#i'll probably just add onto this one in the future

[eyebagshawty]

Is It Really You? (Part 1)

Pairing: Astarion x Spawn!Reader

Summary: While Astarion is roaming the streets for Cazador's next meal, he stumbles upon someone crying near the edge of the lower city. Turns out, you wouldn't be a worthy victim, and you're a lot closer to him than you may imagine.

Song Inspo: Is It Really You? By Loathe

Warnings: Canon-typical violence/cruelty, mentions of abuse, mentions of trauma, NSFW (18+ ONLY), Cazador is his own warning

Other Tags: Slow burn, eventual smut, fem!Reader, soulmates

A/N: Hello! I wanted to make a self indulgent first installment to this playlist event I’ve got linked below. This will probably be more than 2 parts. I'd love to create a tag list if folks are interested, but alas I do not know how. If you would like to be tagged in future updates, please comment below or message me and I'll make sure to add you.

Part 2 Part 3

Your dagger sliced through the belly of a dead sheep, your hands immediately moving to inspect the entrails. While magic in Faerûn was quite advanced, nobody had succeeded in finding out how to perfectly see the future. This meant that most had to resort to unusual forms of divination, such as haruspicy. This involved the sacrifice of an animal, inspecting the entrails, and speaking to the god that blessed one with this ‘talent’.

Your thumb rolled over the small intestine, causing your eyes to roll back into your skull. “Well girl, what do you see? Say it,” Cazador hissed, his nails digging into the sides of your throat. The dark lady, Shar, whispered into your thoughts.

“Lady Jannath will agree to your request to meet, you will acquire 6 spawn,” you mumbled, your mouth dry and lips trembling. Your head reeled as your eyes rolled back into place, your vision a little blurred as you got your bearings. You were so hungry, but you knew the vision wasn’t good enough to acquire more than a rat.

“And what of the deal?” His nails clenched harder, just breaking the skin of your neck. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, fear nestling into the depths of your stomach.

“The dark lady knows nothing of the deal. The shadows were too great to understand if you would gain control over the area. All she told me is that you will keep the power you have now at least, my lord.” You choked out. With the grasp he had on your neck, he threw your head into the sacrificial table in front of you. You crumbled to the ground, hands immediately covering your head in defense. “Please my lord, I am hungry. It is all she allowed me to see I beg of you.” He tugged you by your hair onto your knees and bent down so that both of you were eye level with one another. You felt the all too familiar intrusion of your mind, your every vulnerable thought being exposed to him. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him; his thumb traced the ridge and squeezed it when he had pried all available information from you.

“I see you do not lie. Leave and fetch another animal, something larger. We will do this again, and you will tell me how this deal ends. Once you do, you will be fed.” You stood, and were roughly pushed to the door, feet tripping over each other as you grasped the door frame for support. “Now! Leave. My. Sight,” he hissed, the door slamming closed behind you as you stumbled through the darkness of the castle halls.

Astarion kicked a pebble with his shoe, slowly walking through the quiet streets of the lower city. His goal for tonight was the Elfsong, maybe a lonely human down on their luck and 5 drinks deep. His skin crawled at the thought, disgust with himself, with Cazador, worming it’s way through his veins.

He let his mind drift, thinking about the past 200 years — he at least thought it was around 200 years, but he had honestly lost count around year 5. He was nowhere near the Elfsong, instead walking near the edge of the city near the woods. Cazador surely can’t punish me more if I get his meal back to him an hour late, he thought. His feet stopped in place as he heard sniffling and stifled sobs nearby. He snuck closer, peering around the stone wall of a house, and he saw her.

His heart lurched, feeling a strange pull towards her; he wanted to see her face, maybe comfort her. His nose scrunched up and he averted his gaze. He shouldn’t be doing this, he needed to stick to the plan lest he end up with Godey for a fortnight. He looked back to her to see her looking straight at him, eyes the same color of red as his with her fangs peeking through in her shocked expression.

Warmth flooded his body as he stared at her. He had heard about true vampire mates from Dalyria whenever she gabbed on and on as he tried to fall into a trance. Could she be his? No, she can’t be. You’re just a spawn. This couldn’t possibly happen to you, you imbecile. He shook his head free from all thought and walked over to the bench she sat on. “Is this seat taken?”

If you had the blood to blush, you’re sure your face would be beet red. You’d never seen another spawn while out in the city, nevertheless the castle. Cazador only ever allowed you to interact with Leon, the longest favored spawn waiting hand and foot on his ‘cherished’ haruspex. You looked up into his eyes, the same wine red color, and you felt warmth flood through your cold skin and a tug at your unbeating heart. You nodded and patted the space next to you.

He sat with very little distance next to you, and glanced down at the wolf below you. He looked over your features more and noticed the fresh scratches and dirt covering your form. “Forgive me for asking… but were you fighting a wolf?” You let out a defeated chuckle.

“I’m the haruspex for our lordship. The vision Shar granted me tonight wasn’t to his liking so he sent me searching for a better, more sentient animal,” you looked down to the cobblestones below you, sighing weakly, “I’m not sure the vision will change. I can’t control what she tells me, which probably means no food for a month until his next request.”

Astarion placed a hand on your shoulder, scowling at the same ground. A shock raced through both of your bodies at the contact, jumping lightly. “You don’t deserve that. I’m sorry,” as he spoke, a thought entered his mind. “How come I’ve never seen you before? Surely I would have recognized your face you’re…” he trailed off. Your head tilted in question, waiting for him to continue. “Beautiful.”

You smiled at his quiet admission, looking over to his stark white curls, his pointed ears, his gaunt but perfectly sharp cheekbones. “He keeps me next to his personal quarters. I’ve never been allowed to see another spawn except for Leon, who oversees my practices and brings me the occasional rat— or cat if I’m lucky. We’ve become quite close. Well, as close as we can be with Godey’s supervision.” You heard a light growl at that. “I don’t love him of course, I’ve kind of lost any hope for that kind of relationship since I was turned,” you quickly assured, not wanting Astarion to get the wrong idea. You’d only just met him, you didn’t even know his name, but you felt deep down that you wanted to please him. “I also think you’re quite beautiful,” you whispered, looking to the sky in shy embarrassment.

Astarion didn’t understand why his stomach filled with rage when you spoke of being close to Leon. He wanted you to be close with him. He wanted to learn everything about you; what you loved, what you hated, who you were before this new life. He slid his palm from your shoulder to your hand, stroking your thumb gently as you looked back to him. “What’s your name?” He asked, already knowing it would be the most beautiful word to flutter from his lips.

You gave your name to him, your eyelids becoming hooded as you slowly leaned closer to him. He smiled and fully intwined your fingers.

“Astarion.” His lips met yours, and the tugging at your heart strained even more, an inseparable bond being created. You reached your free hand to his curls, pushing one behind his ear. As your finger stroked across the shell of his ear he let out a breathy moan into your mouth. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

He knew that you were his; his true mate.

He nipped softly at your lips and pulled away reluctantly. You both stared at each other with eyes full of adoration and soft, tender love in the mix. You smiled and cupped his cheek, eyes never leaving his. “Tell me about yourself, Astarion.”

He looked off to the side. “Hmm… well. Before all of this, I was a magistrate. There’s not much I remember except for that,” he sighed softly and you stroked his cheek with your thumb, encouraging him to continue. “I was attacked in an alleyway, beaten within an inch of my life. Cazador found me, offered help and more, and I took it. Now I’m here, I’ve been here for quite a while. 200 years perhaps. Seducing, silencing, and bringing back unaware victims for Cazador to consume. It’s monstrous,” he snarled.

“I don’t think you’re a monster,” you mumbled, searching his eyes which softened before you. “I think you’re just trying to get by. Same as me, same as Leon, same as all of the others. I think people often forget that spawn are victims to him just as anybody else. Sure, the longer end of the stick, but we’re all grasping at the same one.” He leaned into your hand, nuzzling your palm with his cheek.

“My dear, you might be the only one who sees that. But nevertheless, thank you. Now, enough about me. Tell me about yourself,” he gently smiled, rubbing your lower back with the hand wrapped around your waist.

“Well I don’t remember much of my family, but I remember my mother. Not her face, or anything specific, but how she made me feel. She made me feel so loved, supported. I cried a lot after I was turned. Because all I felt was this loss for her,” you sniffled a bit mentioning her, and Astarion squeezed your waist in a comforting gesture. “He must have loved me in his own fucked up way, because the next day I was bathed, dressed, and taken to a mother superior of Shar to learn haruspicy. It’s been about 350 years since that day, but I remember it like it was just this morning.”

He quirked his brow and the corners of his mouth turned downward. His concern flooded through your chest. “What do you mean by ‘loved’?” You filled with shame and broke eye contact with him. You maneuvered his arms from around you and stood, worry flashing across Astarion’s face. You motioned him over to undo the laces of your simple blood red gown. “If you also have one of his poems I wouldn’t be sur-“ his breath hitched as he took in the state of your back.

Near every inch of skin was marked by Cazador, each bite mark, bruise, and scratch in various stages of healing. “I don’t know if I would call it true love, he’s completely insane about me speaking to anyone. That’s why I can only talk to Leon, someone he knows wouldn’t turn their back on him. He’s tried to… be with me a couple of times. Each time I turn him down it’s a week in the dungeon.”

The emotional pain radiated off of you into Astarion’s heart. He could feel the pain of his mate, how she had been used. He brought her to his chest and wrapped a protective arm around her back, the pain being replaced with pure hate. “I want to get you away from him. I don’t want him to touch you ever again,” he growled. He buried his face in your hair and kissed your head. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. As long as you’ll have me.” He nuzzled the spot that he kissed.

You looked up into his love filled eyes timidly. “Astarion, I want that too, but I truly don’t know you very well. I don’t know why I feel so strongly for you, like I was made for you, but strangely I’m falling for you. I want to see where this goes first. And I don’t think Cazador will ever give up on finding me if I’m gone.”

He kissed your neck again and rubbed your sides. “You should ask Leon about true mates, without Godey if you can,” he mumbled as he looked to the sky. The blackness of the night had faded to a dark blue. He needed you to get back to the palace safely; the sun would rise soon. “Darling, we must go.”

Your head popped up, gasping at the lightness of the night sky. You let him take you back to the palace, frantically running away from the early morning Baldurian sun, the dead wolf cradled in your other arm. You were now a block away from the palace. Astarion took your wrist and nipped it. Your heart lurched in its place from the bond and you felt it might snap in two from how tight it had gotten. “Astarion… when will I see you again?” You looked frantically to the castle and then back to him, your worries being calmed ever so slightly by seeing him before you.

“Whenever the time is right, make sure Shar obscures one of your visions. I hunt for him every night. I will wait at the Elfsong tavern every night to see you again my love.” He kissed you fervently, lips moving affectionately with yours. He squeezed your hand and let it go. “Now go on darling, I would never forgive myself if you got punished for being out too late.” You walked backwards toward the palace, only breaking eye contact with your mate when you looked up to the window, clutching the wolf’s body tighter to your chest as you saw Cazador looking down to you in the courtyard from a tall window in his quarters. Astarion was just out of eye view from him and mouthed, “I’ll be right behind you, my sweet.” He was less scared of the punishment he would be receiving later, as he finally had something — someone — that was his.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion #18+ content #bg3 #bg3 astarion #slow burn #angst #astarion ancunin #soulmates #astarion x tav #astarion romance #fanfic #bg3 smut

[oleander-nin]

Horrortober Day 30- Lonely(Yandere Rise Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: Another one I'll probably try to rewrite, although I'm not sure what more to add. Maybe emotion. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Anger, destroying things out of anger, hinted future bloodshed, kidnapping, dark themes, yan themes

Words: 775

Summary: You left, and it drives Donnie mad

Donnie shifts in his bed, his gut telling him something was wrong. He feels around his bed for you, his heart racing as his eyes open. You were gone. The spot you last were wasn’t even warm, the sheets that once covered you messed and strewn about. Donnie jolts up and moves from his bed, patting the blankets down in hopes to feel you buried under. Not finding you in the mess of sheets, he rushes from his room and moves around the lab, calling your name and searching every nook and cranny. His eyes land on the open lab door and his heart sinks, his hands shaking as he wakes up SHELLDON and sends him off to search for you as well.

It takes painstakingly long, but Donnie ends up searching the entire lair top to bottom three times. Not a single inch was unaccounted for, and more importantly, neither were you. Donnie sits in front of his computers in his lab, seething. You ran. He took such good care of you, and you ran. Donnie shoves the half-finished tracking collar off his desk, regretting not setting you up with the subcutaneous trackers he had for the rest of his family. He curses his want for you to be special, to make something just for you. He should’ve been more careful, shouldn’t have fallen for your lies and your words. You were too willing, and he shouldn’t have believed it was from mutual love.

Donnie pushes his chair from the desk and stands up, screaming out in anger. His heart was throbbing, fury bright in his eyes while shoves cabinets to the ground and listens to the clatter of his tools being thrown against walls. He stays away from his projects, not wanting to destroy his life's work in his fit of rage. His fists clench at his side as he stares down at the mess he made, his tools scattered and shelves emptied onto the floor. He stands there for a moment, just letting his anger roll through him in waves, not trying to calm it at all. You had betrayed him. You ran, despite promising him your heart.

Donnie turns back to his computers, righting the chair and settling into it as he frantically starts to look through everything he could to find you. He gains access to cameras around town, his eyes taking in screen for barely a second before flipping to the next, running your name through databases to see if you had tried to call or book anything in the hours you ran. He searches the files of all the local police stations, looking for any new visits or files that contain you.

Each station was an annoyance to look through, every file having its own access key he needed to break through. He reopens the cameras on his other monitor, glancing at them while he painstakingly searches through every single folder they had online. He clenches his hand as he stares at the dozens of drives he needed to get through, his heart pounding both from anger and the annoyance of needing to cover his tracks lest he get caught.

It takes him what feels like hours, but he finally gets to the last police within a walkable distance in the time you’ve been gone, his eyes flicking back and forth between the cameras open and the files he’s decoding. He pauses when he sees the door to the precinct open, his chair swiveling as he moves to face the screen better. Through the grainy cameras the police station held, he could make you out. You were barefoot and only wearing Donnie’s clothes, different ones than the pajamas he gave you to sleep in. The sweats and hoodie you stole were baggy, both made to his specifications and you didn’t have a shell to help them fit.

The sight of you walking up to the station desk makes him sick, the woman manning the station looking at you with pity as you shake before her. Donnie slowly stands up, moving through his wrecked lab with a quiet peacefulness. His eyes were focused, determination and anger mixing together to form a dangerous concoction. Donnie pulls on his battle-shell and mans his tech-bō, fully prepared to do anything to get you back. You were coming home, no matter how much blood he had to spill.

Donnie takes one last glance at the cameras, watching you being ushered off into the back of the station, his knuckles lightening in shade as he steams. You would regret leaving him, one way or another. And he would make sure you never could again.

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #donnie #yandere donnie #yandere donatello #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #yandere rise tmnt #yandere tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2018 #donnie x reader #yandere donnie x reader #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #donatello x reader #yandere donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader

[theflamingtrash]

GENLOSS THEORY TIME

what if the main cause of all the occurrences in generation loss was caused by some kind of nuclear disaster?

Just hear me out okay?

Evidence 1:

A lot of the Genloss OST has some kinda clicking noise that sounds a lot like a Geiger counter in the back of it, however it's just the songs that can be associated with hetch/showfall and the portal that was on the starting soon of episode 1 (example below)

Evidence 2:

The door that the genloss twitter posted is described as a "submarine or bunker door", ranboo confirmed it's not a submarine, meaning there's a good chance it's some kind of bunker? Why would there be a bunker in generation zero? Some kind of nuclear incident.

Evidence 2.5:

Adding onto that, there was a fallout shelter sign in the trailer for generation 1 episode 2, and it didn't get any further elaboration for it? It's a really weird thing to focus on with no kind of elaboration in the episode at all

Evidence 3:

The dimension doors in episode 1 of TSE are very apocalyptic like, the first door having that weird mysterious noise with it, the red sky in the second one, hell Ranboo described the third, unused door as "getting nuked"

Evidence 4:

Just think about the name "lostfield" for me with the potential of nuclear apocalypse in mind, what's the easiest way to lose a field (probably a town or city tbh), a nuclear explosion of some kind?

Evidence 5:

Apparently large amounts of radiation breaks down and destroys VHS tapes, increasing the rate of generation loss, which Ranboo has actually previously stated he's researched before (however I don't know where the clip is, sorry)

So, what's my current working theory?

So there's the portals that brought us to generation 1, based on the OST for that part of the stream being called "the holding portal" and in the game on the genloss website the red orb behind the dumpster working like a portal. I think that the founder, trying to make one of these portals in lostfield, messed up at some point, and caused some kind of nuclear incident, aka the Lostfield incident, a bunch of VHS's were in Lostfield and they all went through generation loss. They're the VHS' we're watching

I may discover more evidence in the future for this however for now that's all I can think of, so I'll add more as I think of it, and if you've read to here, thanks for reading, it means a lot that you like to listen to my dumb ramblings :D

#ranboo #generation loss #generation loss theory

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

New series idea: analysing my favourite (underrated) lines from Six of Crows

I feel like I haven't given you any analysis in a while, and I've had this idea for some time now so I thought it was worth giving it a try. This is going to be a list of my personal favourite quotes in Chapter 2 of Six of Crows with explanation/analysis for any that I have an explanation/analysis for - but if a famous or popular quote isn't included then it's not because I don't like it, it's just because I don't feel I have anything new to add to the existing analyses around it. And yeah, if you guys like this then I'll make it a more regular thing and go through chapter by chapter (probably sometimes including multiple chapters in one post), so let me know what you think!

(Also, I chose to start with Chapter 2 on purpose because I don't have loads to say about Chapter 1, but if anyone is interested I'm open to trying it in the future)

"every favour came with enough strings attached to stage a puppet show" - ugh words cannot explain my love of this quote. Not only is this a gorgeous and vibrant metaphor that brings forth very clear imagery, it also achieves two different concepts relating to the idea of the "puppet show". Firstly, we have the idea that Kaz is the puppet master and Ketterdam is his stage; he is in complete control, he can bend the city to his whims, and it's ultimate his say that can make or break someone. This is definitely the image we're given of Kaz in the opening two chapters, and this singular line really reinforces that, however the rest of the book and many of the descriptions in Crooked Kingdom unravel this view very quickly. This description far better fits Pekka Rollins, which brings me onto the other concept relating to the "puppet show": the question of who it actually is pulling the strings. Arguably Kaz is a puppet on Rollins' stage, and Rollins a puppet on the Merchant Councils'. each has power but each is ultimately at the whims of the other. This brings worth the suggestion that something darker is at play and that there's far more to Kaz than initally meets the eyes before we've even met him, so in short it's just completely and utter genius.

"Kaz hated a puzzle he couldn't solve, and he and Inej had concocted a hundred theories to account for the murder - none of which satisfied" - again, Kaz has thus far said a single line, and not one with a lot of information in it ("Yes and no. It's always good to have a country in debt to you, makes for friendlier negotiations) and yet we know so much about him - and even some details about his relationship with Inej! It even tells us a lot about Inej; we've been presented with a figure heralded as near-omnipotent in his city, someone no-one wants to be on the wrong side of, someone who has complete control over every conversation he has with you, and she is someone with whom he will spend hours trying to solve a riddle? So then, the reader is forced to think, what kind of power does she has? What makes her worthy of his closeness, why does he trust her, and why does she know him well enough to so intimately know his likes and dislikes? Inej hasn't even spoken yet.

"But it didn't feel neutral to Inej. It felt like the hush of the woods before the snare yanks tight and the rabbit starts to scream" - ok most of my enjoyment of this quote is just of the beautiful prose, however I would like to add that all six Crows experienced this sort of 'calm before the storm' leading up to the most painful experiences of their lives - Wylan thinking he could go to music school, Inej at the beach with her parents and calling sleepily to the man she though was her father, Kaz staying at the cafe and meeting Margit and Saskia, Matthias knowing he was going to be a big brother, Jesper seeing his mother for the last time when she picked him up and hugged him even though he was up past his bedtime, Nina feeling that she had purpose and loving the way she could help her country - so this could be considered foreshadowing.

" 'Care to place a wager?' Jesper asked.

'I'm not going to bet on my own death,'

Kaz flipped his hat onto his head and ran his gloved fingers along the brim in a quick saulte. 'Why not Bolliger? We do it every day,' "

"Kaz had done his best to teach her, but she didn't quite have his way with breaking and entering, and it took her a few tries to finesse the lock" - my main source for liking this quote comes from an analysis I did a while ago when someone asked me about comapring this quote and Kaz's self-proclaimed "shoddy job" of teaching her to pick locks. It's a while since I posted that so I'll run through it here briefly, basically it's very indicative of their relationship dynamic. Whilst both place the other on a pedestal, they do it in different ways, and Kaz particularly often glorifies Inej and almost finds it difficult to accept that she, like anyone, must be flawed. So if she fails at something, like picking locks as well as he can, and she cannot possibly be flawed then the error must be in his teaching - it can never be with her. It's also a glaring example of Kaz's self-destructive nature. My other reason for liking this quotes is just that it once again tells us about the characters so early on and without having to directly explain it to us - we know Kaz is good with locks because he tried to teach Inej and she isn't as good as him, but she still manages to get it open.

' "I'm a business man,' he'd told her, 'No more, no less,'

'You're a thief, Kaz,'

'Isn't that what I just said?' " - I ADORE this, but honestly all I can say for analysis is that it sums up the entire theme of the novels beuatifully.

"Now he looked like some kind of priest come to preach to a group of circus performers" - this sets up a great parallel that I've mentioned before in one of my "little details you might have missed/forgotten" posts, but it's also interesting to have it come from Inej's perspective since she's incredibly religious and performed as a travelling acrobat with her family. It's probably drawn from personal experience, someone in dark clothes who judges the brightness of Suli traditional clothing and/or culture and tries to preach religion to a group who've already long found it because they don't align with thier idea of religion. It's even possible that she links that idea with Kaz, not because of his actions but because he's from a country that has perversely sexualised and condemned her culture and he dresses like the rich merchants who would preach this exact kind of message - and possibly even have visited her at the Menagerie, where she was forced to appropriate her own heritage and way of life for the enjoyment of those who look down it with no reason for doing so.

"Inej pitied the boy who might die alone with no one to comfort him in his last hours or who might live and spend his life as an exile. But the night's work wasn't over yet, and the Wraith didn't have time for traitors" - this is one of the few but fabulous examples we get of the idea that "Inej" and "the Wraith" are separate entities; Inej being the girl she was, the girl she should have been, and the Wraith being a creation of necessity to aid survival. Inej is a religious young woman from Ravka who has been through far more than she should have done, but the Wraith was born and raised on the blood-soaked streets of Ketterdam and has every intention of surviving them - no matter the cost. This concept is only mentioned a few times, however it runs a beautiful parallel with the distinction between Kaz Rietveld and Kaz Brekker, or Kaz and Dirtyhands depending on how you look at it.

Ok I realise this is a pretty long post but thanks for reading it if you got this far, and I really enjoyed making this so please let me know if you guys would enjoy seeing more. And, in summary, Leigh Bardugo is a genius

#grishaverse #leigh bardugo #six of crows #crooked kingdom #inej ghafa #nina zenik #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kanej #wesper #helnik #soc meta #six of crows analysis #six of crows meta #soc analyst

[kittyball23]

What cover songs do you hope Brozone and/or the Royal Sisters do in the future? Both as individuals, duos or as a group?

Ooo! I got a few I think could work (though for some the lyrics will have to be slightly adjusted of course)

Time to Change originally from the Brady Bunch, it’s about growing up n stuff, plus its supposed to be a six-parter (easily can be made to a 7-parter for BroZone and the Pop Sisters), plus Trolls has featured Brady Bunch music before (Sunshine Day)

Hips Don’t Lie originally by Shakira and Wyclef Jean by Cliva, as it’s about dancing (and per my headcanon Clay’s the best BroZone dancer) plus it’s a duet

Home originally sang by the chipmunks in Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Road Chip, a six-parter that can also be made into a 7-parter and has a portion of the song sung by just the boys, one by just the girls, and then both together

We Are Family sang by Keke Palmer and the cast of Ice Age: Continental Drift, which had a variety of lyrics that were sang by different characters

Pretty Girls originally by Britney Spears and Iggy Azalea by the Pop Sisters (bonus if its sung at Branch and Clay lol)

Eleanor Rigby originally by the Beatles by Floyd (because this is the song I thought he was going to sing in the movie since it has "Lonely People" lyrics in it too. Fr though, I think an acoustic cover by Troye Sivan would sound beautiful)

Dynamite originally by BTS by BroZone (I was holding onto a thread of hope months ago that this song would be in the movie, it’s one of my favorites from BTS)

ABC originally by the Jackson Five by BroZone (I was also holding out for this song in the movie)

Surfin’ USA originally by the Beach Boys by BroZone (for when they’re having fun on Vacay Island)

Feels Like Love originally by the Cheetah Girls in their third movie One World, and since it’s about couples it could probably be Broppy, Cliva, and probably even Sprandy

Macarena originally by Los Del Rio by BroZone and the Pop Sisters (I know it’s overused in media, but I picture it going like the Animaniacs version😂)

These are the ones I could think of off the top of my head, not sure for what situations they would apply though, but I'm sure it can be figured out 😌 If I think of more, I'll definitely add onto this ^_^

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #brozone #branch trolls #poppy trolls #viva trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #dreamworks #thanks for the ask! #kittyball answers

[nogenderbee]

Chapstik challange with Akito, Toya, Tsukasa, Rui

TagList: @bleachtheidiot - come get your boys~

@vodka-glrl - come get your ginger tsundere~

@miya-akane - come get your ginger tsundere and calm coffee lover~

@alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

⊱ when you first suggested that to Akito, he told you that it's stupid and he won't even try it

⊱ although with enough forcing asking, he'll finally agree, not thinking much of it which he regrets later

⊱ once you get all the chopsticks ready, he realizes that he'll have to kiss you to guess the flavor and he does his best to not start blushing

⊱ he'll actually do his best and tries to guess it accurately but somehow he just can't focus on the flavor because of how emberrassed it is

⊱ you can give him the easiest flavor and he'll say something completely different

⊱ if he looses too much, he'll definitely say that he doesn't want to play anymore and the two of you should simply so something else

"It must be mango, right?"

"It's strawberry..."

"This game is stupid! Let's go out and not do this stupid challange!"

⊱ if he feels determinated today tho, he'll actually keep trying his best but will eventually give up on 3rd try either way

⊱ if you ever mention it, he'll say that he doesn't remember anything like that or that it was once and he was just tired

⊱ Toya at first doesn't even know what it is but once he hears it, he agrees out of curiosity

⊱ he doesn't look when you apply or prepare chopsticks since he doesn't want to cheat

⊱ the thought of kissing you to win isn't really emberrassing to him, he thinks it's normal for couples to kiss and if it has to do with fun game then he'll kiss you even happier

⊱ he's surprisingly really good at guessing flavors, you literally can give him the most hardest and complicated flavor, and he'll guess it by just one smooch

"Is it raspberry-mint soda candy flavor?"

"Uh... yeah... how did you got it?! Are you cheating?"

"I just recognized the taste."

⊱ he's really being honest about it so just add some extra kisses for this boy as a reward for playing fair and winning

⊱ he'll actually tell about his experience himself if someone asks him since he doesn't have anything to be ashamed of

⊱ he'll definitely ask you someday after that if you want to repeat this little game

⊱ Tsukasa hears about it but was never really interested in rules and how it works so he also doesn't know what it is at first

⊱ once you explain it to him tho, he's a little flustered but still decided to do it because true star never rejects a challange

⊱ once you start getting chopstick ready, he's getting nervous

⊱ and when it's finally time for him to kiss you, his face is in all shades of red

⊱ he kisses you so fast that he probably can't even recognize the taste but still says that it's enough for him

"Umm... is it... watermelon?"

"No... that's totally not it. Do you want to have another taste?"

"No! No! No! Let's just move onto the next one! Or maybe we should go out instead?"

⊱ he suggests ending challange and instead going out somewhere after first chopstick, not because he didn't liked kissing you, he's just too flustered to keep doing it

⊱ if you continue tho, he'll try to win at least one since a true star should win but after some loosing, he gives up

⊱ this little flirt knows well what it is and what's it about, in fact Rui probably suggests it himself

⊱ but if you ask him that first, he'll immediately agree with iconic smirk on his face

⊱ he really doesn't guess a single bit what the flavor is and goes complete opposite way

⊱ although fact that he doesn't tell you correct answer doesn't mean that he doesn't know it

⊱ truth is, he recognizes the flavor immediately but just decided to not tell you and instead ask you for more kisses so he can finally guess correctly

"It's lemon, right?"

"It's completely not it! I'll maybe give your easier flavor..."

"No need, I'll get it eventually. Just let's kiss once more and see if this time I'll be able to figure it out!"

⊱ he kisses you for so long that it's basically impossible that he couldn't taste it well

⊱ if you catch him tho, he'll admit it without any shame saying that since it's figure out, you might as well keep kissing

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[pebblethestone]

Far too Close ²

Astarion x GN Tiefling Reader

Summary - Astarion bugs you until you you agree to help him learn how to shoot with a bow as well as making arrows

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A/n - soo uh I've been very busy, but I got bg3 a couple days ago and it's great, so this part is about using a bow and I know nothing about bows so if I have anything wrong I apologise

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As you sit across from the campfire for the heat of the warm fire in the cold of the night, your eyes fall onto your quiver seeing as it was low on arrows as you grab your bag next to your digger for your tools as well as some pieces of flint that you've collected along the way in a small pouch.

Taking a piece of flint as you chip pieces off bit by bit to create the shape of the arrowhead as you get the shape, you grab another tool to help make it more jagged and then add a notch so you can tie it onto the wood shaft, picking up wooden shaft you already made as you put a split into the top, putting the arrowhead in and grabbing the string you have in your bag.

tying it into place making sure it's stable and sturdy as you grab some feathers you found on the ground tying them on as well, as you carry on making a few more feeling the time fly by as you almost finish the last one you hear a voice from behind you. Recognising the voice as soon as you hear it as you turn your head to look at him and then back to finishing your last arrow.

"Well, hello there darling you up later than normal" he says as he comes closer now next to you as he watches you make the arrow.

"I must of not have realised, I was too busy" you say your eyes look up at him next to you as he looks at you from where he is standing and by the looks of it he wants to ask you for something.

"What is it that you want?" You say with a raised eyebrow as you finish the arrow putting it down next to the other ones. Crossing your arms over your chess.

"Well I was wondering, maybe you could show me how to use that bow of yours as you seem to be skilled at using it," he says to you his red eyes watching you.

"You want to know how to use a bow?" You asked confused as you grabbed the arrows put them into the quiver neatly and added up the arrows, 4 to 9 arrows now, just need to make sure you take the arrows back after using them, your eyes looking at Astarion.

"Yes, I want you to teach me how to use it, it may be useful in the future," he says as he takes hold of your bow as he looks at the details of words in a different language and patterns painted across it and chips of gold.

"I'll think about it for now though, it's quite late and I think that rest is needed" you say as you take the bow off of Asterion locking eyes with him as you take it grabbing your bag and quiver as you turn to head off to your tent for a long rest for tomorrow, as you walk into it you put your your stuff down on the ground before changing into something more comfortable to sleep in.

The next morning

Feeling the sunlight hitting you through the light fabric of your tent you lift your hand, putting it over your face to block the light as you roll to the side with a sigh knowing that you should probably get up and ready for the day.

Deciding that it was probably best to get up and grab something to eat before you started to help the others. Grabbing your gear as you start putting it on.

Opening your tent as you see Gale giving him a little smile as you walk past him, heading towards the basket of fruit for a small snack to eat, taking an apple and taking a bite out of it. Looking around as you see that some are still sleeping in their tents, you guess since you can see them anywhere.

Everyone agreed that we were to have a couple of day's break to rest since we had been on the move nonstop for a while.

"So have you thought about showing me how to use that bow, darling?" You hear from behind you, Turning around, give him a pointed look.

"Fine, but you better not be a pain in my back" you say with a sigh you know that he will keep asking if you say so might as well say yes and teach him.

"What a delight, when shall we begin?" He asks you with a smirk, his eyes look over you.

"We'll begin in a couple of hours because it's too early in the morning to teach you," you say to him as he gives you a nod and you walk over to your tent to do a little light reading beforehand.

You get up from where you are sitting and you look for Astarion your eyes travelling around looking at where his tent is you see him standing in front of it reading a book about something, walking over to him as his ears twitch a little as he hears you food steps looking up from his book to see you.

"Well it's about time, you showed up," he says in a teasing tone as you glare at him.

"Do you want me to teach you or not?" You ask your bow in hand as you as your quiver sits on the side of your hip.

"Well it was quite boring waiting, but that doesn't matter now, shall he begin" he says as he avoids your words.

"Fine then let's go, I know a place where I can teach you," you say as you turn around and start heading towards the oak forest, Astarion following after you.

Getting to the forest you follow a path leading towards a quiet part of the forest with a running stream flowing by.

"So how long till we get there? It seems we're quite deep in the woods" you hear Astarion say next to you.

"Well we are actually here this is where I'll be showing you, it's quiet and the type of environment that you would be hunting for animals' you say explaining why here.

"Now watch how I use my bow. We are aiming for that dead tree stump over there," you say, pointing out over it a bit away from the both of you.

"Alright am sure I'll be able to do it" he says as you get into position keeping your chin down and grabbing an arrow holding the main part of the bow just lower than the middle as you rest the arrow against the side of the bow, placing the end onto the string and pulling it back steady till you hand touches your cheek and you release it as it flies into the air landing in the dead tree stump.

"That was quite impressive, I must say," Astarion said as he watched what you did. You take a look at him as you hand your bow to him as well as an arrow.

"You show me how you shoot with a bow, so I can see what you can do to improve it" you say as he takes the bow and arrow from your grip.

Watching as he takes hold of the bow, his grip is too tight, he is not in the right position, his posture is too slouched and his chin is lifted as he pulls back the string arrow falling out of place as he pulls it back not as far as his cheek.

He releases the string as the arrow flies into the air landing on the ground a couple of feet from the target. Watching his face scrunch up annoyed.

"No need to get annoyed Astarion, you will not get it on your first try, try again and I'll help this time," you say with a little laugh as he glares at you. Handing him another arrow as he does the same as before holding the arrow in place.

"You are standing wrong and you need to fix that posture, look at how I stand and try and copy that, alright?" You say as he nods at you watching as you get into the right position as he copies you.

"Now that you are standing in the right position try and put the arrow in place," you say watching him again as you walk up closer to him his chin still lifted, as you step close you lift your hand up and gently push his head down. His eyes move to look at you.

"Now you need to relax your grip on the bow you are holding it too tightly," you say as he relaxes his grip.

"Now pull the string back with the arrow" he pulls it back but not as far as his cheek, taking hold of his hand you pull it further back so it's near his cheek.

"You need to pull the string up to your cheek so your arrow would land where your eyes would be looking, now try again," you say as you step away from him as he releases the string, the arrow landing much closer this time, watching him as his lip tug up into a little smile.

"Now try again, you should get a hang of it soon" you say as he tries again.

After about 5 tries of missing and almost getting it, as he tries his 6th time the arrow hits the target as he breaks I to a smile, as you give him a clap on the back.

"Looks like you finally managed to do it Astarion" you say with a smile.

"Well I wouldn't be able to do it with your help of course darling, which i will thank you for dearly, i shall return a favour soon enough" he says Turing to look at him with a little glint in his eyes.

"We should head back to camp, it's getting late now" you say looking at the sky dark blue as stars dotting the sky.

"I'll show you how to make a bow and some arrows when we have the time to do so" giving him a small smile as he looks at him.

"That would be lovely darling,"

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#astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 #bg3 astarion #x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x mc

[angrelysimpping]

Can I request a full thing with m!Whitney and m!Kylar actually working together because that ask just 👀👀👀

Hhhhhhh i know what this ask was referencing but I cannot for the life of me find the post. If I find it at some point, I'll add the link but until then, sorry! ><"

Contents: AMAB Whintey (he/him); AMAB Kylar (he/him); GN Reader (you/you, they/them); drugging; noncon; abduction; penetrative sex, reader receiving; oral sex, reader giving; multiple partners

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"Fancy meeting you here, slut.”

You nearly drop your bag at Whitney’s voice. It was nearing six, birds chirping away, morning fog creeping across the ground, yet to get burned away. The bully didn’t really strike you as a morning person, one of the reasons you had decided to slip out of town before noon. In theory, you wouldn’t run into anyone you knew. 

Your theory was incorrect, apparently.

You try to collect yourself, plastering on a smile as you look at the bully. “Wh-Whitney! Didn’t think you were an early bird.” 

Mentally, you kick yourself for the stutter, but he doesn’t seem to catch it as he slings a strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close to his side.

“C’mon,” he grunts, not even bothering to wait for you to agree with him, starting to drag you along. "We've got somewhere to be."

Your heart sinks. "Somewhere" with Whitney probably meant you on your knees in some dark alley so Whitney could make a quick buck. You didn't have that kinda time. The bus you needed to catch out of town would leave, with or without you on it. You'd waited too long, made too many plans, to let that fall through now. 

You duck out from under Whitney's arm, holding onto your bag tightly as the bully swipes at you. 

“Sorry, but I have to-”

“Skip town. Yeah, yeah. We know already.”

You freeze, body going cold. Skip town? How did Whitney-?

His arm wraps back around your shoulders, tight around your neck, as he starts walking again. You’re too stunned to do much but walk with him. 

You hadn't told anyone. Not a single soul. It’d hurt keeping a secret like this to yourself, never sharing it with anyone. Not even Robin, whispering with them late into the night, knowing you had plans to leave. It had burned, behind your eyes and the back of your throat, as the other orphan clung to you and talked softly into the night about the future. A future where the two of you had taken the orphanage from Bailey, made things better.

A future you knew you’d never see, bus routes shining bright in your mind's eye as Robin talked of renovating the old orphanage. 

Hell, you hadn’t even said it out loud, afraid of somehow jinxing it. The closest you’d ever got to writing it down were scribbled equations, trying to work out how much you needed to make and how fast you could make it. A single slip of paper that you then shredded. 

Bailey may have done a shit job in raising you, but the paranoia they’d instilled in you had come in handy from time to time.

As Whitney starts to take you down an alley, you try to wiggle out of his hold. You don’t really succeed, the bully snarling as he shoves you into the cold alley wall. 

“Behave,” he growls, caging you against the wall with his arms, body pressing against yours. Eyes going wide, you shrink in on yourself. Whitney has done a lot of fucked up things to you, and you’ve never taken it laying down. You’d fight him off in the halls, throw shit back at him in class. Sure, you might have fooled around with him a few times, sucked him off in the bathroom or rode him in the park, but that was something else — your own self-destruction and giving into impulse.

This wasn’t that. No matter how Whitney hurt you, he never seemed so…serious. Not like now, expression dark and eyes intense. 

“You can do this easy way or the hard way,” the bully continues, “I really don’t care.”

When you don’t move, don’t try to push him away, he smiles, shoulders relaxing a bit. 

“Good slut,” he murmurs, and you hate how heat rushes to your face, pools in your gut. You hate this stupid fucking town, hate the person it’s made you into, a person who gets turned on by one of their biggest harassers praising them. 

You duck under Whitney’s arm, sprinting to the closest end of the alley.

You don’t make it far, Whitney’s arms around your middle and lifting you into the air. 

“Let go!” Your shout comes out as a hiss, air forced from your lungs as he squeezes you. Writing in his grip gets you nowhere, nails digging into his strong arms lost on the bully as he staggers back, taking you with him. 

“Fuck, he was right ‘bout you not coming quietly.”

Him? It only strikes you now Whitney’s earlier use of the term ‘We’, but you don’t get a chance to think about it. Whitney pins you face first to the alley wall, cheek pressing against the rough surface as you keep squirming, making him struggle to get something from his pocket.

The prick in your neck is almost unnoticeable, but the effects are near instantaneous, your world spinning around you as your body goes slack.

The last thing you see is Whitney pulling out his phone, swearing under his breath as he makes a call. 

-

Your head hurts. 

That's the only thing you can think about — the pain in your head. 

A steady, dull pounding. You can feel it in your teeth, in the back of your eyes. It feels a little like when you took stimulants to help focus on solving the maths competition except worse. At least then you could stumble to bed and curl up. Your limbs feel like lead, unable to move even a single finger no matter how hard you will it. Then there’s your mouth, unbearably dry. Almost like someone had stuffed it full of cotton. 

Some tiny part of you knows that you should worry, that you should panic over how you’re cold and in pain. That part of yourself is small, though, muted and made fuzzy  

"...can't just leave th-them like that!"

Is that Kylar? You try to open your eyes but struggle. Your eyelids feel so heavy. Maybe you should just go back to sleep. Then the pain would be gone, too. 

"Oh, what, you think they should just be able to do whatever? Walk right out the door?"

Whitney was here too? Strange. 

"W-what if they need to use the toilet."

"They can piss themself for all I care, serves 'em right."

"You can't-"

There's a thud and you try again to open your eyes. 

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do."

It takes what feels like a monumental effort, but you finally manage to open your eyes.

It takes even more of an effort not to close them immediately, the world fuzzy and spinning around you. Not the orphanage, you think dimly. Even with your mind muffled, you’d know the orphanage ceiling anywhere and you’re not there. 

“-won’t hurt them.” Kylar’s voice catches your attention, grounds you slightly, the world settling somewhat, if still too bright. Trying to turn your head makes the blood pound in your ears, but you manage it. 

Whitney. Whitney pressing Kylar against an unfamiliar basement wall, sneering, towering over the loner. Saying, snarling really, something, something you can’t hear to Kylar. Something that makes Kylar's expression darken.

The pounding in your ears lessens and you can make out the last of Whtiney’s words.”-not too bad, anyway. Would have left otherwise, jumped on the first bus outta town.”

Kylar’s eyes flick from Whiteny’s face to where you lay, eyes locking onto yours and making your stomach flip. His eyes are bright, hazy. You know that look, the same one that had taken over Kylar’s expression when he’d first declared you as his, pressing a knife to your classmate’s throat in the middle of English class. 

You try to speak but everything is muddled, whatever Whitney had drugged you with still lingering in your system. 

You blink but it must have been longer than just a moment. 

How else would Kylar get on top of you so fast? Nuzzling into your neck, the soft words that pour past Kylar’s lips tinged with a hard edge as he keeps mumbling for you never to leave him. 

Something warm and wet coats your thighs. His cum? You’re not sure. You’re not even sure where your clothes have gone. You’d been wearing them, hadn’t you? Now it’s just the soft fabric of a bed underneath you and the weight of Kylar on top of you. And…something else, something between your legs. 

Whitney. You know it’s Whitney’s doing, know the ache of his cock forcing you open over and over again. You can hear him, swearing under his breath as your body shakes with each of his thrusts, but you can’t see him, Kylar cupping your face so you can’t look away from him. 

Gasping as a calloused hand roughly strokes over your sex, the sound is quickly muffled as Kylar takes it as an invitation to press his mouth to yours, tongue sliding past your lips. It’s now you become aware of the hard cock pressing against your thigh, Kylar rutting against your naked body while Whitney fucks you. With a tiny, high-pitched whine into your mouth, Kylar cums, and something in you knows this is your fate now. Stuck as these two boys plaything.

The low moan of despair that leaves you is mistaken as lust, Kylar giggling as he comes down from his high. “Love you,” he mutters into your neck, arms wrapping around your middle. “Don’t leave me.”

“Us,” Whitney grunts, another harsh thrust making you gasp and shudder in Kylar’s arms. The loner’s eyes narrow, glaring at Whitney, but the bully doesn’t care. He grips your chin, pulling your face away from Kylar’s making you look him in the eyes for the first time since you saw him in that alley.

“You won’t leave. Remember your fucking place.”

There’s something in his eyes that scares you. A similar look to the one you’ve seen in Kylar’s before. You can’t really think about it as Whitney’s cock hits something deep inside you that makes pleasure wash over you, back arching as you moan.

Whitney smirks, “Told you they’d like it.”

It takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to Kylar, dots connecting only as the loner’s breathing hitches at your side. It’s with growing dread that you can feel Kylar’s cock twitching against your thigh, taking an interest again. 

You try to distance yourself, to put space between you and your body. Maybe this was all some kind of sick dream, a far too real feeling dream. You can almost do it, with drugs still lingering in your system. You can tune out Kylar’s mumbled words, Whitney’s sneered comments. You can almost phase out the ache between your legs as Whitney’s cock carves out your insides. 

That semi-blissful state comes to an end as Kylar straddles your chest, cum smeared cock resting against your lips.

“L-love?”

“Responds better to slut.”

Kylar shoots a dark look over his shoulder, making Whitney laugh, before turning back to you. With a trembling hand, Kylar strokes the side of your face, pausing as he feels small cuts from where Whitney had pressed your face into the wall of the alley. “H-he hurt you?”

You want to scream. Whitney was hurting you now, his cock bruising your insides, nails digging into your thighs, but Kylar was focusing on a few scrapes and bruises? “Kylar…” you try to say something, anything, but your tongue feels too thick for your mouth. 

His eyes light up, a wild grin stretching across his face as his thumb glides over your lips. “I-I’ll take care of those,” he says, thin fingers ghosting over the curve of your cheek again before brushing over your mouth again. “J-just, just, p-please?” His cock presses against your lips once more, and you don’t have it in you to refuse. Begrudgingly, you open your mouth as much as you can with your body still feeling unreal, letting Kylar slide his cock into your mouth. 

“You don’t have to ask ‘em shit, idiot,” Whitney grunts from between your legs, but Kylar doesn’t seem to hear him, too entranced by the sight of your lips around his cock. 

Maybe it was because Kylar ignore him, maybe it was because he was just a dick, but Whitney reaches out, cupping Kylar’s balls from behind and giving them a squeeze. 

Kylar squeals, bucking forward into your mouth. You try to relax your throat as best you can but it still hurts, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

“D-don’t-!”

“They like it,” Whitney cuts him off. “Tighten up real good when you fucked their throat. Do it some more and they’ll cum in no time. Then we can switch. That’s what you want, right freak?”

Kylar’s eyes seem to glaze over at the thought of being the one in between your legs, the one fucking into your sore hole. “D-don’t,” Kylar repeated, all venom gone from his voice as he idly rocks his hips forward. “Don’t c-call me th-that.” Whitney doesn’t respond, only breathlessly laughing again as he continues to fuck you. 

The worse part is, Whitney is right. Your body has been trained to crave pain with your pleasure at this point. Between Kylar slowly fucking your mouth and Whitney rearranging your insides, you’re actually starting to feel good. You know it’s a natural reaction, but that doesn’t stop your face from burning when you do cum on Whitney’s cock, moaning on Kylar’s dick as the loaner pants above you. 

“F-fuck.” Kylar presses his hips flush to your face, cum hitting the back of your throat,  and leaving you no choice but to swallow.

Whitney’s not far after, his pace picking up, swearing under his breath as he chases his own end. With a soft sigh, Kylar rolls off you, curling back around you, pressing soft, almost sweet, kisses to your clammy skin as Whitney finally spends himself inside you. 

Whitney says something to Kylar but you can’t hear them, your ears ringing and mind drifting as you try to process your new lot in life. You’re not even sure when they move away from you, bickering amongst themselves. It’s only when Kylar scurries over, holding bandages and a warm washcloth, that you realize Whitney’s left the room. 

“Don’t w-worry, love,” Kylar coos, running the warm cloth between your thighs. “I’ll get you c-cleaned up and b-bring you some f-food, okay?”

You don’t respond, letting your eyes shut as Kylar starts to take care of you.

#tw noncon #tw abduction #tw drugging #cw noncon #cw abduction #cw drugging #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #tw multiple partners #cw multiple partners

[joleneghoul]

Everyone wants the jacket lore do not be silent

Okay obviously this is going to be me rambling on about my own headcanons but also the tiny canon reasons I have these headcanons.

Okay first I'll start off by saying the jacket I personally Always draw Rip in and the one from my design used to belong to Booster during Boosters (short lived) College days.

That being said, It's a jacket that's very...dated and old for the future, so I believe it was from a thrift shop before Booster owned it (so while being in a similar style to futuristic bomber jackets, it lacks that neon bright color scheme that seems to of been popular for Boosters generation.)

Here is just an example of Rip side-by-side to Michelle (who's outfit is based on her introduction in Issue 15 of BG vol 1- post Booster leaving, and post her mothers death). again, that 80s-escque big shouldered, large collar/lapel was in, but the colors are muted and off. I like to think about future fashion trends a lot, how staying on trend in the present is something Booster clearly cares about, how that probably wasn't as much of a possibility in his own past (the future).

Rip's design is based on a theoretical future fashion while having more earthy muted elements- augh its a whole meta thing I got going on in my head. Earth tones instead of neon primary colors, Silver/chrome accents instead of Gold, etc etc.

But anyway when it comes to canon I find it fun that in this arc of Vol 1 we get to see multiple reactions to Jack and Rip's clothing. They get the obvious "those are dated clothes" comments but nothing to say they are insanely out of place. They even use the excuse that they are just college students working on a play-their outfits are similar to something a student department would scrounge up at a minimal cost but still seeming off and inaccurate to the time frame they're trying to portray.

(now that's also because all historical documents of the past during this time were destroyed but- ykno. I like to imagine there's multiple reasons why people weren't like "NEVER SEEN CLOTHES LIKE THAT BEFORE!".)

It's clear to me that even in this arc, Rip's jacket is important enough to him that he makes Jack sell HIS jacket instead of his own. Now, Rip's a selfish guy and all especially at this time in his characters history, but with the meta context that Booster is Rip's father, and this arc being about Booster wanted for treason- the idea of Rip running around in his fathers old star quarterbacks jacket (while modded with red accents) just is fun to me. Not to mention even within this arc Rip is weirdly avoidant of anyone seeing him and looks EXTREMELY like a slightly younger Booster despite men in this series explicitly looking very different from each other.

aka: I think it would just add to the weird cycles that surround Rip's non-linear life.

Now I am someone who is Really into design elements that tell story, aka why I like drawing Rip's hands covered in scars because he wears improper gloves as someone who works with his hands, and why i like adding patches and scuffs to the leather jacket when I make it more detailed. It's old, It's older than Rip, It is something he cares a lot about because it's a piece of home and something that was his dads that he gets to have with him most of the time. I don't think Rip would ever call himself sentimental- i think these are things he holds onto nonetheless (similar to him literally clinging to the old family heirloom clock despite it being broken throughout time masters.) He is a character who cares so intensely but wont say it out loud, you have to show these things in the tiny details or what he surrounds himself with.

This becomes important when A lot of the paranoia he faces in time masters revolves around the triggers he experienced WHILE seeing the place his dad grew up in, what created it, how these family cycles started.

I think in a way to mirror his growth through the end of this, realizing there's things he can't change but he can change himself and how he treats others- look towards bettering his own future than fearing the lack of control he has in the (non-linear) past- I like to add the sunflower to the back of the jacket post this arc. this Arc has a lot of differences in my head with the addition of so much new lore/canon since the 90s and my own headcanons (time gardens- hence flower/bug/plant imagery so often in my shit), but still the theme remains the same really.

While Rip is a character i many times in my art associate with Daffodils ( a flower representing rebirth and such) and sunflowers are flower i associate with the likes of Wave & Booster I do think the meaning behind them of new opportunities through others and happiness is something that would both honor the history of the jacket while making it his own.

LASTLY 4th person who "owns" the jacket, and this is shown in my art a few times, is Jeff (occasionally) because I think that's the only person Rip would trust with it when he outgrows the jacket (bc I do think as Rip gets older he fills out more and its moreso a piece for someone a bit lankier). It smells old and reminds them of when they were younger. ugh. I just find the idea of sharing clothing with significant others/partners really fun ok? sap for it.

anyways sorry if this makes no sense its just one of those things i think about a lot and only i do bc its something i made up lol!!

AKA 1 stupid jacket means a lot to a few weird time travelers.

[bleujae]

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♡ Summary: Why can't idols date in peace? Are they not human? :(

♡ Pairing: Jungwon x fem!reader

♡ Genre: angst and fluff

♡ Word count: 2.2K

♡ Warnings: mentions of cursing, cyber-bullying, *let me know if there's anything else I should add ^^*

"And you know I'll remind you when you think I don't; Hey stupid, I love you"

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“First 4th generation relationship: ENHYPEN’s leader Jungwon was spotted with an unknown girl late at night.”

That was the first thing that Sunhee woke up to. Even though she was scared of what she would see on any social media platform, her finger immediately exited out of the Google app and pressed onto the Instagram app out of habit. 

She could already see the amount of DMs she had received from her friends and the Enhypen members from their secret personal accounts. But she also noticed how many DMs were filling her account from people that she didn’t even know. Of course she knew they were from fans and she already knew what they were going to say 

“You’re only dating Jungwon oppa for attention.” 

“You gold digger.”

“Break up with him.” 

“You’re only using him for his fame.” 

“You don’t deserve him.” 

“I wonder how your ugly ass got with him.” 

Her hands shook as she tried to delete every single dm that was coming in and remove all the unknown accounts from her followers list. She immediately made her account private and threw her phone onto her bed out of frustration. 

She could hear her phone ringing like crazy from kakaotalk notifications not only from Jungwon but from the group chat she was in with the rest of the Enhypen members. However she didn’t bother even looking at them. 

“YOON SUNHEE!” She flinched as she heard her best friend’s voice boom throughout her apartment, knowing her friend was only worried because she wasn’t answering her phone. She let out a string of curses under her breath as she hesitantly walked out of her room. 

“I…I’m right here.” She trailed off, closing her bedroom door behind her. 

“Are you ok?” Heeyoon, Sunhee’s best friend, advanced pretty quickly to the panicking girl and pulled her into a tight hug. “How did this happen?” She urgently asked while trying to calm her best friend down. 

“I-I don’t even know.” Sunhee managed to let out with her extremely shaky voice. She could feel a wave of anxiety rise inside of her. 

“Did Jungwon call you yet?” Her friend cautiously questioned the girl, afraid of pushing her over the edge. 

“Yeah…But I haven’t been answering.” Sunhee quietly responded to the girl. She knew Jungwon was also freaking out in his dorm. He was usually very calm in most situations, but she knew that this was the one thing that he had been worrying about for the future. 

“Why don’t you call him, hm?” 

“I don’t want to.” Sunhee sighed out. “I know it’s probably the right option to call him but…I don’t think I can.” Her voice started wavering as different scenarios started to flash in her head. “What if he breaks up with me, Heeyoon? What if all those comments from the fans convinces him that I’m not good enough for him?” 

Heeyoon’s heart broke seeing how much this was destroying her friend’s confidence and her insecurities were finally coming to the surface. Of course, Sunhee wasn’t completely confident while dating Jungwon. His popularity made his girlfriend question her worth and her right in dating the young leader. But Jungwon was always there to comfort her that she was more than enough for him and that he loved her very dearly. 

“I’m just going to go back into my room. Can you fill me in on the work I miss in class?” Before Heeyoon could say anything else, Sunhee trudged back into her room and closed the door behind her. 

Heeyoon sighed as she dialed a familiar number and waited for the person on the other line to pick up. 

“Hey Heeseung oppa. How is he? Is he doing ok?”

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“What the fuck do I do?” Jungwon cursed out when Riki showed the new article that came out in the morning. “This is probably breaking her.” He pulled on his red hair, frustrated in the situation. 

“Is she still not picking up?” Sunoo asked in a cautious voice, making Jungwon chuck his phone on the couch.

“No she hasn't. I know she saw the article and she’s probably reading through the comments that people are leaving.” Jungwon covered his face and he could feel tears from annoyance building up in his eyes. He slumped down on the couch and propped his elbows on his knees, thinking of how he should fix this. 

“I think you should wait until our manager hyung says something.” Jake suggested to the distressed boy. 

But the young leader was hearing none of it. He shot up from the couch and advanced to the door. “I have to go see her.” 

But he didn’t get far as he was pulled back by the two oldest members. “Oh no. Yang Jungwon, you’re staying right here. Wait until our manager comes or we go to the company.” 

“But Sunhee is probably going through so much right now.” Jungwon protested, trying to free himself from the hold of the oldest members. “She's probably overthinking and she’s putting all this pressure on herself.” Jungwon slowly stopped struggling as he dropped to the ground, just like his tears dropped from his eyes. “She’s probably thinking that she’s not enough for me and that she doesn’t deserve me.” His last sentence almost came out as a whisper and his tears started to fall rapidly, making his hyungs look at him in pity. Jungwon was usually a calm and collected person. He was their leader. Even when his members were going through hard times, he stayed his best to stay grounded and calm for the group’s sake. But this matter was driving him close to insanity. 

The silent atmosphere was interrupted as someone’s phone rang. Heeseung fished his phone out of his pocket to see his sister’s ID on display. 

“Heeyon?” 

Jungwon’s ears perked up at the familiar name and his head shot up. “It’s Heeyoon? Is she with Sunhee? Does she know if Sunhee’s ok?” Jungwon continued to bombard the older male with questions, making Heeseung hold his hand up. 

“No he’s not. He’s practically a mess.” Heeseung told his sister. “How is she?” 

Heeseung kept nodding at his sister’s answer, his face slowly dropping. And of course Jungwon noticed, he was so intently staring at his hyung. 

“Why? Is she not ok? Can I go see her?” 

But Jungwon’s questions were ignored once again as Heeseung focused back on his phone call. “I have a feeling our manager will come to meet with us. I’ll keep him here until then.” 

“Hyung, I think I really need to see her.” Heeseung felt bad ignoring the younger male’s desperate pleas.

“I’m sorry Jungwon but you need to stay here until our company says something about the situation. Whether to the public or to us.” 

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Sunhee laid in her bed, writing and erasing a text message to Jungwon. She was wondering what to do in this situation and how he was feeling. 

Would he not want to date me anymore? 

That exact thought was going through her head over and over again. It was starting to get to her head when she kept seeing horrible messages and death threats being sent to her social media accounts. She had gotten a creepy package early that day, which Heeyoon had angrily disregarded from her house. She was confused on how these fans had gotten her address and now she was even more scared of what was to come. 

 The only thing that was comforting her was listening to a compilation on youtube that had gathered Jungwon’s sweet and unique voice in one video. It was one of the things that Sunhee loved most about Jungwon. He had a unique tone of voice but with a very sweet base, which made her swoon every time she heard it. 

“Sunhee-yah~” 

Sunhee blinked as she took her eyes off of her phone, focusing on the items behind her phone. “Heeyoon-ah. Please help me. I think I’m hearing things.” She choked up at the thought of Jungwon being here right now. 

She knew he had a bunch of things on his schedules. Why? Because that’s all he had complained to her about last night while he was over at her apartment, watching movies and eating snacks with her; before this scandal broke out and ruined everything. Even when he desperately called her, she ignored every single one. She knew that as soon as she heard his voice, she would want to see him and she didn’t want to distract him from his work. From his career.

His career that she probably ruined. 

“You’re not hearing things, love.” 

Sunhee blinked again, springing up from her bed and whipping her head towards her bedroom door. And there he was. 

Her boyfriend. The love of her life. Her everything. 

“J-Jungwon?” She stumbled out of her bed, thinking if she was dreaming of him being in front of her. “W-What are you doing here? You said you had a photoshoot today.” 

“I finished my part and begged my manager to leave the scene as soon as I did.” Jungwon answered her while he took steps towards his girlfriend and steadied her on her feet. 

“I…I missed you, Wonie.” Sunhee’s voice wobbled, breaking Jungwon’s heart. 

“Love. I’m so sorry.” Jungwon whispered into her hair after he pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her waist and patting her head with his palm. 

“W-why are you sorry?” Sunhee already had tears streaming down her face and landing on Jungwon’s shoulder, wetting his shirt. “You probably hate me for tainting you and the rest of Enhypen’s image and your fans will probably not be happy with you. And you’ll probably want to break up with me, regretting you ever even dated me because I ruined your career an-”

She was cut off by Jungwon’s lips on hers, silencing her rant. She closed her eyes, letting her remaining tears run down her cheeks and felt Jungwon’s tears streaming down his own cheeks, making their gentle kiss taste salty. 

Jungown pulled her waist closer, if that was even possible at that point while Sunhee brought her hand that was locked behind Jungwon’s neck to his red locks. Her fingers gently wove through his dark red hair, which she absolutely adored on him. Their lips feverishly moved against each other, making Sunhee forget about what she was even ranting about in the first place. 

Her boyfriend finally broke the kiss, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks and lightly caressed her cheeks. “Love, you would never ruin my career. I will never regret dating you.” Jungwon assured her firmly. “If fans are disappointed, then they were never fans in the first place.”

“But-” 

“I’m never going to break up with you, Yoon Sunhee.” Jungwon said to her. “I’m never going to break your heart like that. I’m going to stay with you till the day I stop breathing. I’m never going to let you go.” 

Sunhee could feel herself tear up again at the way Jungwon looked at her while saying that. His beautiful eyes held so much love and adoration while looking at his girlfriend. 

“I can promise you this. I will never let you go. My sunshine.” 

Sunshine. 

It was a nickname that Jungwon made for Sunhee quite early in their relationship for the sole purpose that her name contained the word sun in it. But as time went on, Jungwon realized how perfectly fitting the nickname was for her. She was his sunshine. She was the one who would brighten up his day every single day and was the one who made his world brighter. 

“Wonie…”

“You’re my sunshine. You’re the one who brightens every aspect of my life. I will never let you go. I need you in my life.” Jungwon told her with the rounded end of the tears gathering at his chin. 

At this point, Sunhee was sobbing again, not from sadness but from true happiness. Jungwon lightly smiled at her, wiping her tears with the pad of his thumb. 

Sunhee showed him an equally gentle smile. “Ayu stupid…You’re crying too and you’re only wiping away my tears.” She stated, using the sleeves of her sweater to wipe his tears away. 

Jungwon lightly chuckled as he tucked her bangs behind her ear and caressed the side of her face. “I guess we’re both stupid here anyway. You’re my stupid sunshine and I will always love you.” 

Jungwon leaned to give another kiss that the girl gladly received, giggling through the sweet kiss. 

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Sunhee let out a deep breath as Jungwon posted the latest post of his selca with the hinting caption. They both had come back to the Enhypen dorm, not totally confirming the rumors but not denying them either. 

“How are you feeling so far?” Jungwon placed a peck on the girl’s forehead before asking her. 

She snuggled the side of her cheek into Jungwon’s shoulder, clinging onto his arm. “It feels a lot nicer. Well, also now that I got to talk it out with you too.” 

Jungwon lovingly placed his head on top of Sunhee’s head and let out a satisfied sigh. 

“Hey Jungwon?” He let out a small hum in response. “I love you.” 

He chuckled before answering her. “I love you too, sunshine.”

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Why have both of the birthday posts I've made have angst in it- 💀

NEways- Happy Birthday to Jungwon 🥳!! One of the best leaders out there and the person that my 04 bestie is completely whipped for~💙

#enhypen #enhypen kpop #enhypen scenarios #enhypen ff #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen x oc #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen jungwon #enhypen yang jugnwon #yang jungwon #jungwon #jungwon scenarios #jungwon ff #jungwon drabbles #jungwon imagines #jungwon x female reader #jungwon x reader #jungwon x oc #jungwon fanfiction #jungwon fanfic #jungwon fluff #jungwon angst #jungwon soft hours #enhypen soft hours

[moodymisty]

“Honestly, I imagine that Traitor Primarch is Lorgar. But there's caveats I'll touch on when I get there”

I would like to add onto that and say that the biggest caveat to dating Lorgar is probably that you’ll be interacting with Kor Phaeron. You’ve written about that in some of your Lorgar fics, and I just know that despite Lorgar telling him to not talk about it (or especially, mention it around you) he would haaaaate the reader so much.

It’s almost like he’s linking up to a warp hivemind of every toxic mother/father-in-law that has ever existed. He can’t be mean to you directly, because Lorgar will find out. He can’t kill you, because Lorgar would definitely know that he did it. So he has to just sit there and watch as his son falls even deeper in love with someone who adores him and genuinely cares for him, while he’s left to sulk in the background (As he should).

Perhaps Lorgar decides to take you on a low-risk diplomatic mission of some kind. And perhaps he suggests that you should be present while he speaks to the leaders of that planet. He gives you the finest of clothing to wear, which turns out, matches his own! Except his is a bit more intricate, you surmise it’s because he’s got to be the center of attention. The cuffs of his sleeves are decorated with beadwork, golden bracelets and necklaces adorn his form, rolls of scripture hang off the side of his belt. But the thing you’re most entranced by is the beautiful veil he’s decided to wear, the fabric’s wonderful colour that’s complimented by the intricate embroidery woven into it, the embroidered script glittering in the light like stars in the night sky. You can’t parse out what it means though, so you conclude it must have some sort of religious significance.

You don’t know what it means. But you know who does? Phaeron. And he’s far more acquainted with Colchisian traditions than you are. So when his son not only arrives to a diplomatic mission with you in tow, but also wearing clothing with writing that very famously symbolises future engagement and marriage?! Ohhhh he’s beyond pissed. He’s going to have a long talk (shouting match) with Lorgar after this, wherein Lorgar will make the very solid argument that he is an adult and can choose to do whatever he wants with his life, even if that involves marrying someone that his father doesn’t approve of. (Kor Phaeron is now planning on wearing white to your wedding)

It may be a sci-fi romance to you. But to Kor Phaeron it’s a sci-fi tragedy. And to the astartes that bear witness to this situation it’s a comedy that’s been running for multiple seasons. “Hey everyone! Check out how grandpa punched a hole in the wall after being told that he can’t talk shit about our father’s spouse!”

Oh hey, you hit the button inside my mind that said LORGAR THOUGHTS DON'T TOUCH, so now I get to go apeshit.

Sorry in advance :3

Everything in this is GN!Reader apart from one use of the word 'temptress'

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I feel like given Kor Phaeron and how much he tried (and honestly succeeded) to mold Lorgar into the perfect vessel for his own ambitions, he would not take Lorgar having another voice in his ear sitting down.

At first he might 'entertain' the idea because he thinks that Lorgar will eventually grow bored and you'll get thrown to the wayside- that's he's just experimenting with the frivolity that is love and he'll get over it. But when he doesn't, when he listens to you more and more, perhaps he starts even venting to you, walking through what he needs to do next, and you're given the opportunity to plant seeds of doubt in his mind (you're just being nice and comforting him, but with Kor Phareon's mind being warped by his own delusions he cannot see something as simple as selflessness) he's not going to stand for that.

Kor Phaeron is one of those 'i will use my son as a puppet to be ruler', types as he instilled Lorgar with a god complex, but he also knows that there would be a massive riot from Colchis if he ever took over. So he rules from the background, and he won't let anyone, especially someone who's becoming the figurative apple of Lorgar's eye get in the way.

Meanwhile throughout all of Kor Phaeron's internal meltdowns and scheming, Lorgar is thriving. This guy is absolutely head of heels in love, and can't spend more than a waking moment apart from you. It's not fading either, as over time you rise higher and higher in rank, closer to Lorgar, and while you may not have any official place or title, people have begun uttering the word consort.

While he has been very vocal to anyone who can listen and the Astartes underneath him, any time he tries to instill doubts they largely don't stick. Whispers of Temptress spread largely from Kor Phaeron's most steadfast loyalists, but not enough to take a significant root that he can garden.

Throughout all of this as you've implied Kor Phaeron will not shut up about this, and will constantly try to 'right' Lorgar. Get him to abandon these insane ideas. If he want's someone to just keep his bed warm then that's Lorgar's personal business, but things like marriage? The stunt he pulled on that planet? Bringing you to a diplomatic meeting, drowning you in gifts? He's going to pop a neural link during the screaming match that inevitably ensues.

But I think that most of the Word Bearers would be pretty on board with Lorgar's significant other. I think that they have faith in their sovereign picking someone who is 'worthy' of him. And it's been established that the Word Bearer Astartes interact with baseline humans a decent bit, so it's not as if they're one of the more pompous of the chapters. I mean they are, they're Astartes, but in comparison to other chapters.

So most ill will isn't necessarily coming from them. They're pleasant to be around, and you enjoy them. They seem to feel the same, at least on a surface level. (So they'll for sure defend you or your name from grandpa Kor Phaeron's absolutely unhinged schemes)

There will definitely be some who are displeased however, particularly ones close to Kor Phaeron. So perhaps you should be careful.

-- Anyways, here's a drabble. No warnings apart from Kor Phaeron being a turbodouche. Apologies I only reread this once during a communications class.

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The entire Fidelitas Lex can feel it.

The tension.

Lorgar Aurelian is on the bridge watching Colchis come closer as they dock, and Kor Phaeron stands not far away. He watches as well, and both of them sport the same neutral expression that poorly veils their true emotions underneath.

They are both furious, overwhelmingly hot faced, but don't say a single word. To each other nor anyone around them. The air between them, that Primarch aura emanating unfettered rage barely held in check, has even the servitors swaying their paths to give them a good breadth of space.

Lorgar turns to leave, and return to the fortress he calls his home. Kor Phaeron follows behind roughly ten minutes later, the only noise he makes being the whirs of his armor and a sharp cough.

Lorgar arrives at his personal writing room first, looking out the window. He knows what's coming, he can hear the footsteps; The ones that sound different from the Astartes, about seven minutes after he arrived here. He had seven minutes of time alone.

The door opens, and closes with a sharp slam. Lorgar turns his head just enough to look over his shoulder at his pater, of whom is pursing his lips and trying to find the right words. He always chooses his words carefully, particularly when speaking to his surrogate son. His mercurial nature has never changed, and part of him wonders if it was instilled in him from his creation.

"You..."

He doesn't stammer, but stops to take a breath and keep his hands firmly to his sides instead of erupting into a fury of words and insults. As much as he might desire to.

I do not know where I could've gone wrong with you-" Lorgar can think of more than a few ways. Kor Phaeron raises his shoulders with a sharp intake of breath and continues.

"But that, stunt, was inane. You bring shame to the entire L-" Lorgar interrupts him and throws his hand as if trying to brush away his words.

"You do not dare tell me I bring shame to my own Legion. I have done nothing but what I thought was right."

Kor Phaeron sharply exhales through his nose. Even since Lorgar fell in love- at least he assumes that's what Lorgar thinks this is- he's been uncontrollable. Before he could offer his advice, his guidance to help him steer his legion, his Gospel, but now he acts as if he's just that lost young boy again.

"No; You did want you wanted. If you want to toy with mortals, very well. But do not embarrass us all."

He seems to be conveniently ignoring that your good will and pleasant attitude had been very helpful in speeding along a negotiation of planetary relinquishment that had previously been at risk of falling apart at the seams. Lorgar may have a bit of a silver tongue, but he is a Primarch, and when speaking to baseline humans, sometimes another is what's needed. Then again, he can't remember a time when his pater has ever said your name, so he supposes he can't be surprised.

He remembers how perfect you'd looked, dressed in the gifts he'd given you looking like a art piece given life. When you'd smiled at him, it was like you'd set his heart ablaze. He wishes to do nothing more than to show you off to anyone who lives.

He's already doing so, and if all goes to plan, you'll be with him on his next return to Terra. It will be your first time on the jewel of the galaxy, and he's nothing but eager to show you things that only he can. Not even Kor Phaeron will stop him from marrying you, if that is what he wishes to do.

Standing fully upright Lorgar stands up to his surrogate father, not intent on being trampled like a child.

"I will do what I want in this regard. This is something I will not take your advice in."

He leaves no room for argument, and Kor Phaeron knows that if he pushes it, he'll risk tearing some of the trust he's built up. If he lets it go, he can return with another strategy at another time.

Perhaps he can go about this some other way. He won't rule out removing you from the situation if Lorgar continues to insist on tailing you like a street dog.

Lorgar knows that his father isn't done with this either, but Kor Phaeron simply gathers himself and leaves the room, passing guards in his wake.

#The Lorgar Aurelian family drama plotline #Misty's book club #mywriting #lorgar x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader

[sonicshipbattles]

Next Tournament Ideas

Hello! It's been a while since we've had a Sonic Ship Battle and sadly it'll probably still be more towards February/March time before my schedule clears up enough to run another one. I'd love to have a tournament running for Valentines Day, but I'm not sure if that'll be possible rn However, I am hoping to do another one of these in future, so I thought I'd do an early poll to try to guage interest in a lot of different themes. Now, this isn't a case of "whichever wins, the tournament will definitely be about that" but instead is more so I can get an idea of the kind of numbers for the themes that people are more interested in and also to see if there's still enough interest in this blog in general to make running another tournament worthwhile ALSO, I know there are a lot of options missing. Any character not included here hasn't been ruled out, it's just that tumblr only allows 12 options on polls. If there is something not listed here that you'd like to see done, feel free to let me know and I'll add it onto my list of ideas

*Would be potentially followed by YAOI WARS and maybe even HET WARS **Would potentially be two tournaments - one for "most single (deorgatory)" and one for "most single (complimentary)"

#Bonus Polls #Talking #some of these are kind of random #but i'm curious if y'all want to keep going with the character themed ones #or try something different

[aprismaticodyssey]

Update ✨️

Nothing significant beyond getting very close to finishing the draft's first round of edits. I have chunks of writing not done simply because ✨️I don't know what to write✨️. I'll probably just leave it and add in for my mother, "Please, ideas, I'm at a loss send help" 😭.

I rewrote Andrei/Anya's segment in an earlier chapter. 11? I can't remember, oh boy. Point is, I did, I feel a lot better about it. 17 got completely rewritten because I really didn't like the "final encounter". I'm trying to add in more flavor text wherever I can think of any but it's definitely going to be up to the forum when I'm posting, as I want to reflect the MCs personality wherever it make sense.

Lastly, I've been adding in details about MC and general lore. I actually had the hardest time and most fun doing 17 because, if approved, would be a huge help for Book 3. Otherwise, other things I've been adding are for Books 2 and 3. I'm going as fast as I can, I swear! I've been putting all of my focus on it so that's why I haven't posted anything on AO3 as of it. In total, including all routes/branches, there are at most 180k words. I have a feeling Book 3 will be the longest just because of the nature of it, but we'll see when we get there.

I think after the trilogy is done, I'll go onto another project or back to Amberwood. Still, so far, Nyx is the only one MOST LIKELY to have his own spin-off. I have one project I really look forward to in the future when I've written more stories. 😩✨️

#Nike Monroe Posts #writing #hosted games #interactive fiction #wip #if wip

[yuesya]

When I read the way you described Megumi in the daughter au as the "reluctant babysitter", the first thing that came to me is that: "Damn, Shiki has a walking zoo as a babysitter".

Then came the images of young Megumi and baby Shiki just staring at each other, one in total confusion about what to do with a kid this small, and the other in curiosity with her big blue (cursed) eyes. Then somehow it end up with Divine Dogs being summoned as a playmate for the little girl. (Maybe with some other small Shikigami as well)

On another note, there is something that I have been wondering about: Do you have an estimated number chapters for each arcs before you write, like "This arcs will have X number of chapters, this one Y,..." I have always been curious about how fanfic writers such as yourself planned out your stories.

Also, any chance of all these snippets and aus being posted on AO3 in the, hopefully, near future? I love Zenith and all its glorious Au, but navigating these tags can be a pain in the ass some times. :v

Megumi would be a reluctant babysitter, but still an effective one! I think the Divine Dogs would be very effective in keeping young children preoccupied and out of trouble. The rabbits seem like they would make good playmates too, but at that point in time I don't think they would've been part of his repertoire. Maybe we add some toads for variety haha...

Or, maybe this kickstarts Megumi into working harder to add more shikigami to his roster! Such as: Shiki asks for new shikigami playmates and Megumi tells her he doesn't have any others, and she just kind of nods silently in understanding and doesn't say anything.

The next day Megumi walks through the door a little charred, a little smoking, but with a brand new mini-Nue sitting on his arm.

I don't have an exact number of estimated chapters before I start writing. I can't speak for anyone else, but for me personally, I always have a general idea of the overarching plot and major events before I start writing. Minor details get filled in as I go. Like, for a minor arc I'll tell myself, 'A, B, and C are going to happen,' and that's what I work with. Except sometimes D and E come along for the ride, too, so there's also that...

I do not see myself posting AU snippets on AO3 anytime in the near future, apologies! Like you mentioned, they're rather disorganized and not even written chronologically. Many of them are also responses to Tumblr asks, which only adds to the confusing nature of it all. (For those who are curious, all snippets can be found under the '#Writing' tag.) I have an index of sorts compiled on Ko-fi, but it's still rather disorganized without context. I don't want to post this mess onto AO3 since I think it could very easily get even more confusing.

... I figure that if people are looking through the Tumblr tags, then at least they probably know what they're looking for haha. Apologies for the inconvenience!

Currently I have no plans of posting these snippets on AO3, unless they get developed as proper stories in their own right. Which would probably be a ways into the future, if it ever happens.

#QA #zenith of stars au #daughter au #zenith of stars

[generalsmemories]

Generalsmemories have hit 1k followers !! (I DON'T KNOW HOW) Thank you very much for your endless support for this blog and overwhelming love for Jing Yuan so far - as a personal thank you for your patience and supprt, we're doing a simple event of prompt drabbles

There'll be two sections of prompts you can choose from: fluff prompts or angst prompts and all the prompts will be written out as drabbles!

the rules will be right below this announcement which details what you have to do and how much you can request!

p.s: i need a break from having to write more than 5+ characters each event i do give me some slack for the first event- if i hit another milestone in the future i'll debate adding more characters to events like these HAHA

duration for requesting: 1st September - 8th September

rules:

You're free to mix up to 3 prompts (mixing sentences and scenarios works as well!) from both sections as you desire. but you're of course welcome to only request one singular prompt.

The reader will be gender-neutral, as such please address them as such when requesting for the benefit of everyone here!

please don't try to add more details along with the prompts - takes the fun out of it for me personally to conjure something up <3

If the request doesn't follow the rules I'll simply delete it without warning.

This is once again a Jing Yuan centric blog, but a certain Vidyadhara has been occupying my mind lately along with him, as such we're adding another character to the roster exclusively for this event!

As such, please request these two characters only if you wish for me to write something!

Jing Yuan

Dan Heng (Depending on how I interpret the prompts requested, I'll choose his forms if it's not specified!)

prompts: (all prompts taken from @/novelbear)

fluff sentences:

"can you call me that again?"

"hey, sweetheart can you grab that for me?" "you're talking to me?" "who else would i be talking to?"

"no, you didn't just call me 'love' you said 'my love'. that makes a huge difference."

"is that like a friendly nickname or?" [sarcastic] "yes, i go around calling all my friends 'my dearest'." "oh, really?" "no!"

"no, i'm not going to give you a bite because i know you're not gonna like it. then you're going to ask me how the hell i like it, and i don't want to listen to that right now."

 “you’re so warm.” “i hear you, but we really need to get up, love.” 

“you know you’re stuck with me, right?” “thank god i am…”

“you’re going to get sick if you keep coddling me.” “and you’re just going to get worse if i don’t…”

"i'll choose you always. no matter what."

"something's on your finger. give me your hand, let me see.."

fluff scenarios:

making a little scrapbook of every treasured memory together and giving it to them

playing with their hair until they fall asleep

that warm feeling they get when they successfully make the other laugh out loud

not letting the sick one move an inch.

a simple scenario centered around kisses

angst sentences:

“that was probably the least sincere apology i’ve ever recieved.”

“you haven’t changed.” “…do you mean that in a good way or bad way?”

“hey, no crying…i thought we said we wouldn’t cry.”

“why do you seem upset?” “why the hell do you think…”

“everything felt so empty without you.”

“you’ve been tossing and turning for the last forty minutes. what’s up?”

 “i don’t want to go to bed angry…can we please talk about this?”

 “you told me you’d be careful!” 

"it's okay, we can fix this..."

"wait, don't go, please.."

angst scenarios:

 catching the other one crying shortly after an argument and immediately feeling an overwhelming wave of guilt crash onto you.

 pacing around while debating whether or not you should text them after they’ve left the house for a bit 

really trying not to say anything at first, but the other can tell they're upset by their mannerisms and try to find out what it is that's wrong

breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much

needing to go to an event after a party and having to pretend as if they aren’t angry with one another the entire time 

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #star rail x reader #generalsmemories 1k event

[allwaswell16]

Hi! Can you recommend some Sad Louis fics?? The most recent ones you have please?? Thank you babe!!

Hi, anon! So I don't have a ton that I've read recently, but I'll list the ones I have and add on a few recent ones that caught my eye to read. Also, if you want a longer rec, let me know and I can add your request to my pinned post!

- SAD LOUIS FICS -

[Read Recently]

what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

As Harry sucks lovebites into Louis’ neck, Louis hopes that one day those marks will cover the way he can still feel Alex’s handprints burned into his flesh.

As Harry’s nails drag scratches along Louis’ back, Louis hopes that one day the scabs on his heart will heal and drop away just like the scabs on his skin.

As Harry fucks him down into the mattress, the bed shaking with every thrust, Louis hopes that one day his mouth will forget the shape of Alex’s name, won’t trace it over and over as the heat builds inside him, won’t want to scream it when he comes. Maybe one day he’ll open his eyes, as he slowly floats down from his post-orgasm haze, and won’t expect to see Alex’s face smiling back at him.

But today is not that day.

A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.

Based on the song "Holding On To Heartache" by Louis Tomlinson

My Other Half Was You by @lululawrence

Louis turned the corner to head to Niall and Lewis’ music shop, and slammed right into someone.

“Shit,” Louis gasped, gripping the person’s shoulders in an attempt to remain standing. “God, I’m so sorry!”

“No, I’m sorry,” the man said. “Uh, you steady?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry again.” Louis blinked a few times and then took a step back. It was only then that he finally glanced up to the man’s eyes. They were a clear, bright green, and curly brown hair fell onto his forehead.

“I should probably…” The man trailed off, motioning towards the antique shop behind Louis.

“Right, sorry,” Louis apologized again, stepping aside.

“It’s alright. Have a good day.”

“You too,” Louis replied as the man disappeared around the corner.

By the age of 30, Louis' entire life trajectory had changed from what he'd thought it would be. He moved back to the town he grew up in and did his best to pull himself and his life back together again.

Four years, seven months, and sixteen days after the day that changed everything, Louis turns a corner and literally runs into the man who just might change it all again.

[ On My To Read List ]

Wish It Could Be The Same As It Was by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

After a chance encounter with Harry, Louis has to learn to go back to life as it was. For a while at least.

Not A Solo Song - A Series by LilyBlue28

The first night of Faith in the Future World Tour is a smashing success, but emotions run high when he's left all alone. The heaviness of getting everything he's ever wanted is hard to overcome. But when it all gets to be too much, the smallest, most unexpected reminder of strength finds him just when he needs it the most.

READ LIKE A HEADLINE by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

Louis Tomlinson, a singer-turned-actor is the source of tabloid gossip and his latest project is jeopardised when the media interferes again. Tired of life handing him the short end of the stick at every turn, he finds himself at a bar drowning in his sorrows. A kind stranger tries to cheer him up, but Louis soon realises that the stranger does so much more than that.

Inspired by 'Headlines' from the album 'Faith in the Future' by 'Louis Tomlinson'.

#ask #anon #ficrec #sad louis