#if ray or alexis see this just know this is for you

[dutchgp]

Drive To Survive - 5.09 • "Over the Limit"

#he was so cute this ep #like literally MY WHOLE HEART #I'm back to giffing in time for race weekend #I might do the other eps but who knows #max verstappen #f1 #if ray or alexis see this just know this is for you #<33 #**

[icarlyspanishsubtitles]

mornings🌅

warnings: fluff, kissing, couple things idk, like 1 or 2 suggestive jokes, shitty humor

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you had been woken up with the glowing rays of the sun, streaming in through your curtains, and onto you and your beloved boyfriend alex. the night before had been tiring, as you both had come back from a get together with almost all his family.

you had fallen asleep with your head in the middle of his chest, whilst you felt his hand laying peacefully on your back. you leaned a little up to see his face, you smiled softly as you leaned in to kiss his cheek gently, before compensating wether or not to get up.

you groaned as you realized it would be easier to get out of bed now, or else i was going to feel shitty later. i twisted my back a little bit, audibly gasping as my bones cracked like fucking corpse bride. i quickly brushed my teeth, and dragged myself to the kitchen.

I got a few things i needed to make chilaquiles, (my mom makes this all the time lmao.) I wanted to do something productive, so might as well make some good food.

i had gotten all the ingredients out, feeling a little proud i was able to get up. and i mean if your going to have energy, might as well make food. i had put on some slow jazz music, feeling like i was gordon ramsey or some shit.

as i was reading the back of a label for an ingredient, i feel two hands squeeze the sides of my torso. i shriek a little bit from the sensation, and turn around to alex who has a stupid smirk on his face, and he laughs a little.

“good morning”

i smile softly at him, as he gently traces his palms down your arms, until his hands get to yours. he takes them, putting them to his lips and kissing your knuckles lightly. you snicker a little bit, turning around to cook.

“whatchaaaa makingggg?”

his voice is right against his neck, minty breath from him just brushing your teeth. you turn your head a little so he could hear you,

“food.”

you give him a monotone smile, he responds with a groan and squeezing a little bit tighter, continuing to watch you cook.

you see him observing everything your doing, nodding at some things occasionally leaving a little kiss behind your ear.

you get a little self conscious, not knowing if you did a step wrong, or if it isn’t supposed to look the way it is currently.

“is something wrong?”

he looks at you for a second, making a 😬 face, looking at all of your cooking again.

“ohhhh… uh well amor right here in this little corner is uncooked so bad, uh i just don’t think you got the right color for that, wait that looks good, oh wait nevermind that’s terrible.”

he says everything in pure sarcasm, nodding his head at all of his own words. you roll your eyes smiling, when he laughs and finally talks genuinely.

“no babe, it looks really good, and smells really great. your doing perfect.”

you look over your shoulder to his face, your palm resting on the side of his cheek.

“your sweet, ynow that?”

i see a little tiny bit of blush appear on his cheeks, he turns his head a little while he laughs quietly.

“yeahh.. well i mean i kind of wanna get laid so-“

you scoff, by his completely out of pocket statement. you giggle a little as he’s holding back his own laughter.

“alexis!!”

you manage to get out throughout all of your giggling. he puts his face in your neck a little embarrassed mumbling little apologizes.

after a few minutes of him being completely attached to you, it was harder for you to actually cook. you then moved his arms.

“alright sir, out of my kitchen. i’m cooking.”

he leans back, with the most flabbergasted face almost looking as if you’d said the most offensive thing ever. he then speaks with a laugh coming out as he speaks.

“yourrr kitchennn?? yourrr kitchenn?”

you giggle a little, composing yourself as you speak now crossing your arms.

“yes my kitchen. mhm. now what would your mother say if her son was fooling around in the area his girlfriend was cooking, hm?”

he gets the memo, raising his hands up like he was caught my police. he slowly walks out.

“yes ma’am.”

you turned back to cooking, a little teenage girly smile on your face from him saying yes ma’am, even though you’ve been dating for 8 months he still does things that make me feel all giddy.

you had finally finished making the food, needless to say the house smelled absolutely amazing. you call out to your boyfriend, who was currently on his phone.

“my love, breakfast is ready”

you say a little loud, you didn’t want to distrust anyone from sleeping as it was 8am on a sunday. he walks in looking at all the food.

he smiled to himself, looking at you gently grabbing your face, kissing you. he gives you five little pecks in a row. when finished, he leans away a little as your noses almost touch and whispers,

“your absolutely amazing.”

you give him an upside down smile from the sudden compliment, he then gets out two plates to lay out your food.

he’s currently sitting down eating the food, feeling like a happy kid again. you ruffle his hair that was already disheveled, and messy from his previous night of sleeping.

you then decided to jokingly suck in through your teeth, making a disgusted type face. he looks ay you with a “tf did i do” face

“ooo.. maybe it’s better to keep a hat on at all times..”

his jaw drops a little before he sets down his fork standing up, and looking at you. you tilt your head confused.

“are you oka-“

he picks you up, you yelp from the sudden impact. you try to protest while laughing, he brings you to the couch. as he’s kind of on top of you, he looks down, for a moment it’s sweet as you make eye contact.

the moment quickly ends as his hands start to rapidly go anywhere he can reach, tickling you. you squirm trying to get him to stop, attempting to grab his hands.

“ALEXISSS!!!”

he laughs at your shrieking, so much for trying to be quiet for your neighbors. after what seemed an hour, but really was a 1 of laughing and squealing he finally stopped.

he proceeded to move back your hair that got messed up from his motions, smirking a little at your half grumpy face. he slowly leans himself down trying not to fall on you, moving up so he can be face to face with you.

he caresses your cheek with his thumb, kissing you gently. you lean into the kiss, not feeling any frustration you expected yourself to feel. he moves his face away, and kisses your forehead.

“it was your fault for picking on my hair..”

he says teasingly, knowing that obviously he definitely did not care that much about it. you giggle softly

“you motherfucker”

he laughs with you, putting your hand the the side of his jaw kissing him sweetly, and sincerely. your fingers start playing with the neckline of his shirt, as his are going through your hair.

you finally let go, fixing his shirt when you speak up.

“let’s go eat the food that i spent making, instead of comfortable amazing beautiful sleep.”

he tilts his head, eye brows furrowing.

“i have a strong feeling that you love the thought of sleep more than me..”

you tilt your head looking up, acting as if you were really truly thinking.

“obviously.”

he gives you a fake annoyed face, and you get up giggling going back to your table. he then yells from the couch,

“what the fuckk!! i’m soooo much better than sleep!”

you laugh at his response, hearing his footsteps go up to you. he puts his head on top of yours, his arms trailing around your neck.

“i love you. so so much.”

you lean your head up to be able to see his face. he smirks down, putting his hand on the side of your neck, as he leans down to give you a gentle kiss. you then finally whisper back,

“i love you too.”

tysm for all the support!! this took me a lot longer than i thought so and the first draft got deleted and i sobbed 😭😭

anyways requests are open, love you guys!!!

#quackity x reader #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader #quackity #quackity fanfic #domestic fluff #qsmp x reader #x reader #fanfic #fluff

[dutchessofcaladan]

Ghostbusters: Soul Resurgence

Chapter 2! I hope you guys are liking this story! If you haven't read it already, chapter 1 can be found here. As always, a big thank you to @phantomoftheparadise0002 for beta-reading this!

Summary: When the spirit of Sumerian sorceress Ahassunu, daughter of Vigo, possesses Alexis, the Ghostbusters must band together to determine the fate of the world

TW: Some language

Ray let out a deep sigh, blinking the tears from his eyes as the group around him continued to talk. 

“Maybe her phone died! I don't know!” Gary's frantic voice arose from the crowd. 

“Just stop with the dumb ideas, alright.” Peter said, holding up a hand to silence Gary. 

“He's just trying to be helpful.” Callie stated calmly, trying to diffuse the tension in the room. 

“Yeah, well, he's not.” Peter retorted. 

Letting out a groan, Winston decided to put an end to this. “Alright, that's enough!” He shouted. “We can't be at each other's throat right now when Alex is out there somewhere.” Seeing Ray's reaction to his words, he added, “And we will find her and bring her home.”

As he finished, there was a knock at the firehouse door. 

Pushing past everyone, Ray headed for the door, Peter not far behind. Opening the door, the group was met with the solemn face of the chief of police.

“Evening, Dr. Stantz. Dr. Venkman.” He nodded.

Nodding back and putting on a brave face, Ray responded, “Evening, officer. Any word on Alex?”

“You see, Dr. Stantz, that’s what I wanted to speak with you about.”

His words spread over the group like the first frozen wind of winter. The only noise in the Firehouse was the pained cry that left Janine, which was quickly silenced by Winston pulling her to him. 

Ray took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. Over his shoulder, he saw Peter’s face quickly turn expressionless. 

“If I wasn’t talking to a former Ghostbuster, I wouldn’t be too sure how to explain.”

“Well,” Peter encouraged, a strained fake smile on his face, “do your best.”

Letting out a breath, the officer began, “Well, there have been some reports regarding Alex. But they aren’t what we usually receive regarding a missing person.”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” Winston asked, becoming angry at the officer’s stalling. 

“If I may?” The officer asked, holding up a thumb drive and motioning to the computer that sat on Janine’s desk. 

Janine nodded, wiping her tear-stained cheeks as she went to the computer and logged in.

Pulling up the files, the officer stood back as he clicked on the first.

Crowding around the computer, the team watched in confusion and horror as they saw a being obliterate buildings with a single blast from their hand, gasping when a face came into view.

“Tha, b, b, that’s-” Janine stuttered.

“Alex.” Ray finished, his tone exuding nothing but seriousness.

The group turned to him in shock.

“But how?” Gary asked. “It’s physically impossible for a human being to do something like that with their bare hands.”

“Possession, Mr. Grooberson. Plain and simple.” Ray stated matter of factly. “Just before she disappeared, Alex was contacted by Janine, who informed her of a ghost that needed to be taken care of. It’s safe to assume that the ghost she was going to capture is the one who possessed her.”

“And who would that be?” Peter asked sardonically.

Ray looked down. “I don’t know, Peter.”

Giving him a look, Peter walked away from the group.

“Thank you, officer.” Winston said, shaking the man’s hand. “If it’s at all possible, could you leave these recordings with us?”

The officer nodded.

As he left, Peter ran a hand over his face.

“Possession! That’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth!” He screamed, walking towards a sullen Ray. “Oh, we’re the Ghostbusters so the only plausible explanation for anything is possession.” His tone became mocking.

“Peter.” Dana pleaded as Ray avoided eye contact.

“No! We need an explanation that’s more plausible than possession!”

“And what would that be?” Winston asked, angered, causing Peter to end his assault on Ray. “Psychokinetic slime under the city?! Or how ‘bout a god with her dog henchman who has the power to summon anything we think of to destroy the city?!” He sighed. “Face it, Peter, nothing like this has a plausible explanation.”

Peter made a face, letting out a snort of derision.

“Winston’s right, Peter. And you know it.” Dana placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“This just needs to be something we can fix.” He huffed. “We have no experience in possession.”

“I have an idea.” Phoebe chimed in.

The group turned to face the younger Spengler.

“The machine at the Paranormal Research Center. The one you guys use to separate the ghosts from the objects they're possessing.”

Winston's eyes went wide.

“It was able to separate my spirit from me. It's worth a shot.”

“Absolutely not!” Winston shouted. “Phoebe, that machine nearly killed you.”

“Zedd.”

Winston turned to where Ray had shrunk away to.

“It's the only idea we have.”

“And how do you suppose we do that, Ray? Whatever's got Alex in its grasp just blew up a New York High Rise with a wave of its hand. I doubt it'll volunteer to step into a machine that'll separate it from her.”

“We'll use our proton packs.” Ray said, becoming hopeful.

“We've only used those on apparitions, never on people who've been possessed.” Winston retorted.

“It's worth a shot.” Peter sighed, feeling a bit hopeful himself.

The team looked at one another, waiting for another possible suggestion. When none came, they split off to put on their jumpsuits and grab their gear.

#ghostbusters #peter venkman x daughter!oc #ray stantz x neice!oc #ray stantz #peter venkman #winston zeddemore #possible louis tully #possible walter peck #ghostbusters 2 #ghostbusters fandom #lars pinfield #pheobe spengler #trevor spengler #callie spengler #gary grooberson #janine melnitz #ghostbusters x oc #self insert

[executethyself35]

Misc. Tag Game!!

Thank you to all who tagged me!!

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?: I have not been outside this godforsaken country, but i've been to Oklahoma multiple times and it was fun!

Something you’re proud of yourself for?: Making it to AREA for marching band!! It's a really big deal for us band kids

Favorite books?:

A Coal Miners Bride- Susan Campbell

The Journal of Douglas Allen Deeds- Rodman Philbricks

The Devil All The Time- Donald Ray Pollock

Generation Kill- Evan Wright

Something that makes your heart happy when you think about it?: My gf, and the weird shit my brain comes up with

Favorite thing about your culture?: I'm a southern whiteboy, but i guess cowboys

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?: Last year before the summer, i watched BoB first and fell in love

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?: Nope! But i'm trying to convince my mother to take me to Half-Price Books so i can go look for them!

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?: Skip Muck my boy!! and favorite scenes gotta be "Well Don, let me see, I was at home in Tonawanda and then hitler started this, so now i'm here"

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?: I do not make content for other fandoms, i barely make content for this one

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?: RICHARD SPEIGHT JR. and ik this is gonna be a basic answer but i love his role as Gabriel in Supernatural, but also him in BoB!!

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?: It has become my most popular post on here "This stuffs orange, spaghetti ain't supposed to be orange, *Perco voice* this ain't spaghetti this is army noodles with ketchup"

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?: I don't know how to express my emotions for shit, and when i was 8 i bit through my own lip!

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?: The answer is yes bc i need constant validation

Three things that make you smile?: My gf, thunderstorms, being precieved as a boy

Any nicknames you like?: Most people just call me Lex or Lexi, but i mostly just prefer to go by Alexi

List some people you love to see around on tumblr: there's alot, srry if i forget anyone, @turtle-toe, @b00ks1ut, @malarkgirlypop, @blueberry-ovaries, @1waveshortofashipwreck, @dontirrigateme, @liptonwashere, @panzershrike-pretz, @ronsparky, @love--persevering, @vanellq77, @montied, @ithinkabouttzu, @footprintsinthesxnd, @xxluckystrike and so many more

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?: Die, i'd completely say fuck it and kms bc the worlds done why not

Favorite movie?: I have a terrible time picking, but i'll say The Lost Boys

Do you like horror movies?: Yes, i mostly critisize the victims cause their dumbasses

Tags: @montied @liptonwashere @kafka-ohdear @dontirrigateme and all the people i listed above!!

#alexi rambles #mutuals #tag game

[carolrain]

Good Vibes Tuesday

Are we doing Good Vibes Tuesday again? Well, if not, I’m doing Good Vibes Tuesday a week late.

(Thank you for tagging me last week, @mostlyinthemorning, @jesuisici33, @trickiwooao3)

Here's how @mostlyinthemorning explained it: I'm in the mood for some positivity this morning, so let's share something that makes you happy about fandom*. It can be anything you like—a person or blog you appreciate, a post that made you laugh, a fic you liked, anything that puts good vibes into the world.

*fandom can be whatever you want it to be

I’ve been reading 5+1 Things fics (for Schitt’s Creek) and I think all of you who have written them are so creative and fun. I love the various ways the format and subjects are explained. Here are just a few of my favorite “thesis statements”:

Or One haunted bed and breakfast that wasn't and five perfectly normal places to stay that were.

Five times Ruth comes in to ask for a book from Stevie, and one time she brings Stevie one of her own.

Six of Patrick's first times - or, five times Patrick explores his identity, and one time he ends up exactly where he's meant to be.

Or 5 ways the robbery could have gone down differently and 1 way that it didn’t.

Or five times Johnny wasn't sure about Patrick and one time he was.

(or 5 things Patrick frames for David + 1 thing David frames for Patrick)

Five times Patrick could have come out to his parents and 1 time he did

Here are 5 sweet Christmas moments Marcy was so glad she got to witness plus 1 she really wishes she hadn't overheard.

Five times Patrick was cold (and David warmed him up), and one time he was nice and toasty (also because David warmed him up). Kind of.

OR 5 moments in his life where Patrick made a spreadsheet to help him decide and 1 time he didn’t.

5 times David calls 911 when he shouldn't (+1 time he calls when he should)

Five Dances Patrick Has At His Wedding That Aren’t With His Husband and One That Is (Plus a Bonus)

Five of Patrick's birthdays we don't see in the show, and one we do.

Five times Alexis and Twyla talk at Café Tropical. And one time they talk somewhere else.

Five times Rachel spends the night at the Brewers', and one time David does.

Five times Alexis ran from grief, and one time she didn’t.

Five (tender) moments in cars we didn't get to see between David and Patrick, and one we did.

A 5+1 in which Twyla wears Alexis' clothes and Alexis is steadily driven insane by it.

Five hikes Patrick took with Alexis, plus one he took with David.

OR 5 times Esthelle Janes runs into David and Patrick and 1 time one of them finds his way to her.

Five New Year's Eves that failed to live up to David's expectations and one that surpassed them.

Five times Patrick has a lot of thoughts about touching David. And one time he doesn't overthink it.

Ray’s adventures on Bumpkin: the aftermath of five bad dates and one good one.

AKA 5 times David overreacted and the 1 time it was Patrick.

literally just Patrick realizing he wants to marry david forced into a 5+1 things format

(I'll put titles, authors, and links under a cut.)

A Room With A Boo by @januarium

as close as pages in a book by @stereopticons

at the right time, in the right surroundings by spelling__bee (@emotional-synth-music)

Bein' a Villain, for a While by @weathereyehorizon

everybody knows the secret by @fishyspots

Frame of Reverence by @lilythesilly

got to let it show by heartwarestore (@phansterdam)

Have Yourself A Marcy Little Christmas by YouWereAlwaysGonnaBeTheOne

i don't wanna go a (cold) day without you by @thegrayness

If/Then by ishandahalf

In Case of Emergency by @rosedavid

It Feels Like A Dream When You Love Me Tenderly by wanderhomeagain

Just give me all your mind (I've got a surprise) by @yourbuttervoicedbeau

know that i'm yours (to keep) by singsongsung (@anniemurphys)

Let's All Start Living for the One That's Going to Last by @norskheks

like glass from sandy ground by @middyblue

nothing safe is worth the drive by wardo_wedidit

one single thread of gold (tied me to you) by doingthemost (@sarahlevys), @roguebebe, @sunlightsymphony

Rattlesnake Point by @streetlampsunset

Share Your Address by @colourcodedbinders

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot? by iola17 (@beaiola)

Sometimes When We Touch by @delilah-mcmuffin

Swiping Regret by @treepyful

Take a chill pill by The_Forgotten_Nobody (@scarlett-ice)

what’s left is forever by roseapothecarys (@plainest)

What's giving you good vibes today? @lizzie-bennetdarcy @ramonaflow @demora00 @mallpretzles plus any of you other 26 people I tagged should feel free to jump right in.

#good vibes tuesday #schitt's creek #schitts creek #sc fanfic #sc fic rec

[ivanwm-05]

Hi! 🙂 Enjoyed your game very much! Especially the cosmic horror scene in which the God mode MC wakes up 😄. I hope to see more how absurd and horrifying GM power can be from other POVs. Definitely one of my favorite WIPs.

So, I have a few questions and a few suggestions. I'll start with the questions. I'll refer to the MC as him.

1) What the scope of Alexis' omniscience? In other replies you mentioned that she knows everything across all timelines. Do you mean it just in the context of TLs that MC with time powers can create or is she also aware of routes where MC has different powers? Or maybe she knows that MC can have other names, genders, and appearances? Or, taken to the extreme, she is even aware of the 4th wall? In which case, does she know that the MC is the protagonist?

2) You said that the God mode MC posesses some degree of omniscience. However, it doesn't seem very consistent, so I just wanted to clarify it's extent. For example the MC seems to sense the entire universe, immediately notices that the storm is alive, knows who Gaia and Elara are before meeting them, knows everything about the DA, and, when talking to Gaia, says that the only thing he doesn't know is what he is. However in other scenes he doesn't seem to be aware of things that happen in his direct vicinity, like when he doesn't notice that the pond is actually a guy, and can't instantly identify and locate Michael. So, what the God mode MC does and doesn't know?

3) You often refer to the MC, Alexis, Adam, and Ron as anomalies. What does it actually mean? Is it just that they have particularly strong abilities, or is there another, deeper meaning?

Now, to suggestions.

1) I think the God mode MC's personality should be somewhat different from MCs with other powers. For example one personality can be apathetic and disconnected from humanity, kind of like Dr. Manhattan. Another personality may be carefree and friendly, but somewhat lacking common sense, like genuinely not getting what is the big deal about dissipating the red storm with a single thought. Another personality might be nonsensical and crazy, like Sheoggorath. Yet another one might be proud and even arrogant like Gilgamesh from Fate.

But, regardless of personality type, in my opinion the God mode MC should almost never act surprised, confused, or puzzled, even when the player is. Unless something truly unexpected occurs, he should always have this "all according to keikaku" attitude.

2) I think telepathy and superintelligence should also to some extent affect the way MC acts and views others.

3) I've seen somebody suggest adding gravity control. But how about taking it a step further and adding the power to manipulate all 4 fundamental interactions? This would be a pretty versatile and powerful ability.

Basic uses of gravity manipulation would allow levitation, telekinesis, controlling mass of objects, repelling attacks and just collapsing enemies into meatballs or flattening them into pancakes. On the high end it could be used to create black holes or even wormholes.

EM manipulations at its most basic could be used to zap people, control metals, turn coins into railgun projectiles, etc. Also it would allow to manipulate EM spectrum, for example bend light to shoot lasers or turn invisible, have x-ray or infrared vision, see through walls, hear radio waves, emit gamma rays or act as a radar. Most precise level of control would allow modifying mechanical properties of materials, turning matter into antimatter by changing electic charge and desintegrating enemies by cancelling chemical bonds inside them. Honestly it would be a pretty cool power just by itself, though MC would probably be a constant nuisance to Olivia by being a walking EMP device 😅

Weak force could be used to destroy things through nuclear decay or turn any object into a neutron bomb.

Strong force could be used to transform one element into another, split things into elementary particles, etc. The flashiest application though is the matter-to-energy conversion, which would allow to turn any mass into improvised nukes, for example a 50ml glass of water would yield a 1 megaton explosion.

The applications overlap though, as such both gravity and EM would enable some forms of flight, matter-antimatter annihilation functionally isn't any different from matter-to-energy conversion, etc.

4) When MC with telepathy and God mode hears phrases in other languages they should probably be translated. The superintelligent MC might also be able to at least pick up the meaning from the context.

5) It would be cool if MCs with telepathy, superintelligence and God mode could fry or overload the brains of hostile telepaths.

The first question would be answered in-depth with the next GM update.

It's pretty hard to explain the degree of the GM MC's partial omniscience, so I'll just put it this way, the MC is aware of almost anything, but has some blind spots at the moment due to them not being fully aware and accepting their entire situation.

This would change however, after the update and their meeting Alexis.

Firstly, you should really add MC's sister to be among the top of that list. Secondly, there is a deeper meaning, but it contains spoilers so I'll just let Pryon tell you themselves when your MC meets them.

Now for your suggestions:

I'm totally in line with your first suggestion.

The second suggestion is also something I agree with and have been trying to implement.

The third suggestion sounds super OP, I'll definitely note that down.

The fourth suggestion is already being implemented.

The last suggestion is something I also fall totally in line with.

Thanks a lot, really, I appreciate long feedback like this that takes a lot of time just to help point things out and point me in the right direction.

[sexyinaratkindaway]

Hiccups

Rating: E

Fandom: Karmaland SMP

Pairing: Alexis | Quackity/Borja Luzuriaga Vazquez | Luzugames

Tags: mayor arc, Post-Betrayal, Intoxication, Alcohol, Jealousy, Sexual Dysfunction, Erectile Dysfunction, boot kink, Daddy Kink, Trans Male Character, Trans Alexis | Quackity, Foot Jobs, Humiliation, Enemy Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Service Top, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Banter, Desperation, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Bird Hybrid Alexis | Quackity, vague puppy play, Coming In Pants, Pet Names, Topping from the Bottom, Dom/sub Undertones, Desk Sex, Introspection, i cant stress this enough this fic is about luzu being 40 and not being able to get it up

Summary: A heartbroken terrorist infiltrates Mayor Luzu's office in the dead of night.

Whatever shall he do.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48189907

His office stinks. Of shitty, too-strong room fragrance, of paper and drying ink. Of stress, and sweat.

Of liquor.

He needs windows in this room, Luzu thinks, not for the first time, pours another finger of golden whiskey in his tumbler and knocks it back. The ice in it has long melted; he has no idea how many fingers of whiskey he’s had tonight, and the words on the paper in his hands have definitely melted into messy swirls. 

Then, something changes in the air. A flutter of wings, softness of down and wool, scars and delirious, heartbroken betrayal.

“Quackity,” he says, and then presses his lips tight together, and words escape him. 

From torchlit shadow, his duckling slowly comes into view. He doesn’t even want to know how he managed to slip in the room unnoticed.

“Luzu.” He replies, and in his mouth, his name sounds like a curse. He wishes he could hear him call his name like he used to again, when he managed to make it sound like music.

“Are you here to kill me,” Luzu asks, slow, “Or did you get my message?”

“You wanted to see me,” Quackity spits out. He looks so small in front of his desk; Luzu tries to imagine him sitting behind it and fails, “So here I am.”

“I wanted to see you,” Luzu repeats, and he’s tired, tired, tired. “During work hours. On the record.”

“Tough nuts.” Quackity hops over the desk, and suddenly they’re close, so close, Luzu can smell everything on him, the vague scent of soap on his skin, cocoa on his hair, coffee on his breath, something dark in dark eyes that he can’t really make out in the dark room, and he really needs windows, because Quackity would be much prettier under natural light, bathed in silver moon rays, or even better, sunshine that paints him golden; that, or his own eyes itch and ache from too much torchlight. “You’re an idiot if you seriously thought I was gonna come in your fucking lion’s den of an office in broad daylight, surrounded by your lackeys. This can be on the record, if you want it to be.”

He wishes he’d gone to refill his eye drops.

He’ll do it tomorrow.

Tonight, Quackity’s sitting on his desk, on all his important documents, bracketing Luzu with his thighs, warm and strong under dark denim, and he is drunk and weak and tired and the boy in front of him hates him but he loves him so much his lungs ache with it.

“Just give me Osito Bimbo back,” Quackity murmurs, and suddenly he sounds so tired, too, no longer combative, no longer fiery; now he’s a kid asking for his plushie back. “You know what I want, and I know you won’t give it to me. That poor animal has nothing to do with this.”

“Your bear is fine, Quacks, I promise you–”

A whirlwind presses against him, stinking of rage and violence and a little bit of chocolate, and Quackity’s on him, noses brushing together, clawed hands fisted in his nice waistcoat; Quackity caws a dangerous noise deep in his throat, chittering with threat, and Luzu stares at the sharp teeth poking at him from between chapped, bitten lips and yearns .

“You don’t get to call me that,” Quackity hisses, “not anymore.”

They stand face to face for a second, that stretches into two, into five, into minutes and hours, days and years, and when Luzu blinks no time has passed at all.

He wants.

So he takes.

He cups Quackity’s cheeks in his hands, rises from his chair— skreeeech, go the metal legs on the wooden floor—to push him flat on the desk and bite into his mouth. Quackity deflates quickly under him, his arms wrap around Luzu’s neck like they belong there, because they do , and, belatedly, the low undercurrent of guilt about fucking Quackity that engulfs him every time he isn’t fucking Quackity—he’s so young, Christ, he could be his son— wanes into the background noise of his brain, lost in the pleased, surprised trill that jumps out of Quackity’s willing throat. They kiss like men starved, because they are; they haven’t seen each other since election day, last week; they haven’t fucked since the night before election day, and there are faint, fading bruises on Quackity’s skin, low enough that the collar of his fancy little powder blue shirt wouldn’t show the shapes of teeth. He’s not wearing the powder blue shirt tonight. His shirt is white, looks much cheaper, and, unbuttoned to the second button, exposes the hollow of a slender throat, sharp clavicles under thin, bite-marred skin, a golden chain, a faint peek on smattering of hair, so hidden that catching a glimpse of it feels sacrilegious.

Luzu lays peck after peck on Quackity’s lips, and groans, grateful, when a rough little tongue presses against the seam of his lips, opens his mouth to let his lover in and delights in how he licks inside his mouth, aggressive and ravenous and seeking to claim, and Luzu lets himself be claimed, if it means that, for a moment, he can pretend that the past week hasn’t happened and everything is normal.

Christ, the boy looks good like this. Spread out on his desk, cheeks flush, eyes wavering, lips red and puffy and slick. It reminds Luzu of every other time he’s had him spread out somewhere, flush and wanting for him, in his own bed, in Quackity’s, in caves and creeks and in alleys and on benches and in trees and in the church and one very memorable time in Rubius’ bed.

They fuck far too much for all the loop-de-loops Luzu’s internal organs do every time he looks at Quackity. By now things should be simple; they should have it figured out. This whole ‘elections’ business has definitely thrown a wrench in the mess that is their relationship.

“Don’t think this changes anything,” Quackity breathes, and he’s back in his stupid fucking too-dark office, and his duckling wants him dead. 

“I know it doesn’t,” Luzu replies, though it hurts his heart, and dips his head low to bury under Quackity’s chin and mouth at the soft skin there, “But I really need this, duckling, please.”

Something softens in Quackity then, fingers are snaking in his hair and holding tight, pulling him from his warm little crook for another kiss, and another, and another. Luzu follows his lead, grateful, for once, for the distraction, for the skin against his own making him forget the pounding headache and the swirling intoxication and all his worldly problems. Quackity tends to have that effect on him.

He rises higher on his feet, bends low over Quackity until he’s draped his whole self on top of him and lets himself sigh deep in his lips as he slots neatly in the mountains and valleys of the little body under his, familiar like the kisses they’re sharing. He thrusts against the warm space between Quackity’s legs, the boy doesn’t react, and, with a start, he realises something is horrendously off.

Quackity bites his lip, and a hand snakes its merry way down the front of Luzu’s pants just as he tries to pull away, desperately.

A snicker, low and mean, when Quackity gropes at his trousers and finds his dick painfully soft.

“Ohh, duckling, I really need this”, he says, voice pitched high, mocking, “and then you can’t even get it up for me? Luzu, I’m kinda offended.

He tries to stutter something out, an apology, an excuse. Quackity is undoing his belt one-handed, and he shouldn’t be surprised that Quackity isn’t put off by this, but he is.

“Maybe I had to much too drink,” he settles on, but it’s stammered and far too shivery to not betray the charming smile he tries on for size. Quackity chuckles, and all is right in the world.

“Or maybe you’re just too old. Off to the retirement home with you, old man.”

Luzu laughs, too, but the laughter slowly slowly dies on his hips as his lover pulls his trousers undone and slips his hand in his boxers, to wrap around him. It feels good, though faint, warm and a bit calloused the way Quackity’s hands always are, and Luzu hisses at the drag and pull, too dry and just perfect because it’s Quackity.

Quackity, who keeps jerking him off even if it’s difficult to finagle the two of them and reach that far as Luzu drops back down to bite kisses in his skin, high on his adam’s apple now because he doesn’t have to be presentable for electoral debates anymore, and he still won’t get fucking hard. It feels good, of course it does, it feels amazing, Quackity’s skin is soft and musky with sweat under his teeth and his hand is growing slick on his cock, it leaves him gasping, breathless, and he won’t get hard and it’s frustrating them both.

“How much have you had to drink?” Quackity asks, disbelief in the tilt of his voice.

“Not so much that I don’t know what I want,” Luzu replies, and Quackity snorts.

“But, obviously enough that you won’t get it up for real.”

"I can get it up," Luzu snarls, but it's half hearted.

 He looks down at the angel caged between his arms, wrist snapping to jerk him off, eyes all fiery focus, the little notch in his kiss-red lips he is so cagey about twisted with his sneer. Laid on his mayoral desk, his place of power, that he has pined so much for. He is so beautiful and Luzu has never been more aroused. 

He is barely getting started on a chub.

"I can get it up," he says, again, low and defeated, and Quackity tsks. His hand leaves, and Luzu's world crumbles down on his shoulders.

"This was a waste of time," his voice is cutting, mean. He glances at the bottle by his side as he holds himself up on his elbows, grabs the neck of it to squint at the label. "Getting so drunk on the good stuff on a Monday night… You've let yourself go, Luzu."

Quackity takes a swig from the crystal bottle of his best fucking whisky, and Luzu is struck by the peculiar need to chase the drop of amber liquid on his chin with his tongue.

The warm weight under him shifts, then, and Luzu knows that Quackity is going to leave him alone in this fucking office again and he can't take it.

"Wait," he gasps, "wait, Quacks," his hands grip slender hips and hold him still, he kisses Quackity, again and again and again until they're both breathless, "Don't go yet."

"There’s nothing here for me to do," Quackity snarls, a mean grin pressed against Luzu's lips, "You can’t even get hard enough to fuck me."

"Let me eat you out," God, he sounds pathetic, "Please, angel, let me eat you out."

He needs it like air. If tonight he doesn’t get to feel Quackity, scorching and vice tight around him, he’s sure he’s going to drop dead or do something dangerous, and he’s sure it shows on his face.

Quackity looks up at him, his eyebrows slowly walk towards his hairline.

"Shit," he gasps out laughter, "you really are pathetic. Sure, whatever. I'm sure your tongue still works, if nothing else."

Luzu nods, frantic, and his hands fly to undo the button of Quackity's jeans, pull them and his boxers down to his ankles, because he is not coordinated enough right now to undo shoelaces.

The first sight of Quackity's belly button, his happy trail, the cloud of curly dark hair that hides his cunt from the world, is like a balm for Luzu's tired eyes, and he pulls his hair out of his face, drops down to bury in his belly. He sits back on his chair, heavy; despite the mocking little coos coming out of Quackity's lips, his knees close around his ears to pull him down where he's needed, and, Christ, he smells intoxicating so up close, Luzu wants to be buried between those thighs and never come up again. He lays a kiss on the sparse hair on Quackity’s tummy, another and another, his hands rise up to go bury in his duckling’s bush, and despite himself, Quackity hums a pleased noise when Luzu’s thumbs find his lips, warm and delicate, and pull them apart to expose sensitive sensitive flesh to cold, stale air, look down at him like this, exposed and willing. Despite all his ribbing, his cunt is soft and puffy and slick, cock peeking out plump and full from his lips, and Luzu is glad that, somehow, even in his pathetic, drunken haze he has it in himself to turn Quackity on. That, or the whisky is stronger than he thought.

He runs a thumb along a sensitive lip, up the flowery, jagged edge to swipe lightly at his cockhead, and Quackity shivers above him, beautiful. The knee hooked on his shoulder pushes him down, and he gladly complies.

“So pretty,” he hears a murmur, and only belatedly realises that it’s coming from him, and then he opens his lips and lets his duckling in.

Quackity moans, a crackly sound almost like a trill, and his leg spasms at the first feel of a warm tongue on his folds, and Luzu gets to work. These are well mapped waters for him, for the two of them; nibble at his labia minora that way he likes until he's keening panicked noises, circle his entrance with the tip of a tongue that drives him crazy, kiss the skin around his cock while barely touching it until he's pulling on Luzu's hair, insistent and petulant, and Luzu caves in.

He eats him like starved, starved of the musk and the salty taste and the broken noises Quackity is trilling above him, and he wishes, desperately, that his mouth was free so he could go to him, pull their cheeks close and whisper filthy little nothings to him, how handsome he is, how lovely he sounds, how tight his pretty little cunt around Daddy's fat cock, you love it, don't you, sunshine, my little angel? You like it when Daddy splits you open on his cock until you cry?

And he can't, because his mouth is busy wringing an orgasm out of him, musk and slick drip drip dripping down his chin and a symphony of too-loud cries in his ears, he can't because despite everything, despite how aroused he is, he's still only at half mast, and the frustration makes him want to snap bones.

He doesn't snap any bones. He bites down on Quackity's soft inner thigh as the boy above him comes down from his orgasm, and then dives in again. 

"Ah, Lusu, wait–"

It's endearing, the way he butchers his name, loopy and raw from the orgasm and the screaming, and he hopes the way he suckles desperately at his red, puffy cock is a good enough "please" that Quackity will let him have this.

Quackity deflates with a trembling groan, his head thuds lightly against the wooden desk, and Luzu thanks all his gods and stars for it. Quackity could force him off, if he so liked; he felt the shape of knives hidden in his pockets as he stripped him, and, despite everything, he is reminded of the fact that the gasping little thing above him, that he keeps calling boy , is a man, a dangerous terrorist, armed with knives and surely a gun somewhere and dynamite, probably, if he knows who he’s dealing with, underneath the gasping, pleading mewls he makes as Luzu sucks on his cock to coax another orgasm out of him, there, there, almost there, until Quackity snaps and arches into his mouth with a warbled cry that, if you squint, could passably sound for an ‘L’ and a ‘Z’ and that’s enough for Luzu to want more.

He dives low to lap at the slickness on Quackity’s thighs, on the table— all his papers are now soaked with Quackity’s orgasms— up and up to his winking, oversensitive hole to bury his tongue in it.

“Christ, Christ, Luzu–”

“Mm,” is all he says in response, a low, distracted hum vibrating on sensitive skin, because Quackity’s insistent tugging in his hair feels nice, and the lithe, strong legs in his grip shift and move, and suddenly there’s a boot between his legs, gently pressed against his half-hard cock under his briefs, and the too-rough stimulation makes Luzu choke and Quackity choke after him when his tongue spasms inside him and walls constrict and twitch as if trying to milk him dry. The boy probably hasn’t even realised where his foot is, lost in the tongue deep inside him.

“Quacks,” he mutters against him, lays a few too-hungry bites on his thighs, “Quacks, fuck, you’re so good to me,” he bucks against Quackity’s boot, and the rough friction is heaven on his sweaty skin, his still-not-all-hard cock suffers under the sole, and Quackity, finally, seems to realise, because he gasps out a bark of laughter and grinds his foot down, and Luzu has to bite his lip to not whine.

“Jesus, Luzu, me all sprawled out and sexy for you on your desk doesn’t do it for you but me stomping on your cock like you’re my fucking door mat does?” Quackity sounds out of breath.

“Hngh,” is how Luzu defends himself, because the flat heel of Quackity’s boot is grinding into the sensitive base of his cock, and harsh little fingers are dragging his face back to bury his whine in that too-warm, perfect cunt.

“Get back to work,” Quackity says, but it’s more choked than he probably wants it to sound, “Finish what you’ve started, and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

That’s all the encouragement Luzu needs, really.

He dives back in head first to spear his tongue deep inside his duckling, and Quackity moans beautiful and high. He fucks Quackity slow and steady, his tongue and then his fingers punching noise after noise of him, and when he looks up, his duckling is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and maybe Luzu doesn’t want windows after all, because then any passerby on a midnight stroll might get to see Quackity writhing on his desk with their mayor’s head between his legs, and the sole hypothetical thought sends a spray of jealousy coursing along Luzu’s bloodstream.

But he’s here, isn’t he? He’s here between Quackity’s legs, and there are no windows in his office, and Rubius is who knows fucking where, and doesn’t get to know exactly what his cunt feels like twitching around his fingers.

Or maybe he does. Prospective First Lady and all.

Quackity keens out a broken little sound when he crooks his fingers, and he leans to lap at his cockhead, shiny and pink, and it takes little more than a few gentle taps on that bundle of nerves that make his duckling melt before he’s crying out, and there’s scorching warm wetness on his leather glove, dripping down his bare wrist and his lap. A few droplets even make it on Quackity’s boot.

He flops down, exhales a sigh, tired, content, legs spread and skin shiny with sweat; Luzu lays his cheek on his thigh and just stares, feels his eyes soften with affection. 

Then the foot on his cock moves and reality comes crashing back.

The chair creaks and groans under the weight of his shifting, his legs fall open of their own accord to make space for the cruel stimulation, and he’s still not hard but he might just be able to cum like this, and Quackity knows. He’s pulled himself up on his elbows, and is staring down at him, and his toothy little grin says everything and nothing. The tip of his boot grinds into his cockhead, and the cotton of his briefs is doing nothing to hide the rough surface, and Luzu’s arms fly around Quackity’s legs, ravenous for something, anything to hold on as he thrusts back against cruel, relentless stimulation, again and again and again, and Quackity’s laughter is caging him in his own head.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon, Lusu, hump my foot like the lying, cheating dog you are, you bastard, cum all over my shoe, c’mon, c’mon,” he’s saying, and he sounds out of breath but there’s a cutting edge in his words that hurts, and it hurts all the worse because Luzu knows it’s true.

He’s a lying, cheating, bastard dog, and he’s about to cum all over Quackity’s boot.

“Quacks,” he mutters, buried in his leg, “Quackity, duckling, angel, please, please.”

He reaches down to help, but, really, against harsh leather and black rubber make it hard to do anything that isn’t cupping his balls, gently, reach a finger back to rub at his taint and make it go faster, faster, so much, too much, and then he’s coming on a strangled groan, and Quackity is grinding him through it, through dripping a sorry, white, sticky mess in his briefs and on Quackity’s boot and his nice fucking trousers, through the aftershocks, until pleasure morphs into pain and his hips flex back and away.

He’s left, slumped back in his fancy fucking chair as he watches his duckling sweep a finger across the mess of cum left on his shoe, analyze it briefly before he flicks it off; watches as Quackity pulls his jeans back up and straightens up his shirt and his hair; watches as he leaves out the door and he’s left alone in his stupid fucking office with no windows, that stinks of too-strong room fragrance, paper and drying ink, of stress and sweat, of whiskey, and of sex.

He wants none of this night left on record.

#knight's notebook #karmaland #karmaland v #karmaland 5 #luckity #luzu #luzugames #quackity #alex quackity #k!quackity #k!luzu

[alexithykia]

"how that gambler managed to attract a partner is beyond me, she must be a fool."

"well, well, aren't you a nosey one? i'll leave my angel with you but they better come back with not a mark on them - save for mine, of course."

◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟

❀ dynamics; bunny x fox // sun & moon // boss & subordinate.

avn: that makes sense... you're my prey, after all.

❀ first meeting; they first met while alexi was working in one of penacony's infamous casinos! she worked behind the bar tending to the drinks. aventurine had a knack for ordering drinks to his table consistently every night and it would be alexi who would have to make the walk to his table every time to see him. she fell in love at first sight, he realised she was a cute geek who had interest in his home planet.

avn: and you still do show interest in my home, darling… alx: why wouldn't i? you came from there, daddy!

❀ spending time together; aventurine usually has alexi sat on his lap during his poker games as a 'good luck charm.' there's a lot of nights of the pair of them leaving the casino early to go on remotely expensive dates so that alexi can wear the nice dresses he treats her to. some days alexi doesn't have the social battery for that though, she's much quieter than he can be so sometimes they just go straight home and curl up together with their abandonment issues. the pair of them commonly wind up veritas whenever he visits to make sure aventurine is doing his job...

alx: yeah but... where is that handsome bust of his, huh? avn: oh, my sweet bunny... i raised you well.

❀ modern!au; the sweet secretary to the ceo of an investment company. regardless of how well she’s praised for her position at such a firm, alexi has no idea how stocks work and is seen more as a ‘dumb’ secretary to her colleagues. perhaps that’s exactly why aventurine took a fancy to her in the first place, keeping her busy with his schedule and other tedious things rather than financial tasks.

❀ university!au; when little miss politics major alexi gets lost on the first day of lectures in her first year, she ends up wandering the campus’ business building and running into second year business management major aventurine! he can’t help but find her a little endearing and tries to convince his second year theology major friend veritas to find out her name for him.

❀ not safe for work; a very loyal bunny to her daddy, alexi has a habit of making bets with aventurine that she knows she'll lose. loser does whatever the winner wants and despite catching onto this, how could he say no to her when she settles on her knees under the poker table, nuzzling her cheek on his crotch happily?

❀ petnames for each other; for him: her gambler, daddy & darling. for her: his angel, bunny, darling & his lucky charm.

"you'll never find one without the other, that's for sure."

𐙚 avenlexi’s playlist; favorite, isabel larosa // too sweet, hozier // my love mine all mine, mitski // stop the world i wanna get off with you, arctic monkeys // national anthem, lana del ray // worship, ari abdul.

#field of flowers ♡ avenlexi #angel’s guide ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 #prev -> #⋆𐙚₊ avenlexi ˚⊹♡

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Marsilio Ficino to Giovanni Cavalcanti, his unique friend/most perfect friend*: greetings

I cannot let your people return to you from the Fighini market without any of our produce, for I think it very wrong that, whilst bringing you other men’s goods, they do not return with your own. So they bear three of our letters: one amends what I dictated hastily to my boy when our brother came, the others are copies of what I wrote long ago to Antonio degli Agli and Piero del Nero. I did not have anything of today to present, so I have given what is external. 

You are a simpleton, Corydon! You send tasteless little fruits to a most discriminating palate. But have confidence; Alexis should savour these things at least a little;**

 [...]

*I have seen both terms used in translation of Ficino’s pet-term for Giovanni. 

**Ficino is quoting from Virgil’s Eclogues (or, Bucolics) where the shepherd boy Corydon is in (unrequired) love with another shepherd boy Alexis, framing himself as Corydon and Giovanni as Alexis. Though that Corydon was a good musician and wins a singing competition in the story is a fun parallel to Marsilio, who was known to be a very good musician himself. Cosimo had Ficino sing to him on his death bed (and read aloud what he had translated of Plato). 

Marsilio Ficino to Giovanni Cavalcanti, his unique friend/most perfect friend: greetings

Because I am now forced to spend long periods in bed, I have been considering a remedy against the tedium of a continuing confinement. The first, indeed the only one who could relieve the tedium threatening me, came to mind; my Cavalcanti, my especial doctor. And so welcome again, my health giver, expeller of my evils, preserver of my goods. 

You, my Giovanni, assuredly make many other things clear to me every day, but primarily this, the saying of Aristotle: nothing is more full of grace in the human condition than the presence of a most excellent friend. I learnt from you the meanings and the truth of this saying long ago, and I learnt the underlying principle. Behold, he who bore be inwardly away from myself, formerly as much by my desire for him as recently through his physical absence, that same one, in return, through a certain mutual disposing of mind and through his mental presence, restores me to myself. 

[...]

Therefore you will receive a letter, perhaps more of necessity than of choice, for, as I have said, it seems that I have been compelled to compose it for the sake of dispelling tedium. But, Oh! I have just transgressed, I do not know how, my Giovanni, but I have transgressed seriously against the divine spirit and authority of Plato. Listen to Plato on high, sharply rebuking me, as he thunders: O Marsilio! what free choice or what necessity do you observe in a lover? A lover’s letter is as much of choice as of necessity. No necessity is more freely chosen than a loving necessity; no free choice is more necessary than the free choice of love. 

[...]

And the lover already experiences the full-grown flame before he perceives the ray and the radiating point. He needs must burn, if he burn by heavenly decree. He needs must burn, for in seeking relief he always feeds the flame with the very drink with which vainly he hopes to quench it. 

[...]

This is totally a very normal thing to write the man you love while sick in bed, Marsilio. 

Marsilio Ficino to Giovanni Cavalcanti, his unique friend/most perfect friend: greetings

Yesterday at Novoli we celebrated the holy day of Saint Cristopher and Saint James. I said 'holy', Giovanni, and I would certainly have added 'feast', if you had been there. Without you nothing whatever is a feast for me. See how dear you are to your Marsilio, for whom, if one may say so, not even heavenly things have any value without you. This is just, for he who has joined Christopher and James in one holy festival, has likewise joined Marsilio and Giovanni in life. And the same spirit or a very similar one guides us both. God has ordained, I believe, that we should live on earth with a single will and similar way of life and in heaven under the same principle and in an equal degree of happiness. 

Farewell, Achates of our voyage and our delight when we reach port.

these men are very straight. 

Marsilio Ficino to Giovanni Cavalcanti, his unique friend/most perfect friend: greetings

The care of my own sick body and that of my father is one burden for me. Your absence is another. Both must be born with equanimity, lest they become more burdensome through impatience. But if you have any humanity, do not add to my double burden yet a third, too great a burden if you do not return my books. It is the loss of time that makes me ask for them so often. No loss is more serious than that. Alas that I ask so boldly for things I do not really want to receive; but for what I do want I dare not ask. 

It is right that I should have the former, while at present it is necessary for me to be without the latter. It is prudent to do what is right and, as far as one can, to make what is necessary voluntary. The first is for you to do, and the second is for me to attempt. 

Farewell, and while you are looking after other people’s affairs for their sake, take care of yourself for your own sake. 

We don’t have a that for this letter, so we don’t know which books it is that Ficino sent him, but given this line: “Alas that I ask so boldly for things I do not really want to receive [his books]; but for what I do want I dare not ask [Giovanni himself]” I choose to believe he had sent along the latest version of his commentary on Plato’s Symposium (known at the time as his Book on Love), which he began at the behest of Giovanni who was trying to lever Marsilio out of a deep depressive episode by dangling Plato in front of him. (Dear readers, it worked. For a time, at least.)

Marsilio Ficino to Giovanni Cavalcanti, his unique friend/most perfect friend: greetings

The hand could not guide the pen were it not itself moved by the soul. Marsilio could not now write to his hero [Giovanni] were he not first so invited by his hero. But one thing that troubles me more than anything else is that you write to me because you promised; and that I attribute to a bargain, not to love. 

I desire letters of love, not of barter; or are you really mine by contract just because I am yours? I wish you to be mine through love. 

Marsilio being totally normal about Giovanni. 

#marsilio blogging #marsilio ficino #Giovanni Cavalcanti #early modern italy #15th century #early modern history #early modern florence #obscure early modern Florence blogging

[a-tale-of-legends]

yaknow what since im obsessing over sims and stressing over ignoring animal crossing; what's all of your ocs fave video games? (or just genre works too!)

Ooooh that's a good one. I don't play a lot of games IRL so. Just mostly the genre here

Jin - Hmmmmm, I can see Jin using video games as an outlet for their anger when they were younger. Essentially those beat em up games that don't really require strategy and just beating things to a pulp. It's very cathartic.

Kohaku - Doesn't usually play video games, but she would like those survival/scavenger games. She already does it irl, so it comes easy to her.

Kenji - I think Kenji has a wide variety of tastes when it comes to video games, despite his appearance. I think the only thing he doesn't really care for or stomach are those war games n horror. His top faves would be jrpg and general turn based rpg's ( so think omori and undertale). Racing games are also very good.

Aiko - Fighting games,I think. Like smash, or street fighter. She would really enjoy those.

Beryl - Beryl has two older siblings, one of which is a more avid gamer than they are, so any equivalent to Smash or Mario kart is something they would absolutely enjoy. They have a guilty pleasure of beating the others in said games: you can't blame her! She's a younger sibling, they deserve some victories.

Danica - Indie horror is a favorite, surprising no one. But she actually tends to lean towards more cozy games. Think stardew valley or animal crossing.

Kiran - Puzzle games are something that Kiran gravitates to! But if I'm being honest, he's more likely to listen to video games soundtracks while working ( or napping) than sit down and play a game. He's more of a watcher than doer.

Alexis and Elliot - they have most experience with group party games ( with Cheren and Bianca) and absolutely love rhythm/ music games. Surprising no one lol.

Eva - Hmm. This one's hard. I have no doubt that Eva plays video games but not sure if I can place a personal favorite for her. She kinda just goes with whatever.

Wayne - Anything sci-fi. This kinda goes for movies too. Specifically stuff with cool aliens n stuff.

Jude - Horror lol. Indie horror, they think those are more compelling than triple A games.

Dante - Also horror, but don't tell anyone.

Ames - Hmmmmm. Another hard one. Really shows my lack of knowledge here lol. The best I can describe it is like ...funky? Funky little games, if that makes sense.Ream weird but endearing ones. Maybe Undertale like her brother. Yeah.

Ray - is very good at puzzle games, but also games in general??? The type of guy who you call to do a hard level for you. Actually now that I think about it, he would like Hollow Knight.

Naomi- Cozy relaxing games! She would find games like stardew valley amusing.

Carol - MYSTERY GAMES!!!! Ghost trick would be a fav. Also otome games, ironically.

Luca - I think he would really like the pokemon equivalent to Mario kart!

R.B- Doesn't exactly know, she's still figuring herself out in terms of her likes and dislikes. Penny and Luca are helping her with that. Right now she just goes with whatever.

#r rambles #r answers #legendverse #Legendverse ocs

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AUTHOR REVEALS

Good things come in threes by DoctorMiguel-animal-lover (@seldom-what-i-seem)  [Ted/Miguel/Jake, Ted/Miguel - E - 5,542]

What would it be like being with a man?

Ted lets himself think about it for more than a fleeting second. What would it be like to touch someone like Miguel? What would Jake feel like if he held him with intent, and not just partook in a friendly hug or back slap with a bro?

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Conference Companions by @rosedavid [Gen (Ray, Ronnie, Patrick) - T - 4,605]

After a tedious morning of driving, Ronnie arrives at the hotel. She steps through the automatic doors into the lobby and heads toward the check-in counter, ready to fully enjoy her long weekend. That’s when she sees them. She slides her sunglasses down her nose to be sure her mind isn’t playing tricks on her.

“Oh fuck no."

. . .

OR

Ronnie's conference plans are promptly derailed when she discovers Ray and Patrick are there, too.

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We're goin' Somewhere or goin' Nowhere by stargazer60 [Stevie/Emir - T - 3,991]

Stevie Budd gets an invitation and has to decide whether or not to accept it.

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A Day Up Schitt's Creek by AuthorByNight [Gen (Stevie, Ted, Twyla, Mutt) - T - 3,963]

It’s 2003, and five high school students have to clean the creek on their first day of summer vacation. Will this end in entropy or solidarity?

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Late Nite Hang by Turkey_Virgin (@tyfinn)  [David & Stevie - T - 2,861]

Stevie realizes just how important David is to her.

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Lock and Key by doingthemost (@sarahlevys), sonlali (@landofsonlali) [Rachel/Ted - G - 2,649]

Rachel drives to Schitt's Creek to surprise her ex and instead ends up participating in the Singles Week lock-and-key event.

Ted has recently broken up with his girlfriend and is looking to meet someone new.

Will this lock and key be a match?

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What Once Was Ours is No One's Now by Simplythebex (@simplythebexx) [Patrick & Rachel - G - 12,471]

The story of Patrick and Rachel.

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three can keep a secret (if one of them is dead) by doingthemost (@sarahlevys), @lilythesilly, @petalwritesx, yellow_bird_on_richland (@turningtimeinthetardis) [Ted/Alexis/Twyla - T - 4,574]

It’s not Alexis’ fault that everything escalated so quickly.

She may be intentional about certain things—the cons she runs, the heists she pulls off—but falling in love had never been part of the plan.

Then again, she isn't the greatest con woman in the world for nothing, even if no one else feels like acknowledging that she is. Maybe the biggest job she ever succeeded at was convincing herself that she was never going to fall in love—and then she went ahead and did it twice.

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Or falling in love, being a criminal mastermind and faking your death go hand in hand (in hand).

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You Did Good by Turkey_Virgin (@tyfinn)  [Gen (Ronnie & David)  - G - 3,849]

A closer look at Ronnie's friendship with David

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This (boy) is on fire by @designatedgrape [Gen (Patrick, Alexis, Moira, Stevie) - T - 3,558]

David’s jaw drops in outrage, and Patrick bites his lip as Alexis squeals, “Ooh, burn, David!”

If looks could kill, Patrick is pretty sure that Alexis would have been incinerated on the spot, and Patrick wouldn’t be far behind. That is, until Mr. Rose chimes in with, “Ouch, you’re on fire, son!”

Alexis and David whip their heads towards him, responding swiftly and simultaneously. “No, Dad.” “Absolutely not.”

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Or, Patrick's relationship with Alexis and the rest of the Roses, through the evolution of "Burn, David!"

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Three's Company by @treepyful [Alexis/Twyla, Miguel/Shannon/Ted - T - 3,473]

"I think Ted's freaking out a little because he had a threesome?"

OR

Alexis just wants to enjoy her quiet Sunday morning without being bombarded by texts by three panicking veterinarians. She does not get her wish.

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[Art: In Business & In Love] by @mallpretzles [Alexis & Patrick - G - N/A]

Alexis flirtatiously bosses Patrick into throwing a massive, last minute event during Singles Week.

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You Were There All Along by @treluna4 [Stevie/Twyla - M - 19,794]

“I can’t tell you when exactly it started. I don’t remember. It just seemed like one day we were relative strangers and the next day, Twyla Sands was suddenly there. A presence in my life.”

Stevie and Twyla were best friends in high school. They both had unstable home lives and found comfort and solace in each other. After high school they drifted apart when life got in the way, but they always showed up for each other when it mattered.

Years later, Stevie reflects on their friendship and wonders if it’s possible that they could be something more.

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coming home to you by @stereopticons [Gen (Stevie, David) - T - 2,185]

There’s a room in the cottage that’s always ready for her, whenever she needs it.

It’s not a guest room. David and Patrick were very clear on that. The third bedroom is the guest room. But this, this is her room.

There’s Rose Apothecary products in the bathroom, even though she’d still use the drugstore brand if left to her own devices. There’s the old, battered quilt on the foot of the bed that David said didn’t go with the decor, but left it there for her anyway because he knew how much she loved it. There’s even a Sarah McLachan poster on the wall.

There’s a room in the cottage that’s always ready for her, and that’s why she’s definitely not crying on this airplane.

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A Ray of Light by Turkey_Virgin (@tyfinn)  [Gen (Patrick, Ray) - NR - 1,477]

Patrick needs a change, and contacts Ray Butani about a job.

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sophomore slump (or comeback of the year) by @petalwritesx [Gen (David, Connor) - G - 1,242]

“What can I do for you, Connor?” he asks.

“Right.” Connor clears his throat too. “I was actually hoping I could get your advice on something?”

“Oh, now you want my advice?”

Connor groans. “Are you gonna make me regret this?”

“I mean, probably,” David says, pretending to inspect his nails. “I don’t give very good advice.”

a.k.a., Connor actually needs David's advice this time.

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His Very Nearness by coffee_and_glitter (@fictasticvoyage) [Gen (David, Twyla) - G - 1,237]

In his early days in Schitt’s Creek, David finds a less than traditional method of caring for his mental health. His friendship with Ted and Twyla gets him through, and he maybe makes a new friend as well.

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[Podfic] we'll get together then, dad by NC Pods (@n0connections)  [Gen (Alexis, Johnny) - T - 00.08.06]

"Alexis? Honey?" He tries a laugh. "You're making me worry."

"Sorry! Sorry." She laughs, too, and it sounds closer to the Alexis who learned to love him in Schitt's Creek. "I'm just... I don't know how to say this, I guess? But." He hears her take a deep breath before the rest of her words come out in a rush.

"I'm queer, Dad. And I wanted you to know."

When Alexis comes out to Johnny, he does some reflecting about his two children.

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White Flag by DoctorMiguel-animal-lover (@seldom-what-i-seem)  [Ted/Miguel - M - 8,080]

Ted chokes on his spit causing Miguel to glance up from his spot by the steamy bathroom doorway and nearly fall over in shock, it's a miracle he manages to keep a tight grip on his towel.

Ted's eyes bulge and his mouth gapes, he finds his pulse rocketing and then the heat of a full body blush as it washes over him. What the hell is going on? Why is his business rival half naked in his hotel room? And more importantly.. how the hell is he more ripped than Ted is?

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left unsaid by @treepyful [Jake/Mutt - T - 5,874]

A day in the barn life, feat. various plants, oppressive summer heat, and Mutt quietly having emotions about literally everything.

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Softwood by brrose (@brrose-apothecary) [David/Jake - T - 5,263]

David could go to the store, but he’d already told Patrick he won’t be there today. The café is out, too, and so is just taking a walk around town, for the same reasons—he might run into Patrick, or Stevie, or, god forbid, Sebastien. None of his usual options are going to work today, but if he doesn’t do something to get out and distract himself, he’s pretty sure he’s going to lose his fucking mind and end up locking himself in his mother’s closet.

He closes his eyes, focusing on his breathing again, and feeling his skin prickle with nervous energy. He flips through the mental Rolodex of limited distractions available to him without money, reliable means of transportation, or an elaborate disguise… and only one option comes to mind.

After beating Sebastien at his own game, David visits another former lover—but gets more than the simple distraction he was looking for.

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Summer, Spring, Winter, or Fall: The Story of Two Unlikely Friends by AuthorByNight [Gen (Ray, Ronnie) - T - 3,322]

Ray and Ronnie's friendship through the years. That's it. That's the story.

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i don’t know where i been lately, but now i’m alright by Yellow_Bird_On_Richland (@turningtimeinthetardis)  [Gen (Patrick, Twyla) - T - 2,751]

“Yeah, I’m new,” Patrick clarifies, “but I’ll be staying for a bit.”

“Well, then,” Twyla replies, flashing another winning smile as she grabs his soup bowl and empty beer glass, “welcome to Schitt’s Creek. Glad to have you here.”

“Thanks. Glad to be here.”

It’s not the truth, not by a long shot, but it’s further away from an outright lie than he expects.

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the wedding planners by @lilythesilly [Stevie/Ruth, Gen (David, Mrs. Clancy) - G - 1,304]

David: I can’t believe you and Ruth eloped

Stevie: Are you actually mad that we eloped or that we didn’t tell you about it

David: Honestly I’m running on so much adrenaline it feels like kind of both

David: like equally

Stevie: If it helps Ruth’s mom is yelling at her right now, because she didn’t tell her family either

David: ...

David: Actually yes, that does help thank you

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Or, David and Ruth's mom plan Stevie and Ruth's wedding part 2.

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[Podfic] The Seven Husbands of Alexis Rose by Amanita_Fierce, doingthemost (@sarahlevys), HowOldAreWe, @hullomoon, @lilythesilly, NC Pods (@n0connections), @roguebebe, schittpodding (@schittposting), @sunlightsymphony, @thesleepyskipper @wi22iou @danieljradcliffe, with art by @rhetoricalk [Alexis/Twyla - T - N/A]

My name is Alexis Rose. But you knew that already, didn't you?

There's no need for shyness. You don't need to pretend that you didn't Google me before you read this article, or that you don't know who I am. I shouldn't misspeak, though: you think you know who I am. You have an idea of who Alexis Rose is.

Maybe you've never seen any of my movies. Maybe you think I'm washed up, someone only your parents care about. Maybe you think I'm irrelevant. Maybe you think I'm a whore.

Oh, don't duck your head. I guarantee you're not the first person to ever let that idea enter your mind, and you won't be the last.

In 2015, Alexis Rose pens a tell-all for Vogue, promising to finally tell the truth about all seven of those infamous husbands and then some…

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Simply the Vet by @hullomoon [David/Ted - M - 6,508]

The new vet across the street catches David's eye

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time—curious, mystical, wondrous time by doingthemost (@sarahlevys)[Alexis/Twyla - T - 5,943]

Alexis leans in, lowering her voice to a whisper. "I already lived today. Like, yesterday was August 20. My mom got back on Sunrise Bay, and I gave you all my clothes, and—"

"Alexis!" Twyla exclaims. "You did what?"

"Okay, I promise I will circle back to that, but." Alexis flattens her hands on the countertop. "Like, am I losing it, or is this something that maybe you've heard of happening before?"

Twyla purses her lips, thinking a little, before she turns her patient gaze back to Alexis. "I don't think that's ever happened to me, but nothing's impossible if you believe that it's true."

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Til we're running from it by lonely_ampersand (@smblmn) [Gen (Ted, Rachel), Ted/Alexis - T - 3,492]

It's like she's the cute unsuspecting redhead from a horror movie who goes straight to get killed after doing the opposite of what she was advised to do. Because that's how she feels, like her life ended yesterday, in a way, and suddenly she can't wait to get out of this nightmare of a town.

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like a tide to the shore by @nerdframed [Stevie/Ruth - M - 3,993]

This is not a supernatural love affair...

... or that's what Ruth tries telling herself.

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Hide Your Diamonds, Hide Your Exes by AuthorByNight [Gen (Patrick, Ted), Ted/Alexis - T - 2,170]

Patrick and Ted talk ex-fiancees and true love. Takes place between "The Barbecue" and "The Rollout."

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What I’d Give by @mallpretzles [Gen (Patrick, Stevie) - NR - 2,095]

Stevie stays at Patrick’s apartment the night before the wedding and realizes he’s still harboring some insecurities.

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Watch Me Unravel by coffee_and_glitter (@fictasticvoyage) [Gen (Patrick, Alexis, David) - G - 1,096]

Patrick has a big problem, and only Alexis can help. She rescues her favorite brother and they both get a little mushy.

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[Vid] Alright by NC Vids (@n0connections)  [Johnny/Moira, Gen (Johnny and the cast of Schitt's Creek) - G - 0:03:53]

Johnny is going to be alright. 

Or a Music Video about Johnny Rose to the Darius Rucker song Alright

#schitt's creek #sc fanworks #scrarefest #sc rare fest #rare fest 2022 #sc fanfic #sc fanart #sc podfic #sc fanvid #sc fic #ted mullens #miguel #jake #ted x miguel x jake #ted x miguel #miguel x jake #alexis rose #ted x alexis #alexis x ted #tedlexis #stevie budd #ruth clancy #stevie x ruth #ruth x stevie #ruthie #stevie x twyla #twyla x stevie #twylie #twyla sands #alexis x twyla

[autobots-and-their-crazy-kids]

Alexis: We'll miss you, Starscream.

Sari: We know Decepticons don't have feelings, but we drew you this picture.

Raf: So if you ever miss us, even just a teeny bit, you can look at it.

Starscream: Hey, I have ray guns, not candy canes. Sheesh!

[He crumbles up the drawing and throws it in his cockpit. The kids sigh and walk away.]

[Starscream checks they're gone and takes the crumbled paper out and sticks it to the inside of his chest. He sighs...]

[Kids cheer after seeing his actions, run back and jump on him with hugs.]

Starscream: Hey! What the- Get away! Come on! I just got all the gum off of there! Hey! Hey! I hate you! I hate you all!

#starscream #autobot starscream #alexis thi dang #sari sumdac #raf esquivel #transformers #futurama

[hippolotamus]

for the physical intimacy prompt

linking arms with each other

Ohhhh boy did this not go where I thought it would (but really does it ever???) I hope it works for you! 💙🦛

Alexis isn’t sure if she would say the hour is early or late, considering she had never gone to bed. Now, wrapped in a cozy sweater, linking arms with Stevie and David, it doesn’t feel all that relevant. What does matter is the distinct feeling of bursting and collapsing all at once as they wave until the black SUV fades from view. 

Once, Ted had lovingly smiled at her as she tried to articulate what it would be like to be separated from her family. He said it was what people felt when they miss someone. It’s a stupid term, she thinks. Mom and Dad aren’t missing. Alexis isn’t missing, either. Someone ought to come up with a better word for it. There’s got to be, like, a total girl boss phrase she can use. She makes a mental note to figure it out later. Once she’s had some sleep and Mom’s wigs are packed. 

David and Patrick are speaking softly to each other, foreheads pressed together as if nothing else exists. It reminds Alexis how, as a little girl, she loved watching Cinderella waltz around the castle ballroom in her sparkling white gown, ignoring everyone but the prince. She always hoped to find her own Prince Charming. At least David found his. 

Stevie slips her arm free, and swipes her fingers over her eyes, mumbling about her allergies flaring up. Alexis can’t hide how her lips curve up in a soft, fond smile. She taps the perfectly manicured nails of one hand on the palm of the other, thinking that it’s more than just Mom and Dad being gone that’s bothering her. 

Alexis fixes her gaze across the dusty parking lot, locking onto the bunches of wildflowers blooming there. She feels her smile grow, and her cheeks flush, as she thinks about the night before. The way Twyla wore the daisy Alexis picked for her tucked into her hair. How their fingers laced together so easily and Alexis’s hand sat perfectly, curved around Twyla’s hipbone as they danced to the string quartet playing So This is Love. How David’s words about never liking a smile as much as Patrick’s echoed in her mind when Twyla fell asleep on her shoulder at the end of the night. They were both tired, and a little tipsy, when Alexis asked Ray to drive Twyla home so she would get there safely. Even with the ache in her chest, and the lingering impression of Twyla’s fingers skimming her bare shoulder, Alexis couldn’t take advantage of that fragile moment. But maybe–

“I have to go,” Alexis touches David’s shoulder, to make sure he’s semi-aware that she’s intentionally gone. She's 87% certain he doesn't notice, but Stevie gives her a knowing look when Alexis gathers the silky fabric of her dress in her fist and begins a hurried walk to town. She ignores the voices of various townies saying good morning and wanting to pass congratulations on to her brothers. She edges past a customer leaving the café as she slips inside, only to find George at the counter. 

“Oh,” she says softly, wondering if she’s making a mistake. Standing in the middle of the café, among the cracked vinyl booths and oversized menus, the romantic notion she had in her mind is replaced with anxiety and doubt. She turns on her heel to leave when she hears it. 

“Alexis!” comes the sunny voice she would know anywhere by now, followed by a hand on her shoulder. 

She turns to see Twyla, still looking sleepy, with traces of last night’s makeup on her face. “Twyla,” Alexis swallows, nervous. “Hi.”

Twyla scrunches her nose, never losing her rosy smile. “Is… everything okay?” 

“Yeah! Yes!” Alexis sucks in a breath. “I… last night was real. Right?” 

“Yes? Alexis, what’s going on?” 

With trembling hands, Alexis cups Twyla’s face, sweeping her thumbs over her cheekbones. “Can I-?”

The rest of her question is lost as Twyla’s lips meet hers. Despite being in the center of the café, with everyone watching, Alexis can’t bring herself to care. They separate, a negligible amount of space between them. Twyla slips her arms under Alexis’s, twisting them around so her hands rest on top. 

“Twyla, last night I wanted-”

“I know. Me too. But you’re here now.”

“I am. Have breakfast with me?” 

“I’ll make you a smoothie.” 

“Thanks, Twy,” Alexis leans in, beaming and kissing Twyla again, just because she can. They remain there, longer than they probably should, wrapped up in only each other. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Alexis hears the echo of violins and Ilene Woods singing so this is what makes life divine…

send me a physical intimacy prompt!

#thanks for asking! #brrose #twyla x alexis #twylexis #alexis rose #twyla sands #hippo writes #💙🦛

[dutchessofcaladan]

Ghostbusters: Soul Resurgence

My first fic! I recently got really hyperfixated of Ghostbusters (thanks Frozen Empire) and decided to write a fic. This story will feature plot points from Ghostbusters 2 and characters from Afterlife onward (minus Lucky, Melody, and Podcast). This fic is set a few years after Frozen Empire. Also, a big thank you to @phantomoftheparadise0002 for beta-reading this. Lisa, you're amazing!

Summary: When the spirit of Sumerian sorceress Ahassunu, daughter of Vigo, possesses Alexis, the Ghostbusters must band together to determine the fate of the world

Translation for Sumerian: I will raise up the dead here to consume the living. Gatekeeper, open the gate for me. Such are rites of the mistress of the Netherworld.

Ray felt a smile come across his face as he heard the roar of Alex's bike quiet as she parked in front of the occult shop. Closing the book of ancient Sumerian history, his smile grew as the door opened.

“Hey.” Alex smiled, closing the door behind her. “What'd you need help with?”

“How's your Sumerian?” Ray asked, reopening the book.

“Considering you taught me it when I was 10 and I minored in it, I would say I’m pretty decent. Why do you ask?” Pushing her glasses back up on her nose, she rounded the counter.

“I'm trying to decipher this legend but I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty.” Ray smiled as he slid the book over to her.

“Let's see.” She pulled the stool closer to the counter, focusing intently on the book. “Looks like it's about the sorceress Ahassunu.”

“Ahassunu.” Ray whispered, slightly perplexed.

“Isn't that Vigo's daughter?” Alex asked, intrigued.

“I believe it is.” A smile lit up his face.

Turning back to the book, Alex read aloud, “After the death of her father, Vigo the Unholy, she took the throne by force, slaughtering the armies that tried in vain to keep her from it.”

Ray's eyes widened as she continued.

"The longer she sat upon the throne, the more her power grew. It was said that her power grew so great that glyphs burned themselves upon her skin as the demons imbued her with their power. It's also said that her eyes turned a deep black, akin to those of the devil himself.”

Ray sat back, releasing a breath.

“Something doesn't make sense here.” She said, leaning closer to the book.

“What do you mean?” Ray asked, looking back at the book.

“Ahassunu was Vigo's daughter, meaning she was Carpathian. Why is she regarded as a Sumerian sorceress?”

Ray's eyes narrowed. “Maybe the story was passed down so many times, her ethnicity was misheard. Like what happens in a game of telephone.”

“That's a possibility, but this book had to have been fact checked by several historians before it was published. That many people missing this large of an error? Doesn't seem plausible to me.”

“Even those who are the most skilled at their craft make mistakes. God knows I did.” Sighing, Ray dropped his gaze from the book.

“Ray, accidentally thinking of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man wasn't a mistake. You thought of the most harmless thing you could. And you helped defeat it. You're a hero.” Placing a hand on his shoulder, she gave him a soft smile.

“Tell that to every person who sued us after.” Ray chuckled.

“You know I would.” Alex's smile grew.

Standing up, Ray closed the book and returned it to its shelf as Alex's phone began to ring.

“Hey, Janine.” She answered. “Can't one of the other guys take care of it? I'm off the clock.”

Ray chuckled, hearing her exasperated sigh.

“Alright. Fine. Just send me the address and I'll come by to pick up my pack. Alright. Bye.” Hanging up, she turned back to Ray. “I gotta go. The Spengler's are still out and apparently I'm the only one capable of being a Ghostbuster tonight.”

“I could come help.” He offered, returning to the counter.

“No. It's fine. I can handle it.” Opening the door, she added over her shoulder, “If you find anything else out about that Carpathian/Sumerian sorceress, let me know.”

“Will do.” Ray chuckled.

As Alex dismounted the bike, she felt her knees nearly give way as she stood. “Been doing this for nearly 20 years now. You think I would be used to the weight.” She muttered to herself.

Walking towards the front of the museum, she was met with the nervous smile of Dr. Janosz Poha. “Dr. Poha.” She said, holding out her hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you.”

Timidly shaking her hand, he gave her a confused look. “The, the lady said Dr. Venkman would be here to take care of the, the thing.” He stuttered, pointing to the building.

Alex sighed. “I apologize for the confusion. My name is Dr. Alexis Venkman. You must've been expecting my father, Dr. Peter Venkman.”

Janosz let out a chuckle. “Oh! Silly me.” He smiled.

“It's quite alright, Dr. Poha.” She smiled.

“Please. Janosz.” He insisted.

Alex nodded as he led her inside the museum.

Stopping just inside the doors, he directed her, “It's, uh, down to the end hall and to the left.”

She watched as his hand shook as he gave directions, thinking of the long term effects his encounter with Vigo must've had on him.

“Good luck!” He shouted as she headed down the hall.

As she moved further down the hall, she began to hear a woman's voice, chanting.

Usella mituti ikkalu baltuti. Ati me peta babka. Sa belet ersetim ki'am parasusa.

As she rounded the corner, she saw a woman on her knees, wearing a security guard's outfit.

Taking a deep breath, Alex turned on her pack.

With one final chant, the guard's body fell limp to the ground as a gust of air flew towards Alex, knocking her over as her world went dark.

Passers-by on the street screamed in fear as the side of the Museum of Natural History blew apart, sending chunks of concrete flying into the busy roadway. Slowly standing up as the commotion seemed to have calmed, they watched as Alex walked to the opening and simply floated away.

#ghostbusters x oc #ray stantz x neice!oc #peter venkman x daughter!oc #ray stantz #peter venkman #winston zeddemore #pheobe spengler #callie spengler #trevor spengler #gary grooberson #possible louis tully #janine melnitz #dana barrett #ghostbusters fandom #writers on tumblr #writeblr #self insert #janosz poha #ghostbusters 2

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 114

Achilles Castle part 19

Chief Brady: pov I get off the phone with their parents who are very angry. Their parents finally arrive to pick them up, I tell them your sons are very lucky because Kate is not pressing charges. But they will have to pick up trash from the beach for a week as a punishment. Lanie says she is going to take her to the ER as a precaution. Castle calls ahead to let them know Lanie is bringing Kate in. Esposito offers to drive them there Jim is going with them. After talking with Kate for a few minutes the boys apologize. After the boys leave Lanie says to Bronson she will keep him updated.

Kate: pov Alexis runs upstairs and gets me some clothes i can change into Lanie helps me change into the shirt and pants and out of my bathing suit. Esposito is carrying me out to the car. He is driving us there, the ride to the hospital is short since there is not much traffic. Esposito finds a parking spot in the ER parking lot. Lanie helps me out of the car, Esposito is carrying me inside the hospital since I don't feel good. At the front desk my dad is handed forms to fill out. Dr Crane and nurse Suzanne are waiting for us. I'm taken into an exam room, the walls are a pretty yellow color. They mention the scans I had last time I was here looked good concussion wise, so they are not worried about that.

Dr Crane: pov Lanie fills me in on what happened, Esposito puts Kate on the exam table, nurse Suzanne grabs a blood pressure cuff to check her blood pressure. She then checks Kate's temperature, Suzanne hooks Kate up to the heart and pulse ox-meter and checks her other vitals. Lanie mentions she gave her a dose of her meds at the house. I listen to her heart and lungs, I suggest we take Kate for some scan to see how everything is looking.

Nurse Suzanne: pov Kate is taken to the scan room on the cardiac ward. Once she is settled on the exam bed/table. I start the EKG and put the wires/leads on her chest and start the machine. Dr Crane says It is slightly elevated but not too bad. Next Is the Echocardiogram, the ultrasound machine is brought over. Dr Crane squirts the cold gel on Kate's chest and moves the wand around over her heart. So far so good, he pages for a specialist to come look Kate over.

Dr Wendy Blair: pov Dr Crane asked if I could look at his heart patient. In the exam room I'm introduced to Kate, her father Jim, and her friends Lanie and Esposito. Before I examine Kate I ask some general health questions. I've been informed that Kate has a heart condition. Lanie says yes Kate has a form of ventricular tachycardia in her left ventricle. I ask how long she has had it Lanie mentions a few years. I ask if anyone else in her family has heart problems, Lanie tells me Kate has previous chest trauma from a shooting years ago it was at her Captain's funeral she was giving the eulogy when it happened. Requiring her to have emergency heart surgery.

Kate: pov The Dr is concerned because I may have swallowed some water at the beach and he wants me to make sure my lungs are clear. Dr Wendy Blair asks if I have any lung or breathing problems. Lanie is telling the Dr. How i have an issue with my left pulmonary vein and have had a collapsed lung before on the left side. Lanie mentions that my immune system is not that great. Dr Wendy Blair listens to my lungs which sound fine, she orders a chest x-ray for me just to make sure my lungs are clear. And IV is inserted into my arm.

Lanie: pov they are taking her for a chest x-ray I follow the gurney to the scan room. I'm waiting with the technician in the booth, Kate did so amazing. Dr Crane mentions for the time being Kate is being admitted for monitoring until he gets the scan results. The specialist Dr Wendy Blair has to look at them, in her room Kate is getting comfortable. The specialist and Dr Crane walk in Kate's room to go over the scans with us. They say everything looks good, they just want to monitor her until lunch, because of her cardiac history. Dr Burkett is being updated by Dr Crane on how she is doing. Esposito updates Castle and the rest of the group, I mention our group had plans for after lunch. We were going to the mall so Sarah Grace, our co-workers daughter, could go to build a bear workshop. Both Doctors said depending on how it goes with Kate it should be fine as long as Kate takes it easy.

Jim: pov Dr Wendy Blair wants to give Katie some preventive meds since she has a weak immune system. Once the meds are in Katie is asleep, Esposito is going to get us food while Katie sleeps. Dr Wendy mentions walking will help Katie but keep it short. Esposito arrives back at the hospital with tacos for us 3. The food is amazing.

Martha: pov Ryan is making sandwiches for lunch with chips on the side. Castle says Katherine should be back after lunch from what Esposito said. The Dr's said everything looks good but we will have to keep a close eye on Kate.

Ryan: pov I grab stuff out of the fridge to make sandwiches for the group, Alexis and Sarah Grace are filling the cups up with peach tea. All of us sit down at the dining room table to eat, we chat while we eat. Sarah Grace is saying how much fun she is having at the beach.

Esposito: pov Kate is now up Dr Wendy Blair and Dr Crane are saying Kate's vitals look great. A nurse brings in some oatmeal for her to eat. Both Dr's mention keeping a close eye on Kate in case she develops symptoms. If you feel like she needs it you can always ask the mall for a wheelchair or she can use Castle's if he is using his crutches. Lanie and the Dr's go over possible things Kate could get from her swallowing the water. Lanie mentions the possible symptoms she might have if she gets sick. To be continued. ……….

#castle #caskett #tvshow #fanfiction #stanakatic #katebeckett #richardcastle #nathanfillion #lanieperish #tamalajones #kevinryan #jennyryan #seamusdever #jonhuertas #javieresposito #mollycquinn #alexiscastle #jimbeckett #susansulluvan #martharodgers

[childofaura]

alexis tipton?

Anon, I owe you a big apology. I was going to answer this yesterday when I had my computer, but our Wi-Fi died on us and we had to go through shenanigans to get it back. Finally all nice and settled now.

Alexis Tipton (And I'm so sorry but all I can think of is London Tipton every time I see her last name XD) is the replacement actress for Laura Bailey in regards to Lucina. She also plays Clair and Palla.

Performance is perfect, if you've heard her Clair voice, you know that she's absolutely passionate in her roles. And I think she's a very nice soundalike for Lucina, so much that I didn't really know Laura had been replaced. And with all the Lucina alts, we've gotten to hear her voice enough to know that she's good at it.

Her voice fits perfectly, too. One of my favorite lines as Clair, even though it's not from FEH, is her memory conversation with Fernand where she teases him about how he likes his women (which is also just another testament to how great Ray Chase's acting is, too). And for Palla, her voice is quiet and easy to listen to, same with Lucina and "Marth".

I'd say that, despite the small choice of characters, she has range. Even her Palla and Lucina sound different from each other, Palla has that sweet tone while Lucina sounds troubled. To be honest, I think it's time Clair had an alt though (even though who I'd REALLY like to see get an alt is Saber, Leon, and Boey/Mae). Alexis is a great actress but all she's gotten to do was Palla and Lucina.

Still, overall she's a comfortable 8/10. Her voice isn't crazy but she's a skilled actress, especially as she's probably one of the few replacement actors in FEH who actually sounds close to the previous actor they're replacing.

#Fire Emblem Heroes #FEH #ask game #Alexis Tipton #Again let's see her voice some more characters who previously didn't have a voice!