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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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yandere(ish?) aro x whimsical (and probably fucking crazy) gn reader !

so gn reader has the power to induce hallucinations that can sometimes cause physical pain ! They can be used as distractions, cause the target to go insane from the wild sensations, or even cause the target’s mind to collapse permanently ! gn reader is kind of like mad hatter (idk what im saying as well) LIKE— they're whimsical, may or may not be crazy, spontaneous, creative, nd eccentric ! (just searched this on google😭😭) gn reader REALLY likes bullying teasing Caius a lot ! and they're kinda scary when provoked !

hope you have a great day mwa mwa chup chup ;p

❝here for a good time not a long time❞

✭ pairing : yandere aro x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) just happened to be a batshit crazy human turnt vampire, who also happened to be the mate of aro. Now if you thought he was bad get a load of her, she definitely gives this man a run for his money

✭ authors note : Ayo get a load of that picture of my man aro 👁️👅👁️ he looking real cute ain’t he ayyyyyye

✭ twilight masterlist 2

In the heart of Volterra, where shadows clung to ancient stone and the night whispered secrets, Aro ruled as the immortal leader of the Volturi. The centuries had molded him into a creature of unparalleled power and intrigue. Yet, even among vampires, there were mysteries that still eluded him.

Aro's existence had become a monotonous cycle of enforcing laws, observing the immortal world from the shadows, and seeking out gifted individuals to join his coven. While his life was filled with grandeur and luxury, there was an underlying sense of restlessness. Aro craved something more, something elusive that had remained beyond his grasp for centuries.

That elusive something came in a form he least expected—a whirlwind of whimsy and chaos that descended upon Volterra one fateful night.

(Y/N), a gender-neutral individual with a personality as unpredictable as a storm, had always been considered eccentric by human standards. They reveled in the absurd, relishing in the madcap dance of life, and were known to perform bizarre acts on a whim. To say they were 'bat shit crazy' was an understatement, for they seemed to have an uncanny ability to turn even the dullest moments into a carnival of chaos.

Aro first encountered (Y/N) during a late-night stroll through the dimly lit streets of Volterra. Their laughter echoed through the cobblestone alleys, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. (Y/N) twirled in the moonlight, their laughter infectious and their movements as graceful as they were wild.

Aro watched in fascination as (Y/N) performed acrobatic feats, juggling fruit with astounding precision, and turning ordinary objects into whimsical props. The absurdity of it all left Aro intrigued and utterly captivated. He had seen many things in his long life, but nothing quite like this.

It wasn't until (Y/N) crashed headlong into Aro's path that the whirlwind finally subsided. They looked up at him, their eyes wide with surprise, and grinned from ear to ear. "Well, hello there, mysterious stranger! Fancy a dance with chaos?"

Aro, usually composed and reserved, found himself at a loss for words. His cold, calculating demeanor momentarily shattered by the sheer audacity of this stranger. In that chaotic moment, as (Y/N) continued to babble and prance about, Aro's senses were flooded with an overwhelming revelation—a connection so profound that it sent shivers down his immortal spine.

(Y/N) was their mate.

Unable to contain his newfound excitement, Aro wasted no time in turning them. He leaned in, his eyes locked onto theirs, and sank his teeth into (Y/N)'s flesh. As darkness enveloped them, Aro couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictability of fate.

When (Y/N) woke as a vampire, they retained their whimsical personality, which now took on an otherworldly charm. Their laughter echoed through the Volturi castle, enchanting those who heard it. But it was their unique gift that truly set them apart.

With a mere thought, (Y/N) could induce hallucinations that ranged from delightful illusions to nightmarish phantasms. Their powers could cause physical pain, plunge a victim into madness, or even shatter a mind permanently. Aro saw immense potential in (Y/N)'s abilities, especially when Jane or Alec were unavailable to handle delicate situations.

Despite their penchant for calling Aro mean names in their peculiar brand of love language and engaging in a cruel form of teasing, (Y/N) had an undeniable affection for their mate. Their love was expressed through a blend of mockery and tender physical touches that left Aro both bewildered and strangely enchanted.

The bond between Aro and (Y/N) was a dance of opposites, an immortal saga that defied logic and embraced the whimsy of eternity. Little did they know that their union would soon become a cornerstone of the Volturi's power, adding a touch of chaos to the immortality that had grown all too predictable.

The sunless day in Volterra began as any other, with the members of the Volturi going about their immortal routines. Aro and his mate, (Y/N), had been inseparable since their transformation. Their whimsical nature continued to perplex and amuse the ancient vampire coven, but none more so than Caius.

Caius, the stoic and severe leader of the Volturi, had always been known for his impeccable fashion sense, stern countenance, and an icy demeanor that could chill the fieriest of tempers. Yet, his refined sensibilities were the perfect target for (Y/N)'s relentless teasing.

(Y/N) had taken it upon themselves to follow Caius around that particular day, a mischievous glint in their eye. They commented on his fashion choices with unrestrained glee. "Oh, Caius," they exclaimed, "I must say, that cloak does absolutely nothing for your complexion. Have you considered trying a different color?"

Caius, his patience wearing thin, merely gave (Y/N) a withering glare and continued on his way. But they weren't finished. They moved on to his hair, commenting, "Your hair, darling, it's positively stuck in the last century. Have you ever heard of a haircut?"

Caius clenched his jaw, determined not to let (Y/N)'s words get under his skin. They persisted, directing their whimsical torment at his face. "You know," they mused, "I can't decide if your expression is perpetually grumpy or if you've just forgotten how to smile."

His patience was wearing thin, but Caius endured. (Y/N), however, was far from done. They dropped their gaze to Caius's shoes, which were, in their opinion, the pinnacle of mockery material. "(Y/N)" they declared, "I wouldn't be caught dead in those things."

Caius finally reached his breaking point. He turned on (Y/N), his eyes blazing with an anger that rarely saw the light of day. "Enough!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the stone corridors of the Volturi castle. "Aro, come and get your insufferable mate!"

Aro, ever the picture of calm and intrigue, appeared in a flash, his crimson eyes locking onto Caius's furious gaze. "What seems to be the matter, dear Caius?" he inquired, his tone dripping with amusement.

Caius seethed, pointing a finger at (Y/N). "Your mate," he practically hissed, "has been tormenting me all day! I can't take it anymore."

Aro's lips curled into a knowing smile, and he turned his attention to (Y/N). "My love," he said, his voice laced with faux sympathy, "have you been bothering Caius?"

(Y/N) looked positively delighted, as if their mission had been accomplished. They nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, yes, Aro! But don't worry, it was all in good fun."

Aro chuckled, then turned to Caius. "There you have it, dear Caius. (Y/N) was just having a bit of fun. You shouldn't take it so seriously."

Caius gritted his teeth, feeling thoroughly defeated. "This is insufferable," he muttered before turning and stalking away.

As Aro and (Y/N) watched Caius's retreating form, (Y/N) couldn't resist one final taunt. "Bye-bye, Caius, you old bitch!" they called after him, and Aro burst into laughter.

Caius's furious footsteps echoed down the hall as he disappeared from sight, leaving Aro and (Y/N) to revel in their whimsical torment. Their love was a peculiar one, built on mockery and affection, but it was a love that brought a touch of madness and laughter to the immortality of the Volturi.

As Bella and Alice found themselves in the intimidating presence of the Volturi kings, Aro, Marcus, and Caius, they couldn't help but feel a shiver of apprehension. The grandeur and power exuded by the ancient vampires was overwhelming, and they stood there hesitantly, unsure of what to expect.

The atmosphere was tense, and the kings regarded the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny. Just as the silence threatened to become unbearable, an unexpected figure sauntered into the room, breaking the ice in the most unconventional way.

It was (Y/N), Aro's unpredictable mate. They entered the room with an exaggerated sigh and a dramatic eye roll, clearly unimpressed. "Felix and Demetri are no fun at all," they declared, their voice carrying a petulant tone. "I tried to play Uno with those two boomers, and they couldn't keep up!"

Aro, his expression a mixture of amusement and affection, couldn't help but smile as he watched (Y/N) complain about the lack of entertainment. He opened his arms, welcoming them with a warm embrace.

(Y/N), never one to resist the embrace of their beloved mate, crawled into Aro's lap, pouting exaggeratedly. "Nobody's fun around here," they mumbled, as if the weight of the world rested on their shoulders.

(Y/N) couldn't help but chime in, a mischievous glint in their eye. "Oh, I didn’t know we had guest! Pleasure to meet you. Don't mind Caius; he's just a grumpy old vampire."

Caius raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by (Y/N)'s brazenness. "I beg your pardon?"

(Y/N) simply shrugged and continued to pout in Aro's lap. "Well, it's true. Your face looks perpetually grumpy. No offense. Actually no, take great offense to that you old hag!”

Aro couldn't suppress a snort of laughter at the unexpected turn of events. He patted (Y/N)'s head fondly, knowing that their unpredictable nature was one of the many things he cherished about them.

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bobby-the-great-nobody · 2 months

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HELLO MY PEOPLE

It's not *my* fault no one told me what undertale was 9 years ago. I ONLY FOUND OUT ABOUT IT LAST JANUARY BECAUSE MY FRIEND FORCED ME TO PLAY IT!!

So NOWWWWW

im making this blog for all the late fans/people who wanna bring it back/people who still like it!

I also like deltarune!!

I will do anything.

Litterally anything.

as long as its related to undertale or deltarune

A LITTLE BIT ABOUT MYSELF

-I am le P A N S E X U A L

-I'm taken

-I simp for fictional characters and rarley ever humans

-I have autism

-I usually get into fandoms 1 year (or more) to late.

-I'm very unhinged

AND NOW I JUST SIT BACK, RELAX, AND WAIT FOR NOTHING TO HAPPEN

#deltarune #undertale #new blog #about myself

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mcuchallenge · 1 year

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Hello, everyone!

MCUchallenge here with round 3 of our tournament to determine the favourite Disney+ Marvel series of phase 4!

Round 2 results can be found here, and our next “battle” is The Falcon and the Winter Soldier vs. What If!

To give your vote to the show you need to create something on it: a gifset/art/edit - the usual things we take as fills for our prompts, and bring it as a fill. Your creation can be about anything from the series of your choice - a scene, a character, a dynamic, a random set, shooting of the series, actors talking about the series - anything you want. Mention @mcuchallenge in your caption, tag your work #mcuchallengefilled, and that’s it, your favourite show is one point closer to the victory!

The third round starts today and you have the chance to give your vote to The Falcon and the Winter Soldier or What If until 14th of April, 2023 - that’ll be the last day to bring your works for this round.

More details and a shoutout to the blogs who create for these shows under the cut, and meanwhile a traditional reminder to creators - we also track #mcuchallenge to see your other MCU creations, you’re welcome to tag us! We love seeing new works shared with us ❤

Some rules/info about the tournament:

1) Each round lasts for a month. They are elimination rounds, the winner gets to proceed to the next stage.

2) Each round only 1 edit from a blog will count as a vote*. You are welcome to bring however many edits you want, they will feature on the page with other fills, but only the first one you do for the show will bring it the point.

[Yes, this is the restriction per blog, not per person. If you’re a member of a source blog or have a side blog, you can bring sets from both and they will both give a point to the show.]

*one edit for each show. You can bring edits for both shows if you like both and it’ll give 1 point to both shows. The reason this is relevant is that we’ll count the alternative unofficial results at the end as well, in which the show’s place will be determined by the number of points it got in the tournament overall.

3) Examples for captions you can use:

@mcuchallenge tournament - Round 3 The Falcon and the Winter Soldier vs. What If...?

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier or What If...? for @mcuchallenge

WHAT IF...? for @mcuchallenge

4) You’ll be able to keep up with the current score of the round in the desktop version of the blog in the “Current prompt” section.

5) Yes, if you are not a creator, you cannot vote for your favourite series, but you can support the creators that bring their works, so they’d wanna keep doing more on what you love 😉 That’s the point here - to motivate people to create. You can also reach out to the creators in your fandom. Know fanartist that likes to draw your favourite character? Let them know about the tournament, you might interest them in participating ;) Love a gifmaker? Maybe they take requests and would be happy to make a set for you 😋 We try, but there’s only so much we can do without your help ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ People’s support and enthusiasm means a lot.

And that brings us to the final part 😜

Tagging some blogs who have been creating for these shows - you can consider this an invitation 😉, and of course all the reblogs to spread the word about the tournament are very much appreciated 😘 We try our best to support the creators of this fandom, hope you’ll support this idea as well 😊 Our fandom slowed down a bit lately, and we hope this will be something fun for everyone 💕

@thewintersoldier @daniel-bruehl @enidsinclair @elennemigo @sersi @buckysbarnes @wednesdayadddms @clarkewayne @eddemunsn @pegsccarter @1038276637 @c-evans @unearthlydust @spaceslayer @buckypascal @bubbarnes @dailymarvelgifs @marveladdicts @buckybarnesource @dailyflicks @marvelouslizzie @marvellegends @blackwidowhub @mccnknights @rosettyller @alivedean @grogus-dad @magnusedom @charlie-hunnam @dailymarvelstudios @jonathanmmajors @thelostsmiles @5ummit @margaretacarter @im-sebastian-stan @samcky @ex0rin @barneswilsonrogers @dailybuckybarnes @mintyisdrawing @marvelgifs @femaledaily @hikacri @jamesbuckybarns @clintfbarton @lokihiddleston @harveydentsgf @hella-amberpricefield @hopelessbeliever @suledins @prettiestcaptain @theavengers @corrodedcoffins @buck-eddie @marveldaily @dailybruhl @buckley-robin @zoyanazyalensky @superdaily @marvelladiesdaily @taliizorah @chrrispine @xo-tough-love-xo @bruhlpng @uselessfuckingfuckers @tennant @skyenthusiast @captaincarterdaily @beif0ngs @whatelsecanwedonow @bruehl @avengerscompound @solidsmax

And again, a big thanks to @elennemigo for her help ❤

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Lonely In a Crowded Room [Part One]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Movie RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Reader, Red West, Billy Smith Marty Lacker, Original Female Characters, Memphis Mafia, Austin!Elvis

Word Count: 4979 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Have you ever felt alone in a room full of people?

Tags/ Warnings: Established Relationship, Marriage, Graceland, Living at Graceland, Kisses, Anxiety, Nudity, Memphis Mafia, Austin!Elvis, Elvis Movie, Horse-riding, Kissing, Fingering, Birthdays, Birthday Party, Romantic Getaways, Loneliness, Migraines, Football, Elvis Playing Football is so hot I cant, Presents, Reader Can be Priscilla if you want, Arguing, Fighting, Flashing,

Notes: im obsessed with graceland at the moment but the idea of so many people coming and going in my house is my idea of hell. So i thought I’d write about it lolol

this will be two parts maybe more depending on how carried away i get

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

My head was pounding. A pain seared through my brain in one spot as if I had been struck on the head by something. I was prone to migraines and though they only happened every once in a while when they hit they were something to behold. This one had grabbed hold of me whilst I was at a dress shop downtown shopping with my girlfriends. I had just clapped my eyes on a beautiful emerald satin dress, something I was desperate to try on for my upcoming birthday dinner this weekend, but I couldn’t. I was overcome with pain. Suddenly everything was too bright and too loud, and a wave of nausea hit me just a quick. The girls had noted my immediate displeasure and I offered them a quick apology as I decided to call it a day.

By the time I got to Graceland, I wanted nothing more than to climb into bed. Unfortunately, there was a crowd around the gate, as usual when Elvis was home, and as I slowed down as they gathered around my car. I knew they were probably disappointed it was just me which thankfully meant they let me move through the gates after a couple of ‘hellos’ and a few signatures

I parked up and hauled my bags out of the passenger seat before I headed up and through the front door. Thankfully, there was no one in the living room or dining room when I came in though I could hear the sounds of people outside or deeper in the large house. I trudged upstairs and into our bedroom, dumping my bags by the door as I shirked off my dress and tights. I was left in just my underwear but I couldn’t be bothered to change any further and so I clambered into bed, pulling the blankets over me. The room was dark as the curtains were still drawn though it was late in the afternoon. Sometimes Elvis’ being almost nocturnal did have its advantages.

I had just closed my eyes and the absence of light immediately working wonders when I felt a beam of fluorescents hit my face as I heard the sound of a door opening. As I opened my eyes I spotted Elvis coming out of the bathroom looking surprised to see me.

‘Hey doll,’ he said, ‘thought you were out shopping?’ ‘I was,’ I said as he perched himself on the bed beside my legs, ‘had to come back early. Headache.’ ‘Another migraine?’ he said with a frown. He reached out and pushed my hair off of my forehead, the metal of his rings cool against my forehead which helped. ‘Mmmhmm,’ I said my eyes fluttering closed at his touch. ‘Want me to get you anything?’ he said. ‘No,’ I said, ‘I’m just going to take a nap.’ ‘Okay honey,’ he said leaning down to kiss me on the forehead. I closed my eyes, willing the pain to go away, as he got up off the bed. I heard him move around the room and then I heard the clink of something beside me so I peeked and found him placing a glass of water on the nightstand. I smiled at him and he smiled back, stroking my cheek gently. Then he headed to the door and closed it gently whilst I settled down and willed sleep to come.

The next thing I knew I was being awoken by the sound of shouting from below. I stirred, warm and uncomfortable. The throb in my head had lessened a lot but it was still there in the background and as I checked the clock on my nightstand and found I had only been asleep half an hour. I tried to lie back down and ignore whatever was happening on the floor below but then there was a slam of the door and I couldn’t stop myself. I clambered out of bed and grabbed my robe off the back of my vanity chair, throwing it on and storming downstairs. Though as my foot hit the bottom step I was almost bowled over as Billy came running through the hall and out the open front door.

‘Come back here you son of a bitch,’ Red shouted, barrelling through seconds later. I could hear jeers from the boys outside and I padded through the hall I found them outside on the grass playing football. Elvis was bent double with laughter watching as Red took Billy down with a thud, the ball fumbling out of his hands and onto the grass. From where they were I couldn’t hear them speaking but I could tell they were having fun and I felt bad for disturbing their game. Elvis noticed me lingering by the door and came jogging over.

‘Everything alright honey?’ he said taking the steps in a couple of big leaps until he was standing in front of me. He was in jeans and a sweater and his forehead was sticky with sweat though there was an autumn chill in the air. ‘Yeah,’ I said quietly. ‘How’s your head?’ he said stroking my face tenderly. ‘A little better,’ I said. ‘Couldn’t sleep?’ he asked, concern swirling around his bright blue eyes. ‘Actually,’ I said biting my lip, ‘I got woken up.’ ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘well don’t worry about it. I’ll keep them out of the house from now and we’ll move further afield. You just get yourself back to bed baby.’ ‘Thanks,’ I said leaning into to give him a quick kiss. He smiled into it and then pulled back throwing me a wink before he turned and ran back towards the boys. I watched as he instructed them to move away from the house and then I trudged back upstairs. I slipped the robe off and clambered back into bed hoping that I could get relaxed enough that I could go back to sleep.

I could feel the weight of sleep creeping in. The pain behind my eyelids ebbing as slumber pulled me under. Then I was snapped back to reality as I heard the crash of glass nearby and yelling coming towards the house. I shot up and flew to the window spying out to see what the commotion was and I spotted several people crowded around a now broken downstairs window. With a sigh I sat down on the bed and fumbled through the top drawer of my nightstand looking for an aspirin. It looked as if sleep was not on the agenda.

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After my disturbed nap, my day was pretty much written off. Luckily, my headache waned but I stayed up in my bedroom rather miffed at the boys. I knew it wasn’t their fault. They couldn’t help that I had a headache but I had watched Elvis tell them to move away from the house and they had still managed to disturb me.

And it wasn’t that I minded having them around all the time. Having family so close and friends around all the time always meant that there was someone to talk to. Someone to have a laugh with. But it also meant that there was constant noise, people in and out at all hours of the day, and sometimes unfamiliar faces that you were just expected to accept.

Eventually, I fell asleep and when I awoke I found Elvis tucked in behind me, his arm slung over my waist as he breathed gently on the back of my neck. I smiled and nestled back into him. I was in and out of sleep for a couple more hours before I woke up completely and couldn’t lull myself back in. Elvis was now sleeping on his back with me cuddled into his side, but as I looked at the clock on the nightstand I found it was far too early to wake him. I watched him sleeping peacefully for a second. His lips were parted and his eyelids fluttered a little as I moved but he didn’t disturb as I slipped out of his grasp and donned my robe again.

I slipped out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. My stomach growled loudly as I stepped over the threshold and I suddenly realised that I hadn’t eaten since yesterday. Suddenly, all I could think of was food. And I knew what I wanted. I had specifically asked for our housekeeper, Mary, to pick some up when she went grocery shopping a couple of days ago. Frozen waffles.

She had looked at me gobsmacked when I had asked. After all, she was an elite cook and the idea that I would ask her to buy something which in her eyes was substandard rather than ask her to make me some was ridiculous to her but I didn’t care. Sometimes the only thing you wanted was something sweet and artificial. I ran to the freezer and yanked the door open with excitement. My eyes scanned down each shelf until I spotted the familiar cardboard packet sitting at the bottom. I pulled the box out and started to open it but as I did I noticed it felt remarkably light. Too light in fact. As I wrenched the flap open I found that the box was empty.

My hands frantically moved things around the freezer, checking each shelf for another box but there was none. Not only had someone eaten them before I had a chance but they’d had the cheek to throw the box back in the freezer when it was empty. My annoyance from yesterday returned and I slammed the freezer door closed.

‘Woah,’ Mary said as she came into the kitchen, ‘what’s the problem sugar?’ ‘Someone ate my waffles,’ I grumbled taking a seat on a stool as she moved into the kitchen and stood opposite me, resting her hands on the counter. ‘Well I can always whip you something up, probably be better than that trash anyway,’ she said with a small smile. I smiled back and nodded as I tried to push the disappointment off my face. Mary and I chatted for a bit before she placed a plate of waffles in front of me and told me she was going to do some laundry. I ate them and though they were exquisite my longing for cheap processed rubbish wasn’t quite satiated. I slid off the stool and washed my plate putting it back just as Jerry entered the kitchen.

‘Hey,’ he said. ‘Hey,’ I said with a small smile. ‘How’s the head this morning?’ he asked as he moved in beside me grabbing a glass from the cabinet so he could make a drink. ‘Better,’ I said. ‘Then how come you look like something’s pissed you off?’ he chuckled, looking at me with a smirk. ‘Someone ate my waffles,’ I said. ‘The frozen ones?’ he said. I nodded, ‘yeah I think the guys had them after football yesterday. Sorry, we didn’t know they were yours.’ ‘It’s fine,’ I lied, ‘except someone put the box back just to add to my misery.’ ‘Not guilty,’ he smirked as he took a sip of his glass of water. I rolled my eyes. That was another problem of living with so many people. Whenever something was amiss it was never the fault of whoever you asked.

Yet I didn’t want to argue with him so instead I mumbled my goodbyes and smiled at him and then headed out of the kitchen wandering back upstairs. I decided not to wake Elvis as it was still early for him and instead I headed to the spare en-suite and treated myself to a bath. I lay there for a while, allowing the annoyances of yesterday and this morning to wash away. I also decided to treat myself to a full spa-style treatment and shaved, exfoliated and preened every bit of me within an inch of its life. I spent longer than I anticipated in there and soon enough the water turned tepid and I was forced to get out. I wrapped myself up in a towel and crept to the bedroom door. Our bedroom didn’t have a bath in it so I was forced to use the spare room whenever I wanted one and then forced to make the dash from the spare room to my dressing room which sometimes proved difficult. I could hear voices somewhere in the house but they sounded far enough away that I decided to risk it and jogged to the office and into my dressing room. I stayed wrapped in my towel as I did my skincare routine and dried my hair. Once I was sorted and my makeup was on, I picked my outfit out and placed it on a chair in the office. I loved my dressing room but it wasn’t always big enough to get dressed.

Just as I pulled my towel off, the door swung open and Red burst in. He noticed me immediately, standing in front of him completely nude, and as I shrieked and wrapped my towel back around me he dropped his gaze.

‘Jeez, don’t you knock?!’ I snapped. ‘Sorry, I was just coming to get something,’ Red said with a smirk as his eyes travelled down my body. My crabbiness from this morning immediately returned beating down any embarrassment I was feeling about being seen naked. ‘Yeah well maybe next time you should check to see if anyone's inside before you come barging in,’ I snapped. ‘What in the office?’ he said sarcastically which amped me up even further. ‘You know my dressing room is attached Red,’ I said. ‘That ain’t my fault. Anyway maybe you should pick a better spot to strip off,’ he said. ‘So you’re going to tell me when and where I can go in my own house?’ I said my voice considerably higher in pitch.

Just as Red went to respond Elvis appeared at the door behind him looking confused. He was still in his pyjamas, the noise probably waking him. ‘What’s all this about?’ he said looking between us both. ‘Red came barging in on me-‘ ‘It was an accident I told her,’ Red said cutting me off, ‘your daddy asked for those papers. I said I’d seen them in the office so I just ran up to get them.’ ‘He could’ve knocked,’ I said my gaze pleading with Elvis who looked between us trying to assess who to upset as he picked a side. ‘Just grab the documents Red,’ he said coming into the room. Red came inside and fumbled around on the desk for a moment grabbing a couple of manila envelopes before he left. Elvis smiled at me though it turned down as he noted my pursed lips.

‘You’re taking his side?’ I scoffed. ‘It was a simple mistake baby,’ he said. ‘So you’re okay with him seeing me naked?’ I asked. His eyes darkened a little and I fought the urge to smile. I knew him so well I knew his jealousy would pique as soon as I mentioned me naked. His hands migrated out towards me pulling me into him by my hips and I could tell my lure hadn’t worked as he sighed and said, ‘he was just coming into the office. I’m sure there was nothing to it.’ ‘Maybe he should think before he storms into rooms in houses he doesn’t live in,’ I scoffed. ‘Baby don’t be like that. You know he wasn’t being no creep. And if we had somewhere else to put your dressing room we would,’ he whispered leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead. I allowed him to but my mood was back and I pouted my way through the embrace. He captured my chin with his index finger tilting it up so I would look at him. I got what he was saying but it was also true that Red should’ve respected this house a bit more. Or that we’d have plenty of space if Elvis didn’t let any Tom, Dick or Harry have a room here.

‘Now,’ he purred with a cheeky glint in his eye, ‘do I get to see what’s under the towel or was that peep show just for Red?’ ‘Oh you can see what’s under the towel,’ I said unknotting it once more. Elvis moved his hands to let it fall to the ground but as he reached for me again I moved out of his way, ‘and you can watch it get dressed because who knows how long it’ll be before we’re interrupted again.’

I grabbed my underwear and yanked them on before donning the dress I’d picked for the day. Elvis watched me intently his eyes roving over my frame as I covered it up. Once I was dressed I went to my dressing table so I could put a different set of earrings in. As I did Elvis came up behind me and embraced me from behind. I could feel him through my dress and his silk pyjamas, all worked up with nowhere to go.

‘We’ll look at that,’ he said as I straightened up leaning back into him, ‘that’s what? Near five minutes of peace and we wasted it.’ ‘You think you could get it done in five minutes,’ I chuckled leaning into him more as he kissed my neck chuckling at my comment. ‘I bet I could,’ he said. ‘Well-‘ I started but as I did I heard his name called from behind the office door. ‘What?’ he shouted a little too close to my ear which made me wince. There was muffled shouting that couldn’t be distinguished and with a sigh, he pulled away from me and headed to the door to open it. ‘What?’ he said gruffly and I peeped to the door to see Marty hanging out in the hall.

‘Sorry to bother you, boss,’ Marty said glancing at me before he lowered his voice indicating this was something I wasn’t part of. I busied myself sorting my jewellery back into its box. I’d already made a farce of myself in front of one of the boys today. I didn’t need anyone else seeing me in a bad mood. Eventually, I heard Elvis say, ‘baby?’ ‘Mmm?’ I asked turning to look at him as he came towards me. ‘I’ve got some things to sort out but I’ll be back soon okay?’ ‘Okay,’ I said trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. I was right. Less than ten minutes together before he was pulled away once more. Elvis leaned in and kissed me tenderly, before whispering, ‘maybe you can give me another viewing of the lil show you put together later?’ ‘Maybe,’ I smirked. He kissed me once more and then he was headed out of the office already wittering away to Marty.

Looks like I had the day to myself.

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Elvis was gone for most of the day though I supposed it was for the best as I was still a little irked about the morning's events. I busied myself with little things that needed to be sorted for my birthday dinner and then I decided to spend the afternoon out horse riding, away from the confines of the house. It was late when I got back and Elvis was home, in the den with some of the boys. He smiled as I entered and beckoned me to him pulling me onto his lap when I got close.

‘Hey,’ he mumbled kissing me on the end of my nose. The boys carried on chattering around us unfazed by our PDA. ‘Hey,’ I said sweeping his hair off his face. ‘Missed you,’ he said with a small smile, ‘Mary said you went out riding?’ ‘Yeah, I’ve not been out in a while. I figured I’d take Lady out before it starts getting too cold,’ I shrugged. He nodded. ‘You know if you’d have waited I’d have come with you,’ he said, ‘you know I don’t like you out there all on your own.’ ‘I’m fine,’ I said. He always worried about me when we were out riding even though I’d become the better rider over the years as he rarely had time to go out as he wanted. ‘I know, I know,’ he chuckled lowering his voice a little as he said, ‘it would’ve given us a chance to catch up on this morning though.’ ‘Is that so?’ I giggled. He smirked back at me as his hand caressed my thigh. ‘You say that as if that barn hasn’t already seen its fair share of-’ ‘Supper’s on,’ Mary said cutting Elvis off mid-sentence. She was standing in the doorway beckoning everyone to head into the dining room. The boys leapt up and headed to follow her but I didn’t. I looked at him with a small smile and slid off his lap to stand. I reached my hand out and pulled him up and we walked to the dining room hand in hand.

After dinner, Elvis told me he was going to spend some time rehearsing with Charlie and so I was left to my own devices. I headed upstairs and got into bed where I watched some TV until I dozed off. When I woke it was nearly 1 am and no matter which way I tried I couldn’t get back to sleep. The bed beside me was cold and empty. After a few attempts, I decided it was fruitless and climbed out of bed. I headed downstairs and found it deserted as expected but I wandered from room to room until I found him. Sitting at the piano in the music room, tinkling the keys gently.

He turned his head a little at the sound of me coming into the room but he didn’t turn around completely. Even with so many people in and out of the house, we could always tell when the other was nearby. I walked up behind him and bent down so I was holding him from behind, my head on his shoulder.

‘Hi,’ he mumbled straining to look at me before his gaze fell back on the keys. ‘Hi,’ I replied kissing him on the cheek. ‘How come you’re up?’ ‘Couldn’t sleep,’ I said, ‘I miss you.’ ‘Yeah?’ he said with a small smile. ‘Yeah,’ I yawned. ‘I know what you mean. I feel like we’ve barely seen each other today,’ he said. As I nodded he chuckled, ‘but we can always make up for that.’

He moved to stand up grabbing me by the hand so I came to stand in front of him. He watched me for a moment with adoring eyes before he stroked my cheek tenderly and pulled me to him leaning in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to. As he kissed me deeper I moaned a little not realising how starved of his touch I had felt today. He smirked at the noise that came for me as his hands caressed my skin under my nightdress. He pushed me backwards and I fell onto the piano, the keys groaning underneath me as my weight hit them. Yet his interest in the piano was gone now though. He was pawing at me, pulling my nightie down so I was exposed to him as he kissed down my neck and chest.

‘Elvis,’ I groaned as my head flopped back enjoying the sensation of his mouth on my warm skin. My fingers combed through his soft hair knotting in it every time he hit a sensitive spot. I could feel him, rigid against my thigh, as he moved his hips trying to get some friction against him. My fingers moved from his hair and started undoing his shirt buttons as quickly as I could. Once he noticed what I was doing he changed tact. His fingers traced down my front until he was fiddling with the waistband of my panties.

‘Did you really miss me baby?’ he cooed in my ear as his fingers breached my underwear and started to tease between my slick folds. ‘All day,’ I panted as I pushed my hips up against his touch. ‘Look at you all ready for me,’ he said. ‘Please,’ I begged as his thumb swiped across my clit. Elvis smirked and then looked down towards his trousers hinting for me to start. I pulled him towards me by his belt working to undo it as I did so. Elvis’ hand teased me slowly and languidly as I tried to get him exposed. Then just as I had unzipped him there was a noise from behind him.

‘I couldn’t find any pickles but-’ Charlie said as he came into the living room. He stopped as he looked up catching us red-handed. Elvis pulled away, standing in front of me as I covered up quickly.

‘Sorry, I didn’t know y’all were...’ ‘It’s okay man,’ Elvis said. My cheeks were beet red and though my clothes were on properly now I still felt exposed in just my nightdress. Charlie placed the plates on the coffee table as Elvis looked at me with an apologetic smile but my irritation was back and a whole lot worse than before.

‘You knew he was here?’ I asked folding my arms across my chest. ‘Well yeah,’ he said, ‘but-’ ‘What are you playing a new game or something? Let's see how many people can see me naked in one day?’ I spat. ‘What?’ Charlie said as his eyebrows shot towards his hairline. ‘Of course not!’ Elvis said throwing his hands on his hips as he looked at me angrily. ‘So you just forgot he was coming back?’ I said. ‘Funnily enough, my mind was elsewhere,’ Elvis implored. ‘I should go,’ Charlie said. ‘No you shouldn’t,’ Elvis said looking at him and then at me. His jaw tightened as he did. ‘Yeah I wouldn’t want to interrupt,’ I said storming past him. I stopped as I reached the doorway and turned looking at them both, ‘enjoy your sandwich.’

I bolted upstairs and slammed the bedroom door behind me resting on it for a moment before I went and sat down on the bed. My chest heaved as I tried to my jumbled feelings in some sort of order. I was embarrassed no doubt but I was also embarrassed that I had gone off on Elvis when I hadn’t meant to.

I heard movement downstairs and then the door was opening and Elvis was stepping through it a thunderous expression on his face. The door clunked closed behind him and he folded his arms across his chest watching me for a moment before he said, ‘you wanna tell me what the hell that was about?’ ‘You wanna tell me why you seem intent to let all your friends see me naked today?’ I retaliated. ‘That’s not what happened and you know it,’ he said, ‘besides there’s something else going on here I know it.’ ‘Aren’t you perceptive,’ I scoffed. ‘You’re not helping,’ he said. ‘Never said I was trying to,’ I said. ‘Are you going to tell me or are you just going to keep moaning like a child?’ ‘You wanna know?’ ‘Yeah!’ he shouted. ‘Fine!’ I shouted, ‘I hate living in this stupid house.’

Elvis’ eyes went wide and clamped my mouth shut as soon as the words flew out of it. I went to him and put my hands on his chest. The buttons of his shirt were fastened though a lot lower than before after he had had to redress.

‘I didn’t mean that,’ I said quietly. He looked at me sadly and nodded. I sighed and moved back to the bed, him close behind as we took a seat. ‘It’s just,’ I sighed, ‘doesn’t it bother you?’ ‘What?’ he asked watching me as I dropped my gaze to my legs as I fiddled with the chiffon of my night dress. ‘That there’s always someone just….there,’ I said looking back up into his piercing blue eyes. He watched me curiously as if urging me to continue, ‘like I can’t just enjoy living in my own space. Someone’s always gotta barge in or interrupt because they need me or you. There’s always someone making noise. Sometimes, well, these past couple of days in particular it just feels like we never get a minute alone…y’know?’

He nodded as his hand touched my knee gently as I continued, ‘I guess I just get a little self-conscious. Like I’m being watched or something. I mean what if I wanna dance around in my underwear?’ ‘Hey I ain’t stopping ya,’ he chuckled. ‘I bet,’ I giggled and then with a sigh I said, ‘I guess I’m just a lil fed up.’ ‘I get that,’ he said, ‘I guess I just like that everyone feels happy here. I mean growin’ up it was just me and my folks. All the other kids had someone around. Big families with dozens of kids…I guess I want that sorta vibe here.’ ‘And I grew up with all my siblings crammed in one room,’ I chuckled, ‘I guess that explains why I wanna be on my own.’ ‘Even without me?’ he said raising his eyebrows. I giggled and leaned in so we were mere inches apart, ‘never…but I’d just love one night alone y’know? No people. No worrying about anything. Just us.’ ‘Well,’ he said capturing my chin between his thumb and forefinger, ‘it’s just us now…’ ‘That’s true,’ I mused as he leaned in and kissed me. It was chaste and quick and when he pulled back he was beaming a smile. I bit my lip for a second and then said, ‘but until we’re truly alone we’re gonna have to be quiet.’

#my writing #elvis #elvis presley #Elvis Presley Fic #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley smut #elvis x reader #Austin!Elvis #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis smut #austin!elvis fanfic #elvis presely smut #lonely in a crowded room #female reader #graceland

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dominic-sessa · 25 days

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life update!!!!

hi hello friends good morning good afternoon good evening its that time of the month again! this isnt really a big life update like the last time bcs i just thought id list down a bunch of things ive had on my mind.

first of all, im very happy to announce that i was able to watch 16 movies last march !! exciting!! i know ive said the last time that i quit the bingewatching thing but HONESTLY im in a work from home setup and the only way to keep me inspired is by watching a movie ... i am yet to find other ways to stay inspired so watching movies will just do for now... ALSO im gonna try to update my newsletter for the first time this year and itll probably be about the movies that i saw this march that i liked ! im now comfortable with turning the newsletter to be more about movies bcs nothing major has been happening in my life lol . so pls stay tuned for that newsletter post if ur interested!

another thing is ive decided to make this blog more personal! for the past year ive made this blog to be more about movies and gifs and stuff, and as much as i love getting the notes and reading ppl's tags, im going to try and make this blog work for me this time :) hope it doesnt get annoying or something... im also in the process of fixing my about pages and tags and all. ive used tumblr since 2012 so im still struggling with the setup. LIKE yes i want to maximize the fact that you can edit html pages and its cute and lets me be creative but at the same time, im on my phone majority of the time . and i dont like being on my laptop after work because ive literally just been using a laptop the whole day. for work. im rly shy to post some stuff about me (bcs i havent done it before fr insert the tom hanks dialogue from joe vs the volcano abt doing some soul searching and coming to the conclusion that hes just boring so he stops doing it) so if u see me doing it as an attempt to fix the personal pages on my blog, im sorry! AAAND as for the gifs thing, im thinking of changing my film diary tag, one thing i really enjoy is taking note of dialogues i love from a movie so i might just do screenshots. i really miss making gifs even though most of the gifs i end up with are LQ , but it just really isnt feasible now . (also some movies are just so tempting to gif LIKEEE valley girl and everytime we say goodbye 😭😭 it physically hurts me that i cant gif josh whitehouse and tom hanks in those movies....)

ALSO im really very very happy that ive gained new followers recently. i enjoy chatting with you guys and get so happy whenever i get the notif that someone sent me an ask/message!! ive been idle on stan twt/fandoms in general so its been a really long time since ive actually... talked to people... it makes me really happy talking to u and im sorry if my happiness doesnt show in my replies/posts. as i said, its been a while since ive done this and i usually go on here as soon as im off work (when my brain is semi-fried and the words are not wording anymore) . i hope i dont come across as bored/uninterested :(

and it isnt just about fandoms too, im genuinely insterested what u guys are up to lately and all... (in a non stalker way). it just feels nice to have friends in general ^__^

SO YEA, i think thats about it :) if u've read this all until here ilysm! thanks for ur interest and lmk how ur day was! or just send me something u want to talk about !

have a nice day :)

#maybe i should start a formal tag for posts like this too heheh #*

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forlorn-crows · 2 months

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hello, hi, I am here humbly on my knees in your ask box, bowing to you, as I have just read your bittersweet aeon/mountain fic and i-- just a mere grey-faced anon-- need to let you know that it was beautiful, perfect, deliciously angsty, and I am at your mercy as I anxiously await any possibility of more.

the way you write aeon is refreshing, wonderful, such a unique change from how he is usually portrayed within the fandom... and mountain!! his guilt, shame, vulnerability.... delicious. thank you for this food! thank you for the rains upon my fields and the sun upon my face!

I will languish night and day, wondering how their relationship will grow...how much the wall between them will crack before it breaks... any crumbs I will take, and will remain loyally on watch, should you ever grace us with more of this particular fic

thank you. thank you!

thank you so much anon, truly. you and others have been so abundantly kind to me lately in the comments and tags, and it doesnt go unnoticed. i really really appreciate them <3

im so happy you like my characterization of aeon. hes a ghoul i struggle with a lot as far as pinning down his personality (i still dont know if i believe he's a full quint either lol). i def see him a bit differently than others, so im glad it comes through.

he and mountain i think would have that strain in the beginning like dew and aeon, but in a different way. theres lots of other scenarios i could see where they begin to work things out between them, but i think sometimes mountain deserves to be selfish, to think about his own needs for once when making decisions, even if it means going to someone hes on rocky ground with. but i like digging into those strained relationships, seeing where i can get some clarity out of them, some catharsis for the both of them.

i might write them more one day, we'll see! gotta be in the right mood for the more angsty stuff lol. thank you so much for stopping by my inbox and giving me such a wonderful compliment xx

#ask #anon #thank youuu

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vineofroses · 4 months

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hi there! i’m reporting for nice ass(k) week!

i see you have shameless in your bio! i never really delved into the fandom of shameless but i loved that show so much! not really a question more of a statement.

what’s your favorite fandom/ships to write about?

another statement, im glad you are delving into reneé rapp. i adore her.

what are your favorite movies and favorite books you’ve read (in 2023, or all time)?

what is your coffee order? i love hearing other’s coffee orders!

hello!!!! thanks for these asks :)

1. Shameless : omg yes I love Shameless. If there's one thing to know about me and Shameless it is that I am a staunch Ian defender. The fandom is ... Complicated, I would say. Especially with gallavich. I'm not super deep into the fandom, but these are just some of my observations from the outside / writing some meta about the show. But I am always up for chatting about Shameless.

2. Definitely Carlos and TK. I'm delving into Red, White, and Royal Blue for Alex and Henry, but I'm also very excited about June/Nora in rwrb too. I am also a big Shadowhunters fan and Alec is one of my favorite characters. I've written one fic for that show but I want to write more -- Alec's headspace is so fascinating to me lol.

3. Ughhh I love Renee. I'm very early in my discovery of her but I'm loving this journey so far. Seeing Mean Girls the Musical on Tuesday, barring any heavy snow. Fingers crossed.

4. Movies and Books: Mad Max: Fury Road is my number one movie. Have a longer explanation for why in this post, but always up for chats about that movie! Then Pride and Prejudice 2005 is a big favorite too. As for books, Ive been horrible about reading for awhile. I used to read all the damn time. I want to get back into it, desperately. I'm reading Killers of the Flower Moon right now, and also going to start The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. It's been so long since I was an advis reader that all my favorites from like high school I'm not even sure would be my favorites now. Those were things like Gregor the Overlander, the Uglies series, Hunger games, the Gone series etc. current ones are like, Red, White, Royal Blue, some Alexis Hall books etc. but nothing lately that has really, really grabbed me.

5. Coffee order: I feel like I'm boring, but usually I order a mocha at a coffee shop. At home, I just use French vanilla creamer. However, I did just recently start using a French Press instead of a coffee maker and I love it! Could tell an immediate difference in my coffee.

#nice ask week

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arrowntic · 2 years

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safe & sound

corazon x reader

hello, this is my piece for @onepiece-reader-exchange for @gonuclear 🤗 hope you enjoy, im sorry this is so late ;-;

fandom: one piece

relationship: corazon/reader (she/her pronouns used for reader)

tags: canon typical violence, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending

You hugged your knees to your chest and waited. The dungeon was cold, unbearably so and it didn’t fit the general temperatures of the country you were in at all. The guards had told you that you were much better off in the cold than outside during the heatwave Dressrosa was experiencing but you had a hard time believing that. After all, with barely a t-shirt and shorts you were constantly shivering.

The only solace were the times when the door opened and the light from the torches lighting up the corridor sneaked in but it was often short lived. It only happened whenever the toy guards entered to bring your food, but other than that you lived in total darkness between cold and hard walls.

Every once in a while he came in. The first thing you noticed about him was how much he loved to speak. He adored the sound of his own voice but it seemed like he enjoyed tormenting you even more. You didn’t know much time you spent imprisoned but it seemed to be weeks, if not months and every time he came in you lost more and more of your hope.

He spoke the most about Rosinante. He tried to tell you that he forgot about you and that he won’t be looking for you and that you should join his side now while he still has the patience to deal with you.

You never talk back to him.

You know his tricks, Rosinante has told you of them often and you were prepared but Doflamingo hated that you ignored him. When you didn’t reply he would clench his teeth hard and you could tell his patience was running thin.

Rosinante please hurry…

You thought quietly one night. You never lost your faith in him, you knew he would come for you. You just hoped it would not be too late whenever he shows up.

You were a trained marine and you were ready for any sort of situation, you felt ashamed for even ending up here in the first place but now that you did you’ll have to bear it until Rosinante showed up. You knew best how thorough marine procedures were and Rosinante had to get the green light from the higher ups before coming to save you. Last thing you wanted was to become a burden like this but now that it happened you had no choice but to wait and fix everything when the right moment came.

~~~

Rosinante sat on the ship railing. He was way too tall to actually perch on it though, and it was more like an awkward lean. However, it was the furthest thing from his mind as his fingers fiddled idly with a cigarette. For once, the nicotine was not enough to calm his nerves and he felt more guilty than he'd like to admit about how much he has been smoking in the past couple weeks.

He tried his best to quit, he really did but in a time like this it felt impossible.

"You're going to fall into the sea."

A gruff voice spoke from behind him and Rosinante only gave a nod of acknowledgement.

"As if it's the first time…"

Rosinante's voice lacked the usual humour in it and Law seemed to catch on.

He sighed and walked up to him. The pirate leaned his weapon on the railing next to Rosinante and crossed his arms over his chest.

"She's okay, you know?"

Without replying immediately, Rosinante pursed his lips and looked to the side.

"I know he didn't do anything to put her life in danger, he wouldn't have leverage over me if he did, but that doesn't mean she's okay." He paused. "You know how cruel he can be."

Rosinante sensed Law tensing up behind him. For a moment it was quiet as if the pirate was thinking deeply about the correct thing to say.

Fighting off a smile, Rosinante shook his head fondly. He knew Law had a hard time with stuff like this and he appreciated how much he tried to cheer him up.

"We can go over the plan again if you'd like."

Rosinante let out a soundless laugh, already feeling better now that his problem child was by his side. "Going over the plan" was something that would make Law feel better and not him but he appreciated it nonetheless.

"Sure, let's go over the plan."

It was a pretty complex plan and Rosinante was proud of Law for figuring everything out down to the last detail. He was even more grateful for being able to be a part of it.

It was not exactly marine protocol (when Akainu is going to find out, Rosinante will get his head melted off) but its so minutious and well thought out that Akainu will have to overlook the insubordination once Doflamingo is behind bars.

Although Rosinante still has to figure out how to explain allying himself with not one but two pirates belonging to the Worst Generation.

He will cross that bridge when he gets to it but now the important part was getting (Y/N) out.

Doflamingo is still not supposed to know he would show up so he's been laying low for a while but if everything goes well Rosinante would save (Y/N) by this time tomorrow.

His part of the plan was simple. Once Law fulfilled the exchange, he would find (Y/N) and break her out. The Straw Hats will finish up the rest while Rosinante calls for back-up. If everything went well, Doflamingo will be in marine custody by sundown.

Of course, a plan going well was a rare occurrence and he didn't expect for things to not go wrong, but as long as (Y/N) would safely return in his arms where she belonged he would call the mission a success.

With a racing mind he gestured Law towards the men's cabin on the Thousand Sunny. They both needed sleep if they wanted to pull it off. As unachievable a goal as that might be.

~~~

You heard the ruckus outside, but you weren’t sure what it meant. On one hand your gut feeling told you it was Rosinante who had come for you but everyone outside your cell whispered about Straw Hat Luffy who decided to take on Doflamingo in order to challenge Kaido.

You didn't understand why these youngsters wanted glory that badly but it may definitely turn out in your favour if you could find the right moment to break out.

Despite your sore limbs from unuse, you stood and made your way towards the small window in the corner of your cell. It was way too high up to easily reach but you have steadily prepared for this moment by dutifully learning every single day the right spots to clutch onto in order to climb up to the window.

The wall was definitely made so it couldn't be climbed but after trying again and again for weeks, you managed to do it. However, because of the steepness you could only linger for a few moments before you inevitably fell.

When you reached the top, you had to squint until your eyes got used to the light but even then you could not see much. You hoped you could hear some useful information.

Just as a group of Doflamingo's henchmen passed by you heard the leader's voice.

"Hurry up! Trafalgar Law is fighting the young master, we need to back him up."

"Right!"

Trafalgar Law… If he was here then Rosinante had to be as well. You knew all about their father-son relationship even if Rosinante kept it as a closely guarded secret. You knew how much they cared for each other. It would make sense for them to come fight their common enemy together.

You breathed a sigh of relief and jumped down from the window. As long as Rosinante was in this country you would have hope. You could stay in the cell for weeks again if it meant you would see him at the end.

~~~

Rosinante's lungs were burning from running and it was one of the only times he regretted his cigarettes. Law was right, as he usually tended to be, but Rosinante wouldn't listen to him and now he had to pay the price.

Nevertheless, he ignored the pain and pushed through. He was so close, just a few more turns in the twisted corridors and he would make it.

"Where is she… Come on…"

He kept running until he found himself at a crossroads. The underground tunnels were cold and dimly lit and making his way through them was a very difficult task. He should have grabbed a random guard for help but in his hurry, he forgot.

He cursed his scattered brain before a soft whistle made him stop in his tracks. It was a leisure tune and Rosinante pressed himself up against the wall to wait and see if the responsible person was going to show up.

Soon enough, a man dressed in Doflamingo's uniform stepped out from one of the tunnels as if it was a walk in the park rather than the dungeon where his master's prisoners were being kept.

Without hesitation, Rosinante lunged at him, grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall.

"Where is (Y/N)?"

The man looked startled and he raised his arms in surrender.

"Who? What are you talking about?"

Rosinante slammed him against the wall.

"Don't play dumb with me. The marine that is imprisoned here. You know exactly who I'm talking about."

His voice had a threatening edge to it but the soldier wasn't moved. He just grinned.

Tightening his hold on him, Rosinante spoke. "Listen, I'm sure you know who I am. I bet you know I'm a marine as well and I bet you know your master's reign will end today. While your brothers are going to be arrested, I'm going to offer you a pardon. How does that sound?"

The man's expression changed and he looked as if he was contemplating the situation. In the end, he nodded and Rosinante let go of him.

"Fine. You better not tell anyone about this." He paused as if he was awaiting Rosinante's response and he nodded. "Go right here, then right again and at the second turn go left. It's the first door."

Without missing a beat, Rosinante grabbed the man's head and hit it against the wall. The soldier fell to the ground, unconscious. Rosinante rummaged through his clothes until he found the keys to the cells.

"I give you my thanks."

He had no intention of following through with his promise. Rosinante may not be as wicked as his brother but he had no problem being cunning when the situation called for it.

He began running again, only one thought on his mind. He was finally going to see her again.

In no time he reached the door and he saw the number 78 written in big letters. He tried to find the corresponding key but his hands were shaking so hard it was difficult. Eventually, after way too long he found it and fitted it in the lock.

"Rosi, is that you?"

A familiar voice spoke from behind the door and for the first time in weeks his heart settled and he felt relief wash all over him. She was alive. That's all that matters.

She was waiting for him. She knew he would come for her and he let her wait this long… No. Now is not the time.

Rosinante shook away the unwanted thoughts and finally managed to turn the key in the lock and pushed open the door.

On the other side stood (Y/N), teary eyed and looking so painfully tired. Rosinante clenched his teeth in anger at the sight but all of it melted away the moment she jumped into his arms.

"You're here…"

"I'm here now."

She sobbed into his shoulder and somehow he knew this was the first time she cried since she got here. All the weeks of fear and solitude built up and for the first time in so long she felt relief. The same as him.

"I'm sorry for taking so long," Rosinante whispered as he tightened his hold on her.

"You're here now," was the last thing she said before her eyes closed and she fell limp against him.

Rosinante sighed and patted her head softly, before getting to his feet and making his way out while carrying her in his arms.

~~~

When you woke up, it was silent. Way more silent than you were used to anyway.

There were no footsteps of the guards walking outside, and no hustle and bustle of the streets above and no constant dripping of the ceiling that almost drove you insane.

The only thing you could hear was the breathing and soft snoring of several people in the room with you. It almost reminded you of bootcamp and it was comforting if not for the…

If not for the loud snores right next to your ear. You gasped and jumped into a sitting position. You were so drowsy you didn't realise that you had no idea where you were.

You look to your left to see Straw Hat Luffy covered in bandages and sleeping in the same bed as you without a care in the world.

You looked around the room to see about half of the other Straw Hat Pirates, all sleeping and Trafalgar Law.

"Shh…"

Your gaze fell to the table where Rosinante was sitting with a smile and a finger above his lips. You relaxed considerably and let out a breath of relief.

"Come with me," he said and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

He stood up from the chair and motioned for you to follow. You carefully got up from the bed, trying not to wake the dangerous pirates around you and exited through the door.

You inhaled sharply at the sight in front of you. Stretching for what seemed to be like miles were thousands of sunflowers and somewhere in the distance the country of Dressrosa lay in ruin.

The morning sun was warm on your skin and the breeze was calming. You closed your eyes to enjoy the sensation. It was something you took for granted before you were imprisoned, but never again.

A warm arm wrapped around you and you opened your eyes to see Rosinante smiling at you.

You leaned into him and the two of you began walking between sunflowers.

"Thank you…" you whispered low enough for the wind to carry it away.

"No need to thank me." His voice was deep but so familiar it almost made you tear up again. "I'm here for you."

He stopped and turned towards you. "I'm sorry for not coming sooner."

You shook your head. You remembered him saying the same thing before you passed out and you decided to give the same response.

"You're here now." You smiled at him and it took you a second but you soon realised it was your first genuine smile in weeks. "That's all that matters."

Rosinante nodded. "I won't ever leave your side again."

"You better not." You laughed softly before an idea occurred to you. "Why don't we go on a vacation together? We've known each other since our training days but we never went on a holiday, did we? I say we deserve it."

"Hmm," he put a finger to his chin as if he was thinking deeply about it. "That's a great idea!"

You smiled and grabbed his hand. You began leading him through the sunflower field and he happily followed.

What was even more comforting about the situation was knowing that no matter what came between you two, in the end you and Rosinante would find each other again and you would be together like nothing changed.

In that moment, with the sun on your skin and the breeze blowing softly around you, for the first time in a long, long time you finally felt safe and sound with Rosinante by your side.

thank you for reading!!! i hope u enjoyed it and again, im sorry this was so late.

#one piece #corazon x reader #fic exchange #donquixote rosinante #one piece x reader

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theartisticintrovert · 1 year

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here's how innocent nikoto truthers can still win

[stumbles in two years late looking like the pepe silva meme] Hello Milgram Fandom. I Am Exceedingly Normal. let me tell you about my Innocent Nikoto theory bc i am going Insane.

first off, so i dont have to type "innocent mikoto" and "violent mikoto" thirty thousand times, im gonna call Main Mikoto (the one who has no clue whats going on) "Mikoto", and Other Mikoto (the short-tempered one that attacked es) "Nikoto". it's the same concept as calling him "Mikotwo", i just think im funny. also i'm running with the assumption that Mikoto has DID, since that's basically been confirmed at this point.

OKAY here we go!

So, I actually first came up with this theory when I listened to Mikoto's trial 1 audio drama, before I actually heard either the MV or the trial 1 verdict. Please keep that in mind, but we're gonna come back to it later.

Basically, the idea is that it was Mikoto, not Nikoto, who committed the murder. It's been established that everyone who's in Milgram has been chosen because they committed a "murder" (for a given definition of murder). Therefore, Mikoto is here because he killed someone, just like everyone else in Milgram.

At this point (Mikoto Trial 1 VD "John Doe"), there's been a few things established on how the whole "Prisoner" system works:

Prisoners of Milgram cannot attack the warden.

If a prisoner attempts to attack the warden, their attack hits an invisible wall and stops midair (shown by Futa in "Braze You!", and again later by Kotoko in "John Doe"). If the prisoner attempts to restrain the warden, their arms will stop halfway and they'll no longer want to (shown by Kazui in "Gouging in the Night").

The warden can attack the prisoner with no repercussions. (This one is less important, but I figured I'd mention it anyway).

Basically, if you're considered a prisoner by whatever standard Milgram uses, congratulations you can't attack, restrain, or otherwise hinder Es. With that in mind, how did Nikoto manage to beat the shit out of Es before getting stopped by Kotoko?

Easy. He's not considered a prisoner of Milgram. If he's not considered a prisoner of Milgram, he's not a murderer. Ergo, it's Mikoto who's the murderer.

"But Tyler!" I hear you shouting. "Nikoto is like super violent! He beat the crap out of Es nearly entirely unprovoked! He definitely could've killed someone!"

Yeah but like. First off, someone is perfectly capable of being violent without being murderous. Case in point, me, hello. Not to mention, DID is usually formed as a protection response against severe childhood trauma. Now, I'm no psychologist, so take everything I say with a large grain of salt, but "murder" isn't usually the best way to protect someone.

Anyway, the other part of this that made this theory start forming was the thought that Mikoto is absolutely putting on a front, you know? Yeah he's like nice, polite, kinda ditzy, but also people are 1) perfectly capable of putting on a front, and 2) he pretty much admitted it himself. To quote Mikoto in the beginning of "John Doe":

"I've been holding on to that thought this whole time, and that was also the reason I tried to get along with the others y'know -- because that'll look better on a TV show, right?!"

He's already basically admitted to putting on a front to make himself look good/appear more palatable to others. (Relatable, masking king, etc.) This in mind, the real question is...what is he hiding? A temper, perhaps?

I actually was discussing this theory with my friend, and they suggested that Mikoto could have developed Nikoto in response to the murder, to continue with his belief that he's a regular guy who did nothing wrong. Basically, the timeline would then go:

Mikoto kills someone -> Panics -> Develops Nikoto and shoves the memories of the murder onto him -> Forgets about the murder -> Goes to Milgram

Luna (my friend) also mentioned that in his interview questions, Mikoto mentions that he "used to be a night owl, but recently started going to bed early". In the MV, the parts that take place during Nikoto's sections of the song all appear to take place at night, implying that Nikoto is actually new. Which raises the question: how the hell did Mikoto make it to 23 without realizing he has DID?

The answer? He didn't, obviously. However, it's perfectly plausible that any other alters he might've had have since gone dormant (due to therapy, distance, etc), and he assumed he was fine now. Then, when the murder happened, his brain hit the panic button and split again, resulting in Nikoto.

This gets even more plausible if Mikoto is the kind of person where, when he gets super pissed, his brain sort of...."whites out" and he loses memory of what he did until he calms down a bit, comes back to his senses, and realizes "Oh Fuck".

This could be what led to the split, especially if he rationalized it as "It wasn't me, it couldn't have been me! If it was me, I'd remember! It had to be someone else!"

Cue the creation of Someone Else. If Nikoto were to be formed in this way, it stands to reason that his purpose (and his trigger) is to protect Mikoto from the idea that he (Mikoto) could've killed someone....which would explain why he came out when Es mentioned the possibility that Mikoto could've forgotten he murdered someone.

Another thing that I didn't actually come up with myself but rather read in the comments of the video is that in the song, the verses (the parts at night) are in a 4/4 time signature, while the chorus (in the broken living room) is in a 3/4 time signature. Keeping this in mind, it's fairly apparent that the 4/4 parts are supposed to be from the POV of Nikoto, while the 3/4 parts are the POV of Mikoto. I don't know enough about music to say much on why this is the case, but it does at least make it fairly easy to tell who's supposed to be "speaking" (ie the lyrics). The comment also mentioned that after the second verse, the song switches to 3/4 and stays there, indicating the rest of the song is about Mikoto, not Nikoto. This, paired with the ending line of "Please tell me it's a mistake, that it's a lie, that I'm right. I'll forgive you if you tell me now" (followed by him punching the viewer in the face), just strengthens my belief of Mikoto knowing Damn Well what he did, if only subconsciously.

So basically the idea is that Nikoto is, despite being violent and short-tempered, completely innocent of the murder. It was Mikoto who actually committed the murder, shoving the memories and blame onto Nikoto after the fact.

Now that that's out of the way, let's move on to the adjustments I had to make after listening to the Trial 1 verdict summary.

Jackalope mentioned that Mikoto is, somehow, immune to Milgram's control. Therefore, the Trial 1 punishment of "rejection" and increased physical restraints don't apply to him, and he's a rogue element. The reason he gave was that since Milgram couldn't account for the soul of Nikoto (+ any other alters Mikoto might have rolling around up there), they can't actually impose the control onto Mikoto.

Now, I don't actually trust Jackalope any further than he could throw me, so I kept chewing on this. Because honestly, the whole "violent alter is actually a murderer" thing is 1) a way overused trope, and 2) are we really doing this in 2022? It's such a cliche that it completely negates the point of this being a mystery, so it feels.....cheap, somehow. After thinking about it for a while, I came up with an alteration.

To recap my thoughts on Mikoto vs Nikoto (since this turned into an essay):

Mikoto: Prisoner of Milgram. The "real" murderer. "Innocent" mask, tries to appear as a nice and nonthreatening person. Susceptible to Milgram's control and all the trials/tribulations that come with being voted guilty.

Nikoto: Here bc he shares a body with Mikoto. Violent, short temper, easily annoyed. A lot ruder/more informal than Mikoto (uses 'zo' endings rather than 'yo', etc). Didn't kill anybody. Possibly formed in response to Mikoto killing somebody. Immune to Milgram's control, immune to the "prisoners cannot attack wardens" rule (both by virtue of him not being a prisoner).

So here's the change: Milgram did manage to impose the Trial 1 punishment on Mikoto.....but not for very long. See, at the end of "John Doe", Mikoto was fronting again (after waking up from being knocked tf out by Kotoko). Sometime between "John Doe" and the Trial 2 commencement notice, the punishments were imposed and Kotoko went around kicking the shit out of the guilty prisoners.

In Mikoto's case, the control held only until Nikoto started fronting again, at which point it slipped. The restraints weakened, allowing Nikoto to break the straps (or at least the ones on his hands) and get rid of the restraints. We know Nikoto started fronting again at some point because when Kotoko attacked, Jackalope said that she and Nikoto ended in a draw. Mikoto, especially now that he refuses to believe he's capable of hurting anybody, has the attack power of a Squishmallow. Nikoto, on the other hand......yeah. Especially since his whole purpose is to protect Mikoto.

As for the mental aspects of the punishment (ie the hallucinations, nightmares, and anxiety caused by the rejection of their thoughts and reasoning), I think it only works if the prisoner knows that someone died due to their actions. I'm basing this on Futa's second voice drama "Baptism in Fire", and his description of what he's felt after being voted guilty.

Basically, he said that it feels like there's countless eyes on him, digging into all his mistakes and sins and bringing up everything he's ever done and lambasting him over it. With that in mind, I think the way it works is that it takes not only what Es decided (and thus their thoughts/the fan discussion) in general, but amps it up to eleven and amplifies the opinions of everyone who voted the person guilty. BUT since Mikoto literally isn't even aware someone died because of him (beyond just. Y'know. What Es told him), it doesn't work because he's able to brush it off as just lies.

I also read (I think on the wiki?) that Mikoto is suffering from headaches, which could be a result of Milgram attempting to impose the rejection punishment on him when he's in control, but since being confronted with the idea of him being a murderer is what triggers Nikoto, it's not actually working.

Anyway I'm an Innocent Nikoto truther, partly for the reasons outlined above and partly because if I were the one in charge of where their characters are going, that's what I'd do lmao. Thanks for reading my massive essay, please feel free to ask me about my brainworms.

#ty talks #milgram project #mikoto kayano #kayano mikoto #mikoto milgram #milgram theory #theory #long post #<- just in case the readmore breaks #milgram spoilers #innocent nikoto theory

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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hello hello happy end of the month!

this month as many of you I went back to my Jensen Ackles phase and may I say it has been both wonderful and a blessing, literally more than 2 decades being obsessed with one man :P so this contains marvel, the boys, star wars, and triple frontier fics

as per usual Most of these fics and these blogs are 18+ so please be aware, and read the warnings for each fic, remember to choose to read a fic that is based on your liking, you are responsible for your own media consumption. All fics are x reader! If any of the links don't work please let me know and I will fix em asap!

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~My symbols for fics are as follows:

🍋 smut 🌺 fluff 🌩️ angst 🫂 hurt/comfort 🔱 dark

★○★○★○★ One Shots:

Ride The Lightening 🍋 (Thor) by @wint3r-h3art

She Waits In The Dark 🍋 (Valkyrie) by @erinlindsayy

Attachment 🌺🫂 (Jane Foster) by @gremlinimagines

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Queen 🌩️ (Natasha Romanoff) by @imaginearyparties

Nudey Tuesday 🌺 (Steve Rogers) by @demonpoxballad

Indifference 🔱🍋 (Sam Wilson) by @samwilsonsbabymama

Siempre 🍋🌺 🌩️ (Joaquin Torres) by @moonlight-prose

Quid Pro Quo 🔱🌩️ (tasm!Peter Parker) by @get-your-fics

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My Neck Is Open Wide, Begging For A Fist Around It 🌺🍋 (Matt Murdock) by @shedaresthedevil

Say It Again 🌩️ (Billy Russo) by @e-dubbc11

Winner's Streak 🍋 (Frank Castle, Matt Murdock) by @saintmurd0ck

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Sunday Worship 🍋 (priest!Bucky Barnes) by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Dirty Sweet 🔱🍋 (vamp!Bucky Barnes) by @nocturne-pisces

Private Eyes 🔱🌺🌩️ (Bucky Barnes) by @jobean12-blog

Always His 🔱🍋 (ex!Bucky Barnes) by @silver-pieces

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Rescue Mission 🔱 🍋 (Soldier Boy) by @musingsinmoonlight

Fuck It, I Love You 🍋🌩️ 🌺 (Frankie Morales) by @burnthoneymint

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Asterism 🌩️ (Cassian Andor) by @im-poe-dameron

[River Deep] Mountain High 🌺🍋🌩️ (M'Baku) by @late-to-the-party-81

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Please show your support to these amazing creators by following them and interacting with them and their stories! Interaction has been so hellishly low lately that is really killing the motivation of people. Together we can all make sure things will get better because we do love our fandom content, don't we? DON'T WE???? And remember reblogs and comments are important for these and any other artist! :D

#selenes monthly fic recs #fic rec #fanfic #fanfiction #recommendations #marvel x reader #queue <3

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hi hello! i’m trying to get into wrestling, thanks in part to your excellent fics, & im not sure where to start—do you have any advice? should i just watch the next match & catch context where i can?? i’ve seen the hookhausen primer, but beyond that i don’t know much of the Lore…what do you think?

Thank you again for your patience while I was out of town and couldn't answer this! I'm now ready to settle down and show my whole ass and admit I don't really have any good advice, but what I'm about to talk about will be specific to All Elite Wrestling (AEW), which is trying (and succeeding imo) to be WWE's younger, more hip sibling.

I'm gonna stick this under a cut because this is a stupidly long reply to your question. And I'm also gonna refer to a generic "you" as I'm hoping this will help other people who are thinking about hopping onboard.

The first trick to enjoying wrestling is by following your pussy (or pussy equivalent). The second trick to enjoying wrestling is finding one or two people to scream at. I don't speak for everyone (obviously), but I've randomly messaged so many people in fandom and they've all been happy to yell about our favorite clowns at the circus.

(For anyone reading this, my messages are always open, or you can find me on discord @ blacktofade#2949. Just know that I have every notification turned off and I will see things when I see things lmfao)

For me, getting into wrestling (again, specifically AEW) went: reading fic on AO3 -> watching some content of one specific wrestler on YouTube -> watching what I could of the AEW weekly schedule -> finding more wrestlers I liked and reading more fic on AO3 -> rinse and repeat.

There's too much lore (and often content) to feasibly digest it all as a new fan, so don't sweat it. Just have fun watching what you have time for and figure out who you enjoy most. Just remember that you're allowed to like anyone for whatever reason. We're all just here for a good time.

Also, most of the lore is hand-wavy at best. Most match promos are basically one person going "you did my man dirty by looking to the east on a wednesday at 5pm, therefore I have no choice but to fight you" and the other person says "yeah okay let's settle this in Ohio in a week like adults". Just go with it. Sometimes even with context, shit just doesn't make sense. Your job is to sit there going "yeah! kick their ass!" and to love every camp minute of it.

The great thing is that a lot of matches are on YouTube. Just search "[wrestler name] match" and you'll most likely find 10 years of content waiting for you. Pick at random. Don't try to go chronologically, or you'll drive yourself insane. See a thumbnail that interests you? Click it.

If you're lucky, you'll pick a wrestler who vlogs a lot (looking at you, Mr. Danhausen) and you'll be introduced to other wrestlers by association.

My favorite thing is watching two people wrestle on one of the AEW shows, and then looking them up later and finding out they had a major feud between 2010 and 2014 on three different continents and I'm very late to the party. This is part of the fun. Their history plays as big (or as little) a role as you want it to. You make the rules for your wrestling adventure. Anyone who says differently is a huge fucking nerd and you can tell them I'll meet them in the parking lot after school.

Now, for actual helpful info on how to literally watch wrestling:

When/Where to Watch?

Wrestling nights are every night Mon, Tues, Wed, and Fri with the following schedule:

Mon – Dark Elevation on YouTube @ 7pm EST (midnight UTC) Tues – Elevation on YouTube @ 7pm EST (midnight UTC) Wed – Dynamite on TBS @ 8pm EST (1am UTC) Fri – Rampage on TNT @ 10pm EST (3am UTC)

The Mon and Tues shows are the easiest to watch since they're on YouTube and you can watch them whenever you want after they air. They usually save the meatier matches for Wed and Fri and there are plenty of ways to watch those while sailing the seven seas ��‍☠ and I definitely won't share info about these if you message me...

It took me the longest time to figure this out, but they film the YouTube matches on the same days as Dynamite/Rampage (which are live shows). For example, an episode of Dark might be filmed on Friday, but won't air until the following Tues. Which is why you might see the same outfits or people in the crowds, and also why you might see spoilers on socials from people who were there in-person for Dynamite/Rampage.

Live shows have a post show for people there in-person, too. It's typically along the lines of "let's bring out this wrestler and you can clap and they will tell you they love you". Sometimes, it's a lil extra kayfabe beef between wrestlers. And sometimes, very kind people record these and put them online for us to gobble down. Would definitely recommend searching YouTube or Twitter on weekends after shows.

Throughout the year, they also have Pay Per View (PPV) events, which are additional-cost shows typically on weekends and they're like 5 hour of pure nonstop wrestling for $50. They're a blast. Highly recommend if the brainrot is eating you alive.

Independent Wrestling?

I have dabbled only slightly outside of AEW, but for $10/month, you can get a subscription to IWTV (Independent Wrestling TV, not to be confused with Anne Rice's masterpiece lmfao), which has an insane amount of matches, an excellent search engine, and a video player that isn't pure trash.

This is a particularly fun investment once you've started to get to know the general AEW roster, because familiar faces pop up EVERYWHERE.

Finding Matches?

One of the hardest things is trying to figure out where to begin with finding matches for a specific wrestler or team.

CAGEMATCH is the single most important wrestling resource on the internet. Hands down.

You can search for any wrestler and it will compile a neat little list of every single match they've ever participated in. It will also tell you who won, how long the match was, where/when the match took place, and usually where you can (pay) to watch it. This can be extremely helpful for 1) writing fic and 2) finding lore between wrestling characters.

WTF is Kayfabe?

This also took me way too long to figure out, but kayfabe is the act of pretending what happens in the ring is real (real fights, real beef, real characters, etc). They're not doing fancy stunt work, they're actually kicking the shit out of each other. Most interviews are kayfabe compliant as they sit there and go "yes, on wednesday I will be murdering my enemy live on stage". It's very fun.

The "not kayfabe compliant" tag on AO3 is typically used when the fic uses shoot names (aka real names). For example, Donovan vs. Danhausen, Jim vs. Orange Cassidy, etc.

Fandom Etiquette?

Wrestlers are often easy to interact with, whether it's here, or Twitter, or Twitch. Don't. Don't even look in their direction if you're posting about ship-related content. Don't send them links. Don't @ them. If you want to keep your space safe, block them and stop them from seeing your content.

On AO3 you can lock your fic to give an extra layer of protection (and sometimes some cunt will send an ask to a wrestler here on tumblr telling them specifically how to get around it lmfao). Do what makes you feel comfy. I leave mine open because if anyone finds it, that's between them and god. I also haven't felt shame since the 90s.

ANYWAY. TL;DR: there are many ways to get into wrestling, but I hope you have fun on your wrestling adventure because that's the important thing.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to reach out.

PS: For anyone who wants the Hookhausen Primer, you can find it HERE.

#I need to start an official tally of the victims I've lured into wrestling #it's at least four or five people now #xmentsch #answer #wrestling primer #of sorts #i really am just a noob tho so anyone is free to correct me on things #i'm not tagging this as aew tho because I don't want real fans to see #this is for me and the girls (gender neutral) only

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turbulentscrawl · 4 months

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Hello there! I hope you’re doing well! I love your writing your are literally sustaining the entire idv fandom rn skcbsnsnd. I would like to request a match-up!

My name is Nico and I am a 21 year old female (she/her maybe they if i’m feeling spunky) bisexy (bisexual). ehmmmm. Idk what to say already LOL. uh I believe i am infp and 4w5 I am a scorpio rising and sun and capricorn moon. I personally think that my duality is silly, weird, kinda naive tbh, cute, chill, friendly, maybe a bit talkative? but im also very introspective, melancholic, wise, quiet, perceptive, thoughtful. i can be quiet insecure/self-deprecating/self-critical, i have a hard time being vulnurable and usually help others without allowing myself to be helped. i’m stubborn in that way and like to be independent and tough even though i crave being cared for lol. i am very passionate and empathetic and i have very strong intuition although i tend to ignore it in favor of “logic” and my attempts to feel in control. i am ambitious and always come up with grand ideas in my head and hyperfixate on them and ultimately become disappointed when i can’t bring it to fruition because it’s too ambitious. however that has also made me resourceful because i will find work arounds to make my ideas possible, even if it’s not how i originally planned.

i am a sort of solitary creature, and i know how to be my own best friend and to enjoy my own company, not having grown up with lots of friends. i didn’t used to go out much and i used to think i was very quiet and unsociable but after going out a bit more i have discovered that i can actually be a bit of a social butterfly, and it comes more naturally than i previously thought, although it makes sense considering i could talk to anyone and was a great leader/public speaker as a child. (and then anxiety/depression hit and i retreated into a shell as a teen.)

I used to say my favourite colour was green because I really like it, but then I thought it was grey because that is the colour i perceive myself as. but lately i have began thinking it might be red as that is what i have always been drawn to, regardless of what i think. idk why but it felt important to mention that.

anywhoo. my hobbies are playing any and all video games, watching horror movies, playing board games/card games, doing puzzles/puzzle books (crosswords, sudoku, word search), playing piano, singing. i love antiques and i love buying them because they are practical and beautiful and often much sturdier and long lasting than more modern things (they just ain’t built to last anymore) and i believe that they have so much character and soul and it’s tragic that there is a lost art in craftsmanship of furniture and clothing and like. shoes! and pens and clocks and everything! so i like to give those old beauties a new home where i can actually USE them as well as admire them.

i also love singing i have been told im good at singing but honestly i think im only mediocre. i sing in choir and i would honestly love to be an opera singer haha even though that might seem silly. i would love to be in a band too and i genuinely have been attempting to pursue that. oh i also study biochemistry in university i am suffering but it is interesting and i have always had an innate curiosity about things. i was a very dark but bright and curious child. i was fascinated by death and other things as a kid, but i never found it morbid it was just interesting to me.

i love science and random fun facts but i also love tarot and astrology (even though i barely know anything about it) and i am interested occultism and metaphysics and would love to know more about it because i don’t believe science and “magic” kind of stuff is mutually exclusive.

i feel like i am writing too much but you said write a lot so 😭 i enjoy talking abt myself as im sure most people do but i always feel bad for it lol. uhmm i do like writing and i used to do it a lot but ive been struggling with it lately. i also love lots of different types of “aesthetics” i suppose, such as dark academia/victoria /gothic/antique but also cottage core/witchy/nature/kinda hippy forest lady but also grunge/punk/garage rock/seattle in the 90s but also 70s and 80s style but also 2000s but i also sometimes enjoy modern fashion. idk im a real mixed bag but i love it i mean there are just so many things to love in the world. i am a very sleepy gal too i mean some people wake up early to be a hater but i wake up early so i can have time to go back to sleep.

i cant really think of much else. it’s hard to perceive yourself ya know, but hopefully there is enough information there for you and i sincerely apologise if it is too much!! thank you very much for your consideration and i hope you truly have a wonderful day. sending you good vibes full of love mwuah <333333 :3

oh i also really love sharks and foxes and bears and bats and squids. and cats. and silly little shrimps and trilobytes. and pterodactyls. OK WNOUGH-

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Yes I love lots and lots of info 👀

I ship you with Fiona Gilman!

-From how you write and what you’ve described, I’m getting a sense that you strive for a strong identity, but both struggle with and respect the complexity of trying to achieve that. Due to the nature of her worship, Fiona finds it attractive when people accept the intricacies of life. Things are rarely easy to pin down, life is fluid, people included, and she thinks it takes great wisdom to understand that.

-She shares your curiosity for life and the universe, and since your expertise seem to be so different, teaching one another is a great excuse to spend time together. ;) Unfortunately, there are some things in relation to the occult and her worship that she simply cannot share. It’s for your safety, as much as she trusts your ability to comprehend things that would break others…better safe than sorry.

-Fiona is an ambivert. She’s good with socializing, but she also likes equal time to have quiet time. Since you’re still getting the feel for these things, she’s fine letting you take the lead on going out or staying in. If you need space away from her? That’s fine too, there’s plenty of things she can busy herself with in the meantime.

-She’s both persuasive and a little sneaky, and will take steps to assist you in getting better at accepting help. If she has to, and if your workload is too big, she will go behind your back to help with a few things. Nothing major, partially because she feels bad and partially because she hopes you won’t notice, but she can’t just do nothing when she feels like you’re sinking.

-She’s not much of a nap-taker, but as long as she’s not busy with something she does like to offer you her lap as a pillow.

Runner Up: Grace

#idv matchup #turbulentscrawl

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