#it used to bother me that maybe it didn’t resonate as much with you

[jake-webber]

PERSONAL TEDDY BEAR | KANSAS BOYS

anon: “maybe hcs or a fic of reader being sam, colby, and jake’s childhood friend where you’re like the designated teddy bear that everyone likes to cling on?” (UNEDITED)

PAIRING jake webber, sam golbach, colby brock x platonic!reader

BEFORE READING use of ‘brother’ but not towards reader but is used by reader, gender not specified, i acc dk if they’re called traphouse trio or not but lemme know

You couldn’t tell the time when you woke up or when Jake suddenly came into your room to bother you by tangling himself in your covers and limbs to, and you quote, ‘hangout’. You’ve been friends with this guy for God knows how long but his idea of hanging out with you was never something you understood completely.

Unable to go back to sleep, you decided it was a good idea to indulge your best friend. You let him wrap his long limbs around you; his leg were overlapping with yours under the covers while his arm was on your shoulders, ultimately locking you up in a soft headlock as he scrolls through his phone with his free hand.

You, on the other hand, had your head on his chest from all the times he’s been pulling you closer.

“You think I should dye my hair like this?” Jake suddenly asked, showing his phone opened on instagram. “I think I’d look good.”

You didn’t have to think twice on your answer as soon as yours eyes were looking at a picture of someone’s hair dyed at the brightest green you’ve ever seen. “And what? Become bald and live your whole life being called a highlighter and Mr. Clean?”

You heard, as well as felt, Jakes low chuckles resonating to your head. “Dude, you’re so mean. Can’t even support a brother.”

“I probably would if my brother didn’t wake me up to cuddle ‘till the afternoon.” You deadpanned, eyes going back to your phone.

“You planned on sleeping ‘till afternoon anyways.”

“Not in your arms.”

Jake faked a sniff. “So mean, so mean. This is probably why you’re Sam’s favorite.”

You could only roll yours eyes at this. “Whatever you say, brother.” You pulled yourself off of Jake, hearing his whines of protest as you walked inside your bathroom.

“Why did you leave me!” Jake screamed from your bed, hearing a small ‘thud!’ and groan soon after.

As you were about to leave the bathroom, you saw your door open by Colby. “What’s the commotion in here?” He asked with an accent.

“Nothin’” Jake said. You closed the door to your bathroom with a snort. “More like, he fell.” You responded, kicking on the fallen blanket over Jake’s head and hearing a silent ‘fuck you’ before making your way towards the newly arrived boy.

As soon as Colby was a inches away, it was like his arms were magnet and your poor neck was the refrigerator getting unwanted accessories on it. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a lung squeezing hug. “Did you just wake up?”

You couldn’t even lift your own arms to hug back from how tightly you’re being held. “Nope, been awake for a while thanks to that guy.” You nodded your head towards Jake who did an awful job of sneaking up behind you, making him pause.

Colby didn’t say anything at first and gave you one last squeeze before removing himself. “Well, thanks to him, I didn’t have to do the honors of getting hit by a pillow because…” He grabbed his phone from his pockets and showed you his conversation with Sam.

“We’ll be having lunch with the others before we take off tomorrow.”

“Right, we’re filming oversees tomorrow.” You recalled, absentmindedly staring at Sam’s text ordering Colby to wake you up before the scheduled lunch– it felt more like brunch to you but whatever.

“That’s right, so we’re either going to force you to get dressed or you do it yourself.” Colby ruffled your already horrid bed head with a mischievous grin. “Oh, I don’t mind doing the first one.” Jake quipped from his place behind you, listening on the conversation.

“Save it, brother. I can only have so much patience to let ya’ll sleep on my bed.” You walked past them as your head scandalous gasps when you did. “Or maybe I’ll only allow Sam, who knows, he’s been the nicest to me all morning.”

Colby raced to your side with furrowed eyebrows though a smirk on his face, “But he’s not even here!”

“Exactly.”

Sam wasn’t able to go home and freshen up before lunch so the four of you decided to meet at the restaurant instead.

“And what time did he exactly leave for his meeting?” You opened the door of the passenger seat and stepped out as you spoke. Colby, who volunteered to drive the three of you, locked his car before he answered. Jake, who sat on the back, walked towards you with his eyes still on his phone.

“I think, 6 o’ clock? He’s been preparing for it for like a week— if he acts weird, just don’t ask.” You and Jake nodded at his words. You were all used to Sam’s antics when he’s tired, especially you. You had to specifically wear clothing that doesn’t wrinkle easily because of him.

Sam rarely shows affection in front of other people who’s not in the same house as all of you but that all goes away when he’s brain is too foggy to think. You were his victim most of the time. Colby, being the one he’s usually with, experienced it too and as well Jake if he’s unlucky but it’s always you at the end of the day.

“Golbach at 12 o’ clock.” Jake whispered before departing from your side to Colby.

The three of you stooped on your tracks towards the restaurant and saw Sam walking out with his phone. He still looked alright from a distance, his poise was as normal as ever, but it only took you one look to see the way his eyes swayed at the sight of his friends. Sam walked, or was it trudging, towards you and you already had your arms up when he got closer.

Both his arms circled around your torso and placed his head on your shoulders. Colby’s hugs were tight— tight enough to cut the air from your lungs— but quick and Jake’s loved to put all his weight on you. Sam’s, on the other hand, he likes to lock you in his chest and hug you like a teddy bear, as if he was inches from sleeping (which he probably was, to be fair).

After a few seconds of silence, having to penguin-walk away from path of the restaurant so you both wouldn’t block the entrance, Sam sighed. “God, today’s been a long day.”

“The day’s only half finished, Sam.” You said with an amused smile, patting him on the back.

“Still long.” He retorted almost immediately. Sam began rocking you back and forth for some reason. You realized Jake and Colby were already inside the restaurant when you Jake’s text on your phone about saving you both seats.

As much you enjoyed being their personal teddy bear, you’re already getting hungry from the smell of the dishes from inside, making your stomach grumble over the silence. “Time’s up, the only thing I’ve had in my stomach is air today and I am hungry.” You said as you tried to release from him.

Sam was quick to remove himself off of you, except for one his arms on your shoulder still. “Dibs on sleeping next to you in our hotel room.” He said before he began walking, looking at you with his tired yet mischievous smirk.

You chuckled, “You were already first on the list, brother.”

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[imaginesmai]

His precious treasure - Eris Vanserra

First time writing for Eris! Let me know what you think

Plot: Beron manages to ask the right questions at the wrong moment, making Eris suspicious of your safety. His hidden treasure in the forest, where he cannot get fast enough.

Warnings: mention of torture, death and blood.

His steps resonated through the long corridor, servants and guards bowing to his presence. They never met his eyes, not even when he was just a young prince who barely reached their waists. He used to fool himself thinking it was out of respect, out of fear. But Eris had learned that it was easier to ignore the problems of their loved court, the abuse, when they didn’t look at him.

Countless times he had walked down those corridors with blood streaming down his face, bloody nose and bruised eyes. Burned flesh and peeled skin. It used to bother him their indifference, but that day, he barely paid them any attention.

All his focus was set in leaving the palace he called home as soon as possible without looking suspicious, without letting anyone know the terror that threatened to paralyze him.

Eris could feel his eye bruising, the burn marks on his back and chest from his father later outburst. He didn’t mind the abuse, could endure it just fine. What was breaking his soul in two were the answers his father looked with that abuse, and that he had managed to hide. But Beron was asking questions he shouldn’t have been formulating.

“Tell me, my son. Why do I keep receiving notices of your disappearances? Why are my guards worried that you might be lacking in your efforts to keep this court standing?” Beron had asked before backhanding Eris in his office. “Should I be worried about your not-so-subtle trips to the forests?”

The excuse had fallen from his mouth naturally, like he had always planned. Testing the borders for possible threats, assuring the outer posts were functioning correctly, searching the ground with his hounds.

Eris had swallowed every hit and humiliation with a tight jaw, only answering when he was spoken to. He had closed you off the bond and hoped to be strong enough for you not to notice. Then, Beron’s had asked him that damned question and his resolution had cracked.

“You look distracted lately, maybe that’s why you keep forgetting to update me about your whereabouts” Beron snarled, as if the sight of the blood spilled by his hand unsettled him. Then, he locked his eyes with Eris and fire danced behind them, and he smiled. “Maybe it’s the recent lack of servants what has your mind busy. Strange and unexplained disappearances, right?”

He was sure Beron had bought his indifference, or he wouldn’t have let him go. But he still raced through the hallways, a bad feeling twisting his gut. Running would catch too much attention, yet he knew leaving after his father’s questions was an answer by itself.

Eris prayed to the Cauldron, to whoever had unanswered his prayers through his life, that he arrived to the cabin with enough time to make things right. If Beron was asking about missing servants, he could only be talking about you. The kind-hearted lesser fae who had the misfortune of being his mate.

Three years ago, Eris had almost burnt down the entire court one of his brothers got a little too handsy with you. As a servant, you were supposed to endure it and be thankful for his attention. But your heart belonged to Eris Vanserra in secret for almost a century, and you had denied his unrespectful advantages. That earned you a beating that had left you unconscious in the middle of the backyard, where Eris’ hounds had found you.

After weeks of healing in secret and convincing him not to slaughter his own court and find death at the hands of his father, only the promise of your safety had kept him still. He had taken you away to his hidden cabin, where you had been staying part of a cozy side-town, where no one recognized you.

Thoughts of the last three years flooded his mind as he jogged the last steps of the castle, quickly hoisting himself up in his horse and riding off into the forest. He pushed his mare to her limits, until the ground and the trees were nothing but blurry colors.

He wouldn’t waste time thinking why his father hadn’t acted yet, why he had been granted those few minutes to try and save you. The answer was clear when he smelt the uncharacteristic trace of blood in the quiet village.

Eris dismounted without stopping, his mare moving restlessly in the familiar cottage. His heart pushed furiously against his chest, blood rushing to his ears when he noticed the door hanging open by an unnatural angle. Male scents and horses’ prints were all over your hidden cabin.

“Y/N!” he screamed your name, not caring about anything but your safety. With everything about to change, he could throw secrecy as the last of his priorities. “My love, where are you?”

No answer came from the outskirts of the house, and Eris all but threw himself inside. The beating he had just endured almost sent him stumbling to the ground.

The insides of the cabin were a mess, just like his soul. Scattered papers and wooden furniture, broken plates, shattered windows. Fire embers started to fill the messy space as his laborious breathing turned panicked. He leaned against the wall where pictures lay now crooked, and tried to think what to do.

Where to look, who to kill, how to survive knowing his worst nightmare had come true. Eris had always feared having a mate, having someone to love and that loved him back, because he knew the world would take it away cruelly.

What he didn’t expect was the stairs creaking under your weight, and your disheveled head poking through the stairwell. Your eyes widened, at his state, his presence, or his blood. But he didn’t consider much apart from the fact that you were still breathing, somehow, and alive enough to be standing.

His body gravitated forward until you collided into his arms, the composure he had kept during the last hour crumbling like paper against water.

“Eris” you whispered against his chest and his breath hitched, your voice so concerned and soft against his worries. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“You’re alive. You’re alive” he repeated, twice, and willed himself to believe it. “I thought – the door was open, and you didn’t answer. Why didn’t you answer? I called. Didn’t you – didn’t –“

“I didn’t know if it was you. It’s been…”

You trailed off, it wasn’t necessary to acknowledge the obvious mess. Eris pressed you tighter against his chest. Just like those nights where nightmares consumed him, where his father’s reign of terror was too much, he hugged you so tight that your bones creaked under the pressure. You didn’t mind when it was the only thing holding him together.

It was silent for no longer than three seconds, the amount of time it took for the first and only tear to roll down his bruised cheek. If he let himself any more time, if he let his guard down, none of you would make it out of there alive.

Eris ignored the rough phantoms hands he could still feel on his body, the feeling of his father’s fingers tugging on his hair and crushing his throat. His touch was soft and careful as he pulled you away and inspected you with bright eyes. Only a gash on your cheek and a light limp on your left foot. Even if your dress was stained, he didn’t find any threatening injury.

He pushed the anger once more down his chest, until he turned it into resolution.

“How many?”

“Three of Beron’s personal guard. Rookie heard them before they came and I could hide” you motioned with your chin to the enormous dog that guarded the back door, on four and alert. “She took care of the first one, and the other two… it was them or me”

“You did well” Eris whispered, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb under the bleeding wound. “Where are the bodies?”

Those deaths would haunt you for a while. His innocent, kind mate who had been the only one brave enough to risk sending him pain tonics after his father’s beatings. Who took care of his dogs when he couldn’t leave the bed, and stubbornly stayed by his side as he pushed you away.

Eris followed you silently to the first floor, to your bedroom. Where you had spent so many nights tangled together, now three bloodied bodies stood. He could identify which one had been finished by Rookie, their face unrecognizable. His father’s personal guard embroidery stood bright on their uniform, and it threatened to make him vomit.

He fished their bodies for weapons, ignoring the urge to kill them all over again slower a crueler. When he finished gathering what was worthy, he guided you out of the room, his arm around your shoulder.

“Don’t look” he advised you, pressing you tighter when your body trembled. “We’ll be okay”

You had talked about that outcome for three years, and you had spent each borrowed minute like the last one. It wouldn’t be forever, you understood, so you had crafted a plan. An emergency plan that you needed to carry out.

Eris didn’t let you take anything and you didn’t stop to grab your belongings as he lit fire to the cabin behind you. Each step you took made your knees tremble, knowing that Beron had once more managed to drown any hope in your life for your relationship.

Heat scorched both your backs as you exited the cabin, now full ablaze. Eris’ mare was dutifully waiting at the entrance, with the dozens of neighbors that were gathered in a half-circle. They all scattered when Eris walked out, and didn’t get to see how your knees finally gave out. With just one arm, he managed to keep you standing against his chest and grab the reins.

His whole body tensed under the weight of your sobs, that racked your body in sadness. Twice now, he had seen your life crumble because of him, because of who you loved and loved you back. Until Beron was dead, until his body was cold and forgotten, there wouldn’t be a place in Prythian safe from his hands.

And no matter how much it pained, only one was safe enough to last until he killed his father. Or died trying to.

“Y/N” he whispered against your sobs, against your desperation. He held you firmly as you shook your head in denial without looking up from his chest. “It’s time, my love. We don’t have much time”

Maybe his father was stupid enough to think three men were enough to kill you, but they hadn’t returned and Eris had left – and, surely, his father himself would come to end with his son’s happiness and will to live.

Shadows gathered around his feet, but he didn’t look to the owner nor acknowledge the new presences in his court, in his forest. He had long ago granted them access for that day, had supplied them information for his part of the bargain.

Rhysand and his court had kept their promise.

“I don’t want to” you cried, so hard and fearful that his resolve shook. Yet your safety, your life, had always been his one priority.

“It’s for the best. Look at me, Y/N” his voice didn’t harden, he didn’t slip into the mask he wore around them for your sake. “Y/N”

His own voice was broken too, with despair and agony. He too dreamed for a world where he could hold you freely, where he didn’t need his worst’s enemies help to keep his mate alive. But those dreams were not for people like him. Still, he held onto that thread of hope that he would make it through tonight. That, tomorrow, he would comfort you like you deserve, endure your berating about his selflessness and kiss your tears away.

When you finally looked at him, he smiled, ignoring the surprise radiating from his unusual partners. Eris waited until your sobs subsided and you calmed enough to accept the next step.

In silence, he let his eyes tell you everything he didn’t allow himself to say. How grateful he was for your soft hand when no one else dared to help you, for your patience words against his lashings when you helped him. How sorry for each and every scar you carried from his court, his brothers and father, and for not being able to give you the life you deserved.

How much he loved you, witch every fiber of his being, until he was nothing more than embers and ashes, and beyond.

Eris pressed his lips wordlessly against your forehead, his hands holding your head in place. Your own circled his scarred wrists. With the glamour off, everyone could see the scars and marks on his body. You caressed the rough skin and held him tight, until he tore apart.

“I love you. And if I die tonight, know that your love was what has kept me alive for so long” he watched your glossy eyes, your shaky lips. “I only burn for you, my little fox”

“They’re here” Azriel talked, his voice breaking your daydreaming.

A soft spark of proudness lighted in his chest when Azriel tried to gently guide you back and you brushed him off with a stern look. Your eyes, kind and loving for him, were hard and unforgiving for the spymaster. Eris knew they would treat you well, would take care of you, and was sure you would give them hell for him.

You looked at him one last time, sad resolution in your eyes, and kissed the edge of his lips before stepping away. With your torn dress and blood over you, you looked like every inch of mate he adored and cherished.

Azriel finally gripped your wrist with an annoyed frown, and shadows swarmed both your beings just as the first group of soldiers rounded the edge of the town. They wouldn’t be the problem, but the High Lord who rode behind. Eris didn’t allow any of his fears or worries show when he kept eye contact as you disappeared with Azriel.

“Come back for me” you begged him one last time, cracking once more his already broken heart. “Please, my prince. Come back”

“I love you”

He let those words be the last thing you heard from him. Eris was powerful, but his father could crush him like a leave under a boot. Maybe Rhysand would keep to his promise and keep you safe – and still loose you against his father’s armies. Eris was just happy knowing he would die knowing what being loved by you felt. How your arms felt around his shoulders, your breath against his neck.

Eris would die happy because you had chosen him when even he hadn’t chosen himself.

The sound of horses and men screaming got more intense when you disappeared, and the prince prepared himself to face one last battle. His fists lighted up with bright fire, his body vibrating with energy.

He expected a wave of angry soldiers from his right.

Not a stony-face Rhysand looking at him with a raised brow.

“You do love” he proclaimed, his voice laced with curiosity and something else. “I was tempted to believe she was just another one of your tricks. One that assured you your climb to the throne”

“I have business to attended, in case you can’t tell” Eris grumbled, letting loose the rage and anger. “So if you would be so kind, please fuck off”

The first round of autumn males broke through the left with raised swords and angry scowls. Some of them had fought by Eris’ side in the last war, some of them had been by his father’s side as he beat him.

Neither of their faces was marked in Eris’ memory, as they all vanished away to a terrible darkness that swept them off. As if they had never existed at all. The prince’s fire died down a bit as he looked at the High Lord, who had taken his hands out of his pocket and whose violet eyes were shinning dangerously.

For all explanation, Rhysand shrugged and gave away no intention of leaving with Azriel and his court.

“I made a bet on you when we made that bargain. A bet on a new high lord that would change things with me” Rhysand stared at him and Eris didn’t break eye contact, too stunned to speak. “Wasn’t certain it was the right bet, but now I am. I hope we both get to withdraw the price”

Without another word, the world was consumed in a wave of darkness, Beron’s power emerging not so far away. Eris let himself become fire in the dark, brighter than ever, and with the memory of your last smile and the possible hope of a world with you, he launched himself into battle.

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[crystaldivination]

𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

⤷ 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 ⤶

Hello beautiful souls ♡︎ This is the second part of the Valentine's edition. Check out the first part here. I hope to provide you with some lovely and/or helpful messages from your specific person with this intuitive pick a card reading. In this reading we will be looking at what are their feelings for you.

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How to choose a pile? Take a few deep breaths ＆ think of a number from 1 to 3. Trust your intuition to pick your number.

The piles ┊

see below in order ↴

Disclaimer ┊this is a general reading which may or may not resonate with you. Take what resonates and leave out anything that doesn’t. Feel free to choose another pile if you'd like.

PILE ONE

Dear pile 1, your person is in hermit mode. They are likely to have distanced themselves from most things. It could be because their emotions are going wild. They are out of balance right now. You might find them to be more sensitive than normal so it’s best to give them space instead of trying to provoke them. The way they feel doesn’t directly have anything to do with you but it stems from a feeling involving you. They might’ve felt inferior to you, more specifically to someone who’s quite close with you. They felt like they couldn’t keep up with the people in your circle. You guys might’ve met up with your friends or anyone you’re close with and to them it might have been a new experience. They weren’t really used to it and felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. But because they didn’t let it show, you weren’t aware of what was going on with them so you might’ve go on just naturally which might’ve hurt their feelings. The problem here lies in the miscommunication. They might’ve kept it to themselves about how they really felt then and aren’t willing to communicate openly with you about the situation they’re bothered by and you failed to ask them probably about how they sincerely feel. This causes you two to be detached from one another, could even led to coldness between you two while continuing to ignore the problem itself.

They wish to dissolve this sour environment that exists right now by coming up to you but they seem to be hesitant towards that idea. It’s not easy to step up when you’ve been hurt although they know it’s not your fault. It’s solely their own insecurity yet they would want you to make the first step to come to them and encourage them. To comfort you, they are only this way because they love you so much that they're afraid you are too good for them and that you could leave them anytime you want to. They’re really scared to even think of that thought because you’ve grown too deep into their heart which leave them to be so devastated over this. They’re sorry to have caused you stress and made you sad. They want to make up with you this instance and they crave to feel you in their arms. Take your time and run into their arms once you feel the need to do so. They are waiting for you.

Quotes & keywords: "I’m sorry", "don’t you see how devastated I am?", "I’m pathetic right?", "I’m just pretending to be ok", "I swear I don’t mean it", "I mean it", "I love you", blue (vibe), friends, meet up, gloomy, powerless

PILE TWO

Dear pile 2, your person might be a very open-minded and free-spirited person who isn’t used to commitment or dedicating themselves to someone, not after they met you, pile 2. You very much change their whole perspective on love and everything one considers as affection and tenderness. Maybe they’re used to feel ignorance or even intolerance so they didn’t know what those words mentioned above mean and felt like. But with you, they got to experience that. They’ve felt love, the feelings of being in love and being loved by you. You changed their world. They were someone who didn’t take anything seriously because to them not everything has a real meaning. Most of their life they spend being emotionless towards people they’ve encountered with because again they don’t see any purpose to get too close with anyone. They might’ve grown up in a cold and "toxic" environment, leaving them missing that warmth that human and other beings should carry in themselves so that’s one of the things why they are so pitiful. Despite that they were never disrespectful or condescending towards others. They managed to not turned into someone they’re not. They didn’t choose to be cruel, abhorred and heartless. They were the way they are simply because they didn’t master the law of love yet since they didn’t possess it. You saw their good heart from the beginning on that is hidden deep in them and you were not afraid to get near it and take it out. You did it not out of pity but solely out of compassion and empathy for one another being. They realized that your intentions were pure and trusted their own intuition to open themselves up to you. They were comforted by your gentleness and softness. Looking back now they’re really happy they did show themselves to you. Haven’t they done it they wouldn’t have a wonderful connection with someone like you. I heard a chuckle? (They’re the sweetest). They see you as their mentor for life, someone who they could follow everywhere blindly. They feel like you could lead and guide them to their purpose because you’re part of it and they wish to be with you for as long as possible. For the first time they really dream of having a family and a place where they can called their own home. They’d want you to be the mother of their future kids.

Quotes & keywords: mentor, "you’ve changed me in a beautiful way", love, life, YOU, purpose & meaning, bloodline, descendant, family, scenario turning into reality

PILE 3

Dear pile 3, this might seem like a new love story for you. A happy and healthy one especially. Your person might be a very gentle person and they surely admire you a lot. They see you as a wholesome individual who is too precious to even exist in this harsh world. They want to nurture you from the bottom of their heart and always be there for you when you need them. They’re glad to have you in their life. They’re so thankful that you add a more positive and joyful side to their daily life. Before you entered their life they might’ve gone through a lot of difficult situations. They were totally in survival mode, defensive and hostile most of their times in order to survive, literally. They believed that the world was against them and that they only existed to suffer. But then you came and mend that pain and heal that wound of them. They’re grateful they have met you at that time when they were struggling the most and lost all their hope. They truly see you as their savior so they want to cherish and protect you now since you’ve done so much for them already. You make them happy everyday. Everyday with you in their life is a blessing. They might have evolved a lot as a person because of you. They want to do so much for you. You can see this desire and ambition of them through their efforts. They might show up randomly at your workplace to just pick you up after your shift ends or they might surprise you from time to time with gifts. They are always present and available for you. They want to change for the better for you and are working on it to become the person you’re proud to be with. They want you to know that there is still so much to them behind all the things that they’re showing to you. You can expect heartfelt gestures and expressions from them. They’ll be your dream come true like you’re for them as well.

Quotes & keywords: blessing, "you’re my dream come true", "is it my destiny to meet you?", beautiful, lover, a picture paint to live in all of the time, "watch me repeating myself", heart eyes, soft, heartbeats, exciting

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Written with love by Crystal

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[pbelfz]

Title: The Bed We Made is Cold Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader Includes: nsfw (mentioned), alcohol, manipulation?, argument, breakup, angst? idk 1.3k words PB’s Masterlist

Izuku watched you, resting his cheek on his palm, as you caught your breath, a dizzy smile on your face. The gin flushed his cheeks, but it fell off you hours ago; he was much more lightweight than you. His fingers strayed beneath the sheets, caressing the inner part of your thigh, catching a hint of the mess you two made. You closed your eyes, growing bored of the ceiling fan but smiling nonetheless at the tickling of his callused pads.

Second time this month. Two times a month was the regular, sometimes three if a week was particularly sluggish; it was routine, one you both agreed on.

You had half the nerve to push him for another round, and he wouldn’t deny you of that. You knew you’d miss your train if he indulged you, though.

You sat up, already feeling chilly leaving Izuku’s side. His gaze lingered on you in a way that made your gut sink, and you found the shirt you dropped carelessly on the floor hours ago.

He always looked at you like that afterwards, like he should be saying something. You don’t pay him any mind; what was there to talk about? You don’t notice how he sat up suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck and nibbling his bottom lip, or maybe you didn’t want to notice. The stitching in your leggings felt rather itchy now as you pulled them up your legs.

“You didn’t let me know when you got home the other night.”

There it was. You knew he was upset about something, but the way his hips slammed against yours just a bit harder than usual tonight had you re-prioritizing. You liked getting him angry sometimes. You blinked an eye roll away, turning your back to him as you looked for your other boot. Izuku sat naked in the bed, the blankets covering his waist down.

“Didn’t know I had to.”

This accusation obviously made the Number One Hero sputter because you heard the sheets shift and a sigh from behind you. “I,” he swallowed, fingers tapping on his bicep, “I just wanted to know you were safe.”

You shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull your boot on. Careless. He never told you, but he hated that about you. You couldn’t see, but Izuku’s face hardened.

“You could’ve gotten hurt. Or worse.”

“I didn’t,” you stomped down, pulling the mouth of the boot up; it always got stuck when you put these shoes on. You really should’ve worn your sneakers instead.

“There were multiple reports of three high-ranking different villains in your ward that night,” he asserted. God, you hated when he used that tone when he wasn’t fucking you. You didn’t even bother responding. What’d he want you to say? It was already over with. And everything turned out fine.

You didn’t offer an apology. If he cared so much, then he could’ve taken you home himself.

You grabbed your bag, which was hung on the doorknob of his bedroom, before finally turning to face him for the first time since he pulled out of you a few minutes prior. He definitely looked as serious as he sounded, perhaps even offended at your dismissal. If you were more sober or less indulgent of your sexual afterglow, you’d have the nerve to argue his sudden interest in your well-being.

Instead, you offered him another shrug, and that seemed more than generous.

You pivoted, ready to leave how you normally do on these visits – indignant and with little resonance – but his words stop you.

“I’m in love with you.”

Your hand was already on the doorknob of his bedroom. You know the way out of his penthouse; you’ve walked out by yourself countless times. Still, you paused.

Anger boiled in your gut, and you needed to blink to steady yourself.

You turned around to face him, the naked hero still sitting in his bed, looking up at you with a hankering that those little words would be enough to bring you to heel.

You neutralized yourself, but Izuku scooted closer to you, and the blankets fell off of his form as he reached up to grasp you by your arms.

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated, and it tasted worse the second time. You scoffed and looked away from him, favoring the lush carpet instead that you know he gets shampooed twice a week by his maids.

In the silence, you could tell he was waiting for an answer. Anything.

“When did that happen?” You were bitter.

He blinked with doubt, and you wanted to withdraw even further. You switched up, trying a different angle.

“What changed?” Quiet, but monotone.

He sat there, hopeful, his hands still wrapped around your wrists, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed on instinct. Despite your own constitution, you keep yourself from yanking away.

“I–,” Izuku stuttered, “You’re good for me.”

You gave a hint of a smile, rolling your eyes. It’s always about him.

“I told you I was in love with you months ago, and do you remember what you told me?” Your face dropped like a stone as you spoke, but Izuku didn’t relent. He remembered.

“’So is everyone else I’m sleeping with.’”

“’So is everyone else I’m sleeping with,’” you nodded as you repeated his own words back to him.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone else right now. I haven’t for the past three months,” he defended. You scoffed, shaking your head.

“You told me you weren’t looking for anything serious. You made me feel stupid for wanting more from you,” you argued.

“I know. But I’ve grown. I want this, (Y/n),” he pulled you closer where you had began to pull away.

“Is that what’s made you believe you’re suddenly in love with me? I’m the only one fucking you?”

Izuku’s brow furrowed, and his grip on your wrists tightened just a hair. “No, (Y/n). I–“

“You’re settling.”

“(Y/n), I’m–“

“You don’t want me.”

“(Y/n)–“

“You’ve never wanted me.”

“(Y/n), stop!”

You opened your eyes, jolted by Izuku’s sudden rise in volume. You had no idea you were crying or struggling to get out of Izuku’s grasp. You tried to settle as much as you could in front of him. Your wall had been lowered, but you were going to hoist it back up even if it suffocated you. Izuku was saying something to you, but your tears were still falling.

“I’ll be better. I’ll be better now, for you, for us,” you only caught the tail-end of it. You noticed he was comforting you, something he was naturally so good at. However, when Izuku comforted someone, he said anything he could to get the person to calm down.

“No,” came your quiet rejection.

This caught Izuku by surprise.

You turned, pulling your arms out of his grip and picked up your bag once more. You must have dropped it at some point.

“(Y/n),” Izuku called, the sheets falling off of his form as he threw his legs over the side of the bed. You turned back to look at him as he approached you. He was so beautifully sculpted, even in the moonlight.

You yanked the bedroom door open and made your way to the front door, ignoring Izuku’s calls behind you.

You opened the front door to the penthouse, glancing over your shoulder at a naked Izuku standing in his living room. His pleads for discussion fell upon deaf ears as you slammed the door behind you, finally leaving the way you intended to thirty minutes ago.

The elevator takes too long, and you didn’t know how persistent he was in his pursuit of you, so you took the stairs. You felt your phone vibrate in your bag, but you waited until you were out of the building to check it.

Deku :  Please let me know when you get home.

#deku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #mha midoriya #mha #bnha #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #deku

[fkinavocado]

DADDY ISSUES ANNOUNCEMENT

ok guys. let's recap. i've been writing on this fic since august 2021. i was gearing up to wrap it up for its 2 year anniversary in august, but my mental health got in the way of writing in general, not just for this fic.

however, there has been another major block in my way.

many of you might remember this if you've been around long enough, but i got a lot of backlash at one point in the story. some felt it wasn't going in the direction they had hoped for (a typical happy ending, picket fence, kids, etc- the whole package).

and ever since, this has been bothering me- but not just because of the obvious reason (which is, that this is my fic and i should get to decide what the storyline is ultimately, and who doesn't resonate can just move on instead of sending me hate for something i share on here for free and for us all to enjoy- me writing it, and you, hopefully, reading it)

no, the real, or should i say, bigger reason is that i was upset with myself.

because, honestly... i wanted to end the fic where part 1 ended!

but... i gave into the pressure. so many ppl were pleading for more, and although the initial plan was to just write extras going forward, little check-ins mainly based on prompts, i felt like i owed it to you all to give you the happy ending everyone was rooting for... when, in reality, i'd meant for it to have an open ending all along.

yes, the check-ins would have had them be together etc, but no major plot developments such as... getting married, babies, etcetc. because i just didn't want to give them a typical story. i wanted this to be based on their dynamic, their relationship, them working on it, but not have it be the traditional story with a happily ever after.

(very many insisted a lot on the baby plotline, and maybe that's why i went with that twist in the story... because i didn't see it for them in the immediate future. and writing it in a linear timeframe without too many timejumps meant that i had to find a workaround... which only infuriated people more!)

so i'be been debating this for months now... should i go on and just wrap it up in a lame way that i didn't feel did the story justice (aka another timejump where they're finally settled, have a kid and another one on the way, and describe their happily ever after) orrrrrrrrrrrrrr backtrack to where i feel i deviated from my original plan, and take off part 2 and 3.

basically, go back to where they were on his front porch and part 1 ended:

Harry looked at you for a long moment, towering over you- you could barely see his facial features in the dark. 

But what you could make out clearly was the glistening in his eyes and the way his lips turned ever so slowly into a smile, his dimples on display. He was so handsome when he smiled, it hurt. 

You slowly smiled in return, your worried expression fading away, and you just stared at eachother like that, smiling after months of nothing but.

You didn’t need to say anything, your eyes had their own secret language. Once more, your bodies were doing the talking for you.

He held out the palm of his hand.

And… you knew.

this... this is how i wanted the main story to end. and then to just write extras, prompts you guys send in, whatever you wanted to see more of- but maybe not them having kids etc because fjdhfksd this is just not that kind of story to me! i just wanted this to be about them, the two of them rekindling their relationship after so much time apart and all they'd been through!

so... i finally took the decision, and as a result, you may have noticed that just the first 25 chapters are still listed in the masterlist (essentially, just part 1)

this was a hard decision, one i've been debating for ages, because, well... i hated having to just erase so many chapters. chapters i worked on, chapters i still see as genuine and true to their story but just... not what i wanted to write for them as a whole. i wanted to just focus on little moments. not have it be a chronological recount of their story, going further.

i had to let go of so many special moments that i loved writing! who knows... maybe i'll save some of them and integrate them into extras

that is, if any of you still want me to keep writing extras for them! i know many will still want to see snippets of them, but i am well aware most have probably given up on this fic and i honestly don't blame them. it's taken me forever to reach this decision, but honestly, i'm taking the advice of so many lovely people who came into my inbox along the years and encouraged me to stay true to what i'd envisioned for them in the first place

so this is me doing that ❤️i love their story, and all the love you guys have for it and it's just so so special to me. i couldn't bear giving it an ending that would just feel like i was wrapping it all up and putting a pretty bow on top when i have so much i wanted to explore with them, otherwise. thank you all for your patience and all your kindness. it means a lot, and i hope this news makes you happy because... it makes me happy knowing i stayed true to myself in the end.

now i can finally move on and write more for them. let's have some fun! if needed, go back and at least give chapter 25 a re-read so you know where things left off. i'm still not doing well mental health wise so please bear with me- i'm trying. i promise i am. i desperately wanna write, i love writing. writing extras is so much easier logistically- little fun check-ins that i don't have to overthink. i'm hopeful that this will prove to be the right decision going further ❤️

#daddy issues #harry styles fanfic #harry styles smut #daddy harry

[genericpuff]

I reread episode 24 of LO after having dropped off between seasons 1 and 2 and it genuinely brought me to tears. I feel like there’s no way the theory about Rachel not intending this to be a depiction of SA can be true. The way it’s written feels so powerful and intentional, and I honestly think that makes her dropping the plotline that much worse.

I mean, maybe I’m projecting because of how similar the scenario was to my own experiences, but I just don’t feel convinced that she didn’t fully intend to write this as SA.

The shots of Persephone trying to physically push him away, of her standing shell shocked in the shower, after the fact, her internal dialogue about wanting it to stop but feeling like she can’t take back the “okay” she gave. It’s gut wrenching. And Apollo commenting on her hair and saying she should leave it long is such a brilliant piece of writing that hits like a punch in the gut for us readers who know why it grows.

And honestly, I think that chapter being so well written is what hurts the most. Because it feels like myself and other survivors were lured in by the prospect of seeing our stories told, and getting catharsis through Persephone even if we would never have it. The conversation she has later with Eros, where he states plainly that what happened was rape, not dancing around the word, validating what Persephone and so many real readers have gone through… It’s so, so painful to read that back and know that this plotline was dropped. That we were led to believe we would be seen only to be completely swept under the rug with no resolution to that story.

And I know people criticize that it’s immediately followed by a phone call with Hades, but honestly? After rereading that too? I loved most of the phone call. They had real chemistry, and you could still feel the weight of what just happened in how Persephone carried herself, but as they talked and she had something to distract herself, the burden got a bit lighter, at least for the moment. It felt resonant. Emotionally intelligent.

It’s like you said. Lore Olympus wouldn’t be so easy to hate if it hadn’t been so easy to love. I think it could have been good despite its flaws and problematic elements, because no media is 100% pure— but somewhere along the way, Rachel stopped caring. And THAT is what ruined it.

No but this is so valid, everything you just described was pretty much why I loved the SA plotline in the first place.

I think the scene itself is beautifully written, but it's odd how it becomes more about Persephone simply wanting an "easy way out" of TGOEM, not just in the 'decision' to have sex (i.e. she was coerced and assaulted) but later when she tries to get out of TGOEM, like... is it because she wants to actually date guys, or is it because she doesn't feel like she "deserves" to be in TGOEM anymore due to the assault? The story tries in some places to explore this but never commits to it fully so it's really hard to know what point it's trying to make at times when you actually peel back the layers.

Really the biggest reasons I 'suspect' Rachel of not intending to write a genuine SA plot from the very beginning is because of how... 'back of mind' it is. It only seems to be brought up whenever Rachel can be bothered to remember, but then it's completely juxtaposed against scenes where it should affect her (or reasonably would) and it doesn't. Case in point, a few episodes after she tells Eros what happened and he confirms it was rape, he tries to convince her to go into Hades' office dressed in a trenchcoat and nothing else underneath and it's like bro... this girl just told you what she went through, why are you suggesting she try to seduce her boss who she doesn't even really know yet LOL

As a result , it really does just make it feel like the SA scene is just there to make Apollo an easy villain, and Hades an easy hero, with the only definitions being "well, Hades didn't assault her, so he's definitely the better choice!" (as if Apollo was ever a 'choice' to begin with, Persephone didn't like him from day 1 so there was basically no chance of there being a love triangle setup except for the audience members who quickly latched onto that "I guess he's cute if you squint a little" line). And with the way episodes are chopped up, separating points of the narrative from each other, it feels like whenever stuff does happen (esp surrounding the SA plot) it's because Rachel's finally bought herself enough time to come up with something, like the therapy episode, Eros confirming it was assault, Persephone stealing the lyre with the intent of hiding it from Apollo (only to then willingly show it to him alone in her bedroom with him a handful of episodes later), etc.

If she did intend to write an SA scene from the beginning, it doesn't feel like she thought the plotline through fully to make it actually feel genuine (and this goes for a lot of the subplots in LO, they always seem to start off as these base "get your attention" ideas but with no actual follow through). And with Apollo now being written as this "huehue you fell right into my trap!" villain (and very poorly I might add) it just feels like the SA is now taking a backseat to, "Actually, Apollo is the bad guy because he wants to overthrow his dad or some shit. Forget the SA happened, I don't wanna write about it anymore."

All those points aside, I agree with you fully, if Rachel cared about what she was trying to write back when the SA was first shown, then that level of care definitely doesn't seem to be there anymore and it's such a shame to see. It just feels like it's being used for artificial drama and nothing more and that's so frustrating and disappointing for many of the SA victims who are critical of this story (including myself) to see when that plotline originally felt like comforting visibility.

#lo critical #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #ask me anything #anon ama #ama #anon ask me anything

[bigalockwood]

Hey hey Lia 💜,

I only just realised that you were doing the fanfic asks, so I am a little late, but I am wondering about 8,17, 18, 27, 29 and 37 ( I know these are a lot of numbers, so feel free to just answer the ones you want to)

Wishing you a so wenig stressig wie möglich weekend!

Sophia thanks for sending so many!! I love talking about writing 💜💜💜

8) Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This took me ages to decide. I'm actually not even proud of it because I think it is necessarily particularly well written, but because it's a topic I have very strong feelings about and it felt so validating when I saw how many people resonated with it!

“No, you misunderstand, they didn’t out me. They just asked me about my sexuality and, you know, it was necessary. It’s the sort of thing they’d have to ask me for damage control.”

“Wille, I get that your life can be sort of strange at times and that it often follows different rules and all that, but that is, by definition, still what it means to be outed. I’m glad it didn’t feel like another violation of your privacy to you, but they still shouldn’t have done that,” Simon said, vehemently.

[...] “I’m sorry. I wished people stopped acting like they have any right to know our sexualities. [....]

17) Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Depends on the story! Royally Whipped I'm mostly writing in order since I don't have much time to write the chapters, so I'll only write down ideas for future scenes. For my new WIP I've written parts of different chapters already. In the chapters themselves I jump around and hardly every write one in chronological order.

18) Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

No. I have a very, very rough outline, but it mostly only has specific scenes or emotional stages I want to write towards. I never keep to any outlines and overthrow them within minutes after making them, so I no longer bother with them lmao.

27) How do you feel about collaborations?

I did one ages ago, when I was still in school. It was a lot of fun and I'd definitely be open for it again, but it certainly takes up more time and you need someone you can trust in.

29) If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Honestly? The answer is none, just because I don't think I could do any of my favorite stories justice. Not because I think my writing is bad, but because I love them as much because of the special something they have thanks to the author who's written them. Wouldn't say no to a sequel or prequel written by them though asfdhsfdkja

37) Talk about your current wips.

I've briefly talked about my next projects here. But my BIG WIP's right now are Royally Whipped which is very close to being done (probably two more chapters) and then #Simon's revenge.

Some people have been asking for a social media chapter for RW, which is extremely flattering, and I love reading those, but don't even know how to begin putting one together. So, that might happen, if I ever get my shit together (or someone else volunteers to do it ahsjfdasj).

Simon's renevge is a AU where Wille isn't Prince (still rich tho) and meets Simon under... interesting circumstances. Simon is seeking revenge on someone else and poor Wille becomes emotional collateral damage. It'll be less fluffy than RW, though hopefully just as fun. It's very gremlin!simon (channelling all his dodgeball energy). I have a moodboard that I might post soon and maybe some snippets leading up to it's release, if anyone's interested.

#sillylittleflower #lias letters #talking shit for the hell of it

[just-a-creep-babe]

Brat’s Punishment

(Masky x Red x Hoodie) (OC) (NSFW)

Commissioned by @falling-electricxangel -- tysm luv!! ❤❤

Masterlist: x

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

“Don’t fucking try to weasel your way out of this one, Red,” he sneers

Masky’s pissed

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure that much out

It also wouldn’t take a genius to realize you probably shouldn’t provoke him any further

But you have a nasty habit of always writing a check you can’t cash

So with a “hmp,” you fold your arms over your chest and decide to feign ignorance

“I don’t fucking know what happened to them, Masky. Maybe you smoked them all like you usually do. Don’t try to pin this on me just cause you want someone to buy you a fresh pack”

Oh, you’ve really done it now

“Red.”

He takes a menacing step towards you as he snarls your name out

You don’t want to back down

You shouldn’t show weakness

But he’s so imposing—his larger form towering over yours—it’s almost impossible to resist mimicking his step backward

“Give them back, now, and I might rethink all the ways I’m planning on making you pay for them”

His threat shouldn’t resonate the way it does throughout your body

A shiver that shouldn’t respond to his malice licks up your spine

You try to play it off like it’s nothing

“You don’t scare me,” you lie, “and you have no proof it was me. Why don’t you go bother Hoodie for them instead?”

Over the years of being around the proxies, you should know by now that mentioning Hoodie has a weird side-effect of summoning him

You feel something shift in your back pocket

It’s faint, just barely even noticeable

And next thing you know, the remainder of Masky’s cigs materialize next to you in a familiar-looking hand

Masky snatches them from Hoodie before you can

He holds them up to you, and when you try to back away to make your dashing escape, you find yourself colliding with Hoodie behind you

His hands wrap around your wrists, like he knows you were trying to get away

Your body tenses, and it has him chuckling, his breath warm against your neck

“If you didn’t steal them, then what the fuck are these?”

All signs point towards you giving up

You should come clean

But you’ve always been one to push your luck past its limits

So with an overinflated sense of confidence to compensate for how utterly hopeless you are, you shrug

“Those are my cigs”

“Bullshit,” he calls, his eyes narrowing

You want to turn away, but Hoodie’s grip is too firm for you to jerk free

They know your tricks

“What do you want, a receipt or something?” you hiss sarcastically

“They’re the same brand I always get. And I know for a fact that you didn’t buy them yourself,” Masky interrupts

“Don’t try to lie to us, sweetheart,” Hoodie joins with a snicker, “you know you got caught, you can’t escape it”

His grasp around you tightens as if to prove his point

A knot coils in your stomach

You’re torn between wanting to give in and wanting to push your luck just a bit further

“I’m not lying,” you insist, “stop trying to pin this on me”

With one last threatening step on Masky’s part, you find yourself pressing up between both men

They feel almost unbearably warm and solid on either side of you

You feel like you just might melt

“Aww, look at that,” Hoodie hums, “she’s getting all flustered~”

His teasing only aggravates the warmth spreading to your cheeks

You jerk against his hold one last time, but he doesn’t budge in the slightest

He’s too strong for you

“You’re just begging for a punishment, aren’t you?”

Masky grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger

He jerks your head up so that you’ve no choice but to make eye contact with him

His dark eyes survey yours, almost like he’s daring you to say something

You swallow thickly

For the first time in a while, you’re at a loss for words

He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, and his eyes suddenly fixate on your mouth, like he’s in some kind of trance

When he pushes the digit past your lips, it has you whimpering

“Suck,” he orders

His voice sounds low and husky and hungry

You do as he says without arguing because, admittedly, you want this

He presses his thumb down onto your tongue, then moves it back and forth and in and out of your welcoming mouth

“There we go, you’re much more obedient when you can’t talk back, aren’t you?”

You squeeze your thighs together—as if it could help relieve the ache gnawing at your core

Hoodie seems to catch on to what you’re doing

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck with a velvety chuckle, like he’s amused by your obvious desire

“I bet she’d rather suck on something bigger~”

His teeth scrape against your throat, teasing at your fluttering pulse

“Yeah, a cocky little brat like that needs something to shut you up, don’t you?”

Masky tilts his head, a cruel grin spreading on his face

“That why you’re always stealing my cigs? You need something to keep your mouth busy? Or you just like the negative attention?”

Hoodie somehow pushes up closer against you, until he’s full-on grinding his pelvis against your backside

You stifle a moan as both of their erections dig into your most sensitive spots

Your thoughts are racing a mile a minute

You want them

And it seems like the feeling’s mutual

“Get on your knees”

Masky’s sudden command has your stomach fluttering as he retracts his digit from your lips

You know you shouldn’t be such a damn brat—especially not after everything you’ve done—but you can’t help challenge his authority, just to see what he’d do

“Make me”

It’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back

You’re forced to your knees before you can even register what’s happening

“Cocky little brat,” Masky snarls

His hands impatiently tug at his belt, and you notice Hoodie doing the same

“Don’t worry, we’ll be sure to put you right back into your place, sweetheart~”

The pit of your stomach clenches fervently as Hoodie finally pulls himself free

You can tell by the self-satisfied grin on his face that he likes your reaction

But you just can’t help but admire the sight of him; he’s long and hard and throbbing, with just the right amount of girth you know will be more than enough to satiate you

He runs his hand up and down his length, just inches from your face, like he’s teasing you on purpose

You want to taste him

You’re about to bring your mouth up to him when Masky abruptly steals your attention, like he’s jealous of the way you were eyeing his best friend

He wraps his belt around your throat in a makeshift leash, letting the worn leather bite into your neck, and with a short tug, he pulls you towards him

You gasp, the breath escaping your lungs before you quickly manage to recover

You know that was just a warning

“Come here, pet”

You want to bite back some sassy retort, but he releases his erection from his pants, and once again, you find yourself speechless

“Open”

You don’t need to be told twice

You part your lips and stick your tongue out so that he can tap the head of his thick cock against it

“Atta girl, finally fucking listening, aren’t you?”

Masky’s voice is like a low growl—it brings a shiver from your spine all the way down to your sex

He pushes his hips forwards until the tip of his length is hitting the very back of your throat, and when you hollow out your cheeks around him, he tugs at the belt and groans

“Fuck”

The way he curses has your core throbbing

You shift in place, the ache slowly becoming unbearable

“God, you look fucking cute with a dick down your throat”

Hoodie’s filthy praise has you whimpering around Masky, earning yet another guttural cuss from the proxy

A short yank to the belt, and Masky somehow forces himself deeper down your throat

You gag around him, and Hoodie chuckles, his fist leisurely moving up and down his cock

“Looks like we finally found a good use for that cocky mouth of yours, huh?”

He strokes himself from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip

And then he gives a few playful taps to the side of your face, smearing his precum on your cheek like he’s claiming you

“Good slut~” he teases

It doesn’t take long for Masky to lose himself to the feeling of your lips wrapping around him

Using his belt as leverage, he starts pumping his length at a more demanding pace—using you like you’re just a toy for his pleasure

The leather strap tightens around your throat until you can barely breathe

Your eyes start to water, saliva dribbling down from around Masky’s dick and onto your own chest

You’re making a mess

Every time he hits the back of your throat, you make an indignant noise, like a gag or a whimper, and it has him groaning and sighing

You can tell Hoodie’s enjoying the sight

“Aww, is our poor little brat struggling to keep up?” he coos mockingly, his thumb smearing at the excess precum beading at his tip

You look up at him, almost pleadingly with your mouth stuffed full, and his cock twitches in his hand

He snickers

“Fuck, how cute~”

Like he’s trying to steal your attention away again, Masky gives  a particularly rough thrust, and you gag again, your hands blindly reaching for his calves to find something to brace yourself against

“Don’t fucking try to look away when I’m punishing you”

Your fingers dig into his legs as you choke around him

You’re getting lightheaded

But your struggle only encourages him to fuck your throat faster and harder

“You want a break, hm? Can’t handle having your bratty little mouth used like this?”

When you whimper in response to Masky’s cruel teasing, he grunts

“Too bad, sunshine. This is what filthy little thieves get,” he hisses

With every push of his hips in and out of your open mouth, you can feel his length pulsing on your tongue

If you weren’t getting desperate for his cock before, you most certainly are now

It’s like your body’s on fire, and the only way to make it stop is for one of them to just fuck you already

You can tell Hoodie’s getting impatient as well

He crouches behind you, his hands reaching under your shirt to pinch and grope at your tits

You moan in response, your sex clenching around nothing, and Masky groans

“Take her shirt off, I wanna see more of her”

Hoodie happily obliges

The material’s easily ripped off your chest, exposing your tits for the both of them to enjoy

Filthy compliments fall from Hoodie’s lips as his hands busy themselves with your chest

Your stomach tightens with every dirty word of praise, and even more so when he tugs on your sensitive nipples 

You need them

As if they can read your mind, Masky pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you to his dick before snapping off

He adjusts the belt around your throat to give you more slack, and you breathe gratefully as the air fills your lungs

“Hands and knees. Now”

You’re too dazed to disobey

When you do as he orders, you feel Hoodie yank your pants down and give a rough smack! to your ass

“God, she’s fucking drenched,” he groans

His hands tease at your soaked underwear, stroking up and down your  slit before moving the material to the side to reveal your dripping sex

Masky shifts to his knees in front of you, this time gripping at your hair to get you to look up at him

“Don’t think I’m done punishing that bratty mouth just yet,” he grunts, “after all that talking back, you’re taking every fucking drop of cum down your throat”

Before you can say anything, he crams himself all the way back in between your lips

Almost at the exact same time, Hoodie pushes forwards to sheathe the entirety of his length into your exposed cunt

Your eyes roll back, jaw going slack around Masky as Hoodie stretches you out oh so perfectly

He cusses at the way your walls grip him so tightly, then grabs a fistful of the flesh of your ass before giving another spank!

Masky chuckles at your reaction, his cock twitching as he slides it in and out of your mouth

“Mmh, you already look so fucked out of your mind. Was that really all it took? Just a bit of throat fucking, and you turn all needy and submissive for us?”

He pushes the tip of his length into the side of your mouth and gives a few taps over the bulge it creates in your cheek

“Maybe next time, you’ll learn not to take what’s not yours. Or is this just gonna make you wanna do it even more now?”

Any other time, you’d gladly shit-talk him back for being so arrogant and condescending

But right now, all you can think about is how good it feels to have them both using you at the same time

Hoodie’s pace is slow and deep, like he’s taking his time to enjoy the way your sopping cunt sucks him in and out 

He reaches around to toy with your clit, and when you clench around him, he hums a deliciously husky “fuck, good girl~ Squeeze my dick nice and hard for me~”

You know you won’t be able to last very long

With every roll of his pelvis into you, your cunt flutters and an involuntary moan escapes your busy mouth

When your thighs start shaking, they must be able to tell you’re getting close because they get rougher

Masky’s thrusts become more erratic as he watches the dazed, fucked-out look on your face with a sardonic grin

Hoodie brings his hand down on your ass over and over again in a slew of punishing smacks as he plunges himself so deep, you swear he’s nearly hitting your cervix

You’re reduced to a pathetic shaking, drooling mess between the two

Too much, it’s all too much

When your orgasm crashes into you, it’s overwhelming 

Your eyes roll back, your back arching as your cunt gushes around Hoodie’s cock

Masky yanks on your leash, forcing himself to the very back of your mouth with a low groan that has you moaning around him

His hips still, and you feel his cock pulse as he releases down your throat, just like he said he would

You try not to choke on his cum through the midst of your orgasm—but there’s so much of it

He releases everything he had pent up for you, then gives a few slow, languid thrusts to enjoy the warmth of your mouth just a bit longer

Hoodie’s grip on your hips and ass is bruising as he nears

It’s like he’s not just pounding into you anymore—he’s using your body to jerk himself off

Right as the stimulation is on the cusp of becoming painful, his cock throbs inside your squelching walls and he empties himself inside you

They both take a few moments to savor the way you feel around them; your cunt full, still fluttering around Hoodie with your lips pleasantly wrapped around Masky’s girth

And by the time they both finally pull out, you nearly collapse

You’re a shaking mess, cum dripping out of you, drool all over your bare chest—they’re wrecked you

Masky gives one final tug of his belt to force you to look up at him

He snickers at the look in your eyes

“Looks like we found the perfect way to deal with that bratty little mouth of yours, haven’t we, Red?~”

#creepypasta #slenderverse #marble hornets #Masky #hoodie

[alyjojo]

New Year Reading for 2024! 🌟 - Virgo

Preshuffle: There’s a feeling of trepidation with your reading, and your years feel split. 2023 was part 1, and then 2024 is part 2, an end to something, I heard “finale” or “finality”, both, either. For some this is in direct connection with the law. Some of you may be finalizing a divorce, a lawsuit, some may be caught up in court proceedings (whether your own or someone else’s). Some of you may be up for Jury Duty (if in US), and some may just be intensely political or involved with the law in some way. For most I don’t get it’s by choice. You’ve been expecting to hear news before you actually will, and by the time you will, you’ll be pretty grumpy about it. Something has been delayed or has taken an unnecessarily long time. A water sign may be the one actually delivering the news to you, who it’s regarding, or this could be something that’s close to your heart and you’ve felt on pins & needles waiting for red tape and whatever is out of your hands to once again, be back in your lane of control. Some of your experiences will be more toxic than others, The Devil is attached to this, and through much of last year, you could’ve felt like your hands were tied.

Meditation: Not a fan of this one but maybe it’ll resonate. You were an investigator of some kind - or Dr. Who? - “you” were played by Matt Smith 😆. I’ve never even seen Dr. Who, not one episode, so idk if he deals with murders or what he/they do. You left a door labeled 2023, heaved a sigh, wiped your forehead, straightened your jacket, and confidently marched into 2024. Right into an active crime scene. By the time I entered the room, you were labeling gory crime scene things all over the room with numbers, up to 20+ numbers, labeling evidence. A single bullet hole in the wall is what you were fixated on. Was the killer even in the room? The only thing between this room and the next, a long distance from this one, was drywall & insulation, no entrances or exits. I don’t know if any of those details matter, with you guys…details matter, I am a little shook by this vision. Why *this* lane? You were trying to figure out how a disaster had occurred, tracing every step, doing what investigators do. It was just so detailed…felt important, and the jarring shock of an active crime scene jolted me, not you. You acted like you do this everyday. First card out to describe you being King of Swords…makes sense. Detached. Working. Busy. Intelligent. It didn’t bother you at all.

🔸 Whole of Your Energy: King of Swords, 3 Cups & Justice

Regarding: Ace of Pentacles rev

This definitely fits with those of you dealing with court cases or anything legal. 3 Cups is celebrating, even if you’re losing some money with Ace of Pentacles rev. You’re going to be happy with the outcome, either because it goes in your favor or just because it’s done. Eventually. Whatever it is, will be different for everyone. Justice is a final decision being made, King of Swords with this can be a lawyer or judge. Seems to be your energy. Emotionally detached, intelligent, only focused on what’s *right* and what’s *wrong*, and what the most fair & balanced decision to make regarding that is. If there are no legal cases, then that’s just you, and that was the energy you had in the meditation. It came off as cold, calculated, extremely detailed and focused, intelligent & mentally quick. BUSY, very busy, 2 Pentacles shows you being extremely busy learning - Page of Swords. Some of you could literally be studying law or criminal justice, and the loss of money is going towards school, that’s reflected in the single’s row too. Outside of this oddly specific story, you’re extremely busy, could be pretty detached from everyone. Family, friends, lovers, for the most part there’s a solo energy…and you are The Hermit. But you’re busy too, and busy *thinking*, all of the energy for you is showing up as logic, intelligence, and learning learning learning. Rabbit holes may be your friend this year, your mind is attuned to figure things out. It’s possible you’re missing an opportunity with a friend, could be job related, because you don’t feel like you know enough, or you literally don’t - you need a degree in something you don’t have, passing it by purposely. Or canceling on some event, which must be a big deal to be in the main energy. Even if you’re not spending time with people, there’s a lot of communication here, you’re not keeping people in the dark. You’re just *busy*.

🔸 Character Card: The Pilgrim 💡

Walking a cobblestone path at night, The Pilgrim is wise and tired, he’s been walking so long he doesn’t remember where he’s even been. Or where he’s going. The road is very long and there are countless lessons and blessings along the way, but The Pilgrim doesn’t really stop to appreciate them when they do come. The rewards are in the journey itself, not the destination. There will always be another destination, enjoy the present ❤️

🔸 Relationship: Strength & The Hermit

Regarding: Temperance

Some of you could feel alone even within a relationship, for many it’s your own doing. You could prefer that, you both have your own beds, bedrooms, “caves”, hobbies, there’s a lot of separateness here, but it’s the relationship row - you do have one. Doesn’t seem like it. A lot of you are simply holding back from ending something - because you don’t want to be alone (but you kinda do). But you also don’t want to be fully committed either. Marriage? Joint finances? No thanks 💯 Temperance here is an energy of coasting along, not choosing either side, not committing to anything really, essentially what The Pilgrim is telling you to do. Enjoying the moment. You are, at least in relationships, but is that for your own purposes or is this mutually agreed upon…idk.

Some of you could be married, and are financially tied to someone, and you hold on for that reason. Not all, but some. Religious beliefs, feeling established, age perhaps, there are other reasons why you’d rather just stick it out than start all over. Money is a big one. Or it’s possible your person is like this, not you, and they’re stingy…with money, commitment, taking you or this seriously, you could’ve been waiting forever yet still feel alone. I don’t get sadness though, just Temperance. Waiting for things to change, enjoying the moment, being patient, ironing out differences, a little bit here and a little bit there as best as you can. Sometimes you’re alone. Sometimes you’re with them. There is no clear definition of your relationship though, whatever it is, it just “is”. There is a small portion here going through divorce or separation - heavy legal energy, and if so you’re being patient. Kind even, there’s no toxicity with this, some of you are learning to co-parent and actually handling this very well - for being a difficult situation. If you’re maintaining a relationship with the ex (forced or not), it’s a healthy one, bravo 👏

🔸 Singles: The Hierophant & The Star rev

Regarding: The Emperor

I don’t see anyone with real potential coming in this year - at least for the majority. Knight of Swords clarifies, showing it’s possible you’re talking to some, communication is here too, but they’re followed by Strength & 8 Swords, that communication will probably stop whether it’s because of you or others. I’ve reached for the character deck twice to get a “maybe” someone and heard “no” each time. Okay then. Some of you could be going to counseling, The Star rev can indicate depression, the last person could’ve really put you though the ringer and you need time & space to really sort yourself out. Sending you a lot of love ❤️

Those of you splitting up from a marriage, this year or last, have no desire. Zero. Until the split is entirely done, I don’t see you even entertaining the idea, and then after idk, not this year. Some of you are simply in school, have a job that keeps you busy, or a boss that has you on call 24/7, there is no leeway in your life or room for anything new, as far as you’re concerned. And you’re crystal clear about it, even if you’re talking to people you’re very upfront about where you stand on relationships, commitment, and where your time is going, because you don’t have a lot. Some of you are looking for “an Emperor” and just aren’t finding one of those wherever you are, it’s all clowns 🤡 in this city, but you won’t settle for anything less than what you want. For someone it’s possible you’re obsessed with your actual boss, also reflected in the career area, and you’re holding on to that rather than exploring other potential options. I’m not sure if you’ve told them or not, or if they’re open to it. For Spirit to refuse me a card to describe even them, I don’t get them as a serious player in the long game yanno? That could be a message in itself.

Singles Oracle:

31 Communication

The clarity, interactivity, and timing of communications is crucial.

🔸 Career: Death & The Devil

Regarding: Knight of Cups

Some of you are obsessed with work because you’re obsessed with someone AT work, and it’s something that will inevitably end. You could also be the one being obsessed over, and it makes you uncomfortable. Either way, love interests and entanglements at work can cause problems for you, some of you may end up leaving altogether, or the “problem” does. 4 Cups is here showing at least one side of this just does not care, they don’t choose this, don’t want this, and they’re going to end it one way or another. From the larger perspective of all sides, it’s possible there’s a sexual harassment case going on (could be that “law” energy from earlier) or even discrimination or some kind. Devil energy at work, related to romance. I’m not sure where you fit in this. You may be on the outside of some major drama at work, and not even give a damn like you are here for the MONEY, can y’all grow tf up please?

Some of you have been pushing really hard for something, a raise, a promotion, recognition for everything you do, you could go above and beyond for this place and feel snubbed. It’s possible there’s an opportunity somewhere else for what you want, and you’ll tell this current place sayonara ✌️ Some of you are the bosses having to play judge & jury to some major drama going down at work, could be related to a romance. Or an age difference, all levels of ick issues, I don’t like legal implications with The Devil and age issues, I’m just gonna leave that there, take or leave it. Don’t do anything unwise or unlawful, that really applies to all of you, you’re likely to get caught…or be the one catching someone, especially at work. Investigator mode 👀 Some of you have obsessive love thoughts, daydreaming and fantasies, that you aren’t recognizing your work for the opportunity it is to disengage from all that. You may not care. There’s an unsettled feeling with you no matter which lane you’re in, not unhappy but not happy, not present but right there, not interested but *wanting*. Swords energy is here to help you cut through all of that. What’s fair, what’s balanced, what do you actually want, definitions of things instead of murky “bleh” towards everything…but obsessive thoughts about it too. Anything/everything. Especially career, either in action or thoughts. Or at work, you’re obsessively thinking of love.

Career Oracle:

02 Push

Don’t feel inadequate; forget how to quit. Push on, no matter how things look.

🔸 What needs to be left behind in 2023: 7 Pentacles & 8 Pentacles rev

Regarding: The Tower

Difficult energy to describe. It’s like you wait for disasters to happen before you put any effort into a situation. The example I’m getting is someone who always assumes things are going to fail, so they don’t put any effort into them, and when it inevitably fails (because - no effort), they’re like “told you so”, and then abandon the issue altogether because they always knew this would happen - without taking any accountability for their (lack) of effort, attention, planning, etc. Like putting a seed in the ground with no prep effort and acting like you knew it wouldn’t grow, when it didn’t. Well, of course not, you have to start it inside, grow a root, start it a little pot, let it grow & then transfer it outside. Seed in hole doesn’t always work - sometimes it does but for the sake of argument let’s assume all your seeds are not those seeds. You’re more eager to leave a situation and prove others “wrong” on something, than take accountability and put in the work to make things work…then if they fail anyway it’s not *actually* your problem to then avoid, you can feel secure knowing you did all you could. Whew. Hopefully that makes sense 😥 Let that go & instead give your life and everything in it - its best chance to flourish, grow, and succeed. You want to win, not lose, and this vindictive 5 Swords when you lose…you’re only hurting yourself, it’s self sabotaging behavior.

222 is here as a message that while you constantly go back and forth on issues, the only option that needs to be cut off (Justice) is the option to give up or quit. You always think that’s an option and you shouldn’t.

4444 is showing you needing to step up in regards to your single life, options around you, what you actually want. You make the rules here and those rules & expectations need to be communicated to other people - or they to you in some cases. You’re done with 4 Cups, being treated as an option, not being chosen, not being celebrated, or someone is done with that same behavior from you. 4 Cups is always bored, apathetic, disinterested, can’t be pleased. Could be love or career, it bleeds into both, different for all. If you’re crushing on someone at work, they may need to get quite stern before you get the hint, or switch that. Genuinely don’t care 💯

8888 are actions necessary for the self, you, and Strength is here twice, mostly in love. Either these are very difficult situations you’re working through or you’re holding back from giving yourself at all - ultimately leading to the demise of connections/potential. No effort, no nurturing, no communication even. With all of this Swords energy, whatever is ending here is due to lack of effort, and you’re being asked to leave this behavior behind, where you’re the one doing it. Cutting this off altogether if it’s someone else, you deserve more than that. Some of you may literally not be working and your issues are mostly due to that, and you could be sabotaging yourself in this way, by putting it off. Time gaps & such in a resume.

Astrological Shifts in 2023 (for Risings):

Jan 01 - Mercury direct in Sag

Jan 21 - Pluto enters Aqu (again) - 6th House 🤒🐶

Feb 14 - Mars conj. Pluto Aquarius - 6th House 🤒🐶 - likely intense, powerful, & transformative, possible power struggles with coworkers, getting a lot done during this time 💯 smashing tasks like a beast, could be making more of an effort towards your health & wellness, transforming your diet, be careful you’re not the controlling one especially at work, for the obsession story it could reach a peak here

Mar 09 - Mars Aqua squares Uranus Tau at 5:55 P.M. - likely a day of conflict - 6th 🤒🐶 vs. 9th 😇 could show some kind of information coming in that contradicts what you’re doing, like if you’re going vegan, research regarding the nutrients you’re missing/needing, there’s a need to be more informed about whatever you’re doing, but whatever you learn could annoy or contradict you

Mar 21 - Venus conj Saturn Pis - love & boundaries go hand in hand

Mar 25 - Lunar Eclipse in Lib - 2nd 💰

Apr 01 - Mercury retrogrades Ari - 8th ☠️ not a good time to sign contracts, commit to anything long term, get married, could have issues with other people’s money/assets, especially if this relates to your job

Apr 08 - Solar Eclipse in Ari - continued lessons from the nodes throughout this year, issues between masculine/feminine likely, father/mother, action/reception, others/self

Apr 24 - Mercury direct

May 18 - Venus conj Uranus & Sun conj Jupiter, all in Taurus - 9th 😇 a fortunate placement regarding education, law, travel, and all things spiritual, you could be hearing or learning about something that is beneficial for you, possibly even financially, with Venus & Taurus involved

May 25 - Jupiter enters Gem - 10th 🔨, positive energy regarding your work, reputation, authority figures, and your father, this may be an abundant time for you, possible promotions, bonuses and opportunities for growth & expansion, this area of life is mostly lucky for you - depending on aspects

May 29 - Mars conj Chiron Ari @ 22’ - 8th ☠️ addressing pain related to death, endings, transformations, joint finances/assets, inheritances & wills or investments

June 29 - Lilith enters Lib - 2nd 💰 Only felt with close aspects, or synastry, may be a source of contention in the home, regarding a home, self esteem & values, or personal finances & assets, this can be an energy of spending to impress or “flex” on people, or feeling triggered based on material things, self conscious or insecure behavior, be careful you don’t act out of shadow in this way. You/them. Being in the house of personal values, you may value others with a sort of “vixen” quality to them, very sexual, rather than something with long lasting, especially for the men with this transit.

July 06 - Venus Can square Chiron Ari - 11th 🤝 vs. 8th ☠️ - issues with friendships, social media, groups of people, especially related to finances, borrowed money perhaps, having to share resources in some way or being/feeling judged, feeling unworthy, a particular friendly connection may need to go, or just does and it’s out of your control, you could miss friends that are gone or realize things are different now

Aug 04 - Mercury retrogrades Vir-Leo - 1st 🫵 & 12th 😵‍💫 this is a time of nostalgia, reflection, processing emotions, you may be reminded of the past or old wounds/experiences resurface, doesn’t have to be bad, old contacts may get in touch, or you could have crazy dreams, spiritual signs, could be positive

Aug 19 - Venus Vir opposes Saturn Pis & Jupiter Gem squares both - T square of 1st 🫵, 7th ❤️, and 10th 🔨 could see an argument going down publically or one where other people know/are involved, a workplace romance could cause issues or make itself known, you may get especially irritated with those you work with or be dealing with an “enemy” there

Aug 27 - Mercury direct Leo

Sept 01 - Pluto enters Cap (last time) - 5th 🎉

Sept 16 - Venus Lib opposes Chiron Ari @ 22’ - 2nd 💰 vs. 8th ☠️ - not a fan of the degree being 22’, involves or addresses pain regarding finances 💯 you could feel attacked in some way or are especially vicious in response to some wound surrounding a home, money, possessions, self worth, yours vs mine, there may be some painful power dynamics and control issues surrounding a marriage or financial agreements of some kind, there’s a petty/control sort of energy going on with this

Sept 17 - Partial Lunar Eclipse Pis - 7th ❤️, preparing for the nodes to shift next year

Oct 02 - Solar Eclipse Lib - 2nd 💰

Nov 19 - Pluto enters Aqu (for good) - 6th 🤒🐶

Nov 25 - Mercury retrogrades Sag - 4th 🏡 issues surrounding family may pop up at this time, or you may get nostalgic and spend more time with them, going back to “the good old days” for a spell, it’s good for the soul

Dec 06 - Mars retrogrades Leo - 12th 😵‍💫 a time of reflection, meditation, calm, processing all you’ve been through and sorting through your own emotions - likely a needed break

Dec 15 - Mercury direct Sag

Dec 24 - Jupiter Gem squares Saturn Pis - 10th 🔨 vs. 7th ❤️ again an issue of coworkers, career, authority figures, everyone involved with work, or possibly a father figure, causing some sort of upheaval in your life, or you’re just especially irritated/touchy with these right now…you seem to get breaks in between frustrations, and they’re necessary…Jupiter is good fortune, you may have to work unexpectedly, but maybe for double time or some kind of perk, it could be positive. If you’re seeing someone at work, schedules could be conflicted or you may not want to meet the family just yet, particularly a father.

#Virgo #Virgo rising #new year reading #new year tarot reading #2024 tarot #Virgo 2024 reading #2024 #predictions #astrology #tarot #astroblr #tarotblr #2024 readings #horoscope #Virgo 2024 horoscope

[azurewishing]

Descent

Part 2 of the Resonance AU. This time it's in coldie's perspective as it deals with the countdown of frigil's awakening

Nevi- Cold epic wubbox

Eden- Plant epic wubbox

Rey- Rare wubbox

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It only began a few months ago. Only a few months ago, Nevi learned that the colossals will wake up soon. Only a few months ago did it learn that its worst friend is still out there. And only a few months ago did Nevi begin to walk a path of further anxiety.

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At first, Nevi didn’t think anything about it. It didn’t want to think anything about it. It did everything it could to stop thinking about it, from doing its favorite activities to sleeping to talking to anyone, anything at all.

But it didn’t work.

Now, it’s been laying in bed all day, swallowing its fears.

Just pretend you didn’t learn anything, and go on with the rest of your day. Simple as that.

It got up, and went outside.

Don’t think about it. Pretend they don’t exist.

Pretend, and you’ll be happy.

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A light filled its chest. It wasn’t really that warm though. Maybe it’s because it’s perpetually cold. Well, it was minor enough that Nevi didn’t really care.

What it does care about is finding what lies hidden in the snow.

It’s a favorite hobby of its. Dig, find treasure and eat any delicious looking snow it finds. A really fun time.

Today’s discovery ended in success. It found a light blue crystal, in a hexagonal shape. How interesting!

“Ah, how amazing! It looks just like me, and that makes it even more grander!”

It admired the gem, noting how unusually clear it is. As it holds it, it brought it close to its chest for a moment, and it felt a strong wave of heat.

“Mm-!” It winced, and nearly dropped the crystal. It managed to catch it, though.

Nevi noticed that when it brings the crystal close to its core, a wave of warmth courses through its body ”Too warm…” it mutters to itself. When it brings the crystal away, the wave stops.

“Hmm, how strange… just like myself. Hehe!” It doesn’t think anything of it, and opens a portal to go to its room.

There, it brings out a box under its bed of all the blue gems its collected, and puts its recent find inside.

When it opened the box, however, it felt a very intense heat coursing through its body. It winced and closed the box. It takes a moment to take deep breaths.

“Ugh… what was that? Never happened before to me. So unfair.”

It decided to put the gem it found on its dresser, but decently away from it.

Nevi starts to worry about the light it feels now. It only began recently, when it learned that they’ll soon be awakened. Could it be a sign?

No.

It couldn’t be. It severed all ties to them.

Yeah, it couldn’t be…

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Today is a boring day. There’s a snowstorm outside. Despite Nevi’s love for inconveniencing people and snow, it did not like it when itself was inconvenienced.

With nothing else to do, it decided to entertain itself with its own thoughts.

First, it thought about Evergreen. ‘I wish Eva is okay… Even though I bother it a lot, I really do care for it. I know it holds of hatred towards its own colossal, so with this… Yeah, I hope it’s okay. It most likely is- after all, it’s much stronger than myself, and it has its two little siblings.’

Then, its mind wandered to Wubbox and Rey. ‘Speaking of those two… what’s their problem? Both of them have accidentally hit me when I failed to scare them. Am I that worthy of being hit by you two?! Ha! I’m a powerful prince, for creator’s sake! You should respect me!’

And like how this usually ends, it thinks about itself. ‘Heh. I’m sooo cool and fearless. I’m the best of this family. Weehehe~’

It grew tired as sleepiness crept upon it. Eventually it fell asleep, and had a strange dream.

…

The dream took place in the past. In the caves, where it used to call home.

There, sitting on the floor, was its younger self. Pink eyes and navy blue electricity, and a tired expression on its face. Even then it was smiling, talking happily to… someone. Nevi watches the conversation.

“You know, when I’m able to control my powers, I’ll give myself big wings,” it said to its invisible partner.

“Oh? And what will you do with them?” they asked, curious.

The voice was familiar. Slightly saddened, quiet and high pitched. An anxiety washes over Nevi.

“I’ll fly out of here. And I’ll bring all my friends- no, everyone. I’ll bring everyone out of here. We’ll start a new life on the surface, no matter how hard it’ll be.”

A voice of determination and hope. Its younger self seemed very happy.

“Hmm… that seems nice. But you should really start paying attention to me, you know… Even if I’m your teacher, I am still your friend, and aren’t friends supposed to listen to each other? You’re not acting fairly…” they responded, seeming sad. They were going to go on about how it payed attention to the other residents of the cave, but it quickly stopped them.

“Okay, I know, Frigil. No need to be so clingy,” it teased.

“I-I’m not clingy!” Frigil defended themself, almost immediately, “I just haven’t had a friend in millenia! Is that so bad for me to wish, Carmen?” They were in a slight panic.

At hearing the names Frigil and Carmen, Nevi felt a sting of pain and sorrow.

“Haha, I was just kidding. I’ll listen to ya. I’ve nothing better to do anyways.”

No. No, no, no. Stop saying that.

“Really? Oh, I’m so happy to hear you say that! We’ll be friends forever!!”

Glass shatters, and it wakes up.

“…”

A sorrowful dream.

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There’s a forest that surrounds the island where Nevi likes to hang out. It went there for any sembalance of comfort, if something like that even exists anymore.

It was just wandering until it saw a strange person with a black parasol. The epic wubbox began to sneak up on it, in order to surprise them. The more it got close to this person, the more certain traits began to stick out.

Long horns, a wooden body, and green electricity…

“Eva? You’re really okay?!”Nevi called out to its cousin in surprise.

Evergreen turned around at the sight of Nevi. It was then it noticed its appearance. Black leaves, a black rose blocking its left eye, and its right eye being bright yellow instead of the bright blue it once had.

“Hello, Nevi. Have you been well?”

A seemingly innocent question, but something was wrong with it. The way it smiled seemed to have a hint of malice.

Nevi brushed it off, not wanting to panic even more than it already is. “Who… are you? You’re not Eva.”

“That is right, I am not Eva anymore. My name is Eden. But no matter; I have something important to talk to you about,” Eden replied, with a small smile on its face.

“What do you mean ‘anymore’? What happened to you…?” Nevi asked, but it went unanswered. Instead, Eden walked up to its cousin, staring down into its eyes, and put a hand upon its cheek.

Nevi recognized the color of that eye. It was Eden’s colossal’s eye color. A shiver run down its spine. Did they do something to its cousin?

“Do you know how to grow into a better person? I do. You’ll soon learn, too. You will be put on the correct path soon enough,” it spoke calmly, but with an implied excitement. “Just as how our lord Grennitch helped me become the best version of myself, your old mentor Frigil shall do so, too.”

“Don’t talk to me about them. You don’t know anything about them or what they’ve done to me,” Nevi snapped at the mention of Frigil, speaking in a cold and sharp way.

“Oh, but I do. You see, I did a lot of research before coming here. I know how dangerous they are, and I understand how you may feel threatened by them. But, I think they didn’t mean to hurt you. Perhaps they were in a bad mood that day.”

“I’m not going to listen to your nonsense. You don’t know me, you don’t know them and you’ll never will. Leave me alone.”

Nevi began to walk away. It was tired of hearing this stranger in its cousin’s body talk about things it never experienced.

As it walked, it heard Eden saying, “If you say so”, or something similar, but it ignored its cousin. Nevi walked back all the way to its room in the castle.

---

As Nevi laid down in its big fancy bed, it thought about that encounter.

What happened to Eva? Why did it look like that? And its eyes….

“Will that happen to me too?”

A scary thought, but a likely one. It didn’t want to admit that last part though.

At the same time, Nevi did break all contact with Frigil. Maybe it was safe?

“Right, I’ve nothing to fear. I’m safe from that old hag. I’m stronger now!!” Nevi sprang up in triumph, and looked out the window.

… Why is it foggy now?

“Strange weather we’re having, huh…” it commented. “Well, that fake tree’s probably gone, so I’m able to roam around now.”

"Where are you going?”

---

A voice.

A soft, shy voice.

The epic wubbox stopped dead in its tracks.

“Who said that?”

It looked around its room to find the owner of that voice.

“Oh, can you not see me…?” The voice asked politely.

“No… nononono no this can’t be happening. I blocked you out. How are you here? WHY are you here?!”

The room swirled with fog enveloping everything. A white void…

“U-um… oh! I think I know how to get you to see me!”

Something came out of the fog. A large white rabbit with a body that is one with a fog, a chest with blue arms sticking out and two light blue eyes.

“Hi, Ca- oh, your name is Nevi now, right? Hi Nevi!!”

It was Frigil.

---

“It’s been such a long time since we last talked; I’ve missed you so much!!” The colossal said with a smile. “I was so sad when you left me all alone. You know we’re best friends, right? There wasn’t any need for you to cut me off like you did.”

“We’re NOT best friends. You know that,” Nevi managed to say.

“Since when…?”

“Ever since that day, when you showed me that vivid memory of the cataclysm.”

“Oh come on, I’ve told you stories about it over and over, and you still remained sane. Why does seeing it in action make any difference?” Frigil’s head tilted, curiously.

“Because seeing monsters dying infront of you is, I don’t know, TRAUMATIC?!”

The epic wubbox was at its limits, way past its limits. Hearing a word from this spirit’s mouth tests it even more. The fact that they don’t realize how messed up they made it… it was unforgivable in Nevi’s eyes.

“And standing in my presence wasn’t? You know how I’m able to drive people to insanity by a few days of just standing next to me. If you were able to sustain that, then I have no idea how that was your breaking point. So stop saying that. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

Frigil wasn’t understanding, and Nevi wasn’t in the mood of entertaining them.

Never again would a colossal hurt it, or its family.

“Listen, bucko,” Nevi managed to spit out. “I’m not gonna spend any more milliseconds being insulted by you. Your friend already hurt dear Eva, and now you’re trying to hurt me. I won’t fall for this ‘cute, sad’ act shit you’re pulling. Buh-bye!”

As fast as it could, the epic wubbox formed a mental barrier, and their meeting ended.

Immediately, Nevi went to sit on its bed, catching its breath. What was that? Why did that happen? It was doing so well, but…

The light in its core that it forgot about was so bright and hot… it felt like it was melting from the inside.

Its surroundings felt fuzzy, and its vision started to blur.

---

Knock knock knock.

“Hey, Nevi, you okay? I heard yelling.”

Someone with a robotic voice was outside. The voice snapped Nevi out of its daydream (if you can call it that).

“Oh… oh, Rey. I’m fine.”

“I can’t hear you, can you let me in?”

Nevi got up and opened the door. Rey looked worried, and took some steps back.

“I said I’m fine. No need to worry about your prince.”

“You don’t sound all that fine. Oh…”

Rey seemed to be looking at something. “What is it, dear Rey? Is there something with me?”

“Oh, nothing, just… your eyes, they’re…”

Its eyes? “What’s with them…?”

“They’re blue now,” Rey finally got to saying.

That’s a strange thing to say. Nevi went to its dresser and looked in the mirror. Its eyes were indeed blue, with a hexagon for a pupil. Just like Frigil’s.

A moment of brief silence, then Rey tried to speak again.

“Um…”

“You can go now, Rey. I need some alone time.”

Nevi’s voice was hollow.

---

As Rey closed the door, Nevi stood in front of the mirror.

Silence overtakes the room, filling it with a slightly oppressive atmosphere.

Tears start to fall, becoming crystalized as they flutter to the ground. At first it was just a few, but then they poured out like a waterfall. Nevi, sniffling, crouched to the ground and hugged itself.

“All I wanted to do… was to be happy. All I wanted was cool powers. I just wanted that… I didn’t ask for this. Not at all…”

It continued to cry for a little bit longer.

Fog, then a hand on its shoulder, then a sweet voice.

“Nevi… you can talk about this to me, okay?”

The colossal.

“Why would I want to talk to you, Frigil? You ruined my life.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” It seems that Frigil still doesn’t understand the weight of their own actions. Maybe they never will. “I haven’t done anything bad, I don’t think."

“Is this the lesson that I’ll learn from you, just like Eden said? That no matter what I do, I can’t ever have true happiness? That I can’t catch a break?” Nevi was barely speaking coherently, choking on sobs and sniffling a lot.

“Huh? I can’t… understand you,” the colossal said, tilting their head.

“…go away. Get away from me. Now,” the epic wubbox finally brought itself to say.

“U-um… but why…?”

“You know why. You know damn well why. Go away… go away…”

Everything went to dark.

---

There is an epic wubbox laying on the floor of its room.

The epic wubbox used to call itself a prince, with an arrogant sneer. But its not smiling right now.

It has a blank expression, its eyes dull.

Something lifted the epic wubbox up to be sitting upright.

“Nevi…” someone said.

“…”

“Um… Nevi?”

“Carmen.”

“Huh?”

“Frigil, call me Carmen. Because that’s who you liked.”

“Um, alright, Carmen…”

The room was misty and hazy. In Carmen’s point of view, everything was enveloped in a shifting swirl of white, white and more white. The only figure visible was the form of the rabbit-like colossal.

Frigil raised its hands and touched the rabbit ears on Carmen’s head.

“I just noticed these… they’re just like mine! Hehe,” they said with a cute laugh. Carmen didn’t budge, its blue eyes staring into space.

“What should we do today…? Should we learn new magic techniques? Or would you rather go on a walk with me?” Frigil asked. The epic wubbox didn’t answer. “Oh, neither? Then what do you want to do instead?”

It seems this will be Carmen’s life now. Being talked at and treated like a doll. Never getting to say what it wants to say, to think what it wants to think. Because thinking is bad. Because thinking brings pain.

Friends don’t bring eachother pain.

So Carmen never says anything.

And the two could not have been happier.

#resonance au #msm #my writing #my singing monsters #msm au #epic wubbox #cold epic wubbox

[idiot-mushroom]

Dream anon hiii I haven’t been keeping up with my asks because I’ve been a little busy (and I’ll be busy later on in the week so it might be awhile until my next ask) BUG THATS OKAY!!!!

Okay so I had a dream where I was like a bird person and I could fly. I swear I could feel the wind but it was pretty great. I flew high and low, I flew from tropical climates to polar climates, I made friends ranging from sharks to ladybugs, and so much more. It was pretty basic though. I was basically just traveling around.

My rating for this dream is a 10/10. Would do again if I could. For my explanation, this is all going to sound really corny, but this dream really resonated with me because I used to always dream of being a bird. Both in a metaphorical and literal way. I used to look up at the sky and stare at the birds with envy because of their ability to fly so freely. Even if that snippet of a dream was as close as I could get to truly flying, I’m happy with it. I think this dream served as a nice reminder that I can’t just run away from everything. It’s better to focus on the life that I do have rather than the one I don’t, even if it’s the life I would’ve much preferred rather than the one I had so long ago, and honestly, even now.

In a quick summary, it reminded me to let go and focus on what I have rather than what I do not, even if my dreams hold a nicer world.

sorry to rant lmao. Ik some people might see this as cringe or corny, but I always like to give my honest explanations for my dream ratings yk? Maybe I’m looking too deep into it, but that’s how I view it! I hope that huge monologue didn’t annoy you or anything lol. Unrelated but I really like talking like a super genius when I write these things, so I hope that didn't bother anyone either lol.

lol I don’t mind dude, haven’t been in my inboxe for a while, hope I didn’t take to long to answer/gen

no but love the flying dream, smtimes i wish i could for too, cool u got to experience it via dream tho

#ask reply

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Listened to a few new podcast episodes today. The Comedian’s Comedian podcast has just put out a double episode with James Acaster, which was very interesting. I think it’s his sixth and seventh time on the podcast, having previously done one single episode and two double ones. The single one was quite early in his career, then he did a double one around the time that he released Repertoire, and another when he released Cold Lasagne. Now he’s done one to talk about Springleaf and Heckler’s Welcome, and they get into Off Menu a bit. I almost didn’t listen because I haven’t heard Springleaf and I’m not into Off Menu, but I have been lucky enough to hear Hecklers Welcome and it’s absolutely excellent, so I listened to the podcasts anyway for the discussion of that, and they ended up being great. Really worth a listen.

They get into the basic Acaster story that people know if they’ve been following him enough – used to get really angry at hecklers, reached a breaking point before the pandemic, realized during the pandemic that actually he was happier not performing, then slowly started doing it again anyway but with a weird heckler exposure therapy show that is also about therapy. And in a way that was meant to be really low pressure and he’s going to just talk about what he wants and let people yell at him instead of trying to craft the perfect thing that cannot be interrupted, but in the process I think he might have created the best show he’s ever done. Maybe. It’s hard to say, since Repertoire was such an absolute masterpiece and doing the shows all together made them more than the sum of their parts. But Heckler’s Welcome might be better than the individual shows in that, I think. It’s hard to compare since they’re so different, thematically and stylistically. They’re all very good.

Anyway, James Acaster talked about that on the podcast, and I’d basically heard it before, but I thought he covered some angles I hadn’t previously heard (also, I listened to his relatively recent Marc Maron episode late last year, where he discussed basically the same stuff because it’s from the same point in his career where he’s promoting the same show, and being able to compare the two conversations really emphasizes how good Stuart Goldsmith is at interviewing and how shit Marc Maron is). They also had the time to get into other stuff, like what it’s like to be as wildly successful as James Acaster and how you decide what to do next when you’ve seemingly done it all. Acaster was, as usual, thoughtful and insightful and grounded and interesting.

There was some chat about “I realized what I was doing for my whole life was making me more scared and frustrated than happy and I was so much more relaxed when it stopped for COVID and then I asked myself why I don’t just keep feeling relaxed all the time by stopping doing it, but also it was my identity and I don’t want to be without it and maybe the only thing worse than doing it is not doing it and what if I give it up and never find anything better?” that resonated pretty hard with me personally, though I don’t think James Acaster said it with the intention of reaching someone who’s deciding whether to continue coaching 14-25-year-old amateur wrestlers at the regional to national level.

I then listened to John Robins’ first appearance on RHLSTP, because he mentioned on his radio show that he was doing it and I wanted to hear him talk for a while without the radio-friendly restrictions. I wasn’t disappointed, it was an interesting conversations. Fairly different from the Acaster one – when James Acaster talks on podcasts, he sounds like he’s choosing every word very carefully, wanting to make sure he conveys exactly what he means, to always recognize the important caveats and check his own privilege and be humble and fair. While John Robins can just barely be bothered to be careful with his words enough to avoid swearing on the radio (I haven’t actually heard him swear in the 100-ish episodes I’ve heard so far, though I do wonder if he’s ever done it and they cut it from the podcast, because I have heard him fuck up in just slightly less bad ways).

This episode also got into a fair bit of stuff I’d heard before – the basic story of Robins, which was spending years as a less successful comedian than he wanted to be/than his friends were, being upset about it, quitting and then relapsing on alcohol and gambling addictions and ruining career and relationship prospects in the process, then he finally got a radio show and that went all right. Deeply bitter about everything. There was a fairly long discussion about how he doesn’t find anything in the world more annoying than himself and he gets exhausted because he’s the only person who never gets a break from it. It got pretty darkness of Robins-y.

There was some Stewart Lee chat too, as I figured there would be, given the interviewer. That was fun, because the few episodes I’ve heard of RHLSTP I’ve heard before (Tim Key x4, Acaster and Gamble together, and that trainwreck when Stewart Lee went on) suggest that this podcast mainly consists of comedians making fun of Richard Herring for the fact that Stewart Lee doesn’t like him (which, to be clear, Tim Key and Acaster and Gamble did in a very funny way). So it was a fun change to hear Richard Herring get to have someone on his side, or at least very much not on Stewart Lee’s side.

John Robins got uncharacteristically careful with his words, and said he doesn’t want to comment too much beyond what’s in his Lee-based routine from his stand-up show, because he genuinely did have a problem with Stewart Lee, and thought about saying so on Twitter, but then decided this is something he wants to address more thoughtfully, so he avoided lashing out about it while drunk on Twitter or some shit and instead wrote his thoughts into a carefully worded routine, and he likes that that stand-up routine is the only thing he’s ever said publicly about Stewart Lee, so if Lee wants to take issue with it, he’ll have to respond to that routine and nothing else. Which was a pretty good stance to take, I think, though definitely not one he stuck to in subsequent years when he did his fairly ill-advised Twitter rant that compared Stewart Lee to Joseph McCarthy. Which Stewart Lee has responded to fairly easily, because I think John Robins has a point about him in many ways, but he isn’t Joseph McCarthy.

I also enjoyed the part where Richard Herring tried to sort of defend Lee by minimizing how successful both he and Stewart were, and John Robins was having absolutely none of it. I’ve always thought it’s a bit odd how both Lee and Herring, in their very different ways, characterize themselves as not all that successful (Herring playing more classically low status, Lee just complaining about not being mainstream), even though they both did some of the most famous comedy in Britain in the 90s and 00s. John Robins immediately shut that argument down, pointed out that they can’t be bitter about not winning the Perrier when they were too famous to be in the running for it, and then commented that in their generation everyone was going to win the Perrier just due to mathematics because there were only ten comedians who’d all win it across ten years since you can’t win it twice, and that is the kind of Robins I want to see go off on Greg Davies during Taskmaster soon.

Anyway, I also listened to the new Bugle today, and it was on top form, getting in Nish Kumar and Nato Green, two of my favourite regulars, to be highly pessimistic about everything. Good stuff. I had time to do all this today because I had a bad reaction to a COVID vaccine and called in sick to work, and I spent it listening to a lot of men be eloquently and humorously unhappy about a variety of things.

[acourtofthought]

That “licensed professional’s” take on Gwyn made me feel a little ick. I was expecting an objective, unbiased and professional review of the situation because they threw in their credentials but it didn’t present itself that way at all when they couldn’t even write out Gwyn’s name. I was expecting a proper case study—maybe not a full on review of the case but something a bit more “professional and objective.” Taking out Gwyn’s name showed clear bias and clearly was not from an objective standpoint at all. Again, the only reason I expected something unbiased and objective was because they waved around their credentials.

Some people need to chill. It’s fiction. Enjoy it for what it is, FICTION. That doesn’t mean you can’t apply reality to it because that’s why some things resonate so wonderfully with us but never forget that it is FICTION. Why the hell do you think there are disclaimers in fictional works of art?

The OP actually ended up commenting on the first post I wrote (the one where I debated whether I wanted to actually write my argument to their post) and I do appreciate that they showed genuine interest in why I was bothered by it. They also offered to take the post down (which was considerate of them but as it's been re-blogged, it wouldn't doing any good at this point). They are absolutely entitled to write as many Pro E/riel and Anti Gwynriel posts as they want. But.....I think there are some concerns with claiming that something is their professional opinion while giving a very biased opinion. At that point, someone is not really taking their medical professional as seriously as they should. Because therapists are supposed to be pretty objective and showing an obvious bias towards once ship is the farthest thing from objective. As soon as personal preference comes into play then your professional opinion should not. I'm no medical professional but I would truly be shocked to find that anyone who was a therapist and truly objective to this series would believe that Az and Elain are ready for physical intimacy (I'm not talking about casual sex but sex out of love) when you consider the fact that he rarely sees her at dinners because he's been avoiding her, the fact that she felt the need to lie to him about giving him his gift, that her hands shake around him, he doesn’t think she has any idea who he really is, and that he hasn't thought of her beyond his sexual fantasies while assuming Gwyn who is completely comfortable around Az after only knowing him a few months and who is playful around him, indicates a less realistic possibility within a future 800 + page book. Yes, I'm obviously Pro Elucien and Pro Gwynriel and my opinion is possibly skewed but.....the only reasons people are going to believe me is if they can see the things I'm seeing because of how I'm presenting my case. I'm no-one to anyone . But if I suddenly told you I had a Doctorate in Psychiatry then suddenly, those people are going to be blinded by my flashy degree and believe that my word holds more authority than most. It's just the way a lot of us tend to operate. And that can be sort of dangerous when claiming that a characters recovery from SA won't be very realistic if done a certain way. There's a lot of people that claim SJM has a responsibility to get things right but she is a fantasy fiction writer and what she writes about really shouldn't be given much weight. Her purpose is to entertain us. Yes, one would hope she doesn't completely butcher a sensitive subject but I don't think she has when it comes to Gwyn, regardless of where her journey goes from here. However, a medical professional is someone we ARE supposed to believe. Which is why, when giving an opinion, it's important to leave your credentials out of it unless you can honestly say you're not showing favoritism to one side.

#pro gwynriel #anti e/riel

[residentdormouse]

Reiterating those Rogue ‘R’ Words

I will reluctantly but respectfully relinquish the reins on the ‘r’ alliteration and renounce any reclaim, regardless of ‘Resident’ reoccuring in my repertoire. In retrospect, your ratio of resounding ‘r’ rhythms ring more readily than my own. Remarkably, even with more reserves running rampant, I’m rubbish at rounding up the required rolling resonance. Maybe I should rethink my rapport with the reverberation before rescinding my right and reaping any resulting repercussions, but really? Any further redundant repetition on my part would be rudimentary at best.

(I’ll give you the “r”s @mrsmungus , not sure I can find any good alliteration using them in mine; I just like saying ‘Fuck off, Flagg’😂)

My Words: Rather, Rest, Reveal, Road, River

Your Words: Support, Scared, Sincere, Star, Safe

If you feel inclined to join, don’t hesitate to ‘@’ me! -OPEN TAG-

Rather

(I thought I used this more than I did. Weird. Ah well, a lot of them are very spoiler-ish, so this is the least of the bunch I think? TW referenced drug use in case that’s an issue.)

“Both of us. Attachments only cause problems.”

“You really are full of shit, you know that? Problems? Pretty sure the way you're living, causing problems is exactly what you're doing right now. Fucking people you consider desposable while doing coke in the back of clubs. You’re saying attachments are more problematic than that?! That makes zero–”

“Because people leave, Harold! They die!”

And there its was, the raw nerve that needed the walls, that required her to wear a mask. Running from a past that would never leave her.

“So you’d rather not even bother, then? Hm. I guess, you just didn’t seem like the type.”

Everything stopped. Her movements, expressions, breath. She was frozen until the words were fully actualized.

“What did you say…”

“Being afraid, playing it safe. Hiding away. Never would have guessed that was the real you, Max.”

The rise and fall of her chest was staggered, and he could tell she was doing her best to control herself. After a few moments, she let out her short but articulated reply.

“Fuck. You. Harold.”

Rest

"Mother Abagail said that we need to have faith. I'm not sure what's beyond here. God. An afterlife. Heaven. Hell. I don't have much faith in all that. But I have faith in you. If this is going to be successful, you'll need to be ready for him."

He put a hand on her cheek, and her shoulders slumped down, head leaning forward to rest against his. A brief moment passed before he urged her to look back at him. Still wet, her eyes shimmered, but held anything further at bay.

“So what do you say, Giggles? Give this another shot?”

She nodded her reply, took a deep breath, and adjusted herself into a comfortable position. She let her eyes close and let her mind focus solely on his words in the moment.

Reveal

(I can only use one sentence because both before and after are spoiler heavy, but its a reference to a canon joke, and it made me laugh when I read it.)

Teddy fired a couple shots, finally revealing the gun he had yet to shoot his dick off with.

Road

(Road and rest in one go - double whammy.)

“Ah, c'mon, nobody saw that coming… Come here,” he held out his hand to her, and she pushed the blanket to the side to take it. In a quick movement, she was pulled up and wrapped in a hug. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she couldn’t argue; this warmth was prefered to that of the blanket. As she continued to regulate her breathing, he continued with his thought. “You can’t just stop all the bad things from happening. Bad things happen to good people, for no good reason, all the time. You can only try to help, and I think you are doing that more than you’re giving yourself credit for. So no, it's not for nothing. Who knows how much worse it would be right now if you didn’t try. No sense going down that road.”

The speech gave her thought; who knows, really. But somehow she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was how it was meant to be, that she was fighting a losing battle.

“It's what he said… I’m afraid of who I was, failing at who I am, and I’m not able to help anybody…just wasting energy on dead men.”

He pulled back slightly, holding her by the shoulders, looking directly in her eyes, searching her face.

“You’re letting him get to you is what you’re doing. Don’t give him that.” He gave her a kiss to the forehead, and she leaned into him again. “Let's get some rest though, this is going to be top of the agenda for tomorrow's meeting.”

“So much for enjoying the win tonight…”

River

(Only two instances of River between both stories. This ones in reference to the song ‘The Humbling River’, which I definitely listened to more than I should have while writing this.)

"You sure about that? You think I don't know your type? Haven't gone rounds with a few tough guys that thought they were some kind of hot shit? Rough exterior, but all raw nerves underneath."

"Lot of assumptions you're making."

"You want to tell me I'm wrong?"

Her eyebrow arched to further advance the question, but there was no response from him. "Nobody here's going to hold you to your past beliefs or practices. Past mistakes. We all have our demons, blood on our hands. Some more than others. As long as you're making an honest effort to change, want to change... Well, what you were back then, it isn't the only path forward, and you might be surprised what you’ll find on others."

"Hmm, again with the mission statements. You all pitch it alot…"

"Not really. Only have to pull it out for the stubborn assholes who think they can do everything themselves.” This time she wasn’t waiting around for a response; he heard it or he didn’t. It was, however, a calculated strike, and she was rarely wrong about these things. She breezed past him into the kitchen to pull the curtains. “Never gonna make it over the river that way. Alone. You need help, and you have an opportunity here. One I'm sure you're not getting anywhere else."

Lack of an immediate answer told her she hit a spot.

#readers are rolling their eyes #mouse's tag games & reblogs #riding the train to alliteration station

[kallowrites]

Just some nice fluff because the Doll deserves some peaceful, platonic relationships and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.

|| Bloodborne -- (female) OC & The Doll || 692 words || SFW ||

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“I… I wish to rest. I know the night will not end, but I… I’m tired. I wish to rest.”

“You may rest upon me if you would like, good hunter. Though it may be a dreamless sleep, it is still rest for the body. You will need it.”

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With some apprehension that was quickly overcome by a wave of immense lethargy, the Hunter slowly shifted her position sitting on the stone next to the Doll in favour of resting the side of her head in her lap. The dress was much softer than she’d expected, yet embodied how comfortable and cozy it looked… Made with such care. A vague memory crept into her mind, of elaborate dresses and gown, lavishly embroidered corsets and tightly-bound shoes. And yet… the Doll embodied none of this, but felt familiar all the same.

Fingers ghosted over her hair that was exposed after she’d removed her hat, a gentle knocking as the wooden joints shifted together. The Hunter had never been touched in such a way before… not even by her own mother. The Doll constantly pondered if the love she felt for the Hunter was real, but this certainly felt real. The love and warmth radiated off of her, and when it wasn’t with words it was expressed in full within her actions. Her eyes fluttered shut as she drew in a deep breath as she cherished this feeling. If the night was everlasting… She hoped this moment was an eternity.

Had the feeling of safe comfort not been as overwhelming to her mind and senses, the Hunter knew for a fact she would have wept right about now. It had been so, so long since she had last been held in any regard… But this felt almost as if she was being cradled in the Doll’s lap. She curled her knees up towards her chest and let her head sink further into the flouncy, heavy layers of the dress, being able to feel the unnaturally solid legs underneath despite it all. It didn’t bother her though. The Doll didn’t need to be flesh and blood like herself in order to mean anything to her. Too many times, those who shared that trait wanted nothing more but to spite her, and reject her existence. 

The Beasts wanted her dead. Blood-drunk Hunters, as well. Even back home where she’d travelled from, she had been shunned - She was a foreigner there, and she was a foreigner here. Very little changed, in that single aspect.

Except… 

The Doll leaned over ever slightly, just enough that the fringe of her shawl draped around her like curtains. The Hunter caught herself reaching out to tug one of the edges closer to herself, seeking its odd warmth. Maybe it was simply her own body heat causing it, but it was far from unwelcomed. She met the Doll’s eyes after humming contentedly, and she was spoken to in a near-whisper, “Rest, good hunter. The waking world will still be as it was, when you awaken. Do not worry.”

Somehow, despite not even knowing it herself, the Doll’s words relieved her exact anxiety that was lurking in her heart. The urge to stay busy. The urge to remain useful.

But no, she still was useful. She had a purpose now - a goal to work towards. Good to do. It was more than she ever could have asked for, and despite the nightmares and the evil that threatened to destroy Yharnam… She found herself grateful for it, for had it not been happening, she may have never known this feeling.

Sweet, sweet peace as her thoughts finally slipped her mind, to leave her in an ephemeral state of emptiness… Aside from what she swore was humming resonating within her weary mind.

#bloodborne #writing #fanfic #kallowrites #bloodborne fluff #(shocker I know) #excerpt #(fully intended to do a set r series but we'll see where my ambition takes me lol) #*or #also disclaimer - I have not played Bloodborne in literal months even tho im champing at the bit to play it again #so i am going off of stuff on the wiki and memory so i hope it's not OOC? never written the Doll before this tbh #also hello yes i still exist i am in soulsborne brain rot purgatory rn so im trying to spin it around and be productive lolol

[vynegar]

I assume you've already read Marius's 2nd anniversary card, right? What did you think?

Also, how would you rank the the 2nd anniv cards?

tyvm for the ask!! <3

luke and vyn are tied, i just cannot decide whose i like more and trust me, i’ve been trying to figure it out as they’ve been occupying my mind 24/7

marius (explanation below)

artem (explanation)

i personally think of it as "perfectly acceptable" x) it gets a slightly lukewarm (pun not intended) reaction from me bc i'm not as big a fan of the fluffy/sweet cards but i there's a lot to enjoy in there and i think a vast majority of fans would like it or like it a lot! more discussion below~

overall, his proposal was very representative of him; of course he uses art again, but this time the card expands its scope to also touch on some newer themes that were brought up in cards after the confession: his time in florence and how his role in PAX will complicate things. i think it was really nice to see an art mentor help him figure out his proposal, since that part of his life is so important to him. but i just wasn’t as emotionally moved as i was for other cards. maybe if i’d seen some of marius’s recent cards or personal storyline, it would feel different? like maybe the bday card and storyline do more exploration in the ideas that are brought up in the proposal, so when marius says that line about having a thousand faces, it carries more weight behind it.

i think the way he couched his proposal in all those “stories” was... a little too much for me, a teensy bit chuunibyou vibes, but marius has always been a bit more whimsical/fantastical, esp post-confession ^^; and i saw some comments comparing his story to his original character PV, so i do enjoy that if it’s intending to be a callback.

i REALLY loved his lines reassuring her that a rejection wouldn’t bother him and he could just try again; it was delivered so comfortably but the words were so sincere and carefully crafted that it really did feel like he could accept any answer. to me, that part brought me right back to early marius cards, where his thoughtful considerations for mc were so deceptively casual that they were almost invisible.

i think i would've enjoyed it more if vincent was there (i say this for every marius card, but he deserves a raise) and if there was a little more direct focus on the trouble that the media was causing. but i can’t really say that i have complaints about this card, you get everything that you want in a proposal card, the nervous preparation and the speech and the symbolic ring and the implied night together -- it’s just that it didn’t resonate as much with me. (although i’ve felt this way with many recent marius cards, so maybe it just shows that his cards are being very consistent)

thanks for reading this far!! i hope that wasn’t too much of a downer response xD i’d really love to know if others had similar or different reactions to parts of the card

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