#left out the face because hhhhh

[odessastone]

NEW LIFEWEAVER AND SYMMETRA LORE BITS FROM "REBUILDING RUINS"

So I got my copy of Heroes Ascendant today and THERE WERE SO MANY GOOD LITTLE MOMENTS IN THIS STORY I MUST gush I MUST

So here are some new bits of Symmetra and Lifeweaver lore that we got! I bolded my personal favorite ones. 😚

(spoilers!)

Satya and Niran "grew up together" as friends, so they were friends in childhood too, not just at a teen or university age.

Apparently when Satya would get overstimulated and need recovery time, Niran would keep people away from their room and tell them she was sick so she didn't have to face anyone 😭

He also used to hang out and watch her practice her dancing for hours on end, without ever getting tired of it.

Satya considered (possibly still considers) Niran her closest friend.

Niran is late to everything (CALLED this one). He's even late for their meeting LOL

"He looked good. Satya almost wished he didn't." Bits like this are going to feed my Symweaver ass for YEARS

Satya is (still) extremely hurt by Niran leaving all those years ago, and perceives it as him having left her, not just Vishkar. She still misses him dearly, even though they've been apart for eleven years.

Speaking of which, being apart for eleven years means Niran was twenty when he left the Academy. For all you fellow fic authors out there 😊

Satya's autism is stated, full-out, no dancing around it or talking about being on "the spectrum". They flat out say "her autism" in a sentence. Cool!

One of Niran's first questions upon reconnecting with Satya is if Vishkar is mistreating her, if she needs help. Of course she denies this, but...

Niran can read Satya's emotions without her saying them, and even while thinking she's hiding them 😭 Several times throughout the story she's surprised because he cuts right through her stoic bullshit and gets right to how she feels about something.

The Architech Academy was really overwhelming for Satya, and it sounds like they made no effort to accommodate her needs. Unsurprising, considering they didn't accommodate Niran's, either.

Vishkar fiercely discouraged her from stimming, instilling in her a fear of looking "immature, or distracted, or rude, or strange".

She gave a speech at graduation, then had to spend a full week in bed afterward to recover from all the stress. And there was no Niran to guard her by then ☹

Even now, she finds many things about Vishkar overstimulating and uncomfortable, such as her uniform's fabric, and her living quarters.

Satya called Niran "Bua" way back when, possibly the first person to use the nickname for him. Partway through the story the narration (from Satya's POV) actually switches to calling him that, which is cute.

The Arcology seems to have uh, basically no real protection against attacks... Null Sector just shows up on a train and starts blasting lol. This is something I address in my fic The Light You Deserve, so it was kinda funny to see that I was right in predicting that.

She feels comfortable enough around Niran by the end to stim around him without realizing it (apparently she taps her fingers together and twirls her hands in circles, I guess kind of like flapping). She immediately stops and is embarrassed when he points it out, but Niran encourages her instead. She then uncertainly stims in front of him, growing more relaxed and confident as she lets herself do so (this had to be my favorite part of the story).

Toward the end they double down on Satya's belief that she can change Vishkar from the inside (girl....) but then at the VERY end, Niran suggests she look more into the founder of Vishkar and his ideals, and then says that "The Arcology will be delighted to have you". SHE MIGHT DEFECT TO THE ARCOLOGY IN CANON AND BE WITH NIRAN HHHHH AAAA sorry this was supposed to be an unbiased list I'm cool I'm cool

AAAAAA I'M NOT COOL I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THIS WAS EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE WANTED IN A STORY BETWEEN THEM okay minus the random Null Sector attack tbh that was weird

Anyway the very last line says that Satya now has "whenever she needed it, a friend to return to". So they're definitely gonna interact more going forward!!

#overwatch #lifeweaver #niran pruksamanee #symmetra #satya vaswani #overwatch heroes ascendant #overwatch spoilers

[strwbmei]

Silverwolf who games too much one day and it takes a toll on her the next day. She’s all drowsy the whole day, just mumbling incoherent responses to whatever the hell you’re saying but at this point she can’t focus or comprehend what’s being said to her. The only time she actually manages to somewhat take in what you’re saying, she fails to notice the…atmosphere. She fails to notice you placing her on the soft plushy surface of your shared bed. She fails to notice your lingering touches all over her body and…is that the sound of clothes ruffling?? As much as her mind is in the clouds, she can feel your hands gliding around her waist ending up at..the waistband of her shorts..Everything else ends up being a blur, but what she does remember? The certain feeling of being filled up, while clutching on a pillow with half lidded eyes clouded with tears. <3

HHHHH SILVERWOLF IS 👿👿👹👹👺👹👺👹

cw:sleepy sex

Imagine using Silverwolf as a fleshlight, pulling her shorts down and her panties aside to find that she's already wet and sticky for you because even though her mind is all foggy, her body still wants you :(( She's all too familiar with what's gonna happen to her next, but she can't resist nor does she want to.

Within what felt to her like a few moments, you had Silverwolf arching her back; face down ass up— unable to process anything but the way you're pounding into her. Her moans are all whiny and weak from how sleepy she is and how good it feels, and it sounds heavenly. Silverwolf feels so good, and as much as she tries to tell you— her words only come out as incoherent mumbling, much like earlier.

Poor girl is so sleepy, yet she doesn't want to miss a single moment of you fucking her. Silverwolf will get loud and whiny when she's going to cum; no strength left to keep herself quiet because it just feels so good. By the 2nd or 3rd orgasm, she'll be all tired and spent while unconsciously moving to meet your thrusts because she still wants more. There's nothing Silverwolf craves more than the feeling of her holes filled by you, just like they were supposed to be as she's unable to do anything but lay there and take it.

╰┈➤ taglist ; @blue-spices , @fvrina , @dukemira , @sensanctuary , @large-octahedron , @sinsmockingbird , @teethoftheeditor

#・❥・strwb inbox #・❥・strwb drabbles #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #hsr #smut #hsr x reader #x reader #silverwolf #silverwolf honkai star rail #silverwolf hsr #silverwolf smut #silverwolf x reader

[yaboyhoney]

Great! hhhhh its been awhile since ive seen more pkmn swsh raihan and piers x reader !

May i request raihan x piers x gn!reader where raihan and piers are like dating but suddenly has feelings for gn!reader and wanted to work things out with them? Like the reader was like their wingman or something in the past and now they just want the reader as their third!

Hopefully this works for you! Take your time! i have like another request but if its okay i’ll get to you once you’re done ! Hopefully it isnt too much pressure! thank you so much!

Raihan x GN Reader x Piers!

Everyone's got that same question to ask you, how did YOU date both Raihan and Piers, two of Galar's regions most sought after influencer boyfriends? Those two were always known as an exclusive set, having not sought after anyone in consecutive years!

Well first off the whole reason why the two idiots even started dating each was directly because of your influence.

Before you were put in the spotlight of dating two of Galar's well known leaders, you basically helped Piers get the courage he needed to confess to Raihan, having been his friend prior to his gym leader career.

Piers would always sigh and lament, forlornly staring out the rainy weather out from his room that he had fallen into a sort of, Beauty and the Beast situation.

Piers had his eye on Raihan for a while since both were picked to be gym leaders at around the same time from a list of candidates. The two were known to be close friends at the time, but after they became gym leaders, both of them had grown distant.

Piers took it as some kind of puppy love crush that he had on Raihan but it's clear that he never really got over it.

So you being the little investigative twerp you are, you decide to befriend Raihan to get to know him as well. Raihan agrees to be your friend cheerfully but you start to note that he asks a lot of questions about Piers.

How is he? Is he doing alright?

You ask Raihan why he cares about Piers though they don't speak anymore and Raihan reveals a secret about the selection process of being gym leaders.

Spikemuth is known to be the least popular city in all of Galar because there's no stadium to dynamax there.

There seems to be something more to this story though. You investigate and question your two friends a bit more about what happened.

On Raihan's side, when they were both selected to be gym leaders, Piers brushed him off and left him without closure.

On Piers' side, he thought Raihan looks down on him/pities him for being Spikemuth's leader after overhearing the other candidates complain about Spikemuth. He never willingly chose to be Spikemuth's leader but once he was selected he had to do something to help the locals, which led to his music career down the line. Due to his position, Piers was misled into thinking that Raihan thinks ugly of him.

You get the two idiots in the same room and just get them to talk.

Their dating starts off slow and steady, it had been a couple of years since they last saw each other outside of work, but they eventually did become an item because of your encouragement.

But eventually, they start asking you to tag along to their dates. You're weirded out by it but they're your friends so why not. You're more than happy to spend time with them, even if it's on their date.

but then they happen more often. The three of you together.

You eat together, you play together, you take care of your Pokemon together, it all starts becoming very domestic.

On an afternoon when you're sitting down, with the two coming to join you, you openly ask, "Hey are we dating," and Raihan immediately goes, "Yes."

You immediately turn your head to look at both of them. "Well it would have been nice if either of you told me!!!!" You start hurling sofa pillows at them. Raihan starts laughing while Piers immediately starts apologizing.

Since you couldn't decide who you should kiss first, they decide for you. Piers on your left, Raihan on your right, kissing your face cheeks at the same time.

#raihan x reader #piers x reader #raihan x piers #my writing #pokemon x reader #this was very silly to write but let's be real raihan might really pull something like that

[poppy-metal]

the thought of steve cumming in ur ass.. and then it seeps out… and then steve smears it everywhere.. and then eddie licks a stripe up ur ass… to clean up…. hhhhh….

the way you'd be left gaping </3 its disgusting, when steves fat cock slips free from your clenching hole, it all floods out like a wave. sticky white cum gushing out and down your thighs, and you can't even hide it because you're knees are folded up by just one of steves big hands, your back to his chest. spread wide for eddie to see the view.

"oh my god." you whine when your hole makes a gross gurgling sound, like a wet squelch, the second the head pops free from your entrance. "oh my god, s-stop, l-looking."

"not a chance in hell of that, sweetheart." eddie says. hes on his knees in front of you but he moves to lay down so he's on his stomach, eye level with your pulsing rim that's still leaking steves cum. "shit. that's a sloppy hole."

"eddie...." you whine, jump when steves other hand comes down and you feel his fingers around your damp hole, smearing his cum around your tight rosebud. "steve!"

"hush, honey." steve tuts, kissing the side of your head, "you just let me fuck your ass and cum inside it, 's'not really the time for modesty."

he's right but. they have to make a already gross situation even messier.

eddie establishes that when his fingers join steves, and your toes curl and your face burns when he hooks to fingers on either side of your gaping rim, holding it open. you feel another wave of cum wanting to spill out but you clench down.

"dont do that." eddie says. "push it out. give me all of it."

you whine and shake your head, and you feel steves chest rumble behind you in a chuckle, "listen to him, baby. let me feel you leak it down my balls. s'what i want, s'what we want. you wanna give us what we want, don't you?"

"if you don't." eddie says, seriously. "im gonna lick it out of you."

#ask #one thing abt me is i love gross sex #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #eddie spaghetti

[chilschuck]

Can i request for chilchuck react to reader who like to daydream and after he tell the reader he is married, the reader keep spacing out more often out of sadness and they also try to avoid interacting with him much so she can move on. But laios and the other think it's normal since she always avoid interacting with people ( the reader interact with chilchuck more after falling in love with him )

Do you think he will notice? (ಥ﹏ಥ) (ಡ‸ಡ)

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WAHHHH ANON this is such a good concept and made my heart hurt…… i ended up adding some comfort to it because if you’re like me, you need it after reading angst!! :”)))

— OF COURSE: chilchuck x gn!reader.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ sfw + hurt/comfort! might be a lil ooc, lol.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 941

✦ i hope this turned out okay!! i made it shorter than my other drabbles by accident but it felt good to end it where it did. i kind of changed the prompt a lil but only because i wanted to give you guys some love from chil still. (;;;w;;;) i’m honestly worried this turned out bad…. hhhhh. i’m so sorry if it’s not what you wanted. ;;; i still hope you enjoy!!! <333

He knew something was wrong.

It wasn’t difficult to see that you had started avoiding him. Even your gaze refused to meet his own for longer than it had to. Your constant spacing out and stares at the floor said all he needed to hear: you were upset.

It only seemed to get worse when you overheard his talk about reconciling with his wife, any hope you had shattering into a thousand pieces in front of you. From then on, you didn’t smile unless you felt you had to. The thick silence you left in your wake was suffocating, and Chilchuck wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

The other members in the party took it as if you were being your usual spacey self, and didn’t draw any attention to the issue. This only made Chilchuck feel worse; he definitely noticed the change.

You used to hang back with Chilchuck and talk with him constantly, sharing little tidbits about yourselves or chatting mindlessly. Things seemed to come easily when it came to you... Too bad he only realized this now.

The smiles you gave him, the eyes full of affection, the lingering touches… It stung that they were no longer a part of his everyday life. Instead, the sadness that ate at you only bled through to your face, into your actions, and into your silence. It was unfamiliar and unbearable at the same time… Especially with the way you’d closed up further.

Chilchuck wasn’t stupid; he knew you harbored some sort of feelings for him. He wasn’t sure if that made this hurt more than it would otherwise. You were obviously distancing yourself from him, further proving his point that inner party relationships were trouble. Yet, there wasn’t any anger or resentment in his chest towards you. If anything, this was a misunderstanding between the two of you.

Calling your name, he approached you almost apprehensively. The recoil you gave made that familiar sharp pain in his chest reappear. Blurting out an excuse, you made your presence scarce. And just like that, you left him alone again.

Of course he noticed. If anything, he hoped that it was all some sort of miscommunication. Sure, he wanted to reconnect with his estranged wife, but… That’s what they were: estranged childhood sweethearts that grew apart. Along with their love, their relationship changed. Things weren’t something he could fix, and his old flame knew that too. But he hoped more than anything they could sort through their differences and still be at least friends.

Of course you didn’t know. There was no way for you to know, or have known his true intentions. Like everything else he tried to bury deep down, you were fading from his life. Chilchuck couldn’t seem to let this one go, to let you go.

So he chased after you. For once in his life, he decided to not swallow these feelings down. He knew there was only so much he could bury, only so much he’d want to bury. You didn’t deserve that, and he needed you to give him those smiles again. To give him those gazes full of adoration and those tender but fleeting touches…

You didn’t pull your hand out of his immediately. Instead, when he called your name again this time, you turned. Chilchuck swallowed.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

Surely there was a better thing to ask at this moment, but your lip quivered nonetheless. A deep sigh leaving you, your gaze met with the floor again.

“…So it’d stop hurting.” Was all you replied, the weight of those words knocking the air out of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but you raised a hand to silence him.

“This is for the best... I hope you understand.” Your voice used to never sound so broken. It was soft in a way that he’d never heard before. You had truly given up on this, and he can’t say he blames you. He’d have given up on himself, too.

But he can’t let himself fall into that same cycle of self-pity. Not again, he assured himself, reaching up to grab a fist full of your top and pulling you down to meet his eyes. “Let me explain this to you. Please. I… I’m not going back to her because of the reason you think.” Chilchuck hadn’t heard himself this pleading in so long. He felt pitiful, and he suddenly remembered why he doesn’t like being vulnerable.

You couldn’t stop your head from nodding a yes to his request, that spark of hope trying to ignite once again in your chest. Trying to snuff it out, you waited patiently for him to continue.

And so he did. Baring it all to you, he decided this would be another step towards being more open with himself. Maybe you’d see him as pathetic for this, but he tried to piece the words together as congruent as possible. The feelings he had for her distinguished with the years spent apart and even some of the time spent together. This whole time he’s been sure that he just wanted to right the wrongs he did, and move on. Hopefully with you, when all this was over.

Of course you said yes. You listened, and with every word that left him, the flame within you rekindled. You weren’t sure what to say for a moment, besides giving a light laugh in relief. Even Chilchuck exhaled a brisk chuckle, scratching the back of his head in nervous habit. He’s not sure he could ever get used to this whole “telling your true feelings” thing.

But for you, he’d try.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <333

#⟡ lilia writes! 🌿 #trying to get better at hurt/comfort #and this may be terrible bc i’m so brain fried rn gdhfjfjhj #but i thought maybe you’d want some chil loving too :’))) #chilchuck x reader #chilchuck tims x reader #dunmeshi x reader #dungeon meshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader

[sweet-sixteen-kraang-birthday]

i have to say it was so crazy of mujin to decided he’ll kill her. like he saw no way out and so he decided it’d be better to kill her by his hand than to see her dead by disembered or however u spell it. like the way he walked towards her hhhhh and how aengcho didn’t even KNOW the reason first. like what was she thinking when he stabbed her, hhhhhhh like I remember when she says “did u deceive me to get the spell book” the pain of betrayal of in her face god. and how when he stabs her she’s shocked n she goes “whoever kills me… gets cursed….” like that’s the last thing she wanted for him. goddd. what abt the whole HE KILLED U

I wonder what she thought before he told her they’d kill her by disemembered or however u spell it 😭😭😭 did she feel so betrayed, goshhhhh. this hurts. aengchooooo. n gosh. goshhhh. the way she reaches her bloody hand towards him and presses it against his cheek n how it haunts him still in the present though jang shinyu doesn’t remember.

n I think it is hilarious how jfjfjfj when help hongjo remembers that moment she only focuses on the whole “I cursed him” TBF she didn’t care at all abt it fjjfjfjf she only cared abt how she loved jang shinyu, some past life that might be true be damned but she couldn’t shake off the whole curse thing cuz it’s giving him pain right now and he might die because of it n that person in that past might have been her n eun wol halmoni tells her nothing ends before it dies n Hongjo can’t bare to see shinyu die when she knows she (or her past self) was responsible for it even though T.T it was mujin who self inflicted the curse on himself WHO MADE THE CHOICE TO KILL HIS BELOVED BY HIS HAND THAN TO DIE OTHERWISE N TO BARE THE CURSE which I still think is so insane n hot of him to do<3 though man. aengcho. AENGCHO.

how hongjo says she remembers the pain well heckkkkkkkkk aengcho. T.T mujin should have been nicer n at least given her a more painless death like wtf bro. but I suppose he was thinking there no other choices left… like lmao they were pressed on all corners. i wonder if he thinks back on that moment a lot afterwards n wonders if he could have changed anything. if he could have made any choice that didn’t lead to that. if he didnt run off with the spell book. if he didn’t leave her be — maybe they could have ran away, maybe she didn’t have to die. maybe he —

a lot of maybes…..

#destined with you #THEYRE ALL SUCHHH A MESSSS #n I love them dearly<3 #yuki talks dwy

[the-gentleman-pining]

Decided to rewatch OFMD S2 eps 1-3 and actually jot down my thoughts as I go! Oh what fun! Ngl this is mostly for me babes but if you enjoy it that's neat ❤️

Episode 1: Impossible Birds

Stede bearded in his dream could just be playing to swashbuckling archetypes for funsies, but is it some lingering wish that he was more masculine?

Con O'Neil truly graceful about it with the sword huh

"WHERE IS HE. WHERE'S ED?" Stede seeing Izzy as the thing that is keeping Ed from him when he's the one that left lol ok

His idealised version of Ed doesn't hold him accountable either. My mans doesn't want to face what he did at all!!

His first words to Ed in his letter are reassuring him that the crew are safe, as if he doesn't remember that Ed marooned them and left them for dead on purpose??

I know it's meant to be funny but Jackie was a bit of a sex pest toward Swede at first and the power dynamic was a bit 🫤 Glad he was into it in the end!

WHY DOES WEE JOHN SLAM THE HEAD OF THE ONE WHO GOT STABBED INTO THE TABLE INSTEAD OF THE ONE WHO STABBED THEM?? 😂

Stede truly is unphased by people being assholes to him and I just,,, respect it.

Ricky your vibes are strange and unsettling

Who in their right mind would have an ocean wedding in the golden age of piracy?? I know they probs didn't know it was the golden age of piracy while they were in it but STILL

Ed looks so dead behind the eyes 😭 Just going through the motions eh buddy?

Dressed up like the book Blackbeard I see. God he's trying so hard to inhabit this character.

I would die for Archie. Truly the himbo we need in these depressing angst riddled times.

Jim asking someone else how they're bottling things up?? Hello?? Who are you and what have you done with Jim?? Aren't you the bottling up Master? Olu bewitched you too good and now you've unlocked Feelings 😔

"He's actually a good guy" Stede babygirl did we actually forget the marooning???

I have so much I could say about how Izzy and Blackbeard's relationship has deteriorated hhhhh,,,, Izzy is a problem child but I'm so glad the story is crashing towards his character actually growing and changing. In season 1 he at least got the crumbs Ed would throw him like "I need you here", now he's only getting abuse and maybe he's throwing himself at it because he recognises he had a part to play in reaching this point and believes he deserves it.

Fang's delivery on "how you doing Izzy" will keep me warm and fed all winter. Masterclass in approaching someone, truly tender and genuine but not too pressuring. God.

That second "unhand me" hhh the panic of realising you're going to start crying if the situation continues

Con is gonna rip my heart out and eat it this season if I'm not careful

Labour exploitation Jackie what a girlboss x

Why does "you'll be having a lot of breakfastseses together" sound so ominous though 😭 Smeagol Jackie my worstie...

Stede doing Blackbeard Voice is adorable but damn he really doesn't believe that he made Ed's life better. Like how??? Why doesn't Stede equate happiness with better? Ed was explicitly happier around you ya dingus!

Swede deserves his married bliss so much. The crew can be so mean to him!!

"What am I to you" and "I have... love for you" are said so softly I'm gonna be sick,, Izzy you fucked it by wrestling this man into this particular coping mechanism and your tenderness is coming wayyyy too late. Heartbreaking tbh cause the guy didn't know how else to help Ed and now he's realising it could have been different. Sick and twisted little dynamic I'm eating it like good soup.

Definitely supposed to be taken that Izzy didn't realise "talk it through" was a Stedeism as he said it but godddd you idiot dude

Once again god bless you Archie I'd die for you

Fang I want to rescue you hhhhhh my hot topic fashionista must be so dehydrated from all these tears!!!

No way in hell Ed expected anything else out of Izzy's mouth than something about Stede, but god I wish the guy had just payed attention to Frenchie shaking his head. The catharsis of saying the quiet part out loud wasn't worth your leg, man.

"Start by cleaning up that mess"... yeah we def see Ed is killing people himself again but outsourcing the Big Job on Izzy makes sense. He's also exactly the kind of self sabotager atm that would know Frenchie won't do it, and he's looking for reasons to Be Worse.

Indigo heist my beloved. Fuck those hammies up!! I love how loud Black Pete was omg 😂

Oh fuck off Ricky I know you're a S1 Stede mirror but you're doing it detestably

Roach why is your instinct to immediately put the blue dirt on your face darling

Zheng Yi Sao completely unphased by Jackie is giving me so much delight

Sexy Dutchman 😭😂 Jackie never change

I love that Zheng Yi Sao is taking the whole crew on just to have her lil Olu moment, get it girl

TENDER JIM IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM THEY'VE COME SO FAR. I LOVE THEIR BIG SMILE 😭 (also Archie is so wholesome what is she DOING here???)

Ed oh my god you're not alright at ALL

Frenchie's quiet "sounds like a plan" is just so... painful. The acting this season is off the charts.

When Roach asked if they were in soup now I thought he was referring to the ocean as soup I'm an idiot 😭

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward teach

[chaioticcoffee]

A/N: what no I'm not cringing at this

listen idk what this is I'm sorry if its wonky I made it on a whim I'm 💀💀💀 also I KNOW that I'm gonna be back to edit this like at least 10 times BUT SHHH

we dont talk abt the fact that I wrote this even tho I convinced myself that Tech isnt dead

on another note, I'll go back to ignoring canon now

again, sorry if there are any english mistakes hhhhh

Reunited in Death

Tech x Jedi!Reader (gender not specified)

_______________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

He didn't know where he was, really. It seemed like a void, but bright.

The last thing he remembered, he had collided with the hard ground after severing the connection hinge. It was painful, but the agony also went away swiftly, leaving behind a faint phantom pain.

His only logical conclusion was that perhaps he was alive, but most likely in some sort of coma and his mind has trapped him in here.

"Hello, my love." His thoughts were interrupted once he heard an all too familiar voice from behind him and he turned around swiftly to assess whether he should be concerned about the issue or not.

You could see his eyes widen behind his goggles when his eyes finally caught yours, those same eyes he hasn't seen ever since Order 66 came through.

"(Y/N)?" Now he was convinced that his mind was playing tricks on him.

The calculating and searching for an answer to this situation was very visible on his face and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle. He's still the same, even if he looked more tired. "The Force works in mysterious ways, do you remember that?"

"I... do.. However, I am.. not force-sensitive, as are you and the rest of the Jedis." Stars, hearing just how lost Tech seemed at that moment, it truly broke your heart.

"The statement still stands, cyare." You take a couple steps towards him.

"So... I am truly dead, then?"

A breath.

"Yes."

His eyes shift to his feet first, before slowly moving to look behind him, as if he could still see his squad behind him, Hunter's hand on his shoulder and his brothers and his sister looking at him with the same smile they had once they found that peaceful place of Pabu and saw Omega finally having fun.

He is once again brought back from his racing mind when he feels you take both of his hands in yours, your body in front of him, facing him.

"Tech, you did wonderful, okay? There's nothing you could have done otherwise. They're going to be okay, I know it. Now it's time for you to finally rest, and calm your mind."

Your arms circle around his waist, and Tech is unsure how to react. Is this real? Why was this happening? Was this really you? How was he supposed to believe this? How was he supposed to rest, when he knew the empire still have Crosshair, when he left his family behind? Everything was just so much to process at once, even for someone like Tech.

So Tech focused on the only for he did know. And that one thing, was that you were here with him, holding him and speaking to him after all this time apart. He will think about rest when his mind is clearer, no matter if you're real or not, because right now, you were the only thing grounding him.

So he returns your embrace, buries his face in into your shoulder, and finally allows himself to breathe.

#tbb #tech #tbb tech #the bad batch tech #the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #tech x reader #tech x you

[floofanflurr]

Hi, have y'all seen the master list of Heart on the Table fanart recently?? We just got some new additions!!!

The absolutely wonderful and amazing @sunsestart made art for Heart on the Table (chapters 8 and 19) and it has DESTROYED ME. Here's a link to the master post. And here's the art for Chapter 8 (tw blood/injury) and Chapter 19.

These link to the image address as they aren't posted online. I am sharing them here with Sun's full permission!

Ramble about their amazing art under the cut:

OKAY SO. Chapter 8 art to start.

This is just GORGEOUS. And heartbreaking. So, so heartbreaking. You got all of the emotions that I wanted to convey in the scene, and I am OBSESSED with how you draw expressions. GOSH the tears in Papyrus's sockets and the way his brow bones and teeth are positioned are just. PAIN. He's so hurt and in shock. Like, I can FEEL his panic and shock and hurt from this.

And the COLORS!??!?! DAMN. Just the spots of red for Frisk's SOUL and the blue for Undyne's spears just really makes it pop and just... ties it together so well. It's so VISCERAL.

AND THE POSING. GOSH Papyrus's right (his right, our left??) hand DESTROYS ME. I cannot look away. Just... how did you convey in just one little hand how terrified he is to touch them? Because holy heck he just screams "I don't know where to touch or what to do without breaking them more."

And Frisk's expression. They're so HURT and gosh just. The shading over their eyes and their injuries... just. YOU GOT THE SPEAR THAT SKIMMED THEIR CHEEK!?!??! THIS IS PAIN. /pos I'M STILL FREAKING OUT OVER THIS.

ALSO THE INJURIES ON THEIR SIDE! IT'S ALSO THE Same one I gave them in story!!! This is brilliant, you are brilliant. Stars, I'm never going to emotionally recover from this. ALSO ALSO I adore the way you weight the lines. And the BLOOD. There's not a lot but it's so well done.

Gosh, I'm going to cry seeing Frisk's little hand in Papyrus's.

Everything about this. I adore. SO much. It's just got pain and tension and heartbreak and disbelief and desperation in every line. HHHHHHHHHH.

AND THE CHAPTER 19 ART!!! GOSH. MY HEART.

(I keep wanting to call it chapter 20 and I have no idea why.)

HHHGH. This whole thing. Just. This small strip of comic has the most palpable tension I've ever seen in a comic. The use of the exclamation marks and ellipses just really really really shows first the shock and then the pause before it all goes to hell.

And DAMN I love the angles and the poses so much. AND THE EXPRESSIONS. Holy heck I love the way you do expressions. Frisk's little smile and wave contrasting with Papyrus's slightly open mouth and brow bone quirked just so to show his shock/worry/distress right before it all hits him.

And then the close up panels on Papyrus and Undyne's faces- just-

HHHHH. The shadows across their eyes and the drops of sweat just. It makes it so that I'm really just. Feeling just as much tension as they probably are. Undyne clearly knows she's in a bit of deep shit, and Papyrus is just... processing. (and is not having a fun time while he takes in the sight in front of him.)

Also just. I love the way you do Undyne's fins. And Frisk's hair. And Undyne and Frisk in general. Also Papyrus's scarf and face and-

Okay I just love how you draw these characters so much. I wish to consume your art. GOSH I love your style.

And I also love how you have Papyrus's hand on the door and his pose. It really helps build the scene and to see that he had JUST opened the door.

Also I love the slight angle on the close up of Undyne since it's so dynamic. This whole thing is incredibly dynamic. It's a series of three still frames, but it doesn't feel like it. It feels almost like a scene from a video. They just flow into each other so well. You are just. So skilled at what you do.

And the line weights and the shadings and just- I will consume. I wish to consume. Entirely.

Thank you so so so much for making these wonderful pieces and allowing me to share them. I will never emotionally recover. The death sounds I made when I first saw them.... (You missed the worst of them when I saw the second one.)

It took me like a solid - 6 minutes(?) after I saw the first piece to stop vibrating and spinning and wheezing enough to type a response.

Also, cuz I saw someone ask this once and now I'm always curious- what was your favorite things about each of these that you made? Like what you did with the pieces. (Only if you want to answer of course!)

Just. Thank you so much. I'm gonna go stare at these some more now, thank you.

#undertale #heart on the table

[successeurdiamant]

Alear and Diamant.

Secret relationship.

Stolen moments and discrete kisses.

Titles dropped behind closed doors.

hhhhh YES

i really love the idea of this sort of relationship between them so i'm very excited to explore this dynamic. i wrote it as a bit more of a physical relationship because i saw this as the main appeal of a secret relationship~ but if you want something a bit more romantic feel free to drop that in the requests too!

context: this is far, far before the pact ring because nearing the end of the war would probably be a reasonable time to have a public relationship, but not right at the beginning when they first meet at Brodia castle because that would just be scandalous... right?

(gender neutral reader / alear, assume m!alear is a griffin knight for this one part later)

It had been several weeks since you'd met the Crown Prince Diamant of Brodia. And it had also been about several weeks that you'd started to see him secretly. It was about as much of a whirlwind romance as one could be, the "love at first sight" sort which starts out hot and heavy, getting to know each other's bodies better than each other at first. That first day you met at Brodia Castle, your stolen glances communicated better than mere words could. And they were effective, at that- culminating into a quiet, breathless necking session against the brick wall of one of the concealed training areas in Brodia Castle. Behind some crates of equipment and away from prying eyes, your back against the brick wall, hands gripping at his broad, muscular shoulders. His forearm pressed against the wall above you, his other hand on the back of your head, gloved fingers laced haphazardly through your hair. Neither of you had spoken words beyond formalities at that stage, so it was incredible how he was so comfortable addressing your unspoken wants. And for Diamant, someone normally so rational and level-headed, this arrangement was certainly not how he'd envisioned any romance of his would begin, but he wasn't about to complain- not when the rush of adrenaline from kissing you lit up all his senses, not when the feeling of you drove him this wild, not when your lips tasted as good as they did.

But like any whirlwind romance involving two high-profile figures, it wasn't wise to announce right away as it would only welcome gossip or slander. And so you'd both come to an agreement that it would be better to keep this as your little secret, at least for the time being. This meant coming up with some ground rules to prevent slipping up. Ensuring that you continued to use one another's titles, avoiding public intimacy at all costs, and avoiding spending excessive amounts of time around each other. It wasn't exhaustive, but it would help mitigate the risk of being caught.

Perhaps the fact that your relationship was kept a secret was what kept stoking the flames of your passionate romance to a fervent roar. Whatever the case, it was impossible to keep your eyes-- and your hands-- off of him. The tingling rush you felt from addressing each other as "Prince Diamant" or "Divine One" as if all were normal, knowing that just hours before you'd been gasping out his name.

One of your favorite of Diamant's is when he gives you this smoldering gaze during strategic meetings with the other royals, which lasts only for a split second while you're talking, but you know exactly what it means. It only happened very, very rarely, if the tension was that high between you, but whenever it did you'd find a way to excuse yourself and he'd meet you out in the hallway just moments after, where he'd immediately shove you up against the wall and crush his lips against yours, hard enough that you'd be left gasping. Then you'd have to excuse yourself for just a little longer, or you'd probably reenter that room with your face completely flushed. Diamant was better at keeping his composure, so he would usually return to the meetings first. Your secretive escapades only made your relationship feel more exciting and forbidden, the way every private and heated moment with him was seized away from other arrangements.

A slightly morbid realization you had was realizing you'd conditioned yourself to anticipate your next battles. The post-battle surveying, after all, were the most convenient times to have these secret, passionate sessions, because the both of you were expected to make rounds together, and an excuse could easily be made to "go patrol a bit further away". These moments were the most satisfying, sharing needy kisses between your affection-starved selves, most often behind ruins or even against buildings in a village at night, as long as no one was looking. Some of the more risky places you'd attempted this was behind a rock in Tullah Desert in broad daylight, and another time when it was dark out and Diamant had draped you behind his royal mantle in order to leave kisses along your lips and your neck.

The most risqué by far had to be the one battle you had by the coast, where you were swept away by the scenery and Diamant pulled you against him with his arm on your waist for a split second, leaving a sweet and tender kiss on your forehead after seeing your smile and wistful gaze into the sunrise on the horizon. After this, you felt stunned by his boldness and looked around you, only to find that the rest of the army were all far enough away, and happened to be occupied, such that this stolen moment managed to fly under the radar. There were many more romantic moments Diamant wished he could have seized in this way, but typically if he can get away with it, he'll try and hold your hand at very least. He's thankful for his royal mantle draped over his armor that conceals your intertwined fingers just about anywhere. One of the most lovely moments you shared was following the battle at the crossroads of fate, where you and Diamant stood together at the bridge, your fingers intertwined for but a fleeting moment as you gazed together into the beautiful orange sky.

Of course, there were several things that presented hiccups, the most notable of which were the introduction of a more romantic relationship with each other, and... having a younger brother with the eyes of an eagle.

Your budding romantic relationship happened naturally a little while in when you'd learned more about each other and your fears, your vulnerabilities, your hopes, and your dreams. The more time you spent with him, the more private sessions you'd spent simply talking with one another and enjoying each other's presence, the harder it became to adhere to some of these rules, much of them unconsciously broken. It was in fact this that made you both start to unconsciously disregard the very rules you'd set in the first place.

It had been more than one occasion that Diamant had addressed you by your name before correcting himself, much to the surprise of Alfred and Vander. Diamant made an excuse that it was because he was used to treating all his soldiers in Brodia in a familiar manner and apologized to you so genuinely, as if he had stepped out of line. This excuse, and his acting, was something that you'd both shared a laugh about later when he took on the next morning's wake up shift. Perhaps worse was your own indiscretion, however, calling him Di once when you were speaking to him casually, which raised a few eyebrows as you never behaved so familiar with anyone else. That was perhaps when Alfred first realized that you were a lot closer with the Brodian Prince than you let on, though he did assume it was just as friends, and he pestered you and Diamant in a friendly manner about it for a while after that.

And Alcryst was very likely the first to have caught on. His concern for his older brother's well-being extended into keeping a few tabs on him just to make sure he was okay. He first noticed at Solm Palace, when you'd left with Diamant to patrol the perimeter together and Alcryst had followed behind, only intending to provide backup if needed. He was surprised to see Diamant putting his arm around your waist and his hand on your face, his face less than inches from yours. He had to promptly leave in embarrassment when he saw his brother pressing a kiss to your lips. Alcryst later spoke to Diamant about what he saw that day, because he felt bad having seen that without his knowledge, and Diamant finally confirmed it to Alcryst knowing it was pointless to deny, but requested that he not breathe a word of it to anyone. In Diamant's mind, though, it could have been a lot worse, since Alcryst had so conveniently decided to leave right before Diamant had lifted your leg up to wrap around him while he smothered your neck with kisses and groped your exposed thigh with his hand.

Over time, though, with the looks that you and Diamant seemed to be unable to resist exchanging, the true nature of your relationship did become a topic of speculation. But they could speculate all they wanted-- it wouldn't be until a certain ring was discovered in the Lythos Gardens that you'd think of announcing this relationship publicly. No, it was far too exciting like this, for the time being.

#diamant #diamant fire emblem #fe diamant #dialear #diamant x reader #diamant fe #diamant x alear #alear x diamant #fe engage fanfic #fanfic request #diamant fanfiction #dialear fanfiction #fire emblem fanfiction

[bowandcurtsey]

Helloooooooo hi can i please request Nozel, Fue and Yuno with the augustus the kings sister (y/n) who is really stubborn and rebellious and really pretty the boyz have trouble escorting her to a suitors place and she didnt really want to get enganged off some random dude and suddenly.

They encountered bandits and she kind off beat up the bandits with her magic and watch her dress get all torn up and all was left was her corset and her shorts and she was like "Since your a gentleman, would you mind not staring at my chest and lend me your robe." Then the boys give their robe blushing and then they kissed their cheeks and said "Your such a gentleman, can i cout you sometime?"

Thank you requested this since i was disappointed at the met gala😫only billie and blake slayed the look TYSM and stay safe aine🌷🌹

Hello bby! I'm so sorry I got to this late, but I did read your reqeust during the met gala time, and I gotta agree with you on blake lively, she's an absolute queen. I ship Blake and Ryan so much, they're sooooo cute o(>ω<)o

Okay let's get to your request now! I'll do some hcs of the boys' reactions although this might be a short one because you already wrote most of the story beautifully (꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡♡

Characters: Nozel , Fuegoleon, Yuno tw: violence, slight nudity I might rate this NC16, unchecked works. (at this point I might as well put unchecked works in my pinned post. Something like: Aine, aka the unchecked works writer. hhhhh)

Nozel Silva

Although you were a brat, Nozel Silva cannot deny that you had mesmerising features.

He felt honoured to have been chosen to escort the king's sister, but he was a little annoyed by how stubborn you were. You were totally not acting as a royal should. AT ALL.

However, the Silver Eagles captain did not say a single word of reproach, because he understood that you were being forced to marry by your older brother, for "better country relations". He felt that it was unnecessary to do so, but he did not speak of so, as he did not want to intrude in family (especially the king's) affairs.

When the bandits came, Nozel told everyone not to do anything rash, in case there were even more and they ended up in an ambush or so, but you just lunged forward and beat the shit out of everyone.

Nozel barked at someone to check on your wounds while he caught the bandits alive and got someone to seize them.

You were fine, except that your pretty clothes were all torn up. showing your corset and inner pants. Nozel did not know where to look as his ear tips turned red.

"Would you mind not staring at my chest and lending me your robe?" you broke the awkward silence.

The royal immediately did as he was told and quickly wrapped his robe around your frame.

Whether it was the adrenaline or it was that moment where both your faces were so close to one another, you had no idea, but you leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, pulling out all your courage to confess to your long time crush.

"You're such a gentleman, can i court you sometime?"

Nozel stumbled for words but nothing came out from his mouth except incoherent eh and ahs. He then cleared his throat and pulled you up to your feet.

"I think we have to head back, the princess is not fit to meet her suitor like this."

The head of the Silva family got someone to head to your suitor's place to break the news and apologise.

On the way back home, he told you, "It's unbecoming of a royal lady to court a man, allow me to court you instead."

Fuegoleon Vermillion

He was a patient man and never really judged you on your rebellious behaviour or stubborn character. Until he had to escort you.

He had such a stressful time because from time to time you would go off course because something just caught your eye.

He finally had to put his foot down and give you a slight scolding on being a responsible adult. You rolled your eye and he glared at you, looking like a real lion. This captain sure was scary when he was serious.

Some bandits ambushed you, wanting to rob your highly valued wedding gifts. Fue immediately sprang into action, making you swoon over what a charismatic and handsome man he was when he fought.

You were caught from behind by a bandit and before Fue could come to your rescue, you beat up the bandit so badly, you probably broke a bone or two. He was howling on the ground holding on to his (most probably broken) nose.

"Are you okay, princess??" he came up to you until you both realised that you were kind naked. While you were being dragged away, the clumsy long dress you were wearing got hooked onto something and it got torn and slipped off of you.

Fuego quickly turned around. "s-sorry. I swear I didn't see anything!"

But everyone was staring at you. "Lend me your robe will you, Mr Crimson Lion!" you whispered urgently to him.

He quickly took his robe off and wrapped it around you, staring at all the other people that were gaping at you. "No true man looks at a woman while she is vulnerable."

everyone scrambled off, not daring to speak another word of this incident.

At that instant, you felt that he was just so mesmerising, your heart was throbbing out of your chest. You tip toed a little and gave him a peck on his cheeks.

"You're such a gentleman, can i court you sometime?"

His face turned beetroot red as he tongue was tied up. He started stuttering while you giggled at how cute he is.

"It's a deal then, I'll tell my brother that I've found someone, so he doesn't have to marry me off to some bloke!" you hooked your hand onto his.

Yuno Grinberryall

Yuno was silent all the time, regardless of whatever you did or said. You kicked up a fuss, and Yuno just remained silent. He gave you whatever you asked for, toilet break, water, food, shelter from the sun. This man took care of everything with a wave of his hands.

When you tried to sneak away from the group, Yuno simply caught you and sat you back on your carriage.

You even played the pity card, "Yuno, I don't want to get married to some man I don't know!"

"I'm afraid that is something I cannot help with, lady y/n.." Yuno truly did feel pity for you, but he could not do anything, he had to follow orders.

A group of bandits ambushed your group and they tried to kidnapped you. You were dragged some distance away but you managed to beat your perpetrator up while you escaped his clutches. A few other bandits chased after you but Yuno came in time, catching you in his arms while he finished the rest of the bandits off, apprehending all of them to bring them back for interrogation.

You were standing there in broken clothes and your undergarments could be seen, but Yuno didn't seem to be bothered at all. He looked at you straight in the eye and said, "we need to get you back and checked for injuries."

"Since you're a gentleman," you said with sarcasm in your voice, "would you mind lending me your robe?!"

It was then that he realised your precarious situation and wrapped his robe around you.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he adjusted his robe on you and tied the string securely so it wouldn't fall off you. You looked at his features close up, realising he was so gorgeous.

You couldn't help but put a kiss on his cheeks, "thank you."

"..." he stared at you for a few seconds, then nodding his head, "welcome"

Ugh he was so cool.

"Can I court you?" you blurted out your thoughts as he blinked at you in silence.

"Why? Am i not pretty enough for you or you have too many fan girls that you're spoilt for choices?" you smirked at him.

"do as you please." he said with a little sigh, then he carried you bridal style, "let's head home, princess."

#nozel imagine #black clover nozel #nozel x reader #nozel silva x reader #nozel silva hcs #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon imagine #black clover fuegoleon #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon vermillion hc #nozel silva x you #yuno imagines #black clover yuno #yuno x reader #yuno grinberryall hcs #yuno grinberryall imagines #yuno grinberryall x reader #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines

[herebyjuly]

bkg fic snippet

a short snippet of my bkg-centric multichaptered song (pov by ariana grande) fic for katsuki's bday (what a mouthful) !! ii'm planning on making it a different ship for each chapter bc i love me some baku loving

(this part is still unedited but i just wanted to share in celebration of katsuki's borth month ^^ pls enjoy hhhhh)

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(TODOROKI - BAKUGOU)

It's like you got superpowers

Turn my minutes into hours

Warm hands cradle his face, gentle, always gentle, and move in slow, deliberate strokes, filling Katsuki’s body with unbridled affection for the man (‘—the love of your life.’ a whisper, sounding eerily like him, echoes in the back of his mind. ‘Shut up.’ he says back) laying beside him and effectively rousing him from his slumber. He begrudgingly opens his eyes, only to squint at the natural light slipping past the curtains, bleeding into a soft afterglow which basks him and the room in molten gold. The blonde is greeted to the sight of one bleary eyed Todoroki Shouto, his face impassive - but eyes ever so vulnerable. “Good morning.” he greets, voice raspy and unused. 

Katsuki, in all his sleep ridden glory and not yet coherent enough to stop himself, smiles, tender and unassuming — with crinkled eyes and the appearance of the small dimple on the left side of his cheek that Shouto loved to poke and prod at whenever it was on display. 

He removes his hand from its clutch on Shouto’s bare back and instead, lays it on the top the one currently caressing his cheek, stopping the motion, “G’morning.” he replies, turning Shouto’s palm to face towards the ceiling and pressing his lips briefly onto the back of his hand. “What time is it?” 

Shouto shrugs, using his free hand to simply pull Katsuki’s body closerclosercloser — until he couldn’t tell where Katsuki began and Shouto ended — hand tightening around Katsuki’s narrow waist and burrowing his face into the blonde’s neck. “Too early for both of us to be awake.” The younger of the two grumbles, voice muffled into the fabric of his (Shouto’s) old tattered shirt. 

(Katsuki still remembers the day as clear as crystal when he had borrowed the shirt from his then ‘just classmate’ (and yes, I will punch myself before I admit that he was my crush, fuck you off-brand pikachu) when he had accidentally burned the better half of the hem of one of his trademark skull-tees because ‘you were too fuckin’ close half n’ half.’

So, like the oblivious, lovestruck idiot his now-boyfriend (no longer violently repressed crush) was, he had stripped himself of the shirt he had been wearing at the time and passed it to Katsuki like it was a seemingly normal reaction.

After they started dating, Katsuki had figured out that stealing (“I prefer the term permanently borrowing—”) Shouto’s shirts and slipping them on whenever he felt stressed or anxious or woke up in near tears from a nightmare, as it was far too late in the night for him to leave his room and go to Shouto’s instead, had helped soothed the overwhelming thoughts(?). The familiar and soothing scent of lavender wafting through his nose due to Shouto’s fabric softener, silly enough as it was, had him slipping into the realm of Morpheus far too easily than he would be pressed to admit.)

The two laid there in comfortable silence, basking in one another’s warmth.

Wait.. 

With a sudden vigor, Katsuki springs up on their bed, effectively shaking the last remnants of sleep from both himself and Shouto, who groans mournfully into the plush pillows. He scrambles to get his baggy shorts off from the floor, willing down his blush as the events of last night suddenly flooded his thoughts, and haphazardly pulls them up. He turns towards his boyfriend, still sprawled on their, admittedly, very soft and very tempting bed. “Your siblings are coming over.” he blurts. 

Shouto blinks, “Yes.”

“Fuck,” Katsuki curses, closing his eyes and breathing out through his nose slowly, counting down from ten to one, “Fuck.” He repeats, with more feeling.

“Fuyumi nee-san loves you,” Shouto points out, “and you and Natsu-nii are also close. I don’t quite understand why you’re freaking out over their visit.”

.......

#bakugo katuski #all about bakugou #bakugou katsuki birth #he deserves all the love #if canon won't do it i will #multiple ships #todobaku #bakutodo #tdbk #todobaku fanfic #bakubowl #probably #if its me its definitely likely lol #song fic #songfic #ao3 #overuse of italics and brackets #my hero academia #bnha #todoroki x bakugou #bakugou x todoroki #boku no academia #fluff fluff fluff #todoroki shouto #shoto torodoki #mha bakugou #are these the right tags #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha todoroki #soft morning

[cassynite]

17. Your bed after travelling for the sensory prompts?

Hhhhh thank you for the ask. I'm going to call this scene canon-possible--I'm still not totally sure if this actually happens. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it! I certainly am pretty proud of it.

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The return was silent, by the end. Though they took the fastest route home, spending an eye-watering amount of gold on teleportating from Nex to Drezen, they'd still had to get to Quantium from the edges of the Mwangi expanse where Bikotsi and the rest of his people had parted from their group and wished them well. It took hours, and left Sparrow exhausted by the time they stepped back onto the familiar grounds of Drezen's citadel.

She and Daeran are the only ones remaining of their party by the time they reach Mendev once more. Seelah peeled off in Nex, saying she had business down south. Sparrow had offered help, but Seelah was apparently meeting other friends--and while she was more than ready to jump into another adventure, she recognized that Sparrow clearly was not. She'd told Sparrow she knew how to reach her if she did need the help, and then urged her to get some rest. It had been a long journey, after all.

Sosiel used the teleporter to return to Andoren, to his family and his husband. He'd hugged Sparrow before they left, offered to have them visit his vineyard to recuperate with friends. Sparrow said no, because she'd known what was really behind the offer. Bad shocks, painful moments, were best handled alone. She appreciated Sosiel's care even if she did not want to endure his hovering.

Woljif had hovered, or tried to, with the benefits of coming to Drezen with the Arendaes. But Daeran knew what she needed and had sent him off to his own estate with a few well-placed words, with the promise they would meet again once everyone had slept off the journey. Woljif had agreed, his tail lashing, and had told Sparrow he'd be up and ready by the next day if she was.

And Nenio, of course, stayed behind in the Mwangi jungles, her work not yet done. The ruins still needed more study, she'd said. And besides, she wished to discuss theory with Isore, whose name she already engraved into her still-nebulous memory.

Isore. Crow. Isore, whose real name Sparrow had not even remembered. Isore, who had scars stark against his skin, who had looked so small compared to Sparrow's memories. Who'd known where she was for years and never tried to find her; who had crushed her against his chest and wept when he did see her again for the first time since she was eleven. Who saved her life and the lives of all of her friends, the life of her husband.

Who, when she'd asked him to come home with her, said no.

Her body is aching by the time she and Daeran finally make it to their rooms, the paperwork and concerns brought to Sparrow's attention non-emergent enough to wait. But, while Daeran strips to his skin as soon as he walks through the door and collapses onto their bed immediately, she sets down their traveling packs and starts pulling out everything inside. Her body itches even through the exhaustion. She wants to put things in their right place, clean up and erase the marks of travel from their room. She takes things out, one by one, and puts everything away in a drawer or a chest or their closet. Her body is distant and automatic in the motions.

It lasts for several minutes until she hears Daeran's voice from the bed next to her. "Dear heart, if you do not come to bed this instant I will tie you to it." The threat is diminished somewhat by being addressed to the pillow Daeran has buried his face in, visible from the corner of Sparrow's eye. "Whatever mess there is can be cleaned tomorrow, after sleep."

Sparrow keeps putting things away. A mud-stained pair of trousers to be washed, the only Greater Restore scroll they hadn't used, a ring of protection Crow had made--she closes the bag, moves on to another pack. "I don't know if I'll have the strength to rise at an appropriate time tomorrow," she says, pulling out Daeran's spare boots. "I'll be just a few minutes."

"You'll be hours." With clear disgruntlement, Daeran raises his head from the pillow. "And since 'appropriate time' for you is before even the sun wishes to grace the land I would go so far as to say that you are entitled to sleep in. We will put everything away tomorrow, I give my word."

"You mean we'll get servants to do it."

"Did I not just say?" Daeran stretches out a single golden-skinned arm from under the covers, beckoning to her. "Come to bed. It's cold without you."

The image is tempting enough to make her pause, but the itching is still there, and she knows it won't go away until everything is in its place and she doesn't have to look at it anymore. "I don't...I need a few more minutes."

Daeran does not lower his head back down like Sparrow hoped. Instead, he raises one golden eyebrow. Sparrow takes out two more things and puts them in drawers before the nagging sense that she's keeping her husband up forces her to say, "Please don't wait for me. I'll blow the lights. You need rest."

"I certainly do, almost half as much as you," Daeran returns. To her horror, he sits up entirely, looking absolutely miserable doing it. "If you insist on finishing tonight, I suppose I shall help."

"No, don't do that. Lie back down. It will just--" She closes her eyes. "All right. Let me put out the light."

Daeran stays upright while Sparrow takes off her stiff traveling clothes and blows out the lamps, until the only remaining light is that which emanates from her husband. But Sparrow still stands on the edge of the bed, keenly aware of the supplies still on the floor.

 Supplies enough for two and no more, still stained from their trek through the Mwangi expanse.

"Why didn't he want to come back?" Her throat is tight; she swallows once, twice. There's a horrible pressure against the sides of her nose that she's pressing back against. She has to keep it together.

After several seconds of black silence, Daeran says, "Please come to bed, Sparrow."

Sparrow's shoulders slump, as if all her strings have cut. She puts one knee on the soft feather mattress, and then feels more than sees Daeran's dim arms reach forward and pull her to his chest in a crushing embrace. She buries her face into his shoulder, clinging to him like a lifeline.

"We only just found each other again," she chokes out against his skin. Every moment of their hellish trip splinters inside of her, each culminating to the look on her brother's face when he stepped away from her and said goodbye. When he walked away. "Why didn't he want to be here?" Why didn't he want to be with me? Even in her mind the words are too raw.

"I want to be here," Daeran says, his voice uncommonly fierce. "I want to be here, and if your blasted brother had any sense he would want to be here as well. If his guilt, or his pride, keeps him from you, then that is his burden to bear. It has nothing do with you."

"How could it not? How couldn't it? What is wrong with me?" She doesn't even know what she's saying anymore, there is only the pressure, the breaking of a thousand shards of glass in her throat and her chest, and Daeran's arms around her. The end of a trip where she found her brother and lost him all over again.

"I want to be here," Daeran repeats, voice raspy. Sparrow feels the pressure of a kiss against her head, then her damp cheek. "I will always want to be here. Your brother can stew in his own misery or grow up and love you like he should have. I will be here either way." He lays them down together, still holding Sparrow tight against him, an anchor in the storm. He lets Sparrow fall apart in his arms, and strokes her hair when the relief of exhaustion finally pulls her down into sleep.

When Sparrow wakes up the next day, eyes crusted and bleary, the sun is already shining through the room, and any traces of their travels are gone.

#cassy answers #turbulentpumpkin43 #cassy writes #oc: sparrow #daeran arendae #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pwotr #wotr #gettin better at emotional scenes i think! #pwotr pals

[smallestapplin]

(a little angsty cause you know me :3c)

i remember you wrote that fic about the twins discovering that the reader was the hero and them being like "omg?? you're the hero?? from 100 years ago?? what HAPPENED??"

and hhhhh i love the idea of the hero just wilting, struggling to keep the weight of a hundred years of failure on their shoulders off of their fate. After all, this is all their fault, if you think about it. No doubt the twins blame them too, right? what little friendship you had with them is now lost as they find out you're the failed hero of the past, back again to fix things (and by GODS will you fix things, even if it kills you)

and maybe the twins don't think this way of you, because how could they blame you for getting hurt? for being outnumbered and ambushed? but you're on your knees, face blank and eyes empty as you recall the tales of your failures, the harsh words that people have hissed at you, for why didn't you save hyrule? didn't the goddess choose you??

hylia doesn't make mistakes, so maybe you were just accidentally picked, in place of the real hero.

and now the twins are left to cradle your tired, tired body as you struggle not to drown in the torrential downpour of your hateful thoughts, whether their echoes of what other's have said, or the swipes of your own hatred for yourself

hhhhh i have so much angst stockpiled because of this game and the twins being in it makes it extra juicy

YEEESSSS THIS IS EXACTLY IT!

You maybe the chosen hero, but you don’t remember anything! You’re only told what happened second hand, even though you were there!

Hylia’s chosen had failed.

It clicks in Ingo and Emmet’s brains now as to why anyone who recognizes you, gets hostile with you.

How those people don’t like you, and blame you for the fall of Hyrule.

Yet you would always stand there and take the verbal lashings.

Stand there blankly staring.

Just how many times have you had to do that?

They are worried you, yet when asked ‘what happened?’ Is when you break.

You’ve been asked that so many times, long before you met them.

“I failed. I let everyone down, I got everyone killed.”

It breaks their hearts to see you so lost, so overwhelmed by everything and the grief of people you don’t even remember.

They want to help you, to protect you, to give you an actual welcoming home.

If you’d let them, that is.

You have the weight of the entire world on your shoulders, a world filled with people who loathe and blame you for their loses.

Yet you still try to help, still try to make it all right.

You’re struggling, they can see that.

Please, just let them hold you.

(They are also incredibly protective of you, especially from that lady in Kakariko who’s married yet flirts with you-)

#I wanna type more! #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #submas botw au #me and Zed have screamed so many ideas! #I can’t wait to share more with y’all! #but also please ask away or send in your own ideas if you have any #my two hyperfixations have combined #besties tag #submas au #pokemon

[frannyzooey]

hhhhh I miss my babes Ezra and Birdie so much, too. any thots 👀👀 for what they’re up to?

I imagine them taking a nice stroll through a farmers market in the morning, holding hands, stopping to kiss a couple times, birdie getting just a tad tad jealous when the cute farmer with a beard flirts with Ezra while he’s checking out his squash and tomato stand, Ezra laughing as they walk away at Birdies slightly red face, promising to make it up to her later. They bring the groceries back to birdies apartment and he gives her a couple spanks while he fucks her over the kitchen counter after they put the eggs safely away. Then they continue on with their lazy Sunday. Lunch, bookstore, coffee shop, errands, dinner, then coming home to fuck again and cuddle while they read before bed. ❤️❤️

Where the fuck do I sign up for this life because DAMN 😩😩🤲🏻🤲🏻❤️❤️

He absolutely fucks her in the kitchen — he loves it; the roughness of it, the urgency, the grip she has on the counter as he forces her head back to make her pleas louder

Why can I see this man’s face as she’s trying so hard to put those groceries away and he’s just invading her space, big hands on her hips, his chin tucked over her shoulder and she’s playfully ignoring his teasing and advances, until he swats her — a light thing, just heavy enough for her to feel the weight of his palm, and when she says “stop” just on the smiling side of breathless, he delivers another one

and another one

and another one

until she’s left the groceries on the counter and she’s bent herself over and he’s got her skirt pooled on the small of her back and her hot cheek rests against the cool counter as she asks for more

he slides the flat of his hand between her thighs to brush against the soaked cotton of her panties, just checking to make sure and when he gives her just enough pressure for her to push back into it

SWAT

#in the dark ask #ezra/you #ezra x you #ezra/reader

[bumblebeez5]

In your dreams: chapter one ( A little story im writing :D )

Eva felt dizzy, extremely dizzy. She was barely able to stand up straight. Or actually she wasn't standing at all, she was floating? She heard weeping coming closer and closer from behind her. She turned around and looked at the most horrifying thing she'd ever seen. A girl with shiny black hair going down to her knees covered in blood. Her dark eyes stared through Eva's soul as she wept and wept. The long bloody stranger inching closer as Eva was paralyzed with fear. 

“HHHHH” 

Eva woke up in a sweat. Was that really a dream? It seemed so real! Sadly Eva didn't have enough time to sit and think as she had to get ready for school. She got up and brushed her short blonde hair. It was all tangled from tossing and turning in bed. After she had thoroughly detangled her hair, she put it up in pigtails that made her thick bangs stand out. She put on an eye-catching white sweater and blue jean shorts. She was looking for her glasses but they were nowhere to be found. 

“I could have sworn i left them on my desk”

Eva’s eyesight wasn't so bad that she absolutely needed the glasses, but it was definitely better to have them. 

“UGH”

She figured that she would just go without them and went to go brush her teeth.

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“EVIE” 

The brown haired girl ran over to Eva and tightly embraced her.

“Hi Sarah”

Sarah had been Eva’s only friend since she started high school. Sarah was loud and annoying, like a cartoon character but Eva figured it was better than being alone. Sarah let go of Eva and held her hand as they walked to school.

“Evie, did you hear the news! The school is demolishing the old storage room.”

"Ummm, okay? Why is that important?”

“Because it's haunted, and apparently the ghost has been more active now than ever!”

“Yeah, sure.”

Eva rolled her eyes. Ghosts aren't real Sarah's being delusional.

“No really! Apparently she has suuuper long black hair and has a stab wound on her stomach. people see her in their dreams and she takes an important item from them-”

Eva felt her heart sink. Sarah keept going on and on perfectly describing what had happened to her.

“Eva, you okay?”

“yeah i'm fine.”

The two girls walked in silence for what felt like forever until they finally made it to school.

“Bye Evie!”

“Bye.”

Eva was overburdened with anxiety. She had about a million thoughts going through her head, none of them good. Are ghosts real? Is that why her glasses are missing? Is the ghost dangerous? She had to find out if the rumors were true. She decided to break into the storage room after school since it was blocked off for construction purposes. 

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“AHH” 

*Thud*

Eva fell off of the fence surrounding her school. Hopefully no one was around to hear her loud high pitched scream. Eva got up off the ground, her clothes covered in dirt. She went to the school's entrance and it was surprisingly wide open. She went inside the pitch black school and turned on her phone's flashlight. Eva headed to the storage room that was at the back of the school. The school felt eerie. Eva knew that there was something extremely wrong, but she didn't care. She had to find out if the rumors were true. Finally she made it to the storage room. And again the door was wide open. It was like something wanted to lure her in there. She went in and almost immediately saw her glasses on the floor. Shocked, she bent down to pick them up. As she got up strands of hair seemed to block her face, but it wasn't hers. She looked up.

#story #writing #my ocs #eva and the ghost fall in love in later chapters #ocs #ghost #human x ghost #horror? #sorry for any mistakes #wlw