#but i do it so rarely that it comes out different every time 😔

[a-hazbin-reader]

OK SO WHAT ABOUT ALASTOR X FEM READER EXCEPT READER DOESNT KNOW HOW TO REACT TO HIS CHIVALRY

So this takes place before they start dating and the beginning of the relationship. Reader basically has never met a guy who has chivalry(or is respectful) like ALASTOR, so when Alastor’s mannerisms come out, reader just looks at him like “wtf are you doing?” BUT NOT IN A MEAN WAY, more like in a confused way because they’re from a time where chivalry isn’t as popular(especially to women in general) and reader was raised to be tough(but it’s still nice to get treated like a lady). So whenever alastor acts like that reader just gets awkward and shy.

IM ASKING FOR THIS CUZ LIKE THE GUYS NOW HAVE NO RESPECT OR CHIVALRY like alastor😔😒 (ik not ALL guys but most guys now and days are jackasses)

Hnnng I fucking love this ✨️

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Harassment, Men being nasty

Description: ☝️⬆️

Back when you were alive, men never did the sort of things that Alastor does unless they wanted to get laid

Most of the men you knew had tendencies to act like frat boys or old perverts

Only having one goal in mind and if they got rejected then they got fucking nasty as hell with you

On top of that, you didn't have the luxury of growing up to be soft and helpless like some people

You had to be strong and look out for yourself, you rarely looked to others for help

Not even your own family

Some people didn't even look at you as a woman, just as some tough badass who didn't need anyone's helping hand

At least you hoped that how they looked at you

Not that you would've rejected the offer if anyone actually tried to help you out, everyone needs a hand now and then

The only people who ever offered any sort of help were horny guys who offered to help you let off some steam with them

Fuck off

But Alastor grew up in a very different time than you and his way of treating you always gave you whiplash

He would never dream of asking you to fuck within the first few days of knowing each other, or even the first month wtf kind of animals have men turned into??

You don't even wanna know, Alastor

His little pet names alone made you flustered but his actions??? A whole other monster in itself

When you first met him this crazy guy kissed your hand like you were in some regency movie

You were so shy afterwards that you couldn't look him in the eyes, your cheeks hot and pink

One time, Alastor actually took off his coat and put it over a puddle for you step on

Didn't you just beat up some guy for ripping it???

You could've just stepped over the puddle in the first place??? Why did you do that??

"I did what any proper gentleman would do for a lady such as yourself, Y/N..!"

You gotta look away at that point or else he would see how hot your face is getting, feeling flustered

Alastor actually asked you to dance to a song that wasn't meant for grinding and sweating on each other??

You blush and mumble something about not knowing how to dance to music like this and instead of making fun of you Alastor teaches you how

He's a wonderful dancer and leads the entire time, not letting you make a fool of yourself in front of everyone

You've never felt your heart do skip so many beats before

You're trying to ignore what some random lecherous demon is saying about your body and the things he would do to it??

Guess what-

"Now that is not the way to start a proper conversation with a lady of Y/N's status, or any lady for that matter."

Alastor scares him off for you and won't even accept your thanks in return, making your legs wobbly

Once your suffering with feelings for Alastor then every little thing he does makes you turn into a gooey puddle

It doesn't stop when he's suddenly courting you, only getting worse with each romantic act

He brings you flowers, dedicates entire broadcasts to you, asks you to take evening strolls with him

He does all this and never even expects a parting kiss from you, simply happy to be in your presence

When/why the fuck did men stop acting like this?? This is so much better than how they were back when you were alive-

You get flustered just at the sight of him now, wondering just how he's going to make you swoon today

Alastor is slowly getting you accustomed to how he believes you should always be treated, happy that you're no longer confused by his actions

This motherfucker just Pavlov-ed you into falling for him

This was so fun to write!! I hope I did a good enough job!!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader

[angelltheninth]

I need your thoughts on scissoring with Mizu please, I want her to feel pleasure too!! 🥺😔

My thoughts? Fair warning, they're of the horny kind.

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, insecurity, clit stimulation, scissoring, kissing, aftercare

A/N: Why is the most perfect woman for me not real?

Takes a long time for Mizu to get comfortable being fully naked in front of you, all those scars and marks on her body, she's a little insecure

You truly feel honored when she takes all her clothes off for the first time, letting you see all of her

Although you still have to ease her arms and hands away from her

Your whole relationship progress has been slow, this is no different and there's no need to rush things either

You don't stop kissing her while you untie her hair and slowly push her down on her back

It's rare for you to be on top

Just goes to show how much trust Mizu has in you, how vulnerable she's willing to be with you

You hold her hand on yours, fingers interlocked while you use your other hand to put her leg over your shoulder

She has to nod, she has to tell you it's okay to move further

This is first for her, naturally she would be nervous about having sex differently

You start of with very slow rolls of your hips into hers

Just that first contact makes her moan

God are her moans cute, you can't help but want to hear more of them

Surprising how it doesn't take much, Mizu doesn't want to disappoint you

Nothing she could do would be a disappointment but you know how stubborn she can be

You have to fuck that stubbornness and doubt right out of her

Mizu is a quick learner so before you know it her other hand is reaching for your thigh, pulling you closer, your arousal coating her leg, mixing with her own slick to make it easier to move

For a moment you think you see a tear roll down her cheek but she closes them way to quickly for you to be able to tell in the dim lighting

With every roll of your hips came more pleasure shooting up your spine

You weren't expecting Mizu to flip you over on your back in the middle of it but when she's chasing her pleasure you know there's no stopping her

In that case it's a very good thing you don't want her to stop, not until you're both tired and spent

Every time you rub against each other Mizu bites her lip, trying to get some of her composure back

Not that it works, not with her clit constantly getting stimulated

For the first time in a long time she doesn't feel her orgasm coming, it takes her by complete surprise, causing her to fall over you, her hips still jerking forward

She's shaking and overwhelmed but she wants to kiss you, now and forever and never stop kissing you

You roll her on her back again, slowly kissing her, kissing her neck, her cheeks, the tears away from her eyes because she deserves this, she deserves to feel pleasure

#blue eye samurai #mizu #bes #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #bes x reader #blue eye samurai imagine #mizu imagine #bes imagine #blue eye samurai fanfic #bes fanfic #mizu fanfic #blue eye samurai smut #mizu smut #bes smut #x female reader #wlw

[brisquad-unit-4402]

Hello can I request Luxiem reacting to you taking off their engagement ring (assuming them and reader are engaged)? The situation can differ per member. Also if you’re not comfortable doing all members then at least Vox, Shu and Ike will be okay. Thank you!

oooo i saw “the situation can differ” and i took the fattest sip out of my coffee. i love drama. if you’re looking for something specifically fluff or angst with your oshi i hope the rng works in your favor

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, engagement and marriage, fluff, angst, breakups, arranged marriage, misunderstandings, unrequited love alternate universe, reader gets sold to one direction, i popped off a little too hard on some of these so sorry if you can detect a bias 😔

⚠️ forced marriage, implied dubcon (non-explicit), yandere(?) in vox’s entry

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🖋 Ike Eveland

Ike spent all the time in the world examining every last ring at the jeweler's with the eye of a detective, whittling down each choice until he found the perfect ring to propose to you with.

Now he looks back at the white gold and how it reflects his face as he holds it up close, glasses up on his forehead while his nearsighted eyes take it in. The diamond in the center divides his reflection up in facets that gleam even as his shadow covers the overhead light, while the two sapphires on either side make the blue in his eyes all the more prominent.

He thought he had it all planned out, and he wasn't so presumptuous that he knew everything would go like how his wildest dreams unfolded, but he thought he had done at least something right. The moment he got on one knee was the number-one proof there was magic in the world.

So why, then, isn't the engagement ring in its rightful place on your hand?

He turns it over, inspecting the band as if there would be a clue engraved on the metal. Nothing, and it makes the growing panic in his head all the louder. You've already left the home much earlier that day, and he hasn't gotten a single text from you since. That's not surprising—he's clingy but not so much that he needs updates from you 24/7—but it's gnawing at him. You were so happy when he proposed that you cried with him, and your eyes rarely left the band around your finger. You swore you'd never leave it behind with wet eyes and the biggest smile in the world.

The memory just makes Ike all the more confused. He found it in the bathroom, on the sink counter like just any old piece of jewelry, even though you always keep it on your nightstand in the same place every day. It's a ritual to slip it on every morning and take it off every night, and there's been more than a few times Ike placed it on your finger before anyone's left the bed, as if the magic of the proposal still lingers with every day he's your fiancé.

At least, he thought it did. Something about plans and not being presumptuous, and doing something right. Or God forbid, doing something wrong.

He clutches the ring closer in his hand as he kneels on the bathroom tile, the cool metal turning warm with how long he's been holding it, while he puts the last few days on replay. Did he ruin something without noticing? He dreads the thought, and when he can't think of any recent transgressions, he tries to recall every day since the proposal.

Anxiety dyes the memories over. He always treasured every moment, even the imperfect ones where he's made a fool of himself (because what else is he supposed to do when he's in love like nothing else), but now he's starting to realize that he could've done better. He should've done better.

He's so lost in his thoughts and the labyrinth of deceit they invite that he doesn't recognize the world around him, even as the home comes to life while he sits still. He ignores the latching of keys and doors opening and closing. The only thing that snaps him out if it is footfalls along the flooring, slowly growing in volume as they approach the bathroom, until they're interrupted by the door creaking open and—

"Holy—Ike! You scared me!" Your hands are raised, startled, but lower to your side. "I just got home, and I was wondering where you went and... Why are you on the floor?"

Count another moment of foolishness. Ike returns to the waking world, where he sits on his legs over the tile of the master bathroom of the house, hands cupped around the engagement ring and the one he cares for above all else behind him, and yet still he can barely muster the strength to raise his head, much less speak out loud.

"Reader," he says. "I, uh, I have a question."

The words end there, and too ashamed to look up, he brings his hands out instead. Diamond and sapphires shine through his palms.

He hears a sharp intake of air. A gasp. Of shock, certainly, but whatever fuels it is lost to him.

"No way, you found it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You plop down on the floor right next to your fiancé, leaning along his shoulder in disbelief. "It wasn't in any of my pockets, and I was just about to turn the house upside-down. Where was it?"

"I'm not sure how to approach this," Ike mumbles, before fixing his glasses and raising his quiet voice a bit louder. "It was in the bathroom."

"Ohh, that explains it. I probably took it off to wash my hands, then."

Ike falters. "Wh-what?"

"I usually take it off before getting my hands wet," you explain, as if it's the most mundane thing in the world. It is. "I know gold is waterproof, but I don't want it to lose its shine or anything."

"Right. The shine."

Ike Eveland, certified idiot, at your service.

The ring sits pretty in one hand while the other runs through his hair. Another foolish moment, but with your head up on his shoulder, his anxieties calm.

Fingertips rest along his palm, and when he looks at its source, you return the gaze. Your eyes sparkle nearly as bright as the gemstones, but your lids are lowered, trying to discern something. "Ike, you look like you have something on your mind."

"I do, don't I." At that, he muffles a laugh, fingers still tangled in his ashy hair. "No, I'm just glad that the ring reunited with its owner."

"Thanks again." You nod, the elated smile on your face fading into a dopey one. "Can you...?"

The exchange is wordless, and in his palm, warm. Ike takes the ring and turns it upright, while the hand it rested on takes yours instead.

Every morning when the both of you are too sleepy to even speak, he manages to treat your hands like fine crystal glass, and still he does now, with your palm resting under his grasp and fingers dangling out. The metal's temperature doesn't shock you at all. It's an extension of you, even when it was under Ike's watch.

Ike affixes the band with care, lashes and disheveled hair covering his eyes as he focuses, but you can discern the small, struck curve in his lips as he twists the band into place, certain it won't budge for the rest of the day.

You start to raise your hand, but before you do he gently tugs it back down, still focused on the way the engagement ring gleams. Then up at your knuckles, and higher on your arm until you can see a hint of green through the lashes. That green blinks back under his eyelashes as he lifts your knuckles to his lips.

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🦁 Luca Kaneshiro

It's late. You haven't checked the time in hours, but it's dark, and the false daylight from the old floor lamp in your living room cuts through the night in the window.

You should be asleep by now. You haven't gotten a good rest in what feels like forever. You've always been too worried, and when worry eased it turned into hollowness, even when the other side of the bed sinks with added weight.

You sit along the couch in the corner you always occupy on late nights when Luca is out. Whenever he comes back, he always wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. A metallic scent follows him.

The door opens. Warm arms envelop you. Squeeze. Lips against your hair.

You don't have it in you to smile.

He can tell. His grin falls as he peels back his gloves. They're tinted darker on the knuckles. "Reader. You've been so distant lately."

"I will be. It'll be better for me to stop seeing you. It's not safe." The dredges of all your past arguments curl into your throat.

It breaks your heart to see Luca so stunned. Months upon months cleaning and dressing his wounds, and you've never seen him so taken aback.

That's one of the reasons you can't go on like you used to.

"I've spent so much of my time telling you to watch yourself, and so much time just asking you to come home," you explain. "You know as well as I do you can take a break. But you don't.

"And I can't control you, but do you know how many times I've had to stay up just to know you'll be safe? To know I'll be safe?" Your fingers tense. "The gunfire outside, the spyware, I stopped ordering packages because ever since that threat last year I've been paranoid one of your enemies might actually leave a bomb at my doorstep. I don't know how you can do it, but I can't.

"And I've spent so much time alone."

Your eyes fall to the engagement ring on your hand. It's glamorous and gold, with tiny diamonds that line the band and frame the large diamond in the center like pawns to a king. Is that what you are to him?

You raise the back of your palm up, and the lamp makes the diamonds shimmer. "What does this even mean? You tell me you love me but you never give me your time anymore. You can't just do that, Luca. Not when I stay up night after night worrying what if you got shot, or stabbed, or kidnapped, and every night you don't come home or even send me a text I can't help myself from thinking that."

"I wouldn't." Luca's big purple eyes make contact with yours. The way his voice wavers and his face is set into a grimace, you know he's serious, and those purple eyes are honest. "I wouldn't get hurt and leave you by yourself like that."

"But you did! There are days in a row where I don't see a trace of you and consider calling in a missing persons case! Weeks, even, and so many times I have to patch you up after a fight!"

"I can take care of myself."

"And I want to take care of you! We're engaged, that means we're in it together, but I can't do this! I'm not some superhero mafioso like you. I'm just-"

Your throat tightens. You were doing such a good job at keeping yourself together, but the diamonds are your chain.

You rip the ring off yourself, and Luca watches in horror.

"I'm just normal."

The ring lands on the table, next to the water stains from the previous tenant. Your fiancé is motionless.

"I'll help you collect your things tomorrow when it's a decent hour," you snap, patience lost. "But you're not staying here. God knows you've found places to spend the night without me."

"We're not over," he says, utterly in disbelief.

"Yes, we are! You can't get it through your head that you're dangerous, and you can't even make up for it by being there when it matters. I'm not safe. How could I ever feel safe when the man that proposed to me is never around to actually protect me? You said you would when you got down on one knee, and ever since it's only been more danger! That's the opposite of what you promised me!"

You snatch the ring with one hand and his own in the other. He winces, and you can see a newly formed bruise where his own band glints up at you. Another late fight tonight, when he could've rested.

You push the engagement ring into his palm and force the fingers closed around it. He doesn't even protest. "Go home. Let me be alone like I know you're so good at doing."

"I'll be back for you. I'll make it right. I swear."

"You had your chance and you blew it. You're lucky I'm not changing the lock before you get your things." You leer, scorned and scarred. "We're done."

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👟 Shu Yamino

Your hand shakes, and the engagement ring between your fingers glints in the lighting. The gold is stark against your skin even in the glow, with a pear-shaped stone in the center of the ring that catches the glow in little reflections off the surface of the fabric of your attire and your skin. They start purple, then gleam in subtle rainbows of fire.

It’s an elegant piece with slanted filigree wrapped all around like Shu's flames around your finger. The stone smiles, and when the light bounces off the facets, it giggles speckles of glitter against you.

Shu is so beautiful in white. His eyes are a brilliant royal purple just like the stone, especially as he blinks back tears, and even though his hair is braided back, a strand of hair strays by his right side. He spent the last twenty minutes blowing it out of his face nervously.

Your fingers graze over the gold. The fiery stone lets out a laugh as it slides off your finger.

Shu's hand meets yours. "Let me help you," he whispers, so quiet that no one could ever hear it but you. He shakes too, but he is together with you, and as you present him your right hand, the engagement ring finds its place on your right hand.

He produces another, one that the both of you picked out together. It, too, is gold, but simply bent upward in a point like a chevron. Two stones, one diamond and one deep purple, are placed on the side. One to represent each of you, set together in metal.

"I've been dreaming about this for so long," he admits. His voice is wet. You know your eyes are too, and even though you gingerly wipe them, you focus on how much care he puts into placing the band around your left ring finger, both hands trembling at the excitement.

It takes you time to find your words. Even as you bring out his ring, you're still speechless, and the weight of the gold is both air and boulder. "I love you," you say, because that's all you can think. His band matches the angle shape of yours, but the metal is thicker to fit his hands, and flat enough to reflect your ring alongside his. As you place it on his finger, you brush against his knuckles.

"Reader. Do you take Shu as your lawfully wedded husband, to live in matrimony, to have and to hold, in both sickness and in health, dedicated to him for as long as you live?"

"I love you, I do, I do, I do."

"Shu. Do you take Reader as your lawfully wedded spouse, to live in matrimony, to have and to hold, in both sickness and in health, dedicated to them for as long as you live?"

"I do. God, I love you." You don't retract your hand, and he wraps around yours. The gold weaves between your fingers. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"You have pledged before these witnesses to be joined in marriage, and you have now sealed this pledge by exchanging these wedding rings. By the power vested in me, I pronounce you officially married!"

You barely hear the officiator before Shu leans in. You meet him where your wedding ring presses against his skin and the engagement ring spreads royal freckles across his face.

You're set alight, gold on gold, lip against lip. You take his first kiss of many as a newly married man.

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👹 Vox Akuma

The Lord Akuma may be self-assured, but he knows when his intuition is trying to signal something, and so he approaches you with what you can already tell is hesitation. "My love."

"Lord."

"It has come to my attention—"

"There's a first for everything," you mock.

You know your attitude more than justifies the trepidation. Good. You'll admit that talking back to a noble is a death sentence, and anyone that dared to disrespect Lord Akuma’s name would be strung up for their rudeness.

However, you are not simply ‘anyone.’ You are the royal heir to a kingdom of your own, and your death would bring upon a far worse fate to the Lord than any public execution.

Lord Akuma’s harsh red makeup squints together as he leers—then sighs and tries again, shoulders still square as if that would intimidate you. “It has come to my attention that you reject our engagement.”

Years of etiquette has taught you otherwise, but now, you understand the commonfolk’s urge to spit on the shoes of another. “Of course I reject it. I would never marry someone like you.”

“As you’ve made it abundantly clear. You have my apologies if your time in my castle has been lackluster. Please, if the accommodations have been subpar, or the staff neglectful, just say the word. It will be handled accordingly.”

“I don’t give a damn about your castle. I’m not marrying you!” You snap. “You’re a disgusting pig of a warlord. My kingdom will never accept this.”

“Is that truly what you think?”

You nod, hair in your face and teeth gnashed together. “They’ll come for me. They’ll stand up against the empire we’ve been at war with for the abduction of their royal heir.”

“I’m afraid that’s not how it works, my love.”

“And quit calling me that!”

“Look at me.”

In an instant Lord Akuma lifts your chin with a finger, forcing you to face him even as you try to turn away. “But that is who you are.” Vox’s eyes, a pallid yellow most days, turn darker than sunsets. “Despite your kingdom’s political climate, you are no ruler. A heir, yes, but no ruler. Making your own choice in marriage was never an option.”

He produces the ring, a gold band in a traditional style practiced in his empire alone. You’re no jeweler, but it’s clear it’s a heirloom passed down from blood to blood until it fell into Lord Akuma’s hands. You don’t need a artisan’s knowledge to know those rubies feel much heavier than they look, either.

“I was heartbroken to see you left this behind in your room,” Lord Akuma said, coolly and evenly, and certainly not heartbroken at all. Ice slides down your spine as you realize that hesitance wasn’t out of fear at all. No, you’ve underestimated him entirely. “Especially after the true rulers of your kingdom, your parents, accepted the terms and gave me their blessing.

“If you see me as simply a political figure, then I’m sure you can recognize you aren’t half of the politician you claim to be.” His grin grows wider. “Perhaps a bargaining chip is a better title.”

Your vision flares red, then white as you thrash. “You—“

“Hold still.”

Lord Akuma’s grip is startlingly strong. His nails dig into the sides of your cheeks as he shoves you against the wall.

As much as you try to slip away, the Lord Akuma is the general of his army as well as a noble, and has dealt with much more cunning minds than yours. He pins you down, hot weight pressing your arm away while he catches your left hand.

“It would be wise not to resist me,” he commands.

Still you writhe, even though Lord Akuma shifts his weight to disable you further. Your knuckles are turning white under his grip.

Your strength is on the verge of giving out, now that the adrenaline is wearing off, and Lord Akuma is no longer shocked. You grunt and force every last bit of energy into your fist, but his fingers weave around yours, pulling your fist apart until he wrests the ruby ring onto your finger.

“You bastard,” you hiss. You must be a wreck right now, in improper dress and sweltering under Lord Akuma, and with every last courtesy abandoned in your hatred. The exhaustion from the fight fuels both anger and humiliation, especially now that Lord Akuma is so close. “You’re sick, Lord Akuma.”

He looks down at you, and has the gall to look disappointed. “My love, your fiancé’s name is Vox.”

You growl. “I hate you, more than anything.”

Vox is barely an inch away, and grins as he closes the distance. His teeth point daggers. “Then kiss me like you hate me.”

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

#luxiem x reader #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma x reader #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #shu yamino #vox akuma #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #luxiem #ike eveland fluff #luca kaneshiro angst #shu yamino fluff #vox akuma angst #4402 writes #listening to the gardens from little big planet while writing shv's entry #i'm also the loudest crier at his and reader's wedding these two things are correlated

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Jealous, jealous, jealous girl pt 2

Part 1-

Request- reader and hobie get into an argument bc of how she treats Gwen, they break up, reader starts to get even angrier at people even Pavitr (my poor baby), she finds out that Gwen started to stay at Hobie’s place and she hears him call Gwen “Gwendy” (he does that in the movie and I think it’s cute) so she just stops coming to the spider society HQ all together bc that was her final straw, somehow Hobie finds her and she tells him about how really felt deep down 😔

“Look, I’m just saying you can’t get mad everytime I even talk to her.” He said as calmly as he could.

“It’s not even just you talking to her anymore! You’re hanging out with her more than you are me! You’re fucking calling her nicknames!”

“It’s just cause we’re working together, there’s nothing else goin’ on, love-“

“Don’t call me that. I never said there was anything else going on. And that’s not all because you wanna know what else I saw? Her fucking clothes in your room! Her shoes, shirt, pants. You told me that she wasn’t staying anymore, you lied to me.”

“I couldn’t tell you, cause I knew you’d get angry.”

“You knew and you did it anyway?”

“I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry.“ he said, but he didn’t say it in a genuine way.

“We’re done. You keep lying to me, and I can’t do it anymore.” You said, tears at your eyes.

“Wh- Y/n- Y/n, don’t-“ he said as you started to mess with your watch, going straight to the HQ.

When you entered the portal he groaned and sighed, he laid on his bed and put his hands over his face.

“Fuck.” He knew he messed up.

——————————————————————

It seemed as if he moved on quicker than you. You came to work on the verge of tears everyday, and he was laughing and talking with Gwen everyday.

Pavitr helped you through everything, staying at your house sometimes, and you staying at his. His aunt loved you.

You were having lunch with him, you both sat in silence and eating.

“So, how you handling the whole…” he asked after a while of silence.

You sighed “Not good. He just keeps hanging out with her, and I heard that she was staying at his again!” You started to get pissed off every time you talked about it.

“Alright, alright, calm down. You guys needa talk it out.”

You thought for a moment.

“I guess.. I just… I dunno, it kinda hurts to see him, yknow?”

“I get it, just talk to him when you’re ready, because I want the gang back! I miss all of you guys, and it’s not like I don’t like hanging out with you.. it’s just… better with all of you. And Hobie told me some things, I think you guys can work it out”

“Some things? What things Pavitr..?” You said.

“Just some… non important things..”

“Pavitr.”

He looked the other way, struggling to meet your gaze.

You rolled your eyes, and stood up, throwing away the garbage.

“Wait- y/n, I’m sorry-“

You left him alone, and he sighed as he continued to eat.

As she walked out, you ran into Hobie and Gwen speaking.

You hid so they didn’t see you.

“Gwendy, next time ya come over, quit forgetting your toothbrush.”

“Gwendy..?” You whispered to yourself. You knew she was being called nicknames but it was different hearing it.

You rolled your eyes, as you quickly walked past them. Gwen stared at you, while Hobie just ignored you.

Hobie sighed when you left.

“You guys still not talking?”

“Nah. I was thinking of it… but I gotta wait until she’s not pisssed off.. which is rare.” He shrugged.

They walked into the lunchroom, seeing pavitr sit there and stare at his food.

“Yo, Pavitr.” Hobie said, excited and ready to get a happy welcome.

Pavitr just looked at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I told her that you said some things, I didn’t tell her exactly what, but she got all mad and left me! Fix your stuff man, she’s a great person, and I want her back.”

Hobie just sighed as Pavitr stood up and threw his trash away as well.

“Just talk to her.” Gwen shrugged when he looked at her.

“We got into an argument over you. That’s why it happened.”

She laughed “I’m flattered but I’m not worth breaking up over. You two were probably the cutest couple I’ve seen.”

He sighed “Yeah. You’re right.”

————————————————————-

With tears in your eyes you left the HQ, telling spider byte you’d be away for a while, her asking a lot of questions and then saying she’s got it there.

You didn’t tell Miguel or anyone else, just her.

You went to your apartment, and went straight to your bed. You didn’t even realize you were crying. When you did, you let it all out. Ugly crying felt good to do at the moment, so that’s what you did.

You cried for a good 15 to 20 minutes. Then you fell asleep.

You woke up, and pretty much did the same thing for a few days.

Jessica was constantly bothering you, telling you you had to be in.

“‘M still sick with the virus. Can’t.” You lied.

She rolled her eyes “You’re full of shit.”

“Yeah… cus of the virus.”

She sighed “Funny. Just… be in soon, I can’t keep covering for you.”

“I will.”

After a day or two, people at the HQ noticed. Pavitr, Gwen, and Hobie mostly noticed, Jessica, Miguel, And Charlotte, whom you were also close with, noticed.

(Charlotte is sun-spider)

No one bothered to come by except for Pavitr for a while.

He tried to convince you to come back, but also letting you know of everything happening.

“Alright, I gotta go, see you!” He said, opening a portal.

“Yeah, see you.”

A day after, instead of jessica it was Miguel himself that called through your watch.

You sighed “Yeah, yeah, I’ll come in-“

“You better. You know that spot guy we were looking at?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s a bigger issue than we thought. We’re looking for him right now. You have to come in today, no excuses.” He said.

“Okay. Yeah. I will in a little..”

He disappeared and you sighed, laying back in bed.

There was a knock at your front door, making you jump.

You groaned in annoyance and got up.

“What?” You opened the door, and then you saw it was hobie.

You tried to slam the door, but he stopped it with his foot.

“Hello to you too.” He mumbled.

“What do you want, Hobie?”

“I wanna talk.”

“Okay. Talk.”

“I’m sorry. I am. I miss you, a lot. And I just want to… fix things. If it’s possible, Y’Know? Im sorry for lying, and sorry for.. everything.”

You stared at him for a while, and this time he sounded genuine. He looks like he’s been… crying?

“I miss you too hobie. God, I fucking-“ you took in a sharp breath “I love you. I always have, since the moment I saw you, and I don’t think that’s ever gonna change. But it hurts. It fucking hurts. You went behind my back, and lied to me.”

He listened and stared.

“I don’t love Gwen. I love you. Like you said, always have, always will. And I’m sorry I lied.. but Gwen’s my friend, and you and her could really get along. If you’re asking me to stop being friends with her-“

“I’m not asking you to stop being friends with her. I’m asking you to not lie about it next time. Don’t lie about how she’s not staying at your place when she is.” You said, you feel like you were repeating yourself as you raised your voice.

“I won’t. If you give me another chance, I will never lie to you again. I screwed up, and honestly I’d do anything for you to forgive me. And maybe if we could go on a date.. yknow, redo the whole thing.

“I forgive you. And yeah.” You said after a while of silence.

He smiled ever so slightly. “Thank you. You coming back to HQ now?”

“Yeah. Miguel’s gonna blow my brains out if I don’t.”

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spider man across the spider verse #SoundCloud

[snaillock]

heeyy^x^

i really like ur writings🤭 and i’m happy bc finally someone writes male reader stories

anyway!! i would like to request a sae x gamer/streamer m!reader fic, where the reader is a big gamer and also a twitch streamer, how did sae get along with that, how does sae take it when the reader doesn't pay attention to him because he's playing / chatting with his friends on discord🫣 sorry if i write something wrong english is not my first language😔 had a good day!!

sae itoshi x male!streamer!reader

tysm anon! i’m glad you enjoy my stuff! i also hope you enjoy this and that it’s to your satisfaction

tags: male reader, established relationship, jealous and overthinking sae, surprise! sae also sucks ass at communicating, also lowkey self-indulgent since i secretly dream of being a streamer, doing a different format than what i typically do

sae knows he’s being hypocritical but he simply can’t help it.

he saw the way you would hole yourself up in your office, streaming for several hours straight almost every day. sometimes you wouldn’t even get out to take a break.

you could’ve given yourself a much more laidback schedule thanks to sae’s success and wealth. instead you chose not to rely on him financially and prioritized your self-independence and stability. the only thing you really accepted from him career-wise was the massive clout boost that came with being his boyfriend. not to mention, you just loved the career path you chose, even if it did make you stressed sometimes. so you were more than fine with committing a lot of effort into it despite his insistence.

he understands and relates to how busy your lifestyle can get, yet he can’t help but feel a little neglected when he rarely sees you outside your office during the day and knows you don’t have much time free time to spend with him.

and perhaps he did feel jealous whenever he overheard you and your other streamer friends voice calling and playing games, laughing and cracking jokes with each other.

ugh he hated the idea that he could get jealous at all. he knows he should be more rational about this. he’s supposed to be the rational one! but he can’t help it. you’re his boyfriend! you should be spending your time with him. laughing and making jokes with him.

it’s gotten so bad that he even felt annoyed by your viewers fawning over you. he knew feeling a threatened by them was crazy because who the hell doesn’t know you’re sae itoshi’s boyfriend. anyone would be crazy to try to come in between that. plus he has plenty of his own simps going insane over him. so he of all people should be more than aware of what it’s like to be with someone who’s famous and very out there in the world. he should especially expect this when he’s dating such a good looking guy.

sae has rarely felt insecure about himself either. until his mind started spiraling and he manages to convince himself that he isn’t interesting enough to be with you compared to your gamer friends. he definitely doesn’t say anything to you about it since he doesn’t want you think he’s weak because of it. instead he lets those overcooked insecurities build up even more and more in his head until he starts believing them.

one day he noticed your office door slightly cracked open so he peeked his head in to see you streaming. which you then noticed from the corner of your eye.

“sae!” you spun your chair around to face him. you quickly took off your headphones, forgetting to mute the microphone, and held your arms out with a big smile. “come here baby!”

he was surprised and flustered from your enthusiastic response. how could he not be when he’s been living with those negative ideas about the relationship for a while that he’s gotten so used to them. he reluctantly walked over to you to which you wrapped your arms around his neck, making him bend down to your eye level.

“i’m so sorry i’ve been so busy lately,” you said before cupping his face and planting kisses on his cheeks. “i promise i’ll make it up to you.” his face softened as he felt his worries wash away thanks to your words and kisses.

“alright,” he nodded. everything’s going to be alright. he watched your screen from the corner of his eye as the live chat started going crazy, with a slight smirk on his face.

a.n: when i got this request, i was also working on a much bigger sae fic which should be coming out in a few days or so. it’s currently 2k+ words. so stay tuned and if anyone wants to be tagged when it’s posted, let me know!

i also don’t think i can post a fic without using read more. i always write so fucking much.

#★ snail.writes ★ #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x male reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x male reader #male reader #scheduled #posting this while listening to weyes blood

[unkownbee]

Eliza: Stop doing that.

Alexander: Stop doing what?

Eliza: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Eliza: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Alexander: Oklahoma City, bitch!

('Tis a joke. Ham would never swear at his lovely wife)

Alexander: Where did you get that tomato soup?

Eliza: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

(When Eliza's too tired to put effort into cooking actual food)

Alexander: So you like cats?

Eliza: Yeah.

Alexander: Tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off the table.

Alexander: You got a date yet Eliza?

Eliza: No.

Alexander: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Eliza: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Alexander: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

(She's mad at him because he swore in front of baby Philip and Angie)

Alexander: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Eliza meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

(I don't know if they would actually do this, but I like to believe they would <3)

Alexander: Snow got me feeling some type of way.

Eliza: That's hypothermia.

Alexander: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

(Eliza is very much concerned and trying to get him to go inside and sit in front of the fire)

Eliza: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart.

Alexander: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

(Oh, it means everything <3)

Eliza: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Alexander: Okay.

Eliza: And make out during the scary parts.

Alexander: Th-

Alexander: The scary parts.

Alexander: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

(Yes, Alexander. She didn't stutter. The scary parts. Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Alexander: I’m so tired.

Eliza: Did you get to bed late?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Did you do something strenuous?

Alexander: No.

Eliza: Then why are you tired?

Alexander: I’m alive.

Eliza: Sounds exhausting.

(Eliza is right. Being alive is super exhausting 😔)

Alexander: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Eliza: Aww-

Alexander: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

(No, because he would definitely do this. You can't prove otherwise)

Alexander: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Eliza: That's great, Alexander. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 10 years and have 4 children.

(Ham just got back from drinking with his friends. He's drunk 😁)

Alexander, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Eliza, confused: I mean, this is our house, so yeah.

Eliza: Alex, could we go shopping? All the snacks are gone.

Alexander: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Alexander comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Eliza’s bedroom.

Eliza: Babe, are you.. coming to bed?

Alexander: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend.

Alexander: Lies on the ground and falls asleep.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: We're literally married, though???

(Again, Ham is drunk 😁👍)

Eliza: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Alexander: It was autocorrect.

Eliza: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me"?

Alexander: Yes.

(Yeah, that happens sometimes. Totally 👍)

Eliza: Alexander, can I speak to you for a minute? In private.

Alexander: Ooh, someone's in trouble. It's me. I don't know why I did that.

(Again, Ham swore in front of the kids)

Eliza: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Alexander: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day.

Eliza: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

(And that's on those rare occasions that he actually does sleep)

Eliza: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Alexander: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: You mean ring bearER, right?

Alexander: ...

Eliza: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

(He totally is. As he should 😌✨)

Eliza: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Alexander?

Alexander: …Not really.

Eliza: Nothing?

Alexander: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

(And that, kids, is the true meaning of Christmas. Exploiting people into buying stuff that they don't really need under the guise of it being worth it. That also fits for Black Friday, actually-)

Alexander: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Eliza: Cenotaph.

Alexander: What?

Eliza: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Alexander: I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Eliza: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Alexander: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Eliza: So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Alexander: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Eliza: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

(I just thought this one was silly. I liked it)

Alexander: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Eliza: Steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely.

Alexander: That one. I want that one.

Eliza: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Alexander: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

#hamilton #hamiltrash #hamilton incorrect quotes #hamilton the musical #incorrect quotes #alexander hamilton #eliza schuyler #eliza hamilton #elizabeth hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #hamliza #hamilton x eliza #hamliza incorrect quotes #i was gonna add more but then i realized just how many I've already added #looks like this is gonna be a two-parter #probably more than 2 parts

[idv-sunsxin3]

Horropedia// Valentine's Day with S/O

Note// Valentine's Day... Not like i would often celebrate much, but that's why i have my pookies with me./ih

___

Before dating you, I think Valentines' Day wouldn't cross his mind much at first. Besides the idea of buying a gift for his grandpa... or treat himself by using his break looking through horror Galleries and book sections.

It is wrong to say that Valentine's Day is just meant for couples. It's a day for celebrating love in all its forms, from self-love to love between friends and family members after all.

I guess he haven't experienced much about giving gifts to other kinds of people. Like it's sometimes rare to see people give gifts to friends during Valentines' unless they are big BFFs-- Horropedia doesn't have a lot of people to talk with about his interests, nor seeing to be as close to anyone in an extent of being more intimate. Until he got to know you, then established a relationship with you.

"I used to not like this holiday much, you know?" Horropedia would say on every February 14th. Having this smile that seems to be recalling a nostalgic feeling.

"You remind me every year, honey." You would half heartedly say the same.

He would be most likely a bit awkward when it comes to looking through that certain holiday- wondering if he should give you something in your first Valentines' together as couple.

I feel like he wasn't too active in the first year of relationship until the time goes by as he slowly finds himself hanging out with you more often. 

You both probably didn't took much of a deal when it comes to the holiday, going on with your lives as you interact with one another normally like an everyday manner. You both didn't ask much from another besides each other's sweet company.

Eventually, he convinced himself in your 2nd-3rd year dating to get chocolates or even a squishable, like ones of a ghost, plague doctor, or a kitty grim reaper;;;;

Valentines Day will often be the day where you two still have to follow your daily routine. So, during work on his break, he would sneak the gifts on your desk or at your suitcase room before quickly coming back to his spot - rather than giving them to you personally.

4th year is when he decides to give gifts to you personally now, feeling more confident and comfortable in the lovely relationship he has with you.

5th year is when he would happily offer to go to some new place with you after your duties before coming back home to have a sleepover.

So on... some things seem to be done differently after the previous.

Dating Horropedia likely happened after you both knew each other so well since you were at the orphanage, taking care of the grades while also doing these kinds of teenage sillies for the last few years there.

Instead of plants, I would imagine Horropedia giving random mushrooms or a jar of bugs in your locker as a gift of affection(....help)

Either if after that went well or not, he would apologize if you point out that you are not a fan of that stuff- your patience will be well-appreciated as sometimes he can't even read the room himself... 😭🫠😔🥺

But well, during those orphanage years, there are few times during February where you both try out each other's boxed candies or chocolates during lunch period. Sitting together in the cafeteria and trying out the delicacies as Horropedia would randomly infordump whatever he brainrots in those hours/ih

And even currently, while now older, you're still pretty much following that tradition with him.

"See, Josh? This is the true meaning of Valentine's Day!" You would chirp at him as you try the new limited edition of your favorite dessert brand.

"Horror romance movies... a box of wine, and enough candy to kill a horse???" Horropedia notices the now big mountain of sweets with only 2 bottles of wine on the shared tables. Adjusting his glasses by the sight.

"You heard me!"

"Babe, I love you, I do. But If I eat one more piece of chocolate- I think I'm going to throw up."

Nonetheless, you both continue on and just enjoy whatever the limit that seems good enough for the both of you. I had these deep but pleasant conversations and got a bit tipsy in each other's arms on the couch. You both watch these classic and modern films together.

I think Horropedia probably would try to take one single flower arranging class- just to see if he can even make the ideal flower bouquet for you...

It went not so great, effort counts though./ih

One funny story as well is that Horropedia once gifted you something... huge in your 7th year during the orphanage years. Like some kind of ghost busting backpack-

As seniors to the arcanists, juniors couldn't judge much at the sight, knowing you too as they look up to you. Whereas the fellow seniors merely take quick, confused glances before minding their own business, going to their lockers, or rushing their butts to their next class.

Like he suddenly came up to you as you opened your locker and present you the bag sized item that is wrapped in a red bow...--

"Thank you--- but I can't even fit this in my locker, Josh! What should I do?

"Well, looks like you'll just have to carry it around all day! Everyone will know you’re all mine." ;)

Kidding, he'll help you carry it around if it's too much for you to grab- Or even a couple of textbooks as e escorts you to your classroom;;;. X')

I have the feeling that sometimes, I think Horropedia is attractive enough to lure some people in the orphanage during the teens/ih

There would be times when some girls would ask him if he's free to go somewhere with them during the love holiday- but his answers will always be the same. Even after the graduation.

"I'm sorry... Y/N already asked me out- Also, wanna take a look at this horror novel? Pretty cool, huh?" :D

"Oh? A hang out on friday? Ahhhhh,,, sorry, I have plans with Y/N for 3 days starting Friday.... Maybe next time???" <:)

"Date? Oh sheesh, sorry, I'm taken. And I'm very faithful. I will say." :)

"Oh- sorry, dude. I have a haunted mall date with Y/N- and when I say haunted mall, I mean that abandoned, haunted mall from 10 blocks away from here. I'm sure it'll be fun for us- they even plan to bring a picnic basket for lunch! *sighs* i like them so much;;;." <33

Yes. You're the one driving. There are times he would drive normally, and other times he would drive ✨️extreme✨️...

Yes. He'll ramble stuff about "horror" and you in the one same sentence. He just finds that very appealing for some reason-

And if not, he'll probably would seem to be the type to not get too interested in Valentine's Day, often still seeming to behave the same as every other day.. The ones who know him very well can describe otherwise. They would already notice the change on his plans as they seem to have you more involved than usual.

#horropedia x reader #horropedia #reverse: 1999 x reader #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #r1999 #r1999 x reader

[safety-writes-noms]

OKAY HI- HEARD YOU WANTED ASKS SO

MAYBE SOME OF YOUR VORE IMAGINES ON NOIR OR MIGUEL?

Or just whoever you want hshs

YES OFC POOKIE I’LL DO BOTH

Also I’m most familiar with writing g/t vore so i hope that’s okay and im sorry if it’s not your preference 😔

VORE BELOW CUT

Noir:

He comes from a dimension where people are starving in the streets and food is a precious resource. So if you offer to let him nom you or ask him to, he’ll be really appreciative. Especially if he’s hungry and needs a small placeholder before he can get to actual food.

Always has a protective hand placed over his belly if there’s someone tucked away inside. It makes him feel a bit more secure, knowing that the person is completely safe now but he can never be too sure. Only takes it off when he needs to.

Monochrome internals. It goes with his permanent black and white coloring. Plus i think that’d just fit. Once someone has asked him if he drank sharpie bath water. He didn’t even know what that was.

He has a cushy stomach, if not a little cramped and a little slippery. It’s moderately loud with it’s gurgles and growls, but not too loud. I feel like it’d be really warm inside, so it’s pretty comfortable. It is a little bit slimy though.

He’s up for it at any time any place. Oh, you’re cold and you want in? Say no more, he’ll swallow you and get you to a warmer area. You’re hiding from a group of people trying to hurt you? He can’t have that, he can put you in a safe and comfortable place while you hide. You just want to get eaten just because? He’s fine with that too. Down the hatch.

He’s big on comfort noms, whether or not it’s him who’s being comforted or a different person. He finds that it’s easier to calm down if he has someone inside, a small weight in his belly that helps him stay grounded. If he’s the one doing the comforting, its really easy to relax in his belly. It’s soft and warm and the constant slow movement of his other organs shifting as he breathes makes good ambiance.

Miguel:

this man is not gentle at all. He barely ever indulges himself for noms unless it’s utterly necessary. Or if he’s really close with the person, he’ll consider it at least. So when he does swallow someone in the events of an emergency, he’s not all that nice. He just nabs them, swallows them down and resumes whatever he was doing before hand, which is most often trying to contain anomalies.

He probably won’t explain and his only goal at the moment is to finish the mission, spit the person out into a safe place and leave. He’ll also be a little grumpy if the reward for his efforts is just a small stomach ache. (Even tho it’s kind of his fault for not explaining anything)

Like i said in my last post, he enjoys mouthplay a lot. If he’s comfortable enough with the person there’s a chance he might not even swallow, simply content with having something to (gently) fiddle with as he works. Although once or twice he’s accidentally had them slip down his throat when he wasn't intending to swallow the person.

He’s got a strong throat and can work someone down in just a few gulps with minor difficulty. Unless they’re actively fighting against him, in which he usually just presses a finger against his throat and pushes them down from the outside.

Despite the fact that he rarely ever indulges himself, he genuinely does like having someone tucked away inside. He just doesn’t think he deserves to have a break or should have one to just enjoy himself. Not when there are anomalies popping up everywhere, he still has repairs to make, he has thousands of people waiting on him to make life and death decisions every day and he can’t afford to “slack off”, in his words.

#sfw vore #SW answers asks #s: spidervores #spidervores #extreme cuddling #nonsexual vore

[garfunklyy]

Lynel doodles + daruk ^_^ I drew these during school so no ref and pure brain strength sorry if they're odd erm ANWYAY about my recent lynel post❤ I wanna expand on it a bit soo I wanna start on their culture a little bit!! Basically I feel like they're really big on courage and pride, so they tend to praise scars and such! Because of that, it's a big reason why the lynels in hyrule are where they are. They wanted to prove themselves mighty by battling in unknown lands and against powerful creatures (ofc this backfired because guess who got a huge spoonful of the calamity 🧍‍♂️). It also kinda works as ranking in tribes to some extent. I like to think that lynels travelled in small groups (up to 10 lynels in a little tribe but that would take a long time. Their families also tend to be small because they don't mate unless they're absolutely sure they can trust the mate so it takes a while.) So like the group leader often has big scars n markings because it makes them seem powerful and mighty ^_^ That also makes the practice of really young lynels battling rlly common because they have to kinda prove themselves as a lynel. It's different for every group of lynels but it's very common for them to do that or some sort of practice for new born lynels yea 💪 ALSO if they don't scar their child up, they do give them some sort of jewelry (earrings, septums, just general piercings usually) because it holds a similar rank to scars. Septums are common, but it's not limited to that ❤ Piercing n jewelry practices are done when the lynel is more young, around 6-15 months old , the battling is done when they're like 3 years old. They do train for it before they battle so dw they're not getting thrown there w a sword like "yeah ur done gl" 💪 Talking about age, I feel like lynels have a big lifespan. Considering the lynels from the calamity are still there, I feel like they can make it well over 100+. Probably like 200,but that's for normal lynels. (Also might be pushing it a lil). Lynels affected by the calamity probably have less of a lifespan because malice would probably damage their bodies. YEAA they're oldies 😔 not sure about the whole age labeling yet tho. Anyway, I think that's all I have for that topic.. So ermm a little on the Gorons because daruk was here ❤ (I lab daruk)

Gorons are made of many different rocks, such as volcanic rock, sedimentary rock, maybe even gemstones or such. (Also, that makes them be distant cousins of the talus species! Not so distant but yk) it's more common to see the type your average hyrule goron is because they all come from death mountain, Gorons that are from different volcanoes can be quite different, making the Gorons actually pretty diverse. That doesn't mean Gorons in hyrule are exclusively just like the ones in death mountain, there can still be different types, it's just more common! Either way, Gorons are very different from one another, death mountain or not. See, have you noticed how daruk actually looks quite different from the usual goron NPCs? That's because he's a grittier, rougher type of rock. It's why he has so much hair, and also why in my personal head canon he has patterns on him ^_^ it's usual to see patterned Goron's because of the whole diverse rock thing blah blah blah!! Also, they're not very symmetrical (be nice guys 😔). Some gorons can be chiseled to look symmetrical, but it's very rare for a goron to be all smooth and perfect when they're fresh out the bakery volcano!! ALSO! Their hair is different from hair that of a hylian or gerudo, it's actually kinda like tiny ropes! It's because they have different scalps, which makes hair harder to grow. It can be different for every goron, (for example Daruk) but it's just common to see them with little hair because it's really all they can do. For some gorons, their hair can work like hedgehog spikes! It really all depends on how the goron was made yeaa ^_^ also I like to think that they have tails because it helps balance their body weight and also balance themselves because I don't think they can balance on their stubby legs dude have you SEEN them zawg they CANNOT stand 😔 anyway yea sorry if any of this doesn't make sense I really wanted to talk about this ❤ teehe expect more in the next blue moon! Flies away like a fairy

#botw lynel #lynel #doodles #goron #headcanons #yapping #tloz #tloz botw #tlozheadcanons #Ill post more on other species too i just really like gorons and lynels

[fourteenthz]

9 or 24 bc i love to see old man suffering 😭😔

hihiihihih GIGGLES. thank you so much for asking rue MWAH

so... the first one is more about thesa + ardbert than anything else, so if you want to see the old man suffering OH do I HAVE exactly what you ask LMAO here have like.. the whole thing I have so far bc it doesn't make sense if I take snippets of it lol enjoy the ride <3

wip roundup :)

There are rooms in which life shines brighter, Emet-Selch believed. Rooms where this frail and shattered body seemed to feel more comfortable — probably, influenced by his intact soul that still felt the same as it ever did in certain situations.

Art, he realized millennia ago, does that to him. Visiting the Akademia and seeing new experiments, learning a new tale or being dragged by his dearest for a new play at the Agora — being forced to dance with them, all of it felt the same. And one could argue it was the company that helped, but he would always oppose it by saying it still happened in the quiet moments at home — when he found a new tune playing by his window, painted something he would very rarely show anyone, conjured a new instrument that Hythlodaeus would soar to know more about.

However, this was in a word that knew nothing but peace. In a world where he knew love.

Now, those moments are few, but still somewhat achievable by creating art, he discovers. Moments where he isn't Solus nor Emet-Selch, where he is but Hades painting in a dark room and trying to let some of his overwhelming thoughts out — anything.

Today, the room just feels draining. The consequences of Venat's decisions seemed to worsen every day but the more tired he felt in this body, the more he realized his job was paying off. Almost done, he tells himself, and it's enough to ease his nerves until the annoying sound comes to bother him again.

“This one was your fourteenth, I believe.” The young Varis said, in an unusual manner that almost showed him a hint of interest.

Varis felt much like any younger royalty has in the past decades he lived in this sundered world, ready to please — forced to, in a way, but nothing different from any other creature that spoke in his way. Malformed ones, he realizes, not even able to see worth in themselves, rather, always trying to impress those who had known perfection and knew that would never find it in this shard or any other.

Emet-Selch doesn't answer to that, but Varis only said that because he read the numbers on a small sign next to the painting, so there was no need to. This walk was against his better judgment, of course, because the Ascian knew he should play his part without really revealing much about his true intentions without it being extremely necessary. He learned that it would make them fear him, more than necessary, so he didn't repeat the experience after it happened once.

However, it has been a while, and the Garleans now at least respect him enough to not press him with many questions. Varis was insistent by times, but one look at the teen and all words ceased, so there isn't much to be afraid to share anymore.

Although, he would admit to being sentimental to a fault. The soreness of his body by old age kept him from being able to paint as much as he did like, but seeing all the ones he had done throughout those sorry years that passed still somewhat soothed his mind — and he knew, and even spoke out, that this was the only reason he agreed to show this room for Solus's grandson. Varis didn't ask further questions, already impressed the emperor agreed so easily, so there was no need to make a big deal out of it.

Except that it felt tormenting, to see this shattered soul walking through the room filled with so much treasure and being impressed by the emperor's skills — rather than the story he painted with his own heart in order to pull some familiarity out.

“I've noticed familiar structures in some-” Varis starts, stopping right in front of the forty-one painting, one that was made after Amaurot. In the sigh, it just read: Peace #25, not so different from the next one he did after his home, where Varis read out loud, “Peace, number twenty-five. Is it some kind of Arcadia? I don't recall seeing this architecture before.”

Arcadia, Emet-Selch scoffs to himself, not looking back at Varis' face when he only nods silently to avoid any more questions. Busy Amaurot was always livid, full of life and new sounds to please his ears that would feel annoying back then but it still reminded him of peace. But maybe Varis was right, this piece did summarize his feelings for his home so it wasn't his fault to think it would be some kind of quiet and peaceful Arcadia.

Though, from the perspective of the painting that makes him easily visualized Hythlodaeus' apartment right by his side, he can almost hear Azem's calls of his name through the windows. He felt tired back then, as he usually did when his friends called him over to celebrate at ungodly hours, but even with a much more feeble and broken body now — Emet-Selch almost took pity on himself for yearning to hear that voice and see that image yet again.

Ironic, really, how Varis suddenly stopped in front of a wall with closed red curtains that hung from the ceiling and fell down with golden robes knotting it so the wind couldn't touch it. Ironic how he has that exact thought when Varis looks at that one hidden painting with curiosity, and then, back at Solus.

There's a silence that enters the room, and Emet-Selch almost feels stuck in his place before Varis cleans his throat. “Your Radiance, I wouldn't dare to ask.” He speaks, in a curious tone, that Emet-Selch knew his mother would kill him if she saw it leaning his lips.

Varis, however, is still young. Nothing but a teen, and his restraint has earned him at least this much.

Although, when Emet-Selch lifts his hand in allowance, he knew he was doing it for none other than himself. It has been far too long since he stared at it, and there was no way Solus' grandson would even begin to understand his masterpiece, so he indulges in it while he can still use the boy to pull the curtains for him.

The joys from old age, he groans to himself, not indifferently as Varis does while he tries to pull the heavy cloth that covered his grandfather's art. And, when in sight, it's still surprising.

Varis has seen numerous paintings this evening, ones that showed far more skill than any he has seen in the palace and stored in small frames in this abandoned and locked room. Yet, no other piece by the emperor meant whatever this one did for him — because the teen doesn't really look at the painting at first, because he can hear the breath of this old man being caught on his throat and then, he just freezes. Varis eyes try to follow his gaze, and then finally sees: a dark canvas that goes from the floor all the way up to the ceiling, adorned with a golden frame that holds a painting a lot more simplistic than all the others he'd seen in the room behind him.

Contrary to the ambitious and overwhelming paintings he saw before, full with details and colors, Varis can't pinpoint what he's looking at. He can truly only see a black vertical canvas, and right in the middle of both sides, long and dripping splashes of orange and pink — only being separated by a small purple dot. If it was any more defined, Varis could visualize the splashes almost forming the images of two people — but it isn't as accurate as any anatomical image as he could think, so there's no way to recall that image to anything but an abstract view.

Varis can't visualize how detailed it really is. How the colors get more saturated and circular around the center, closer to height where a human's chest might be in vertical lengths of the splash. How the both colors have different motions — the orange one, going outwards from the center and coming back after circulating all the length where that color goes, and the pink one only spiraling from the center all the way through the ends. Both colors, having stronger and still lighter in saturation strokes the closer they get to the purple dot in the middle.

Both colors were shaped and detailed exactly as Emet-Selch memorized Azem's and Hythlodaeus' souls. The purple one is not as relevant or visible for him anymore, not in this body anyway.

“You like this one-” Varis suddenly and confidently speaks. “I can tell. This one, it isn't like the others.”

He knows he's frozen in front of this painting, so in order to react out of it, he lies. “It's nothing.” He cleans his throat, trying to take his eyes away from it but almost letting that water slip from his eyes when everything else he can gaze upon is this frail body standing in front of him.

“You never lie, you're bad at it.” Varis says, so bold that Emet-Selch almost feels surprised. “This can't be nothing, not when you're-” he stops himself before doing anything worse than contradicting the emperor. Emet-Selch knows that most days he would be too angry to let his limits be tested by a child.

Today, Emet-Selch is just tired. For this reason, when the kid suddenly rambles a low “I just... I don't understand,” before looking back at the painting, the Emperor only let a heavy breath out.

And then, lower now, “you're incapable of understanding any of it, truly, but this one more than others,” before he puts his hands behind the boy's back to push him away from the room.

Varis isn't reluctant to follow the lead, specifically not when the emperor calls for a knight to show him the exit — but he's fast enough to look at the bigger painting one more time. He sees Solus walking back and stopping right in front of it again, and only because the sign is in a gold plate, he can read in a cursive handwritten: home.

Solus' eyes don't meet him again before the door is closed on his face, and the teen is content with leaving the room more confused and curious as he entered.

Behind those doors, with his hand reaching for the golden words engraved on the sign, he feels like Hades again. Like there isn't anything greater than just being drowned by the black void of that painting, surrounded by those colors and nothing else.

And then the pressing need to make it happen. (?? Idk)

#i'm once again on my emet-selch is the biggest theater kid ever. this man LOVES art I just KNOW IT he always did. #and oh if I won't get every opportunity to talk abt how he sees souls as art before and doesnt anymore :) bc everything can be hythazemet : #thank you again !! this one needs a bit more of atmosphere I think but it's fine i'll go after every word once I'm done lol you get the ide #kelly says #wol posting #my writing

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Jade for the bingo pls 🥰

Rook Character Opinion Bingo here!

Oh, and would you look at that 😳 J word’s the only character that managed to get Bingo--

***Standard disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions of the character(s); regardless of what I may think of them, sharing my thoughts is NOT meant to offend or to shame anyone that thinks differently.***

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Going to try to cut down on a lot of what I’m going to shout about by recommending that you read this, which goes into detail and brain rot about what I like about Jade 😔 I worry that if I try to express those same thoughts again in this post, then it’s just going to turn into incomprehensible keysmash at some point 💦 and I actually want to come off as somewhat intelligent and NOT down horrendous here, so I’d like to avoid keysmashing at all costs.

OKAY FIRST I REALLY HATE HOW JADE LOOKS BECAUSE WHEN I FIRST SAW HIM I CALLED HIM FUGLY AND NOW LOOK AT WHERE I AM TODAY, EATING MY OWN DAMN WORDS OTL WHY’S THIS BITCH GOTTA SMILE LIKE THAT, WHY’S HE GOTTA HAVE THOSE SHIFTY EYES AND A PRETTY MOUTH AND HOLD HIS HANDS TOGETHER LIKE HE’S A PRIM AND PROPER GENTRLEMAJBADSLKNHADSBIYOYFIQEVVQEFFEIBPASCHOGFVUASCQVY FGEUVchj clHSvshavqdbhvqojP[OVSIPbVKOVQE[NUW-9GQ3NRWMK,F13UHP’Q;E,FQEGPOUB[NQPBYtv79oV-IHBVAVYOIBVPpnadv/,l

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... Anyway, I think Jade looks pretty cool and do I even need to mention my butler/bodyguard bias again . __ . I’m not going to go into a ton of detail about that, because a lot of what I could say is already said in my thoughts on Floyd. There are subtle differences between their faces (like the eye shape, the lips, etc.), which I can really appreciate because a lot of twins in animation look like exact mirror images of each other. Their manner of dress is a lot more distinct; Jade’s the more covered up one and that, I would argue, is much hotter than Floyd’s few undone buttons because 🤡 since I’m so used to seeing every last bit of skin concealed, it hits a lot harder whenever Jade goes. Like. Gloveless or something. ALSO YOU JUST CAN’T GO WRONG WHEN IT COMES TO SUITS, SUITS MAKE EVERYONE LOOK 100000000000000000X MORE ATTRACTIVE, THIS IS THE HILL I WILL DIE ON.

Not going to lie, I don’t like episode 3 all that much and part of the reason why is because Jade doesn’t get a lot of screen time 😔 and what little screen time he did get in episode 3 relegated him to being a generic henchman until maybe towards the end when he was checking to make sure Azul was okay post-OB. At least episode 4 made up for it, letting us finally see Jade’s sly side and the insidious tactics he’s willing to employ to pry information out of others. ABIUASFBIPASBAFDBDASBI GOD SOMETIMES I JUST. REWATCHT THAT WHOLE KALIM INTERROGATION SCENE AND THE ENTIRE TIME IN MY HEAD I’M GOING “WHY ARE YOU SUCH A FAKEASS” TO JADE BUT AT THE SAME TIME I’M HOLDING MY HEAD IN MY HANDS AND GROANING LIKE WHY DOES HIS VOICE SOUND LIKE THAT WHY DOES IT SOUND SO NICE AND SOOTHING................. If I had to liken episodes 3 and 4 to something, it’d be Jade’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes. In those, Trey is convinced in the beginning that Jade is a nice person that’s being taken advantage of by Azul and Floyd, but by the end, Riddle enlightens Trey to the fact that Jade is an enabler and enjoys assisting in Octavinelle’s schemes. HE REALLY PLAYED ALL OF US OTL PRETENDING TO BE AN ANGEL WHEN HE’S ACTUALLY.......................... . . . . ... .. . ....... . . . . .. . ..... . . . . .. LIKE THAT--

Jade’s a rare case where I like basically everything about him, even his flaws and how he just. Uh. Is Shitty and Sadistic sometimes. He has the capacity to be a little bit of everything because he’s a master liar and manipulator. When he needs to smile and play nice, he can do that. When he needs to be cool and calculating, he can pull it off just as well. I love that he can look at a situation and the variables, then work out the best way to get what he wants out of it, glean whatever information he’s seeking, and all without ever getting violent. Yeah, what he’s doing is definitely sketchy at times (blackmailing, willingly and knowingly leading contractors to Azul, continuing to employ underhanded methods to personally gain from them, etc.), but there’s something I find oddly impressive about it?????? It takes a big brain to plot all of that, and tons of patience, composure, and self-assuredness to carry it out. And that contrast between his polite facade and his darker intent... MAN. 😔 That kind of stuff really gets to me. IT’S OKAY, I’LL FORGIVE J WORD OF ANY CRIMES HE MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE COMMITTED  I’m here to defend Jade’s red flags, not dismiss them 💞

At the same time, I think he can be really cute! He just doesn’t let his guard down that often, especially around other people. When Jade’s left to enjoy making playing God terrariums, hiking, or tending to his mushrooms... when he’s having a tasty meal or he’s just discovered something new and interesting... when he’s teasing his classmates or enabling Floyd to have fun... you’ll see a genuine smile come out, because as “bad” as he is when he’s doing the dirty work he has been assigned, he’s also just a student that wants to enjoy himself, his hobbies, and his school life. Sure, that may sometimes be at the expense of others (even Floyd), but that’s how Jade chooses to amuse himself and to have fun, and I’m happy that he has that because I have fun in the same way 😇.

With all of that being said, I’m of the opinion that Jade is the most dangerous of the Octatrio and I would be fucking terrified of this man if he existed in the real world 😬 Azul himself even says in Beans Day: The Lyre-less Brawl that he believes JADE is the worse twin, because at least Floyd is obvious about his intentions. With Jade, you never know when he’ll come at you and what he’ll do. Someone as skilled in lying and manipulation as Jade is going to be a huge threat not only because of the damage he can deal, but how well he can cover up his trail 🤡 so he’d best be kept entertained, or he will go and start seeking out his own sources of amusement.

... and yes, I would still want to m*rry him anyway because I accept him for who he is, nasty parts included I SAID I’M HERE TO DEFEND HIS RED FLAGS AND I’M AN EEL K*SSER OF MY WORD--

I think it’s because I like Jade so much that I’m quick to be annoyed by particular interpretations of him 😔 Of course, I never react inappropriately, I just choose to politely disagree and quietly move on, but those sad feelings still get to me at times. I’ve just explained how nuanced I think Jade is, but a lot of the fandom interpretations tend to paint him in some extreme, be it a casual mass murderer, a softboi eel butler who has done no wrong and is always kind and caring towards his partner, or as a hyper possessive and jealous boyfriend who will kill any guy that so much as breathes in your general direction (the latter two are very popular, especially in yume circles). I’m of the opinion that everyone is allowed to enjoy media however they wish, but I’ve personally never liked such polar interpretations, as they often ignore canon or large swathes of a character’s... well, character. Soft Jade takes in particular bother me because 1) it’s so prevalent, and 2) they often take away all of the edge that makes him actually interesting, leaving him kind of flat and just... generically nice.

One variation of the soft Jade take that I sometimes see is that???? Jade will be nice to an OC/self-insert while being weirdly nasty to everyone else?????? It implies that somehow the OC/self-insert is the special exception, and it reads to me as so hollow because Jade is canonically very cunning, and he does more than just tease people; he knows how to jab at weak points and embarrass others, and he doesn’t hold back in that kind of passive aggressiveness and sharp wit, even to Azul and Floyd (his own family) at times. It’s definitely not warranted in every scenario, and it’s not always done with malice in mind (sometimes Jade might want to be entertained by getting a reaction, or he wants to drag out an interesting conversation which requires aggravating his target first), but it’s like his subtleties get overlooked entirely because people tend to prioritize soft Jade over true Jade. It no longer feels like the original Jade I l*ve, but a caricature that barely even resembles him (unless I try REALLY hard to picture Jade’s face in my mind)... so I can never really bring myself to be interested in those takes.

Truthfully, I feel like I’m the insane one for being in what seems to be the minority that doesn’t enjoy the “uwuification” of Jade. I always see other Jade fans going crazy for him pampering them and being the ideal butler boyfriend (and don’t get me wrong, that is appealing to me too), but I do not understand what’s so great about it when his craftiness is completely cut out. It’s like he has lost his soul or something, like he’s soda without the carbonation. I get the wish fulfillment and seeking escapism aspect of it, but it’s not my wish to escape and served by a cardboard cutout wearing Jade’s face while missing a lot of his charm. The appeal of Jade for me IS his duality, not just that kind and patient front that he puts up (otherwise he is no different from any other generically nice butler).

I don’t know, I hope I’ve managed to properly convey my feelings well enough. Again, I want to stress that it’s fine if you happen to enjoy those interpretations of Jade; It’s just that I don’t care for them, and it’s frustrating because I feel like I don’t quite “fit in” with most other Jade fans… It doesn’t leave me with a lot of people I can feel comfortable sharing my Jade rot with on a personal level 😭

#Jade Leech #Jade Leech thirst #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #ask game #spoilers #character opinion bingo

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Hey! Good day! I've been surfing to your page and I love your work and since you accept request/ideas I just wanna request, if you accept, a Tommy x Lizzie fic??? It's my first time to request a fic to anyone and your work are just so good. So here it goes, since Tommy is always late or gone when Lizzie needed him the most let's make him suffer what if Lizzie also had a TB but she hide it from everyone, what if that's one of the reasons why she left him, which will make him very alike, and somehow Charles finds out and secretly call Ada since Tommy is gone and no one knows where he is except Arthur and I'll give the rest to your imagination. I just need new Tommy and Lizzie cause I'm a sucker for it. Anyways I hope you consider writing this idea. Thank you 💗

Dear Anon,

Thank you for the request! I'm so glad that you enjoy my writing. Sorry this took so long. Anytime anyone wants some Tommy x Lizzie let me know. I'll love them forever. Normally I always find a happy ending, but this time I didn't. It's pretty sad so read at your own risk.

Warnings: Sad. No happy endings, death, descriptions of pain and sadness / mental distress - Charlie is in his late teens / early twenties in this. I'm not sure why but that's how I pictured it. Every death in the show is cannon in this fic 😔

He missed her the moment she left. Things falling apart around him, he knew this sickness, the one in his head and the one in his heart was a direct result of his actions. Laying in the grass he looked up at the sky. He’d ruined everyone, everything, in the hopes of bringing a better life. 

What did he get in return? 

He was in over his head, alone for the first time in his life. The peace and fresh air he’d dreamed of pressing down on his sick body. There was only pain. Things he had spent a lifetime avoiding now running free in his mind. Ghosts danced around him reminding him of the pain and destruction he caused. 

He wanted to see Ruby, wrap her up in his arms. Beg for her forgiveness. He wanted Polly, to be able to just sit next to her. Feel her safety again. John. His heart twisted up further. He wanted to see his brother, tell him about the mess he made - only to watch him find a way to make a joke about the whole thing. 

Seeing Ruby point out the obvious, he knew what he had to do. 

He rarely ever got what he wanted. 

Was it ever worth it? 

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Charlie 

He just didn't like the way she sounded on the phone. Freshly orphaned she was the only parent figure he had left, he felt an obligation to her to check. 

Sitting on the steps of the front porch, his stomach twisted in grief. 

He was going to lose her too. 

He wiped the tears from his cheeks and went back into the small cottage. She was awake now, her eyes glassy, skin fluctuating between being as translucent, pale as a corpse, back to flushed and feverish. He couldn't touch her but at least he could sit in the room with her. 

He reprimanded himself for being selfish and panic set in. What would he do about his life now? If his dad didn't come back would he take over the business? What was all the nonsense with his Gypsy son, Duke?

He realized he had two options, to embrace that it was enough just to sit and read to her in these final days. Or work up the courage to say all the things he knew he should have said ages ago. She was his mum after all. Needing another break he called Ada knowing that what was left of the family should have a chance to visit before it was too late. 

He moved back and sat with her. Knowing Ada would tell the family he wanted to get out all the emotional stuff before others were around to observe. She looked at him in a different way in those moments. 

He just hoped that he made her feel that she was a good mum because it was the truth. 

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Tommy

He made peace at the eleventh hour only to find unbelievable pain and suffering by afternoon tea. 

She was sick, like Ruby, and he was fine.

He didn't waste any time. Wanting to put things right for the first time in his life. He’d done wrong by her every step of the way, at least now he could try to do right by her. Be strong for her and make sure she has everything she needs or wants. 

Fuck she could just yell at him one last time if that’s what she wanted. He didn't care he would take a thousand beatings by the worst hand just to put a smile on her face or a sense of ease in her mind. 

He traveled as quickly as possible. Racing against time, his mind hazy and heavy with all the things he would have to apologize for. Part of him hoped that her passing would be so painful for him that God would take his soul with her’s. 

He showed up at the small cottage as per the instructions Charlie had passed on to Ada. He was fine till he got to the front door. The air in his lungs burned the muscles surrounding his ribs, even his body was tired of this. 

He knocked and opened the door. He made it through the quiet house. The nurse's items were placed all around and he was happy she was being looked after. 

He pressed open the master bedroom. Saw the late afternoon light streaming across her impossibly frail body and waxy skin. He was going to sit in the chair placed in the corner of the room. A stack of books piled next to it and he recognized Charlie's favorite book he always talked about open on the seat. Even in her last moments, she was letting him share his favorite with her, just to make it a little easier on him. 

He was just going to sit, wait till she was up and ask if it was alright if he stayed. Or endure her wrath and then let her enjoy her last days in peace, free of his shadow. It didn't take long, he shifted and the floorboards creaked, her eyes landing on him. 

Confusion crossed her brow. 

“Can I stay for a while?” He asked her softly. 

“I suppose. Only if you -” 

“No business” He shook his head looking out the window, feeling tears start to form.

“Alright then.” She motioned for him to come closer. Give an inch he’d take a mile, he climbed into bed next to her. “I’m not sure if I'm contagious” 

“I don’t care.” He settled in next to her. Mind swimming with all the times he should have been next to her in bed. How much nicer and simpler his life would have been if he’d just picked her after the war. She’d never once done wrong and he’d been awful to her every step of the way. He pulled a Black Madonna out of his pocket to place around her neck. Her eyes protested before revealing a deep sadness that he felt run through his body like electricity. 

He helped her settle into his side. Resting his face in her hair he couldn't hold back the tears anymore. He regretted it terribly, he wanted to do right by her in her last moments, be strong for her. As usual, he was falling into her arms broken and battered.

“Are you crying, love?” She murmured. He didn't speak just held her tighter. 

“I’m sorry.” He eventually stated. “For everything. All of it.” She let out a humming noise. 

“Why was it always someone else?” She asked weakly.

“Trust me, Lizzie, it was always you. The good stuff, anything real, was with you. Everything else was just greed.” 

“I should have told you.” She whispered.

“I shouldn't have let you leave.” He argued. “Any guilt you feel, just place on my shoulders, eh? All of this was my fault.” 

“I forgive you. It brought me a good life. Better than the one I had before. When I go Ruby will be there waiting for me.” Her own tears started to fall and her fingers gripped his shirt. She looked up at him and he could feel her getting lighter and heavier at the same time. 

“Love, take me with you,” Tommy begged, he brushed his fingers along her cheek. 

“Move forward, be a better man for me. I’ll wait for you.” She whispered. “I’ll tell Ruby you love her.” She faded away slowly. Her eyes focused on his before becoming unfocused, the connection between them remaining as the last of her warmth was imprinted on to his soul. 

She crossed over easily. The grieving process would be endless. But he laid there next to her in silence, delaying everything for as long as possible. 

He got up slowly, he saw plenty of people die. But he hadn't felt this since his mother passed. That combination of numbness and consuming sadness. He wanted to cry, scream, and clean up the mess he made. He wanted to throw himself at this stupid mess, and pray that it would end his life. 

He could die honorably. All of this would end. 

He ran through the motions, making tea before turning around to see Charlie in the doorway. Watching him. 

“She’s gone,” Charlie announced, looking out the window. Keeping his back straight, he wouldn't break in front of Tommy. Remembering him as a little boy, one who would run to his father when there were tears in his eyes. 

Charlie was just another person he’d ruined. 

More salt in the wound. His eyes started to well up, and he put his arms out onto the counter leaning forward. Trying to breathe. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose, the usual ways of pulling him through intense emotion lost on him. Tears streamed down his face and he felt frozen in the silence. He should be strong for Charlie, show him how men carry on. 

Instead, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and without thought, he pulled him into a tight hug. Their grief was shared despite one being much more honorable than the other. He was a failure in so many ways, he had no idea where to start or what to say. 

He realized that the boy hugging him back was taller than himself, reminding him once again of just how much time was abandoned. 

“I love you. I loved your mum too” He said quietly. 

“I know.” He nodded and Tommy hoped he did know. “We’ll manage.”

He patted Charlie’s back firmly then returned to making them tea. He knew that if he was going to make the world right he wouldn't do it alone. He wanted to talk business with Charlie, and figure out a plan, but remembering Lizzie's promise he stopped himself. 

He wouldn't do that in her house. They talked about her instead how she would be remembered and cherished. All the lovely parts of her he rarely interacted with. Tea turned to whiskey and he actually laughed at the boy's jokes. Enjoying this night with what was left of their family. Sadness watching them in the shadows of candlelight, he chose to laugh with his son. 

He and Charlie stayed the night in the little cottage. Her body was wrapped up the next day and a funeral was set. 

He’d bury his wife, then work with his family to find a way to bury the mess he made. At the end of it all, he’d clean things up, placing what was left in Charlie’s capable hands. 

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He kills Mosley and that horrible blonde woman. 

Then he and duke sort out all the nonsense making the company legal. 

He gives it to Charlie, making him promise to look out for Duke as well. 

Then he moves down to the yard to live with Charlie and Curly. Spends time with horses, Ada, her, and john’s kids come to visit him. Arthur comes around almost every day. 

He works around the yard, calls Charlie every day, and the boy comes around as much as possible. 

He lives to a reasonable age till his death, he passes in the middle of the night. Much to his delight, his family is waiting for him. Arms full of forgiveness.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x lizzie stark #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x Lizzie shelby

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who is the most affectionate? for physical affection, knee jerk instinct to say allie right but i don't. think necessarily? she's more enthusiastic but they Respond to her so equally and the two of them are nearly constantly touching each other, so while allie is running across rooms and jumping into their arms and pressing kisses all over their face at random they are just as much just holding her. it's similar with Wording the affection but i think allie wins out just a little bit because it is such a part of her to speak those feelings, and kier isn't So far behind but i just think there's a little bit of not being used to saying it so often and just by impulse like allie does. i think however kier is the most in acts of service. it comes much more natural to them i think.

who initiates the handholding? so close to the answer above for physical touch. they never stop holding hands. they're equally like. holding hands naturally all the time and also grabbing the other's hand when there's discomfort in either of them. (allie gets nervous -> grabs kier's hand. allie can feel Tense Feelings (anger, basically, and their kind of anxiety) coming from kier -> grabs kier's hand. and then the opposite where kier feels it off allie ofc)

who worries more for the other? ..... allie i think? IDK I WANNA SAY BOTH AGAIN but she's got. So much worry and it's kind of unplaced but they know more about the dark parts of the world to be worried about that she does not know. allie is just as much as impulsive and chaotic and easily manipulated as kier is Also chaotic in a different direction and doing dangerous things.

who is more likely to ask for help? allie just bc there's not much they need help with 😭😭 i think they do it every once in a while just to make her smile. it is so easy for her to ask kier for help she feels so secure :((( at first and for a while she worries about bothering them but rarely ever now!!

who is the one always losing the keys? allie 😔😔😔 they have no keys and it's her fault he just scares the doors really bad to open with his freak ass eyes. BONUS QUESTION!!! who locks the doors at night. it's kier allie has never locked a door once in her life. she leaves em Open.

who leaves little love notes for the other? allie for sure on this one. anytime she's away i think!! just sticks them all over their things with little flowers and perfume they're reminded of her <3 probably glitter also. oopsie :) does visiting her dreams count as a love note tho?

who can’t sleep unless the other is there? kier. literally factually. also allie but his name needed to be first at least once KHBDJKVB. or at least. hmmm i think she can sleep without them but she probably doesn't think she can or Want to. unless it's a rubes sleepover then she can.

who is more likely to propose to the other? kier. they're both doing and not doing the marriage thing. 'more likely' is a Very small thing bc allie would come to the same conclusion but kier is more likely to introduce the idea of 'we can just be together forever'. it's the goth intensity. and they're so Safe to her.

who introduced the other to their family first? technically kier <3 they met allie's Home (cottage, plants, animal friends) just before she met lilith, which is family to me but also she's met kier's Real family and they have not met hers :(

who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? alliee??? i think?? kier is not Unlikely in any regard (bc allie really likes her hair played with/pulled out of her face) but i would say allie is more likely.

who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? kier i think actually. allie does cook for him a lot, but they're much more in tune with her needs than she is sometimes 😭😭 kier also doesn't get hunger for food so this question doesn't count for them.

who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? kier. kier kier kier kier. allie will defend them a thousand times earlier but the answer will always be a strong kier for this one. there is also almost never a situation where allie would need to defend kier considering. physical strength and monster powers NJKCN.

who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? statistically kier 🙄🙄 JHBCJHCS allie gets the giggles and isn't very good at keeping quiet about anything, she'd rather just tell them!!! that's not saying she doesn't make little surprises every once in a while but i'd say kier is more likely.

who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? allie allie allie. and it does work because kier can't/won't go against her word knowingly. even in dire and dangerous situations where they would need to do certain things she doesn't want them to, they'd rather just say no.

who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? another one going to kier bc they can't fall asleep on the couch (without trying at least) 😔😔 it's very allie coded to fall asleep places and not mean to, but it's more likely for her to fall asleep outside somewhere, and often they just join her i think <3

#this almost wouldnt post i wanted to SCREAM #MY BABIES. I LOVE THEM. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: kier / neverafters ” … you can say anything‚ i will not abandon you. #neverafters

[pigeonneaux]

30 26 17(if you say no I come to kick your ass because it seems you stay several hours without drinking and it's no good) 28 7 8 I'll stop here before I ask everytthing

wait just one last and I stop 11

Wowie thank you for the questions i appreciate the attention😢❤️ ce post va faire 3km de long because i cannot shut up

7) "A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate" i love clay and sculpting, i think making things in volume is pretty impressive, i tried it out but i don't like doing it as much as i like seeing people do it

8) " What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in" now you're just calling me out i have too many

There's this Et Tout le Monde s'en fout redraw i will never finish :

And this school project (vraiment celui la je l'ai abandonné, trop galère, trop long)

(can you spot the references and where i gave up? Lol)

There's also those two Doctor Who illustrations i wanted to finish, but i ended up dropping out of the HetBigbang 2022 maybe i'll get back to them next year

And finally thooooose :

They are objectsonas (from left to right, me, @enfoutreur-du-futur @breizhbaguette and @eclipsedshadowk ) i wanted to draw my bestie's sona as well but i had no time 😔 (i also made colored version as a print for @enfoutreur-du-futur that i gave him in person!) (if u see this mwamwamwah)

And this is a wip i am slowly working on, it's my OC's city, but it's also an art school project, the prompt was "Babel's tower" ! Did you see the flying boat? I think it's pretty cool

11) "Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what" i listen to music for hours or to long video essays, the stupider the better (also bad book reviews, they are super funny) lately i listen to a lot of Orelsan and Yodelice, but my Drawing playlist is 50h long and very diverse

17) "Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what" i always have a bottle of water or some tea on my desk (i live dangerously) (malgré ça je suis déshydratée comme une feuille craquante, bonk me)

26) "What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended"

I don't know, i rarely make art that's hard to understand, and when it comes to original art, i rarely put thoughts into the meaning behind it so every interpretation i hear is interesting

28) "Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)"

I'm in the vdf discord's Secret Santa this year, and the last two years i was doing the Kaamelott's fandom secret santa !

And as i said earlier i tried to participate to the HetBigbang but dropped out because i had too much work. i was also in an exhibition this summer in Carpentras, where they got this drawing printed on a big canvas (2x1m something like that) and suspended in the street with a bunch of other artists! :) and i am working with my sister on an exhibit for april. I never made anything for a fanzine but i would love to.

30) "What piece of yours do you think is underrated"

This one

#Long post #journaskliteuse #J'aurais du faire un post par question n'est-ce pas #weirdly specific artist ask game #Wip #Myart #Fil de fer oc #Ask game #F.a.q #Art questions

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Hello JALEBI 🙋🏻‍♀️, how are you?

A lot of time I think about the anguish of Khushi and Arnav for not being accepted by either of them. Then I felt very bad for Khushi than Arnav😢. Bcz Khushi had to wait a looong time for Arnav's acceptance, may be from the 1st Diwali and most importantly after kidnapping track. On the contrary Arnav was never in that position that made him think that Khushi won't accept him right now (the terrace scene made him hate Khushi which he couldn't bt he never wanted khushi's acceptance at that time or before that. And on khushi's birthday, it was like pacify the angry wife to him). After kidnapping Khushi wasnt sure that he will accept her or not, bcz he could anytime say that he didn't want Khushi & he did that😔. It was basically if "Arnav wanted Khushi then there will be a relationship between them, if he didn't then there will be nothing" from the very beginning. Arnav's feeling was the deciding factor not khushi's😞.

What's your take in this matter? Can u write something about it in ur free time may be🙂

From Smiley Anon😊

Hello Smiley Anon!

Hope you are doing well <3 <3 <3 Ugh, I struggle with putting out fanfics despite ideas so I will not break your heart by giving any promises!

Arnav always thought he and Khushi couldn't be together because of their differing belief systems. Also he has no idea of the intensity of Khushi's feelings for him. Every time he thought he had a hint - Khushi's dedication towards his and La's relationship convinced him against it. When he is in a miserable engagement and sees Khushi in one does he actually see that there's a possibility of them being together.

If they could be miserable with each other - they might as well be miserable together.

Arnav's hesitation in Diwali came from two things - one, he was NOT ready for marriage and knew Khushi wouldn't settle for less - two, he was in a relationship with La and felt he cheated on her.

Arnav actually had a clue about Khushi's feelings (that they exist strongly) is during the Pre Payash wedding. Until then he knows something exists, but it's mixed in denial and lack of knowledge what the other person has. Like the show's title, he knows it exists but doesn't know the name of it.

And Khushi also deals with the identical dilemma. Khushi's consent and agreement to being in a relationship with Arnav is assumed. And I think Arnav knows post kidnapping she's coming from a place of hurt instead of not actually wanting to be with him.

And I partially do agree with Arnav's feelings being a deciding factor. I wish Khushi had more agency in the relationship. I feel one of the main reasons why this suffers is that Khushi's perspective post elopement is LARGELY diminished. We rarely see her outside Arnav's feelings - while we see Arnav and we see what decisions he takes and we don't see much of Khushi beyond a reactionary character (the kidnapping is the best track to actually understand what Khushi has felt so long about the relationship).

Hope you have a great weekend ahead,

Jalebi

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