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roturo · 9 months

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KILLIN' ME GOOD -professor!gojo x reader

warnings: smut, teacher/student relationship, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bondage, dacryphilia, spanking, jealousy, degradation kink, fluff, porssesive behavior, age gap, (reader is +18), semi-public sex, car sex, lingerie, use of vibrator, whimpering, switch!gojo, humiliation kink, sadist behavior, s/d dynamics.

A/N: i wanted to write this one a long time ago! i really liked it, was really fun to write and also really cute! i've been quite busy with work but i'll try my best to continue writing!, i really liked this writing so reblogs are appreciated. :)

professor!gojo who’s been teaching you to be a sorcerer not even for two months, but already knows your favorite color, food, what type of music you like, what you search for in a guy, and why you’re becoming sorcerer. he knows more things but won’t say them out loud.

professor!gojo who won’t team you with any of the boys because he says ‘it’s just a distraction for young people’ but the truth is, he can’t tolerate seeing you with another man, trying to hide all the feelings he has for you.

professor!gojo who gives you the hardest questions in class so he could see your frustrated face trying to give a coherent answer. professor!gojo who loses all his senses everytime you decide to use a skirt because every ten seconds he thinks about you and gets hard.

professor!gojo who starts feeling things he never thought he would feel. professor!gojo who never thought to really fall in love for a girl but just a quick fuck until he met you. professor!gojo who thinks you’re dangerously sweet but what a good thing he likes sweets and danger.

professor!gojo who is impressed by this new feeling you make and is entranced in every little action you do, making you unique. professor!gojo who’s been pumping his cock for 5 minutes in an empty classroom trying to find release after you made him hard with just a smile at him.

professor!gojo who gave you detention because you were a little bit too talkative with yuuji today and he doesn’t want you to become distracted in class, so when you go to detention after class he’s waiting for you.

professor!gojo who lays you down on his desk and starts eating you out while scissoring you, telling you how much he needs you.

‘I’m gonna’ fucking mark my territory with you today. ‘m gonna show you what a real man is.’ His words sound muffled while trying to talk and eat you out at the same time. Not letting himself waste any of your liquids, making sure every time you walk you would feel his tongue inside of you.

professor!gojo who wouldn’t take it anymore and is rambing inside of you with all his force while you moan his name.

‘Y-You.. A-ah!~ Little slut.. My little slut.’ His thrusts became harder with every word he said, his balls hitting your ass, a red mark appearing on your right cheek of how much he had slapped you.

professor!gojo who would overstimulate himself just to watch you cum again in his cock.

professor!gojo who would wait for you at the end of the class to give you a peck on the lips and wait for you to leave so he could fuckhimself because with just a small touch with you he gets hard.

professor!gojo who would buy you lunch everyday because why not? he has a lot of money. professor!gojo who would spend his money on you, saying you’re the only one with to spend this much money.

professor!gojo who would buy you personalized lingering because he loves your body in the colors of his eyes.

professor!gojo who would end the class sooner because he couldn’t bear your teasing and needed to have you right now.

professor!gojo who doesn’t let you cum and loves watching you cry for release on his cock.

‘Why don’t you ask Yuuji to make you cum, huh? You were all over him some moments ago like a whore mh? That’s all you are, no? Just a filthy needy whore.’ professor!gojo who would use his blindfold to tie up your arms and use you as a cum hole.

professor!gojo who would buy a vibrator for you to use in his class as a punishment and play with you, making you answer all of his questions while he plays with the velocity of the vibrator.

professor!gojo who would humiliate you in front of the class asking who gave you that hickey knowing damn well he’s the owner of it. everybody giving you teasing stares and asking if you have a boyfriend while he just proudly smirks at himself watching you get all flustered.

professor!gojo who made sure that no other guy would feel like him, touch you like him, fuck you like him… love you like him.

professor!gojo who would take you on dates in the most expensive restaurants in tokyo to treat you for being a good girl.

professor!gojo who would later ruin your makeup and hair while fucking you in the car because of how good you looked tonight.

professor!gojo who would give you a bracelet with his initials.

professor!gojo who wouldn’t expect you to use it everyday, telling everyone you have a boyfriend, but not saying who.

professor!gojo who would be whimpering your name while you give him a handjob, saying a lot of ‘i love you’s’ and ‘thank you’. feeling brand new and so loved thanks to you.

professor!gojo who only wants to listen to you and follow you.

professor!gojo who says you’re killing him good with how perfect and good you are for him.

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sol-de-invierno · 2 years

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#i'm so tired of everything and i don't have the energy to do something about it either #i feel like i've neglected all my friends again so i feel awkward with everyone AGAIN HDHFJFG #i just want to disappear ffs (´；ω；｀)#why am i even rambing on herehshdjfgl

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excusemeaminute · 2 years

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I've asked it before and I will ask the void yet again: wtf is their plan when the child in umbrella academy inevitably ages because the actor himself is not a time traveler stuck as a child

#oh boy a cure!#yno #ramblings #god my mistyping must be so bad rn cause when i put in ramb- tumblr tags immediately comes up with 2 mispellings oopsss #do you think theyre gonna just #murder #or maybe #or like #hmmm my adolescent body is going through puberty again #must have taken a bit of time for it to do that #for no reason cause there isnt one #I AMNT BEING BITCHY I LOVE UMBRELLA ACADEMY IM JUST BEING A BITCH

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rottmntsimp · 4 months

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Donnie x (gn) reader, where the reader is feeling particularly self concious? feeling as tho they don't contribute enough to the team due to not having mystic powers or not knowing how to fight, maybe they feel as tho they get in the way a lot? I know donnie isn't always great with feelings but I feel like he would relate to this problem and would know how to solve it in his own special way?

Much needed reassurance

Donnie x Insecure!Reader

TW: A bit of cursing (projecting cuz it's just smth i do when feeling a strong emotion lmao), using the lord's name in vain ( bro im atheist idk if this is a tw?), uh light jealousy (APRIL MAH QUEEN <33), mentions of stitching up cuts ig, light angst with fluff end <3 Oh and a pretty rushed ending lmao. Plus some slight ADHD projecting?? [Yes I got this req in September. Shh-] Thanks to @sleepytime-fics for title inspiration <3 /p

Donnie

You wince, letting out a hiss, as your cut stung in pain. Peeking out from in between your fingers, you see Donnie’s frown, not processing any of the words he rambled on to you. He let go of your hand, putting down the bandages, before moving onto your face to disinfect the scrapes along the side of your face, making you flinch in pain, listening to him chastise you for how careless you were.

“-I thought I’d told you to stay in corners. They can’t sneak up on you, if your back is against a wall.”

Sinking deeper into the mattress of the bed, you sigh, running a finger over the bandaging on your forearm, only for Donnie to slap your hand away. Rolling your eyes, you let him patch up your face, avoiding eye contact, because you knew as soon as you did, shit would hit the fan.

After what seemed like hours of nonstop admonishing and multiple rolls of bandages (which in all reality was only a few minutes), Donnie finally packs up the first aid kit, having finished patching you up. You stretch a little, before reaching for your phone, which lay on the far end of the mattress. Just as you were about to pick it up, a metal arm suddenly swipes it off of the sheets, holding it up.

“Hey-”

As you go to reach for the phone again, he just brings the phone higher up, farther out of your reach.

“So…” the mutant started, busying himself with putting supplies back into the first aid kit. “Leo informed me you, uh…got jumped-”

“Please, don’t remind me-” you sighed, the memory of being unable to defend yourself flashing behind your closed eyelids. Not only had Leo been struggling to take care of his share of the ninjas, he had to make sure you weren’t getting hurt too.

Opening your eyes once more, you frown at the floor, listening to Donnie go on.

“Scoff,” Donnie scoffs, voicing his actions, “Well, if you let me finish, you would've heard me say ‘-you got jumped, are you feeling ok?’ It’s unlike you to get taken advantage of like this in combat.”

“Stop it,” You mumble, not wanting to hear about how you were unable to help, frustration rising as Donnie went on, not having heard you.

“I mean, it was just a couple of foot ninjas, and statistically speaking, you’ve done better before-”

“Donnie-” You frown, speaking a bit louder, but your words went unheard as Donnie’s rambling went on.

“I’m just thankful Nardo was there for you, don’t tell him I said that though-”

“Donnie!”

He freezes, facing you as his rambing comes to an abrupt end. Seeing the frown on your face as you shifted in your seat, your head held down, Donnie was riddled with guilt. “Were you,” he clears his throat, “Were you about to say something…?”

Silence.

That’s all he got in return, before soft mumbles could be heard, “It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve told me, it just won’t get in my head alright? I’m not a ninja, I’ve never gotten training-,” you muttered, as Donnie stopped what he was doing, focusing on your words- “Hell, I don’t even have a proper weapon!” you scoff, gesturing to Donnie’s tech bo, which lay messily on his desk, piles of unorganized blueprints and tech scattered around it. “Even April has one! April!”

“Well, that is an issue can easily be resolved by simply paying a visit to the local sports store-”

Donnie’s words were cut short by the glare you gave him, as you went on. “But that makes perfect sense, since she’s just…so perfect,” you chuckled dryly, jealousy creeping into your voice, or maybe it was just self-pity.

Running a hand through your hair, you pause to take a deep breath, knowing you’ve already said too much; but fuck it, if you were going to get reprimanded for something out of your control, might as well let out some of those pent up feelings…right?

The only noise that could be heard was the soft whirring of the vents filtering air, and the sound of you guys’ breathing. The silence was eating you up from the inside, uneasiness hanging in the air. After a whole two minutes of silent torture, Donnie lets out a sigh, biting his tongue so that he doesn’t say anything he might regret, before finally speaking again.

“Where…where are you going with this?”

“Fucking christ, Donnie-” you snap, your head in your hands, as you let out a strong exhale. Looking up at him, you took a deep breath, trying to stabilize your voice, as a lump formed in your throat.

You mumbled under your breath, trying not to break down as tears of frustration formed in the corners of your eyes, your vision slowly going blurry. Why? The hell if you knew, all you could process was the fact that you were practically useless, and if that wasn’t enough to make you break down…

“I’m not as strong as you guys and I sure as hell don’t have any mystic powers,” you say, as a tear finally falls. One turns to two, and two turns to four, and before you know it, tears streamed silently down your face, as you tried to stop; but you both knew it was pointless.

Panic flashed behind his eyes as he noticed you crying. What was it you do when people cry? Talk to them? No, no, he was pretty sure you give them space.

“I always need at least two people out with me when I join you guys for patrol, and I always get hurt, and end up being more of a burden than a help…” You clear your throat, cursing at yourself as your voice cracks.

Once again, silence.

Looking down at the floor, you sniffled, using the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe your tears away. White floods your vision, looking up, you see one of Donnie’s mechanical spider arms holding a tissue out in front of you, his eyes averted to the side.

Nodding your thanks, you blow your nose, as quiet ensued once more. You both sat there, your minds occupied by your own racing thoughts respectively.

After what seemed like hours, Donnie spoke up, his voice soft, but firm, as though he were deep in thought, “I…apologize, for not realizing how you felt earlier. I should have been more observant, I should have been able to notice how you felt about all of this much earlier on… I’m sorry for being a terrible partner-”

“Donnie-” You just sigh, the adrenaline from earlier wearing off, as a wave of exhaustion washed over you. “I’m not calling you a bad partner, I’m just saying that…maybe I shouldn’t go out on missions with you guys anymore. I’ll just hold you all back, and-”

“Hold us back?-” Donnie interrupts, his face going from that of understanding and thoughtful to utterly flabbergasted. Standing up from his seat on the mattress, he has a robotic arm shoot out of his battle shell and yank a chair over, as he took a seat across from your place on the mattress. He faced you, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, renewed confusion apparent, “You believe that you’re…holding us back?”

“...Well, yeah-”

“SCOFF! Never have I heard such malarkey- Oh Y/N, you are anything but deadweight!-”

You could only listen as he went on, giving up on trying to get your point across as he never gave you the chance to. Yet despite the affirmations, a nagging feeling stuck in the back of your mind, refusing to leave as he rambled on about your strengths, physically and intellectually.

His voice became nothing but a soft hum in the background, accompanying the buzz of the vents, as you spaced out. Why was he doing this? You aren’t worth the struggle, the effort… He’s always had to help you catch up, get up to speed on things. Homework, fights, hell- even simple things like staying on task, giving you something to do, to think about…

“-And just because you don't have mystic potential, doesn't mean you aren't a valuable asset to our group. There are plenty of other ways you make up for it..."

The nerve of this hypocrite; saying you’re useful while still in doubt of his own abilities.

"I mean," Donnie went on, putting a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to look at him, "It's not like you're the only human in our little posse. April's our friend too, and she's just as important as the rest of us-"

"She doesn't count-" You snap, your voice raising to a higher volume. Donnie flinched, his hand retracting in shock. Wincing, you mumble a quiet apology, feeling a wave of disappointment and regret wash over you before going on.

"April's been training with you guys since she’s met you, she doesn't count…" You mumbled, trying to keep control of how loud you spoke. “She’s been there since the beginning, basically on you guys’ level. She’s known you all since you were young, grew up with you guys, trained with you guys, fights with you guys…all while kicking ass and looking good…all I do is stand in the back and cheer you guys on…”

“Oh my sweet Y/N,” Donnie sighs, looking up at you again. “What will it take for you to understand that moral support is better than no support whatsoever?” The pleading look in his eyes, the desperation in his voice for you to understand just how valuable you are didn’t go overlooked by you, as you just sighed in response.

“I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, darling. You are as valuable to our bunch as any of us are. Learning to fight takes time, time which you never gave yourself, which I’m gladly willing to change.

“And as for getting hurt…” Donnie put a hand on yours, making you look at him as he let himself smile, “I guess we’ll just have to start training.”

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threadbaresweater · 20 days

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sometimes I miss getting notifications that "so and so reblogged your post", and then I open it and there's a fucking reblog essay attached to a fic that i wrote. I'm not sure when that went out of style, and I, too, have changed how I reblog fic according to the trend I've noticed the last couple of years. But MAN there was no rush quite like the one where your mutuals and friends would comment on every line they loved and pick apart themes you didn't even realize you touched on. some of mine would even add custom memes and additional tag screaming.

just been thinking a lot about fandom and community today. I've seen discourse in 3 different fandoms now and I'm just sitting here with my jaw on the floor and wondering where exactly it all went sour. maybe I just got lucky the with the first fandom I participated in, idk. it just used to be interactive in a different way. of course, there are things I love about how it is now- I think in the place I've found myself, we as writers and consumers alike are more apt to toss ideas and themes around and not necessarily feel like we have to write a full-fledged story. there seems to be less of a divide between writers and non-writers than there was in my previous experience, which is really fun for me! we're all here to enjoy the same stuff, more or less. and I'm lucky to be in a place, too, where most of us respect what our peers are posting about, whether we enjoy it or agree with it or not. it's why I have a hard time jumping into a new fandom, mainly because it took me months to feel comfortable here, and I'm not sure I have the spoons to do that again somewhere else.

anyway, this is long and rambing and pretty much just thoughts off the top of my head, but yeah. good god, be kind to each other. don't be afraid to talk to people. have a good time. write stories and bounce ideas off of each other and block people who threaten your peace. and write big ass comments on your friends' fics. they'll kiss you on the mouth, with tongue. I guarantee it.

#not sure what to tag this #but here are lin's 10:28pm sleep deprived thoughts

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mamuzzy · 5 months

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For those angst prompts, "Don't ever utter those words again, I'm begging you." for either Fox/Thorn or Fives/Deadshot. Whichever tickles your fancy :D (@/nooneherebutusghosts).

Thank you for the ask, @nooneherebutusghosts! While I usually don't pass a chance to create something with my babygirl, the promtp begged for FoxThorn so I went with them. I hope you like the little illustration and the accompanying fic I've come up with! Enjoy~

Relationship: ThornFox Rating: Gen Warning: Safe for read but tell me if something needs to be tagged. No beta. Word count: 982 Summary: Thorn was injured in one of his mission on Coruscant and Fox feels guilty about it.

The thoughts always lingered in one of the deepest, hated side of Fox’s mind. That all it was a bad idea, wrong, wrong to the core. After so much shit going on, everything felt like a responsibility, even the small beautiful things he managed to grab a hold on and oh he clung on that sweetest forbidden fruit like his life depended on it, but the thing is with fruits that eventually they start to rot and inevitably die. So how do you preserve a fruit, you put it in the conservator to keep it fresh a little longer, or dry the moisture out of it so it can be stored for years. Now Thorn wasn’t a fruit and Fox wasn’t a psycho either to put the ideas into practice. Still, the dilemma stood.

“Fox’ika” whispered Thorn with a faint smile, eyes half-closed. “You are going to implode with all that thoughts in your head.”

Fox, raised his head immediately, a mixture of concern and relief on his face, he didn’t even noticed how anxiously he was fidgeting with his thumbs in his lap. He sat near Thorn’s bed, waiting for him to wake up from his sedated, dreamless sleep.

“Sorry” said Fox apologetically. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“You didn’t. The trooper outside is quite eager with the searching lights.”

Fox looked outside the window and frowned as the harsh light sweeped through the grounds precariously. He was supposed to be proud of the shiny assigned to the guard tower, probably wanted to investigate every nook and cranny of the CG grounds, including the very walls of the ward, or maybe he was just simply liked to messing around with the lights like a little boy who finally got to play with grown ups’ toys.

“I tell him to knock it off.”

“Don’t” said Thorn seeing his riduur raised his vambrace, fingers itched to make a call. “Stay with me.”

Fox measured the priorities and decided it was with Thorn rather than taking his frustration out on that sod of a shiny, especially that Thorn slowly emerged from his bed, sat up with a painful groan and hands on his bandaged hip.

“You should rest!” said Fox, already on his feet to help his lover to lay back but Thorn reached out for his hand.

Their finger entwined in tenderness, intuitively and caring, skin to plastoid and fabric of the blacks. The searching light swept again the room, making rogue particles visible between them, and then disappearing again in the dark. They stood like this for a while, Thorn looking up with loving tiredness with the most softest smile he was able to manage despite the pain.

And something broke in Fox.

“I’m sorry” a sound escaped from Fox’s mouth little no louder than a quivering whine. Thorn could feel the trembling through the fingers. He looked at his face distorted by repressed guilt, he immediately know what was wrong.

“Fox’ika…”

“I’m sorry “ Fox repeated “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Com’ here, love” Thorn spread his other arm as an invitation “It’s okay.”

Fox took one big step, the gap closed between them and clung on Thorn while hands folded around his neck into a tight needy embrace. Sobbing burts out from somewhere the deepest hated depths of Fox’s heart.

“I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have send you down there!” Fox gasped for air with hiccups. “I knew it was dangerous, possibly lethal and yet I sent you down there!”

“Fox, I knew the risks” Thorn replied calmly but the anxious rambing went on.

“And I knew it too! That’s why I sent you there, because you are a fucking competent soldier, my best, my second in command and now seeing you like this makes me want to hide you into a safe compartment or put you into the cryochamber and when everything is safe, I’ll unfreeze you and…”

“Fox you can’t just set me aside like a paperwork until the war is over” Thorn couldn’t help but chuckle. “Like you said, I’m your second in command. The flame that shines for you so you can work in the shadow. Remember?”

Fox couldn’t make himself remember and did not heard him.

“I can’t protect you, I can’t save you when I’m not with you, I can’t change the outcomes, you were there dying and I wasn’t with you, I was an irresponsible commander, Thorn, I don’t deserve you to be gentle with me after all this, I don’t deserve your smile, don’t deserve you!”

Thorn cupped Fox’s face into his palms to lock their gazes, and looked into those teary amber eyes full of despair.

“Are you saying this as my riduur or my superior?” asked in a serious tone even Fox stopped with the rambling. “I’m your second in command. A commander. A competent soldier, like you said. But now I messed up a mission, my men died, the men I chose, just as you chose me to lead this operation. I know you fear for me but when we were just colleagues, you never thought about a second to send me into my death because you trusted me to come back.”

“I know…”

“I’m not done.”

Fox whimpered.

“Fox… remember our vows. We share love as well as the burden that comes with our duty. Please… don’t let love blur your judgement of my capabilities. And do not neglect me when I need my riduur at my side. Right now.

Hot tears wetted Thorns calloused fingers as Fox slowly nodded. Thorn leaned in to give his lover a small kiss on the lips, light as a feather, making him whimper again. It made sure that no other thoughts remained in Fox’s mind. Their silence was comfortable as Fox’s abrupt breathing started to calm down, Thorn whispered into his lips, almost pleadingly.

“Don’t ever utter those words again, I’m begging you.”

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saphirered · 1 year

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It is incredibly late (or early?) Where i live so excuse me if this is rambely.

I got an idea for a Lucien/Mollymauk/Kingsley request. And im Hoping once i have it out in the open I'll be able to sleep.

Basically Lucien and the reader were partners when his soul was scattered the same happened to the reader. They both woke up being buried with no recollection of who they were. Once they meet each other in the Mighty Nein they start getting closer a relationship forms they both feel a sort of pull towards one another. When Molly dies the reader doesn't and Lucien remembers the reader but they don't remember him but they feel the same sort of pull they felt for Mollymauk. Once Lucien is actually dead the reader dies of Wounds sustained but again wake up in a grave with no recollection. They meet Kingsley and again there is this sort of pull.

(basically to really quickly explain my idea, the reader's soul got shattered as did Luciens but their souls are forever linked they are meant to be with each other which is why through every revival they feel a pull towards each other)

Again i am so so sorry if this is weird but it's late and i felt the need to get this out and you were the first person i thought of because I've been reading your Mollymauk oneshots for the past few hours.

Good Morning, good day, good night! I love this concept and hope I did it justice and lived up to expectation. Enjoy 😘

He remembers it well. Your first meeting. Or supposed first meeting. Specifically it was your first meeting in this life. He remembers your whispers to the goblin and the ragged wizard when the fated group later becoming known as the Mighty Nein would first meet too. He was his charming self with his angel at his side ready to pull more patrons to the carnival. The carnival had been his home ever since he first looked up at the sky and saw the stars and moons. The moment he set foot in that tavern, something felt so eerily similar to that emptiness. That something was you. He should have run, Molly should have run while he still had the chance but he couldn’t, or wouldn’t. He’s a stubborn one after all and not even his own instincts could tell him what to do. Sure, who knows? You might be dangerous but you’re not dangerous to him. You’re just… lovely. He’d never even said a word to you. How about he changed that?

“And you? We’d be honoured to have your esteemed presence, my dear. The cards say I should show you your fate, are you willing to see it?” Despite his typical grin and charm you didn’t fall for his ways so quickly. You simply huddle within yourself crossing your arms and making yourself small to take off attention. You’re so used to moving through the shadows you’ve forgotten what it’s like to live in the light.

“I’m not that big a believer in fate I’m afraid, but thank you.” That voice sent shivers up his spine. Like a beautiful song that could bring him to tears. Something within himself, he doesn’t know why but it speaks to relief and comfort.

“You should, you should, you should. Look at the reading I got!” The blue tiefling Jester bounces up and down and you curve a smile. Hesitation. He can work with that.

“For you, love, I’ll even do it for free. Whether you believe or not, I think you can appreciate the irony in holding your fate in your own hand by card, no?” He winks. You cover a snort.

“Fine. I’ll draw a card.” You hold up your hands in surrender and cringe when Jester squeals interposing between the two of you excitedly. He could kiss that tiefling for unknowingly being his wingwoman in that very moment. Molly fans out his cards holding them in one hand and with a dramatic bow offers them to you face down letting you pick on. Your fingers brush over the surface until you settle on one and pull it from the deck. He rises fully and equally dramatic. You roll your eyes but fight a smile turning the card towards him.

“The Moon and the Mirror! The first card that ever called to me. One could say our fates are intertwined.” He winks and that smile breaks through when you shake your head in disbelief.

“I think you say that to everyone.” You retort. You’re unsure whether you mean it or not. Something from the moment the literal and figurative peacock set foot in this tavern there has been something that just changed. Something fell in place. If the world was wrong before, it was right now. It doesn’t make any sense and yet it does but you can’t explain it. It just is. Part of you is frightened. Another part, so deeply rooted wants to indulge. It’s as if this tiefling has the answers to the questions you didn’t even know you had.

“Only to beautiful stories.”

“Beautiful stories?”

“That’s what the Moon means. The moon represents beautiful stories. Even when the clouds cover, the moon’s still there. Whether people see it or not, that’s a different thing. Your story is yours, even if you hide it, wrap it in layers and disguise, doesn’t mean it’s not there.” You take in a noticeable breath. That’s what he was looking out for. He’s spot on. You’re carrying a glamour of your own to cover this past of yours and that’s okay. He’s not telling everyone his life story. Okay maybe he is but none of them are true. Even if it were, nobody would be able to tell the difference.

“And the Mirror then?” You raise an eyebrow attempting to deflect. He’ll play along.

“So you are interested in your fate after all.”

“Well you do make it sound so alluring.” You lean onto your elbows. Oh he likes you. Molly is done for. He likes you a lot. He could get used to your company.

“You are far too kind. The Mirror faces us with the truth, as bitter as it may be sometimes. Even the shadows reflect in the mirror. A reveal awaits on your horizon. It’s up to you if you’re ready to face it.” You take in his words. Something has changed. You just don’t know what or why but this tiefling may just have something to do with it. Is this fate after all? No. Just life, or so you tell yourself.

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You loved him. He was torn away from you far too soon. You loved him and when he left, with him he took your heart. Your world is bleaker without him. When you visit the places of your memories together, they replay in your head. When you’re in your room and the door opens, you wait for that lavender tiefling to walk in boasting about his latest sham or in various stages of undress, showering you in affection until you tell him you’ll vomit from his ridiculousness. Even the times you were at odds. You’d give the world for just another day with him. Molly died. You’d held his body as he grew cold. You stared into those ruby eyes but nevermore saw the life in them. You closed them and so your world dulled and never fully recovered. They say it gets easier with time and it does. Life moves on and it’s easier to go along with the motions as time passes but there’s not a day you don’t miss him. Not a day goes by where you don’t think of him. Sometimes at night when you wake you look at the sky, look at the moon and talk to him. He might not be there but you like to pretend he’s watching sometimes.

It turned out you both had similar stories. You’d never even gotten the chance to fully tell him yours. The two of you had lived focussing on the lives you had now as opposed the earth you crawled out of and that haunted loneliness you awoke with. You can’t help but wonder that feeling, that emptiness is as close a feeling you got these days. You continued with the Nein while he lay buried. Or used to. Molly died but someone else returned in his stead; the one who ended up in the grave he crawled out of in the first place. Molly is dead and now with that face walks a man who can never be him. You’ve seen him-Lucien in flashes of visions before, faded memories that make you frightened of the past you never lived. It’s not your past after all. Someone else lived it in the body you now call yours. The person before is dead and gone. Same as Lucien should have been. It frightens you because what little you know, you know not what your predecessor was to Lucien, or who they were in general. What if he wants that version back? What if that version comes back? What if you cease to exist and this other person takes over?

But then you met the devil himself. Lucien, what a curse to know him. He shares the same face as your Mollymauk but he is not the same. They share some traits, some little habits you recognise. Each and every one is a dagger to your heart. You think he noticed too. He called you by that name, the one that was never yours. It must have just slipped because the horror in your eyes had given you away. He quickly corrected himself. He didn’t call you by that name again but you swore you could hear it like a whisper upon the cold breeze of Eiselcross sometimes. Like molly Lucien is charming but everything about him is with a darker undertone. When he is charming it feels like a predator coaxing a prey right between their teeth. When he smiles it’s belittling or a calm before the storm, something laced in a fury you cannot begin to comprehend. Despite all of this, that same pull remains. That same pull that brought you to Molly, it calls you to Lucien. You don’t want to get close. Fire burns after all and you have a feeling Lucien is an inferno in disguise.

Lucien can’t help himself though. You once meant the world to him. Well not you-you of course. The version of you he lost in his own demise. When he drew his first breath yet again, and you weren’t there. He’d have pulled you from the soil himself, dragged you right out of hell. You weren’t there. Someone else had taken your place. Someone new. A new you. The similarities are uncanny. The way you talk and move, it’s like a warped mirror and every time he gets a spark of hope that you might still be in there, he’s proven wrong. You’re not the person he knew. You’ll just have to be another means to an end at best. Another nuisance at worst. That doesn’t make it any easier. He’s not felt alive in his time beyond the veil but now you’re here so close yet so far away, he feels alive like never before, not since he got separated from you. You’re a candle and he’s the moth. He refuses to get burned.

Then it comes down to it. A fight. He gave you a chance. You picked your side. You joined the Mighty Nein and abandoned him. You made your choice. He’ll deal with the ashes. He takes no pleasure in ending you but no matter what version; you’re a stubborn one and incredibly loyal. You had no loyalties to him, not anymore. Why should he hang onto his loyalties to a ghost? He let it all go even though that sounds easier than it was. It burned him to hurt you. With each injury he inflicted, he felt every single strain, each scream and cry of pain shattered his very soul into fragments. It’s alright or so he kept telling himself. He’d bring you back once this is over; the real you, the true you and the one he held so dearly. He’ll have you back. Not this fragment.

Something within him shattered when he delivered that killing blow. You fell to your knees. You looked at him and he just saw sadness. You looked at your friends but he couldn’t care less about them. He took a good few hits in his distraction as that damned fragment you had grown attached to gained a little more control than he allowed. He watched the light drain from your eyes, your friends tried to rush towards you as you fell to your knees. You couldn’t breathe anymore. Lucien could feel something crack when you hit the ground and remained unmoving. He tried to move on and deal with your companions. In the end it would mean his own demise. They were too late to get you. When he fell, he met your eyes; never shut. Lucien would be dead.

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The Mighty Nein tried to resurrect you. It didn’t work. Not twice would they be so lucky. They took your body, had a funeral in true Mighty Nein fashion, and laid you at rest in the Blooming Grove to be watched over by Caduceus. They grieved you but their lives continued. Kingsley didn’t understand who you were. They tried to explain, explain who you were to Mollymauk. He got it. For some bloody reason he completely understood. When he first saw you you were dead and something within him felt missing, despite being surrounded by love in his resurrection, a piece of a puzzle he could not comprehend never truly fit together. When he saw you, he knew the missing piece had to do with you but the dead don’t just rise and the ritual had failed. You were truly gone. No one saw but for some reason tears did fall when the firbolg performed the burial rites. He didn’t even know you so why was he crying over you like he lost someone so near and dear to his heart? Like he lost a piece of himself.

One night on the ship far off on the ocean with his captain and trickster partner in crime; the life he’d grown quite used to, something changed. Something in the very air he breathes. The world got a push in the right direction. He didn’t know why or how but somehow it made sense. Some tether pulled him back to that graveyard, told him to go there. Not long after, Jester was freaking out and the wizard was summoned; they had to get back to the mainland fast. They had to get to the Blooming Grove. No one had told him and despite this being the perfect opportunity to commandeer the ship he had longed to captain for himself, he couldn’t just let them go without him. He had to come along. He did.

From the moment Kingsley stepped into that forest temple, where he saw a shellshocked individual seated on a stool staring into the abyss covered in dirt and a blanket, whatever piece of him he missed from the moment of his resurrection, returned and fell into place. That void within suddenly wasn’t so empty anymore. You hadn’t been responsive until his entrance, or so Clay had told them all. Kingsley approached you. You stared at him with such wonder and a recognition he must have held too in his first moments of life. You felt it too. Everything just made sense. You reached for him, just a finger, trembling and hesitant. The pad of that finger pressed against his cheek. There wasn’t much force behind it but were he standing instead of on his knees already, he might have fallen then and there.

“M-Mo… Moon… Moon.” It took you some time to get the word out.

“Moon?” Kingsley asked you though he did not expect a response. It took him while too to truly get to his senses and given the hour and your current state, you must have freshly crawled out of your grave. He feels sorry for you.

“Moon.” You affirm and place your palm flat over his heart. You tap it. “Moon.” He looked towards the Mighty Nein for some explanation. The one he got, that might as well have broken his heart a little. And should you return to your senses, whoever you might be, he’ll be happy to hold it over your heart your first word implied you found him beautiful.

This might just be the beginning of something beautiful. One thing is for sure. This’ll be a fresh start. You get to decide who you want to be. Like him you’ll be loved no matter what. He’ll make sure of it.

#mollymauk x reader #lucien x reader #kingsley x reader #mighty nein x reader #critical role x reader #mollymauk tealeaf #lucien nonagon #kingsley tealeaf #critical role mollymauk #critical role #mighty nein #critical role fanfiction #critical role fanfic

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eau-the-agony · 4 months

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Just took the best train nap of my life I'm never beating the sleepytired allegations

#damn near missed my stop because in the three minutes between alarm and station id managed to doze off again #usually ive got a really good 6th sense for waking up by milsons point but that was just gone #hamb goes on a ramb

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mysunandmoon98 · 6 months

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Sending waves to wave to earth as we grow alongside each other across the ocean 🌊

(rambings from a while back, edited to be coherent, please share this time of love with me)

I am someone who often questions things about myself, especially the things I am into and enjoy. I like to figure about exaclty what it is that captivates me. Wave to earth have been on my mind a lot recently with their US tour kicking off. Subsequently I started to wonder a little, what is it about this band that I am so captivated by and feel so connected to? To put it simply, music is art, and I honestly live day to day examening and thinking about art. What draws me into art is typically one of two things: admiration to anothers dedication/view of life or its relatability and how I see myself in that art, how it fits with my daily life and thoughts. Wave to earth's music is one of those gems that fulfils both categories. What captured me was their specific nestling into a blur of genres, and their appreciation and dedication to art, as well as their lyrics about life and love.

The first live performance of theirs that I watched was purple lake. It was just daniel and donkgyu in a little room, I vividly remember the purple glow of the room, and the multi coloured lights dancing across the walls. Dongkyu had a pair of sunglasses hanging from his shirt. Watching that performance, when the camera pans to dongkyu on the drums, it felt like the whole universe had singled into this one person, fulfilling their passion and translating feelings into sound. I had never been so captivated in this way before.

I started getting more into the lyrics too. I had been a fan of Daniel for a little while before I heard wave to earth so was familiar with his voice and lyrical style from the little snippets of what I understood before. I vividly remember one day, sat at the kitchen table listening to seasons, just recently after its release. I sat there with the lyrics in front of me, and I felt my heart warm a little. A delicate hum of pain and nostalgia which stuck with, and resonated with me so strongly. "I'd give you all my life, my seasons" Listening to songs like light, wave, ride and surf made me fall more in love with life. The link of love and life with the sea and nature fit hand in hand so beautifully. It gives a sense of connection, a grounding feeling, whilst also somehow making me feel like i'm floating in the clouds, my mind completely at peace, even in the middle of a hectic day.

Then as the autumn and winter come, I grativiate to songs such as bonfire and bird. A couple years ago, on my journeys back home from college, I would listen to these songs as the sun set. I shut the door on a difficult day listening to music that made life feel beautiful again. "Bird, how does it feel to fly. Hey bird, do you look down or forward?" These lyrics stuck in my mind, as I felt stuck in the sickening routine my life had back then. Do I look down to my heart, do I look to myself, to this moment, or do I look into the future? How is everyone around me living, how do you see? I felt confused, life was a blur of one day to the next. I would listen so intently, every lyric, every chord. One listen for the lyrics, one for Daniel's voice, one for the drums, one for the bass, one for the harmonies, one for it all together. It was moments of peace in during a messy time. From this, I found one of my big happinesses in life: bass guitar. I was drawn into John Cha's bass lines. I always pondered on which was a favourite. For autumn, I like bonfire, the bass gives a rich yet fluttering feeling, like fireflies dancing in the night. There is a certain part in gold which I adore it's like velvet, so smooth, so deep but also powerful. Then in daisy, in this one break- where often the guitar gets centre stage, there is just this epic breakdown, giving that depth, that almost tangible grip on the song, all the desire and the love just bursts out, and I think its incredible. I came to realise how beatiful bass guitar is. I love the melodic charm of John's playing, the variations during live performances too (I remember learning the term 'bass fills' from his youtube, which I know I probably use incorrectly haha, but just that little extra something special, I love it). I'm not too educated on music, I really only write from the heart, but I feel like John's playing, it really feels like another voice, another vocal, another expression of the lyrics. I never understood music in this way before, so deeply, so interconnected, so beautifully.

From this, music became such a bigger part of my life. I started listening to more instrumental songs, and I gained a whole new outlook on music and instruments. Side B of flaws and all... it really is my everything, that lofi jazz sound they have.. it is everything to me, and sparked my love for a new kind of music. I listen to side A when its sunny and bright out, as well as when my gloomy days need some sunshine. "I'm broken, so take me to the evening glow, and lay me down on the sun, the tender sun" This song, their music, is like a warm ray of sunshine.

So I think about this a lot, as time passes and things change. I feel I have changed and grown, and I look and see their success as a band and see how they have changed and grown and I feel immense happiness. I adore how wave to earth craft their music, their performances, their albums covers. It is always a big creative inspiration in my life. So I just wanted to talk about it, I'm a little bit lost for words, but these days I find myself tearing up thinking about these things so I just wanted to try and express how my heart has been feeling :')

#wave to earth #seasons 100 mil streams?!#i love john cha #kim daniel #shin dongkyu #korean indie #live love music #웨이브투어스

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die-schwanenkoenigin · 3 months

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15 people, 15 questions

Tagged by @dummerjan, thanks so much, friendoooo, you already know I love being tagged ❤️ (also, sorry for taking a few days!!)

1) Are you named after anyone?

2) When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, at work, out of frustration.

3) Do you have kids?

Absolutely not, lol. And I don't want any, either. Too much responsibility, too expensive. (My fiancée doesn't want any, either.)

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to play tennis. I actually played for about... eight years, I think? I never really enjoyed it, though. My coach wasn't great. Besides that, none. I did use to enjoy basketball in school, but never played it outside of PE class.

5) Do you use sarcasm?

Not quite as much as I used to. I actually think I probably use it more in text messages and online than I do in real life these days lol

6) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their face and their, like... vibes? I guess?

7) What's your eye color?

Brown

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I don't like scary movies.

9) Any talents?

I'm really good at languages. I used to speak quite a few. And just in general, I pick things up super fast. I actually finished my apprenticeship/training with an average of 98%, making me the best in the whole of Germany. Oh, and I write fanfic, which I'd say I'm quite okay at?

10) Where were you born?

Quite literally in the middle of Germany (Thuringia).

11) What are your hobbies?

I like to play video games, write fanfic, listen to music, and cross stitch.

12) Do you have any pets?

No. Sometimes I do wish I could have them though.

13) How tall are you?

1.62 m or 5'3"

14) What was your favorite subject in school?

I loved English and French. And German. Mainly grammar and spelling, though. Never been a fan of interpreting and all that 🥵

15) What is your dream job?

See, I wish I knew. It's been ten years this year since I left school, and I've still got no clue what I want to do. I sort of want to be some kind of translator or interpreter or something, but then again... do I? Do I really? I just don't know. And I can't seem to figure it out.

I'm going to tag @agaywithcoffee, @magic-coffee, @agentpolarbear, @awomanontheverge, @sporkmetender, @guardianrock, @wickedheadache, @nachdenklich-tj, @lilolilyr, @dustnfeathers, @farminglesbian, @ramb-of-god, @whodoesnataliehave, @reginasbread and @harrytoad. But as usual, none of those tagged have to do it if they don't want to.

Thanks again for letting me do this! 💕

#dummerjan #<3 #tagged:sk

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OH MY GOODNESS, ANON, I AM SO SORRY! I didn't see a notification about your ask at all! I only found it by clicking on my inbox by mistake! You have my most profound apologies for neglecting you! For this one, I feel like rambing on a bit about Chapter 46!

Spoilers below the cut for folks that haven't caught up to the latest chapter!

Chapter 46 picks up shortly after the end of chapter 45, and is a much more introspective and static chapter than the previous two, which were full of vibrancy, colour, and activity.

For the most part, I wanted this chapter to be about Dagmar and Shral and how they've progressed from the early days - but more importantly, it was an excellent time to address some lingering questions that had been hanging over Dagmar's head for a while now. Dagmar has mentioned that she has a bunch of questions before, but she's never actually managed to find a moment to ask some of them that felt right until now. There is a lingering sense of strong attraction throughout the scene, of giddiness and excitement, but it's balanced with caution and reserve. As much as I had fun writing spicy content for Dagmar and Shral after so long, now wasn't the time for the scene to lean towards that again. This chapter was supposed to be about intimacy without sex.

There's a bizarre and terrifying intensity about letting a new partner undress you for the first time (chapter 45 doesn't quite count), and for some there is a horrible, profound anxiety and sense of vulnerability that comes with that as well. There's a lot of non-verbal checking in, which is just so important, but also there's the way that Shral reaches for her face first above all other options that speaks of a kind of regard that bodes very well for their future. It's very much a deliberate choice on his part.

As the chapter progresses, Dagmar finally asks a very important question, which leads to a much, much overdue conversation between our intrepid heroes. We also see more about the level of insight that Dagmar now has into Shral's character, where before he was still very much a mystery. She's able to puzzle out a lot of his behaviours now, with the help of the bond, but she's also aware that without the fledgling bond she may never have managed. Moreover, Shral is hyperaware of this as well, and was agitated enough about it to conveniently neglect to mention a few small details that provided him with a sense of affirmation without him having to actually ask for it.

“I should have explained at the time,” Shral murmured when she remained quiet, his eyes flicking down and away as his antennae lowered into a posture she hadn’t seen on him before; curled close to his brow in submission. She’d witnessed that positioning before, of course - usually when Thoris was bossing someone around - but never on Shral. Never towards her. He was behaving as though he expected her to be a lot angrier than she was. The fact that she hadn’t reacted according to his expectations seemed to confuse him. “I’m not angry. I could have asked then and I didn’t,” Dagmar began slowly, watching Shral carefully as his antennae perked up and he glanced up at her again. The bond seemed to swell with a feeling she struggled to name, but whatever it was it left the impression of disbelief mingled with several other very complicated feelings. It dimmed considerably when she continued, “but I would like to know why you didn’t say anything.” “Foolishness, mostly,” Shral answered, brutally honest in the quiet of the room, as water dripped and steam curled. “And perhaps a little selfishness.” That last bit caught Dagmar’s interest. “Selfishness?” “I knew you didn’t realise what it meant…” A grimace stole over Shral’s features, but he held her gaze and spoke with that same blunt, upfront tone, trailing off abruptly as if he hadn’t figured out how to finish the sentence yet. That alone was unusual.

For the record, this is not a good behaviour and even Shral recognises that. Dagmar is rightly dismayed by the whole thing. If it had been much more alarming issue being discussed, such as a binding arrangement versus what she flippantly describes as advertising big feelings, she probably would have been justifiably angry about it. The fact that Shral very clearly knows that he was in the wrong both helps his case and hurts it, here. Instead of getting angry, Dagmar takes the time to consider the matter - and her reaction - carefully. This is probably what I love most about Dagmar: she can be reactive under the right circumstances, but she vastly prefers to stop and think things through more often than not. Dagmar tends towards problem-solving over emotional outbursts more often than not, and this conversation is no different.

Instead of choosing the confrontational route, she bypasses it entirely by expressing a gentle, remarkably forgiving sort of disappointment in Shral's choices and proposes an alternate course of action in the future. It's very clear to them both that they need to make an effort to talk more openly at this point.

Not bad! Actually a pretty mature approach to the issue overall! You know, except for the bit where Dagmar conveniently neglects to mention that she's planning on harassing her poor doctor for a basic Andorian sex ed class in a few days, which would explain a lot of her weird behaviours to Shral at that moment.

This is also not ideal behaviour, and in fact rather hypocritical of her. Does Dagmar realise this? No, no she does not.

Shral’s eyes, vividly green and flecked with gold, narrowed shrewdly at her. “Perhaps you should lead by example and elaborate about your experiences with our security checkpoints.”

Shral, of course, immediately turns the tables of Dagmar using her own words against her, and then we come to The Hair Thing.

Shral is understandably dismayed and displeased to learn that his girlfriend basically let the security officers paw at her hair, which is apparently vastly more important to her culturally than he'd previously been aware of, instead of just asking for him to come vouch for her. Worse, she demeans the value of her customs and culture like it doesn't matter - like she doesn't matter - which is blatantly insulting to both of them, really.

“I see.” Shral sighed, and the bond carried a strange kind of weight across the gap between them. It felt heavy, stifling. “I’d better ask if I’ve overstepped similarly, then.”

Then there's the dawning horror of realising that he basically did the same thing not an hour ago. Actually, what he did was probably worse. After all, what would Shral know about it? She's as alien to him as he is to her, after all, and if Dagmar says her hair is supposed to be kept up and away from prying eyes for some sort of alien modesty thing, then he's very probably made some kind of horrendous faux pas by yanking on it during sex. Never mind that she pulled his hair, too (and we will discuss Shral's incredibly slutty hair cut some other time) - he's Andorian. It's not the same.

The scene progresses from there, and we learn a little more about the bond as well. By the end of the chapter we get an idea as to how their dynamic has shifted from this single conversation, just a little, to something just a tiny bit stronger than before.

“Are all Humans so adaptable?” Shral wondered with a narrow slash of a smile, shifting in his seat. Dagmar couldn’t imagine he was particularly comfortable on that footstool after so long - it wasn’t exactly designed for comfortable sitting. “Or are you simply determined to surprise me at every turn?”

By the end of the chapter we've learned that Shral is an uptight, emotionally constipated man who dislikes ambiguity in any form and yet also has a very low confidence level where his ability to predict Dagmar is concerned. He thought she'd be angry with him - she wasn't. He thought she'd uncomfortable with the bond and avoid using it - she wasn't and very clearly didn't. Earlier in Chapter 45, he'd most likely expected to be some kind of celibate for months according to some cursory research on her strange, alien customs - she threw that idea out the window immediately. Even in some of their earliest interactions, Shral's simple prediction that Dagmar would dislike vithi on principle, since Humans seemed somewhat averse to especially bitter things, was completely off. At every turn, Shral fails to entirely predict Dagmar. He can make accurate guesses most of the time, but every now and then shejust randomly jukes left when he anticipates her going right, and it's both utterly maddening and terribly interesting.

Whatever else he might feel at the time, Shral is never bored when Dagmar is around.

Alright, that's it! Ramble: completed! Thanks for the ask, anon! <3

#star trek #emigre by indignantlemur #ask box #andorian #andorians #chapter 46 of emigre by indignantlemur #author's commentary #Dagmar Gunnarssen #Vilashral of Clan Hrisvalar

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give-soup-please · 2 years

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Platonic Prompt!! The reader is a Podcaster and convinces the Narrator to do an episode with them! What happens? :0

Narrator on reader’s podcast

If you give him a mic and tell him there’s an audience listening on the other end, you can bet he’s going to hog it. Doesn’t matter what sort of podcast you’re doing- comedy, horror, news, whatever. He wants as many listeners as possible, so you can bet that he’s going to take over your show.

You’ll be trying to pry the mic out of his hands, or have an additional setup, while he’s on a roll. You thought his rambing was bad before, you haven’t seen anything yet.

“...And that’s why the themes of choice were relevant to my story, and the nature of video games on the whole. It’s quite simple, really, and yet so interlaced with deep meaning-”

“That’s nice, but I believe the question I asked was, ‘How are you doing today?’

“...I was just getting there, reader. I’ll thank you to not interrupt me again.”

I hope you’ve got a good sense of humor and a lot of patience.

Whatever your usual podcast is like, this one ends up being an hour and a half of the narrator talking, rambling about whatever comes to mind.

He gets so excited as you edit your podcast before uploading it. “Oh, just imagine the positive reviews that will come swarming in. Cookie9 will be so impressed!”

You have no idea if Cookie9 listens to your podcasts or not. You hope they don’t, for his sake.

He watches the number counter tick up as your collaborative episode is released. “Ah, yes. Just what I expected. Except I think there are a few zeros missing. Hmm. Must be a glitch.” You don’t have the heart to tell him that most podcast episodes don’t pass the billion listener mark.

Keep him away from any negative reviews you get, or you’ll end up in a situation where he wants to redo it over and over until he’s got 100% audience adoration. The nature of humanity means this will never be possible, and the situation will devolve until it's just him ranting about not receiving the praise he deserves.

Of course, if you show him too many positive reviews, he’ll want to do several more episodes. “This is what the audience wants, reader. Me, talking to them. How could we not give them more?”

If you want peace of mind, keep him away from your show. If you’re looking for something interesting and entertaining, and don’t care about the consequences, let him have free reign. You’ll have a blast.

#the narrator x reader #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #headcanon #tsp #answered ask #stanley parable #narrator #tsp narrator x reader #could be read as platonic or romantic

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 7 months

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Hi, I was reading your Haudrey and Uma one shot and I was thinking if you would do a one shot where Anxelin was nervous about entering a choir at School and Shang Jr was helping to gain confidence by playing his keyboard and started singing. Anxelin was in awe when she heard her male best friend sang, he sounded like an angel. So Anxelin gather courage and sang along with Jr by strumming her guitar. When Anxelin join up for the choir, she sang her mother's song(when will my life begin) and the judges were blown away. When Anxelin came back she told Jr about and excitedly jumped in his arms and hugged him. Then she realized it was her best friend she was hugging. She awkwardly unwrapped herself from Shang's embrace and the both of them laughed.

So this took me an eternity to answer, but here you go! I hope you like it, and that everyone else enjoys too!

...As always, I took some creative liberties, but it mostly matches. Just not exactly.

Anyway, enjoy! ♥♥♥

Anxelin

„And the auditions are tomorrow, it’s barely enough time to practise, I mean I know the song of course I do it’s my mom’s song, but it’s so little time and I’m nervous and school choir probably isn’t for me anyway–“ Anxelin paused her rambing, mostly just to take a breath, and moved her short hair from her eyes. She just cut it and dyed it recently, and it. Kept. Falling. Down.

It was driving her up the hall, really.

And!

What’s worse, Shang Jr, her best friend was laughing. Laughing, would you believe it?!

„Hey!“ she protested that treatment.

„Chill, Anx,“ he told her, raising his hands in mock surrender, „You’ve got it, I’m sure. If you want to join the school choir, you get in. No debate on that one.“

Anxelin breathed in, to start arguing, but she barely got beyond agitated „But–“ when Junior cut her off again.

„No buts!“ he told her, „ “but” isn’t how my mom won the war, or how yours got out of the tower.“

Oh, how Anxelin hated this, hated being compared to her mother’s shining example all the time.

And he knew it, too!

She glared at him.

Which had absolutely no effect, dammit.

„Look, I’m just saying, it’s gonna be fine.“

More glaring, this was not even worthy of an answer.

A pillow flew her way now, and she threw it back at his head. He caught it easily, of course, and laughed. She couldn’t help but laugh too.

„Hey, I’ve got a keyboard over there,“ he said, pointing at the instrument carelessly, „Wanna practice? Might take the anxiety away a bit.“

Anxelin considered this for bit: As much as she hated to admit this, he was probably right. Besides, it beats just sitting around and overthinking.

„Fine, yeah,“ she allowed, „You know the accords?“

Shang was good, she knew, but „When will my life begin“ wasn’t exactly his type of music.

„Obviously, there is not a song in this world or other that I do not know by heart,“ he boasted, before breaking into a laugh.

„Loudmouth,“ she complained.

„I’m googling it now.“

And really, in a moment, the first tones of the song rang through the room. Anxelin let the opening notes pass and then started singing along, trying to channel her mom through her voice, or, well, at least her joy. Her mom was the most joyful person Anxelin knew, one of the two people who could sing praise about doing laundry and moping, the other being Cinderella, of course.

Anxelin sings, lost in the music, and almost doesn’t notice when another voice joins her.

Shang Junior.

He has a voice from <i>heaven</i>.

Her jaw almost drops as she stops singing, listening to her friend instead, but that doesn’t last long. He notices her silence, and lets the song fade into nothing.

„What?“ he asks.

„You sing so well!“ she can barely contain her excitement and awe, „Why didn’t you tell me? You should join the choir!“

He shrugs.

„I don’t sing that well, really, and I enjoy mixing music more. You know I’m a DJ.“

She knows that, of course. But still, her face falls as she sucks at the inside of her cheek. „Hmm,“ she manages to murmur noncommittally.

Shang plays a single dissonant note on the keyboard.

„Stop it, sunshine,“ he tells her, and she makes a face at that, „I don’t want to be in the choir, but you do, and you totally got this. You’ve got an amazing voice, and you know the song.“

„Yeah but–“

„No but, Anxelin. You go to the auditions tomorrow and blow them away, hear me?“

Well, Anxelin isn’t too sure about that; she tells him he should go with her, to make up for showing off just now.

He laughs at her, gets another pillow in his face, and then promises.

They even go over the song another few times before Anxelin has to leave for her own room, and by that time, she’s feeling reasonably sure of herself.

Unfortunately, that changes before the auditions roll around, and her anxiety is getting better of her again. She’d rather stay holed up in her room forever than–

„Anxelin!“ Pounding at the door cuts off her spiral, „Open up!“

„Go away!“ she yells at her best friend.

„If you don’t open in half a minute, I’m breaking the door, and you know I can do that!“

She reluctantly opens the door, already making a face at Junior.

But since he’s here, well, she lets him drag her out, more or less, only hissing death threats and curses for about a minute, which is her personal record.

But now they’re in front of the door, and Anxelin stops.

„I’m doing this,“ she tells herself, trying to calm the bundle of nerves in her stomach, „I’ve got this.“

„Absolutely, girl, go get them.“

She walks through the door, and when she turns around, Shang flashes her a quick thumbs-up and a smile.

As she waits for her turn, she does a few breathing exercises her dad taught her, and before she can knows, she is standing in front of the judges, and the opening notes are playing.

Last deep breath–

And then she is singing.

She lets the melody carry her away, the melody and the memory of her mom’s smile and hugs and the stories she told. With that on her mind, Anxelin stands up a little straighter, and closes her eyes for a moment.

A shiver runs down her spine as the song grows into an anxious staccato and she remembers the eyes of Mother Gothel, staring at her from the portrait mom painted–

She shakes that away, her short black hair flying around her face. Her hair, yes, she’s not her mother, she is Anxelin, and she’s auditioning for the school choir.

The song is just about ending, and Anxelin looks at the judges as she finishes. The last notes echo for a bit, the room frozen in silence, before the jury breaks up into an applause and blinding smiles.

„Congratulation, Anxelin Fitzherbert,“ one of them tells her, „You’re officially in the school choir of Auradon Prep. Practice is every Wednesday and Friday, from six o’clock.“

Anxelin barely hears anything beyond the first word, and she can barely contain her excitement. She got in!

She did it!

„We’re looking forward at you,“ tells her another one of the judges, and she barely manages to nod along and not jump in the place from excitement. She flaps her hands just a little, and practically runs out of the room as soon as she can.

She falls around Shang’s neck; „I did it!“ she cries out, „I’m in the choir!“

„I know, I heard you, you were awesome!“ Shang matches her excitement and admirably doesn’t flinch away even though she just more or less screamed directly into his ears, and just now Anxelin realises how tightly she is clinging to her best friend.

„Sorry!“ she giggles nervously, letting go of him and stepping away from him.

„Don’t be!“ he laughs too, and then they’re laughing together, the last of her nerves flooding away.

She did it!

And he helped her and supported her so much –

„Thanks!“ she manages to thank him in between the fits of giggles.

#disney descendants #fluff #anxelin #shang jr #I’m not renaming him for one fic that’s too much mental effort sorry

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