#it got worse since i've been away? 😂

[dinogoofymutated]

Hey not sure if your currently taking requests but I just wanted to I soooooo stoked that you write for Remy! I've been starved for years cuz there's like no fan fics for him😭.

anyway I was wondering if you could do like a fic or headcannon where gambit somehow got hurt on a mission and is on bed rest but is also like really horny because you wont have sex with his since hes hurt.

If not that's fine I just thought it up and thought it would be hilarious 😂. Anyway luv your work, keep it up😘

NSFW!Gambit/AFAB!Reader

MMMMMHHHMMMMMM BESTIE UR MIND. ABSOLUTE GENIUS. I hope that you don't mind I did make it NSFW there at the end but the majority is just teasing our favorite gambler. Also, This is for the folks who were also really attracted to that one scene in criminal minds with the bulletproof vest. iykyk.

TWs: teasing, sexual innuendos, explicit smut, Handjobs, Mutual masturbation, PNV sex. Raw sex. (Wrap it bf you tap it yall) Creampie. Reader written with Fem! pronouns.

"Asolutetly not." You're quick to say it. Gambit pouts as the words leave your mouth, still on the infirmary bed with all the wires and doodads still hooked up to him. He's giving you those scoundrel puppy eyes that he knows you usually give in to, but you're not willing to budge this time.

"No, Remy. I will not be-" You take a quick glance around the room, leaning in a little closer as you begin to whisper-yell at him. "-I will not be having sex with you right now!" Remy sighs in a pitiful way leaning against the headboard in your direction. You can’t begin to look him in the eyes right now, instead lightly pushing his face away from your spot, sitting close to his bed on a chair that you had moved from the corner. His pout turns into an amused smile, as he instead takes your hand in his own, moving it down to press a kiss to your palm. You try not to blush at him. You’re supposed to be standing strong, dammit! 

  "Come on, Chère. S' not like it's gonna make Gambit hurt any worse-” You cut him off by lightly slapping his abdomen. Remy immediately flinches, curling in on himself with a pained groan. You feel a little guilty afterward, flattening your palm to rub the area soothingly.

    “Yes, it would. Remy, I could seriously hurt you. You heard beast, any vigorous activity could rip your stitches.” You say, moving to where you can sit on the bed, facing him. You cup the side of his face, gently moving stray locks out of the way. He rolls his eyes, not at you, but at the memory of the talking-to he got when he had woken up in the infirmary. 

    “Never stopped me before. Since I been with the X-men it’s like everythin’ become a big deal. So what if I rip a few stitches here an’ there?” Remy grumbles. You give him a stern look, before leaning in to kiss his temple. He melts into your touch.

    “It is a big deal, Remy. You need to heal. End of discussion.” You say gently. Remy thinks on it for a moment, before giving you a slight smirk. 

    “And by “end of discussion” you really mean “Until Gambit tempts me into bed”, Right?” He says. You roll your eyes at him before standing. If that’s the attitude he’s going into these next weeks with, you know for a fact he’s going to be insufferable.

    You were right. The incoming weeks were almost as much torture to you as they most definitely were to him. Wherever you went in the mansion, Gambit was sure to follow. He’d be in the kitchen while you would be cooking, unable to help due to doctor's orders, but no one ever said that he had to stay out of the kitchen. He’s come up behind you, snaking his arms around your hips as he’d “Give you pointers”. He’d lean close and whisper in your ear, sometimes giving it a tip or two. But one thing about Gambit is that every time you turned him away, or laughed at him and told him to sit down, he’d get pouty. 

    That was a trend that continued. He’d deliberately go out of his way to tease you, on movie night, in the library, in the showers even. And every time, despite how hot under the collar you might have been, you turned him away. The more bothered you seemed to be however, his pouts turned into smirks. Eventually, you got fed up with it. You were trying to be a good girlfriend and make sure Remy didn’t hurt himself, but if he was going to be a brat about it, you could be a brat too.

    You started off a little more subtly than Remy did. Lingering touches here and there, kissing him just long enough to leave him wanting. You’d wear just a tad less clothing around him, or wear slightly lower-cut tops. You were beginning to realize just how easy it was to get him riled up.

    One particular day, the tension was thick in the air, having coalesced into something barely breathable. Remy was lying back on the bed on his elbows as you redressed his wound, making sure to spread ointment onto the healing stitches and care for the skin. You frequently found yourself drawn to the sight of his lower abs, the large bruise having begun to yellow as it healed. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn't seen his skin in a while, but the sight of him had you breathing a little funny. Remy was also a little quieter than normal, unable to look away from your gentle hands as you took care of him.

    Once you finished, you lingered by his side, a hand pressed against his chest. You look up to find him already watching you, but neither of you says anything. You purse your lips, debating on whether or not you’re doing what you think you’re about to do. Remy tilts his head at you questioningly. He opens his mouth to speak but fails to do so as your hand trails down to his waistband. He takes a shocked breath through his nose, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he’s looking at you again through a lustful haze. 

    “Thought you said-”

    “Shut up.” You sigh, cutting him off. Remy smirks at you, biting his lip. You roll your eyes, caressing the crotch of his pants a few times before you begin to slip them off of him.

    “Don’t get too excited.” You whisper, but really it sounds more like a needy sigh. “Just a handy, okay?” Jambit huffs a laugh at you, but doesn’t tease. He's practically bucking his hips into your hand when you finally take hold of his cock, stroking him to hardness. You can’t seem to look away from the sight, watching as his abdomen clenches with every stroke from base to tip. You twist your hand on the upstroke, listening as Remy lets out a curse and a sudden moan just as you thumb his head, collecting his abundant precum as you use it to stroke back down again. 

    “You’re really pent up, huh?” You ask in a heated whisper. Remy’s head is tilted back in pleasure, and he huffs in amusement as he cracks an eye open at you. His hand slides up your thigh, Your legs being pressed against each other tightly to find some friction. You gasp as he suddenly slides two of his fingers up the inside seam of your pants, and you can practically feel yourself get wetter at the touch. 

    “Looks like I’m not the only one.” Remy hums. You can’t seem to pull away from him as he continues to stroke you. The air is hardly breathable, and the burning in your chest and your core starts to become too hot to ignore. 

    “Fuck it.” You say. Remy is confused when you let go of him, only to break into a wide smile when he realizes you were beginning to strip. The shirt is first to go, before your bra, and then your jeans and underwear. Remy wolf-whistles at the sight, and you wave him off, embarrassed. 

    “Couldn’t stay away from the temptation of Remy LeBeau, Now could you Chère?” Remy muses. He’s such a goof. You try to hide your smile as you carefully straddle his legs, making sure to avoid his sore spots. One of his hands holds onto your upper thigh, the other making its way to your center. He strokes you languidly with his fingers before circling your slit and pushing two inside. You suck in a breath, careful to set your hands on his shoulders without putting any weight onto them. 

    “Looks like this pretty pussy missed me as much as I missed you,” Remy says breathlessly. His eyes flicker from your cunt up to your bare breasts, and then to your flushed face. You feel like you’re falling apart too quickly, already climbing that high as he fingers you with those hands you love so much.

    “Remy,” You call for him breathlessly. “ m’ not gonna last too long.” Remy can't help himself any longer, and pulls you closer to catch you in a passionate kiss. He drags his teeth across your bottom lip, letting go of the plush skin. He doesn't withdraw his fingers until your thighs begin to shake and you start to clench down on him. You whine as he does so, barely holding your composure. Remy takes your hand off of his cock, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before gently dragging your hips further into his lap. Your mind is hazy, but you know to be careful as he lines himself up.

    “If we're going to do this, we're taking it my speed, okay?” You say. Remy nods, barely taking in the information. He was ready to be inside you. After weeks of nothing- all he could think about was you. Your giggles, your smiles. Your body. The way you taste on his tongue. The feeling of your thighs clenching around his head.  Remy would do anything you asked of him at this moment.

    You take it slow as you lower yourself down on his cock. The stretch of him feels delicious against your inner walls. Remy leans in, kissing and sucking on your breasts as you take your time. He bottoms out with a wet sound, his hands resting against your upper thighs.

    Remy curses as you begin to move, bouncing on his cock somewhat slowly. Even in the haze of your lust, you're worried about hurting him. Remy, on the other hand, doesn't share the same sentiment. His hands clench around your thighs, and when he can't seem to take the slow speed anymore, he slams you down onto him.

    You gasp at the action, and apologies spill from his lips as he tilts you forward, knocking your balance so you're forced to lean onto him as he controls the pace, eagerly thrusting into your heat. 

    “Remy-” Your protests are cut off with a kiss as your favorite scoundrel begins to take exactly what he wants. His grunts and moans beneath you send another trickle of warmth inside of you. To be honest, seeing him take control like this was hot- almost hot enough for you to forgive the fact that he was certainly overexerting himself- but it was hard to be mad at him when he's fucking you so good.

    One thing about Remy is that he's a talker in bed. If anything, you were surprised he was as “quiet” as he had been the majority of the time. But once he started to get closer to his peak, Remy began to ramble. 

    "You think you're smart? -Ah! Teasing me like that.. mmh… expecting me to just take it?" You're not really paying attention to his words, nodding in response while only thinking about his steady grip on your thighs and ass and the peak you're reaching so quickly. Remy squeezes you harder, almost harshly as he begins to take you faster. His hips begin to stutter, thrusts starting to do him in one by one. 

    Remy lets out a loud groan as he reaches his peak, burying himself deeply inside you and thumbing your clit. He continues to thrust as he helps you reach that white-hot peak of pleasure, pressing kisses to your temple as you ride it out on top of him. By the time you're both fully finished, you're panting for air. You're fully collapsed onto Remy's chest, Remy being absolutely boneless as he rests against the headboard. 

    “You’re such an idiot.” You say when you finally have enough sense. Remy just chuckles, continuing to press kisses to every part of your face and neck he can reach. You sigh happily as he does so, pressing some of your own kisses to his shoulder.

    When you finally peel yourself off of his chest, the first thing you check in on is his bandages. You scowl when you see that they've been soaked through with sweat, but more concerning is the spot of red that has started to form. You look up at Remy with narrowed eyes, and he quickly looks down as well, before looking back up at you and simply shrugging with a gleeful smile.

    “Casualty of love, Chère.”

#Sorry I actually lied by accident #But hurray! He came right on time ;) #x men 97 #x men #x men comics #x men 97 x reader #gambit #gambit x reader #remy lebeau #remy lebeau x reader #remy lebeau smut #remy lebeau imagine #remy lebeau headcannons #x men remy lebeau #gambit smut #gambit imagine #x men gambit #x men headcannons

[shaineybainey]

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 initial thoughts

[ NOT spoiler-free ]

For me, this is one of the few franchises that got better and better as it went along. This third movie was just absolutely phenomenal. As someone had said, it is a great send-off to the movie and the Guardians we've known.

They did a great job exploring Rocket's origin. It really explains why he's never wanted to talk about his past. It was violent and heartbreaking. Nebula's line of "They did worse things to him than Thanos did to me" (or something along that line) summarized it best. You also understand why Rocket can be so violent: it wasn't much because he learned it from the people who engineered him, but because the last time he tried to get away safely, quietly, his friends - essentially his family - all got killed. And the person who caused it was so cold about it. So while he could be extreme, he does it so that no one can hurt him or any of his friends ever again.

Which leads to this other point: Rocket is a grump and a cynic, but deep down he actually really loved the other Guardians.

Adam Warlock! I didn't know what to expect from him, but after seeing the movie, I want to see more of him.

Also: it's great that the movie managed to give Adam his own origin story, his own motivation for why he eventually ended up being a guardian.

Drax was hilarious in this movie, as he always is, but Mantis kinda came for the crown a bit! The fact that she made him fall in love with a sock for fun and made one of the guards they had to get through fall in love with him were some of the funniest moments in the movie.

On a more serious Drax note: "Drax. You weren't meant to be a destroyer. You were meant to be a dad." One of the best lines in the movie. I never would have thought that this is how Drax would "grow up" as a character, but it all made sense. It does.

Kraglin had a fantastic growth too. He'd been trying to train with the arrow Yondu gave him over and over and over, trying to concentrate and plan and think. And he kept failing over and over and over. But when Knowhere was in danger, he finally remembered what Yondu told him: "Fly it with your heart." When he realized that he needed to get out of his head, man did he do some damage. It was amazing.

The bad dog/good dog argument 😂

Gamora. I like how they approached that. They didn't make her fall in love with Peter, even after all the fighting that they did as a team. They were barely even good friends in the end. Also, it's nice that she has a different family to belong to now (the Ravagers) but who still loved her just the same. It's good that they didn't try to change her. They made her realistic.

Lol "You guys are just making up what he's saying" when Groot would talk

Nebula. Oh, man, where do I begin. I've started really liking her as a character since GotG 2, and even more so during Endgame, but wow. She's really grown. She looks after the people of Knowhere, the Guardians look to her for big decisions and even resolution for internal problems of the team. The team respects her, even more than Peter most times. She still has rage inside, and she has trouble expressing other feelings without it, but I think she's made tremendous progress. And it's so obvious that she cares deeply about the team and even the lives of others, even if she doesn't outright say it.

Okay. There's a lot to unearth with the not-so-subtle hints at Peter/Nebula. First off, it's obvious in this movie and even in the Christmas special that Nebula's been looking after Peter. But the fact that she would take him home whenever he was totally wasted and put him to bed, making sure he was comfortable? And when Gamora was going to hurt Peter out of frustration and Nebula jumped in to stop her, practically telling her to back off? And that when Gamora suggested that the woman Peter's describing, the one that he's fallen in love with because she's grown from being ruthless to being caring, is Nebula, and Peter started looking at her differently? Bruh. I don't know what they're playing at here, but alright. I'm onboard.

Speaking of Peter, I like that he decided to come back home to Earth to reach out to his grandfather. I'd like to think he got a little help from the Avengers to get to that doorstep (info, means of transpo, things like that). It was great to see him in a normal life setting in the post-credit, too, where he's just eating cereal, talking smack about someone behind their back lol

Okay, that's it for now. Will come back when I remember the other things I liked (spoiler alert: there's a TON)

#Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 #Guardians of the Galaxy 3 #GotG3 #GotG #spoiler ahead #Peter Quill #Star Lord #Nebula #Gamora #Mantis #Drax #Rocket #Marvel Movies

[noaltbruh]

hey! hope you’re doing well 💕 this is actually my second time requesting for you (my first one was from last year and it was headcanons of abbacchio and fugo reacting to the fem! reader who’s intimidated by them. if you don’t remember, that’s fine LOL i only remembered since your blog looked so familiar for some reason), so i’m back again 😂😌 anyways, i was just scrolling through twitter and i found out that one of my favorite k-pop girl groups, blackpink, will be having a concert in my city in a couple of months and i got so excited i almost screamed (actually didn’t since my dad is currently asleep HAHA), so i was wondering if i could get some headcanons of the bucci gang reacting to the gn! reader getting excited over their favorite artist/group coming to naples for a concert (and also worrying about whether or not they can actually attend, worrying that something unexpected like a mission might happen)? hehe, tysm!!

Ohh hi there, my friend! Yes! Of course I remember you, I had a blast with your first request, it was one of the first things I wrote during Summer time and it was so fun 😊

Ah! I've heard of that group before, though I've never listened to them myself, this was a really cute ask, thanks for stopping by again :)

Bucci gang taking S/O to a concert 🎶

Giorno 🐞

Ok, first of all, there's a high chance Giorno already knew about the group coming to town before you did lol.

I feel like he'd keep track of your favorite singer/band's tours and activities, since he can tell you'll probably want to attend their concerts too, understandably.

When he found out, however, that the group was straight up coming to Napoli, he hesitated a bit. It is quite the dangerous city, after all. He was hoping maybe they'd sing in a nearby town and you could attend safely, but alas that wasn't a chance.

Because of this, he had to sit down a moment and consider whether or not you should have gone or not. He knows that telling you not to would have hurt you a lot, but it was for your own well being and he'd blame himself if something were to happen to you.

Thus, after a while, he decided that he would have accompanied you to the concert himself and would have brought a couple of guards along too. A bit overbearing, I know, but he absolutely wants to make sure that nothing bad happens to you.

Imagine the scene: you're coming to scream and yell at him about these news, when he pulls out two fresh front row tickets just for you.

And I can only guess that the yelling gets even more intense after this. It gets quite a laughter out of him too.

If you thanked him for those, he'll just give you a lil' kiss, telling you that it's not much and that you can think of it as a little apology for all the times he's too busy with work to spend time with you.

"It's been a while since we've spent an evening together just the two of us, it'll be fun, non credi, tesoro?"

Okay, he probably takes this way too seriously and dresses up like he's going to attend a gala or something. Giorno's never been to a concert in his life, but he's doing his best.

He won't be letting you go even for a moment. He claims that it's because he doesn't want you to get away from him and get lost, or even worse, hurt. And while it's true to an extent, it's partially just an excuse to hold you as much as he can.

He most likely listened to and memorized a couple of songs ahead, so that he's familiar with what he's going to listen to, but he won't sing along in any case.

He may find the excessive noise and the amount of people a bit overbearing, but he won't let you notice and will try to distract himself looking at how excited you are. It makes him happy too.

He got you a special pass so that you'll get the chance to meet your idols in person and get an autograph from them. Don't ask how, he...He just did.

Bruno 🤐

Okay, Bruno is most likely used to your " slightly over the top" reactions...But I suppose you can only imagine his surprise when he suddenly heard you scream from the room nearby-

He immediately rushed to see what was going on, with Sticky Fingers ready to be put in actions at any moment.

So, when he found out that it was just some news about a concert, he took a huge sigh of relief and probably asked you not to ever do that again, unless you want to give him a heart attack.

Needless to say, Bucciarati is not exactly very keen for you to attend the event, and he'll be telling you immediately, not wanting you to get over hyped over it and end up getting disappointed.

He'll try to explain as calmly as possible why he thinks it's dangerous. He doesn't mean to limit you nor your freedom, but when you're tied to the mafia, some things just aren't the same as for normal people.

Seeing your disappointed expression, however, he'll instantly start to regret his decision and blame himself for making you sad. Me might suggest the two of you go somewhere else that evening instead, as a way to cheer you up.

When that doesn't work out, it'll be your turn to persuade and beg him to let you go, gotta insist when he's the most vulnerable.

And so, with some stubbornness, the man ultimately accepts. Of course, you won't be going alone, he'll make sure he doesn't have any important duties to attend to that night, so that he can safely escort you himself.

And once you do get him to satisfy your request, a part of Bruno is almost kind of happy you managed to change his mind. After all, his responsibilities often keep him away, so he's more than glad to be able to take a break and enjoy a night off with you.

"Sigh...Alright cara, if this truly matters so much to you, I suppose I can make an exception this time, ma non ti ci abituare troppo, mh?"

Just like Giorno, he gets front seats for the both of you. He loves to spoil you whenever he gets the chance to, although he kind of wished you didn't yell in his ears after seeing them again-

He probably dresses up even more formally than his friend- he barely knows what a concert is, cut him some slack.

He knows the songs they're going to play simply because he heard them from you. He's a bit confused since he doesn't understand how you can like a band that doesn't even sing in a language you know-

But he gets in the mood pretty fast and actually finds himself vibing to the music it's than he had thought at first.

He thinks you're adorable getting all excited as soon as they start singing. He might even film your best reactions as a way to keep a memory of the evening you spent together.

Mista 🔫

Buddy when Mista first heard you scream, he just screamed along because yes. He's used to people yelling and knew it was a shout of excitement and not fear or a call for help.

Once you're done screeching, he just laughs and asks you what was all that noise about. And when he hears the reason, he starts laughing more lol.

Don't get me wrong, he loves concerts and music, he just loves to mock you considering your favorite group is a k-pop band.

After you tell him to knock it out or straight up slap him, it's up to you, he tells you that, of course, he will be coming with you. He's not missing out on a concert in his town, and most of all, he's not missing out on a night out with you.

Yes, the music is not exactly his ideal first choice, but whatever, anything is tolerable as long as it's not classic.

Honestly, the idea of an unexpected mission possibly ruining your night only goes through his head once you're about to buy the tickets. It goes something like:

"Hol' up, what if some stand user tries to kill us while we're there? ...Eh, ma chi cazzo se ne frega, I've got a gun" purchase.

For the event, he most likely wore his usual outfit and just slammed a jacket on it.

Once you actually get to the concert, dude basically feels at home. He loves crowded places and music, what else could he asks for?

He's got no clue of what the heck they're saying while singing, but he has heard you jamming and listening to their songs on full volumes in the past, so he knows how the rhythm goes.

It's quite the funny scenario: you perfectly singing along to the lyrics, while Mista just makes a bunch of weird noises, hyping you up with and arm wrapped around your shoulders.

The little pistols will be dancing on top of your head during the whole thing, while number five just covers his non existent ears with his hands.

Either way, the two of you had a blast, but he will still be making fun of k-pop music just to piss you off lmao.

Narancia 🍊

Another boy one who's able to know about the concert even before you do. It was an accident, honestly, Narancia just loves music in all its forms and keeps up with all kind of genres, even the ones he's not really into.

Moreover, even if it's not exactly what he usually likes, he just made himself listen to all the songs from your favorite bands and artists, because even if they aren't his style, the remind him of you and it's enough for him to love all of them.

Which means that IN THE EXACT moment the news about the tour are out, he finds out about them, not wasting a single moment.

And with that exact same speed, he obviously runs to warn you. That way, the two of you can get hyped and excited together! He loves when you get so happy about something you love, it makes him full of beans too.

You immediately rush to buy the best possible tickets you can find, you can't wait even a second, or someone might get to them before you do, and he's not gonna let anyone take them away from you when you're so joyful.

Kind of obvious by now, but the idea of something going wrong due to a mission or an enemy stand never even reaches him, all he can think about is having a great time with his great girlfriend.

"Hell yeah! We're gonna have a blast at that concert, you can count on it! Uh? Of course I love their songs! Potrei mai non amare qualcosa che ami tu, tesoruccio?"

He attends concerts very often, and he doesn't hesitate to leave the town to go to one of them if he particularly likes the singer or band. He can't wait to share one of his biggest passions with you :)

While it embarrasses him a bit, if you want to wear matching clothes related to whoever is going to perform, he'll be down for it with little to no persuasion a lot. If you wish to do it, he'll do it too, anything to make you smile.

Get ready, because he'll be bringing along a lot of snacks for the whole night too. Are they allowed? The answer doesn't matter, since he's gonna take them with him regardless.

While it may surprise you a bit, Narancia actually sings along pretty well to almost all the songs with you too. He's just listened to them so many times thinking about you, they got stuck in his brain, despite having no clue of what they're actually saying.

To be honest, he's actually been blasting them in his earphones even more once he found out about the event, just for a chance to impress you a bit and have even more fun.

And while he may not have thought about it before, if, hypothetically, someone were to brother the two of you while you're enjoying the music, he's got his dagger and Aerosmith to keep you safe.

Fugo 🍓

Fugo canonically listens to K-pop. Trust me bro, Araki told me in a dream.

No matter how much you push him, or how obvious he is: he will never admit he likes this kind of music. Never. No, he doesn't care if you won't tell anyone, he doesn't care if you love it you, he's got a minimum dignity he CAN'T waste away.

As a result, while he had heard that the band might be coming to town, he decided to ignore the news until he heard you scream.

And, as a result, he screamed back at you not to ever do that again, and that if you ever do, Purple Haze will just go batshit crazy and may accidentally murder whoever is in the house.

Once, much to his dismay, you ask him to go together, he categorically declines your offer. It does pain him to do so, but he has his reasons not to accept.

Social gatherings like concerts do make him quite nervous, and he can't calm his nerves at the thought of an enemy hurting you during the performance.

He's among the hardest to persuade into changing his mind, but you're confident you can do it, as despite how much he denies it, it is pretty blatant that he'd love to go as much as you.

Maybe let him cool down a bit and then ask him again, it might be easier to get to him in this taste.

"Cucciola...Please, try to understand where I'm coming from, we may...Urgh, you really won't bite, won't you? ...Alright, Spero solo tu sia cosciente delle possibili consequenze, fragolina"

He stays right next to your side while you buy the tickets, claiming that it's because he doesn't want you to somehow mess this up, but it's actually because he wants to feel the joy of acquiring them too.

He WILL complain a lot about going and say he's only accompanying you in order to keep you safe. God he's such a terrible liar you can't even bring yourself to call him out.

Despite the fact that he's a deadly Mafioso who has killed an enormous amount of people with his deadly poison, he's scared to attend the concert.

The thought of being surrounded by all those people and the music blasting so incredibly loud in his ears makes him feel incredibly sick. You can clearly see how nervous he is when you actually go there, you can't help but feel kind of bad for him.

Just hold his hand tight and tell him that everything is fine. Soon enough, your touch and the sound of the music he secretly loves will do the trick. Seeing him finally cracking a smile during the exhibition makes you even happier.

He'll have to stop himself from singing along with everyone else, but if you're careful, you may notice him humming some of his favorite songs very quietly. Don't say anything about it though, because he'll get embarrassed and immediately stop.

Abbacchio ⏮️

Have you seen this man? Look at me in the eyes and tell him you genuinely believe he'll willingly take you to a concert, if you asked him to.

To he honest, if you didn't tell since your father was sleeping, you might as well contain your screaming right now too, because he know he will get pissed off if you just started screeching without a good reason.

So just show him the news about the concert and prepare yourself for a single, stern, blatant and disappointing "no" as an answer, while he goes back to whatever he was doing before.

To be completely frank, at first he didn't reply this way because he was scared of an enemy, but because he straight up does not want to go. His introvert ass despises concerts.

And when the possibility of a threats pops into his mind, it'll just give him even more of a valid reason not to accept.

He doesn't get why you'd even want to attend, when you can just listen to their music for free whenever you want.

Just like Fugo, there's no point in insuring at first, just leave him alone or change the subject, put him in a good mood, if you can.

And once you think you might have a chance, ask him again. If you're good enough at persuading, he may consider giving you his approval, but only if you do something in exchange for him too...

...Which is probably just finding a way to keep the others away from him for a whole so he can rest his head a little lol.

He was just planning on telling you to go alone and do whatever you wanted, but then he remembered that you could have been in severe danger if you went on your own...

And so, after some reflection and a long sigh, he agreed to accompany you. He'll never openly say it, but a small, small part of him is happy he can at least go on a date with his partner...Even if it's in a huge, crowded and loud place.

"God, mi farai uscire di testa one day. Fine...But I'm only doing this because I''ll be damned if you die for something so stupid"

He probably reconsiders his decision two hours before the concert, but sadly, he knows that it's far too late to retreat now.

Low-key dresses up like he's about to attend a funeral or something, but you don't question his decisions because, delicate being anticlimactic, he looks hot either way.

He secretly borrowed a gun from Mista for extra precautions and will bring it with him just in case, but you won't know about it.

Somehow, the guards did not notice either, but they would have probably been too intimidated to say anything in any case.

He's just getting dragged by you to your places without saying a word, or grunting lightly at best.

Even so, despite his apparent annoyance, when the band starts singing and you're too busy paying attention to them to notice him, he may actually unconsciously smile while looking at you.

Your enthusiasm is very contagious to him, after all, and it helps distract from the immense amount of people around him.

Just...Please, choose something a bit quieter for your date, next time ^^"

Trish 🎙

Trish loves music, doesn't mind crowds too much and isn't very strict, so she won't have anything to say about you going.

...That's what I would say, if she wasn't a jealous girl.

Just a lil' friendly reminder that this girl is working to become, and partially already is, a singer. But she doesn't have a problem with other music artists themselves.

She has a problem with YOU wanting to attend their concert. Why? Why is this so important to you? Do you like their music more than you like hers? Mh? Is that it?

As a result, once your screams reach her, she isn't particularly annoyed, she's used to be around people yelling for literally no reason and she doesn't even notice anymore.

It's when the finds out the reason for your excitement, that she immediately get stiffs and just...Stares at you with a "I'm not angry, just disappointed" look.

Just kidding, she is angry.

And so, your excitement soon enough turns into nervousness, as you try to explain that yes, you still love her, yes, you still think she's the best singer, and yes, it's...Just a concert, despite how much it pains you say that.

Honestly, the doesn't even remotely consider an enemy possibly getting in the way, it's the last of her problems right now.

Well, seems like you won't be attending it. It might be important to you, but you don't want to hurt your girlfriend's feelings.

...That is, however, until the next day you hear her softly knock on your door, with a special...Something in her hand: two tickets and a special pass to meet the musicians.

Her pride may be big, but not as bit as her love for you. So, she decided that she had reacted excessively and bought these as a way to apology, though you can see the embarrassment on her face while she says all of this.

"I'm...Sorry for what I did, non avrei dovuto prenderla così sul personale. Do you still want to go?"

Not everything I said at the beginning is a lie though, and once she agreed on going, she can't help but find herself actually being quite impatient for the night ahead.

Sure, she'll try not to show her enthusiasm too much, but hearing some of the singer/band's songs from you, she actually kind of...likes them. She's got an ear for music and easily memorized the rhythm, although not the lyrics.

When the night finally comes, it's almost admirable just how comfortable she is despite the large amount of people, guess she's just used to it, mh?

She feels very proud of herself showing off the perfect places she's reserved in front of the stage just for you, being famous has quite a lot of advantages.

She inevitably finds herself humming the songs while you sing along so passionately. She'll try to deny it as soon as she notices, but she gives in quite enough and softly accompany you and the singers during the performance.

Finally, she'll be taking a lot of videos and photos of the two of you the whole time, but if she ever looked ugly in even just a single one, it's getting deleted before you can even blink.

#jojo golden wind #buccigang #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x you #giorno giovanna x reader #jjba giorno #bruno x you #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno jjba #guido mista x reader #mista x reader #jjba mista #jjba narancia #narancia x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #jjba fugo #pannacotta fugo x reader #fugo x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #jjba abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #trish x reader #jjba trish #trish una x reader #vento aureo x reader #golden wind x reader #bucci gang x reader #bucci gang headcanons #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader

[fieldofdaisiies]

Hiii it's me again! I loved the fic you wrote on my request but I've kinda been jn a mood to cry so I was wondering if you could make an azriel x reader fic where the reader is 8 months pregnant and azriel hadn't left her side her whole pregnancy but when a very very imp mission comes he has to go to the spring court. While he is gone smth happens to the reader and she is on her death bed. Az can't take it and he rushes back home but he is too late....

Is this too sad or?? 😂😂

Sorry for having to wait, but thank you so much for this request <33 I hope you like it and it is how you imagined it. My heart broke writing it and I definitely cried a little. 

Azriel x Reader | I Will Always Love You

type: angst, sad warnings: character death, blood, death due to childbirth word count: 2011

This is the most heartbreaking thing I have ever written. I always struggle a bit with writing sad/emotional stories because I feel like they are never good enough….

*all rights reserved*

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It wasn’t easy. Well, that would be an understatement—it was damn hard for Azriel to leave you now. Eight months of your pregnancy Azriel had spent right at your side, mostly every second of every day. But now Tamlin was apperently closing his borders. And when a High Lord closes his borders it never means anything good. Rhys knew it was hard for Azriel to go, but he had no other choice.

He needed his spymaster and that you were pregnant did not change anything about that.

Fae females were pregnant for ten months, you were in your eighth, so everything was fine. You pregnancy as well was fine. The baby’s wings had caused some minor issues but you were positive that it would somehow work out. Yes, you were in pain many days —Madja not being able to do anything— and you hid it from Azriel. He should not know, he would just worry.

After you had convinced Azriel to go as you would be fine alone and as it only would be a few hours he reluctantly had decided to do so. A decision he would later regret and which would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Azriel had insisted for you to stay the House of Wind with Nesta and Cassian. He did not want you to be alone. Just in case you would have someone if you needed someone.

Azriel kissed your brow. "I’ll be back in a few hours. I love you to the moon and back, my mate," Azriel whispered against your forehead. “I love you, Azriel, don’t worry everything will be fine.” You smiled at him and he kissed your forehead. 

“If something happens, you know you can reach me through the bond.” You bowed your head and folded a hand over your round belly.

“Yes, I know that but nothing will happen. I love you and now leave or the High Lord closes his borders and you are still here in our bedroom,” you said, leaning forward and pecking your mate’s lips once. When you wanted to pull back, Azriel quickly placed his hand at the nape of your neck and drew you to him once again. He kissed you deep and passionately, somehow like he had known it was the last time that the two of you kissed. Obviously he hadn't know then. 

“I will be back soon. Try to sleep and when you wake up I will be right at your side, my sweet.”

“I am looking forward to it,” you breathed out and leaned your head back against the pillow. With the wave of his hand Azriel disappeared into the corridor and shut the door softly. 

You really slept for a short time until terribly cramps and pain erupted in your lower belly. You forced your eyes open, they burned against the sunlight that fell through the curtains. You had no idea how much time had passed since Azriel had left, but it did not matter in that moment. Not when excruciating pain was shooting through your belly. Bracing your feet you belly on the bed and rubbing circles, you tried to do something to ease the pain. But it did not go away, it only got worse. Your stomach churned, your heart squeezed and suddenly you had to fight for air. 

And suddenly—

Gods, there something wet on the mattress. Liquid was leaving your body. Liquid that was a light red-ish colour seeped into the bedsheets and stained it. You screamed in pain, shouting for Nesta and Cassian before your vision clouded and oblivion swept over you. 

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“Anything?” Azriel questioned on of his spies who came running towards him. The spy nodded his head, ducking under a branch of the tree Azriel was currently hiding behind. “And?”

“He has plans of closing his borders. And he has sent emissaries to the continent. He is probably trying to contact someone there,” the spy informed the spymaster. Azriel bowed his head in acknowledgment.

“Have you heard anything about the death-lord? Have they discussed anything?” The spy informed him about what he had heard and then set out to leave again.

A sharp pain shot through Azriel's chest, dread and panic reaching him through the bond and Azriel knew he had to go home. As quick as possible. He had already been away for too long. He had to leave immediately. 

"I have to go. You have to do this alone. Report back to me this evening,” Azriel said and shadow-winnowed away in the next. He hurdled back to the Night Court with a speed that was beyond. But never in his whole life before, not even when his wings had been shredded, had he ever felt pain like that. It felt like someone ripped his heart apart, tore and shredded it into pieces without hope for repair. 

He slammed down on one of the balconies, rushed inside and onto the floor where your room was. 

Azriel’s world shattered when he stopped in front of your bedroom. Nesta’s arms were covered in blood, her face grumbled, her lips quavered and then she shook her head. “Azriel, I am so sorry,” she breathed, but the spymaster could not hear her. He could not grasp what she had just said. The blood bumping in his ears was too loud, his mind to full and his heart to empty. It was all too much, too overwhelming. “No…” he breathed, approaching Nesta with weak steps. “I am so sorry, Az. But they—“ Her voice broke, tears streaming out of her eyes when she clasped Azriel’s arms in her hands. “They could save the child.”

It was that moment that Azriel broke down on the ground, wailing and screaming in pain. He was so empty, a bolt burning iron pierced his heart and his blood turned cold. It felt like a part had been ripped out of him. Like a part of him had died. And it indeed had. He had lost his other half. He had lost his equal. He had lost his mate. 

Nesta steadied him as good as possible, helping him to his feet again and guiding him to the door. “She loved you so much. And she knew how much you loved her. She told me that I should once again tell you that!” Nesta said when opening the door. 

Azriel found himself unable to answer, the pain drowning out everything else. 

You were there on the bed, looking like you were sleeping, your mouth hanging open and a sheet of red-stained fabric covering your body.

Yes, you were here, in this room, on the bed, but the bond—

—it was gone.

The other side was empty. Where there had been warmth and comfort, nothing but endless and cold void remained. That was when another scream from deep inside of Azriel’s throat ripped itself free. He broke down, thrashing his fists onto the wooden floor, wailing loudly. Tears mixed with snot, blood pumped in his ears and it was only Cassian’s strong hold that kept the spymaster up.

Azriel screamed, cried, clutched your hand in his, wiped his hand over your forehead and sobbed. Your were so cold, so still...

It was only when there were no tears left, when his throat was as dry as a desert that he found himself able to sit up again. He once again clasped your hand in his and then—

“Nesta said…” Azriel cleared his throat, looking over his shoulder at Cassian. His face was tears streamed as well, his shoulders sagging and his hands folded in front of his body. The others had all left out of modesty. Only Cassian had remained, holding his brother and being there for him.

 “Nesta said…the child…it survived,” Azriel breathed, his throat constricting. Over the pain he hadn’t been able to think clearly. The bond that was no longer there and your dead body had filled his mind completely and had made him ignorant to everything else. But he had a child. A child who needed his father. A child who he needed to be there for. 

“She is with Mor,” Cassian informed him. He had a daughter. You had always wanted a daughter. 

Azriel dipped his chin, his head hanging low. He inhaled sharply, before he shouted a loud ‘no’. It broke Cassian’s heart and he quickly clasped his shoulder tightly.

“I will bring her up, if you want to?”

Azriel nodded, his head still hanging low, fingers curling towards his palms. Although he felt so empty and so furious about himself —the child who had the wings from him had taken your life— he knew he had to be there for his daughter. He could not let her be alone, the little girl had lost her mother before even getting to know her. He could not blame her for your death, he—

“There you go,” Cassian said suddenly and Azriel shrieked. He hadn’t heard him returend. Azriel braced himself. He had anticipated that moment for such a long time, seeing your child for the first time. He had imagined the smile and look on your face when you would introduce you child to his father. But now…now it was just him and would forever be just him. The child would never get to know its mother and—

“She is beautiful,” Azriel breathed and even if he had thought there were no more tears left to cry, there still were. They spluttered out of his eyes like fountains the moment Cassian handed him the tiny bundle. Wrapped in a light pink blanket, the little girl was barely bigger than a loaf of bread. She was so fragile, small wings peaking out form the blanket. She slept peacefully and Azriel cradled her to his chest. 

“Hello my little love,” Azriel croaked, his tears falling onto the little girls face. She did not show any reaction just breathed in deeply. Azriel held her as tightly, yet of course as carefully and softly as possible. A door closed somewhere and Azriel knew Cassian had left him alone. 

Holding the baby girl in one hand Azriel grabbed your other hand, which was so terribly cold at that moment. 

“You were the love of my life, my mate, my equal and I promise you that I will keep her safe. I will protect our child with my life. I will be the best father possible for her. I will make all her dreams come true and I will love her endlessly,” Azriel breathed, his head dropping to his daughter. He brushed his lips over the baby girls forehead, tears wetting her blanket.

“I will never love anyone like I have loved you. You were my world, my everything and my home. Thank you for choosing me back then. Thank you for having been the sole reason for my happiness. And thank you for the time we have been able to spend together. I will forever love you. You would have been the best mother our daughter could have hoped for. She will grow up to love you more than anything else. I will make sure, you live on in her head.” With that Azriel lifted your hand and brushed on last kiss to your knuckles. 

Over the coming years Azriel told his daughter a lot about his mother. And he had kept his promise: even thought you weren’t there anymore, your daughter loved you. At the beginning it was nearly every day, then turned into every other then and then settled for once week where Azriel and his daughter went to visit your grave. He put flowers up there, a letter your daughter had written for you amongst many other things. His daughter and her liveliness and her happiness slowly helped Azriel fill the cold emptiness in his heart, but there would forever with a part of his soul that could never be filled with a light again. It was that part that had been connected to your soul through the bond. It was where the mating bond had been all those years ago. 

~~~~~~~ tags: @juulle987 @marimorena06 @danikasthings @younxii @nightcourtwritings @mrofontaine @lunalilyf @whor-3-crux @tired-all-the-time @anni-was-here @ummmmmwat @azbracadabra @j-pendragonx @hollyismentallyillhelp @famousbasementpainter @bsenpai @lena-davina @red-highlady @thesugatoyourtae

#azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel angst #acotar x reader #azriel x you

[narcopharmacist]

Short Dramione fic review (and some spoilers too)

I've just been rereading The Binding by curly_kay since last week, and I still have not found the energy to read a multi-chapter fic. I have stuck with looking for and reading oneshots.

Here are the fics I've read today:

The Mask by ningloreth - cute story, very interesting premise. Draco and Hermione are already married. One night, Hermione went to a forbidden place in the manor, and something snatched her away. Draco was away at the time, and he comes back with Hermione missing. This story still had spice in it, and though it was super short, it was still hot 😮‍💨🔥

Perfect Relationship by scarletladyy - this had toxic Draco in it, lawd jesus take the wheel. Draco gets jealous when Hermione is even just SOCIALIZING with her friends/colleagues! Even though they've been married for 12 years! Chile anyways...

The Last Thing Anyone Would Suspect by star54kar - I really liked this one - short, but quite steamy (I say "quite" because it was just a kiss). The kiss was initiated by Hermione. And I thought book Hermione would definitely be cunning enough to pull this off. 😂

The Path of the Cold and Heartless by scarletladyy - ❗️Explicit non-con ❗️ this was quite traumatizing. This was set in Hogwarts, where Draco was on the way to the Astronomy tower to kill Dumbledore, but Hermione somehow got in the way, and Rowle caught them and thought that they were together. Rowle goes on to find Bellatrix, meanwhile trapping Draco and Hermione in a closet. Draco got mad. Draco's act was bad. The last line was worse. A r4pist AND soon-to-be murderer?!!! 🫠🫠 Fix it jesus!

And again these fics were posted/released back in 2010 for the same reasons I've mentioned in my previous posts.

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Here's a fic I read I think the beginning of this week...

Polyjuice Adventures by cleotheo - this was such a fun read! This was published in 2022. I cannot believe Hermione kissed Harry AND Ron LMAOOO because they appeared as Draco using the polyjuice that Harry got from Sirius, because Harry was suspecting that Draco had Voldy in the manor during the summer (it was actually Hermione).

#godmothersthoughts #dramione #draco x hermione #fanfic #dfrasst

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

For the fic asks :)

1, 3, 6 and 12

Hi, thank you so much! 🥰

1.OTP?

Helen/John. Kind of funny coming from someone who writes so much Teslen, huh?

I loved Helen/John when I started watching Season 1 and I stand by that. They're both such complex characters, they have so much history, so much pain, it's just ahhhh!

3. NoTP?

Hmm. Going to Stargate for this one, because I've read and/or liked pretty much every ship in Sanctuary with no problem.

Pretty much any ship involving Daniel. But especially Jack/Daniel and Sam/Daniel. (I've developed a hatred for Daniel recently, but I stand by these regardless of that).

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

I still haven't worked on Enigmatic Confections since the last posting.😂 But here you go, from Tesla's Moving Castle:

Helen had to take a moment to simply process everything that had just happened. Or not process, as it turned out. She could not make sense of it all, so she tucked most of it away in her mind for later consideration, leaving some to mull over as she got to work. Getting to work seemed like the best thing to do, considering that her staying here and helping Vatreni now hinged on the fact that she had told Nikola she was going to clean for him. Nigel had taken up residence at the workbench, seeming to decide to ignore her for the time being, as if doing so would make her go away. That was fine with Helen. She had work to do. She tied her hair back more securely with a ribbon, so that it would stay out of her way, and went hunting for an apron or something to use while she was cleaning. She always had one when she was sterilizing the clinic, though Helen supposed that she wasn't going to be encountering any blood here. Only massive quantities of dust and dirt, which was worse in her mind. She supposed she should have been glad that there were only a few rooms instead of the entire castle she had thought there was. Though that also meant that she had less time here, if Nikola only intended for her the disaster the castle was right now and then kick her out. Those pleasant thoughts in mind, Helen rolled up her sleeves and went hunting for things to clean with.

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

... I don't know. Maybe my hanahaki AU? Let's go with that for now, though you can click here and judge some of them for yourself. (As in, ones I haven't actually written a word for yet. The ones I have pieces of aren't listed).

But yeah. Hanahaki. Helen repressing her emotions for Nikola, getting hanahaki as a result, and only being cured when she actually talks to him about it. Complete with Victorian language of flowers symbolism. Because yes.

Of course, this is just my opinion, and I tend to feel they're less crazy the more I write them/play with them, so there's that.

If you want to read it again: Hanahaki + Teslen

#chartreuseian #thanks for the ask! #ask answered #my writing #teslen

[12timetraveler]

From Dove to Mistress

Chapter 64 of Campfire Stories

Summary:

While talking with the girls, Abigail brought up something she enjoys doing in bed from time to time. Intrigued you broach the subject with Hosea. And he is all too happy to oblige.

Notes:

CW: pegging, soft femdom, orgasm denial, consensual somnophilia

Word Count: 12,927

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Oh my god it's been almost a year since I've posted anything on this main work. I've been posting stories of course but not here on this work. Anyway this is an idea I've had for quite some time that I've been playing with. I hope you enjoy!

It's a little late for Hosea Fucks Friday but we'll call this Submissive Hosea Saturday. 😂

Below is a little preview. Read the full thing on AO3

You lay sprawled out on your cot, head resting in Hosea's lap. He was playing with your hair with one hand, stopping only to turn the page of the book he held in his other hand, reading while idly combing his fingers through the soft strands. It was so peaceful, so simple, so intimate in the easiest way. Nights like this were your favorite. Just you and Hosea curled up in your tent, quietly spending time with each other. Cuddling as you wound down for the evening.

You fiddled with a loose string on Hosea's pant-leg. Talking with Hosea was easy. It always had been. The two of you never shied away from delicate or tricky situations. Hosea knew better than to waste time beating around the bush. Life was too short to not say what needed to be said. You knew you could be blunt with him and he would never fault you, and if he didn't like the conversation, he'd say so.

Even still, you were a little bashful to even pose the question to him. Some men would be highly offended. While Hosea had never really been the type to become upset by subjects like these, you didn't want to just plow head-first into the topic without thought. You’d been working up the courage for about 15 minutes now.

"Hosea?" You asked finally, rolling slightly so you could look up at him. He hummed and met your gaze. Seeing your determined expression, he placed his bookmark and set the book down on the crate that sat next to your shared cot, giving you his undivided attention.

"Yes, dove?" He asked gently. His fingers continued to play with your hair.

"I was... Wondering." You began, feeling a little nervous. "Well... The other girls and I were talking while working. Just women's stuff, like we always do. But Abigail told me about something she likes to do... in the bedroom from time to time and it... Well it intrigued me." You said. Hosea cocked his head.

"Are you about to plant an image in my mind that I will never shake of what John and Abigail get up to?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. You winced.

"Er... Yeah. Sorry. I guess I should have kept that anonymous." You said sheepishly. Hosea chuckled and leaned forward. You leaned up the rest of the way to meet his soft kiss, then lay back down with your head on his thighs.

"Well I suppose you'd better tell me before I start imagining all sorts of deviant activities they get up to." He teased with a dramatic shudder.

"She said that she has this leather harness. And a fake... Member." You said delicately. "That attaches to the harness, which she wears, and she can then... Fuck John as if she were a man." You said.

Hosea blinked down at you a moment. He closed his eyes and shook his head, visibly shaking off the image of the Marston's in bed and making you giggle again at his dramatics.

"Sorry," you laughed. "I really should have kept that more discreet."

Hosea grimaced at you for a moment. But then he turned serious, thinking over your words.

"Well," he relented "Though I didn't want to know they got up to that, there are worse things I suppose." He gave you a sly smile. "What about that has you so intrigued?" He asked.

"Well I..." You pushed yourself up so you were reclining more over his lap, your face inches from his. His arms came around your back, cradling you against him. "I was wondering if that's something you... May be interested in trying?" You asked, voice dropping slightly. You wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, playing with the soft hairs at the base of his skull.

"You want to try that?" Hosea asked.

"Only if you'd be okay with it," you said quickly. "But I... It sounded strange at first. Only the more that I think about it the more intrigued I am." You admitted, tracing your thumb along his jaw. "I have to wonder... What sounds you'd make. What faces you'd make. How it would... Feel being the one totally in control for once."

"If you wanted control, there are other ways," Hosea chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Yeah but... This is different." You said. You cupped his cheek. "If it makes you uncomfortable, we never have to speak about it again. I just thought I'd ask." You assured him.

"Now, who ever said I was uncomfortable?" Hosea murmured, winking at you.

"Do...do you want to?" You asked, not expecting that response.

"Well," Hosea mused, "It's been some time since I've done that. But I do miss the feeling sometimes." He admitted with a little wink.

"You've... Done that before?" You asked, surprised. Hosea met your gaze with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh, Bessie and I did that a few times over the years," he explained. "And then of course there was Dutch."

Sometimes you forgot that Hosea and Dutch had been lovers on-and-off over the years. Though those days were long past. When you'd broached the subject, you never expected Hosea to actually have experience.

"Yes," Hosea said, pulling you out of your musings. "Yes I'd love for you to take me," he whispered in your ear. You shuddered against him and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

"Thank you," you murmured.

"Of course, darling. Nothing to thank me for," he hummed, stroking your face idly. "Trust me there's a lot of pleasure in it for me." He tilted his head slightly. "Were you worried I'd be upset at you for asking?"

"No... Yes... I don't know," you admitted, fiddling with the knot on his wild rag. "I just... I know some men can get really offended by such things. And deep down I knew you wouldn't be upset but... I don't know, it was still kind of nerve-wracking to bring it up," you admitted.

"You know I'll never be upset at you for bringing these things up," Hosea whispered, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. "This is exactly the kind of thing we should talk about. Communication is key,"

"I know," you smiled, kissing his cheek. "I'm sorry I doubted you. I knew you wouldn't hate me for bringing it up. I just... Was worried you'd think I was strange,"

"Not at all," Hosea smiled. "I'll never think less of you for things like this. Especially when you bring them up so openly." He leaned down so his lips were near your ear. "I'm excited to see this new side of you," he whispered seductively.

"I am too," you admitted. It would be quite the change. Hosea was usually completely in control and you were happy to have it that way. But this flip of roles would be very interesting.

Hosea shifted the two of you so that you were laying down beside him on your cot.

"I love you," you murmured, pulling him down for a quick kiss.

"I love you, too," he replied, stroking your hair back for a minute before pushing himself up so he could turn out the lantern that sat near your beds. Surrounded in darkness, the only light coming from the fires across camp, the two of you drifted off easily.

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Over the next couple of weeks, you and Hosea began preparing and planning. As excited as you were, you weren't going to rush into it. You had time. Something like this was worth doing right. And the suspense was half the fun.

#hosea mathews #hosea fucks #cw pegging #ao3 fanfic #campfire stories #hosea matthews/f!reader #hosea matthews/reader

[gillianthecat]

The opening of Big Dragon has hooked me in! Drama! Blackmail! Toxicity! Chinese mythology and dragons and lion dancers! And the title sequence and theme song is a great vibe.

I'm liking the lighting/coloring and all the camera work. I suspect it may go a long way in making this show seem interesting. Perhaps more interesting and unique than the plot actually is? I will have to see. The Greek Chorus of dum-dum friends seemed very typical to Thai BL pulp, even if the room they were in seemed more grown up. I hope either they get more interesting or they disappear from the story.

I was trying not to compare, but so far it really does feel a lot like what Fahlanruk is trying to be. When two fuckboys collide. The parallel hookups did not help the comparison (Big Dragon did it much better.) Although the actors actually did very little that was explicit in that scene, the editing, script, music and acting made it feel a lot more explicit than anything in Fahlanruk has.

Anyways, I was excited about Fahlanruk's concept of two fuckboys meeting their match and disappointed that they weren't giving it to me. So I'm feeling excited and hopeful about this one so far. There chemistry has been more antagonistic at this point, but they're doing well at that. And the trailer made them look very good together.

~ I hope we don't get too much of these business interview things or business talk in general. Business bros are boring. Even the translator thinks so, the subtitles got markedly worse in that section. It seems like they got messed up at a crucial point when Mangkorn was sending Yai a loaded subtextual message during his speech. Or at least I didn't I understand what he was saying there.

~ Is this woman Ajo he's asking out gonna turn out to part of the lesbian couple? I'm getting distinctly uninterested vibes from her, but she's also framed like she's going to be an important character.

~ Secret photographer!

~ I like the spoiled but hardworking rich kid thing Yai has going on. He has a cute pout. I like how he kind of gets transformed by his circumstances. Young and earnest at the interview, full of swagger at his bar.

~ I also like the sets. They all seem textured and visually rich. I'm so tired of white walls. I know they're the low budget option so I'm not mad about it. But it's also really nice to see something else. (One of the reasons I like My Only 12% as well).

~ Pong and Park! They're great. I love that we've established some sort of pining situation right off the bat. The slapstick is a bit over the top for me, but doesn't stop me from liking them.

~ But what is Yai's necklace! I still haven't been able to get a good look.

~ Ok, so I am Very Intrigued by this rivalry they've got going on. When did it start? Why did it start? Was that the first time they fucked? The conversation kind of made it seem like it wasn't. 👀 And does that mean Mangkorn hired the photographer himself just to taunt Yai?

~ I like Ajo a lot. And I love that Mangkorn is constantly being shown entering rooms with shots that Pan up from his feet. Very fun and dramatic.

~ The colors! The textures! I love the look of this show. And, since I've had sound mixing on my mind, the sound quality seems decent. The whole thing feels... not expensive, but also not low budget. For some reason it's making me think of the US American TV show Revenge. Not that they're very similar in premise or even the look, but it has the same feel of trashy glamour. Or perhaps glamorous trash. Very fun.

~ Ajo's face as Yai and Mangkorn are doing their posturing game. 😂

~ Ah, it's a tiger pendant. Thanks, Mangkorn!

~ Phew. That skirted the edge of feeling too dubcon for me, but managed to stay on the safe side. Still fucked up, mind, but it feels mutually, consensually fucked up, and fits this glamorously trashy world.

~ That was reasonably hot with reasonably good chemistry. It didn't blow me away, but that feels about right for these characters at this point in the story. It was all very well shot and edited.

~ Ohhhhh. It's all been a flashback. They tricked me. 😂

~ THEY ALREADY HAVE EACH OTHER SAVED ON THEIR PHONES AS 🐯 AND 🐉!!! I don't know why but somehow that is the cutest thing. Even when they still think they hate each other they're using cute emoji symbols. 🥺

Plus a moody angsty music video at the end?!! This is amazing. This is perfect. I love it. This show is exactly what I didn't realize I was looking for. Thank you, universe for providing.

#big dragon #big dragon the series #big dragon ep 1 #i love it! #glamorous trash #trashy glamour #kind of like liveblogging #gillianthecat reacts to bl #reaction by gillianthecat

[cat3ch1sm]

Hello my friend!! I know I mentioned doing an Agni and Prince Soma s/o preference headcannons (since their content is so little out here :( ) BUT!!! Could I also request you do a Bard x femreader smut? Or as far nsfw as you are willing to go? And I know you wanted ideas for ‘pet names’ so here’s what I like - babe, love, doll, sweet face (<- I usually call the other person that last one 😂 idk) whenever you have time!! I know you work hard on your writing and I don’t want to rush you at all! Hope all is well :) ✌️

🌲| fucking hell this took ages. im so sorry wtf thank you so much for the kindness and patience<33 for the record this is a request made before my hiatus!

"I'm glad you were finally able to get away from work," you sighed, head resting on Bardroy's chest and his arm around your shoulders. "Really, I don't know why you insist on staying over there- the Phantomhives aren't people I would want to spend time with daily..."

Bardroy chuckled understandingly. "They aren't the most pleasant, I'll admit that. But I've got friends over there that make the time bearable. Pay's not half bad either." He grinned mischievously before going on. "And anyway, the only Phantomhive that I work for is Ciel, and the kid behaves a lot worse than he is."

"Yeah... one can only put up an act for so long," you agreed, tone somewhat wistful. "Listen-" you sat up some, resting your hands where your head was and facing Bardroy, who looked back at you questioningly. "Isn't there any way you could... take a bit more time off? I feel like I'm seeing you less and less during the day, and you don't even stay here with me at night. I don't want to come off as clingy or anything, but I do miss you...sometimes," you added sheepishly, suddenly mortified at your confession.

Bardroy sighed as you laid back down on his chest, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through your hair. "I know, and I miss you too- but I do want you to understand this isn't a job I can just... you know, leave when I feel like it. Believe me, if I could, I'd recommend you to Ciel himself- but unfortunately, that just isn't how it works." Another sigh. "Look, whatever you want to make it up to you, I'm here."

You smiled lovingly up at your boyfriend before looking back down at the bedsheets. "I know you're trying, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. I'm just worried that we're missing out on things. We don't go on dates. I see you maybe less than forty-eight hours a week. And we haven't done anything really romantic... in fact, I think this right here is the furthest we've gone." You laughed a little, trying to make it seem like that didn't bother you. However, Bardroy's lips spread into a smirk.

"And how far would you like us to go, pretty?" A bit roughly, he took your chin in his hand and tilted your head up towards his, a sly glint in his eye as his gaze locked with yours. A rush of heat washed over your cheeks as you realized what you'd said.

Your eyes widening, you quickly tried to amend your previous statement. "Of course, I don't mean- it's really no pre-"

"But do you want to?"

You blinked, staying quiet for a minute. You knew exactly what he meant, and despite the little time you'd been able to spend with Bardroy, you knew that he didn't have ill intent. There wasn't a truly evil bone in his body. And you definitely wanted to go further than just the occasional fruitless make out session once every other week or so when you actually got to see him.

You glanced up at Bardroy, wide-eyed but your confidence rising. "Yes-"

The word was barely halfway out of your mouth when he kissed you, making you draw in a sharp breath at the suddenness of it. His hand was wrapped beneath your jaw and chin; his lips were warm and inviting, making it impossible to not kiss him back. His tongue made its way into your mouth, deeper than it ever had before, and your hands came up to cup his cheeks, fingertips running across the rough stubble along his jaw.

Bardroy pulled away abruptly after a few more seconds to peer into your eyes, his stare so intense you felt you would melt right there. "Still not enough, Y/N?"

You were about to answer when suddenly Bardroy's lips were on your neck just below your jawline, the tip of his nose brushing against your skin. Abruptly, he sat up, taking you with him and forcefully adjusting you so that you were sitting in his lap, his legs stretched out beneath you. Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, you averted your eyes as his head moved down further, tugging down the neckline of your shirt to reach your collarbone. Meanwhile, his other hand slid down your body down to your thighs; you could feel his fingertips gently push your thighs apart and slip beneath your dress; you gave him a furtive glance.

Bardroy, sensing your eyes on him, glanced back up at you with a sly expression on his face and chuckled a little. "Ah, don't give me that look. You were the one talking about how we hadn't gone far enough."

Your face heated up and you turned your gaze to the ceiling, trying to hide your small smile. "Yeah, I know."

Bardroy scoffed good-naturedly. "Just relax for me, alright, doll? I'll make you feel good." With that, he straightened back up to kiss you on the lips and, sliding his fingers into your dampening panties, began to rub your clit gingerly, just barely making contact.

You almost broke the kiss as a pleasured sigh slipped out, you head falling back just slightly, but Bardroy caught your chin again, his lips spreading into a mischievous smile as he kept his pace, making sure he didn't touch you too much despite you occasionally bucking your hips.

"Easy, Y/N... I'm not going anywhere."

You bit your lower lip petulantly, eyebrows furrowing. "Then stop teasing."

Bardroy arched a brow and suddenly pressed harder on your clit, causing you to emit a broken whine. Watching your face flush, he chuckled lightly. "If you don't like my teasing, why are you moaning?"

Your hand came up to cover your face, your lips pressed firmly together. "Stop," you pleaded. You could feel your own slick on the skin of your inner thighs, and it was driving you crazy.

"Mm. So you just want me to go ahead and finger you?" Bardroy queried, fingers rolling your clit in between the tips; you had to struggle to stop your thighs from pressing together.

You hesitated for a split second, but soon you gave in to the increasingly good feeling of his hand in between your legs, your nod barely detectable. Somewhat reassuringly, his free hand squeezed one side of your waist as the other hiked your dress further up your thighs and your underwear further down.

Bardroy slipped a single finger into your entrance, the initial feeling making you wince in discomfort, which he noticed. "If this hurts, you need to let me know, alright babe?"

You nodded again, just trying to focus on adjusting, toes clenching and unclenching as you slowly felt yourself relax enough to allow Bardroy to move his finger.

Soon enough, your breathing began to grow heavy, and he slid a second finger in when he knew it was starting to feel good. Your hands, resting on his shoulders, squeezed them as the sensation grew.

"Please- do you think you could go a little faster?" you asked, lips parted and eyelashes fluttering as your chest rose and fell. The discomfort had faded now, replaced with a growing knot of pleasure that threatened to come undone with every movement of Bardroy's fingers.

"Should I?" Bardroy wondered aloud, curling his fingers and making you gasp. "I certainly wouldn't want you to ruin these pretty panties of yours..."

Your voice was airy when you replied. "Mm- Bardroy, I don't care. Please just go faster."

"Alright, then." He obliged, a smile on his face, and you thrust your hips forward, wanting his fingers to go deeper and whimpering with every pulse.

"Aw- I love the way you look when you do that, love. You know- if you wanna come so bad, you can help get yourself off." Bardroy's other hand left your waist to take one of your hands, guiding it down in between your own legs. Looking down a bit sheepishly, you slowly began to rub your own throbbing clit, gradually picking up speed as you realized how much it added to the pleasure you were already experiencing.

"There you go, love," Bardroy praised you softly as your eyes started to roll into the back of your head, your hips squirming. "Aren't you the prettiest thing, trying to make yourself come?"

You didn't respond, breathing hard as you began to rub your clit more frantically, simultaneously thrusting into Bardroy's fingers as the pleasure slowly began to overwhelm you.

"Bardroy- I think I'm gonna- aah! I-"

"Go ahead and cum for me, darling." Tenderly, he smoothed back a strand of hair sticking to your face.

"Oh- oh, fuck- oh!" Hand still on your clit, you squirted around Bardroy's fingers, body shaking as you did. Your juices spilled down your thighs and dripped down his wrist, you almost in tears as Bardroy fingered you sloppily, whimpering in ecstasy as your high finally came.

After a few more seconds, you had started to relax, and Bardroy gently withdrew his fingers, holding you by the waist with both hands while your breathing slowed. Letting out one last heavy exhale, you allowed yourself to relax, almost exhausted as you melted into his arms.

Bardroy, observing the wetness on his fingers, smirked and turned back to look at you; you were laying back down on the bed. "Hey, Y/N."

You tiredly turned to look at him. "Yeah?"

"Far enough for ya?" His smirk widened.

"Oh, shut up."

#black butler anime #kuroshitsuji #black butler smut #kuroshitsuji imagines #bardroy black butler #black butler x reader #black butler x you #reader x black butler #you x black butler #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler headcanons #black butler servants #bardroy x reader #bardroy x you

[ofallthingsnasty]

It's been a few days since I read your RD2 fic "through the briar" and AHHHHGHGHHH!!! I haven't been able to think of anything else since then, it is such an amazing read. Look I like a softened up Micah as much as the next person, but it was so refreshing to have him portrayed as nasty and horrible as he is in canon. Genuinely got chills and felt creeped out while reading it was great lol

So if its not too much trouble I would like to request maybe a small aftermath fic? Specifically the aftermath if reader did up getting pregnant from that terrible event in the woods. Either how things would play out with the reader being pregnant during the events of the game.

Or instead a mini fic about a few years into the future with the reader already having at least one child with Micah living in a small cabin somewhere. And deciding to grab their kid and make a run for it while Micah is away, and the terrible consequences of that :/

I will honestly be happy with either one of these, if you feel like writing them.

Thank you for taking the time to read this long rant and request :)

Oh my god, I got the notif for this while I was at the drug store and I just stood there smiling my ass off at my screen while people pushed me away -- thank you so much, and I am so so happy that you liked it!! Its anniversary is coming up and it's genuinely my favorite fic I've written so far 😭💖💖 I am so honored that it gave you something to chew on, I really wanted to creep my readers out haha

Micah just fascinates me. I really don't like him but his character is just so fucking good - he's positively mesmerizing, a huge part of that is because of Peter Blomquist's absolutely stellar voice acting. I've never had this with a character and haven't found it again so far, Micah is just special. (Hahaha sorry for the ramble lol)

Regarding your requests - have you been living in my brain? 😂💖 Those are exactly the two scenarios that intruge me the most and I want to write both -- because I can't pass up a fic with Arthur absolutely wrecking his relationship with you due to guilt and rage (directed at Micah) and the whole troupe reacting to what has happened (of course, they'd never know the full truth, considering Micah's ways with Dutch) - just a whole lot of suffering for poor, poor little old you. And the escape attempt scenario - and its consequences - have me feral. It's just getting worse and worse for you in this situation. Just a whole lot of delicious misery.

They both came up last year after I posted the fic - but because of me finishing up uni I couldn't even think about writing them. Now that I've got my diploma, I can finally tackle them -- so thanks for expressing interest!! I am putting them on my list for this year, I'm dying to write more Micah...

#ask #anon #/rdr2 #through the briar #i might have forgotten about these. a little. haha... but if there is still interest i am willing to write them!! #i'm currently re-playing chapter 6 bc i like bawling my eyes out i guess haha... #but seriously those chap 6 vibes are perfect for some 'aftermath' scenarios

[fleurcareil]

East Ontario: Bon Echo and Ottawa areas

And off I go! 9am Thursday 1st June I'm starting my cross Canada road trip with an overloaded car and at 54,836km...

First stop is one of my favourite things in Ontario; paddle boarding along the Mazinaw Rock in Bon Echo Provincial Park, midway between Toronto and Ottawa. After having traversed the entire GTA one last time on the QEW, Gardiner, DVP and 401 highways, I finally escaped the madness and got to spend a few lovely hours on the water, searching for the pictographs that Indigenous people created a long time ago. The first time I tried to find them was with my mother by kayak, but not having a clue what it exactly was that we were looking for, we found none until we realised on a boat tour that they're tiny and just above the water, whereas we had been craning our neck to scour the high cliffs for anything that seemed remotely like a drawing 😂. Since then, I had already come back once to explore by SUP, however now in the mid-week quiet without other tourists & motorboats it was magical!

Starting my trip during an unexpected heatwave (32C!) has been tiring as I was constantly sweating but at least it meant I was not freezing at night which had been my fear. In the morning I did my regular 20-minute hulahoop wake-up routine but this time on the beach overlooking the cliffs... Great way to start the day and as bonus there were no mosquitos!! I kinda had forgotten how bad it can be in spring, but after two miserable attempts at a hike, I realised I will be doing most of my exploring by water until the bugs have died off. That said, so far it's only been mosquitos which have mass-targeted me, without the deer/black/sand/other nasty flies, so I guess it can & will still get much worse.

Instead of hiking, I ended up paddling two little lakes at Sheffield Conservation Area just south of Bon Echo, which is the most southern location to experience the Canadian Shield... it was not as majestic as up north but the bare granite rocks hold their beauty wherever they are! The channel between the lakes turned out to be blocked by a beaver dam, which made me realize that the pretty water lilies that I had seen earlier were basically the beaver's vegetable garden 😜. I had never seen a beaver dam up close from the water, so it was cool to see how it's constructed with a slope of soil upstream, intertwined with branches for extra stability. I tried to spot the beaver as well, but no luck (the only time I've seen a beaver was at Leslie Spit in Toronto of all places!). Someone had already created a little portage trail around the dam so that I could continue to the next lake and eat lunch on a little island (with my feet out of the water as the fish were trying to nibble).

Am now on a campground on the Quebec side for 3 nights to spend some time around Ottawa; after not having done a campfire on the first night I was looking forward to one and bought a 1-kilo bag of marshmallows and my favourite chocolate (dark, orange & sea salt) for s'mores, but the entire province is under a fire ban due to the many forest fires that are out of control.... Am afraid this is going to be a recurring theme this summer, we need to fix climate change asap!! Without a fire to chase them away, I'm already completely fed up with the mosquitos at the end of the 2nd day, so I spent the evening in my "living room" tent, which is a blissful haven to eat, read and drink some wine.

Spent Saturday very chilled in the capital; although downtown Ottawa is small it is very lively due to all the tourists (like me) and I always enjoy walking around the highlights; I had planned to visit the National Art Gallery but wasn't attracted by any of the current exhibits so gave it a miss and visited the neighbouring Royal Mint instead for what turned out to be a private tour of the facilities - cool to see how they make 99.99% pure silver and gold coins! Thereafter past the Rideau Canal to Parliament Hill which was disappointing because of the construction but also because I couldn't find my favourite sculpture 'Women are Persons!" celebrating the suffragette movement that allowed women to vote...I did find it later in front of the Senate building, but only after I attended (unplanned) the annual D-Day commemorative ceremony at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. We cannot afford forgetting the horrible impacts of war so it was a sobering but important moment. I ended on a Byward patio; nothing beats drinking a beer in the sun and watch the world go by!

And today I had a beautiful day at Gatineau Park where I had never been despite having wanted to on previous trips, due to rain/snow etc...I initially did not plan to hike and go supping instead but there was a lot of wind and it turned out no mosquitos due to the cooler weather, so I ended up doing several hikes after all, up to some viewpoints that were no longer visible (as is often the case as they don't cut the trees so that beautiful view when the bench was installed 10+ years ago is long gone), around Pink Lake which is green from the many algae, and to a waterfall that hadn't seen a lot of rain but was pretty nevertheless. I always struggle with making forest hike pictures interesting as it's very green without much variation and not able to capture the true essence of hearing the wind & the birds, the dappled light on the forest floor etc. Tried anyway, and also made a picture of the forest along the parkway to capture the bright apple green of the trees in spring, so refreshing! Ended the day at the Champlain lookout over the Ottawa valley.

Not sure I'll keep up writing so much each time but am clearly excited about how the trip has started so far! 😍

Wildlife: 1 marmot (Bon Echo), 2 male mergansers fighting with each other (Bon Echo), 10,000 mosquitos (Bon Echo), 2 snakes (Toronto Island and Sheffield), 2 turtles (Gatineau), 2 deer (along the road in Gatineau)

SUPs: three (Toronto Island, Bon Echo, Sheffield)

Hikes: one small one (eaten alive) and one aborted (more eaten alive), both at Bon Echo. Three hikes at Gatineau (no single mosquito bite!)

[queenlucythevaliant]

Since I'm missing being on my college min worship team right now, here's another funny story. Let me tell you about my friend, let's call her Portia.

So my college min is/was pretty small. Like, 25 people on a good night. So our whole worship band was was this guy I'll call John on the acoustic guitar, by dear friend Portia on the drums, and me singing. Worship rehearsal mostly consisted of John (who was in charge) trying to make sure we all knew what we were doing while Portia did her absolute best to try and make me laugh. I did my best to ignore her, since goofing off during a music rehearsal isn't really in my nature, but I'll admit that I failed more often than not. I've always giggled really easily.

Portia's antics involved everything from imitating a cello or organ line for some of the classic hymns and throwing in various "sing it church" and "this is what we believe" ad libs during the more contemporary ones to singing along in the deepest croaky bass she could manage to straight up poking me with her drumstick from time to time. She also really liked to mess around with the lyrics to the songs.

One week, we were singing "I Surrender All." If you don't know, there's a verse that goes like this:

All to Jesus I surrender,

Humbly at his feet I bow,

Worldly pleasures all forsaken,

Take me, Jesus, take me now.

It's sung very solemnly and sedately. Portia found this hilarious. By and large this isn't a song about death or the second coming, so why is this line here? "Why is it phrased like that?" Portia wanted to know. "Why, midway through this good little Reformed hymn, does this one line suddenly sound like what a fire and brimstone Southern Baptist says when he's about to do something reckless?"

She started messing around and put that verse together with "I'll Fly Away" in sort of a medley singing those lines in this really dark, sort of RP, almost chant-like sort of voice, then switching abruptly to "I'll Fly Away" in her best Southern Baptist voice.

Perfect posture, hands together in a prayer gesture: "Worldly pleasures... ahhhhl for-sah-ken... 🙏 Tehhhk me Jee-sahhs... Tehk me nowww" 🙏

Abruptly starts jumping up and clapping her hands: "Iiiiiiii'll fly away! Oh glory! 👏 Iiiii'll fly away! 👏 (IN THE MORNING) When! I! Die! 👏 Hallelujah!! By and by! 👏 Iiiii'll fly awayyyyy!!! 👏 👏

I'm really not doing the bit justice, it was hilarious. I was laughing uproariously. Even John, who was usually Above Such Things, seemed to be entertained.

So we pull ourselves together, finish rehearsal, and then later on the actual Large Group gathering arrives. "I Surrender All" is like third on the setlist. We sing two perfectly normal hymns ahead of it.

We sing the first verse and chorus of "I Surrender All," and then we get to The Verse. And you guys. I completely lost it.

At first, at the beginning of the verse, it was just a little giggle that could have maybe been ignored, but by the time I got to "Take me Jesus, take me now," I was doubled over laughing, completely unable to sing, red in the face and gasping for air. Next to me, both Portia and John were completely stoic.

And then Portia pokes me with her drumstick.

Now, none of us had ever been disruptive like this during Actual Large Group before, but I guess Portia figured that the situation was already out of control and she might as well make it worse. So yeah, she poked me, and I whipped around still laughing and fell on the floor.

I got up, still laughing, and through my laughter and, by this point, tears, tried to apologize into the microphone.

"I'm... 🤣😂🤣 so sorry.... 🤣🤣 at... 😂😂🤣🤣 rehearsal..." I managed to get out.

"Do you need a minute?" asked our campus minister.

Portia leaned forward over her drum. "Sorry Luke. It was my fault."

#no idea if this will read as funny as I've written it #but honest to goodness it's one of the best memories of my whole college experience #i really do miss worship team #also would like to make it clear that Portia is one of my very best friends and one of the strongest Christians I know #please don't think that because she likea to goof off she doesn't take this stuff seriously #girl knows her Bible and she lives it well #she actually just finished a two year program as a missions intern #anywho #sunday school kid #pontifications and creations

[drabbles-mc]

Okay so I absolutely loved everything you wrote about the pen pal stuff with Juice and I won’t be mad, like at all if you wanna do a fic about it 🫣.

But on that topic, I’ve always been curious about prison uniform colors and what they meant. They wore orange while waiting on bail but during the appisodes that showcase their time doing the 14 months (Mexican basketball, Jax’s stabbing & Tara+Gemma’s visit) they’re all wearing blue. I googled it and found the following:

Blue: low-risk inmates usually charged with a misdemeanor and other nonviolent crimes, or inmates on work detail (e.g., kitchen, cleaning, laundry, mail, or other tasks)

Orange: unspecific, commonly used for any status in some prisons

Ok so I don’t think the guys (especially Happy) were considered low risk by any means which leads me to believe they were on work derail.

What work do YOU think they were designated to and do you think they enjoyed it? I believe it was Jax, Clay, Bobby, Juice, Tig and Happy. Let me know if I forgot anyone!

I've been mulling over the Juice pen pal thing ever since I wrote it. I don't make promises I can't keep but in terms of hc's I might turn into full fics, that's definitely towards the top of the list.

Also, I say this respectfully, given how some of the things in SOA went it wouldn't surprise me if you put more thought and research into their uniform colors than the people running the show did. 😂 However I never stopped to think that different colored uniforms might mean different stuff! Thank you for teaching me new things!

(Full disclosure I know next to nothing about prisons or how they operate so all of this is probably wildly inaccurate but we're just fanficing out here so it's fine 😂)

I would have loved to see Bobby and Juice on kitchen detail. I think that Bobby would be good at it for obvious reasons. But I also think that that kind of work would be good for Juice. He needs instructions to follow and Bobby would definitely give him that. I could also see Juice doing well on laundry duty. Let the man fold sheets over and over again, it plays right into his obsessive nature.

They probably wanted Happy as far away from the kitchen (re: knives) as possible. Because while he can make anything into a weapon, they're not going to just hand him blades if they can help it. He gets put on library duty or general custodial jobs like mopping floors. Simple things that will most likely keep him out of trouble.

Tig will take any job and make chaos of it. The CO's hate him and he loves it. They put him in the mail room thinking that there was no way that he could fuck it up and make it more difficult, but then he found a way. So they stuck him in the kitchen with Bobby and learned that he is the only one who can do anything close to keeping Tig in line. It's still hit or miss, though.

Meanwhile Clay moans and groans about being more and needing things to do, saying he wants hands-on jobs because he doesn't want to sit around and twiddle his thumbs all day. But he's got those arthritic fingers so everything becomes a monumental task. Which like. We call that karma.

I would love to see Jax having to do laundry for the first time in his life. (Like I'm sorry but I just feel like Gemma has always done it for him, or Wendy, and then Gemma again 😂) This man is fighting for his life against the fitted sheets and there's nothing he can do about it.

I think that the only ones who really hate the work that they get assigned, are Clay and potentially Happy. Although I just feel like Happy is always vaguely angry and it's not necessarily about the work. I don't see him necessarily enjoying it though.

I think that Bobby and Juice are the ones who are as close to enjoying the work as anyone. Juice needs to stay busy and feel useful, and Bobby knows that there are a lot worse ways he could be spending his time in prison than cooking subpar meals for everyone. So he's smart enough to be appreciative on that front.

Tig is having the time of his life but it's not because of the work, it's because he's constantly formulating how to get out of doing the work.

#ask #asks #anonymous

[mlobsters]

supernatural s7e9 how to win friends and influence monsters (w. ben edlund)

this whole electricity to the house they're squatting in situation, i commented on it was weird how they were squatting in houses with power here recently but i can't find the post(s) womp womp.

DEAN Weeks, guys. Weeks. We've been living with cold showers, cold Hot Pockets, cold freaking everything. I mean, this is the bottom that we're living in. You guys get that, right?

like. thawed but not microwaved hot pockets?? not good food safety right there, friend 😂

DEAN That's just great. This is stupid. Our quality of life is crap. We got Purgatory's least wanted everywhere, and we're on our third "The World's Screwed" issue in, what, three years? We've steered the bus away from the cliff twice already. SAM Someone's got to do it. DEAN What if the bus wants to go over the cliff? SAM You think the world wants to end?

team free will!

haha jersey devil, goofy ass og xfiles episode about it.

attack of the Pass Word again. are they going to kinkos to make color printouts of webpages, while also off the grid. gnawing on frozen hot pockets.

BRANDON Sidewinder soup and salad combo goes to Big Bird. TDK slammer to Ken Doll. And a little heart-smart for creepy uncle.

i have no idea what's happening. but ken doll dean. getting the turducken whammy?

DEAN You used to take us hunting. Remember? Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you. Shoot, you must have taught us most of the outdoor tracking we know. BOBBY Yeah, what I could get to stick. I never could get you little grubs to pull a trigger on a single deer.

more morsels of backstory, thank you

"man, i liked rick" with bonus chopsurveillance

this is very xfiles bogus alien autopsy. very slimy

DEAN That's funny, right? I could give two shakes of a rat's ass. Is that right? Do rats shake their ass, or is it something else? Eh.

i guess this was out of character enough to make them realize something's up :P this oozing sandwich is beyond, BEYOND dumb.

LOL wait is this the plot of serenity? drugging the masses to keep them calm but then a few of them turned into reavers/hyperaggressive cannibals oops?

SAM Yeah, I kind of mean more like, uh... more like ever since my head broke... and we lost Cas. I mean, you ever feel like he's -- he's going through the same motions but he's not the same Dean, you know? BOBBY How could he be? SAM Right, yeah, but what if -- BOBBY What if what, Sam? You know, you worry about him. All he does is worry about you. Who's left to live their own life here? The two of you -- aren't you full up just playing Snuffleupagus with the Devil all the live long? SAM I don't know, Bobby. Seeing Lucifer's fine with me. BOBBY Come again? SAM Look, I'm not saying it's fun. I mean, to be honest with you, I-I kind of see it as the best-case scenario. I mean... SAM presses the hand he injured in 7.01 Meet the New Boss. SAM ...at least all my crazy's under one umbrella, you know? I kind of know what I'm dealing with. A lot of people got it worse.

thank you ben edlund for these conversations

BOBBY I've seen a lot of hunters live and die. You're starting to talk like one of the dead ones, Dean. DEAN No, I'm talking the way a person talks when they've had it, when they can't figure out why they used to think all this mattered.

one thing that's always really hurt to watch about dean is how burnt out and overwhelmed and ready to die/self destructive he gets. i think the feeling is too relatable and all the more painful.

BOBBY Come on, now. You tried to hang it up and be a person with Lisa and Ben. And now here you are with a mean old coot and a van full of guns. That ain't person behavior, son. You're a hunter, meaning you're whatever the job you're doing today. Now, you get a case of the Anne Sextons, something's gonna come up behind you and rip your fool head off. Now, you find your reasons to get back in the game. I don't care if it's love or spite or a ten-dollar bet. I've been to enough funerals. I mean it. You die before me, and I'll kill you.

bobby doesn't get a punch in the face for bringing up lisa and ben i guess. and i mean, is it not love for sam that's what's always keeping his head in the game?

🤦

these photoshopped roman pictures are terrible...

EXCUSE ME 😂 other two are bad but this is just. egregious! did they change who they use for graphics or something i wonder

well, bobby. shot in the head and all that mushy talk and extra screentime. doesn't bode well. i knew he didn't make it intact but also know he's around in some incarnation at points after. don't have to worry about dean dying first now, when he might have otherwise, right?

i'm sure dean would handle bobby's death well.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x09 #ben edlund #sideburns #aka chopsurveillance - will it mutton chop? #bobby singer #serenity movie

[dowagersqueen]

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I know it's full of toxin but I've been reading time travel aus and like what if Alicent got thrown in the time of GOT? It would be so hot though 😂 it's tiring reading fics of Alicent where the author throws more shit to her, it's discouraging me to find great ones like I'm holding on to the few that's still ongoing because many are already finished 😔

Anyway team #them on twitter really pisses me off and making me hate team black more and more, and the more I read analysis on perspective of the greens the more I love them in all of their twisted and tragic fates.

Love how many accs on tumblr defend the greens because it gets buried on twitter and then I'll be forced to read shit takes so horrible it makes me question what kind of person they are in real life.

Love your account and reading your thoughts and also I miss the young!alicent au prompts I hope the op have more ideas to share about it.

that is not a dynamic i have thought about before 😂

i guess the only way i thought of alicent and cersei is how on twitter people were either comparing alicent to cersei as both being “manipulative”, “selfish”, etc. while at the same time others said “cersei wouldn’t stand alicent” and “i respect cersei more because at least she didn’t pretend she was something she was not”. to me it all sounds like different ways to justify this bone deep hatred for alicent that at least partially blooms from misogyny and her not fitting into the cookie cutter role rhaenyra’s fans have for her. 

but yeah, i’d advise staying away from twitter because i’ve been there for a while and it’s just.... so much worse than tumblr is. people will say anything. and i mean anything. and since twitter operates on the idea that you have to say something to get likes so that the algorithm favors you, they will continue to say anything. 

and thank you! glad that you do! ❤️

and yes, same!!!

hey, swappedalicent!au anon, did you manage to write the story? 👀❤️

#asks

[wednesdaysky]

Thoughts after finishing End of Dragons

Welp, a little later than everybody else, but with patience and rest I managed to get through GW2 End of Dragons. I was very fortunate that I accidentally walked into a Dragon's End map that was gearing up to do the meta already, lol. Some miscellaneous thoughts, both negative and positive, EoD spoilers…

I gotta say, I have a lot of gripes -- I don't know that I will go back to spend much time on these maps, I pretty much did only the story-required stuff because anytime I tried to go explore anything at all, every single map felt like the second coming of Tangled Depths which I still have an ongoing grudge against that map even in 2022 😂 Too many mobs all over the ground with very little escape, too easy to accidentally walk into events you can't get away from, super convoluted paths both on the ground and in the sky, just… hard to find anything at all, a horrible mess all around. It's a shame since they're very beautiful to look at, but I barely had any room to actually appreciate the scenery lol. Did y'all feel like this at all? Maybe some of you like Tangled Depths though but I've never comped that map even once 😂 I'm not sure I'll manage any of the EoD maps either 😂

I didn't think the story was overall that great, but I've resigned myself to Anet's writing being terrible since HoT when everything was already kind of a mess in vanilla and then they not only made it worse but killed my favorite character. As usual, this one was a huge pile of missed opportunities and plot/lore threads they set up and then didn't follow through on (honestly I play this game mainly for the setting at this point, so I've been perpetually salty ever since way back when there was a sylvari expansion where we learned almost nothing about the sylvari lol)

But even though Soo-Won came out of nowhere, and a lot of things felt to me just very abrupt and not well explained… I feel like they really sold it. Whoever's at the helm at this point took 10+ solid years of mashed together messy plots and lore elements, unfinished projects, different ideas of what the canon should be from who knows how many writers…and really tried to give us something to make sense of what came before. Something to make it worth being invested in the story of Tyria for all this time. I really appreciated getting to spend a lot of time with characters in this expac, the writing was trending in this direction more and more over the years but I think this is the most detailed they've ever gotten on that side of things, at least it seems like to me. The dialogue was pretty good for everybody, and I was happy that the commander continued to actually have a bit of a personality, even if it's mostly consisted of the poor guy getting increasingly tired and snarky and impatient after all the trauma and bullshit they've been through -- sorry Ath, lol. And there was so much worldbuilding and so much lore. There are lots of NPCs to talk to with substantial things to say, even more than in PoF. It felt like slightly making up for 2015 when I walked up to every single HoT NPC with a Talk (F) and most of them said nothing. 😂

I did find the Ankka part of the story pretty unsatisfying -- it may be just because I had to take significant play breaks for health stuff in between chapters, but her motivation for setting the apocalypse in motion always seemed really vague. I played through the whole story expecting to learn more about her but even though I searched out all the optional lore docs, voice recordings, etc., I never felt like she actually came together in a way where she made sense. It's a shame because the actress was amazing, and apparently Anet expected you to feel something for this character because she got some really cool cutscenes, but I just didn't at all because I never understood what she even wanted -- past or present -- to empathize with her at all. During her death cutscene I was just like…. 'really? Already? That's it??' Unfortunately I feel like Anet's greatest talent as writers is to introduce characters who would've been really cool if they weren't 1) horribly inconsistent, 2) horribly underused, or 3) killed off five seconds after you meet them lol.

But man, so many callbacks through the whole thing, all the way back to the Aetherblades who I really, really thought we would never see again, let alone get a cameo from Scarlet herself. We really revisited nearly everything the Commander has done over a decade of saving the world way too many times. And man, that ending. I am sure I probably enjoyed it more as someone who came late, and had the good luck to do the meta with a knowledgeable map sufficient to carry a first-timer casual with limited hand mobility, enabling me to proceed smoothly through the story. But having had that luck… damn.

The way it tied back into so many things we've done before, memories of characters we lost along the way -- getting a purple whisper of encouragement from Trahearne wrecked me. Going into the story instance afterward and staring up at the faces of the dragons, listening to their boss themes, recognizing some of their attacks. I found myself thinking back to the full decade of memories I've made with this game. I'm a pretty different person than I was in 2012. I've made friends, lost friends. Seen family pass away, seen niblings born. Done interesting work, visited interesting places. Learned things I never would have imagined, seen things happen in the world that I never would have imagined. Learned a lot about myself. And through all of that, on and off, always there for me when I wanted a fantastical playground to hang around in for a while, there was Tyria. It represents lots of beloved characters for me, both the canon ones and many roleplay OCs, my own and my friends' -- friends that I still talk to on the daily even now, friends that I haven't seen in years. I've commanded metas, I've played so many things from piano ele down to 1-button scourge. I've been in a bunch of guilds. I founded or helped found a couple. Did a lot of RPing, poured in so much creativity. To this day, even spending less time in the game, I still sit down periodically and think about what my characters would be up to by now, where their own smaller stories have gone by this time in Tyria's history. As uneven as it's been, as weird as it often is, this computer game has held an enduring place in my heart.

This was a good ending. It felt like a culmination of all of that. Coming together with Aurene, wielding her power as the last true dragon champion, the final height for the one who slayed a god. An army at our back, everyone who stood behind us for the last 10 real-life years rallying to lift us up. So many hands reaching out to pull us forward when we might stumble, from people we just met in Shing Jea right down to those who've been with us all the way back from Southsun. All the way back from getting trampled by centaurs in Shaemoor, waking up naked tumbling from a dreaming pod, making quips with the warband on the way to fight ghosts. And then, after the end of all that, seeing our closest friends from the oldest days finally able to relax a little for the first time in so long. Finally able to enjoy a little peace, to take time to breathe, to focus on the things right in front of them instead of dreading the end of the world always around the corner. It was a long, long time coming.

For someone who's been around from the beginning, End of Dragons really felt like a love letter to everything Guild Wars 2 has been about for the last decade -- the places these characters have been, the places the devs have been, the places we players have been. I'll keep playing, of course. But if I quit right now, if it were all to disappear tomorrow, this would be a worthy period to dot at the end of ten years of memories. It's not my single favorite part of the story; it's not even my favorite expansion. But I came away feeling I'd just experienced something truly special.

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