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nitefise-art · 1 year

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The names of the Ruinous Quartet

So I’ve been playing Pokemon Violet and the names of the four Ruinous Pokemon are clearly derived from Chinese, so I thought I’d share some thoughts on what they mean.

The Ruinous Quartet comprise:

Wo-Chien

Chien-Pao

Ting-Lu

Chi-Yu

The first thing to note is that the names seem to use the Wade-Giles system of romanisation, as opposed to the Pinyin system used today. I don’t know Wade-Giles, so I’m going to be translating these to Pinyin for the explanations.

Wo-Chien

The Pinyin equivalent of Wo-Chien is Wo Jian. This doesn’t tell us what the tones are, but the Mandarin name for Wo-Chien according to Bulbapedia is 古简蜗 - Gǔjiǎnwō. 蜗 (Wō) means “snail” (more commonly said as 蜗牛 - wōniú). 简 (Jiǎn) is more difficult to translate because it can take on a lot of meanings depending on context and what words it’s paired up with (it can be a noun, adjective or verb), but in this context it refers to the strips of bamboo that were used for writing in Ancient China before paper was invented. These were strung together so they could be rolled up (kind of like sushi mats lol) when not being read:

This is why Wo-Chien is the Tablets of Ruin. This version of 简 (Jiǎn) isn’t commonly used anymore, instead it’s more usually used to mean “simple” (简单 jiǎndān).

Chien-Pao

This one is fairly straight-forward. The Pinyin of Chien-Pao is Jian Bao. This “Jian” is a different word from the one above referring to the bamboo slips, which was 简 (Jiǎn) - this one is 剑 (Jiàn), meaning “sword”. And Bao here is 豹 (Bào), meaning “leopard” (not buns, which incidentally is 包 Bāo). Hence the Mandarin name for Chien-Pao is 古剑豹 (Gǔjiànbào), meaning ancient sword leopard. So Chien-Pao is literally Sword Leopard, which makes sense as it’s the Sword of Ruin.

Ting-Lu

Ting-Lu in Pinyin is Ding Lu, and the Mandarin name is 古鼎鹿 (Gǔdǐnglù). Lu here refers to 鹿 (Lù), meaning “deer”. Ding refers to 鼎 (Dǐng), which are ancient Chinese cauldrons with three legs and two handles (below). This is depicted on Ting-Lu’s head and is why it’s known as the Vessel of Ruin. So Ting-Lu is basically the Cauldron Deer.

As a bonus, the character 鼎 (Dǐng) can be traced back to a hieroglyphical depiction of the actual cauldron itself (source):

Chi-Yu

This one is a bit of a mystery. The Pinyin for Chi-Yu is Ji Yu. Now Yu is obviously 鱼 (Yú), meaning “fish”, but it’s unclear what character the Ji refers to. All three previous Pokemon’s names derive from the animal and their associated item (tablets, sword, cauldron). Chi-Yu’s associated item are beads, but that translates to 珠 (zhū), not “ji”. The Mandarin name for Chi-Yu is 古玉鱼 (Gǔyùyú), meaning ancient jade fish. This is another example of different Chinese characters being apparently spelt the same but said differently - 玉 yù vs 鱼 yú. Maybe this is why they didn’t go with Jade for the English, both because Yu can stand for both and Yu-yu would look somewhat silly.

One possibility (which is what Bulbapedia goes with) is that Ji Yu is 鲫鱼 (Jìyú), which is a type of carp (note also that Bulbapedia records it as goldfish, but goldfish is 金鱼 jīnyú).

Another (less likely but I think more interesting) possibility is that Chi-Yu isn’t Wade-Giles at all, but just Pinyin, in which case “Chi” could be 赤 (Chì), which is a fancy word for red (红 - hóng), kind of like how you can just have red but if it’s scarlet or crimson then all of a sudden it’s more exciting even though no one’s actually thinking about the precise shade differences. This would fit given Chi-Yu’s fire typing.

Aaaaanyway I hope this has been interesting and happy 2023!

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roseblog-rog · 3 months

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She Actually Built a Shrink Ray…

(contains g/t mouthplay, g/t fearplay, and dubcon)

My best friend—Jamie—told me a while ago that she was working on a big project. After some prying from my end, she revealed it was going to be some sort of laser that would…do something with, like, atoms? And it would decrease them…I think? Maybe? When she started using science talk I kinda zoned out.

But she eventually dumbed it down for me, saying it would make whatever object it hits far smaller, which actually kinda made sense.

“So, a shrink ray? Like Honey, I Shrunk the Kids?”

“Yeah, something like that…but what the fuck are you talking about? Shrinking kids n’ shit??”

“WHAT??? YOU DON’T KNOW THAT MOVIE???? IT’S A CLASSIC!”

“Nah you made that shit up.”

For someone so smart she’s a complete dumbass. Or maybe it’s just not a popular movie…

Anyways, it’s not that I doubted her ability, per se, but I was highly skeptical about whether that was even possible. I mean sure, the idea of shit from Honey, I Shrunk the Kids being real was very intriguing…but could she do it?

That question was finally answered today when she sent me a text saying ‘HAZELLLLL COME OVER NOWWWW ITS SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT 😱😱😱’, and I arrived to her house only to be dragged to her lab where I found…well…a big laser. It really did look like something out of a movie, appearing very similar to Wayne Szalinski’s own creation.

This is where I am now: staring at the large machine, shock and some slight skepticism evident. “Is–is this…?”

“You bet your ass it is! Here lemme show you.” She ran over to a box containing several big red building blocks, taking one out and putting it on a stool where the laser was aimed. She then moved over to some sort of control panel and fiddled with some switches until the tip of the laser was glowing yellow.

I watched in awe; her genuine scientific prowess never ceases to amaze me. Still, I couldn’t help but make a remark. “Y’know, I honestly expected the beam to be red. Maybe some blue glow mixed in.” I smirk.

She glared at me playfully. “Well sooorryyyy it’s not exactly like your stupid obscure movie.”

We laughed as she finished activating the machine. She beckoned me to her side and we both watched as an actual laser was fired onto the building block, making it glow in a similar shade to the beam itself. My mouth then hung open in complete awe as I watched the once large block slowly shrink until it was about as big as a fingernail. She then turned off the machine, and we both went to look at the results. Sure enough, the block was intact, and I picked it up between my fingers to get a closer look.

Well holy fucking shit. The block was exactly the same aside from the now smaller size, and I could see Jamie grinning out of the corner of my eye.

“This is…this is, well, revolutionary.” I couldn’t believe she built this thing, still caught up in the shock of it all.

“Oh but thats not all! Put the block back on the stool.” She instructed, rushing back to the control panel. I could tell she was just as excited about this as I was, if her happy little bounces and giggles were any indication.

I placed the block back and returned to my position beside her, noticing the tip of the laser was now glowing purple instead of yellow. The process then repeated, only this time I watched the block grow back to its original size. Incredible.

“I still can’t believe you actually managed to pull this off…”

“You saying you doubted me?” She gave me another lighthearted glare. “Aaaaanyways, you ready?”

Ah. Right. Because I love and trust Jamie more than anyone, also seeing her capabilities firsthand, I volunteered to help test her machines as a human subject. Is there an ethical issue with this arrangement? Maybe, but it’s cool.

However…

While nothing bad has ever happened to me as a result of previous tests, Jamie has a tendency to…mess with me during the process. She knows her machines more than I do, therefore knowing exactly how to fuck with me. Like the time she built some sort of emotional amplifier, activating it whenever I laughed until I was quite literally pissing myself and breathless on the ground laughing. Or the time she built that stupid artificial spider drone—Jeffrey, the fucker—and kept making it crawl into my peripherals to scare the shit out of me.

I love her to death but she can be a real pain in the ass during tests, using my misery to fully test the capabilities of her machines. The sadist.

This time though…this time was different. I would be completely at her mercy, too tiny to do anything but accept whatever she does. It was…thrilling, honestly. Will it be scary? Probably. Will I get annoyed? Maybe.

But she wouldn’t hurt me.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever, let’s get this over with.” I sat down at the stool, and Jamie gave me a knowing smirk. I watched the laser—which was now pointed at me—start to glow yellow again, but despite the nerves I could never miss a joke opportunity.

“I am not missing the mall today.” I huffed and rolled my eyes, truly embodying my inner Amy. Jamie just stared at me with the most deadpan stare I’ve ever seen.

“I am so glad I finished building this so I don’t have to deal with your bullshit about this movie you’re so obsessed with.”

“Oh cmonnnnn. Youuuu loveeee meeeeee~” I taunted in my singsong voice. But at that moment she smiled and the machine was activated.

The feeling of the beam hitting me is…hard to describe. The best word I can think of is tingly. An almost soft and fuzzy sensation filled my body as I watched the world around me get bigger and bigger. It was one thing to see an object shrink, but a whole different experience to actually see the world grow while you get smaller. Tables grew taller, tools became gigantic, things that were once so close by slowly felt miles away. Even the stool I was sitting on transformed into more of an open landscape in my eyes.

After some time the world stopped warping around me, and I stood up to take in my surroundings. I was so familiar with Jamie’s lab, and yet it seemed like a completely new room from this perspective. I could notice cracks and rough edges around me with more clarity, notice particles of dust flying through beams of light. I glanced down from the stool and it felt like I was on top of a whole fucking mountain. This was absolutely insane, like h—

“Holy shit!” Jamie’s voice boomed through my ears, and I had to raise my hands to cover them from the vibrations that practically shook my whole body. My ears started ringing. A shadow now loomed over me, and looking up I could see Jamie towering above. From the look on her face, though barely legible due to the distance, she seemed to notice my more sensitive hearing.

“Oops, sorry Hazey.” Her voice fell to a calmer speaking tone, which no longer rattled my eardrums as I slowly lowered my hands. “I can’t believe that actually worked!”

I laugh, smirking. “Oh look who’s doubting herself now.”

She pauses for a moment, then speaks again. “I can barely hear you.” She chuckles. “That’s new.”

“Hey!” I pout, also noticing she’s cupped her hands. She lowers them down to the stool, and it looks like an offer to climb in. I accept, stepping onto her palm and balancing myself.

“Just don’t lift me up too—“ I feel her hands rocket up towards her face, and I fall over from the sheer force of it. Dark spots quickly faded in and out of my vision “…quickly.”

She chuckles softly. “Sorry about all this, you’d think I’d have thought about how to properly treat you with how much preparation I did.” I stood back up and met her eyes. They were huge, and I could really take in the rich shades of brown within her irises. “But speaking of you,” she left me standing on one hand while she moved the other to ruffle my hair with her pointer finger, “you are so fucking cute! You’re like a little speck on my hand!!”

I blush furiously, not used to being the short one. “Hey! I’m not that small!” Being in her hand I could see I was about the size of half her finger.

“Awwww poor wittwle thing~” She continued to coo and rub the top of my head. I hate the fact that it actually felt really good. Is this how she was gonna mess with me this time? Taunting me for being short?

“Stoppppp!” I whined through giggles, starting to melt at the contact but being unable to actually do anything about it. I already know my face is completely red. She knows me too fucking well.

Her finger starts to softly shove me around a bit, rubbing ever so often. I get a bit dizzy from the overwhelming tenderness of it all.

“Hehe! You’re such a fun little toy!”

That comment makes my mind and heart stutter, and I really start to take in just how powerless I am in this situation. I begin feeling a bit of wetness in my panties, but try to keep those thoughts at bay. As far as I know, Jamie isn’t interested in sex or anything of the sort. Besides, we’re friends. I’ll just enjoy the soft shoves and rubs and coos, that’s more than enough.

But then I notice that blush has crept onto her face as well, and she slowly smirks as her finger stops playing with me. She gently pinches the back of my shirt, lifting me up, and now I’m really helpless. I instinctively and slowly start to flail around to free myself from her grip, but to no avail.

I’m in front of her mouth now, and her lips are slightly parted. I can feel how heavy she’s breathing, warm air pushing out and brushing against my skin. Her breath smells nice, it’s honestly kind of soothing.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Sorry in advance.” With that being my only warning, she fully opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. She’s salivating a lot, and the realization of what she’s doing dawns on me.

“Wait! Wait wait wait wait!” She drops me onto her tongue as I beg and squirm, but no matter how much I try to crawl off of her tongue I cannot get any sort of grip. I keep slipping and falling helplessly as her tongue snakes back into her mouth with me on it.

“No no no no no please! Jamie!” But it’s too late. I’m fully inside her mouth at this point, her tongue now flipping me over to hold me down against the bottom of her mouth. I try to push myself out, but she’s too strong. I feel tears start enter my eyes.

“I don’t mean to scare you. I swear I’m not like…eating you or something. I just…” She trails off, and her mouth fully closes.

I honestly never realized just how dark the mouth is when closed, because it’s open whenever I look into mine. But now I get the real experience. It’s dark. Very dark. The air around me is also very thick and humid, the warmth of her tongue and copious amounts of saliva contributing heavily. It also smells completely like Jamie’s breath in here—I mean, obviously—but overwhelmingly so. I can hear her breathe through her throat from my position under her tongue.

Her throat. Right.

Well, she said she wasn’t gonna eat me…but what the fuck is happening then? Is this just another scare prank? Is she secretly a cannibal and just lied to make me struggle less? I’m at a complete loss.

I feel her moving around now, hear her searching through drawers for something. The vibrations of her footsteps ripple through the mouth, bouncing me between her wet tongue and the floor. As scary as this is, the warmth is comfortable, and the moisture surrounding me is actually pretty arousing.

Fuck, I’m trapped in my now-giant friend’s mouth and all I can do is be a whore. Typical, honestly.

I try to move again but I’m still being held down, and suddenly I hear Jamie stop searching. A breath of relief moves up through her throat and out her lips, giving me a brief glimpse of light before it is snuffed out once again.

I’m not even scared anymore, honestly. I’m just bored. This sucks actually. If you’re gonna scare me like this at least up the stakes.

I feel her move around some more until she sits down on what is either a couch or her bed. Regardless, I felt the bounce.

“Jamieeeeee!” I try to yell out to her, hoping she hears me from in here. “What the fuck is going on?!” I need answers and if nothing else I can try to get them.

“Just—! Please let me have this.” I’ve never heard her like this before, voice so shaky and desperate. I feel some fear creep back in, but this time it’s for her rather than me. “I need you, Hazel.” I’m still confused until I hear the familiar buzz of a vibrator.

Oh.

Oh shit.

She…this…huh????? I can barely process what this actually means before I hear moans reverberating up from her throat, the pool of saliva around me starting to grow. I can feel her body start to shake with arousal, also starting to notice her tongue snaking back.

I’m able to stand up now, but it takes extra effort with how soaked I am in saliva. It’s heavy and slick, almost keeping me down. I can feel my clothes completely stuck to my body, making it very obvious that I’m hard. My heart rate and breathing are also picking up, both from shock and the resurgence of my arousal from before getting put in here.

Then her tongue leaps at me before I can react, pushing me against her gums repeatedly as I squirm to break free. It’s bigger than my entire body, each lick completely drenching me in more gooey spit. As much as I should be disgusted, this sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s so warm and wet and comfortable, sending tingles of pleasure from my crotch throughout my entire body. Her moans pick up with each lick as well, and I truly start to realize just what she meant when saying ‘I need you.’

Her tongue quickly gets more frantic and suggestive, lapping my entire lower body from my feet up to my crotch, and I already feel incredibly sensitive and brainless as the motions continue. I can’t help but join Jamie in moaning. Instinct overtaking me, I remove my clothes as best I can while being bombarded with wet sensations. I manage to get my shirt and bra off first, and Jamie quickly notices what I’m doing as she focuses her tongue movements towards my now exposed upper body instead. This makes her moan even louder, if that’s even possible at this point.

My pants come next, and this takes some effort given how wet and sticky they are, combined with the fact that I’m still being licked mercilessly against a giant row of teeth. When the pants are lowered enough to reveal my panties, Jamie moves her tongue back down to my crotch. With one less cloth barrier, the overwhelming sensations are too much to handle, and I orgasm. I can feel my panties grow even wetter despite how soaked they already are. Jamie stops for a moment, taking in the taste of my leakage as it drips down my thighs and into the pool of saliva below me. Her tongue feeling me up as I continue to leak honestly feels so pathetic, and I can’t help but whimper.

Once Jamie finally realizes just what she’s tasting, she goes feral. Her tongue picks me up and shoves me over to her molars, placing me down carefully only to bite specifically at my pants and panties to rip them off. I’m finally completely naked. I’m then forcefully sent sliding towards her lips, pushed through so that my upper body dangles out of her mouth while my legs stay inside. She has her lips pressed tightly against my crotch, and she begins sucking on me while simultaneously licking relentlessly at my taint. It’s too much, sliding back and forth on her lips like this, grinding against such intense moisture, feeling that giant tongue absolutely lick me clean. I can’t think straight.

My vision is blurry in the light after having been in darkness for so long, but I can see Jamie vibing her clit. She’s shaky and wet, her frantic breaths pushing against my body as I rest my upper half against her lower lip.

I already feel close to a second orgasm, but then Jamie’s vibrator turns off. Her mouth opens wide, tongue licking her lips while I’m dragged along against her skin underneath. I’m then plucked up by my legs, dangling in front of her face. I am completely drenched, drop after drop of saliva falling down and hitting her body. We’re both breathing heavy, faces red. She looks at me, and from my upside down view I can see her smile before I’m sent down between her thighs.

Warm. That’s the first word that comes to mind. I’m shoved against her clit, and I immediately start humping. We’re both completely soaked so the grinding is smooth. Jamie’s moans from high above me reverberate through my ears, and I can feel her get wetter by the second. Her grip doesn’t let up, and she actually starts to rub me against her forcefully. She doesn’t need her vibrator now, she can just use me. I cum again, becoming even more slicked up as I’m slid up and down across her crotch. I can’t tell whether I’m more covered in her saliva or my cum anymore, I’m too brainless and soaked to process. She is in complete control of me; I’ve become nothing but her glorified sex toy.

She starts tensing, squeezing her thighs together tightly, and she quickly shoves me inside her hole. It’s a similar environment to the mouth but far more constrictive. Oppressive. Her walls push against me as I squirm and stimulate her, barely being able to breathe from her scent and moisture completely overpowering me.

Finally, she cums, and I hold my breath as I am once again completely drenched in her. I manage to get pushed out right in between her thighs, stuck pressed there until she unclenches. It’s all so much, so many new and euphoric sensations. I’m breathing heavier than I’ve ever breathed before, feeling like I might pass out at any moment. Yet I cannot stop myself from huffing her scent like my life depends on it, cannot slow my racing heart after everything that just happened to me.

When she unclenches, I do not go sliding down her thigh. Rather, I remain stuck there, practically webbed by the saliva and cum I’ve quickly become accustomed to being drenched in. Strings of fluid connect me to her other leg. I want more. I can get an explanation later, I just need to be back in her mouth again. Back inside her. I already feel myself start to dry up and I whine, trying to squirm out of the adhesive I’m trapped in.

I hear a breathless chuckle from above as I am carefully ripped from my prison, once again left dangling in front of Jamie’s face.

“Wow, so d-desperate for more? I g-g-guess I was right. You are a fun little toy.” She stutters and takes deep breaths as she speaks, likely just as brainless from pleasure as I am.

“P-please put me back in your mouth. I need—I need to feel your tongue again.” I blush furiously at the plea, already feeling myself ready to cum again. This is so fucked.

“Of course, Hazey. Anything for you.” And with that, Jamie opens her mouth and drops me inside once again.

Feeling the warmth of her breath and saliva is a comfort I could never take for granted. Her tongue is gentler this time, hums of approval ringing from her throat as she savors every taste of me. I let myself relax for a bit as she feels me up, catching my breath while still feeling highly aroused from the licking. Once my heart rate is under control, I slowly stand and wrap my body around her tongue as best I can. I then begin to thrust myself into it over and over again, my cock sliding against the impossibly warm and slick surface. It feels amazing.

A chuckle sounds from Jamie’s throat as I hump, and I feel her body rise as she begins to—presumably—clean up. I’ve gone from a sex toy to a simple form of stimulation for her mouth. A thing to mindlessly flick around and play with while she goes around and focuses on other tasks. The thought makes me blush ever so slightly more.

I feel myself get close to a third orgasm, but her tongue quickly goes back to overpowering me, pushing me towards her molars once again. This time, however, she bites down on me. Not enough to injure or kill me, but enough to keep me trapped with just enough pain that I still feel good. My lower body is facing her tongue, but I cannot see what it’s actually doing. From the feel of it, it doesn’t seem like she’s doing anything to me anymore. Is she just going to leave me here? Prevent me from reaching the orgasm I was so close to? My train of thought is interrupted, however, when her tongue suddenly goes to fondle my crotch and taint. The surprise of receiving such overwhelming sensations out of nowhere makes me moan loudly, feeling myself just on the edge of cumming.

But. Then she stops again. Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

She repeats this process multiple times: fondling me by surprise only to stop just before I orgasm. No matter how much I try to squirm out of her teeth, how much I try to maneuver my arms to touch myself, it’s no use. I quickly become brainless and whiny, eventually deciding to cry out pleas for her to let me cum.

After enough begging, she finally relents, licking me once again but this time without stopping. I’m still trapped under her molars, but I thrash around wildly as I’m finally able to let myself go all over her tongue. I all but scream as the feeling fills my body. I don’t care how embarrassing it may sound, all I can focus on is releasing my pent up pleasure all over her. I feel each burst of cum exit me, all of which bringing more and more pangs of overwhelming euphoria. More and more pathetic sounds. I feel elated. Wet, shaky, dizzy, and elated.

As I come down from the climax, her teeth let me go. I look at my body to see massive red teeth marks across my chest. Woah. I try to stand up, but I’m so shaky and filled with pleasure that I immediately fall over. Her tongue takes that as an opportunity to pick me up and bring me towards her lips. Her mouth opens and I am released once again, only this time her tongue slowly angles down so that I slide off into her cupped hands below.

She holds my small and soaked body tenderly as I regain my senses, raising her hands so I’m at eye level. I look at her face and am shocked to see tears falling down rapidly.

“I’m sorry Hazel! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m s—“

“Hey hey hey! I’m okay! I don’t know what that was, but I feel fine. Good, even!” I try to comfort her, sitting up and gently rubbing her palm with my hand. “Although, I would like to ask…why? Why did you do all this?” Sue me, I wanna know.

Jamie sniffs, the tears not slowing down. “I—I—I’m in love with you, Hazel.”

I freeze, and for a moment my heart stops. I say nothing, and she continues.

“And—and I was too afraid to ask you out or admit my feelings because you’re so…” She looks closely at me now, eyes filled with stars at the sight of me. ME?? “…you. I’ve loved you for a while now; your smile, your voice, your authenticity, your laugh, your jokes, your absolute beauty, even your stupid fucking movie obsession.” I wet chuckle at that, feeling tears falling down my eyes as well. “You are the only person I ever want to love, Hazel…and I ruined it. I got too desperate. I used you. I’m so fucking sorry.”

I stand up now, and gesture for her to move me closer to her face. She complies, and once I’m close enough I rush to hug her cheek. I really start bawling now, so overwhelmed from the affection.

“I—I’ve loved every moment spent with you, Jamie! You’re so fucking smart and funny and sweet and an absolute dumbass. There isn’t a part of you I don’t want to cherish. I…I love you too.” I manage to get out through sobs, feelings I had no idea were there finally coming up to the surface. “To be honest…I didn’t think you’d ever want to be with, well, someone like me.” I step back from her cheek now, wrapping my arms around myself in a pitiful hug.

Jamie bends her head forward, pressing a giant but soft kiss onto my head as I cry. “Oh, Hazel…you know that doesn’t bother me. I mean shit, I watched by your side as you slowly become the person you’ve always wanted to be. It’s admirable! You’ve become so much happier and genuine with yourself. So much prettier. How could I not love you?”

I full on wail at that, and she presses me close to her chest as I sob. The rhythmic beats of her heart slowly calm me down, and my breathing eventually begins to level.

“Do—do you mean that, Jamie?” I clutch her shirt as I brace for the inevitable ‘Just kidding! You’re gross!’

But it never comes.

“Every word, Hazel. I want to love you for the rest of our lives.” She gently takes one of her hands to rub the back of my head as I quietly cry into her shirt.

“So do I.” I manage to get out, and I feel her heart stutter ever so slightly.

“You mean that? Even after…what I did?” Jamie sounds nervous, just as afraid of rejection as I was. But she never has to worry about that. Not with me.

“I do. I really mean it. I could never hate you or leave you. I never want to spend a moment without you in my life.” I press a kiss onto her chest. “Besides, I was into it.” I full on laugh and Jamie can’t help but laugh too.

“Oh and I’m the dumbass?” She holds me even closer to her body, seemingly never letting go any time soon. Good.

When we both stop crying after a while, Jamie is the first to speak again. “So…do you want me to grow you back to normal size?” From a nearby window, I can see it’s dark out now. I am exhausted.

“Can…can I stay like this for the night? Sleep on your chest?” It was an embarrassing request, but I knew she wouldn’t care. She would probably tease me a bit though.

“Awww! You are adorable!” Speak of the devil. “Of course you can stay small tonight…though I think I accidentally swallowed your clothes.” I chuckle at her guilty expression, and resolve to just stay naked to sleep…as long as I can dry off first.

After we both get ready, Jamie lays down in her bed, and I rest in my position next to her heart, her hand serving as a blanket for me. This was an absolutely confusing and…surprising start to our relationship, and I had no idea what the days ahead would bring, but I knew we would figure it out.

I smile as the warmth of her body and pulses of her heart lull me to sleep.

Shoutout to my wife @flowers-but-gay for being my smart dumbass and describing how a shrink ray would potentially work only for me to dumb it down 😭

Also shoutout to Eve @specksizedgoddess for brushing the dust off my g/t kink and getting me back into writing

#(ro)s(e)mut #hazel & jamie #i am actually the most normal ever #g/t #g/t mouthplay #g/t fearplay #giant/tiny #nsft #g/t nsft #dubcon

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newcomernewcums · 1 year

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thank you for keeping us well fed 🙇‍♀️

i am here to COOK, im holding myself back by the scruff of my fuckin neck from writing a one shot or starting something else before i finish the next chapter, BUT, that being said, i’d love to answer some prompts about our favorite big buff men in the 141 if anyone has any ideas…

AAAAANYWAY, eat some more!

PricexReader headcannon (Falling in love + getting together (pretty SFW)):

Your first day with the 141 is a blur. You’re jittery the whole time, leftover excitement from being recruited mixed with new butterflies about meeting everyone, proving yourself, solidifying your future. Meeting Captain Price is crystal clear in your mind, though. It felt like all the racing stopped when he greeted you, offering his hand to shake with kind eyes and a handsome smile.

You brush off your nerves at first, attributing your anxiety around the man to the fact that he’s your superior, a person to impress, a man the rest of your team admires, that you admire. It isn’t until you’re both trapped, mission gone wrong, surrounded by combatants and sure that you’re going to die that you finally admit to yourself that your need to impress this man ran deeper than him being your commander.

As soon as you manage to pry open your mouth, taking a deep breath in to make a death-bed confession, your radio’s buzzing to life, Ghost on comms with a plan and an extraction team.

You push the feelings deep, deep down, ignoring just how the butterflies in your stomach fly lower whenever Price is in the room, almost pulsating whenever he leans down to tell you something, gruff voice tickling your ear.

Price falls second, but he falls hard. Tumbling into the Grand Canyon hard, busting his nose on the way down hard. He likes the new recruit. Hell, he chose you himself. But that’s what you were, a recruit, someone for him to lead, to direct. Sure, he’s happy that you fit into the team so well, can play along with Soap’s antics and sit quietly with Simon, but he never gets close. Tries not to, especially since there’s a twinge in his chest every time you look up at him with those honest eyes, beautiful and pure and shining at him like diamonds.

It on a particularly bad mission—one of those that he’s sure he’s not making it out of—that it hits him. You’re both hunkered down, hiding from combatants in an abandoned building, curled tight against a wall to ensure there were no sightlines from the many windows in the room. It’s one moment that changes it all. He looks down at you, his brave little soldier, and you meet his eyes with nothing but resolve and determination and he deliriously thinks that you look like an angel.

That’s all it takes for him to get stuck on you, every meeting, every mission, every single goddam waking moment he finds his eyes trailing after you, finds himself leaning too close, lingering too long. He can’t get you out of his head and its driving him crazy.

You finally get together on a good night. A celebration, one successful mission after disappointment after disappointment, a mission that goes good enough that it has Soap opening the meager liquor cabinet on base. You don’t drink too much, but you can feel your cheeks heating up, the ends of your sentences slurring a bit. Its good, you’re happy here, with these men you’ve found a family in. Price is drinking too, you notice, and you can’t help but feel like his eyes are trained on you the whole night. You feel them when Ghost pats you on the shoulder, when Gaz slings his arm around your waste, when you and Soap dance around the sparse room to an upbeat song blasting out of his phone.

You can feel yourself drifting off as you all talk late into the night, finally announcing that you’re heading to bed well past dark. To your surprise, Price’s voice startles you, coming from right over your shoulder, an offer to walk you to your room. ‘Just to make sure you make it,’ he jokes. You give him a shy smile, somehow still unable to banish the giddy feeling that you always get in your chest when he’s around. You both make smalltalk as you walk through the familiar corridors, but he doesn’t turn around once you reach your door. He continues the conversation, slowly moving into your space, towering over you as you press yourself back into the wall.

You cant stop your eyes from flicking down to his lips, not missing the smirk that spreads as he clocks the motion. Maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to ignore the yearning you feel almost every day, maybe… if you just take a chance…

His eyes widen in surprise as your fingers wrap around his dog tags, pulling him down to you with a coy look. There’s a second of indecision, a moment of pause where you think, terrifyingly, that he may back up, move out of your space, and then he’s sliding your lips together, groaning into your mouth as you fumble with the door handle behind you.

#i love price guys #idk if yall noticed #cod #captain price #price x reader #I have an itch to write about this man #food #ask

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hirukochan · 3 months

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WIP snippet

I've been a busy bee, working on my Voldemort/OC fic 🥳 and I am so so excited to share it. I think I'll start posting around February, I'll be sure to make a post here though!

Aaaaanyway I thought I'd share another snippet just for funsies (and to stop myself from posting it too soon 😬)

Barty comes from a neglectful house, the bright Ravenclaw who aspired to more, so much more than the Ministry job, his father was pushing him into, could ever offer him. Voldemort offered him more, and like so many before, Barty put all his hopes and dreams to Voldemort’s feet, soaking up the shreds of affections he was starved of as a child and found offered freely by Voldemort. Eventually he too learnt to live just to receive more of it.

Voldemort inclines his head, watching the man kneeling to his feet. His new body feels strange or perhaps it is the sensation of being back in a body that has him feeling odd. He keeps drawing circles on the velvet fabric of the armchair he summoned, feeling the fabric beneath his finger…

The years have not been kind to Barty. He and the Lestranges searched for him, choosing Azkaban over betraying him. They were of little use there but it holds meaning nonetheless. Their devotion. He has always been curious to see how far they would truly go and even after Azkaban, after his father freed him on his mother’s dying wish and kept him prisoner of his Imperius - Barty kneels to his feet, his dark eyes practically overflowing with joy at seeing him returned.

Voldemort’s hand slips off the armrest, gently cups the man’s emaciated face. Barty’s eyelids flutter shut and tension leaves his body. It’s pathetic. It’s beauty. It’s the devotion only Voldemort can invoke in people and it’s devotion to him that makes some mildly useful and separates them from the vermin. He is very liberal with his affections in the beginning, gets them addicted to the feeling and then removes it, makes them desperate to do whatever it takes to get it back and punishes them mercilessly when they fail him - it’s so easy to train humans.

Voldemort pulls his hand back. A shiver goes through Barty and he leans forward to not lose the feeling of his touch before gathering his composure again.

“Tell me about the girl again.”

Voldemort tips his head back, letting it fall onto the backrest and closes his eyes, listening to Barty’s words. He pulls the image he stole from Barty’s mind in a second of weakness out of the depths of his mind. An intriguing little thing…but the delicate ones always break before he truly could have his fun with them. It’s been a very long time since he played…but no. This time, this time is too crucial. He doesn’t need distraction…on the other hand…

She haunts him. A nasty parasite trying to force him to his knees, to worm herself into his mind and gain some sort of power over him. Nobody holds power over Lord Voldemort!

He has to wait. He has to be patient. Voldemort is not patient. The Muggles Barty catches at the edge of the village, spreading over the land below his father’s estate, sate his perpetual need for entertainment only insufficiently. Unsatisfyingly. Voldemort has never much liked that part about himself. Boredom is his worst enemy. He can stew in it for a while, tolerate the claws it throws into him and tears away at his mind. He can occlude, he can distract himself, relive memories that once brought him great satisfaction but repeating them too often has left them with a bitter taste. One would think he’d be better at waiting after spending so many years in the abyss, clinging on to life, clawing his way back into the world that attempted to kick him over the edge but returning to life has filled him with ecstatic spiritedness that does not like being confined to the decaying manor of his filthy, unworthy forefathers whose name he is cursed to carry with him wherever he goes.

It’s pathetic.

It’s so Muggle.

Ordinary.

It is irksome and pesky and a constant, cursed reminder of the inadequacy of his own impure blood he has fought so hard to escape and throughout it all she is there. Blonde hair, a blood-speckled white nightgown, bare feet against the forest floor…

A single image. A haunting, horrid beauty.

The impertinence to torment him-

One, his brush with death has left him too weakened to fight.

And so he finds himself turning to Barty, his last remaining loyalist. “Tell me about the girl.”

Perhaps he is unveiling a weakness, perhaps Barty is too caught between fear and veneration to even think him capable of having a weakness. Perhaps it doesn’t matter what he thinks at all. Barty has proven he can be trusted. He has remained loyal through it all. Through his fall, Azkaban, his father’s cruelty. Voldemort has always tended to trust those who shared his own history more candidly than any Pure-blood from a coddled upbringing - another weakness of the dirty Muggle blood his father has cursed him with but there is also a unique strength in overcoming a cruel parent.

The Weeping of the Songbird on Ao3

#upcoming fic #Astrea x Voldemort #Astrea x Voldemort excerpt #voldemort x oc #tom riddle x oc #excerpt

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exocynraku · 1 year

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now that its the 4th i can finally talk about shadow!! yahoo!!! SHADOW SPOILERS BELOW . ASC SHADOW . IF U DON'T WANT SPOILERS DON'T OPEN THE CUT!!!! SPOILERS BELOW!! LIKE. SO MANY SPOILERS. FOR THE WHOLE ENTIRE BOOK. PLEASE BEWARE

ok so that book was surprisingly? not that bad. the BIGGEST thing that happened was BRAMBLESTAR RETIRED!!! SQUILF IS GOING TO BECOME LEADER!!!! (unless something bad happens) and i am SO PUMPED FOR IT!!! FINALLY STUPID IDIOT BRAMBLESTAR IS GONNEEE i still skimmed over nightheart chapter this arc and tbh? he didnt really do that much. talked to sunbeam. talked to berryheart. talked to bramblestar and sparkpelt. did some tasks. FAILED HIS TASKS ON PURPOSE TO LEAVE SUNBEAM BEHIND AND GO BACK TO THUNDERCLAN WHAAAT??? honestly i dont think they shouldve let him back in but whatever AND NOW SUNBEAMS GOING TO THUNDERCLAN TO BE WITH HIM. babygirl just leave him please

sunbeam also didnt do a crazy amount of things it was mostly just interacting with nightheart but there was one thing i wanted to talk about! in one of the chapter (I dont remember which one) she had a dream about nightheart WITH ANOTHER CHICK?? she was described as a silver tabby with blue eyes and i tried to see if that was a cat but the only ones that are even CLOSE are flowerstem from shadowclan and shimmerpelt from riverclan, who are both described as silver mollies. IK it was proooobably just a dream but . what if its more of a vision. what if that actually ends up happening. very interesting....

berryheart still kinda sucked BUT ALSO. she is schemeing with RIVERCLAN to get tigerstar out!!! whaaat!!! specifically splashtail! WHO'S CLOSE TO FROSTPAW!!! i was actually pretty shocked lol! duskfur and mallownose (i think thats their name?) were also there

on the topic of riverclan reedwhiskers death was CONFIRMED. to be a murder. BY SOMEONE HE WAS PROBABLY CLOSE TO. WHAAAT??? I was so shocked! And intrigued! I'm SO excited to figure out who that was. he also said to frostpaw 'there is a darkness in riverclan' which is VERY interesting. also frostpaw has a crush on splashtail and its literally killing me babygirl thats your cousin. ough. also i think splashtail might be evil. i hope hes evil. that would be very interesting

ok time to talk abotu FROSTPAW!!!!!! little. tiny. i love her. she was so interesting this book. BIGGEST thing about her is SHE'S NOT A HEALER ANYMORE! she decided to become a warrior apprentice again because of her (supposedly) fake visions! splashtails been trying to convince her to become a healer again but it is NOt working LOL. though the odd thing is, now she's having REAK visions! she had the vision about reedwhisker where she was in the attackers body who attacked him and then threw him over the ravine. BUT!! cuz she's not a med cat anymore, she only told this to splashtail and.,... and.... she's going to tell whistlepaw too!!!! that means... WINDCLAN CONTENT!!!!!!!! im so excited! BUT. she didn't get to windclan! before she could make it, someone ATTACKED HER! it wasn't shown who it was or if it was riverclan or windclan or someone else but EEK!!! please be okay frostpaw. please. aaaaanyway, i thought this book was pretty good, surprisingly! frostpaw is still my number one fav :3 also i love owlnose & splashtail. i love alot of riverclan. icewing, shimmerpelt.... such cool characters!!! also lightleap and blazefire are cute

#asc spoilers #warrior cats spoilers #warriors spoilers #a starless clan spoilers #wc spoilers #asc wc spoilers #too many tags augh #wc #ray talk

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velnna · 8 months

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Hi Maf! I found Stray Souls just before the season 2 finale last year and have been following your art and stories since then. (I was kinda hoping you’d pick up BG3 from your prior D&D mentions cos I was excited to see what drawings would come of it)

I bought BG3 and played obsessively for all of 13 hours. Then I suffered a head injury. (Which is apparently a thing to take seriously :( ). So for the past 3 weeks I’ve been home off work to recover. The plus side is I’m fine as long as I don’t do things that trigger the injury – unfortunately, everything triggers the injury lol. So I’ve been feeling fine but bored out of my mind, and have spent the last 3 entire weeks in my dark house scrolling through my phone at 0 brightness through sunglasses. Meanwhile, BG3 has been over in the corner screeching at me to play it, and I feel fine enough that I could, but I know that if I tried it would make my brain tingle immediately in ways it probably shouldn’t. (But that would make the story more immersive with the whole tadpole thing, though!)

ANYWAY TLDR: Thanks for letting me BG3 vicariously through Staeve. I’m so bored and everyday is the same and one of the few things I’ve been looking forward to each day is your little campaign journals. I love your humour, the little guys look great in your style and I’m getting my fix without being too spoilery. I don’t social media well but I wanted to drop a little appreciation note. Aaaaanyway have a great day and thanks for reading my spiel :)

Woahh I hope you recover swiftly! Happy to provide relentless BG3 content in the meantime

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writer-komaru · 2 years

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Hehe sorry for spamming a bunch of the reblog stuff, I’ve just never done this kinda thing before so I get excited, please forgive me T T

Aaaaanyways… uh, oh! I recently was shuffling through songs and I found a cute oneeee~

This is how I think a few Danganronpa characters would react to you singing them a lullaby~

(Song: rises the moon)🎶

Instantly asleep. Your voice is the most relaxing sound to them. Their eyes grow heavy and their breathing slows as you lull them to sleep. Only one minute into the song, you stop to see their completely still expression. You smile at them lovingly, bending down to give them a kiss on the forehead.

“Goodnight, my love~”

-Kokichi -Yuki -Makoto -Byakuya

After a few minutes, you realize they started crying. You stop and ask them what’s wrong and if you did something, but they shake their head.

“It’s just…. You have the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.”

You smile lovingly at them and continue singing. After a few more tears fall down their cheeks, reaching out for your hand and caressing it gently, they finally fall asleep. <3

-Nagito -Komaru -Kaito -Shuichi

Starts singing with you. You voices join together in perfect harmony, as if the words are coming directly from the heart.

After a few minutes, you soon realize you both won’t be getting any sleep at this rate.

“Why don’t you let me do the singing and get some sleep, yeah?”

They nod in response, too tired to protest. And soon after, they are snoring lightly as you serenade them to sleep.

-Ibuki -Rantaro -Yoruko -Sayaka

#danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #nagito x reader #ibuki x reader #komaru x reader #kaito x reader #shuichi x reader #yuki x reader #kokichi x reader #makoto x reader #byakuya x reader #rantaro x reader #Yoruko x reader #sayaka x reader

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 months

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Hiya Steph, hehe How are you? I hope this week treats you well, because you deserve it *hug* I feel weird coming in here yet again to signal boost a fic, but I believe you said that was an okay thing to do? Let me know if not, bc I'm happy to share it elsewhere <3<3<3 I'm considering making a masterpost of my fics on my sherlock blog @sherlockwatsons ... Aaaaanyways I come bearing artsy smut LMAO The title is "Control", and the work number is 52207201. Hope you enjoy, if you get the chance to read! <3

AHHH I LOVE PROMOTING FICS, always suggest them!! :D And my week is going well... it's the last two days before I'm off for three weeks, so I am excited, LOL!!

ANYWAY, enough about me! Everyone go give this fic some love!!!

Control by ladylindaaa (E, 2,270 w., 1 Ch. || Doms and Subs || Light BDSM, Dom Sherlock, Sub John, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Emotional Sex, Comfort, Safety, Mental Health, Past Suicidal Ideation, Established Relationship, Face Fucking, Edging, Artsy Smut) – Somehow, even with the firm limitations of the universe in place, Sherlock touches him everywhere, all at once. The scientist has ignored the science—which was his very religion, before John came along—and persisted, still fighting for a complete integration of cells, an indivisible unity that’s derived from the sum of two.

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Cheers!! And if / when you make a list of your fics, let me know, I'd love to promote it!! <3

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #signal boost #doms and subs #ladylindaaa

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radmule · 1 year

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Yesterday I’ve opened Fallout 4 after few months of not touching it at all and decided to start a new game, as I barely remember where did I stop playing last time. Found it as a great opportunity to download few mods requiring fresh new start, most notably Hunkered Down and Sim Settlements 2. So far, these are actually pretty decent enrichments of the game and I really like the small changes HD does. Makes some locations seem more believable and interesting than they are in vanilla game. In case of SS2, I was super excited trying it out as I’ve seen some posts about it here and there, showing how complex and literally-DLC-sized mod it is. It’s a bit tricky trying to figure out how does the reworked building exactly works, but I can already see it’s gonna make settlements much easier to manage : ‘ ) You don’t have to run around like a wild dog to gather materials for the buildings and spend tons of time figuring out how to build the things up, the plots literally do the hard work for you, so that’s a very big plus! -also, I really have to state an important (but well known) point about “The Stranger” guy, who takes a role of tutorial dude who explains how things work for you - he is seriously... a very sweet character? Like, I have seen posts about him under Sim Settlements 2 tag and how peeps are wild about him, but I did not expect he’s gonna be such well-voiced, (so far) well-written and non-flat character that actually feels like a NPC straight from the vanilla game (in the most positive sense...!). I’ve giggled like a little kid when he started to play on a travelling settler, and it was so heartwarming seeing him so excited about ASAMs, joyfully talking about what a great technology it is. I also liked reading through his journal in his workshop, the “Silver Shroud” line was so corny yet so sweet. Makes me looking foward progressing the mod not just for the tools, but also getting to know the dude more.

-A poor recreation of thing that happened, which caught me completly offguard. Poor guy got stuck when finishing a building of farm plot, and the quest could not progress at all. Tried to talk to him and when I pressed E, he said “Hey darling!” which almost gave me a heart attack. *Cursing the SS2 devs for picking such a good voice actor* Aaaaanyway, plan to play more of the game soon when I wont have as much work to do, especially super excited into figuring out more stuff from SS2. Trying to not get myself spoiled as much as possible. The bad thing is- my very first settler in Sanctuary seems to be ill from some disease, which I do recall was something introduced in continuation of SS2 / Chapter 2, and I have veeery bad feelings about it.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #sim settlements 2 #jake evans #sole survivor #modding #fallout mods

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babes4pdd · 5 months

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My favorite- Ben Marshall X reader

A/N: this made us laugh when we wrote it. also theres no smut in this SORRY!

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Head in your hands in your tiny office you stare at the blank document pulled up on your computer. It was a sunday afternoon and you needed a good sketch idea by tomorrow night for the first pitch of ideas with all the other snl writers, and by god were you stressed. Usually coming up with ideas was tough, but you were truly stuck by this point and sitting alone in your office staring at your computer was not helping. Fuck this, you were going to get up and walk down the hall to stretch your legs and get a cup of coffee, maybe it would help you think of something.

It feels good to get out and walk around, you’re filling up your mug and opening the fridge to see if there's any creamer left, when a familiar voice greets you.

“Hey Y/N”

“Hi Ben.” you reply, watching him copy you and pour his coffee. You like Ben, he’s nice to you and he’s always so polite, running ahead of you to open doors and going out of his way to tell you how much he loves everything you write. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also really cute, he has the nicest smile you’ve ever seen and he's covered in about a million freckles, you’ve caught yourself staring at him a few times and had to drag your eyes away before he’d realized. The last thing you’d ever want is for him to catch you eyeing him.

His hand brushes against yours as he reaches for the coffee pot. Your stomach flips and you try to ignore his bitten nails and the way his hand flexes as he picks it up to pour it.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?” he asks, bringing you out of your thoughts as he pours coffee into a ‘worlds best grandma’ mug “Do you have all your sketches planned out?”

You groan at the mention of the thing that’s been making your life so fucking difficult.

“I’m gonna take that as a no.” he says with a chuckle.

“I haven’t even started them” you admit, feeling embarrassed at the way your voice drops to a mumble and your cheeks heat up. “I have like, no ideas, like at all.”

He looks at you, his eyes full of care, “I bet you'll come up with something soon! Everything you write is so fucking good I bet this one is just taking extra long cause its extra amazing!”

“Thanks Ben, that means a lot,” you say as you look in his eyes.

“No problem! I actually meant to tell you I-,” he’s cut off as John and Martin enter the room, obviously looking for Ben.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing in here, you said you were going to the bathroom like twenty minutes ago.” Martin says, obviously annoyed. Ben freezes, speaking as the two of them look at him judgmentally.

“Okay, well I um, decided I wanted some coffee instead so I got some.”. Ben responds nervously, his large hands wrapping around his mug protectively . “Ok, I’m just gonna go now, I’ll meet you guys back at the office!” he says, pushing past John and Martin quickly, practically running to the door before he throws it open and speed walks down the short hallway to their office, opening the door and slamming it behind him. So much for being polite and running ahead to hold the door you think.

“The fuck is wrong with him?” John mutters to Martin, they exchange a look as Martin raises his eyebrows and tilts his head towards you. “Oh, that’s why.” John says, looking at you. You give them a puzzled look and open your mouth to say something before Martin speaks again, cutting you off. “Aaaaanyway, we should probably get back to work, bye Y/N!”. You mumble a farewell, as the two of them leave, confused at Ben’s out of character reaction and the way John and Martin were communicating wordlessly with their eyebrows and insinuating… something? You honestly had no idea as you watched the two of them walk off, voices low as they returned to their office.

Picking up your mug as you walk back to your office you find your mind stuck on Ben again. Ben Marshall would probably be the perfect boyfriend, you think to yourself, sitting down in your chair and turning on your computer. You could write about that. The perfect boyfriend… not Ben Marshall. That’s good, you think, something to write about, general enough to be relatable but still specific enough that you could make fun of different guys you had met as a young person who was single and redownloaded and subsequently deleted Tinder once every four days.

As you write out your initial ideas your thoughts keep slipping back to your interaction with Ben and his weird, intense exit. Why had he run out like that? Did he hate you? No, well probably not, he had been so nice to you the entire time, smiling and making eye contact and complimenting you. Maybe John and Martin hated you? That was also probably not it, the four of you were friendly with each other and they had never been anything less than kind to you. Well, excluding today, but it wasn’t like they had been exceptionally rude to you it had just been… weird. Whatever, it’s fine, it’s probably nothing, you think, forcing yourself to focus on the words on the page instead of replaying the memory of his hand flexing and his eyes lighting up as he smiles at you.

The week went by in a flash and before you knew it was Saturday night. You watched from the sidelines as your skit about the “Perfect” boyfriend was presented to a live audience. The jokes were landing perfectly and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you watched Kyle Mooney say some of the crazy dialogue you had written for his character.

You hear an especially loud laugh and turn to see it’s Ben who had come out to watch the sketch, he didn’t do this with any of the other sketches tonight, you think, as the butterflies in your stomach go crazy . The sketch ends and applause roars from the crowd. You feel relief and pride wash over you as you begin to walk back to your office.

“Hey! Wait up!” you hear a voice that was undeniably Ben’s say from behind you. You stop in your tracks and turn around to see Ben jogging towards you. Why has he been moving so fast around here lately?

“That was amazing! I told you that writer's block was just the price you had to pay for a brilliant sketch,” He says excitedly as he smiles widely at you. He thinks your sketch was brilliant?! “That’s so nice of you to say! I thought your sketch tonight was amazing too! You guys always manage to make me laugh,” You say with a chuckle at the end. Ben’s face reddens so much his ears almost camouflage into his fiery hair. “Thanks,” he says shyly before out of the blue asking, “Hey, you’re going to the afterparty tonight right?” You're taken back by the question, Why does he care if you’re going? “Um yeah,” you say after a second, trying to conceal the suspicion in your voice. “That's great!” he says with an enthusiasm you've never heard from an adult man before. What the hell is going on? You wonder as he stands in front of you silently, rocking back and forth on his heels as you both think of something else to say.

There’s a few beats of awkward silence, then you manage to say, “...I think I’m going to go get some things from my office..I’ll see you later though!”

“Oh, Oh my god I’m sorry I stopped you for so long…see you tonight…Don't be a stranger!” he says while AGAIN speeding away. You stare at his quickly retreating form before turning and continuing the path to your office.

Forty five minutes later you’re walking into the same bar you meet at after every show. After greeting a few people you notice Ben, John, and Martin standing together, they look tense and once Ben sees you he says something to the two of them and they both walk off, Ben grins while eagerly waving you over. “Hey! You made it! I’m glad to see you here!”. There’s something sweet about his intense overeagerness, something that makes you blush and inch closer to him as he goes on and on about how funny and original your sketch is and how snl is going this season. At one point it’s so loud in the bar that he has to lean down so he can talk in your ear, which does nothing to stop your shaking hands and the butterflies in your stomach. Fuck, you like him so much. It truly doesn’t help when he puts his hand on your arm and says “Here, let me go get you a drink.” Returning a few minutes later, glass in hand he bows down slightly as he presents it to you. “And for the queen herself!” he says, beaming as you take the glass from him and take a sip.

“This is my favorite drink” you tell him, leaning in close so he can hear you over the music. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.” he tells you teasingly as he watches you sip your drink.

You really like Ben Marshall.

It’s all you can think about as you watch him laugh and wildly gesture with his hands as he tells you about the time he and Martin got into a fight and Martin threw a bowl at his head.

It’s all you can think about as he sits across from you, completely focused on you and only you, listening to your story about the time someone’s hair got caught in the door on the subway and the whole train had to wait for her to get it unstuck.

It’s all you can think about when you’re watching him dance after he takes three shots and he grabs your hands and pulls you up with him as he swings you around, narrowly missing your coworkers while they step back to give the two of you a wide berth.

“I haven’t seen John and Martin all night, are they here?” You ask him later, after the two of you are sitting again and you make him go up to the bar and get himself a glass of water.

“Why?” He asks, sliding the glass across the table to you so you can have a sip “I mean, I’m sure they’re here somewhere, do you want to talk to them or-”

“No!” you say, a little too eager, the alcohol in your system making you giggly and eager to spend time with him. “No, I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite.”

“I’m your favorite?” he asks, and you watch his face flush and a nervous smile overtake his face.

“Yeah” you reply, pushing the glass back across to him, hesitating a second before you reach over and grab his hand. He immediately laces his fingers with yours.

“That’s awesome, um, you’re my favorite too. Like in the whole office.” he responds after a moment.

“I don’t know if you could tell but um, I like you a lot.” he continues “I think you’re really funny and pretty and nice to talk to and you always smell good, and I really really like spending time with you.”

“I like you too.” you say almost immediately. Smiling at the way his eyes lock on yours. “I was kind of worried you could tell, like that I was being obvious every time I was staring at you.”

This makes him laugh. “I was so worried you would notice I was obsessed and think I was like, a total creep” he says “Like I didn’t even know I was doing this but apparently John and Martin said I’ve been really weird around you? Like because I’m nervous? John said I’ve been like, running? And that I should stop because that probably freaks you out.”

“You were walking pretty fast.” You tease him, squeezing his hand as he keeps his eyes on yours. God this feels…unreal, holding hands with the boy you’ve been daydreaming about for months while he looks at you and admits he thinks you’re so pretty it makes him nervous.

The two of you are interrupted by a wide eyed John, who greets you before turning to Ben “Dude, I know we said we’d leave you alone tonight but Martin is like, fucked up.”

“Where is he?” Ben asks, craning his neck to look across the bar.

“Fucking throwing up.” John responds “I called an Uber and it’s almost here but I need you to help me bring him home, you know how he gets. The Uber’s gonna be here in like, ten minutes, you say your goodbyes now, then meet us outside and help me.” It’s then that John sees your intertwined hands and the way you’re staring at Ben, which prompts him to tell the pair of you “Oh hey that’s awesome, I guess the running wasn’t that weird.” It’s with this that he turns from you and wades back through the bar.

“I think I have to go stop Martin from strangling John in the backseat of an Uber.” Ben says, looking at you as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. “Um, are you free tomorrow?” he asks.

“Depends” You tease him, “Are you asking me out?”

“Of course I’m asking you out.” He says, giving you that smile that makes you feel like there’s a flashbulb going off in your chest. “You’re my favorite.”

God, you really liked Ben Marshall.

#please dont destroy #please dont destroy fanfic #x reader #ben marshall #ben marshall x reader #fanfic

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basuralindo · 9 months

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You'll Have Me Rise ch.15 is up!

and it's not even midnight yet

This is basically a director's cut of the unfinished chapter I posted earlier, there's some edits for context and then an added scene at the end, but the second half I had planned evolved into a separate chapter again.....

Anyway, commentary under the cut!

-Yeah so, I feel like Jade has never seen Azul prioritize any new person over business, and has never had Floyd discourage him from hurting someone before. And for someone this meticulous, who's used to a very particular dynamic and environment that the trio has cultivated over years of knowing each other and not letting anyone else in, the introduction of Jamil is incredibly stressful. Like, while he does love chaos and new things, he also has a routine, he's always had something comfortingly reliable and consistent to fall back on. Having that feel threatened, especially in a way that he doesn't feel as involved in, is finally getting to him.

-Describing the positions Floyd plops into is so fucking hard!! Like they're so clear in my head, and imo so relevant to his depiction in general, but omfg is it hard to describe in writing without stopping the whole scene and explaining in detail risitskfskts

-I guess Azul being an emotional drunk is my headcanon now rip. He never did help find that paperwork

-I feel like these three take turns stepping up and taking care of the other two. Not really on purpose, but they all tend to crash and burn now and then, and whichever one can force himself to have the most spoons at the time ends up keeping the other two afloat. Azul definitely has his moments too.

-Drunk Azul out here forgetting about smartphones and google because tech and wifi don't do well at the bottom of the sea. I imagine they have some technomantic electronics in the more densely populated cities, but I picture most of the kingdom consisting of towns spread out over vast distances, so widespread internet would be a challenge. So like, basically the same issue america has, but with the added challenges of extreme water pressure, water damage under that level of pressure, and trying to transmit signal across that kinda distance with so much potential environmental interference. Point being I absolutely refuse to believe that the average merperson had a working smartphone with wifi.

-Also you can't tell me Floyd hasn't tried sneaking into every possible school facility while drunk in the middle of the night

-Aaaaanyway, I don't know how much I can say about the implications of the second half of this without ruining the impact of later chapters? But I'm excited about it because it was a recent decision for the lore. Sooo I guess you're welcome to dm me if you want anything confirmed Right Now and don't mind if it results in mild spoilers?

#you'll have me rise chapter 15 #you'll have me rise fic #chapter babble #chapter update

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writerman · 7 months

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Got another question about the vampiric himbo bastard!

Does(well, did more like since he’s a vampire now)Garrett have any mental disorders? If so, which one(s)?

You know what? I have never considered this before but I imagine, if we are going via the Thrall AU, Garrett is probably very mentally unwell.

-PTSD

-Stockholm Syndrome

-Obsessive Love Disorder

As a human, he likely had PTSD and depression.

When I say I haven't considered it before, it is more like:

"I know what is wrong with him because I am writing him." And for me, the main feature of the story is watching him go down a road everyone usually expects the protagonist to avoid.

Generally, once they cross a certain boundary it's like a switch is flipped and they come to their sense. In this case, Garrett will not be coming to his senses, that much is quite evident in the last chapter.

i.e. More interested in the Aro that threatens his very sanity over the softer Aro that might love him with genuine emotion.

In the beginning, Garrett genuinely wanted to be loved but having never had intimate and authentic love from someone before this he doesn't actually know how that feels.

Which is why he is where he is, and how he is right now in the story.

aaaaanyway, didn't mean to ramble about this I just get excited talking about Thrall.

#Garrett Twilight #Aro Volturi #Thrall Au

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