#i hope you are all doing well too my dear friends :-) holding your collective hands

[sneez]

unfortunately fairfax’s birthday always coincides with the start of term for me so this year i only have a drawing from a few weeks ago to post in celebration. he is having a birthday smoke :-) in his shirtsleeves. like a harlot

#fairfax #artwork #hes 411!!!!! old man (affectionate) #i dont know why i felt the need to specify (affectionate) im always going on about old men and it's (almost) always affectionate #anyway i am very sleepy so not as many tags as usual but needless to say. i love he. a frankly absurd amount #i hope he is enjoying himself wherever he is right now i am doffing my hat to him and crying and embarrassing myself in various other ways #i hope you are all doing well too my dear friends :-) holding your collective hands #smoking cw

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Good Maid

Pairing: Dark Ramsay Bolton x (female) Reader

SUMMARY: Your lady’s husband takes an unrequited interest in you. 

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

WARNINGS: Noncon (handjob); Power Abuse.

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Icy eyes.

That’s the first thing you noticed about your Ramsay Bolton.

The happiness of being back in Winterfell is short-lived as you quickly realize that it’s no longer the same blissful environment.

It’s changed.

The familiar walls that once gave you peace now offer you anxiety over what the future holds. The people look grim, bitter expressions molding their faces as if they've lost their hope.

The Bolton House scares you more than anything, their sigil making you hold your breath every time you see it. You always avert your eyes as if it’s a bad omen.

Tension and apprehension float in the air, more so upon meeting the family. 

You stay behind your lady as she reaches closer to them, but you know she too isn’t looking forward to meeting them. But appearances matter so she puts a neutral mask over her mask, maintaining her dignity. 

Lady Bolton is amicable, sweet even. A Frey, you’ve heard. Practically offered, with a heavy dowry of silver coins worth her weight.

But the man and his son inspire fear, despite their poor attempt to make conversation Many stories about them have reached your ears. Passionate fans of violent practices such as flaying.

The thought alone makes you shiver, and it catches the younger man’s attention.

His blue eyes only rested on you for a moment, but it was enough for you to look away in a hurry, switching your gaze to Lady Sansa as she introduced herself to the Bolton family, not daring to look again at the man.

But still, an unsettling itch remained on your skin as you observed the fulfillment of formalities, only relaxing when it’s time to accompany your lady to her chambers, to help her prepare for the ceremony.

You pray to the gods, wishing everything to go well, but something tells you it won't be that easy.

“Such a hard-working maid you got yourself, my dear wife. Northern maids really are unique.”

As the words come out of Ramsay Bolton’s mouth, you and your lady exchange a look, both of you at a loss at words.

You put your head down, hiding behind a curtain of hair, hoping it would be enough to conceal you from the shameless staring coming from your lady’s husband as he comes closer to you.

“I’m afraid my own servants aren’t quite as efficient as you are, young girl. I’m sure my wife won’t mind you giving me a helping hand, won’t she?” his head twists as he directs his words to Sansa.

She looks at him, pink lips parted as she hesitates for a moment.

You want her to refuse.

To demand her husband to go away. To leave you alone.

But a wife can never disrespect her husband in such a way. Much less for an ordinary maid.

You know that. But even so, she attempts.

“My lord, she’s my maid-“

“…and I’m your husband, correct?”

Tension fills the room as the smile slips away from Ramsay’s face, his jaw dangerously ticking.

He slowly walks away to the bed, sitting on its edge. Your eyes drop to his hands, the way they’re bundled in fists.

Servants often speak of the poor treatment many ladies receive at the hands of their husbands and you can only hope your lady doesn’t collect the same destiny.

She’s the closest thing you have to a friend now.

“…and allow me to remind you, my lovely wife, that this is my home. Everything and everyone under this roof belongs to me, yourself included.”

Sansa presses her lips into a thin line, helpless as you are. The sinister grin returns to his face, giving him a deranged appearance.

“Good thing I‘ve cleared out all misunderstandings. Now, you-“ he gestures to you, “Come closer, I don’t bite.”

Your lady takes a step towards the door but her attempt is fruitless. 

“No, you’ll stay here, lady Sansa.” Ramsay barks. “You’ll stay and watch how useful your maid will be. Perhaps learn a thing or two from her.”

She looks at you, fear in her eyes and you force yourself to drop your eyes to the ground, unable to face her. Ramsay snaps his fingers for attention, indicating you to come closer.

“You can start unbuttoning my shirt.”

Your fingers shake ever so lightly as you do so, cold sweat gathering at the back of your neck with the uneasy proximity to your lord.

“Remove it.” He orders as you end the row of buttons. You do as he says, pulling off his shirt. Your legs carry you a step back, but you’re soon stopped, his hand wrapping itself around your wrist, pulling you back.

“…and now the trousers.”

“My lord?”

“You’ve heard it. The trousers.” he repeats.

You swallow, quickly reaching for the buttons on his slacks, undoing them. But once again he grabs your hand.

“I believe you can be more helpful than that.” his heated stare makes you cower. Your eyes steal a glance at your lady, but her head is down, gaze focused on the floor with redness covering her cheeks.

There’s nothing she can do for you.

Your neck snaps with a painful crack as Ramsay pulls your face forward, forcing you to look at him as he pulls you down, pushing you on your knees.

“Your lady isn’t going to save you, silly girl.” he comments, humming with delight. “So perhaps you should help yourself and do as your lord commands you to."

"Or if you’d rather spend a lovely evening with my hounds. They must be quite hungry tonight, haven’t fed them in days.”

His threat is enough to scare you at the memory of the violent beasts he so proudly showed to your lady.

“So? Do you prefer my hound’s company?”

“No, my lord.” You mutter, shaking your head.

 “Good.” he says. “Take it off then.”

He pushes your hand over his unbuttoned pants, and you reluctantly dig your hand inside, wincing upon touching his hard member.  

You do as he says, looking back at Ramsay with a clueless expression.

“Touch it.” he instructs.  

“A hand will suffice for now. I can sense you’re a shy little thing in front of public.” he says, his eyes running over your figure greedily. “I suppose I’ll have to work on that.”

Your hand moves unnaturally, almost as a foreign limb. It doesn’t feel real seeing your hand moving up and down his cock, the steady rhythm gaining a few curses from Ramsay.

His hand finds the back of your neck, gripping it tight. He pushes you closer, burying his face into your hair. His breathing is heavy on your ear as you keep your ministrations.

The air feels thicker, making it hard to breathe as you hold back your tears. It feels like forever before his cock twitches before he finally cums, warm seed spurting onto your hand.

Ramsay presses a wet kiss to your hairline, his face glinting with sweat as he smiles, a sickly satisfied grin.

“Now that’s what I call a good maid.” 

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[chansabsfanclub]

Han NSFW Alphabet

genre : suggestive smut, gender neutral reader

word count : 1477

warning : suggestive and some smutty content

A/N : Han is my bias so I had lots of fun with this, I'm sorry I took such a long break from writing, I hope you enjoy this addition to the NSFW collection.

After care : 

Jisung's super goofy and loving, giving lots of kisses all over his partners face.  He'll give compliments and cuddle them tightly, he wants to make sure they feel loved, while keeping the mood light and fun.

Body (favourite body parts) :

He loves his hands, how they look on his partners body and when they hold his partners neck and face.  Jisung would love his partners booty, he'll rub it and praise them about how hot they are and hold onto it tightly during sex.

Cum :

Messy when he cums, he loves cream pies but only if his partner is on birth control or has a kind of contraceptive, or anal.

Dirty secret :

He hides how Horny he actually is because he thinks it would scare his partner if they knew how much he jerked off and thought dirty thoughts.  Until eventually him and his partner got close enough where he didn't hide it anymore.

Experience :

This man will brag about how he has alllll the experience in the world, he makes it sound like he's the sex expert, but in reality he is relying on the corn hub for his information, and when he actually gets to the down and dirty part, he'll get awkward and make jokes to cope.  Very little experience in other words.

Favourite Position :

Doggy style all night, he can grip his partners ass, pull on their hair, fuck them as hard and roughly as he can, and he finds that the position makes him cum the hardest, it also helps him reach his partners most sensitive spot inside.

Goofy :

Jisung is extremely goofy, especially when it comes to sex, he'll sneakily go in for a motto boat, he'll be teasing and laughing and it helps his partners relax as well if they're nervous or shy, he's easy going and thats what helps make him so lovable.

Hair :

Jisung will do a complete shave every couple of weeks, then let it grow out, it's a lot of work to keep it constantly shaved down, so he has a little routine going where he'll take everything off and then let it grow out, then repeat.

Intimacy :

King of PDA, from making cute faces to holding hands and cuddling on a bus ride to home, he will actively show affection to his partner no matter what.  He has his limits though, cute PDA is good with him, anything sexy or promiscuous would make him too embarrassed and awkward.  

Jerk off:

He will find the time to do it every day at least once, maybe twice if he feels like it.  His sex drive is crazy and his horny levels are insane, so he's jerking off a lot which doesn't help his case.  Don't worry, he's not an addict.  Yet.

Kink:

He's not the most kinky out there, he has a few such as back scratched, he'll beg his partner to dig their nails into his back as he fucks them, as well as pet names and such.  He's pretty open to new things though.

Location:

Anywhere in the house with a solid surface.  You're taking a shower together?  He'll make you hold onto the wall for dear life.  In the kitchen making breakfast, prepare to be lifted onto that counter.  As long as there's no one else in the house Jisung will initiate something anywhere.

Motivation:

His motivation is his hormones, you could be sitting on the couch watching tv and turn him on.  His dick has a mind of its own, so in terms of motivation he will be motivated anytime there's an opportunity.

No :

Noooooo public sex, not for him and never will be, he'a a huge flirt but he also has his dignity he's not willing to risk just to get down and dirty.  He'll stay away from public spaces when it comes to naughty stuff, only closed off locked spaces will do.

Oral :

His best friend, hes a rapper his tongue knows how to move, he can do oral really well, and he also enjoys seeing your mouth wrapped around his dick as you suck him off.

Pace :

He can do any pace depending on the situation.  He's the master at quickies, and if it's slow and sensual you want he can do that too, but he might get carried away and fuck your brains out.

Quickies :

Jisung is down for a quickie anytime any day, his high sex drive needs tending and there's not always time to get sensual, quickies are his best friend.

Risk :

Is Ji the most risky person out there?  No, he'll get super embarrassed if someone were to walk in on something, so he keeps his risk fairly low just to keep SOME of his dignity.  But, he wouldn't be opposed to a quick blowjob under his studio desk to take his mind off his projects.

Stamina :

He has pretty good stamina, we've all heard him rap, his tongue can work miracles and he has enough stamina to make you cum on his face.  He can last around 15 minutes if it's slow and sensual, but if it's a quickie he'll get both him and his partner cumming in less than 5.

Toys :

He feels a but intimidated by them, he's 100% supportive if his partner wants to use them, but he'll get a bit scared if anything super extreme were to come out and be suggested.

Unfair :

He teases, I know he teases, you know he teases its a universal thing.  He'll be dangling sex in front of you like a feather toy to cats.  "Hmm, should I fuck you?  I don't think you'd like that.  I guess we won't fuck."  And other stuff like that.  

Volume :

Jisung is vocal, he's not screaming or anything, but he can't help but mutter out a "Yes baby" or "You feel so good". He'll even let moans slip out of his mouth as he gets closer to his release.

Wild Card :

"Hey Ji, I'm here, I stopped by the convenience store as well."  I called out to my boyfriend as I entered the studio.  It was late and Jisung was stuck on a song he desperately wanted to finish.  He had texted me to come keep him company since Chan and Changbin had already went back to the dorm.  

Jisung turned in his chair to face me and smiled widely.  "I'm so glad you're here!  This is killing me."  He fake cried and opened his arms for a hug.  I giggled at him and went over to hug him tightly.  I sat on his lap and he turned back to his computer.  

I watched as he worked for a while, his shoulders would tense and then relax, and his face would scrunch and he'd hold his breath, eventually releasing it after finishing something.  He was super stressed, and I have an idea how to help him.

I got off his lap and slid under the desk, his face turned from confused to excited really quick.  "Baby, are you gonna..."  

"Shh, keep working."  I interrupted him, he went back to his project, my hands went to the band of his sweatpants, tugging them down slowly, he lifted his butt so I was able to brings them down to his feet, his dick in his underwear was already starting to get hard, it was just too easy with him.  

My hand gently rubbed his dick through his underwear, I could hear him let out a sigh as I pressed down lightly onto him.  My fingers teased at his underwear, slightly tugging them down just so his tip was showing, I brushed my thumb over it making him quiver slightly.

"I thought this was supposed to be a stress relief."  He jokingly said, his breath caught in his throat as I took his whole cock in my mouth.

X-ray :

Jisung gives off average dick energy.  He's my bias okay, so I'm being completely honest,  he doesn't have the biggest dick energy.  I'll give him 6 inches, with a bit more girth, but nothing crazy, he knows how to use it though, from all the jerking off.

Yearning :

He craves sex, we've been over this.  When it comes to sex drive he could make it from one side if Canada to the other.  

Zzz :

Passes out right away, after they've finished, he'd wrap his arms around his partner and cuddled them to sleep, passing out right away.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #m.list #stray kids masterlist #skz fanfic #han jisung #han skz #jisung smut #stray kids reactions #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfiction #han jisung smut #han jisung stray kids #han jisung imagines #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #jisung imagines

[god-of-fandoms]

Here it is - a scene from my familiar faces au! I hope you enjoy it!

Tw: cursing, eye trauma, mentions of arranged marriage

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Nya grunts in pain as she's thrown to the floor for what seems like the fiftieth time tonight. Scrap N' Tap is always rough - she has her growing collection of scars to account for that - but tonight seems different. Colder, somehow, and so much harsher than ever before. Her ribs are bruised to hell and the blood filling her mouth indicates that she's lost a tooth. The chuckling of the crew slowly falls silent, and her blood begins to run cold as a shadow looms in front of her.

Of fucking course. Why else would the pirates stop holding back unless he wanted something?

"Oh, my dear," and FSM the way Nadakhan calls her that in his sickly sweet tone just makes her want to throw up, "I can tell you're tiring of all of this. Why don't you just give in and stop all this pain?"

Nya spits out a mouthful of blood (and what she's almost certain is one of her incisors) at the djinn. "For the last time, dickbag," she hisses at his disapproving glare, "I'm not wishing for shit."

Nadakhan sighs as he floats closer, ignoring her attempts to flinch back. One thing she’s learned since being stuck on the misfortune? The captain has no fucking sense of personal space. It’s a trait that makes her shiver with disgust, especially when conversation circles back to the reason theyre stuck in this tango.

Speaking of which…

“My crew have been searching day and night, and your friends are still nowhere to be found.” Nadakhan’s golden eyes steadily burn a hole into her soul. She looks away, favoring the sight of her blood dripping onto the deck over that of the djinn’s face. “It seems that they are particularly good at hiding where I cannot see. But, my dear, you’ll come to find-” he grabs Nya’s throat in a bruising grip, ripping a strangled gasp from between her teeth as she's choking again, she can't breathe she can't breathe she can't breathe - "I always find what I'm looking for eventually. The other ninja will be in my grasp within the month, and once I have them? They will know pain like nothing they have known before, I swear to you."

He throws her to the floor once again. Her bruised ribs cry out in agony, but the feeling of air entering her lungs again drowns out the now familiar pain. A calloused hand finds its way to her hair, twisting a loose strand, and once again Nya has to fight back the urge to vomit.

"It doesn't have to be that way if you could just tell me where to find them. I can be merciful, and while it cannot be denied that I used to despise you for destroying Djinjago, it was not your intention to do so. Ever since you joined us-" ha, joined as if my only other choice wasn't to let you have him - "I have found it harder to argue against your usefulness. You would make a brilliant pirate, my dear."

Nya gives the djinn no response other than a scoff. She would rather die a million times than to see the day she'd willingly take orders from this son of a bitch. He sighs and turns his back on her, floating towards the center of the Scrap N' Tap arena. She wishes she had a knife to plunge into his spine.

"Your friends would not need to suffer, either, as long as they agreed to cooperate as well. I could let you all help me in my rule over Ninjago. It is... unfortunate that your brother and the nindroid were too late for this deal, but once I have my Delara back and receive infinite wishes I could be persuaded to bring them back-"

"HIS NAME IS JAY, YOU BASTARD!"

Nadakhan freezes. The rest of the crew falls eerily silent as well. Nya has been in control of water long enough to know that this is what it feels like in the calm before a raging storm.

"What did you just say to me?" The djinn asks, his words knife sharp. He turns to face her once again, and shit he's fucking enraged. It takes everything in Nya to glare back at him when her brain is telling her it's not safe run away DANGER RUN-

"His name is Jay, not Delara. I don't give a shit that he looks like your dead fucking fiancee - they could be twins for all I care - that doesn't change the fact that he's his own person. Delara is dead, Captain, and I'd rather gouge out my own eye than let you marry him because you think it will bring her back."

Nadakhan's nostrils flare as he flies towards her, arm outstretched as if to hit her. Nya can't help it - she flinches away, squeezing her eyes shut as she waits for the blow to come.

It doesn't.

After a few tense seconds, she looks up again. Nadakhan floats there, a peaceful look across his face as if he hadn't appeared ready to end her fucking life a moment before. Has he somehow managed to calm himself down

"Let me get this straight, my dear," and nope, he's even more angry than he was before, if the way his words drip with icy venom are a hint of his current emotional state, "Despite what you say about your precious Jay, I'd know my beloved anywhere. He may go on believing that he is not her, but once I have him in my grasp - and I will have him - he'll be whoever I say he is. And once I wed him and gain infinite wishes, I will be able to bring back the soul of my beloved Delara from the departed realm. With her spirit in his body, we will be reunited at last!"

Nya has to actively fight her nausea as she looks at the djinn's dreamy expression. Pure unadulterated horror courses through her. She knew that the djinn wanted to marry Jay under the delusion that he was a reincarnation of his bitchass fiancee, but for him to blatantly admit that he didn't give a single shit about Jay's thoughts and feelings on the matter - to admit to his plan of letting Delara permanently possess his body??? - makes her actively sick.

"You're a monster," she gasps, and it only makes him grin sadistically. "Jay will never marry you! He'll fight back every step of the way, and so will I!"

"My dear, Jay doesn't get a choice. No matter what, I will wed him and we will rule Ninjago together. And as for you..." His grin only grows wider as he looks away from her to admire the gleaming metal of his hook. He gestures to Dogshank and before she knows it the beast of a woman is restraining her, and despite her struggling she won't budge. "You're very against this wedding, aren't you? In fact, if my memory hasn't betrayed me, I recall you saying you'd 'rather gouge out your own eye than let me marry him'.

Nya freezes. The djinn is getting closer, too close, and the way he's gazing at his hook sends a bolt of terror through her. "I - I didn't actually mean that!" she stutters as her efforts in struggling against Dogshank double in intensity. She's completely unable to move, however, and her breathing gets harder and faster as Nadakhan raises the curved blade to just above her left eye. He wouldn't really, would he?

Nadakhan pauses, golden eyes roaming over her terrified face with amusement. "You didn't?" He asks, faux disappointment drowning his voice. He begins to pull away his hook, and the sigh of relief she lets out is embarrassingly audible.

"I guess I'll just have to do it myself, then!"

The hook pierces her eye.

The pain is instant and blinding. it's so much worse than every other injury she's faced as a ninja. It courses through her veins, hot and heavy, with no sign of stopping.

The hook digs deeper and though she can't hear anything she knows she lets out a scream as she feels it tear through her eye, ripping through nerves and tissue. The pain whites out her brain, she can't think of anything else, she can't breathe, she can't see-

It feels like minutes of agony as the blade twists and digs through her eye socket, hell bent on causing as much pain as possible. It's working. She simultaneously can't feel anything but her eye and feels every inch of her body as all of her nerves echo with pure blinding excruciation.

Then the hook freezes, and she's only given a brief reprieve from the pain before it yanks out of her socket, taking her eye with it.

The blinding pain overwhelms her again as nerves are ripped from the space her eyeball occupied moments before. Through her ringing ears, she can hear someone screaming. A minute later, she realizes that those are her cries.

She's dropped unceremoniously to the floor by Dogshank, where she lies in a growing pool of her own blood. The pain is still coursing though her, but it slowly ebbs... along with her consciousness.

Through rapidly closing eyes - eye, she only has one now - she can see Nadakhan as he floats towards her crumpled form. He lifts her chin gently, seemingly admiring his handiwork. Not has never been this tired. At this point, the pain is set aside as her body shuts down. Nadakhan tuts at her visible exhaustion and wipes away her tears (when did she start crying? She can't bring herself to care).

"Poor girl," he mumbles, his mournful tone a sharp contrast to the (rapidly blurring) smirk on his face. "This wouldn't have had to happen if you had just told me what I wanted to know."

Fuck that. She gathers the last of her strength as she glares at him and rasps, "'m not tellin' you shit".

Nadakhan scowls, but it quickly turns into a self satisfied smile. "Even in a time like this, you still have your fire. Good. And as for you 'not telling me shit', I believe you now. But mark my words, my dear..."

Nya is drifting off; Nadakhan's voice is getting more and more muffled as she sinks into her exhaustion. The last thing she hears are the djinn's parting words to her.

"Jay and the rest of your friends will be mine eventually. In fact, I doubt I'll have to look much longer. I guarantee you that they'll come to me themselves."

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SO DO WE LIKE IT

this took me a crazy short amount of time compared to most of my writing. I'll have to thank @tornoleander for that because I listened to the girl with one eye (Florence + the machine) like you mentioned when talking abt my au and DAMN it got me in the mindset for this like nothing else lemme tell you. If there were to be a ff!au playlist at some point that would definitely be on it (along with nothing by Emily autumn because that gives me serious jay and nadakhan vibes lol)

Im probably gonna edit this soon because I'm so tired and this is probably shit rn. Bear with me though the typos fam.

anyway I really hope you all like this! Your feedback is always important to me so tell me what you think.

as always, feel free to ask me anything about this fic! I'm always happy to answer your questions :D

Thanks for reading this! I hope it makes you more excited about this au.

Have a lovely day!

-Lee :)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #lee’s fics #ninjago skybound #familiar faces au #ff!au #ff!nadakhan #ff!nya #ITS DONE YAYYYYY #low-key this is my favorite thing I've ever wrote #at least for now #stay tuned for more! #also the for all the support #it means a lot to me #love you all <3

[sataara]

Window Shopping

Small holiday fic of Ingo and reader walking around the city together, it's short and just plain fluff! I wrote it on request of my good friend Snowy and inspired by this art from twitter!

You can read it on Ao3 too, hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

The warm cup of coffee you held, helped keeping the chill away. Not that you minded much, the cold being much more welcome than the searing heat of summer. As you sat on a bench, just outside the station, you hoped he didn't take too long to finish up for the day, while you held your own drink, his was resting next to you, on a cup holder, the rising steam gave you hope that the warmth would hold until he showed up.

With so many people transiting to and from the station, you didn't notice him until a shadow stopped in front of you.

“I hope you didn't have to wait here for too long, my dear.” You looked up at his warm expression, your own following along with the contagious mood.

“Not at all, love, I've only been here for twenty minutes or something. You're right on schedule as always.” Your smile grew just that bit more at using his own turn of phrase on him, Ingo rolled his eyes fondly.

“A train should always arrive at the station on time to not inconvenience any passengers. Or maybe I just missed you after these busy few days.” He picked up his drink, sitting down where it had been and letting you lean your head on his shoulder. His free arm snaked behind you to pull you closer, hand resting on your waist.

“I missed you too. How did work go?”

After Ingo finished telling you of his and Emmet’s latest battle against Nate and Rosa, you decided to walk, restless after sitting for such a long time in the cold, despite how comfortable you were against your partner.

As you walked, you decided to link an arm with Ingo, wanting to stay close even while moving.

“Do not try and lie to me, I know you're just trying to steal all my warmth.” Ingo said with a playful tone.

“Well, that's just a bonus.”

“I think it's the main goal.”

“How dare you insinuate I'm nothing more than an opportunist.” Your tone exaggerated, a hand falling to your chest dramatically.

“I would do no such thing. It's not an insinuation, it's a statement.”

You gasped with fake offense, making you both unable to contain the giggles bubbling up in your chests.

“Oh, look, Ingo! Isn't that model from the Orient Express?”

Your attention was taken by a store front, the lights shining just right on a few products for people to react just as you did. The decoration around the display also reminding you that Delibird Day was getting close, you already had an idea for Ingo’s present, but you wanted something nice for his brother too. After all, you became good friends since you started seeing Ingo frequently. Not that everyone would know that, since you showed your love by calling each other names.

“Yes, that is, but we have a better model at home, more faithful to the original and with better quality.” You loved hearing the pride in Ingo's voice.

You leaned closer to the glass using his arm as support, so you could get a better look, seeing the almost janky way the locomotive moved on the tracks and many other little flaws, that you only recognized thanks to the many times you were shown the twins’ beloved collection.

“I wanted to give Emmet something nice for Delibird day, I have no idea what, though.” You said with sincerity, eyes still on the objects in display, seeing a chess set with knight like pokemon inspired pieces, the pawniard pawns not very well made, much like the model train.

“Do you have any ideas?”

“I feel like everyone that doesn't know you two well just go for train themed presents, easier to get right. I wanted something different, I guess.” You right your posture and go back to walking, Ingo seamlessly moving with you.

The next store is a clothing one but nothing close to your or Ingo’s style, so you glance at it but keep walking.

“Hm, I think it's a nice gesture already, to not go for the obvious, but you need a starting point.”

“I know, I know. Emmet likes gaming too, so I gave his wishlist a look, but after nothing seemed to pop out I thought that maybe a physical present would be nicer.”

You went to take a sip of your drink but when nothing came out you noticed you'd finished while you were talking, your mind so focused on your conundrum that you didn't even realize you were taking sips every pause or so. Ingo brought you back to Earth by taking the empty cup from your hand and throwing it on the nearest trash can, seemingly having done so with his own just before.

“You're thinking plushie? That's always a nice gift.”

“For me, maybe, but all your plushies end up with either Galvantula or Haxorus, I want to give him a gift, not his pokemon.”

“Well, that may be true but at least it means I don't have to share my bed with ten million squishy creatures.”

“I don't understand the issue, they are cuddly and soft!”

“I know that perfectly well when I wake up holding a huge fake dratini, instead of my beloved partner.”

“Don't be a baby, anyone would be lucky to wake up with Catarina in their arms.”

Ingo huffs in amusement, the smile on your face betraying your own statements of annoyance.

“But back to the topic, maybe something pratical then?” Ingo said as you stopped again, this time in front of a bakery, eyes skimming the baked goods with interest.

“What, you want me to give him socks? Extra ten identical dress shirts like the ones you guys use to work?”

“Sure, give him those fuzzy joltik socks we saw the other day.”

“I can give the socks plus something else. Would be a shame compared to yours.”

“Oh?” Interest clear in Ingo's tone. “And what would that be?”

“It's a surprise, I'm not telling you.” You gave him a conspiring smile.

“Hmph, now you just made me more curious.”

You laughed and said nothing as you gave up on the bakery, not feeling particularly hungry. The next store had tacky shirts and mugs on display, one of them making you snort as you read “Of course I love double battles, I'm bisexual”. You pointed it out to Ingo who took a second looking it over before barking out a laugh, getting some eyes on you for a few seconds before people quickly moved on with their business.

Something else caught your attention, a t-shirt with Pier’s logo hung next to others of similarly known artists.

“Hey Ingo, does Emmet have any Piers merch?” You squeezed his arm to make sure he was listening, a plan already forming in your mind.

“He has a simple t-shirt and an autographed poster, but I think that's it.” It sounded like Ingo was following your train of thought.

“What if I called Piers to meet up here after Delibird day? And maybe sending a signed official tour shirt too, if he still has one somewhere?”

“Sometimes I forget that you have some weird connections.” Your eyes met, you recognized the bewilderment in his face.

“Crazy shit always happens to me. And we send each other cute pokemon videos every now and then, his zigzagoons are adorable.”

Ingo shook his head, amused. He looked back at the bakery and pulled you along, but instead of walking inside, he stopped by the wall just at the end of the shop’s window, resting his back against it and pulling you in an embrace, arms around your neck. You snuggled closer as if it was second nature, your own arms around his waist, letting your head fall on his chest.

“I thought you wanted to get a few pastries.”

“I do… But it can wait a few moments, can't it? I… Missed you more than I can put into words, I missed your arms around me, your touch, your voice close instead of over a speaker.” He let out a sigh, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “You were not here, we could talk but not actually see each other, something was missing in the apartment, your music while you moved around the kitchen, your excited talks about the things you love…” He took another deep breath and brought you just a little bit closer. “I don't mean to be sappy, I'm sorry.”

“Never apologize for this.” Your voice was muffled by his shirt, you had to hide your face while he talked, embarrassed by how much those sweet words affected you. “You are extremely sweet and that's one of the many reasons why I love you so much. Don't apologize.”

Ingo's grumbling stomach interrupted the sweet moment, making you both chuckle.

“You did just come back from work, we should go inside and get something to eat.”

“I know but this is so nice, can't we stay here just a little bit longer?.”

“I do not want you passing out on me.” You pulled a bit back just to stare him down and poke at his chest in accusation.

“Dragons, why can't you just let me starve so I can hug you for a little bit longer?” He said dramatically, moving one of his arms to rest a hand on your chin, thumb caressing you softly.

You leaned into it with a laugh, meeting his eyes and resting your own hand over his.

“You're lucky that I love you.”

“I am.”

Your comment was meant to be playful but Ingo's reply made you soft. You moved closer and he did the same, lips meeting sweetly in the middle. For a few more moments you lost yourselves to the kiss, to the feeling of being close, to the warmth shared. Although it didn't last long, his stomach once again reminding you that he had not eaten in a while. You separated, smiling and giggling at each other. Your arm found his and once again you walked close, this time entering the shop while joking and poking fun at each other, your smile was a constant for the rest of the night.

#submas #submas x reader #subway boss ingo #ingo x reader #subway boss ingo x reader #my writing #was in a fluffy mood 💕

[nivisdreaming]

Kinks And Cookies

Frustrated by the trials and tribulations of solo BDSM, Y/N comes to their dear friend Eddie Munson for support. Probably shouldn’t have chosen the best friend they’re also in love with for that role, but at least they’ve got cookies as a distraction from the heartache?

Eddie Munson x Sub!Reader

WC: ~800

Tags: Not smut but heavy kink themes, hurt/comfort turned love confession?, self indulgent af, drabble, gender neutral reader, 2nd person POV (you/yours and Y/N use)

Eddie cocks his eyebrow from where he lounges in a dining room chair, a lit joint hanging from his fingertips as he intently listens to your words. “Wait, so you’ve been doing solo play? As a sub?”

“Yeah, and it’s.. fine. Less than ideal for my style, but I’m a big kid, I can take care of myself. Porn and daydreaming works well enough. It’s good enough. For little while, anyway. But that’s not the issue,” you bite your lip and shuffle in your seat, “The problem is afterwards. Aftercare and that stuff. You know how I am with self care. It’s even worse when I’m…” Your words trail off.

“Fucked dumb?” He finishes for you, a smirk on his face as he clearly tries to suppress laughter.

“Eds! This is serious!” You huff and pull your knees up to your chest, burrowing your warm face and wide eyes away from him. “It’s gotten really bad sometimes, Eds, if I don’t do enough I end up dropping.” You take a shaky breath and try to wipe some of tears collecting on your lash-line on your pants. “That’s really scary alone, Eddie. I hate every second of it, and there’s nothing I can even do but wait it out when all I wanna do is feel good.”

A frown replaces Eddie’s teasing expression. He’s heard about subdrop plenty, helped a few playpartners through it once or twice. He’s even had to deal with topdrop himself after a particularly rough scene. He knows the emotions your trying to articulate. The anxiety that eats away at you, the shame and guilt that overshadows all else, the primal sadness and depression that you just can’t explain because there’s not always a reason beyond the physiological. He’s putting out the joint now, quick to move from his seat to squat next to you. A tentative hand reaches for your knee, and he begins to rub small circles over the soft fabric. “I’m sorry I laughed, Y/N.” He can hear your muffled sniffling from where your face is buried, and it’s really tugging on his heartstrings. “What can I do to help? What’d you want me for?”

“Just, hold me. For a few minutes. Til the bad feelings go away.” You feel Eddies arms move up to wrap around your torso, and you’re carefully shifted into his lap and pressed against his chest, his chin resting atop your head. His hand goes to caress your hair and a sob rips from your throat, stilling his breathing.

“Y/N. Maybe this is a bad time, but could I ask you something?” Eddie’s words come out tentatively. You nod from where you lay, not trusting your voice to hold steady. He mutters close to your ear, “Why don’t you have a dom? If being without one isn’t what you want, why be on your own?”

You feel your breath catch, and he worries you can feel how his heart skips a beat at your reply. “There’s… a guy. Who I want to be my dom, but I’m too scared to ask.” You take a heavy pause. “He barely even knows I exist in that capacity, but being with someone besides him would still feel wrong. I’m waiting to either get over him or work up the courage to ask him out. Both seem impossible.” Your words come out mumbled, but at least the talking is enough over a distraction to get you to stop crying.

Eddie is so glad your head is still buried in his chest. You always had such a way of reading him, like you could see his eyes and how they reflected the light and use it to know exactly how he felt. He didn’t want you seeing that moment the hope turned to jealousy turned to heartbreak. God, this had been a rollercoaster of a conversation, even by the weird standards you two had grown accustomed too.

You both sit in silence for awhile, enjoying each other’s embraces, terrified to be the first to move. It feels like centuries have passed by the time the alarm for the cookies you technically were here to bake in the first place sounds through the trailer, and you have to peel yourself from Eddie’s hold reluctantly. He stays on the floor, but you can feel his gaze on you even as you turn to pull the metal sheet from the oven.

“Whoever he is, tell him. You don’t… you don’t deserve to hurt, Y/N. Not like this.” His sightline doesn’t budge when you turn your head around to look at him. There’s some emotion dripping from everything about him, from the hunched way he sits, to the gruff tone of his voice, to the way he blinks a little too often, like he’s trying to clear something away. For once, you can’t quite determine what it is. It only spurs you on.

“It’s you, Eddie. For fucks sake, it’s always been you.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #sub!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson drabble

[violettduchess]

Happy 1k! 🥳 Could I request nr 9 for Clavis? (Or Napoleon)💖

A/N: It IS nearly his birthday so why not fulfil a Clavis request? Here you go @my-day6 💜 I hope you enjoy it!

Clavis x female reader

First Kiss Prompt: Heat of the Moment

WC: 1551

“Get me out of here!”

Your voice cracks at the strain of maintaining that volume. The dark, damp earth swallows the sound of your foot as you stomp it in frustration. Soon all you’re left with is a mighty glare which you lob at the pit’s edge. Above you is a perfect circle of sky, blue and bright, innocently shining, unaware of the fate that has befallen you.

You press your palms against the cool walls of the pit. They are too smooth, too well-constructed. You would never be able to grasp anything and climb your way out. Not a handhold or foothold in sight. Digging your fingers into the compact earth proves to be an unpleasant, crumbling mess of an idea which you give up immediately.

“Damn it, Clavis,” you mutter under your breath, a hand pressed against your side. The fall wasn’t too far, but it still knocked the wind out of you, surprise lending it a helping hand when it robbed you of breath. “Why?”

Of course there is no answer. Just a few fluffy white clouds that drift into view, stretching themselves lazily across the expanse of blue. With a huff, you lower yourself to the ground, crossing your arms. Your pink blouse is already streaked with earth and the fall ripped the side of your gray skirt wide open, up to the thigh. You yank the material closed as best you can, closing your eyes. Fine. You’ll wait. You’re already stuck at the bottom of one of his stupid hidden pit traps. It can’t get any worse.

The first raindrops are like small, cold kisses, harbingers of a very muddy and possibly dangerous future if you don’t get out of this pit now. You scrabble to your feet, the ground already wet enough to suck at your boots.

“HELP!”

The circle above your head is now gray and foreboding, releasing more and more gleeful raindrops who are happy to be free of their cloudy prison. They freefall towards the royal garden, bringing more and more of their friends along for the ride. Pushing wet strands of hair from your face, you are forced to shut your eyes against the onslaught of steadily falling rain and open your mouth to scream. You’re not sure if it’s a scream for help or frustration or fury but just when you’re about to let go, a voice rings out against the sound of the downpour: “Oh dear, how unfortunate.” A head of twilight hair, dark with rain, and two twinkling golden eyes peer over the pit’s edge.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE CLAVIS LELOUCH!”

He leans down, extending a hand which you grab hold of. With surprising strength, he pulls you easily from the pit and onto the soft, cold green grass of the western corner of the royal gardens. You spring to your feet, full of righteous fire, hands curled into fists as you take a step towards him. The Prince does not move. Instead he regards you, head tilted to one side, a hand raised in a gesture of peace.

“I do apologize, my dear. This trap was intended for a brother who was supposed to be collecting edible blossoms for tomorrow’s tea.”

You shake your head and then grab his hand faster than he can pull away. Fueled by anger, by the cold, damp feel of your clothing as it sticks to you, by the dull ache in your side and the feel of your broken skirt around your legs, you yank him towards the gazebo where you are sheltered from the rain and where he can’t slip away from you.

Clavis shakes his head, water droplets like tiny diamond beads in every direction. He pushes his hair back with one hand, his lips still lifted in a grin.

“Do you really want time alone with me—” His quippy remark is cut short by you clamping a hand over his mouth, eyes bright with anger.

“I was STUCK in a PIT for HOURS!”

You’re close enough to him for him to hear you loudly over the now pouring rain, to notice the rain drops sliding from his wet hair down the planes of his handsome face. Something glitters in those aurelian eyes as they regard you over your merciless hand. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, keeping your hand firmly in place.

“I could have gotten hurt in the fall! I could have drowned in there had you not come along! These pits are a HAZARD!”

How dare he refuse to look away in shame. How dare he keep his gaze on yours, his eyes holding you just as captive as that pit did. What is he thinking?

 ~ Your hand is warm against his mouth, your skin softer than silk.

How dare you smell so good, soaked in rainwater, streaked with dirt. How dare you look so beautiful, tendrils of hair framing your face like a work of art. Your clothes revealing so much and so little. Your skirt parted like the Red Sea, revealing a shapely path to what must be the Holy Land. How dare he want you? You, who is forbidden? You, bright flame that deserves so much more than him…worthless, weak little him.

And yet he can’t help what he feels. 

The thunder of his heart echoes through his veins, the feel of your fingers, the palm of your hand bewitching, conjuring a storm inside him. He is lost in the brilliance of your eyes, a universe he could spend eons exploring. Lost and never wanting a way out, ever again.

But he can’t do this. 

He can’t. 

He must keep this secret locked down in the deepest well of his heart, where the shadows lurk and darkness is a tyrant, towering over a small boy who only wants to be enough for someone. ~

He jerks his head away from your hand, blinking, his muddy boot scuffing the wooden floor of the gazebo as he steps back, away from you. The light in his eyes has dimmed.

“Ah my dear, it was only a joke. All in good fun.”

Something inside you shifts as you feel him pulling away. No. You want to see the fire in his eyes again, that glowing gold in all its intensity. 

You step towards him.

“I see you were offended by my silly trap. I’ll be more mindful of where I place them.”

No, this isn’t what you want. You don’t want him rambling on about his pranks, gaze not on you but the falling rain, his body shivering with cold, his spirit slowly folding inward, closing like a flower bud in reverse. 

No.

You take another step towards him until he bumps up against the curved railing, his hands reaching back to grip the wet, white wood.

“I do apologize for upsetting you, dearie. I— W-What are you...?”

Your body is crackling with frustration. He needs to STOP TALKING about the damn trap. You’re still angry at him for digging it but you’re also angry at the way he is retreating further and further behind that façade of his, that wall of quips and polite distance and controlled flame. You’re practically trembling with the desire to.....

You grab him, fistfuls of his wet coat, and pull him to you, capturing his mouth with yours. He gasps audibly, body going rigid with shock. You will not relent. You want that wall between you gone. So you tear it down with your lips, pressing kiss after kiss against his mouth. You tear it down with your left hand, still curled into the heavy material of his lavender jacket like an iron fist. You tear it down with your right hand, the one that has traveled up to his neck and is holding him there, warm palm against slick, cold skin. You tear it down with your leg, exposed and pressed tightly against his.

Kiss by kiss, touch by touch, you besiege him, vanquishing the cold with the heat of your body, crumbling his hesitation with the strength of your will. What man stands a chance against a perfect storm like this?

You feel when you have triumphed. He snaps as if struck by lightning and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against the long, lean lines of his body, tipping you back so you’re at a better angle for him to taste. You wrap one arm around his neck, holding on as he comes to life, his mouth moving over yours, deepening the kisses, sending your senses reeling. One hand supports your lower back, the other drops to the skin of your thigh and tiny tornados of electricity dance across your skin.

Was this what was hiding behind those quick smiles? Those flashing golden eyes?

You kiss him as the world around you rages, wind and water roaring through the royal gardens, But desire, which has been biding its time, smoldering patiently, now breathes fire into your lungs, blazes white-hot through your veins.

As you both sink to your knees, still wrapped in each other’s arms, as he tears his mouth from yours to hungrily ravish the soft skin of your neck, you don’t wonder what will happen when the storm fades.

Because you know that this? 

This is just the beginning.

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#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis #ikemen clavis #clavis x reader #ikemen fanfiction #ikemen fanfic #otome fanfic #1k first kiss celebration #kiss fic #violettwrites

[banzaitaka]

Hello ruka

Can i request Kyoya with Haruhi's older brother. So you know when all the boys go to Haruhi's house, i imagined the her brother randomly visited too. He doesn't live with them, has a own apartment and works somewhere far away, but always sends them money. For his personality I imagine him to happy but always tired since he works so much.

So he visits and when kyoya sees him it's like instant love.

I hope it makes sense and you can somehow work with this

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I couldn't imagine Kyoya just looking at someone and instantly start simping, so I hope this is close enough

Also sorry, while coming up with the whole thing I forgot the 'randomly' part, so the visit was planned

And bro, no idea how to continue this rn fifkfkdk may do a part 2 - someday

Ouran Highschool Host Club Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

Kyoya Ootori x male! reader

Intruiging

"No, you need to listen-!"

No chance, the hosts didn't listen to Haruhi as they plopped down on the floor around the low table one after another. Their comments about the apartment drowned out any attempt of Haruhi to shoo them out the front door.

She sighed out as she rubbed her temples, there were so many days in a year, why did they have to choose this particular one to barge in unannounced and clearly uninvited.

Haruhi knew there was nothing she could do about it at this point, so she hoped her dad or brother would kick them out once they arrive.

It wasn't often her brother got to visit them and she was not going to let those unruly teens ruin the reunion. She really missed her brother and was looking forward to seeing him again for weeks now.

"Oh, what's this?", Honey had escaped into the kitchen, having Mori pick him up so he could look at what was on the counter more properly, "A cake!", his eyes sparkled.

Eyes widening, Haruhi rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the cake, holding it up and away from the blonde, "No touching! It's for someone!"

The twins' heads appeared from behind the door frame, "Ooooh~ Who could that be?", they asked with cheeky grins on their faces.

"My brother! He's coming to visit today after months, that's why you have to leave now.", she put the cake on the kitchen table, turning around to motion the boys outside with her hands, but they were even more enthusiastic to stay after hearing those words.

The rest of them entered the kitchen. Tamaki wrapped his arm around the brown-haired's shoulder, "Even more reason to stay! I want to meet that brother of yours!"

Haruhi deadpanned and mumbled under her breath, "I don't want you to meet him, though...", but her comment was ignored, or simply not heard over the others agreeing to the king.

"Indeed, it might provide useful data.", Kyoya mentioned as he pushed up his glasses with his fingers, in a mischievous way.

"Don't collect data on my family!"

And then, as if summoning him, the front door opened, "Woo! Hello, my dear fami-", the male stepped in and kicked off his shoes, about to jump into the kitchen as he saw several strangers, "-ly..."

It was like time was standing still, everyone's eyes on the older Fujioka sibling. In return, the male's gaze wandered around between the strange teens before finally settling on his sister.

"Are these your friends?", (Y/N) didn't mean to be rude, so he forced a smile on his face, even though he felt a bit too tired to handle commotion at that moment.

Handsome. Despite the bags under his eyes. Though, maybe they are quite charming as well. All written down.

Tamaki, of course, didn't let the girl answer her brother, instead cutting her off and posing dramatically infront of him, "We are the host club! And Haruhi's best friends and family!", he took the (Y/HC)-haired's hand and gave it a rather gracious shake. "Uh huh?", (Y/N) sweat dropped, still smiling.

"That's right!", Honey exclaimed, jumping down from Mori's arms and latching onto (Y/N)'s torso instead. But Haruhi was quick to pry both of her schoolmates off of him, before the twins could even think of joining them.

"He's working really hard, give him space!"

A hard worker? That would explain that tired face. Noted.

(Y/N) let out a hearty laugh and pulled his sister into a hug.

Haruhi returned the hug and the male smiled fondly at her, "It's fine, it's fine. Thank you, Haruhi."

While they broke the hug, (Y/N) scanned the strangers' faces once more, this time remaining on Kyoya longer as he noticed the calculating eyes. Right when he finished writing down those notes.

Clearly one to care for his family, maybe he sends them money too? What a remarkable young man. Mental note taken.

In return, Kyoya pushed up his glasses, this time to regain his posture he lost for a moment by the sudden eye contact, sending the other a closed-eyed smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, mister Fujioka. My name is Kyoya Ootori, we must apologize to come here unannounced."

(Y/N) waved his hands at him with a chuckle, he didn't want to say it was okay, since it really wasn't, but he didn't want to say that to their faces either. That's why he settled on that vage response.

Not one to say no, hm?

They gathered in the livingroom once again. (Y/N) was way too exhausted to shoo them out, and way too nice as well. So he settled on waiting for his dad to come home to have a reason to kindly ask them to leave so they could have their family reunion.

A sigh of exhaustion escaped the oldest of the whole bunch, he actually had work that morning as well, so not only the trip got him all tuckered out. Kyoya was the first to comment on that, "You seem tired, mister Fujioka." Once more, (Y/N) could practically see numbers and letters flying around in the black-haired's eyes as if analysing him. Odd.

He decided not to point that out, waving his hands at Kyoya instead, "You can just call me (Y/N).", he offered a smile, "And yes, it's been a long day."

A more detailed explaination would put himself to sleep, and he'd honestly rather not talk about it twice since he knew his dad would want to hear it from him as well.

"So you said something about a host club?"

That was Tamaki's cue for a monologue about rich people having too much time on their hands and yada yada yada.

The perfect opportunity for Kyoya to take a few steps back, figuratively, and sort out his feelings. Oh, I mean new information.

#x reader #x male reader #ouran highschool host club #ouran highschool host club x male reader #ouran highschool host club x reader #kyoya ootori #kyoya ootori x reader #kyoya ootori x male reader

[youvegotrpmemes]

lyric starters from my current On Repeat playlist (part 3)

Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time

And no one even knew it was really only you

Nice work you did, you're gonna go far, kid

Hit 'em right between the eyes

And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me

My dear, there are secrets here

If only I could break the chain of disappointments weighing me down

I won't be afraid

It's the fear, and not the ghost, that leaves me haunted

You're an anchor for all the heaviest regrets inside of you

I heard you tellin' lies

I know we're the crooked kind

It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how"

So, collect your scars and wear 'em well

They're never truly gone

I carry their blood too

I'm far from where I wanna be

I get lost in my delusional reality

It's kinda hard to think about your own mortality

And I'm hoping for a never ending odyssey

Just give me something good

I've made up my mind over and over

I can't be everything you want me to be

But it's all gone

It's all the same sound and my ears are burning

Never to be moved by the words of a liar

The dark doesn't frighten me

I chose to close my eyes

The night doesn't frighten me

I chose to let it thrive

Oh, my precious child, how lucky you are

I got a friend that's losing sleep

I never needed a reason for keeping secrets from myself

I'll wreck this if I have to

Tell me what good would that do

I'd be so good to you

And I don't know how this is wrong

You were a friend of mine

They don't know you like I do

I can never go back home again

Don't you ever tell me I'm not loving you best

And I just need a minute, I just need a breath

It's very hard to drink to my continued success

It's getting better in the worst way

I like to push it and push it until my luck is over

Please just follow me

I wonder how we used to ever go so long without it

I am right beside you

I thought you wanted me

I've been here so very long

I never took you for a trick but sometimes I don't know what you want

I could take it if you need to take this out on someone

I don't know how it got this way

But these problems aside, I think I taught you well

We're here to stay

But you're a king and I'm a lionheart

We're still the same

I'll be here to hold your hand

You won't be alone, we're unstoppable

Don't be ‘fraid to show what we're going for

Oh, all you need to know is that we're holding on

Even if we fall, we will rise up

No, we're not gonna stop until we reach it

We all have our burdens, yeah, but we just keep on fighting and we never look back

I know I was born for this

They just don't get it, I think they forget I'm not done 'til I'm on top

I believe we can write our story

We come from different places, but have the same name

We are the broken ones who chose to spark a flame

I've struggled for years and through all the tears I've faced the doubts I hide

I never gave into my fears deep within 'cause I heard my voice inside

Don't ever lose your hope

#meme #ask meme #rp meme #roleplay meme #inbox meme #song meme #lyric meme

[winniemaywebber]

It's Been A Long, Long Time • Part 3

🌹 Uncle Rosie 🌹

read previous part here

taglist: @sagesolsticewrites @ginabaker1666 @archival-hogwash

“Goodnight, you two!” you say as you watch your friends leave the room, Harry's arm wrapped around his wife. The look on their faces as they realize they get to share a bed for the first time in weeks because you're there to help sends a warm glow through your body. Happy to be here, yet missing home, you decide to call your Ma before it gets too late. The baby is dozing softly in the bassinet next to Croz's armchair and you tiptoe out of the room to ensure he isn't woken.

Dialing the number on the phone in the hall, you wait patiently.

“Rosenthal residence,” a voice says.

“Ma,” you reply, happy to hear her. “It's me. Just wanted to let you know I got here safe.”

“Well, I'm glad to hear it, Robbie. How are the Crosbys?”

“Oh, they're great, Ma. Being excellent parents just like I knew they would be. I'm helping em out tonight, making sure they get a good rest together.”

“That's wonderful, son. I'm glad you're there to help.”

“Me, too. Now, Ma,” you begin nervously. “If the baby wakes up…what do I do?”

“Robert,” she sighs, instantly exasperated. “Did you make your poor, dear friends think you had it handled?” You pause, nervous to respond.

“Y-yes,” you finally stutter out. “But they need their rest and I couldn't leave them exhausted like that and I–”

“Son, it's easy. Change the diaper, heat the milk.”

“R-right…easy,” you pause again, shifting from one foot to the other. “How do I heat it?”

“Leave it in the bottle and put that in a pot of boiling water on the stove. Keep an eye on it. Not too hot, you don't want to burn the little fella's mouth, now. You'll be fine. It'll be good practice for you when your time comes with Josephine.”

At the mention of her name, you hear a cheeky cackle in the background. You smile at the sound, your heart suddenly beating ten to the dozen at the thought of her beautiful smile, how her eyes crinkle whenever she laughs at one of your terrible jokes. 

“Did she come for dinner?”

“Yes, son. She's spending the night, too. Nobody to take her home and I don't want her getting a cab at this hour.”

“That's sweet, Ma. Thanks for taking care of her.”

“Hold on just a minute…” there's a pause on the other end of the line until you hear your mother attempting to whisper.

“He's with the baby…yes, he seems to be in over his head,” you hear her laugh.

“Ma!” you shout over the line, eyes squeezed shut. “Don't tell her!” With that, the baby begins to wail from the next room and you sigh. “Ma, I have to go. The baby.”

“Good luck, Robbie. Josephine sends her love.”

“And I send it right back. G'night.”

Placing the phone into its cradle, you rush along the padded carpet to tend to the baby. 

“Hey, hey buddy,” you say as you reach him, hands going to lift him from his bed. “How's it goin’?” You coo, hoping you're able to calm him easily. Stroking his head with your gentle hand, he seems to relax instantly. “Huh,” you say, carrying on the movement. “Piece of cake.” 

Not quite asleep yet, you carry the baby in your arms over to the record player. Flipping through the Crosby record collection with your free hand, you find one that catches your eye. “Now this,” you murmur to the small child in your arms, his big brown eyes - exactly like his father's - gazing up at you as you place the record on the player one-handed, “is good jazz, little Croz.” 

The sounds of Artie Shaw softly blare through the room, you sitting down in the armchair. 

“Did you know,” you begin, looking at the baby's sweet face. “Now, I dunno if your Pop told you this yet. But there was a mission where me and my crew were completely alone. I don't mind telling ya, kid, I was petrified - who are you gonna tell, after all?” You muse on that for a moment. “Okay, maybe you'll tell your father, but that's fine by me. Anyway, completely alone, nothing but blue sky in front of me and my co-pilot. All I could think to do was to hum along to this.” You carry on telling the story as the music swells, rambling on about how all you could think of was getting back to base in one piece, being able to be back home for your Ma and your sweet Josephine. 

“That's Aunt Jo, by the way, kid. The second I marry her, I'm bringing her to see you. She's dying to see you, pal, and your sweet mama. So was I. We best buddies now? What d'ya say? Uncle Rosie pass the test?” At that final sentence, the baby's eyes close and he's softly snoring on you, his head burrowing into your chest. You feel your heart swell, tears suddenly pricking your eyes. You think back to that New Year during the war, where you'd written to Josephine, promising her the world, whatever she chose. Holding your friend's sleeping infant in your arms makes you realize that you want life to look like this with her.

You lay the baby down in his bassinet, the music softly playing in the corner of the room helping to soothe him, and you make your way back to the telephone. Dialing the number for home, you wait as the line rings. 

Hello?” A voice, thick with tiredness and hoarse from laughter. “Robbie?”

"Darling,” you breathe out, the sound of her sweet voice almost making you fall to your knees. Composing yourself, you carry on. “I just wanted to say goodnight.”

“How's our nephew?” she coos, her voice up an octave. 

“He's fine, my love. Has eyes just like his Papa. Hair like his Mother. Angelic face just like his Aunt Jo.”

"Oh, stop,” she teases. “How did you get on in the end? Your ma said you sounded quite panicked.”

“It was fine. Pretty easy, actually.” You take a deep breath in, preparing yourself for what you're about to say next. “I just wanted to reiterate what I meant in that letter, that new year. Being here has made me realize it more. Jo, I want to give you everything. A family, a herd of kids. Anything you want.”

“Darling…” she murmurs. “Then hurry up and marry me. I'm impatient.” You laugh, switching the phone to your other ear. 

“Besides,” she carries on. “Judging by your panic, I think we should wait a little longer to talk about having kids.”

You sigh, playfully. “But we can still practice making ‘em, right?”

“Robert, your mother is stood right next to me.”

“Oh–uh…uh oh.” Luckily, you hear your sweetheart giggle as she struggles to come back to normal.

“I love you, darling,” she whispers. “Goodnight.”

“I love you, sweetheart. I'll be dreaming of you.” 

“And me. Bye, Robbie.”

The phone clicks as you hear a tiny cry from the living room, the record having ended. Putting the phone back in its place, you walk back to the room, excited to share more anecdotes with your new best friend. 

thank you to @ginabaker1666 and @sagesolsticewrites for reading this over and over to make sure it was PERFECT 🥰

masterlist

#masters of the air #mota #masters of the air fic #mota fic #rosie rosenthal #harry crosby #jean crosby #its been a long long time #winnie writes #rosie rosenthal x oc

[saltiness-is-my-love-language]

Can you do a Triumphant!Wilson × Female!Reader to make a evil romantic relationship to join his dark side to make her his evil queen in the constant?

Don't Starve Together (Triumphant! Wilson x Female! Reader)

(TW: slight manipulation)

It's not clear why or how you ended up in the constant. One minute you were minding your business when you were sucked into a spiral-like portal. For the past few days, you've had to survive independently. Killing monsters and gathering materials. All while you had the feeling of being watched.

One day you met Wolfgang while you both tried to help each other kill a deerclops together. Once the stupid thing was dead Wolfgang invited you back to his base where you meet other survivors. It was nice, but sometimes you could hear them whisper with worry about someone named 'Wilson'.

"Who's Wilson?" you asked Wickerbottom. "Another survivor and friend of ours, but he went missing and we haven't found him since," she says setting her book down. "I'm sorry for your loss," you say giving the older lady a hug. "Thank you dear," she returns giving you a hug as well. Suddenly you were ripped away from the hug by an unknown force that not even you or Wickerbottom knew what it was.

As time passes you notice strange things happening. Thermal rocks would appear in your tent on colder nights, monsters never seemed to attack you, and it felt like you were being physically guided somewhere.

Then one day... "Wilson!" Webber yelled running over to a medium-sized male in a dark suit with spiky shoulder pads and slicked-back hair shaped like a spiky W. "Hello Webber," he said petting the spider boy on his head. Everyone gathered around their friend asking questions. Only you and Maxwell stayed back.

Since you didn't know the man, and you did not want to spoil the little reunion the group was having. As for Maxwell, he seemed to be slightly scared of Wilson's return.

"And who's that?" Wilson asks pointing a gloved finger at you. "That's a new member (Reader). She's been a great help," Wickerbottom says. "Agreed, new member very helpful!" Wolfgang adds.

"Hello there dear," he says to you, holding out a hand. "Hi," you awkwardly say taking his hand. "What is someone as beautiful as you doing in a place like this?" he asks holding eye contact. "I'm not entirely sure myself sir," you say. "No need for formalities, my name is Wilson," he laughs as other members return to doing what they were doing.

"Oh, you're the missing person! I'm glad you are okay," you exclaim almost like you forgot the interaction everyone was having a few seconds ago. "Well thank you for the concern my dear (Reader), I do hope we can become very good acquittances," Wilson says before bowing down and heading to his old tent.

"Be careful," Maxwell says watching Wilson leave. "Excuse me?" you ask. "I said be careful around him, being gone and alone for so long on your own here can mess up your brain," he explains. "I was on my own here for a while are you implying I have a messed up head," you exclaim raising a brow.

"What no! Ugh you women and your emotions," he grumbles before walking away. "Go choke on a rock!" you shout out after him not noticing the eyes watching you leave sliming at what just played out.

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A couple of weeks passed, and the bond between you and Wilson grew. First, it started with you always being in the same group to go out and collect resources. Then you both started hanging out in your free time chatting by the fire, or talking while he worked on inventions.

Others at the camp started to see how Wilson would save food for you or make you avoid getting dangerous jobs. Many also saw the glare he gave to anyone who got too close to you or how he would purposely find ways for you to rely on him. Slowly they started to talk to you less, because of the fear of what would happen to them.

One day while out in a flower field making flower crowns in the hope it could help fix some of the friendships you didn't hear the sounds of footsteps.

"Hello dear," the familiar voice rang out. "Wilson, hi!" you exclaim patting a spot for him to join you. "What are you doing out here all on your own?" he asks taking a seat next to you and sitting closer taking in your scent. "Trying to make flower crowns for everyone else back at camp," you explain not seeing how Wilson's brows furrow at that.

"Oh, I made you one too," you say, grabbing a crown made of roses. Placing it on his head you get back to work trying to hide the blush. "Roses?" he asks pulling off a petal and playing with it in his hand.

"I thought it matched your sharper angles and clothing, plus they're pretty," you explain. "Hmm, you're very insightful," he says, leaning closer. "Thanks, but it seems it's not really helping right now," you say placing down your current crown. "Why's that?" he asks playing with some of your hair.

"Because no one is talking to me. Feels like they don't want me around anymore," you explain, tears coming to your eyes. The people who you helped and survived with all of a sudden turned their shoulders to you. "There's no need to cry, you never really needed them in the first place," he says.

"Why's that?" you now ask, this time turning to look at him seeing a slight blush on his face. That was something you've noticed, no matter how confident he acted he was still a shy awkward nerd.

"Because I can help you. I mean who do you think kept you safe all of those times before you met me?" he questions. "You?" "Exactly," he says with a smirk. That was all him helping you? Scaring off monsters and even your friends. It makes sense since he showed up everyone became distant and Maxwell did warn you.

"Crazy idea," he randomly says breaking your train of thought. "How about we leave this place," he adds leaning back crushing a small flower under his hand. "And go where?" you ask placing down the flowers. "To my new palace. If you don't like it we can build another palace for you, either way, you wouldn't have to worry about being ignored or left for dead," he explains leaning forward closer to you.

"But what if they need our help?" "Oh (Reader)," he laughs placing a hand on your head. "I've always liked how you care so much about others, but isn't it about time someone cared for you?" he inquires touching foreheads with you. "I guess," you quietly say.

"Then come with me. Become my queen and we can live in peace without fear of starvation or death," he says. Looking back at the base you can see others laughing amongst themselves. A happier atmosphere took over the camp without you there. Looking back at Wilson you give a slight nod. "What if I say no?" you inquire. "Do I have to remind you who kept you safe this whole time? You do owe me for that, my dear," Wilson says smiling. "Plus look at them! They seem so happy without you there. Without your help and everything you did for them. It's only fair to punish them for such bad behavior," he adds.

"Okay, I'll go with you," you say after thinking. It's hard being a nice person for so long. "Wonderful! Oh my dear (Reader) you will not regret this," he exclaims picking you up and spinning you before crashing his lips onto yours. "I promise I'll keep you safe," He whispers placing you down with his forehead pressed to yours. "Alright I trust you," you say gently kissing his nose causing him to blush again. "Let us get going now shall we my Queen," he says bowing.

"Of course my King," you laugh doing a fake curtsy. Smiling Wilson hooks his arms with yours leading you away from the base as the fog moves out of the way revealing the base to be empty.

(This one ended up being a bit of a yandere, but whatever)

(Art by me)

#ds x reader #dst #dst x reader #dst wilson x reader #dst wilson #ds wilson #don't starve together x reader #don't strave together #don't starve #don't starve together wilson #don't starve wilson

[mellorphic]

do you have any songs that remind you of dsmp characters? if so, please gimme

(also what is your favorite song/band/artist in general)

Tysm for the ask! I could literally talk about this for hours on end.

Favourite song/band/artist changes all the goddamn time but right now Scum by Lovejoy

In terms of characters you are opening a rabbit hole for me, buckle in.

Tommy

What Can I Do if The Fire Goes Out? By Gang Of Youths fits his exile arc, his relationship with Dream at the time as well as grieving Wilbur - “Do I throw my hopes in the fire? Do I throw my clothes in the fire? Do those things grow in the fire, or burn just to keep me compliant?”

Worried About Ray by The Hoosiers gives Pogtopia!Tommy vibes, with the way he wanted to protect L’Manberg and protect Wilbur - “the truth be told, the truth be told, I’m worried about the future holds, the future holds. I’m so tired of being worried about Ray.”

A lot of AURORA songs give me Tommy vibes but especially It Happened Quiet which reminds me of his third death. She uses a lot of nature related metaphors in her songs which I think fit his character - “Eyes blue and hollow as it rains against their will”

Good Grief by Bastille is such a c!tommy song about grief and how he processes people dying/leaving. I can’t emphasise this enough - “You might have to excuse me, I’ve lost control of all of my senses. You might have to excuse me, I’ve lost control of all of my words.”

Wilbur

Ramblings of a Lunatic by Bears In Trees, specifically for the election era but probably fits most of his L’Manberg arc - “Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others. I’m trying to distract myself from the fears that I’ve discovered.”

Youth by Daughter reminds me of the legacy that Wilbur left behind once he died on Nov 16th after blowing up L’Manberg. It’s such a sympathetic song, too - “Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked this home, it was a flood that wrecked this home, and you caused it”

Saint Bernard by Lincoln fits Revivedbur so so much, but specifically in Hitting On 16, his relationships with Quackity, Tommy, and how he felt about the way people treated Dream (read: how he felt they treated him) at this time - “I said ‘make me love myself so that I might love you’, don’t make me a liar, cause I swear to god, when I said it I thought it was true.”

So many Lucy Spraggan songs?? It’s so hard to pick just one but I’m gonna go with Roots for reflecting on the early days of the L’Manberg era - “I bought a big house in the country, I live there now, does nothing for me. Bought a fast car, white and sporty, when I look back I was pretty poorly.”

Niki

Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives as a puffychu song during Niki’s rocket duo arc? Pain. Pain and suffering - “Abandon all your stupid dreams about the girl I could’ve been, my dear. Cuz in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear. Oh, my dear.”

The Calling by The Amazing Devil is such a Doomsday Niki song about her looking back on her life and who she used to be - “I look into the water and see a face I don’t understand. We’re both unwanted daughters, but there’s more than water in these autumn hands.”

Moonsickness by Penelope Scott is literally Manberg Niki and how she was trying so hard to fight for her home but it was futile - “And in your blood you know what’s right, and in your bones you know what’s wrong, and in your throat you know that you’re lying to kids and you know nobody belongs in this hell”

ilomilo by Billie Eilish about post-nov-16th rain duo from Niki’s pov - “I tried not to upset you, let you rescue me the day I met you, I just wanted to protect you, but now I’ll never get to.”

I also think that The Call by Regina Spektor fits all of the L’Manbergians and what they value and their experiences during and after that arc - “And then that word grew louder and louder, till it was a battle cry. I’ll come back, when you call me. No need to say goodbye.”

I’ve been saying since 2021 that The Horror and The Wild by The Amazing Devil is literally Phil and Wilbur talking in the button room, with Phil being the part of Madeline Hyland and Wilbur being Joey Batey - “Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring, I promise you, they’ll sing of every time you pass your fingers through my hair and call me child - witness me, old man, I am the wild.”

If you’d like me to assign songs to specific duos, arcs or characters I can 100% do that! Or if you want a more in depth analysis of any of these songs, I can do that to (this is open for anyone to ask me about, not just Mayrine!)

#tommyinnit #c!tommy #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #nihachu #c!niki #dream smp #dsmp #niki nihachu #orphic talks #song analysis #dsmp analysis #L’Manberg #Pogtopia

[theysangastheyslew]

Hey!!!

I want to share more suffering with you, homie haha *crying*

What do you think of the episode? Especially 132 part ofc!

Hi friend! :'))))))))) Ooooooh honey that gif is such a mood XD I’ve been trying to collect my thoughts and this is the best I can do atm. Sorry it’s kind of wordy but here we go 🥲

Ok! So ever-present pacing issues aside, the overarching story made for a solid episode and the animation was incredible. Hell, even the things I disliked objectively looked well-done out of context. Overall, that was no small feat to pull off, especially in such harsh working conditions. I truly do want to acknowledge that.

But in regards to 132, you guys already put into words how I feel better than I could. I may not have anything new to add, but I’ll say what I liked first and then put my issues under a cut.

As someone who actually really likes Yams’ art style, I loved that they consistently kept Hange’s face accurate to the manga. It was really inconsistent throughout the final season and they struggled to not make it too short a lot of times. Hange was always still stunning of course but the difference always stuck out to me. Here everyone was drawn well, but you can tell she got some extra attention.

The way they inched Levi closer to where Hange was sitting while talking with Yelena. Insignificant yeah but consistent with their past behavior. Also I’m glad they tweaked the position of his bandages so it looked less like they were painfully tugging upwards on his nose.

The pained expressions of the kids and Hange watching Levi struggle to even hold his gear

The “unrequited love” exchange. It had most of the softness and emotion from the manga even though the weight of that line will never be realized in non-written form. The camera lingered on each frame in a way that conveyed the sentiment. This is what got my hopes up that they would stay truer to the source material with DYH.

I'm so glad they left in Hange's lines to Flochroach about not giving up. Helps show—once again—that they wanted to live

The choked way Levi said “Devote your heart” + Hange’s widened eye and soft gasp at his words. Though not tearing up like in the manga, the shot still looked lovely for the half second it lasted. He doesn't pause halfway through saying it though so this one I'm still wrestling with.

Of course, the last stand. Onscreen, Hange took out at least 16 colossals (including the ones we see trip and get trampled) and definitely more offscreen (when they cut away to show other characters) and for the last few, did it while in the most pain a human body can feel. 7/10 for combat, my ass. Idk about y’all but I can’t stop hearing Romi Park’s screams in my head. I knew it would be nauseating and brutal but dear God. At the same time I cannot put into words how proud I am of them. That's my commander 💜

Ok “like” is definitely not the right word for this but I had wondered when I first read 132 how Hange’s gas tank was so well-insulated that it didn’t ignite, and.. well I got my answer.

I’m thankful that they didn’t show a glimpse of Hange’s bloody, crushed remains the way you see in the og panel. That at least felt respectful to me. This is wishful thinking I know but the defined charred outline makes me choose hope they fell more off to the side from where the titans were walking so at least there was maybe still a body left to recover someday.

The afterlife scene, the kids all sobbing their hearts out, Levi holding his own hand in the aftermath trying to process what just happened, and Onyankopon confirming the plane’s significance all really were appropriately gut-wrenching.

I really recommend taking a little break between The Rumbling and Sinners. It definitely makes the shift in emotion less jarring and less

When I did that with my rewatch it helped with the flow of things.

Ok, now twist me up and call me a pretzel bc here there be some salt :|

I’ll try to leave out my og issues with the manga chapter itself (like how painfully obvious it was all just to make Armin commander and how unnecessary Hange dying was IN THE FIRST PLACE and IF it had to happen at all how it could have been done at the final boss skelepalooza showdown, etc.) and just focus on the episode.

Goes without saying but it bears repeating: pacing. 75% of my issues with the execution of DYH would be gone if they just slowed down a bit. Just let the weight of it sink in a little. That this moment —all shreds of shipping aside— is the end of the line for these two heroes who have been supporting each other for ten years while bearing the weight of the world on their shoulders. But Mappa completely reversed the timing of the sequence of events. In the manga we had a longer, more intimate farewell followed by a last stand that was so short even when you knew it was coming it left you reeling from how fast it was from start to finish. Whereas here they hurried it along to get to the “main event”. Hell, it flows better in gif sets than it does in the actual show.

To me, it felt like Hange’s demeanor didn’t really change from talking with the kids to speaking with Levi, making their false bravado seem like less of a front. I know their tone was meant to sound like they were keeping up appearances, but with how often Hange just gets reduced solely to being a titan freak the way they had Romi say the lines made it sound like actual excitement, especially with the way they drew Hange's facial expressions (more on that next)

Hange’s little smirk after the salute. I kinda get what they were trying to do here but to me it came off as very flippant and dismissive of Levi’s choice of words, especially since they all but got rid of their lips trembling and eye beginning to well up with tears. I wish we’d gotten the big fake smile and laugh because that would have shown better that Hange was overcompensating by trying to put their brave face back on after starting to lose their composure. Their fear is obvious in the manga but it just simply didn’t come through as well throughout this entire exchange.

Sooo Hange almost tears up when Pieck said their words inspired her yet minutes later when their Best Friend tries to say goodbye there’s nowhere near that kind of reaction? Sure, Jan

Levi’s face. Ok look. It’s not a lack of emotion on his part that bothers me. It’s that it’s an entirely different one to begin with. He looks bummed at first yes, but then that changes to what I’m guessing is supposed to be determination which comes off as anger or annoyance (kinda like what changed with his scene with Armin on the stairs). They removed what made this parting different from previous ones, which was the sense of open vulnerability and the dawning realization that now he’s going to have to let Hans go too. See it's not like they were in the middle of the battle just yet. This situation came on suddenly and unexpectedly; it wasn't "supposed" to happen. One second they were on track and the next Hange is being torn away by fate. And yes, the highlights play a part in that transition. Anyone who draws eyes knows the importance of placement and intensity and the major impact they have over the final expression. And when drawing a comic you certainly don’t take up valuable page space with three panels focusing on the hope draining out of someone’s eyes if it wasn’t supposed to be the focus. I mean for fuck's sake, even the Final Season!Nendoroid Levi got it right. Plus, if they could make a point of getting Eren's eyes right during the raid on Liberio they could have gotten it here.

When the camera cuts to the kids watching the titans fall the angle doesn’t let you see that Levi can’t bring himself to watch for more than just a second

NOT MAPPA’s FAULT but since I’m being whiny right now I’m going to add that while ACWNR is a mixed bag to begin with, WIT’s adaptation not including Levihan’s introduction saddens me bc Levi asking Hange to keep watching loses a bit of extra oomph.

Really it just comes down to the fact that there was nothing wrong with the original page. It wasn’t overdone or dragged out by any means but considering many other scenes got shot-for-shot depictions I don’t think we were asking for anything outrageous by wanting a faithful adaptation. The couple frames we got that were almost perfect were so freakin fast you barely had time to process them before it cut away.

I wanted to like it, I really did. Especially since MAPPA did so many things so incredibly well as a whole. My expectations weren’t high, and I did want to give it the benefit of the doubt. But when it came to DYH, it felt both watered down and disjointed, like a completely different scene.

But so it goes. At the end of the day, Hange still dies a horrifying death for plot convenience, and Levi is left behind to suffer once again. It was always going to hurt and I was never going to be ready for it, no matter how it was done.

#gahhhh i keep seeing posts that better verbalize what im trying to say #words are hard #tldr: basically i agree with what you kleinzoe kachuusa warm starlight murdergiraffe nenithil glassesandswords and mcxynth all said #now imma go listen to voices carry by lights and the world is ugly on repeat bc if i see 1 more ‘hange was suicidal’ take ill eat my hand #le me #replies #ramblings #rantings #snk #levihan #analysis

[silver-ink-iron-words]

Could you do another part of Dinner Guest? I love it so much!

Thanks for reading my work. I hope you like this one too :)

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Part 1

Part 2

Dinner Guest, Part 3

“These are going to scar, if you’re not careful,” LaChasse said, tracing their fingers along the cuts circling Julian’s arm.

Julian ducked away, glaring.

He’d gained more burns in the last few weeks, as well as bruises and slashes and scrapes. He was starting to build quite the little collection.

On some days, it felt as though LaChasse was finally wearing him down. But on others, his resolve actually strengthened. He had learned new strategies to cope with pain, and he was dogged by the knowledge that giving up would render all his suffering meaningless.

Plus, with his friends gone, with his home stolen away, he really had nothing left but this one last mission seeped into his bones – resist.

“How many are there?” LaChasse asked, sounding bored.

“You could have any one of your underlings do this,” Julian said, eyes roving over the details of the holding cell. “Or do you just not have anything better to do with your time?”

LaChasse snapped their fingers at a henchman, who walked over and backhanded Julian across the face.

“Going low-tech today,” Julian observed, rubbing at his jaw. “What’s the matter? Break your fancy little gadgets?”

LaChasse sighed. “Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn’t have left you behind in that restaurant.”

“Feel free to take me back there anytime you’d like. I’ll buy you dumplings as a parting gift.”

LaChasse signalled, and the henchman raised his fist.

Julian flinched.

“That’s what I thought,” LaChasse said. “Now, second chance. How many are there, who are they, and what are their powers?”

Julian glanced over to the prisoners. There were more than usual today – at least fifty. A total of seven were powered. He spotted some familiar faces in the crowd, but most of them were new. A hundred eyes with a hundred different emotions stared back at him. Fear, anger, sympathy, guilt.

“I’m not saying.”

The henchman hit him again.

His face throbbed, and he tasted blood.

He shook his head. And was hit.

He looked over to the henchman. “Please tell me this is hurting your hand at least a little bit.”

The henchman raised his arm, and Julian braced himself. But then, LaChasse held up their hand as a signal to stop.

“You think you’re cute, don’t you?” they said.

“Maybe on a good day.”

“If I didn’t know better, I would have said that you’ve forgotten that I won. Forgotten that you’re mine.”

“I told you on day one, pal,” Julian replied. “I'm not surrendering.”

LaChasse’s eyes were unreadable.

They pulled their gun, and leveled it at Julian’s head.

Julian paused for a moment, and then forced out a laugh. “Ha, nice try, Collector. But I know you don’t trash your own prized possessions.”

He said that, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the gun’s hollow dark barrel.

LaChasse studied him for a moment, their gaze piercing. Then, something on their face darkened. Julian’s pulse quickened.

“Rick, grab a prisoner and bring them here.”

A second henchman peeled off the far wall and headed towards the cell.

Julian froze. “What are you doing?”

He took a step forward, but a large hand gripped his shoulder. It was the henchman that had been hitting him just moments ago.

Rick came forward, dragging a pretty young woman with dark curls. He threw her at LaChasse’s feet.

“What’s your name dear?” they said, crouching down to her level.

“Angie.” Her voice was a strangled whisper.

“Charmed to make your acquaintance, Angie.” They pulled a pristine embroidered cloth from their pocket, and used it as a gag. “Now, shake or nod your head, please. Are you powered?”

She rapidly shook her head “no.”

LaChasse turned their attention to Julian. “Well, my little detector, is she lying?”

Julian swallowed, his eyes racing between the two of them. “You got your answer. She’s unpowered.”

LaChasse rose up, and pointed their gun at her forehead. “Well then, it seems I have no need for you.”

Angie thrashed, but Rick held firm. Julian tried to lurch forward.

“What the fuck?!” he shouted, struggling against the henchman’s grip. “LaChasse, stop!”

“Is she powered, Julian?”

“You always let the unpowered ones go!”

“Are you going to give me what I want, or are you going to let an innocent woman die?”

They clicked off the safety, and aimed.

“She can fly!” Julian yelled. Then, he went limp. “Please. Don’t shoot. She can fly.”

Angie’s eyes flew to him. Were they full of terror, or betrayal? He wasn’t sure.

“There, now was that so hard?” LaChasse beamed over at him.

Julian tore his gaze from Angie’s, and took in a shuddering breath.

“Not only can she fly,” he said. “She’s supersonic. Fast enough that if she hits Rick’s trick knee and grabs the prisoner in the orange hoodie, she can – ”

LaChasse’s eyes burst wide in realization. “Shut him up!”

The henchman tried to grab at his face, but he dodged.

“He’s got heat vision!” Julian called to Angie. “Carry him up to the ceiling and – mmph.”

The henchman finally got a big meaty hand over Julian’s mouth. But it was too late.

Angie really could move fast, and within seconds she had gotten free and was fighting her way back into the cell. LaChasse shouted orders, and the henchmen swarmed, but they couldn’t get there before she blasted upwards with orange-hoodie-guy in tow.

Bright red lasers shot from hoodie-guy’s eyes, cracking the ceiling tiles, sending a cascade of white dust and rubble over the people below. But, more importantly, he destroyed the wires running just above.

The electromagnetic field that had been suppressing all powers inside the holding cell switched off.

And that’s when all hell really broke loose.

LaChasse’s henchmen tried to fight back, but they were outnumbered. The little old lady with super strength ripped through the cell bars. The businessman transformed into a swarm of bees and launched at a henchman that had been shooting fire balls everywhere. The teenager with acid spit unleashed their ability with a zealous glee.

LaChasse lifted their gun, but someone chucked a remnant of cell bar at their face, sending them to the floor.

The henchman holding Julian pulled him backwards. Julian writhed, but he only had half the henchman’s strength.

Then, something collided with the both of them. Julian hit the ground hard.

Before he knew what was happening, Angie was there, holding out her hand. “Come with us.”

“I – ”

“Men!” LaChasse shouted. They heaved up, bleeding from their head. “Forget the other prisoners! Don’t let the detector escape!”

A fireball flew right past Julian’s face, and hit Angie square in the stomach. Her head slammed against the concrete when she fell.

Julian cried out, patting out the flames.

Then, a prisoner shoved him away and scooped Angie in their arms. Julian snapped his gaze up in confusion.

“I’m sorry man,” the prisoner said. And they really did look sorry. “But it’s too dangerous to be around you.”

With that, they sprinted towards the hole that the old lady had punched in the wall.

Julian started to scramble after them, but a weight landed on his back. Arms wrapped around his chest. Tugged him backwards into some strange facsimile of a hug.

He felt a cold whisper inside his ear.

“Where do you think you’re flying off to, little bird?”

Soon, the henchmen had surrounded him. But before they fully closed in, Julian was able to glimpse the last of the prisoners escape.

“You are going to regret this,” LaChasse said, still holding him.

“Probably.”

Julian hoped that the crime lord interpreted his trembling as adrenaline from the fight, and not as a reaction to the fact that his heart rotted like a carcass inside his chest.

Because, he’d only noticed the potential escape strategy a handful of seconds after revealing Angie’s power.

For a few brief moments there, LaChasse had successfully broken him.

Part 4

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[yzeltia]

Wolgraha Week

Day 1: First Kiss Characters: Krile Baldesion, Keith Summers, G'raha Tia, U'rahn Nuhn Rating: Teen Notes: N/A

"Are you going to be a layabout or are you going to help me sort out these tomes!?"

G'raha jumped as Krile woke him with her scolding, nearly toppling his ink well on his desk. Adeptly seizing it, he hastily corked the vile then looked to his dear friend as she gestured to the thicker books too large for her hands.

"Apologies. I find myself needing a bit more rest than I'd like to admit as of late. Though I am feeling more myself…with distance."

"Let's not pretend you have not always enjoyed a little catnap now and then. Though, I am glad you are starting to get over your breakup."

G'raha's ears flipped back, "I have certainly not enjoyed anything of the sort. One accidental snore in a lecture and I hear of it well into my adult years! And…"

The Scion trailed, ears twitching then lowering as he thought of Y'zel. "I'm not sure if you could call it a break up when we were not brought together by choice. The initial attraction was there, I believe that at least was mutual…but everything after finding the first page of that damn book was all magick. It's been more like coming out of one of those realistic dreams where you have to convince yourself it did not actually happen. Maybe if things had been different…but perhaps not…Even enthralled as I was, my feelings for U'rahn and Jannie bled through as they were more real, though remain ever unrequited."

Krile frowned, "Perhaps you should talk to Thancred. He knows well of the hardships of your actions not being your own."

"It was not as if someone else was crawling around in my skin. I cannot open wounds because I lost my senses due to a well intentioned spell. It doesn't -"

G'raha stopped as the doors to their office swung open with a Hyur holding several brown bags came striding in. Krile smiled, turning from the Midlander to her friend. "It seems our lunch has arrived just in time. I'm sure it'll lift your spirits. Oh, have you two met?"

G'raha shook his head while the Hyur beamed at him and set the bags down, his emerald eyes meeting the Miqo'te's ruby ones for a brief moment.

"I can't say I've had the occasion," G'raha answered.

"Well then, this is Keith Summers. He was the one who assisted me in Eureka. Keith, this is G'raha Tia, a long time friend and fellow Scion."

Keith smiled then held out his hand to shake with G'raha's. "I didn't do more than run about collecting readings and repair a few aetherytes. And I guess bested some weapons and a big magic sphere thing."

The Scion shook the other's hand while Krile laughed, "Yes, Keith was indispensable in learning the secrets of Eureka."

Keith chuckled then started to break down the bags of food for the two while they went to work sorting the tomes and getting them away from their eating space. When finished, G'raha found himself in front of his favourite hamburger. Eager, he took a bite before flicking his ears up high.

"This is from The Last Stand? They've really outdone themselves this time."

"Oh no. Keith uses the kitchens here in the Annex. Made to order," Krile sang as she sliced off a piece of her turkey leg to cut into bite size pieces."

"It's true. Speaking of which, I really should go clean up. I'll come back for the dishes later and to help you shelve things," Keith called out as he made his leave.

G'raha swallowed before taking another enthusiastic bite into his burger. Finding Krile staring at him, he flicked his ear. "Is something a matter?"

"What do you think?"

"I've no earthly idea. That is why I'm inquiring."

"I meant of Keith."

"An exquisite chef. I might gain another ilm in my belt if you plan on keeping him around."

"Oh. Darn. I was hoping for a better reaction than that," Krile sighed.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, he's a rising hero and a gormond. And handsome. I figured I'd get a little more out of you than that Raha."

The Miqo'te felt his face twinge red as Krile grinned at him, "Don't tell me you took him on as a means to set us up!"

"You do need to get over the Warriors of Light and that whole business with Y'zel. At the very least he can entertain you. He's quite charming though our Archon 's sister says he's quite dense. What was the word Shtola used…a himbo?"

"Krile!"

"Well! It is true."

G'raha shook his head. "I am in no need of a matchmaker! I…I…"

"At the very least, take him with you on your outing to Mor Dohna. He's good at taking orders and has the Echo. I really do insist."

"Well…at the very least I can get a food meal or two out of him," G'raha sighed.

-One Aglia Later-

"Did you see me!? I traded blows with the Destroyer himself!? No one at home will ever believe me. And I won!"

G'raha laughed, watching the sweat drenched Hyur bounce with each step. Keith had proven to be quite the asset on his delve into the myths of the realm. Smiling, he watched as Keith bounced ahead, exchanging punches with U'rahn ahead of him. As G'raha trailed behind he swallowed a bit, finding himself staring at Keith instead of U'rahn. Though their together time short, he couldn't help but feel a gravitation to him. Keith treated every outing like an adventure and wanted G'raha there to shine with him as equals. Krile, he felt, found him the perfect catch. If only the idiot could see how he felt.

As G'raha sighed, U'rahn tucked back, putting his arm around his shoulder, "Hey Hey. You like that guy don't cha? You're giving him the same googly eyes you give me and Jannie. Want me to say somethin'? I can be your wingman!"

"No need, Rrrahn. It is just a passing crush."

"That's what you said about me and Jannie but you're still totally into me rrright," U'rahn teased.

"Less and less with each passing day," G'raha mumbled before pausing as Keith turned, locked eyes with him, then grinned as he flexed an arm.

The Miqo'te let out a whine, covering his face as he said, "Thal take you Krrriel!"

-A Night Later, Old Sharlayan-

G'raha yawned as he padded out onto his balcony, stretching in his pajamas as he briefly took in the night air. His ears perked as he caught the sound of a light snore. Turning toward the sound, he found Keith in his smalls, dozed off in a garden chair on their connected patio. Blushing, the Miqo'te reached out then gently gave Keith a little shake, finding his body to be warm to the touch.

"Keith. Please rouse. It's far too cold to be sitting out like this."

"Huh? Wha? Raha," Keith asked, eyes lazily opening back up.

G'raha covered the bottom of his mouth as his cheeks burned with embarrassment, watching the Hyur move to stand upright. 

"I do not rrrecall me asking you to remove the tribe honorific from my name," G'raha said under his palm.

"Oh. Sorry. That's how Krile refers to you so I thought it might be okay."

"It is something one does when they are close with one another. Like family or very close friends."

"Ah. Apologies," Keith sighed, rubbing the back of his head. 

"It's fine. I suppose it is not something you'd know unless you were around Seekers frequently. Ah, is there a particular reason you are in your smalls out here?"

Keith looked down, "Oh. I didn't really think anyone could see over here and I sort of forgot our rooms were connected. I run kinda hot so I came out here to cool off before bed. I'll be uh, in lounge pants next time."

"You are fine as you are…In that it does not bother me if you feel comfortable as such. A passing currrioosity and this is mostly a private space.”

Keith chuckled a bit then gave a little nod, his own cheeks turning red

. “If you’re sure. I’ve been told I have no sense of modesty. And, well…I’m not good at this sort of thing but you seem to kind of look at me like you look at one of my hamburgers. I just don't wanna make you needlessly uncomfortable given we’re working so close together. Going on all our little adventures has been really great, even though it’s frequently Krile’s errands. And, well, I enjoy you looking at me…when we’re out doing stuff…And…I’m really not good at this sort of thing, really…And Pops said I that someone could write it on their face and I wouldn’t be able to tell…not my dad, he’s this Garelean guy…What I’m trying to get at is that I think you might…y’know…and if you did then well…I…uh-”

G’raha silenced the babbling Hyur, practically jumping into the other’s arms as he pressed his lips to the other’s His tail flipped high as Keith moved his hands down his back, a hand resting just under his raised appendage. His hands raked through the Ala Mhigan’s brown hair as his tongue clumsily pushed past his lips.

“G’raha…w-wait,” Keith panted after breaking the kiss, bumping their foreheads together.

“No G. It’s okay. No G anymore.”

Keith swallowed then moved the other against the wall, “Raha…I uh…this is the first time for me really. Where I understand…”

“First? Scholar…surely not…”

“Well, when I was little there was a girl that fancied me and she stole a kiss and then punched me when I started to cry. I kinda liked her too but it shocked me. More of a peck really- And well…”

G’raha huffed then kissed the Hyur again to pull his focus back. “It’s okay. I’ll teach you…”

The Miqo’te drew back in, letting Keith close the distance in his own time. It was slow to start, small pecks before G’raha teased the other’s lips open. The Hyur shivered then allowed their muscles to great, shaking as they tangled together. Feeling Keith stir under him, G’raha broke their embrace and opted to hug onto him, kissing on his ear.

“Ah, Raha…I’m…”

“I know. Me too,” G’raha cooed, hugging onto the man tighter so he could feel he’d risen in turn, “While, I do not mind instructing you in the future…Given the newness of all this, perhaps we should go to bed and talk more soberly in the morning?”

“To bed…by morning I think we’d be in the same position. Though I’m used to ignoring it…”

G’raha whined then slipped free of Keith’s arms, ears lowering as he gave the other an amused grin, “I meant to our own rooms. Whatever, private reflecting we might do on our own might best be left to the imagination for now.”

The Miqo’te watched as Keith swallowed, then let his eyes drift downward before letting his eyes quickly flit away as he headed back toward the room. 

“W-wait!”

G’raha’s ears perked as he found the other turning him, his fingers gently brushing under his chin to tilt his attention toward him. Keith kissed him once more, softly, lovingly.

“Goodnight….Raha.”

The Miqo’te flushed then reached out, taking his Hyur’s hand in his own before leading him into his room.

“Raha?!”

“Just to sleep together…Nothing morrre.”

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[dear-mortality]

the shepherd prince

chapter four: over some tea

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character description: frost serpent, humanoid dragon with cobra head, slightly larger than zaroth in width but alot taller, muscular figure covered in fancy clothing, blue color palette. feronid, big beard and shiny golden armor, kind of pale skin, two sabers on his waist each on another side, 5'10.

character pronouns: frost serpent (he/void/ice)(mainly he/him are used in this chapter) feronid (he/him)

"oh old friend this has been nothing but pleasant. nobody can understand me as much as you do." zaroth said sitting in a palace of ice with each wall of it filled with portraits, each corner with artifacts, and a cobra headed dragon that's slightly larger than him in the opposite chair sipping its tea slowly before answering

"indeed my fair ruler" said their host "we've been friends for as far as i can remember" he said before he did a quick little hiss sound, void was a humanoid dragon with beautiful wings made of ice crystals, his main color is blue with all its shades and their clothing golden, and he had filled his house with his colors.

"oh please i still can't believe I've been the exact same for all these lives in a row" zaroth replied while putting their tea on a table that just moved closer "i mean there's really no way a mortal can continue to choose life so many times and be the exact same in each life no matter what happens. it would be a miracle"

"miracles are exactly what i collect dear zarothhhh" he hissed gently "and I've been archiving a few lives of yours, their end always so beautiful. i truly hope you don't choose to pass on any time soon"

"but time is your thing frost serpent" zaroth stated with a smug expression on his face and a voice hinting at a question

"i can only outlast time my fair ruler, i can freeze it or let it go faster- but i simply cannot control it. that's another deity's job. isn't that what you're wondering?"

"always knowing what's on my mind is something you should take pride in old friend" zaroth stood up and walked around a bit looking at the portraits that move as he walks by "not many realize how my mind works"

"brilliance can blind those who only saw shade my friend. you can't blame them for not realizing your true capabilities when they've not seen anything like it." the serpent said as he was slowly and elegantly moving towards him

"perhaps you're right. i WAS told the twin deities of curiosity had a huge interest in me when i was but a little child." zaroth stated proudly as he was gazing on a portrait where an ocean rages around a lady sitting on some rocks

the dragon puts a hand on zaroths shoulder "you know i enjoy your company friend, but don't you have dutiessss to attend to?" he said in a reminding tone

"ugh. unfortunately." zaroth said in a tired tone "I've done the impossible and had an entire kingdom run on kindness and pulled strings and yet THERE'S STILL too much to do."

zaroth turned to the dragon and hugged him "its simply not fair. i can't even stick around where my mother stays for too long. her grave is always so cold.....this portrait however windy makes me feel a glimpse of her warmth here."

"i understand dear zaroth. but you must go back there." the serpent said kneeling infront of him and holding his shoulders before going back to his seat "for both of us really. watching you rule your country is definitely one of my favorite activities."

zaroth giggled "well if you're so eager to watch then i can only comply." they look at their mothers portrait "see you soon mother."

zaroths eyes stop shining in ice blue before he moved suddenly while taking a deep breath, panting and ventilating

a servant enters his chamber in a hurry

"what's the matter?" zaroth said in a worried tone

".....well my ruler.....your sister is back.....empty handed" the servant stated in fear after gulping

zaroth raises his eyebrows in surprise. "really? aimanat??? of all people?????? well this is a first." zaroth stood from their throne and was readying a spell of some sort "summon her here. we have alot to talk about."

"at once my lord-"

"i am no one's lord." zaroth stated firmly in an annoyed tone, interrupting the servant

"...yes my ruler"

"more like it. now go on and be quick about it please, curiosity is so close to killing this cat."

the servant left in a hurry as zaroth mumbled magical incantations to himself

but his brain was racing. "what did aimanat deal with i wonder..."

at the same time ether was turning in bun's bed as enfys keeps trying to cool him down

"ether...." enfys said in a worried tone as she thought how much he's suffering at the thought of all those people being hurt and killed by him. she remembered how he was barely holding it together at that hill.

enfys sits by him quietly as ether battles their fever....but ether had the most peculiar dreams

enfys saw it. in ethers thought bubble. some entity tormenting him. it laughed at his suffering. enfys couldn't recognize the entity before ether woke up and screamed before looking at enfys next to her with a worried but almost angry look on her face.

"....did i do something wrong in my sleep again.....did someone get hurt....." ether said with a cracked voice

"no. fortunately- but also strangely- you did not. you somehow managed to control your curse to an extent. but we are unaware how much this will last" enfys stated this as she was gesturing at ethers werewolf arm

ether looked at the arm and saw visions of the blood of the people he slaughtered on it, their screams echoing through sky's head, he looked away.

enfys could only comfort ether so much. but his mind was racing. what was the entity. and why the sudden change in ethers curse.

back at zatieon the generals had all gathered around aimanat with zartoh infront of her as bee was kneeling

"how did you come back empty handed sister?" zaroth asked with a look on his face waiting for a hint of some sort

"im too embarrassed to say infront of the other generals my ruler"

and zaroth got the hint, but some other general didn't. he was a little taller than zaroth, he had pair of sabers on his belt and his entire armor golden and shiny, he had a big beard, a scarf that he tied to cover his hair under his helmet and thick eyebrows, he was just a tiny bit paler than everyone in the room, enough to stand out at least.

"HAH! even the mighty aimanat could fail it seems. at least it helps against evil-eye high general" the general said with a sarcastic tone. "I'm sure it does general feronid but now I'd rather stay alone with the high general. if you'd all be so kind as to leave us alone that would be nice." zaroth said looking at feronid with a glare flying daggers his way. feronid and the other generals left in a hurry fearing their ruler won't be so nice in the next answer.

zaroth casted the spell they had readied at the door as soon as the others left

"alright. we can talk now. your hint was a bit too bold this time however dear sister." zaroth said as their face showed how curious they are to know what happened "and don't worry the spell will make sure nobody can hear anything."

"the werewolf and the witch seem to be friends of some sort. i didn't get the whole thing but as far as i can tell something messed with my magic arrow and I'm not sure if its the witch's work or their dog." aimanat reported as she was taking out a dagger that zaroth immediately stared at in glee "the witch gave me this to contact them as to arrange a proper time for an audience. i told them you merely wanted to see if they have control over the werewolf. they seem cooperative, but i do not trust them."

zaroth immediately took his gaze off the dagger to answer aimanat. "and why is that?"

"the witch had very strong magic it hurt my head before i had to tune it out." aimanat said looking directly into bee's sibling eyes

he was shocked

but pleased

"well well well." zaroth said descending the throne and holding the dagger. "it seems my work as ruler will have to wait my dear sister. this? is awfully interesting." zaroth then laughed as aimanat looked worriedly at her sibling. bee knows that it's not going to end well if zaroth doesn't control their curiousity.

the sun sets and the day is over. but so many things will take place in the next.

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