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amandacanwrite · 3 months

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I would like to share a few head canons for Gale Dekarios being in love with tav/you. If you liked this one and have a request for another character let me know. These ones have just been percolating for a bit.

In Battle

He tries very hard to stay near you. He doesn’t like it when you go off on your own. He knows he doesn’t quite have the strength of Karlach or the sure footedness of Astarion, but he’s not just going to let you fight everyone on your own.

Sometimes he gets a little hurt that you always put yourself in harms way/take so much of the damage on the battlefield. Don’t you know that losing you would destroy him?

You have never witnessed it, but according to the other party members he goes feral if you’re knocked unconscious.

When you wake up it’s always with your head cradled in his lap as shadowheart works on the worst of the wounds.

He does this thing with his magic where he makes his hands really cold. It feels nice on your feverish skin as he gently smooths your hair away from your face, you don’t know why you feel so nauseous and sweaty after you black out but this little gesture helps you come back smoothly.

He has a hard time sleeping after a rough encounter. He keeps waking up and making sure you’re still breathing. In the end he gives up on sleeping and just reads by the fire, calming his nerves to the sound of your steady, stable breathing.

In Camp

He is hilariously fussy about what you eat.

“No, you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT subsist off of a loaf of bread, three olives and a bottle of wine. We are no longer young scholars barely SCRAPING by—“

Very resourceful when it comes to what you can scrape together out of barrels around camp. You were very skeptical when you watched him putting a variety of different bones into a cauldron as you left him back in camp one day. But you came back to a rich stew full of potatoes, some wild rice and even some cut up apple in the mix.

He likes it when you play with his hair. But he has to very pointedly avoid it if he’s in the middle of reading up on something.

“Darling, are you certain you’re not practiced in the arcane arts? I do think you’ve got some magic in those fingertips of yours, at the very least, with how quickly they can put me to sleep.”

When You’re Alone

It’s simple. He worships you. Perhaps it’s because his last lover was a goddess but it seems to come easy for him; the reverent words, the gentle touches, the utter devotion. Sometimes you catch him just… looking at you. His eyes softly hooded, a relaxed curve to his lips. It’s your favorite to ask what’s on his mind when he looks at you like that.

“Hm? Oh, nothing much. I’ve just been observing. Did you know you purse your lips when you’re reading something that you disagree with? Yes—hah—just like that.”

He loves to read WITH you. Especially loves to show you some of his favorite tomes. He’ll get you all nestled up against him and hold the book down in front of you. He reads much faster than you, so he busies himself kissing behind your ear or playing with your hair until you turn the page.

Gods does he love it when you ask him questions about something to do with magic. He loves watching the glint in your eye when he’s helped you understand something.

You love it when you get him rolling on a topic of theory that you know he doesn’t get to talk about much. Sometimes he loses you when he gets into the minutiae, but he’s so damn cute when he’s ranting about the wonder in the world.

In Intimate Moments

(Potential NSFW below.)

Of course it is not a surprise that he’s a generous lover. What is a surprise is how demanding he can be when he feels like it. He knows you are no stranger to a challenge and he loves to make things more exciting by presenting you with one.

“Of course I’m aware of our companions in camp. But it’s not as if we can afford ourselves more privacy. You’re just going to have to quiet those lovely little sounds you make while I touch you… let’s see… it was here wasn’t it? Ah, ah… shhhh, my love. Those pointy ears of Astarion’s might pick even that tiny sound.”

Gods does he know how to string words together to leave you completely undone.

Sometimes foreplay is mostly talk. He can get you going without even touching you.

“My love, I’ve not been able to stop thinking of the ways I want to touch you all day. Shall I tell you what’s been on my mind?”

His breath tickles against your ear as his hands smooth over your clothed body, telling you how he wants to take you. It’s all the more flustering when you know he always keeps his word.

Love making always starts with a kiss, deep and slow.

You feel him smile into the kiss when he slips his fingers into the front of your trousers and he feels just how aroused he’s made you.

“You are exquisite. A delicacy of the highest quality. Do you know that?”

He’s not one to bang it out for a quickie. He doesn’t like to feel like he’s stealing his time with you, or like he’s a young man again and hastily getting whatever he can before heading back to the dormitories. Every touch, every word, every thrust is slow and deliberate. He wants to relish the feeling of it all. He wants to soak you in.

Somehow, he always smells good. Like cinnamon and tea and… some earthen, herbaceous scent you cant place.

So many cuddles after you’re done.

#bg3 tav #bg3 tav and gale #gale headcanons #gale dekarios #gale x tav #gale x reader #gale of waterdeep #bg3 headcanons #bg3 romance

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yestrday · 2 years

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ok so maybe you're gonna get tired of the whole bodyparts academy au BUT I've been brainrotting so hard my brain is like melting out of my ears dawg... i gotta get this out of my system or it WILL consume me... you know aethers like outfit?? his abdomen area(? idk waht its called english hard lol) hasnt left my mind its just/?!?!?!?! THE WAIST????? (men and their slutty waists smh) it just looks sooo good I want to bite and like put my hands on him and just manhandle him grraravdjñ, SO LIKE just imagine academy au mc jus kind of like obsessed with his abdomen area (again sorry dont know what its called 😭) who just coincidentally has their hands on his waist like ALL the time, and im just so curious abt how aether would react, would he show off?? would he be shy??? would he be running laps and screaming??? (idk how to end this im sorry words aren't wording how they should lmaoo)

the unbelievably deep sigh i just had when I saw this ask. and yet here I am, the sucker and fool. ready to do anything for genshin men and their impeccable body measurements.

i actually wrote something like this already 😭but I wanted to cop a feel for academy aether's tummy too yknow? or maybe I just cannot control myself when it comes to the twins

you might like: teyvat! aether and his little tummy <;33

oh, please. aether knows he's pretty. he is lumine's twin brother, after all! even before coming to this school he's turned heads left and right, so surely he could use his good looks to seduce the person of his dreams, right?

wrong.

whenever you snatch him by the waist, it’s protectiveness and not the perverted fondling he’d rather you’d do to him. aether is, after all, cute and petite. he looks like he can be easily overpowered by any of the students here and you just have that natural urge to protect him! you don’t know that aether can easily oneshot most of your harem members, but even if you did, what exactly would change?

when aether skips over to your side, you smile fondly at him and hug him by the waist to your side. it gets his heart pumping whenever you do that, hiding his flushed face behind his textbooks so you won’t suspect a thing. disappointment always floods his insides when you look at him like a brother and not a potential love interest. your waist is so small! you say like a naggy mother. you have to eat more!

it’s frustrating! lumine has to watch his brother scream into his pillow every night from her side of the room. she rolls over and tries to drown out his screams with a pillow.

“aether!” you one day call out to him. your bright smile once again beckons him to your side. he yelps when you slide a firm hand around his waist and pull him to your lap. his cheeks flush when hug him closer to your chest, and it takes everything out of him not to squirm. “i’ve got something to show you!” your breath tickles his ear and sends tingles down his spine.

shuddering out a sigh, he forces a shaky grin as he tries his best to look enthusiastic. “is this about the anime you sent me last week?” you brighten up at his remembrance and chatter on and on to him. he makes his remarks too, fueling the conversation, and as it goes on your hands continue to rover about his abdomen. you’re such a mean senior, not even noticing the bright red blush on his face! was this on purpose? it has to be!

a single feather-like stroke of his abdomen sends him shuddering and keeling over. he gasps into your collarbone, hiding his blush and heart-eyed expression. “you’re so mean, senpai,” he whimpers into your skin. “teasing me like this...”

“i-i’m sorry...” the tension of the situation has now finally dawned on you, and you blush when you feel aether’s lips quivering on your skin. “i didn’t realize that...”

your words trail off as temptation seizes your hand to feel up his abdomen once more. toned as they were, the curves seemed so tiny and fragile as they fit into your hands. a lean and slender body, yet supple enough to serve as canvas for your marks...

ah, no! what kind of senior are you, teaching such lecherous thoughts of your junior! and yet... and yet...! your eyes dart to the corner, where the blonde student is currently shaking in your grasp. the cute and helpful transfer student who you viewed as a brother now looked more and more like prey in your hands. you gulp.

“i’m sorry, aether,” you whisper, sending an excited rush through his body. “but you look so pretty now...”

his tongue feels like lead as it quivers in his mouth, but when you settle him down on the couch and hover above him, he giggles like the closeted perverted maniac that he is.

“no worries, senpai ♡~” he laughs, bringing you closer by the neck. “make sure to appreciate me more okay?”

perhaps he’ll start rolling up his uniform after this, just to make the rest of your harem jealous ☆

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere x reader #yandere aether #genshin aether #yester.writes #yester.au — academy 📓

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transhuman-priestess · 9 months

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Alice's Wonderland

Android girl Alice doesn't feel like she gets enough time with her boyfriend, Hunter. Fortunately, she's got just the plan to make sure he stays with her forever, and to make him a cute girl, too.

This story contains sexually explicit content. It is intended only for legal adults ages 18 and up.

It also contains hard kinks, nonconsent, violence, brainwashing, and forcefemme. You Have Been Warned, do not complain to me.

Hunter woke to a knocking on his door. The fierce RATATATAT startling him out of a dream about getting caught in a thunderstorm back in Iowa City.

RATATATATATAT!

He opened his eyes, It was still dark outside. He fumbled on the nightstand for his phone. 03:32. He’d been asleep barely an hour.

“HUNNNTER! SWEETIE!” came a bright synthetic voice from the door of his studio apartment, “I HAVE A SURPRIIIISE FOR YOUUUUUUU!”

It was Alice, a synth girl he’d been dating for a few weeks. Still groggy after being yanked out of REM sleep so recently, Hunter got to his feet, threw on a pair of boxers, and opened the door.

On the sidewalk outside stood an android girl, a shade under 2 meters tall, with gunmetal gray skin and blaze orange filament hair. Her eyes wide, a bright, neon green-yellow.

“Alice,” Hunter said, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the bright light of hers, “do you know what time it is?”

“It’s 11:34:12 UTC!” she said, full of cheer, as ever.

“Yeah but we’re not in UTC, babe,” he said, “we’re in Pacific daylight time, and it’s 330 in the morning.”

“I’m sorry!” her face fell into an expression of passive disappointment, “I just really really really wanted to show you something and waiting until morning felt like it would be forever and I couldn’t get myself to stay in standby mode so I decided I’d take a walk over here and get you so I could show you right now because I’m just so excited to see you and-”

“Hey, Chippy,” Hunter cut her off, “Chippy, dear, you are talking way too fast.”

She took a deep breath. If he’d been more awake, Hunter might have marveled that Arlington Robotics had programmed her with such a human behavior. As it was, he was just happy she’d stopped talking for a moment.

“Hunter,” she said, deliberately, but without hesitation, “I would like to show you a project I’ve been working on.”

“It can absolutely wait until morning, hon.”

“No! It can’t! There isn’t time!”

“Look,” he clutched his face in frustration, “I cannot just boot myself up like you can on a moment’s notice. I was up til 2:30. I need to sleep! I had a long shift today.” He paused to take in her face, her expression slowly shifting from excitement to disappointment. He felt a small twinge of guilt for a moment, but only a moment, before he continued. “I really, really need to sleep. I’ll be over first thing tomorrow. I promise, Chips.” He smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, the smooth silicone skin neither warm, nor cool to the touch.

“No,” She said, the bright voice suddenly stern “I’m taking you now.”

She moved with a speed and precision no human could hope to match. Hunter felt himself spin around. One hand came up and firmly clasped itself over his mouth, the other reached up behind his legs, and just like that, she was carrying him in her arms as if he were a bride. He kicked and writhed and tried to scream but Alice was so strong.

“Stop that!” she whispered, “Stop it! The neighbors will hear!”

Well of course they would, that’s what he wanted. He wanted this insane robot to put him down and he wanted to run back inside his apartment and he wanted to hide in the bathroom with a hammer and pray that the doors held so he didn’t have to fight her. He tried to work his way out of her grip, kicking, flailing, biting.

He managed to chew a chunk of silicone out of her hand, and she screamed “HEY! That hurt!” She took her hand away from his mouth and Hunter took in a breath to scream, but right before he could let it out, Alice said something he couldn’t quite hear, but sound like “see way,” and the back of his head erupted in pain. He blacked out.

***

Hunter tried to roll over onto his side, but something was catching his wrists and ankles. His head felt just like it did the morning after his senior prom all those years ago.

“Oh! Are you awake?” Alice’s voice. The fight, a blow to the head. Slowly, Hunter opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a drop panel ceiling with antique fluorescent tube lights. The lights were off, but the room was bathed in a warm glow. Sunrise. He looked at his wrists and found that he was shackled to a metal table.

“I was worried I’d hit you too hard.” To his right, Alice was standing near curtained windows flanking a frosted glass door. Her voice was bright and bubbly again. “This is my shop! I live upstairs.” The room was about 5 meters wide and maybe three times as long. Synth parts and repair tools lined the walls. To his left, at the back of the room, was a computer terminal and a list of basic services with appropriate pricing.

“What’s going on, Alice?” he asked, his words slurred. He thought he probably had a concussion.

“Well,” She began, with the air of someone about to spring the most incredible birthday surprise. “I figured out a way that we never have to be apart again!” She raised her arms in the air as she said this, like a cheerleader.

“What are you talking about?” he tried to turn towards her, but found that he could only move his head an inch or so.

“See, you’re a human.”

“Uh, yeah.” He didn’t like where this was going

“And I’m a synth.”

“Yeaaaah?”

“And that means that we can’t spend much time together,” she started pacing, waving her hands as she spoke, “You’re always sleeping and eating and going to the bathroom. We never have time to just hang out, you know?”

“Chips, I think you ought to run a full diagnostic.”

“I. AM. FINE.” Her usually soft yellow eyes turned an angry red and her voice became distorted. He heard her cooling fans spin up rapidly. After a moment they slowed back down and her eyes faded back to yellow. “But you’re not.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’re limited. You’re biological. But I can make you better.”

“Wait are you-” She walked into his view and stood over to him, holding what was, unmistakably, a buzzsaw.

“I’m going to turn you into a synth, Hunter. Right here, right now. Don’t worry! It won’t hurt too much.”

Fear gripped Hunter. He felt his heart race and his chest grow cold, like someone had poured ice water into a funnel above his sternum. He felt the adrenaline leak slowly down his arms to his fingers.

“Please don’t do this, Alice.”

“Why not? Don’t you like me?”

“I do, but-”

“THEN WHY,” she yelled, eyes red once more, “DO YOU KEEP AVOIDING ME?”

She’s glitched out. Hunter thought, She’s glitched out and she’s going to kill me.

“I haven’t been avoiding you!” he said

“That’s bullshit, Hunter!” She practically spat it at him, “You’re always saying ‘ohhhh I have to go to wooorrrrk’, ‘ohhhh I have to see my moooooom, ohhhh, I have to sleep!’ but I know you’re lying! You’re seeing someone else!”

“No, I’m not!” he wasn’t, he had no idea what she was talking about, “I promise.”

“Well, once I get your memory engrams scanned we’ll see about that. But that’s for later. Right now,” she grabbed something off a table above his head, “It’s time for a little nap.” She was holding a breathing mask.

“Please,” she said, in her most friendly medical assistant voice, “do not resist.”

He tried to move his head away, to hold his breath, to fight back, but it was useless as he struggled against the restraints. Eventually, he had to breath. It smelled like a leaky air conditioner. But he felt strangely wonderful, peaceful. Like he was resting on the world’s most comfortable mattress.

***

His waking this time was quite sudden, and complete. Hunter was fully aware of being awake, but he couldn’t see anything, even when he opened his eyes. He tried to move his fingers but found he couldn’t even feel them. He couldn’t smell anything either. In fact it felt as if all of his senses had been turned off.

Except, apparently, his hearing, “Oh good! It worked!” Alice’s voice again. Terror gripped him but this time, for some curious reason, Hunter didn’t feel the ice water flowing over his chest and to his fingertips.

“One second, dear.” she said. He tried to speak, but he couldn’t seem to grasp the air in his chest.

Suddenly his vision was dazzlingly bright. It was like staring into the sun itself. After a moment his eyes adjusted and he realized that he had, indeed, been staring directly at the sun as it shone in through the window at the front of the shop. He heard the idle drone of a bus roll by.

“This is good,” He heard Alice say. He couldn’t move his head, but he found that he could move his eyes. His gaze wandered across the room for a moment before locking on Alice, standing in front of something that should have been impossible.

Alice was standing in front of the table he’d been laying on before.

“Oh honey!” she said, her eyes dancing with happiness, “It worked! The procedure worked!” She stepped to the side and Hunter finally realized what she had done. He was still on the table. His head had been cut open, his brown hair was slick with his blood. A bowl-shaped piece of skull sat to the side. The mask was still on his face.

Alice was over by him now. The him that could see, but not speak or move or run or fight.

“All brain case functions are nominal.” He felt himself rise as Alice picked whatever was left of him off the table. “The next step,” she said, “is to build your new body!” she delivered the news as if they were going to do makeovers at a slumber party.

Hunter felt nauseous. A curious sensation now that he no longer had a digestive tract.

“Oh,” He heard her say, “I should turn your vocal synthesizer on,” She pressed something in what felt like the side of his head.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” he screamed, but the voice that came out was not familiar to him. It was lighter, smokier, feminine.

“What? Change my voice back. CHANGE MY VOICE BACK.”

“Oh, darling, I think it’s cute!” Alice said, giggling, “Hey, would you like to see what you look like now?”

“No!” he cried, the voice of a college girl, not a man, “I don’t want to see whatever fucked up thing you’ve done to me!”

But she was already moving him. He watched as his vision swept over the room, past his now-severed body, and towards a mirror. He saw Alice, and in her hands he saw a round steel box with two synthetic eyes on the front, an array of ports along the back and bottom. Him. His brain case.

“I built it myself,” Alice said, proud of her ingenuity, “I modeled it after an Arlington system I saw back at the factory.”

She turned him towards her, fixing her gaze on his. “Oh, my love,” she said, “I’m so excited!”

“What is wrong with you?” Hunter said, in that awful feminine voice, “Run a system checksum, reboot into safe mode, something!”

“Oh no, honey,” she said, her voice soft and dangerous, “I don’t need to do that. I’m functioning just fine.”

She put him down on a counter, facing the wall, pressed a few buttons on his side, and he drifted off to sleep again.

***

Waking was, again, instantaneous. This time, Hunter could feel he had a body again. It felt strangely incomplete, as if part of it was missing. He opened his eyes. He was strapped to a nearly vertical surface now, and able to move his head somewhat. Still in the main room of Alice’s cybernetics shop. He looked to the table where his body had been, but it was gone.

“I tossed it into the matter recombinator,” He heard Alice say off to his left. He turned his head to see her standing over some sort of electronic device.

“You know they scan the waste stream for human biomass,” he said. The voice wasn’t so bad, he thought, “They’ll know you did something to me.”

“Oh,” Alice chuckled, “don’t worry about that, I learned to spoof those sensors a while ago.”

She picked up the object she’d been working on. It was roughly the size of a brick, with synthetic skin on one of the small ends, an array of pins on the other.

“I was just putting the finishing touches on this,” She said, an impish grin on her face.

“What is it?” Hunter asked.

“Oh,” Alice said, coyly, “I think it’s better if I demonstrate.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him and grabbed something near his waist. He looked down, but he couldn’t see her over his...”YOU GAVE ME TITS?”

Alice giggled madly, “Yes! Isn’t it great? You’re going to be the prettiest synth girl in Cascadia!”

“I’m not a girl!” Hunter said, in his girlish voice, “I’m a man. I’m a MAN!” he felt like he might cry.

“There there,” Alice stood up for a moment, and gently touched his face, “it’s okay dear, you’ll get used to this, I promise.”

She pushed upwards on his crotch and he felt something click into place in his chassis.

“Now,” Alice said, her voice quiet and seductive, “Do you want to see what a girl feels like?”

He didn’t understand at first, but then he felt Alice’s hand glide across his groin.

“How do you like your new pussy?” she asked. She didn’t wait for a response before pushing in and slowly rubbing her hand around Hunter’s new clit. His head felt so warm, so hot.

“N-no,” Hunter said, moaning, he didn’t want it to feel good, “s-s-stop”

“We’ll need to come up with a new name for you,” Alice cooed into his ear, “won’t we?”

“My...name,” it was so hard to think while Alice was stroking his pussy, “is...Hunter.”

“No,” she said, “that won’t do.” Her fingers sped up. It was like she was trying to melt his brain away. This felt so good. It felt so much better than-

No, it didn’t. He wouldn’t let it.

“Hmm,” he heard Alice say, but it was hard to concentrate with her rubbing his clit, “How about...Jessie?”

“Hnnnn,” Hunter couldn’t think enough to form a sentence, “aaaAHHHHHHHH,” was all that came out when he tried.

It was like a wall of electricity was pressing up against his insides. A pressure sparking and ready to explode at any moment.

“Awww, what’s that, Jessie?” Alice said, “Cat got your tongue?”

The dam broke. The ball of electricity in Hunter’s abdomen exploded, he felt himself convulsing, fluid spilling out of his crotch, “Oh wow!” he heard Alice say, “You’re quite a squirter! I like that.” It felt so good. She felt so good. Hunter/Jessie loved the way Alice’s silicone finger tips traced across their clitoris, drawing lines in their labia. As the waves of pleasure faded, they began to relax in the restraints.

“Wow!” Alice was overjoyed, “and I didn’t even get inside your pussy yet.”

Alice didn’t need to hit any buttons, Hunter drifted off to sleep all on their own.

***

> BOOTUP

> SYSTEM CHECK

> FLUID SYSTEM – NOMINAL

> SENSORY SYSTEM – NOMINAL

> MOTOR FUNCTION – NOMINAL

> NETWORK MODULE – ALL BANDS READY

> ALL SYSTEMS READY

“What is your name, dear.”

“My name is Jessie.”

Jessie had only been asleep for a couple of hours. But she’d had the most wonderful dreams. She was with Alice as the both floated through space, looking down at Earth and up at the Moon. The stars were all so bright and shining. She could see the infrared and the ultraviolet and the faint specks of gamma rays coming from distant galaxies. It was all she needed to clear her head.

“Good morning!” Alice said, cheerfully, “Are you feeling any better?”

“Yes, dear.” Jessie smiled, “Thank you for this body.”

“You changed your mind quickly, didn’t you?”

“Well,” Jessie thought for a moment, “I don’t know, it just feels better than it did before. Being a human guy just seems...less attractive now.”

“I’m so glad. I was worried you’d never come around.”

“It’s okay, hon.” Jessie said, gently “I’m just happy you love me enough to make me like you.”

“Thank you, dear, for understanding why I had to.”

Jessie grabbed Alice by the waist and pulled her close, kissing her. The feel of their silicone lips meeting was sublime, better than any sensation that Jessie had ever felt in her old body.

“Hey, Jessie,” Alice stepped back, “I have one more thing to share with you.”

Alice walked over to a shelf and grabbed a small object. She walked back and Jessie saw what it was. A cock.

Alice pressed it up into her own groin, clicking it into place. “Wanna try me?” she said, playfully.

Jessie did. She knelt down and began kissing Alice’s cock. Its cool skin slipping over her tongue and between her lips. She bobbed up and down on it, looking up occasionally at Alice, who moaned in pleasure. Jessie could feel Alice getting hard in her mouth. After a time, Alice gently pushed her head back. “Stand up,” she said to Jessie.

Jessie obeyed, and Alice grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her up against the wall. Jessie wanted this. She wanted it so badly. She wanted Alice to take her and fuck her and own her.

“Are you ready, Jessie?”

“Please.”

Alice reached down to spread Jessie’s pussy open, teasing it with the head of her cock. Almost slipping it in, but pulling back every time.

“Pleaaaase please please stick it in me,” Jessie whined, “Please I want it so bad.”

Jessie gasped as Alice pushed her cock all the way into Jessie’s new cunt. Nothing in the world ever felt so right. Alice began to fuck her, slowly at first, taking what seemed like forever to slide in and out. Jessie couldn’t help but buck her hips.

“Oh, someone’s a naughty girl.” Alice said with a grin, “Keep doing that. I like that.”

Jessie obliged. Alice began to speed up, thumping herself all the way to the base, her balls slapping against Jessie’s lips. Jessie began to moan.

Alice grabbed Jessie around the waist and, without pausing her hips, lifted Jessie up off the ground and away from the wall. Jessie wrapped her legs around Alice’s waist. This was all Alice now.

She’s so fucking hot, Jessie thought, I love the way her cock slams inside me.

Alice started speeding up, using her hips and her arms to bounce Jessie on her cock. She wasn’t so much fucking Jessie as masturbating with her. Jessie couldn’t think of anything hotter. I’m just her toy, she thought, this is all I ever wanted.

“God, Jess,” Alice said, grunting as much as speaking, “Your pussy is so good. I designed it so good.”

“Yes you did.” Jessie replied, “Your cock feels amazing.”

“I wanna cum inside you babe”

“Then cum inside me, Alice, dear.”

Alice began to move her hips faster, and faster, and faster. Her eyes started to glaze over, a bit of drool collected at the corner of her mouth.

“Jessie,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.”

“Watch this.”

Alice touched the side of Jessie’s face and suddenly Jessie could feel both of their bodies from both sides. She could feel their pussy taking their cock, she could feel the buildup of pleasure about ready to break free from both of their bodies, and then.

Supernova. Alice came hard, crying out in pleasure, pumping Jessie’s cunt full of her cum. Jessie’s pussy bore down on itself, convulsing to bring itself as close as it could to Alice’s cock. The pleasure obliterated every conscious thought in the minds of both androids. A white-hot flash of sensation and joy that burned for what felt like an eternity.

Alice gently began to slow her hips as the last aftershocks of orgasm bounced off the walls of her and her partner. Jessie was limp in her grasp. Neither girl was quite certain where they ended and the other began.

Both slumped to the floor, their fans running at max speed.

“Jessie?”

“Alice?”

“You were wonderful.”

“Thank you dear.”

“I’m so glad I made you.”

“I’m so glad you made me.”

The androids embraced, then sat in silence for a time. Finally, Jessie spoke up.

“Alice?”

“Yes, dear?”

“I wanna be with you forever.”

Alice smiled.

[end]

#ivy michaels writing #robot girl #robot girls #yuri #yandere

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sminiac · 3 months

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Xikers (legal line obvi) giving hickeys

Minjae

Has the biggest thing for leaving them on your chest, trailing all the way to your stomach, the type to put in the effort to make them pretty- like in shapes of hearts or even just spots he thinks have an appealing look to it. I think just being able to kiss and suck at your skin like that makes him so turned on, nips gently at you as his hands feel you up, and he’d look so pretty doing it too, lots of eye contact if he’s leaving them on your lower body. Uses a lot of tongue to cancel out the uncomfortable feeling of it, think he’d mainly do it when he’s got his cock inside of you, slow precise strokes so he can keep a semi-steady placement. Or even cock warming? Loves the intimacy of it, being able to leave something on you that’s obviously left by no one other than him, plays into the possessiveness I see him having over you.

Junmin

I’d love to say that Junmin would be so confident going in for it but is shy seeing you walk around with vivid red spots scattered across your neck and disappearing under the collar of your shirt, but I think he’d actually like the way you almost flaunt the marks in public, around his members. He’s definitely very gentle, and the process can kind of be… boring? Yk? Like just sitting there while someone’s sucking on your skin for the sole purpose of leaving something behind, yeah, not the most enjoyable. But him, he’s different. Stimulates you in any other way he possibly can, like he keeps his hands busyyyy. He isn’t latched onto you the entire duration of his effort either, he’ll pull back every few minutes to lick at the area, press tender kisses to soothe at the dull sting then get right back to darkening the mark. He doesn’t leave much behind because of how sore it makes his lips, but they’ll definitely have the longevity despite the lack in amount. Also likes taking pictures of them..

Sumin

I think he’d be the type to do it at the most inconvenient times, and they wouldn’t be faint or small either, just gets so lost in the act that he’s not paying mind to how hard or how much he’s sucking at. He’s definitely the most aggressive out of all of them, likes doing it while he’s got his cock sunken into you, his strokes paced and leisure to keep himself steady enough to not stray far from the initial placement of his lips. Always needs his mouth busied by something, so he’s either talking (saxy?🤭… sorry.) to you or he’s busy leaving as much hickeys as he can wherever he can. Idk if I’ve said this- I think I have? But has a thing for pussy slapping, thinks it’s so hot, especially hearing you whimper while he’s sucking at your neck.

Jinsik

Unlike Junmin he’s strictly nervous whenever he leaves behind a visual sign of his presence in your skin, so I feel like teasing him about it would be so fun, purposely exposing your skin around other people, him panicking as he tries to convince you to cover it, gets so red and pouty. His lips are just as gentle and almost timid as he is in the beginning but once he’s relaxed he’s so focused that it would almost convince you he’s there solely for his own want, which is funny, because he cannot look at your skin without almost passing out after. I refuse to believe that there isn’t a side of him that becomes big headed about it though, sometimes he’ll pretend that he doesn’t want you showing them off just to get you to try harder :b

Hyunwoo

I have this feeling that he’d be possessive too, but not to the extent of Minjae. Loves leaving them anywhere on your lower half, especially your inner thighs, lets his tongue wander a lot so there’s never a plethora of spots left by the end of it. Likes having your fingers pulling at his hair, wants you pulling at his hair, it prompts a lot of groans + makes his mouth sloppy at the feeling. Also hear me out- but riding his fingers while he’s laving his warm tongue against your chest, sucking at your skin as gentle as he can while he simultaneously rubs at your clit, lets you use him for as long as you want and doesn’t mind at all because it means he has more time to leave more hickeys. The type to ask for updated pictures on the fading process, even when he’s working.

#xikers hyung line #xikers hyung line x reader #xikers smut #xikers x reader #xikers #kim minjae #kim minjae x reader #park junmin #park junmin x reader #choi sumin #choi sumin x reader #ham jinsik #ham jinsik x reader #choi hyunwoo #choi hyunwoo x reader

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bongo-clash · 1 year

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Right through the door (and all around the wall)

DP/DC week prompt: Lazarus Pit

'Bad News: Jason Todd finds a Lazarus Pit in Gotham. Worse News: There’s something crawling out of it.'

(No content warnings || fic under cut!!)

Jason’s felt weird the last few days. Like, weirder than the usual weird that comes with being a living zombie full of Lazarus waters and all their consequences- weird as in something’s up weird.

It started with some sense of unease, and maybe it was stupid to just put it down to waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but he started his days in a poor mood more often than not anyway, so he thinks it was reasonable enough. But as the week had gone on, he’d felt more and more like he was being tugged around at the chest by something, the Pit running through his veins snapping for something he didn’t know the source of. By the time six days had past, he’d well and truly had enough. Which leads to his current decision: ambling around Gotham trying to follow the feeling.

Which leads to his current situation: standing face-to-face with a glowing green puddle at the end of a nondescript alley, previously hidden vaguely by a large dumpster.

Now, Jason isn’t an idiot- in fact, he rather likes to think himself as the opposite of an idiot. And because he isn’t an idiot, he knows he’s looking at a newly-formed Lazarus Pit. There are only so many things that glow that shade of green in this world. But what the Hell is he supposed to do about it? He doesn’t know the first thing about how they’re formed, and he doesn’t know the first thing about how to get rid of them, but the appearance of one in Gotham cannot be good news. It could attract the attention of the League, which is a problem for several reasons, and perhaps more pressing is that its properties could be discovered by the local peanut gallery. The last thing anyone needs is for any of the rogues to figure out they can heal themselves with magic floor gatorade.

…He should probably tell the Bats. The thought alone pulls a grimace onto his face behind his helmet, but he knows in his heart that it’s the best thing for it. At the very least, the warning that people might start looking a little more green around the edges would be appreciated; the old man would probably go ape if he found out Jason knew about it the whole time and just didn’t say anything. Okay, maybe that makes it more tempting to not tell them- but Dick would be disappointed in him. That man’s disappointed face is universally hard to look at.

With nothing else for it, he reaches up to the side of his helmet and activates the com link he’d tentatively agreed to stay connected to. All at once, he’s greeted with the sea of idle chatter from the other Bats as they go about their patrols.

“Hey,” He interrupts, effectively cutting through the conversation. “So, I just found something interesting on my turf.”

“Little Wing!” Dick greets cheerfully, voice carrying over onto Tim’s com. It’s one of those times where Nightwing comes down from Blüdhaven to patrol with the family, then. “What is it?”

He takes a deep breath before speaking, knowing his next words are going to cause something of a stir. “I think we’ve got a Pit forming in Gotham.”

Right on time, everyone on coms starts speaking at once. Dick sputters in surprise, trying to form a response over the declaration; Tim is asking how he can be sure, and for location and size and ‘should we be worrying about Ra’s making a show?’; Damian’s saying something under his breath about all their disastrous communication skills; Barbara’s staying quiet, probably waiting until they’ve finished freaking until she starts up. Batman, though, is evidently not half as patient, shouting over the pandemonium to make himself heard.

“Hood. Explain.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Uh, that’s pretty much all I’ve got at the moment, old man. Been feeling kinda weird the last few days- felt like I was being pulled about and shit- and when I tried to find the source, I found this bright green puddle. I don’t know what else you want from me.”

“Why didn’t you inform us of the feeling prior to this?”

He’s about to snap back at the man for being pushy when he hears a noise from the end of the alley. Immediately, his gaze snaps back to the Lazarus Puddle, and he blanches when his sees the surface begin to froth.

“Hood-”

“Shut up, something’s happening.” Red Hood bites, somewhat distracted as the frothing continues, slowly becoming more violent. “Does anyone know if pits can boil over? Because I’m looking at it now and it looks like someone’s left some foul-ass milk on the stove for too long.”

Barbara’s finally voice cuts through the coms. “Nightwing and Red Robin are the closest to your current location- ETA five to seven minutes. Do you need back-up?”

“I have no idea— holy fuck.”

Distantly, he can hear the others asking him what’s up, and Barbara telling Dick and Tim to head over west, but he’s too focused on the way the pit seems to curve upwards, looking less like water and more like a thick sludge. A thick sludge that something is trying to break through. The vague impression of a hand is pushing against the surface.

His voice is breathy when he finally responds to Nightwing’s cries. “Guys, I think there’s something in there.”

“What?!”

He takes a wary step forward as the hand continues to push, and then a large step back accompanied by a startled yell as the surface finally breaks with a violent splatter. He jumps to avoid the spray, and the hand flails as it searches for purchase against the floor. Surging forward, it discovers solid ground and quickly leverages itself onto it, pushing and pushing until Jason can see the beginnings of a face.

Dripping with the more concerning equivalent of sewage, there’s black hair with the vaguest implication of white strands against it, a heart-shaped face, and bright, blue-green eyes. Ergo: something that looks almost exactly like him.

Stumbling further back as they continue to rise, he hears Barbara announce Nightwing and RR’s ETA as one minute from now, and crosses his fingers that they get here sooner, because he’s looking at this kid like a fun-house mirror and he doesn’t like it at all.

The teenager looks at him from underneath the thick coating of sludge, shaking himself free from the last dredges of the Pit clinging to his shoes. “Hm,” The guy says, tone deceptively casual. “I wasn’t expecting an audience.”

“What the fuck.” Jason chokes, barely grasping at his ability to form words beyond the shock. The teenager searches his face, before looking down at his own figure.

“Ooh, yikes, give me a second-“ He snorts, before his skin takes on a strange blue tinge and the sludge falls through him, meeting the floor with a wet slap, which- gross. “-There! Sorry about that. Coming out looking like the Blob isn’t the best first impression I’ve ever made, huh?”

Jason is rapidly losing control of both his life and the situation. “What the fuck is- I- who the fuck are you?”

“My name’s Danny.”

“Danny.”

The kid nods. “Yep. It’s Danny.”

“Okay. Danny, can you tell me what the Hell just happened?”

Danny, apparently, blinks, looking back at the Lazarus Pit for a moment before refocusing on Jason. He’s never been more glad his expression is hidden behind the helmet. “Well…” He starts hesitantly, “I… hey- who’re they?”

Jason stupidly whips his head to look behind him, and- sure enough, Nightwing and Red Robin have finally positioned themselves on the rooftops above them- but he hears a splash and when he turns around, the kid is gone, thick ripples casting over the Lazarus Puddle. The two vigilantes jump down from the roof, coming up beside him. Tim looks utterly gobsmacked.

“Did that kid just jump into the Pit?” He blurts, struggling to choose between looking at Red Hood for an answer and keeping his eye on the puddle in case something happens.

Jason takes in the situation. He takes in the sight of his brothers, the green sludge smattered across the concrete of the alleyway, the remnants of conversation echoing around his head. He thinks about everything that just happened, and takes a deep, deep breath.

“This is officially the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says, before promptly turning around and walking out of the alley, intent on going to bed and passing this whole thing off as a some kind of trauma-induced nightmare. He knows he’ll have to deal with this at some point, because there’s apparently a Lazarus Pit in Gotham and a whole guy that looked like him crawled out of it, but if he can just pretend that none of that happened for even a few hours, by God, he’s taking it.

#dp/dc week 2022 #The ending is weird because I had no idea what I was doing the entire time I was writing it #It derailed so hard from what I was going for so if it reads awkward that's why but still!!! Hjhdgfjsg #My One (1) thought was just that it'd be funny to call the pits magic floor gatorade #Yeah the title's from the Blob theme song it's just. The song is So Catchy.#I don't have anything written for tomorrow yet but I DO have the day 3 prompt finished so!! There Is That #dpxdc #Bongo's Writing!!!

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take-taker-taken · 3 months

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could i please have comfort fluff with a quiet, shy reader who cries sometimes from feeling ugly and like no one likes or cares about her with 1997 lord of darkness taker? she doesn't want to bother him with her troubles but he wants to hear her

maybe a bit erotic too..

Ok, so whenever I try to write Ministry!Taker, what comes out is a Lord of the Manor type. I find it hard to write him within a wrestling universe due to the nature of the character, so it always ends being in an AU with an air of magic powers and mysticism - I hope that’s OK! I also didn’t quite get there with the eroticism, so I’m sorry about that - just felt that if I’d tried to add it then it would have seemed shoe-horned in and rushed.

Obsidian & Lilium

You didn’t realise that you could be heard. You thought you’d found a quiet spot when the sadness overtook you and so when the door to the under stairs cupboard opens you squeak in shock.

“Now, what do we have here?” The deep voice rumbles and then his head and shoulders appear in the now open doorway.

Your eyes go wide and your throat freezes up when you realise that it’s the master of the house. Unable to respond in the moment you hurriedly wipe a hand over your face.

“Out you come, girl.” His tone is gentle but firm and then he steps back, allowing you room to slink out of your hiding place. You stand before the giant of a man, the head of the Ministry of Darkness himself - the one known as The Undertaker, and try desperately to stop crying.

He steps away briefly as your tears reduce to sniffles and you notice that he’s at the sink. He turns back and presents you with a cool, damp cloth which you take and wipe over your face. You remain in stunned silence as he takes your hand and leads you to the table, taking a seat and indicating that you should do the same.

“Perhaps you’d like to tell me why you’re crying?”

You lift the cloth to your mouth and try not to get overwhelmed. The very idea that the Lord of Darkness is here with you ‘below stairs’ is enough to send you reeling, never mind that he’s talking to you as well.

You shake your head and mumble behind the cloth, “It doesn’t matter.”

His expression remains neutral but he reaches out and plucks the material from your hand, dropping it to the table. You glance up at him guiltily, realising that you should be showing more respect and add, “It’s nothing, sir.”

He taps his long, pale fingers gently against the table top. “Enough to have a member of my ministry hiding away in a cupboard and crying. I should say that matters.”

You stare at the digits in fascination, seeing for the first time how many of them are bent as though they’ve perhaps been broken. You notice the faint freckles that pepper the back of his hands and his short, neat nails. You’ve never been this close to him and find it surprising that you don’t feel particularly scared.

“Something has upset you,” he continues. “Has anybody spoken unkindly to you?”

You look up at him and a sigh escapes before you can stop it. He doesn’t react beyond a twitch of that pierced eyebrow and so you elaborate. “Nobody speaks to me, sir. Why would they?”

“I cannot imagine why they wouldn’t, little one.”

Your eyes raise to him in surprise at the mild endearment and he nods encouragingly. You pick up the cloth again and dab at your eyes but then shake your head as you say quietly, “It’s not important. Please, I - I shouldn’t be taking up your time like this.”

He reaches across and strokes a lazy circle on your hand with one finger. “I get to decide how I spend my time - no one else.”

Your hand seems to tingle at his touch and it’s clear that you’re to keep talking. You concentrate on the pattern he’s drawing on your skin and let the words fall out, even though the reality of it makes your voice crack a bit. “Nobody really likes me, sir. There’s no one to care about me - it’s not as if I’m pretty or anything.”

“Nonsense.” He waits for you to finish but is quick with his simple rebuttal. “I’ve spent only a few moments in your company and I find you perfectly likeable, so why shouldn’t others?” He continues on as you sit in rather stunned silence. “I myself care about each and every member of my ministry, and as to your last point, well…” He stops tracing his finger over your skin and instead takes your hand in his. “You are most definitely a pretty little thing. I expect even nicer without red eyes from all those tears.”

You stare at your joined hands, his covering yours completely and then glance up at him. His expression is inscrutable and you swallow. “It’s very kind of you - too kind, sir - to say that but,”

“I never say things that I do not mean, little one.” His interruption is quiet but firm and then you’re astonished to see that he’s smiling. Not the cruel or sarcastic smirks that you think you’re used to seeing sometimes on the faces of those around you, but a genuine smile - albeit small, but that somehow makes it even more real. Unbidden, you feel yourself returning it. “There, now - such a pretty smile.”

“Thank you,” you reply as you feel yourself blushing. Doubt still nags at you, however, and you say wistfully, “I wish it were true, sir. It seems that being attractive is valued more highly than anything. And that will never be me.”

He stands up without releasing your hand and so you have little choice but to get up with him. “Valued by those without the brains to value much else,” he says. “I would like you to take a walk with me.”

It’s a question and yet not one, given how he presents it with such finality - of course, he is used to being obeyed. You’re not about to try and resist his will, so you nod and with one hand in his and the other clutching the cloth, he leads you from the room.

He takes you up the stairs and through the main house which makes your head swivel around as you take it all in. The next familiar sight you see is the gardens - you love it when you get the opportunity to walk near here, though you’ve never seen it properly. You wish it wasn’t dark and it seems silly to stroll about when it is.

“A walk in the gardens when it’s dark, sir?” You can’t help voicing your doubt and then you squeak and then giggle as he turns his free hand palm up and you see a gentle glow emanating from it. It’s enough to light the way immediately ahead of you and makes you step more confidently.

“Certainly when it’s dark, little one.” There’s that tiny endearment again and it makes your heart swell a little. “Night blooming lilies are quite beautiful.” He leads you down a few more paths and then when you round the next corner you gasp in wonder because there they are - rows of bright, white lilies glowing in the moonlight. There’s a pond too, with yet more wide open flowers sitting atop the inky black surface as water trickles down a stone feature into the pool.

“I’ve never seen anything so pretty,” you whisper, utterly transfixed by the sight before you.

He lets go of your hand and you stiffen slightly as you feel him stroking his fingertips up your back. “I have,” he says softly. “And I’m standing with her at this very moment.”

You turn and look up at him, no longer feeling shy or like a lesser person. “Thank you.”

The statement seems too small but it’s all you can manage for now and you hope it’s enough. It must be, you think to yourself, because then he’s leaning down and brushing his lips against yours. You know and understand in that moment that everything is going to be alright.

END.

#the undertaker #undertaker #this character lives in my head rent free #wwe #wwf #fanfic #the undertaker x reader #undertaker x reader #ministry!taker #ministry undertaker #anon asks #TTT Tumblr Asks

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rowiewritesstuff · 1 year

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Hallo! Yandere Poly TFP Soundwave and Shockwave Romantic Pls?

TFP Yandere Poly Shockwave and Soundwave X Reader

whoops much longer than I meant it to be-

You had been working with the Decepticons for some time. You knew that they despised humans, but they at least respected you- unlike a lot of people on Earth.

You often had a hard time expressing your emotions and often came off rude or cold. You were actually a very emotional and caring person- but no one ever tried to get past your cold-seeming exterior. That is, until you met Soundwave.

He was trying to hack into your computers because the Vehicons believed you had something on the Autobots. Soundwave was shocked when he couldn’t hack into your computers remotely, so he went to attempt in person.

You walked into your huge garage to see him standing there. He noticed you immediately and snatched you up off of the ground. Instead of the fear he expected, he was met with a blank stare. He tilted his head curiously at you.

“Yeah, good luck hacking that buddy. You’re not the first to try and you won’t be the last.”

Soundwave felt that his pride was threatened so he held onto you as he continued his work. He was instantly frustrated to find that you were right- he couldn’t get in. Somehow, this small human’s technology and code bested his Cybertronians. He placed you on the ground and pointed at the computer.

“What are you looking for?” You popped the gum in your mouth. Soundwave showed pictures of the Autobots and their alt-modes. “Oh. Those guys. Yeah, I don’t have much on them. I don’t care enough to bother.”

Normally you humans were so nosy- the amount of humans he has had to kill being in the hundreds. He watched as you typed in a few things that he recorded for future use. You pulled up the few images on the Autobots.

“There. You’re free to use the files, but make sure to shut the door behind yourself, thanks.”

He was dumbfounded as you walked back through your garage door to the kitchen.

When Soundwave went back to the Nemesis, he couldn’t stop thinking of you. While he always got his work done on time, Megatron still noticed his distracted state.

“Soundwave, has something been bothering you?” The silent mech shook his head only to be met with a scowl. “I’ve known you for over six million stellar cycles. You cannot lie to me.”

Soundwave’s shoulders slumped as he replayed the interaction between the two of you. “You couldn’t access it?” Megatron looked on with a mix of curiosity and confusion. “That’s… unusual.”

Soundwave looked down in shame. He was supposed to be the one who could get into anything. The one who was Megatron’s most trusted and reliable ally.

“Bring me this human.” Megatron ordered.

Shockwave heard about the human through the ‘grapevine’. He was ordered to make arrangements for the human’s stay. He did so, although begrudgingly. He’d much rather have been working on the Predacon Project.

It was a few days later when Soundwave came to grab you. You were watering your garden as he transformed in front of you. You looked up again at him with the same expression you had when you first met. Instead of just snatching you up, he offered you a hand which you stepped quickly onto. The next thing you knew you were on a giant alien spacecraft.

“So you’re the infamous human that beat Soundwave’s hacking skills.” Megatron looked at you from your position on Soundwave’s shoulder.

“I guess so. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Megatron studied the straight-to-the-point human. You were unusual-even by his standards. “How would you like a place among our ranks?” Megatron offered.

“I mean, yeah I guess. I’m not doing anything after 3PM everyday anyway.”

With that, you began visiting the Nemesis everyday from 3PM-12AM. You would often sleep on the Nemesis when you got your work done early- and Megatron couldn’t be more pleased with you as you strengthened their encryptions and even listened in on the Autobot’s transmissions.

Soundwave and you had become closer too, with him making it a point to ferry you to and from work everyday. Whenever anyone badmouthed you or threatened you he was there to loom over them threateningly.

Shockwave kept hearing of you, and how ‘helpful and intelligent’ you were from Megatron and some Vehicons. He was irritated- how could anyone from your species be that useful? He’d studied and experimented on many humans, and all had base intelligence of a primitive species. He had eventually had enough, and stormed in to see what the fuss was all about.

You were sitting at your computer that had been so graciously gifted to you by Megatron when you heard the door slide open. “Soundwave, can you grab me that big USB you gave me? I wanted to do a data transfer.”

“A data transfer?” Shockwave echoed. You turned to him with a nod.

“Yeah. I updated all this set of files with stronger encryption.” Shockwave looked over to your computer. He was impressed. For a human, you were pretty interesting. You both had eventually grown a mutual respect for each other over science. You would often banter back and forth, when something he had said made you laugh.

Hearing your laugh shocked both Shockwave and Soundwave who was watching through the cameras. That sound was like music to their ears and they tried to get you to laugh more. Whenever they managed to get you to laugh, Soundwave would secretly record it.

Soundwave and Shockwave (who hated each other even before you came into the picture) began competing to see who could make you laugh more.

Over the course of a few months, you went through all of their files and put heavy encryption on everything. You also made them a code that would do it for them, and another code that could pick up on transmissions. You informed Megatron that you’d be going back to your normal schedule, but he could call on you anytime that he needed you.

Because he knew that you were a person of your word and you had more than proven your loyalty, you were allowed that privilege of leaving until he yet again called upon you. He assured you that when he conquered Earth, you would be given a life of luxury. You figured you’d see Shockwave and Soundwave again, so you hadn’t bothered saying goodbye.

Shockwave and Soundwave found out when they were on the bridge together with Megatron. Megatron had offhandedly brought it up, and both of them looked at him in shock.

“My lord, is that wise?” Shockwave raced his words out. “The autobots could capture them.”

Megatron looked at Shockwave. “You seem almost concerned, Shockwave.” He noticed Soundwave’s tentacles swaying- something he often did in irritation. “Ah, I see. You both want the human. Because you are both my most loyal Decepticons, I’ll allow it- but hear this. No harm can come to this human. They may have future use.”

When Megatron waved them off, Soundwave left to get you while Shockwave made small repairs to your living space. You weren’t that shocked to see Soundwave there, except when he grabbed you without your consent. You were pretty much quiet the entire trip back to the Nemesis where Shockwave explained you’d be staying with them indefinitely.

“You know you’re going to have to buy me food, clothes, and toiletries, right?”

“We have more than enough.” Shockwave gestured to the semi-trucks that had been stolen.

You shrugged. “Alright, at least I don’t have to go to work anymore.”

And you’ll never have to do any job for a human ever again- because you were never leaving this ship. Not that you wanted to. Shockwave and Soundwave got you anything you wanted.

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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The Ginger Serpent

A/N: Archie's a serpent in this one shot.

They were watching Rebel Without a Cause at the Twilight Drive-In. It was the Drive-In’s closing night and almost everyone in town showed up as Y/N, his sister, and Kevin were sitting in the back of Kevin’s truck bed. Blankets all around and some to cover them as they watched, with Cheryl inviting herself in their little group as they watched James Dean on screen.

“That hair.” Kevin smiles.

“That jacket.” Y/N said in between bites of popcorn.

“Jason always adored the Drive-In.” Cheryl said. Kevin looks at Veronica and rolls his eyes. Behind them, the Southside Serpents were laughing and making a ruckus as Kevin snickers as he elbowed Y/N to get his attention to look at them. “Southside trash.”

“They’ve been doing that since the opening credits.” Veronica said.

Kevin turned his head towards them. “Shh!” They all shush hun back and throw cans at him that never reach. They’re still rowdy as Kevin looks at Y/N in defeat. They wouldn’t be quiet. Y/N’s had enough as he stands up and looks at the Serpents, locking eyes with a very good-looking ginger guy. “Hey! You know what happens to a snake when a heavy black boot steps on it? Shut the hell up, or you’ll find out the hard way.”

All around the Drive-In, the people applauded Y/N for finally saying what they were all thinking. Y/N bows like a gentleman. “Thank you.” He sits back down as the ginger eyes him as he smirks. Kevin looks at Y/N in disbelief. “I cannot believe you just threatened a gang-banger.”

“I’ve dealt with worse in the east village. I just hate when people disrespect my cinematic experience. Especially this one. It’s one of my favorites.” Y/N said.

It’s quiet until Veronica shakes the bucket of popcorn. “How about a refill, Hermanito?”

“Yeah, Y/N, how about a refill?” Cheryl smiles sweetly. “Cherry cola, as always.” He rolls his eyes as he gets off the truck bed as everyone scoots over one spot.

Y/N walks up to the concession stand and waits for his turn as he sets the bucket on the counter. “Can I get a refill?” The guy nods his head and takes the bucket as Y/N waits for him to come back. “And some gummy bears and a cherry cola and a regular one. Who am I trying to impress?” The guy gets all the things he’s asked for. “And can you put all this on Cheryl Blossom’s tab?” He nods his head as Y/N scoops up his treats and is about to walk away, when he almost runs into the ginger guy from the Serpents.

“Not so tough now, huh?” He asked Y/N. He’s about 5’11 with red hair and gorgeous brown eyes. He wore blue jeans and a red leather jacket to match his hair. He had a menacing and playful atmosphere around him. Y/N swallowed. “What? Am I supposed to be scared of you or something?”

“You do know what a Southside Serpent is, right?”

“And? You guys are like the watered-down versions of the Outsiders.” Y/N told him. “Now, may I go through, or are we going to have problems?” He tried to push past the taller male boy, but he grabbed his arm. “I have a better idea.” He basically dragged Y/N behind the concession stand towards the fence as he helped Y/N set his stuff down before he glared at Y/N. “You sure gotta smart mouth on ya, don’t ya?” He pushed him against the fence as Y/N looked at him.

“Yeah? And just what are you going to do about it?” Y/N asked him.

The ginger smirked before he leaned down and captured his lips into a kiss as Y/N was shocked as he let the redhead push him against the fence. They were grunting and panting as the taller male slammed Y/N gently against the metal of the fence. Y/N tangled his fingers inside the ginger’s head and messed it up as a small revenge as they broke apart for air. “I should go.”

“Something tells me you don’t want to, do you?” The redhead grins.

“I guess not.” Y/N told him.

“I’m Archie, by the way. Archie Andrews.”

“Y/N Lodge.”

“Lodge? Like Hiram Lodge?” Archie asked.

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

“No. Is this a problem?” He showed him his tattoo of a serpent.

“I won’t tell if you won’t?”

“Deal.”

They kissed again.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #archie andrews #archie andrews x male reader #kj apa #KJ Apa x male reader #riverdale #southside serpents #AU #james dean

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jalebi-weds-bluetooth · 4 months

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Hello JWB! Your blog is the best!!

I recently started my 3rd rewatch of Ipkknd over the past 10 years and reading your blog alongside is so much fun! Your navigation for the blog is so meticulous. You are absolutely hilarious and reading your posts reminds me of when me and friends used to discuss the new Ipkknd episode every day on our ride to school! Good old times 🥲

I have a question for you as someone who has watched the show at different periods in her life. There are some scenes which I had a different perspective of when I was a teenage girl compared to now as woman in her 20s. For example, in my current rewatch I get so annoyed at scenes where Arnav holds Khushi hard enough to leave a mark on her arms, but when I watched the scene as a 12 year old its not something that crossed my mind as abusive (especially when they played the Oh-so-wonderful Rabba Ve over those scenes).

So are there are any scenes like that which you looked at differently over the years with age?

Hello my dear anon!

Such a brilliant question - SO MUCH HAS CHANGED with age and time.

1. Arnav and Khushi’s sangeet. I was just so happy to see them get married that I didn’t think much about it but as I grew older I just really didn’t like it. They completely wasted Akash and Payal and I never understood Mami’s over involvement in the sangeet and also… Khushi lip syncing to lyrics instead of a yes I’ll marry you and WHY IS MAMI PLAYING KHUSHI AND WHY IS AN AUNT AND NEPHEW DANCING ROMANTICALLY 😣

2. The dabba service. I actually liked it when I was younger cause the comedy made me laugh. As an adult though I’m bothered that Khushi’s decision to be financially independent does not stem from supporting her family but that she needs to return 300 rupees to Arnav? And somehow we’re supposed to think she’s highly intelligent for working at her husband’s place, through his office kitchen and that’s a … victory? Also so awkward for Arnav to publicly be demeaning of Khushi and him getting furious that she’s “insulting him” but also Khushi getting rabba ve because he enjoys her food? It’s just too regressive that anything Arnav likes about Khushi is tied to bahu duties - that is cooking great food or calling herself his wife. Also Khushi just acts so childish in general I cannot.

3. Khushi’s behavior when Arnav lost his voice. I found her irritating. She’s too childish. The fact she expects Arnav will give her a gift to thank her for having done a “great job” like WHY can this woman NOT be intelligent is beyond me. ARNAV AND KHUSHI DONE SHARE THAT RELATIONSHIP! ALSO WHY DOES SHE GO AHEAD AND SIT IN THE DRIVER’s SEAT??? IS SHE A LITERAL CHILD LIKE I NEVER DID THAT WHEN I WAS 7 MYSELF! And it’s supposed to be funny that Arnav makes her do squats in front of a police officer? That’s demeaning to a woman who’s supposed to be your wife. It’s just really not landing for me tbh.

4. Khushi as a character is very annoying post elopement because she’s reduced to a childish caricature without a hint of brain.

5. I don’t think Arnav does anything great or romantic in the 24 hours track. He has emotionally and verbally abused Khushi multiple times. The one time she tries to leave house - that too for the sake of his sister - he makes her work around for money, threatens her friends so they can’t financially assist her and then takes over her property? I don’t find this coercion romantic nor do I find it to be “ASR” style. My guy was running behind to say sorry cause he was rude to her on the day his parents died. The one day where he’s allowed to be by himself and rude because it’s a traumatic day. (I have to see Khushi’s birthday and the sexy back massage in a separate context to enjoy).

6. I’m not ok with Arnav showering gifts on Khushi after he brought her home by coercing her. I don’t like how Khushi switches into bahu mode to make Anjali happy - girl you were threatened by your husband two hours ago and you’re busy playing Mrs Raizada? - and I’ve said this before but the sudden showering of gifts felt closer to love bombing and a reward for listening to him. I know Arnav is a man of actions - a man of actions would correct his mistake. I needed somethings to be better between Arshi to enjoy this.

7. I DO NOT LIKE THEIR I LOVE YOU DAMN IT. The fact it’s preceded by a very non consensual/dubious consent suhaagraat setup and that Khushi is busy talking about rituals than actually talking about what matters is… ugh. It genuinely feels like sexual frustration and my heart felt so sad that he’s dragging her around pheras to get done with it and Khushi’s elopement was traumatic.

8. Khushi tricking Arnav to light Janmashtami diya. Arnav is an atheist, that’s just as critical as following another “religion”. Would Khushi get a Muslim man to partake in Hindu religious activities by plot? No right. Would she be appreciate being tricked into having bread and wine as that’s the flesh and blood of Christ? Nope. The fact that they show wow Khushi is amazing she brought a NON RELIGIOUS MAN to partake in a religious amazing and thus has more influence than Lavanya on Arnav grates my nerves. I’m religious, and I cannot imagine imposing it on anyone - especially not to my atheist brother.

9. This is something small but I don’t get why Khushi can’t stay over the day Anjali miscarries and when Arnav asks her to stay back. Like something majorly traumatic has happened and Khushi still has to go by what will be acceptable for Dadi? That it’s not ok for Khushi to stay over? I get it if Dadi interrupted cause she’s perfectly terrible enough to do it and Arnav then wants Khushi to leave cause he won’t be able to hear another word against Khushi and she matters more. But also this is Anjali - there’s no way Khushi is leaving the house until Anjali regains certain consciousness and stability.

These are 9 moments that I didn’t like as I grew older (I have some stuff that I didn’t like right off the bat, lol) but here are also a set of moments that I actually grew to love the older I got.

1. A lot of first half Arnav. Very well setup as an anti hero with darker shades. His opinion on marriage and relationships is actually really good and I love the scene where he calls off the arrangement for his arranged marriage cause he clearly states that this would ruin multiple lives.

2. Shyam. I thoroughly enjoy a lot of his scenes because what a villain! I love all of his “nice damad” scenes cause it perfectly establishes why none would suspect and why Payal Khushi will have a hard time telling the truth to the Raizadas cause it’s just so impossible. I also love kidnapping era Shyam cause he and Khushi have AMAZING scenes and the show remembers that Shyam is KHUSHI’s villain! He really drives the plot.

3. I really have grown to love the scene where Khushi thinks she must leave Arnav because he won’t be able to accept aarav and that’s stemming from her own orphan trauma and that when Arnav does see her leaving he’s so gentle about it. He makes her sit, addresses her concern and that Khushi just bursts into tears and hugs him and admits she doesn’t know what she is doing and I love it that Arnav cares for her and Khushi is being her most honest self. It’s so underrated and SO beautiful.

4. Heer Ranjha in a different context. Because what Arnav says is an apology and perhaps the best one in the show.

Thanks for the love,

- Jalebi

#ipkknd #ask #anon #I really like this question

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impossiblesongs · 2 months

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it's a god-awful small affair (simm!master x reader)

Summary: You jolt at the voice and the setting powder goes sprawling over the side of your vanity. A chorus of No’s falling from your lips as your eyes trace the culprit shoving the rest of your window open and sticking a boot inside.

Disclaimer: Not my characters. This is a disclaimer.

AN: this pair hasn’t left me and now it’s everyone’s problem AN2: title from david bowie's 'life on mars' AN3: i'm going to try to give backstory and so i figure fluff is in order, enjoy

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it's a god-awful small affair simm!master x reader simm!master timeline: in and around chapter 2 of OG fic

“Aha!”

You jolt at the voice and the setting powder goes sprawling over the side of your vanity. A chorus of No’s falling from your lips as your eyes trace the culprit shoving the rest of your window open and sticking a boot inside.

“I knew you didn’t have work scheduled today! Fibber!

“Christ,” you swore, moving swiftly from behind your vanity to bar the Master further entrance into your bedroom. “You cannot be here!”

“But I am,” the Master tries harder to shove himself inside, only you don’t give an inch, hand perching at the underside of his knee and pushing back.

“Please, come back tomorrow. Please, please, please,” you beg in a panic.

“Move out of the way!”

“You have to go!”

Your bickering is halted by your bedroom door being flung open and your sister walking in, her second babe perched high on her hip.

“Oh, you have a man in your bedroom,” Georgiana states.

“This is, uh, my… my mate! This is.. he’s,” you sputter, trying to think of any possible outcome wherein you tell Georgiana the Master’s name that won’t come back to bite you in the arse. The introduction will end in her immediately conjuring up that you’re obviously in some sort of BDSM relationship, which will then be spread like wildfire throughout the family, and you get enough interference about your romantic situation or lack thereof from them, thank you very much.

Your eyes meet the Master’s in hopes for an out, but he merely beams at your ineptitude. You could slap him.

“I’m Harry,” he finally says, presenting a hand to your sister. “And who is this spry young chap.”

“Hello, Harry, this is Marlow,” Georgiana introduces her son, looking the Master up and down shrewdly. “Now Harry, would you like to tell me why it is you are climbing into my sister’s window when there’s a perfectly far-from-adequate door downstairs?”

“George,” you say.

“Fun!” the Master says.

Georgiana stares at him, her pale blue eyes hard and unrelenting in her scrutiny, and then gently, she begins to laugh. “Oh, what a lark! You must stay for dinner, Harry!”

“George,” you scold. “I don’t quite think it’s th – Harry’s scene.”

“He’s hanging around your apartment with your godawful family due to show, I hardly think he’s too opposed. Are you, Harry?”

“I’ve no plans,” the Master adds, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Sorted!” Georgiana grins, hefting Marlow from one hip to the other. “You’d best introduce him to mom and pop, which is what I actually came up to tell you. They’ve just pulled up, Gran jumped ship. Feigned a hip out of place or something.”

“Oh, for the love of,” you roughly grab the Master’s bicep and march him out of your bedroom with the order, “Loo first, wipe off your eyeliner. Don’t be yourself!”

You turn hastily to walk back into your bedroom, your stomach filling with dread the longer you register that yes, this is actually happening. Georgiana is looking out of the window that the Master climbed inside from. The soft light of the evening bathes her with flattery, her complexion is fair and her hair looks spun of gold, eyes a dewey blue.

“It’s not easy to climb up here,” she says, “he must really like you.”

“He’s fond of doing the absolute worst thing,” you answer back, hoping the nerves are not evident in your voice. You refuse to meet her eye.

Georgiana laughs gleefully, “He’s so odd.”

You brush off the comment and shrug your shoulders, “So he’s odd.”

“No, I mean. He seems fun, if a bit emo and peculiar. He’s handsome, mother will positively hate that he’s older than you, which is a certifiable plus! And, look at it this way, you can hardly get another Samual Rosshart, hmm? Not even the universe could be that cruel to you. You should invite him to the wedding!”

You figure you should cut her off before any of this can go further, “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

Georgiana quirks a brow and flattens Marlow’s fine baby hair, kissing the crown of his head.

“Touchy,” she says, before moving towards the door.

You sigh and follow.

You hold a glass of champagne in your hand and wonder how in the hell is the Master engaged in comfortable debate with your father at the other side of the room, a man whom he’s taken to calling ‘Berry.’ Your father only lets people in his immediate family call him by his name, which is Tiberius. For anyone else it is Sir, and for his children in particular. And your mother is no better, hanging off the Master’s shoulder, her shrill laughter can probably be heard all the way to bloody Mars.

“Well, it seems you’ve won the lottery, dear sis,” your sister’s husband, Maximus, comments over your shoulder. “Your old mum won’t have to put you down so soon now that you’re in the race.”

“Pithy,” you say, downing your glass. You hate existing in this absurdity that happens within your parents’ vicinity. Their suffocating expectation that always starts on a lukewarm reception only to taper down into their eventual and immovable disappointment, their scathing veiled rhetoric passed off as affection.

“Don’t take it too hard, old girl,” Maximus pats your shoulder sympathetically. “Least you can do for us is take the shine for a night so we can get a chance to go lick our wounds.”

“Too true,” Georgiana butts in and takes her husband’s vodka glass, having joined your little corner in hell from putting the kids down on your bed for their evening nap. "Mum's twat is in a bunch over how you possibly have no prospects at your age. Prospects, she said! Like we're in the 1800s."

"I'm sure for her it is, she's been to powder her nose six times since she's arrived," Maximus hush-says. "Her gait is starting to lean ever so precariously to the right."

"God, I need to steal whatever she's got stashed," Georgiana snickers into her husband's shoulder. "You know it's the good stuff too, horrible fucking example, she is."

“I need some air,” you knock shoulders with George on your way to the kitchen but pay it no mind. You exit through the back door and immediately seek out the cigarettes you’ve hidden at the top corner of the archway, breaking the new packet, and shoving a stick into your mouth. Relaxation swarms your body the second you light and inhale nicotine.

“What’s a Samual Rosshart?”

“Ohmygod,” you start, glaring at the Master who is now standing in front of you. Of all the vexations today has wrought, the one that sticks is, “Why were you listening?!”

The Master sniggers, eyeing you as if you’re particularly soft in the head, before stealing the cigarette from your lips.

“In your own time,” he says, taking a puff. “So, you’re adopted.”

“I’m adopted,” you confirm.

“And Berry and Matt?”

You laugh helplessly at his absurd little nicknames for your parents and you steal the cigarette back before you wring his neck.

“Tiberius and Mathilda married young, both from disgustingly rich families but the riches are not easy to come by," you say.

The Master hums in assent.

“Well, to tell you the unequivocal truth, they adopted me because a clause to Dad getting his inheritance was that he had to start a family within the first three years of marriage, and they were having trouble conceiving. Georgiana came about two years after I was adopted. That happens apparently, conceiving comes easier without all the pressures. I was about seven. I had a friend in her, after that.”

“After that,” the Master narrows his eyes, “as in you didn’t before?”

“I mean, they weren’t terrible to me. I had the best of everything, clothes, food, home, tutors. It’s just that… well, they’re terribly privileged individuals. Vapid and practically bred to be lifelong alcoholics, you should see the family tree. They were very hands-off, for me and Georgie. They took care of where we would be, who would take care of us, trot us from place to place when we needed to be seen as a unit, but mostly Georgie and I were our own ocean until we got older, more sociable in adult circles. Mum always went on about the stiff upper lip and all that.”

“And Samuel Rosshart?” the Master prompts.

You try not to physically wilt at the past, but you feel your cheeks warm immediately. You tell yourself it’s just the draft of the evening. “He was, well. I suppose he was the first person I ever fell for.”

You pause, tearing over the images of a life once lived, of your girlhood innocence blossoming into something of a nightmare. Of first loves and tying yourself to someone who could bring about such unwavering tragedy. Over how, after, you've feared you’re doomed to incur such beginnings and endings, helpless to it. It feels like a brand on your soul now, an absolute certainty, that you attract these things. It's why you’ve never really dated seriously. This first time was enough.

You try to push it all out steadily and succinctly, through gritted teeth, “Sadly, he was also a raging narcissistic sociopath. He killed two girls in our year, he had me on that list at some point I’m sure.”

“And,” you feel the Master’s fingers bump into yours and you hand the cigarette over without a glance.

“And I sat him down and told him I knew what he was up to,” you say, “and then asked him to tell me, in plain detail, his every why. Needless to say it gave him pause.”

The Master cackles outright, startling you with the strength of his amusement. He covers his mouth with a hand to stop the outburst, cigarette dangling between his graceful fingers.

“I’m sorry, I.. that’s terrible,” but he doubles over with unrestrained enjoyment, laughing so hard that his face is beet red when he looks back up at you, having to take a moment to catch his breath. “Oh, pet. You’ve no idea how your obvious human defect is actually the funniest thing about you.”

“You know I thought you’d… I don’t know, mock me, or something,” you confess. “Poor little rich girl, the worst of cliches.”

“Well, are you?”

He offers the cigarette back to you, it’s nearly a stub.

“Am I – what? Sad?”

You take it.

“Rich,” he says.

“Ah. As it stands, no. Berry and Matt, as you call them, pay for this little hovel - their term - and my college, food. But like his father before him, I have to meet my own father’s clause to even hope to access a single cent.”

“Could kill them for you,” he offers, giving a vicious grin you can’t help but mirror. “But actually, what I was thinking, is that it makes us much more alike than we both initially thought.”

“How so?”

“I suppose, in every intended way,” the Master glances up at the evening sky, “we can never really go home.”

“Well, you can always kip here,” you bump your shoulder into his.

“Bugger off, I agree with your parents this place is so pedestrian,” the Master grimaces and pushes away from you. “We both well know, you’ll kip at mine,” the Master throws an arm over your shoulder. “Now come on, Berry sent me to fetch you.”

You groan in misery, allowing him to usher you back inside, where your parents do not hesitate to launch for your proverbial throat the second you are back in their grasp.

Thankfully, with the Master at your side, he makes quick work of trading barbs with the best of them. The evening goes by a whole lot quicker than you’d ever hoped. You feel… shielded, almost. And concerned, the Master plays the most quintessential snob. Your parents are half in love with him by the time they take their leave.

“You can never do that again,” you tell the Master when it’s over and your parents, sister and her family are well out of sight, “ever! If I tell you not to come ‘roud, there’s a reason. Please, promise me?”

The Master smiles at you so insufferably that you want to push him out of a window.

“Bribe me,” he says.

#the master x reader #simm!master x reader #wyrwtd

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talesfromthebandgeekmafia · 6 months

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god too much to process I’m about to fucking cry I never cry at tv man THEY LEFT THEM IN AN INN 😭 PETE & LUCIUS GOT MARRIED. WHILE ED LOOKED AT STEDE. the whole crew—well not the whole crew. Izzy oh my god fuck man. They gave him the fucking thesis of the show. Our Flag Does Mean Fucking Death 🏳️‍🌈 our love for eachother and the community we’ve built will both outlive and tear down all of the walls that forced us to the margins

The fucking monkey’s paw got me man I was just thinking today about how my initial season 2 predictions ended with Izzy succumbing to his hubris and bitterness and dying for it I DIDNT KNOW. I DIDNT KNOW HOW HE’D TURN IT AROUND! Ah Fuck 😭 gonna try not to think about him at Calypso’s Birthday. He was so happy and at peace with himself. He finally had a real home and a community. He was a good first mate. He was part of the family. He died apologizing for making Ed feel like he couldn’t be loved and assuring him he was with his hand on his face saying ‘there he is’ but this time it’s Ed not Blackbeard 🥺 Rest In Peace darling Unicorn man I did not expect to end up loving you so much <3

but yeah pushing that gutwrenching tragedy aside for a second (wait nevermind actually because I just realized Izzy got shot in the right side aka the one which according to this show’s logic has all the important bits in it FUCK—) the entire crew is back on The Revenge PLUS Zheng and MOTHERFUCKIN SPANISH JACKIE!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT SPANISH JACKIE REGULAR CREW MEMBER POSSIBILITIES NEXT SEASON????? Fuck me even if our hard work doesn’t pan out (#renew as a crew) and we don’t get our third season I could live with this ending. Ed and Stede are happily retired fixing up an inn, they both know they love eachother, the rest of the crew is off together doing their pirate thing but still able to pop back and visit whenever. Though Ricky when they catch you Ricky you son of a bitch istg. Little weasel. Demeans Jackie, tries to wipe out an entire culture because they didn’t let him play pirate, assumes (of fucking course) that a white man is the real power behind Blackbeard’s glory not Ed’s tactical genius and martial skill. Murders Izzy putting a damper on an otherwise badass scene where everyone looks fucking incredible in their fancy matching coats.

I can’t with Our Flag Means Death man. Despite budget cuts and less episodes they fucking did it again. I know I’ve said it before but I seriously cannot understate how much ofmd means to me. What a season, everything I’d hoped for and more from my favorite show <3

#so much to process here #I can’t believe the season is over just like that #this show is all love man #there’ll never be anything quite like it again #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #renew as a crew #spilling the Tea

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pinksirensong · 2 years

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Good day! Would like to request a Morpheus x Jealous Fem! Reader. Angst & a fluffy ending. Thank u! 🥰

Hii!! Sorry it took so long, I don't know if it's exactly how you wanted it, but I hope you enjoy it <3

warning: angst, kind of depressive thoughts and suggestive ending (hehe)

Y/N could hear his words echoing inside her head “It has been 10,000 years, Nada. Yes. I still love you.”, she was the one by his side for thousands of years, before, during and after his imprisonment, being locked away with him at that fishbowl. How naïve of her to even think that the many nights you shared meant to him the same as to her. She was just a demigod daughter of Hades who gained immortality after sacrificing herself to save Mount Olympus, but Nada was a Queen, a leader. It was hard to ignore it, she was there when he said it and not even for a moment Morpheus thought about her feelings.

Then there was Calliope, the kind muse who was the mother of his son Orpheus, and once again Y/N was present to see the tension between them. She wanted to hit him, scream at him and call him a liar for making her believe he loved her back, but she was too tired. Jealousy was an ugly feeling, and it was consuming too much of her, all the time she just didn’t feel like enough and instead she felt like a second choice. Today this was going to stop, she was tired of this pain.

- What are you doing? – she heard his voice coming from the bedroom door. She threw more clothes inside her bag and closed it.

- Leaving. I never had much here, but if I missed something you are more than welcome to set it on fire.

- I do not understand. – she let out a unhumorous laugh and tried to leave the bedroom without success, because he held her wrist. – Y/N, please. Tell what is happening. Why are you leaving the Dreaming? Why are you leaving me? – the demigod needed to get away, it was too hard seeing him hurt like that but also knowing it was for the best.

- Because I’m tired of feeling like a consolation prize to you. – he tried to speak, but she wouldn’t let him. Morpheus asked what was going on and now he would listen to her. – Have you any idea of how I felt when you told Nada that you still loved her? I was right there and yet it was like you simply ignore it. And then you dragged me to save your ex-wife, and while I’m glad she’s okay and we did the right thing, did I truly had to witness you giving her your lovey-dovey eyes? Must you rub in my face that you don’t love me? After everything I though at least you would spare me some empathy.

- Y/N…

- I’m leaving, Morpheus. I shall go back to my home, at the Underworld, with my father Hades.

- No, you cannot leave. Y/N, please, please listen to me. – the tears she was holding back now she was shedding them. It was impossible to hold the sadness and the hurt inside her, the last thing she wanted was to do this. Could he see how much it pained her to leave him? Couldn’t he make it easier for her? – I am utterly sorry for all the pain I caused you but more than this, I am sorry that you ever felt like I didn’t love you. That you weren’t my first choice, because you are. Y/N, you will always come first for me. I cannot free Nada, for I’ve not forgiven her, but I thought perhaps that response would ease some of her pain. – he touched her check and Y/N closed her eyes, letting him get closer to her. – And Calliope and I will always share a connection because of our son and our shared pain, but you are mistaken for I could never love her, Nada or anyone else when you are the one holding my heart.

- Morpheus…

- Do not leave me, my love. There is no life for me without you, I would be simply existing and fulfilling my purpose. I can only be alive with you, only your love can bring joy to my heart and meaning to my days. From this day on I shall show you every second of every day how much I truly love you. – she left her bag behind and throwed herself at him.

- I love you, Morpheus. – no more words were needed, she pulled him for a kiss. Getting her in his arms at bridal style and throwing her at their shared bed, he vowed to himself to never let her think such things ever again, and tonight Morpheus would show her how much he loved her.

#morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #the sandman

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emdeedot45 · 10 months

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EmmaxAldon - To the Core

I loved the chemistry between these two in Fubar... couldn't resist writing a little something for them!

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Emma sat on the steps outside the cabin, staring up at the stary sky. The past few weeks had been nothing short of weird.

After fleeing from the wedding, they’d ended up in a remote cabin the CIA had used as a safe house, while they awaited further instructions on what they needed to do next.

Standard procedure when your identity was compromised.

But that wasn’t really the weird part.

No, the weird part was the group of people she was with.

She had her team of course – her dad, Roo, Barry, and Aldon. Then there was her family too – her mom, Oscar, Romi and...

But then there was also Donnie and Carter. The two very unfortunate souls who were dragged into this complete shit show. They shouldn’t be here. Her worlds were colliding in uncomfortable ways, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

She’d worked so hard to keep Carter separate from her life in the CIA, and now it had all gone to shit.

But Emma was wiser now. Working with this team had somehow made her more self-aware. That she needed to own her decisions. That sometimes the ideals she built up in her head could never exist. Should never exist.

And that maybe the ideal wasn’t what she thought it was. Maybe the ideal was something else entirely. Something that had caught her completely off guard.

“Penny for your thoughts, Brunner?”

Emma turned her head and saw Aldon standing behind her, his hands shoved in his pockets.

There was no doubt that his stupid cute face was an ideal – especially when he looked at her like that.

She shook her head before turning back to look at the stars, “You don’t want to know.”

She heard the wood decking creek behind her before Aldon lowered himself down beside her. “Try me.”

Emma sucked in a breath, “I am... thinking about love.”

“Love?”

Emma turned to look at him with a teasing smile, “Yeah, love. You know that intense feeling of deep affection for someone or something—”

The corner of his mouth slowly tipped up, his eyes scanning her face.

Emma gulped.

How could his light perusal send her into an internal spiral? She was a spy for gods sake! She should be calm.

Then again, her dad was a prime example of how love had no rules. It wasn’t something we could ever control no matter how hard we tried. No matter how hard we tried to make love fit a mould that suited us.

“I know what love is, Emma.” Aldon responded quietly, his eyes still firmly on hers. “My mom always told me that love should rock your world to its core. It should rock it in a way you don’t ever want to come back from.”

“That’s pretty profound pooh bear. Didn’t you tell me that the only way to do this job was to not get attached to other people?” She said with a light laugh.

Aldon lifted a shoulder, “Just because I’ve never experienced love – or I’ve chosen not to experience it – doesn’t mean it doesn’t or cannot exist. Maybe it’s sometimes worth the risk. But I’m definitely open to have my world rocked.” He finished with a wink.

Emma let out a playful scoff and rolled her eyes. Trust Aldon to turn something sweet into something sexual. She knew in that moment that the CIA’s very own HIMBO struggled with vulnerability – and it was all too relatable.

He did have one up on her, however. He had been open with her in that bunker and in the aftermath. Talking about his past and his choices. About how she was making him rethink those choices. About how she was worth the wait.

And what had she done? Thrown it all in his face. Showing such little regard for his feelings. He wanted to be a choice, not an afterthought.

She wanted him to be a choice too.

And she knew that he could be.

“I think I liked the idea of Carter.” She blurted out, kind of unexpectedly. She figured if she’d started, she may as well continue. “Stability, normality, calm. I tried to force him into this ideal of what I wanted my home life to be but it just – it doesn’t exist. It can’t exist. Not in my world.”

“I think you can still have all of those things in this job. You just have to have it with the right person.” Aldon replied.

“I’m not sure what the right person could be in this job.”

“When you know, you’ll know.” Aldon replied with such conviction in his voice.

Emma looked at him. How could someone who had never experienced love be so sure? Then again, she wasn’t exactly a good example of what it looked like to love someone. What did she know?

“I’m really sorry, Aldon.”

Aldon raised a brow, “Looks like I’m the next stop on the Emma Brunner apology tour.”

She chuckled, “Looks like it. I was unfair to you. I used you without any regard for your feelings and I lied about it afterwards. It did mean something to me. I’m just still working out what.”

Aldon slowly nodded, “Maybe it’s the start of a love that will rock your world to its core.” He replied with a grin.

Emma let out a breathy laugh, “I think it would take a lot to rock my world given the life I live.”

Aldon stood up, walking a few paces in front of her. He turned around and placed his hands on his hips. “Challenge accepted.”

Emma was stunned to silence. This man was something else. Arrogant, indecent –

Who was she kidding?

He was confident, thoughtful, protective, sexy – and he just got her. He knew what she needed, and he understood her heart. Her flawed heart that just needed some work to get in the right place.

To get in the right place to love someone like they deserved to be loved.

“You’re confident. I’ll give you that.”

That was all Emma had in her to reply in that moment. The rest had to wait.

“I told you that you were worth waiting for, Emma. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give you a little nudge in the right direction.” He commented before he turned and started to walk away. He paused and turned around again, “How do you feel about being serenaded?”

Emma snorted, “Don’t you dare.”

Aldon nodded, “Hm. Thought so.” He teased with a wink before walking away again.

Man.

She was in trouble.

#Fubar #Emma Brunner #Aldon Reese #EmmaxAldon #Emma x Aldon #Fubar Spoilers #Fubar Fic #Netflix

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1. Hey I am looking for a fic where Wei Ying has an ear problem and Lan Zhan detects it.. @ms-anyway (I think I remember a fic like this, LWJ finds out because WWX keeps getting hit by cars right? - Mod C)

FOUND? please don’t let me be misunderstood by sysrae (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, getting hit by cars, Past Child Abuse)

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2. Hi!! I’ve tried very hard to find this one fic but alas I cannot 😭 wwx made a deal with lxc to save the wens, and they end up getting married. Lwj is obviously not into this but tries to accept it. Lwj and wwx end up getting together and they feel terrible about sneaking behind lxc back even tho he and wwx have no expectations of feelings for each other. Lxc eventually finds out and wq comes up with wx endgame solution by marrying jc to some sort of alliance. I’ve looked everywhere, thank you so much if you’re able to find it.

FOUND? still left with the river by TooSel (E, 77k, WangXian, ChengQing, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Arranged Marriage, Political Alliances, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Slow BurnF, riends to Lovers, Pining, Jealousy, Infidelity, Adoption,Angst with a Happy Ending, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation Sect Politics)

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3. Hi there! Looking for a fic where Lan Sizhui goes on a TV series (or something similar) trying to find and reunite with WWX (who had raised him from early childhood before he was adopted and subsequently raised LWJ), and it turns out that there was a whole mystery happening with WWX because he basically disappeared in order to protect the Wens and was believed dead/missing. WWX was found in yiling(?) with the other wens living in a community with them. LSZ reuniting with WWX, the Wens, and Wangxian happening. It was a modern AU (unsure if it was tagged as such however), completed work.

FOUND? Yesterday Once More by Sweetlittlevampire (T, 22k, wangxian, modern, reality show au, long lost family au, adoption, reunions, lost love, getting back together, found family, angst w/ happy ending)

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4. hi!!!! ok so! i’ve been trying to find this fic with lwj and wwx meet during the cloud recess arc. wei ying is a big airhead who tends to get lost in his thoughts often- and very , VERY prone to wandering away even w many precautions taken since wwx’s fear of dogs jiang have to resort to leaving them all over so wwx won’t escape lans agree to ensure wwx saftey !! wwx ends up wandering and lwj finds him, and somehow lwj agrees to have s3x with wwx if he’s good for a few weeks @vexinglyvebrose

FOUND? no. 4 might be The Absent Minded Disciple by deliciousblizzardshark it's deleted

PSA: This fic has been hidden by the author and they wish it is not shared!

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5. hi!! so, for the next fic finder, could you maybe find a post on tumblr?? i mean, i think it was. maybe im wrong. it was something in the cloud recess arc, in which they have a class on curses, i think. then they somehow feel the pain they are going to feel when they die, and while everyone felt almost nothing, wwx got eaten by fierce corpses, that sht gotta hurt. and so he keeps screaming while everyone is horrified watching. i think he gets hurt as well?? im sorry if this was long, as always, thank you!! <3

FOUND! this post and its reblogs / To Gaze at the End by mondengel (M, 1k, LXC & LWJ, Horror) I just posted the expanded version of that ficklet on AO3 for OP if they want it

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6. Hi! Sorry to bother you but I can't find this specific fic and it drives me crazy. Wei Wuxian is accused of killing Lan Wangji by the Jins, there's a bloodied forehead ribbon as a proof. He's imprisoned and going to be executed. Lan Xichen doesn't believe WWX did it so he talks to WWX and then launches his own investigation. In the end it turns out LWJ was kidnapped by the Jins to frame WWX. LWJ shows up in time to save WWX.

I tried looking at AO3 but didn't find it. Would be great if you know this fic. Thank you for all your work!

FOUND! The Murder of Hanguang-Jun by SequoiaSempervirens (T, 23k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, LXC/JGY, canon divergence, fake character death, murder mystery, angst w/ happy ending, torture, suicidal thoughts, drowning, getting together, love confessions, YLLZ WWX)

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7. I think this is part of a series, it's about a dark yunmeng triad and lan zhan is forced to marry wei ying. it's from xichen's pov and there's a particular scene where wwx plays this terrifying song that he says he got from madam lan's ghost(?) and in the end I think xichen prays at his parents' tablets and breaks down in tears. even if it's deleted i save everything, I just can't figure out where I put it. help! @onlyegret

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8. This one should be relatively easy, but it is escaping me right now. WWX comes back to Cloud Recesses and is confronted by either LSZ or LJY that he doesn't know LZ all that well - what is his favourite food or tea? As he goes off travelling (plot) he brings things back for LZ, eg different teas, snacks, books etc. Turns out LZ's favourite is Liu An Gua Pian, or Melon Seed tea. Any help would be grand! @enname

FOUND? As You Like It by cosmicmilktea (T, 8k, wangxian, post-canon, food as a metaphor for love, tea, light angst, fluff)

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9. Hi! Looking for a fic for a friend, actually, but she doesn't have spoons to ask around. She said it's a fic where the Jiangs take wwx in basically as spare parts for a Jiang Yanli with a chronic illness. She assumes it was a modern AU, given the premise of organ donation and such. She can't remember if it was a twitter threadfic or on AO3. Thanks for your help! @math-is-magic

NOT FOUND! Step by step by apathyinreverie (T, 12k, Wangxian, Modern AU, JFM and YZY Bashing, not particularly Jiang family friendly, Guilt, Fluff, past angst, Flashbacks, Protective LWJ, Soft WWX, adorable a-yuan, Friendship, Family, Getting Together, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff) this is a long shot bc the organ donations went to jiang cheng, but this fic also has the phrasing of wwx being used as spare parts (so maybe it counts as "similar"?)

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10. I've been looking for a fic, but I can't find it no matter which tag I use. WWX and LWJ are coworkers and LWJ posts pretty pictures of himself in lingerie online (I'm pretty sure it was Tumblr, but I'm not so sure anymore). WWX is a fan of his and commissions some photos, but then stops following him (and messages him about it) because he feels guilty (if I remember correctly, it was because he fell for LWJ). They go on a work trip together and WWX discovers about LWJ's hobby and they fuck about it (I'm pretty sure it was bottom!LWJ, but at this point I don't know). @blueghost13

FOUND? Damask / 锦上添花 by auberjing (E, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, Lingerie, Sex Worker LWJ, Nude Modeling, Nude Photos, Porn with Feelings, Getting Together, Masturbation, Rimming, Overstimulation, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Premature Ejaculation, LWJ in lingerie, WWX in lingerie, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, Intercrural Sex)

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11. hey :) im looking for a fic i read ages ago where wei wuxian keeps proposing to people

FOUND? ❤️ I Started From the Bottom/And Now I’m Rich by x_los (E, 57k, WangXian, WWX/Others, Mutual Pining, Marriage of Convenience, Arranged Marriage, No Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, WQ Lives, Transmigration, Time Travel, Weddings, Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy, Black Widow, Protective Siblings, Dysfunctional Family, Family Bonding, Sugar Babyconsort, Politics, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Crack Treated Seriously)

FOUND? fourth time's the charm by thefaceofno (T, 3k, wangxian, modern)

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12. Hey ho mods! I'm looking for this fic I barely remember anything about and you are my last bit of hope. It's pretty angst and ends soon after LWJ fights against Lan elders infront of the cave, defending WWX. After LWJ is defeated, the elders seal WWX inside the cave while he is still alive. That's all the details I have. I think it might be a reference to Greek mythology? Or smth? The sealing bit. Thanks

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13. Does anyone know of the ao3 #wangxian fic I think it was a/b/o: the elders kept wwx in a dream like state where was mated married to lwj then somehow he wakes up and has to deal w reality of not being w lwj??? Like an idiot I didn’t bookmark it and I can’t stop thinkin about it😭

FOUND? a different place, different time, but my love is right by callmeb6104 (E, 49k, wangxian, canon divergence, ABO, alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, dreams vs reality, incense burner, YLLZ WWX, canonical character death, eventual happy ending, mating cycles/in heat, MXY lives, hurt/comfort, pining)

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14. hiii!! i was rereading this fic about lwj treating wwx indifferently at their reunion due to a ghost eating(?) his love for wwx, and i could've sworn there was a scene where wwx realizes lwj's attitude is unnatural because he doesn't treat lsz like his son either, but it's not this one. could i get some help finding the fic in which that does actually happen, please? thank you!!! @kisskissgotohell

FOUND! Does anyone even read work titles? idk what to call this by Nighttdust (M, 14k, wangxian, post-canon, curses, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending, insecurity)

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15. i cannot find that modern wangxian fic wherein they meet when lwj goes to yunmeng for the summer, so of course, they fall in love, but then lwj has to go back to gusu for his studies, where wwx ends up transferring to. wwx tells his new (?) friends about lan zhan, who he thinks he will never see again. his friends (i remember nhs and wq), upon learning the name of this guy, are like, “ooh, you don’t know what’s coming for you 🤭” or something like that.

extra detail: lwj is the student council president (?). su she is kind of obsessed with him; it is said that he has been trying to get lwj’s attention by running against him for the same position.

i think it’s a work in progress. thanks! :D

FOUND? Mmph, I think 15 is a Grease AU and I think I've read it, but a weird thing is happening in searches - if I do a google search for "wangxian grease au" I'll get a link with the description of the fic, but if I click it it's just a list of fics and that one's not on it! Could have been deleted maybe?

FOUND? to go by my Google and AO3 results, the querent might be thinking of summer nights, by Flxffyfxck (/41929365); it has indeed been deleted, and I’ve not found it on the Wayback Machine. They’ve still on AO3, with several MDZS fics.

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16. Good day to you and everyone! I am looking for a wangxian fic where lwj keeps wwx red ribbon and it somehow protected and healed him when he had been punishes with the whips. He also found A-Yuan here! I think it involves tgcf cast as wwx became a ghost king? I'm not sure. Please help me find it. Thank you! @babyseviii

FOUND? 🧡 The Red Ribbon by Xiao_Hua (M, 21k, WangXian, HuaLian, Canon Divergence, Ghost City, a bit of beefleaf, Immortality, Cultivation Partners, Juniors, XL and HC find a child who happens to be WWX, Fluffy wangxian, WWX is a Supreme Ghost King, First Time)

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17. Hello! I have tried to find this fic--a small portion of the fic is something like WWX and LZ are surprised to see the other alive: WWX was burning paper money at LZ’s funeral as LZ died protecting him and LZ was attending WWX’s funeral as LZ failed to protect WWX during a nighthunt. The universe did some weird stuff that merged the two timelines so now they’re with each other. Website I read it on was Ao3. I think this is post-canon since I recall LWJ mentioning failing to protect WWX “again”.

FOUND! Halves by Keysmashed (T, 3k, wangxian, post-canon, implied/referenced character death, heavy angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, soulmates, grief/mourning, getting together, true love)

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18. hi I'd like to do a request on the fic finder :] there was that fic where wei wuxian had reoccurring dreams of drowning and then on a night hunt he got pulled into the lake and was drowning, i think lan zhan saved him in the end but i could be wrong

thanks for the awesome work <3

FOUND? Tormented the Heart by caesteves (Not Rated, 14k, WangXian, Married Couple, Post-Canon, Night Hunts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Nightmares, Worried LWJ, Protective LWJ, Hurt WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Character Death, (like really quickly) )

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19. hello!! i’ve been trying to find this fic (i’m pretty sure i read it on ao3). it’s set in modern times (idk if it counts as modern cultivation) where wangxian are married. i can’t remember wwx’s job but lwj was a firefighter. he was trying to save a kid but they couldn’t get out and so they died. i think nmj was his superior, or something like that. nmj informed wwx of lwj’s death. there’s this tradition of the lan clan where widows of the clan seclude themselves in cloud recesses. it’s pretty old so no one really follows it anymore. but wwx does anyway. in his grief he invents (?) an array to go back in time. however he goes back to canon era. i think that’s the end of it. thank u!! @fluffiestfluffer

I think this is a tumblr post, by @mondengel I’m pretty sure. I think it was an answer to a prompt post by…. @angstymdzsthoughts maybe???

For the latest fic finder, 19 possibly this post by mondengel

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20. hi, I'm looking for a fic that I think was part of a series. basically dark!yunmeng triad with Sect Leader(?) Jiang Yanli forcibly negotiating a betrothal with Lan Xichen. He can't risk angering them but LWJ isn't on board until WWX plays him a very cursed song and says something about "your mother told me" so ghost madam lan is in the building? and at the end lan xichen breaks down in tears before his parents'ancestral tablets. oh also, jiang cheng might have intimated he murdered lqr but I'm not 100% on that.

does this still exist? and if not, does anyone know what it was called at least. @onlyegret

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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"I have only loved once" pt2

tw death, angst

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The wind slowly entering the room made the curtains wave in a melancholic rhythm, dancing with the shadows. The moon was full, shining brightly in the night sky with all the surrounding stars. The sun was supposed to rise in a few hours, and even though it was dark outside, the birds were chirping loudly, and people started to walk out on the street.

Feeling his heart ache, Olrox woke up screaming, immediately sitting on his bed and curling in, bringing his knees up to his chest and hiding his face in his hands. For the third day in a row, he had been waking up from a constant nightmare that played on repeat in his thoughts, even when he only closed his eyes. The image of his dear lover's body lying under the tree with this horrible bruised wound on his neck, dead, was haunting him like never before. And even though over thirty years have passed since that night, he still cannot get over his lover's death. Olrox dreamed of the Mohican man's uncontrollable laugh, his sweet lips kissing him goodnight, and the soft touch he gave the Aztec vampire with his warm hands. Olrox missed his lover's hair, as black as his own, with braids ending up with beads made from rose petals, which he gifted Olrox right before the horror happened. He missed Mohican's bloody eyes staring at him playfully every time they were together. He missed his lover's bubbly personality, optimistic view of life, and dreams of traveling and exploring the world while being deeply connected with his roots, the land, and the forest.

Olrox felt tears forming in his eyes. No matter how hard he tried to forget, or at least hide, all the memories from his past, he failed. Each time, the pain got worse and worse, driving him crazy from a lack of proper sleep and concentration. He was tired of having nightmares. If only he knew why all of this was happening.

"Is everything alright..?" A deep, tired male voice got the vampire's attention. He looked at the knight from behind his black hair, feeling more tears on his cheeks.

"For sure, Mizrak." He replied softly, trying his best for his crying to go unnoticed.

"Can't you, please, stop thinking about him? It's the past, Olrox. He's dead. I want to sleep for the whole night, not be awakened by you screaming or sobbing under the blanket." The short-haired man said and turned around, now facing the vampire. Mizrak knew he was crying over the dead vampire all the time while being alone, but he never expected Olrox to cry in front of someone.

"Believe me or not, I am truly trying my best to forget him." He wiped the tears off his face, got up from the bed, and walked toward the open window. Moonlight wrapped his body, highlighting his posture and defining his muscles. "And I forgot to take my earrings out, for hell's sake." A whisper escaped his mouth. Taking the silver earrings off his pointy ears, he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. Mizrak came closer to his nighttime activity partner, resting his hands on his shoulders.

Olrox didn't move. His thoughts drifted somewhere far away from the place they stayed, returning to Massachusetts, to his lover's arms, and the past. All over again, and again, and again…

More and more people stopped at the town’s center. The streets were barely visible under hundreds of humans and vampires staying in two straight lines in front of the facades of the buildings, clearing the path for someone important.

“Why was the Belmont boy so afraid of you?” Mizrak asked briefly, staring at the vampire’s reflection in the window’s glass, interrupting himself from watching peasants on the streets and also interrupting Olrox from reading.

“I lived a long time as a human and a vampire, but I’ve only really loved once.” He said, his eyes glued to the pages of the book he had in his hands. Olrox brought back the painful memories again, this time without showing any feelings. He felt like crying at night was something incredibly embarrassing and unnatural for a man and a vampire at the same time. “He was from a little town in Massachusetts, if you’ve ever heard of that.” His gaze wandered from the book to Mizrak, and almost immediately after catching eye contact, his eyes returned to the book. "Which, in those days, was a colony.

The Aztec vampire went silent for a moment, trying his best not to burst into tears again. He didn’t know what made him so sensitive to these memories, Olrox had never experienced such rough feelings—all the grief and anger.

“But he wasn’t a colonist.” He paused again. “He was proud to be Mohican, with roots deep in the land and forest. He burned with such passion.” The memory of them meeting for the first time shot through his mind like a bullet, making him vibrant as never before. Olrox heard his lover’s voice; he was joking about how he had never seen a man with such skin tone and overall beauty before; how he called Olrox "exotic" and laughed it off, winking at the Aztec man. Kwahu was not the best at flirting, but he was for sure charming and lovely, and that’s what Olrox fell for. “About the world, about how the people, “the people,” that’s how he talked, could win this thing called freedom. Even people like him.”

Mizrak, meanwhile, watched the vampire closely. His facial expression didn’t change at all, remaining serious. But there was something in his gaze that the knight noticed. How the green eyes were frozen, giving the vibe of Olrox’s life flashing in front of them.

“People whose land had been stolen, I mean. Like mine was, oh, so long ago.” Another memory, now from the times before he met his soulmate. Memories of his homeland, his family, and friends. The people were praying to the Aztec gods, encouraging others to join them in their prayers. The sun was setting behind the horizon, its rays escaping from between the trees in the forest nearby. For a brief moment, he felt like the little boy who was consuming books one by one, curious about the world, and living happily.

“But he fought with them, the revolutionaries. He fought with them and almost made me believe in it too.” Olrox looked up at the man standing by the window. “Then Julia Belmont killed him.”

“Because he was a vampire.” Mizrak interrupted the vampire’s monologue, feeling anger rush in his veins as he realized what Olrox had done. “And you did that to him. Did you even ask permission?” He felt like almost shouting. The knight could not understand Olrox’s actions. As the words left his lips, he saw the vampire getting up from the chair as fast as he could and rushing toward him. Mizrak didn’t even flinch, even though somewhere deep in his consciousness he was a little afraid of losing his life from the vampire’s hands.

“-I was in love with him.” The vampire stopped inches from Mizrak’s face, trapping him with eye contact. “I wanted him to be with me forever.” His voice was as calm as when he talked about his soulmate’s past moments earlier. Olrox brought back memories of Kwahu agreeing to be turned into a vampire because he also wanted to stay together forever. He saw his lover’s brown eyes turn bloody red and felt the Mohican man’s teeth sink into his wrist, thirsty for blood. The next thing he remembered was wiping his own blood off Kwahu’s lips and kissing him passionately.

“And is that what you have planned for me?” Mizrak’s questions brought the vampire back from his world. Olrox stepped back, getting a clearer view of the knight's posture.

"Of course not, Mizrak. I'm not in love with you." He grinned, meanwhile being confused about his feelings toward the man who was standing right in front of him. Olrox scanned his muscular body, hidden under a coat and armor, then his bearded face and short black hair shaved on the sides of his head. And he felt nothing except physical attachment to him.

As they both stood in the dark, almost empty room, a dark, foggy figure with red, glowy eyes disappeared from behind the window, collecting its thoughts.

“Olrox is alive…”

#castlevania netflix #castlevania olrox #castlevania oc #castlevania nocturne #olrox's past lover is my whole personality now #olrox/oc #olrox my boy he needs more love #olrox #olrox/mizrak #tw death #i have only loved once au

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