#when I can’t find things that satisfy my specific wishes. I will have to MAKE them.

[l1llina]

"Huh, me? Like him ?"

Alhaitham x Fem!Reader

18+, Minors dni

Synopsis: The Akademiya is pushing a big project to fight the Abyss Order. You along with the other students are assigned to work on it. This project will bring you and Alhaitham closer.

It’s another day, another day of zoning out. What annoyed you even more was this really stuck up guy in your class. He always seemed to look down on everyone else, including you, and you’re a sensitive bitch so this bothered you a lot. 

One day, the school reveals that every student will play a part in building a machine to fight the Abyss Order specifically the Abyss Prince. The pressure and excitement in everyone was of course very high almost overbearing. You couldn’t believe it. This was... amazing. Big ambitious projects with the whole help of the school. The school officially recruited everyone and everyone became an employee for the Akademiya.

Unfortunately, the way they assigned divisions were by class, this was all planned by the day you enrolled. The leader of your division who could order you to do anything he wishes was.. Alhaitham urgh. This went from being your dream to a nightmare. 

He actually didn’t put many rules but the goal for that semester was to finish an elemental laser gun. Surprisingly every person in the class had a different role. You received the Casanova role but why did they need one ? At first, you pondered maybe they just didn’t want to hurt your feelings but then you guessed it was because they still lacked sufficient funding for such a project so you were the leader of your own little crew. The marketing crew!

Your job was to convince people to invest in such a project, and honestly who better for the job hah. Additionally the school encouraged the students to actually date and find love within other similar types. You were kind of manipulated into dating the heads of the project. Since production would go up if a Casanova and Leader got along well.

You were “advised accordingly” to go on a date with Alhaitham, your enemy. You didn’t have any romantic/sexual feelings for him before the date but during the date, he seemed a little obsessed, a little too happy to be here. 

The Akademiya issued Friday to be a day to deepen relationships between the students. Admittedly they cared more if you had sex. They didn’t give the opportunity to buy condoms, since they hoped the students could bear kids to continue the project if the parents died. 

Alhaitham urged you to take a sip of wine, you did out of politeness and out of curiosity to see what he’d do. You didn’t want your gut feeling to be right, to think he’d do something terrible, however when you came to, you were in white lingerie in Alhaitham’s dorm. 

“Hey.. Y/N, I’m sure you know why I abused my position of power to get you here. You teased me on purpose huh, wearing that short pencil skirt. I don’t like helping the school with their corrupt ways but I can’t help but want to keep you to myself so let’s bear a child and we’ll rule the school”

He began teasing you, bouncing you on his thigh, you muffled your moans, refusing to yield to this asshole’s demands, but slowly, after being edged for so long, you started losing your rationale and following his demands. He worshipped the body that would give him an heir and the woman who clouded his mind for years. 

“I saw how you looked at me in class, such hatred and disgust, there’s nothing more satisfying than triumphing over my enemies but in this case, you’re my doll now and don’t worry doll I’ll make sure to treat you right and please you accordingly”

You thought he’d stop at grinding you on his laps but he got down on his knees and started stuffing your tiny hole and circling your clit with his tongue. Urgh the only thing that’s stopping you from giving yourself to him fully is your pride. If you gave in, he’d win and there’d be no guarantee you’ll find real love with him.

“Why are you still holding back, do you think I’ll hit you ? Insult you ? Never, not to the girl I’ve respected for so long”

“W-What, re-respect hngh..?”

“Yeah, you’re a little stupid but you always kept your promises and showed your hatred for hypocrisy and oppression of the system. You’re exactly my type, I love your character and I hope even after this little stunt, you can find a place in your heart to love me too”

“Al.. I didn’t wanna give in because I don’t like losing.. These past few years, I always thought you were an asshole, even now you’re proving my point but right now I couldn’t care less, you being an asshole also ties with your ambition and I couldn’t find anything more attractive than that, well devotion too but you’re that too so. More so, you’re fucking hot.. Are you kidding me ?”

“So, we’re a thing then ?”

“Yeah.. now fuck me with your cock already, just so you know though I don’t really like kids but I still wanna have sex with you right now”

He plunges his cock and makes you cum many times that night. The next day your dorm changed to Al Haitham’s and you shared a dorm now. Outside of school hours and even during, you would be in his office, dating and fucking him” 

At night, you found a new nerd pal to geek out with but he sometimes takes it too far and it ends up in passionate makeout sessions. The next morning, the cycle continues

TBC <3 Pls don't hate me

#al haitham x reader #smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #yandere al haitham #al haitham #fanfic

[myfairkatiecat]

KOTLC Songs

(ft. a lot of Olivia Rodrigo, but there are some other artists)

@iggydancebreak since you mentioned living these sorts of things!

(Feel free to add onto the list)

FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS! Fitz’s Olivia Rodrigo breakup music with Sophie!

Traitor (“you talked to her when we were together” and “guess you didn’t cheat but you’re still a traitor” and “remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid” and “I wish you would have thought this through before I went and fell in love with you”

Happier (“I hope you’re happy but not like how you were with me, I’m selfish I know, I can’t let you go, so find someone great but don’t find no one better, I hope you’re happy but don’t be happier” tell me that’s not his reaction to Sophie and Keefe)

Drivers License (“and you’re probably with that blonde guy who always made me doubt”)

Deja Vu (different lyrics but basically about how Keefe gives her gifts and chats with Sophie telepathically but that was Fitz and Sophie’s thing first)

OK NOW THAT FITZ HAS GOTTEN TO SING HIS ANGSTY BREAKUP MUSIC

Next up, Keefe Sencen’s complicated everything feelings!!

You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift (specifically in the early books!!) (“can’t you see that I’m the one who understands you, been here all along so why can’t you see, you belong with me” also that song talks all about being with that person who is perfect on paper but isn’t the right person)

That’s what makes you beautiful by One Direction is just objectively a Sokeefe song! (“You’re insecure, don’t know what for, you’re turning heads when you walk through the door” and “Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you” and “you don’t know you’re beautiful, that’s what makes you beautiful”)

Enough for You by Olivia Rodrigo is Keefe to his parents, all you have to do is change the early lyrics about dating !! (“You say I’m never satisfied but I don’t think that’s true, you say I’m never satisfied but that’s not me it’s you, cause all I ever wanted was to be enough, but I don’t think anything could ever be enough, for you”)

The Grudge by Olivia Rodrigo is Keefe singing to his mother (“the trust that you betrayed, confusion that still lingers, you took everything I loved and crushed it in between youre fingers” and “I hear your voice every time that I think I’m not enough” and “I try to be tough but I want to scream how could anybody do the things you did so easily” and “I say that I’m fine, but you know I can’t let it go, I’ve tried I’ve tried I’ve tried” and “I try to understand how you could do this all to me” and “I know in my heart hurt people hurt people, we both drew blood, but man those cuts were never equal” and “do you think I deserved it all, your flowers filled with vitriol”) just ahdkfhskahddk

ALL THE THINGS SHE SAID!!! I cannot stress how KEEFE this song is. But specifically the bridge: “mother looking at me, tell me what do you see? Yes I’ve lost my mind… daddy looking at me, will I ever be free? Have I crossed the line? All the things she said, all the things she said, running through my head, running through my head, running through my head…” especially with “have I crossed the line” being the betrayal and “all the things she said” being his mother talking about Keefe’s legacy, embracing the change……… IT’S HIM.

Family Line by Conan Gray I have already mentioned before, but just. “All that I did to try to undo it, all of my pain and all youre excuses, I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless, someone who loves you wouldn’t do this” I’m gonna cry it’s him and I’m gonna cry

And now onto random Olivia Rodrigo songs that make me think of kotlc!

Lacy is Stina singing about Sophie. (“Lacy oh lacy, skin like puff pastry, aren’t you the sweetest thing on this side of hell. Lacy oh lacy, eyes wide as daisies, did I ever tell you that I’m not doing well” and “I care I care I care” and “you’ve got the one thing that I want” “aren’t you the greatest thing to ever exist” and “Lacy oh lacy, it’s like you’re out to get me, you poison every little thing that I do”) IS THAT NOT PROVIDING SO MUCH PERSPECTIVE. IS THAT NOT HOW STINA FEELS

Can’t Catch me Now is Jolie haunting Brant. (“There’s blood on the side of the mountain, there’s writing all over the wall, shadows of us are still dancing, in every room in every hall” and “all of the messes you made, yeah you think that you got away” and “I’m in the trees, I’m in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground, you’ll see my face in every place, but you can’t catch me now” and “you think I’m gone cause I left” and “you can’t, you can’t catch me now, I’m coming like a storm into your town, you can’t, you can’t catch me now, I’m higher than the hopes that you brought down” and “sometimes the fire you founded don’t burn the way you you’d expect, oh you thought that this was the end”) SCREAMING CRYING IS THAT NOT RUEDACTED IN A SONG

I WANT TO HEAR EVERYBODY’S THOUGHTS

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #olivia rodrigo #taylor swift #conan gray #stina heks #sophie foster #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #jolie ruewen #kotlc brant #ruedacted #Sokeefe #Sophitz

[multifandomimagines]

Snow Globe - A Tyler Galpin Imagine

Characters: Tyler Galpin x Reader

Word Count: 2297

Summary: Christmas has arrived in Jericho, and Tyler accompanies the Reader to the market.

Warnings: Slight angst - topics surrounding absent parents

Written by: Josie

A/N: Not us posting our first imagine in a whole year?! Go have a read of our last post for context but we’re so excited to be back, and what better time to do that than Christmas! We’ll make an updated post on making requests soon, but for now, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Things were different in Jericho this weekend… but this time, it’s not in a bad way.

The main square of the town was alight with red and gold and green, and stalls selling all sorts of wintery goods lined the streets for what looked like miles. Christmas music played through the speakers and the town was alive with energy and spirit. Frankly, it was a beautiful change to the often gloomy atmosphere in this town, with the tension between the normies and the outcasts constantly looming. The holidays just make everything… different. There’s no “us” and “them”, just a sense of community and happiness. And Y/N was not planning on missing out on this.

Tyler Galpin had done everything he possibly could to get the day off today - he even managed to talk his way out of working a hot chocolate stall. In his defence, he’d already managed to get his shift covered at the Weathervane, he wasn’t going to accept a job doing more or less the same thing. However, that didn’t stop him popping over to get himself a cup of steaming hot cocoa.

“Tyler,” one of the guys behind the stall greeted him with a grin - a regular from the Weathervane. He must be volunteering, Tyler pondered. “Not working the cafe today?”

“Well, I didn’t wanna miss this,” the boy responded, quickly skimming the drinks menu despite already knowing exactly what he was going to order. “Could I get one hot chocolate please?”

The man nodded, and got to work. Tyler threw his hands in his coat pockets, something he always does when he isn’t quite sure what to do with himself, and looked around at the crowd. He was always very observant, someone who’d much prefer to watch from a distance rather than be in the centre of the action. As he scanned all the people enjoying the festivities, his eyes landed on the one girl he really wished to see today. She was alone, looking intently at a stall of little Christmassy trinkets.

“Excuse me, could you make that two?” Tyler said quickly, before the man could finish his drink as to not inconvenience him too much. God, he knows what that’s like… nothing worse than a customer changing their order when he’s already halfway through making it. If looks could kill… well, the espresso machine would be dead, as if he stared at the customers that way, he’d probably get fired.

“Here you go,” the man said as he passed Tyler down the two cups. The boy thanked him, paid, and set off toward his destination.

Y/N didn’t notice Tyler walk up to her, as she was far too fixated on the stall in front of her. There were lots of small ornaments that would be just right for a gift, and she wanted to find the perfect one.

“Hi, Y/N,” Tyler spoke, snapping the girl out of her trance. He smiled at her, that smile that always made her heart jump. “I bought you a hot chocolate.”

The warmth that spread through her body as soon as her hands gripped the cup was so incredibly satisfying that she sighed, content. “Thank you Tyler… are you sure these weren’t both for you? You saw me and decided you probably should give one to someone else?” she teased.

“I guess you got me,” Tyler smiled. “So… you looking for anything specific here?”

“I want to get something extra for my mum,” Y/N spoke, clearly back in her own mind, thinking hard about what the right thing to buy might be. “She deserves just a little something more. Something special… sentimental. I just can’t decide what.”

Tyler scanned the selection of possible gifts with a critical eye. He had never really had to buy a present for his mother… it had been far too long since he’d spent a Christmas with her, or a birthday. If he was totally honest, he didn’t have a clue what you were supposed to buy for a mother. How could he? He didn’t even know what to buy for his father, the parent that is around. He doesn’t do emotional, sentimental gifts, let alone gifts at all really. Every birthday, Tyler would get ten dollars and a pat on the back, and for Christmas? He’d get a stocking half full of socks, or something else that just proves his dad doesn’t know a single thing about him, his interests, his passions.

Y/N was lucky enough to have loving parents, both of them. Some people in Tyler’s position would be jealous - and in all honesty, he was jealous of a lot of others - but Y/N was different. She really deserved to have the family she did, so he wasn’t jealous, he was happy.

“Get this,” he spoke, pointing to one of the many items on the table.

“What?” Y/N responded, not expecting Tyler to make any suggestions.

“This one, here,” Tyler said, reaching over to the table and picking up a small item that Y/N couldn’t quite see. He placed it in her palm, the slight touch of his fingertips to her hand sending a warmth through her not dissimilar to the way the hot cocoa did, just with added excitement. As he slid his hand away, Y/N saw a little snow globe with space for a photo behind the flurry. Tyler had a subtle but not unnoticeable twinkle behind his eye as he watched the girl he adored shake the glass globe with a smile.

“Tyler, this is absolutely perfect,” She beamed, warming his heart so much that he couldn’t feel the cold anymore. Placing her hand on his arm, she looked him dead in the eye, speaking a thousand words, yet only two made their way out. “Thank you.”

The barista shrugged, feeling bashful as his rosy cheeks hid the blush that was definitely creeping up on his face. “It’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. Y/N knew Tyler didn’t have his mother around. She’d internally kicked herself after mentioning who she was buying her gift for, cursing her mouth for moving faster than her mind. As soon as she saw his pursed lips and furrowed brow, she absolutely hated herself for being so stupid. How could she be so careless? Way to make a good impression, Y/N, bring up his trauma. Nice one.

So when Tyler’s mouth turned up at the corners as his eyes fell on the perfect gift, her heart grew fonder of him even more so, if that was possible. He just kept getting better and better.

“Walk with me?” Y/N asked him, looking up with eyes he couldn’t refuse as she sipped on her drink. God, he wished he could look into those eyes every single day. “I was gonna go see the rest of the market and maybe check out the fair at the end… now I say it out loud it’s kind of sad that I was going to it all alone,” she rambled. The way he was looking at her, eyebrows slightly raised in amusement, was making her nervous. Little did she know that he thought it was oh so adorable. “So… you can come with me, if you want to.”

“Do you want me to?” Tyler challenged. He wasn’t about to be difficult, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to play with her a little. She was being far too cute, he couldn’t resist a little lighthearted teasing, just to see that beautiful smile of hers as a light blush coloured her cheeks.

“Yes, Tyler,” she replied. “I’d like you to come with me.”

***

A few hours had passed, yet it barely felt like a few minutes. The pair had eaten German sausages, added ornaments to the Jericho town Christmas tree and even had a cheeky bit of mulled wine, for good measure. When your dad is the sheriff, you can get away with these things.

Eventually, the fairground at the end of the market trail was in front of them, rides flashing with bright lights. There was definitely a lot to take in, but they both agreed they wanted to try out the ferris wheel first.

The crowd was very busy that evening. There were families with small kids, teens running around with their friends, and just about every kind of person at the fair, which definitely made it easy to lose your companions in the crowd. Using this as a wonderfully convenient excuse, Tyler reached down and embraced Y/N’s hand with his own, lacing their fingers together. Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Didn’t wanna lose you in the crowd before we got to the ferris wheel… that would kind of suck,” he shrugged, before heading off in the direction of the large ride. The ferris wheel was lit up a beautiful red, the colour of the holidays, casting a ruby glow on the pair’s faces. As they waited in the queue, Tyler looked down at the girl he wanted to call his, her face a brilliant scarlet, and wondered if you could make a wish on a ferris wheel, as he knew exactly what he would wish for. Funnily enough, he didn’t think ferris wheel wishes were particularly common.

After a short while, the ride staff guided Y/N and Tyler to their carriage as it came around, with the latter helping Y/N on. It could be said that he was being a gentleman, but really he just didn’t want to let go of her hand. As they sat with the bar down waiting for the ride to move, Y/N took a deep breath.

“I have a confession to make,” she said, turning to face the boy. He blinked, taken aback by the apparent randomness to this conversation starter, but intrigue always reigns superior.

“Okay… what might that be?”

“I’ve never actually been on a ferris wheel before.” Y/N breathed. That was it? Thank god. Tyler worried that it might be something much worse. Not because he was thinking pessimistically, but because he worries about her. Because he cares.

“You haven’t?” He asked, and Y/N shook her head. “Aw well, it’s nice. You’ll like it. Especially at night. You can see every single light in the town… it’s really quite beautiful, actually.”

The wheel began to turn, sending the two of them round and upward at a slow pace. After a short while, Y/N learnt that Tyler was right… she could see the town like she never had before. The whole Christmas market they’d just walked through was clear as day in front of her, the trails of stalls painted out like a road on a map. As Tyler pointed things out to her from their height, she noticed him ever so slightly place his fingers over hers as they held the bar. She nearly didn’t notice at all, but the spark that shot through her body gave it away.

“And… that there is the Weathervane. You’ve got the town hall right there, obviously, it’s where the massive Christmas tree is. Oh, and you see that light all the way in the distance? That’s Nevermore.”

Y/N looked around wide-eyed at the beauty she could see from the sky, despite there being nothing quite like the beauty that was next to her. Unbeknownst to her, Tyler was thinking exactly the same thing. His fingers were still latched onto hers, but he ached to be closer. He longed to touch more of her, hold all of her.

“This must be the most breathtaking thing you’ve ever seen, surely?” Y/N almost whispered, still taking in the scene in front of her.

Tyler smiled the unique smile of someone that is hopelessly in love, admiring her as she stared out at the twinkling night. “Not quite.”

His tone caught her, and she turned her head to face him, eyes meeting his. She didn’t realise they had reached the top, and were stopped there, and she didn’t think he had even noticed at all. He did, though. There was something in his expression that made Y/N’s heart skip multiple beats, for it was far too intense for the heart to only skip one.

“Y/N,” he began, playing with her fingers. Really it was nerves, but the girl thought it was ever so sweet. “Can I kiss you?”

When you’ve been waiting to hear four simple words for so long, they almost seem faded and distant, like you’ve imagined it and you haven’t actually heard them at all. Y/N had to replay that one short sentence in her head a good few times before she could register that yes, he had actually said that. She was shocked, to say the least, so all she could do was nod.

The buzz of the Christmas market lowered to a quiet fuzz as Tyler cupped her cheek, admiring her for one more second, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He did it softly, delicately, as though he was afraid she might change her mind, and the ecstasy he felt when she kissed him back was something beyond compare. Her lips were like heaven, the sweet taste of the mulled wine still lingering between them. Their kiss was innocent, yet emotional, and just perfect.

Tyler’s thumb caressed her cheek as they pulled away, both on cloud nine. Y/N grinned as she noticed something different - white little particles now decorating his sandy brown curls.

“It’s snowing,” she grinned, and Tyler laughed as he noticed how a couple of snowflakes caught in her eyelashes. That smile on her lips was so enticingly irresistible - even more so than it always had been - that he didn’t feel sorry for interrupting her excitement for the snow by kissing her again.

And again.

And again.

#wednesday #wednesday imagines #wednesday netflix #wednesday netflix imagines #wednesday imagine #wednesday netflix imagine #tyler galpin #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin imagines #tyler galpin x reader #hunter doohan #christmas #christmas imagine #christmas imagines

[dreamweaversfavsandthoughs]

Rick and Morty S7 Ep. 5: Unmortricken

(Revenge is a dish best served a la mode—or something like that)

Here there be spoilers…

My Favs

The Rick Prime saga has been resolved.

I am overall happy that Harmon and Co. decided to resolve this story now rather than have it milked for another season or two. On top of that, the story was given a somewhat satisfying conclusion or as satisfying a conclusion as a revenge story possibly can be.

Evil Morty

Evil Morty being pulled in as a reluctant ally was not on my season 7 bingo card nor was a glimpse of his origin story but here we are. It was great seeing Morty on the same level intellectually as a Rick and our Rick treats him as an equal. I don’t think we’ll see the last of him since Rick owes him for saving his life and Evil Morty has the schematics to the Omega Device.

Uncle Slo Mobius

I cracked up at both Rick and Rick Prime getting very emotional at the wiping out of Slo Mobius over infinite dimensions. RIP Slo Mobius, gone in all realities but lives on in our hearts.

“You suck at eating pussy!”

And Rick totally owns it, but to be fair, he was young. Satisfying your partner is something you have to learn, even if you’re the smartest man in the universe.

Rick beat down of Rick Prime

When I say this is one of my favorite parts of the episode I mean that I appreciate that I found it gut-churning and difficult to watch. It’s brutal and the animation of Rick Prime’s face as it becomes less and less recognizable as human coupled with a blood-soaked Rick coming out of the room with the light completely gone from his eyes. It’s effective visual storytelling. This was the only possible outcome to Rick’s lifelong quest for vengeance. It did not end triumphantly with a hero’s welcome but, instead, a whimper.

My Not Favs

The Rick Prime saga has been resolved.

So I put this down as a not favorite because there is a part of me that wishes we had the cat-and-mouse game go on a little while longer. Ultimately, the show isn’t really about him or the revenge quest but I wish we had some more time with the character. I say this knowing the season is not over yet and anything could happen but, also, there seems to be a sort of finality to the whole thing that makes me suspect that we are done with him.

My Thoughts

The end of an era.

I had read on an animation news blog that this episode marks the midpoint of the 70 episode order that was created back in 2018 and that, if all goes according to plan, the contract will be completed in three years. I don’t know if it was intentional to have this episode air in the order that it did but I can’t help but notice that it feels like the story is transitioning into a new era. There is a feel that they are starting to wind down and get ready for a potential end to the series ( I know Dan Harmon has expressed continuing to create new seasons indefinitely, but nothing has been confirmed and they are getting close to finishing the writing portion of the order so…).

It makes sense that Rick Prime would be solved as soon as it did and, honestly, I kinda expected them to resolve that thread this season or next. The reason being is that the story of Rick and Morty is not about villains and revenge quests, but about a man who is too smart and too worldly and so ground down by life, trying to find family and connections even when he claims it’s meaningless and that he’s above it all. Rick has sort of been released from this burden and now can forge a new purpose and a new pathway with the rest of his family by his side even if, mentally and emotionally, he is not ready to do that just yet. Also, this episode has opened the door to some new lore that could carry us to the series finale ( if it does end in season 10). I’m specifically thinking about the Omega Device.

Evil Morty has the schematics that he plans on keeping on hand to buy himself some much needed peace and Rick owes him for resurrecting him and neutralizing Rick Prime for the final beat down. Also, if a device could be created to wipe out someone in every timeline then maybe it could be used to create an anti-Omega Device that could bring back those who have been wiped out. Which means we are clearly going to resurrect Uncle Slo Mobius so the two of them can go get some of that elusive McDonald’s Szechuan Sauce!

Or Rick might try to resurrect Diane as an attempt to “complete” his family. Obviously, this is just speculation, but at the same time, with the information we have this feels like a natural next step in Rick’s very slow progression to finally healing from the past and accepting the family that is with him in the present. Healing is rarely linear and I could see Rick falling into another self-destructive hole that he has fooled himself into thinking we solve all his woes. Past family and present family together. Having his cake and eating it too! What could go wrong?

#rick and morty #rick and morty season 7 #RnM #rick and morty spoilers #rnm spoilers #rick sanchez #morty smith #evil morty #rick prime #unmortricken

[thatgirl4815]

Hi! I am the SandRay endgame anon, ty for answering!

I guess my problem is that I don’t trust the OF team enough to pull that off? Like for the endgame to work for me, Ray NEEDS to break up with Mew and CHOOSE Sand, I wouldn’t be satisfied if it’s Mew who breaks up with Ray, because it would seem, again, as if Sand is the second choice, the consolation price for Ray. And my issue is, I don’t think that is gonna happen, why? because TopMew is the clear main couple here, they are the ones who this story revolves around (god knows why) and thus they are gonna make a point of having Mew realize that he loves Top and have HIM break up with Ray, and I just can’t be okay with that personally, for the reasons stated above.

I wanna see Ray caring about Sand as a person and not just as a toy he can play with and then throw away and so far, I just don’t see it? Like he is obviously attracted to him and likes when he takes care of him and sometimes I do see him caring (ep5 and scenes here and there) but then it just goes backwards in the next scene and I am back to square one thinking he doesn’t care.

And we only have 5 episodes to go, and if they wanted to do it right with SandRay, this whole thing with MewRay should have happened earlier imo (but they didn’t because they wanted the mid point of the show (ep6) to be about TopMew falling apart bc, as a I said, they are the main couple sigh)

Idk I wish they could pull it off but I am not holding my breath haha

Anyway thank you again for answering!! I am also ride or die for First and Khao tho!! I love watching them together on screen but maybe not as an endgame in this case? haha

Very fair points, and I agree that TopMew is taking up a lot of focus, so Mew realizing that he wants to be with Top again could be a catalyst for a breakup with Ray. But I also think there's a possibility that Ray's relationship with Mew and, more specifically, his own jealousy over Sand's efforts to move on will play a big role in showing Ray that he cares more about Sand than he once thought. So I wouldn't completely rule out the idea that a RayMew breakup is mutual. I also think we could see Ray realizing that a romance with Mew just doesn't live up to his expectations? It's like how people build things up in their heads so much that the actual thing cannot possibly meet those expectations.

Purely my own opinion here (of course, all of this is my opinion, lol) but I find Top and Mew to be the least interesting couple of the three because they honestly feel like stock to me. Nothing against ForceBook, but I don't see the same spark between TopMew as between Sand and Ray. The main thing I think a lot of people, myself included, are contending with this episode is the fact that Ray and Mew isn't just a distant conflict in SandRay's relationship, but a very active threat to the delicate dynamic Ray and Sand have established thus far. I think the showrunners know that, and I think they want to remind us that this show will be as messy as they can possibly make it.

Of course, if Ray and Sand aren't endgame, that will completely blow apart my predictions, because I was thinking they were most likely to be endgame out of all three couples. So I'm really hoping it'll work out for them. In any case, like you said, seeing FirstKhao acting together is always wonderful...but I will be a little greedy and say I want them to be happy together too. Hopefully that's not too much to ask for at this point.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #sandray #raysand #sanray #raysan #sand x ray #ray x sand #firstkhaotung

[inviousfluff]

That Could be us

Zhongli x reader

fluff 

Premise in attending a wedding makes you think of your future with the former archon.

It is a rare winter wedding held in Liyue, and you were rushing to help in final preparations. You had met up with Zhongli a few times as he gave directions of where to hang what for the couple and how many things should be placed in the terrace.

You and him had been seeing each other for a few years and never missed seeing weddings. He loved them as one of the loveliest contracts to be made between two people. The outdoor venue made for people sitting closer to each other, you had taken your spot next to the former archon. The couple that were at the altar had taken their spots and you rest your head against Zhongli’s arm.

Your eyes were on the wedding ceremony before you, you didn’t notice how Zhongli’s eyes never left you, a warmth in those amber eyes towards you. He slips a arm around you to tug you closer letting you warm up with his bodyheat. 

When you lift your gaze to check his face is when he looks away but eyes you out of the corner of his eye. He could tell you are blushing despite the cold making your cheeks pink. 

“That could be us one of these days.” You say barely above a whisper, enough for him to hear you.

“It could be.” His eyes fall back to you, when everyones attention was on the couple as they said their vows. Your attention is fully on the former archon now, the ceremony itself concluded when they kissed. Everyone standing up to cheer, you follow Zhongli’s lead standing alot closer to him. 

With everyone distracted he takes a moment to lean down and kiss you swiftly; holding that position for a few seconds then parts as he rests his forehead against yours.

“We should go inside, you’re getting far too cold out here.” You realize he kissed you as a way to check on your wellbeing, a small smile on your own lips at him doing this. He presses a thumb to your cheek to rub it.

“Go steal us a table my love?” You nod and he lets go so you can separate and do as he asks. Making way with the sea of people to where the reception was held. Zhongli lingers to wish the happy couple good blessings before he would join you.

When he finds you Zhongli admires you in the long brown and gold cheongsam you chose. You matched the former archon nicely without standing out too much at the wedding. You waved him over as he removed his outer coat to drape on the back of your chair and over your shoulders to warm you further. He could still see goosebumps on your arms.

“Didn’t wait long? And have you drank or eaten anything warm yet?” His questions are specific, and you nod.

“I’m slowly eating and drinking both.” You motion to the adeptus temptation you were given and tea. His eyes warmed and he moves closer to you. He takes your hands in his to gently blow a warm breath on your fingertips still finding them too cold for his liking. The gesture not going unnoticed by you and you stare in awe of how selfless he really is. 

“Good, I don’t want you catching a cold.” You settle in rhythm with enjoying the food and tea, warming up till Zhongli was satisfied with the right color of pink on your face from being embarrassed by his affection showered onto you. 

Once toasts were made and the bouquet was tossed, you had caught it with it bouncing off your head. You glanced over to Zhongli who has his arms folded looking proud of you. A few people next to him nudging his side at the hint of what it means.

Everyone settled into dancing; was when you found yourself off to the side with Zhongli, swaying in a light dance with him. You draw your eyes towards the happy couple, feeling a little envious towards them. You shake off the feeling, tightening your arms around Zhongli’s waist and pressing your face into his chest.

One of his hands combs through your hair, noticing you’re stare he tries to draw your attention back to him. When you meet his amber eyes; he cups your face lovingly and rests his forehead against yours so you can’t look away from the molten gold that glows with love.

“Are you ready to head home my love? You’re looking tired.”  You look up in slight panic at the thought of the day coming to an end; would you part ways to your respective homes? Or would he invite you home this time. You collect the flowers and walk with him towards the bridge that leads to home.

You look down at your feet as you follow behind him. Zhongli smiles to himself as he walks, all knowing the pout on your face. He starts walking towards the direction of his house when he hears your feet stop.

“Love? Aren’t you coming with me?” You lift your head at his words, immediately following him at the implications of his words. 

“Really?!” He chuckles at your surprised expression and tone at being taken home with him. Gold eyes regard you with warmth again as you lock eyes with him.

“My dear, how could I let you be by yourself tonight?” Mischief lit in those amber and you feel yourself walking faster with him. He stops you once you and him were far away from the party. He takes your hands in his own, and stands with you letting the moonlight wash over you both. 

“Do you want that to be us one day soon?” He asks while rubbing his thumb over the back of your left hand. You feel your face pink up at the idea of being married to him. You keep his stare letting him see you blush not daring look away from his face.

“I do want that, to be bound to you.” His other hand rests on the side of your face and you lean into it feeling the rare time he doesn’t wear his gloves. He presses his thumb to your bottom lip.

“You know I am the god of contracts. If we make this contract, there is no going back with me. If you declare here right now and here that you want to be married, then we will be married.” Zhongli speaks with certainty, clear and not stuttering once. Your heart beats wild in your chest when he kneels down, keeping your hand in his to place a kiss over your ring finger.

“I know you are the god of contracts, and I would love this to be with you like this.” The glow of his eyes told you so much, he knows he chose the right person who would safeguard his secret, keep the customs and uphold the contracts he makes. 

“Then do you agree to this contract? To be married to me? How do you want to be married, we could be right now.” He stands up after kissing your hand again. You see his eyes glowing bright in love, a full happiness behind them.

“I agree to this contract and can’t wait to be married now. I don’t mind how, we can be married in your office or have a big ceremony like the one we saw.” He dips his head to kiss you.

“Then I seal this contract with a kiss. We can be married within the week then plan a whole ceremony later. Now... I want to get you home.” You feel yourself scooped into his arms, a yelp made as he carries you the rest of the way. Zhongli keeps kissing you as he walks with you.

“Then let us get started in practicing our life ahead. You’re getting too cold, let me warm you up.” His eyes say it all, and you kick your feet in glee at spending the night with him in that manner.

“You are my cherished beloved.”

~~~~~~

I will have two versions of this story, this one here for sfw and a nsfw version on @inviouswriting

#zhongli #genshin zhongli #zhongli fluff #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x reader

[tamelee]

your thoughts on Karin? (cuz she's so hated by sakura stans)

Well we know why they dislike her so much :’) 

I don't have many specific thoughts about her tbh. However, I do like team Hebi/Taka because it works. I think that's not so much about whether she's 'useful' or not, but more about Sasuke's ability to lead a team effectively. I wish we had seen more about Karin's goals and inner world beyond ‘Sasuke’. First, because she is an Uzumaki and it’d be great to learn even a tiny bit of background (other than Anime filler and databooks) and secondly because right now I find her dedication, loyalty (according to Suigetsu) and relationship with Orochimaru confusing to say the least. And even more so after Gaiden 🤔 We've seen internal conflicts explored for characters who are considered 'less important' than Karin, but it now seems limited to an obsession with Sasuke.

I'm not criticizing this lack of depth per se because, in most cases, there is room to expand on a character and flesh them out if it serves the story. I understand that it might not be the case for a supporting character (literally) in Sasuke's journey like Karin was and that it may not even have been Kishimoto’s intention to hand out the ability to sympathize with her behavior as her core personality shown in the story isn’t the easiest to like or relate to lol.  

But thirdly... you can’t really tell what truly motivates her as a person (internally), other than this one memory of Sasuke saving her and then crushing on him. I consider characters as a 'person' (internal) different from their 'duties' and motivations as Shinobi (external). Although in some cases these are aligned or become intertwined. So, that memory alone isn't a satisfying guiding principle. Especially not in a complex story like Naruto. It's simply 'something that happened' and it didn't lead her to the point she then was acknowledged as kunochi (when we got introduced to her, the chains are an exception) who could be useful for a team. Ultimately her personal reasons to be strong in the first place didn't put her in a position that made Sasuke consider her for his team. She was useful and then her crush on Sasuke motivated her to join the team which is entirely different.. and having this crush wasn't her driving force as a person the way Sasuke was for Naruto. Sasuke was Naruto's driving force which made him strong which then was useful to the Shinobi world, see how that's the opposite? (There's no right/wrong here, it's just an observation.) Generally, you can't really sense that yearning she has for (Sasuke's) love, because there isn't any emotional layering to it. Nevertheless, her abilities are impressive. So, what brought her to this point in the first place if it wasn't a motivation? It is simply my personal curiosity. And arguing for her motivation being 'Sasuke' makes her abilities in the beginning of part 2 simply an attribution to her Uzumaki heritage (which is the only reason people give for her strength) or Orochimaru's experiments because there's no other explanation than that and thus, such reasoning I find incredibly lacking considering the interesting things she can do. Even using that as an excuse to defend a ship would only do it a disservice tbh. Uchiha can awaken their Sharingan but that strength still depends on the user. Anything handed to you is useless if you don't know how to use it, as we've seen with Naruto as Jinchuriki also. As well as his core reason to become stronger which wasn't ever simply to gain the Hokage title. In that sense, although a bit shallow, Karin becomes just this crazy girl that has a creepy obsession but can do really cool and useful things with her set of skills. Idk what else to say about it.

#asktamelee #naruto talk #karin talk

[senditcolton]

26 w jack hughes or willy nylander pls!

I chose Willy for this one (my first time writing for him! so exciting!) warning: it's kind of a cheating fic, not full blown but still iffy so if you don't vibe with it, I apologize. also, AM34 is in this but he's an asshole in it so, hopefully that helps? anyway, i hope you like it!

Criminal in how I crave the way she tastes.

William Nylander was in trouble: he was in trouble because he was in love.

Normally, being in love is a good thing, something to be celebrated. But when he was in love with his teammate Mitch’s best friend, a friend who was already in a steady relationship, it was nothing but trouble. And that’s exactly the situation that William found himself trapped in.

It was a specific kind of hell, one that he didn’t know how to escape. So, instead, he settled for this; watching you from across the Toronto bar, watching as you celebrated the Maple Leafs win, imagining that it was his arms around you instead of your boyfriend Justin’s, that he was the one whispering jokes into your ear. Any fantasy was worlds better than the reality.

“Yo, Willy!” The voice of his teammate pulls him out of his haze, his gaze dropping from you to the boys standing around the billiards table. “It’s your turn, man.”

William shakes his head lightly before wandering back to the table, desperately trying to concentrate on the shot in front of him. It almost works until the sound of your laughter floats above the bar, causing him to tense and ruin his play.

“Dude, what’s going on?” Kerfoot asks bewildered, walking around the table to retrieve the sunken cue ball.

“Oh, he’s just distracted because he’s obsessing over Y/N again,” Auston casually explains, taking a swig from his beer before waltzing over to the table, placing the cue exactly where he wants on the green velvet top.

“Still?” Kerfy replies to which William heaves a sigh. He wished he never spilt his secret to anyone but one too many drinks led to it slipping and the gossip spread to almost everyone on the team. “Dude, she has a boyfriend.”

“You don’t think I know that?” William retorts.

“Well, yeah but I thought you would get over it a little quicker because of that,” Alex explains and William can’t stop his eyes from rolling.

“I’ve tried.”

“Well try harder,” Auston says, his statement punctuated by the sound of clattering billiard balls. He lifts himself up from his position leaned over the table before propping himself up with the cue.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t fucking know dude,” he replies. “Get drunk. Punch and scream into your pillow. Take home a girl that looks enough like her that you’re satisfied. Just whatever you need to get over it.”

The words turn William’s stomach. He knew that Auston must have meant well but the way he talked, so carelessly and callously, made him feel sick. Instead, William places his own cue on the table, a silent forfeit to the already lost game.

“You’re a dick,” is the last thing William says before turning away and pushing through the crowd towards the bar, ignoring the shouts from behind him. He makes it to the bar, moving around before he finds a space at the end, shoved in a corner. He attempts to flag down the bartender but with the bustle of a Saturday night, William gives up quickly, in turn decides to wait.

He hopes to get a drink soon and drown his miseries with a beer, or perhaps something stronger. Something that will manage to get you off his mind.

Unfortunately, that hope is lost when he feels the delicate touch of a hand on his shoulder and the smell of a perfume that had haunted him for months fill his senses. And then your voice rose over the commotion, a simple statement laced with a concern that made William weak.

“Hey,” you say, your voice raising over the commotion of the bar as your hand tightens on William’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”

~

Some of your friends said that your constant concern for others was the cause of your problems. Even your boyfriend Justin echoed that statement from time to time, thinking that you would burn yourself out from how much you worried about others. But you had always thought that if caring about others was wrong, you didn’t want to be right. It made you feel good about being there for friends, being an ear for them to rant to, or a shoulder for them to cry on. It wasn’t that you didn’t set boundaries. You had your limits and knew when to take a step back. But more often than not, you wanted to help.

So, when you saw William storm away from the billiard tables, ignoring the cries from Auston, you knew something was wrong. And your empathy took over.

“Hey, I’m going to go to the bar,” you explain, untangling yourself from Justin’s grasp. “Won’t be gone long.” You press a quick kiss against his lips before turning away and making your way through the crowd.

You managed to spy William pressed against the edge of the bar, his body slumped forward, his long blond hair falling in front of his face. You manage to squeeze through the press of the bodies until you appear behind him. Your hand reaches out to land on his shoulder and your heart pangs when you feel his body tense underneath your touch.

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask, your voice loud enough to carry over the background noise but your tone still caring. It takes a moment and a deep sigh before William responds.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he mumbles and you almost lose the words in the commotion around you.

“Are you sure?” you ask, shoving your way next to him so you can manage to look at his face. “I just noticed you kind of storming away from Auston and Kerf and I wanted to make sure everything was alright.” Your explanation causes William’s gaze to flick up to you, his blue eyes gentle.

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Okay. But just so you know, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here. I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” You are about to retreat to your original table when you hear William’s mutter.

“That’s the problem.”

“What was that?” you question, turning back to face him, your eyes still filled with concern. William’s own eyes dart back to yours, clearly caught off guard, not expecting you to hear his last utterance. You watch for a moment, noticing an almost imperceptible shift within him as he straightens up, holding your gaze with a fierce sudden determination.

“I said, that’s the problem,” he repeats and your eyebrows furrow at his words.

“What’s the problem?”

You see William’s eyes tear away from you to dart around the bar and you are about to follow his gaze until you feel his hand grasp yours and before you can blink, he is pulling you away from the and into a secluded hallway. He finally drops your hand and spins back towards you to connect his piercing blue eyes with yours once again.

“William,” you begin. “What’s going on?”

“I do have a problem. A major problem.”

“Well, what is it? Maybe I can help.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he says, taking a small step towards you. “Because you’re the cause of it.”

“Me? What does that –”

“I like you,” William confesses, cutting you off. You are taken aback by his words, the admission startling you but before you have time to process it, he continues. “I like you a lot. I have for a while. And now, I’m getting caught in these spirals of thinking about what it would be like to be with you. How it would feel to hear your laughter every day, to take care of you, to come home to you after a long road trip.”

“William –” you attempt to say, his words dancing around in your head as he continues his approach.

“How it would feel to wake up next to you every morning,” he breathes and you let out a sharp gasp as you feel your back hit the concrete behind you. William doesn’t slow, his body moving into your space. “How you would look tangled in my sheets, how your body would feel pressed against mine. What it would be like to kiss you.”

You knew it was wrong. You had a boyfriend. You were happy with Justin. But you wouldn’t deny the fact that you had found William attractive from the moment you met him. And in the deep, somewhat shameful parts of you, you had thought the same things. You had quieted those fantasies for months, not wanting to ruin the perfectly good relationship you had.

But now, here with William’s body leaning over yours, his weight supported by his hands pressed against the wall, his breath ghosting over your bare skin, his lips mere millimeters away from yours, it was hard to ignore those hidden wishes that were now screaming at you will full force.

“Tell me that you’ve wanted me the same way I wanted you,” he whispers.

The desperation in his voice is what does you in, causing the damn to break and all your desire to come surging forward. Your body moves without thinking, your hands tangling into his hair, pulling him that small distance closer before your lips meet.

The kiss is fevered, frantic, frenzied but you were past the point of caring. You just needed to feel his lips against yours. It is a split-second before William is returning the kiss with as much passion, his hands falling from the wall to grasp your hips. The two of you continue to kiss, becoming more desperate with every second passed. William’s lips fall from yours to kiss across your jawline down your neck. Your leg lifts to wrap around the back of his thigh, his hand coming to grip your own thigh to pull you closer. You gasp as you feel his body press against you and it seems that that sharp sound breaks through the lust.

William pauses, his lips leaving your beck, his blue irises darting up to look at you, filled with a look that you didn’t recognize. You move your head forward in attempt to kiss him again and your lips barely touch his before William is pulling away again. You try again, managing to kiss him lightly before he once again retreats. There is a small pause as the two of you look at each other before a small curse is uttered from William’s lips.

“Shit,” he murmurs, his gaze tearing from you and your eyebrows furrow at his words. “Fuck. We shouldn’t. Justin,” he continues and with that one name, you are shocked back into reality. William pulls away from you and you don’t stop him as the two of you disentangle from each other.

“I’m sorry,” William says when he steps away from you. “I’m really fucking sorry.” With that, he turns on his heel, disappearing into the crowd, leaving you breathless against the wall.

It takes you a few minutes to collect yourself enough to venture back to the table with your friends, your mind still in a haze over what just happened.

“Babe, are you alright?” you hear your boyfriend’s voice call out and you are snapped out of your thoughts, blinking dazedly to see Justin looking at you with concern.

“I’m fine,” you say, your voice not nearly convincing enough which you can see when one of Justin’s brows lift in disbelief. “I think I just had a little too much to drink. Can we go home?”

“Yeah, of course,” Justin replies, jumping out of the seat and grabbing his car keys out of his pocket. After a quick explanation to your friends and a few hurried goodbyes, Justin’s hand is pressed against the small of your back, leading you towards the exit. Before you reach the door, you glance behind you and your eyes instantly connect with William, back at the billiards tables, his gaze locked on your departing frame.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” you hear Justin ask again, his voice pulling your eyes back to his.

“I think we need to talk.”

#nicole writes #trinity of terror prompt night #a little spicy a little angsty #a combo i absolutely adore #william nylander blurb #william nylander angst #toronto maple leafs blurb #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

[rosiethedragongeek]

Hey I have thoughts, as someone who doesn’t really care for Viggo and found triple cross disappointing: here’s how I think it could’ve been done otherwise. - If throughout the episode they showed snapshots of Viggo and the dragon that saved him, literal snapshots I mean like 2 second clips spread out sporadically across the episode, where in each one we can see him slowly changing and getting closer with the dragon. + when the episode ends, it closes on one final clip that’s a little longer, like 10 seconds maybe that is idk him settling against the dragon that saved him or something, looking at a sunset or alternatively it’s just him patting the skrill, right before he goes off and dies. I think that would’ve been cool.

now you may wonder why I’m suggesting all this, and it’s simply cause I don’t get the deal with viggo and especially not with that episode. It’s probably just personal preference but I don’t see why so many people love him? Idk that might just be me. If you would like, I’d love to hear your thoughts on him and why people like him so much, cause I’m genuinely just confused cause from my corner it seems everyone’s obsessed with him and like. I think he’s cool, and I loved his drive and villainy, but I can’t tell what it is that people cling to him for? Cause I see a lot of people who like to think about it viggo lives/post redemption but again I just don’t see the appeal. I’m really sorry if I come across as negative, it’s not my intention I’m just genuinely confused and would like to hear others’ thoughts. Also I haven’t watched triple cross in several months now so idk my idea would even flow with the episode but it’s cool I think? Here’s just this mess of me rambling words are difficult yknow

Okay, so I agree with what you said about seeing Viggo slowly bonding with that monstrous nightmare. After Dagur's very long and satisfying redemption arc where we see him slowly learn to care for others (starting with Heather and slowly branching out to the other riders and eventually Mala), and eventually learning to respect and even love dragons to the point where he finds himself on the exact opposite side of the conflict that he has been wrapped up in since he was a child.

After all of that, Viggo's redemption arc was just a little underwhelming. I wish it had been dragged out a little longer. The 2 second clips would have been a great way to do that, but I would have liked a whole episode dedicated to Viggo telling Hiccup about what happened to him after Johann trapped him in the cave with a bunch of flashback scenes showing us exactly what happened. And even after that, little moments where we can see Viggo learning and changing in real time.

I love Viggo a lot, and I can definitely think of a few specific mutuals who really love Viggo. I think he really stands out because he's such a good adversary for Hiccup. More than any other villain in the series imo he makes Hiccup think. We see Hiccup suffer some pretty heavy losses, and feel intense grief or anger, all because of Viggo.

This is partially attributed to the fact that the shows have more time to spend on this sort of thing, but I can't see Drago creating this kind of conflict. Maybe Grimmel but most of Grimmel's moves were centered around Toothless and not getting inside Hiccup's head (I feel)

He sorta challenges Hiccup in a way that we haven't seen before or since.

Pair his intense intellect and strategy with the voice and the very composed attitude and he's a lot of fun to watch, especially when he's bouncing off of Hiccup's sarcasm and dry humor.

Given all of this and the fact that he's been shown to be willing to change and adjust his very established worldview based off of his experiences, I just really like him lol

#this is kinda ramble-y #and idk if i did a very good job explaining why i like him so much #sorry lol #viggo #viggo grimborn #viggo httyd #viggo rtte #how to train your dragon #race to the edge #httyd #rtte #rosie's httyd brainrot #thank you for the ask <3

[saphirered]

Hello! I would love to get Lucien Vanserra prompt 2 as spice 💕

A little (a lot) fireside spice coming right up. We love the sarcasm. We love the wit. Throw in a little of fluff and it's a recipe for disaster. Hope 2.7k cuts it. Enjoy! 😘

Summary// You’re preparing a surprise. Curiosity killed the fox but satisfaction brought it back. Your satisfaction to be specific. Lucien’s got every intention to make it worth your while to spill the surprise.

“I don’t get why you insist on being out here at this time of day, no, season. They are just pears.” Lucien breathes into his palms to keep his fingers from growing numb but it is a futile cause. You seem wholly unbothered despite the flush to your skin. Together you stroll through the orchard. Every so often you leave his side to check on the trees, place your palm against its bark, and inspect the frozen fruits encased in a layer of ice much like a shell; a good thing you’ve told him. While he admires your dedication, he has come to regret his decision to tag along with you. He can’t feel his toes anymore. He can barely feel his fingers and were it not for the light and fire within him, he might have frozen over a while ago. He truly does not see how you manage and finds himself wishing you curl his arms around you when you dart away, and keep you next to him instead hoarding every bit of warmth he can get. He refrains but mostly because you’ll never let him hear the end of it and he’s pretty sure his brain’s turned to icicles because he cannot even begin to formulate a witty remark or joke. Mother, he fears even his sarcasm might be beyond him at this point. What have you done to him? The things he does for love. 

“I like to assure the quality of my food before I eat it. And they’re more than ‘just pears’. Leave that blasphemous attitude out in the cold.” You sound like he might as well have pissed in your wine. You make him laugh. Of course you make him laugh. When you slap his shoulder he barely even feels it and it makes you simmer a bit more as you shake your head. Mercifully you loop your arm around his and guide him along back to the farm house to pick up your precious pears and finally you let him take you home. 

Lucien didn’t ever think he’d miss the rays of sunshine in the bright of day as much as he did then, exchanging the dark and snow-heavy clouds for the slightly warmer but still cold winter sun rays bleeding through the mist. Your mercy knows no limits today. You help him out of his coat and sit him down on the couch with a blanket. You set fresh firewood in the hearth and give him the sign to light it. Warmth fills the room when you press a kiss to his cheek and go work on whatever you’re plotting. Lucien fears you might not be so merciful in the future and debates if he should keep his wit in check but then again, when has he ever? 

He hears you humming from the kitchen, the moving pots and pans and rinsing of dishes in between whatever you’re working on. He offered to help. You would have none of it claiming he’d just ruin your magic. He asked you what you were working on but you told him it was a surprise. He feels safe to assume it’s to do with pears though. His brain is melting back to regular again, no longer in icicle state. He can think properly again. As time passes the smell of cinnamon, sugar and a mix of wine fills his senses. You emerge from the kitchen having discarded your heavier layers and instead opting for more casual comfy wear. You join him on the couch with two glasses of wine, handing him one and clinking your glasses together. You look satisfied. You curl your legs under you and Lucien stretches his so they fall into your lap. You roll your eyes and decide to drag your nail along the underside now that sensitivity has returned to them. He jerks and gives you a playful glare. This time you plead innocence. 

“Are you going to tell me what you’re working on?” He asks taking a sip of his wine. 

“I’ll show you in about three hours.” He offers an impatient look. You just purse your lips and pat his calf. 

“It better be worth the wait.” He teases and finishes his glass. He goes to get up but you stop him, hand flat against his chest. Looks like you see right through him.

“Nice try. No peaking. Curiosity killed the fox.” You chastise as you get up. 

“I don’t think that’s how that saying goes.” Lucien retorts when you dart into the kitchen and come back with the bottle. You refill his glass upon your speedy return. 

“Smart-ass.” 

“Once upon a time you told me name-calling is only for the defeated.” Perhaps he should have waited with that comment until after you handed him back his glass. When you go to hand it over you pull back instead. You catch on to that fact too.

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, Lucien. You should know better.” You take a sip from his glass humming in satisfaction and provoking him further. 

“Last I recall I bit much more than your hand, sweetheart.” He can’t get that glass but he can get you. Quick as the wind he wraps his arm around your legs and pulls you towards him until you fall into his lap. You spill some of the wine on your sweater and gasp his name, annoyed with his antics quickly trying to get rid of the burgundy stain beginning to form. It’s a lost cause though. Lucien is quick to apologise. This wasn’t his intention after all but the moment you seem alright and no harm was done, and you’re not truly upset, he steals the glass from you and drinks the remains in one go. 

“You are a nuisance.” You exclaim exasperated and cross your arms, unresponsive to the arms that wrap around you and the lips that press against your neck in apology though it seems a false one given the curve of them. Don’t think you won’t notice.

“Handsome. Sarcastic. Cunning. Strong. Compassionate. Magical. Sweet. Delicious. Intelligent.” Each word is followed with a kiss along the column of your neck. “I don’t think nuisance has made the list before.” He chuckles and you feel the sound vibrate against your skin. It makes you shiver.

“Hmm. I’ve thought it many times. Perhaps your hearing is just very selective. I believe I said your good looks do not make up for that sarcastic tongue?” His teeth graze along that sensitive spot just beneath the corner of your jaw. Were you in less of control of yourself you might have moaned or gasped. Lucien turned this into a game of control. You’ll be damned if you let him win now. 

“You’re not proving me wrong, love.” You need another drink and lean away from him, enough to reach your glass.

“And here I thought I’d have a quiet afternoon enjoying a glass of wine in front of the fire.” You swirl the contents and move your leg in such a way the bastard cannot steal it from you when he reaches for it. 

“Three hours is an awfully long time for just one bottle to last.” Lucien states as a matter of fact. 

“That’s because you’re a glutton.” You point an accusatory finger towards him and he feigns offence. 

“I simply enjoy the finer things in life.” Lucien defends a hand over his heart. You had once called him a wine snob and he had not denied it. Instead he’d just decided to annoy you to hell and back with niche wine facts until you told him to shut up. He’d tell another, if only to have the last word. Though in the end you did get the last word after you promised to drown him in merlot. 

“That’s certainly a way to describe it.” You take a large gulp of wine and empty the glass going for a refill. You already know the words playing upon his lips when that smirk creeps onto his features. Still you let him say it. This back and forth, you enjoy it. There’s no seriousness in any of this. It’s just fun banter, even if others might deem each jab an offensive one, you do not. You both know it’s just teasing. You both know that others might suffer if you do not turn these battles of wit onto each other as opposed to everyone around you. Lucien and you are in agreement everyone else should be thankful for your graciousness and mercy. Shame to the poor fool who thinks you’re serious. 

“Now who’s the glutton.” You only offer him a vulgar gesture. Between you putting the bottle away and before you can pick up your glass again, he pulls you back onto his lap fully until you face him. You cross your arms and tilt your head to the side staring at the fire as it crackles and moves and the flames rise just a little. Bastard. You give him a side glance and he further nudges your chin until you look him in the eye. He plays with your sweater, letting his fingers run along the forming stain and putting a light amount of pressure on it. You feel the excess absorbed cold and wet against your skin. It makes you shiver a little be that because of the texture or his touch. Lucien will tell himself the latter, of course.  

“It’d be a shame if you let that stain your undergarments.” Lucien again he presses before his fingers trail down. You don’t budge. Not even when you feel his hands slip under your sweater and dance across the bare skin of your sides and abdomen. When you seem wholly unfazed, or perhaps even unconcerned, he puts it together, letting his hands wander higher until they touch the underside of your chest, and feel a lack of any material. You’re not wearing anything underneath. Particularly daring and perhaps a tad stupid provocative, he doubles down and strokes along the rounded flesh. Your face doesn’t speak anything different but you cannot deny the goosebumps scattering across your skin. Nor the barely noticeable shiver. An involuntary response of your body. He’s sure he might have missed that one were you not on top of him. You might be able to lie to him but there’s only so many responses to his touch you can feign indifference to. 

“Don’t start something you have no intention of finishing.” You threaten grabbing onto his lower arms and stopping his all too tender attention to your chest. You’ll be inclined to give in if you let this continue unchecked. You don’t want to stop him. You want him to continue but Lucien is a tease and he is in a teasing mood. You’ll refuse to let him ruin your carefully prepared meal as it’s still cooking. You won’t let him allow you to lose track of time. 

“That’s where you’re mistaken, my love. I have every intention of finishing.” He speaks unashamed with a satisfied grin, though when you let your arms wrap around his neck, fingers lacing at the back of it and shake your head disappointed. You interpret his words differently than you know he intended. Then your thumb comes to stroke against his cheek. 

“So selfish.” You say it as if it’s something he can’t help, as if it is his mortal flaw and it irks him to no end. 

“Now who has selective hearing.” He whispers and you hum as if you missed his comment. “Nothing, my love. I would never dare disappoint.” A bit melodramatic even by his standards and you snort. A quick pass over your nipples has you lose that attitude quickly and a flush spreads across your cheeks when he does it again, and again. Your breath is sharper too. You recover yourself and cup his cheeks, make him look you right in the eye as you lean close. 

“One hour. No games.” 

“I thought you said three.” He counters. 

“I have to check in between. Should I question your ability-“ One of his hands drops immediately and strokes against the inside of your thigh right towards the apex of your legs while the other pinches your sensitive nipple. Your sentence falls short in favour for an unexpected gasp. He caught you off guard and given the satisfied grin he sports, it is exactly what he hoped for. Cocky bastard. You’ll get him for that. When he does not expect it. Serves him right. 

“Keep pushing and I’ll show you how selfish I can be.” A single light pass of his fingers strokes against your centre and halts far too quickly. You resist the urge to grind your hips. “Now will you finally tell me what you’re making that needs such strict care and preparation?” Lucien slowly lifts the hem of your sweater, rising it until your abdomen is exposed just slightly, higher and higher and higher until he lifts it over your head and you allow him to lift it over your arms, your upper body bare to him. While he looks like a starved man, he still has eyes locked with yours and does not look away once when you hold his gaze. 

“Ask me again in an hour.” That’s a challenge he’ll accept. He adjusts you to be more comfortable, legs on either side of his kneeling, while he sits up further. One hand dances up to cup your cheek and angle your face so he may kiss you better. Slowly but surely does he bring your lips together in a slow burning kiss hotter than the flames in the fireplace. An inferno settles within you when you reach up and cup his cheeks and deepen the kiss. Your hips grind against him and he moans into your mouth. Lucien stops you, pulling away.

“No, no, love. You gave me an hour. We’re doing this my way.” You try to lean in for a kiss again but he leans away. The way you bite your lip almost has him succumbing to your charm. Almost but not quite yet, not with the promise of his imagination and desire to satisfy you the way he plans. There’s plenty of time for that later. If you wish he’ll let you ride him all night long until you can no more. That is if you have enough energy left to carry yourself on your own two feet after this. 

“Fine. Better make it worth my while-“ His fingers slip under your waistband and to your very core. It takes but a single stroke to feel your arousal. The lewd look he offers you says enough. 

“You were saying?” Lucien hums as if his fingers are not sending flames right through your abdomen, lighting your nerves until you feel like you’re short of breath already. He does not stop. He does not look away once as you come undone little by little, until you’re gasping, threatening him that if he stops, you’ll actually cut him up and feed him to the animals. He chuckles when you’re flustered and a mess. He does follow your order. He does not pull away when you’re right on the edge, nor when you’re past your peak. He lets you come down from that high at your own pace. He follows every direction you give him. 

Finally the hour passes. Your legs are shaking and you’re catching your breath. Your lips are swollen and you’re holding yourself upright against Lucien. An hour has passed. Just as promised. He’s stopped as you told him. You don’t want him to stop, though a break you might need, still he does as you told him. He lets you settle on the couch and fetches you a glass of water. You’re so caught up in your thought you forgot where he would have had to fetch that water from. When you realise it’s already too late. You sit up quickly just as he remerges from the kitchen, glass in hand. 

“Poached pears. What a sweet surprise.” You want to slap that cocky grin off his face so bad but you can think of a thousand other more satisfying ways of doing it. You just might. You narrow your eyes when he hands you the glass and pulls the duvet over your shoulders a little tighter around you. 

“They look good. Checking in another hour?” Lucien speaks innocently pouring himself another glass of wine. You weakly kick his leg when he sits down next to your feet. He almost spills it. “Don’t waste the wine again, love.” Cocky bastard. 

#lucien vanserra x reader #lucien x reader #acotar #acotar lucien #lucien acotar #lucien vanserra #acotar x reader #acotar x you #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #sjm fanfic

[darkeneddawningmain]

Reblog chain removal rant

I just spent a long time composing this message about removing reblog chains to submit as feedback to Tumblr's help center and wanted to share it here as well. It's pretty long so I'm putting it under a read more, but I hope this post encourages more people to submit feedback to Tumblr about what a bad idea removing reblog chains is.

I'm here to add another voice to the protest against removing reblog chains. There are a lot of things I wish was better about Tumblr (direct links to posts from the post header and being able to pause videos instantly on mobile at the top of the list!), but by and far the worst change Tumblr could ever make is to take away reblog chains.

By taking away reblog chains, Tumblr would be losing the entire essence of what Tumblr is. People have already illustrated this really well in posts (which I hope staff have seen), but getting rid of loved features to become a worse knockoff of other sites is the worst possible decision to make. It will not result in the users of the original sites Tumblr is trying to mimic abandoning the sites they're already established on to join Tumblr. The other sites already have their community ecosystems and brand recognition that people will not want to abandon just because Tumblr is suddenly operating in a similar format. All the change would do is drive away Tumblr users that are here for TUMBLR.

Even non-Tumblr users appreciate reblog chains! Have you not seen screenshots of funny and classic Tumblr posts circulate the web, beloved specifically for the collaborative reblog chain format? Tumblr has always been a source of engaging and satisfying content in a way that other sites share to feed off of, and it’s precisely because of Tumblr’s post format. In comparison, when people share screenshots of Twitter posts and threads, it’s obvious how much clunkier posting to Twitter and also sharing posts from Twitter is. (I refuse to call the site ‘X’ btw)

When people post to Twitter, they have to either make sure their message fits within a finite character limit (which works for small zingy posts, but ONLY the ones they can make fit), or they have to break up their message into many pieces, which is so clumsy.

1) The poster must compose their message in segments, which can cause problems if they realize they want to edit earlier parts of said message because it’s already been posted. It can also cause problems if they (like me) have ADHD and forget what they’ve already said if they can’t see the whole message at once. Workarounds like composing in a separate program are inconvenient, and posting long messages still requires many steps (e.g. cutting messages into character limit sizes and posting each individual tweet)

2) Readers have to be aware enough to see and/or find all of the parts of the message, which people will often miss or not care to follow up on.

3) If anyone wants to add to a thread, they can only reply to a single tweet, and then go through the same process of breaking their message into pieces. This means that anyone reading the replyer’s thread would have to follow a link to the original thread if they want to see all the context, and that’s just inconvenient enough that people would rather not.

4) Anyone who wants to share these threads via screenshots has to make sure they have all the tweets in the thread. Do they also navigate to other threads to additionally screenshot further context? What if the poster still has more to say and hasn’t finished their thread? Not to mention how much wasted space there is in these screenshots since each tweet is separate and has its own UI around it.

That got into a bit of a rant, especially since removing reblog chains doesn’t necessarily mean Tumblr will enact a stupid character limit, but I hope my point that Twitter is NOT a better site than Tumblr was made clear. People sharing Tumblr screenshots and laboriously trying to convey longer messages on a platform that is unfriendly to them goes to show that reblog chains are not confusing or overwhelming to anyone. If anything, Twitter’s format is far less intuitive and people have just been forced to get used to it. Many people HAVE to use Twitter for work; people feel like they have to since it’s the current dominating social platform; people think Tumblr is dead and not an option anymore, etc.

In conclusion, making posts less convenient to see the full context of at once is a HUGE slap in the face to your loyal userbase that has been sticking around specifically for Tumblr’s engaging collaborative platform. It’s a pointless cut to functionality that is not enticing to anyone, even the people you’re trying to entice. I hope the people in charge can recognize this and not move forward with the idea. Thank you for your time.

#sorry for the long rant feel free to scroll away obvi #tumblr #tumblr problems #reblog chains #dawningspeaks #forgot my original post tag

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

I nEvEr GeT aSk GaMe StUfF

✨🦋🌿🎀💝💥💎💌

Geee, alright already! 🤣🤣🤣

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Okay, first things first, I'm pretty satisfied with how all of my fics have been perceived so far, so I can't really complain. 

That being said: Someone who cares is doing significantly less good than Hic sunt dracones, statistics-wise. It is my own emotional support fic and incredibly close to my heart, so I really am delighted about every positive comment I get about it. 

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

Erm, everything? Can I say everything? 🤣

I'm literally a nervous wreck after posting, anxiously hitting F5 and waiting for feedback, mind in a constant loop of self-doubt.

What if my characterization is off?

What if the premise sucks?

What if my readers don't like the direction I'm taking the story? 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!! 

🌿how does creating make you feel?

So many things!!! 

For one thing, it scratches the brain itch. I’ve always had to create things, as far back as I remember. When I was a kid, my parents could stick me in a corner with some paper and scissors and crayons and glue and wouldn’t hear from me for hours. 

Even during the 15 years that I didn’t write, I always had to be doing something creative. Knitting, painting, drawing, photographing, you name it. It’s an urge that I need to fulfill and I get crabby if I can’t. 

Seeing the end results makes me feel insanely proud and accomplished. It may not be perfect, but I made that! I sunk my teeth into it and saw it through and made this wonderful thing that I love. 

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

How dare you make me say nice things about myself?! 

Okay … I guess my writing does something to other people that makes them want to create their own stuff. People have repeatedly told me that reading my fics kickstarted their own imagination into creating stories or art of their own. And every time that happens, I get so incredibly happy because that is like a god-tier compliment right there! That somebody found my writing so engaging that it made their brain spin off on a tangent and they created something out of it! 

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Dragons! Dragons dragons dragons dragoooooons!!!! 

The feedback I am getting for this fic just won’t stop blowing my mind, seriously, and every time I think it’s done, you guys hit me in right in the feels again with your gorgeous comments and rec lists mentions and fucking FANART! I am incredibly happy and humbled and awed that people are loving it so much! 

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

That would be Someone like you, which is a little bonus story to Someone who cares. It's a purely self-indulgent little one-shot featuring married Steddie and a baby. This universe is my emotional support AU and I loved visiting the boys again. 💕

💎why is writing important to you?

Wow, where to start? 

Because it's incredibly fun and allows me to completely immerse myself in the story I'm creating. Because I get to be self-indulgent and spoil myself and make the story exactly like I want it to be. 

And because I have met so many amazing, creative, lovely ppl through it over the past few months, who bring me joy and make me smile every single day.

I honestly don't know how I could ever go without it for so long! 

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Okay, so I'm still firmly stuck on the demon!Eddie brainworm and fully planning on turning it into a chaptered fic. I'm still figuring out a lot of the specifics, but I've already got some nice twists and details planned. There'll be demon besties Eddie and Chrissy, a nice side of Buckingham, lots of smutty goodness, Dustin running a mystery YouTube channel and so much more, it will be glorious! 

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #my writing #fanfic #asks and replies #hic sunt dracones #someone who cares #demon eddie munson

[joonary]

Finished Maybe so… I have some thoughts so I’ll share them here, this is also my first real review so take it easy on me 😅

“This party is boring, do you wanna leave together? W-what?” Yoongi chokes on his water. Y’know, the one where you’re supposed to respond by saying ‘this is my birthday party…’. Yeah, that was it.”

Man do I feel old cause I have no clue what meme was being referenced either…

“you slip your hand into his

you reach out and grab his hand in yours. Well now he’s nervous too, just for a completely different reason.”

I often think that when someone you like holds your hand it’s both a win/lose situation because on one hand (no pun intended 😂) you get to feel the warmth of their smaller hand in yours but to act unfazed is brutal and I don’t wish that on anyone lmao

“He wonders if you’re as comfortable as he is right now.”

You don’t understand how often this thought crosses my mind whenever I’m on the phone or texting a girl I like, just the thought of her, comfortably in bed with all of her attention on me drives me insane.

Reading Maybe so takes me back to when I was younger, specifically when I was a teenager and how often I would get in my own head, trying to satisfy my family with how I was living life, who I surrounded myself with and how I would grow as a person. All of that is not to say that I’m now perfect, cause if anything I’m still flawed, hopefully less from when I was a teen but continuing to learn and grow is the goal yknow but man does Yoongi have to take it easy on himself and having reader by his side, hopefully allows him to see that he shouldn’t dictate his life decisions on what his family thinks of him— heck even “dating” reader is contradictory on its own but we make mistakes to learn.

Well, I’m off to bed now 😴

oh my god you actually read it DAWG WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU 💀

i mean that in the most positive way possible i’m sorry HAHAHAH seriously thank you for reading! i still can’t fully bring myself to reread the entire thing still so i just skimmed over my old notes and the scenes that you quoted here 🥴

Man do I feel old cause I have no clue what meme was being referenced either…

THIS IS SO FUCKING EMBARRASING i remember i wrote this scene because of how often i would reference a meme irl and people wouldn’t get it only for the exact same thing to happen here 💀 art imitates life i guess

this is the meme btw LMAO it circulated around a lot in 2019 kpoptwt i’m pretty sure?? i literally scoured the left side of the internet to find a reference for it but i couldn’t find the specific bts one that i saw but yeah this was the format

You don’t understand how often this thought crosses my mind whenever I’m on the phone or texting a girl I like, just the thought of her, comfortably in bed with all of her attention on me drives me insane.

THIS IS SO HWJHEJHEWJHSHW I’M LITERALLY PACING AROUND THE ROOM RN. you have no idea how much this commentary means to me like. reading/writing from the guy’s pov has always appealed to me in a fic because it’s fun, a little bit easier to envision than an oc that’s supposed to be all-around relatable, and a good writing exercise. 

when doing that i usually ask myself “is this how i would want to be thought of/treated by someone?”, which turns into “shit is this even realistic or am i just writing him how i personally would feel/act in that situation?” HAHA. but yeah you saying that got me embarrassed as hell i feel like drake 

Reading Maybe so takes me back to when I was younger, specifically when I was a teenager and how often I would get in my own head, trying to satisfy my family with how I was living life, who I surrounded myself with and how I would grow as a person.

thank you for saying that! literally that’s the time and headspace i was in when i was writing this, so that was kinda the goal. and also i totally agree with that thing you said about continuing to learn and grow. i like to think that i’ve grown past that mindset as well, but it really just ebbs and flows and the only thing we can do is improve what we can for the time being and that’s enough :)

all jokes aside, thank you so much for reading. first real review or not, i feel really lucky to be on the receiving end of such good commentary, and from a guy’s pov at that LMAO. i’m 100% sure that other writers on here would adore the sentiment just as much, so i hope you have fun with it!

#commitment to the bit ill give you that I GUESS #also btw im not ignoring your dms LOL i havent been home all day and i just compiled everything into a playlist and im listening rn :) #im like halfway through and so far the book lovers and the boy have been my favorites #ask #s169r66a #fic: maybe so #also mb i got rambly a lil bit HAHAHA #i love writing fic reviews but receiving them makes me want to curl up into a ball and freeze to death

[running-with-kn1ves]

Don’t worry about answering my asks late! The fact that you answered them, is it all matters to me, i’ll wait months such for one response 😁😅. I lowkey have a attachment to you, I’m always so happy when you post something or send me a response. Also happy 1000 followers!!! You deserve it, I honestly can’t see why you wouldn’t gain such a huge following :). I thought about going in depth with reader’s past, most specifically her experiences at the research facility. Now I thought making a new character and making a introduction to the boys father was needed. Not only to Flesh out reader’s backstory but to make more depth to readers character and goals. Also give a bit of explanation to many people’s question, “why didn’t she leave her children behind?”. So here’s Rodney. I felt like there had to be some outside force to push her to survival beyond a retaliation to her pack’s abandonment. He’s not the typically dead beat father. Being paired with him for breading and insemination. After everything, abandonment, stripes of rights and freedoms and force to breed and birth,all traumatic experiences. She’s still traumatized but with Rodney. Who not only took cared of her, like helping her through her heat, when she was pregnant, very attentive to her when she was giving birth and even after. He became her family. And she became his.His pack got killed,they took him in because unfortunately (his words not mine) he managed to survived, they liked that and took him in.They loved each other but in a more of a family way.he was able to keep her from shutting Heart completely.And together they planned an escaped with the other test subjects.But from the very beginning he knew it won’t be possible for all them to escape alive, so with a heartily exchanged “i know the boys will be in good hands, with a mother as stubborn and loving as you” “live for yourself” “I love you”,he sacrificed himself before they could get to her.Now with this heavy burden and guilt that he sacrificed himself in order for her to live fully but their children too.And wanting to respect his last dying wish, which became her wish as well.This couple (or more years) she’s been pushing.And after being their sole caregiver,she never expected herself to rely on others.Roy really had to conditioned her to (with lots of love and attention). When Roy asks about their father ( she nearly about to last out of being able to satisfy her urges and sedate her heat), he found her docile and out of mind attitude to be cute and rewarding.Learning things about her he knows he wouldn’t normally get out of her. Was just curious (figured Rodney to be a deadbeat), but instead “Rodney was a good man, I loved him” and then she rolls over and pasts out. But Roy is like wtf. “That’s not what I wanted to hear”.And starts skating her to explain, but she’s out. So he starts interrogating the boys, but of course his luck they don’t have any detailed memories beyond that seem more fever dreams than memories.But they do tell him what they mother tells them . Like for starters it’s a “big no no” to ask reader about. About the rare times she mentions him,she says stuff like “you know? You have your father’s eyes. Never seen any eyes that can hold that much kindness” after receiving a gift,maybe she’s receiving a foot rub and she goes “do you have any idea how much I had to carry when I was pregnant? I glad your father was there, he did always give the best foot rubs”, “oh this? Nooo I learned this from your father and now you’re learning it me”. Now Roy is basically panicking because he didn’t think a cold and ruthless (not really but if you’re not her kid basically yeah) woman could hold any love or have a soft spot. This man that he can’t find himself to take another breathe of air,can beat him from the grave.Won the heart of the woman that he’s still trying to win over.He’s having every yandere’s worse nightmare. How can he complete against a dead man?He has questions he wants answered, but after that fuck fest she been out for a couple of days……. There’s more but yeah:)what did you think?

Oh I'm glad! I'm very spotty when it comes to answering asks 😭. Awe thank you!! That makes me so happy :'00!!! and I never thought I'd reach a thousand, so this is really cool :')) thanks so much for looking at my stuff in the first place and conversing w me though, for real <33 !

And I agree; giving the reader a prominent reason as to why shes so caged off and her demeanor makes her a lot more relatable and depthy ~~ rodney seems like a perfect man: caring, doting, in tune with her needs. It makes sense as to why shed become stuck in her ways and incredibly independent after his sacrifice :(. I like how the reader kind of releases information about him bit by bit though;; it really stays in line with her personality, rarely mentioning him because of her hurt surrounding him and how she loved him.

I LOVE that roy feels this, almost invisible competition with him though. I mean you're right, how DO you compete with a dead man? Will he always be compared to rodney in the readers mind, or does he not even cut close to this seemingly amazing man? I could see him either getting more upset, or trying to step up his game after learning about rodney. People always tend to remember the better parts of their loved ones once they've passed, too, so all he can really compete with are the best memories she had with rodney. So while he may have won over the boys, the reader has shown to be much more difficult than he thought. Even with progress, there are so many more layers to peel back.

I think having her be in heat and completely wiped out is a good time to bring up rodney, since it shows that it's a moment of weakness for her and that she used to be supported by rodney during that time. I'd like to think that maybe this is the first time shes been supported by someone else while in heat since rodney👀. I wonder, I dont know how roy is going to be consoled or how his "rivalry" with rodney is going to end, unless the reader says something to him.

But I just really like this angsty dynamic between them!!

#you really dont see this kind of relationship all that often lol #kn1ves rants #knives rants #knives rant

[luv4kozume]

creeping — ೃ c. sturniolo

pairing. fwb!chris x fem!reader

synopsis. a story in which you can’t satisfy yourself the way chris does. you text him in the middle of the night and he’s more than happy to lend you a helping hand and more.

song. creeping by lil skies

contains. swearing, f!masturbation, pet names, sexting, teasing, begging, praise, choking if you squint, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), overstimulation, multiple f!orgasms, bondage, doggy, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, friends with benefits. semi-proof read!

word count. 2.8k

a/n. for my wifey @gamermattsgf 💝

11:55 P.M. ₊˚⊹

The moon’s dim light crept through the small cracks in the blinds, the white hue outlining each curve of yours.

Your broken whines and moans bounced off your bedroom walls as you were sprawled out with your legs spread.

There you were, wearing nothing but Chris’ pink, fresh love tee— the same one he had left over your apartment just the other day.

The subtle scent of his cologne still lingered on the fabric, only making your heart throb for more. Wishing that he was here to help you instead of having to do everything yourself.

Chris spoiled the fuck out of you whenever you were together. Showering you with praises, leaving gentle kisses from head to toe, being rough when you asked and even pulling multiple orgasms out of you.

Whatever you desired he was more than happy to provide, all you had to do was say the word.

However, you couldn’t help but feel just a tad bit guilty.

Although there was an agreement with the whole “remaining friends with a few perks” thing, you still felt awkward to blatantly ask him for sex.

You took it upon yourself to try to satisfy your needs alone, assuming that he was probably busy anyway. But truth be told, it was just so much better when he did it.

A frustrated sigh escaped past your lips as you dragged out both your fingers from your core, completely coated in your arousal.

One of Chris’ features that just so happened to be one of your favorites was his hands— more specifically his fingers.

His hands were large and rough, you absolutely loved the way they’d roam and grope all over you body; fondling your breasts, squeezing your ass, wrapping around your throat. You wanted it all.

But his fingers.. oh they were perfect. They were long and thick and he knew exactly how to use them.

Your heart raced as you reminisced of the last time Chris’ fingers had been inside you.

Hooking his fingers up to find that soft, spongey area just against your plush walls. Making sure to attack that spot with each thrust he made inside you, it was a guaranteed orgasm every time.

You had tried to duplicate the same feeling with yourself tonight, but nothing compared to Chris. Your fingers were shorter and slender, they didn’t feel nearly as good.

Your entire body ached for Chris, so much so that you nearly began crying over all the sexual frustration.

Your eyes flickered down at your phone, squinting a bit so that your eyes could adjust to the bright light shining against your face.

You stared at the profile picture of his contact, mentally debating if you should text or call him. One one hand you’d get to hear his voice, but on the other he would be able to sniff out the desperation in yours from a mile away.

You couldn’t handle the embarrassment and decided to text him instead.

You ; 12:08 A.M.

Heyy

Are you busy??

Chris ♡ ; 12:09 A.M.

Nooo

Why?? 👀

You ; 12:09 A.M.

I need you

Can you come over pls

Chris ♡ ; 12:11 A.M.

Baby it’s so late

Wish you would’ve said sum earlier

You ; 12:12 A.M.

Chris please

Yk I like it better when you do it :((

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Chris ♡ ; 12:14 A.M.

Omw 🫡

Chris ♡ shared his location with you.

ETA: 12:35 A.M.

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You rushed to the door after hearing the doorbell chime. The locks clicking as you twisted them and pulled open the front door towards you, being met by your best friend.

His hair was trapped in one of his white beanies, paired with a thick hoodie and his blue jeans.

“Missed me that bad? You never ran to do the door before.” Chris smirked, shutting the door behind himself.

Before you could give him an answer his arms snuck around your waist, lifting you up in the air.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he hugged you close, his hands grabbing a handful of your ass just underneath your top.

He smashed his lips into yours, wasting no time slithering his tongue inside. Your brows furrowed as you draped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the heated kiss.

The only thing keeping your pussy away from his dick was the soft denim of his jeans. You whimpered into the kiss when you felt the warmth of his bulge pressing up against you, throbbing with excitement to be reunited with you yet again.

Chris’ grip on your body grew tighter, making sure that you were completely secure before making his way towards your bedroom. Quickly pushing the door open with such force that it banged against the wall in the process.

You whined as he threw you onto the bed, looking up into his hungry eyes through your lashes. The warmth of his body heat mixed with yours as he hovered above you, his silver chain sparkled in the moonlight as it dangled just above your chin.

The same cologne from earlier filled the air, only stronger this time as it came straight from the source. It sent shivers down your spine as if he were putting you under some sort of spell.

“Chris—“ You yelped, feeling the warmth of his large hands sliding up your shirt. Navigating their way up to your braless chest, wasting no time groping the plush skin of your tits.

You spread your legs further apart, allowing him to cradle himself towards to you. His entire weight pressed all over your body had you overwhelmed with desire, you couldn’t wait for him to pounding inside you next.

He left a trail of soft kisses along the nape of your neck, knowing how squirmy you’d get whenever he teased the sensitive bit of skin.

Your breathing only got heavier and faster as he began to slowly suck on the same area, a tingling sensation built up all throughout your body.

He moaned against your smooth skin, loving all the noises that fell from your pretty lips.

Your bottom lip poked out, giving him a slight pout when he finally unlatched. You had a burning sensation down below that could only be satisfied by this man and of course he had to draw out the process.

Although, it wouldn’t be very much like Chris if he hadn’t.

His fingers wrapped around your throat, forcing your neck up so that your eyes flickered up to stare deep into his lustful gaze.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He spoke, his voice low and raspy.

Your eyes shied away from his, mortified to give him the satisfaction that you were all pent up because you wanted— no needed, his fingers buried so deep inside you that you’d see stars.

“Use you words.” Chris whispered softly as he gently moved you so that your eyes were back on his. “You weren’t so shy in that photo.”

Your ears grew hot with embarrassment, remembering how you were touching yourself in the picture you had sent. Whenever you would get like this all your common sense fled from your body, all that you could think about was Chris.

His body, his voice, his eyes, his hands, his arms, his dick. Just everything about him.

He never left your mind from the moment he brought up the suggestion of being friends with benefits on a random Tuesday afternoon.

But the both of you knew that he would only drag out this situation much longer than needed if you didn’t just go ahead and tell him what he wanted to hear— no matter how embarrassing it was. You unfortunately had to learn that the hard way.

“I just need you.” You whined. “I tried touching myself and… you just do it better. Please.”

The brunette’s lips curled up in a smug smirk, deeply satisfied with your sweet little cries; you were on the brink of tears, wallowing in frustration because how much you craved his touch. It only fueled his ego.

He released your throat, gently swaying his hand down below past your belly. His fingers brushing along the plush inside of your thighs before finally bring the pads of his finger tips against your swollen clit.

Your breath hitched, feeling him circle the soft bundle of nerves.

“Oh baby, you’re already so wet.” Chris muttered, feeling the warmth of your juices trickle onto his fingers. Soaking up all the lewd sounds your pussy made as it squelched with every move he made. “It’s all for me?”

“Fuck.” You whined, tossing your head back. “I need more.”

“More?” He teased. “Gotta be more specific.”

“Chris, please!” You mewled, not wanting to form the humiliating sentence.

“Something like—“ Chris began to whisper, as he slipped both of his fingers past your entrance. You gasped as your back slightly arched up from the bed, a spew of broken whimpers poured out from you. “—this?”

“Yes.” You finally responded in a husky breath, bringing your head back down to watch his fingers slide in and out of you slowly.

Your moist, plush walls closed in on his fingers, hugging around them tightly as he continued pumping them inside you at a generous pace. Your pussy fluttered with excited— ecstatic to finally receive what you’ve been longing for all this time.

“You hear that? Your pussy’s so wet, and it’s all for me, huh?” Chris cooed with a slight slur in his speech, referring to the loud squelching coming from down below. “Can’t wait to fill it up.”

You were too lost in your own pleasure to shy away from his comment. It wasn’t long before he hooked his fingers up towards your g-spot, making sure to hit the spongey area with each thrust.

“Chris!” You screamed, your legs trembling around him as you squirted; completely drenching his hand and wrist in the process.

Your chest heaved rapidly as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Already?” Chris chuckled, dragging his fingers out from your heat. Usually it would take longer for you to finish, clearly he underestimated your perseverance this time around.

“I’m sorry.” You sighed, “I didn’t mean to, I just—“

“Shh. It’s okay.” He replied. You watched him with hooded eyes as he lowered himself right in between your legs.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him inch closer and closer towards your now sensitive cunt. Surely he wasn’t going to go right back in before giving you a proper break. Right?

“So beautiful.” Chris sighed against your flesh as he peppered warm kisses along the inside of your thighs. His words slightly slurring together as if he were getting drunken off your figure. “My pretty girl.”

Your fingers timidly grabbed onto his beanie, slowly pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor. His brown locks falling in every which way over his forehead and ears.

You combed through his hair, brushing a few strands away from his face so that you could get a better view of him.

His cheeks were flushed a rosy red hue as he finally made contact with your pussy, bringing his hand down to gently spread your lips open with just two of his fingers.

You winced, feeling the cool air brush against you.

Without hesitation, Chris flattened his tongue against your puffy clit. Never breaking eye contact with you as he slurped and swirled it against your sopping went cunt.

“Oh my fucking God— Shit!” You cried. His stubble brushing against your smooth skin as you accidentally smushed his face in between your thighs.

He groaned into your core as the grip you had in his hair tightened by the second.

Your back arched off the mattress yet again, completely taken away by pleasure. Your whole body felt as if you were being electrocuted but in the best way possible. Your sensitivity was heightened to the max and every move Chris made was heavenly.

Perhaps a bit too heavenly.

“Chris! I can’t take it!” You pleaded, giving your best attempt to push his head away. But he persevered, remaining latched to you like a parasite who’s soul purpose was to suck the life out of you.

It wasn’t long before Chris got fed up with your whines and pushes, finally pulling away and giving you a rest.

Your breath hitched as you watched him rise up to his knees, looking down at you pathetically as he the buckle of his belt clinked in his fingers. He quickly slid it off through the belt loops of his jeans.

“Give me your wrists.” He spoke, his tone gentle yet firm.

Without question you offered him your shaky wrists. Your bottom lip protruded back out giving him a slutty pout and pleading eyes as you watched him tighten his brown, leather belt around your dainty wrists.

“Is this too tight?” He asks, looping his finger inside to test for himself.

“No.” You reply in a husky breath.

“Good.” Chris cooed, “That should keep you from pushing me away again, right?”

Your heart raced and your eyes widened. No way you could last another round of that. You had barley lasted the few moments prior.

He couldn’t help but laugh to himself at the sweet expression written all over your face.

“I know you’ll be good for me.” He reassured, running his hands along your hips and waist. “Ass up.”

You whimpered in response, propping yourself up by your knees and elbows. Chris’ pink tee draped over your skin, exposing a bit of your breasts down below.

Your hips bucked towards the bed, your legs felt as if they were about to give out as you felt kisses being pressed into your ass and thighs.

You shuddered underneath his touch, the palms of his hands resting at the back of both your thighs, giving your pussy a quick peck before finally pulling away.

You blinked away a few straggly tears as you heard the zipper sliding down from his pants and the rustling of them hitting the floor.

His dick sprung out of his boxers as he pulled them down past his ankles. His breath hitched when he squeezed his hand around the base of his length, slapping it against your ass.

You rocked your hips against him, moving in way so that his tip brushed against your clit. You whined in response, still being so sensitive from before.

“So sweet.” Chris huffed out, one hand grabbing onto your hip and the other remained on his member as he flicked the tip up towards your entrance. “Are you ready, ma?”

“Yeah.” You whimpered, screwing your eyes shut.

Your broken moans bounced off the walls as Chris sank his dick into your pussy. Your walls clamped down on him as he continued to push his way deeper inside, slowly giving you inch by inch.

Your body moved in waves as you adjusted to his size, whining at how he twitched inside you— a telltale sign that you weren’t the only one who wasn’t going to be lasting much longer.

“Fuck— You feel amazing around me, baby. Squeezing so tight.” Chris grunted, his finger tips digging deeper into the soft handles of your hips.

You hands curled up into two tight firsts as you felt Chris crash his hips into yours, fully pressing himself balls deep inside you.

Your walls fluttered already his cock, sending a tingling sensation all throughout his body.

Chris continued feeding you with sweet praises, a few “Good girl.” ’s and a couple “I know you have another one in you. Come on, give it to me.” ’s there, as he slowly dragged out his member only to rut back into you at a quick pace.

His hands snuck under your belly and up towards your chest to catch your tits in his hands. Smirking at the way they’d bounce each time he pounded into you. Your legs trembled as he continued fucking into you, knowing for a fact you were going to be sore in the morning after all this.

Your pussy throbbed at the low groans that spewed out from the brunette. His hands traveled up to cup your hips, using them as handles to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

“Chris!” You wailed, warm tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “Gonna cum again!”

“Yeah? Go ahead ma, let go for me.” Chris panted, his thrusts growing sloppier by the second. “Want that shit all over my dick, give it to me.”

The sounds of Chris’ hips colliding into yours filled the room. Along with your series of broken moans and his animalistic grunts.

Your pussy squelched loudly; completely drenching his cock in your sweet arousal. Your body felt as if had been set on fire, your core going numb with all the pleasure Chris gave you.

It was only a matter of seconds until your body curled in towards the mattress, releasing more of your delicious juices onto the bedsheets.

“Gonna give you all my cum.” Chris muttered as he fucked you through your orgasm.

There were no more moans left to give, you hiccuped and gasped with each thrust he gave you, relentlessly pounding into you.

And you loved every bit of it.

Your walls closed in on his member once more before he finally shot his warm, thick load inside. He crashed hips back into you one last time before finally dragging himself out from you.

You let out a deep, shaky sigh of satisfaction followed by a faint giggle as Chris gave your ass a quick smack; watching his seed pour out from your pussy.

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Thoughts on Undertale - 01/12/22

I was 15 when Undertale was released into the world. An RPG by the now-legendary Toby Fox that promises you the ability to complete the game without hurting a fly. Or a frog. Or any monster living in The Underground. I’ll admit to putting hundreds of hours into my various Pokémon save files throughout my childhood, and even more after Undertale’s release. Honestly that’s about as much RPG experience as I’d had until that point, but it still made Undertale’s message resonate with me quite a lot.

In Undertale, you do not need to hurt anyone. You’re initially encouraged to talk to your foe when thrust into a familiar-looking battle screen, and if you play it like I did, you never even click on the ‘Fight’ button. This is just an encouragement, however, you can slaughter to your heart’s content - and this is definitely a slaughter. Whenever I play video games, especially those that rely on player choices, I just can’t be mean! I stand my case and try to be fair in any judgements, but being actively mean genuinely makes me feel sick. 

I do find the way Toby presented Undertale’s mechanics extremely interesting, though. In Pokémon, for example, you don’t cause any death per se, the Pokémon faint. You can revive them easily enough, and this is just part of the world! I know in other RPG’s that this isn’t given much thought, the creatures, good or bad, don’t have much of an aftereffect when their health bar drops to zero. Your choices in Undertale are baked into the game’s code, with no real way to escape them. This isn’t explicitly stated, but does make for some pretty funny reactions when people realise they’re not going to be so easily forgiven for going back on a mistake. 

As an example, you meet a character called Flowey when you first start. He is, unsurprisingly, a flower. He beckons you, promising to explain how things work. Instead, he tries to kill you, and berates you for being so trusting. Luckily, you’re quickly rescued by the kind pseudo-goat lady, Toriel (her name being a pun on tutorial). From the very beginning Toby is telling the player to not get too comfortable with the game, their expectations solidified by previous games will serve them little purpose here. At the end of the first chapter, you are forced into a fight with Toriel, who doesn’t wish for you to leave the ruins she calls home in an attempt to spare your life from the horrors to come. Talking to her won’t work, despite that being all she told you to do to everyone else you encountered thus far. If you decide to fight her and succeed, she stays dead. She can be spared and will let you go, so long as you promise to never return. When you leave the ruins, Flowey appears again, berating you further, based on your choices up to that point.

Something interesting happens if you kill Toriel, but reload a save and choose to spare her.

Flowey remembers what you’ve done, and calls you out on it. 

While this never happened to me, because I refused to fight Toriel, I’ve seen plenty of videos of other players reacting to this, and honestly the reactions are priceless. It really does shake people to their core when something - saving - which we all think of as a typical game mechanic - is used against us and remembered. As dramatic as it sounds, it’s a bit chilling! The whole game is like this, in various ways, and there’s a lot of different endings between the two extremes. No matter what road you go down, all of this is built upon very nicely, although how satisfying it is depends on how much mercy you show to those you meet. 

In an interview with NPR, Toby Fox said how originally, the player had to kill Toriel to progress, but this was quickly changed. He also describes the game Shin Megami Tensei as an inspiration, specifically in terms of ‘pacifism’ within the game's mechanics and narrative. This led to the battle system of the game being the foundation of the story and themes. While some may think Undertale’s message is pretty black and white, I really like it since it’s playing to people’s expectations of how mechanics in RPGs work. It makes you more aware of your actions and thoughtful in your approach. Of course I don’t think anyone who plays these games is a ruthless killer, but Toby was able to very cleverly subvert the expectations of millions, which in turn has led to an explosion of fan-generated works, from fanfiction to fangames.

Irish Youtuber John Walsh, mostly known from his channel ‘Super Eyepatch Wolf’ released a video at the end of 2020 titled ‘What the Internet did to Undertale’ - describing how from the release of the game, fanworks simply exploded, to a point where they were almost indistinguishable from what they originated from. Despite mentioning Toby Fox’s fears about how big Undertale got, nowhere in the video does Walsh bemoan or demean those who’ve taken Undertale and made it their own. Especially as a lot of these creatives are, or were children when they started. This ties back to something I mentioned in my previous post, about using preestablished tropes, themes or media to build upon, like a creative scaffolding. Undertale really is a perfect example of this. While some call it cringey, if it wasn’t for Toby’s initial desire to subvert, a lot of people wouldn’t have developed themselves creatively! I almost feel like it answers my question pretty perfectly.

I often feel bad about relying on other people or things to use as a catalyst for my creativity, and I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever be able to make something on my own. Maybe not literally, but something that is mine - I think I can do this with my project I’m set to start next year, although ADHD-induced time blindness makes it a shaky concept to perceive. Thinking about how much Undertale gave in itself, and inspired in others makes me feel a bit better about what inspires me most days.

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