this point so why not meet him?

This whole ‘fake date and seduce Micheal out of the apocalypse’ ordeal was seeming more like mission impossible by the minuete. You were truly starting to believe that you couldn’t pull it off, and maybe it would just be easier to let Micheal kill you than let your coven down. So you texted him back.

‘Where are you’?

‘Somewhere in Lousiana’

You held your breath as you typed your next text.

‘And you want to meet tonight’?

‘Yes’

He replied. He sent you a address and told you to meet him there in 30 minutes and before you actually thought about what you were doing, you agreed to it. You lifted your head again to look at Mallory.

“(Y/N), this isn’t a good idea. If Micheal tries to hurt you-“

Mallory started.

“Then I’ll hurt him back. I need to do this, I told Cordelia I would. The first step in getting this plan to work is to actually meet him in person. I know it’s scary but I have to take this first step”.

You said solemnly, you hugged Mallory which you swore you heard crying but when you pulled away her face looked stoic as ever.

You slowly stepped away and pulled up the hatch that revealed a ladder that went down from the attic as you started to set up a taxi for you to take.

You weren’t sure what exactly you were expecting when Micheal sent you a address for you two to meet at but it sure as hell wasnt this.

Saying it was creepy was really a fucking understatement. It was a two story, tall abonded house with boarded up windows and rotting wood. Several no tressprassing signs decorated the house and the lawn but that didn’t stop you as you approached the house. You watched the taxi drive away as you continued up the path that lead up to the house. The house was nestled in the forest which just made you feel more uneasy. You didn’t mind the forest, but you couldn’t deny how creepy it felt to be in the forest past midnight.

If Micheal really wanted to just talk, why would he meet you here? Why not a cafe or some place in public? This was definitely a red flag. Your whole body started to shake as you stepped up onto the porch which made you jump at how loud it creaked.

You didn’t bother to knock when you reached the front door, your sure if you did knock the house would fall apart at how fragile it looked.

Your whole body felt electric and on edge. You knew that you didn’t have to look out just for Micheal here, that homeless people or anyone else could be lurking in the shadows as well.

You froze and your body turned stiff when you heard footsteps and you started to see a tiny light source come from around the corner, likely come from a candle. You could tell the light source was small but in the house it was nearly pitch black, so any form of light seemed to shine bright.

It was when you heard the footsteps you started to panic.. You felt fine before but knowing that this could be the first time you could interact with Micheal? It was the anticipation of not knowing what would happen next that made you feel so anxious. You wanted to speak but you couldn’t. You wanted to run, scream, do literally anything but you couldn’t. That was when you saw who was in the house.

The figure that you heard walking came out from around the corner was now standing down in front of you in the hallway.

Tall, Blonde, wearing a entirely black outfit and holding a ciggerate in her right hand - not a candle as you previously thought - you knew exactly who this was. Madison fucking Montegomery. You were set up.

“Fuck you, Madison. What are you doing here”.

You spat out, shaking your head. You could feel tears peaking at the edges of your eyes. Madison slowly approached you as she took a hit off her ciggerate.

“What do you think I’m doing here, bitch. I’m here to put a end to this fucking bullshit like I told you. I would’ve done this sooner if I knew it was so easy to get you alone like this”.

She said smirking. You felt so stupid, why did you trust Micheal to actually come meet you?

“Look Madison. Can we just talk this out? Like actually sit down and talk? This is all just a misunderstanding really”.

You said. You felt yourself still shaking as Madison finally stopped approaching you and threw her ciggerate on the ground and stomped it out with her heel.

“A misunderstanding? Bitch your trying to take my fucking boyfriend!what part of that is a misunderstanding”?

Her voice boomed throughout the house, even though she was only a couple feet away from you it sounded like she was nearly screaming. However, her voice got a little softer when she next spoke.

“I know that I don’t know you that well but in this circumstance, it’s irrelevant because I know enough about you to know that you don’t need him. You don’t need him like I do. You have the coven, you have all of them and I have no one. It’s not that I just left the coven, no one wanted me there anymore. The only person I have left is Micheal and there’s no way in hell im letting you take that from me! So know what I’m about to do isn’t really personal, you just happened to get in the way of what’s mine”.

Madison spoke. After the ciggerate went out a couple minuets ago, you were pretty much in complete darkness again. You still managed to notice one of her hands move up and away from her side, and twisted in a circular motion. You knew exactly what that motion meant - fire.

You flinched as you saw a bright red spark catch onto the bottom of your pants, and then quickly blossom into full fledged flames.

You screamed louder than you even knew you could as you did something fucking remarkable. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment (literally) but as you attempted to wave off the fire that was on your clothes, you seemed to transfer it right onto Madison.

You saw and watched the fire leave your clothes, fly across the room and then catch onto Madison - all with just the flick of your hand.

You stood there gasping. Even though you weren’t actually on fire anymore, your ankles were defintly still burning. You started to grit your teeth in pain as you watched Madison struggle to get the flames off herself and within 2 seconds she managed to do so.

You never were capable of doing something like that before - moving objects at all. Even if the object was fire. You could light things on fire, easily even. But move fireballs across the room and make people catch on fire? That was new.

“You fucking bitch”!

You heard Madison screech and you watched her actually start to run at you.

The burns from ealier hurt you with such a instenity that you felt like you were still on fire. It felt like fire itsself was running through your veins. You definetly were crying now, and maybe screaming but you couldn’t tell anymore if that was you screaming or Madison. The tears came from pain, physical pain but you used this pain and the little energy you had left to protect yourself.

You knew Madison was out for blood, she was trying to kill you.

With a small grunt, you flicked your hand up sharply and you watched Madison’s body fly across the room and hit the wall so harshly that it actually made the house shake.

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness now. You saw as she hit her head against the wall and quickly fell down onto the ground. She looked like a fucking rag doll the way she had fell. You stood there and waited for her to move... but there was nothing.

You swear you saw blood dribbling out of her mouth and running down her forehead but you were terrified to get close to her... What if she woke up?

“Madison”?

It came out as a whisper, even though it wasn’t intended as such. Your voice was thick and raspy.

It was becoming increasingly more hard to breath with the smoke from the fire from ealier, and the pain in your ankles was starting to paralyze you.

There was really no need to stick around here any more. You could figure out what to do tommorow about Micheal and Madison, now you needed to go home figure out what to do with your wounds and see the damage that was really done.

You turned around slowly and started to leave. You were already incredibly close to the front door to start with, so it only took a couple steps to get out of the house.

That’s when you saw him. You must’ve been in shock from the whole situation that happened ealier because you nearly forgot about Micheal showing up completely. But here he was. It was still pretty dark outside but there was defintly more light than there was inside the house.

He was walking up the path leading up to the house several feet away from you. You guess he didn’t notice you because he didn’t look up at you until you completly froze and stopped walking.

“Micheal”?

You spoke softly. Your not sure why you said his name, it just kind of came out before you knew it. The first thing you noticed about him was his eyes. His beautiful brilliant blue eyes. You knew the only reason you were having these thoughts was because you were in shock.

He looked incredibly confused as he stared at you. It seemed like the entire world was frozen for a moment. And maybe it was.

“W-What are you doing out here”?

Even though this situation was horrid and you shouldn’t be smiling, the fact that you actually made Micheal stutter - that you made him nervous defintly made you grin a little. But the smile didn’t last. You guessed he said this because he thought maybe Madison would’ve taken care of you. But no. Surprise bitch.

“I mean, what are you doing out here Micheal? You totally set me up. I thought I was meeting you and yet your psycho ass girlfriend shows up instead!! I didn’t mean to hurt her but I was left with no other choice.. I’m sorry”.

You admitted. You felt completely baffled. If Micheal truly just showed up, was it his intentions to even hurt you? Did he even know that was Madison was going to show up as well? Obvisouly it wasn’t the right time to ask these questions since Micheal now looked in complete shock. And anger. You could see the anger rising in his eyes but you surprisingly didn’t feel scared.

“Madison”?!

The fear and concern you heard in his voice startled you. He ran past you and nearly flew up the stairs and went inside the house. You knew the wise move would be to just leave, that was what a normal sane person would do but lately you weren’t really feeling like either of those things. You made the dumb decision to follow him into the house.

You tried to be as quiet and cautious as possible as you slowly walked into the house. You didn’t want to set Micheal off because he was clearly upset that you hurt Madison. Confronting him would be like cornering a wounded animal. He was crouched next to her body, holding her and crying. Even though you hated him with every fiber of your being, you had to admit that seeing him in person.. was a experience.. to say the least. From being in his body you knew he was pretty, but seeing him in his own body, separate away from you allowed you to admire the true beauty he held.

Now you were really believing that being his soulmate was a mistake.

It wasn’t completly certainly on how soulmates were chosen. Many were certain that God chose your soulmate, and others who were non religious thought that it was completely random. Either way, you knew Micheal Langdon and you were a mistake. Maybe you were meant to be soulmates in a different alternate universe and not this one. In a universe where you weren’t a witch and he wasn’t the antichrist, your sure you two would make the perfect match but here? Right now? Hell no.

You had empathy for him though. Seeing him crying, vulnerable and grieving his possibly dead girlfriend made you feel bad for him. That’s when the thought that you actually could’ve killed Madison registered in your brain.

You held your breath as you spoke.

“Does she have a pulse”?

He whipped his head over to look at you and the sheer anger and hatred he held in his gaze made you take a step back. You felt like apologizing again but you knew that would do nothing to help the situation.

He turned his head back and watched as his hand went to her neck as he put two fingers over her carotid. He was sniffling now, the cries had died down which now resulted in silent tears running down his cheeks.

“She does”.

He said. His voice was broken and hoarse. You exhaled and felt a eneroumous weight lifted off your chest. You can’t imagine if you actually killed Madison, you would be charged with treason and most likely burned at the stake. And that would be that.

Micheal rose up to his feet and turned his body towards you but didn’t leave Madison’s side. He continued to stare at you with the same great intensity he held earlier.

“You need to get out of here. Before I fucking snap your neck”.

He gritted his teeth and his hands lay loosely at his sides. You knew all it would take was for him to raise one of his hands for him to kill you, he wouldn’t even have to touch you.

Again, a small voice in your head told you to turn around leave. To return back to the coven but you knew you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t run away like a dog with its tail between its legs. You couldn’t show fear or that you were scared. You would never be able to win over Micheal if he knew you were scared of him.

Instead of running away like you oh so desperately wanted too, your held your hands into fists at your side.

“Try me, bitch”.

You saw how his hand rose up away from his side and you heard yourself gasp as you watched his hand make a fist - likely making a motion to try and kill you in some way, shape or form. But nothing happened. Your neck didn’t snap, your heart wasn’t pulled from your chest.. You continued to breathe. You were very much alive.

It was strange, and nearly comical to watch Micheals face go from angry to confused, and then fucking terrified. It was his eyes. He showed so much emotion in his light crystal blue eyes, he was almost too easy to read. You watched as his shoulders and chest rose faster and faster as you simply smiled.

“What were you saying Micheal? Something about snapping my neck hm? Looks like you can’t do shit, hun”.

You snarled, making sure to keep a sweet smile on your face the whole time you spoke. You then spun on your heel, flipped your hair and headed out the door, making sure to not shut the door so that he could watch you walk away.

Even though you were now trying to act dominant and confident, that’s not how you felt on the inside at all. Honestly you were just as surprised as he was.. I mean yesterday you only had two powers which was fire and bringing back the dead.. Now your suddenly stronger than Micheal himself?? The fucking antichrist?? This didn’t make sense.. Unless..

You could be supreme.

You knew Mallory was meant to be supreme, and mentioning this to Cordelia and actually proving these new powers would not go over well. At all. Why would these new powers even start to manifest now? Could it have to do something with meeting Micheal for the first time? Perhaps.

It was about 3 am when you got home. You tiptoed back into Robichaux’s, up the stairs and into the hallway where you and Mallory’s room resided. You weren’t completely certain on whether Mallory would be asleep or maybe still upstairs in the attic, waiting for you.

You opened the bedroom door and it creaked loudly, making you cringe. You popped your head in and sure enough. She was fast asleep.

You sighed and sat on your bed. You could finally asses your wounds, your ankles were still killing you and pulling up your pants made you gasp.

You saw Mallory stir in her bed but she didn’t wake up. Thank god. Even in the darkness you could see that your ankles were bright red and looked rubbed raw.

You couldn’t help but let out a whine as you removed your socks and your shoes, and managed to actually get your feet up onto your bed which hurt even more than you could imagine. You bit your lip so hard to keep from screaming that it started to bleed.

Out of desperation you put your hands over your ankles and wished with every fiber of your being that this damn pain would go away. You knew that realistically that this would do nothing, and that you would have to wait until morning and ask Misty for some of her swamp mud to help with the pain.

You removed your hands and you noticed that as you shifted to lay down, the pain was gone. You expected the fabric on your skin to hurt but it didn’t. It felt like nothing. You looked at your ankles, baffled, and noticed that they were no longer red. They looked as if the whole fiasco with Madison never happened.. did you heal them? There was no other explanation, no one else you knew had the ability to heal wounds. Great, another new power.

You shook your head and layed your head down on your pillow. There was really no way you could win. The only solution to this problem of you having new powers would be to be quiet about them. Mallory was meant to be supreme, not you. If you told her about your new powers she would probably turn against you, and you couldn’t have that. You needed support and someone on your side now more than ever.

And Cordelia.. you knew exactly what Cordelia would do if she knew you were stronger than Micheal. She would beyond fucking ecstatic. The plan was previously to have you seduce Micheal and get him vulnerable, and then have the coven kill him but if Cordelia knew you had the capability to kill him - you knew she would make you kill him instead. And you couldn’t do that. You hated Micheal but meeting him in person affirmed that you wouldn’t kill him, you couldn’t. So.. your new powers would have to be your little dirty secret. For now.

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mochideleche · 4 years

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You can’t keep away from fate | CH5

Pairing : Percy jackson x demigod!reader

summary : The daughter of destiny- literally, along with inevitability, compulsion and necessity. Being the child of a primordial goddess doesn’t really assure you a quiet calm life but when you return to new york after five years of being shipped off to boarding school, your once mundane life says goodbye.

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You found yourself sat on the porch of the big house that night, watching the setting sun and the few campers that mr d had rallied to help him pack the strawberries into crates to sell. Of course it was nowhere near for the strawberries to be in season but when you have a god on the farm, that doesn’t really matter. You found it rather funny how despite being a place kept secret from most mortals, a place were the monsters and gods existed, the camp had a rather successful strawberry business which seemed so out of place to you.

Coming form a completely different country, you were surprised to find that you had been able to fit into camp half blood quite easily. Many campers were from surrounding states, the furthest was an apollo camper who had previously lived in canada but now stayed all year round.

You had even became friendly with Clarisse and that was saying something since she practically wanted to beat up anyone who even breathed in her direction, but after she saw how you single handedly stole the flag, you had her respect and that was rather commendable according to annabeth.

Speaking of annabeth, you two had become extremely close, you would even go as far to saying best friends. Apart from percy and her siblings, you noticed that she didn’t really seem very close with any other campers and as chiron had asked her to show you the ropes, the amount of time you spent together was enough to result in you two becoming inseparable.

You even had a few sleepovers where annabeth would come to the big house and you’d sneak down to the living room to watch old movies on the tv and sneak snacks from the kitchen. It was the most normal you had felt in weeks- considering you were at a training camp filled with children of gods and had a forest filled with monsters and giant scorpions.

You heard the creak of the floorboards to your right and turned to see percy. He was dry now, in a new change of clothes- his orange camp shirt, jeans and sneakers and small smile made its way onto his face as he approached you, “hey”

“Hey” you replied, watching him take a seat next to you.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as you watched the sun bathe everything in a golden tinge, the greek buildings that scattered the green looked as if they were glowing.

“So when were you planning to tell me about you little nature powers” percy mocked, wiggling his fingers at you making you laugh.

“Surprise?” you said.

“Uh-huh” percy said unsatisfied as he crossed his arms and turned to you.

“What does ananke have to do with the elements anyways, can you do fire too?”

you simply click your fingers and a flame ignited in your palm, percy’s face was filled with amazement, “awesome”

you chuckled, “my mother was there at the beginning of the universe. Apparently her and chronos- the god of time, not kronos the titan” you explained briefly as a shocked look appeared on percys face, “were the ones to create the world and in the myths it says that their “serpent coils intertwined” -something like that, and that created the universe- earth, heaven and sea”

Percy looked confused, “your mum was a snake?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s just a myth,” you waved your hand dismissing the story, “But since she basically was there at the beginning of the world, well i guess she took part in creating water, earth and air” you shrugged. “But that’s just a guess, i could get my powers from my dad’s side, his father was a demigod and his great grandfather was too, so there’s a lot of gods in my ancestory”

“So fire could be from Hephaestus?” Percy questioned.

you shrugged again, “I’m not really sure but it could be”

Percy nodded, “are you related to poseidon then?” he looked down at his feet, awkwardly kicked the stones around, “since you can- you know, control water”

“Oh- no,” you said, your eyes widening understanding at what percy was hinting at- or was he hinting at that? Did he like you? Your face began to heat up, “My great grandmother was a naiad”

Percy let out a breath, he looked relieved, “oh okay”

a small smile was on your face, did he like you?

“So you get anything else from your mum? Like being able to read the future or like spin really well”

You burst out laughing, “Spinning? oh you mean because of the spindle- oh gods no, i don’t know how to spin” Your mothers symbol- a spindle, in your opinion, it was probably one of the most lamest godly symbols you could have.

“well you’ve got to be connected with the spindle somehow” percy reasoned, “maybe if you prick your finger on it you’ll sleep for a thousand years”

you laughed even harder, “last time i checked i wan’t sleeping beauty, and a thousand years of sleep? doesn’t sound too bad, i think i’d enjoy that”

“Not until your true love kisses you” Percy snickered, looking at you from the corner of his eyes, “so if you ever did end up falling into eternal sleep, i’ll be right there to kiss you awake, princess”

You heart began beating incredibly fast as your cheeks heated up, “oh- really?”

“mhmm” percy hummed, sending you a smirk. oh how you wanted to slap it right off his face.

you recomposed yourself and straighten your posture, “too bad, i’d never wake up then”

You laughed as percy’s face dropped, he began to pout “hey!”

“I’m joking!” you said between laughed, leaning towards him and placing a hand onto of his, “even if you did kiss me, i’d rather sleep for a thousand years anyways”

Percy cracked a smile, “can’t blame you”

You allowed you laughter to die down, as percy put his hands behind him and leaned back. you two were sitting close enough so that when he did, his right hand was situated just behind you, his arm brushing your side.

You turned around to look at percy and he had a soft side smile on his face as he stared off at the camp below you, his dark hair falling into his eyes.

“And what do we have here?” a voice called.

You and percy immediately turned to your right to see mr d standing there with his arms crossed and sending you a suspicious gaze, completed with a raised eyebrow.

You slowly inched back from percy to make the scene seem a little less scandalous as he began talking “ We were just-”

“Being lazy peter johnson?” mr d chided, and confusion suddenly washed over you.

Percy had sat up, retracting his hands from he porch, “Lazy, I-”

“when you really should be helping out in the strawberry fields with the order, such a prideful boy- you complete 3 quests and you think you’re some primadonna” mr d rambled.

you sighed, thank gods he was getting angry at something else and not the fact you and percy were at the big house alone- together.

you could see that percy too, was relived as he just smiled instead of getting angry at the fact that dionysus was shaming him as much as he could.

“-strawberries don’t just grow out of nowhere and neither do they get picked out of thin air- What are you still doing here johnson! the crates aren’t going to load themselves!”

“Right, i’ll be right there” Percy mocked but mr d didn’t seem to sense the sarcasm in his voice and the pot bellied man huffed,

“You better be Johnson,” and with that he turned around and rounded the porch out of sight.

You couldn’t help but let a scoff of laughter out and percy turned towards you with a sly smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Well i guess you better go help out” you giggled and percy rounded on you.

“How come he didn’t tell you to help?” he questioned.

Percy was right, mr d hadn’t even batted an eyelash in your direction or even acknowledge you were there.

You leaned in and covered one side of your mouth with you hand, “he’s scared of my mother”

You were certain this was correct, you remembered on the first day when mr d saw you standing in chirons office- you had never thought a god could look so scared.

He hurriedly welcomed you then backed out of the room as quickly as he had entered. It was common knowledge that your mother was an awfully powerful being, no doubt she could take on any olympian god and win. She was also in charge of the fates of the gods- being the goddess of destiny, and not to mention the fact that she had been there at the start of time- anyone would have all the right to be intimidated by her, even the gods.

Percy nodded like he understood, but still thought it was no good reason that you didn’t have to do labour, “no fair”

You shrugged, “wanna bring it up with mr d?”

Percy smiled, “all right, you win”

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The week was up, you were miserable. Despite only being at camp half blood for such a little time, you felt like it was your second home. Now you’d have to leave- your friends, your room in the big house, percy.

Gods you felt miserable that morning, your dad had sent for a driver to pick you up and bring you to the airport. And you were the most miserable standing at the top of halfblood hill, saying your last goodbye to everyone.

Chiron reassured that you were to camp back to camp halfblood, but even though you trusted this, it still didn’t stop you from trying not to cry.

“Promise you’ll message often okay?” Annabeth was saying, hugging you closely, you could hear the tightness in her voice.

“I promise” you said, stepping back and smiling at your new friend. It was no surprise that you and annabeth were as close as ever. You were surprisingly very similar. You both liked to study, enjoyed reading, had an admiration for beautiful buildings and you both liked to annoy percy.

“I’ll miss you Y/N” Grover bleated, wiping at the tears in his eyes, “you’ll come back, right?”

you nodded, although you weren’t exactly sure when this would happen.

You hugged grover who immediately began to sob, “who will help me write my pipe compositions now?”

you patted grovers back as you reassured him that there were many campers who would be willing to help him and he slowly stepped back, nodding his head and trying not to chew his shirt out of anxiousness.

Then there were percy. he stood with his hands in his pockets behind annabeth and grover, he was doing his best not to make eye contact with you.

Annabeth noticed this and grabbed grovers arm, “we’ll wait at the big house, percy” and grover began to protest but annabeth pulled him away before he could continue.

Percy watched them go down the hill with slight panic- his eyes were wide and his hand made it’s way up to rub his neck. He turned to you.

You gave him a sad smile and walked towards him, “so i guess this is it”

He nodded, “but you’re coming back right?”

You took a breath, you wanted to say yes but with everything going on, you weren’t sure if you’d make it back to camp, “i hope so”

the tension in the air was suffocating you. None of you were saying anything but you knew that both of you had plenty to say. You had spent many times with percy alone before- which often got you two in a lot of trouble and caused many rumours and teasing among the campers, but now it was the most awkward thing you had ever experienced.

maybe it was because you didn’t know how to say goodbye.

“I’ll miss you” percy chuckled, “but maybe now i’ll be the best sword fighter in camp again”

You smiled, chuckling at the memory.

It was the very first time you had sword practice, you decided it would be best just to go along with the lesson as you didn’t want to seem like you were arrogant and felt you didn’t need to be there (which was kind of true since you were a very good swordsman)

The instructor had asked you to get into pairs, you had slight anxiety since many of the campers there were unknown to you at the time but you felt a hand on your shoulder,

“Wanna pair up?” Percy asked and you were extremely glad he had offered.

You nodded your head as he handed you a sword from the rack.

You stood about two feet apart, swords raised and ready in stance.

“You ready?” percy asked and you nodded.

Then he lunged.

You saw this move coming and blocked the strike with no problem, then you tried to hit him from under his guard but he parried that too.

Seems like you were evenly match.

A smile made its way on your face, “Not going easy on me then?”

Percy chuckled, “ sorry princess but you’re not fooling me, i know you were trained straight from the womb so there’s no need to go easy on you”

You raised an eyebrow, “well then i guess i don’t have to hold back anymore”

And you drove straight for percys chest which he had momentarily left exposed. Unfortunately, he dodged out of the way just in time and proceeded to trying to skewer you.

The second you and percy had initiated combat, everyone’s eye were on you, even your instructors. You weren’t aware of the fact at that moment but annabeth had informed you after. All you were aware of was the fact that percy was trying to stab you- but you weren’t going to make it easy for him.

When you finally sashed at his hand, he retracted his sword but it was too late as you had kicked up your leg and sent his blade flying.

From that moment on, everyone in camp knew not to mess with you.

You stared at Percy, his sea green eyes looking everywhere but you. They kept shifting around nervously, on the grass, on pelius, on the big house, at his shoes- but not you.

You grabbed his arm, “riptide” you said, your other hand out flat.

“Uhm-” percy shuffled around in his pocket and brought out his pen.

You uncapped it and it extended into his sword, “does it work as an actual pen?” you questioned an amused smile on your face.

“Oh- uh” percy stuttered, understanding what you wanted to do.

He took the lip of the pen and looked at it, then at his sword. He then proceeded- almost as if he had no idea what he was doing, to attach the lid to the hilt of the sword. Riptide shrunk back into a pen.

“Brilliant guess” you said, taking the pen from percy, “you sure it won’t- transform back midway and decapitate your arm?”

Percy shrugged, “only one way to find out”

you placed the tip of the pen on his forearm, it didn’t chop it off so you thought it was safe to continue.

And you wrote out you number in incredibly neat print onto percy’s tanned skin.

“You’ll call me right?”

“obviously,” percy smiled, “even if it does mean risking monsters showing up at my apartment.

you rolled your eyes, “just hug me already”

Percy chuckled and wrapped his arms around you.

You breathed in his scent, the sea. Salt water, not fresh.

“I’ll miss you” you finally replied to his first statement, your voice sending vibrations through percy’s chest which increased as he laughed.

you felt his heart beat as well which you were glad was beating as much as yours.

You finally stepped back and began retreating, “Goodbye percy”

he stayed still, lifting a single hand to give you a small wave, “see you later, princess”

And with that you turned around, walking away from camp half blood, not knowing when or whether you’d see the son of the sea god ever again.

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the gods of olympus #percy x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson imagine #the heroes of olympus #percy #percy jackson fandom

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When taking Lutrudis as a concept into account, it could be argued that the decision to have her live in a big, fairytale-like castle would be an unwise idea, maybe even counterintuitive, since a place so extravagant might undermine her intended loneliness and yearning for a more fulfilling life, adventure, and all that jazz before Sonic and company entered the picture. The last thing I’d want with Trudy would be to remind people of Chris “woe is me” Thorndyke and his rich kid mansion lifestyle. Not to mention that since some of the townspeople in Lime Shores can act rather ignorant (and in some cases, antagonistic) towards her, a lavish castle might also undermine the underdog nature of that particular setup.

Despite these concerns however, I felt confident with my plan, and I figured that as long as I knew what I was doing, readers would understand what I had in mind. I’ve explained in the past that a castle would better accommodate someone with her EDS, so right off the bat, you already have a practical justification for it. It also helps that whereas the accursed Thorndyke had his parents, friends, grandad, butler, etc etc etc etc... Trudy genuinely had no one to turn to before the heroes arrived for their intended vacation. So with that said, let’s examine this particular building for a bit, complete with pics for comparison’s sake, as well as a certain cavern full of Ethereal goodness that happens to be nearby...

Creating the Residence: Trudy’s Castle

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: The outside environment is not too subtly inspired by Autumn Plains from Spyro 2, better known to non-Spyro fans as my blog background.

A serene yet lonely autumnal forest backdrop, with a big stone castle smack dab in the center. It’s not one-to-one the same of course - instead of a pool, the front area boasts a lovely garden full of different flowers, and there’s also a lake nearby - but the mood is more or less what you see here.

However, this partly serves to contrast with what’s behind closed doors. As acknowledged in Beyond the Stars proper, the interior of the castle instead goes for a different and grander, yet equally inviting atmosphere when you take that first step inside. Instead of stone, you see marble and wood, and instead of grey and green, you have reds, creams, maroons, and golds (with a few complimentary blues and purples thanks to the flags hovering above).

As the lady herself mentions, Trudy discovered that the interior was in a state of disarray when she obtained it, and she was of the belief that a castle as beautiful and rich in history as this one deserved better than to be forgotten and wither away in the coming generations. The least she felt she could do was give it a modern, yet respectful redecoration, and give the old building a second, loving life in the process.

Yes, that means every spot of detail inside this castle was done single-handedly. Entirely on her lonesome. It took ages to complete, especially when taking her EDS into account, but she was determined to give the place its due, and lo and behold, the effort more than paid off. (You know, such levels of determination bring a blue hedgehog to mind...)

And that’s just the intended vision for the main hallway! We haven’t touched the other rooms yet! (Since a castle would have quite a lot of rooms, it goes without saying that for the sake of keeping this post from going even longer, we won’t be covering literally every single room... just the most important and/or most noteworthy ones. :o)

The bathroom can be described as a mix between the two examples below, combining the semi-medieval build of the former with the sky blue palette and general relaxing style of the latter.

Though that said, while the bath remains there for any guests to use, Trudy personally uses a shower since it’s more convenient for someone with her condition.

The kitchen (or as Sonic likes to call it, “the palace of chili dog magic”) mostly comes in cool browns and blacks, and its intended appearance is probably one of the more obvious combinations of old-timey and modern. It also has a slightly country aesthetic compared to the other rooms, because ha ha, horses, geddit.

The greenhouse at the back brings back the heavy amounts of green (well duh, the clue’s in the name, isn’t it?), while also providing contrast with the whiteness of the structure and architecture. Complete with giant arched windows, because of course.

And the segue point between the greenhouse and the rest of the castle looks something along these lines, at least with the way the building itself connects.

Even the chambers underneath the castle manage to look classy and clean. And just as well, since it’s where Tails parks the Tornado for the remainder of his time in Viridonia, once he FINALLY remembers to get it off the Lime Shore beach...

You know another benefit of such a spacious area? You get to turn it into a makeshift workshop for all your gadget needs, Tornado-related or otherwise. I’m sure that won’t come in handy at some point...

The guest bedroom is one of the most curious rooms of the lot, because even though it’s as nice and tidy as you’d expect, it’s also rather... muted compared to everywhere else. Perhaps Trudy felt no need to modify it further in any specific way, since no one had ever bothered to stop by anyway... until you-know-who and the gang.

And we can’t forget to mention our fair equine’s OWN bedroom now, can we? Her bedroom opts for darker colours, yet no less therapeutic, which includes the canopy bed that she rests in. You can actually see the general idea with the bedroom (and the outside of the castle for that matter) for yourself, in the Dame of the Daisy mini-comic, courtesy of my awesome friend @benignmilitancy.

Likewise, although this shot is currently incomplete (don’t worry, Benign is fine with me using it :P), meaning some details haven’t been added yet, you can also get a basic idea of how the balcony is supposed to look here, along with the complimentary view of Viridonia’s oceans.

So what kind of music would befit Trudy’s castle, you may ask? Well, taking every detail into account, we would need something that goes for that perfect mix of adventure, wonder, warmth... and a faint hint of sadness lurking beneath. Something that gets all four across, but not in a generic, run-of-the-mill orchestra sort of way. Something a little more ambient and down-to-earth, with a more unique and specific kind of intimacy. Something like...

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This would apply for when you’re inside, mind you. Outside the castle, the surrounding forest would have a theme of its own, though it would share that similar combination of melancholic friendliness. So for the outside, we would go with something more like...

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Overall, the idea behind Trudy’s castle - aside from being her residence and looking enviously pretty - is to add to Trudy’s own character. It’s said that one’s home can say a lot about a person, and I made sure that every room shared a consistent narrative when reading between the lines. They may differ in shape, and they may even differ in colour, but the story is kept consistent at all times. We know that our girl is elegant, we know that our girl has slightly antiquated tastes... and we know that until the arrival of Sonic and Co, our girl was extremely lonely, and isolated by her peers, to the point of staving off said loneliness and isolation by making the place as lavishly detailed as it is in the first place. And just as the stony exterior hides the more fanciful interior, so too is there more to Trudy herself than at first glance.

Besides, not counting Eggman’s endless list of tributes to himself, we don’t often see the characters’ homes in the games, do we? We’ve seen Angel Island for Knuckles, the Space Colony A.R.K. for Shadow, that shack belonging to the Chaotix in Heroes, a few pads of varying consistency depending on the game (Tails’ workship in SA1 VS his house in Battle)... but not much more than that. And what better contrast to Sonic being something of a nomad, than by Trudy living a place like this?

But we’re not done just yet. Last but not least, we can’t forget that mysterious cave hiding down below, where countless amounts of Ethereal Crystals can be found undisturbed... You can bet that such a place would be suitably attention grabbing.

Since the crystals themselves come in practically every shade of the rainbow and then some, the resulting combination - specifically their reflecting shine - ends up painting the cavern walls with just as much colour.

It may feel a tad surreal and almost alien, to the point of being a little intimidating for some, arguably. But you know in your heart of hearts that as long as Eggman isn’t in the equation, there is no need to be fearful. After all, Trudy knows it better than anyone else, and although the crystals and their properties may hail from unknown, possibly uncomfortable origins, the horse herself continues to use them for wholly benevolent purposes.

Such a cavern would deserve a theme of its own, no? We’ll need something that drives home the point that the power within has no inherent morality, and can only be as good or as evil as the person using them. So although Trudy’s own intentions are firmly on the side of good, we’ll also need an added touch of minor eeriness lingering in the background, to represent the overarching threat and subsequent implications of Eggman dipping his own hands into the metaphorical Ethereal well, on top of its already unexplained otherworldliness...

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So yes, it’s quite a pleasant castle that Trudy has, eh?

But this isn’t the only castle that can be found in Viridonia...

Well, it used to be the only one of its kind on the island... until a certain doctor stopped by, decided to beat the horse at her own game, and create his own, darker counterpart in response... But we’ll get to that when we get to that, ho ho ho.

#Creating Viridonia #Sonic the Hedgehog #Fanfiction

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pendragonfics · 4 years

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Witches

Paring: Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Tags: female reader, set after Avengers: Age of Ultron, alternate universe - canon divergence, reader has powers, girls in love, girls kissing, fluff and angst

Summary: Separated from Wanda, Reader seeks those who took her love to Avenge her.

Word Count: 1,400

Current Date: 2019-12-07

Requested By: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

Have you ever lost someone who was supposed to be by your side? You would think that you mean a pair of novelty scissors, or a handwritten note, but no. You lost your closest, your dearest friend, your...dare say, soulmate.

You had been with her for so long. Born a day after her and her brother, raised in the house next door. Lost your family in the same attack that claimed her own. You even followed her to the facility where they injected you, her brother, and her with things that at the time felt worthwhile following the loss of your families.

The pain that followed was not.

While the twins had come through the injections enhanced, you were kept in confinement, in agony, in pain and a world of fear.

The last you saw of Wanda was the day of the attacks. Americans. All that you heard was that there was the metal man who killed your families and a green monster, but no more.

They left you in your cell.

You closed your eyes so very tight and watched them come in, in mismatched uniforms speaking English, barking orders. One opened your cell, and afraid, you watched as the hulking muscled man looked in, and left with a turn of his cape.

When they left, you ran and hid in the hills like a wild creature.

You didn’t come back at all. After you saw the city in the sky and returned to the earth, you realised that Wanda Maximoff had disappeared off the face of Sokovia, of the earth. Nobody had accounted her as dead, but as you saw Pietro you screamed so hard that you swore vengeance on the one who killed him.

The Americans.

As you sat over his body, you closed your eyes, tight. Tears fell, but when you went to wipe them, you realised. You couldn’t see your hands before your face.

At first, you thought you were cursed. But the following days, weeks - months proved fruitful in your infiltration into North America. You grew a tough shell and stole to survive. All you had was the clothes you wore and your wits, and your fierce determination to avenge the deaths of the Maximoffs.

It took time, but you made it to America using the crazy abilities you had discovered. In Sokovia, they called you worthless. In your pursuit of Wanda Maximoff, you had become a shadow of yourself. You read about the disappearance of the things you had pilfered as you made your way across the world. One journalist called you the Baba Yaga, to which you laughed.

You were making way halfway across the state of Virginia, stowing in the back of a goods truck to New York State when you realised that it wasn’t doing the speed limit.

As you tucked into the back of the cargo, you realised it wasn’t transporting Amazon packages but people. You almost fled, afraid; but then you felt the truck tip a little, steering wilder, and faster than before. Becoming visible, you jimmied what locks you could with the knife you kept on you, gathering twenty scared souls in your clutches.

“Are you a good guy?” A crying little girl asked you.

You bit your tongue to try not to cry as well. “I hope so,” you replied. You were about to say more, but the back of the truck was ripped open - quite literally! - by a familiar green fist. You had spent so long trying to find and fight these people that you had forgotten the fear you felt, the fear you had of them.

A masked man in blue and red entered, and seeing you, faltered. He lifted a hand to his ear, and spoke as if to someone else, “Witch, you’re going to want to see this.”

You balked, backing away. “Do not touch them!” You cried out, snarling.

“The truck’s not going to hold for much longer,” he argued.

“You Avengers think you can fix things, but you leave holes that cannot heal where you fight.” You grind your teeth. “I will protect these kids. Not you.”

“Look, I -,”

“__________!” A familiar voice cried. “Help them out, bring the children out!”

Your heart racing, you searched for the voice. It was as if an angel had come from the heavens above, speaking in her voice. Divine intervention aside, you listened, and barrelled past the man dressed as the French flag with as many children as you could gather in your arms. Once you touched them, and thew yourself from the vehicle, you closed your eyes as usual, except, as you propelled yourself forward, not only were you invisible, but the children too: and, you were flying.

It happened quickly after that. The green monster cleaved the truck in half, and the red and blue and the metal man who you remembered from Sokovia got the rest of the children out. You watched, in midair, clutching the ones you held tight as the monster threw the vehicle into the forest adjacent to the road, and it blew up as it soared away.

“__________, __________!” The voice called again. As you managed to find footing on the earth once again, you looked around, wildly, panicking.

“Wanda?” You cried out. In your emotions, you didn’t notice the children rush to the others. You couldn’t notice anything beyond what you sought, and that was the girl you were, had always been, would always be in love with. “Wanda!” You cried once more, tears flowing freely.

On the middle of the highway, you fell to your knees, hopeless, miserable. Weak.

“My, __________, I have you. Don’t cry, I’m here.”

You felt gathered up in a pair of arms, a familiar scent encompassing you. You couldn’t see through the tears, but you tried to. Gazing up, the sun was in your eyes as you looked to her face, the light as a halo behind her brilliant hair. Years might have passed since you last saw her, but she still looked the same.

It was Wanda. Your Wanda.

“Love?” You wept. “You’re alive?”

She nodded, kissing your cheeks. You closed your eyes, the grief escaping slowly, a release. She kissed your eyelids, your nose, and lastly, your lips, each as soft and kind as she ever was.

“I thought you were dead,” Wanda wept, her own tears falling.

“I thought you were dead!” You replied. “I saw your brother. I have come all this way to avenge him, to avenge you. But -,” the words catch on your lips. “I am not strong enough to.”

“I have fought for Pietro’s honour with everything in me ever since he died.” Wanda lifts her chin. “And I cursed the name of Barton for letting him die.”

“Barton?” You ask.

“The archer. But he is like a father to me now. All of my grudges are healed.”

You notice on her shirt, a symbol. The same as the man in blue, and the metal man. “You are...you are an Avenger now?” You ask, incredulous.

“Yes, my love,” Wanda kisses your lips once more. “With time and training, perhaps you too might be one as well.”

“Wait, you know this girl?” The helmet of the metal man lifted, and as soon as you saw the face of Tony Stark, you bared your teeth like a wolf. “Ah, you’re the Baba Yaga they’re talking about. Gotcha. Makes sense that you and Scarlet Witch know each other.”

You move toward him, but Wanda holds you back. “He’s not worth it,” she says to you. She looks to Stark and rolls her eyes. “I’m bringing her back with us. Or I walk.”

“How do you know Wanda?” The man dressed like the most common flag colours asks. “You’re friends?”

She smirks, replying, “Best friends.” Gathering you in her arms, she kisses you before them all. It’s been so long since you felt her against your body, but your mouth does not forget how much you love her. She gathers you in her arms, the kiss continuing, and you both begin to fly from them.

As you go, you hear an “oh, that kind of friend,” and you part from her kiss to giggle. It’s something you haven’t done in so long and yet it feels natural to do so with her.

“Americans,” you both mutter in disdain, and you kiss her once more.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x oc #wanda maximoff/reader #wanda x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #pendragonfics #chaotic--lovely #f/f #Female reader

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