#hope to GOD I did that readmore right

[medium-rare-bimbo]

Through though Thoughts

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MINORS DNI

Warnings: dark characters, noncon/dubcon,

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♡ Scummy manager eddie !!! Who fucks you in the supply closet letting everyone hear you!! He bends you over the grill/fryer not caring about the danger he'll give you a pay rise if you let him cum inside

♡ Vampire eddie tricks you into becoming a vampire by letting you fred from him "c'mon I feed from you all the time it's only right for you to do it from me, maybe I'll understand why you complain so much be as rough as you want" he doesnt understand why you complain because his pants are now ruined

♡Eddie fucking the angel of heavens gates to get a free pass in

♡ Demon eddie fucking angel reader 

♡ Did someone say heather au?? JD!eddie x veronica! Reader 👁👁 kurt + ram! Billy and steve 👁👁

♡ priest! hopper fucking his favourite nun after she was almost seduced by eddie/steve/billy

♡ barista! Reader asking what milk theyd like in their coffee only to get the response of "yours"

♡ line cook! Eddie who has a favourite server (you<3) he always makes you food when you're hungry and isnt scared to go out and insult customers who make you cry

♡ hopper + dmitri/enzo fucking guard! Reader to escape ???!?!?!?!!

♡ porn director! Murray pairing his favourite actress (you<3) with the fan favourite hopper, hopper always messes up on purpose just so he can get round after round out of you

♡ Robin is horrible at sexting she can only Express her desires speaking whether that be on the phone or to your face she tries her best but jesus christ "humps humps humps dirty talk hump hump inserts strap thrust thrust spank spank thrust thrust degradation dirty talk thrust cums cuddles"

♡ nancy finds the cutest lingerie for you both to wear she makes you so flustered when she complements you, your legs spread infront of a mirror with your back against her chest. Pretty girls doing pretty things

♡ I know I did a cryptid girlfriend for eddie but I feel like everyone deserves a creepy girlfriend!!

♡ cryptid! Girlfriend who finds steve in the woods looking for dustin as hes supposedly ran off again (he didnt he was in his room the entire time) only to stumble across the creepy little weirdo whose bathing in the river water. He ushers you out and wraps is jacket around you (you have no Idea why) and is panicking into the black square thing that makes noise. Obviously none of the kids can take you in so he has no other choice but to take you back to his. Hes desperately asking you questions trying to find someone to call and hoping it's not an upside down situation however you seem to care more about his fluffy hair than anything else

♡ crytpid! Girlfriend who shows up in Nancy's room, who scares the life out of her, who refuses to leave her alone despite the items she throws at her (she pockets it them and keeps them)!! You're so creepy and nancy hates it!! You also dont understand boundaries as your practically under her skin 24/7 if you could fit in her pocket you would

♡ cryptid! Girlfriend who Robin finds you on night shift at the video store wandering in the back alleyway of the store doing god knows what. At first robin thinks you're lost and tries to ask you questions only to get completely ignored and naturally follows you around to try and figure out where you came from. You run off at some point but come back the next night bringing gifts, and the next night, and the next until you've successfully courted your human wife

♡ argyle who finds you after almsot running you over, he was trying to deliver pizza until you ran into the road he immediately gets out and tries to talk to you but once again you ignore him. He feels bad about almost killing you so gives you a pizza completely forgetting about the customer. He somehow befriends you and often dees you hanging out by the side of the road and his window

♡ johnathan captures you on camera and thinks you're a ghost, he goes back to where the photo was taken to try and replicate it to see if it was true only for you to sneak up behind him because you like the flash from the weird thing in his hands. You follow him home despite his protests and now he keeps you in his room because how in the world would he begin to explain why a girl with weird pupils is in the house???

♡ cryptid! Girlfriend who breaks into hoppers cabin and refuses to leave. He kicks you out even threatening to shoot you but you always come back, sometimes baring gifts and pretty little rocks. He feeds you from his porch sometimes watching you eat whatever he gifts you. He dozes off one afternoon and wakes up to you huddled up next to him, he feels bad and now let's you stay with him but hes not happy about it (that's a lie)

♡ cryptid! Reader who befriended the kids long before billy was around whenever hes mean to them she scares him straight. It's the same routine and last for only about a week until billy is conditioned to not bully children, he thinks hes going insane until he goes to pick up max only to find the girl that's been harassing him for months playing their dumb game. They just stare at eachother until billy ushers max to the car and quizzes her on who the hell you are. Hes creeped out by you but would 100% hit that

♡ I love my dentist so heres some self indulges on my part, dentist! Hopper who makes you suck on his fingers which then evolves into you sucking his cock!!!!

♡ teasing eddie with a fleshlight and cockring, you've been going at it for hours and hes whispering and begging for relief but you're having so much fun

♡ karen wheeler and joyce byers having a night together with pregnant! Reader they say it's to congratulate you and give you one last night of "freedom" before you give birth but they're playing such mean games!! They're practicing toys on you, making you cum so many times

♡ chrissy practices kissing with you but you get such a kick out of it, you hate jason wholeheartedly and love the fact that you get to kiss his girlfriend

♡ speaking of jason 👁👁 imagine being the only thing jason and eddie can be civil over, they just put all the hate towards eachother into fucking you

♡ party girl! Reader getting punished by hopper after she tells him "I fuck harder than I party" she was trying to seduce him into letting her go but hopper doesnt like brats

♡ vecna using his freaky tentacles on you!! Its absolute torture and he mocks you through it all

♡ you, eden, nancy, robin and chrissy having a sleepover together where you all discuss how much guys suck and how they're all the same!!! Idk gangbang me

♡ feel like eddie would look like pete Davidson with a buzz cut

♡ Eddie, steve and billy sorting out their differences by fucking me dumb <3

♡ I dont care what anyone says I could treat mrs wheeler better, I'll be her good baby. Make her cum in my mouth

♡ feral and primal 001 breeding me <3

♡ getting arrested and fucking jim hopper to be let go

♡ personally I think argyle would have a thick juicy cock

♡ if I had the opportunity I would carry Steve's children, all 6 of them. Firm believer of breeding-balls-Steve

♡hopper dressing you up in bunny ears and making you bounce on his cock for easter, he making you collect those vibrating eggs and seeing how many you can fit inside you

♡ tattoo artist/piercer! Eddie x tattoo/piercing-virgin reader

-your friends always come in bringing you as a plus one, always dressing up in nice clothes to hopefully get his attention

-none of it works as he always flirts with you no matter how done up your friends are

- eddie teases you about never having a tattoo or piercing before and says he'll pop your cherry

- after he secretly adds his number to your phone and starts suggesting piercings, you finally walk in for an appointment without your friend hes so surprised when you choose the nipple piercing

- you're shaking like a leaf when he does it and he asks if you have anything to calm you down with, you say you have a stress ball in your bag when eddie finds something better hidden in a small pocket.

- a bullet vibtator, you're so embarrassed but when he slides it inside you quickly find pleasure in the needle sliding through your flesh

-here he has you laying down on the table, nipples puffy and sore from the piercing, pounding into you cunny as if his life depended on it

♡ sex pollen all the time every time I love it so much, horny fuzzy brain yummy yummy yummy

♡ being fucked in the locker room before cheer practice I dont care by who I just want cock

♡ steve, eddie, billy, Nancy, Robin gangbang me pls

♡ 001 getting getting turned on by blood <3<3<3<3<3 any blood? Paper cut? In his mouth, nose bleed? Wiping it with his finger then boom in his mouth, period sex? Absolutely!!! Blood and cock perfect combination for him

♡ eddie x succubus reader !!!!!!!!! Soulmates <3<3

♡ eddie getting dressed up for DnD only to cancel in favour of fucking eachother dumb

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #Steve harrington x reader #Robin Buckley x reader #Nancy wheeler x reader #chrissy Cunningham x reader #murray bauman x reader #enzo x reader #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #joyce byers x reader #jonathan byers x reader #argyle x reader #001 x reader #henry creel x reader

[jeredu]

Time for some FFXIV x Tales of the Abyss

Honestly, just go scroll through my media tab on twitter because there are so many.... SO many doodles and lore bits at this point.

Anyway Cato Nocivus. All-knowing bringer-of-harm. Jade wakes up sometime after the end of the world in an unfamiliar child's body, in an unfamiliar land.

Coerthas, before the calamity.

Rather, a child wakes up one day with a lot of memories he didn't have before. Most of them belong to a man named "Jade," and some of them belong to a younger man named "Ascella."

Jade wins out, Jade has several decades more life experience than the rest of them combined. He chooses a new name, leaning into his half-Garlean heritage with bitter irony. He can't use magic. Or, he can't use magic yet. Thankfully, this child has befriended an outcast dragonet. The two of them eventually leave Coerthas in search of answers (and Cato begins to micro dose on dragon blood in an attempt to circumvent this particular aetheric handicap).

He has yet to find a single other person who remembers a place called "Auldrant."

(Things happen, plots unfold, he ends up back in Coerthas and finds a frozen hellscape. The eastern highlands are gone. He finds a body in a dark alley and picks up a sword nearly as long as his spear. He pulls Haurchefant away from danger, but not quickly enough to save his arm.)

He ends a war.

He travels to another world.

He takes in FAR too much light for his soul to contain.

(more art and spoilers for endwalker beneath the readmore)

Cato: I suppose it is appropriate… I chose this name with eyes fixed upon the past, and so created a self fulfilling prophecy.

Y'shtola [thoughtful]: Nocivus. Injurious.

Urianger [firm, scoffing]: Thou bringst 'harm' as the root breaketh barren earth.

He joins with yet another fragment of himself.

He learns the truth about Lorelei)

He sees the end of the world again, through the lens of the past. A different end, swifter and violent, barely averted.

He is thrust out of his body. He leaps into the lifestream to wrest it back, and in so doing meets its keeper again. Hades. Hades chooses to escort him, lest the final hope for this world die with him.

He is tasked with slaying the most ancient god. He fears that doing so will bring destruction, but letting it live certainly WILL.

He travels to the past. He confronts a truth he has held within himself.

He is not the right person for saving this world.

But he is the one who is here.

(did Azem know? Did Themis? )

#tales of the abyss #jade curtiss #ffxiv #haurchefant greystone #fray #ardbert #azem #lorelei #elidibus #au: shards #cato nocivus #jeredu art #there is so much art for this AU #But it's mostly on twitter #final fantasy xiv

[enam3l]

I just want to see how Eddie would react to reader using the safe word and how he would feel

eep thank you for being my first request and my first smut attempt! i hope it's okay and you like it, i kinda got carried away

2k words / SMUT! / tw: idk like a teeny daddy kink and panic attacks

Eddie hated being called a freak, it had followed him for years. Maybe it wasn't said to him anymore since he'd left high school but he couldn't shake the memory. It was a tagline that belittled and dismissed his passions and interests. A punishment for being anything other than an all American cookie cutter athlete like Jason fucking Carver or a Tom Cruise-esque heartthrob like Steve, who now was one of Eddie's best friends but still... Eddie couldn't help but think Steve's hair was fair more ridiculous than his own long curls.

Being called a freak sucked... until you said it. At the beginning of your relationship as you began to intimately discover each other's deepest desires, after hearing Eddie whimper the word 'Mommy' as you straddled him, you put your soft lips to his ear and whispered the words 'Oh you really are a freak aren't you Eddie Munson?'

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For the first time his heart did not sink at the words. This time his dick twitched. Because this time being a freak was okay. Because now you were a freak too. Now long into your relationship and more in tune with each other's bodies than you were your own there wasn't much the two of you hadn't tried.

The day had dragged on, spending your day being belittled and cross examined by men without your skill set but a salary nearly double yours. Everyday you were grateful to find a job doing something you loved but you couldn't deny that you were exhausted of being in a male dominated environment. You always struggled to feel comfortable around men until you met Eddie, he was the exception. His soft and beautiful heart disguised under his hard grunge exterior. Sometimes you joked he was the human personification of a dark chocolate with a caramel centre. He pretended to hate that comment despite your sweet words making him feel gooey inside, further proving your point. But your colleagues weren't like Eddie. They wore tailored suits to cover their icy cores which no matter how hard you worked, you could never chip away at.

After hearing a prolonged period of shuffling and jangling from beyond the front door, Eddie finally opened it. He had expected to find your there, what he hadn't expected was you looking up at him, small, tired and wide eyed. Your bag abandoned on the floor, it's contents turned inside out in an attempt to find your keys. At his beautiful face, warm and kind, your bottom lip began to tremble.

Gasping at his forlorn love, he was quick to gather you in his big arms

'Baby! Baby, my baby girl, what is wrong?!'

You snuffled your face into his neck, hands clawing at his sides to bring him closer even though it wasn't physically possible. You needed his scent to overtake you.

'Just really really glad t'be home, with you Eds'

He knew there was more, he always did but it was better not to press right now. Between delicate kisses to your temple and calming strokes along your spine he whispered

'Yeah baby, it's okay, you're home now. We're home. Come on, let me take you in.’

He guided your legs around his waist and carried you over the threshold, using one foot to shuffle along your abandoned belongings. It took you a little while into your relationship for you to admit you loved letting him baby you, having previously never let yourself become so vulnerable under the touch of a man. And my god was Eddie thrilled, upon meeting you, a primal urge to protect and worship you filled him. It was something he never felt with anyone before.

Eddie carried you through your home and once you were in the bedroom he gently placed you on the bed. Immediately your hands reached out to desperately grab for him again.

'Are we being my needy baby girl tonight? That's okay love, whatever you want'

He knew the score and was already halfway climbing onto the bed, always unable to resist your sad eyes especially. His head barely hit the pillow before you're buried back into his side and pathetically pawing at his t-shirt

'What do you need baby, I can't help if you don't say?'

Your fingers had breached his clothes and were now working up his stomach.

'You' you finally admit, your voice muffled from your face being pressed into him.

'Me?'

'Yeah Ed, need you to be inside me.'

Eddie chuckles at your need for intimacy but simultaneously he can't believe how much you love him, he never will.

'Anything for you,' he admits as he raises up to undress himself and then carefully do the same to you, freeing your body of your work clothes.

The second the last item of clothing is shed you latch onto him, desperate to feel your bodies together. Your mouth sucks at his neck as your hands roam his biceps and the little trail of hair from his navel to groin.

Eddie groans, blissed out by your need for him. He roles over, slotting between your thighs which you instinctually spread. He rests propped up on his arms so he can look at your face. He sees the need in your slightly teary eyes and is encouraged by your hands on his ass pulling him towards you.

He guides his thick cock through your folds, coating himself in your sweet wetness. It's hard for him not to melt at the way you whimper and eagerly nod him on to enter you. Finally he slowly slides in. His dick gently stretching you and filling the emptiness you'd felt all day. Seeing the bliss spread over your features and the way your expression instantly softened feeling him inside you, Eddie coos

'Oh my sweet girl. This is what you needed, huh? Needed daddy to look after you. S'okay you know there's no where I'd rather be.'

And it's true, you'd both often wished your bodies could merge as one. Constantly desiring a level of closeness not physically possible.

He peppers your face in gentle kisses as he begins to move. Each worry from the day squashed by each thrust of his hips. It's slow and intimate and everything you need. Your lips find each other, frantic to taste the other. As your kisses grow more desperate, Eddie's thrusts speed up in time. The only noise in the apartment is your wetness each time your bodies join. The way he fills you is both comforting and overwhelming and your kisses are broken up as moans escape your lips. Allowing yourself to be totally overtaken by the sensation of him pushing deep inside you.

Eddie can never believe the effect he's able to have on you, especially in such intimate and passionate sex. You make him feel loved and desired in a way he didn't know was possible.

His hand moves to your neck, wanting to angle your head so he just watch your beautiful face react to each pump as you both grow closer.

And even though his grasp around your neck is gentle, he's barely applying pressure, for the first time his hands around your throat did not feel comforting. He is barely restricting your oxygen but it still feels too tight and doesn't fill you with a giddy sensation like usual. The closing in of your vision to just your boyfriends face didn't feel beautiful either. For the first time it all felt suffocating, as if the walls were closing in and every gap was stuffed with cotton wool, not a corner to wiggle to.

Sex with Eddie was always fun, intimate and beautiful and yes sometimes a little weird but suddenly it was terrifying. Before your brain could even compute just what the problem was, your throat rasped out a word you'd never uttered before 'Melon!' Your safe word. You decided upon it after both agreeing it was the worst flavour for anything.

Eddie froze then quickly shot up and practically ran over to the other side of the room. Terrified at the thought he had been scaring or hurting you. But what terrified him more was he truly had no idea what was wrong, this hadn't been one of your more experimental moments. It was raw and passionate and love filled.

His face fell as he saw you recoil into yourself and your face which seconds ago had been the image of content was now crumpling. Tears trickling down your face as you looked up at him. Eddie couldn't help but well up at the sight of your distress. You both stared at each other, distraught and confused.

Slowly he walked back over to the bed, careful not to scare you. Fuck, the thought of you, of all people being scared of him was truly his worst nightmare.

'Sweetheart... I'm so so sorry. Are you okay? Can you talk?'

You blink a few tears away and nod. Your hand reaches back out to him as you shuffle on the bed, indicating for Eddie to get back in. He felt his racing heart gradually slow down knowing you still wanted him near.

Pulling up the quilt and getting under, he nudges you to do the same.

He stutters 'Can... can I touch you?'

Your heart breaks hearing how nervous he is, you feel awful for saying it, worse for still not being able to conjure the words as to why. Reaching out to hold him, you both settle into each other's arms.

'I'm sorry I scared you Eddie, I don't know what happened I just -' a sigh escapes your mouth as you try to process.

His little kisses across the crown of your head help calm you and you feel the pieces of your emotions fit together. Sitting up and taking his hands in yours, you look at him. With a sniffle you finally admit 'Work... it's been horrible Eds. I'm so tired of them. I'm so tired of feeling like the smallest person in the room. These men standing over me, talking down to me...'

He listens so intently, absorbing every word you say, his thumbs brushing back and forth over your fingers.

'It's just when you put your hand on my neck... god you weren't even choking me but it's like my brain decided it to freak out. And suddenly everything was too much? I felt like I was spiralling, like I couldn't breathe or escape. It was scary. I've never felt like that before. Like everything came crashing down at once.'

Eddie nods, he knows exactly what you mean and he's so glad you're not hurt and he's so glad you're not scared of him. 'Oh my baby. I think you had a panic attack? I've seen Will have them before. It's like your brain was already overwhelmed and on edge and there's just one thing that can tip you over and your body just reacts.'

You let out what feels like your first real breath in several minutes now you know what it was. A small smile starts to form as you think how lucky you are to have a boyfriend as empathetic as him. 'Oh... that makes sense. I guess just everything has built up inside me and that's how it decided to release.'

Eddie's hand reaches up to your cheek, his thumb stroking you softly, 'But promise me, baby, promise you'll say if I was hurting you? Are you sure it was okay, I definitely wasn't choking you?’

Pulling yourself into his lap, you take his hand and link your pinkies together, 'I promise you my pretty boy. I'd tell you and truly, you weren't hurting me. It was just this once, I swear, I won't break if you touch me.'

You both stay wrapped up in each other's arms under the quilt as the sky outside grows darker. No pressure to speak or move. Both of you feeling at home with the other. Knowing there's not one place in the world you feel more comfortable in than within each other's embrace.

#enam3l x eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson headcanons #Eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x afab reader

[sunnnfish]

Due to the mental anguish I am rambling about tbhk. I WAS going to put this under a readmore but that keeps breaking the post on mobile so. Im sorry. Tons of spoilers for chapter 99. And like the whole series. You know how it is.

I feel like I need to make an itemized list because there’s so fucking much I need to talk about right now

The violence and parallels to tsukasa. I mean who can forget tsukasa prying mitsubas mouth open to feed him number 3s heart. Who knows what tsukasa’s intentions were but they weren’t necessarily bad— as we know now mitsuba needs to eat to survive plus number 3 was like a pretty big power boost that would keep him together for a longer time. So he likely just wanted mitsuba to live comfortably. BUT ALSO there’s the beginning of the chapter where tsukasa tells mitsuba to dig the heart out himself vs kou who gets it for him. Anyways. With kou here it clearly came from a similar place of wanting mitsuba to not disappear. There’s a desperation to it and fear and it’s one I personally actually know quite well. I’ve dealt with friends refusing to eat and take care of themselves and it is a violent frustrating feeling that just ends with crying after the anger fades. There’s a lot of confusion like. Why do you not care about yourself as much as I care about you. Anyways. His actions make a lot of sense to me bc I have felt and done the exact same things.

Me core ^

and THEN there’s mitsubas feelings of wanting to be fucking exorcised and going to the fucking minamoto household to do it there’s so much here hang on. Like. I think he went to the minamoto house for some sliver of hope. If he wanted to for sure disappear he probably could’ve waited it out or something better but he went to the place where, depending on who answered the door, he’d either die or be faced with fucking. Kou minamoto. And the fact the he chose to reveal himself to kou it’s like. Did you really want to disappear. Did you really. And then taking him out on a fucking date basically like. You don’t want to disappear do you. You just don’t want to be. This. He wants to be human. He wants someone who will understand him and. And. Kou so readily accepts and understands him. Even the parts he thinks are ugly or unworthy. Fuck.

AND THEN. Kous feeling of inadequacy and fearing that mitsuba trusts tsukasa more than him and connecting to the vision he saw in the red house. Whether he accepts it or not he wants mitsuba to need him. The red house showed him a mitsuba who told him that he needs kou that he wants kou to be a supernatural with him and he brushes it away knowing mitsuba would never say that to him. He tells himself that mitsuba would never trust him or want him like that but he wants it to be real and he’s still hurt when the real mitsuba won’t open up to him. And it all comes back to his overall self worth issues of wanting to be strong and dependable and worthy.

AND this is all under the context of Teru finally letting kou have some responsibility and telling him to go exorcise the low level spirit that came near their home and AaaaaAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUU. KOU MINAMOTO……..

God its just. Kou minamoto cares about mitsuba so so so much and neither of them completely understand the gravity of it all. Also at this point hes said like 3 times that mitsuba is the root of all his worries. ALSO dont even get me started on the art and expressions this chapter. It’s so gorgeous like as always but. God. Also the keychains. Im gonna[blaring truck horn]

ALSO the way mitsuba says at the end like ‘you’d be lonely without me’ or whatever and kou almost looks shocked for a second like. Oh. And its like he thinks about it more and cries more because yeah, he would be lonely. He’s been lonely. Mitsuba somehow inexplicably became like his closest friend that knows everything about him and god he was lonely when mitsuba disappeared. The first time and the second. And he’s barely had time to process any of it because to everyone else around him mitsuba doesnt really. Matter. And because kou is so kind he is always putting everyone else’s problems in front of his own. The severance happens and it becomes a journey to help nene bring hanako and aoi back—next to no mention mitsuba aside from the leads to the red house, much less trying to find and save him too. The whole time theyre in the boundary to the far shore its all about hanako and nene and number 6. And there’s STILL the conversation about how to become a supernatural that he brought up with nene but noooooo we cant ever know anything about what kou wants. And like. It all comes back around this chapter because he so so selfishly wants mitsuba to live. One of the only things he lets himself want. And it aches. God. I wish i was any good or natural at prose writing because god the things i would write about minamoto kou. AND TO TOP IT OFF HES LIKE FUCKING 14 YEARS OLD…. Okay. Okay im done.

#the power kou minamoto has over me to make me want to chop all my hair off. i WONT. but. #god. kou minamoto and mitsuba sousuke you guys make me feel undocumented emotions #anyways #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #kou minamoto #minamoto kou #mitsuba sousuke #sousuke mitsuba #sunnfish.tbhk #sunnfish.jshk #sunnfish.txt #why cant i write this much on like. academic papers #sigh #I’ve been writing this for like an hour btw #long post

[flame-cat]

hey fellas so @boyswillbeboxes and I have been cooking a fun concept for a few days and I thought I'd share it with you along with some Images I doodled. the post we're talking about at first is this one right here but if u don't feel like looking at it tl;dr its kim glaring at jean and being possessive of Harry. synopsis under the readmore! tws for suicide baiting and suicidal actions

rat: THAT FUCKIN COMIC WITH KIM GIVING JEAN THE SIDE EYE I'M SCREAMING

GET HIS ASS KIM

me: DLFJFKFKF IM SO GLAD U SAW ITTTT

rat: I JUST DID

me: thought of u makin that

rat: 😭😭

I'm so honored

God lmao you're right tho

Listen listen if Harry fails the check for the karaoke and Jean is there and doesn't clap for Harry, Kim swears a VENDETTA

That's CANON

He brings it up at the tribunal he's so petty

The second one

He says some really backhanded shit I don't remember the specifics but he's basically like Enemy Sighted

me: he took one look at this man and went "is anyone gonna become harshly overprotective of that" and didn't wait for an answer

rat: NO FOR REAL

IT'S INSANE HOW QUICKLY KIM WOULD DIE FOR HARRY

I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM

me: like in my head it literally is just. jean is minding his business. he doesn't even do anything. and Kim is just glaring daggers at him from across the room. in my head it's a sitcom bit where every time Harry leaves the room with Kim and Jean left Kim threatens Jean's life and as soon as Harry comes back in hes Normal again and jean is like GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH

rat: Nobody ever believes Jean when he says this is happening

"No he's so even-tempered he's really polite maybe you just misinterpreted?"

Or even worse it makes Jean look crazy

me: like jean comes back to his desk and there's his mug which is now filled with dirt and a sticky note that says "bitch"

he looks over at Kim's desk and Kim is staring directly at him with murder in his eyes

and then a couple seconds pass and he looks away like nothing happened and jean is like "oh its ON motherfucker" (it is not on. jean can't hope to fight back against the wrath of kim kitsuragi)

jean fills Kim's coffee with salt? Kim just drinks it all. completely straight face. doesn't flinch once

kim comes over later and is like "thanks for the coffee" even tho jean was SURE no one saw him do that

he goes to fucking pryce about it eventually and he's just like "I don't appreciate you spreading rumors about the newest member of the 41st. he's done exemplary work. far better than you. maybe you need to go through that sensitivity training again?" and he blows his fucking LID over that.

challenges kim to a fucking brawl in the middle of the bullpen and Kim is just like. officer you're embarrassing yourself *eyebrow*

his reputation never recovers. even more of a joke than Dick Mullen now

rat: Kim being so so SO careful never to do this when anyone else is around. But then one day Jean is in the bathroom, and then the door opens, and it's Kim. And Kim just stops. Looks at him. Smirks a little. Then reaches behind himself and locks the door

And Jean feels FEAR

Kim never actually touches him. But it's very clear he's more than capable of following through on his threats.

Getting in his space and grabbing his chin to make sure Jean is Paying Attention

me: jean starts looking over his shoulder on his way home. one time Kim tails him just to fuck with him. jean thinks he loses him but when he gets onto his street kim is standing outside of his building, having his one cigarette

jean is stood frozen. Kim locks eyes with him as he puts out the cig on his boot. walks away

jean i think starts to try and play dirty as well but idk how he'd go about it. he's too... hm. stupid

rat: Yeah yeah yeah for sure like. He tries to "trick" Kim into a fight but Kim is five steps ahead at all times, he never takes the bait

And god help him if he tries to antagonize Harry to get to Kim

That's when Kim gets SERIOUS

That's when Kim finds him in a dark alley outside of work

Grabs a handful of his hair, smashes his face into a brick wall, puts him into a hammerlock hold

Whispers in his ear if he ever catches him trying that shit again, he's not getting a warning next time

me: I think it'd be hilarious if Jean tried to threaten suicide and it just. doesn't work. I think it'd make sense for him to bait kim like "okay well what if I killed myself and framed YOU for my MURDER" and Kim is like officer don't be dramatic get over yourself please

rat: Kim just staring at him like "Okay then. Do it. Right now."

Maybe Kim even hands over his gun

Jean trying to turn the tables by pointing it at Kim

Kim never flinches

"Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Unlike your idiotic plan, I'll be missed. And we both know Harry never stops."

me: I just think that scene in the alley could end up with Harry intuiting whats going on, that an officer is in danger, so he goes to stop it and- hey JEAN IS POINTING A GUN AT KIM??? AND KIM ISNT??? STOPPING HIM????

rat: HARRY PUTTING HIMSELF IN THE WAY OF THE GUN

Jean having to reconcile the fact that Harry is no longer his, insofar as he was before

me: after a tense second of not moving. jean actually considering doing it.

rat: GOD Jean being like I could just do it. Shoot him, maybe have time to reload and shoot myself after. That might be the only way to truly Hurt Kim

me: kim catches on to that. and for the first time he IS afraid

hes fine losing himself. but losing Harry? he couldn't bear it. he would sooner die

then. all at once. jean drops it

he can't do it. too much of a coward. "GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU!!" punches the wall etc. definitely crying. meanwhile kim GRABS Harry by the shoulders. he's shaking with fury and also something else. "what the FUCK are you thinking-" and Harry cuts him off with "what are YOU thinking? what the fuck was that? what HAPPENED to you?"

Harry means "you two" but kim feels that in his soul

they leave jean to talk after that. and that conversation is not a pretty one

smth smth "I was trying to protect you" "that was too far" "he went too far first. he was hurting you" "so your solution is to hurt him back?" "he wasn't going to STOP" "then let me deal with it!" etc etc

no idea what jean does from there. maybe he actually fucking thinks and reconsiders things and idk grows as a person

anyway after that we get the dinner from hell

harry invites them to a get-along dinner. christ

GOD. THE TENSEST DINNER EVER. TO RIVAL ANY FAMILY DINNER

im just imagining them trying to throttle each other on top of some takeout

harry is yelling TIMEOUT TIMEOUT

composure failure

rat: Harry like "can't we all just get along??" and Kim and Jean say NO at the same time

me: they both point at each other at the same time and go HE STARTED IT

harry actually passes an authority check and scolds them and they both realize how petty this is and its all very embarrassing and Harry is treating this very seriously. fully goes "do you have anything to say?" and they grumble sorry and he's like "not to me. to *each other*"

rat: He only passed Kim's authority because Kim hates seeing him sad

me: slow look at each other. jean holds out a hand. Kim grabs it so tight you hear joints snap.

they still hate each other so so much but Harry is Determined to make them friends

its like. harry is their get-along shirt

rat: Harry like the power of love and friendship will prevail and Kim tries he really does but every time he sees Jean he hears the Kill Bill sirens in his head

He makes an honest effort to threaten his life less but that's all he can manage

me: I do think this could get resolved eventually tho. like harry being put in some sort of crisis situation where his life is on the line or something

rat: Wouldn't it be funny if the situation was something Harry put himself in though

Like getting himself kidnapped by a gang

Like "wow this will really bring Jean and Kim together! ♡"

Meanwhile he's literally tied to a chair with his face bloody and nose broken

And Jean and Kim HAVE to team up. They can't take on a gang ALONE

Jean pretends not to care but he cares so much it makes him look stupid

If Harry actually dies what the fuck is he supposed to do

me: it works but not in the way he intended cause it actually touches on the heart of the conflict is that Jean wants to blame Harry for everything ever and also he does care so much it makes him look stupid so when they find out it was actually sort of on purpose they BOTH GET MAD AT HIM FOR THE SAME REASON

a horrible, deadly pact is formed. harry is now in grave danger

rat: Harry wanted them to be friends. And now, unfortunately, they are

He's never getting let out of their sight again

me: I like to think eventually they do chill out and become friends about it. like outside of all that. maybe jean finally gets over himself and Kim and Harry have a talk about being posessive- lol I'm just kidding those two are codependent to the fucking grave. but still I think they could end up being civil and the death threats just become banter

the competitive streak never dies tho. constantly trying to one-up each other. functional kismesistude

#in the life #disco elysium #harrier du bois #kim kitsuragi #jean vicquemare #harrykim #kimharry #my art #pheo doodles

[crossovershipsandedits]

Characters: Tiger Lily x Lampwick

Fandoms: Peter Pan 1953 and Pinocchio 1940

Relationship: Romantic

Characters: Lampwick X Tiger Lily

Fandoms: Pinocchio | Peter Pan

Relationship: Romantic

Submitted by @casinotrio1965

OK SO

I actually did a butt load of research for this one... Maybe more than necessary lol But hey, it worked out in the end! I'll make a readmore here so you don't have to read if you don't want ajdbfodndoekfjfir

Let me explain my thought process;

I've never seen either of these films. Not 100%. Pinocchio is a big nope, never seen it. And Peter Pan was both a really long time ago and I only saw sections. SO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN SEEING LAMPWICK HOLDING A CIGAR!!

So yeah, I freaked out because TL looks freaking 9 or something and he's smoking like a businessman. I searched all over Google in the hopes of finding their ages... this is what I found.

Tiger Lily never had a set age (probably from being in literal purgatory) and Lampwick is 12?!?! I guess those were just the times...

Anyway, while looking for TL's age, I see "Fans have agreed she is an adult, as she is old enough to marry" and think AWW HELL NAWW! However

I keep looking, because that doesn't seem right. The whole point of Peter Pan is being able to tell the difference between kids and adults, so it made no sense that she looks 9 (unless this was an anime, then God knows what her age is). THIS lead me to googling what age a girl can get married in a Native American tribe, since that's clearly what she's a part of.

My answer is.. nicer than "She's an adult". The youngest a girl can marry in most Native American tribes is 15. Arrangements can be made from the age of 8, but nothing can happen until 15. With what I read of TL's plot for the film, this tracks amazingly well.

And, just to be sure, I looked up Peter's age too (since she apparently has a crush on him despite the fandom saying it's familial love -sweet home ala- anyway..). Peter Pan is 12/13, so from my guessing, TL is either his age or a year or two younger, to fit with how 'old' Disney wrote romance.

...

Dear God this is a whole ass essay, I am so sorry

But yeah, I'm glad I don't have to turn this down for p*d*philia... They do make a cute pair but hoLY was I worried :')

#crossover ship #pinocchio #peter pan #pinoter pan #tiger lily #lampwick #tigerwick #lamplily #f/m #romantic ship

[firein-thesky]

um um cielo, liddol angel 🥺✨️ 👉🏼👈🏼 would it be possible for me to request #44 with bakugou for the kissy prompts ?? if you have too many that's okay !! 😌🩷🩷🩷🌱🌱🦋🦋🦋

hehe i am your liddol angle 😇💕 yes OF COURSE you may request bakugou!! making me go back and write for mha, it's been a hot second jfdksfk

putting under a readmore bc i felt like the post got long lol hope you enjoy my love!! 💕

44. Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Katsuki feels like he could be a teenager again, caught in the dark with the person who makes his heart feel like it might just burst right from his chest.

The storm had knocked the power out. It had been movie night with all your mutual friends.

Now he's in this little closet with you, trying to find the breaker box to maybe get the power back on, lest the entire movie night be ruined.

You're holding the flashlight while he tries pushing coats and clothes out of the way to find the wall for the breaker.

The flashlight flickers.

"Oi," he says, "hold it steady."

"I am," you reply, and the light returns, before flickering again. He turns to look at you.

The flashlight goes out in a wink, plunging the two of you into full darkness. There was no way he was going to find that breaker, let alone flip the right switch now.

"Dammit," he curses, "leave it to those idiots to give us a flashlight that was just about to die."

"Did you bring your phone?" You ask.

"No, Shitty Hair was using it for extra light. Do you have yours?"

"No, Ochako was using it for extra light, too."

He curses again, low and irritated. He grows restless, moves around a little like he might try and find his way out. He bumps into you.

"Shit, sorry—"

"Katsuki," you say and your voice has gone a little soft, hand on his chest to steady him. He swears you'll be able to feel his heart leap right from his stupid chest—traitorous thing that it is, trying to get to your open palm.

"We're alone." You say and there's a little lilt to your voice that has heat rushing to his face.

He's taken you out on three dates. He has kissed your cheek goodnight twice. And the last date, you'd given him a chaste kiss on the lips.

(He'd been hellbent on taking everything slow with you—doing it all right. God knows he's been too crass and too careless and too reckless with so many other things in his life before. But not this time, not you—)

He clears his throat and tries for his usual attitude, it falls flat. "Great observation."

"Katsuki?"

"Hm?"

"Will you kiss me?"

His breath hitches.

"You want me to kiss you?" He rumbles, even as his hand comes down to your waist, perhaps to hold you steady, maybe to hold himself steady.

"Please?"

"You don't have to beg—" he gets out, voice rough, but he's already leaning towards you in the dark. It's shy, tentative, a little uncertain.

But then your lips are there, against his, a soft pass of them. You lean up onto your toes, you press a little closer into him, melting. His cheeks are on fire. But he kisses you back, slowly, gently deepening it.

You sigh into it and he can feel your hand traveling over his shoulder, squeezing a little, up to the nape of his neck.

He pulls away, only for a moment, before he dips back down to kiss you again. He tries to be gentle, still a little shy, but you part your lips beneath his and his fingers squeeze at your waist reflexively.

The door to the closet bursts open and the two of you jump away.

"Any luck in here?" Lights flare onto your faces as Kaminari and Sero poke their heads into the doorway with phone flashlights.

Sero realizes it first. And his slow smile is enough to make Katsuki's blood pressure spike sharply.

"Seems there was some luck..."

"Our flashlight died!" You say quickly, "we couldn't find the breaker!"

"Right..." Sero agrees, "good thing we came by, huh?"

He's looking at Katsuki. Katsuki's eyes narrow on him. Kaminari looks between them and it dawns on him slowly.

"I thought it was a little too quiet in here..."

"Shut it, Sparky—"

And your laugh is like twinkling bells in the dark, bright and lovely, and it's enough to make a mess of his heart all over again

***

thank you for requesting will 🥺💕 i hope you enjoyed!!

Send me a character and a kiss prompt and I'll write a blurb!

#i am perhaps a lil rusty w bakugou but i do love him #i miss him <33 #cielo chats! #cielo plays! #cielo's writing! #cielo writes!

[just-j-really]

So I was talking with @ghostboyjules about Tragic Dreamling Songs, and ended up accidentally plotting out a Dreamling fic based on the elder scrolls: oblivion?

(You do not need to know anything about oblivion to understand this, I promise. Hear me out.)

Dream is a mage specializing in illusion/mind control type-magic. He's technically of royal blood, but he's the spare of a spare of a spare and he'd only end up on the throne if literally everyone died. As a teenager, he was an arrogant little shit about this, right up until he accidentally got a lover killed while digging into Eldritch Magic. He then hid himself away in a backwater town, as an extremely solitary artist.

He's living peacefully, if not happily, right up until a gate to hell opens in the middle of his town. He takes sanctuary in a church with some other citizens, and is essentially just there waiting to make a tragic last stand when hell's soldiers inevitably bust in (he's a POWERFUL mage but even he can't stand alone against hell).

And all of a sudden the doors burst open and- it's not a demon.

It is Some Guy, in mismatched armor he clearly looted off a dead man. He doesn't look like he's bathed in months. Even from a distance he reeks of smoke and sulfur.

"I'm looking for the artist," he says.

(putting the rest under a readmore because dear GOD it got long)

"How the fuck did you get here," Dream's neighbors say. "There is a hellgate outside."

"Oh, I destroyed it," the man says. "What, like it's hard?"

There's a lot of confusion after that; the man has news from the outside world. This hellgate wasn't an isolated incident- a mage named Burgess who'd had a grudge against the royal family made a deal with the Devil to have them assassinated. The unfortunate side effect of this deal is that now Lucifer has access to the earth, and is opening hellgates in order to take over completely.

This particular hellgate is closed, though; the man goes off with some soldiers to retake the rest of the town, but eventually he finds Dream again. He still hasn't bathed, but at least someone gave him a suit of armor that doesn't technically belong to a corpse.

He tells Dream that his name is Hob, and he's been sent by the royal family's librarian to find Dream because everybody else above him in the line of succession is dead. Surprise, Dream's the Emperor now.

Dream, petty, is like "They sent you?"

Hob's like "Yeah and I was in jail for several murders so you can see how bad things have gotten."

(I think Hob's just a bandit trying to make himself sound cool but I'm open to saying he's an assassin)

Hob eventually proves that he's working for the royal family (and apparently the deceased emperor had a prophetic dream about him?), and brings Dream to Lucienne. She explains that there's a ritual, technically part of the coronation ceremony, that they can do to close the hellgates and banish Lucifer. Only problem is it requires artifacts or relics connected to seven eldritch, powerful deities. One from each, except the god of Dreams- the rulers of this land had special ties to the King of Dreams so he needs to take precedence in the ritual. He's got three.

As the ruler-to-be-with-said-special-ties-to-the-King-of-Dreams, Dream is the only one who can actually complete this ritual. He can't risk his life, and the members of the royal court left after everybody got assassinated are, you know... the librarian. Very knowledgeable, limited combat skills. So the person who keeps getting sent out to retrieve these relics and/or the thing they need to find the relic- is Hob.

Dream, who grudgingly grew to kinda enjoy Hob's company while Hob was escorting him to Lucienne, bids him goodbye the first time expecting him to die.

Hob shows up three weeks later, long after everyone had given up hope. When asked why it took so long he says he got sidetracked and ended up stuck in a painting for a few days? And then he had to rescue this girl from a cult? it was very important. But anyway, he's got the sand!

And this just keeps happening. Dream keeps expecting Hob to get killed looking for these relics, Hob, against all odds, keeps surviving. Dream's actually starting to think they have a hope of winning this.

He and Hob grow closer in the brief moments they can snatch when Hob's not off nearly getting himself killed. He learns that Hob is actually decently handsome when he's bathed.

When Hob returns after winning the relic from the goddess of Death, having actually spoken to her in the process, Dream yells at him for his recklessness for a full ten minutes, before pulling a startled Hob into a hug that is extremely painful on his bruised ribs. Hob doesn't complain.

That night, Dream confesses how he got his first love killed. They were looking into drawing on these eldritch gods for magic- the King of Dreams, specifically, because clearly Dream, a member of the royal family, would be powerful enough to control the god with connections to the royal family. His lover thought they should stop, Dream pushed on anyway, she paid the price for it.

Hob, in turn, confesses how he'd turned to banditry, that at first it was because he was literally starving to death but at a certain point it became too easy not to see people as people. They grow closer after that- they were already close, Hob managed to figure out Dream better in their brief meetings than anyone else has, and Dream's somehow done the same for Hob even though Hob's much more of an open book, but it goes deeper, now.

Not long afterwards, Hob needs to go retrieve the Dream King's ruby, the final piece of the Close the Hellgates spell. And... there's no way he survives this. It's being held in a pocket dimension belonging to Burgess. Sure, Hob's survived everything up until this point but this entire dimension is controlled by Burgess. It's not possible for him to survive there. And yet it's their only option.

(Dream tries to tell Hob he loves him, here. Hob presses a brief kiss to his cheek and tells him to say it when Hob gets back.)

Hob leaves. Dream is still the ruler, and in public he keeps it together, is having everyone prepare for battle, but inside he's a wreck. He's doomed two lovers to death, and for what.

And just when he's convinced himself that this was all worthless, Hob comes back. He is even filthier than the first time Dream saw him and his arm's been broken and set wrong and he's wearing corpse armor again! Why does he keep doing that!

Absolutely none of this stops Dream from flying into his arms immediately and kissing the life out of him.

"I thought you'd died," Dream tells him later, in private.

"I won't," Hob assures him. "I've decided not to."

Dream isn't sure if he finds this comforting.

So like! Tides have turned! Things are great! Dream and Hob are stupidly in love! They are making it everyone else's problem, just a bit!

But then, as they're about to complete the Close the Hellgates spell, Lucifer gets the upper hand. Demons are pouring into their hideout, there's no time to finish the ritual, everyone's going to die.

But, Dream thinks. If he can't properly finish the ritual, he can... overload it. The magic equivalent of closing a door by melting it shut rather than locking it. It'll kill him, for sure. But the Hellgates will close.

He's about to do it.

But then Hob, who knows Dream better than Dream knows himself at this point, says, "Fuck. No. Wait. I didn't want to do this but- I'll buy you time."

His face is grim, in a way it hadn't been any of the times Dream sent him to certain death.

And Dream, even though he'd been about to do the self-sacrifice ploy literally five seconds ago, is immediately like "No. I can't let you do this. I can't let you die for me."

And Hob, sheepish, is like "...remember that time you yelled at me for ten minutes straight about how dangerous it is to interact with the Eldritch Beings that Control the Universe, I should not under any circumstances have spoken with one?"

"Yes?" Dream says, not fond of where this is going.

"I may not have been. Entirely honest with you. About what I did," Hob says. In the flickering light of the single torch that's still lit, a sudden gleam appears in his eyes, too steady to be a trick of the light. "I may have. Made a deal. With Death. I won't die for you, because I can't."

And as much as Dream would love to yell at Hob for that one, there are more immediate problems, so Hob goes to guard the door and Dream goes to complete the ritual properly.

Even though he's doing the ritual properly, Dream has to shatter the ruby to complete it. Instead of killing him, all the power from the ruby flows into him-

and he remembers that he's one of the Eldritch Entities in Charge of the Universe. What he'd thought of as 'digging Too Deep into magic and getting his girlfriend killed' was... essentially that, he'd had a mortal lover, they Dug Too Deep Into Magic together. In the fallout, she got killed and he got turned mortal.

Which was kind of a cluster to begin with- none of his siblings knew what had happened to him, and they still have strict rules governing what they can do and probably wouldn't have been able to interfere if they had. His people weren't sure what would happen to him if he died as a mortal, and were frantically trying to figure out a way to get him back, but everything they could come up with was Extremely Finnicky Rituals. Even aside from the practicalities of enacting an Extremely Finnicky Ritual, none of them could figure out how to trick Dream into doing it. Human!Dream is exactly as stubborn as Regular!Dream, and about 90% more distrustful of Eldritch Magic.

And then Lucifer got summoned by Burgess, saw a chance to take out one of the Cosmic Powers that Be while he was weakened, and jumped on it.

The whole 'ruling family is the only one who can stop Lucifer via an Eldritch Ritual' thing was a con, on Lucienne's part. Dream-on-earth had been lead to believe he was royalty to account for... the fact that he is, on a cosmic scale.

Lucienne, when she realized what Lucifer was doing, came up with a plan to have Dream do the Give-Dream-His-Powers-Back ritual in a way that fit with human!Dream's narrative (not only to save his life but also because Dream was uniquely situated to stop Lucifer from taking over the world- he was attacked first, he's not bound by any 'don't intervene' rules).

Also she sent the former emperor a prophetic dream about Hob because Human!Dream desperately needed a bodyguard. Why Hob? He was the best available option of 'people near the emperor at that point in time.' It worked better than anyone could have expected.

Anyway. Dream is Dream-Dream again, he makes short work of Lucifer and goes to find Hob, who is very dead.

So Dream is standing in the corner, quietly having a yup you did it you killed two lovers in a row crisis, completely unable to move, when his sister shows up and says, "Again???" in a deeply exasperated tone.

He's too distraught to be offended.

And then he realizes she's not talking to him.

Death waves her hand, and suddenly Hob is a person again instead of a bloody wreck on the ground. He sits up with a groan that sounds like he'd just spent the night sleeping on the floor, not literally died.

"Thanks," he says to Death, scrambling to his feet.

"Don't mention it," she replies. "Could you please just wait a week before dying for this guy again?"

"I make no promises," Hob tells her. She gives him a look.

"He's worth it, alright?" Hob says, "I-" and then his eyes, scanning the room for threats, find Dream, and a smile dawns on his face. He turns his back on Death- turns his back! on Death!- to run over to Dream, picking him up and swinging him around before pulling him into a kiss. "Your eyes," he says, wonderingly, cupping Dream's cheek in one hand as he breaks the kiss, "Is that from the spell? Does it hurt? They're beautiful, but-"

"They. Do not hurt," Dream says, and then winces. His voice is back to an eldritch rumble, deep enough that it's both felt and heard, and Hob seems too dazed to be bothered by his eyes but surely this will affect him-

"Good," Hob says, snuggling contentedly against Dream again. "Glad you're safe," he murmurs.

"Hob," Death says, quietly stunned, because this whole time her brother's been missing-maybe-dead and she's been distracting herself by helping this cute lil no-longer-mortal save the mortal king he's in love with. And now here her brother is. Safe. Alive. Being snuggled.

"Oh, right, I need to introduce you!" Hob says, twisting in Dream's arms so he can look at Death. "This is-"

"That's my brother."

(And then there are several tearful reunions, and Dream has to be assured by both Death and Hob several times that Hob is VERY not-mortal now and also VERY willing to make contracts with eldritch entities and that includes marriage contracts, nudge nudge. And then Hob and Dream kiss a lot and live happily every after the end)

#dreamling #and NO OTHER SAD ENDINGS HAPPEN AT ALL EVEN A LITTLE BIT #thank u jules for listening to this the first time and improving it for posting <3 #my fic

[booburry]

Belated WIP Wednesday: Sam Coe/Fem OC

Creativity has been at a low for me lately, haven't written since August or even earlier but MY GOD does Sam Coe know how to inspire. 🤤

Finished the main story line, spent most of my time just talking to Sam and going to sleep to hear his comments that left me with stupid, happy, smiles. I also got inspiration for a story that then transformed into me trying my hand at the classic trope of 'person from our world get transported to new world' and build it into the story of Starfield. Because of this, there are some leniencies I am taking with some canon events. Also there will, of course, be smutty smut later on - we all know our man has the stamina for it (wishing to go for a fourth round...🔥)

A summary, with a bit of the first encounter with Sam in the readmore.

Mallory Harper, an executive assistant at NASA, finds herself catapulted into an unfamiliar future. Stranded in a world where space exploration has thrived, she joins the Constellation Crew on a mission to uncover how she found herself 300 years in the future. Haunted by her past and burdened by a sense of responsibility, Mallory cautiously navigates her new reality with a blend of resilience and curiosity. Alongside Sam Coe, a charismatic former Freestar Ranger, his bright daughter Cora, and the rest of the members of Constellation, Mallory forms deep connections that challenge her to confront her reserved nature and reevaluate her sense of belonging. Together, they embark on a journey that unravels secrets echoing across time and space.

“It’s not right, Sarah.” Mallory heard a man’s voice as she dreamt. She was floating in an endless black sea, surrounded by small, flickering lights. It was peaceful, and the man’s voice only continued to sooth her soul. His voice echoed and reverberated around her, as if encapsulating her in it’s essence. She breathed in the words, finding herself wishing to seek that voice.

“What else were we supposed to do Sam?” A woman’s voice now drifted past her, this one wasn’t as sweet and inviting as the man’s, but it still did not alarm her. It felt guiding, firm but still gentle; parental. “Vasco brought her here sedated, informed us that she was begging him to ‘send her back’. When she came to, she claimed to be from Earth, Sam. An earth not like ours, but that of over 300 years ago.”

Vasco? That was something familiar, something tangible, that pulled her from the black sea that surrounded her. Memories came back to her at the name, and with the words that the woman spoke after.

Ripped from her dream with a flood of visuals—the cave, Hellar and Lin, that large planet in the sky, Vasco flying her on the ship, that metal object—Mallory awoke in a small room that appeared to be quickly rigged for the purpose of a jail cell.

“Jesus…that sounds tough.” Mallory heard the man mutter, the same man she had heard as she was dreaming. “But still, Sarah, you can’t honestly think that keeping her sedated will help with that? If we are meant to understand what is going on, we need to talk to her.”

“We already tried that Sam. We don’t know what we are dealing with here, we can’t be hasty.” Sarah’s tone came with a heavy warning, but she heard the man scoff immediately.

“We also can’t be inhuman.” Sam argued back with a calm sternness. “Go get Barrett back, I can handle this.” As quick as his words came, soft footsteps followed. Mallory forced herself to sit up, still feeling groggy from the, apparent, sedation but she wanted to be alert for whatever Sam intended with his approach.

However, from the small part that she had heard him speak, she wanted to be hopeful that he was going to be kind.

Her smile seemed to catch Sam off guard, as he halted in his steps and awkwardly smiled.

Shortly after she sat up and managed to compose herself as best as she could, Sam rounded the corner. He would best be described as a cowboy, without the southern drawl that she was so used to associating his aesthetic to. Mallory couldn’t help but smile, widely, at a sight that finally reminded her of something normal.

“Uh, hey.” He said to her, as a greeting, immediately bringing Mallory back to being hyper vigilant. Her muscles tensed as her smile quickly faded. Sam stretched out his hands earnestly. “No, I mean you no harm, please. I’m Sam.” He softly introduced himself.

“I heard.” Mallory spoke coldly.

“Ah, so you heard all of that then?” He asked her, guilt vividly present in his expression.

“Who are you people? Why are you sedating me?” Mallory demanded to know of him, bringing an immediate sigh from Sam.

“We’re a group called Constellation, set to seek out the unknown within the charted stars but I have a feeling that means nothing to you.”

“No.” Mallory muttered in defeat, finding her defenses being easily unarmed by Sam’s gentle and honest approach.

“As for the sedation, hey,” he shot up his arms in a sign of surrender, “that wasn’t my call, and not one I ever would have taken.” He paused a moment, watching Mallory before sighing again and adjusting his cowboy hat. “You have to be hungry, let me go, uh, find something that you can eat.” Sam turned around and started to walk away before giving a soft chuckle. “Definitely won’t be what you are used to.” He commented out loud, causing the corners of Mallory’s lips to twitch upward.

There was a calm silence that lingered after Sam left. Mallory felt a significant amount of panic leave her due to the kindness and compassion Sam was showing her. He also seemed to believe her, which made her feel less crazy and more grounded within her reality. She felt herself blush and forcefully curl in her lips as she judged herself for lingering on the thought of how handsome he had also been.

“Is it true?” An eager voice spoke to Mallory, causing her to look up and see a young girl eagerly watching her from the door Sam had only recently walked through. With Mallory’s glance, the girl excitedly walked forward. “Are you really from the past?” She keenly asked.

If it wasn’t for the obvious wonder and spark of curiosity within the child’s gaze, Mallory would have felt like she was being gawked at like a zoo animal. Instead, she just cleared her throat and nodded.

“Mallory.” Cora gripped Mallory’s hand with the same vigor and enthusiasm she exuded before releasing it.

“Woah! That is so cool!” She girl smiled brightly, immediately sticking her hand through the gate. “I’m Cora.” Mallory hesitated a moment before reaching out to grab Cora’s hand.

“What a strange name.” Cora remarked, an absolute bizarre oddity to focus on, at least Mallory thought so, causing the woman to snort as she stifled a laugh.

“My name is the strangest thing about me?” Mallory asked, causing Cora to laugh as well.

“Besides the obvious, yeah.” Mallory hummed in agreement as she leaned back against the wall of her ‘cell’.

“So you believe me then?” She asked Cora, who was quick to answer.

“My dad always tells me that the galaxy is full of endless possibilities, so why couldn’t this also be one?” She asked, curiously.

“Your father seems wise.” Mallory remarked with a smile, finding it slightly odd how calming it was to talk to a child about her situation yet still greatly appreciating the feeling and acceptance. It was already an odd existence she found herself in, so ‘odd’ should be expected.

“I like to think so, myself.” Sam agreed with a restrained smugness as he returned with a plate and a few packages. “I also think I told you,” his gaze narrowed onto Cora, “to leave our guest alone for today. She’s been through enough.” Mallory saw Cora’s shoulders slump slightly, her excitement deflating.

“It’s okay.” Mallory found herself immediately defending the girl’s presence. Sam smiled as Cora returned to her previous enthusiasm.

“Alright then.” Sam nodded to Mallory, perhaps as a gesture of appreciation? She was unsure about that, however what she was sure about was the fact that, for the first time since she found herself in this new time, she felt safe. “She can be a handful sometimes.” Sam remarked with a smirk as he set down the plate on a crate just outside of her cell.

“You know it. I know it. Heck—the whole settled system knows it.” Sam said as he continued to tease his daughter, placing the packages next to the plate. “Don’t worry gumdrop, I still love you for it.” He added sweetly with a glance to his daughter.

“I’m right here.” Cora grumbled, causing Sam to chuckle with amusement.

“Daaaaaad.” Cora groaned as she physically cringed at her father's affectionate words.

#sam coe #starfield #fanfic writing #starfield fanfiction #wip wednesday #current wip

[ruinakete]

HC + names

WORD HEADCANONS & DRABBLE ・ accepting! ( word count challenge beneath the readmore; 500! content warnings; mentions / implications of slight engage spoilers; implied murder! )

names, just like personal dates, do not matter in her eyes. not exactly. to her, it is not the name itself, it is how you wear it; the journey it took to earn it.

after all, she had not been crowned the full name, zephia dahut kurosawa, upon birth. her family surname had been lost to the ages, long before they had fallen to her magic. where her mother bore the surname of the flower humans preferred to gift her, zephia bore the surname of a tragic legend, horribly translated within the waves of the tale.

and she had been the one to first utter the syllables of the name, wrenching it from the crinkled papers of an old storybook until it fit perfectly into the mouths of the tribe. years later, within the ruins of a human village, she tore the second surname from the murky waters at the bottom of the mountain and presented it before sombron. and he accepted the dirty, sullied name just as he had accepted her; dirty and sullied and at his command.

however, the names themselves did not matter. no, they were no more a trophy than they were hers.

HUMANS CALLED IT THE FEAST OF THE ANTHURIAMS. a name weighed down by what the mortal mind perceived as the war between divinity and the fallen. a name this mage dragon first scoffed at upon first hearing of it, pointed helix twitching when the abbot fell into a silent stride beside her. there was irony in the event━━━or the holiday many recognized it as━━━so, it tempted the laughter in her throat. “as long as they understand the weight of to-day, then all is well, right?” she had chosen to offer, decades earlier, when the idea first sprung at the feet of the Lord, “followers will be sacrificed or maimed, yes, but the lasting impact could overcome the cost. the name━━━” or, had she managed to utter all of the suggestions before her name slipped through the Lord’s lips, thus reminding her of her worth in each letter? but this mage dragon had foretold the worth of delirious faith correctly: blood and innards were strewn across the dark sand of the Altar, an awful nostalgia to the gore-soaked snow and dirt centuries prior. and, here, beholding the eyes that once witnessed every child's last twitch, her gaze was narrowed on the only figure visible through the skittering cloud of kicked-up dust. before the church's hundreds of eyes, this boy twitched and heaved and stood as if he had been born the other day, but there was a glory to every ragged breath. an untamed hunger the child within her once swallowed. the abbot sighed beside her, but she interrupted the beginnings of any voice with her own, "who is he?" "hm, that is griss. he joined a..." but her ears had already deemed it worthless; it had not been the answer she hoped for. later, she had demanded the same from the boy himself, immediately once the clergy saw to it that the Eyes of God had been drained from the majority of his system. "who are you?" was what she pried for; and a follower, was what he gave willingly, still wide-eyed and trembling. though the tremors could not be fear. no, not if his lips continued to twitch into what she hoped to be an exhausted grin. her head lolled to match his, sangria eyes narrowed to a scornful slant until she deemed his reaction to such judgment enough. fangs bared in her smile, consideration melded into a figurehead's generosity; mage dragon had not hesitated to lean closer, raising a clawed hand to cup his cheek as she crooned, "hm-hm, how wonderful. how promising. again, boy. you are the Lord's follower before you are...?" griss, was the drawled name she heard. therefore, griss was the reward he'd receive. the mage dragon had not released him when she purred, "as i am the Lord's follower before i am zephia." a pause, as her gaze lowered to the blade at her hip, "come, griss. you will draw blood with me. then, a prayer before we leave the monastery, will suffice, yes?"

#saizov #engage spoilers #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the daughter known by her teeth ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . #shout out to ree who let me chew on their hc @ the feast of the anthuriams!!! #obsessed w young griss and zephia... tbh the entire idea behind this holiday eats down so hard #ty ty for the ask!! possessed by demons.. the other asks have been queued :salute: #so v cheesed at this word.. esp since connecting her faceless parents to only the names she knows them as is v important to her memory #her entire thing is having to earn your place in a community so the same is most likely toward names and titles #and yeah all drabbles will try to be 500 since i want to try a silly little thing

[janzoo]

A Midnight Echo

Read it on AO3 above (registered users only) or under the readmore below -

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alphinaud Leveilleur & Estinien Wyrmblood, Hamignant & Estinien Wyrmblood Characters: Estinien Wyrmblood, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Hamignant (Final Fantasy XIV) Additional Tags: All Saints' Wake (Final Fantasy XIV), Oneshot, Lightly Beta Read, Ghosts, Named Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Ficlet, Alphinaud is Estinien's new little brother Summary:

Darkness falls across the land. The midnight hour is close at hand. A spirit travels through the wood, compelled by bonds of brotherhood.

(Named Warrior of Light mentioned in passing, but doesn't show up.)

It's never too late for Halloween! I have a lot of feelings about Estinien and Hamignant, and Estinien and Alphinaud, so here's that in spooky flavour. Drakyr is my aforementioned mentioned-in-passing Warrior of Light.

                Estinien took a seat upon the platform of the treehouse in Drakyr’s front yard. It offered a distant but still pleasant view of a waterfall in the Lavender Beds. He took it in as he breathed and let his mind ease from dealing with people at Drakyr’s combined nameday and All Saints’ Wake party. It was calm and small as parties go, but still, Estinien was ever an introvert. Sighing, he leaned back against the trunk of the tree holding up the platform and closed his eyes. His werewolf costume was comfortable and warm despite being sleeveless. Breathing slowly and keeping his eyes closed, his mind quieted to something meditative.

                A presence settled in against his side, small and…familiar. Did he hear them come up the ladder? Estinien’s brows would’ve furrowed were his full senses about him.

                “S’good to see you again. Ma and Pa say hi too. I like your wolf costume.”

                The voice was young, but sounded off, like an echo without a source. Estinien’s confusion began butting against his peace of mind.

                “And also…”

                A moment of quiet passed.

                “ BOO! ”

                The exclamation boomed in Estinien’s ears and chest. He jumped, eyes flying open with a gasp. He looked to his side, where the presence…had been. Nothing and no one was there.

                From down in the yard, he heard the voice one more time as it laughed. The voice grew distant, as if running away.

                “Hamignant?” Estinien asked unbidden into the empty air. 

                Alphinaud cocked his head as he looked up at a startled Estinien. “What was that?” 

                Estinien turned to Alphinaud, who was standing at the base of the ladder up to the treehouse platform. He held the blue head of his tonberry costume under one arm. Were Estinien not calming from his shock, he would’ve snickered at the sight. “I…’tis nothing, Alphinaud.”

                Alphinaud shrugged. “You have been out here for about fifteen minutes now. Drakyr is about to serve some midnight snacks and sent me to get you, but I wanted to check on you as well. Are you all right?”

                Fifteen minutes? Estinien’s brows furrowed for a moment. He’d only just settled on the treehouse, or so he thought. “Aye. I’ll come back in.”

                He jumped down. Alphinaud came to his side, and they approached the door together.

                “’Tis midnight now,” Alphinaud mentioned with a grin. “The witching hour is at hand.”

                Estinien grinned as well. “Mm, that it is. Best watch out for visiting ghosts.”

                “Gods, I hope not!”

                Estinien chuckled and ruffled Alphinaud’s hair as they entered the house.

#fanfic #by me #estinien varlineau #hamignant varlineau #alphinaud leveilleur #ffxiv #all saints' wake

[eleanorose123]

brother and i finished rewatching zexal- time for the second half thoughts lol

there is a LOT more this time around, so it's under a readmore

right off the bat, Zexal II gives off major sailor moon energy in terms of "haha you FOOLS! the power you used to defeat last season's antag is USELESS now!"

ah yes.......gilag's design.............

brother and i have a long running joke that the barian emperors as a whole are just doing a group project and constantly struggling with the basic shit that people face when DOING group projects (infighting in particular)

also fun fact, my brother DESPISES the sound effect they use for the barian door opening during the chaos xyz summons

i want to say that 85% of shingetsu's shenanigans were planned. he wanted to put yuma through so much hell

furry coach duelist, never forget

TAKASHI TODOROKI MY SWEET BOY

ah rio "i will not be used as a shield to my brother" kamishiro.....we were so hopeful back then

alit remains to be a raging bisexual, we love that for him

though it does raise the question- since gilag couldn't recognize alit initially due to them not seeing human forms until then, could vector tell who they were or did he just hear their names be mentioned and go "wait wtf"

the friendship tournament ep remains to be one of the best one off eps of season 4 i swear to god

remember when the barians were supposed to come and collect haruto? yeah me neither

mizael is peak theater kid. i love that he and kaito fight on equal grounds and then by the end of the series you're hit with "btw mizael is like 15 and kaito's still 18"

rio may have unexplained (at the time) prophecy powers, but shark's got "i can tell yuma is in danger" senses

WE LOVE SHARK BEING A LONGING DUMBASS IN THE HOSPITAL

god i know that like- yuma's already gone through 3 seasons of shark-related emotions, but i wouldn't be surprised at all if it was alit who made yuma first go "wait, do i like guys?"

shingetsu also did a number on yuma with the same emotions, but for much different reasons

"im here to help astral" "yay!" "but don't tell him about me" "ok!" yuma we gotta teach you what a red flag is. though you are 13 and have already gone through a lot of red flags (ex. giving haruto to a stranger)

you think vector had like, a bazillion questions for yuma after seeing no96 for the first time, or did he zip his lip

we establish that kaito has global surveillance and satellites that can just- fire lasers anywhere. tenjos man

takashi and tokunosuke are canonly some of the biggest shippers in the series which is peak hilarity to me, i love that for them

im surprised anna even bothered with the uniform considering she just barged into the tournament regardless. then again, zexal rly loves putting characters in these middle school uniforms

also season 4 is filled way too much with underaged fanservice ugh

SARGASSO DUEL MY BELOVED

mizael refusing to use the lighthouse card cause it was cowardly is hilarious cause durbe is just right there like "hey"

yuma and his very bad no good day

RUIN ARC TIME

my brother was analyzing every second of each ruin tbh

he has.............a lot of thoughts on alit's backstory in particular

why is durbe's ruin in columbia of all places tho

yuma and co skipped so many days of school, you think the rest of the numbers club were just there like "where'd they GO"

we love kazuma desecrating ruins by adding markers and leaving behind coins that future teams will assume to be part of the ruin's treasures (like it did for gilag's)

also they really REALLY never fucking explain WHY kazuma knows all this shit fjdkhdfjkhfd

vector cannot sit still at all

they rly did no96 so dirty in the series. i love that he's a character fandom decided to flesh out beyond what canon gave us, he deserved that much

i rly thought there was more mutinyship moments than there really were jfdkhfdhjdfkhk ah well. they're full of potential

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE YUMA DEPRESSION ARC i know that sounds fucked up to get excited over, but it's also FEARSOME FOUR TIME

ill never understand why they bothered to go be like "heartland took a picture with esper robin" unless they just didnt want us to forget that's a character

"how'd you get your barian crests back?" "with the power of science!" is still SO funny

numbers club trying to be helpful only to get punished is foreshadowing for their fates the rest of the show

you know, you'd think kurage would've realized ryoga was one of the people he killed considering like- he knew his and rio's names. and their faces. but ah well

tokunosuke building a grave for astral is not talked about enough imo, that's like, one of the strongest scenes of the numbers club characters

kaninja you continue to bring me pain, you wouldve won your duel if you didnt say you poisoned kaito

ngl chris, you abusing kaito for a week straight for the sake of "training" was pretty fucked up

i hate the eliphas duel, i hate the eliphas duel, i hate-

"time to be with your REAL allies" durbe plz stfu

they never really do explain how nasch died. we just assumed he did himself in after seeing vector go down which is uh. hm

ahhh toku......the first casualty of the war.........

i wouldve liked more heartland backstory but THATS JUST ME-

jkfkfdhjdkf i love that it rly was just kaninja who was the reason kaito was becoming blind. messed him up even in the afterlife

astral/yuma remains to be so tender

i feel like if you ever want to make vector peak uncomfortable, just stare at him in silence until he breaks

i know that's the point, but once ryoga unlocks "nasch", his drama levels go through the fucking roof

also fun fact, between eps 122 to 143, something like 23 prominent characters die (tokunosuke, heartland, tetsuo, anna, fuuya, droite, gauche, roku, yamikawa, iv, iii, v, alit, gilag, durbe, rio, orbital 7, kaito, vector, mizael, eliphas, don thousand, shark)

"ryoga, my best friend" iv, i rly feel like that's a onesided sort of situation

alit/gilag deserves more attention ffs

GILAG DESERVES BETTER IN GENERAL TBH

i remember being numb by the point of durbe/merag's deaths. that hasnt changed

KAITO'S death tho, that still hits. mainly cause of the music

i love that obomi's affection for orbital only kicked in cause akari....kicked her

akari who was still trying to be in the plot, bless her for trying

haruto is going to need so much therapy tbh

numeron dragon's story is still so sad, love that dragon

it took mizael like 5 eps to get to the moon and another 3 eps to get off it

shark watching vector's performance and just going "........." the whole time is still hilarious. you know that'll always just be their dynamic even post canon

don thousand...........your design is so good but you are still so lackluster......

nasch vs yuma tho- THAT'S a real satisfying boss battle djfkhdfkj love that finale to pieces

aaaaaand now it's just pain and smiles all the way until the end :'3

the growing up storyline of zexal just really, really hits you by those last episodes ugh

there's so much to work with with the finale, and i love it to this day

still the best ygo series, i will not take notes on that fact

if you read all this, thank you

kattobingu <3

#zexal #WOO FEELS

[purlturtle]

Bering and Wells Advent Calendar, Day 11

Never Get Involved With Your Flatmate, a collaborative writing event: everyone writes one chapter of a loosely connected getting together AU!

Here's my contribution for Day 11:

#11: never watch Helena eat ice-cream (the lip-licking will drive you insane)

(fic is under the readmore, or on AO3 if you want! The whole AO3 collection is here!)

It’s Monday, and Myka isn’t sore anymore. Just like Helena promised, her mind insists, but she shushes it into silence. New week, new morning, new opportunity to be a responsible adult around Helena, one who totally isn’t acting on any kind of crush, one who has it together and it calm and collected and acts appropriately to what they are to each other: housemates and people who work in the same workplace.

So when a general message pops up shortly before noon, that there’s leftover ice cream from an early morning business meeting, which will be available in the break room “as of now, until it’s all gone”, Myka does the appropriate adult thing, the thing that she always does in this kind of situation, and does not go there. She doesn’t eat sugar, after all, and she knows there are a lot of people (Pete foremost among them) who will enjoy the ice cream, and for whom there will be just that little bit more of it because Myka is refraining.

Yes. Perfect.

Until there’s a knock on her door, and Helena is peeking in, and she has two mini ice cream tubs in one hand and two spoons in the other. “Saved you one,” she beams, and launches into an account how she protected these two small containers at great personal risk from the greedy grubby hands of such as Pete and Claudia, and she suspected that butter pecan might be a flavor that Myka would like—

Myka narrows her eyes at her. “Pete told you that,” she accuses flatly. From how Helena’s face immediately reddens, and how her expression immediately becomes very innocent, Myka knows she’s right. “Did he also tell you that I don’t eat sugar?”

“He says that you say you don’t,” Helena says, and then she tilts her chin down and lowers her voice conspiratorially, “but that you can be persuaded.” She smiles, then, and Myka is halfway swayed already. “And then he said to say that it’s for your own good and it’s almost Christmas and to live a little.” Helena’s smile turns hopeful. “And to judge from the fact that you haven’t evicted me from your premises – dare I hope that this might be such a time where persuasion might work? Great personal risk, after all.”

Myka shakes her head – but she doesn’t say no, and then Helena is all the way into the room and sitting down on the corner of Myka’s desk, careful not to disturb the note cards with which Myka is planning the menu for Christmas Week. And Monday morning really is not the time for ice cream or “living a little”, but Helena is wearing a very businesslike pencil skirt and now she’s crossing her legs and Myka has no idea what they were talking about or what she was protesting against until Helena holds out the ice cream to her.

“I have snatched a sample of salted caramel for myself,” she imparts, as if pulling Myka into the deepest of confidences. “A good match, if I say so myself.”

And so stunned is Myka by the idea that Helena’s ice cream is a good match for her, Myka’s, ice cream, that she takes the proffered little tub from Helena’s hands.

Helena’s face just lights up with a brilliant smile. “Aces!” she exclaims, and pops the lid off of her container. Even before she digs in, she just looks at the ice cream and moans. “Oh, this looks delectable!”

Myka can only nod weakly, after that moan. She dimly remembers to open her own tub, to position the spoon in such a way as to scoop up some ice cr—

Helena has scooped up some ice cream, and has put the spoon in her mouth, and she—

More moaning, and—

And she’s, she’s sucking on the spoon, and—

Oh god.

The spoon drops from Myka’s hand, and she dives after it, glad to have her desk in between her and the vision of Helena sucking ice cream off a spoon.

It’s not like she can’t still see it, in vivid detail, splashed across her brain everywhere she looks.

Lips still slightly pink from lipstick, shiny spoon held in elegant hand, wrist so fragile, just bones and tendons and Myka knows the strength and the – god – the precision of Helena’s hands and cannot help but wonder about the precision of her tongue on that shiny silver spoon.

Myka can’t hide forever under her desk, but she sure as hell can wish that she could.

When she resurfaces, Helena is licking ice cream from the back of the spoon.

Myka can’t well sink down again, much as she wishes she could.

And Helena licks her lips next, and Myka can’t help but think how cold her tongue must feel against the warm of her lips and—

The ice cream tub falls from her hand.

She has another excuse to dive from view.

She just wants to sit here, knees pulled up to her chest and arms wrapped around them, and maybe whimper a little to herself, until Helena is gone.

This – this is just too much. How can anyone stand this? It is unfair, is what it is, with Helena so—

“Myka? Are you alright?”

Helena is hanging over the edge of Myka’s desk, hair falling down like a black waterfall, and all Myka wants to do is cut through the particle board of her desk with her shoulder blades and get away to regain some semblance of composure. “Yeah,” she croaks instead, and hopes that her voice sounds only sheepish and nothing else, “just, ah, just dropped my ice cream.”

“Well,” Helena grins, “how fortunate that it is still frozen enough to not have spilled. There it is, darling, right by your calf.”

And she points that slender dexterous deft finger, and Myka wants to scoot even further away to make sure she doesn’t accidentally touch because surely Myka will incinerate on the spot if Helena touches her again.

And then Helena licks the corner of her lips, and surely she doesn’t think anything of it because why would anyone think anything of that; you have a bit of ice cream (or whatever, really) in the corner of your mouth, you notice it, you lick it away – it’s a completely mundane, utterly understandable course of action.

And then she touches her finger to the other corner of her mouth, wipes some more minuscule remnants of salted caramel ice cream away, and subsequently licks off that fingertip.

It’s as if she wants Myka to combust.

Luckily, at that moment, Myka’s phone rings, and there’s a flurry of hands at cross purposes as for who will grab the dropped ice cream tub and who will grab the other one’s wrist to offer assistance, there’s a thud when Myka’s head meets the underside of her desk and a brief, intense exchange of worry and reassurance, a hand flapping towards the door and another hand waving goodbye, one last look of concerned eyes, and then Myka can finally answer her call—

Pete, asking how she likes the ice cream.

She hangs up immediately; serve him right for instigating this whole fiasco.

He calls again.

“I hit my head!” she snaps into the receiver in tones of accusation, because surely as the instigator of all this, that is his fault too.

“You what?”

“I hit my head! Because of your stupid ice cream!” She rubs her scalp – it wasn’t that bad of a knock; it probably won’t even bruise. But he doesn’t need to know that.

His snort is a sharp crackle through the phone line. “Let me guess – HG was right there when you hit your noggin, am I right?”

Myka scoffs. “Details.”

“So I am right,” he says smugly. Then his voice turns concerned. “You didn’t conk her while trying to kiss her, didya?”

“No! Pete!” Myka palms her forehead. “I was trying to get out from under my desk to answer your stupid phone call!”

“But why were you— Myka, were you hiding from HG and her ice cream?!”

Myka wants to drag her entire face down with her hand, the way cartoon characters do – Pete does make her want to do that, quite often actually. “No,” she says, with as much patience as she can muster, “I had dropped my ice cream and it had rolled under the desk somewhere.”

“Mykes,” he intones solemnly, “you’re the smartest person I know, but sometimes I despair. Why would you drop your ice cream, for God’s sake?”

And that’s the salient point, really. “Because Helena was licking her lips,” Myka says in a very small voice.

There is silence on the line. Then, another crackle, a long one, as Pete blows out a breath. Myka can just about see him rub the back of his neck. She is grateful that he isn’t laughing, though she wouldn’t hold it against him if he was suppressing it to save her feelings. Then, at long last, he says, “May I just repeat: you are the smartest person I know, but sometimes I despair.”

Myka slumps in her seat. “I know,” she sighs, defeated.

“New rule, huh?” he asks, and there is true compassion in his voice.

“Definitely.”

“No more ice cream?”

“No more ice cream. For Helena. In my presence.” No, that sounds wrong. “Never watch Helena eat ice cream,” Myka amends. “I won’t stop her from eating ice cream. She is free to eat all the ice cream she wants, wherever she wants, forever. I’ll just… turn aside. I just won’t look.”

“At this point, Mykes,” Pete says, slow and sad, “I’m not actually sure you can.”

She blows a raspberry into the receiver and hangs up the phone, like the responsible and appropriately-acting professional adult that she is.

(Note: The notion of “people dropping things when their crush is near” is not my idea – I want, need, must tip my hat to Apparitionism’s Release)

#BeringWellsAdvent23 #day 11 #Rule Number 11: #never watch Helena eat ice-cream #bering and wells #warehouse 13 #helena g wells #helena wells #myka bering #tumblr fic #my fic #mini fic #fic collaboration

[lesbianfakir]

"#if anyone cares send me an ask id love to ramble about my issues with how mangahood are structured" oh? owo?

ANON YOU ARE MY HERO!! You have been warned these are my personal taste opinions and don't necessarily reflect what makes a "good" story

I have two main points that sort of tie into one: I think fma makes more sense as a smaller scale story.

Under the readmore because this got long:

Yes, it’s a shounen of course it eventually has a grand arc with the world at stake. I can’t really blame it for that. But at its core the story is about the Elric brothers’ love for each other, and their loss of innocence as they venture out into the world that's hurt them so. We care about them, about their near impossible struggle to right a mistake and get their lives and bodies back. And we see how cruel and horrible the world can be through the eyes of children. Keeping with mangahood’s hopeful tone we also see how good the world can be, and imo this works best in the smaller interactions ie winry helping to deliver a baby, the hughes’ family’s generosity to the elrics and winry, etc. The jump from a character driven story (Edward wants to save his little brother) to a more shouneny plot driven story (Edward needs to save the world) takes the focus away from a lot of what I find compelling about FMA.

3/4's of the way into mangahood the Elrics are sort of subsumed into the plot at large and the story doesn't come back to them until Al makes his sacrifice. If I'm being honest, the final battle feels a little contrived to center our protagonists when the whole conclusion could've been written with them at the center to start with (that said I LIKE the end of Brotherhood, this is just a personal taste for story structure thing).

Now obligatory 03 ramble, in contrast 03 keeps the Elrics centered throughout. The final battle isn't much of a battle at all. And sure, it isn't as grand. But it feels in keeping with the heart of the story--Dante is going to kill Alphonse so she can live forever. The whole series up until this point is about Ed trying to save Al, it makes SENSE for this to be the conclusion. The brothers' codependent love comes to a forefront with each unwilling to let the other die, even at the cost of his own life. In this way not only do we begin and end with the Elrics, but we've stayed with them the entire time. 03 is a much more character driven personal story and that's where its charm lies.

My second and bigger issue with the structure of mangahood isin the way it uses large-scale tragedy to fuel its plot.

There are better posts than I can make already written about how mangahood centers the feelings of the perpetrators over the victims. What I will say is the fact that the ishbal war started due to an “accidental” hate crime against an ishbalan child by a military officer is a very sensitive topic and hits close to home (I’m American and this is a very, very relevant conflict). It feels a little in poor taste to me to take something so political and so sensitive and go ahaha but you see it was ENVY all along! Arakawa picked a very heavy subject as the backdrop for her story and sort of relegated it to that: a backdrop. What’s presented as a racially motivated genocide actually was just the bad guys being evil. It falls just short of a real, in-depth criticism of the military. Instead we are left with good men and women who were just following orders (which she DOES explore to a good extent and I appreciate how she does not shy away from making it clear what they did was unforgivable). The corrupt military being corrupt because it is the pawn of a big bad inhuman god-wannabe just... falls flat for me.

In 03, the child's murder at the hands of the police is a fabricated story created to "explain" the genocide--instigated by the military without provocation. And this happens because one, powerful human selfishly wanted to extend her own life. This is the story that feels more true to life and dares to really engage with the themes presented instead of writing them off as some plot device. Not to say that 03 didn't have its own problems with its depiction of genocide because. oh boy nazis in shamballa?? HUH!.

Anyways again these are all my opinions. I think FMA has a lot of heart, and it works best on a smaller scale in order to tell a more personal story.

#fma #fma 03 #03 gets its own tag now #if you read all this ily #peope have written much much better criticisms of how ishbal is handled than i have #anyways anon tysm for enabling me #i have a lot of feelings about this #like the final battle in brotherhood iis good its good #but at that point the series turns full shounen

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🦈🎁🚀 for the ask game! (If you're still doing it ofc)

Omg YES, I am doing all ask games in perpetuity 😂💞 Thank you for checking, and I'm delighted to answer!

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

I think last time I answered Jounouchi, and that is still true to an extent, but oh my god BAKURA. I just tried writing my first Bakura fic recently. Like yes I know being mysterious and strange and (deliberately?) confusing is like his whole thing, but if you haven't been steeped in the Bakurae/Ishtar side of the fandom for the last 20 years...it's a lot of meta to catch up on. A LOT. So many good takes, many in direct opposition to each other, many of them equally compelling despite that. WHEW. I tried my best, I hope I didn't write an offensively wrong Bakura, everyone's gotta start somewhere right?!?! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Ooooh, yes!! A little Kaibros character study from years ago that has been languishing in my drafts, that I'm re-working and may actually publish someday. I'll stick it under a readmore, tell me what you think!

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Unfortunately, I don't have the kind of brain where I can sit in front of a blank document and think a story out in bullet point form. I desperately wish I did lol. But alas I must charge in headfirst and get a few thousand words in before I have any idea of where I want things to go. Sometimes (often) I blast through the entire thing without outlining. Sometimes I hit a snag somewhere and realize I done fucked up and need to put myself back on the tracks.

And then there was the time I got 100k words into a YGO/Zelda crossover and realized oh no i think this will be MUCH more than 100k and wrote a very rough outline, then another Zelda game came out halfway through the fic and I had to spend a solid month rewriting my outline to accommodate lore from the new game, and also I somehow accidentally turned the whole thing into a huge ensemble cast with multiple concurrent plot threads balancing both YGO and Zelda character arcs, Hyrulean politics, and an imminent multiverse collapse. My Scriv file now has a 120k word planning & research section. (Oops.)

tl;dr I have exactly one fic that is well outlined and the rest are me doing the writing equivalent of a Leeroy Jenkins. congrats if you get that reference and are ancient like me

ANYWAYYYYSS thank you for the ask!!! Kaibros snippet under the cut 🐉

“Come on, nii-sama,” Mokuba pleads. It comes out weirdly desperate, more pathetic than he’d intended. “This is so unfair. It’s unfair enough that I don’t have parents, and it’s even more unfair that you won’t tell me-”

“You do have a parent.” Seto's reply is so sharp that it makes Mokuba flinch.

“I know, I know,” Mokuba replies, irritated at the pedantry. “You’re my parent legally. But you’re not, you know...I just want...”

Mokuba realizes as he’s talking that he’s said something terribly wrong. The change in his brother’s face is minuscule and significant and makes his stomach flip in shame. He trails off, the words curling up and dying as they fall off his tongue.

“Please go to bed,” Seto says. His tone of voice is so perfectly even that Mokuba gets up and leaves without another word.

Mokuba doesn’t go to school the next day, opting instead to stay in bed and stare at the wall. Seto either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

For the first time in years, he cries. And then he thinks about the fact that it’s been years since he last cried. Mokuba spends so much time wondering what the fuck is going on in his brother’s head that he’s maybe neglected to turn the same scrutiny on himself. And he’s maybe leaned a little too far into his role as the ‘normal’ Kaiba - the charming one, the easygoing one, the one who exists to balance out the bombastic, powerful force of nature looming tall at his back.

But who had cried - just once - after Gozaburo hurled himself from the top of the Kaiba Corporation building, and who had watched the coroners wheel away the black-draped gurney with impassive, bone-dry eyes?

#asks #ask game

[brekkie-e]

I can not stand how the Inquisitor can genuinely follow a different religion from the Chant of Light, but is not allowed in the narrative to speculate that perhaps they do have a holy calling.... it was just bestowed upon them from a different force than Andraste.

Im going to focus mostly on the Dalish playthrough since that's the one Im most familiar with. You are able to establish if your Inquisitor is religious, and if they follow the Elvhen pantheon or not. Given that is a fact, the narrative should further reflect such a character would be living their life with a different worldview than an Andrastian. Not just an "oh yeah, im an elf btw gang" comment here and there. They are percieving this world through a religious and political lens that is vastly different than Andrastians.

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Why wouldn't a practitioner of the Elvhen gods not have hidden doubts about the mark being a gift from one of them? Or a holy calling to rally their people? Or simply a sign that yes. Your prayers were heard, despite all odds, the gods of your people never stopped listening. Or perhaps a punishment? For forgetting part of the old ways and insulting them somehow?

Consider the struggle of them trying to parce out which god it is from? The obvious hope that it is their "patron" god. Which Dalish wouldn't dream of the one who's vallaslin they bear choosing them as their champion? If not their patron, perhaps June? Blessing them with the ability to craft the heavens as he once blessed their people with the ability to craft weapons? The secret fear that no matter how much they hope that is true, the most logical choice is Fen'harel as he is the only one still believed to walk the land.

The thought they'd never voice that creeps in during the dark of night, that perhaps it is a gift from the Dreadwolf. But if it means he has decided to turn his gaze on the human world for a change and give their people a slight reprieve, they are willing to be a pawn.

Now this is all well and good for a characters internal battles over beliefs. But the opportunity for narrative conflict feels like a gaping hole in a wall. Imagine if the Inquisitor had the ability to outright contest Leliana and Cassandra's belief it's a gift from Andraste. Not in a "I dont think it's holy" way, but looks them dead in the eye and claims it's from an Elvhen god.

Could Cassandra deal with that level of heresy? Later in Inquisition, after befriending the Inquisitor, possibly. But I doubt she would have been able to at the start of the game.

Many of the companions would be pretty horrified or upset at the suggestion. Solas would most likely be extremely frustrated and get close to blowing his cover at such an outright display of Dalish religious beliefs. And he's known for being so sweet and charming when someone ticks him off about Dalish things.

Ultimately, this could allow for a much more interesting political narrative. The Inquisition is Andrastian. It is founded in the Divine's honor by her left and right Hands. That can not be denied. And if the advisors and the companions have to found the Inquisition with a "Herald of Andraste" whom has explicitly stated they think the Mark is holy in an altogether heretical way, the political maneuvering is suddenly much more evident. There is no ambiguous "who is to say" while they build the organization. They are having to build their holy order with one hand behind their back clutching to a secret that could unravel all they are working for.

I know that they toyed with the idea that Inquisition never outright stated the Inquisitor is holy. But I think raising the stakes in such a way would have made for even more interesting party dynamics, better roleplay-ability, and more outright politics. Which the latter two are things I think the game desperately needed to improve on. Yes, it's full of politics. But in a gawdy completely in your face manner that loses much of what makes politics interesting. Not to mention it ultimately did not seem to have large narrative influence.

Anyways, I am sure these are opinions that have been tossed on the internet quite a lot already, but I wanted to get my thoughts on the matter out there cause it's been rattling in my head for a few days.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #brekkie thoughts #text post #long post #lavellan #dalish