#i like that you can see the shot reverse shot get closer each time it cuts hahaha

[romantichomicide95]

Hi Bee!! Congrats on the 1000k!! What a huge milestone! You deserve every follower. <3

I'm here to request a chocolate chip cookie as well as a birthday cake cupcake (but reverse, so reader is the one saying Levi is cute when he's mad. MAKE THAT MAN FLUSTERED) and an iced macchiato to go please!

Thank you. :3

Sky, my love. I hope you like this! I suck at endings btw

Levi Ackerman

“You’re cute when your mad”

You're sitting in your bedroom, anticipating Levi's return. It had been a few hours since the argument. It was stupid really, just one of the small little tiffs you and Levi seemed to get into. They always say opposites attract, and though that’s very true opposites also clash; so arguments were bound to happen between the two of you. Still, you felt a tiny bit of guilt lingering in your chest.

Finally, the sound of the front door creaking open broke the stillness. You leapt up, dashing out of the bedroom to greet Levi. His usually stoic expression remained unchanged, but there was a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

"Hey, Levi," you spoke softly with an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry for earlier. I didn't mean to upset you."

Levi sighed as he removed his boots, his gaze avoiding yours. "You have a tendency to push my buttons when you know I'm stressed. It's frustrating." He says harshly.

You let out a sigh, understanding exactly what he meant. You had always thought you knew how to handle Levi's mood swings, but sometimes crossed the line without realizing it. "You're right, Levi. I shouldn't have made light of the situation."

Levi turned to face you, his arms crossed tightly against his chest. The tension between you was palpable, but you refused to let it consume you. Stepping closer, you gently placed a hand on his arm. "You're cute when you're mad, you know."

Levi's eyebrows shot up in surprise, momentarily breaking his usual composed facade. "Don't be ridiculous." He groaned but you could see a faint blush rise to his cheeks.

You couldn't help but smile a little at his reaction. Levi wasn’t one to get flustered easily, or care what others thought of him. But when it came to you, well at times that all seemed to fly out the window .

“It's true, Levi. It’s kind of adorable actually, but I really am sorry.”

He sighed again, his blush growing deeper. “You’re so damn annoying you know.” he said, rolling his eyes. “ But I suppose I can't stay mad at you for too long.” he admitted.

A weight seemed to lift off your chest. You knew Levi wasn't one to easily let go of his frustrations, so his words were a small victory for you.

A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips. "I must have some sort of superpower to break through that tough exterior of yours."

Levi scoffed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "More like a you’re a pain in the ass." He said, amusement in his town.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Well, I'm glad my annoying antics can at least bring a smile to your face."

Levi rolled his eyes yet again, but this time there was no malice behind it. "You have a strange way of showing your affection," he muttered.

“And yet, you still put up with me. Guess we're just made for each other." you say stepping closer.

Levi slightly shakes his head, his expression not faltering. “Making assumptions now, are we?" he replies with a slight chuckle. “Youre right though. I guess we are.”

You chuckled, relieved that the tension was starting to fade away. "I know I’m right. But I promise I'll remember to think twice before teasing you when you're already stressed."

Levi stepped closer, reaching out and brushing his hand against yours . It was a subtle touch to show he cared, and that you were forgiven. "Good. Because I'd hate to have to teach you a lesson."

You throw your arms around Levi’s neck, closing the gap between you. “Oh, is that a threat, Captain?" you teased, you couldn’t really help yourself.

“Call it what you want brat.” And with that, Levi's lips met yours in a passionate kiss, effectively silencing any further conversation. As the kiss deepened, all the tension and worries of the day seemed to wash away.

#levi ackerman #captain levi #levi x reader #levi aot #snk levi #attack on titan #levi attack on titan #aot fandom #aot #levi ackerman x reader #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman drabble #levi drabble #aot x reader #aot fluff

[angelthefirst1]

Isabelle and Carol are Beth.

This is a weird concept for some to grasp as they view the show as having many different characters who are all different.

However to me they are all the same person and one Terminus (ending) moment in particular confirmed this for me.

Terminus meaning the end or end of the line, is showing what will happen at the end of the show.

We see this crazy dude (Rick) with a coda on the right side of his forehead get out of the train car at Terminus and yell "We're the same, we're them, we're the same!" He then has a good laugh about it and dies.

They are all the same and the ending (Terminus) seems to be pointing to that.

But, so are the characters in that they move in and out of each others story, repeating and inverting scenes that have already been played out.

I call this infinity because they go around and around with the story, but invert and reverse it at the same time.

Every scene has a twin scene right near it, the twin scene is reversed, creating a situation where the beginning is the end and the end is the beginning of each twin scene.

For example, in episode 5 we saw Isabelle wake up in a bed at Quinn's place she was unconsciously taken there without her knowledge. She is wearing the Beth look alike cardigan and polo top, depicting Beth waking up after being shot at Grady (Something we haven't seen yet), but we know Beth changes back into these clothes before she gets shot.

Then in episode 6 we see Isabelle wake up again, this time at the nest.

Here's where they invert and reverse everything.

She's now got blue pajamas on, a repeat of Beth's blue hospital scrubs that she wakes up in and she has scars. First time waking up for Beth is the last time waking up for Isabelle.

And Isabelle has a combination of Beth, Carol and Dawn's injuries from Grady combined.

I will show you this convergence of signs with the injuries after i explain why everything being show together at once is so important.

This convergence of signs is so important because, they are using the biblical template of the last days (Terminus/Coda) where the convergence of signs all happening at the same time together, is a maker that the messiah (Jesus/Beth) is about to return.

Jesus's disciples asked him to describe the sign's of the end times (Terminus/Coda) and what that would look like...

Matthew 24.3

“Tell us,” they said, “when will this happen, and what will be the sign of your coming and of the end of the age?”

4 Jesus answered: “Watch out that no one deceives you. 5 For many will come in my name, claiming, ‘I am the Messiah,’ and will deceive many.

6 You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed.

Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. 7 Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom...

We know they are building towards a massive battle with the CRM to end the show.

There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. 8 All these are the beginning of birth pains.

The birth pangs are use to describe the signs getting stronger and stronger before the messiah comes back, just like contractions get closer and closer together and stronger and stronger before a child is born.

The linking of birth pangs to the Messiah coming is a reference to Laurent's whole story.

Jesus then goes on to list more signs of the times, i would need 10 years to go into them all, you can look them up yourself. But Jesus makes sure to explain that it's the convergence of all the signs happening at the same time, that is the marker for his return.

We all know Beth is portrayed as Jesus in the walking dead.

Mathew 24.33 In the same way, when you see all these things, you can know his return is very near, right at the door.

Lets look at how all the signs are all there, just like Daryl said to Beth.

Beth's story will begin again, like it ended.

Back at Grady we saw Carol hit by a car and taken there while unconscious, similar to Isabelle being taken to Quinn's. Carol was given drugs at the hospital, Isabelle was drugged before being taken to Quinn's.

But before arriving at Grady, Carol sustained a bad shoulder injury due to the ambulance falling off the bridge, the ambulance that had a statue of a nun in it.

Daryl says to Isabelle "Pretty impressive battle wound for a nun".

Isabelle gets stabbed through the shoulder like Dawn did with the scissors, and her wounds are stitched up in a manner to remind us Beth's scars.

Isabelle's stab wound goes all the way though like Beth's head shot went all the way though too.

Dawn's stab wound to the shoulder didn't go all the way through, and like Carol's shoulder injury, it was superficial.

Dawn getting shot and dying, is the twin inverted scene to Beth getting shot and not dying. And the two head shots literally happened right next to each other, a twin scene just moments apart is a convergence of the signs, beginning to end, end to beginning.

The last scene of episode 6 DD we see Carol hide a wrench up her sleeve, while Beth hiding the scissors up her sleeve is almost the last thing Beth does before she dies.

Carol knocks out the Guy on Daryl's bike from behind and puts him in the car, coming full circle to Carol getting hit by the Grady car and put in it!

If we circle to Beth after she gets shot, unconscious, she will get placed in a car.

Isabelle, at the nest, wakes up with the shoulder injury and realises Daryl has been sleeping next to her.

Just like Carol and Daryl in Consumed but reversed, Carol gets her shoulder injury after this moment. I'll say it again, Carol and Beth are inverted twins, and only one of them made it to Terminus or the end of the show...

The hawk eyes of @bethgreeneprevails found this coda on the pillar at the nest.

And it's significant that it's being shown now, again it's shown twice, it has a twin scene very close to each other.

First we see it while they are feasting at the nest and Daryl gives a toast.

Still, we saw the other twin scene, and it's here that Daryl says "Home sweet home" to Beth, while they raise their glasses and drink.

It's no coincidence that episode 6 DD is called 'Coming home', and it's in this twin scene with Isabelle that we are shown the coda symbol on the pillar once again.

It's the first time we have seen it since Coda!!!

The twin coda seen with Daryl and Isabelle the second time, when they are talking about Daryl leaving, depicts the end of Daryl and Beth's story. Where it ends in goodbye (death).

From now until the end (Terminus) of the show we will see the fulfillment of Jesus's words: But the end is still to come. 7 Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom...

They will at the end of the show, converge all the spinoffs together for a massive war and a cure of (death/sin) being found.

The cure story will be a twin to the beginning of the show at the CDC when Dr. Jenner is looking for a cure, and he says, "we're all infected." He didn't find one back then, but the twin inverted scene at the end of the show will.

And yes, the pillar we see the coda on is suppose to be a call back to the tree that Morgan finds the coda carved into just after Beth is "killed" and the twin scene to that coda, is the guy at Terminus!

Yelling we're the same!

As for Beth's return, we see a hint of what's coming next, when Genet talks about how she used to work in a Museum. We are heading to that museum - the Louvre. And it's where Beth (Isabelle/Clemence Poesy) will be found.

The end.

#team delusional #team defiance #team beth lives #bethyl #beth greene #beth is alive #beth is coming #beth greene lives #td #beth x daryl

[lostusagis]

@whimsiicalmuses asked:

“I didn’t mean to fucking care about you okay? I took that bullet for you because I fucking care and I shouldn’t because you’re selfish, pig-headed, egotistical and a royal pain in my ass and most times I hate you, but I do. And I would love to not give a damn, but I can’t. So fucking yell at me all you want. I would do it again in a god damn heartbeat.”

(Maybe this is when she is in the hospital and they are talking again about what happened?

Kamui had been relieved he managed to even get Kouleia to a hospital after she got shot. The whole time he had been sitting beside her bed though, wanting to know everything about her condition and to make sure she was going to stay alive. He was still dealing with the anxiety over the whole situation.

When they got around to actually discussing what happened again, he'd look at Kouleia, pretty shocked when she dropped the bomb that she cared for him to such an extent despite how much they clash with each other.

He doesn't immediately answer, gaze prying away from her as he stares down at his hands. The memory of them being covered in her blood was still really vivid.

Kamui was battling with his own thoughts, wondering why HE cared himself. Him, the bastard who can multiple people and feel nothing. Yet, he had panicked to such a degree when Kouleia got shot. He could've just left her there, he could've just forgotten about her.

But that meant, he wouldn't see her face anymore. The face of someone he constantly argued with, the face of someone he mostly used as a means of having someone to kiss given his lack of knowledge when it came to that.

''I was yelling because I didn't want anything to happen to you...... it should be common sense to know I'm not someone who normally even yells in the first place.'' He could usually always keep a level head, but in that situation it was difficult.

''A lot of the time I hate you too, you're really annoying and definitely think a lot of yourself which pisses me off. A lot. But...'' He looks over at her, before getting up and walking closer to her bed.

''I'd prefer being able to hate you than not have you at all.'' Kamui leans in and presses his lips against hers. Lingering for a few moments.

''I also like having someone to kiss.'' There was a slight smirk when saying that.

''So, don't ever do that again. Ever. Or I'll kill you myself.'' That was obviously an empty threat.

''I'm not even human, I can handle one or two bullets from a stupid gun from this planet. Don't think so lowly of me. That's not going to kill me. Hell, I've had worse than a measly bullet wound.'' As much as he was trying to smile despite what happened, the smile ended up fading.

''....Worry more about your own life instead of mine. Please.'' There was a hint of a plea, desperate for her to listen. Kamui honestly didn't want to lose another person, because he unfortunately started caring for her as much as she ended up caring for him.

Had the roles been reversed, he would've taken the bullet for her without question too.

#IC. Kamui #whimsiicalmuses #( ah sweet angst lol )

[weskersluvrrrrrrrrr]

Hi this is my first rq, so if i do something wrong i apologize! So uh Wesker angst right hahaha

What about a Wesker who’s in denial about being gay lawl. Its an idea I wish people would play around with. But anyway have a good day ^^

SILLY GOOFY IDEA

I love it so much why haven't I thought of it

I'm adding this to my reverse au but it's like it's own thing so it's not connected but Wesker a rookie and it's like that TikTok audio "stop making me have gay thoughts, playboy carti, I look at men and feel WEIRD" but it's not playboy carti and it's you

male reader, no pronouns but Wesker a fag and it's sorta focused more on him then you but he like confesses to you (I'm a man who likes men (and very rarely women) I think I can say that) (correct me if I'm wrong)

A little bit of angst but it's Wesker being goofy and lookconfessing to you

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His gaze wandered back to you again for what felt like seventh time today, he just couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He shot his eyes back down onto his work, though his thoughts didn't leave you, in fact he thought about you even more. He thought about that pretty smile of yours that charmed, those gleaming eyes he could get lost in, and that pretty hair of yours. Before to long of thinking about you he stopped himself though. His thoughts of you were disgusting and perverse, at least that's what he thought, and seeing his friend in such a way is disrespectful and gross.

Though the term 'friend' never felt right for you and him.

Close? Sure. But closer than friends. But he didn't like you in that way, of course he didn't.

Closer than friends with the way you touched him constantly, a hand a little too low on his back or your hand lingering on his a little too long. But those were just small little things, they meant nothing. The praise that made him feel delirious and flustered didn't mean anything, it didn't mean he liked how you praised him. No, it just means he liked being told he did a good job, nothing more, and nothing less. And him admiring your looks meant nothing, he just recognized another good looking man is all.

At least he tried to convince himself of that for the longest time. Until it finally clicked.

He was in your office with you, helping out with paperwork and reports assigned by irons, when suddenly, after hours of silence, you spoke.

"I really appreciate you helping me out Al, your such a good partner."

Partner.

That word sent him reeling, thinking about being your lover, taking care of you, and you taking care of him. God it finally clicked, he finally realized what he felt.

He was in love with you.

"Sir, I'm flattered you think so highly of me, I think I feel the same. And stop calling me 'Al' "

"Okay, Bert."

In the next few days he kept going over these few words. Did he really love you? No was his first response, it was merely platonic how you two were partners. But after a few days he stopped denying it, accepting what he felt. What he truly felt.

You and him had gotten drunk a few days later, tired from work, training, and all the murder cases happening, you bought a case of beer and went over to your house.

Wesker had gained confidence, whether from the drinks or the conversation from a few days ago, he spoke.

"Hey, Cap'n. I have something I want to tell you."

"What d'ya wanna tell me, Rookie." You laughed at the stupid titles you managed to still call each other outside of work.

"Uh- fuck it." He breathed out before looking at you.

"I think I'm in love with you, Sir."

You turn over to him, staring for a moment before a stupid, lovesick smile spread on your face.

"I think I love you too, rookie."

He dived on top of you, overjoyed that you loved him, that you felt the same way, he didn't even realize what he was doing when he placed his lips on yours.

After a few moments, you leaned your head back, pulling away from the kiss.

"Jeez Al, how long have you been wanting me, years?" You snickered at your words and watched him look away embarrassed, before looking at you again

"Stop calling me Al"

"Okay, Bert."

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I'm so tired sorry if this is bad :((((

#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #resident evil #dbd wesker

[justagalwhowrites]

Re: my last comments about wanting to reread Lavender.

Have you ever thought about any differing OG Lavender-verse where Joel does get over his shit a little quicker? I’m still mad at him for *spoilers* being mad at her for not telling him about the thing. Like it’s so reasonable that she was going to but *things* got in the way. And what she went through to TRY to keep everybody safe… ugh. It’s telling how traumatized he is that he couldn’t get it together but I think sometimes he was too hardheaded.

Also, I never thought about it but as you say in the AU he’s her everything. That’s me & my now husband. He was older (6 years, not crazy) and my first and only. Now 16 years later and married and still very happy, maybe I appreciate that story element bc I relate ❤️

Hi Bestie!!

I'm going to go in reverse order kinda because part of this reply is gonna be REAL long lol!

That's so sweet with you and your husband!!! I'm so happy that you can relate to that and that you found that with him, that's so lovely <3

Spoilers for Lavender below the cut!

So there were a few points where things could have diverged in the OG Lavender-verse. The big one being, Doc doesn't lose the baby. He would still be traumatized as fuck and their relationship would be rocky but they may never fully break up (or, if they did, it wouldn't be for as long because Evie would force them to see each other and they couldn't keep their hands each other if they had to be around each other often.) Their relationship would have been ROCKY though and I'm not sure it would have lasted as Evie grew closer to adulthood.

There were some other points where things could have been different, too. The first time Doc leaves the QZ and it's just her and Joel and they run into raiders on the way back? By that point, Joel was kind of at this tipping point. He was so shaken by the near loss of her - and they'd just slept together the night before and had been in such close proximity for more than a day by that point - that he was very nearly ready to try to get her to give him another shot. Her freak out about the raiders - and her snapping and telling him that Sarah's death was NOT on her - pushed him the other way. Now if they'd gotten back together here, I'm not sure it would have stuck for long? She may have latched on tighter and not let him pull away when he started to devolve again but otherwise, he'd still be coping with a lot of the same trauma brain shit he was otherwise and it would have taken its toll.

Another time was after McCarthy comes to the QZ, when he finally knows everything that happened during the outbreak and feels so guilt ridden about it all. If they'd had sex that night, they'd have been together again at least for a while. But trauma brain Joel would have come along to ruin the party again.

The big thing is, the QZ was an inherently retraumatizing place to be, especially for Joel (the militarized power, being surrounded by death, etc.) and his brain going "HEY CARING ABOUT SOMEONE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS WILL LEAD TO YOUR DEATH" would, at the very least, make their relationship's survival a constant fucking struggle. The reason it sticks later is a combination of things. 1) He's at this unique point of "she's leaving and you will never see her again, you are losing her, this is the end" that forces him to admit just how much he cares about her in spite of trying to push her away for so many years. It also forces him to realize just how desperate he is to keep from losing her. He can't live without her, proximity (or lack there of) won't change that for him. 2) They're forced to stay together and work together to get Ellie to where she needs to go, so things that might normally force distance can't. She can't run to Andrew, he can't run to Tess, they can only turn to each other and they do. 3) They end up in Jackson, which is a far more healthy environment than the QZ, and - outside of shit like KC and stuff with the fireflies and a few blips along the way - the trek west is relatively peaceful compared to QZ life. Yes they're under threat and cautious and it's a struggle to survive BUT you're not being held at gunpoint by agents of the state and burning the bodies of dead children on the regular, a vast improvement over QZ life (and obviously major triggers for Joel.) This gives Joel some emotional space to come to terms with his trauma and start to heal and recover, pulling him out of this cycle of constant retraumatization. It's like with Maslow's hierarchy of needs. QZ Joel could never make it past that first level, when he constantly felt like his life was at risk he can't do the bigger work of healing and self actualizing. All his emotional energy is spent on survival. Once he has the space to do it, he can start to heal and be a partner to Doc.

ANYWAY I know I basically wrote a super long novel here lol! I hope it makes sense (and know that my interpretation is NOT the only valid one!!! It's definitely OK to be like "nah I think if they'd done x differently it would have worked.") I definitely get sad about all their lost years from time to time but I'm so glad they found their way back to each other in the end.

Thank you for reading and for reaching out!! Love you!!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #kit answers #send asks #lavender

[real-life-senshi]

The scene we've all been waiting for!!!! (Or at least, I've been waiting forever for!) IT'S FINALLY HERE! And there's absolutely no way I'd leave it to screenshots because images can't do it justice.

LIKE LOOK AT THIS! the 3 successions of camera shots with progressively slower replay speed and closer view of those two passing by each other, PLUS THE SOUND EFFECT????!!!! This is absolutely one of the overused filming techniques for the soulmate trope storyline, and they used it on these two!!!! ADSFEWJSKHD

We also see this used earlier in this episode with Usagi, Mamoru, and Hina - the soulmate, forbidden love & love triangle trope.

And when you consider the Minako solo scene just before this, where we see Minako's praying and we have a visual that represent Minako's loneliness, and then THIS HAPPENS AND SHE AND REI MEETS?????

HELLO????? MY GOD! Basically, everything in this scene and episode points to Rei being the person to change Minako's life! If we extrapolate this further, we can even say it symbolizes as Rei being the person to bring Minako out of isolation! HOW POWERFUL IS THAT?!!!!!!

And the same can be said in reverse too! Even though it might just be a plot device to get these two in the same place, Rei met Minako ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF RISA'S DEATH, the crucial incident that started Rei on her path of being a loner as well. Even though Rei has Usagi, Ami and Makoto now, to have met Minako on such as significant occasion adds meaning to their meeting and what Rei and Minako mean to each other. Everything that led to their first encounter with each other gives a "destiny / fated" vibe.

Just from this one scene alone, how can I not ship those two???? I absolutely knew I was in trouble the first time watching this. Everything I see pointed in that one direction, and I can't turn off all the literature, theatre, and film analysis skills my literature classes at school forced into me. Reinako was my first wlw ship I fell in love with and definitely raised a lot of questions about myself as well. LMAO

#reinako #hino rei #aino minako #pgsm act 17 #khmyh liveblogs #khmyh rewatches pgsm #i need to also properly make this into one of my reasons to ship reinako gift sets lol

[hexedrosel-arts]

Something Halloweenie while I suffer from being in 2 honors classes

Also where this idea came from under the cut because I'm just being rhoavhjwbisj

So what if all the kindergarteners(and staff) did because time loop shenanigans, except Kidd because all his deaths kinda just countered each other and he just lived instead? Then later down the line, like a decade or something. It becomes a museum or memorial for the tragic event that occurred.

Kidd decides to spend a lot time there, maybe it's his job or something. He just wants to be close to his fallen friends.

Then at night, while Kidd is working(like a jaintor or nightguard position? Or maybe he just sneaks in during closing time to feel a little closer to his dead friends), he swears he sees a ghost.

Now Kidd definitely believes in the supernatural, he has time loops powers(?) and can break the 4th wall so who knows.(Also monstermon cards, but that's Nugget's thing not Kidd's.) So he just, interacts with the ghost. And boom! It's actually Buggs or Carla, because they died instantly do to being shot in the head, so they would probably be the first ghosts to appear in my mind.

Kidd is shocked only because 'OMG! You guys are ghosts and I can see youuuu!1!!11'. While the ghost is like 'Why do you look like the Hall monitor but if he got addicted to caffeine and not cigarettes?!??!!?'.

So Kidd is now working to try and get all the ghosts together to try and reverse time or something so they can all be alive with him or something cheesy like that. So now Kidd has to deal with 5 year old ghosts who still the same menaces dead as they were alive(and also have to keep them from being seen by like, his coworkers or people who come by like parents/siblings or something.)

All this while trying to explain to these kids that he's kinda the reason they died? (Staff too but I imagine they probably don't care, or who knows maybe the 5 year old ghosts managed to kill the dead twice and make them double dead)

#rose-laced art #rosey rambles #no main tag #no main tag sorry #my brain is in overdrive #other character designs coming soon

[callmearcturus]

So I've been OBSESSED with TES recently holy cow the brain rot is real you did so well on that fic I can't stop re-reading it. I was wondering if you could go over how you came up with how the classpects work in dreaming? It is so cool all the ways you gave each one a purpose and a job without feeling wasted.

So in hindsight, when I did my 2.0 revision of TES, I wish I made one more change and that's to kick classes to the curb and just have Aspects. There is already a variable power curve in the foundation of the story. (If it's not obvious, you go "godtier" in dreaming by making it to Limbo, this is why Karkat is so overpowered, he's one of the vanishingly few who's done it.)

Time was always pretty obvious with how it worked, and is very powerful in a dream where this stuff is already malleable. Dave had the ability to rewind a dream, but at godtier I think he would have had a one-shot total restart of the dream.

Space was supposed to be linked the veracity of dreaming, and how real things feel, which either makes a Space dream feel very fake or extremely real with no middle ground. I think at godtier a Space dreamer who live-manipulate the architecture of a dream, though it'd be incredibly risky.

Void is hinted at thru the story, as Roxy is able to 'delete' empty space between her and where she wants to go. It works like the natural gaps you have in a dream, the unimportant pieces of continuity stripped out. Also she can go invisible obviously. I think at godtier, Void dreamers can interact with the blank gaps in a constructed dream, get into the 'back stages' that weren't intended.

Blood is easy. Karkat is able to hear the heartbeats of every dreamer and upon godtier generate his own shades.

Breath dreamers I think can just fucking fly. I think a godtier Breath dreamer can make anything fly, like telekinesis.

Mind dreamers I think can hear a little whisper of the sleeping thoughts of the dreamers around them, which lets Terezi have the same "who's real" radar at Karkat. I think at godtier they can reverse it and project their thoughts into others, which would be a mindbogglingly useful skill for team cohesion.

Light I never had a solid idea on, I'm gonna be real. I almost want to take it fully literal and have Light players able to control with the dreamers see and make illusions, adjusting the stage if not the setting.

Hope would be the aspect of the subconscious imo. I think having their onset ability be a constant humming intuition that drops them information about the dream and the dreamers would be good, and it gets more and more powerful the further they get into the dream, apexing with them being godlike in Limbo.

Heart was always about having a closer relationship to the projections and the shades. Being able to bamf through them at will, building up to the idea of permanence. I know I had a thing jotted down that a godtiered Heart dreamer could change what level of the dream they are conscious in at will, which is very dangerous but also supremely useful.

Those are all the ones I had ideas for, personally. Hope they're interesting.

#the eurydice suite

[puckwritesstuff]

🎵 10

10. "Fear & Delight", The Correspondants

“You're an addiction pulling me to a grave end You're an enemy who I'm keen to defend Down the black hole of my lust I descend It's wrong but I want you tonight”

Thank you for the ask!

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Old Loki had the first watch. He often did— the others stood sentinel better after a good rest, and despite being old when he got there, he hadn’t felt his age in centuries.

Kid Loki and the alligator were close, curled around each other in a protective embrace. The lovers weren’t too far off. Romeo Loki had his hand in Juliet Sigyn's hair, and she whispered to him to calm his emotions enough to sleep.

The member of their little band that was closest to him, as usual, was Harley-gyn. She would always lay down at his feet wherever he’d sat down. Every time, he told her she didn’t have to do that. Every time, she said she didn’t mind.

A few strands of hair had fallen into her face and he gently brushed them away. He was reminded of the young woman he’d take back to his chambers, shivering and sobbing after another rescue and another heartbreak. She wasn’t his wife—the strong, sorrowful king he knew long ago. She wasn’t a lover— he knew better than that. But she was Sigyn. She was Sigyn.

After an hour of watching Alioth move along the horizon, Old Loki was distracted by a sudden sound. Harley-gyn’s sleep had turned fitful and she gasped. Old Loki put a hand on her shoulder, preparing to wake her up like he normally did, but paused. He took a deep breath and tapped into magics he hadn’t used in… he couldn’t remember. Enchantment magic swirled around his hand, and it seeped into her as he entered her dream.

Harley-gyn was on her knees before President Loki in a room Old Loki didn’t recognize. The other Loki sat on a crude imitation of Odin’s throne on Asgard, made of scrap metal and junk. There were bruises on Harley-gyn’s face and a collar around her neck that President Loki held the leash for. He pulled her closer, a sickening grin sliding across his face.

“Closer, darling, closer…” he purred.

Harley-gyn fought against the leash. Old Loki could see tears in her eyes, and that was all it took (all it ever took) to get him to step forward and break the leash with a spell.

“Do not touch her,” he said to President Loki.

President Loki regarded Old Loki.

“Now it took some particularly tricky spell work to get into her head like this,” he said. “But you… you’re with her aren’t you?”

Old Loki didn’t respond. He knelt down and unbound Harley-gyn’s hands and took off the collar.

“Are you all right?” he asked her.

She laughed through her tears.

“Ain’t nothing I ain’t dealt with every night since I left him,” she said. “He’s really here, ain’t he?”

Old Loki nodded.

“Do you want him gone?” he asked.

She looked over at President Loki, who only just barely masked real concern.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know what I am without him.”

He nodded. “Would you like me to make this safer for you?”

She blinked, wiping her tears away.

“Can you?” she asked.

He smiled. “For you, Sigyn, I can do anything.”

Old Loki stood and turned to President Loki, who stood from his throne and started to back away from the two of them. Old Loki grabbed him by the tie.

“This won’t be pleasant,” Old Loki said. “But I promise that in spite of my desire, it will not be more painful than necessary.”

Old Loki hit the center of President Loki’s forehead with his finger. A bright beam of light shot out of where he hit and connected to the center of Harley-gyn’s chest. The light flowed from President Loki to Harley-gyn. Old Loki touched it, and the flow reversed. Harley-gyn stood.

“What did you do?” President Loki hissed.

“I gave her your spell,” he said. “You force yourself onto her, treat her like garbage, and refuse to let her go. And all the while, she feels powerless to fight you. She doesn’t need me to kick you out, she can do that herself, now, just as soon as she wants to. But something tells me she’s going to keep you around for a while.”

Old Loki let go and stepped back, looking to Harley-gyn, who smirked and summoned her bat.

Old Loki pulled out of the dream and watched Harley-gyn settle into a much more restful sleep. He put a hand on her shoulder, and looked back out at the horizon, Alioth still in the distance.

She wasn’t his wife. She wasn’t a lover. But she was Sigyn.

For better or worse, she was Sigyn.

#prompt #fanfiction #sigyn #loki #classic loki #president loki #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic #LDGP Enter the Void AU

[soaringonblackwings]

It's my Turn to Fly

AO3

Summary: Crow has been showing up with bruises, so Akiza takes upon herself to find out the truth.

Alternate Universe: Role Reversal.

Originally made for Yugioh Rarepair Week 2023. But I could not get it out in time. So, this is now made in the spirit of the event.

In the Tag Force games there was an NPC with a heart shaped marker on her. So, I like to think that Akiza would have a rose shaped or a vine themed marker.

Lately Crow has been coming to the garage with scratches and bruises. Everyday a new one would pop up. And when asked about it he would just deflect. It was starting to worry the sibling trio.

"I should get going." Crow announced.

"I'll go with you home." Akiza steps next to him. It was to get a closer look and find more bruises. 

"Thanks. But a girl like you shouldn't be out so late." Crow said taking a step back and looking away.

Akiza puffed up her cheeks. "I can handle the city. I survived in Satellite after all."

"The city is different." Crow shot back. "I am fine! I'll see you all later."

Crow left the garage.

"Oh! Who does he think he is?!" Akiza shouted. "We can see the cuts. It's clear as day!"

The boys could only sigh. They knew Crow had his reasons. They opted to wait until Crow would yell them. But trying to convince their sister of that was like talking to a wall. Long story short; she is absolutely concerned for Crow's wellbeing.

"I have an idea." Akiza said.

"What ever it is, don't do it." Jack said.

"How are you two not worried?" Akiza asked.

"It dosen't seem too serious. So it's fine." Jack said.

"Oh!" Akiza stormed off to her room.

-

After school.

"Hey, Crow. Why don't we hangout?" Leo asked.

"I got something to do. Later." Crow walked away. The twins nodded at each other. They followed Crow a short distance away.

Together with Akiza they came up with a plan to find out what was wrong with Crow. The twins would follow Crow after school and report back what they found.

""Huh?""

"It's the duel runner license place." Luna said.

"But Crow dosen't have a duel runner." Leo said.

Then it hit them both. They quickly ran until the building. They found a place in the stands where Crow couldn't see them.

"And that's what we saw." Leo said.

The sibling trio all looked at each other.

"Well I was right. There was nothing to worry about." Jack looked at his at his sister. She crossed her Arma.

"Why would he hide it?" Yusei said.

"Duh. He wants it to be a surprise." Leo said.

It made sense to everyone. Bur Akiza was quick to take action.

"Then we will make him a duel runner." She said. "It'll be our surprise to him when he gets his license."

She hummed as she rummaged through the scrap. Soon joined in by the others. Day and night. They worked on the duel runner. The twins did their best to keep Crow away from the garage. It was close to being finished. However, Akiza felt that something was missing.

She looked the the duel runner. It was primarily black and had yellow accents. She was thinking. It felt incomplete. Something was missing. She touched it.

"I wish I could soar the skies. Now that I am not caged, all I want is to fly."

"Wings." Akiza realized what was missing.

Then someone entered the building.

Startled she turned around to see Crow standing at the entrance. Not wantinghim to see the duelrunner, she stood in front of it. As if her tiny body could hide it. "Crow!"

"What is going on? Why are the twins keeping me from coming here?" Crow looked at Akiza.

"W-well...." Akiza glanced at the bike.

"What is that?" Crow asks. 

"A surprise for you...." Akiza awnsers.

Crow was confused. Akiza came clean about the plan she had with Leo and Luna.

"I wanted to surprise everyone with news of me getting my license...." Crow said.

"You were covered in bruises. What else could we think. I- we wanted to make sure you were okay." Akiza said.

Crow didn’t know what to say. He was still getting used to having people care about him.

"There is one thing left. To put on your new runner." Akiza smiled.

-

"Now what do you want to name it." Yusei asked.

"Blackbird." Crow said.

"After the Blackwings. Go figure." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Thank you everyone." Crow said. "Now that I have my license, I will be able to soar to new heights. This time it's my turn to fly."

-

One day Crow arrived at the garage.

"Oh, Crow." Akiza said.

"Hey Akiza." Crow said.

"What brings you here?"

"I was wondering if we could go for a ride?" Crow asked.

"Cool! I was just thinking that I want the wind blowing in my hair. Let me get Bloody Kiss." She said heading to get her gear.

"W-wait... there is enough on here for one more...." Crow's face was tinted with red.

Akiza smiled. She grabbed her helmet and wrapped her arms around Crow.

"I'll be sure to hold on tight." She chuckled.

#crow hogan #yugioh 5ds #ygo 5ds #akiza izayoi #akiza izinski #crow works #akiza works #first time writing this ship

[urlwint]

High falls of the cheat

#High falls of the cheat how to#

I hope it will help you plan your next shot. Under those columns you’ll find a portrait done with a single light source, a companion portrait done exactly the same but with a reflector on the left, and a picture of the setup. Distances are 80 centimeters, 160 centimeters, 240 centimeters and 320 centimeters. On the top, you’ll find the distance of the light from my wife’s head. You can also see the effect that a close by silver reflector had on the portrait. The first image was taken with a very close flash to wife distance: 80 cm, I increased the distance 80 cm more for each shot. The idea is simple, I took four lovely images, each one with a different flash to subject distance. The beautiful model on the picture is my wife, who kindly agreed to rid herself from two weeks of doing the dishes help with this exercise and. When making this cheat sheet card, I wanted to explore the effect that a large light source will have on light falloff. (Click here for a bigger size, and here for a super size) Using The Light Falloff Card For example, a large softbox will produce less light falloff then a small softbox a bare flash will produce more light falloff then a flash shot through an umbrella. The larger the light source the more diffused the light it produces and the less light falloff you will experience.

#High falls of the cheat how to#

The Strobist uses this fact to discover if the light source was close to the subject when discussing how to reverse engineer lighting. The closest the light source is to the subject, the stronger light falloff you’ll get. Image cc by Meredith Farmer What Effects Light Falloff? Notice that the light is bright on camera left and it falls off to camera right. In the picture below you can see how light falloff looks like. Your subject will be more lit where the light is close and darker where the light is far. When you are taking a portrait using only a key light (i.e. The area close to the strobe will be well lit and as the road gets further from the strobe it will get darker and darker, until it will become totally black. The simplest way to see this effect is to take a picture of a road at night with a strobe as a light source. The effect in which the light is dimmer on the far side is called light falloff. (This is not true for focused beams and laser, but this thumb rule can be applied to most studio lights and strobes). This is because the light will scatter more when it makes it long journey to the far side. OK, nothing new until now.Īs a crude generalization one can argue that the light that falls on the closer side to the light source will be brighter then the light hitting the furthest side. Some of those rays are hitting the object in the place which is nearest to the light source, and some of the rays are hitting the subject where is furthest from the light source. When ever we use a light source to illuminate an object, that object is being hit with multiple “rays” of light. (And this time we have a special guest, read on…) This was a great chance for me to produce a new cheat sheet to companion the portrait lighting cheat sheet and reflector cheat sheet that are already out there. As part of my ongoing exploration of portrait photography in general and flash studio photography in particular, I wanted to examine the effect that a large light source will have on light fall off.

#High falls of the cheat

[sailormoonsub]

distracting the police from your crimes by pointing at a bigger, shinier crime right behind them

#i like that you can see the shot reverse shot get closer each time it cuts hahaha #sms watches castle of cagliostro

[malfoysstilinski]

three’s a crowd | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: draco and y/n fuck in the common room and when blaise interrupts, draco can’t find it in himself to stop. 

REQUESTED: omg could i please request a rough slytherin reader x draco smut where they almost get caught like someone walks in but they make it seem like they’re just spending time together but draco edges her as he continues the conversation hehehehehehe

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, choking, slut shaming, hair pulling, oral receiving (both male and female), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation kink, probably more. 

A/N: this is my 2nd time writing this bc tumblr deleted it the first time. hope it’s worth it! 

MASTERLIST

An hour ago, the Slytherin Common Room had been bustling with life; members of the green-coloured house roaring the lyrics to their favourite songs and tipping back as many shots of Fire Whiskey as they could without throwing up. It had been a grand day to be a Slytherin, as today was the day that they had beaten the Gryffindors in a Quidditch match, and all thanks to your boyfriend, too.

The two of you had spent most of the night sat on the leather couch, you with your back to the arm and your legs draped across his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and glasses of alcohol in his hand. With a snap of the fingers, Draco had either Crabbe or Goyle topping them up like it was their full-time job. And all night, members of Slytherin had been coming up to congratulate Draco on being able to knock Potter out of the way just in time to catch the Snitch and win the game. 

Each time he’d smirk or chuckle, running a lanky hand through his pale hair and messing it up even further. It was already quite disheveled from your hand remaining in it all evening, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly combing through his silky blond locks as you used your other hand to raise your glass to your lips every now and then. 

Now, however, your glass was empty and everybody had seemed to call it a night, leaving the two of you alone in the Common Room, still buzzing from the alcohol and enjoying the quiet company of one another. You found that with Draco, you could sit in silence for hours and still understand each other completely. 

So when his large hand brushed your thigh where you dress was riding up, you knew what he wanted. Draco’s ring was cold against your skin as he ran it up and down your smooth thighs, even dipping underneath your dress a little but never going as far as your panties. You were growing wetter and wetter with every advance he made, but your boyfriend wasn’t watching you, his head was leaning back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling. 

His jawline appears so prominent due to his position that you can’t help yourself. Your hand glides from his soft hair and down the back of his neck, nails grazing his pale skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You trail your Slytherin-green nails across his jaw and grab it lightly, twisting him so that he’s forced to look down at you. 

When Draco does, his silver pools darkening with lust and curiosity, you lean up a little, wrapping an arm around his neck and tugging him down closer to you from where you lay with your back against the arm of the sofa. Now, Draco’s bent from his sitting position beneath you, his arm sticking out by your head and gripping the arm of the couch to keep himself hovering above you slightly. 

He expects you to dive in and capture his lips with yours, but instead, feels your mouth on his neck. It causes him to close his eyes and grip the couch tighter, making a serious effort for his drunken limbs not to collapse from the pleasure and crush you beneath him. He twists to get more comfortable, his knees now either side of your body and his other hand next to your face, pinning you beneath him on the couch. 

“Fuck,” Draco mutters when you find the spot that he loves so much. 

Your fingers have moved back to your hair to keep him still as you suck and gently bite at his neck, leaving a hickey or two in your wake. Draco pretends that it annoys him when you do it, but you know that he secretly admires them in the mirror when your back is turned, a smug smirk on his face as he walks into the Great Hall for breakfast after. 

“Mhm,” you murmur against his neck, blowing your alcohol-ridden breath on his new hickey and making him shiver. “I think you deserve a better after-party for kicking Gryffindor’s arse, don’t you?”

Draco smirks and pulls away from you. “I suppose I do.”

You love when Draco gets cocky. You watch as he pushes up from above you and moves to sit where he was, spreading his legs wide and unzipping and unbuttoning his smart trousers. You slide down onto the floor in front of him onto your knees, smoothing your hands up his thighs until you reach his cock which he’s pulled out of his underwear. It stands proudly, leaking with precum as Draco takes the base and lightly smacks your lips with it. 

“My good little slut,” Draco hums, eyes nearly shutting when you take him inside your mouth. “Knows exactly how to please me. Only one that can please me like this.”

You moan around him, the vibrations making a loud sigh leave from his parted lips. He leans back in his position on the leather couch, one hand moving to hold your hair whilst the other bends behind his head. He relaxes, watching you through hooded eyes as you bob your head up and down. Draco lets your hands grip his trouser-clad thighs, humming whenever you do something particularly pleasurable with your talented tongue.

“You take me so well,” Draco mutters, shifting so that his cock slightly hits the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water a little. “I suppose I deserve this, don’t I? Worked so hard on that Quidditch Pitch. Couldn’t think of a better celebration.” 

Draco’s self-confidence doesn’t turn you off but turns you on more. It’s not a common thing, but he’s clearly tipsy, muttering under his breath as he recalls how good you looked cheering for him on the stands. How, as he caught the Golden Snitch between his fingers and his teammates instantly moved to swarm him, that he knew you would be screaming his name-- in more than one way. 

Your hand moves up and you jerk off whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth with your hand. Draco makes small appreciative groans, his hand tightening its grip in your hair, tugging you down further. You tighten your mouth around him, making him hiss in pleasure. You can tell that he’s close from the way his head is now flung back, eyes clenched shut, but he pulls you off of him before he can finish inside your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Draco breathes, grabbing you by the chin and guiding you to your feet. 

As soon as you’re both standing in front of each other, you nearly expect him to lean down and press his lips hungrily to yours, but instead he turns you swiftly around and shoves you down onto the couch. You’re slightly breathless as Draco bends down, hovering over your face as his cold hand flings out to wrap around your neck. You squirm beneath him, his cool, silver eyes meeting yours. It nearly makes you shiver.

“I’m going to eat you out now until I’m satisfied,” Draco warns you roughly, listening to you whimper beneath his hand. “And you better keep your mouth down or people will come down here and see you for who you truly are-- a desperate slut.”

You whine now. It’s strange how powerful you had felt having him groaning under your touch, only for that to be ripped away from you in a couple of seconds with just his words and his hand on your neck. 

“Do you understand?” He spat, waiting for your nod of confirmation which quickly came. “And you remember the safe word, Y/N?”

“Slytherin,” you murmur back, watching him nod. 

Draco’s hand slowly shifts from your neck to slide all the way down your body, groping at your dress-clad breast on the way down. Once he’s on his knees in front of you, the roles now massively reversed but Draco remaining in the position of power, he slides your tight dress up your legs to reveal your house-coloured panties.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Draco mutters, reaching forward and barely pressing down on your panties, which, sure enough, are wet. “Who made you this wet, slut?”

He rubs you through your panties, your head snapping back and your eyes clenching at the sensation. You’re desperate for him to push your underwear aside and actually touch you. 

“You, Draco,” you whimper, looking back down at him and finding him already watching you intently, silver eyes ablaze. “You. Ever since you flew out onto the pitch in your uniform.”

Draco smirks at your words. He clearly likes them because it’s enough for him to push your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy to him. He wastes no time diving a finger through your folds, collecting your arousal and rubbing it towards your clit. 

“Mm,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “You did make a good cheerleader, princess. Very good indeed. I suppose your encouragement probably led me to win. Which means you deserve to celebrate just as much as I do.”

Before you can speak, Draco leans his head down and attaches his mouth to your pussy. You cry out softly, your hands immediately snapping to his silky blond hair. You tug a little when he laps you up, drinking in all of your juices and groaning into you. The vibrations are sent up your entire body and you nearly cry. Especially when Draco moves closer towards your clit, his tongue finally reaching the nub. 

He does kitten licks at it, teasing you and making you pant as you throw your head back, unable to watch him as he works his magic. Draco keeps his hands on your thighs as he laps you up, finally encasing his mouth around your clit and sucking. You gasp, your legs nearly flinging up to your stomach, but Draco’s grip tightens on them. 

He guides one of them up onto his shoulder, past his head, and you absentmindedly lift the over one as well. Draco’s hands reach behind you and tug you further down the seat of the couch so that he has an easier access to your soaked pussy. Waves of arousal flood through you each time he licks at your clit. 

It feels like barely any time has gone by before you’re hissing his name. “Draco, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper. 

“Come on then, slut,” Draco pulls away momentarily to hiss. “Cum on my tongue. I know you want to.”

It’s enough to drive you over the edge as soon as his lips are placed back on top of your clit. Your hips buck and you are forced to cover your mouth with your hand as you do exactly what he told you to and cum. Draco licks you all the way through it, remaining eager, his hands still gripping your thighs. 

You expect him to stop when you’ve come down from your high, so you’re surprised when he continues. You jerk underneath him from the overstimulation, whimpering out and grabbing his hair. 

“Draco, I c-can’t!” You cry, feeling tears enter your eyes as he laps you up over and over. 

“Of course you can,” Draco pulls away and slips a finger inside your soaked entrance, another one sliding in less easily as he pumps them in and out. “Come on, my little slut. I know you can.”

You don’t feel the need to say the safe word, even as the pain dwells on for longer as he curls his fingers inside you, pumping in and out as his other hand reaches for your clit. He rubs his fingers against it hard and fast, faster than you’re used to, drilling his fingers in and out like it's his mission. 

The pain quickly becomes pleasure and you don’t even realise you were close to cumming until you’ve fallen over the edge. Your mouth opens yet nothing comes out as you continuously buck your hips closer to Draco, a smirk on his lips as he watches you unfold for the second time in a row. Tears stream down your face as you come down, feeling Draco pull his hands away from you.

“D-Draco,” you whimper, your entire body shaking as he leans up. 

One of his knees is pressed on the other side of you, digging into the couch as he hovers between your legs on the couch. His face is inches away from yours as he guides the fingers that have just been inside you to his lips. You already know what you need to do, your lips opening a little as he slips them inside. Draco’s eyes visibly darken as he feels you suck around his fingers, swiping and licking him clean of all of your juices. 

“Good slut,” he murmurs, voice slightly deeper than usual and his erection nearly pressing against you. “I told you that you could, didn’t I?”

You nod breathlessly as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. Draco allows you to catch your breath for a few moments before he dives down and connects your lips. You drink up the taste of him-- a mixture of the alcohol he’d been consuming before and now your own arousal. Draco kisses you feverishly, one hand gripping your neck as he grabs you and pulls you to your feet again. 

You’re slightly shaky as he guides you to the back of the sofa, bending you over the arm of it and spanking your ass. You cry out as he grabs your cheek, squeezing it roughly before you hear the shuffle of his trousers again. It was obvious he was adjusting his cock from behind you, especially when you feel the tip glide through the folds of your abused pussy again. You whimper, unsure if you can pull out another orgasm, but feeling more than ready to try again. 

Draco continued to tease your hole and your clit with his hard cock. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you in this common room since the moment I hit fucking puberty,” Draco mutters before he slides all of the way inside of you abruptly. 

“Draco!” You gasp loudly, feeling full. 

His hands come around and he hooks his fingers into your mouth, pulling them by the sides to keep you quiet as he fucks you from behind. You feel like crying as he drives his cock in and out of you, nearly pulling out all of the way before slamming back into the hilt. He pulls his hands away when your loud cries become more muffled, his hands reaching to grab at your waist instead so he can yank you back onto his cock, making each thrust harder. 

You muffle your moans against your arm as you listen to the sound of your skin slapping together and Draco’s soft groans as he fucks you hard. His hips smack against you as he glances down to watch his cock thrust in and out, the inches covered in your very own slick arousal. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Draco hisses, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you back so you’re off the sofa now and instead with your back pressed to his chest. “You’re going to suck me clean after this, you understand? You’ve made such a fucking mess.”

You moan and nod eagerly as Draco keeps your hair tight in his grip, mouth nipping at your neck and leaving lovebites as he continues to fuck into you from behind. The hand not bunching your hair up has slid in front of you to palm at your breasts which are covered by your dress. There’s something arousing about the two of you fucking whilst fully-clothed. 

Draco eventually grows bored of the position, right as you feel like you may cum again, it seems. He pulls you back over to the couch and drops down onto it, spreading his legs and patting his lap. You know exactly what he wants as you move over, your knees dropping either side of him. He grabs his cock and guides it to your entrance, head flying back when you slide down onto his length. 

Inch by inch, he disappears inside you and fills you up. Your hands grab his shoulders as you bob up and down on top of him. He seems dazed as he stares up at the ceiling above whilst you fuck him, clearly in his own world of pleasure, but he quickly snaps out of it when your hands ghost from his shoulders to his chest, feeling him. 

Your head is thrown back as you ride his cock, but a hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look back down at him. You whimper at the look in his eyes. Both of you seem to have the same idea as you frantically meet in the middle, lips hungrily moving against one another as Draco grabs your waist and helps to guide you up and down on him faster. You’re going to cum soon-- for the third time.

Suddenly, the door to the Common Room slides open, causing the both of you to freeze. You drop down so that you’re fully sat on Draco’s cock, his lanky hands immediately moving to slide your dress down so that you’re not exposed to whoever has just walked in the door behind his head. You have a view of the figure that drunkenly stumbles in, but Draco has to crane his neck around. 

“H-Heyo, guysss,” Blaise slurs, “I miiight have gotten lossst on the way to the dormmms.”

“The dorms are upstairs, Blaise, not outside the Common Room,” Draco rolls his eyes at his friend and lifts you up by the hips slightly before he starts to slowly glide his cock out, and then back in again. You hiss at the sensation, eyes wide as you stare at Blaise whilst gripping Draco’s shoulders.

 What the hell is he playing at? 

Your fingers dig into him as if to warn him, but Draco doesn’t stop. He buries his face into your neck and carries on, thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy. It shouldn’t, but it turns you on way more to know that Blaise is only a few feet away, and completely unaware too. 

He probably thought you were just cuddling since you were in the same position as you had been for the entire party, but maybe if Blaise was a little more sober then he would notice the way your breath was shuddering and how Draco seemed to be shifting beneath you. 

“I know…” Blaise stalls as he heads slowly towards the stairs. “You did well today, Malfoy.”

“I know,” Draco huffs, driving into you slightly deeper.

Your eyes clench shut and you hope Blaise doesn’t find it too suspicious when your head drops down onto his shoulder. Hopefully you just look tired to him. 

“Did you see Potter’s face when you caught the Snitch?” Blaise snickers, “I’ll never forget.”

Draco, as if he can sense how much it’s turning you on having someone in the room, which he probably can from how much wetter you are now and the way you’re continuously clenching around his cock, continues to thrust into you slowly and smirks. 

“Yeah, it was quite hilarious,” he agrees, “Zabini, did you do the homework for Charms class on Monday?”

You want to kill him but you also don’t at the same time. 

“Huh?” Blaise replies drunkenly, pausing in his tracks. “Yeah. Think so. For… For Flitwick’s class.”

“Yeah, that’s Charms, idiot,” Draco spits with a roll of the eyes. “You’re absolutely plastered. Go to bed.”

Draco grips you tighter as Blaise starts to mutter about not being an idiot, going onto some whole rant that makes no grammatical or logical sense, but you’re lost now. You’re on the verge of an orgasm and Draco can tell. To get you off quicker, he reaches between the two of you and rubs at your swollen clit. You hide your face in his neck as you cum, eyes clenching shut as you shake on top of him, biting your lip to hold back your whimpers. 

You can’t believe you just came on Draco’s dick right in front of his best friend. 

“Are you laughinggg at meee, Y/N?” Blaise huffs, “I’m not a idiot.”

“I’m not laughing,” you peer up at him, wincing from the overstimulation as Draco continues to thrust his cock inside, chasing his high which is quickly approaching. You could tell from how uneven his thrusts were growing. 

“An,” you correct him with a soft grunt. 

“Hmm?” 

“‘An idiot’,” You say, “not ‘a idiot.’”

Blaise says something back but you can’t concentrate because suddenly Draco’s goes rigid beneath you. His fingers dig into your skin and his cock does one final powerful thrust before you feel his cum fill you up, his eyes scrunching shut as he released a loud breath. 

“Go to bed, Blaise,” Draco demands roughly, voice thicker than usual. 

Blaise is already by the staircase and just glares as he stumbles up, tripping over his own feet several times. 

“I can’t believe you fucked me through that,” you huff. “Or that you came inside me whilst I was talking to him.”

“You came whilst I was talking to him.”

“And whose fault is that?” You huff. 

“Mine,” Draco grins mischievously, reaching up and pressing his lips to yours. “Can’t say I regret it much though.”

You chuckle. “Me either.”

“Now on your knees,” Draco demands, “I do believe you need to clean me off like you said you would.”

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[writtendaydreamm]

One Rule

Daniel had one rule he followed on race weekends. No sex.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut

It was a Grand Prix weekend and the first one y/n’s been able to attend all season. While Daniel was excited to have his girlfriend cheering him on during qualifying today, he wasn’t too thrilled about what a tease she’s been as of late. She was proving to be quite the distraction. Not exactly what he needed leading up to a big race.

It was a bit out of character for y/n. She normally tried to be as unassuming as possible during race weekends. The last thing she wanted was to jeopardize Daniel’s focus or performance. She mostly stayed out of sight and out of mind allowing him to get into the right headspace. She understood being a driver’s girlfriend required sacrifice. Fortunately for her, Daniel never asked for much. He really only had one rule during race weekends. No sex.

Now, if you know Daniel, you know he’s not really a follow-the-rules type of guy. He was more of a rule-breaker if anything. So for him to even have a no-sex rule at all, meant it was something he took seriously.

This all started very early on in his career after a horrible performance during a race he happened to have sex prior to. Needless to say, that race was one of the worst he’s ever had. Whether that incident was a fluke or if the sex really did affect his performance, only God knows. Either way, since then Daniel made it a rule to never have sex before driving. Whether that be for free practice, qualifying, or the actual race.

In accordance with his no-sex rule, the couple kept it PG these past few days sharing nothing more than some chaste kisses. It was driving Y/n up the wall. This rule never really bothered her before. But it had been so long since she and Daniel got to spend any real time together. It’s probably been around a month since they last saw each other in person. Every part of her missed him. His presence. His touch.

If she weren’t so desperate for him, she’d be impressed by his willpower. If the roles were reversed she would’ve given in by now. Y/n was not making it easy for him at all. Teasing him every chance she got. But to no avail. Dan still hasn’t budged

Y/n was just about ready to accept defeat until last night when Daniel’s resolve started to show signs of wavering. In a last-ditch effort to try and turn Daniel on enough so he’d finally fuck her, y/n wore nothing more one of than his t-shirts to bed. She was hoping for the best, but not expecting much. Daniel was already settled under the covers, headphones on, and ready for bed by the time she got there. But around a few minutes after she joined him, he got up to take a shower. Odd, since he had already taken one just before bed. Then after hearing a faint but familiar grunt coming form the bathroom, it clicked. He was taking a cold shower to get rid of his boner.

So when Y/n got dressed this morning, she didn’t choose the skimpy summer outfit she was wearing by chance. It was a calculated decision. One that would hopefully break whatever was left of Daniel’s resolve so he’ll finally toss that no-sex rule out the window.

When y/n asked him to tie her top from behind, Daniel nearly lost it right then. All he wanted to do was pepper kisses all along her neck and shoulder. How he wished he could just turn her around and pepper kisses along her breasts that were supported by nothing more than this flimsy top. But remembering his rule, he took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts aside.

Today was qualifying and Daniel was determined to earn a starting position within the top 5. He needed to be laser-focused on driving his race car at its limit today. Getting everything he can out of it. He had half a mind to lock y/n up in his car for the rest of the day the way she was acting right now. She was being a total tease the entire drive from their hotel to the circuit. Doing all the things she knew would turn him on. Like playing with his curls. Lightly massaging that spot on the nape of his neck. Running her hands over his thighs. Hiking her already short skirt up even higher.

Daniel knew exactly what she was doing. It’s not like she was being shy or discreet at all. And as much as he wanted to give her what she wanted, to rip the delicate fabric off her and take her in the back seat of his McLaren right then and there, he couldn’t shake the thought of his no-sex rule from his mind.

Swallowing hard, Daniel used every last bit of his self-control to resist her. He was so tense, his grip on the steering wheel had turned his knuckles white. Relief washed over him seeing the circuit was only a few minutes away now. He wasn’t sure how long his will would’ve lasted.

When Daniel finally parked the car, there was no denying the very visible tent that had formed in his jeans.

“Y/n,” Daniel groaned irritatedly. There were going to be cameras everywhere. There was no way he could walk out of his car like this.

She quickly feigned innocence. “What?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You know what. I can’t go out on the paddock like this right now.”

“Well all you have to do is let me help you take care of that then,” y/n pouted.

“Y/n, c’mon now. You know we can’t,” Daniel reminded her. His voice lacked any actual conviction though. “I just need a second to relax.”

Daniel closed his eyes, started to take deep breaths. In and out. In and out. It seemed to work as the tightness in his jeans started to let up.

That feeling didn’t last long though as y/n used this moment to feel him up through his jeans. Daniel’s eyes shot open as he inhaled sharply at the feeling. His hand gripped her wrist tightly but made no effort to remove her hand.

Y/n’s pussy throbbed at the feeling of how hard Daniel was for her and at how miserably he was failing to contain himself.

“The last time I fucked a girlfriend before a race I had the worst race of my life y/n,” Daniel warned her weakly.

“Well obviously, your ex wasn’t a good enough fuck,” y/n countered, her hand squeezing him through his jeans just a little. “If you won’t fuck me then at let me at least suck you off baby. How about that?”

Daniel couldn’t think straight. His mind wanted one thing, and his dick wanted something else. Her suggestion seemed like a good idea. It would be like a loophole. It wasn’t technically the same kind of sex that his rule referred to. A blowjob should be fine, right?

He took a glance around the parking lot to make sure no one was there. His McLaren was tinted pretty dark, but not dark enough to conceal them completely. A little part of him hoped someone would be outside so he had a reason to resist her. But a much larger part of him was incredibly eager to feel y/n’s lips around him.

“Fuck it,” Daniel grunted under his breath, throwing caution to the wind. He released his tight grip on her wrist and instantly took her lips in his for a hungry kiss.

Y/n smiled against his lips as she started palming him through his jeans. She pulled away, shifting in her seat to better face him. Her hands eagerly began undoing his belt and jeans.

Once she got them undone and Dan helped her pull them down mid-thigh, his dick sprang up. Wasting no time, y/n began pumping him with her hands.

Dan threw his head back in pleasure. He ran a hand through her hair, fingers lightly raking her scalp. As good as this felt right now, he knew how much better her lips would feel around him. His hand on her head began pushing her face towards his dick.

Y/n scoffed at his impatience but she figured she’d teased the poor guy long enough. Rather than fighting his hand, she allowed him to guide her head closer and closer to his dick. When she got close enough, y/n dribbled a little spit onto it.

“Fucking hell, y/n,” Daniel moaned. He may have controlled his urges for her all weekend, but it wasn’t easy. He was ready to let go and reach m the release she was about to bring him to.

When y/n finally wrapped her lips around him, he bit his lip hard to hold in another moan daring to slip out. She focused on his tip, swirling her tongue around it. Her hands pumping the rest of his dick her lips had yet to run across.

When she felt satisfied with the attention had given the tip of his dick, she released him from her mouth with a pop. The cool air from the AC still running was a stark contrast to her warm, wet mouth.

Her tongue licked a stripe from the very base of his dick, up to the tip before taking him in her mouth again. She did this a couple more times before finally sinking her mouth down on as much of his dick as she could handle. He gathered her hair into a makeshift ponytail so as to keep it out of her way and to give him a better view.

Daniel could no longer hold in his moans when he felt her start hollowing out her cheeks adding extra suction as she bobbed her head.

“It feels so fucking good, baby.”

Y/n began moving her head up and down faster at the praise.

“Yeah baby, just like that. Just like that,” Daniel instructed her, his voice hoarse and husky. Both hands were now on her head helping to guide her up and down at the exact pace he needed. He was getting close.

Y/n took her mouth off him, needing some air. Daniel let out a low groan as he saw what a wreck she looked like. Her eyes were tearing, lipstick smudged, saliva all around her mouth. What a fucking sight. With his hand still on the back of her head, he brought her face to his for a wet, sloppy kiss. Y/n kept pumping his dick with her hand as their tongues battled for dominance.

Daniel pulled away first, missing the feeling of her lips on his dick. Y/n went right back to sucking on him bringing him closer to his peak.

With both hands holding her head steady, he started moving his hips up into her mouth. Daniel couldn’t control himself anymore. It started off slow and steady. But quickly, it grew rough and fast. Y/n gagged a few times as he hit the back of her throat. Her hands were on his thighs bracing herself as he chased his orgasm.

“I’m close y/n, I’m so close,” Daniel groaned.

His hips were unrelenting as he fucked her face. The rhythm he had going turned erratic. After a couple of firm thrusts, he reached his orgasm coming in her mouth. A satisfied moan left his lips as his hands let go of her head. Y/n tried to swallow as much of his load as she could before bobbing her head up and down his dick a few more times for good measure.

“That felt so fucking good y/n,” Daniel said still trying to catch his breath. He stroked her hair lovingly, trying to tame the mess he created.

Y/n just pecked him on the lips before plopping back into the passenger's seat. After fixing themselves up, the couple walked hand in hand towards the paddock. They shared one last kiss before Daniel went off to prepare and suit up for qualifying.

Out there on the track, he was surprisingly the most relaxed he’s been in a long time. He was in tune with his car and making better decisions on the fly. His lap times decreasing with every lap he finished. At the end of the last round of qualifying, Daniel managed to secure the third starting position for tomorrow. The best starting position he’s had with McLaren so far.

Maybe that no-sex rule was doing more harm than good.

When he entered his McLaren motorhome he was immediately greeted with a big hug from Y/n. “You did so amazing out there Danny.”

“Reckon it had a little something to do with that mouth of yours aye,” Daniel said cheekily, running his hand along her back.

Y/n slapped his chest playfully. “Well, I mean at least now you know that stupid rule of yours was just bull shit.”

“Nah I’m not so sure,” Daniel started, before shooting her a wink. “I think we need to test it out again tomorrow before my race. See how well I perform then.”

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[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 10: where you've gone

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

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with a sigh, y/n stood. five was still writing away behind her on the walls non-stop. she didn't dare interrupt him, simply leaving. she would be back anyways. all she needed was a nice walk. 

as she wandered down the street with no destination in mind she spaced out, eyes trained on her feet. suddenly someone knocked her shoulder and brought her back to reality. she raised her head, hoping they weren't someone looking to start a fight or argue with her.

"y/n?" instead she was met with allison. her technically older sister seemed frustrated.

"allison? are you okay?" y/n's eyebrows furrowed, looking up at the curly haired woman. 

"yeah.. i think so" she frowned, "i'm worried about vanya. she won't listen to me but her boyfriend, whoever he is.. i think he's dangerous. i couldn't find anything about him-"

"you went searching for his records?" y/n pulled back in disbelief, "allison! you know vanya doesn't like-"

"i know, she already got angry with me" allison sighed, shaking her head.

"why would you do that?" y/n tilted her head up at her, eyes narrowing incredulously. "where are you even going?"

"well, i found his address. i was going to see if anything's weird.." she earned a disapproving look, "i can't just sit around and do nothing y/n! please, help me, for vanya?"

y/n's expression only darkened, "why are you trying to ruin one of the only good things in her life?! she deserves to be happy for once and im not going to help you take that away from her!" she begun to shout, freezing as she realised her powers were getting out of control in the middle of the street. "just.. leave them alone!" 

she took off, hoping to get away, she needed to get away.

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as the sweet melody came to soft halt y/n smiled up at her sister. vanya donned a similar grin, placing her violin down and joining y/n on the floor, cross legged and leaning back against her bed.

"one day, you're going to be amazing, v" y/n mumbled quietly, looking like she was in a slight daze, "more amazing than you are now.. you're going to be a famous violinist, i can see it now. 'vanya hargreeves, the world's best violinist'" 

vanya softly nudged her shoulder, shaking her head. "no way, the world? c'mon" 

"i'm serious!" y/n was adamant, sitting up straighter to see her better, "you're gonna be so cool! and everyone here is going to see you and say 'damn, wish i had seen how awesome our sister was back then' and you're going to have lots of fans!"

vanya snorted, shyly brushing her long hair to the side, "yeah, right"

".. you won't forget me when you're famous, right?" y/n leaned back against the bed to avoid direct eye contact, her voice was much softer now. "don't forget me.. okay?" she nervously side eyed her sister, trying to gauge her reaction.

"i could never" vanya shook her head, leaning into the h/c haired girl. both of them shared small content grins.

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as she walked upstairs to five's room she heard a commotion, hopefully he hadn't gotten into a fight with one of their siblings again, right?

wrong.

"put her down" five snarled, holding a gun up to luther who held dolores' body out the window. y/n grinned at the sight, highly amused. who would have thought luther would ever threaten someone? well, y'know excluding their missions.. but five nonetheless? she leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossing and waiting for them to sort out whatever issue she walked in on.

"put the gun down, you're not killing anyone today. i know she's important to you so don't make me do this" luther paused, waiting to see what five would do. "it's either her or the gun.. you decide"

eventually five did decide that dolores was more important and dropped the gun before spacial jumping to catch dolores before she could fall. not that much damage would have occurred to the mannequin anyways, maybe a few scratches.

"i can keep doing this all day" luther spoke triumphantly, now holding the gun at his side. y/n snorted, catching their attention.

"you're such children" both glared at her in response, "c'mon, surely you have a better plan than whatever ended up in this-" she gestured vaguely between them, "squabble"

"we did not squabble" five hissed, placing dolores down and straightening his jacket. "but yes, i do have a one other plan" 

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the three of them, five, luther and y/n, drove down an empty road before slowing to a stop. five unbuckled his seatbelt and sighed, looking around.

"you know, i never enjoyed it" he started and luther turned to him in confusion.

"what?"

"the killing. i mean i was- i was good at my work and i took pride in it but it never gave me pleasure" he took a deep breath, "i think it was all those years alone. solitude can do funny things to the mind"

"yeah well, you were gone for such a long time.. i only spent four years on the moon but that was more than enough. it's the being alone that breaks you" luther placed a hand on the briefcase, "you think they'll buy it?"

"well, what i do know is that they're desperate. it's like a cop losing his gun" he alluded, "if the commission finds out they'll be in deep shit, well not to mention that they'll be stuck here until they get it back"

"i should hold onto it" luther suggested, patting it with one hand.

"hm?" five's eyebrows furrowed,

"incase they make a move on you" he added to explain his point.

"okay, luther.. but be careful. i've lived a long life but.. you're still a young man, you've got your whole life ahead of you. don't waste it" y/n snorted and five turned to her, unamused.

"what?" they stared at each other for a moment before five shook his head, looking away with a small smile.

suddenly a car began to drive towards them and they all made to get out of the car. "here we go" five sighed again, he was doing that a lot, y/n realised.

the car continued to drive past them, stopping a few metres away.

"if this all goes sideways.. do me a favour and tell dolores i'm sorry" five turned to luther who nodded slowly.

as five walked away from them y/n leaned back against the car.

"i have a bad feeling about this" she nervously picked at her nails and luther frowned, looking over at her.

"why? what's wrong?"

"that.. i don't know yet" she looked down the road, "i just.. feel like something's off" she shook her head as five walked back, leaning next to her.

luther stepped forwards a bit, "what happens now?"

"now we wait" 

barely a moment later they heard the music of an ice cream truck. y/n squinted against the sun and wind, trying to work out who it was. she took a moment to focus, sensing klaus, diego and ben. uh oh.

as the car got closer luther turned to five, "is that her?"

"luther, you idiot" y/n shook her head, "it's klaus and diego" right on time klaus waved to them as they passed.

the two assassins begun shooting, thinking it was a set up and y/n raised her arms to cover her head as luther stepped in front of her and five to block any shots.

suddenly time stopped.. well, only for five.

he frowned down at y/n next to him, the girl cowering in on herself. he felt bad for bringing her into something like this but she was very persistent.

he slowly stepped under luther's arm, looking at everyone frozen in slight confusion.

"neat trick, isn't it?" a feminine voice called out behind him and he turned to face the woman he had asked to see. the handler. she stared at him, pulling the veil over her face up and onto her hat instead before pulling her sunglasses off.

"hello, five" she smiled, "you look good.. all things considered" she softly gestured to all of him.

"it's good to see you again" he nodded back,

"feels like we met just yesterday, 'course you were a little bit older then" she teased, "congratulations on the age regression, by the way. very clever, threw us all off the scent"

"ah, well, i wish i could take credit" five shrugged, looking away. "i just miscalculated the time dilation of projections and.. well, you know, here i am" his gaze met hers once again, throwing his hands up before putting them back in his pockets, casually.

"you realise your efforts are futile" the handler shifted so that her briefcase was behind her, "so, why don't you tell me what you really want?"

"i want you to put a stop to it" five moved his own hands behind his back. 

"you realise what you're asking for is next to impossible even for me" she shook her head, "what's meant to be is meant to be. that's our raison d'etre" 

"yeah?" five smiled sarcastically, pulling a gun from his shorts "well how about survival as a raison?" 

"i'll just be replaced, i am but a small cog in a machine" the handler waved it off, ignoring the gun pointing straight at her heart. "this fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that.. a fantasy. i must say though, we'll quite impressed with your initiative, your stick-to-it-tiveness, really quite- quite something. which is why we want to offer you, a new position back at the commission, in management" the handler held a hand up, smiling like her offer was an obvious choice.

"sorry what's that now?" five scoffed as she stepped closer, hand tightening on the gun.

"come back to work for us again, you know it's where you belong" 

"well, it didn't work out too well the last time" he glared up at her, not liking the persistence.

"oh but you wouldn't be in the correction department any longer, i'm talking about the home office, you'd have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel" she laughed freely, "you're a distinguished professional in.. school boy shorts. we have the technology to reverse the process. i mean you- you can't be happy like this" she slowly pushed his gun down, stepping ever closer.

"i'm not looking for happy" he spat through gritted teeth.

the handler only tilted her head, eyeing him carefully before raising a hand to stroke his cheek, "we're all looking for happy. we can make that happen, we can make you.. yourself again"

five huffed a laugh, gesturing to his siblings. "what about my family?"

"what about them?" the handler raised an eyebrow, acting like she didn't already know he intended to save them.

"i want them to survive" 

the handler took in a deep breath, taking in the sight of luther protecting y/n who was still crouching against the car as well as diego and klaus who were in the middle of crashing the ice cream truck.

"all of them?" 

"yes, all of them" he narrowed his eyes at her,

the handler gave him a small smirk, moving towards the recoiled girl. five watched carefully, waiting to see what she would do.

"it's such a shame.. she would have done well with us. if only we could take her too" she reached a hand out, about to touch her but five moved first, spacial jumping in front of her and grabbing her hand. he held her away from y/n.

"don't touch her" he snarled, unmoving from his protective stance. 

"my my, five, i didn't expect such protectiveness from you" the handler merely smirked, stepping away. as they walked back she once again proposed her deal.

"well" the handler begun, reaching a hand into her pocket and pulling out her sunglasses before putting them back on her face. "i'll see what i can do from them.. do we have a deal?" she reached a hand out to him, awaiting his acceptance. he merely stared at her hand before sighing,

"one thing" five stepped back, putting his gun in his shorts again. he walked over to hazel's gun on the floor, taking out the ammunition and chucking it on one side of the road before chucking the rest of the gun to the other. he turned and walked back, noticing the bullet headed towards luther and y/n. he frowned, using his pointer finger and thumb to move it over so that it would hit the car instead of them.

as soon as he shook her outstretched hand they disappeared and time was restored.

y/n shivered, ignoring the bullet hitting the car next to her and the way her siblings scrambled around to get away quick. she allowed herself to be shoved into the car with klaus and diego, spaced out.

"you alright?" diego turned to her while klaus stuck the middle finger up at hazel and cha cha. 

"i felt someone else.. it was only for a moment but i felt someone.." she spoke solemnly, staring at her shaking hands. "and then five just.. disappeared"

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[raayllum]

Sorry for bothering you with this, but what is oldest sibling syndrome? Again, sorry for bothering and thank you.

So in reference to this post, let's talk about Callum and oldest sibling syndrome (also more commonly referred to as "oldest daughter syndrome"). Few disclaimers to get out of the way before we continue:

1) Asks are never a bother, so feel free to send 'em in! 2) That said, google is also free - there are some things or sites with FAQs, etc. that can explain certain terms, how to do things. I rarely am coining terms or referring to things I haven't pulled / read about from somewhere else, if I'm using a term or phrase directly 3) This is just one interpretation of Callum and Callum's relationship with Ezran. Sibling relationships can be complicated on all ends, even the most positive ones. Nobody else has to agree with this interpretation by any means

Okay? Okay.

So, oldest sibling syndrome is something we see, particularly in those that are the eldest daughters of their family (even if they have oder brothers), in reference to the oldest sibling Taking Care of their younger sibling in the role of both a sibling and as a parent - or even just as a parent. Rather than just getting to be siblings, the older sibling feels a personal responsibility to protect and look after their younger sibling(s), even when they're both still children themselves, and the oldest sibling still has plenty of their own things to deal with and work through.

And to a degree, I think this is what has happened to Callum.

He would've been around 6ish when Sarai died (as Viren states it had been nine years since her death around 4ish months before the show starts) with Ezran just around one years old. And while Harrow loved his sons, there's no way - as king - he would've had time to fully take care of all their needs. Thus far in canon materials (whether the show or additional materials like the novelizations, etc.) there has been no mention of a nanny.

So I think it's very likely that, in the aftermath of mourning his mother, feeling out of place with everyone arguably other than Ezran, and Harrow having to make a lot of adjustments to 1) ruling alone, 2) possibly being on the verge of war, and 3) mourning his wife, that this is where Callum's elements of parentification began. Parentification is the process of role reversal whereby a child is obliged to act as parent to their own parent or sibling. Or in this case, Ezran.

In some ways, it's written all over Callum's arc and character. There is very, very little he is willing to prioritize over his baby brother, least of all himself.

Keep in mind that in the previous picture, Callum was very nearly choked to death by a burning hand belonging to Kasef, and Ezran was only shot at a few times much earlier in the battle. Nor does Callum really let himself process his own grief before his thoughts go immediately to his brother.

We can also see this in the way he wants to protect his brother and prefers to worry alone rather than also worry him. Any time Ezran needs reassurance, Callum is 90% the first to provide it.

As well as offers of aid.

But we can see it perhaps, most of all, in the way Callum fusses over Ezran in ways that Claudia and Soren never would over each other.

So Callum is partially parentified in his relationship with Ezran. How and why did this happen? Well, for starters, I think a lot of it is due to the age gap. Callum and Ezran have a just under five year age gap between them, meanwhile Soren and Claudia are two years or less. This means the brother-sister are able to have a much more peer-esque bond because their development milestones were much closer, whereas with Callum and Ezran - Callum was there and can likely remember Ezran's first steps, possibly first word. He remembers when the kid got out of diapers. It's why he says things like

C: For a long time, I treated you like a little kid, and that wasn't fair. You've grown up so much. / My little brother, all grown up and riding dragons.

Furthermore, this was also stratified by some of the adults in his life. Harrow's last words to Callum are, for example

And quite a bit of it is wholly internal. For example, the season one novelization, Callum has a passage that states:

Callum knew it was his responsibility to talk to Ezran about their mother’s death, to help him get through it, since he was the older brother. But so often, the subject was simply too difficult to broach.

We know Harrow never would've said anything to imply that Callum wasn't a good or proper prince, but it didn't stop Callum from internalizing that he wasn't because of everything else in his life. Likewise, even when Callum is advocating for himself to Rayla in 1x04 on his failures as a prince and hope as a mage, he abandons it to go look after his baby brother when he thinks Ez needs it.

I wouldn't be surprised if Callum also feels guilty. He doesn't have the weight of the crown; he can remember their mother and Ezran cannot; Harrow left a letter for him specifically and not for Ez. Nor is Callum's love of his brother one-sided, not at all. Ezran supports him as much as he can (largely in 1x03 and 3x09), but there's little denying the fact that most of the relationship is currently Callum doing his best to take care of his little brother.

It shows in how Ezran is always his first priority, as well. Callum almost gets hit with lightning to stop Claudia from possibly shooting Ez; he reveals himself first to Runaan in case things go terribly south; realizing their father isn't an option, Viren is evil, and the Moonshadow elves are still at large factors into his decision to leave the castle to keep both Ez and the egg safe. When Rayla is prickly with Ezran and making things tough on him for carrying the egg, Callum gets terse right back. Claudia attacking Rayla in 2x02 is okay primarily because she thought Ezran was at risk, in his eyes. When Claudia betrays them, yes her lies sting, but it's primarily that she put Ezran at risk and scared him that snaps Callum's feelings in two. (Meta in link.) Callum knowing Rayla always has Ez's best interests at heart, that she's willing to lose a hand for his brother, is what allows him to know that he "can really trust her" (Callum's Spellbook).

So other parentified things would fall under

Callum probably changing a diaper or two (or many) when they were little even though he was seven years old maximum. Which is especially likely if the boys didn't have a nanny - and would likely still have one if they did, tbh, because again, Ezran is still quite young

Doing more of the chores in terms of cleaning, as he already seems to always help Ezran pack his bags, for example

Fussing and worrying over Ezran, helping to take care of him if he's sick, which we already see in the show

Reassuring Ezran when he's scared (from storms like in 1x01 where Ezran instinctively yells for him; after bad dreams or presumably bad dreams in 1x04 and 2x03 and again, this is completely normal for them)

None of this is to say that Callum is perfect at this peer-parent-brother mix, though. He can be quite mean with Ezran in particular when his temper snaps. He doesn't always believe his brother (which plays into the flip side of when you're parentified, of sometimes infantilizing the other children around you). Callum doesn't always behave the way a parent should: reasonable, compassionate, calmly. Which, however much Callum takes care of Ezran, he's still a kid too, and under a ton of stress - so sometimes, he acts very much like a fourteen year old and a 'regular' big brother.

Nor is any of this to say that older siblings shouldn't take care of their younger siblings. Taking care of your siblings is partially what all siblings should do. And it's easier for an older one to take care of a younger one, particularly with a larger age gap (think 3+ years). Nor do I think Harrow was a neglectful father; not at all. I think he was a very loving, involved father, but he was also understandably super freaking busy.

But I do think the show's canon and scenes demonstrate that Callum has routinely taken on a bit too much of the weight in caring for his brother -- even if Callum and Ezran's bond is one of my favourite things about both their characters, particularly Callum. And I'm very proud of both of them learning to stand more on their own over the course of the first three seasons.

Some of this is definitely influenced by my own experiences as well; I have older siblings that have an even larger age gap with me than Callum and Ezran do (think 5+ and 10+ years lol) so I can pick out the behaviours that seem similar. I relate to the way Ezran is cared for and I can see similarities between Callum and my own siblings, simply by virtue of them being so much older than I am.

TLDR / Conclusion? Ezran is Callum's most foundational relationship and it is the key to understanding how Callum works as a character. I think Callum has oldest sibling syndrome, it interplays with how I've consistently written him for a few years now, and I plan on exploring it much more thoroughly in the sequel to "If Time is Money," "It's Hidden In Heartbeats" that will start to be posted later this year. And that's kinda all I got, hope this answered your question / you enjoyed this overly long reply!

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