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hazbinhotelxreader · 2 months

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Protective Carmilla x fem blind reader!

“Stay Away From Them”

(Requested by PoosayDestroyer on AO3)

A/n: I hope this isn’t disrespectful towards blind ppl since I’ve never wrote about them before-

Summary: reader is blind, and some perv tries to upskirt her, and Carmilla is there to protect the reader

Noises, noises, noises. That’s it. The only thing you could ‘observe’ was noise. Reason for it? Your blind. You’ve been blind ever since you entered hell. The sinners in hell are based off of their insecurities, their deaths, and things they hate. You? You were always called ‘blind’ because you were so oblivious to a lot of things..and hell decided to ‘gift’ you with that.

It wasn’t all bad though. Hell did give you something that you don’t regret having, your lover Carmilla. She never minded that you’re blind, if anything she compliments you and appreciates you, even if you can’t see. And even if you can’t see her, you can just imagine how gorgeous she actually is, she sounds gorgeous too.

The weapon armer has always been so carrying and sweet for you. She’s basically your eyes. She helps you get dressed if you struggle, helps you get to places without bumping into anyone, and explains everything that’s going on that you cannot see. You really love her. Another thing she does for you is keep other demons away from you, she’s pretty darn protective.

Currently, you and her were walking around Pentagram cities streets in hell. She was with her daughters, and you, helping them out with orders in this part of town since she believed it was too dangerous for young girls like them to be alone. You decided to tag along because you just wanted to help and support.

While walking, she holds your hand to help you navigate through the streets and avoid demons. "Careful my love...there's.." she looked down at a dead sinners body that has been brutally gored by an exorcists spear, deciding to not tell you that theres a dead body right below your feet. "..a stump" she corrects and lightly pulls you around it.

"why's there a stump on the sidewalk?" you ask questionably, your head turned towards where her gorgeous voice was, trying your best to show your paying attention to her even if you can't see her.

Carmilla chuckles softly, she always found it cute when you weren't aware of many things, even if it was worrying too. "Oh well, it is hell afterall..something is going to be unexpected." she responds with a softer tone rather than her usual stern one.

"I guess your not wrong" you smile a little at her words and tone, oh god how much you'd do to see what she actually looked like, you know shes gorgeous. Odette and Clara came to a halt up ahead, Odette holding her clipboard as she checks off the territory, and Clara pulling an angelic spear out of a dead sinners body, lucky for you, you could only hear the spear pop out of the sinners side rather than see it.

Carmilla held your hand, then lead you over to a wall. She gently placed your hand on it, and told you to stay right there and to not let go. She wasn't going far, maybe 5 feet away from you wince her voice was pretty clear. She was talking to her daughters about some of the areas in the town they'd go to collect more of the angelic spears. You stayed quite, but also unaware. Lets just say today, wasn't the best day to wear a skirt.

While you were unaware, and obviously not paying attention to anything you can see-well, because your blind..a middle aged small imp approuched you. He was about half your size, maybe to your hips. he had a perverted smirk on his face as he sneaks up on your unaware and oblivious state. You gasp a little when you feel your skirt get lifted a little, there was no wind, so why..? Then you felt a hand on your rear, you jumped and spoke up "hey!" you exclaim with a gasp, catching your lovers attention.

Carmilla's head shoots over to your direction when she heard your distressed cry, and saw the hellborn, fury filled her eyes as she walked over and gave him a push, grabbing your hand to let you know your okay, as she glared down at him. "you little twit..touching girls? Do you really have nothing better to do with your pathetic little life?" the overlord threats with a dangerous look on her face, she would not tolerate such an act of disgust. "You have thirty seconds to run before i send a bullet through your retarded brain." she said calm, stern and intimidating with her arms crossed as she looked down at the quivering imp. The imp nods and scurried off fast, its safe to say he won't be coming near you again. Carmilla's tone and epression softened with concern laced with it. "Mi amor? are you alright? he didn't hurt you right?" she asked, both of her hands placed on the sides of your head as she tilted your head from side to side to check on you.

You let out a soft, shaken chuckle at her actions. "yea..im fine. Just a bit shaken.." you say softly, moving your hand up to hold one of her hands that were on your cheek, you looked in her eyes, even if you couldn't see her. "Thank you my dear..i probably would have been forced into something if you weren't here.." you say in appreitation.

"Anything for you my love.." she chuckled softly and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead while holding you close in her grasp. "Now lets get going, this town is already unsafe for the girls, and now you too. I don't feel comfortable putting you three in danger." she states worried, calling her daughters back over to you two as you both start to walk.

"fine by me.." you say as she takes your hand, leading you and being your eyes once again. Yes, being blind has its cons, you can't see, bumping into things are often, and you won't be able to observe things the ways others do...and it makes you feel left out. But, it also has its pros, its advantages, and sometimes the best thing that happened in your life, and for you, that Carmilla. No doubt about it.

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badbtssmut · 4 months

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When your boyfriend Seokjin is allowed to have a day off from the military, he wants to spend the day with his girlfriend, of course he wouldn’t head back to the military base without fucking you first.

“You’re so strong, Jinnie, must’ve been working so hard in the military…” You cooed, admiring his toned body as he stripped.

You were already completely naked, sprawled on the bed and waiting for him, you couldn’t wait for his cock any longer and had started playing with yourself a while before he arrived.

“Getting strong for my princess so I can protect her better.” Seokjin crawled on the bed and got on top of you, before pressing his lips against yours.

His arms snaked around your waist, lifting your hips up and aligning his cock to your entrance. He was rock hard and aching for your tight cunt. Seokjin held his cock with one hand while he held one arm wrapped around your waist, letting his cock slide into you.

He pushed into you slowly, stretching your pussy open and letting you adjust to his size. He always made sure you were comfortable first before starting to pound into you. He let out a low groan when he felt your pussy squeeze around his cock, you were always so tight.

He moved his hips slowly at first, sliding his cock in and out of your wet pussy.

“Missed my cock? Didn’t fuck anyone else while I was gone? Just waited for me to come back and beat that pussy, hm? That's a good girl. You know this pussy is mine, nobody else can make you feel good like I can, hm? Only my cock can make you feel this good, baby girl. Only mine, right? Say it, baby. Who does this pussy belong to? Say it and I'll fuck you harder."

His words drove you crazy. He was the only man you had ever been with, the only man that could satisfy you and the only man you loved.

"You, Jin. My pussy belongs to you. Only you can fuck me like this." You moaned, your fingers digging into his biceps, trying to pull him closer, you needed more of him.

Seokjin picked up the pace. “Fuck, I missed you, y/n, needed you so bad.” He whispered, his voice laced with desperation and desire.

“Mmm…” You moaned, spreading your legs further and letting his cock fill you completely.

Your pussy was already clenching around him, his cock stretching your walls so perfectly, it was as if your pussy was made just for him. You threw your head back, eyes shut as you took him deep. His cock hitting all the right places, making your body tingle with pleasure.

He was close, but he wouldn’t let go until you were cumming first. He wanted to see you fall apart, hear your sweet moans and whimpers and feel your cunt throb around him.

“My pretty baby, missed you so much, missed fucking you so bad, love you, baby girl.” He whispered.

“Ah! Ah, right there, Jinnie.” You whimpered.

“Right here?” He teased, slamming his cock right into your g-spot, hitting it repeatedly, causing you to moan loudly.

A shiver ran down your spine. You were close.

His thrusts became erratic, he was also near his release, the sound of your pussy, the way it throbbed around his cock was sending him over the edge.

“O-oh!” You whimpered before your body tensed and you felt a wave of pleasure wash over your entire body.

You were cumming, your walls tightening around his cock, squeezing him, bringing him closer to his orgasm.

It was too much, he couldn't hold back any longer. His body went rigid and he buried his cock deep inside of you. His hot cum spilling into you, his moans mixed with your name and curses.

When his body relaxed, he carefully pulled out, and looked down at you, a content sigh coming from him.

“Do you have to go back tomorrow? Can you stay a bit longer, Jinnie? Missed you too much. Don’t want to say goodbye again."

Seokjin laid beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He didn’t want to leave either, it was hard saying goodbye, but he didn't have a choice, he had a job to do.

"I'll stay the night, princess. Get some rest now, I'll still be here when you wake up."

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hippiepowrs · 2 months

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patchwork

eddie munson x (implied) metalhead!reader

eddie wants to add a new patch to his vest but hates sewing.

a/n: thank you for the love on my first fic!!! this one is based on the fact that i think eddie would be bad at sewing. like he could be good at it but it's funnier to think that he's not. also you will probably see a lot of metalhead!reader from me bc it's self indulgent and there's just not enough of it.

warnings: fluff. gn!reader. sewing needles (obviously). one mention of blood/vague mentions of eddie stabbing himself with sewing needles. established relationship. no reader pronouns. no use of y/n. use of "babe," "baby," and "sweetheart" as nicknames from both. playful bickering. eddie is a biter and impatient as fuck. swearing. sort of eddie's pov i guess?

wc: 877

Eddie is good with his hands. It’s undeniable. Between chords, riffs, strumming, and picking, his calloused fingers know how to move, and they know it well.

But the one thing he always struggled with was sewing.

To him, sewing was like the devil. A necessary evil in his life, but evil nonetheless.

There’s a reason his vest has always stayed so empty. Well, a few, but the main one is the fact that his fingers can never get the needle to move quite how he wants it to. He’s always stabbing himself so hard it draws blood, somehow. One time the needle went clean through. He was able to crack it for long enough to get his back patch on, and one or two more, but then he decided he’d be able to live with it like that. At least for a while.

But now he has you. You, the beautiful thing laying on the floor of his bedroom. You, the one with a cooler vest than him. He can’t let that slide for much longer, can he? He finds himself trying to sew on a new patch he got up in Indy, but he’s already giving up.

“Babe,” He calls from atop his bed, “can you sew this for me?” He gives you that look. The one where he tilts his chin down and looks up at you with his big, wet eyes and bats his eyelashes when he wants something.

“You can’t finish it yourself?” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice that he’s keen to pick up on.

“It’s–ugh… it’s just not going well.” He sighs, frustration showing.

You stand up from your place on the floor and snake into the spot next to him on the mattress, getting as close as you can without sitting on top of him.

“Baby, you have like… five stitches done.” You say, looking up at him with a sarcastically annoyed glare.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, though.” He pouts, playing it up like he always does.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure whether to argue or just accept it.

“Ugh, fine. Give it to me.” You pretend to be annoyed, but in all honesty, you can’t help but adore that he relies on you for things like this. It’s weirdly sweet, just like him. You’re able to quickly get into the groove of stitching the patch on, up and down, out and in. It’s relaxingly repetitive, but Eddie is looming next to you. He’s leaning over, a little too close, mesmerized by the way your hands work.

“Ed, can you get out of my fucking face?” You say playfully. He leans back a little to watch from a distance for a minute before leaning in and sinking his teeth into your shoulder. “Ow, you dick.”

He’s as impatient as ever. You can feel the way he’s practically vibrating beside you as he waits for you to finish with the stitching.

“Go do something,” You tell him, knowing you’re only halfway done, and he won’t last at this rate.

“But I wanna watch.” He pouts again.

“Put some music on at least, please?” You ask, putting on a softer tone so you know he’ll get up and do it.

When he reaches his tape deck, he starts shuffling through his collection, trying to find the one that calls out to him. The previous album you were listening to finished a while ago, and neither of you were bothered enough to get up and change it. Eddie finds the cassette he was looking for, and pops it in with a grin.

It’s the mixtape he made for you for your third date. A little corny, he knows. But, he’d never really gone out with anyone before he went out with you, and he didn’t want to fuck it up. Especially not when he found the coolest person to ever grace this horrible town.

Your third date was a night that he’ll never forget. He picked flowers out of the rich neighborhoods’ front gardens, made a glorious mixtape out of all the music you guys talked about loving, and showed up to your house on time. That’s big for him.

He took you out to a real dinner. It might’ve just been the little Italian place on Main Street, but Eddie made sure to save extra cash for the week leading up so that he had enough to pay for you.

And now here you are, sitting on his bed, sewing for him. It’s so domestic that he thinks he’s going to explode. The way you’re so comfortable in his space, and you’re so comfortable around him.

“I’m done, babe.” You softly call to him, holding up his prized possession to show your handiwork.

His eyes widen when he sees you, the giant smile on your face, so proud of yourself—and an even bigger grin breaks out on his own. He almost tackles you onto the bed, engulfing you in one of the most aggressive, warmest hugs he’s ever given you.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” His voice is muffled in the hug, but he makes his point clear by littering your cheek with kisses. With one big smack of his lips on your skin, he mumbles, “God, I love you.”

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phoward89 · 12 days

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Series Masterlist

Chapter 5:

Coriolanus is at the PK Base in the communications center, sitting in one of the video phone booths. He's holding the receiver to his ear and watching the staticy small screen; waiting for Tigris to answer. He has so much to tell her. In fact, he's over the moon to tell her all about the love of his life: you. He's absolutely positive that she'll be happy for him.

When the static breaks and then clears slightly to show his cousin, he smiles like a madman. “Tigris, it's so good to see you!” Coriolanus exclaims, so much excitement in his baritone.

Tigris' gentle blue eyes widened slightly at her cousin's chipper demeanor. He was usually sullen during their sporatic calls. “Oh, Coryo, you look so much happier since the last time we talked. Did something happen?” The blonde girl asked, curious to know why her cousin was suddenly in a better mood.

“Yes.” Coryo nodded. Beaming, he blurted out, “I got a girl, Y/N, and she's just a perfect sweet darling.” His baby blues were sparkling with pride as he added in, “We’re serious, have our own place and when I pass the Elite Officer's Examine we’ll be able to leave 8.”

“Oh…” Tigris trailed off, her face full of shock. She wasn't expecting her cousin to be so serious with somebody so soon. Especially after he seemed so heartbroken about never being able to see Lucy Gray ever again.

Was Tigris wrong in her assumption that Coryo loved the songbird? If so, then she truly hopes that he's found love with you. But she also knows that her cousin has the genetics that can easily make him become like his father: General Crassus Snow.

Hearing him say that he's taking an Elite Officer's Exam makes her skin crawl. Tigris knows how cold the officers are in the various branches of Panem's military; she doesn't want her sweet cousin to be turned into a cold, heartless, hateful man to be used as a tool for the country.

A country that kills tweens and teens for entertainment disguised as punishment. Gosh, everything about Panem makes Tigris sick. And to think that her cousin, her sweet little Coryo who's a good person, could be used in a way to support the country's propaganda and skewed outlook bothers her. Makes her blood freeze up in her veins.

“Isn’t it great news, Tigris?” The platinum blonde peacekeeper asked, fishing for praises.

“Yes, yes it is, Coryo.” Tigris replied, her smile a bit too tight, too forced, and her voice a bit flat.

Coryo's face fell at his cousin's overly fake reply. “I thought you'd be happy for me Tigris.”

“I am happy for you, Coryo. I am.” Tigris weakly assured her cousin.

“I've found somebody that makes me happy, who needs me; makes me feel powerful, and I'm one step closer to getting us back home, to the Capitol. But, you don't sound as happy about it as you claim to be.”

“Coryo…” Tigris sighed, trying to find the right words to tell him about the hardships that have fallen upon their family within the last few weeks.

“Is Grandma’am around?” Asked the platinum peacekeeper. “I'm sure that she'd be happy to hear about my accomplishments.”

“Coryo, Grandma'am’s in hospice.” Tigris revealed, her tone sad as her face twitched with sorrow.

“Hospice! What do you mean she's in hospice? She was fine a month ago, what the hell did you do to her, Tigris?!”

“Me? Oh, Coriolanus, do you hear yourself right now?” The blonde aspiring fashionista snipped. Shaking her head, Tigris started to explain, “Grandma’am just shut down and started to wither away after we lost the penthouse-”

Coriolanus icy eyes popped out of his head. “Y-you lost the penthouse?! When were you going to tell me this, Tigris? Huh?”

“The back taxes were just too much to pay, so the penthouse was put on the market. But, Pluribus is letting me stay in the apartment above his club.”

“Okay, but what does any of this have to do with Grandma'am being admitted to hospice care?”

“Coryo, having to declare bankruptcy and sell the penthouse; letting all of the Capitol know that the Snow's are poor just broke her dear old heart.”

“She's dying from a broken heart? Really?” Coriolanus asked in disbelief.

“Yes.” Tigris nods. “The doctor said that Grandma’am lost the will to live; that it'll only be a short matter of time before she goes. And she's already in a catatonic state.”

“Are you still working for Fabricia Whatnot?” Coryo asked, his baritone colder than it had been mere minutes ago.

“Yes, I'm still working for her.” His cousin confirms with a nod.

“Good, because I won't be sending half of my pay to you anymore. The Grandma’am will be dead soon, due to her own pride and self induced delusions, and my money, honestly, is better suited taking care of my girl here in 8.” Coriolanus told Tigris in a chilly tone. One so chilly that it'd cause hell to freeze over.

“Coryo-” Tigris began, confusion all over her makeup slathered face, only to be cut off by Coriolanus’ icily steady voice saying, “I'm all my girl’s got, Tigris. I have to take care of her.” Looking at his cousin like he didn't even know her anymore, he remarked, “Unlike you, Y/N doesn't lie to me about how bad things are. At least she's honest, but you've had to have known for months about the past due back taxes on the penthouse and you never said a damn word to me about it.”

“Coryo…I didn't want you to worry about us. I was taking care of everything.”

“Time’s about up, Tigris.” The platinum peacekeeper announced, feeling betrayed and lied to by his cousin, who he viewed as more of a sister then a cousin.

“Coriolanus, you sound just like your father right now.” Tigris pointed out, her heart breaking at hearing the frostiness in his baritone and seeing cold deadness in his eyes.

“Well, I am his son. Perhaps I'll follow in his footsteps; rise to military greatness.” Private Snow told his cousin before saying a curt goodbye and hanging up on her.

It's getting close to the time that Coryo usually comes home from work and you're in the small kitchenette making dinner. It's nothing too fancy, just a simple stew. But your platinum peacekeeper never complained about what you made. He always ate his supper with a smile plastered on his face. In fact, he'd usually get seconds; pester you into eating another share too (he always said it was in order to build up your strength so you'll heal faster).

You're stirring the pot, making sure that nothing sticks to the bottom, whenever a faint knock appears at your door. You almost don't hear it over the sound of the radio, that's how light the knock is. Not wanting the stew you worked so hard on this afternoon to burn, you turn off the stove before going to answer the door.

“Ashlie, what're you doing here?” You asked your brother’s former girlfriend as she stood in front of you.

“Some of the girls at the factory are worried about you; I said I'd stop by and check up on you after my shift.” Ashlie answered as you heard the sound of Coryo's boots clambering up the building’s staircase.

Nodding, you simply said, “I'm fine.”

“Are you, Y/N?” Ashlie pressed.

Nice of her to worry about you now, but where was she before?

“There's been rumors that you've taken up with that blonde peacekeeper. That he's been living with you.” Ashlie all but hissed in a shameful tone.

“It's not a rumor.” You told her while noticing Coryo's tall denim clad frame appear at the top of the stairs, right down the hall.

“Look, Y/N, I'm sorry about not being around as often as I should, but if you need help gettin’ away from that peacekeeper I'm sure that Declan can help smuggle you out of the district.”

Smuggle you out where? You don't have any money and you're all alone. How are you going to survive hiding out in another district? Districts you're sure are just as bad if not worse than 8. The poor, lower end districts are all clumped together and, frankly, they seem to get worse and worse as you start going between them.

At least with Coryo your rent's paid, you've got enough food to eat, and you're not cold anymore. He’s decent company, when he's not in a condescending mood, and he seems to be devoted to you despite not knowing you that long. With Coryo you're comfortable for the first time in a long time. For once since moving to 8 you're not tempted to do a swan dive off the bridge into the toxic river surrounding the district.

You'll take your chances with your peacekeeper.

Shaking your head, as Coriolanus trudged down the hall, you told Ashlie, “I'm fine here with Coryo. He takes good care of me, so you don't need to worry.”

“And what happens when he gets bored of you; tosses you aside for another girl?” Ashlie asked as your boyfriend got closer. “Y/N, sweetheart, don't be a fool and trust him. He's a Peacekeeper for Christ’s sakes.” Berates your once sister. “One bred straight from the Capitol as I understand too.” The brunette spat out in disgust, right as your platinum peacekeeper appeared behind the girl that's slandering him.

“Darling, is this ratty whore bothering you?” Coryo coldly asked, his icy eyes narrowed at the girl blocking his way into the apartment, as he came to a stop right by the door.

His frosty timbre startles Ashlie; has her jumping out of her skin. Coryo's tone of voice doesn't bother you one bit. Why should it? His coldness isn't aimed at you.

“She was just leaving.” You assure your boyfriend, only to give Ashlie a look that reads ‘you need to go, now'.

“Well the girls at the factory are worried about you; hopefully you'll be able to return to work soon.” Ashlie remarked instead of leaving, like she should’ve done.

“She won't be returning to work at the factory.” Coryo bluntly announced, pushing himself by Ashlie and literally shoving you inside of the apartment. He blocked your view with his tall, sinewy frame while standing right in the doorway.

The platinum blonde's head lifted up in superiority. His glacier blue eyes bore into the former Seam girl with disdain as he explained, “As Y/N’s man, I take care of her and pride myself in treating her the way a proper Capitol born man treats his girl.” Gripping the door so hard that the wood began to splinter and crack, he barked out, “You're not needed around here. She's got me, so leave or else I'll bring you to base and turn you in as a rebel.”

Ashlie's Seam grey eyes widened in fear and horror at hearing Coriolanus’ words. With the rumors that she's heard about you being kept under lock and key by the platinum blonde peacekeeper, who by now everyone knew was sent from the Capitol; was a second generation military man, Ashlie was starting to worry about you. And when the girls that worked with you on the looms in the PK uniform factory’s weaving room started to express their worries to Ashlie, well she decided to pay you a visit.

Offer you some much needed support. A lifeline out of the predicament you're in.

But the brunette wasn't expecting you to turn down her help, to insist on staying with your oppressor. She also didn't think she'd be threatened by said oppressor, the pretty boy peacekeeper from hell itself. Ashlie feared for both her own safety and yours.

Maybe she should've came around more often, then maybe you wouldn't have become such easy prey for a peacekeeper with a cold hateful glint in his eyes.

“And the next time you show up to my house I'll have you hanged off the bridge’s trestle.” Coriolanus darkly promised, his face a mask showing no feelings, before slamming the door shut in Ashlie's face.

Coryo was quiet as he shed his coat, hanging it up on the hook near the door. “I made stew. I'll go dip it up.” You told him while he began to unlace his boots.

“It smells good, darling.” Coriolanus complimented, slipping out of his black boots, as you grabbed some bowls from the cabinet.

“You say that about everything I make.” You teased, portioning out the stew into a pair of bowls as Coryo pulled off his denim fatigue shirt.

Walking over to the table and laying his denim overshirt on the back of his chair, the platinum blonde simply said, “Because it's true.”

The atmosphere in the room wasn't heavy per say, but it wasn't light either. You felt like something happened today, something to put him in a sort of mood. And not a good one either. You really didn't want to stoke his mood into a roaring fire of unliveable sassy attitude, so you didn't say a teasing word back to him.

No, you just carried the bowls of stew over to the small table as Coryo took his seat at it. You couldn't help, but slip on a smile at the sight of your giant of a boyfriend dwarfing the sorry excuse for a kitchen table you had. Hell, the table looked more like a small school desk as he sat at it.

Silently, Coryo followed your every move with his icy eyes. He watched as you set the food on the table before fetching the bottle of milk from the fridge. Coryo knows how luxurious fresh milk is, so he's proud that he can buy it for you. He himself went without it for so many years in the Capitol.

The Snow family always seemed to go without; to struggle within the safe borders of the Capitol. Something that he was supposed to change. Coriolanus was supposed to dig his family out of poverty, but instead his family's been torn apart.

All because Tigris lied to him about how bad things really were.

Fuck!

He would've found a way to get her the money for the back taxes, to avoid a foreclosure on the Snow ancestral home, if she would've only told him that she couldn't pay.

How could Tigris, his own cousin, do that to Grandma’am; to him? And most of all to you.

You!

Who he promised to whisk away to the Capitol once he was able to. Now where are the both of you going to go when he gets clearance as an Elite Officer to return home: to the Capitol? He sure as hell can't bring you to the above club shoebox apartment Pluribus gave Tigris.

And to think that his Grandma’am's dying from a broken heart because her home was taken from her. Her beloved rooftop rose garden that was her joy is now withered if not destroyed by the highest bidder. To think that the old lady's in hospice, due to no will to live, all because Tigris couldn't be honest about the back taxes.

Damnit, fucking bitch should've worked a few corners to come up with the money. Anything to pay the past due taxes; keep the Snow family penthouse in the Snow family.

Where it belongs.

The sound of the milk glasses lightly clinking against the warped wooden table tore Coriolanus out of his thoughts. Watching you sit down next to him, he grabbed his spoon and told you, “Darling, let's promise not to lie to each other. Shall we?”

Oh boy, something definitely happened to him today. You didn't know what, but his remark about lying to each other tipped you off that he was lied to and he's upset about it.

Picking up your own spoon, you tell him, “I promise I won't lie to you, Coryo.”

“And I won't lie to you, Y/N. Which is why I have to tell you something very unsettling.”

Something very unsettling? What the hell did he do, shoot somebody during target practice? Murder somebody for a spot on the Elite Officer's Examine roster? Hell, the suspense is killing you.

Not literally, just figuratively.

“Today I talked to my cousin, Tigris, on the phone in the base’s communications center and I learned that things are worse than I thought they were back home: in the Capitol.” He revealed in between eating his stew.

Having a bad feeling, you asked, “What's wrong, Coryo?”

“The Snow penthouse has been seized and put into foreclosure for unpaid back taxes.” Coryo spat out, his eyes full of anger, as he held his spoon so hard that it was about to bend between his fingers.

His family home foreclosed due to back taxes. Oh boy… You weren't expecting to hear that. You can only imagine how high priced the taxes are in the Capitol considering how pricey things are in the districts. Capitol City, Panem is full of rich elites or wannabe rich elites, so…Yea…The price tag on things in the Gem of Panem, the Capitol, is surely higher than in the rest of the country.

“Tigris told me that everything was fine, but she lied.” Shaking his head, he tossed his spoon in his bowl, causing a loud clang to ring out. “I've been sending home money, assuming that Tigris was using it wisely, but now I don't even know what she did with it.” Reaching for his milk glass, he dryly added, “She didn't pay the taxes, that much I know.”

Reaching forward and placing your hand on top of his, you gave him an empathetic look. You felt for him, for his family. “Coryo, I'm sorry she lied; made you think everything’s ok when it isn't.”

Your boyfriend threads your fingers together, holding your hand, as he sips on his milk. He can't help, but feel lucky to have you. You're being so supportive and understanding about his family's fall from grace.

About him losing the Snow ancestral home. The home that he was supposed to take you to.

Placing his glass down after drinking from it, Coryo shook his head while gritting out, “And now Grandma’am's in hospice, dying of a broken heart, because she was forced out of her home.”

Poor Coryo…

To lose his home, his grandma, and to be lied to by his cousin.

“Seems like we've got more in common than what meets the eye.” You told him, letting him know that you sympathized with his situation.

“It seems we do, darling.” Coryo nodded. Picking his spoon up and scooping a portion of stew out of his bowl, he repeated, “It seems we do.”

You're washing the dishes whenever you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. Coryo's right behind you, hanging on you, but you don't pay him any mind. You just keep on washing the bowl in your hand with the sponge- a sponge that has seen better days.

Your boyfriend nuzzles his nose into your temple, inhaling your scent. Kissing your cheek, he swears, “I promise, once I'm an officer and get into a wealthy position I'll buy back our home. We'll live in it once again.”

“Don't make promises that you can't keep, Coryo.” You advised him, rinsing out the bowl and setting it aside on the makeshift drying rack (which was a cookie cooling rack resting on a dishtowel).

“I intend to keep that promise, baby.” He told you in between peppering kisses up and down your neck.

“Coryo, stop that. I still have dishes to do.” You sighed, trying and failing to wiggle out of his hold while starting on the second dirty bowl.

“One day when I become President and make you my First Lady you won't ever have to lift a finger to wash a dish ever again.” Coryo smoothly murmured, kissing the sweet spot right below your ear.

“To make me your First Lady you'll have to marry me, Mister President.” You sarcastically pointed out, rinsing soap suds and bubbles out of the bowl.

You're placing the bowl onto the drying rack whenever Coryo spins you around. Tipping your chin up, making your eyes lock onto his baby blues, he seriously tells you, “Once I get my officer’s stripes I'm going to marry you.”

The weight of his words comes crashing down on your head like an anvil in an old cartoon. “You really want to marry me?” You asked, not quite believing the situation to be real.

You're just some district girl that he got into trouble and felt pity for. Yes, he takes care of you, but making you his wife's a whole other story. That's a lifetime commitment considering divorce was abolished in the early years of Panem's creation- which was after the end of both WW3 and the 2nd Civil War, which coincided.

“Yes, baby.” The platinum blonde nodded. A wide smile spread across his face as he cemented his fate with the words of, “I'm going to marry you and give you the life that we both deserve as Snows once I get my officer's commission.”

“You know, people in the districts have different ceremonies then Capitolites do for marriages.” You informed him; knowing that you're going down a path you can't turn off of as you do. “Couples in 12 do a toasting by breaking bread at the hearth over a fire they stoke.”

“Too bad we don't have a fireplace.” Coriolanus seriously pouted.

Oh wow, he's serious about this marriage thing. Lucky you.

“Yes, too bad.” You half heartedly agreed with him. Resting your hands on his chest, you decided to explain what you learned about weddings in District 8. “I've heard that here in 8 most weddings are typically held on Tuesdays and Thursdays in November and December.”

Your boyfriend’s brow rose with interest. “December you say?”

“Yes.” You confirm as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “The bride sews her own dress, which is typically blue or purple, and makes a large amount of food for the guests who stay for dinner and then a late supper. While family and friends are gathered at the house, the couple’s joined hands are bound by a strip of cloth; then they recite words or poetry to complete the ritual.”

“And this ritual’s binding in the eyes of District 8?” Coriolanus asked, holding your gaze with his icy eyes. Eyes that were filled with both trepidation and hope.

“It's binding in all of the districts. I'm not sure about the Capitol tho.”

Bringing his forehead to rest against yours, he simply said, “Mary me on Thursday. I'll bring Sejanus home with me and we'll do the 8 ceremony.”

Believing it impossible to marry so soon, you react with, “But that's in 2 days, Coryo. I'll barely have enough time to make a dress. Plus I have to cook food.”

Bringing his other hand up to your face, so he was cradling it between his large calloused hands, the platinum blonde told you, “I'll bring home some material for your dress tomorrow and the only guest you need to cook for is Sejanus. You don't need to cook up our entire pantry.” His lips ghosted over yours. “Let me take care of you; marry me, baby.”

If you say yes to this sudden spur of the moment wedding you'll be giving up your freedom. In the districts’ eyes you'll become Mrs. Snow, wife of a Peacekeeper. One who's certain he'll become an Elite Officer. Is that what you want?

Hell…

You honestly don't even know what you want. But you do know that you refuse to go cold and hungry ever again because you're alone and can barely get by.

So, for survival purposes, you give Coryo a smile and tell him, “I’ll marry you.”

Without warning, Coryo kisses you. His lips hungrily pressed against yours, as if he was a man starved and his only fulfillment came from your mouth. You moved your lips against his, which only caused him to deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your fingers twisted and dug into his white T-shirt as your tongues intimately danced while your lips clashed, pushing and pulling for purchase.

You let out a little breathless sigh as Coryo broke the kiss, pulling back slightly so the two of you could catch your breath.

Coryo's icy blue eyes were nearly black with lust as he looked into the windows of your soul. His large hands still cup your face as he confessed, “I’d love nothing more than to bring you to our bed and fuck you right now, but since we're to be married in 2 days I'll wait til the wedding night.”

“Oh, so you're going to make an honest woman out of me first before you corrupt me?” You asked, your tone a bit light and teasing.

What difference was a couple of days? It wasn't like you're from a rich aristocratic family that needs to see the sheets in the morning for proof of innocence lost and consummation.of marriage. You're a district girl, nobody in the districts care about purity til marriage, etc.

Besides, even before you agreed to marry him you knew you'd be fucking Coriolanus. He's your boyfriend, it comes with the territory. The only question was when.

Now you have your answer: this Thursday night- your district style wedding night.

Leaning his forehead against yours, Coryo steadfastly declared, “You can't corrupt someone who's willing to drink from the silver cup, my darling.”

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cranberryjuice-posts · 2 months

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- New York romantic -

Pairings - College! Gwen Stacy x Fem! Reader

Synopsis - secrete relationship with the one and only Spiderwoman

TW! - honestly probably OCC gwen

An - this is based more on her comic book age (I wanna preface this by saying I’ve only read one ghost spider comic and I’ve watched the ITSV and ATSV movies plus the other Spiderman movies multiple times) // (Gwen is like 19-20 in this)

— also yes this is kinda based off the Eros and Psyche myth

You looked down at the busy streets bellow you. Letting out a deep breath the smoke from your lungs left your body.

“You know That’s bad for you right?” A sweet voice spoke behind you. Turning your head to the side you playfully rolled your eyes at seeing Spider-woman.

“Aren’t you supposed to be looking over the city for a crime?” You tested the waters while taking another drag from the cigarette.

The stronger woman walked over to you taking the cig from your hand. “Dropping your cigarette ash counts as littering and hate to break it to ya but that’s a crime”

“Shut up” You laughed lifting up her mask slightly, placing a kiss on her Rosy lips. She wrapped her arms around your waist helping to deepen the kiss.

Pulling back you traced her chapped lips with your finger. “Your blushing”

“No I’m not”

“Your nose does that scrunching thing when you are”

Her sigh of defeat only made your pride grow. You’ve been secretly dating New Yorks one and only Spiderwoman for the past nine months. One thing that plagued your mind however was how secret she was being about her identity.

Whenever she would stay the night you could never face her when cuddling. Dates were rare, only happening at midnight and a picnic at the top of some building. Whenever you both were spending time together She would keep her mask on. Did you like the secretiveness of it all, no not really.

Making your way down the fire escape and entering through your window you helped your lover in. She immediately stripped out of her hero suit and into her standard sports bra and sweats. “So much better” she complained while flopping down onto your bed.

You chuckled softly walking over to her. Sitting down beside the masked woman you started to draw circles on her back. “Everything ok spider bite?”

“Peachy” she grumbled.

“My poor baby” bending down you kissed her cheek, the only part of her face you ever got to saw was bellow the nose and even then it was only for a kiss. “I’ll go make you some tea—“

As you tried to get up she grabbed you by the hips forcing you to lay down beside her. “Don’t.. it’s late can we just rest” her tone practically begging.

You gave her a soft smile, it’d be cruel to not agree. You turned off the lamp beside your bed enveloping the entire room in darkness. With your phone on your vanity face down, the only sound was The heroine taking her mask off.

Letting out a tired sigh she kissed your lips. “Night babe”

“Night” You mumbled. She quickly cuddled up to you, falling asleep almost instantly.

———

You felt like you were choking. Waking up from a nightmare you sat up gasping trying to regain your breath. Once you calmed down your eyes drifted over to the sleeping form of your lover. Reaching out you gently pushed her hair to the side.

Guilt took over your body. You wanted no needed to see what she looked like. Nobody could understand what it was like, being the woman you love but not allowed to see her face. All you wanted was to love her for all her beauty not just her body and personality.

Debating for a while you sucked it up, grabbing your phone you opened the screen, using the dim light to aluminate her face.

You almost dropped your phone. What you saw was Gwen—- Gwen fucking Stacy. The Chemistry major at your college as well as a local Legenden for being in the MaryJanes. The sweet confident yet shy woman, the same woman who you hung out with on a daily basis. Every time you invited Gwen over for a hangout you had been in reality inviting your girlfriend over.

The phone finally slipped from your grasp. Before you could grab it it slammed into Gwen’s face. She sat up annoyed rubbing her cheek. Spewing out an apology you turned on the lamp without realizing trying to make sure she was ok. You touched her face hoping a bruise wouldn’t form.

The gig was up. You knew Gwen knew you had secretly looked at her face. You expected to Gwen have a look of anger instead you faced a look of disappointment. She didn’t say anything only quickly getting out of the bed and putting her long discarded suit back on.

“Gwen pl—“

“Don’t” she turned around. Standing close she held a finger out. “How many times did you go behind my back and look at me.”

“Only this once you have to believe me” with a tone of desperation you grabbed her hand.

Gwen just pulled her hand from you, continuing to dress herself.

“Well what was I supposed to do” you asked. “Do you understand how painful it is to not ever see the face of the woman I love?! I’ve seen every inch of your goddamn body but your face! I love you Gwen it broke me knowing I would never know what you looked like”

She still didn’t respond, her silence was supposed to punish you. “We’re done, and if you know better you’ll keep your mouth shut about who I am”

Before you could argue Back she lept out of the window, swinging off to god knows where.

Of all the stupid decisions you made this took the list. Practically running to your bed you grabbed your phone calling Gwen.

Voicemail

For fucks sake. Calling her repeatedly each time going to voicemail after the first ring. Laying back down on the now empty and cold bed you felt yourself starting to cry, the hot tears staining your face and pillow.

———

The following week was like torture. Gwen avoided you at every turn and the classes you shared she skipped.

Once you went to the MaryJanes practice and Gwen forced MJ to kick you out. She could try to avoid you all she wanted but you knew deep down she still loved you. The same heroine you fell fore still wanted to be with you.

You left the corner store with a bag of Gwen’s favorite snacks. The only place that had her favorite candy was in the crime district. Over looking them you mentally thought out a plan for an apology basket to take to her tonight. If you hadn’t fucked up it would of been your ten month anniversary..

Being distracted wasn’t something you wanted in downtown New York Especially not at night. Before you realized it you were harshly grabbed and thrown into an alleyway.

You fell to the dirty ground, rolling over some you winced in pain at your bruising arm. You turned your head quickly to face your attacker who wore a cheesy Super hero plastic mask and hoodie.

He reached out pinning grabbing and pinning you against the wall. “Your Spiderwomans Lil bitch huh?! Yeah Ive Seen You Both” He sadistically laughed with a knife pressed to your throat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about I’m sor—“

“Bullshit!” He pressed the knife deeper to your neck. “Now your gonna be a good girl and tell me her fuckin identity ok, my boss would really appreciate it” You felt your body start to go frozen you couldn’t speak let alone move— the only thing in your mind was getting free, and Gwen. The world paused. The only was to describe it was your life flashed before your eyes.

Coming back to reality you realized nothing happened. The man who tried to assault you was laying on the ground bloodied with an angry looking woman standing over him. Yelling curses at him as he crawled away.

Facing you Spiderwoman or as you knew now Gwen dropped down beside you pulling you into a hug. “Are You ok?! What did he do” she urgently asked while holding your face

In that moment very moment everything snapped. You broke down in your Ex’s arms, pulling her close into you. She didn’t saw anything only tightening the hug so you wouldn’t feel alone.

Gwen brought you back to your apartment. Going in through the usual window, like the thousands of times before. She sat you down onto your bed still searching your face and body for physical wounds.

Making the decision that the only injury was the stress to your throat she grabbed a first aid kit and began to wrap you up.

As she placed the bandaid on your neck you slowly reached out cupping her face. Both of you stopped, just looking at each other. You slid off her mask tossing it aside, you could tell by her puffy eyes and reddened cheeks she had been crying to.

“I’m.. so so sorry please I need you to understand that I love you Gwen, all of you. I just couldn’t stand being in the dark anymore though” you felt your eyes starting to tear up.

Gwen just placed her hands on your thighs comfortingly rubbing them. She took a moment of silence before leaning up and kissing your cheek. “I know” was all she mumbled.

You pushed back a strand of her blonde hair wanting to see her face even if it was for the last time. “This is my fault” Gwen started, her voice cracking. “I wasn’t careful enough, I didn’t take into consideration people would see me come into your window, I didn’t think someone would stalk and attack you.”

“And You don’t have to” You dropped her before she could continue. “Nobody knows anything about us, people who ask I tell them their seeing shit” “Gwen I want to be with you no matter what happens, i want to be allowed to love you like this than when your masked up” the entire time you spoke not once did you break eye contact.

She nodded looking down for a moment. Pulling you to the edge of the bed she kissed you gently, letting the kiss repeat a few times before breaking it. There was a sense of hesitation in the air.

Your eyes traced over each others features only for a moment before you started to kiss her once again. Both your heads tilted to give one another an easier way to kiss. Pulling back for some air Gwen stood up, changing out of her suit and into a pair of pajamas she had at your place.

She crawled into bed and brought you close to her. Both just looking in one another’s eyes. “I love you”

“I love you too”

#lesbian #wlw #gwen stacy #spider gwen #spider gwen x reader #gwen stacy x reader #spider woman #gwen stacy x you #spiderman #across the spiderverse

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lilys-of-the-valley · 1 year

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Hi, I was listening to young and beautiful by Lana del Rey and I was wondering if you could do something based on that where reader is some lords daughter known for being beautiful and nothing else really and she thinks Aemond just likes her because of her beauty. When he finds her crying and tells him why he comforts her.

I’m not sure if this is any good or if you know Lana del Rey but the things you write are some of my favourites and yeah

I absolutely love Lana del Rey, and I love Young and Beautiful so much! But this idea is adorable 🩷

The sound of boots on the stone tiles made you look up from your seat on the floor. Your eyes were fogged over by tears, but you could see well enough to see that it was your betrothed Aemond. He had an unreadable expression on his face, one that made you wonder if you were about to be yelled at, but his expression changes swiftly, and you see the flicker of sadness and maybe even anger flash across his eye.

He approached your seat on the floor and kneeled beside you, his leather riding gear getting dirty from the state of the floor, you sniffle and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, turning your head away from Aemond in an attempt to hide your state from him.

He moves quicker, though. His slender fingers grasp your chin gently, he turns your face so that his piercing eye can stare right into your sorrowful ones, he runs his thumb over your moist cheek, collecting a few tears on the pad of his thumb and rubbing them away.

"What is the matter? What has upset you, my love?" His voice is gentle, but there's a hint of venom laced in his words, not towards you, but whatever or whoever has upset you.

"Nothing, Aemond, I'm fine." You tried to difuse the situation, even though you were too far gone for that now.

He grabs your face a little firmer, his eye scanning your sad features. He then speaks firmer this time, demanding an answer.

"Tell me, love, I must know what has made you feel this way." His eye stays locked on yours.

You finally breathe out. "Do you really love me?"

He does an obvious double take. His expression turns into a baffled one. He looks almost pained, his eye crinkles up, and his lips form into a sort of sneer, you wince, expecting the worst of answers. You knew that you were beautiful. You were the only daughter of a highborn Lord, your only duty was to be married to a highborn lord or Prince for political reasons. That was all. You had not been given the chance to reject the marriage offer, your father marrying you off to the Targaryen prince quickly. However, you and Aemond did fall in love, or at least that's what you thought.

"Of course I love you. Why would you ask such a thing?" He says finally.

His eye scans you again, and you crumble, spilling it all to him, your insecurities about the fact that you thought he only loved you because of your looks.

"I know you are only betrothed to me because I am pretty Aemond, I knew I would be married, my father always told me that that was my duty, buy I thought you loved me!"

He watches you with the most upset face you have ever seen him pull, his eye big and sad, like a kicked puppy, his lips are pursed tightly together as he watches you spill it all to him. Then once you're done he embraces you, into a tight hug.

Your body goes easily, his arms wrap around you as he holds you on the floor, your head on his chest, his scent washes over you. He smelt of Vhagar and sandalwood, but also a hint of his natural musk. It had grown to be something that soothed you and it did that just now.

He holds you while you settle, his chin on the top of your head, as though he was comforting a child. He then speaks softly, a gravely tone that made your cheeks warm.

"Do not ever think that I love you for your looks. True, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon, but that is not the reason I love you. You are truly a wonder. You are caring, sweet, you love me for me, you do not speak ill of me or my family, you have never once shyed away from me due to my missing eye. I love you for you."

You nod, drinking his words in as he speaks them to you, it made you feel silly for ever doubting his intentions, you thought that you should have known better, your Prince would never stay with a woman just because of her looks, he is deeper than that.

You relax into his hold and nod. You let out a sigh and mumble into the skin of his neck. "I am sorry, Aemond. I love you."

"And I you, do not forget that. Ever." He places a kiss to the top of your head as he continues to hold you tightly on the ground.

#hotd x reader #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader

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could you recommend an indie game that does disco elysium or its kind of game better? (/genuine)

i'd be happy to recommend some games to you for sure!

but i would like to preface this by saying that my point (which is hard to explain in a pithy tag aside to be fair lol) isn't necessarily that these will be "better" than disco elysium. that's incredibly hard to quantify anyway since so much of this is based on taste. e.g. i disliked some things about DE other people loved (like the pacing) even though i overall had a good time with the game.

it's more that the way people were talking about disco elysium, especially in terms of like... "professional video game journalism" but also definitely on this site and the other formerly blue side, was tinged with this tone that DE is somehow unique or groundbreaking in its attempt to treat a video game like an artform or a serious vehicle for storytelling. which is insulting especially to the games DE clearly draws from.

a lot of people who don't usually play video games played DE based on recommendations, which is great! but a huge part of the response from those people didn't seem to be "wow, clearly i can have a good time with video games if they're like this, i should seek out more". it instead seemed to be "well folks, pack it up, this is the one video game i will enjoy because it's Deep unlike everything else out there". which is incredibly disappointing.

anyway. whether these recommendations will hit for you will primarily depend on what you're looking for when you say "its kind of game", but here's some games that gave me the same general feeling.

planescape: torment is the game that heavily inspired disco elysium. it's a similarly combat-light crpg with a focus on exploration and story and set in a weird, technologically discongruent setting. i would also recommend its sequel, torment: tides of numenera. i didn't enjoy that one as much but it was still pretty good.

kentucky road zero is a game about a truck driver who has to cross the titular road zero and the many people he meets on the way. it's also magical realism so if you enjoyed the genre of disco elysium this might be up your alley.

beautiful desolation is another game which is based on real world culture/history with sci-fi world building on top. in this case south africa. it's really beautiful and rewards exploration in a similar way.

return of the obra dinn is also an atmospheric detective game set on a ship lost in 1803. it's by the same creator who made papers, please (which is also excellent by the way).

hypnospace outlaw has a similar half absurd, half earnest tone. it also felt similarly nostalgic to me. it's incredibly easy to sink a lot of time into this one though so watch out lol.

orwell, and its sequel, orwell: ignorance is strength, are similar "internet" simulators like HO with a much more overt political tone (if you couldn't tell by the name lol). you play as an employee for a government surveillance program.

stasis if you're looking for more isometric point and click games with a strong atmosphere and great voice acting.

sunless sea, and its sequel, sunless skies, are exploration/roguelike games about a weird, fantastical world. if you've ever played fallen london, they're set in the same universe.

what remains of edith finch is also magical realism and dark comedy, so if you enjoyed the tone of DE you might enjoy that.

some say it has always been here also has a surreal and sometimes oppressive atmosphere. i wish this game was longer, i loved it so much.

i miss the sea of japan is another wonderful bitsy game i got reminded of when i thought about SSIHABH. it's wistful and sweet.

i have no mouth and i must scream is a psychological thriller about five people and their dark pasts trying to outwit an AI. it's very atmospheric and also has variously fucked up (by life) protagonists.

whispers of a machine is another detective game with more of a sci-fi slant, though it's set in a world inspired by sweden and other nordic countries. it's also very atmospheric and has some great voice acting.

buddy simulator 1984 gave me a lot of the same feelings disco elysium did (wistfulness, nostalgia, anxiety, etc lol). i really loved the first half of the game but wasn't as into the second half, would absolutely still recommend it though.

and if we're talking just straight up great crpgs with a heavily political tone, i will always always always recommend harebrained schemes shadowrun trilogy (especially dragonfall and hong kong, both incredible games. returns is... fine lol but definitely not on the level of the sequels) and fallout 1 and 2.

plus, no rec list about magical realism would be complete without life is strange. :') i haven't played any of the sequels and it's been a long time since i played it, but i remember loving it at the time.

games i haven't played yet but that are on my to play list and which look like they could scratch the same itch:

citizen sleeper, also a dice based game which is very narrative and exploration based.

norco, which several of my friends love a lot.

where the water tastes like wine, which is set in the great depression era of the US and about collecting stories and sharing them.

pentiment, another detective game set in a real world approximation. i love everything obsidian touches so i'm sure it's great, but i haven't gotten round to it yet.

night in the woods seems to be popular with people who like DE so it might be up your alley. i'm pretty sure it's also magical realism?

roadwarden is another isometric point and click game about exploration and friends have said it has a great atmosphere.

i hope those are a good starting point for you! i would also genuinely recommend just hopping on itch.io and typing in a random prompt and seeing what you get. i've discovered sooo many wonderful games (many of them completely free, though i will always advocate for tipping the creators) by just noodling around on there. tons and tons of incredible indie games who don't have the luxury of publisher funding made by people who could really use the support.

enjoy and have a lovely day ^__^

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intoanotherworld23 · 1 year

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Right And Wrong

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: Some swear words, brief mention of sex

Length: 2.2k+ words

Summary: Working for a company that makes and builds different jets for naval bases has been an experience over the past year, and on top of that you have the best co workers and boss. Until one day the son of the owner shows up to change everything

I honestly really like this one and I hope you guys do too, and would love to receive honest feedback from everyone on this so far! If you want to be added to a tag list please let me know and I will be sure to add you! Hearts, reblogs, and comments would be very much appreciated!! Thank you all so much!! XOXO

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or publish my work or I will have you reported✨

"Please tell me," your friend came running up to you nearly out of breath her eyes wide like she had the biggest news to tell you. "That you have heard."

"Heard what?" Setting your bag and coffee cup onto your desk as you sat down in your chair. She was always an energetic person in the morning, and you were kind of the opposite.

"I can't believe he's actually coming in today." She exclaimed as you just stared at her still completely confused to what she was talking about.

"Who?" You asked having absolutely no idea who she was talking about.

"He's never come into the office before, and nobody knows why." She kept rambling on like you already knew exactly who she was referring to.

"Who?" You asked again but she kept mumbling in disbelief and you were starting to get a little annoyed with her.

"Okay you better start talking soon or I'm throwing my coffee in your face." You threatened jokingly not in the mood to play her little mind games.

"Bradley Bradshaw is coming in today." Shrugging your shoulders having no idea who she was talking about or why this man was so important. "Oh come on you can't tell me you don't know who he is."

"Can't say I've ever heard of him." Turning around in your chair as you started typing an email.

"Well you better act like you know him when he comes in." Crossing her arms across her chest a warning in her tone.

"Is he like royalty or something?" She scoffed at your response.

"Basically." Leaning against your desk as you looked back up at her. "He's the son of the company’s owner."

"Oh yeah right I thought the last name sounded familiar." Snapping your fingers as you finally remembered the last name.

You'd only been working at this company for about a year, and were still learning new things every day. You worked for a company that made jets, and sells them to different naval bases across the nation.

You knew who ran the company, but you've only met the man a couple of times in meetings. He seemed like a really sweet man, and seemed like the type of man to take care of his employees. You were just hoping his son was the same.

Jake Seresin was actually your boss, and everything you did was ordered by him. Jake was cocky and would flirt with you, but he was never rude or incredibly demanding of you. He has never crossed the line with you, and could actually be very nice. Never yelled at you or threatened to fire you. He was the perfect boss.

"I've heard his son is a major asshole." Well there goes that thought of him being nice. "But he is devastatingly handsome and single."

"Let me guess," you started off saying as you fully turned your chair towards her." He's a major playboy."

"I mean yeah." She shrugged like it was no big deal. "He's got women kneeling at his feet."

"Why does that not surprise me?" Your voice dripping with sarcasm as you chuckled.

"Once you see him though you'll see why girls throw themselves at him." She raised an eyebrow at while puckering her lips.

"Yeah the fact that he is worth millions and millions of dollars has nothing to do with it." Shaking your head as she just rolled her eyes at you.

"I mean the money is just an added bonus." She argued back.

"So for all you know he could be a millionaire with syphilis." Her mouth going wide open with a grin as your choice words.

"God that would suck if he does have something gross." Frowning disappointingly at the thought of her hopes and dreams getting crushed.

"Good morning ladies." Jake greeted as he looked up from his phone.

"Good morning Mr. Seresin." The both of you said simultaneously with a warm smile. Your friend twirling her hair in her finger as he bit her bottom lip enticingly.

"I hope you two aren't gossiping already." He chuckled being one of those bosses who bantered back and forth with his staff.

"That's how we get through the day sir." You joked as he shook his head with a huge smile

“Well try and play nicely girls.” Giving you both a sly wink as he stepped into his office.

"I'm gonna fuck him one day." She whispered loud enough for you to her as you almost choked on your coffee.

"Jesus Christ." Covering your mouth with your hand as you looked at her with wide eyes and she just laughed. "Could you be a little more blunt."

"Every single girl in this office would jump at the chance to get in his bed." She responded back as you just shook your head at her.

"Do all you think about is sex?" Nudging her shoulder as she giggled.

"Don't act like you wouldn't jump his bones should the opportunity arise." She was right but you weren't going to admit that out loud.

"Some of us can keep our legs closed." Squinting your eyes as you smirked at her.

"Once you see him shirtless you won't be saying that." She said in a sing songy voice.

"I have some dignity." Trying to not picture him shirtless now.

Now curious to what his body looked like, but having a good idea with how thick his arms were through his shirts. Even his thigh muscles bulged under his dress pants. The man looked like he took care of himself, and worked out everyday.

"Whatever I'm gonna go back to my desk." Waving her hand in defeat as she trudged back to her desk as you laughed at her.

She welcomed you on your first day with a friendly smile and helpful hand. Showing you the ropes, and shortcuts to things that they didn't teach you. Since then the two of you have become like best friends, and we're constantly hanging out and over at each others places. You were just thankful to have a friend like her.

Going through paper work and emails starting your day off right away. It was Friday and you weren't wanting to spend one extra minute after work trying to catch up. You were wanting to leave soon as possible, and open a bottle of wine and watch your shows. Jake was usually good about not stacking up the work load on your shoulders.

Although he was quite impressed how quickly you could keep up even having no experience in this kind of field before. He was just lucky he had someone like you to make his job easier, and he paid you very well too.

If Jake wasn't your boss you probably would have tried to date him. Or at least be more flirty with him, and probably tried to get him into bed. He was good looking, and was used to girls swooning over him.

So engrossed in your work that you didn't even hear someone walking up to your desk, and stopped in front of you. Feeling a shadow you slowly looked up to see a tall and hulkish man standing there with a grin on his face. Staring at him with a stoic look wondering who this man was.

He had on a very clean and expensive navy blue suit. His hair was perfectly combed back his blonde highlights exposed under the ceiling lights. The one thing that did stand out about him though was the trimmed mustache under his nose. Most men looked like cheesy porn stars with mustaches, but he actually looked really good in it.

"Can I help you?" Asking him as you stopped typing.

"Yeah is Jake in?" He asked looking over to where his office was.

"Do you have an appointment?" Chuckling at your question like you told a joke.

"I don't need an appointment sweetheart." He clicked his tongue at you, feeling your lips turn into a frown.

"Uh yeah you do." Answering him no amusement in your voice.

"All you gotta do is take those pretty hands of yours and pick up that phone and call your boss." His tone condescending towards you leaning back in your chair in disbelief at how he was talking to you.

"Or.. you can come back when you have an appointment." Snapping back at him but he just laughed lightly at you.

"You're new here aren't you?" Cocking his head to the side not in the least bit deterred by your tone.

You weren't going to let this guy upset you or get you frustrated. It would look bad on you if Jake saw or heard what was going on, and how you presented yourself to a potential client. How you act reflects on the man who owns this company, and that could mean your job. That's why you just decided to ignore his question.

"No appointment. No Jake." Standing your ground as you stood up crossing your arms under your breasts.

Watching as his eyes dropped down to your chest to whatever exposed cleavage he could ogle at. Hearing yourself scoff in disgust at this man already not liking him based off his whole demeanor and mannerisms. This man was one false move away from getting slapped.

"Do you know who I am sweetheart?" Raising an eyebrow at you as he stepped closer.

"No and quite frankly I could care less." Lifting your head up so you could look into his eyes.

"You've got some balls on you sweetheart." He was impressed that you weren't afraid of him, but also found it funny that you had no clue who he was.

“Bigger balls than what you’ve got.” Mumbling under your breath but he still heard you anyway.

“Keep talking sweetheart and you’ll find out.” His tone darker and deeper you visibly gulped at his threat.

"Stop calling me sweetheart."

"What's your name then?" He asked as he was standing so close you could smell the coffee on his breath.

"Like hell I'm gonna tell you my name." The man in front of you continued to smirk at you as you had one of disgust and distaste.

The two of you were just standing there staring at each other the other one refusing to back down first. It was like a challenge to you, and you were determined to win. Not even noticing that other people in the office were watching the two of you like a show down.

The tension was so thick between you two it could have been cut with a butter knife. At some point you felt like your body was starting to gravitate towards him, and you were getting lost in his eyes. This man was incredibly handsome but he was a major asshole the way he walked in here like he owned the place.

"Hey man I didn't even hear you come in." Jakes voice echoed as he walked towards you both stepping back from the man still maintaining eye contact.

Silently thanking Jake for coming out when he did otherwise things could have gotten worse. Jake clearly knew the man, and you almost blurted out what a major asshole he was being. Biting down on your tongue though not wanting to piss off Jake.

"Yeah sorry I was just talking to this beautiful woman." He complimented and you held back the fake gag in your throat.

"Yes she is beautiful and she also happens to be my very best employee." Turning to Jake to give him a very weak smile. "This is Y/N."

"Perfect name for her." This man was grinning like the Cheshire Cat rolling your eyes when Jake wasn't looking.

"She's been taking care of me for about a year now." He was singing your praise your ears felt like they were on fire.

"I'm sure she has." His tone and words like he was trying to say that Jake was meaning something else.

"I'm glad that you could come in at last minute." Focusing his attention on the man now as you just stood there.

"Of course you're my best friend I'd do anything for you." Great just your luck the two of them were best friends.

"I know it's a lot to ask of you." Now you were wondering what was going on looking away trying to act like you weren't paying attention anymore.

"Yeah of course anything for my fathers company." Your ears perked up as you shot your eyes over to the arrogant asshole who was smirking at you.

"F-father?" Stuttering as you looked over at Jake praying that you heard him wrong.

"Yeah his dad owns this company." Your stomach dropped and you wished the floor would swallow you whole. "This is Bradley Bradshaw."

"Nice to meet you sweetheart." Using the same pet name you hated before daring you to say something in front of Jake.

"I'm glad you two could meet." Jake having no idea of the interaction that you two just had. You were just gonna have to grin and bare it.

"She and I are gonna have a good time." Scrunching your face up wondering what he was meaning.

"What?" Your voice hushed as you had a look of panic that you hoped Jake didn't spot. "What does he mean?"

"Bradley's gonna be working here." All the background noise was now completely silent as you just stared at him a blank expression. "He's gonna be your boss for the next year."

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deadricslover · 2 years

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HELLO AGAIN :') was just thinking about clingy bale bruce wayne <3 i just wanna squeeze him , im literally ruined over a fictional man 😫 it's a pretty general idea, so take this in any direction you want, it'll be perfect either way :D

the best type of clingy

Here's my Masterlist!

a/n: this is so long omg. Bruce being clingy. AGH OMG. I'm melting inside. not my gif! but it's me and our kids he's looking at so....

summary: just some situations where Bruce is at his cutest, being clingy and adorable

warnings: very very long but really none just pure fluff and cuteness.

pairings: bale! Bruce Wayne X gn!reader

italics: flashbacks/examples

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Bruce's love language is touch. no doubt about it. You experience it when you are with him and when you're not. not that you're complaining, he makes you feel accepted and loved and you appreciate that more than he will ever know. his love for you translates into different forms and words. he says 'I love you', of course but if he ever says anything like 'be safe' or 'you can have the last slice'. he's saying I love you but in his own language. But overall of these, Bruce is clingy. Not in an annoying little kid clinging to your leg like a koala bear on a tree clingy but an adorable, loving type of clingy. He always must be touching you in some way, even if that is just letting your elbows touch when sitting down. Another thing he does is little mini speeches for you, at the most random moment he would start declaring his love for you again and again. They were your personal favourite, the creativity he shows in the way he words and phrases his sentences are so complex. he says he comes up with them on the spot based on what he feels --but he could have them planned out since you met eachother, who knows for sure--.

for example

you and Bruce were in the kitchen one night preparing dinner for the two of you plus Alfred whilst it was coming down heavy outside the window. It was picture perfect really, the conversation being thrown back and forth between passionate voices fitting perfectly together, while making homemade fresh pasta, flour spluttering all over yours and his clothes, hair and face. Smiles being lit up by the dim light illuminating the room showing off his high cheekbones and muscles which makes him look more god like then usual. As you were kneeding the dough you feel a pair of toned arms wrap around your waist from behind and a chin rest on the top of your head.

"hey" you say lowly

"hi " he replies.

"what are you doing?" you ask and he can hear the smile on your face in the way you talk.

"just admiring you" he answers honestly.

"you seem to do that a lot" you reply your voice wobbly from the smile plastered on your face and the giggle threatening to spill. You drop the dough and spin around to face him to see his eyes positioned right where yours are straight away.

"how could I not? I love you so much. I love all of you. when you're dying with a sickness, when you're bursting with excitement, when you're worried about something - big or small-. I love everything about you. More than you know. But, I don't just love you, I love being in love with you. You're so perfect and I adore the butterflies I experience when you text or when you come home. I love catching myself smiling at your text, when you answer the phone and even when you laugh before you tell your joke. that's my personal favourite. It reminds me that I'm with you. And that's the best cure to my lovesickness." he rambles on. you could cry. he's so sweet and so passionate and enthusiastic about declaring his love over and over again.

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another thing clingy Brice likes to do is calls and texts random times during the day. When he's at work and he's feeling homesick, he'd call. just to hear your voice. And to make sure you're ok of course.

Sometimes when he's leaving in the morning. He wouldn't let go of you at all, begging for five more minutes. As appealing as that sounded you couldn't give in as five minutes would turn into an hour turning into you missing work. You learned that the hard way. Instead of staying with him and missing work and also instead of him not seeing you for the whole day, he would call you while you're in work. twice a day, the exact same time not even a minute variation. On the rare occasion he would call a third time at a random point if he discovered exciting news.

your alarm rudely woke you up from your comfortable slumber, the sound reverberating against each wall reaching your ears in the process. The sound everyone dreads waking up to, an alarm. It reminded you that you had to leave the warmth of your bed and go to work at this ever so early hour. You give your eyes a rub and stretch with the little room you had as Bruce was attached to your side. You hated that you would have to leave him, but it had to happen. You try and unwrap his arm from you but this makes him cling harder.

"Bruce, I have to go" you inform him in a low voice.

In response he just lets out a disapproving grunt and burries his head into you even more.

"I'm sorry, bub, but I have to go to work"

this makes him pull the card that he does every morning. It's near impossible to deny it and get up and get ready.

"five more minutes" he whispers with sleep laced in his voice after he lets out a little whine in disapproval.

"go back to sleep" you try and convince him. He Huff's and stays in his position for a while more before rolling onto his back and squeezing his eyes shut while stretching his muscles.

"I'll call you at-" you interrupt him knowing what his next words will be

"12:30. I know, Bruce it's the same everyday" you giggle lightly before kissing him quickly on his forehead and reluctantly moving away to get ready.

Bruce did just that too. what he does everyday. he called at 12:30. you were doing paper work when you heard the phone call. it saved you from possibly going insane. The other side of the line wasnt ringing too long before a perky voice interrupted the beeping.

"hey, Bruce" you say smiling

"well hello, sunshine" he replies.

"so what's the chat about today?" you inquire pushing the pile of paper away.

"anything. I miss your voice. how's work?" he's too cute. you blush in your office alone thankful that nobody would see you.

"hectic. but I'm getting through it" you huff out tired from the day already

"you always do. you're strong" he compliments.

"thanks, Bruce. honestly, you're oh so motivational words help me through the day."

"do they? I guess I'll have to give them more often." he replies that signature smile in his voice.

"I don't know if you can give any more"

"trust me. I'll find a way. keep talking, have you taken your break yet?" he quizzes

"no, not yet. I haven't gotten the chance to" you reply honestly

"you should do that. and make sure to eat, ok?" wow, he sounds like a mom. but it's perfect.

"yeah, I will. thanks for caring. What about you anything special being king of Gotham today?"

he Huffs sarcastically "no. it's so boring today. I had a meeting this morning and I took a nap during it."

"of course you did... look, I love talking with you but I have to finish this pile before midnight next year so I'm gonna go." you tell him reluctantly

"yeah, do that. I want to see you as soon as possible." he replies

"I do too. I'll see you later. I love you"

"I love, you more." he replies before you end the call.

hours go by of filling in paper, highlighting points, dealing with hard clients and so much more. You finally walk back into your office and slump down on the chair hoping for a minute of peace. But that you didn't get. the phone rings again just like it did 17 times already that day. You pick It up after a few rings filled with moments of contemplation on wheather you should answer it or not.

"hello, this is-" you go to say but get cut off by the other person

"y/n, it's me. You'll never guess what happened." he sounds hectic on the other side of the line. you were secretly so over the moon to hear his voice.

"I don't wanna guess. just tell me" you say sounding tired even through the phone.

Bruce seems to calm down from whatever high he has and tells you the news in more of a calmed tone to fit your sleepy mood change from a couple hours ago.

"well, I just found out that we're doing a Collaboration with a big company" he says into the speaker in a hushed tone excitement seeping it's way through.

"no way. that's amazing, congratulations!" you reply excitement starting to wake you up. you were always the first person he told about everything it's adorable and made you feel special.

"and you'll never guess who's company it is" he states suggestively. it immediately clicks that it's your company, why you weren't informed of this you had no idea but that didn't matter right now. you were excited to spend more time with him in the workplace and during the day.

"why wasn't I informed of this?" you inquire showing you understood

"I don't know. you will be though, just act surprised when it happens okay?" he informs

"yeah I will" this was gonna be fun.

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if you want a part two I can make it happen! I have so many more ideas but the post was long enough 🙊

#batman begins #bruce wayne fluff #the dark knight #the dark knigth rises #christian bale x reader #dc #batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #christian bale #deadricslover #Christian bale x reader

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offantasiesandreams · 1 year

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Hellooo if requests are still open,,, may i please request one with zacharie, the batter and valarie? With the reader having an overactive imagination (i.e being able to make up stories on the spot and sometimes rambling about these idea’s) maybe at some point just saying “oh im sorry,, am i rambling to much???” If you reply thank you for your time and have a wonderful day!! :D

Anon, I'm going to give you the most loving headpat of all time for requesting Vader Eloha!!!

Batter, Zacharie and Vader Eloha with a Reader who has an Overactive Imagination

Batter:

Batter is always going to be all ears whenever his beloved puppeteer starts talking, your voice being more beautiful than any song angels or something akin to them could sing, so naturally he will give each and every single one of your stories his full attention. But it’s not just the way your voice sounds that has him completely smitten, oh no, it’s also your creativity and the way you express yourself through the medium of speech, with all kinds of emotions behind it.

From the way you smile when you think of something funny or wholesome to the way you could almost cry when your beloved characters die, it all makes all the more intrigued by your stories and ideas, not that he wasn’t already. And even if you simply state them in the most flat and monotone voice imaginable, he will still be more than happy to listen to you. You can expect him to ask you some questions as well, if you don’t mind them.

Whilst he may not be the most expressive person, or the most imaginative one either, having a hard time imagining something in full detail that isn’t just his instinct in battle, he will try his best to visualise something you’re telling him about. As mentioned before, he will ask questions since he has difficulty doing so. And who knows, maybe if you tell him about something very wholesome and sweet he might just think that you and him being in that situation might be very sweet as well!

Don’t you worry about apologising to the guy, he won’t take any offence to you talking a lot, quite the opposite, he loves it. The only time he will interrupt you is when you’re about to get maimed by a spectre, but I think that can be excused. Other than that, he will tell you that it’s alright in his usual, flat and monotone tone.

Zacharie:

Zacharie will also be giving you his full attention, most of the time. When he isn’t haggling with a tough customer, he, too, will listen to every single word you have to say. Of course, that doesn’t mean you won’t be teased lightly on occasion or flirted with when you have some ideas, but he means well and will stop if you don’t take too kindly to it. If it’s an especially sweet idea he might just imagine the two of you being in that scenario while neither you nor customers are around.

Will write your ideas down in a small notebook and say that he’s going to sell them. He could, he knows they would go like warm bread rolls, but he won’t do so. Each and every single idea and story of yours is like a small treasure, a memory worth more than any amount of credits in the world. Sometimes he’ll read through his notebook(s) and remember all the scenarios you’ve come up with. Zacharie might try his hand at writing something based on your stories to surprise you with, and he’s not that bad of a writer either, but he doesn’t have too much confidence in himself since he thinks he won’t ever be as good at it as you, so most of his drafts end up in the trash.

If he can feel that it’s going to be a longer story and the two of you are home, then he will prepare a seat for the two of you, some drinks and, if time allows it, some food as well. Talking for a long time can make you feel parched and hungry and he does value your comfort and well-being over everything else. Plus, if you’re okay with it, he would like to have a nice cuddle session with you as well while you tell him all about your ideas.

This man does not take kindly to you being mean to yourself. He’ll take your hands in his and tell you that there’s absolutely no need to apologise, that he loves listening to you more than anything and that you’re so creative, it would be a waste for you to not share your beautiful ideas with anyone. While he can be sneaky when it comes to talking, knowing very well what to say to make a good bargain, he would never lie to you. Especially not during moments like these.

Vader Eloha:

She absolutely adores your capability of storytelling. She’s a mother, so she knows that coming up with stories can be rather difficult at times, so Eloha can definitely admire that. If you’re fine with it, she would love to have you tell some of your stories to Hugo and her while you eat cookies together and drink some milk, or any other beverage of your choice. Yes, she would prefer you told Hugo only the funny or wholesome ones with a good ending, but if it’s just the two of you, you’re more than welcome to tell her any violent or gorey stories as well, she can take it.

Eloha will sit with you at a table and drink some tea while you tell her all about your newest idea. If you’re smiling while narrating something sweet she, too, will be giving you a gentle smile. Even if you’re frowning or on the verge of tears, she’ll give you comforting words. During the latter, she will, after you’re done, of course, make a suggestion on how to make the story a bit more happy, if not give it a happy ending altogether. In her opinion, everyone deserves one, no matter how rough around the edges they are.

The Queen is pretty good at drawing stuff, so, if she ever finds the time, she might draw a scene or two from one of your stories or ideas and give the finished piece to you. Giving her a hug or a sweet kiss will only inspire her to do so more often. The more descriptive you are, the more details she will encompass while making her art. In fact, if you’re down for it, the two of you could always just sit together while you tell your story or idea and she will draw it at the same time. You could create a picture story together like that!

If you ever apologise to her, she will simply embrace you ever so gently and give you a kiss on the forehead or crown of your head, telling you that it’s alright. She loves listening to anything you have to say and will repeat such as often as you need to hear it. If you ever need reaffirmation that it’s okay, she’ll start asking questions and show even more interest in all your creativity, showing you even more support than before. Eloha just wants you to be as happy and comfortable as you could possibly be.

#off (game)#off x reader #batter x player #batter x reader #zacharie x player #zacharie x reader #vader eloha x reader #queen (off) x reader #I want Eloha to kiss me on the cheek #women enjoyers unite!!!#anyway sorry for the long pause #I've been studying a lot even after work to prepare for school #but I do wanna get all my requests done before it starts #since I know I won't have time anymore after it does orz #if only the other requests weren't this long orz #not for this blog I mean #I'm rambling this time sorry haha #either way thank you for the request and have a nice day/evening!#also this is not beta-read fnjka

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 7 months

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May I please request the Noah’s Ark Circus crew with a multilingual s/o? I legit feel like the s/o would call them pet names in their native language on a regular basis. I speak English, Spanish, and French irl.

aaaaaaaaa cute!!

Oh, God, just make ‘er weak in the knees, why don’t y’? There’s something about not knowing her S/O’s language that frustrates her, because she only speaks English. However, what makes up for it is the fact that she learns certain words based on what they call her. ‘Mi amor’? That’s the equivalent of her calling them ‘love’, and it makes her feel… happy. She learns by the tone of their voice that what they’re calling her is a very affectionate thing, so… that’s all she needs to know. (She does make sure she knows at least one curse word in one of their languages, though. Just in case she needs it.)

Aaaah… will they say nice things t’ ‘im that ‘e doesn’t understand, often? For whatever reason, that hits him in a part of his heart that he can’t fully describe, to himself or anyone else. Sometimes he feels bad that he doesn’t know everything they’re saying, but, then again, they don’t expect him to. All he really wants is to listen to them calling him pet names, and blush, and cuddle up to them as he returns the sentiment in English. “Lumière de ma vie”… please don’t ever stop calling him that? He knows what it means, and it makes him smile, and he wants to hear it at least once every day.

Oh, goodness! Their sweet’eart knows wot they like t’ ‘ear, don’t they? This is possibly one of the best concepts they’ve ever had in their life; wonderful little terms of endearment, just for them, in a language they don’t speak. They know their S/O must be calling them good things, because of the tone of voice… it makes them feel so warm. Although they know that, it doesn’t stop them from asking (Name) to give them some basic lessons. Don’t blame them, they just want to be able to hold a small conversation in another language. Plus… they want to be able to call their S/O “querida/querido” like (Name) does to them.

Awww, well, doesn’t ‘e got the mos’ darlin’ li’l thing on ‘is arm? Really, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve them, but he’ll gladly do it again if that means they won’t stop. Much as he’s interested in other languages, he doesn’t feel like he has the time nor energy to commit to learning a new one. Just listening to his S/O call him things like “amoreaux” and they do it in the most loving tone imaginable, that’s close enough. He loves to listen to them talk in whatever language they feel like talking in, and he could drift off to their voice if he felt like it. And although he’s self-conscious about his pronunciation… they might be able to get him to (shyly) say a few romantic things in whatever language they choose. He aims to please, after all!

Mmmh… they’re way too sweet t’ ‘im, ain’t they? Callin’ ‘im nice things like that. On one hand, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it. On the other hand… a couple of pet names in, and he starts to melt. After the first two or three times his S/O calls him some loving name in another language, it begins to break him down. He’s very much a person who lets his S/O do whatever as long as it’s not harmful to them or anyone else, so that’s his approach to this too. “Tesoro” is one that gets him to blush, more than any other, since he’s learned what these things mean. To be treasured by someone… ah, well… he thinks he can live with that.

Nnnnnghh, do they really ‘afta call ‘im nice, soft things like that all the time? It’s not like he hates it, of course not. He just… he finds it hard to handle, the fact that someone wants to give him these pet names that are so much better than he thinks he is. He doesn’t understand the other languages, but he knows from what his S/O tells him what those words mean that they call him. For whatever reason, his absolute favorite is when they murmur, “bel homme” to him in any situation. It’s… not really so bad, when he adjusts to it. He also makes them teach him every curse word in every language they know. Hey, he might need one of them someday!!

(Goodness, what a charmer. You should find something sweet to call them in return.) He… supposes that wouldn’t be a bad idea, Wordsworth. A… any suggestions?! As it stands, Snake is actually the one who understands more of these languages than his S/O might expect. He likes to read, so it’s not far-fetched to think he’s come across a few of them before. Though… he’s still incredibly flustered by any of them being used on him. His S/O calling him “mi corazón” — how does he respond? Use that term back to them? Or something else…? He gets nervous trying to use the snakes’ comments for flirting, even though they’re happy to help. He just sort of curls up against (Name) and stammers out a thank you, managing to call them ‘love’ or something similar before blushing a whole bunch.

Aah, well… are they sure they wanna say stuff like that t’ ‘er? Hah, once they say it… they can’t take it back! The languages themselves are lost on her except for picking up bits and pieces from what they say, but the intent behind them isn’t. Even though she might not know exactly what they’re saying, she knows what they’re saying. Being called something even so simple as “ma chérie” makes her blush a bit; it makes her feel as if her S/O is treating her just like any other woman, and she enjoys that immensely. Once in a while, she’ll nestle into them and ask if they might call her one of those pet names, or she’ll ask what they’d like her to call them in another language. She’s… surprisingly comfortable with it.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Beast #Dagger #Doll/Freckles #Joker #Jumbo #Peter #Snake #Wendy #reaction #romantic #fluff #domestic #UGH MY BABIES.........#they all deserve it <3 #one hell of a queue

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osaka-lilac · 5 months

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movie recommendations?

OOO yes thank u for asking daniel i have Lots of movies i like but ill keep it short n sweet (edit after i wrote everything: i did not keep it short) all links are to the movie’s letterboxd pages (and while you’re at it follow me on letterboxd)

animated:

the secret of kells: a fictional story based on the actual book of kells, an illuminated manuscript of Celtic gospels. it was nominated for best animated feature in 2010 but lost to Up (personally i think fantastic mr fox should have won that year but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) BUT it’s a beautiful movie and has a beautiful score and such intricate art its so inspired by the illustrations of the actual book it’s Insane

the tale of the princess kaguya: released in 2013, this was director isao takahata’s last film with studio ghibli, and his last major film ever before his passing in 2018. it’s a retelling of the japanese folktale the tale of the bamboo cutter from the Heian period. it’s about a man who cuts a bamboo and finds a baby in the stalk, who is actually a princess from the moon. once again it’s another GORGEOUS film done in all pencil and watercolor- and hand-made. and once again joe hisashi comes out swinging with one of the most underrated ghibli soundtracks of their entire catalog. much more of a serious tone than kells, yet made me cry in 15 minutes not out of sadness but out of like. the joy of life and stuff like that

isle of dogs: the obligatory wes anderson film, this one’s my favorite by a longshot. it’s about a boy who goes looking for his dog after japan bans all dogs during a canine flu outbreak. that’s a simple explanation. it’s all the best things about wes anderson with his beautiful flat still frames and wonderful voice performances from everyone involved.

live action:

the great dictator: the charlie chaplin film. you know the one if you know film history. a satirical comedy about the nazis that’s pretty damn funny yet a commentary and reflection of humanity at the time of its release, 1940. MANY of its messages ring just as true today as it did over 80 years ago. it’s proof that a movie does not have to take itself seriously or be stuffy in order to say something important. at the time, no one was making movies about the current war and the nazis, and chaplin, for a moment in time, was the bravest man on earth for creating it and going through with the film.

inglorious bastards: a quentin tarantino film about the bastards, a group of american jews scalping and killing nazis. yes, another ww2 film. it’s entertaining, it’s exciting, it’s truly exhilarating. a high energy film. a high tension film. it makes me tired after watching but it’s so so worth it.

moonage daydream: a visual documentary about david bowie. directed by brett morgen, it tells us nothing new about bowie’s life. however, it retells his story in a visual collage of light and color unlike any other story. it’s a way that i think bowie would have loved to have his story told.

send a sleepover ask!!

#thank you daniel i hope you enjoy #love u my friend #ask #answered #sleepover

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devious-little-milkmaiden · 4 months

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Favorite Albums That I Listened to in 2023

I'm not a huge fan of listening to albums, so I'm actually surprised as to how many I listened to in the past year: though that's mostly because a friend and I started giving each other album recommendations.

Cracker Island Gorillaz, 2023

I was excitedly anticipating this one, though I'm a pretty moderate Gorillaz fan. They had some great collaborations on this one, such as Bootie Brown, Beck, Bad Bunny, and Stevie Nicks! It's not my favorite Gorillaz album but still a pretty solid one.

Favorite songs: "Cracker Island", "Oil", "Skinny Ape", and "Silent Running".

Bella Donna Stevie Nicks, 1981

In contrast to Cracker Island and Gorillaz, I am a huge Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac fan. Bella Donna is Nicks' debut solo album, and I absolutely love how powerful it feels, and the Nicks era that it ushered in.

Favorite songs: "Edge of Seventeen", "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around"

The Kick Inside Kate Bush, 1978

Kate Bush is an artist that I love dearly, though I usually prefer to cherry-pick her songs rather than listening to entire albums of hers, usually because each individual song on her albums vary greatly by tone. I would say that The Kick Inside is one of the few that I do enjoy listening to from beginning-to-end. Some of my absolute favorites of Kate Bush come from this album, and overall, it does have a pretty consistent tone. It's airid, ethereal, comedic and whimsical.

Favorite songs: "The Saxophone Song", "Wuthering Heights" (!!!!!!) "Oh to Be in Love", "L'Amour Looks Something Like You" (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

The Queen is Dead The Smiths, 1986

Very appropriate listen for 2023.

I don't know much about The Smiths lore or what it says about me that I like them or whatever, I just enjoy listening to their music :).

Favorite songs: "I Know It's Over", "Cemetery Gates", "Bigmouth Strikes Again"

Melt My Eyez See Your Future Denzel Curry, 2022

This was one that was recommended to me by a friend based on his personal taste, which is pretty different from mine. I absolutely adore this album's sound. It has a sort of vulnerable charm to it.

Favorite songs: "Walkin", "Mental"

Are You Experienced Jimi Hendrix, 1967

I only started listening to Jimi Hendrix in 2023, and boy have I been missing out. His voice!!! His sound!!!! His guitar!!!!! Him!!!! Absolutely spectacular. This is Exhibit A in music that changes you. I feel like that scene in Elvis where all the girls lose their minds when I listen to this album.

Favorite songs: "Purple Haze", "Manic Depression", "Hey Joe", "Love Or Confusion", "The Wind Cries Mary" (!!!!!!) "Are You Experienced", "Highway Chile"

Hozier Hozier, 2014

I listen to this one and I think, "Yep, this is a Hozier album." Idk how else to describe it. Quintessential Hozier: ethereal, folksy, bee-boppy.

Favorite songs: "Jackie And Wilson", "From Eden", "Someone New", "Sedated", "Work Song" (!!!!!!!!)

Wasteland, Baby! Hozier, 2019

Again, quintessential Hozier, yet a bit more refined, more dark and romantic. Hozier's artistry is aging like wine. Transcendent.

Favorite songs: "Almost (Sweet Music)" (!!!!!) "Movement" (!!!!!) "Would That I", "Sunlight"

Never for Ever Kate Bush, 1980

Kate Bush at her finest. She is my everything. Similar to The Kick Inside, this one is whimsical and comedic, yet it differs with a much heavier weight and increased closeness.

Favorite songs: "Babooshka", "The Wedding List", "Army Dreamers" (!!!!!)

The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars David Bowie, 1972

I want this buried with me. My absolute favorite of Bowie's albums. It has a transcendent proximity, a sentence which makes no sense. It feels close and far away at the same time (what I am pretentiously describing is called an echo).

Favorite songs: "Five Years", "Soul Love", "Starman", "It Ain't Easy", "Lady Stardust", "Star", "Ziggy Stardust", "Suffragette City", "Rock 'n' Roll Suicide"

Superclean, Vol. II The Marías, 2018

Another one of my friend's recommendations. This one puts me in a good mood and clears my mind. :)

Favorite songs: All of them.

Unreal Unearth Hozier, 2023

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Favorite songs: "De Selby (Part 2)", "First Time", "Francesca", "I, Carrion (Icarian)", "Who We Are" (RASDHFKASDJGSDKGFGNASJDDSJGAFVLDFEJRGAOLFNVASGNWRG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), "Abstract (Psychopomp)", "Unknown / Nth", "First Light"

Thee Sacred Souls Thee Sacred Souls, 2022

The Greta Van Fleet of soul, taking it back to one of the most recognizable sounds from the genre. They're just so sweet.

Favorite songs: "Lady Love", "Easier Said Than Done", "Future Lover" (I have a t-shirt of theirs with this song's lyrics)

Also, it's not on this album but "Running Away" is ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC AND I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF IT.

Mozart: Requiem Mozart, Karitta Mattila, Sara Minguardo, Michael Schade, Bryn Terfel, Berliner Philharmoniker

It has the drama. It'll make you feel like you're in a Donna Tartt novel. I have a bit of a hard time sitting through classical albums but this one is endlessly captivating.

Favorite songs: "Requiem, K. 626: I. Introitus. Requiem aeternam", "Requiem, K. 626: III. Sequentia: f. Lacrimosa", "Requiem, K. 626: V. Sanctus"

Final Thoughts: Quite a wide range of genres this year, though I must say I enjoyed stepping out of my usual listening tendencies and exploring some genres I was heavily deprived in.

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BELLE AUTOMATA CHRONICLE 1 - GAME REVIEW

Reviews can contain a few spoilers. Heavy, in-depth spoilers will have a warning.

Dev Team - Jellyfish Parade Romance Routes - 2 (GxB) Rating - Teen Available On - Itch.io and Steam Price - $19.99

Overall Rating 5/5

*This review is solely based on Chronicle 1

SUMMARY (RETRIEVED FROM ITCH.IO)

Aureve is an android, content with a life of weaving silk tapestries alongside her master--but when he dies, his family sells her off due to her being a rogue: a self-aware android.

Thrown into a new home of refuge for rogues, the newly freed Aureve must find her place amongst them and answer the question once and for all: how does one weave a new identity when the strings to the old have been cut?

Inspired by lore from the likes of Cupid and Psyche, The Wizard of Oz, Pinocchio and other beloved tales, Belle Automata is the journey of an android reinventing herself. Join Aureve and the others as they forge their own paths dealing with love, self-acceptance, and grief for a life left behind.

REAPER REVIEW

I remember backing the first Kickstarter for Chronicle 1, knowing then and there that it was going to be a good game…and I was not disappointed!

Fun fact: Belle Automata was the first game I ever backed and it’s all been downhill for my wallet from there.

I was immediately pulled in by the art, not only of the Love Interests (LIs) but also by the Main Character (MC) herself, Aureve, whom you can rename but I loved it so much that I left it (plus if you don’t change it the voice lines will say her name). Then add on the idea of rogue androids and finding your new self when you’ve lost everything you ever knew, this story became personal. I was there to help Aureve find the best her that she could be.

But what’s an otome without the LIs?

CAST

Romances for Chronicle 1

The Nightmare Prince (He/Him) - If scary name then why so adorable? My obligatory protecc character.

Victor (He/Him) - What can I say? I like an android with a hard exterior but soft heart.

Others/Future Romances

Zaffre (He/Him) - The flamboyant best friend (for this run), but is there more behind his smile?

Diego (He/Him) - Sweet, gentle, quiet Diego…he knows all.

Roman (He/Him) - The big bro that everyone lowkey wishes they had.

Klaus (He/Him) - A great doctor…if not a little scatterbrained at times.

One thing I enjoyed about Belle Automata was how it is being broken into Chronicles, so while we are introduced to all of the potential LIs in this chronicle (C1), we can’t romance them until later. I like this approach because it allows me to pick between 2 romances rather than 6 and I can love them in their own stories. This also allows the supporting cast to play different roles based on who you’re romancing.

For example, in my Victor playthrough, I became very close friends with Zaffre and the occasional companionship with the Nightmare Prince and Diego, while Roman and Klaus interacted with me in some pivotal moments. I was able to appreciate every character as they were rather than potential romances, something I think I miss when all romances are available in games. This also made me want to romance Zaffre in Chronicle 2 even though I had no inclination to do so beforehand.

It’s also clear how much effort the dev team put into this game when it comes to sensitive topics that the characters face, as well as making a game with a full POC cast with various skin tones. These things are very important to the team and that shines through in the game.

*Heavy spoilers ahead*

Now, I don’t know how I missed this but there are in fact 6 possible endings, and oh man was I in shambles upon getting the neutral ending. Although looking back it was still quite sweet and could still lead to a sweet ending between the two…BUT I WANTED THE KISS!

There are about 14 decisions after you enter the romance route and I guess I made 1 too many incorrect choices. I’m not sure what the range of correct answers you need to get for each ending but a lovely community member posted a guide on Steam which I will link here (which I followed after getting my fated ending because I love doing the first runs with no help. No matter how much it hurt my soul).

*End of heavy spoilers*

To my fellow otome players who like choice indicators or plus/minus systems after your choices to see how you’re doing…this game might annoy you especially with Victor cuz a lot of his responses could be to either or so it felt to me. But don’t let that discourage you cuz again GUIDE.

OTHER THINGS TO NOTE:

Aureve is the literal best MC I’ve come across and if you don’t love her…I have some questions.

100,000+ words of dialogue.

About 7-10 hours of gameplay.

There’s full voice acting! And I don’t mean pages of Narrator and a few character lines. It is easily 90% character voiced lines.

6 endings possible.

The community comes to the rescue with the Perfect Ending Guides (thank you!!!)

There is currently a Kickstarter going on to fund Chronicle 2 and 3 and you can bet I put my money where my mouth is because I need more of these characters. I mean after romancing Victor or the Nightmare Prince just imagine seeing them as side characters to other romances! You could see multiple different facets of your favorite LI!

Steam and Itch.io game links :)

Who are you looking forward to romancing?

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