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delphi-dreamin · 1 year

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Delphiiiiiiiiii babyyyyyy~

What are your wedding dress canons for the brothers (+dateables if you want, writer's choice)?

I gotta know 😈

Sassy, I'm a puddle of goop on the floor. 🥺🥺🥺 You didn't have to do this.

I'm gonna do the brothers + Simeon and Solomon. Because they're the ones I feel most strongly about. 😘

Lucifer

So, for Lucifer I wanted to go a little classic, a little modest, but still a little sexy. I wanted to do a ballgown (because what little girl doesn't imagine getting married in a princess-style ballgown to the prince of her dreams?) but I couldn't really find one that fit what I was going for. And then I found this:

A gorgeous A-line with a semi-sheer bodice with off the shoulder bell sleeves. It's absolutely perfect. (And, with that slit there, we wouldn't be trying to faff around with a bunch of tulle after...)

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After having been through Kleinfeld's entire catalogue twice now, I have found my dream dress.

Funnily enough, same model. But, it's a gorgeous ballgown. With my lace and the sleeves. I love it. I want to get married right now. where do I sign?

Mammon

My initial instinct was to go full sexy. But...We all know Mams wants you all to himself. The Avatar of Greed doesn't want you showing off everything to everyone, that's all for him. But I did still go sort of gold, beaded, and embroidered.

I can just imagine him picking me up and twirling me around the dance floor during the reception in this dress.

Levi

The Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy is getting married in uniform, I'm assuming on the beach so that Lotan can attend. So I wanted to do something without a lot of volume that could get super heavy if wet. Something that would look classy next to that sexy af uniform we all love to imagine our favorite otaku in.

So, I found a diamond-white fit and flare dress with beautiful chantilly lace, a sheer corset bodice, and off the shoulder bell sleeves. I love it, it's gorgeous, and I think the Admiral would die the first time he sees it.

Satan

I wanted something that reminded me of a fairytale for Satan. Like. Make me feel like a Disney princess. I didn't immediately go to the Disney Fairy Tale Wedding collection, lol. But I found something just as pretty.

(The first dress without a single sheer element!) But look at it! The lantern sleeves! The bustier! The slit! The metallic accents! I can see myself losing a shoe running down the front steps of a castle in this dress, and I think Satan would absolutely love it.

Asmo

I originally wanted to do something short and sexy for Asmo. I even had one in mind. But then I was looking for Lucifer's and I saw this one and it was The One.

The blush pink, the still sexy fitted bodice with the embroidery. Asmo would cry. I'm talking ugly sobbing. And he won't be able to keep his hands off of my waist in that bodice. (Plus, I have a perfect hourglass, even if I am a bit chubby. I wanna show it off, damnit!)

Beel

Beel thinks his human is beautiful no matter what they wear, but like. Why go simple because of that? I did go to the Disney Fairy Tale Weddings collection for this one.

(Don't come at me for this one being photographed on a beach after talking about a beach wedding for Levi. I didn't even LOOK at this collection until just now.)

You can't see it in this shot, but my favorite detail about this dress is that the buttons in the back go all the way down the train. The illusion bodice and the beading and the embroidery are all gorgeous. But the buttons all the way down the train? *chef's kiss*

Belphie

So, for Belphie I wanted something that looked soft. With a skirt that he could lay his head on. Because, let's face it, he's gonna fall asleep at some point. That meant not a lot of embroidery or beading on the skirt, probably no tulle because it can get scratchy after a while, and no stiffer fabrics.

Look at this ballgown. I mean, look at it! I love the scalloped edging, the embroidered details, the beaded bodice, the straps! And the skirt looks perfect for napping on. And, do mine eyes deceive me, or does it have POCKETS???

Simeon

Oh my angel...For Simeon I wanted something a little angelic, but with enough skin showing to get him a little hot under the collar. Because I recently discovered a corruption kink. Go figure.

(And I have more tits than our lovely model here, sooo...)

Showing off at least three pact marks, plus the majority of my tattoos? I think that counts.

Solomon

How do you tease a tease? By showing him everything he can't have until later.

This dress deserves two pictures. You have to see the front and the back. Because. You just do. And, I'm gonna say, objectively I hate this dress. I would never wear it. But if it was for one giant ass prank on Solomon, I'd wear it. Absolutely I would.

Look at that slit. Look at how sheer that is. Look at that BACK. You could see literally ALL of my tattoos and pact marks in this dress. there's no hiding anything. (Yeah, I know it's got built-in nude paneling, but as far as I can see it only covers so much.) The ride to the reception hall would be SO fun.

Okay, maybe I do like this dress after all...

#Sassy dearest #you're the best #obey me #wedding headcanons #that second dress tho #i'm not tagging them all individually because i'd be here all day

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oddmawd · 6 months

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for the ask game: #4 (mythical creature you think/believe is real?), #5 (favorite form of potato?), #11 (anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?), #26 (how’s your spice tolerance?), and #29 (preferred pasta noodle?)

#4 (mythical creature you think/believe is real?) - ALIENS BRO, FRIGGIN ALIENS...but not like in a "little green men" kinda way, i just think it's ludicrous to believe we're alone in the vastness of space and time

#5 (favorite form of potato?) - scalloped with a ton of cheese, and baked long enough to get crispy edges

#11 (anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?) - my favorite stuffed toy (a bunny in a nightgown lol) and a set of "magic stones" i got from a video game

#26 (how’s your spice tolerance?) - pretty good but not incredible, i like spicy food but i'm not one of those people who orders 5/5 just so i can suffer while eating...look, i'm subby and whatnot but i'm not a MASOCHIST-masochist LMAOOOO

#29 (preferred pasta noodle?) - cavatappi is underrated and both the word and the shape make me laugh

look at those silly lil guys lmaooo

#ask meme #random questions ask

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sleevesareforlosers · 1 year

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danny hi!!!! are u working on any projects rn and if so. can we see them 👀

HELLO matt sorry for the delay! Im workin on a few projects rn but i am a LITTLE low on photos so bear with me

the MOST RECENT thing ive started on is a cloak for @pollackpatrol which i don't have any pictures of rn unfortunately but im sure some will exist once im a little further along with it! currently waiting for the bias stretch to sort itself out lol

and then I got into the fabric for it today but i drafted the pattern a few weeks ago and i am making myself a pair of pants! i've been dreaming about these guys for almost a year theyre my take on a pair of 'farmer pants' i made for a production of the crucible last year and im using some nice grey wool flannel that I had leftover from one of my historical petticoats. enjoy the sole unfocused photo of them that i have so far

[ID. A soft-focused photo of the front panel of a pair of pants. There is an open box pleat basted down at the waistline, and a finished hip pocket along the (eventual) side seam. The fabric edges are pinked, rather than cut smooth and it is a medium grey, brushed and slightly fuzzy. End ID.]

and THEN i've been slowly knitting up THIS hood (ravelry link) with this GORGEOUS blue wool ive had for a few years. its nice to have a project that I can just kinda pick away at with no pressure, we're currently not speaking because i messed up a row and dont want to rip it back skdjfsh. lace knitting is NOT really my strong suit yet but its coming a lot easier than I expected and ough. look at her

[ID. An unfinished panel of knitting, roughly eight inches long so far. It is knitted in a lace pattern with a slightly feathery appearance, with a fine yarn that variegates between light and medium shades of blue. The bottom half of the knitting has a scalloped edge and is gathered slightly into the flat top portion. End ID.]

aaaaand im also gathering the fabric for uh... four different quilts and i have a pattern (ravelry link) and needles i need to suck up and buy for a DIFFERENT knitting project that im gonna make FIRST in some variegated green cotton i have and if i like it im gonna make another in purple for the fall out boy show.

so LOTS OF PROJECTS!! hope this was interesting to read and that you're doing well!

#paralytic-states #my clothes #<- in progress at least

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three-moons-watching · 2 years

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so i made some pirate dragons

and here they are

Rapscallion (aka Captain Scally aka Scallywag) - Captain of the Gilded Skyline

-uses he/they/xe/vey/wyv/wyvern pronouns as well as any pirate-related neos

-A tribrid sand/mud/seawing - he’s mostly a sorta pale sandy color but has brown along his spine and the edges of his wings and talons. there’s a dusting of brown scales around his face that looks like stubble/a beard. he has a sandwing’s tail barb and the glowy scales of a seawing. the glowy scales glow a pale blue that’s like the sky - there are green scales kinda mushed in with his brown scales, and some pale blue spotted on his sandy scales - his eyes are a dark gray-brown

-he chose his name

-does not have gills, but can hold his breath for a very long time (like 3 hours or so)

-probably bi or gay tbh i dunno

-very high spirited! always seems to be laughing and having a merry time with his crew - he chose all of them himself and loves them like family. he’s got the energy of a favorite uncle

-very skilled fighter. he made his ship with his own two claws, and a good captain always goes down with their ship

rest of the crew under the cut!

Petrichor (aka Petti aka Parrot aka Parrot 2.0) - First Mate

-she/they/fae/he and pirate neos

-a hybrid rain/sea (and possibly leaf)wing - mostly keeps their scales shades of indigo and green but scales change color according to the rainwing color chart and what not - their seawing glow scales can be any color! - eyes are blue and gold

-she’s Rapscallion’s best friend

-Petrichor and Scally learned aquatic together and then had their own made up sorta dialect for aquatic (it’s basically just pirate speak lol)

-also very high-spirited

-Petrichor and Rapscallion have learned how to balance out each other’s nonsense - one of them knows when to be serious and can reign the other in and they work very well together

-Petrichor is very good with their claws, she can sew

-really good with knots

-not so great at fighting but can hold his own

-has gills and can breathe underwater

Scallop - (aka Sea Pup aka...Scallop) - Cabin Boy

-he/him, trying out they and pirate neos (not a big fan of neos but alright with they/them atm)

-sand/mudwing hybrid who looks a lot like Rapscallion but without the green and blue seawing bits - eyes are a dark brown

-a lot of dragons think Scallop and Rapscallion are brothers - Rapscallion says they are, Scallop always denies it

-doesn’t know why or how he’s here. but. he’s here

-not the most approachable dragon on the ship but if you befriend him he will die for you

-probably still a dragonet and the youngest member of the crew

Crow - (aka...Crow) - The Lookout

-he/she

-a night/seawing hybrid - scales are very, very black, there’s no underlying purple or dark blue, just black like a void -his glow scales are a super pale blue that’s almost white - they have gills and can breathe underwater - her eyes are bright yellow

-basically lives up in the crow’s nest to the point where instead of being called “The Crows Nest” it’s referred to as “Crow’s Nest” and she sleeps up there sometimes

-almost completely silent except for when he decides to yell at the other crewmates from the crow’s nest

-she’s the ship’s alarm clock and sings at the top of her lungs to get everyone up

Parrot - (aka Parrot the First aka Parrot 1.0 aka The Cooler Parrot) - Gunner

-he/she/they

-rain/skywing who keeps their scales blinding vibrant parrot colors (mostly red, orange, and yellow but sometimes blue or green) and has huge wings - eyes are bright orange

-probably has an eye patch

-loves blowing stuff up

-has venom that burns longer than a regular rainwing’s would, but no fire

-Parrot and Crow are the second and third mate but they have no idea who is second and who is third and whenever the topic comes up they argue about it for hours (Rapscallion does not help with this at all, mans seems to enjoy watching the chaos unfold ajsdlfkajsfd)

Guppy (aka Gup) - Medic/Cook

-he/him

-mud/seawing hybrid - mostly green and brown (with a splash of blue), has the vibes of a swamp creature - eyes are dark blue and green

-talks in his sleep and always mumbling to himself - doesn’t talk to the crew at any volume louder than a murmur unless he’s shouting back at Crow (cause he’s not about to ignore crow that’d be rude)

-works with Scallop the most, attempting to teach the lad how to cook

-has gills but terrified of the thought of trying to breathe underwater so he mostly just holds his breath when he swims

I may add more (or change stuff) in the future :D i’m havin fun with these guys

#how do i tag this #pigeon writes stuff #that might be a good one #uh #pigeon rambles #don't know how to tag all of them yet might come back to that later #feel free to present your own dragons and i will add them to my crew!!#they can be any tribe #im thinking about maybe an icewing perhaps idk #also if you maybe wanna enable me and send asks about them in my inbox cause haha worldbuilding go brrrr feel free :D #gilded skyline crew

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likesunsetorange · 4 months

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“eren just thinks she’s trying to spite him lol. meanwhile mikasa thinks she upset him and she looks like a kicked puppy lol they’re such idiots”

looking up at him from her little squat on the ground where she’s debating 😭 she can’t decide if she wants the scallop edges or the straight ones

and eren is just borderline glaring at her and she’s asking him what’s wrong and he won’t answer and she’s genuinely so concerned!! she might’ve even abandon her ribbon shopping all together to go dote on him and that’s when he realizes she was genuinely just being indecisive and he feels a bit like a dick for assuming the worst of her bc she really does care!! (now at least)

#bodyguard au #asks

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sysig · 3 years

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Sickeningly sweet, and likes you just so much

#My art #Vectors are very good!! I have missed them #I was gonna sleep but this took precedent lol #I also like how the colours have basically just been moved around from Charm's outfit so [Purple Text]'s white ensemble can stay #Not that it's super visible here lol you'll just have to take my word for it #But from the traditional doodles - the only real difference is the short sleeves and the scalloped dividing edges #Those scalloped edges make me so curious what a Charm/Caden fusion would look like ugh ♥ Caden's party outfit? Yes #Anyway - Geode lol #I think that middlemost divider between the shirt and pants would be where [Purple Text]'s purple robes would come in #Since the cape's been turned into Charm's colours mostly #So it'd be this really vibrant purple intercut with the dark obsidian - harsh gradient style #Much like a real geode!#I really love this style of shining gold it's so simple but it looks really sharp :D #Hh vectors really are the funnest ♪

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howl-core · 2 years

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I love your account so much! Quick question (that could definitely have a long answer): which era of fashion do you see HMC inhabiting? There are certain context clues, like velvet and petticoats, but it seems DWJ kept it intentionally vague. She mentions the world being a fairy tale brought to life, but what kind of storybook, is my question.

Hi!! Oh my god I’m so sorry it took me this long to answer this😭….. but still! Thank you:D I LOVE this question, especially because we don’t really have a definitive ‘canon’ answer. I’m so curious what Diana herself would say... but even though we sadly can no longer ask her, I think in some ways not knowing can be even better, because it gives us so much freedom! Since you seem amenable to it, I would love to indulge in a long, needlessly thorough answer, to make up for how long it took me to reply:

I think there are two factors to consider. Number one is, “If Ingary is set in an era based on one from our world, what are the clues in the text we can use to help narrow down which era(s) it could be?”

The second factor is, “Ingary is a fantasy land, so does it mirror an era from our world at all? And in what part of our world?”

However, regardless of which “factor” you ascribe to regarding Ingary, it’s helpful to have as much textual evidence on hand about clothing in Ingary as possible when forming an idea of it overall. I skimmed through my copy of HMC and tried to find as many notable descriptions of clothes as possible (which was not as labor-intensive as it sounds, I promise!! By now I know the story very well so I already knew roughly where to find everything.) Here is what I found:

- The hat shop!! Right off the bat, we learn that there are hats made of straw, felt, velvet, and silk; they can be decorated with veiling and ‘hidden twinkles’, feathers, flowers and fruit made from wax and silk, and that they can be wide-brimmed, or bonnets, or ‘smart’.

- Clothing items mentioned in the Mayday scene: “Trailing silk sleeves”, “trailing cloaks and long sleeves and stamping buckled boots they would never have dreamed of wearing on a working day”

- The iconic blue-and-silver suit, of course, is on separate occasions described as “fantastical” and “flamboyant”; on Mayday Sophie observes that “His [Howl’s] sleeves trailed longer than any in the Square, all scalloped edges and silver insets.” When Sophie is mending it after the Green Slime Incident, she cuts it into triangles. It is unclear to me whether the suit actually consists of triangles of fabric, or if Sophie is just cutting triangles out of it: “She hobbled up and fetched the blue-and-silver suit, which she spent the rest of the day cutting little blue triangles out of in order to make a patchwork sort of skirt.” (p. 107) “Poor Lettie! Sophie thought, putting brisk, tiny stitches round her fifty-seventh blue triangle. Only another forty or so to go.” (p. 168) When Sophie and Michael accidentally gigantify it, we learn that it has “a frill of collar” as well as silver buttons. (p. 183-184)

- The grey-and-scarlet suit — Presumably similar in style to the blue-and-silver one?

- The Witch of the Waste is described as wearing: “A sable wrap drooping from her elbows and diamonds winking all over her dense black dress... the lady’s wide hat [had] real ostrich plume dyed to reflect the pinks and greens and blues winking in the diamonds and yet still look black.” Interestingly, while I guess I could picture this ensemble in a 19th or 18th-century style, the first thing this description made me think of was actually more like a 1940’s prima donna/movie star look lol. (perhaps even a bit like Lady Dimitrescu😳)

- p.101 “[Lettie] was wearing a dress of the same kind of pinks and white as the crowded apple blossom overhead. Her dark hair trailed in glossy curls over one shoulder,”

- p.6 “There was one deep rose outfit [Sophie] made for Lettie… which Fanny said looked as if it had come from the most expensive shop in Kingsbury.”

- In another appearance (p.157) she is described thus: “Her hair, instead of being orderly chestnut curls, was a rippling mass of red, hanging almost to her waist, and she was dressed in floating flutters of auburn and pale yellow.”

- p. 151: The soldiers at the palace are “splendidly dressed” in red and wear white gloves (the ones upstairs wear blue instead of red)

- p.51: “Outside stood a personage wearing a stiff white wig and a wide hat on top of that. He was clothed in scarlet and purple and gold, and he held up a little staff decorated with ribbons like an infant maypole... Scents of clove and orange blossom blew into the room.” (Michael also mentions that he thinks this person is the Chancellor’s clerk)

- Michael wears “his best plum velvet suit” to see the king (p. 68)

- The clothes Howl buys Sophie and Michael: “Several pairs of silk stockings; two parcels of the finest cambric petticoats, with flounces, lace, and satin insets; a pair of elastic-sided boots in dove-grey suede; a lace shawl; and a dress of grey watered silk trimmed with lace that matched the shawl... the lace alone was worth a fortune.” “Michael unwrapped a handsome new velvet suit.” (p. 122)

- Mrs. Pentstemmon’s estate: The trio are greeted by “an elderly footman in black velvet”; Mrs. P herself wears “a gold-mesh mitten, on a gold-topped cane. She wore old-gold silk, in a very stiff and old-fashioned style, finished off with an old-gold headdress not unlike a crown, which tied in a large old-gold bow beneath her gaunt eagle face.” (p. 143)

- Howl’s black ensemble includes “a long jet pendant” as his earring (his single earring?? king) on p.184

…Ah fuck I bet there’s more but that’s enough for now. I think I would want to make a separate post talking about the hints we get about the world *itself*… But one that pops out to me is actually that Howl having an indoor toilet is described as a kingly luxury, lol. That definitely helps us narrow down the time frame. We know that indoor toilets of some kind do exist, but having one is very rare. (I kind of don’t like to treat this as canon lmao… somehow I can’t picture the streets of Market Chipping flooded with chamber pot contents, as realistic as it may be) That puts it probably a little before the 1700’s or earlier, if we are comparing it to our world’s timeline. Interestingly:

“In the 18th century, the first public water supply networks (examples of old water supply piping pictured above) were installed in London by private companies. They served limited areas of the city, allowing the wealthy to access fresh water on tap.” According to the same article, “The S-bend was introduced to the design of flush toilets by Scottish inventor Alexander Cumming in 1775. This modification allows for fresh water to sit in the toilet bowl, at the same time as preventing sewage water and fumes from rising into it, generally improving hygiene. The basic technology has been in use ever since.” (Wild I never knew this lol… trivia night here I come!!)

…So that seems to put us roughly around the 1700s?

That mostly checks out with the descriptions of the clothes, I think! Both of these slides seem to at least somewhat match the descriptions of big/trailing sleeves, boots, the “suits”, and general elaborateness:

And these fantastic timelines are certainly compatible with the descriptions of dresses and hats that we get!

Additionally, although the heyday of European fairytales was a bit earlier (1500’s-late 1600’s), lot of fairytales were still written roughly around this time — Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve published the first official version of La Belle et la Bête (Beauty & the Beast) as we know it today in 1740, Johann Karl August Musäus published the Volksmärchen der Deutschen between 1782 and 1787; and Grimm’s Fairy Tales, or Kinder- und Hausmärchen, was first published in 1813. So this would absolutely work as a time period around which to base a fractured fairytale such as HMC, although the 1500’s and 1600’s would also work… If I weren’t deciding to base this entire argument around ONE mention of a toilet………. but anyways. That’s Option One. (Cannot believe I’m basing all this off a toilet…)

But anyway. Option Two — ignoring *our* world’s timeline entirely— is… me doing whatever the hell I want. And that is, essentially, one big historical mishmash! CHAOS!! A Frankenstein-ed together Victorian, Georgian, Elizabethan, and Edwardian tilt-a-whirl of frocks and finery, along with a dash of style that has no equivalent in our world at all!

I must admit, the Ghibli movie has a bit of influence over my idea of Ingary — I absolutely love the post-Industrial Revolution, quasi-steampunk aesthetics of Ghibli’s Market Chipping, and the mid/late 1800’s fashions that the characters wear! I could easily see the Hatter sisters wearing those lovely side-buttoning Victorian boots, and my god, that film did hats SO much justice. I also adore Markl’s little waistcoat+bow tie+trousers combo in the movie and usually mentally give Michael something similar to that, just in different colors. But overall, I don’t see Book!Ingary being steampunk or post-Industrial, as much as I love it in the film. Perhaps little elements of that here and there, but again, I see it as a big mishmash of multiple eras. I love picturing the King’s guards with frilly Elizabethan collars, pageboy/squire haircuts (even though the King’s chancellor has a white wig, suggesting a more Georgian aesthetic) and puffy little breeches. Lol. I think of Lettie’s pink dress in the orchard as very mid-late 1700’s, perhaps similar in design to the 1763, 1785 or 1790 dresses in the dress timelines above. Mrs. Pentstemmon I imagine in full, damely Victorian splendor. Somehow, as I mentioned before, the Witch of the Waste seems almost outside of this timeline entirely, like a grand 1930’s movie star.

And as for for Howl and Sophie… Well, I actually have a project pending this May Day for my official headcanon of Howl’s blue/silver suit and Sophie’s gray dress;) So perhaps you will see that then! But for now, I will say that Sophie’s grey dress has a fairly consistent design in my mind, but Howl’s suit changes a LOT. Sometimes I imagine him in these very crisp 1700’s clothes, almost like Lestat, but sometimes it’s more of a costumey, wizardly, elegant-but-slapdash getup. Like, the blue and silver patches on his suit are all made from different fabrics, almost like a quilt. And rather than the prim silver-buckle shoes of the Lestatcore version, he wears taller, pirate-y boots — elegant and very well-made, of course, very debonair, but much better for dirty work and running around. That’s how I imagine it anyway.

…Oh god, this got SO long lmao. But I hope I was able to give you the kind of answer you were looking for! I LOVE hearing and seeing other people’s versions of Ingary and its chaotic cast of characters. Do feel free to tell me yours, I’d love to hear them! Sorry again that this was so late, thank you for asking<3

#jesus christ this got away from me lol #but i LOVE this kind of thing #thank you:)#hmc #hmc book #ask #reply #headcanons #ingary

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angelicyoongie · 4 years

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the crimson shell

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader — genre: mermaid au, yandere au — w.c: 1.9k — warnings: mild stalking, near drowning, mentions of eating humans — notes: just wanted to contribute something to mermay! this is also my first time attempting to do anything in the realms of yandere (and mermaids!), so pls be nice lol. in this universe everyone is referred to as a mermaid, no matter what gender they are. this will most likely be a two or three part series with jk growing more and more obsessed as he gets y/n into his scaly clutches :)

Part I / II / III / IIII

— summary: you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

You inhale deeply, enjoying the salty smell that so uniquely belongs to the ocean. The last rays of sun are slowly disappearing behind the horizon, painting the skies and the waves in hues of deep pink and purple. You’re going to miss this view.

You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse sand as you let the gentle breeze caress your face. You’ve been looking forward to this for years, but now that your departure is so imminent, it feels more scary than liberating. The time has come to finally leave your home behind, and you feel a pang of regret as you realize you might not see your friends or family for a very long time to come.

Years of saving up your measly paychecks have finally paid off, and you’re setting sail for an island you’ve been hearing constant murmurs about for the last few months. Originally, you were only going to travel to the next kingdom over, hoping to find more suitable work there to help your parents stay afloat. But the talk of the mystery island abundant with riches piped your interest more than you would like to admit – and you’ve never been one to shy away from adventure.

However, you weren’t stupid enough to just blindly trust the rumours milling around your little town. In fact, you wholeheartedly believed it to be a scam until a familiar face suddenly turned up in the town square only a few weeks ago.

You hadn’t seen Jimin ever since he set sail for the unknown six months ago; and so everyone, including yourself, had presumed that your talkative neighbour had met an ill fate, and was floating at the bottom of the sea. You realized you couldn’t have been more wrong when Jimin returned with riches you never expected you would ever lay eyes on, his whole body adorned with various diamonds and gold chains.

It was Jimin who had urged you to seek out the same island, saying he barely even took a handful of all the treasures that were there. He had warned you about a price that would need to be paid, but you weren’t all that concerned. If a sea witch wanted your first born, then fine, you weren’t too keen on children anyway.

You busy yourself with drawing patterns in the sand, lost in your own thoughts as you try to remember your little mental checklist of all the things you wanted to see before you left tomorrow morning. You’re pretty sure this beach was the last one. It’s not much; just a short stretch of sand at the edge of the hill leading up to your family’s cottage, but it has always felt like home.

You come here every evening without fail, using the time to relax and breathe. The last month has felt a little different though, even if you don’t like to admit it. You’ve always stayed on the beach quite late, there’s nothing you know of that can rival the starry sky that appears once the sun had set. But lately, you’ve found yourself retreating back up the hill before the night could fully greet you.

It feels like you’re being watched.

It’s silly of course, considering the only thing in front of you is the quiet ocean. You would have noticed if there was something there, but still, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that something is out there – observing you.

It always happens so suddenly; one second you’ll be merely enjoying the view, and in the next, a sense of dread would knock into you so hard it left you breathless. It would make your neck feel tight, as if someone was gripping your skin, and the hair on your arms would rise in alarm.

Even just the memory is enough to give you goosebumps, and you let out an annoyed huff at how easily you seem to be able to scare yourself. You dust the sand off your hands before you rub them up and down your arms, trying to calm down the twinge of anxiety that’s slowly spreading through your body.

You don’t want to remember your last night here as something uncomfortable, so you let your gaze sweep over the beach one last time.

Something catches your eye just as you’re about to turn. Something red is ebbing and flowing along with the waves, and you hesitantly step forward until you can see it clearer. It’s nothing more than a pretty shell, but you’ve never seen that tone of red before. You snatch it up from the water before the tide can pull it out, slowly turning it back and forth to study it. The last sliver of light seems to catch on to it just right, giving the red a gorgeous golden shimmer.

You let out a low gasp of wonder, trailing your fingers along the scalloped pattern. It’s stunning, and you can’t help but think that it’s the beach’s way of saying its last goodbye. Maybe it was giving you a parting gift.

You clutch the shell gently in your hand, a soft ‘thank you’ slipping past your lips as you watch the ocean fondly. You notice a few sudden ripples in the quiet sea a little further out from the beach, but it has started to grow so dark that it’s impossible to make out anything below the soft waves. Chalking it up to just being fish, you shrug it off, finally turning on your heel to walk back up the hill to your family’s little cottage.

You’ve officially been on the sea for a week, and you’ve already grown tired. The small group of fellow villagers that you left with have already started getting on your nerves, and you’re not sure how you’re going to make it all the way to the island and back without going insane. Jimin said you would need to travel north for about two weeks, so you try to find solace in the fact that you’re halfway there already.

The journey so far has been pretty smooth, but the dark clouds on the horizon seem to be rolling towards you at an alarming speed. You dig into the pocket of your trousers, finding comfort in running your fingers along the shell you found on your beach. You can only hope it serves as a token of good luck, because the storm heading straight for you really doesn’t look good at all.

It feels like you only blink before the rain is pelting down against the ship, harsh waves tossing the wooden boat back and forth to its whims. You’re clinging on the side with all of your might, but the floor has turned wet and slippery, and it makes it even harder to stay on board with all the vicious tossing and turning.

You feel the electricity before it hits, the static making your hair stand up straight right before a bolt of lightning slams into the mast. You can barely hear the loud creak of wood over the screams from the other travellers, you gaze transfixed on the large wooden pole as it starts tipping.

You’re frozen in place; all of your muscles locking up in terror as you realize the mast is coming straight at you. You’ll be crushed in you don’t move, but you can’t. You close your eyes instinctively as the looming shadow rushes towards you, harshly sucking in one last breath of air. You feel the ship lurch, and your fingers slip from the bars you were clinging to as you’re tossed overboard.

A blanket of silence wraps around you the moment you hit the water, all of the screaming and creaking of wood suddenly ceasing as the cold liquid mercilessly drags you downwards. You can see the shadow of the ship growing smaller and smaller, your last breath escaping you as it bubbles up towards the surface.

You flail your hands desperately, your body too low on air to properly function. Swim, swim, swim! Your mind is screaming, but your heart has already accepted the rush of water filling your lungs, and the heavy feeling in your bones.

Your vision grows hazy, the blues and greys of the ocean blurring together. A streak of red suddenly breezes by your line of sight, but your tired brain only managing to provide you with the fleeting thought of fish? before the exhaustion truly sets in. You can hear a low series of muddled clicking noises all around you, but it only seems to make you even more drowsy.

Sleep, a deep voice whispers in the back of your mind. And slowly but surely, all of the mixed colours fade into nothingness.

It wasn’t that hard for the mermaid to steer your ship in the wrong direction. The ship was in his waters, under his control, and the storm that suddenly picked up in the northeast presented itself like the perfect opportunity.

He had been trailing after your ship ever since it left the dock, making sure he could strike at the right moment. He couldn’t believe the weird creature he had been watching for months was finally coming willingly to him, but it was only right considering you had accepted his courting gift.

And now, as you were sinking to the bottom of the sea, you were finally his. The mermaid circled you excitedly at a distance as your limbs flailed around underwater. He tried to tell you to calm down – that the fight against his ocean was futile – but you just wouldn’t stop trying.

The mermaid bristled in annoyance, his crimson tail cutting through the sea harshly as he watched the stupid creature fight a losing battle. He needed to take it home now, before his brothers could realize it was here.

Finally, your body stopped moving. The mermaid quickly closed in, strong arms wrapping around your torso as he stared into your unfocused eyes. While he didn’t exactly know what you were, and why you had one limb too many, he had at least gathered enough information to understand that you needed to breathe in that pesky air in order to survive.

He pushed up, letting the currents easily carry him up towards the surface. Of course, he made sure to emerge far from the sinking ship. While the gurgling screams usually were music to his ears – he couldn’t keep you too close to the food. His brothers would be here in no time to feast, and he couldn’t let his new pet be swallowed up before he even had a chance to play with it.

The creature sucked in a shuddering breath as oxygen finally flowed through its veins again. It didn’t take long before all his precious water was being expelled from the creature’s lungs, the mermaid watching in displeasure as it was replaced with that wretched air instead. It just seemed so .. inconvenient.

You didn’t wake however, the near drowning having swept away all of your energy. The mermaid threw one last look towards the remains of the ship, thin lips curling into a pout as the gurgling was replaced by bloody shrieks. He was hungry too, but it seemed like it would have to wait until his pet was out of harm’s way.

Well, at least until it was out of his brothers’ way. The mermaid didn’t like making promises he wasn’t certain he could keep.

#mermaid bts #mermaid au #mermaid jungkook #jungkook x reader #yandere bts #yandere au #yandere jungkook #jungkook au #bts au #bts fanfic #bts #yandere x reader

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hatterstan-shameblog · 2 years

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Scenes From A Japanese Costco: What's For Dinner?

Rating: PG-13 (for one very minor sexual reference that doesn't even count but ehhhhh I'm being safe)

Pairing: Takeru and Aguni (although technically it's Takeru/Aguni because they might as well be married lol)

Tags: fluff, humor, the drama of being in a Costco with your significant other, bickering (obviously)

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Everyone has a weakness.

For Achilles, it was his ill-fated heel, shot through with a poison arrow. For Superman, Kryptonite.

Aguni Morizono prides himself on being a reasonable man. He does not drink to excess, nor does he spend his money recklessly. He allows himself rest, but does not spend the entire day lounging about on the couch watching TV and neglecting his chores.

But all of that self-control, all of that careful discipline, goes flying out the window the second he steps foot in the Costco pre-prepared meal aisle. A gentleman in the streets (and in the sheets, he'd like to think), but an absolute, bona-fide, grade-A freak when it comes to already-crafted dishes promising to be piping hot and delicious in thirty minutes or less.

"How many do you think I can eat in one sitting," he asks dreamily, staring wide-eyed at the cold case in front of him. A selection of pre-packaged chicken wings lay beneath his gaze, glistening and sauced in their plastic containers, just begging to be plucked off the shelf and taken home.

Every time they venture out to do their shopping, Takeru gets the unique opportunity to play the straight man—to be the voice of reason instead of the instigator, to steer his friend away from trouble as opposed to into it, as he is so usually inclined.

It's a nice change of pace, for both of them.

"Thirty-five, tops. Twenty-eight if they're the spicy kind. Remember last time?"

Takeru pats his friend on the shoulder good-naturedly. Aguni sighs.

"I know, but..."

"Hey," Takeru interrupts before Aguni can get into too much of a sour mood, "you see the sushi yet? They've got a new assortment in, and I think it has extra fatty tuna."

Aguni gasps.

"I love fatty tuna."

All dreams of chicken wings go out the window at the thought of wholesale fish, abandoning the cart to observe the rainbow of delicacies in the next case. As if handling a newborn baby, Aguni carefully scoops up a large plastic box and holds it in his large hands with a gentleness usually reserved for trimming his basil plants.

"We wouldn't even have to cook it," Aguni half-whispers, the cogs in his brain grinding out a dreamy vision of a sumptupus seafood feast that only needs to be transferred to his dinner plate to be enjoyed. Takeru stands on his tiptoes behind him and peers over his shoulder.

"You seein' those scallops, Mori?"

"Oh, I'm seein' 'em?"

"And that salmon," Takeru hums, "Hand to God, Mori, if I had a woman who looked at me the way you're looking at that salmon..."

Aguni snatches the box of sushi away and places it safely in the cart.

"You don't need to be mean," he snips, taking the cart and pushing it further down the aisle.

"Oh, dont be like that," Takeru replies, skipping into a half-run to catch up with his friend, "I think it's nice to see you get excited about something. You're usually so emotionally closed-off—"

"I'm not emotionally closed-off," Aguni grumbles. They pass and end cap of cheese plates, Aguni forcing his eyes forward to avoid being distracted, "just because I'm not frothing at the mouth to tell the clerk at the 7-11 about the latest drama in the millinery community doesn't make me closed-off. It makes me normal."

Takeru scurries his way around the cart and stands directly in front of it, the edge bumping into his stomach as he grips the edges with his hands.

"The fact that Misaki's switched to a different wholesaler instead of supporting the Ito family, who has been supplying ribbon to the greater Tokyo area for over seventy-five years, just because the son married that sewing supply heiress from Wisconsin is a very big deal," Takeru throws his hands up, "The people should be outraged!"

Takeru's dramatic outburst has drawn the attention of a few of their fellow shoppers—a little girl holding a very large soft pretzel stares Aguni directly in the eye. He winces when she takes a bite.

"See, this is what I'm talking about," Aguni says, swerving the cart around his loud companion and continuing his way through the store to escape the eyes of eavesdropping shoppers, "You dont have any boundaries. It's weird."

Takeru picks up an assortment of olives and frowns, eyes squinting to read the tiny print on the label.

"You make it sound like a crime," Takeru says incredulously, putting the olives back and picking up a jar of fire-roasted peppers, "Am I a criminal to you, Mori? Do you think I should be jailed for being too friendly a person?"

Takeru puts the jar of peppers in their cart. Aguni takes it out and puts it back on the shelf.

"No."

He pats Takeru on the shoulder.

"I'd insist on a trial, first."

Aguni smirks to himself as Takeru barks out a disbelieving laugh. He wheels the cart around the corner and begins scouring for the perfect bag of onions.

"How benevolent of you," Takeru says, "giving me the benefit of due process for my high crimes of being a fun and charming man."

Takeru jerks a hand in and, seemingly without looking, grabs the perfect bag of onions and drops them into the cart with a paper-crunchy thud. The man has an uncanny ability to pick out the freshest of produce with minimal effort, something that always confounded Aguni.

"Didn't say anything about a fair trial—"

"Aguni Morizono, you dog!"

Aguni watches his friend laugh—yet another thing that comes easily to him, as all things seemingly do—and it's like they're both twelve-year-olds cutting class to snack on candy bars behind the convenience store. A sunspot of a memory, replicated here in unforgiving fluorescents, but still just as bright.

"Hey," Aguni says, a conspiational smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "Bakery's just around the corner."

Takeru inclines his head.

"It is."

"They have a cheesecake sampler there," Aguni says. His eyes meet Takeru's.

"They do."

"We also have a lot of sushi," Takeru points out, and Aguni deflates a little, "enough to feed a family of four, at least."

"But sushi keeps, right? I mean," Aguni suggests carefully, "we could eat some of it tonight and then have leftovers. It'd be..."

"Economical," Takeru finishes, "which is..."

"Responsible," Aguni concludes, "Like we're meal-planning. It would be bad if we didn't do it, honestly."

Takeru peeks around the corner. The bakery peeks back, tables piled high with assorted delicacies.

"Mori," he says, "you've sold me. I should hire you at the hat shop—"

"Unless it's about cheesecake, I don't wanna hear it," Aguni interrupts. He steers the cart from around Takeru and starts making a beeline towards the end of the aisle.

"And besides," he tosses over his shoulder, "you couldn't afford me."

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I know these are two 40-ish year old men but they absolutely sit at the table eating cheesecake and gossiping like the Golden Girls. And they do it in the Borderlands too.

(And btw the sushi assortment is real at Japanese Costco, check out rionishida on YouTube if you wanna see what I'm talking about (and also he's a fun guy))

#alice in borderland #danma takeru #aguni morizono #writings and such #alice in borderland netflix #imawa no kuni no alice #imawa no kuni no arisu #i know im the only one who cares about this series but I LOVE IT SO MUCH so you all gotta read it too #just a little something this time. quick read. no biggie.

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writingwife-83 · 3 years

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Chapter 8

“Now don’t you dare keep her hidden away after this, Ren,” the older man they were talking to advised sternly. “A sparkling gem like her should be shown off at every possible occasion!”

Ben’s fingers slipped around her waist while giving the man a tight smile. “Except when I feel like keeping her to myself.”

The man chuckled, patting Ben on the shoulder and wishing them a good night as he continued on his way.

They’d only been there a half hour and Rey had already met more people than she could count, being sure to repeat their names upon introduction so as to ensure her mic retained any possibly useful evidence. She was also very quickly at risk of filling up on bacon wrapped scallops and every delicious type of canapé she could have imagined, so it was fortunate that dinner was starting to be served.

Ben seemed perpetually on edge, so Rey took every opportunity to touch her hand to his or to grip his arm securely against her side. His eyes were on fire every time she looked at him, and it was all she could do not to tell him they should just go. She just wanted to be with him, alone with him.

Keep reading ch 8 on AO3

Aaaand it’s been a month! Apologies, but you guys know how it is. The free time and motivation don’t always come together when needed lol. Thankfully that finally happened the past couple days! 😅 Btw, can you guys do me a favor? Not only do I of course love comments on AO3, but if you’re enjoying the fic could you also please reblog this post? It can be a tough crowd in this fandom, especially for those of us who aren’t on Twitter. A like is nice, but a reblog is always so appreciated!! 🙏🏻

#reylo #fic: slow dancing in a burning room #modern au #fbi au #undercover #organized crime

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captainsassmanes · 4 years

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Fic prompt, road trip with Kyle, Alex, Michael and Max. Also Isobel, Liz and Maria. Just fun times.

So this has been in my inbox FOREVER! I’m so sorry. I removed Maria from the trip due to recent events and, because it’s me, it’s more angst than anything. I hope you remember you sent this in and enjoy it! LOL

“You’ve got more shit than Iz,” Michael groaned as he tossed another one of Valenti’s bags into the backseat.

“I’ve learned over the years to be prepared with all of you. It’s ninety percent medical equipment and acetone.” Kyle threw yet another bag into the back with a grunt. Isobel dropped a quick kiss to his cheek. “Very thoughtful of you, babe.”

“Uh, God, are we there yet?” Michael was already feeling anxious, his first trip with Alex was making him more nervous than he thought he’d be. They hadn’t had the boyfriends conversation yet but they’d declared their undying love for one another so he figured that was more important. But being together, officially each other’s, it was so new and surprisingly terrifying. Michael obsessively worried about messing it all up.

“Who’s going in who’s car?” Liz asked, Max sneaking up behind her to wrap his arms around her middle. Michael just rolled his eyes and looked up to the clear blue sky. Liz and Max all loved up in one car. Kyle and Isobel communicating almost exclusively through sexual innuendos in the other.

“Kyle’s back seat is already full, so I guess we’re with Liz and Max.” Michael felt his shoulders relax with Alex’s soft voice in his ear and strong hand resting against the small of his back.

He watched as Isobel leaned into Kyle, the man’s cheeks flushing a bright red as his eyes practically popped, they were so wide. Grimacing, Michael made a retching noise. “Jesus, can we go? I’m calling it right now. If this cabin has a bedroom away from all you people, it’s ours, okay?” He shook his head and took Alex’s hand with a huff, Alex chuckling as he happily followed Michael to Max’s car.

They climbed in and clicked their seatbelts into place. Before Liz and Max got in, Alex leaned over into Michael’s space and whispered, “thanks for calling dibs on some privacy. We’re gonna need it.”

Michael’s lips parted as he felt a blush creep up his neck, setting his ears on fire. The smirk Alex gave him before turning his attention to the couple in the front had Michael struggling to get comfortable.

This was definitely a good idea.

*****

The drive hadn’t been as bad as Michael made it out to be in his head. Aside from some seriously sappy love declarations and questionable hand placement in the front seat, Liz and Max had been quiet, occasionally checking in and chatting about random stuff.

After they’d stopped and grabbed lunch at a small diner, Michael felt his eyelids get heavy and rested his head against the cool glass of the window. Before sleep took him, he felt callused fingers slide into his and squeeze tight. Glancing at Alex, Michael was gifted a gentle smile and a small nudge to close his eyes again.

He smiled and happily obliged. When he opened them again, they were in the middle of nowhere, an isolated cabin on a private lake. Stepping out of the car and stretching his back, Michael felt the final pulls of tension leave him. The trees were dense, the cabin more like a log mansion than anything else and he could already see a small beach through the branches.

Alex’s arm brushed against his own as they stood together taking in the view. They were both aware of the other couples gathering their bags and making their way into the house but Alex and Michael, as always, stood together in their own little world.

“We needed this,” Alex sighed, fingers skimming the thin skin of Michael’s wrist, shooting a chill up his arm and down his spine. “Thank you for bringing me.”

Michael chuckled, “like there’s anyone else I’d want here.” The smile he got in return was faded at the corners, like a light had slightly dimmed, making his stomach roll with a new wave of anxiety. But Alex just silently squeezed his hand and walked to Kyle’s car, starting the arduous process of unloading all their shit.

Michael knew it would come up again. But ignoring it, for now, worked, too.

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That night, the six friends sat around the fire pit, sipping beers, and listening to Michael joke about taking vacations at the airstream if this was what they wanted to do.

The group reminisced about different times throughout their lives. Elementary school when Kyle and Alex were inseparable. The time Michael got suspended for proving his physics teacher wrong in high school. Isobel tried sharing her first sexual experience but everyone, with the noted exception of Kyle, shut that shit down.

Every story Liz shared had to do with Alex and Maria, the memories from senior year that seemed to mean the world to her. Everyone laughed and smiled with each new hijink, but Michael watched Alex’s face closely, how each anecdote brought a sadness to his eyes that he started worrying might not go away.

“Well,” Michael awkwardly interrupted, “I’m exhausted.” He glanced down at Alex and offered his hand. “You ready for bed?”

Alex gratefully smiled back and nodded, taking the offered hand, and walking into the cabin with Michael, the other’s following along in agreement.

Just as he’d said, Michael snagged the room furthest away from the other bedrooms. It wasn’t fancy by any means, a queen bed taking up most of the room with a bedside table on either side and one small dresser. They had their own bathroom, though, right outside the door.

Purposely taking his time getting ready, Michael felt that now familiar pang of worry bouncing in his chest. Alex had seemed upset at the fire. Was it Maria? Was he just feeling nostalgic? Was it something Michael did? Or didn’t do? Or didn’t say?

With his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, he gripped the scalloped edges of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. You wouldn’t be so fucking worried if you hadn’t messed this all up in the first place. He sighed and shook his head, spitting into the sink and wiping his mouth with a towel. He took a deep breath and steadied himself for whatever came next. Maybe an uncomfortable conversation or the silent treatment, or classic Alex’s Manes denial. Was it too naïve to hope for everything to simply be okay?

He walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to discover it was empty. Where he’d left Alex sitting on the edge of the bed taking off his prosthetic, was now a messy dip in the blanket. Michael looked around the room, stupidly hoping Alex would just be hiding in a corner before his heart began to pound. He moved quickly down the hall, covering his ears as he was assaulted with surround sound sex, and was flooded with concern when he found the living room and kitchen empty, too.

Tossing on a shirt and sliding his feet into someone else’s shoes, he went outside, the cabin door’s slam echoing in the dark.

“Alex?” he called, waiting with bated breath for an answer. He tried a few more times, walking around the house and checking to make sure all the cars were there. Nothing was out of place.

With his hands tugging at his hair, an odd movement caught his eye on the beach. Shaking his head, Michael headed down, preparing once again for whatever he was walking straight into.

“Can you not do that, please?”

Alex jumped and put his hand over his racing heart. “Jesus Christ, Michael. You scared the shit out of me!”

“Yeah, well, serves you right,” he mumbled as he sat in the beach chair next to Alex. “With our history you can’t just disappear. I thought someone stole you already. We’ve been here four hours.”

Alex gave a half-hearted smile before looking back over the silent water, moonlight reflecting off it, a nighttime mirror.

“What’s bothering you?”

Alex shook his head and swallowed. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“I snuck up on you.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No one sneaks up on you.”

Alex lifted an eyebrow at Michael who waited patiently for Alex to try arguing. With a sigh, Alex shrugged. “I don’t want to ruin anything, Michael.”

He took Alex’s hand in his own, moving his thumb across the smooth skin but keeping his eyes focused on the still lake. “Nothing’ll be ruined. Just talk to me.”

Michael curled his toes into the sand, focusing on the feeling to keep his mouth shut, desperately trying to give Alex the time he needed.

“I keep waiting for you to go back to Maria.”

Michael’s free hand curled into a fist, his nails digging into his palm. He didn’t know why it didn’t occur to him that Alex may still be uncomfortable around Maria, hearing about Maria. It seemed so fucking obvious now.

“I don’t want Maria.”

“But you did.”

“You wanted Forrest.”

“Not the same, Michael.” He sighed and shook his head. “You had a choice, between me and Maria. You chose Maria. That ended, then you chose me.”

Michael’s heart fell to his feet at Alex’s words and the debilitating sadness behind them. He picked up his chair and planted it directly in front of Alex. Michael leaned in close and took both of Alex’s hands in his.

“I made a mistake. You wanted me to be someone I wasn’t ready to be.” Michael gripped Alex’s hands tighter, aching for him to understand. “It was like my brain was filled with tangled wires, knotted and twisted together, and you wanted to untangle them, one at a time. It-it was too overwhelming, it seemed way too hard. But Maria,” he grimaced as he watched Alex physically flinch, “she was happy to just leave the pile of wires just like they were.”

Alex looked toward the trees on his right, steadying his breathing. Michael gave him a moment before lifting his fingers to Alex’s chin to face him once again.

“Alex, the wires couldn’t work in that fucking mess and you knew it. I took the easy way, but it didn’t work. Maria was kind and I did care about her but, god, she wasn’t you. And I needed you. I still do.”

They sat in silence; Michael gripping Alex’s hands so tight the pads of his fingers lost color.

“I don’t know how to get over it, Michael. She was my best friend.”

Michael nodded, the weight of not only hurting Alex but destroying one of his most precious friendships sitting heavy in his core. “I don’t know what to say. I’ll apologize forever if you’ll let me.”

Leaning forward to rest his forehead against Michael’s, Alex whispered, “no. I don’t want that.” Michael slid his fingers up Alex’s neck and into his hair, afraid Alex may slip away like sand once again.

“I think I’m gonna go back to therapy.”

“Really?”

“You keep telling me that you want to be with me and, a part of me believes you, knows that you wouldn’t lie about that. But another part of me doesn’t think it’s possible. You could have anyone, all the Maria’s of the world, and you actually want me.” He wiped his nose and sniffed, pulling back just enough to look Michael in the eye. “That’s a me problem, not a you problem.”

“That’s an us problem, Alex. I’m not going anywhere but I want you to believe that you’re it for me. That I don’t want anyone else. I never really did, I just- “

Alex nodded, saying, “I know.”

“We’re supposed to be together, Alex. I’ve known since we were kids. We’ve just been surrounded by so much shit, it’s like we didn’t get a fair chance. And then we both believed we didn’t deserve it.”

“Cosmic, right?”

Michael smiled and brushed his thumb along Alex’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “Cosmic, baby.”

“I love you.”

Warmth blossomed in Michael’s chest and spread through his body instantly at Alex’s words. Maria had said she loved him, waited with large, hopeful eyes as he stared back, confused as to why he felt nothing but panic and couldn’t force his mouth to repeat the sentiment. It felt nothing like this.

He refused to hide his beaming smile.

“I love you, too.”

For the second time that night, Michael stood and offered his hand to Alex, who bashfully took it and accepted the help to stand. With their arms wrapped tightly around one another, they strolled back to the cabin, a light breeze cooling their too hot skin.

As soon as they were through the door, Michael cringed at the moans and yeses ricocheting off the walls. He shook his head as he slid his feet out of what he realized now were Max’s shoes. “It’s like they’re having a competition. Who can fuck the loudest?”

A shiver ran from the crown of Michael’s head to his toes at the warm breath dancing in his ear. “I bet we’ll win.”

Alex sauntered down the hall, walking backwards as he slowly unbuttoned his top, sexy smirk painted on his lips with a wink in his eye.

Michael was more than willing to play along. And Alex was nothing if not a fucking winner.

#Roswell new mexico #malex #malex fic #prompts #thank you!#angst #miluca mentions #kinky kybel mentions #some echo

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redsector-a · 4 years

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Aaaaaahh, can you tell me more about the President's son/Bodyguard AU? I know we've talked about it before but it just *clenches tiny fist* sounds so awesome. Also, I have never in my life watched a hockey game but for some reason, I love hockey AUs. A little something for the starving, please? 🤩

So for those that don’t know the President’s son/Bodyguard AU is one in which Bucky is the son of current president Winnifred Barnes (and former Pres George Barnes - basically he grew up in the spotlight not unlike the Kennedy kids). There is an attempt on his life and, in order to protect him, the Secret Service assigns Agent Clint Barton to pose as his boyfriend. Shenanigans ensue. The opening scene is at a party and Bucky’s pov - he’s been flirting with a hot waiter and having a good time and then the following kinda sucky action scene happens. lol ~Bucky had just finished a bacon wrapped scallop when he heard a pop. It took a second to register that it wasn't just an average sound but rather the sound of gunfire. Between one blink and the next though Natasha was covering his body with her own and shoving him towards the fence. They had just slipped through an opening and onto the sidewalk when another shot rang out and Natasha made a noise.

“You've been hit!” Bucky said feeling very slow and then a car pulled up to the curb. Natasha wrenched open the door and Bucky expected Gabe to be in the driver seat when he climbed in, a third shot screaming off the car where his head had been a moment before. Instead he saw the face of the Hot Waiter peering over the seats.

Natasha dove in herself and she bit out “Just drive!” when hot waiter's eyes widened at the sight of her bloody shoulder but did as he was told, pulling out into traffic and taking off at a speed that surprised Bucky.

“We need to get her to the hospital,” Bucky called out.

“Negative – we need to get you to safety first,” Natasha gritted out and Bucky removed his jacket to give to her to hold against the wound.

“He's got a point Nat,” Hot Waiter said, swerving in and out of traffic with an ease that would've turned Bucky on under different circumstances.

“Just drive Clint!” Natasha said through a wince. “We need to get him to safety.” She turned her gaze to Bucky. “You're not hit at all, are you?”

“No, and it's all thanks to you,” he said feeling inadequate and confused. He knew it was Natasha's job to look out for him and that in fact she would take a bullet for him but knowing that and actually experiencing it first hand were two very different things. He pressed a little harder against the jacket covered wound on Natasha's shoulder. She was losing blood...

Confusion was edging a little into anger when combined with his worry for Natasha because who the fuck was the Hot Waiter? Well, Clint apparently was his name and he was on a first name basis with Natasha which meant... “Which fucking alphabet agency do you belong to?” Bucky asked Clint.

Clint didn't answer, sharply changing lanes at the last moment to grab an exit. Bucky had no idea where they were.

Eventually, Clint pulled up in front of an apartment complex, throwing the car in park and tossing a set of keys back to Bucky who juggled them briefly but didn't drop them. Clint was at the door a moment later, helping Bucky out, then helping Natasha who was looking a little pale but not as bad as Bucky had been worried. The trio made their way inside and up to a fourth floor apartment.

“Who the fuck are you?” Bucky said getting up into Clint's personal space as soon as the door shut.

“Special Agent Clint Barton – you're welcome for saving your life by the way.” He was entirely too calm and that annoyed Bucky even more.

“I think Nat mainly did that.”

“That she did – now you want to cuss me out or let me take a look at her?” --- Re hockey AU’s...man I have like a few starts and stops for NHL level ones and then the college one is more of an idea. Here is a snippet of one possibility - with bonus Deadpool! ~“Hey hey if it isn't the sensual hockey God I know and love,” a voice called out and Bucky's stomach twisted at the way Clint laughed in reply. How throaty and pleased it sounded. Why this would bother him and how he'd come to categorize Clint's laughs was low on his list of priorities of things to figure out. “Jesus Wade, we've already got a date tonight you don't need to lay it on any thicker,” came Clint's reply and Bucky's stomach lurched again because date? What? “Who says I'm laying anything on thick?” Wade Wilson, winger for the New Jersey Devils, said as he sauntered into their lounge area like he owned the place. “Jeff Gillooly! How you doing?” He offered his hand to Bucky and it was only by reflex that he took it. “Shit that's who you look like!” Clint said with a chuckle as he glanced over at Bucky. “Well, a hotter version of the real guy.” “Agreed, way hotter,” Wade chimed in and Bucky was so confused he almost didn't realize he was blushing. “Oh now that's just precious.” And he realized Wade was talking about him and he rolled his eyes and went back to gathering his things. “You guys have a date tonight?” Bucky found himself asking, pleased he sounded neutral and then curious as to why sounding that was was important. Actually no, it made sense, he didn't want to sound like an asshole if Clint had a date with another man. He wasn't in the closet as deeply as Bucky was, it made sense that he was dating. “After years of pining he finally said yes,” Wade replied, hand on his chest. “You were not pining for years,” Clint replied, shoving his shoulder lightly and they both laughed. “But yeah, I figured why not when Wade asked – though it was hard to figure out if he was kidding all things considered.” “No one ever kids about wanting to date you, Barton.” Wade said, voice sincere. “Ain't that right Barnes?” ---- WIP Ask Game

#datgurlnextdoor #winterhawk #icyredfics #thanks for the ask!

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sysig · 3 years

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Evil Duo does Evil Fusion, makes shiny rock

#Doodles #Villainsona #Just Desserts #'Sup nothing else matters except this thanks #It's funny 'cause in one of the SelfTalking fake texts I made [Purple Text] was more interested in vaguely threatening Charm #[Purple Text] is already very aware of what Charm's Evil Time feels like and is in it themself about 90% of the time #And their self-assurance and power would be extremely comforting and invigorating for Charm #Damn they're a cool combo #I'm pretty happy with the balance I was able to strike with the aesthetic too - Charm is fairly detailed and [Purple Text] is very simple #2019 me designing Charm with a scalloped design was so galaxy-brained thank you 2019 me #They're simple but really add to the design!! Love scalloped edges #I'm really into the ambiguity of the hair over the mask too ahhh I'm happy with this design #[Purple Text] refuses to show their eyes and one of Charm's signifiers on her Evil level is her glasses #Are there still glasses under there? Who's to say! How many layers deep does it go - glasses mask and hair?#And the fact that it looks like a little horn poking out lol I like that too ♪#They have symmetrical wings I just bumped up against another doodle and ran out of room #Also their wings are wax in the shape of feathers! And constantly melting #I'm thinking Spider Bites got extra arms and eyes because she's a literal redundancy - it's two Charms in a trenchcoat lol #With [Purple Text] and Charm they're just different enough while still very similar that they make a more humanoid fusion #Basically it doesn't /just/ run on Steven Universe fusion logic lol #Even if this one's name does happen to be a rock lol #It's a coincidence I swear!#''Geode'' comes from most being amethysts for their purple colour but also the polished and reflective quality #I mean Charm's other hobby is literally polishing gemstones lol #The main difference is that Charm can say ''Fuck'' but [Purple Text] can't #Which would win out!#Evo SMP

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softspeirs · 4 years

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I was tagged by @rhovanian, thanks babe!

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? White and gold marble.

2. name a food you never eat. I hate kale.

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? I’m always cold. I have a space heater in my office and when I’m WFH I’m usually draped in a blanket.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Just pulling in the parking lot at work, guzzling iced coffee!

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? Classic Hershey’s.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? I’m exposing myself. Listen...... you guys don’t know this side of me, but I’m one of those people who screams at sports. I live in Detroit so I am Suffering TM but I’ve been a season ticket holder for the Tigers (baseball) and Red Wings (hockey) and those are my faves. (By faves I mean the ones that make me scream the most) If you really want to experience this firsthand you can follow me on Twitter (katiiemb) but... you’ve been warned.

Under the cut for more!

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? “Have a good day” - I live with my parents and I was leaving for work.

8. what is your favorite ice cream? Mint chocolate chip.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? Iced vanilla latte.

10. do you like your wallet? Sure? I have 2. One smaller one that fits in my pocket for when I don’t carry my bag, and a larger folding one for everything else. I don’t really go to stores anymore though!

11. what is the last thing you ate? Peanut butter M&M cookie.

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Nope.

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? I watched 2 seconds of the Yankees/Rays game from last night before bed.

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? EXTRA butter.

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? I don’t even know. My volleyball colleagues, I think. (I coach high school girls and we were bitching about our teams lmao)

16. ever been camping? Yes! My family is very outdoorsy. I go camping a few times every year (when we’re not in a pandemic)

17. do you take vitamins? I’m supposed to take a multi but I’m bad at remembering.

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? Nope.

19. do you have a tan? I have a lingering tan from the summer but I am retreating back to my Scandinavian pale.

20. do you prefer Chinese or pizza? Pizza.

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? Nope.

22. what color socks do you usually wear? Black.

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? I always go 5 over. Sometimes 10. But I try to use cruise control and take it easy lol.

24. what terrifies you? Uh - a lot. Lol. Death. Failure. Fear that my life will mean nothing and I’ll be alone forever :)

25. look to your left, what do you see? My desk phone. Exciting.

26. what chore do you hate most? It’s a tie between doing the dishes and folding my laundry.

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? I like it!

28. what’s your favorite soda? I don’t drink normal soda, I drink Zevia (sugar free) - I like black cherry the best!

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Drive thru because I hate social interaction and try to keep it to a minimum.

30. what’s your favorite number? 9.

31. who’s the last person you talked to? My mom.

32. favorite meat? Chicken.

33. last song you listened to? Fields of Gold by Drew & Ellie Holcomb.

34. last book you read? Book I’m currently reading is “Munich” by Robert Harris, but the last book I completed was “Blood Heir” by Amélie Wen Zhao.

35. favorite day of the week? Friday!

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? No :(

37. how do you like your coffee? Sweet. Oat milk and at least 2 sugars, please.

38. favorite pair of shoes? Slippers. :)

39. time you normally get up? I’m supposed to get up at 5:45 for work everyday but I usually get up at 6, and on weekends I’m normally up between 8 and 8:30.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? I like both, but I hate getting up early. So, sunsets.

41. how many blankets on your bed? 3? Duvet, and 2 throw blankets.

42. describe your kitchen plates. Round. White with scalloped edges.

43. describe your kitchen at the moment. Small. Cramped. Many many utensils.

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? I don’t drink often at all. If I have something, probably a hard seltzer.

45. do you play cards? Not really.

46. what color is your car? Silver.

47. can you change a tire? No and my Dad is embarrassed about it :’)

48. your favorite state or province? I like Michigan because I’m from here but my favorite place I’ve visited is probably Colorado.

49. favorite job you’ve had? I have never had a favorite job. I don’t like to work, haha. My last job was in landscaping which was.... fine. I got to be outdoors. But it was hard work. My current job is marketing which is also fine. Mostly I just want to hit the lotto.

I’ll tag @basilone @mercurygray @mrsalwayswrite @easy-company-tradition (if you want to - feel free to ignore!)

#tag game

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