#talking about my disaster children is always so fun

[folkloresthings]

DID NOT KNOW YOU WRITE FOR SEB TOO!!

rbr!seb x reader who is actually so nice and sweet and innocent, but then seb is a little bitch who keeps making fun of her (all in good intentions bcz he has a crush on her) but then one day goes too far and reader starts crying and he freaks out lol (fluff + mild angst)

Sry this is long <3

sorry i LOVE this idea

SWEET OR SOUR. ❨ sebastian vettel x reader ❩

sweet as sugar — that’s what people always said when they talked about you. and since you arrived in the paddock, it was what everyone thought. you never had a bad word to say about anyone, you treated every person you came across with perfect humility and kindness.

and while, yes, you were perhaps a little green and naive, you were eager. red bull liked your enthusiasm, it made you the perfect intern.

however, you faced one problem: sebastian vettel. he was red bull’s primary driver, a very good one, and he found great satisfaction in teasing you. your innocence had attracted him the second he’d met you — a new victim for his fun. besides, you were very pretty.

“nice sweater,” he greeted you, glancing at the woollen sheep along the hem. you’d thought it was quite cute when you bought it, but the embarrassment that sebastian brought made it look like the ugliest thing ever. in truth, sebastian thought you looked adorable in it.

a few days later, you had thrown your hair quickly into two plaits for ease, keeping it out of your face. sebastian tugged on them at least seven times during the day, when you were trying to work or concentrate. it was laughable, the sight of the two of you mirroring children on a playground.

in spain, the weather was hotter than you’d expected and you had to resort to wearing the little summer dresses you had packed. sebastian spotted you the second you entered the garage. your legs on show, the dress showing off your body perfectly, sweat from the hot day beading on your forehead. his chest suddenly felt incredibly tight.

still, he’d found multiple things to tease you on during the day. forgetting a cup of coffee, spilling said coffee, not being able to reach the shelf you needed. if there was something he could make fun of you for, he’d find it.

it, and the heat, had rattled you a little. so much so that, in your briefing with christian, you’d tripped up and made a mistake in the notes. one that, if the team principal hadn’t caught it, would mean disaster for the race. thankfully, he had, and wasn’t too hard on you for it.

sebastian took a different stance.

“close one,” he hissed, when you were alone. your cheeks hadn’t cooled down yet, hurrying to double check absolutely everything before it got taken. “i’m surprised christian didn’t shout at you in front of everyone. he probably will soon, especially when you make more mistakes. you’re bound to, after all.”

his usual teasing had come at a bad time, or maybe his usual teasing had turned mean. but he didn’t go any further, freezing when he heard you sniffle. when he looked at you, spotting the hot tears spilling down your cheeks, he could have punched himself.

“fuck, no. don’t cry,” sebastian panicked, hurrying to grab a nearby napkin and force it into your hand. awkwardly, he rested a hand on your shoulder, which you quickly shoved away.

“why do you hate me?” you whispered, looking up at him. your brows furrowed, eyes wide and wet, and he sighed. “i’ve only ever been nice to you, and you go out of your way to make my life here hell. why?”

“i don’t hate you,” sebastian admits, slumping against the wall beside you. he wants nothing more than to reach out and dry your tears, to hold you close and make it all up to you. “the opposite, actually.”

it takes a moment, but it finally clicks, and your mouth falls open a little. he liked you? you’d always thought he was handsome, but his behaviour hadn’t exactly pointed to romance.

“i know i went about it wrong. like some seven year old boy who thinks being mean gets you the girl,” sebastian rubs at his eyes, straightening up when you walk over to him. “i’m sorry. i really am.”

“you’re an idiot,” you whisper, and sebastian chuckles.

“i think that’s the first mean thing you’ve ever said to me,” he muses. “and i deserve a lot worse.”

he finally touches you then, palms resting on your cheeks and smoothing along your skin. you lean into them, somewhat glad of some affection.

“forgive me?” he pleads, flashing his most charming smile.

“hm. kiss me and i’ll decide.”

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[gabessquishytum]

Time and Night Endless have a problem. Their darling son Dream has been dating a man completely not of their class, a shameless and uncouth ruffian, by the name of Hob Gadling. While they did make their disapproval known, they were inclined to leave it at that, as surely this was merely a rebellious phase on Dream’s part; at some point he would come to his senses, end the relationship, and settle down with someone more suitable.

Except they have heard through the family grapevine that not only has Dream not come to his senses, but he is in fact planning on proposing to the dreadful man. That he has in fact purchased a ring already! Clearly something must be done.

They arrange a private meeting with Hob and offer him fifty-thousand pounds to break up with their son before the proposal, preferably publicly enough that they can be sure he did it, and so it decreases the likelihood of reconciliation.

Hob only hesitates for a moment before agreeing.

Time and Night walk away from the meeting feeling incredibly smug that they’ve saved their dear son from an inappropriate relationship with a blatant gold digger.

Hob walks away from the meeting pulling out his phone to call Dream. “Hey love, how would you like to con your parents out of a shit ton of money?”

Three days later, Dream and Hob have a giant blow-up fight in the middle of a friendly gathering—Desire was there filming the whole thing and had gleefully uploaded it to every social media platform they have, so the Endless parents can see for themselves. It’s pretty ugly: there’s accusations of cheating, loud negative allusions to their sex life, Dream even throws in a “my mother was right about you” for good measure. It’s a goddamn disaster of a shouting match that ends in the world's messiest breakup.

Time and Night would be horrified by the scandal if they weren’t so pleased with the results. Hob Gadling may not be an acceptable partner for one of their children, but at least he certainly does deliver. They wire the money to him with absolutely no remorse, considering it money well-spent.

A week later, a new video is uploaded to Hob and Dream’s social media accounts: the two of them side-by-side, leaning into each other's touch like love-drunk teenagers, fingers entwined and sporting beautiful engagement rings, as they announce their reconciliation and engagement.

“Communication has always been the key to a successful relationship, and all we really needed to do was sit down and talk to each other like adults. Any issues we may have had have been resolved, and if it weren't for the people close to us who didn't want to see us fall apart, we might not be here today,” Hob says, grinning ear to ear. 

“I would particularly like to offer my greatest, most heartfelt thanks for our upcoming marriage to my parents,” Dream says with an evil glint in his eye. “They not only engineered our reconciliation, they selflessly gave fifty-thousand pounds of their own money to help pay for the wedding and honeymoon. We can't thank them for their kindness and support enough.”

Hob then grabs his fiance and dips him before kissing the life out of him, and that’s where the video ends.

Night faints and Time breaks a priceless vase.

(Desire also gleefully shares this video on the same platforms as the first one, and helpfully tags their parents with it to boot. It was actually fun scheming with their brother for the first time in a long time, and they may or may not be planning to stitch the two videos together into a small tasteful movie as a wedding present (and perhaps providing a copy to their parents as well))

-🪽anon

I love the "evil parent offers main character a lot of money to break up with love interest" vibe. Whatever happens you just KNOW its going to end badly for the parents!

And really, they should have known better. Hob is a shameless ruffian and an experienced conman, OF COURSE he was going to pull some kind of trick. He's actually really pleased because he was worried that Dream wouldn't get his perfect wedding, because Hob’s meagre salary won't stretch to a big budget. With the "generous contribution" from mum and dad, Dream can make his gorgeous goth wedding fantasies a reality.

Dream has an amazing time at the fittings for all the wedding outfits, and Desire even has a hand in designing the most gorgeous jumpsuit for Dream to wear at the reception. They're totally invested in this wedding and keep feeding Dream and Hob information about their parents latest plans to sabotage the big day. This leads to Dream getting in touch with their estranged younger brother, who is thrilled to a) be invited to the wedding and b) provide security on the big day! He's built like a brick wall so no attempted shenanigans will get past him.

There won't be any trouble at the wedding, anyway. Hob has a few of his old pals on the job, and they will make sure that the Endless parents are tragically prevented from reaching the venue on time. So sad. Its okay though, because Desire will be putting together a beautiful wedding movie for everyone to watch after the honeymoon!

When asked by their society friends about their new son in law, Night and Time will grit their teeth and smile. He's a very... resourceful man. Not what they'd imagined for Dream, but he seems happy enough. And there was a prenup, so it can't be that bad if (hopefully when) they get a divorce.

Yeah.......they're never getting a divorce!

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling

[y-rhywbeth2]

I know we sickos all love the tragic memory of Durge killing their parents as a child, but honestly - as a lover of interpreting Durge as a tragic eldricht horror cuckoo/changeling creature - my favourite memory is baby Durge playing tag with the other children in a "time before Bhaal".

They're being gentle with their friends, but the narration explicitly describes them as hunting and compares them to a predator. If Durge pities their child self the narration just goes: "Mayhaps that child was already a murderer." "Oh, sorry, did you think this was a happy memory?" asks the game before it points and laughs at your naivete.

You pair that with the little cuckoo killing their foster parents and it's very much like somebody took in a baby predator. Sure, it hasn't grown into its claws and aggression but then we reach the starting point of puberty and suddenly the once cuddly baby is a danger to everyone around it.

Oh, except that apparently there's a chance that Durge was already killing things as a baby!

We know they were aware of Sceleritas following them around when they were young, occasionally talking to them as he does in the dead family memory - even if he hadn't presented himself yet. Even if he doesn't always speak, did Durge grow up seeing him out of the corner of their eye?

The fun thing about Durge is that we get to make our own character out of the scraps we're given, so all of it is up to us to decide for our own characters/playthroughs.

I interpret Durge as being like the Bhaalspawn we meet in Throne of Bhaal, Gavid, and the 3.5e tieflings - they've always known they were different. Always had dark urges and whispers in their mind, coming from the essence in their blood.

Kids have accidents around them, pets go missing. Maybe they have black outs, maybe they're aware but can't stop (small children aren't exactly masters of impulse control). We know from a later memory that Durge feels self-hatred regarding their urges, so presumably they learnt enough to know this is wrong and feel guilt. Do they still feel pain and nausea if they resist? I'm going to assume for my own take that since they got the Urge back then, they did.

I wonder if their family ever took them to wizards and clerics, trying to find out if their child was cursed?

Then that family dies. Violently. Graphically. Another tragic accident taking place around the twitchy weird kid who sees monsters and hears voices.

If you play paladin then the Oathbreaker Knight tells you that you've broken your oath multiple times, so I assume that these disasters didn't stop happening.

And judging from the fact that they showed uncharacteristic compassion to a homeless person at the peak of their "I'm such an evil bastard villains like Elder Brains and the God of Tyranny are impressed" era, I think that Durge ended up homeless themselves at some point between losing their parents and joining the temple (I'm also pretty sure that's the period of their life the cannibalism memory happened in).

And then they "came of age" (I recall the age of majority being 15 in the Realms at some point, but can't find that anywhere so don't take my word for it) and Sceleritas introduces himself, and it's time for a family history lesson that explains everything and Orin gets a sibling she absolutely never wanted, ever - put that thing back in the ditch it came from, so help me.

#this is “still not shutting up about Durge” hours #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #durge #the dark urge #long post

[attic-club-sandwich]

Thoughts on Mammon being a bird dad?

Like there isn't a doubt in my mind he names them all. From cool names like Gucci to names of an object, like Rocky because he saw a rock on the ground... he's running out of names

omg i could go on all day about bird dad Mammon! He definitely treats his crows like his children. I always thought it was such a cool concept for him to be able to communicate with them (since they are his familiars... in my mind at least!)

But here's some of my personal headcanons/thoughts:

I imagine that when Mammon first enters the Devildom, he spots a crow sitting on the fence as they are leaving the Demon Castle for the first time.

Then all of a sudden more keep landing and he keeps hearing voices calling out to him and his brothers.

"H-Hey uh, do you guys hear that too?"

The brothers shoot him weird glances since they think he's crazy, and for a second he thinks he's also losing his mind.

Then all of a sudden he realizes the birds are talking to him.

Beckoning him over to the fence.

It's like they immediately knew who he was.

Mammon hesitantly walked over to them, instinct telling him to hold out an arm.

One gently lands on him, looking directly into Mammon's golden gaze.

It speaks words that only he can understand, leaving his brothers visibly confused.

Mammon starts forming relationships with the birds, giving them gifts and getting things back in return.

There's a tree outside of Mammon's window that has the perfect branch that extends right past his bedroom window, so the crows often perch outside and tap on the window when they return home.

They like to bring him things like buttons, bells, stones, rings, etc.

They'll even bring him Grimm that they find laying around on the streets.

Mammon is very quick to return to his bedroom after RAD to see what gifts that they brought him.

He also keeps all of the feathers that the crows leave behind. He has a collection.

He always gets something to bring back for his crows too, like a shiny rock or a Demonus bottle cap he found or maybe some leftover snacks from the RAD cafeteria.

Mammon usually has peanuts or something in his pockets, and Lucifer gets very annoyed on laundry day (if he forgets to give them to his crows lol)

As far as naming them, i feel like you are absolutely right lol he definitely has them named after luxury brands like Gucci or Louis Vuitton or something 💀

He would also totally name them by the first ever gifts they brought him! So Rocky is 100% a possibility he's so cute omg.

Maybe he isn't too good at coming up with names sometimes so he has MC help him name them too because new crows will come along 💕 (baby crows perhaps?!)

He basically has his own personal little army of crows. He commands them and they listen and do favors for him, but he also takes care of them too in return.

If one returns injured, he will personally see to nursing it back to health!

He definitely takes his dad/grandpa responsibilities seriously. 😂

thank you for sending this in, Hack! I had so much fun rambling about this it sorta just turned into a headcanon haha

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[sprout-fics]

hey sprout 💚 could u spare us some crumbs of cod fluff if you got it saved in your drafts or sum

i was just starting to feel better about everything and and overall vibing with myself and then my ex decided to call me out of the blue two hours ago..

it's totally totally fine if you don't wanna do it though 💚

I’m so sorry lovely, I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Know that the boys would hate your ex for ruining your day, and do something wonderful to distract you. In the meantime, have a random assortment of 141 + Los Vaqueros bonding moments and shenanigans 

Ale is a very flirty drunk. He’s the type to sway over to someone he’s attracted to and sweet talk them in a husky voice, partly muffled by the music, and drag them out onto the dance floor. Man has hips that should legally be outlawed in at least 3 countries, and he knows how to work them. It’s worse when he’s with Soap, who feeds off his energy. They can tear up the dance floor and make any sweet thing blush so hard they have daydreams for the rest of their life. Gaz has several videos of the two dancing, and it’s practically obscene.

Ghost is secretly very cuddly, but only with people he trusts very deeply. It takes a lot of time for him to allow others in, but he has the most comfortable shoulders to slump on post-mission. He’s fairly used to the routine too. He crosses his arms, ducks his head, and feels Soap and Gaz settle on either side of him for a light doze before they’re back to base. 

Price has a very stern and commanding persona, but when he finally gets off duty, at home by himself, he’s actually a big old softie. He rises late, makes toast and eggs in his sunlit kitchen, takes a lovely late morning stroll, pops by the store, and turns on the Great British Bakeoff while he makes sunday roast. The boys come by and bring their own side dishes (Soap, after several cooking disasters, is forbidden from bringing anything but wine and scotch) and they all have a nice evening just eating, talking, teasing, and relaxing.

Rudy is an only child, but Ale is not. He actually comes from a large family with four other siblings, some of which have their own children. It’s a very carefully guarded secret due to the work he does. The siblings have their own dynamics and squabbles, but adore Rudy, the kids even more so. Rudy is fairly sheepish the first few times he comes over, but it’s eased by the fact that Ale is the kid’s favorite uncle, and they accept him readily as well. Ale has a photo of Rudy drowning in children, sticking out an arm in a desperate plea for help.

Gaz is beloved by the soldiers that assist the 141. He’s easy going, approachable, smart, and attractive to boot. There is not a single squad that he assists in training that doesn’t have at least one recruit with a lovesick crush on the sergeant. He’s known to get love notes, gifts, and more. All anonymous of course, because of the whole ‘Dating your superior’ deal. He’s always very flattered, but knows better than to go dating the rookies.

Ghost is actually a rather good patient, despite belief otherwise. He knows better than to ignore doctor’s orders. Takes his antibiotics, does the physio stretches, comes in on time for check-ups. He previously had a record of skipping the painkillers, partly due to concerns about addiction, and partly in a ‘tough-guy’ type act. He got a scolding from Price when the captain noticed, but it was done with such stern, soft concern that Ghost never did it again.

Soap and Price have a father-son type bond. They aren’t as close as Gaz and Price, but there’s definitely a lot of trust there. It’s very rare for him and Soap to be attached on missions, but it does happen. Soap finds himself very well behaved, but can’t resist the urge to poke some fun at his captain. Price enjoys Soap’s comments, and is able to parse the man’s Scottish easier than Ghost due to his previous experience working with Captain MacMillan, who was also Scottish

Rudy and Gaz don’t interact much in game, but when they reconnect a few weeks later after the search for Hassan, they actually hit it off almost immediately. Gaz is a terrible gossip, and Rudy is a ruthless enabler. They swap stories via text, and Gaz sends him pics of the 141 and their various shenanigans (Including the one where Soap talked Ghost into scaring the recruits by dressing as Ghostface and lurking in the corridors of the recruit barracks after dark) 

You cannot leave Soap and Gaz unsupervised at the club. They’re going to get stolen by someone.

Ghost has a weakness for the K9 military units that float through base fairly often. Soap will not go near them, and Ghost gives him grief about it, holding a dog and saying something about how he can see the resemblance between the two. (It’s actually a compliment about Soap being very loyal, which Soap knows, but still.) 

Price can still hear the scream when Ghost got Soap by saying ‘sic ‘im’ to one of the German Shepherds. (The dog was still in training, and didn’t understand, merely tilted his head at Ghost) Soap didn’t talk to Ghost for a day and a half

The group has a favorite pub at their base of operations, though it’s rare for them to be there. The bartender knows them, and knows their usual order. He’s always secretly relieved when they come in. They can be gone for months, but their return means they’re alive, mostly whole, and will fight another day.

#tf 141 #task force 141 #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #call of duty #cod headcanons

[violetrainbow412-blog]

D20 [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Eddie and Max play an innocent game that inevitably ends up focusing on you.

A/N: I really like to imagine that Max and Eddie could have been good friends, so here's a short one. I hope you like it!

Eddie rubbed his eyes as he walked to the door to attend to the knocking. It was pouring rain outside, who the hell could it be?

"Red" he greeted lazily. It was his youngest neighbor, Max, who had taken shelter from the rain on the porch of the trailer.

"My mom isn’t here and I don't have a key, can I stay here?" she asked, to which Eddie nodded and stepped aside to let her pass. After both of them had been nearly killed by Vecna ​​they had grown closer, a friendship blossoming from their common trauma. Eddie sometimes took the girl to school and had visits from her like this on occasion, while he had even learned to play some of Kate Bush on his acoustic guitar for her to listen to. He felt good having the girl around, as he had always wanted a younger sister and somehow he could see her as that.

“Do you want something to eat for dinner?” Eddie asked, pulling a couple of grapes from a fruit bowl to pop into his mouth. Thank Wayne and God at least there was never a shortage of food in that house (or trailer, rather).

"I ate something at Lucas's house"

"Huh, so you were with Sinclair," he sneered and inevitably she blushed "He stopped being a jerk yet?"

"Not yet, but... it's less so now"

"It's less so now," he repeated with amusement. He didn't want to push her too hard so he just flopped down on the couch next to her, not mentioning anything else on the subject. Before she arrived, he was writing a song for the band so he took the notebook back to check how he could improve the lyrics, but the truth was that he abandoned it after a few minutes. He was racking his brains to find something good, but he knew inspiration would come at some point, no pressure. "Do you want to play something?" he murmured, hoping that with that they could beat the boredom.

"Play what?" Eddie held up a finger as a request that she wait and dashed into her room to find a small black and red D20. “No! You know I don't like D&D."

"I know you don't like it, it's not that," he laughed. He motioned for her to come over to the bar and sit in front of him, “We're going to say random things, and then we're going to throw it. If a natural 20 comes up, we have to do it,” he explained. It was simple, nothing dangerous and fun, so she nodded at the idea.

"And what do I have to say?"

"I don't know, whatever you want," he exclaimed as she shrugged. Max thought about it for a moment and then spoke again.

"If I roll a natural 20, you... you're going to go out in the rain for a minute." she rolled the dice on the bar and when she stopped there was a 3 on the top face of it.

“My turn,” Eddie said, taking the object and shaking it in his hand. “If I roll a natural 20, you're going to steal Mike's lunch on Monday.” The girl laughed and nodded as Eddie rolled the dice. This time a 9 came up.

So they went on, beginning with small things, for a long time. The challenges ranged from wearing ridiculous clothes to school to ruining beloved Steve Harrington's hair, but luckily only a couple of those had come to fruition. At some point Max's eyes lit up at an idea and she smirked at the boy.

“If I roll a natural 20, you have to call Y/N and tell her you like her”

Eddie froze at this, not even daring to breathe at the sound of your name. Oh, how could he begin to describe you? He and you had started talking, like most of his new friends, thanks to the disaster that had threatened Hawkins. Chrissy's death in the school gym had shocked everyone and although there was no relationship, most had harshly judged Hellfire under the allegation that they ‘were a cult’ and practiced all that satanic shit. And that's where you came to the rescue, willing to even fight with blows with those who messed with your children. You were very protective of the underage group, and luckily for Eddie, you were also protective of him, even though you barely knew him. Inevitably he got mixed up in the 'Upside Down' stuff and that's how you formally introduced yourself. It had been months since, for reasons still unknown to you, Eddie had saved you and Dustin from a demobat attack and the rest is history.

But he had never discussed his feelings for you with anyone. If he had, he'd probably tell her that he'd felt that way for many years, when he'd seen you sometime in high school, and that he'd been trying to bury that silly crush deep inside his being. But sometimes it was impossible for him, especially when he looked at you in the corridors looking so pretty, with that smile that drove him crazy.

The idea that someone knew how in love he was with you terrified him and in the panic of the moment, he understood that Max wasn't stupid. Any movement would simply give him away.

"And why would I say that?" he murmured, trying not to stutter, as he drummed his fingers on the bar.

"So you deny that it's true?" she responded nimbly, narrowing her eyebrows in his direction. Eddie was silent for a moment and shook his head.

“I don't know what you're talking about” he answered nervously and she laughed.

"Don't be a liar, I've seen how you look at her"

"What?" he half screeched "And how do I look at her?"

“With those goofy eyes of yours. And then your eyelashes flutter like you're a flirtatious schoolgirl”

"Shut up!" he laughed, nudging the redhead slightly. "That's not true."

“Of course it is, we all know that,” she exclaimed with amusement, but that made Eddie's heart clench a little.

"Are you serious?" he asked sadly. He didn't want you to think he was weird or depraved or anything like that and his friend finding out so quickly worried him.

“Well, by everyone I mean just Dustin and me. Maybe Robin and if she knows so does Steve, who probably told Nancy…”

"Okay, I got it, everyone knows I'm head over heels in love with Y/N."

"So you admit it?"

"Mayfield!" he complained, pouting. "Just forget it, it's stupid and she'd never pay attention to me." Eddie snorted, visibly sad.

“Oh, c’mon, don't be discouraged. I know you're not the best and you smell a little ugly but maybe she can get to like you” he tried to encourage him, but Eddie let out an offended laugh “Listen, we've rolled the dice so many times and it's never come up a 20, what could happen?” the younger murmured, holding out the dice to her friend. "Just do it, just like I ate that horrible thing you had in the fridge," she practically demanded.

Eddie sighed and took the dice in his hands to shake it a couple of times before throwing it on the table. One, two, three turns and he finally stopped.

20.

“It has to be a joke,” Eddie groaned, staring in disbelief at the result.

"Well, I guess it's fate, Munson," Max sneered. The boy was pale because he knew perfectly well that his friend wouldn’t forgive him for the dare.

“But how am I going to tell her? It's going to be super weird, she's going to freak out!" he muttered worriedly, unconsciously biting off a piece of his fingernail.

“Just call her and explain that you want to tell her something, and tell her. It’s not complicated” 

“Easy for you to say,” he screeched. The two of them argued for a bit until Max practically forced him to comply, after all it had been his idea of ​​the game in the first place.

“I don't know her phone number, to begin with.” He tried to excuse himself, but Max recited it from memory. Both your number and Steve's and of course her mother's were engraved in her brain for emergencies.

Eddie took a deep breath as he punched in the digits and with each passing second, he became more convinced that this was a terrible idea. But Max was right, he had to comply and he wasn't going to look stupid in front of a girl.

"Hello?" your soft voice asked. He jumped when he heard you and froze "Is anyone there?"

“Hello, Y/N”

"Eddie?" you murmured at his stutter "How did you get my number?" you said from the other side of the line. You sounded a little confused but the truth was that you were just curious. Eddie was a company you were enjoying a lot lately, always being goofy and pretty without even trying.

"Max…" he exclaimed, but his response sounded more like a question.

"What happened to her? She is fine?"

"Yes, she is wonderful" he continued, avoiding at all costs having to make his confession. But Maxine’s questioning look across the bar didn't help much. "But I asked her because… huh, well… I wanted to tell you something important."

“Oh, something important?” you asked and he nodded, wanting to punch himself realizing you couldn't see him. Max obviously laughed at this. "Sure, tell me," you exclaimed cheerfully, even if you hadn't received a verbal response. That was when Eddie felt his palms sweat and a knot form in his stomach. How could he say that he liked you? "Ed?"

"I'm here," he exclaimed shakily. Shit, he was just going to say it “I just wanted to tell you that I really like you… rrr hair”

Max looked at him in confusion and Eddie closed his eyes as he let his head fall back. He had chickened out at the last moment and just hoped he hadn't sounded too stupid, which he probably had.

“My hair?” you exclaimed, hearing yourself confused even through the phone.

“Hjm” he hummed “And I wanted to ask you what product you use because it always looks so soft and silky and I would love mine to look like that”

"Oh," you exhaled, still a little weirded out by things. That wasn’t the direction that Eddie would have wanted for the talk, but it would be necessary to improvise “I use a shampoo and a conditioner of the same brand, in addition to drying it after I shower. But my hair is a bit straighter than yours, pretty, that's why it looks like this."

"Super, you can tell me where you bought it later and I'll go get them" he mumbled, trying to ignore the fact that you had called him pretty "Thank you very much, Y/N"

“Did you call me in the middle of the night just to ask me what hair product I use?” you said amused, letting out a giggle that wasn't meant to be mocking. Eddie also laughed on the other end of the phone.

“I'm sorry, you know when I have something on my mind, I can't get it out of my head” he apologized. Max, who was witnessing everything, was looking at him with murderous eyes.

“Your curls are cute either way. I like them"

"Really?" he said, with one of the goofiest smiles.

"Yes. Even if you want…”

"Yeah?"

“There are some products to define curls and if you want to invest in something that would be a good option. I can accompany you one day”

"Please. I only know the 5-in-1 shampoo that my uncle buys” he confessed and you burst out laughing.

"You need urgent help then," I snorted, making him laugh softly. There was a short silence and although neither of you could see each other each had a loving smile.

"Thanks again. Have a good night"

"Rest, Eddie"

“You too,” he said, and even though he didn't want to do it he had to hang up. He didn't need more than a glance from his redheaded friend to start whimpering “I panicked! Okay? And technically I told her… in a roundabout way, but I did.”

“You’re a complete fool”

"Someday I'm going to tell her, don't push me" he snorted, walking to the couch and flopping down "Forget that stupid game, come and pick a movie, and don't say anything anymore" he groaned as he crossed his arms. Max just shook his head in amusement and did as he asked, not saying a word about it.

After all, she knew that, with a little effort, that boy could finally tell you how he felt about you. Someday he would.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #max mayfield #sadie sink #eddie and max

[cinemaspoppycornuwu]

[You and Sanji got married]

["MINORS DO NOT INTERACT" Header made by @benkeibear ]

This fic is originally made for my beloved friend who gives me unconditional support @syntheticseraton1n . But anyone who reads this can feel self inserted here. Nala, sweetie, I hope you like the wedding I prepared for you. And readers who don't like NSFW, it is okay, cause the first part of the fic is actually SFW! Just a fun wedding and meeting of friends 🥰

But still, I think I messed up with the whole fanfic and ruined it. Sorry, One Piece fans. Sorry, Sanji simps 😭😭😭

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Wedding OST 🎶 (might add more sooner or later, dunno)

1. Nupcial march [violin] (When bride comes in);

2. Barbie 12 dancing princess theme (Couple dance);

3. The wellerman [violin];

4. Hey Brother [cello] (Avicii);

5. Wake me up [cello] (Avicii again);

6. Angel eyes (Abba);

7. YMCA (Village People);

8. California Gurls (Katy Perry);

9. Work (forró version - Rihanna);

The list goes on but it would take too long to put EVERYTHING!

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Honestly, you couldn't be more thankful when you met the strawhats. Everyone there is so cheerful, almost looking like a daycare of children but grown up. Your captain, Monkey D. Luffy was the most childish but he had an empaty ability. Luffy always had that sense inside on his heart to know when people were good or bad.

And then there was your beloved Sanji. The guy who would marry you in that sunny and bright day. Blonde has always been supportive and gentle with you, especially when he joined the crew. Everything in him was so charming. His greyish-blue eyes, the way he lights up his cigarrette to smoke away from you (to not bother with the smell) and makes sure the smell fades away later so he can be closer, his heart shaped eyes when talking to you (well, honestly, for any woman). When he genuinely confessed to you in a wonderful night, your heart did a backflip. It was the very first time you felt like that: butterflies fluttering in your stomach, trembling a little bit, teary emotional eyes, cheeks as red as the most stunning rose. And when Sanji proposed to you? Gosh, it was a disaster because Luffy ate everything Sanji has prepared for both of you. But you accepted him with no hesitation.

Today, was your wedding day. Nami was helping you get ready to get married in the amazing Thousand Sunny. Of course that the ginger one and Sanji thought of marrying somewhere else better for you. But Thousand Sunny has given all of you guys great memories and it meant so much for you, just like the resting in peace now Golden Merry. The gold digger young navigator stopped and helped you dry your tears.

—Just look at you, S/O... You are so wonderful! - the dress was a strapless white one with laces on it. Nami also chose good jewerly to put in your ears and in your neck, giving a special touch on it. Your hair was decorated in an elegant messy bun with flowers on it. Your makeup wasn't that heavy but very perfect for the ocasion. And so were the heels. Not too tight but made you look a little bit taller to kiss Sanji.

—I've... I've never been so beautiful... Oh, Nami, this means so much to me!

—Hey there, it is okay! Just don't cry or the makeup will run! - she said, containing her tears as she gave a friendly kiss on your forehead - Are you ready?

—Of course! Our captain must be waiting for us since he for sure is hungry - the both of you laughed at the comment about the captain - Let's go.

—Just one more detail - Nami stops and gives you a bouquet of fake flowers. Since you guys spent more time in the ship than in the lands, Nami made sure to buy fake flowers for the wedding before the trip to the island where you guys would stay. The flowers may not be real, but the reciprocate love between you and Sanji for sure was.

When getting out of the cabin, everyone was waiting there. Robin was reading her speech to make the cerimony happen, Luffy was already stuffing his mouth with meat, but what had surprised you the most was seeing Zoro being Sanji's wingman. Everyone knows they fight a lot but deep inside, care for each other just like brothers. Speaking of him, he was impecable! Sanji wore his best suit and even put a red rose as a decoration.

—You look amazing, ma cherrie... - Sanji says with a weak whisper as his eyes get filled with tears. You, in response, comfort him with your healing touch.

—Everyone, except for the main couple, sit please - Robin said - Strawhats, we are here together to celebrate a very special ocasion. It isn't everyday someone gets married in a ship. And this is a very special one. We are here to celebrate not only their love. But also their companionship as well. This time, the couple destiny predicted was Sanji and Y/N. I gotta speak some words by myself as well. I was hoping for you two get married and look at everyone now - she laughed - You guys even managed to get our captain all dressed up.

—Robiiiiiiin! This itches! Can I take it oof? - Luffy said impatient.

—The bowtie isn't that tight, Luffy! - Nami growled before noticing Robin adjusting Luffy's bowtie with her devil fruit.

—Back to the cerimony, I want you two to know that this whole crew loves you both!

—Chopper, the rings, please! - Robin called and the tiny reeinder came all happy and proud. He even stood in the point of his hooves to give you both the rings, but the raven haired beauty gave him a little help as well - Now your vows, please.

—Sanji, you are my everything. My moon. My sun. My stars. My whole world. I, Y/N, want to be loyal with body and soul to you. You own my heart. You had saw me at the worse of the moments, saw my deepest fears and I am taking the best decision of my life right here, right now. We finished one chapter of our lives and we are starting a new one - you had to use a mini stair to reach Sanji's cheek so you could kiss it gently, leaving the blonde with goose bumps. He helped you go down

—I, Sanji, promise to always hold your hand and never let go. To comfort you when sadness comes, And the most important: be loyal and loving you no matter what happens. I'll be your light, always - he spoke softly but still with all certain in the world while holding your hand as if you were made of porcelain, kissing softly your hand - And of course, do your favourite meals.

You giggled at the last part.

Everyone was so happy for the two of you and all of them with no exception helped in the decoration of the wedding party. Chopper even did a special chocolate candy. Even Luffy did part of the decoration even though he slept while doing it. You could see Franky crying hard while blowing his nose. He got emotional, someone please give the capitalist cyborg an hamburguer later. And Usopp was in the very same state as Franky. Both held hands while imaging a life like that.

—Sanji, do you accept Y/N as your‐

—Yes.

—And, Y/N, do you accept Sanji as‐

—Yes.

Robin snorted and let out a laugh before finally saying as clear as crystal:

—I happily announce you two as husband and wife! You can kiss now!

—Come here, mon coeur! (Come here, my heart!) - Sanji held your waist, lifted and pulled you closer for a passionate and loving kiss.

There were petals thrown by Nami, Robin's multiple arms due to her Akuma no Mi, Luffy and even Chopper. Let's be honest, he was trying his best in his daily form (boi was sparing rumber balls for important ocasions). Zoro even let out a laugh and said:

—NOW LET THE F*CKING PARTY BEGIN! CHEERS! - he grabbed the first alchool bottle and chugged down half of the bottle.

As soon as the magical kiss ended, Sanji adjusted a string of your hair behind your ear and gave another kiss, but this time, in your cheek. His greyish-blue eyes filled with emotions that he couldn't speak but you understood him better than anyone else.

The party was absolutely amazing! Brook already got his violin on point for the first dance of the night between you and Sanji. Your knight held your waist gently within one hand and with the other, your hand. He had whispered some words before you felt like you were on a fairytale during the song.

—I don't deserve you...

You replied by giving a soft quick peck on his lips that said more than words. Once it ended, everyone clapped and Luffy said automatically to put on a more cheered up music which literally made him drag Usopp and Chopper to dance. You decided to dance with Nami and Franky just for funsies while Brook danced while playing his violin. Sanji danced with Nami, Robin, Chopper (honestly, these two were so adorable together) and even Zoro. Only booze to make them feel like that sometimes. You guys danced and singed for like, 4-5 hours straight. And of course, Luffy ate his daily meats in a corner (some angel had prepared for that monster).

—Attention everyone, the bride will throw the bouquet! 1... 2... 3... Whooo! - and the lucky one to got was... Usopp! (THIS WRITER SHIPS USOPP AND KAYA, OKAY? 😭)

—Sanji! Y/N! Come here!

—Hm? What happened, miss Nami?

—I got a room for the two of you in the hotel.

—Of that lesbian couple of old ladies? - you asked.

—Those two! I talked to them about your wedding and guess what? You two will sleep in the best room!

[HERE BEGINS THE NSFW PART YOU ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, YOU HORNI ONES]

While the whole crew rested on the ship, Nami had reserved a special room for you and Sanji spent the night as a couple. If you know what I mean. Sanji carried you in the most gentle bridal style way and when the door was finally locked, leaving the two of you, both of you were impressed! Nami actually chose a great suite! With even a frigobar, special bathtub with candles, a very comfy bed and anything a newly married couple could want and get in a room. The ginger navigator even included the best breakfast for the next morning.

You could feel your husband smirk in a devilish way and you were right. He started to attack your neck with teasing kisses, starting to get you ready for what you two are about to do.

—Sanji! C-Can we have a bath first?

—Of course! Plus... I know this dress makes you like a queen but I guess tonight it would look better on the floor~ Hm~? - that was everything he said before seeing you fully red. He gently placed you on the bed before removing his fancy suit and put them in some wardrobe. He noticed they also had put robes and towels. Man, for sure these people are prepared.

—Sanji, I can't reach my back. Can you help me? - before you could even think of anything else to speak, the dress was off, revealing the white lacey underwear that Nami also bought you.

—My~ I am trully in heaven~ - he whispered as he removed his pants and then his socks. And finally, his underwear, revealing his dwong, slightly hard and you were impressed of how his pubic hair was slightly blonde as well. Anime logic? Fanfic logic? Where? Logic? What is this? Is it to eat?

As soon as both of you emerged in the bathtub all naked, you reached to get the soap so you could wash your body.

—Soft... - he said as he placed a kiss on your shoulder but quickly cleaned his mouth because it was with soap as well. You laughed at his reaction - Oh, it is like this, then? Already wanting a little punishment in our first night as a couple?

—Oh, you're such a tease~

—I can't help if my love is looking so sexy right now~

—Hehehe~ Let's go once we finish here~

Even though Sanji was excited for the moment, he still helped you wash the body like the gentleman he is with no rush, just loving and appreciating the process. Once he finished, he got a towel to dry both of you and by your surprise, he picked you up like if you were a potato sack and ran to the amazing comfy bed. Now he could begin properly. Sanji started attacking your lips.

His kisses are normally sweet outside (and even with the) sheets. But this time, he was desperate, starving, as if your lips were the last thing that could keep him still but at the same time, weak on his knees. He then went down to your neck, giving small but loving hickeys to remind you how much loved you are for him. With each kiss, your heart increased the beatings. When you less noticed, blonde cook was already in your most sensitive area: your cherry.

—Well... Bon appetit. For me~ - that was his only warning of what it was about to come. It is like that his tongue does magic with your clit and pussy. He knows exactly where to stimulate you and at which speed. Not too slow for you not be teased but also not too fast for you to come quickly, he wants you to enjoy the moment but let's be real: he is enjoying way more for sure. Your fluids were like the best tea for him.

—San... San... Ji...~♡! Aaah~♡

—Don't need to be shy, love~ Just let me hear that sweet voice~ We have the whole night for ourselves... - he lost his composture as soon as you gently touched his head as a sign for you to go further. That was more than enough to get his motor going working harder.

—I'm... I-I-I'm...

—Hm...?

—I'm close!

—Yay! - he let out an "yay" just like a cute adorable kid who had recieved the best chocolate bar. But it was only a gentleman eating a pussy. And you are the wife of that gentleman now - Go on for me, princess~

With one more yelp, Sanji thanked mentally for the tea and made sure to not miss anything released.

—What a yummy meal, my love~ Now, I guess for being such a good girl, you deserve the main part~ Just let me get the condom—

Your hand slapped his gently which made him widen his eyes like "wtf". You spoke softly:

—It's okay... I asked for Chopper to make something for me...

—And how did he reacted?

—He got embarassed. I need to apologize to him once the honey moon ends... Poor fella - you sighed.

—Hey, it's okay. Maybe one day he will ask for his partner in some future ahead use it too.

—SANJI! - you both didn't hold the laugh.

—What? It is true!

—Why don't you come spend some... Energy with me instead thinking of Chopper's future life?

—Sounds amazing~ No condoms?

—Not this time.

With a big smirk, Sanji positioned himself between you.

—I'll go in, okay? - he whispered as he held your hand. You nodded and my, Sanji fitted perfectly on you. About his dick size, he is normal but perfect! Not too thick cause it would hurt you, not that long, but fits inside perfectly. And no matter what size he would have, he would know how to use that sword. Plus, for Sanji, sex isn't only "banana in, banana out, banana in, banana out". It is a loving moment where he can spend with you and be romantic. Sanji absolutely hates quickies and wants give all of his love to his beloved one. It didn't took that long for him to start moving inside with that "ploc ploc ploc" sound coming as well.

—Sanji...

—Shh... Just relax and let me please you... - he couldn't help but groan and let out some soft moans with you. His magical hands stimulated your exposed nipples, bringing more pleasure to your smaller figure - F*ck... But if you keep squeezing me like that I won't handle that much~ So tight...~♡

—San... I... I love you...

His heart did a tiny dance inside his body at those sweet words of yours.

—I love you too, Y/N... - he squeezed gently your hand before kissing your forehead. And it was in that moment when Sanji got a little bit more of speed on his movements, making you moan more and more. You couldn't think of anything else but Sanji loving you intensily - C-Crap... I'll release...

—Me too...

—Together... - that's all he said before kissing you intensily. In some minutes, one of your most intense orgasms finally came. Blonde, panting, kissed your forehead and stayed some minutes still inside of you before finally removing it. God blesses for whoever will clean those sheets. And may the boss give some extra pay for them.

Your husband picked you up and took to the shower just to do a quick clean before finally sleeping in bed. As soon as you two were spooning, he pulled you closer, face to face and whispered:

—The first of many of our nights as a married couple...

—Yup... Sanji, today was amazing... Not only this moment of ours but - you gigled - Our friends finally reunited as well. Even Zoro was happy!

—That marimo. He knows how to have fun sometimes as well.

—You missed him laughing and being like that as well, hm?

—Not that much.

—You admited it! I know you two are besties!

—Y/N...

—Sowwy~ Hehehe~ Let's just... Rest for a while... I got tired... Goodnight, my love...

—Bonne nuit, mon amour... Une dernière chose: je t'aime ♡ (Good night, my love... One last thing: I love you ♡)

🎶["POST-CREDIT SCENE" OF THE REST STRAWHATS WHILE SANJI WAS DOING LOWVE WITH HIS WIFE]🎶

"Take more 4, Luffy" (Nami)

"Nope" *lands one more +4* (Luffy)

*laughs and lands one more +4* (Robin)

"Yohohoho!" *purs two +2* (Brook)

"Not with me!" *puts one +2* (Franky)

"Neither me!" *puts +2* (Chopper)

"...fuck you guys..." *gets +20 cards of Uno* (Zoro)

The couple was just cuddling and being sweet in the next morning, don't worry, fellas :)

(And yes, you guys wrote a letter for princess Vivi about the wedding. She cried because she missed that moment but was so happy for the crew)

The end.

#Vinsmoke Sanji x reader #Sanji x reader #Sanji scenarios #One Piece character x reader fanfic

[whatever-you-can-give-me]

i'm sure you've talked about this kinda thing before but what do you think about people saying, like, "stampede wolfwood characterization is bad and doesn't even feel like wolfwood"?

this feels like bait to get me to say something inflammatory, because my opinion on people dismissing stampede wolfwood out of hand is definitely something i've posted before, but i fucking love to talk about my opinions, so. [cracks knuckles]

basically. 1. he's a different version of the character in a different set of circumstances, of course he's going to be different. and 2. the thing most people imagine in their heads as wolfwood... is not the wolfwood that appears in any canon, lol.

i don't think that's even a notable observation. a lot of the trigun fandom is the "the vash and wolfwood collectively hallucinated out of a blend of all three canons, It's Free Real Estate" fandom now. it's a tale as old as time. fandom as we currently know it was built on slash and cherrypicking from canon.

i'm not going to be the fun police about it, or act like my way of engaging with trigun (keeping the individual canons separate and distinct in my head, analyzing small details, thinking really hard about the characters and the circumstances of creation) is the 'correct' or the only way to have fun in a fandom. like, i think i am engaging more with the canon, but some people just aren't interested in the actual specific details of canon as more than a jumping off point, and while i don't get it, i support making your own fun. go wild.

but, man, there sure is something. interesting. about how the platonic ideal of wolfwood that's been developed by the Vashwood Fandom completely diverges from wolfwood's actual personality in canon (it's happened to vash too, but that's an entirely different can of worms) and then people get irritated at the actual canons for wolfwood not being the guy in their head. stampede especially, because stampede wolfwood is a traumatized disaster, and that doesn't really work for the most common flavor of vashwood, where vash is the one who needs reassurance and comfort.

i just.... yall, wolfwood is so fucking awkward. he's always been awkward and messy and unsure of himself outside of the two specific situations he can manage (combat and dealing with children). stampede didn't invent the fact that he has no idea what he's doing and doesn't really know how to act around other adults because he's spent most of his life a deeply repressed assassin. i really have no idea where the idea of him as suave and romantic and self-assured came from...

anyway. i'm not going to tell anyone they shouldn't have the fun they're having. it's fandom. god knows there are more important things to worry about. but i have been noticing some patterns, is all.

tl;dr: anyone is welcome to dislike stampede wolfwood if they want, but wolfwood has always been most of the things i see people criticize about stampede wolfwood's characterization. stampede wolfwood is just harder to fit into the box fandom built for him.

#not getting into the skin tone thing because it's not my lane. #but i will say. seeing english speaking fandom huff and puff about colorism in anime (it's colorism. not whitewashing. different things.) #and then turn around and make wolfwood this spanish-speaking fellatio master completely unironically. it's funny to me. #i'm sorry yall. wolfwood was never canonically mexican catholic. that's someone's headcanon. #trigun meta

[lcnelyghost]

imagine forcing the ahs boys to watch titanic with you bc it’s you’re ultimate fav!! ♥︎

a/n: i was rewatching titanic today and thought why not make a fic about it? titanic was such an excellent movie and definitely well made!! although, some scenes hit harder than others. potential warning if titanic triggers you in any sort of way!

GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!!

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tate langdon:

• He’s heard his mother mentioning it a few times, I think it was probably on in the background one time though back then he didn’t pay much attention.

• Always shows a little bit of respect seeing as it was something that truly happened.

• Tate hates it when Cal walks onto the screen.

• Feels extremely bad for the children and animals who had to deal with the amount of mayhem that was going on whilst the ship was sinking.

• Doesn’t think Jack and Rose were necessary in the film, but he knows that Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio are good actors.

kit walker:

• One of his FAVOURITE movies to watch with you!

• He thinks the little bond Jack and Cora have is really sweet.

• Walks around the house trying to recreate the Irish dancing scene to get a giggle out of you.

• Gets really pissed that some men were paying people to put themselves first on a lifeboat before children.

• He almost shed a tear when Jack and Rose reunited after her death in the end. He’d 100% do that with you when the two of you were no longer alive.

kyle spencer:

• Okay, he actually saw Titanic as a kid and uh.. yeah. He’s traumatised.

• He gets really upset when you explain to him that the movie was based on real events.

• The noises the ship started to make when it began to go down, damn it terrifies him.

• Squeezes his eyes shut when the ship splits in half. Even you get slightly uncomfortable watching it.

• Kyle does actually think Titanic is good but he’s just a little scared of that really happening.

jimmy darling:

• A movie that he’ll secretly enjoy but not tell anyone about it.

• Always thinks the length of the movie is worth it.

• Elsa’s always blabbing on about how much she would’ve loved to be in it, so Jimmy just acts as though he’s never even seen it.

• He’s witnessed too many teenage girls giggling and squealing in the diner whilst talking about Jack Dawson.

• Jimmy won’t lie, Jack was a really great character. Probably someone he could relate to from time to time.

james patrick march:

• Constantly hits out with a wad of ways to try and justify how he could’ve been on the Titanic.

“My dear, I could’ve easily been on that ship! I could’ve been one of the ones who lost my life trying to flee from that horrible disaster!!”

“James.. i’m sure my grandparents also could have..”

“BUT MY LOVE, I COULD HAVE BEEN DEAD IN THE SEA! IT WAS DURING MY TIME!!! COULD YOU IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT MY BELOVED CORTEZ??”

• He secretly thinks that Rose is an extremely attractive woman. You couldn’t necessarily argue with that.

• Doesn’t see why people hate Cal so much. (Why James, WHYYYYYY)

• James LOVES LOVES LOVESSSS Titanic. He finds modern movies extremely uncomfortable, but he’s obsessed with this one.

• Despite him definitely not being one to do this himself, he thought Jack and Rose participating in the Irish dancing looked incredibly fun.

tristan duffy:

• Cracks really insensitive jokes whilst watching Jack and other people practically freezing to death in the water.

“Damn, you think his dick froze off from how cold that shit was?”

• As a teenager, he’d ask his mom if he could watch it just to get flashed by Kate Winslet’s tits.

• Rants for hours about how Rose promised she wouldn’t let go, BUT LET JACK FALL DEEPER INTO THE FUCKING WATER UNTIL HE SANK.

• Thought he could pull off the ‘Leonardo DiCaprio look’ when he was younger.

• WANTS TO RECREATE THE CAR SCENE SO BADLY 😭

dandy mott:

• Dandy’s incredibly jealous of the actors who worked on this movie. It’s one of his greatest desires to be starring in a film like Titanic.

• Has the excitement of a young child when you decide to put it on.

• He’s rather envious of Jack. Having such a free feeling like that.. it’s something Dandy has always wanted to experience.

• HE WANTS TO BUY YOU THE HEART OF THE OCEAN NECKLACE SO FUCKING BADDDD

• Half way through the film, you both watch with extreme sadness. Drowning was something that terrified Dandy. And you felt awful for the people who had to witness multiple loved ones doing so. Little did you and him both know…

#ahs fandom #american horror story #ahs hotel #finn wittrock #dandy mott #evan peters #freak show #james patrick march #james march #ahs murder house #tate x reader #tate ahs #kit walker #kyle spencer #ahs coven #evan peters ahs #male character #fictional crushes #fictional characters #titanic #jack dawson #rose dawson #kate winslet #leonardo dicapro hot #rose dewitt bukater #jimmy darling #tristan duffy #tristan #dandy mott imagine #ahs imagine

[rubberduckyrye]

Struggling to sleep but I've been seeing rumors that Dottore will be playable and get done kind of redemption arc like Childe and Wanderer.

Problem with that.

One: Childe never got a redemption arc. Hes just a very charming character who is a likeable antagonist. But also, as the 11th harbinger, hes still just a cog in the machine. Always has been.

Two: Wanderer's redemption is less about "redeeming" him and more about how this poor fucking guy couldn't catch a break and eventually he snapped, was manipulated and abused and tortured for centuries and is an allegory for abuse victims in general who acted out in horrible ways but are on the path to recovery after finding someone willing to let them have that safe space to do so. I see this less as a redemption arc because even as "Scaramouche", he HAD kind traits associated to him (like according to some lore he was kind to kids and elderly folk) so this story is about rehabilitation and recovery and less about redemption.

Three: While rehabilitation is overall the ideal for criminals rather than harsh punishment and imprisonment, when you have a character like Dottore--who, if Wanderer/Scaramouche is an allegory for an abuse victim in recovery--then Dottore is an allegory of an abuser. And not just any old abuser--a serial abuser. A selfish man who is arrogant and likes to hear himself talk who all lives in danger for his selfish aspiration for experimentation. A man who does not care for children or elderly people, only for himself... you can kind of see where I'm going with this. These are two very fundamentally different kinds of "bad"--Scaramouche was a bad person, yes, but he wasn't what I personally would consider to be "evil". Then you have Dottore who is evil, borderline a predator in behavior and in practice. I don't think he has any right or reason to be doing what he is doing.

As in. I havent seen a whole lot of redemption arcs for these kinds of characters done right. That's a big point of concern.

Another big point of concern is, I'm sure Dottore has his reasons for doing these things, it has yet to be revealed what those reasons are, aside from "Mad scientist wants to do horrible science" and for his own selfish gain.

His motivations don't line up for a redemption arc is what I'm getting at.

I really hope HYV doesn't. Try to redeem Dottore. Like I really hope they don't try. Just make him playable as he is people love a fucked up mad scientist you dont need to make every playable character the Traveler's friend PLEASE for the love of god.

And it's not that I dont have faith in the writing team to tell a good story (well... I dont exactly have full trust in them after the disaster that was the Sumeru Interlude Quest, but that's beside the point) but I have. Literally never seen a character who is a symbol of evil (i.e. the man has no redeeming qualities in personality, no apparent kindness or even willing to change his ways) redeemed in a good, tasteful, and thoughtful way. Like ironically I think the closest I've seen was... Teppei from Higurashi GOU/SOTSU. And that was incredibly muddied by the fact that Satoko herself became that kind of "evil" that wasn't truly redeemed by the end. Even that left a bad taste in my mouth.

So I just hope Dottore, if hes playable... idk. Don't try to redeem him, I don't think it's possible to redeem characters who symbolize the peak of humanity's "evil" so I don't want HYV to try. Like either keep him to be a terrible awful man or give us a fresh new Segment gone rogue who doesn't have anything like that attached to him.

It would be FAR more interesting of an allegory to me if they went for the latter route, actually. Kind of like, a family member of that "irredeemable evil" who now has that tied to them as a sin of the person they are related to but not themselves guilty of. It could be fun to see how HYV would treat such a character, and if done right, it could be a really fun way to explore how people (especially victims) often associate family members of abusers to the abuse they carried out but actually had no part of.

Anyway that's my 3AM rant of the day. I have Insomnia. Can you tell?

#Dottore #Il Dottore #Scaramouche #Wanderer #the wanderer #Genshin Impact #Higurashi GOU/SOTSU #Yuuto Wrenn #spoilers for Higurashi btw #its more of a mention but still worth noting

[somnidasha]

okay i'm just thinking about jace, who works at a nightclub. and there's a music band with ridiculous name that performs at this place at least once a week. and jace really hates their music, okay? and no, this hate doesn't have anything to do with their annoying bass player, okay, clary? no, of course, jace was never interested with this simon guy. and, of course, they talk only because jace really has nothing else to do. and maybe (just maybe) making fun about minor at the bar and offer the guy baby food every time instead whatever he was order can be fascinating. and anyway, clary was the one who kept saying to jace that he needed more training to be nice and polite as barmen should be. and it's seems like simon is the best choice when jace need test his patience (because this guy is really annoying. has jace mentioned this before?). and so what if sometimes he really gets lost in that deep eyes? it's mean nothing if he looks at this boy on the stage longer than anyone else and applauds more than he should. after all simon is just best friend of clary's. and jace believes there's some rules like "best friend of my friend can beserves some support from me even if they're very annoying and play really shitty music". jace isn't sure actually but he really don't want to upset clary. so jace totally don't understand what izzy talking about when, after their siblings' meeting at this bar she asked him when he planned to introduce her to his boyfriend.

i'm just thinking about simon who definitely has a crush on this barman. and he really need a month before trying to talk with him. to be honest it was a disaster. as soon as simon opened his mouth a lot of ridiculous chatter came out. and it's seems like simon was told this handsome bartender about his fake id. at least simon got his name. jace. simon thinks that it's suit this guy. and that's probably the first and last thing he knows about him, because simon is pretty sure that they will never perfom at this place again and probably an image of his face will hang on the door of every nightclub with inscription "never let in". so he was really surprised when they returned to this club the following week and everything seemed pretty normal. but for some reasons "python's children" (fuck eric and his names for band) ask him to going for drinks every times since this day. simon literally has no idea why, because he's never come back with something that involves alcohol (some kind of troubles which you deal with when you telling barman about your fake id). but he thinks that it has something to do with clary's smirk which appers every time simon talks with this barman. but if simon know anything it's that jace isn't interested in him. at all. jace lets know that to simon so many times. it will always be clary. and no, simon isn't jealous or anything, he really wants clary to be happy. but when he thinks about it, he just gets so upset that he isn't the one who jace care about (well, maybe simon is a little jealous). but he can't do anything with this.

i'm just thinking about clary and izzy who really care about the happiness of those two idiots. they care so much that they can't ignore obvious feelings between simon and jace. so who can blem girls when they bring those idiots? after all, there's nothing wrong with a friendly dinner for four that girls suddenly can't come to. so boys just need to figure this thing between they. but just in case jace was even thought about acting like asshole izzy made it very clear to him that he can't come to home if he didn't talk to simon. clary was a little softer on this issue but threatening not to talk to simon for about a week seems like torture enough to made simon speak about his feelings. so maybe jace need to say "thank you" for his sister for being able to say anyone that at next performance at the bar everyone that this is his boyfriend who the only good player on stage. and simon will definitely say "thank you" a million times to clary for just the way eric looks when jace kissed simon after the performance.

#shadowhunters #simon lewis #jace herondale #jace wayland #or whatever his name is #jimon #cassandra clare #the mortal instruments #clary fairchild #isabelle lightwood #alternate universe

[blackmissfrizzle]

Les Séparés

Characters: Steven Grant x black!reader, a little bit of Marc Spector x black!reader & Jake Lockely x black!reader

Summary: After a bad day at work, Steven finds a way to relax his girlfriend

Warnings: Smut, brief mentions of violence

A/N: Here's more of my works and if you want to be tagged click here. Also it was barley edited so don't mind the mistakes.

When it came to you and your food you didn’t play. It was in everyone’s best interest for you to eat before a disaster happened. However, today you didn’t mind.

Walking parallel to him a little ways across the room, so you could listen but not intrude on the children’s field trip, you listened to Steven give his tour. 

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. He was so confident, more in control. So much different than the cashier at the gift shop when you first met him.

It was the end of the tour and of course you had to go to the gift shop. As soon as you entered, you connected eyes with the clerk. He was a bit disheveled, but it fit him. Kinda like in a Spencer Reid kind of way. 

You gave him a small smile. In return you received a smile while he tried to lean against the counter coolly.  Unfortunately, he miscalculated his footing and ended up falling over.

Your friends laughed at the poor man. You smacked both of them. “Stop being mean.”

Talia covered her mouth and mumbled an apology while Kat couldn't stop. “I’m sorry, he’s just so awkward. Poor thing looks like Goob. He makes me want to take a nap.”

Tired of your friend making fun of the poor man, you stomped on her foot. “You don’t know what he’s going through.” You harshly whispered at her and then stomped away to go help the man. 

He was so focused on the paperweights; he didn’t notice you helping him until the both of you reached for the same one. “Um, oh,” Steve stumbled over his words.  On the regular, he was always stumbling over his words, but now with someone as beautiful as you in his face he couldn’t remember the English language. “W-wou-wo-would you like one?” It’s the Pyramid of Khafre.”

Actually, you wanted one with an Egyptian god, but his excitement and pure passion wouldn’t let you interrupt him. His confidence soared as went on with this subject. He was definitely a cuter version of Spencer Reid.

“So, this one was built for Pharoh Khafre, son of Khufu, which his tomb is the Great Pyramid of Giza.” He went on and on about facts that you would not normally obtain but seeing this stranger so happy made you happy. Being in his presence was like standing in the sun. 

Some rude ass blonde, most likely his boss interrupted the lesson he was giving you and ordered him to restock and checked some people out. Somehow you followed him around, asking him to give you some more tidbits. 

Soon your friends were ready to leave, but you weren’t. “Thank you, Steven I wish could hear some more.”

Steven was frantic. He may not have experience with women, but he was almost positively sure you were flirting with him. “Ask her out stupid. She clearly wants to be around you more for whatever reason. Just don’t invite her to your house, that’s not a date.” Marc suggested. He watched the whole interaction. Quite frankly, he was surprised Steven held his own. Even he would’ve been nervous with those siren eyes on him.

“Shut up, I know what a date is.” Steven hissed.

You looked to where Steven was staring at and couldn’t figure out who he was talking to? “Huh?”

Steven ran his fingers through his unruly curls, attempting to find courage. Ten simple words. He could do it. He’s been talking to you all night. What’s the difference now? She liked you and not Marc. This was his finally his chance for a genuine connection. “Um- wou- um,” His eyes darted everywhere. He could see your friends at the door, snickering at him.

“Do it, you idiot before she becomes uninterested.”  A deeper, more annoying voice yelled at him.

Not only did Steven had Marc in his head, but now he had Khonsu yelling at him too. It was so loud in his head, he didn’t know he was yelling. “WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME?!” That caught the attention of everyone in the gift shop. Great, now they could get front row seats of him getting rejected.

You couldn’t help but giggle. His nervousness was cute. Nodding your head, you gave him a shy smile. “I would love to. Here’s my number.”  You gave have one last wave and left with your friends.

Steven picked up the piece of paper and held it close to his chest. Maybe things were finally looking up for him.

Your flashback to your first meeting with Steven was interrupted by the preteens asking a bunch of questions. It was a true testament to Steven’s transformation. At the beginning of the tour, those kids looked like they would rather be in school than at the museum, but now they were asking him questions faster than he could answer them.

“And that’s how Osiris became King of the Underworld.” The children clapped. They wanted more, but their teachers ushered them into the gift shop.

Once the last child left his area, he ran/walked to you and scooped you up in his arms. “My beautiful girl.” It never failed, Steven always complimented you when he greeted you. 

“And here’s my handsome lead tour guide.” You scratched his beard, making him lean into your hand. He was always this soft with you. He never raised his voice to you in anger. Steven always made you feel safe.

He led you out to the outdoor courtyard. “Hungry, my love?” He set out the food before you, already knowing your answer. “You could’ve eaten without me.”

“No! Lunch is not the same without you.” You hugged his arm and then kissed his cheek. “Never suggest anything so stupid.”

Steven chuckled as he spread out the lunch. “Sorry, love.” He fed a strawberry to you. His own hunger was forgotten as he tried to satisfy yours first. 

“Eat.” You pushed some food towards Steve.

The two of you sat contently as you enjoyed lunch. Too bad it went by too fast. Per usual, you got caught up in Steven’s new lesson.  

It was hard to part, but somehow you pulled away from him. “I’ll cook tonight.” You scratched his beard while you kissed him.

“Okay, love. Laters gators.” He kissed you through your car window once more and watched you drive off. “I’m one lucky man.” 

--

Dinner was off the schedule. Your coworker pissed you off. That bitch really had the nerve to tell someone not to do a favor for you when you just did a favor for her the other day. The audacity of this bitch. It really ruined the rest of your day. As soon you got home, you poured yourself some wine and waited for Steven. Right when he walked in you began venting.

“And that’s the last time I’m helping her lazy ass.” It felt good to offload all of that. You felt lighter, ignorant to your surroundings or otherwise you would’ve noticed the switch.

The chilling air was the first clue before the New York accent. “One conversation is all I need.”

You shook your head, pinching your eyebrows. “Jake, then why are you holding a knife?”

He looked at you and then the offending weapon and then back at you and shrugged. “It’s my emotional support knife.”

Jake’s unhinged eyes left, and Marc’s concerned ones popped up. “You don’t know the meaning of conversation. I’ll talk with her.”

“First of all, Jake, why doesn’t it surprise me you have an emotional support knife. And second of all, mates none of us will be having a conversation with the shrew. YN can handle this.”

A smile crept up on your face. Steven was so supportive of you. You stroke his face. “Thank you, baby.”

Steven leaned into your touch. “Okay, mates no more interruptions from you two.” His focus returned to you. “I got the perfect thing to make you feel better.”

“What?” You played with his bouncy curls. 

Steven’s choice of relaxation was reading a book of poetry as he massaged your feet while you drank some wine. Though, it only worked for some time.

Instead of being relaxed, you were horny and revved up. Steven’s curls kept falling, so every once in a while, he would push them up, making you jealous it wasn’t your fingers. Constantly, pushing them back, must have gotten on his nerves because he put his glasses-your new favorite accessories of his- on top of his head. To torture you even further, he scratched his beard making you focus on his lips. The lips that were on you for endless hours bringing you multiple orgasms a couple of nights ago. Oh, and that beard you left you soaking. Yeah, you weren’t going to be able to focus until you got some relief. 

Every once in a while, Steven would kiss your foot, but his focus was on the book. Luckily you had a gown on so your movements wouldn’t alert him.

Your hands roamed your body slowly. Each brush you pretended was Steven’s hand and not yours. You reached your flowing destination just as Steven began reading in French. Great. This man was gonna be the death of you. Every word he spoke turned you into a bigger ball of horniness.

You did your best to stay quiet and not distract Steven, but everything felt too good for you not to vocalize it. “Oh my god, Steven.” You sucked your own nipple, trying to recreate the sensation Steven perfected.

“What’s wrong, Love?” Sometimes Steven could be so oblivious. It was frustrating and cute at the same time. 

“Need…you.” You were able to pant out.

His eyes had to be deceiving him. Were you really touching yourself as he read to you? He slid his glasses down to their proper place. “Oh baby,” he licked his lips. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Your voice…it makes me so damn wet.”

A bit of panic soared through you when he set the book down. “No!” Quickly, you put your foot between the book and the couch. “Keep reading.”

He wanted to put his all in pleasing you, but whatever princess wants, princess gets. With his right forearm, he held down the book while his left hand explored your valley of treasure. 

For someone who could be as awkward as Steven one would think he possessed no rhythm. Granted a few months ago that would’ve been true, but not now. The cadence of his words matched the movement of his fingers. 

At this point you didn’t know what was turning you on more, his voice or his fingers. Naturally Steven’s voice was a bit higher than you used to prefer, but oh- when he reads. He reaches this beautiful deep timber, that you could feel in your bones and most importantly your pussy. 

Do not write. I am sad and would like to fade away.

The fine summers without you are nights without light.

I have folded my arms unable to reach you;

And to knock at my heart is to beat on my grave.

Do not write.

Do not write. Let us learn only to die in ourselves

Ask only of God… of yourself, whether I loved you.

In the depths of your absence, to hear that you love me

Is to be hearing from heaven without ever ascending.

Do not write.

Do not write. I am fearful of you and afraid of my memory

That has kept your voice and calls to me often;

Do not show me the water that cannot be drunk

For your cherished writing brings your portrait alive.

Do not write.

Do not write those sweet words that I dare not read any more.

It seems that your voice spreads them over my heart

And, as I see them through the glow of your smile,

It seems they are stamped with a kiss on my heart.

Do not write.

“So sad.” You stopped a tear from sliding further down your face.

Steven threw his prized book to the side. The only thing that could get in between him and your pussy was an imminent threat to your life. “What? The poem? I- we would never leave you.”

“I know,” you softly chuckled, scratching his beard. “It’s so sad I can cum to such a depressing poem.”

Salt and pepper curls fell into your face as Steven hovered over you. You got the perfect view of him being mesmerized by your pussy. Anticipation and horniness built up as you watched him wet his fingers and prepped you for his dick.

Greediness overcame you. You needed all parts of his body touching yours. Forcefully you pulled him down for a kiss while he gracefully entered you.

It didn’t take long for Steven to regain control of everything. Just like Marc and Jake, Steven insisted on taking care of you. It was about the only thing all three could completely agree on. Making love was all about you and you came first…multiple times. Unless you were in trouble with Marc and especially with Jake.

Steven cradled your face. His hold on you grew tighter with every kiss. With Marc and Jake there was an expected roughness, but Steven was usually softer. He made love to you in a delicate and gentle way, but no less satisfying. Not tonight though.  Les Separes ran rapid in his mind. He needed to feel you. A constant reminder that you’re here with him and going nowhere. He never wanted to relate to that poem. 

“Steven.” Your breath hitched. The way he grabbed the meaty flesh by your hips, you knew it would bruise but you didn’t mind. His hips snapped roughly. Thank God all three men knew the difference between harder and faster, but Steven was the master of it.

His lips were barely half an inch above yours. “More beautiful than Hathor.”

“Who was that again?” You pretended to forget. Seeing him geek out was a huge turn on. 

It was obvious you asked to get a rile out of him. You were the perfect student for him, absorbing every fact he stated, even if it was one, he said offhandedly “Later, babes.” He nipped your ear while he pumped into you. “Right now, let me ravish you.”

“Ravish away.” You moaned. 

Steven pulled away for a few moments, to flip you around. His plan was to take you from behind, but your creaminess was begging to be eaten. 

At the first you lick, you almost collapse. Your bud was already so sensitive, that even crossing your legs would have set you off. “Steven,” you groaned, reaching behind you, and tugging on his unruly curls, simply guiding him.

Near his own orgasm, Steven pulled up and slowly entered you. “Oh love,” he kissed down your spine. “I could never get tired of you. Thank you for giving me a chance.” You were the only woman to truly show him what love is.

“I love you, Steven Grant.” You cupped his face, leading him to kiss you.

The two of your moans were muffled by the kisses and the sloshing of your sexes. Steven folded over you once he came down from his climax. “Mind if we stay here, love?” He kissed down your spine again, squeezing your hip intermittently. 

“Not at all.” You laid there content with Steven’s weight comfortably on top of you. 

Sleep was claiming you when you were alerted by the rolling of your nipples and tiny little nips on your neck.

“Querida, you’ve had enough rest.”

Uh-oh. You should’ve known better. When one gets a taste then they all want a taste. Better prepare for a long night.

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#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x black!reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x black!reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely x black!reader #moonknight #moonknight x reader #moonknight x black!reader #frizzlefic #frizzlesfic

[ramonag-if]

Hello, dear author!

I cannot describe how in love I am with your story. It's sooooo well written - I cried for my MC's behalf 🫣 And I didn't know I could hate a fictional character so much (I'm talking about you, Sal)😆

Danzor is annoying with his blind support of Sal but I actually cannot blame him - my MC devoted to Irus no less 😃 But I like to think MC will tell Irus off if he'll make a mess of things (but still be there with him to take care of this mess). So I kinda wander - is Danzor devotion to Sal really blind or he does think she's not always right but he keep silence so she won't be upset?

And also - will it be possible for MC to be religious at first in childhood - you know, like faith being the only thing she has from mama - but in the end despise old (or any) gods? And in theory: we've seen Anu with her fire blade and it was impressive, but could MC refuse this blessing and still be a better and stronger warrior? Like "I don't need your gods to be good at wielding a blade and win against you😎"? Cuz my MC won't hear a crap about her baby Irus and she's ready to pounce at anyone who treats him wrong.

Oh, and also!! (Sorry for my blabbering, I'm just really excited for any crops of information about your masterpiece 😅). We know Rana is quite lonely child, but did she get bullied? Despite all hatred of my MC for Sal and her guard dog my MC wouldn't hesitate to protect Rana from bullies even if at first MC thought she don't want anything to do with Sal new family. And I would like for them to be close with each other, but I'm not sure if MC ready to approach Rana first after this disaster "dinner" unless her protection instinct is kicking in cuz right now she's too hurt by Sal to even consider getting to know her little sis. Do we have to be the one to take initiative with Rana (because I'm not sure she'll do anything, she's afraid of MC if MC was aggressive with her parents) or there will be some situation where MC can protect Rana?

P.S. sorry about my English 🫣 I'm not native speaker so I hope you understand my questions.

Hello! I'm so happy that you're enjoying the game 😊💖

Danzor is not blind to Salyra's flaws. He's learnt to bite his tongue about certain topics because he's come to understand that Salyra's mind can't be changed when she's determined to do something.

You're already able to change your beliefs throughout the story. There's nothing that will bar you from succeeding in the game if you don't believe or worship. The divinity stat simply opens up more choices/options to go about doing something but you'll still be able to be a warrior/diplomat/insert fun title here without wielding immense powers.

Rana wasn't bullied to the extent the MC might have been. At most, it was a few pointed stares or some teasing from the children of families who don't actually support Salyra. She's lonely, but not bullied as much as she used to be but that's more because Rana's learnt how to keep away from most children. She does have a few friends with the other children who live in the temple, so there's that 😅 I can't say if the MC will get a chance to protect Rana from bullies because of the plot structure, but who knows?

Your English is perfectly fine so don't stress about it 🌼😊

#crown of exile #answered asks #salyra #divine blessings #princeirus #rana #danzor

[mamavino]

Hi! For the ship ask game could you talk about Dorothy x Nozel and Nebra x Zora. 💕

Woohoo my first question is the question ship game. First off thank you @kalolasfantasyworld for explaining where I could turn it on.

You are with two nice ships.

Dorothy x Nozel. I have seen a lot of art of them and they are right somewhere when you see them like that. Also in the manga/anime it is hinted that (at least Dorothy) sees Nozel as more that a fellow captain. Remember when Noelle was in Dortothy's glamor world. It's not a ship I will write so much, or a fanficion will read of if they are the only ship. But that doesn't mean they aren't fun. And also think they could work very well.

Nebra x Zora, one of my favorite ships. I know this is a crack ship, but I have a love for that somehow. I also think of the 5 BC FanFics I've written, 4 of them are with Nebra x Zora. I find because they are such a difference but also have the same stubbornness it makes them perfect. This ship is a disaster, they are insane. They will always be at each other's throats but oh dear if someone points the wrong finger at the other. I think they don't talk much about their feelings but more their feelings in small actions. As I said, I love this ship. In my story Royals, they also have two children, Zara and Erisa.

#black clover #black clover fanfiction #rare paring #zora x nebra #Nozel x Dorothy #Ask me #fandom ships

[reneesbooks]

writeblr positivity tag

my wonderful morbo @serenanymph tagged me <3 gently tagging @lyssa-ink @lena-rambles @zmwrites @winterandwords and under a cut because it's long. blank questions at the bottom <3

1. What motivates you to write?

the thought of holding the finished book in my hands and being able to reread it and share it. also spite

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

y'all wanna see maura be a little bit fucked up and evil

“My father said something to me often,” Maura interrupts, her eyes narrowing. “The law is the law. None are exempt.” She tosses a disdainful look at the duchess. “Those who have no respect for the law will always have excuses for breaking it.” She bends down and tips the duchess's chin up with a finger. Keelan's fingers tighten around his sword. Maura tilts her head to the side. “Your Grace,” she says. “You asked for mercy. You shall have it.”

The duchess sobs. “Thank you, Your Majesty—”

“Do not thank me, wretch.” Maura's lip curls. “Your mercy is the mercy allotted by law. Tell me. Which foot do you value more?”

The duchess's lip trembles. “I beg you, Your Majesty, mercy—”

“You shall have it.” Maura's eyes are unforgiving. “Which foot?”

The duchess's eyes dart around the throne room, wide and terrified. “I—I don't know.”

“Hm.” Maura releases her and stands. “She can have more time to decide. Until she does, get her out of my sight.”

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

i love all my children equally this is a mean question. currently my favorite chew toy is Jack, who is a minor character in my current wip. Jack is a pathetic disaster bisexual who was left to die as an infant but still managed to survive to adulthood and is using that luck to cause problems on purpose. he steals for a living and flirts for fun and profit. he is in love with his best friend/accomplice Arthur, but can't handle real emotions and is being really thickheaded about it. Arthur is too busy pining for him to notice. Jack is just a little guy. gay boy disaster man. also he killed like 20 people.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

working out plot/worldbuilding issues. i love sitting down and going "ok how am i going to make this make any gddamn sense" and then bouncing ideas around until i hit one that fits perfectly. yeah sex is great but have you ever found the perfect answer to your plot hole that ties together all the recurring themes and arcs in the story AND has an opportunity to use your overcomplicated worldbuilding?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

mainly dialogue. i love imagining conversations and i've been working on dialogue for a long time. my dialogue used to be so cringey so glad i learned from it

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

we're all a little unhinged about our own writing so nobody minds when you get a little unhinged about their writing. safe space to be unhinged about people's writing

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

i use campfire write and i love it for keeping worldbuilding organized. it has a lot of visual tools which is great for me personally and it's very customizable. highly recommend it, there is a free desktop version that still gets you quite a bit of usage and the mobile app is free

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

i've really enjoyed fleshing out the countries outside of Raedora and how their political systems and cultures are different. for example Guildi also is monarchical, but they have an emperor and their law is absolute, followed exactly as written based on the judgment of the emperor. Fierodia, by contrast, is the homeland of the dragons, so they have two governments--one for the humans, and one for the dragons--and both are a little more democratic in nature, with a Council of the Wise (elders) ruling the dragons while the most powerful magical human families sit on another council that takes petitions from representatives sent by villages and cities.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

open a blank document. i do this in a simple text editor (.txt) because it forces me to look at the words more (idk how else to explain it). write the dumbest thing you can think of. literally. if you get stuck, hit enter a few times and start writing something else. yes even if you get stuck in the middle of a sentence. do NOT let yourself sit there staring at a blank document, just write. even if it's bad and stupid and doesn't make sense. ESPECIALLY if it's bad and stupid and doesn't make sense. write the stupid little plot bunnies that you came up with in line at starbucks. bullet point a short story you'll never write. purposefully write the most gd-awful purple prose. have some silly little fun with it. rewrite snl episodes that you think would be funnier if you were in charge. anytime you are stuck for more than like 30 seconds hit enter three times and try something else. rinse and repeat until the gears start turning for the thing you actually want to work on.

save these files (i have a little dedicated spot on my drive) so that you don't lose your funky little experimental stuff. you never know what you'll find there later.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

i adore @serenanymph's wip beast and all the blorbos found within and how much she supports lacuna. @lyssa-ink's wips my beloved. @zmwrites has some incredible wips and an amazing writing style. i love the worldbuilding from @akindofmagictoo's dragonsong and @oh-no-another-idea is one of the biggest sweethearts on this website.

blank questions:

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

#writeblr community #writeblr #writeblr positivity #tag game #it’s my morbo 🥺🥰 #lacuna #anyway this got even longer than i expected but i had fun #oh jack...he technically has a higher body count than keelan #there is a longer version of the maura snippet where she goes a bit feral and keelan thinks 'oh boy hope this doesn't awaken anything in me #rb original #original fiction #maura #keelan #jack

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arrested development, season one ( part one )

❛  it just makes me want to set myself on fire.  ❜ ❛  a trick is something a whore does for money ... or candy.  ❜ ❛  yes, this is my family. so, why am i so happy? because i’ve decided to never speak to these people again.  ❜ ❛  i wonder how i can talk you out of ever making that face again.  ❜ ❛  we just got in ... a month ago.  ❜ ❛  what an adventure, gang.  ❜ ❛  you’re putting [NAME] in charge? the one who thought that the blue on the map was land?  ❜ ❛  let me ask you. are you all concerned about an uprising?  ❜ ❛  you guys are so smart.  ❜ ❛  so, no hard feelings. adios. sayonara. i’ll see you when the first parent dies.  ❜ ❛  they cannot arrest a husband and wife for the same crime.  ❜ ❛  i got the worst fucking attorneys.  ❜ ❛  what are you doing? are you trying to cry? seriously, you’re gonna pull a muscle.  ❜ ❛  we’re an incredibly disappointing family. but we are a family.  ❜ ❛  i am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich.  ❜ ❛  no touching!  ❜ ❛  you just made a fool out of yourself in front of t-bone.  ❜ ❛  i don’t know what i expected.  ❜ ❛  you know how much rejection i face every day?  ❜ ❛  i can’t tell you how many health codes you’re violating right now.  ❜ ❛  would you like to try that a little simpler, maybe?  ❜ ❛  it’s fine. they’re an arsonist, not an embezzler.  ❜ ❛  they’re grown-ups. they’re allowed to have fun whenever they want. we’re kids. we’re supposed to be working.  ❜ ❛  no. i don’t wanna be in charge. but i’d like to be asked.  ❜ ❛  you think it’s irresponsible? i’ll be right there.  ❜ ❛  why are you calling me? what do you need?  ❜ ❛  it’s a bird!  ❜ ❛  is this a business decision? or is it personal? ‘cause if it’s business, i’ll go away happily. but if it’s personal ... i’ll go away, but i won’t be happy.   ❜ ❛  wow, we’re just blowing through nap time, aren’t we?  ❜ ❛  they’re the last person i ever want to need something from.  ❜ ❛  it’s gonna be a huge disaster. i’ll get you tickets.  ❜ ❛  i just haven’t met anybody who’s not self-absorbed and impossible to have a conversation with.  ❜ ❛  if that’s a veiled criticism about me, i won’t hear it and i won’t respond to it.  ❜ ❛  i, too, have an announcement to make.  ❜ ❛  you are so deliciously witty.  ❜ ❛  that’s why you never get out of the tree.  ❜ ❛  has your hair always been that pointy?  ❜ ❛  you know, you gotta put family first. that’s the stupid thing that i believe.  ❜ ❛  i’ve made a huge mistake.  ❜ ❛  they think you’re full of shit.  ❜ ❛  i mean it’s one banana. what could it cost? ten dollars?  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna break into the permit office? sweet, can i come?  ❜ ❛  take it back. if i wanted something your thumb touched, i’d eat the inside of your ear.  ❜ ❛  i don’t care. and i’m not saying ‘i don’t care’ like those people who say they don’t care when they really do care ‘cause i really don’t care.  ❜ ❛  i don’t wanna go to prison. i don’t think i could take it. i mean, i know i act tough but ...  ❜ ❛  they do allow some nervous crying but you can tell they don’t like it.  ❜ ❛  where is all this coming from? i thought we were getting along.  ❜ ❛  i shall duck behind the couch.  ❜ ❛  there is no god!  ❜ ❛  no one is going to portugal, you idiot!  ❜ ❛  you know what? i think, you and i ought to spend more time together. it’ll drive them crazy.  ❜ ❛  you’re my third least favourite person.  ❜ ❛  i’m foolish and i’m funny and i’m needy. am i needy? are you sure i’m not needy? ‘cause i feel needy sometimes.  ❜ ❛  you’re a good person. you always do things for others. you’re the only one holding this group together.  ❜ ❛  i feel confident. i’m feeling proud even. for the first time in my life.  ❜ ❛  rest up, sweetie. you gave me quite a scare.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t feel a thing. you know, i’m crazy about this aspirin. can’t believe we give it to children.  ❜ ❛  i just jumped through a plate glass window on a date.  ❜ ❛  you and i were getting along so well. i was thinking so highly of you. how could you make me think this was all my fault?  ❜ ❛  stop lying. stop manipulating. just be nicer.  ❜

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