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frenchfrywrites · 2 months

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it keeps repeating, will you please complete me?

MINORS DNI

Warnings: top cis male reader (implied switch), bottom Leona Kingscholar, internalized homophobia, self discovery, mild angst maybe?, gay awakening, very lowkey armpit/scent kink (?), blowjobs, eating ass, safe sex (a lil? Could be safer lmao), situationship turned relationship

“You've been staring at me a lot lately,” you'd meant it playfully, flirting with him as you've been doing for months, finally working up the nerve to call him on it. It started with little glances now and then, but for the last few weeks he's hardly taken his eyes off you. You've jerked yourself off too many nights in a row thinking about his beautiful brown eyes staring you down in the locker room.

Leona only ever willingly studies if you're there with him. He's a godawful study partner, when he does cram with you. He'll do anything but study. Usually he sleeps or bitches about something unimportant, but today he's been gazing at you— nearly unblinking— for the last 5 minutes. It's distracting.

You'd meant it lightly, trying to be cute, expecting him to blush and confess, but Leona looks scared. So often he boasts about being a predator, but right now he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

“No I haven't,” he growls, “I'm not-” he swallows, his gaze hardening, “I haven't.”

This is not the reaction you'd thought you'd get, so your brows furrow in confusion.

“Uh yes you have? It's okay,” you smile, touching his hand with your own, “I've been looking too, you know” Leona jerks his hand away.

“I'm not gay,” he insists. And that makes you pause.

“I never said you were,” you reassure, “I only said you've been looking. That's okay,” relief slowly returns to his body. He clears his throat,

“Yeah? It's not weird?” He asks, sounding so unsure it makes your heart break. You remember this, what it felt like to start looking— so to speak— for the first time.

“Not at all. You can look all you want,” you hum, smiling softly, “I'd let you touch if you wanted, too,” you admit with a hum. Leona flushes, gazing at you openly now that he has permission.

The two of you leave it at that for now. You'll bet money that whatever this is will snowball into something more, but you're content if all he wants to do is look for now.

The conversation comes back up again, as you thought (hoped) it might. Leona comes to you after gym, once the locker room has been cleared out. His hair is up, which is an unnecessary detail to note, except for the fact that it makes him look all the more handsome in your eyes. It also reveals his face to you, leaving him nothing to hide behind.

He stands there silently for a second, completely still beside you, his gaze heavy and predatory. Your bag is packed, and you go to grab it and leave, since he hasn't said or done anything, but the sound of Leona's voice stops you.

“You said it was okay to touch.” It isn't a question. Confusion lasts for a second and then you're nodding, remembering exactly what it was that you said to him.

“Sure.” You set your bag down and turn to him, offering your body to his curious eyes and hands.

“It's fine, as long as we don't kiss,” he decides, placing his hands hesitantly on your pecs. You hum, absentmindedly. Whatever it takes not to scare him away.

“Take your shirt off,” he demands, tugging at the fabric. You do as you're told, your hands trembling slightly and your cheeks hot with flush.

Leona pokes and prods, pressing a finger against your nipple, cupping your chest like they’re boobs, feeling up your biceps, then lifting your arm to inspect your pits. He steps into your personal space— so close you could kiss him, but you won't— squinting at the hair there.

Then his face is pressed oh so close to your armpit, and he's smelling you. You almost can't believe that he's doing this and claiming not to be into you, or men in general. It takes everything in you not to laugh at how this seems like a bad gay porno come to life.

“You smell so much different than the girls I've been with,” he hums, pulling away to look at you as he says it.

“I imagine,” your voice comes out deep and quiet. Leona licks his lips, his tail flicking from side to side. Before you can say anything more he busies himself elsewhere, taking notice of your cock tenting your gym shorts.

He tugs your pants open, peering inside, then hums, impressed. He looks up at you, seemingly for permission; you nod, granting it.

Tugging your waistband down, he wraps his hand around your cock. You sigh softly, leaning against the lockers, and reaching out to hold onto his arm to ground yourself. As if magnetized to you, Leona leans further into your space, so close you can feel his breath against your skin as he holds you in his hand.

“It's weird touching another guy's…” he trails off, leaving the words unfinished as he rubs his thumb over your tip.

“None of the girls…” he trails off again, “well, maybe some of them did have dicks, I dunno,” he seems to be talking to himself, but you hum as if you're listening, “sometimes they just wanted to suck me off, y'know?” Your heartbeat is pounding so hard in your ears that you can barely even hear him, but you nod anyway. You choke on your spit before stammering,

“Is that something you'd want to do?” And you know you're pushing hard against the lines of the imagined box that Leona has trapped himself in, but the look he's giving you right now emboldens you.

He holds you tight in his fist, glaring you down, thinking it through, and then he's shrugging and falling to his knees before you.

“Whatever, sure,” he scoffs, “I just want to see what all the fuss is about.” You nearly laugh at that, instead giving him a sincere smile.

“Yeah, I get it,” you reach over to dig a condom out of your bag, “I like giving head,” you add, passing it to him. Shock morphs into frustration on Leona's face so quickly, if you blinked you would've missed it. He snatches the condom from your hand.

“Whose dicks are you sucking?” and oh, ain't that cute. He's jealous.

“Nun'ya,” Leona scoffs, and opens the condom, ignoring your bait. As he rolls the condom onto your length you mumble “nun'ya business,” to yourself, despite him not falling for your bit.

“If you keep annoying me, I'll bite you,” he threatens, smirking while showing off his canines. You tug on his hair, and Leona laughs out loud.

“So…” he hesitates now that he's so close to your cock, “what do I do?”

“What do you like?” you prompt, holding his head softly, mostly to have something to do with your sweaty, shaking hands. Leona returns his attention to your dick, sizing it up, before kissing his way from your tip down to the base. His hands station themselves awkwardly on your thighs, his thumbs digging into your inner thighs, causing a tingle to run along your skin.

Leona inhales your scent, completely beside himself, then sucks your head into his mouth. He'd joked earlier about his teeth, but he's very conscious of keeping them clear of your dick as he sinks you deeper into his throat.

He's a natural, taking you deep into his throat, sucking and swallowing around you like he's been dying to get a taste of you. His eyes flutter shut and his tail sways steadily from side to side as he begins to bob his head up and down along your length.

“Fuck,” you hiss, “feels good.” Leona hums at the praise, laving his tongue along the underside of your cock. He pulls up to suckle on your tip, taking a moment to catch his breath. His hand comes to stroke the bit of you that's not occupying his mouth.

You're unable to hold back soft moans and whimpers as he sucks you off, and they echo along the locker room walls. Thank god you're the only two in here.

Leona's quick to get you back down his throat, choking a bit along the way, but quickly recovering. If you weren't so focused on him you might've missed it, but you catch the soft purring coming from him. You rub the spot behind his ears, far too affectionate for what he's doing and how he came about doing it, but Leona leans into your touch, moaning along your length.

“Shit, I'm not gonna last much— hah — longer,” you confess. Leona hums in acknowledgement, bringing one hand to fondle your balls. “Leona,” you gasp, warning him as a shudder courses its way through your body, and then you curl forward, caging him in and holding his head flush against your cock while you fill the condom.

It's only when your body feels limp and sluggish with post-orgasmic haze that you release him and lean back against the lockers.

Leona coughs once your soft cock leaves his mouth, peeling off the condom, tying it off, before tossing it into the nearest trash can. You reach a hand out to help him up, and Leona takes it, shakily rising to his feet. He's hard, his cheeks flushed as he wipes drool from his chin. Pride is radiating from him as he gives you a smug grin.

“Yeah,” he coughs again, his voice thoroughly fucked, “I get why girls wanna do that.” Again, Leona doesn’t give you the chance to get a word in edgewise before he's turned around, and is swiftly making his way out of the locker room. “Thanks,” he calls just before the door can close behind him.

You stare at the door for a solid minute before tucking yourself back into your pants and sighing so loudly it echoes against the walls. You're so fucked for indulging in whatever the hell you've got going on with him. But if it leads to him blowing you more, you really can't complain.

“You said you suck dick?” Leona's question comes so suddenly out of nowhere, and he says it so nonchalantly that for a moment you honestly believe you've misheard him. The two of you are in the middle of a chess game in Leona's room, having not spoken about him sucking on your dick since it happened a couple of days ago. If it weren't for the evidence of your missing condom, you might've written it off as a particularly good and realistic wet dream.

“Yeah,” you move your rook, capturing his knight. Leona growls at your success, and goes quiet as he thinks. Naively, you assume that's the end of it.

“You'd suck mine?” he asks, finally moving his bishop near one of your pawns. It takes everything inside of you not to rush out a “yes,” showing him just how desperate you are. You pretend to think about it for a moment.

“Yeah,” you push your chair away from the table, “right now?” Leona shrugs,

“If you want to.” He sounds like he's doing you a favor, but his tail wagging excitedly and the excited grin on his face gives him away. He pushes his chair back and you get yourself between his legs.

Gently, you undo his pants, and pull his cock out. You drool, finally getting a good look at him. All you've had up until this point are crumbs, glances when he's changing before gym, and the tent you caught when he'd walked away with a hard on after sucking you off.

“Nice,” you hum, to quell any insecurity he may be having. Leona grins, his chest puffing up with pride. You stroke him to full hardness easily (a little too easily. You seriously wonder how long he's going to claim he's not into men).

“You got a condom?” you ask. Leona bristles,

“Shit—”

“When's the last time you had sex?” you ask, despite part of you not wanting to know the answer. He avoids eye contact,

“Been a couple'a months,” he huffs. You continue stroking him,

“You've gotten tested?” He nods,

“Yeah, 'm good,” you grin up at him,

“Me too,” you state before taking him into your mouth. Leona swears, his hands flying to your head. Hid dick may be impressive, but you're a good cocksucker, and take him down your throat with ease.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, staring down at you with wide eyes as you start sucking him off properly. Your hands roam, massaging his hairy thighs, rubbing circles into his flesh as you drool and swallow along his length. Even if you weren't harboring a dangerous crush on him, you think you'd worship Leona's cock all the same; his dick fits so nicely in your mouth, and his reactions have you hard and leaking in your pants, it'd only make sense to give him your best.

He's moaning your name, his voice cracking and pleading, leaking pre into your mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily, his hands tight on your head, purring up a storm. Selfishly, you want him changed from your blowjob. You don't want him looking at girls any more, you want him addicted to your mouth. You want to do something special for him.

You pull off his cock suddenly, and Leona whines openly, a “please,” nearly falling from his lips. He swallows his words when you rub his tip against your lips, stroking him, then kissing his groin. Your other hand, the one not stroking his cock, presses lightly against his rim.

Leona twitches, looking down at you with wide eyes. He looks fucked dumb just from having your mouth on him. Sweat drenched hair clings to his forehead, his mouth is open and panting, his chest heaving.

“Anyone ever put their mouth here?” you purr. Leona shakes his head dumbly. “Want me to?” He audibly gulps before nodding.

With his permission, you nestle yourself under his dick, and lick his hole.

“Fuck” he gasps, pre leaks like a faucet from his tip as you lick and massage his rim. You get him wet with saliva and drool. It'd be better with lube, and you'll apologize for the dull ache that will come later, but you're able to slip in a finger. At first, Leona tenses at the intrusion, and then as you lick and wiggle your finger he relaxes and opens up for you. He melts into the chair, his cock twitching as you continue to stroke him off.

He's close, and you'd rather not get cum in your hair or on your face, so you keep fingering him as your mouth returns to his cock. You take him down your throat, and curl your finger towards his prostate.

“Fuck— fuck, oh god, cumming, gonna cum, ah,” his orgasm must've sneaked up on him, because that's all the warning you get before he's filling your mouth. He flutters around your finger, his hips weakly thrusting his cock further down your throat as he rides out his orgasm. You steal a glance up at him as you swallow his cum, and you know you're going to be committing his face to memory, and jacking off thinking about it later.

“Off,” he murmurs softly once he goes soft in your mouth. You let his cock out of your mouth slowly, gently pulling your finger from his ass.

“Good?” you check, doing him the favor of pulling his pants up. Leona wipes the sweat from his brow, nodding.

“Yeah, you were alright,” he states. You laugh (because you know damn well that was better than “alright”) getting to your feet. Leona immediately looks at your hard cock tenting your pants. You almost expect him to ask to return the favor, but he pulls his gaze away from you, and back to the chessboard.

“Your turn,” he mumbles.

With a smile, you sit back down in your chair, and think about everything and anything that'd make your erection go away.

It only takes a day for Leona to knock on your door. He looks slightly awkward, a little embarrassed, but not ashamed.

“Can I come in?” he asks. You step back to let him in. He's quiet for a good second, avoiding eye contact.

“I can't stop thinking about it,” he finally states.

“It” of course being your finger in his ass.

“Neither could I, when I first tried anal,” you admit, plopping yourself down on a chair in the living room. Leona follows you, sitting stiffly on a chair close to yours. His typical lazy attitude is all gone right now, and honestly it's a little unsettling.

“You've tried it?” He asks.

You give him a look, one that says “are you kidding?” without you ever having to say the words. Leona huffs, knowing the question was a dumb one.

“How 'm I supposed to know you bottom,” he mumbles to himself, then turns to you, trying (and failing) to look smug and confident, “can I fuck you?” His lack of tact makes you crinkle your nose with ire.

“No,” you pause for a moment, considering it, imagining it. Your cock twitches with interest. “Not yet at least. You've done enough of sticking your dick in holes,” and now Leona's looking more comfortable. He looks hungry, staring you down. You try not to think too hard about how that’s all this all started.

“Anyways,” you rest your head on your hand, looking him down, “aren't you here to get fucked?” He chokes on his spit,

“No,” he snaps, then swallows and looks away, “I mean, I don't know, maybe?” and then he's looking at you all hopeful. He's so cute it makes you want to scream.

“C'mere,” you pat your lap, testing him. Leona does as he's told, straddling you, clearly very unsure of himself. You can't have that.

You let one hand hold his thigh gently, as one goes to touch the spot behind his ear, the place you petted when he sucked you off and purred. That seems to calm him down a bit, and he looks at you expectantly.

“Listen, if you want this, that's alright, but you gotta stop pretending you're something you're not,” Leona bites his lip, “I don't want you acting like you don't want this.” He nods, understanding. He swallows heavily,

“I don't know what I am,” he confesses quietly, barely above a whisper, “I don't know, I just know I—” he nearly looks like he's going to bolt. “I just like you, and I like how you make me feel. I want this,” with a shaky breath he continues, “I want you to fuck me.” You give him a reassuring smile,

“That's all I needed to hear, sweetheart,” Leona visibly relaxes at the pet name, “you don't have to know what you are, or whatever, I just needed to hear you be honest with yourself,”

“Fuckin' corny,” he huffs, but he's smiling down at you, more relaxed than you've seen him in weeks. You think he needed to be honest with himself more than you needed to hear it. You squeeze his thigh and ignore his comment,

“I like you too, and I want to kiss you,” you add. Leona nods, leaning down to capture your lips. It's sweet, and you're grateful you're able to do this before you fuck him stupid.

He takes the lead, deepening the kiss by licking against your lips. You tug on his hair, pressing your tongue into his mouth, licking inside until the two of you are panting. When you pull back to get a good look at him, a string of saliva connects your mouths. Leona's pupils are blown wide, and his hands hold onto the front of your shirt.

“I couldn't stop thinking about your mouth,” he whispers, whimpering when your hand comes down from his head to cup his face. He leans into your touch, opening his mouth when you press your finger against his bottom lip.

It's astounding how much more eager and pliant he is now that he's open with how he feels. He wants you bad, and it's obvious.

“Tell me more,” you prompt, caressing his face as your other hand presses against the tent in the front of his pants.

“As soon as you left, I had to jerk off again. I—” he hiccups a moan, grinding into your touch, “I tried to put my fingers inside again, but it didn't feel the same. It was good, but not enough,” his claws dig into the fabric of your shirt.

“Cute,” you murmur, and Leona's eyes widen. You wonder if any of the girls he's slept with ever dared to call him cute before. “I wanna take my time with you,” Leona whines at this, shaking his head in protest, “hey,” you squeeze his cock roughly, and he keens, “I said I want to take my time with you, but I guess I'll go slow next time, because you're aching for it, huh darling?” you coo, teasing him. Leona nods all the same, letting out a purr at the promise of a next time.

“You've waited so long already, haven't you?” you murmur, tugging on the hem of his shirt. Leona practically tears it off for you. The hand that was on his face moves to play with one of his nipples as you kiss him again.

“Fuck me,” he demands, against your lips, “fuckin' please,” he adds, halfheartedly.

“Get undressed for me,” you help him off your lap, smirking at how he takes a moment to find the strength to stand, and leave him— with a kiss before you go of course— to grab condoms and lube. Before you know it, you're naked on the chair, with Leona in your lap, holding onto your shoulders, slightly digging his nails into your skin.

“Alright baby, lift your hips a bit,” you instruct, so you can slip your now lubed fingers between his cheeks. Leona does as he's told, sighing when you press your fingers against his hole.

“Gotta relax,” you remind him, moving his hair to the side so you can kiss at the place where his shoulder and neck meet. Leona wraps his arms further around your neck and slumps his weight against you, his cock hard and leaking against your abdomen.

“Yes,” he gasps as one finger slips past his tight ring of muscle and inside of him. “Yeah,” he moans, as it sinks deeper into him. You rub and press against his insides, and it's not long before you can slip in another finger.

“Ungh,’ he chokes when you scissor and fuck your fingers deeper into him, curling into his prostate, “yeah, yeah, more, fuck,” he babbles, grinding himself against your hand. His tail flicks from side to side, and he nuzzles into your skin, letting his canines graze your flesh as you stretch him open for your cock.

“Fuck me, I want it, I need it, please,” he whines once you get a third finger inside of him.

“Just a little longer,” you promise, feeling him rut and leak against your stomach. Leona growls, his patience running thin. You keep your word, and after a minute or so you slowly slip your fingers from him.

Leona sits back on your lap, quickly tearing open a condom and sliding it over your cock. He messily slathers lube along your shaft and then hoists himself up. With your help, your cock slides between his ass, and the tip presses against his hole.

“Let me know if it hurts,” you state, kissing his cheek gently. Leona purrs, lowering himself onto your cock. He cries out when the tip of your cock pops into him, and slides down fairly quickly onto your dick. He takes it like a champ, gasping and moaning like a bitch in heat as you fill him up.

“Oh my god,” he whispers once he's fully seated in your lap. You bite your lip, using every inch of energy to not thrust your hips up and fuck him. You let him adjust to the sensation.

Leona clings to you, panting, eyes wide. “Oh my god,” he whines again, “there's so much— it feels so— hah,” he buries his face into your shoulder, moaning your name, “move, please, fuck me,” he begs softly.

“Leona,” you moan, holding his hips gently and bucking your hips into him. Leona goes limp on top of you, which you expected. Part of you wishes you'd moved this to the bedroom, that you had him in missionary, or even doggy style instead, because fucking him like this is a lot of work. Luckily, you don’t think either of you will last long.

“You’re doing so well for me,” you pant, squeezing and massaging his hips, “taking me so good, like you’re made for takin’ my dick, baby,” Leona flutters around you, keening at that. He’s purring and moaning and drooling on your shoulder, taking all you give him.

It doesn’t take long at all for Leona. You wonder if he’ll be embarrassed about it later, but he cums within minutes, without warning, spilling all over your stomach with a weak moan of your name. You fuck him through it, and then still when he shivers. He moans, then whines, then finally groans,

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ take your cock out of me.” Your hips twitch at his words, and lust pools within your loins. You don’t know how long you sit like that, with Leona warming your cock, catching his breath.

“Keep fucking me,” it’s supposed to come off like a demand, but it sounds more like a plea. You obey, slowly fucking him, getting closer and closer to finishing. “Cum, inside of me, fuck me ‘til–” he chokes as your head brushes against his prostate, “until you’ve cum, fuck me,” he moans.

“Gonna-ah cum,” you murmur, as you fuck him faster with each thrust, chasing your orgasm. Leona whimpers,

“Please,” and it sends you over, lodging yourself deep inside of him and fucking your cum into the condom.

“Good?” you ask once your hips still and you find your voice again. Leona nods,

“Yeah, I guess,” he finally dislodges himself from your shoulder, leaning back and smiling at you, “I don’t know though. Maybe you should fuck me again so I can see if I really like it or not,” he flips his hair over his shoulder, and you’re half surprised he doesn’t wink to really sell the act he’s putting on.

“You’re lucky I like you,” you huff, slapping his thigh gently. Leona laughs, his nose scrunching up cutely. “Let me clean you up, and then I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.”

Leona stops laughing at that, and instead licks his lips. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says gruffly, sealing the promise by leaning in and kissing you.

#cw internalized homophobia #cw situationship #bottom leona kingscholar #spice #daylight savings fucking saved me yall istg its the only reason i got possessed to write this much #the winter depression is over <3 spring and love is here #PLEASE let me know if this needs other warnings i think i caught everything but idk #dont think too much abt the title its just lyrics from a nin song bc i cant think of anything clever

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maestriovermind · 6 months

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Forgetful One, Aren't You?

I've drawn this piece and written a short piece of fiction to accompany it, I hope you like them. Story is under the bar.

Content warnings: hypnosis, cnc, amnesia play, certain things may be untagged so proceed with caution

I stepped tentatively into the room. My eyes darted around the environment, taking in the unfamiliar arrangement of furnishings around the room, and the unfamiliar woman sitting on the couch with a small novel in her hands. She did not look up as I entered the room, and I cautiously looked at her as something clicked in the back of my head- a note of recognition. Out of everything that I'd encountered in this strange building, her appearance was the only thing ringing any bells.

"E- excuse me, ma'am. I was hoping that you could tell me where I was?"

She looked up from her book, a gentle, knowing smile on her face. Placing a marker in the novel, she set it on the table next to the couch and beckoned me forward. Almost automatically, my body moved without me really thinking about it, until I stood right next to her, as if I was at attention.

"I- what was-"

"Sh. Hush now, dear one."

My lips were mechanically shut as I immediately stopped talking.

"Good." She smiled. "Now, have you forgotten yourself, again? What was it this time?"

I looked at her, blinking.

"Ah. Yes. You do not remember. I suppose that's my fault. Hm hm. Ah... Regardless, my dear, I think it would be useful if you did something for me. Can you do that? Speak."

"Of course, ma'am." I spoke automatically. Without thinking. Something about the idea of doing something without thinking made me take pause, for just a moment, and my cheeks flushed.

She smiled knowingly.

"I'd like for you to look at my finger, for a moment. Follow it with your eyes." She lifted her hand, and my eyes followed it as it swirled through the air.

Something about this made me feel comforted. Relaxed. It was familiar, in a way that made me feel safe and happy. A way that made me want to keep watching her finger as it went around, and around, and reached down to the boob window in her sweater, tracing her generous cleavage.

As her finger touches her sizeable chest, my eyes switch focus for a moment, flickering from her finger to her tits, but this doesn't last very long, as she suddenly pulls the window to one side, letting one of her breasts heave out of the front of her sweater.

As if by instinct, my eyes fixate on her nipple, taking in every speckle of her areola, and noticing how the breast-flesh melts into her hand. She's saying words, but all that matters in this moment is her breasts, her exposed nipple, and that I continue to not look away from it.

The world bends around her breast, and I bend my knee, my eyes fixed on her, and only her. My world is her- there is nothing else, nobody else, not even the room I'm kneeling in registers in my mind, I simply exist in a state of reverence towards her.

She pulls her other breast out of her sweater, playing with them in front of my eyes. They swirl around my thoughts, turning them into clay that she can shape and mold. I find myself forgetting what I was even doing to begin with, what I was motivated by in this moment, and remember that my true purpose in this life is to-

I blink. Her breasts are inside her sweater, and I'm sitting next to her on the couch, my head on her shoulder.

"Oh, baby, did you fall asleep again? You gotta stop dozing off like that."

I sit up straight and stretch, yawning.

"I had such a strange dream, you know. You were hypnotizing me with your breasts again, and I couldn't remember anything, and-"

"Oh, you and your dreams about hypnosis. You know hypnosis isn't real, right? You think somebody can tell you to forget to remember something and you won't remember it anymore? Heh."

"I- I don't-" I blinked. Hypnosis was real. She'd hypnotized me several times, hadn't she? Or had those been dreams too?

"You're silly. Is this you just trying to get me to show you my tits?"

I blushed, thinking about my dream.

"Oooh, you're going to instantly drop into a deeep trance when I pull my sweater open, just like this!"

She deftly pulled her breasts out of her top, and I gaped at them as my thoughts fell out of my head.

"See? Told you hypnosis was fake. You're just playing along, doing whatever I tell you is fun, right? Nod your head."

I nod and smile. Of course it's fun! I love doing what she tells me.

"Good, good. Now, my dear, you're going to tell me how I'm right, and hypnosis is completely fake, aren't you?"

I nod again, smiling dumbly, a bit of drool trickling down my lip.

She gently puts her breasts back in her top, and I speak.

"Oh, hypnosis is completely fake. You're so right. I can't believe I forgot how fake it was. Thanks for reminding me."

"Forgetful one, aren't you?" She grins, giving me a hug. "Now, go get some water, my dear. It's been a bit since you've had some."

She's right. I need some water.

And so do you, reading this long story. Don't have water already? Go get some. Either way, thanks for reading, friend!

#cw hypnosis #hypnosis #hypnok1nk #my art #my writing

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harveyguilleniconodelamoda · 25 days

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Guillermo's Green Wedding Suit

Ever since I first saw WWDITS 4x06: The Wedding, I have been entranced by Guillermo's suit. Not just because of the way it almost seems to match Nandor's outfit better than his actual bride's dress--that's a post for another time, and possibly a different blog--but also because of how such a deceptively simple outfit manages to stand out in an episode filled to the brim with incredible outfits.

It's just a suit, right? Next to Nandor's glittering ensemble, Marwa's silver-and-gold embellished gown, Baron Afanas's scarlet robes, and the dramatic getups of every other vampire in attendance, a simple suit shouldn't really stand out! But it does, and I think the reasons can be found by taking a closer look at all the highly specific details. Because this suit in fact is not "just a suit."

There are so many small touches and elegant flourishes that make it stand out not just from the other costumes in the episode, but from every other similar suit I've been able to find. Because dear readers, this one has truly stumped me in its sheer specificity. In fact it's so specific that I have to wonder if it was made completely from the ground up for the show (as opposed to being modified from a pre-existing base garment, the way Marwa's wedding gown was). Nearly every detail seems to have been chosen carefully with both the character and the occasion in mind.

The Jacket

First, we have a double-breasted tuxedo jacket with peaked lapels. A tuxedo jacket can be single or double breasted, but a double-breasted jacket is considered more formal whereas single-breasted jackets can be formal or more casual, depending on additional details and what it's worn with.

In addition, tuxedos can have notched, shawl, or peaked lapels, though it's worth noting that for a double-breasted jacket, you'll almost always find only peaked or shawl lapels.

Peaked lapels are considered the most formal, whereas notched lapels are considered the least formal. Shawl lapels fall somewhere in the middle, lending an air of sophistication and elegance without the rigid traditionalism of the peaked lapel. For me, when I think of a shawl lapel I think of like, a wealthy and debonair antagonist in a black-and-white movie. Vincent Price staging an elaborate haunted mansion ruse just to off his wife, that sort of thing (though I think he actually wore a jacket with a notched collar for most of that film, but I digress).

The peaked lapel also tends to be very wide and takes up a significant amount of space on the chest, which can look a bit ostentatious in some cases. On Harvey, however, the wide, peaked lapel feels balanced and elegant on the double-breasted jacket. It also serves to accentuate his broad shoulders and chest, which really gives him added presence in a room where it would be all too easy for him to fade into the background with everything going on around him.

Lastly, lapels are traditionally either the same fabric as the rest of the suit, or faced with satin. In this case, it appears the lapels are the same fabric in a contrasting color, which is a sophisticated choice that pops without being overly showy.

Now on to the pockets! Generally, there are three types of suit pockets: flap, patch, and besom. There's also an optional ticket pocket, which is typically on the right slightly above the regular pocket. But this suit clearly lacks a ticket pocket, so we won't go into that here.

For the main two pockets near the waist, the patch pocket is pretty informal and would be unlikely to appear on a double-breasted tuxedo jacket. Flap pockets are more traditional and common, and besom pockets are more modern and give a sleeker overall line. Besom pockets are usually my preference for this reason, but this suit has the more common flap pockets, which I think works given the overall traditional design of the jacket in other respects.

This continues with the buttons on the jacket's sleeves. Suit jackets can have between one and four sleeve buttons, with one button being considered the most casual option, and four being the most formal. Guillermo's jacket has four buttons on the sleeves, again the most formal option. The buttons--on both the sleeves and the front of the jacket--appear to be fabric-covered shank buttons, which are a popular choice for formal wear.

So for Nandor's wedding, Guillermo has gone with the most formal and traditional options available at every turn so far. This makes sense, given this is not only a wedding, but the wedding of a very old vampire...and someone Guillermo cares a great deal about. Given how much work Guillermo puts into making Nandor's wedding perfect, it only makes sense he would want to be dressed appropriately for the occasion himself.

The fit of the jacket is impeccable as well. Notice in the photos at the top and bottom of this post, how smoothly the fabric falls over Harvey's chest and shoulders, with no bunching, gaping, or stressed seams under the arms or across the chest. The jacket's inset sleeves help with this, creating a powerful and masculine silhouette with clean lines. Note, too, how the sleeves of the jacket fall precisely where they're meant to, hitting just at the bend in the wrist and showing just a peak of the sleeve of the sweater underneath.

The Pants

When I was researching suit pants I thought for sure these would be pleated pants, but I was surprised!

Pleats on the front of men's pants are there to accommodate wider waists, rounder hips or thicker thighs, and larger posteriors. The addition of pleats helps to facilitate a comfortable fit that allows for easier movement, as well as to avoid gaping of the pockets and stress on the seams when sitting. Though the extra fabric required can create more bulk on a thin frame, pleats can actually help to maintain a cleaner, more streamlined appearance for anyone else as the wearer moves, stands, sits, bends, etc. Pleats are also generally more traditional and formal than flat front pants, to the point of even being considered old-fashioned and stodgy by today's standards. Flat front pants are considered more modern and fashionable.

What's surprising is that Harvey's suit pants appear to be flat front instead of pleated. Given how traditional and formal the jacket is, I expected the pants to follow suit (hah). But in this photo from Harvey's Instagram account, the jacket is off and you can clearly see the front of the pants, which are high-waisted and appear to have no pleats at all.

What I find impressive is the overall tailoring of the pants. Given my research on the purpose of pleats, I would expect flat front pants to present some fit issues with Harvey's curves. But these pants fit him beautifully, front and back. My guess (and my limited experience with wearing men's trousers on my curvy body does bear this out) is that the high waist--which itself is a more old-fashioned style for men's trousers that lends a vintage feel to the ensemble, especially with the jacket removed--helps to alleviate these concerns. The high waist also contributes to that vintage, classic feel that the jacket evokes.

The Color

The suit is a deep, saturated, mossy green with warm undertones. Green suits are having a moment right now, providing a welcome alternative to the traditional black or navy options. Green is part of the natural color pallet, and is a popular choice for outdoor or otherwise non-conventional weddings.

This shade looks incredible on Harvey, bringing out the golden tones in his skin while really emphasizing the warm red undertones in his hair and eyes. It's far more subtle than the bright emerald greens currently on the market, and far richer than the almost khaki army greens I could find as well. This moody, earthy color stands out while also feeling grounded against the bright backdrop of a vampire wedding, which works beautifully given how Guillermo is a grounding force for Nandor throughout the episode.

The Fabric

The suit is made of a fabric that looks to be both heavy and soft, potentially wrinkle-resistant--a highly practical choice given everything Guillermo was likely doing that day as both the best man and wedding planner. It looks too sturdy to be a ponte fabric, though ponte is ubiquitous when it comes to plus sized suiting (again, I speak from regretful experience). It's too wrinkle-free to be twill, too smooth in texture to be tweed, and in some shots seems to almost have a suede-like finish. It also looks to be much more of a winter suit than a summer one, which makes sense given the show often takes place in fall and winter.

I've scoured the internet, Laura Montgomery's Instagram, and anything else I could think of for information on what this suit is actually made of, to no avail. For now, it will remain a mystery. If you have ideas, feel free to leave them in the replies or a reblog!

The Shirt

The one place Guillermo breaks completely from tradition is in the shirt he wears with the suit. Instead of the standard tuxedo button-up and bow tie you'd expect with the exceedingly formal jacket, Guillermo wears a cream-colored turtleneck of what looks to be a light cashmere, with a ribbed collar and cuffs and no tie at all. This single departure from formality and tradition modernizes the entire ensemble and ties it more closely into Guillermo's everyday, sweater-based style. Additionally, keeping Guillermo's neck covered in a house full of unknown vampires is just practical, a great way to help avoid having to stake anyone at his Master's wedding. Speaking again of Vincent Price, the sweater reminds me of this shot:

Actually...looking at how Guillermo's hair is styled for the wedding, I now have to wonder if that was intentional. Evoking Price is certainly a great way to combine vampire-appropriate spookiness and wedding-appropriate vintage glamour at the same time! But I digress.

The texture of the sweater contrasts with the texture of the suit, adding depth and an almost cozy feel without dressing the outfit down at all. Warm, soft, cozy, earthy...Guillermo really is dressed like the personification of hearth and home, security and stability...in an episode where Nandor is marrying someone else he doesn't truly love in search of exactly that (there I go again, diving off into the symbolism).

Accessories

The Y suspenders that fasten to buttons on the inside of the waistband of the pants are more expensive and formal than clip-on suspenders, but also much sturdier and less likely to come undone. This is less wedding-specific and more a staple of Guillermo's overall style since season 3. His wardrobe has always been full of sturdy, hard-wearing pieces, but an added layer of practicality has crept in since he found he was a vampire slayer. His clothes need to be something he can move in without worry of either restriction or being tripped up, so he has incorporated little accessories that help with this. He's traded soft loafers in for sturdy boots, sweaters in (sometimes) for hard-wearing work vests, and he's added accessories such as suspenders which help keep his clothes securely in place so he doesn't have to worry about them when he's working or fighting. In this case, it's a solid choice because he could potentially have to do either one, if any of Nandor's fears about saboteurs had turned out to have any merit.

I only have one shot that shows the shoes worn with this suit, but they appear to be black leather dress loafers with a silver accent of some kind on the tongue.

I'll be honest: this is the one detail of the outfit I didn't love. I know it's done nowadays to mix metals in a single outfit, and I think it can be done well and look really beautiful in some instances. In this case, though, it kind of just looks like Guillermo grabbed his one single pair of dressy shoes without regard to how well they actually matched his outfit. But this doesn't seem to jive with the intentionality of the rest of the outfit at all. The choice of a loafer does lean into that debonair, old Hollywood glamour effect, but the silver accent clashes with everything else. With Guillermo decked out in warmth from head to toe, that pop of cold just feels like an odd choice.

This could, of course, be a character choice. It could even be meant to mirror the silver and gold accents on Marwa's dress. But looking at it purely as an outfit, I don't think the shoes work.

The gold watch, on the other hand, is a beautiful addition. It's clearly a flex of Guillermo's newfound financial stability, but it's also a beautiful piece of jewelry that sets off the warmth of the green suit. It's a touch of luxury on an otherwise understated outfit that goes very well, in my opinion.

Lastly, Guillermo appears to wear his regular, everyday glasses here. The round frames, while a bit old-fashioned generally speaking, go well with the traditional, vintage feel of the ensemble.

Affordable Options

Unfortunately the chances of getting a suit for under $100 are slim to none if you want anything that doesn't look like it came from the discount section of a Spirit Halloween, especially when you're trying to find something as specific and detailed as this.

That being said, green suits are currently very in style, so I've gathered as many options in the same vein as I could find and listed them for you here.

Green double-breasted tuxedo with velvet peak lapel - $249 from Perfect Tux (sizes up to 42 waist at regular price, +$10 for additional sizes up to 50 waist)

Men's green double-breasted suit with peak lapel - $83.65 from manswiersuit on eBay (sizes up to 52 waist available, with custom sizing offered at an additional cost)

Statement men's hunter green vested tuxedo with black trim shawl lapel - $249.99 from Karako Suits (sizes up to 52 Long)

Sand cashmere turtleneck - $199 from John Henric (sizes up to XXL)

Cashmere company turtleneck - $102 from Yoox (size 44 currently available)

All year round turtleneck sweater - $59 from Franky Fashion (sizes up to 6X, only S, XXL, XXXL, and 4X currently available)

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And they were ROOMmates, cht 2

cht list: (1) (2) (3) (4)

a/n: thank you to everyone who left such encouraging messages on the first part of this. Ah ha, so like I said, I lost the rest of the outline for this story, and can’t remember where I was supposed to be going with it, but people said they would be interested in more, so here’s more! I’ve got a general idea of where I want to take this, but im writing without much of a plan! sort of how soul eater was fking written anyway Hopefully, it’s still enjoyable!

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Above Soul, there was a fluorescent light that needed replacing. The light flickered off-beat with the high-pitched buzz of the dying bulb, and at odd intervals, the room would dim before filling with an irritatingly bright, white light. He stared absently ahead, slouching in his seat. For the most part, the white walls, white light, and now, what he accepted as a white noise stood in the peripheral of his attention.

His eyes flickered to the clock nailed to the wall above the door before leaning over the hospital bed to rest a hand right below Maka's chest. He had been conscious of her breathing since the fight, checking it on the hour almost every hour. He sat completely still, holding his breath, afraid he'd somehow steal the oxygen away from her, as he felt her diaphragm rise and fall. He counted three slow inhales and three slow exhales before he allowed himself to suck in a greedy breath of his own.

He had no reason to be doing so. Logically, Maka was quite alive and hooked up to a monitor here, at one of DWMA's clinics, but there was this little needling voice in the back of his mind that would whisper differently, the tone of which was almost as high-pitched as the buzzing lights above him.

"You're touching my boob."

"Can't touch something that isn't there." He shot back without startling, "How are you feeling?"

Maka groaned, her eyes fluttering open, "Just kill me."

He didn't bother hiding how he smiled as he shook his head, "Drama much?"

"You'd think with everything we've been through, they'd, you know," She waved a bandaged hand in the air, "go easy on the bed rest stuff. I'm fine."

"You'd think after everything we've been through, you'd go easy on the almost dying stuff."

"Okay," She let her head fall back onto the pillow, "noted. I'll admit this hasn't been my…best moment, but death do me in, I was dealing with Oxford!"

He also didn't bother to hide the way he rolled his eyes, "Yeah, he's a brat, Maka, but he's not worth two ribs, a leg, and, well, I guess there was never any helping that face of yours, was there?"

"Har. Har." She sighed, then said, "Noise isn't so bad anymore, but I could do without all the light."

"They won't let me turn this shit off," He grunted, glaring at the door where the nurses popped their heads in from time to time, "but I'll bring your eye mask with me tomorrow. On your nightstand, right?"

"Hanging on one of my bed posts," She corrected, covering her eyes with the crook of her arm. "Sorry, I can't remember which one."

"Don't worry about it." He stood up, placing their duffle bag on the bed, "I've got your book still. Do you want that, or…?"

She shook her head, "It'll just give me a headache."

"Right," He nodded, toeing the ground. "Do you want me to go to the café, get you something not-disgusting to eat?"

"If you did, I'd probably love you forever."

"Pfft, is that all it takes?"

She smirked, lifting her arm off her face, "What can I say? I'm a woman of simple tastes."

After a three-beat pause, he fixed her with a look and asked, "Can I get that in writing?"

"Hey!" She huffed, chucking a pillow at him.

He dodged it easily, "Good luck picking that up by yourself."

"Soul!" Maka called out after him as he walked out of the room, snickering. He was halfway out the door when she spoke again, "Uh, hey, wait, Soul?"

He poked his head back into the room, and his smile faded when he saw the way she had crowded in on herself, "Yeah? What's up?"

She fiddled with the blankets in her lap, "Well, are you alright?"

"I'm not the one in a hospital."

She snorted and looked up. She had that look on her face, still kind but closed-off, staring at him like he was a puzzle she couldn't quite figure out, "I know that, but I mean, in general? You've been a little in your head lately." She pressed her lips together as her eyebrows furrowed, "Wanna…wanna talk about it?"

His heart dropped.

"I'm good, Maka. I'm okay."

"It's just with Harvar—"

"—he just pissed me off, that's all. He's an ass, and 'sides," he shrugged, "I was worried and stuff about you." Her face softened, and he glanced away, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden, "Sheesh, don't give me that look. Are you seriously surprised?"

He didn't stick around for her response. Instead, he shoved his fists into his pockets and stalked down the hallway. Guilt did a number on his gut. Lying to Maka, even the innocent 'no-we're-not-throwing-a-surprise-party-for-you' kinda shit always messed him up, but he didn't know what else to say or do.

A short elevator ride later, he stepped into the clinic's café line, gnawing on the inside of his cheeks in thought. This was all Harvar's fault, or not so much Harvar, but the shit he had said was all Soul could think about. And usually, he did such a good job of not thinking about it that all the thinking about it was—

"Hey, aren't you that kid?" The guy behind the counter asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Soul blinked. The line had moved quicker than he had expected.

"Hm?" He looked at the large guy looming before him, "Sorry, what?"

"That kid! You're that kid, right? The new Death Scythe? I've seen you on the news with the Death Lord and the pigtails girl, you know, the one who was involved in all that moon stuff. Nasty business, that moon stuff. I was committed for a few years after all that, got some of the moon crazy." The man's eye twitched as his smile spread just a little further than humanly possible up his face, "I'm good now, of course."

Soul eyed the guy carefully, "And you're working at a clinic?"

"Applied for that program, you know, the Death Lord initiative helpin' with all the moon—" the man circled a finger next to his head, "—got this job with it!"

"Well, I can't see how that'll backfire on us," He drawled, mostly to himself, before uttering a small "congrats."

The man preened, "Real nice seein' a Death Scythe, never got to thank anyone, you know, none of my letters ever made it past censor for some reason. Say what you doin' here?"

"The ambiance, I guess," He pointed to the menu, noticing how he was holding up the line, "listen, can I just get a—"

If possible, the man's smile grew wider, "I like it too. Good energy. Death and sickness. That girl, she's here, right now, isn't she, pigtails? That's—" He laughed, "—that's probably why you're actually here. I heard the gossip this morning! Nasty business dealing with that monster! If it wasn't for pigtails, I'd just be another version of that guy! I'll have to stop by her room, huh? This morning when I heard what all the buzz was about, I asked, I said, hey! What room's she in, and they all said, that's inappropriate, but I just want to say thanks, you know, for what she's done! That's not so bad, is it?"

Soul narrowed his eyes but chose not to respond. He knew this guy's type. Madness was hard to recover from, and most people couldn't do it. Many people were like this guy, half there, half not, living a convincingly everyday life until something pushed them over the edge. Anything could do it, but from Soul's observations (and experience), it was always some sort of invocation of fear.

Thanks, of course, to Asura for that. A real cool guy, that one.

A lot of times, these people didn't know they were still under the heavy effects of madness until they were standing smack dab in the middle of their living room, surrounded by the bodies of their dead loved ones. To say the least, it wasn't a good time for anyone involved, and for the past few years, it had been his and Maka's line of work, given that she thought Crona, and therefore the Moon, was her doing and responsibility.

"I mean, she fixed everything! Can't say anything was ever broken," The guy behind the counter laughed harder, pounding his fist onto the prep counter off-beat with his belly laugh, "but hey, you know, I ain't no shrink! But seriously, it's got me all frazzled," The man leaned completely over the plastic display window so his face was close enough to Soul's that he could no longer politely ignore his breath, "cause she's here, but no one's fucking telling me where she's at. Guy can't live like that, you know, me and her, we've got something special, and I can't even see her!? What the fuck is that all about?"

Soul pushed the man's nose away with the tip of his finger, "Back up—" He peered at the nametag on his left breast pocket, "—Marc, you're starting to really piss me off."

Marc slid back to the other side of the counter, and the faux-jovial expression fell off his face. Soul studied his eyes closely, watching his pupils dilate at odd intervals. A violent twitch shook his whole body, and then, the face-splitting smile reappeared as if nothing had happened.

"Oof," Marc shook his head, "ha! That got a little intense, didn't it? My bad. We're all good here, aren't we?"

"Are we?"

"Course we are! Say, you know pigtails, and I, obviously, would like to know pigtails. Maybe put in a good word for me, yeah? I mean, she was your meister, right, and no need to lie, you know, 'cause I already know. Maybe she could make me a Death Scythe, too? I'd like that a bunch! You're through with her, right?"

"You got a manager or something I could talk to?"

"It's not like you need her anymore," Marc kept going, "you're already a Death Scythe, and I think it's only fair I get a shot, right? I mean, that little bitch ruined my fucking life. I think she owes me one." He said this like he was making a casual remark about the weather, "So, just tell me her room number."

"Yeah, I want to talk to that manager now." He reiterated, "And your counselor. They're not gonna like this."

Marc threw back his head with a short laugh, which ended rather abruptly, and he continued looking at the ceiling as he talked, "I just don't get it. Why won't you just give me her room number? I mean, just give it to me, you know? What—" His head snapped down, and he gave Soul a look that would have made him flinch if he weren't so used to it, "—you fuckin' her or something?"

He picked some lint off his shirt and, watching it float to the ground, asked, "Why are you freaks always asking shit like that?"

"Give me her room number."

He mulled over an answer before returning to Marc, "No."

An ear-piercing scream seemed to erupt right from Marc's gut as he lunged over the counter. Soul stepped back, transforming his arm into a scythe as the man jabbed his own spear-like arm in his direction. It was always interesting, in Soul's opinion, at least, when a demon weapon was under the control of madness. Soul knew what it felt like firsthand to be under the effects of madness and how fucking hard it was to shake the feeling, so seeing another weapon's reaction to its' influence made him feel less othered in some twisted way like he wasn't the only one.

On the other hand, it was harder for him to sympathize with these people. If he could overcome it, why couldn't they?

He blocked Marc's attack, pushing the older man back against the counter he had just hopped over. Then, with a spin kick, he moved the scythe of his arm to his leg, slashing at Marc's center. He made contact, could literally feel the way Marc's skin split in two for him, but he didn't dare go any deeper than a surface-level cut.

He pulled away quickly, putting some distance between them as he prepared for the counterattack, but was surprised to see Marc slump to the ground with a grunt, falling to his knees.

The fact that someone his size—and a weapon at that—was already on his knees because of a little graze was odd. Sure, most weapons didn't choose to work as a weapon as he had, so Marc's lack of stamina wasn't totally unexpected, but regardless, it was surprising.

Unless of course—

Soul tilted Marc's head up, so he could see his eyes. They continued to dilate at impossible speeds, like his sanity and insanity were playing tug-o-war with his consciousness.

—he was internally fighting himself. People who made it this far in the Program didn't make it this far without trying.

"Bad idea, coming for a Death Scythe. I guess I freaked you out, huh?" Soul spoke to the groaning, mumbling man, "Don't worry. I won't take you out. The people in this room have enough problems as it is."

Soul looked around at the frantic individuals and families cowering over each other, still likely scarred from all those years ago when this sort of happenstance played out on a near-daily basis. People from Death City weren't usually the "cowering" type as in some way, shape, or form they had walked the halls of DWMA, but visitors, like the family wearing the matching sports jerseys from some team in Georgia, weren't probably as used to this, especially in a hospital setting.

He gave them a weak smile and muttered, "Fuck, what a drag."

"Hey! What's going on out here!" A man in the same uniform as Marc scrambled around the corner, coming from the direction of a supply closet.

Soul flashed his badge, and the other man—Clay, he assumed from the nametag, at least—came to a halt.

"Shit, you're a Death Scythe!"

"Is that what that badge says?" He sniffed and then jerked his head at Marc, "You got his counselor's name and number?"

"Uh, I'm—did he attack you? They said—my supervisor said this one wouldn't do that!"

'This one,' Soul felt offended on Marc's behalf. How demeaning was that shit, 'this one.' It wasn't like any of this was Marc's fault.

"Well, he pulled it, sorry. That number, though? Kind of time-sensitive. I think he's trying to—" Soul paused. Explaining exactly what this guy was going through would just take up more time, "—stop himself, let's go with that."

"Can't you do something!" Clay exclaimed, "Aren't you, like, supposed to be doing more? Is he gonna go ballistic? I thought this guy was messed up! I told them!"

"Did my badge say Program Counselor, or did it say Death Scythe?" He snapped, "Get the number!"

Clay's eyes widened a fraction as he scrambled around in the front pocket of his apron, "My supervisor told me I had to keep it on me at all times. He said it was just some dumb rule and that we had to follow it or the cafeteria company—it's not the hospital, it's like some third party—they wouldn't get some grant or something, but he said it was just a precaution, nothing bad was supposed to happen. Is his arm a knife! Is he a weapon! They never said anything about him being a—"

Shock did a lot of things to people. Evidently, it turned Clay into a talker. Fan—fucking—tastic.

"—Looks more like a spear to me. Now, Clay, dude, the number," He demanded, making a grabby hand at him.

"Right!" Clay squeaked, passing it over with a shaky hand, making Soul lousy.

He took the number and pulled out his phone. As he dialed, he looked back at Clay, "Hey, you're not from around here, are you?"

Clay's large eyes bounced away from Marc. If Soul could guess, he'd say Clay was maybe five-ish years older than him. He had the Death City aesthetic down, but anyone could wear a pair of gauges and combat boots and have the Death City aesthetic down, and his reaction to a weapon was telling. Obviously, weapons lived worldwide, but unless they turned into a weapon, non-weapons tended to forget they existed, which had its perks from time to time. Other times, it did not.

"Uh, well, I'm from Las Vegas, but they pay better down here."

"Heard that." Soul nodded as a woman on the other end of the phone picked up, "It's gonna be okay, though, alright? We'll get this—"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence. Dropping his phone, he pulled Clay into his chest and turned, shielding him with his body as Marc sprang up from his spot, his spear arms stabbing into the tile floor where Clay had just been standing.

Soul cursed, ignoring Clay's cry of surprise as he pushed him toward the family from Georgia. He hoped they'd all get the fucking picture and book it out of here, but fear made people do stupid things. He was a living testament to that.

He didn't have much time to react as Marc freed his arms from the ground and made another lunge at him. He'd be able to dodge one of those spears, but no matter what, thanks to his own stupidity and timing, the other was going to land its target. He braced himself for the inevitable. It wasn't like he hadn't been stabbed before, but this was really the cherry on top of an already shitty week.

At the same time he dodged one of Marc's arms, a gunshot echoed throughout the cafeteria. Marc's eyes went wide, staring into his own as a bullet hit the shoulder of the arm Soul wouldn't have been able to dodge.

Marc fell with a cry, the blast of the shot sending pulse waves through his body until he collapsed. The convulsions were semi-unsettling to watch. Kid's wavelength manipulation reminded Soul of a cartoon character getting hit with a taser, but Marc didn't immediately bounce back like a cartoon. Instead, a moment of clarity flickered through his eyes, and Soul wished he could look away. Genuine, non-madness-induced fear was there, and it was like Soul could read his every thought.

I've been shot.

Then, I'll be recommitted.

It turned Soul's stomach. That could have been him. He could have been Marc.

"I said!" Black*Star screamed, and Soul jumped in surprise, looking up at the ceiling where Black*Star hung from a light fixture, "I had it!"

"You were taking too long," Kid rolled his eyes, brushing invisible dust off his jacket while Liz transformed back into her human form.

"Too long! Too long!" Star continued to scream, dropping from the ceiling with a thud right in front of Clay and the terrified family from Georgia. He regarded them as he pointed at Kid, "This guy says I took too long. Can you believe it!? He took my—" He turned back to Kid, "—it isn't just about the shot! It's about the suspense! Dammit. Where was the flair?"

"Upsey-daisy!" Patty appeared in front of Soul with a giggle, forcing him to look away from the argument brewing between Star and Kid.

"Oh!" He blinked in surprise, staring at her outstretched hands, "I fell?'

"Like a sack, man," Liz appeared, "what's up with that?"

He took Patty's hands and was yanked up at such an incredible speed Tsubaki had to reach out to steady him.

"Are you okay, Soul?" She hummed, tilting her head in concern, "You—" she frowned, "—well—"

"—You froze!" Patty finished with a laugh, mocking what he assumed his face must have looked like, "Like a deer!"

He rubbed his head, "I—it's…this week has been absolute shit."

Liz looked around the room, first at Marc, then the cowering bystanders, and nodded, "Nothing ever good happens in a hospital for us, that's for sure." Then, she spoke up, yelling in the direction of her—their—meister, "If only there had been someway to prevent this!"

Kid got the hint, loud and clear, and froze mid-argument with Black*Star.

"B-but…they weren't...even…," He whimpered, ducking his head.

"Even…did he just say—" Soul muttered to himself, Kid's words relighting the fire under his feet as he put two and two together, "—you piece of shit! I was right!" He took off after Kid, "I'll show you even!"

#soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #fic #my writing #canon compliant with the manga #FYI I take what I need from N.O.T. but I wont be tricked into reading that dumpster fire more than I have to #Think of this cht an intro to the c-plot // im not very good at action and wanted to practice!#In the next cht I introduce the nonsensical b-plot :))))

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pfhwrittes · 19 days

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Actually I know you said I wouldn’t wanna hear you bemoan your writing process, but I’m actually very interested in that tbh

What is your process for a longer fic? How do you format your outline? What does your research look like if you need to do that?

I’d love to see it! Maybe this is more of Talk Shop Tuesday question lol

tats you can have a little Talk Shop Tuesday as a treat!

so i briefly touched on my process (god i need a new way to phrase that it sounds so wanky) in this ask here where i admitted to kind of flying by the seat of my trousers/pants with writing ("live by the PWP sword, die by the PWP sword i guess" is probably one of my favourite sentences i've ever written).

but i'll expand further under the cut because i know i'm going to get long winded as hell.

firstly, i'm going to admit something slightly embarrassing. i'm not a planner, or a plotter, or a think further than the scene i'm writing writer. i'm just not. i write entirely on vibes or wherever the worms take me. i think that's pretty evident from the fact that most of my fics/drabbles for the fandom are shorter than my left leg. i consider it to be a minor miracle if i break 500 words, never mind 1000 words for my fics.

secondly, maybe mummies is my most rigidly outlined fic ever. i have a super rough outline for my festival fic (remember that? god those were the days) and for my bbc ghosts inspired thing (again, another blast from the past right there) but maybe mummies is the biggest document i have in my WIP folder right now and i'll use that as my example for my outlining process (and hopefully i won't spoil the fic too much).

What is your process for a longer fic? i always start every single one of my fics by dumping a synopsis of what i want the fic to be at the top of my document. first of all, it scares away the Fear of the Dreaded Blank Page (where The Blinking Cursor of Doom lingers), secondly it pulls me back on track when i start getting lost in the weeds as i always get lost in the weeds to some degree. thirdly, it's kind of silly and mostly vibes. i basically just talk to myself in the blurb and at some point that may translate to an author's note but sometimes it doesn't.

then i move onto notable tags i know i need to include. so that would be the general vibe of the fic ("Inspired by The Mummy (1999)"), the genre ("Action/Adventure", "Romance", "Comedy"), or notable triggers ("Bugs/Beetles", "Implied PTSD", "Implied Alcoholism"). the notable tag section is subject to change as i write but as soon as i pop something in my fic that i know could potentially trigger someone or make someone balk at bit at reading it, i update the tag list. as i work through the sections/scenes of my fic i list the tags/triggers that apply to that section and mark them with a star and match that star up to the notable tag section.

for maybe mummies, i started writing it chronologically while on my third(?) rewatch of The Mummy. i spat out the blurb during my first watch because the brain worms took me gently by my throat and calmly threatened me at knife point (no, i don't know where they got the knife either and at this point i'm too afraid to ask). then i yelled at @391780 over having an idea as i usually do and early enabled me like the Chief Worm Wrangler they are.

then i got bored of writing it chronologically on my fifth rewatch after blocking most of act 1 and act 2, so i went to the last scene of the fic, blocked that out with bullet points (and made myself laugh) before deciding that actually, an epilogue would really tie everything up wonderfully. so then i spat out the epilogue (and very shyly asked @syoddeye if the emotional beats hit right and they were kind enough to go "i love [this metaphor] and [this interaction]" which basically cemented the epilogue for me. so if you hate it, don't you dare blame sy, i'll come for your kneecaps with my makita drill if you do).

aside from that, i block everything roughly using bullet points. sometimes that's a badly worded sentence, sometimes that's a particular dialogue exchange that fits, sometimes thats just [JP and F!RC bicker] (anything in parentheses gets filled with more detail in at a later date), sometimes the worms wriggle and i spit out an entire scene.

if i'm struggling to write a scene i tend to either leave myself bullet points or break the scene into smaller chunks. it helps my brain to focus on the parts i want it to write better that way and it takes the pressure off so i don't get stuck in the mire of "oh god this needs to be the most perfect first draft that has ever existed".

How do you format your outline? so my heavily redacted outline for maybe mummies looks something like this:

Blurb (stream of consciousness babble/vibes/silliness)

Title (currently blank)

Notable Tags (all the current tags/triggers, and there are 23 currently!)

Characters notes - John "Johnny" MacTavish - Female! Reader Character (RC) - Captain John Price - Simon "The Ghost/Ghost" Riley - Kyle Garrick - Philip Graves (then some redacted characters)

Act One (the set up) - Scene 1 - Scene 2 - Scene 3 - Scene 4

Act Two (the rising action) - Scene 1, part a - Scene 1, part b - Scene 1, part c. (etc, etc. you get the idea)

Act Three (the crisis) (see act two and three for how that would look)

Act Four (the resolution) (heavily redacted bits go here) - Final Scene

Epilogue (this i have written out in full, but i can't share it with you because of spoilers).

Odds and Ends (this is where chunks of dialogue i want to add into the fic, or interactions i want to go live until they find a place in the fic. it's also where the parts i've "scrapped" go too. i never delete anything from my outline, it just gets moved to the odds and ends section).

What does your research look like if you need to do that? oooooh boy. okay, another embarrassing admission coming up. my research for maybe mummies has been my nigh on continuous rewatching of The Mummy. i'm on 13.5 watches right now (10 before my surgery date, 3 post surgery, and one time i started watching it and fell asleep about half way through while my brain was slowly stewing in the remnants of morphine and codeine). other than that, i've got about 5 or 6 tabs that i've shoved into a folder in firefox dutifully labeled "shit i don't know about 1920s eygpt".

in short, my research is more of a mess than my outline.

hopefully this answers your question and i'm so sorry i made you slog through what is essentially 1.1k of words that may be nonsense.

#pfh answers #talk shop tuesday #this got away from me a little bit and took a surprisingly long time to answer because i got distracted by cake #and i also went on tumblr on my phone when i was typing this up on my laptop #my bad!#that mummy au

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thespectralcottage · 2 months

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Hi! I was just wondering if you had any tips on where to find information on how to dedicate an altar/how to figure out who to dedicate your altar to? I'm trying to figure out how to get started! I'm trying to find more info on the gods/goddesses but can't really find anything!!

please get to me when you can!

(if you could @ me if/when you reply that'd be great thank you!)

Hey there!

This is an interesting question that has a bit of a complex answer. I've noticed in books and resources about altars, they often go over general working altars. I'll do my best to help, but this will be a bit of a longer answer because there's multiple layers to dive into and I'm a bit of a yapper. I’m not sure if you're new to deity work or practicing witchcraft in general. I’ll be answering for both so even if you aren’t new to the practice in general, this can help those who are! ☺️ ps. Don't take a shot everytime i write the world altar.

Two Types of Altars:

First it's important to note there are commonly two types of altars in modern witchcraft. A “working” altar, where we do our spells, rituals, and the bulk of our practice. Then there is a “deity” altar, which is a space given in dedication to a god we worship and/or work with. Usually a place where offerings are given. These two kinds of altars can overlap. Personally my altar for The Morrigan sits mixed in with my working altar. This works fine for us as she is my patroness and works with me on all my spells. I like having Her front and center. You might mix them together due to space, deity work not being a massive priority, just wanting them together, and so on. BUT. I think it's important to emphasize, you do not have to have a deity altar. There are a million reasons you might not, from just beginning a relationship with a god, to not even working with gods in your craft. When working with a new god I often don't have an altar space for them, I will give them offerings on my working altar as a thank you. When I have a stronger relationship and feel called to, I'll then make space for an altar in dedication to them. I’ll touch on the “how” of making a deity altar in a bit, but I wanted to note the two types and how they're different. Again, I'm not sure how new to witchcraft you are. However don't feel pressured to have a deity because you think they're necessary for an altar. Connecting to a god/godddess:

Now I think its important to touch on connecting with a deity. Based on your question, I'm assuming you don't currently work with a god/goddess. Before you even consider working/worshiping a deity, you need to know who they are. This means starting a relationship with them. Once you have that relationship you can build an altar right away, or like me, choose to wait. Like I mentioned above, I would still leave out offerings, just on my working altar instead of building someone I barely know an altar space. You mentioned trying to find more info on the gods/goddesses and having a hard time. This may be because you want to look into specific gods/goddesses. Once you have a relationship, making an altar is personal and changes from person to person. Even when they work with the same god. Without even having a specific god, I can see how finding information would be hard on how to begin building your altar. Spend time looking into pantheons like Greek, Roman, Celtic, Norse, Egyptian, ect. Once you find one you're interested in you can dive into trying to connect to a god/goddess and researching them. I won't go too in depth about connecting to them right now, this would be never ending if i began that soapbox. However, if you want to know more about that let me know. The Meat and Potatoes: How to make a deity altar + Tips

Step One: Research them. I will spend a lot of time before I even work with a deity researching them. I do a mix of looking at articles, mythos, and peoples posts about the god/goddess. Find books about them if you can. Look at the boring articles and their history as well as modern witches' posts on youtube, tumblr, tik tok.. Modern practitioners' information shouldn’t be taken as law, you always want to cross reference, but their insight is still very useful. You want to try and find correspondences, likes, dislikes and as much information as you can. Look up things like “ (god name) Correspondences” , “Mythology of (god name)” , “Colors associated with (god name)” even just the name and see what comes up. I will try and read anything I can get my hands on, writing it down and cross referencing it. Once I have a list of items they like, colors, herbs, incense, mythology, ect. I’ll do divination with them to confirm my findings. You might find a god is listed almost everywhere with red, purple and black as their favorite colors. But, doing divination they’d prefer you only use purple and black for them. Your practice with them is personal so I highly recommend doing as much divination as you can to confirm until you can intuitively see what they’d like. Even bringing a pendulum with you if you're shopping for things to go on their altar can help.

Step 2: Dedicating + The Altar A deity altar is a space dedicated to that god. That's it. We then decorate it with items the god likes, reminds us of them, tools to help us connect with them, and offerings. To dedicate it to a god can be as complex or simple as you choose. For a simple way to dedicate it: Go into a meditative state or take a few moments to ground yourself. Cleanse the space with your preferred method, personally i'll do a mix of smoke, sprays and bells to cover the elements. Sit in front of the space and invite your god/goddess into the space. Verbally I'll say something along the lines of "I welcome (god) into this space, dedicated as a place for us to connect and commune". You can then actually make your altar using the list of what they like! Pick candles in the colors they like, put out offerings of their favorite herbs. There isn't a specific set up you need to do either. The altar is meant to serve as your personal connection to them.

People will often place statues of the god, candles they can light as offerings of energy, dishes to place offerings, items from nature, and gifts to their god. Once you have your dedicated space you get to truly make it your own, you can basically put anything as long as your god/goddess likes it. I recommend trying to make your own altar before looking at other peoples for inspiration, however if you have no idea still go to Pinterest, tik tok, or other places people have felt open to sharing their altars to pull inspiration.

Im sorry i dont have specific recommendations, but I hope this helps you get your feet wet a bit! If you have any follow up questions let me know. 🖤 @itakeadvantageofbeingpretty

#witchblr #pagan witch #witchcraft #witchythings #the spectral cottage #spellwork #deity work #deity worship #baby witch #witch tips #green witch #witch #deity #magic #myth #paganism #ask spectral

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 10 months

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🥺 i know you said the traveler would give death reader a birthday in her story quest but what if childe and his family gave her a birthday instead? like he manages to convince her to come with him to snezhnaya and meet his family and teucer asks when's her birthday and she says she doesn't know so childe suggests they come up with a birthday for her then

that's actually so cute???

it's with a lot of reluctance on your part since you ultimately hope ajax will let go of his fascination with you, but you cede and agree to return with him to snezhnaya to meet his family who has undoubtedly been told that you're his lover in his letters. he probably even introduced you to his underlings as his lover when they inquired as to who you were and why you were returning to the motherland with them

and his family is quite kind, very kind souls that you think are extremely warm in contrast to their cold homeland. you wounder if those smiles would still remain on their faces if they knew your true identity, not simply an ordinary woman who has enraptured their son

ajax's father has a booming hardy laugh, regaling tale after tale about his troublesome third son whom he asks you to care for. someone has to look after him and he is pleased to hear that even if ajax has his fair share of battle scars, you are always there to tend to them

his mother dotes on you frequently, fretting about the bags under your eyes and how you're cold to the touch despite how many layers she has dressed you in. she complains to her son as much, stating that he should look after you better. "don't be shy, dear, here take this coat as well. we have to warm you up. what was my son thinking not noticing your state?"

all the while, you sit by the fire with anthon, tonia and teucer who ask you plenty of questions between the many games they drag you into. where are you from? ("i'm simply a wanderer in my own right") where are you going next? ("wherever the currents take me") when are you going to marry their big brother? ("hopefully soon," ajax cheerfully interjects) when finally they ask the question of the hour, "when's your birthday?"

truthfully, you have no idea. you don't even know how old you are, you never really kept track of the years as they all bled together day after day, year after year, death after death. as death incarnate, you've existed since the very beginning of teyvat and a birthday isn't necessary for your role in nature

of course, to the family hosting you while their son is visiting home for a few weeks, you simply smile sadly and say "i don't know myself" which only brings more questionsー didn't your family tell you? ("i have no family, so ") how do you know how old you turn each year? ("i suppose i've never really counted")

the mood of the household shifts into one of puzzled sadness and before you can attempt to smooth things over, ajax throws an arm over your shoulders. "we'll just have to give her a birthday then, won't we?" and the atmosphere changes into one buzzing with excitement as suggestions fly throughout the room ranging from dates coinciding with holidays, a generous offer from anthon to share his birthday with you to ultimately choosing a day that falls within the timeline of your visit that way they can celebrate your first birthday with you and and by all meaning of the word, your celebration is a feast full of traditional snezhnayan foods

there's borsch, pelmeni, pirozhki, shashlik among many other things his family went all out on making. and your birthday cake? the largest sharlotka ajax's mother has ever baked. all complete with some last minute birthday gift purchases, all with a heartfelt note that reads that you now have a family to claim as your own

to say you're moved is quite an understatement. your tears can range from misty eyes to a few drops to buckets but in either scenario, you accept a hug from his equally teary-eyed mother and the rest of his extremely warm family

when ajax moves to kiss you when you have a private moment to yourselves later in the evening, it's the first time you don't stop him. perhaps that kiss was a mistake, ajax certainly won't stop chasing after you now. you can tell in the way he kisses you again and again like a man starved, unsure as to when a moment like this will drop at his feet. if anything, all you have done is cement your relationship in his eyes. a bond transcendent to the laws of this world and one that will continue after death comes for him once and for all

but at the very least, you can say it was nice playing human for a few weeks (even if behind the scenes, you performed your never ending duties. death never sleeps after all)

#look she's answering #anon #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #death!reader au

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littleladymab · 2 months

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FebruarOC - Xochitl

OOOHHHHHH SUSHI MY BELOVED!!!!!! She is my character for our Werewolf game (which we're playing TOMORROW) it had been on hold for four solid years due to pandemic (we play (mostly) in person) and life/job stuff, but we finally got to start playing again on NYE! Nothing like sounding in the new year trying to remember a game you haven't played in four years ;;;;

(It was fine I killed something in one hit)

Xochitl is the 5'3" alpha of her pack and team dad (her beta, Rory, huge 6'something, is team mom). One of the first notes I made for her was that her fighting style is: (ง •̀_•́)ง !!! and a little bit of (*｀ω´)/――――― ●)´Дﾟ) I was nervous about picking up the role of alpha originally, but I made the choice after figuring that no one else would probably do it (and I was right lol) in the end, I'm really glad! I've had a lot of fun, and she's the right amount of impulsive (it is one of her flaws) to carry them forward, and I'm the right amount of "I can't stand awkward silences at the table" to keep conversations going. Whoops.

She's from the Fiana tribe, though she's got a Hispanic name because of her father (Who was a Shadow Lord of Spaniard descent who left his tribe when he fell in love with Jael lmao), and she gets along most with her father who is also an Ahroun (meaning they're real good at fighting). Her mom had another child in a first... not marriage? I don't think they got married, but she had another child before she married Arturo and had Xochitl, but Xochitl never knew her sibling that well as they disappeared and presumed dead when she was still very young.

And by presumed I mean they actually did die, but they're back now! Hah hah! And working for the Autumn King, which, you know, isn't a real thing, so totally normal and okay and nothing wrong here, amiright????

Well, We're going to find out tomorrow, because we're totally going to finally kill the autumn king and save Zeke's mom and ????? something Xochitl's sibling.

the nickname Sushi comes from when the pack went to a bar and we met a group of Fae for the first time -- we were all being super paranoid about the Fae and you KNOW you're not supposed to give them your real name, except that Grace (the GM) said one of them was FC as Janelle Monae and I made some sort of involuntary sound and Grace asked "was that you or Xochitl?" and I went "(makes ionno sound)". But in her all her awkward grace, Xochitl introduces herself as 'Sushi'.

And then Ashanti (Janelle Monae) just won't stop rolling 10's when interacting with Xochitl and becomes instantly SMITTEN which now means that Xochitl is dating a really powerful fae lord of the winter court! And she's promised to bring back the head of the false king for her girlfriend! I'm so normal about them.

AND! ONCE THEY GET BACK FROM AUTUMN! There's something in the sewers that has been encroaching upon Rat territory, and well it's not like Xochitl and Remy are a thing, but also, Xochitl has two hands and I wouldn't be mad if she and Remy flirt a little hehe BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, She's been keeping in touch with Remy (who is also team tattoo) about the goings on, and at the moment the ratkin have it under control, but Xochitl is gonna help investigate and deal with it later.

Now, generally, the pack is an investigation agency called City's Eyes! through a few different series of events during their investigations, everyone did get a gold lightning-scar tattoo on their body (hence the Team Tattoo) -- this marked them all as chosen by these lost totems, and so one of our big quests was to go and save all these lost totems! Xochitl switched from Clashing Boom Boom to Quetzalcoatl as a result, which is like, her learning some responsibility and really taking ownership of being a leader and not just going about it as pell-mell as she had been.

She has been one of my favorite characters to play, and even with our 4 year gap, the one that I've played the longest (we've been playing since like 2018). It's so easy to slip back into her! And even tho she no longer has her chaos twin that was Theane, she now has another Ahroun in Tali who is also more Mature(TM) than Theane was and I think that'll help keep Xochitl on the right track! Especially because right now she's distressed because her estranged "I thought you were dead but now you're working for someone who is legitimately insane and you're going mad but occasionally you remember who I am to you and try to warn me" sibling is there and she REALLY wants this king's head to give to Ashanti. She only just met Tali but insofar feels like she can rely on her! And of course, she can always rely on Rory and Theo to help protect the others.

Now, forgive me, I have a lot of playlists and a lot of pinboards for her, so I'll end with all of those! I've also uploaded her character sheet and her profile for free to patreon (which includes her gifts and weapons). Please know that when I roll to hit, I'm rolling a minimum of 9 dice, and then if I hit, WOAH BUDDY. What a satisfying sound!!

Pinboards:

Xochitl's Board

Xochitl and Ashanti's Board

"We went to a fancy party and all I got was second place in a tournament and also this fancy pinboard of outfit inspo"

Playlists:

Xochitl's character playlist

Xochitl's "Workout" playlist

Rowan's playlist (Xochitl's sibling)

City's Eyes playlist

Xochitl and Ashanti playlist (ver1)

Xochitl and Ashanti playlist (bodyguard AU edition)

I told you: normal.

Wish us luck storming the castle and killing the false king of autumn!!!

#februaroc #a lil miss original #lil miss writings

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blizzardream · 12 days

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ah hell Nona @noname-nonartist tagged me and I can't resist a tag game...

Tag game time yippee

read more added if you don't wanna read it all lmao

1. Are you named after anyone?

uhhhh no? not technically

2. When was the last time you cried?

I made myself cry last week while self-reflecting lmao it happens a lot

3. Do you have kids?

*gestures to my miles-long list of OCs* there. those are my kids, say hi :D

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I think almost literally everything. I played a lot of sports as a kid because my mom would sign me up for classes, although I don't think I've been in any proper competitions. I used to love soccer as a little kid, but I think the most notable one I've done is archery, if that counts. (I would love to do archery again it's really fun.)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

No. Never. Never in my life. No I'm not being sarcastic right now. (I am being very sarcastic right now LMAO I can't even read sarcasm most of the time)

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

Um. If irl then their appearance and any notable colors they're wearing, if online then I note their mannerisms and associate them immediately with their pfp. If it's notable enough I might lock on to their name more than their pfp.

7. Eye color?

They look like two balls of void but in sunlight they turn into maple syrup.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

My ass cannot handle scary movies for the life of me but I'm more okay with horror games for some reason. Happy endings all the way in this case.

9. Any talents?

Perfect pitch, physically really flexible, I have some useless ones like touching my tongue to my nose (don't ask for proof I won't give it to you. just trust)

10. Where were you born?

Taiwan! I'm not going more specific than that.

11. Hobbies?

I draw and sometimes I get motivated to animate stuff. I'm also an avid video gamer (see my list of hyperfixations and interests in my pinned post lmao) and a huge enjoyer of stories in general. I used to write a lot, I've written a few fanfictions but they're nothing to write home about.

12. Any pets?

Not currently. In the past I've had custody over hamsters and a goldfish, not at the same time.

13. Height?

5'3 or 5'4 I think. somewhere in there

14. Favorite school subject?

World history hands down. It's so interesting to me. Especially if it's like ancient civilizations and empires and their belief systems. I love learning about different cultures. Also maybe music?

15. Dream job?

does being an animator count if I'm actively working towards being a better one and also taking an animation class currently

...I'm not gonna tag anyone else lol I don't know anyone on this site I'm like. completely okay with bothering for a tag game

#tag game #thanks for the tag nona!!#bliz talks too much #this is an extreme case LMAO I really do talk too much... listen I just like talking okay #gonna stop myself before I start talking even more in tags

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lovries · 1 year

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LOVRIES 500 FOLLOWERS EVENT

How to participate / Rules

Send in a character (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor, diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon).

And then choose up to two prompts below! (prompt credits: here, here, here, and here).

example: "Hi! May I have [character] with [fluff/angst] prompt [#]? Thank you!"

Also (optional) you can add any other notes to your request, such as specific au, trope, etc. I'll try to incorporate as much of your request into the writing as I can!

Remember to follow the basic rules of this blog, and to be kind and respectful as I work on this event! I'll only be accepting the first twenty to come, after that I won't be accepting anymore and any sent after will be deleted.

content warning, some prompts include: children, marriage, illness, cheating, general angst.

FLUFF/DOMESTIC PROMPTS

"Do I smell breakfast or is that the house burning down?"

"Honey, you look tired. Go sleep."

"So I was driving past a pet store the other day and couldn't help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home."

"I want to move in with you."

"Our son/daughter got sent to the principals office today."

"Babe, can you explain to me what this is doing here?"

"You look like you could use a massage."

"I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water."

"I may have broken the dish washer."

"There's a spider in the shower!"

"I want to adopt a child."

"Think about it. The little patter of children in our home."

"I want to marry you."

"What do you think about this color wall for our room?"

"Why is the bathroom overfilling with water?"

"Did you eat all my oreos?"

"We live together. You can't blame this on anyone else."

"I've got a romantic surprise for you."

"Let's just stay in bed."

"Get back into bed."

"Can you call in sick today?"

"I just want to lie here all day with you."

"Oh, there's no need to put a shirt on."

"I'm sick of doing all the chores!"

"We can't afford this!"

"Don't mind me, just want to remember how beautiful you look in bed this morning."

"Your heartbeat’s really loud."

"You asleep?"

"I like this, being so close to you."

"Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—"

"You’re so, so, so pretty."

"I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens."

"You make my heart beat so quick."

"You always know how to make me smile."

"You’ll always be safe with me."

"I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you."

"All my choices lead me to you."

"I’ll never give you up."

"I sleep better if you’re around."

"You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?"

"I like this. A quiet breakfast with you."

"There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?"

"I trust you."

"You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?"

"Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you."

"Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?"

"When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?"

"You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like."

"I will never let you go."

"You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me."

"You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere."

"I just feel calmer. When I’m with you."

"You’re not in bed. I came looking for you."

"What are you doing up? Come to bed."

"It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling."

"I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you."

"You’re cold. Come here."

"You always do that. You always warm me up."

"Stay."

"It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand."

"I’m so proud of you, you know that?"

ANGST PROMPTS

"I really, really hate you!"

"You mean nothing to me anymore."

"I don't trust you. Not anymore!"

"You disgust me."

"How can I believe you after everything you've done?"

"I should've known better than to trust a liar!"

"Do not touch me!"

"Get away from me!"

"Touch me and it'll be the last thing you do!"

"Just please shut up. I'm done with your excuses!"

"How long have you been cheating on me?"

"You know what? I'm done. I'm just done!"

"There's this new side of you and I don't like it!"

"I can't believe this is happening!"

"After all we've been through, you're just going to leave?"

"Just pack up your things and leave!"

"Go on! Leave like you always leave!"

"When I look at you, I no longer see the person I fell in love with!"

"You really haven't changed huh?"

"So you're just going to leave?"

"It’s over between us. We are over!"

"Get away from me! I can’t even look at you right now."

"Please, look at me! Why won’t you even look at me?!"

"Wh-why did you do this?"

"How do you sleep at night, after all you’ve done?"

"You… You never really cared at all, did you?"

"That’s it then? you’re giving up, just like that?"

"Yeah, I’m a bastard. Tell me something I don’t know."

"You say you don’t love them, but you keep helping them. Why?"

"It doesn’t matter how much I try! They’re going to hate me anyway."

"How cute, you actually thought anyone cared?"

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"It’s too late to fix it now!"

"You can’t just show up again and act like nothing’s wrong!"

"It’s not like we’re friends or anything, right?"

"We’re not friends, we never were."

"Goddamn it, I hate you so much! Just fuck off already!"

#obey me x reader #omswd x reader #om x reader #lovries 500 event #fair warning i suck at writing angst asdkljdsa

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a New Day Dawns

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Book: Open Heart Word Count: <800 Rating/Warning: General (fluffy morning drabble) Prompt: @choicesjulychallenge: beach

Synopsis: Bryce has a plan on how to spend the morning with Olivia.

Her pouty lips turned down as she moaned softly. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head in protest. "Too early."

"I promise it'll be worth it."

"Sleep now. Surprise later."

Bryce chuckled as he peppered her shoulders with kisses. "That's not how this works."

Her pillow thumped him in the face as she threw it over her head, trying to hide away. Her mumbled objection was inaudible.

He slid the blanket down inch by inch, uncovering her bare back. His magic fingers teased and massaged their way down as he left her completely exposed.

Olivia curled up and leaned further into him. "Cold now."

"Get dressed, and you won't be."

"Too cold," she pouted, clinging closer to him.

"Come on." He effortlessly scooped her up, carrying her out of bed. "It's time."

Sleepily, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him softly. "Let's go back to bed." Her fingers teased the hair at the base of his neck. "I can think of some fun things that don't involve leaving the nice warm, comfortable, soft, wonderful bed."

"Don't tempt me." He smirked, setting her down on the ottoman. "Now, get dressed, or... I take you like this."

Her eyes popped open. "You wouldn't."

His mischievous grin widened. "Wouldn't I?"

Olivia folded her arms across her chest and shook her head. Her right brow rose as she studied him. "No, you wouldn't."

"You sound certain."

"I am," she nodded, noting the clothes he had already laid out for her. She slipped on the yoga pants, black tank, and, finally, the oversized red hoodie. "My favorite." She held his Stanford sweatshirt to her face, breathing in his familiar scent. She hummed, "It smells like you. Is this why you were wearing it last night even though it was warm?"

He tucked her hair behind her ear, letting the back of his fingers brush softly across her cheek. "I plead the fifth."

She hummed softly, leaning into his touch. "Okay, we can go."

Bryce held his hand out, entwining his fingers with hers as he guided her against him. He brushed a kiss on her temple before leading the way to the Jeep.

"Where are we going?"

"It's not too far, but if you want to close your eyes, you can."

She nodded, curling up in the passenger's seat with her nose buried in the hoodie. A smile pulled on her face as her eyes fluttered closed; the last image she saw was him watching over her as he drove beneath the stars.

Before she knew it, he was caressing her awake once more.

"Come on, beautiful."

Olivia stretched her arms out, yawning wide. "Good morning."

"Almost." Bryce gestured to the back of the Wrangler, where he had since set up pillows and blankets and folded back the top.

Olivia marveled at the stunning ocean view from where he parked on the still quiet beach. "When did you do all this?"

"I didn't want to wake you until it was time."

"Time for what?"

"To watch the sunrise."

Olivia smiled, tossing her arms around his neck. "Such a romantic."

"You deserve the most beautiful things."

She hopped out of the Jeep and into his arms, kissing him firmly. "Then, the sunrise will be the second most beautiful thing I see this morning. Because I've got the most beautiful thing right here."

He held her firmly in his arms, enjoying how her fiery hair fluttered beneath the fading stars as the ocean breeze danced around them. "I could say the very same thing."

He carried her to the back of the Jeep, setting her down on the pillows. He hopped in after her, resting beside her as she nestled into his chest.

"I love you, Bryce Lahela. Forever."

He wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on hers as the first light of dawn broke on the horizon. "I love you too, Liv, more than I ever imagined possible. Thank you for seeing the best in me."

"We see the best in each other," she reminded him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "That's how love works. We work because even when it's hard, we hold onto what matters and fight for it. This matters. We matter."

He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. He would never understand how he got so lucky.

Together, they watched as the thin line of light grew into strokes of orange, pinks, and purples. The stars faded away one by one as the sunrise ignited the seas. Its golden glow set the world a blaze, a reminder that despite the darkness, a new day dawns, bringing the promise of a new and beautiful beginning.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this little fic. I appreciate your support! Tags in a reblog, please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed.

#bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce lahela x oc #bryce oph #open heart #open heart 2 #playchoices #choices #fan fiction #choices game #open heart fanfiction #olivia hadley #bryce x olivia #brylivia #somc #lovealexhunt #july2022

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A/B/O HEADCANNONS w/ 141

Hi. Okay so I was sitting here thinking about cod and fandoms and stuff, right? And how there's a natural sort of timeline that plays out with anything that gets popular, ei. Shipping, cafe au, cross overs and whatnot. I've seen it all in the mw2 fandom so far except... omegaverse. So here. I might not be the first but I will not be the last. Cheers.

Warning: nothing really. Very brief mention of ghost's past but no real details. There is pining but options are gave to keep it all platonic. Sfw. Sorry for any mistakes.

They/them reader pronouns. Call sign is Winter.

PRICE

● definitely an alpha.

● he's passive for the most part and doesn't let his biology get in the way of his work.

● he would be someone that omegas are 100% okay hanging around with not matter the circumstances. Their heat is coming and they need aid finding shelter? He will be there to help and the omega doesn't have to worry about getting taken advantage of. Someone is bullying them? He'll nip that behavior in the bud immediately.

● is not alpha aggressive. That means that he doesn't pick fights with other alpha's just because. He is self assured and knows that his position as captain in is no danger.

● I can imagine he would just have that crisp, cool autumn morning smell if that makes sense. Like one of those days you would go out and just step on all the crunchy leaves on the sidewalk. Maybe a little nutty.

● the base knows when he's in rut when he starts going soft on some people. And by some people I mean you.

● "I didn't see you in the mess, Winter. Did you eat yet?"

● "Hm? Oh, no, Captain. I'll go later, I need to keep reading these papers."

● "Those can wait. Let's go get you diner."

● "But Captain..."

● "No but's. Can't have one of my best skipping meals."

● no matter what your secondary gender would be, he would dote on you. If you aren't in a relationship, this would be an indirect admission of his feelings.

● if you're already with someone (and not accepting additional partners), he would watch himself. There would be lots of fleeting glances and pulled back touches.

● he thinks the fact that some alphas actually growl is crazy. Would not be able to take someone seriously if they did so at him.

● doesn't restrict his scent or anything. It's generally not overbearing and people have said they find comfort in it.

GAZ

● honestly, I'm a little torn with Gaz. In my soul of souls, he's giving beta. But another part of me is saying alpha :/

● he could be either, but I'll write him as an alpha for now.

● he's similar to Price to be honest. He's quite passive, but not to such an extent.

● another man that omegas would feel safe with. He wouldn't really see it until he starts noticing that a lot of the lower ranking omega soldiers confide with him often. Definitely makes note of any reoccurring issues he hears and reports them to Price.

● won't start fights, but will end them if someone bothers him enough. He prefers to use words to end conflict but he'll take someone in a sparring match if he thinks it's necessary.

● smells very oaky, maybe mixed with some eucalyptus. He definitely has a relaxing smell, making him is the best cuddle contender on this list.

● his rut is a whole other story. He is also noticeably different.

● not aggressive or anything, but he'll get slightly more closed off, more serious. Soap isn't able to get as many laughs out of him during this time, but Gaz will still hang out with him.

● definitely worries about you more than he usually would.

● "Ouch!"

● "Hey, what happened? Let me see."

● "It's nothing, just a paper cut."

● "Jesus, you're bleeding. We need to go get a band-aid before it gets infected."

● "Huh? GazーGaz, its just a little cut."

● "And it could get way worse. Come on."

● His coddling won't be a confession, he'd probably just out right tell you. Not on purpose though. Those hormones will have him making some personal rash decisions and it'll slip out if he thinks you're being particularly alluring.

● not into him or you're taken? He'll avoid you to make sure he doesn't make any slips. If you ask about it he'll just tell you that he's just going through the motions of rut.

● Used to do the silly growling when he was a teen. Reality hit him once he was out of school that it was not sexy. Atleast, not the way he was doing it.

● if he let's a growl out anywhere near Soap or the captain? It's over for him. They will not let him live it down.

● covers his scent glands with patches to dampen his scent to make others more comfortable :)

SOAP

● another person I struggled with. I was stuck between omega and beta for a hot minute, however I have come to a conclusion.

● he's an omega (please don't kill me)

● Years in the military has given him a lot of practice when handling alphas, specifically, lower ranking ones.

● they get jealous, or viciously angry about having to take orders from an omega, and so he's had to put up with more than he'd like to say.

● would happily step into the ring with anyone who questions his integrity. He's quick to prove that he's where he is today because of his skills, and that his body does nothing to interfere with that.

● has forced himself to override his instincts when it comes to smells and alphas and whatnot. Probably struggled with it a lot when he was younger and got into somethings he shouldn't have. Learned from his mistakes and has tried to improve his restraint.

● Smells really earthy. Have you ever laid down on slightly wet grass and just got a whiff? That. And cotton.

● Heats for him aren't terrible. He will be a little needier, a little more talkative. You'll find him in his bed more often, curled in some spare blankets and entertaining himself on his phone.

● he's able to power through it on assignments if he needs to.

● I think of heats almost like periods? If ppl with periods can get though it (they shouldn't have to but you know) without getting the care and treatment that they should, then omegas could as well. Soap would definitely pop a few painkillers and keep trucking.

● expect for him to want you around A LOT.

● "Winter, here. Come closer. Closer."

● "I get any closer and I'll be in your bed."

● "I know. That's the point."

● You're his designated cuddle buddy. Prepare to be the big spoon because he will shamelessly ask you to be. Not a cuddler? Then maybe you'll at least hold his hand. He just craves that contact.

● let's say you're taken and/or not comfortable with that. He'd find solace in his pillow, or if Ghost doesn't mind, he'll ask him. Asking Ghost only has a 40% success rate, however.

● growls as a joke, but thinks it's actually very stupid. Has had people growl at him to be aggressive or sexy but he just ended up laughing them off.

● patches over his scent glands for his own sanity.

GHOST

● was split between alpha and omega. I obviously found a conclusion. Please do not kill me (again).

● So, I think he was born an alpha, but the environment he grew up in was so stressful that it caused his body to adapt into something that it thought would increase his survival chances.

● and so, he presented earlier than most as an alpha, but was put under so much pressure by his father that most would not have to endure at that age. The stress caused a hormone imbalance that lead to permanent damage to his body.

● thus, making him virtually an omega. (I would love to build on this concept more in the future)

● it's a rare phenomenon, but it can happen.

● is absolutely aggressive towards alphas he doesn't have familiarity with. He's probably even wary of betas as well dispite their general lack of danger.

● Price and Gaz are completely fine in his books. You are too if you're an alpha.

● no one picks fights with this man unless they want to get hurt, because that's the only viable conclusion.

● he's made a point that he is not to be fucked with, he doesn't not care who you are. Alpha's will have to bite their tongues and listen when orders leave his mouth.

● his smell is probably confusing. Like antifreeze and smoke. Sweet and musky. An odd mix.

● his heats are odd as well.

● he'll be damned if anyone catches him lacking. You will not be able to tell he's in heat because he'll be on a near lethal amount of hormone stabilizers and his neck will be matted with gland patches.

● but he's still human. Sometimes his shell will crack and he'll look for you. You'll know something's up when he asks to borrow a piece of clothing very casually.

● "Hey, Ghost. What's up?"

● "Think I can use one of your jumpers? Mines in the wash."

●"...? Yeah, sure. I think I have one that should fit you. It'll probably stink of me, though. Sorry about that."

● "'t's fine."

● jokes on you, that's why he wants it.

● using your clothes let's him relax and ride the motions of his heat with more comfort. It also helps him keep it private. Might wear the sweater to sleep or stuff it under his pillow.

● nothing of yours can be used? That's fine. He'll suffer in silence tbh. I can't imagine he has a nice, healthy list of coping mechanisms.

● growls, but intimately. Like a purring cat. It's rare, but it'll happen. If you point it out he will deny it until he dies. Don't expect to hear it again for a long time.

● most people think he's a beta because his scent is so muted. He does everything in his power to prevent anyone from finding out he's an omega.

#ghost mw2 #cod modern warfare #codmw2022 #soap mw2 #price mw2 #gaz mw2 #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o au #cannontothehead

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