#anyway i hope you enjoyed this on some level? i feel conflicted about it

[nordax]

i wanna preface this by saying that this was supposed to be a silly little fun thing and then it took me like a month to write, and i’m not entirely sure how i feel about the end result but here it is. thank you and i am so sorry. 

tagging @sucharide and @moonlight-serenades no one else perceive this

attic ghoul x reader is finally done! warnings for smut and biting, dubious consent. blood is mentioned. word count: 3316.

When you were little, your mother told you there were monsters living in the woods on the edge of town, and that they came out at night and would catch little children with their monstrous claws and eat them, that you would fit into their mouth whole and rows upon rows of sharp teeth were waiting for you. You believed her, of course, and to this day, some twenty odd years later, are still scared of the dark, and the woods, and this particular forest in the dark. You know now that it was a story your mother made up, you were too adventurous and curious as a child, and she didn’t want you to wander off alone, especially after dark.

It's just largely inconvenient how deep that fear is rooted in you, with how the forest on the edge of town is your favourite place in town – right after the bookstore, of course. The forest is old, and beautiful, left to its natural state and the only sign of humans meddling in it is a path through it, across the small creek and over the old birch tree that has been uprooted in a storm a lifetime ago, twisting and turning to adjust to the nature around it. It’s a peaceful place. There’s rabbits and squirrels and all sorts of birds living there, but the moment the sun sets and it gets dark, each animal sounds like a horrible beast coming to eat you alive.

You realize that once again, you’ve gotten carried away with your book when you have to squint to be able to read in the darkness. Your heart sinks as you look around, despite knowing this place like the back of your hand. The setting darkness is accompanied by a strong, cold wind that has you shivering. It’s a good half an hour walk back home, and even as you remind yourself that every woodland creature is more scared of you than you are of them, your heart beats faster and faster and louder and every inch of your body is screaming you need to leave.

The fear settles deep in your belly, and you take a deep breath before beginning the long walk back home. It’s a shaky breath on the way in, and it feels like there isn’t enough space in your lungs for all the air, like you’re being crushed. There is small comfort and relief in the way you skip on the three rocks across the water, careful not to slip – you’ve gone home with wet shoes one too many times – but it’s a sign that you’re a third of the way there. A branch breaks somewhere behind you, too close, and the trees rustle on your right, and your heart stops for a moment. It’s a fast movement, circling you, a blur of something in front of you and then on your left, and you imagine that this is what a deer feels, right before it’s eaten by a pack of wolves.

You start running, book clutched tightly in one hand, heart in your throat. You can’t breathe with how the fear is squeezing the life out of you, and it’s so dark, when did it get so dark? You hop over the roots sticking up from the ground, and much to your horror, your foot snags on the last arch. You know this forest better than your own house, you’ve counted every step from your front door to the little sacred spot you like to read in, you know where to step when you’re crossing these roots, you could walk home blindfolded and backwards and you wouldn’t trip.

And your foot snags on the roots, and you’re falling, falling forwards and you stick your hands out to catch yourself and your book thumps to the ground, but you don’t. Someone, something grabs you. Strong, big hands hold you by your arms, guiding you upright and your eyes are squeezed shut, tight, waiting for your inevitable demise.

It never comes.

You feel hands leaving you, lingering as they pull away and the forest around you is silent. Abnormally so. All you can hear is your heart racing, the sound of it ringing in your ears. When you finally open your eyes, you’re met by what you recognize as the monster your mother warned you about. It’s tall, so tall and you’re eye level with its chest. There’s broad shoulders and arms, with long claws at its hands and as your eyes wander up, there’s a wide grin and black eyes staring right at you. The smile widens even more, revealing sharp teeth and you shiver.

You should run, you think, but there’s a disconnect somewhere between your brains and your legs and nothing happens at all. You stare, frozen in your spot like a deer in headlights, as the monster steps closer and reaches for you, caressing your cheek with its clawed fingers. The touch is gentle, and you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Where are you running to, little rabbit?”

The monster’s voice is low, and scratchy like he hasn’t used it in a long time. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip and there’s an inexplicable urge to part your lips for him, to suck his finger into your mouth. Your whole body trembles with the thought, like it’s trying to shake it off, and the monster breaks into a smile again, like he can tell what you’re thinking. As it steps closer to you, you step back, and you stumble backwards until your back hits a tree. You want to duck behind it, to hide or to run but your legs refuse to cooperate. The monster leans in closer, clawed hand on your throat and you whimper, an embarrassing high sound and the way he laughs, light-hearted and the way his fangs seem to glint in the low light of the moon has you squeezing your thighs together. There’s an unmistakable heat pooling deep in your belly, allowing your fear.

You’re hypnotized by his eyes, fully black and twinkling like a starry night, and somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice is telling you to fight, to run, to save yourself, but all that makes it to the surface is a dizzying wave of arousal as the hand on your throat tightens. Your eyes roll back in your head and your knees feel weak, and the only thing to steady yourself on is the monster in front of you, holding you by the throat. You grab his arm with both your hands and it sends electricity through your body, leaving a tingling feeling on your fingers, like how it felt to scoop static off the screen of an old tv screen. You could drown in the feeling of it, the pure power emanating from the monster and how intoxicating it is.

“I’ll give you a head start”, the monster whispers, “and if I catch you again, I won’t let you go.”

With that, he lets go and takes a step back. Your hands fall from his arm and it takes an eternity for it to register in your mind, that you’re supposed to run. The monster patiently waits, tilting his head as it observes you.

“Wha- How long of a head start?” you hear yourself asking, like you’re playing with a friend. Like you want him to chase you. You take careful steps backwards, slowly and the monster smiles. There’s something sinister to it, and you don’t stay around to find out the answer to your question. And you run. As fast as your legs will carry you, along the familiar path home and even as your heart races and fear bubbles up, the thrill of it, the knowledge that he’s hunting you, is arousing. Agonizing and terrifying and so, so arousing.

The forest is silent around you, like every other creature was smart enough to leave and all that’s left is the monster and you. Your foot slips on a rock and you lose your balance, muttering silent apologies to the piece of moss you ripped off as you stumble forwards. You keep moving, slower now and more careful but the forest around you is pitch black and as you jump over another fallen tree, you lose sight of the path you were following and find yourself in a clearing. It seems like everywhere you look, the trees and the bushes are woven tightly together, shutting you out. Or in. You can’t leave. It doesn’t matter how fast you run, you won’t get away.

You hide behind a bush and hold your breath. Your heart is beating so hard you’re sure it will give you away. Even with your eyes squeezed shut, you feel the monster approaching you. There’s a chill in the air, and it makes you shiver. You clasp a hand over your mouth.

“I can smell you, little rabbit.”

The monster’s voice has you trembling for completely the wrong reasons.

“You can’t hide from me.”

It turns into a growl, and you can’t stop the whimper escaping from your lips. There’s a low laugh and then he’s in front of you again, teeth flashing as he smiles and there’s something to it, with the way your stomach swoops at the sight. You stumble backwards but before you can take half a step, the monster grabs you by the arm, tight, and pulls you to him, flush against him. Your heart is hammering in your chest and the warmth of the monster’s body against yours does nothing to calm you down. He backs you up against a tree, wide enough for you to comfortably lean against, and parts your legs with one of his. His thigh presses against you, and you can’t help it, your body is working without your brain as you grind down on his leg, face hot and flushed. His thigh is thick and strong, and you bite your lip to not moan out loud.

You should have known better, you think, the thought somewhere far in the back of your mind, shrouded in a heavy fog. You should have known this would end badly. But it’s hard to think when there’s claws crawling up your neck, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging on it. You shiver with it, hissing as he pulls a little harder. You let him pull your head to the side, exposing your neck. As if it matters what you let him do or don’t, he looks like he could snap you in half if he wanted to, or tear you apart with those sharp, big teeth.

His breath is hot on your neck as he leans down, and his tongue makes your knees buckle as it dances on your skin. His teeth graze the skin, teasing, and he’s pressing his thigh up into you, letting you rut against it like the pathetic little thing you are.

“Please”, you whisper, and you can’t believe the desperation in your voice, the deep, burning lust in your belly. There’s a pause and then a hot white flash of pain as teeth sink into your skin, your neck where it meets your shoulder. Warm blood pools to the surface and it tickles as it runs down your chest and you shudder when the monster licks it up. His tongue is forked, and a little rough on your skin, like fine sandpaper and it makes the fear and arousal in your belly coil and burn.

You grab at him, torn between pushing him off with how it stings as he licks at the wound on your neck and pulling him closer when he growls and sucks on your neck and your soul leaves your body. When he finally pulls away, your blood is smeared over his lips and chin and there’s an embarrassingly wet patch on his leg. You try not to whine at the loss of his warmth, of his thigh on your aching cunt. There’s a hunger in the monster’s eyes, and you want him to devour you.

He grabs your chin, claws threatening to break your skin, and leans in and his lips are soft and warm on yours, and you break so easily under him, parting your lips for him and letting his tongue in your mouth. He kisses you like he’s starved, desperate and needy.

“You are mine”, he growls in your ear, and you’re so weak, you cling to him, “you are my offering to Him.”

Something about his tone, his words sends shivers down your spine and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and you’re filled with dread. The monster flexes his claws, and you’re awakened from your trance, suddenly very aware of the multitude of ways this monster could kill you. You want to beg for your life, for him to stop and to let you go, and you won’t tell anyone, really, if he’ll just let you go, you won’t say anything. But nothing comes out, and you close your eyes. With a quick swipe of his hand, your skirt is cut open and pools at your feet.

You open your eyes, and the monster gives you a smile as he kneels in front of you, gripping your hips tightly and it’s so much, the fear and the arousal and then he’s ripping off your underwear and his tongue is hot on you, the forked tip ghosting over your clit and your eyes roll back in your head. It’s so close, and not enough, just the lightest touch and you’re trembling. His tongue slips inside you and you grab a handful of his hair, to steady yourself and it earns you a low growl, almost like a purr and if your knees weren’t weak before, they are now.

His grip on you is tight, his claws digging into your ass and threatening to break your skin, and you want him to do that, you want to let him ruin you completely. His tongue is flat on you as he licks up in slow, soft movements before returning his attention to your clit, circling it and then sucking on it, sending electricity through your whole body. You pull on his hair, pulling him closer to you, and you can’t help it, you can’t help yourself when his tongue is inside you and he’s holding you so tightly, you’re begging for more, desperate for him.

“So greedy, aren’t you?” the monster says, and you want to deny it, but you can’t get a word out so you just shake your head and the monster laughs. He stands up, grabbing your hand and guiding it between your legs and you blush as you realize what he wants. You slip a finger inside, and then another, closing your eyes to avoid the monster’s hungry gaze. You can still feel the intensity of it, and his tongue on your neck where he bit you, and something hard pressing against you when he leans in, licking and nibbling at your neck, along your jaw and over to your ear.

He's breathing harder, and you whimper as he grinds against you, his erection pressing against your belly, and you want him. You want him inside you, you want him to take you and ruin you, and you tell him this, in between gasps and moans as you finger yourself for him. He grabs you by your throat and pushes you hard against the tree, snarling and baring his teeth, and it’s embarrassing how it makes you throb and ache for him, how his growling makes your knees weak.

It's a blur of movement and he has you up against the tree, your legs completely off the ground and his hands on your ass, holding you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, his naked waist, and you wonder where, and how, his clothes went but then the tip of his cock teases your entrance and slowly pushes in and your mind goes blank. You let your head fall back, mouth hanging open as you try to get adjusted to the stretch of him inside you, so hard and so big and so, so deep. You run your hands across his chest, covered in light hair, and over his shoulders and his arms, everywhere you can, enamoured with the strength of him. You cradle his face in your hands, and he’s beautiful, but something about him, about the way he looks at you like he sees past the meat and right into your soul, is unsettling.

The way he smiles at you, fangs peeking, before kissing you is unsettling for other reasons, and his tongue in your mouth paired with how he slowly pulls out almost entirely before thrusting inside you again makes your heart stop. He holds you tight against the tree, and something sharp is digging into your back but it doesn’t matter when he’s filling you with his cock, and every little moan and whimper from your lips is riling him up. He leans down to lick and suck at the bite on your neck, and it stings and you feel blood pooling to the surface again but it feels so good, he feels so good, and you would let him suck you dry if he asked, you would give him anything and everything he wanted.

The monster licks at your neck, and you clench around him. It coaxes a low moan out of him. You try to roll your hips, as much as he will let you with how he has boxed in against the tree, and he groans, hips stuttering as he bottoms out. He leans his forehead on yours, and your blood is smeared on his lips. You reach up to lick it, and the taste of it is metallic and he parts his lips for you so willingly, you want this moment to last forever.

The monster pulls away from the kiss, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth and leaving it bleeding. He starts thrusting into you again, claws digging into your skin as he finds a rhythm, an unrelenting pace as he slams you against the tree. The bark of it is digging into your skin, scratching you but it’s an afterthought, somewhere very far in the back of your mind. What is on your mind is the cock inside you, so thick and long, and the mouth on your neck. He fucks you hard and fast, almost desperate as he sinks his teeth into your neck again, holding you so tightly you’re worried he’s going to crush you.

Tears sting your eyes and roll down your cheeks, and you feel a little lightheaded, and cold, and the blood slowly dripping down your chest feels too warm, almost burning. It’s an overwhelming sensation of pleasure as the monster kisses you, tongue darting into your mouth and his hips slam against you, relentless, and you clench around him. He’s whispering something, words slurring together, his lips brushing against yours and you swallow his words, stifling your moan into his mouth. You sob as he grabs you by your waist, claws breaking your skin and you feel him cumming inside you, followed soon with your own climax and it’s so much, it’s too much and you slouch against the monster, wrapping your arms around him.

When he steps back, and you slide down the tree, your legs don’t hold you up and your arms feel too heavy to grab at him. Before you can hit the ground, he scoops you up into his arms, holding you to his chest with one arm behind your back and the other under your legs. Your neck stings, and there’s a dizzying amount of blood drying on your chest, and you wonder if you’ll die tonight after all.

#writing adventures #i have more thoughts on this topic but they're all unhinged and feral #as if this isn't #anyway i hope you enjoyed this on some level? i feel conflicted about it

[eeeeuuughggg]

How do u feel abt Larry headcanons? I loved your sal hcs

larry johnson hcs

note: ok,, i'm so happy i'm starting to get asks ‼️

it's no secret that's he's a massive stoner. he smells kind of similar to sal except the weed smell is a LOT more potent and he probably uses axe body spray...

his first bong was probably a gatey. mainly uses blunts for when he's have a long smoke sesh - cus after all, they do take longer to burn and taste better cus they're a mix.

most dates r typically smoke sessions or he'd definitely take you to an abandoned place to tag your names or initials.

omg omg ok when he's high he DEFINITELY goes and raids the nearest 7/11. he always wants donuts and he will ravage that shit like it's the last donut on earth and he's fighting to have it😭

we all know he's a bit lanky, but he wins pretty much every fight he's in. he's kind of feral. he throws a mean ass punch bro

he has a loud ass stereo in his room and BLASTS music w it. like room shaking, ears ringing, eyes vibrating typa blasting...

he gets suspended sm. like, suspended so much it's a miracle that he hasn't been failed a year level due to his attendance.

none of the teachers really care too much about his smoking, they don't get paid enough to give a shit anyways.

i'm kind of conflicted trying to decide between whether he's an ass or tits man. regardless of gender, he loves all parts of ya regardless tbh.

oh my god, he totally watches midnight gospel when he's high. he's like "yeaaa man,, this shits deeeep"

he fucking loves piercings. no doubt. has an eyebrow piercing and a tongue piercing. was so sad when he found out he couldn't smoke for a bit until his tongue piercing healed. (he did it anyway and just used the antiseptic spray after his sessions)

he watches band documentaries like they're the most sacred thing on earth. has a whole youtube playlist for them with literally every band he likes. he's not a big fan on documentaries, obviously, but music ones are just different.

goes to kmart and prints out the worst pictures of his friends to glue into his locker and not so subtly point them out to his friends.

he collects cool looking lighters. mainly bic but he has a few zippo ones. he thinks the funky patterns are rad as fuck and just has a little container full of lighters under his bed.

he has like 7 half drunk water bottles on his nightstand and they grow by the day. nah they grow by the week, mans is obviously the most dehydrated fucker you'll ever meet.

majority of his wardrobe are dirty ass stained band shirts and baggy jeans. notable mentions are studded belts and crusty ass socks with combat boots and converse.

when it's winter, you will NOT see this man without a beanie. they're a must have. he jus gets a little chilly

if you gave him a friendship bracelet or something, he will NEVER EVER take that shit off. he treasures it like it gives him superpowers or some shit

he probably spits a little when he talks 😭

yuck it's still kind of short sorry but i do hope you enjoyed this, anon !! 🙏

#sally face headcanons #larry johnson #larry johnson headcanons #larry johnson x reader #headcanons #fanfiction #larry johnson hcs

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Stars Racing Past-2

Summary: After managing to escape the phantom on Tatooine, (Y/N), Seb, and Kimi head to Coruscant to meet with the Jedi Council to hopefully allow (Y/N) to become a Jedi and be assigned a teacher.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the support on the first chapter. I'm really glad people liked it and I can't wait for you guys to read what I've got cooking. While I don't really like taglists, I will have one for this series. I think the max I can tag is 50(ish) people so I will have to cut it off at some point. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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The ship seemed to remain in one piece as it traveled through lightspeed. And with nothing indicating that the hyperdrive would fail, Kimi switched on the autopilot as he and Seb focused on the girl that was now with them. Now that things were calm, she seemed to be processing everything that just happened as her eyes stared at the light rapidly traveling past the ship

 “(Y/N)...” Seb gently said, drawing the girl’s attention to him. “Can you tell us what happened? Why was this person chasing you?”

 “I don’t know. He had come into the store after closing…he…” The girl trailed off.

“Can you tell us exactly what happened?” Seb quietly asked. (Y/N) took a breath and nodded.

 “I was working on repairing my speeder when I heard Mr (L/N) tell a customer to leave. He mentioned the two of you…I thought you guys had come back to get me or sent someone to come get me. But when I peered in… there was just something about this person that felt wrong.”

 “What did you sense from this person?” Kimi asked.

“Sinister…and dark.” (Y/N) said. “He didn’t feel anything like when you guys had come in earlier.”

 “You said that he killed them…did he kill Mr and Mrs (L/N)?” Seb asked. The girl nodded. Her eyes started to water as the scene of the phantom driving his red lighted blade through their chests replayed in her head. 

 “I ran as soon as he saw me. I jumped on my speeder and took off. I didn’t know where I was going at first, I just knew I had to get far away from this…this phantom.”

 “Lucky you were able to find us then.” Kimi said.

“I don’t think it was luck.” Both Seb and (Y/N) said. Seb looked at the girl perplexed. 

 “What do you mean by that?” He asked

“I..I felt something. I don’t know how to really describe it, but I felt something guiding me in a certain direction. It led me to you guys.”

Seb smiled. 

 “I knew The Force would make our paths cross again.” He said. (Y/N) tried to mirror Seb’s sentiment, but her mind kept going back to the phantom.

“Who…who was that person that chased me. What did he want with me?” (Y/N) asked.

“He was a Sith.” Kimi said. Seb looked at him with concern.

 “Are you sure? The Sith hadn’t been seen in ages.”

“Everything about him screamed Sith, from his lightsaber to the way he fought.” Kimi said. “I don’t think this was a random occurrence.”

 “What do you mean?”

“On a previous mission, I was investigating rumors of potential dark side activity. I didn’t have enough evidence to warrant bringing this matter up to the council. But now I think we should.” Kimi said.

 “What’s a Sith?”(Y/N) asked. 

“Dark side Force users.” Kimi said. (Y/N) still looked confused. Seb kneeled down next to her to be eye level.

 “There are two sides of the Force. There’s the light side that the Jedi use to try and bring peace, and there’s the dark side that the Sith use for conflict and nefarious purposes. Before the age of The High Republic, the Jedi and Sith would fight constantly before most of the Sith were wiped out and hadn’t been seen since.” Seb explained.

 “But it seems like they may be trying to come back or rise to power.” Kimi said.

“What would the Sith want with me?” (Y/N) asked. “I’m…I’m just a slave.”

 “You’re not a slave. You’re so much more than just a person.” Seb said, gently clasping the girl’s hands. “(Y/N)...I believe that you can become an exceptional Jedi. You seem to be well in tune with The Force. I saw you use it in the shop, and you were able to channel it to help you find us. You seem to have a much better grasp on it than any other untrained force sensitive person I’ve come across.”

 The girl was silent for a couple moments.

“Are the stories true? That the Jedi fight for the good of others? Bring peace to the galaxy?” She asked.

 “Yes. The Jedi stand to be guardians of peace and justice. We use the light side of the Force to help protect and fight for others who can’t. And you could be that kind of person…” Seb explained. “But I also don’t want to pressure you into coming with us back to the Jedi Temple.

 “Considering the circumstances, you’re no longer a slave.” Kimi said.

“He’s right. You’re free now to do whatever you want, go wherever you want to go.” Seb said.

 “But that Sith we encountered will still try to come after you.”

“Kimi’s unfortunately right about that too. Whatever the Sith may have wanted with you, it’s not good. You would be safer with us back at The Temple. But again, I leave the decision up to you.” 

(Y/N) looked back towards the flying stars, taking in all that was said. Seb and Kimi were right, she was free. She could make her own choices now.

 “I’ll come with you. I want to train to be a Jedi and fight for those that can’t.” (Y/N) said. Seb smiled.

 “That’s wonderful to hear.” He said. 

(Y/N) smiled. Seb looked like he believed in her. That’s the first time someone has looked at her that way.

 “Don’t get too excited, Seb.” Kimi said. “We still have to meet with The Council about this matter. They may think she’s too old to start training as it goes against The Code.”

Seb didn’t seem deterred by Kimi’s words.

“I have faith that they’ll make the right decision. Besides, we'll have to inform the Council about our encounter with a Sith. I think once they hear about that, they’ll see how important the matter is.” Seb said. 

The time traveling to Coruscant wasn’t long, but it took enough time for (Y/N) to doze off, the events of the past few hours finally catching up to her. When she woke, she was met with blue sky and the sight of city skylines.

 “Have you ever been to a planet like Coruscant?” Seb asked when he noticed the girl was awake. (Y/N) shook her head.

“I’ve lived on Tatooine for most of my life.” She said. 

(Y/N) tried to take in all the new sights as Kimi piloted the SF-16. She watched as other smaller ships flew past various buildings and apartments. There seemed to be so much hustle and bustle in Coruscant. A stark contrast to Tatoonie. Eventually the SF-16 flew towards a giant structure that seemed to stick out compared to everything else in the city. It had various towers while looking very square. (Y/N) could tell that this was The Jedi Temple that Seb and Kimi kept mentioning.

Kimi piloted the ship onto a landing pad and the three began to disembark.

The ship door opened and (Y/N) was hit with a blast of cool air and no humidity as she followed Seb and Kimi off the ship. Now seeing the Temple up close, it was way more imposing with an almost wing-like symbol displayed on banners that hang from the front.

A young man greeted the three of them as they made their way closer to the temple entrance. He wore the same clothes as Seb and Kimi, minus the robe, and had short blonde hair with one long braided strand.

“Master Vettel! You're back! How were the negotiations?” The man said. 

 “We had some complications. Could you alert the Council of our arrival. There are matters we need to discuss with them.” Seb said.

 “Certainly.” The young man said. He turned around and started to hurry off.

(Y/N) followed Seb and Kimi past the entrance and into the temple proper.  Various people greeted Seb and Kimi as they walked past while also giving curious glances towards (Y/N). (Y/N) tried to stick close to Seb, not wanting to draw any attention herself while also trying to take in all her surroundings. The temple was big and open with high arching ceilings and architecture (Y/N) had never seen before. Some of the adults that passed by were accompanied by kids (Y/N)’s age, having the same braid as the young man that greeted them at the entrance. And the atmosphere of everything, it felt the same to (Y/N) as when Seb and Kimi first walked into the repair shop but multiplied by 10.

It felt both safe and suffocating at the same time.

Soon the three of them made it to a set of tall double doors with the same intricate symbol as the ones on the banners. The young man that greeted them when they landed stood in front of the doors and smiled at Seb as they approached. 

 “They’re inside ready to meet you.” He said.

“Thank you Mick. Will you wait out here for me? I need to talk to you about some things regarding your training.” Seb told him. Mick nodded. 

Standing in front of the big doors, (Y/N) suddenly felt very nervous. The idea of having to meet with people only referred to as “The Council” seemed very nerve wracking to the young girl. Seb seemed to notice this as he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“I just want to reassure you that there is nothing to worry about. The Council may seem intimidating to you at first, but they aren’t.” Seb said. 

 “I was intimidated by them when I first met them.” The young man, Mick, said. He gave (Y/N) a reassuring smile. (Y/N) tried to give one in return but she was pretty sure that nervousness still showed on her face. 

“You can stand by Kimi while I talk with The Council. I don’t think I’ll have to do much convincing to have them allow you to become part of The Order, but they may ask you a couple questions.” He said. “Are you ready?”

(Y/N) took a deep breath to try and steal her nerves. 

 “Yes.” She said, Seb smiled and nodded his head before opening the door. 

The circular room was much smaller than (Y/N) expected it to be. 

Nine chairs were arranged in a circle that took up most of the room. All of the seats except for two had someone sitting in it: Men dressed in the same attire as Seb and Kimi. 

Most of them greeted Seb with a smile but all of them seemed to look at (Y/N) once she stepped into the room. She moved closer to Kimi, almost trying to hide behind him.

“Master Vettel. It’s good to see both you and Master Räikkönen back in one piece. Master Alonso informed us that the negotiations with the Trade Federation didn’t seem to go well.” Master Webber, one of Seb’s fellow councilmen, spoke. Seb nodded his head.

 “You are correct, Master Webber. The Trade Federation was not up for negotiations in the slightest. We tried to have an open discussion with them but after a couple minutes the Leader left the room and me and Kimi were soon swarmed by battle droids. We had to fight our way out of there and during our ship’s retreat, the hyperdrive ended up being damaged, causing us to crash land on Tatooine.” Seb explained.

 “Seems you may have picked something up while on Tatooine.” Master Ricciardo said, glancing behind Seb at (Y/N). He wore a friendly smile, but (Y/N) couldn’t help but try to make herself seem smaller due to nerves.

“We encountered a member of the Sith while on Tatooine.” Kimi said. Some of the men looked at each other with either confusion or concern.

 “The Sith haven't been seen in ages.” Master Bottas said.

“What was a potential Sith doing on Tatooine.” Master Rosberg asked.

 “That was the other matter I wished to discuss with you. I had mentioned to Master Alonso earlier that me and Master Räikkönen believe that we have found The Chosen.” Seb said. He turned around and gestured to (Y/N) to come join him in the center of the room. (Y/N) quietly walked over and stood next to Seb. The tone in the room seemed to shift once (Y/N) stood before them, as if they could sense something she couldn’t. (Y/N) wished she could be as small as possible with all these sets of eyes on her. 

 “What’s your name, young one?” Master Webber asked the girl. 

“(Y/N).”  She quietly said.

“You’re from Tatoonie?” He asked. (Y/N) shook her head. 

 “No. I was sold on Tatooine. I don’t know what planet I'm originally from.”

 “You were a slave?” A different man asked. He had darker skin and wore his hair in braids. The girl nodded.

“(Y/N) said that the trader who sold her only dealt with Force sensitive. That’s a matter I feel we should discuss as well but at a later time." Seb chimed in. 

 “How old are you?” Master Webber asked her.

“11.” That answer caused some of the men to whisper to each other. (Y/N) tried not to think about what Kimi had said earlier about her possibly being too old to join The Order.

 “How old were you when you were sold?” The man with braids asked.( (Y/N) would learn later he’s addressed as Master Hamilton)

“Five.” She told him. Master Webber took in the girl’s appearance, how she stood and how her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt to try and ease her nerves. But (Y/N) felt that he was trying to sense something else.

 “(Y/N), with all that's happened to you in the past hours, you don't seem to be upset about being away from what was your home planet.” He said. (Y/N)’s face seemed to harden at his observation.

 “Tatoonie never felt like home. Neither did the people who owned me.” She said, her voice now at an even and clear volume.

“So you have no attachments to the life that you had on Tatooine?”

(Y/N) didn’t need to think hard about that question. The people she belonged to were dead. She never made any real friends on that planet and besides repairing old speeders, she felt there was nothing to call her back to Tatooine. 

 “No. There’s nothing left for me back on Tatooine.” She said firmly. Master Webber looked to Seb

 “You think she should join the Order.” Master Webber. It didn’t sound like a question, more so like Master Webber already knew Seb’s intentions.

“She’s too old.”Master Rosberg said.  “She hasn’t been taught the proper teachings like every youngling must learn.”

 “I understand that but I’ve seen how she uses The Force and how she’s been able to channel it. I believe if given time, proper training, and a good teacher, she can become a great Jedi.” Seb explained. (Y/N) wanted to smile at Seb’s words, but as she took them in, she also remembered that Seb had referred to as “The Chosen" earlier. (Y/N) wanted to know what he meant by that. It sounded like something with high expectations.

The men broke out into whispers amongst each other as they debated on what decision to make. Seb looked down at (Y/N) and gave her a reassuring smile and her shoulder a gentle squeeze. It comforted her a bit.

“The Council has decided…” Master Webber spoke after a few more moments of hushed whispers. “...that despite her age and considering the circumstances, (Y/N) will be allowed to join The Order and train in the ways of The Jedi.”

Both (Y/N) and Seb seemed to let out a relieved breath.

“Master Räikkönen will be her teacher.” Master Webber said. Kimi cleared his throat, having stayed at the back of the room the whole time.

 “With all due respect, the missions I go on are not fit for a padawan.” He said.

 “I’d be happy to take her on as my padawan.” Seb said.

“You already have a padawan Master Vettel. You can not take on another one.” Master Button said.

 “I believe that Mick is ready to take on the trials to become a Jedi Knight. I’ve trained him for many years and feel he is prepared to handle his own missions.” Seb said. A few of the Council men glanced at each other.

“The Council has seen Padawan Schumacher’s progress. While he has learned and grown over the years with his abilities regarding The Force since becoming your padawan, recent months have cast doubt on if he is ready to become a Knight. Unfortunately we will have to deny your request.” Master Webber said.

 “Not to mention that there are more younger Jedi Knights who are ready to take on padawans. I understand that with you believing that this girl is the Chosen one, that she should have a more experienced teacher, but The Council have not yet seen anything from her that truly proves so. Therefore she will be treated like every new padawan that comes into the Jedi Order.” Master Alonso explained. Seb nodded his head.

 “I understand.” He said, hiding his disappointment inside. “If that is the case…then I believe I may know of a suitable teacher for (Y/N).”

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The sounds of lightsabers clashing echoed throughout the training room as Seb entered. Once the council meeting had ended, Seb had asked Mick to show (Y/N) to what would be her new living quarters while Seb headed to the training room to look for a certain Jedi Knight. One or two people training greeted Seb as he entered, but most were engrossed in the sparring match that was happening in the middle of the room. 

Two young men were engaged in a fierce lightsaber duel. One had dark blonde hair and wielded a blue lightsaber with intensity. His opponent deflected the hits with his own two green lightsabers. They seemed evenly matched, each deflecting hits that came their way. One may suspect that the young man wielding two lightsabers would have the upper hand, but a subtle feint and quick force powered shove from the dark blonde sent the brown haired young man he was fighting down to the ground, dropping one of his sabers. 

“I win this one Charles.” The dark blonde young man said as he held his lightsaber in front, almost as if stopping the brunette from getting up. But the two smiled at each other and the blonde lowered his lightsaber to offer Charles a hand up. Those around that watched the sparring match applauded the two of them. Seb included.

 “Max!” Seb called out. The dark blonde turned and, after giving Charles a pat on the shoulder, walked over to the Jedi Master.

 “Yes, Master Vettel?”

“I know we haven’t spoken about this matter in a while but I wanted to know if you still had your objections about taking on a padawan?”

 “Like I’ve said before Master Vettel, I don’t think it would be fit for me to take on a padawan. I’m-”

 “-not a good teacher. I know, you’ve said that multiple times. However, I’ve just met with the council regarding an important matter.” Seb said. 

 “The Council can’t assign me a padawan. I have to be the one to choose.” Max said.

“I know that, but we think you and her would be a good pairing. You know what it’s like to have high expectations placed upon you.” Seb said. Max gave him a confused look.

 “What do you mean by that exactly?”

“Come with me. I think this matter should be discussed somewhere more private.”

(Y/N) should expect that everything on Coruscant was going to be better than what she had on Tatooine. Yet she was still surprised by the living quarters that Mick showed her. The room had a proper bed with a mattress (Y/N) felt she could sink right into, a window with a view looking out at the Coruscant skyline, and a closet filled with garb like the ones everyone in the temple was wearing. It was all so much more than (Y/N) ever had.

(Y/N) didn’t hesitate in changing from her old, Tatoonie clothing into a fresh set of tunic and pants, throwing her old pair into a trash can without hesitation. The clothes fit perfectly, like they were meant to. She caught a glimpse of herself in the window’s reflection. Her hair was still messy and there was still some dirt and sand left smudged on her face, but everything else she saw looked nice, looked new. 

“This is different.” She thought to herself. “This place feels safe.”

She looked again at her new living quarters. (Y/N) assumed that she was supposed to wait for Seb or someone else to come get her. But after traveling with Seb and Kimi for the past couple hours and having to meet with The Council, (Y/N) finally had some time to herself. And even though (Y/N) could spend hours on end sitting by the window staring at the skyline, there was a whole Temple to explore. And that’s what she was going to do.

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At the moment, (Y/N) had no idea where in the temple she was. Honestly she should have expected this, being in a big and elaborate building she’s never been in before. (Y/N) had managed to find the temple’s library, mess hall, and the same entrance she had entered in with Seb and Kimi. But in trying to find her way back to her living quarters, (Y/N) seemed to have gotten a bit turned around. 

 ‘Maybe if I double back and try and retrace my steps-’

(Y/N)’s thought process was interrupted as she accidentally bumped into the back of someone.

 “Oh, sorry about that.” (Y/N) apologized as the person turned around. It was a boy about her age, with brunette hair and brown eyes. He wasn’t alone, as a blonde boy with blues stood behind. Both of them had the same singular braid in their hair that Mick had.

 “No worries.” The brunette boy said. His voice had the same accent as Master Webber. He looked at (Y/N) with curiosity. “Are you new? I’ve never seen you around The Temple before.” The brunette boy said. 

“Oh, yea I’m new...just arrived today.” (Y/N) told him. The boy smiled. 

“I’m Oscar. This is Logan.” The brunette boy held out one of his hands for (Y/N) to shake. (Y/N) shook it and held out her hand for the blonde boy to shake. He hesitated before shaking her hand with one of his gloved ones. 

 “It’s nice to meet you Oscar, Logan. I’m (Y/N)”. She said, “I was trying to explore around but ended up getting a bit lost.”

 “It is a bit hard to find your way around this place when you first get here.” Logan said.

“Well me and Logan were gonna head to the training ground. Maybe we could show you parts of the temple on the way there, if you want to join us.” Oscar said.

 “Sure. That would be great!” (Y/N) said.

Following the two boys, Oscar and Logan showed (Y/N) parts of the temple she had missed, like some of the teaching rooms and outdoor atrium. Just as she was about to follow Oscar and Logan into the training room, someone called her name.

“(Y/N)!” It was Seb, who walked over with someone in tow. (Y/N) waved goodbye to Oscar and Logan before walking over to meet Seb.

“I was wondering where you may have wandered off to.” Seb said. “I have someone I want you to meet.”

The girl standing before Max wasn’t what he expected. Master Vettel had told him how he thought Max would be the perfect fit to train someone who was expected to become a great Jedi, that there was some prophecy involved with the person he was supposed to train. 

 “Max, this is (Y/N), she just arrived today. (Y/N), this is Jedi Knight Max Verstappen.” Seb said, introducing the two. The girl, (Y/N) as Seb introduced her, had started fidgeting with one of her sleeves as soon as she walked over. But she seemed to steel herself and held out a hand for Max to shake. It had smudges of dirt and a bit of dried oil left on it.

 “It’s nice to meet you.” She said. Max shook his hand.

As soon as their fingers touched, Max felt The Force wrap around him, as if it was trying to tell him something. He tried to steel himself, and hone in on the feeling. And he found that it was coming from the girl in front of him. Did the girl feel it too? Max couldn’t tell as she pulled her hand away. He did the same.

 “I was just discussing with Max on how I think he would be a good teacher for you and that you would make a good padawan for him to train.” Seb said to (Y/N). “However the decision does come down to Max, so I thought it would be best for you two to at least meet before any decisions are made.”

Max didn’t think he was the type of person that would be a good teacher, that he wasn’t fit to train a padawan. He’s admitted multiple times that he’d rather spend his time training and going on missions where he could use his lightsaber a plenty than be in the temple teaching a youngling the ways of The Force.

But there’s something about the girl in front of him. Not only with The Force but with just everything about her. Max looked at (Y/N) and saw his younger self staring back.

 “Now Max, you don’t need to make a decision now, but I advise that you and (Y/N) try to get to know each other before-”

 “I'll do it.” Max said, interrupting Seb. Seb looked at Max with surprise.

“Really? “That’s wonderful to hear!” Seb said, now smiling. “Well my previous suggestion still stands that the two of you should get to know each other before you guys start training. I'll leave you to it.”

Seb gave (Y/N) a reassuring pat on her shoulder and a nod to Max before walking away, leaving the pair alone. The two stared at each other.

“So I assume I address you as Master Verstappen?” (Y/N) asked. Max grimaced.

 “Don't call me that. Max is fine.” He said. (Y/N) could now pick up that Max spoke with an accent, one she had never heard before. “Have you eaten at all since you’ve got here?”

(Y/N) shook her head, now realizing how long it had been since she had last eaten.

 “Well I can show you the dining hall and we can talk, “get to know each other” as Master Vettel said. Is that ok?”

 “Yea, sure. I’m starving.”

Through the windows of the dining hall, (Y/N) could see the sun slowly setting on the Coruscant skyline. After putting various food on her tray, (Y/N) followed Max as he led her to a more secluded part of the dining hall.

As she followed though, (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice the various stares or hushed whispers from people as they passed.

 “Is that Verstappen…with a youngling?”

“Verstappen said he would never take on a padawan.”

 “Do you think The Council forced him to take on one?”

Max took a seat at one of the tables tucked into the corner. (Y/N) sat across from him and looked down at her food.  

“Master Vettel told me you lived on Tatooine. I’ve never been to that planet. What’s it like there?” Max asked. While Max was trying to skirt around the unfortunate circumstance the girl was in before she was found by Sebastian and Kimi, Max still wanted to try and get to know the girl. So he thought asking about the planet where (Y/N) grew up would be a safe question to ask.

 “Hot. Sandy. Hot and Sandy is the only way to really describe it.” (Y/N) said with a neutral face as she poked at the food in front of her.

“What was your favorite thing to do there?” Max asked. (Y/N) took a bite of her food and smiled a bit. 

 “Trying to repair an old speeder that someone left behind.” (Y/N) said. “A bunch of races are held almost every month on Tatooine. I was hoping to get it fixed and enter some of the races. Win enough money to get me off the planet.”

 “I prefer racing ships over speeders. A lot more action and opportunity.” Max said. (Y/N) looked at him curiously.

“Is that what I’ll be able to do at some point? Pilot a ship and race it past the stars?” (Y/N) asked. Piloting was something (Y/N) always wanted to learn. Properly. She learned bits and pieces from the pilots that would come into the shop for parts or repairs, but (Y/N) always wanted to learn how to fly a ship. Probably to better her chances of getting off Tattoonie. But (Y/N) no longer had to worry about that.

 “Maybe. What I’m supposed to do is teach you how to harness The Force.” Max said. “But you are my padawan, so I can teach you things The Council may not want you to learn when you’re just starting out.” Max said, giving the girl a slight mischievous grin. (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile back. 

After the two had finished eating, Max walked (Y/N) back to her living quarters. Whispers and stares seemed to follow them as they walked and (Y/N) tried to brush it off. 

 “We’ll start your training tomorrow morning.” Max said as they stopped at the door to (Y/N)’s living quarters. “I know it may feel strange sleeping in an unfamiliar place but try to get some proper sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

 “Ok. Goodnight.” (Y/N) watched Max walk away. As he passed by a group of younglings with braids in their hairs, they looked at Max with awestruck faces. But he didn’t pay them any attention. (Y/N) remembered what she felt when she and Max first shook hands. Something seemed to pull her towards Max, The Force trying to tell her that something about him was important. She couldn’t help but wonder…who exactly did Seb assign as her teacher?

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[connorsnothereeither]

So like, a while ago I did a little update on the Brink fics, and I figured it was worth giving a kinda sad update on my other Fable fics as well.

At this stage, there are no plans to continue or finish Your Skin Beneath My Teeth (the second book in the Blood series).

I know this is probably disappointing, because I know a lot of people really loved the Vampire AU. But from a personal writing level, I’m just sort of unhappy with the direction of the books, and I don’t have the time to commit to rewriting them. I’m not invested enough in my own story, and while that’s a shame, I don’t know if there’s much I can do without just giving myself time to stew on it.

There’s also a logistical side to things as well. Fable is coming to an end in less than a month. I feel like it’ll probably take me months to finish the Brink series still first, which are the fics I’m personally more passionate about. And at a certain point, I don’t want Fable to be the only thing that consumes my writing for the next year+. Not to mention the time I want to dedicate to other SMPs and creative projects I’m involved in, like Cantripped, Bound SMP, and Terramortis, with even more stuff in the works.

On top of all that like… I’m just a guy, ya know. I’m a full time student, work part-time most days of the week, commute between 2 major cities regularly, and I have other things that just deserve my time more.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been in fandoms for years, I know it’s shitty when fics you enjoy never get an ending. But I hope that like, people get where I’m coming from with discontinuing it, I guess.

Besides, there is, technically, an ending for Blood. I’ve had the ending written since the end of the first book (it’s just getting there that’s the problem) and so if people would like, as some sort of closure for the story, I would be happy to release that here on Tumblr or on my Kofi or something. Maybe I’ll make a follow up post with a poll.

I might as well mention that there is likewise no plan to “finish” the Band AU, but since that was always a collection of one-shots, there was never really a plan or end for any of it. It was always kinda disjointed without an end in sight lol.

I’m not saying that I’m NEVER going to go back to these fics. Just that it’s unlikely. But who knows, maybe someday I’ll crawl out of the dirt to finish them-

If you did only follow my Fable fics for the Blood books though, I’m sure some elements of my other fan works might appeal to you, if you want to give them a go! The horror/contemplations of humanity are the key theme of Brink, and the mystery/thriller, high stakes political conflict mixed with interpersonal melodrama is the focus of Cascading Skies, my new Bound fic. And of course those and so many more things are just key elements to like all of my storytelling my canon characters lol. But if none of that ticks your boxes, it was great to have y’all along for the bloody vampire ride :D

Anyway this was me getting sappy about setting aside a project I worked really hard on lol. Sometimes you gotta do that and sometimes that’s okay, and that’s an attitude I struggle with but am getting better at. I know don’t owe y’all any kind of explanation for this, I could have just stopped and let it die, but I wanted to give one. More for me personally really; I needed to say something about it publicly to like… fully cement in my mind what I decided on a long time ago. Anyway, catch y’all later when I’m not incredibly tired, and hopefully with a more silly goofy post ✌️

#fable smp #fablesmp #fanfic

[harus-simp]

Gunwook as a boyfriend

-Gunwook x reader-

Warning:none

Requested: Henloou!! I really like your writing but I realized there’s not many gunwook content :( can you write a headcanon of him as a boyfie or something fluffy?? (Anonymous)

Author's note: sorry for the long wait anon, I hope you really like it ;))

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How would gunwook act as your boyfriend?

Okay our gunwookie pookie will be the sweetest boyfriend ever I assure you

Your first meeting would be at school

You were a new transferred student so when you got to the gates you were kinda lost on where to go

As he was walking through the entrance he saw a student that seemed to not have a clue on where to go, so you figured out you weren't from there

So he approached you confidently wanting to help you

"Excuse me,are you lost?"

"Ah yes actually, do you perhaps know where class 1A is?"

And he indeed knew where it was, he was part of it

So he guided you there asking about you (he found you really cute, but he wasn't gonna say that 🤭)

After classes he offered to give you a tour around school as he was part of the school council and was actively participating in a couple of clubs and associations

You thought it was really kind of him to do so

So you exchanged numbers and become friends :D

At first some classmates found it quite strange because he was kinda intimidating at first, and meeting you was the first time he approached someone so brightly

You heard about gunwook's first impression according to your peers, and was totally shocked to hear he coukd appear to be like that

Like he treated you so well?

Anyways

After a couple of months you were having an internal conflict

You had started to develop feelings for him after one day you were staring at him in class

You started to notice little things in him like his soft silky hair

His warm and gummy smile

His soft plump lips-

Wait wait wait

Hold on there cowboy 🤠

And now you were wondering how to properly confess to him :))

So you decided that it was best to write a letter and leave it on his desk

When gunwook received it let's say he didn't even open it 💀

He was so hopelessly in love with you that he didn't want to focus on anything else

So next day when you saw him treating you the same way you were confused

Was he rejecting you?

So you questioned him

"Umh, wookie, did you read my letter?"

"What lette-?Oh" yeah he definitely had fucked up

"Oh?"

"I didn't open it"

Now you were disappointed, you laughed awkwardly and started to excuse yourself

But he stopped you grabbing your wrist

So at his action you encouraged yourself internally and confessed to him, to which he accepted gladly bringing you into a hug

His favourite dates were walking through the park or going to the countryside

He enjoyed the feeling of walking with your hands interwined tightly, or sitting on a bench eating ice cream

You had this plushie that he had won at an arcade for you and you treated him as your child

You brought him literally everywhere and you both swayed it from side to side

He loved to shower you in compliments, words of affirmation was his love language so it was not a surprise

He expects you reciprocate his energy once in a while

Which you did of course

You told him how talented he was and how an amazing boyfriend he was

You don't need anything else to make him happy and all blushy and smiley 😁

He is a hugeeee baby

So he'd get all happy and excited when you get cold, throwing you one of his hoodies to wear

That sight was enough to make him whine at how adorable you were

He also loved hugging you, his bear hugs bringing you to another level of comfort

Laying his head on your lap was part of his daily routine

You caressed his hair grabbing small locks and massaging his scalp in soft motions

It really helped him to calm down and not stress so much

It was a soothing moment for him

More than jealous I'd say he is really overprotective of you

He'd be your personal bodyguard for sure

He'd use his first impression intimidating privilege to scare people off 😈

And he felt so proud of it

However if you asked him to stop he would in an instant

He is a big softie, like he could talk about how good he was at being an idol

But he definitely cries when you remind him on Mufasa's death 😢

He'd be someone reliable you can count on when you want to have fun and when you want to have more of an intimate moment (like talking about your problems and difficulties)

A big baby bear 🐻🤍

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[whiskeybeforesunset]

Ghost Part 3 | Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Synopsis: Reader, Joel, and Ellie make up in the stables and continue their journey to Colorado. Reader has conflicting feelings about Joel rejoining the group, and is left to wonder where they stand with Joel. Slow burn, as always. 

Warnings: Gunshots/gun shooting at a target, no violence towards people or animals, Self doubt.

Author’s Note: I've now created a taglist! If you would like to be added please let me know. Hope you enjoy!

Previous Chapter , Next Chapter

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You open your eyes to a sun-lit ceiling. Despite presumably not moving throughout the night, it was a restless sleep. As your feet meet the cold wooden floor boards, you’re forced to face your new reality. There’s no doubt in your mind Joel is already gone, probably left before sunrise. Still, you can’t stop yourself from checking his empty room, just in case. With no hint of the man’s presence, you somberly make your way downstairs to Ellie. 

You knock on the door frame altering her to your presence. When she looks up you notice the disappointment that flashes over her face before it hardens. 

“Ready?” You ask Ellie as swings her bag onto her shoulder. 

“Yep.” She answers shortly, before trudging past you and out the room. 

The brisk morning air greets you as you make your way towards Tommy and Maria’s. 

“You good?” You ask, turning to look at the girl. 

“Oh, I’m fine.” Ellie replies with an appropriate level of teenage angst. “How about you?” She says, cocking her head as she turns to you with a tight lipped smile. 

“Also fine.” You say while adjusting a strap on your bag.

“Liar.” Ellie remarks as you see Tommy waiting outside his home.

“Mornin’.” He says, meeting your eyes with an apologetic look. You give him a short nod, and Ellie doesn’t seem to respond at all. Tommy wordlessly begins to lead you.

The ambience of boots crunching on fresh snow quickly fades into the shuffling of hay and animal noises. Tommy walks towards the first pen in the stable before freezing in front of it. You’re uncertain as to why until you too pass the wall obstructing your view.

It’s Joel. The man you were certain you would never see again. Why is he here? Did he change his mind? Is he coming with you? Was what you said last night what convinced him, and if so what does that mean? His eyes linger on yours before shifting down to Ellie. You’re left speechless, but she seems to have plenty of her own to say.

“You came here to say goodbye or something?” Ellie asks while rolling her eyes.

“No,” Joel replies. “I came here to steal one of these horses and go.” You feel your heart sink at his words. Of course he hadn’t changed his mind. Right, yes. Why would he? You shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up. You clench your jaw, but otherwise conceal your emotion. 

“Well, I would’ve gave you one.” Tommy says, also confused by his brother’s presence.

“I know,” Joel says, patting the horse in front of him. “Anyways, that was 30 minutes ago and I guess…” Joel pauses, taking a step away from the horse.

“You deserve a choice,” he says to Ellie. “I still think you’d be better off with-”

“Let’s go.” Ellie cuts him off, shoving her bag into his arms. 

“Okay.” Joel replies bewildered. He now looks at you. You open your mouth to say something but find the words don’t come. 

“Well in that case, you can take Clover as well, she’s the next stall down.” You nod and head over, thankful for the out he has given you. You tune out the conversation between Joel and Tommy as you gather the tack for Clover, who had not yet been dressed for riding.

Joel calls your name, motioning for you to come outside. It’s time to head out. You help Ellie onto her horse as Joel and Tommy say their goodbyes. You smile, noticing her mood has greatly improved, before returning to your own horse. 

“There’s a place for you here… for all of you.” Tommy says. 

“Countin’ on it.” Joel says, glancing towards you and Ellie before doing so. There’s some more discussion between the two brothers, but with that you leave Jackson.

…

It was hard to not feel like a cowboy in the Old West as the three of you made your way to Colorado. Ellie warmed up to Joel quickly, but you still felt stuck. You were thankful for the thin paths preventing you from riding alongside Joel and Ellie as they gave you an excuse to remain silent for the beginning of the journey. You decide to take this time to sort through your thoughts. You certainly had a lot of them after all that’s occurred the last few days. 

You’re happy he’s still traveling with you, well with Ellie. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s great he’s still here, that’s what you wanted. You just wish that his decision to stay had at least in part been based on you. However his motivations seem to have been made clear. 

You can’t be mad about it. Of course Ellie is his priority, she should be, yours too. It isn’t his fault if he doesn’t feel the same… commitment towards you that you do to him. Wherever those feelings may stem from. 

As the three of you trot along, you wonder if the man intended on confronting you about what you had said the night prior. At the very least you want to discern whether or not him staying was his way of saying he doesn’t want to deal with what he’s going through alone, his last comment towards Tommy seemed to imply that. But any conversation involving that would likely lead to a discussion about you proclaiming your… desire for him to stay, and frankly you’d rather avoid that. 

You’re drawn from your thoughts by your two companions bickering. The nice kind though, not like what you heard the night before.

“All I’m saying is, if something were to happen to you and-” Ellie starts.

“Nothing’s gonna to happen to us.” Joel quickly shuts her down.

“But if something were to, then it would be good for me to know how to shoot a gun.” You laugh at Ellie’s proposal, glad to hear her campaign to be allowed to shoot continues. 

“Ellie, we’ve talked about this.” Joel replies in a tired tone.

“Awe, come on Joel.” You say, surprising the two as it’s the first time you’ve spoken since the start of your journey. “Let the kid shoot, don’t you support her passion for her second amendment rights?” You finish with a smile, taking a chance to poke at Joel’s political beliefs. 

“Traitor.” Joel grumbles as you and Ellie laugh. Regardless of his initial dismissal of the idea, Joel eventually agrees to train Ellie to shoot the rifle in the next suitable clearing. 

…

You scrunch up your face as Ellie once again misses the target. You observe the pair from a few feet back. A fallen tree forms a makeshift shelf for the rifle to perch on, it being the only solid structure in the field of dead grass and patches of snow. 

“Wide right, you’re flinchin’.” He says in response to her frustrated sigh.

“The target’s too small.” Ellie retorts. 

“I made it bigger than I should’ve. Eject the cartridge.” Joel instructs from over her shoulder. 

“And I’m not flinching. The rifle just sucks.” She says stubbornly as she follows his instructions. 

“Okay give it.” Joel says, motioning for her to give him the gun. 

“Doesn’t aim right,” He gives her a hum in response. “You’ll see!” She says pulling out her binoculars.

“Don’t watch the target, watch him.” You interject. She pouts a bit, but sets them down. Joel gives you a nod of acknowledgement before continuing. Lowering his eye to the scope, his face steals in focus. 

“Deep breath in slow breath out…” He says, broad shoulders rising and sinking. 

“You squeeze the trigger like you love it.” The breeze blows through his hair, god he’s gorgeous. You feel your heartbeat quicken. He looks like a model out of some hunting magazine. A totally platonic thought, you chide yourself as Ellie gives him a sarcastic hum in response.

“Gentle… steady… nice and slow.” He says in that oh-so-alluring southern drawl. You find yourself adjusting your collar despite the chilly weather. 

“You gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?” Ellie says in a playfully tone. You laugh loudly, perhaps a bit too loud as Joel glares at the two of you. 

“It isn’t going to work,” Ellie says as he puts his head back down. “It doesn’t aim right.”

A gunshot nearly cuts her off and she stands there stunted, scrambling for the binoculars.

“You dick.” Ellie remarks with a grin on her face as she looks at what can only be described as a perfect shot. Joel smiles smugly and gives her a shrug. 

You do your best to calm your breathing and reduce the flush on your face as the other two pack up, target practice being decidedly over. You can’t help but wonder what had changed to draw this sort of reaction out of you. It’s not as though you’ve never seen Joel shoot and shoot very well before. You’ve known him for years, why is this happening now? 

As you ask yourself that question, you realize the answer is right in front of you as he laughs, pointing out Ellie’s missed shots. It’s because of her, he’s able to smile, to laugh, to heal. And, if you’re being honest with yourself, seeing him be such a good father figure to her isn’t unattractive. 

You smile as you pick up your bag and head back over to the horses. Regardless of whether or not these feelings you have amount to anything, you’re glad you agreed to join Joel on this job. Even if it may have… complicated things.

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[zoros-bandana]

good afternoon I've wanted to order something from one piece for a long time but I'm embarrassed (sorry if I don't write well, English is not my first language)but if it's not too much trouble I'd like to ask for headcanons of how the straw hats would react when they feel depressed and reader (gn) caresses them and tries to cheer them up. If you already did something similar or you don't want to do this, you are totally within your rights to ignore this :) -Thank you anyway

Oh my goodness please do not be embarrassed!! Your English and your writing is wonderful! I hope you enjoy this request 💚

Strawhats x Fem Reader Comfort 

Platonic

(ft. all Strawhats)

(SFW)

Luffy

Is very easy to know when Luffy has gone missing on the ship - it is very quiet 

Since there aren’t many places he likes to go it’s easy to find him sitting in the dark of his room or on the nose of the Sunny

At first he seems startled at the addition of someone else but his expression is still

If you decide to pull him into a hug however the poor baby becomes mush and weeps in your arms

He doesn’t care who it is that is holding him he just appreciates the support and someone to hold him while he is sad

Will adore being caressed and soothing words hummed to him while he’s crying/calming down 

Appreciates jokes being told to lighten the mood while he is calming down

Any mention of meat will help him get his mind of what he was thinking about and cheer him up instantly 

Is very grateful of being helped will make sure to thank you when he is feeling much better 

Zoro

Will try and hide his emotions by training in the crows nest

His energy is very different from usual - almost like a physical grey cloud over his head making him so obviously sad

Will bark at anyone trying to join him in his own private room - claims he needs some alone time 

Trying to hug or caress this man is a mission in itself so prepare to work up a sweat to tackle him down

If successful of the mission he is very shocked at the affection and is kind of embarrassed 

After a while he will sort of just give in and hug back

Won’t wish for either of you to speak - the physical affection is more than enough - but he will protest that nobody else is to find out about what happened 

Admits the only way he wants to be cheered up is drinking with his friend (hopefully you can hold a lot of alcohol) 

Sanji

Is very good at hiding his emotions so you’ll have to be close to pick up on his mannerisms to notice something is wrong

Will shrug it off if questioned but will do it very polite and probably ask more about you and your needs 

Offers to make you some food in exchange for getting him to talk about his feelings

Is ecstatic about being hugged and doesn’t want it to end (expect some heart eyes and maybe even a nose bleed)

Physical affection always makes him instantly better (only if they’re female though) 

Caressing him may just just make him lose his mind and melt into your arms

Will hug back and give the best hug - it is very tight, warm and safe 

Still won’t say much about his feelings but admits the hug was nice and staying around to keep him company will help him feel better

Nami

Won’t acknowledge your presence at first, is either too sad or dramatic to take notice in anything but her emotions

Just a simple “are you okay” will make it bubble to the surface and cry

Is very conflicted about the hug - feels a little uncomfortable but is too emotional to resist

The hug will only be short once she starts to gain energy to resist but is enough to let her know that she is safe to tell you what is going on

Will be open to admitting her feelings if asked enough - appreciates having someone to talk to who is level headed and won’t judge or remind her of this moment

Is a lot more willing to open up to you if you are female - doesn't trust any of the boys on the crew to see her this way

Appreciates good advice and reassurance that she will be okay/her feelings are valid

May end the shared moment with another hug to thank you - lasts longer than the first awkward hug

Usopp

Will be a stumbling panic when he is found being sad and alone - tries to play it off like he is okay 

Even though he puts on a brave face his sadness slips through and he is on the verge of crying 

Hugging or caressing him may make him freak out and try to escape - has no idea why you decide to hug him

After a few reassuring and soothing words he will calm down and accept the hug - is still very awkward about it though

Will go completely red with embarrassment

Continues to just stand there through the hug and caresses 

Changing the topic to something he enjoys will change his mood and is more lively - makes the whole situation less awkward

Is more than happy to spend time with you doing anything to take his mind off his feelings

Chopper

Is probably the one to come to you when he is sad - outstretched arms and already crying

Will literally tumble into your lap in a crying mess

Is always transparent about his feelings and won’t take much for him to say what is making him upset

Loves to be held when he is crying and loves for you to talk to him and ease his troubles

May get you to sing or tell jokes to make him feel better

Caressing him will sooth him instantly and make him fall asleep

Needs reassurance and support even when he is calmed down

Appreciates you reading to him under a soft blanket until he falls asleep or sticking with him for the rest of the day to make him laugh and smile

Robin

Is often monotoned with her emotions so when she shows she is sad something must really be wrong

Even when sad she will try and smile through it all

Trusts you enough to open up but doesn't say much - just enough to let you know she is sad

May try and turn it on you and ask how you are feeling instead

Will accept your hug and hugs back very warm and motherly

Doesn't need words of reassurance but does appreciate anything you say to her to comfort her

The company of having you around is the most assuring thing to her so spending some time with her will help to make her feel better again - even if it is as simple as sitting in each others presence for a while

Franky

Finds things to distract him from his feelings so he doesn't have time to think

If you find him and ask him if he is okay/is something wrong and he stops what he is doing he then realises how sad he actually is

Admits defeat and sits down - waits for you to sit with him so he can talk about how he is feeling

Is a little confused about you hugging him but will carefully hug back in an awkward side hug sort of thing

Having somebody to talk to helps lift the weight of his feelings and feels better

However, he admits having you around would help and gets you to assist in whatever activity he was doing before - distraction being a big thing to make him feel better

Brook

Will hide his feelings with jokes but the moment you ask him what is wrong he will stop mid joke or laugh

Opens up about what is bothering him/making him sad but will add another joke to the end with a very unenthusiastic 'yohoho'

Won't refuse any form of affection - especially from somebody female

Is a very weird hug as he is just bone and very tall, however, the affection does calm him down somewhat

Won't listen or take words of reassurance seriously so sitting in silence is probably the best to just comfort him

After some time he make hug back - or try to with his boney frame

Will most likely ask to see your panties 'to make him feel better'

Jinbe

Will immediately shrug it off and say nothing is wrong 

Is very good at hiding his emotions 

May get annoyed if you question him too much - he only cares about the safety of the rest of the crew and shrugs off his own feeling as if they don't matter

Eventually will admit something is wrong but plays it off casually by adding his own words of reassurance and wisdom like he already knows how to fix his own problems

Accepts the hug and hugs back as if it is you needing the affection

Again will make sure you're okay and ends up reassuring you that he is here to help if you are ever sad

#doves requests #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #one piece sfw #luffy #luffy x reader #luffy scenario #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy scenario #zoro #zoro x reader #zoro scenario #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro scenario #sanji #sanji x reader #sanji scenario #nami #nami x reader #nami scenario #usopp #usopp x reader #usopp scenario #chopper #tony tony chopper #robin

[sweet-hearts-and-destiny-knots]

Stumbled on your AU and it sounds SO COOL, the female protags often get sidelined and I really loved reading about them here! :D I was Immediately expecting Hikari to be full of ghosts or a time traveler with the comment about her way of speaking and bearing and it's so cool! ALSO man,,,I love protags being older than base game lets them be,,,,I love to see it

Question about your Hikari specifically; from what I can tell as Akari she is still in Hisui. Will she ever be able to make her way home? Or is it like a concurrent, conflicting timeline thing? I hope this doesn't sound mean dxfcgv I'm just really interested in how they work out in story!

Also if it IS a fall and then return, did she know the other protags prior? Does it change how she interacts with them? REALLY love that Leaf is as nonverbal as Red, that's something I really enjoy about Red that I like to see for her as well! Esp since Leaf Green was the first game I owned (borrowed my cousin's Blue for One [1] car ride but yeah) so I am especially attached to her as the protag. ;w; Green I am sure has no idea how to handle her sincere congratulations because that MAN he is....he sure is. XD

LOVE TO SEE SOME LOVE FOR FEARSOME POKEMON YOU GO KOTONEEEEE so so glad you still have Kris present as well, very attached to her dxfcvgbn

Me handshake Haruka I too want every single pokedoll in existence, what is her favorite pokedoll she has? Is there a story behind it? Has she ever learned how to make her own? Also LOVE to see a sea shantier, heck yeah. Does she have a favorite shanty? Or favorite vibe of shanty I guess dxcfvbghn LOVE that Touka suplexes Boldores, has she always had that strength or did she have to slowly run a gauntlet of suplexing Pokemon until she got there? Did she ever suplex a train- I saw you're a fan of ferriswheelshipping and I enjoy that your Touko and N both share the desire to protect innocents, is it maybe something they bond over?

I feel Mei's clumsiness on a deep level because I swear I run into things every DAY, at least she has someone to keep her from getting hurt too badly. XD I really like that she's both doing Pokemon things and looking for her prince; in a lot of media I feel like one is often sidelined for the other, and it's nice to see what looks like it'll be a healthy mix! Also I have to ask, do her Enamorus attempts end in success or catastrophe? Who has she most famously [or infamously] gotten together?

Love what you've done with Serena as well! Does she ever Rhyhorn race herself?

AND WE LOVE A GHOSTY PRANKSTER as someone who just Absorbs behaviors from those around me I really really enjoy the thought of someone doing that with ghost Pokemon. And love the callback to the hex maniac line heheheheheeee

RIP GLORIA YOU ARE NEVER GONNA RECOVER FROM THAT ONE OH NOOOOOOO but love the use of valiant bcus it's not used enough and it also like. Paints a picture. Like in a crisis, this Gloria would stare it down and do everything to avert it, and I really like that.

I've barely even touched Paldea szdxcfvg so I know nothing about it BUT love a straight A scholar, and I love Juliana's naming scheme too! Does she have any favorite courses? Any specific part of Pokemon research she may enjoy?

ANYWAY THIS GOT. REALLY LONG. I'M SORRY. But I also gotta ask my favorite question for any Pokeoc/Pokeau, which is what is everyone's favorite Pokemon type and why is it Bug type

FEEL FREE to not answer all my rambles sdfxcggvh I know it's a lot, but I really love what I saw on the protags page and I wanted to know more! :D

I agree that the protagonists are prone to being sidelined; it's been a steadily increasing occurrence ever since character customization was introduced to the series. That's actually one of several reasons why I began this blog!

These girls are so very important to me.

Now, to address your Hikari-related question: Hikari, or rather Akari, is determined to return to her time, reunite with her companions (both human and Pokémon), and continue striking terror into the hearts of challengers as Sinnoh's ruthless Champion. But she may tempt a boy into following her home, though...

And yes! Akari has in fact met the other protagonists prior to being sent to the Hisuian era! The narration of the story I'm currently writing even mentions a few of the other girls, showing that she does indeed know them, and well enough to apparently be familiar with some of their various quirks.

All of them meet one another sometime shortly after the events of Black 2 and White 2, at the World Tournament in Driftveil City. It's sort of similar to that scene in Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, a collective realization of "You're like me...(!!)"

But about Hikari's/Akari's manner of speech. This is something I'm struggling with somewhat, since I'm afraid that what's written in her character profile may be misleading. I'm aiming to give her an elegant way of speaking, but this is more meant to allude to her not sounding unusual at all when she's swept away to Hisui - which ironically only makes her seem even more suspicious to those like Kamado.

My decision for Leaf to also be mostly nonverbal was partly because it sounded interesting to write, but also because I wanted to try a different approach with a silent character - normally they're depicted as shy or standoffish, but Leaf isn't either. She's as vibrant as can be, and loves to interact with people.

Kotone's team isn't set in stone yet, but aside from Eva, her Typhlosion, she has a Gyarados (Carmen), and I would love to give her a Tyranitar too! All three quite fearsome!

And Kris taking the role of Kotone's friendly rival - I dislike adapting characters out, I want to give a role to everyone, especially the first female protagonist in the series. Even though she's the friendly rival, Kris is intended to be just as tough of a challenge as Silver - she has the starter weak to Kotone's, which is a Chikorita, but she very quickly covers her partner's weakness.

Haruka doesn't exactly play favorites with her Poké Dolls; each is a valuable member of her plushie family! She freaks out if even one is unaccounted for. About her sea shanties, she does have a few she's fond of, like 'Paldean Ladies', and one that you may be familiar with that goes something like,

"O'er across the ocean's tide Rays of sunshine far and wide Wingull they sing of cheerful things, in circles passing by!"

Not a sea shanty, but she also enjoys singing 'Rainbow Connection'.

Touko's strength is tied to her passion to protect the innocent! It all began when she was young - she would beat up anyone that bullied Bianca or her "baby brother" Touya. Her having Pokémon now doesn't really stop her from pummeling people (or trying to), though-

She and N, while they're connected on wanting to protect innocents, throughout the events of Black and White, they constantly butt heads on the best method to do that. Touko also calls him "geek boy" after hearing him speak math one time.

Mei's most notable attempt at playing Enamorus... well, I'm certain if you think about it long enough, you'll figure it out!

Serena enjoys Rhyhorn riding more as a recreational activity rather than something to seriously pursue. It's more like Rhyhorn strolling when she's on the back of one.

Mizuki is meant to be this girl in FireRed and LeafGreen!

Another reason she admires Leaf is because she didn't even so much as flinch when she and her Ghost-type pal pranked her. Her eyes just widened in surprise, no scream as expected!

As for Gloria's past crush, Hop is a good boy and lets sleeping Yamper lie. But her big brother Victor... "But Leon, you CAN'T go! I LOOOOVE you!" And he carries on until she has to slap him-

Juliana doesn't have a favorite class because she loves everything about her academic experience. But Director Clavell is her favorite member of the staff.

Everyone's preferred type? Well, I wouldn't say anybody has one since their teams are relatively balanced. Haruka and Kotone show appreciation for Bug-types, though!

This response has gotten rather lengthy as well, but thank you for showing such interest in Sisterhood!

#Leaf #Kotone #Haruka #Hikari #Touko #Mei #Serena #Mizuki #Gloria #Akari #Juliana #Kris #Pokémon: Sisterhood

[zazzander]

Did you enjoy tsats? I've seen you posting and rebloggin some critics, but was the book enjoyable?

So I haven't actually finished the book yet but at this point... I'm not sure that I will. But I have a lot of thoughts anyway. And I've been reblogging the posts that match up with my own reading experience (mostly because it's becoming clear the book continues to follow this pattern I've already noticed, so I'm not concerned about spoilers anymore).

The thing is, I went into the book with low expectations. I'm not a big fan of Will Solace - though I like the Apollo cabin in general. I was really hoping to pick up the book be shown why I should like Will. Instead, I got a character assassination. Will is flawed, and I appreciate those flaws, but not in the way Oshiro (and it was clearly Oshiro at this point) protrayed them.

I was actually prepared for the mismatched lore and some minor retcons - because every Riordan book includes those! Plus, I'm not opposed to a character-based narrative, in fact, I generally prefer stories with a lot of angst and drama. I also wasn't bothered by the lovey-dovey way Will and Nico interact, I found it sweet.

Unforunately, the book, on a technical level, is poorly written. For one, the central metaphor of the story "darkness vs light" is not done well. It lacks concrete examples.

Is it about their powers? It shouldn't be - that dynamic is more about "death vs life" than anything else. If that is the case - it's odd that Will reacting to "death energy" now. Other characters found Nico's "death energu" creepy, Will found it cool. So the entire conflict wouldn't be in character, that's what the metaphor is angling towards (again, it seems purposefully misleading to rebrand "death vs life" to "darkness vs light").

Is it about their personalities? It could be. Nico often describes Will as unfailing kind in this book, always smiling, always warm. It harkens back to Nico's description of Will as a chill cat bathing in the sunlight. Now, we all know that Will isn't like this, at his heart. The flaws beneath that persona could be his "darkness". However, Nico seems to hate that part of Will. The part that's arrogant, that sees his way of doing things as best, etc. Furthermore, Nico is apparently "all darkness" to Will, but like... what does that mean? Nico is a bleeding heart, he's giving and he's caring, and does Will not realise that? Like, if that's the case, why are they dating? How have they been dating for an entire year and Will doesn't know that? It's just... not good.

But that's not where the problems end. The pacing is slow, the entire book drags. I feel like the characters the couple run into don't push the drama / angst as far as it should, considering this is a book focused on that. There are many more characters who could show where Nico and Will's worldviews fundamentally misalign!

Finally, this is an example of a wider plot / set-up issue: Will's backpack. At the start of the adventure, Will fills a large backpack with "stuff". The only real item we're told about is a Sun Lamp. That's an issue, because if we don't know what's in the backpack there's less chance that Will will actually use the stuff inside. And if he does use any items, it will feel contrived. Furthermore, by this point in the book, Oshiro seems to have forgotten that Will is lugging a heavy bag around. When Will gets tired he doesn't mention it nor Nico does offer to carry the bag.

We know that Will has never been on a proper quest, but he has fought in three wars at this point. He is a veteran! I think the backpack would have been an excellent opporunity to show Will's character and experience. Maybe he knows that he tends to freak out in battle when he doesn't know what he should be doing (if someone's injured then, well, it's obvious his job to fix them) - so he's overcompensating.

Have Will pick up items from various campers as he prepares to go. Maybe he gets grenades from Clarisse, traps from Cecil, a magical flare gun from Lou Ellen. There - now we know what Will is taking to the underworld. We are also reminded of Will's friends at camp. And these items would help make Will more useful! Instead of giving Will random new powers, just... have him use the items he brought with him!

I have no idea if Will does, in fact, pull something out of his bag at some point. But at this point, I'm really doubtful.

((I actually have so many more issues with this book but these are some examples))

I hope you don't mind the rant! I really did go into this book with an open mind - I was really to give it a chance. But pretty much every writing choice Oshiro made is one I disagree with, and that's hard to put aside.

#tsats spoilers #tsats critical #anti tsats

[paperstorm]

One tarlos “conflict” that I would like to see is Carlos overprotective-ness clashing with sick/hurt!TK who is already very sensitive & guilty about his slow recovery and needing Carlos for almost everything

The little scenario in my head is Carlos getting more protective over tk after what happened to Gabriel and there being some small arguments between them regarding this whole “u don’t have to be so protective over me” Tk what were you thinking doing xxxx/going xxx” thingy which gets resolved fast but is still a “gaping chasm” between them (using tk words 😂)

And then something happened to tk and he’s seriously hurt/sick, Carlos protectiveness upgraded to the premium version. Tk’s guilt and sensitiveness gets built up with each passing day where he’s still not making any progress to his recovery and with Carlos mother-henning him (kinda like how Wyatt reacted to Judd?)

Maybe at first tk would still find it funny when 126 tease him as “princess” for Carlos carrying around everywhere in the tarloft. But he starts spiralling when he don’t see any improvements and guilty that Carlos has to help him with even simple tasks. Tk gets upset and rejects Carlos help for certain things, stubbornly tried to do some things by himself, falls badly and they have a deep conversation about this (Tk apologising for his stubbornness & Carlos apologising for his overly mother-henning)

And then eventually they resolved this issue and tk makes a full recovery :)))

I think the soulmates scene is already an indication of how tk would feel if there ever comes a time where he needs Carlos taking care of him over a long/slow period of recovery.

(Anyway at this point Tim must have already finished the script since they are starting in February according to the rumours? I wonder what he has in store for them hmmmmmm I hope it’s more interesting than S4 because S4 they were just preparing for their wedding and not doing much until the Gabriel thing happens. I want drama that solidifies their love even more)

Oh I love all of this 🥺🥺 I do enjoy episodes where their traumas and insecurities bump up against each other in ways that make them bristle and then talk and learn each other on an even deeper level.

#911ls asks #also there is just a little bit of this dynamic happening in my tag for Push #not to this extent but the spirit of it

[mysteriawrites]

Hiya! 

I hope I’m not too late! But if I am, then please feel free to ignore this or throw this out the window—your choice!

Anyways, Hello! Please call me Eris [they/her]. I would like to request a romantic matchup for both Oshi No Ko and Genshin Impact!

For some information to make your job easier, I am an ESTP and a Scorpio—also bisexual with a penchant for ladies!

Personality-wise, it's a bit tricky to explain. To new people, I come off as polite but cold. Especially if they are older than me, I mean them no harm, truly!

However, for my friends and loved ones, I do a complete 180! I love to shower them with affection, may it be gifts, words, actions, or anything! (I am also quite playful, chatty, and witty!)

I also love to have light-hearted banter. (Though, I do tend to find sarcasm flying over my head, so... oops?) Helping people is also something I enjoy doing, especially if it is something I am good at. (Which is usually just editing people’s essays or helping them out in English in general.)

As for hobbies, I don’t think I have that many. Reading and writing are my main hobbies. But, at the core of it, I enjoy creating and sharing my stories with people. Thus making me a fan of any medium that can do that, i.e., art, acting, or hell, even clay sculptures!

I don’t want to go too deep, so I’ll keep this as short and sweet as possible. I have trouble with my self-esteem, and how I cope is to internalize it and hide it from others. This causes me to not speak up about my emotions, instead bottling them up. Thus resulting in building a steady amount of resentment until it explodes.

However, my anger is usually quite short and only really lasts for a few hours at worst, so I usually take a day off or two to collect my thoughts. After that, I do go apologize to the persona and try to make up!

Anyways! Moving on~!

Sorry for the long request; this is my second time asking for a match, and I think my first one is being worked on. I don’t know; maybe it was thrown out the window? Anyhow! I hope you enjoy this request, and if you don’t, you know what to do!

Hello Hello thank you for the request. I don't remeber receiving an ask from you, I'd have to double check but I'm pretty sure the tumblr goblins ate it or something. (Also it is preferable for me for people to send me too different asks if they're gonna ask for multiple fandoms because I make mine real long so If you could send a second one for genshin that would be great) Now on to the matchup...DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

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ARIMA KANA!!!

(Fair warning I’ve only seen the anime and the anime isn’t finished yet so if i may be writing Kana a bit surface level here i apologize)

You and Kana are that cute rivals to lovers trope. Ever since you were young you two have been competing to reach the top of the industry to share your talent and passions with the world.

You met as two child actors auditioning for the same role when you were 2 or 3 years old. Two up and coming actors going for the same role of course led to some conflict of course.

Kana was confident that she would get the role over you due to being a “child acting prodigy”. You just nodded your head and went along with whatever she was saying (it wasn’t a huge film so there weren’t a lot of other girls auditioning so you two had a lot of time to spend together during the process). Apparently, she didn’t like that you seemed to be ignoring her ravings and deemed it a (one sided) competition between you two to prove a point.

To her dismay however, when it was your turn to audition you caused everyone’s jaws (including her’s) to drop and the directors immediately chose you without a second thought. From that day on a fire was lit with in Kana that one day she would surpass you and now you were rivals. You on the other hand didn’t think your performance was that great and didn’t understand why Kana was so determined to compete with you.

Years passed, you and Kana were moving up from child actors to rising stars. As you and Kana got more roles your self-esteem started to get in the way. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her and her success. You didn’t understand what she saw in you worthy of deeming you a rival when she was so blindingly brilliant. But instead of making you feel worse about yourself, it made you determined to be better; to be worthy of being her rival.

You two finally met face to face again when you got into Yoto High’s performing arts program, and your rivalry was burning as intensely as ever. You two met up on the roof one day after class to catch up after the last few years. Despite having spent so long apart it wasn’t awkward at all, on the contrary it was full of laughs and fond memories. However, when you two were about to leave you talked about your resolve to not lose to the other (because dramatic).

When it was time for the biggest production of the year you both auditioned for the same part just like all those years ago. However, this time was different, this time she got the lead; and you were her love interest…

Despite the awkwardness you two were determined to stick to your parts. So, you two started to spend more time after school to make your performance as a couple more believable, going on “dates”, holding hands, and flirting. Although as time went on whenever you practiced particular flirtatious lines or holding each other intimately, it started to get hard and harder to tell whether the feelings were real or just acting…

When the night of the play finally arrived, you two performed amazingly. The two were so moved by your (powerful homosexual energy) realistic performance and (sexual tension) moving emotions you brought the audience to tears. And when you reached the kiss scene; you, Kana, and the audience all knew that that kiss was real. You got a standing ovation for your performance.

After the performance you and Kana pronounced your feelings for each other. That you would be each other’s forever rival and no one could ever compare.

You and Kana become such a sweet couple that it rots the teeth. You hold hands, have fancy dinner dates, cuddle in the park, cover each other in kisses, and and have gift giving wars.

When Kana joins the new B Komichi you support her every part of the way and try to help them get new members and advertise. You decided to stay an actress, but you used your connections to help get B Komichi some attention. When Kana was feeling insecure about being the front woman of the group, you reassured her that she was perfect for the role. She does the same for you whenever you’re feeling insecure about getting the lead in a film or show (which has been happening a lot because you’re that good).

Of course the paparazzi eats that up and stalks your relationship like crazy, but because you’re both famous people are a lot more supportive of it (cause the world is fucked up like that).

All and all you guys are cute and perfect for each other. You pick each other up and encourage one another to grow and be better performers and people.

Wow I got really carried away with this one. This ended up being heavily based on Revue Starlight (Maya Tendo x Claudine Saijo in episode 10 specifically good show highly recommend). I hope you like it I had a lot of fun with this one and I'm really proud of it.

Runners Up: no one because I like this pairing it's perfect.

#oshi no ko #multi fandom blog #multifandom #multifandom account #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #matchups #multifandom x reader #multifandom imagines #kana arima #arima kana #oshi no ko x reader

[firsttarotreader]

Hi! I was watching some old interviews and noticed P had more confidence during certain times, very specific times. 👀 I thought of a question for the cards. Would he become more confident in himself if he scored a super hot woman, even for something casual? You can ask for super hot men too, of course! 🤗

Hello! I asked the cards your question, obviously hypothetically speaking, if he would feel genuinely confident in himself if he scored a hot woman. Then I asked for the hot men, always having in mind that this is about potential, as we don’t know for sure who he scores or doesn’t score. 😅 For the women, the first pull was the King of Swords, Queen of Swords and The Star.

We start with a pair of King and Queen here. The King means he would feel possibly like some sort of “Master of Sex” if he scored a super hot woman. He would feel like he knows what he’s doing, confident, someone who could take control, call the shots, and show the amazing lover he knows how to be. Very domineering and having a sense of control. The Queen is his equal in a way, seen as also a “Master of Sex”, but hard to get. He feels like he’s on the same level as her, wise, skilled, smart. The Star shows him feeling optimistic, hopeful, confident, believing he could do anything he tried to do.

The second pull was the 3 of Coins, Judgement and Ace of Coins. So, 3 of Coins represents that mutual pleasure, being physically compatible. If he managed to please the lady (and he would know just how to because he would be THE top shagger lol), he would feel complete and successful. He would make of it his life mission too. With that, Judgement points to him willing to experiment, to try new things, and feeling like a brand new version of himself. The Ace of Coins is about unlimited potential. An earthy, physical, sexual potential that increases his confidence in himself and echoes the feeling of being the luckiest most “prosperous” man ever. The sex will be out of this world!

So yeah, from these cards, if he happened to score a super hot woman, his confidence would possibly skyrocket. When I asked for the really hot men, the first pull was the 3 of Swords, The Chariot and Death.

Funnily enough, 3 of Swords would point to some kind of blockage and even… insecurity and fears. The Chariot followed by Death makes me think that he would really need to take control, to take the reins and have things be his way. Then there would be space for the intense sexual drive that would lead to the Little Death, which would be intense as fuck.

The second pull was the 5 of Wands, 3 of Coins (I had mixed all the cards together again) and The World. Another funny thing is this kind of card like the 5 of Wands keeps coming up in his readings with men. That one is a conflict card, he feels this other guy like a rival, someone he needs to conquer and “win”, like an ego contest. 3 of Coins is, again, the need to pleasure the partner, to go physically well together, to show the other the top shagger he is, and enjoy that mutual pleasure. If he managed to find that compatibility, the result would be The World. He would get the best “ending”, satisfying and fulfilling, but also peaceful.

You can see the interesting subtleties and differences between these two genders. He would possibly feel more confident with the hot women, but with the hot men you can see this intense need to dominate and please and by doing so, he feels like he’s the shit, he is left with a lot of pleasure and the sense of “mission accomplished” in the end. That could be a boost to his confidence anyway, right? 😅

#s*x #casual s*x #relationship #confidence #self confidence #Readings

[rawliverandgoronspice]

For context, I believe Rauru’s Hyrule is a “new” Hyrule founded after the past version(s) fell long in the past (allowing it to exist in any timeline, etc)

I was thinking about Ganondorf and reincarnation. My theory naturally implies TOTK Ganondorf is not literally The Same Dude from OOT that all the other appearances of Ganon(dorf) are. Well, except maybe Four Swords Adventures, but that’s kinda vague. Uh, anyway

The conversation that naturally crops up when it comes to reincarnation in the Zelda series is the touchy subject that is Demise’s Curse and what it actually means on a practical level. People tend to interpret it to either mean Ganondorf is a literal reincarnation of Demise, or an incarnation of Demise’s hatred. But I really don’t think so.

Demise’s curse specifically states that “an incarnation of my hatred shall ever follow your kind, dooming them to wander a blood-soaked sea of darkness for all time!” The obvious way to interpret this is the idea that some Big Evil Guy will pop up now and again to toss a bowling ball at Hyrule and knock a few pins over until some kid in green PJs comes along and smacks them around a bit, but I really don’t think it’s meant to be nearly that literal. Mostly because it would remove literally all agency from Ganondorf. Which is lame. And also, it kinda doesn’t make sense? Not every conflict in Hyrulean history involves Ganondorf. Hyrule has quite the blood-soaked sea of darkness all on its own, no Ganondorf required. Even ignoring all the stuff involving Vaati, there’s the Hyrulean Civil War, which, granted, is implied to have potentially involved the Gerudo, but very likely had several different players, and it was the Hylians who were clearly taking power, as they’re the ones who eventually wound up on top.

All of this to say, I think the incarnation of Demise’s hatred is less Ganondorf and more just the general greed and desire for power that those who inhabit Hyrule may feel. That Ganondorf happens to really enjoy having power simply makes him an obvious example, but by that same token it paints many of the various monarchs and royals in Hyrulean history in a similar light. It also means that those who fall prey to this are still perfectly in control of their own actions. They are culpable, and still complex people rather than just being the literal incarnations of evil. It also means that the fact that Ganondorf can reincarnate is less to do with being Demise reborn and more to do with him just having an exceptionally strong will and spirit all on his own

That said, I am Not a good Analyst and I’m mostly throwing spaghetti at the wall and hoping something sticks. So uh dear smart person who is also a big Ganondorf fan does any of this spaghetti stick

Heyy thank you so much for this ask, it's super interesting!

I agree that the curse being more about light beckoning darkness, and stability demanding upheaval just like absolute order leads to death just as surely as entropy does, feels very appropriate and binds the entire series together.

I also think this Ganondorf being a different dude, and the kingdom of Hyrule being one of its many versions, makes the most sense (even if I'm a little sad because my favorite part of Ganondorf is how his arc pans out across several games, I think the gaps between each game nourish him into a more interesting version of himself and I'm sad this one loses all the previous buildup of content --even if that makes sense, his last version was 17 years ago so okay I guess.....)

I've seen takes that say that TotK is the real, historical version of the legends that are Ocarina of Time, A Link to the Past and even perhaps Skyward Sword... and I'm really not on board personally. Not because they're Wrong to think that, it might even be what Nintendo is going for tbh, but it just comes down to me believing this version of the events is so much weaker and less rich than the legends they're based on, and that kind of doesn't make sense to me that reality would be even more black and white and drab than the way people (especially the victors) would have retold the story to each other? Again, I think that's really the heart of why TotK is not landing with me: if you recovering your past leads to you being coddled in what you already and always believed, then the world feels crazy claustrophobic to me? It's just not how these things tend to happen in real life, so if it does here... it's suffocating? Inescepable, almost?

(I mean Zelda always had this vibe of being pretty existentially horrifying when unpacked for two seconds, but I think this iteration pushes it to unprecedented heights)

#tloz #totk #totk spoilers #oot #alltp #skyward sword #ganondorf #meta #thoughts #asks #thank you so very much for this ask and the kind words!!!!! #I think you're spot on #at least I resonate a lot with this approach

[siriuslysatorusimping]

This may be a little long, sorry 😅

Life has been hectic lately, but your posts and stories never fail to bring a smile to my face. Even the angsty bits make me excited, simply because I get to enjoy the world and characters you built from JJK.

I hope you're doing okay, and start to feel even better. Same for all of our other Another Level friends.

About wanting to be done with Another Level - Please don't feel like you have to write for Another Level if you're feeling burnt out. Work on fluffy pieces, Physical Paradox, or anything that suits your fancy. Don't force yourself to crank stuff out if you need to rest, especially angst because that definitely weighs you down after a while.

Anyways, you always shine a bright spot on my day, whether it's an update or just responses to one of us. If you need any kind of break, you deserve one. We'll be here for whatever you dish out and whenever you're ready.

❤️❤️❤️ Lots of love to you ❤️❤️❤️

You are too kind 🥺 (but please don't stop 😂)

Thank you so much for reading! It genuinely brings a smile to my face every time I see comments and messages about any of my writing 🥹

I will definitely be working on some fluffy pieces and Physical Paradox 😊 I'm just honestly so ready to be at the fluffy pieces for after we've finished all the conflict of canon for Another Level. I'm ready for the happily ever after 😂😂

I might be taking a small break from Another Level, but we'll see!

Thank you again for sending this, it really made my day and honestly helped get my creative juices flowing. My lil inspiration fairies are going wild right now thanks to you!!

Lots of love to you and everyone in our amazing lil corner of the internet that we've carved for ourselves 💕

#kiko rants #sweet asks #for kiko's rainy days #another level

[thesherrinfordfacility]

hehe im the muslim anon here again!! [waves] we have a few similarities with good omens :0 there's the story of job! we call him ayyub and he's a prophet, not just a devout worshipper, but its functionally the same story. islam and christianity share a lot of stories because we have the same important people so to speak and so there's a lot of overlap in the biblical stories we see in good omens :)

what you said about aziraphale potentially being raphael really interests me though! especially since metatron (who in islam is called the guardian of the veil and is the only one who knows about the beyond - sounds godlike but is decidedly Not.) said "we need an angel of your talents [to bring about the second coming]" so the dots.. they are connecting...

though i will say that israfil doesn't bring about the second coming in islam; he blows the trumpet (twice) to bring about armageddon. we also have a version of the second coming, but our jesus/isa lives at least 40 years on earth and dies before the world ends. (i do not think thats the same in christianity uh but. my two cents! not sure what they are worth, but you can have them anyway) - 🌙 (is it ok if i sign off with that? just because i feel like i might want to say more things in future heh)

hello again, lovely!!!✨ welcome back! (and of course, sign off with whatever you like!!! thou shall be my 🌙 anon - im curating a little group of specific anons, it seems!!!💕)

also, i hope it's okay that i might ask a few more questions - i promise i will do my own reading, but i find personally it's easier for me to have some general context, and then go into more detail in my further research, and helps me not fall down the dreaded research rabbit-hole... so hope that's alright with you!!!

re: book of job, etc: that's again really fascinating (and just shows my complete ignorance of religion in general tbh) - to learn that there is indeed that level of crossover, but given they're abrahamic actually it should have been a bit more obvious to me (bit of a duh moment, there!).

metatron: now that is... intriguing. so, if metatron is definitely not at any deific level, does his knowledge of (from what im understanding?) the state beyond death make him omniscient? does Allah also know what lies beyond the veil - and if so, is Allah considered omniscient too? because from your previous ask where Islam (again, please correct me if im entirely misunderstanding this) encourages free will, wouldn't that potentially conflict with omniscience? or is Allah omniscient but resolutely 'hands-off' in letting humanity make choices and ergo mistakes?

so sorry - barrage of questions there! free will is a very interesting philosophical concept for me and one ive ruminated on a lot, so to have an alternative view is really helpful!!!

re: israfil: aaaah i just read back my previous answer; i had meant the day of judgement, not resurrection, my bad! but cool, thank you for clarifying about the second coming anyway!!! so if the second coming does somewhat exist in islam, does it not in fact precipitate the day of judgement? if not, is there any particular trigger (ie an equivalent of the second coming) that triggers israfil to blow the trumpet? or is it simply the order from Allah straight into the main act, so to speak? and actually, just out of curiosity, is there significance attached to two trumpet blows, as opposed to - say - just one?

thank you so much again 🌙 anon, im really enjoying learning from you!!!✨ (and feel free to nope out if you get fed up with the questions, totally understandable!!!)

#LWA anon and now 🌙 anon!!! #good omens #ask #second coming/last judgement theory #raphael spec

[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 4

Hi ho cheerio, friendos, I got another chapter here for ya! You know the drill, full text under the cut, and hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The hum of the car’s motor filled the silence between a discontented Jack and the short passenger beside him.

“...”

“...”

The young girl’s legs could barely reach past the edge of her car seat, nor did her eye level reach far over the side car window, but she was entranced nonetheless by the passing scenery around her.

Jack had a bad feeling about all this, but what could he do? He was resigned to the position Dave had forced him into.

Fredbear have mercy on that eggplant’s soul the moment Jack next laid his eyes on him.

“...”

Jack thought of striking up some banter, but nothing seemed natural to bring up. She wouldn’t be able to respond verbally anyway.

“...Roll down the window if you want. Handle’s over by you.”

He looked over.

No response from the hypnotized girl.

“...”

He turned his eyes back to the road.

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Jack locked the front door behind them, letting Pruny enter the house before him. She stood there in the middle of his living room, taking in her surroundings with interest.

“Stay here, I’m gonna bring out some blankets.”

He left her to her fascination with the grandfather clock as he headed for his room down the hallway.

As he reached the hallway though, Pruny ran over to catch up to him.

Jack hid a sigh and let her stick to his side.

He entered his room. There was only the one comforter on his bed; and when he checked his closet, he saw it was empty of all but clothes. Relocating so often, he never kept much stuff beyond the stingy necessities.

…Jeez.

He went to the bathroom and pulled some folded towels from under the sink; they’d have to be better than nothing at this rate.

“Here’s the bathroom if you need it by the way.”

But then he stopped and considered:

“Do you– How about this: why don’t you shower up, and I’ll go make us dinner?”

With a moment of consideration, she shyly consented.

“You’re… good on your own, right? Just use the bar soap, dry off when you’re done, put on that new shirt…?”

She nodded.

Thank god.

He started the shower for her.

“Alright, uhh, if you need me– I don’t know, scream at the top of your lungs or something.”

And with her acknowledgement, he closed the bathroom door behind him, leaving her to it.

...And then he collapsed against the hallway wall and sighed out the conflicted tension he’d been ignoring in front of her.

…Fuck…

He stayed against that wall, reviewing his thoughts for a savored minute of privacy.

“...”

But then with a concluding sigh, he finally pushed himself back on his feet.

“Alright… grilled cheese…”

So to the kitchen he went. There’s no way he wouldn’t have the ingredients on hand.

Jack entered the room, and then time suddenly stopped.

“...”

The motherfucker sat there across the kitchen, leaning against the counter, smiling knowingly back at him.

Jack made a mad scramble for his ridiculous neck.

Yet Dave casually intercepted both of his struggling wrists and held them at bay in front of him as he cheerfully greeted:

“Why hello there, old sport!”

“–the FUCK’d you leave her behind with me!?”

“Chillax, pal, I think you’re overreactin’ just a bit.”

“–gonna skin you ALIVE, Aubergine–!”

“Jeez, aren’t you a piece o’ work tonight! Listen, old–”

“–Get out of my house, and take her with you!”

“Oh come on, don’t be fuckin’ stupid! I already told you I ain’t got anywhere to take her to!”

He let go of a slightly less feral Jack.

“‘Sides, look how much she’s warmed up to ya! You really gonna just dump her off outta the blue like that after inviting her into your home!?”

“You’re the one who dumped her off onto me, scumbag!

Now take her and leave, or I walk.”

“Old sport, I don’t understand. Why’re you so sore about this? Don’t tell me you hate Pruny that much?”

“This has nothing to do with her.”

“R-Really? Then why–”

“I’m not taking care of another kid and that’s final.”

“‘–a-another’...?”

Jack winced at his Freudian slip.

“Sportsy, you’re not… a father–?”

“Drop it.

“But–”

“Get your ass off my oven so I can make dinner.”

“S-Sure, but– I already took care o’ that for ya! Least I could do!”

“What.”

“Even set the table and everything!”

Jack turned around to see the table with three plates of dark brown rectangles accompanied by glasses of what he presumed to be tap water.

“Y-You…”

Closer inspection of their “dinner” disconcerted Jack.

“What the hell did you DO to–!? Why Pop-Tarts!?”

“Heh heh! Not bad, eh–”

“–They’re CHARRED!”

“Yeah, ‘xactly!”

“WHAT D’YOU MEAN, ‘XACTLY’!?”

“Everything’s tastiest well-done!”

“Who raised you like this!?”

“Ah, no one in particular! Now quit yer belly-aching and just–”

“No no nosiree, you’re gonna take that so-called ‘dinner’ and go while I make us something that’s actually edible!”

��...Wait, so you– you’ll let her stay then?”

“Leave.”

“Son of a gun, you do have a heart rattlin’ around in there!”

“Tch–!”

Jack threw a Pop-Tart at him in lieu of a retort as he turned around for the fridge.

“Well, alright, if you reeeaallly don’t want me here t’ help out, then I supposed I’ll just be on m–

OH– Pruny, that shirt looks GREAT on you!~”

Jack looked back to see Dave looking down at the wet child who was leaned up against the wall corner in her horribly oversized shirt. Jack feared how long she might have been eavesdropping, although–

“Sw– Sweetie, you need to turn the shower off when you’re done–!”

“...Sweetie.”

Jack resisted the urge to commit a crime of passion as he walked past Dave’s insufferable grin.

(Chapter 5) ->

#yay for husband spats! #also who's the mom and who's the dad? #well y'see Dave's the mom and Jack's the mom #dsaf fanfic #dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #davesport #jack kennedy #dsaf jack #dave miller #dsaf dave