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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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Horror Games

Jaune was a streamer, going by the name: Crescent Knight. And, today he was playing a relaxing game of, ‘Shadows of Doubt.’

Jaune: Okay… Fingerprints collected. Addresses collected. Any, and all information on the victim has been collected, and yet we have no clue who murdered this poor sod.

GoldenDragon: It was the butler!

RedReaper: No, it was the maid!

Jaune: I don’t think there is a maid, or a butler character in the game. You two.

GoldenDragon: I can dream, Harold!

Jaune: Hehe~! That you can. Ahh, my characters hungry. Lets see, what we should have today…?

TeaLotus: Noodles.

ThunderThighs: Pancakes!

Jaune: There are no pancakes, ThunderThighs, sorry.

ThunderThighs: WHAT?!!

ThunderThighs: This game sucks!

Jaune: Hehehe. What is with you, and your weird obsession with pancakes?

Jaune: Let’s see… 147th street…?!

A howling cry soon emanates form his speakers, causing, Jaune to look at the chat feed.

Jaune: Hey, thanks, GoddessofVictory for subscribing for…? (Whistles~!) Whoa… 14 months! Thank you! And, you sent me a message too…Let’s see… “Crescent, have you decided to do anymore collab streams with any other streamers soon?” Collab streams, eh? Well, Emerald Guardian, and I are planning on playing a few games later, but we need a few more people to play before we can do that. So… Maybe, hopefully soon.

ShadowNinja: Oh! Are you two going to be crossing swords soon~?

Jaune: Hilarious, Ninja, absolutely hilarious…

ShadowNinja: Let me enjoy my otp dammit!

AngelofSnow: We know you’re dating, let us enjoy this!

Jaune: Sheesh, can’t you guys get your own love life to be interested in. Not mine you sad, lonely people?

RedReaper: Ouch.

IceCreamShortstack: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

GoldenDragon: That hurts dude.

Jaune: Oh, we…

: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Lamb…?

TeaLotus: Did anyone else hear a scream?

CoffeeAddict: Was that Emerald Guardian?

BunbunBunny: Is she okay?

Jaune: Yeah, that was, Emerald Guardian, chat. She’s playing some sort of horror game.

Jaune: …

Jaune: I don’t think she’s winning…

CoffeeAddict: I don’t think so.

RedReaper: Sounds like she died during a jump scare.

Jaune: Yeah, probably. I don’t understand why she’s playing one of those game. She doesn’t watch horror films, because she can’t handle them, I don’t watch them because I’m bored by them. So, why is she playing those kind of games?!

GoldenDragon: Because it’s fun?

GoddesofVictory: People like to be scared.

Jaune: I know that, but…

(Click)

Jaune: Hmm?

Jaune swiveled in his chair, allow the chat to see the back of his chair as he addressed the new arrival in his room.

Jaune: Jessica? You okay?

ShadowNinja: Oh, are we going to have some juicy Emerald Knight moments!

IceCreamShortstack: 😘😘😘

AngelofSnow: Hell yeah!

Jaune: Do you need…? Hey, what are you… Ooph?!

ThunderThighs: Oohhh~! Sounds like something interesting is happening~!

GoddessofVictory: This should be good!

Jaune: Uhh… You okay?

Jessica: No…

Jaune: Did something scary happen?

Jessica: Yes…

Jaune: Okay… Do you want to stay here for a while then?

Jessica: Please?

Jaune: Stay as long as you want then. Now, lets get back to it.

Jaune swivelled in his chair so he was facing the camera again, and he showed himself sitting in his chair with his girlfriend, Jessica, the Emerald Guardian hugging him tightly, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she sat on him.

GoddessofVictory: OH MY GODS!!!

IceCreamLover: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ShadowNinja: YES! All my fantasies are coming true!!!

BunBunBunny: Oh that is so precious!

CoffeeAddict: That’s so fucking adorable!

KnightBat: Hey, has anyone seem, Emerald Knight?

SuperMan: She left her game after that last jump scare.

GoldenDragon: Look for yourself.

RedReaper: ❤️ This is so cute!!! ❤️

AmazonianQueen: OH MY GODS!!! She hugging him like a koala! That is so precious!

Jaune: Hehe~! Ladies, and gentlemen: The benefits of a small girlfriend.

Jaune smiled for the camera before giving his Smol girlfriend a kiss, causing the chat feed to explode with hearts, and happy comments.

Jaune: Alright then, where were we…? Ahh yes. Murder~!

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theladyheroine · 2 months

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Unexpected OTP Pairings ✨

❥ Okay I know Valentine’s Day was last week! Almost two weeks ago! But recently I’ve been wanting to branch out a bit with my blog writing, & writing prompts are something I love a lot! So, I’m trying something new & came up with a few OTP ideas! I hope you enjoy, thank you & have fun!

❥ F x M writing prompts! I didn't specify who is who though so everyone can read!

Former! Villain x Superhero

Not even a real villain, just some dumb person who steals things but is actually really nice in real life! But when a superhero comes to stop them, they instantly fall in love! Seriously has heart eyes & doesn't pay any attention to the hero’s grand pre-fight speech.

Or doesn’t put up a fight at all, just hands them the stolen goods & escapes. Leaving Hero completely confused as the Villain they were supposed to stop didn’t even bother fighting, which is still good but they’re still confused.

After this, the Villain now decides to become a Superhero!! To not only impress their new crush but also because they've always really wanted to be one anyways! It was just the push they needed.

Cue them now running the streets in a completely different outfit trying their best to stop the bad guys! Usually, it doesn’t end well though: they’ll trip over the air & let them escape, or maybe just show up late to the fight & it’s already over.

It’s even worse when their Hero crush joins the fray, and then they’re really clumsy or just start sputtering like an old car. Their former henchmen, now turned sidekicks, try to console them as they lay on the couch completely embarrassed by their feats.

Oooooor, they are super confident & much better at being a superhero than they ever were being a Villain. Maybe this confidence goes to their head a bit & will literally try flirting with Hero on the battlefield! Hero gets a bit embarrassed sometimes & their other super-friends tease them about it. If this does happen, Hero might end up trying to run away from the former Villain in an effort to focus on their job. But it just ends up being really funny to watch.

Bonus: They have opposite powers or maybe one has no powers at all.

Dashing Thief x Friendly! Detective

I'm sorry this one is a bit short!

A notorious thief with a heart of gold who only ever steals from bad guys & acts more as a Robin Hood character than any. Hardly ever keeps anything for themselves; just struts around after dark on the lookout for anything suspicious. Not one person has been able to catch them & their identity remains a mystery. Would be cool if they were a nobleman/woman or had some kind of big fancy hideout.

The detective is actually their friend/partner (maybe)! The good egg who actually sees the thief’s true intentions instead of just mucking around in a Halloween costume. Although they're pretty ticked at the way Thief does things, they usually keep their coworkers & the boss off Thief's trail. Maybe a newbie or an intern at the detective agency, determined to prove themselves on the field.

Maybe they met as civilians & the thief switched to a disguise to hide from authorities, but bumped into the detective who was out on a coffee break. It was love at first sight for both of them, so cute! 😆 They do a lot of coffee dates now, but sometimes Detective overdoes it.....

One is the brains, and the other is the brawn. Together they can get any job done! The Detective’s coworkers find it strange how the Thief shows up more often when they're specifically on the job. The Boss is suspicious but sometimes finds them cute.

Often swing by each other’s places to not only hangout but help each other with cases or special kinds of info. If the Thief has any sidekicks, no doubt they’ll spill funny stories of missions gone wrong or close calls.

Stealing each other's hats and impersonating the other one for fun, then cue a playful chase scene around the room! So cute!

Dragon x Wizard

I know some people like fantasy stuff!

A dragon is resting in their cave until they hears footsteps at the entrance. But instead of finding a grumpy old knight, they find a wizard! Maybe the Wizard was exploring the caves nearby or on a journey to the next town, but instead of feeling scared or angry, they started fangirling/fanboying over the dragon instead! 😆

Likes to ask them all sorts of questions & sometimes can’t stop talking. Now Wizard can come whenever they like & the two become friends!

The Wizard visits whenever they can, showing off all sorts of new spells or potions they've created. Even though it might not be as impressive as their fire, the Dragon still finds it cool & applauds.

The Dragon will always try to impress their wizard friend with tall tales of each piece of treasure. How they got it, where they found it, if they fought anyone over it, etc. But sometimes those stories are exaggerated…

The Wizard will be in absolute awe at the Dragon’s stories & can’t help but be a complete chatterbox about it. Asking more questions about different things like how their magic works, how they can fly with all that extra weight, or if they can learn a fire-breathing spell from them instead—

If the Wizard lives in a tower then the Dragon will visit just as frequently! Usually it’s in the early morning or during sundown when there are fewer people around. But if the Wizard lives in a town or city, it might take some time for the Dragon to come around. It’s not that they don’t care, but dragons are more solitary creatures. They likely won’t be found anywhere other than their own home or nearby.

Either way, they enjoy each other's company & the dragon likes to ask questions about different thingamabobs on the Wizard's shelves.

They can both be pretty clingy but that’s sometimes a bit tough to handle because the poor wizard has to be extra careful pouring bottles or waving their wand around if a pair of arms are wrapped around them. Doesn’t mind but sometimes will complain if their partner won’t stay still.

Extra Duo!

Since I loved the superhero one a lot I thought of another one: what if a Hero’s Sidekick & a Villain’s Henchman fall in love! They end up sneaking out on rooftops for dates or waving/winking at each other on the battle field. The Henchman does end up giving Sidekick any tips about their next plan.

Cue the Villain throwing a tantrum in their lair wondering why the Hero is always one step ahead of them. 😅

They like to hangout in civilian settings together! Bonus if they found out on accident lol

If their Bosses end up finding out it’s like sneaking back into your house at night, but then the Hero/Villain turns the lights on in their pajamas like “Where were you?? I thought you were asleep!”

Bonus if the Henchman or both villains become heroes at the end!

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karahalloway · 7 months

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(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 15 - Not Without Obligation

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series Summary: The social season may be over, but Harper Gale’s problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.

Masterlist: (Less Than) Noble Intentions

Chapter Summary: Harper gets a surprise visit from Christian... but are his intentions sincere?

Word Count: 2,800 (short for me, I know enjoy it while you can 😆)

Rating/Warnings: M (swearing, angst, possible ulterior motives)

Chapter theme song:

A/N: I know it's been more than a hot minute since I've updated this series! 😅 This is in part because I got sidetracked by Sleepless in New York also on my list to finish, I know, and then I took most of the summer off from writing. But also in part because I kinda got stuck on how to actually continue with this series... but, I now have a plan! *rubs hands together gleefully* and you ain't gonna like it, sorry, not sorry. So, with this long-awaited installment, I hope to be back in my usual groove and will be posting with some semblance of regularity again. Thanks so much for bearing with me!

A/N2: This is also my submission for @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 Day 25 Prompt - Secret, Surprise I’m only 2 days late

Chapter 15 - Not Without Obligation

Making my way back to my room, I try to push down the conflicting emotions that are roiling inside of me.

On one hand, I get where Drake is coming from, and why he shut the door in my face. We are no longer alone in Applewood and even the faintest whiff of impropriety could implode the carefully strategised work that the royal PR team has put in to try and resuscitate my public image.

And me getting caught outside of the room of a guy who not only is not Christian, but who I have no justifiable reason for seeking out at the butt-crack of dawn in the first place, would definitely scupper the assertion that I'm not a two-timing hussy. Especially since I rushed out of my room earlier wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and panties.

Mitigating factors, they are not.

But while the rational part of my brain knows that Drake is only trying to look out for me, I can't help but feel a pang of dejection at the abruptness with which he — very literally — shut me out, even though he promised yesterday that he wouldn't do something like that to me again.

Because God knows that it had been hard enough to get him to open up the first time!

And even though I'm not expecting him to have completely reversed his habitudes overnight, I guess I'd been hoping that our conversation in the barn would've prompted some kind of step in the desired direction.

Because it's clear that the bruises on my neck unnerved him. The turmoil on his face had made that clear. As the marks are not just some haphazard side-effect of our frantic love-making. They are a very real and visible reminder of the tangible strength of his feelings — and the fact that he lost control of them.

And as much as I understand the knee-jerk cause of his reaction, the last thing I want — or need — right now is for Drake to distance himself from me because he's scared of hurting me again.

That, I could not cope with.

"Demoiselle," nods Allard as I arrive back at my room.

I flash him a distracted smile on auto-pilot. He saw and heard what happened. There is no point rehashing anything. Especially since this isn't something he or Schweitzer can help with.

The weight of my Guard's concerned gaze flick over me as I shuffle past, but they both remain silent, no doubt sensing that I'm not in the mood for conversation.

Shutting the door behind me, I close my eyes as I lean back against the solidness of the wood.

Why are things never simple 'round here?

I really wish Drake and I could've taken a moment to talk things through. Because today's Apple Harvest Festival is expected to see hundreds of people descend onto Applewood to not only celebrate this year's bountiful crop of Cordonian Rubies, but to also catch a glimpse of the new King and his future Queen.

And if I thought that cornering Drake at the apple pick had been hard, the chances of being able to do so today are going to be slim to none.

But the rest of the week doesn't offer any better options because tomorrow we're off to Italy, where we'll likely have even less opportunity for privacy given the high-profile and international nature of the coming engagements.

My eyes snap open. I have to talk to him now.

As much as Drake may be concerned about protecting what's left of my image, I'm not going to let him use the inconvenience of our circumstances as an excuse to hide behind his insecurities or erect walls between us. Because the hard truth is that there's never going to be a good time to talk unless we make time.

Which is exactly what I am going to do, possible scandal be damned. I cannot let a tenuous fear borne out of a possible public backlash hold me back. My relationship with Drake is worth infinitely more to me than whatever garbage the paps may decide to print because some aristo decided to tattle on me if I get caught sneaking back into his room.

Because, let's face it. Even if I do end up on the front pages tomorrow (for all the wrong reasons), the fact of the matter is that any photo, any situation — no matter how sordid or innocent — can be spun any which way.

I've learnt that the hard way. So, I may as well use it to my own advantage for once.

Pushing myself away from the door, I march into my walk-in closet with renewed determination. Pulling the t-shirt that I'd slept in over my head, I quickly throw on a bra, some jean shorts and a black tank top.

Slotting my bare feet into my well-worn Sketchers, I make my way over to the French doors that lead out onto balcony so I can try to figure out the best way to scamper over to Drake's room without killing myself, given that I stand a better chance of slipping under the aristo's nosy radar via the balcony than going back through the corridor.

Hopefully, I can—

Tap, tap tap.

I stop mid-stride at the sound of knocking coming from the other side of my door.

Turning around, I contemplate whether I should respond, or pretend that I hadn't heard.

I have precious little time if I want to catch Drake before he disappears on me to do... whatever it is that he does in the mornings before the start of a royal event.

So, if I want to make it to his room, I need to go now before he finishes getting dressed.

But, then again, there is only a very small number of people at court who'd come directly to my room to talk to me. Especially at this time in the morning.

So, it could be important. It could be about Tariq...

...it could be Drake.

The latch clicks open.

I glance anxiously back towards the balcony, trying to decide if I should—

"May I come in?"

I whirl around in surprise at the sound of the unexpected voice. "Christian!"

He pokes his head 'round the door. "I... I didn't catch you in a state of undress, did I?"

"No! No... I was already dressed," I admit, trying to be as casual as possible as I quickly brush my hair over my shoulders in a haphazard attempt to try and cover up the bruises, given that I hadn't thought to slather any cover-up over myself yet.

Christian definitely doesn’t need to be asking questions about those!

"Ah, good!" he responds, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him. "You're an early riser, like myself."

"You can thank the Beaumonts," I mutter under my breath, glancing guiltily back toward the balcony.

So much for stealing a much-needed moment with Drake...

"I apologise for the intrusion," Christian continues, crossing the space between us, "especially at such an early hour. But I was hoping to catch you alone before the start of the Apple Harvest Festival."

One word catches my attention. "A-Alone...?"

He comes to a stop in front of me. "Very much so."

Anxiety flares in the pit of my stomach as Drake's words from yesterday swirl through my mind.

...he's trying to win you back.

And it suddenly hits me that I haven't been alone — truly alone — with Christian since the day of the Jamboree. When he took me into the hedge maze and offered me a duchy.

My mind starts to whirl.

Had that been the start of this... crusade? The fact that I turned him down? Does he still think he can change my mind? Is he simply incapable of accepting 'no' as an answer?

I force my gaze up to meet his.

His emerald green eyes behold me calmly, with maybe a hint of excitement. But I cannot read his intention.

"Wh-why?" I finally blurt out.

A smile spreads across his face. "To bestow upon you your letters patent, of course!"

I gape at him. "My letters of what?"

He chuckles good-naturedly at my evident confusion. "Letters patent. Itis a type of royal decree that formally confers some manner of privilege onto the names designee — an office of state, a coat of arms, a commercial monopoly... or, in this case, your new title as Duchess of Valtoria."

With a flourish, he pulls out a small, leather-bound box that he's been hiding behind his back.

I stare at it mutely.

"It won't bite, I promise," he assures me wryly.

Reaching up with a tepid smile, I accept the box, which is a lot heavier than it looks.

Opening it up, I find a medieval-looking document nestled in the lid, complete with densely-packed Chancery script and and a historiated initial C embossed with the stylised image of the Cordonian royal crest.

Peering at the text — which I can only assume is an archaic form of French — I can just about make out the odd word, like my name, Christian's name, and Valtoria. But the rest remains completely incomprehensible.

Presumably some grand declarations about the bestowal...

In the bottom part of the box rests a cream-coloured envelope also bearing the Cordonian royal crest, along with my name, though this time written in delicate cursive lettering.

"What's this?" I ask Christian, lifting the letter up.

"Your papers of naturalisation," he informs me. "Along with your new passport and ID card."

I glance up at him in surprise. "I am now a Cordonian citizen?"

"It would not have been possible to issue the letters patent otherwise," he says. "Even a king must abide by the diktats of the law."

"I... don't need to sign anything?"

"The US Consulate was very accommodating, given the unique nature of the circumstances."

My stomach twists unexpectedly. "Oh..."

Dual citizenship is a good thing, right?

Returning my attention to the box, I see that the envelope has been concealing a large, intricate-looking seal bearing what appears to be the stylised outline of a rampant phoenix, next to which sits a signet ring with the same image.

"Does it meet expectations?" asks Christian.

"I'm not sure I know what I'd been expecting..." I admit, running a finger over the lines of the mythical bird, marvelling at the level of detail that's been put into creating such a realistic rendering, complete with individual licks of flame spouting from the tail feathers.

"Any egregious spelling errors?"

"Not that I can see," I admit, glancing up at him. "But—"

"Excellent!" he declares, reaching over the lid of the box to deftly pluck the signet ring out from its nest of blue silk.

Before I have a chance to react, he's clasped my hand in his to poise the heavy circlet of gold at the tip of my ring finger.

"Wait!" I gasp in the face of the unexpectedly intimate turn of events. "What are you—?"

"It would be remiss of me if I did not verify the correctness of the sizing," he advises, meeting my panicked gaze calmly.

"You don't need t—"

"It would be my pleasure," he insists, slipping the ring onto the digit before I can protest further.

As he withdraws his hand, my eyes fall onto the spot where the cool metal's unfamiliar weight now encircles the base of my finger.

"Perfect," Christian declares with a satisfied smile, brushing his thumb over the phoenix insignia.

I stare at the band with an uneasily mix of feelings swirling in my chest. "Christian, I—"

"Let's celebrate, shall we?" he announces, pulling back to click his fingers with a decisive snap.

On cue, the door behind Christian swings open to admit a veritable procession of servants bearing ice buckets, champagne, crystal flutes and tiny servings of finger food.

"Wait..." I stammer in the face of organised onslaught. "They were waiting outside this whole time?"

"I may have take a page out of your party planning book," he admits with a grin while the industrious staff set about transforming my bedroom into a first-class tea room. "Seeing the success you had with Drake on his birthday, I thought I would try my hand at surprising you on this important day."

"And that's great, but I never agreed—"

"Didn't you?" Christian asks with a level look as he nabs a miniature scone from the tray of a passing server.

I shake my head. "No, I—"

"Because I specifically recall you giving your unambiguous consent at yesterday's apple pick to proceed with finalising your new status," he states, taking a bite out of the pastry.

I open my mouth, but promptly shut it as the conversation from the orchard floats back into my consciousness.

"...having the paperwork squared away before our departure would grant significant boon for your image."

"Oh. Okay..."

"Oh, fuck..." I mutter as the cold hand of hindsight clamps down on the nape of my neck.

Christian had obviously mischaracterised my somewhat dazed reaction as some kind of explicit affirmation.

And since Drake's appearance yesterday had interrupted the conversation at that key moment, I never had a chance to correct the misunderstanding.

But I need to. Because once again, Christian has taken matters into his own hands and acted without my my prior agreement or approval t. Just like he had done when he decided to send me away during the Coronation Ball, only to then bring me back to court as his mistress, not to mention spring an actual duchy on me without any warning.

And while his heart's probably been in the right place each and every time, I'm not sure that I can cope with any more bolts from the blue.

Especially when they so drastically upend my life.

Heaving a breath, I look back up at the King of Cordonia again. "Look, Christian, I really appreciate all of this, but I think there's been a major—"

The loud bang! of the champagne bottle shooting its cork across the room makes me jump.

Turning around, I can see that the gold-coloured liquid is already in the process of being dispensed into a pair of waiting crystal flutes.

"I hope you like this Moët & Chandon Imperial Vintage 1946 that I had picked out," Christian murmurs, brushing a hand over the small of my back. "It is an exceptional cuvée with notes of citrus, apple and pear — an apt combination, I thought, given the occasion."

"Because of the pear trees in Valtoria..." I surmise heavily, watching a footman bring over a pair of freshly-filled champagne flutes with a foreboding note of finality.

"Exactly," confirms Christian, grabbing a glass from the tray. "A beautifully complimentary pairing. One that hope we can both enjoy for many years to come."

"Yes, but—"

"Let's toast, shall we?" prompts Christian, cutting me off yet again as the footman proffers me the other serving of expensive bubbly.

I stare at it like a poison pill.

This is what Drake had warned me about, isn't it? That Christian would seek to manoeuvre me into a corner like a chess piece... By giving with one hand, only to take with the other when the time came for the chips to fall due. Because what better way to create an unimpeachable sense of obligation than by making me into a duchess? A literal vassal to the Crown? Required to do the King's bidding, no matter the cost?

And if that really is his aim, then he has certainly been succeeding.

But at the same time, I am not sure I can trust my assessment. Christian has given no indication, one way or another, as to where his goals lay. And even if the misunderstanding had been genuine, to turn him down now would not only be inexplicably rude, but maybe also dangerous?

Would I be jeopardising Christian's support in the hunt for Tariq and my quest to set the record straight if I offend him by throwing all his heartfelt effort back in his face? Especially when I don't know for certain what Christian's motives are?

Because what if Drake is wrong? What if there is no hidden agenda and I'm just massively overthinking this entire thing because I've been burned once already and now everyone looks suspect... Even — and especially — when I'm being offered help?

"Harper?" queries Christian. "Everything alright?"

I shake myself out of my stupor and grab the crystal flute. "I'm fine. Just... Trying to come to grips with it all."

"There will be plenty of time for that," he assures me with a grin, raising his glass. "To the new Duchess of Valtoria!"

I clink the delicate crystal in my hand against his with a leaden feeling in my stomach.

There's no going back now...

For better or for worse, I have just become an aristo.

The story continues in Chapter 16 - Snakes in the Garden

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miraculousdeservesbetter2024 · 4 months

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Ships:

Chlonette

Adribrina

Lukalix

Characters:

Miss Bustier

Andre

Rose

Hmmm…🤔

Ships:

Chlonette

👍👍👍

My favorite Chloe OTP! On the surface, Chlonette might just look like your basic cute crackship or possible redemption/reformation story for Chloe, but thanks to this Chlonette server I'm in (with these awesome people I might add), Chlonette is a lot more complex and has more layers than you think. My reasons for shipping it are a possible Chloe redemption/reformation, Chloe can of course treat Marinette better, enemies to lovers (though in my case, it’s enemies, to hesitant friends, to friends and THEN to lovers), they generually look interesting together, and Chloe already has (or did have) a crush on Ladybug, so that's to assume if she had an crush on Ladybug, she might be her type.

Also, before S4-5, I saw Marinette (other than Miss Bustier, Sabrina, and possibly Adrien) being really the only one who truly understands Chloe. I feel that Mari being Ladybug is more prominent when it comes to this. Also, I feel that Marinette and Chloe are a lot alike when you really think about it when you take away their different upbringings. People dislike these two together for obvious and understandable reasons (the way Chloe canonically treats Marinette, Chloe's a bully, Marinette gave up on Chloe etc.), but I personally think it has potential (or at least it did, until canon/Astruc ruined it).

Adribrina

👍

Adribrina isn't a bad ship. Two friends of mine got me invested in this ship (and it also comes from the fact that I also ship Lukabrina). From what I’ve gathered, people ship because it’s “cat and dog” shipping and the lack of interactions these two had in the series. So basically it completely resonates from potential, which is understandable. I also think it would be a bit interesting to see these two interact.

Lukalix

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I prefer this ship as a strong friendship, but I’m perfectly fine with people shipping it. It has some potential and the two are holders of time-related miraculouses 😄

Characters

Miss Bustier

Eh…

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Sorry. I know it’s a copout, but I legitimately feel REAL indifferent on Bustier right now. Her teachings at first came off as wholesome and understandable, but once you really look into it, not only she’s an enabler to Chloe’s bad behavior, but throws her actual good student under the bus and doesn’t even bother to take up for her against Lila (Ladybug episode). Then later ends up throwing Chloe under the bus too once she starts to “finally understand Chloe’s true nature”. Which I GET the intent behind this, but I don’t like it because SHE’S one of the many adults who enabled her in the first place, but now she wants to give up on her!?

“BUT Chloe got her fired even though she’s pregnant!” It doesn’t matter? I’m not trying to sound cruel here (because that really is messed up), but I just think as the grown adult who choose to enable Chloe and gave her the benefit of the doubt (compared to what she did for her other students btw), does she really have the right to bail on her now??? I’m not trying to sound insensitive or unsympathetic of Bustier’s situation, but I just think it’s not all on Chloe. I don’t think Miss Bustier is a bad person, but some of the stuff she does is seriously questionable.

Andre

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I didn’t necessarily “hate” Andre in the past, but now? He’s a corrupt politician and a bad father who gave up on his own daughter AND replaced her with a girl who’s not even 💯 his. I also hate how he’s somehow more sympathetic than the 14 year old girl who he failed to raise property. It’s so dumb that it’s constantly said that Chloe is “evil” because she doesn’t want to lose her privileges, but who GIVES HER those privileges in the first place??? So that automatically falls on her PARENT.

Rose

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I like her! She’s not my favorite character, but she’s a sweet character who represents jubilation well.

#a lot to say on this one I suppose #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous #miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculousbeezcentral #chlonette #lukalix #adribrina #rose lavillant #andre bourgeois #caline bustier #rant #vent #chloe bourgeois

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kylo-wrecked · 11 days

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SHIPPING INFO:// Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog

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*~Fair warning, unreliable munarrator~*

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I don’t have fandom OTPs (though I do have ships I favor over others). As such, I don’t have true rp OTPs. I understand this isn’t the norm… my condolences.

To jump on the… no, PULL, the bandwagon, like a mule, I say… *chin-hands* I cherish all the ships you see here, from the familial to the romantic to the sadistic (currently active or not). Since I enjoy a variety of dynamics, I feel very lucky to have the muns and friends who’ve taken the time to write with me, especially over this last year.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I like to feel things out through the writing and let the ships sail organically and perhaps also majestically along the Aegean... or straight into Charybdis; it depends. When the writing works, I find we’ll inevitably have conversations about where we want to set our sails. When in doubt or with a new mun, I try to follow your lead. Pre-establishing ships are something we have to discuss and plot.

I don’t partake in pregnancy threads, nor do I read them. No exceptions.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Mun can take or leave age gaps. The muse… In default aus, Modern!/Music!Ben’s around 30-34, and as (self conscious) public figures, I’m not sure either would date under 28. But Music!Ben is Music!Ben. Ex-Con!Ben is 34+ and, at any rate, would much rather any romantic interest be at least around his age.

I move all over Dark!Ren’s timeline. Sometimes he’s he’s a 40-something-year-old cyborg who absorbed all his knights and roams wild space for fresh meat. Sometimes, he’s a deranged 25-year-old still-kind-of-a-kid on a leash holding a bunch of other deranged kids on leashes. His primary interest is the Ren. You do the math.

Are you selective when shipping?

Romance/sensual/sexual: Yes and no. No, because I like to ship. Yes, because consent, communication, compatibility, and chemistry are what make a ship fly. (Quadruplex, bitch!) We’re not getting to That Side of Neverland on nothing but pixie dust. 💅

Familial/platonic: Trick question, we still have to have the four Cs.

As a side note on romantic ships, so long as we keep things PG-13/fade to black, we don’t have to talk all the time or often. We can sail side by side in silence while our muses figure things out.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

‘S’all about the motion of the ocean, na mean? If it gets kinky and implicit, we can keep it on the blog. If it gets kinky and explicit, we whisk it off to Discord. This only happens if we have a bond. This has been a PSA…

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

My muse has as many connections as I can write/keep up with. They can be seen right here on kylo-wrecked.tumblr.com for free! Read more—no jk.

There is invariable potential.

@etoilebleu, @itmeanspeace, @ifyoucatchacriminal, @lastxdragon, @silverjetsystm, @valkxrie, @brooklynislandgirl, @nightmarefuele , @mayxthexforce , @chromium-siren , @smokinmirrors are some muns I ship with romantically. Sometimes, the ships are in a questionable state. Sometimes, they're toxic. Sometimes the ships are made out of lies. Sometimes, they're not even ship-shaped; who knows? They all have flags, and the flags flap proudly.

Famships with @desireandduty and @shadowedlights (exploring with @mnolith / @destincd).

Muses my variants are still getting to know (because I am slow, etc.): @bewitchingbaker, @smolcuriouskitten, @corinnebaileyrp, @southern-belle-outcasts (Nilza), @protectmypeople (lol).

Come one, come all.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Gone corporate: let’s have a quick check-in to see whether we’re aligned.

How often do you like to ship?

Gone automation: I’m sorry, I didn’t get that. Please try again later. *dial tone*

Are you multiship?

Yes, and as many muns have said before me, I ship across verses. Picture it: me on a good day, potentially you, shipping across the universe…

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

More-or-less. I’m here for juicy writing of all types.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I’m a near-fandomless sham. Something broke in me, idk. I can think of the most erotic scene I’ve seen in a movie in quite some time, but it’s controversial and doesn’t belong here teehee.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

We write a little. We talk a little. The rest we’ll make up as we go along. I don’t love plotting myself into corners when the sea we write on is fluid. Feels weird, man.

tagged by: my @brooklynislandgirl

tagging: thief it and tag me

#ooc #just another manic munday #about the mun #{when you can't sleep; meme}#{i need to either remember or create an additional tag for posts like these lol}

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verybadatcardgames · 11 months

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Let's go Pegasus and Yuugi-boy for 002!

Yuugi

How I feel about this character: This card game nerd deserves all the good things to happen to him. He needs a break. Seriously.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I ship him with the Dark Magician and I 1000% blame @yearslateforyugiohshippings for this. I also think Yuugi/Jounouchi is cute and I sometimes I read Rivalship fics.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Anzu, to be honest. I personally don’t like the idea of Yuugi being the “fallback” plan for her, and I just see them more as friends as adults rather than romantic partners.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t think I have any unpopular thoughts? Because I don’t think about Yuugi enough to have unpopular thoughts I’m sorry 😔

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish we could have seen more of him in GX. What with him being the canonical King of Games and all, he should have had more involvement in the Dueling Academy. Then again, that could be because he was busy designing games by this point, or Seto was just super salty and never invited him. Probably the latter.

my OTP: Alliumshipping. Again, I blame @kampfkewob.

my cross over ship: He would totally have a crush on Zatanna. You know it’s true

a headcanon fact: He never returned that naughty VHS Jounouchi lent him in high school, and it was lying somewhere on a shelf, forgotten, in a closet, until his mother found it when he was a grown adult with a career abroad. Cue embarrassment when his mother sends him a care package with various belongings, VHS tape included. Yuugi sends the VHS tape back to Jounouchi as a birthday present. Jounouchi opens the birthday present in front of Mai and Shizuka. Mai laughs at the label. Shizuka secretly steals the VHS tape after the party. There is immense disappointment upon realizing everything in the video is censored.

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Pegasus

How I feel about this character: He is a lanky pompous pasty elitist jerkface pretty boy with Peter-Pan syndrome who has never had to do a day’s honest work in his life, and instead of accepting the fact that life can be cruel and unfair, he broke down and retreated into occultism, cartoons, and alcoholism. 10/10 absolute favorite disasterpiece of a man I love him

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Romantically? Cyndia, Isis, and I wager Siegfried has a huge parasocial crush on him

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I do like Toonshipping as a non-romantic ship. I can see Pegasus feeling legitimately bad about everything he’s done to the Kaibas and trying to make up for it over the course of several years in little favors and grandiose gestures. While Seto had his own villain arc and can empathize on some level about motivations, I cannot imagine him ever forgiving Pegasus for what he did or having romantic feelings for him, nor do I think Seto should forgive him at all (because, as much as I do like Pegasus, I don’t think he deserves forgiveness from Seto and he isn’t owed forgiveness just because he expresses remorse). Going to bed out of anger and resentment is totally on the table tho

My unpopular opinion about this character: More headcanon than opinion, but I don't think Pegasus really knew Cyndia that well as a person. I don't doubt he loved her. What I doubt is his own memory in regards to Cyndia's own wants and needs.

He takes the time to write in his journal about his dreams and aspirations, yet despite her being the love of his life, he doesn’t write a single sentence about Cyndia’s? We don’t get anything about her hobbies, her dreams, her aspirations, her life, or even her own dialogue?

The Doylist reasoning can come down to: Takahashi and the series writers didn’t make up a backstory for Cyndia beyond her being a motivation tool for Pegasus. However, I propose the Watsonian reasoning in that Pegasus was self-centered and oblivious to what Cyndia wanted to do because he was more invested in the vision of her being his wife, instead of being invested in listening to her and paying attention to her needs as an individual.

That said, I’m still a Roseshipper and I do love this tragic ship. :’D

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: It did happen in canon, I’m just mad we didn’t get a whole episode dedicated to it: His duel with Doma-era Mai. I would have totally loved to see her talk smack and absolutely rip him a new one during their duel right before she took his soul. Listen, I love Pegasus, but after all the fuckery in Duelist Kingdom, he had it coming.

my OTP: Pegasus/Mister Crocketts.

What? Oh. Oh, I see. Just because Isis is my all time fave and I've written fanfic and drawn fanart and have several WIP folders of headcanons and theories about Sightshipping, y'all think it's my OTP.

But let’s all be real with each other: Mister Crocketts was serving Pegasus tea in bed long before he met Isis in a hotel room in Egypt. I’m just saying

my cross over ship: Not a ship, but a crossover: I feel like Pete White from The Venture Bros is a distant cousin and Pegasus calls him whenever he needs a deejay for a party.

The family resemblance is uncanny

a headcanon fact: His mother is a fiery Cajun woman who is the premiere wedding planner in all of Las Vegas, and he went to Catholic school.

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danddymaro · 2 years

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Aware | Revenant x fem Reader

Imagine A somewhat oblivious reader pinned after more than one Legend.

- stuck between Rev, Bloodhound, and Valk, and yeah, I’m giving her to my boi Rev.

🥒 (dill) with it.

Some Bloodhound x Reader

Some/ light Valk x Reader

I didn’t make BH too sweet, sorry. They’re actually kinda...well possessive here, which isn’t too bad lol. I wouldn’t mind a completely yan Bloodhound, but they’re not the OTP here.

- Truly sorry

Word Count : 3559

YOOO this had been a drabble where Rev was just jelly of Bloodhound. LOL. I actually wanted to add more Valk, but I was like,

-sigh-

Loba.

Aware

The simulacrum's eyes glowed a burning amber, the same color of rueful, charring flames as they narrowed towards the sight of anyone else that had the boldness to try and take claim where he prowled.

Most of the time, the target tended to be the intrusive Hound that always insisted in coming in between, arriving between both he and (f/n) in the most literal term.

Their eyes, while disguised behind thick lenses didn't lose any of their viciousness, and they had no plight in sending messages of definite defiance towards the red-painted creature, words not needing to be exchanged to get the memo across,

'She's mine.

- All mine.'

They had no fear, no willingness to fall back unlike almost anyone else certainly would have, and that was possibly the most infuriating and unnerving part.

vicious threats of promised carnage meant nothing, neither did a burning barrel pressed right between their eyes, nor did A sharp sickle to their jugular.

Metal claws have dug into their flesh, creating deep carves that oozed red until their last breath.

Red ribbons would dance in the air with each slash, with each disembowelment, and yet, it did nothing.

- Bloodhound could not be shaken no matter what was the danger, no matter what fulfilled threat.

Responses came in equal barbarity, their mercy withheld whenever they crossed paths in the games.

Offhandish comments and dismissive statements became sardonic retorts, the underline mockery and venom in them not going unnoticed by everyone else who'd only ever received gratitude and kindness from Bloodhound.

It didn't take long for them to understand why.

And while it wasn't clear why there was such animosity between them from the viewer's perspective, it was for certain that there was bitter blood between them, and the fans ate it up, rejoicing in the bloodshed.

To the mechanical beast, the stalking hunter was their worst enemy.

They were manipulative in the most shrewd manner, their gentle façade being what guaranteed them the young woman's adoration and praise, much to Revenant’s chargin.

Much worse, they were also territorial, sickeningly so, and they took that trust given to them and used it in their favor, to feed their that nature.

" You must choose your companions carefully, Ástvinur..." Bloodhound warned, the attention they cast down to the female disturbingly fierce and passionate, and as they said the address, it was sweet with affection.

Revenant wondered that if the rest of the world could see it...how couldn't she?

They always stood too close and spoke too intimately as though she belonged to them, existing for their molding and authority, having been born for them and much more ridiculously, being ' a gift sent to them.'

If anyone felt as though they had a right to (f/n) it was Bloodhound.

Sometimes Revenant doubted there was anything truly loving about the way they viewed (f/n), and reasoned that with all of the little claims Bloodhound had made, it was morso an obsession.

Because it sure seemed that way.

Revenant was aware he was no better, perhaps it was hypocritical to say otherwise, but at the very least he only watched.

He hardly ever took it upon himself to redirect her.

If she talked to anyone so be it.

If she was happier, then he chose to watch that happiness, entertained with it.

However, the same could not be said for the other legend. Bloodhound was quick to whisk her way while she was in company of anyone else, and made sure to have her alone, by themselves, because the hunter was "more comfortable with sharing," when it was just the two of them alone.

That had been the excuse, the bullshit lie that had been told to get her alone.

That had been how they'd pulled her away from the crowd, from his very side.

They always made sure to guide her with a hand on her lower back,

the satisfied little chuckle they released whenever he knew his rivals had a view of them.

Revenant could see the way (f/n) seemed to take in the words, perhaps understanding what Bloodhound meant, or moreso, who they were referring to because it wasn't like the simulacrum had a good record amongst the crowed.

"I know," she responded back, sounding somewhat blue, perhaps too pensive about the remarks to understand that the way the other legend came closer wasn't just friendly.

The way their gloved fingers lightly brushed over her cheek wasn't friendly, but daring for more and lingering for far too long, long enough for the little brush to turn into a gentle cradling of her cheek.

"Gaze upon me," they said, the tone all too soft, coaxing her more into them, wanting every fiber of her being to have lingers of their taste.

"Heed my warnings little one," they added, and (f/n) nodded, though casting her eyes off to the side in a manner of faint defiance, and Rev couldn't help but feel vain.

As he kept his eyes on them, he felt certain.

There was just one thing his little competition could not accomplish, and it was to turn (f/n) away from him.

Try as they might, it was futile.

"You are very..." Bloodhound trailed off, the long, low sigh they released longing, and somewhat in dissatisfaction as well as they realized how stubborn she was.

"....Cherished," they proceeded after a few seconds, perhaps having debated on what would have been too much to admit, not willing to reveal to her all of the things they had no trouble in reciting to the bot.

It was infuriating how innocent the masked legend seemed, how amicable they behaved towards her while, at the same time the undertone they possessed was anything but.

Words of concern were just possessive claims that at their best were deemed as little chidings.

Every bit of advice was not for her better being, but for their benefit.

How could she not see how manipulative they were, how selfish they truly were?

- How dangerously the devotion they had for her threaded?

Bloodhound had been the one that had, very "gently" warned off Mirage for having put his arm around her, the innocent, little act that had only been a friendly gesture swallowed with offense.

The other legend and (f/n) had, had an unsuccessful duo, but it was something to celebrate when they'd ranked 2nd, the match so close it would have been a victory if they would have had just one more bullet left in the chamber.

Even if it hadn't been a win, it had been quite the exhilarating spectacle, and if anything was just as good as having the top rank, because having high publicity and ratings generated views.

And if Mirage loved anything besides winning, it was attention.

During the exchange between Bloodhound and Mirage, there were hardly any words in between, only a small talk of beasts and prey, blood and mercy as the hunter's blade was promptly sharpened, each slow, long press of the blade against the surface similar to the wicked motion of skinning.

"- Do you understand?" Bloodhound glowered, and the eyes that were beneath the lenses narrowed viciously at the fretting, tanned skin male.

"Y-yeah!" The wavy-haired legend was quick to say, both hands held up in defense as he awkwardly chuckled, trying to play off how damn nervous he was, and how pain strickenly awkward the situation was too.

' - Geez.'

Elliott had been no fool, and he'd made sure to keep his hands to himself when it came to (f/n) because having the enigmatic legend on his tail wasn't something he was really hoping hard for.

Nor was it in him to continue to have the murder bot venomously glare at him as he loomed over (f/n)'s shoulder, standing as a sort of haunting spirit in wait for bloodshed.

Granted he'd never done anything but glare, but still.

He'd already been wary of the simulacrum, and there was no reason to change his caution.

- Even if there were moments where there were moments of doubt.

(f/n) smiled largely, jumping up as she waved at the bar's owner, "Elli!" she greeted while walking through the doorway, seeming awfully chipper for someone whose shadow was a nearly 7-foot mechanical beast of carnage.

the little rag that had been in his hand was wrung and with a hard swallow mirage smiled back, his other hand shakenly risen, " H-hey (f/n)," he said with a lopsided smile as he eyed Revenant instead, sheepishly peering up at him through his dark lashes.

Normally there was a much more animosity coming from him, but during then he seemed rather tame, looking down with indifference towards the bar's owner, not really caring where he was dragged to so long as he spent time with his little skinsuit.

It made Mirage's shoulders sink down softly, a bit of calm coming as he noticed that the bot was subdued.

Rev sat down by (f/n) and drowned the harsh liquor given to him with little hesitance, his expressionless face somehow holding the faintest show of interest with every word that dripped from her lips.

-And talk, she did.

'It's...kind of ...cute?' Mirage tried to reason.

It was sweet in a weird way, kind of like when you find a wild animal and instead of tearing you up, it decides to cuddle with you.

'Yeah...something like that,' Elliott thought with a cold sweat running down his temple.

Revenant, who at his best had always been standoffish and snappy was rather sweet with (f/n), any of the little dark remarks he threw her way being in the form of teasing that got a few giggles back.

For a split second mirage thought of something else, borderline x-rated, and he nearly dropped his glass during then, immediately receiving his two customer's attention.

'That's just weird...' he started, ashamed with himself... but still curious.

Did the simulacrum come with those parts?

'I'm pretty sure he can get them attached...I think...uh...' his eyes then dipped down to the loincloth and he felt his face burn.

'Does it...pop up?' he wondered, questioning whether or not the simulacrum walked around packing.

'I sure hope they use a lot of lube,' he thought with pity. 'I mean....unless it's not metal? I wonder if-'

"- What the hell are you looking at skinsuit?" Revenant said with a narrowed gaze as he realized Mirage kept staring at him, his damn eyes directed down beneath his waist.

It was...unnerving.

Beside him, (f/n) also stood with curiosity, wondering why in the world her friend seemed so...red.

He seemed red as he babbled, his dark eyes shooting everywhere else but the two.

Mirage wouldn't openly admit it, but he was considered dense at times, an idiot too.

Yeah, he paid attention and disagreed, so that was a point for him.

-But (f/n) ?

(f/n) took it to another level, because somehow, she couldn't see how much effect she had around her admirers which didn't just include Bloodhound and Revenant.

Bloodhound was a hassle for Rev, but other times it was the cocky smirked sky bird that dared to stand too close and touched (f/n) far too much, pushing boundaries no one else dared to when it promised a target to their head by two of the most dangerous legends.

She was too friendly and if that weren't bad enough, the way she spoke to her was much less withheld, sometimes borderline crewed.

It was known she was a womanizer, and it was sickening to see (f/n) ease into such a lure, not quite understanding that the flirtatious talk wasn't all for jokes.

The almond-eyed female's smile would always be half lifted, the specific smirk she adorned haughty when she was being spectated by the hunter and bot.

And (f/n), sweet (F/n) stupidly smiled in amusement and enjoyment.

Valkyrie had no fear either, perhaps more of an adrenaline spike when she realized just how much the bot despised the consistent flirting, even if at the end of the day she received nothing but (f/n)'s friendship in return.

"What?" Valk said with a low, an almost harmonious hum ending her words as she narrowed her eyes at Revenant.

"You think I'm afraid of you evil trash can?" she added with a smirk that made his claws want to extend and tear through it, the only thing stopping him from doing so being the (h/c) haired young woman whose smile truly did mean the world to him.

Weakness...

- It was all damnable weakness that he couldn't let anyone else have hold of.

"Think again," she said while standing opposingly, her arms crossed over her chest as she even tilted her head back slightly, her chin upturned.

And even if he towered over her, she still looked down at him with that arrogant smirk, and he was certain that somewhere in her little, worthless skin bag brain she was even more driven by the idea that she could spite him somehow.

He released a low snarl before collecting himself again, hoping to strike low, "What about Loba...?" he asked her, and at the name of the thieving brat, Valkryie's demeanor shifted.

surprised, frustrated...embarrassed.

She clicked her tongue," What about Loba?" she said back, her eyes cast aside.

- She'd rather not talk about that.

It was at that moment that (f/n) arrived, her placid smile warming into a true one as she caught sight for the two.

"Hey guys," she greeted them, " You two seem to be getting along," she observed, seeming rather pleased that two of her good friends were seeing a middle ground.

"Yeah..." the bot murmured, "Getting along," he repeated as he eyed the light-haired female with a glare that demanded her to follow his lead.

"Yeah..." Valk started, "Turns out we have something common," she said back, and throughout the moment they both looked at (f/n).

Revenant released a low, gruff grunt, as Valkyrie merely smiled back, chuckling softly.

He'd never reveal that the highlight of his nights was having (f/n) fall asleep next to him, leaning close and in search of comfort after watching films with bloody chaos and cheesy jumps.

She'd insist on horror movies, and he always agreed because every little shaky hop she performed brought her closer to him, and it was worthwhile.

She'd made him swear to keep it a secret how much she squealed and flinched, and he felt pleased to know that it was a side of her no one else could see.

Bloodhound could try and lead her in their direction.

They could try and coerce her into their mindset.

They could hunt her down and search for her as much as they wanted, but at the end of the day, she searched for him instead.

She searched for Revenant and was comfortable with every side of him he showed her from the initial, callous side that despised having her close, to the tamer, softhearted one that had taken just a little digging to find, and had him following her instead.

Valkyrie could continue to coat her in sugary words, and while she managed to turn (f/n) into a bashful little mess with every other line, the young woman always brought them back to Rev with the hopes of getting a reaction out of him.

She told him of the idiocies and had even had it in her to use the material on him if only to get a little chuckle out of him every now and then.

- So maybe he'd have to give a little thanks to the sky bird for that.

he never quite found her to be competition because it was clear as day that she still pinned over Loba, and she wasn't going to let go of that any time soon, no matter how much she tries and shift that over to (f/n).

Sure her intrusion was annoying, but he kept his eyes on the real threat to which he also felt the slightest thankfulness toward when considered.

He'd also have to appreciate how hard Bloodhound worked to try and come in between because it just made (f/n) even more determined to stay close, the effect being an outcome the hunter could not have foreseen but would certainly detest.

"Hey..." (f/n) softly murmured, her eyelids falling heavily over the glossy (e/c) colored orbs that struggled to lay focus.

The clang of the glass against the surface held more power than her voice, and it meant that it was almost that time to leave.

The sound that came from him was only short of a grunt, perhaps more of a hum as he acknowledged her and her pathetic attempt to get his attention which came in the form of tiny, little murmurs.

"Rev..." she added, her head lazily leaning onto his arm, giving him just the slightest jolt, like a little spark of electricity had tickled him.

"Are you even listening to me?" she asked him just as quietly, a yawn proceeding her words.

Again he made the same sound, and it didn't seem that she liked it too much because she pouted.

"Rev...I... I don't know if what I feel is right..." she started. "Bloodhound is really sweet..." she started, and he felt his body stiffen, his motion stilled as he waited for her to continue.

"But..." she breathed out, sniffling, "But I don't like how they talk about you..." she added.

"I don't like it when anyone talks bad about you..." she continued to babble, "It hurts so much..." she lamented.

And if he had a heart, it would still, as she breathed out the next line,

"You know, I love you...Maybe that's why it hurts," she said while reaching for her half-empty glass.

The attempt was made in a somewhat silly manner as she used her index and middle finger as legs to ‘walk’ the rest of her hand over the surface of the counter until it reached the container.

"I wonder if you feel the same," she added while stopping short of reaching the glass, instead choosing to snuggle close to him for a short minute,

“I hope you feel the same,” she revealed before reaching out again with her other hand.

Before she could touch it, a large, metallic hand took hold of it, his palm laying over the open top as he listened to her lightly slurred words.

"sometimes....no one listens," she said with gloom while latching onto him, immediately feeling at home.

"Well, maybe just you," she admitted." I think you love me too...don't you?" she softly giggled.

Wordlessly, Revenant slid the glass over to Witt who caught it just before it touched the edge.

"- I'm going ahead and close the tab," Elliot said softly while pointing away from them, momentarily leaving them be and only taking a glance back to see the bot gently move her, adjusting her in his arms to carry her.

Meanwhile, Revenant held her with tenderness, and she looked so small in his arms that his need to hold her close felt like a duty.

"Do you love me?" (f/n) asked him again, and he could feel her eyes on him, waiting, expecting, and possibly yearning.

He felt insects crawling over the insides of his artificial organs, giving him a little tickle that made his knees feel awfully weak.

Wasn't it enough that he was carrying her back?

Wasn't it clear when he let her drag him everywhere... when he bothered to come with her because he couldn't trust anyone else to keep an eye on her when she'd clearly gone over what was enough for her?

With her in his arms he then brought his attention to the other person in teh bar,

" - Charge it to mine," he said lowly, speaking to Elliott who, while he'd tried to give space, couldn't help but look at them with a touch of a smile as he listened.

"- And not a word to anyone else," he advised in a snarl, all as (f/n) released a soft, blue sigh, feeling ignored.

“Got it...” Witt said warmly.

“Revv?” (f/n) then breathed, her voice so sweet, the male carrying her registered the taste of sugar.

"If I say yes will you just shut up?" he questioned her as he walked out of the building, his tone awfully soft to match the calm night.

"Only if you mean it...." she responded back, and he scoffed,

"How would you know I mean it, huh?" he questioned her.

- sometimes she made no sense.

“Because I trust you,” she said back, and to him, it felt like another declaration of love.

Her feet which hung over his arm lightly swayed in lazy movement, and the meager rocking distracted him for a moment. It became interesting as he’d felt too reluctant to look down and find her eyes on him.

Her movements slowly lost enthusiasm, and he then released a short grunt of annoyance, and frustration.

He prepared himself with a long, low breath, but stopped short when he finally found it in himself to look down at her to find her sleeping.

His shoulders slacked and his head hung for just a second as his steps took a pause.

“...Yes,” he muttered with hesitance, the doubt within the word stemmed from not uncertainty, but the warm flutter he felt.

- A shame she wasn’t aware.

Iss Okay?

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PB & Jelly Otis 😍😍 From the Otp jealousy prompt list Brian “Otis” Zvonecek x female reader.

- ‘you know they think of you as more than a friend’

In which Otis tries to remember that Clarke is a really good guy...

Molly’s was busy, busier than it usually was for a Friday night but that didn’t stop Otis from noticing you perched on a bar tool right at the very end. Your hand was wrapped your bottle of beer, your eyes dazzling in the glow from the fairy lights that were strung on the ceiling above. He could hear your laugher over the hum of the crowd, a sound he would know anywhere. It plucked a chord deep within him, one that was viciously ripped out his chest when he looked up to see former fighter Jeff Clarke whispering in your ear.

He felt his heart wrench at the sight before he busied himself on the opposite side of the bar. He didn’t want to see the two of you together, he didn’t want to think about Clarke’s hands roving over your body, his mouth on yours.

He knew he was being unfair. Clarke was a good guy, a great guy in fact. He had put the pieces of his life back together after injuring his spine on the job and before that, there had been that whole thing with his ex-wife Lisa. Clarke deserved to be happy, Otis simply wished it was with anyone but you.

He knew the way this was going to go. He had seen it a million times before with women who had crossed his path before they stumbled into the arms of other men. He chanced a glance at you again to see you slapping Clarke’s arm with the back of your hand. By the end of the night something would happen between the two of you, he’d bet his shares of Molly’s on it.

Still, this was the first time in a while that he had seen you laugh like that. It had been a tough year, your brother had died last winter of an O.D, and you’d been forced to organise a funeral that consisted of an audience of three. Otis had attended alongside you and the priest who had been assigned to the cremation. You’d clutched his hand throughout the service. When your voice began to shake during the eulogy he had stepped up and taken the paper from your quivering hands and said the words you hadn’t been able to.

He’d been the one to get you home when you had been so blindingly drunk, you’d barely been able to stand. He’d rebuffed your advances when you’d tried to persuade him to stay the night because he knew what it as like to feel that crippling numbness, to want to seek comfort, to drown it out. You hadn’t talked about that night and neither had he. He doubted you even remembered it.

Seeing you happy again, even if it was with another man…

Clarke was warm, compassionate. The kind of guy that would treat you the way you deserved.

It was when Clarke excused himself to use the restroom that Otis approached setting another beer down in front of you. You placed your chin on your hand and gave him that wonderful, beauteous smile, the one that was currently tearing his heart into tiny pieces.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.” You said to him as he placed his elbows on the bar and leaned over.

“It’s been a busy night.” He shrugged before tipping his head in the direction of the restrooms. “You know he thinks of you as more than a friend, right?”

“Are you talking about Jeff?” you asked him incredulously.

Jeff…

He hated the way the other man’s name rolled off your tongue. To Otis he was simply Clarke but to you he was Jeff.

“Trust me, he’s a great guy.”

“Uh huh.” You said, taking a sip from your beer. “I remember you being a pretty great guy the night of David’s funeral.”

Otis raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Yea. I remember that.” You told him. “And I’m sorry I put you in such an awful position.”

“You were hurting.” he said simply.

“That doesn’t excuse what I did.” You informed him. “You were there for me, and I tried to use you…”

“But you didn’t.” He pointed out.

“Because you stopped me.” You reminded him, thumb peeling away the label on your beer bottle. “And I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for being there for me, even when I did my very best to seduce you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” He told you, picking up Clarke’s empty beer bottle and tossing it into the recycling.

“Maybe I can try again sometime?”

He paused for a second, the words taking a second to register before he turned his attention back to you.

“I thought you and Clarke…”

You shook your head vehemently at his words.

“God no, he used to serve with David before…” You trailed off before picking up the thread of the conversation. “He didn’t make it to the funeral because the snow grounded all the flights from Washington.”

Otis felt like an idiot. You had mentioned that your brother’s friend was stranded, he just hadn’t realised that your Jeff, was his Clarke.

“Oh Brian, were you jealous?” You teased him, your eyes glittering with mirth as you leaned over the bar. “Trust me Jeff is definitely not my type.”

“What is your type?”

Your fingers enclosed on the collar of his shirt, drawing him closer as you whispered against his lips.

“Let me show you.”

#otis #brian otis zvonecek x reader #brian otis zvonecek #otis x reader #otis chicago fire #chicago fire

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floating-in-the-blue · 10 months

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Can I Interest You in Some Stolen Goods and My Heart (Cont.) is a fabulous title and I hope it remains that even when you finish. More deets?

Thank you for the question!! The title definitely stays because I've already begun posting it: Can I Interest You in Some Stolen Goods and My Heart?

The motivation for that disappeared for a while but I think it's coming back.

It's based on that one tumblr post I couldn't find again where some guy is about to get robbed except he doesn't really have anything in his apartment so instead the robber comes back with furniture. And of course I made it gay for my current OTP Alex/Willie from Julie and the Phantoms ;D

Have a bit from the first chapter:

It took two attempts until Alex finally crammed his key into the lock only to discover that the door was already open. He frowned and pushed against the wood, slowly taking a step into his apartment.

“Finally!”

The enthusiastic greeting was uttered by the absolutely gorgeous guy lounging on a chair next to the couch table, a piece of pizza crust in his hand, a can of beer dangling from the other, and a smudge of tomato sauce on his chin.

There were several problems with this vision. For starters, Alex owned neither a couch table nor chairs anymore after having been forced to sell everything once his parents had pulled their support of him because of his ‘lifestyle choices.’

The second problem was that the only time he’d seen the gorgeous guy before was when he and some friends had been in the middle of trying to rob him a few weeks ago and Alex had walked in on them standing around his empty flat looking absolutely baffled. Alex had been so startled that he’d ended up apologising to them for not having anything robbable to offer and the guy had handed him twenty bucks to go buy some groceries before disappearing, leaving a very confused Alex behind. He should probably have changed the locks but he’d doubted they’d be back.

Obviously, he’d been wrong.

Alex stared some more, his backpack slowly sliding out of his grip as he took in his unexpected visitor and the changes to his living room before uttering a very intelligent summation of the situation: “Huh.”

The gorgeous guy/criminal grinned, stuffed the pizza crust into his mouth and swallowed, before jumping up and walking towards Alex, setting his beer can down on the shiny new couch table as he passed it.

“There’s more stuff in the van but I couldn’t bring that up by myself. Where the hell have you been all this time?”

Alex blinked. “Sorry. I was … working?”

“Well, never mind, you’re here now so we can get started. Or …” He broke off and studied Alex’s face with brows drawn together. “You probably want to eat something first, hm? I’ve got more pizza, though it’s a little cold now.”

“There’s tomato sauce on your chin,” Alex pointed out helpfully, his brain still trying to make sense of what was happening.

His guest chuckled and rubbed over his chin. “Thanks, man.” He licked the sauce off the back of his hand and Alex gulped.

“Alex.”

“Huh?”

“Uhm, I’m Alex.”

“Oh right. I’m Willie.” Willie grinned and held his now sauce-less hand out for Alex to shake, which he did mechanically. “So, pizza?”

“Sure …”

Alex trailed after Willie and settled down on another chair that Willie pointed out to him while Willie himself disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before coming back with a pizza box and another beer. He even got napkins.

“It’s gonna be more comfortable once we’ve brought up the couch but this is still better than sitting on the floor, right?”

Willie grinned at him and handed over his pizza and beer offerings, which Alex accepted just as mechanically as the handshake earlier.

“You … brought a couch?” Alex’s voice squeaked a little and he cleared his throat.

“Well, yeah, man. You gotta have a couch, right?”

#okay the bit got a bit long #but there's just something about Willie saying 'you gotta have a couch' that's very dear to my heart #yeo writes

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strawbrygashez · 1 year

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I will be doing this for the pdudes bc no one asked me to 🥲 just I won’t add the pic part bc I don’t feel like looking for pics.

Starting off with p1

- I love that he is what carried the creepy themes into the later games. If they just started off with p2 being their first game I doubt I would play postal bc it would just be stupid memes all the time.

-I really hope he isn’t related to current pdude bc that would be lame.

- Do they have the same lines in p1 and redux?? I’m not doing these questions for redux so I’m just gonna say the “here let me warm you up” is my favorite line.

- Bro OTP: P2/p1

-I have no nOTP for him I don’t think.

- OTP: p1/p4.

- Random hc: He likes ‘childish’ food and will only eat that.

- unpopular opinion: I don’t think he was a edge lord all the time like a lot of ppl think.

- Songs: I associate him with sad and angry songs. Stuff like radiohead and nin fits him a lot imo.

-My favorite pic is him holding the g*n looking scared.

P2-

- He’s so silly. I love his voice, the way he carries himself, and that he is succhh a dog boy (he goes out and does thing for his stupid ex wife in the hopes she will be happy.)

- I don’t like that the mf lets his phone ring for so long in the weekend dlc both times.. I know he hates talking on the phone like the rest of us but COME ON.. u can’t skip the cutscenes 😑

- my favorite line of his is probably one of the ones he says when he throws a weapon and it comes back to him. I forgot which it is but he sounds so impressed. Silly loser 🤭🤭

- Bro otp: p2/p4

- nOTP: him and his ex wife.

-Otp: p2/p3. I guess.

-Random hc: he secretly hates falling asleep alone. Especially bc he has the bed to himself after his ex left.

-My unpopular opinion on him is uhhh.. that he didn’t actually genuinely care for champ this whole time. I do love the idea that champ is his service dog but I feel like ppl glance over the fact that he kicked champ first thing in p2.. so I really feel like he didn’t care for him until later on.

-I associate music similar to the ones I said for p1. Maybe not like really sad songs tho. More like songs that are about kinda hating life I guess lol. The song that is EXACTLY him is ‘sawed off shotgun’ by the glorious sons.

-My favorite pic of him is probably the one that is currently my header where he’s got that SCARY smile and is hurting some guy.

-I love how lame he is. I also love his voice and that he’s a shithead to p2.

- I don’t like (and DO like) that he’s suddenly insecure about himself a little. P2 would not care about looking gay I PROMISE!!

- my favorite line is him talking about his adhd or “you can haz cheeseburger”.

- bro otp: p3/p4

- nOTP: none that I can think of besides his ex wife again.

- OTP: p1/p3 or p2/p3

-random hc: he spends sooo much time on the internet. He’d be a shut in like p1 if it wasn’t for him being a extrovert.

- my unpopular opinion on him is that his game would have been fine if it played better. Honestly I would probably like it more than p4 if it did.

-I would associate him with stupid songs like Sorry for party rocking

- my favorite picture of him is him hugging krotchy and smiling.

- my favorite thing about him is how chill he is and goofy.

-my least favorite thing about him is I think he could be just a tad bit more fun and snarky tho.

- my favorite line is probably one of the ones he says when trying to find a job and going up to random ppl and promising them ‘extra services ;) ’

- bro OTP: p2/p4

-nOTP: him and the mall lady. She’s terrible and I hate her.

- otp: p1/p4

- random hc: he watches cartoons in the morning.

- my unpopular opinion on him is that I miss his edgy outfit. His new one is fine but I dunno. The trench coats are cool but I guess it keeps things interesting I dunno 🤷‍♀️

- I associate pop songs with him I guess. I think He likes to dance in clubs so 🕺

- my favorite picture of him is him next to p1 on that one album cover

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theredcapeofk · 6 months

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20 Questions

Thank you @silv3reyedstranger for tagging me! Sorry for the delay, I needed to finish my Halloween fic first

How many works do you have on AO3?

22 with 4 still ongoing. This also includes 9 artworks (aside from the 6 in my illustrated fic)

2. What’s you total AO3 count?

177,544 words. Wow! I didn’t expect this much. Cool 🙂

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Supercorp

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My Eyes are up Here

Change my Direction

Gifts (My first posted Supergirl fic <3 )

It’s a Super Life

The Five Senses of Affection (I plan to update this one soon ;) )

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. Always. Sometimes it’s hard to not spoil the rest of the fic when I answer questions, but I love it when you guys ask questions. I respond to comments because I like to exchange thoughts with people who comment, or simply thank people who took the time to write something.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

@silv3reyedstranger I don’t like to copy but your answer is exactly what I think, so I’m mostly gonna keep what you said.

I'm really not the biggest fan of angsty endings (because it makes me sad), so I don't write them. I'd much prefer piling on the angst throughout and giving them a happy ending. There's too much sadness and grief in the world already, I feel like everyone should get a happy ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don’t know, they all end well, but since I need to choose one I'd say Don’t Leave Me because of what happens in the fic

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did, on Change my Direction a few chapters ago (which is basically a year and a half ago.). People(who had never commented before on this fic) had a lot to say about how I handled a specific chapter.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes I do (I think most of my stuff is rated E on Ao3 lol). I’d say mostly fluff. And…what would you call Kara and Lena have been longing for each other for years and finally decide to…?

I wrote more kinky stuff I haven’t posted yet. There’s angry sex in a fic I’m working on

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I did. Harry Potter and Charmed, City Hunter and Cat’s eyes (1980s and early 1990s mangas by the same author). I used to draw crossovers a lot which was a lot easier than trying to figure out how some characters could meet. I don’t think any of my written crossovers were too far-fetched, but my art on the other hand…I had the Golden trio from Harry Potter meet Naruto characters, and Outfit exchanges(with Naruto and other mangas) a few times in my art.

“Recently” I had Kate Kane and her step-sister visit Kara and Lena in Suddenly I’m in too deep. And I will write crossovers again with other characters from the Arrowverse

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

No one’s ever asked, so not that I know of. I’ve tried translating my own fics once upon a time, but what a hassle lol. Although that was back when I was writing in French so translating to English was harder (and my English was not what it is today), maybe it would be easier to translate my current fics in French, but I don’t really see the point lol

13. have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes 2 with @lenaralanvers. One is Let’s let go of our Broken Hearts (she did the actual writing but we took decisions together) and the second we haven’t posted yet.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

My OTP? I don’t know. I’ve loved all my ships with passion, still do. I think RonMione, Linzin, Korrasami and of course Supercorp will always hold a very special place in my heart.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I hope I’ll be able to finish all of my Supercorp ones in any shape or form. Sometimes I just write down a short idea and it turns into a multi chapter fic. Or sometimes I write something I think could be huge, but it turns out to be a few paragraphs and it’s just as finished as the fics I post online.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’m not good at knowing what I’m good at lol. I think I’m good with fluff scenes and how people react with their senses (sight, touch etc)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. Which is all the more frustrating because I usually get a very precise picture in my head but I can rarely show it with words.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don’t write entire dialogues in another language, just a few foreign sentences or words here and there. I like to keep it organic for the reader and this method is easier when it comes to including translation

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. I was desperately waiting for Book 5, and after theorizing for a while about serious plot points, one day I sat down to write goofy interviews given by the Golden trio to the Daily Prophet. The funny thing is, fanfiction came naturally to me, and I’m not sure I even knew the name of what I was writing then.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh that’s a tough one, because favorites tend to change. I can list a few that I love in chronological order (each one of these marked a milestone of some kind in my writing journey):

Il était une fois à Shinjuku (the City Hunter and Cat’s eye crossover),

A post Book 1 Korrasami and Borra fic (that I never posted anywhere so I never bothered to properly name it XD),

My eyes are up Here

The Five Senses of Affection

and Don’t Leave me

tagging a couple of people if ya’ll wanna take part! @spaceman-earthgirl @lenaralanvers @chaotic-super @inkedroplets @guessimreallyhere

#20 questions #this was fun #writing

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