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lordofdestructionm · 5 months

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Wick Sable

The odd duck in the guilded cage

Despite this being a feral Mordecai and Viktor account I do occasionally like to dig into the others.

Wick is a character Lackadaisy fans love but don't talk about very much. He just the rich friendly geologist with a love of illicit beverages and a crush on Mitzi. Indeed he is all those things. But I want to dig a little into what may be hidden depth (geography joke haha)

Professional dissatisfaction

When we first meet Wick he is behind his desk looking very tired and beaten down. Forcing himself to keep working late into the night with excessive coffee. Attending to a large pile of paper work for tomorrow.

His expression shifts slightly when he sees the Lackadaisy pins fall out of the envelope and realises the letter is an invitation to him (and his fellow aristocrats) to the speakeasy.

This hatred of paper work and the administrative side of his business is a recurring issue for Wick. Making the reason for his reliance on the capable and attentive Lacy very obvious. Exhaustian and too much alchohol are no doubt partly to blame, but it seems to be something that puts him in a very depressed state of mind.

But when actually on the job, overseeing the hands on work of blasting a new quarry, his mood is much more positive. Indeed he has a very real and sincere love for geology and the nitty gritty work of his business. When he first went to the Lackadaisy he was spellbound by the lime caverns themselves as much by Mitzi's charm.

Its his special interest and he will go on long unprompted monologues on the topic if given the chance. Meaning it is specifically the being trapped in his office dealing with the red tape that makes him so unhappy not the industry itself.

Its almost sad that he is the one in charge of the company rather than in a role that puts him closer to the action which seems to bring him real joy. Like someone who loves cooking being in charge of a restuarant or someone that loves drawing running an animation studio.

They love the product/industry but that doesn't mean they enjoy their specific place in it.

Unimpressed Peers

Despite Wicks enthusiasm it proves not be infectious with his fellow elite, who complain about being dragged out of town to watch something, that while very important to Wick, they clearly could not care less about (even not that quietly mocking him and his love for rocks and construction)

When the evening doesn't go to plan due to the uninvited pig farmers Wick has an interesting exchange with Edmund Church, seemingly the most prominent of the St Louis upper crust in the group. Warning him about getting any more involved with an unsavoury crowd, especially Mitzi, outside of simply enjoying the occasional drink.

Wick doesn't take kindly to the snarky criticism and borderline threat to his reputation and responds with a much more direct statement on his peers sour nature

Tracy has mentioned that Church has a role yet to play in the story and it seems safe to assume from this it may well involve Wick in a less than friendly way if he continues to associate with his "lessers" as Church and the others see things.

Despite needing to remain on civil terms to keep them invested in his business, Wick clearly has little love for them, a feeling that is mutual as they have little respect for him and see him as an oddball, only tolerating him because his talent in his field can help make them a tidy profit.

But while he doesn't appreciate Church's sniping Wick IS concerned about his reputation, but not entirely for his own sake or that of his elitist associates, but for the many people who rely on him for employment, who could be hurt by extension of he gets pulled too deep into the less than repectable world of bootlegging

Romantic life

Outside of the crush he has had on Mitzi since first meeting her at the Speakeasy, we have very little information about Wicks love life before this. Being a handsome and wealthy gentleman from a good family, you would think he would he fighting women off with a stick, maybe even be a bit of a playboy.

Instead you get the impression Wick is pretty far away from being a ladies man. Mentioning to Mitzi that he doesn't even really know how to talk to women unless its about rocks, bugs or limestone.

He is clearly attracted to her and is tempted by her to risk his reputation and by extension his business to get closer to her, but so far his fear of the very real consequences are deterring him from taking that gamble.

Though there is that personal aspect to it, it seems that in a more abstract sense Mitzi's appeal to Wick is not just in her beauty and seductive personality, but in the excitement and thrill of her Speakeasy and bootlegging operations.

In that sense Mitzi represents that touch of danger and excitement that during prohibition many otherwise law abiding citizens enjoyed indulging in illegal drinking establishments. Being* just* naughty enough to give them a fun thrill while being detached from the more brutal blood soaked aspects.

Wick is a good natured person (the worst thing he has done is shoot a duck in his youth which he was forced to do) living a very "respectable" life, but that makes the superficial glamour of the world of underground drinking establishments and secret booze stashes even more appealing. Thats why despite his concerns and responsibilities he keeps going back ,not just to Mitzi, but to the Lackadaisy specifically. It has pretty geography, a pretty owner, and an open door to a more exciting avenue of life

Its for that same reason he doesn't seem to be overly uncomfortable with lovable bi disaster Zib flirting with him at the bar. He may have no intention of reciprocating, but it couldn't be a more different experience to the world he is used to

Even if he doesn't yet want to take the full plunge it all excites him enough to keep him circling the edges.

Because despite having so much going for him there are things about his life that not only bore him but make him unhappy. Whether its piles of paperwork, dealing with much stuffier "conventional" fellow aristocrats and not wanting to be like them, or just a general lack of true passion in his life, he is clearly a man looking for something more satisfying

Whether or not he remains a "tourist" or decides to take that gamble, throw his reservations to the wind, and take a more active role in the gang, is yet to be seen...

Assuming Rocky doesn't set fire to him first of course XD

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hom3landr · 11 months

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Dark Chocolate

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Homelander’s interest in you is evolving into a full blown crush and he’s not quite sure what to do about it.

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You’re a little less timid now, forward in an innocent way. When you see him you don’t wait. He’s grown used to you lightly tapping him on the arm or shoulder to get his attention. He likes how earnest you are. You don’t notice the nervous stares from people whenever you come up to him unprompted. That’s the curious thing about you. You’re bold when you should be scared but your nervous disposition has your heart pounding any time he starts to tease. It’s cute and it’s why he’s willing to take his time instead of pouncing every time you walk up with that sweet grin on your face.

It’s been weeks now since you brought him those cookies and while it’s not an everyday thing, he’s grown quite used to being spoiled by your talents. You ask him questions about his likes and dislikes as though you actually care. You ask for his opinions. He’s waiting for the catch, waiting for the day you reveal that your little game is just another farce.

He waits in the conference room, eyes facing the sky with his hands behind his back. He rocks slightly on his heels, feeling jittery and impatient. He’s been feeling restless lately. There are things he merely endured previously that are starting to rub him raw. He can hear your every footstep through the building as he traces your path from the entrance all the way up to 99. His stomach flutters at the ding of the elevator and he unconsciously straightens his shoulders. He deserves this today. He deserves you.

You’re humming as you approach the conference room and whatever you have for him, it’s chocolate. His mouth waters and it takes everything he has not to move, not to turn around so he can see the way your eyes light up when you see him. He hears you mutter a little yay when you see him and oh how it makes something in his chest ache. He stays still. He wants to make you work for it so you’ll have no choice but to reach for him first. When he feels the light touch of your hand on his shoulder, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

He turns and there you are, a thick folder full of paperwork stuffed awkwardly under one arm so you could tap him and hold the package at the same time. Your cheeks are warm but your eyes are warmer. You’re so fucking nice, and it makes him want to howl and bite, makes him want to dig and dig at you until you prove you’re like everyone else, makes him want to find out if your blood is just as sweet as you are. But then you smile at him and all he can think about is how it’s just the tiniest bit lopsided in a way that makes you feel more real than any of the corporate suckups that fill his day to day interactions.

You lift your arm to drop the files onto the meeting table and Homelander is genuinely surprised when they manage to stay in the folder instead of flying all over the room. You place the package on the table as well. You’re practically vibrating and he can tell that something today has you excited.

“You’re my guinea pig today!” You laugh and oh how it smarts . Because that’s not new, is it?

You open the package to reveal a slice of chocolate cake. He looks at it skeptically, previous enthusiasm dampened a bit. He feels sullen and his skin itches under his suit from the way the unassuming comment rubbed him briefly raw. A petty jab sits on his tongue as you hand him a fork. He’d have unleashed it too if you hadn’t started chattering away and distracting him.

“Since my last cake was a bit of a bust,” You shrug, “I thought I’d tweak the recipe to see if you think it improves it.”

Homelander wouldn’t have called it a bust , per se. It was probably the first thing you’ve made that he didn’t like but he personally feels that he was tactful about his feedback.

“I made it dark chocolate and I decided I’d do a whipped cream frosting this time since those don’t tend to be as sweet as a traditional buttercream…” You continue to ramble. You’re on some tangent about food science now that he can’t really be fucked to pay attention to. He’s too busy trying to handle the warmth that blooms in his chest at the thought that you listened to him. You trusted his opinions. Has anyone ever done that without him having to make them?

It makes his pants tight. He kinda wishes the cup in his suit didn’t conceal it. He wants to know how you’d react when you see what you do to him. He can almost picture the surprise on your face, how shy you’d get. He wants to hold you, feel the soft give of your body in his hands like ripe fruit. He decides that he can’t take it anymore.

You startle when he hops up to perch on the edge of the table, gesturing for you to sit next to him. You trail off on your rambling, heartbeat now all fluttery in your chest. You swallow thickly before you nod and take your place next to him. He scoots in close and presses his thigh against yours. Your breath hitches. You’ve gotten better at hiding your attraction to him, but he has ways of knowing how wet you’re getting in your panties. You do that thing he loves where you make a movement like you’re tucking your hair behind your ear, but you never actually grab any hair, so flustered by his presence that your body goes on autopilot.

“Share it with me. I’d feel awfully lonely eating by myself.” He winks before handing you the fork. You blink rapidly and gingerly take it from him. When you’re this close, your scent is overwhelming.

“I don’t have another fork.” You answer meekly and he grins.

“I did suggest we share. Unless you think I have germs.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you bite your lip, shaking your head. He expected you to get flustered but you just look at him slyly, like you’re trying to play coy with him. He feels himself twitch in his pants.

“Hmmm I dunno about germs, but you might have acid spit. I can’t be too careful.” You give a cheeky little shrug. You’re teasing him back . It feels so good to have someone not take things so fucking seriously for once. A vividly pornographic image enters his mind of exactly how he could prove to you that his spit isn’t acidic. He’d prove it to you so thoroughly that you’d be wishing he did just so he’d give your overstimulated cunt a break.

Fuck

He really was testing the limits of his cup now.

“Would make eating pussy kinda awkward, don't ya think? It would be a shame to give that up.” He answers with a casual tilt of his head. Your reaction does not disappoint. He groans under his breath at the way your scent coats his tongue. That one really got you worked up didn’t it. You stare resolutely down at the cake on the table and poke at it with the fork while you avoid his gaze.

“Yeah… I guess it would.” You reply shakily before finally helping yourself to a forkful in an attempt to regain some footing. No teasing this time, he notices with a smirk.

Once you’ve finished your bite, he takes the fork from you, taking a little too much joy in the way your arm erupts in goosebumps as his fingers brush yours. He takes a good hearty bite and groans. Whatever you did…it worked because this is delicious. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you grinning at his obvious approval. Of course, was there any question that it would be good when you were going off his feedback?

He hands the fork back to you again with a wink.

“No acid spit?” Your grin is back.

“No acid spit,” He replies and he finds himself matching your smile, something inside of him loosening.

When he was still young, the doctors would put him in a pool and cover the top. They’d watch him struggle under the water and scribble in their little notebooks. They wanted to see if he was drown-proof. Each time they made him swim, he’d have to stay under a little bit longer. They didn’t care that his lungs hurt or that the way the noise echoed under the water made him nervous. He was too young to know what was happening but they never made the effort to explain. Over time he realized that he wasn’t going to die, that he just needed to endure it and it would inevitably end. Laughing with you makes him feel like when he’d finally get to take that big breath and he knew that for the moment he was safe again.

You spend the next few minutes, passing the fork back and forth. There is something so intimate to him about knowing what you taste like, like he’s already kissed you for the first time. The warmth of your thigh against his is soothing and for the first time in weeks…months… years, that neediness inside quiets for a moment.

“Is there coffee in this?” He asks, if only because he feels ill equipped in situations like this, unsure of how to read the silence. You perk up a bit, always eager to explain how things work.

“Yeah! Can you taste it? It’s pretty much a must when you’re making chocolate cakes because it makes the flavor so much richer.” You explain, and he can tell from your eyes that you’re a few seconds away from launching into a full on chemical breakdown of the recipe so he gently guides you away.

“I smelled it while you were on the way down. I thought that you’d maybe stopped at a coffee shop.” He knows you didn’t. He knew every moment you made the second you walked in the building, but he’s trying to make conversation.

“Cool!” You exclaim and it’s fucking ridiculous how genuinely earnest you are about it. What’s more ridiculous is how pleased he is that you find him cool. He knows when you leave he’ll wince at how pathetic he is, but when you’re here, it seems like such a pointless thing to worry about.

“And what do I smell like? Please tell me I don’t stink!” you ask curiously, biting your lip to hide a smile. He huffs a little laugh. You’re too cute and the twisted part of him wants to push and tease. He wants to tell you that you smell like brown sugar and pussy. That his mouth waters when you walk into the room and that the only thing keeping him from laying you on the table and feasting right now is that… Well, he doesn’t actually have a good reason for why he’s not eating you out the way you both deserve.

He doesn’t even get the chance to answer because before he can, you lick your thumb and wordlessly wipe away a smudge of icing from the corner of his mouth. The ease of motion gives away that it was an instinctual movement, not hindered by fear or anxiety. You tenderly make sure his face is clean before withdrawing again. Homelander’s heart is beating so loudly in his ears that it’s almost affecting his hearing. Where before he felt safe, now he feels raw and exposed. His neediness has woken up again, screaming and snarling for more. He wants. Oh how he wants.

He doesn’t want to think about the last time he exposed himself, let someone touch him skin to skin. He doesn’t want to think about how the stench of her fear made him nauseous, how the sweet scent of her burning flesh still lingers in his nose. He felt how she trembled as he kissed her lips, her forehead. He can hear the sizzle and all of a sudden he can’t stomach another bite. The beast inside him wails for him to take and consume , strip mine you for what he needs and then toss you out, before you think you have the right to take from him in return.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, worried by the way his expression has gone blank. “I should have asked first. You had some crumbs on your face.”

You’re so fucking nice and it’s almost your downfall.

Almost

You’re saved by the fact that he notices that the rest of The Seven should already be making their way to the conference room. He can’t exactly get away with much when there is an audience. He’s grateful for it, because it means that your safety is out of his hands. You’ve unknowingly just had a noose removed from around your neck, all because you forgot that even a docile lion is still a carnivore. Your shoulders slump when he stands up, feeling silly and abandoned as you sit perched on the ledge like a child.

“It’s almost time for the meeting. Better get to work before you get chastised for slacking off.” He says sternly, as if he wasn’t the one to invite you to eat with him in the first place. He needs you back in your box where you’re just the shy PA who brings him sweets, someone he can easily dismiss. He’s learned his lesson about giving parts of himself away just for the attention of some stupid human. You aren’t even special, just a nobody who runs errands. He doesn’t need you. In fact, next thing you bring him he’ll spit out, to teach you a lesson about thinking you’re anywhere on his level.

He pointedly resumes the position he was in when you first entered, hands behind his back as he stares at the sky. There’s a few moments of silence before he hears you slowly hop off the desk and start arranging the files. The task itself only takes a few minutes, and you will most definitely be gone by the time anyone makes it. He expects you to leave without a word, his silent chastisement more cruel than anything he could say. But you surprise him again.

“Thanks for helping me with the recipe! I’ll have something new for you on Monday. Also, don’t forget, I still want to know what I smell like!” He hears you call out to him from the doorway. He resists the urge to look back at you. There is a slight nervousness to your positivity but the fact that you’re even trying despite the obvious rebuke makes you braver than most everyone else in the building. He can admire that. It makes him want to throw you a bone.

“Brown sugar,” He calls back, “since you’re always fucking baking”

Before you leave, he catches your reflection in the window despite promising himself he wouldn’t look, and you smile so fucking happily at his reply, that any progress he’s made goes straight down the drain. A fond grin of his own causes his eyes to crinkle, as he gives an exasperated sigh.

You’re going to be a big problem…aren’t you?

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You know you shouldn’t feel as giddy as you do. You sniff your arm, feeling stupid but wanting to know if you really do smell like brown sugar. The most important thing is that you didn’t ruin your friendship with him. You can tell he needs a friend. Sitting with him today made you realize, he’s absolutely nothing like the picture-perfect hero that Vought advertises, but he’s not a heartless monster either. He’s a constantly shifting kaleidoscope of manufactured facets and raw human emotion, bubbling under the surface like a hot spring and just as likely to singe your hand if you touch.

You’re glad he tolerates you, even if it’s just for the free dessert.

#homelander #x reader #homelander x reader #homelander headcanons

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spacenintendogs · 1 year

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httyd hcs abt the gang's relationship to eret bc we were deprived.

eret has a sense of camaraderie with all of them eventually, but it's super rough to get along with anyone besides astrid & hiccup at first

him & astrid get along the best, obv. they spar, they talk shit, they open up abt serious things, they trade information

eret dealing with how quickly he's changed his life & while astrid doesn't fully understand she rmrs how quickly her mind had been changed & getting used to it.

stormfly still plays fetch with eret (with a stick or... with him LMAO but it helps him get used to falling from large heights & trusting he'll be caught by a dragon, either her or skullcrusher)

hiccup immediately trusts eret as much as he trusts anyone he's known for years & eret doesn't know if he deserves it but he strives to make it so he does

eret has HIGH respect for hiccup & understands what he's going through to an extent as the son of a chief (tho hiccup is chief now). hiccup is one of the only ones who know eret was son of a chief.

yea i'm going off of what was said abt fire tides with eret being the son of a chief

eret figures out exactly where toothless likes to be pet & always has to give him a scratch under the chin to say hello

fishlegs enthusiasm for dragons & infodumping is a lot for eret at first, but very quickly fishlegs unabashedly is sweet, gentle, shy, patient, & still has the ability to bite back at ppl (mostly snotlout & the twins) & eret is like okay word

fishlegs helps eret understand skullcrusher more, as he's more than eager to step into the role of teacher (this makes hiccup happy)

fishlegs tells eret abt his family's regatta history & eret is actually invested!! he's interested!!! in turn, eret shows fishlegs his ship!!

eret: (sees meatlug) oh. (gives her a snack) (gives her a snack) (gives her a snack) (gives her a

we know snotlout sees eret as a rival but eret doesn't Care™️ but it'd be funnier i think if eret doesn't Care™️ but also enjoys mildly taking the piss out of snotlout for fun

it's so easy to work snotlout up & after eret's had his fun for a few months he casually brings it up to snotlout & snotlout wants to crawl into a hole & die

they do become good friends & it's weird for ppl outside of the gang bc eret is so dry towards snotlout vs snotlout still getting in eret's face (affectionate)

hookfang just likes to push himself into eret's personal space & cuddle(?) so eret just allowe it LMAO

it's ruffnut's bluntness that has eret finally relax around her.

she defends him in a rather mundane event of eret getting heckled (again) by berkians who don't trust him (this is like, month 5 of him living on berk) by looking at each viking & roasting them calmly from the ground up with information they didn't know she knew

eret tells her thanks & she just... smiles at him. so he gives her a kiss on the cheek & it's a rare moment of ruff getting slightly flushed

tuffnut is actually very easy to get along with. he always checks on eret & makes sure he's doing alright (in his tuffnut way)

tuffnut is so blasé abt things while also being one of the most hyper ppl eret has ever met & it's so intriguing to eret how someone can be a walking contradiction but make it make sense so easily

tuffnut gives eret unprompted pep talks & eret tries to respond in kind instead of fully brushing tuff off & tuff is like :D

barf & belch are as chaotic as their riders & maybe... maybe... eret will enable them on occassion (yes he will. what? it's funny).

eret rlly learns abt everyone & learns to like them for them as they like him for him :)

also they all saw him without a shirt ONE TIME (1) & haven't shut up abt it since

#httyd #httyd headcanons #eret son of eret #do i tag everyone mentioned again?#let's do it #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #toothless #stormfly #fishlegs ingerman #meatlug #snotlout jorgenson #hookfang #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #barf and belch #long post #rose rambles

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underacalicosky · 2 months

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I love stars from our eyes! 🤩😍 though, I love everything you write! I can't give anymore kudos to your works but here's thousand more ❤️×1000

Prompt idea: anakin and obi-wan are about same age(give or take a year or two) in their late 20s/early 30s, and have been best friends since university. Anakin is helplessly in love with obi-wan, who is in relationship with satine, and that's why anakin thinks obi-wan is straight. But when satine cheats on obi-wan, he has to move out quickly from their shared home and he moves in with anakin. Hurt/comfort follows and anakin learns new truths about obi-wan 😁

Hi Anon, this is so sweet! 🥹 Thank you for this lovely note 🥰 I’m thrilled that you’re enjoying Stars From Our Eyes (and I hope you’ll like how it ends)! Thanks for reading and I’m sending ❤️x1000 right back at you!

I definitely have a soft spot for same age Obikin AUs and lots and lots of pining. This was a fun prompt and it gave me something to think about tonight as I was making dinner. I hope you don’t mind that I changed it a little bit and took out the part about Satine cheating (I couldn’t do that to her!). Thanks so much for this prompt! 💞

Anakin was in a meeting when the text from Satine arrived. Assuming it had something to do with the wedding, he hadn’t looked at it until he got home. It was then that his heart stopped.

I’m sorry. I love him and always will, but not the way he deserves to be. Please take good care of him xoxo

Instead of texting her back, Anakin immediately called Obi-Wan.

It turns out, three months before he was supposed to marry Satine, she had an epiphany. She loved Obi-Wan, deeply, but she was no longer in love with him. Not the way she was when they were fifteen, sixteen, seventeen... spending summers together at the Cape.

And she suspected he was no longer in love with her as well. Which happens sometimes, through no one’s fault.

They were both born into families with influence and wealth and power. And when they began dating, it was welcomed with enthusiasm on both sides. The union of two political dynasties.

But to Anakin, Obi-Wan wasn’t the son and grandson and great-grandson of senators. He was simply Obi-Wan. He was the guy who had slept eight feet away from him in their fifteen by twenty dorm room freshman year.

He was the friend who chose to room with Anakin each year after that, and who Anakin would visit on the Cape one week each summer, and who came home with Anakin every Thanksgiving and made mashed potatoes with his mom and said their modest home was lovely and warm, despite having grown up in mansions and estates.

And after they graduated, he was the friend whose couch Anakin slept on for almost a year as he looked for jobs before eventually applying for grad school.

Ten years later, he was the friend who asked Anakin to be his best man.

And so the next day, Anakin called in sick to work and rolled up to the gates outside Obi-Wan and Satine’s lavish house in a mid-sized U-Haul and helped his best friend pack up his belongings.

His best friend, who Anakin had harbored feeling for since they were eighteen. He’d kept that secret hidden away because he knew nothing could ever come of it. Obi-Wan was betrothed to a smart, strong, and lovely woman. Anakin was his best friend, and that was more than enough.

At first, Obi-Wan was going to stay with Anakin at his condo for a month until he found a suitable place to rent.

One month turned into two.

“We didn’t have sex for two years,” Obi-Wan says quietly one morning, unprompted.

It caught Anakin off guard and he choked on his coffee, spitting it across the kitchen island and dribbling it down his chin.

“Were you seeing someone else?” Anakin asked after he stopped coughing.

“No. I just watched a lot of porn,” Obi-Wan said and took a sip of his tea.

Two months turned into three.

“I know we were right to end things. It’s letting go of the life that was expected of me that’s been the hardest part. Feeling like I’ve let down my family and hers,” Obi-Wan mused. “My future had been laid out and I simply had to place one foot in front of the other and just walk. But now that I’ve taken a step to the side... I feel so free.”

Three months turned into a gardening project to update the little patch of backyard space into a patio with a quaint sitting area.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the little dipper,” Obi-Wan said, pointing to the sky as they sat on the bench together.

“I had no idea we could see so many stars on a clear night,” Anakin commented.

Half a year later, Obi-Wan had repainted the kitchen and updated the cabinets.

Anakin returned home a day early from his work trip and froze at the bottom of the stairs when he heard the noises. Moaning and grunting. The rhythmic slap of skin.

A blush crept over him and he quietly placed his carry-on duffle on the floor, right next to his breaking heart, ready to leave and grant Obi-Wan some privacy with his guest. But as he tiptoed toward the front door, it became obvious that he was hearing the voices of two men.

His curiosity got the best of him so Anakin tiptoed up the stairs instead. Down the short hallway. To the door of the guest room where Obi-Wan had been staying for nearly a year.

Anakin peeked in the dark room and saw the naked silhouette of Obi-Wan leaning back in his chair, his hard cock in his hand. On the laptop screen was a man with bronze curls getting fucked senseless by another man with pale freckled skin.

“Obi-Wan?” he asked, before he could stop himself.

And when Obi-Wan turned and fell out of his chair, Anakin ran to his own dark room and stood there in the middle of the floor, frantically processing what he just saw.

About fifteen seconds passed before Obi-Wan rounded the corner with a hastily thrown on t-shirt and pair of shorts. He flipped on the light and his expression was that of panic and complete shame.

“I can explain,” Obi-Wan said.

Anakin stared. “Okay.”

Obi-Wan took several deep breaths. “There really isn’t an explanation. It’s exactly what you think.”

“You’re watching gay porn.”

“Yes.”

“You’re into dudes?” Anakin asked.

“Apparently.”

“You’re into dudes that look... like me from behind?”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “I’d prefer if they looked like you from the front too.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Anakin whispered.

“Because I didn’t know how you’d react. I’m still trying to figure it out myself,” Obi-Wan admitted. “I think I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a very long time.” His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.

“Not as long as I’ve been in love with you,” Anakin said quietly.

“Oh, I think you’d be surprised,” Obi-Wan said with a laugh. “I think--”

It didn’t matter what he thought, because Anakin’s lips were on Obi-Wan’s, finally. And there was plenty of time to think tomorrow. And the day after that.

#anon ask #thanks for the ask!#thanks for the note!#obikin ficlet

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velnica · 3 months

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Homeward (Orpheus/Eurydice)

A ficlet about Eurydice, Sanson's Ancient self, and Orpheus, Guydelot's Ancient self.

He is here again, with his sweet melody that filled the night air like a thousand nightingales. It is obvious that he is here for me, though I do not know why he would, when he can have his fill of adoring audience with far more enthusiasm elsewhere. Yet for nigh a moon he had greeted me as I leave for home, leaning his tall frame against the stone wall outside the building. His is a striking form under the moonlight; a shining jewel to my tarnished brass.

"Good evening, Eurydice," he says, as per usual.

"Good evening, Orpheus," I reply back, like all of those other days. He smiles back, and nothing else is said; from here on the only sound left will be my footsteps, and a song that follows them until I round over yonder corner. So I walk down the stairs and along the pavement as is routine, but I fail to shake the feeling that something is different tonight.

I look up at the moon, seeking answers. Is it his looks? No, Orpheus has always looked the same; confident and bright, as is his right as one of Altima's protégé. Is it his smile? No, it is always gentle and sincere; a smile just for me, he'd said once, and I could not find the lie in those words.

I crane my ears back towards him when it hits me: Orpheus's melody has a different lilt, imperceptible perhaps to those who have not listened to it near nightly, but it is there—half a note deeper and half a breath slower, as if it is waiting for something to happen, something to rouse it back to its usual tempo.

The book against my chest feels inadequate to contain the sudden swell of heat that blooms within. It's an absurd proposition, that someone like Orpheus could be waiting for someone like me; Eurydice; a plain-faced clerk with far too serious a furrow between my brows and minuscule talent for nothing else except recording history.

And yet...

I stop at the far end of the path, where the pavement's patterns meld to a different design. He is still leaning against the pillar; playing, waiting. The wind takes that exact moment to change, and with it, so do I.

"Your melody is different tonight, perchance you can explain its intricacies as I walk home?" I ask, before blushing several shades deep. By the Star, that sounded far too bold—

Orpheus's melody suddenly shifts, this time rising up to a trill, akin to a flight of birds looping through the air. He near jogs to catch up, not breaking even a single note, then stops next to me.

"I've one better. Let me play you a new composition, and you may tell me your opinion of it."

"You know I'm no good critique. I know little and less about techniques," I confess. Instead of chastisement, Orpheus just grins.

"Pah, I've no shortage of people raring to tell me that I ought to use a different scale for more sophistication or some such; no, I'd like you to describe to me what you feel when you hear it, just as you have always done."

I colour even more. It is such a simple ask, and I've always opined on his songs—often unprompted—when he barges into my resting spot at lunch; yet tonight it feels like my answer will forever change the course of... of...

Orpheus waits, still with that handsome grin on his face. His beautiful turquoise eyes shine from behind the mask, and I am drawn ever closer as if pulled by an invisible string. The heat returns to my chest and before I can make a fool of myself, I nod.

His grin bursts into stars. "Come then, let us begin," he says as he lifts his harp and starts walking, in sync with his new melody.

I fall into step with him and listen to this new song, to Orpheus's voice, to the plucking of strings against his fingertips and I let myself feel. The melody tugs at the corner of my lips and before I realise it, I am grinning wide, heart light and aflutter.

I look up at the sky again and send up a wish—to the Star and the Moon, may this feeling never, ever fade.

Continued in Invitation.

#ahhhhhhhhhhhh #screaming incoherently #I just had to write this one down #orpheus x eurydice #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #guydesan #bard boys #ancient bard boys #ffxiv #my gposes #my fic writing

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a-library-of-old · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons for a reader who confesses they’re in love with Jack, and he surprisingly loves them too? Like reader and Jack are laying in bed and he just says it to them out in the open ❤️ your jack horner head canons give me so much life! 🙏🏻

Oooo feels like I've got a complete set now of reader confesses now hhuhyhu

Also bruh! Yall can't keep saying all this nice shit on anon please! I can't keep gettin all happy from that face ;-;

Since you mentioned that he says it in bed I like to think that it wasn't the first time you've said you'd loved him but the first he's said it back

The first time being in your proclamation to him about how much you love him and wish to be with him, it leaves him stunned and red but accepting

The second time was softer, quieter, the moment sweetened by his company alone. The air itself felt swamped with a sticky sweet honey and your admission breathless. As if he where smelling freshly bloomed roses but, he didn't say it back

By the third you hadn't said it for some time but the moment seemed so right. The fabled wishing star having just tried to swallow him whole and the foods effects long worn off. He didn't understand why you where still there, promising to keep the company running in his momentary absence AND helping clean and patch his wounds. That was the first one where your words seemed to pierce through his cold and darkened shells of protection, straight through to his head and heart. Still, he was silent

The fourth time Jack was in much better conditions as he told you about his new plans to get his collection back and try again at his one wish in life. He spoke with such enthusiasm and glee, a darkened spark illuminating his eyes unlike anything else in so long. It was hard to join in he was that sure this would all work, but you managed to get out a 'I love you'. It made Jack falter for a moment before he continued on with his plans

By the fifth time you didn't expect to get a response from him, you just wanted to tell him anyway. Using the Valentine holiday as a free excuse! Sadly he didn't go all out like I've described before as you two hadn't been together long enough in his mind to, but you two did celebrate a little at least. He tried to get you gifts that weren't entirely about himself and seemed to at least want to keep any you have him homemade or otherwise. That night being when you told him before you could fall asleep, this time however you did get a response. It wasn't the three magic words just yet but something is better then nothing and a mumbled 'I feel the same for you' is definitely something

The sixth time was close to the fifth as you still were riding the high of his 'confession' using the day (a rare day off from work) to shower him in love. The teasing of his words was present as well but where's the fun in not pushing some of his buttons? He enjoyed the gifts but wasn't all that amused with your attempts of him saying something like he had before

Now not to say seven is a lucky number but? Well you'd gotten very lucky that day! Jack was not only in a good mood for the whole day but was starting to open up to you more as well since you'd been together for a year at this point. That night? That was the luckiest moment of all. You both layed close and worn from the day, knowing the next might be just as hard when unprompted he let's out a soft announcement, 'I love you'

Any reaction you give will get the same response from him unfortunately, denial. Since love would mean Jack Horner had gone 'soft' and was being 'little' which is the opposite of himself. So instead he'll try to fake ignorance or just pretend he was asleep

Either way just give him a kiss and know the eighth I love you? Well, seven set a new precedent for how things went I'd say

#pie man #big jack horner #jack horner #jack horner x reader #puss in boots #puss in boots: the last wish #big jack horner x reader

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kolbietheaggrievedwriter · 1 year

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misc excerpts 2/?

Category: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!

Title: n/a

Summary: SI/OC!Takeshi remembers his past life - and subsequently, the future of this world - after a nasty hit from a stray ball knocks him for a loop. Naturally the first thing he does is find the protagonist and spill the beans.

Notes: Don't mind me & my never ending agenda to give Tsuna friends before Canon starts.

When Tsuna is ten years old, a boy comes up to him in the park and says, unprompted and with the kind of unbridled enthusiasm and pride people had stopped showing toward Tsuna a long time ago, "You're the protagonist of a shounen manga, and I'm gonna be your left-hand man!"

And Tsuna - four years into being Sealed and not yet resigned to mediocrity and scorn, desperate for any kind of connection or hope for the future - believes him without question.

"Whoa, really?" He asks, but the truth is already settling in his bones, a core belief.

The boy smiles, bright and cheerful, as he nods. "Yeah. So let's be friends."

"Okay!" Tsuna agrees almost before he can get the last word out - because even more than an intangible future that he can't reach out and touch, an offer of friendship is real, immediate, and just the lifeline he needs when he's spent the last four years drowning.

"Cool," his friend says, simply, like it's so easy, but the anticipatory gleam in brown eyes tells Tsuna he feels the weight of this moment, too, like the world itself has just settled right on top of them.

It's heavy, full of boundless promise and unspoken expectations.

That's okay, though. Tsuna now has a friend to carry it with him.

#excerpts #my fic #khr #si/oc!takeshi

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neversetyoufree · 2 years

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What's your review on the last chapter of vanitas

It's interesting!

It wasn't exactly the most Earth-shattering or exciting chapter, but there's a couple things in it that I'm very curious about. I'm obviously looking forward to seeing what's up with the new Archiviste, but besides that, there are some odd details that stand out to me quite a lot.

First of all, the moment where Noé first considers the possibility of other Archivistes is. odd. Unless I'm forgetting something, I think this is the first time we've ever seen him think about his original family, and this is not at all how I expected this to go.

We've known that Noé has some baggage about his own Archiviste-ness, and he doesn't seem to like revealing his name or making use of his abilities, but that can be pretty well explained by his history of being made to feel creepy/deviant for looking into people's memories. What can't be explained that way, though, are these panels:

This does not look like the happy kind of shock.

Noé, generally speaking, is enthusiasm personified, and unless he's reacting to somebody else being harmed, he tends to interpret everything in the best, most optimistic possible light. So what the hell is up with him here??

Everything about these panels, from the black text to the framing and shading to Noé's expression feels ominous, but why on Earth would he be filled with shock and dread at the thought that he may have some living family? Either his discomfort with his powers extends so far as to make him feel disgusted by even the thought of others with his ability, or something else happened in his past to make the thought of encountering his family feel instinctively horrifying.

Given the new Archiviste's sinister vibes and my suspicion that this arc will finally be digging into Noé's unspoken and unrealized trauma, my money is on the latter.

(That "do I want to know?" line in particular is giving me many thoughts about the direction that Noé's arc is going to take next 👀👀).

I'm also quite interested in how Noé seems to run out and see the new Archiviste completely at random. He's just walking along with Vanitas, then he stops to think for a moment, and then he goes sprinting, apparently unprompted.

But I don't think it's actually random! Given how he reacts when he gets outside, calling for Jean-Jacques and then lifting his head just in time to meet the eyes of the new Archiviste, I'm pretty sure he's meant to have somehow sensed her out there.

He felt a presence and went running instinctively, but confused the presence he felt for Jean-Jacques since he'd just seen him. And that's interesting!! Even if vampires genarally do have heightened senses and/or a bit of intuition, this doesn't seem quite like something standard. Noé's not exactly the most perceptive man in the world, and yet he sensed the new girl from all the way inside. It makes me wonder if he has some inherent sense of the presence of another Archiviste, which is super interesting!!

Also, though this is just a fun tidbit rather than a curiosity, I'm very pleased at the inclusion of this little interaction:

I did a lot of posting a while back about how Noé's inability to process his own traumas as traumas is deeply unhealthy, and how the only reason his over-optimism in the face of abuse doesn't read as more unsettling is his status as our pov character. And now his friends are taking notice of his problem. That's validation babey!!

This is yet another thing redoubling my certainty that the upcoming arc is going to deal with unpacking Noé's thus-far unexamined trauma and backstory, and I couldn't be more curious to see what's lurking in his head underneath all the willful ignorance.

#it took me a while to talk properly about this chapter whoops #I haven't been super online the past couple weeks #and when I have been online I've been gabbing on about sucksession on my other sideblog lmao #but I'm back now!#vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #noé archiviste #vnc spoilers #vnc 57 #theory #english major hours #noé archiviste my beloved #ID in alt text #ask #ischika

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yukidragon · 1 year

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Aaaaah, thank you so much for answering my ask! It really puts in perspective how Jack (as we interpret it) would solve conflicts with his Sunshine. And with that being said, I actually have another ask for you. Buckle up, cuz this one’s a long one! So, we can all agree that Jack is a good manipulator, right? He knows exactly what to say, when to say it, and how to say what his Sunshine needs to hear to get them right where he wants them. And you yourself mentioned in one of your previous posts-

Oh wow, I think this might be the longest ask chain I’ve ever gotten. I appreciate your enthusiasm. I know what it’s like to go on a long ramble (I mean, that’s why I have a tag called “headcanon ramblings” that is just getting bigger by the week). Though next time maybe you could make a tumblr post and tag me? That should make it a little easier for me to respond without potentially missing anything while trying to screencap the whole ask chain.

Anyway, let’s get to the ask itself.

I think this is a fascinating idea you have here. Jack might be acting with what he believes is the best of intentions, but he’s still being manipulative in order to win his sunshine’s heart. I don’t necessarily think MC is oblivious to what he’s doing in the game, given some of the comments they make regardless of their choices. I believe, however, that they are someone who is very emotionally vulnerable.

MC is aware that the situation is suspicious, that everything Jack is offering is too good, but the fact of the matter is that Jack does make them feel good. They’ve felt bad for so long. They’re not used to someone caring about them. They were lonely, and even at their most resistant in the “no” route, they are desperate to keep Jack and cling to him even as they keep trying to keep him at a distance.

I believe that an MC could be perfectly aware of what Jack is doing and the tactics he’s trying while still just... deciding to let him stay anyway.

In a lot of ways, Jack’s presence is like a drug for MC (and I suspect the reverse is true for him as well). He makes them feel good, loved, and cared for. He is some supernatural entity or a sign that something is wrong with them mentally... yet it’s hard for MC to want to give him up. MC is seeing the red flags and is in a vulnerable enough mental state to just overlook them.

Regardless of the route, MC wants Jack around. They’re attracted to him, and he makes them feel good, regardless of the choices they make. Even when choosing “no,” their train of thought isn’t an outright rejection of Jack, but rather it seems that they don’t think now, in this situation, is the right time to admit they feel this way towards him.

…No. No, this isn’t how it needs to come out. Not like this.

We have a lot of sway in what we headcanon about the MC, but regardless of the route, they are someone who feels attracted to Jack. Whether they kiss or hug him prior to the yes/no choice, if they win the yogurt mini game, they share a very intimate kiss with Jack. Although it’s unexpected, MC makes it clear that it was certainly not an unwelcome thing, and the kiss leaves them feeling very good. They can still say “no” even after making out with him on the couch as well, and regardless, they still choose to cuddle with him on the couch unprompted.

I think that MC is aware that there’s at least a degree of manipulation on Jack’s part. Now, I doubt they have a clue just how far he’s willing to go to keep them given his child-friendly image and how kind he is, but I don’t think they’re oblivious to how he’s using motivational tactics like he would when dealing with children. The question comes how much is intentional and how much is not, given how deeply Jack believes that he is the character of Sunny Day Jack.

Then, of course, there’s the question of whether or not Jack is real at all. Even months on, MC still has reasons to doubt his very existence. Is this a supernatural entity haunting them, the ghost of some actor that got too into his role before he died, or is this just a comfort character they wanted so badly in such an awful time in their life that they are just imagining him? If he’s not real, then what does that say about them?

There’s a lot of ambiguity to Jack and the situation, and I think in a lot of ways MC is just not caring for themselves and their own well being enough to really fight the presence of a suspicious entity that makes them feel better. They mention they’re not used to someone caring about them, they sometimes skip things like putting on underwear, and even Ian worries about them eating. They listen to the painful messages from their ex, staying in the apartment with all his stuff, and his clothes make up the majority of their wardrobe.

Jack’s tactics are effective because MC is in a vulnerable mental state. He makes them feel good, and he helps them actually be motivated to get out of bed in the morning. He keeps them company at a job that humiliates them. Even when they’re trying to keep him at arm’s length, the idea of being without him is terrifying, and they panic at the idea of him leaving.

As I’ve said in past theory posts, I think that Jack and MC share some thoughts and emotions. Jack doesn’t (directly) lie to them. He cares about them and wants to take care of them, and they can feel that sincerity. In the psyche recording, the consultant pointed out that kids can tell when a person is faking it. Jack is being manipulative, but he isn’t faking how he feels, and I think MC is responding strongly to that sincerity because they want what he’s offering them, even if he’s a very suspicious entity.

Jack seems to be trying to take control of the situation between him and MC. The trailer has this tag line, “Whether or not you let him take over is up to you.” In part of the demo when they’re talking about Ian, MC wonders if it would be so bad if they let Jack just take control.

Jack wants MC’s love. He needs them to need him. He cares for them and wants to bask in their light. He won’t let anyone get between them. He’s manipulative, but I don’t think it’s to the extent of trying to outright brainwash MC. I think that it’s just he wants to make sure that their love for each other is so solid that nothing could ever break it, no one could ever come between them, and nothing would ever separate them so that they can be together forever.

Regardless of the route, MC wants Jack there. Whether or not that’s a good thing depends on just how much of themselves they lose during the course of the game’s story. I think MC has the potential to become a junky, treating Jack as a drug, a comfort character, and being dependent on him even as they jerk his heart around. Likewise, Jack has the potential to be exceedingly dangerous, as we’ve seen in some of the teaser art and what he does to Nick at the end of the demo.

I may have wandered off a bit from the main topic there. Apologies for that.

Anyway, all that’s to say that Jack’s tactics do seem effective on the MC, regardless whether they see through them or not. They’re at least effective to the degree that they don’t want him to leave simply because it feels good to be around him. I think that it would be a very interesting dynamic, even a good challenge to Jack, if MC can see all the psychological techniques he’s using on them and turns them right back around on him. Heck, it could be even done teasingly to let him know that they know what he’s doing.

I can imagine Jack would be worried by how MC is perceiving him and his behavior. He’s being manipulative, but not with malicious intent. He just wants them to trust him, love him, and need him. Given how he had trouble doing that as Joseph in his past and his tactics of winning people over worked when he was Sunny Day Jack, I can imagine it would probably leave him worried and stressed. If they think he’s being fake, well, then he would have to try harder to prove his sincerity without making them think he’s just trying to pull their strings like a puppeteer. I think it would be a bit similar to how he reacts in the “no” route when MC is trying to keep him at arm’s length.

A conversation between Jack and MC about what he’s doing would be very interesting, I think. Jack and MC both have a lot of issues going on. How he would react to being called on his psychological tactics will depend on the way MC approaches it, which would be influenced by how much they want to rock the boat when his presence makes them feel good regardless of any red flags.

I think that this would be an excellent core conflict between Jack and MC for any fic. I know I’m constantly thinking about how much Alice notices in Sunshine in Hell, how much she doesn’t, and how much she convinces herself is nothing to notice. Having an MC who is more direct in calling out Jack on the specific psychological tactics involved would provide a strong conflict and could either lead to them getting closer or push things into a dark and twisted yandere nightmare.

If you’re inspired to write this story, then by all means do it! I’m inspired by other peoples’ ideas all the time. Heck, fanfiction at its core is being inspired by someone else’s ideas to make your own story.

Don’t worry too much if there are some similarities between your fic and mine. As long as you’re not copying it word for word or following the exact same story beats and characterization, I think you’re good. I mean, the majority of us to write fanfiction in this fandom are working with the same basic template with our MCs and their living situation. Almost all of us are taking the core of the MC as presented in the game - someone hurt by their ex boyfriend who cheated on them - and adding our own details on top. One day Jack just appeared after they played a video tape, and they’re dealing with having a clown ghost(?) in their life who makes them feel good. From there we’re adding our own personal perspectives on what’s going on, how extreme Jack is as a yandere, and how our version of the MC might react.

I’m super flattered that you think so highly of my stories and headcanons. It really makes me happy that you enjoy them so much. Thank you for your kind words.💖

Please do write if you are inspired! I love seeing all the different ideas people have in this fandom and the stories they’re weaving about it. I think this fandom is full of creativity, taking the same basic concept and taking it in so many fantastic directions.

If a headcanon or AU or whatever I wrote inspires you to write or draw something for it, then by all means please do have fun with it and let me know when you do. It’s such high praise to know that I can be a source of inspiration for someone. I get inspired by others in the fandom all the time, and I make sure to let them know when they do. It’s a wonderful feeling knowing I could inspire someone with their creativity. Thank you for your kind words and for letting me know I sparked this creativity in you as well. I look forward to seeing what you write. 💖

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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sacredflorist · 26 days

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Unprompted Ask | Always Accepting | @fcrir

❛❛ Please, please, please- ❜❜ he whines, holding the little pup in front of him as leverage, the little thing lost in confusion as he stared at Aerith, head titled as those big round eyes stare at her with childish wonder. It was a joke, but Zack wanted to keep It, he always wanted a pet of his own, a luxury he can't quite afford in a busy life of a soldier. But if they took turns, it could work ! Besides, she'd have someone to keep her company while he was away, it's perfect ! ❛❛ Pleeeeeeeeease- ❜❜ he brings the puppy closer to her cheek, its little head nuzzling against her skin. // SAY NO I DARE U

Aerith can't help but laugh at Zack's enthusiasm. That puppy is adorable, and she has always liked animals, especially dogs. They are so pure, so kind, much more than many humans, actually. And well... Zack is really acting like a dog sometimes, which makes the situation even more amusing. He's always so enthusiastic, kind and passionate about everything he's doing. How could she refuse this ? She has so much love to give, and this little one is only waiting for that. Maybe they could be its parents. With a bit of help from Elmyra. Grandma Elmyra. How sweet!

"What an adorable one!" she exclaims, gently petting the puppy already before she presses a soft kiss to its nose. Her attention is then back on Zack, even if she won't remove her hand from the cute animal. "Would you say please once again ? You know I can't say no, but I kinda like the way it sounds," she teases, letting a chuckle escape her mouth. "I hope you were waiting for my answer to give it a name, mmh ?" She's just teasing Zack again, of course, because she will love that puppy no matter what its name is, but she really can't help herself.

#how could we say no ???#this is SO CUTE gfdgd 🥰#rp #fcrir #v: a flower blooming in the slums

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venitdomum · 2 months

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@petitexmagician asked: "Ah I found you!" The brunette stumbled but steadied herself the run she did, yet a massive amount of anemo music notes were over her head as she beamed. "Your the dancer that performed that amazing show in the rite, it was incredible! It was like- a-ah sorry I'm Zola, nice to meet ya."

unprompted asks || always accepting

Though he was surprised at first by her sudden appearance, Gaming couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him. He liked her enthusiasm.

"It's nice to meet you too Zola," he smiled. "And you are correct, I was the dancer at the Lantern Rite festival. I'm so glad you liked my performance." He couldn't help but beam a little at the praise. Not many took interest in his Wushou Dancing. At least not until the rite anyway.

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wcnderfulandstrange · 2 months

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two little children run rampant down the halls, nearly crashing into innocent servants passing by. there's little regard for them, only because their excitement overwrites all else. dante leads the charge, practically dragging her brother, rikiel, by his hand, who struggles to keep up at first. but eventually he keeps pace with her. they're so eager, they missed her so dearly. by the time they finally spot her, they both shout, at nearly the same time, "grandma!"

unprompted asks | ALWAYS ACCEPTING

maria never leaves the castle for long, and rarely for anything more than her routine strolls along the dimly-lit streets of the nearby town. there, she basks in the warmth of the lamps’ electric glow ( how marvelous! she always thinks, still dazzled by the miracles of modern technology after all this time, although she wishes that the lights would not drown out the stars ), watches happy, drunken humans dashing in and out of their favorite bars, and tries to distract herself from the persistent tension that has settled over her home like a brewing storm, having no desire to bear witness when it inevitably breaks.

thus, apprehension gnaws at her anxious heart along the way home, though it does not survive the end of her journey — how could it when she is met with the unconditional love of her youngest grandchildren? still blessed with innate innocence and blissful ignorance, they greet her return with such fervent enthusiasm that one would think she has been away for five years, not a mere five hours.

❝ my babies, ❞ she cries, kneeling down to greet them with outstretched arms, ❝ how i’ve missed you both! perhaps, if your parents approve, i will take you along with me the next time i go into town. i would enjoy your company so very much. ❞

#lovesigned #/ answered.#ic / maria.#// maria and her grandbabies make me so 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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marley-manson · 1 year

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The 3rd best line in The Interview was: “I mean, Korea will become a shining exampe of America's policy of benign military intervention, that's all.” Said by Frank presumably in response to the question “Do you see anything good coming out of the war?”

I was about to say the best line, but then I remembered Mulcahy’s hand warming monologue and Radar talking about Korean civilians.

Potter was a bit of a disappointment, I remembered him being a little standoffish and calling it a pain in the ass when people look up to him, I forgot him talking about becoming very very close to a lot of the people and wanting to see them after the war. Harry Morgan’s delivery still gets to me tho, he’s very good in this.

Hawkeye was interesting... I can kind of see how people might interpret some of his jokes here as dodging sincerity, but I don’t see that myself or think it’s an intended takeaway of his attitude. First because he is sincere and personal quite a bit - he’s the one who brings up fear as a constant unprompted and then monologues about having panic attacks at night when prompted further, he also quite darkly offers “Me, alive” as something good that could come out of the war. He makes a joke when asked if he has any heroes, but then answers seriously with a no (also interesting tbh, but fitting imo). He’s got a pretty good mix of sincerity and humour. Second because joking is how he becomes a source of humour, and this episode isn’t entirely devoid of laughs. Frank gets them with his parodic existence, Radar gets them with his naivete, Klinger gets them with his enthusiasm and cynicsm, Hawkeye gets them by insinuating he sent a sexy letter to Truman’s wife. And third because of the opening statement that the interviews were edited for “salty” content lol, making it pretty easy to headcanon that 75% of Hawkeye’s ended up on the cutting room floor anyway. That would be a fun missing scene premise tbh.

What else... Oh Hawkeye’s rant about the military’s obsession with shoes lol, you just know that some officer in basic training yelled at him for not wearing his army issue boots or something. Love random little things like that, that hint at stuff we don’t see.

And Frank hesitating when asked what he misses before saying his family a second too late, with an air of remembering the correct answer. Excellent delivery, excellent joke. AND his line about going into politics. Frank was so good in this episode.

Idk just generally I love the tone of it. It’s still funny, still ic, but it swerves into a more realistic sensibility, moreso than probably any other episode of the show including the later seasons. Idt I can articulate exactly how, but a big part of it is the acting, and how subdued it all is.

I also watched Deluge but there’s not much to say about it other than Klinger’s comedy monologue about the nazi kid back home who would’ve been a much better fit for the army was great. And as much as I love Margaret’s diatribe about wanting a crewcut, I’m a little :/ about her insisting all the nurses stay in danger because she doesn’t want to feel left out of army shit lol.

#mash #mash s4 #marley on mash #hawkeye mash

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corvicarum · 8 months

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@sortilegii asked: ' i heard it was your first birthday ever, so, i thought, well, why not make it special? ' trey's voice is filled with delight, enthusiasm of the most bright as he reveals an exquisite lemon cake specifically baked for the occasion. ' happy birthday, wuya! go ahead! blow out the candles and make a wish! '

despite all this time, yes, it was his first. his guardian never saw a real need to celebrate each and every one. honestly, fae where he's from more often celebrated seasonal changes and phenomena, than they did the promise of another year. for them it was most often a guarantee. more than one hundred birthdays would get tedious. for humans, who's lives were short the idea of a birthday made more sense.

so of course, some of the other students insisted. lilia started it all off of course, the dorm decorated with more color than he'd seen since arriving. happily explaining to wuya the concept, as floyd and kalim filled in the other details happily. the mer of course left out the inevitable pie in his face, until he was the one doing it.

wuya laughs as he wipes the cream from over his eyes. just in time to see trey presenting him a cake decorated in whites and yellows. with flowers, and other motifs entirely catered to his own likes and interests. wuya didn't even have to ask what kind it was; he could smell it. lemon-- sweet and tangy. he looks from trey, then back to the cake. reaching out to swipe a bit of frosting on his fingertip. giving it a little taste. " my favorite flavor mmm- how'd you know? " a rhetorical question of course, as he breaths in. then out with a small smile- to blow out the candles.

unprompted

#trey tbt.#wOW THIS IS SO CUTE? ? ? ?#not even his bday until next month but UGH #𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊. / wuya

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quirofiliac · 5 months

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ongewenst asked: " daddy doesn't like you much. " it's proclaimed rather boldly by the little girl, who seemed utterly unfazed by the idea of her father loathing the man before her; lavender hues stayed fixated on kira's expression as hanamaru crossed her arms over her chest. body language entirely void of resentment or fear. " he's told me many things about you! "

@ongewenst: hanamaru ft. @kokoronohiroi as honorable mention／ unprompted ／ always accepting.

Her statement (and why was she so loud? he thought her parents were better than that-- well... at least one of them should be.) was immediately acknowledged, granted full attention with Kira turning towards her. An eyebrow comes up in a curious, little raise with his gaze starting at the tips of her shoes -- it's a good thing she has shoes, at least, considering her roots, right? -- and starting a slow, gradual ascent. Lips pulled into a tight, straight line that prevented his expression from changing any further.

He could feel a sneer fighting its way to the surface, and it was quickly obscured with a casual raise of hand. Folding it henceforth into a fist, Kira presses its knuckles into the twitchiest spot and allows for a slack smile to work itself across his lips instead. Marginal effort was spared, additionally, to soften his eyes. Wouldn't want to "scare" her, now would he?

"Is that so?" he asked in response, returning the child's enthusiasm with... something that didn't quite match. Tone, overall, was kept light. There's too much room for error, he's already starting to find and that (he wonders how upset they'd be if he killed her right here, right now. a child's casket shouldn't cost that much, surely... surely not.) was more than enough to cause every single one of his nerves to tense up. "I wonder..."

Head tilted, placing more of its weight onto his knuckle. Leaning forward in order to prop his arm (he has to look casual. he doesn't like how she's standing. it screams "boy".) up on kitchen's countertop. A light hum escapes from betwixt sealed lips, eyes looking "at" her (how much would a little girl, aged... maybe... six at the youngest, eight the oldest bleed if he punched her square on the nose?) only to blink away before proper contact could be established.

The hum grows louder, but he doesn't seem to notice despite serving as its host. Eyes shifted elsewhere, setting their sights toward the ceiling (did that one light just blink? he thinks it did, only once. just once, though. it's fast... quick. a blink -- heheh -- and miss it sort of deal. he keeps it in mind.) as he shifted in place. A small amount of weight's put onto his right side than his left, and he seems all the more comfortable because of it.

"I... honestly can't seem to recall why he doesn't like me much," came the confession, shoulders sagging as all of that thought, all of that reminiscing bore zero fruit. A frown's attempted but can't quite reach its head. Kira's fast in abandoning that idea, leaving it behind in a metaphorical mad dash to his next option. "Perhaps, ah, it was something I said...?"

A thoughtful, near remorseful shift happens as the blond pretends to continued to wrack his brain. Gaze pounced from one thing to another, managing to swipe another glimpse (does she think standing like makes her look tough? it just makes her look like a stupid boy. kira hates little boys.) her way before settling on the nearby refrigerator. He swallows. It tastes like nothing with a hint of bile. It goes down like a rock, too.

Other arm rose up to reveal itself, laying itself flat and palm up on countertop shortly after. He's since stopped humming, repositioning his occupied hand to let his chin perch within its palm, instead. Another swallow. Its taste nor texture doesn't change and, in fact, seems to have gotten worse.

He's talking too much. How embarrassing. Suddenly, he's just realized that.

"..."

He glances down towards his empty hand, watching its fingers including the thumb flex inwards only to unfurl moments later. There's a sudden crick in his jaw. Was he always clenching it this tight? He reminds himself to unclench and he does. But the pressure remains. Why was that? It had to be psychological.

That's not something he wants to think about right now.

A tiny bead of sweat starts to form on the back of his neck, beginning at the nape. There's a slight arch in his back-- his actual spine, now, and it's not a pleasant feeling. An attempt's made to offset it, done with Kira proceeding to lean a little bit more, sticking out his rear with one leg coming to cross over its neighbor's ankle with ease. He licked his lips after, swiping over them with a tongue that felt equally as dry.

Should he end the conversation now? Maybe he should talk to Giorno-- demand to know why this thing girl seemingly knows "a lot" about him. That would be what the grown-up would do in such a predicament, after all. Adults talked things out... they didn't gossip (okuyasu would look better with no teeth, no lips... maybe he can start a trend. did he really need his tongue, too, come to think of it?) to their children like some braindead troglodyte. Of course not!

His teeth start to grind, and he could hear each and every scrape associated with each movement. It's something that he wanted to stop, feeling as if he'd scream (fuck. ... FUCK!! ... FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! ... FUCK!!! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK--) on the next tenor.

But what does he keep doing? That's right: he keeps grinding his fucking teeth.

When was his next appointment with the orthodontist? March 20ᵗʰ. When was his yearly checkup? May 14ᵗʰ. When was his next session with the optometrist? February 10ᵗʰ. Should he schedule an appointment with a gastroenterologist soon-- when's the latest he could see them, if so? April 23ʳᵈ. Was he due for anything else? His schedule's packed as is... but he thinks he can make do if push comes to shove.

"Hmm."

No, he wasn't overthinking this. There's no way.

Another swallow's forced and, this time, Kira heard it. It's an audible gulp, and it's echoing over and over in his head. It rings nonstop in his ears. On the bright side, that was more than enough to drown out the squealing of his teeth.

Adjusting and turning his head to face little Hanamaru, the man canted his head slightly. Expression gradually softened in tandem with the gentle swaying of loose strands of hair. His eyes squinted upon catching his resting hand, fingers twitching but no longer curling (could he fit his hand around her head and squeeze it like a melon? what would pop out first: her brain or her eyes?) in and out.

"Ah, actually... Hanamaru, is it? Your parents picked such a lovely name, by the way, but... um, if I may?"

Surely, Hanamaru (and giorno, he guesses.) could live with only one parent in the house? Not like they were dependent on only Okuyasu to get things done, wasn't that right? The answer was obvious. Kira understood immediately.

"Could you, perhaps..." he smiled, and his eyes flash as a sign of life, "...tell me what he said about me? I think it'd... "jog" my memory, so to speak."

(that's it. i'll just kill him. easy.)

"I'd appreciate the help."

#ongewenst #ongewenst: nijimura hanamaru #＊ 💥 持味：in character.#＊ 💥 返事：answered.#me smiling at you because it took me way too long to answer this:#* jumpscares henrietta by tagging her too * hehe!

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