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callsignangel · 1 year

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screen rant babe - two

warnings: fluff galoreeeeee word count: 1067 a/n: hi friends! it's finally here. i've never actually been to disneyland so there's probably some inaccuracies there. this is short but i promise the next part will be everything y'all are wishing for hehe. otherwise this was really fun to write, and i hope you enjoy it! reblogs and feedback about my work is deeply appreciated. <3

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when jack suggested going to disneyland, you laughed and agreed to go thinking it would never happen - that it was just quick infatuation and that you'd never see him again. boy, were you wrong.

he had found and followed you on all of your public social media accounts and even posted about your interview on instagram. his blank stare and painfully obvious crush on you quickly became a meme in the avatar fandom. it never really sunk in for you until you got a dm from the rising star himself.

in the brief conversation you had with him after the interview, he managed to get enough information about you that he needed - except your phone number. he internally cursed himself for that, and spent the rest of his day trying to search for you on every platform he could. most of the younger cast laughed at him for his vigorous search for the screen rant babe, but bailey and trinity being the absolute sweethearts they are were more than happy to help him.

it took you by mighty surprise when the notification of his message request lit up your phone. almost choked on your cereal, in fact.

jackchampion: hey! just checking in to see if we're still on for disneyland one of these days. i would also love to get your number so we can discuss plans easier (:

oh my god. he was serious. you replied as quickly as you could, giving him your number and telling him that you were definitely still on for your disneyland date. you were leaving for london in less than two days, and the way he was planning made it sound like you were going to be slaves to the mouse for a lot more time than you had. park hoppers, all of the rides, the ultimate experience. jack champion, full time disney fanboy.

his name and the selfie you took together at the interview lit up your screen. he was CALLING YOU. most likely to thoroughly discuss said plans, but it still caught you by surprise. he was so direct, so focused on you. cute, chivalrous, quick on his feet, full of surprises. what more could you want in a man?

you picked up the phone in a giddy panic, barely managing to let out a garbled greeting. his heavenly laugh echoed through the other side, returning your greeting. it didn’t take him long before he immediately launched into your full disneyland itinerary. “so i was thinking i could come get you around 7ish so we can get there early and beat the opening rush-” “7 in the morning? you’re crazy!” you giggled, swiftly apologizing for interrupting him. he was really crazy. crazy for you, that is.

eventually you managed to figure out what you were going to do at the parks the next day. there were a couple rides you specifically wanted to go on, and he made sure to get fastpasses. “i’m really excited to see you tomorrow,” he said softly, as if he was cautiously trying to navigate unsteady waters. “i’m really excited to see you too, jack. it’s going to be so fun!” you should’ve seen the smile he cracked when you returned his excitement.

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he showed up to your hotel with a giddy grin on his face at 7 the next morning. he was clearly well rested and ready for the day, whilst you had been awake the entire night trying to figure out if this was a dream. and here he was, getting out of his car to come around and open your door for you. he was the definition of chivalry, and it made your heart almost burst. once you were settled in his car and you were on your way, he kept taking small glances of you. “did you wanna stop anywhere before we head to the park?” he inquired. “do they allow outside drinks? because i am dying for coffee right now.” “when my liege asks for coffee, we shall get them their coffee."

after a quick dunkin run and trying to figure out the maze that is the disneyland parking system, you both finally made it into the park. “so, what should we do first?” he inquired. “i need to get a pair of ears before we can do anything else,” you replied, frantically looking for a gift shop. he chuckled before realizing that you were moving too fast for him to keep up in the swarm of other guests at the park. without thinking, he grabbed your coffee-free hand. it was electrifying, like an entire city without power had just lit up. you gave him a warm smile as you kept walking, giving his hand a good squeeze. he returned your smile, thankful that he hadn’t cursed this date with his awkwardness. you thought it was charming, his obliviousness in certain situations.

when you finally found a gift shop with a wall of ears, you were overjoyed. so many options, so little time. you asked him his opinion of certain ears, like if they looked good on you or if they suited you. he always said yes. you looked beautiful to him. when you finally picked out a pair of ears inspired by the scarlet witch, you encouraged him to get a vision pair to match with you. he happily obliged. “weren’t you in avengers endgame?” “for maybe 10 seconds, i didn’t even speak,” “still an oscar worthy performance, and you met paul rudd!”

the small gift shop was filled with your joint laughter. he put his vision inspired ears on his head, and quickly pulled out his phone. there was a small mirror by the wall of ears, and he pulled you close to it so he could take a picture of you both with your matching ears. a bright smile and a quick snap later, he told you that would be his new wallpaper. “so, now that you’ve got your ears, should we hit up avenger’s campus first?” “hell yeah, i really want one of those big iron man hand drink things…” you had grabbed his hand without question as you left the shop and had thrown your now empty coffee cup away. it felt right, holding his hand. like it was perfectly molded to yours. “and churros! we need to get churros.” it was going to be a good day.

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decepticononline · 1 year

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IDW! Starscream x (Gender Neutral) Cybertronian Seeker Reader

Warnings: oral sex, riding, very light dom/sub, fluffy, size kink, hints of the reader being romantic with Thundercracker and Skywarp too, this is very gender neutral but the reader has a valve.

Summary: To Starscream you were the only one on cybertron who knew how to help him with his 'issues'.

The gentle sting of a clawed servo being placed on your backstrut made you turn around to see that Skywarp was behind you. The mech had a wicked grin on his faceplate and was holding up your datapad.

"Huh, looks like Screamer sent you a message on here. Are you ignoring your internal comms?"

You had to reach up to snatch your datapad back from the mech as he towered over you. Out of all Seekers within the faction, you were the smallest.

"Stay out of my personal belongings, you creature."

Skywarp simply purred and put his servos on his hip-struts. His glossa rolled out of his intake receptor and he wagged it at you provocatively. Your optics rolled in annoyance and you walked to another part of the base to comm your commander in privacy.

Since Starscream had reclaimed the throne of Cybertron he's been much busier now than he was as second in command of the Decepticon army. With him being busier meant he was much more stressed than normal.

This happened to put a strain on the already eccentric relationship you had with him. All the night cycles you've spent underneath him or one of his trinemates over the last few eons have clearly meant nothing to the mech if he neglected to give you the attention you felt you deserved.

Skywarp was too depraved and Thundercracker was too distant to give you the attention you sought. Your spark felt the strongest connection with Starscream, and if he wanted to be insolent about it then that was his loss.

"Finally, I need your assistance with an issue."

Starscream answered the comm sounding as if you hadn't just been ignoring him for the past couple of decacycles and that angered you.

"You only comm me when you need my assistance with your issues..."

"So that's what your problem is... No wonder you've been so infuriatingly annoying lately. Come by to see me and I'll make everything up to you."

With that, he ended the comm and you growled in annoyance, Starscream was unbelievable and unpredictable yet to him, you were completely predictable. He knew you'd come back to him one way or another.

So go back to him you did, just this time you weren't that easy, and you still had some dignity left. When you walked in he was sitting on his throne like normal, a golden Vosian crown upon his helm and a seeker high-rank soldier at either side of him.

With a simple servo gesture, both soldiers exited the room in sync with one another.

"How does it feel to be within my presence again now that your little failed mission of ignoring me is over?"

"Feels like I got kicked in the helm."

Starscream scoffed and gestured for you to get closer to him and you denied.

"Sorry, I won't be that easy."

"That fierceness is one of the many things I love and cherrish about you."

He always knew just what to say to make you submit. It was like a gift he had, saying things that made your spark flutter. You had to mentally slap yourself to not ask him if he really meant it.

Starscream gestured once more for you to approach him and this time you hesitated but obliged. You sat yourself down on him and he didn't waste any time leaning over to bring his dermas to yours.

You never felt this small with someone unless it was Starscream. It wasn't just his frame that was larger than yours, it was his confidence and willpower.

The kiss was gentle and you debated on giving him another. No one could deny how handsome this mech was. With his chisled features, bright red optics and sharp denta most failed to resist his advances.

"See something you like?"

"Always my Liege."

His wings fluttered behind him and you found yourself becoming fixated on them. They were so much bigger than your own and you couldn't help but slide your digits down the sides. You knew just what spots to touch from your previous nights of entanglement with him.

While you touched his wings, he touched yours. The touching of one's wings for seekers was completely intimate. Seeker wings were much more sensitive than the wings of regular fliers.

Starscream liked to have his wings rubbed, Skywarp liked to have his wings scratched, and Thundercracker liked to have his pulled. Your own wings fluttered and shifted to all of the touches Starscream gave them.

"It appears we're at the part where you tell me how much you need me."

He whispered into your audio receptors and that made your entire frame shiver. You got down onto your knee-plates and dragged your glossa along his armored interface panel.

You swirled circles around it and coated it with the fluids of your intake receptor. You even wrote his designation in Vosian along his panel with your glossa. As if you spoke the magic words to him, the mech let his panel slide off.

His spike sprang out and was already half pressurized and leaning to the side. You immediately wrapped your servos around his length and brought his tip to your dermas.

"You know I'd do anything for you my Liege. No matter how insufferable you may be..."

"Insufferable? As if that valve hasn't been slick with lubricant the moment you heard my voice through comms."

You ignored his comment and gave the tip of his spike a long lick and a groan emittited from his vocal receiver. You wrapped your dermas around his spike and took him into your intake, guiding him along the way until you hilted him in.

He put his servo on your helm and you felt his clawed digits sinking in.

"You're always so talented with that glossa aren't you?"

Your intake started to gag to signal that you desperately needed to vent and only then did he let go. You resumed to bobbing your helm up and down his shaft while he let a few slurs, curses and growls fall from his dermas.

He had this look in his optics that made you think he was getting ready to pin you down but you had other ideas. After sliding of your own interface panel to his surprise you got on top of him.

You've never taken control during interface before due to your size but as the saying goes there's a first time for everything. You lined your valve up with his spike and slowly slid down on it.

You welcomed him internally with the tight clenching of your walls and he moaned in delight. You bit down your dermas and offlined your optics when you began to slowly rock your hip-struts.

Out of all the mechs you've been with Starscream always filled you just right. It was like you two were meant for eachother, destined to be conjunxes.

The pace of the rise and fall of your hip-struts increased along with your pleasure. You'd never expected any cycle of your life to be full out riding the mech.

The way the tip of his spike was rubbing your walls internally made it feel like your protoform was tightening. The pure look of pleasure on his faceplate was gratifying to know it was you making him a wreck like this.

When his optics rolled back and his servos gripped around your hip-struts you picked up the speed. When you felt like you were getting ready to overload the mech stood up to hold you up by your hip-struts and that made you cling to his frame.

You looked down at the sudden drop from the height he was holding you and huffed.

"You think I'd drop you? Me of all people? Besides you're already holding me so tight that I don't believe you'd fall, and I don't mean with your servos."

He thrusted upwards into you while your leg-struts wrapped around either sides of him. Feeling him stretch you like this from this angled quickly ripped an overload from your systems.

The overload was brief but so intense it made your cooling fans stutter. Your valve gripped and clenched around him while drips of your lubricant leaked from around his spike and it made you mewl.

Looking into his optics like this was truly liberating. Having Starscream, ex-second in command of the Decepticon faction and now King of Cybertron pistoning into you at this angle completely made up for the lack of attention you received.

No mech had ever fragged you so passionately or efficiently as Starscream. Every experience with him was memorable for a lifetime. Your spark begged to be intertwined with his the more he touched you.

His wings began to flutter sporadically behind him and he bit down on his dermas when his overload breached. He made your ride out his overload with him by continuing to slam his hip-struts against yours.

His bright purple transfluid painted the spasming mesh walls of your valve. With how sensitive you were, you felt every spurt of his climax inside you. His optics were dimmed and his cooling fans were whirring loudly.

It caught you off guard when the mech began to leave a slew of kisses down your neck cabling. He was reluctant to remove his spike from you or put you down. The chamber to his spark slid open with a hiss and the bright blue orb made your optics widen.

"See I told you I'd make it up to you."

#transformers x reader #mtmte #transformers headcanon #transformers imagine #decepticons #valveplug #decepticons x reader #transformers smut #starscream #starscream x reader #skywarp #thundercracker #seeker trine

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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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joshua best friend headcanons <3

a/n: this best friends series is giving me so much serotonin, and i love to see others enjoying it!! joshua is so cringe (said lovingly) and i am so very fond of him :,-) my break from work is over after today, so my posts will probably not be as frequent, but i promise this series will continue !! pics not mine <3

content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!joshua x gn!reader | requests: open

he's the type of best friend that sees you two as a team

yes, he refers to you both as "the dream team" constantly

and he says it with his whole chest each time

like when one of his members asks what he did on the break, he'll answer "oh, y'know, just got the dream team back together"

they just respond (probably preceded by an eyeroll) "how's y/n doing?"

they're so unfazed by it but they'll tease him about it if you're around. if you join them at an event or a hangout, when you walk in the room they'll cheer because "the dream team is back together again!!!"

they're so dramatic but shua is eating it up actually

unironically will ask you, "is he bothering you, queen/king/my liege?"

he thinks it's so funny like it doesn't matter if you think it's funny he will stick with that bit forever

because he actually does care if people or things are bothering you

he will ask you how you are doing all the time

and he wants genuine answers

he'd never push you or anything like that, but he isn't asking you out of politeness or routine

as your best friend, he is dedicated to your wellbeing

he's so invested in supporting you

if you're trying to overcome a problem, develop a new skill, or complete some random 30-day challenge, joshua is right behind you the whole time

he'll send you encouraging messages, look out for tips he can send your way, and sometimes he'll even take part in it himself!!

truly a great cheerleader to have in your life :,-)

creates traditions for you two

he knows that life is wild and it can be hard to get together and talk as much as you want to

so he ensures that, regardless of what's going on, you two have things that bring you together

it could be based on a shared interest! maybe you both really like this one youtube channel, so you always watch the new content together

i would not be surprised in the slightest if he signed y'all up for silly subscription boxes

like yes there's a monthly service that sends you mini science experiments and yes joshua got you both a year-long plan and yes he expects "shua & y/n's science session" to be a whole event every time

it was somewhat of a joke at first because shua loves being ridiculous but you both ended up loving it so much that you looked forward to each new box

he's very protective of you <3

he's always looking out for you, so he is pretty invested in how people treat you

whether it's in the workplace, in your friend circles, in romantic relationships, and even in your family (bio, chosen, or otherwise)

he wouldn't meddle in your relationships, but he's not afraid to speak up if someone is not treating you with the respect and care you deserve

he always respects your decisions, but he will never hold back an opinion that is for your benefit.

he won't get mad if you disagree with him either like he's the king of promoting autonomy, agency, and self-respect <333

he works hard to earn your trust, which is why you trust his judgment

and he goes to you for the same thing

he nevers wants you to beat around the bush with him

your bond is too special for superficial pleasantries like that

you both know each other so well that it only makes sense to be transparent with one another

which is why he'll come to you with some of his biggest concerns, insecurities, etc

because you're the one person who can see him for who he is without him worrying about putting on a persona or performance

and he's so grateful to you for that, more than he could ever express

so after a heart-to-heart he'll just look you directly in the eyes and say a soft yet strong "thank you"

and then make a lil joke because whoa it got real serious and he's a lighthearted guy

takes a lot of pictures of you / you two together !

he will send you the pictures where you are making a funny face and threaten to use it as blackmail <3

if you try to do the same he'll just go "good luck, i'm beautiful in everything :-)"

and you're like yes but have you considered you're also an idiot <3

runs ideas by you for weird things he can do to shock his members

he knows the water bits always kill, but he's looking to take things to the Next. Level. so he's scheduling a meeting with you to walk through his bit prototypes and maybe even doing some trial runs with you

he's taking it so seriously and you're like wow you're a dumbass and he's like "thank you so much so what was your rating on the tearaway pants trick again?"

boy has a clipboard and everything i swear

joshua is just such a funny and strange guy who wants to add value to your life because you bring so much to his!! he'll always be there for you, rain or shine, and he reminds you constantly of how special you are :,-)

joshua if you're taking applications for besties please let me know and i'll submit my resume asap!!!

#seventeen #seventeen headcanons #bestfriend!seventeen #seventeen imagines #svt #joshua #seventeen joshua #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #joshua x reader #joshua fluff #svt joshua #svt headcanons #seventeen au #svt au #joshua hong #sweetkpopmusings

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kuroneko1815 · 7 months

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Shatter me with a kiss or spare me my heart

Welcome to another instalment of El’s bedtime stories. This didn’t work and she proceeded to remain awake for another two or three hours. Anyway, this was based on the Descendants 3 song ‘one kiss’ that she sent me, so I guess kind of sleeping beauty. @eloise175 please go to sleep on time, or at least pretend to sleep after I send you a ficlet.

Penelope stared at Callisto, sleeping peacefully and deeply. Too deeply that it was unnerving. One would think he was dead. With the slow breaths he took, his pale countenance, and the slow beat of his heart. She was unused to such a quiet and still Prince. If anything, he was how she often wished him to be when he vexed her so.

‘Twas a curse from one of his enemies, they declared. Though she knew it was none other than his wretched, miserable, shrivelled up old stepmother who had long since chased away the emperor from her bed with her odious looks and personality that had caused this curse.

They all thought their relationship to be false and full of artifice, as though they had only put on a show. But she knew her feelings ran deep, as the saying goes ‘the course of true love never did run smooth’ or something of the sort. And Penelope loved him, loved her handsome, valiant, gentle, magnificently irritating lover of a dragon prince to the very depths of her soul and more. She would kiss him awake if only she knew it would work. If only she had any certainty that he felt even the barest of feelings for her other than amusement and fondness.

If he felt even the tiniest bit the way she had, she would kiss him true and break this curse. For surely her love would be enough to fill up what love lacked from him? But she was afraid to find out, to know, that she was nothing more than a whim and a moment in his life.

Outside those doors she knew Sir Porter waited to see his liege awake. She could walk out and lie, say that it didn’t work and let him sleep on forevermore, let her live with the delusion that he loved her and all she needed to do was gather her courage.

Or she could kiss him now. She could shatter it all, her delusions and her heart and kiss him to put an end to this farce and walk away from him and everything that reminded her of him. Let some other woman try their chance at being his true love, let her kiss be what woke him, her love be what healed the man broken by war and death.

She tried to imagine living her life in that delusion, that uncertainty always looming over her, that what if? Even if she walked away, she would never move on unless she knew. A broken heart she may have after this, she decided as she leaned closer, but at least she would have closure. Let this be the last then. “I love you, Callisto Regulus.” She said as she gathered what love she had in her for him, this insurmountably vast ocean whose depths were untold, fathoms and leagues unmeasured and unexplored, and put it all into one gentle kiss as she let what sadness linger in her eyes and heart, let a tear or two fall as she pulled away from her unresponsive prince.

So that was it then. She straightened herself. “Goodbye.”

And just as she’d walked two steps, a hand reached out and pulled her back, down she fell on to the bed and onto his chest, stunned and dazed as she looked at those piercing red eyes of the man who held her tenderly.

“And where were you to go, Princess?” He asked, voice hoarse from sleep and disuse. It had taken days for her to get the message and rush to his side after all. “I’d not given you permission to leave.”

“Your highness! You’re awake!” She cried happily, arms lacing around his neck. It mattered not that he couldn’t say it. Not yet at least. For she at least knew what he felt for her with the breaking of the curse.

Seriously though, if you have any idea how many plot bunnies, WIPs, and half finished chapters, stories, or instalments I have, you’d understand why I haven’t posted anything big recently. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. Stay healthy and safe everyone.

#death is the only ending for a villainess #villains are destined to die #vadd #callisto regulus #death is the only ending for the villainess #fanfic #death is the only ending for the villain #penelope eckart x callisto regulus #penelope eckhart #sleeping beauty curse made into Callisto #penelope eckhart x callisto regulus

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merakiui · 6 months

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Go off Queen ❤️

>:D why, thank you, my liege. Go off, I shall!!!

(ask game)

I think I'll take this opportunity to discuss Death Row Undertow's chapter seven: Kismet Kiss! Specifically the latter half involving Cater. I've put my thoughts under the cut!

I loved writing this scene (the tonal shift from Riddle's anxious meticulousness to Cater's friendly and feigned positivity is very yummy to me)! The karaoke bar that the pop music club frequents actually has a name: Siren's Heartache. Reader and Cater visit it often! That aside, this chapter shows a much more meaner side to Cater. >_< not only that, but it also illustrates his inner thoughts and feelings. For example, this section here:

Cater makes it a mission to familiarize himself with his favorite karaoke bar’s menu, but despite every food and drink combination he’s come across (some photographed and strung up on his social media and others admired from afar) he cannot stomach the sweetness. So for tonight—like most nights—he chooses something that is, as his sisters would often say, “so not cute.” Beer is his go-to, even if his carefully curated Magicam feed is adorned with photos of pastries and sugary drinks galore. Peel back the pretty wallpaper and you'll find the dollhouse is not what it seems. But festering in rot is so not cute, and so for this reason he plasters the bitter with beauty.

Cater likes to curate a certain image for himself, especially when that image is being posted to his Magicam. He does something similar in Cicada City when he takes Riddle out for boba and orders a very sugary drink (which he only photographs and doesn't drink once). In canon, it's noted that Cater is more partial to spicy flavors than sweet flavors and that his aversion to the latter is due to always having to force himself to eat the sweets his sisters would make to avoid disheartening them. Also, his sisters have a tendency to judge things based on how cute they are. I imagine this habit is engrained quite deeply in Cater, hence why in this chapter (and other chapters) you will see him referring to things as "cute" or "not cute."

Though he seems rather cruel and detached from the main issue (Reader's disappearance), there are little things to suggest otherwise. The most glaring one would be his song and its lyrics. When I wrote it, I wanted every line to hold an underlying meaning for plenty of analytical dissection. Lilia's able to read between the lines, which leads to this exchange:

Cater curls his fingers into a tight, self-assuring fist, nails pricking his palms. “Sure did. Penned by yours truly and everything! It’s still not finished, though. I’m always going back to edit, but so far that’s the most coherent draft I have. So whatcha think? It’s totally cute, yeah?” “It’s very telling,” Lilia praises with a cryptic grin. Cater doesn’t like the wisdom discreetly woven into his next words. “You can learn a lot from the speaker in the song. Some truths are best expressed in writing, after all. When we put pen to paper, left alone with but our wrist and brain, we’re usually very honest with the page.” As always, you’re a mystery, Cater thinks with a thin smile. Maybe I shouldn’t have shared it so confidently.

These lyrics are very vulnerable and personal to Cater, but he shares them anyway because he's seeking validation for the song itself (not the story told within), which Kalim gives him without touching upon the message. But Lilia's the one who sees beyond the song's cute façade, which is exactly what Cater didn't want. Of course he separates Cater and the speaker in the song when he refers to them, but both he and Cater know they are one and the same.

Cater mentions in Cicada City that, "I’m thinking it could be an energetic love song with dark undertones. Lots of people like creepy romances, and who said Halloween couldn’t start early?" but in this chapter he says it "sounds kinda pop idol." The contrast in these descriptions are unique to Cater because it suggests that previously he was content to recognize the darker aspects of the song and its story, but now he simply wants it to be "pop idol" instead. This erasure of the dark tones in the song is a parallel to how he feels currently: a stressful situation has arisen and he doesn't want to confront it head-on because it's much smoother when things are cute and sweet (or pop idol).

In other words, Cater's role in this chapter is frustrating because he's meant to be Reader's friend and yet here he is: not being a friend. But the truth is that Cater is so used to her pattern of coming and going that he doesn't see any need to worry, so he becomes a little tense when Kalim and Lilia are voicing his concerns (which he's tamped down) back to him rather than agreeing easily.

He's also quite defensive and protective of Reader, even more so when Lilia and Kalim press him on certain issues related to their relationship, often answering with, "I just know" or "I know her." Cater doesn't want to lose one of the few close friends he's ever had, so the idea that she isn't just taking leave for a few days and that it could be something far more serious is deeply unsettling to Cater. And if that's the case, it will confirm two things for him: (1) Cater doesn't know Reader as well as he thinks he does and (2) this isn't another case of crying wolf; it's something more.

It may seem like he's dismissive when he tries to get Kalim and Lilia to drop the subject entirely so they can focus on band discussions instead (and he is), but the reality is that Reader has been on Cater's mind the entire time. At the end of the chapter, he thinks, This is so not sweet. I completely forgot to take pictures for Magicam. Cater never forgets to take pictures. He actively searches for ways to snap photos at every opportunity; it's one of the things that's almost always at the forefront of his mind. He was so distracted with his own buried worries related to Reader that taking pictures genuinely slipped his mind.

So he is genuinely worried. He just doesn't want to show that side of himself because it's, in his own words, "so not cute."

#twisted chit chat #death row undertow #forgive me for rambling a lot orz #i love cater so much and his role in dru is very interesting and fun to discuss!!!

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xandraspalace · 1 year

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Star River Descending

----- Star River Descending || Rez Zotto [NIJISANJI EN] Birthday Fiction

Summary : In the dark outer space, there is a spill of stars that forms a flowing river in the sky. This silvery stream of stars will look more radiant and beautiful on the alien prince's birthday. But this year was different, for among this stream of countless shining stars, two stars could finally align.

WC : 2620 Words.

Warning : Grammar errors, teeth-rotting fluff (possible cringes), alien! reader, aide! reader, hints of lore, MLQC references, WMMAP references, etc.

Featured Characters : ILUNA members.

Disclaimer : Everything written here is FICTITIOUS. This story is written in second-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.

A/N : I keep questioning myself, can I write my birthday fictions on time? This is the fastest I can post. Anyway, happy birthday Ren! Please eat some cakes!

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"I heard there’s a new student in Kyo's and Mari's class." The Celestial One started the topic of gossip as soon as he entered Ren and Scarle's class with Aia.

As soon as the lunch break bell rang, the Moon Gang always gathered at the one place they agreed upon beforehand. That day, everyone agreed to gather in Ren and Scarle's class. Aster immediately turned around a chair and sat himself facing Ren while Aia stood beside him.

"Really?" Aia seemed to think, trying to remember where she heard that rumor before. “Hold on. Are they the alien-kind walking with the principal this morning?”

"Yeah, they’re the one. We saw them passing by our class with the principal today, right?” Aster confirmed Aia's statement.

Scarla who had just finished talking with her classmates also joined in the conversation. “Ah, yes. I heard about them too,” she chuckled.

As Aster, Aia, and Scarle discussed the new student, confusion was painted on Ren's face. He sat in front of Aster in silence, trying to work his brain. “What? New student? How come I'm just hearing this now?? And they’re an alien?" Ren asked in confusion.

"You don't know, Ren?" Aster was also confused. "I thought you'd know, since they’re an alien."

"No, this is a news to me."

“Ren might know them,” Scarle leaned against the frame of the window. "But for now, he might had no idea about who they are. I'll ask Kyo to bring them to us.” The enchantress distanced herself a bit from the others. She couldn't take the risk if her magic to hit her friends. She raised her staff and practiced magic to send a telepathic message to Kyo.

From the very beginning, Ren had indeed felt something strange. He had a hunch, but he still doubted it. There's no way an ordinary alien could do space-traveling. If so, what was their purpose? Were they targeting Ren? If they were indeed targeting Ren, where did this alien get information about Ren's whereabouts. Ren himself told very few people about his departure when he left his home planet.

However, something suddenly clicked inside of him, taking him by surprise. “Don’t tell me…” he mumbled. Not wanting to think about it, Ren faced the Celestial One. “Aster, you seriously can't identify her life essence? You're literally the one and only celestial being here."

"Nope, I can't. I'm sorry." Aster rejected the frustrated Ren without hesitation. “This alien really has the ability to disguise their life essence.”

Ren fell silent. Aster's statement made his doubts begin to fade. Now he was more and more sure about who this alien student is. “Disguise their life essence, huh?”

“What, you have any idea who this person is?” Aster asked the alien prince.

Meanwhile, Ren was just massaging his temples because of the sudden migraine he felt from too much thinking. "Just tell Kyo and Mari to bring them here first."

“My liege…”

Shortly after you said it, one of the friends you know from your class today, namely Kyo, suddenly bursted out laughing—again. You could see Kyo already hugging his aching stomach from laughing too much. Hearing that uncontrollable laugh, Ren glared at Kyo.

As soon as you arrived at the doorway of Ren and Scarle's class, you immediately froze. Your heart beat so fast, seeing the figure you've been longing for. Of course, the whole sentence suddenly trapped in your throat. The only thing you could say was the honorific you used to address him.

“Just Ren will do here, [Y/N],” the alien prince sighed. “We’re not on our home planet. In this institute, I'm just one among many students. I'm not a prince here, and you're not my aide either."

Those words certainly surprised you. You never once dreamed of calling him by his own name. “H-huh? Celestial Ones forbid!” You waved your hands in front of you, shook your head in denial.

"Who says?"

“Wha—?!” You turned to the bicolor-eyed man only to felt he was pressuring you with an extremely heavy aura. The man named Aster resonated his celestial power to you. It felt like a mountain crushing on you. Your body shook violently and your breathed heavily. You could only freeze in fear.

“Aster, quit it. You scared them.” With a serious tone, Ren asked Aster to release his celestial power resonance from you.

Aster could only laughed lightly, "Haha, my bad."

You immediately crumpled the light-colored uniform you were wearing and took a deep breath to fill your lungs with air. If you were not trained enough for that sort of thing, you've already fallen to the floor. Luckily, your legs were still strong enough to support your body. Moreover, Maria was also by your side and hugged your hand as Aster was pressuring his power on you. The sweet living doll asked if you were okay, making sure you weren’t hurt.

“But Ren is right,” Aster continued, a sweet smile touching his lips. Seeing his smile, you suddenly forgot about that terrifying celestial being that just had you rooted to the spot. "We're equal here. Just be at ease and casual with each other.”

"Come on, [Y/N], try it." Kyo pushed you lightly. "Or I'll laugh every time I heard you addressing him with as 'my liege.'"

You were silent for a moment, hesitant to address Ren without his honorific. But when your eyes made contact with his blue ones, you found him nodding at you and smiling, reassuring you that he has allowed it and that you may call him by his name. “R-Ren…” And you ended up stuttering.

Ren smiled proudly at you again. He nodded, satisfied with the way you addressed him. "Yeah, [Y/N]?" Ren answered, slightly teasing you.

You shook your head a little too quickly. “That feels so wrong,” you honestly murmured.

"You have to get used to it."

"I understand."

For some times, you spent your lunch break with the others in that third year’s classroom. You met and chatted with others, with the people who have accompanied Ren on this foreign planet for a quite long time.

Since you've become acquainted with Kyo and Maria, those two have been the ones to introduce you to the others. Scarle was giving you a big sister vibe while Aia was so fun to hang out with. Meanwhile, realizing the effect of what he did earlier, Aster approached you slowly so you wouldn't be scared of him and make you uncomfortable. What he did earlier really scared you. No one in outer space dared to oppose a being with celestial powers like Aster.

"So you're Ren's aide?" Aia asked, bringing a new topic for the group.

And you could only nod. “Yes, I am.”

"Wow, I can't believe an idiot like him has such an important person by his side."

“Bro, that's the reason why I laughed when they called him, 'my liege.'” Kyo pulled a chair to sit next to Aia.

You laughed lightly, "That's because he's the important one here."

Ren, who had been watching from behind, approached the circle of conversation. He stood behind you and put his hand on your shoulder, making you look up at him. "Now the real question. What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Ren interrogated you a bit. “I assume there is something urgent if you come all the way here. Did something happen after I left?”

Seeing Ren's worried face, you immediately felt guilty for coming suddenly and not explaining the reason for your visit. “Ah, no. It's important, yes, but it's not urgent, so don't worry," you explained.

"So...everything is fine?"

You nodded.

Ren sighed in relief, "Thank goodness."

"What if they just missed you, Ren?" Scarle suddenly blurted out an unexpected question, making you and Ren choke on you guys’ own saliva. Heat started to creep to your cheeks, blushing. “You're so insensitive,” the 3rd year girl laughed.

Ren made your blushes worse by asking, “Oh, were you?”

You didn’t know how to react. You were flustered. You turned your gaze to Scarle and shot her a glare.

You swallowed your saliva, daring yourself to voice a request to Ren. "Can we talk about this in a more private place, just the two of us?"

Ignoring the cheers on the background, Ren smiled and replied, "Sure."

The sound of birds chirping sounded melodious along with the sounds of tree leaves against each other, giving you comfort. You and Ren took a walk in Institute of the Mystic’s garden. In your hands, you carried a paper bag that you have brought with you. Previously, you asked Ren to let you go back to your class first to pick something up on the way to the garden.

Because it was quite a hot day, you and Ren decided to stop at a gazebo in the garden to take shelter from the scorching sunlight. Ren leaned against the fence of the gazebo. "Now, we're alone."

You stood in front of him, both hands still holding the paper bag.

“What are you doing here all of a sudden? Did you really miss me like what Scarle said?” he asked, lowkey interrogating you.

“O-one of the reasons is that, yes,” you stuttered, shades of pinks reappearing.

But apparently, Ren was much more surprised than you. “Oh,” he shortly responded.

You didn't expect to get a short response like that. You looked up to see him. "What's wrong?" you asked innocently.

“N-nothing…” Now, it was his turn to blush. He raised his hand to cover half of his face. "And the other reasons?" he asked, still hiding his blush.

You didn't buy it and took a step closer to him. "My liege, are you sure you're okay? Your face is red.”

"I told you, it's nothing." Ren slightly raised his voice. "Moreover, why are you answering my question with another question?"

"Ah, I'm sorry." Not wanting to angering him more, you stepped back. "I deeply apologize, Prince."

"It's fine," Ren sighed, managing to regain his composure. "And stop calling me with my honorifics, will you?"

Realizing your mistake, you nodded. "Alright Ren."

"That's more like it. Now, back to the question again, why are you here?”

Before you answered, you were silent for a moment. "It's... almost your birthday, so the Star River must be so much more beautiful than usual," you answered his question with the truth. You lifted your gaze to his eyes and confirmed, "That's the real reason why I'm here."

Ren fell silent for a moment. Surprised, confused, touched, and many other feelings mixed together. "What...?”

“I scoped a bit of the stars streams and put it in a clear jar. I intended to gift this to you.” You lifted the paper bag you had been carrying and handed it to him. “I think it would be a shame if you missed this year’s Star River scene. I don't want our annual ritual of watching the Star River on your birthday to suddenly be cut off.”

The alien boy was speechless. You, taking some streams of stars from the Star River and put in a jar, just so he can witness it this year too? You're crazy, was what Ren thought. However, he still accepted the paper bag that you previously handed him.

Ren opened the paper bag and took out its contents. He held up a jar filled with twinkling silver stars. Despite the fact that there weren't many of them and the light of day still illumined the world, the radiance in the jar gave off a light so bright that Ren had to slightly squint his eyes.

The jar filled with stars streams was like a mini version of the real treacherous river spilling on the dark outer space. Ren was stunned as if he fell in love for the first time again, no matter how many times he saw it … Just like when he was with you.

“Wow…” was the only word he could utter, blue eyes still on the shining stars inside the jar.

Without realizing it, tears started welling up and falling down his cheeks. You were surprised. “Ren!” You took a step to him, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurt by the sudden burning or electrocution of the stars inside the jar.

How long had he been away from his home planet that he had almost forgotten the beautiful scenery of the Star River, a view that no other planet or galaxy had. Longing suddenly washed over his heart and mind, making him cry without he realizing it.

“Ah, I'm sorry…” Ren mumbled, hastily wiped his tears. "I-I bet this will look prettier in the dark." Ren who tried to divert the topic failed because he couldn't stop his cries. "Hells, why am I like this?"

You who then understood his feelings smiled softly. The figure of the so-called deadly, cold-hearted Alien Prince who is feared by many entities on the vast never-ending space was now crying in front of you, lowering his guard recklessly.

“Oh, Ren…” you cooed, taking a step forward to him. You helped him wipe the tears as you could only smile, hearing him sob. “It's been a while since the last time I saw my beloved prince cry. This humble aide of yours forget. Was it when you were a child and fell into the Mist Pools on the Western Star?”

“Shut up,” he cracked, trying to stop you from snitching on him.

That was another story. Something suddenly caught your attention when you wiped Ren's tears. “So pretty…” you mumbled to yourself, but Ren could still hear you. You stared deep into his teary diamond orbs. You gently stroked his cheeks, while Ren cupped one of your hands. "I can see the Star River reflected in your eyes when you're crying."

“Now I know the reason why you were born when Star River was at its brightest,” you continued. "You and river resonate with each other."

“[Y/N], next year…” Ren's grip on your hand suddenly tightened, but it didn't hurt you, instead it felt comforting. "Next year, let's watch the Star River again together, just the two of us, on my birthday. I won't miss it again.”

You nodded and smiled softly at him. "Of course, we will definitely do that. But for now, I want to enjoy your birthday here with you, Ren, with the people you met on this very earth.”

Ren pulled you into his arms. “Thank you … Thank you so much,” he whispered to your ear shakily. "You gave me the most beautiful gift I could ever ask."

In his arms, you muttered, "I should be the one who thank you, my liege," you once again called him with his honorific. “Thank you for being as you are. Happy birthday.”

The lights of the stars in the jar you gave Ren radiate so far it could be seen from Ren's and Scarle's class where the others were still there. Unbeknownst to the two aliens, Aster leaned against and gazed out the window, watching them seriously.

He witnessed everything, from the first time you and Ren stepped your foot into the institute’s garden to the moment Ren pulled you into his arms. “Interesting. Ren can cry too apparently," he chuckled.

“Aster…?” Scarle asked, noticing Aster's gaze out the window. "What's wrong?"

As a celestial being who had lived for a million of years, he had witnessed countless stars collide. Some must collide and even destroy each other. However, there are some who manage to align perfectly and unite.

Aster smirked, but his gaze was very gentle. “Nothing,” he answered Scarle's question. “And the stars do align. Finally.” -----[FIN].

Star River Descending Fiction by Author Xandra March, 2023

#xandraspalace_arc #xandraspalace #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader #ren zotto #ren zotto x reader #iluna #iluna x reader

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renlyslittlerose · 10 months

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I wrote an obikin fantasy AU a few months back which has, since then, sat neglected in my files. I hope to start posting it soon, but for now here’s a little snippet near the beginning ✨

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She closed her eyes, and a sudden weariness appeared over her shoulders. Skywalker watched the moment of weakness but refrained from saying anything. She wouldn’t appreciate it - not here, in the gilded halls of her court. Weakness was not a quality she was afforded. But as quick as it had come it went, Amidala rising from her chair, dropping the shackles of uncertainty from her shoulders with the simple movement.

“We must act quickly,” Amidala said, leading Skywalker through the back door of the Great Hall and into her private chambers. Here the rooms were blanketed with soft carpets, made by local artisans and gifted to the Duchess of Naboo upon her ascension to the title at the tender age of fourteen. Their footsteps were quick but muffled, heels pressing into the carpets as Amidala lead Skywalker through the twisted hallways adorned with tapestries and portraits.

Entering her study Amidala rushed to her desk, scrolls and abandoned inkwells strewn about the top. Outside the sun was setting, the room darkening quickly. Skywalker approached the desk and grabbed the tinderbox, lighting the candles quietly while Amidala scribbled a message across a thin piece of parchment, quill quick across the yellow material.

Finishing up, she stamped her family’s crest across the bottom before blowing on the ink, drying it best she could. Rolling it up into a tight scroll, she melted wax - silver with flecks of gold - on to the edges before pressing the seal of Naboo in the centre.

“Take this to Coruscant,” she said, passing the scroll over to Skywalker.

“When?” he asked as he took it it. It sat lightly in his hand, yet it felt weighted all the same.

“You’ll have to leave immediately. I’ll tell the Stable Master you require your steed, and have the kitchen prepare some food for your travels. As soon as you’ve packed and are ready, you must leave. When you get there, you need to insist on a meeting with the King - no lord nor liege will do, it must be with the King. Give him this scroll, and tell him that Naboo requires his aid and protection.”

“From what?” he asked. “We don’t even know what—”

“The letter explains it all,” She reached up and cupped his cheek, her touch soft and dry against his skin. Her eyes were bright with fear, and Skywalker could hear her breath, stuttering and hitching. “Promise me you’ll ride as fast as you can, Ani. I’m trusting in you. Naboo is trusting in you.”

Anakin curled his hand around the letter and nodded. “I won’t fail you, Padmé.”

She kissed his cheek, touch feather soft. “I know you won’t. Now go.”

#lemon fanfiction #no actual obikin in this sample but I wonder who our fair King could be

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lord-of-geeks-and-subs · 5 months

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hello, I wanted to ask if there’s a time that you’d be called sir etc. while chatting with someone but you’re not being sexual with them? Do you reserve those names for partners only?

Hi! Good question. I would say it really depends and is different with each individual title/name.

Sir I like to be addressed as regardless who it is I’m speaking to. So it’s something any of you can call me when messaging me or when talking to me. So non-partners and followers should call me sir. Regardless if the topic is sexual or not. Sir is okay! And something I like to be called as well in a non-sexual setting. (Like at work I get called sir a lot as well.)

Lord/Liege/god or any title in that more worshippy-medieval vibe sense is not something I’d particularly like to be called (in a sfw conversation), unless it’s during play, a more teasy convo or during a more sexual/worship conversation. Followers or non-partners may call me that, but only if the vibe is right and they ask for consent first!

Master is a trickier one. I’ll occasionally allow followers or non-partners to call me that during a more teasy or sexual conversation. But only with consent. So ask first. I won’t allow just anyone to call me that though. But if you are like a kink-friend or somebody I’ve done a session with the chances are a lil higher that I’ll allow you to call me that during the session itself or during sexual talk, but outside of it in a more sfw-setting that’s most likely a no! Unless you are a partner. Then I do like being called Master during sfw and nsfw moments. And thus leans more towards a partner-mostly title. So some followers or non-partners may sometimes call me that, but only with consent and asking first. So overal it’s more-so a title that is leaning towards partner-mostly, but can be used by non-partners if asked nicely and I give consent.

Owner is a bit more straight-forward. It’s one of my least favorite titles. I don’t allow non-partners or followers to call me that. But it’s more-so something partners may call me occasionally. Especially if they are pet players obviously. So non-partners or followers can not call me that.

And then Dom. Unless you are just mentioning that I’m a dominant/Dom. Don’t call me (your) Dom. Dom as a title/role is something only specific partners may address me as in both sfw or nsfw settings. Only if I’m your actual Dominant can you call me that. It’s a title that is earned. And only for people I’m in an actual dynamic with. So non-partners or followers cannot call me that.

Then finally Daddy. Daddy is an extremely special title for me, one that I like to be called inside and outside the bedroom. I’m a Daddy from heart to soul. From flesh to bone. But I’m not a Daddy for just anyone. Daddy is not just a dirty nickname for me to get me off. It’s a title filled with love, affection, responsibility and care. It has meaning. And I do not condone it if random people call me that. If I allow a person to call me Daddy then that means a lot. Then we are most probably partners in a Dd/lg dynamic or D/s dynamic, or romantic partners. Then I’m your Daddy. And not even all my past partners were allowed to call me that. Only specific partners that I share that specific bond and connection with will be allowed to call me that. It’s a title earned. Only if I am your Daddy can you call me that. So this is a strict (some) partner only title.

So I hope this clears things up for you a bit! Overall I reserve some names for partners only. Other names are for everyone to use. While some are context and consent specific. :)

#community message #ask me anything #me

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streamafterlaughter · 1 year

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Limo 4 Emos

playlist | main master list | part ii (coming soon!)

request: no (send a request!)

summary: you’ve been sulking for three days after breaking up with your serious boyfriend. Eddie can’t let you do that anymore, though.

word count: 3,241

a/n: in the midst of all the FD angst, i thought i’d give y’all some comfortable, fluffy, sweet eddie x y/n, this time in a more modern setting! i was inspired by the song Limo 4 Emos by Watsky, pls stream his symmetry trilogy it’ll blow ur socks off. this is a mini, but i can totally write a part 2 if y’all want some less wholesome content. let me know what u think! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. Reblog to support the author!

tags: modern!eddie x reader, friends to lovers, mutual pining, confessions of feelings, fluff, consumption of weed, mentions of cheating (reader was cheated on)

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You throw a wadded tissue toward the television. You’re on your third break up movie of the day, Scenes from a Marriage. It’s been three days of chick flicks, rom-coms, and sobfests as you attempt to heal your shattered heart.

It’s dramatic, sure, but after graduating high school, and getting accepted to your dream school far, far away from Hawkins, Indiana, you really thought you had it all figured out.

Until Matt cheated on you.

You hadn’t wanted to believe it. You’d been invited out by Robin last minute, to a club you hadn’t gone to since beginning your relationship. It’s a place you’d always wanted to go, one Matt had claimed to hate, so you took the opportunity for a night out without him when he “fell ill” one Saturday night.

Sometimes you blame yourself, for not mentioning the name of the club. Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have run into Matt there, sucking on the neck of some nameless girl in too-tight latex pants.

You’ve since thrown out his letters, blocked his number, and set fire to the pictures of you two while listening to Dead Horse by Hayley Williams, but your stupid heart is still broken. On top of that, now you’re smelly, grimy, and sweaty under far too many blankets as you watch Jessica Chastain and Oscar Isaac yell at each other.

Your phone buzzes in your lap intermittently, and you lazily screen the missed calls and texts:

bobbie🏳️‍🌈👹: (7:20pm) wanna see a movie? coke bear looks god awful. call me pls!

(missed call: bobbie🏳️‍🌈👹 x3)

stevie🏴‍☠️🍦: (8:00pm) hey, just got off work, need anything at target? lmk 🫶

(missed call: stevie🏴‍☠️🍦)

eddie❤️🦇: (9:55pm): come outside

You read the last message again, timestamped five minutes ago. You begrudgingly throw the mass of blankets from your body, revealing your baggiest sweatpants and your favorite giant t-shirt. You peer out your window, and sure enough the gas guzzling monstrosity of a vehicle sits outside on the curb, its engine rumbling loud enough to wake your parents. You snatch a hoodie off your floor and struggle to get it over your head. As an afterthought, you grab the half smoked joint and your lighter from your ashtray and tiptoe down the stairs.

Eddie reaches the door before you and flings it open. “Good evening, my liege.” He bows his head as he holds the door open while you climb into the van. The interior stinks of weed and cigarettes, and the tinny speakers blare Microwave’s Float To The Top, a favorite of yours that Eddie had grown fond of.

“Where we goin’?” You ask innocently, turning the volume down to hear Eddie, who’s adjusting himself in the driver’s seat.

“Wherever you want, sweet thing.” He motions to his phone plugged into the console. “And feel free to DJ.”

You gasp in mock surprise. “Why, you’re letting me pick the music? Has hell frozen over?!” You can’t finish your sentence before he’s nudging you with his elbow, his head thrown back in laughter. “Seriously, what’s the occasion?” You settle on your everyday playlist, avoiding the breakup songs list you’d been abusing. You skip over Phoebe Bridgers’s Halloween, knowing you’ll start sobbing, and instead settling on Watsky’s Limo 4 Emos.

“Please,” Eddie begins, turning onto the main road of Hawkins, the only one that runs through town. “You’ve been moping all weekend, the first weekend as a free bird! No more school! For at least three months. Even more, if I can convince you to join the band.”

You know he’s joking, but you scold him anyway. “I told you, I’m getting my degree so I can design your album covers once you’re famous. If you need another guitarist by then, we can discuss it.”

Eddie chuckles. “Whatever you say, love. Anyway, I had to pick you up. Every time I've driven by it’s been a different sad, heterosexual couple on your TV. I’m surprised you weren’t sucked into the mattress.” You look down, suddenly fascinated by your crocs. “Hey, I didn’t mean that to insult you, y’know. I’m just worried about you. We- we all are.” There is genuine concern in his voice, and you feel your cheeks flush. He’s always been sweet to you, from the day you’d moved into the house next to Steve when you were twelve. Most of the kids were mean to you, making fun of your weird clothes or nerdy interests, but Eddie took an immediate liking to you. He sat next to you in every class, at lunch, and invited you to play with his group of friends at recess. Six years later, and he’s never not been right next to you once.

Eddie’s voice snaps your attention back to the present. “He’s a fuckin’ idiot. If I ever catch that kid at one of my shows again….” He trails off, shaking his head, and you bite back a smile. If there’s one thing Eddie will always be, it’s protective of his people.

“Hey,” You rest your hand on his shoulder, and feel him relax under your touch. “I appreciate that. And this. I needed to get out of there.” You could swear your room had shrunken.

“Of course. I kinda did it for selfish reasons anyway.”

“Oh?”

He nods. “I hadn’t heard from you in like, a week. And, in the year you two had been dating, I’d barely seen you without that parasite attached to you.” You could be mistaken, but you think you hear a tinge of jealousy in his voice. You chock it up to a hopeful coincidence.

Truthfully, it hadn’t been a great relationship. You and Matt weren’t compatible, but both of you had been lonely. If you were being fully, completely honest with yourself, there was one man you could ever want, and he’s sitting right next to you now.

You’d never be the one to tell him first, though. You’re sure Robin and Steve already know, knowing what they do about you. You’re not good at keeping secrets, especially when they involve your feelings for your best friend. You’ve never explicitly told either of them, though.

Eddie pulls into the parking lot of Hawkins Middle, and you snort out a laugh. “Holy shit.”

“Welcome back.” Eddie gestures to the brick building in front of him. “Where it all began.”

“You think?” You rummage in your pockets until you find your lighter and what is now a very crushed, unsmokable joint. “Oh, c’mon!” You groan, inspecting the bent, squashed cone.

Eddie’s brows knit together. “What did you expect us to do with that?”

“Well, it wasn’t always this fucked up!” You begin defensively, but he holds his hand up to silence you.

“Lucky for you, I have some. And it’s good stuff.” Eddie throws his arm over your seat, and your gaze lands on his jawline. Eddie’s always been beautiful to you, despite his “freakish” nature and wide range of facial expressions. You could admire the curve of his nose and the plush of his lips for hours, if you knew he wouldn’t catch you.

You whip your head back to the windshield too quickly as Eddie turns around, and you pray he doesn’t notice.

“Everything okay?” He asks, trying to inspect your features, but you won’t look at him.

“Mhm, yeah. Totally.”

“Right, okay. Anyway,” Eddie flicks the lock of his metal box open, and cracks the lid to reveal a few pre-rolled joints, a grinder, and a lighter. He plucks the thickest of his collection from the box, and flicks the lighter as he brings the joint to his lips. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as the smoke fills his lungs. You take the opportunity to watch him more closely, the way the filter sits between his ring clad fingers, the tendrils of smoke escaping from between his lips and into his flared nostrils, the wrinkle in his forehead when he tries not to cough, and the shake of his head when he fails.

He holds the joint out to you, burning between his thumb and middle finger. You carefully pinch the end of the filter, and bring the paper to your own lips. You will yourself to taste the tiny remnants of Eddie’s mouth, but mostly you taste the sweet smoke and thin paper. You repeat Eddie’s ritual, inhaling deeply as your eyes slip closed, letting the flower take its hold on your brain.

Paramore’s Liar hums softly through the speakers as you and Eddie pass the joint back and forth, giggling and talking like nothing’s changed in the last six years. In a lot of ways, nothing has. Matt never liked Eddie, but that didn’t stop you from spending every Thursday afternoon at Hellfire, and every Sunday watching movies. You and Eddie were inseparable, and you had never compromised that for anyone. Matt had even asked, a few times, if you’d stop being friends with Eddie for him. You’d laughed right in his face.

If you could go back and do it all again, you’d make the same choice. Having Eddie in your life was always going to be more important.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie holds out the roach for you, and you take a puff before answering his question.

“I’m just thinkin’ about how much I appreciate you.” You muse, knowing it’s bound to feed his ego.

“Oh, really?” He takes the roach and stubs it out on the console, adding a several hundredth burn mark to it. “And why is that?”

You shrug, teasing him. “You’re just so good to me, Ed. You get me out of my house, smoke me up when I’m all sad and mopey. You know how to make me laugh.” You tick each finger as you lost out your reasons, each one tugging the corners of Eddie’s mouth higher. “I know you’d do it for any of your friends.” You finish, and meet his eyes as he shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t, though.”

“Of course you would! Remember when you took Lucas out for ice cream after his first basketball game because they didn’t play him? Or, when you set Robin up with that girl you met at The Hideout?”

Eddie holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, fine. I’m a saint! But you’re special.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up. I’m just saying, you’re just so good. I don’t deserve you.” Your voice cracks as you say it, and you clear your throat to cover it.

Of course, he notices anyway. “Are you being serious? You are the most deserving person I know. Deserving of way more than whatever his name is.”

You glare at Eddie with disapproval. “You know his name.”

“Even if I do, it doesn’t matter. Fuck him.” He spits, clenching his jaw. This isn’t some playful hatred of the loser that cheated on you, Eddie is holding some serious malice towards a guy he barely knew.

You touch a finger to where his jaw is locked, and feel his expression soften immediately, like your skin melts his tension.

“It’s okay. Shit happens.” You’re saying it for his sake, knowing how protective he can be of his best friends. He takes your pain personally.

“No, it’s absolutely not okay! You don’t just cheat on your partner. Especially if that partner is-“ He clamps his mouth shut, silencing the ramble before it had time to take off.

“If they’re what?” You’re clueless, unsure what he’d been planning to say about you. Your heart ticks faster, whether with anticipation or embarrassment, you’re yet to decide.

Eddie huffs, expelling a mass amount of air from his lungs like he’d been holding his breath all night. “I can’t. It’s not fair to you, to tell you what I want to while you’re still grueving.” Eddie looks forward, never taking his eyes off the windshield. “I could say so much, but I can’t imagine you taking it well.”

It’s your turn to huff.

“Nothing you could say will hurt me more than I’ve ever experienced.”

“I don’t know if they’d hurt you, I’m more worried about how you’d see me after I say ‘em.” He talks quickly, rushing the words that must be causing his cheeks to turn pink in the low light of the car.

You think you have an idea about what Eddie wants to say. You can’t pretend you haven’t noticed his feelings for you, even subconsciously. He likes to hold your hand, he greets you with rib crushing hugs, says goodbye with a kiss on the forehead. He lends you his jacket on rainy days, and you’ve slept in his bed more than your own in the last three years. He’s always been there, through your parents’ divorce, to your first bully, to your first art gallery feature. You’ve seen every Corroded Coffin show, been at most of their band practices, learned DnD, and started listening to heavy music because of him. The more you think about it, the more you realize why none of your relationships have worked out. The only one you’ve ever been interested in is yours and Eddie’s. Everyone else had been out of convenience, and in some cases because of similarities between your suitors and your best friend.

As you realize this, Eddie’s turning his head to watch you think. “I want you to tell me.” The tiptoeing is driving you crazy.

“Fine, but I have to preface it with something. This wasn’t some ploy to get you, or anything. I didn’t plan to feel like this when I approached you in seventh grade. That being said, it was probably six weeks before I realized I had a crush on you. I didn’t do anything about it, probably because I was thirteen with a buzz cut and body odor. I thought it would just go away as time went on. But it didn’t, so I got like, super stressed out. We started high school and you started dating Jack or something, and remember we didn’t talk for like a month?”

You snort at the memory. “His name was definitely not Jack, it was Simon. And we dated for two weeks. And dating meant walking to recess and back together, not even holding hands.”

“Yeah! And it broke my little heart!” Eddie gestures wildly as he speaks. “Anyway, you demanded we fix our friendship, so I obliged like a gentleman, thinking I couldn’t possibly still have a crush on you after that debacle. Wrong again! I was a lost puppy, wounded and limping behind you while you charmed everyone you met. It was fuckin’ torture.” He looks at you now, and you stay quiet, willing him to go on. “This is all so emo, I’m sorry. I’ve been in love with you the whole time. It’s taken me six years to say it to you, and I still chose the worst possible time to do it.”

You can hear him, but you aren’t absorbing what he’s saying now. Instead, his last words repeat in your head, I’ve been in love with you the whole time. The whole time?! “Why did it take you so long?” You’re whispering now, knowing your voice will betray you.

“I didn’t want to lose you. You’re my best friend, and I couldn’t have you thinking it was only because I had feelings for you. You’re my best friend first and forever. But it still hurt like a bitch, not being able to tell you. I’m sorry I’m telling you now, I don’t expect you to process something like this any time soon. I don’t want a response, I just couldn’t take watching someone hurt you like that. I can’t fathom being that fucking stupid. And I’m still pretty stupid.”

You furrow your brow at him. “Don’t talk about my best friend like that. You’re the furthest thing from stupid.”

“So, we’re still best friends then? I didn’t scare you away?”

You shake your head. “That’s impossible. Believe it or not, Ed, you probably couldn’t scare me off if ya tried.”

“Good thing. I’m still so sorry.”

You offer your hand, palm up to him. He rests his palm against yours, and you entwine your fingers with his. “Don’t be sorry. I’ve been waiting six years for you to tell me that.”

Eddie lurches forward, craning his neck to look you in the face that’s still facing the windshield. “Are you fucking with me? Don’t fuck with me, definitely not right now. Y/n?”

You shake your head, gnawing on your bottom lip as you think of a reasonable response. “Swear on Dustin’s mother, I’m not fucking with you.” You meet his eyes straight on, unblinking, trying to communicate your feelings through your expression. “It might have taken a little longer for me to realize it, but it’s been you. It has always been you.”

Eddie’s eyes stay glued to yours, the warmth of them sucking you in as he searches your face for any inch of doubt. When he seemingly can’t find it, he inches closer to you, his arm resting on the dusty console as he invades your personal space.

Feeling a burst of confidence as Hayley’s Crystal Clear hums from the radio, and you mirror his movements, nudging his forearm with yours as you lean closer to him.

“If you hate this, just let me know. No hard feelings.” Eddie’s voice is barely a whisper. You don’t respond with words, but nod your head dismissively and close the gap between his lips and yours. Eddie’s breath hitches as he catches your mouth with his, your lips crushing against his eagerly, something you’ve wanted since you were thirteen.

Eddie pulls away first, only moving far enough away to look at you again. His face is flushed, eyes wide as he examines your face, probably looking similarly. “Why’d you stop?” You’re brimming with confidence as he blushes, his eyes darting from your face to your hands, resting on the console.

“I had to make sure it was real.” He reaches up and pinches his shoulder. “Ow. Yeah, okay. I guess it’s real.”

“We should do it again. Y’know, just to make sure.” He looks back up at you, and you lean in without another word, connecting your lips once again. This time, you deepen the kiss, tongue swiping against his bottom lip as if to ask permission. Eddie’s lips part wider, and your tongue meets his as you slide your free hand into his hair. His own cups your jaw, his thumb resting lightly on your chin just below your lips. He tastes like smoke and chocolate, his lips soft against yours as he bumps your nose with his.

It could have been minutes or hours by the time you separate, untangling your fingers from his wild curls. “Okay,” You speak first, your voice breathy. “It is real.”

Eddie’s lips split into a beaming smile. “Yeah, shit. I’m so glad.” He exhales shakily and tucks a stray hair behind his ear.

“So,” You pause, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, “now what?”

Eddie doesn’t miss a beat. “I mean, I have plenty of ideas, but-“

“I’ll do anything with you.”

“Movie at my place?”

You hope it means what you think it does. “Yeah, definitely.” You shoot your mom a text that you’re staying over Eddie’s. She sends back a “Yay! Hope he makes you feel better :)” and you respond with a heart. He already has.

#eddie x reader #modern!au #modern!eddie #gn!reader #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fluff

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sinsmockingbird · 6 months

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MY LIEGE I NEED TO KNOW THE CONTEXT OF THAT ZOYA ??? HELP I’M GOING CRAZY IN CLASS SLEJDKEJIFKEMDKDM

SLIGHT SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT:

I DON'T KNOW MUCH BUT SOME CONTEXT IS THAT IT SEEMS ZOYA HAS RECOVERED FROM HER CORRUPTION AND THOSE ARE HER CORRUPTION SCARS ON HER FACE AND STUFF! THAT'S ALL I KNOW I KNOW NOTHING ELSE FROM THE NEWEST UPDATE ON THE MAIN STORY!

(I'm guessing your asking for context on Zoya's new sprite and not my Discord message, lmk if I'm mistaken!)

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟsins inbox #servalisms

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paladinquest · 10 months

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There wasn’t much time between the sentence and the attempt at execution. Celine overheard the meeting, giving Lark only a matter of hours to get as far from the palace as he could. He’d be running away from her, from the kingdom, from them … but if he stayed, it would almost certainly mean death.

If a horse mysteriously disappeared from the stable, Celine knew nothing about it. The same went for as many rations from the kitchen as could fit in a bag.

Lark couldn’t stop. He knew firsthand how good the castle guard and the bloodhounds were. He’d been a part of their numbers for years.

Been. Not anymore.

His steed careens through wooded lands and dirt trails, taking every back way and uncharted path. As fast as it goes, there’s a moment of slowness … and enough time for a butterfly to pass in front of Lark, close enough that he could reach out and touch it if he wished. // @rabbitholewritten whoops my hand slipped

How can a symbol of such innocence exist here, after what has occurred? Lark’s heart is still nervous, even in the slowness and stillness of the moment, and when he reaches out his finger he can feel his hand tremble.

He knows he owes Celine a great debt. Right, as if he’ll ever get the chance to repay it. Have hope. He could have been well on his way to an execution, if it weren’t for her.

To think that they believe he would do such a thing, to think they believe he would kill the sovereign, someone so dear and close to him—

They’ve stomped on his honour. Harper’s assassination stomped on his soul. And the terror of nearly joining them in death at the hands of his own kingdom is only slightly tuned out by the butterfly landing on his finger.

His bated breath almost makes the thing fly away, but he manages somehow to keep still enough to avoid frightening it. Maybe it’s alone. Maybe it’s lost. Maybe it has no idea what the future holds, or where to go from here.

Lark is content to let it ride with him as long as it wishes.

#a message from the liege: asks #{ lay down my life for you / lay down my lives } harper | rabbitholewritten #verse: a never ending tale #(this is fine! this is fine. i’m not going to cry :’)))#death cw #death tw

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burr-ell · 24 days

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🏳️‍🌈🧡

🏳️‍🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn’t seem queer to you?

I'm gonna talk Fire Emblem. YOU DIDN'T SPECIFY SO HA.

I do happen to think more characters in Three Houses are mlm/wlw than a number of people are willing to acknowledge (I don't consider "can be romanced by either gender Byleth" to be the only metric when some of them kids got gayass endings); like, Dimitri is absolutely bisexual. Claude, though...?

So this isn't really "I don't think Claude is queer at all"—I personally headcanon him as aspec—but I think he's exclusively attracted to women. Like, compare his supports and paired endings with Lorenz (where "diplomatic relations" is the furthest thing from a euphemism) and Balthus (where Balthus straight-up just marries an unnamed woman) to Dimitri's endings with Dedue (fellas is it gay to take up vigil at your liege's graveside and then be buried alongside him) or Felix (I'm grieving for him harder than his unnamed wife did because we're PLATONIC FRIENDS obviously). As I just said, a character's relationship to Byleth isn't the only metric for this, but I think it's pretty telling that nothing about Dimitri's interactions with or about Byleth change based on their gender, while some of Claude's dialogue adds in lines specifically about finding female Byleth attractive.

I mean, both Claude and Dimitri have paired endings with female characters that are giving contractually obligated (I can't imagine Dimitri/Ingrid or Claude/Leonie are terribly popular), but I feel like people interpret Claude as bisexual because he's charming and Dimitri as straight because...I guess his route has the most traditional Fire Emblem elements? Meanwhile, the actual situation is the complete opposite in terms of like, raw homoeroticism.

(As far as Critical Role is concerned, while I don't have a preference either way, I do see where @revvethasmythh is coming from that Jester has some ally energy. I do like bi4bi Fjorester too though!)

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

For FE3H, I think Teacher Theory is still very stupid and hasn't been ridiculed enough*. Like Edelgard works with a mole man death cult that does human experimentation and kidnapping and she personally has a secret pet serial killer and starts a war, but hiring bandits to kill her political rivals is suddenly beyond the pale and El Would Never**? And the obviously smarter 4d chess play would be to...get the church to hire the aforementioned secret pet serial killer (who already works there) to be the head teacher of her house, thus putting him under increased scrutiny? lmao ok

For Critical Role...okay, this is retroactive, but I gotta admit that the "'did she know' was actually Rashinna!" theory was not good, at all, and would have been incredibly boring if it had been true. (Also, just logically, why would Rashinna have ONLY sent that message to the two Ruidusborn?) If my understanding is correct people didn't want to say anything on the slim chance it was right, but once the episode aired the general consensus was "PHEW we're good c'mon man, seriously? We gave airtime to that?".

*I'd address the fanon coming out of the hardcore "genocide is okay" Edelstans (straight up just "source: I made it up"), but like, the question specifies 'popular' and that portion of the fandom has only gone more insane because they know everyone thinks they're all absolutely corncobs.

**If in an attempt at media analysis you call fictional characters by nicknames, cutesy or otherwise, you have waived the right to be taken seriously.

unpopular opinions asks

#asks #also not to be like this but 'did she know was rashinna' is giving imidna twitter

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nerdyenby · 1 year

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Orange time :D Ranboo pov

Pregame

Oh my goodness this bit

Sir you do not get to “Hey everybody” us after all of this

Garfield Kart????

WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS?? /aff

Ran made it a whole 12 minutes without laughing at himself, I’m so proud of them

“I don’t know who you think you are, Philza- phil- philza? I don’t know who the hell you think you are but his favorite food is goddamn lasagna” garfieldfan2487 my beloved

“Stop making me think, get out of here you ganti” losing my absolute mind

The eye contact and “… you like Garfield?” killed me

GARFIELD KART IS REAL?!!?! I thought they were clowning

Leaving himself a message and creating lore for their MCC scuffed persona is so Ranboocore

Aimsey instantly becoming Garfieldfan2487’s best friend can be so personal

Ran and Callum’s interaction is everything

“Just like Garfield gets destroyed by Mondays, I am getting destroyed by the IRS”

Ran FINALLY breaking character, it’s been almost an hour my liege, cmon /lh

So I was under the impression Martyn was pg, guess not lol

All the skins 😭

The music just being a single kazoo note on repeat is so good

Bingo but fast!!! :D

BINGO BUT FAST?!!

MCC really said no to democracy and I respect that

Bingo but Fast

Are… they actually all going to be bingo? I don’t know if I want to believe that

Shoutout to Martyn for actually having played this game before

Why are there elytras???

They have to say bingo 😭

I feel like they’re killing it but they’re in fifth lol

Ewwww why is the savannah green?????

Battle Box

Excuse me why isn’t this game sillier?? /j

Thus Noxite and Ranboo’s rivalry begins

Sneeg mvp :))

Martyn mvp!!!!

Eat the carrots!!

ORANGE V YELLOW MY BELOVED!!!

“Fist up or die” so true Kara

Magic school bus conversation my beloved

Ran and Phil throwing their chickens at each other is so silly of them

Hole in the Wall

The hitw logo <333

Ran is so excited, I can stop smiling

Ranboo could I get you to consider: accents

This whole event is just going to be overstimulation central and I’m ready for it

Martyn’s “Nuh uh, if my parents couldn’t get me to eat me vegetables then you can’t either”

Sot music <333

THEIR SPRINT :((

MY STREAMER POPPED OFF

Garf permission granted, still don’t know what that means tho

They’re so real about how ideal the stimulation of hitw with hunger is

Ranboo zooming in and making eye contact is so intimidating what

Survival Games

“I’m so garfed up right now” “damn dude” KARA

THE SURVIVAL GAMES LOGO <33333

What does MCCAF stand for?

Everyone laughing at Martyn taking fall damage is so silly of them

The way the music cuts out just before they encounter their first other team is legit terrifying

“Is there a /top command?” 😭😭😭Ranboo my favorite Techno stannie

“You can now use /top” MCC MY BELOVED 😭😭😭

No clue how or when they got in first but I love that for them

Phil is merely playing Rocket Spleef, okay? Let the man enjoy himself /lh

The scoring is scuffed, don’t worry about it

SYLVEE TOP 5!!!

High key thought my computer froze when Ranboo just walked up to Phil and stared into the camera

TGTTOSAWAF

“I’m trying to maximize our garfage, okay?” “You can’t garf when you’re dead, Sneeg! There’s no garfing in hell!” […] “Of course you can, you’ve never been more surrounded by orange, that’s where we’re supposed to be” “I jump into the lava to be reunited”

I expected the dark to be darker ngl /lh

Now THIS is dark darkness

This is exactly the level of chaos I was craving

I was restraining myself from making a “gay on gay crime” joke when Ant justified punching Ran with “the chick-fil-a took over my keyboard, I’m sorry”

Slow falling into the void is so painful

“Who’s being a guy?” “Not me” RANBOO 💕💗💖💕💕💗💖 or should I say 💛🤍💜🖤

Kara asking if she can swear in game 5 is iconic, Sneeg is right there queen /gen

Kara going feral, as she deserves <333

Why is Martyn surprised? He was popping off

Martyn getting a screenshot of himself in the top ten “Sending that one to mum” I love him, okay??

“Dodgebolt with multishot” Sneeg is so real for that

Kara just had a kazoo on hand?? And perfect pitch??????

Sands of Time

Kara and Martyn having a whole “no you first” “no YOU first” over who gets to run is so!!!

Ranboo calling H a nerd, my streamers <333 (but seriously I don’t know if they’ve really interacted? Like they were both on dsmp but I can’t remember anytime they’ve actually spoken)

That sound effect is so cruel but if that’s the only thing scuffed about sands I’m happy

Omg what if all the vaults were down the same path

“Oh surely” “don’t call me Shirley”

Ranboo you idiot

You died in lava pal, the key is gone

They are merely gaming

That reaction was so delayed lol

Ran snickering at “under where?”

That was terrifying but so cool, it’s really lucky that they went in with like 30 seconds left

I really do want Ranboo to get third

Martyn being terrified of buildmartmanager!Grian is so real

Ranboo is so Techno-coded this MCC :((

Big Sales at Build Mart

Awww it’s the og map

The new game logos are everything, I would sell my soul for stickers of them

“Oreos!!” “No, that’s ore” “Oh” me too Kara, me too

Ran falling twice in a row and Sneeg just laughing at them

I’m actually down for the little nether run

Ran and Aimsey stopping mid game to wave at each other my beloved

Noooooo

Wow they are really bad at this /aff

Skyblockle

This event is just a love letter to everyone who’s been here since the beginning and it makes my heart really happy

The way they made a scuffed logo for this game because it’s the only time it’s getting played does something to me

WHY IS RANBOO TAKING A SELFIE???

I’m so down for end crystals actually

Sneeg mvp!!!

“I think I’m the April fool” we been knew Ran

Martyn mvp

Oli my beloved

BLUE!!!! IM SO PROUD OF THEM!!!

GEM WON!!! MASSIVE DUB FOR WOMEN EVERYWHERE

Yeah yeah, I may be a Ranboo fan first and foremost but I’m rooting for almost everyone but him, they deserve to maintain their status as career loser /aff

Dodgebolt

HELL YEAH!!!

Ok I got spoiled (saw Skeppy won) but yellow and green!!! Aimsey and Oli!!! My bois!!!!

I think Oli wins no matter what, actually

PUNZ /pos

OLI MY BELOVED 😭

This is insane, I want a 1v8 here lmao

JOEL!!!! Blue was my pick going in so I’m happy no matter what lol

THAT TRADE!!!

FROG WIN!!!!

INSTANT BETRAYAL!!!

ANOTHER TRADE?!!?

Revenge lol

“Babes I died” “It’s okay babes” GLOWDUO OWN MY ENTIRE SOUL

Punz and Krinios are IN SYNC

EMPIRES WIN!!!

Martyn popped off <333

Chicken infection????

THEY ADDED THE PLAGUE TO MINECRAFT

Martyn’s chicken noises are everything

Every MCC should end with zombie tag, actually

I love this team so much

Martyn just sounds like Elmo now 😂

“I’m working, honey. You gotta bawk to pay the bills” I’m dying

Can’t believe Noxite is vaccinated smh /j

I’ve said it a million times and I’ll say it a million more: SCOTT SMAJOR NEVER MISSES!!! He always does a superb job of making teams and matching vibes and he absolutely deserves to be proud of that

#mcc scuffed #mc championships #cw caps #ranboo #martyn inthelittlewood #sneegsnag #kara corvus

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ireallyamabear · 1 year

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The tales of Ferrix Forest

@laz-laz-ace-pilot and me both saw this amazing Robin Hood art and were like - this looks so much like Melshian though? Then we had the same realization which is that a Cassian Robin Hood AU is too perfect :O Like this, maybe? catch us putting every character ever in this ...

Cassian and Melshi escaped the horrid dungeon of Castle Ferrix together, then went on to live a life as outlaws, no longer fit for society. The night they escaped, they swore to each other to take revenge on their captors for the death of their friend, Kino, and to not rest until they and their own would never have to live as serfs anymore - and they sealed the oath with a kiss.

They take from the rich and give to the poor, along with their merry band of outcasts - Bodhi, who used to collect taxes for the Sheriff until he was caught being lenient to a poor mother of ten; Chirrut and Baze, knights who left their liege lord when they grew disgusted with their habit of hanging 12 people every month; Cinta, whose family was slaughtered by the king’s men; Skeen who always used to be a petty thief and only joined because he knows where his next meal comes from; Taramyn, the former royal guard turned the fiercest of outlaws; and Bix, who was tortured by the Sheriff for information about the thieves in the forest and got rescued in a daring plan.

Luthen is their secret leader, a seemingly humble monk from the monastery who frequently passes out handouts to poor and oppressed farmers and serfs. Cassian and Melshi live in Ferrix Forrest, but come to the little town of Ferrix disguised as poor laborers to get food and messages from Brother Luthen or sometimes from Vel and Kleya, nuns at the monastery. Vel sometimes breaks out to meet up with her secret love, Cinta.

Cassian’s father Clem was hanged for hunting in the forest to provide them with food, since then he has a bitter grudge against the reigning Lord or Lady, whoever it might be. He pulls off the most daring capers and gives the people stories of hope, the likes they haven’t had since the legendary outlaw Saw Gerrera ruled over Ferrix Forest.

Lady Mon, the bishop Tay and others are secretly plotting revolution against the usurper Palpatine on the throne, as the rightful heir is stranded in the Holy Land, but - as little Brother Nemik (who used to be a monk, but had to escape to live in the forest after it was discovered that he translated the bible into english) reminds them - for them the matter of who sits on the throne, lawfully or not, is the wrong question to ask. Whoever it will be will charge the working men and women with taxes that take their hard earned earnings from them, while they do all the work on the fields and in the shops.

One day, Cassian and Melshi meet with Brother Luthen, who gives them a mission - a young lady will arrive at the nunnery, to be married to Sheriff Dedra’s protegé Syril Karn, who is loyal to the usurper. It would be an opportunity to kidnap her, and press the Sheriff out of the collected taxes of the whole county, maybe even make her set three villages of people free from serfdom.

But Luthen doesn’t want Cassian to do it - “It’s not the right work for you, the Lady needs a gentler touch. Get Cinta and the knights Baze and Chirrut to do it. Vel will be traveling to the harbor and accompanying the Lady and her chaperone, Lady Leia, who is secretly in league with us, back to Ferrix. Vel will be happy to see Cinta, too.”

There is another reason Luthen doesn’t want Cassian to take Lady Kerrianne for ransom, though. The thief might not be able to do what needs to be done, in the case that the Sheriff will not agree to save Karn’s fiancée, as soon as he realizes who their victim really is. The monk tasks the both of them with raiding an outpost where the fearsome giant Kay wields the law with merciless precision instead, to keep them out of the way. When Cassian slips away for an hour to visit his old friend Brasso the Smith at the forge, Luthen tells Melshi the truth, though. He is to keep Cassian away from their band of outlaws and the kidnapped girl at any cost - he even tells Melshi where to find Saw, deep in the forest. Melshi has never thought that he would have to divide his loyalties like this, between the man who saved him from a doomed life in shackles, who he loves more than anything; and the cause of liberation he swore a sacred oath to.

Also, Laz had the best take ever on how this could go on:

Also Luke is literally just a farmboy who blew up one of the most fortified castles and now everyone thinks he's the next Joan of Arc with supernatural powers from God or something

#andor #cassian andor #ruescott melshi #melshian #andor au #brain goes brrrrrrrrr #mp #my fics

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So. Here he is. At the banquet. Nowhere to escape. To his right are Nanna, Lord Leif, Lord Quan, and Lady Ethlyn. It is a formidable set of people whom he never did expect to see fully in his life.

Cold. His body is so very cold. It is not a winter chill but...there seems to be not a drop of warmth left inside of him.

How can he face his lieges like this? After having survived all these odds in the wars, he has become a shell of a man. Finn is not stupid. He knows it. He is no longer worthy to fight alongside and serve these people....

Yes. That is why he should have disappeared in the Aed desert, after leaving Lord Leif to take on the throne. Someone as disgusting as him has no right to be in the presence of such.....such magnificence.

It's blinding. It hurts. It stuns him and makes him want to hide. And he knows he is a coward. For his long yearned for wish has come forward but he cannot even relish in it.

Finn turns to his daughter. At least she can stand him. Despicable or not, he can be himself around her. He raised her through the most difficult of times and nothing can take that away from him. They are not bound by blood but by choice. Just that gives Finn the tiniest glimmer of hope.

"Nanna," Finn speaks softly. "Are you ok at the party?" He knows she puts on a face. He knows she is the perfect princess. After all, Finn has always tried to protect her and failed. Nanna was destined for greatness.

"Just stay by my side if you need to," he mutters. He couldn't deny that he missed her. "But if you want to have fun, go ahead."

Maybe....maybe that was enough to make him smile......just a little.

She was trying not to look. It felt strange, to look over to her right and see her fiance's siloquette... eyes matching his mother's profile, and hairline nearly matching his father's. What was more was how overjoyed she was to see them all at the table—she had never dared to entertain that thought in the past. But now that it resided beside her, she felt at odds with herself... In many ways, she had hoped that this second coming of Lord Quan, Lady Ethlyn, and even Lord Sigurd would signal a second wave to her father. He had raised Lord Leif and herself on their stories after all... their legacies. He had raised her to be a princess, even without the crown. Somehow, in their glory, she had thought that he would be more... pleased. That he would embrace them, that he would cry tears worth his decades worth of service.

She thought that perhaps he would hit that sort of catharsis, for all the honor he spoke into their names. He was the last of their generation, after all.

But perhaps it was a matter of shock. A matter of time. A matter of... something. Something she could not fathom. He was like a message to the moon, a silent prayer with no real concern if it would answer him back. And now, it did, and it could. She gently parted her hands, to glide gracefully over his. A squeeze.

It had never once crossed her mind that her father was not her kin. Never.

Never.

Just that she needed him. She wanted him to see her. And in the years that came and went, it seemed like he had come to need her, too. But... that was simply her reading into things. Into his brows, into the fold of his lips, into the crisp way his cuffs were pulled. She had to read into things, even if she wasn't sure if they were truly smoked lines leading to fire.

"..." She smiled, not sure how to answer his first inquiry. Yes. Actually. Yes, she was fine. But in some ways, it felt like he wasn't.

She had more tact to utter nothing than to dig her father a deeper grave.

"Thank you, Father... Please, do stay by me. It has been so long since I've eaten supper with you."

Her eyes crinkled affectionately, crows feet made beautiful with love. "Do you remember the time I asked Lady Linoan to help me sneak a plate of turkey to your room to eat with you? I can't help but think how silly it was, to cry my way into getting to share a meal together." She derailed the conversation, fondly. "Oh! And the times we had in the barracks, squeezed two-by-two on those logs by the fire."

"I am in good hands."

She squeezed.

"The best."

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