#i mean. he definitely played some characters that should never see the light of day again

[barry2018-2023]

bill hader is so funny a few years ago he said he wouldn't play stefan again bc he realized homophobia exists and then recently he was like "yeah I dont know why i said that. the real character I would never play again is vinny vedecci" bc apparently now it's italians who need protection from marginalization

#i mean. he definitely played some characters that should never see the light of day again #vinny vedecci was my favorite bill character

[that-ari-blogger]

Witch Side Are They On? (Young Blood, Old Souls)

Hero and villain are nebulous terms, the definitions of which can be taken to mean literally any character. Although, almost everyone knows one when they see one. It's a vibes based classification. Nobody is trying to argue that The Joker is a paragon hero (except some people), for example.

Certain characters break from the mould, with some protagonists displaying more morally challenged motivations or methods, some villains being redeemed, and some "morally grey" heroes ending up being written as power fantasies and you can usually tell when that happens.

I find the classification of characters rather redundant, as people have a habit of being complex. Sure, I have met people who fit stereotypes to a tea, but they are the exception not the rule, and the more you get to know someone, the less tropey they seem to you.

So, instead, I would like to examine the actions that The Owl House frames as evil, as well as the point at which the series decides a character is no longer redeemable.

Let me explain.

SPOILERS AHEAD: (The Owl House)

Because good and bad are subjective, and this is the internet, I am going to define heroic and villainous actions in this context as "behaviours that The Owl House presents as desirable and undesirable" respectively. Knowledge, expression and kindness are heroic in this context, and willful ignorance, cruelty, and repression are villainous. Ok?

These themes are really well emphasised by the light and dark motif going on. Luz's name literally means light, and she is very much associated with that concept through her magic.

Compare that to Belos, who has managed to spend the entirety of the series up to this point either in literal shadows or figurative ones. We haven't seen him outside in the daylight; we haven't even seen what he looks like yet. The man exists in darkness.

What I mean by this, is light reveals, shadows conceal. A light can bring hope, show you the way out, or let you glimpse the beauty of an artwork, if someone keeps you in darkness, your eyes will adjust eventually, but you won't be seeing the full thing.

Now, here's a question: what exactly is Lilith's motivation? The flashback gives her a history, and shows her actions and sacrifices, but it doesn't redeem her by any stretch of the imagination.

Lilith made a sacrifice for power. She has been chasing Eda because of Belos, and we will get to that. But the curse was her own misdeed, and I think its fascinating how the concept of willful ignorance plays into that.

"I thought it would just be for a day."

Now, I don't know what was on that scroll. Maybe it came with a sticky note that says, "guaranteed 24-hour magic removal or your money back". But, it takes some serious mental gymnastics to decide that the thing you wanted to do because you wanted to do it with someone was worth sacrificing that someone to achieve.

And when the curse turned Eda into the beast, it never occurred to Lilith to tell anyone. I think providing evidence of the magic that caused it might have helped to fix it, but Lilith kept it a secret.

Also, if you see a system that outcasts your closest family member and TURNS PEOPLE IT DOESN'T LIKE TO STONE, and you devote yourself to upholding that system "because of all the good it does", you are deliberately ignoring some major factors.

So, Lilith engages with the theme on two fronts, she keeps the world in the dark about her own actions, and she actively ignores things about the world she is in, and that is the key here. Lilith is presented as highly intelligent and rational, but someone the clever should surely notice some things that she very much doesn't. Which leads me to believe that she is either unintelligent and rational, or intelligent and irrational.

I don't think Lilith is a villain in the series, entirely. I think she is an antagonist, and thematically opposed to the heroes. But the motivation for the specific acts of antagonism are, fundamentally, altruistic. She wants to heal her sister. The problem is that being motivated by guilt and compassion doesn't square with the actions she has taken to get to this position. So naturally, she ignores the incongruities until she runs face first into them, and her redemption comes later through her actions and decisions to seek out and understand.

Belos plays an interesting role in this as well. I mentioned in my previous post that Belos manipulates her agency out from underneath her, and I stand by that here for two reasons. 1) Belos is the system she has bought into. He has directly and intentionally, through propaganda, convinced a world that wild magic is bad and that sacrifices must be made. 2) He found a woman who was conflicted about her actions and saw a way to get rid of the most powerful witch in the boiling isles.

So, Belos too features the theme of wilful ignorance, imposing it on the boiling isles, and making use of Lilith's blind spot to further his own goals.

I've mentioned Belos' restriction of expression in the past multiple times, but there is one more of the core themes that the emperor engages with, and I think the way in which he does that is rather funny. Belos is cruel, and it is constantly tripping him up.

So, what spur's Lilith's redemption? She gets shown her actions are wrong immediately after performing them, so it can't be realisation. So, what is it that prompts her to reconsider her life choices? What causes the leader of the coven heads to bail? Lilith backs out of the coven system because Belos is a jerk.

Belos could have kept the manipulation going. He could have said that he tried and failed to heal Eda's curse. He could have said that Eda attacked him and left him no choice. But instead, he decided to gloat.

"Ah, taking her to the healing ceremony?" "I will not be healing her." "But, you, promised me." "Don't be so naïve, Lilith."

This isn't even the only time the man's desire to gloat self-sabotages him in this episode. So, let's get to that fight scene.

"Okay, I'll play."

I feel the need to point out that Belos wins the fight part of this scene hands down. I recommend UnholyBasil's excellent video on this scene, but suffice to say, anyone with the power to instantly quadruple the animation budget for a moment is a terrifying threat, and Belos is definitely that.

Up until now, the emperor was just an ideological roadblock. The antagonist has been the coven system and the Emperor's Coven that want to restrict magic. Belos has simply been the guy at the head, the one Luz must symbolically defeat.

But now, Belos barely has to lift a finger, and Luz is on the back foot. She can't even touch him. And that is the key to why the ending of the fight is so cool. Belos is untouchable, emotionally and physically, so Luz does both. She puts a crack in his armour, not enough to defeat him, but enough to break the facade he has put up and make him look like an Undertale character.

Remember what I said about self-sabotage? Well, it happens again here. Here is someone who is trying to kill Belos, someone with magic that he has seen. And he decides to waltz up to her and present his face as a target, just because he wants to needle at her mind, the man would have succeeded had he been intelligent.

That is my takeaway from Belos. He is an eejit with delusions of grandeur. Don't get me wrong, the man is a decent manipulator, but his inability to look past himself and his need to be cruel repeatedly puts a dampener on his whole mastermind shtick.

Also, he didn't think to check for the obvious glyphs on the side of the suitcase he was given, he just assumed he had won and didn't feel the need to make sure. Are we sure this guy is clever and not just charismatic?

Now, I haven't talked about Luz or Eda much, and I think it's time to rectify that.

Lilith's character design is a mirror of her sister's. She is restricted in her dress, and perfectly symmetrical. Eda meanwhile is unkempt and wild, with the torn outfit making her look unbalanced and volatile.

The Clawthorn sisters also have a Red Oni, Blue Oni motif going on between them, a trope about characters with a duality to them that has shades of colour symbolism and mythology thrown in for spice.

According to TV Tropes:

"The Red Oni is associated with passion, wildness, and defiance. The red oni character is often more brawny than brainy, extroverted, enthusiastic, determined, and filled with a zest for life. They are also much more likely to break conventions and rules than their counterpart."

Meanwhile:

"The Blue Oni is associated with serenity, control, and observing authority. A Blue Oni is more intellectual, proud, traditional, introverted, and cultured."

I those two don't sum up Eda and Lilith respectively, I don't know what does. And if you have been paying attention, the colour symbolism there appears in the designs of the two. Lilith bears more cool colours, with the blueish hair, eyes, and gem, while Eda scraps all subtlety and just wears red and orange.

So, Eda and Lilith represent two ends of the spectrum, chaotic and lawful. But its notable that when Lilith gets redeemed, she doesn't lose the logical, heavily rationalised mindset, she loses the restrictions. She ends up being free to be whomever she wants, and that person doesn't have to be as overtly wild as her sister.

Luz and Belos, however, are extremely similar characters, with one Luz and Belos, however, are extremely similar characters, with one main difference. One is kind, one is cruel. In terms of character mechanics (how they approach problems), that is the main difference. The rest of their actions come as a result of this dichotomy. Both have a form of main character syndrome, for example, but where Luz wants an adventure and to save the world, Belos wants to remake the world in his own image.

I'm not saying they are identical, or that they are the same character, I am saying that they are similar except for the most fundamental of points, derived from this difference of kindness vs cruelty. All of the lessons that Luz learns but Belos ignores, come from selflessness, all the differences come from expanding out this over and over again until you get a hero and a megalomaniac.

They are both charisma-based artificers, but they have different alignments, and that has led to them making different choices, and leading different stories that have clashed with each other. They started in a similar place, but because of the one difference, their paths diverged wildly.

Final Thoughts

Belos is a villain who would be right at home with Wiley Coyote if he wasn't so terrifying and megalomaniacal, because he cannot stop bringing about his own downfall in spectacular fashion.

I wanted to find the Tolkien quote about evil destroying itself for this post, but instead I found something that sums up The Owl House really well.

"You have to understand the good in things, to detect the real evil."

Tolkien was a man who fought in both the first and second World Wars, including the battle of the Somme, and yet he was a profoundly optimistic man, as well as being a realist. His most famous work is about someone small accomplishing a great thing against all the odds because evil cannot comprehend the simple acts of kindness.

That, transformed by generations of nerds, has resulted in The Owl House, where a villain, by dint of being clad in gold, can only shine by reflecting the light of the protagonist. And he cannot comprehend the simple kindness of community, and harmony.

Light, do not faulter.

Next week, I am diving straight into the next season, with Separate Tides, and the introduction of the woobie, so stick around if that interests you.

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#rants #literary analysis #literature analysis #character analysis #what's so special about...? #the owl house #toh #toh belos #the owl house belos #emperor belos #the owl house lilith #lilith clawthorne #toh lilith #young blood old souls

[i-eat-worlds]

Wow Birthday Whump Day 11: Alt. Forced to Hurt a Loved One

this one is kind of a stretch but I couldn’t get my brain to work for the most of the alts or the originals so I hope you enjoy more medwhump.

Content: temporary character death, resuscitation, angst, medical whump, caffeine od ment.

Sil paused on stairs, taking a moment to catch his breath. His head was still throbbing from where he’d hit the ground after Electraz had hit him with an electrical blast.

It’d been stupid, really, leaving cover like he had to get to the car a couple seconds sooner. It was an unnecessary risk, and he’d paid for it.

At least the drive back had been short, just a couple miles to the hotel. Of course, when they’d arrived, the elevator had been out of service, and so he’d had to take the stairs. Not that he minded the stairs, but the blast must’ve taken a lot out of him. It was only another flight. He could make it.

Pressing a hand against his chest, he continued up the stairs. It felt like that one time he’d downed twelve espressos consecutively on a dare, all weird and fluttery. Afterwards, his hands had been shaking so much that he hadn’t been able to hold a pencil still. Between the dressing down he’d gotten from the medical officer and the time he’d spent camped out on the toilet, he’d learned his lesson.

Below him, he heard the sound of the door closing as Joseph entered the stairwell. He groaned internally at that, trying to pick up the pace. The lecture was coming, he was well aware of that, but it’d be great if he’d gotten to lay down first and rest a little bit before then.

He fumbled with the door key, clumsily sliding the card into the door several times until it finally beeped. His room was pretty cramped, but he found himself not minding, since it made the bed that much closer. The pain in his chest was building, and Sil found himself easily falling into the mattress.

His clothes were definitely still dirty, and between the mission and the walk of stairs, he was soaked in sweat, but it didn't matter. There was a feeling of doom building his chest, disturbing enough that he considered yelling out for Joseph. As much as he hated his protective, mother bear attitude and cross looks, he would come, and he would help. He needed help, he should…

Darkness came before he could get any further than that.

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Joseph huffed as he entered the stairwell, letting the door slam shut behind him. The mission had gone on far longer than it should’ve, and now he had to drag his tired ass up the stairs because the elevator was down. To make things worse, the newbie had left his gear in a disgusting pile, meaning Joseph had to go up to his room and tell him to tidy his shit up. It was as if the universe was playing some cruel joke to delay his return to bed for as long as possible.

He was halfway up the stairs when he realized that the odd weight on his left thigh were his shears. For a brief second, he contemplated just keeping them on him, but he wasn’t that stupid. If he didn’t put them away, he’d never see them again. Grumbling, he continued up the stairs, electing to go get Sil and then go back down to the garage. That way, he’d be able to make sure that Sil put his stuff away properly.

Quietly, he padded down the hall, careful not to wake any of the other guests. The carpet was a bland, vaguely green beige color that Joseph thought looked like vomit. Excellent design choice. He knocked on the door, waited a second to let Sil scramble around and get decent, and then entered.

The first thing that he noticed was that the lights were off. Had Sil already gone to bed?

“Wakey, wakey,” he called, flipping the lights on as he walked towards the bed.

Sil was splayed out on the covers, head tilted to the side, feet hanging off the bed. “Sil?” He tried again, tone more urgent. There was no response.

“Sil, you with me?” He said again, one hand digging for his phone while the other squeezed his shoulder tightly. “Sil!”

Nothing.

Automatically, his thumb tapped out INSUPA’s emergency number. His eyes flickered to Sil’s chest while he slid two fingers under his jaw.

No pulse. Not breathing.

Fuck.

The phone rang on speaker while he scooped Sil up and laid him down on the oor. At least Sil had the decency to be small.

“INSUPA Emergency Line. Please state your identication code,” a robotic voice chirped.

“One-four-eight. Bravo-Zulu. Codename: Exhale,” he yelled at the phone while he cut off Sil’s shirt, shears quickly tearing through the fabric. There was a thin, red, angry mark across his upper chest, a telltale power entry burn. Great.

Not wasting any more time, he interlocked his fingers and started pressing hard and fast in the center of his chest, counting to thirty. “Record your message after the beep,” the voice prompted.

“Exhale speaking, room 318, Holiday Inn. Racer is down, suspected powered impact,” he rattled off, doing his best to keep count. The moment he was done speaking, he moved up to Sil’s head.

“Message sent,” the voice said while Joseph pinched Sil’s nose shut, tilted his head back and forced air into his lungs. Two breaths later, he switched back to compressions, willing a teammate to walk through the door already. “State additional queries.”

“EMS to current location,” he said, trying to keep his voice at a semi-reasonable volume.

“Request sent: EMS to 247 Merchant’s Lane, room 318,” the voice echoed. He switched back to breaths, ignoring the dread that flared in his chest at the blue tinge of Sil’s lips and the far-gone look in his eyes.

Like before, he went back over to compressions. He could feel Sil’s ribs breaking under the pressure, but he kept going. Two more cycles passed before, finally, the sound of the door flew open, footsteps storming into the room. It was Eric, followed by Avia. He stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the scene for a moment before jumping into action.

“Help’s on the way?” Eric asked, and Josephed nodded. “Avia, AED.”

“Where-”

Joseph cut her off mid sentence. “Elevator lobby, by the ice machine.” “On it!” They bolted out the door.

Eric dropped to his knees across from Joseph, Sil’s lifeless body between them.

“Switch.” Joseph called, queuing Eric. There were several seconds of quiet while he leaned over and exhaled into Sil’s mouth, watching his chest rise. Eric took over, leaning over his chest and taking over from Joseph. “I was four cycles in. Been about two minutes. Didn’t see him go down. EMS is en route.”

Eric’s brow creased, but before he could respond, Avia returned, Teri and Aarav hot on her heels. They both stepped to the side to let her through, Aarav’s jaw dropping open in shock.

She quickly powered it on, handed the included mask to Joseph, and started sticking the pads to Sil’s chest. Eric kept working compressing while they nimbly worked around to get the pads on, then connected them to the machine.

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch the victim,” it said, in a voice that somehow sounded far kinder than INSUPA’s answering machine. The word “clear” echoed around the room as the three of them lifted their hands up. A beat passed while the machine worked. “Shock advised. Charging.”

Eric fit several more compressions in while it charged. “Press flashing button to deliver shock. Do not touch the victim.”

“Clear,” everyone said again, pulling their hands back and away. As soon as Avia was sure everyone was out of the way, they pushed the button. Sil’s body jerked as the current passed through him.

“Resume compressions,” it instructed.

Joseph watched Eric’s hands carefully, making sure they were deep enough, ignoring the sinking feeling in his gut. He should’ve caught this. He should’ve noticed that Sil had been hit, noticed that he wasn’t feeling well, and asked him about it. It was inexcusable.

They switched out again, Eric scooting down by Sil’s head after Joseph had taken over. He could feel Sil’s ribs under his hands, broken from his actions. Even though he knew it was necessary, it didn’t feel good. Five more sets, another shock, and another switch later, a knock came at the door. “EMS! Did somebody call for a person who collapsed?”

Teri opened it as fast as she could, letting the medics inside. There was a fourry of motion, Joseph explaining what had happened and what he’d done in response while they attached him to their debrillator and took over compressions. The energy in the room was tense, Eric and Avia backing away to give them room to work.

Joseph’s brow furrowed, unhappy with the sudden resistance he felt while bagging Sil. He tugged on his jaw, trying to position it better, when he saw Sil’s eyelids briey open and then fall closed. “I saw an eye utter, rhythm check.”

The medic paused compressions, and they all looked towards the monitor. His Ps, Qs, Rs, Ss, and Ts were all in order, a beautiful sinus rhythm. The other medic reached for his neck. “I’ve got a pulse,” they announced. That made Joseph briefly hopeful, and he quickly beat it away with a stick. He was too well acquainted with Murphy’s Law for that. His eyes flicked to Sil’s chest to check.

Please be breathing. Please be breathing.

It rose and fell under its power. Far too slowly, but it moved. Sil was alive.

Barely.

But Sil was alive.

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps@rainydaywhump@painful-pooch@rainbowsandwhumperflies@snaillamp @whumperofworlds

#worlds babbles #wow birthday whump #collapse #medical whump #whump #temporary character death #medic caretaker #I kinda feel bad for not writing used as bait cause I know it’s wows fav so I might do it later #anyway guess who got cpr certified lol

[allovertheplace-writing]

Hi! I’m so happy that you write for Derek from OLBA! If it’s okay with you, could I please request Derek x Female MC who are both single in step 4 and they talk about the pact they made 10 years ago and decide to date? Thank you!!

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Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Character(s): Derek

Genre: Fluff

Type: Oneshot

Description: Love. What a wonderful and fickle thing.

Warning(s): Reader is MC, Female Reader(Pronouns not Mentioned), Takes Place in Step 4, Self Doubt(Just a Little Second Guessing), 1.5k Words

The way I've been thinking about this- I'm literally bursting at the seams because of his upcoming dlc and I can't wait to play it dkshso

Thank you so, so much for requesting btw!! Especially for Derek <3 I hope you enjoy!

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It hadn't quite left my mind, the thought of it drifted and came and went, but I remembered even after all these years. The heart racing pact Derek made with me when we were only thirteen; it always made me nervous. Does he remember it too? Is it on his mind like it is mine? I knew I'd have to actually ask him to get the answers, but I never really made the move to. Although that didn't mean the urge to hadn't grown over time.

Halting the consecutive tapping of my fingers, I glance at the soggy, half-eaten cereal in front of me. "Why must I wither and wallow?" I spoke with an exaggerated accent, both in an attempt to make myself laugh and to will myself to stand from the stool. Luckily, I managed both. "Pfft, for the sake of drama, of course." Quoting Lee, I scoot off my chair with a small smile. I slide the hand painted dish to the edge of the counter before taking it in my hands and bringing it to the sink to dump its contents down the drain. "Sorry for not finishing you, sweet cereal- you will be missed." If I hadn't wasted so much time in my head, perhaps I could've finished it. But with a certain hangout approaching I wasn't able to dally at home for long.

Patting my hands dry with a towel I kept within the kitchen, I carried myself back to where I had been seated moments before to grab my drawstring bag. I slide the rope over my right shoulder, soon followed by my left after I check the hour on my phone. "..hm...fifteen minutes.." Stepping toward the entryway, I kept my gaze on the screen until it shut off, "I should be able to make it with a couple minutes to spare if I walk.." I quickly stash my phone in my back pocket as I slipped my feet into my shoes. "A walk it is!" Straightening my back, I tug the door open, pausing to take a deep breath before crossing the threshold.

The sun was warm against my skin, more like a soft blanket than a humid canopy. There was even a light breeze that raced up my arms and danced with my clothes. This was definitely one of the better summer days - one where you could set the ac low and still have a cool room. Having a fan in the window was still a no go until nightfall though.

The smell of salty water was subtle at first, but the closer I got the stronger it got. And, as I drifted from the sidewalk to the sand, I was able to smell the food from the shopping street near the beach. That wasn't where I was going, though, for now at least. For there were the most important and goofy people in my life to meet.

To my surprise, I wasn't the only one who thought to be early.

His brown hair was still pushed back, short and a little spikey. He regularly checked his phone, most likely making sure he hadn't messed up the time and was in the right place. It was comforting to see that despite all the changes that came with becoming an adult, some things remained the same. "Derek!" I called his name after I began jogging to him. He jumped and looked over his shoulder with wide eyes, "Oh- hey, (Y/n)!" The grin that pulled at his lips made my heart leap into my throat. "We had the same idea, huh?" I hummed once I got closer, "Mhm, you looked a little lost though." He rubbed his neck at my tease, pulling a short laugh from my chest. "Haha, yeah! I would've thought we'd meet at the park or your mom's place."

"True, those were our usual spots." It was obvious we wished to speak more, but the lack of topics were just as obvious. The silence wasn't awkward though - if anything it was relaxing. Maybe...I could ask him? "Hey, Derek?" He brought his eyes to my own, "Yeah?" After a quick breath, the words began tumbling from my lips, "Do you remember the pac-"

"Hey, buddies!" The shout was followed by a familar giggling. "Hi, Terry and Miranda!" Turning around I found myself captured within Miranda's arms, soon Terry's as well. "Haha, hi!" Derek was brought into the hug seconds after with a reach, "Cove didn't come with you?" Shaking my head, I shift my weight to the side, "Nope - he was too busy to meet up beforehand." Terry sighed playfully, "A shame! He's missed out on some prime teasing."

"I'm sure he's happy about dodging it." A laugh bubbled from my chest.

Cove, thankfully, showed up minutes later and we were able to get our hang out started. Strolling and skipping on the beach to the food vendors on the street. The group got smoothies and hot pretzels and even little aquatic key chains - we all matched despite our different creatures. As we chatted on about work and our daily lives the sun fell closer to the horizon, the air softening in turn. The salt of the sea wasn't as strong and a light dew settled on the water. And, slowly, the group began quieting down, falling in line with the closing shops. It wasn't unusual for us to have moments of silence whilst we walked, they never really stayed long either way. One of us would always pipe up with a random thought before even a minute passed.

It had to have been fifteen minutes of this before Cove checked his phone, announcing how it was getting late. Hums of acknowledgement and heavy, exaggerated sighs were passed around in earnest at it. And even though we were reluctant to depart, our group began dispersing - sharing hugs and simple back pats.

"..want to walk a little longer?" The words fell from my mouth simply, my eyes watching the gentle waves wash the shore before I looked to Derek. He had been checking his phone again, trying to figure out when the next bus would show, when I let the longing question slip. "Yeah." His lips lifted into a lopsided smile, "The next bus isn't for another twenty minutes." Pursing my lips, I squint playfully, "Not because you want to be with me?" His face changed faster than Cove's ever had; his brows raising to a furrow, eyes widening, and his lips parting with a quick quiver. "I'm just messing with you- don't worry." A breath left him at that, "I know, but-" I watched as he shook his head, a smile adorning his features once more, "I always want to spend time with you."

"Well-" The words almost got stuck within my throat, "I feel the same about you." Abrutly, I turned, beginning our walk stiffly, "Let's walk now." A few huffed laughs reached my ears before he caught up with me. "What were you saying earlier by the way?" I held my breath. "You never got to finish." It felt as though my mind was racing but my head felt empty, nothing quite coming up. "Oh, uh.." A quiet sigh fell from my lips as I fiddled with the string of my bag, "I was going to ask about the pact." He made a sound, "Pact? You mean-" I nodded, "The one from middle school."

"I didn't think either of us would remember." Our feet slowed to a stop, a few laughs bubbling from our chests - some more nervous than others. "I was worried you didn't." I tucked my bottom lip underneath my teeth, "I mean, I really...well, you know.." Releasing my lip, I exhale, "I like you." It took me a moment, but I was able to lift my gaze to his face. He was smiling, smiling softer than I had ever seen and it was breathtaking. "I-" His words caught in his throat and his eyes glazed ever so slightly. "I can't-" He reached forward, pulling me to his chest, "I can't believe it." I could feel his body shake against mine - from laughter or smothered sobs, I couldn't quite tell. "..I lov- I like you too, still."

"Still?"

"Yeah, I- haha, I've always really thought of you day to day." He leaned away, but stayed close as he spoke, "I got a smoothie with Jorge and Nico last weekend and I remembered our mall trip." His eyes closed while he shook his head, reopening them alongside his lips, "And all I could think about was your smile when you got your smoothie back then.."

Our eyes met fully for the first time today, searching yet soothed. Ten long years of loving openly yet also in secret. I was aware that would never stop, we would always steal glances and think of one another even with oceans between us. But now we could share our sweetest smiles, loudest laughs, and loving embraces.

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[galaxae]

if youre still doing the ocverse ask game, 3 and 19? 🥺

ougghhh i so totally still am. i'm mainly fixated on my stupid ass video game idea (working title is gods don't bleed but i want to change it bc it doesn't fit as well anymore)

forgive me if this is incoherent, my boyfriend dislocated his knee so i have to care for him, and work has been terrible and burned me out, so i'm definitely leaving some stuff out of my answers :(, but whatever!!

3.) any recurring images/elements?

absolutely yes. lots of imagery of plants and animals, for one. fire vs. ice too, yes i know it's a very commonly used trope but i like playing around with those two things, especially when i get to kinda subvert expectations with them. similarly with light vs. dark. and also colors vs black and white, both in terms of morality and in terms of actual visuals

19.) describe the sillies you think about but that dont go in the story.

in my mind, charity and fabian (the first two playable characters, and close friends) are exes. it's probably not going to be canonized, but it's also not going to be explicitly denied, so...

their first date was incredibly awkward, by the way. fabian was an ignorant rich kid who loved to pry and stick his nose in others' business and not let up until he knew everything about a situation, while charity was freshly in the "my mom and i were homeless, got taken in by a man, and then that man turned out to be very very bad so we had to flee the state and come to this small piece of shit town where no one realizes how privileged they are, and this all sucks, and i don't want to talk about it" mindset. they were also both 14-15 which is the worst age to be. they broke up so fast after this but now they've got a really solid friendship going a few years later, and charity has a different (cooler) partner

also, so many silly bits of dialogue that... i'm not sure they'll go into the game at all, or if they do, whether they'll just be optional bits. but some favorites include (formatted sorta like they would be in my script document):

KIMBERLY: Oh, hey, Fabián, you're in French 2 with me next semester. JAMAL: Wh... what? People actually take French? I thought that was a myth. FABIÁN: Well, I already know Spanish since everyone on my mom's side and, like, half of my dad's side speaks it. So I thought taking Spanish would be way too easy. CHARITY: You stupid son of a bitch. That's exactly why you should take Spanish.

ACE: Holy shit, I just got stung by a bee! FABIÁN: Are you ok??? Ace pulls the stinger out of their face ACE: LOOK! It's still pumping venom! That's so cool! CHARITY: What the fuck is wrong with you? ACE: What's wrong with you? Lookit!

JAMAL: Hey. Kimbie. KIMBERLY: Don't call me that, please. What is it? JAMAL: Spell ICUP. KIMBERLY: "ICUP?" JAMAL: Spell it. KIMBERLY: That's not a real word. Fake words don't have spellings. JAMAL: Can you at least try? KIMBERLY: Oh. Wait. I see. I-K-U-P. JAMAL: ... KIMBERLY: Does that suffice? Jamal looks as though he's about to cry. [Later that same day] JAMAL: Hey, uh, hey Kimbi-- Kimberly. Is it just me, or is your outfit kind of, uh, "updog?" KIMBERLY: What? JAMAL: Your outfit's kind of "updog." KIMBERLY: What does "updog" mean? JAMAL: ........Can you........... rephrase that, please? KIMBERLY: ? No. JAMAL: :/

also, there's a period of time when kimberly is in 9th grade where she gets really intensely into astrology. specifically so that she can Know A Lot About A Thing that other people don't know as much about. she'll see someone doing something, walk up to them and be like "what are you, an aries venus?" and when they don't understand the reference she'll be like "never mind :)" and feel smart. she no longer does this in the game because she realizes that's so cringe. and she has OTHER science to do, dammit!! (like proving the Weird Kid at school is a literal alien)

another fun fact: kimberly (resident genius) and jamal (who does not give a shit about academics) play chess together one time and jamal wins because kimberly is so perplexed by his newbie moves that she doesn't know how to respond to them.

oh... i didnt realize i had this many sillies... cool :)

yall are encouraged to send more asks if you want i love these blorbos

#ocs tag #adrian posts

[springlock-suits]

"Tell me about Charlie"

Charlie was born in 1972, the same year Fredbear Family's Diner opened

(Not related to the au at all, but I imagine that if Charlie got to grow up she wouldve been transmasc or nonbinary)

When the diner gained more popularity and funding, 2 more animatronics were added, for security and working in/near the prize area. Since Fredbear and Springbonnie were based on Henry and William, they decided to base these new characters off of their oldest children's interests/input

The Puppet is based mostly off of Jack in the Boxes and Marionettes, per Charlie's request. As those are the things she's mostly interested in

(As Charlie got older, she also gained an interest in porcelain jester dolls, which also shows up on the puppet in some variations). Charlie liked all sorts of dolls and puppets and jesters

The original puppet animatronic's mask had paint that would easily wash off, as Charlie enjoyed drawing the character's face, and coming up with new face paint ideas

Charlie liked to protect others, though less like 'gently nursing a bird back to health' and more like 'If I see any of my friends/family trying to cross the street without me I will run Mach speed to aggressively hold their hand, look both ways, and glare and any potential threats while I walk with them'

Yknow, that stubborn kid protection, where as soon as they earn some safety tip from the adults around them (look both ways, wear a seat belt, don't talk to strangers, etc) they determinedly enforce it and make sure Everyone is doing it and doing it properly

Charlie can be seen as shy, but is incredibly extroverted, especially around those she's close to! Def the person who helps asking for something when their anxious friend is too scared to

Charlie was the "weird" kid. Often excluded and sometimes seen as creepy by most other kids her age

.

The puppet/Charlie is a character that absolutely fascinates me and I wish we had more info on her

Like. she was in the Happiest Day minigame in fnaf 3, and moved on with the others, but her eyes didn't light up in the end screen and she clearly came back for Pizza Sim. Did she ever move on? Did springtrap surviving make her come back from her happy ending?

And UCN! all of the puppet's voice lines make sense with what we know but, what about "I don't hate you, but you need to stay out of my way" ??? And man I desperately want to know what she meant! Why does she not hate William? What's he in the way of? Her protecting the others?? It's ucn he can't really hurt them now anyway?? Is it because he's winding up the music box??

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"Any headcanons with Henry and Charlotte?"

I think in my version Charlie never had a mother. Either Henry had a wife who left him soon after birth, or he simply never had a wife. Idk why, Henry just seems like a single dad to me

They would enjoy going camping together I think

Henry is definitely a bit of a mess, and not sure how to raise a child, but he genuinely is trying his absolute best and Charlie can tell ^v^

Charlie seems like the type of kid who desperately wants to play checkers all the time

(I wonder if I should make them southern. I mean. Every character I make can probably be called southern because that's all I know. But I wonder if I should purposely make them southern. Henry definitely seems like a sweet tea type of person, when he's not chugging coffee trying desperately to stay awake of course. Yeah. They're southern now)

Charlie has an aunt in the books doesn't she? Aunt Jen? I feel like Aunt Jen visited frequently enough. Helped raise her a bit. Maybe Aunt Jen would babysit if both Henry and William were too busy. Maybe

Naturally Charlie was also raised a bit by William, since he and Henry were pretty much always around each other. She considers Michael and Evan to be her siblings. I say this because I love pointing out betrayal. And because Charlie wanted Evan back too

(I rly should come up with more headcanons on how Henry and Charlie interact tbh)

(I'm struggling a bit here lol)

#darlingsfnafau: lore rambles #darlingsfnafau #Charlie emily #henry emily #the puppet #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

[chaosnojutsu]

I am going to ask a lot of you :) 12, 18, and 26!

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

this is going to sound Fake, but sex pollen! i rarely come across this trope in my reading (especially well-written ones, respectfully) and i have been holding onto All The Thoughts for a specific obscure Naruto ship, but then lo and behold one of my favorite authors dropped what would become one of my favorite fics, coincidentally with that trope and that couple. (i am emotionally attached to sing me to safe harbor)

not that that means i can’t do it too, of course, but i think BECAUSE i hold your fic in such high regard that i keep intimidating myself out of writing it, you know?

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

From chapter 14 of Reliance, I give you kissing lessons:

Naruto rolls his eyes. “So you do the last three steps all together. The head tilt, close your eyes, and then you just lean in…”

And Naruto does lean in. It’s part of the demonstration, after all.

“Are you about to kiss me?” Neji asks, tinged with panic once more.

Naruto backs away at once, his regular self shining through. “I wasn’t gonna actually do it!”

Neji looks Naruto up and down. “I don’t know if I believe you.”

“I wasn’t gonna—”

“I don’t want to kiss you.”

“I know!” Naruto yells. “I don’t wanna kiss you either! It was for the demonstration, you know!”

THESE TWO. This was the most ridiculous idea for a scene and I’m so happy I ran with it instead of shutting it down. I can hear the sitcom laugh track playing between the dialogue. The struggles of “don’t touch me like you touch my sister” vs “if you don’t teach me how to kiss then so help me” vs “no homo” vs “we’re friends so it wouldn’t be weird right” just… yeah. Hits the spot. Theirs is another friendship I wish we’d seen more of in canon!

26. (For Reliance) Which part of [x fic] was the hardest to write?

*slams button* THE DINNER CHAPTER.

when i tell you i went back and forth for MONTHS trying to plan out how that would look. so much time spent on drafts that should never see the light of day, as all writing goes.

finding the dynamics between each set of characters was definitely the most difficult part. we have so little content of hiashi (reformed) and hanabi (in general) so i have a lot of room to play with them, which is fun, but i wish i had a little more guidance, you know?

hiashi was such a delicate balance in particular because while he’s a manipulative antagonist who consistently thinks of himself first, he’s trying to do better. he has no idea what “better” looks like but he’s trying. and on the flip side, effectively conveying neji’s internal struggle was something i’m still not sure i did justice on. he wants to believe so badly that hiashi really has changed, but he’s got major trust issues and deep wounds that still need healing.

hanabi and tenten are So Much Fun together. i really don’t have more to say, i just enjoy writing them a lot! i’ve been kind of framing them as the same side of two different coins so it was really interesting having them interact.

and of course hinata tries to give good advice but is oddly cryptic about it, meanwhile neji has No Idea what she’s going on about 🤣 i think hinata should be allowed to be a Weird Girl. give her some flavor.

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thank you so much for asking and sorry it took forever and a day!! these were so much fun to answer :)

#ask game #winterberryholly #naruto #nejiten #reliance

[cityandking]

i'm back for round two: 10-15 for minah and dai!

hell yeah!! // sixty-nine questions for your ttrpg characters

10. what inspired this character’s creation?

MINAH — I have a minah post in my drafts that's a bunch of notes about her, and this is the most important one: "the girl from station eleven (loves the theater but Oh she is a fucked up little freak)"

DAI — dai was concocted around the depths of my mdzs phase so his initial vibes were definitely colored by that. also, after playing a bunch of PCs with traditionally tragic/fucked up backstories, I wanted a guy who was honestly pretty well adjusted and chill and cool and happy with his life. our DM immediately fucked him up, of course, but I love that for him

11. if they have a pet or animal companion, how do they spend time with them? if they don’t have one, what sort of animal would they be interested in raising, if any?

MINAH — minah absolutely deserves something sleek and slinky and immensely troublesome. a ferret maybe? it has to be a little classy. something clever enough to perform and small enough to bring around with her. so yeah, maybe a little ferret or stoat or weasel. also obviously a griffon mount but that is not super her wheelhouse at the moment. (if you count the troupe animals, she's raised horses, technically. everyone's got to pitch in with the horses. you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a horse girl)

DAI — daichi's dad has a griffon mount named MC (Mr. Clouds, named by a very very young dai) and daichi fuckin loves that beastie. as close as you can imagine a pre-teen boy and a flying eagle-beaked war mount, that dai and his dad's griffon. he was also pretty fond of dobin's frog. and orum, honestly, lack of a face and all. daichi's an animal guy

12. how have they altered their body? piercings, tattoos, biohacks, or other modifications—anything. why (or why not) did they (or someone else) make those changes?

MINAH — she dyes her hair. has a couple piercings that she was given by other members of the troop. has a tattoo from the troupe as well (a bunch, actually, or a big one), but it's not somewhere visible.

DAI — I think daichi's ears may be pierced. if they are, it happened a long time ago, when he was still a kid, and it was a drow thing. I don't know if that's canon in our setting, but he wouldn't have made the decision to pierce his own ears at any point. he has no other piercings, tattoos, or body modifications—just a couple scars.

13. what are some motifs you associate with them? did you intentionally bring in those motifs, or did it happen over time?

MINAH — minah's a little too new for motifs at the moment, but check back in after a few more sessions. shadows, probably (ha. haha.) [update: I think she should get into tragicomedy masks]

DAI — the sun, shields. light and wings. drowning. some of these were predetermined (the sun, light, wings) and some were not (shields for the paladin oath, drowning for. well. I mean, if I had a nickel)

14. what keeps them up at night?

MINAH — if I listed it out we'd be here all night ourselves. mostly the past, and the future, and whatever's dogging her. she's a bit of a one-eye-open sort tbh

DAI — the fear that this doesn't end. the fear that it does. the afterwards. (at least he doesn't have to think about the afterwards for now)

15. is there something that never fails to make them laugh?

MINAH — there are a few comedy routines that always get her, no matter what. she's more of a wry, cynical sort, though. irony'll get her every time.

DAI — tbh I think he's too picky to have something that always makes him laugh. maybe one of his dad's jokes.

#THANKS TABBY #THESE WERE DELIGHTFUL #minah #daichi #memery

[oddree13]

Restless Year - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10 - Story of My Life

As much as Eddie loves having D&D on Wednesdays, he’s happy to have an evening to just write a campaign instead of running one. Dustin had roped him into the idea of a New Year's Day one-shot because it originally sounded like a good way to kick off 1990. But with the chaos of the week, he's been too busy to think of his home brew let alone write it out. He has half a mind to call Dustin and order him to DM if he wants them to play so badly. God his past self would punch current Eddie right now for that thought. But that’s what growing up is, isn’t it? 

Steve had teased him weeks ago for admitting to growing up. And sure, it’s not a thought he likes to dwell on. Honestly, it still makes his skin tight to think of himself as an actual adult, but it’s reality. He’s 24 and, for once, has priorities beyond getting high and rolling dice - like getting home around sundown to light the menorah with Steve. It’s funny how lackadaisical he was in the past about holidays beyond Halloween. But when that first Christmas with Steve came around he knew he’d do anything to rewrite all the shitty Harrington holiday memories, including watching Steve try maror like a champ. And now with the prospect of them adding to their family, it wouldn’t be the worst to have more than a few traditions to call their own.

The apartment is oddly quiet when he gets home. Eddie knows Steve and Max had plans to go to the movies this afternoon. He thinks some Disney film about a mermaid, but it's odd they aren’t back yet. He walks to the fridge to check for a note, but there isn’t one. Just as the worry in him starts to build, he hears muffled voices coming from the hall. It only takes a few steps to realize the voices are coming from the bathroom and wonders what on earth the pair could be doing in there together. 

“Hey I'm home,” he announces, knocking lightly. “What are you two up to?”

It takes a few seconds but the door opens in answer. He sees Max and Steve on the floor, both their eyes red-rimmed as if they'd been crying awhile. Eddie's mind runs through a million scenarios. Did someone get hurt? Did the upside-down reopen? Is someone dead? Is this the reason for Max's visit? 

Eddie scans the pair hoping for a clue when his eyes fall on the plastic stick in Steve's hand. "Sweetheart, is that yours or Max's?" 

Max looks more amused than offended at Eddie’s question. Steve glances down at the stick, as if he’s worried the results would change, before passing it to Eddie. “Mine,” he offers, as Eddie’s eyes fixate on the little plus sign. He’s never had to take a pregnancy test before but he’s seen enough movies to know what that sign means. Steve is pregnant. Steve is pregnant, which means they’re having a pup. Eddie is having a kid. 

A million things run through his mind. When did this happen? They’re going to need a bigger place. How long until a kid can learn guitar? Steve has definitely drunk alcohol recently. Do dads have long hair? I need to stop smoking. Do dads have tattoos? I should stop cursing so much. Can I take tattoos off? I need to build a crib. Can I take the baby to work with me? Can babies listen to metal? I hope the baby looks like Steve. Can the kid look like both of them? I’m going to have to hide my dice sets. How young is too young for a character sheet? Do they even live near good schools? Holy shit Steve is still in school. Holy shit I’m not in school anymore. Should I go to school? How am I going to help with math homework? Wheeler can tutor. Robin is going to kill me for knocking up her best friend. Wait, no, Steve is my mate. I can knock up my mate. His mate is pregnant. Steve is pregnant. 

His brain keeps populating questions and worries until Max clears her throat, snapping Eddie out of his trance. He looks from her stern face to Steve who isn’t looking at Eddie but rather at the floor again. He realizes he’s been quiet for too long. He tries to form a sentence, but can’t get his brain and mouth to connect. All he can manage is a manic sort of laugh because just moments ago he was walking home thinking of the day they’d grow their family only for it to be happening right now. 

Eddie leans against the door jamb, trying to compose himself as he just stares at the stick in disbelief and excitement. He can’t stop giggling, and fuck if this isn’t a way to end the decade. 

“Please tell me that laughing means good news?” Steve asks him, his voice a little strained and watery. 

“Great news, baby,” Eddie assures and sinks down to join his mate on the floor. He leans over to kiss Steve, pulling back eventually just to look at the stick again. “I thought we agreed on no gifts this year.”

That finally pulls a laugh from Steve. “In my defense, it was delivered around Halloween.”

“Nope, I’m out. Let me out,” Max declares, and starts climbing over the two of them to make her way out of the bathroom. Eddie scoots over just enough to let her leave and then closes the door. 

He leans into Steve’s space, tangling their legs together. He pulls Steve into another kiss, needing to get his hands on his mate. They probably shouldn’t be sitting on the bathroom floor, but all Eddie wants to do is touch Steve and the location isn’t going to stop him. He let his hands slide down to Steve’s waist, his fingers gliding over the exposed skin, grinning once it hits him that his pup is in there somewhere. He breathes Steve in, his change in scent making more sense now. The last few weeks make way more sense in context.

“How are you feeling?” Eddie whispers as he shifts around Steve so he’s shoulder to shoulder with his mate, giving into his desire to scent him. Something about the gravity of this moment makes him keep his voice low, as if talking at a normal volume would wake him from this dream. 

“So many things Ed. So many things. I was making breakfast when Max started asking all these questions… And a part of me knew, but a part of me thought there was no way. We hadn’t planned on it. I was on birth control. But Max kept insisting there was no harm in a test. So after the movie, I went to the store.” 

Eddie can imagine Steve just sitting through the movie, vibrating in his seat while he tried to pretend everything was alright. A part of him wonders if he would have told Eddie if the test had been negative and he hadn’t come home at the right time. Sure it’s unplanned, but Eddie knows how much Steve wants kids. He knows that planned or not he’d be crushed by a negative test, and Eddie hopes that they’ve grown enough that Steve would share his disappointment regardless. 

“How much of the movie did you actually manage to take in?”

“None of it,” Steve laughs, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Which is fine. Suzie will definitely want to see it and I doubt her family will let her watch it over the holidays.”

Eddie hums in agreement as his hand trials back to Steve’s waist, plucking at the edge of his shirt for permission. Steve lifts the fabric, and smiles as Eddie’s hand splays over his abdomen. “Nothing to see there yet babe,” Steve mumbles, eyes closing as he relaxes. 

“Doesn’t mean there isn’t someone there.” In a matter of moments, Eddie’s whole world has changed. The last time his life changed so quickly, he’d been thrown into a world of chaos that left him on the run and with missing chunks of skin. And while this is definitely preferable to the upside-down, it’s no less terrifying. “So what do we do now?”

“I guess go to the local clinic just to get started and then find an actual doctor. Fuck do we even have health insurance?”

Eddie perks up at that. “Yes! Yes, we do. I actually get it through work and put you on it. Holy shit was that a responsible decision? Don’t expect that again anytime soon.” 

They sit on the floor a bit longer until Steve starts to shift against Eddie. “Eds, love, we’re going to regret being on the floor very soon. And honestly, I need water.”

Their location suddenly hits Eddie and he feels very dumb for keeping Steve on the tile. “Right, bathroom floors are for revelations, not celebrations.” Eddie stands up first and helps Steve up, nuzzling him as soon as he’s upright. “I’ll get you water. Just go to the sofa and relax.”

“I can get myself water Eddie,” Steve tries, but without thinking Eddie rumbles. Any normal omega would maybe demure or obey. But not Steve. Steve just laughs and kisses Eddie’s cheek. “Sure thing Alpha, you can get me water. Bring Max some too if you want.” Eddie scents Steve again before letting him walk to the sofa and is about to follow when he spies their open bedroom door. He rummages around a bit to find what he needs and tosses it to Steve as he walks to the kitchen. 

“Will you ever hand me clothes like a normal person?” Steve calls out as the sweatshirt leaves his face. Max finds it amusing, and Eddie only half listens as Steve tells her all the time Eddie has just thrown clothes at him. “It always happens when his alpha is in control,” Steve mumbles, pulling off his shirt, and swapping it for Eddie’s worn-in sweatshirt. 

From the kitchen, Eddie takes in the view of Steve in his clothes curled close to one of their adopted pups. Out of all the kids, Max isn’t one of the most tactile, but it seems that the emotions of the day have gotten to both of them. If the polaroid didn’t make so much noise he’d chance a snap.

“Water for both of you and take out menus. We’re ordering in tonight,” Eddie announces as he walks back to the living room. He can see that Steve wants to argue, but when Max starts shuffling through the options he deflates. 

“Can we have pizza?” Max asks. “Dustin keeps saying the pizza here is like pie and I sort of want to try it. Sounds better than the pineapple pizza El and Will keep trying to force on me.”

“Pizza sounds good. Definitely, no pineapple,” Steve seconds, leaning into Eddie who settles in behind his omega. As he listens as the two debate through topping choices, Eddie finds his hand drifting back to Steve’s waist, his fingers splaying protectively over his stomach. It’s barely been a half hour but he’s suddenly aware that there is something there to protect. Eddie’s never been one to give into instinct and he prides himself on it. But he can definitely say that if Max wasn’t in their pack, he would have shoved her out of the apartment and barricaded Steve in their bedroom. 

“Munson. Eddie. Dad,” Max calls, waving the menu hand in front of his face. He snatches the paper from her and rolls his eyes at her smirk. “Order a cheese and a pepperoni, and some garlic rolls. Steve also wants cannolis.”

“Does he want cannolis or do you want them and are using him as an excuse? Also would please actually kill you?”

“No, I actually want cannolis. Max doesn’t know what they are and apparently ‘cheese is not dessert’,” Steve parrots back. 

“Almost a year at college and you’re still eating like you’re in Indiana? Disappointment, Red. What do they teach you at school?” Eddie taunts and reluctantly gets up to order. “You two pick something to watch that isn’t sports. Pregnant or not, I’m not watching basketball.” 

*

“Do you think they can hear me?” Eddie is settled between Steve’s legs, resting his head on Steve’s thigh so he can look up his omega’s body. 

“I genuinely don’t know. I wasn’t in the omega development class when we had it in high school and my parents for sure didn’t give me more than the basics. I’ll go get a book or something tomorrow. Why do you want to know?”

Eddie stares at the strip of exposed skin between Steve’s pajamas and worries his lip. “Dunno. Kind of want to chat with them. Tell them how excited I am to meet them. See if they might enjoy the Hobbit while they chill in there.”

“Are you using this pregnancy as an excuse to finally get me to read Lord of the Rings?”

“Nah, you don’t even have to be awake while I read. I’m perfectly fine giving a performance to an audience of one.” Eddie presses a kiss to Steve’s stomach before moving back up the bed to lie next to Steve. 

“You think we’re ready?” The question hangs heavy between them because there isn’t a good answer. 

Eddie plays with the ring on Steve’s finger as he thinks. “I don’t think anyone is ever really ready, but I’m down for another adventure with Steve Harrington. I know I never thought I’d make it this far so it’s not like I ever pictured this beyond the abstract.”

“You have baby names picked out Eds,” Steve counters.

“One name, Steve, and I guess teenage me was hopeful. I mean past me certainly didn’t actually think I’d find someone to like me let alone have a kid with me.” 

“What would teenage you say if you time travelled to tell him?”

Eddie has to laugh at that image. “He wouldn’t believe me. Hell, I think he’d hate me in some ways. Fourteen year old me was a prick. But then again what fourteen year old isn’t? He’d punch me for cancelling D&D, call me a sellout for getting a job, but he’d be floored to know I bagged Steve Harrington.”

“Was I even on your radar at fourteen?” 

“You were on everyone’s radar back then Stevie. Not even I was above notice. You were a pretty boy then and you're still a pretty boy now. Prettier really.”

“You’re just saying that because I have your pup in me.”

“That you do Stevie, that you do. But that only adds to how gorgeous you already are.” Eddie pulls Steve into his arms, curling protectively around his mate. “Thank you,” he whispers, half wishing the lights were already off so Steve wouldn’t see his face. 

“For what Eddie?” 

“Giving me a family to call my own.”

***

They manage to keep the news quiet for three days. 

If Steve thought a baby would be the impetus for a bigger apartment, the four college freshmen invading his living room floor just confirmed it. With classes starting on January 2, Suzie and Dustin had to be back in the city. On his own, Lucas opted to fly out of O’Hare back to DC, hitching a bus ride with Dustin at the last minute. 

Dustin has his notes for tomorrow laid out in front of him as he helps  Lucas and Suzie make character sheets. He’d been so ecstatic at the chance to run a campaign that he didn’t question why Eddie was handing over the reins. 

“Why aren’t you in there with them? You should go hang out.” Steve is whipping cream as Eddie cleans the dishes from dinner, the radio filling the kitchen with a companionable din. 

“Because I feel like you’ve been cooking non-stop since Thanksgiving, and I need to do something. Besides I could say the same for you - they’re your kids too and you should be resting.”

“Eddie nothing has changed in the four days since we’ve found out. I will be fine making mousse. So go help Dustin and send Max in here. I’m sure she’d appreciate the break. We’re all going to sleep tonight with the sound of dice rolling in our dreams.” Eddie pokes Steve’s side before acquiescing and walks to the living room, a few cans of beer in hand. 

“Are you actually letting us drink tonight or are you relegating us to sparkling apple cider,” Dustin asks, eyeing the beers in Eddie’s hand.

“That all depends, are you going to have a hangover for Dungeons and Dragons tomorrow if I let you drink?” Eddie’s threat is empty as he tosses Max a can. “Besides, the cider isn’t for you.”

“I know it’s for Suzie,” Dustin supplies, and Steve snorts at the assumption from the kitchen. For all of Dustin’s deductive abilities, he has a blind spot for the glaringly obvious. Like when he kept trying to get Robin and Steve together.

Lucas walks into the kitchen in lieu of Max, and awkwardly waves at Steve to check if his presence in the kitchen is welcome. 

“Hey Lucas, come to help me wash up?” When he gets a nod Steve has to ask. “Is Max playing tomorrow?” 

“No, no,” Lucas laughs, “she just told me to earn my keep. Which thanks again for letting me crash here for a few days. I’m sure you’re regretting your decision already.”

“Not at all. It’s nice to have visitors. You’ll get to see the shop tomorrow, and the staff will be thrilled to meet another one of Eddie’s kids - especially because you’ll be nicer than Max.” Steve had heard about her spat with Jamie - not from Eddie but from Max herself who was very proud.

Lucas smiles fondly at that, looking out of the kitchen towards the redhead. “She’s just protective of you. I mean we all are but Max cares about you. A lot man. Don’t tell her I said that though because she’d kill me for telling you.”

“My lips are sealed, but I’d like to remind you all that I am older than all of you and can handle myself.” Steve looks over and sees Lucas drying the same plate over and over again as if he’s thinking something through. Steve is about to ask Lucas to spit it out when the younger man beats him to it. 

“Thank you for letting her stay here.” The statement is barely above a whisper but Steve knows it’s because he doesn’t want the living room to hear. “I don’t know if she’s told you why, and I barely know all the details, you know how Max is. I should probably be jealous or upset that she doesn’t come to me with this stuff but we’re complicated - what’s new,” he sighs. 

Steve just listens as Lucas continues, moving around the kitchen to give them some plausible cover. “I’m glad she has you. I know we all do,” he assures when he sees Steve try to interject. “I think most of us were worried that once you and Eddie left you’d sort of move on from your babysitting role. But when you first called me at school to ask me for my game schedule I knew I was dumb for worrying.”

“I haven’t missed a game,” Steve preens and gestures to the fridge where Lucas’ game schedule is pinned. 

“I know. Dustin tells me you make him listen sometimes.”

“I do. If I can learn the difference between a d20 and a d12, he can learn what a free throw is. But I’m not going anywhere, and neither is Eddie. The pack might be spread out now but we’re still a pack.”

“We’re your pups?” Lucas teases, to which Steve just nods. 

“Yeah my first ones,” Steve agrees, earning a raised brow from Lucas. The music on the radio is interrupted by a reminder that they were fifteen minutes to midnight and Steve glances at the clock to confirm.

“Right, break out the champagne and cider and take that to the living room. Tell Eddie to put on the ball drop. I’m just going to pipe this really quick.” Steve finishes decorating the mousse in a few minutes, just in time to watch Eddie argue with Dustin over the drinks. 

“I know how to count Eddie. It’s five glasses of champagne, one of cider,” he bickers, trying to slap Eddie’s hand away from tossing back the extra champagne glass.

“Henderson I know you’re used to being one the smartest people in the room, but I think for once I know more than you,” Eddie chides and pours out a glass of cider for Steve, passing it to his mate. 

“We aren’t driving anywhere tonight, why aren’t you drinking?” Dustin questions, eyeing Steve suspiciously. Lucas looks between Dustin, the cup, Steve, and then Eddie who is looking smug. Steve watches as the gears turn in his head and when he looks at Max she just nods. 

“But you were drinking at the wedding!” Lucas worries. 

“They just found out,” Max supplies, trying to assuage his concern.

“Found out what?!” Dustin whines, not enjoying being left out of the loop. His exclamation makes Suzie gasp, bringing everyone but Dustin into the know. 

“Oh my goodness that is so exciting! Congratulations!”

“Congratulations to what? Can someone tell me what is going on!” 

As much as Steve likes watching Dustin flounder on his curiosity voyage, he figures someone should take pity on him lest they miss the start of 1990.

“It’s your turn to be the babysitter Henderson.” Steve watches as everything clicks into place for Dustin. He’s pretty sure that if he wasn’t sitting on the sofa, Steve would have been on the floor from the force of Dustin tackling him. 

“Whoa, whoa, easy Dustin, that’s my kid in there!” Eddie scolds, causing the younger man to panic at his action, which only makes Steve laugh. 

“You’re fine, Eddie is just in full protective mode. But yeah we just found out a few days ago.”

“I found out first,” Max crows, clearly trying to needle Dustin who is reeling from the news.

“What?! Why did she find out first?” Steve isn’t sure why his pregnancy would be the exception to Dustin and Max’s constant one-upmanship but he’s putting a stop to it before it starts.

“Alright enough everyone, we’ve got a minute to midnight and I want a moment of calm before our phone starts ringing,” Steve calls out, settling the room down, even when Dustin shoves Max playfully. “Get your drinks and watch the damn ball.”

“Yes Mom,” everyone mutters and when he hears Suzie’s voice in the chorus he quirks a brow at her.

“What? It’s not a bad title,” she shrugs, walking over to soothe Dustin’s ego.

Eddie takes the vacant spot next to Steve and winds an arm around his shoulder. “If you thought this was bad, wait until Robin finds out she’s not the first to know.” 

“Just shut up and kiss me, Eddie.” “With pleasure. Happy New Year, baby.”

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #omegaverse #steve x eddie #six kids and a winnebago #steddie fics #myfics

[abyssalpriest]

Conversations with Leviathan #7, Black Ink 2/7/23

A discussion on the symbol of Black Ink, potentiality.

I was wondering what things I should compare Leviathan to for the 30 day challenge question "Describe your God as something that occurs in nature", hoping I could draw up a list of multiple things and work then from that. He said: Black ink, singularly and definitively. I wasn't expecting it, I associate that with my ex-partner who would even go so far as to use that as a tag for... Something? Actually, isn't that weird. I don't think he ever explained what "Black Ink" was other than saying it was his blood and something huge and encompassing. It was some sort of biological function (or form) or physiological part of his that continued to arise in his symbolism. Largely I knew what I thought it was: Some sort of metaphor for his biology that involved heavy metaphors about reality, something to do with the Void, but that's really it.

Does black ink even occur in nature? No, but arguably that's the point, Leviathan and his brothers always seem to be found in things that are made whether it's electronics, tools, trains and planes, kingship, reading and writing... Nature is nature even when reworked and the idea of them being nature as consciously reworked and harnessed - yet still nature, still wild under the surface - fits very well. 

Black Ink, however, is a symbol that means a lot to me in both the sense of importance and extensive symbolism. It's type of blood, blood itself being a complex metaphor underneath a complex metaphor for the fabric and life of reality, everything in existence in its various forms, black ink being one form; it's the spaces in-between and Polarised dances between paper and writing... I don't know though. There's too much in my head.

---

"Black Ink: Clockwork. Numerical values. Obsidian Mirrors. Ferrofluid.

The beginning of the Universe started with a series of boxes, characters, easily stackable and therefore easy to extrapolate into dimensional stability -"

Lying in bed I can suddenly vividly see him next to me in a non-linear way I've never experienced before - I can both see him when I'm looking and when I'm not looking at him - leaning half-propped-up on his elbow facing me. I can feel the coldness of his energy physically.

"- Repetition of things that can be repeated. More so the ticking of the clock rather than that minute bit in-between."

His energy is physically touching my skin - "Oh, sorry," he says in surprise and it retracts, but it's radiating from him in strange outward spirals of warm and cold. I feel like I'm swirling bathwater coming from hot and cold taps.

Did you want to come in? I barely get to ask before he takes over.

"This is complicated, eons of processing and notes that I could show you except no, I couldn't. This entire universe - your little physical plane - is written by the three of us in a tongue that is always speaking in black ink. Black, an enveloping of every colour, every beam of light condensed, squished, compressed, forced into linearity and logical repetitions between moment to moment. Black is physics, metaphysics, metronome beats in Creation in the way that it is the counting 1 - 2 - 3 - etc notes of a finite recorded song. Finite beats to be counted, compressed.

Your body's numb, oops. Have it back."

Well then. What are you sifting through?

"I couldn't even tell you. It's complete condensations of 3D knowledge into flattened momentary planes."

He shows me one of the flat pieces of paper he's going through mentally, and he's right, I thought it was printer paper but it's densely vibrating cubes flattened as thin as rice noodles, so not too thin. Vibrating like suns....

"Did I tell you about that? How solar bodies intensely vibrate so close to transcending the planes they're on hence that's why they're used as gates - skip this song playing. Thank you. Condense and condense and condense, first you obtain something intensely bright so that it becomes a screen through which your eyes can perceive things it wishes to extract from the light particle-waves. Then... Boom. Collapses. Black. Like how lampblack is made."

I feel like that's not how lampblack is made...

"Then you're not thinking outside or I suppose inside the box, are you. Dumb. That's a joke. Do you see how the Sun is rising?"

A faint light shines through the cracks in my curtains.

"And you could let it in if you wanted to.

Black Ink is a complex theory in and of itself. Metaphorically. Symbolically. It's the dancing letters on the tip of the scientist's tongue at the verge of understanding, it's a substance that plays with the gateway - and is the gateway - to discovery. Externalised thoughts pass through it, the future awakened soul meets its past self through it. It's Shakti and Shiva's dance specifically in the hands of the writer. It's a promise to God. Isn't that fascinating?"

I have to say -

"So say it -"

Oh. You're vivid as hell again. I can see you almost physically in my periphery... Are you wearing those glasses in bed? I'll take that laugh as a yes. Resting head in hand, a sweet smile... I was expecting so much more of a drab topic when you brought this up.

"Well... Multiple sides to everything, right? I told you what this is. It's a gateway to speaking, it's a mechanism of discovery and unity of world and thought. Personal expression. Usually Shiva dances inside Shakti's womb, but when does it come to a point where he actually extends out of it? When does he externalise? When does consciousness birth itself into something visible? We were working on that clay mobile representing me, well, explicitly I was, arts and crafts, I become physical inside your room through it, through Black Ink. It's the potency... The liquid of the womb condensed and condensed and condensed until its colour, its magnetic pull, inverts. Right? You're following?"

I'm following.

"So what is it that you're speaking?"

Well, I feel like I'm speaking my ex's things. He's the one that taught me what this energy is that I associate with the concept of Black Ink. Dark, eldritch, consuming, mirroring - you're nodding as I speak, reassuring - swallowing...

"Nothing you spit from your mouth can be his. Spit being produced by your cells... Even if your mouth swells at the sight and scent of food it is a product of your body. That's Black Ink. Nothing that comes from your body can be his. You're asserting an opinion of what he looked like in your eyes, which is a regurgitation of the endless wish that God has to be so aware of Themselves that they become Themselves... No. Sorry. You and he were separated by a for more vast ocean than you ever wanted to admit. It's a foul thing to talk about someone like (your ex) in regards to the metaphor of pregnancy but I cannot stress enough about how the union that produces results is never of you and another individual. From you, yes. Of you... No. A cell has to be split off from both of you before it can create a new life - emphasis on before. In life you see, you experience, you stitch it into your body, you gestate, you birth. Which is wrong to say by its own rules because... Experience is all that simultaneously so there is no parts to separate into different experiences. You experience a stimulus and you immediately stitch your consciousness through it.

You never took in anything that he did or said, electron repulsion gives the impression of touch as you say, you simply had an experience that was caused by the way his consciousness affected your communal reality. Even if a literal pregnancy had've come from your relationship... The placenta is a direct manifestation of the true physical union: an attempt, nothing more, but an individual is always an individual. External interaction is not internal emergence. Whatever you think of Black Ink is your own mind, your own memories, your own opinions, your own symbolism. It is not his no matter how heavily impacted by his peripheral and orbital existence around your life. 

He's - or I suppose he was - a gravitational centre passing through a field, you never united with his gravity but instead just felt its effects on you. You touched the impulses in the field... Anyway. What do you see Black Ink as?"

I think I'll have to sit on it. Oh, my phone's autosuggest tells me to write 'Call me'. I'll call you

"I think you should sit on it though. Every symbol belongs to every person. Everything that arises as a connection between a conscious perception or choice and an experience lies inside the one who experiences it. The way reality connects with mind is not the way people think, you in your body are a pilot in front of a screen connected to cameras in the eyes of a robot you're piloting around; you may become absorbed in what is in front of you but you have to remember it's not really touching you, it's touching the robot, consciousness personalises everything and simulates a connection. Like how you may feel emotional pain from a film or video game character's actions but it is just lights. Lights... Lights and colours... Condensible. Edible. Consumable. Redirectable..."

-

Leviathan said: Swapped. Excellent. A free vessel. I will continue alone; you are tired and overwhelmed.

The conclusion is simple. Black Ink is the product of your - and everyone's - womb just before birth. It's the black sky through which the Earth is birthed. It's potentiality. That's it. It's used in scrying for a reason, because... It is scrying. It's the potentiality pushed to the point of nearing literalness.

What you associate with Black Ink: the eldritch, the dark, the... Whatever else, because you do need to comb through all this mess and separate your real opinions from those you were influenced to have... You associate them in the way that one associates a baby with a pregnant mother. Two very different things, actually, when you stop to think about it: A pregnancy necessitates no baby but a pre-baby, a baby is an externalised product of post-pregnancy, post-pregnancy meaning pregnancy is no more. Black Ink is nothing but the means through which things are birthed and therefore is separate from them... Yet intimately categorically connected.

Now... Why are these babies, the eldritch and the dark and the abstract, associated with Black Ink in your mind? The answer, as with everything birthed through Black Ink, will be born into both awareness and reality when you allow it to be birthed.

#I don't think I've ever seen him this excited in any of the Conversations weve done #leviathan // #channellings // #conversations // #Ramblings //

[superhoeva-archived]

Concept #1: The nerd in Erik slips once in a while with his friend group and they tease him about it when it happens. Rogers is the only one who defends him (Because he’s secretly also a nerd).

Concept #2: Everyone has a favourite dog but not all will admit it… Loki knows all of these preferences for some reason 🧠 even the ones who never gave any hints out loud. (They start to think he can talk to the dogs).

This is just what I could come up with ;) if it doesn’t match your interpretation of the characters or doesn’t motive you, it’s okay! I thought it was a cute dynamic regardless.

i loooove both of these ideas so much! (this ended up being pretty long, hence the keep reading. enjoy!

concept one: nerd!erik

nerd!erik is a complete gem (see what i did there. he's a geologist... and a gem is a rock... aha)

sometimes he doesn't even realize that he's slipped into a rant about the different types of rocks found in antarctica... or about why penguins, along with five other bird species) don't fly... or about why the empire strikes back is better than a new hope

UNTIL someone (usually wilson) clears their throat to politely interrupt him

and that's when the teasing starts ;) (which loki ends up hearing all the way in the dog kennel)

all light-hearted, of course, but it usually goes on for a while... i mean, what else is there to do down there?

everyone is all smiles as the jokes roll in. even bruce gets in on it.

"i really had no idea penguins couldn't fly. thank you so much, professor almanac."

and pietro. "you know, sometimes i forget that we have an actual yoda down here with us, guys."

and kingo. "your head is a surprisingly normal size for all that smart shit you have tucked away up there."

before it can get too far, m.t. rogers interferes with a light smile.

"alright gentlemen, that's enough. let's get back to work."

he's up before anyone can say anything else. but before he marches down the hallway, "oh, and erik? i don't know who you've been talking to, but they're completing wrong. new hope over empire any day of the week..."

aaaannnndddd

cue raised eyebrows between m'baku and barnes; loud cackles from wilson and rhodey; even a smile from druig.

concept two: everyone's favorite dogs

as we all know, pietro is quite the menace. sometimes it's on purpose... other times he can't help it. much like now, as he passes pass the open and unlocked door of loki's room. he knows that the last thing he should do is sneak in. curiosity killed the cat, after all. however, curiosity brought him back, no?

pietro enters as quietly is he can, afraid that all he's done is called into a trap. when loki doesn't jump out from behind the door or from under the bed, pietro lets out a breath.

he's in.

a slew of questions fill his head in record time. how is it so clean? why does it look like his bed hasn't been slept in?

BUT all of these questions leave his head when he spots a small journal on the small desk in the corner of loki's room. pietro smiles before rushing and flipping it open. his eyebrows furrow when he comes across a page titled favorite dogs.

m'baku -

his favorite is definitely ghost, who likes to keep him company when he's outside cleaning the helicopter before a trip

sometimes, ghost blends in to well with the snow, giving m'baku an occasional heart attack

but ghost is too busy playing to notice

erik, rogers -

chase is erik's pick

he's sweet and loves to sit with erik while he works

chase sometimes ends up spending the night in erik's room, having fallen asleep to his rambles

however, erik couldn't care less. at least chase actually listens to him

and rogers can't help but be fondest of this dog as well

he knows the most tricks out of the rest of the dogs

(most of which rogers taught him)

rogers even has a few sketches of chase in his leather book

druig, barnes -

druig absolutely loves bea, as she's the calmest out of the bunch

and likes it when druig reads to her

barnes secretly loves her too

(with those big blue eyes, how could he not)

but don't think he's telling anyone that

thor, wilson, kingo -

mishka is thor's taste tester, loves everything he giver her. except for bananas. for some reason, she hates those.

she also ended up being wilson's support buddy when an injury to his leg put him on bed rest for a couple of days

(now, when he thinks no one is paying attention, wilson likes to sneak her out of the kennel and lay with her during his naps)

and kingo's the only one who doesn't care that the only game she ever wants to play is tug-of-war

(too bad it's usually one of his slippers she ends up playing with)

rhodes, pietro -

rhodes wouldn't say he's a dog person

but luna's really gotten on his good side

she's very affectionate but knows that he's most comfortable with just scratching her head

however, loki thinks it's all just an act

given that last week he found rhodey down on his knees, gifting luna what looked to be the greatest tummy tub of all time

and pietro? a big luna fan

probably because of the way she follows him around with stars in her eyes

(loki has no idea for the reason behind it. because it's pietro.

but alas

the dog dotes on him, so he can't not like her right?

banner -

dogs are one of the (many) things that make banner nervous

this leads to banner not visiting the dogs much

milo, however, is different

he's patient

and somehow seems to understand banner's apprehension

this leads to milo being banner's favorite

whenever he's around banner, he doesn't bombard him with nose bumps like most of the dogs do

he just sits back and gives him some room

which banner appreciates more than he will ever know

after than, pietro is fully convinced that loki can (literally) speak to the dogs. how else would he know all of this? and when they disclose the theory to the rest of the group, they can't help but wonder what else loki has in the book of his

thank you for the ideas, anon! <3

taglist (open): @rae-gar-targaryen @leyannrae @rosaline-black @bannerbubble @youlovetkay @blowmymbackout @angrybirdxx @mi-han @lovelytricia @gitasor @bingingcontentrn

#anon #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes imagine #sam wilson imagine #erik killmonger imagine #thor odinson imagine #pietro maximoff imagine #loki odinson imagine #m'baku imagine #james rhodes imagine #bruce banner imagine #kingo imagine #druig imagine #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #thor odinson #pietro maximoff #erik killmonger #loki odinson #m'baku #james rhodes #bruce banner #kingo eternals #druig eternals #warmth #au: warmth #warmth blurb #simone writes

[dollar-store-apocrypha]

Ingenious Gentlemen and the Persistence of Memory by muldezgron

fandom || ESO rating || M categories || m/m, gen pairings || m!Vestige/Cadwell, Cadwell&Meridia, Khunzar-ri/Cadwell the Betrayar genre || character study, romance characters of note || Cadwell, Khunzar-ri, Meridia, Sheogorath, Molag Bal status || 11/11, 96k

In the year 2E 582, Molag Bal attempted to merge his plane of Oblivion with Nirn in an event known as the Planemeld, but was thwarted by a hero known as the Vestige and his companions, as guided by the Daedric Prince of Light, Meridia. Two eras later, in 4E 201, the Vestige is killed in his home, respawns in Coldharbour, and hatches a bizarre plan for vengeance on Molag Bal which is definitely not an ego-sparing cover for recovering his soul. This is not his story (probably). This is the Tale of the Gallant Knight of Coldharbour (maybe) who sets out to help his dear friend the Vestige on his Noble Quest (possibly) and is 100% Totally Fine No Problems Thanks For Asking.

***

“Fascinating little story, isn’t it?”

“All stories are fascinating,” he replied. “What Raksha finds most fascinating is when there is one story with several versions. Often more truth can be learned from the comparison of stories than from one version alone.”

Cadwell shook his empty teacup and reached for the teapot. “Such as Molag Bal being into spears?”

“Such as that, yes,” said Raksha with a patient sigh. “But more than that, also. The differences are often the same events focused through the lens of culture. As this one said before, it comes as no surprise that the Xivilai tell a tale of a great battle while Vivec’s version is very… Vivec.” His brows furrowed in thought. “But there is also this detail, this ‘gift’ of weakness, that is not present in any form in Vivec’s telling, and it is curious that such a specific detail would appear in one version but not the other.”

Cadwell hummed contentedly as he poured himself another cup of tea.

“In many cases,” the Khajiit continued, “changing the perspective of the story changes the story completely, because no one person sees the same event in exactly the same way as any other. Some details will be important to one and invisible to another. So if that is the case here, then that would mean there is something that the Daedra of Coldharbour would know that—”

Raksha stopped. His ears perked upright; his eyes grew wide and shining; his tail thumped loudly against the leg of his chair.

“—that Vivec would never notice,” he said, almost awe-struck. His pupils had grown large and round, like he had just spied the most delicious sweetroll.

***

"This was a great read, I tore through it way faster than I probably should have given it required more concentration than the average fic. Your command of ES lore always staggers me and I love to see your characters play in this world." -- Capraahircus

"Seriously muld, this story is something really special. It's thoughtful, thought-provoking, introspective, gripping, complex, meaty, challenging, readable, intellectual, emotional, unique--fully grounded in the setting and world while also elevating it in ways which you'd never thought of but feel like they were always how it was meant to be. Your Daedric Princes are my benchmark (your Sheogorath especially), your worldbuilding something I could luxuriate in all day, your prose and dialogue so witty and intelligent while also being a genuine pleasure to read. I feel privileged to have read this fic" -- filigreebee

"God DAMN IT." -- Nebulad

#tes #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls online #eso #eso fanfiction #cadwell #khunzar-ri #daedric princes #elsweyr #fic recs #multichapter #mlm #gen fic

[shotorozu]

i feel like im annoying lol but here i am again 🥴

🥴 how do da boys react to a super bimbo mc like shes busty, sweet, innocent, helpful as much as she can be and doesnt really realize when people are hitting on her, she just thinks theyre being extra friendly. (Tamaki, izuku, shoto, denki, bakougo) or any of ur choice

Sorry if I’m being annoying ( •᷄ὤ•᷅)？ and tysm

bimbo s/o

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, amajiki tamaki (bnha)

probably (?) part one // ?

legend : [Y/N = your name] female! s/o, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : sooo 🤩 it’s my birthday tomorrow, not excited about that?? not sure! but im definitely gonna post more tomorrow, just because

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bakugou katsuki

you didn’t seem like his type tbh. you’re kinda an airhead, and you’re sweet and helpful to everyone

and awfully innocent,,

so, you seemed like the person that bakugou would try and stay away from, but nope!

not in this case. i’m not sure what conspired in this explosive blond’s head, but he had a oddly specific attraction to you

he used to hate being around you, but it’s also quite entertaining being around you but why, you may ask?

not only are you super nice, and helpful, but you’re very likable too! which caused you to get secret admirers, and fanboys

but you also so happen to be clueless as fuck, so katsuki would always stick around— obviously very amused, only to tell you what their true intentions are

“what do they mean, go out? like,, outside?”

“no, dumbo. they wanna date you.”

“..like the calendar?”

“hah?? are you dumb?” he actually hated how oblivious you were at first, but he just got used to it

but this clueless airhead trait of yours is what he also hates, because when he developed feelings for you— he’d have to tell you

and,, he’s not the best with being direct with romantic stuff. so— you can see how that went.

he ended up confessing you in the most direct way he could’ve said it, but you still. didn’t. understand.

“fuck sake, i want to be your significant other. your fucking lover, the bitch that’ll be with you until this dumbass brain of yours stops working.”

okay, he was a little too direct, but at least you know his feelings!

when you both finally get together, everyone is shocked. like,, you, the sweetheart that likes helping people— dating thee bakugou katsuki??

everyone thought you were threatened to date him, because you didn’t understand other people’s advances— but in reality, katsuki just told you what he felt

straight from the heart.

also, since you’re also quite busty, katsuki loves sleeping on them— he literally won’t sleep, until he has his head resting on those milkers of yours

“maybe this is all you’re good for, huh? a fuckin’ head rest. there might not be anything up there, but at least it gives me some good fuckin’ sleep.”

he,, doesn’t mean that. you’re useful in so many other ways, but he loves pretending that he thinks that way, because of your replies

“ah, yes! i’m fine with being your head rest, katsuki. rest well, love!”

you’re not hurt, because he makes it a point to tell you multiple times a day that you mean lots to him.

but he gets super mad when people tell you that you’re stupid. because he can only tell you that!!

todoroki shouto

you also didn’t seem like you’d be his type,, everyone thought he would’ve wanted someone that’s smart as momo, or something similar

but he’s very content with being with you, for reasons he can’t seem to figure out.

he has his habit of watching you help people from afar, and he couldn’t help but smile whenever he engages in conversations with you

yeah sure, you might be more of an airhead than most people— but you have a heart of gold! and that’s what gathered his attention

sometimes, he’s quite clueless to some social cues— but even he can connect the dots

which you can’t seem to do. but you’re in luck! shouto’s usually the one that tells you what they mean

it’s something he loves and hates, only because of how popular you are with people in general.

sometimes, shouto debates if he should even tell you what they mean— because well,, he likes you.

usually, shouto would interpret things to you like this

“,, they like you,, romantically.”

“shou, are you sure? they look like they wanna be my friend!” he lets you call him by his first name, just because of how content you look by calling him ‘shouto’

he ends up whispering something into your ear, and your eyes light up in realization. “oh! so how princess bubblegum likes marceline?”

“,, yeah.”

but being shouto todoroki has it’s advantages. he isn’t afraid of being as direct as he could possibly be.

“may i have the honor of being your lifelong partner?”

“..?”

“oh, romantically. i’d love to be your lover, Y/N.”

“..oh! that’s what you meant.”

the way he sees you stumble with your words, as you pace back in forth— completely flustered by his words

makes him smile

and it all ends well when his friends see that his wallpaper is literally him laying down on your chest

which is something he always wanted to do

“shouto,, did you finally confess?!”

“yes. they said yes.”

they’re not really surprised that you understood, courtesy to shouto’s bluntness.

he is your protector against all of the people that make you seem useless. man literally lashed out when his father asked him to date someone with ‘more intelligence’

“Y/N may not be the definition of being book smart, but Y/N’s not useless!”

in short— he’s the bimbo protector! he’ll always be patient around you, and he would never dare to dumb you down.

amajiki tamaki

oh lOrd, please help him

you’re so kind, sweet, and helpful. you’d help anyone— regardless of their personality. and that’s what made tamaki interested in you

but you’re also very popular. which he could see why— since you’re attractive in a unique and special way.

tamaki absolutely disliked the idea of your kindness being taken advantaged of. i mean,, the guts of some people!

but he also hated being the one to break the news to you good or bad

he’s not good with the blunt stuff either, and he might’ve been worried about being around you— because well,, you look like you wouldn’t even hurt a fly.

“tamaki, what do they mean by ‘coming home with them for a nice time’ do they.. want to play mario cart with me?”

he looks like he needs to pass out, but he ends up telling you anyway. he’s just lucky that you could hear him.

but he sighs in relief when you end up kindly declining

nejire and mirio are SO amused by this pairing. i mean, it’s an interesting dynamic! how could they not be invested?

yet, they refuse to even explain things to you, especially when tamaki’s around to do said explaining

because apparently, ‘it’ll help you socialize more, especially with Y/N!’

but remember when i said that tamaki wasn’t great with the blunt approach? yeah— he’d have a heart attack, just trying to explain his feelings

“i— uhm how do i say this,, would you like t-to go out for some dinner with m-me?”

“oh sure! i should go tell mirio and nejire” you’d say that with a smile, and it felt like he was going to pass away on the spot.

nejire and mirio were the ones the tell you that ‘no, tamaki doesn’t want to be friendly with you, because he wants to romantically date you.’

and it felt like forever when they were explaining how and why, while tamaki was sitting in the corner.

but thank GOD! because you like him too!

super hesitant on resting on your chest, i mean,, to him, it looked like the nicest pillow for the deepest sleep! but he wasn’t sure if that’d be okay

because no!! to!! taking!! advantage!! of!! Y/N’s!! kindness!!

speaking of that, despite the fact that he’s socially awkward— he will not hesitate on defending you from any haters!

like, when people say that “tamaki and Y/N are such an awkward couple. tamaki’s super awkward, it looks like there’s nothing in Y/N’s brain. maybe she’s brainless”

because how dare they. not everyone is book smart— but that doesn’t give people the right to call you stupid!

“Y/N’s not brainless! she’s kind, helpful, and the sweetest p-person i have ever met. i suggest you take that back!”

in short— it gives him heart palpitations just having to explain things to you, but at the end of the day, it’s all worth it, if he can be with you

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Do Angels Never Cry and Heaven Never Fall?

Character: Dainsleif.

Warnings: slight NSFW, female reader is the princess of Khaenri'ah, philosophy motives, mentions of religious and sacrilegious thinking, symbolism, established relationships, bad ending, 18+.

A/N: Happy Valentine's day!

A light wind touched Dainsleif's hair and disappeared between stones of Khaenri'ah's palace. Dainsleif was staying behind you with his hands crossed on his chest and eyes closed calmly.

'Do you believe in the God?'

Dainsleif raised his eyes on you slowly, without any emotion on his cold face.

'The God? What is it?'

You sighed lamentably. You shouldn't talk with him about this, you better remain silent, sew your mouth shut only to prevent your thoughts from turning into words and forming into sounds.

'This is love,' You glanced at Dainsleif gently and pitifully, your eyes were shining brightly because of the clear veil of tears. 'This is meekness.'

'It's alien to me,' Dainsleif shrugged his shoulders.

'Why doesn't God want us? Is the sky really as beautiful and mighty as people say?' You whispered, caressing with your fingers the lonely rose that grew up through the stones.

Dainsleif calmly watched the wails of your soul – too pure and kind for him to understand.

'Where is the God, when it sees us suffering? If it is love, does it mean our world is its gift? Do you think true love should look like this?'

'This is a punishment.'

'The one who loves will never punish their beloved so horribly. At least I don't need this love.'

The strange pain appeared in your eyes and you looked away from him to find the stone ocean of buildings and monuments for the glory of mankind. It wasn't new for Dainsleif to see you worrying about something so small and unnecessary.

'My princess, the nation of Khaenri'ah didn't get lands and technologies from some God. We worked hard, died from cold and exhaustion, but kept studying the Khemia, kept building the machines, and nurturing our kids. If this is a definition of God for you, does it mean that every man of Khaenri'ah is a God?'

'No. The God created this world.'

'This world?'

You bit your lip. Your soul was screaming, and remorse was wresting out of your heart. Something tormented you, the guilt and anxiety were oppressing you. You needed Dainsleif more than usual: your Twilight Sword, he was older and wiser, always ready to shed blood to protect you. You loved him deeply and sacrificially, allowed him to play with you like he wanted: your maiden heart was so easy to take, his coldness and indifference made you fall for him even more, as all his nature seemed mysterious and tragic to you. Your love was the only shelter for someone like him, who was trained to hate and kill, kill until his lords would be pleased with the inexhaustible rivers of blood.

You looked at the Northern star for the last time: it was ugly, horned, malevolent nothingness. Defective and forsaken, the Northern star was shining among the perfect constellations of Khaenri'ah, pulsating with red figures, which reminded you of something geometrical.

'Am I the only one to see it?' You asked yourself in your thoughts. 'Our stargazers couldn't miss it. I hope it is their new invention.'

'My princess,' Dainsleif put his hand on your shoulder. His tone was quiet and attentive, as he wanted your soul to free itself from all the worries. With him by your side you were safe, and there was no need for you to fill your head with depressive questions. 'You need to rest.'

You nodded and left the balcony, returned to the darkness of your room. It was hard to find you without light, but Dainsleif still could see the contour of red roses on your dress. You felt his touch on your face, nuzzled to his palm, letting him take the nightmares out of your inflamed mind.

Dainsleif put your bottom lip between his, sucked on it gently until you opened your mouth, inviting his tongue to slip inside. Dainsleif knew: you loved when his tongue was playing with yours, stroking it and filling your mouth with shared saliva until it streamed down your chin. He left kisses all along your soft lips, which brought him reassurance and joy.

Dainsleif treated you like you were made from porcelain and appreciated every part of your patient body; his slender fingers fondled your delicate breasts, circling on your nipples, which remained him of unopened buds of your favorite roses. Brushing your skin with his breathing, Dainsleif covered your nipples with his mouth, and you arched your back, pushing your chest forward to meet his love, your collarbones delineating through your skin.

You were only his: the most beautiful flower of Khaenri'ah, so vulnerable and fine, fragrant with youth. Dainsleif was teasing your womanhood, the focus of his sweet desire, by slowly brushing his fingers against your wet entrance. Your eyes, clouded with desire, and your lips, red from his domineering kisses, attracted him to you, awoke the most perverted desires.

It was magical to feel your wet core hugging his flesh so tightly and lovingly, shy moans escaping your frangible throat. The rose fell from your hair right in your open palm, and you squeezed it, when Dainsleif moved again, his hips met yours, making you whimper from pleasure. The flower broke into petals, and you grabbed a pillow, trying to cope with orgasmic fever. You knew your love was forbidden, both of you knew the consequences, but the fear of being caught made the rare moments of intimacy more precious for both of you. Once Dainsleif and you had tasted the poison of lust, it became an addiction. You couldn't survive without each other, and both of you were ready to betray your duties and origins in the name of love.

He knew you wanted to see the sun and the sky with your eyes, for you, who lived all your life captured under the ground, simple things like this were miraculous. Dainsleif promised to show you the other world before leaving your chambers, the big smile that bloomed on your face made him smile too.

Only the nefarious Northern star was illuminating the way of broken promises and all-devouring grief for the brave Twilight Sword, and chanting despair and oblivion for his princess.

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[shmaptainwrites]

Crush [Aaron Hotchner]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Jack Hotchner

Summary: Hotch tries to work up the nerve to talk to his pretty next-door neighbour with a little help from his son

Warnings: none :)

A/N: Day 5 of Hotch app week!! time is flying by like crazy! I hope you guys enjoy this cute little fluffy piece that’ll definitely make up for Wednesday ;)

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Aaron never thought retirement was something that would suit him. But while being in WITSEC he realized how much he enjoyed spending time with Jack so after being away for over a year, it made sense for him to leave the FBI and take up a less busy job in prosecution, working part time and only taking smaller cases here and there.

They moved to a new neighbourhood, he bought a house, one with a nice balcony in the primary bedroom, something Haley always wanted. And Jack loved it because as a fourteen-year-old it was big enough to house all of his friends when they would decide to get off their video games and hang out (mainly to just play video games in person).

Aaron liked the neighbourhood for a different reason though. Right next door, 4873 Diver Lane is where you lived. The sweet woman who had first welcomed him and Jack to the neighbourhood. You brought over cookies and a big bunch of flowers from your garden that you tended and cared for almost every day.

It was obvious to Jack that his dad had formed quite the little crush on you, so he decided to ask him about it one night while they watched soccer together on the TV.

“Hey dad,”

“Yeah?”

“What do you think of Miss (L/N)? From next door?” he asked.

“She’s nice,” Aaron nodded, scribbling down some things in the margins of a report he was reading. “Why?”

“Well, it’s pretty obvious you have a crush on her,” he offered. “I mean I’m a teenager, I’m awkward and hormonal, what’s your excuse for having no game? Actually have you ever even had any?”

“Hey there,” Aaron chuckled. “Easy,”

“But?”

“It’s been a while Jack, I think the rules of the game have changed since I played,” he offered. “Why don’t you pay more attention to the TV, you just missed Lukaku do a bicycle kick,”

“What!?” Jack exclaimed and Aaron chuckled to himself knowing his son would catch his lie sooner or later.

“Dad that was mean,”

“No, mean is saying your dad doesn’t have any game,” he grabbed a pillow and tossed it at his son. “30 more minutes then go study a bit more for your test before bed, okay?”

“Fine,” Jack sighed and settled himself further into the couch.

Aaron noticed that after that interaction, Jack started to chat more with you on his way back home from school every day. He always watched him out of the window, trying to read his lips and make sure he wasn’t saying anything ridiculous, but that may have been asking a lot of him.

“I hope you didn’t say anything too out there,” Aaron said one day when Jack walked in.

“Only good things. If you aren’t going to talk to her then I might as well talk you up so she asks you out,” Jack shrugged.

“Good luck with that,” Aaron ruffled his hair.

“I don’t need luck, I’ve got more game than you,” Jack teased and Aaron rolled his eyes.

A few nights later, he could hear quiet talking coming from Jack’s room, well past the time she should have been awake, but when he came to the door, he could see a flickering light coming from underneath the door and he had a good feeling of what he was doing.

“Mom you gotta help me,” he could hear him whisper from past the door. “He freezes up every time we walk past her house and she waves at him. I seriously can’t believe he actually managed to join a play to try and ask you out,”

Aaron couldn’t help but let a small smile sneak past his lips as Jack continued.

“I love him, but he’s a little bit of a lost cause and could use a bit of a push, can you help me?” he asked. “He deserves to be happy again after everything, right?”

Aaron pressed his lips together and decided to leave then, letting the rest of the conversation his son was having with his mother be private.

That night as he laid down in bed, he wondered to himself what it would take for him to overcome his nerves, even just to talk to you, hell, to just walk by your house without becoming a bumbling mess.

Jack even decided that he needed to get his friends involved, each time they were over, Aaron would hear some iteration of,

“Mr. H the lady next door is really pretty! You should ask her out!”

And honestly, he was about to, just to get them off his back because, man could fourteen-year-olds be persistent.

But a more realistic first step came one autumn weekend when Jack slid down the railing, already wearing a sweater he had stolen from Aaron, his phone in one hand, quickly checking his messages.

“Where are you going?” Aaron asked.

“Little walk around the neighbourhood,” Jack said. “Needed a homework break,”

“If you give me two minutes I’ll come with you,” Aaron said and Jack nodded, putting his shoes on and waiting by the door while Aaron went to put on something a little warmer.

When he came back, Jack practically dragged him out of the door and they started in the direction opposite of your home but Aaron knew they would loop back around so it gave him time to prepare himself, even if it was just to say hi.

“So how’s that history paper going?” Aaron asked his son.

“It’s fine, Mrs. Jacobs really liked that piece you helped me write though,”

“Still got it,” Aaron chuckled with a grin and Jack elbowed his dad slightly in the gut to get him to be quiet.

The fall leaves had all changed colour by this point and were slowly but surely falling off the trees and all over the roads and lawns.

Their neighbourhood had their fair share of trees that offered a variety of colours around and Aaron had to agree with his son that it was a much needed break from work.

As they finished their loop around the street and came past your house, he noticed you were outside raking leaves that had fallen into your front yard, warm mittens covering your hands and a scarf wrapped around your neck.

“Hey Miss (L/N)!” Jack waved and Aaron’s eyes went wide, not expecting his son to be so loud in his call.

“Hi Jack!” you waved back and Jack ran over to your fence, Aaron following closely behind him. “I told you to call me (Y/N), remember, Miss (L/N) makes me sound old,” you laughed.

“Right, sorry,” he apologized. “This is my dad, I’m not sure if you’ve met him yet,”

“Maybe in passing,” you nodded and offered your hand for him to shake. “(Y/N),”

“Aaron, nice to meet you,”

“Nice to meet you too. Your son’s told me a lot about you,” you smiled.

“Except one thing,” Jack whispered under his breath and Aaron tried to put his hand over Jack’s mouth, but Jack continued to wrestle out of his grip until he knew he was absolutely free and said, “(Y/N) my dad has a crush on you but he has no game, ok bye!”

Jack bolted off back to the house leaving Aaron standing in front of the gate to your home while you laughed at the actions of the teenage boy, remembering how you had done something similar to one of your friends when you were that age.

“So, is it true?” you turned to Aaron and asked him.

“I-What would you say if it was?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Maybe I’d ask if you want to come over for dinner sometime,”

Aaron was stunned. He couldn’t believe Jack’s little plan had worked, all he had to do was say yes. And the push he needed was right there when he saw Jack back at the house, his face glued to the window waiting for his dad’s response.

“Then I guess it is true,” Aaron admitted.

“Then I guess I’d like to have you over,” you smiled. “Is tonight at seven a little too eager?”

“Not at all,” Aaron smiled, “I’ll see you then,”

When Aaron got back to the house Jack was waiting in the living room, slightly cowering under the blankets until Aaron came right up to him, moved the blankets away from his face and kissed his son on the cheek.

“Thank you,” he said. “But if you ever pull something like that again,” he warned.

“Grounded, yep, I understand,” Jack nodded, but he still had a faint smile on his lips knowing that he had done the right thing.

—

“Are you seriously gonna wear that?” Jack asked.

“What’s wrong with this?” Aaron wondered as he looked in the mirror, “I-It’s just a dress shirt and some slacks,”

“Okay, it’s your funeral,” the boy shrugged and Aaron rolled his eyes, something he found himself doing more and more the older his son got.

“Did you bike down to the florist and grab the flowers?” Aaron asked.

“Yep,” Jack nodded. “They’re on the table, wrapped and everything,”

“Perfect,” Aaron breathed. “Okay, wish me luck I guess,”

“Good luck,” Jack patted his dad’s back. “If you need me I will be in my room-,”

“Talking to your girlfriend?” Aaron raised a brow.

“N-No,” Jack shook his head, but it was evident that Aaron had caught him off guard.

“Tell her I say hi,” he chuckled and left his room, grabbing the flowers on the countertop and heading over to your house, knocking on the door.

When you opened the door you wore an apron over your clothes, a simple blouse and a nice pair of pants, a wide smile on your face.

“Hi Aaron, please come in,” you opened the door wider.

“These are for you, but I guess you probably figured that one out on your own,” he chuckled nervously.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “They’re gorgeous though, I’ll put them in a vase,”

You led Aaron further inside your home, inviting him to take a seat at the kitchen island while you finished up the last things for dinner.

“I can’t remember the last time I had actual good home cooked food and not something burnt or takeout,” Aaron told you. “So this will definitely be a treat,”

“Are you not quite the cook?” you asked.

“Well, I can be when I want to, but with my old job I never had time and now Jack’s old enough and he wants to learn to cook so he’s been taking a lot of the load and… well he’s not very good at it yet,” Aaron admitted and you laughed.

“What job did you have that was so busy you didn’t have time to cook?” she asked.

“I was a behavioural analyst and unit chief with the Behavioural Analysis Unit in the FBI,” he said. “So it took up most of my free time,”

“Wow, I’ve heard of the BAU,” you said. “I mean mostly in TV shows and a few times on the news, but it’s pretty prestigious right?”

“Yeah, something like that,” he nodded.

“What made you leave?” you asked, pulling out a pie from the oven.

Aaron tried to figure out the best way to word what he wanted to say and landed on,

“It just put my family in danger one too many times, so I thought it was best if Jack didn’t have to deal with any more trauma because of my work,”

“That’s very big of you. I can’t imagine, it must be hard leaving something you love,”

“It was, but Jack’s more important,”

“Of course,” you agreed. “And what do you do now?”

“I work at the Justice Department, as a prosecutor. I was a lawyer before the FBI, it just seemed to make sense to go back. What about you? What do you do?”

“I’m a writer, so mostly at home work,” you said.

“Would I have read any of your work?” Aaron asked.

“Possibly, but I write under a pen name so you probably wouldn’t have noticed it was me,” you chuckled. “I can pull out my series later if you want to have a look, but I think the food’s ready to eat,”

“I’d love to see it,” he nodded. “But I think you’re right, it can wait until after dinner,”

Conversation with you seemed to come so naturally for Aaron, you asked thought provoking questions and in return Aaron wanted to get to know all about you and your life.

“You know, I have to say, I’m actually really happy Jack said something,” you told him after you had eaten dinner and were now sitting on the couch, slowly munching away at a pumpkin pie you’d made. “Ever since you moved in I wanted to come up and talk to you, but I’m afraid my words come out a lot better on paper than out of my mouth,”

“Well, I was in the same boat,” he nodded. “I got pretty lucky with Jack’s mom and afterwards dating just wasn’t a priority so I must have forgotten how to do it,”

“I guess it makes for quite the story though,” you chuckled. “Set up by a fourteen-year-old,”

“Yeah, if any of my friends found out they would lose it,” Aaron chuckled into his glass before taking a sip of wine. “But on the other hand they’d probably slap me for not being able to get my head out of my ass and talk to a beautiful woman,”

“You flatter me,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm under the dim light illuminating the living room.

“Is it flattery if it’s the truth?” Aaron asked.

“And who says you don’t have any game,” you smiled, feeling yourself lean in a little further.

“Guess I still have a few tricks up my sleeve,” he whispered.

There was a small pause and a moment of silence before Aaron spoke up again.

“(Y/N), can I kiss you?”

“I think I’d like that,” you nodded and let your eyes flutter shut as you leaned in, letting his hand hold the back of your neck while he kissed you. His lips were soft but slightly chapped and you melted into his every touch, your breathing a little heavier once you pulled apart.

“Tell Jack I say thank you?” you asked with a small cheeky smile.

“I’ll tell him when he’s older, can’t let it get to his head,” he whispered with a slight scrunch of his nose. “But I think he already knows,”

You nodded your head and let yourself lean in once more, capturing his lips with yours. “Dinner at mine or yours next time?”

“Unless you want take out or a call to the fire department, maybe here,”

“I can deal with that,” you chuckled.

And if it meant you got the chance to date the man next door, really, you could deal with anything.

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[nuestraluzdelaluna]

I am so HAPPY that you are writing for Måneskin xx I would love a nsfw alphabet for Damiano😁

Damiano David NSFW Alphabet:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He always makes sure to make the both of feel the most comfortable possible. Making sure your body is clean, kissing any bruises that might have formed and pulling his shirt over your body. After that he will lay down and cuddle you close, talking about some things the both of you won’t even remember the next morning before falling asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Damiano likes his hair, likes to style it different ways and enjoys nothing more than the feeling of your fingers combing through it or tugging on it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to cum on your body, pulling out last minute and painting your skin with his cum. Loving to see you play with it afterwards, dragging a finger through it only to taste him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Pegging. Whenever he’s bratty it just means he misses the feeling of being full. He misses the feeling of you hands all over your body as you fuck him into oblivion.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He mostly knows what he’s doing. There are a lot of things the two of you experience with and then you both don’t really know what you are doing, but you will still make it work.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Depends on his mood that day.

If he’s feeling more subby he will want to let you ride him and take complete control over his pleasure.

If he’s more in a dom mood he will bend you over any surface of the house and make sure you’re trapped by his body.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is definitely goofy leading up to it, making sure to make you feel comfortable and besides that he knows exactly how sexy a smile can be. However during the moment he gets into a headspace that just simply doesn’t allow goofiness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

While he makes sure to not let the hair get ‘too’ long and trim every now and then, it’s not his main priority to shave every shower he takes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends, more than often he loves degrading you and fucking you roughly. But on other days he will just want to hold you in his arms, make love to you and tell you how much he adores you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Damiano doesn’t jerk off a lot just because there’s not really a need to. Whenever he is horny, which is quite often, he will just turn to you and get his satisfaction.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nipple play - he loves how you reacted to having his fingers play with your nipples. However it’s not only limited to you, he does not have a heart tattooed around his nipple for nothing. Run your tongue around his nipples and play with his piercing a little and he might just cum undone.

Dom/sub dynamics - that man is the definition of a switch and he loves nothing more than going from being completely in control to begging for your touch.

Sir/master - if he’s in a dom mood you don’t want to call him anything other than sir or master or you will regret it the whole night.

Degradation - something where his switch side comes out again, damiano love to call you his whore but only to have you call him a slut afterwards.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In private rooms and only in private rooms. However if it’s private he doesn’t care about the concrete location at all, wether he fucks you into the mattress or the two of you give the kitchen table a new purpose.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Pulling on his hair

Pulling in his collars/ necklaces

Putting necklaces around his neck and feeling your hands grace over his skin

Playing with his rings

Anything you do with his fingers in general

Kissing his chest

Wearing his clothes

Touching his skin so slightly he barely feels it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything in public is a no for him, your body is for you and him to enjoy only and no one, that the two of haven’t specifically chosen should be allowed to see what’s going on between the two of you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man will spend hours between your thighs just completely taking everything you have to offer. His tongue swirling around your clit as he uses his fingers to massage your g spot. However before a concert there’s nothing he enjoys more than to fuck your mouth and get all his adrenaline out, loving to see how your mascara tainted tears paint your cheeks black or how spit dribbles down your chin.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s almost only rough and fast, however damiano is still able to put so much passion and love into it. Making you feel loved as he fucks you into the mattress and calls you a whore.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like quickies, he needs to take his time with you. He needs to explore your body like it’s the first time over and over again besides that he needs time for all his teasing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Damiano will experiment with everything and every day. Everything you come up with he will try and vice versa, however he doesn’t really take that much risks. He is very private about his relationships and will not want to risk that anybody sees what’s only meant for the two of you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He lasts multiple rounds and with his sex drive he needs to, however the rounds aren’t the longest. But he makes up for it with the, what feels like, hours of teasing me

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He definitely does not shy away from toys at all. Whether that be a vibrator that you use on yourself as you send him teasing videos when he is away or a dildo that you will use to peg him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

BIGGEST tease out there. Damiano will spend hours between your thighs kissing and nibbling on your skin, sucking on your clit, teasing your slit with his fingertips and just when you’re about to cum he will get up and light himself a cigarette. However he likes to be teased as well and even if he acts like he doesn’t he loves to draw his own orgasms out as much as possible.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud, with him there is never a quiet second in the bedroom. Whether it’s dirty talk, which he’s a big fan of, or moaning. He’ll groan in your ear showing you how good you feel around him, or just full on let out high pitched moans as he’s cumming.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The hardest he has ever cum, was with your mouth wrapped around his dick as you took him to the back of your throat and your fingers in his ass. Massaging his prostate and deepthroating him at the same time has made cum in record speed.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is pretty much average (i’m talking italian average, google it ;) ). You definitely need to take some time to adjust to him every time over and over again.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive his really high, like i’m talking morning sex, staying in bed, going multiple rounds and doing the same again only hours later.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will fall asleep rather quickly. However not before making sure to either pull you into his arms or lay his head on your chest and enjoy the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair.

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