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sneepseverus · 2 months

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can i recommend a snapesmut fic? i just want to see him at the yule ball finding a fem reader in a carriage and decides to help her out if yk what i mean? and they make it a regular thing but not in just a carriage in like his class and that behind a paintin in the forest idk im not sure, i would prefer if the reader was a student cause i like taboo stuff but if your not comfy can you make her his assistant? ty it would mean alot

I made the reader his assistant here! As I reread the request, I realized I also made a slight modification; I made Y/N take the lead once they were in the carriage (hope that's okay! It just felt more natural with what I had in mind 🙏)

Warnings:

NSFW (MINORS DNI)

Riding, p in v, oral (F and M receiving), fingering

Word count: ~2.3k

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" you asked teasingly, knowing fully well the answer was no. There was nothing more Severus loved than attending school events after working hours and having to act as a chaperone for developing adolescents with raging hormones.

"Obviously," he replied, letting out a huff.

His sarcasm never failed to make you smile. Most people found him intimidating, scary even, and you'd be lying if you said you never felt that way. However, after working with him and getting to know him these past few months, your feelings quickly became warmer, hotter even. You had sometimes spent time outside work, but it was nothing more than a quick cup of tea.

But tonight you decided it would be different. "Now's my chance!" you thought. You put in more thought into your outfit than you usually would have for an event like this, hoping that seeing you in a different context would make him see you more than his assistant, as a person (an attractive one, at that.) You practiced many times in your head how to ask him to dance; you didn't want to come across as too imposing, but you also wanted to let him know you were interested in having something more than a professional relationship.

However, any semblance of confidence swiftly left your body. While he did acknowledge you when you made your way next to him, his expressions suggested he didn't particularly care that you were all dolled up for this event. He was more focused on the drink in his hand and the students dancing in the center.

Unsurprisingly, you could only focus on one thing. It was a rare sight to see him without his cloak; it almost felt a little too intimate. Fuck, all you wanted to do was rip apart all those buttons and see what was hiding underneath. And those fingers; why were they grasping a glass and not your waist? You were hoping mistletoe would appear so you'd have an excuse to kiss him and…have his mouth do other things to you.

"No, now is not the time to be thinking such things!" you thought to yourself. Unfortunately, it wasn't as simple to stop as you would have liked; you could already feel the sensitivity rising in your core.

"Excuse me!" you babbled before dashing off somewhere secluded so you could clear your mind.

You found an empty carriage outside and entered. Despite the frigid weather, it was the closest private place you could have at the moment. You took deep breaths, trying to erase all the explicit imagery forming in your head so you could carry on with the night.

All of a sudden, you heard a bang from outside, and the door quickly opened. "Y/L/N? What are you doing here?"

Shit. "Oh! Severus, I…" you began, clearing your throat, "I needed some fresh air, is all. I'll be back inside in a moment."

"Are you certain? You looked quite flustered before scurrying off."

"Yes," you replied. "I'm all right."

"Oh, I see. My apologies. You weren't…expecting anyone were you?" he followed up, embarrassed. "If so, then I'll leave you be." Despite the darkness of the night, you noticed his fists tightening around his wand.

"Expecting anyone? Please, if it were someone, it'd be you," you blurted out, not realizing what you just insinuated until after the fact.

"Oh? And why is that?" he asked curiously, raising his eyebrows.

You could feel your cheeks become hotter. "I just mean—Oh, for Merlin's sake, the truth is…I could hardly keep my eyes off you tonight. I so desperately wanted to ask you to dance, but I got scared and ran off. That’s why I’m here. There you have it," you confessed.

You expected him to leave awkwardly, but instead, he entered the carriage before sitting across from you and closing the door. "Well, since we are being honest here, I must confess that I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."

"What?"

"Yes. Seeing as I supervise you, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, so I tried my best to look away. But I must say, you look rather beautiful tonight. I mean, not that you don't normally do, but tonight especially, with your dress and jewelry and hair and…" he rambled. "But anyway, that’s expected; what isn’t is how you could feel similarly about me."

"Are you serious?!" you exclaimed. "How could I not? You're so captivating, the way you speak and carry yourself. How can they have us work together daily and not think I'd eventually become attracted to you? I'm surprised someone as intelligent as you can't see just how sexy you are."

"Sex…y?” he repeated. "Are you really certain you’re feeling okay? I think your lack of proper outerwear has somehow halted your ability to think correctly."

"Shut up! It’s true!” you maintained. "Your voice, your mind, your hands, all of you is so sexy."

"Well, since 'professionalism' clearly no longer exists in this space…I can easily say the same about you."

You weren’t sure if you were imagining his last sentence, but there was no time to think. "Fuck, just kiss me already," you ordered.

In just a second, your arms were wrapped tightly around each other as your lips crashed. Your fingers found their way into his hair, while his were exploring your back, slowly sliding down until they reached your hips.

Inside the limited space, you settled on his lap, pressing your core against his. His eyes lowered from your face to your cleavage placed right in front of him. As you felt his hardness developing underneath his pants, you began slowly grinding against it, eliciting involuntary moans from him. "Just tell me if you want to stop at any point," you breathed, but his expressions and hands gripping your lower back were clear indications of his willingness to continue.

You could feel your wetness building, and your need to feel him inside you was only getting stronger. "I want to ride you," you blurted out. You slid off him to pull down your soaked underwear, dangling it in front of him before throwing it to the side.

He paused, taking his time to process what was happening right before him. But not too long after, his fingers slid down to his waistband, slowly unbuckling his belt. He was embarrassed but couldn't leave you being the only one pantless.

As you lifted your dress up, his own bottoms came off, revealing his aching cock. "Fuck," he let out at the sight of you sliding yourself down on him with such ease.

With him holding you to keep you balanced, you began to bounce slowly up and down, letting out a moan each time. You gripped his shoulders, staring lustfully into his eyes before he dropped his head back.

"You fill me up so well," you uttered. With whatever remaining energy you had, you placed messy kisses all over his face. "Just like I've been dreaming this whole time.”

Although he wasn't able to let out a single word, the soft moans leaving his parting lips were enough to tell you how he felt.

You couldn't keep it together any longer. As your bounces sped up, your orgasm took over while his hot cum simultaneously spilled deeply inside you. "Severus! Ah!" you screamed. When you were certain your body could not produce any more pulses, you slid off him, trying to regain your energy.

You helped each other get your bottoms back on, but there was no way you could re-enter the room. Even if you played it cool, nobody would be able to ignore the messy hair and lipstick marks all over his cheeks.

You exited the cramped carriage, gathering your composure.

"I didn't realize we were on a first-name basis," he finally said, smirking.

"We just fucked in a carriage; I sure hope we would be."

"You're right...Y/N."

As you made your way back to the castle, trying to find an entrance where no one else would be, you linked your arms around his. "I hope we can make this more of a regular occurrence.”

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. The next few weeks were even more exciting and scandalous than the night of the ball.

Nobody questioned you when you told your colleagues and superiors you had work to do with Severus in his office. Instead of marking papers, you were busy being bent over next to his desk while his cock filled you up, balls slapping against your skin with each pump. He had one hand gripping your hip while the other was cupping your beautiful ass. You made it clear you’d only let him fuck you if he overcame his fear of being too loud. Though his office was secluded from the rest of the castle, the thought of someone hearing him moan and groan from behind the thick walls made you come even harder.

You thought he wouldn’t be able to keep up with your horniness, but you were soon proven wrong. One day after class ended, when Severus was certain all the students were gone, he locked the door and looked toward you cunningly. "If you’d let me, I’d like to taste that sweet pussy of yours," he confessed.

Without hesitation, you sat on a clean table, spreading your legs widely for him to enjoy.

His hands gripped your thighs before his fingers trailed up until they almost reached your center again, intentionally avoiding your sensitive bud.

"Please, just eat me already," you begged.

"Shhh. Patience, my dear."

Once he was content with the number of moans escaping your mouth, he slid your panties down and placed his fingers on your mound, spreading your lips so he could get a good look at your clit. He pressed his nose against it and inhaled deeply, savoring your natural scent.

Finally, he let the tip of his tongue press against you. He closed his eyes and let it slide up and down through your slit. Once he realized how wet you were, he slipped a finger inside you and let his tongue concentrate on your clit.

You took off your top and bra before falling back against the table and fondling your boobs. Somehow he maintained a perfect rhythm, giving equal attention to your G-spot and clit.

Knowing how much you loved the sound of his voice, he intentionally let out a series of vibrating moans against you.

"Fuck, Severus, I'm about to come!" you yelled.

You thought he’d take this as a sign to continue his pace, but he pulled away instead. "That’s 'Sir,' I'm about to come."

"Sir, please let me come! Please, I need it!"

Satisfied, he continued working toward your orgasm. He was practically devouring you with the way his tongue was lapping your whole pussy. With each moan from you, he sped up his pace, not leaving until he was certain you were completely finished.

As you tried to catch your breath, he helped you sit back up, smirking at you. Seeing how wiped out you were, he was not expecting the next few words from you.

"Now, it’s your turn!"

"W-what?"

You hopped off and held his hand, leading him to the nearest open seat. You spread his legs apart before palming his erection trapped behind the confines of his trousers. Your fingers gripped his waistband, and you proceeded to unbuckle his belt.

He raised his eyebrows as he let you pull his bottoms off. When his leaking cock sprang out, you beamed with joy and licked your lips at the sight.

He let out a low groan as soon as your fingers wrapped around his cock and dragged up and down the entire length. You let out a puff of hot air on his tip, teasing him just like he did earlier with you.

"Shit," he whispered, clearly willing and ready.

With your free hand now cupping his balls, you let your tongue swirl over his tip and lick up and down his shaft, exploring every inch of his thickness.

"Mmmh," you let out, pulling away for a second to compliment how he tasted.

He placed his fingers on the back of your head to balance himself and lead you to the right spots. He couldn’t help but buck his hips up toward you, forcing you to go down deeper.

Of course, he couldn’t last for as long as you did. Thick ropes of cum shot into your mouth as he let out a booming "FUCK!" His body was shaking uncontrollably until his climax finally came to a pause.

With sweat starting to drip down his head, he kept his eyes closed, too tired to stand back up. You wiped your mouth and helped get his lower half covered once again.

When his brain started to clear again, he slowly got out of his seat and regained control of himself. "I believe it’s time for lunch," he stated nonchalantly.

But as you made your way to the Great Hall, you pulled him aside and trapped him against the wall before placing your lips on his. You didn’t care if anyone saw; if anything, you wanted a professor to catch you in the act. "Mmmh, Severus," you let out between kisses.

He was too flustered to know where to place his hands, but they eventually settled on your lower back.

When you finally pulled away, he stared at you, shocked. "My goodness, Y/N. I thought I could keep up with your energy, but I’m starting to have second thoughts."

"Trust me, there will be more where that came from. You'll build your stamina up in no time. I'll see you tonight…sir," you replied before winking at him, leaving what would occur later that day to his imagination.

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sorcerous-caress · 4 months

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I've an image in my head that's been stuck there for a while now: BG3 companions with the human link. Imagine talking with Gale and Wyll as a Oath of Vengeance paladin, for example, and being so engrossed by that conversation that none of you notice that the others are staring at you all with such sinfully lascivious thought blooming behind their eyes...

My most used party comb for Act 3 was Gale, Wyll, Minsc, and human Tav. I called it the human party and ran wild around the city with it.

While I see all the companions getting along, i feel like there is a certain connection that only another human can provide, yk?

The other companions notice the inside jokes between you and Wyll, the times Gale makes a comment about humans being easy to trick and you scoff and tell him to speak for himself, the ways Minsc seems to really open around you and the other two.

Like yk how to deal with each others, the way human friends joke with each other and tease each other. The nonsensical arguments for fun, the exaggerated emotions and the silly jokes.

It's magnetic in a way, how the four of you seem to find love and fun amidst everything going on, the human nature of having the best time possible at any given situation.

Halsin especially enjoys when the humans in the party sorround him.

Gale's eyes shining with curiosity as he asks him about druid magic and the Great forest the elves reside at, how it functions and how does a connection to the fey feel like.

Wyll being impressed by his vast historical knowledge so easily, asking about famous people that Halsin knew before they were famous.

Minsc who is more curious about the current times and only has Halsin and Jaheira as guides. Asking about details of what happened after they defeated Bhaal the last time around.

And human Tav who is somehow a mix of the three. How you wonder how an elf managed to become his size, saying you've never seen anyone like him before. Feeling up his muscles and arms, asking so many questions.

To be the center of attention of four humans, showered with their touches and gazes, it's completely addicting even for someone who claims he is humble like Halsin.

He can't help but want to show off to these cute adorable humans. Let them sit on his lap, feel his arms and ask all these questions that are considered inappropriate in elf culture. Humans really are blunt and seductive little things without realising that they are, huh?

The way you shamelessly ask him to turn into a bear and cuddle you, how the other three humans saw this and joined you two without invitation. Petting Halsin's bear form and cuddling close to his hot soft body.

Sometimes Halsin thinks he died and went to elf heaven, where you get your own harem of humans that shower you with love and let you tend to their every need.

That one time Gale was complaining about walking and just asked Halsin to carry him. That other time Wyll brought him flowers he found during his stroll, unaware of their deeper meaning in elvish as a proposal to sleep together.

The various wrestling matches Minsc has with him. Where Halsin pins his strong human body and down and watches his writhle and squirm underneath him, the cute human pouting at having lost the match.

The way he feels your eyes on him, you always watched those matches with interest. He sometimes liked to think of you as his own personal human cheerleader, rooting for the elf when your kin is losing? Halsin has never felt a greater urge to take you before in his life.

Maybe one time you decide to have a go at it with Halsin. But instead of him pinning you down, you end up outsmarting him. You're sitting on top of him with your thighs holding him down and wrapping around his torso.

You're so close, that addicting human smell. He swallows down to try and lessen this consuming urge to taste you, lick your body and eat you out.

Minsc is cheering for you from the side, and you're sweating and brimming with happiness at your victory. Smiling at Halsin and asking if he needs help to stand up, maybe you kicked his ass too hard and now he won't be able to shower on his own after this.

And he finds himself agreeing, asking if you'd lend an old elf a hand, you can invite your little human friends too.

#♡Halsin #♡smut #♡human kink #♡Wyll #♡Gale #♡Minsc #♡human reader

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3xen · 9 months

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hihiii can I req a aamon x reader where's it's like arranged marriage au typa vibe?? both from different kingdoms n are very different but manage to yk bond n stuff 😖😖

asunder; aamon since the marriage ceremony, he's been unseen in his own home. you only feel its right—if you're the person to confront him.

n. i was hitting that poetry shit in this one omg. and please, good lord, i just wanna believe aamon is canonically british. please. i tried to capture ur req as best as i could!

c. arranged marriage au, unrequited love, ooc(?)

aamon deliberately meddled himself into his work and duties more often than he would have. he found consolation within his office—so he never left it. each day would be scheduled with meetings, inspections, and business matters. he immediately became weary of it. but he didn’t halt with his bearish intentions.

it was the fourth week that you resided in his home. each week passed without his presence. it became most apparent that aamon was dodging your entire existence.

a feeling of transgression and inhospitality poked at the back of his brain—a pot of poison stirring in his fleshy stomach. he was glued to his chair, stuck in a boundless hex.

and you still hadn’t had a clue on what his intentions were. nonetheless, you tried to not make much out of it—marriage life was hectic and you decided his feelings couldn’t be misheard.

it was an overwhelming decision, even more, a forced decision by your kingdom. you never intended to settle for marriage so soon, given, prior to your engagement; you remained committed as a solitary princess.

it was an unexplored aspect for the both of you.

“aamon-“ you entered the unoccupied space, a cold breeze running through your feet. aamon’s usual lively office was completely empty.

it took a few moments of reflection before you entered his office. hadn’t your curiosity got the best of you, you surely would have left as quick as you came. you flicked the lights on, bringing the interior of his room to light.

it was plain—modernized to a suitable extent. wooden bookshelves outlined the outer walls of his office, besides them were file cabinets. he had one large desk in the center, file folders and miscellaneous papers sloppily scattered around the surface of the desk.

a large window faced from behind his desk, gaining a considerable source of light—allowing either the sun or moon to glimmer off the reflection of his desk.

you anxiously approach the desk—your fingers running along the cluttered articles. as your eyes watched the tips of your fingers graze the tough surface, you caught a glimpse of an opened paged journal noted with ‘entry iii’.

you moved any unwanted objects out of the way, your own consciousness growing more intrigued as moments passed by. you took the article in your hand, eyes darting to meet each word to match your mouth.

entry iii

her countenance deceives me, whereas her actions lighten me. if i were to write a report to her peers, i would think she was a bewitching maiden. her mere presence creates an altercation between herself and i. my perception of that woman is scarcely comparable to one of a few things. it has me bound at my will. i want to ultimately refuse her propositions of companionship. thenceforth, i will avoid that woman of great mystery.

a visible frown was placed upon your lips. you had been good. throughout your time here, you have been nothing but good. what could aamon hold so much against you? what was his ulterior motive?

a fit of rage threatened to surge from you—it can’t be. you shifted your eyes downward from the page and instead of falling to your feet—your pupils focused on a small fonted phrase.

princess, i’m afraid i can no longer fool myself.

your breath hitched as the journal fell from your hands. “i see you’ve explored my study.” aamon cocked his head to the side—almost in disbelief. he entered the room with a heavy presence and it went completely unnoticed by you.

“aamon.” your entire body felt numb as you stood like a deer in headlights, unable to move forward from your spot.

aamon chuckled in amusement—he seemed the least offended with the intrusion. it didn’t take long until your body finally found its motion and you discreetly walked away from his desk.

the prospect of it all felt impudent—to his letter of criticism, and lastly; his judgment of you. you received his disregard as something that would soon pass. or maybe, it was a plain misconception to you.

“have you read my letter?” he inquired.

“yes.”

he nodded in acknowledgement as he moved to sit comfortably into the chair behind his desk. “it’s exactly what it says,”

your eyebrows dug into your forehead. he spoke calmly, with a steady expression. “excuse me?”

“the letter.” i blink in disbelief.

“you intrigue me, princess.” the glint in his eyes meant more than what he said. his commendation of sanction captured you in his essence.

once he played your game—maybe you would play his.

#𓂃ᰔ xen writes #mobile legends bang bang #mobile legends #mlbb #mobile legends bang bang x reader #mobile legends x reader #mlbb x reader #aamon #aamon x reader

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apollosgiftofprophecy · 3 months

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not sure if anyone's asked you this before/yet, but so you have any opinions or thoughts of the relationship between all of the pantheons? general relationship and possibly some more personal ones?

I've read many different headcanons and fanfiction where people have mentioned their thoughts on it, but nothing they've ever gone into detail about.

there's nothing really preventing them from interacting *👀 I keep remembering the smallest tiniest hint of freypollo we got* but that doesn't mean they go out of their way doing it, yk?

OKAY SO-

The pantheons I'll be mainly focusing on are the Greek, Roman, Norse, & Egyptian ones. I'll probably make little nods to other ones too tho :3

Don't be surprised if this mainly centers on Apollo XD He's my guy <3

GREEK & ROMAN

Let's kick it off with these two!

"But aren't they the same-?"

Nope! The Roman pantheon started off as their own sets of gods - the thing is, they had very little myths written down so we don't know much about how they were characterized :(

Howmever. We do know that when they were synchronized with Greece's gods, you can see the little differences between them - for instance, the Roman gods were more Forces Of Nature than gods who went out and Did Stuff, like Greece's.

Jupiter for example! He didn't have the "fucks around" rep Zeus does! Jupiter from the Roman's perspective didn't go out and do much. He rooted on Aeneus, yes, but the myths of his children weren't quite as popular in Rome as they were in Greece (probably because they were. ya know. Greek heroes, and not Roman)

And Apollo. Oh, Apollo...the only major god who didn't have a Latin equivalent.

Rome loved you so much they adopted you and went "no. no. he was always here. no we aren't lying. see? he's in the Dii Consentes!" XD

Fun Fact: Apollo is basically multiple gods in a trench coat. Paion (Mycenean), Smitheus (Mycenean), Aplu (Etruscan), Apaulinus (Hittie), Grannus (Celtic), ect were all Apollo-equivalents who historians have concluded to be past incarnations of Apollo!

which is INTERESTING because...do those gods still exist in the RRverse? Are they connected to Apollo in some way? Are they little voices in his head? DO THEY HAVE DRINKS TOGETHER?

I have questions and I need answers.

Greek & Egyptian

Saving the Norse for last because we all wanna save Freypollo for last <3 the best for last lmao

RIGHT OFF THE BAT I'M GONNA SAY THAT ZEUS DOESN'T LIKE THE OTHER PANTHEONS! I BET HE DOESN'T!

Which sucks for him because Apollo has friends in Egypt XD

I do think Apollo and Horus would be friends! Not only are they both associated with the sun in some way, but they were actually identified with each other when Greece met Egypt!

Greece: Oh so you have a super-powerful son of the king of the gods associated with light? So do we! :D

Egypt: Oh my gosh we do! :D

You know the myth of Typhon? Apollo transformed into a hawk to escape, and you know who has a hawk head?

Horus. :D

also Horus took over the thrown from Osiris - sure, not in an overthrow way but still. he overthrew Set and claimed the throne

sounds like something we all want hmm...

Also, I headcanon that Helios and Ra go WAAAAYYYY back and Apollo only met Ra like. once. before Isis did her blackmailing and Ra disappeared.

SO WHEN RA CAME BACK, WHICH WOULD HAVE BEEN DURING HOO BTW, APOLLO HAS NO IDEA! HE'S ON DELOS AT THAT POINT! THEN HIS TRIALS!

So when he rolls up to the next sun god meeting he sees Ra and is like "wait what who are you- OH WAIT!"

And Ra's like; "WHO LET THIS CHILD BE PUT IN CHARGE OF THE SUN???"

Apollo: I'm over 4,000 years old-

Ra, pointing: BABY

(Headcanon that Ra & Amaterasu are like. the defacto sun god 'leaders' who keep the meetings rolling. Amaterasu was very tired when Ra disappeared and she had to wrangle these fiery gods together XD)

(Also Helios thought Horus was a lil' upstart XD)

Finally, I also saw someone else mention that Apollo could have learned some Egyptian magic and used it to create the border of CHB!

Headcanon Hecate snuck along with him and it's their little secret :3

Greek & Norse

HERE. WE. ARE.

LEMME GET MY MAP OUT

SO.

Green highlight is where Greece is. Blue is where Hyperborea is (see this post for details)

In that post, I came to the conclusion that Apollo Totally Definitely Has Met Norse Gods BECAUSE OF HIS WINTER VACATIONS!

AND IF YOU LOOK ACROSS THE BALTIC SEA-

STOCKHOLM.

AND WHERE DID APOLLO MEET THAT HOT GOD WITH A TALKING SWORD???

A TAVERN. IN. STOCKHOLM!

FREYPOLLO LIVES (<-knows very well it's basically already canon XD)

Fun fact: the people of Hyperborea were most likely the mythological avatars of the Norse people! :D

SO I CONCLUDE-

Apollo takes a trip across the Baltic Sea and flirts in the Stockholm tavern and that's how Freypollo happens <3

Other Pantheon Thoughts

Hindu: This thought came while I was creating my @underrated-lovers-of-apollo-poll - Apollo & Indra!

They shared an elephant ride that one time! Wouldn't it be fun if they also kissed? :3

also Indra is a storm god with thunder and lightning think of the angst-

Shinto: Amaterasu taught Apollo Japanese when he discovered the haiku for the first time - sadly, only Athena ever bothered to learn it to experience the haiku in its fullest. pushing my sibling agenda again haha

Because haikus always sound better in their native language <3

Hittie: This connects to the 'Apollo trenchcoat' thing earlier - if Apollo is like. the current form of Apaulinus, would the Hittie pantheon like. drop in from time to time like 'heyyyy we miss you <3'

Apollo: *trojan war flashbacks*

Apaulinus was heavily associated with Wilusa, whom historians have confirmed was Troy, and Apollo's first temple doesn't show up under AFTER the bronze age collapse and the war happened BEFORE that happened meaning HE WAS APAULINUS WHEN THE WAR HAPPENED MY HEART-

i need to look into more pantheons. it's so much fun making these connections and coming up with headcanons for the RRverse :3

#the oracle speaks #ramblings of an oracle #the trials of apollo #apollo #zeus #pjo apollo #pjo zeus #pjo jupiter #pjo helios #tkc horus #tkc ra #tkc set #pjo hecate #mcatgoa frey #freypollo #rrverse indra #rrverse amaterasu

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victoriaplaysims · 3 months

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i gave the goths the makeover they deserve

i think i'll always see the goths as i did in ts2 (except mortimer is younger and bella is yk, not kidnapped). i did my best to represent them that way. this includes giving them all new traits, interests, likes and dislikes, jobs, skills - everything.

by: @victoriaplaysims

cc links and character presentations under the cut

bella goth: growing up, bella constantly daydreamed of glamour, fashion, paparazzi, the biggest stars in del sol valley - and of course herself, being right there in the center of it all. bella loved the years she had spent in the city, surrounding herself with the hottest it girls and heart throbs. she had it all; the perfect life, the perfect clothes, and the perfect top ranked soccer player fiancé - until she found him in bed with his personal assistant, that is. bella left del sol valley that night and never returned. she moved back in with her parents and six months later, she ran into a childhood friend at bella's mom's art gallery, and as they say, the rest is history.

hair, makeup, lashes, dress, skin details: one two three

mortimer goth: coming from a long line of succesful ceos, scientists and world leaders, mortimer had his life planned out since before he was born. there was no choice, no option other than to always do better, do more, change the world of both business and knowledge. all he has ever known is hard work, scientific break throughs and black tie events as a member of the board of the goth institute of science. he often stays late at the lab, working on his special, very classified project. rumour has it he is optimizing and redefining what it means to be a sim today - but is there such a thing as the perfect sim? and is perfection always a good idea?

glasses, pants, skindetails: one

cassandra goth: yes, she has grown up in an old haunted mansion and yes, her dad is a weird science guy, but cassie is more than just a goth. she's the perfect mix of both of her parents - she inherited her mom's charisma and her dad's brain power. cassie refuses to acknowledge her future as a member of the goth board of blah blah and locks herself in her bedroom as soon as mortimer starts talking about the future. for now, cassie just want to be a normal teenager, doing normal teenager stuff, and focus on her book club simstagram. she has the rest of her life to worry about her future.

hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, glasses, sweater, skirt, skin details: one

alexander goth: from an outside perspective, alex might seem too young to be involved in what it means to be a goth -a future leader and all the pressure it brings. but his father has been preparing him for over a year already. "one can never start too soon, when there's much to do" mortimer always says, and then goes on and on about things alex never understands. so he just nods along and tries to keep an attentive smile on his face - but that's only on the outside. on the inside, there's a big, scary monster in his stomach that's trying to eat him alive. alex is lucky to have simon by his side when he starts feeling this way. simon is a boy around alex's age, he says he has lived in the goth mansion for a very, very, very long time and he can walk through the walls. alex, however, can not.

hair, eyelashes

thank you to all the cc creators: @simstrouble @oshinsimblr @miikocc @kijiko-sims @sentate @tamo-sim @wildlyminiaturesandwich @lamatisse @imvikai @twisted-cat @johnnysimmer

#townie makeover #cc makeover #backstory #the goths #cas #ts4 cas

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Rae I was just having thoughts about You're Losing Me a while ago, and it really is just such an enigmatic song yk. I can never explain the way it made me feel the first time I heard it.

Just sumn about hearing all those wonderful, romantic, idyllic love songs about Joe for five whole albums and then just. YLM hits you like a truck because till then we still hadn't processed it all. Joe had been painted as this perfect, calm supportive partner who can do no wrong and Taylor is happy and it will always stay that way...and then April 9th happened.

Public perception is a crazy thing, and it's even crazier how nobody even DARED to speak the words that thy could've broken up before they did...but the red flags were there all along. It reminds me of the line in sotb "I don't speak, afraid to jinx it" and now that song is in the denial playlist. Truly everyone was in denial for like a month after the news dropped and we weren't even IN the relationship, I can't imagine how bad it was for Taylor herself.

Someone on Twitter quoted the breakup announcement with "Isn't this the guy she wrote Lover for? Yeah, we're all screwed". Amazing how much her own songs made everyone believe everything was okay till the very last moments.

I think especially what YLM strikes me as is a song centered around not wanting to throw away a "good thing" i.e. the Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

YLM is so horribly bleak imo, because it's not hopeful AT ALL. The last line is very literally her "making the decision" that unless he chooses her, she's done. And to think this was written in 2021?? Had she already accepted the truth back then? Did the denial stage start even BEFORE that? Was she sitting in the dark room for an year and a half?

The thing that hurts the most about a song like this with all the lyric parallels, is watching something you thought was gonna last forever turn out to be so disapointing in the end. Not WANTING to lose something you've built with so much love, even when you realise that the love has disappeared. The shattering of a mirage. All the We survived the great war imagery on Midnights to My heart won't start anymore for you. Her paralleling her own past songs will always break me. The silence that only comes when two people understand each other to You say 'I don't understand' and I say 'I know you don't'.

Of course the fandom believed at a point that they were endgame, but SO DID SHE. That is what makes the song harder to digest because it really feels like a personal letter to her fans, released ONLY for us months before it was made available to the public. I stand behind the theory that Midnights was the Denial album, and YLM (the bridge between Midnights and TTPD) is her waking up.

i know this isn't the point of your ask, but bear with me! i would argue that many fans realized some songs were describing dark or heavy moments - but, call it parasocial if you like, the fandom just wanted to believe they were working through those issues, not that the relationship was unhealthy or bad. (and no one wants to be labeled as a hater, which, maybe we can work on as a fandom now lol.) for example, i thought hoax and renegade were troubling, the line "your integrity makes me seem small" rubbed many of us the wrong way, we all clocked "maybe it was her"... meanwhile, unfortunately there were lots of theories about how it was "all in her head," which fortunately i think we can all put in perspective now. OK BUT MY POINT IS, it also makes it easy to imagine (as you said), that when you're IN the relationship itself, the good parts might overshadow the bad. you could cling to something that is beyond saving because there's still comfort or hope, and denial is extremely strong. denial can feel like hope tbh.

i think ylm really shows that she was trying so so hard, for so so long, that she was running out of steam in late 2021. and he wasn't make it easier for her, because he wasn't making his needs or true desires clear.

ANYWAY good thoughts, i enjoyed this ask!

#ylm

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fantasy-on-parchment · 2 years

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hi again i had another idea since tbona left a bunch of loose ends how about writing how you think the 3rd kiss will go...

Okay well, here’s the thing.

I actually don’t have any theories for the third kiss, because I think there’s so many different ways it could go. I mean I think we all know he’ll make her kiss him, or she’ll just go for it, but I don’t think I could really do justice to whatever Stephanie is thinking. I believe it’ll be a spur of the moment thing, probably built on action, but other than that…

I did however discover a plot hole in tbona… and some of you might not like hearing about it, but it does involve a kiss. Bc… if Jacks was gonna go back in time anyways… why not just… yk ;)

DISCLAIMER: I am using a specific scene from Stephanie Garber’s work, and obviously all characters and plot lines belong to her. I am simply putting a creative twist on a scene I loved.

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Any Other Way

Evangeline x Jacks

Summary and warning: closed-door smut, 18+, otherwise… find out for yourself :)

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“Little Fox, when I saw you, I thought—“

Jacks broke off before he finished the sentence, and Evangeline was left to wonder just what he might have worried about. Was he worried she was hurt? Or that she was with Apollo?

She didn’t get to ask as she was sat atop the twisted sheets, getting the first chance to really scan the room. Apple cores lie everywhere, along with torn maps and crumpled papers. Evangeline’s cheeks flushed, she got the sense maybe she wasn’t supposed to see this. It all felt so personal.

But then his fist was tugging at the nape of her neck, and with a whimper she looked up at him. He would always be beautiful, she realized, no matter how much agony he seemed to be in. His blue eyes flashed as they caught on the blood on her lips. It took everything in her not to project her thoughts and ask him to kiss her.

She wanted him to kiss her so badly, almost as much as she needed air to breathe it seemed. And the way he was staring at her mouth, well… maybe he thought the same.

“You’re still bleeding.” Was all the warning she got before he lowered his lips to hers and licked a line up the center of hers. It was slow, deliberate, and almost torturous the way Evangeline wanted to beg for more. She was still shaking with fear from the hands that had wrapped around her neck and yet— all she wanted was Jacks.

Another whimper escaped when he didn’t immediately pull away, keeping her close with his hand in her hair. She felt like she was watching him battle with himself, and she hoped-this once-he’d let his wants win.

But no. He pulled away and dropped her head. “I have to go.”

“No!” She pushed off the bed, landing in front of him and blocking his path. “What are you so afraid of? What is it?”

He looked at her, positively broken with the way his blue eyes gleamed, “Do you still want to know what the stones do when they’re together?”

Her breath seemed to leave her lungs in one final: “Yes.”

She watched him think it over and over, as if she could hear his thoughts when he wasn’t even projecting them. He stopped at his desk with another apple, “When the four stones are combined, a person has the power to return to any moment in their past. It can only be done once. Once the stones have been used for this purpose, they’ll never have the power to be used like this again.”

Something rolled in Evangeline’s stomach that this wasn’t right. Her heart twisted, as if knowing she was about to hear something she didn’t want to. But she had to know, “What moment do you want to return to?”

He didn’t look at her, “I want to return to the moment I met Donatella.”

There it was, there was her heart breaking. “The princess who stabbed you?”

He nodded, that was all she got. She couldn’t figure out how he was feeling. “Why would you want to go back to her?”

He still wouldn’t face her, “She was my one true love—I want another chance at that.”

No. That couldn’t be it. Evangeline had been with Jacks, and had never seen him bat an eye at the mention of the princess. “Why go to all this trouble for a girl you don’t love?”

Turning to her, he bit down hard on the apple, never taking his eyes off her until he dropped it back onto the desk, “This is a pointless argument,” he spat, “and you won’t remember this anyways.”

“Wha—why are you saying I won’t remember it…” but she knew, Evangeline knew that if Jacks went back in time and met Donatella all over again, he wouldn’t need Evangeline. They would never have this argument, would never have anything.

Unless he made it happen again, “Will we ever meet?” She asked after a long silence.

“No.” His face was stone.

“But… will you remember me?”

“Yes.” His arms were crossed, she didn’t bother trying to change his mind because she knew when a Fate set their heart on something—not even entire worlds could put an end to it.

“So… if none of this ever happened…” Evangeline took a deep breath as a sudden though fell upon her. Jacks wouldn’t like it, and she’d probably embarrass herself but… “Why haven’t you kissed me?”

She watched his eyebrows lift to his forehead, “Excuse me?” He coughed.

“You heard me,” She took a step closer, crowding him to his desk, “If everything will change, then kissing me wouldn’t really kill me because I will have never met you.”

Jacks smirked, but his eyes remained agonized, “That desperate, Little Fox? After all this time you still believe there’s any reality where this works?”

She kept her face neutral, shrugging as she scanned the room once more, “It doesn’t really matter does it?”

Silence fell, the world fell it seemed. It was just them, face to face, inches apart in the trashed room that didn’t even feel real at the moment. He tore his eyes between hers over and over before: “No.”

But she stopped him from sidestepping her, “You’re scared.”

“I am not.” His nostrils flared.

“You are. You’re scared of what could happen.” Evangeline laid her hands on his chest, pushing him against the desk once more. “But you should really be scared of walking out that door and forever regretting that you didn’t take this chance.”

She stared up at him with all the courage she’d mustered this last year. She took all the pain she’d felt, and all the times he’d healed her, and she let the intensity roll off her just as it was him. She watched him break behind blue eyes, watched his fists clench and unclench.

It was when his eyes landed on her lips again that her really broke.

And his fist found her hair again, his free hand landing on her waist. He twisted them, pushing her up against the desk before locking his mouth to hers and—

No, this was when everything fell away. Everything but the two of them as his hands found her thighs and lifted her up onto the desk. He tasted like apples and blood and felt like the most torturous happily ever after. He was smooth but rough. He didn’t bite her until she bled, but his fingers on her hips dug in until she knew she’d have bruises. His tongue slid against hers as he pulled her chest flush to his and she moaned. He was all strong muscle and smooth skin under his shirt.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling him hard between her legs. The sensation had her pulling away for air, dropping her head back with a call of his name. But he didn’t miss a beat, his tongue finding her neck and biting down, sucking bruises no doubt.

“Fates be damned Little Fox,” he groaned against her, “I’ve never told you how sweet you taste, have I?”

“Jacks—Jacks—“ Evangeline moved her hips, this was so much more than just a kiss.

“Yes, love?”

“Bed.”

There was a growl against her throat as he picked her up in his arms. With her chest against his, she felt his heart racing. He walked across the room, never taking his eyes off her, before he sat on the bed with her on top.

He tugged on her bodice, his fingers tracing the curves on her breasts. “Tell me how to get this off or I swear, Evangeline, I will cut it again.”

She pushed to stand up, “Laces in the back.” On wobbly legs, she turned around and lifted her hair for him to undo her dress.

His long fingers tugged and pulled and, the world seemed to come back to her. This was moving really fast but, she’d wanted it for so long. Maybe before she’d even known. And his kiss was smooth, worth dying for…

Dying…

Her dress loosened enough to fall to the floor, leaving her in just a beige slip as she turned back around.

His eyes reflected her thoughts, “Are you…”

“Still breathing.”

His cold hands went to grab hers, “You’re shaking.” He whispered, and she watched as tears welled in his eyes.

“I…” she laughed softly, “I really want you.”

He trailed up her slip, his hands following so he could pull her down with his own laugh. Or maybe it was a sob. Evangeline didn’t care, she was right there with him as he turned her onto her back.

His hand drifted under the slip, and she whimpered as it trailed up her stomach to squeeze her breasts, “Really?” Jacks asked.

Evangeline cupped his cheeks, pulling him down to her, “Don’t leave.” She whispered against his lips.

The evoked a true chuckle, “Trust me, Little Fox, I’m not going anywhere.”

The moment felt endearing, perfect as she stared up at him.

That was, until his fists took her slip and ripped it right down the middle as she squealed.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

#evajacks #tbona #ouabh #the ballad of never after #romance #stephanie garber #jacks #prince of hearts #prompts #angst #smut

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rottentiger-art · 9 months

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is it true that logan had a crush on zoey? I read it on the fandom wiki

There was an implied mutual attraction in the show, but I think they dropped that idea around season 3, maybe season 2 (thankfully)

I don't think Logan's crush on Zoey was ever that serious, I think he just found her attractive and wanted to make out with her, same way he wanted to make out with most girls. He grew to like her as a friend later on, and the make out jokes never felt like he meant them since then.

I really believe he fell for Quinn on season 3, so he completely got over any left over attraction for Zoey by then. And she also seemed to drop that as well, way earlier. The fact that they both annoyed the shit out of each other probably helped get rid of it.

You didn't ask about Quinn but I'm gonna talk about Quinn

Before their kiss, Logan described Quinn as "smart, pretty and kinda fun". Those things could apply to Zoey too, so why didn't he fell for Zoey instead? Well he might have said only those things, but those were not the only reasons he fell for Quinn. She's much more than that.

Quinn also annoyed him and challenged him, like Zoey, but he ended up falling for her still (dare I say, because of it). Quinn had other attributes that attracted him, I think Quinn's weirdness/quirkiness and personality played at hand for why he feel for her but not Zoey. Like Erin and Matt mention recently mentioned Quogan have more in common than people think. I think their shared interest in science was something that drew Logan in, despite himself. They're also both romantics, again, despite himself. They have mad chemistry, something that just comes naturally with couples, and something that wasn't really there with Zoey.

She's different from Zoey on many things, and I believe Logan loved every single one of those differences.

Quinn is kinder and less self-centered than Zoey. She doesn't make every issue her problem, yk? and she is actually a pretty sweet girl.

She's not self righteous like Zoey, something that often causes Logan and Zoey's fights (even tho he kinda is also, in a way that he always thinks he's right too) Oh, actually that last part just made me realize another reason why Logan and Zoey never developed feeling*.

Quinn is always willing to help her friends, when asked, unlike Zoey who simply inserts herself in the situation and give advices without asking first.

Quinn took revenge on Logan as well, but I don't think she ever went as far as Zoey had, like in Anger Management, for example.

Quinn is not as judgy as Zoey either, probably bc of the fact that she's an outcast tbh.

Zoey has a serious communication problem, connected to her self righteousness, where if she feels wronged, she never let the other person explain themselves (it's mostly Chase), while Quinn makes things less complicated and expresses those things (like when they were laughing behind her back and she told them it hurted her, bc she expected it from Logan but she thought of them as her friends, no one made a move to apologize or talk so she left). Basically both Quinn and Zoey are confrontational, but in completely different ways.

*What I realized, is that Zoey and Logan have a lot in common too. Like how they both want to be in charge at all times and have troubles accepting their wrong doing. The things they have in common are their flaws, while with Quinn, they have their better parts in common. I don't wanna bring Dana into this, but I believe this would have been the case for her and Logan too if she had stayed. So, I guess Quogan would still had been endgame (now I kinda want a fic where while Quinn was with Mark, Logan had a messy relationship with Dana, Quogan is still endgame at the end, I think it'd be more dramatic and make Logan also experience what's like to have a healthy relationship after coming out of an unhealthy one)

One could argue that Logan's attraction to Quinn's less dominating qualities and attitudes in comparison to Zoey could be attributed to his sexism and his own dominating personality at the time, but then again, Quinn is a dominating girl too, we see that in her relationship with Mark, so I don't think it's only that, I think at the end, it was more about Quinn's healthier way of dealing with things drew him in. He really needed someone that was at his level on that aspect but would match him and work with him for the better instead of someone who made things worse.

Logan and Quinn balance each other and bring the best in the other. Logan and Zoey, despite their moments of friendship, bring out the worst. They're too similar to like each other while Quinn is has the right amount of similarities and differences to make their relationship work and generate an attraction that later turned into love.

Now he's not only too in love with his wife to still harbor a crush on her, he also doesn't seem to like Zoey very much.

TL;DR: kinda but it wasn't that deep, Zoey and him weren't compatible like that.

#ask box #anon #one thing about me is that I will always talk about Quinn #anti zogan #quogan #logan reese #zoey brooks #zoey 102 #zoey 101 #did I accidently proved why dana x logan would still end in quogan endgame?#take it as a bonus lmao

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craetor · 1 month

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Original character doodles!

I've had these ideas for a while but only now started drawing them after brooding the ideas a little more.

This story is called Evergarden (yeah, because Violet Evergarden is the best lesbian main character ever, even better hence all my characters are women/feminine/female, and also because-). It centers around a world that's inside the dream of a Lovecraftian god who has started to refuse to let things die, no matter how mangled or old they are.

Most of the characters I've created are the powerful weirdos who set out to kill this god in her dream to wake her, ready to give up the world they live in (by, yk, making this god stop dreaming) to finally allow the ones who are suffering to die.

Big, mossy goddess over here is Eureka The Bored. Her entourage even has a cute jester made from light and darkness itsef to keep her company as she wallows in her melancholy

Since this is a world where science and magic copulate, they will also through the protagonists. Say cheers to Hermes & Helena

O Negative is one of the three first god slayers who came up (technically four, counting Helena's mentor, but eh). After losing their team (they just split) to a grand but failed attempt at killing the god (the thing they'd been working hard towards for years, now realizing if they can't do it at their strongest, all would be fruitless), they're not seen again until they hear a team of crazy strong new youths have assembled to try again in earnest, resurfacing completely unannounced to lend their strength. They end up indeed offing one of the two guards of the god and drink her blood (it's a power up, obviously.)

It gets them a little high, which is the drawing on the top left.

Their attacks are long range. A vessel must be pierced by the needle attached to their nape. From there on their blood will be under O Negative's control.

Ester is one of three vessels for the universe bending experimental powers of a corporation called Martyr. They're like a sciene mafia who is looking to destroy the god's world from the inside out.

Ester's power is obviously summoning the symbolic representation of stars. Except, when xe does, actual lights from the night sky fall to be used by xir. The stars work kind of like shuriken, except xe can fluctuate their size. Xe uses this power quite recklessly, too, which is not an immediate problem to Martyr, but a phenomenon many around the world continue to observe and find displeasure in, making the organization (amongst other reasons) wildly controversial.

Rica is a capable spy, hired by a mafia to shadow Martyr and its projects. She is however caught and subsequently tortured (yet remains stubborn).

Having caused trouble again, Ester is caught up in not having met xir duties again and volunteers to do some company dirty work to appease the superiors. Of course when xe catches wind of a lady who needs to be tickled for information, it's all Ester's.

Xe're so intrigued by the free, vastly different life that Rica lives, that Ester soon dips the organization to pursue Rica (who is quite annoyed about being objectified for her lifestyle, yet can't deny how nice it is to have people clinging to her. When she finds out Ester is anatomically female during a bath in the river, though, it's all over for her barriers).

Project Inside Out

As mentioned, Martyr's goal is to destroy the world artificially. But this theory has been controversial within their world since nobody knows how the dreams of a god would work and if the world would truly end if the planet was swallowed by a black hole, along with the stars in the sky or the god's dream wasn't her own anymore.

Here's a seperate ref just of Echo just bc I wanted to draw him

They locked him up because of the radiation emanating from his brain coupled with his whimsical nature. The hallucinations they cause are dependent on its mood and vary in intensity. He can also tie a person to his power directly by a consentrated beam or touch, which'll last for an hour with long-term after effects.

Team Schrulle

They've got the vibes of a team of scientists who solely got together for the cause. After failing in the god's lair after half a decade of training they were just like "Oh well, that won't work" and went their separate paths.

Except Yumeko and Rho did go on to have Hermes (the former being a hermaphrodite), but she ended up on the steps of that convent, so yeah. They split.

Needless to say: the OST for this whole thing would be Antasma's battle theme from Mario & Luigi Dream Team Bros

#my art #original characters #digital art #lesbian oc #intersex oc #nonbinary oc #character themed playlist #sapphic art #genderqueer #trippy art #lovecraftian god

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dreamersdivine · 2 years

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c!dream x reader. it’s before all the wars start but reader and dream are together and reader starts to see the person dreams becoming and tries to stop him but dream is dream yk. angst :)

Can do ♡ :>

It's a bit longer than I meant it to be T^T

Part 2.

Everything was perfect. You spent countless afternoons running in the fields with your best friends teasing and joking until the sun came up.

You lived with all of them within what you called the community center. Other friends would come and go; Sam, Alyssa, Callahan, but the three that stayed was what you jokingly called the Dream team. It was compromised of three people; George the British one, Sapnap the hot headed one, and of course Dream your lovely boyfriend.

Dream was the best he treated you with such kindness and compassion. He almost treated you as if you were glass ready to shatter if he looked away from a moment.

He knew everything about you. Your favorite book, flower, food. And you knew everything about him. Or at least you thought you did- Every good thing comes to an end right....

The first time you had seen an emotion that wasn't fueled by joy and kindness was when they arrived. Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit. They seemed fairly okay to you. The two setting off into the forest nearby without so much as a glance at you all as soon as they realized you were "americans"

You brushed it off as Dream just being wary of the new people. To be fair you didn't have any reason to trust them but they hasn't given you any reason to not trust them either.

"I don't want those two anywhere near here," Dream said one night. He, Sapnap, and George were huddled around a table.

"Are you talking about the boy? The blonde one and the fuzzy haired one?" You asked curious.

Dream looked up with such distaste you recoiled. Immediately the look on his face softened. He left the table coming to hold you closer. "I'm just worried about our safety is all. I don't know what they're capable of and I don't want anything to happen to you,"

"Right of course,"

You didn't hear anything about the other people in the valley for weeks. You didn't even know more people had come until there was one on your doorstep.

"Hi? Who are you?" You asked softly looking the blonde up and down.

The pose he had taken radiated laid back but cocky. "Punz," a voice from behind you greeted.

"Dream," he smirked.

"Glad you could make it,"

Punz moved in with you all, he then became something of a bodyguard for you. Punz was by your side 24/7. Dream had asked him to protect you, and not only that but teach you sword skills.

Something had changed. The air had an unfamiliar scent.

Suddenly there was no more late night laughing under the stars. It was late nights gathering materials for weapons and armor. Ways to become stronger. The boys had become a bit colder. Of course they were still especially sweet to you but other than that they seemed serious.

Dream was the worst of all though. Something about these new people asking and now demanding freedom had started to change him. You couldn't even begin to describe it but you were watching him unravel before your very eyes and there was nothing you could do about it.

You tried many times

"Maybe you should just allow their freedom,"

"Most of them are children-"

"We shouldn't have to take and destroy what's theirs,"

Each way it ended the same Dream would wave you off and dismiss what you've said.

"Dream I don't like this...person you're becoming. I wish you could just see from my point of view. You're not the same person anymore. These thoughts they're poisoning you," you pleaded.

"Thoughts about being rid of weaknesses are poison?" He laughed. You had decided to confront him one last time.

"I- I mean it Dream. If you don't stop, I'm leaving. We'll be finished,"

He shook his head slowly giving you no verbal response.

"I'll leave to the badlands, I know Sam would be happy to have me there,"

"Go ahead,"

"What?"

"Go ahead. Go to the badlands. Go complain to Sam. One less weakness I'll have to get rid of,"

Those words drove into your heart like a knife. "Get- get rid of?"

Dream turned to face you. "Get rid of," he repeated.

You were stunned. In your brains confusion to reply you found your body moving before you could stop it.

Stumbling through the house, past George and Sapnap's worried echoes, past that fucking prick Punz and out the backdoor

You slammed the door shut with tears burning in your eyes. You attempted to take a large breath of air before you choke on sobs.

It was then you finally recognized that oh so unfamiliar scent, the air...it smelled like the beginnings of war

#onyx●inbox #onyx●scribbles #dream x reader #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken x reader

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moon-knights-balls · 5 months

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all the questions from the character ask game w/ your top 3 favorites from nuramago :3!! answer the questions for whichever of the characters come to mind and skip any you dont feel like answering you dont have to do the whole thing 3x lol

NO WAY A NURAMAGO FAN!?!? HI HI LETS HANGOUT YOU SEEM COOL...

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Day and Night Rikuo is in my "Top Blorbos from different fandoms" because well.. for day Rikuo he tries his best to be a nice person which is something i respect :] And he's just so. scrunkly. I love it, i also love how polite he is compared to his night form and speaking of Night Rikuo, he's a chill and nonchalant and also sassy, there's just something intriguing about nonchalant, sassy men... (Cough, Kaeya) I also adore his design like?? Peak, IT'S SO AWESOME !! I hate drawing his hair tho

Yura my beloved, her design is simple yet appealing and also, SHE'S BADASS!! I LOVE BADASS WOMEN!! She's also a dumbass at times (Shes just like me fr) I also love her personality and how caring she is, best girl best girl :]] Also her shikigamis are awesome

Tsurara !! Her protectiveness and cuteness is aaa, i love it !! Though, i wish there were more times were she wasn't with Rikuo yk yk, still love her tho <3 Shes precious

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Rikuo gets all flirty when he's drunk

Yura is “Tsun tsun”

Tsurara has her own clan, named the Tsurara clan

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I only have one least favorite thing among these and it's Tsurara's character being centered around Rikuo :(

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Moon Knight or Cookie Run !! Moon Knight because they would just fit the whole supernatural setting and Cookie Run because i want to see them as cookies

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Cult of Dionysus. ITS SO NURA CLAN CODED??

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

For Rikuo, it's his humbleness and the whole “Trying to fit in”thing, oh and there's also the casual attitude and “oi”

For Yura, the black eyes, dumbassery and the rambling about one's interest when she first appeared... for the anime at least teehee

Tsurara? Willing to die for loved ones

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

They make Rikuo gorgeous in fanarts and fanfics

They capture Tsurara's cuteness

...There needs to be more Yura content

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Nothing really, Sanmoto Gorozaemon and Minagoroshi Jizo are rarely seen

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

YEAH !! We can chill and stuff

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Mm... yeah, it would be fun now that i think of it :]

11. Would you date this character?

Nah, i'm not interested

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Little Tsurara used to make snowflakes to make Little Rikuo happy whenever he was crying

Rikuo wears eye contacts in his Night form, since he's nearsighted so when Gyuuki and Tengu trained him after he just woke up, he was having difficulty seeing whats happening in front of him

Yura likes comedy! She also reads manga on her freetime

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

Yura would use >:0 >:( ???

Tsurara would use (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠) (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) <3

Night Rikuo would use 💀😼 Day Rikuo would use ^_^ :)

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

GIVE KIYOTSUGU MORE SCREENTIME !! MAKE HIM AND RIKUO MORE CLOSE !!

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Haven't wrote Tsurara and Yura

Currently writing Rikuo and i love incorporating the differences between his day and night form !! I don't like having to choose fancy words for him to use :|

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

Well, i love seeing them being traumatized and going through the horrors, teehee :3

It kinda feels weird whenever Night and Day Rikuo acts the same like if its an au then yeah, i understand but if its canon then.. eh

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Bonus nurarihyon and rihan

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Rikuo reminds me of Moon Knight, due to the moon theming and plurality and-

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

First impression of Rikuo: Scrunkly, sassy bitch

Now: Scrunkly, sassy bitch(desperate)

First impression of Yura:Hmm, she looks kinda plain

Now:I love her omg

First impression of Tsurara: She's so cute !!

Now: Cute and cool !!

#nuramago #nurarihyon no mago

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rexxdjarin · 2 years

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OKAY I’ve had this idea but idk I don’t know who to request it from 😭 I trust your writing 😭😭 I imagine working out with weights idk and Rex just hanging out with me working on reports or something nonchalantly idk and he starts getting a little distracted 😏😏 the weights aren’t the only thing lifting if yk what I mean

Ooooo workout with Rex has my mind RACING😮‍💨🥵

I actually think this would be cool from Rex’s POV so uhhhh rambling thots below!!:

There’s nothing Rex would rather do less than more reports on his off day. He volunteers enough on his days off that when he actually has plans, having to do actual work has him looking for distractions more often than he’d be willing to admit.

He agreed to meet you at the gym. To spot you, help you with a new set of exercises you wanted to try. He could work through post battle details on his datapad while you worked through your sets, no big deal. At least that’s what he thought.

The second you walked through the door to the usual Republic sanctioned gym, he was absolutely sweating. Tight spandex leggings gripped your every dip and curve, not to mention how your ass swelled underneath the smooth fabric. Little sports bras highlighted how strong your biceps and shoulders were under this new routine. And since Rex knew what those perfect tits looked like underneath there, he could feel every hair on his body stand on end, his mouth dry, palms sweaty. Maker- when did you get so fucking voluptuous? That’s a word, right?

“Rex, can you spot me on these squats?” She asked, her face flushed with exertion and the faintest sheen of sweat pooling up on her forehead and the bridge of her nose. Rex looked up from the numerous spelling errors and nonsense he’d been attempting to write on his datapad and felt all the blood in his body rush to his lap. Oh fuck.

“Of course, mesh’la. One sec.” He found himself struggling to say, setting down his datapad on the bench and rushing to your side. You’d already racked the squat bar with more weight than he’d ever imagined you could handle. All he needed to do was stand behind you as you squatted a few times. That was a more difficult ask than you thought.

He surrounded your body with his, his center mere inches away from your ass as you sat down into the squat, pushing the ass he’d been stealing glances of all day into his growing erection. Each slight brush of your ass against it made his chest heave. The pounding of his heart just sent more and more blood rushing to lift his hard on even more. Yeah those reports are not getting done today.

He ghosted his strong arms around you, but careful not to touch you. Letting you carry your own weight and complete your set. “You’re doing so well, cyar’ika. My strong girl…you look so fucking good.” He whispered in your ear. Stars above he couldn’t help himself. Encouragement is good for personal training. It’s also something you enjoyed during other physical activities.

He watched you set the squat bar back on the rack and you turned to smirk at him. “The weights aren’t the only thing I’m lifting, huh Captain.” Rex’s eyes almost rolled back into his head as you back up into him, seemingly by accident, but definitely on purpose knowing you.

“Let’s get outta here. I’m gonna give you a better workout at home, pretty girl. Make you real sore.”

#captain rex drabble #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #captain rex x fem!reader #writing requests #requests #Rex thots #captain Rex thots

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andivmg · 1 year

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(big paragraph rant ahead thanks to madison beer’s memoir)

okay so i finished reading The Half of It today and i have a lot of thoughts. but i’m gonna post just the pages that spoke to me the most in regard to online stuff and rant

i remember 2021 as being literally one of the worst years of my life this far because of twitter (obviously a bunch of personal stuff too but yk). to this day i’m mildly afraid of the internet which is very silly but very real. because of the part of the internet i was “famous” in i was forced to see every single thing people wrote about me and at first it was super fun super cool but it very quickly shifted into people picking me apart for everything i did or said. then i started associating myself with my ex and his circle of people and it only got worse. their audience was welcoming at first but after a week i would see people call me annoying and a pick me on a daily basis. and this was before i got “called out” for some stuff i don’t wanna get into now because i feel like it has been discussed enough but iykyk. so when that happened people latched onto that and to this day i still get the one off rude message about it. and when people tried to stick up for me i was reduced to sex. which was so demeaning in so many different ways. like the only reason i would ever be worth defending was because of my “pussy”. like that was the only thing about me that mattered. and as a woman on TWITCH of all places i was already hearing that enough. it was even more infuriating knowing that my male counterparts had done so much worse than me and faced maybe half the backlash. and even then had their mistakes and behaviors excused to the point of them not having to own up to them at all. as a woman of color i was held to a much higher standard than a lot of my peers. i was expected to know everything and to never make a mistake. so yeah, i wish i had been kinder to myself at the time. because no matter how mean the internet was to me, i was meaner. at the time it literally felt like my life was over. i would go online and only read bad things about myself. it was such a small group of people though, but i was so chronically online that it felt like the whole world was against me. and it sounds dumb and self centered but it’s how it felt as a teenage girl whose whole life was centered around twitter, tiktok, and twitch. once a big group of us went to universal and i tried to stay out of as many pictures as possible. whenever a fan would approach us as a group i would always offer to take the picture for them because i didn’t want to be in any of them. my friends told me i was being dramatic but i was trying to avoid what ended up happening anyway. people quote tweeting the pictures and making comments about me. i expected every fan that came up to either not know who i was (ideally), or worse, to know and hate me.

madison also talked a lot about being paranoid about her personal life being leaked online and talked about and i felt that deeply as well. once on stream i accidentally showed my lock screen (a picture of me and my ex) for like half a second. then immediately after, i ended stream and deleted the vod along with most of the clips but people had already had seen it and a week later my ex called me up mad as hell because people were posting screenshots of it on twitter and he was not happy about it. people were speculating on our relationship and making fun etc. and i just felt so powerless. like nothing i could do or say would change their mind. now i realize it literally does not matter what people say.

anyway yeah clearly madison’s book brought back a lot of memories for me. it was honestly oddly comforting to read. i know so many people that have gone through similar things and it’s never handled well by anyone involved. i feel a lot more comfortable talking about it now and especially here because i know it won’t become a huge thing since i’m irrelevant now and this is old drama. it’s just nice to write to the void sometimes (you guys aren’t a void i promise but yk what i mean). but yeah i’m over most of the stuff that happened that year. my therapist is amazing and helped me through it all. and now i can talk about it without feeling any type of way. it is something that happened. and i am okay now.

in conclusion, i love madison beer

#rant #the half of it #madison beer

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imhavingdifficulties · 2 years

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thoughts. abt death note and intelligence

d=eathnote doesnt portray intelligence the capitalistic way i initially thought it did.

Light's backstory is that he is the top student in all of Japan/L is the smartest detective in the world. We start off with an impression that inelligence is the most important value to show. (But there's nuance!!)

We have the ranking system at Wammy's, which is used to test genii little kids (I don't have a ton of confidence in this type of thing from my experience with testing and my understanding of bias in IQ Testing) ...we don't know how exactly the test works, but is used to test kids for skill equivalent to L's.

Having a ranking system for kid's intelligence is such an awful idea to begin with. Especially if they are aware of the rank. Its inhumane and leads them to beleive their worth is based on their intelligence output. (NOT UNLIKE THE MFKING AMERRICAN EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM) but anyways...

So already the show is centering reasoning ability/intelligence as a value for these kids. (And I think it's fair to say that as a result, other values are deprioritized, like social/emotional intelligence (for example L talks about being childish and wanting to win))

And we see that intelligence increased a characters audience perceived standing on a surface level basis, since on first look, intelligence is what moves the plot.....!

But! While reasoning ability DOES impact a characters importance/value to the show, social intelligence/ a lack of reasoning ability DOES NOT.

Which is fucking WEIRD, but if we go back to L for a second, he has. no social intelligence. Like. My man doesn't wear shoes. He wiggles his toes around and in general is a weird ass dude. But he's essential to the show, and his lack of social skills/presentation is overlooked by fellow characters and the audience, in favor of his smart lil brain.

There's also Misa, who has high social intelligence but low reasoning skills (i personally think she has average intelligence, im just comparing her relatively, and on their weird-and-makes-no-sense intelligence scale). She is loved as an idol, but treated as a dumbass by the detectives. For her, whatt i have seen is that her high social intelligence is overlooked by her lack of intellectual (?) intelligence... And yet Misa makes huuuuge contributions to the plot, and in general is a very important character.

the only time i felt there was real depth of conversation was towards the end when L was about to die and it was raining, where light and L talk more metaphoircally and abstractly with each other, and we see social intelligence. this was a key moment where we saw characterr to character interaction not based around reasoning, but as a casual setting.

since these ttypes of conceptual, abstract scenes are the minority in this show, its clear that the back and forth of l/lights tthought process is really the central value. idk. i think its kinda stupid and they coul dhave added much more depth to the characters.

I think that the decision to highlight intelligence is definetley what makes it deathnote. so yk. it is what it is. but also, they could have handled the treeatment of "less smart" characters with more care. they could have gone deeper into the emotional effect of these decisions.

not to mention the social interactions between characters... the ahllucinations that L experienced beofre deatth were just. so well done. and because of the staunchness of the est of thte show. those moments were sort of coveted and craved. idk. maybe thats a goood thing? who knows.

im also not going to discount the small funny moments in the show. like where L is beig especially awkward or creepy, i think those scenes give LIFE.

But I wish they had more respect for misa and didnt fuckiung rruin her towards the end.

I don know if this makes any fuckin sense. If anyone has additional thoughts realted to this let me know!!

#really not sure if i wanna tag this but fuck it #death note #light yagami #l death note #l lawlight #misa amane

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