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Into the Ether (1)

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, ...)

Pairing: Vampire! Toreador! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: At the all-night events cafe you run, you’ve become acquainted with an elusive patron, Leon, though you can never remember the last moments of your interactions together. After a harrowing encounter, a love-hate relationship develops between the two of you as you grapple with your newfound status in a world of darkness and investigate the reasons behind the untimely attacks.

Content & Warnings: 18+ Resident Evil x Vampire: The Masquerade crossover, horror, mystery, romance, slow burn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut, swearing, smoking, non consensual blood drinking, blood bond, vampire turning, violence, injury, mild gore, torture, religious themes, minor character death, RE characters (Chris, Claire, Ada, Wesker, Jill, Sherry, Hunnigan, Rebecca, Baker Family, Merchant, Patrick, Luis), VtM concepts (Camarilla, Anarch, Sabbat, Second Inquisition, Toreador, Ventrue, Brujah, Gangrel, Nosferatu, Malkavian, Tremere, Ghouls).

Authors' Note: Super excited for this crossover series! I’ll try to keep a regular update schedule on Wednesdays. I might take some liberties with VtM lore and mechanics to fit the story, but hope to stay as true as I can to the source material. Finally, I imagined RE2R Leon (my favorite!) in this role 🫶

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Chapter 1: RC By Night

You first saw him in summer, when the days were long and the nights were short, and the streets came to life again. There was the heady smell of pollen in the air and the humidity was sweltering. Just a couple of months after you and a bunch of idealistic friends from your theater school days had taken the plunge, and opened an all-night cafe in one of the cheaper, grittier areas of town, east of the river of Raccoon City.

It had been a scrappy little project, one you didn’t expect to receive a cult following and gain in popularity amongst the intellectuals and counterculture crowd. But then again, there was also the City College nearby and the events program you’d lined up each week drew them in. From comedy nights and disco fevers to site-specific and performance art, you knew what people liked and how they wanted to be entertained. A bit of kitsch, a sprinkle of avant-garde and a generous dose of unpretentious social drinking. It pulled him in too.

Him. You didn’t even know his name. The first thing you had noticed were his striking blue eyes that seemed to glow from the shadows of the dimly lit space, peering out at you. Always observing, always watching, never speaking. Sometimes he’d glance over across the opposite end of the room at another pair of companions — a rugged, broad-shouldered man with a dark crew cut bumping shoulders with a younger, spunky redhead in a matching biker jacket. They’d exchange subtle looks of recognition and mild suspicion before returning to whatever they were doing. Though they never uttered a single word to each other.

He came back week after week, ordering the same drink each time, but never touching it. One Manhattan, please. You obliged. A waitress you had sent over to pry on your behalf told you he enjoyed the cocktail, but couldn’t tolerate much alcohol. You saw him lift the drink to his nose, sniffing it as the corners of his mouth turned upwards, silently smiling to himself before he placed it back down on the table again. Strange. You shook your head and prepared a cup of black coffee, taking it over to him as his eyes lit up in surprise with your approach.

“On the house,” you explained, plonking it down on the table. He raised an eyebrow but remained tight-lipped.

Maybe he didn’t like coffee? Or how did he usually take it? “Uh—” you turned back towards the service area, as if to check that the condiments were still in place. “Would you like some creamer or sugar to go with it?”

He raised his hand to indicate it wasn’t necessary and his jaw clenched, before fixing it into an awkward smile. “Thank you.”

Those were the first words he had spoken to you. It rolled off his tongue like a swirl of mist, a sliver of a dream you couldn’t quite remember when waking up. You took another step forward to get a better look at him. He had a baby face, angelic almost, with that typical, boy next door charm your mom would have gushed at, and you imagined he couldn’t be older than his early twenties. Upon closer inspection, he seemed slightly pale, faint dark circles around his eyes that had seen more than his fair share for his age. There was a sense of weariness and jadedness behind them that made him appear older than he was.

Bringing the cup to his lips, he sipped a small mouthful, letting it sit for a moment, before swallowing it down languidly. You admired the curve of his Adam’s apple, bobbing as the liquid poured down his throat, littered with freckles and specks of moles. Something about his very presence mesmerized you, even more so than earlier. It was hard to place a finger on what it was exactly, and why this feeling seemed to grow with every second you were lingering near him.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapping it on the table before offering one to you. Why not? You were a social smoker and took it as a sign to join him. In fact, there was no other place you’d rather be at the moment. You were confused, but did not question it as you took a seat beside him, noticing that he flinched each time he flicked open his lighter to ignite a flame.

His fingertips brushed across your wrist as he lit your cigarette, causing you to shiver in response, while his jaw tensed again, as if trying to rein something in. Licking his lips, he took a puff from his own, exhaling the smoke as it billowed around him and for a second you thought you’d lost him to a wall of fog. Both of you continued smoking in silence, checking in with each other through furtive glances, even though there was nothing to be ashamed about.

At some point, you followed the direction of his gaze and saw that same pair of companions he often regarded from the corner of his eye. They were frowning, giving him dirty looks as he shrugged nonchalantly in return.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” you broke through the thick stillness of the air that surrounded the both of you like a bubble, separated from the rest of the evening revelers.

“You’re observant,” he teased, his eyes crinkling as he stubbed out the leftovers of his cigarette in the ashtray. You followed suit.

“So, what brings you here?” you asked, gesturing to the suit attire sans tie that he was wearing. “Don’t get me wrong, but this place doesn’t exactly seem like the kind you types hang out at.”

“Hm,” he huffed, though your question didn’t phase him. “And what exactly is my type?”

“I’d say you were a yuppie,” you blurted out, your mouth rarely had a filter on these days. “But I can’t be sure, something about you seems…”

“Off?” he offered, smirking, yet his expression carried a hint of somberness.

“Different,” you corrected, but mumbled out a quick apology nonetheless soon after.

“Don’t be,” he grazed your hand again as he adjusted himself in his chair, and you felt like he was doing this on purpose. “At least you’re honest. It’s a rare quality to find these days.” Though the way he said the last sentence sounded loaded with a double meaning.

“These days?” you guffawed. “You’re speaking like an old man.”

He joined in your laughter though that was the end of your conversation for that night. The rest of the evening went by in a blind haze, and you found yourself in a dazed state later on in the wee hours of the morning, still sitting at the same table, but your newfound friend gone without a trace. None of your colleagues had noticed a thing. You didn’t even get his name, but you shook yourself, commanding your limbs to get back to business and clean up after the customers that had left.

The next time you saw him was when you were hosting the karaoke night of the month. Decked out in a shimmery mermaid glitter jumpsuit, hair tied up in pigtails and face caked with extravagant make up, you hopped onto the stage, only to nearly stumble on your flimsy heels when those piercing blue eyes landed on you from the all the way back. Of all the nights he could have dropped in, he chose this one.

You suppressed your embarrassment and warmed up the audience with a couple of well-placed jokes before kicking the event off with those who had registered to participate. It appeared to be a tough crowd as you only had a handful of sign ups, and would need to potentially seek out volunteers when they were done. You hoped the rackety sound system would hold up till then too.

Fortunately, when it came to the crunch — which it did — you always had an ace up your sleeve. “You there,” you called out, pointing towards the back of the room. “Yeah, blue eyes, you.” Crooking your finger, you beckoned him over, waiting in anticipation to see what he would do.

To your surprise, he bowed his head, accepting the challenge, before slowly weaving his way through the crowd, who were cheering him on with your prompting, towards the stage. He flashed you his pearly whites as he climbed up the short stairs, his floppy bangs bouncing with each step. For a moment, you thought you caught something feral in his gaze, but it dissipated when he reached out for the mic from you, his hands sweeping over yours with an electric touch.

You were in awe of him, like almost everyone else in the cafe, when he broke out in a rich tenor voice, effortlessly floating through the notes of the gentle melody, that you felt as though you were being wrapped in a serene, velvet cocoon. Enthusiastic claps and hoots filled the space when he finished. The only two people in the room who were scowling were the same pair of companions he knew from before.

“Will you join me after the show?” he whispered in your ear as he handed you back the mic. Nodding was the only appropriate response.

You were rushed off your feet for the next couple of hours and it was late by the time you called the event to a close, but he was still there, by his usual table, waiting patiently for you.

“So you decided to push me into the spotlight,” he accused with a wry smile.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” you shot back. “Here.” You set a cup of black coffee down in front of him. “My treat.”

“You’re too kind.” It sounded flat, like a game that had become routine between the two of you. He took a sip from it, nothing more, nothing less.

That was all you could recall from your conversation. You didn’t get his name until a few nights after.

“Hey, blue eyes,” you acknowledged as he strolled in.

“Leon,” he disclosed sharply. “It’s Leon.”

That was the night of exchanging introductions. You named all the nights you’d spent with him under various labels, so you wouldn’t forget.

Another night, he had whipped out a flip phone and you nearly choked on your drink. “They still make those?” You stared in disbelief.

He turned to face you in amusement.

“Bet you don’t have a—”

You didn’t even need to finish your sentence for him to fish out his pager, dangling it in front of you like a toy.

“Fuck off,” you laughed. “No fucking way.”

He grinned at your outburst and it was one of those times, few and far between, where you experienced a glimpse of that youthful energy he often hid behind a calm, matured facade.

“You’re still living in the 90s dude?” you jested, grabbing the pager as you flipped it over, trying to determine if it was real. It was.

His lips curled up into a playful smirk. “Something like that.”

“Healthcare,” you guessed, squinting at him. “I heard people there still have them. You’re a doctor?”

“I wish.” He coughed out a self-deprecating laugh, before rummaging through his wallet for a sleek white card, sliding over to you. “PI, actually.”

“Private Investigator Leon S. Kennedy,” you read the title out loud, deliberately emphasizing each word.

“Go ahead, shout it from the rooftops,” he joked.

“Don’t tempt me.” You gave what you hoped was a cheeky wink, not flirty, definitely not flirty.

A lopsided smile spread across his face, and you wondered if you were finally beginning to unravel the mystery of this man, one that he seemed to carry around like a burden.

“Well, now you know where to find me.” He winked back, taking a tiny sip of his free coffee.

That was the night of P.I. Kennedy. Soon, these nights blurred into each other. You felt like you were getting a step closer, but yet you weren’t. He always had you at an arm’s length for some reason, even though he seemed to want more. Why did he keep coming back?

He also appeared to care about what you thought of him. At some point forth, he started dressing down, exchanging his usual formal attire for a shirt with no blazer, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A fine gold chain necklace peeked out from underneath his top collar, which was left unbuttoned. “Better like this?” he asked with no context. You had to pause and consider what he meant for a while before you understood.

“If you’d like to fit in.” You shrugged indifferently. “But I don’t think you want to.”

“You know me well,” he murmured fondly. The back of his fingers caressed the side of your neck, just under your jawline, along a pulse point. You closed your eyes and sighed. It felt sensitive and tender.

“And how well do you know me?” you asked.

There was no reply, but somehow you already knew the answer.

Another thing you were vaguely aware of was that you kept missing the tail end of your interactions with him. It was as though after a certain point in the night, you would come to, like waking up from a daydream, and he would have disappeared by then.

Your colleagues asked if you were seeing each other. Were you? You were only chatting, you surmised. Nothing had gone that far yet, at least from what you had gathered. But you liked him more than you would’ve liked to admit.

He walked you home one night, and when you reached your doorstep, you were about to invite him in, but he interrupted you. “There’s something I need to tell you…”

Guilt clouded his eyes, unmistakable and heavy. But as he was about to say more, he held back, as if pulled by an invisible thread. Then, you felt yourself overcome with tiredness, but it was pleasant and comforting. “Can you help me to bed?” Your voice sounded far away.

All at once, you felt yourself being propped up under his arm and your weight shifting under your feet, until your head touched a feather-soft pillow. He draped a blanket over your unmoving body. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never should have—” Even in your state, you could tell it pained him.

“I won’t do it again, unless you let me.”

That was the last you heard from him for a while.

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Leon couldn’t get enough of you. Believe him, he tried countless times, but it didn’t work. From the moment he had set foot into that establishment, he had damned himself. He knew it when he spotted you and smelled your sanguine resonance from afar. It was the humor of your blood, and it was stronger and more consistent than he was used to. You were just so full of life, and enjoying it to the point where he was envious. You signified all the hopes and dreams that had been dashed spectacularly to the ground, ever since becoming… what he was now.

He had to have a taste of you. A little drop wouldn’t hurt, would it? He’d been taught ages ago, by Ada, his sire, that he needed people like you to survive. If one ignored their hunger for too long, things would get worse, so much worse, and not just for himself, but for everyone else around him. It was simply the lesser of two evils to feed, and he’d never actually killed anyone by doing so. Then, why did it feel so wrong? He had gotten good at pushing down these thoughts, until they were reduced to an inaudible hum at the back of his mind. Just like many other things, he learnt to compromise. But compromising meant that sometimes, he’d lose a piece of himself. If there was an equivalent of a soul within the monster he had become, then it was fragmented, and he’d never get back the ones that had dissolved into the ether, due to the bad decisions he had made. Like the ones he would soon make with you.

Taste. Taste was something he had acquired since young. In his human life, he always had an eye for detail, an eye for what fit, what worked, and what didn’t. It certainly helped when he became a cold case detective with the police force, filled with unbridled potential, only to have that overturned, when he decided to chase after love instead of missing people and puzzle pieces. For years, he would’ve done anything for her, only for it to amount to wasted time and regret when the inevitable boredom that came with time struck, and he was tossed aside over something exciting and new. Still, he knew a delicious vessel when he saw one. You were just meant to be a special curiosity that he could pass on to the older vampire for a favor or two. At least, that was what he told himself, when you took the initial bait and he beckoned you to stay through unnatural means. That was the first lie.

When he bit into you, he was met with a burst of color, vibrant shades of all kinds of red. The flavor saturated his mouth: sweet roses, his favorite kind, their scent carried on a gentle zephyr; warm light that enveloped him but didn’t hurt; traces of nicotine coursing through your veins; and the familiar iron tang that gave it its kick. Your face, your voice, your very essence haunted him in that taste. He could see you like a will-o'-the-wisp performing on stage in one of your many plays across a lifetime, laughing with your friends in the back of a car speeding down the highway, crying into a pillow when you had your heart broken by your first love… How was this possible? Your memories came flooding through him and you were blissfully unaware of it all. He felt like a spy, listening in to all your secrets and desires, and his blatant invasion of your privacy disgusted him.

This was wrong. He shouldn’t have gotten so close. He should’ve heeded the warning glances the Redfield siblings were throwing his way. So, he tried his best to stay away, but like an addict, he kept crawling back, seeking you out like a dog with its tail between its legs. How could a mere mortal have such an effect on him? Did he taste this way to Ada when she turned him? He laughed sardonically. If only she could see him now, being so torn up over a woman he had just met.

He tried to erase you from his mind, but you were always meant to be something more. You reminded him of all the things he missed when he was living. You were the best he had ever tasted, but he didn’t want to turn you over to her, not yet. After all, he could afford to enjoy you for just one more time. The second lie had spun its thick, dark webs throughout his head. Truth be told, he would never share you with anyone else.

The third lie came when he resolved to tell you what he really was. He couldn’t keep going on like this and deceiving you, but his sire’s words bore down on him. “You don’t get attached to a vessel,” she scoffed. Wait, wasn’t he one too at some point? Her contradictory words replayed in his ears like a broken record. In any case, he wasn’t attached. He was being brave and honest, which was how he liked to think of himself. But when it came to the crunch outside your doorstep, he was a coward, finding himself unable to breach the rules of the Masquerade and gave in to his urges instead. It was then that he realized deep down, he was truly a despicable and hateful low-life.

Thump! He felt his body slam against a solid wall, as he entered a secluded alleyway round the corner from your apartment. A dull ache bloomed across his skin. After the events that had happened that night, he didn’t even bother putting up a fight. He slumped down until the brawny, older male sibling, Chris, lifted him by his collar and pinned him in place. At the same time, the slender redhead, Claire, Chris’ female counterpart, spoke, “Where the hell are you going with this, Leon?”

“Why do you care?” he spat, blood coating his teeth. “The cafe’s in neutral ground, no one’s claimed domain over it yet. I can feed on whoever I like.”

“Listen, you’re Cam scum, but you saved my brother back then, and you used to hang with us,” she hissed, jabbing her finger into his shoulder to emphasize each point. “So, I’m gonna give you a tip, but just this once.”

She brought her mouth to his ear. “There’s interest in the domain… and you’re not the only suitor vying for her attention.”

His eyes widened at the threat.

“Whatever you do, do it fast.”

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andysorbit · 9 months

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Home Part Two: Crazy for You (M)

non idol!Jaehyun x black fem!reader

genre: smut, light romance, angst

warnings: light violence, jealousy, racism, foul language, scrappy couple, arguing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, spitting, dirty talk, MC says the N word (the reader is black as stated above)

word count: 4k

part 1 can be found here

"Sir, can you tell the woman you came here with to leave my man alone?" You ask peevishly.

The music is a bit loud and you're definitely tipsy. Confronting this random man was not on your bingo card for the night but life happens.

"What?" he yells.

"Tell the bitch you came here with to leave my man alone!" You yell.

"She said she wanted him and I wasn't really paying either of you that much attention. I didn't know you were together," he replies casually over the music.

"What?" You yell back.

"Our marriage is fucked. I don't wanna lose her and this is what she wants. I told her to bring back whoever she wanted," he replies. He's obviously wasted.

"Well, I'm kinda getting the feeling your marriage fell apart because she was already trying to get dick from men that were spoken for so I don't think this swimgers shit is gonna work."

"You don't know shit about my wife."

"I know she can't take a fucking hint when a man who's clearly spoken for and is not interested keeps sending back the drinks she's trying to buy him.

Jaehyun comes up beside you, "What the fuck did I say, Y/n?" he yells as he takes you by the arm.

"You need to teach your girl some manners."

"I think you need to worry about the woman you came here with because she's definitely not into you and her manners aren't much better," Jaehyun shoots back. He's obviously trying to de-escalate the situation but even he has his limits.

You're not sober enough to care.

"You need to stop being a fucking cuck. Your wife is working harder to get dick from a stranger than she is to save your goddam marriage."

The man snaps, "I'll fuck you and your boyfriend up!"

"I'm not fighting you, dude. Y/n, we're leaving now," Jaehyun bellows over the music as he drags you towards the exit.

"He could fold your shit easy! He knows martial arts!"

"I swear to God, Y/n, if you don't stop talking."

Once outside, he continues to pull you along, "What the fuck, Y/n?"

"Don't yell at me! I didn't do anything!" You yell back.

You're almost to the car before the guy comes out, "Come back here and fucking fight me, Bruce Lee!"

"You see why I don't fucking like taking you clubbing? This shit happens every goddam time. Go wait in the car," he sighs as he pushes the car key into your hand.

"But I wanna watch you beat his ass."

"If I'm lucky, I won't have to."

"But that's not realistic. He's raging and-"

"I SAID GO GET YOUR ASS IN THAT FUCKING CAR AND WAIT FOR ME, Y/N, AND IF YOU DON'T HOP TO IT, I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS TOO!"

"Okay, damn. Fine."

You scurry over to the car and get in. You watch Jaehyun try to talk the guy down and you start the car and roll the windows down so you can hear better.

"Listen, I really feel like you need to calm down. I'm not interested in fighting you. Just get your girl and go home or go back inside or whatever. I'm keeping the peace so just let it go and try to enjoy the rest of your night," Jaehyun's tones is calm and damn he looks good.

The guy attempts to shove Jaehyun but he doesn't budge.

He gives the man a sympathetic smile, "I'm telling you, man, this is not gonna go down the way you're hoping it will."

"Come on, Bruce Lee. Show me some of your fancy moves!"

"Dude, I'm literally Korean. I get that you're pissed but you don't have to be racist."

The man throws a punch and Jaehyun catches his fist, "This is really no way to treat the man that you were gonna let fuck your wife."

"Fight me you fucking bitch!" the man is raging. He swings at Jaehyun and just like before, Jaehyun catches his fist. He turns to give you a very bitter glare and you shrink back. Jaehyun turns his attention back to the guy and shoves him.

"This is my final warning because if you try to hit me again, I'm gonna have fuck you up and I just got my hands all healed up from the last time my lady did some shit like this so I really don't wanna start that healing process back at the beginning. Come on, man."

"If she's that much trouble, dump her crazy ass."

"Says you. She's trouble but I don't have to let her fuck other men to keep her happy."

That's the final straw and the man charges at Jaehyun. He swings clumsily and Jaehyun lands a blow to his chest, "That's just a taste of how bad this can be. I'm going to turn around and walk to my car because I'm trusting that you're smart enough to walk away right now."

Jaehyun turns to leave and of course, the man charges at him. Jaehyun turns back in time to shove him and lands two punches to his ribs.

The guy tries to scuffle with him but Jaehyun overpowers him so effortlessly that's a bit scary and you lean out the window, "Fuck him up, Jae!" You scream.

Jaehyun stops swinging and restrains the man long enough to glare at you, "Shut the fuck up, Y/n!"

You purse your lips and look on as Jaeyhun hits the guy one last time. He crumbles to the ground in defeat and spits out blood.

"I'm not apologizing because I literally told you how this was gonna end so get some ice on that and uh… yeah. Good luck with your marriage."

Jaehyun comes over to the car and gets in. You stay quiet and he pulls off. As he drives out of the lot, you see the woman from earlier come up to to guy to help him up and he shoves her away.

The streets are fairly empty as you start your journey home and the air in the car is thick with tension.

The blinker ticking cuts the silence and you ignore Jaehyun. You turn on the radio and Rock with You pours out of the speakers.

Jaehyun turns it off.

"That was Michael Jackson, asshole," You grumble and turn it back on.

Jaehyun turns it back off and when you reach over to turn it back on, he swats at your hand.

"I'll pull the fucking steering wheel," You threaten him.

"Do it! Fucking do it!" he explodes, "Maybe if we're lucky, we'll crash into a fucking eighteen wheeler and I can die and get the fuck away from you!"

"You can't die. God don't want your ass and neither does Satan."

"Yeah, I'm a fucking torture project that's forced to spend forever arguing with your crazy ass!"

"God, you're so dramatic!"

Jaehyun nods with a peevish frown, "I think your flair for the dramatics is why I need to go home and ice my fucking knuckles... again

"I didn't do anything," You sigh.

Jaehyun clenches his jaw, "I'm trying to be the bigger person so shut up," he tells you flatly.

You scoff, "With that big ass head? It's not something you really need to try to do."

He doesn't respond. He just focuses on the road ahead with his hands gripping the wheel so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. The bruises are beginning to show and you frown.

"What the fuck are you gripping the steering wheel like that for?" You ask peevishly.

"I'm pretending it's your fucking neck."

You snort, "Bigger person my ass."

When you get home, before Jaehyun can even put the car in park, you click off your seat belt and get out.

You don't wait for him. You ride the elevator up, past the third floor that held so much history and up to the modest penthouse that you now call home.

You press the code to let yourself in and kick off your shoes by the door. After washing the germs from the outdoors off of your hands, you stomp to your shared bedroom and grab an oversized shirt from your drawer before marching into the guest room.

That's one thing you're already liking about having all of this extra space:

Now you have a new place to seek refuge when you and Jaehyun are at each other's throats. You don't have to share the bed with him. You slip your dress off and toss it onto the lounge chair in the corner.

The door eases open, "Why are you in here?" Jaehyun asks as he peers inside to eye you suspiciously.

"I'm sleeping in here," You reply flatly. You pull off your stockings then you turn to shoo Jaehyun away, "I'm gonna take my bra off, can you give me some privacy?"

"Privacy? Y/n, I was literally sucking on your tits this morning and now you can't get changed in front of me? Be fucking serious," he yells incredulously, "This is stupid!"

"So how's that being the bigger person thing working for you?" You ask sarcastically.

Jaehyun huff, "Fine. Whatever. Fuckin' dweeb," he says and shuts the door.

"Yeah, whatever- bye!" You yell.

You finish getting dressed and go out to the kitchen to have a glass of water. You feel the buzz of the evening drinks wearing off.

Jaehyun comes up beside you in blue pajama bottoms and a bare torso. He takes a pack of peas out of the freezer and presses it to his knuckles.

His knuckles took a little bit of a beating but his face is untouched. The Tae Kwon Do he learned in high school is to thank for that.

You finish off your water and glance over at him as you refill your glass. He's icing his knuckles while staring you down so you pretend not to notice.

After a few more tense minutes of Jaehyun icing his hand and you trying to rehydrate to stave off the inevitable hangover you're going to have, Jaehyun tosses the peas back in the freezer and takes out a pint of ice cream, "Don't be a fucking smart ass. Just answer the question. Do you want some of my ice cream, yes or no?"

"No," You say as you watch him take the lid off.

He takes a spoon out of the silverware drawer and spoons some into his mouth.

"Too cute for a bowl?" You ask snarkily.

"It's mine so I don't have to use a bowl if I don't want to," he sighs as he pads out of the kitchen. You watch him through the cutaway counter as he sits on the living room sofa. He turns on the television and opens the YouTube app.

As he scrolls, you get a spoon and your own pint of ice cream. It's the same flavor as his but he can choke. You take the lid off and sit it beside his on the counter.

"So you were just gonna watch this without me?" You ask peevishly when you come out of the kitchen and see him starting a newly uploaded horror game play through from DashieGames.

"I figured you'd wanna go watch it in the guest room," he replies sarcastically.

He doesn't look away from the television and he blinks lazily. He definitely smoked something while you were in the guest room.

You sit on the opposite end of the sofa and take a spoon of your ice cream.

"Why'd you open another one? You said you didn't want any," he asks with a frustrated sigh.

"I never said I didn't want any ice cream. You asked me if I wanted some of your ice cream but you asked it as a stupid closed-ended question," You say and roll your eyes.

"'Closed-ended question' Oh shut up! You know what I meant!"

"Then next time, say that!" You yell.

"Words clearly don't mean shit since you love running your goddam mouth so much! Why do I have to be so fucking particular with how I say things when you're not particular about who you shoot you fucking mouth off to?"

You glare at him, "How was I supposed to know he had a complex?"

"Y/n, you called the man a cuck. Like… come on!" Jaehyun yells, "I told you to leave it alone! I wasn't even remotely interested in her and I asked you to just ignore her! For once it'd be nice if you could just fucking listen to me!"

"If you wanted someone to just follow your orders and be happy about it then you should've gotten a goddamn dog," You say and roll you eyes.

"I totally agree," Jaehyun shoots back.

"Yeah, well… she wasn't getting the obvious message."

"And neither are you."

You stand up and bring your ice cream back to the kitchen before closing it up and shoving it back into the freezer then drop your spoon into the sink. You march into the bathroom to wash the makeup off of your face. You look at your reflection as you do and replay the night over in your head. The drinks, the way Jaehyun held you close when you danced, the way he treated you like you were the only person in the world worth loving.

You smile and remember the look in his eyes before everything went south. Before that woman sent the first drink, you were both in your own little bubble of cocktail flavored adoration.

When you're finished, you brush your teeth. Jaehyun comes in to brush his teeth as you're on your way out and you ignore him as you go back to the guest room.

You crawl into the bed and shimmy under the duvet with a content sigh. Jaehyun peers inside, "You're really sleeping in here?" he asks in a mumble.

"Yeah. I am," You reply.

"Okay. Good night."

"Fuck off."

"Say 'goodnight' to me."

"Fuck. Off."

You roll over to give Jaehyun your back.

"I hope you don't make it to the bathroom and you piss yourself."

"And I hope you get sleep paralysis." You shoot back.

"Fuck you," he mutters barges out. The door slams and you shrug then turn the light off.

You lay in the dark and scroll your phone for a little while then turn off the light and shut your eyes.

Light from the hallway pools in as the door opens slowly.

"Oh hello, Jeffrey. I thought you were going to bed," You say smugly.

"You're really seriously gonna sleep in here?" he asks. His tone is very much disappointed but he does his best to mask it.

"Yes. I'm really seriously gonna sleep in here," You sigh.

Jaehyun comes in and climbs into the bed, "If you think I'm sleeping alone, you got me fucked up. Move your ass over."

He pushes you over a bit and gets under the duvet before turning to face you.

"Nigga, if you don't get out!" You yell.

Jaehyun gives you a bored look and bunkers down under the blanket a little more, "You get out."

"I wish I had to fart right now. You make me sick!" You yell as you roll over.

"I can't believe you're gonna go to bed mad at me. What if I die in my sleep?" he says and reaches out to pull you into his arms.

"God would most definitely send you back," You grumble as you turn back over to give Jaehyun your back, "Get off of me."

He squeezes you close to him, "Shut up. I just wanna hold you. I don't wanna talk to your ass either."

You ignore him and resist the feeling of your body meshing with his.

His hand rests on your hip and he draws you in closer, "I'm still waiting for you to apologize to me."

"Keep waiting," You mutter. If he thinks he's gonna get an apology from you, he's crazy.

"I’ll also wait for you to get off of my dick so I can sleep. Stop moving so much,” he chuckles softly.

There goes that tingle in the pit of your stomach. You resist it, “Fine. You sleep. I’m gonna go smoke,” You sigh as you drag yourself out of his arms and get out of the bed. You wander into your bedroom and fish his weed vape out of his jacket pocket.

After letting yourself out onto the balcony, the cool night air wakes you up. You take a hit then blow the smoke into the gentle breeze and watch it billow away lazily.

Jaehyun comes up beside you with your robe, “It’s cold out here. Put this on, stupid,” he says and helps you into your robe.

“I’m not saying ‘thank you’, jerk,” You say as you feel your body loosen up.

“I wasn’t expecting you to,” he hums as he circles his arms around your waist and pulls the vape from your hand. He takes a hit and blows the smoke away from you. You both stand in silence and take in the view of the ocean off in the distance.

“Are we ever gonna stop fighting all the time?” he asks.

“I hope not. The sex is lit,” You chuckle.

Jaehyun laughs and presses a kiss to your neck, “You're not pushing me away anymore… does that mean you're ready to make up?"

"And if I am?" You ask shakily as his hands come up to cup your breasts. His thumbs stroke your perked nipples as he places open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

"If you are, I'm definitely willing to fuck the rest of that attitude out of you," he hums and dips a hand down into your panties, "Fuck… you're soaked. All this fighting got your pussy wet? Huh, baby? Feels like you've just been waiting to get fucked."

You whine and nod, "Daddy… please," You choke out.

"Oh… so you're just gonna make this easy for me, huh?" he chuckles against your ear as he slows his pace against, "No scratching and biting? You're not gonna try to fight me? I don't have to manhandle you?"

You let him drag you away from the balcony railing and he retracts his hand only long enough to spin you around and press your back to the wall.

"You sound a little disappointed," You whisper.

"And if I am?" he muses as he resumes his slow circles against your clit.

"If you are… I'm definitely willing to give you exactly what you want," you hiss as he sucks on your neck a little too harshly.

He uses his free hand to grab both of your wrists and holds them over you head. He peppers your face with kisses. You wait for him to hungrily press his mouth to yours before you nip at his bottom lip between your teeth. He moans softly, "That's my good little slut."

You writhe against him as his fingers circle your clit faster, "How many times do you think you're gonna cum before I decide to forgive you? Huh?"

"I dunno… fuck, daddy… please," You gasp.

He laughs and you know he's going to leave you a trembling mess.

"Cum… right now, baby… let go," he hums and you come undone with a whine. He covers your mouth with his and swallows each strangled cry you let out.

His fingers speed up as he kisses you quiet and you wriggle and try to squeeze your thighs shut.

"That's not gonna stop me, baby… that's nothing but motivation," he laughs softly before lewdly dragging his tongue over your mouth.

The depth of his velvety voice helps guide you over the edge and your body convulses as you cum once more. Your knees threaten to buckle as he talks you up to yet another orgasm. Soft, deep sighs mingle between the gentle praises he gives you.

"That's daddy's good little girl… cum for me. Yeah, baby. That's it… that's it, pretty girl… that's my girl. Cum one more time, baby. Be a good little slut and take one more for me… just one more, babygirl."

You writhe and try in vain to free yourself from his grasp on your wrists, "Daddy… please," You heave.

Never really having even partially recovered from the last release, you shriek and your knees buckle as you release again. Jaehyun pulls his hand from your panties and wraps his arm around your waist to hold you steady.

"We're going to our bedroom, okay?" Jaehyun says as he practically drags you back into the bedroom. He pushes you forward and you crawl up to the head of the bed. Jaehyun gets onto the bed and grabs your ankle, "You know how this is going," he says and pulls down to the center of the bed.

He hooks his fingers around the band of your panties and drags them down your legs, "Say 'ah', baby," he hums and he gathers spit at the front of his mouth. You open your mouth with a soft and needy "ah".

He passes a fat drop of spit onto your tongue and immediately shoves your panties into your mouth. He raises your shirt up to your chin and pushes his pants down to free his cock, "Come take this dick," he rumbles deeply as he pulls you down even closer.

He lines himself up at your soaked entrance and gives a few shallow thrusts that only excite you as his leaking tip dips into you teasingly. You whine and try to clench around him. "Such a nasty girl," he chuckles as his hands find yours and he pins them above your head.

You muffle against your panties and he slowly fills you up to the brim before pulling out almost completely and slamming back into you.

Once.

Twice.

His hips meet yours with a sharp smack and he finds his pace immediately. Each thrust is a long and punctuated snap of his hips and you cry out weakly.

"You feel daddy's cock pounding that creamy little pussy? You feel that, babygirl?" he says and a gentle break in his voice goes straight to the pit of your stomach, "Look at me… eyes on me just like that. That's my nasty little girl."

Your eyes stay on his as he fucks into you. The intensity prickles up over your skin and you buck against him.

"Mm- mmm!" You pant as you take each thrust and he leans down to suck marks into your heated skin. Your body is ablaze with the need to take everything he gives you.

"Take it like a good girl," he moans, "Take all of it." His hips stutter and he squeezes your wrists as he slowly rocks his hips.

"I'm so fucking close… daddy's gonna breed that slutty little cunt. You want that? Huh, baby? Gonna put a baby in you. You want that?"

His words tumble past his lips with a lazy ease and you almost feel them cling to your skin.

You nod desperately and his hold on your wrists tightens into a deliciously painful vice grip. He gyrates into you and cums with a deep exhale.

"That's such a good little hole. This is daddy's little fuck hole."

You spread your legs even wider and he pulls out. He lets you go and sits back to lean on his haunches. He watches his cum leak out of you before catching it with his fingers and pushing it back into your pulsing hole.

"Good girl, beautiful… you like it when I breed that little pussy? Love it when I'm filling that cunt to the brim?" he pants as he fucks his fingers into you. Your thighs squeeze around his hand as his fingers press into that sweet place deep inside you.

"Yeah… take my fingers in that pretty little hole, baby… you hear my fingers slipping in and out of that wet pussy, don't you?" he groans as he continues his attack on your sanity.

You shake and tremble as he presses his thumb against your clit and somehow you cum once more.

"It's okay… we're done now," he hums as he reaches down to pull your panties out of your mouth. You hum shakily as a soft sigh falls from his mouth and you breathe him in.

"I love you, daddy," is all you're able to whisper as you slowly come down from your high.

"I love you too," he whispers back. He slides back into you and covers his body with yours, "But I'm never taking you to a club again."

You both laugh and Jaehyun rolls you both onto your sides. You drape your leg over his waist and he gives a slow and lazy roll of his hips before stilling himself and kissing your forehead.

"So... never again?" You ask with a weak giggle.

"Girl, it'll snow in hell before I take you clubbing again."

"Well it was worth it. That shit was hot."

#neoculturecollectives #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #kpop fic #ambw kpop #ambw fanfic #kpop ambw #ambw smut #nct x black!reader #nct x plus sized reader #kpop smut for black girls

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keeperesque · 9 months

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hello rise community, how do we feel about those lost turtle sisters, huh?

me and my friend @nokmietarchive may have spent like every other moment since the twitter q&a thinking about these two so i have decided to post some art for once, please enjoy :)!

Frida

Frida is of course Big Mama's assistant, an overly serious girl and the oldest turtle (though Raph is still the biggest lol). Hyper-competent with a lot of unresolved trauma regarding her relationship with her mother, she struggles to express her emotions in a healthy way well after leaving behind her white mask and black cloak. She was extremely reluctant to join the Mad Dogs after witnessing Leo's unserious behaviour, and struggles to connect with the boys.

Frida is skilled in many forms of armed and unarmed combat, and wields a Naginata. She's a sea turtle, her colour is ooze green, and her shape is diamonds! She has little diamond-shaped orangey scales beneath her mask.

Misc fun facts!:

We purposefully made Frida's face shape similar to that of BMA's mask, and her mask tails are similar to the shape of BMA's hood

She does not immediately move in with the Mad Dogs, who are all too loud and rowdy for her only-child-until-recently self

She and Georgia share a special, "messed up childhood" sort of bond that only two screwed up sisters can understand

She does still wear the pauldron from her BMA days, but I didn't want to draw them, lol, sorry...

Raph respects her, and is also a little scared of her

Leo is her least favourite brother

Georgia

Georgia, affectionately nicknamed Georgie by her brothers, is the littlest of the turtle siblings (though no one knows if she's any younger than Mikey). She spent her formative years trapped in an alternate dimension, surviving alone on a Kraang planet. Thankfully, her infancy with Baron Draxum prepared her to survive even the harshest environments! Unfortunately, her survival didn't come without some small sacrifices...

Georgie is a scrappy survivalist - wielding twin Kama, she's opportunistic and unpredictable in a fight, and has perfected the ninja art of disappearing. She's a diamondback terrapin, her colour is Kraang-blood magenta, and her shape is droplets! She has three white spots on either side of her eyes, and swirl patterns on her carapace.

Misc fun facts!:

She will chew on anything if given the opportunity, including her own hands and plastron.

She has a Donnietech Hypoallergenic Antibacterial Complex Polymer G-Grade Plastrochew Plate (Silentchew™ edition) that was developed specially for her.

Her favourite food of all time is anything leafy and/or green - cabbage, lettuce, whatever. Just whole heads of the stuff.

Having her and Draxum in the same room is detrimental to his health. She's fine though.

She is very easily overstimulated and overwhelmed by large crowds and the bustle of the city.

Kraang arm

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #frida rottmnt #georgia rottmnt #big mama's assistant #tmnt #rottmnt sisters au #they're canon to meeeeee #we took what little came up in that q&a and went wilddd #frida and georgie share a special bond that makes me cry #i kind of want georgie to have been lost in dimension x #which didn't appear in rise at all #i kind of don't like posting my art places as much anymore #but i watned to share the girls #i will post more doodles and such later #anyway don't expect me to draw in The Style again this was hard and i am soooo tiredddd <3 #doodlesque

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crossroadart-seabear · 1 year

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Wanna hear about my forest unicorns?

Oh good. Because this little shit got out of control thanks to my patrons in a matter of a month.

They’re small, potbellied, scruffy, foragers that use their horns to knock fruit out of tree.

Actually not just fruit. I decided they like to scrape mushrooms off bark, fuck around with squirrel stores, break up berry bushes and generally snuffle out whatever food they can find before winter comes. At which point their horn drops off, they squeeze their round bodies into a tree hollow, or a cave, or a very irritated badgers den and hibernate till the new season when their horn grows back and they return to their oblivious bliss of foraging, eating, sleeping and laying fruit induced chocolate truffles. I enjoy creature design just for the sport of creature design.

So, as u can see, just a scrappy little character as a scrappy little sketch for my patron. This of course came with a rabbit hole of research and a MASSIVE hyper-fixation post about my journey in designing said unicorn (and another kind of unicorn that I like to call the stabby fuck). It’s not unusual for my patreons to get a massive text dump of my thoughts but even by my standards that one was bat shit.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-unicorns-are-70756938?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator

Did I expect my patrons to come back for more of this energy?

No. No, I didn’t. But then again my finger is so rarely on the pulse.

Because 4 days after ONE unicorn post this poll was offered to them.

How very predictable ….. in hindsight.

More design were done, of both the stabby fucks and forest foragers and they were put to a poll.

By the time the end of September rolled by I had both designed, ordered and received the bags but couldn’t share them with anyone because of fuckery surrounding the rest of my stock. I finally have that stock now, hence why you’re only now hearing about how my one of unicorn exploration turned into this frankly glorious bag.

Yes. It has gold ink. It’s a unicorn. It might be a muddy, munching, oblivious unicorn, but it’s still a unicorn so…. gold.

Thank my patrons.

Anyway, it you have an interest in this totes, here it is.

And if you are interested in enabling more art like this then here is my patreon, which is $7 away from hitting $300. So like, you’ll make my whole week…

I’m going to go pack orders now because I told my patreon these arrived 3 days ago and they’re having their fun with the products they voted on. (I love them, don’t tell them though.)

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animereaderinsertwriter · 2 years

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Series Masterlist

playlist - art - collab - ao3

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku - Warnings may change chapter-to-chapter, so please beware!

Word Count: unfinished as of yet

Plot summary:

Have you ever wondered what The Princess Bride would have been like if Westley had stayed a pirate? Well, now there's a way to find out! Starring in this tale of gold, glory, and getting the girl, Izuku Midoriya embodies the scrappy, picaresque hero, making his way from rags to riches in a blaze of love and vengeance. Featuring art by @bluebellhairpin, this is my piece for @thegetoufather's into the movieverse! collab - so sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

Excerpt:

"Must you go?"

Beside her, Izuku Midoriya was crying. Together, they stood alone on the outskirts of the farm, watching as the sun made its slow, insidious journey from east to west, her soft hands gripping both of his large, calloused ones. Her eyes mapped his face again and again and again, tracing every freckle, every line of his frown, knowing today would be the last time she saw them for a very long time.

Maybe ever.

"I must," Izuku told her, his voice cracking. "I want to make you happy."

You already have, (Y/N) wanted to say, but they'd had that argument countless times already. Starting a fight on this day of all days was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Can I not persuade you to stay a bit longer? To put it off for another year or so, until… until I feel more ready?"

In response, Izuku took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles sweetly, slowly, reverently. His skin glowed a lovely golden color in the early morning light, and although (Y/N) had never seen an emerald, she decided then and there that no measly rock could ever compare to golden sunlight in the green eyes of her lover.

"I will come back," he told her, strong and sure despite his tears. "I swear I will come back to you, darling— but this is something I have to do."

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (coming soon)

Chapter 5 (coming soon)

Chapter 6 (coming soon)

Chapter 7 (coming soon)

Chapter 8 (coming soon)

Chapter 9 (coming soon)

Chapter 10 (coming soon)

#intothemovieverse #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #mha x reader #pirate!izuku #izuku midoriya x yn #mha x yn #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #smut #angst #the dread pirate deku #deku #deku x reader

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medics-secret-shipfic-folder · 1 year

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Concept Art for Vivette, Sanguiner of the Sisterhood of Blood

Vivette, Sanguiner of the Sisterhood of Blood - Vivette is the wife and second-in-command to Bloodmaw, making her the Sanguiner of the Sisterhood. Vivette handles the financial side of the Sisterhood, often conducting under-the-table transactions on the black market to secure resources for the Sisterhood. Because of her skills, she has managed to keep the Sisterhood's illegal business hidden from most of the world.

Vivette possesses a lighthearted and playful personality, perfectly complimenting the wisdom and ruthlessness of Bloodmaw. However, it is unwise to underestimate her in any situation. She stands at an impressive eight feet tall and although she has a daintier frame than her wife, she can still deliver devastating kicks that can easily crack bone. Though she spends most of her time crunching numbers for the Sisterhood, she never passes up the opportunity to participate in Derby Brawls. She is extremely skilled in these brawls, being both scrappy and elegant. She is typically only seen during later waves of Derby Brawls, where she will usually descend on the battlefield on her trusty motorcycle to charge down her enemies.

When not on the clock, Vivette can either be seen with her wife or wandering the subterranean streets of the underground Sisterhood. Vivette enjoys the fine dining and luxurious fashion of the Sisterhood during these escapades, but her main goal is to gain a personal understanding of the Sisterhood's needs and desires to relay them to Bloodmaw to ensure the populace remains happy.

Although Vivette loves fine clothing, she is almost never seen without the bear skin cloak Bloodmaw made for her.

My Deviantart!

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #take back the fortress #vivette #my art

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demonzoro · 5 months

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For the character asks, 25 + each of the supernovas? I don't remember if I've ever seen you talk abt them and I'm curious. Feel free to skip any you want/don't have much to say about!

OOOOOH how fun !! please keep in mind that my first impressions are me at eleven so there might be a bit of a jump LOL

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

LUFFY – (first impression) funny monkey guy who RULES!! my #1. i loved his conviction and sense of "right" being people should be free to do what they want. (now) FUNNY MONKEY GUY WHO RULES. idk what else to add his portrayal has been so consistent even over the years, and so has my delight in him :]

ZORO – (first impression) fun but not as cool as luffy. kind of faded into the background for me with luffy commanding most of my attention. don't really get his deal lol. (now) brain chemistry has been altered forever. somehow overtook luffy as my fave?? i don't even know how that happened. i want to be him, i want to be with him, i need to study him, i need to rotate him in my brain forever

BLACKBEARD – (first impression) surprisingly profound tenets about the age of dreams still being alive. still kind of a weird guy. i enjoyed that he and luffy were complete opposites in stupid ways but shared a core belief. (now) i need him dead. why are you as a man with a RAFT for a ship messing up everyone's business like that.

BEGE – (first impression) i genuinely thought the little guys he kept on him were just that size (like gulliver's travels-esque). yes i'm stupid but also i was eleven. (now) FAMILY MAN... i really love his godfather vibe and his role in whole cake. can't say no to a wife guy who is ruthless at his day job <3

BONNEY – (first impression) LOVE how loud and unapologetic she was. saluting her common sense rip zoro you could never be her. (now) intrigued w her backstory ... i've only gotten up to the part where she's seen what they've done to kuma... really excited to learn more abt what's up w that

HAWKINS – (first impression) cool asf powers.... is he just as cool... i will stay tuned to find out. (now) ngl he's a bit of a pathetic wet blanket to me but his whole vibe still goes hard.

APOO – (first impression) this guy is really annoying i need him outta here. (now) this guy is really annoying in the funniest possible ways. blow their ass up with piano!! tumpet!! BWAAA

KID – (first impression) LOOKS SCARY... really cool powers but kind of annoying :/ luffy is literally cooler than you. (now) i truly don't know his deal but i like his scrappiness and loyalty to his crew. his powers are REALLY cool.

KILLER – (first impression) masked character with curved blades on his arms. instantly fell in love. cooler than his captain, get him more panels please. (now) sorry for pitting you against kid like dat... do not separate these two... i was so sad to see him w his mask off :( like an angel w/o wings.... to me....

OROUGE – (first impression) you. are weird. (now) IS HE RELEVANT ANYWHERE? I DON'T REMEMBER WHERE HE'S AT.

X DRAKE – (first impression) COOL DESIGN... an ex-navy pirate was such an intriguing concept to me. i wonder if no-one can trust him because he turncoated the navy... (now) TRUST NO-ONE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR AGENDAS ARE. very intrigued to how his undercover thing with koby pans out ..... i think i'm two character revelations away from being obsessed w him

LAW – (first impression) genuinely unsettling but he looks like he fumbled his wardrobe so bad. already could feel like sliding off my psyche luffy is literally right there. (now) unfortunately obsessed w him. i want to make more art/fic for him bc i have very specific thoughts about what he did in the timeskip. he's also the right level of goofy balanced w edgy that makes him very endearing to me....

send me a character + a number from 1-26!

#SORRY IF I HATED ON A CHARA ANYONE LIKES...#im of the opinion that one piece can make me love any chara #gawd it's been awhile since i read sabaody #im sorry i don't have anything deep to say #also saint lore where i didn't think much of zoro at first #bhbhebfhebhbfhe <- guy who has no idea what's coming #umbrace-ramble #answered

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laughdamnyou · 1 year

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I understand not liking something or that it is not to your taste. But I am tired of things that I like being shit on constantly. If you don't like it or prefer something else, don't keep bringing it up or getting rude at someone else for liking it. Of course, this post is about the whole IDW vs Archie, but I believe it can be applied to many things.

I grew up with Archie somewhat, but only a Readers Digest every 4-6 months because we rarely went out. I grew up with disjointed comics and honestly? bad art. I have some of Tracy Yardley's back before he really got into a groove and colourers didn't really seem to care so there were lots of off-model colouring. When we finally got internet at my age of 14/15, I was immediately drawn in by the UK's Sonic the Comic. It was odd, it was trippy, and overall very memorable and fun for me (even if unintentionally). Amy was my favorite character and I would draw and write her like STC's scrappy tomboy Amy (doesn't help that I was doing archery at the time so I latched onto a cool female archer character). However, there wasn't very much recognition for my favorite comic, so I made do with Archie.

When Archie Sonic was canceled, I was upset a bit, but I saw it coming (fuck Ken Penders). When IDW picked it up, the consistent art and bright colours lured me in as well as building off of what Forces should've been (which is to say "good"). I loved Tangle and Whisper and for a bit Whisper was my new fixation (Rouge will forever be my absolute favorite Sonic female). But I noticed a massive amount of hate. I knew this would happen because fandoms rarely let a cancellation slide, let alone a fandom like Sonic. Especially to be replaced by another series with no returning original cast.

However, I was hoping it would disappear over time and Archie Sonic is remembered as "fun, dramatic, and mostly well written." especially as it was the longest running video game based comic ever (that I know of). But it hasn't. IDW isn't perfect, Ian Flynn isn't perfect, Sega isn't perfect, nor is Sonic Team. The writing can be off, Flynn does have the odd urge to put random music lyrics into dialogue awkwardly, Shadow is...off putting for any fan to say the least, the pacing could be better, and the constant delays are incredibly annoying.

Criticism is one thing, but constant hate and shit stirring is another. Please stop and be kind to your fellow fans. There are plenty of Sonic media for anyone. Whether it be games; Classic era, Adventure era, "modern" era, etc. Shows; SATAM, AOSTH, Prime, Boom, Underground. Movies; Sonic Cinematic Universe, OVA. Or Comics; Archie, IDW, STC, manga, etc.

So please calm down and either enjoy or at least appreciate what we have or go back and reread what you already love. Or make your own. That is always an option. I do sometimes, I even created a "Reboot" universe of sorts with my sister (though i am too scared to share it)

#Sonic the hedgehog #IDW Sonic #Sonic IDW #Archie Sonic #Sonic the Comic #STC

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afarcryfrommymain · 9 months

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Far Cry OC Tournament Round 1A: Diana Baker v Dean Sinclaire

About and voting undercut!

Diana Baker (@shallow-gravy)

About: Emotionally stunted, nihilistic 30-year-old bisexual with a guilt complex. Can’t be trusted to make good decisions. Shouldn’t have ever been allowed to be a cop. Sarcastic, impulsive and aloof, does not like it when people Know Her. Steals drugs from evidence lock-up and deep down feels the only thing she deserves is punishment but doesn’t know how to lay down and die quietly; hence her attraction to John Seed. She’s damn good with a gun though.

Does your OC have anything to share?: “Nobody backs me into a corner. I will fight and I’ll fight fucking dirty.”

Anything else we should know?: Pros: impulsivity means anything can be used as a weapon, but feels most comfortable with a firearm. Scrappy in a fight since she spent part of her youth on the streets / in a juvenile detention center. Comes across as “funny” and “cool” on a superficial level. Cons: not to be trusted as a friend or confidante because of poor decision-making skills; has a difficult time establishing close bonds, is just as likely to sleep with your boyfriend/girlfriend if the opportunity arises as she is to beat the shit out of them for cheating on you. Scrawny frame means people often underestimate her but watch out.

Dean Sinclaire (@derelictheretic)

About: Dean Sinclaire is a Junior Deputy and he's a himbo adjacent golden retriever boy, he just wants to help people and maybe convince himself all hope isn't lost for the world. He never liked cop's and wouldn't go flaunting his occupation but he likes to think he's making a difference and keeping his department in line, especially when he arrests Joseph Seed despite Sheriff Whitehorses discouragement. Yeah maybe he brought on the apocalypse but at least he wasn't being negligent! Outside of work he likes creative arts and doing things with his hands, he picks up new hobbies every other month but consistently enjoys drawing, hiking and being bad at journaling. He's besties with Sharky, Hurk and the Ryes and is constantly partaking in shenanigans with his boys. Dean also used to cage fight so he's no stranger to a showdown with all types of opponents, once he steps into the pit it's game on and he won't stop until he or his opponent goes down! He can take a lot of hits and is good at making his opponent exert themself so he can go full in at the halfway mark and take em down.

Does your OC have anything to share?: "I'm honestly just hoping no one breaks my nose, I'd hate to look like my old man at the end of this. It's been a while since i've done a proper fight so here's hoping all that muscles memory kicks in, if anything i'll tire 'em out for sure."

Anything else we should know?: The boy is very hesitant to even playfight with friends or family so if he goes up against another deputy he might be screwed because he won't wanna hurt them even in a low stakes setting!

#far cry oc tournament #polls #far cry 5 #diana baker #dean sinclaire #oooffff tough one

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Okay kids, since some of us are going through this Miles Teller phase for the first time I have compiled a list of things I’ve watched him in recently and rant and rave about each one. I spent some $$$ on these bad boys so let me help out my fellow stannie by giving you a rundown. Going from favorite to least favorite (based on MY taste).

(Ratings are based on how much I enjoyed it.)

1. The Offer - Paramount+ 10/10

I don’t care what anyone says, I’m obsessed with this show. I LOVE their relationship and I will die on that hill. Miles plays the MOST exasperated character I’ve ever seen and I’m here for it. I love them all and it’s 100% better if you pretend it’s completely fictional. It’s very 70s which is awesome and it’s also funny, suspenseful, and has really good character friendships and I love that. Really recommend despite a lot of critics.

Side note: I actually got a Paramount + account and it said it was a free trial but it charged me $1 so heads up.

2. Bleed for This - $$$ 9.5/10

I paid for this movie on YouTube and watched it like three times. I absolutely love it. Not only is there LOTS of shirtless Miles, but the character he plays is this scrappy kid who refuses to back down and is just so soft in a dummy thicc kinda way. Really motivational story too, but I love his character here so much. Only gave it a 9.5/10 cause I didn’t realize Vinny has a different girlfriend in each scene until the third time and could have done with a little more emotional scenes, but Miles DELIVERS with the few we get. (I’m also OBSESSED with the opening.)

3. War Dogs - Netflix 8/10

So I’m not a big fan of Jonah Hill movies just cause that’s not my usual type of humor I like but this movie was actually a lot better than I thought it would be. Miles’s character has a relationship with Ana De Armas and so that was really cute. Good movie about friendship and screwing over the US government.

4.) Only the Brave - Hulu 8/10

The ONLY reason this is not 10/10 is because I get emotional every time I watch it but I actually read the book years ago but never watched this so it was weird to actually sit down and watch it. It’s just an incredible story about some incredible men. Miles plays a real life person who I actually really admire so it was cool to see his portrayal. Good movie but really emotional. (Also Jennifer Connolly is in it too.) Also blonde!Miles

5.) Two Night Stand - Prime 7/10

All in all the story was cute. Not my usual thing so that’s why it was a seven. Miles’s character and the other main character are slightly annoying and it pushes the whole “I’m not like other girls” vibe but Miles is pretty cute in it so…

8. Whiplash - $$$ 5/10

*deep sigh* Movie wise this is the best movie he’s in. Cinematically speaking, the movie is phenomenal. Seriously, it’s a work of art. That being said, it’s not my favorite. I can recognize that a movie is superior and not enjoy it, and I didn’t enjoy it. It’s just not my cup of tea 🤷🏼‍♀️

Okay that is it for now. I’ve spent too much money between these and Top Gun tickets so hopefully this satisfies me for a bit.

Don’t be shy, drop recs in the comments.

#miles teller #whiplash #the offer #bleed for this #only the brave #two night stand #war dogs #top gun maverick #top gun

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sylvix 8 14 and 16 bc the ship meme popped up on my dash again :)

$￣︶￣*$ I appreciate you! Thank you for the ask.

8. Do they have any children? If so, do these children predate the relationship or are they a result of the relationship (whether through birth or adoption or otherwise)? Does any partner excel in their child-rearing? If so, is this because of education, experience or instinct?

Picrew 1. Picrew 2. Picrew 3.

I never really explored a lot of my oc Fae's post-canon world publicly, but Sylvix are together there and it was my headcanon that trans Felix would not be comfortable carrying a child to term, and so they adopt Elspeth. There were already so many Faerghan redheads, that I didn't feel bad about going that route with her design.

I've seen a few people headcanon Miklan a child that they adopt, and have sometimes played with the idea that she's that, but otherwise her origin isn't angsty. Happily chosen by her parents in an orphanage because she was scrappy and because her hair reminded Felix of Sylvain's. A brighter, quieter swordsman than Felix was in his youth, who still manages to remind people of him somehow. A Fraldarius in every way.

She's adopted between five and seven, so they miss some of the younger years and milestones, but are around for her to be young enough that she still mimics some of Sylvain's exaggerated / flirtatious smiles, that she still requires a basic education besides one that would be specifically required for people of their rank, that other discoveries and heartbreaks and illnesses are still a new and delicate thing.

Felix is better with making Elspeth feel better after an injury, or handling colds and impatience and distraction. Sylvain is more approachable with emotional conversations, but I don't think he's the best at them or that he'd want to have them without Felix present so Elspeth has to deal with both of her parents talking about her insecurities and desires almost like strategy. Ultimately it works because Felix and Sylvain are mature and kind-hearted and attentive to their daughter, but it's definitely unconventional.

They're always trying to pull each other closer. A whole family with a concern of living up to deserving one another.

Picrews 4&5. Other ot5 kids here.

I also want to add that she's at the Officer's Academy at the same time as two of my ot5 kids: (Hilda and Lorenz's youngest) Baldovin or Vinnie, and (Fae and Claude's only daughter) Sadaf. Vinnie and Sadaf, despite having different birth parents, near consider each other twins. Born only a few months apart and raised together by parents who were involved with one another, they're very familial at least, and the best of friends.

I wouldn't say I ship any of my next gen (with the specific exception of a merciedue fankid and an ot5 child), because I've not really invested in them as teens / adults the way that I've invested in them being children, but I like Elspeth developing a crush on Vinnie, and friends with both of them.

Baldovin is nothing like very little like Lorenz in temperament, unlike his elder siblings. He's loud. He's boistrous. He's short as a Goneril. Here's another paragraph about him from this post:

Baldovin (minor Crest of Goneril: Sometimes allows combat arts to prevent enemy counterattacks.) is a fortress knight. A slow, sturdy wall of armor. Lives to defend, and tries to incapacitate. Sympathy for his enemies. Feels like attacking marching units while mounted on either wyvern or horseback is unfair to man and animal, and thus only uses mounts to get from point A to point B. Crest nonsense: WILL wrestle your wyvern for fun, and enjoys the shock in how their necks rear back when his Crest allows him to pin their chin down while their wings struggle (squish that cat).

I also feel obligated to mention that in Fae's canon / post-canon, Sylvain joined the Golden Deer, and Dimitri survived Gronder but did not end up ruling as king. I have a few dimimari fics about where that left him, but they aren't fully transparent that Felix also remains his best friend.

14. How often does each partner cry? How do their partners engage or react to the differences in emotion between themselves and their partner(s)?

I think that while Felix did grow out of crying as often as he did as a child, that Sylvain cries a lot and unfortunately for Felix, it becomes more and more likely that seeing Sylvain in tears makes him cry also. Felix puts in so much effort post-canon in his relationship to Sylvain (among his platonic relationships to others), so that they can have harder conversations and feel better — and not simply awkward, after vulnerabilities are shared. It surprises Sylvain how bad he, himself, is at communicating, but it becomes more obvious through Felix's growth and efforts. They still have time to be young men together, and Sylvain also improves at giving tears their space, whether from sadness or otherwise.

16. If prompted to describe what love and / or acceptance feels like in their relationship, what sort of answer would each partner give? If this is not their honest answer, what would be the true answer for them?

Felix would say it feels like coming home. Like having a place to rest and not have to worry about being anything but you are.

Sylvain would say it feels like a warm fire after ages in the cold, like something you want to throw yourself into to recover from the chill, but that you have to wait for and tend and appreciate for it to steadily warm you.

#long post #sylvix #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #ask to tag #oc tag: elspeth

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