#I will troll beat you at this rate.

[sevencolorsatlast]

Reverse Isekai SAGAU - Your Favorite Character Misses You (Part 1)

Part 1 (You're Here!) || Part 2

Edit 1: Added more headcanons! I've missed some details I had on mind ;w;

This wholesome idea came up out of nowhere after reading a bunch of Imposter SAGAU reverse isekais whereas a bunch of characters yeet themselves into the Creator's/Player's world to apologize for killing them at the first place.

What if, by chance, they ended up in your world while you were away for a very long time? Not really you being an Imposter or anything; it’s like the game telling you “Remember your favorite character you often play as? They actually miss you a lot. I’m gonna send them to you pronto!” then they just appear out of nowhere and scare the living shit out of you as they land in your house.

Other Notes: Default SAGAU / GN!Reader / Headcanon / +400 Words

Due to the sudden teleportation, they usually have items on their hands (an open book, a pen, a musical instrument or even their weapon) or look like they are going to who-knows-where, frozen in mid-walk/mid-run. 

It’ll take them a while to get them accustomed to the modern world. Now, there will be a lot of room for creativity here!

Examples: they call you "Your Grace/Your Excellency, etc." and you keep correcting them to call you by your name because you know people will give you weird looks if you and your fave are in public; teaching them what an internet meme is; they can practically borrow your/your old relatives' clothes (if it fits them) or outright steals from someone else if they are cunning enough that can get you into trouble; asking what are the names moving vehicles and you can (1) tell them what they are called (2) troll them by calling it something ridiculous and they repeat after you with a puzzled look on their faces. Be creative! :D

(forgot to add this detail oops) Depending on how high your friendship level is with your fave. If it's between Level 1-5, they are powerless as heck but will help you whenever they can.

But if you have Level 6-10 Friendship, they can summon their weapon out of thin air to protect you even if they don't have their Vision powers with them.

Poor Catalysts users. Depending on who they are: throw their weapon at someone's face as distraction / use their martial prowess (aka beating the living daylights out of a person) / use their galaxy brain intelligence to get you both out of trouble / grab your hand to run as far away as possible to get you to safety.

However, their stats/artifacts are still on effect so imagine your fave getting into a fight and won the 50-50 Crit Rate/DMG with their hit / whatever weapon they are using.

When you finally open the game, you see an empty space in your roster/character menu but displays their name and everything like before - their artifacts you gave them, same weapons and talent levels too. 

For them to get back, this is silly but very wholesome - you need to make their favorite/specialty dishes and they eat it. Simple, right? Probably yes for some characters, probably no with most… as you tried to rack your brains on how to even properly cook, replicate the look/design, AND how it tastes.

Wait, have you ever tasted similar dishes to theirs beforehand? And what if you have allergies to a certain ingredient? They will/can help you but where on earth would you find that one ingredient exclusive to a certain store? 

Also, good luck not setting your kitchen on fire because I assume all of them haven’t seen a modern kitchen before.

Once you miraculously successfully replicated their dish in real life, they can go back to their world and you can play as them in the game as usual. They can basically go back and forth by making their specialty dish and offering it to your shrine whenever they want to see you again.

#genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #genshin brainrot #sagau #sagau x reader #seven's tag

[rocksibblingsau]

What kind of video games do the rock trolls have?

I feel like it's a given they'd have hack an slash, beat em ups, shoot em ups, anything action really, and music based games. Probably in the style of Brütal Legend.

But I can also imagine horror, maybe?

Like I can see the setting: buildings so old and rusted you can't tell what's rust and what's not. On a dormant black volcano devoid of the warmth of lava. The only movement being the ashes blown about. Perhaps creating a black fog always in the distance.

But then what monsters would there be? What are rock trolls afraid of? Giant predators seem more like a pop troll anxiety. Talent sucking is scary, but unlikely. Maybe zombies or an equivalent? At this rate I feel like isolation itself would be scarier than any monster.

But the real question is 'chill' games. Theoretically rock troll stardew valley COULD exist. I've heard volcanic soil is great for plants and they definitely have agriculture. So someone could attempt to gameify it. If it does exist, the brawl code would probably be a social mechanic in this 'Metaldew Valley.' And... that does sound really fun.

They have a pretty decent selection! Like you said there's every kind of action game. Guns, swords, knives, etc.

They do have horror as well, though horror and action tend to overlap for Rock Trolls a lot. The two monsters that Rock Trolls find scariest are:

Zombies and Ghosts.

Zombies have no personality, autonomy or individuality. You've seen one zombie you've seen them all.

Ghosts meanwhile are intangible. Rock Trolls hate an enemy they can't fight against.

Establishments are also a common 'villain'.

As for chill games... well to Rock Trolls these are chill but I'm assuming you mean OUR definition! Rock Trolls have a lot of music based games (Guitar Hero style), racing games, wrestling games, platformers, party style games (Jackbox), and even puzzle games. There's a popular one that's sort of like Cooking Mama but you assemble guitars. I imagine there's probably something like Metaldew Valley as well.

#sibblings qna #sibblings au #rock troll culture

[i-wanna-write]

12 Years - Sirius Black x Reader

Prompt: Reader and Sirius reunite after he’s been imprisoned for 12 years. Featuring touchstarved!Sirus

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any cuss words. Naked Sirius? Just lots of Angst and fluff (that’s been my mood the past few days if you couldn’t tell lol)

Words: 2140

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When Remus came barging into your quarters at Hogwarts, your initial thought was that the school was under attack. The past 2 years have been eventful to say the least. From having a troll in the bathroom to students facing a three headed dog, to students venturing into the woods and seeing Aragog - the past 2 years could easily rival your 7 years at Hogwarts. All you had to do was throw in a war with an evil wizard and this generation of wizards would beat your generation in a landslide.

You never would have guessed what Remus was going to say.

Sirius Black was here. The rumors of him tearing at the fat ladies portrait and scaring poor Ron Weasley were true. He was on Hogwarts grounds and was apparently not going after your mutual godson but rather a rat.

A rat missing a toe.

Sirius Black cornered three students in the shrieking shack with the mission to kill the rat - to kill Peter Pettigrew. Only Severus Snape showed up and justice was not able to be served.

Because of course Snivellus had to ruin it.

So Remus quickly detailed the nights events to you, about how Peter was the one who betrayed Lily and James. How Peter cut off his arm and framed Sirius for their murder. How Remus finally believed in Sirius’ innocence. How Harry unwanded Snivellus and knocked him out to hear Sirius’ side of things. How your godson saw the truth and believed his godfather.

Believed your husband.

Your husband who spent the last 12 years in the worst prison of the wizarding world. Where dementors kiss you daily, stealing away your happiest memories to eventually lead you to being a shallow shell of your former self. Where wizards and witches go to but never return from.

Remus informs you of how Sirius escaped Hogwarts. With the help of your godson and his friends, he was able to fly away to safety on a hippogriff. He was able to evade the Aurors and be free once again.

Free but still wanted.

You never would have guessed that after all these years the truth would come to light. That 12 years of you knowing that Sirius was innocent, a few others would believe it too. He’s no longer being tortured day in and day out by dementors, just sitting and waiting for them to steal all of his happiest memories. If only there were dementors that stole those sad, wicked ones away. You’d welcome their kiss any day.

Your husband, the love of your life, is no longer a man held captive. At least not physically. You’re terrified of what you're about to find as you leave Hogwarts. Once Remus quickly told you the nights events, he informed you that he told Sirius where to go, where he would be safe for at least a few nights

All that leads you to know. Grabbing a hand full of floo powder, you throw it into the fireplace in your quarters, quickly saying, “Saffen Cottege.”

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You arrive at your cottage and immediately step out of the fireplace. Your heart rate picks up as you realize in seconds or minutes you’re finally going to see him after all these years. And you're terrified of what you're going to find.

Slowly walking through the living room of the one floor home, you freeze as you hear a noise. Reaching into your back pocket, you take out your wand and hold it in your hand as you turn the corner to enter the kitchen.

There, sitting at the table with a bowl of something in front of him, is Sirius Black. Is your husband.

You lower your wand as tears fill your eyes. Your husband has always been a handsome man. Years of blood purity will do that to your genetics. 12 years ago he had an athletic build with muscle definition in every area. His hair was just about to his shoulders, slightly curly and as black as the night sky. You remember his gray eyes, so bright and full of life and mischief. How his pale skin was flawless except the many tattoos he donned.

The man now sitting at the table is anything but.

“S-Sirius?” You say quietly, not wanting to spook the man.

You watch as he freezes. The spoon full of what you think is soup halfway to his mouth and his body tense. You watch as it clatters onto the table, the contents spilling. The man at the table turns towards you and more tears freely fall.

Your E/C eyes meet gray and you watch as the man swallows. His whole body seems to fold into itself, trying to appear smaller as he looks at your appearance.

You know what he sees, what 12 years of losing your spouse has done to you. You're thinner than when you were in your twenties but still a healthy weight. Your H/C hair is now speckled with gray streaks and you have some wrinkles on your face. Teaching for the past 10 years at Hogwarts will do that to you.

“Y/N?” Sirius questions and you sob at hearing his voice for the first time in what feels like forever. “Are you really here? Is that really you?”

You can only nod, no words able to come out of your mouth. The man raises from the table and slowly walks towards you, him now not wanting to spook you.

The years have not been kind to him. You have imagined what he may look like in his thirties but this wasn’t it. So much thinner than he once was. His face shrunken and hollow with dark circles under his eyes. His black hair has gray and appears to be matted. His face is covered in dirt and jaw lined with stubble. He’s clothes are his prison attire and filthy, no doubt the only thing he’s worn in a long time.

He reaches his hand out tentatively, as if afraid you will disappear before he can touch you. Your hand meets his halfway and when your fingers touch, a damn bursts inside of him.

“You’re really here.” He sobs.

You can only nod and pull him into you, wrapping your arms around his waist as his come to do the same. So many years of not touching him and he’s finally here, in your arms. You just hold onto him, afraid that if you let you he’s not going to be real and this is all just going to be a nightmare. He feels so skinny, so skeletal under your hold. Your heart just continues to break.

The two of you stand like this for minutes. Neither one of you wanting to speak or let the other go. It isn’t until a noise is heard from another room that you pull away, your wand out.

“There might be a hippogriff in one of the bedrooms.” Sirius states, a mischievous look that you missed so much dancing in his eyes.

You laugh. You let out a fully belly laugh that you felt you haven’t done in ages.

“Then I guess we’ll have to head to other one.” You state, reaching out your hand again for him to take. “That is, if you’re finished eating.”

“I’ll go wherever you do.” He promises, taking your hand and allowing you to lead him from the kitchen and down the hall.

Your hand doesn’t let his go. You can hear the hippogriff and you're glad it’s in your guest bedroom as you open the door to yours. The room is the same as when you left it last. The queen bed sits in the middle with two bedside tables on either side. The curtains are drawn closed and the scent of cinnamon fills the room due to a charm you learned back in your 3rd year.

“How would you like a bath?” You question, turning to face your husband.

He doesn’t speak but nods, not letting go of your hand. You lead him through the room to another door and open it, revealing the bathroom. You turn the light on and walk toward the tub. You turn the water on and wait for it to reach the perfect temperature before closing the drain so the tub can fill.

You turn back to look at Sirius and see his gaze on the floor. You squeeze his hand lightly before letting go, walking to the sink and grabbing a washcloth and towel underneath it and set it on the toilet.

“I’ll wait in the bedroom while you bathe.” You speak softly, moving to leave the room.

Sirius suddenly grabs your arm and you stop, facing him and seeing the slight look of fear on his face.

“Do go.” He says, chewing on his bottom lip. A habit you learned 2nd year he does when he is nervous. “I - I don’t want to be alone.” He says quietly, gazing moving back to the floor.

“Then I won’t go anywhere.” You assure him.

You walk over to the toilet and sit atop the towels, closing your eyes to signal for him to undress. You hear the sound of him pulling his pants down and stepping out of them. You then hear the sound of his shirt hitting the floor before the slight splashing of water.

“You can open them now.” He says softly.

You do just that and look to see your husband sitting in the bath. You can’t help the gasp that escapes you. This lighting is brighter than the kitchen and now naked, you can see just how much damage Azkaban had done to your love.

His tattoos are not longer vibrant but rather dull against his even paler skin. Across his chest is a new one, indicating he’s a prisoner. His chest is sunken in and he’s so skinny you can see his ribs sticking out on either side. He appears to be a talking skeleton.

“Not as handsome as I once was huh?” He says self deprecatingly, a bitter laugh leaving his mouth.

“Stop that.” You scold, raising from your seat on the toilet only to kneel before him outside the tub. You reach into the water and grab his left hand, holding it with both of yours. “You’re always going to be the most handsome man to me. 12 years apart will not change that.” You reassure him.

He stared into your eyes, seeming to be searching for something. He shakes his head.

“12 years. 12 years of my life are gone. I missed out on life and all it had to offer. On Harry growing up. I missed out on 12 years we could have had together. And now I’m a 35 year old man who’s wanted for murders he didn’t commit.” He says bitterly.

You lean your head forward, resting your forward against his and close you eyes.

“Let’s not think about that right now.” You say, your heart finally breaking into two at the words he just uttered.

He feel him nod against you. You pull away and let him go, opting to just sit right outside the tub as he cleans himself.

You’re not going anywhere.

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Food in his stomach and now washed, you lead Sirius out of bathroom and back to the bedroom, hand once again in his. You pull the covers back and scooch in to lay in the middle so he can lie on the left side.

He follows your lead and gets in, a sigh leaving him at the feel of the comfortable mattress under his pained body. You turn to lay on your right side and just look at him, watching as he’s laying on his back, body tense and staring at the ceiling.

“Hey.” You start, reaching with your left hand to carefully guide his face towards yours. “I’m right here.”

His gray eyes seem so sad, so lost and your heart can’t take it. You bring your left leg up to drape it over his waist and move your left to bury it in his wet hair. You guide his head down to rest underneath your chin as you scratch the nape of his neck. He always loved when you did that both as Sirius and Padfoot.

You soon feel him begin to relax and shift his body so that he’s laying on his left side, now fully facing you. You feel his right arm move so it’s on top of your ribs and wrapped around you. He lets out a sigh and you move your head to press a gently kiss to his forehead.

“12 years are over Siri.” You whisper. “All we have now is forever.”

You then let your eyes close, and sleep takes you for your first peaceful night of sleep in 12 years.

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#Sirius black #Harry Potter #Harry potter imagines #Sirius black imagines #Sirius back x reader #fanfics #prisoner of azkaban #Azkaban #sirius in azkaban #Remus #Remus lupin

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

The Twelve Transformations of Bilbo Baggins

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Status: In-progress (7/14)

Tags: Quest of Erebor | magical transformation | Bilbo is an accident magnet | so done with magic | Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies | Dwarven Ones | Soulmates

Summary: Finding what he deemed as a puzzle box in the trolls’ hoard, Bilbo is subjected to twelve magical transformations all of different duration and abilities. Getting the dwarves to Erebor might not be as easy as he thought.

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New Chapter: Chapter 6- Head Full of Flowers

“So what brings you out here, Master Oakenshield?”

Thorin continued to play with the flower in his hand, and Bilbo felt his heart skip a beat wondering if he realized. Heaving a sigh, Thorin slowly lowered himself to the ground. Feeling weird at the newly established height difference, Bilbo sat down next to him. Thorin had a hand to his ribs, his face pinched, but he continued to breathe evenly through his nose. Bilbo decided not to ask him about it, and insult the dwarf’s pride. Besides, Bilbo could tell something was weighing on him.

“We never finished our conversation.” He stated.

“You mean where you were going to apologize, but never did?”

Thorin huffed as he raised a wry brow at the hobbit. “Can’t you just accept the attempt?”

“Was there an attempt?” 

That earned him a breathy laugh. 

“Very well then. Master Baggins, please accept my sincere apologies from a humble dwarf king.”

“I suppose. Even if it was heavy with sarcasm.”

For more of this chapter, please click the AO3 link above!

#sunny's wips #the hobbit #bagginshield #twelve transformations of bilbo baggins #magically transformed bilbo baggins

[wallet6464]

DRAGON X MACHO (OR SPIN KICKS AS I HAVE DECIDED TO CALL THE SHIP) 🐉 💳

This will just be me rambling about them and head cannons and stuff!

First off, why do I ship 'em?

-I genuinely think it would be a fun paring with the contrast between the two

-they have been in TWO games together (macho being champ In both)

-I just think macho would like his fun boyfriend and would think he is super sweet and adorable

-dragon needs more love

How I think they would start dating:

-I think dragon had the most obvious crush on macho thinking he was super cool

-Heike wingmanned the whole time since he could talk to macho (being in the world circuit after all)

-they acc enjoyed each other a lot and decided to acc start dating

ANYWAYS REAL HEADCANON TIME:

(With examples)

-Dragon has autism and macho doesn’t understand any of it but he still is supportive (example:)

Smm “why do you only buy dragon stuff here babe?”

Dragon “Oh dragons are my hyperfixation”

Smm “what the heck is that? Oh well doesn't matter. Here is $5000, buy every dragon here! love you babe”

Dragon “I love you too 宝贝“

(Drawing this in comic form eventually lol)

-CONSTANT BEACH DATES

dragon doesn’t mind tho he just likes to hang out with macho and macho loves to show him off and teach him how to surf (plus dragon gets to show off his cool dragon leg tattoos which is another headcannon i need to draw)

-they watch reality tv together and dragon loves to hear macho talk about the show and relationships in depth

Smm: “ that big Ed dude where do I start on HIM!”

Dragon: “um tell me his most infamous moment 宝贝”

Smm: *queue 90 day fiancé rant*

-dragon is spoiled rotten by macho, like down right decomposed rotten. dragon even mentions smth he wants and it’s his the next day

Dragon: “OMG THAT IS SO COOL” (probably a dragon figure)

Smm: “OMG YEAH BAE That’s so radical”

(already buying it on Amazon prime WITH next day delivery)

-like only Heike and soda know even though it’s really obv if people thought about it (and tbh if you asked macho he would so flex his “radical partner” or if you asked dragon he would gush about how amazing macho is as a boyfriend )

-GYM PARTNERS!!! Dragon helps macho on leg day and vice versa. Each of them are each other's spotter and motivate each other during sets.

Smm: “ PUMP IT BABE!! YOU GOT IT!!”

Dragon: “Focus 宝贝! I know you can do it!”

-dragon will climb on machos back randomly (he needs to be swears)

-Macho does Q and A live streams with dragon JUST off screen and ignores questions about him (he does a lil trolling)

Smm: “Welcome to another TUBULAR stream from SUPER MACHO MAN RAHH!”

“Give yours truly some questions dudes and dudettes”

(And Dragon just be Reading diary of a wimpy kid in the background) (is that a self projection onto dragon? Yes, it was but I’m not wrong)

-They Have a shared Spotify account and a shared playlist and they both connect their headphones and do smth together!

-on there shares Spotify their playlists would be named by macho and have really fun names (eg:)

EPIC RADICAL TUBULAR BEACH VIBES (macho’s personal playlist)

THE BAES TOTALLY SICK PLAYLIST (Dragon’s personal playlist)

AWESOME TOGETHER WITH THE BABE PLAYLIST (self explanatory)

-macho sleeps in bare minimum Pjs and dragon wears a full on dragon onesie

-they cook together but macho had a home chef as a kid so he kinda bad at it so dragon helps a lot and they have fun!

-Dragon LOVES to share his favourite Chinese dishes and macho demolishes it ALL

-play Roblox together (macho always convinces him play the dress up games but they still have fun)

Smm: “UGH who does SHE think she is getting a higher rating then my GNARLY outfit!!!”

Dragon: “ Your outfit is my favourite so it wins in my eyes!”

Smm: “thanks babe let’s beat these bogus outfits!”

OK THAT'S ALL OMG THIS IS SO LONG BUT I'M LOW KEY DELUSIONAL ABOUT SPINKICKS

if you read this far, thanks for listening to my crazy rambling about my rare pair! I love 'em so much and expect more spinkicks content in the future!

#punch out #punch out wii #super punch out #super macho man #dragon chan #spinkicks #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH HELP #🐉💳

[n0thingiscool]

Hot Takes From Troll Accounts - re: Breaking Bad and the MSM's General Influence on Populous Beliefs/Behaviors

Exhibit A) absurdly-“useful”

Except mainstream anything has an immediate influence on the masses hence why electing a pro Nazi rapist to office was fucking BAD for the population and the safety for women, POC, queer folk, and people with disabilities… ya goofy misdirecting troll account see you next tuesday. 😂

Exhibit B) wackweeder, grimeclown, and cactusseeds

No, to answer your question - grimeclown. But that’s kinda not really the focus.

*eyes rolling at cactusseeds* - tell me you work for media without telling me you work for media.

For wackweeder - you say “media illiterate” like that’s a bad thing. Lmfao. I prefer to put my limited time in reading published studies, reading historical books, interacting with people who value educational content (not you), taking STEM classes, and beating my ass up in fitness arenas than working on my “media literacy.” I have all my social media feeds to tell me shit I don’t care about in relation to mainstream television now, anyway. It’s not like I get to bury my head away from any of it as much as I would love to. But why the hell would I want to watch brain rot with what limited time I have on this planet. I rhetorically ask. Here’s the key response to your overall population influence illiteracy - media influences everything including drug usage. This is why most developed governments are so sensitive about tobacco and alcohol ads in the presence of children. It doesn’t generally matter how the shit is portrayed. If it did then Nancy Reagan’s “War on Drugs” TV specials would’ve had some positive effect on the masses. Hint… it didn’t.

https://academic.oup.com/alcalc/article/44/3/229/178279

Now - you can go ahead and make the argument that BB the show, itself, could’ve turned people away from using because there are zero studies to counter that argument but that’s disingenuous claim to make at best. Personally, I feel more comfortable looking at all the other numerous studies looking at drug and alcohol usage influenced through media, in general, and applying that data to the picture at hand because that is a rational thing to do.

For a lay example - why don’t news outlets publish suicide rates? Because it increases suicide. Just because it looks bad in the broad scheme doesn’t mean it has none or an anti-influence. That’s not how this works. I can think of other media influencing mob behavior: Flash mobs. The increase of street takeovers in a post Fast and Furious world. How little girls think they need to look like some twig on the runway. How little boys think they have to hide their emotions because the machismo men on their favorite shows do so. How Bhutan’s GNH (presumably - the documentation has all but vanished from online sources I had read from in the aughts - shoulda saved it back in the day…) fell after the introduction of Western Media. And so on…

People are easily influenced, man. They teach in journalism school (yes, I went) the average American reading and comprehension level is at the equivalent of the third grade. When you see mofos out there believing Q-Anon conspiracies without second guessing you know that fact isn’t far off. We’re not anywhere near as evolved a you want to believe.

Exhibit C) roadkillbuffet

I can’t tell if this is sarcasm or not but Breaking Bad was not the first gay kiss on television…

But also… if the comment isn’t sarcasm or a troll then - “but Breaking Bad was the first gay kiss on tv therefore if you’re calling a meth based television show out you are homophobic” - is a piss poor argument to make for the queer community. Of which I am in, btw.

If that were actually true and BB was the first show to validate queer relationships then how homophobic is Hollywood to take that first dive into validating queer lives in a show about meth? I’m going to guess this is a sarcasm response though. No one can be that off base… can they?

Exhibit D) "I can't read this" Cool. Go back to your basic memes.

#ask response #influence #influencer #media #behavior #mob rule

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

This is definitely one of my favorite IFs ever, I can't wait for the full release (when hopefully I'll get to absolutely destroy catalyst and turn him into a nice pasta :3)

One of the threads at the end does have me wondering tho, how WOULD the general public rank the members of the Altruists, just based on these first missions?

Oh? Anon #45? I thought you were banned from the thread because you posted 'Hit and Miss are too low ELO to fight these people' as if they don't have 45/34 ratio and have a higher rate of completing contracts..... I guess we allow any trolls here.....

"Uh oh we're crossing the streams of beating on Catalyst and enjoying pasta! (thank you! that's such high praise! I have no idea how long the full release will take but I'm working very hard)

At the current point in the story, the public haven't got to see properly what everyone can do, so the takes are going to be pretty inaccurate. (especially because Dime's performance so far could have varied a lot and the specialities have different amounts of spectacle)

They'd probably put it as something like this:

Most successful Paradigm (manhandling the Patrol, drawing with Surpass, mutations for being flashy) Architect (clearly competent, visually impressive and effective power, leader bump) Rampage (flashy power) Fracture (intimidating look, what-you-see-is-what-you-get otherwise) Least successful Paradigm (getting bodied by Surpass, struggling with Ranger etc.) Wyrd (unclear what their power actually is, but they tanked a superstrength punch) Ghoul (yet to be seen using their abilities)"

MODS MODS MODS MODS MODS MODS SOMEONE IS DERAILING THE HIT AND MISS THREAD!!!!!!!!!

#drink your villain juice #the cast (dyvj)

[liaromancewriter]

Valentine Memories

Premise: When Alan finds a box of childhood memorabilia, Cassie teases Ethan about his romantic past.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 1,625

A/N: This is based on an ask I received from @jerzwriter. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge To Be prompt "XOXO"; @choicesholidays Valentine's Day prompt "Be my valentine"; @choices-february2023, Day 14 prompt "Valentine's Day"; @choicesficwriterscreations Valentine's Day event.

It was a bright blue winter day with freshly fallen snow dotting the flat green landscape around Interstate 90. They left Boston late enough to avoid the weekend crowds heading off to ski lodges in the vicinity but early enough to make a day of it in Providence.

When the car turned toward I-95, the south-easterly sun’s harsh rays bounced off the windshield. Briefly blinded, Cassie Valentine pulled the visor down and silently cursed.

She meant to grab her sunglasses before leaving the apartment, but she’d overslept and had been in a rush. The last thing she wanted was for Ethan to give her a look that implied he hadn’t truly expected her to be ready on time.

The delectable Dr. Ramsey could be a real troll on occasion.

“Here.”

Cassie looked over to see Ethan holding out a pair of sunglasses with dark plastic lenses. His own were parked on the bridge of his nose, hiding his laser-blue eyes. So she wondered where these had come from. She arched one brow as she put them on, relieved when her eyes no longer squinted against the sun.

“You never seem to have a pair on you when you need them,” he explained, reading her thoughts perfectly. “I picked up a couple of cheap drugstore ones to keep in the car.”

Annoyed at his superior tone, Cassie harrumphed and folded her arms, only to unfold them seconds later as she chuckled at the implication. This wasn’t the first time she’d forgotten her glasses, so she really couldn’t blame Ethan.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” She shook her head in amusement.

“Top of the class, Valentine,” he drawled.

Cassie rolled her eyes and turned up the volume instead, singing along to the chorus of The Black Keys’ Wild Child.

They drove in companionable silence towards his childhood home for Ethan’s monthly visit to see his father. Cassie had insisted on coming even though she had made plans to go couch shopping with Bryce. Her friend understood the last-minute notice.

The more their relationship progressed, the more she was determined to make Ethan stop compartmentalizing their lives. Visiting Alan was an important part, especially since Ethan was heartily welcomed into her own family.

As they neared Providence, Ethan exited the interstate and joined traffic winding through the city streets. The scenery outside gradually changed from gentrified neighborhoods to middle-class subdivisions until he turned down a familiar road.

This part of town was older, the streets lined with modest houses, all a bit worse for wear, snow covering pitched roofs and small yards. Cassie spied four young boys in a small park up ahead, throwing snowballs at each other, their laughter ringing through the air.

“Did you ever do that?” she asked, tilting her head to indicate the boys.

Ethan followed her gaze, and his face softened in nostalgia. “As much as possible. You can’t live in New England and not have snowball fights.”

As they neared his father’s house, he slowed the car and parked along the curb.

“My friends and I would pray for a snow day,” Ethan continued, switching off the ignition, his eyes still on the boys. “And when we got one, we spent all day outside building a snow fort and engaging in all-out war. We had complicated hand signals and code words, the whole shebang.”

“Max and I always save the first snowball fight for Tony. Team Double Trouble, you know.” She grinned wickedly. “If he can beat us, he can join a twin activity. Otherwise, it’s Twin Time, Butt Out.”

She laughed in recollection as they exited the car. “Tony hasn’t managed to beat us yet, much to his chagrin.”

Alan must have been watching out for them. Cassie saw him come outside on the porch, rubbing his arms against the cold temperatures. Ethan walked around the front of the car to join her on the sidewalk, taking her hand in his.

“Welcome, welcome,” Alan greeted as they walked up the short steps.

Father and son hugged briefly while Cassie took Alan’s outstretched hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s get out of the cold,” Alan said, waving his hand to have her precede him, with Ethan bringing up the rear. “Had a feeling you’d be near, so I put on a fresh pot of coffee.”

Cassie and Ethan took off their winter boots inside the door, hung up their winter coats in the hallway closet and joined Alan in the living room.

The scent of brewed coffee and lemon furniture polish hung in the air, making Cassie’s nose twitch in appreciation. The furniture was old but well cared for, and there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere.

She always liked how Ethan’s place was neat and tidy. It looked like this was another trait he had inherited from his father.

Soon they were enjoying their coffee and cookies. Alan caught them up on his happenings, and they did the same. When the talk turned to Ethan’s relatives, Cassie leaned her head on Ethan’s shoulder and settled in to enjoy this glimpse into his life.

A short while later, Alan got up from his seat, reached behind the armchair and lifted a cardboard box off the floor. Ethan’s name was scrawled on the outside in black marker.

“I was cleaning out the attic and came upon this box of your old stuff,” he said, setting the box down on the coffee table. “Thought you might want to go through it, son, and see if there’s anything you want to take back to Boston.”

Brows furrowed, Ethan lifted the flaps slowly. “I’m sure it’s nothing worth keeping.”

“Not so fast, babe,” Cassie cut in, reaching in to grab a thick folder. “Ethan’s report cards, grades one to three,” she read out loud. “Pay dirt.”

Ethan tried to grab the folder, but she simply moved her hand out of reach. She quickly scanned a couple of report cards and nodded in confirmation. She looked over the top of the folder, her green eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Gold stars? Not surprising,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. “But it says here, ‘Highly intelligent. Needs to think before speaking.’”

“It does not say that,” he protested, swallowing back the rest when she shoved the report card in front of his face, the words clearly written in red pen. “Oh.”

“Never had to worry about his grades,” Alan told Cassie, smiling as his eyes tracked between her and Ethan. “However, I can’t tell you how many parent-teacher meetings ended with, ‘Mr. Ramsey, your son is a gifted student, but he needs to learn to show more respect to his fellow classmates and teachers.’”

Alan mimicked the last, making Ethan utter “Christ!” under his breath and pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah…,” Cassie mused, tapping one finger against her lips as she watched Ethan with a considering look. “That sounds about right. He might be Chief Ramsey now, but his people skills haven’t improved.”

Alan winked conspiratorially at Cassie and picked up the tray with their used coffee cups and plates to carry into the kitchen.

Ethan snatched the file out of her hands and shoved it back inside the box a little too forcefully, causing a thick paper pink card to pop up from the folds. He groaned when Cassie’s eyes lit up, and she tugged the card out before he could stop her.

“Did you make this Valentine’s Day card in class?” Cassie teased, turning the card over, glitter shimmering on her fingertips. “How come you never made me one?”

“You don’t celebrate the thing, remember?” he said, shoving his fingers through his hair. “Certainly makes my life easier, having a girlfriend that doesn’t want the fuss or muss.”

“Au contraire, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie scoffed, flipping the card open. “I expect both the fuss and muss, just not on the Day That Shall Remain Nameless. You have three hundred and sixty-four days—three sixty-five during a Leap Year—to spoil me rotten.”

She guffawed when she read the message inscribed in purple pen, more glittery hearts sprinkled inside. “Dear Ethan. Please be my valentine. I heart you. So much. XOXO. Melanie.”

Cassie looked up from the card and shared a teasing glance with Alan, who walked back into the room and sat down in the armchair.

She schooled her features and threw Ethan a disgruntled look. “You’ve been holding out on me, babe. Who’s this floozy Melanie? And why does she think she can put the moves on my man?”

“The hell if I know,” Ethan growled. “I don’t even know what grade this is from.”

Cassie examined the card. “Based on the style, glitter usage and mix of cursive and block writing, third or fourth grade would be my guess.”

“Another thing Ethan was never short of,” Alan added, nodding sagely, chin propped on the heel of his hand. “The stories I could tell you about girls dropping by the house, calling at all hours, trying to get his attention. There are probably a few Valentine’s Day cards tucked inside that box. ”

“Not helping, Dad.” Agitated, Ethan shoved off the couch and towered over her, hands on his hips. “And what the hell, Cassie? I didn’t even know you then!”

Ethan knew he’d just been had when Cassie and his dad shared a look and then burst into laughter. She clutched her belly and doubled over, her body shaking with mirth, gasping for air with tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Ethan did the only thing he could think of to shut her up. He tugged her off the couch and into his arms, framed her face between his hands, and kissed the laughter away.

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Learn To Love Again - Chapter Fifteen: Sex Tape

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: You have a hard time letting go. Pietro helps you out. An exploration of kink with Pietro Maximoff. Each chapter from chapter 2 onwards will be a different kink.

Chapter Summary: After a violation of your privacy, you and Pietro decide to take control of your own lives.

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3444

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Notes: Big warning for leaked video of reader and Pietro having sex, privacy violation, internet trolls, a bit of crying, overstimulation, neck grabbing

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You were wearing Pietro’s hoody. Your hair was still damp from swimming, and he’d noticed you shivering. It smelt like him.

He was standing beside you now in the lab at the Avengers compound. The drone you’d found was scattered in pieces across the desk, and Tony was turning a section of it over in his hands.

“Looks like a pretty standard surveillance drone, with cloaking capabilities. Probably military issue,” he said.

You frowned at him. “What was it doing there?”

“Beats me. Surveilling, probably. You crazy kids gonna tell me what you were up to on my balcony?”

You looked at Pietro, and he grimaced back at you. You could tell Tony was about to say something else, but FRIDAY interrupted.

“Mr Stark, I have an important update. It’s something that Ms Y/L/N and Mr Maximoff need to see.”

Your mouth went dry. “What is it?”

A holographic screen popped up. “This video was posted onto various social media platforms four minutes ago.”

Your stomach sank as the video appeared on the screen. It was you and Pietro in the hot tub, obviously recorded by the drone. It must’ve been transmitting as well as recording.

You were straddling him, hands buried in his hair, murmuring something into his ear. He was clinging to you like a life buoy.

Although you couldn’t see what was going on under the water, it was pretty obvious that you were riding him from the way your body was moving. Your hands came up to grip the sides of his face and pulled him into a hard kiss. He was holding onto your hips, thrusting into you, and you grabbed his shoulders to keep your balance.

You couldn’t look. Your stomach was churning.

You turned to Pietro, and he was staring right back at you. The anxious crease of his forehead brought you back into the room. Tony was on the phone with someone, yelling at them about getting the video pulled. You were sure in normal circumstances he’d be ribbing the two of you for having sex in his hot tub, but now wasn’t the time for that. The world was swimming around you.

“Pietro?!” Wanda called out as she rushed into the room.

“Did you see it?” you asked, and she grimaced back at you.

“Unfortunately, yes. People on the internet thought it would be funny to tag me in it,” she said. Pietro said nothing. He was still staring at the screen, even though the video was no longer playing. “At least… At least you can’t see anything? And there’s no audio.”

She had a point. All of the action took place under the water, out of sight. Your boobs had been covered the whole time. Small mercies. But it didn’t stop the feeling like you were sinking.

Tears pricked at your eyes. “Call me if anything else happens,” you said to Tony and then turned to the door. Pietro didn’t follow you as you left the lab. That was fine. You needed a moment to breathe.

Part of you wanted to cry, but an equally big part of you wanted to punch something, so you let your feet carry you down to a training room. You hung up a punchbag and hit it until you were out of breath and drenched with sweat. Your lungs burned, but it felt good.

“You’re not imagining that’s me, are you?” came Pietro’s voice from just behind you, and you almost jumped out of your skin.

“Of course not,” you said breathlessly. “Why would I?”

He shrugged, not meeting your eyes. “It was my stupid idea to go in the hot tub.”

“Piet…” You watched him carefully as you unwrapped your hands. “This isn’t your fault. You know that, right?” Again, he just shrugged. You walked over to him and put one hand on his cheek. It was cold to the touch. “Were you outside?”

“I did a few laps of the compound. I needed to clear my head.”

You cupped his cheek and turned his face towards you, forcing him to look in your eyes. “Are you okay?” He looked on the verge of tears.

“I’m fine,” he lied.

You frowned, swiping your thumb over his cheek. “Okay. I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk about it.”

You went back over to the punchbag, but as you tried to take it down, a sharp pain flared in your shoulder. “Fuck.”

Pietro was by your side in an instant, one hand resting on your waist. “What happened? What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing. I just…” You winced. “I think I strained my shoulder a little. Got a bit overzealous with the punching. I was running on pure adrenaline, I didn’t even feel it.”

Pietro’s fingers instinctively smoothed up your arm. You let him stroke the area around the scar, frowning. He very gently pressed down.

“Does that hurt?”

“Not really.”

“Good. Do you want to come lay down with me?”

“I need to tidy up my-” Before you had even got the sentence out, Pietro had cleared away all of the equipment you’d been using.

His arm wrapped around your waist firmly. “May I?”

“Of course.”

The world spun for a moment, and then you were in Pietro’s room. He was down to just his boxers in moments, but you resisted the urge to strip.

“I need to wash my hair,” you said.

“Can’t it wait?” he whined, stroking your hip.

“It’s all chlorine-y. It’s making my scalp itch.”

Pietro let out a long-suffering sigh, but kissed your cheek. “Of course, prinţesă.”

You took your time in the bathroom. The hot water felt good against your skin, loosening up the tension in your muscles. It would be okay. It was all going to be okay.

When you were done, you changed into your pyjamas and put Pietro’s hoody back on. You found Pietro sitting on the edge of the bed, but as soon as he saw you, he got to his feet very quickly. Too quickly.

“What’s up?” you asked. You realised that he was holding your phone.

“You were… getting a lot of notifications.”

“Let me see.” You held out your hand to take your phone, but Pietro hesitated.

“I don’t know if you should. You know what the internet is like. Full of assholes.”

“Just give me my phone, Piet.”

Reluctantly, he handed it to you. Sure enough, all of your social media apps were flooded with notifications. You sat down on the edge of the bed as you scrolled through them.

A lot of people had posted the video and tagged you and Pietro in it. There were plenty of deleted posts – you assumed Tony had been somewhat successful in getting stuff removed – but more kept popping up. There was no way this was going away.

Then came the comments. Some were defending you, telling people to delete the posts, as they were an invasion of your privacy, but there were many that were worse.

People were calling you every bad name under the sun. You were a slut, you were a whore, you were easy, why were you fucking in a hot tub, Pietro is so hot he can do so much better than you.

There were thirst tweets. People fawning over you, or Pietro, or both of you. Some graphically describing what they wanted to do to you, or what they were doing to themselves. A few saying that they wanted to be sandwiched between you.

‘she’s such a domme, look at the way she’s pulling his hair #unf’

‘i can’t lipread that well but i think she’s saying “mine”’

‘wish she’d pull my hair’

One user had posted the video with the caption ‘I TOLD YOU SO’. Their account was dedicated to proof that you and Pietro were dating. Some of it was at least factually accurate – photos of the two of you together, the way you looked at each other, sightings in public where you were standing a little close to be just friends – and some was fanciful nonsense – you were secretly married, you had a kid, you were sleeping with half of the Avengers – but the gist was right. You were dating. Everyone knew it now.

Pietro’s hand on your lower back made you jump. You had almost forgotten he was here with you.

“Prinţesă,” he murmured, “while you were in the shower, I was thinking that I need to say something. Take back control of the narrative, you know? So I wrote this tweet. What do you think?”

He passed you his phone so you could see what he’d written.

It has been a long year. I almost lost you. You are the only thing that has made this bearable. I love you, my prinţesă.

Attached were four pictures. The first was a candid picture that Pietro had taken of you. You were leaning against a balcony at the tower, drink in hand, the sunset behind you, bathing you in warm golden light. Your eyes were closed, but you were smiling.

“That is my favourite picture of you,” said Pietro. “You look so happy.”

The second was the two of you dancing at Pietro and Wanda’s birthday party. You were wearing a hoody and no shoes, so it must’ve been after you’d snuck off to have sex. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, your face close to his. He had a crooked smile on his face as he looked down into your eyes.

“We’re disgustingly cute.” You chuckled softly.

The third picture was another candid. It was the morning, your hair was a mess and you were wearing Pietro’s t-shirt and some baggy sweatpants. You were in the kitchen at the compound, holding a bowl of cereal with one hand, and shielding yourself from the camera with the other. You were laughing.

The final one was of the two of you sparring during training. You had him pinned to mat with one knee on his chest. From your expression, you were clearly gloating. One of his hands was wrapped around your wrist.

“What do you think?” asked Pietro. When you looked up, you could see the nervousness in his eyes.

“I like it,” you said. “It’s sweet.”

“You’re okay with me posting it?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“What I want…” He shuffled closer to you. “Is to let the world know that you’re mine.”

Heat flared in your cheeks. You leant into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You watched him hit post on his phone. Notifications started popping up instantly. You pulled out your own phone.

“Come here,” you murmured, pressing your cheek against his. His stubble scratched against your skin. You took a selfie of the two of you, and then attached it to a tweet that said:

Yes, I bagged the most eligible bachelor in the Avengers. Cry more.

“A little confrontational,” said Pietro, sounding amused. “But it gets the point across.”

As soon as you’d sent the tweet, you put your phone on airplane mode. Pietro followed suit. You knelt up and straddled his lap.

“Now let’s hope no one bothers us for a little while.”

*

When you awoke a few hours later, Pietro wasn’t curled around you the way he usually was. You rolled over to find him sitting up against the headboard, frowning at his phone.

“Babe?” you mumbled, and he almost dropped his phone in his haste to put it down. “What are you doing?”

Guiltily, he turned his phone over. He’d been watching the video. The video. “I can’t stop looking.”

“What?”

He grimaced and put his phone down on the nightstand. “I don’t know. It’s strange. It makes me angry that someone would do that to us. And a little scared. Because we don’t know who is responsible. But also it’s so hot.”

“You like watching us have sex?”

“Of course I do.” He rolled over to face you. “You look so hot when you’re coming apart on my cock. When it’s recorded I can rewind and watch you cum over and over again.”

You flushed, and rested a hand on his thigh. His bare cock was half-hard, inches from your fingertips.

“We could make our own sex tape,” you said softly. “One that’s just for us. The world doesn’t get to see.” Pietro’s eyes were wide as he stared back at you. “Do you want that?”

“Prinţesă, I’m so hard for you right now.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it’s a yes.”

You pulled back the covers, revealing both of your naked bodies. You leant across him and picked up his phone again, handing it to him. As you shuffled down his body, Pietro raised the phone and began recording.

*

You look up at the camera through your lashes as you drag your tongue up the length of Pietro’s cock.

“Mm, fuck,” Pietro murmurs from behind the camera. His free hand finds its way into your hair, tugging on it as you flick your tongue over the head. “Look at you. Are you gonna be a good little slut for me, prinţesă?”

In lieu of a response, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck. Pietro lets out a deep groan.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He grips your hair a little tighter as you sink down, taking him deeper into your mouth. His hand drops from your hair to your chest, cupping your bare breast and pinching at your nipple. You moan around him, and his hips twitch in pleasure.

You pull back suddenly, letting his cock drop out of your mouth, and he lets out a noise of disappointment, but it’s quickly overtaken by a moan as you nuzzle at his balls. Your tongue laves over his ballsack, and the camera becomes unsteady, shaking in Pietro’s trembling hand.

His cock is resting on your face as you lick and suck on his balls. Little sparks of electricity dance from your lips, and Pietro almost drops the phone.

“You have no idea what you do to me, pretty girl.” Pietro’s voice is husky, thick with lust.

“You’re so easy, Piet,” you murmur, nuzzling at his cock again. “I’ve got you entirely at my mercy.”

Pietro moves suddenly, and then his hand is wrapped around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but the threat is implicit.

“Is that right, prinţesă? You think you’re in control?”

“Pietro,” you whimper. He shifts his hand so that he’s cupping your chin instead. He presses his thumb past your lips, and your eyes fall closed.

“That’s better. You’re just my dumb little whore, aren’t you?”

“I’m your dumb little whore,” you mumble.

“You know what happens to dumb little whores who run their mouths?” You shake your head, looking up at the camera with pleading eyes. “They get their mouths fucked.”

Pietro’s hand slides back into your hair and pulls your face down onto his cock again. You let your mouth fall open, willingly taking him in. He stands his phone up on his stomach so that he can grab your hair with both hands and fuck your throat.

You gag around him, clinging to his hips as he does so, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Good girl,” Pietro mutters. Your eyes are watering now. “Good fucking girl.” He thrusts into your mouth twice more, spilling his seed onto your tongue. The camera falls over, plunging everything into darkness for a moment.

When the picture returns, you are sitting in Pietro’s lap, and he’s stroking your back soothingly.

“Open,” he commands, and your lips part to reveal a mouthful of cum. “Swallow.” You do as he tells you.

The video cuts, and when it returns, it is a little later. You’re lying on your back with your legs spread, and the camera is between your thighs, filming your pussy closely. Pietro’s thumb is rubbing small, easy circles on your clit.

“You did so good for me, prinţesă,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl. I think you’ve earned a reward.” He spreads your pussy open with two fingers, and you let out a soft whimper. “That’s it. Good girl. So wet for me.”

His middle finger probes at your entrance, and your pussy practically sucks it in as it presses inside you. Your stomach muscles tremble at the sensation.

“This is my favourite part. Watching you fall apart for me.” He pushes a second finger into you and your back arches off the bed. “I want to taste you. Here.”

He passes you the phone. The video now shows Pietro between your legs, one hand on the outside of either thigh, pressing them tight against his ears. His eyes are closed, and his expression is soft and dreamlike, as if he’s in some kind of trance as he eats you out.

“Pietro,” you moan, and one of his hands slides up over your pubic bone to rest on your lower stomach.

“Tell me what you want, prinţesă.”

He dives back in and lets out a soft hum of pleasure, and you buck your hips in response.

“Your fingers- Please- Fuck me.”

Pietro doesn’t need to be told twice. He presses two fingers inside you, and you let out another moan. As he fingerfucks you, the wet sound of your arousal mingles with your moans. From the way your legs are trembling, you’re close.

Pietro doesn’t let up for even a second. He’s using his powers now, vibrating his tongue over your clit. His hand is a blur as he plunges his fingers in and out of you. You drop the phone, but he grabs it, turning it towards you just in time for you to throw your head back in pleasure, your orgasm sweeping through you.

“Fuck, fuck, Piet!” Your hips are grinding down to meet his face. He doesn’t stop until you’re a writhing, whimpering mess.

When he withdraws his fingers, he films a close-up of your pussy. It’s clenching with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Look at that,” he murmurs. “Such a perfect little pussy. And all mine.”

There’s another cut, and then the camera is set up on the nightstand. You are on your knees, facing the camera with your weight resting on your elbows. Pietro climbs up behind you and puts his hands on your hips.

When he presses into you, you moan loudly. You fall forward, leaning your face against the mattress, but Pietro grabs your hair, pulling you upright.

“Look at the camera,” he murmurs, and you do. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, little whimpering moans falling from your lips as Pietro hits that spot deep inside you. “Who do you belong to, prinţesă?”

“I’m yours, Pietro,” you gasp, staring directly into the camera.

He slaps your ass. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.” The word devolves into a moan as Pietro pulls your head back and buries his face into your neck from behind. His body is pressed against yours, touching you everywhere. You’re both slick with sweat and cum and your eyes are watering again.

“I’m close,” Pietro mutters, the words muffled by the skin of your neck.

“Cum inside me,” you moan. “Please. I need you.”

Pietro’s body stutters, pounding into you so hard that his hips become a blur. His moans are low and rough as he clings to you for dear life. When he’s finished, he collapses on top of you.

Another cut. Pietro is holding the camera now, just inches from your pussy as his cum drips out of you. His thumb is vibrating over your clit and the only sound is your gasping moans.

“Come on, prinţesă,” he coos. “Give me one more. You can manage one more, yes?”

“I- I can’t.”

The camera pans back a little. Your face is wet with tears, and your fingers are twisted into the fabric of the bedsheets.

Instead of answering, Pietro leans in and wraps his lips around your clit.

“Fuck,” you whine, gripping his hair and holding him in place. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

Your pussy pulses around nothing, and more of Pietro’s cum drips out of you. Pietro keeps on sucking until you stop shaking. When he finally lets you go, your breathing is ragged. He focuses the camera on the heaving of your chest for a moment, before panning up to your face.

Your eyelashes are stuck together with tears. Your expression is distant, blissed out and dreamy.

“You okay, dragă?” His hand comes up to smooth your hair out of your face. You nod, letting your eyes fall closed. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

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Notes: I promise I will let you and Pietro get that vacation soon.

Next Chapter: Temperature Play - Ice

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Bllk boys playing genshin!

Warnings: some quest spoilers for genshin

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ISAGI YOICHI (潔 世一)

He's the very rare traveler main! Specifically aether

Mainly uses electro or dendro aether for the elemental reactions

He doesn't understand why people don't use traveler a lot, he thinks being able to switch elements at will is very useful and versatile

SUCKS at dodging, he literally depends on his zhongli's shield to keep him alive

Speaking of zhongli, he lost his 50/50 to keqing on his banner, homeboy later spent hours grinding for primos, he deadass refuses to whale at all

He also might have sacrificed keqing at qingyun peak multiple times

Luckily, the peepaw came home after 30 more pulls

He's pretty netural when it comes to co-op, so long as you don't take his materials without permission (bachira is an exception)

He LOVES the new TCG event, he's got all the character cards and won nearly every single match in a span of a week

He also does co-op challenges with the others, they range from waverider races to stuff like "who dies first while fighting _____" competitions or "beat azdaha without a shield or healing" challenge

Bachira came up with the last one specifically for him

Low key hates fighting the cryo cube, the fruits you gotta hit to break the shield are a pain in the ass (i'm not self-projecting here i swear)

BACHIRA MEGURU (蜂楽 廻)

A hutao and yoimiya main!

He enjoys looking at yoimiya's idle animations and spams her normal attacks just so he could see her do those little flips

Probably learned hu tao's dance and song by heart so every now and then while playing he'll go:

“大丘丘病了，二丘丘瞧～”

“三丘丘采药，四丘丘熬～”

He plays in CN dub but with JP subtitles

Still messes up a little on the pinyin pronouncination but he's trying

He also relates to hu tao since they were both considered weirdos by everyone (bachira's hu tao kinnie era guys)

Has considered cosplaying a character before

Loves exploring! Has every area at 100% exploration rate and all statues at level 10 somehow??

Always forgets that he's a pyro main and that grass exists so he basically almost dies standing on burning grass (can someone please get him a healer or a shield.)

Trolls other people in co-op by doing shit like the "disco disco party party" thing or using jean to yeet people

But other than that, he's actually very helpful with exploring and finding chests

Also steals materials from isagi

Sometimes forgets how to glide and ends up dying from fall damage (me too bachira me too)

CHIGIRI HYOMA (千切 豹馬)

Ningguang main chigiri ningguang main chigiri ningguang main chigiri-

He first got her on the beginner's banner she's been on his team ever since, definitely has her c6

You can't tell me that he wouldn't decorate his teapot bc he WOULD

And it's decorated so nicely too, he's even got a whole area dedicated to the animals he caught

Started playing after bachira said the landscapes were pretty but then he got invested into the lore (he watches those genshin theory videos too)

Enjoys taking photos of the landscapes and his characters, he once accidentally clicked on his diluc's skill while taking a photo and proceeded to laugh at how cursed it looked

Doesn't like solving the puzzles in inazuma and enkanomiya tho so he just google searches the solutions

Randomly makes cracked theories about khaen'riah, it happens so often no one can tell if he's being serious or not

Absolutely hates paimon's voice, he'll throw off his headphones whenever paimon starts talking and go "stfu paimon" like calm down

HATES the spectors with all his heart

He also likes collecting items in the open world, has over 2k of each of them

Might have spent a bit of money on welkin but that's as far as he'll go

Idk why but he strikes me as the type to mainly use bow or catalyst users bc of the range

Is very good at aiming and dodging, has laughed at isagi struggling while they were fighting azdaha

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE (國神 錬介)

The man somehow got a qiqi on the beginner's banner, he read her backstory, felt bad, and decided to main her

And no, his qiqi is not a healer or support, she's a full blown physical DPS

And her build is no joke either, he once made her do 200k damage while fighting the new scaramouche boss like kunigami wtf are you feeding her??

If there's a boss you can't beat, just call him to co-op and his zombie child will carry

Is another lore invester

Chigiri once sent him a video explaining enkanomiya lore and they later spent hours discussing about it

Got emotional at the tsurumi island and kazari quest, maybe at the dainsleif chasm quest too

Also levels up all his character's friendship to 10 to get their name cards

Has read all of his character's stories out of boredom

Completed ALL of his world quests, doesn't skip the dialogue in case he misses something important

Does hangout quests, beidou was his favourite one

Can never see hilichurls the same anymore after the chasm archon quest, all this time he's been killing cursed, innocent people? He feels so guilty

His luck when it comes to the gacha is literally phenomenal, the guy has never lost a 50/50 in his life

He's very skilled at controling his waverider and comes out at the top during waverider races

He's also good in fishing too, he manages to always stay within the moving bar

He plays spiral abyss often and would have 36 stars if it weren't for the last few floors being such a pain in the ass

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#blue lock #blue lock headcanons #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #chigiri hyoma #kunigami rensuke #{akano_writes}

[heejayy]

Baby love

Warning • none

Genres • fluff

Pairing • Yang Jungwon x Black Reader

Synopsis • Jungwon confesses his feeling for his pretty neighbor.

A/n: I disappeared for a month and I am so sorry! 😭😭

Jungwon has had his eyes on you ever since you moved next door. Which has been about 5 years, 4 months, 17 days, 12 hours and 13 seconds…but who’s counting? Today is the day he chose to confess his feelings to you. He believes it’s been long enough and that he should come clean before someone snatches you up.

He nervously stood in front of his mirror in his freshly ironed outfit with a bouquet of Baby’s breath in hand.

“Hey y/n I was meaning to ask you— no would you like to go out with me? No! That sounds too boring come on Jungwon be original!” He let out a frustrated huff as he tinkered with his outfit for the hundredth time “This has to be perfect Jungwon.”

After mustering up enough courage he made his over to your house and as soon as he knocked on the door his heart drop to his stomach and he forgot every detail. To make matters worse your older brother opened the door with an annoyed look on his face but it was quickly replaced with an amused one.

“How can I help you jungwon?” He asked with a teasing tone in his voice along with a devilish smirk.

“I um can I speak to y/n?” heat rose to his cheeks as he said your name.

“Mmm sure” your brother opened the door far enough so Jungwon could walk in.

“Y/n! Your little boyfriend is here!” Jungwon cheeks grew even warmer as your brother evilly giggle. At this rate he’s going to sweat he believed he would sweat right through his outfit.

“She’ll be down any second” you brother informed him as he took a seat on the couch. Your brother was determined not to miss this show. As the minutes went by it felt like hours for jungwon, he waited for you and by now all 4 of your siblings found there way down stairs pretending to be occupied.

“What do you want ass face?!” You stomped downstairs not in the mood to put up with his nonsense today. “I’m not cooking I don’t feel- oh!” You reached the living room to see your (crush) best friend and instantly regretted your outburst.

“Oh uh hi jungwon” you mentally cursed your brother for not warning you. You literally look like a troll, the resemblance is uncanny and you can’t believe Jungwon is seeing you like this.

“Can I talk to you—“ he glanced at your family then back at you “in private please?” he pleaded with innocent eyes.

“Oh of course come on” you lead him upstairs to your room and closed the door, but not before checking down the hall to see if anyone followed.

You motioned towards the furry bean bag chairs Jungwon gifted you when you moved in. You both took a seat and that’s when you realized he was holding flowers.

“Oh those are pretty who are they for?”

“Oh they’re for you” he smiled handing them over.

“Oh they’re gorgeous how’d you know I like baby’s breath?” He grinned shrugging. “You mentioned it once or twice.” You smiled admiring the flowers. You actually didn’t he just stalked your Pinterest account and found a bored dedicated to your favorite things. But in the end they were beautiful.

“Why’re giving me flowers though? It’s not my birthday neither our friend anniversary? Is it?!” You mildly panicked but he placed his hand on yours to calm you.

“No no! I came to confess—“ he suddenly paused as if that wasn’t suppose to come out.

“Confess?” Your heart began to beat a little faster.

“I uh well I have been fond of you for a while now…and I thought it was time I had told you I like you…” your eyes widened with such sudden news. You liked him but you never knew he felt the same way.

“You like me like me?” You repeated hoping your weren’t dreaming. Knowing you need the extra confirmation he nodded as he fiddled with his fingers.

“I hope that you feel the same way or else I’m gonna go home crawl under my blankets and feel like a complete fool” he let out a nervous chuckle as his rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants.

“Well there’s no need to do that silly because I very much like you back. A lot actually” you smiled and hearing those words from you made Jungwon melt.

“Well that’s good to hear!” you giddily stood up and sat the bouquet on your dresser “come here” you motioned with opened arms. He stood up slowly making his way over to you. You pulled him into a big bear hug swaying him from side to side breathing in his sweet smelling cologne.

“Next time you confess something make sure I’m not looking like I’ve been hit with a semi truck” he chuckled.

“Noted.”

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(Extra)

“Mom! mom!! Y/n has a boy in her room!” Your siblings yelled panting running out of breath as they snitch on you.

“Oh that nice boy that lives next door? Hmm what’s his name again?” She pondered as she snapped her fingers “ oh, Jungwon! Yes,don’t worry about him I trust him he’s a good boy” she smiled as she finish setting the dinner table.

“Now get ready for dinner and tell your sister he can stay too” They all shared annoyed looks mumbling how that it’s unfair you can have a boy in your room.

#enhypen imagines #jungwon x reader #enhypen x black reader #jake x black reader #enhypen heeseung #Niki fluff #enhypen fluff #jungwon fluff #x black reader #heeseung imagines #Sunghoon imagines #sunoo x black reader #jake imagines #sunoo imagines #Jay imagines #Jay x black reader

[rocksibblingsau]

Hey! I wanted to ask if you had any ideas on currency for rock and pop trolls. (I think pop trolls would be the type to exchange services on goods while rock trolls have some form of money)

Also sorry you’re going through writers block :(, hope you get through it soon!

Currency is the bane of my existence because trolls apparently must have some sort of currency because Rosiepuff 'plays for the money'. I do enjoy them having a barter system for some things, though their market seems to have reached a level of industrialization in The Beat Goes On/Trollstopia (Having factories and fast fashion) that would likely be a little difficult to manage. One example is Smidge's stoutberry juice business. It pops up and the crowd moves so fast on it that I imagine having to barter for a single glass of juice for every person would be a bit more difficult than bartering for weekly groceries. We don't see her exchanging it for anything in the episode but she does explicitly refer to it as a 'business' that would be jeopardized by competition, so she is gaining something from it.

I also think 'favors' would make things a bit difficult especially during their time at the troll tree. Imagine making a huge deal only for them to get eaten before you can collect.

A friend of mine has them using jellybeans as currency, which I find on brand and hilarious.

Honestly I could see Pop Trolls having 'money' but it works a bit differently. Money is paper based and anyone can make it at any point they wish. On it, rather than numbers or pictures of troll-ified presidents is nice words. Everyone has different takes on it and the more heartfelt the words written on it increases its value. This would mean you couldn't just mass produce it, because it wouldn't be heartfelt and so it wouldn't be worth much.

Since they're personalized, unlike our money you can't take the money you were just given and use it to pay someone else. As you can imagine you'd be buried in 'money' fast so that's what the bank would be for. Holding on to all your lovely money so you could read it any time.

I also imagine that this would be why canon Branch would want to harvest his own supplies so much! He never made his own 'money' and at the time there likely wouldn't have been anyone who would have accepted it because it wouldn't have seemed sincere. After his colors came back I imagine he made some and was a bit worried if it would be worth anything, but every time he used it everyone could tell it was worth a lot because he put a lot of effort into trying it, so most places gave him extras of whatever he was trying to buy.

These would have definitely been popular during their time under Trollstice. A perfect pick me up to sit and read over all the kind notes!

Rock Trolls I could see having a money system closer to ours, as they're a LOT more industrialized than TBGO Pop Trolls and we know they have some sort of 'pay' concept since Barb tells Riff "I don't pay you to hear."

Since Riff replies that he's not being paid, he's doing it for college credits, it would also imply that they don't have a barter system, as doing it for college credits would be virtually the same as receiving a 'favor' so there would be no reason to clarify that.

The only difference is I imagine their economy isn't in shambles. Riff isn't buried in student loans.

Of all the tribes to most likely exchange favors, I could see it being Country.

The intermingling of tribes would probably create the need for a standard currency or exchange rate, as I can imagine Rock Trolls don't want glittery notes as payment. Honestly I could see the Funk Trolls coming up with some sort of conversion system so that among your own tribe you could keep your standard money or go to a Funk bank and swap in so you can visit Symphonyville and not have to do any extra math.

TY for the well wishes and the fun question! I had a lot of fun turning this over in my head.

#sibblings au #sibblings qna #rock troll culture #pop troll culture

[freetobeeyouandme]

Shrike

Tags: Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Bylerween 2023, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Witches, Wizards & Necromancers, Blood and Gore, The Witcher AU

Words: 1.9k

Summary:

His ears pick up on the soft, calm breathing of the wizard, and he tries to copy it. His body is still too alert for meditation to be of any help, but there are other tricks, he has learned. His travels with companions, especially this one, have taught him. He focuses on the wizard’s light touch, the in and out of his breath, the crinkling of leaves under his feet as he shifts, unable to stand completely still. The rustling of fabric, the heat of another body so close to him. The sounds he makes as he opens his mouth and then closes it again, deciding not to say anything. Mike lends his companion the focus that he had prepared for the monster, and that stops the rest of the world from spinning so fast. - Or, Bylerween Day 7: Witches, Wizards & Necromancers

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A/N:

Here we are, the last one shot of this series: A Witcher AU feat Wizard!Will and Witcher!Mike having a sweet little moment post battle. I hope you enjoy! CW: Blood and gore

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The demogorgon crashes to the ground in two parts. Its body lands at Mike’s feet while its head hits the forest floor and rolls a little way down slope. A leather boot, sweeping out from under purple robes, brings it to a halt.

With the monster’s death, the woods turn deadly quiet, and Mike’s senses pick up on everything else now that there are no more enemies to focus on. There is a small brook nearby, bubbling hectically. The threats dispersed, the neighboring birds swoop in to examine places previously off limits. This immediately leads to disputes over food, the robins especially contentious, their little claws tip and tapping in the branches above as they twitter at each other angrily. In the distance a wolf howls. A herd of deer has found the brook, lapping up the water. Their hearts begin to race with fear, tap tap tap, and the smell is not far behind. Soon the wolves will find them and their blood will turn the brook red. Maybe if the deer would head in Mike’s direction they could avoid that grizzly fate, but the smell of monster guts deters them.

Later, perhaps, after the wolves have already had their fill, a few of them will stumble along this path. But only once the witcher and his bounty have long left the woods behind. When the sharp tang of undeath and cold, preserved flesh is replaced by the sweet smell of rot.

Above the woods the clouds shift, letting in a rare beam of sunlight. He closes his eyes against it, the light too bright. On the path are riders. The wolves sniff the ground, take up the hunt. The deer scatter. Tip tap, tip tap go the birds. Another fight, another set of wings beating as the loser flies. The sound of horses pawing the ground. Leaves crunching under leather boots. The squish of dead flesh as it hits the ground beside his feet. A shrill peal of laughter on the road. The stench of the head, the dark taste of the demo-creatures’ blood in the air.

The hand on his cheek is warm despite the cold weather, fiery magic not yet abated, and Mike tries to focus on it as he brings his breathing under control. His head already begins to ache as the entire forest tries to get his attention. Without a monster to focus on his senses are running wild, trying to find a new enemy in every small woodland creature and every passing rider. It is different up in the mountains, where settlements are far and few between and he has to wander quite a bit until he finds whatever cave troll or wyrmling is going to bring in enough crowns for him to eat and sleep until the next monster warrants slaying; there it is quiet. The middle of Redania, with its close settlements and constant foot traffic is hell, compared.

Especially with another war brewing, kings and queens all vying for his help, somehow, because they mistake him for a sell-sword instead of a monster hunter. And because they think he will deliver the brown haired sorceress to them when he finds her.

“Sheathe your sword, love.”

Mike does as he is told, trying not to cringe at the rasp of silver against leather right next to his ear. The hand on his cheek holds him in place. Holds him together.

Light fingers wander over his skin, tracing the dark veins below his eyes, visible reminders of the poison in his blood, self inflicted to prevent worse pain: Becoming demogorgon food.

His ears pick up on the soft, calm breathing of the wizard, and he tries to copy it. His body is still too alert for meditation to be of any help, but there are other tricks, he has learned. His travels with companions, especially this one, have taught him.

He focuses on the wizard’s light touch, the in and out of his breath, the crinkling of leaves under his feet as he shifts, unable to stand completely still. The rustling of fabric, the heat of another body so close to him. The sounds he makes as he opens his mouth and then closes it again, deciding not to say anything. Mike lends his companion the focus that he had prepared for the monster, and that stops the rest of the world from spinning so fast.

He peels his eyes open again, watching the expressions shift on the wizard’s face. His eyes, made greener than they are by his heightened senses, blink, and in that blink shift from worried to joy as he realizes Mike is watching him. The mouth, lips pink and soft, ticks upward in a smile.

“Hi,” Will says quietly.

“Hi,” Mike replies roughly.

There is another trick, but that one only works with Will. Mike pulls off his gloves, sticks them in his belt, and cups his lover’s face in his hands. Will follows his directions all too willingly, crossing that last half-step of distance between them.

Someday, perhaps, Mike will stop feeling bad about taking what Will so freely offers. He has not had the chance to wash up, and he knows some of that monster blood has found its way into his mouth in the heat of the fight. He can taste it there, bitter and rotten, and he knows Will must taste it too. Will must taste him the acidic aftertaste of the potion, and the cold, bitter saliva it leaves forming in his mouth. He is a sick thing, a cold beast, no longer human, not like this.

Mike will stop feeling bad for it when he learns to accept that Will does not care and does not mind. Perhaps because wizards themselves are not quite human anymore with all that magic running through their veins. Perhaps he has charmed, how he has no idea, the wizard into simply not caring, the blood and the rot and the poison a small price to pay for Mike’s company.

And so Will lets him kiss him. At first careful, the simple touch of mouths already flooding Mike’s senses like the swipe of a claw that got under his armor. Then Will opens up, and Mike presses forward readily, still wanting more. The first desperate gasp for air turns into a moan.

Mike pants as Will leaves off his mouth, lips brushing over his cheek, teeth scraping along his jaw. Dextrous fingers find the collar of his armor and start peeling it away, granting a hungry mouth access to his neck. The cold seeps in before the lips can warm his skin, making him shiver.

Above them October sunlight dapples through the trees. Birds twitter aggressively, still fighting. Hooves clomp on the road, wooden wheels creak as they roll over gravel. Their own horses whiny impatiently.

Mike pulls away, loathe to leave Will’s careful hands behind but suddenly unable to stand the sensation. He doubles over as his stomach turns – he doesn’t throw up, hasn’t thrown up from any of his potions since he first left Kaer Morhen for the Path, but sometimes, when he’s had too much, his body still fights him.

Will knows what to do with him in these moments too, though. He crosses the distance Mike has put between them with his first stagger and, placing a firm hand on the back of Mike’s head, keeps him down. Mike sinks to the ground, onto his knees, trying to hold his spasming body in place and Will follows, never breaking contact.

Sometimes, in moments like these, it scares Mike how much he depends on the wizard and the kind hands on his body, helping him hold on.

“Love,” Will whispers, and it means the same thing as I forgive you.

Mike curls into him, taking the darkness offered by pressing his head against Will’s chest. Will’s arms come around him, holding him there, promising safety until the pounding in Mike’s head has subsided and the adrenaline in his veins has settled down.

He doesn’t speak again until he can feel Mike’s breathing evening out. “There is a little brook nearby, love, we can get you washed up there.”

Mike nods, but it takes him a second to peel himself away from his lover’s warmth because once they are moving again they will not stop like this until the night hides their embrace.

He dreads already the evening, the dingy tavern and Dustin’s incessant singing. He dreads most the drunkards, liquid courage lying to them that bothering a witcher about tales of adventure is how they want to end their night. Sometimes riding back into town after a successful contract has people stare at him wearily, watching the cooling heads of monsters dangle off his saddlebags and his easy handling of them with disgust. He prefers that reaction. Rather a freak than a curiosity.

When he realizes Mike has wandered off into his own head, Will turns downright chatty, trying to draw him back out: “I think we should maybe take a break once we’ve found El. Winter is approaching fast, and I could just portal us all back to Lod, and then we ride up to Kaer Morhen from there. You haven’t wintered with your brothers in years, I’m sure Hopper will be happy to see you, even if you bring uninvited guests. And it might be a good place to hide El. I know you witchers like to stay out of the business of kings and queens, but…”

Mike only grunts in vague assent as he ropes together the heads of the demogorgon and the pack of younglings it had ran with, then says a quiet prayer that the amount of heads might be enough to make him a freak tonight. He drops them over Paladin’s back, always glad that his horse has long gotten used to the smell and is less harsh in her judgment than some humans are. Taking up the reigns, he follows Will’s lead, still chatting on about how he’s heard rumors Lucas had fallen in with a female witcher, now isn’t there something you don’t see every day, they say she’s a cat, maybe he’ll bring her if he comes this winter.

They’ll clean up at the brook, then head back to Rivia to collect their reward and their bard. Then they’ll continue searching for the tattooed sorceress and maybe, if they can make it in time, actually winter somewhere instead of continuing to work during the snow time. Perhaps that is what he needs, a rest from the potions, the danger, the bleeding. Warm furs and an even warmer body by his side.

It scares him, too, though, how much he depends on the wizard for that now: companionship, comfort and rest. How intertwined their futures seem to be, not just because they’re bound to keep running into each other as they both pursue their professions, or even because they’re both involved in the hunt for the Eleventh of Father’s Mountain. They won’t just split up once Mike has found the sorceress that keeps haunting Will’s dreams – there are plans beyond that, vague things defined only by their commonality: They’ll face all that is to come together.

The only people Mike has trusted like that were his brothers, Lucas chief among them, and perhaps the bard, his oldest friend. Never a lover, though. And especially never a mage.

But when Will turns back to check on him, mouth moving a mile an hour, lips turned up in a genuine smile, his face open – not the careful mask Mike has come to know on other mages, not the manipulative act that seems almost like an instinct to their order – he thinks he has grown to like that quite a bit. To love that, even. And perhaps that is what scares him the most.

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[marvus-xoloto]

If you’re still in a writing mood I was wondering if you could write a cute drabble based on a headcanon I have. I feel like when Mallek is drunk he’s not the boyfriend that waits at the door for you in the bathroom when you have to pee, he’s the boyfriend who follows you in and sits down resting his head on the sink. 😂 alternatively for you Marvus gives off the vibes that he would watch you pee, not for a kink just cause he’s peak weirdo energy

I p much completely misremembered the prompt while I was writing lmfao; I have another post I'm drafting for you just as a lil response bc I loved this prompt. I'm dealing with my own seasonal depression so I guess that's what I ended up writing. I'm sorry this isn't my best work; this was hard to write and honestly harder to post, but hey maybe it is something! I'm really not sure; it's hard for me to judge this time of year.

Just to clarify, I headcanon that trolls go to fight the horrible space war when they're about 21 years old / ~10 sweeps.

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In Vino Veritastic

Pairing: Mallek/MSPAR | Rating: T | Words: 1684 | Content Warnings: angst, emetophobia (briefly), mentions of alcoholism/ substance abuse, mentions of depression, Alternia is terrible | AO3 Link on @chunky-ruckus, check the reblogs!

Mallek is capital-S, complete with italics, dictionary definition Sloshed.

It wasn't apparant to you at first. The trashed hive? Mallek is a bit of a slob. The signs of stumbling around like a daywalker at midnight? Mallek isn't a morn- uh, evening person.

You noticed his shoes peeking over the top of his gamer chair.

He swiveled around like a super villan, all slow grace.

Mallek slurped on something frozen, his expression intensely blank, his cheeks hollow.

While hanging upside down in his gamer chair.

"Did you know these things are alcoholic?" he asked. And then he fell out of his chair, snorted out a half amused sound, and then, like the lusus he takes after, slithered slowly down onto the floor.

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Your first plan ws to go to the kitchen. The best remedy for an impending hangover: ice water, your coup de glace.

But the kitchen is a complete mess: sink overflowing, fridge and freezer empty. Mallek is a bit of a slob. Mallek is not an evening person.

So now, in present tense, you are in the bathroom, waiting for the tap to cool down. It's early in the dim season: cold weather and cold blood means that Mallek's been down in his basement again, fucking with the water heater.

And now, in present tense, Mallek is capital-S, capital-everything, SLOSHED is outside the bathroom door. Pestering you.

"What are you doing drinking on a Tuesday?" you ask. Mallek is shoving his face through the gap in the door, features pouty like a sad puppy. You almost regret soft locking the door with a pile of his dirty laundry.

You hear a thump against the door and look over: he's shrugging with all of his strength, a caricature of apathy.

"It was me and Diemen," he says. "He wouldn't share his shit."

"You know he doesn't share-" you scramble for the worst meat-related amalgamation you can think of, "his Juicy Dripping Sausage with just anyone."

Mallek visably deflates. "Yeah." A beat of silence. "Well, the shady food stalls were his idea." Then he's pushing his way into the bathroom, sitting catty-corner to you against the wall. The dirty laundry sloshes against the tile floor disgustingly.

"Just going to walk in on me? What if I had been using the toilet instead of the tap?" He wouldn't be the first to see you like that. You like to pretend Alternia has beat the shame out of you by now, but you can still feel a slight flush creep up your neck.

"Guess I woulda stuck my head under the tap. Mighta been faster than whatever you're doing up there." He's not exactly slurring, but he is talking through wiping his nose on his sleeve. You add "laundry" to your mental load. God, why does Mallek bring out the Type-A in you so successfully?

"You woulda burned the shit out of yourself," you say, imitating his tone. "How do I turn this thing down?"

"Here," he says, scooting on his butt to push your legs out of the way, and then opening the cabinet beneath the sink. A bunch of hackey sacks spill out, and Mallek resolutely ignores them. You hear the mechanical clicking of something... mechanical. And then the water slowly goes from center of the planet hot to tepid enough.

Mallek wraps his arms around your legs, smiling a wobbly smile; watch out Charlie Brown. You pass him the glass of water and he drinks like a man dying. Of consumption. He's starting to look pale around the edges, and not his normal punk, barely sleeps pale.

He leans in, now, to your knees. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was trying to knock you out. But you have to admit: he feels amazing. Cool skin and solid weight. He stands, climbing up your body like a very drunken, sun loving plant. He burps into your ear.

Amazingly drunk.

"I love you," he says, dragging his mouth and his words down your cheek.

In vino veritastic.

God. The elephant that has politely standing in the doorway has just barged its way into the room. And this is a small fucking bathroom; damn Mallek and his lack of foresight. And his love for confessions in dank ass, wet ass, inappropriate places. The man is a menace.

You'd both been circling this issue for a while now. You'd been expecting, who knows, a sweet smile and a love-you-no-big-deal-haha over a clown themed happy meal at the skate park. You'd even taken to bringing a little candle with you- stolen from last month's midnight massacre- just to give him that romantic push.

You weren't expecting. This. Earnesty and alcohol and the clear signs that Mallek is going through it.

Mallek takes the rest of his icey, alcoholic abomination from inside his hoodie pocket- the man is a menace- and slurps it up with a little moan of delight.

Another sound you'd thought you'd hear in a different context.

"Marry me," he says- you're stupified, dumbfounded- before he sinks to his knees and is violently ill in the toilet.

Your fears about being walked in on are completely baseless; suddenly, you feel very much like you walked in on Mallek.

"How do you even know what human marriage is?"

"Diemen mentioned it." You have a sudden flashback to asking Diemen if you were married now, after he let you have a mustard packet he'd been saving, and the hour long explanation of human romance and customs that followed. You'd thought the moony eyed look he gave you was just... just that. His normal, moony eyed look. Guess you made an impression with that one, good going past you. Checkov's gun shoots you in the foot again.

"You know it's a, uh," Mallek interrupts you with a look up from the rim of the bowl, expression suddenly hard. The L'Ange Dechu, peering at you from behind his black, snotty sleeve. "Pretty serious. Commitment?" you squeak.

Mal'Ange Dechu does that thing again, that sad puppy visably deflating. In a fit of stressed induced hysteria, you remember that video of that pudding shaped like a little puppy, and the spoon cutting through it. Mallek is that pudding puppy, and you are the spoon.

He leans his head in the crook of his elbow. You realize the tap is still running. Out of habit, you refill the glass.

"They always leave," he says, spitting in the bowl. "After drone season."

"It's not drone season now, is it?" You aren't sure, but, hey, nobody has made the moves on you lately, so it's probably as good a guess as any. "I'm here now, aren't I?" You slink down to the floor with him, soothing him with your hand on his back. "I want to be with you," you say softly, sick of the elephant in the room. "So, I'll stay, no matter the season."

He arches into your touch, sighing. "No you won't," he says, not looking at you. You try again but Mallek is gripping the rim of the toilet like he's possessed. "No," he repeats emphatically. "You won't. Because whether you leave again-" it just now occurs to you that the same time has passed here as on earth, when you were on your personal quest to pester. You wonder how that effected Mallek; you never thought to ask- "or not, I will. At the end of my ten sweeps, I'll be sent out to space."

You pass him the water, and he drinks. Tepid trails leak from the corner of his mouth, and you wipe one away with your thumb, cupping his jaw.

"I've been known to teleport," you say, trying for humor. Or charm. Or anything- anything!- to change the tone of this conversation.

Which is unnecessary because Mallek is sick again.

"I don't want you to see me like that," he says sadly from the toilet.

I'm already seeing you like this, you say to yourself. But you don't say it outloud, just in case it hurts his feelings. Instead, you try for charm again. "I'm sure you'll be the same Mallek. Fighting with everything you've got." You wiggle your fingers at him. "Subterfuging and being rebellious."

Mallek stares at you, contemplating. "I'm tired," he says simply. You understand the shades of meaning. "You know, we only really get to be ourselves on Alternia. That's how it is for all trolls." His face falls. "Topside, it's like we're all just acting in the empire sanctioned play."

"No robo-buddies in space," you say.

"No robo-buddies in space," he repeats, but his tone is light. "Lots of clowns, though."

"You know, good plays are made great through improv." Mallek doesn't react, and you notice he's got his eyes closed.

You guess there were less shades of meaning to I'm tired than you thought.

You help him stand up, your own personal squirm-on-a-string. As you take him to his respiteblock, you have to reconsider your wording: squirm-on-a-string sounds dirty when you're stripping him down to his boxers, throwing his ruined hoodie into the incinerator.

With your combined efforts, he drops into his coon with a goopy splash. Whether through hind brain instinct or some deep need to be comforted, he immediately curls his arms around his chest, loose with drowsiness.

You stroke his hair, kiss him on the temple.

"So does this mean we're married now, since I've cleaned up your vomit, undressed you, and put you to bed?" He laughs once- a single ahuh- but it's a genuine laugh so you'll take the W on this one.

You pull back to leave, and he grabs you by the hip. He looks up at you; the dark circles under his eyes in stark releif at this angle.

"Do you love me?" he slurs, trying in vain to stay awake.

You don't have to think about it. "I do."

But he's already asleep.

You know this about people. About Mallek specifically. It's not just planets that go through seasons. As the sky turns darker, so, too, does Mallek.

Well, if you're the guy with powers from a sun, why not? Why not try?

You start with the kitchen.

#hiveswap #mallek #mallek adalov #mallek x reader #mallek adalov x reader #catch me writing puns in french. i should be drawn and quartered smh #me (a sicko): haha.. yess... YES. I am developing a writing style that is so something #i do not think this is my best work but i had fun writing it so that. tht is smth. right?? #can you tell i did not play pesterquest. i only vaguely know mspar can teleport or something? #I will have a happier mallek fic for you next week i prommy ;v;

[crackinglamb]

Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @dreadfutures, thank you! 💕

Tagging @ir0n-angel, @natsora, @lilbittymonster, @maculategiraffe, @bogunicorn, @theluckywizard, @fasterpuddytat and @pikapeppa. No pressure!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

113

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,917,213 as of this morning.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Dragon Age, Fallout 4 and Doctor Who are the three current. In the past I've written for Mass Effect, Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood and Borderlands. I have one (1) lonely Wayhaven Chronicles oneshot.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

What a Wicked Game to Play - 1590. This is my epic DA MGIT fic. Solas/OFC, rated E, 412K words.

Twist - 1416. This was my first DA longfic. Carly and Co. show up in the top five again. Solas/OFC, rated E, 197K words.

Junkyard Dogs - 551. My very first fic. Written for FO4 almost 7 years ago. Hancock/F!SoSu, rated E, 107K words.

Twist Some More - 460. An extended epilogue/love letter to Carly and Solas. Rated E, 67K words.

Humans Are Just...Like That - 327. A sorta crack treated seriously oneshot for Mass Effect. It began its life as a long thread in a Discord server. I made a comment to the effect that it should be turned into a fic, and everyone told me to go for it. So I did. FemShep/Garrus in the background, rated T, ~3K words.

(All of these are complete, too.)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Almost always. Even if it's just with emojis. I generally say that I will reply to every comment as long as it's polite.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No More My Heart Beats Without You, a Solavelyan oneshot. 'Ware the tags. Rated E, 5K words.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

TSM, without a doubt. The entire point of the Twistverse was to write a happy ending Solavellan.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Rarely. I'd say I get more trolling than hate. To date I've only had to moderate one fic to keep it under control.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

*cackles* 51 of 113 of my fics are rated E and another 18 are rated M (although sometimes that's for violence). What kind? Any kind. Explicit, fade to black, character driven, pure PWP, established ship, there's a couple of threesomes in there, a variety of kink...

I am a shameless purveyor of sexual content.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've only ever written in-franchise crossovers, and I don't think those count.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. People are welcome to as long as they credit back to my original, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I've written a couple round-robin style fics with the DAFF crew, and collaborated with my beloved Angel once or twice.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I'm poly and aro. OTP is not in my vocabulary. 🤣 But I have pairings I return to, time and again. The Doctor/Rose, Hancock/SoSu, Varric/Hawke, Solas/Anyone.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Just Like Fire. It started as a prompt fic when I was in a slump. But now I'm kinda over it and don't really feel like putting in the energy to wrap it up. Solavellan, rated E, 26K words.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, smut, being succinct and bite-sized. Even in the longfics. And of course, canon shall be yeeted.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings! OMG, trying to get myself to a conclusion is like pulling teeth.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm eh about it. Sometimes I do it with fantasy languages, sometimes I do it if it's canon (I know, a rarity for me). Sometimes I just don't because it's more work than I care to do. It's case by case.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Fallout 4

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Uh... *forgets everything I've ever written*

Look, I tend to write for me first and foremost, so I reread a lot of my own work and inevitably get sucked into it. I am the target audience, after all. But there's a couple that I've reread the most:

Unexpected - FO4, Kellogg/SoSu, rated E, 30K words. This was my first real attempt at canon divergence and I still love it very much.

Hope Is a Fragile Thing - DA, Solas/OFC, rate T, 13K words. A soft but kinda sad post-canon thing. The goal with it was to both finish the writing before posting a word of it (which is how I do all my work now), and to write a MGIT without explaining how she got there.

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

#tagged #fanfic writer questions

[eddsworldbish420]

Hii pooks :ppp gotta rant for a sec ─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉

imagine saying “W based” to a fucking tragedy because they have an identity that doesn’t align with the conservative masculine culture that you were forced to follow 🫤🫤🫤

(justice for nex bennedict)

It’s kinda weird yk, because it’s hard to tell if they’re being satire or not. It still doesn’t even matter though, bc even if their trolling or not, they’ll never stop because it’s funny to them and idk if they’re sick or what but it has been part of the internet for so long it feels very sadly inevitable that people would do this. And the fact it’s so unfairly politically charged as well 😕😕😕

Why is it that any other meme is unfunny, but when it’s about the death of a trans kid or ‘game is game’ it’s suddenly unanimously funny?

why is it that any other person dies, it’s a tragedy but when they’re gay, it’s funny?

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Erm anyways😍😍😍! Rant out of the way, rate these ships :3 (I included my personal thoughts.)

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TomTord. (VodkaGun)

Interest factor: 8/10

plausibility factor: 6/10

Fans: 4/10

personal comments: Enemies to lovers is some how overrated yet underrated. Such an interesting ship to think about, two guys who have had such a long and complicated history—first friends, then frienemies, separated, then enemies, then somehow lovers—they must feel kind of weird and awkward if they actually have a relationship.

Id think they’d actually forgive each other, like:

“Why would you forgive me for something that almost killed you?”

“Stupid fuck ass, Matt did it better.”

”Wtfdym???”

“Matt was a zombie and took over the city, killing thousands. Your pathetic ass only killed like one person…”

Really fun to think about on its own but the fans are kinda goofy asf, the creation of dear star boy is enough proof. Overall: 6.8/10

EddMatt (ColaMirror) Interest factor: 5/10

plausibility factor: 7/10

Fans: idk their usually TomTord shippers so 5/10?

personal comments: might have a cool dynamic with the fact that Matt pretty much took over the world two times. Don’t really fw this ship tbh. Overall: 4/10

[1/?] (copy and paste if ur lazy :33)

For the rant, I've blocked every person who I've ever seen say shit like that (my block list is pretty full)

AS FOR THE SHIPSSSSS-

Tomtord (Norska)

Interest factor: 7/10

Plausibility: depends on the timeline

Fans: 8/10 or 4/10

Personal comments: I really depend on the eras for shipping these two, 2004-8 is some silly playful enemy friend secret love type beats, 2016 is SO full of angst and makes me cry if I use it right, and future.. chefs kiss, I love slowly rebuilding divorced arcs

Overall: 8.3/10

Eddmatt (colamirror)

Interest factor: 5/10

Plausibility: 4/10

Fans: 6/10

Personal comments: this is one of the safest but most common ships in the Fandom, I can't get myself to be a huge fan of it too because they have a more best friend relationship to me. It's a cute ship but it seems forced due to tomtord being so popular

Overall: 4.5/10

#eddsworld #avocado posts #avocado opinions