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caroldantops · 5 months

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indentation in the shape of you || valcarol

ship: valkyrie x carol danvers

summary/request: carol shows valkyrie her new suit. valkyrie doesn't like it.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut (18+ only), kinda pwp, the marvels spoilers, strap on use, jealous sex, daddy valkyrie, dom!val, sub!carol

a/n: if you're seeing this coming from a ship tag hello! i usually write reader insert so if you go to my blog looking for more of this ummm. sorry.

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“I’m glad that they seem to be adjusting well. Fury tells me that they’re working on restoring Tarnax’s atmosphere, so hopefully they won’t have to stay in New Asgard for too much longer,” Carol tightens her fists at her side, tension in her body clear as she stands in front of Valkyrie’s desk.

“Oh, no worries. Having them is no bother at all. Though I’m sure they’re eager to get off Earth,” Valkyrie hums as she swirls her dagger.

Carol insisted on coming down after fixing Hala’s sun to check on things, something that didn’t surprise Valkyrie in the slightest. What did surprise her was her sudden costume change. Her suit was different. Less saturated, emblem bigger on her chest. Valkyrie didn’t like it. It didn’t feel like the Captain Marvel image that she’d grown used to.

Plus, this one’s torn in places. Cheaply made. Not fitting for a hero who flies into suns.

Carol is rambling on about something to do with one of the Skrull families as Valkyrie analyzes this new suit. It does hug her hips nicely. Form fitting around the waist that she’s grabbed and pulled against her many times before.

“What’s with the new get-up?”

“What?” Carol’s train of thought comes to a screeching halt.

“This,” Valkyrie points her dagger at Carol. “Different suit.”

Carol looks down at her suit. Valkyrie holds back a chuckle at how she almost looks surprised by what she’s wearing. “Oh! I got a new one.”

“Clearly,” Valkyrie laughs. “Come closer, I wanna see it.”

Carol scrunches up her brows in confusion at Valkyrie’s sudden interest, but chalks it up to that warrior mentality. That woman loves some good battle armor. She walks around the desk to stand in front of Valkyrie, awkwardly holding still as she inspects the suit, running her hands over the material and poking a finger through one of the tears that ripped during the fight with Dar-Benn.

“Seems cheap, doesn’t it?” Valkyrie sneers. “My armory could make you something ten times as sturdy. Where’d you get this shit suit from?”

“It’s not shit,” Carol huffs. Valkyrie raises an eyebrow at her and pulls her finger down, making the rip bigger. “Hey!”

“Why aren’t you answering me, hm?” Valkyrie knows damn well where this suit came from, she could tell from the moment she touched it. She just wants Carol to say it.

“Aladna. Prince Yan--”

“Oh, a gift from your husband.”

Before Carol knows it, she’s being tugged flush against Valkyrie. From her standing position, she towers over her even more than she usually does, but she gulps because she knows who’s in control here.

Valkyrie knows that Prince Yan is no more than a friend to Carol, but both of them know just how much the idea of Carol being technically married makes Valkyrie’s jealousy blaze.

Especially when she comes around with the gifts he’s given her.

“Val--”

“You know, I’m surprised it looks so dull, given that Aladna’s traditional clothing has more colors than a pride parade.” Valkyrie grips Carol’s waist, fingers digging into her sides. It would hurt if Carol didn’t have super endurance. But it’s enough to make the message clear.

“It’s fine, I’ll probably go back to my old one anyway.” Carol refuses to make eye contact with her. She can’t let her know how much this is affecting her right now.

But gods.

It took Carol a long time to find someone who could make her feel this way. Someone who could make her feel safe rather than terrified of giving in to their control, their dominance.

It just came so naturally to Valkyrie. Carol supposes that’s why she can’t stay away, comes running back when her thoughts get too much for her to bear and she just needs them shut off.

Like now.

“Don’t look away from me,” Valkyrie says firmly. Carol bites her lip and meets her gaze again. “Good girl. Bend over the desk.”

Carol briefly considers asking why, but at the moment she can’t bring herself to fight Valkyrie’s little game. She moves some stuff out of the way and bends over the desk. She does her best to steady her breathing as she feels Valkyrie’s hands run up the back of her thighs.

“You’d think that Prince Yan would give his princess a sturdier suit. You know, I bet I could just��”

Riiiiiiiip.

“Valkyrie!”

Valkyrie laughs, giving Carol’s ass a slap as she admires what she’s done. Just as Valkyrie suspected, she was able to poke into one of the tears and fully rip a hole right through the crotch of Carol’s suit. Her cunt is exposed, the pale skin of her ass peeking through the top of the tears as well. Valkyrie steps forward, hips flush against Carol’s ass.

“Feel that, princess?” Carol groans. “Use your words.”

“Yes, sir.” Carol gasps as Valkyrie grinds the bulge of her strap into her exposed ass. She tries hiding her face to conceal how flustered she is, but Valkyrie won’t tolerate that. She’s tugged up by her hair, Valkyrie’s lips brushing against her cheek as she speaks lowly to her.

“Does your husband ever do this for you?” Valkyrie doesn’t expect a response, just chuckling at Carol’s whines. “Does he know what a needy girl you are?”

“No, sir.” Valkyrie unbuckles her belt, pulling out her strap and nudging the tip between Carol’s already damp folds. Carol shudders, pushing her hips back against the sensation.

“Greedy, greedy thing. Already trying to fuck yourself on my cock.” Valkyrie stands up straighter, but doesn’t release her grip on Carol’s hair, knowing the stinging in her scalp makes Carol as compliant as can be. “You’re getting spoiled, princess. Gonna have to ask nicely for what you want.”

“Please,” Carol asks softly, voice pitched high as Valkyrie rubs her clit with her strap. “Please, sir. Please fuck me.”

“Hmm,” Valkyrie releases Carol’s hair and runs her hand down her back, feeling the strong muscles of her back quiver under her touch. “Dunno, that’s not very convincing if you ask me.”

“Please, daddy, I need you to fuck me!”

Valkyrie laughs and sinks her cock into Carol’s weeping pussy. Carol lets out a guttural moan, only overshadowed by the wet noises her cunt makes as Valkyrie pounds deep into her. She grips Carol’s hips, pulling her back against her to meet her rough thrusts.

She loves having Carol like this. The all-powerful Captain Marvel, destroyer of armies and savior of the universe begging for her tight pussy to be ruined by her, shivering under her praise and degradation, weeping in her arms after she’s been thoroughly fucked.

Carol must have been particularly pent up today, because it doesn’t take much longer for her to be on the edge, a few strokes of Valkyrie’s fingers over her clit and some whispered praises of “Good princess, let go for me. I’ve got you” send her into a shaking mess as she comes.

She mumbles something incoherent as Valkyrie flips her over, pulling her up to curl against her chest. “What was that, baby? Can’t hear you when you’re mumbling.”

“Thank you,” Carol sighs.

Valkyrie smiles softly, kissing Carol on the tip of her nose and rubbing her back. “You that tired after one round?”

“Not tired, just…tired.”

“Ah, yeah. That really cleared things up.”

“Shut up.”

#valcarol #valkyrie x carol danvers #s: valcarol #fic #silver writes #i wrote this mainly just to get it out of me idk its been so long since ive written not reader insert #so i am a bit rusty #the marvels spoilers #IM SO SORRY I KEEP FORGETTING TO TAG

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acerathia · 2 months

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drowning in you || Rafayel | Qi Yu

Summary:

Valentinesday doesn't work out, does it?

Wordcount: 2.5k

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Pairing:

Qí Yù | Rafayel / Reader | MC

Tags/CW:

established relationship, dancing and kissing in the rain, flirting, bathing and washing each other, non-sexual intimacy, references(spoilers) to Mainstory and Myth, Moles as lasting kisses from the last life, implied sexual content after fic, domestic fluff

Note:

Happy Valentines!! I wrote this bc I go insane for him oops

– where r u? ive been waiting for ages omw! close to the entrance of the park –

With a little smile, you let your phone slide back into your bag. Rafayel has told you to come to the park nearby, and you wonder what he’s planning, hopefully not another trip on a boat, the simple memory makes you shiver. After that incident, you would never trust him with an oar ever again. But because you’re supposed to meet him at the entrance of the park, you assume it must be something slightly drier.

You round the last corner, and immediately spot his figure, arms crossed, close to the park. For a moment, you take your time to look at him, the way the sun shines between his hair, giving him some sort of underwater feeling. But you can’t help but squint when you notice his attire, one you have seen before, one Rafayel usually wears when meeting for some art stuff of his. You brush it off, it’s usual for him to wear something that draws the eye, being an artist and all, he does love showing his aesthetic with his clothes.

He seems to have sensed you, because he turns in your direction, and while you smile at him and hurry your steps to get closer to him, his lips push slightly forward.

“Finally, I thought you had forgotten about me! Did you look at the time? It’s been ages, I feel like I’m about to see fish walk on land,” he mutters the moment you stop in front of him.

“Well, I think I already see one,” you grin, before cupping his cheeks carefully. “In fact, this fish is right in front of me.”

The pout doesn’t disappear entirely, but it does soften as he leans closer to your skin. “See? I was right, you’ve left me waiting for too long.”

A huff of breath hits your face softly before he straightens up, not even waiting for your answer as he takes your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. “It doesn’t matter, you’re here now. Let’s go.”

Hand in hand, you both enter the park, and follow the path for quite some time. You have no idea what Rafayel wants to show you, so you only walk by his side, simply enjoying this quality time while looking around the place in peace.

The park seems huge, as before you both even arrived at his set destination, you begin to feel something cold hitting your head. You scrunch your face and look up, only for a drop of water to hit your cheek, your eyelids. You blink in surprise as the rain falls, multiplying with each second, with each step.

A groan, and your gaze immediately flicks to Rafayel, who’s gingerly holding a hand over his head. “Great, now everything is ruined… Did the weather forecast make a mistake? I even checked it for today” He turns to you and meets your eyes. “Let’s go back, c’mon.”

He sighs, disappointment apparent in the way his shoulders slump. “I guess, we’re going to make it up another time… Let’s hurry up and escape this annoying rain.”

You squeeze his hand as you follow his brisk steps into the direction you both came from. “It’s okay, spending time with you is more than enough for me.”

Your words only seem to make him walk faster, the rain hitting your face softly, and you can’t help but slow down slightly.

Laughing, you can’t help but tease him. “But let’s slow down a bit. You’re not going to turn into a mermaid the moment water touches you, are you?”

He turns around to face you, his face scrunched up in a pout. “How ridiculous! That only happens in those TV series. And we’re both already wet, wouldn’t it be too late to consider that anyway?” He cocks his head to the side, before a smug look takes over. “Unless you want me to turn into one to ogle at me, hm? Wouldn’t you like that?” With these words, he leans closer towards you, a grin over his plush lips.

Your eyes flick towards them before returning to his eyes, his lashes clumped and longer with the dripping water. You feel a heat creeping up your neck, and now you’re the one with a small pout on your lips. For a moment, you don’t have any comebacks, so you decide to do what always works the best.

Your free hand grabs his shoulders and you stretch slightly towards him. Your lips meet his. And despite the cold water, his skin is warm against yours. Without missing a beat, his arm sneaks around your waist, pulling you closer, stealing another peck before you could fully pull away.

Once there’s some space between your faces, you can’t help but grin at the redness spreading over the tips of his ears, but you want to see that color over his cheeks. So, you put your lips against his cheeks, closer to his ears.

“Of course I want to see you naked,” you whisper at him, and he immediately pulls away, the color bleeding into the rest of his face.

He holds his hands in front of his face, shielding it from your view. “Wh-what are you talking about?” he stammers, taking a small step back.

You can’t help but think how adorable he looks this flustered, but you stop teasing him, as the rain makes you feel cold, and you imagine he starts feeling the same. Taking his hand once again, you step closer to him and let your forehead rest against his chest.

Almost immediately, despite his embarrassment, his arm winds up against you, his face hot against the skin on your neck. Your other hand comes up to stroke through the wet strands of his hair, now closer to a darker blue when soaked like this.

You don’t know who starts it, but you both begin to slightly rock, a small dance under the rain, interlocked, heart against heart, listening to a tune only you both could hear.

“Let’s go home…” you whisper against his skin, feeling the goosebumps over it.

A sigh on your own skin, and he straightens up, his gaze wandering over your face, filled with something complex, something that warms you despite the cold seeping into your clothes.

Once he nods, you both are on your way again, heading towards the closest apartment of one of you. It doesn’t take long, and you’re glad to be out of the rain, because the moment you enter your home, the rain picks up, the wind sweeping over the streets. You really don’t want to know how it feels to be there.

Soaking wet, you begin to strip yourself of your shoes and socks. “I’m going to take a shower to warm up,” you tell him, and without words he just follows you on your heels.

It’s a burdensome task to get rid of the wet clothes sticking to your skin, but you manage it nonetheless. The heat of the turned on water is already spreading through the air, and you’re almost excited to get under it. With your focus on the upcoming warmth, a squeak of surprise escapes you, when you feel his cold fingers around your waist, his lips against the back of your neck.

You turn your head slightly towards him and kiss the corner of his lips, your fingers intertwining with his, before you fully turn around, your fingers carefully helping him out of his wet clothes, scattering soft kisses here and there over his cold skin. After that, you wordlessly pull him with you to stand under the warm rain of the shower.

For a moment, you let the heat seep into you, relax your muscles, before you grab the shampoo bottle. But instead of slathering it onto your own hair, you motion for him to lean down. Once he does, you put a good portion of the shampoo into his hair, and begin to massage it in, spreading it over his scalp and hair. You watch as he closes his eyes, leaning closer to you.

After you’re thoroughly done, you let him lean his head under the water once again, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair with soft strokes, your hands taking care of each strand, massaging his scalp. Once everything is truly gone, you grab one of your conditioners to take a bit of into your hands, spreading them over your palms before you begin to rub it into the ends of his hair.

A low hum sounds from him and he shuffles a little closer, his hands finding your waist, as always, keeping them there to anchor himself.

Allowing the conditioner to set, you grab his loofa, the one he has deposited ages ago, making himself at home in your home, sharing it with you. Making sure the foam has spread properly all over it, you begin to gently scrub his skin, his shoulders, his arms. You can’t help yourself but scatter some kisses here and there, on his jaw, on his neck.

Coming up to his chest, your eyes lock onto the tiny mole there. “Did you know, some people say that moles are an indication of where our past love has kissed us, over and over again,” you whisper against his skin before kissing the mole softly. “I will love you, for all of my lifetimes, over and over again… And I want to give you something to remember this one, and every one after…”

You’re vaguely aware that you have met Rafayel in your last lifes. And even if your memory is hazy, pieces coming up to you in blurry dreams, you know that you have loved him, and you will continue to love him, for as long as time allows you to exist.

You look up to him, his eyes wide, glazy with swirling emotions. Instead of saying anything, he leans down and catches your lips with his in something sweet, filled with love, of the past, present and future. You melt into his touch, into his warmth, into his steady presence. There isn’t another place you would love to be more than at his side.

For a moment, you let your thoughts focus on him, on the way he calls your name, on the way his ears blush when flustered, on the way he teases you with so much affection.

One last peck, and you continue with your endeavor, gently scrubbing his skin, massaging the tension out of his muscles.

After you make sure that he’s relaxed and clean, you once again guide him towards the water, letting the water glide over his body, warmth seeping into him and relaxing him a bit more. You gently grab his hair and massage all the conditioner away, until all that’s left are his pretty strands of hair.

Your lips meet his forehead, before you turn to take care of your own hair. But before you could even grab the bottle, he does, a bit of the liquid on his palms to slather onto your hair.

With the amount of knowledge he has on you, on your routine and day to day life, he manages to perfectly take care of your hair, his fingers carefully moving on your scalp, caressing the tension there out of your head.

A sigh escapes your lips and this time you’re the one stretching closer towards him, arms around his waist.

Rafayel rinses your hair carefully, each strand flowing through his fingers, and you enjoy each touch of his. Especially when he swipes your hair away to reveal your neck, placing a soft kiss there.

Despite being done, you both stay like this for a moment, his face against your shoulder, your fingers drawing random symbols on his skin, intertwined, skin to skin, warmth to warmth.

Just when you notice your fingers getting prune, do you turn off the water, reaching for the towels to dry up. You pass him his own, and watch as he dabs the water away, before wrapping it around his waist. You begin to feel a little bit warmer when he reaches up to swipe his hair away from his face, running his fingers through the strands, making them stick like that.

You turn around to take care of yourself and leave the bathroom to step into the bedroom, one supposedly belonging to you, yet filled with his trinkets and clothes. You step around some paint brushes clustered on the ground and grab a shirt and other clothes.

Once you put them on, you notice how the shirt belongs to him, something he has left behind after one of his escapades from the journalists. You don’t take it off though, rather you turn towards him as he pulls his pants on, a soft piece of clothing, perfect to sleep in.

His eyes glance up to you, getting stuck on his shirt on you, and you smile as you watch the redness bleeding into his ears, into his cheeks.

He crosses his arms, looking away. “So, you’re now also stealing my clothes now?”

You raise your eyebrows at this. “Uhm, what else have I stolen from you, Rafayel?” you ask, well aware that everything scattered around your place is due to him bringing it over. You can’t say you don’t love seeing his stuff around your place, though. It makes it more livelier, happier.

At your words, he turns around and begins prancing towards you, and you take a step back, your shins hitting the edge of the bed. He leans closer to your face, his eyes running over your face, admiring every single feature of yours, almost like his eyes have landed on an artwork.

You suddenly feel shy under his gaze, so you try to lean back, but when you try to do so, you end up falling onto the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

Instead of letting up, Rafayel puts both his hands on the side of your thighs, supporting himself on the bed to follow you.

“How dare you forget. You have stolen my heart, over and over again,” he whispers against your lips, before dipping in and taking a taste of your lips once again.

A small laugh of yours is drowned by his lips, as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him with you onto the bed. Drops of water fall onto your face from his wet hair, yet you don’t care at all. All that matters is him, Rafayel in your arms and his lips on yours.

With a puff of air, he lands on you, and as the kiss breaks apart for a moment, you take your time to admire his face, the soft lips, his translucent eyes, almost glowing every time he catches your gaze. He doesn’t give you much time, though, before he kisses you again, and again, each kiss making your heart thump with excitement, with all those emotions he manages to awaken in you.

And you’re happy to be the one waking up by his side, spending every lifetime as the person he loves. To be the person who loves him truly in every life.

You can’t help but shudder when his lips move over your jaw to your throat, when he softly murmurs against your skin.

“Let me drown in you…”

#rafayel x reader #rafayel x you #rafayel x y/n #rafayel x mc #qi yu x reader #qi yu x you #qi yu x y/n #qi yu x mc #rafayel love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x reader

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kimbapchan · 2 months

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Hihi!! I just wanna start off by saying I. LOVE. The designs for your roleswap. You have given me many of The Thoughts. One thing I’m a bit curious about: where exactly does Quan Yizhen stand here? You’d expect him to remain a Heavenly Official, but Yin Yu being in Ling Wen’s spot raises questions.

**SPOILERS AHEAD. RUN NOW FOR ALL YE WHOM STILL READ**

With The Brocade Immortal, It’s likely Ling Wen was no longer the one to ‘create’ the Brocade Immortal, so perhaps that ‘honor’ falls to Yin Yu? But then that begs the question of who is the Brocade Immoral in that case? Would it still be the same person as the main novel or would if be someone else? Who could that someone else be? If my initial gut feeling is right then Quan Yizhen being the Brocade Immortal would be neat. Yin Yu feeling guilty for the loss and trying to bring Quan Yizhen back. (If you already mentioned QYZ at some point… whoops..?)

Also pretty curious about the dynamic between the Ghost Kings (well, the Calamities). We can suspect that Xie Lian, Shi Qingxuan and perhaps Mei Nianqing (if MNQ is present) are all on tolerable terms with each other, which isolates Lang Qianqiu, especially since it’s still incredibly likely that Xie Lian was still his teacher assuming Xie Lian wouldn’t continue on his warpath (this is also assuming Xie Lian remains the Crown Prince. But it seems likely because Mei Nianqing would likely have a certain title for Hua Cheng like cannon Jun Wu had given cannon Xie Lian. Plus: The increasing likelihood of Feng Xin and Mu Qing being ghosts supports the theory because if they both *died* rather than abandoning Xie Lian, I don’t think he would’ve held back…

But this is all just a theory! An AU-I-Read-Too-Far-Into Theory!

~ MC Anon (you don’t need to tag it… I just leave a little signature so that I REMEMBER that I was the one who wrote the ask, lol)

I really REALLY love your theories! thankyou for sharing them with me! I already have a comic drafted with Quan Yizhen actually! He is definitely one of my favorite characters in canon story. He reminds me of a very mellow Binghe hehe. I look forward to showing you guys his design in the AU! <3

Oh and yes, of course I would love to show the calamities/ghost kings interact. We haven't seen much of it yet since every comic I've done so far are sort of on Hua Cheng's POV. I'll hopefully make a comic in the future with Xie Lian's POV!

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rowanthestrange · 3 months

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The Master And Margarita Jacket

(Matthew Sweet’s Doctor Who version…but with a frisson of Bulgakov’s)

It’s done! With every bit of unphotographical glittery metallic paint that I can’t capture on camera even if my iphone skills weren’t rubbish.

@spoonietimelordy, @rearranging-deck-chairs, @bearinabandana and everyone else who Did The Reading of that one ‘I Am The Master’ novel but I’ve forgotten to tag because i’m so sleep deprived i can’t think any more but hopefully other people will, assemble!

Detailed closeups and explanations (with some spoilers) below:

Starting front top right side (face on). -Margarita herself, biting a mushroom. A more Cockatoo beak than Macaw, with red face instead of white, to make what exactly she is more mysterious. -The Master Who logo here is just gold, any shading didn’t look right when it was so thin.

Front top right pocket. Purple, of course.

-Next section down are these three. The ‘Never Stop Growing’ patch is my second favourite patch of the bunch. So many Master Themes, and plot relevant. -Then the little ‘Best Buds’ with the heart in the middle. I was inordinately proud of that idea. (Buds, budding, bigenerated vibe). -And then ‘Obscene Lotus’. That’s mentioned early in the book, and while it’s just described as a big purplish lotus, there’s so much sexual charging in that scene that, well, you gotta.

Me, reusing the ‘budding’ pun in a different capacity? It’s more likely than you think.

-The cover of the Penguin Clothbound Classic version of the original The Master And Margarita, that took multiple days to complete and so much agony. -The patch is a blank one that I bought, then painted the design to look like one of those stamps people sometimes put in books. Painted the border the same colour, then tea-stained it to look like old paper. Certainly in real life the colour comes out nicely. I couldn’t find his autograph (and sadly there’s an unrelated artist with the same name lol) but he got his doctorate in Wilkie Collins so I just looked up examples of that guy’s writing and tried to give it a bit of that vibe. Hopefully it’s the thought that counts. But hey, if anyone ever meets him and gets me a signature sample I can just redo it.

General mushroom patch - I like the fire kind of vibe and the looming.

To the other side!

So. You’re asking what’s with the daisy theme. Fair. So Margarita is also another name for a daisy in some languages. I choose to lean into that because it’s also the widely known symbol of Three - with that scene where he talks to Jo and recounts how a hermit living on a mountain helped dispel his depression by getting him to focus on the beauty of the flower (“and it was the most daisiest daisy”). Given that Three is essentially a character in the book, this felt like the vibe we’re going for. It’s perennial. It also is a healer of bruises and wounds, how can that not be relevant meta wise too to the Master’s new companion, hm? And okay yes, Mikhail does say he’s not a botanist, but if you can think of another way to get that message across other than botanical illustration page…

I like the patch because lightbulb, idea, full of mushrooms etc.

-‘I Am The Master’ being the name of the book the story is contained in, plus Fun With Identity. -Next the one bit of Real Art that I attempted to copy in glittery acrylics - Magritte’s ‘The Treachery Of Images’ or more commonly known ‘Ceci n’est pas une pipe’. The story not only of the Master’s experiences recently, but the story’s themes of hallucinations and deceptions; as well as being the symbol of Russian!Brigadier. -This patch is great isn’t it? A play on the Master’s apparent alcoholism or Russian blending in as you prefer, and of course, The Lighthouse of Martin!Doctor fame.

-Mikhail’s guitar for playing Brown Sugar and other ominous inference songs. -The formula triangle of Love, Food, and Music (I couldn’t think of a self-evident way to show his approach to food - Russian dumplings are, well, not exactly distinct). On its side so the glittery pink triangle points in a certain direction because he’s escaped places and I can do ominous inferences too Sweet. -Maybe controversial? There is a failed love story component in here though, that I just couldn’t leave unmarked. The Doctor, K’vo, and Jo all have their parts to play in that.

Now for the arms:

Here’s the right-side looking-on arm. -I repainted this mushroom patch to be the orange and green of K’vo’s. -You’ve already seen the long image of it above, so here’s just a snippet closeup of the motif that goes along both arms. Daisies linked in a chain with the words ‘daisiest daisy’ (if you wonder why everything’s outlined by the way, a) i like the style, and b) it makes glitter infinitely more legible and clearer to see if there’s a dark matt border around it breaking it up, especially with something as variable coloured as denim). There’s the sunflower in the middle because Margarita loves her sunflower seeds.

This is the other arm. Margarita holding a margarita in a margarita. What’s more to add? I used my shittest white (mixed with my fabric medium as everything else has been at every step) rather than @yesokayiknow’s excellent suggestion of Liquitex, which has saved me everywhere else, including those light patches. But here shitty kids basics acrylic is translucent enough to do some excellent work pretending to be glass and ice. The parrot patch has been altered to make the beak entirely black and her face red instead of macaw white, to keep her species ambiguous as literary theme demands.

To the back!

This Master Who logo is bigger, so it has the Master’s purple highlights like bruising.

Here is a small UNIT patch I modified to be a Russian one, globe focused on their continent (roughly). Sweet just translated the word ‘unit’ for Russian!Brigadier’s group, and the text is the re-cyrilliced version of that.

Skipping to the bottom…

Here referencing O’s collection of Doctor Information, Sweet adding to that with having distinct scrapbooks. ‘Manuscripts Don’t Burn’ is a line from Bulgakov’s The Master And Margarita (spoken by Satan in fact, mhmm) and became something of a rallying cry for oppressed Russian artists. I have ‘Author Unknown’ for the obvious meta with his and the Doctor’s memories, and likewise, the fact that flames are clearly present and burning lets the viewer come to whatever conclusion they like. #133 was chosen for the simple fact that in my copy of Bulgakov’s novel, and the one depicted on the front of the jacket, it is page 133 which starts the chapter The Hero Enters, where we meet The Master who has renounced all other names (who is very much, as Interference notes, the Doctor). They are glitter paint titles done on Hemline repair patches, black, brown, white, and navy blue. I know anything too painty on that area of the back will risk a lot of wear, and these are easily replaced when necessary (if still hours of lettering).

To the left most side…

This was the most expensive patch I bought, £12. But worth it. The mushroom stalk is silk.

Here I depicted in silhouette the scene of the Master climbing up to the Doctor on the giant mushroom. I chose silhouette so as not to draw the eye too much. I also added some 2ply black-black glitter cotton as part of his climbing equipment, attached on by some silver stitches for the…things I can’t remember the name of. It gives it a bit more 3D effect, but also keeps the thread close enough it shouldn’t pull on anything.

And at its base we have a reference to Mikhail’s chosen middle name. I chose to believe it’s relevant, Sweet’s too deep into this for it not to be. This is a cover I edited to highlight the namesake who actually travelled Russia and collected the tales of this book, and indeed, it does include the story of Koschei The Deathless. I edited the robe to be red instead of its original yellow, and added the quintessential Time Lord collar. But I think it’s perfectly passable. This is iron on transfer paper (dark) onto a very light grey polycotton to turn it into a patch. It…*cough* hasn’t had its edges finished or strictly been attached yet, but that’s a bit of handwork I can do as and when.

So finally back up to the middle

I’ve expanded out @spoonlesss-artbook fantastic angel-winged Margarita’s Master art. The Redbubble bag was only that big as it was (hemmed with bostik fabric glue like a true pro and attached as a panel) so it cut off a little, and it didn’t go the whole way anyway, so now we get some endings of the feathers, some all the way up to the arm of the jacket. I tried to blend it into the fire, one creature of both. And trying to get a multidimensional feel, boundary breaking. And again, very glittery irl so plays very well with the fire theme. It was fun when it came to colour-matching particularly the blue wing at the top, because the glitter gives it a bit of a sheen. I blunted it with a few careful washes of black so it still sparkles but is the right colour in most angles.

The Redbubble edit cuts @spoonietimelordy’s signature, so I copied it from the original and moved it over to the left side in some sparkly silver. Also internet doxxing my real life self on the bottom of the back as my own signature.

Doesn’t look like the sort of thing that would take weeks when you see it all together, but I’m really happy with it. I’m so grateful for everyone who’s shown their brilliant art to me and shared posts about painting all these years, cus it allowed me to absorb stuff and let me come out of the gate swinging! It feels thoroughly addictive. Even if I only know ‘use tiny brush’ for almost everything and glitter metallic is great for hiding sins. (And a ‘Ha!’ in the face of my mother keeping me away from it my whole life because of mess - I never got even a single speck on any clothes that wasn’t this jacket. I could’ve been doing this for years rather than just picking up a brush at the age of thirty-damn-one. But at least I’ve got it now).

And thanks to Matthew Sweet for feeding the worms in my brain too.

#the master and margarita #i am the master #matthew sweet #doctor who #dw fanart #the master #dhawan!master #jacket painting #mine #:)#(and you never ask a gentleman how much his patches cost)

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anqelically · 1 year

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after a hard day at work headcanons

featuring...! tecchou suehiro

content: no manga spoilers, comfort

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if i’m being real, it would take a lot for this man to be tired out after a day of work. i do not doubt that he has plenty of stamina and patience to deal with anything

but, of course, there’ll always be a day that burns out everyone. this day happened to hit tecchou hard. a group of criminals was hiding amongst the crowd of civilians— plenty of innocents got caught in the crossfire, and the hunting dogs were the ones that had to deal with the clean up

yes, he and the others were able to save most the civilians and complete the mission, but it doesn’t change the fact that the men, women, and children he fought to save were either left terrified or dead

tecchou comes back home (you) in the early morning. he found you laying on the couch asleep. it was safe to assume that you were waiting for him

he’ll drape a blanket over your body before he goes to change out of his uniform. so when he comes back to lay next to you on the couch, he’ll be surprised to see you not there

instead, he can find you in the kitchen taking out a cold bottle of water. with one glance at him, you could tell that today’s events truly hit hard

“you’re up,” the hunting dog looked at you with relief flooding through his eyes. “did i wake you?”

with quiet steps, tecchou joined you in the kitchen. his hands gently find their way to your face, and you can only look at him softly as he stares into your eyes. eye contact— it was his way of checking if you were okay or not.

“don’t mind me, love. how about you? i heard about what happened on the news,” you frowned.

with such an incident, it was impossible for it not to be covered on the news and multiple papers. even on social media, you saw that there were some people blaming the hunting dogs for being unable to protect everyone. yes, their bodies and abilities were amazing, but they were still human too.

and as humans, they won’t always be able to save everyone all the time.

“here,” you handed him the water bottle, “drink some and then you can tell me about it from your point of view.”

tetchou explains how the day went in the comfort of your shared bedroom. you’re sitting across from each other, your hands soothingly holding his, as he talks

once he finishes and you’ve heard the complete story, you’re lovingly holding each other. his right hand held the back of your head and the other was wrapped around your waist as both of your arms were simply wrapped around his torso

your proximity from each other was his reassurance that you weren’t one of the people in a body bag

tecchou doesn’t find himself hungry when you ask if he is, so he’s prepared to just lay in bed with you for the night (or morning)

his arms hold you close to his body as he tries to sleep. you make sure to gently play with his hair so he can fall asleep first :)

“goodnight,” you kiss him on his forehead like he always does to you, “my love.”

you make sure that you can spend the day together as soon as possible, and that’s hopefully the next day

tecchou appreciates anything you do in order to ease his body. setting up a bath for him to cooking a meal— he appreciates it all

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hello ~ about your series asymmetrical warfare will there be a bruce-jason reunion? what was their dynamic before jason died? does bruce treat jason as his greatest failure the way he did in comics? (ignore if spoilers ofc) thanks!

Hi anon, thanks for your ask! Great questions (really respect that you went for the meaty one right out of the gate there /pos). Let me start out by not answering your questions at all, and I’ll work my way up to some answers.

I’ve mentioned in other posts that I don’t have a concrete outline in place when I write. There are things that I know will happen in Asymmetrical Warfare, and things that I know absolutely will not. In between all of that, there’s wiggle room, a lot of wiggle room. Something that I love about writing fanfiction is that, to me, it’s this neat form of collaborative story telling. At it’s core, AW is my version of the batfam and the story I want to tell about them, but it’s very much influenced by readers and the fandom at large (mostly via its tumblr presence). Comments on ao3, asks on tumblr, random internet convos, the comics I read, all of it influences how I think about AW. (For example, Harm Reduction basically exists solely in response to ao3 comments.) It brings a complexity and richness to AW that wouldn’t be there if I was alone in a vacuum writing the ‘verse from start to finish.

So, how does that relate to your questions…

will there be a bruce-jason reunion?

I honestly don’t know. Most of AW has the ‘identity porn’ tag attached to it. The ‘identity reveal’ tag doesn’t start coming in to play until the end of what I have sketched out so far. When I think about what comes after that, it’s all fade to black. I can make an educated guess based on core character traits, what’s happened so far, and the fixed events/timepoints I know are coming. But, it’s still open to infinite possibilities. At least until the timeline advances further and more details get locked down. The Storm, the arc that comes after Territorial Disputes (the companion piece to Guerrilla Tactics), is a pretty big inflection point. It’s also, you know, not written yet. 😉

what was their dynamic before jason died?

The granular details here are still evolving in my mind, but it’s built on a backbone of a mixed pre- and post- crisis Bruce and Jason. Jason was adopted at 12. They had a father/son dynamic. Bruce was genuinely trying to be a good dad, and he succeeded a lot of the time. Things got rough later on in Jason’s teenage years.

does bruce treat jason as his greatest failure the way he did in comics?

I’m not sure if you’re referring to how Bruce treated Jason’s memory during the period while Jason was presumed dead in the comics, or how Jason is actually treated post his reappearance in the comics, but here’s what I’ll say with respect to the former and AW. The AW Batcave has a Robin memorial with a ‘good solider’ plaque on it. AW Tim is well versed in the dangers of being reckless via the object lesson that is Jason Todd. Sometimes, late at night, usually after a bottle of whiskey or a dose of the good painkillers, AW Bruce thinks about how his greatest failure in life is actually how he’s chosen to cope with the death of his son.

Thanks again for the ask, anon! Hopefully this was as interesting to read as it was for me to write! My ask box is always open 🩵

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Title: “15 Minutes” (7/?) Author: @ageless-aislynn Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: Dr. Keyes would like to have a word with you... Series: How to date a Spartan (without even trying) Rating: T (PG13) Length: 2,317 (this chapter, 17,750 total so far) Spoilers/warnings: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N: Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. Yet again, it's been a hot minute since the last update and I apologize. I have to say, though, that this was a huge disaster an adventure to get this here to you, my friends. Full note available at AO3 if you'd like to hear about it in full. I've said this chapter would have a cliffhanger but it kinda doesn't... Not the one I intended, anyway. I had to cut the chapter in half but the benefit of that is that chapter 8 should hopefully be along shortly. If you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

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You woke from your light doze just before the alarm went off. You quickly deactivated it, not wanting to disturb John, who was still sprawled across your lap. But that slight motion brought him immediately upright anyway, doing a quick threat assessment of the room in what was clearly a deeply ingrained response.

All soldiers developed that to some degree but you couldn't help but wonder if he had ever in his entire life been allowed to feel safe.

I doubt it. I bet none of them have.

You didn't know anymore about how Dr. Halsey had run her program than the average marine did but what you did know, especially from being around John and the rest of Silver Team, was enough to make your heart clench in sorrow.

But when he looked at you, you smiled, not wanting that to show. "Feeling more rested?" you asked lightly.

"Feeling foolish," he said, relaxing out of the alert posture to sit more naturally next to you, scrubbing at his face with the heel of his hand. It was an unexpectedly adorable gesture and you considered yourself lucky to see the formidable Spartan with his guard lowered.

You reached up to smooth back his hair, though it was honestly too short to be mussed. He leaned into your touch. "Nah," you murmured. "Even the Master Chief has to sleep some time."

He gave a wordless hum as if he didn't want to out-right disagree with you.

"In fact," you went on, "I prescribe a few more hours of shut-eye, either here or back in the Spartan quarters."

"I'll head back, that way I can walk with you to the marine barracks."

"Sounds good."

While he got up to retrieve your boots and his, you tried to hurriedly massage some feeling back into your numb legs while his back was turned. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad. After all, you would definitely do this again, if given the chance. Would he? You didn't want to ask and sound overeager.

Once you'd reached the barracks, he kissed the back of your hand, that soft look in his eyes that you adored.

"Permission to hug the Master Chief even though there are probably several marines spying on us at the moment and it'll be juicy gossip for the next day or so?"

His mouth twitched. "There are at least three trying to hide in the shadows through the door, two around the corner at the end of the hall and I'm fairly certain a couple of ODSTs just swung by on a rope outside of the window. And yes, of course."

You practically tackled him around the middle and an indulgent chuckle echoed in the enhanced cavern of his chest as he gently embraced you in return, his hands large and warm against your back.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked quietly. "Maybe have lunch if our schedules work out?"

"I'd like that," you said, your voice muffled against him.

It wasn't easy to let him go. Once he'd disappeared around the end of the hallway, you went into the barracks. Everybody looked very pointedly not at you while also clearly talking about you but you didn't care. John was worth being the subject of whispered gossip and some not-so-whispered lewd jokes.

He was worth a lot more than that, indeed.

You had just clocked in when an officer wearing the patch of the Spartan Research Department appeared, calling your rank and last name.

"Sir?" you said, saluting and standing at attention.

"Follow me," he directed. "Dr. Keyes would like to speak with you."

You did your best to keep your face blank but, as you made the walk, it felt like your heart was sinking lower and lower until it was ready to drop completely through the deck. It didn't seem that there were many good reasons Dr. Keyes would have something to say to you.

The officer directed you to go through the lab doors, where you expected to meet an assistant who would tell you where to wait. Instead, you came face-to-face with Dr. Keyes herself and snapped a hasty salute.

"Good, you're here," she said. "With me, please."

She led you into what was presumably her office and tapped in something that brought your face up onto the wall monitor, along with a very in-depth readout of your career in the UNSC.

"Dr. Halsey had quite a file on you," Dr. Keyes said, scrolling down to show that the information went back to your childhood and included statements from friends and family.

You managed to keep the ridiculous question of whether she had been considering you for the Spartan program from leaving your mouth. "Why was that, ma'am?"

"She noted that Master Chief was showing a preference for you to assist him at the Brokkr stations." She studied you for a moment. "You didn't realize?"

You shook your head. "I'm aware that Chief asked for me once but I thought the other times were random."

"They were not. He's asked for you to be read in on several very classified subjects," she went on to your surprise. "Can you tell me why I should consider granting his request?"

"No, ma'am, I can't," you said honestly. "I don't need to know things that are above my pay grade."

"Apparently, Chief feels differently. Are you and he having sex?"

Fortunately, your unflappable medic side stepped up to field that question. "No, ma'am."

The corner of her mouth twitched. "You know, I didn't know Master Chief could splutter until I asked him that same question. Why not? Is there some dysfunction?"

"None that I've encountered," you said, "and, well… I can’t speak for him but for me? I’m enjoying the journey. No need to rush until things feel right."

For a moment, you felt like a bug pinned to a board under the weight of her gaze. Dr. Miranda Keyes wasn't a big woman by any means but there was a fierce intelligence to her that was more than a little intimidating when she focused it on you. Regardless, you held firm, not allowing yourself to so much as twitch.

After a few slightly interminable seconds, she released you. "If there's a problem, make sure he knows to talk to me about it. Spartan physiology is… complicated."

"Yes, ma'am," you said, giving a crisp nod.

"Thank you for coming in to speak with me," she then concluded. "Chief will have my answer shortly. Dismissed."

The rest of the morning was uneventful. When you broke for lunch, you checked your padd for any personal messages and found one earlier from John.

117: Can’t make lunch, sorry. How about dinner?

He gave the time and his room number. You quickly sent back an affirmative, then tucked your padd away to enter the mess hall.

Jaime fell in with you as you took your tray down the line. “So,” he said, conversationally, “how was Dr. Keyes?”

He wasn’t typically the sort for gossip and you looked over your shoulder, arching an eyebrow at him.

Oh, she just wanted to know if I’m boinking the Chief, you thought with absolutely no intention of ever saying that out loud.

Somebody behind you both snidely interjected, "Well, you know she wasn't trying to recruit her as a Spartan," and several people laughed.

"Get bent, Erica," Jamie fired back. "You're just salty because your boy Finch is still the biggest joke in the UNSC over trying to send Chief into battle without his butt plate."

"Oh, I'd say your girl there is doing her best to be Chief's butt plate!"

There was a moment of quiet as everybody processed that.

"Nope," someone finally muttered. "That makes no sense."

"I'd be careful who you insult. You know that Spartans continually monitor security comms, just waiting to hear something they don't like, don't you?"

You looked up at the new voice in the conversation and Kai's friend winked as he passed by, leaving several hushed voices in his wake.

"You think that's true?"

"Nah, no way. No. Maybe?"

"That's gotta be real, man. I heard Private Jenkins say he didn't think Spartan Riz was a real redhead and the very next time he was in combat, she made him trade his full DMR for a mostly dead Covvie plasma pistol!"

"So Spartan Vannak could've heard Robinson say that she wants to climb him like he's the tallest tree on Reach?"

"Well, if he hadn't before, he has now, idiot!"

"Ow!"

You shook your head slightly, meeting Jamie's gaze, and he shrugged. Then you both continued on down the line while the others bickered among themselves.

While you ate, you and Jamie talked a bit of shop. He didn't repeat his question about your visit to Dr. Keyes, probably feeling bad he'd opened you up to unwanted comments, and you didn't mention it since you really weren't certain how to answer. You still couldn't fathom why John was asking for you to be read in on something classified.

After lunch, the rest of your shift saw you in your erstwhile office, cataloging spare parts and writing up requisition orders. It was fairly repetitive work and made a long day feel even longer.

The second you were off-duty, you headed back to the barracks at a brisk pace. Then, in less than 15 minutes, you were striding out the door, freshly showered and dressed in casual civvies.

You'd hurried so that you would have time to swing by the commissary before arriving at his room with a few scant seconds to spare. As he opened the door, you presented him with the small vase of assorted flowers, all sadly having seen better days but the selection had been quite thin.

His smile brightened as he accepted, stepping aside so you could enter. "What are these for?"

"It's a house-warming gift," you said, "though I'm not sure that anything can beat Kai's."

The replica Needler was still sitting on the nightstand and someone, presumably Kai herself, had replaced the flowers with fresh ones. Regardless of its greater size and better appearance, he moved it back and put your slightly droopy offering front and center. "Thank you," he said and there was something wondrous in his tone as if he'd never gotten a gift before. Maybe he hadn't from anybody other than a fellow Spartan?

The solemn thought was bumped from your head when he crossed the room and leaned down to hug you.

"Thank you," he repeated and this time it was a shiver of breath against your ear.

"You're very welcome," you murmured back.

When you finally parted, you at last noticed the rest of the room. "Hey, is this what I think it is?"

"If you think it's a picnic, then yeah," he said, gesturing at the blanket spread on the floor with a UNSC branded ration box in the center. "Since our other date was interrupted, I thought maybe we could try it again?"

He gave a gesture and the opening scene of the movie that had been shown in Tchakova Park was projected onto the wall, paused and ready to go.

His expression was uncertainty mixed with hope and you smiled, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "I'd love to, John."

You ended up not starting the movie right away so you could catch up as you ate. He'd apologized that the ration box wasn't a proper basket and that all he'd been able to procure on a short notice had been some basic fare but you'd assured him that it was by far the best picnic you'd ever been on.

"I had an interesting summons from Dr. Keyes today," you said as you unwrapped your chicken sandwich.

He groaned. "Sorry I didn't get the chance to tell you about that. I just asked her this morning and I didn't think she'd move so quickly."

"Why do you want me to be read in on classified intel? You know I understand there are things you can't talk about. I'm all right with that."

He inclined his head. "I'm not," he confessed. "There are things that are important for me to be able to talk about with you because you... You're important to me."

He looked down briefly, then back to you, as if not sure of your response.

His admission made the words briefly stall on your tongue. "Well, then," you finally said, "I hope she'll clear me. You're important to me, too. Very."

He smiled shyly then straightened, clearing his throat. "Did she ask you the sex question?"

You laughed. "Yeah."

"What did you tell her?" His tone was perilously close to scandalized.

You repeated your reply and he nodded thoughtfully.

"Enjoying the journey," he echoed. "Yeah, I like that. That's a good answer."

After you'd eaten, he set the ration box out of the way. "Now," he said, "I didn't think an extra blanket was required but, if you should happen to be a bit cold, you're welcome to--"

As soon as he held out his arm, you realized what he meant and scurried over to him.

"You never know," you said, snuggling in. "A cold front might blow through at any moment. It's best to be prepared."

He kissed the top of your head, giving a wordless noise of agreement, and settled his arms around you. The movie began as if by magic.

By the time the credits ran, you were half-tempted to ask if he wanted to watch it again, just so you wouldn't have to move. You couldn't remember ever feeling so warm, happy and at peace before.

He abruptly tensed, sharply saying, "What?" as if someone had spoken something alarming in his ear.

Before you could ask, the chirp of a critical alert for emergency deploy went off.

It was yours.

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and-claudia · 1 year

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Joel Miller X pregnant reader Sneak Peek!!!!

Here’s the link to the Taglist I’ll be using: Click Here

For the actual story here are some of the warnings I know for sure will be in it: age gap! (Reader is around 25ish), pregnancy (obviously), ANGST!!, cannon typical violence, spoilers for the show (I know nothing of the video game tbh), possible smut (most likely), so it WILL BE 18+.

I will not tag any logs that do not have their age listed (or at the very least 18+).

I was sitting down, leaning against the wall of the cave. My back hurt and my feet were screaming in pain. Without having to be asked, Joel was coming over to undo my laces for me.

“We can rest tomorrow.” Joel offered, looking up to me.

I shook my head as the tears welled up in my eyes from being exhausted.

“We rested two days ago. We need to make up lost time. I’ll be fine.” I insisted.

“Yn, it’s okay, we can rest for the day. The QZ isn’t going anywhere.” Joel said.

I shook my head again, “Joel, it’s not just about getting Ellie there. We need to get to a decent enough civilization before this baby comes which honestly I don’t know when that’s going to be… I don’t know how much time has passed… I don’t know how far along I was when we left… Joel I haven’t even seen a midwife… our baby could have so much wrong with it… I only know they’re alive because I can feel them move…” I took a deep breath before the true crying started, “I should’ve listened to you and stayed in Boston…”

“Sh, no. None of that. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.” Joel said, holding me in his arms, “There’s nothing wrong with our baby. They’re strong and healthy, I know it. I feel them moving around every night. They’re just fine, I promise you.”

Im tagging @fan-g0rl bc duh 😂

I’m also tagging the following bc they commented on a post wanting to be tagged if anyone wrote something like this story will be so they will hopefully see this: @rhaenyrasgf @vxnyaa @mrknightt @rosemirrors @ministark @kaitieskidmore1

#joel miller #joel miller x reader fluff #joel miller x reader #joel miller x pregnant reader #tlou show #joel tlou #joel miller the last of us #joel the last of us #joel miller tlou

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drifting-away-in-space · 25 days

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✨potential season 3 spoilers✨

Trying to gauge interest! I’m working on a Crosshair x Jedi! reader! It starts between episode 3 and 4 and goes to the the time between episode 5 and 6! I don’t wanna give too much away, but I can give you the summary!

After being injured, You find yourself stuck on Pabu waiting for the boys to return after receiving an encrypted message from who they think is Omega. What you don't expect is for them to return with a second person who once had been lost. Tiny bit of angst, fluff, and a little bit of sass ensue.

I’ll be finishing it up within the next week, hopefully, I’ve still got quite a bit to write, but as of right now it’s 4.5k words long! I expect it to be around atleast 5-6k words! It’s also very dialogue heavy as it was supposed to be a character study and then I got carried away!

If you’d like to be tagged if or when it goes up, please let me know!

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anqelically-archived · 1 year

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Taking care of tecchou after a very hard day please

after a hard day at work headcanons

featuring…! tetcho suehiro

content: no manga spoilers, comfort

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if i’m being real, it would take a lot for this man to be tired out after a day of work. i do not doubt that he has plenty of stamina and patience to deal with anything

but, of course, there’ll always be a day that burns out everyone. this day happened to hit tetcho hard. a group of criminals was hiding amongst the crowd of civilians— plenty of innocents got caught in the crossfire, and the hunting dogs were the ones that had to deal with the clean up

tetcho comes back home (you) in the early morning. he found you laying on the couch asleep. it was safe to assume that you were waiting for him

he’ll drape a blanket over your body before he goes to change out of his uniform. so when he comes back to lay next to you on the couch, he’ll be surprised to see you not there

instead, he can find you in the kitchen taking out a cold bottle of water. with one glance at him, you could tell that today’s events truly hit hard

“you’re up,” the hunting dog looked at you with relief flooding through his eyes. “did i wake you?”

with quiet steps, tetcho joined you in the kitchen. his hands gently find their way to your face, and you can only look at him softly as he stares into your eyes. eye contact— it was his way of checking if you were okay or not.

“don’t mind me, love. how about you? i heard about what happened on the news,” you frowned.

and as humans, they won’t always be able to save everyone all the time.

“here,” you handed him the water bottle, “drink some and then you can tell me about it from your point of view.”

tetcho explains how the day went in the comfort of your shared bedroom. you’re sitting across from each other, your hands soothingly holding his, as he talks

your proximity from each other was his reassurance that you weren’t one of the people in a body bag

tetcho doesn’t find himself hungry when you ask if he is, so he’s prepared to just lay in bed with you for the night (or morning)

his arms hold you close to his body as he tries to sleep. you make sure to gently play with his hair so he can fall asleep first :)

“goodnight,” you kiss him on his forehead like he always does to you, “my love.”

you make sure that you can spend the day together as soon as possible, and that’s hopefully the next day

tetcho appreciates anything you do in order to ease his body. setting up a bath for him to cooking a meal— he appreciates it all

note: while i was writing i forgot what i originally was supposed to write 😭😭 came up with this, so i hope it’s good 🙏🏻 thank you for the request bestie, love you!! <3

reblogs are heavily appreciated! (especially since this post isn’t showing up on tags)

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