#see it's the whole that's so raven effect all over

[lizzieheartsfanclub]

The most effective thing about Ever After High is that every student has their own personal struggle that adds another element to just how life-ruining the destiny system is.

Apple is so terrified of what will happen to her if she doesn’t follow her destiny, that she is willing to compromise everyone else’s happiness to make sure it happens. This disregard for other people is only encouraged by the influential adults in her life.

Ashlynn has to be a servant to an abusive family and live knowing that the ultimate end to her supposedly happy ending is dying to set the stage for her daughters traumatic backstory, starting the whole cycle over again with no chance for any of them to escape.

Blondie feels so pressured to fit in to a deeply classist/monarchist society and ashamed of her parentage that she constantly presents a fake version of herself to everyone she knows, even her best friends.

Briar has to spend her whole life waiting for the moment her destiny comes and she falls asleep for a century. She knows that when she’s woken up, she will be forced to marry a boy dozens of years younger than her who she’s never met and live knowing that everyone she ever loved is dead and gone, the very things that she watched cause her mother’s emotional breakdown.

Cedar’s father was so afraid of watching her repeat his mistakes that he overcorrected, making it impossible for her to ever learn lessons for herself. She is also forced to share incredibly personal details with anyone who asks her questions, and can’t be trusted by her friends with any of their secrets, and it’s all because of her father’s past trauma.

Cerise has to hide who she truly is and never gets to see her family together and happy despite the fact that her parents have potentially the most healthy and mutually beneficial marriage in the whole franchise.

Daring was groomed from birth for a destiny that ends up not actually being his at all, leaving him aimless, feeling as though he has no purpose and has wasted his entire life.

Darling is forbidden by patriarchy and destiny to become a knight, the only thing she really wants, and at which she would be better than both of her brothers. She has to hide who she is and what she loves from everyone she knows

Dexter lived his whole life never knowing what his destiny would be but also knowing that whatever it was he’d have to commit to it forever the moment he discovered it at Legacy Day.

Duchess has spent her whole life knowing that the story she’s commited to living out ends in tragedy for her, and then had to watch the very people she’s been jealous of for years because of their seemingly happy endings give up those endings, while Duchess, loyal and rule following Duchess, is still stuck with her tragedy.

Faybelle tries so hard to commit to what she sees at her destiny that she’s never had a real friend in her life. Even still, no one recognizes her for all that effort and all she’s given up to be a suitable villain. Everyone is more afraid of Raven, who doesn’t even want to be evil.

Hunter has to constantly go against his moral compass to fulfill his destined role as a Huntsman and to try and make his father proud of him.

Kitty has been taught over and over again to value her Mother’s approval over all else, even at the expense of her friends. Her destiny is to create mischief, but how much more mischief can a dissolving world take before it’s too much?

Lizzie finds it almost impossible to express love or care for anyone else due to her mothers excessive conditioning that’s nearly akin to brainwashing. The saddest thing might be that her mother is actually, in her own way, trying her best to prepare Lizzie for a world that will only ever see her one way—as a villain. Now she lives in Ever After, princess to a kingdom that might not even exist for much longer, having given up everything for a destiny that may soon be impossible.

Maddie is a refugee forced from her home into a world she barely understands at a tender age. But she cannot express any angst or negative feelings about this circumstance, because to do so would go against her character. She lives in a world obsessed with destiny and stories while not even knowing if she’ll ever be able to return home and live out her story.

Raven is judged by almost everyone around her for her mothers crimes, many of which were required of her by destiny in the first place. She is nearly forced to commit to becoming a tyrannical megalomaniac (and almost falls into it herself, several times) who would be sentenced to lifelong punishment and torture for committing acts that weren’t even her idea in the first place, and the one punishing her would have been the very girl who begged so often for her to stop being so difficult and just follow her destiny.

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[lucky-slice]

Do you understand how much kevin respects neil? And i don't mean when it comes to exy, like sure there's a whole lot of you're not good enough followed by you will make court bluh bluh bluh, i mean fundamentally as a human.

Kevin and Neil's conversation after the truth of Neil's father is revealed drives me absolutely insane because I think it highlights a lot about how Kevin views Neil.

so indulge me for a bit....

I think a lot of people forget, in light of Andrew choking Kevin for not telling him the truth, that Kevin's initial reaction was to tell Neil to run.

*sorry for the quality - these are all screenshots off my phone

Kevin's instinct is to tell Neil to save himself, despite what that would mean for the team's success and for Kevin himself. This is significant to me for two reasons.

It highlights that Kevin genuinely cares about Neil outside of his exy potential. For most people, this would be a pretty obvious response to finding out your teammate has a guaranteed death sentence if they stick around, so it might not seem all that meaningful, but Kevin was raised in such an environment were you continued to play no matter what - even at the risk of death. Kevin is unflinchingly callous when it comes to exy and his teammates (*see his reaction to Seth's death), but he is frantic in his concern for Neil in contrast to his fairly passive response to basically anyone else's wellbeing outside of exy. Neil's death will have no real impact on Kevin. If Neil dies or goes to the ravens, nothing changes for Kevin. He is not at a greater risk of being hurt by Riko or the Moriyama's nor will his exy career be effected. That's not to say he would tell Neil to stay if he cared about him any less, but there is a desperation that implies a depth beyond just that of a teammate.

The fact that Kevin is frantic and desperate for Neil to leave, gives weight to his decision to keep teaching Neil in the aftermath of the revelation.

Neil doesn't want to run - he wants to be Neil Josten until the end. He gave Kevin his game and now he's asking him to keep it and Kevin obliges.

This is essentially Kevin promising that he will keep Neil's secret. He will allow Neil to wear his mask and continue teaching him despite the fact that Neil is essentially a dead man walking. This, to me, is Kevin ultimately respecting Neil and his choice. At any moment, Kevin has the ability to got to Wymack or Andrew and give Neil the chance at surviving, but that would mean betraying Neil.

Some people (certainly the foxes) would view refusing Neil's request as the proper and morally correct thing to do. But I think Kevin's immediate acceptance of Neil's decision is both immensely meaningful to Neil and also a signifier of a shared understanding between to two.

Imagine how impactful it must be for Neil, who has never had autonomy over his own life and has been marked for death basically since he was born, to be told that not only will his decisions and his autonomy be respected, but there is someone who will stand by his side on the court, knowing the whole truth, until the very end.

Kevin doesn't have much to offer Neil at this point. He can not give him a future - he'll be long dead before he can ever make court, and Kevin is a coward - he is not andrew, he can't stand up against the Moriyama's or Riko or Neil's father. Kevin can not protect Neil in a way that matters. All he can do is promise to keep Neil's secret and offer him a few more months of being Neil Josten.

I'm not including this to disparage Andrew or to suggest that he does not respect Neil, but this highlights that Kevin knows the decision to keep Neil's secret is one only Kevin would make. Andrew without a doubt would immediately try to get Neil to leave or attempt to get him into protection. I'm not passing a judgement of morality on what would've been the right thing to do, but I do think Kevin's reaction is indicative of the fact that Neil and Kevin understand each other in a way that no one else really will.

Neil and Kevin are a parallel's in a number of ways. Kevin lived the life that Neil was supposed to have and they are two parts of one story.

To them exy is not a game, but it's not really about exy either. It's about deciding to stay just to play for a couple more months even though you'll wind up dead because playing means you finally get to live after years of being a ghost. It's about playing to be the best no matter what, even though the consequences are having your hand smashed and the life you know completely demolished. It's about playing even though you're shaking with fear and anxiety because you need proof that your life, whether it be running to survive or living under an abusive hand, was not a waste.

Kevin agrees to keep Neil's secret because if the roles were reversed, Kevin would like to believe that he'd be strong enough to ask Neil for the same thing. This is obviously conjecture and a heavy heavy reading between the lines, but I'd like to think there's some truth there.

Finishing up with this line because it makes me a little emotional.

Kevin starts the conversation by calling Neil "Nathaniel" and ends it by calling him Neil again. Its right there in the text, "it was a promise". Kevin is offering Neil a life that is fully his - not his father's, not Riko's, but Neil's to do with what he would like, even if its only for a couple more months. If that's not respect, than I don't know what is.

#kevin day #neil josten #gnat be quiet #aftg #screaming and smashing bottles and shouting do you get it at the top of my lungs #do you get it? #this is what kevin does #he believes in people until the very end because that's only thing he can offer #I think there's a lot to delve in here about choices and freedom and growing up without either #and about what it means to live for yourself #even when that means dying for yourself too #maybe kevin doesn't know how to be brave but he knows how to give other people the chance to be

[kkami-writes]

waiting for us — chapter thirty seven. laser tag cw. derogatory language/slurs. wc 701 + 4 ss a/n. I do want to be clear that I am part of the lgbt+ community and have been called these things which of course isn't like? an excuse to say that like I can say it? though I think people should be able to reclaim their slurs but. ANYWAY the point is, I have censored it but if it makes people uncomfy, I can fully censor!!

After Felix had stopped pouting he had showered you in compliments, genuinely impressed at how you were able to get the plushy in two tries. He pretends to bow down to you.

“All hail the claw queen!!!!” You snort at his silliness before trying to pull him up, hoping no one was watching the two of you.

“Oh my god, stop it!! Lix!”

“What?? I’m just giving my respects to my new queen,” Your eyes roll playfully, nudging him softly.

“So, what should we name our son?” You question as you point to the duckling plushy he was holding. Honestly? It reminded you of the pretty boy.

Felix on the other hand was absolutely melting on the inside. The fact that you had called the plush “our” son. Why were you so adorable? He could feel himself falling more in love with you, every second he spent with you.

He clears his throat. “What about bbokari?”

“As in…yongbokkie?” A sly grin tugs at your lips.

Felix groans. “Who told you??!”

A giggle falls from your lips. “Minho let it slip,”

“Minho??? I expected Jisung or Hyunjin at least. They have big mouths. In more ways than one” Pink dusts your cheeks as you push the boy who only laughs at your shyness.

“Bbokari is cute though. I love it,” Felix just gives you that breathtaking smile.

“Oh!” Felix exclaims, pointing over towards the back of the arcade. “Look, they have laser tag. You down for a round?”

“It’s been forever since I’ve played. I’m down,” You nod, the two of you starting to make your way over there.

“Shall we make a wager?” You squint at Felix.

“What kind of wager?”

“Loser buys ice cream?”

“Oh you are SO on,”

And that’s how you find yourself in the dark arena, neon lights lining the floor as your only source of light. You were slightly directionally challenged so the maze like turns has made you very lost but you were still on guard, making sure to stay far away from Felix. It was just the two of you, trying to hunt each other down, taking your bet very seriously.

You’re hidden behind a wall, peaking your head out to see if you can catch a glimpse of his now raven hair. When the coast is clear you take a step to move to a new location, but a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you back, pushing you up against the wall. Even though you were only a few inches shorter than the boy, you had felt so small under his gaze. Felilx has his hand slightly above your head, effectively caging you in.

He smirks down at you and you hate how attractive he looks under the neon lights.

“Well, well, well. Seems I’ve caught myself a pretty girl,” He hums, hand coming down to twirl a strand of your hair around his fingers. Felix’s grin becomes more cocky, canines peaking past his lips. “Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you right now,”

“Because I’m cute?”

“Hmm, that is a good answer…but is it good enough?” He pretends to think about it, but you take the chance while he’s momentarily distracted. You lean up to press your lips to his and Felix completely freezes, eyes comically wide. Before he can even consider kissing you back you’re tilting your gun, that’s been in your other hand, up so you can shoot him. His vest vibrates to signal that he’s been hit.

“Bye, bye~” You singsong before ducking under his arm and running away. This finally seems to pull him out of his stupor as he yells out after you.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait!! At least let me kiss you back!” Felix wails, chasing after you.

In the end Felix still wins but refuses to let you pay for ice cream and doesn’t give you a chance to argue.

The poor boy has been pouting the whole time about not being able to kiss you until you had let him actually kiss you. And perhaps that lead to the two of you making out in the backseat of his car.

But, you’d never kiss and tell. (But Felix certainly did).

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[jamespotterismydaddy]

Worship at your Alter

modern!aemond x reader smut

A/N: ok so originally this one shot was going to be based off of a line from this by the lovely @sleyu but it ended up going in a different direction and i've actually ended up pretty happy with it!

word count: 1,302 words

TW: smut, cockwarming, tummy bulge, mayhaps a little biting, the whole thing is body worship ok guys

You watch your boyfriend as he studies, a violet eye fixated on the page in front of him as he reviews the philosophy of Nietzsche. You like watching him, admiring the focused look on his face when he’s entranced by a certain passage.

“If you spent as much time looking at your homework as you do looking at me then perhaps you wouldn’t be failing pre-calc.” He says, not even looking up at you as he speaks.

“I am not failing math!” You protest insistently. His eye becomes trained on you, a look of disbelief falling upon his features. He then goes back to ignoring you and concentrating on his work. You sigh and try to look at your trig equations but they make you frustrated beyond belief, so you go back to gazing at him. Your eyes flit from his lips to his hair. You like it when he ties his hair back so you can see his face, his heavenly face. You don’t think there is a man in the world so handsome. He must’ve been delicately crafted by the gods themselves, insurmountable effort put into creating a man such as himself.

“Aemond…” You whisper softly. Your hand reaches over to touch the cuff of his button up. His gaze shifts to the wall in front of him; it seems like he is having some sort of mental battle and you wish you could know what he is thinking. His eye falls back onto the page in front of him. He ignores how captivated you seem to be by him. “Aem…” You breathe out again in a hushed tone. You lean over to press a delicate kiss to his cheek. You receive no reaction. You kiss his neck gently.

“Stop that.” He says firmly.

“I need you.” You say. You know he won’t look at you because he won’t be able to control himself if he does.

“We have finals to prepare for.” You can tell Aemond’s resolve is beginning to fade by how hard he grips his highlighter.

You grab his hand and take the highlighter from his hold. You kiss his knuckles before guiding him up your skirt. His eye is still desperately fixed on the book but he doesn’t pull away. You lead him to show how wet you are. You can’t help how enthralled you are by him; you can’t help the fact that only looking at him is enough to arouse you. “You didn’t even have to touch me and look at the effect you have had.”

He doesn’t say a word in response and you think that he may pull his hand away. He breathes heavily and it’s dead silent for a moment.

He makes his decision.

He gives you no chance to react, going straight for the neck as he kisses you ravenously.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs into your skin like he’s trying to make the words imprint onto you.

“Aem…” You whimper as you tug at his shirt.

“I know, darling. I know.” He helps you with the buttons as he litters little love marks all over the curve of your neck, decorating you with hints of red.

When you pull his shirt off, your eyes blow out with desire. The sight of his chest is a stronger aphrodisiac than any chemical can induce. You drop to your knees and make quick work of his belt. The look of longing in his eyes is enough to make you dissolve into a creature that is devoted to him and him alone. You are Psyche to his Eros. You would go to the Underworld for him. You would live and die for him.

“My love…” He breathes out as you take him in your mouth. His hand moves to your hair, delicately guiding your movements but never forcing you.

You could listen to the way he moans and whimpers for hours, the sound more mellifluous than any composition by Chopin could ever be. When he spills his nectar down your throat, you drink it eagerly, wanting to please him in every way.

“My perfect girl.” He praises you, wiping the nectar from the corner of your mouth.

When you stand up, he lifts you under your thighs so he can place you gently on the desk. He flips the script when he kneels in front of you. Now you’re the goddess he worships. Aphrodite and Adonis, the only mortal man who could capture her heart so fully. You sate all of his needs. The ambrosia between your thighs is a delicacy fit only for him. You grip his hair, tugging it at the roots.

“Aemond…” You moan his name, repeating it again and again like a mantra as you feel his tongue against you.

“So fucking good.” He murmurs against you, eating you like it’s his last meal.

His tongue against your pearl, against your folds, it was only a matter of time before you reached your peak, waves of pleasure overtaking you. He stands up again and pushes his mouth against yours. You can feel his longing on his lips.

“Couldn’t be patient, could you? My needly little baby.” He teases before pulling your shirt over your head.

“You say that like you wouldn’t be crying if we stopped now.” You tease back and he nips your collarbone gently where he was working on a new mark. “Ah!” You wince even though he didn’t bite hard enough to hurt you.

“Sorry.” He says, not really meaning it as his lips move to soothe the mark. His hands move behind you to swiftly unclip your bra. If you couldn’t tell he was aroused before, then you can definitely tell now by the way his eye darkens at the sight of your bare chest. He focuses there now, giving equal attention to the left and right as he continues to leave his little love marks, groaning as he does.

“I need you now.” You manage to get out. “All of you.”

He nods and gets closer, beginning to tease your pearl with the tip of himself. You open your mouth to speak, perhaps to tell him to hurry up but you don’t need to as he slips himself in. He gives you a few moments to adjust to him, his size being something your body will likely never fully get used to. He then begins to move slowly but he hits so deep inside you that the pace doesn’t matter. His lips meet yours again and then he leaves little fluttering kisses across your face. You giggle at his actions.

“I love you so much.” He says earnestly. “There’s not a girl in the world who compares to you.” Your heart beats faster as you hear the words.

“I love you forever.” You say back to him as he begins rocking in and out of you again. He reaches so deep that you can see a bulge on your tummy when you look down.

“I’m practically a part of you now.” He says with a smirk, proud that his cock can make a physical imprint on you. His hand goes down to push on the bulge as the other plays with your pearl. Both stimulations at once has you gasping for breath.

“I’m close.” You breathe out.

“I know, my love. I am too.” He leaves another kiss on your bitten lips as he continues to thrust in and out. When he knows you’re both ready, he sheathes himself fully inside of you and lets you milk him of everything he has left. He doesn’t part himself from you, not yet. He holds you close, lifting you up so he can take you to his bed to recover. He keeps you pressed tightly against him for the rest of the night, studying long forgotten.

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[harrystylesfan2686]

Cheat

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Everything was going so great until Azriel cheats.

A/N: Heavy Angst. Hope you cry reading this just like I did writing it.😭👍

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Gods you are so drunk.

You raise your glass to take another sip of whatever you were drinking, all you knew is that it had alcohol in it. You had asked the bartender for the strongest drink they had and now you have no idea what time it is or which glass you are on. All you knew was that you couldn't think properly anymore.

Good. You didn't want to.

Because if you did, your thoughts would go back to Azriel again. You would again, think why he did it.

He cheated on you. Traded you with a black haired female who was way more attractive then you were. Raven, her name was. You were friends, or at least you thought you were. You finally thought that you've got yourself a real friend now but turns out all she wanted was your mate.

You honestly don't blame Az. She is so beautiful, with green eyes and legs that went on forever. You both met at a coffee shop when the waiter accidentally exchanged your drinks. Your friendship started right away. You were so excited to finally have a friend of your own that you did see the red flags waving right in front of your face.

Like the first time you introduced her and Azriel to each other, you had sat up a dinner because you wanted your mate and best friend to get along. She spent the whole night talking to Azriel instead of you but you thought that she was excited to meet the famous shadowsinger.

You scoff at your foolishness.

One night. One night was all Raven needed to into Azriels pants. One night when you were gone to a mission Rhys sent you on. Just one night when you weren't with Az, she was.

You were devastated to hear what Az did in your absence. You, so badly, wanted it to be false that you asked Az if he truly consented to it. You thought maybe it wasn't true and az, the spymaster, got somehow molested. But, gods, were you wrong.

You left your house and walked, crying until you there were no tears left to fall. You don't know how you ended up in a bar but that's where you are now, drinking yourself into the hole of betrayal and sadness.

"Gods, darling. I was looking all over for you." You sigh as you feel his body loom over you from behind. His hurtful voice effecting you even after what he did to you. Gods, the comfort he brings you is engraved in your body it seems, doesn't matter what happens, his presence will always be comforting.

"Leave me alone." You can't bring yourself to say his name. You'll cry all over again.

"Darling, let's go back home. I'll leave you alone after I know you're safe." He touches you arm and you feel as though you move through space and time before finally landing in your living room. Deffinately a result of the alcohol running in your system. Your head spins and you stumble, Azriel tries to catch you but you force yourself to stand up straight and push his hands away.

You gasp and glower at him. "Why did you bring me here?!" Anger suddenly filling your body, spilling out of the small part at the back of your head that you shut it in. You dont look around your house, you can't. You've handled enough tonight and if you even spare a glance at the house you both built together, you'll break.

"I want to you to leave me alone for a night. I asked for one night alone Az but you can't even do that?" Your sudden outburst surprises Azriel but before he can explain you speak, "I can protect myself. Ugh. You act as if you care about me, but I know you're just acting." You can't control your words and maybe don't want to. "You wouldn't have cheated on me if you did." You grumble and Azriel has the ability to look hurt.

"What do you think would have happened if I was the one who had cheated?" You glare at him. "You would hate me and have kicked me out of the house. The inner circle would despies me for hurting you and laying with another male. Some of them would literally kill me! Why? Because they love you. Love you in a way that no one loves me." You see red and tears start falling down your face when he opens his mouth, probably to oppose to what you're saying but it's true, you know it is. So you don't give him the chance to speak and continue.

"You have a family to go to when you're hurt or angry but I have no one. You have friends that will stand by you no matter what, I dont. The only one that I thought was, turned out to be a back stabbing bitch. My friends are you friends, My family was yours first. I don't have anyone to call my own! You were my everything, Azriel. Now I don't have anyone."

Your crying so much that its now getting difficult to breath. Your not even sure what you're speaking now but all you know is that your hurting Azriel with every word that leaves your mouth judging by the tears that well in his eyes and slowly fall down his face. His looks down in shame because the severe anguish in your eyes is too much for him to handle.

"I am all alone. I have no where to go, no one to go to. I don't want to face Feyre or Rhys or anyone else because I know that no matter what, they'll always be with you. I don't want to go back home because it's filled with memories of us. All the times you said you loved me, all the times you showed me just how much, all the time you promised me that you will never hurt me and that you will be with me until death parts us. You showed me those wonderful dreams just to crush them because you wanted to get your dick wet! You broke my heart and did the exact thing you swore not to do."

"Why would you do this to us? Why would you do this to me?" Your knees buckle and Azriel steps forward, hugging you to his chest and preventing you to fall. Your words incoherent now.

He sits on his knees with you as you sob into his chest and hold onto him for dear life. You don't have the energy to push him away and his touch feels oh so good, so you just let him hold you, for now.

You both sit in middle of the house you once called home and cry for the relationship that's now beyond broken.

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[ravenssilver]

hello. welcome to raven succumbing to the voices.

aka 1.2k words of mountain realizing he’s emotionally neglected a lot of the time.

cw: dew gets emotionally spoiled, mountain has lots of trouble with his feelings, mountain lore👹

under the cut, if you please<3

Aether was gone.

Everyone was tentative around the subject, not wanting to trigger Dew into another fit of anger. Nobody really knew what Dew was mad at. It could’ve been Aether, the Ministry, himself—but nobody could say for sure due to how closed off Dew had been.

Swiss was always making jokes with Dew, wanting to distract him from the pain of not having one of his mates with them. Cumulus always got a fresh loaf of Dew’s favorite bread whenever they had a rest day, and everyone knew she’s rather be baking the loaf rather than buying it.

Cirrus was a silent comfort, in the shadows where Dew would hide, always willing to wrap her arms around him and whisper sweet nothings to the fire ghoul.

Rain, and by extension Aeon, were always there for Dew to rant to. And Aurora was more than happy to braid Dew’s hair whenever Rain initiated a mini spa night in whatever hotel the ghouls and their Papa were staying in that night.

And Mountain was tired of it.

He was tired of being the backbone, the one who constantly lifted everyone up when he was on the verge of crumbling himself. He was tired of watching everyone coddle Dew, and whisper with each other when the fire ghoul was asleep about oh, poor Dew—or—he’s been feeling better! Maybe he’s getting used to not having Aether around?

Mountain huffed behind his book, glaring over the tops of the pages at the fire ghoul sleeping on the tour bus couch.

He was tired of Dew being helped while he was tossed aside.

But he also felt like shit. He was feeling the same pain as Dew, yet here Mountain was acting childish, jealous over his mate who was getting the help that he needed.

But was it really being childish? Or was it realizing the mistakes of the pack, and how he felt being left in the dust when he needed support as well?

Mountain’s glare softened as he felt thorns growing from around his antlers. He slouched down a bit in the table booth, hiding his face behind his book until he could control the tears welling in his eyes.

He just wanted Aether back.

It wasn’t often Mountain was late to pre-show roll call. But tonight?

He was just so tired.

Mountain’s body was now facing the effects of being stressed out and emotionally worn. His stomach was constantly churning, he had an ever present ache right behind his eyes that never seemed to go away, his back was rigid and it hurt to move.

He was sore, and he knew he life was about to get a whole lot more exhausting after tonight’s ritual.

“Mountain?”

The earth giant blinked behind his goggles and looked down, seeing Aurora. Her much smaller hand was picking his up, a frown on her face as she felt how heavy his arm was, his exhaustion clearly echoed in the way he was holding himself.

“Hi.”

“Are you okay? You seem tired. Your ritual jitters aren’t as noticeable as usual,” Aurora spoke softly, reading the shaking of his hand as just simple jitters.

If only.

“I’m fine. Ready for the rest day we have tomorrow.” Mountain said simply, his face emotionless as he looked down at Aurora. His neck screamed at him as he looked down at her, the amount he had to strain his muscles almost laughable due to Aurora’s size compared to his.

Aurora nodded, a smile on her face.

“Me too.” She chuckled. She went to say more, but Papa cut her off, reeling in all the ghouls for the pre-show huddle.

Mountain sighed and stiffly walked over, taking note of how Rain, Swiss, and Aeon all walked over with Dew huddled between them.

His eyes narrowed as he watched how Aeon gave Dew a small buzz of quintessence to give him an energy boost. Mountain grumbled silently, knowing he could’ve used that small amount of energy much more than Dew.

But who was he to demand Dew stops getting the attention and support that he had been drowned in the for the whole tour?

A soft sigh left Mountain as he joined the huddle, tuning out Copia’s words.

Tomorrow.

Resting tomorrow will help.

He hated his sleep schedule.

Mountain was up with the sun the next day, and no amount of keeping his eyes closed lulled him back to sleep.

Mountain huffed and rolled onto his side, opening his eyes and discovering he hated something a lot more than his God forsaken sleep schedule.

Swiss was in the bed two feet away from him.

As well as Dew, Rain, and Aeon.

A low, earth rumbling growl left Mountain and he was immediately standing up, roughly unzipping his travel bag and pulling out some regular street clothes, his toothpaste and toothbrush, and his hairbrush. He grumbled as he walked to the bathroom, quickly getting ready for the day before he tossed his pajamas and hygienics onto the bed.

Mountain grabbed his phone and a room key before storming out of the room, ignoring how his now glamoured body complained with each step he took.

He didn’t know where he was going. He wasn’t even sure which city he was in.

He just needed to leave.

He turned his phone off after a while. The constant buzzing was getting on his nerves, and he had gotten close to tossing his phone on the sidewalk and letting it get trampled by the crowd.

He was so mad. The anger was only growing as Mountain realized how childish he was being.

He decided he needed to punch something. Hard enough to break whatever faced his wrath.

He wanted to indulge. He wanted to allow himself the brief respite that would be bruising his knuckles as his fists slammed down over, and over, and over, and over again.

Damned Beelzebub..

Mountain huffed and turned on his heel, walking back to the hotel and praying to his Lord below that he would be calm by the time he finished the fourteen block walk.

He just wanted to feel normal again.

Maybe he just wanted to be noticed.

Mountain listened to the quiet snores of Swiss and Rain, ignoring the growling voice in the back of his mind that was reminding him Dew had a key to the hotel room.

He didn’t want to be mad at Dew, and after lots of thinking, he realized he wasn’t. Envious, for sure, but he didn’t blame Dew, despite how much he wanted Dew to feel the hurt that he had been feeling. He wasn’t jealous anymore.

Mountain sighed as he looked over at Swiss and Rain.

He knew he could join them. He could start an unofficial and unannounced ghoul pile, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to see any more of the pack until he had to.

He was mad at them for forgetting him. He was mad at them for leaving him in the shadows and putting Dew in the limelight of their care and attention.

Tears welled in Mountain’s eyes as he realized what he was actually upset about.

He rolled onto his side, facing the wall so he could have some resemblance of dignity as he begrudgingly let tears fall.

He was an afterthought.

And he had reached his limit.

Mountain curled into himself and buried his nose into his knees, whining quietly as his back screamed in pain yet again.

This rest day wasn’t very restful.

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost the band #ravenssilver writes #nameless ghouls #dew ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #my lovely mountain #I show my love through tormenting my favs #oh also #mountain’s a sin of gluttony #only if you squint

[13as07]

Motherhood

(Kakashi Hatake)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Garajiru]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

[Idea inspired by Criminal Minds - Garcia and Derek; Season 8, Episode 11]

Word Count: 3,979

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

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My whole body aches as I walk across the grassy field of the Third Training Ground. I'll never understand why Kakashi insists on training so far away from the main parts of the village. Well... I do understand. Despite how he comes off, he is a very sentimental person.

Pain sizzles across my rib cages, a side effect from littered stitches across my skin. I'm never going to hear the end of it when Kakashi finds out.

I should wait until he's done training with his students. I know he's a personal guy and I get it, especially with our line of work, but I want to see him. The burning need for him has been clawing at my heart for the past week. That burning only grew once the stab wounds registered in my head, and somehow became even heavier as needles were being threaded through me to close my wounds. He's going to be pissy or at least off his game when I find him, but that's okay. I know he'll smooth himself out.

As if the universe wants to apologize, a mix of 'why's', groans, and 'Sensei!'s fill the meadow. I can feel a smile perk up at the sounds.

I've heard a lot about my husband's little genins; Sasuke the Uchiha boy who shows great potential if he could get over his attitude, Naruto the chakra-packed spaz-ball who dreams of being Hokage, and Sakara the kunoichi with impressive chakra control who's just a little too distracted by Sasuke.

My smile only grows as the big blob of my husband and his three little blobs fall into my sight. The yellow and orange blob - I think that one is Naruto - is bobbing up and down. What a cute little jumping bean; well jumping blob.

Despite the burning across my sides, I hurry up my pace to get to Kakashi faster.

Once I can make out the details of my dotting husband, the burning in my heart starts cooling off. God, I miss him so much when we're apart. The seemingly unreachable retirement in our future sounds so good right now.

"Calm down, guys. It's just a progress exercise," Kashi's voice rings out, paired with the soft clinking of the bells wrapped around his belt loop. Before I left he mentioned redoing the bell test with his genins to check how they've improved. I guess today is the day.

"Oh, come on Kakashi-Sensei! Do you have to? We all know I'm already the best, do you really have to double-check it?" Blondie whines as he messes with his headband. That is definitely the spaz-ball.

"Being less sucky than Sakura doesn't make you the best," the raven-haired boy mumbles, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Naruto.

Sasuke's eyes catch me for a second before he glances at his Sensei for guidance. Said Sensei hasn't caught wind of me yet, curtsy of his back being turned towards me with his students facing the both of us.

Sakura's face sinks at her crush's words before a closed-eyes smile crosses her face. "I think it'll be fun to do the bell exercise again, Sensei!" When her eyes snap open, they catch on me too, just like the Uchiha did a second ago. Unlike the boy though, her face scrunches up as she stays focused on me. "Sensei-"

I jump forward, arms wrapping around my husband. I immediately regret it when my stitches come into rough contact with Kakashi's vest. A pain-filled whine slips out as I bury my head between his shoulder blades. "That hurt," I whine again, softly digging my fingertips into his stomach.

"Then maybe don't do that," Kash teases, his smile slipping through his words.

My head lifts before falling back down, softly headbutting his back. "Don't be mean."

A soft chuckle fills the air, spilling out from my husband. The sound fills me with warm, the good love-filled kind instead of the longing kind of heat. "My little crybaby," he mumbles, shifting in my hold so my head is against his chest instead of his back. "Why are you being such a crybaby?"

"I'm not being a crybaby," I bite back but it comes out as a pout instead of the strong 'don't fuck with me' attitude I was trying to have.

"Aww, now you're being pouty," he continues to tease as his hands slide under my shirt.

Despite his teasing tone, everything else about Kakashi is serious. His hands are soft and nimble as he rubs them over my skin, checking for new wounds from my mission. His eye repeatedly scanning me, looking for obvious wounds and any sign of real distress.

"I might have had a not-so-perfect mission," I mumble, glancing behind him at his students. They're all looking at each other in confusion, hushed whispers - and Naruto's failing attempt at being quiet - being passed between them.

     "What does that mean?" Kashi asks, his fingers light as he comes into contact with my wrappings.

     It's taken some practice, but I can see the small cracks in his calm composure. His eyebrows are ever so slightly pushed forward, jaw locked almost unnoticeably under his mask, eye slightly wider than normal, and a drop of worry hidden in his words. From an outsider, he'd look as calm as ever, but not to me. I can see the storm brewing under it.

     "I was stabbed a couple of times but it's not that big of the deal. No casualties and my squad came out less harmed than me, so over all a good mission."

     Another slip of composer; his fingers stiffing a bit as he dips them under the bandages. "I can't believe you were stabbed," he whispers, face inching closer to me so I can pick up on the soft volume.

     I feel bad about not being able to wait to see him. I know it's difficult for him to keep his composure when I'm hurt, and even more difficult when we're around people because he's worried his composure will slip.

     "I got stabbed in my vest," I mumble back, wrapping my hands slightly around his arms before I stand up a bit straighter. I use the extra height to nuzzle myself against his cheek. "It's just a couple of stitches, I'm okay."

     "Why don't they make better vests?" Kash mumbles to himself more than me, his focus on his hands as if he could see them through my shirt.

     His breath has picked up too, fingers not so light as they cling to my wrappings. My poor anxiety-filled husband is getting into his head way too much. "They're not stabproof. It's like when your watch gets wet and stops working. That's water resistant not waterproof. They need to make our vests knife-proof. They should-"

     "I... am... fine..." I breathe out, following each word with a kiss. First to his reviled eye, then to his cheek at the edge of his mask, and lastly, a light one against his masked lips.

     "I know but-"

     My hands dip further down his arms, tugging my shirt up gently so the edge of my bandages is exposed. "See? I'm fine?" I tease a bit, dipping my head behind his ear before pressing another soft kiss into him.

     When I fall back into place, Kakashi's eye is dancing over the edge of my wrap, fingers lightly dancing over my skin again. A barely visible pink pokes out from his mask. My partner might be a very composed man, but he's still a man. One that falls victim to the shaping of my waist, especially when it's empathized by a skirt or crop top; or bandages in this case.

     "It's just a couple of stitches," I repeat before dropping my hands back to my sides, my shirt following pursuit.

     "How... how, um..." Kakashi's flustered state is adorable, the pink getting deeper and his eye still locked in please even though his favorite sight is gone. "How long do you need to be taped up like this?"

     "I don't know. A couple of days maybe," I answer, letting my own eyes wander over him. I'm as pleased to look over Kashi's body as he is to look over mine; though his v-line is my favorite part.  A soft hum comes from him, his body going back to his actual calmness instead of his fake composure. "You relaxed now?" I tease, pulling away from his touch.

     "Ya, I'm relaxed now," he husks out, stepping forward in a slow attempt to chase me.

     "Sensei!" All three of his students call, pulling my husband back down to Earth.

     I think he missed me as much as I missed him. The thought makes me happy, tugging another small smirk to my face.

     "Students!" He calls, eye going wide as he looks at me. Perhaps Kakashi doesn't want me around his students because I'm too much of a distraction. Oh well, one day of distraction won't hurt. "Students," he repeats, turning away from me to face the children he's responsible for.

     "Sensei, who's the cute lady?" Naruto asks, his eyes wide as well as he looks over me.

     "Um..."

     "You can call me Mrs. Hatake!" I chirp out, sidestepping Kashi so his students can see me better.

     "She's not even that good-looking," the little emo boy says, rolling his eyes at Naruto's compliment.

     "And you're not as badass as you think you are," I respond, tone still chirpy as I smile at the Uchiha.

     "Maybe let's not insult Sensei's girlfriend," Sakura pipes in, sending a glare at her heartthrob.

     "Wife," Kakashi corrects, a small smile on his face. My heart jumps a bit at the word. I don't think I'll ever get used to him calling me his wife.

     "Wife?!" They all call out, surprise on their face as they look at me.

     "Wife," Kashi repeats, tugging his glove off his left hand before grabbing at mine. He holds up our hands, showing off our matching wedding bands to his students.

     The bands are basic but cute; black with blue lightening strips through them. Gai teases that Kakashi had them made this way to mimic his Chidori as a fail-proof claim to me. I don't mind the teasing, I find it adorable that Kashi wants people to know for certain that he's my husband. What better way to do that than marking me with his personal ninjutsu?

     "You... are married to someone like that?" His kunoichi asks, face scrunched up in disbelief.

     "Is that supposed to be an insult, Sakura?" Kash asks, his face still covered in a smile as he wiggles his glove back on.

     "No, you're just so..." she makes another face, causing a laugh to brew in my chest. "And she's so pretty."

     "You're pretty too, Sakura. I like the color of your hair," I answer, sending the kid a compliment back. Her face shifts to a smile instead of the previous face of disbelief. Good, I'm making a good impression on my husband's students.

     "You know Sakura's name?!" Naruto asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

     I hum a yes, turning my attention to him. "I know your name too, Naruto, and I know Mr Moody over there is Sasuke."

     Naruto - somehow - beams even more with happiness, and Sasuke's face scrunches in disapproval. "How do you know our names?" The ball of chakra asks, his in-place bouncing shifting to actual bouncing.

     "Because she's a jounin, duh. Do you ever use your head Naruto?" Mr Moody asks, paired with another eye roll.

     "Actually, I'm just a chunin. I'm not as skilled as your Sensei," I correct, sending Naruto a soft smile of reassurance.

     "Like a C-level chunin or a B-level chunin?" Sasuke asks, his attention finally caught.

     "Usually B-leveled but I do take C-level missions on occasion."

     "You just got back from a mission, ya?" He asks, body language opening up some. I'm three for three in the student department. That is a solid win.

     "Yes, I did. Maybe we can talk about it over some food, hm?" I gently push, sending Kakashi a sheepish smile. I know he's going to give me what I want; he always does, but I should have asked him privately before bringing it up to his students.

     On the other hand, Kakashi is out of his groove so I'm sure his students are out of a training mindset as well. Some food would help set them back on track, maybe. Probably not, but I want to get to know his students a little more. After all, they're a big part of his life, which makes them a big part of my life.

"Really?! Can we, Sensei? Can we? Can we? Can we?" Naruto cheers, running circles around Kash as he pleads.

"Alright, alright!" He calls, stopping Naruto in his tracks. "We can take a small break and go eat at Ramen Ichiraku, but as soon as we're done eating we are doing the bell test. Y/N can't wiggle you guys out of that," Kashi answers, sending me a warning look, telling me to not even try to stop their testing again after we eat.

"Yes!" Naruto cheers, darting in the direction of the village's main road.

Sasuke rolls his eyes again but follows after his squad mate, his pace notably slower than Naruto's. Sakura follows suit, trying her best to get Sasuke to promise to sit next to her. He is having none of it though, at least not until Naruto offers to sit next to her. Then he seems a little more interested in the offer. The little Uchiha boy takes after his Sensei more than he knows.

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"That sounds so cool," Naruto yells around a mouth full of noodles. I'll have to send Iruka a passing comment about his kid's lack of table manners. Despite that, Naruto is still adorable and the cutest little fuzz-ball I've ever met.

"Didn't feel cool when I was getting stitched up," I reply a small chuckle following my words.

"If you can take the cut, you can take the stitch," Kakashi teases despite the tighter grip he has on my hand under the table. Mr. Play-It-Cool isn't as laid back as he's pretending.

     "What about you guys? You just got back from the Village hidden in the Mist, ya?" I push gently, trying to change the subject. I can almost hear the 'thank you' brewing in my husband's throat, even if he'd never voice it. The relaxed fingers tangled in mine are enough of an approval. "That must have been fun."

     "It was alright," Sasuke mumbles, chopsticks messing with his noodles. Little Moody isn't as good at playing off his emotions as his Sensei.

     "You got your second tomoe, right?" I try again, turning my focus to Sasuke. He's a closed-off one, just like Kakashi... and his brother.

     The Uchahi's eyes go a bit wide before his full attention is on me. "Um... ya, I guess."

     "You guess? I feel like that's something you would know."

     "I did, ya," he mumbles before turning his attention back to his bowl.

     "Well, that's quite the accomplishment. Your father would be proud."

     I should not have said that. Sasuke's grip on his chopsticks tightens, head snaps back up, glare directed at me, as he pushes himself to his feet. The stool he was standing on clinks to the ground, making Sakura jump. It would be a cute scene if the Uchahi didn't have murder in his eyes.

"And what do you know about my father? Nothing. Just like you know nothing about me, so stop trying to be a mother hen. I don't need you to be one, neither does Naruto or Sakura, so knock it off. And while you're at it stop pretending you know anything about the sharingan too, cause you don't."

     A soft smile sits on my face as I look over Sasuke. He reminds me so much of Kakashi, right down to the similar anger they have. The only difference is I managed to get Kashi to process his anger for the death of his loved ones.

     "Are you done?" I ask gently, ignoring the feeling of Kakashi repeatedly squeezing my hand under the table. That, and the stare he's burning into me.

     "Yes," the Uchiha hisses out, eyes squinting in anger.

     "Well, first, information on anything - sharingan included - is available at the library. Second, your Sensei has a sharingan so I know a good deal about it. Third, there's a difference between me wanting to get to know you and me wanting to mother you. Fourth, I did meet your father quite a few times before his death so I can say for certain that you were one of his pride and joys."

     "Oh," is the only answer I get back, but I don't mind since it seems my speech worked. Sasuke is still a bit on edge but his body language relaxes a bit before he picks his stool back up. I'll count that as a win. What a little spitfire.

The feeling of Kakashi's hold on my hand tightens again, pulling me out of the situation. I turn my attention to him, being met with a soft masked smile. Flowers of love blossom in my chest at the sight. God I love this man, and our little make-shift family. Maybe Sasuke is right, maybe I am accidentally trying to mother my husband's students.

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"Hatake!" A voice rings out, pulling my attention away from Gai. I've spent the day helping him train his students, aka being an example dummy for new taijutsus he wants to show his genins. It's not all bad, he promised me dinner to "ease my bruises".

"Yes?" I call back, glancing at Gai and his students before turning towards the noise.

Gai's mini-me - Lee - is beaming with joy as he races past me. "If it isn't my greatest competitor for Sakura's heart!" He yells, falling back into his defensive pose. I swear this new generation of Shinobis is just packed full of energy.

     Sasuke makes a face at Lee before turning his attention to me. "Sensei wants you," he murmurs before turning in his heels.

I shoot Gai an apologetic smile before heading off after the Uchahi. It's funny watching him trying to stay a step or two ahead of me. Given, that it doesn't last long, him falling back to a normal pace.

Most of the walk is uneventful, nothing more than silence and eye daggers being thrown at me. "I don't like you," Sasuke finally says once we get to the outer fields of the village.

"Well, I don't like you either," I shoot back, trying to keep the smile off my mouth.

Once again Sasuke makes a face, this time in surprise instead of disgust like earlier. "You can't say that to me."

"And yet, I did," I answer, letting the smirk settle on my face.

"You have an attitude problem."

"I'm copying you, so maybe you have an attitude problem."

Another face, this time leaving him as the spitting image of his mother. It's always surprised me how much Sasuke looks like his mom. Will Kashi and my child look that much like me? Or take after their father? I hope they at least get their father's Shinobi skills. Though, children can't be something I think of right now. Kakashi has his hands full as is.

     Once again silence falls between the genin and I, but this time it's a comfortable silence instead of the anger brewing one from before. As we walk, Sasuke occasionally bumps into me, his nose scrunching up each time followed by a couple of side steps away from me. Despite his efforts, the little Uchahi keeps hovering back to my side and continues to bump into me. It's good to know under all the brewing, Sasuke is still a child.

     "Look!" Naruto's voice echoes across the empty field, his blob coming into view again. "Lady Hatake!" He screams, dragging out my Clan name as he races across the field, Sakura in tow but she's screaming for Sasuke instead of me.

     "Naruto!" I call back, bracing myself for impact. Despite my preparation, I still end up taking a step or two back when Naruto's body collides with mine. His limbs stab into me in a few different places, bones colliding against my own along with my stitches. I suck in the hiss of pain trying to slide out as I hold on to the small boy.

     "Naruto," Sasuke hisses out, dagger eyes back on his face. "Be careful. Hatake is still hurt, dumbie." An eye roll is paired with the end of his sentence, along with a disappointed tongue click.

     "Oh, right. Sorry Lady Hatake."

     "It's all right," I hum, straightening the boy before letting him go. "What are you guys working on?"

     "Chakra control! Which I'm doing awesome at, by the way," Sakura answers, a proud smile across her face. I can't help but smile too at how proud she is of herself. My husband does have some good genins.

     "Hello," Kakashi's voice rings out, pulling my attention away from his students, but not for long.

     "Nah-uh! You get her all to yourself all the time Sensei, wait your turn!" Naruto barks, a sorry attempt at a glare on his face. "Guess what Lady Hatake!"

     "What?" I ask, glancing down at the chakra ball before looking back at my husband. He's beaming - well beaming as much as he lets himself outside of the safety of our house.

     "I tried a new ramen last night!"

     "Oh ya?" My empty question is followed by a twenty-minute conversation about some spicy ramen Naruto tried. It's also filled with Sakura reminding him that he's stupid and Sasuke's disapproval being openly shared.

     "Okay, that's enough about your dinner, Naruto," Kashi pipes up, cutting Naruto off. "You can have her back in a minute. Go... see who can hang upside longest." He mumbles, shrugging towards the tree a couple of feet away.

     "It's totally going to be me," Naruto cheers, running off towards the tree.

     "No way I'm going to let you beat me!" Sasuke yells, dashing after his squad mate, Sakura hot on his heels.

     The thought of children crawls back into my head. I already adore Kash's students, I can only imagine how much I'd adore our children.

     "Hey, Kash-"

     "Love-"

     Silence follows our accidental overlap, before being chased away by both of us chuckling. "What were you going to say?" I ask, soaking in my husband's appearance. No matter how many times or how long I look at him, Kakashi is always the most handsome man in the world.

"I think we should go to dinner tonight," he answers, glancing at his students. As ordered, all three are hanging upside down like bats. Though, Sakura looks tired so the competition will probably end up being between the boys.

"Why's that?" I ask my attention also on the genins. My chest bubbles with joy as I watch the boys try to tug each other off the branches.

"I want to talk about having a baby."

"What?" The word is torn from my lungs as my head flips back to Kakashi.

He's stood there, arms crossed and a faint smile under his mask. "I want to have a baby." He repeats, my head spinning a bit. Maybe he's more prepared for a child than I thought.

"Kash-" I start again, but end up getting cut off for the second time today.

"Naruto is cheating!" Sakura yells, waving her hands around to try and get Kakashi's attention.

     "I'll see you tonight. Naruto! Knock it off!" My eyes trail after him as I watch his path toward his students. The idea of motherhood seemed so lovely a second ago, but now? It's terrifying.

#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi oneshot #kakashi hatake oneshot #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader

[prince-kallisto]

I have to spit this theory out before I go back to sleep, but there’s an interesting emphasis about ghosts in the latest book 7 chapter? Okay not really it was just a few lines ANDJXJDJXJ but that’s not the point- 🤣🤣

Malleus rationalizes Ortho “waking up” by transferring his data and soul into a different body to being like a ghost that’s left its body to be in another vessel.

Crowley has a very fascinating connection the ghosts and the undead overall. Not only does he turn into a ghost in the prologue with the use of a transmutation potion, the manga implies that he has some degree of control/summoning capabilities of the ghosts affiliated with Night Raven College.

The first Halloween event further clarifies that ghosts are so abundant at NRC (yet still an uncommon sight to the rest of the world) because the campus is teeming with magic- to the point that even non-mages can see them. A lot of the staff under Crowley’s employment are made up of ghosts (excluding teachers and Sam)- such as the cooks, and have been implied to have been working for him for many decades now, as in Crowley’s personal story, he can’t even remember when he hired the chef from how long ago it was. The second Halloween event then directly shows how ghost possession works, as many of the students get possessed with their personalities and eye colors changing. And then there’s the whole oh Phantom Bride event in general 👀

Edit: there’s also the Ghost Cameras, which Crowley describes that people back then feared the camera because the photos seemed like ghosts when popping out from the frame. The fact that the camera can “capture” a part of a persons soul is forever fascinating and the way it’s directly tied to ghosts 👀

I’ve been wondering if Crowley so readily has ghost transmutation potions so he can regularly travel to the Netherworld aka the ghost realm. Since his ties run so close with the campus ghosts, then it makes sense that he would have these potions for the Netherworld. But now with Malleus saying this…couldnt ghost!Crowley temporarily use someone as a vessel while under the effects of the potion or (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

…I volunteer as tribute ANDJXJDBD no but actually!! I know there’s a lot more canonical ghost lore than this and how they relate to Crowley, but my brain isn’t fully working right now 😭 But with all the latest emphasis of Crowley having duplicates- magical protections in his Special Lessons, and a virtual simulation of him in the Magic Assault Event…👀 There is indeed a slight possibility of his ghost potions returning. The scene in the prologue heavily suggests that Crowley has an impressive control over his ghost form, as Grim is shocked at how Crowley suddenly speeds up- even faster than the actual Ramshackle ghosts. I feel like *someone* in general being used as a vessel feels more plausible every day…

And actually, we’ve been seeing recent representations of the spirits/ghosts of dead, such as Phantom Ortho & Ortho’s spirit, and the Knight of Dawn. General Lilia in his dream also calls out for Meleanor and Levan, asking them if they’re watching him and if he could join them, before slipping into darkness.

I still don’t understand how a ghost potion actually works ANXIJDHD- does Crowley just temporarily die for a moment or is it all just the superficial appearance and powers of a ghost without actually being a ghost? 💀 But in any case, I wonder if ghosts will be an ongoing theme, as both Book 6 and 7 have been emphasizing the loss of loved ones, so perhaps there is some connection here.

Idk it’s just very twisted wonderland that these characters have been going through a journey of acceptance at the loss of their loved ones and family, and Crowley is over here having the undead under his control, and is essentially “cheating death” by just casually switching from being a ghost to being alive 💀 and if the Great Seven portraits in his office can actually talk (a portrait in the prologue claims that why shouldn’t portraits be able to speak as long as they have a mouth), it’s essentially false representations of the dead speaking to him lol. So him potentially wielding his ghost form and using someone as a vessel technically isn’t that far off from what he’s currently doing in canon- the themes of death are so integral to his character yet he simultaneously treats these abilities as if it’s trivial 🤔 Anyway Crowley cheating death is foreshadowing to levan /j 🤪

#this was really incoherent and disorganized I apologize 😭 #I can hear a rooster crowing helppp 😭🤣 #kallistopost #twst theory #twst dire Crowley #twst spoilers #twst book 7 spoilers #dire crowley #twisted wonderland #twst

[milkratz]

The ache in his chest was something he had gotten quite used to. What would be a dull throb in the mornings grew into a ravenous, burning monster as its hunger grew; Gale was often left out of breath, the feeling of something so terribly hungry crushing his heart and lungs, his mind panicking as he fought against the once unfamiliar sensation.

When the others glanced back at him, he'd give an embarrased little smile - It wasn't as though he was the most in shape amongst their friends. A year in a tower, plus a life of softness, led to quite a softer figure. But it wasn't as though he could say, "No, I'm not out of breath from casting a spell. It is the bomb in my chest that's trying to eat me."

Gale could see in Tav's eyes the little look of disappointment whenever they handed over a magical artifact. It didn't compare to the disappointment of Gale when the hunger barely abated as he devoured the essence of Weave in whatever shitty little artifact he pressed to his chest.

It was one of the nights, where not even the allure of a good book, something Tav had grabbed in their exploits and handed to him with a small smile, could distract him from the pain. It was unfair - He had devoured quite the artifact earlier that morning, and yet the orb in his chest demanded more.

He sat by the fire, pretending to read the book in his hands. The goblet of wine by his feet laid untouched, the taste of it overwhelming bitter. When he had swallowed but a sip, Gale could feel the anger of the Orb; How dare you consume something so impure! Vile! The ache in his chest had grew, cutting off his lungs and squeezing his heart, and he fought to carefully set down the cup, as to not alert the others.

Shadowheart and Lae'zel sat opposite of him, a heated arguement or another feuled by the Shadowheart's truly baffling intake of wine and Lae'zel's general... self. Wyll, Karlach, and Tav sat with the owlbear cub, who Tav had claimed the honor of simply naming Cubby, and Scratch, who was in a very heated game of fetch with Halsin, who looked half-interested in catching the ball himself.

Astarion... Gale frowned. He hadn't actually seen Astarion since the party returned to camp, victorious in their dungeon delving once more. He was often sat around Tav or even Shadowheart, indulging in the wine that he had once, bitterly, told Gale tasted like nothing more than rot and vinegar. But tonight, beneath the cloudless sky, Astarion was nowhere to be seen.

Gale tried not to let it concern him; It wasn't as though Astarion was known for his openness, but perhaps it was because of that, that his lack of presence made Gale feel iffy. Astarion had moved, just a bit slow enough to draw Gale's masterful eye towards him. He was of course aware of the situation between Tav and the resident vampire, but something in the dull eyes of Astarion made him think that the elf hadn't been taking as advantage of it as he should.

Gale pursed his lips, setting down his book. No matter. He'd take care of the issue. With the group progressively closer to the Underdark, which might be the safer choice in comparison to the Mountain Pass but still not safe, it was important that everyone was in tip-top shape.

No one paid him any mind as Gale shakingly got to his feet; The mouthful of wine he had all but spat out had no effect on him, but the others didn't need to know that his sway was caused by the piercing agony in his chest. A glance at Astarion's dark tent let him know he wasn't there, but Gale was not dismayed. He knew the vampire often forayed into the forest, perhaps in search of food or just to get away from the general rowdiness of the camp.

And in the forest indeed did Gale find him. Hunched over on his knees, Astarion made a rasping sound, apparently not having noticed Gale's tramping about - A whole new reason for concern, since the pain was such a ball of focus in the back of Gale's mind that he couldn't bother to keep his foot steps light even if he wished to.

Between Astarion's hands laid a rat, who despite it's limp posture, made a weak squeaking sound. Astarion stared at it, and Gale oculd see just the hint of wetness on his lips, glinting in the moonlight. Not red; Clear, just a hint of drool as Astarion stared down at the meal on the ground.

Gale cleared his throat, unable to take the stalemate any longer. Astarion's head snapped towards him and with a jolt, Gale could see a glimmer in Astarion's eyes, a dampness that made him feel weak in the knees and his heart throb painfully in something other than the crushing of his chest.

"Playing with your food, Astarion? Thought you were better than that." Gale kept his voice light, trying not to spare a glance at the rat. He wasn't a fan of them; God knows Tara, the damn beauty, hunted enough of the rats in his tower that he got used to seeing the rodents in all sorts of dismal states, but the pain in both Astarion and the rat's eyes made him feel some sort of way.

There was a scoff. Astarion sat back on his hunches, his dirtied hands resting on his thighs. The moonlight set his white hair aglow, his normally sallow skin having a hint of life under the radiance. It casted a light on the scars on Astarion's neck, which strained as the vampire seemed at war with himself. The rat seemed to take it as a queue to flee, and with a speed otherwise betrayed by it's pitiful state, streaked off into the night.

Gale frowned. "Didn't mean to scare off your meal." At the lack of sound, or acknowledgement really, from the elf, he stepped closer into the light.

Astarion opened his eyes slowly, staring up at him. If his eyes had been dull throughout the day, they were all but lifeless now. His breathing was labored and Gale realized why; Astarion was starving.

"You haven't been eating," Gale accused. "Why? Is Tav's blood not good enough for you? Are the scoundrels we kill not to your liking?" Gale didn't know why he was so angry; Perhaps it was seeing someone who was normally so haughty and high and mighty, on his knees in such a state of hunger he'd drool over a rat.

Astarion winced as though Gale's words hurt him. "I... I simply haven't found the opportunity, that's all. All the beasts in the forest seem to have realized there's a monster on the loose; It's getting harder to hunt more filling meals. And..."

The next words were so quiet Gale almost couldn't make them out.

"I don't want to go back to eating rats."

Gale pretended not to hear it; Astarion had not been open with the other members as he had been with Tav. Gale knew the quick and dirty details, of course. A spawn of a cruel vampire master, a slave. Forced to endure horrid torture and abuse for centuries. But Gale was arguably the least favored of the vampire, and he doubted that the other male would appreciate Gale asking him all the details of his horrid past.

"Has Tav not offered you their neck recently?" Gale asked, stepping just a bit closer. Astarion's gaze turned hard as he glared.

"You needn't make it sound like I'm just using darling Tav! Perhaps if you cared to know, they've been getting awfully close to Wyll and Karlach. I," Astarion mumbled, "Didn't want to overstep more than I have." His gaze turned moody and somber, his eyes turning downwards towards his dirtied hands. He twisted his palms up and Gale could see the scratches and blood; Undoubtedly from where he had struggled to catch a rat of all things, another sign of his weakness.

Gale pursed his lips. He knew, of course, that everyone had camp had their issues and it was unfair of them to treat Astarion with the level of distrust they had. Gale would be first to admit that the sight of Astarion's fangs had sent shivers up his spine when they first found out. But Astarion had been nothing but respectful, if annoying; Never bared his fangs at anyone undeserving.

An idea formed in his head, something he would later blame on the nonexistent wine in his system.

He sighed and stepped closer til he in front of the pale elf. Astarion stared up at him, curiosity and confusion warring with the distrust and perhaps fear in his eyes.

"Feast on me. I doubt my blood will taste like anything exquisite, given the current state of my being but, if you're so hesitant on drinking from Tav and there's no other sources of food," Gale said simply. He held out a hand to Astarion, who's lip curled at the sight. The elf refused his grasp and stumbled to his feet dazedly, his red eyes narrowed at Gale in offense.

"I do not need your pity, dear old wizard. Save it for someone who doesn't know you're a fool," Astarion's words cut bitterly to Gale, who was equally offended by the lack of flair to Astarion's words as he was the harshness. He really must be hungry in that case.

Gale scoffed. "Pity? Pity is much different from sympathy, friend. I know hunger too. You've been slow and weak recently. You tripped over a trap even I saw today and almost killed yourself and the rest of us. You're the fool if you think your hunger only affects yourself."

The tangent was perhaps a bit uncalled for, but Gale felt feisty tonight. Astarion shuffled on his feet a bit, his gaze defeated. Gale felt something in him, other than the actual orb of pure magic eating at him, stir at the sight. Gale sighed.

"Believe me, I doubt you'll enjoy this anymore than I will. Just, don't kill me? Because then you'll probably kill everyone here and that's just a hassle." Gale plopped down on the ground, his lungs grateful for the break. He could feel Astarion's gaze on him, but his eyes remained close. He, admittedly tauntedly, strained his head forward to reveal the length of his neck.

There was no warning as he felt twin fangs sink into his neck; He hadn't even heard Astarion move. There was a sharp pain, not unlike when he got his ears pierced, that quickly dulled to an ache. He could feel the wetness of Astarion's mouth on his neck, the pulsing as he sucked at the blood. Overall, despite the ache, the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. Gale let him drink until he felt his head grow heavy, and he reached up to tap at Astarion sluggishly.

There was a pause and Gale felt a tad bit of worry when Astarion didn't immediately unlatch. Then, he felt the fangs retract from his neck as Astarion sluggishly lapped at the twin pricks on his neck, cleaning the blood.

There was silence as Gale struggled to keep his head straight and Astarion, for the first time in days, had a light to his eyes.

"You're right. Your bloody tastes dastardly."

Gale let out an unbelieving laugh, surprise and the dizziness of blood loss coming together, making it seem like the whole situation was a lot funnier than it was.

It wasn't as funny when he felt Astarion grab the collar of his sleep shirt and yank him towards him. Gale didn't move as Astarion placed one, small, gentle kiss to the corner of his lip.

"I think I could grow to like it, though."

#bg3 #bloodweave #baldurs gate 3 #astarion bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x astarion #yeah. yeah im writing again #what ya gonna do about it #nothing. #gale bg3 #astarion

[izvmimi]

cw: potions mishap. as usual all my writing puts night raven college in a genuine College setting. preview to probably what will be a longer fic. minors dni.

"you realize this is akin to poisoning, right?"

despite the fact that you mean to be harsh - desperately so - your voice comes out tinged with a different kind of desperation and you can feel that familiar feeling of lust balloon in your chest, but it's different, painful to the point of bursting, and you double over, hoping that perhaps positioning your body to look at nothing but your own two feet will help.

it doesn't.

"not akin," vil starts, his own pale face flushed. "far worse."

you know that he's right.

"we're fools," you lament through your clenched teeth. your voice is as low as a whisper even though the laboratory is empty, but the intense sensation of shame you can feel from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes to the very vertex of your scalp only mirrors the lust you feel right now. thank goodness it's not for the man next to you, but for a different man -

or fae.

vil shakes his head, but he's still red, breathing heavily, his brain too flustered to come up with something intelligent to retort. the vials of would be hate potion are strewn across the lab bench, as the test mice in the corner of the room continue to chirp and squeak loudly, doing exactly what you want to do to diasomnia's housewarden right now, if you were to see him before the effects of this presumed passion potion wore off -

fuck endlessly.

"i cannot believe you made me trust you."

"will you just shut it? YOU worked on half of this potion's design!" vil insists.

"because i didn't think you would drop the ball so heinously!" you protest. part of your voice comes out in an uncharacteristic whine and your legs tremble. the two of you link eyes, and both of you know that the longer you stay here, the more ridiculous things will end up. the mice continue to contort and writhe together. you can't stop thinking about malleus' grin, or his height, or the size of his hands, or what he may look like underneath, or-

"i'm leaving," vil announces.

too afraid to sit in this ruined potions chamber alone you follow him, weak and breathing heavily with only one thing on your mind.

malleus. malleus draconia. malleus draconia of briar valley. malleus who says your name in a low voice as though he's forbidden to say it out loud. malleus who smiles at you even when you look stupid, even when you tell him to stop following you like a shadow.

malleus. malleus. malleus.

"vil, where are you going?"

you already know where he's going. pomefiore. to find them.

maybe you should find the object of your desire as well, but that would defeat the very purpose of this whole debacle anyway.

he'd laugh... but then he'd indulge you.

and that still remains your greatest fear.

#malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #daydreams: twst #twst smut #mimi's notes

[zhongliologist]

Against the Wall | 30 Nights Series

Pairing: Kaveh x afab!reader

Genre: SMUT

Content Warning: drunk sex, penetration, creampie, unprotected sex

Words: 1k

A/N: Hi! It's been a while lmao here's another installment of the 30 Nights series! I'm currently swamped with work rn, but I'll try to write more of the series...

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

“Say, is there anywhere you’d want to go after this?”

His hand over yours, Kaveh gazed at you with drunk-glazed eyes.

The brush of his fingertips were subtle yet it was enough to send shivers down your spine. You should be ashamed of how such tiny gestures can get you going.

You smiled, the alcohol turning your cheeks pink. “You know, I do rent a place nearby…”

That was how it all started.

Now, you stumble at the darkened hallway; his hand holding your waist steady. The echo of the door closing shut had long been forgotten as the both of you chased after the ecstasy and the excitement of having your bodies in close proximity.

Kaveh pinned you against the wall, his leg between the apex of your thighs as he perused your neck with his lips. He was drunk with liquor yet he could get more drunk with your scent and taste. There was a primal hunger inside of him which grew stronger the more he hears you cry out his name, and it was getting impatient.

“Kaveh…” You whispered; your cold fingers tracing the exposed skin of his back.

He immediately shuddered, and cursed. “…Fuck.”

In retaliation, Kaveh pushed his knee on your sensitive spot which had you moaning and wet. Looking up, you could clearly see he was not impressed despite the smirk on his lips.

“Do that again and I won’t promise to be gentle.”

You smirked, your fingers once again rubbing circles on his lower back. “I never wanted you to be gentle. Be rough with me, Kaveh.”

After hearing your words, there was an indescribable look on Kaveh’s face. It was dark, primal…feral. He grinned, baring his sharp canines, while his eyes seem to glow scarlet red. It may have been a lust-induced illusion but its effect on you was instantaneous.

“As you wish.”

Before you could react, you felt him grab a fistful of your hair and slammed his lips unto yours in a ravenous kiss. He took no time in exploring your body—hands groping your chest, tongue tracing your lips, knee rubbing against your clothed slit. There was no talking, no thinking. The apartment was only filled with the sound of moans and growls, and clothes rustling.

Without saying a word, Kaveh knelt down on the floor and removed your undergarments; leaving your drenched and oversensitive cunt exposed to the cold summer air. He then hiked your leg over his shoulder and gave you one mischievous look before diving right into your wet core.

“Wait…Kaveh…!”

“I’m not waiting.”

The vibrations from his voice made you bite your lips as shivers went down your spine. Kaveh smiled as he felt your whole body tremble, tempting him to make a mess of you even more. Playing with your clit, he plunged his digits right into your hole, which made you arch your back against the wall. He had to hold your leg steady to keep you from moving too far away from him as he continued his ministrations.

“Oh fuck…! K-Kaveh…! R-right…right there!”

“Should I stop?”

You froze, “No! P-Please…don’t! I—!”

Interrupted mid-sentence, you held onto his head as you felt another wave of convulsion pushed you closer to the brink of orgasm. Kaveh reveled at how tight you became around his fingers as he sucked harshly on your clit, yet grimaced at how his pants was getting painfully tighter by the minute.

You were getting closer and closer. You could feel how tightly he was winding you, as he plunged his tongue in and out of your hole; tasting your essence. So close…you were so close…until he stopped and stood up.

“Wha—! W-Why...!”

Dazed and confused, you glanced at his smirking face with a bewildered look. Not wasting a moment, Kaveh planted his hand on your waist and captured your lips once more. You could taste your juices on his tongue; unaware that he had already pinned you on the wall.

“Wrap your arms around my shoulders,” he instructed, still breathless from the kiss. “I want to fuck you now.”

In a heartbeat, you had your arms around his shoulders as he freed his hard cock from his pants. Locking gazes, you were far too mesmerized at his ruby red eyes that you yelped at how he suddenly picked you up; making wrap your legs around his waist.

He grinned. “Good girl.”

Lining up his dick to your hole, Kaveh had the best view of your face as he harshly thrusted himself into you in one push. He delighted at the way your eyes became half-lidded or how your lips could only moan his name as you adjusted to his size, although he himself was not safe from how tight your walls were gripping him.

“K-Kaveh…move…please…” you squeaked—so close to climax as he ravaged your hole.

With your current position, you could feel him more deeply inside of you—each thrust had him hitting at your spot roughly and relentlessly. The way your juices squelched at every plunge, together with the sound of skin clapping was both sinful and lewd; driving the both of you to the depths of depravity.

“Y/N…fuck. I’m going to come,” he growled as he found himself adding more splotches of color to your neck. Even without him saying, you could tell he was close with how his cock twitched inside of you.

“Yes…! Yes, please…Kaveh! I want you inside…”

Without warning, Kaveh pressed you against the wall and relentlessly rammed his cock into you in fast, harsh thrusts which had you seeing stars. In seconds, you tightened around him and tipped over your orgasm; shaking and trembling as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed you. Kaveh followed you not long after, unable to resist how your walls clamped around him, as he finally released his seed inside of you.

Still breathless, Kaveh trailed kisses down your neck then up your jaw, then to your lips. Drunk and dazed in post-coital bliss, the both of you kissed one more time, until you pulled away only to whisper at his ear.

“The bedroom is at the end of the hallway, if you want to continue.”

#genshin impact #kaveh #genshin impact x reader #kaveh x reader #genshin impact smut #kaveh smut

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Inspired by that one Heart Hunter interaction with Julian, how would the M6 react to a MC who's way stronger then they look?

Btw i seriously have to thank you for everything you do. Seeing you post puts the biggest gein on my face every time, you're awesome!!

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC is stronger than they look

~ yes. Just ... yes. yes. thank you. and also, thank you for the compliment! knowing that people enjoy my ideas puts the biggest grin on my face too! cheers to you anon - brainrot ~

Julian

He was already very much in love with you before, but DAMN

He does not have enough room in his body for this level of attraction. The first time you display your surprising amount of strength he just about melts into the floor

For such a tall guy, he doesn't have that much mass on him, so having you around is a whole new version of things he didn't know he needed in his life

Pickle jar? He's asking you to open it. Something fell under the couch? He's asking you to lift one end while he bends over to retrieve it

Malak must have dragged his eyepatch back there, silly raven

Any chance to watch you be strong, really

He also adores the chance to get a good feel for your abilities up close, so you can expect him to be a lot more clumsy when you're around

Suddenly he can't step over anything without tripping and falling. He is not safe around stairs, doorsteps, cobblestones, or even that one kitchen tile apparently

He just likes the way you catch him

Asra

They knew post-recovery that you weren't physically weak, but they had no idea just how strong you had gotten

Until he randomly decided to get an overstuffed neon tie-dye couch to go under the window and you managed to get it up the stairs almost completely by yourself

They were completely caught off guard and are now very curious about exactly how strong you are

If you're willing, he'll ask you to lift heavier and heavier things each day until he gets an idea of how much you can manage

They also love to tease, so this is going to be their cue to baby their strong, capable beloved

You could be restocking a part of the shop and he'll take a crate of feathers from your hands and coo at you while he carries it to the next set of shelves

They love seeing you shine, though, so they won't hesitate to ask you for help with something heavy or invite you to try something physically impressive

He just adores everything about you, what else is there to say?

Nadia

The first time she sees your strength her eyebrows nearly meet her hairline. She is very, very impressed

She's stuck between not wanting to make you self-conscious and asking you to do it again so she can watch more closely this time

She'll end up asking you to do it again and then be uncharacteristically distracted for the next fifteen minutes

Will eventually ask why you're so strong

Is it the diet? The lifestyle? The magic use? A spell? The side effects of having the body of an Arcana? Being a shopkeep? A mysterious exercise regimen?

Now that she knows what you're capable of, she'll invite you to join her for more physically demanding tasks

If you didn't know how to fence before, you're about to learn. If weapons aren't your preference, she'll pick up boxing with you

She's not the type to brag but she does like to show off things that she believes are worth praising

She's going to ask you to carry lots of heavy things whenever her sisters are around

Muriel

You have no idea how relieved he is not to be the only significantly strong person in the room anymore

Do you know how awkward it is for him?

Don't get him wrong, he loves to help, but it's a little intimidating when every eye in the room turns to him as soon as someone pulls out a stubborn jar

And it gets even worse when all the attention makes him sweat and he keeps losing his grip

Now he can turn and look at you instead and his hands can stay dry

If you're up for it, he really appreciates the extra set of muscle around the woods. Sometimes the big, old trees fall across the paths, and while he can manage on his own, it's much easier with you around

He secretly loves it when you show a slight competitive side

It's fun to unnecessarily move a boulder across the clearing just to wait for you to not-so-subtly try to lift it yourself a few hours later

He has to be careful though, because he might choose something too heavy and then feel guilty when you pull your shoulder

Portia

Ilya was feeling petty when he stopped by earlier, which means he put a bunch of things on the top shelf again, and she's on her toes trying to reach them because she doesn't like using the stool, and -

Oh, that's so much easier, how are you able to pick her up like she doesn't weigh anything at all?!?

She's read about this in some of the fairy tale novels in the palace library and now she's even more convinced that you came straight out of a book

Mysterious? Magical? A partner in crime? A partner in crime who can dramatically carry her to safety? Be still her beating heart

She will ask you recreate scenes with her out of curiosity. What's it really like to be princess carried around the house? Can you uproot a small tree with your bare hands?

If a shipment of something heavy comes in she'll drag you to the back entrance to see if you can lift it (and to show off who she's dating to the palace staff)

She's also surprisingly strong, so heaven forbid someone ticks you both off during introductions on an ambassador visit. Those handshakes are going to hurt

Lucio

He likes to think that he's the brawn to your brains in your relationship, so when he sees you with both he's not sure how to react

Does he want to test his strength against yours and prove himself? Yes. Does he also want to receive the princess treatment? Yes

He'll go back and forth on how to proceed

Maybe he'll challenge you to an arm wrestle and let you win so you have to promise to protect him if anything happens

Maybe he'll just use his gauntlet to point out that yeah, you're strong, but he bets you can't do THIS (... oopsie)

A few broken tables later he finds that teaching you to fight is much better. He gets to admire your strength up close and still show off what he's good at

He also gets to give back, in a way. You've contributed so much to his growth as a person, now he has the chance to help you flourish too

He will brag about you in every town you stop by until the stories he tells become rumors that turn into legends

You're tired of disappointing new friends when you can't split a mountain in two with a flick of your wrist

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[anthurak]

Something I find interesting about rewatching Yang’s scenes talking about her childhood in Volumes 2 and 5 is how she doesn’t really… defend Tai’s actions and the way he seemed to have effectively checked out on her and Ruby for several years after Summer’s disappearance.

Now sure, she doesn’t really decry him, but we don’t hear Yang trying to claim that her father ‘had his reasons’ for what he did or otherwise trying to justify his actions. She just presents what Taiyang did fairly matter-of-factly. Likewise, I think we can see a similarly frank assessment of Tai’s parenting from Ruby in Volume 9 when she directly acknowledges that Yang raised her.

Putting these together, I really get the sense that both Yang and Ruby are very much aware of Tai’s actions and how he let them down as a father, rather than trying to defend or cover for him.

So why has Yang and the story as a whole only given a general, indirect acknowledgement of Tai’s actions and never really confronted him directly about how he let his daughters down as a father?

Well, I think it’s because that rather than trying to defend or cover for their father’s actions, Yang and Ruby are engaging in that much less melodramatic but ALL too common practice of just… not talking about the problems of a close family member.

Rather than going through the surely difficult and ugly process of confronting Tai over how he failed them as a father, Yang and Ruby have taken the fair easier option of simply not talking about it. Even though both of them, particularly Yang, are very much aware of the problem.

It also probably doesn’t help that in the present of the show, Tai has grown into, if not a good parent per-say, at least a decent one. Which in turn probably gives Yang and Ruby even more reason to just… not talk about that time he kinda-sorta abandoned them for several of their formative years.

See also, what Tai does to help Yang’s recovery in Volume 4. Sure, some of his methods were questionable, but he did ultimately help Yang recover and move on, which I think in turn makes Yang all the more reluctant to confront him on his past failings as a father.

So where do I think this is all going?

Well, with the Volume 9 finale clearly sowing the seeds for a major arc of Ruby and Yang diving into aspects of their family history they never knew about, most notably the long-awaited truth of what REALLY happened to Summer, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if some other long-brewing issues started bubbling to the surface as well.

As I’ve stated in other recent posts, at this point Yang’s original recounting of her family history to Blake all the way back in Volume 2 now absolutely REEKS of ‘unreliable narration’, and that there is clearly a WHOLE fucking lot that Yang, and Ruby, have no idea about regarding their parents.

So if during the process of Ruby and Yang finally digging into their family past, they happened to discover that Tai and Qrow have been keeping some massively important pieces of information from them all this time, effectively lying to Ruby and Yang for YEARS?

(say about, I dunno… Ruby’s ‘real’ father actually being a certain angry/depressed bird woman?)

Well I’d say that would be just the thing that could blow the lid off right off a LOT of resentment towards her father that Yang has been bottling up all this time.

I’ve stated this before, but I think it’s worth keeping in mind that ALL of Team STRQ have been presented as well-meaning yet massively flawed/shitty/fuckup parents to Ruby and Yang in each their own way. For one, all of them bailed on their daughters in one way or another, whether it be Raven and Summer bailing physically, Taiyang emotionally/psychologically, or Qrow doing a bit of both.

Thus far, we’ve seen two members of Team STRQ confronted by either Ruby or Yang over their failings as a parent and been subsequently driven to improve: Raven by Yang in Volume 5, and Qrow by Ruby in Volume 6. Which in turn leaves Summer and Taiyang, the supposed ‘good parents’ as the more ‘overt’ text of the show has led us to assume.

Of course, over the course of the last three volumes, we got more and more hints, before the ending of Volume 9 confirmed, that Summer Rose was not in fact the perfect ‘supermom’ that Ruby and Yang remember her as, having lied to and walked out on her family to go on mysterious mission with Raven from which she never returned.

And reading between the lines, Tai’s own problems as a father have been sitting right in front of us since Volume 2, only just beneath the surface as Yang and Ruby decline to really talk about them.

So with a story arc focused on exploring the truth about Summer Rose looking to be close on the horizon, a long-simmering confrontation between Yang and her father (one that could likely strongly parallel her confrontation with Raven) seems likewise inevitable.

#rwby #rwby analysis #rwby theory #Yang Xiao Long #Ruby Rose #Team STRQ #Taiyang Xiao Long #Qrow Branwen #Raven Branwen #Summer Rose #rwby character analysis #rwby character development #team strq were ALL fuckup parents #i'm pretty sure the team strq family drama is somehow going to be even messier than the SCHNEEs

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Plot convenience? Or did Raven really not think about the fact Salem would come after her, once she possessed a relic?

neither. you gotta remember that raven is lying when she presents herself as singularly focused on her own survival. cinder took a shot at her and raven dropped her defenses to lunge forward and shout a warning to vernal.

in V4, she tries to get qrow to tell her if salem has the crown because: “i just want to know what we’re up against.”

when vernal asks her if she believes they’ll be left alone if they hand over the lamp, raven says “of course not. they’ll never leave us alone. once our purpose has come and gone, we’ll be discarded; salem only uses people until they are no longer useful. if we want to have any chance of defending ourselves against her, then we need this relic.”

“the creatures of grimm have a master named salem. she can’t be stopped, she can’t be reasoned with, and she will not rest until humanity crumbles at her feet.”

“i’m not helping oz, and i’m not helping salem. i don’t want any part of this!” but “this path won’t be easy for us, either, but we must do what’s right for the tribe.”

the point of keeping the lamp is to keep it away from salem. raven doesn’t especially want ozpin to have it either, because she knows he’ll just put it right back in a vault, but yang convinces raven to hand it over by declaring her intention to draw salem out and then fight back, which is exactly what raven planned to do.

as far as raven is concerned, if salem gets the lamp it’s Game Over. stabbing cinder in the back and absconding with the relic will incur salem’s wrath and provoke retaliation—raven doesn’t just know that, she’s counting on it.

here’s the bet she’s making: she eliminates cinder, locking salem out of the beacon vault, then slips away with the lamp in the chaos. the tribe is all packed and ready to move; salem’s forces are entangled at haven and will likely suffer defeat at the hands of qrow and his allies. they’ll need to retreat and regroup, giving raven the advantage. she also knows where their ship is.

so she moves the tribe—destroying salem’s people’s airship on her way out to hobble them—and digs in somewhere else, knowing that salem will come after her as soon as she figures out where raven is. cinder backed her into a corner before, but this time raven gets to choose and prepare the ground—or grounds, because she can use her semblance to move people or the relic or herself back and forth between n locations, where n is however many bonds she has within the tribe.

salem’s forces are primarily grimm, which raven can handle easily (see also: winter annihilating the swarming grimm in vacuo). with cinder gone, none of salem’s remaining agents will pose a serious threat; raven is a formidable enough fighter to go toe to toe with any of them without magic, and having magic tips the fight to her. if salem herself shows up, raven can portal out with the relic. she has a massive advantage in maneuverability that effectively neutralizes salem’s most overwhelming advantage; salem can’t be stopped, but raven can’t be caught.

salem can’t outlast an enemy who slips through her fingers like smoke every time she gets close—if she wants the relic, she’ll need to catch raven completely off guard and take her down in the first blow, which is going to be difficult when raven knows she’s coming, gets to choose the terrain, has a whole tribe of loyal followers to spread out and keep watch, and can use her semblance and a single ally in a strategic location to evacuate a whole camp in a matter of minutes or, if it comes to that, disappear herself in seconds.

like… genuinely. raven could keep that relic away from salem for years while inflicting very lopsided casualties on salem’s side. in a protracted war between an immortal capable of spawning armies of monsters and a group of guerrilla fighters who can fast travel, the guerrillas win.

she was planning to fight.

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Safest in your arms pt 5

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Pairing: Georgia miller x fem!oc

Summary: sophomore sleepover isn’t as lame as Georgia and Samantha thought.

Warnings: (18+) MDNI cursing, drug use, underage drinking, age gap relationships (18 and 30) grooming, sexual themes.

THE THREE GIRLS walked into school whilst Maxine ranted about how she could maybe go to the dance if she did a couple of chores, all thanks to Georgia. hurray. Georgia is just fucking amazing. hint the sarcasm.

she understood the sentiment of the blonde being an amazing and cool mom but she was still feeling the freshness of their kiss, the aftermath which really wasn't anything other than them avoiding one another but even then, she couldn't hear that name without feeling her chest tighten.

as soon as they were past the doors Samantha broke away from the two teens and walked to the 'blue' hallway where her friends would be. before she could reach them a muscular arm was thrown over her shoulder whilst a more feminine hand was wrapped around her right arm. she didn't have to look to see who they were, Nias strong perfume filling her space mixed with Matthews cologne was answer enough.

"so can we talk about how we're gonna get alcohol" Matthew said leaning his body forward so he can talk lowly without anyone hearing.

"i can get it," Samantha said. she and the rest of them had fake IDs but they always tried to take turns when buying so that they wouldn't get suspicious, although at a certain point the guy who works at the gas station they always went to just stopped carding them at one point. regardless they still made sure to be careful just in case.

"sweet" Matthew said with a huge grin, he pulled his arm off of his best friend and walked up to the bean bags where the other three friends were sitting.

"what are we talking about?" Natalie asked once Samantha and Nia were also there. she was sitting on Oliver's lap on one of the beanbags whilst Jade was sitting on the other, the raven haired girl shot Samantha a smile to which she recuperated happily.

"sophomore sleepover" Nia said.

Matthew looked at them with furrowed eyebrows, "you guys are going to that?"

Samantha nodded, "it's extra credit"

Natalie laughed loudly, "why would they ask you, didn't you guys hotbox Mr Johnson's classroom?"

Nia scoffed, "actually that was your boyfriend and it's probably why they didn't offer either of you it" she said looking between the couple.

Oliver's hand rested on his chin as he looked at the them deep in thought. finally he spoke "that's.. true. huh, i forgot about that"

Samantha nodded, "perks of being quarterback, your pretty much untouchable" she said making Nia chuckle.

Oliver smiled widely, "god you're so right. kind of getting the whole white rich man in america vibes"

"oh my god, don't even" Nia grimaced along with Samantha and Jade. Oliver shrugged with a grin making his girlfriend roll her eyes and lean in to kiss his cheek softly. it was cute how the boy immediately started blushing pink.

"so what are you guys gonna do now?" Matthew asked. the boy was sitting next to - or more like squishing Jade who kept throwing glares at him whilst trying to push him away from the beanbag. clearly there wasn't enough room for two but that didn't seem to effect him.

Natalie smiled brightly, "Jade and i are going shopping" she said glancing at the girl who was paying her no mind, still too focused on the boy practically squishing her.

"and i'm going too.." Matthew said making both Samantha and Nia turn to look at him with furrowed brows. they both knew he hated shopping, even for himself which usually means Nia would pick out his clothes. in all honesty it was the reason the boy didn't dress like all the other basic jocks at the school. "yay" he said smiling forcefully with his hands up in the air as he shakes them dramatically.

the four girls laughed loudly, including Matthew. "fuck dude, who willingly goes shopping with these two?" he said pointing at Natalie and Jade who both turned to glare at him. even Samantha and Nia agreed with him, Natalie never had enough and Jade always had to try on every piece of clothes she bought.

"because if i don't Nat is gonna withhold-"

before he could even finish his last thought Nia immediately held her hand up "don't even finish that sentence"

Oliver raised a brow at her "what?" he said, "i was gonna say movie nights" he shrugged as if her thinking had nothing to do with what he was gonna say.

Nia sighed in relief "oh. okay"

"yeah," Oliver nodded, "that usually always leads to sex so"

the other four teens laughed loudly whilst Nia grimaced "you are disgusting, im disgusted. goodbye" she said not letting him get a word out as she began to walk away. Samantha looked back at her before looking back at her friends.

"looks like i gotta go" she said pointing at her, she short Jade one final smile before turning around and rushing after her friend. she knew for a fact Matthew was following behind without her having to look back to confirm that. pretty soon they fell into a matching step, Samantha in between Matthew and Nia as they all walked to their next class.

Samantha couldn't help but think about the conversation she had earlier. she really wanted her time with her friends to be chill, maybe they could get a bit drunk and bother all the horny teens that would most likely be trying to hook up. instead of that she'd have to be trying to spend most of her night trying to avoid the blonde woman, making sure they wouldn't end up on the same shift or in the same room.

"so i have news," she said not able to contain herself from talking about it anymore, she needed to tell someone desperately.

"what happened?" Nia asked turning her head to look at Samantha. the raven haired girl had her eyes trained in front of her, watching as some teens huddled in groups whilst other couples were walking to class hand in hand.

Samantha didn't seem to be talking fast enough in Matthews opinion causing him to start talking for her. "did you text her? did you guys fuck? are you guys gonna run away together and live your cottage core lesbian life?" he rushed out earning a questioning look from Samantha and a 'what the fuck' look from Nia. he shrugged at the twin.

"uh.. no." Samantha said hesitantly and very confused on why the boy would assume all of that by a simple sentence that didn't even involve the blonde in it. "she's going to be chaperoning at the sleepover"

"damn," Matthew sighed out, "the universe really wants you together"

Samantha rolled her eyes, "she's the one who offered which is so fucking stupid. why would she want to spend her saturday night with horny teens?" she asked annoyed.

"probably cause she's looking for her horny teen" Matthew smirked throwing her a wink.

she rolled her eyes, "oh my god shut up." she groaned. "i'm serious"

"maybe he's right"

"see?" he said pointing at her.

"about the wanting to talk to you, not the horny teen thing. that makes her sound like a perv" Nia clarified.

Matthew made a small noise to show his disagreement. "i mean.. she did technically kiss you the night you turned eighteen"

"really?" Samantha looked at him with a serious expression.

"i'm not saying that's horrible, i'm just pointing out the evidence." he shrugged.

"youre so weird"

"maybe you should talk to her" Nia said.

"i don't think so." Samantha shook her head. "anyway i won't be able to hang today cause Joe wants me to train a newbie"

"really, who?" Matthew asked.

"why can't he do it?"

"i don't know and i offered. he said he'd pay me double if i did" Samantha shrugged glancing at both of her friends.

"damn, he must really hate interacting with his employees" Matthew said.

"he's just not really good with new people. i've been working for him for the past four years and he's still kind of awkward" Samantha said earning a nod from Nia.

"he's cute though" she commented.

"honestly? i'm gay and all but if i weren't, he'd be my turning point" Samantha agreed.

Matthew shook his head immediately. "yeah, i'm out." he said and parted ways from the two giggling girls.

Bad bunny's voice was filling the room from Samanthas television, she was laying stomach down on her bed with her feet in the air behind her. her phone was in her hand as she texted Jade. she was dressed in pajamas, her hair wet from the shower she had just taken. after school she had gone to work where she trained the new girl who resulted to be Ginny. it was awkward to say the least. Samantha was used to making conversation easily with people, almost everyone she met always went from feeling awkward to comfortable in a matter of seconds. that didn't seem to be the case with Ginny.

technically she knew she was slightly at fault, she still had the whole Georgia thing lingering in the back of her head making it extremely difficult for her to talk to Ginny without her wanting to ask about her mom. it was horrible. even then Ginny didn't help much either, she was extremely awkward and Samantha wasn't sure if that's how she was with everyone or just around her. regardless she tried to make it work, she showed Ginny the basic things and anything else Joe had instructed her to do. although things took a weird turn when Marcus came in, Ginny was hostile and cold and even though Marcus was his usual self - trying to get a reaction out of the girl Samantha still saw something weird between them. she wasn't entirely sure what it meant but she did know that she did not want to be informed or a part of it.

after work Samantha had gone to the gym with the twins and Matthew, they spent almost three hours - they did more laughing and talking then actually getting anything done but it was a good distraction.

when she got home she saw Maxine doing laundry, a sight she never thought she'd see to which Ellen explained that it was her way of trying to earn the right to go to sophomore sleepover. smart.

a loud ding got Samanthas attention, she exited out of tiktok and went to the message chain between Nia, Matthew and her.

Sams wingwoMan

Matty

wyd

Sammy

watching videos on how to hide a body

Nia<3

omg, i love that. can i be included?

Sammy

sure, better watch out Matty poo

Matty

okay gross never call me that again.

Matty

and why am i always the victim?

Nia<3

cus u make urself a victim LMAO

Matty

wtv

Matty

what's up with the booze sitch?

Sammy

im gonna pick it up tm, have to get some cash

Nia<3

ur parents still check ur bank statements?

Sammy

unfortunately. at least i'm trusted though:)

Nia<3

ig, are we taking my car, or..?

Sammy

idk, i think i have to take Maxine

and her friends tm

Matty

lmao that's ass

Nia<3

wait, why? don't we have to help set up?

Sammy

nah, my mom said they'd handle it

Sammy

plus i'd rather endure that then have to set up

Nia<3

true

Matty

what are you gonna buy?

Sammy

i was thinking just vodka tbh

Matty

smart

Nia<3

can u pick up rillos?

Sammy

for there? isn't that like a horrible idea?

Nia<3

we could open a window?

Matty

or i can just buy a pen

Nia<3

they always give me a bad high

Matty

sucks for u ig

Sammy

idk. maybe. im not smoking though

Matty

why? u wanna keep tabs on bootylicious?

Sammy

ew wtf, we are not calling her that

Nia<3

better then hot milf neighbor

Sammy

or we can just call her Georgia?

Matty

nah, bootylicious is catchy

Sammy

i hate u

Matty

omg i love u more

Sammy

ha, like you'd ever hear those words from someone

Matty

damn, why u gotta do me like that

Sammy

i like watching u suffer<3

Matty

awe u added a heart🤭

Sammy

gross gtfo and never use that emoji again

Sammy had removed Matty from the chat

Nia<3

LMAO

Nia<3 has added Matty to the chat

Matty

wtf u are so hateful

Sammy

yeah yeah, anyway. what should i wear?

Matty

dressing to impress bootylicious?

Nia<3

idk i might wear pajama pants and like

a crop top or something

Sammy

okay same then

Sammy

and no

Matty

u sure?

Sammy

wtv

Matty

i knew ittt, don't worry, she's prob

already in love with u

Sammy

i wish

Sammy

gn dont text me anymore

the girl felt her phone vibrate three more times but she didn't go back into the text chain anymore and instead stood from her bed and walked out of the room. she took her time walking to her sisters room, when she was met with her closed door she knocked twice. a second later she heard a 'what' causing her to open the door to reveal her sister laying on her bed whilst holding her phone up in the air.

"mom said i'm taking you and your friends to school tomorrow" she said and walked inside the room, she closed the door behind her and then threw her body onto the bed and beside her sister.

"it's mang" Maxine said making Samantha snort out a laugh.

"no. it's not"

Max rolled her eyes, "yeah, i guess. your friends won't fit tough"

"Matthew is taking his car" she explained to her sister who nodded and went back to her phone. Samantha moved her body closer to the brunette to see what she was doing, Max didn't seem to care as she kept her phone on the screen with the group chat between her and the other three girls.

"oh wait," Max said turning her head again to look at Samantha. "can you get us alcohol?" she asked bluntly making Samantha laugh.

"seriously?"

"what? you know we're just gonna get it either way" Max shrugged.

Samantha looked at her sister, thinking over her options. she had a point, if she didn't get the alcohol then Brody or Press would. she rolled her eyes, "fine. i expect the cash on my nightstand tomorrow morning though" she said and Max smiled brightly.

"yay, okay" she said happily and went back to her phone.

Samantha chuckled silently and shook her head.

Taylor swift played on through the speakers of the car as the four girls practically screamed along to the lyrics. it was Saturday evening, meaning they were on their way to sophomore sleepover. Samantha spent most of her morning helping her mom set up some things for it before she went to go pick up the things her sister and Nia wanted from the gas station. the girl sighed softly and continued to drive, she now remembered why she stopped driving 'man' around during the summer. they were so loud and don't even get her started on their need to gossip about every single person they knew.

she had never let Max take over the radio - the two didn't exactly have the same taste in music but four girls against one wasnt exactly ideal and they ended up annoying her into saying yes. by the second song she was beyond annoyed. when they finally pulled inside the school parking lot a breath of relief left the girls lips and she reached to the radio to turn it down. all girls groaned in annoyance but didn't say anything knowing the screaming and loud music wasn't helping the older girl park correctly.

the door slammed behind her followed by the other three and the four girls walked into the school happily. Samantha sighed looking at the sky, fucking hell now she was regretting having accepted to chaperone in the first place. dealing with four teens gave her a headache now having to deal with over a hundred more? yeah, she'd need some alcohol for the night.

the girl had her tote bag hanging from her right shoulder as she followed the girls into the school, she didn't stop to chat with her mom like the others did and instead walked straight inside the school in search for her friends. they had texted her as soon as they got there, saying Ellen put them on gym duty meaning it wasn't hard for her to find them. brown eyes searched the room then they landed on Matthew and Nia who were standing at the popcorn station whilst talking to each other with smiles on their faces.

Samantha's lips quirked up at the sight. she'd never tell either of them so but she always thought theyd be a cute couple. she had seen first hand how Matthew always seemed to have a soft spot for Nia, whether that meant he'd pitch in for gas when no one else did, the way he'd walk her to class whenever Samantha wouldn't, how he'd make sure to take his time when rolling her blunt or the way he'd make sure to always buy her favorite candy when they'd go to the gas station. she just knew that Nia would never see that, not that she blamed her, it didn't matter how sweet Matthew was with them, he'd always just the the typical jock who slept around and then ditched them as soon as he'd find someone hotter or more attention grabbing.

"what's up losers" she said once she was near them causing them both to look away from each other and at her instead.

"thank god your here, i was getting tired of him" Nia said practically squealing as she brought her friend into a tight hug. Samantha laughed throwing her head back as she hugged her friend back.

"youre so dramatic" she shook her head, "and im pretty sure you made Matthew cry" she said pulling away from the girl so she could see the boy who was looking at them with a dramatic frown.

"i always feel like im the third wheel between you two" he commented with an eye roll.

Samantha chuckled and walked up to him to pat his back in support, "that's because you are. Nia and i are married, im not sure why you're here"

Matthew rolled is eyes, "yeah yeah, whatever. did you get the stuff?" he asked looking at her bag. she nodded.

"yeah, i had to buy shit for Maxine too so remind me to give it to her" she sighed out in annoyance.

Matthew chuckled, "why?"

"because i know that if i didn't she would just be bugging me all night about how i get you guys stuff but never her" she said.

"you coddle her too much" Nia said.

"i coddle everyone too much so i don't wanna hear it" she said holding her pointer finger up to point at each of them. Matthew held his hands up in surrender whilst Nia simply rolled her eyes with a chuckle. she had a point and arguing would just be a waste breath.

the three soon stood behind the popcorn stand, occasionally having to give some to students. Samantha watched as her sister and friends danced from afar. she swallowed dryly as the red head began to dance against her sister playfully - she knew by now that both Nora and her liked to kiss or dance on one another for 'fun' which in her opinion was stupid and insensitive in a way. especially when she heard about how they'd sometimes kiss at parties to get guys attention.

a low whistle made the girl look away from her sister and at the source of it, "what?" she asked confused.

Matthew smirked his eyes trained on someone in the room, "bootylicious is looking oh so delicious" he said in a slight sing song voice causing Samanthas nose to scrunch and her hand to fly down on his shoulder harshly.

"watch your mouth" she warned. Matthew groaned loudly and held the freshly hit spot.

"ouch" he said loudly, "you have jealousy problems" he followed up in a slight murmur as he shook his head.

Nia laughed, "don't hit me but he's kind of right, she's looking as milf as ever" she said looking at the blonde in a slightly dreamily manner.

Samantha rolled her eyes at both of them. "i hate both of you"

"oh, come on. just admit she looks hot" Matthew said bumping her shoulder softly. she didn't respond, just looked at the blonde in question. she did look hot, of course she did, when did she not? every time she saw her she'd be wearing a different outfit and looking like the prettiest girl Samantha had ever seen. god she was getting far too sappy for her liking.

"yeah, she looks hot or whatever" Samantha rushed out and pried her eyes away from the blonde, afraid if she looked any longer the blonde would catch her in the act.

"told you so" Matthew responded.

the raven haired girl didn't say anything in response, simply went back to watching her sister and her friends but the group had seemingly left.

"go talk to her" Nia said grabbing onto her best friends arm. Samantha let out a sarcastic chuckle and shook her head.

"absolutely not"

"why not?" Matthew asked.

"what would i even say?"

"that you want to kiss her again" he said raising his eyebrows suggestively. she rolled her eyes once more, trying her damn hardest to not punch him again.

"i don't" she snapped.

Matthew and Nia glanced at each other, an uncontrollable smile overtaking their features before they bursted out laughing at the same time. Samantha looked at them both confused then it sunk in.

she groaned, "you guys are so fucking annoying. i should've never told you anything" she said with an eye roll.

the two quickly settled down knowing if they dragged it out any longer they would get the attention of the topic of their conversation.

"okay, okay." Nia said putting her arm around her friends waist, "why don't you just talk to her? just to clear the air. Ginny and Max are like besties now and don't even get me started on your mom so it's not like you can just avoid her like the rest of your one night stands" she said.

she had a point, yes, but that didn't change the fact that being rejected sounded a lot worse than simply having to endure a couple awkward encounters a couple days a week.

she shrugged, "i don't know. maybe" she said laying her head on the girls shoulder. Nia smiled at her friend and pulled her in closer.

the three ended up serving popcorn for another hour before Ellen told them they could take a break and look in the classrooms to make sure no one was doing any drugs. Samantha knew Ellen had assigned that to them and not another actual adult because shed rather turn a blind eyes than have to deal with what came after. Ellen knew for a fact her daughter would look for a couple of minutes before giving up and just hanging out in an empty classroom instead.

and that was exactly what happened. Matthew was sitting on a yoga ball that one of their math teachers had in the room, Nia was sitting on one of the desks and Samantha was sitting on the teachers chair. by now she had given Brody the alcohol, not entirely sure where 'mang' was and not interested enough to go look for them.

"i need to get high" Nia sighed out dramatically.

"same" Matthew nodded.

Samantha smirked, "it's a good thing i brought some weed then" she said and held up the small baggy that held three blunts already rolled and ready for them to smoke. as soon as their eyes landed on it, the two teens eyes lit up.

"oh my god, i love you" Nia practically moaned as she reached over the desk and grabbed the bag from Samantha's hand. the raven haired girl smiled in amusement and watched as Matthew and Nia opened the bag and took the three blunts out.

"want one?" Nia asked holding the third one up with her free hand. Samantha shook her head.

"nah, im just gonna drink for now" she said earning a nod from the curly haired girl.

"liquid courage?" Matthew asked with a slight smirk.

Samantha rolled her eyes at him, "im gonna have to update my mother in an hour or so and id rather her not see me high off my ass"

"doesn't that work if your drunk too?" Nia questioned.

"yeah but she's drinking too so i can just say the smell is just her. plus last time i got high at school i had a panic attack and thought i was going to die" she said earning laughs from both teens.

"oh my god, i remember that. you know Mrs Jones almost called an ambulance" Nia said still laughing.

Samantha rolled her eyes with a slight laugh, "whatever. it's not my fault your brother made me smoke two whole blunts"

"why would you say yes in the first place?" Matthew asked with furrowed brows.

"i don't know!" Samantha exclaimed with a laugh.

Nia chuckled at her friend before bringing the blunt up to her lips, once it was securely held she looked at Samantha with her hand in front of her. when Samantha looked at her confused she sighed and took the blunt away from her lips so she could talk.

"lighter?" she said and motioned her hand so that she'd hurry. the raven haired girl groaned loudly and threw her head back against the chair.

"fuck"

"what?" Matthew asked.

"i forgot the fucking lighter" she groaned loudly pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

Matthew laughed, "how the fuck do you forget a lighter dude?"

"i don't know" Samantha shrugged exasperated. "Maxine and her stupid friends were being obnoxious the whole ride here and i just wanted to get out of there. i must've left it in the cup holder" she sighed.

"can you get it?" Nia asked earning a head shake from her friend.

"my mom won't let me out without asking a shit load of questions that i don't have the answer to"

"great" Nia said lowly.

the raven haired girl thought about what she could do. if she did go out to her car then she'd have to deal with a bunch of questions from her mom but if she didn't she'd have her friends grumbling about it for the rest of the night. she was the only one from the three that preferred to get drunk rather than get high but that had to do with her anxiety more than anything else. she couldn't think of anything else, maybe Marcus had one but that wasn't likely considering he didn't even want to go to the thing in the first place and him carrying weed with him sounded like something he'd do but also not something she'd ever want him to know that she also did.

nothing else came to mind except maybe, "i got it" she said suddenly jumping up from the seat. "the principles office" she said.

both Matthew and Nia looked at her as confused as ever, "what?"

"come on, there has to be a confiscated lighter somewhere in there" she elaborated and a look of realization flashed through both their eyes.

"damn you're kind of a genius" Matthew said.

"genius - desperate, same thing, right?" she shrugged. the girl quickly fixed herself up and went to the door. "i'll be right back" she said.

"want us to go with you?" Nia asked.

"and lose our spot? no thanks" Samantha shook her head and left the classroom without another word.

Samantha walked down the mostly empty hallways occasionally lecturing a teen or two about being too close. she was a chaperone and had to make her doing the job at least a little bit believable. the girl had on a pink crop top that exposed most of her chest and stomach, she was going to wear pajama pants like Nia but decided not to when she realized 'mang' had the same idea. instead the two best friends wore black cargo pants and matching pink jordan 1's. even Matthew was matching with his shoes.

a low hum rumbled from the girls throat as she approached the principles office. it was dark and as she opened the door she expected the office be empty but instead she was met with the one person she had been trying to avoid the whole. what was Georgia doing there? she couldn't think of any reason.. oh shit.

the blonde turned around quickly but not quick enough because Samantha had seen her pocketing a couple twenties from the cash box. Samantha's eyebrows furrowed as she approached the woman. was she seeing correctly or was she just imagining this?

a thousand different thoughts were running through her head as the sight. Georgia Miller was stealing? why? didn't she have a job at the mayors office and aside from that lived in a huge ass house? she had even heard from her mom at one point that she had been married to a rich man but he had died and Samantha wasn't dumb, she knew that meant she'd most likely received most of his inheritance.

"sorry," Samantha finally mumbled snapping her eyes away from the box and to the blonde. "im gonna go" she said and began to turn around but that damn voice stopped her before she could get far.

"shouldn't i be the one avoiding you?" the woman said with a light chuckle. she was nervous. Samantha could tell by the way her voice broke slightly at the end of her sentence. that also means her making conversation now was just so she made sure Samantha hadn't seen anything which essentially she had. she knew that means Georgia would try to come up with some excuse - one that she didn't need.

"i won't tell anyone" Samantha said, completely ignoring the woman's statement. Georgias smile faltered for a second before it went be to normal, she chuckled softly.

"what do you mean?" she asked still trying to convey confusion and amusement at the same time.

Samantha sighed, "i didn't see anything" she said motioning the blondes hand that was still in her back pocket. "Nia is in charge of the funding, i'll just make it seem like less people came then what we had counted, i don't know" she shrugged hoping that would make the blonde stop worrying as much as she was in that moment.

Georgias amusement fell from her face and was replaced by confusion, "why?" she asked her country accent bleeding through strongly.

Samantha shrugged, "i don't know, why you need that is none of my business but it must be pretty big for you to be doing this" she said.

the blonde shook her head, "but-"

"it's cool" Samantha cut her off. "seriously, Georgia. do you know how much funding we get from the state every year? we seriously don't need any more money at this school, have you seen the budget our drama class has? it's more than most people's monthly salaries" she said making the blonde chuckle softly.

a thick silence fell over them and Samantha could tell Georgia was processing everything. she didn't need to know why, she was curious, sure, like any other person would be but she didn't need to know why she felt compelled to take the money. it wasn't any of her business.

"but why?" she blonde repeated with furrowed brows, still not able to understand why the teen would do this just to protect her.

Samantha chuckled softly, "i don't know" she shrugged, "but what i do know is that im privileged and i've never had to grow up worrying about money which is not something a lot of other people can say. this money won't be missed, not here so just take it" she said firmly.

a dozen different emotions flashed through Georgias eyes, confusion.. amusement.. amongst other things until finally realization. the raven haired girl was trying her best to reassure the blonde, even smiling softly to show how genuine she was being about keeping it a secret. she expected a lot of different reactions, maybe a thank you, not to tell anyone what they just talked about or maybe even anger but what she didn't expect - not in a million fucking years was for the blonde to push herself off from the desk and pull her into a kiss.

if she had paid attention closely enough she would've seen the way Georgias eyes would glance down at her lips as she talked or the way she'd looked at her with pure and utter need when she finished talking. if she had paid enough attention she would've have been surprised when she felt a pair of soft lips on hers.

Samantha gasped softly in surprise, she felt one of Georgias hands circle her waist whilst the other gripped onto her jaw softly. her shock passed as soon as it came, not wanting to miss this when she had been craving it since the last kiss they had shared. instead she brought her own hands up to the woman's arms where she gripped for support.

wet lips clashed against against on another, teeth hitting from the neediness of the kiss and their tongues gliding against another roughly. Samantha was beginning to feel light headed, her hands only gripped the woman's arms tighter. in a swift motion the blonde had turned them around so that Samantha was being pressed onto the principles desk. she whimpered softly at the rough contact against her buttocks but continued to move her lips roughly against the blondes.

the raven haired girl trailed her right hand up until she was met with the back of the blondes neck where she gripped it softly. Georgia smiled into the kiss causing their teeth to clash and the kiss to stop. she was breathing a bit unevenly, a lot better than Samantha was though. the shorter girls chest was heaving and she was trying her best to breathe in and out lowly so that the blonde couldn't hear how much the kiss had affected her.

"why'd you come here in the first place?" she asked lowly, her face still extremely close to the hispanic girl. Samantha glanced down at Georgias lips wanting nothing more than to feel them on her own once more.

"wanted a lighter" she responded making the blonde chuckle softly.

"you thought you'd find that here?" she asked with a raised brow. Samantha shrugged.

"hoped so"

the blonde hummed then leaned back in for another kiss erasing any thoughts that had formed in Samanthas head. she kissed back just as hurriedly and she felt the blonde push her hips up so that she would sit on the desk. the raven haired girl complied, even opened her legs to feel the blonde closer to her. Georgia took a step closer and grabbed one of the girls legs to wrap it around her waist, her mouth still moving hotly against the girls. Samantha could only think about how she'd probably have a bruise after from now hard she was being kissed. not that she was complaining.

that thought exited her brain almost a second later as the door opening earned girls attention. Samantha quickly shoved Georgia off and ducked down under the desk before anyone could see her. the blonde looked at the person who walked in and then glanced at Samantha slyly who was shaking her head rapidly.

Georgia took a step back, "Max?" she asked confused, the sight of the twin with teary eyes grabbing her attention.

Samantha's eyes widened and she cursed silently, of course wit had to be Max. it couldn't have been a completely random person. the girl looked up at Georgia who was trying her hardest not to bring the brunettes attention to her sister who was currently ducked down and hidden in the principals office because they had just made out.

"oh.." Samantha heard Max say lowly. "im sorry, i didn't mean to-" at her tone Samanthas brows furrowed in worry. she sounded like she had been crying. why the hell was she crying? god, if she and Georgia hadn't been in such a compromising position she would've already jumped up and out of her spot to demand answers.

"oh, honey" Georgia said softly and walked up to Max to pull her into a hug. "what happened?" she asked genuinely worried.

"i kissed a girl and .. she didn't like it" Max answered her voice breaking at the end of her sentence.

"oh" Georgia said lowly. she pulled away quickly after, "come on. come on." she said and helped the girl walk to the door. before the blonde could fully leave she glanced back at Samantha who was peaking through door way, she shot her a thumbs up before leaving her alone.

a breath of relief tumbled out of the girl as she leaned back against the desk. fuck. she'd deal with Maxine later but at the moment she had to find a lighter and go to her friends before they killed her.

when morning came and everyone was leaving the school Samantha was walking along with her friends. after her little run in with Georgia she went back to the classroom to her two friends that were a little buzzed. they smoke the three blunts between the two whilst Samantha paced herself feeling the need to be sober in case the two did something stupid. thankfully she did since her mom asked her to help make sure no one was fucking up the classrooms during the middle of the night.

Nia and Matthew both groaned at the light, the two were mixed between still drunk and hung over. they were both wearing sunglasses to shield themselves from the light whilst complaining every once in a while which would earn a lot of confused eyes. Samantha just laughed with a head shake as she led them to where Joe and Georgia were handing out burritos.

she had yet to tell them about the kiss, first they were both too drunk and then too high and now they were far too annoyed and would probably just end up over reacting and getting more attention than they already had. "hey" Joe smiled at the girl who smiled back. she knew Joe would never admit it but she always thought she was his favorite, not only had she been working with him since freshman year but she was also the kind of employee that he could joke around with and yet still wouldn't act as if they were friends outside of work or ask personal question during work hours

"hey, can i get two extra for the celebrities in the back?" she asked pointing at Matthew and Nia who were shielding themselves from the noise and the sun. he chuckled.

"sure" he said giving her two extras. she had tried her best to avoid Georgias eye but she could feel the blonde staring and it was impossible for her to not acknowledge her. Samantha turned to the blonde and shot her a small smile.

she didn't get the chance to see the way the blondes smile widened as she walked away to her friends and handed them each a burrito to which they immediately started praising her.

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Imagine Lyle’s human SO’s first time riding him (not first time together just the first time she’s on top) and she’s trying really hard to rush getting him in her but with the size difference it’s difficult, normally he’s on top and gives plenty of foreplay and warm ups and fingering etc, sees how hard she’s trying and says “easy girl, easy”, kisses “you’re going to hurt yourself”, kisses “slow down baby, I’m not going anywhere”, kisses, in a deep husky whisper holding her face

yesssss! Giggling and kickin my feet at this! Was going to keep for recom week but too excited to share this one.

RecomLyle x FemHumanReader

He was just so big. Literally everything about him was so big compared to you. Your neck craned to talk as you jogged to keep up with his long strides. Your arm held up so high just holding a couple fingers of his huge hand. His big mouth kissing at your chest as you struggled to even straddle him without your thighs burning.

You were certain he could fit your whole breast his mouth. The only reason he'd likely not was because of the slap it'd earn him. Still you were trying really hard today to be sexy. It'd worked so well, Lyle was always eager with you but today he was ravenous.

You'd worn your favourite set and a loose blouse to show it off that day. You loved the way his ears twitched and followed the sound of your heals. He was still turned at attention but they followed your movements behind him. You pretended to be working, filing things away.

Then he was dismissed and over to you like a shot. He leaned in against the wall, slumping down to bring his face closer to talk. You didn't miss the way his eyes kept darting to your chest, he had a pretty good view down your top.

Still you knew your audience and the next move would do it. You hummed a response before picking up a folder and turning around. You bent at the waist, pulling the low drawer open and flitting about in there. The effect was instant, hands already gripping your waist, moving to knead the pump flesh. Your too short skirt riding up flashing the lacy underwear and garter belt holding your stockings up.

"We gotta go. Now." Lyle breathed out.

He'd let you have the control you craved. Letting you push him back onto the bed (no way that shove actually made him fall.) Then you'd crawled up onto him, loving the way his pupils dilated at your sultry movements.

Now here you sat, hovering above him, trying so hard to just will him in. You breathed unsteadily, it wasn't the first time, far from it but it was your first on top. He'd made it seem so easy, despite the girth he slipped in so pleasantly.

You pressed yourself down, hissing out at the stretch. You pushed further, barley over the head but the sting was becoming too much. You whimpered at the pain, it wasn't like you weren't wet. God just thinking about it all day should've had you ready by now.

"Easy girl, easy" Lyle whispered, his hands shifting up your thighs to your hip. He sat up and stilled you, gripping the soft skin. He pulled himself out with a pop. You whined trying to press yourself back down again.

"I can take it baby, please?" You mewled. Lyle smiled, pulling you against his chest. Your hands rested on his firm shoulders, shuddering under his roaming palms. He kneaded your breast, lips pressing against your own.

You moaned against his mouth as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. His fangs gently nipping your lip. He pulled away, hooded eyes admiring you. You pushed your hips back, feeling his length against the curve of your ass. His breath stuttered, hands running back down to grip your hips.

You moved to shift back up again, to try slide down his cock but his hands remained firm.

“You’re going to hurt yourself” He cooed, leaning forward to nip love bites against your collar. You wriggled in his grip, trying to grind back against his twitching length. Surely he was just a desperate as you were, wouldn't he get bored.

As if feeling your worries Lyle stilled a second. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, smiling lazily at you. He leaned in to kiss you again, slowly, before shifting up your cheek pecking his way to your ear.

“Slow down baby, I’m not going anywhere” He let out a husky whisper in your ear. The vibrations of his chest shivering through you. He pulled back to meet your eyes, you nodded at him, resigning to taking things slow.

"I got an idea!" Lyle smirked before his hands scooped you up under the armpits. You squealed dangling in the air as he shifted his body lower.

Looking down Lyle smirked up at you, before dropping you on his face.

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