#anyway i dont know how to draw cloaks (save me)

[flecks-of-stardust]

[image description: line art of hornet, heading towards the left with her right foot slightly raised. she is holding her needle in her lower right hand, and her cloak is swishing up at the back. her torso and upper arms are not visible under her cloak. end id]

so i said i was gonna try to digitalize one of them…

anyone up to buy me a stylus? /hj drawing on your phone with your fingers is exhausting, but doing it from the shoulder helps Tons. i did try to do that technique on paper but it felt weird. i suppose its about practice though, and you get so much more stability from drawing from the shoulder its kind of ridiculous honestly

anyway! i dont know where to proceed from here. ive never done a full art piece on my own before so we’ll see how this goes DNSJSHD

also i forgot to turn off the swatch layer before saving the image lol so enjoy i guess

#hollow knight #hornet #my art #i have ? a vague idea of what direction i want to take this in #but first things first i need to figure out how im going to like. paint hornet’s legs #cause theyre both black. how do i shade them #or how do i distinguish them #halp

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Ground Rules

Geralt lays down the law with the help of yennefer after catching the reader haveing a bit of me time in the bath.

Masterlist

Ok this took all day as i couldnt stop tweaking it and i got to the point iv just got to step back and throw it out there or im gonna scream.Any way this is to go along with pastry negotiations its based after that one so could be considered part two? can be read stand alone tho in all honesty these modern reader inserts are gonna jump about in timeline cos my plot bunnys are twats. Im basing my Ciri on a mix of mature netflix Ciri and slightly mischievous witcher 3 Ciri. Any way i hope you enjoy this one im pretty pleased with it xx 

WARNING: Adult Themes, Smut, DubCon Swearing MxFxF 18+

Dont like it dont read it.

Geralt snaps when you take matters into your own hands.

The Ground Rules

"Well someone is excited" Jaskier drolled as he watched your form slowly creating distance between you as you marched ahead.

As the small rickety town came into veiw you cried out a victorious and dramatic "still alive" causing eye rolls and chuckles in the group. Honestly this was the first real town you'd come to since being here and you were thrilled. Sure you'd passed a tiny smattering of houses four or so days ago where you'd traded for some bread, tiny amount of dried meat and a few other essentials oh! and yenn had managed to replace your pastry to the amusment of the resident witcher. They'd both been more open with you since the whole pastry incident-which you thought was an off handed comment on yennefers part but she and geralt had since indicated otherwise.

The people in the village had mentioned of a near by town that was rumoured to have a contract out on a nest of some monster thingamajigs that you hadn't botherd to remeber the name of .You looked down the verge towards the town with immediate thoughts of eat, bathe and sleep- on a bed, a real fucking bed ,ok so it wont be a temper mattress but you could live with that-oh my fucking god hot water,a nice loooong soak you moaned in your throat the thought alone brought tears to your eyes. You walked ahead trying to usher the group.

And maybe you could have your own room. Honestly sharing a bed with the couple was becoming an issue for you,your crush on them was definatly getting out of control now constantly blushing under their heated glances and they are becoming more touchy feely, Hands lingering longer than nesscasary or leaning in so close so thier breath tickled the hairs on your neck basically doing anything to get you flustered and you swear to god yesterday yennefer copped a feel whilst helping you threw a small steam which you didn't need help with;not that she listened. Bottom line you were becoming sexualy frustrated pretty much staying in a constant state of arousal a night away from them to take care of business would be very much appreciated. 

"Come ooooonnnn guys keep up" you turned looking back at them drawing out your whine befor resuming towards the town

"Someone should catch up with her she looks like a girl on a mission" Yennefer commented 

"Yes. Ciri would you keep her near the main gate and out of trouble while we settle roach in the stables ,here take her this she should cover up befor anyone gets any ideas" geralt grunted as your form began to dissapear down the brow of the hill ,ciri looked between the two before shrugging grabbing his offered cloak then ran to catch up with you.

You glanced to the side as you heard footsteps noticing Ciri fall in step with you she held out his cloak.

"Here geralt said to cover up before people get any ideas" you sighed it wasnt your fault his shirt hung off of you showing a large amount of shoulder and chest luckily when the hoover portal of doom sucked you in you were in fleece lined black leggings that had been durable enough to survive the last 3 weeks on the road(your stitch t shirt hadn't survived your initial fall) because you doubt he'd have anything your hips would get in to. Rolling your eyes you pulled the heavy fabric across your shoulders repostioning it so that it wasnt draging on the floor to much but was still sheilding your body. 

"He's such a dad" Ciri giggled nodding in agreement befor reciting what esle geralt had requested ordered. You scoffed shaking your head

"So he doesnt even trust me to walk through a town, he does realise im an adult right? That i can do things with out causing trouble. i mean for god sake im not jaskier" she snorted 

"I think its more like he doesnt want other men trying to sleep with you" you did a double take 

"The hell you know about that sort of shit? has Jaskier been corrupting you?"

 A knowing smirk crossed her face as she held her hands up coming to a halt facing you just inside the wooden gates of the town.

"You think i havent noticed whats going on by myself, Geralt likes you so does yenn jaskiers noticed to, think he's going to write a song" 

"He better bloody not and anyway maybe i want to find a companion for the night." You announced tersely crossing your arms only to freeze as you heard a growl from behind you.

"Oh yes, i may have forgot to mention that witchers are senses are really sensetive" she smiled sweetly, you gaped why were you only being told this now. Looking between her and the others approaching.

"Wh-what how the fuck you leave that out? d-do you think he heard us? from back there" She nodded 

"Most definitely" you gulped feeling yourself shrink into Geralts cloak a little at the looks you received from Geralt and Yennefer as he spoke to her telling her what youd just said.oh fuck.

"when you say senses you mean all of 'em? Not just one or two?" hoping beyond hope that something had been lost in translation.

"Nope all of them sight, smell, hearing the whole lot" she replied watching the colour drain from your horror sticken face. You'd been getting wet over the past few days. And the realisation that he probably knew embarrassed the shit out of you. Geralt smirked obviously he heard.You were so fucked.he knew and if he knew then she knew.oh my god. You were sooo fucked.'whelp there goes my dignity' you thought. He strode past you to the mediocre stables with roach in toe ready to hitch her for the night.Jaskier and yenn followed pulling some of the bags off of the horse then passing them out to their respective owners. Geralt then stood before you all giving you all the 'game plan' as you call it.

"we will find an inn and eat after that you get settled in for the night whist i see about this contract."

"don't bother about me tonight im going to catch myself a young fair maiden for the night" you scoffed at Jaskier's announcement drawing his attention

"Sounding like a creeper there Jask, what? you gonna do throw a net in the tavern? don't think they'd take to kindly to that" he huffed through his nose aggravated. 

"No im going to sing in the tavern and lure a beauty to my side for the night" you played along widening your eyes in false realization

"oohh so your gonna go pay for it, how does it work exactly is it by hour or-" Geralt quickly intervened covering your mouth one to stop the inevitable spat and two before you could corrupt Ciri any further Jaskier deadpanned giving you a flat look.

"you're welcome to come find out for yourself im sure your just Itching  to get some relief-"

"JASKIER! you go ahead at least try to keep a bit of coin back this time" Jaskier 1 Y/n 0.

You glowered behind Geralt's hand as he dismissed the smirking bard who turned on his heel prancing off quite pleased with himself. You smacked Geralt's hand away wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before slowly making your way down the street into town.It had taken nearly half an hour to find a decent inn that had room for the four of you. A room with two double beds that had a heavy curtain to split the room into two it was usually rented by traveling families. You groaned as you walked in, now you really couldn't take care of business, you followed Ciri as she placed her bag on the bed on the left following suit you placed yours on the other half of it only to have Yennefer quickly relocated it to her side of the other bed. Ciri snorted giving you a knowing look.you sighed then stomped across the room. Knowing all to well that it was futile to argue with the sorceress ,the witcher was stubborn but she was something else. Geralt handed a small pouch of coin to Yennefer.

"This is for the new clothes Ciri needs a thicker cloak preferably fur lined maybe new boots to not sure how long those will last in the mountains." yennefer hummed as she pocketed the money. 

"And the clothes for Y/n as well?" 

"Yes, should be enough there for what we discussed if not i'v got a bit more saved" you raised your brows blinking at them.

"err what was discussed? guys? what did you talk about? was it about me? helloooo" you waved as they ignored you.Yennefer pulled off her cloak leaving it on her side of the bed. you and Ciri followed their lead only for Geralt the tug yours back across you giving a sharp look as you rolled your eyes.The group made its way down into the quiet main room of the family run inn where you were served a meal of roast beef with vegetable trimmings ,before you knew it Geralt had left to find out about the contract with a final 'Behave' thrown in your direction.To which you grunted in response,too full to even tell him to 'jog on' - a phrase that still frustrated the witcher as he didn't know the meaning-. Yennefer had asked for a bath before your meal which you were just informed was ready leaving you alone with the sorceress. You had all decided Ciri would have the bath first then you, yennefer and finally geralt if he was back before it got cold.

"I cant breath" yennefer laughed out loud you rubbed your tummy closing your eyes

"I mean honestly, I think theres food in my lungs" groaning leaning back against the chair she gave a sympathetic smile

"Well you did inhale your food, maybe next time take it easy."

"Can you blame me, been the first meat iv recognized since i got here" It was true so far you'd been living on meats that you wouldn't have necessarily chose to eat back home rabbit,mutton venison ect.

"After we've bathed we will rest for the day but tomorrow we have to run over to the seamstress and get your new clothes, not sure how long we will be here and might have to order some or have them taken up,you are a little thing.Might have to have some leather work done too." you squinted pointing an accusing finger at her

"You calling me a midget? we going for shots now are we?" she smiled sheepishly

"No .no shots?. i just meant your petite don't worry its very cute. Anyway we are only picking up the basics a few day dresses ,Riding clothes boots that sort of thing" you blinked owlishly flushing as she called you cute. 

"Riding clothes yes. Dresses no thank you" she stared unblinking at you for a few moments making you squirm at the calm expectant gaze that was getting heavier by the second, it was like the eyes of a mother when you'd been caught doing some dumb shit you knew you shouldn't be doing.

"Stop it....Yenn no... cant i just get something like Geralt has..please... i'd be much more comfortable...even Jaskier i mean im not one for the puffy bits but 'd make do....."

she blinked slowly

"Oh fine but only one or two no more and your not getting rid of these leggings either" you gave in, her gaze was to unnerving and it did things to you. Her face lit up. She was looking forward to seeing you in feminine gown instead of a her and Geralt's shirts not that she minded but it'd be a nice change to your strange stetchy leggings (not that she minded you in the form fitting bottoms) She moved leaning in to your side hand on your thigh patting it lightly.

"Thank you, don't be so worried i will take good care of everything" you gulped as you felt the flushed skin of your face grow hotter,your core clenching and warming at her sultry reply you closed your eyes trying to regain a bit of control. Suddenly her attention was drawn to a pink skinned Ciri who had finished her bath and changed Yenn nodded and released your thigh. You bolted upstairs hearing a chuckle as you did.

Once in the room you sighed in relief, making your way towards the screened off section that held a large oval tub full of steaming water. Discarding your clothes as you all but melted into the hot water.You submerged yourself getting your hair wet scratching tentatively at your scalp that had begun to ache under the grime. Spotting a small stool with what you'd consider toiletries, a bar of hard sweet smelling soap and a few vials.You grabbed the soap, opting for using it for your hair as well unsure what vials did what and went where.After scrubbing all the built up sweat and dirt you you closed your eyes lounging back against the slanted end tub you relaxed a few moments it wasn't long before you were feeling much better ,tired muscles succumbing to the soothing hot water.your body hummed. 'no one would have to know' as your summarized that this was the perfect opportunity to relieve yourself of other tensions, 

'its not like geralt could smell you under water, i mean i dont think dogs can thats why criminals cross rivers when their being hunted on tv isn't it?' biting your lip you peaked an eye open and listened out carefully feeling naughty when you began moving your hand to the apex of your thighs gasping as your finger ghosted over your hardened bundle of nerves .Fuck. Your clit was sensitive not surprising when Geralt and Yennefer had practically edged you for nearly a week. You whined quietly as you began a fast rhythm on your clit ,other hand slinking down to your opening rubbing your fingers up and down the warm weeping hole. You bit off a groan as your hips gyrated against your roaming hands. Stomach tensing as you drove yourself faster and faster to the edge.Almost there.Fuck almost-you jumped hissing 'shit' ,ripping your hands away from yourself , sitting up fast enough to make your head spin splashing a wave of water over the floor when you heard the door open slamming the wall beside it.

"err theres some one in here!" you called out loudly, angry at who ever just interrupted you.You got nervous as the heavy steps quickly made their way towards you.Realizing who ever it was didn't care for your modesty as they were coming your way you slung your top half out of the tub to grasp the towel screaming because before you could grasp it and cover yourself a large calloused hand enveloped your shoulder shoving you back into the water.

"WH-GERALT THE FUCK? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME." you shouted at him as he released you then you looked down slapping your hands down to cover your self as he raised his eyebrows and gave a lop sided grin.He defiantly looked like the big bad wolf in that moment eyes ablaze with a hunger you wasn't sure you wanted to explore or not. Collecting yourself swallowing dryly before scolding him in a voice that seemed to become smaller with each word.

"hey! get the fuck out im trying to bathe you prick" you heard the door open and close again in a less violent fashion. And suprize suprize yennefer glided into view behind the .

"Thats not all you were doing tho was it? i can fucking smell you" was growled at you as geralt wet his lips you squeaked. 

"huh? b-but.. i thought..w-water" you stuttered out as your brain malfunctioned on on an epic scale. Yennefer gave out a loud laugh.

"so thats why he tore threw the inn like that.honestly Geralt i thought something was wrong" she continued laughing as she replayed the way geralt had all but vaulted the tables to get to the stairs. you pouted throughly humiliated

"something is wrong" he ground out before kneeling beside you .Shifting you tired to create some distance from him. He was having none of that wasting no time thrusting his hands into the water tugging away your shielding hand the other forcing its way between your legs. You slammed back against the tub gasping trying to get away. All you'd achieved was his hand pinning your hips to the back of the bath by your pussy

"GERALT WHA-"  

"Lets lay down some ground rules" He squeezed your throbbing heat in his hand curling his fingers dangerously close to your opening you bucked moaning breathlessly .Your eyes searched Yennefer's for help but she wore a similar hungry look that he had. Another slow squeeze brought your attention back to the brooding alpha male in the room.

"This is ours.ours to lick,suck and fuck as we see fit, to do what we please with and is off limits to your wandering little hands we clear on that?" You groaned out as he emphasized certain words with teasing brushes of fingers and a slow rub of his palm. Realizing that he might actually be serious.You nodded quickly babbling as he rocked his hand back and forth igniting the heat that you had built alone.

"C-crystal-please Geralt PLease" You threw your head back as his hand moved deliberate and teasing.

"You think you deserve it? after being caught up here playing with yourself?" You nodded then shook your head confused, unable to really concentrate on anything apart from his magnificent hand ,half lidded eyes and clenching your fingers tight around the thumb he was using it to control your movements as your body whithered under his ministrations.

"Really?" He said smirking as he held completely still you sucked through your teeth biting back curses.He chuckled smug bastard. moving trying to get some friction to no avail.

"Well we have been teasing the poor thing ,of course shes going to try sorting herself out the first chance she gets .Honestly Geralt what did you expect? i did tell you" yennefer reasoned as she stood behind you combing threw your wet hair you before grasping your free hand pulling it up out of the way kissing your palm before ghosting her nose down your neck pressing soft kisses along it you mewled at her and tried to coax geralt to continue again by rolling your hips.

"I suppose we could let her off this time" His voice was pure sex as he glanced down before giving into pushing two thick fingers up into you. his breach of your walls had an initial sting but was incredible as your needy walls tried sucking him deeper greedy to be filled.

"oh-oh fuck Ger-please" you arched your back pushing down onto his hand clutching onto Yennefer's wrist. you were so hot .fuck.he was gonna make you cum too quick. You panted throwing your head side to side as your legs tensed then raised up towards your torso, your pussy wrapped tight around Geralts fingers as he held them deep every few thrusts making you feel just how your walls rippled around him. he alternated between fast and shallow then slow and deep trying to build you up slowly he wasn't going to rush you, he was skilled enough to walk you up to the edge and throw you off whenever he damn well pleased. You'd never been this desperate in your life . Yenn's cool fingers delicately teased out your nipples pinching and flicking them until they stood out provocatively. You rocked against the both of them as Geralt made sure to start dragging your clit up and down with his palm as he finger fucked you curling his fingers searching for that small spot that'd send your mind reeling. Yenn had leaned down kissing your cheek and begun whispering lowly into your ear.

"He knows what he's doing doesn't he?Iit wont take him long to find every single spot you have, thats the thing with bedding a witcher they are much more observant then regular men. I have no doubt he will know when your going to orgasm before you do.He has the ability to force them out of nowhere when ever he pleases.. He is quite cruel like that" you moaned out loud snapping your head back high pitched and vulgar sounds tore from your throat as Geralts invading fingers began rubbing furiously back and forth on a soft spot inside of you.Unable to control yourself as your legs and tummy spasmed erratically as your tearfull moans and pleas filled the room

"Thats it oh i think iv found it~" he boasted as he moved his elbow pinning a knee to the side of the tub leaving your clit cruelly exposed for Yennefer,they shared a look as she moved her hand down to join Geralts taking over to rub small firm circles on your exposed clit.

"oh-OH fuck noNOno i cant please i ca-UGh to-Too much please FUCK" Yennefer was quick to swallow your moans in a kiss of clashing teeth and tongues before any one could hear ,tears streamed down your face as your body ached your pussy contracting painfully around his swiping digits. Pulling back for air the sorceress placed open mouthed kisses over your shoulders leaving red marks with her teeth and sucking bites.

"Good girl your being sooo good you don't have to ask this time" she praised as she reached your ear befor sucking harshly below your jaw. you were quickly becoming putty in their hands Geralt growled as he picked up the begining tremors of your orgasm.

"Look at me" you obeyed instantly moaning as you watched the white wolf pull his lip up in a snarl that would have scared you any other time.

"This is what you were made for, your ours, we own you, mind body and soul we own every whimper ,every tear ,every orgasm and hole they are ours for the taking when ever we choose,from now only ecstasy you will know is what we give you" You'd never have guessed how filthy his mouth could be but it seemed to have the desired effect as a sudden rush of heat was your only warning before rearing up screaming out, not sure if you'd shut your eyes or blacked out for a moment as you gushed into the bath water.Geralt pressed into you persistent while Yennefer's hand continued the tight circles efficiently drawing out the best orgasm your ever had.Finally their movements ceased and your body went limp wracked trembling in the aftermath as your orgasm ebbed away slowly. After giving you a few moments to come down and catch your breath Geralt removed his fingers you whimpered inside's still so sensitive after your orgasm, sucking on them he moaned deep and feral before plucking your clenched fingers off his thumb. Yennefer quickly wiped your pussy gently clearing the cum from between your swollen lips. Making you twitched as the cloth ran over you.Pulling you from the bath was a joint effort as they rested you on the bed and began patting you dry with the towel.Moaning in protest as your arms waved loosely trying to take over only having your hand smacked away as they finished.Lying back looking up at them bleary eyed trying to stay awake you felt like jelly, giving up fighting you rolled over yawning tucking your arms below your head Yennefer tilted her head stroking your hair sending you into a relaxed sleep.

"Poor dear ,Oh look at her geralt shes all fucked out and we haven't even fucked her yet" 

"hmm she'll be ok we just need to work on her stamina" he replied patting your bottom as he pulled the cover over your washed out form.Geralt panicked

"Shit wheres Ciri?"

"well when you came charging in down stairs i told her to go find Jaskier and stay there until one of us came to get her" Yennefer said with a sly grin he shook his head and scooped her up kissing her passionately. As he took a few steps to the now vacant bath

"well the bath is still warm care to join me?"

"with pleasure lets try not to wake her tho"

.

See you soon xxx

#geralt x yennefer x you #geralt x modern reader #geralt x yennefer #geralt x y/n #geralt of rivia #geralt smut #witcher fanfiction #witcher imagine #witcher fic #witcher smut #geralt x yennefer x reader

[appleflavoredkitkats]

THANK YOU AAAAAAAAAAA I GET REALLY NERVOUS ABOUT COMPLIMENTING PEOPLE SO ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ALSO IM SORRY BUT I PHYSICALLY CANT STOP APOLOGIZING ITS JUST HOW I BE

ANYWAY I HAVE HAD MORE THOUGHTS SO IMMA CONTINUE

Hannah-

OH THIS LOOKS SICK... I love the almost body-horrorish rose coming out of her eye, it adds a lot of uniqueness to her design! The colours are also just so lovely, with the soft reds and pinks. She definitely gives off 'cute but will kill you' vibes, I love it. 10/10 would let her murder me

Puffy-

SWIRLS! Oh i love the hair in this one, the rainbow is beautiful! Also you just. Draw pirate outfits SO WELL. Like hot damn. Lemme save this to my art references real quick. Also i know I mention the colours a lot but the dusky red-pink? Stunning. She looks so confident too! 10/10 would also let her murder me (I'm a simple woman okay)

Purpled-

ALIEN BOY! Oooo I love the little star halo so much, it looks so pretty and really adds to his design. Also, light up sketchers... your boy be stylin. 10/10 looks like he'd tell me arcane secrets behind a servo, drink an entire grape fanta, then lift into the air slowly while the X-files theme plays and disappear. He also kinda looks like he's absolutely blasted on somethin but i don't know what. Love he.

Ponk-

Ohhhh i love this one too! I love the stripes on his doctors coat, they bring his design together so well. And the little details? Superb. I swear to god you just keep knocking me away with how much thought you put into your character designs. His little cat patch... and the potion... and his little mushroom..! The idea of a Nether-themed Ponk is so cool... art inspo time OwO? 10/10 i would trust him to give me heart surgery (he's already stolen it <3)

Callahan-

Yooo! I dont often see unique designs/ideas for callahan, but this is so cool. The idea of Callahan just being like... a casual god is so funny. Like he's got complete power over the servers code but he's doing it on monster, doritos, and spite. The hoverboard is also rad. 10/10 probably gets chip crumbs in the DSMP code

Alyssa-

Another character i don't see much of, but I love what you've done with her! You are so right, the outfits looks super cool, and I love the trenchcoat. 10/10 kinda gives me anime character vibes? But like in the 'secondary character that everyone likes more than the protag vibes.' Silent badass.

Hbomb-

You have truly done him justice... The blues and the beiges complement so well, and his outfit in general is just so cute. And his cat shoes..! He's even got a little heart in his tail, that's adorable. 10/10 I would kill and die for him. I love him so much.

Foolish-

Kronk vibes, definitely. And sableeye is one of my fav pokemon so seeing a design partially inspired by him was like :o! Himbo rights, and i love his shark cloak, its so cute. 10/10 Would also kill and die for him. I am officially part of the Hbomb and Foolish protection gang. (Of one)

Anyway there is batch two of love! Still absolutely going strong, I could talk about how much I love your art for days, You have given me positive reinforcement and now I will fill your inbox with rambling, sorry not sorry<3 I hope you have a good day/night!

YOU. IM SO SORRY I RESPONDED TO THIS LATE BUT, AAA GOD U MAKE ME SO FLATTERED O//O THANK YOU SO MUCH :DDD UR TOO SWEET

#asks #long post

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Oh my god, i had this sitting in my notes for a while, only remembered it recently. That being said, hi! I hope you enjoy this! Its a kinda sketchbooky oneshot in an au where Johanna is also a witch!

(Not for secret santa or anything, just wondered if u'd like it)

Omg. So, @tall-tappers is the one who sent this and I have to say I’m walking on air. Thank you so much for sending me this!!! I really enjoyed reading it (and you used one of the headcanons I wrote on Family Fights??? Omg.). I cannot thank you enough!

...

"Mum, did you dye your hair?"

Johanna turned around, jumping in surprise at the question. She glanced beyond her daughter to a mirror, seeing traces of a sparkly blue in messy wisps at the top of her head.

"Oh, yeah, actually. Just testing highlights, seeing how it'd look. What do you think?"

Hilda tilted her head, a smile forming.

"Yes! Then we can match!"

Johanna turned away slightly, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I don't know. I think I'm gonna dye it back."

"No, come on! It looks great!" Hilda pleaded, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

Johanna sighed, ruffling her daughter's mop of fluffy hair.

"Alright, you got me. I'll see what I can do."

Hilda cheered a victorious "Yes!" before she was rushed out of the house.

"Now come on, we wouldn't want to keep your friends waiting."

Hilda giggled and sprinted towards the car in a flash.

Johanna smiled softly as she followed her daughter and buckled into her seat.

"To the library?"

She asked.

Hilda nodded enthusiastically, a huge grin on her face.

[[MORE]]

...

Johanna looked at the kids gathered at a table, flipping through books and discussing beasts of some kind as they normally did while they were here. She thought back to her times in this very library when she was growing up, usually full days filled with studying. Or, at least, goofing off when she should have been studying.

"Nice day, isn't it?"

Rang a familiar voice from above her head.

She looked up to the source, her face brightening the second she heard it.

"Maven!" She called, waving to the librarian.

"Ive been meaning to talk to you."

Maven slid down the ladder, placing a few books back in the correct spots as she did.

"That's new. You never want to talk to me." She said with a sarcastic twinge, a smirk pulling at her mouth.

Johanna playfully waved her hand.

"Oh please. This is important."

Maven nodded, letting her cloak fall back into its obscuring position, before leading the two of them to a table.

As they sat, Johanna saw a hot cup of her favorite brand of peppermint tea sitting before her.

She looked to the librarian for permission, and was met with a nod.

"Ive gotten used to your little visits." She said, slyly resting her head on her hand with half closed eyes.

Johanna pretended that didn't make her as happy as it did, and cleared her throat.

"Listen. Ive come to talk about Hilda."

Maven sat up straighter.

"Why? What's happened?"

Johanna took a calming sip of her tea, sorting her words before speaking.

"Well, this morning, she noticed my hair dye was fading."

Maven's eyes traveled up, catching the unusual hair color.

"Ah. And?"

"Well, i told her that I was trying blue streaks out. She still thinks that brown is natural for me." Johanna's face fell, and she turned her gaze to the side. "And she seemed really excited about the prospect of full head matching hair color." That pulled a short laugh from her chest. "But I'm not sure if I'm ready for that."

Maven took a sip of some coffee, casually resting an arm on the back of the chair she was in.

"Well, you could just let it fade. It almost attracts more attention for her to be the only one with strangely colored hair."

Johanna looked away, fidgeting her hands on the mug.

"I just don't want people to say anything to us, and I'm not sure if i want her to find out yet."

"Well, have you told her what it means?"

"No, but she's smart, she'd figure it out. I mean, between your hair and magic room and her proficiency in it shes bound to draw the connection long before I plan to tell her."

Johanna sighed, looking over to her daughter's oblivious, absolutely ecstatic expression.

Maven hummed in thought, tapping the table with painted nails.

"You could always try using your magic? Erase her mind of the incident and go back to normal?"

Johanna winced, her voice turning more into a whisper.

"I told you, I dont do magic. You know how the city feels about us. I'd much rather lie to her."

She groaned, placing a hand on her forhead.

"But even that's not exactly desirable."

Maven clicked her tongue, taking a decisive sip of her coffee.

"You really should stop letting the city deny you of who you are."

"But this is who I am! Besides, I dont exactly want to risk going to jail every time I make a mistake!"

Johanna stated angrily, hitting a palm on the table. She had to take a moment to regain control of her breath.

"I-Im sorry for that. I don't know what came over me."

"You're restless."

Maven observed.

"This is the kind of thing that happens. I know you don't like me talking about it, but you are a witch. We kind of need magic."

Johanna let out a long sigh before resting her hands in her lap.

"You're right. I understand." She said quietly.

"But I'm just... scared. I just want her to grow up happy, like I did. And that means covering things like this."

"You don't seem happy now."

Johanna was silent, not even turning to meet her gaze.

There was a long moment of stillness between them, broken when Maven once again took a drink from her mug.

"in my opinion, you said Hilda would eventually find out anyway, so why not tell her now? It would save a lot of difficulty down the line."

Johanna closed her eyes for a moment in thought.

"I'll do what I can."

She said.

"Thank you."

They both rose to their feet as Hilda and her group of friends ran over, chatting over eachother until they reached where Johanna stood.

"Can we go to the woods on the far side of the wall?" Hilda asked with a confident stance.

Johanna laughed, joy returning upon seeing her daughter's excitement.

"I don't see why not."

They cheered and began to run past, Hilda leading with Frida close behind, holding some kind of camera, while David took the rear with a grin, despite his obvious hesitancy.

Maven looked after them, crossing her legs and lifting her mug to her mouth.

"You should follow them."

Johanna's brow furrowed, and she turned back to the librarian in worry.

"What? Why?"

"I've heard of some strange goings on from that direction. Its just better to be safe than sorry."

Johanna let out a breath through her teeth, pulling some strands of hair out of her face.

"Well, if you think it's best."

Maven winked. "And you know how often I'm right." She stood to collect the empty mugs and waved as Johanna chased after the children.

'stay safe out there, okay?' She wanted to yell after her, but decided against it.

#hilda the series #hilda netflix #hilda librarian #sketchbook ship hilda #sketchbook ship fanfic #hildas mum #Johanna #hilda fanfic #submission

[trackinghallownest]

-slides into your dms- tell me about your vessel ocs!!!! Whose your favorite. Everyone has a favorite even if they don't like to admit it! And is it ok if I draw them interacting with my vessel ocs?

HHfngfh gh i’m,,, thank you for this ask i’m dying,, i will absolutely go off if you dont mind me taking this chance!! ft doodles!! because i can!! and you absolutely can draw them with yours i will probably cry and definitely draw interactions back udfkfhvdf;;

some of this i may have mentioned in other posts but i cant for the life of me keep track of what ive put here compared to the discord so! i’m just going to fact dump! and put under a cut so i don’t completely fill peoples’ dashes shkfd

first is gonna be spindle since. i love them. theyre probably my favourite. and also the first i made. theyre just babie

they really are just babey,,

kind of accidentally an endless source of lifeblood which is a long story but its not.. very fun. to be constantly covered in plants. by adulthood most of their torso and one of their limbs is almost completely replaced/encased in plant matter

they take this pretty well actually. even if it gets a lot harder to move

for a vessel they grew up to full size much quicker than others of their kind, likely due to the lifeblood’s properties, but really nobody has much of a clue. didnt have time to get used to their size and still has VERY bad spatial awareness

broke their horn tip by smacking it on a low ceiling hkfdnfbdmvdf

plants bursting out of their shell and eye have pretty badly damaged it, and they can’t see out of the broken eye

theyre trying their hardest!! always!! they can’t move around very well and sometimes get lonely sitting at home in dirtmouth but they’re friendly to just about anybody and have so much love to give

seriously they dont even eat but they like to make sure they have food and drink at home in case anyone drops in and needs it

they’ve never been able to fight, and shy away from violence or combat in all forms

very scared of the dark and carries a lantern with them at all times, usually around their neck

discharges excess lifeblood into soil and grows a garden from it - keeps it from overtaking their body any further, and it’s something to do

not the best at communicating since a wood arm makes signing stiff and tricky, but they’re not much of a talker (signer?) anyway

then we have scratch n thimble who are kinda twins but not really. yeah those are matching scarves they are Bros (sibs??)

scratch FIGHTS THINGS and USES A REAL BIG NAIL

the biggest of all my vessel ocs, just in general. a big and strong friend

made it to the palace but got tossed for starting to care too much and takin a blow for another sibling. saved thimble from dying down there too and they were absolutely inseparable since

really just the embodiment of the ‘you befriended x! x would now die for you’ meme not gonna lie

has almost literally died for Multiple siblings n friends before but they wouldn’t let them. which is, a good thing

too reckless for their own good especially in their younger years but thankfully mellows out quite a bit by adulthood

tries to keep up a strong stoic front but also doesnt hesitate to abandon it if needed. theyre big soft really (they wont admit it tho)

has The Biggest soft spot for kids do not let them tell you otherwise

fought for the sake of it in the colosseum for many years before Stuff And Things involving yet another vessel happened and they kinda trashed the place and never went back

their nail is about as big and heavy as their entire body and they’re surprisingly good at using it for something so unwieldy. could probably crush most bugs just by virtue of it being So Damn Big

spends a lot of time when grown at the howling cliffs keeping an eye on those travelling into the kingdom, and deterring those with malicious intent

they got that eye wound from their sibling… it was technically an accident. they still don’t talk about it though

contrary to their twin thimble is the smallest vessel (as a babby at least - they do end up standing taller than spin and ruth when fully grown)

they have the very unfortunate problem of their shade having fused with void tendrils from the abyss sea as a babby

as such their shade is very violent and kinda has a habit of literally bursting out their shell and lashing out at anything around them under stress

eventually they get a handle on it and learn to control the literally overflowing void inside them but until then their entire life is pretty much a big clusterfuck of trying not to kill people, which they hate

they’re very timid and shy and cling to familiar figures (especially scratch) probably too much, but strike out on their own much more growing up 

theyre very strong and capable, moreso than most magic users, but you wouldn’t guess it. the only time they’d even consider showing it is in another’s defense

uses void tendrils like extra limbs. very functional! can hold many things (or offer many hugs) at once. may be slightly slimy though.

their cloak is very long and would probably benefit from being trimmed shorter but they absolutely refuse to let anyone touch it. its kinda grimy at this point and they trip a lot but don’t do anything about it

friends with a bunch of mossflies they picked up in the gardens! they all have names

can communicate with other void-creatures by sharing some of their own void! this was discovered entirely by accident but very useful, if awkward to explain

sure they’re kinda timid and like being on their lonesome, but they’re also very level-headed and friendly, and get along very well with low-energy quieter sorts of people especially

ruth is a small vessel rn/as far as i’ve worked out a timeline for! i know what they look like big but as far as the content on this blog currently goes theyre just .. smal

actual infant. hadnt actually been wandering out of the abyss that long before being dragged up to the colosseum to fight for sport

really doesnt have much of a clue how to act at first, other than ‘stab things before they stab you’

their name comes from ‘ruthless’, a nickname they got in the colosseum because they literally did not (appear to) give two shits whether they lived or died in battle. they’d just come back, anyway

scratch was the one that found them flinging a nail around and immediately went ‘oh thats a baby. this is bad, actually’

for the first short while of freedom scratch is the only one they’ll let even get close to them, and pretty much clings to them relentlessly. not a moments rest

they were actually pretty badly infected by the time they were broken out but theyre better now (another long story)

doesn’t have a natural cloak - it was ripped out and never grew back in. they make do though! their ‘new’ one was made from part of scratch’s that they ripped off and fixed together. they love it more than anything

once they actually figured out not everyone was out to kill them they stopped fighting back, and became a lot more curious and lively in general

still has a very warped and guarded sense of trust, however

kinda iffy around weapons and reacts badly to confrontation but does eventually learn to fight again (just.. in a better way)

pretty short even when grown, and going by height alone is the shortest when they’re all big

likes picking up pretty trinkets and things and carrying them around. has a few tied to their horns (as well as many pockets)

i have just now decided that spite counts as well! they dont actually survive to adulthood in any timeline i have currently (sorry spite) so big spite is entirely a theoretical but theyre fun to draw so

now spite? spite wins the babiest baby award

has one single braincell that bounces around their shell like a windows screensaver

their name indicates they are capable of feeling any negative emotion or hatred which is entirely untrue. by the time this was figured out they already wouldn’t answer to anything else

absolutely no sense of self-preservation or common sense. they are, in most regards, a very cute and very stupid dog

got lost on their way out of the abyss the first time around, ended up in the lighthouse and met friend mori!! was almost caught but eventually smuggled out and away

spent a lot of the time on the run in city of tears with said friend who was pretty much presumed dead by then. got taken in by a family, enjoyed themselves for a while

…but were eventually caught and thrown right back into the abyss along with mori killing them both for real this time. unfortunately.

cut to MANY years later and oops! their shade fused with the corpse and for some ungodly reason theyre both alive. time for the worst buddy comedy ever ft. literal pile of goop and body parts

spite does not seem to know nor care that theyre dead however

mostly happy to sit up there on mori’s shell and nap for hours at a time or fiddle with literally anything in reach. give them a cool rock and they’ll be entertained for hours. they are but a simple creacher

they do actually eventually learn to use a nail but who’s idea was it to give a child a sword. seriously i just wanna talk

#crazandlion #asks #if you actually read this far i would kill and die for you this took me 3 hours to write #and i think it was maybe worth it #hdfkfdvkjfdhvdhf #it was good to gather my thoughts on em i guess? hell yeah #tthank you;; #my ocs #spindle #thimble #scratch #ruth #spite #this was such a great ask to get i am still reeling i. yes #ohyes!! one last reminder theyre all agender/nb and if you gender them on purpose i'll break ur knees (they/them for all please) #(jk but i will correct you)

[sailorshadzter]

Can you do one where Sansa is pregnant (with Jon's Baby) and visibly showing when Dany arrives? I would love to see her reaction to it as well as Jon's (Publicly and privately with Sansa).

anon im not going to lie, im not sure i love this one.

so dont be surprised when i hit you with a rewrite. 

im sorry if its awful. FORGIVE ME AND MY SLEEPY BRAIN. i was just excited about this prompt and then it turned out terrible but i finished it anyways and just AGHHHH. 

anyways

send me prompts (if this piece doesnt scare you guys away lol)

“How do I look?”

Sansa turns to face Brienne who stands at the center of her room, her sworn soldier peers down at her as if she’d like to be anywhere else. “You look… Beautiful, my lady.” Brienne replies and Sansa’s face immediately tells her that’s not the answer she wanted to hear. The young woman heaves a sigh and sinks down into the chair she had once occupied, content on never again showing her face within Winterfell.

“I cannot face him like this, Brienne.” She says, torn between crying and laughing. For the first few weeks of Jon’s departure, she had done nothing but anticipate him returning. But now… Now all she could do was wish he was returning alone. It would not be easy to explain to this new ally of theirs why the Lady of Winterfell was pregnant… With her own supposed bastard brother’s child. It was true, none needed to know who the father was, certainly no one in the North did (save for Brienne and Bran, who knew everything now, even Arya had her suspicions). Upon learning she was pregnant, she had lamented to Bran over it, and it had been then that he’d told her the truth of Jon’s birth. He was not her brother at all, but rather her cousin. It made certain things easier, she supposed, but not all things. Daenerys Targaryen could not know the truth of Jon’s birth, that was for certain. It would not bode well for their new alliance. And as the Lady of Winterfell, she could not be down there when the Targaryen queen arrived, it simply wouldn’t do.

“He will be happy, my lady,” Brienne ventures to say, though her words earn a laugh from her lady’s lips.

“Shocked, more like it,” Sansa mutters, drumming her fingertips across the swollen hump that had become her stomach these last few weeks. “I should have just written him,” she had toyed with the idea for weeks, so at least he would not be shocked when he saw her for the first time. But so fearful was she of the letter being intercepted, she had thought better of it. That and she had not anticipated him being gone so long, she thought he would return well before she began to show physical signs of the pregnancy. “He will die in the courtyard of shock before Daenerys Targaryen and our cause will be lost.” She heaves another sigh, shaking her fiery red head. And for all she knew, Jon had forgotten her in his time away from Winterfell. It was rumored the dragon queen was beautiful and charming, a creature no man could ever resist.

Brienne opens her mouth to reply, but she is silenced by a knock on the door. “My lady… They’ve arrived.” Lord Royce says when he’s standing before her, bowing low to the lady he’s grown to love and respect.

Sansa nods and rises up to her feet, turning to Brienne when she’s dismissed the man. “It’s time,” she says softly, to which Brienne nods, offering her lady her warm, fur cloak. It at least concealed the bump of her belly, she supposed, though Jon would know the moment they embraced. She took a deep breath and made her way out the door and into the hall, there was no time left for worrying. They were here.

[ x x x ]

Jon can think of no one but Sansa. He comes towards where she stands with Bran, though first he embraces the brother he’s not seen in many years. They share several tender moments before Jon can take it no longer and he rises up to reach for her. The moment she’s in his arms, he freezes- he can feel the swell of her body against his, a thing he had not felt the last time he’d held her so. As he pulls back, she’s blinking back tears, nodding slightly as if to confirm for him the question his eyes must have asked. There is no time at all for them to speak, for behind him he can hear approaching footsteps and knows Daenerys is just behind them. “Your grace… My sister, the Lady of Winterfell,” he introduces in what he hopes is a strong, confident voice. His mind is racing, his heart is thumping.

“Lady Sansa… Your brother has told me a lot about you.” Daenerys speaks as she steps closer, all charm and smiles as she gazes upon her. She must befriend this girl, or so Tyrion says. “The North is as beautiful as he claimed, as are you.” She compliments with a dazzling smile, her violet eyes bright in the winter sun. “You glow like the moon, in truth.” The dragon queen is somewhat shocked by the young woman’s radiant beauty, far greater than what she had anticipated.

Sansa smiles but she can see right through the queen’s pretty words and quick smiles. “Winterfell is yours, your grace,” she says with a small tilt of her head, her smile half-hearted, her sapphire eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Daenerys draws back ever so slightly, her nostril flaring, telling Sansa her words have upset her. “I trust your journey has been well, please allow me to have you escorted to your rooms to rest and warm up.” She raises a hand and Lord Royce is there beside her. “Anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Her tone is dismissive, as if she were the queen and not the lady. Daenerys says nothing more but follows after Lord Royce, her small group following close behind.

The moment they’ve gone, those gathered within the courtyard begin to dismiss- all save for Jon, Sansa, and Bran. “It seems you two must talk,” Bran says, breaking the silence that had descended. Sansa nods, looking up from her brother to the man she now called the father of her child, the man she loved with all of her heart. Jon gave a single nod as well, offering her his arm.

Together they made their way up into the corridors of Winterfell, silent and steady in their walk as they approached her rooms. Once inside, Sansa shut the door behind them and when she turns around to face him, Jon is already rushing for her. He takes her into his embrace, kissing her as he had done the night before he’d left for Dragonstone so many months ago. “I’ve missed you so,” he whispers against her hair, holding her as tightly as he dares, breathing in her still familiar scent of rose water. He steps back then, holding her at arm’s length for a long moment. “Is it true, then?” He asks, lifting a hand to gesture down towards her body, still yet concealed by her long cloak.

Sansa doesn’t speak, but rather she pulls free from his touch so she can slip the cloak from her shoulders, tossing it aside; in just her black gown, her pregnancy is quite apparent. Jon’s mouth quivers as he sinks down, hands coming to touch the bump of her belly, as if in awe of it. “I cannot believe it,” he whispers as he leans in, pressing his forehead against her, drawing back with a surprised laugh when he feels the child press back. “He moves!” He says, his excitement apparent, and Sansa could cry from joy.

“You are happy?” She asks and at once, Jon is on his feet again, palms cupping her cheeks as he brings her in close to kiss.

“How can I not be?” He asks, tears stinging his eyes. It is true, he’s got twice as much to worry about, but in the end it would all be worth it. He knows others won’t understand, what with their sibling bond, but Jon doesn’t care who understands them. He loves her and that’s all he cares about. “I love you, Sansa, I love both of you.” Jon presses his hand against the swell of her belly yet again, smiling when he feels hers fall into place over his.

“There’s something else I must tell you,” she thinks back to what Bran had told her the night he’d told her the truth of Jon’s birth. You must be the one to tell him the truth. And so she opens her mouth and begins to speak- she tells him everything that Bran had told her, she tells him everything he needs to know.

[ x x x ]

That night when she crawls into her bed, Jon is already there.

“I have dreamed of this,” he whispers as he draws her into his arms, their hands tangled together over her belly. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he admits, nuzzling against her, the feel of her warm body pressed against his all he’d longed for in his time away. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He clarifies and Sansa smiles in the dark. In the morning, they would have to talk about what they would do from there on.  But for now, they only had to think of spending the night in one another’s arms. For now, all they had to worry about was if the other was warm enough, if the other was comfortable enough. For now, they only had to think about each other and the little life they had created.

For now, it was only them.

#anon asks #send me prompts #jonsa #jon x sansa #my writing #i wrote this #i really really loved this prompt though so yeah #ill probably end up rewriting it

[allthefandomloveandimagines]

❤️I ship you with Brienne of Tarth❤️

I ship you with Brienne because you both seem to be ahead of the GOT time. You are both strong women with goals that won’t be easily stopped. Though you both may be a little intimidating both of you have gentle and loving hearts which you both see in eachother. You both have a sense of what needs to be done in dire situations and can work things put together. Though she’s not the best with people, you are more welcoming to those who can help you both finish you goal. While her focus is mainly on mainting her honor and status, you remind her about other things that make life fun and worth it. You are able to get her to loosen up in a way she forgot how.

❤️STORY TIME❤️

You meet Brienne in King’s Landing awaiting the return of an old friend of yours

You’ve spent most of your life on the road helping other houses with a variety of important tasks

You are a decorated worker

You hold a few separate titles that you gave your sweat and blood to earn

But you don’t worry about any of those when Jaimie pulls you aside to meet Brienne

“Lady y/n, this is-“ you step forward and shake Brienne’s hand

“Brienne of Tarth, it is an honor to meet you.” You’ve heard of her, many times actually

“You’re a huge inspiration in my home town.” You smiled and took a step back

“Well, thank you. And you are?” She looked at you with bright clear eyes

You just looked at her and smiled

“Your name?” Jaimie jabbed you with his elbow and you jolted

“Ah, yes it’s y/n of house l/n” you rubbed the back of your head and tried to play off your embarrassment

Thankfully Jaime kept the conversation light

“Anyway, Lady Brienne is actually heading back North. Aren’t you?” Jaimie turned to you and politely smiled

“Yes, in fact, I’m heading back to house Stark.” You grinned and admired her armor

“I am as well, should we travel together?” Jaimie pats you both on the back and wanders off while you and Brienne immediately got off

The next morning you were all to eager to wake up and get headed North

You packed up your horse and and rode to the edge of the woods were the two of you agreed to meet

But she did not come alone

That sparked your interest

“Who is this?” You asked politely watching the young dark haired lad follow behind

“His name is podrick and he is my——well I dont really know what he is”

You smiled “well hello podrick, are you ready for this long journey?”

“Yes m’lady” podrick stanmered quietly

Brienne eyed you carefully as you smiled at podrick

“Shall we head off?” She asked rather quickly. You nodded

And you were off

The road was long and for the first week

And none of you talked much

Podrick was excellent at making fire and you did your part in catching rabbits and small rodents for dinner

But you were all so worn out that most of the time dinner was silent and you went to bed immediately after

One day you found yourself in a thick storm

Rain was pelleting your group

Though you all wore thick clothing the rain was painful

And the wind whipped around you and tore you cloaks left and right

It was dark and cold and thunder made it almost impossible to hear

You were lucky that night becaue you happened upon an inn

Brienne was the first to point it out

It’s lights shown brightly against the dark storm around you

None of you had been riding you horses for hours

The weather was too unpredictable

And the thunder kept spooking the poor creatures

When you got to the in you all rushed inside

First Brienne, then Podrick... you ran out back and found a stable to tie the horses up at and you tried to soothe them before coming inside

As you opened the door the ground was a lot slicker than you thought

You came in and immediately lost you footing

You tried to flail your arms about to get a grip of something to break your fall but were unsuccessful

Instead you were caught halfway but a pair of strong armored arms

And in the same second dropped with a loud “clunk”

You laughed and pulled yourself up and looked over to see Brienne in the ground beside you

“Did you try to rescue me?” You were giggling

Brienne didn’t respond she just started laughing

“With haha armor on?” You threw your head back and and roared on the floor

“Didn’t think that through I’m afraid!” She teased slowly pulling herself up.

The lady behind the counter watched silently as Brienne came over and helped you up

You spring to your feet and immediately met Brienne’s beautiful smile

“Next time you should watch your step”she smirked at you and stepped aside towards podrick who was smiling you both

“Say nothing Podrick, I mean it.” You glared at the boy who obviously was sensing some 😉tension

You two headed to your available room

Thankfully the two rooms available were situated to fit both you and Brienne in one and podrick in the other

You helped Brienne with her armor and both of you changed into dry comfortable clothes

Neither of you were tired though so you decided it would be best to head down to the dining hall

You two stopped by, grabbed pod and decided to order some dinner and drinks

You all were content and quiet eating you food until that glimpse of Brienne’s smile flashed in your head

Desperate to see it again, you started up a conversation

Brienne wasn’t the most eager to talk but after a few drinks she was practically singing to you

You all played games naming off people you had met and told stories of about places you had been

You found out that both you and her were headed to the North for the same reason

To save the Stark sisters and bring them home

You had mentioned that you ran into Arya a few times but she had managed to slip through your grasp

You knew she was traveling with hound but you didn’t understand the nature of there relationship

Brienne was greatly concerned about this but trusted your judgment when you told her Arya would be okay

The night ended with you and Brienne asleep on your beds in your room and with podrick also in your room on the floor

When you awoke that morning podrick was snuggling Brienne’s armor and she had a pillow over her face

You forced yourself up and your head instantly started pounding

“Oh my.” You moaned placing a hand on your head

“We drank to much.” Brienne mumbled from under her pillow

You both looked down out at podrick

“Oh dear.” You whispered to Brienne

She grinned and tried to paw her armor away from pods grasp

She was unsuccessful and pod turned over towards you

“Why is he on our floor? Didnt he have a room?” You asked quietly, getting on your feet and stretching

“He said he didn’t feel safe.” Brienne shook her head

“Well I suppose he is safer in here with us.” You smiled “I’ve seen you use a sword. No one will bother us.” She got to her feet and rolled her eyes

You two eventually woke podrick up and emabaressed him a bit before setting off

Another two weeks passed until you hit the north

And when you arrived it was dead winter

Nights got longer and it was a lot harder to keep warm

You hadn’t seen Arya yet but you had caught wind that Sanda had returned home to the North

As you arrived to Winterfell you came upon a battlefield

You heart sank as you looked over the fields littered with blood and massacred bodies

“Brienne” her name escaped you lips as you tried to hold back tears

Never before had you seen anything like this

You slowly let you horses draw closer to the bodies

And the smell hit you

“These men.” They were torn to pieces

Brienne pulled up beside you and took you hand

“Y/n, we will find Sansa.” You felt a lump in your throat but kept a firm grip on Brienne’s hand

It was true in the past few weeks you two had made your affection for eachother obvious by the light of the campfire

Podrick despite how you assumed he’d feel was very happy for the two of you

In fact he referred to you in secret as his “moms”

Podrick cape up behind the two of you and looked at the battlefield

“Sansa is with the Bolton’s now, they own Winterfell.” You and Brienne looked at eachotheras podrick finished his sentence

“Then it looks like we are taking back Winterfell.”

#kwpq imagines #kwpq ships #kwpqgotship #kwpq requests #brienne of tarth #lady brienne #game of thrones aesthetic #game of thrones ships #game of thrones #house bolton #house stark #sansa stark #podrick payne

[sevendeadlysins-imagines]

Request: Moonlit Lakeside

Prompt: oh man, i would love to request an estarossa angst x reader ;__; maybe something like the reader still thinks estarossa likes someone else (i dont wanna spoil in case you're not caught up to the manga) and the reader sees him and her together and misunderstands their relationship. but in the end, estarossa confesses to the reader and its just really fluffy? (anon!)

Note: I am not caught up with the manga (just finished the Vaizel Fight Festival Arc) but I do know what happens later with Estarossa. This obviously has SPOILERS. In which Estarossa sometimes hangs around the Boar’s Hat and is friendly with Merlin (ooc). Also, the reader is a Druid but it’s not terribly important to the plot, just another fun fact!

Word Count: ~3K

Warnings: Fluff, heavy angst, slightly ooc, MAJOR PLOT SPOILERS

You watched from the comfort of your window, the moonlight illuminating the scene in front of you. You watched as Elizabeth and Estarossa sat in the meadow. He leaned towards her, and you fought to ignore the twisting of your gut. Estarossa’s hand went up to brush through his hair as he looked at Elizabeth and chuckled.

He was still clearly enamoured with her.

Who could blame him, though? Elizabeth was a princess and beautiful and helpful and just a wonderful being to be in the presence of. If Elizabeth managed to captivate Meliodas and charm her way into the Seven Deadly Sins’ lives, well, of course she would end up with Estarossa. They were together before, too!

Why would Estarossa stoop to your level? You, a simple Druid. He had his own problems, sure, but he was still a beautiful person. He craved the care that Elizabeth had, but damn it, you wanted to!

Estarossa barely even noticed you, only seeing you if you were with Merlin while working on spells. He would occasionally stop by and chat about past gossip with Merlin, and you were there, too. The two of them were close, but the fight with Escanor caused a slight rift in their friendship, with Escanor wanting to keep Merlin safe, and Estarossa claiming he wouldn’t hurt her, and Merlin complaining that she doesn’t need to be saved. Over time, his visits were less and less often, but you always thought of him. Merlin was actually the one who knew about your feelings for him.

Why would he notice you, of all people? You, an awkward bean of a Druid, couldn’t hope to catch his affections. You daydreamed about it all the time. Cuddling with him on your bed, his hand playing with your hair absentmindedly, your own drawing swirls on his broad chest. Or just spending time with him. Learning all about him, his past, his hopes and desires. You wanted, no, needed, to learn everything about him. You wanted to be the last thought on his mind before he sleeps, the first thought in the morning.

Not Elizabeth. It tore you from the inside, watching them be so close together in the moonlight. You knew you didn’t deserve him, and that he deserved the princess. Still, you were greedy.

You watched as Elizabeth grabbed his hand, holding it tightly and bringing it to her heart. It felt as if someone punched you in the gut. Before you could see any more, you shut the curtains and blew out your candle, huffing and burrowing under the blankets as you let your tears fall and your sobs echo in the empty room.

A few days later, you sat at the bar, doodling on a piece of parchment. It wasn’t supposed to be anything, but as you continued to ink the paper, you noticed that it started to look like the demon mark, much like the one on Estarossa’s forehead.

“(Y/N)!” You heard someone shout, and you scrambled to hide the parchment away from sight. Suddenly, Meliodas hopped onto the barstool next to yours, smiling widely. Winking, he added, “Listen, I have a favor for you. It’ll get you out of here for a day.”

How did he know? You were dying to have an excuse to leave the Boar’s Hat to clear your head.

“What do you need?” You sighed. You saw Meliodas take the parchment from you and look at the demon mark. His face turned serious as his eyes met yours.

“It’s my brother’s, isn’t it?” Meliodas asked. You nodded. “He doesn’t know, either, does he?”

“He’s blinded by Elizabeth. He won’t even spare a glance at me,” You smiled through the pain. “I mean, who came blame him? She’s everyone’s dream girl.”

Meliodas nodded in understanding. He, too, was captured in Elizabeth’s beauty and grace.

“Anyways, what’s the favor?” You diverted the subject quickly. You didn’t want to talk to his brother about your romantic issues.

“Could you go to the market and get everything on this list? Some is for the tavern, some is for Escanor and Merlin, I believe. They didn’t want to go out, so I’m told,” Meliodas explained. You took the list from his hand, and scanned it over.

Gee, this would take the entire day to get everything.

“I’ll get it. I’ll be back later tonight!” You replied, grabbing some coins and setting off on your own adventure. This will clear your mind.

You enjoyed going to the towns that you visited and talking to the people there, learning about their lives and ways of living. You bought the food Meliodas requested and walked along the markets, a basket swinging at your side.

You entered a cafe and settled on an iced coffee. As you waited for the drink, you looked around the store. There were a few people there, a figure in the corner with a cloak, a couple with a newborn baby, a group of girls swooning over the barista. You looked at the empty tables, noticing the navy blue flowers as centerpieces on the tables. They’re the same color as Estarossa’s jacket.

Sighing, you took your drink from the counter and sat down, the basket resting on the table. You opened up Meliodas’ list and started crossing off the items you already bought. It was good for distracting yourself from your thoughts.

For some reason, you couldn’t stop thinking about Estarossa. His face, his laugh, the way he held himself...it was the way a man who had lost everything and was trying to achieve some sort of peace again.

You looked out the window and watched as all these people walked along the street, smiling under the bright sun. It was heartwarming to see all the happy humans gathered and enjoying life.

Estarossa couldn’t love you, he already had Elizabeth. She’s better than him anyways. She’s a Goddess, and you’re just a Druid when it comes down to it. She’ll have him, and you won’t. Face it, (Y/N).

Your mind continued to torment your heart the more you thought about him. You wished that you were good enough for him. But as long as he was happy, you should be, too. Right?

The inner conflict left you lost. You felt a tear run down your face, and left it stranded on your cheek.

A hand touched your shoulder. Jolting up, you looked up and met the eyes of Gilthunder. You smiled sadly, halfheartedly wiping the tear from your face.

“(Y/N)? Can I sit with you?” He asked.

“Of course, Gil.” You gestured towards the other seat around the table, and watched as he sat down, placing a hot latte on the surface. He exhaled and rubbed his forehead with his hand before looking at you, really looking at you.

“What happened? You look lost,” He said. Suddenly, you felt ridiculous. You were about to vent to Gilthunder, who was in a relationship with Margaret, who was Elizabeth’s sister. You should’ve refrained because it might’ve created a rift between him and his girlfriend or something, but you needed to get everything off your chest.

“I really, really, really, like Estarossa. I know, he killed Meliodas and he’s your idol and all, but I can’t help it. I’m always thinking about him and I see him in everything. I saw silver rocks on my way here and I was reminded of his hair. I heard a man’s laugh and thought it was him. I don’t know what to do, Gil! He doesn’t even notice me, and why would he?” You started, but got cut off by Gilthunder.

“What do you mean, he doesn’t notice you?” Gil questioned.

“Well, he would always stop by Merlin’s research lab and I was there, but he never acknowledged me there! He didn’t even look at me! Or even now, he’s so strung on Elizabeth! I know you’re in love with her sister, but I don’t have anyone else to talk to! Merlin is gone and Meliodas is clueless!”

Gil looks at your eyes intently, and then lets out a hearty laugh. The tips of your ears flushed pink, Why is he laughing?!

“(Y/N), you’re joking, right?” Gil chortled. You grabbed your drink and held it close to you, cradling it in defense.

“I’m dead serious!”

“Merlin and Estarossa barely know each other! He bribed her to act like they’re friends so that he could be in your presence!” Gil blurted out.

“How do you know that?” You questioned, a glimmer of hope shining in your eyes. What if he really does care for you, and actually notices you? You were over the moon with just that.

“I was drinking with Griamore and Escanor and Ban. Ban was asking about the fight Escanor had with Estarossa and he told all of us. He told us about the fight and about this one time Merlin came to him and just talked about everything. She told Escanor how he had given her some sort of rare Demon artifact or something in exchange for her acting like they were close friends. Escanor had asked why Estarossa wanted to act like friends, and Merlin figured out it was because she was the closest out of anyone to you. She noted that he also stayed at the Boar’s Hat often as a customer, and only when you were there.” Gilthunder explained to you. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Estarossa trying to become close to you.

“But then why would he not talk to me, if he wanted to be so close to me that he went through Merlin?” You thought out loud.

“I have no idea. I wish I knew.” Gil sighed, drinking his latte. You both sat in a comfortable silence while you pondered your thoughts.

“Hey Gil?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think he still loves Elizabeth? I-I always see them together and I know they had a past and all, but I thought she went to Meliodas? Do you know anything about that? Has Princess Margaret said anything about that?” You blurted out word vomit, essentially. You had to know what was really going on between Elizabeth and Estarossa, before you gained too much hope.

“I really don’t know. Margaret doesn’t try to get involved. I know Meliodas is in love with her from the bottom of heart, uh, hearts. I can’t speak for Estarossa. I don’t know much about him, but what I do know is that he has funny ways of showing affections. I’ve noticed that, at least,” Gil surmised. In that moment, he looked just like Zaratras. You smiled softly at the thought of Gil’s father, who helped raise you.

“I have to get going. Howzer’s probably looking for me now. I’ll meet you back at the Boar’s Hat tonight, right?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later, Gil.”

“Good. Oh, and (Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t let this weigh you down too much. You’ve got such a great life and shouldn’t worry about it too much.”

Gil’s words haunted you as you strolled around the town again, chatting with strangers and buying the things Merlin requested. As you paid for a set of lion eyes for her, your mind drifted towards Gil’s conversation with you.

Why would Estarossa want to spend time with you? Why would he bribe Merlin?

You thanked the merchant and continued on, crossing off the last thing from the list. Well then, I guess it’s time to return.

You didn’t want to return, though. You didn’t want to see Meliodas watching you with the pitiful look, or Estarossa drooling over Elizabeth, or Elizabeth acting all cool about everything. You wanted to run away, far away, and never return.

So maybe that’s why you took a detour in the woods and sat down in the moss in front of a lake. The sun was setting, allowing for the moon to shine soon. You watched as the light danced and waltzed along the ripples of the water created by the birds that touched that water. You tucked your knees under your chin and wrapped your arms around your legs, finally at peace. You pushed out all the thoughts you had from today and allowed yourself to be in tune with the nature surrounding you.

Eventually, it turned into nighttime. Hearing the crickets chirping and fireflies dancing around you made you want to stay in this place forever. The moss was so soft and inviting, and you didn’t have to worry about anything here.

“(Y/N), there you are!” You heard a deep voice break the sounds of nature, and your trance with it. You blinked and looked over your shoulder.

There he was. His jacket was fully opened, his broad chest put on display. He probably just got off of training or something. He’s not trying to impress me. Why would he, anyways? I’m nothing to him.

“You were looking for me?” You asked, head tilting to the side. He chuckled nervously, his hand going behind his head to scratch there.

“Uh, yeah. Meliodas had said you’d return by sundown, that you were going to town. You never came back, so I...I left to look for you,” Estarossa avoided looking at you. It was weird to see him nervous. He was always to confident and strong; seeing this new side made your heart wrench because he was Elizabeth’s.

“I didn’t realize you knew I was even gone,” You sighed, looking back up at the stars. He walked over to you and sat close to you, propping himself up on his elbows. You didn’t notice him watching your face, trying to memorize the details because he never got to be this close to you.

“Of course I did.”

“Really? Why would you even care if I left? You never talk to me or even acknowledge me, anyways,” You were sad again, painfully reminding yourself about how often he would ignore you for Elizabeth.

“What would I say? We’re not similar people by any standards. I figured you hated me and were keeping your distance, anyways, after killing Meliodas and fighting Escanor and your friends.” Estarossa admitted. You kept looking out at the water, trying to decipher his words.

“Yes, we’re different people, on all standards. You’re one of the Ten Commandments, and an Archangel. Me, I’m just some Druid who wandered too far away.” You stated, twiddling your thumbs in your hands. Estarossa suddenly felt a strong urge to take your hands in his, and he did. It took you by surprise, elicited a tiny gasp from the back of your throat, but you continued on. “But, I never hated you. I never disliked you, either. I couldn’t understand why you never acknowledged me, and what I had done wrong.”

His thumb smoothed over the back of your hand, and you both looked down at your interlocked hands.

“You never did anything wrong, (Y/N). It was always me who did wrong, and I always will. That’s the way I was created. I never do anything right.” Estarossa sighed, wallowing in his own self-pity. Your gazes locked as he claimed, “You’re perfect, and I knew I could never be even close to you.”

He thought you were perfect?!

“But what about Elizabeth? You’re hers.” You looked down at your intertwined hands.

For a minute, Estarossa was silent. You knew he was going to say something along the lines of ‘Haha, this was all a prank Elizabeth and I thought of. Gotcha!’

Instead, he pulled one of his hands away from yours and cupped your chin with his fingers. Delicately, he held your chin so that you had to look at him.

“I had asked her how to impress you. I wanted to ask Merlin, but after the fight with Escanor, Merlin didn’t want to help anymore than she already was. So, I had to ask Elizabeth. She told me how people enjoy close contact and hand holding. It’s been too long, I suppose, since I’ve done any of this. I didn’t want you to feel bad or anything for me.” He explained, looking at you for a response.

“That’s really sweet of you, Esta.” He beamed at the nickname you gave him. “So, you don’t have feelings for her anymore?”

“I haven’t for a long time. Besides, she’s happy with Meliodas. I can’t come in between that even if I did have feelings for her. I’ve liked you for a long time, (Y/N).” Estarossa admitted, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Really?” You thought it was almost too good to be true.

Estarossa didn’t answer you, instead responded by pressing his lips to yours. It was a sweet, chaste kiss that lasted for a little while. Still, it was enough to make both of you breathless and smiling at each other like idiots.

Merlin knew it was long past when you should have returned to the Boar’s Hat. She decided to find out where you were; after all, she was worried (but Merlin would never admit it).

She looked into a magical mirror to find you. A wave of relief washed over her when she saw you laying in the meadow by a lake. You were smiling ear to ear as you looked up from Estarossa’s chest to his face, and kissed him again. She heard the sweet nothing you both whispered, and was elated to eventually find you cuddling and sleeping with his arms around you, dreaming peacefully.

“Success!” Merlin cheered, off to find Escanor.

#estarossa #merlin #gilthunder #escanor #meliodas #imagine #request #nanatsu no taizai #nanatsu no taizai oneshot #Seven Deadly Sins #seven deadly sins oneshot #sds #nnt #mod ban

[groundramon]

Homph I finished tri and I wrote down my thoughts as I was watching because I had too many funny shitposts and nobody to share them with bc charlie hasn’t watched tri yet

PS i wont be reblogging tri spoilers (besides MINOR stuff like, digivolutions of already confirmed digivolution lines or non-spoilery shitposts, but I’ll try to tag shitposts as #tri spoilers anyways [digivolutions specific to tri ill tag as well but not ones that were already basically confirmed]) for a while so ur safe here!  I’m just gonna like everything/most things because then I can rb em to hisyaryumon lmao (also u should check out hisyaryumon....its me n charlie’s digimon blog)

EP 1:

- ok. alright. ok. good. they’re dealing with kari’s emotions now instead of just. nothing.  ok. alright. cool.  Still dont like how obscure/”artsy” they’re being with it, this is digimon not kagerou project, but ok.

- Also. I stand by tk and kari being one of the few good straight ships in digimon.  just saying.

- kari: this is my fault... me: god damn it shut up you little brat also me: god relatable ALSO me: ill take whatever display of emotions i can get

- I love how nobody believes tai is dead like.  They’re upset and worried but they’re also like “nah. he cant be. that fucking asshole just left us in our time of need” (actually only matt is the last one)

- Gabumon i would die for you also im crying and I think that’s the first time tri managed to make me fucking CRY

EP 2:

- I had thoughts but then the 02 kids happened and I entered another plane of reality.  I don’t feel real right now

- the only one I can remember is evil!gennai being a dumbass and being like “SUFFER AND SQUIRM YOU PATHETIC HUMANS AS YOU FIGHT OVER THE LAST SEAT” 1. humans are KNOWN for their ability to care for others you dumb obvious fuck and 2. is. is the entire tube going? because that tube can fit too people if they squish.  This isn’t a joke I’m serious it can.

- oh yeah also when i saw whomstever the fuck his name is (adult guy who i love but fuck names) and he was all bloodied i was like “its a cold day in hell when i see blood in digimon” (I think there was blood in an earlier ep but shh idc)

EP 3:

- didn’t nishijima start off as a fucking life coach to these kids.  What the fuck he was supposed to help them find a career not emotionally scar them by bloodily dying in front of one of them

- im realizing that the reason hackmon was always in his cloak, in the shadows, standing still is that they cannot animate him in any normal position for the life of him.  I drew him with better anatomy when i was 14 and didn’t have a tablet.  No seriously, look:

I didn’t say it wasn’t bad, you guys are just underestimating how bad the anatomy on this poor creature is.  Why cant ppl draw dracomon or hackmon correctly imma cry

- ordinemon has the best reaction faces

the best part about these two screenshots is that they literally cut one to the other, first the first one to the second one and then it cuts back to the first one.  They were really proud of these stupid ass expressions.

- I started overcoming my dissociation shock from the second episode and my hypercritical mind was analyzing the shit out of everything that happened (it is Not happy) but then evil!gennai called kari and evil goddess and idk if he’s exaggerating to make her feel bad or if she’s literally a fucking god of chaos and destruction and either way im like

she did kinda like.  Watch wizardmon die, watch tai die, watch gatomon get absorbed.  The dark ocean is just a metaphor for depression and honestly if 02 wasn’t all over the fucking place I think Kari would’ve had some pretty decent development in it.  Actually you know what, I’m using that as an angle to approach Tri at now, wish me luck bc i might actually give it more leeway now

EP 4:

- I’m not dissociating but I forgot to say anything again and I already forgot what happened

- Cant believe mei is fucking dead

EP 5:

- I like to imagine that Tai got there like a few minutes ago, but he was like “well damn guess yall figured it out without me.  alright ill just. see if I need to do anything” and then meicoomon was Still Bad so he waited for when she struck just to make the most badass entrance possible.  Fucking extra ass bitch

- I forgot to write anything again but uhhh I wasn’t satisfied so anyways lets just get into the Juicy Details

Originally I was actually planning to be kinder to Tri than I expected.  Was very invested during it.  ‘Round the end of the last ep I realized hmmm no this isn’t working out.  Where are the 02 kids.  You should’ve brought them in to save the day.  That would’ve been SO cool and SO fun.  Fucking cowards.

god I’m kinda tired so I’m going to address a couple things I still had problems with, note that this isn’t everything it’s just everything I felt comfortable yelling about without rewatching past eps.  Like I forgot nishijima was all bloodied and presumably died in the last part until they brought it up and I was like “????” ALSO DID THE LADY WHO WAS HIS PARTNER OR W/E KILL HERSELF WITH THE GUN SHE FOUND, I JUST REALIZED LITERALLY AS I WAS TYPING THIS THAT SHE FOUND A GUN AND THEN I THINK IT CUT TO BLACK AND I’M

DID SHE FUCKING KILL HERSELF WHAT THE FUCK

anyways my problems:

1. They did joe. really dirty.  I’ll write a more proper rant on this sometime later (mostly bc charlie is MUCH better at talking about joe than I am) but basically I can tell you that his character development in the movies squandered his OG character development.  He’s basically an entirely different person.  Like Tri joe isn’t bad, besides being largely neglected (yes he has a whole half a movie to himself, no that doesn’t make up for it all), its just...not OG joe.  He’s a fine character just not the same character, and its NOT fine when you put the two together.

2. THEY DID THE 02 KIDS EVEN DIRTIER IM SO BITTER sorry you nostalgia-blind, money-hungry fucks at bandai, but the 02 cast is PART OF THE ADVENTURES UNIVERSE.  The only people who hate 02 are ones who like the characters but hate the mess of the storyline at the end, or are completely irrational and elitist about their love of the digimon series and would greatly re-evaluate their opinions if they watched the original series and 02 back to back.  They couldn’t even show them in some kind of group montage at the end??? Standing in the background when they call Mei???  Why couldn’t they call mei from a home phone also, but that’s a less important problem idc that much.  It was a cute scene besides the lack of 02 characters.  Whatever.  AND THE PROBLEM IS LIKE kari and tk?  This entire time???  Were like “oh they disappeared. oops” instead of being frantically searching for their lost friends???  Like i get tk and kari probably have fucking ptsd and can’t express any emotions because they watched important people die in front of their eyes at an incredibly young age but also 1. they didn’t address the ramifications of ptsd, so fuck that theory/excuse and 2. THAT??? WOULD ONLY MAKE THEM LOOK HARDER??? and put on a brave face as they look, but inside they’re so scared and so worried.  Not just “oh sweet, they were found/saved, theyre in the hospital but that’s fine” like WHAT theyre fucking assholes if that’s what they’d canonically do lmao.  God I am SO bitter over the ENTIRE thing with the 02 kids, it would’ve been BETTER if they were deleted from the fucking canon entirely.  Would I have still been bitter?  Yes.  But at least I wouldn’t be madder at TK and Kari too.

3. I stand 100% by the notion that Digimon is not and will never be cut out to be an adults’ franchise.  It wasn’t designed for adults, and it can’t be skewered towards adults.  These particular characters were designed for kids to relate to and find entertaining.  They do not work when placed into an adult setting.  Like, can you imagine a character like Ed from FMA going to the Digimon world?  I guess in a way that’s just Marcus but like.  Just imagine the FMA cast in Digimon Adventure.  It doesn’t work.  Digimon Tri is basically that except real.  Also Data Squad was darker than Adventure so my joke doesn’t even work.

I guess my primary point is that Tri isn’t mature enough of a setup for an adult audience.  It puts a focus on being “complex” and “philosophical” instead of working within Digimon’s constraints and making something good and adult out of that.  Like!  Digimon is a fucking TOY COMMERCIAL.  Don’t give me messages about the futility of human life.  I want bad puns and emotional characters.  That’s what Digimon has ALWAYS been, and ideally always will be.  Tri could’ve made itself more mature by dealing with the ramifications of the Digital World’s events, how it affected the kids psychologically and dealing with healing old scars.  It would’ve been a more mature take on a story we loved and would use things we loved about the story already - the fact that it took so much time exploring characters’ emotions and was surprisingly mature for the time - to make itself better.  You need to take the aspects that drew adults to the show and amplify them, not just slap on a complex story and unfunny dialogue and be like “oh this is fine, right?”

It’s not that Digimon can’t exist as an adult property, its just that if it repeats what Tri did, it’s got no merit and in my eyes the franchise is dead.  If it survives I guess I’ll be happy that people can still enjoy it but I find it unsustainable and unsatisfying to fans of the older series.  Tri is just a fuckfest of highly specific nostalgia that tries too hard to appeal to old fans without capturing what made the original series so magical, and in part thats because the original series WASN’T FOR ADULTS.  I don’t know about the Digimon Story games, bc they’re T-rated so perhaps they’re a better take on an adult Digimon story than Tri?  But you either need to make your own characters and lore specifically for an adult-oriented Digimon season, or perish.  Also, please make it a series and not a group of movies.  Getting four eps every 6-9 months was hell.

I stand by saying Appmon is a more faithful Digimon season than Tri to Digimon’s original spirit.  I believe it holds more potential for success than Tri and better embodies the spirit of the older Digimon seasons.  It’s dumb, its corny, it has horrible puns, but I LOVE it because it also has a deep dark story and emotional moments.  If you dislike Tri and you agree with things I said that make it unlikeable, I highly recommend giving Appmon a chance - if you watch a few episodes and think “oh yeah, I guess this is decent” you’re going to like it.  It’s everything Digimon has always been and hopefully always will be, just with a different concept.  And hopefully the end of the series doesn’t leave a sour taste in my mouth and I have to redact this statement haha since I’m not done with it yet, but I’ve heard good things about it so I’m hoping not so.

Overall, if you watch Tri, don’t get your hopes up.  It resolves everything okay-ish but it’s a pretty forgettable anime on its own and simply doesn’t work as part of the Digimon franchise.

I am, however, pretty interested in what evil!gennai said at the end about Diaboromon and Daemon.  It raises interesting questions about the timeline too.  We know Daemon is in the dark ocean, so perhaps that’s a hint at a future project?  (They did confirm a future project btw, in conjunction with tri being over)  But what about Diaboromon?  I dont believe that Our War Game (I think thats what its called?) took place after Tri, based on the outfits and ages and stuff, but I also don’t remember the movies that well.  Could Diaboromon still be out there too?  It’s interesting.

However, because of the lackluster performance of Tri, I don’t have my hopes up and I really hope that this “next project” goes in a different direction.  Although I guess if they include the 02 kids, I’ll be somewhat less salty...

Side note, did they ever explain why the gennais went evil?  Like ?  That’s a pretty important thing.  The gennais helped SAVE the human world in 02.  And I get that apparently Tri is ignoring 02′s ending but still.  It’s shitty, because Gennai was still a good guy in the original too (and also they cant just keep is younger look and act like 02 never happened)  MAYBE its something I missed but I dont think so.  God there’s just.  So much wrong with Tri.  I’m very displeased and very bitter and I wanna get back to Appmon asap.

It’s got good moments, its got bad moments, I dont know, I don’t care.  There’s nothing wrong with you if you like it, there’s nothing wrong with you if you don’t, and there’s nothing wrong with you if you flip flop and are split like me.  I just wish Tri fulfilled its potential instead of becoming a boring mess.

#stormy speaks #digimon

[dothewrite]

so a scenario with akaashi, kyoutani (if you do him) and iwaizumi where its like a GANGAU kinda thing and their s/o becomes a target for their rival gang and they kidnap her nd once the guys find her and stuff afterwards they treat her wounds and cuddles everywhere and fluffiness (unless they dont find her??? o.0) up to you but extra points for fluffyness at the enddd

This ended up far too long to be put in one post only, so I hope you don’t mind me breaking this up into several posts for each character like I did with my mafia au. There… might not be as much fluff in this as I expected, but I’ll make it up to you with the upcoming ones, I promise. I hope you like it!

Kyoutani. Iwaizumi.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Akaashi  has never had to feel fear like this before, this thudding of his heart in his ears and it’s taking him so much energy to just breathe. He knows that everyone’s looking at him, hyperventilating like a junior on their first mission, but it’s their strategy meeting for the rescue and all he knows is that he can’t focus. He can’t think of anything else but the image of you tied up against the headboard of a bed in a filthy room surrounded by men who don’t know a thing about you.

He’s not deluded enough to think that his gang is any better, but that doesn’t matter. This isn’t a battle of morality- this is a battle to get you back where you belong, and bash those fuckers’ heads in against the concrete floor until they paint the walls crimson. If there’s anything that he’s ever been good at, it would be killing, and loving you.

It’s a tense thirty minutes, but he sits through it, muscles tied up against his bone, fixing him posture rigidly against the conference chair until their boss waves a hand and dismisses them. Akaashi ignores the firm look he’s shot by the boss, a warning to not go too far, but there’s no too far for him. He hasn’t listened to a single word, utterly uncharacteristically, but he knows that his goal is something entirely different. They want you back because it’s a slight on their reputation. He needs you back because there won’t be a night where he doesn’t grieve over you if anything happened.

Akaashi leaves them all behind. The calls and shouts fall on deaf ears- they should have expected as much anyway, picking the silent one to focus on and now they’re paying the price- and he barely registers that it’s drizzling outside in the dim late afternoon glow. The note in blood said six, but it’s four thirty now and already two hours too late for him. He’s still in his suit, fresh from the executive meeting this morning, but this isn’t going to stop him. He cuts a horrifically formidable form as he stalks through the dark alleyways, hidden from anyone else but the scum of society, practiced leather heels pacing silently against the slick stones.

When he arrives, the only thing that looks vaguely out of place on him is the slight dampness of his suit bottoms from the rain. It’s a terrible hideout, Akaashi eyes it critically, but he supposes that their motive wasn’t to hide. It was a temporary storage unit, a meat fridge for them to keep all their necessary bags of flesh ready for the ransoming.

If it’s meat they want to keep in there, it’s meat they’ll get.

None of that cloak and dagger shit, Akaashi steps right into the main foyer and jumps straight up. He launches himself from the banister and grabs hold of the dilapidating chandelier that once upon a time might have looked magnificent in a grand entrance. With an easy lunge, Akaashi swings himself onto the second floor without so much as a whisper of sound. He knows exactly where you are, thanks to the letter that they had sent the group just a few hours ago, and it’s nothing too difficult to find. They were expecting him, if they had any brains at all, and hopefully with a lot of cash in tow after checking out the place. Akaashi comes with his hands full indeed, calves, hips, side pockets all lined with a legendary array of weaponry and ammo, and he hopes that this is enough of a payment that they return you in one piece. He’s not calling it hopeful, he’s calling it a necessity, because if he finds anything more than a scrape on you, they’re not going to be dying anytime soon.

The hallway is lit dimly, age-old candle holders glowing from the shadows, and he has to hold in a scoff. Like some kind of demented welcome mat, it draws him further in until all the lights end at an unlocked door. Akaashi pushes it open with a harsh tap of his toe, opening towards him and he takes the smallest breath before he walks into view.

Perhaps they’re not as smart as he might have imagined, but he firmly ignores your agonizing presence in the back of the room and lets his muscles spring him into the action he was born into. The suffocating, enclosed room folds even further into itself when everyone scatters, scrambling to get away from the madman in the middle, but there isn’t a second where Akaashi doesn’t follow the movements of every single breathing organism inside that god-forsaken place. He cycles through the first clip of ammo in his dual handguns, aiming swiftly and sharply at the foreheads of the first ring of men around you. It’s a hail of wrath and steel, and he keeps in the back of his mind how many more are to go. He counts thirty people in total crammed into this small shithole, and that’s eight down. Snapping his wrists back, he let’s the magazine fall out of his guns and slams new ones in. Nine more down. The weight of his ammo is growing lighter, and Akaashi flips open the magnetic clip to re-holster the gun in his right hand to his waist. He pulls out the uzi strapped to his back, and starts to let it rain, the handgun firmly grasped in his left hand, picking out the people the uzi misses with single-shot accuracy. The room is no longer dim, flashing like lightning in a summer storm, the firepower of the automatic sparkles in a semicircle following his delicate footwork dodging the poor aim of his opponents. It doesn’t take much to take them down- with them so tightly packed, he doesn’t even have to aim for his bullets to hit at least one person. Perhaps they had been expecting him to bring a knife, or maybe something long and fancy, and planned on overwhelming him with numbers once he showed himself to be sufficiently under prepared, but Akaashi wasn’t stupid, and this isn’t his first rescue mission. This was the only one he cared about, however, which prompted him to bring the extra firepower in the first place.

The room rings silent, the thud of the last three bodies hitting the floor along with the soft tinkle of their corresponding bullet shells, announcing their finality with an almost melodic chime. Akaashi drags in the deep breath that he’d forgotten to inhale two minutes ago and stands absolutely still, letting the rush of adrenaline course away with the leftover oxygen back into his head. There isn’t a single sound made, and the longer he stays silent, the longer you also keep your lips closely pressed together.

The thing is, you had seen Akaashi Keiji, your fiance, doing his job before. Far from being an innocent, the two of you had actually met just after him shooting someone in the back in front of you, saving your hide and also scarring you for the next few days, but, you’d accepted it. You’d learned about it, and you know that it’s as much a part of him as he is in your life, but this, this is something completely different.

This isn’t just murder, this is bloodshed, and Akaashi stands right in the center of it, stoic and as unmoving as the glacier in his eyes. His suit isn’t pristine anymore, several shreds hanging off it to his left, and the sleeves dampening with grazes higher up his arm, and his shoes, they shine a dark crimson, glazing the soft italian leather like stained glass. There’s scarlet dripping from a cut on his upper lip, trickling down the corner of his mouth and pooling temptingly at his chin, plump and ready for it to fall, fall to the ground. The only thing that’s still pale is his pallor, and the undeniable sharpness of his collarbone, exposed from a ripped open collar, and it feels like a blade against your own throat, holding your breath in with a gentle graze of an edge. He’s looking right at you now, into you, those navy eyes glowing with simmering rage despite the fact that there’s only the two of you in here, and you struggle, fight, revolt against those ropes holding you back from him. Even though he looks every inch a monster, he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, and in that inscrutable curl of his fringe against arched eyebrows, you know that there are only echoes of the same thoughts in his mind.

In a single movement, he falls into you, collapsing on your wounds with almost frightening desperation, and even though his expression discloses nothing more than his usual solemnity, the fingers that press against you, flitting over every cut, every split of fabric-

“Keiji,” you whisper against his hair, almost pressed into your face with fervour, “I’m alright. It’s okay.”

“You’re alright,” he repeats almost in a trance, his head finally rising up to your eye level. His navy burns into yours, and you can see the colour in his face begin to drain back in second by second. “You’re alright.”

You nod, slowly, not wanting to spook him with any sudden actions. “They were just waiting for you. They weren’t going to do anything to me unless you were very late.”

Akaashi doesn’t respond, his mind struggling to wrap around the sudden anger that cracks through him like tectonic plates, but he reaches out to cradle your head in his hands. They’re still incredibly still and nimble, you notice, and none of his anxiousness has bled into body like any average person would.

“You’re coming with me,” he breathes harshly, “you’re not going to leave my apartment for at least a week.”

“My, that’s bold,” you grin, and he shoots you a withering look.

“For security reasons.”

“Obviously.”

“Obviously,” he mocks, and it makes you grin a little wider because this Akaashi you rarely get to see- one whose humour starts fraying at the edges when he’s shattered from a tiring day. “Please take things seriously. You were just kidnapped for ransom by a dangerous group of men.”

“And my boyfriend killed them all within ten minutes,” you retort, “if anyone’s dangerous it’s you.”

“I am dangerous.”

“Only when it comes to jokes,” you tease. It seems to be the last straw for him because Akaashi lets out a loud huff and tosses you over his shoulder, chair and all. You yelp in surprise, suddenly much higher off the floor than you’d like, but he doesn’t even pause as he heads towards the door.

He’s not looking at you now, no longer poring through your soul like leaves in a book, and for the first time that day, you let yourself crumble into his palm resting heavily against your lower back. Burying your face against his shoulder blade in determined silence, you let the ragged, exhausted breaths tear past your throat and Akaashi tightens his grip on you, a wordless promise, wrapping around you, that he’ll never let you be broken like this again.

#akaashi keiji #female original character #gang au #sfw #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #i writes the haikyuu

[ghostsnbees]

HELLO here’s the short story I worked on for a couple of hours for a school contest,,,,,,,,,,,,,, its called “And Time Stopped When I Saw You”

tw for hints of self-harm (though theres nothing explicit and it just seems like thats whats being implied) and bleeding ;;

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Another minute passes by.

Tick. Tock. Tick. To-

“Okay, fine, you win.”

I pressed the ball-point pen a bit too hard, leaving a visible red mark on my forearm. The badly scribbled sentence on my arm was barely legible- nobody I knew understood it. Except for one particular person.

All of a sudden, as if like magic- blue ink strokes were swirling on my arm. If it really was “magic”, it didn’t feel that way anymore. This was normal for me. This was normal for us. The once unrecognisable strokes became clearer and clearer, until it formed..

“☺”

“..Rude.”

The culprit of the blue and neatly drawn smiley face was Karamveer- or K for short. He was to me what most would call… a soulmate, perhaps. We were bound together by fate or whatever- and though most people had what we called “The Red String of Fate”, or the “Grayscale view” that connected two soulmates, K and I were tied differently. Different in a way that whenever he drew on himself, the marks would appear on me, too, and vice versa. We used this to communicate with one another- because for some odd reason, he doesn’t want to tell me where he is, or if there’s any other way i could communicate with him. So we were stuck like this- drawing dumb marks on our limbs in a somewhat desperate attempt to talk with one another.

“See? Even you admit it. I’m just that irresistible.”

“Yuck, shut up.”

“;))”

I let out a small chuckle. This boy is gonna kill me someday— if he hasn’t already.

“wait brb gonna do smth. don't die while I'm gone lol”

My eyes blink over towards the clock rested beside my bed— it was 2am. I had school.

“on the subject of death, i’ll be signing off for tonight. its like. 2am here. Night K.”

I wince at how hard I pressed on my forearm again, and at how bad my handwriting was. I hope he could still understand.

“Gnight Ani <3”

I feel something flutter in my chest seeing the little heart scribbled beside the stupid little nickname he gave me. After staring at the blue symbol on my arm for what felt like a while, I brush the feeling off and head to bed.

—

“Animosah Agbon?”

My eyes tear open upon hearing my name. I was dozing off in class again.

“What’s the answer for number 11?”

I blink at the chalkboard and reposition my big reading glasses. “Uhhhhh….” The whole class is staring at me, a few of my classmates snickering and talking between themselves. I frown.

“Sixteen…four… no, in the equation 2y+16=6y-4, y is equal to 5.”

My classmates whoop and cheer while my teacher subtly smiles to herself. I slink back into my chair shyly and take my favorite retractable black pen out of my pencil case, rolling up my long sleeve to see if he’s written anything.

“please save me. i don’t like it in school anymore.”

Not a few seconds later, a reply is scribbled on my palm. “Ohhh, i hear ya. The only thing that kept me sane was the actually decent food they had there. Other than that, school is quite literally a juvenile prison.”

“,,,,why are you talking in past tense????”

“its for me to know and for you to find out :))”

“I hate you”

“ I love you too <3”

I try and hold back a small smile, but it peeps out anyway. I look around to see if anyone else has noticed. They’re all pre-occupied with something- Alvis with her string of fate, Callum asking his friend Xavier what color the chalk on the board was, Elenoir re-checking the ink of his token pen. Before I can fully fall asleep, the school bell chimes and everyone is rushing to their next class.

—

I plop onto my bed and read the conversations we shared throughout the day. He kept me awake through the majority of my subjects but stopped replying by the time I was writing on my ankles. I wasn’t sure what his timezone was, but I do admit- it would look pretty weird if he was scribbling with a colored gel-pen on his leg in public. Not even in public- just in general.

“I dont know if your still awake but good night”

“**you’re”

I groan and scrawl a small ‘e’ beside the misspelled word.

“goodnig”

The next few letters don’t come, and the text smudges itself. I subconsciously frown. What was he doing? I feel my stomach turn in knots in worry and I choke on my spit. Head screaming for relief, I shut my eyes tight and force my probably malfunctioning body to fall asleep.

—

When I open my eyes the next morning, the sun’s rays immediately burn and blur my sight, causing me to roll out of bed with a unceremonious thump! After lying on the floor for what seemed like 5 minutes, I check my arm to see if K wrote anything new.

..Nothing.

Before panic settles in, I lift the hem of my pajamas to check if the ones he wrote on my right leg were still there.

..All of his marks were gone.

Perhaps he just took a bath?

That’s.. impossible. He never washes the ink thoroughly enough for it to disappear.

..Is he okay?

“Are you okay?”

—

5 hours later and he still hasn’t replied.

At this point I’m awkwardly sprawled on my bed, occasionally lifting my arm to see if he’s said anything.

Where did he go?

—

2 weeks and still nothing.

I’ve been doing worse in school. My parents are getting uneasy, my teachers are concerned.

I wish I could talk to him again.

—

One month.

One month and my limbs are clean, aside from the numerous writings I’ve left asking where he was.

I haven’t slept well since the day he stopped replying. Am I too clingy? Am I too concerned? Should I stop trying?

..Maybe I am. Maybe I should. But no, I won’t.

I guess I just.. really, really miss him.

—

“Class dismissed!”

I stand up quickly and fumble for my bag and everyone rushes out of the room.

“..Animosah, can you stay for a bit?”

I grimace at my teacher, and she responds by softening her worried smile. I approach her slowly without maintaining eye contact with her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I really don’t want to.”

She must’ve noticed me rubbing my forearm because her face grows with concern.

“Animosah, what’s on your arm..?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Animosah. Show me.”

“Ma’am, please-“

“Ani.”

I almost gag at the nickname she called me.

Hesitantly, I shakily roll up my sleeve and lift up my right arm. It was nearly fully covered with ink marks- desperate pleas begging to know where my soulmate was. Tears start to roll down my cheeks as I quickly withdraw my arm and bend over to stifle my cries. My teacher quickly leaps to her feet and kneels to reach my eye level. She cups my face in her hands and pulls me into a hug.

“..Everything will be alright soon, dear. He will come back to you soon. I promise.”

And I hoped she was right.

—

My eyes feel a little dry after crying.

The town was a bustling, lively place of no sleep. The people there were a smiling and happy bunch- nearly everyone knew each other, and nearly everyone was friends. Though the townspeople greeted me with countless ‘good morning!’s and ‘hello!’s, I wasn't in the mood to even wave back. I felt like a sulking rat in a sea of adorable rabbits.

I hated it.

The roads were already familiar to me, so I walk in an almost rhythmic pattern to try to lighten my mood. Street Maya, Street Kassel, Street Avida, Street Ramas, Street Ettiel, Street Maya, Street Kassel, Str-

Wait.

I glance at the street sign. I’m at Street Avida.

..What.

Suddenly the air feels tight in my throat. I gasp ang gag, silently crying for air. I’m kneeling on the sidewalk when I see someone walking towards me. HELP! HELP! I try to scream, but I just cough harder.

The person walks past me without any sign of acknowledgement.

No, wait-!

In an instant, I’m dragged by the collar into an alleyway I didn’t even notice was there. When I’m pushed against the wall, I feel the air get knocked out of my lungs and I’m left hacking and coughing on the floor. The stranger who dragged me looms over me in a somewhat curious manner, examining my features slowly. They brush the hair off my face and I get a clear look at them- Their face is shrouded by a black hood, but with what little light peaking through they appeared to be young. The hood extended into a cloak reaching until their feet. The only eye-catching thing about them was a carefully-crafted pocket watch dangling off their hand.

“Who.. Who are you?”

“That’s not important, dear.”

Their voice rung in my head like an alarm clock- except it was less annoying. They spoke in an echo-y mixture of voices- my mom’s, my dad’s, my teachers’, my friends’, and so many other people. It felt calming in so many ways, but it also raised a dozen more questions.

“What’s important to you is what I have to offer.”

“What? Offer? I’m really sorry but I’m not interested in another car de-“

Even if I couldn’t see their face, I could tell they were glaring.

“Sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, love.” They look at my arm. “..You miss your soulmate, yes?”

I painfully look away and nod lightly.

“I see. I was like you once. I had a left wing of white feathers and my soulmate had the right of black. We flew together in the skies, hands intertwined. One day, however, he stopped wanting to fly with me. He never told me why, but all answers came to me once all my feathers fell out. I suppose we both flew too close to the sun.”

I gulp and mouth a subtle “I’m sorry”.

“..I’m sorry too, dear. I’m afraid I might've gone on a little tangent there. See, that might’ve happened to me, but that doesn’t have to happen to you, too.”

I look up at them. “What do you mean?”

“Fate has given you a chance, sunshine. As a sorceress of time, they’ve instructed me to give you a choice.”

“Time will stop in this world and shall only go on for you both. You have all the time in the world to look for him. And when you two meet eyes, the cycle of the earth shall continue. But you must hurry. Best of luck to you, love.”

“Hurry? Why? Is something wrong?”

..They’re gone.

—

When I wake up the next morning, everything is in black and white.

I check my alarm clock and it’s frozen at 6:12 am.

..That wasn’t a dream?

..That was real. Which means-

I jump out of bed, throw on a long sleeve blouse and pants and bolt towards the door. I almost trip on the stairs and when I fling the front door open, I tumble on a package that nearly sends me flying. I regain my composure and open the package. In it was a necklace with a red gem etched with mysterious writings and a note. The note said:

“This necklace will be able to transport you to whichever place you wish to be and light up whenever he may be near. Just say the word and you shall be there. Good luck, my dear. May the stars be forever in your favor. -SHUVHISKRGH”

I didn’t feel like decoding their name anymore. All I knew was one thing- I had to look for him.

I bring the necklace to my lips and whisper..

“Bring me… Bring me to my heart.”

The gem glows, and the mysterious writings ring in my ears in a unknown language. I shut my eyes tight as I’m enveloped by the red light and..

I fall to the ground and I groan.

I quickly get up and stumble a bit. Where was I? I was somewhere unfamiliar and new, that was for sure. I shuffle on tiled grounds. The place was filled with people that didn’t look all that friendly. The buildings surrounding me stood proud and tall like skyscrapers- and it was driving me crazy. I try to remain calm and examine my surroundings.

The necklace I held tight in my hand glowed faintly.

He’s here.

I dash from street to street, checking if the necklace would glow any brighter. And when it was as bright as a fire in my hand, I look up and see a figure looking down from a window.

The shadow places its hand on the glass, and glances at me. Suddenly my chest feels like its being tugged towards it, causing me to stumble. I hit the ground and before I can get up, something taps my shoulder

“Are you alright, miss?”

“Yes, I-“

..Wait, what?

The stranger has his arm stretched out, so I take it and heave myself up.

“..Thank you, sir.” I say as the man begins to walk away.

Time’s moving. That means-

I shoot my head up and see the figure by the window. It looked clearer now- it appeared to be a young boy my age in a hospital gown. He writes something on his left arm, lifts his right, smiles, and I realize who he was.

I run towards the building as quick as I can. My chest is pounding and I’m running out of breath but I don’t care. Before I reach the entrance, pain shoots up my left arm and I fall over. Blood was seeping through my sleeve and I cry out for help. With the little strength still left in my body, I roll up the cloth and see something etched into my inner forearm in very familiar neat cursive writing. When the realisation hits me, I start to cry even harder.

“i love you.”

..Always and forever.

#over-write #UGHHHHH IM SLEEPY GOOD NIGHT #oof #anyway u can.. give ur opinions on this id love to hear it #this is the first time ive written something original and kinda long so please bear with me hh