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haunted-headset · 4 months

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📱 Going Postal At The Party 📱

summary: Wilbur thinks you're cheating on him at a party. Turns out he was very wrong.

a/n: this was based off of either a Chris or Matt Sturniolo fic that I read that I can't remember the name of, if any of you know what this fic is, plz lemme know!

contains: cursing, angst with a happy ending, flirting, crying, texts, use of Y/N, pet names, jealousy, Wilbur's a bit of a dick, mentions of bad exes & thought of cheating (let me know if i missed anything!!

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You had dragged Wilbur to a house party your friend invited you to. You could tell he didn't want to, mainly due to the fact that his mind would be plagued by the idea of other people hitting on you or trying to get with you. It also didn't help that you looked drop-dead gorgeous; you had a white button-up shirt tucked into short, tight denim shorts with a black tie & fishnets; truly a sight for sore eyes.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks, okay?" you said to Wilbur, who had his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Alright, love. Be careful. & come back quickly," he told you, kissing your forehead. You smiled & left for the bar. You told the bartender the drinks you wanted & you sat on one of the sticky stools, waiting for your drinks to be prepared.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" a cheerful voice said from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Claude, an old coworker back when you used to work at the coffee shop across the street from your shared apartment with Wilbur. "It's been forever, girl!"

"Claudy!" you said happily, giving him a hug. "It's been ages! How's life been?"

"I got engaged!" he said, showing you the ring on his finger. You gasped & clapped happily, holding his hand to examine the ring. "He's such a good guy. His name's James, 6'4, plays the drums, & he loves cats & rain."

"Sounds like a Wattpad dream man," you teased. He playfully swatted your arm with a laugh.

"How's your relationship with Wilbur been?" he asked. "Last time I remember, you were head over heels for him, right?"

"He's the best," you said dreamily. "He's such a gentleman, & he's so good to me."

"That's good!" he said, his hand now resting on your arm. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N. You deserve him. & this is a reward for having to put up with shitty exes."

"Oh my God, you're so right," you said, resting your hand on his arm, too. "Remember Jared?"

"Oh. My. Days," he sighed. "Such a dickhead. Girl, I have no idea how you survived being in a relationship with him. Give me some of your patience right now."

You laughed & were about to say something when you felt your phone buzz. "It's probably from Wil," you told Claude. You opened up the text.

Your heart started to beat out of your chest. Did he actually think you were cheating on him?

"You okay?" Claude asked. You didn't respond.

Claude had seen the texts & let you leave without a word. You walked outside & it was pouring rain, which meant you had to stand in the rain for at least five minutes until your ride came. Great.

When the Uber finally arrived, you were shivering & dripping with rainwater & the smell of petrichor hung on your skin, & you got into the car as you tried your hardest not to cry.

"How's your night been?" the Uber driver asked.

"It's been alright!" you lied, putting on a fake happy tone. "How about you?"

"Eh, not too bad," she said. "My girlfriend didn't want me to take any drives tonight because of how rainy it is." She laughed slightly. "She's always so worried for me." You laughed in return & you two didn't say anything for the rest of the night.

When she pulled up to the house, she politely bid you adieu & made sure you got to the door before driving off. You opened the door to the apartment & looked around. He wasn't in the kitchen or in the living room. Maybe he hadn't gotten home yet. You took off your shoes & left your bag on the kitchen counter as you trudged upstairs.

"Darling!" Wilbur sprang up from the bed when you entered the bedroom. He immediately dropped to his knees & kissed the backs of your hands, the palms, the knuckles, & the wrists while telling you how wildly sorry he was.

"What's on the bed?" you asked, looking over at the bed, covered in objects.

"Your favorites," he told you, standing up. "Snacks, candy, drinks, & your favorite flavor of ice cream. I also got you those new slippers you had wanted the other day when we were at Target, a blanket, & a few stuffed animals, too. There's a cat, a Pompompurin,--I'm pretty sure he's your favorite Sanrio character, but, if I was wrong, I got you a Keroppi plush, too, & a My Melody one--& a green dinosaur that looks like Dino from that one game you like...what was it called? Oh, yeah, Like A Dino. I also restocked your skincare stuff & your hair stuff, since you told me you were running out."

Without even realizing it, you started crying. You brought a hand up to your mouth to hide the expression you were making when you cried.

"Did I do something wrong, baby?" asked Wilbur, kissing your hairline & your forehead repeatedly. "Why're you crying?"

"I-I just--I got so mad at you over text & you still got all of this for me," you hiccupped.

"You had every right to be mad at me, my moon," he whispered, removing your hand away from your mouth to press a light kiss to your lips. "I was a bitch & I was being so rude to you, & you didn't deserve that." Without warning, he picked you up bridal-style, causing you to yelp & immediately wrap your arms around his neck.

"C'mon, sweet baby. Pick a movie & let's go cuddle."

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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the news outlets call you bakumama :(( whole world is excited to see dynamight’s first baby, speculating who it’ll look like more, if it’s a girl or boy— some even think it’s twins !!

they snap pictures of bakugou waiting outside the hospital to catch a breather— cap pulled over his blonde mullet, his handsome face concealed by a black mask that he pulls down for a smoke to calm his nerves (even though you’d kill him if you found out). twitter starts trending with the hashtag ‘dynababies are on the way’, the whole internet raging with excitement and support for their favourite pro hero.

all of his social media accounts go dead silent for eleven and a half hours, while the internet waits buzzing with excitement and then— a photo is tweeted out from katsuki’s official account of two of his rough fingers in the grips of two tiny, pruned baby hands. ‘welcome to the world, bakubrats.’ is the caption, a couple of play on words to the hashtags bakugou’s fans have trending about you.

there aren’t many updates for a few months, dynamight taking leave to focus on his family— which were the words the PR team used instead of “fuck off, my kids are fuckin’ sleepin’. don’t call me again ‘till they’re doing’ it on their own.” but eventually you sneak little pictures of the twins sitting up for the first time, crawling after daddy and wearing deku! or red riot merch! with bright smiles and screaming their little blonde haired or red eyed heads off when they’re put into dynamight’s colours.

sometimes there’s videos you’ve snuck of the twins trying to teeth on katsuki’s fingers or biting at his nipples— but there’s more wholesome moments of their naps together, little fingers intertwined and the twins cheering for their daddy on the TV as he dedicates a successful villain battle to ‘my freakin’ brats back home. my beautiful wife too.” and you smile when he remembers to censor the curse words, nearly cry when the babies gargle and clap for daddy even more.

katsuki finally shows you all off to the world at a hero gala that just so happens to fall on the twins’ birthday— you’re all dressed up in katsuki’s colours, your baby boy and baby girl finally calm enough to do the same and he wraps one arm around you, head buried in your hair for pictures as he kisses your forehead and the twins squeal at the cameras.

“bakufamily, meet the world. the world meet my fuckin universe.” he says with such a smug grin, you can see the crows feet at the corners of his eyes and the spitting image of his children all over his face.

“katsuki! don’t curse in front of the twins!”

#tteokdoroki #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabbles #bakugou scenario #i love him okay #🗑. aali’s chatroom

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hungriestheidi · 1 month

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lesbian sebchal teammates for the au!!

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it <3

something happened to me while writing this (it shook me to my core because i want to write this one so badly). anyway, implied/referenced sex lol

“What does it mean to you to be Sebastian’s teammate?”

Charles looks across the couch, Sebastian’s gaze is focused on her. She’s so beautiful, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, ruddy cheeks, plush peach coloured lips. Charles takes a deep breath.

It’s easy to be starstruck in her presence. A trailblazer, the only woman to win a championship in Formula 1 and she did it times four and in a row. She is a force, a forest fire overtaking a house made of timber, she’s a hurricane and the storm at sea, and the call of the void, and the gaze of sirens and the poster Charles hung in her bedroom as a teenager, zealot tifosa overcome by the appreciation for this fierce woman in blue with a raging red bull stuck to her heart.

In many ways, she’s everything Charles isn’t. Rowdy, defiant, refusing to be subdued by PR and agendas. She walks into the UAE bearing a pride flag pin on her backpack and skechers branded with rainbows, walks into Hungary and holds her ground when people question her upholding these beliefs of equality. She is a stronghold, a menace, a PR nightmare, a scandal waiting to happen, a hotel room door taunting her from across the hall, a beer shared in the factory after they were done with testing in Fiorano and the car was fast, was responsive, was reliable.

Sebastian is everything Charles isn’t, flirty and a bit crass at times, makes jokes about tits and balls and sex like it’s no one’s business. She works hard to get Charles out of her shell, asks her about her karting accolades, tells her she followed her F2 season closely, said to the guys in Maranello ‘she’s the real deal’.

Charles had been a rosso corsa shade of red when Sebastian put a hand on the small of her back and said ‘you’ll blow them all away’ a year ago, when she took the Alfa Romeo seat hoping Ferrari would pick her up sometime in the future.

The blue in her eyes is so piercing, it pits you against your own sanity, do you avoid her gaze or do you keep letting it lure in into deep, uncertain waters? Sebastian had whispered in her ear, how Charles shone so bright in red, back in the party to wave goodbye to Kimi from Maranello. Charles had blushed the same shade of his midi dress, spread her legs gently when Sebastian pushed a thigh in between her knees, crowding her behind the closed door of some office deep in Gestione Sportiva. Sebastian wore a suit and a blazer, all black with the Ferrari logo like a brand over her heart.

Sebastian smiles at her, crows feet around her eyes deepening ever so slightly. She smiles in that gentle way it exudes of the care and affection she holds for this new teammate of hers, the one that could take her from the pedestal Ferrari had put her on in 2015. She smiles and she is exhausted, Charles can tell everything has taken a toll on her, the whispering of vicious voices around Maranello, la predestinata and so on.

But she’s beautiful like a dream and stubborn like the bull that gave her wings. She’s Sebastian and she is perfect and Charles is endlessly lost in her.

“It means a lot,” she ends up saying, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “I can learn a lot from her, for sure.”

#lourdes tag #fic asks #sebchal #lesbian sebchal at that!!!!

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doberbutts · 2 months

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genuine question coming from a place of good faith: is it wrong of me to be scared for transmascs right now? the harassment of transfems by both radfems and now even tumblr staff is fucking horrendous, but im terrified that due to so much recent discourse, people are going to blame transmascs for it and hate us even more than they already do.

i genuinely do care about transfems and it’s utterly ghoulish what’s going on right now, and it needs to stop, but I can’t help but get this awful sinking feeling over how it could affect transmascs by proxy — but I’m not sure if that’s wrong of me? is it wrong to worry about, should I be focusing entirely on transfems right now? is it transmisogynistic of me to be concerned about both of these things instead of just the one? I don’t know if what I’m feeling is wrong and it’s stressing me out so badly :(

I don't think it's ever wrong to be concerned about multiple real problems at once.

I have stayed pretty quiet on this situation, mostly just adding stuff to my queue if I agree with it but not weighing in personally. Mainly the reason is that I genuinely don't know anything about the trans woman in question who all of this fuss is for. But, I have seen other trans blogs get nuked for seemingly flimsy reasons, and I have seen self-professed terfs and radfems crowing victory with the latest victims of their mass-reporting.

And I think this is a bit of a PR nightmare, but I also think this site does have a serious harassment problem the staff does not take nearly seriously enough while it also seems to punish in equal amounts blogs that get harassed AND blogs that were literally just minding their own business, with really the main similarities being that they are blogs owned by people belonging to seriously marginalized and at-risk demographics talking about controversial topics like racism and LGBT politics.

It is really quite frustrating that there are now accusations that trans mascs talking about their own oppression are behind this, when not only is there no proof behind the claim but also even without a lot of direct knowledge I am seeing a certain demographic cheering that their mass reports worked and I gotta say, that demographic largely isn't trans mascs.

I also think there is a lot of hypocrisy floating around, because some of these blogs I'm seeing mad about this latest streak of bans are also people who themselves have advocated for harassing others and mass-reporting others who simply fail the vibe check while just existing as themselves, off this website. And while those users don't have the power of the literal CEO, they're failing to see how they've contributed to the problem of this website's user culture of "send the most vile thing you can think of en mass until they break and leave and good riddance".

I say this as someone who also has been harassed by a band of people wanting to chase me off of this website. It is why I don't interact much with dogblr anymore. I have had several people who joined in that dog pile later approach me and apologize, but the damage is still done and I am not interested in engaging with a "community" so willing to tear someone apart on flimsy accusations that weren't even true. I almost killed myself that night, I had a mental break and turned off my blog completely for several days just to make it stop, and returned to see people similarly crowing with delight that they'd successfully run me off. It's happened to me, and the perpetrators were almost entirely white cisgender women, and I have been very reliably told by multiple other people that both my blackness and my transgender status were significant motivators in their poor behavior.

This also happening in the wake of yet another transgender teen killed by their peers has left me simply mentally and physically exhausted. I began involving myself more in the transgender community on here because I wanted this to stop. I wanted to help uplift my siblings and get them out of the pit before the whole thing caved in. It's feeling very hopeless right now for trans kids around the world and in the mean time it's also apparently my fault a trans woman I don't even know got banned I guess..

In any case. Hold your head up. We'll get through this, somehow. We always have. We always will.

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uselessheretic · 1 year

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but also bouncing off of this with ed, racialized masculinity, and rage (and i'm using that term specifically and for a reason) one of the other parts i think is fascinating is the way that rage is dangerous. not to an individual but to the oppressive structures surrounding us.

moc and anger is something that has always been policed and their image in media has to be crafted to fit a specific ideal. i'm taking a look at this through the lens of a biracial african-american, but if you look at the history of how black men are depicted in media you see a stark change occur upon the abolition of slavery. during slavery, the image of enslaved people that was promoted were those of a happy and content group of people. they were infantalized and portrayed as child-like and mentally deficient. you can see gone with the wind as an example of "the happy slave" myth. there's a great teen vogue article you can read if you wanna see more about the myth and how it relates to current pop culture. you can also read more about caricatures and the way they're still normalized currently with mascots of aunt jemima and uncle ben in this op-ed. but like all caricatures, they serve a purpose and fulfill a need of white supremacy. when it came to the happy slave, it was to push the idea that black people were content in slavery, that slavery was a civilizing process that was actually white people helping them, and that the only kind of work black people were capable of is physical labor, that any other kind would make them unhappy.

you can see similarities actually with the way māori men are spoken about and locating their use to physicality. when māori schools (in traditional western sense) were first opened, māori students scored just as well as the european lead schools. white people actually literally forced them to change their curriculum to be labor based completely because anything else was thought of as too complex for their simple minds or some bullshit like that. there's a great paper by brendan hokowhitu "The Death of Koro Paka: “Traditional” Mäori Patriarchy" that goes in depth about the white supremacist fetishization of māori physical labor.

in the same way that māori school curriculums were changed, the happy slave myth was a way for white supremacy to maintain a status quo that naturalized using poc for hard labor while patting themselves on the back for doing them a favor. for a long period of time in america, black rage and anger was erased. it was hidden from white eyes to shield them from having to face the reality of their brutalization. this is why frederick douglass was so revolutionary, btw. he pulled back the curtain on the myth, showing these caricatures as the shadow puppets they were, forcing white people to look at the brutality they were inflicting on real human beings.

the abolition of slavery changed this image. it's like it underwent a PR campaign overnight (which it kinda did) where suddenly pictures of slaves singing with huge grins were replaced with the image of animalistic, out of control, absolutely furious black men. part of this was from a white paranoia projecting their anxiety that black people will come at them for revenge from slavery. but the main reason for this was because of a caveat in abolition that still allowed slavery in the case of incarceration. (the 13th is a documentary on netflix that goes in depth on this!) you can't say that you're enslaving people because they like it and it makes them happy anymore, so what do you do? you change that narrative. it's not to keep them safe, it's to keep you safe especially your women safe. jim crow laws are rolled out, black men in the south are either incarcerated or lynched (the great migration from the south was fleeing white terrorism!) the myth of the angry, violent, savage negro takes form.

the point i'm making related to ed, beyond the history lesson, is related to that idea of white fear of moc's anger. when we talk about the anger of moc, we don't erase it. that's already happened before, and it was used against us. instead we lean into the idea of what makes white people so fucking shook at the idea of an angry moc.

a huge part of this that i think is very relevant to ed is the need for the state to control him. piracy is disruptive as fuck. a huge portion of pirates were ex-navy who left because they no longer wanted to put up with how fucking shitty the navy is to their men (no, it wasn't for radical reasons 😭) piracy also had a large amount of black people fleeing slavery too! one of the reasons black pirates were so scared of capture was because unlike their white counterparts, they wouldn't be hanged, they'd be brought to plantations. if you want to read an interesting article about piracy and race i'd suggest this one! it's untrue to say that piracy was an aracial utopia, but the history of it is complex and fascinating. (fun fact, blackbeard actually gets cited sometimes as one of the pirate ships that were a lot more equitable with race where the famous pirate black ceasar served upon his ship. this does not mean blackbeard wasn't horrifically racist. he still sold slaves and raped black women. do not mistake this for him being an antiracist legend)

pirates were able to operate outside of state control and this was terrifying. at times, they would work with the navy, also a fun fact. hornigold is famous for attacking spanish ships and leaving the british ones alone, meaning england just kinda looked the other way lmao.

but for ed (the character) i think this is what grants blackbeard so much power in a way that just plain old edward teach would never be able to harness. all the way up the chain, blackbeard is feared, and blackbeard is respected. the mere chance that blackbeard would be willing to take an act of grace and concede that power to the king is so lucrative that even an admirals subordinates are willing to go against him for it. to have blackbeard under english control is the greatest propaganda anyone could've offered them.

i think i said this yesterday, but as a powerless child being told that he can't have fine things, that's just how it is, it can feel like your only two options are either anger or despair. ed chose anger, and by doing so, ed chose survival. he can despair over his surroundings or he can get angry, say fuck this, join a pirate ship, and go ham. he can despair over his mother's abuse, or he can get angry. angry that she's treated like this. angry that his father is so cruel. angry that there is nobody who is willing to help them. angry enough to kill your father. not because ed is, at his core, a violent person, but because, at his core, he's a loving one who will kill off a part of himself if it means keeping his mother safe. ("when you kill, you die as well.")

and not just anger, but rage? it's powerful. it's the natural conclusion for having even the slightest awareness of your circumstances as a moc, and it's in the states best interests to quell that as much as possible. not to be like "malcolm x said" but also malcolm x said "Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change." and i think there's something to that with ed, where he's trying to change the circumstances of his life to no longer be a nobody. that anger has served him well over the last few decades, his path has scorched a legacy, but it's also burned him out on the way. something stede offers to him alongside retirement is the possibility that he may be able to let that go. doesn't have to hold onto that anger anymore and wield it like a weapon. maybe love can be enough?

and in this case, it doesn't work out for him. there's many reasons why, but a big one is that ed hasn't yet done the introspection necessary to move forward. he struggles with acknowledging his past (he frequently forgets his acts of cruelty) and although he may be ready to let that go, it's not so easy. it clings to him. also why i think izzy's role is so important and not just black and white villainy. what he and izzy had worked. for decades it served them both well. but now it doesn't anymore and ed wants to let that go, but it isn't that easy to sweep it under the rug and pretend it never happened. izzy is his reminder of that, good and bad.

i mentioned malcolm x earlier, and it feels worth it to bring up how much a disservice history does to his legacy where he's painted as angry with no other nuance. they called him the angriest negro in america. there's also a fascinating legacy within the black male community of attempting to claim him for black masculinity at the expense of others, but malcolm x was also a loving husband and father, and a huge proponent for self-love. his love was complex, and it was only after he began to start making connections globally and start advocating for a more nuanced approach of black radical politics that he was assassinated.

ed is angry, and in that anger is power, but it's also exhausting. he wasn't wrong that love and vulnerability is something that will heal him, but he also hadn't yet done the work of examining his own internalized self-hatred, despair, loneliness, and anger. he's not going to have a fairytale ending where stede swoops in and rescues him from the evils of piracy, but will need to dig deeper into his emotional roots and connect with that same complexity of love that figures like malcolm x embodied.

this will probably look different for ed though since there are māori practices specific to that self journey of healing. Te Whare Tapa Whā is a model of health and wellbeing that takes a holistic māori and indigenous approach to health that positions five tenets as necessary for one's health.

i don't feel like i can do it justice summarizing it since it's focused on five culture specific concepts, but here's a neat link!

this is something i try to keep in mind when writing ed and his healing. even if i'm not naming the model specifically, i think it's great to check back in on "is ed getting these five needs?"

i would highly recommend reading more about māori approaches to mental and physical health where the trauma of colonization is something that is brought to the forefront of needing to be addressed to heal. not only that, but how strong a backlash this receives from white groups because acknowledging that pain and history is dangerous to white supremacy.

but ed's relationship to emotion is something i really love about the show. rage and anger threatens the control of the british empire. it wreaks havoc across the seas and makes a mockery of their power. with ed though, when he's able to take control over the navy and for a brief moment becomes the most powerful person on that naval ship, is the act of grace. an action born from his love of another person. it feels so? hopeful and kind. and it wouldn't hit as hard if there weren't those moments of pain. after all, ed's desire for softness becomes all the more meaningful when we know he's use to only being treated roughly. that contrast is what keeps us feeling.

#edward teach #ofmd meta #yes i am salty and including a bunch of sources bc of that lol #long post

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kentoberry · 1 year

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MORE THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR !

⭒— SUMMARY : you win a backstage pass to see your favorite band live, and their bassist takes a liking to you.

⭒— CAST : bassist ! kujou sara & sub fem reader.

⭒— CONTENT : [ 18+ content ; minors do not interact ] · f1ngering, semi-public, spit, biting, slight power dynamics, hair pulling, gagging, finger sucking, begging, mentions of squ-rting and multiple orga$ms, overstimulation.

when your favorite band announced that they were touring in your city, it was a no-brainer that you bought tickets the moment that they released. however, your excitement only grew when you got a notification that there would be a lottery amongst all ticket holders where a lucky winner would receive a backstage pass and get to meet the members.

of course, your mind wandered to how cool it would be to win, but in reality you knew that it was unlikely. thousands of tickets had been sold, so you understood how low your chances were. thus when you received the email notification informing you that you were the lucky winner, you initially assumed that it was a scam. it took double checking the address of the sender and cross referencing the band’s socials for when the winner would be notified to realize that (oh shit) you were actually going to meet them.

crowfeather kaburaya weren’t a band of extreme fame, though you adored them nonetheless. ever since hearing a track of theirs in some random spotify playlist, you’d fallen in love. the bassist in particular caught your eye, a tall, dark haired woman by the name of sara kujou. you fawned over her in the same manner that a teenage girl would worship the heartthrob of their favorite boy band, albeit secretly. perhaps some would find it creepy the amount of images that you’d saved of the woman, though you would never go out of your way to do anything perverted. generally, it was nothing more than a harmless celebrity crush.

however now, you’d be meeting the aforementioned crush. the week leading up to the event was spent fretting over which outfit you should pick, how you should style your hair, and what makeup would look best; you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your favorite band. wrapped up in overthinking, the days went by rather fast. your heart pounded in your chest as you arrived at the venue, following the instructions that you’d been given to a tee. fans were already lining up outside the door, some having obviously camped out in order to gain the best spots inside - honestly, you were thankful that you had been told to head in through a discreet entrance instead of spending a night sleeping on the cold street.

you started by meeting up with the band’s pr manager, who led you backstage and ensured that you were sorted with a bottle of your desired beverage and knew that you were welcome to try any of the snacks in the green room and make yourself at home. it calmed you down a little when she complimented your appearance as you smoothed down your skirt, especially as you were already doing your best to keep your nerves in check.

it wasn’t too long before she left you alone, heading off to take care of some other duties that required her attention before the show started. you simply busied yourself with the apps on your phone. over an hour passed before the doorknob turned once again, though you weren’t met with the manager that you’d been with prior. instead, the unmistakable combat boots, black distressed jeans, and form-fitting tank top were ones that you’d recognize anywhere. the shirt perfectly showed off sara’s toned biceps, each adorned with its own intricate display of tattoos; the large crow that decorated her left forearm was even more impressive in person.

you had to draw your eyes away, worried that you’d start drooling. the bassist was absolutely stunning, and you struggled to comprehend that it was actually her in the flesh right before your eyes.

“so you must be the lucky winner,” she spoke, voice somewhat monotone as she stared you down, eyeing you up. sure, you were cute. if anything, she was just glad that instead of some creepy old dude or groupie that had received the prize, it was merely some pretty fan who seemed rather likeable. yet with each passing second that sara lay her eyes on you, she found herself enthralled by something that she couldn't quite place her finger on.

regardless, she went about her business, making idle chit-chat with you whilst you worked to halt the rapid pulsating of your heart. at one point, your hands touched as she handed you a tiny sachet of sugar for your drink, the cool metal of her rings sending shivers down your spine. with each passing moment, you felt more comfortable around the woman, unable to ignore the swells of disappointment in your chest when the other band members and staff began to enter the room and introduce themselves to you.

you got to watch the band throughout their soundcheck, and even spent the show hidden in the wings, a backstage view that many would kill for. in all honesty, you were particularly grateful for your spot gave you the perfect view of sara. her lithe fingers strumming away at the strings of her custom made bass guitar had you weak at the knees, though you did your best not to make each glance too noticeable. each movement was expert, gliding along the instrument as though it was second nature to her. by the end of the show, sara was covered in a thin layer of sweat. the dark hair clinging to her skin made her look even more attractive and making it even more difficult for you to avert your eyes.

once band’s encore was complete and the final concert-goers had straggled their way out of the arena, the pr manager from earlier came to inform you that she needed you to shoot some quick promotional footage for the band’s social media. it would simply be a few shots of you on stage with them.

she led you to the front of the stage, the band coming to pose around you as you did your best to act natural. instead, you found yourself playing with your fingers and staring at the ground, unsure of what to do. your heart skipped a beat when an arm was thrown over your shoulders, a little “relax, princess,” whispered in your ear as none other than sara worked to comfort you. “it’ll be quick, just a couple flashes and you’re done,”

though the obvious intent of calming your nerves, the woman’s touch had quite the opposite effect. being this close to her, you couldn’t restrain the proverbial butterflies from batting their wings in your stomach. you could smell her cologne, corrupted by the vague scent of sweat that was oh so arousing. your thighs subconsciously rubbed together as you breathed it in, and combined with the feeling of her muscles against your skin you felt as though your panties were being set ablaze. it was embarrassing, really. you never thought of yourself as some groupie who would fawn over a band member so hard, yet sara held this unspeakable grip over you.

“got it!” yelled the photographer, looking away from the screen that displayed the image. “i’ll be leaving everything in place, no point dismantling it before tomorrow’s show, right?”

the pr manager agreed, letting every staff member know that they were free to go. she had a few casual questions about your experience tonight, but they were cut off by sara swinging her arm over your shoulders once again.

“relax, the poor girl’s had enough shit thrown at her.” and then she turned to you. “how about you come over here and i’ll show you my bass, hmm? caught you staring at it a couple times while i was playing,”

your face fell, wondering if she’d noticed the full extent of your gawking. she kept her arm around you as she led you to the area of the stage where her prized guitar stood, talking away about it as your gaze filled with awe. the passion and adoration for her craft practically dripped from each word.

periodically, everybody else in the room filtered out. even the work light dimmed, leaving you and sara alone. the soft lighting with of the area and the moonlight filtering in through the vast window panes made sara look even more ethereal, which you didn’t actually think was possible. the woman was stood before you, beauty only comparative to a grecian muse, as she tended to her instrument. you did your best to halt your lewd thoughts as you watched her long fingers caress the bass’s strings, strumming a short melody to ensure it remain tuned. the metal of her rings occasionally glinted in the light, again drawing your attention to her hands. they were somewhat calloused and rough, likely from the years of playing. you also noticed a few bumps and bruises around her knuckles, though remembered reading on one of those silly gossip sites that sara enjoyed boxing in her spare time, and something like that would have left such indents and blemishes.

regardless, each imperfection on the woman’s body made her more attractive to you. your mind drifted to curiosities of how her fingers would feel pumping in and out of you, her rings colliding with your messy cunt and sending a shiver darting up your spine. the sight of her tattooed hands covered in your slick would truly be one for sore eyes, perhaps sara would ram them down your throat until you gagged, and order you lick them clean. maybe she would even wrap her lithe fingers around your throat, squeezing enough to make you breathless. your thighs were rubbing against one another at your nasty train of thought. it felt as though you were in your room late at night, consumed by your own salacious fantasies, unable to keep your head above water and not noticing that sara had abandoned her bass and was now standing in between your legs.

she debated just dropping to her knees and placing a kiss over your clothed cunt, or even playfully biting the exposed skin of your inner thigh. instead, she leaned over you, aligning her lips with your ear. her voice dropped a few octaves, as she practically growled in your ear.

“thinkin’ about me, princess?”

those four words were sufficient in breaking you out of your trance, jumping in your seat as sara only pressed herself closer to you. her hand rested on your thigh, nails digging into the skin as the rough pad of her thumb stroked circles dangerously close to your heat. she’d be lying if you said that she couldn’t see how fucking wet you already were, arousal leaking through the sheer lace of your flowery panties. one of the reasons that sara had offered you the seat on the amp was because from her position tending to her guitar, she had a direct view of your pretty little pussy, all clothed and virtually screaming at her to unwrap. sure, it was a little pervy. but you’d both been undressing each other with your respective gazes from the moment that you laid eyes on one another.

sara’s lips formed a small smirk as she watched you squirm. they hovered near your neck, enough that you could feel the ghost of her hot breath but never once touching your skin. all of your thoughts fled you, judgement impaired and having become purely intoxicated by the woman before you.

“please,” you begged, unable to come up with a more wordy response. but sara wasn’t having it. she was well aware that she held the upper hand in this situation, and was more than willing to use it to her advantage.

“please what, princess? please go away? want me to leave you like this, pretty thing?”

sara’s free hand slipped under your chin, angling your eyes to meet her own. her pupils were blown with lust. the angelic figure that you could have sworn to have seen moments prior was far gone, and replaced by the succubus that stood before you now.

“say it.” her tone was cold and commanding.

“please f- please fuck me,” yours was contrasting a meek, barely above a whisper. you tried to avert your gaze to the ground, though sara kept a tight grip on your chin. the look on your face was urging you to continue, so you thought it best to divulge into some of your lewd thoughts. “wan’ your fingers in me, please! i wanna squirt all over your hand, wan’ you to make me weak, make me cry!”

sara really wasn’t expecting such an outburst. as cute as it was, all that she wished for was the word ‘go’ - and you’d handed it to her on a silver platter. her thumb moved up from your chin, tenderly gliding across your cheekbone before dipping past your soft lips. she wanted to test your reactions, and you exceeded her assumptions. you instinctively began to swirl your tongue around the digit, displaying zero resistance as she pressed it further into your throat. the woman was perfectly content with making you gag, letting your saliva ruin your pretty shirt and dirty up her hand. your doe eyes perfectly complemented such a filthy scene, practically gleaming as sara towered over you.

the woman took full advantage of your distracted state, using her free hand to hike your skirt higher up your thigh. her touch felt electric, sending sparks coursing through you with even the lightest of touches.

you were so focused on sucking sara’s thumb that you didn’t notice her fingers make a move for your panties, sliding the sheer material to the side so that she could get a view of your already soaked cunt. she found herself groaning at the sheer sight, enthralled by your sweet little pussy. it didn’t take any longer than the blink of an eyelid for her to bury two fingers inside of you, exploring your velvety walls as they pulsed around her digits. sara had nearly forgotten about the intrusion in your mouth, only removing it in order to hear the full extent of your angelic whimpers.

part of you felt embarrassed that you were allowing yourself to be so vulnerable when anybody could walk into the room at any time, but sara’s fingers felt absolutely godly, making it rather easy to forget. you bucked your hips up to her touch, placing one hand flat behind you in order to stabilise yourself, and slowly shifting the other to aide the growing euphoria between your legs, seeking out your aching clit.

you seemed to be getting your way with sara, so you thought rather little of the action. hence why when she swatted away your hand, you were surprised. the woman then got to her knees, better levelling her face with your glistening cunt. her fingers continued pumping in and out of your twitching hole whilst the other spread open your folds, revealing your sweet little clit for her. sara placed a quick kiss on the bundle of nerves, eyes having grown noticeably darker as she pulled away. to contrast the prior action, she collected a glob of saliva in her mouth, waiting a second before spitting on your cunt, hitting your clit with perfect aim. your eyes rolled back at the sensation, releasing an embarrassingly loud moan as she spread her spit all over your clit with the rough pad of her thumb. albeit barely audible, you could hear sara release a deep growl, discerning nothing but the word: “mine.”

her tongue then connected to your clit, wasting no time with the pleasantries before absolutely ravaging your cunt. she sucked and nipped as you writhed, gripping her hair for support. it was as though she was on a mission to overstimulate your poor pussy, which… was rather accurate. as the raven haired woman teased your sensitive bud with her teeth and tongue, she continued the relentless motions of her fingers, consistently plunging into you with the aim of rubbing along your sweet spot. slowly, she stretched you open enough to take another digit. the cool metal of her rings colliding with your skin sent shivers down your spine, just as you had imagined they would. no, no, it was better. thinking straight was becoming a struggle.

“m’na,” you tried to articulate, though the multitudes of ecstasy that sara bestowed upon you made articulating your thoughts difficult. “cum,” you stammered, hoping that she got the general gist of what you were trying to communicate.

you couldn’t tell at first. all you knew was that your head was spinning, and sara’s devious ministrations were showing no signs of even easing in the slightest. you came with a cry, tugging at sara’s dark locks as you rode out your high. if anybody else was in the vicinity of the room, they undoubtedly heard you. being a concert venue, your lewd whines echoed rather spectacularly - something that only further spurred sara’s continued abuse of your leaking cunt.

instead of moving her off, you just sat there and took it. your brain was hazy from the gravity of your prior orgasm, and sara’s mouth felt so so good. little whimpers of her name dripped from your lips, synchronous with how your juices dripped from her fingers and lips.

it took a while for the overstimulation to settle in, pleasured whines slowly turning to pleas that it was too much for you to take. in response, sara took her head away from your weeping cunt to make a comment.

“thought y’ wanted to squirt f’me, princess? all talk no game?”

all the meanwhile, her fingers remained in you, gently massaging circles into that rough patch of skin.

“‘m- i-” you mumbled, struggling once again. “pleas- do it. make me squirt f’you, please, please, please,”

sara couldn’t help but smirk at how cumdrunk you were after only one orgasm, and she was adamant that it wouldn’t be your last.

#kentoberryposts #kujou sara x reader #kujou sara smut #kujou sara #genshin sara #sara smut #sara x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut

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isa-ghost · 3 months

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May I humbly ask for more q!phil headcanons? 👉👈

Fuck yeah concrete >:D

Previous Sets: Set 1 Set 2 Set 3 Set 4 Set 5

M O R E

He'll go above & beyond for his friends for as long as it takes, but when a situation proves futile or hopeless, he gives up. And hates it. He feels guilty for it even when he knows there's nothing more he can do. He also HATES being helpless (it's part of why he's taking being grounded so hard)

Once his mind is made up, it's made up. It's very hard to change his mind. You practically need a PowerPoint of irrefutable facts & proof of why he should think another way

Yeah. He's stubborn. It can be infuriating. But it comes from a place of life experience, knowing what he wants, and a hint of paranoia for flavor. It's not exactly a flaw, but it does act as a detriment sometimes

And don't get him wrong, he doesn't always like being stubborn. Sometimes he just can't imagine things any other way than how he's picturing. He does feel bad sometimes about being the way he is. He has a hard time trusting things that aren't his gut or Rose

He's grown to like walks. He misses flying obv but walkies are pretty okay. He still gets to see neat stuff, and clear his head if his paranoia isn't too awful

He knows he's losing touch with reality slowly. He's just unaware there's words for it (derealization, dissociation). And he tries really hard not to think about it, it makes him sick with dread because once again, it gnaws at his ability to control his situation or himself

Btw that's one of his deepest fears if it wasn't obvious. Like yeah he has basic bitch fears that most other people have like losing loved ones or w/e, but his personal Big Fear is the loss of his autonomy. It's part of why he's an anarchist & hates the Federation, another part of why being flightless is killing him inside, and part of why Ender King scares him. Especially after Rose's most recent message (1/17/24) said EK has no vessel. Phil's mind shot right to "He needs a vessel and that vessel is me. That's what he wants."

He does NOT like acknowledging that to a degree, he & Ender King DO have things in common. He constantly rationalizes it in his brain as "I have crow brain, I collect the things that look shiny & cool. Ender King is malicious, it's not the same."

Lowkey hates the quiet. It's nice to get out of chaotic environments for bit, but that doesn't mean the silence will grant him peace. He starts getting lost in his own head, or winds up understimulated. Music is a good buffer. Ideally though, he likes having the kids or one person to bounce off of (& keep him mentally grounded when he's stressed). It's why he adventures with Fit so often.

Speaking of silence, and calling back to fears, there's something so inexplicably uncomfortable to him about footsteps that aren't his, esp in quiet. See, the admins invisible Federation workers that just monitor things, he can usually tolerate those bc it's easy to guess when it's them he's accompanied by & not an unknown presence. But man, when he knows he should absolutely be alone atm but hears movement that isn't his own, his adrenaline shoots through the roof. (Little does he know, that's Hardcore Instincts kicking in. He's used to that movement being a mob out to kill him)

Rose's Sanctuary is a fitting enough "altar" for her, so to speak. Even though she made it herself. The Goddess of Death however, Phil needs something for her. He has a locket with a wither rose engraved in it for now, he doesn't want to be questioned by his friends why there's a weird purple & black altar in his house when,,, he might have to tell them there's (an entirely different) purple & black motherfucker trying to maybe possess him who Is Very Bad. Also there's no way they'd believe he's married to a goddess. He can hear Fit laughing already.

He keeps getting distracted but he really wants to either build a practice range for bows or just. Go on a solo adventure shaking off the rust on his aim. He misses the rush of pride he gets when he snipes something so flawlessly. He also procrastinates on it when he's Not distracted bc he has the scythe & he's in love with it. (Also it's a symbol of Death Wife)

Every now and then he'll banter with the invisible Feds trying to bargain with them for the Good Shit(tm) Mexican food they had at Mexican Independence Day. Things have been so chaotic lately he hasn't gotten the chance to ask Chayanne to make them & like HELL he could successfully make them himself

That said, he's actually not a terrible cook like he claims. He just hates how laborious cooking can be LMAO.

Even so, he still really wants to cook for Missa. Purely for bonding reasons. He has no idea Missa would probably crush even harder on him, Phil still thinks they're mutually platonic.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza #philza #qphil headcanons

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mediumtires · 11 months

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bestie pls i need more christian/toto content, a drabble, a ramble, long tags, just SOMETHING!! you have me hooked and now i'm addicted i've read 7 years so many times it's embarrassing

ok hear me out you guys keep asking and i don’t have anything proper that i could offer you just yet BUT i saw an ask a while ago where someone said lewis isn’t going to renew his contract next year and saying “i won’t join another team” isn’t saying “i’ll be here next year i trust this team” etc etc etc and like, i hate myself for it but walk with me for a second here……………..

Lewis is the one to drop the bombshell of his retirement. Not his camp, not Merc, not PR. There is no tidy Instagram post in black and teal, no quote on quote, no text box announcing the retirement of one of the greatest. It’s Lewis who types it up, a hundred words max, and before he puts it on his story he calls Toto and lets him know.

Toto is in his office in Brackley, behind his big desk, glass walls, open door policy, looking out at a bunch of his employees steadily working away and none of them realise, none of them understand what is happening in the very moment he picks up the phone, what it does to him to hear the words, “I’m sorry man” and “I don’t wanna be the next Alonso” and “I can’t do another season of this” and “I need to let it go”. Toto’s world shifts, bends, and slowly glides off its axis. A funny joke, he thinks at first, before the realisation hits.

Toto has experienced many a crisis in his life. Some of them more serious, more real than others, but each one of them prepared him for the next, for what’s to come. His body catches up quicker than his brain. It’s the physical signs first, of going into fight or flight. Blood pumping, trouble breathing, sweaty hands, mouth dry. Racing heart. Funny expression. A racing heart. He’s always thought of himself as having a racer’s heart, especially in moments like this. He can calm himself, he can self regulate. He can manipulate himself, breathe through it, pretend he’s behind the wheel, pretend this is a life or death split second kind of decision calling for nothing but calm and steady hands.

He does; breathe through it. If there is one thing he is, steadfast and unswerving, it’s a leader. Responsibility sits tight in his neck as he seeks out his team, first the closest five, then senior personnel. He is not going to make this into a huge thing - it is - but he will have to make his people aware before Lewis lets the rest of the world in on his secret. Word is going to spread fast.

It does; spread fast. Toto was given an hour. He uses it wisely, types out a company wide announcement, and then another email, a more personal one, to the PR department. Tells them to leave things until tomorrow. There is no point in rushing this.

Toto leaves his office at 5 on the dot. Turns off his computer, does not take any documents, does not take any work to look at later, just shoves his travel mug into his bag, grabs his jacket and makes sure to turn the lights off on his way out.

When he gets home, Christian’s Range Rover is parked where it’s always parked, in the left space next to the stone steps leading up to the front door. It stands a little wonky today, the left front tyre kissing the grass. It’s an unusual sight. Christian is very particular about his car, and his lawn.

The dogs yap at his feet when Toto walks through the door, drops his shit on the sideboard with no mind to clean up after himself. He drags his feet through the foyer and into the kitchen. It’s still light out, it’s July, and Christian has opened the patio doors to let the warm summer breeze in.

His face has something critical to it when he locks eyes with Toto, crow’s feet deeper than usual as he watches him approach. Toto can feel the weight of his gaze on him, how he drags it up his body, down, up again, only to settle on his face for good.

“Colleague or husband?” Christian asks.

“Husband,” Toto says and folds himself into Christian’s opening arms, tucks his face into the crook of his neck and inhales deeply, allowing himself to just close his eyes and breathe. No need for pretences here. Car in the gravel, engine off, steering wheel dislodged and hands in his lap. It’s okay if his fingers shake. Christian knows he’s not a racer by heart.

#nah listen this is so pretentious lmao #i’m sorry this is the best i could do for all you lovely people who keep asking for more seven years #also this is a hypothetical #obviously lewis is NOT going to retire do i even have to say it #he’s gonna stay for that 8th (9th) we all know it #also the baby(girl)ification of toto wolff????#this is literally so unsexy i’m so sorry #toto wolff #christian horner #seven years

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haunted-headset · 5 months

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one shot idea

wilbur x depressed reader go to the beach and sit down in the water together and feel really happy and calm and wilbur comforts reader, and reader feels calm and happy

ily lots if you write it thank you so so much

Anything to Make Me Feel Less Numb

summary: Wilbur x depressed reader go to the beach & sit down in the water together :)

a/n: hello! sorry it took so long to finish! tags: @vibestillaxxx@joviepog@ax-y10@themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

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It was another one of those days. Those days that made you feel like you wanted to die.

It was 9:30 pm. Wilbur was busy editing. You were lying on your bed, limbs in a starfish shape, staring up at the ceiling, as if that was going to help your mental state. You didn't really care. You just needed a distraction from the screams & yelling & sobbing that went on in your head. You needed something empty, something thoughtless, something blank. The ceiling provided that.

"Love?" Wilbur's soft voice brought you back to earth. "Are you alright? You've been staring at the ceiling for the past five minutes & I don't think I've seen you blink or breathe once during those minutes."

You sat up & looked at him. He always seemed so happy, so content, so peaceful. You had no idea how he did it.

"I'm fine," you said, forcing a smile.

Wilbur looked you up & down before a soft smile appeared on his lips. "Get your shoes on & get dressed. We're going somewhere."

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"Not telling!" he said as he left the bedroom. You chuckled & slowly got out of bed. You put on a decent outfit & some shoes before walking into the living room, where Wilbur was standing with his guitar slung across his back & a blanket tucked under his arm. He took your hand & walked you to the car, making sure to open the car door for you.

"Now can you please tell me where we're going?" you asked.

"Nope," Wilbur grinned as he began to drive. "Just close your eyes & I'll tell you when we get there."

You closed your eyes, & you weren't surprised when there wasn't silence in your mind. There hardly ever was.

After about 15 minutes, Wilbur told you to open your eyes. When you did, you saw the jet-black night sky that was only illuminated by the thousands of stars sprinkled throughout the sky & the blinding yet beautiful full moon. You saw the waves, which were usually blue but were seemingly drained of their color because of the night, crashing against the sand. You were at the beach.

When you & Wilbur got to the sand, Wilbur laid the blanket down & kicked off his shoes, & sat down. He then looked up at you & smiled.

"I didn't want you to be sad anymore, & I know you like the beach during the nighttime, so I thought I'd take you here."

& for the rest of the night, the screaming & chaos that filled your mind dissolved into nothingness for the first time in a very long time, & instead was replaced with the soft sound of Wilbur's fingers plucking the guitar strings & his heavenly voice that could make you smile no matter what day it was. It was remarkable, really, how Wilbur could take everything that you thought was wrong with you & get rid of it with just a smile or a laugh. Nobody else could do that for you.

"How're you feeling?" Wilbur asked after about 30 minutes of song-playing.

"Better than ever," you smiled.

#wilbur soot #wilbursoot #wilbur #lovejoy wilbur #fanfic #wilbur soot imagine #creative writing #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x reader fluff #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you

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rainarainbows · 6 days

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Short Story from my universe PR

@shadow-gray-5341 here some of my writing

The year was 1969, setting is at a court building within New York and it’s midnight.

Harry Walker had headed out on the rooftops to get some fresh air. He then taken a whisky jar from his hand and stared at it.

“Do I need you?” Question Harry to himself.

Harry then frown as he then was startle and heard a crow. Harry had look up to see an actually crow. The crow then flew in the air as it landed on the bar of the rooftops and stared at Harry. Harry then giggled.

“Who would put glasses on a crow?” Question Harry.

“Oi, I would!” Said the crow with a chuckle.

Harry’s eyes then widened as he stared at the whiskey jar and blink multiple times then back at the crow.

“Don’t bloody worry not the whiskey.” Said the crow.

Harry then look back at the whisky jar in his left hand, he then look back at the crow but to see a human.

“Crow McCartney?” Question Harry with a small smile on his face.

“Been a bloody time hasn’t it?” Question Crow as their black wings spread out and was in her crow form. He then transform more into a humanoid form. Crow then had step down from the edge of the rooftops and given Harry a happy look.

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Flash Back

Harry giggle as Crow grab Harry’s hand and the two hid behind the bleachers.

“Ya sure?” Question Crow as he fix his ginger curls.

“Y-yeah!” Said Harry as he blush.

The two were 17, Crow and their sister Rowan were now going to the school in Iowa instead of California where they live. The two could do this since they could teleport back from Iowa to California.

“Ya-“ Said Crow.

“Just kiss me!” Said Harry with joy.

Crow then had grab Harry’s face as Crow kissed Harry’s lips. Crow then let go and Harry frown.

“Wh-what?” Question Crow.

“Why you stop?” Question Harry with a small giggle as he blush.

“Oh.” Said Crow with a smirk and giggle.

Crow then lean down to Harry and kiss Harry’s lips once again.

Harry was young and confused but not anymore once he kiss Crow’s, Crow McCartney lips.

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Flash Back Over

Harry’s eyes bink muplite nb. times once again as he blush, Crow then notice this and blush back.

“You stalking me, McCartney?” Question Harry which he was a little drunk but still his normal self or well somewhat.

“No, my sister works here.” Said Crow.

Crow then tilt their head as they saw the whisky jar and place his hand on it, she then realized their hand was now touching Harry’s.

The two then blush as Harry’s head park up and saw hearts in Crow’s eyes.

“You now drink, espically on working hours?” Question Crow with a frown.

“I-I.” Said Harry.

“I, what?” Question Crow.

“I thought it help me, scared of the insane asylum.” Said Harry as tears form into his eyes.

“Don’t ya remember I told ya how nice and high tech the immortal realm is?” Question Crow as they cupped Harry’s face.

Harry blush, his face turning beat red. But he then smiled, Crow smiled as he miss those crooked buck teeth of Harry’s. Crow wanted to say the words but they thought it was too soon.

Harry then place the whisky jar on the edge bar of the rooftops, his hand reaching for Crow’s hand. Their hands now finally touching as Harry lean his forehead agaisnt Crow’s forehead which he had to get on his tippy toes.

“Miss you.” Said Harry as he let a drunken hiccuped out.

Crow then blushed as he look down at Harry’s freckle face.

“I’m sorry.” Groan Harry.

Crow let out a small giggle then spoken.

“For what?” Question Crow.

“For forgetting of the immortal realm and your words, your beautiful words.” Said Crow.

“Are you a poet?” Giggle Harry as he question Crow.

“Sadly no, but I do miss ya as well.” Said Crow.

“Yeah?” Question Harry.

“Of bloody course!” Said Crow.

“Crow? Kiss me!” Said harry as he pouted at Crow while looking up at Crow.

“Thought you never ask!” Gigggle Crow as he cupped Harry’s face and kiss his lips.

#my writing #short story #writing #Prisma realms #art

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ninjastormhawkkat · 10 months

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Disillusion - Bios

Becky Boxleitner - aka - Lady Corva: From that day on, Becky became a new type of person. She became the anti-hero Lady Corva. Her illusion of heroes shattered, especially when some of that corrupt hero's PR people tried to pay her dad off for silence. (They refused the money and left the city, no intention of returning.) She has a hatred and distrust for older heroes and pity for up and coming ones (Like Rex). As Lady Corva - Becky doesn't interfere with villain schemes. She rather just keeps civilians out of harms way. If the police come knocking or any hero comes around to stop the villain, she makes their jobs that much harder with her powers, skills, and tech her dad designed for her. She would often help villains with their crimes, making the getaway's easier, as long as people don't get hurt (unless those people are jerks). In her civilian life, Becky is still friendly and outgoing with her close friends Violet, Scoops, Victoria, Tobey, Rose, and Eileen. Otherwise she does not try to actively make friends and is only respectful and polite to people when they treat her and her family and friends well. She is warm with the Botsford family because why not. TJ has the International Lady Corva Fan Club. Instead of Art class, Becky takes gymnastics and fencing to help sharpen her skills. She does not solely rely on her powers in battle in this au. She has a pet crow named Rapier. Her aunt found the guy alone and abandoned on her way to visit her brother and niece in Fair City. The crow became Becky's pet. It was discovered by Steven that the poor crow was a result of an abandoned genetics experiment. Rapier has better eyesight and speed than an average crow and can live for a very long time. Rapier's secret identity Plague Hunter. This crow eats bugs and berries. Including some spiders. Steven - Dr. Two Brains: Still becomes Dr. Two Brains in this au. Although the mad scientist is miffed his arm never grew back. Two Brains: Come on it worked for Kurt Conners. Steven had gotten his arm amputated after the accident. His best friends Tubing and Doohickey helped Steven make his robotic prosthetic arm. Tobey is intrigued and curious to how it works but Two Brains won't let the kid touch it. After his accident, Two Brains repairs his arm by himself mostly. He made a few modifications to get it to resemble a mouse paw. He and Becky are not on opposing sides like in canon or the regular bbau's. Even back when he was Steven, Two Brains made gadgets and tech modifications to help his daughter with her anti-hero side. He still talks to Tubing and Doohickey even afterwards. Lady Corva has a black visor and earpiece to help her dad observe her battles (when he is not committing them), and give her aid and advice as usual. This Two Brains/Steven is not much different from his bbau and canon self. He did become slightly solemn after Becky learned the dark truth about corrupt heroes just because his child was sad now. Becky and her dad are both still sassy people. Squeaky was at first afraid of Rapier because he thought the crow would eat mice, but he calmed down after seeing the crow prefer berries and bugs, including spiders. Squeaky also relates to Rapier about being genetic experiments. Dr. Two Brains is also a practical joker and more relaxed in this au. Note: Don't ask him to give you a hand. Notable changes: - Mousebrain takeover is not that angsty. Two Brains was bored and Squeaky and Lady Corva mostly had friendly chats. Lady Corva felt Squeaky did cross a line when he openly terrorized people because it violated her rule. -Lady Corva was never fooled by Miss Power. -Becky is 12 to 13 when Kid Math comes around. This part is angsty.

-A world without Lady Corva (Wordgirl) - Becky's wish is for Bob to come back and that they never went to that city in the first place. @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #steven boxleitner #dr two brains #disillusion #lady corva #professor james doohickey #professor robert tubing #kid math #miss power #spiderman reference #tobey mcallister iii #scoops #violet heaslip #eileen #victoria best #anti hero #tw: amputation #squeaky

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runwiththerain · 1 month

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i know places dump

mcs:

british greek femme golden retriever singer songwriter pan demi painfully cis she/her isadora araminta merrifield aka issy fields

-> their childhood bsf is filipino brown bunny singer songwriter openly gay trans guy polyam he/they/xe caspian conrado avila aka caspian avila (issy calls him cas)

american n egyptian butch black cat actor lesbian aroacespec could be transmasc but also hasnt thought abt it they/she/he nova mariam wolfe aka nova wolfe

-> their bsf is latino crow actor bi pref men probably nonbinary just hasnt thought abt it he/him also a child actor but they met at 18 when filming for a movie alistair sebastian morales aka alistair morales

plot:

the nova and alistair play love interest a lot in movie

issy is on their rise to fame but nova was a child actor and got up that way same as her alistair

hiding their relationship from the public

their relationship dynamic is that issy is too sweet for nova issy writes songs abt nova and theyre speculated to be abt him after her and alistair break up (they were previously speculated to be abt alistair)

issy used to date alistair for pr

theyre like 22 23 ish uh all 4 do a pr stunt together where all four go out to brunch and issy and nova notice that their bsfs have a lot of chemistry so then they try and set them up so they get closer

issy has a bad relationship with her mum but meets novas mum at a movie premiere and they bond

nova has a single mum cause her dad fucked off when she was little

issy and caspian have bad family situations, alistair has a great one

#rwtr.txt #my wips #i know places #nova wolfe #alistair morales #caspian avila #issy fields

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rain4dayz · 1 month

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Reign Amoray: Meeting the King

You hadn’t found Ace or Deuce in their dorm’s lounge where they said they’d be studying. You had left Grim in the care of your two best friends. A questionable decision? Sure, but you were pressed for time due to a sudden ‘emergency’ that Crowely had called you to fix on your own help with. Which turned out to be paperwork that needed filing.

You head into Heartslabyul’s gardens after some of the other dorm members said they had gone out for some fresh air. Despite it being a lovely day, the gardens are void of students. However, as you walk further into the twisting labyrinth of roses you spot a boy. He has his back to you; he is quite tall; his hair falls down his back stopping just above his waist. His long hair is split dyed with black on the top right and bottom left sides, and red on the top left and bottom right.

You walk up behind the boy, reach up and tap him on the shoulder “Um, excuse me-” The boy tenses under the contact from your finger and jumps a bit nearly landing face first into the roses. “Waaugh!” He turns around, his eyes bugged and startled. “Huh?” His brown irises look around before finding your form. It takes a moment then you see a flash of recognition in his eyes. “Ah! H- Hello prefect.” “What brings you- you here to- today?”

Now that he is facing you notice his right eyebrow is black contrasting nice with the red side of his hair. While the left eyebrow is red. He has hearts under the corners of his eyes, like Trey and Cater’s clover and diamond. There is a black heart on the right and a red heart on the left. He also has a black nose ring with a heart charm in the center.

“I’m sorry for startling you, but I was just wondering if you’ve seen Ace and Deuce?” “I left them in charge of Grim.” you ask. The boy replies “Oh, I am so- sorry but the three of them are current- currently helping house war-warden Riddle wrangle the- the flamingos they let ou- out.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh at your friend's behavior. “Of course.” you lament under your breath.

Looking back up at him you don’t really know what to say. Should you ask to hang around? It wouldn’t be weird right? You’ve spent a lot of time at Heartslabyul after all. Most of the dorm members know you and will wave and make small talk when they see you in their dorm or in the school hallways. You always received invites to unbirthday parties from Riddle in person. It wouldn’t be rude if you hung out in the lounge while you waited for your three idiots, right? Maybe you could look for Cater or Trey?

The two of you continue to stand in front of each other and awkwardly avoid each other's gaze. “Um.” you start. “I’m sorry again, for startling you.” you sheepishly say. He replies “It- it is al-alright. I st- star- startle very easily.” The two of you fall back into awkward silence. “I- uh- y- you are welcome to- to stay if you’d l- like.” said the boy. “Really? I wouldn’t want to impose.” you reply.

“Of co- course.” said the boy. “You are practically an- an honorary Heartslabyul mem- member. Yo- you are alway- always welcome.” He smiled at you. You gave him a small smile in return. “Thank you so much- uh-” you stop yourself and realize you don’t know his name. Crap. This is rude! You’ve seen this dude around before, sometimes he is with some third years, but he is always hanging in the background you haven’t really talked to him before. You shamefully wring your hands together and admit “Ah, I’ve never really caught your name.”

“Oh! A- Ap- Apologies. I’ve never pro- properly intro- introduced myself. He says trying to wave away any guilt you may have. He then shyly tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and looks down. However, because he is so tall you can still catch a glimpse of both his face and ears turning a bit red. “I- I do- don't know yo- your- your name e- ei- either. I’ve on-only heard pe- people call you pr- pref- prefect.” he says while keeping his head down. He looks back at you, with a slight blush on his face and straightens his posture. “B- but my n- name is Reign. Reign Am- Amoray and I am a th- third year.”You smile at him again and his blush darkens a bit. “Nice to meet you Reign. I am Yuu.” Reign sputters a bit and replies “A- a ple- pleasure to me- meet you Y- Yuu.”

The two of you just stare at each other waiting for the other to continue. Reign is the one to break the silence “Ah, I a- am so s- sor- sorry Yuu I am so te- terribly a- awk- awkward.” He sighs “Th- this- this is prob- probably one of the re- reasons why I- I- I- wouldn’t ha- have lasted as- as the dorm le- leader anyway.” “Al- along with my st- st- stutter.” “As a th- third year I should ta- take more in- in initiative to interact a- and su- support my underclass- classmen.” Reign anxiously rambles so fast you barely put his sentences together in your head before you ask, “You were the dorm leader?” He pauses and you can see a mix of sadness and disappointment in his eyes. “O-oh. Um, yes, I wa-was the dor- dorm leader th- that Riddle b-beat.” He quietly looks down again.

After a moment, you were just about to apologize for bringing up something that seems to be a sore memory, Reign straightens up again. “B-but that is the past an-and I must con- cont- coninue to move forward de- despite my shy nature. I will continue st- striving to better m- myself.” the original shame and bashfulness in Reign’s warm eyes is gone and replaced with a determined flame. You stare in shock at his quick shift from bashful shame to admirable determination and maturity.

“Oh! I am ram- rambling a- ab- about myself. I- I’m sorry. I have- haven’t asked h- how you ar- are doing.” said Reign, his eyes darted around, slightly panicked at his impulsive tangent. After a moment his eyes land on you again, they shift down slightly before reengaging eye contact with you. “Yo- You know I ha-had been tending to-to the roses for some time, why- why don’t we grab a bite to eat?” “We st-sti-still have some- some leftover tarts from th- the last unbirthday party, I can brew us some tea, and- and you can tell me mo-more about yourself.”

“O-oh I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” You replied not wanting to make your anxious senior feel like he had to keep you company. “No no, I in- insist as a member of H- Hear- Heartslabyul I must pride myself on ex- excellent and eccentric hos- hospi- tality.” He assures you with a slightly awkward but charming smile. You can’t help but return the gesture “Thank you.” you reply genuinely. His smile and blush brighten slightly “O- of course.” and the two of you begin walking back to the dorm.

Name: Reign Amoray

Twisted from: The King of Hearts

Birthday: May 5th

Zodiac: Taurus

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Height: 180cm

Best subject: History of Magic

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Appearance: light skin, long split dye hair, black on top right, and bottom left, red on top left and bottom right, left eyebrow is red, right eyebrow is black, dark brown eyes, natural hair color is strawberry blonde, nose ring, red heart on left cheek black heart on right cheek

Unique Magic: I Pardon Thee

Incantation: “You are innocent. You need not suffer. I Pardon Thee!”

Effects: Can reverse the effects of curses. Must be of a greater caliber or of the same caliber as the magician who cast the curse. Can override another person’s unique magic.

Trivia:

A member of the Equestrian club

His horse’s name is Raven

Left the equestrian club in his second year, before rejoining halfway through the year

Is the previous Heartslabyul dorm leader that Riddle defeated

Has the shortest reign of any Heartslabyul dorm leader in NRC history lasting only a week

Grew up knowing Trey and Che’nya but is not close with them

Comes from a wealthy family

Has known Riddle through childhood since their families ran in the same circles but was never close with him

Is not particularly close with his family as they can be strict, but they have a decently healthy relationship

Has a stutter

Was made fun of as a little kid, has never had a ‘best friend’

Enjoys fencing and is quite good

Etymology: His first name Reign means ‘rule’ or ‘sovereign’, his last name Amoray means ‘valiant and diligent ruler’

Personality: Reign is very shy by nature and speaks with a stutter. When he gets nervous, he speaks very fast and trips over his words more than usual. Was bullied for his stutter when little but never really spoke up against his bullies because he was too shy. He is quite nice, and many people consider him a friend, but he is never close enough with anyone to be part of a particular friend group or clique. Despite his quiet personality he is incredibly smart and talented at magic. He has an excellent work ethic and strives to better himself academically and personally. Even though he is no longer the dorm leader he often pushes himself to engage with underclassmen and offer them guidance. He offers tutoring during the weekends to the members of his dorm. While he may constantly be panicking, and overthinking everything, he can be a capable senior.

#twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst yuu #Reign Amoray #oc art #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #fanfic

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