#i'll figure out if i should put it under a cut later

[atl4ntxc]

𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

protecting your boyfriend from being talked bad by random students. how does he react when he finds out?

RIDDLE ROSEHEART

“housewarden riddle is such a stuck-up. all he does is scream at us for not obeying the ridiculous amount of rules that the queen of hearts made!” you stopped walking and continued to hear into their conversation.

“if i was the queen, i'd definitely have him as my lap-dog! it would be so satisfying to look at his face that would be pleading for my forgiveness.” another student added, laughing at the comment that his friend made. you clenched your fists and side-eyed them from a far, the atmosphere suddenly growing tense.

you could feel your blood boiling as they continued to slander riddle's name. then, you waited until they walked in front of your figure. putting your hand on the student that called riddle a lap-dog, he turned around to be met by a fist.

“w-what the hell?!”

“what's your problem, dude?!”

“haven't punched someone for so long. feels good, doesn't it?” you cracked your knuckles and glared at them. “i may be magicless, but that doesn't mean i'm weak.” slowly walking towards the student that was on the floor, he backed away before being pulled by the hair by you. “talk about him like that again and i'll make sure that you won't only leave with a bruised cheek.”

at the end of the day, you were met with an outrageous riddle that walked his way towards you. “rose, why would you commit such heinous acts? you could've been hurt and i wouldn't of known until later on!” he scolded, inspected your hands and face for any cuts or forming bruises.

you stared at him and chuckled, “i couldn't stay quiet when i hear my lover's name get played like some dog's chew toy, could i?” riddle still had his eyebrows furrowed when he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. he looked away and kept quiet before speaking up.

“i appreciate it, my rose. next time, just— just don't act as violently as you did.”

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

to him, it wasn't unusual to hear people talk behind his back.

he was the second born after all, and is always compared to farena. it’s not like he cared, he was used to it anyway. to him, no matter how hard he tries, nobody would change the views that they have on him anyway. he was shocked to hear that his herbivore got into a fight under his name, and rushed towards the infirmary to see you.

“herbivore, what were you thinking?” he gently cupped your face, worriedly looking into your eyes. “they were talking bad about you, leona. i'm not the type to stay quiet whenever i hear people i care about get insulted.” you smiled and showed him your fist that was wrapped up in bandages, making his attention go to your fists instead of your face.

“plus, i only bruised my knuckles and gained a few cuts here and there. they're all in the same area though, so i'll be fine. you should worry about the others.” he could see that you were amused with yourself, making leona sigh and softly growled, “what did you do, anyway?” you closed your eyes and grinned, “i only punched them both in their jaw. nothing too serious! only one of them got a dislocated jaw.” leona can't help but let out an amused laugh, proud of you.

“i'm glad that you're not hurt, herbivore. i'm proud of you for winning the fight, but don't injure yourself for me. now move over, i want to sleep.”

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

usually, he'd have the leech twins take care of people who talked bad about him. but today was different, because this time it involved you.

“hey boss! you have to guess what shrimpy did today!” floyd opened azul's door with a loud bang, his sharp teeth showing in his smile. azul's head snapped up once he heard your name, well... ‘shrimpy’, curious to what floyd had to say. “what happened to the prefect?”

jade, who was behind floyd, chuckled and brought a gloved hand under his chin, a sadistic smile present on his face. “they punched a student for talking bad about you.” floyd whined and looked at jade with an offended look, as if jade insulted him. azul looked at the twins in horror and quickly stood up, his chair falling to the floor. “what?!”

floyd grumbled and stared boredly at azul. “shrimpy beat up a guy for you, boss. you should thank shrimpy for their kind acts, you know! they let me squeeze that guy too~” azul could only turn his head towards a now grinning floyd, annoyed. “where are they now?” jade laughed and pointed towards a vacant table at monstro lounge, who had only one customer attending at said table.

azul rushed and quickly went to the table to see you with your phone out. “dear, are you hurt?” he grabbed your hand and checked for any present or forming injuries, making you gently smile at him. “not at all.”

“please leave all the violent stuff to the leech twins. i wouldn't want you getting hurt because of me.”

KALIM AL-ASIM

why would anyone talk bad about kalim? it was clear to you that the reason that this student talked bad about kalim was because of one reason, envy.

kalim is a sweetheart. but each person, no matter how loved they are, there will always be one person that dislikes them— no matter how kind they are. they would highlight the bad doings of the person they are envious of, instead of their rights.

“kalim is too naive for his own good. he’d be quite easy to manipulate, don’t you think?” you kept quiet as you walked beside the student that decided to change the topic from something irrelevant to kalim; who was your boyfriend. “i mean, if i told him to go against a wild and rabid dog, he’d probably say that every dog is nice and try to approach it!” he laughed.

is he serious? talking about your boyfriend when every single student of nrc knows of how protective you could be of kalim. “don’t talk about kalim like that.” you quietly spoke, glaring at him from the corner of your eye. “you’d rather side your boyfriend than side by your friend?” he asked, grabbing onto your wrist.

“we were never friends to begin with. who even are you?” you scoffed, harshly pulling your wrist away from him. “keep your hands to yourself— i don’t need your filth.” your voice sounded sharp, making the student sweatdrop. turning your figure around, your eyes spotted kalim in the distance— who was making his way to you. “next time, learn how to keep your mouth shut.”

you told what happened to kalim, and he could only sweatdrop and smile nervously at you.

“are you okay though? i wouldn’t want you to get insulted as well :(”

VIL SCHOENHEIT

vil knew that some didn’t like him. but does he care? no. he’s a model, a famous and widely known model across twisted wonderland. everyone knows that when you get into modelling, you would have haters and fans.

“vil thinks he’s all that when really, he isn’t. could you imagine being so obsessed with beauty that you force other people to follow your routine?” a student said, catching your eye. you could agree, vil does tend to be strict about beauty but that student doesn’t need to describe him like that. “strip away his beauty and let’s see how he reacts.” the student laughed along with their friend, slapping his friend’s shoulder in the process.

“i bet he’s worth nothing if he didn’t have beauty. people wouldn’t even look at him!”

vil rushed to the scene, shocked to see his potato in a quarell. out of all people in nrc, he couldn’t imagine his sweet potato getting into a fight with... his own dorm members? “potato! what is the meaning of this?” you looked at vil to see his worried face (and obviously graying hair that is bcs of you), and glared at the student from the corner of your eye that was holding his stinging cheek. “they slapped me! i didn’t do anything!”

“you couldn’t control your mouth, could you? and the same was for me, i couldn’t control my actions.” vil furrowed his eyebrows and looked between you and the student, slowly regaining information of what was happening. “so it all started because of you?” vil scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, squinting his eyes at his dorm member. “i am greatly disappointed. i will require a full fledged explanation from you at the dorm. don’t think that you will get away without punishment.”

the student let out a huff of breath and closed his eyes in surrender, “yes, housewarden...” vil now turns to you, “and you, potato, i want an explanation too.” you looked at him and nodded, knowing he wouldn’t do anything anyway.

“so that’s what happened... potato, i appreciate the concern— but putting yourself in potential danger is irresponsible. i would say that ignoring them is better— but i will never understand your ways.”

IDIA SHROUD

idia wasn’t a social person at all. only God knows how he pulled you, because surely nobody does. it was clear to everyone that no matter how cold you could be, he was your one weak spot.

“that ignihyde housewarden? idia, yeah— he’s such a freak.. how did he manage to date the ramshackle prefect anyway? is the prefect blind or just stupid?” now, insulting you was one thing, but insulting your boyfriend?.. that’s too far, even for you. idia wasn’t a freak, he was just less sociable than others. what he said made your blood boil, and it raised your temper to the core.

you kicked the back of the student’s knee and made him kneel, a shadow resting on your face. your hand moved over to grab him harshly by the hair, forcing him to look at you in the eye. “not only did you insult me, you insulted idia as well. you think you’re higher than me just because you have magic?” the way that venom dripped down your voice made the student in front of you quiver in nervousness, his eyes glinting in fear. “prefect! what do you think you're doing?! to the headmaster's office!”

you turned your head to look at the source of the voice to find Crewel with his hands on his hips. scoffing, you let go of the student and found strands of hair on your palm. it disgusted you, making you immediately remove the strands. “i'm sure you would love to know the full story, sir.” your eyes moved to look at the student that gulped, making crewel raise his eyebrows. “both of you, headmaster's office. now.” your lips curled into a thin smile.

“it was just detention for a month, idia.” staring at idia, who had his eyes wide open. he knew of your violent behaviour from ortho, and rechecked the security cameras to make sure it was you. “s-still! what if you got hurt because of me?” idia quietly voiced out, concern visible on his face. he looked quite adorable, making you laugh out a little. “don't be silly. it'll be worth it in the end, won't it?”

“im used to being called a freak... you don't need to endanger yourself for me,”

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus was quite sensitive to the topic of relationships, mostly platonically. so, this person knew what to rub into the wound of malleus, making you scowl.

“nobody actually likes malleus, that's why he is never invited to any gatherings!” your eyes squinted to glare at the student in front of you, who was laughing. the student stopped laughing to huff out a “you don't actually like— 'love' him do you?” , making a vein of yours pop. this guy was truly getting on your nerves. is he asking for a deathwish?

“i'd prefer it if you avoid talking about my personal feelings for others—” the student jabbed you with his index finger at your chest and scoffed in your face, making you grumble in silent anger. “wait, don't tell me you've actually fallen for that dragon?” he retreated his finger and huffed out a laugh. “hah, that's quite pathetic!”

you grabbed his wrist. “what the— let go!” the hold you had on the student's wrist made him whimper in pain, begging you to let go. “speak of malleus like that again and i'll break your wrist.” you tightened the grip making the student's eyes water, before releasing his wrist and turning around to face the opposite side.

“child of man, i heard that a student was injured because of you. did he provoke you?” malleus questions, curiousity written on his face. your eyes moved from his hands to his face, letting a gentle smile decorate your features before answering his question with a soft tone. “tsunataro, he was being disrespectful. i couldn't of stood silent as your name get slandered, could i?” he smiles.

“oh, how lucky i am to meet you. you are too precious, child of man.. but don't risk your safety for me.”

#twst wonderland #disney twst #twst x reader #twst fluff #twisted wonderland leona #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #twst azul #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #kalim al asim #kalim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #twst vil #idia x reader #twst idia #idia shroud #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #twst malleus

[lovelylivewirez]

Figured I should post this on it's own since @au-sonic-smackdown has already begun (but I kept forgetting so... a few days later it is lmao)

I'll take this as a chance to ramble a little about this AU as well- putting under the cut tho bc it's gonna get a bit long and is probably a bit disjointed lol

So Sonic in this AU is immortal, right? He's like a demigod kinda. But so are Shadow and Tails (Shadow being the Ultimate Lifeform and Tails being a kitsune). They live far into the future, long enough to meet Silver as a child and see him grow, and will live far longer still.

Sonic is a nomad and lives anywhere as long as it's off the grid. He doesn't like other people knowing of his immortality out of fear that it will be exploited somehow. Eggman Nega would eventually prove that fear true, and some of his scars are from encounters with him.

(Some scars are from his childhood, but the prominent one running down his torso and the one in his ear, as well as a few other big ones covered by bandages, are relatively recent. They're indicative of some of the ways he has died before, if you're willing to take a guess.)

Shadow has taken over the role as Mobius' current hero, at least in the eyes of the public, but Sonic has remained a hero of legend. Silver also does his fair share of hero-ing, too, and is constantly chasing after Nega and foiling his plans with Shadow's help. Sonic will come in and help often, but leaves just as quickly as he came, often remaining unseen.

Meanwhile, Tails uses his kitsune powers to appear as a regular fox and hide his status as immortal. He poses as a local mechanic in Onyx City (the city from Archie Sonic Universe's Silver Age arc, but like. A good future instead of a dystopia) and helps Shadow and Silver covertly with his advanced tech.

When he's not saving the world from impending doom, Sonic either wanders the world to find places to nap in, hangs out with Tails or Shadow, or is hunted down by Nega.

Sonic's immortality allows him to regenerate and come back whenever he dies. The Chaos Energy inside of him won't let him die, he just heals and comes back, but it often leaves a scar, especially if the injury is severe. It's left him with chronic pain and fatigue. He uses a cane he carved himself out of a stick, unless in werehog form, where he just walks on all fours instead.

As a werehog, he's extremely irritable and pretty feral, but since he can control when he transforms most of the time (except new moons), he avoids transforming unless the boost in strength is absolutely necessary.

He's gotten pretty attached to lots of old things that remind him of his friends. Even if those things have started to decay, he hoards them in secret burrows across the world and refuses to let them go. His memory is not the greatest and has gotten worse as he aged, so he holds onto things that remind him of his late friends to ensure they live on in some way.

Anyways, that's all I have for now. Go vote for your favorite Sonic in the smackdown!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the werehog #sonic au #old man sonic au #☆my art☆

[luimagines]

Can I request the chains or readers reaction to a massage please??

Sure thing! I had a debate on whether this should be scenario of headcanon, but I figured since I've mentioned this in headcanons before, I'll write it out. :D

Masterlist

Part 1 will include Twilight, Wild and Four.

Content under the cut!

Twilight

You watched as Twilight hauled another heavy pack onto Epona. You saw him wince and rub his neck, trying to get to his upper back.

Your heart ached for him at the sight. He looked pained but kept it silent.

You stood up and walked over to him with a frown on your face. You wanted to count your lucky stars that it was morning so he wasn't wearing his armor or layers. Then again- that didn't really help him now, did it? The day has literally just started and he's already in pain? Unacceptable.

You put a hand on his shoulder. He jumps at the contact, not having heard you coming. He relaxes when he sees you and smiles, putting his hand down as if everything is fine. "Good morning. Did you need something?"

"Are you ok?" You say quietly, not wanting to attract any attention to yourselves. "That looked like it hurt."

Twilight pauses and flushes slightly. "N-no, that's not it. I think I pulled something in my sleep. Nothing too bad, I just-"

"Do you want help with that?" You offer. Because really, it would be hard for him to move if he's got a muscle locked up. If you were attacked later today it would be worse for him. You can't even begin to imagine what would happen to him in that state if he was Wolfie. You don't want to think about it.

Twilight flushes a dark color. "...H..How?"

You also begin to blush but move behind him. "Don't make it weird. How else am I going to do it?"

You press your thumbs into his back and begin to knead behind his shoulder blade. You can actually feel the knot behind it. Poor Twilight. It must really hurt.

Twilight lets out a choked sound as the other half of him tenses up. You run your hand over the spot again and he strangles a moan to stay where it belongs.

You giggle and keep at it. Twilight has to fight to keep the sounds at bay. You poke his ear from behind with your free hand. "Feel good?"

"Yes, thank you." He says quietly, horrified but what he just did. "It feels a lot better."

"Good."

Wild

"Oh for the love of-!" Wild nearly curses, dropping the arrow he had knocked onto his bow.

Your attention snaps to him in an instant. "Everything good?"

Wild doesn't hear you. He doesn't even bother to pick up his arrow. His attention is solely on his forearm. Wild presses harshly onto a spot and makes a pained face.

You stand up and make your way over to him. "Pull something?"

"I don't know how." He hisses, running his thumb along the length of his forearm. He struggles for a moment but takes off his layers in frustration, throwing them to the ground non to gently.

"Easy." You take his hand and pull his arm towards you. "No need to get upset. Does it hurt that bad?"

You press your fingers along the side of the spot he was paying attention to, ease the area softly.

Wild winces but lets you do as you please. His other hand lands on his hip. "I don't know how I did it. I just woke up and it hurt to move."

"I don't remember you doing anything yesterday that would have caused this." You say softly, trying to diffuse his energy.

Wild flinches when you pass over the sore spot once more. You begin to move up his arm, going as high as his shirt will allow. Wild bites at his lip, but eventually his other hand drops as well. He takes a breath and his shoulders sag. "...Its been a few days actually."

You pause and give him a deadpanned look.

He flinch, but not from your touch. "I know, I know. I thought it would go away but it only got worse. Now I can't even shoot my bow straight."

"What on earth am I going to do with you?" You shake your head and click your tongue. You don't say anything else, opting to keep massaging his forearm, eventually moving to his bicep to help ease the tension in his arm.

Wild also falls silent, letting you work for a while. He doesn't fight you, he doesn't try to stop you. Neither of you know why you simply started doing this, but you don't feel like stopping and it's helping Wild more than he wants to admit.

Eventually you stop, moving his sleeve down and patting his shoulder. You're done. "Feel better?"

"Yes." He whispers, bending to pick up the gauntlets he had thrown down earlier. "Thank you."

"Anytime."

Four

Four rolled his shoulders for what to be the nth time this hour. He winces and pulled his arms back. Sure it puffed up his chest but you were certain that wasn't his actual intention.

You walked over to him and poked his arm, sitting next to him. "You've done that like ten times already. Everything alright?"

Four winces and shakes his head. "I think I pulled something earlier today. But for the life of me, I can't figure out what I did. It just hurts."

"Do you want help with that?" You offer, sitting beside him. "Does this happen often?"

Four shakes his head again. "I'm pretty good at keeping up with my stretches and forge work doesn't leave much to be desired when I have to switch over to the whole hero thing- which leaves me only more confused."

"Maybe you slept wrong?"

"Maybe." Four rolls his shoulders again. "Man, this sucks. What on earth did I do?"

"Let me help." You poke his arm again. "Turn around."

"I don't see how you're going to help me. There's only so much you can do." Four does as you say anything, not thinking twice about it.

You put your hands on his shoulders and begin to knead. Gently at first. Four hisses and you can see him flinch from behind but he doesn't voice any complaints. "If I'm too rough, you have to tell me ok?

"I doubt you would even be able to- mmm!!" Four hisses again and you can feel him arch with the way you press your thumb behind his shoulder blade. "There. You found it. Right there."

You chuckle and focus on putting the nerves and muscles back into place. "You were saying?"

Four tilts his head. "What was I say? I already forgot."

"Then don't expect me to remind you." You grin, happy that he's finding some relief after all this time.

"That is.. perfectly fine by me." Four sighs, relaxing under your touch. "You're pretty good at this."

"Thank you." You keep at it a little while longer before you pull back and pat his shoulder. "Did that help?"

"Tremendously."

"Great!"

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #these might be a bit shorter than all the others though #i hope that's ok #otherwise i'd fear that it would be get a bit repetitive

[azulock]

Day seven, over the halfway mark! The theme for both Nagi drabbles ended up being Nagi having to make an effort for once, which, he should you know.

summary. when the day to put together the Christmas Tree has finally come, a day you love but Nagi really doesn't. Though, when disaster strikes he has to step up to the job himself - least he lets you down, and seeing you sad would be the true hassle

pairing. Nagi Seishiro x Reader

wordcount. 824 words

7. Decorating the Tree - Nagi Seishiro

As Nagi traversed the snowy streets back to your shared apartment, he couldn't help feeling tired and annoyed by the whole ordeal you'd just made him go through. Though, he felt even more tired when he thought of what was still to come.

Today was the day you'd be putting up the Christmas Tree - which meant, he'd have to help you. This alone was bad enough, it would be an annoying task requiring a delicate hand. Still, he loved you, so he'd do it. But when you pulled out the tree lights that morning, you discovered they didn't work. Naturally, it fell to Nagi to buy new ones.

It was an annoying task - treading the snow to the store and back - but at least it was done. Maybe he could use this to bargain his way out of putting up the tree, or at least lessen his work load. Though, the minute he stepped inside, he realized he had bigger problems.

Sure, when you woke up that morning you were a little weird, had a bit of a headache, but the sight before him now definitely worse. You were laid on the couch, curled up under the covers, despite the heating being on. Closing the door, Nagi called for you, and when you didn't answer he felt really worried. Rushing to your side, he dropped his bags and kneeled down in front of you.

"Sei, I was waiting for you, we can put up the tree now," your voice was weak, softer than usual, you tried to sit up when you saw him, but Nagi held your shoulders with both hands and pushed you back down.

"You are sick, you should stay laying down," he muttered, taking one hand to your forehead and realizing it was hot, "and I think you got a fever, the tree can wait."

"But my family will be passing by tomorrow, I wanted to have the tree up by then. This is just a cold, I can take some meds and power through," you protested, trying to mask a yawn and push yourself up, but Nagi still kept you down.

You struggled against him a bit, but when you realized he was much too strong - and wasn't going to bulge - you resorted to throwing him a pout. Usually it would work, but not really this time. Still, you were very stubborn, at times terribly so, and despite how much of a hassle it was to go against your wishes, he had to do it this time. With a loud sigh, you made to protest again, but Nagi cut you off.

"I'll get you some meds, and if you get better later we can do the tree, okay?"

"Okay," you grumbled, pouting again.

This at least bought him time, and Nagi moved to find the meds, bringing one to you with a glass of water. You drank, and he sat down to keep an eye on you, and though you were still mumbling about what you needed to do, you quickly fell asleep. Looking at you now, he couldn't help but feel bad, and when he glanced at the bare tree sitting by the window, he felt even worse.

You really cared about that thing, and there he was, wishing he could get out of helping you. And now you were in no condition to decorate the tree, and he knew you'd be really sad if it was still bare when your family came by tomorrow. Though, if you did anything but rest today, you'd probably still be fucked up tomorrow. Ah shit, he'd have to decorate that thing himself, wouldn't him?

Nagi spent the next three hours trying to sort all the decorations and figure out how to do a halfway decent job - with you, it would have taken less than one. Looking at it now, he couldn't say it was the best tree in the world, but it would have to do. Or so he hoped. But he had little time to think on that, as just as he finished turning the lights on, you woke up.

"Nagi?" Came your soft voice, making him turn around in surprise. "How long did I sleep?"

"Around three hours."

"You," there was a pause as you looked between him and the tree, "you did this yourself?"

"You needed to rest," he shrugged. " 's not as good as yours would be, I knew you'd be sad without the tree."

There was a moment of silence between you, and Nagi felt a strange discomfort settle in as he worried about having done that bad of a job. But then you got up, taking the short steps towards him before he could stop you, and then bringing him into an embrace.

"It's great, thank you," and he let himself accept the compliment, because he always let you get your way, and it would be a hassle to do anything other than hugging you back.

shout out to: @fivenightsatwhoreville @minarinnn @loser-vxbez @pinksodacan

#nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #nagi seishiro #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue christmas event

[thought--bubble]

There is Still Hope ... Isn't There? Pt 3

Tom Bennett X (Best Friend's Sister Reader)

Warnings after the cut

There is Still Hope Masterlist

Tom Bennett Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Banners by @arcielee

Warnings:: Innuendo, Jealousy, Alcohol use, Tom's cocky smile.

You buzz around the flat cleaning the kitchen, the parlor, and anything else that looks even slightly disheveled.

When you spot Tom's rucksack on the floor by the sofa, an idea comes into your head. "He needs somewhere to keep his things." You ponder out loud.

You move to the closet in the parlor and pull out your father's old trunk,softly running your hands over the lid.

It's a big thick trunk with leather reinforced corners. You lift the heavy lid and see there are only a few things inside. Your fathers uniform, including hat and boots. Some old newspapers and the scarf he had given your mother on their first date.

You pull the items out one by one, making a small pile, and then scoop them up in your arms, bringing them to your room.

You wanted to let Tom use the trunk, but you couldn't stand the thought of these things just sitting in a messy pile in the downstairs closet. Instead, you wrap the scarf around your headboard. Place the newspapers in a pile on top of your dresser and hang your fathers uniform in your closet, placing his hat on the post of the footboard of your bed, and his boots under the hanging uniform. It felt good to have pieces of your parents with you, and you sit and stare at the two items added to your bed for a moment before returning to your work downstairs.

You drag the large trunk from the closet into the parlor placing it in front of the lounge chair as if to use it as a foot rest, you lift Tom's rucksack and place it gently inside Next taking the blanket and pillow he left haphazardly on the sofa, folding the blanket and placing them both in the trunk and closing the lid.

You look around proudly at the flat. Everything is clean and organized, not a single item out of place. As you move back towards the kitchen, the door opens quietly, and Tom pokes his head in.

"Hey ya decent?" He chuckles

You give him an annoyed look "Course I am, I'm downstairs!"

He has his signature cheeky grin plastered across his face as he enters the kitchen.

"How did it go then?" You question with your hands on your hips.

"Uhhhh... well, it's ...... going...." he scratches the back of his neck as his eyes dart around the room.

You sigh "Well it isn't easy out there, so don't get too worked up"

"You off to work soon then, yeah?" He changes the subject, and you let him not wanting to continue asking him for fear that it could make the situation uncomfortable.

"Yeah." You look up at the clock on the wall, "Leave in about 2 hours"

"Mind if I join ya?"

You glance at him sideways. "At work?"

"You work at a pub. I could use a drink. figured if i'm gonna go, I should walk ya. " He shrugs."I'm gonna lay down a bit. Just wake me up when you are ready to leave"

"Oh!" You dash passed him into the parlor excited to show him your fathers trunk.

His eyes follow you, and he smiles. "What you got there?"

"This was my fathers trunk." You gently slide your hands along the top of the leatherbound trunk. "I put your things and the blanket and pillow in here, for storage"

"Oh, kid, I can't use your dads trunk." He sits down on the sofa and gently touches the top of the trunk. "His things belong in there, not mine."

"His things were just rotting away in the closet. Now they are upstairs with me. He liked you he wouldn't mind you using his trunk. " You stand back up."Now take your nap, I'll come get you"

"He only liked me because I was still young last time he was here." He lays back on the sofa and puts his arms behind his head. "I wasn't a disaster yet"

You huff. "He would like you all the same, just like mum did"

He closes his eyes and lays back with a smile on his face.

A few hours later, you are all dressed and ready to head to the pub, so you walk into the parlor and gently nudge his shoulder.

"Tom," you say hushed. "I'm off to work now"

"Alright," He grunts and stretches a big smile on his face. "Time for a pint, then?"

"Make sure you tip," you smirk as you step back, allowing him to stand up from the sofa.

"I can give you a tip." He wiggles his eyebrows, and you gasp. "Oh, lighten up, kid, i'm jokin"

You clear your throat and walk toward the kitchen, quickly snatching your bag up into your arms.

"Alright, that was not a good joke. I just woke up don't hold it against me yeah? When did you start getting tips anyway?"

You smile with a haughty grin "The blokes like to tip me"

He lifts his eyebrows and chuckles "I am sure they do" He rubs at his chin with a sly smile on his face.

You give him the side eye. "Tom Bennet..... what should be done about you?"

"i'm sure there are lots of people with opinions on that love." He chuckles as he straightens out his clothes and follows you out the door.

The pub isn't far from your flat. You and Tom walk shoulder to shoulder, chatting about him and Josh as teenagers the whole way.

Once you arrive, the pub is already busy. You slide behind the counter, saying a quick hello to your coworker Sarah as you take off your jacket and hang it up.

"I'll have a pint, then love," Tom says to Sarah with his usually cheeky grin. Sarah blushes and moves to get him his pint as you roll your eyes.

"You ok, kid?" he questions as he watches you clean down the counter.

"Fine Tom." Your tone is curt, and he recognizes that right away.

"You sure about that?" He tilts his head to the side.

"Yes....." You keep doing your work without looking up at him.

As Sarah brings him his pint, he starts to lay his charm on thick, and your mouth suddenly feels like it is full of sawdust.

Luckily, one of your regulars, Mark is down the other end of the bar and calls you over, giving you an excuse to escape Sarah and Tom's banter as it heats up.

"Hey doll, may I have a pint?" Mark says in his usual flirty tone.

"Of course." You smile towards him shyly. You always play this little game with Mark, and at the end of every night without fail, he throws you a few extra coin.

As you return to pour Mark's pint, the banter between Sarah and Tom has stopped.

"You strike out that fast?" You chuckle with a small smile.

"Who is that?" He ignores your question and gestures toward Mark at the end of the bar.

"Just a regular customer." You fill Mark's pint glass and look up at Tom whose eyes have not left Mark.

"He's harmless." You continue not understanding why you feel the need to explain your interaction with Mark, but something in your mind is prompting you to do so.

"Harmless? ..... that why you make the eyes at him?" He taps his fingers against his glass.

"If I'm sweet to him, he is more generous"

You glide down the bar and drop the pint off to mark leaning on the counter and smiling at him as he tells you about his day complimenting your appearance after each tale. You spend so much time chatting with Mark that you don't even realize that Tom's one pint turned into 4 until he stumbles down to your end of the bar.

"Why don't you leave the kid alone now, yeah? You been chatting her ear off all night. I'm sure she is sick of that whiney voice of yours by now, " Tom slurs as he drops himself on the stool beside Mark.

Mark's face starts to turn red, and his eyebrows furrow. "You are?"

"Tom Bennet" He says unbothered.

"Well Tom Bennet, this lass and I are good friends i'm sure if my talkin was botherin her she woulda let me know by now" You can sense the irritation in each of Mark's words as he says them and internally cringe. If there was anything in the entire world that you could think of that Tom was bad at, it was de-escalation. No, Tom only ever made situations like these worse.

"Kid, when is your shift over? I'm ready to head out. " Tom completely ignores Mark's response.

"I still have another hour but you can head out, you don't have to wait for me" You are hoping Tom would take you up on this and leave while Mark is still relatively calm but you had a feeling he wasn't going to do that.

"No, that's nuff time for another pint!" He smiles widely at you, his eyelids half closed.

"Maybe you should pack it in mate." Mark slightly nods his head toward Tom, his tone condescending. Your eyes go wide, and you hold your breath. Your thoughts move quickly trying to think of a way to stop this banter from turning into something else but in true Tom fashion he is up and off his stool so quickly and standing over Mark that there was no chance that you could intervene successfully.

Tom stands slightly over Mark, looking down his nose at him.

"Don't think I will, cheers for the concern though"

Tom's stance fills you with nerves, even intoxicated Tom doesn't stand down from anyone. He has his hands clasped in front of him his shoulders slightly back and broad. His upper lip is flipped slightly upwards as if he is sneering.

You look at Mark with pleading eyes, hoping that he could make a rational decision since it was so painfully obvious that the smart decision was not going to come from Tom.

Mark sees the look you give him and slightly nods his head, picking up his pint glass off the bar. "I'll leave you to it then, mate." He turns towards the open dining area in the pub and sits at a table with some other local patrons.

"Tom!" You whisper with force. "You can not act like that! I work here!"

He plops back down onto his barstool. "I don't have any idea what you're on about kid,"

You huff. "I have less than an hour left. Do you think you can behave yourself that long?" Your frustration is evident, but it seems Tom finds that fact amusing.

"Course love, best behavior, promise." He does a sarcastic salute towards you and grins as if satisfied with what he has achieved. You can't help but roll your eyes as you return to your work.

"Less than one hour," you mumble to yourself under your breath.

You avoid Tom like the plague for the rest of your shift, wanting him to sober up a bit so you could properly chastise him for his earlier actions.

Once your shift ends, you throw your jacket over your shoulders and finally return to Tom.

"I'm heading home now." You half expect him to want to stay at the pub and find himself some company the way he had so many times before. Instead, he gets up and follows you back onto the cold street, wrapping an arm around the tops of your shoulders and leaning on you heavily.

"You think Josh will be upset when I show up home like this?" He laughs loudly.

You just chuckle and continue walking, holding his arm that is on you attempting to help him walk in a straight line.

"You know, kid, you really have grown up. You look...... well, you look like something else. " He nuzzles his face into your cheek and stumbles, almost taking you down with him.

"Walk Tom," you order him as he sighs.

"You smell good," He continues as he attempts to walk straighter.

The blush rises to your cheeks as you stay silent, even though your legs start to shake you desperately attempt to keep your composure.

"Your body has..... changed. " He briefly grazes the outline of your waist with his hand.

You see your flat coming closer and closer with each step you take and start to feel a bit of relief. You have always wanted Tom to see you as a woman, and now when he is telling you he does, your brain completely shuts down.

As you near the stoop, he stops you. "Wait, gotta smoke first," he fishes about his pockets looking for his smokes.

"Well, I don't smoke, I'll meet you inside." You are desperate to make a hasty exit so you can have a moment to process the events of the night.

"Nooo," He groans as he tugs you toward him by the waist, pulling you up against him. "Stay here," He nearly whispers as he brings his face down towards yours.

As he moves closer and his lips mere centimeters from yours, a mix of beer and cigarettes on his breath, you hear the flat door swing open, and Josh's voice calls out, asking if that is you out there.

Tom practically leaps back from your body as if you were burning him alive, dampening the emotions that were beginning to rise in you.

"Yeah, Josh, it's me." You grumble, making your way up the stoop and into the flat, leaving Tom out on the sidewalk.

Once the door closes, he lights his cigarette and takes a drag before he starts to mutter to himself.

"Dammit Tom, what have you gone and done now?"

Part 4

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[fob4ever]

patrick stump & neal avron on tape notes podcast (12.15.23)

songwriting stuff, demos, lyric process, a bunch of things! they talk about the songs lftos, heaven iowa and smfsd.

long summary under the cut!

talked about how they sat outside “emo” because they leaned more towards hiphop/rnb, but also how they didn’t fit in the “pop” genre too and how they would be put on pop shows and “comparatively it was like slayer was playing” lmao “but we’re still a pop band!”

they experimented with reggae and 90s shoegaze and hardcore during the pandemic

they recorded most of stardust together in neal’s house :D at the beginning it was mostly just neal and patrick working together, at the end of the day everybody would come in to listen

patrick said he got “kinda obsessed” with streamlining pete’s lyrics in the chorus over the past few albums: “pete is very wordy. he has all these ideas that take up a lot of space.” and that their manager sat him down at lunch and said “don't do that. you guys used to ramble. why don't you ramble?” and lftos was the first song patrick put together after that convo

lftos writing process: patrick followed what he was feeling, and most of what he did in that song were things that years spent working in pop music had scared him off on doing.

the “every lover's got a little dagger in their hand” lyric tied it all together for patrick: “[i was] singing that line and EAGERLY emailing neal: listen to this!”

they play a little of the lftos demo (16:55). it's wild. VERY guitar-forward

“neal and i lost most of the demos for [folie a deux].” the burning of the library of alexandria. to me

talks about how the folie demos were infinitely stranger than the final versions, “psychedelic at times”

for stardust, they didn't really keep much of the demo stuff- patrick: “and my demos are pretty decent!”

lftos piano demo (21:35)

patrick: i want some drama. when i look back at our records, our best ones start off with a sense of melodrama

they play individual parts of the lftos instrumentation (31:25), andy's drums, pete's bass, joe's guitar. <3

bridges are patrick's favorite thing to write, because he just gets to play

patrick: "pete doesn't even send lyrics in lyric-form, he just sends words. and it's interesting when you see it- it's almost like one-liner after one-liner. and i'll just get an email of those, and then you kinda have to figure out what thematically goes together, what feels like the same song. but then i also try to keep lyrics together as much as possible, because i feel he's in a place where it does feel like one thought."

"when i read it, there's almost a passive thing where i just imagine what it sounds like to me. and [the lyrics for heaven, iowa] scared me a lot, because it felt kind of sparse, and i don't really like sparse- i don't really like singing by myself. [...] i don't like being so front and center, and i could tell that there was something really intimate about this song, and it was a big challenge for me."

everybody immediately went for the heaven, iowa demo- it's from the first stardust session and it took the longest to complete because patrick wasn't satisfied with just his voice over keys- "it was too naked."

patrick doesn't ask pete about lyrics because: "first off, he will not explain things. but second off, i think there is something to that. where i'll read his lyrics, and i'll interpret it one way, and years later i'll realize it's another way. there's so many double entendres that i've only gotten decades later, i'll be singing and go, 'OH it's a sex thing.'"

patrick really attaches to the story of a lyric, the craft of it, and then years later he'll be like "oh that was a HEAVY lyric. [and] pete must have felt that thing! i don't really question it when i'm writing- it's kindof unfair on him, like, should i check on him?"

heaven iowa instrumental demo/instruments isolated (53:30)

patrick would tell joe to "go nuts" on heaven, iowa!

neal talks about the ambient guitar pedal joe plays during heaven iowa and how it worked really well. patrick says this was the kind of thing that saved (the song).

patrick and andy double drummed at the same time in the studio for heaven iowa! <3

pete told joe to go "full slash" at the end of heaven iowa : )

patrick almost didn't send out the demo for the title track, smfsd! he was almost sure no one was going to like it, even though he liked it. but he sent it out, and it "kept surviving"

both patrick and neal brushed smfsd off because they assumed they "couldn't do that", but pete really pushed for it, which surprised patrick.

so much for stardust demo (1:25:07) patrick plays drums on it, sloppily. which he freely admits to lol. it is quite sloppy indeed

patrick: "i'm a drummer too, but andy and i are very different drummers. and it's very cool translating our things between each other, because he comes from metal (...) and i'm more a funk drummer."

lotsa joe layering in heaven iowa and smfsd : )

it was patrick's idea to do a lyrical callback in lftos/smfsd, and pete was hesitant about it. but patrick pushed for it, becasuse it made sense as "story beats"- "it's like 'empire strikes back'!"

patrick doesn't like to putz around the studio that much, he just wants to be recording something.

patrick: "my routine [during the writing of the album] was just to make it to the studio as on time as i can be- i have adhd, it's very difficult- but i'd be there within 10-15 minutes of when i was supposed to be there, and then we'd just work through it."

patrick's advice: FROM ELTON JOHN: when you find your producer that understands you, stick with them. patrick: "and that was on a record we didn't do with neal, and i remember thinking [makes unsure noises]..." also prioritize in the short-term, what's important. take a step back.

neal's advice: if music is your passion, do it, and do it all the time

patrick was afraid people wouldn't like him "rambling" in songs, even though it was honest and natural to him. he was terrified of doing it again, thinking people wouldn't like it. but people did! "don't subvert yourself too much."

the host asks for them to choose a stardust song to close out the podcast, and patrick chooses what a time to be alive :)

the end

#recap #: 3 #i missed doing these #there's also a bunch of technical music stuff they talked about that i didn't put in here because i don't understand <3 love and light

[tinknevertalks]

Roll up! Roll up! It's that time of year again: the nights are longer, it's all feeling colder, and the shops are all trying to sell you stuff. But here in the Sanctuary side of fandom, it's the start of the festive fic exchange!

Do you like writing fic?

Do you like reading fic?

Do you like putting unnecessary stress on yourself to make a wonderful gift for someone, just to have half of the fandom turn around and say, "Aaaaaaah, that's exactly what I needed to read right now?"*

Then this is the fic exchange for you! Today's post is the sign up post. Under the cut will be a list of questions. All you have to do is send me either a DM or an ask with your completed questionnaire then wait for your match!

Schedule!

Sign up: 21st Nov - 5th Dec

Matches sent out by 7th Dec

Touching base post: 20th Dec**

Collection open for posting: 26th Dec

Collection reveal: 31st Dec

This is open to anyone in the Sanctuary fandom, regardless of character/shipping preferences. When it comes to fic length, the minimum is 300 words. I don't really wanna give a max (because I know how the muse can get sometimes), but if we cap it around the 2k words mark that should be cool.***

I'll be posting a link to this around the place (and reblogging again this evening for the later crew), and you are more than welcome to message/contact me with any questions, queries or concerns.

Under the cut: the questions!

Username on Tumblr/AO3: (I need a method of contacting you 😊. If you have neither, pop me your email or something? We'll figure it out.)

Things I am comfortable writing: (gen or shippy? Fluff writer or angst? Family feels?)

Things I would not want to write about: (all the things you don't wanna write - characters you dislike, pairings you don't vibe with etc. Also heads up on any triggers you might have - you don't need to explain the whys.)

What I'd like to receive: (go for gold! The more info you can give, the more tailored to you the fic will be.)

What I would not like to receive: (All the things that you do not vibe with, or squick you. Please please please again with any trigger warnings - I don't want a gift to upset you. 😊)

Any other info that doesn't fit in the other questions: (General vibes, could you be a pinch hitter, any thoughts, questions, etc)

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And that's that. 😊 Thank you for joining in, and see you December 7th with your matches!

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[ultfreakme]

On Geto and 'femininity'

Okay so I saw bunch of discussions and discourse over Geto being presented as 'feminine' and female-coded and there are people who use that to headcanon a variety of things for Geto as a character.

I think Geto has been assigned a lot of tropes in-story that are associated with female characters. Some of it in good ways.....others in bad ways. But I will say, I don't think Geto on his own represents any kind of female struggle but is rather a gateway to explore and use tropes that are generally assigned to female characters.

The predominant tropes I think Geto fits are the Disposable Woman and the I Can Change My Beloved trope.

The first one is really obvious. The Disposable Woman exists to give a male character an emotional motive to go forward with a goal and the character serves no other greater purpose than that (I'll get back to the last part later). Hidden Inventory is a Gojo backstory, Geto's fall is a part of explaining Gojo's future entrapment and his motivation for becoming a teacher. We see Geto's downward spiral but at the end of the day this is primarily about Gojo.

more under the cut

Geto also literally gets used as an accessory for Gojo's character motivation by Kenjaku. It is blatantly stated in-text the only reason Geto's body is around again is to fuck with Gojo.

The second trope, is also pretty on the nose. The Hidden Inventory arc starts with Geto talking about how Gojo should protect the weak, he's always telling Gojo to do this or do that, speak more politely, don't look down on others, take care of yourself, let me help you, etc. And it works! He does change his 'beloved'.

But it's not just this.

In terms of character design, Geto is meant to be a pretty boy. He's more popular than Gojo, his attractiveness is what gets Manami and Larue interested in his ideology, his beauty and charm convinces even skeptics and it's to the point Gege constantly points it out in-text. His design also somewhat reflects that in a twisted way. His long hair, earrings and robes are actually supposed to be a false imitation of Buddha but they also serve to make him more stereotypically feminine.

He's also associated with the figure of a 'mother' through Nanako and Mimiko. In the anime, the scene where he's getting his hair combed is done so....delicately. You get lingering shots of his hair, his eyes, his hands and the way he sits. An untouchable, loving dream. Gojo also remembers him in this untouchable manner. Then there's the obvious, the worm inventory curse calling Geto mom and asking for a hug.

There's this amazing thread on twitter that goes into a lot of detail about how Geto's design and motives take a lot of inspiration from Kannon, who is the bodhisattva of compassion and mercy and is most often depicted as a woman.

And.....okay this third one is an exploitative, sensitiv trope but it exists nonetheless and can be applied to Geto. I don't know the exact name for it, but a lot of female characters get put through torturous, traumatic situations to fuel the male characters' anger. This violence is portrayed in a very indulgent manner, where the point of showing or depicting the assault/violence is not to show the extent of evil but to revel and take enjoyment in the suffering.

Kenjaku taking over Geto's body falls into that. It's not as gross and demeaning as it is with female characters(the aforementioned violence is prominently shown through sexual assault and taking away bodily autonomy), but Kenjaku openly flaunts his possession.

He rips off Geto's head, plays with his skull, uses all the skills and connections that come with his body in a flippant manner. It's clear he takes some kinda pleasure in possessing Geto's body(the way he's posing in the volume 16 cover is a pretty good example of that). NanaMimi point out how horrific it is when arguing with the cult family. Gojo's need to give Geto a proper burial and his horrified reaction also emphasizes this. Geto's possession and the hijacking of his body is violent and invasive.

Kenjaku's possessions are associated with assault and targeted violence against women. He experimented on a woman for the Death Paintings, he took over Yuji's mom and used her body, assaulting both Yuji's mom and his dad(yes yes it's possible he knew but still, the consent isn't there and as many jokes as the fandom makes about back shots or whatever, this is still sexual assault). Kenjaku specifically is a villain who exploits bodies and Geto is one of them.

This specific kind of deprivation of physical autonomy is experienced primarily by female characters.

So put that all together and you get what many assign as femininity or female-coding.

The problem is, Geto is given all the decidely BAD tropes associated with female characters. If Geto's character was a woman in JJK, I'd be appalled because this is just, so misogynistic to assign to a female character.

But this repulsion doesn't happen because of one very important thing; Geto's still written as a man and therefore has all the default privileges that come with it. Both in-story through character motivation and through Gege as a writer. Remember how I said the Disposable Woman serves no other purpose but to be the man's motive? Well this is where Geto diverges. Geto's given the trope but he is written with the defaults and privileges of a man.

We HAVE multiple other Disposable Women tropes in JJK! Tsumiki, Rika, Yuji's mom and most importantly, Megumi's mom.

MEGUMI'S MOM DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A NAME! Literally everyone calls her 'Mamaguro'. We know jack shit about her other than she was pretty, Toji loved her and she fixed Toji or something. There is all the chances in the world to give all of these characters more back story and motives but none of them get that. Hell, even alive female characters don't get nearly the same amount of exploration(Shoko was right there with Gojo and Geto but the focus on her is so little).

Geto got a whole five-episode arc half dedicated to him. There's also his attitude which is decidedly coming from an entitled place. He's absolutely sure of his strength, he doesn't even examine who or how he's assigning 'weakness'.

The women in JJK are a lot more 'selfish', and it's best explained by Nobara. There's only so much you can give of yourself, only so many people that you can let in because if you do more, you're dead. Itadori doesn't fully get this kinda thinking, he's trying to save and love everybody under the sun because he thinks he can afford to do that. Shoko also keeps a distance from Gojo and Geto. Women can't affor to overextend themselves and do whatever the fuck they want only because they have power because they're navigating the oppressiveness of the jujutsu society along with regular old patriarchy.

The women of JJK know that the patriarchal nature of the system is also responsible for how corrupt everything is. But Geto doesn't. He doesn't examine the system of jujutsu sorcerers in a nuanced manner and skips right to the curses.

Geto's femininity comes from a lot of tropes assigned to women but there isn't anything crucially feminine about any of the tropes. they're all overdone and often offensive, reductive stereotypes. But they're only reductive when employed with women because female characters who go through experiences like assault or parenthood are never given the time to be explored well.

For female characters, assault is considered a characteristic rather than a plot event that deeply affects them. On top of that, female characters are never anything beyond their traumas and the motives the provide for male characters.

Geto gets to skip all the bad parts and actually gets characterization, personal motives and is deeply flawed while being treated kindly by the writer. Which is why the things he does go through doesn't come off as offensive and ill thought-out. I think it's also why people assign him femininity and consider him to represent a female experience. Because he's the one character who is used to explore frequently awful female-assigned tropes in a somewhat respectful manner.

Again, the tropes do not define actual femininity. Being feminine or masculine is on a spectrum that is largely undefined and unclear. Geto's assignations are all happening in terms of fiction and in fiction, these tropes and appearances are assigned to the idea of a 'female' character.

Anyways that's my two cents, bye bye.

#geto suguru #jjk #satosugu #jjk meta

[sethsclearwater]

pregnant reader with Paul and embry while they are at emilys and she goes into labor and she cant tell paul or embry because all the boys are training and emily is cheering them on so she calls her brother to come get her and take her to the hospital and paul and embry show up an hour later freaking out after they find out

"fuck me," you whined, throwing your head back against the pillow of the hospital bed, gripping the bed rail tightly as another contraction rolled through you.

your brother let out a heavy sigh, gently running his hand up and down your arm soothingly as you waited it out, "you said they're at work?" he asked after the contraction started to subside, patiently waiting for your response.

you nodded, "they should be done soon," you explained breathlessly before adding, "can you try calling them again? i don't think this baby is gonna wait much longer," you whined, your voice catching at the end of your sentence as another contraction caught you off guard.

your brother nodded, getting up and grabbing his phone before stepping out into the hallway while you worked through your next contraction. soon enough, it subsided enough for you to relax a bit into the hospital bed. you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm yourself down before you heard yelling in the hallway from the all too familiar voices of your imprinters.

"she's right in here," you could hear your brother guiding them down the hallway. you opened your eyes just as the three of them came in, both paul and embry looking more freaked out than you'd ever seen either of them.

"oh jesus christ-" embry sighed, quickly stepping over to you, "what happened?" he asked softly, allowing you to grab his hand and lace your fingers together as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

you sighed as paul also stepped over, sitting down on the other side of you so he could hold your other hand, "i don't know-" you started but were quickly cut off with a loud whine as another killer contraction started, forcing you to squeeze both boys' hands tightly.

"okay, okay, take some deep breaths," embry encouraged, using his free hand to gently rub it up and down your side soothingly.

"how far along is she?" paul asked your brother who let out a heavy sigh.

"they just checked her like 20 minutes ago and said she was just under 8 centimeters," your brother explained as he ran his fingers through his hair anxiously.

you didn't see it because you were too focused on getting through your contraction, but paul nodded before turning his attention back to you, both boys working on calming you down as the contraction started to subside.

"you're okay," paul murmured, leaning over to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

you sighed, leaning back into the hospital bed so you could at least try and relax a bit and look at the two of them, "we still need the car seat put in the car," you murmured anxiously, looking over at paul who nodded.

"we'll get it, don't worry," he reassured, "just focus on getting him out now, yea? embry and i'll figure out the car seat," he cooed and you nodded, taking another deep breath as embry offered your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"did you call your mom yet?" you asked embry softly and he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

"didn't say a word, we came straight here," he explained before adding, "if you want i can call her and let her know. wasn't sure if you'd want her here before he's born though," he added, sliding his free hand up your side so he could soothingly scratch at your scalp.

you nodded, "can you do that? i want her here," you murmured before letting out another loud whimper as another contraction rolled through you.

embry nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as paul squeezed your hand, "you've got it princess, focus on your breathing," paul encouraged, stroking his free hand up and down your side.

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[blond-jerk-tourney]

Champagne Bracket: Third Place Battle

Propaganda from submitters Under Cut

Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu

He’s a bitch and a hate (love) him. I will now quote him below: "Sigh... I don't do the whole sweating thing, Neku." "Very impressive, Neku. Show those fifth graders who's boss." "Who needs other people's values? It's easier to just live by your own rules." "Oh! I can't say I'm particularly interested, but... I'll go ahead and ask, for the sake of convenience. Do you have a name?"

Smug asshole. Always playing mind games with the player character. Has many secrets but never shares them. Also did a bunch of spoilery shit.

THE REAL ASSHOLE OF TWEWY!!!!!! (VOTE FOR JOSHUA)

adding this to the compilation of "things Joshua says that are massive red flags" from the first propagandist

Eichi Tenshouin

He is literally the centerpiece of The War in ensemble stars. He more or less rose to student council president position, gutted their entire school and instilled lots of new rules and stuff. He made 5 students public figures, then promptly dragged them through the mud. He gained intel from people close to them and utilized their weaknesses against them to execute them. They all ended up getting severely bullied. He's treated many friendships as transactional relationships. He sabotaged numerous idol units, putting one out of commission for months. All in all, it was brutal. He almost succeeded in shutting down an entire revolution a year later. On another note he is just. a cheeky little guy. Sassy man apocalypse

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both submitters invite you to read this explanation of "the war"

you guys should vote for eichi there is something deeply wrong with him

please vote for eichi!! he may not be the first character Midorikawa Hikaru has voiced who acts like both an s and an m, but he's the only enstars character i have a fan mix for! did you know he once somehow started a war in a foreign country that only sakuma rei could put an end to to get him away from eichi's childhood friend? did you know said friend had to tie him to his hospital bed to keep him from escaping out the window on a firetruck??

Eichi for the win that man is a war criminal.

#champagne bracket #third place battle #polls #tournament polls #yoshiya kiryu #joshua kiryu #twewy #the world ends with you #eichi tenshouin #enstars #ensemble stars #blond jerk tournament

[victheclown]

Paper Mario: The Origami King

Stationary Locked

An AU where Olly strives for more than just getting rid of all Toads.... And where he will use any means to achieve this.

(Story and Explanations under cut. Mind the tags for any potentially uspetting content, I'll try to tag it best I can.)

Stationary Locked starts very normal, like the actual game, with the only difference at the very beginning seemingly that Olivia gets folded a little later on. We will get to her later though....

Olly had put his original plan into motion. He was going to refold everything, getting rid of those who he believes wronged him, folding the world to his own mercy... And he was going to create his own Legionary to help him with this, using the tools of this own creator. And so, the Legion of Stationary came to be, brought to life and tasked with guarding the streamers. He knew someone would be coming for him soon. And he was not going to make it easy for him to get to him.

Shortly after he made the Mushroom Kingdom's castle his own, he folded who would be his knight, the one to follow him and his orders until the end... Olivia. Folding her with equal rage to make sure she UNDERSTOOD her task and would not back out. She was tasked to bring him paper beings, which would be refolded for his own army. And she did as she was told. She had no choice really - this was what she was made for herself. And a knight should follow their kings orders after all.

It was all going by plan. But it didn't feel like enough. He... Wanted more. Getting back at those Toads wasn't enough, he wanted the world to fold and bend before his mercy, He didn't just want to be a king... He wanted to be an emperor to all that paper had ever known.

... And when he noticed approaching threats, his trust in his Legion began to falter. Would they truly be up to their task? With how... Laughably not serious some of them were about this? No, this wasn't going to end the way he wanted, all because they failed to do their task properly, failed to use their powers to its fullest.

So what do you do when you don't have faith in your Legion? But you couldn't possibly get rid of them either, because even if incompetent, they still HAD power... Power that could be used through other means...

... Through his own means.

Using his only Legionary he knew would follow his orders to a letter - a Stapler - he crafted origami cages, one for each. And to make extra sure they wouldn't try to defy their own fate... The Stapler was tasked with reinforcing these cages. They would not be escaping this on his watch. They were his Legion, and he was going to bring out the fullest potential in them, and he was free to do so.

And once all preparations were said and done... He paid them all a visit. One by one.

Most of them hadn't had a single clue what was coming for them. A single deadly pierce of the sword was enough to force them into their Stationary Forms. That would make it most convenient to keep them around.

It was easy... Up until the end. By the last two, they have started to cast suspicion around their missing teammates already. And it seems at least his Lieutenant was able to prove some bit of competence... He figured out fast what his plan was, and for the sake of his team, his Legion, his friends... He could not let it keep going. And even if it meant going against his creator, and his very duty.... He was going to fight.

Because after all... Scissors always beats paper... Right?

... It was a single stupid mistake that caused him to not pay attention to his incoming attack. And then, it was all over. That was the last of them. With the Legion back in his hands, he instead put Folded Soldiers to the task of protecting the streamers. To any visiting adventurers, these areas now just felt... Off, and like someone else was supposed to be here. Now it was just... Something that was there, but no longer felt right. Something was missing.

But by this point, our Emperor had found that these Stationaries were indeed capable of so much more... But that also HE was capable of so much more. And it was as simple as magically linking himself to them... To simply fold into their form, to use their powers that way. It was so easy, but he felt so... Powerful. And the Legion was doing great too, encased in their new homes... If you watched closely, upon every use of one of their powers, it looks like cracks would form on the Stationary... But it wasn't concerning. Not concerning for Olly to rethink this at least.

They had their place now, with their Emperor, who would put their powers to good use, and put an end to whoever would try and oppose their new ruler.

The time for a new world, with a new ruler, using new tactics... Starts now.

#art #au #pmtok #paper mario #the origami king #alternate universe #PMTOK: STATIONARY LOCKED (AU) #cw: implied death #cw: implied abuse #do tell me if you feel im missing any warnings im genuinely terrible with this #been wanting to get something to it out for a while now but gjkdfsjgkld writing hard #but here it is! Stationary locked aka Stationaries suffer in this #they are not okay #i have a loooot to this actually its wild

[panandinpain0]

My friend (that’s ur new title, u can’t relinquish it sorry HAHAHAH) can I ask for a prequel to Under the Willow Tree- what happened with that kiss I needs to know bro you can’t do me dirty like this 😭😭 fr tho feel free to put this one on the backburner

The Kiss

Coming right up mango! (I love my new title and you can take it from my cold dead hands)

(and I know, I'm super creative with titles)

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Requested by: @mailmango

Ron Weasley x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader

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Walking with some of his friends, (Y/N) was trying to decide what to do in his free period.

"-And my mother keeps trying to get me to date the neighbor boy, too! She just won't quit it!" Rylie Hops, a fellow Ravenclaw, exclaimed to (Y/N), who just now tuned into the conversation.

"What's the neighbor boy got that I don't have?" Cooper Brand flirted with Rylie, the Slytherin as cunning as they come.

Rolling his eyes, as he always found himself in the middle of their flirting, (Y/N) sighed and looked around. He spotted his older sister and her friends and decided it was time to leave the conversation (not that he was much part of it in the beginning).

"I'll see you guys later, yeah? I've got to go ask Hermione something," he cut Cooper off, not that he really cared.

"Oh, see you (Y/N)!" Cooper waved him off as he walked.

"I'll save you a seat at dinner!" Rylie called before turning back to Cooper.

Approaching the frizzy haired sixth year, (Y/N) waved to her.

"Hey 'Mione!"

"(Y/N), I thought you had Astronomy?" Hermione asked, gearing up to scold him for skipping a period.

"No, I had it just barely, it's my free period now. Cooper and Rylie are at it again so I figured I'd join you guys. Harry, Ron," he nodded to them in greeting.

"(Y/N)," Ron greeted back with a smile, Harry vaguely waving as he stared at someone across the courtyard.

"They're still at it?" Hermione questioned, looking back down at her book and twirling her quill. "You just need to tell them they like each other."

"It doesn't work like that, 'Mione. Cooper is in love with Rylie so he jokingly flirts with her because he thinks that's how he'll win her heart, but Rylie thinks they're just that; jokes! I think it's best to just leave them to figure it out on their own," (Y/N) replied, sitting on the bench next to Hermione and Ron, trying to avoid Harry (who was sitting on the ground in front of the bench for some reason).

"Love is so stupid," Hermione scoffed, shaking her head and writing something on her parchment.

"I don't know, it could be kind of fun!" Ron shrugged, looking at (Y/N). (Y/N) turned to look at him but Ron turned before he could get caught.

"How would you know?" Harry laughed, patting his friends shoe.

"Oh, what do you know about love, Harry?"

"Not enough..."

Leaning over to whisper to Ron, (Y/N) looked Harry up and down.

"What's up with him?" (Y/N) whispered.

"I dunno, I've been trying to pry it out of him for days, but no luck."

Whatever Harry had been looking at didn't seem to hold his interest anymore as he turned around to face his friends on the bench.

"(Y/N), you're really good at transfiguration, right?"

"What isn't he good at?" Ron asked rhetorically, missing (Y/N)'s surprised look.

"McGonagall loves you," Harry went on, Hermione hesitantly looking up from her book as she caught on to what he was saying.

"Um, I s'pose. Why?" (Y/N) replied with a head tilt.

"We need your help with something-"

"Are you sure we should be wrapping him up in all this?" Ron asked, his question going unheard.

"Meet us under the staircase by the One-Eyed-Witch statue after dinner, alright?" Harry continued.

"Uh... okay?" (Y/N) agreed, unsure as to what they'd need a fifth year for.

"You really don't have to if you don't want to," Ron reassured him, shaking his head at Harry's eagerness.

"It would help us loads, I know how you are with transfiguration, but Ron's right. Come if you want, it's okay if you don't," Hermione put a comforting hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

"I'll be there," (Y/N) shrugged.

...

"So, what do you need my help for?" (Y/N) asked as he got close enough to the trio under the staircase.

"We've planned this prank for Malfoy-"

"Hermione, you're planning a prank?" (Y/N) asked his sister incredulously, kind of impressed.

"I didn't want to but you know how I am with Malfoy," was her response.

"The point is we need a specific transfiguration spell that takes a lot of skill and concentration," Harry informed.

"Why can't Hermione do it?"

It was silent for a moment when Ron spoke up, "Because you're better than her at transfiguration."

With raised eyebrows, (Y/N) turned to his sister.

Hermione let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, "It's true. I've never told you but you are better than me at transfigurations, and I can't do the spell."

"Alright what's the spell?" (Y/N) chuckled.

Harry handed him a piece of paper with the information on it.

"Just look into it and practice it, we'll need you in a week," Harry told him, patting him on the shoulder. "Thanks, mate."

"It's not like I've got anything better to do." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Harry, look," Hermione whispered to her friend, pointing up the stairs. Whatever they saw had them running up them, but (Y/N) and Ron stayed where they were.

"A prank on the Slytherins, huh?" (Y/N) laughed as he put the slip of paper into his bag.

"Yeah, just Malfoy acting like the ferret he is," Ron joked back, leaning against the wall. (Y/N) joined him there, twiddling his thumbs.

Ron rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over at (Y/N) nervously.

"I've been thinking about what we were talking about the other day, in the courtyard..." Ron trailed off.

"What, Cooper and Rylie?"

"Yeah, the love thing. And I was wondering... have you ever been in love?"

Taken aback, (Y/N) blinked and gulped, trying to think.

"Uhm... I'd like to think so."

Ron nodded for a bit, looking deep in thought.

"Did they love you back?"

"I'm not sure... I haven't done anything about it. Yet."

"Oh. Well, what does it feel like?"

(Y/N) hummed in thought, "It hurts. I'm not sure if it's just because I don't know if he likes me back, or if being in love just hurts like this, but it hurts."

"'He'?"

(Y/N) nodded, looking at his shoes.

"Being in love, at least for me, is thinking about them. Not all of the time like some people say, but whenever you're life pauses for a moment... like you're outside and suddenly everything but the breeze stops and the sun is setting, it's tranquil. And the only thing I can think is that I want him there with me. Or when I make myself coffee I wonder how he likes his, or if he prefers tea instead...

And when he talks to me my heart feels like it's running right out of my chest, and I'm just so sure that my face is on fire, because that's what it feels like." (Y/N) turned to Ron, taking a deep breath.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Ron slowly cupped (Y/N)'s cheek, looking into his eyes to make sure it was okay. When he didn't object he took his hand with his free one and leaned in until their lips barely touched.

"I think so."

(Y/N) leaned forward and sealed the kiss, his free hand holding Ron's elbow. Their lips moved together, a partnership that would change their friendship forever. Ron couldn't believe he was doing this, not that he was thinking about much other than how sweet (Y/N) tasted on his lips, the cider on his mouth still lingering after dinner.

Butterflies swarmed (Y/N)'s stomach, violent and harsh compared to the daydream people write about.

"(Y/N)?" Hermione shouted as she walked down the stairs. "Ron?"

The boys gasped and pulled apart, (Y/N) wiping at his mouth before turning towards Hermione, clearing his throat.

He knew he looked like he'd just been making out with his big sisters best friend, but would she know that?

"Yeah, Hermione?" (Y/N) tried to hide the tremor in his voice.

"Aren't you two coming? Harry's run off after the Hufflepuff girl again and I can't find him."

"We'll help you look," Ron agreed, nodding and running a had through his hair.

Hermione looked them up and down suspiciously for a moment, but turned around eventually anyways.

Not knowing what to do, or say, the boys silently followed after her- not looking at each other.

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Was this good? I need more practice with kissing scenes :/

Hope this was a good prequel for you mango!

-Author Max <3

#ron x reader #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x male!reader #x male!reader #x he/him reader #x reader #ronald weasley #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x male!reader #fluff

[runawaycatwalker]

Part 23. Contracted Liberation

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Gabriel bangs his fists against the wall.

Gabriel: Nothing.  No sign of Adrien.  No leads.  And my arsenal of tools is completely ineffective.  My thumb on the mayor to control the police's search?  Marketing initiatives backed by a global brand?  The powers of the most feared supervillain in the world?  All useless!  And just to twist the knife, my akumas have started dying before they can evilize anyone!

Nathalie interlaces her fingers and looks away, in thought.

Nathalie (internally): It sounds like Catwalker has been using his Cataclysm preemptively.  Best not to point that out to Gabriel right now, though.  We shouldn't target Catwalker so soon after my truce with him and Ladybug.  Even if the heroes don't know how to contact Adrien, remaining cordial with them may open doors later on.

Nathalie points outward.

Nathalie (aloud): It's possible that the police who have been investigating Adrien's disappearance have been nearby often enough that they're shooting akumas on sight.  Perhaps you should consider going back to akumatizing those without any connection to Adrien?

Closeup of Gabriel gnashing his teeth.

Gabriel: Unacceptable!  I must find my son!

As Gabriel continues to bash against the wall, Nathalie comes up behind him.

Nathalie: If Adrien has any sort of agency right now, he might see all the akumas targeting him as a reason to stay in hiding.  Let up on that and he might consider Paris safe enough to come home.

Gabriel flings out his arm dramatically as a vein pulses in his forehead.

Gabriel: And if it wasn’t his choice?  Stopping my pursuit for even a moment could result in him slipping through my fingers permanently!  I will only stop using my akumas to search for my son when he is back under my roof where he belongs!

Nathalie puts her cellphone up to her ear.

Nathalie: Very well.  I'll make some calls.  If you need an akuma who is upset about Adrien, we can make one...

Nathalie (internally): One who will keep you busy until I figure out what to do next.

Cut to Kagami seated on the pink cushions in the ditch that comprises the seating area of Gabriel’s atelier.  She folds her hands over her lap on top of her notebook.

Nathalie: Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice, Kagami.

Kagami: You asked my mother to send me here.  How could I refuse?  I assume this is about Adrien?

Nathalie: It is.

Kagami: I suppose you want to involve me in a publicity stunt for your 'Find Adrien' campaign?  Is the 'kidnapping' story you fed the press no longer working?

Nathalie: This has nothing to do with marketing, I assure you.

Nathalie sits on the other side of the seating area and reads off something from her tablet.

Nathalie: Our 'Find Adrien' inbox received a peculiar anonymous tip: 'You have security cameras, go check the footage!'  We did.  Our security cameras caught nothing.  Just Adrien entering his room after he returned from his fencing lesson.  Nothing else.

Closeup of Nathalie’s face, her eyebrows accusatory.

Nathalie: It's strange that we acquired those security cameras from Tsurugi Industries, isn't it?

Nathalie puts down her tablet on the seat beside her.  Kagami folds her arms.  On the center block between Nathalie and Kagami, an assortment of Find Adrien posters have been placed, including a large billboard design near where Kagami is sitting.

Kagami: You think my mother had something to do with this?

Nathalie: No, Tsurugi-san would have no motive for hacking her product or absconding with Adrien. But you might. You would have been one of the last people to see him.  You had the opportunity to coordinate a plan with him.  Not to mention that you have a history of encouraging Adrien to go behind his father's back.

Kagami: So do a lot of his friends.  Blame them for hacking your cameras, I wasn't involved.  But if I had been asked, I would have helped Adrien flee this place.  He shouldn't have to put up with living by his father's rules anymore.

Kagami folds her arms and grins evilly.

Kagami: Frankly, I'm happy that he finally grew enough of a backbone to actually act.  There's nothing you can do to stop him now.

Cut to the back of the atelier by Emilie’s painting.  The hole for Gabriel’s secret elevator is open, inside of which the head of Shadowmoth is poking out of.  Shadowmoth taps out a message on his cane.

Nathalie (internally): This isn't working.  Kagami's not overwhelmed by emotion, she's just smug.  I'm out of my element here.  I've gotten used to defusing situations before they become a problem, not inflaming them.  Gabriel's far better suited to being a provocateur.  He knows what buttons to push and won't let anyone get in his way for long.  But since he insisted on hiding nearby to sic his akuma on her before anyone can interfere, I get to be the one to ruin someone's day...

Cut to a closeup of Nathalie’s tablet as it beeps with a new text message.

Nathalie (internally): Hmm?  A new message?

Shadomoth (text message): I left some stronger motivation for you in the Find Adrien inbox.  Use it. --🦋

Nathalie (internally): Gabriel, what are you up to now? *sigh* I guess I'll just have to go along with this...

Nathalie holds up her tablet and reads from it.

Nathalie (aloud): Oh my.

Kagami: What now?

Nathalie’s tablet: Banner: FIND ADRIEN.  From: [email protected]. We have Adrien Agreste in our clutches and are going to unalive him and you can't do anything about it!  Muhahahaha!

Nathalie: A ransom message just came through.  They're threatening to kill Adrien.

Kagami: To kill...?

Nathalie passes through the door out of the atelier.

Nathalie: Excuse me, I need to... speak with Mr. Agreste about handling this development.

Nathalie (internally): That should be enough motivation, right?

Cut to a closeup of Kagami opening her notebook, where she has taped a picture of her and Adrien and preserved a dried rose.

Kagami: Adrien didn't choose this?  This whole time I assumed that he ran away, but he really was kidnapped?

Kagami holds the rose in her hand, teary eyes clenched shut and teeth gritted.

Kagami: Whoever took him needs to pay for what they've done!

From the elevator hole, Shadowmoth raises out his hand and unleashes an akuma.

Shadowmoth (internally): Yes!  I can feel her anger now!

Shadowmoth (under his breath): Go, my akuma!

The akuma makes contact with the rose in Kagami’s hand.

Shadowmoth: Hello, Oni-Chan.

Cut to Nathalie eavesdropping from just outside the atelier, looking startled.

Nathalie (internally): Wait, Oni-Chan?  He was supposed to make her Riposte again, not—

Cut back to Kagami as the light mask illuminates her angered face.

Shadowmoth: The boy you so deeply care for is in grave danger.  I'm giving you the power to track down the last person who saw Adrien Agreste.  You will make them powerless to do anything ever again.

Kagami: With pleasure, Shadowmoth.

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#runaway catwalker #nathalie sancouer #gabriel agreste #kagami tsurugi #spanner in the works nathalie #akuma #and we have another akuma arc on our hands #once again courtesy of nathalie trying to help and only making things worse #for those of you who are new you can expect the next few pages to take a bit longer than usual since logistics is not my strong suit

[tj-dragonblade]

For the WIP game, all these sounds super interesting!!! But I'm particularly curious about the car wash fic?

This would be the sequel to Cutoff Shorts and Classic Cars, a PWP that struck me as 'oh that's a perfect sequel!' so I scribbled down a quick bit of opening sequence, then kind of forgot about. One day I'll get it written. In the meantime, here is the snippet that I managed to write (not really nsfw but I will put it under a cut for mention of fluids just in case):

"So I did some checking online this morning, and it turns out that vaginal fluids might not be the kindest thing for the paint. And sure it's been sitting all night and any damage has probably been done, but I figure a quick wash anyway can't hurt right? Especially since it's nice out again."

Dream's sexual fluids are in fact composed of dreamstuff, in the same way that his clothes and his boots and indeed his own physical form in this realm are, and had been tempered to not harm the clear coat once he had decided to sit on the car. He had also vanished the mess yesterday afternoon as Hob carried him indoors, as only seemed courteous.

He should tell Hob these things, he thinks, watching as Hob turns back to the car, sprays it down. He glances back to Dream with a wink and angles the hose up, tilts his face into the misting spray that showers down about him, shaking out his hair. The line of his throat gleams wetly and the white of his shirt is quickly soaked to transparency, chest hair outlined in glorious relief beneath it.

Dream settles back in the rickety woven-plastic folding chair that Hob has provided him, hunger stirring in his belly.

He will. Tell Hob later.

WIP List

#tagmemes #askmemes #thank you! #TJs Writing #Sandman #Dreamling #wip: carwash

[the-sky-queen]

Y'know what? I'm just gonna do it. I'm gonna lore dump everything I have so far for my Darkling lore!

First of all, yes. I decided that the Darklings are a separate species from the Black Arms. Eclipse always seemed so different from any of the Black Arms we've seen to me. I just couldn't see him as 100% Black Arms when the rest of the race looks almost nothing like him.

This means that Eclipse is a hybrid, just like Shadow. (Though he's 50% Black Arms and 50% Darkling instead of Hedgehog.) Though I haven't quite figured out . . . why Black Doom would want his next offspring to be half Darkling instead of full Black Arms. I'm working on it. Darklings must have some kind of biological advantage, but I haven't figured out out yet.

Full lore under the cut!

History

The Darklings used to live on their own planet. They were free and were split up into different tribes. They were pretty civil towards each other, but the did occasionally have conflict. Then, a couple hundred years ago, the Black Arms invaded. The Darklings were massacred, but a few managed to bargain for their lives. In exchange for being left alive, the remaining Darklings would become slaves to whoever the current Black Arms leader was. So, they were taken from their home world and placed on the Black Comet, never again to be free. They were destroyed with the rest of the Black Comet at the end of Shadow the Hedgehog.

Beliefs/Religion

The Darklings didn't believe in gods, rather they believed that the spirits of their ancestors controlled the many aspects of nature and their lives. Several important ancestors had their own holidays and festivals, but most were worshipped privately among those who were directly related to them. Deceased family members were given little shrines to honor them, kinda like an ofrenda. During the Black Arms captivity, many began to lose faith, angry that their ancestors allowed this to happen.

Appearance

Since Eclipse is a hybrid, I had to decide what traits he has belong to the Darklings, and which he got from the Black Arms. I can explain my thought process more in depth later if you guys want, but for now, I'm just gonna list the traits:

five fingers

long, snake-like tail

coloring is dominated by more earthy/natural colors, for better camouflage during hunting

black sclera, eye color varies

Y'know that weird head structure Eclipse has? Yeah, they have that

scaley, but not as reinforced as Black Arms

I'll really have to draw one of these guys for you to get the full picture

Biology

Cold-blooded and lizard coded

They lay eggs

Naturally very skilled hunters

Heightened senses (smell, night vision, etc.)

Very agile (not that strong, but can out-maneuver almost anything)

Prehensile tails

*insert whatever advantage they have that made Black Doom decide his next offspring should be a hybrid*

On Eclipse

Eclipse's mother was a Darkling, and she was allowed to raise him for the first few months of his life. She taught him a lot about the dying Darkling culture and what it meant to be a Darkling in the first place. Eclipse loved his mother and always tried to make her happy. Eventually, Black Doom took him to begin his training, and Eclipse wasn't happy about it. He hardly got to see his mother or any of the other Darklings after that.

Eclipse has struggled with his identity for a long time. He was always told by Black Doom that he was the Ultimate Black Arm, but after a while, Eclipse decided he wanted to honor his mother and her culture and began referring to himself as a Darkling instead. This confuses a lot of people who don't know him very well. Eclipse doesn't usually like to talk about it, even to Shadow.

To this day, Eclipse tries to uphold the traditions of the Darklings. He puts on little celebrations for the important ancestors and honors his mother with a little shrine for her in his room. Eclipse has spent the last several years trying to draw an accurate picture of his mother for his shrine, with varying degrees of success. Shadow doesn't understand a lot of Eclipse's traditions, especially since he doesn't talk about why he's doing what he's doing a whole lot, but Shadow still tries to join in when he can and support his little brother.

Note: I just realized I've been referring to Eclipse as Black Doom's offspring when he was created by Black Death in the comics. Just to clarify, in my personal Sonic-verse, Eclipse is Black Doom's son, making him Shadow's actual half-brother. He was raised and trained by Black Doom until he was sent away to help Black Death with a conquest right before the Shadow the Hedgehog game. He and Black Death then later showed up for Shadow Fall.

#Sky Queen #Sky's Sonic-verse #Darkling Lore #Sonic the Hedgehog #Eclipse the Darkling #Black Doom #Shadow the Hedgehog

[randofics]

Seth x southern reader smut

Had this one sitting in my doc's for a few weeks now and I decided to finally post it. Once I saw Seth in the movie dayshift I had to write something with him being the nervous little bean he is.

18+ Under the cut

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Seth was very shy from what you could tell. The first time you met him was when you needed to cash in some vamp teeth. When you walked up to the front desk he was the only one working. When he spotted you his mouth hung open. "You're gonna catch flies with your mouth open darlin." Your southern drawl flowing freely as you spoke. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he tried to speak. "Um...um...heh...you...you aren't from around here are you?" You grinned at him placing your arms on the counter in front of you. "Now what gave you an idea like that?" "I...um...I didn't mean anything by it I swear!" You giggle at his nervousness. "I'm just yankin yer chain darlin." "Oh...ok...um... you want to cash in some teeth right?"

The next time you saw him was a few days later at a gas station. He said he was going hunting with a guy named Bud. The green short sleeve polo he was wearing looked good on him it made his surprisingly strong looking arms stand out. A tall man wearing a Hawaiian shirt walked out of the gas station and came over to stand next to you. "Who's this Seth?" "This is y/n she's a hunter like you." You hold your hand out to greet him. "It's nice to meet you y/n, I'm Bud." "It's nice to meet you too sir. So you and Seth going hunting here in a little bit huh?" "Yep and you?" "Oh I don't have anything planned today so I figured I'd just sit around the house." Seth interjects excitedly. "You should go with us!" You chuckle at him. "I wouldn't want to interject in yall's whatever you have going on." "NO no you wouldn't be interjecting in anything! Right bud?" Bud gives you a knowing look. "Yeah you should go with us." "Ok I guess I'm tagging along then. Just let me get my stuff and I'll hop in."

You walk to your car with a little more sway in your hips. You're sure you can feel Seth's eyes on you as you walk away.

Bud grins at Seth who's definitely watching as you walk away. "She seems interested in you man." "What! No no no she's-she's not interested in me! I mean look at me I'm skinny and I wear glasses and I pissed my pants the other day out of fear for pete's sake!" Bud rolls his eyes." Look man I saw how she looked at you and she barely even looked at me c-ept for when she said hello to me. That's a big sign if you ask me." Seth looks between you and bud before smiling slightly. "You really think so?" Bud gives him a pat on the shoulder. "Heck yeah man she's totally into you!"

You jog up to them, duffel bag in hand. "Just toss it in the back." Seth steps out of the truck to let you sit in the middle. As you try to move passed him he mirrors your movement accidentally stepping in your way. You chuckle as it happens again and you put your hand on his chest. Finally he presses his back against the door to let you through. Sitting down in the middle you buckle the seat belt over your waist. Seth hopps in after you and his hand grazes your thigh as he goes to buckel his own seat belt. He let's out a quiet sorry to you as he finishes. You chuckle again at his nervousness.

Bud pulls up next to a van and starts talking to the two brothers inside. They make a comment about Seth being a cupcake and he brushes it off saying that he's a big fan. Bud pipes up and agrees that they should team up for this hunt.

You're getting your gear ready when you see bud put a metal plated neck brace on Seth and hand him a pistol. You can't help the snort that escapes your nose when he turns to face you. He frowns at you and you let out a quiet laugh. "I look ridiculous don't I." You move closer to him and hook your finger in the v shape of the brace under his chin pulling on it lightly. "I think you look cute." You flutter your lashes at him and he gets nervous again. Bud interrupts your little moment saying that it's time to get to work.

A few minutes later and your in a living room fighting vamps. One is keeping you busy as you hear Seth yelp when one comes out of a vent. The next thing you know he's on the floor wrestling with it. He calls to Bud for help and you see two shots go through her torso. Finally you kill the vamp that you're fighting and you see one of the twins cut her head off. Seth throws her off him and scrambles to his feet. All of you now standing together breath a sigh of relief. One of the twins speaks up first. "What happened to you? You pissed your pants?" He looks down at himself before answering. "It's kinda my thing." The other twin looks at him in digust. "Bro." Bud eyes him questioningly. "Wachu doin wachu doing man?" "Listen pee pee pants this is man's world not for little boy." You sigh to yourself at the conversation.

Bud gives the twins fist bumps telling them to stay safe and you part ways. Seth and bud drop you off at your car and you give Seth a piece of paper and a kiss on his cheek before you walk to your car. He touches his cheek as Bud drives off. "Congratulations man I told you she was into you." He reached over and slapped him on the back. Seth unfolds the slip of paper to read it. Call me sometime darlin xoxo y/n. He quickly reaches for his phone and adds your number to his contact list. "Do you think I should call her tonight?" "Heck yeah man! Maybe you can get her address."

Later that night you were constantly gazing at your phone to see if he texted or called you and eventually he did. "Hey." "Hey. You both greeted each other nervously. "Do you want to come over darlin?" "YES! I-I mean sure if that's alright with you?" "Yeah I'm not busy with anything tonight so we can just watch a movie or something." "Ok yeah um what's your address?" You can hear a pen click in the background. After you give him your address he says that he'll be there in a bit.

You're looking out the blinds of your apartment when you see a taxi pull up and he hurriedly gets out thanking the driver. You pull the blinds up and wave to him as he walks up the sidewalk. He's wearing another green polo though this one is a bit lighter in color and another pair of tan pants. His bag is slung over his shoulder. When you open the door you greet him with another kiss on the cheek. And he smiles nervously at you. "Just set your bag on that table." You go to sit on the couch as he sets his bag down.

When he turns around you pat the couch for him to come sit. He sits across the couch from you and fiddles with the hem of his shirt. "What do you want to watch darlin?" "I don't know, whatever you want I guess." You scoot over and reach over him to get the remote. Out the corner of your eye you see him looking at a bit of your back that your shirt reveals as it rides up on you. He gulps audibly as a bit of a blush appears on his cheeks. You sit back and flip to the movie you wanted to watch.

About halfway through the movie two characters begin to make out. A blush grew on your face and you looked at Seth out the corner of your eye. His jaw was clenching and there was a blush on his face too. The arm he placed on the back of the couch twitched as his hand fisted the cushion behind you.

You had scooted over more throughout the movie and your knee was touching his thigh. Thoughts about what he might feel like kissing you filled your mind and soon heat was pooling between your legs. You squeezed your thighs together trying to relieve some of the pressure. But it didn't seem to help. You turned to Seth and he turned to look at you as you sat on your knees, your hands pulling on the hem of your shirt. "Seth? Can-can I kiss you?" You looked at him through your lashes. "I-I um...uh...you-you want to-to kiss me?!" You nod your head. "Um...oh...ok yeah you can if-if you want." You lean towards him and place your hand on the side of his face. He's blushing like mad now as you close the distance, your other hand moves to his shoulder and you press your chest against his. Your eyes are half lidded as your lips brush his.

He pushes forward and you fully connect. You start slow, your lips moving in tandem. And slowly the kiss gets heated. His hand goes to your cheek and the other grasps your wrist on his shoulder. He moans against you and you take the chance to slip your tongue in. The move takes him by surprise but he starts to wrestle his tongue with yours. You move to straddle his lap and he jumps at the sudden weight. He separates from you to gulp in air, his glasses are foggy from your breath.

"Woah you're really good at that." You smile at him as you connect your lips again. The hand on your wrist quickly finds its way to your hip. He squeezes the flesh there and you gasp as his thumb digs into a sensitive spot on your abdomen. "You ok? I didn't hurt you did I?" You smile at him and laugh. "No darlin your thumb hit a sensitive patch of skin is all." He looks down at the hand on your hip and runs his thumb over your skin curiously. A shiver runs up your spine when he hits the same spot. "Huh...you know I've never done any of this before. I didn't realize that you could be sensitive in a place like that. Makes me curious about other sensitive spots you have." He gives you a lopsided grin and you feel your core twitch. "Maybe I should try your neck?" A hand on your back pushes you into him and his lips latch onto your neck. Instinctually you tilt your head for him. He starts out gentle, peppering kisses along your skin making you breath faster. Then you feel his tongue go from the v of your collar bones up to your adams apple. A strangled moan escapes your throat and your hands shoot up to his hair. You feel his teeth graze back down your throat his upper lip dragging along your skin. He groans when you tug his hair, the hands that were on your hips are under your shirt running along your spine and across your stomach.

You quiver at his touch. His mouth moves to nip and suck on your pulse and he marks your skin thoroughly. Soon you can't take much more and you grind down on him. He hisses against your skin and frustrated with his glasses leans away from you to take them off. When he looks back at you his eyes widen. You're breathing hard and his marks on your neck are starting to bloom red. Your lips are a bit swollen from kissing him and your eyes are blown with lust and half lidded. "Holy crap." He breaths out astonished. "I-I did that!?" He says to himself still staring at you. You grind down on him to snap him out of it. His hands fly to your hips and he hisses again at your movement.

You lean into him to whisper in his ear. "Seth baby I need you." He curses under his breath at that. "Ok yeah." His hands on your hips move to lift your shirt off of you. You hold your arms up as he lifts it past your chest. He stops though and you can only snort as he stares at your clothed breasts. "Seth." He snaps out of it and removes your shirt, throwing it to the floor. "You're...wow...may I?" You nod and close your eyes as his hands come up to touch you. You sigh at the gentle squeeze he gives you. You moan when his tongue moves through the valley of your chest. "I'm gonna take this off ok?" You humm in affirmation and his hands go to the clasp of your bra.

It takes him a moment to undo the clasp and he slowly pulls it off of you. You watch as he takes in the sight of your bare chest. "You're gorgeous baby." You blush at the compliment and gasp when he starts tending to your cest. You grind down on him again and you don't stop this time. He breaks away from you to toss off his shirt. Pausing for a moment as you admire his body. Your hands trail from his strong shoulders to his pecks and down his abs. You move your hands to run over the v on his abdomen the muscles there twitching under your touch. His eyes watch your hands the whole time. Pride swells in his chest at the realization that you like his body. He thought he was skinny but based on the way you were practically drooling over him convinced him otherwise.

To you his body was perfect. He wasn't too skinny or too muscular. His abs were just big enough for them to show along his stomach. You got up from his lap hurriedly removing the rest of your clothes. His jaw dropped at the sight of you bare to him. He got up and took the rest of his clothes off too. Once he was done you practically jumped him pushing him back onto the couch. Your lips connected with his neck and he cursed again. Wheezy moans escaped his throat as you attacked his skin. His length touched your inner thigh as you straddled him again. You nipped and marked his neck and chest leaving red blotches in your wake.

You leaned away from him and your hands moved down to guide him. The tip of him grazing your entrance as you lined him up. You looked into his eyes as you sunk down. A strangled yell left your throat as you took him in. His hands gripping your hips tightly as you finally sunk all the way. He took it upon himself to move the both of you so you laid back on the couch with him on top of you. You kissed him again as you adjusted to him. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms went around his neck.

After a minute his hips pulled back slowly and you buried your face in his neck. He sunk back into you and repeated the movements a few times before moving faster. You began to mewl and moan in his ear which spurred him on. His hips moved faster and connected harder with yours making you arch your back into him. His groans and moans slowly turned into grunts and growls making your core twitch and tighten around him. His teeth suddenly went into your shoulder and you yelled out his name as you tightened even harder around him. His jaw tightened and he let out an animalistic growl low in his chest at the feeling. His breath was quick and it came out in snorts through his nose.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the sounds he made and his sharp thrusts into you. When he re adjusted his jaws grip on your shoulder and lifted your leg hooking his arm under your knee to keep it up. You knew you were done for. Your hands clawed at his back and dug in when the coil in you finally snapped. Your whole body siezed up and your mouth opened in a silent scream. As you squeezed him he finally came undone. His hips met your's one final time as he let go into you.

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The next day Bud called Seth asking if he wanted to get lunch with him. "Yeah sure be there in a bit." You had fallen asleep on top of him on the couch and his voice rumbling in his chest woke you. "Hey sleepy you wanna go eat with Bud?" His voice was deeper from sleep. You sat up, the blanket that was covering you slipping down your back. He admired your body as you stretched and yawned. " I'll take that as a yes." You got up and got dressed. He kissed your neck as he held you from behind, his hands sitting on your abdomen. You both got dressed and left for the diner. When you pulled up to the little diner you looked over at Seth, your eyes caught on the hickeys that littered his skin. You reached over and brushed your fingers along his neck. He turned to look at you questioningly when he caught sight of the marks he left on your skin. Pride swelled in his chest at the thought of you being claimed by him. Each mark on your skin telling everyone that you were his now.

You snapped out of your thoughts and hopped out of your car Seth following right behind you. Entering the diner you looked around till you saw Bud waving at you. You grabbed Seth's hand and made your way over to Bud's table. When you sat down you heard Bud's astonished voice. "Woah.. you two have fun last night?" You blushed like mad and held onto Seth's arm. "Well don't leave me hanging here how was it?" You looked at Bud's grinning face. "Good really good." That was all you could say through your embarrassment. Seth nodded his head vigorously in agreement. You reached up and kissed Seth on the cheek instinctually. Nuzzling under his jaw affectionately. "Alright lovebirds let's order some food."

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