#but also like. hm. maybe every ship i enjoy

[hwanchaesong]

omg i got a good idea for an ateez song imagine: like i can -sam smith.

idk who but alive you feel like could match the vibes best. im kinda thinking yunho or seonghwa but they could be so different like shsbvsjsnd ily

a/n: this is SO SO VERY LATE I APOLOGIZE. THIS HAS BEEN ON MY DRAFTS FOR TOO LONG. I HOPE YOU'LL STILL ENJOY IT THO. AGAIN, FORGIVE ME FOR POSTING THIS AFTER SO LONG 😭

also, let's make this a seonghwa x reader x yunho cuz y not

suggestive (kinda smutty) & angst, no fluff here. love triangle, and mentions of other sins are in here so read at your own risk. also mdni!

LIKE I CAN - SAM SMITH

Seonghwa's piercing gaze cuts through the plethora of people in the dance floor of the smoky club, straight onto your figure latched onto his nemesis.

Jeong fucking Yunho.

Out of all the other guys you can mess around with, you really had to go to the person he least expected.

Seems like you know how to play a game of terror.

He scoffs when he sees you giggle at the other man's whispered words, biting your lower lip when his hand drops on your exposed thighs, crawling higher until it had you closing your legs in a failed protest.

Oh, how he hates seeing you like this. Like you weren't chanting his name like a mantra a few days ago. Like you weren't panting for more in his sheets. Like he didn't carved your body to accommodate him and only him.

He smirked when he saw an opportunity to lock you in, watching you saunter towards the restroom, and he stood up himself, boldly following you in there.

You were minding your own business, not until someone rudely barged in, pinning you on the wall with their face dangerously close to yours.

"What the f-"

"Watch your words, babe."

You almost shrieked when the person that you don't wanna have an encounter with shows himself without any warning.

"Seonghwa?" you muttered his name, and the way you called him sent the blood rushing down in his member. He loved it whenever you sounded meek in his presence.

"Let me go. I don't have time for this shit." you said, voice firm and he was shocked at how confident you are.

Is this what that Yunho has been teaching you? After all his hard work in shaping you into his submissive baby girl. Oh, he has to remind you where you stand in here.

"I don't have time for your attitude, princess."

Seonghwa's hands went into your waist, pushing your lower half into his own while he sticks his leg in between your thighs, causing you to let out a small squeak when your clothed pussy rubbed against his jeans.

It sent you down the rabbit hole, back to zero when he's intoxicating you like this again.

How do you even escape from him?

Park Seonghwa, the guy that every girl wanted yet you had him as your trophy after a one night stand during a drunken stupor of his frat's party.

He was once a stranger that you glanced at, maybe once or twice, you couldn't remember but you do know that he made you laugh. He made you happy for a short while before giving you an entirely different kind of serotonin. One that you could acquire when the waves crash you into euphoria.

He showed you a world of situations that sailed on ships made of sands. Thus, it crumbles easily, making you seek a home made out of bricks, a shelter that winds cannot destroy.

Yet here he is, in all his glory, kissing you like there's no tomorrow.

"I thought you were better than this. Care to explain yourself princess, hm?" he mumbles against your bruised lips as he nibbles on it, his hands going over your breast to grope it rather harshly.

"I don't need to explain myself to you." you panted, clenched fists weakly punching his chest, but you both know that no matter what you do, his temptation would be difficult to resist.

You moaned when his mouth slid down to your neck, biting your sweet spot while his hand wandered onto your damp panties, circling your garment-clad clit, it had you thrashing around in his arms.

Seonghwa chuckled darkly, murmuring the exact words that had your knees buckling for him, "Oh my sweet, little princess. I think I have to remind you that no one can show you passion like I do."

---------------------------------------------------

You were quietly sitting on the bed, the television's volume nothing but white noises to you.

Then you slightly jumped on your spot when a splash of cold water dripped on your cheeks, "Ah!"

You glared at the perpetrator, fresh out of the shower.

"Yunho! You scared me!" you whined, making him chuckle at your adorable countenance.

"You are the one scaring me, actually. You're too silent. Is something bothering you?" he asks, concern lacing his voice as he sits beside you, landing a palm on your leg and tenderly massaging it, giving you a sense of solace.

Yunho really is something, you think.

With him, it feels like all your sins will be forgiven. A gentleman that could cleanse your soul, a once in a lifetime chance and you'd be a damn fool if you let him go.

But it does plague your mind, the way you let yourself be consumed by the demon when you already have yourself an honest man.

"It's nothing, it's just-" you began to speak, but you were astounded when he cut you off with a groundbreaking fact that's been eating you inside and out.

"Is it what happened in the party?"

You and that Park shithead Seonghwa, he thinks.

You looked at him, wide eyed and anxious but he only waved you off. Still, there's a mayhem of vibes that surrounds him, and you have no idea of what will happen next.

"Y/N, my love, you must take for an idiot no?" he sniggers, then halts to tilt your chin up and he leans onto you, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

He's another kind of poison, and a pattern seemed to click in your mind on what kind of men you are drawn to.

"Yunho, it's not like that." you tried defending yourself but he shushed you with a peck on the lips, his hands brushing your arms lightly until he reached your shoulders.

Goosebumps trailed on where he touched you, then he abruptly pushed you down the bed, eliciting a surprised gasp from you.

"Darling, it's okay." he reassures, positioning himself on top of you and discarding the towel around his waist. Droplets of water fell on you, soaking your shirt that he hoisted up, revealing your breasts to him, your nipples perking up at being exposed in cold air.

His warm hands explored your smooth skin while he inhaled your scent, smooching on the crook of your neck and his eyes squinted when he saw the remnants of Seonghwa's disgusting mark.

His fingers tickled your stomach, reaching for your tits and playing with your nipples, tugging on it and you felt yourself getting wet with his ministrations.

"Y-Yunho.." you mewled, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

He merely hummed before biting the same spot where Seonghwa soiled you, mumbling curses at the thought of that shitty fuck boy.

"It's okay," he repeats what he said a while ago, "because at the end of the day, you'll still come back to me. No one can show you heaven like I can."

He already has you, and in Yunho's perception, you are his. You belong to him, you belong with him.

Dwindling roads and outreached hands are presented to you, so, which one do you choose?

#ateez imagines #ateez #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez fanfic #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez reactions #jeong yunho #yunho #yunho imagines #jeong yunho imagines #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #yunho fluff #yunho angst #yunho scenarios #yunho x reader #yunho hard thoughts #park seonghwa #seonghwa #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa smut #seonghwa fluff #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa hard thoughts #park seonghwa imagines

[sinning-23]

Surface (Sanji x Mermaid!Reader)

Hey everyone! This is part of themermaid/siren series with all the opla/op characters uhhh this one may or may not be a two parter but I actually really like how it turned out! Enjoy!

Warnings: none, jsut some kissing at the end lol

Your father had warned you about humans. He said they were cruel and unkind. Barbaric creatures filled with greed. Of course, you knew he was right, having seen countless pirates raid ships and leave behind sunken treasures for you to collect.

However, among your most recent attempt at running away, you found yourself hiding beneath a mysterious doc. It was dark but also...kind of quiet. Too quiet, and if you knew your humans, it's that they were far from that.

All the boats from earlier were long gone and all you could hear was bickering from inside. You curse yourself for not having your legs yet but quickly hide when the door bursts open. Out storms a taller-looking young man, his sleeves rolled up his forearms as he lights what you had learned long ago was a cigarette.

Your eyes glow with the light briefly. He's pretty, his brows furrowed in anger as he mutters to himself. Something along the lines of "That's idiot..." and "I'd rather die than serve that." The water moves around you when you try to move closer and his gaze flickers to you.

First it's fear, he scoots away, startled that you had been watching him. In turn, the action frightens you and you dive beneath the surface, feeling like swimming away was foolish considering you'd been spotted and the whole point of running away was to not go back to where you ran from...well swam in this case.. His voice is muffled with the water but you peak just above the source to hear him a little better.

"I-Im sorry if I scared you, are you alright?" He hums, leaning over the edge as you place your hands over the top of his, using your upper body strength to lift upwards. There was no such thing as personal space with how close you were, noses were centimeters away.

He swallows hard, the cigarette long discarded but you can smell the tobacco on his lips. Speaking of which those looked awfully pretty, slightly pink and glossy as his face seemed to brighten with a nice hue of red. You pull yourself further out of the water, resulting in him scooting back.

At this point, you might as well be straddling him with the way your arms cage him in this one spot. You still didn't answer his question but that didn't matter. Your father would kill you if he saw how close you were to this human. Your lips part as you go to speak but you can't seem to form words when he's pushing wet hair from your face to reveal more of it to him.

"Much better." He hums, swallowing hard at your features. Were all mermaid this beautiful?

"What is this place?" You finally ask, looking over the shape of the building in awe. You fin flops over the deck the slapping making him flinch a bit but he soon focuses backto answeitn your question.

"It's a resturant, angel fish." He hums, making you snap your gazse back to him.

"I'm not angel fish? You've met my her? She doesn't even like the surface! Wait 'til I tell-"

His laugh stops your rant and he shakes his head. It's obvious any flirting or metaphor would go right over your head. Maybe they used different expressions under the sea.

"It's not funny! Call me Y/n! I'm a Princess you know! My father rules the sess!" You boast, despite knowing you practically went AWOL on the whole royalty thing.

"Well Princess, why aren't you at your castle? Hm?" He questions making you narrow your gaze. Sure he was cute but how dare he question royalty?!

_____________1 week_______________

You didn't expect to find yourself falling for the blonde. Every day he would come out for his smoke breaks and talk to you, tell you about the kitchen inside, share his food with you, and even tell you about his dream...which you found particularly interesting considering that's where you came from. You keep that bit to yourself though.

One evening, the blond who you had come to learn was named Sanji took his usual break with you, your head resting in your hands as you listened to him talk. You had found yourself doing everything all merfolk were forbidden of...Falling in love.

It didn't exist where you came from...well at least that's what your father said. And it was partially why you left. Maybe Sanji could tell you more about it? You swallow down any anxieties and speak, seeing his gaze grow ever more fond wherever you open your mouth. You'd probably never know this, but Sanji thought your voice was the most beautiful sound in the entire ocean.

"Sanji, tell me more about love." You ask, seeing his face go red again.

That was always so funny to you, humans, and how they change colors. But he was special, you liked to think he only turned red when he talked to you. You wouldn't be wrong.

"U-Uh weel, what about it?" He chokes, leaning against a wooden post as you chatted.

"What does it feel like? Do you feel like that forever?" You ask, feeling your midsection dry with how you were positioned. Sanji looked up as if to think for a moment before answering. Gods he always looked so beautiful.

"Well, sometimes. Love is, complicated. It's warm and it can be unforgiving sometimes. It's like finally feeling like you have something no one else does. Love is like...." He pauses, biting his lip when he sees you, how intrigued you are.

"Is it like...how it feels to talk to you?" You whisper, pulling yourself more forward, the water sliding past your hips and thighs.

It's quiet now, Sanji's hands can't seem to figure out what to do so he settles for keeping them at his sides.

"What does that feel like?" He whispers curiously, watching you crawl toward him now, your tail somehow disappearing the closer, and dryer you got.

You can't help but revel in how he looks. As if he'd fall apart with your next words. He's breathing heavily now, eyes moving up and down your body and to your lips. There's a look behind his eyes that tells you everything you need to know

"It feels just like you said...warm."

And witht hat his hands are firm at your hips as your lips more impatiently together, your newly formed legs smoothing against the fabric of his slacks when you sitt pretty on his lap. This feeling could have very well just been lust, but like Sanji said, love is complicated.

Perhaps this is why your father forbids the surface.

#x reader #one piece live action #one piece #hes so hot #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x mermaid reader #opla #opla sanji #opla sanji x reader

[lovelenivy]

you know what hate crimes md enjoyers, idk if this has been done before but i wanna start like a little tag game: i wanna know your favorite seasons in order, what you think is the best episode each season, your personal favorite ep from each season, any honorable mentions if you have them, and your least favorite/worst episode in your opinion. i'd also like to have you sort the main characters/fellows from favorite to least favorite, plus tell me your favorite ship (and optionally, a ship you enjoy and think is underrated)! feel free to toss in any explanations for why you chose what you did. (: kinda long, but oh well – feel like it'll be fun.

i'll go first (so you can see the format) – listing seasons from the best imo, to the worst, and the episodes.

Seasons:

1. Season 3

Best episode: one day, one room (?)

Favorite episode: merry little christmas

Honorable mention(s): cane and able, words and deeds, family, needle in a haystack

Least favorite episode: que sera sera (?)

it was hard to pick the best bc i'm biased towards merry little christmas, but i don't know if it would be the best of the season exactly. as for que sera sera, nothing really wrong with it but honestly i had a hard time picking a least favorite too. great season – to me it's like the classic house season.

2. Season 5

Best: birthmarks

Favorite: under my skin

Honorable mention(s): the softer side, last resort, both sides now, painless

Least favorite: big baby (?)

i literally just barely remember big baby compared to the rest, i think, no matter how many times i see it. amazing season though, honestly so up there with s3 for me that it became a tough choice.

3. Season 6

Best: help me

Favorite: wilson

HM(s): the down low, broken (part 1 & 2), baggage, lockdown

Least favorite: epic fail, remorse (?)

help me is such an amazing episode, it always makes me cry. epic fail is extremely annoying tho and idk why, like after i watched it more than once or twice i started having a hard time rewatching it. and honestly every time i watch remorse i get pissed off on thirteen's behalf and it's just not a fun feeling. not a bad episode though. i know a lot of people don't like s6 but i love it.

4. Season 2

Best: euphoria (part 1 & 2)

Favorite: no reason

HM(s): skin deep, distractions, hunting, clueless

Least favorite: sleeping dogs lie

i recently rewatched euphoria and it's so fucking good i legitimately cried. sleeping dogs lie isn't a bad episode, it just is frustrating to watch for many reasons. another classic house season.

5. Season 4

Best: house's head/wilson's heart

Favorite: house's head/wilson's heart, 97 seconds

HM(s): mirror mirror, you don't want to know, frozen, living the dream

Least favorite: the right stuff

nothing really wrong with the least favorite – it was honestly a tough choice. also i couldn't pick a favorite, it was so tough. i honestly really like this season despite how short and different it is.

6. Season 1

Best: detox

Favorite: detox

HM(s): three stories, histories, control, mob rules

Least favorite: heavy, everybody lies (pilot)

the pilot being orange just makes me laugh the whole time so it's hard to watch, and chase's insane fatphobia in heavy is just disturbing, which is the only reason it's a least favorite. for the best i was torn between three stories and detox, but i think detox is better. s1 is ranked so low bc of general weirdness.

7. Season 8

Best: the c-word, everybody dies

Favorite: the c-word

HM(s): dead & buried, twenty vicodin, nobody's fault, post mortem

Least favorite: we need the eggs

we need the eggs isn't bad, the case is just ??? weird and kinda sad tbh idk. i haven't rewatched the c-word yet but i remember it fondly, so i couldn't really choose a best episode. is picking the finale kinda dumb? maybe, idk. i like a lot of episodes from season 8 surprisingly, like most of them, but it's so different from the previous seasons with cuddy absent and the late addition of two new main characters that it can't be any higher for me.

8. Season 7

Best: after hours

Favorite: after hours, out of the chute

HM(s): unwritten, bombshells, the dig, moving on, fall from grace

Least Favorite: two stories

god i really can't stand rewatching two stories. idk what it is but the fucking kids that house gets stuck with in the principal's office are so annoying ??? probably my least fave episode in all of house. but despite how s7 is at the bottom, it did have some great episodes. just wasn't my favorite season at all, especially as someone who isn't really into huddy.

Characters:

from favorite to least favorite of the main characters –

1. House (of course)

2. Wilson

3. Thirteen

4. Cuddy

5. Chase

6. Foreman

7. Kutner

8. Cameron

9. Amber

10. Taub

11. Park

12. Adams

13. Masters

favorite ship: hilson (house / wilson)

underrated ship: thirteen / cameron, or chase / foreman

Tags:

anybody that wants to participate! i know it's kind of long so no sweat if you don't want to do it. i'm also indecisive so i had trouble picking episodes lmao

#house md #hate crimes md #hilson #gregory house #james wilson #lisa cuddy #remy hadley #eric foreman #robert chase #allison cameron #house #tag game #house md tag game

[arthurrei07]

actverse / take on killer!sans / pt. 1

tws: implied d0mest1c a6use, bl00d, v10lence, curse words.

ship: nightkiller.

~

“…Boss is calling you.”

Killer took a moment to scoff out of his nose, almost like a snort but in exhaling manners. He spared a glance at Horror, his eyes narrowing as that crooked grin did not leave his stitched lips—scooting back from the table as his chair squeaked against the wooden flooring.

“This,” Killer’s fingers gently pressed on the side of the dish, “belongs in the trash.”

Horror’s eyebrows softly knitted, his eyes turning away from Killer and to Murder. Killer’s teeth bared — his lips not shifting from the smile, the black bloodstains being visible to any eye, “Of course. Alright, big guy.”

He raised his clenched hand up in the air, the clean fork shining under the dim light. Killer left the fork onto the table, the metal clattering around until it finally stopped.

Killer took one single look at both of their faces, the expressions—oh, the expressions. Almost gave him enough enjoyment to leave their sorryasses alone to rot. But he wasn’t done.

His neck took two cracks to turn to the staircase, eyes wide bulging as the streaks of negativity filled in his pitch black eyes, streaming down in some straight lines on his cheeks, “Enjoy your rat meat meal. Absolutely delicious, right?”

He heard some hitching on Horror’s breathing, and Murder uncomfortably moved in his place. Killer snorted, his feet stepping up to the stairs.

The wood creaked as he pushed his body up and up, feet one by one changing places on the stairs. His ear twitched as the cold air drifted through somewhere and onto his face, clearing his wet hair away from his mouth and eyes.

He helped himself up to the top stair, orbs looking around to see which room’s door was wide fucking open, making him freeze to his guts—and it was Nightmare’s.

“Killer.” That bastard was standing there, staring at him.

“What am I being accused of this time? Hm?” Killer snickered, his voice coming out rather hoarse and strangled. Blood ran up to his mouth, stopping his giggles in the middle. He nearly frowned, his taste buds tingling with the sharp taste of iron—then expectorated into his mouth and spat it harshly on the floor as black splat onto the ground. He huffed, eyes back onto Nightmare’s face.

“Let me guess,” Killer said, that stupid smile occupying his own face, “I failed the mission. Oh but Musty reported me to you, because I not only failed the mission, but I failed against that little Fae twink of your damned brother.”

Killer suddenly gasped out, his bandaged hand raising up to his mouth, showing that he had remembered something — a shock apparent on his face. Then his arm fell completely limp on his side, head slightly tilting to the left as his eyes refilled with the negativity, “I almost forgot, can you believe that? I also broke Murder’s arm, and insulted Horror’s cooking. Oh! But you already know those, huh?”

Nightmare’s shitless face—Killer wanted to break every single bone on his pretty little face, and to break them dirtily. Oh, how would he have enjoyed seeing him scream in agony, down on the floor — dying and in pain. But thank the Gods above, the trio of the brothers always returned. Not even a single damage to their body; not a busted lip, not a crooked nose, no nothing. Thank Error and Ink, right?

“Pathetic. Desperately pathetic, I am.” Killer mumbled.

“What are you exactly upset about, Killer?” Nightmare asked, his stupid teal pupil looking directly into Killer’s eyes.

“Funny question, Nightmare,” Killer spat out his name as if poison, his lips almost trembling as they forced the stitches, “Maybe the fucking contract you got my soul with. Does it ring any bells? Hm? No?”

Killer’s head perked back up, the water droplets dripping on his bare shoulders. “If I had not made that deal with you, I would have been the most powerful Fae to ever exist. The most dangerous. The most deadly.” Killer dreamily sighed, an obvious sarcasm toned in his exhale, “Maybe then I would be able to get rid of the blue asswipe.”

“You would have died if you had not made the deal. Remember,” Nightmare’s voice was calm, and Killer had to physically hold himself back from not attacking his goddamn ass, “you destroyed your own territory. You basically saved yourself from your end by making the contract.”

“I should have died, then. It’s better than being your favorite toy to play with.” Killer left his weight on the other leg, a soft shift of position causing him to get easily irritated.

“What do you want me to do, Killer?” Nightmare offered, voice hinted with aggression, “Help you create your family again? Get rid of Chara for once and ever? Make you live like princes, high and above — without any fears or disorders? Tell me, what do you want?”

“You tell me. What do I want?” Killer bit back, his lips still on their ugly grin and—he just hated it, Gods, he wanted to get rid of his complete face, “What do I want, Nightmare? What do I look like I want? Your dick? Your money? No. I want to get rid of you. I want you to die in a ditch, slowly and painfully.”

“And why do you exactly want it? Because I hit you? Or because I remind you of Papyrus every time I look dissatisfied, disappointed and frustrated?”

Killer’s eyes studied Nightmare’s face, every bone structure, his lips and nose, his… eyes. The different shapes of pupils, the different colors. He was absolutely beautiful. And Killer wanted that. He wanted to be pretty. He wanted to be charming. He wanted to be powerful. And maybe then, he would be content with his damned existence and cursed body.

“You are already flawless.” Killer got taken aback, but well, Nightmare could read minds after all, “You are attractive, drop dead gorgeous, even. A simple busted lip and a crooked nose won’t change anything about your face.” Killer slightly flinched, his grin fading away from his lips as Nightmare took a step closer — his hands gathered behind him, “You are incredibly talented and powerful. I saw you grow the roses near the Tree of Feelings with just your bare hands, and believe me when I say this, I have not seen anything like those white flowers in my thousand years of being. You have an amazing talent at using your knives, and any weapon at all — you almost seem too angelic when you use them. Especially against Murder.”

Killer’s eyebrows furrowed, his black orbs following Nightmare’s every move as he stepped closer and closer to his person, “You are just telling me what I want to hear.”

Nightmare paused in front of Killer, his head slightly piping down to make an eye contact with him. Killer’s dialed pupils followed Nightmare’s muscles softly budge into something kind, a gentle smile forming on his black lipsticky lips.

Killer hated his smile more than he hated his own.

“Is it so?” Nightmare cooed, his arms dangling on his side for a moment before he reached for Killer’s face, his bruised cheeks fitting right into Nightmare’s palms as he cupped them tenderly, thumbs rubbing onto his cheekbones, “Do you really think that I am just flattering you?”

Killer’s teeth gritted, and he yanked himself back from Nightmare, “Don’t fucking tease me, you bastard. I will obliterate you.”

“As you wish.” Nightmare’s arms sagged on his sides for a second, then he tucked them into his pockets.

They stared at each other, eyes not leaving one another.

…Killer was the one who cut the eye contact. He sighed from his nose, arms crossing on his chest as he leaned against Nightmare’s torso — getting wrapped with his arms.

Killer blinked twice, the wet layer in his eye clearing. The negativity streaks on his cheeks slowly cut — and a single circular pupil shone out of the darkness.

“Glad to have you back.” Killer felt Nightmare’s voice tingle on his chest, reaching Killer’s ears as his soft breathing filled his mind.

“…Yeah. Glad to be back.”

~

Killer Sans belongs to @rahafwabas

Nightmare Sans belongs to @jokublog

Murder/Dust Sans belongs to @ask-dusttale

Horror Sans belongs to @sour-apple-studios

Actverse belongs to me

#fanfic #undertale #killermare #nightkiller #killer sans #nightmare sans #murder sans #horror sans #dust sans #dreamberry #tw implied abuse #tw implied violence #fanfiction #dreamtale #killertale #actverse #undertale au

[fantomette22]

Hi i really love your cute gerhmaria drawings! thank you for drawing this ship 💕

Thank you so so much anon!!!! 🥺🥹😭

That's too kind and that means a lot to me thank you❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm sorry I don't have anything new to offer for you today.

To be fair I should draw more of them and the ship I suppose. But hey I have an excuse right now I'm drawing block and writing block! But that's not a good excuse- I know

I do think a of them a lot for sure! But put all this is on paper is hm not easy and I'm always 🫣 a bit shy sharing. ( I think I really did look at almost every art of the ship... still I am always looking for more...). But yeah I guess I could use the help of someone to give me a couple of ideas 😉 I have some I suppose but It can be easier like this too! (for other drawings as well)

But also, I love this ship a lot yes but i do ship them only in with very precise setting in a precise interpretations as well. (I mean it’s for my ver i love other people interpretations of the paring too! But for me in canon I don't think it went very far if you see what I mean.. so AU and alternatives are saving my life! Also maybe one day I will talk about it more but I really appreciate the more full platonic & father/daughter interprets as well. In a totally and very different interpret & timeline and separate things! Similar yet different characters if it made sense. I know it can sound odds but I really appreciate good stories, characters and theme so I'm open for many interpretations and enjoy what people create with it). Still it's my emotional fluff & tragic support ship! Yeah it is serotonin for my lil brain before going to sleep somehow.

Hm ok i lied I actually have some older and bad sketches I never share before. I guess I can share them now.

#my asks #anon asks #gehrmaria #fantomette22art

[firstofficerwiggles]

Hello! I've binged so much of your writing today and oh my gods, I love it!

I hope I'm not too late to get in on the ask, but one of the star wars boys writing to me would be lovely. I'm over 50, and it's hard to admit this but I've never been on the receiving end of romantic gestures. Don't get me wrong, there's been much love in my life - practical, solid, occasionally goofy - but no romance.

Maybe it's my work? State Department, medic of various sorts including search and rescue, now a security guard. Practical stuff. But I also adore tea parties, and gardens, and steampunk and the entire Star Wars universe. Right now I'm building a Mandalorian medic outfit for conventions because bad ass medic who WILL shoot the asswipe who put that gaping hole in you? Yes.

Anyhow, sorry for babbling on and on at you. Whichever of the ones you think would romance an older woman, and would enjoy being spicy with a lady that can take a punch or dish one out, who grows flowers that also make a useful poultice to clear up that nasty bruise, hm?

Many thanks!

Aelf

Welcome to my blog! I’m so glad you found it and that you’re enjoying my writing. I can’t thank you enough for your kind words 💗 I’m going to ship you with Din Djarin for several reasons, first, I think Din loves badass women with a softer side too, and also because Din definitely needs his own personal medic 😂 (for the Mando’a: cyar’ika = sweetheart, ner kar’ta = my heart)

Cyar’ika,

How are you, my love? I miss you more than I can say. I’m finally headed home after this latest mission for the New Republic. Why is it that so many of their missions need to take place in places that are more swamp than land? I swear I’m going to be scrubbing the beskar for a full week after this glop. I’m also not ashamed to admit that I’m going to need some patching up when I get back to you. I promise I was trying to be careful, but chasing after Trandoshans in a place infested with vines and the galaxy’s biggest mud puddles was a recipe for falling on my ass. Speaking of, there’s probably a few bruises there that I could use your help with. Thankfully I know you don’t mind looking at said ass. Mmm, and you know, if your ass needs any checking, I’m always available. In fact when I get home, I say we send the kiddo to go visit Auntie Peli, and then we get into a nice hot, soapy tub and you can inspect every inch of me, and you know I’m going to want to return that favor. Plus, as I reminded you last time, your kisses do even more for me than your medicines. I think I need to spend at least one entire evening sampling those sweet lips of yours while you’re in my arms. That sounds like sheer heaven to me. And well, you’re always telling me I need to spend more time in bed, so of course, we’ll need to spend several hours there too. It’s important for my health, and for yours too, because I’m sure you need to have some tension relieved like only I can. In fact I intend to see how often I can relieve that tension for you all night long. Ah, ner kar’ta, I wish I were home right now. I can’t wait to hear you saying my name and telling me how much you missed me too. The moment I see you, this helmet is coming off and I’m going to kiss you like something out of one of those romantic holofilms you love so much. You know what, I’m also going to send a message to Peli right now, she might need to keep the baby for a few days, because I think I need lots of extra time to remind you how special you are to me. Until then, take care, cyar’ika and know that I’m hurrying back to you.

Love,

Din

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[lyranova]

Hi Lyra! Congratulations on your blog anniversary! 💖💖 Wishing you many more wonderful years of creating such amazing content!

For your anniversary asks can you please answer 16 18 & 19 for the lovely Zera and (if I may be the tiniest bit self indulgent) 8 & 14 for Langris? Thank you so much, dear! Sending you lots of love & well wishes. Cheers!! 🌻

Hiya Acacia! Thank you so much, hopefully I’ll be able to create things for many more years to come 😁! (Even if that means I’ll only be able to create every now and then 😆). Of course, and I hope you enjoy 🥰!

Zera:

16. What goal do they most want to accomplish in their lifetime?

The goal Zera most wants to acomplish…hm, I think in a way she already has acomplished that goal 🤔! The goal she wanted to achieve most in her life was to open her own flower shop, and she managed to do it. So maybe, if she were to have another goal, it would be to start a “franchise” and have many more ‘Cinnamon’s Flower Shops’ all over the world 😆!

18. What advice would they give to their younger self?

“ Be careful who you play pranks on! Because one day you might come across the wrong person and they take your joke sooo seriously that you find yourself in a situation that you can’t really get yourself out of! But at the same time…you may find that you don’t want to get out of it…oh! And you’re going to want to be even sneakier when you smuggle, because that’ll come back to bite you in the butt!”

19. What does a perfect world look like to them?

A perfect world to Zera is one where she still runs her Flower Shop, is happily married to William, and is surrounded by a group of their children. On the weekends the family goes to William’s childhood home, which is vacant after his mothers passing, where they get to relax and have peace and quiet. When they go back to Clover she gets to spend time with all of her friends and have “Wine Nights” where they laugh, giggle, and talk about many different things. She gets to watch her kids grow up, fall in love, get married, and maybe even have kids of their own.

That’s Zera’s perfect world!

Langris:

8. Is there a ship that makes the most sense for this character (can be romantic or platonic)?

Both platonically and romantically I feel like the ship that makes the most sense is Finesse. She helps keep him calm, and gives Langris a different perspective to look through (if that makes sense). She also knows just what life was like in House Vaude for him and Finral, so she understands him a bit differently then others. She also has no issue scolding him if he needs it (it isn’t a harsh scolding, but more of a “gentle” one). So whether it’s platonic or romantic I thinj Langris and Finesse make a good pair!

14. What trait do they find most admirable and how often do they find it?

I think Langris admires strength the most 🤔! As for how often he finds it…not very. I think Langris has such a high standard for strength that he rarely finds anyone that “meets it”. I think the two people he’s met that has met that standard are Yuno and William (eventually Finral joins that list)!

#asks #acacia💜 #my lovely mutuals #oc; zera #langris vaude #black clover oc #character ask game #oc ask game #thanks for asking 💕!

[stoportotouch]

In the Halloween spirit, if you're up to this kind of thing (I know not every person enjoys the more supernatural stuff).

Any headcannons about the Terror Lieutenants (including Jopson if you feel up to it) as typical Halloween/Horror monsters?

Like, what kind of creatures would each one be and how would that work with them having to hide it from other crewmembers (unless it was typical for supernatural creatures to exist in their world) and possibly each other?

Anyway, cheers! And a happy spooky season ;)

ooh very good question actually anon!

i cannot get enough of a read on jopson to say. anything intelligent about him unfortunately (i have at one point joked that i basically put all of my Weird Victorian Guy Comprehension Points into understanding hodgson). but i feel that he could be something very interesting if i could get a concerted Thought about his vibes.

little, hodgson, and irving are all such Victorian Types Of Guy that they really make the best sense in a horror way in that precise context. like irving in particular fits in incredibly well to gothic horror particularly with the combination of Overwhelmingly Religious Overtones to his character and his horror at a guy who is Like Him But Different (hickey). like, that's his gothic double babey!:

little... hm. i feel like just the classic ghost makes the most sense for him. for a couple of reasons, but mostly just the fact that we never learn... basically anything about him over the course of the show, really, outside of "he's on the ship/in the camp/trudging across the island".

he always wears his uniform even after they've left the ships; his belief in the status quo is absolute. basically he is clinging unnecessarily to something that Is Not There Any More. i have also drawn a comparison between him and the goings-on in verdi's opera ernani:

but also lucia in donizetti's lucia di lammermoor:

and hodgson is another very Victorian Type Of Weird INDIVIDUAL, but he isn't necessarily a weird dude in that context. which i have also talked about before but that fits very effectively into not only 19th century fears of the Different but, interestingly, into 17th century fears of the same.

i always feel that his first scene in episode two, after his sledging party gets back, is also... weirdly eerie. possibly it's eerie in an unintentional "christos lawton just kind sounds like that" way but it is also the first hint that we get of the two biggest problems for the men, which will kill most of them. the lead poisoning from the fucked up canning and the botulism that gets fitzjames.

now. fortunately "weird person with maybe-premonition-powers-maybe-just-trauma-and-issues-that-they-talk-about-in-very-oblique-terms" is very much Hanging Around In 19th Century Creative Works (literature, opera, etc.). but it's generally female characters who get that (i.e. ulrica from ivanhoe, azucena from il trovatore). so. hmm.

#what is your song o? #ollie considers #the terror #edward little #george hodgson #john irving #this is not necessarily an answer to the question #but i have had thoughts spinning around in my head for a while

[noellevanious]

for the sapphic asks: 1, 7, 14, 21, 28, 35

are you beating the uhaul allegations? (be honest.)

I dont know what that means yet but i have used a uhaul int he past to move to new york :) i didnt drive it though i was a passenger princess

7. have you ever crushed on a straight girl?

i'll discount all the times before i came out as trans cause to me those were decidedly Heterosexual feelings.... hm..... honestly yeah if i see a pretty girl anywhere my brain just goes "wow....shes so beasutiful.... maybe one day we could hold hands and kiss while looking at the stars in the night sky...." (i was like this as a kid too i had a different crush literally Every Year in elementary school)

14. list five things you look for in a partner, or five things you love about your current partner(s).

cute

understanding

affectionate

likes me

a girlkisser

luckily basically any girl that follows me (and my gf!) all fit these :)

21. are you generally "out" to people?

this is a tricky one since i'm trans.... i've been wearing my lesbian/trans armbands out a lot less lately, between growing my hair out/wearing a sports bra and the general increased danger, but if you know me online chances are yes i'm out to you :)

28. what's a canon sapphic ship you enjoy?

all of them..... hmm i think ill just say peridot and lapis because it was so formative for me back in high school/college! lapis is so iconic to me shes so pretty and her personality is so real... standoffish... closed off... so much baggage... and then she meets this funny little technology girl! and i love every story that involves them in SU especially when peridot wins the alien plushie.... obviously garnet is really good too! but i like how lapis and peridot were like. very naturally formed for lack of a better term. just two funny girls finding eachother. its really sweet :) (i also love the two other lapises of course)

35. if you could tell your younger sapphic self anything, what would it be?

look into "girlkisser" and "lesbian" things itll blow your mind... two girls CAN in fact kiss... maybe even more...

[finnpeach]

Home - Vash

hm are any of us surprised i churned this out at 1 am because i binged this show and couldn’t sleep? no? me neither

Anyway, *SPOILERS* ahead for Trigun Stampede (I’d say if you’ve seen episode 8 you’re safe), but nothing too crazy. This takes place in one of the random 150 years of Vash’s adventures. Enjoy Vash finding out he’s allergic to lavender and being the best boy ☺️

Also, sorry if some of these characters don’t act very canon. I’ve only seen Trigun Stampede and not the original or the manga and thus am kinda guesstimating how these characters would act in this scenario

Vash hasn’t visited Home in nearly twenty years. Even though time doesn't really have any meaning to him, it does to the people he cares about, so he can’t help but feel a little guilty as he approaches the ship. He knows he should come by more often to visit, and that Brad and Luida and the rest of the Home team would love to see him, but he can’t help but feel like a burden every time he does.

His cybernetic arm is hanging by little more than a thread, torn apart in a recent brawl over yet another plant that he’d only narrowly managed save. He’s exhausted. His arm hangs uselessly at his side, only jolting with the occasional shocking twitch.

To his luck, Brad and Luida are out of cryosleep and both wrap him up in a warm embrace as he walks through the ship’s doors, nearly sweeping him off his feet.

“Vash!” They both cry. Warmth spreads through Vash’s chest as Brad ruffles his hair and Luida buries her face in his shoulder. He remembers the days when he used to look up at them as a child, but now he towers over them.

“How have you been? Are you all right? We were hoping to see you this time when we woke up,” Luida says. She looks older, maybe in her late 40s now, and Brad looks about the same. Their hair is beginning to become streaked with white, and deep wrinkles have already set across their faces. It’s part of the reason he hates coming back here, to see them getting older while he stays eternally young.

“I’m okay, I missed you both. Have you been well?” Even though his arm is killing him, he doesn’t want to bring it up yet. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling of being welcomed home and seeing friendly faces, seeing the pride and affection and love in their eyes. If only he could bottle up this feeling and take it with him.

“Yes, we’ve been— Christ, Vash, what’ve you done to your arm this time?” Brad finally takes notice when a spark of electricity spikes off his arm. He gently picks up the appendage, turning it over in his hands with a practised grace.

“Ah-ha, well, about that…” He grins sheepishly, cheeks burning red as he scratches the back of his head. “I saved the hand this time, though!”

Brad rolls his eyes and starts walking towards his room, waving him along. “C’mon, I’ve got my tools in your room, as usual. Luida, we’ll be done in time for dinner.”

“Don’t take too long! I want to catch up with Vash too!” Luida calls after them. Vash turns to give her a beaming smile and a wave goodbye before following Brad down the hall.

It feels so good to be Home.

A couple of hours later and lots of admonishing from Brad, Vash’s arm is beginning to regain feeling again.

“You should go out into the garden and see the new flora that Luida has been working on,” Brad tells him as he’s bent over his forearm. He’s just putting on the last of the stabilising touches to make it “Vash-proof”, as he calls it.

“There’s this new one called lavender. It’s got a long, thin stem and purple bunches of petals at the top. The humans on Earth used to use it for its calming effects. Smells great too. Go check it out, but make sure you’re back in time for dinner.”

One more flourish with welding tool, and he’s done. Brad pushes himself out of the chair, swiping his palms together. “And take better care of that arm!”

Vash chuckles, flexing his left hand. The joints feel better already. “Thank you, Brad. I’ll go take a look.”

He slides into his coat and follows Brad out of the room before making his own way down to the garden. The path is so familiar to him, he could do it with his eyes closed.

The garden looks gorgeous as it always has. It’s sunset now, creating a golden, rose-tinted shadow across the flora. He walks down the stone path, taking note of the new blue flora popping up, a new tree that's grown, before he finds the lavender that Brad had been speaking about.

Huh, Vash hadn’t expected it to look like that. It looks more like a bush or a tumbleweed than an actual flower. He bends down to get a closer look.

The purple petals are so stunning that he almost doesn’t notice the itch blossoming in his nose. He reaches his hand out to touch the stem, then feels the soft petals with the pad of his finger. Ah, that’s the scent that Brad mentioned. He loves it. It smells light and clean.

He rubs at his nose as he bends closer to the plant. He doesn’t dare break off a stem to get it closer to his face, so instead he crouches into a squat to lean forward and smell it.

It does feel calming. Vash can see why the humans on Earth liked it so much. Craving more, he inhales deeply through his nose just as the itch becomes too much to bear—

“Hih’iTSHhh! Hh.. H’TSCHhh!” The two sneezes catch him by surprise. He has to catch himself on the ground to avoid losing his balance.

Shaking his head, he sniffles and paws at his nose, which is beginning to take on a pink flush. How strange, he thinks. Must be something in the air. Usually only dust and the desert sand makes him sneeze, but there’s none of that in here.

He wants to sniff the lavender again and reaches out to feel the petals, but the itch has buried itself deeper in his nose. His breath catches in his chest, his aquamarine eyes slipping shut as his lips draw back over his teeth—

“H’TSH’itsch! Hh.. hihh— h’ITSCHhh’ue! Hh’eHTSSHhh’iu!” The last sneeze is so forceful that it makes him lose his balance. He falls back on his ass and tumbles flat on his back. His glasses are askew on his pink, irritated nose. Allergic tears fill his eyes as he stares up at the rose sunset sky.

Can he be allergic to flora? Or perhaps it’s this one in particular? He’s never had such a reaction to flora before, even in Rem’s garden.

Vash sniffles and rubs at his nose, which has now started to run. Instead of abating the itch, it only serves to set him off again— “H’ITSHhhiew! Haah.. heh-hh! H’ihdTSShh!”

It must be the lavender that's causing this. He can’t help but feel a bit sad, because he had really liked the scent of the lavender. Maybe Luida will have some medicine to offset the symptoms.

He lays there on the ground for a while, staring up at the sky, feeling a swirl of melancholy and happiness in his chest. Those two emotions seem to be the familiar, funny feeling that he always carries with him, even when he's back on the ship.

He stays there, sneezing occasionally and sniffling, until Luida calls for him for dinner. She chides at him for laying on the ground and says he’ll catch a cold like that, which makes him grin. He lets her shoo him inside and down the corridor towards the dining hall. Vash can’t help but revel in the tenderness he feels at her gentle reprimands, the way she fixes his hair or dusts off his coat or gives him one last hug before they enter the dining hall, because it all feels like Home.

#how many times did you watch the clips of vash sneezing to get inspiration Finn? yes #I hope this is good but if it isn't well. this is all I got #im so tired lmfao but I wanted to do this bc if I do a fic like this when i' #when I'm fresh and not tired then it'll be too Long and we all know how I like to ramble in fics. this is the shortest fic I've ever #written and it feels wrong #anyway #my writing #snzfic #I hope I captured vash's sweetness but also his undeniable sadness bc that's what I fucking feel after finishing the show #can a plant be allergic to a plant? Idk! but he is! #I mean like lavender barely counts and anyway its so specific and fragrant that I figured why not right #I kinda feel like vash would like being allergic tho bc it means like.... idk I have this theory that he wants to be human in some way #or like wants to be more connected to humans #so being allergic to flowers would make him happy bc it means he'd be more alike humans if that makes sense? but idk I don't want to push #a million theories into a snzfic im just here for a good time #if I open this tomorrow morning and reread it and think it sucks im going to die #enjoy the one allergy fic I post a decade guys

[kitausuret]

opinions on venom interacting with rocket raccoon or groot? im not super into GoG, but i know they've probably interacted at some point in time. any headcanons for them? :D

Hiya, friend! You'll be pleased to know that Venom (host: Flash Thompson) and Rocket have interacted! Now, at the risk of alienating my friends who hated this run, I'm going to still point out a few of my favorite moments, because I did like a handful of the times they interacted. It was fun. Bendis didn't deserve Flash.

They actually met in the 2014 Free Comic Book Day issue of Guardians of the Galaxy, which is kind of odd to put a major change in a team lineup in a FCBD book, but... at least it was accessible?

Beyond that... they teamed up for quite a while during Bendis' GotG run, from Guardians of the Galaxy (2013) #14-27, and then in the next volume (GotG 2015) #1-19. Now, don't go looking for Venom in every issue, because you won't find them. But I think they could bond over cool weapons and general bad-assery.

There was an interesting moment in GotG #19 when the symbiote actually bonded to Rocket, but it was brief, and largely so it could grab Drax later and pilot the ship to Klyntar.

Flash cares about his buddy. 🥺

They're also a little snarky with each other! It's fun though. They had a great team-up scene in GotG #27 that also is a neat showcase of Venom's new abilities.

Overall they have a fun dynamic. It's a lot of them being a little short with each other but they fight together really well!

There is just one thing that they don't agree on... and that's how much to respect Spider-Man. But, to be fair, most people don't have as much respect for Spidey as Flash does.

(GotG v5 #14)

And they got one final fight together against Thanos in GotG #19! As well as a last goodbye...

Now, all that said... It's been told to me many times that Bendis' Guardians run is... hm... how to say it... not very good. But! I would love to familiarize myself with some other runs and maybe build some better HCs off of those. Bendis didn't exactly utilize Flash or Venom in the most interesting way, and unfortunately that means they didn't really get any well-developed, meaningful relationships with their teammates. But I would say that maybe more than any of the other Guardians, Flash and the Symbiote did seem to get along with Rocket really well!

I really enjoyed this delightfully specific ask and it was fun going back through the issues. If there's anything I really love, it's talking about Flash and his dynamics with other characters... so this was a real treat to me! Thanks! 💖

#asked and answered #flash thompson #venom #rocket raccoon #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #kita talks comics

[ryuichirou]

Replies!

Good morning or evening! Here are some more replies.

A couple of them are related to our comic from yesterday, but there’s also a bunch of random ones. At this point this is our regular menu hehe.

Anonymous asked:

your latest art has me giggling because Sebek seeing Malmal and Lilia go at it is World Shattering And Unforgettable!!! He will Never be able to look at them the same way again!!! Meanwhile Silver would accidentally see Lilia railing the prince and go "oh. hm. well, anyway." LOL <- actually got me thinking about it more seriously, and now I'm imagining Malleus doing it in front of Silver on purpose, getting weirdly jealous and possessive of Lilia spending so much special time with his new human son... And it backfiring because Silver would just take it as some sort of unique learning experience hgcffghjgfd

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Anonymous asked:

Oh no the baby’s traumatized now or he might be turned on who knows

Thank you, guys! :D Yes, this is definitely a life-changing experience for Sebek. Or is it? I honestly like the idea of Sebek just erasing this image from his memory, not necessarily because he saw two people having sex, but because his young impressionable mind couldn’t compute the fact that one could do such things with his beloved Malleus, and Malleus would seemingly enjoy it. So Sebek’s desires awakened and then were immediately put to sleep by his own consciousness lol

But maybe he did remember… maybe he really couldn’t look at Malmal and Lilia the same way after this. Maybe the image is so engraved in his mind that he won’t be able to focus on anything after this lol

Oh SILVER THOUGH!!!... Yeah, he wouldn’t think much of it. Whatever Silver sees, he just considers it the norm, as long as it’s Lilia who does it. He definitely wouldn’t get affected in a way that our jelly king Malleus intended, but yeah, see it as a learning experience instead. Which is sooo much worse… Malmal is definitely petty enough to try and passive-aggressively attack a poor child, though <3 He’ll like him soon, though

Anonymous asked:

May we please have some Sebek x Malleus thoughts? I absolutely adore them together!

We do have a couple of hc posts with them!

They are really good together. One of our most favourite ships 😔

This would be fair to say about every Diasomnia ship, but their ehh situation is quite unique, and that makes it interesting. Not only because Sebek is Malleus’ guard; he worships Malleus, he uses Malleus and whether Malleus likes something or not as a radar for his own reactions. But it’s not like this is the way Malleus wishes to be treated: he gets annoyed with Sebek sometimes (and sometimes he gets amused and enables him to continue, but, again, this is just amusement he gets from this silly young man). But Sebek is so completely delusional that he’ll put all his passion and energy into something if he believes that it would make Malleus happy. Even if it annoys Malleus so much that he runs away lol This is both fucked up and hilarious.

Anonymous asked:

Hey, i was wondering which pronouns do you and katsu have? I didn't see anything mentioning it on your card.

Of course, you guys don't have to answer if that's sensitive or if you don't want to publicly share it. I apologise if my question made you uncomfortable. you can delete it if you want.

No worries, Anon! It’s nothing sensitive at all. Thank you for being so considerate! :)

Neither of us really cares about which pronoun people use for us, so feel free to use whatever you want.

Anonymous asked:

any dark/whump/dead dove tropes your into? …anything you’d want certain characters to go through?

If it’s okay with you and if you’re really interested, you can DM me about it instead, Anon, I’ll name everything I can remember.

People really like to take things out of context and make a shitshow out of it sometimes, even if it’s just someone mentioning that they enjoy a trope and not even a visual depiction of it, so I’d rather not entertain them.

Anonymous asked:

Well hard to think of any hcs regarding Crowley given he is too mysterious. Although there is a certain theory about him but I wouldn't say much given it is a Chapter 7 spoiler and you might get it once you learn in the latest last two parts of Chapter 7. Once you know about it, you might think of Crowley's hc sexuality.

Yeah, I feel like I know what you’re talking about (still haven’t read Ch7 and don’t know for sure though), and I don’t know, we’ll see! To be completely honest, a big part of me really wants him to just stay mysterious lol

Anonymous asked:

So if/when you do the overblot ship with anyone, who will be next?

Like I said, we’re not planning anything for now. So we haven’t thought about who we would draw next. It depends on my inspiration and energy; once again, overblot boys are difficult to draw and take a lot of time.

Realistically, it may be AzuIde. But one can’t predict anything when it comes to stuff like this. Definitely not KaliJami, since that’s where you’re getting, they’d probably be the last on the list.

#replies #lilimal #lilisil #sebemal

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Salem!Agatha oh hm... I love her so much there's so many things to explore with her... Maybe... Maybe she does like. Dark magic for the first time and freaks out? And seeks reader out for some comfort? Because she didn't mean to? It just. Happened? (I just woke up so the disjointed sentences are on that)

a/n: hi!! thank you so much for this prompt! I love it :) I’ve always wondered how Agatha felt when she first cast a dark spell, hopefully you enjoy this!! (I hope i did okay)

word count: 1.2k

warning(s): insecurities/anxiety - mention of evanora - hurt/comfort- i made up a spell, used google translate for Latin plz don’t come for my soul (it’s also kinda dumb in English but everything sounds cool in Latin)- slightly went off prompt? I got really into this sry - also the title is just a phrase i thought fit the theme

Not What They Say

It was an accident. She swore it was. The book had called out to her, whispering promises and taunting lies in her ears. She couldn’t resist the urge, couldn’t resist her curiosity. Why were these books forbidden? Isn’t magic a gift to be shared, to be practiced?

Agatha flipped through the pages, eyes scanning every new spell. Excitement built up in her chest. With these, she could grow in power, show her mother she wasn’t a weak link in the coven. But because of the excitement coursing through her veins, she didn’t see the dark tendrils underneath the surface of the paper, like snakes ready to strike. One particular spell caught her eye, one that could temporarily change the weather over a designated spot. Agatha placed the book down on the floor, crossing her legs to cast the spell in a more relaxed manner. She didn’t understand why this spell was found in a book her mother deemed wrong. It could help in dry seasons, making the farmers abundantly full of crops. On days when the sun was too much it could help with fever and overworking. Ideas spiraled through her mind as she cast the spell, closing her eyes to concentrate.

“mutare tempestas, invocate pluvia.”

Before she even finished the last word, Agatha felt a pull within her. One she had never felt before while casting. She opened her eyes and with a gasp, she scrambled to stand up, kicking the book away. With wide, terrified eyes, Agatha watched as her once blue magic turn a light, sparking, purple. Her magic now twirled around her hands, like it had a mind of it’s own. She felt herself absorbing the power from her spell, the air around her, the ground. She didn’t even notice the spell had worked, rain showering down from the ceiling, completely dowsing her in water. All she could think about was leaving the room, fleeing the scene. For a moment, she thought about going to her mother. But that idea was quickly squashed as she conjured up an image of her mother’s disappointed expression and disgusted look. Dark magic was forbidden with a penalty of death. Evanora would look at her akin to how someone looks at a murderer. Agatha’s breath quickened, panic rising. No one could know about this, if they ever found out, she could be put to death. For a moment, Agatha felt alone. But then, she remembered you. The one person who loved her more than knowledge, more than magic. You would be there for her, when others weren’t.

Since she had taken to the dead of night to practice magic, Agatha slipped out quietly from the little abandoned cottage, running across Salem to where you resided, by the little river near the woods. Your father was on a ship back to England, where he preferred to buy you books and fabric straight from the source, not waiting for merchants that level the prices at expensive costs. With light, rapid raps, Agatha knocked on your door, trying her best not to let the sound carry throughout the air. She waited a few moments, anxiety building within her before the door slowly swung open, revealing your sleepy form. Your sleeping gown was rumpled, probably because Agatha had woken you up and you had rolled out of bed. She wanted to laugh at your bed head, but the panic inside her didn’t allow it. You blinked slowly, registering who was at your door.

“Aggie? What…” You trailed off into a yawn and Agatha couldn’t contain her next words, spoken in an intense whisper.

“It was an accident, I swear it was. I didn’t mean too.”

You seemed to wake up at your girlfriends urgent words, taking her by the wrist and pulling you into your small home. Agatha loved the smell of your house, fresh pastries and herbs wafting throughout the air. It was what she thought about when she thought of home. You shut your door quietly, locking it behind you. You motioned to your small seating area by the fireplace and Agatha sank into a chair softened with pillows and furs. You kneeled in front of her, taking her hands into yours, scrunching your eyebrows when she quickly pulled them away.

“What happened?” You whispered, concern floating in your voice. You watched as tears built up in Agatha’s eyes.

“Please don’t hate me.” She whispered out, her voice breaking. You let out a soft gasp, cupping her face in your hands.

“I could never hate you.” Your voice was firm but soft, apparently your words were what she needed to continue.

“I found a book in Mother’s library, full of spells I had never seen before. Y/N, for a moment, it was wonderful! Spells that could heal paralysis, spells that could make an assaulters hands stained red so everyone would know, and even a spell that could change the weather,” She paused, searching your eyes. You nodded, encouraging her to continue, your own curiosity kicking in, “I tried the last one, the weather one? Oh god, Y/N, it-it was dark magic, it pulled energy from the spell itself, from the ground, I-”

She paused when you held up a hand. Fear built inside her and she braced herself for the scolding. She anticipated you telling her off for using dark magic, for breaking one of the highest rules of the coven. What she didn’t anticipate was your soft question.

“Show me.”

Agatha hesitated before raising her hands, calling on her magic. Purple light filled the room, radiating power and strength. You stood up, watching the magic illuminate the walls of your house. Agatha watched in awe as her magic sparkled in your eyes, casting a glow upon you. She stood up as well, coming to stand next to you. You grasped her hand in yours, excitement bubbling in your eyes.

“Oh Agatha, it’s beautiful, it’s strong,” You looked at her with a teasing look in your eyes, “Power looks good on you.”

Agatha blushed lightly before taking in your words. She retracted her magic, the room once more returning to it’s grey hues. You deflated slightly but looked at Agatha with your full attention.

“It’s dark magic, Y/N. It’s forbidden, it’s dangerous. I’m dangerous and now my mother truly will hate me-”

You cut her off with a hug, pulling her close to your body.

“You could never be dangerous to me, Agatha. Dark magic isn’t forbidden because it’s dangerous but because the witches in charge fear those more powerful than them. You casted that spell on your first try, you’re amazing and their rules are going to bend to your power, do you understand me?”

Agatha felt new, relieved tears build up in her eyes as she tightened the hug. You had buried your face in her neck, your words vibrating through her. She let out a little sob, placing her forehead on your shoulder. You stayed like that for a while, basking in the comfort of one another. When you pulled away, you looked at Agatha in concern.

“But, Agatha, I need you to be safe, alright? Promise me. I couldn’t stand it if I lost you.” Your voice was hoarse and Agatha watched as your eyes threatened to close with each word. She let out a small chuckle, reminded of how she woke you up in the middle of the night. She kissed your forehead before guiding you to where you slept.

As she cuddled you, your head resting on her chest as you fell into deep sleep, Agatha whispered into the night.

“I promise.”

a/n: well i hope that was okay! i tried not to veer off of the prompt too much and i hope you enjoyed this! thank you for reading! (also, this fic made me look stupid on google. i bet my FBI agent is laughing their ass off at my searches ‘did they have couches in the 1600s’ and ‘how does weather work’)

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x gn!reader #agatha harkness fanfiction

[germanboyyippee]

hm okay real honest question then so from what youve said it sounds like youd consider your past and who you were at those times to be a different person from who you are right st this moment.

how do you be ok with that? with having everything about who you are just a collection of an unimaginably huge amount of tiny events ?

hm... see i've been thinking on the first part of this, ever since i got this ask, and honestly i think this is a case of "ship of theseus paradox is easily solved/described if you had the proper terms for it" if that makes sense at all. who i was in the past and who i am in the present are the same Person, but different People.

my past self and my present self are both Me but the Person i was two years ago is different from the Person i am today. this doesn't mean he's a different entity or thing entirely (even if i, typing that, instinctively wanted to refer to my old self as They as in a Different Person), but if you presented a younger version of Me to the current Me, i would go "that's not me anymore, but it was once and i carry them with me even if we've grown apart"

i guess one way i've thought of describing it is that i'm every version of me i've ever lived and ever Will live ^_^ alt. a post i think about often but don't have on hand, "i am a mosaic everyone who's ever loved me/everyone i have ever loved". i am one person but i am made up of many many tiny events that have compounded into making me the Me i am today and helped me grow beyond the Me i was years/months/weeks/days ago. some of these are bad events, some of these are good, i tend to think of myself as an optimist so i'm usually trying to focus on the good but i know i couldn't have been shaped and changed without the bad ones

i feel like... being okay with it, i'm not sure, it's not something i've ever really considered, it's just something i've accepted. people change me and i change them in turn, i like seeing and knowing how i impact people and vice versa. a lot of the things i enjoy today are because friends recommended them to me, some of my favorite games and bands i only found because my friends told me about them. i know i change people both in habit and likes and memory, from things as big as "this is their favorite show now, because we watched it together" to "this person i've never spoken to stopped me in a hallway to say that, in a large classroom where i've never actively seen or made a note of where they sit, they always enjoy seeing the earrings i wear to class".

i guess what i'm trying to say is that i know change is a natural part of life (the whole time i've been writing this stp has been in my brain specifically the "is a child the same as an infant?" conversation with the shifting mound) and that i will always change, sometimes for the worse, sometimes for the better, sometimes it'll be in my control and sometimes it won't be. i'm still Me years later and even if i don't have the same mannerisms or things i did when i was younger, they're still part of me.

maybe part of this accepting this also has to do with knowing that other people are this way too! i am made of every day i've lived and every person i've met and loved even for brief moments, even if i don't realize it :]

smth also... change is inevitable and for me there is no reason fighting against it when that's the case. sure, not all change will be good, but i've found that knowing that and being prepared is better than trying to fight against an unstoppable force, and even in the case that you do try to prevent change, it usually won't work. you will change anyway, or you will stagnate and suffer. sometimes the act of trying to resist change itself will change you. without change i don't know who i am, i like routine in my day-to-day life, but without change i'll be the same Me forever, without experiences and new things to draw upon and think about, and i think that's a very boring and uncomfortable life to live.

i'm not sure if this is necessarily what you were asking, or if this makes sense at all, but if you have anything else i'd be happy to elaborate! identity and how it changes over time is something i think about a lot honestly ^_^ it's one of my favorite things to write about in regards to my ocs too so i think about it often!!

#coyote princess #i just got done with essay prep so i'm in the writing mood. if you couldn't guess

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So many good options for the art appreciation asks but let's go with 3, 4, 13, 14 and 27.

hi hi ner! thanks forda qs!! these are all prettie incharestinge!! (<-girlie who didn't know she'd be Yapping-Yapping)

3. and 4.) Go to [fandom] tag and reblog some art you like that has under 100 notes ++ Go to the art tag (or similar) and reblog some art you like that has under 100 notes

noted, i will undertake this mission with great care 🫡🫡

13. What are your go-to Ao3 filters?

ok i have a confession, i used to be a sort by word count++completed works only++exclude crossovers-kinda person 🤧🤧ANYWAY that was changed, now i only really exclude chat fics (ahaha,,,,theyre not really my go-to genre, like sure they're amusing but i read a really good one once* and it ruined every other chatfic for me)

*this one's for u haikyuu-natics, esp team captain stannies

hm.... i'm not super-duper picky so most of the time i can just scroll through each work's summary and tags.

but if a fandom is popular (or if i dont have the spoons for sifting through works), i stick to just reader inserts HAHAHA, maybe oc x canon if there haven't been any new x reader fics and if there's rlly nothing oough ig i have to write her myself 😭😭 sometimes doe, the curiosity strikes and i'll try looking if there are any fanfics in filipino... i really find it interesting to see how a chara's dialogue reads if theyre speaking in tagalog (tbh i think one would have more luck finding filo socmed aus on twt? but i only know about haikyuu socmed aus)

14. Best fanfic tropes ever?

oH...there are too many... u can't make me choose the best out of all my faves that's unfair 🥺jk lol

i read* this jamikali fic (i like my ships with a bit [read: a LOT] of tragedy/disaster-ness to them. it's so so so compelling to read!) and i just love the "Dubiously Unrequited Love" tag. bcs yes, the feelings are technically mutual, but there is a whole slew of other factors keeping the relationship from being a thing, which it could be a thing, but there's also that awareness that it won't last, sometimes a couple doesn't have to be endgame for the love to mean something, ykw?

this entire oneshot series....has me in a chokehold... my introduction to "Non-Sexual Intimacy" (and "Non-Sexual Nudity" i guess?) like??? holy shit??? the tension?? the way op just encapsulates the poignancy of being in such a vulnerable position without teetering too much into the cliche of roëmænce it has me On My Knees!! (like i love my smut and romance cliches, but some days i jus want a liiiitle bit more spice and variety)

Shoutout to the "Unreliable Narrator"++"Ambiguous Ending" combi that reaaaaally makes you work for understanding the plot, idk how to word it but being able to leave Just Enough Breadcrumbs and having enough trust in your readers to Get what ur implying, also forcing me to reread the fic immediately is so foul (in a good way). like there's an enjoyment in a good satisfying read, and then there's the Itch of never being sure in your interpretation, the feeling that u just need to go over it another time, spot another detail u missed, get wrecked all over again, rinse and repeat. idk i love fic.

27. If someone wanted to make you a creative gift, what's the thing that would make you the happiest?

oh anything featuring my fave charas is sure to make me happy! i mean i'm just not super picky abt gifts. well, maybe a creative gift has to be smth that can last a long while? (a strong hoard-ability kaya idk im senti??)

as long as the thought and intent was there, i'm already happy enough🥰💕💕 but i guess in the context of getting fic gifted to you, probably what matters most to me is that the writer enjoyed the process of making it as well. (i'm kinda drawing off of my experience writing this fic for one of m'oomfies and the vdays drabbles*** so i could be just rambling who knows?**)

(art appreciation ask questions, please bug me to rb some underrated art and fic)

#dellet-asks #oooh i was reading national hot dad alliance back it was still in progress thats d kind of haikyuu stannie i am oopsie #ACTUALLY WAIT... im suddenly remembering abt wcidfy in its draft-draft stages #the placeholder used to be an exchange betw yuu ace and deuce in tagalog (smtimes banter hits better in ur native lang) #i try to put Some kind of substance on my wips instead of leaving them blank with only a title #*i lied i reread that jamikali fic whenever i want to feel smth. #jamikali mention #jamiazu mention #**on a more personal note i think ive always had that sense of sentimentality in my gifts #like during my highschool class's christmas exchange gifts i alw wanted a heartfelt letter along w my gift #it didnt matter if the gift was jus snacks or smth not on-theme i cared abt the words from the gift giver lmao #words are hard so ig it makes me happy to see someone overcome that anyway #***about those last 3 vdays drabble requests... ill finish em... the ideas are brewing i just need spoons #nerenda

[malicious-fisheeves]

I was tagged by @bombcollar 👉👉

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 16 after the purge

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

337,149

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Almost entirely Dark Souls and Elden ring, with one Kingdom hearts fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Accession (Elden ring, my ugly baby) - 352

Wondrous Fool (Dark Souls, Ornstein/Artorias) - 180

The moon is the mother of pathos and pity (ER, Carian fam) - 168

Such is Our Curse (DS3, Lothric and Lorian conspire) - 96

Wolf's Bane (DS supernatural au, more arnstein) - 95

5. Do you respond to comments?

I used to do it more but I've been weirdly shy about it lately

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hm. Arguably none of them are terribly happy? Moonfic series is currently Up There however.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Faults in Memory has a bittersweet ending, otherwise Wondrous Fool ends on a low key ominous note after a fairly happy fic, so?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hm not particularly? or if I have I've forgotten.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

Not anything I'd post

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

Not really? However I did write a super natural investigator au with a background of capitalist decay for Wolf's Bane for a Dark Souls fic, so.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I believe someone translated Accession into Chinese, and the fic I wrote w bombcollar did too! I never oppose translations.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

(waves at Delta) - I also in general consider my works collaborative on some level. I joke on twitter about the scrunt philosphers but everyone's discussions have really made me re-think certain aspects of The Lore.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm not a Huge ship person tbh (I did enjoy my Arnstein fics but no longer have very many strong feelings on it as a ship).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Wolf's Bane and the Faults in Memory rewrite linger on the edge of my brain every so often. I can see myself potentially getting back to Faults once more KH news comes out again but ehhh...

Accession's is more of a WIP I want to slide under a rug.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I've had strong characterization and am good at juggling perspectives! also foreshadowing

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I should kill my darlings more often, if it's not a one shot it can get Real long Real fast. I also wish I was better at getting Weird and abstract

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I had a better grasp on other languages I could maybe see myself using it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

So secret lore, in the ye old days I wrote MLP fanfiction. Since lost to time.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Recency bias but I am very proud of the moonfic series insofar. I also actually still have a soft spot for To the Foot of A God, its the first time I really played with perspective (it's in 2nd person)! which I since have loved as a tool

Tagging: @princeparakeet and also anyone else who'd like to participate, this was fun!

#fishes rambles