#old things in my drafts 😁

[vampireimiko]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, NONE !! i literally only write fluff atp omg

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, don't even get me started with the title omg.. THIS is something that's been sitting in my drafts for a minute, I was gonna post two requests tn but they're both not done😭 so just take this for neow 🫶🏾

"Hey baby, something bothering you?" You asked as Leon flopped onto your shared bed. Today was a Saturday and you both had nowhere to be, so you and Leon decided to lounge around.

"Just how do you do that? The knowing something's wrong all the time." Leon questioned as he looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes. You surprised him with that skill all the time and it never got old to him.

"Mmm see, I can't tell you, it's a super hard skill to master. Plus it looked very obvious with the way you just fell into bed like that." You shrugged in a nonchalant way with a smile on your face.

"Now come on! Tell me what's wrong."

"My back has been killing me." Leon groans into a pillow, back problems and body aches in general were most likely expected as he had just gotten back from a mission less than a week ago.

"Aw baby, would you like a massage?" You questioned in a affectionate way while beginning to put your book aside on your bedside dresser.

"I mean, if your offering." Leon then sits up to discard his shirt and lays down flat on his stomach. While he does that, you go to the bathroom to get the baby oil and pour it on his defined back.

"Shit it's cold.." Leon shivers as he felt the first few drops of oil pelt his back. Throughout the whole massage you receive huge amounts of praise from Leon as you focused on specific parts of his back at a time.

"Ah, that feels good."

"Ooh yes, that spot right there."

"Fuck how'd you get so good at this?"

Giggling, you respond in a cheeky tone, "I may or may not have a bit of experience doing this type of thing."

"Well, that experience surely has paid off- AH!"

After hearing that you quickly withdraw your hands from his back in a frantic manner, "Are you okay? Do I need to stop?"

"No, no, I'm okay." He laughed breathlessly. "You just hit a really tense spot."

"Phew, that's good to know! Had me thinking I hurt you for a second." You said smacking his shoulder playfully.

"Ow! Well now your gonna hurt me." Leon spoke in a equally playful way.

"Yeah Yeah, I'm gonna massage it out now, just tell me where it is."

"Just a little to the left, down a bit.. Ah, right there." Leon sighed in bliss, he could get used to this feeling, he thought.

After a bit of time, you eventually got the knot out of his back and began to make sure they're weren't anymore.

"You have got to give me more massages after missions, my god."

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, this was HARDLY proofread😭 so if you see any issues no you didn't 😁 ANYWAY, hope you enjoyed and reblogs and constructive criticism are appreciated !! 🫶🏾

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

#spirits works 🤍 #x black reader #black!reader #leon kennedy x black reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy x black!male reader #leon resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #resident evil x black reader

[inthememetime]

There are plenty of posts where Justice League and Constantine sees Danny's Ghost King Form in all of its Eldritchy glory, from on being Lightning Based to one being compared to an event horizon, as he takes down the ghost that was giving the League problems and it basically freaks them out.

So when I stumbled upon this picture

I knew that this could be an excellent form worthy of a King if it was tweaked to fit Danny with ghostly elements, and maybe ice themes sprinkled with something Space related.

Like Vortex or Undergrowth is giving the League trouble, then this thing straight out of the Old Testament shows up, takes down the Ghost, and turns back to Danny who didn't know he just melted the League's brains.

Or, maybe during The Legion of Doom / The Light tries to summon the Ghost King for power/ take over the world, and Danny comes along looking like that and scares everyone there shitless.

How do you think that will go down?

I have had this in my drafts for So Very Long... Im sorry!!!

Holy *^$π, Batman!™

I LOVE the image, and 100% agree, it's an awesome base to work off with Danny.

I think it would be hilarious. Matter of fact, I wrote a fic about it. 😁 If you have an AO3, let me know and I'll gift it to you.

Ao3 here

Be Not Afraid- or Whatever

Summary: The weather god- though Constantine swore it was 'just' a ghost- had pinned down the entire Justice League. While they'd managed to trap Vortex in a two square mile area and evacuate civilians, and even arrested the cult responsible, they in turn were trapped in a small warehouse, protected only by the blood blossom spray and salt circle Constantine made.

With no way to fight it, they had only one choice: summon another ghost. Enter Ghost King Danny Phantom, stage right.

    Rain, wind, and hail pounded heavily against the metal roof and walls of the tiny back office of a warehouse. 

    Earlier today- just this morning, in fact- it had been a bright and warm summer day. The Flash flinched as a piece of hail broke through a window. Constantine didn't flinch, intent on his task. Superman was still unconscious, Batman picking out shards of kryptonite from a bullet that had hit its mark too well. 

    It was silent but for the occasional pained gasp from their Kryptonian friend, and Constantine's low mutters in what sounded like Ancient Latin to Barry's untrained ears. 

    Thunder roared, and the single lightbulb went out. Wordlessly, Batman cracked a pair of glowsticks, passing one to him so he could hold it up for Constantine. Clark groaned quietly. 

    A cult of summoners swearing fealty to Vortex, Lord of Storms, seemed easy enough to stop; Batman made the plan and coordinated with everyone. He and Superman rescued hostages and dock workers alike as Batman and Constantine took down the cult. 

    It was supposed to be easy. Simple. It was anything but. 

    The smell of the weird floral spray Constantine used- Blood Blossoms, the magic user had said- was beginning to fade. A drop of sweat fell down Constantine's face. His lips were pressed tight, white against the odd pallor of his face. 

    "John," Barry whispered, "how much longer?"

    Another window broke. Batman swore quietly. "Good news is, we've got the blood sacrifice ready," he joked under his breath. He winced then, and pressed his hand against the bandage on his arm. 

    It had bled through again, but the others were needed for Clark. In a rare event, the alien was the most injured on the team. 

    The cultists had purchased bullets laced with kryptonite from somewhere, which didn't hurt Constantine any more than a regular one. The same couldn't be said for Clark. 

    The magic-user hesitated until water started to bubble underneath the door, threatening the complicated circle of chalk and blood. He spoke, and this time it wasn't in Latin. Barry couldn't recognize it. 

    The temperature began to drop further while the air around the man began to shimmer, almost. Ozone gathered in the air, and the darkness increased until he couldn't see anything. Even the glowstick was a pinprick of light so tiny he couldn't be sure it was real. 

    A low rumble sounded and a radioactive green pool started to open. One massive clawed hand grabbed the edge. Constantine's voice cracked- but didn't stop. Another hand pulled out, and another, folowed by one more. 

    They were white as snow up to the wrists. One massive wing shot up, far too big for the office, followed by another, both black as night and covered with starry patterns. The next thing Barry made out was a crown of twisted black iron and glittering jewels, wreathed in green flame, atop two large horns, blue like sea ice. 

    The figure continued to rise as John spoke, revealing a second, then third set of wings and a mane of white hair which flowed in a wind he couldn't feel. Four sets of eyes opened, some solid green and glowing, some pitch black, some solid white, and the last a myriad of colors. 

    The thing's face was almost tan, almost the color of mortal flesh, but green scars like lightning bolts marred it. A thud alerted him of one massive foot, then another, both white and clawed. 

    The rest of its body except a shining white D was black as the void. When it opened its mouth, he had to look away, unsure if he feared or loved it, found it beautiful or terrifying. 

    Abruptly, the light from the sticks was back. He didn't dare look at Clark or Batman to see how they were doing; every instinct said he was in front of a predator, and showing the weak of the herd would be a death sentence. 

    Finally, Constantine fell silent. 

    "What's up? Kind of a weird place for a summons, you know," it said, and Barry swallowed. It sounded like a child, an old man, a windstorm, the shriek of a blizzard, the thunder of roaring waves all at once. 

    "I have summoned you, King of Ghosts, to take your servant back to your realm," Constantine managed, voice only wavering a little. 

    It leaned forward. "And the price?"

    The thing sounded almost teasing. Amused. 

    "What would you ask of us?"

    "Autographs," it immediately said. "From Martian Manhunter, Superman, Cyborg, and Wonder Woman."

    Wait. What?

    "I'm a big fan," it added. 

    "Should all of us survive today, we will do so," he agreed. 

    "Sweet. Gimme like 5 minutes. Maybe 10, Vortex is a bit of a bitch. Also, be not afraid or whatever. I'm one of the good guys."

    It was gone, then, and abruptly Barry sucked in a breath. Sounds of a fierce battle echoed from outside for several minutes before the storm abruptly stopped. 

    Slightly singed, the Ghost King returned. "Hey, does Supes over there need a doctor? I know a good one in the GZ."

    He swallowed. Batman cleared his throat. "We only need to get the kryptonite out of him, he'll be fine."

    "Okay!" It chirped, then reached over and, without so much as ruffling the suit, reached into the alien and pulled out a small handful of shards. "I'll be back in a few weeks for those autographs- I'd say tomorrow, but time is weird. Bye, guys!"

    "Wait- can I ask for a way to contact you? If you'd be willing to help in the future," Constantine asked. 

    "Yeah, sure. My Chirper handle is @realdeadguy, all lowercase, no punctuation," he said, "and you can call me Phantom if you want."

    -

    "Guys!"

    Sam groaned and Tucker covered his face with a pillow. 

    "Dude, we know you just got back from a summons, but it's 3 am."

    Danny rocked back and forth, wings twitching. "I met the Justice League! They're so cool! Batman was there! Batman!!!"

    "I thought you were all about Su-"

    "And I saved Superman's life, isn't that awesome?! I kept the kryptonite, look, real-life rock from space!"

    "Rocks aren't alive, Danny," Sam muttered. Then, a second later, "wait, what?! You met the Justice League? Was Wonder Woman there?"

    "No, but I asked for an autograph."

#danny phantom #inthememetime #danny phantom au #eldritch danny #ghost king danny #vortex #constantine #dp x dc #barry allen #the flash #batman #superman

[self-spaghettification]

ok so i accidentally deleted the draft but a while back an anon asked me basically saying they had read Gone (are the Days) and wanted other good fanfic recs. and this was my response LMAO

hmm !! this may surprise you but i actually don’t consume that much fanfic. partially because i’m picky, partially bc i tend to consume content slowly or bounce around a lot, etc

i will say a general tip is to sort by bookmarks or kudos to get the good stuff and filter by specific tags as well! like i just read mage pride which is the top bookmarked item in the viravos tag and it was definitely worth the hype!!

if you enjoyed gone are the days,

you’d probably like the Professor Next Door by detectiphoenix (also a professor au but high school teachers!) besides that, here are some viravos fanfic i’ve enjoyed, off the top of my head:

(for context i’m not hyper into smut personally or try to find variety/creativity and i’m biased towards certain things lol but)

VIRAVOS FICS I LOVED <3

Mage Pride by luminiex - This is the top bookmarked fic in the viravos tag, and for good reason! While it is written after S2 and has more sympathetic Aaravos than in canon, it is still very well done in my opinion. I also love whatever it takes by them, it’s great if you don’t like smut too! Aaravos and Viren living together in this plane together lives rent free in my head 😭 I also love their fic where Aaravos gets to meet Viren’s family :)

Recidivism by indefensibleselfindulgence/ @iamalivenow - the viren characterization is everything, it takes place in s2 prison era, and it’s very humorous!

The Sound of His Voice by portmanteau_press - very very cool setup/worldbuilding concept i think

Constellation of the Heart by @yurayuramiharin - This fic is one of my absolute favorites and has inspired some of the art I’ve done as well! As someone who loves vintage & goth subculture & IS a baby bat in college I feel like I resonate with it really well! I love the taking of the worldbuilding of the dragon prince recontextualized in a college setting and the way Aaravos was actually an inspiration for Bowie & caused Viren to question his sexuality!! It’s so deliciously perfect but sadly unfinished, but I would say it’s still definitely worth the read! It doesn’t really end on a cliffhanger either, just one of the best burns ever 😁

Touch of a Star by @detectiphoenix - really unique take on what it’s like to touch Aaravos, I adore it sm and think about it everyday too. Fluffy S5 extrapolation/continuation

To Serve or Slaughter by beastlybrooke - viravos recontextualized as vampires like castlevania my other recent fixation? sign me up. it’s interesting how viren’s prejudice towards elves is recast as a prejudice towards vampires, and aaravos’s fight towards the elves and view towards humans i love it everything

honorary mention ficlets:

the stars they lie by rikku - this is short but i really like the way they incorporate virrow and mindgames, as well as enby aaravos :)

Checkmate by @thrandilf is also short and sweet but i adore it, i think about the alternate versions of the s5 trailer sm and even tried writing my own a few times but they never went that far but yeah i love it and they have other fics that are great too

respect his decision by @vestaldestroyer because aaravos didn’t have to revive viren s4 but he did and ughgghhghh while i don’t think he cares that much cause he might have just been using the revival as a way in with claudia and continuation of all that, there’s always that off chance and he doesn’t even realize how attached he is and love is just that huge when you’re that old and powerful, large enough to move mountains and yeah </3

i’d put my own can you stay by @self-spaghettification but that’d seem a bit unfair lol

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there’s probably others i’ve yet to read or that are cool but i don’t remember or that have some good parts but are kind of iffy imo but those are the only ones i can think of off the top of my head i’m sorry </3

but i’ve also have been compiling a list of fic ratings on a google doc and uhh its not really sharable in any way, but a while ago I also had a website concept where people could share fic ratings like goodreads but for ao3 with some other site inspo in the mix that i spent a few hours sketching out the concept of but idk if i should share but yeah :)

#q&a #fic recs #there’s also ones i loved for aaravos specifically or aaravos&callum but they don’t necessarily fit here #aaravos #viravos #edit bc i put slash before and definitely did not mean to</3 #viren #the dragon prince #self spaghettification #anonymous #asks #mine

[taeraecore]

one last time

pairing: late!hanbin x gn!reader

summary: before your big and special day, you wanted to get a few things off your chest and have one last chat with your ex-lover

genre: angst, drabble

word count: 0.4k words

warnings: death (cause of not mentioned)

notes: i decided to drop this semi-old draft because i was eager to post something. i’m in my last weeks of school so i’ll be super busy but i’ve started writing and brainstorming some of your guys requests, wait for me lovelies. 😁

all the preparations before your wedding day were close to be being complete but, you had one last important thing to do, which had to be specifically done by tonight.

your partner would have gotten suspicious if they heard what your plans were so, you lied and told them you had last-minute plans with guests attending tomorrow.

what you were actually doing was visiting your hometown one last time. you didn’t realize how quick the drive was until you noticed your surroundings were becoming more familiar.

the sun was starting to disappear from the sky by the time you made it to your old high school. the trees in front were in blossom, just like the first time you two met. your nose started to sting from your eyes tearing up but you were still smiling while wiping away your tears. you made a promise to yourself to leave everything you wanted to forget in the past and you saved the hardest for last.

you visited one last place, a place that gets many visitors. you took a seat on a random patch of grass, admiring the last of him. around your neck was a heart locket necklace, the one he gave you on your sixth-month anniversary. inside was the last picture you had of him.

by now your smile was wiped gone and your vision was completely blurred with tears. it was getting late, you took the locket in your hand and spoke.

“i’m getting married tomorrow and i guess it would be selfish to keep this while being married to someone else. i just…wanted to talk to you while watching the sunset together one last time.

i thank fate for putting us together, even if our time together was nowhere near enough.

before you, i didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with your partner more than once, but when i look back at all the times we laughed, bickered, or coexisted beside each other, i realized i fell in love with you a countless amount of times.

i will always love everything about you and everything that came from you. you were close to perfection to me, your personality, your confidence, your love for everyone and everything, your patience, how you treated strangers, and the list could keep going on forever.

i would consider it a blessing to be one of your close ones and to be loved by you. i will never forgive the world for taking you away so early. maybe in another life we got to live happily ever after, and own thirteen cats like you always wanted.

i’m sorry for not loving you as much as you loved me. i promise to love you forever, sung hanbin.”

© taeraecore 2023

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone imagines #zb1 drabbles #zerobaseone drabbles #zb1 scenarios #zerobaseone scenarios #zb1 fluff #zerobaseone fluff #zb1 angst #zerobaseone angst #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone x reader #sung hanbin #zb1 sung hanbin #zerobaseone sung hanbin #sung hanbin imagines #sung hanbin scenarios #sung hanbin fluff #sung hanbin angst #sung hanbin x reader

[k-dokja]

Hey i saw ur texting hcs with danny & jake and they're cute cute.. sooo may i request one but w/ eli?

he has like two modes with you, “cute, attentive boyfriend” and “confused dad doing his best”

on one hand, he will text you first thing in the morning because he wishes to be the first person you think about. he’s not at all shy about his feelings once you’re together. man has zero fear of cringe, will spam the shit out of 🥺 to make his point across.

on another, he will be doing grocery shopping and sending you two brands of formulas with glaring difference but somehow he’s still “???” anyway. if you’re lucky, this might blend into a new type “husband you never married but somehow have.” which isn’t as nice as it sounds

”baby do you see where’s my wallet :(“ “🥹 i broke the broom trying to clean.” “can you grab more salt on your way here” sir she doesn’t even live with you.

please help him he’s crying (inside)

send you a lot of pictures throughout the day, the media of your chat is just 80% his pictures. since the day he was enlightened by reaction memes, now his folder is just full of them. man has wonderful comedic timing for someone who doesn’t have proper social skill.

texting with you is totally different from texting his friends though. he’s really straightforward with sally and warren. he only says what’s necessary then leaves the conversation there.

also gets passive aggressive with warren sometimes when warren says something dumb of ass in the manner of “:)) if :)) you :)) sure :)) about :)) that :))” very unnerving

but completely sweet with you. want to text you all day if possible. he knows the two of you aren’t always in the position to call (he will definitely take calling over texting) so he compromises by texting throughout the day. yes, he’s clingy… when he has time to be like that.

straight up the type to use exclusively the Smile Emojis to express his emotions. 😀 (I See.) 😃 (okay, confirmed) 😄 (happy, especially for u) 😁 (I Will Kill You) 😆 (that’s silly but funny) 🙂 (you done fucked up) 🙃 (You. Are. Done.)

these are exclusive to you: ☺️😊😇😌😋🥰. he’s so grossly biased when it comes to you that you don’t even know where to begin.

worker eli underneath the cut

tries so hard to ignore your text message because he knows if you asked, he’d say fuck all and run back to you

his texts become supremely dry even when he replies. he’s maintaining distance please don’t make him weak.

always has to resist the compulsive urge to reply to you with his usual attitude with you so he avoids you altogether to not be tempted.

reads your old messages a lot despite all that?? he’s a sentimental fool no matter how he acts like. he typed out a bunch of text messages he wants to send to you but always either delete or save them to draft

never accepts your call again after the first time. hearing you asking him about his actions basically shattered him. he’s not strong enough to resist you, so he has to put down barrier.

there are nights when he just spends a whole hour looking at your online status and wonders if he should do something about it then he doesn’t do anything.

(sad eli noises)

#eli jang x reader #eli jang #lookism #lookism x reader #headcanons

[ornii]

Hi again, first thank u for the response, second my arcane request/idea was male reader x Jinx where the male reader is a new rising hero in Zaun and even tho they are on opposite sides, he’s so into her and thinks she could do some real good and wants to help her. I know these are really loose details but I thought I’d leave it not to specific cause I’m curious (if you choose to use this) what u would make with this loose premise. Anyway thanks for ur time and have a nice day 😁

You Do Have a Heart Part 1

Note: Sorry i still don’t know how Tags work so, I apologize if you wanted to be tagged in my work and I don’t know how to do it lol, anyway. Here’s part 1

Stark, that last name spoke volumes though Piltover. The family had a single child, born with an intellect beyond the average human, with the endless amount of money on disposal, made a volatile combination.

“Master Stark…”

A Voice called out from the back door of his large room. It was messy, full of schematics of inventions riddled all over the ground. Rough sketches, drafts. A few gizmos left and right. The young genius was in his room, working on a device as he yells.

“It’s open.” The Youth said, and an elderly man enters, a servant for the family. He approached and gave a small bow.

“Master Stark, how are you this fine morning?” He asked, he turns to face the old man in his chair; showing the device he’s working on.

“I’m fine Jarvis.” He says and gleams. “Working on device to hold electric charges and expel them into explosions.” (Y/n) said, “It’ll be nice to Add something to the Stark Foundation..” he turns back to continue working, but Jarvis closes in.

“Sir, do you know what today is?” He asked.

“No, should I?” He replies and Jarvis nods.

“It’s Lady Kiramman’s Birthday..” He says with a soft huff. (Y/n) halted in his steps and cursed to himself, the fifteen year old stood up and turned to Jarvis.

“You’re a Life saver! I totally forgot! I’ll be back, I have to get something planned.” (Y/n) rose and rushes out of his room, the old man sadly smiled to himself as the young hero rushed down a flight of stairs to a main foyer, a beautiful lavish home all to, mostly himself. Rushing to the door he opens it and steps out, he spots the two guards on watch for his home, nearing the heart of Piltover, he wishes to keep it pristine and perfect. He snaps his fingers, they turn and face the young prodigy.

“You two, I’m heading out.” He puts his coat on and walks from his porch to the path, and the guards follow.

A gift for Caitlyn Kiramman. It was much harder than you expected, You and Caitlyn grew up together, merely by circumstance. Her Amazing mother and yours, Maria, we’re close friends who worked on the council together. The Stark Family and Kiramman Family were Allies due to Howard’s weaponry foundation funding the Piltovers army. It was by this chance you and Caitlyn became friends. Using your genius intelligence, you excelled in your scholarly studies with Caitlyn, her hunting and marksmanship skills effortlessly surpassed yours, it made a perfect dichotomy between you two. Unfortunately, that dichotomy was viewed by others as a romantic affection.

Approaching the Kiramman gates, you halted as the Guards follow suit. As you approached the door, you knocked gingerly. And a man opens the door, her father Tobias.

“Good afternoon Mr Kiramman. Is Caitlyn?…” he asks and Drones on, Tobias was a fit middle aged man, with dark blue hair and streaks of grey at the edges. “Ah. Sir Stark, Yes she’s here, I’ll fetch her.” He says and walks back, you await as you mentally compact everything.

“All things considered this is going well, she isn’t suspicious that I totally forgot about her birthday, and that I didn’t even send a letter. I have to consider a gift, actually.. why not everything?” You think to yourself. Your ear peeled up to the sound of walking and you quickly turned to the direction of the door, and you saw a faintly pale hand touch it and open, she steps to the porch, and Caitlyn stood there. Her long blue hair and piercing eyes.

“Cait!” He Said, The Girl approaches and (Y/n) gave her a hug.

“It’s good to see you well.” She says to you, you slyly grin and show off your expensive clothing.

“Nothing money can’t solve, speaking of money, come, it’s time to celebrate a certain girls birthday!” You say, and Cait sighs.

“You want to? You don’t have to.” She said, you took faux offense to it.

“Caitlyn, as your only friend—“

“Backhanded comments, as per usual.”

“As your only friend, it’s my obligation to make sure your birthdays are the absolute top quality, settle for nothing less.” You say. You walk off, Caitlyn couldn’t hide her small grin and follows. Walking though the city and enjoying the Shopping, treats, The enjoyable parts of Piltover was important for you, being the only child to an almighty fortune had refined your tastes. The guards carry the boxes of gifts for Caitlyn as you two walked forward, enjoying the cool winds of a soft autumn.

“Something is Bothering you.” You say to her, Caitlyn was not one to mince words, but was a bit uncomfortable about what she seems to be thinking about.

“It’s nothing.” She replies, and you turn your head towards her.

“You’re a fantastic Liar Caitlyn, but seriously.. what’s wrong?” You ask again, and Caitlyn informs you of a, less than suitable situation for you.

“I’ve decided to help Jayce with his research.” She utters, you almost wish to knock the webs out of your ears, but you knew you heard her correctly. Jayce Talis, the one sponsored by her family and a less than reputable man.

“Him? The one your family is sponsoring with his “inventions?” Which is just ridiculous to call them, what should be called inventions should be able to change the world! Nothing he has done proves that. Plus he’s kind of a jerk.” You explain, but Caitlyn sticks up for him.

“His work is important, I know it’ll be something amazing.” She said, with a hint of enthusiasm that you haven’t seen in her for a while.

“Well.. that’s unfortunate.” You say, “Ive been developing new technologies for Piltover and the armies. I wanted you to be there.” You say, biting your tongue before you say something to totally ruin the moment. Caitlyn looked a bit surprised by this response.

“You rarely let anyone help you..”

“You’re different.. you’ve always been different.” You reply sourly. After returning Caitlyn back to her family, you headed home, fuming. Aggressively opening the door you storm inside the workshop, looking at your creations, what you’ve built, how you’ve developed so much, and yet she went with Jayce? Your anger slowly simmers down and you sit down at the desk.

“Something has to change… I, I have to change..”

It was Nearing Six Years later after that interaction, perhaps you matured and let it all go, but though those sex years you devoted yourself to your work, to creating a new found weapon. The greatest creation in history. Of course you’ve kept it under wraps for the Three years of its production.

Music plays though the workshop as hot plasma burns into a new plate of steel, (Y/n), now in his early twenties removes his mask and scuffs off the dirt on his face. He prepares for the final run though. Flipping a few switches and turning knobs, steam emits from a shrouded invention, and a whir echoes from it, signaling his success. And coincidentally enough, today was Progress Day!

“Jayce Talis, eat your heart out.” you say. “Hextech, what a joke.” You confidently stood up to exit the workshop and head downstairs past Jarvis.

“Jarvis, please send the guards to prepare for Progress day, I have something to show.” He says, and heads out.

Sitting in the Enforcers office, Marcus sat at his desk, with oldies enforcers, Caitlyn included.

“So, you’ve already paid for a spot, we can have officers at the tent to avoid any issue. Your Project. Should we know anything about it?”

“Sorry, best kept secret, but I will need an officer to assist me in keeping the public away from it…” he says, and his eyes trail off to Caitlyn. She looks a bit shocked but quickly pieces together what he’s saying.

“You can’t he serious—“

“Kiramman, you’re on watch Duty for Stark Industrial. Keep the peace.” He said and she wants to groan, but reluctantly agrees.

“Miss Kiramman.” You say with a smug bow and she walks past, “this way.. Sir.” She says though her teeth, you two walk to the tent, and she’s less than enthusiastic.

“You’re welcome, by the way.” You say, and she turns to her.

“Oh, so this was to help me? How?” She said.

“Do you think your parents would have let you go anywhere? You would have stayed in Jayce’s tent.” You repeat, and Caitlyn thinks, and sighs.

“I hate it when you’re right…”

“Don’t worry, what I have built will amaze you, and blow Hextech out of the water.”

“Is this what it’s about? Jayce?” She says.

“Partly, and I want to show my Progress.” You give a wink and Caitlyn reaches the tent to show its fancy, a large stand to hold a crowd, a standing floor. With the hidden figure under the cloth. Across the event you can make out the Kiramman family and jayce giving the speech. (Y/n) stood on the pedestal and cracked his knuckles, he turns to Cait.

“Now, watch this.” You day, and speak a bit loudly.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! The newest invention from Stark Industrial!” You say, you watch as citizens begins to gather and watch, slowly siphoning Jayce’s watchers, you smirk and step to the platform and walk around the shrouded thing.

“Ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce you, to the future. To our future, the future of piltover, No, the future of the entire world! You see we as a people have evolved from primitive rocks and sticks, to bring the most advanced species in the entire world, and therefore we can only keep moving forward, and what is more forward, than this!” You snap your fingers and a few guards tear off the cloth to reveal it, a suit of armor, hooked up by tubes running form somewhere, it was mostly flaming red with accents of orange, people marvel at the device and you really begin to sell it.

“What we have here isn’t a robot, but it’s a suit of armor! A highly dense titanium suit of armor, built with interlocked systems and an array of weapons, able to withstand fire, electricity, the cold, I call it.. the Iron Man!” You Walk to the back of the suit and twist a handle near the palm of the suit, the suit slowly begins to Open and reveal the inter working compartments from gears to wires, you step up and clench the palm switch, the suit encapsulates your body, steam bellows from parts of the suit and you flex, showing the suit isn’t a stiff board, Caitlyn watches, seeing the genius of Stark at work.

“This suit is built for the upmost of situations. In fact, enforcers!” You say, two walk on stage and you turn to them. They aim their guns, a look of worry washes over Caitlyn and they open fire, the bullets hit the suit and collapse upon themselves. Showing zero damage.

“Did I mention is bulletproof?” You say sarcastically, and then show it’s weapons.

“The suit is capable of high intensity blasts of energy from the palm. All powered by a single energy stone!” You aim upward and open one palm, the suit blasts a beam of high force light into the air.

“Even missiles!” You order a few Discs to be shot into the air, using nothing but your eyes you aim and a panel opens up in the shoulder compartment of the suit, they ignite and fly out, each explosion dancing in the air.

“But most importantly ladies and gentlemen, it had one ability only the animals with wings can partake in this.”

Switching to Flight nods the suits leg panels open to reveal thrusters, the armor makes a more aerodynamic look and steam bellows from it. The Suit begins to lift off and fly around the large celebratory area. Crowds watching in amazement of the Industrial Revolution, the suit then lands again, with another switch it opens, allowing (Y/n) to step out. Dusting himself off he drinks in the amazement of the crowd.

“You see, this is our future, this is the future I wish to cultivate! Stark Industrial will push Pullover into the era of Peace, and Prosperity!” With one final rousing speech, the crowd roses in applause of your creation, your work, your greatness. The only person less enthusiastic was Jayce. The Iron Man armor stood in the middle of the room, its ammunitions being refilled.

Inside the chambers of the Stark Building, you stood before Jayce, who was not as happy as you were, the young man whose calm demeanor similar made Jayce much more perturbed.

“You couldn’t allow Progress Day to just be about progress.. could you?” He says, and toy smugly turn around.

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you mean Jayce. My Iron Man is Progress, Progress Born from one mind.” You say, and offer a drink, Jayce calmly stood up and looked towards the window of the building out to the vast developing city.

“What you’re doing is Undermining the Hextech.”

“What I’m doing is showing my Stark Tech is just as good, even be than Hextech, don’t be upset I’m just better.”

“Better? Don’t make me laugh you’re a glorified Rich Kid.” Jayce turns to face you, much more accusingly.

“Yes because I didn’t grow up like you then my genius must be a fluke? You’re simply under your punching weight Mr Talis.” You reply in Jest, and Jayce takes the low blow.

“You see, this is why Howard wasn’t invited into the council, he valued his own ego over the importance of our future!—“

“That’s what you think?” You say, your anger boiling over. “My father didnt join your little club because he knew what the council does, halt any creativity that isn’t within what they value. I’d rather be alone than be a sellout.” You and Jayce are getting more and more hostile, until a flicker of red catches the corner of your eye, you turn to the direction, out the window you see flames blazing. Your eyes trail off and watch, seeing where it’s located.

“The Tents…” you say before rushing to the suit, jayce also watches and then turns to you.

“What are you doing?!”

“Saving Progress Day! Alert any police nearby! We have to do something!” You yell, opening the suit you step in and it powers on, activating the Rockets, you disregard anything and blast though the glass and fly off, your focus solely on Caitlyn, the humming of the machinery, the smell of steel in your nose. You land nearby and risk it all rushing into the fire, your eyes search as smoke and flames dance all around you. You scan the entire building and spot movement on the ground, rushing over your eyes catch blue hair and you immediately recognize who.

“Caitlyn!” You call out and pick the woman up, she’s unconscious, but alive. Her eyes open slowly and lock with yours.

“Don’t talk! It’ll be fine!” You reassure her and rush out of the building building, the suit taking whatever heat you would have, breaking through falling wood you safely get Caitlyn to safety, laying her down you turn to fly back in, but that was a fatal mistake, in a flash of light, it all went black.

It slowly became more clear, your vision in this horrid nightmare, your once great Suit Damaged to a heavy extent, the power on the suit was non existent, the explosion damaged the face plate, blowing half of it off. Your eye trailed over to the blue haired girl leaning over you, but it wasn’t Caitlyn it was, someone else. She hummed while she tore the crystal from your core, writing down in a small brown book, and you were too weak to stop her, she spots your eye and smiles. She looked, disturbed, definitely cute but still disturbed, like she was a power keg ready to blow.

“Oh, the Tin Mans awake… sorry, but I had to get this little thing from you.” She says, and successfully tears out the blue core, she oodles at it, there was a hint of joy in her eye.

“I gotta say, a suit like that? Pretty Badass. I would ask how you worked out the triggers for your missile launchers, but I’m a little late. See ya later, Tin Man.” The Girl stood up and walked away, you can only watch as she disappears into the smoke and darkness, most likely never to be seen again, but who knows what genius mind was behind those mad Eyes.

#netflix #male reader #arcane #jin x you #jinx x male reader #caitlyn kiramman #vi #powder #leauge of legends #jinx x y/n #jinx x reader

[svechnikovvv]

birthday boys

andrei svechnikov x fem!reader , brady skjei x platonic!fem!reader

a/n: the two birthday boys needed an insta edit 🙏

masterlist: here

y/n.insta

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y/n.insta svech, drei, dimples, my love, my bestfriend, my lover all in one. i wish you nothing but the happiest of birthdays today 🫶🏻 я тебя люблю ❤️

see translation: i love you

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andrei_svechnikov37 i love you more and thank you ❤️

y/n.insta only the best for my personal rasputin

andrei_svechnikov37 😐

sebastianaho the man, the myth, the legend

y/n.insta he’s very much so not a myth, but the energy is appreciated seb!

user1 y/n giving us the andrei content we need 😫

user2 the second picture??? LETHAL

user3 andrei and y/n’s relationship is my favorite

bradyskjei where’s MY birthday post?

y/n.insta sitting in the drafts collecting dust 🥱

bradyskjei friendship -> gone

y/n.insta you can’t break the best friend contract or i’ll slash your tires ❤️

bradyskjei i can easily report your car for a hit and run

y/n.insta i’ll have you know the government loves me

bradyskjei and i’ll have you know i have bribery money

yourbestie so he’s your best friend now? 🤨

y/n.insta you’re my wife, i think this is fair

yourbestie raleigh women are outrageous 🙄

canes happy birthday svechy! ❤️🖤

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pyotr_kochetkov с днем ​​рождения, брат! ❤️

see translation: happy birthday brother

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y/n.insta happy birthday brady bunch. so glad you’re on the canes now, because you look hideous in blue 🥱 anyways, don’t party too hard because the local geriatrics center doesn’t accept walk-ins ❤️

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bradyskjei respect your elders

y/n.insta you’re not helping your case whatsoever

bradyskjei and fyi: i looked AMAZING in blue

y/n.insta crickets.

bradyskjei thank you anyways 🙄❤️

y/n.insta next year you’ll be dust! 😁

andrei_svechnikov37 for his next birthday, let’s put him in a home

y/n.insta this is why two brains are better than one

bradyskjei i hate you twos relationship.

user4 i agree, blue is not his color

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user5 i love brady and y/n’s friendship

user6 andrei & y/n ganging up on brady >>>

sebastianaho happy birthday skjei!

bradyskjei thank you fishy! at least someone likes me

y/n.insta and he’s the only one, so get used to it bradyskjei

pyotr_kochetkov С днем ​​рождения старик

see translation: happy birthday old man

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canes happy birthday skjei! ❤️🖤

yourbestie i think he broke my screen

bradyskjei i don’t like you ☺️

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y/n.insta the two birthday boys (on slide 1: see the most amazing boyfriend and man to ever roam the earth & on slide 2: see a try hard man who is growing greys in his twenties and is posing with his fish like every guy i went to middle school with) happy birthday you two! ❤️🖤

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user7 y/n is dragging brady through the mud today 💀

user8 he does look like a middle school boy

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andrei_svechnikov37 you’ve made today one of the best birthdays ever 😘

y/n.insta anything for my drei 🫶🏻

bradyskjei do you want me to cry on my birthday?

y/n.insta make sure you send me a crying picture

bradyskjei this is why only a handful of people like you

y/n.insta i like to think that i’m just an acquired taste

bradyskjei good thing you don’t get paid for thinking

sebastianaho the two 🐐

y/n.insta i think i accidentally posted two pictures of andrei then

user9 just be glad brady didn’t have a pair of pit vipers on

y/n.insta you’re so right

canes it doesn’t get any better than these two 🔥

pyotr_kochetkov 🥳

y/n.insta a man of many words. i knew you were worth keeping

yourbestie tag yourself: i’m the fish

y/n.insta you poor fish

tags: @liquidflyer 🫶🏻

#andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov #brady skjei x reader #brady skjei #carolina dieckmann #nhl hockey #nhl #del’s insta edits!

[aghostnamedcalamity]

I read through your fanfic and it was sooooooo wholesome I mean the beginning part not so much but! Entertaining nonetheless, I’m already enamored with single father Mordecai who’s host trying his best out here and Benjamin being a cutie patootie

Thank you so much!! I’m very glad to hear you enjoyed it 😁 I don’t know why, but it had never really occurred to me that I had basically made Mordecai a single father in my story. Until I read ‘single father Mordecai’ in your ask and I was like ‘holy crap…..I DID make Mordecai a single father, didn’t I!?’ 😅💀 somehow I feel Mordecai would not categorize himself as such either. I don’t even think he likes to remember Millicent (Benjamin’s mother) and pretends Benjamin came to be in some strange mitosis manner.

But can I tell you a secret? The fanfic was originally not going to be so wholesome! Originally, it was going to be a tragedy with a major character death (a YOUNG ONE. I think you can guess who.) I was going to make Mordecai grow as an individual and reevaluate his choices based on grief. Needless to say, I did NOT like that idea after a while. The first draft made me ache. So it morphed into what it is now because I figured if I was actually any good at writing, I wouldn’t need such a harsh, needlessly-painful topic to show true character development. Some friends keep insisting I post the other version as an ‘Alternate Ending’ and so people can choose the one they like for the headcanon but I genuinely think it’s not needed. We like happy things here! 😸

Have an old, now-severely-off-model Benji sketch! ♥️

#Benjamin #The Sleep That You’ve Craved

[lostaurorax]

happy screams

pairing | jim hopper x fem!reader

warnings | sex,mentions of sex & moaning

summary | after eleven overhears you and hopper having some spicy time she preaches her concerns to her friends convinced you’re being hurt which is far from the truth..

a/n | hi my loves! this is my first time writing for hopper or anyone from stranger things :) so i hope this is good and y’all enjoy it!! honestly i’m not very found of this after rereading it multiple times i’ve started to hate it and decided to just post it to get it out of my drafts! please let me know what you think!! my requests for stranger things are currently open 😁😁 i love you!!!

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“fuck hop right there omg” you screamed in pleasure as hopper smirked between your legs

“hop i-i’m close..” you moaned your hand flying to his hair

“hold it for me, baby,” he said taking a minute to come up for air

“I don’t think I can f-fuck” you breathlessly said as he went back to eating you out

“Just for a second..” he said muffled by your thighs

“god hop I'm gonna cum please!” you begged back arching off of the sheets

“Okay honey you can let go..” he said as you screamed out in pleasure

“fuck that was amazing…woah,” you said as you looked down and realized the bed sheets beneath you and hoppers beard was soaking wet

“that was fucking hot..” he said connecting your lips with his

“is that why you wanted me to hold it?” you said smirking up at him

“yup!” he said as he started kissing you again eventually getting up to shower and change the sheets before you went to bed

the next morning you woke up feeling for hopper and soon realized the bed was empty. as soon as you smelt coffee brewing and bacon you knew why his spot was vacant.

“morning!” you said walking into the kitchen in one of hoppers old t-shirts and a pair of loose-fitting plaid shorts

“morning sunshine! how’d you sleep?” he said back still turned towards the stove

“mm so good thanks to you..” you said hugging him from behind as he turned around to kiss you but it didn’t last long before a loud yawn was heard behind you.

“mornin..” el said groggily stepping into the kitchen

“morning honey! i thought you were sleeping over at maxs last night?” you said as you kissed the top of her head brushing her curls out of her face

“yes but her mom forgot about a party they had so she dropped me off last night,” she explained

“huh we must’ve not heard you come in..” hopper said walking over with a plate of ego’s, eggs, and bacon hoping el hadn’t overheard the both of you last night

“yeah i was tired and just went to bed,” she said as she placed the food on her plate and started to eat

“oh okay hun! so any plans for today?” you said across from her as you sipped your coffee

“um i think everyone’s hanging out at mikes if that’s okay?” el said looking between you and hop for approval

“of course! we’ll pick you up at 5 then head to dinner.” hopper said taking a bite of his eggs

“okay.” el said as she bit into one of her egos

“hey guys..” eleven said as everyone was sat around in mikes basement talking

“yeah el?” mike said

“i think hopper might’ve hurt y/n..” el said concern on her face

“wait what? what do you mean?” steve said sitting on the edge of his seat by dustin

“well i got dropped off early last night and I heard y/n making noises..” el explained

“what kind of noises?” max said slightly concerned

“um they were like ‘yesss’ and ‘i’m so close hop’ and i think she said ‘fuck dadd-”

“OH MY GOD?!?!” they all exclaimed

“what was he hurting her??” eleven said in shock and terrified for y/n

“no no he’s not hurting her at all! he’s um shit i don’t know how to explain this uh..” steve said looking to max for help

“it’s like happy screams el he’s making her feel good that’s all..” max said trying her best to define what moaning was

“oh okay..happy screams,” she said registering the new phrase

“jesus i wish i was you el..” steve said immediately earring a slap from dustin and lucas on his sides and glades from everyone but el

“dude shut up!” mike said disgustedly

“what?! y/n’s hot…shes only a few years older than me, i dont know why she's with him and not me!” he said with a smirk laying back in his seat with his arms behind his head

later that night at dinner you had asked el how her day was

“it was good!” she said taking a sip from her drink

“learn anything new or exciting?” hopper said always trying to get her to learn new words and phrases

“i learned happy screams!” she said with a smile on her face

“happy screams? what in the world are those..” you said curiously wondering where she had learned that from

“it’s what you were doing yesterday! after i got home.” el said causing you to choke on your drink and hopper to spit his out

“what?!” hopper said in shock

“honey i thought you said you went to bed right away?” you said trying to hide your slight embarrassment knowing your daughter had heard you moaning last night

“yes but you were loud it kept me up.” el said acting completely normal whereas you and jim were freaking out

“oh my god okay who told you what happy screams were thought?” hopper asked trying to calm down

“max and steve did. steve said that dad was very lucky because mom is hot or something…” el said nonchalantly

“oh my god.” you said rolling your eyes

“ i swear i’m gonna kill that kid.” hopper said taking a sip from his glass

“we’ll next time you come home early come find us okay?” you said trying to make sure this didn’t happen again

“yes but knock before you come in okay honey?” hopper added

“okay!” el said as she smiled

you and jim just turned to look at each other and laughed.

#jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper fluff #jim hopper smut #jim hopper stranger things #jim hopper x y/n #jim hopper x you #stranger things #jim hopper fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[lemmetreatya]

Play Housewife for A Bit | Reiner x Reader

pairing: old-money!reiner x fem reader

contains: Strong Language

my GAWD! ive been absolutely SUFFERING for the past week or so, covid tried to take me out but i came out victorious 😁 this was the last thing i had in my drafts back then so i finished it for you lot! enjoy <3

It’s not like Reiner doesn’t let you do anything.

Because if the scenario was A: Reiner was exceptionally busy or fashionably late, he wouldn’t mind that you’d quickly iron his work shirt for him as he hoped around in his suit pants, but he’d definitely side eye you whilst whizzing by with a barely buttered piece of toast in his mouth.

But you were very sure, or at least according to you, that when he proposed you ”play housewife for a bit”, it meant that you had to do said chores, look after the place and make sure everything was in proper shape for when he got back from whatever hard work he was doing at daddy’s office up in the city.

When he first offered it to you, you thought he was joking because he said it so airily: “Well, if you love it here so much then why don’t you play housewife for a bit?”. With his head laid up onto the cushion of your thighs and tummy and his innerman bubbling with two bottles worth of shiraz — anyone would think that whimsical talking.

You ran your hands through his bristled hair with a warm laugh but then revoked it once he’d peered up at you with those stern eyes of his. Because, yeah. Trust for him to be serious about you moving in.

Yet ever since doing so, you’ve felt that he wouldn’t allow you to touch or do anything meaningful. Clean? No way. Buy Groceries? You’re out of your mind. Prepare him meals? Girl, don’t even get him started on that one.

After three weeks in — when you’ve about had it, Reiner’s jaw seemed wired into a fixed clench and the place wasn’t looking up to anyone’s standards — the blonde decided to take matters into his own hands.

“That’s it, I’m calling Gloria.” He said that Saturday, the time close to noon.

“And who may she be?”

Reiner didn’t give you an answer straight away. He paced back and forth between the open planned kitchen and the backdoor that looked out into the garden.

The phone had rung once, then twice before stating the person was on another line.

With a scoff, Reiner laid his phone down on the kitchen counter before coming to sit next to you on a barstool, leaning his elbow onto the kitchen island and his head in his hands.

“Baby, you know I love having you here, right?” He started.

“Reiner, who’s Gloria?”

You, facing forwards, gave the blonde man side eyes. You didn’t miss how his spare hand snaked their way onto your thigh but you didn’t shoo it away.

He opened his mouth to continue talking, but per a conversation you’ve had with him before about ignoring people’s questions just to finish his own train of thought, you can tell he was still putting that lesson into practice.

“Gloria’s the help back at my parent’s home. That answer your question?”

‘The help’ sounded a bit ominous but you think you got the gist and so you nodded, satisfied with his clarification. Reiner seemed gleeful that you were but mainly because it meant he could keep talking.

“Okay! So as I was saying, you know I love having you here and I absolutely love coming home to you but you’ve got to find someone to clean everything up.”

With a face of confusion, you looked over at the man.

“But Reiner…” You steadily said. “Why would I get someone in to do that if I can just do all of it myself?!”

The blonde male lightly squeezed your thigh, his eyebrows creased together but nothing out of malicious intent.

“Because you’re not here to be my maid, baby. That’s a maid’s job. You’re here to be a housewife.” He explained.

God, this was spinning your head. Were they not the same thing?

“Is that not what housewives do though? Look after the house and shit?”

Reiner lightly shook his head.

“Housewives aren’t supposed to clean the house, they manage it. Or, at least that’s how my mother and a lot of my peers mother’s did. They never did any house work, just made sure everything was in check. So really, your job is to oversee the staff, not be the staff.”

Suddenly, things were piecing together.

So it was a class divide. Got it. You can’t believe it took you this long to realise that your interpretation of what a housewife was would be miles different to Reiner’s. You’ve watched way too many Real Housewife series to not have gotten it sooner.

With a neutral sigh, you nodded as you went over your duties aloud.

“Okay, so if I’m correct, I’m basically managing over the home, making sure things are in order, alladat stuff.”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Reiner agreed.

“But currently I have no staff to manage.” You pouted.

With his hands still on your thigh, the male gave your leg another squeeze. However, Reiner’s mistake was once again assuming you were both on the same page. With a light smile, and in a tone you know was meant anything but hostile, Reiner gave you his reply.

“Well, that’s where your housewife duties start.”

With slight shock, you almost couldn’t believe the words that had come out of his mouth.

You opened and closed your mouth several times, disbelief written all over your face. You clenched your fists together, uttered four words under your breath before saying just a taaad bit louder:

“Boy, where exactly do you expect me to get a maid from?! I don’t come from no money like you! Ion know shit bout where I get a maid!”

You could see Reiner mentally working out where he’d gone wrong but once he had figured it out, he gave a soft sigh before chuckling lightly, clearly unphased by your tone. If anything, he loved how you were so open in challenging him.

“Okay! Okay, okay, I’ll deal with that part then.” Reiner joyfully leaned over to kiss your forehead, a loud mwah leaving his lips as he did so.

Seeing your face still screwed into a tight knot, the blonde male laughed aloud, using his one hand to squeeze both of your cheeks

“I said don’t worry ‘bout it, sweetheeeaart.”

You huffed at the man, feigning disapproval, but you both knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, if at all.

#reiner x reader #reiner x y/n #reiner braun #reiner x black reader #attack on titan #aot #aot imagine #anime

[ikeromantic]

Hiiii, sorry to bug you but can you do a Mozart x f reader angst where MC has pretty low self esteem, but has SUPER bad coping mechanisms and Mozart tries to get MC help but she's very stubborn about not getting it, kinda like Tracy and Mel in thirteen. (if you've seen it ofc) Have a great rest of your day/night😁

I have not seen Thirteen (Reasons Why)! But it is on my watch list ^_^ I have to carefully measure out how much drama and angst I take in or it will eat up my writing! Approx. 1100 words of hurt, self harm, and comfort.

Mozart saw the changes in her as if he were reading notes on a page. The self-deprecating twist to her lips, the way she began avoiding everyone when she wasn’t working. Avoiding him. At first, he tried to pretend not to care. When she brought him his meals in the music room, he gave her exactly what she gave him.

Disinterest. 

They sparred with cruel words and cold looks, and every encounter left Mozart’s heart bruised. He did not understand what he’d done wrong. They’d been growing close - close enough that he held her hand. Shared a glass of wine. Told each other secrets never shared with another. And then after one recital at a noble estate, she’d gone dark on him. Dark and distant as a new moon. 

He remembered the night, if only because he’d found her in the gardens, crying. And she wouldn’t say why. He’d been surprised at her reticence then. Now, he felt it was the first shiver of this shift into a woman he felt he barely knew. There were only sparse moments, unguarded, when he could see his darling looking out her hooded eyes. 

Mozart wanted more than anything to bridge the gap between them. To understand why she was so angry, and what pain lay under that rage. He made a plan, as carefully as he drafted his compositions. The chorus was simple - ask and learn what lurked in her shadowed heart. But the melody . . . what note to begin? What key? What tempo?

He waited until she was in her room one evening, and fetched a few of her favorite things. Tea with a dollop of honey. Ginger cookies. A strawberry candy. Then he made his way there, tray in hand. Mozart considered knocking, but she might tell him to go away. That would ruin the whole plan. So he quietly opened the door, thankful it was unlocked. 

The sight within froze him midstep. She sat crosslegged on the floor in front of a candle. Her forearm was held above the hungry flame, blistering her flesh in a scarlet welt. Worse was her expression. Pained, of course, because the fire burned. But satisfied. As if she deserved what she gave herself. And disgust, a hatred for her own weakness.

Mozart recognized it, because he felt something akin to it as well. In his endless disappointments, his pathetic fears, his failures. He dropped the tray and lurched toward her, unsure what he would do but feeling he must do something. The door swung shut behind him, the tea spilled across the carpet, and the treats scattered over the floor.

She looked up, her face going slack with surprise. “What-” Her words cut short as he extinguished the candle and kicked it out of the way. Despite his smallish frame, Mozart had the strength of a vampire. And he used it now to haul her to her feet and into his arms. 

He did not realize he was crying. Nor did he see her face crumple at this sudden, unexpected embrace. “What are you doing, meine liebe? Your arm!” He gently touched the length of it, running his fingertips over half-healed burns and the scabs of old cuts. 

His words seemed to remind her that she should be angry at his invasion. She struggled to push him away, slapping at his chest and hands. “Let me go! What the fuck, Wolf?”

“No,” he replied, his voice soft but full of an inner steel. 

She slapped him. Hard. For a moment, Mozart saw white, nothing but an explosion of pain as his jaw slipped out of true, straining the tendons and ligaments in his neck and face. If he were a normal man, it would have broken. He’d have a bruise. But his flesh set to repairing itself almost as soon as the injury took place. 

He did not let go. “Meine engel, stop fighting me. Tell me what this is? What have you done? Why . . .” He jerked her arm straight, displaying the injuries for them both. 

“Why do you care,” she spat. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, hot and angry. She pushed against him again. “Just - just let go, damn it! Get out!” The last word was more a howl than language, the sound of a soul in agony. 

Mozart could no more let go than he could cut off his own arm. He pulled her close instead, enduring the scrape of her sharp little nails, the hardness of her elbows and knees. She fought him with everything she had, until she exhausted herself and there were only tears left. 

When she collapsed against him in defeat, he held her. Silent but for her crying. What could he say? He did not know what words could set this right. Could not understand what drove her to this - this mutilation of her precious flesh. The harm to her body and soul, both of which he had come to love so much. 

“Just leave.” Her voice shook, tired and full to the brim with emotion. 

“I won’t. I can’t.” He pressed his forehead to her cheek, frustrated.

“Why not? Wh-why?” 

Mozart swallowed his own pride, his fear of rejection, and replied. “I love you. You are so - so very precious to me.” He kissed her cheek. The line of her jaw. The crook of her neck. “I love you so much I am mad with it. I’ve missed you so, these last weeks.”

“You don’t.” She turned her face from him. “You - you love music. I’m just . . . stupid. Useless. Pathetic.” Her hands clenched, white-knuckled, driving her nails into her palms. 

He lifted the fist to his lips and kissed each finger, slowly prying them loose until he could see her palm. Scored with little angry red crescents. He kissed those too. “You are none of those things. You are so strong, to come here and make a life for yourself. Far from everything you know. So smart, to learn so many new skills . . . my sweet. Meine liebling. Meine perle.”  

She gave a snort of disgust, pain still bright in her eyes. “I distract you. You’re b-better off -”

Mozart put a finger to her lips. “No. Never. I did not realize I was missing something, until you.”

Her eyes searched his face, hope and uncertainty wedded in that gaze. After a long silent moment, she laid her head on his shoulder and clung to him. 

There was nothing for him to do but hold her, and so he did. He sat with her on his lap, stroking her back in careful circles. He spoke too, words of love, endearments from his heart. Things he had never been able to speak until this night, until he realized how close he’d come to losing her to herself.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp mozart #wolfgang mozart #tw self harm #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #hurt and comfort

[epitomereally]

You’re so talented. Every time your fan binding pictures cross my dash I stare at them for *hours*. The amount of care and detail you put into your books blows my mind. I know you talk about the process for each individual book on your fic binding posts but I wanted to ask: how do you plan your fic binds? Do you visualize what the fic would look like if it were a book while you read it? Do the colors and illustrations you choose come to you as you read the fic, or after? How does your approach to fic binding differ from your approach to writing? Etc. I’m curious about your creative process, though the technical part is also super interesting!

Ps: I love all the fics you chose to bind but I was so excited when you picked GallaPlacidia’s Ship of Theseus - probably my favorite of theirs. You have great taste 😁💚

Eek Elise THANK YOU! I’m so flattered & honored. Also always happy to talk fanbinding, especially binding design (my one true love)!

I would say planning takes the vast majority of my binding time—it’s something I love and I agonize over and I struggle with—while the actual binding often goes quite quickly! I often start with one element that I’m excited about & feel fits the the specific fic: a color or spine stitching pattern or a chapter title concept or title page (like the hand-dyed cover + birds for You Open Always or the blooming morning glories for Meet Me at Midnight) and then, because I have no chill or a single subtle bone in my body, I just roll with that element through the whole book until it’s totally exhausted (wish I could spoil some of my upcoming binds here, but you will SEE VERY SHORTLY what I mean). Every single time I make a book, around the time where I’m printing out the typeset, I feel that I’ve made a grievous error in including one more item than I should have, like it’s way too much. An example is the blackletter ornate font I ended up using for the title of You Open Always—you can see in my draft Illustrator document where I was trying out tons of concepts using stock images that most of my title page concepts were with a much simpler, more modern font that I used for the chapter numbers. However, in the end, I’ve always been happy that I’ve gone completely 100% on my vision, even if it’s a lot. In that way, I feel like it’s like writing—I may be incorporating all the elements I want to see imperfectly and have doubts about them, but I’m still putting everything I want in there & I’m proud and happy for that, even if I still have more things to learn.

One last design element I want to highlight: BODY FONT! This is something I am still learning so much about and the Renegade Discord has been incredibly helpful (a recent message I sent: what font would you find in a pulpy 60s mystery paperback?). A gorgeous title page or chapter header or cover is great for setting the mood when you open a book, but the body font is 90%+ of what you see when reading, so I spend a TON of time trying different fonts to fit the vibe of the fic. I have no thoughts or advice or guidelines though—it’s like porn & you just know it when you see it.

I also get a ton of inspiration from fellow fanbinders, both on the Renegade Discord server & here on tumblr. A lot of time, I see a technique or cover or typeset and think that that would look incredible for XYZ fic. An extremely abbreviated list of people who inspire me daily: @a-gay-old-time (Emma, you're a BLESSING), @queercore-curriculum, @bindsbymunchkin, @pleasantboatpress (one of the most welcoming members of the Renegade server, in addition to being an incredibly inspiring binder), @chubsonthemoon, @no-name-publishing, @zhalfirin-binds, @dontcallmebree, @amywaterwings & @runawaymarbles. Sorry for all the tags, but want this as a resource for others! I would absolutely love to know how all of you come up with your artistic vision for the binds that you do (and please tag me if you post!). 

P.s. Ship of Theseus was a request from QC but I am SO HAPPY they requested it, because it’s one of my favorites too :)

#posts i actually wrote #fanbinding asked & answered #lettersbyelise #THANK YOU elise 💕

[ashsturns]

INTRODUCTION!!!

Heyyyyy! I’m ash and i’ve been a silent reader for two years on this app (mainly cuz i use wattpad 😈) but I realized that i don’t have the attention span to write a full story without doing something different in between so im breaking my silence 😁

About me:

my name is ash

my pronouns are she/her

i am 21 years old (22 on may 21st so wish me a hbd 😙)

I watch the sturniolo triplets, sam and colby, tara yummy (fan of her since the start 💪🏼), mcu, criminal minds, tvdu, gilmore girls, and other shows and youtubers that i can’t think of right now 🤗

right now i am hyper fixated on the triplets (mostly matt) and i’ve been writing a fic on wattpad but i got bored so now im here!

i started writing in middle school but never posted, i made a new account a year ago (my old drafts were wild)

i’m new to posting on tumblr so i have no idea what i’m doing (please give me tips 🫶🏼)

i like to stay up all night talking to character a.i instead of writing or doing hw

im majoring in psychology

idk what else to put!

Comfort Zone:

if your still reading ily… anyways im going to start writing little stories on here so when i get bored of my fanfics i have something new to write 🤗 im going to try and set up the suggestions thingy but idk how so i’ll look it up on tiktok when i post this.

things i will write:

fluff

headcannons

texts and snaps (send good fake message apps for IOS cuz my normal one isn’t working 😣)

angst

smut

basically anything as long as it isn’t weird

things i won’t write:

incest

pedophilia

basically any weird shit i’m a very vanilla girl when it comes to writing 🙃

THE END!

(ily)

(I got the suggestion thingy to work so use it!)

#matt sturniolo #introduction #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #fluff #smut #tara yummy #sam and colby #suggestion #send help #wattpad

[secondtreetotheleft]

OHSHC- How they show their S/O affection and vice versa (HC)

(According to my brain😁🕶🤏)

* warning: I ship Tamaki x Haruhi, and everyone else’s S/O is unknown, and this is evident in my headcanons*

Tamaki and Haruhi

What love language doesn’t this guy speak?

He’s very touchy when they’re alone

He’s a hugger

Haruhi isn’t as into physical touch the way he is

She likes it though

But I see Tamaki as someone who likes to spoon, and be cuddled up as a pastime

Haruhi is not quite like that

She likes to hold hands, and stuff like that

But she probably kind of prefers to sleep on her own

Tamaki would want to cuddle her though

So they’d like cuddle and talk about their day or whatever

Then they’d roll over and not be so on top of each other to actually sleep

I think he’s careful about gift giving

So as not to overwhelm Haruhi

Even though he likes to give gifts

Same with Haruhi, she’s more of an acts of service gal

So gifts are like small and sentimental

They both prefer:

#thegiftofeachotherscompany

He’s definitely good with words

Leaves Haruhi speechless a lot

But she does the same

They’re both very sure in their relationship after they’ve been together a while

They seem like they wouldn’t have to talk to communicate, you know?

But they do talk, a lot

They definitely run on quality time

That is the basis of their relationship

Tamaki doesn’t like to be without Haruhi much

Haruhi is a little more adaptable

but she’ll start to miss him if she’s without him for a couple days

NSFW

Idk, it’s very lovey dovey

They don’t do it much

They’d rather cuddle idk

My mind just can’t get gears moving on them doing this

But they do it I guess

Kyoya

I doubt he ends up with that lady from the manga tbh

She’s a little too old for him, and idk she seems too free-spirited, plus the familial conditions, blah blah blah

Btw idk what Kyoya’s sexuality is, but I think he marries a cis woman because business

Probably a badass, self-made, businesswoman

I think that is the dynamic he and his s/o would have- the way he was with that lady

He’s a big words of affirmation guy

But only because they flirt by roasting each other

So when he says “I love you” or gives a compliment…

Oh boy that is a BIG DEAL

I think he’s big on every other love language though

We all know he’s kind of self-serving

But his s/o becomes part of the self-serving-ness

If they’re happy, he is

So he gives gifts a lot

They’ll just be out walking through a shopping center

And if she looks at something for too long

Oh wow yeah consider it bought

Knows her clothes size

Randomly buys her clothes

Also doesn’t let her lift a finger tbh

There’s servants for everything

Oh my goodness is this man into physical touch

This is his main love language

Also quality time

She’s the only company he can endure for days at a time

I like to think that they work in business together

Like their business combine or something

And they’re co-CEOs that work together

For their combined company

Idk what it’s in, idk business

So they’re together all the time

Their work will be different

But they’re always traveling to the same places

They’re rarely in business trips without each other on the same continent

I def think he likes cuddling by the way

I know he’s kind of cold but give me a sec 🤚

He’s the type to fall asleep with his face in her neck

He’d lay with his head between her thighs, and legs draped over his soldiers

And he’d draft fucking business emails or something

They eat just about every meal together

He also won’t attend an event if she’s not going

“But Kyoya, I’m literally your brother, and this is my bachelor party!”

“Women aren’t invited though.”

“Can’t you live without _ for a few days?”

“A few hours sure, but I don’t see a bachelor party as a strong enough reason to spend several days without _.”

All of these things kind of make up for the fact that he’s not a guy who says “I love you” much

He does say it though

He’d say it while they’re sitting at a restaurant in Barcelona on their anniversary

He’d say it if he leaves to go somewhere without her

He’d say it after making out (or more)

He’d say it when she does something for him

He’s just not a random “I love you” guy

NSFW

Ok yeah the gears are turning on this one

This is one of the events where he says “I love you”

They do it quite frequently

But it’s not a thing they’ll do quickly

Like it’s part of their nighttime routine if they make it home by a decent hour

They both shower before

Then like take a bath together after

It’s a very lovey-dovey thing

Like there’s no degradation

Nor pain

But this guy loves overstimulation

Will make his partner finish at least a couple times before his pants even come off

She will finish several times

He kind of gets off on that

He definitely is a giver

Making her feel good is half the fun

This is very specific, but:

He’d make her finish several times

Then he’d make her ride him

And she’d be like out of breath and sobbing

And he’d just like encourage her

Like

“Come on, you can do it.”

“Don’t you want to make me cum?”

“Yes, perfect. There you go, love.”

Then after they finish like that

She’d collapse on top of him, out of breath

Then he’d like wrap his arms around her

And get up and carry her to the bathroom like that

And they’d take a bath together

This would probably be a routine for them

Oh yeah btw he’s definitely had a vasectomy

So yeah, he likes to do it raw fyi

Actually looks forwarding to finishing inside

And he likes keeping it inside her until they reach the bath

Hikaru

Idk if he’s straight, I doubt he does either

So I assume he ends up marrying a cis woman

But he has bi wife energy

He by no means “wears the pants” in the relationship

Continuing the legacy of strong Hitachiin women lol

He’s a big physical touch and words guy

Will cuddle her constantly

Will just come up and hug her waist, lay his head on her chest, and just say like “hi” or “*sigh* I love you”

Likes to hold

But more so being held

Not much of a sleepy cuddler

They’ll relax and cuddle

But not sleep

She’ll be laying propped up on pillows

A movie playing or something

And he just lays on his stomach while hugging her waist and head on her chest

Or on his back with his head below her belly button and her thighs over his shoulders

While they just scroll on their phones

He definitely feels most loved from acts of service

But he’s not all that into giving that himself

But he’ll do it sometimes

He does like gifts, giving and receiving

Will randomly come home with stuff for her

And wants to see her reaction

Likes receiving gifts, but gets kind of flustered

Like

“Oh you didn’t have to, but thank you”

But then he’ll gush about it to himself later

Especially wary in the relationship

Loves quality time but needs time apart just as much

I bet she does too

They’d be the pair to just be really happy to spend the evenings and off days together

And though they spend much of their days doing their own stuff

He cannot sleep without her.

He cannot.

He can, but if sucks.

She would be fine, she’d just miss him.

But he would get anxious

Would need extra pillows to hug

Wouldn’t sleep well overall

NSFW

He’s had a vasectomy to be able to do it

He enjoys coming inside

LOVES praise

Probably kind of submissive

Likes for her to take control

Prefers she do more of the work

Most of the time she’s on top

He’d probably kind of praise her efforts

To be praised in return of course

And if he’s on top, he wants constant praise

Kind of obsessed with her body

If she’s not in the mood

Which she’s not afraid to say

He will literally jerk off right next to her

No shame

Probably felt shame at first

But now he enjoys it

Kaoru

Idk what this man’s sexuality is

He ain’t straight tho

So his S/O is just a they for now

They could be any gender tbh

He LOVES physical touch

Loves to cuddle

Loves holding hands

Is totally content on his own

But LOVES to be constantly touching them

They could be riding the metro and he’d be holding their hand

Is good at words of affirmation

Will tell them how he feels

Expects that in return though

And they may struggle and he’s be patient

He’d encourage them

Receiving words of affirmation is a big deal for him

Does love quality time of course

Will sit in silence for hours

He’ll talk but he’s more of a listener

If they want to rant about their day, he’d just sit, totally focused and listening, while playing with their hand or something.

He gives good advice

Really likes receiving well thought out gifts

Will appreciate any though

Only gives gifts if they’re special

He sees acts of service as a given

He’d do anything to make their life easier

And they feel the same

Which he just knows

NSFW

Has had a vasectomy (if needed)

Not afraid to be pegged

In fact he enjoys it

He is such a bottom

LOVES for them to be in control

They tend to be in charge

He’s a big aftercare guy

The two take good care of each other

Enjoys all the aspects of sex

Foreplay more so than the actual act

Could make out for hours

He definitely gives head

Doesn’t expect it in return but will happily oblige

Mori

This guy’s straight idc

He is the definition of traditional

He lives for physical touch

He’s constantly holding her

Sitting with his arm around her

Or hand on her thigh

Or at least holding her hand

Sleeps with his arms around her and face in her neck

Likes to feel like he’s protecting her

She likes feeling protected

To specifically describe the sleeping situation:

She hugs his neck

He hugs her waist

Her legs wrap around his torso

His head is in her neck

Her chin is on the back of his head

The MOST intimate of cuddling for this guy

His love languages are all of them though.

He loves spending time with her

Kind of gets separation anxiety

Like, if she’s not around, he’s thinking of her

Will text to make sure she’s safe

She thinks he’s a little paranoid

But appreciates the care

They do everything they can together

Words of affirmation are big for him

He’s not afraid to say he loves her

But he always has to remind her

Likes to hear it in response

Or unprompted especially

Oh yeah and he’s a good listener

But so is she

He does actually talk to her a lot

Will recount all the events of his day while playing with her hair

Tells her stories from before they met

She loves hearing it

And he loves hearing her talk

She’ll tell him stories or talk about her day too

And he’ll fully relax just listening

And yeah he’s constantly acting in service

He’s such a caretaker

But it makes him so soft when she takes care of him

In general he’s so soft for her

Like she makes him food, he would be so happy

Also, gifts?

Idk if he’s all that into that

But she’d give him gifts frequently

And she’d love to see if he likes it

Because she loves how giving he is with acts

And so he’d try to get her gifts

But he’s lowkey clueless?

Would end up getting very niche things

Because he’d walk through the whole mall until he’s like «yeah, that one»

And it’s the most random thing

NSFW

Another guy whose had a vasectomy

Definitely has a breeding kink

But he’s not stupid, so he makes sure there’s no surprises

At least not until they’re married and in agreement on things

He likes to be in control

He doesn’t have to be on top though

Because he is undoubtedly bigger than her

So he doesn’t have to be on top to have control

Lowkey likes manhandling her

#gently

Doesn’t like receiving head

In fact he insists she doesn’t give any

But he’s all about giving it

Would usually do it before penetration

Likes to make her feel good

Gets off on it actually

Oh and

You know he’s big on aftercare

She will not be walking for at least an hour after sex

He prefers to do it at night so they can bath then cuddle together

Either way he’d carry her to the bathroom to clean her up

Or at least tell her to lay

And he’d come back with a towel and clean her up himself

Sex always leads to cuddles

He won’t let go of her regardless

But after sex he really won’t

Honey

Idk what gender he’s into

They’re cute though

Loves cuddles

That’s the only physical touch though

Loves any quality time

Prefers to do things together

He loves when s/o does acts of service

But he’s not good at reciprocating in daily life

Will try though

He’d do it in bigger ways

Like he’d take them to the movies

Then the theatre is empty

And they’re like “huh?”

“Oh yeah, I rented out the theatre since you said you weren’t feeling like being around people today.”

He doesn’t see it as acts of service

It’s just being a decent s/o

He loves gifts

Usually sweets

But when it’s something else they realize he likes

Like from a small detail he mentioned

He is TOUCHED

He gives gifts too

Usually just for special occasions

Or if he happened to have an idea or see something

Words aren’t hard for him

So they don’t mean that much

NSFW

Idk

Gears not turning

Maybe he’s ace or demi

If they do it, it’s a special event

It’s not frequent

#ohshc future headcanons #ohshc manga #ohshcheadcanon #ohshc x reader #ohshc headcanons #ouran headcanons #ouran koukou host club #ouran high school host club #tamaki x haruhi #tamaki suoh #haruhi fujioka #kyoya ootori #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #mori senpai #takashi morinozuka #honey senpai #mitskuni haninozuka #ohshc #ohshc kyoya #ouran x reader #ouran fanfic

[sophieinwonderland]

i haven't been in this syscourse since I was 14, in like... 2017, 2018, but i just wanna say, you're doing incredible. it's kinda wild that i'm still seeing the exact same points brought up 5 years later. this seems like a sisyphean battle, nobody wins, the fighters just get tired and cycle out. just make sure to take care of yourself!!! if you ever need a break, making a whole new account is very much helpful. i wish you the absolute best and i hope you have a great day.

(Still going through old drafts.)

Past Sophie:

Thanks! 😁

And yeah, I recently read the Plural Deep Dive post about this debate, and it's been going on for a very long time.

Maybe I'm an optimist though, but I think things are going to be looking up. The psychology is moving slow, but it's moving in a clear direction. More research lately seems to be going into studying the autonomy of hallucinated experiences and imaginary friends. Endogenic systems have started being studied over the last decade, even if it's mostly been limited to online interviews. And now we have the Stanford Tulpa study coming up that will be the first time endogenic systems have been studied under an fMRI machine. And I promise, it won't be the last.

This is something that people in the psychological community are finally interested in. I already know what side the science will fall on. And when it does, it will become increasingly difficult to deny.

It might take another 5 years or so, but I think this current syscourse is drawing to a close.

Present Sophie:

You know, I was really hoping that Stanford tulpa study would be released in 2022. And it's still not here in 2023.

But I don't think I was totally wrong about the progress.

Syscourse in early 2022 was filled with fakeclaimers and people arguing that endogenic systems didn't exist. This year, we're largely past that on Tumblr. No fMRI study needed. I feel my optimism has already been rewarded.

Now we just need to figure out how to bring syscourse on other websites up to date and we'll be well on our way to accomplishing our mission.

I fully believe now, as I did then, that the future is plural and that we're making a difference together!

#syscourse #plural #plurality #pro endo #pro endogenic #endogenic #systems #multiplicity #plural system #system #endogenic system #system stuff #sysblr #system things

[shirefantasies]

Am I too late to join in on matchups? If so please just ignore this ask and know that I'm sorry

I'd like a male ship please. I'm an autistic girl with adhd and a couple chronic illnesses like joint pain especially in my hands and dyspraxia so I'm super clumsy. I'm 4' 10" tall with long wavy auburn hair, glasses, pale skin that's covered in freckles and moles and a petite figure. I'm very friendly and bubbly but I can also be kinda asocial and don't actively seek out interaction much. I enjoy writing, drawing (recently I've been getting really into MS Paint art), video games, reading, hiking and researching things that interest me. I'm very intelligent and also witty, I'm actually pretty good at making people laugh! I work as a librarian and am hoping to become a linguist someday too. Thanks!

"Hey sweetie, here's my additions for my matchup description! Thanks so much for taking the time to do all these ships, you're a true saint. I hope these don't conflict with the draft you have set up already

��� I’m both very level-headed and very stubborn, and I can also be quite fierce and even argumentative but that’s fairly rare. I just don’t tend to back down easily, and I’m a very resilient person

🪆 I can be a bit of a homebody, especially since I’m disabled, and I get very attached to wherever I happen to be living. I like having a garden whenever possible too, even if it's an indoor one.

🪆 I’m very friendly and sweet, but I also like messing with people a little. This is especially fun because I have unusual interests like botanical poisons or the science of decomposition. I can tend to be pretty morbid without even realizing it. That being said, my friendly side is no facade and I genuinely love taking care of people.

🪆 I especially love cooking for people and trying to recipes for others

🪆 I enjoy working out but am still very skinny. It’s actually funny how my large arms contrast with my Disney Princess-esque waist

🪆 I like to take relationships very very slowly and develop a solid friendship before considering dating someone, so I really don't want someone who takes things too fast. I'm also not a fan of overly flirty people, even if they're completely loyal to me I just get turned off by over the top displays of affection. 

🪆 I have legendary pain tolerance and tend to laugh off injuries more than anything

🪆 I’m addicted to buying new books, particularly on witchcraft and botany

🪆 I know a LOT about different types of spirits and deities, especially as a witch. I could go on and on about spirit lore for hours

Thanks, have a great day!"

Not too late at all! & I was really early on in it so this is fine! I can kind of work to combine them in fact 😁 They just take a long time lmao 😅 hope it’s ok I went LoTR because your man is…

Frodo!

You aren't used to being approached while you work; quite the contrary, in fact, many passersby almost seem to treat you like you don't exist at all when you appear in the peripheries of their vision hunched over your books and scrolls. Which, admittedly, is suitable to you as your work is quite consuming. Quenya translations do not come without focus, after all. So when a voice sounds at your back, your clumsy side emerges as you startle, almost overturning your ink pot before a small, pale hand darts out to catch and right it. “My apologies,” you hear from behind you, “I was just curious what form of Elvish that was.”

Turning around, you see a hobbit, dark-haired and blue-eyed and shyly smiling at you. He is clad in a white shirt and brown pants and something about the navy vest he wears gives him a studious air. You smile. “Quenya, very old. In fact this book,” you motion over the tome you’ve been comparing against the ancient scroll, “is a chronicle of the witches of old. Quick different from anything we see these days.” A mixture of teasing and apprehension crossed the hobbit’s visage. “And what are you doing with a book like that?” “Looking for a way to raise my undead army,” you tease back, leaning forward toward him in your chair. At that, both of you laugh and exchange introductions. His name is Frodo and it would seem his uncle is quite a student of languages as well, teaching Frodo newer, more practical forms of Elvish and studying some Khuzdul himself. In fact, he is only there outside the Shire to have an old book of his uncle’s appraised.

You can’t help the wave of distraction that overtakes you after you offer your own skills, though; adjusting your spectacles and pushing your chair back, you cannot resist asking Frodo about his Shire. He pulls back a chair of his own, taking up a spot at your side with a smile you can only describe as lovestruck. Stubborn as you can be, you give no fight to the derailment of your work as Frodo speaks of rolling green hills, warm hearths and sunny gardens and flowers hung upon fences. You understand his expression completely, a sigh escaping your own lips at his vividly gorgeous words. "We may know little of your witchcraft or translations in the Shire, but it's home. The greatest home I could ask for." He had you at sunny gardens. "I would love to see it," you reply, setting your quill down. "He isn't always fond of guests," Frodo chuckles, folding his arms on the table, "but I think someone with your knowledge and spirit would quite amuse him. Come and visit us. I will have Uncle Bilbo convinced by the time you get there." "Oh, he needs convincing, does he?" "Perhaps you could put a spell of some sort on him."

The older hobbit you quickly learn is Frodo’s uncle Bilbo still looks surprised by your presence at his nephew’s side, but he gets a glitter in his eyes you expect to be quite characteristic once you bring up your meeting with Frodo. You end up talking to Bilbo as much as his nephew at dinner, in fact, sharing many glances with the proudly smiling Frodo as you hear the most amazing tales of dwarf-song and dragon fire and even time spent alongside Lord Elrond himself in the great homely house. Bilbo chuckles at the way your eyes light up, your questions about the magic woven around Rivendell and how different it is from the small spells you’ve attempted. That certainly gets the old hobbit’s eyebrows shooting up! At the end of it, you agree with Frodo’s assessment of the Shire’s warm hearths and have continued invitations to see your friends.

And that is definitely how you see it for quite some time, after all you work with Bilbo as much as you run around the Shire woods with Frodo, dodging his cousins plucking up mushrooms and trading botany facts and tips with Samwise, Bag End’s gardener, while Frodo looks on with the smile you’ve grown to love. Suspicion that he is just teasing you rises one day when he looks at you fondly, half-asking, half making a statement to you. "You really have fallen for the Shire, haven't you?" Of course you have. The hobbits admire your strength, at least for the most part- those that poke at you about big folk disturbing the peace or the Bagginses stirring things up again risk your comebacks, after all, the bite of your wit tearing perfectly back against the bore of their lives and personalities. Every time you swivel from such interactions, there is Frodo and that fond smile that suddenly you aren't so sure how to respond to. You don't know what to do when he takes your hand to show you something or catches you when your feet slip out from under you, hands about your waist. You don't mind, especially given Frodo's knowledge that your hands get achy and cold and somehow his find them right as it sets in, and beside that he was nothing but a gentleman to you. That in and of itself seems to be the sudden source of your hysteria right up to the moment Frodo rises onto his tiptoes and presses his lips ever so gently to yours. He's told you again and again over your compared translation notes, over twisting little charms and flower crowns together, over even blood and bandages and your laughter over the way your dear hobbit frets while you feel next to nothing.

You are lucky in the gift of Frodo as you frequently tell him, as you make known when you take his arm on a hike and share in that fond smile he gives you. Frodo is a gentle soul, affectionate but not so overt in his advance as to deter you. To put it bluntly, Frodo is not a sexual person, so the nature of your relationship as it is and the love you share in your spent time are plenty to satisfy him. Forever you have someone to bring you tea and a kiss to the crown of your auburn head as you pore over documents, someone to bake for and an uncle who laughs heartily at every insistence of yours that he needs to take you to Rivendell to study their wards, throwing in the Lonely Mountain for good measure. Between the three of you, Bag End fills with books in no time, but you certainly cannot complain when some of them are quite ancient indeed, teasing challenges by your favorite hobbits, one of whom sees himself in you and the other who simply sees the beauty in you while you work. Even if sometimes you work a little too hard and he has to help you back into your now-shared hobbit hole to rest your back after a little too long sketching, weeding, and planting in the garden you are beautiful, shining with sweat and dabbed with proof of your connection to the earth. You certainly are the best thing Frodo has brought home on an errand.

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