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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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Saw you write for yanderes and nancy wheeler. Could you write some of that. Because my lesbian heart can’t live without it. (Make the readers pronouns gender neutral tho) <3

I need to write so much more for Nancy we love her

Yandere Nancy Wheeler x reader

“Hi honey!”

Nancy excitedly put down the bowl she was carrying, setting the salad on the table and coming to greet you at the door. “What’re you doing here?” Nancy bounced in her step as she jogged over, her eyes so bright, and smiling so genuinely happy to see you!

You only stood in your position by the door, Nancy softly gripping your arms and leaning up to kiss your cheek, although she had to rush back for her pot on the stove. But she still smiled at you, the entire time she bounded back.

Nancy had managed to get her own home with her job at the paper now. It was smaller, but easier to move out her family home, when she had to make plans that hopefully, you’d want to move in with her one day too. Even though you two had only been dating for a few months. Although that was going splendidly. Plus, not only do you two get your privacy now, in Nancy’s own home, but it shows that she can provide for you.

Nancy didn’t think you were coming over tonight. You’d actually told Nancy to come over to yours this morning because you weren’t coming to visit tonight, and Nancy said her day was wasted if she didn’t see you. In fact, the days where you told her ahead of time you wouldn’t be able to see her, Nancy would always plead with her begging hands underneath her pouty lips, because you gave in nearly every time you could. And if you didn’t, even though Nancy would run to your side the next day anyway, she’d lay dramatically on you, after you abandoned her the day before.

But you kept walking forward, only staying at the entry to the kitchen, quiet. And at you not following her in, that’s when Nancy’s bright expression dimmed a little. She messed with the dials on her stove, looking over at you. “What’s up?” You didn’t seem upset, but you were too quiet. There was something you wanted to say. Nancy was an expert and reading you nowadays.

You bite down on your lower lip, looking up to the sky to give you strength, as you crossed your arms over your chest, your knees bouncing. You never thought you’d have to have a conversation like this. Why would you? Who the fuck thinks they would? Especially not when you’re with your sweet Nancy. Who you came to love because of how good she was, and how she protected the innocent as well, with her having her upside down fighting side. But you knew being confident was the one way to go in this situation. Especially knowing if you faltered, all Nancy would do is be by your side, and show you the best parts of herself all over again, to try and be there for you, and right now all you need is some answers. “Something weird happened today at work.”

“Oh?” Was all Nancy said. And you couldn’t read her expression, but she was still looking at you, between finishing her dinner.

“Yeah.”

You stayed quiet on purpose. You could see you leaving it there was ruffling Nancy’s feathers. And with no further explanation, Nancy looked up at you properly. “Well what happened?” She asked innocently. Although in a slightly non committal way, like she wanted to know what you knew, but also did not want to be talking about it. Nancy remaining so unopened, only made you bite down harder on your lip. You’d draw blood if you weren’t careful. She was confirming something by staying so blank.

You sighed slowly. “Remember Alice? From work?”

Now you could see Nancy pursing her lips. The slight white to her knuckles over the wooden spoon, even from here, her eyes pointed, and her brows pinched.

“Yeah?” Nancy added, and this time she stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue. Her eyes swimming in her simmering pot.

“Well they told me something weird.” You just needed answers. What you’d been told today had been... strange, shocking, actually. And you went straight home from work to ask Nancy about what was happening.

“Oh? And what’s that, sweetheart?” Nancy asked, tilting her head and her eyes inquisitive. Turning off her stove because her meal was done, and leaning against the countertops by it to hear what had gone on in your life today.

“Well they looked... they looked scared, to be honest baby,” you kept your eyes on your girlfriend “they looked haunted, or actually, hunted.”

Nancy gave a curt nod. But she only crossed her own arms over her chest, matching yours as she leaned back to listen.

“She came in all sweaty, super late, we didn’t even think she’d be in.”

Alice had been new at your work, you two had spoken several times, but never for long, and she hadn’t known you’d been in a relationship when she asked if she could take you out on a date. You’d said no and explained, and she’d been very sweet about it! Apologetic and brushing it off as an of course type of exception. Obviously you were planning on keeping just some boundaries for now, in case there were any lingering feelings or anything, although that didn’t seem to be the case, it just seemed like a mistaken attempt. Even Nancy had said you were hot! Who wouldn’t want to ask you out? Because you’d of course told her about it when she picked you up from work that night.

They were okay with how it was, and you weren’t upset, and neither was Nancy, so it had been fine. You thought even maybe you two could be friends at work one day. But when she’d come in today it was shocking. But you didn’t even know shock... not until she told you why she was feeling this way, why she looked so shaken up.

“She said that you came to pay her a visit.” You spoke clearly.

Nancy’s fingers stopped fiddling with her watch. Her head lifted up to you, and both of you were frozen, hearts beating, on opposite sides of the kitchen.

“She said that you said something? That you threatened them, and scared them.”

Nancy’s eyes widened. She was sure her quick breaths were audible to you, but they weren’t. All you could hear, was the ticking of her clock. When all you wanted was her explanation.

“Nancy she said... she said that you backed her into a wall, you told her to stay away from me and all of that, that you’d do something about it if she fucked up again, that I was yours?” Nancy knew you hated possessive language. You wouldn’t even call Nancy ‘yours’ yourself, and it was just a pet peeve you had. You had it way before you noticed at the very beginning of your relationship, that Nancy liked the slightly more possessive pet names, but you thought you’d nip it in the bud, just in case, and she’d always respected your wishes. This though, was something else entirely. “Nancy what the hell?”

Nancy had waited outside for this girl last night. Having asked you when you mentioned what had happened, what department she worked in. You probably thought Nancy just wanted to know how much you two would be working together, that that was the tiny bit of jealousy that was just peeking through Nancy’s facade. But Nancy knew the hours of every role in your company. She’d studied that place hard. Mostly to make sure they were up to code, they’d treat you well enough with their rules, if there was ever a legal loophole that meant you could be getting paid more, if you still wanted your job. But Nancy knew this girl left work two hours after you. Which was great. There was no chance you’d bump into Nancy right then.

Nancy had waited a couple of days since you told her, so it wasn’t obvious, no matter what she ended up doing to this girl, but she didn’t have it in her to wait longer. What if this person kept trying?

Nancy thought she’d be able to give up some of her more, unsavoury, ways, now she was finally with you. But it just made her even more anxious to lose you, now she knew what having you was like. And while she knew you’d never cheat, not you, not sweet, kind, perfect you, others however, couldn’t be trusted. Not if they’d hurt you.

She walked out her car, trying not to slam it, and instead be quiet as she followed the girl around the corner of your building, till she turned to the most secluded side of it, and Nancy popped out, having circled to cross her off the other way. Nancy explained who she was, a hand to her heart and a smile on her tilted head “Hi! Yeah I’m Nancy, y/n’s girlfriend. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

It was unnerving to Alice, because Nancy never stopped sweetly smiling.

Nancy had stood there, telling her that she heard what she did, and hoping there’d be no miscommunication in the future. Alice kept walking forward, and had a good few inches over Nancy, who only stood in place, with her hands innocently behind her back. It seemed Alice didn’t want to talk though, apart from a few uninterested, unsympathetic, and cavalier words, and telling Nancy to basically just go away. And when she reached Nancy’s side, she rolled her eyes as she kept on going.

Nancy’s smile fell.

Nancy grabbed her from behind, with all her practiced skills, and pushed her down the path and into the wall, with her forearm sticking against the girls throat. At first it was so she wouldn’t scream, but Nancy kept it there. The entire time she talked.

She’d hoped to only have to have a talk with her. To just test the waters of if this person was going to respect you or not. To set everything straight with just a chat. That would then be all she needed to do. Nancy and you, and her, could’ve been happy, with her far away. Sticking to their department. But with the way she was acting, how remorseless she was, like she’d even do it again just to spite her, how she was completely dismissing what she did... well, Nancy was already there.

Now Nancy was letting her see how upset she’d made her.

But back in her kitchen, back with you, Nancy was shocked to hear those words coming from your mouth. Nancy wouldn’t be able to handle if you looked at her that way, if you knew. But the way you looked at her signified you only wanted answers, if not being slightly hurt, and shocked at what was going on.

Nancy felt just as surprised to hear she hadn’t apparently convinced this girl enough to not talk to you again, to not tell her about their little meeting. Unless she was trying to be your hero... Nancy cracked her own knuckles clenching her fists, before rushing forwards to hold yours more carefully.

“Baby... baby I’m sorry.” Nancy holds your hands in hers, looking up at you with her bitten lip, sadly.

Your face was falling, you didn’t know what happened. Why Nancy had acted like everything was normal. By her reaction, something had happened. Your heart was plummeting.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you. I should’ve told you when I bumped into her.” Nancy shook your hands up and down, her eyes pleading on yours.

“You did? When?”

“Last night.” Nancy answered, truthfully. Well apart from the fact seeing your coworker was a coincidence.

“Nance we hung out last night, and this morning. How come you didn’t tell me?” Your body slunk, a slightly disappointed tone in her not communicating about this.

“I know! I know, I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to say. I felt bad. Like I was a bad person.”

“Why?” You asked, suddenly feeling your fingers get very stiff, trapped in your girlfriends hands.

While you were laser focused on Nancy though, she was sighing shakily, bouncing a little as she looked only at your joined hands. “Because I think I did act a little jealously. And I know you don’t like that but, but when I said who I was, and how I knew her, she- she didn’t even seem to care! About what she’d done!” Nancy sighed more frustratedly now. Looking away and to the side with a grunt.

And this time you swept your hands over hers, pulling them closer to your chest, and getting and Nancy to look at you. “You’re okay. Jealousy is... it’s normal, you know babe? As long as it’s not unhealthy. Just-“ you took in a deep breath, stretching on your tip toes, before settling down again. Holding Nancy’s hands firmly to your chest, while you kept your eyes straight on her. “Just tell me what happened. Please. That’s all I want.”

“I know. I know honey, I’m sorry.” Nancy quickly kisses your hands in apology, leaning forwards towards your torso instead of pulling them away though. Sighing through her nose.

“So I bumped into her outside of your work, and she was actually being incredibly rude, she does not seem nice darling-“ Nancy pointed out with her wise eyes direct on you, but she continued on. “And she basically was like ‘I don’t care who you are and that I asked your love out boohoo’.” While Alice had in fact said none of this, that was how Nancy felt she was thinking anyway.

“And I just asked her to stay away from you. - For now” Nancy quickly added on. “And that we were serious, I mean I know it’s only been a few months, but I told her that we were in love, and asked she wasn’t going to keep being all romantic or flirty with you, right?” Nancy looked up at you, her eyes getting glassy.

But now you were sucking in your lips in a less tense way. You loved Nancy too. You’d both said it already. But you were always so glad Nancy seemed to be just as in the relationship as you were. That your wonderful girlfriend truly loved you with her whole heart, and was proud of it.

You brought one of Nancy’s hands up to your cheek, the seriousness forgotten for a moment as you just wanted her to hold you, your other joined hands leaning on the top of your belt. And Nancy whimpered as she held you, her head tilt causing a tear on her left to spill. Her smile coming back as she quietly “Oh”‘s at you. At her love.

“Well.” Nancy starts up again, and you can hear the slight change in her voice, after she let a tear or two slip. “When I was talking, the girl sort of backed herself into a wall when I was moving forward.” Nancy still remembered her elbow scraping on the concrete wall as she pinned the girl, never mind what their head would feel. “You know how I can come off as intense sometimes, you said yourself it was very badass of me, how I sometimes come across as threatening. Probably from years of dealing with the upside down shit, as well as everything else.” Nancy gives a small laugh, and in sharing memories and trauma, and love, with you, you give one back too.

“I knowww. You can be scary when you want too Nance.” You lightly chuckle.

But Nancy’s hand moves of her own accord now, coming to stroke at your jaw and chin, before gently holding it.

“Do I ever scare you?” Nancy asks so sincerely. Eyes still sad, but like she’s genuinely seeking your answer. She just holds you, getting you to look at her, as she does you, even though that’s all you ever want to do.

“Only in the good way’s honey.” You smirk, appreciating the glowing smile on Nancy’s cheeks. It was ridiculous to think you’d ever think that. You loved how badass Nancy was. She was confident, and cool, and sharp, and even though she could hold her own in places you’d less like, like during your small and short arguments, it was something you awed over Nancy for. You joked, because you couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Although you can easily imagine others being scared by Nancy. You didn’t even have to imagine it. You’ve seen Nancy scare people off, with a look - and with actual violence during times you were both fighting for your lives, and saving the world.

“Baby, you know me.” Nancy lets go of you, to place a hand to her heart, being able to smile even a little now, with an astonished look on her face. “Does it seem like I’d actually mean anything in that way?” Nancy asks you.

You find yourself shaking your head. Taking a step forward that Nancy had took back, and you catch the glee in her face as you do that. “Baby I get it. You’re hardcore. I think it looks great on you. I just wish you’d told me before I had a heart attack that lasted all day.”

“I’m sorry honey, you should’ve called me.” Nancy took both your hands another time, kissing them as she looked up at you, speaking with her lightly painted lips against your fingers. “You know I would’ve answered.”

“I know.” You smile, sighing tiredly, but still letting Nancy hold you. Your head trailing down as you think about it all, before you can collapse into your trusted girlfriends arms again. Nancy was probably just a little grumpy yesterday evening, and well, Alice doesn’t know Nancy. She can seem threatening. Technically she is a threat. But not to her! They didn’t realise Nancy didn’t actually hate her or anything, it all just seemed like a misunderstanding.

Part of you wanted to go over every detail of the ‘case’, think about other questions to ask now, in case later on if you thought of something and it would be like rehashing it all again, you wouldn’t want to make Nancy think that you don’t trust her!

Your head is still to the floor in thought. Your hands still in Nancy’s, but your feet shuffling, together.

But then Nancy moves forward with a small finalised sound in her throat, and wraps her arms warmly around you. Not too tight, nor too gentle, just a genuine loving embrace. Like the hugs she always gives you. Because she always hugs you with all the love in her heart.

You still had a few nagging thoughts, as you hugged your girlfriend lovingly back, unwavering feelings that wouldn’t flee, but, after three seconds of Nancy hugging you, and holding onto you, you melted that final bit more, with all the gushy love chemicals swirling around your body. Sinking you into the deep and safe love of Nancy Wheeler.

Fighting off any doubts you may have about your extradoinariy girlfriend. And god were her hugs amazing. And hearing her sigh turning into a giggle as she squeezes your middle oh my god? You didn’t deserve her. Although if you said that, you’d be in for an even longer talk right here while Nancy’s food goes cold. The last time you said that, and others where you said anything bad about yourself, well Nancy might’ve fought those accusations harder than the demogorgan.

Nancy’s so happy, she’s always so happy with you. A mix of a hum, a song, a laugh, leaves her lips, reverberating from her chest into yours. Her big blue eyes flitting between staying closed in complete content, or looking up at you with adoration, it would perfectly fit the smile on her face. She was happy having her arms wrapped around you, she loved you, and she had you holding her back too, with all your love. It’s all Nancy ever wanted!

But Nancy should have threatened them harder to not tell you. She should have been darker, like she knew she wanted. Let herself go further. Let them really know what would happen, if they dared speak to you again, but also if they told you about this. She shouldn’t have let them leave that easy without knowing.

She should’ve brought her guns.

Obviously Nancy can’t really do anything right now. If something happened to your coworker, worse than them coming in looking frightened, then you’d catch on.

But Nancy also couldn’t risk you going back to them! Relaying what she had said, and then have her adamantly opposing her word, or spilling even more details of what Nancy was like yesterday evening. Telling you about that side of her that she kept hidden from you, but still as a part of both your lives, for you. To protect you. To keep you safe.

It was settled. Nancy swayed you in her arms, smiling into your chest as she feels you laughing happily with that, dancing with her in the kitchen, none of you letting each other go.

Nancy would have to have another talk with this girl. A harsher one. But lucky for them - and again, lucky that it was only a ‘misunderstanding’ the first time they asked you out - it would still be just a talk. Mostly. If Nancy and this girl could behave straight. This time, so they know never to talk to you about her little chats again.

#also woohoo for my first lone Nancy fic/drabble! 🎉🥰#Nancy Wheeler/reader #Yandere Nancy Wheeler/reader #Nancy Wheeler #yandere nancy wheeler #Nancy Wheeler x reader #Yandere Nancy Wheeler x reader #Nancy Wheeler drabble #stranger things #ask #anon #3.5k

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iconuk01 · 8 months

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So You've Kidnapped Your Robin... What Next?

As an up and coming villain, you've captured your Robin. Well done!

It was likely to be less challenging than you expected it to be, as it happens a LOT, but you've still managed quite the accomplishment, so take a moment to congratulate yourself.. but make sure you've tied him up first, as many a nascent criminal career has been reduced to a one shot appearance by gloating instead of securing... As we say in these circles: "Be kind, rebind"... though I suspect that's showing our age these days.

So... now you have to decide what to do with the Teen Wonder.

Was the capture part of a plan? Or were you just winging it? Be honest, we won't judge.

Either way in your, now hopefully well secured, Robin you have a very aesthetically pleasing captive. Classically handsome, brightly coloured outfit (very useful for brand recognition) and clearly has never missed leg day in his life...

His mere reluctant presence is guaranteed to brighten any lair up, even if you just have him drugged and tied up on the floor...

Or bound and gagged in a corner... there are few who can match the Teen Wonder for radiating "pissed off damsel" vibes when he's being held captive.

If you, or your current crime spree, have already picked a theme, then we'd actively encourage you to make him part of it. He's got the RANGE!

If it's your birthday, tie him to a giant incendiary candle.

If you're going for a puppet gimmick, then the colourful costume makes for a perfect centrepiece...

Even for old-school classics like running a coven of devil worshippers, again, he can fits right into your evil scheme..

If it's just straightforward torture you're into (A little gratuitous perhaps, but there are worse things), then he has more than enough style of his own to make it work

And any off-the-cuff, impulsive, murder attempt can be livened up if your target is a brightly oufitted, acrobatic hero.

An old favourite is to make him part of your grander plan to torment Batman, whether it's a spur of the moment decision to use random giant props you have lying around

Or maybe as a distraction so you can flirt/fight with Batman

Or a complex plan to drive Batman insane with fake murders of Robin leading up to the real thing, your Teen Wonder will make a fine addition to your scheme whether in terms of quantity

or quality.

So never be afraid to use him to maximum advantage.

Of course, by now the more perceptive of you might have wondered how he can be put into so many different predicaments AND STILL BE AROUND!

This is a fair question and, as you might soon discover, has a fairly obvious answer: He's been in so many traps, because he's gotten OUT of so many traps! Batman often helps...

As do the Titans...

.. but he's resourceful and skilled enough to get out of a great many different varieties of restraint by himself.

So, in summary, our advice with your kidnapped Robin is this:

Make sure he's properly tied up before you do anything else! (Have you checked the knots on the ropes you used since you started reading this article? You might want to do that now... we'll wait.).

Make the most of your Robin for your high profile criminal advantage whilst you have him. (Don't take any other kind of advantage, that'd just be tacky. Supervillains may be criminals, and sometimes homicidal maniacs, but we have standards!)

Don't feel too bad if you don't manage to kill him. You won't be the first, you won't be the last.

If you DO manage it, congratulations! Though you now have every member of the JLA, Teen Titans and BATMAN after you... good luck with THAT!

So, even if he escapes, remember that with the Boy Hostage, there will ALWAYS be a next time!

#dick grayson #robin #the boy hostage #batman #teen titans #george perez #gene colan #walter simonson #trevor von eeden

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arvensimp · 1 year

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I want Different Kinda Jelly Pt. 3 so muccccchhhhh! Dom!arven is so hot.

I'm glad you like it so far!!! This isn't anywhere near done yet (i keep digging myself into a bigger and bigger hole), but here's where we are now!

Different Kinda Jelly Pt. 3

Jealous!Arven x fem!reader, ft. Leon - part 1 - part 2

"Can you make him go away?" Arven whispers. You can feel how hard he is against you, and fuck, you want it. You want him. At the same time though, Leon's at the door, and...

"He just bought us food..."

Arven groans, pressing his face into the pillow. "I'll go take a shower." And with that he gets up and storms into the bathroom.

For your part, you just need to pull your panties and pants back on and adjust your shirt before answering the door. As it swings open, you hear the rush of running water.

"H-Hey... Uh..."

"SO sorry I took so long. Got lost on my way there, but the food should still be warm!" Leon says as he barrels past you into the room. "Your boyfriend taking a shower then?" He asks as he sets the bags down on the table.

"Yeah... Ya know, long day, long flight..." You shuffle anxiously from foot to foot, trying to discretely position your collar in such a way that your neck is properly covered because as it stands, you're not entirely certain Leon won't be able to tell what you and Arven had just been up to. You haven't had a chance to check a mirror, but you're fairly positive you're going to be covered in bruises.

Leon nods, understanding. "Well hopefully he doesn't take too long! Would he mind if we dug in without him? I'm starved, really. Barely ate a thing all day."

"Uh..." You look over to the restroom door, as if it would give you some answers. "You can go ahead. I'll wait for Arven."

Leon shrugs. "Cheers then." He says as he fishes out a takeaway container and starts eating. "So! Like I was saying!" Leon bounds off, telling you in Galarian about all of the plans that have been made for this trip. You get a decent amount of what he's saying, having decided to study the language a bit more since your last trip, but even then, Leon tends to talk quickly, and his accent isn't the easiest for you to understand, so sometimes you need to slow him down or ask him to repeat himself or even speak in Paldean, which he happily does to the best of his ability.

It seems like he really is trying to get to know you better and be a better communicator compared to your last trip here.

After what feels like a lifetime, but in all likelihood was probably only about 15 or 20 minutes, Arven returns from the shower. He's got a pair of loose fitting sleep pants and a baggy shirt on, as well as a towel around his shoulders to help stave off some of the dripping from his hair.

He narrows his eyes at Leon. "Hey--"

"Hey, mate! Welcome back!" Leon greets him cheerily, fishing into the takeaway bags to pull out containers for the two of you. "Like I was saying earlier, so sorry I was late. I'm just pants with directions, ya know? Luckily the food should still be good and warm. Stuff's from one of my favorite curry places, and their chips are top notch. The owner and me are mates actually, and he's an absolute ledge, ya know?"

He speaks so fast and with too much slang for Arven to entirely understand. He just takes what looks to be a container of...curry? With french fries? and lets him keep talking.

The two of you open the container, and fuck, it really does smell good. You each grab a fork, dig in, and end up moaning simultaneously.

"Oh my god?"

"That's so good!" The two of you say at the same time, and Leon just laughs.

"What did I tell you? Was I right?"

You both nod, stuffing your faces with more of the delicious curry. Arven wipes a bit away from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "You said..." He swallows another mouthful. "You know the owner?"

Leon nods. "We're mates."

Arven gives him a confused look.

"Uh...friends?" He switches to Paldean quickly.

Arven nods, understanding. "I'd love to get the..." He pauses, pulls out his phone and does a quick translation. "Recipe..?"

Leon claps his hands together, thrilled. "Absolutely! I can see about bringing you over tomorrow if you like? Or..." He thinks and looks to you. "I may just have to give you an address. I'm not sure...with the press and all that."

Your boyfriend huffs, and you set a hand on his knee. Arven secretly thrills at the bit of contact from you in front of this guy. Leon sees it and at least has the grace to look apologetic. "I really am sorry...again. I promise, I won't do anything...ya know...untoward this time." He raises a hand. "Champion's honor. Or, well. Former Champion."

Arven gives him an unsure look, but silently goes back to eating, which seems to infinitely improve his mood. You do notice that he moves his knee over to touch yours and doesn't move it though.

So Leon and you continue talking. Or, really, Leon continues talking excitedly as you eat and listen to him, trying your best to understand his fast paced Galarian.

"And then there's Raihan. The banter from that one, I'm telling you. Ya know, you may have actua--" Leon pauses when Arven leans over just a bit and turns you to face him.

"Got a bit of curry on your cheek..." He tells you softly and low in Paldean, swiping it off with his thumb while still holding you in his grasp. "Say, 'ah'..."

Without thinking, you comply and open your mouth to lick the curry off him.

Then you realize what you'd just done.

In front of Leon.

And you turn red.

And you look to Leon.

He looks similarly embarrassed, his honeyed eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at you.

You look to Arven.

He looks incredibly smug. In fact, he's never looked quite so much like a smirking mabosstiff before, it's nearly shocking.

He leans in and kisses your other cheek. "Good girl." He says just softly enough that Leon likely doesn't hear the words.

There's a hideously long pause.

"So!" Leon starts. "I should probably get going, haha..." He clears his throat and stands. "We'll have a long week ahead of us, so, uhh... " He starts heading to the door.

You stand to follow him, and Arven follows suit, sticking close behind you with a lithe arm around your waist like a toedscruel's vine.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Leon?" You ask.

"U-Uh...Yup! Definitely." He replies, still refusing to meet your gaze. Behind you, Arven narrows eyes as his grin widens. "So, uh. Right-o! I'll see you then. Cheers!"

And he's out the door with a quick slam.

Arven only gives it a few moments before he bursts into laughter.

"Why would you do that?!" You ask, still as red as a tamato berry.

He snakes his arms around your waist. "C'mon, can you blame me? He's the worst!"

"He's not!" You argue. "He's kinda, I dunno...maybe not the brightest electebuzz in the bunch, but he means well."

"That dumbass didn't notice a single one of your hickeys until I literally put your neck on display for him." Arven tells you, still laughing.

"So that curry thing with your thumb?"

"Two purposes."

"Arven!"

"What?"

"You've just embarrassed him hideously!"

"So? Why should I care about him?"

"Fine. You've also embarrassed me."

Arven pauses and seems to come down a bit. "...I'm sorry. I just...I need him to get it, you know?"

"Get what?"

He leans into you, fixing his face into the crook of your neck. "You're...you're not his. You're mine." Arven doesn't say it meanly or childishly or even possessively. He almost says it like he's a bit frightened.

You squeeze him tighter into the hug. "I know I'm yours...and he does, too. He's really trying to be good, I think."

Arven hums. "Maybe. ...I did, uh...kinda like...showing you off like that. Is that weird?"

You sigh. "I don't think so, and I love the idea of you being more interested in PDA, but I'd prefer if we talked about it beforehand, especially in front of someone who has shown interest in me in the past. I... I dunno, I don't want him to feel bad."

"I do."

"Don't be mean. He's sending you to that restaurant to learn about curry or whatever."

Arven huffs. "Yeah, I guess."

#arven fanfic #arven x female reader #arven x reader

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hunterlilith · 12 days

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This one’s a little different, I want to flesh out my MC / OC a little more. Hopefully you still enjoy the read.

The Chronicles Of Lilith The Hunter: Rafayel focused

Waking up in a cold sweat, confused I turn around and the first thing I see is his face. With conflicting thoughts rushing through my head and fresh memories of us making sweet love last night. Spell bound I reach out to stroke Rafayel’s beautiful face, tracing his lower lip with my fingertip, remembering everywhere they explored my body the night before, desire spreading through my body. Stirring slightly at my touch, I move away from him. Shaking my head.

I wanted to wake him, to be consoled in his arms and to breath him in to remind me we’re still both here. But he was finally resting after days of not sleeping properly. Even in my terrified state, I rather him get some rest. So I left him asleep in our bed again. My conscious naggin at me that it wasn’t right.. My soul begging me to go back to our bed.

Sneaking out of his apartment, going to the beach. I wrap my silk robes around me as I sit down, the morning chill caressing my skin, giving me goose bumps as I push my feet into the sand trying to ground myself. Watching the sun rise over the waves, I try to rest my weary soul and calm my erratically beating heart. Closing my eyes, breathing in, I count in my head. 1, 2, 3, 4. Holding my breath, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 And finally breathing out, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Repeating it until my heart is back to normal. Opening my eyes, I sit in silence watching the rest of the sunrise. Thoughts churning in my head..

Since Lilith merged part of her with me, I keep dreaming. Actually, the dreams are more like nightmares. But occasionally I get the good one too. The confusing part is they seem more like familiar memories, they feel too real. I can’t tell if they are something that’s happened or something that’s about to happen. Rubbing my temples. -Can I see the future now? Or is her magic letting me gleam parts of a distant past?

I never get to see his full face, but those lips, his voice feels so familiar. Like an old lover caressing my body and soul.. His face, the daggers.. Shaking my head, it can’t be? He’d never hurt me? Still I’d know that face, his lips, his voice, his body and soul anywhere, it’s imprinted in my soul, marked on my heart.

Lost in thought, murmuring to myself. -I guess we have somethings we need to talk about, Twin flame.

Like why the sea constantly calls my name and why it begs me to come home?

#fanfiction #lads rafayel #lads #The Chronicles Of Lilith The Hunter: Rafayel

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Bam Walks ~ Jeon Jungkook

Your head shook as soon as the first bark came from Bam as the two of you walked through the gates of the park, with Jungkook gripping much more tightly on Bam’s lead to keep him under control. His hand reached out, allowing you to pass the toy that you had brought for Bam across to him for him to hopefully get Bam to let go of some of his energy.

Once Jungkook had placed the tennis ball in the holder to be able to launch across the park, he took Bam off of his lead. The wave of the ball in front of his face had Bam’s attention as Jungkook swung his arm back before launching the ball forwards quickly.

Bam shot off as the ball flew across the patch of grass, managing to find a clear spot for Bam to stretch his legs. With Bam off, Jungkook glanced across to you by his side, noticing your hand resting against the top of your bump as you took several slow steps, not wanting to exert yourself too much as you entered your final stages of pregnancy.

“We’re not going too quick, are we?” Jungkook asked you as Bam returned, taking the ball out of his mouth and placing it back into the holder to throw again. “We can sit down on the benches like we usually do if you want.”

“I’d like that,” you weakly smiled across to Jungkook, “I think I might need a bit of a rest before we turn back around to head back home again today.”

Jungkook nodded straight away, more than happy to do whatever you wanted to do as you continued to try and get yourself out and about with your growing baby bump in tow.

“You want to go again?” Jungkook as Bam as he bounded around in front of Jungkook, desperate for him to throw the ball once again.

A chuckle came from you as Jungkook threw, “he’d do that all day long I reckon.”

“I’m far too tired to do that all day long,” Jungkook laughed in reply to you, “I can’t imagine management will be too happy if I show up with a pulled muscle tomorrow.”

Your eyes rolled as Jungkook pointed to the back of his shoulder, “if you pull a muscle throwing a dog toy, I might just find myself questioning what it is that you’re actually supposed to be doing whilst you’re at the gym.”

“I’m working out ready to protect you whilst you’re pregnant.”

“No one protects me quite like Bam does though.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement as Bam arrived back again, “he’s got his eyes looking everywhere, he’s suspicious of just about every little thing in this park.”

“He doesn’t stand for any nonsense,” you laughed, running your hand over the top of Bam’s head, “I quite like knowing that I’m safe with him around me all the time.”

“Me too, two protectors are better than one, especially whilst you’re pregnant too.”

As Jungkook threw Bam’s toy yet again, an elderly couple walked past the two of you, stepping aside so that you didn’t have to move. With an appreciative smile on your face, the lady couldn’t help but enquire about your bump, stopping the two of you from your walk towards the benches as you answered the questions that she had for you.

However, as soon as a laugh came from you, a pair of eyes were looking up and across at you. His ball was forgotten as Bam came running over, sitting himself right beside your bump, with a firm stare on the couple as they continued to talk to you.

“It’s alright,” you smiled across to Bam, moving your hand over the top of his head once again. The man stepped forwards to try and stroke Bam too, but as he moved a little too closely to your bump, a loud bark came from Bam, warning him off unintentionally, getting the wrong end of the stick as to what the man wanted to do.

“Sorry, he’s a little bit protective,” Jungkook told the man, looking around for the ball as Jungkook expected to find it in his mouth or dropped to the floor.

Bam’s bark was taken as a cue by the old couple to leave the two of you alone, wishing you well with the final stages of your pregnancy before walking away, leaving the three of you frozen, with Bam still watching to make sure that they walked off properly.

“Where’s your ball?” Jungkook asked Bam, unsure as to where it had gotten to, as you looked over the field, noticing a few white stripes lost in amongst the high grass.

“I think the ball was forgotten about when protective mode switched on,” you laughed, pointing Jungkook in the direction of the ball that was lost in the middle of the field

“I’m going to have to get that, aren’t I?”

“Bam had more important things to do,” you joked.

Jungkook’s head shook as he began to walk off to get the ball. “Go and sit on one of the benches, I’ll be there once I’ve got this stupid ball back,” Jungkook told you, with Bam making no effort to go and get the ball with Jungkook too.

“I’ve got my sidekick with me to get me to the benches,” you smirked, watching Jungkook’s eyes roll as Bam yet again positioned himself right by your side.

“He’d be glued to your side if he could be I’m pretty sure.”

Your head shook as you made your way across to the bench, taking slows steps. Your strides were matched by Bam who took things nice and slowly to keep his eye on you, even as you sat down, sitting as close to your feet as he possibly could to stay by your side.

“That was so embarrassing,” Jungkook announced as he joined you a few moments later, “that old guy looked like he was terrified when Bam started to bark at him, for no reason too.

You couldn’t help but let your smile grow, “I know he’s protective, but I wasn’t expecting him to bark at someone in public like that, he jumped out of his skin at the noise.”

“It made me jump too, and I saw it coming.”

Once he was sat down on the bench beside you, Jungkook placed the ball back into the thrower again. He raised it up, but Bam didn’t move, unsettled by the elderly couple, he wasn’t quite as sure about leaving your side as he was when he entered the park.

With a bit of reassurance from Jungkook though, he was soon able to throw the ball in the same direction again, with a slightly hesitant Bam rushing off to go and get it, with the aim of being away from your side for as little time as he possibly could be.

“Do you reckon he’ll be as protective when the baby arrives?” Jungkook honestly asked you. “I mean, if he’s like this whilst you’ve only got a bump, imagine what he’ll be like when we have an actual baby. No one will ever be allowed to go near the baby unless it’s you or I without being barked at first.”

A laugh came from you as Bam came bounding back towards you both, completely unaware of what he was doing, aside from doing his best to keep you both safe.

“He’s protective Kook, but honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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ninja-muse · 10 months

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As you can maybe tell by the three reviews I posted in July, it was a good reading month! Overall, at least. I still had a couple “this was fine” and one DNF, but there were a lot of hits and I read more books than I have the last few months.

So, highlights: The Hollow Places was fantastic, as was Bookshops and Bonedust but for very different reasons. If you’re worried that Baldree won’t be able to repeat the magic of Legends and Lattes, stop now. It was pure cozy delight. March’s End didn’t get a review simply because I already had three coming, but it was also very good. It examines family dynamics and the realities of a portal fantasy world in a very complex, adult way. The characters are believable if not necessarily likeable, the world-building is great, the writing is strong… all the things.

But between March’s End, The Hexologists, and The Hollow Places, I needed a lot of lighter books to balance, as you can probably tell by the rest of my list. I enjoyed pretty much everything! I’m just sorry I didn’t like the Sanderson more but I guess that’s a sign he isn’t an author for me since I didn’t like the last book of his I read either. I’m also a bit sorry I couldn’t get into The Atlas Six because so many people love it, but I dropped it in a Little Free Library and it got snapped up almost instantly so hopefully it’s found a better home.

So that was my unhaul of the month! I … did not do well with my book haul, or perhaps I did too well with it. The Odyssey and Thud were both damaged books that came in at work and I couldn’t say no. Thud has some wear to the cover; the Odyssey has some uncut and weirdly bound pages I’ll need to slice open. (Have I read and do I own other editions of both? Absolutely.) Love in the Time of Serial Killers was an unexpected rebound—I originally got it as a reading copy and passed it on to a coworker, who sent it back when she’d finished.

And then, well. There’s a new bookshop opening in my metro area. They’ve taken over from a used bookstore and have to sell off its stock before they can properly move in their own. I had to go help out, right? I couldn’t find anything in their SFF section I wanted but still left with three books: Gaudy Night, Evelina, and a collection of Molière. I went with friends, the same day we saw Barbie. ’Twas a very good day, all around.

And last but not least, I have started on one of those long, dense reads that will last ages. I’ve had Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century on my shelf for years and made it a goal to finally start it this year, since it’s totally up my alley but also huge and academic. There was a point in July where I didn’t want epic stories, light stories, or narrative non-fiction, so I figured that was as good a time to start it as any. I’ll probably read a section or two a month, whenever a similar mood hits.

And now without further ado, in order of enjoyment…

The Hollow Places - T. Kingfisher

Kara moves into her uncle’s museum of weird after her divorce, only to discover another universe behind a wall.

9/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (gay), disabled secondary character

warning: body horror

Bookshops and Bonedust - Travis Baldree

Viv is recuperating from an injury in a sleepy town, where she finds a struggling bookshop, new friends, and a mystery. Out in November.

9/10

🏳️‍🌈 main character (sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic)

March’s End - Daniel Polansky

The Harrows have been tasked for generations with protecting a fantastical other world, but now the family is fracturing and that could endanger everything.

8/10

major 🏳️‍🌈 character (lesbian), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic), African-American secondary character

warning: toxic family dynamics, commentary on colonialism

Imogen, Obviously - Becky Albertalli

Imogen puts the A in Ally and that’s fine. Then she visits her best friend in college and meets a girl….

8/10

🏳️‍🌈 main character (bisexual), main character with anxiety, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (nonbinary, pan, lesbian, bisexual), Jewish secondary character, Brazilian-American secondary characters, secondary character with ADHD, Japanese secondary character, Black secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 author, #ownvoices

warning: biphobia, discourse

The Hexologists - Josiah Bancroft

The Wilbys get more than they bargained for when they’re hired to find a lost royal heir and stop the king from baking himself into a cake. Out in September.

7.5/10

possibly biracial main character

The Bookbinder - Pip Williams

When World War I pushes Peggy out of her routine, she’s forced to choose: a life binding the books of the Oxford Press or a life studying them?

8/10

major autistic secondary character, disabled secondary character

warning: war, injuries

The Nobleman’s Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel - KJ Charles

Rufus is the new Earl of Oxney, saddled with a crumbling estate and a bitter family. Desperate for a good secretary, he hires Luke—who has a hidden agenda which doesn’t involve tupping the boss. And yet. Out in September.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 main characters (demisexual-gay, gay), main character with dyslexia, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (gay), minor Black British character

warning: toxic family dynamics, abuse

Weird Rules to Follow - Kim Spencer

Mia starts to notice that she and her best friend are living very different lives, with very different expectations from the adults around them.

7/10

Ts’msyen protagonist, Mexican-Canadian secondary characters, Ts’msyen secondary characters, Gitxsan secondary character, Ts’msyen author, #ownvoices, 🇨🇦

warning: racism, alcohol abuse

A Man and His Cat, Vol. 3 - Umi Sakurai with Taylor Engel (translator)

Kanda begins to deal with his emotional baggage, with the help of his cat and a fellow teacher.

7/10

Japanese cast, Japanese author, #ownvoices

Bookshop Cinderella - Laura Lee Guhrke

Evie is quite content as a spinster with a bookshop. Duke Maximilian has wagered he can make her the diamond of the season. This is a strictly platonic alliance, of course.

6/10

The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook for Surviving Medieval England - Brandon Sanderson

An amnesiac man wakes up in a country that may or may not be Anglo-Saxon England with an exploded guidebook. Good thing he has ~*~Mystical~*~ ~*~Powers~*~™.

6.5/10

Persian secondary character, Chinese-American secondary character

Picture Books

The Skull - Jon Klassen

Otilla finds a large house in the woods inhabited by a talking skull, so she helps him in return for shelter.

🇨🇦

DNF

The Atlas Six - Olivie Blake

Six ambitious magicians compete for a coveted place at the Library of Alexandria.

🏳️‍🌈 main characters (multisexual); Black-British, Cuban, Japanese, and Persian main characters; Filipino-American author

Currently reading:

Kill Show - Daniel Sweren-Becker

A teen goes missing after running back to her school bus for a bag. Forget podcasts: time for the reality show! Out in October.

warning: missing child, murder

The Wager - David Grann

A secret mission in the Age of Sail. A shipwreck and a mutiny. The perils of the sea—and your fellow man.

Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.

Stats

Monthly total: 11+1 Yearly total: 75/140 Queer books: 4 Authors of colour: 2 Books by women: 7 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 1 Off the TBR shelves: 1 Books hauled: 6 ARCs acquired: 4 ARCs unhauled: 6 DNFs: 1

January February March April May June

#books #booklr #book reviews #book recommendations #rec lists #reading wrap-ups #read in 2023 #my photos

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relatable-trxsh · 2 years

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What We Came Here To Do pt. 3

The 100 EPISODE 2 Pt. 1

A/n: I'm so sorry it took me too freaking long to get this chapter out. I started a new job and it's honestly kicking my ass. But hopefully, now ill be able to get chapters out more regularly.

Summary: Y/N Kane was a mechanic apprentice that worked under Jake Griffin and Sinclare until Jake gets floated and you get locked up for treason. Now you are part of the 100 getting sent to earth. Of course, you miss your best friend Wick but is stopping your dad Marcus Kane from coming down to earth worth losing Wick forever, the hot (totally not a guard) Bellamy Blake thinks so, so you just might follow him.

pt. 1 pt. 2

Finn Third Person POV

Finn was in utter shock, he could bring himself to move or even think properly until he felt someone pulling on his arm.

“Finn we gotta go.” It was Clarke, he kinda forgot she existed for a second.

“We can just leave Y/n!” He felt tears well up in his eyes. Clarke shook her head.

“We’re not alone here Finn, we will come back for her but right now we need to make sure we don't die.” Finn quickly wipes his face and nods before following the group quickly out of the forest. Finn turned to look back until you could no longer be seen.

“Who are they,” Finn asks no one in particular. “What are they?”

“We are so screwed” Octavia whines a little. Just as they go to keep walking they hear a loud scream.

“Y/n, she's alive!” Finn whips his whole body toward the scream. Clarke grabs his arm.

“Wait, we stay out of the trees.” Finn nods and they all run back to where your body was supposed to be but it was gone.

“No! Where is she?!”

“They took her.” Clarke says in disbelief. Finn looks at Clarke with anger in his eyes.

“We shouldn't have left her!” Clarke puts her hand on Finn's shoulder.

“You need to calm down Finn. If there's a chance we can get her back we will.” He nods.

“Fine, let's get back to camp.”

Y/N POV

You kept your eyes wide open, trying your best to keep track of where the large man was dragging your bound body but it was getting harder and harder to keep them open until finally, they closed for good.

When your eyes finally opened again you were in a cell of some sort. You tried shifting to sit up but a sharp pain shot throughout your whole body causing you to scream out.

“Oyo nod we” You looked up at a beautiful woman with long brown hair.

“I-I'm sorry, I d-don't under-” You had to pause, coughing up blood. “I don't understand.” She crouches down wiping some blood from your mouth.

“You failed to stay awake.”

“Why am I here?” You ask quietly.

“That's a great question. Why are you here? Where did you come from?” You looked at her unsure if you should answer. The woman grabs your bloodied face and lifts it up.

“Answer my questions little one and I'll let you go.”

“I came from the sky.”

“Are there more of you?” You nod.

“We didn't know there were survivors on the ground.” She nods. “Well now you do so you should go back up to the sky.” You cough up more blood and start to lose consciousness again.

“We…we cant…” Your words trail off as you fall back into uncousciness.

Finn Pov

Exhausted, they made it back to camp. There was a circle of diliquents and shouting. Finn watched Clarke as she rushes over to the group. At the center of it was Wells and Murphy. Wells seemed to be disliked by most of the diliquents for one reason or another.

“Wells let him go!” Clarke shots, immediately gaining everyones attention, everyones except Bellamys whos attention was focused on the crowd. Finn watched as Bellamys eyes go from Octavia, Jasper, monty clarke, finn, and back to Octavia. It was like he was counting heads.

“Octavia are you alright?” Bellamy walked over to her helping to support her.

“Yeah I’m okay.” He helps her to sit down.

“Wheres Y/n…and the food?” He looks to Clarke just knowing she would have the answers.

“We didnt make it to mount weather.” Octavia says while looking at her leg. Clarke walks over to examine it.

“What the fuck happened out there?” Clarke signs looking up at Bellamy from where she was crouching on the ground.

“We were attacked. Y/n was attacked. She went across the water to ge to mount weather and was shot by a spear.”

“How is that possible?” Finn takes this as his que to join the conversation.

“Were not alone down here. There are others, people that survived the nuclear apocalypse.” There were a few gasps and whispers. “But forget about that, right now we need to focus on getting Y/n back.”

“Why need to get your little girl friend back.” Murphy laughs nudging one of his friends.

“Shes one of my best friends and she was shot by a fucking spear dick head.” Clarke puts her hand on Finns shoulder.

“Were gonna get her back.” She looks back at Bellamy and furs her brows.

“Did you take off your bracelet??” She reaches for his wrist which Bellamy quickly dodges.

“Ask him.” He nods towards Murphys direction.

“How many?” Murphy gets a cocky grin.

“Twenty-four and counting.” Clarke scoffs.

“Youre an idiot! The ark is dying dont you people understand that?! Do you guys want all of your friends and families to die up there, our farmers and doctors? Because thats whats gonna happen. Those wrist bands are the only thing keeping us and them alive!” Bellamy scoffs.

“Dont listen to her, shes one of the privileged. Were are stronger than she gives you credit for. That wrist band on your arm makes you a prisoner. They say theyll forgive you’re crimes, but I say your not criminals!” The delinquents all cheer and clarke rubs her face knowing she lost this fight so she starts heading to the dropship.

“So whats the plan princess?” Finn asks catching up with her.

“We go get Y/n.”

~Taglist~

@gaymansruse @severa-kane @slut4bradley

#bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake #the 100 #the 100 bellamy #the 100 clarke #bellamy x reader #octavia blake #the 100 finn #the 100 imagines #john murphy #bellamy blake imagine

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forthesanityofstorytellers · 1 year

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The Tutor Disapproves

(I'm working out a new WIP idea focused on Lyra and decided I might as well just post as I go. No idea how far Imma get but ya'll can be along for the ride, lol)

Context: Introductory piece to Lyra, princess/high-ruling noble of a set of islands. She does not like this position one bit.

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Lyra stared up at the open sky, watching the clouds drift on by. She wanted to be like those clouds. Free to soar in the open spaces. Not held down by rules or regalia or circumstance. Free to be whoever and whatever they wanted. Only tugged by the winds.

“Princess!!”

She grunted at the voice below, flicking a pointed ear as she tried to ignore the callings of her tutor. “Princess!” The calls were getting louder as they got closer, Lyra rolling over and grabbing at a blanket to try and cover herself so she wouldn’t be seen.

“Ah, princess!!”

“Aimoupon!!” she shouted, to which her tutor let out a gasp.

“Princess!” he chided. “Language!!”

She pushed the blanket off herself and sat up, crossing her legs and looking down at him from where she sat. “Don’t fret at me Qwkas. It’s just a word.”

He frowned, rubbing at one of his ears as it quivered. “And where did you happen to hear this, ‘just a word’?”

She flitted her wings as she waved a dismissive hand. “Just…around.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Would it happen to be down by the waterfront?”

Her wings flitted again.

“Conversing with the workers?”

Her ear twitched and she flicked it.

“Where you’re not supposed to be?”

She frowned and folded her arms. “My family rules these islands. Doesn’t that give me the right to be wherever I want to be?”

He sighed. Rubbed at his ear again. “Of course it does. But the way of the outlanders is not our way and they must be held to station…which doesn’t include talking with–” He stopped talking, Lyra twitching her ears as she realized she was making faces again, mouthing the words with him. She smiled as the tips of her ears flickered up and down.

“Sorry Qwkas.” She forced the words out, knowing that she would get in trouble if she kept it up much longer. It’s just that she’d heard the same speech a hundred times before and it never changed.

Her tutor crossed his arms and stared at her for a moment. Motioned for her to come down, her wings fluttering as she lifted herself from the soft top of springy perch and flew down gracefully to land next to him. He sighed and brushed a bit of hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

“You are the youngest in a long line and a large family,” he said softly. “If you cannot learn to behave properly, the world out there will do more than lecture you. I am simply trying to prepare you so that does not happen. Are you so intent on fighting me, Keroi?”

She frowned a little at the name. The affectionate and yet proper title to address her as. Ever proper, her tutor. Even in affection.

She folded her arms. “No,” she finally admitted. “But can we do a lesson we haven’t done before? Please? I’m tired of the politics and the manners and the estates. Tell me something interesting. Like maps. Or food. What do the outlanders do for fun? Are there games they play?”

He frowned a little in thought, glancing at the bound copy of notes in his hand. “I suppose…we could look at a few maps. You’ll need a better idea of where you’ll ultimately be going, at any rate.”

Her wings flittered in anticipation. Yes. She’d managed to talk her tutor into teaching her something interesting. World maps were something they’d covered briefly, and he’d dismissed them before. But they fascinated her, thinking of all the places she’d never been. Hopefully places she would get to glimpse on her way to being bound for life at the feet of an outlander noble.

And, hopefully, some place she could disappear into. Escape the tradition of shackles. Well and truly be free to choose her own path, princess or not. Surely there was a place out there that could meet her needs. Surely.

#Lyra #unnamed WIP #General Waywordness #writeblr #my work #amwriting #snippets

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Husk comforting you bc of parental issues on Mother’s and/or Father’s Day

I’ll see myself out 🚶

- 💃

Wait, no, come back, I could use this one

I'm trying not to vent too hard about my own personal issues here, but yes, both Mother's Day and Father's Day are rough on me for different reasons, and Husk is bound to hear my venting, especially if I start drinking. I might get... especially weird on Father's Day, considering my crush on Husk might be partially due to a complex I have there... hopefully he can deal with me, maybe either indulge me or smack some sense into me, depending on what would help more.

I'm just glad that Charlie has issues with both parents. That sounds awful to say, I know! But she seems like the type who, if she did have a good relationship with both parents, wouldn't understand how anyone could not want to celebrate their parents! Don't you love your parents, Irk?

"Well, I mean... I was an accidental high school pregnancy, neither parent really wanted me, bio dad bailed before I was born, mom was too troubled to really deal with a kid and kept moving us in with various trash humans who I refused to call dad by the age of 10, she's gotten a little better in some ways but still treats me in ways that others would call emotionally abusive but that I think I'm too fucked up to judge properly, so..."

Don't know where mom's going when she dies. Dad's already dead, he's definitely down here, I don't want to see him, he wouldn't even recognize me anyway. So leave me the hell out of Mother's Day and Father's Day, thank you.

(I've seen enough headcanons of Husk having a shitty home life himself, so depending on what the canon really is, maybe we can relate on that front. Sadly there are times a birth parent is a dud, after all. But even if I never had a father, now I have a daddy, so it's fine~

...there's also my own headcanons about Husk being a bit of a shitty husband and father in life, so I'm sure Father's Day is a punch in the gut for him as well... never actively abusive, god no, he adored his family, but his issues rendered him emotionally absent at times, and by the time he died he hadn't seen his own daughters in decades...)

#irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts #irk got asked a thing #irk talks to strangers #okay yeah I rambled a bit. oops.#i'm fine really. it's just what my normal was

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TES Rescue & Rehabilitation Program

True North Equestrian

Week II (Pt. I) - Sweet

Max showed up bright and early the very next day as promised to take care of Chava’s overgrown hooves. “Doc sent me the radiographs,” The farrier said in lieu of a greeting, hefting her tools out of the bed of her truck with a soft grunt. “That horse is gonna need orthopedics.” Blunt as always. Pidge, who had gone out to meet her, gave her a fond look as she pulled the barn door open. “What happened to doctor-patient confidentiality?” “If you wanted that, you shouldn’t have taken in a charity case. Or spent the entire week living in a vet stall. You know Doc’s a gossip, especially when a bleeding heart like you goes and pulls a stunt like this.”

Pidge made a face at her. “Stunt? I’m not the only one who signed up to take in a rescue, you know. There’s a whole network and everything. We’re in a Discord server.” Max rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. That horse was practically dead on arrival. And then you went and got attached right off the bat, and sang it a lullaby, and then it came back to life? People are starting to think you’re a Disney princess or something.” The walk to Chava’s stall in the foaling hallway was short. While Max laid out her gear, Pidge stepped into the stall and coaxed Chava to her feet. “You’re gonna feel so much better in a little bit, baby,” She crooned, slipping a halter on the mare. “C’mon, let’s go meet Max, huh? She’s gonna take care of you.”

The skinny mare followed her without fuss, each teetering step slow and painful. Hopefully much of that pain would be relieved after today.

“God Damn,” Max whistled lowly as she took in the state of Chava’s hooves. Without preamble, she leaned down to take a closer look. “Poor thing. And she was taken from a truck bound for the kill pen?” “Yep.”

The farrier took hold of one of Chava’s feet. Pidge expected there to be some resistance, but Chava gamely let her lift it, wobbling slightly on her three remaining legs before finding her balance. “She’s used to having her feet touched,” Max observed, “And she’s got very good manners.” “That’s what I’ve noticed,” Pidge agreed, “She’s polite and laid back, and leads like a dream. She’s got training. At some point in her life, she was well taken care of, before… Well. Before.”

“Mmm,” Max hummed, before reaching for her tools. “Alright, sweetness, let’s see what we can do for you- hey! Excuse you! Ma’am!” She squawked - for Chava had leaned down to rest her big head across the farrier’s back. “-I take it back, you’ve got terrible manners!”

Pidge laughed. “Oh, by the way, Max - she’s a cuddler.”

“Jesus Christ, Pidge,” Max grumbled.

It took Max the entire morning and part of the afternoon before she’d trimmed poor Chava’s hooves back into a manageable state, taking off the overgrowth at the toe and trimming back the heel so the skinny mare could stand properly. Her relief was evident almost immediately. Of course, one trim wouldn’t be enough to re-align her hooves, but regular trimming would get the hoof wall and coffin bone back to being parallel.

“I meant it when I said she needed orthotics,” Max said as she strapped a shiny blue boot onto each of Chava’s hooves. “These will provide proper support while the soft tissues of her feet heal up.” “Thank you, Max,” Pidge said earnestly, eternally grateful to have such a good farrier and friend.

“Ugh, don’t get soppy,” Max grumbled, but her cheeks were flushed. “-Anyways, I’ll be back in a month to trim her again.”

Once Chava’s feet were taken care of, Pidge was finally able to get her bathed. Aisha, having just finished up working with Altair, joined them in the wash bay. Between the two of them, they managed to slough away the thick layers of sweat and muck on Chava’s body. Pidge also took the opportunity to bandage the gash on her knee.

Chava enjoyed the spa treatment so much that she dozed off right then and there, her head propped on Pidge’s shoulder. The show of trust made Pidge’s heart flutter.

“So there is a horse underneath all of this mud,” Aisha joked as she worked the skinny mare over with a body brush. Chava’s coat, dull from neglect and malnutrition and peppered with smaller scars that had been otherwise hidden by the filth, was a shade of brown that revealed she was actually bay in color. “It is amazing just how sweet she is, even after all she’s been through. All these nicks and scars- someone hurt her, and yet, here she is, giving us her faith unconditionally.”

Pidge gently stroked the mare’s muzzle, feeling blessed to have been given such a gift by a creature the world had so utterly failed. “I think we got very, very lucky,” she admitted, “-Just as she got very, very lucky. I’m so glad she’s here with us. I wish I knew what happened to her.”

“Well…” Aisha trailed off, looking to Chava’s left flank. “-You might get your wish. There’s a brand here.”

Pidge’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes- it says ‘ST’?” Pidge gently eased the dozing Chava’s head off her shoulder so she could circle around to look for herself - and sure enough, upon her haunch was a hauntingly familiar brand bearing the letters ‘S’ and ‘T’, above which hung a distinctive crown.

“... Oh, God,” Pidge breathed. “What? What is it?” “I-I know that brand,” Pidge whispered, horror twisting in her gut. “I need to make a phone call.”

#the equestrian sims #ts4 equestrian #ts4 horses #rescue & rehabilitation program #ts4 #ts4 simblr #true north equestrian

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somuchbetterthanthat · 2 months

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For precisely five minutes and 30 seconds after what Leon can only describe as his second death, he feels a very deep sense of inner peace; a gentler, softer echo of his certainty that death was the only choice he could make, all those years ago.

Then, somewhere near him, a voice goes: "ugh. I am starting to think the narration likes you too much. Aren't we supposed to be rid of each other now?"

Leon blinks; suddenly he feels more corporeal than he has in ages; if he concentrates he can feel his muscles tensing, his fingers trembling, his heart... beating. He blinks again, and looks at the figure in the shadow, whose lips are pursed in a disgruntled pout.

"Aren't you the Narrator?" he asks, and oh, his voice is rough and tired. "My story has ended. I made sure it was ending properly this time."

"Well, apparently, the crowd wants more," the Narrator points out. "And we get to explore what comes after-after death! Isn't that fantastic. I truly thought we were going to pursue the more capitalist themes of the story, especially with you gone. This is highly disappointing. Theology can only bring so much money."

"I'd rather you just left me to - where are we?" Leon cannot help but ask. He sees so little in here; he is real, and the Narrator looks real, solid in front of him, despite blending in shadows in his long overcoat.

The Narrator's eyes shine bright. "I don't know!" he says, and it sounds a bit too annoyed and honest for him, because he adds in a very over-the-top cheer: "Hopefully, your own personal hell! At least that would make for some entertainment."

Leon sighs. On a whim, and despite knowing it shouldn't work like that anymore, he tries to reach for his siblings - for Nica, Dimitri; when he's only meet with silence, he tentatively tries to call for Gemma.

"You gave them up," the Narrator points out, sounding lil more happy now that he can be properly mean to him. "Again. It's not about you anymore buddy."

"Fine," Leon says tiredly. "I'd rather their minds were fully their own anyway. I hope they can --" then, he blinks, once more. "Oh," he says, slowly. "Oh. We were bounded, weren't we?"

"Oh please, haven't we done enough mush feelings with your loved one in the previous episode? Come on, Leon -"

"No," Leon cuts him off. "No, I mean, you and I. We were bounded."

There's a beat of silence. Just terse enough that Leon almost laughs in relief. "Well," says the Narrator. "Truly I'm flattered, Mr Stamatis, but you did deny me each time I tried to flirt with you before-"

and oh, that makes Leon laughs, for real. "You don't have access to them anymore either," he notes and the Narrator's pout grows uglier. "It's just a setback," he snaps. "A little hitch in the story; bonus content."

Leon's eyes crinkle with satisfaction. "Perhaps," he admits. "Or we've ended up in your personal hell after all."

#LET ME DREAM #me? randomly writing Greater Boston fanfic on a monday morning?#so much more likely than you'd think #greater boston #gb stories #your honor. i'm not ready to give them up

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Hello!! First off, I'm really sorry for not responding back to you earlier from my last ask. I got really busy with irl stuff that I didn't get the time to reply. But if I can still send in my answer, you don't need to apologize about the leash thing with sirius!! I should have realized that sooner lmao, but thanks for clarifying. Also, you definitely have a point that arcturus has so much potential to be a good, bad, or grey character. Besides his constellation, there's also his special magic, how he takes such a long time to get back to mc when he excuses himself from them, and the Shepard thing. These could be building up to something big later on in the story, and I'm equally terrified and excited. Side note though, I saw your comic about vega and vanessa and it was so good!! The layout felt so clean, not to mention the way you drew out their emotions was a critical hit to my heart!!

Also also, if you don't mind me asking on your opinion on this, what do you think are the effects of mc being imprinted with the sorcerers? Besides the boost in power ofc.

Apologies for the long text, hopefully I didn't bother you with this. Take care!!

OMG HEY ANNON!!! It's so good to see you again!!! ^w^)/ And please, don't apologise for not replying before, real life takes priority and I hope you are doing well

The Sirius thing was such an innocent mistake and well, it is a saying that not a lot of people are familiar with and use, so I really get what caused the confusion, Arcky, I think if he does indeed turn out to be a villain, would he be with the void on purpose or was manipulated, hm another Tumblr user, who's user I am forgetting at the moment, but all credits to them for this pointer, basically what they said was Arcturus is the protector of the bear, Summoner is represented with the bear constellation, so I think the void did wipe his memories and are now using him as a way to get closer to summoner, I mean so far everyone lives the way their constellations do

Also thank you so much!!!! I was really hoping you would see that comic TvT and I feel really happy that it was impactful, I don't know how to actually put this in words, sorry of if I can't say it properly, but yeah, I am really happy!

Now I think the best way to explain an imprint is that it's a very magical form of "red strings of fate", more so a promise to protect the parties imprinting and a way to ensure it than anything else, like the pact in obey me, it's a power scaler(?) Like you make pacts and if you learn how to use them, you can draw power from demons and make them do what you command, that's not what I think an imprint is, like Spica said, it's an oath to protect

For the imprints, so far we know bits and pieces for what makes them special, firstly they allow partners to feel each other's feelings, you have any idea how hard it would be to hide crushes? Jokes aside that means that there must be a while lot of trust between people before they imprint, Spica did a gigachad move, respect, because he just let us imprint with him without knowing us much

If we take Alpheratz's words at face value, multiple imprints are not possible, or at the very least not common, he looks so surprised that our heart was entwined with others, that or he was just surprised at how many imprints we had even before a week at Contell, this could be explained by the time loop theory, which if you didn't know about, is that Sirius is a time loop character, goes back in time, which creates a different timeline, the good stuff, that explains why summoner has so many pacts already, if the bonds carried over everytime, but honestly speaking, that actualy leaves more unanswered questions, why was Sirius surprised he got summoned? Why did us coming to Bound arlyn ruin his plans? So I am a little skeptical of this theory

I think that is what makes summoner a summoner, plus the entire potential of being able to summon stuff that are not under the same relam as constellations, hence so special, but then why these 6 specific guys? Which is why it's not a 100% disagree on taht, just skeptical

Third and personally my favourite, angst warning and it is a little morbid, so don't read this if you are uncomfortable:

you can't harm an imprinted partner or you get harmed yourself, it has so much angst potential (I love angst actualy) out of everyone, Sirius has the heighest potential, imo, to use this if he ever finds himself in a clutch, not because it's an easy way out for him, mind you, but most likely because it's the best way out for summoner in case the void catches them in a clutch (yes I do live for angst) plus if the time loop theory is correct it's not much of a risk either, plus storytaco has a reputation of having a high chance to kill any character, even MC has no plot armour

Sorry for the long reply, I kinda get in the whole flow TvT

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight headcanons

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i think a huge problem with the whole “fanfic doesn’t need to alone with your own moral code” argument is that people are using if to defend things like racism. and that i don’t get. sure everyone has different morals but hurting marginalized groups especially if you don’t belong to that group is objectively wrong. i think it goes past just morality

hey! i think i understand where you're coming from, and i talk in this post about my view on the best course of action if you are concerned that a fic is genuinely perpetuating harmful stereotypes or rhetoric. it is very late at night for me so i don't have time to write another entire essay, but just one thing i want to say before i lose the thought.

i tried to make it as clear as possible in my post that i think good art is a conversation. this means good art will sometimes engage with difficult topics in a way that may make you uncomfortable, and as long as it's properly tagged, it is up to you whether or not you read it. do i think people should put effort into researching and sensitively portraying topics that they have no personal experience with? absolutely. but because fanfiction is a hobby and is often not thoroughly edited and whatnot, people are inevitably going to fuck up. i think, because fanfiction is meant to be a community, it's important to go into it giving each other the benefit of the doubt and assuming that people are trying their best. for me, when i come across something that i find offensive or inaccurate, i typically assume the person is uneducated or has some internalized biases they need to work through, and not that they are actively trying to perpetuate harm.

however. that being said. what you're referring to is racism. with everything i just said in mind, i'm going to assume we are on the same page about what racism is here--which means actively feeding into a harmful stereotype or rhetoric, rather than just discussing racism within the context of the story in a way that may be triggering for some people on a personal level, but is properly tagged and warned so that each reader can make the best decision for themselves about whether they are in the right headspace to engage with heavy material (does that make sense? hopefully i am explaining that difference correctly.)

if we're talking about racism, in that context, then that falls outside the bounds of what i said in my previous post about morality and art. that is because racism, by definition, is doing the thing that i said bad art does--it is presenting a set of moral guidelines and telling you to accept them as truth. it is not a conversation; it is not inviting critical thought; it is pushing the narrative of white supremacy and expecting you to agree with it. racist art is bad art. full stop. and it is bad art because it is not a conversation, it is a fucked-up set of moral guidelines.

for me, personally, when i am evaluating like....the morality of a piece of media, what i come back to is the question of conversation. i am wary of any art that tries to sell me a narrative as absolute truth and expects me to swallow it. but i am open to engaging with topics that make me uncomfortable, as long as they are presenting those topics in a way that is clearly meant to make me think critically and ask questions and draw my own conclusions. when i say fanfic doesn't have to align with your moral code, i mean that i think it is okay and even healthy sometimes to read about characters who do and say and act in ways that are shitty, but that give us something to think critically about and reflect difficult realities in our own lives. i do not mean that fanfic should be like....imposing a shitty moral code on you, because i don't think any art should be doing that. but there is a difference between those two things, y’know? and it's important to learn how to suss out that difference and recognize it when we engage with any form of media.

#hopefully this is coherent #and clarifies what i mean about moral codes in my last post #it is. 1:21 am for me. so #also as usual these are my own personal thoughts and opinions #nobody has to agree w me #etc etc #i am only ever seeking conversation #not trying to start arguments or declare my perspective as Ultimate Truth #ranting and raving #ask

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Trick or treat!

Tricolored Sweets with Pumpkin Smashing

A 3koto fic

There were very few benefits to working an office job. Well scratch that there were barely any benefits to working an office job. The hours were grueling, the pay would probably never be a livable wage, and if you didn’t get on well with your coworkers that could be the difference between your continued employment or termination. Then if you were unlucky enough you could wind up knowing your boss’s work and personal number.

I was unlucky enough.

Yet, there were some days that were better than others. Days where everyone was on their best behavior and there was an almost jovial atmosphere. Seasonal workdays. It’s barely any surprise- Bring a bunch of graphic designers together in one cramped space and there’s bound to be one person that goes all out for one holiday. Yet, Halloween was a day where everyone pulled out all the stops and pitched in.

That coupled with how rowdy things could get in the area during this time. Well, it is Shibuya after all. Most were just waiting for the workday to end and the festivities to start.

“Mikoto, good job on the decorations. It’s really helping with the atmosphere. Almost makes me not hate spending most of Halloween here.”

“Ah, it was nothing.” It was around four in the evening. Maybe with some luck I’d be able to get out of here at a reasonable time for once. I really hate working nights. Most of the employees with kids had left for the day already. So, it was mostly people around my age still hanging around. At around nine they’d start heading out too.

“No need to be modest about it. The chief flung all the decorating onto you at the last minute, and you still managed to do it. It’s impressive. Like what did you stay here all night?” Another coworker chimed up and I laughed.

“Ha, of course not-“ I had. “I’m really into horror so the moment they brought it up I already had a lot of ideas. It was pretty easy, really.”

“Man, well hopefully he has someone else to clean it up at least.” A pit formed in my stomach as they spoke.

“Cleanup is going to be hell. I feel sorry for whoever gets stuck doing that. Especially that gory sight in the men’s restroom. Highlight of the day though.” They all began chatting about it casually as I took a very cautious glance at my currently cut off phone.

“But you know- the chief is such a hard ass that he’s definitely going to want this all gone by tomorrow. Well, that’s what the custodial staff is for.” The first guy said as I could hear the telltale sounds of them getting ready to leave. Had that much time passed already. It was rather dark out.

“Hm, Mikoto you’re staying? It’s already past nine.”

“Ah- yeah I just have some finishing touches to add to this and then I’m heading out.”

“Well, make sure to lock up properly and take the trash out.” I just gave them a nod as I continued what I was doing.

“Man, didn’t you just say that’s what the custodial staff is for?” The other asked.

“Well, the chief says the last one out should do at least that much. His rules not mine.”

“Ha, ha- It’s fine I’ve got it.” I do it most days anyway. I’m almost always the last person to leave.

I waited for thirty minutes to give them ample time to get out of the area and make sure nobody was coming back. Watching the seconds grow into minutes on my computer.

“I need a smoke break.” I spoke aloud to myself in the empty office. As though I was announcing my departure to someone else.

It’s late… Why am I outside of the office? I looked over our phone and a mild annoyance began to bubble up. Ten thirty ugh I get to be out less and less these days. How long is this going to keep happening. Whatever, what is it this time?

[Hey, Mikoto make sure to clean up the decorations before you leave today. There’s a box in my office for you to put the decorations we can reuse in. Make sure to clean up that horrid display you set up in the men’s restroom too.]

“Ugh not again-”

I spent all of last night putting them up and now I have to take them down too!

“Ugh….”

I don’t even have energy to spare to get angry. I might as well hurry up and get this done before he wakes up. Don’t need this turning into a bigger mess than it already is.

It took until eleven twenty-seven but I managed to get everything done and the office locked up. At least-

“Huh, what am I still doing here- Was I going to go work overtime… Did I have work I had to do? There’s nothing I can think of… I’m pretty sure it’s all done. Besides I hate working overnight. Though an office at night on Halloween- It’d really give off that creepy vibe. All those empty cubicles and barely any light. Ah-” I should probably stop talking aloud to myself or people are gonna start thinking I’m crazy.

I guess there’s no used thinking too much about why I’m still here. Maybe work just ran later than usual. The lights are out and the buildings locked. The trash has been taken out too, so everything’s properly closed. What time is it?

“Ah- no it’s gonna be twelve soon and I haven’t even done one Halloween thing. Maybe there’s a midnight horror film showing that isn’t sold-out!”

Ah, wait I did it again I really need to stop that. If the movie’s completely sold-out I’ll just binge some horror movies at home. I think I bought some candy ahead of time just in case. I might’ve eaten it all already though. Ah, I can’t remember and the more time I spend dwelling on it the less likely there are to be tickets left at any theater.

Let’s just forget about it for now.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN CANDCKIRBY!

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