#especially given that he was using a fake accent

[fmoe1997]

False Kings

//implied dubcon, disassociation

The bed felt like a stone slab when Valentino laid him down. Cold and uncompromising, it made Angel's body ache more than everything he had put him through that night. Even if he had the strength to move, nothing would alleviate that dull pain. Not when he hovered over him with his dark, crimson eyes; his mouth agape and drooling with poisoned words and deadly venom.

One more dance on the knife's edge, then he would be free, if only temporarily.

But this time felt different. Despite the substances that flooded his brain and numbed his senses, he couldn't fake it like he had before. When his tongue dragged up the side of his neck it brought a terrible shiver through his body. Through lidded eyes Angel saw him pull away briefly, and all too soon he felt the veil dissipate. As if he sobered to the reality of where he lie.

Every action he took flooded back to his mind in tempestuous waves. His heart began to race, a sob choked in his throat. He couldn't panic now. Not on Valentino's time.

A gold-clawed hand carded through the excess fluff on his chest. Callous digits as unwelcoming as the surface he had been forced down upon. His teeth gleamed with a sinister, red grin; sharp and deadly, especially with the sole gold tooth that stood out from his gums. The more Angel focused on the feelings, the details on his face, the more aware he became.

He needed to shut it out. Shut it all out before he went any further. Before he couldn't take any more.

"Hey, Legs, why so tense? I'm not doin' anythin' wrong, am I?"

When Angel blearily blinked through tired eyes, the scenery changed. The darkness of Valentino's private room gave way to more vibrant colors. Red smoke filtered out to brilliant rays of sunlight from an unknown source. Above him, basked in that light like a halo, was his favorite kitty cat; his dark fur accented with intricate patterns of white and red, while his wings lay outstretched to either side and completed this holy visage.

"Husky...?" He asked, confused.

The tired barcat smirked. "Yeah, it's me. Geez, must be rustier than I thought. I know I haven't done something like this in a while but still..."

His voice trailed off with a chuckle, one that slowed the rapid beat of Angel's heart and warmed it. He still couldn't understand how or when he got here, and a part of him didn't want to question it. Fearful that he got lost in a dream, he held his breath and waited to see where it went.

When Husk noticed how Angel continued to stare at him with his mouth agape, his brows turned up in concern. "Are you sure you're ok?"

He raised a careful paw up to Angel's cheek and lovingly brushed a white claw under his chin. It proffered a feeling of safety and security. Much like the warmth of the sheets beneath him, and the pillow that cushioned his head. Still unsure of this reality, he took it tentatively, and noted how much smaller his hands looked in comparison to that larger appendage.

It all felt so real, too real to be a dream. As did Husk's other hand, wrapped tightly around his waist. He closed his eyes, the ghost of a tear trailed down his cheek. Just a bad memory of his night with Valentino. The morning had come, and with it, the promise of a better day. He gave into his shelter with a contented smile as he looked back up at his love.

"Better, now that you're here."

Husk reflected his smile with a grin of his own. He reached out of Angel's line of sight for a moment, then came back with a small joint. Something the pornstar had confided in him that he'd use to take the edge off on occasion.

"Wanna hit? I won't tell Charlie if you don't."

Angel looked between the drug and Husk, somewhat surprised he'd even offer it to him. Given how much he wanted him to adhere to the princess's program, it felt out of character to say the least. But as he thought this, he remembered how long it had been since he touched any illicit substances outside the studio. Besides, he trusted him to keep him in check. One hit wouldn't hurt anybody. It certainly wouldn't ruin his chances at redemption.

He raised his head and took the spliff between his lips. The hand Husk had around his waist came up with a procured lighter. It snapped open with a small flame that lit the end into a trail of grey smoke.

Angel watched the thin wisp draft to the ceiling through crossed eyes. When he exhaled, it was a sickly sweet plume of red that left his mouth.

"That's it, Angel-cakes, deep breaths," Valentino encouraged through Husk's lips. "You got a long night ahead of you."

Angel continued to dine on that cyanide, unable to feel the chill that flowed back into his body.

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This drabble was inspired by @vanillabrwnsugr's latest post on Twitter!

#fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #angel dust #valentino #husk #huskerdust #valangel #dubious consent #happy valentine's day

[valeriianz]

i was ready to leave this be but then @designtheendless made this gorgeous art so of course i had to write a bit more The Devil Wears Prada AU:

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Dream invites Hob as a plus-one to a fashion event. Hob is ecstatic to get a glimpse into the fast-paced, cut-throat industry that Dream has nudged his way into. He warns Hob that Morningstar might drag him away at any given moment and he’d be left alone, is that alright? Hob shrugs and can’t say he minds. If he gets free food and booze out of it, he’ll gladly wander around for a bit.

And for the first time in Hob’s life, he gets dolled up. Really dressing the part of a fashion mogul’s partner. Dream takes him out, using the money from a bonus in his salary to surprise Hob by taking him to a tailor. Hob wonders why none of his usual blazer and pants combo wouldn’t work and tries not to get offended at the way Dream scrunches up his nose and refuses to answer him.

“Every man should have a tailored suit in their wardrobe,” Dream explains while Hob stands on the short platform and the seamstress takes his measurements. “A perfect fit is the raison d’être of custom suits.”

Hob swallows at the perfect French slipping past Dream’s lips. He had only been in Paris for a couple weeks yet he was already name-dropping influential French designers, recalling conversations he’d had with them in stories he’d recant to Hob in an accent that Hob never knew Dream could pull off. Or that he’d be so enticed by.

“I’ll never get the chance to wear this again, you know,” Hob smiled, a little self-deprecating. Working as a chef hardly afforded Hob time to dress up. And it wasn’t like he ever went anywhere fancy enough for such effort. “After the party, it’s just gonna sit in my closet forever.”

“We’ll make use of it…” Dream says softly, standing up as the seamstress steps away to grab something. 

Dream takes up Hob’s arm, fingers trailing down the length of it, covered in a deep blue fabric that probably costs more than their monthly rent and Hob’s eyes never leave Dream as he inspects the pins and cuffs.

“A custom suit,” Dream starts again, dropping Hob’s arm and moving on to the front of the jacket, caressing the lapels. “Is designed to highlight the best features of its wearer. Bespoke tailoring is an art form, and you are the perfect canvas.”

Hob looks down at Dream, standing on the platform gives the illusion of added height, and Dream raises his eyes to look upon him. Hob tries very hard not to dive too deep into Dream’s blue eyes, tries not to get lost in the crystal clear sea of emotions, the way he could drown in them.

“And what are my best features?” Hob grins, raising an eyebrow, challenging.

Dream chuckles, tugging at the jacket. His eyes never leave Hob’s, even as the tailor returns.

“I’ll tell you later.”

There are a lot of big names and top designers at the event and Hob hasn’t a clue who any of them are, but he listens and nods when Dream points them out. He shakes hands with professional photographers and runway models and designers that Hob kind of recognizes but not really. He’s too busy marveling at the immaculate decor, the flowy dresses, and the free champagne. 

Dream, as warned, leaves his side constantly. But Hob has perfected the art of fake-it-til-you-make-it and smiles cheerily and engages in simple chit chat where he lets the other person do all the talking and nods along enthusiastically. He tugs on the sleeves on his jacket, amazed how a well-fitted suit can feel like wearing nothing at all. The fabric is also high quality, buttery soft to the touch and moving along his skin with every step like a gentle hug. He feels a little like a poser, but after a few drinks in him, settles more into the mindset of a party crasher.

After about an hour of missing Dream, Hob goes looking for him. Weaving and winding through the crowd, finding Morningstar on a few occasions and blatantly ignoring her, especially as he doesn’t see Dream with her.

Hob finds a back entrance that’s all glass and slips through into the cool evening air and hears Dream’s unmistakable deep tenor, talking with someone privately. 

And as Hob approaches, he notes the distinct agitation in Dream’s tone.

“... truly tired of finding you everywhere I go, Christian.” Dream sighs disdainfully. 

“You should be in print,” another voice– Christian, speaks quickly, laying on the charm heavily. “I see the way Morningstar treats you.”

“They treat me fine. You, on the other hand–”

“I’d treat you so well, Dream.”

Hob finally rounds a corner and finds Dream leaning back against a wall of the mansion, holding a champagne flute that no longer has anything in it between them, as if using it as a barrier. Christian is leaning just a hair too close in Dream’s space and at the sight of it, Hob nearly sees red.

“Hey, Dream. I’ve been looking for you.”

Dream turns his head and at the sight of Hob, his face relaxes immediately. The impatient, frustrated look in his eyes, the furrowed brow, vanishing in relief.

Hob isn’t a jealous guy, and he knows it isn’t jealousy that he feels rushing through his veins. It’s possession. It’s some kind of embarrassing animal instinct to claim and parade about how that’s mine, back off.

So the way he slips next to Dream, getting an arm around his waist and pulling him into a kiss that absolutely doesn’t need to be as lascivious and biting as it is, feels both appropriate and completely unnecessary. 

But the way Dream melts at the slip of Hob’s tongue, the way he’s kissing back, using his free hand to knot into the expensive fabric of his button down and pull, keeping him close, wipes Hob’s brain clean and nearly forgets why he’s doing this… until Christian clearing his throat makes its way past Hob’s ears.

They detach with a wet gasp and the way Dream chuckles, a low rumble that shoots straight through Hob’s chest and down to his crotch, makes Hob go back for another, and another. Lips only and chaste, but Dream still leans back respectably, turning his head to address the man before them with a sly grin as Hob nuzzles his way instead up his jaw and behind his ear.

“Christian, this is my fiance, Robert Gadling.”

“Uh, hi.” Christian bites out and Hob turns his head just enough to stare him down. “Didn’t know you were engaged.”

“You did.” Dream insists, extending his arm and pushing the empty glass into Christian’s fumbling hand. “You can leave, now.”

With a barely restrained sigh of “whatever,” Christian goes, shaking his head as he does and Dream takes Hob’s face in both his hands, bringing his attention forward.

“Sorry,” Hob cracks a grin. “I know you’re trying to network and he might’ve been some hotshot guy–”

“He was no one,” Dream interjects, his fingers getting in Hob’s gelled and combed back hair and pulling it. “And that was very hot. Thank you for saving me.”

“Anytime,” Hob laughs and Dream pulls him in to taste it.

#dreamling #hob x dream #devil wears prada au #featuring possessive Hob #as a treat #my writing #still not turning this into a real fic #but maybe i'll continue doing lil snippets like this hahha

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for defending a teacher in my friend group?

Ok, preface : I've stopped bringing this up because I understand it bothers the friends in question. Also, this might be stupid and me overthinking, but it annoys me.

I (18,he/him) am in first year of college and I've made a few friends. Notably, Dan (18M) and Sarah (18F) - fake names obv. Important detail, we're all French in France and we're doing English studies, so French isn't our first language but we're pretty much all bilingual.

One of our teachers, who I'll call M, speaks only in English during our classes, likely because he's American (he understands French and probably knows how to speak it, but his classes are oral practice ones so it makes sense he'd use exclusively English). During one of our first classes, maybe the second or third week, he told Dan to go sit somewhere else because he was being too loud, and that he'd have to stay sitting away from the friend group until the end of the semester.

Dan is understandably upset by this, not incredibly so but you know. Except this really isn't an injustice, like at all? Dan (and Sarah) is very very loud and speaks a lot, generally not of the topic we're supposed to be discussing during the class, and generally in French. During the class when M told him to move, he told him like 3 or 4 times to speak less loud, speak in English, speak of the subject.

I personally think, as an aspiring teacher, that it was smart of M to immediately move Dan instead of giving him chances upon chances continuously until it was the end of the semester and he had disturbed the class all the way, but again - I understand Dan would be upset.

The problem is that I did defend the teacher to Dan and Sarah, who were very adamant that he was being excessive and should have at least given Dan a second chance. Eventually they questioned why I was so passionate about this and I stopped talking about it.

What makes me annoyed is that when I complained about another teacher for taking his powerpoints off the uni's website (out of annoyment that not a lot of people came to his classes - out of all the classes he's one of the few where there's no attendance and you can just. go) Sarah said that actually he was kind of right, and said I was being stubborn about it (because I complained particularly about the fact that this teacher had like an Italian accent which combined with the shit microphone made it difficult to understand what he says).

I'm also kind of worried about something else about all this : me (and M) are white, and Dan and Sarah are black ; the latter two like to joke saying that M is racist (which idc, it's like when I say someone's transphobic for annoying me or smth it's a joke) and stuff and I'm afraid I'm being unconsciously an asshole and on M's side instead of Dan and Sarah's because M's white or smth. I'm probably overthinking it, I'm not racist, none of my entirely poc friend group has ever told me I was being racist except for a joke (the same kind as said earlier) but y'know.

Even more INFO, I know it might just be a question of me actually being too passionate about this, because I get really bothered about this kind of things especially in scholar situations (I tend to defend endlessly and usually uselessly both students and teachers, but usually more students because I've had a lot of shit teachers). Plus, I want to be a teacher, and I've been told a lot growing up to try and put myself in the teachers' place to understand why they do X or Y. On another note, I absolutely do not reproach being loud to Dan and Sarah, I am very loud without meaning to all the time and I talk a lot all the time.

tdlr; aita for being too passionate about defending my teacher's decision to move my classmate?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[stupidsexpotflanders]

Dr. Chase,the physician from The Land Down Under

In the Season 8 episode "Dead and Buried",Chase appeared in a TV show playing a stereotypically Australian doctor on some skit(there was no Watsonian explanation given for this,I love how bonkers House MD can be). Despite the embarassment when House and Taub found the video,Chase's "first and big role" was massively beneficial to him.

It started on early clinic duty,due to a mistake. Chase was approached by some random teenager who saw him online. She was wondering why the actor was dressed like a doctor in a hospital waiting room;

In response,Chase claimed to be an aspiring actor wanting to make it in show business. He donned a fake but convincing American accent and a beautiful smile. The girl,now smitten by the not-so-fake doctor,asked to take a selfie with him;

The other professional at the scene were fuming and confused at the same time. Chase was hidden in plain sight,there was no way to convince the other patients the guy was an actual doctor;

The way out of clinic duty was discovered,and Chase was over the moon. He looked up the girl's social media,lo and behold,she not only posted the pic with him but also said she wanted to see more of him;

Chase created social media profiles for his character,totally separated from his professional/personal ones(that were very low-key and private,especially after the nude pic fiasco. As for professional fame,Chase didn't need more than he had - Princeton-Plainsboro was cozy and high-stakes enough). The character was named Robert Chase as well. Between the fact that his name was already common and the fact that "Doc from Down Under" had way more fame than "Head of Diagnostics/House's Successor",it would make him being hard to found out with search mechanisms(this particular tactic made Robert love the fact that the surname Červený was far too complicated for the immigration officers that recieved his father in Australia. Robert Chase vs Robert Červený says it all). To top it all,the real "Dr. Robert Chase" might look like an elaborate goof;

Now,onto how Dr. Chase would be able to keep the facade and his medical career. His main method of testing the candidates to Diagnostics Fellows is to have them pretend to be R. Chase - regardless of gender,race or any characteristics. Of course,he's keeping tabs on both the new doctors and patients - same doctors see the same patients. It has a double usefulness - the candidates have to be skilled with deceit and quick on their feet while able to be coordinated by Chase himself;

When it comes to the cases themselves,Chase goes see the patients sometimes,but always in a disguise(glasses,a thick beard,make up to look 10 years older and a British accent(canon have him an American accent for no reason,so let me make Chase a fake Brit!);

Oftentimes,Chase is seen making videos of the Doctor. After a while,his videos had extremely simplified explanations of complicated diseases. The simplifications were done by someone who deeply understood the pathologies,anyone with medical knowledge would see it. The cherry of the cake was when American Accent Chase played the dumb person who needed said explanations(but still struggled to understand them). His underlings found it annoying but overlooked it,because Chase was generally competent and nice overall;

Last but not least - Chase got away with all that BS because competence levels and he was fucking his boss. Foreman is just as batshit,he's classy about it tho.

Just gimme Chase being just as chaotic as House,but in different ways,please!

#house md #robert chase #eric foreman #choreman #foremanchase #foreman x chase #shitpost

[rggz]

majima's fake kansai dialect explained

got this video in my youtube recommended earlier and a lot of people in the comments seemed confused as to how exactly it is that majima's speaking differently in this scene and i love to ramble so. here we are. bit of linguistic meta under the cut :)

quick disclaimer though: i'm not a native japanese speaker nor am i an expert on kansai dialect so there'll likely be some oversights and nuances that i didn't pick up on here. so just remember that this is all for fun. ok?

1. だ (da) vs や (ya)

i'm going to try not to use too much linguistic jargon here so please bear with. in standard japanese the copula (essentially a verb that means "to be" when describing a quality possessed by the subject of the sentence, eg. the sky is blue) "だ" is used in casual speech, whereas in kansai dialect "や” is used instead. listen to the sentence translated as "if you want out, now is the time", and you'll hear the difference - instead of ending his sentence with や as he would when he speaks in kansai dialect, majima uses だ.

2. いる (iru) vs おる (oru)

listen to the sentence translated as "but you've got yasuko". he uses the verb いる (to be (in a location, doing an action, etc.) or to have, for animate objects) to say that saejima has yasuko, whereas in kansai dialect the verb おる is used instead.

3. いい (ii) vs ええ (ee)

see: "saejima, are you really sure you want to leave her behind?". literally, this would translate to "saejima, is it really okay to leave her behind?" (with the word いい translating to okay). in kansai dialect ええ is used in place of いい.

4. 本当 (hontou) vs ほんま (honma)

see the same sentence as no. 3, where instead of using the kansai "ほんま" to mean really (lit. truth), majima uses the standard "本当".

5. いる (iru) vs おる (oru): the squeakuel

adding an extra note on this one because interestingly, even after saejima calls him out on him slipping up, majima doesn't switch straight back to kansai dialect. see the line "i'm fucking serious here" - the actual dialogue translates literally to "[hey] you, when people are talking seriously-".

the japanese present continuous is formed by putting the verb into て (te) form and adding the verb いる to express continuity - to be doing something. "are talking" is translated from "喋ってる" (shabetteru - note that the い sound of いる is omitted in casual speech). however if you've noticed a pattern here, you might think that in kansai dialect the verb おる would be used instead, and you'd be correct.

this construction is used by saejima in the previous line, where he says "you're forgetting your kansai dialect" (though this is translated as "your kansai accent's slipping"). 忘れて (te form of wasureru, to forget) is added to おる (to be). note however that て＋おる becomes とる (toru).

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it's worth mentioning, though, that none of these are absolute rules (especially not nowadays among younger people). rather these observations were largely based on what majima tends towards using himself in general throughout the series. even in the first half of the same cutscene, i think the difference is pretty stark.

that being said though i do think it's also easy to miss - it's not so much a difference in accent or the way the words themselves sound as it is a case of differences in grammar, words used, expressions, etc.

however, there are definitely differences in intonation between kansai and kanto dialects - in fact, because majima's va is from tokyo he had trouble getting the intonation right, and as such it's a liiiitle off in places, but everyone was sort of just like meh. it's majima so it's fine. therefore, i reckon it tracks that majima doesn't sound too different between dialects and is actually a cool bit of characterisation, albeit unintentional.

as for where he's actually from, it could really be anywhere, but given that regional dialects were a lot more prevalent and stronger even just in the 80s, i'd wager that he is indeed from somewhere in kanto.

this would all suggest too that majima fully mastered his use of kansai dialect in sotenbori, which would make sense. excluding his sequence as the lord of the night in which he uses keigo (specifically a combination of kenjougo - humble language which lowers the speaker - and sonkeigo - respectful language which puts the listener at a higher position), majima has no other instances of his dialect slipping that i've noticed despite how serious much of yakuza 0 is. note that this is not to say kansai dialect doesn't have honorific speech, just that majima is using standard honorific speech, and even this contains interjections of kansai dialect.

as a little related tidbit, something else i noticed is that the only other person majima uses keigo with is shimano (1) (2) (3). not nearly to the business level that he uses as the lord of the night, but it's there (as is his kansai dialect, as he still uses おる and other kansai language that i won't go into here for brevity's sake). instead of using や as an ending particle he uses です (desu, the keigo - specifically teinego or polite language - equivalent of だ), and uses verbs in their teineigo ます (masu) form. he doesn't use it with sagawa, and not even with terada as the 5th chairman in the majima saga.

anyway, that's all :) i was rambling about this to myself in my notes app anyway so i thought why not share it in case anyone else is interested too. ty for reading!

#rgg #ryuu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #yakuza 0 #yakuza 4 #like a dragon #majima goro #goro majima #rgg meta #yakuza meta #Ryu ga Gotoku meta

[suppose-i-was-worm]

I Put a Spell On You

Real Married (Part 2)

“Danny, I would like to request that you return the favor from the other day in kind.”

Damian set his books down next to Danny’s at the library table casually, as if he hadn’t just implied that he wanted to fake date Danny again.

Swallowing, Danny returned his attention to his laptop, typing away resolutely and hoping his blush wasn’t too red.

“Sure, what’s the occasion?”

He thought he saw Damian smile smugly out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned his head, his technical-husband had on his typical blank expression.

“My family is under the impression that I have a significant other, and Grayson was so excited. I cannot bear to disappoint him.”

Danny chuckled.

“Yeah, from what you’ve told me, that tracks. When do you need me?”

“I would like to hold the ruse for at least a month, culminating in a gala at which point we will be free to stage a breakup.”

Squinting, Danny stared at his friend. Fake boyfriend.

“You’re doing this to get out of going to galas again, aren’t you.”

Damian shrugged.

“That is one of the benefits, yes.”

Danny laughed and saved his work, closing his laptop and taking Damian’s hand.

“Alright, boyfriend. Take me out to lunch.”

His husband lifted Danny’s hand to his lips, a smirk dancing across his face.

“Anything for you, Beloved.”

~~~

The next month was wonderful- Danny swanned around on Damian’s arm half the time, and let himself indulge in all the little touches and lingering kisses that he wanted. Damian hadn’t told him when they were meeting his family, but given Damian’s nature, his family probably kept an eye on him somehow anyways.

He especially liked it when Damian wore jeans- a rare occasion, but it meant he could slide one hand into Damian’s back pocket possessively. It made the part of him that was the ghost king 24/7 feel like he was doing something right when it came to his consort.

Danny couldn’t help that he was a guardian spirit. Or that it felt like he was guarding Damian somehow the more he staked his (fake) claim.

Sam and Tucker spent at least an hour teasing him about it when he told them what was going on.

“Danny, you really should tell him how you feel.”

Danny pouted at Jazz.

“He’s not the kind of person who would be okay with that, Jazz. It’s fine, though, I found the ritual to dissolve the marriage. I’ll tell him after the gala.”

Jazz looked at him judgmentally.

“You have to tell him the truth, Danny, or you’ll be heartbroken in the end.”

“I already am.”

~~~

The dreaded gala came before Danny wanted it to. Damian had taken him to get a suit fitted, somehow keeping a hand on him throughout the entire process.

They looked good together- Danny in a black suit with dark green accents and Damian in a matching green suit with black accents. It was a whirlwind getting into the gala, cameras flashing and snapping the entire walk into the venue, Damian’s hand heavy on Danny’s waist.

Danny did his best to focus on the warmth on his hip instead of the nerves roiling in his stomach. He had to not only fake date Damian tonight, but fake fight him and fake break up with him.

He also promised himself that he would tell Damian about the ritual after. The heavy tome that he’d gotten from the Realms sat innocently on his apartment table, disguised to look like a textbook.

“Beloved?”

With a start, he looked up at Damian, who was watching him with concern flickering in his emerald eyes.

“Are you alright, Beloved? We can leave if you are overwhelmed.”

Danny shook his head, noting that Damian’s family was waiting for them a little ways into the venue.

“It’s no more overwhelming than anything here in Gotham.”

Damian smiled gently and leaned down to kiss him, sparking a cacophony of camera flashes and reporters yelling questions.

The two of them made their way past the doors and into the throng of party-goers.

“You must be Danny. I’m sure there’s no need for us to introduce ourselves.”

Danny smiled at Bruce Wayne guilelessly.

“Of course not! Damian speaks highly of all of you. Thank you very much for the invitation tonight- everything looks wonderful.”

Bruce Wayne smiled back, a sharp glint in his eye as he sized Danny up. Danny didn’t flinch, holding the billionaire’s gaze without hesitation.

After a few moments, the older man nodded and turned away, his smile growing wide and insincere.

Danny, a person with no self control, looked mischievously up at Damian.

“I don’t know, Dames- Bernard in psych might be right. The butts do match.”

Three of the other Bats near them snickered, but Damian just looked fondly down at Danny.

Ancients, Damian was a good actor. Danny knew he was just letting himself enjoy this, but Damian surely must be putting on an act. He couldn’t feel the same way, not in a million years. Their connection was forced in the first place, and Danny couldn’t- he couldn’t take more advantage of that than he already had.

Damian led him onto the dance floor, and then into a slow swaying dance.

Danny, pressed close to his soon-to-be ex-husband and the love of his life, couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I found the ritual to fix the- marriage thing.”

“Oh?”

Nodding, Danny focused on their feet.

“Yeah. It’s at my apartment. We can go take care of that after, if you want?”

Damian was quiet for a long time, so Danny finally worked up enough courage to look up at the other man.

“Are you- angry?”

“No, Beloved.”

The crease in between his eyebrows told Danny differently.

“You look angry.”

“I am not.”

Danny stopped dancing and pulled away from Damian. Okay, might as well start this fight, then.

“I don’t like you lying to me, Dames.”

He heard whispers start to wash over the room as they looked at each other. Danny put his hands on his hips.

Damian crossed his arms.

“I thought you were more observant, Daniel.”

“Don’t call me that.”

The rest of the sentence caught up to Danny.

“What was I supposed to be observing?”

“You really hadn’t noticed? You- of course you hadn’t. You were so focused on finding out how to end this that you never looked at me.”

Danny took a step back at the venom in Damian’s voice, his eyes widening.

“Never looked at you? I- I looked at you the entire time! If I had my way I’d never- Ancients, Damian, you’re the one who doesn’t-“

He cut himself off, feeling ice start to creep across the floor as his emotions took hold.

“Doesn’t what?”

Damian’s voice was quiet, but dangerous, as if Danny had said something horrible.

Danny stayed quiet, stubbornly looking away.

“Doesn’t what, Danny.”

He made the mistake of looking back at Damian, and the anger on his husband’s face made him snap.

“Doesn’t love me back, Damian! You- you were forced into this arrangement in the first place, and I appreciate the help you’ve given me, but I don’t- I don’t want you to feel obligated just because I’m so besotted!”

Danny was practically yelling by the end of his confession, and the look on Damian’s face had changed from anger to shock during it.

“You- Beloved.”

Damian stalked forward, and Danny could only stand frozen until the taller man gathered him into his arms and drew him into a passionate kiss.

It took a moment for Danny to realize what was happening, but then he participated enthusiastically, melting into Damian’s embrace.

When neither of them could breathe, Damian pulled back a fraction of an inch.

“I do not want you to leave me, Danny. I want to tie you to me in this world as we are tied in the next. Please- I beg of you, and I do not beg often. Stay with me, Beloved.”

Danny wrapped his arms around Damian’s neck and drew his husband into another kiss.

#dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #danny phantom #dp x batman #damian wayne #dead serious #idiots to lovers

[seth-shitposts]

Something that's on my mind lmao

I have a headcanon that Pryce tries to fake a coruscanti accent. And because of the time she spent on the planet, it can be unnoticeable to most people.

But Kallus catches on to it immediately. He keeps it to himself, but once he is given a reason to not hold back, he'll never let her live it down.

Kallus caught it quickly and recognized it for what it was

Because he also sort of fakes his own accent. He's just so used to having done it for two decades that he can't stop. Now, I say sorta because the accent he had is coruscanti, it's just not the exact same. There's variations to the accent, especially the deeper into the planet you travel to. The only reason why Kallus changed his accent was to blend in with the cadets at the academy.

I dunno it's just been on my mind.

#alexsandr kallus #star wars rebels #arihnda pryce #governor pryce #Headcanon

[isimpfortoomanypeople]

Heyyy just wondering if you could do a Dimitri x reader, like dimitri and the reader had a thing for eachother like back and fourth little flirting when they were all escaping from Russia, but he had only seen the reader bloody and dirty but when they all get to America a few weeks later Joyce is having a kind of welcome back party for hooper and this is the first time he’s seen her since Russia and she looks stunning with a nice dress hair all done just jaw dropping gorgeous and he is speechless and gets a little jealous when they speak to officer callahan ( btw the reader is french aswel and some people mistake her accent for Russian. Sorry a bit all over the place but you can do what you like with it :)

From ash love can grow- Dimitri Antonov x Female French reader

Joyce being your closest friend of course you agreed to accompany her to Russia to help Hopper escape, especially when you believe it to be a simple task. What you didn’t expect was to survive a plane crash and to meet the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon.

Warnings: slight xenophobia, mentions of blood and injury, mentions of being drugged, alcohol and I think that’s it

A/N: hi thanks so much for being so patient with me to get this fic finished, I finished for winter break at my uni/ college then I was sick but I’ve finally completed it. Dimitri is so charming and I’m so happy that he is my first stranger things fic I’ve written for the adult characters. I’m aware that this story doesn’t 100% follow the storyline of season 4 but allow it for the sake of this fic. Also I don’t speak French or Russian so I’m sorry if I’ve gotten the translation wrong for some lines. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

When Joyce told you that Hopper was still alive and was in a prison in Russia and asked you to go with her and Murray to brake him out. Of course you said yes, Joyce became like a sister to you. She was the first friendly face you had met since arriving in California.

Lenora Hills is exactly what you expected a stereotypical American town to look like. Perfectly placed houses lined up in a row, all with precise manicured gardens completed with the most nauseating fake families you ever had the displeasure to have met. Hollywood definitely gotten that stereotype right.

The women were as closed off as you can imagine, women who would hold a big pearly white smile as they pushed you under the bus. You were slightly glad that their arrogance swayed them from befriending you as there’s no way in hell would you ever entertain their company. When you moved from France all it took was for them to hear an accent that wasn’t American and that was enough for them to shun you. One plus of that situation was that you could mutter “Je t’emmerde’ under your breath and they would have no clue what you had just muttered.

But Joyce Byers was the only person who welcomed you with a warm smile and invited you to have dinner with her family. You almost declined her offer at first, as you weren’t used to kindness from any of the women who lived on that street. But you were glad that you did as Joyce was one of the kindest human beings that you had ever met, and you were practically inseparable ever since. Which is why you accompanied her and Murray to Russia.

But what you didn’t expect was also to be drugged and to survive a plane crash, if you knew that was in store for you from the beginning, you definitely would have given Joyce a different answer. So now you were following the directions from the one who drugged you and originally threatened to turn you all into the Russian authorities, now you were walking towards the high security prison Hopper was held captive in.

You wrapped your coat more tightly around your body but the harsh bitter winter wind bit down to your bones. You had long lost all feeling in your legs from the artic environment, you were in a great deal of pain from a gash on your head from the crash, the blood has stopped pouring but the pain persisted.

“How far away are we? My feet hurt and my head is pounding” you complained as you begrudgingly trudged through the thick icy snow. Oh how you wished that you could be basking in the warm Californian sun, but no you were in what felt like a deserted part of Russia.

“What’s wrong the Russian princess can’t handle the snow?” joked Murray as he ploughed on ahead.

“Russian? I’m French you idiot!”

“Wait you’re not Russian?” Murray questioned? his pitch raised in shock, his brows knitted together as he replayed your voice in his head trying to detect your accent.

“No I’m not Russian! Why does everyone think that?.. Joyce?” You looked at your friend quizzically, noticing how her face morphed into a sheepish smile. You looked at her with disbelief, surely she would have the common sense to differentiate the difference between the wildly different accents, but you were sadly disappointed.

You rolled your eyes at her before muttering

“Vous êtes tous des idiots”

They all looked at you dumbfounded all trying to decipher who you have just insulted under your breath, while you smugly smiled to yourself, again thankful that you were in the minority who spoke French.

Another thing that you didn’t encounter for was meeting a handsome former Russian prison guard called Dimitri, also known as Enzo from his nickname Murray and Joyce called him from his cryptic letter.

He had a handsome rugged charm about himself, he had short brown hair with piercing steel eyes. He was effortlessly handsome like a marble statue of a Greek god come to life, though now his chiseled jaw was bruised and cuts heavily scattered across his face. He definitely had seen better days but neither have you, but still you couldn’t help but marvel at him. You choked on air when you first laid eyes upon him taken aback by his beauty, you wanted nothing more than to get to know him further.

But right now you were all running from the prison that now holds the body of a demon you had to kill, you have been informed that it was called a demogorgon and apparently Joyce, hopper and Murray have all had an interaction with one. It made you question the sanity of the trio and if Hawkins was actually hell itself.

Dimitri unbeknownst to you took a particular fascination to the quick witted feisty woman who walked beside him. Dimitri suggested that the five of you spent the night in his apartment till sunrise, it was a chance for you all to escape the bitter cold and for you to have a safe place to sleep before the authorities gotten word about your whereabouts. Tomorrow you can finally kiss Russia goodbye, you had always wanted to visit Russia under different circumstances but this ‘trip’ left a bitter taste in your mouth, safe to say that you won’t be rushing back anytime soon.

Your matted hair caked in blood and dirt, your ripped bloodied shirt and the many cuts and bruises you required from the crash and fighting a monster, that moments ago you didn’t believe existed. None of that deterred him from looking at you in awe, how you knocked down the demogorgon from the barrel of your gun slightly turned him on, and further fuelled his desire to get to know you better.

“What’s your name Голубь?” Dimitri smiled at you, watching as the breeze pushed your hair out of your face revealing your beautiful y/e/c eyes

“Y/N” you smiled back at him, you cringed as you felt your cheeks flush the same shade of red as your nose from suffering the harsh winter winds. Hopefully you can blame it on the winds icy chill?

“What a beautiful name y/N” he smirked upon seeing the coyness flash across your face from his flirty remark. He loved the way your name felt when it exited his lips, savouring every letter like he was saying the most beautiful word in existence .

“Is that a French accent I detect?”

“Finally someone with sense” you huffed looking at Joyce in her eyes as she flashed you a sheepish smile.

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Dimitri’s flat was smaller than you thought but it was beautifully furnished, the thing that attracted you the most was the beautiful oak book case complete with all the classics. You gently ran your finger against the spine of the books admiring them all, judging by the condition of the cover they had to be at least first additions. They say that it’s rude to ask a man about the money that he makes, but judging by the books alone you knew that he must be loaded,

“A woman of taste I see” you turned your head to see Dimitri leaning against the wall beside the book case, his eyes filled heavily with admiration like you were the most beautiful person to have ever existed. He swears that you couldn’t get any more beautiful but he stands corrected.

“You can take any book you want, they’re not exactly going to be read anymore come dawn” he sighed, you saw sadness momentarily flash across his steel eyes, as he swallowed down that heavy emotion, not even daring to acknowledge how this is now his last evening in a country that he once loved.

“Are you sure?” You questioned unsure to why he was speaking so kindly to you, those moms of Lenora Hills definitely made you skeptical about genuine kindness being thrown towards you. You looked at Dimitri quizzically expecting there to be a catch to this deal.

“Of course” he outstretched his hand towards you “now follow me, I have some bandages and some antiseptic in the bathroom”

You placed your hand in his as he lead you to his bathroom, noting how your heart fluttered over the contact. Wishing that you were still outside, for at least then you could blame the wind nipping at your cheeks for making them appear pink.

He hovered over you as he cleaned the dried crusted blood that surrounded your split lip. You could feel his body heat radiating upon your skin, you had to swallow down the small whimper that almost fell from your lips. You prayed that you could stay calm and collected as he gently touched your chin, tilting your head to look at the gash on your forehead.

It was a near impossible task as you could feel your heart race feeling the way he touched you with care. The butterflies in your stomach was creating hurricanes whenever he would look at you in the eye. And when he gently swiped the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip, he avoided the cut not wanting to pain you further.

You saw the corners of his lips flip into a warm smile. You could of sworn that you saw a small glimmer of longing in his eyes, but you were quick to shake that thought out of your head believing that the small crush you have developed wasn’t reciprocated, you’d have to learn to be okay with that even though it’s difficult when all you want to do is feverishly smash your lips against his.

“Ты такая красивая”

“Huh?”

“I said that it looks painful” he cleared his throat “I’ll leave you to shower”

You felt your heart sink into your stomach when he closed the door behind him, longing for his touch again, wishing for him to stay forever with you.

God this is stupid! Y/N you’re so stupid! You’ve just met this man now you’re head over heels, you’re a full grown adult not some pining teenager in love.

You hated these butterflies that flapped their wings inside your stomach, making your stomach contort with each flutter. The more you wished these butterflies to dissolve in your stomach acid, the more violently they continued to fly.

Maybe it’s best that you’ll never see Dimitri again? As then you won’t have your heart crushed under this lovesick fantasy.

When you were showered and dressed, you walked into the living room where Joyce, Murray and Hopper stood with a glass of wine in hand, all laughing and engaging in free flowing conversation.

Your ears heard the faint melody from a familiar song coming from the vinyl player in the corner.

“I thought that the Mademoiselle would be appreciative of some Édith Piaf” Dimitri smiled as he handed you a glass of red wine. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from returning the same tender smile.

Not that you didn’t want to, god knows how much you want to. But you couldn’t allow yourself to fall deeper into his charm as come dawn you would have to wake up to the fact that this is all a fantasy, there’s no future for you and him and that heartbreak would be too much to bare.

“Come dance with me” he chuckled outreaching his hand to yours, his voice as smooth as whiskey melting into your every senses, capturing you under his charm.

“I don’t dance” you tried your hardest to dismiss his charm. But like a moth to a flame you caved especially when he said something as charming as-

“It’s okay I’ll teach you”

All that contact you craved in the bathroom finally happened and you couldn’t be more flustered even if you tried. You gaped at him, your lips moving trying to conjure up some form of excuse, but all you could say was a stuttered series of incomplete sentences. But you couldn’t think of an excuse when your heart truly wants it to happen, your heart yearns for his touch, and secretly you wanted that too.

He chuckled at your awkwardness, he found it incredibly endearing. Dimitri loves how flustered he makes you feel, how your cheeks flush rouge whenever he makes eye contact with you. How your breathing hitched in the bathroom, he noticed every minute detail about you. He believes that you must be an angel sent from heaven above, that god has sent you down just for him.

You didn’t know this, but when you helped to save him you gave him that fight to keep going. Moments before you turned up, he gave up even trying, believing that there’s no point to go on for he was a traitor and the brutality he faced upon his imprisonment crush his spirit into tiny pieces, that he didn’t have the energy to piece them back together. But when Dimitri first saw your face he found the energy to keep going, for if he survived one day he was going to make this beautiful angel his wife. He craves to hold you close to his chest to see if your heart beats just as fast as his.

You pressed your lips into a thin line when you felt his warm strong arms wrapped around your waist, to suppress the gasp that threaten to escape your lips. Your eyes secured itself to the wooden floor below your feet, trying your hardest to ignore the lovesick blush that spread across your cheeks as he held you closer to him, swaying to the gentle melody of La Vie En Rose.

“I bet you $20 that they’ll end up together” Hopper smirked upon watching you both caught in a lovers in brace.

“It’s obvious that’s going to happen, but the question is when?” Joyce added, her heart warming upon seeing you both sweetly dancing not caring who else was in the room for this moment in time it was just you and Dimitri. You were both enthralled by each other, as if you were both in a trance. For Joyce has never seen her friend so in love with someone before, as she knows how hard you find it to let someone in, she’s just glad that you found it in the caring, sweet soul that is Dimitri

“I say by the time we get back to Hawkins”

“You’re on”

And with a shake of a hand the deal was done

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When the plane landed your heart shattered into a thousand of tiny pieces upon the impact of the wheels on the tarmac below.

The only thought that was on your mind, was the dreaded thought of leaving Dimitri behind. The man who taught you in the only day that you have spent together what love was meant to feel like-

Y/N what the fuck are you thinking!!! You barely know this man stop acting like a love sick child.

You hugged everyone goodbye, telling Joyce to keep in touch and she’s welcome to visit you in California whenever she wanted.

Then it came time to say goodbye to the one person that you wish you didn’t have to, but for the sake of your heart you had to make this goodbye as short as possible.

You gave him a small sweet hug. But when you broke apart you could feel his face leaning in towards yours, you forced yourself to break apart before his lips made contact with your skin.

You kept your eyes rooted on the ground not wanting to see the dejected look within his eyes. Blinking back the tears that stung your eyes, you turned on your heels and walked towards your connecting flight.

Only when you were sure that you were out of sight of Dimitri did you let the tears that had desperately tried to fall slide down your cheeks. You wiped away the quick falling salty tears as you repeated to yourself

‘This is all for the best’

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After two months since landing back in Lenora Hills , you received a call from Joyce inviting you to Hawkins for a welcome home party for Hopper. You accepted with the only condition was that this trip wouldn’t turn out like the previous one, you heard her laugh over the receiver as she gave you her word that this trip would more sane that the last.

So here you are, anxiously twiddling with your emerald necklace that complimented your dress. Your last reminder of your grandmother back in France, you claimed it to be your good luck charm. But right now your good luck charm made you stand anxiously outside the door for what felt like an hour, trying to will yourself to open the door.

You took a deep inhale, pressing your lips into a thin line as you finally worked up the courage to knock on the door.

Joyce wrapped her arms around you into a tight embrace as soon as she open the door, she was so overjoyed to see her friend that she hugged you with so much force that she accidentally made you loose balance, causing you to stumble into the house.

“I’m sorry Y/N it’s just that I’ve missed you so much” Joyce laughed as she led you by the hand into her house.

Dimitri stood with Hopper leaning against the lounge wall, he was so deep in conversation that he didn’t notice you at first. It wasn’t until a small breeze from both of your bodies walking past him, did he finally look up.

When he caught sight of you, he choked and spluttered on his drink. Hopper looked at him with confusion till he saw where his eyes trailed off to, when he saw you next to Joyce he shot Dimitri a knowing look.

Dimitri couldn’t take his eyes off you as you walked around the room as Joyce introduced you to everyone. You looked dazzling, truly a sight to behold, with your flowing emerald dress that cut off above the knee. Dimitri fell in love with you when you were covered in blood and caked in dirt but right now he fell in love with you all over again, with your beautifully styled hair complete with winged eyeliner and scarlet lips.

“And this is officer Callahan, he works with Hopper”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” Callahan smirked as he brought his hand to meet his lips. You smiled at his chivalry.

Dimitri on the other hand was glaring daggers at the officer who looked at you with a flirtatious look in his eyes. God! It made his blood boil, he wanted nothing more than to go over there and take you away from him.

Hopper heard the low growl that exited his lips, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself over how in love Dimitri was with you. He knows that Callahan has nothing over Dimitri, but god was it fun to watch how green with jealousy Dimitri got.

“I wouldn’t worry about him, she likes you”

“You saw how she was when we landed, it’s clear that she doesn’t feel the same way about me. Out of everyone here tonight, why did it have to be him?”

Hopper chuckled at himself seeing how blind Dimitri was to the situation. He gently patted Dimitri on the shoulder as he leant in towards him.

“Joyce told me that she has never seen Y/N look at someone the way she does towards you, now go over there and talk to her.”

Hopper pushed Dimitri towards your direction, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He cleared his throat and walked up to you.

“Y/N can I have this dance?” He asked out stretching his arm towards you

You felt your face grew red like you were back in Russia all over again, yet he still never fails to take your breath away especially when he looks so dashing in his suit. You bit your lip and nodded, taking his hand in yours. Too afraid to say anything as all your words have jumbled together and you feared to look more of a flustered mess than you already were.

Dimitri held you close, his hands rubbing circles into the small of your back which sent shivers down your spine. If you were worried about looking like a flustered mess before, you somehow had gotten worse as your heart began to flutter as you felt his slow steady breaths against your skin.

“I’m sorry” you muttered into his shoulder

“What was that Голубь?”

“I’m sorry for my cold goodbye when we landed, it’s just that I was scared. I know it sounds stupid but it’s just that I really like you and thought that it was easier to say goodbye. I believed that we would never see each other again and I didn’t want to hurt myself by pretending-“ your heartfelt ramble was cut short by Dimitri’s lips pressed against yours. You froze to the spot upon first feeling the contact of his lips against yours, but you eagerly moved your lips against his.

You smiled at him when you both broke apart, the giddy feeling grew in your chest as you saw the way he looked back at you. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

“My Голубь, I loved you the moment I’ve first ever laid eyes on you. I lost all hope that I would never escape that god forsaken prison, but the moment I saw you I found the hope I lost. I survived because of you. And that night we spent in my apartment was one of the best nights of my life, I know it’s too soon but I love you”

You captured his lips with your own, moving your hands to hold the back of his head, while he held your waist closer to him to deepen the kiss.

“I love you too” you smiled at him with love filled eyes.

Joyce and Hopper stood back to watch the pair of lovebirds swaying across the floor.

“I believe that you owe me $20”

Joyce huffed as she routed through her purse for the dollar bill, she placed it into his hands. Smirking as he shoved the bill into his back pocket.

Maybe the strife you faced in Russia was worth? it as it brought you in the arms of the man that you love.

A/N: Dimitri to me is incredibly smooth and charming so I had to write him like that. I hope that you enjoyed it and sorry again about the wait. As always my requests are still open

Je t’emmerde - fuck you

Vous êtes tous des idiots - you’re all idiots

Голубь - dove

Ты такая красивая - you are so beautiful

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things Dimitri #dimitri antonov #dimitri x reader #dimitri antonov x reader #Dimitri antonov x yn #dimitri x yn #Dimitri x you #Dimitri antonov x you #dimitri antonov fanfic

[sagau-my-beloved]

How do you think the archons would dress in our world?

Hell yeah this is fun to think about, I'll break my ideas down by Archon, but generally speaking none of them would deviate too heavily from their very obvious tastes, and you would have to give a decent amount of guidance in order to avoid any fashion disasters—

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Venti:

• So he definitely sticks with the green color palette generally, that's a given, probably pairs it with some brown and other earthy tones

• I imagine he would dress in a way that both classifies as casual, but you could also get away with wearing it to a Renaissance fair, if you know what I mean (bring him to a Renaissance fair, I'm begging you, that could only go well)

• I'm thinking flowy clothes, or at least flowy shirts, and I feel like he would be really into patterns

• Nothing super crazy, but I almost feel like he would wear tie-dye ironically, like he's the type to look for the gaudiest most blinding piece of clothing and buy it instantly just for the shock factor

• (I hope you're ready for Christmas, because he's absolutely winning every tacky sweater competition)

• If he's attempting to be especially fancy then maybe a poet shirt, high waisted black pants/brown shorts with those straps that kind of look like suspenders and dress shoes, but that's mainly for performances

• Of course the braids are a must, but he would start experimenting with more hair clips with flowers on them and such

• Soon he'll have a hair accessory collection and you'll have the honor of styling it to your liking every day

• For beachwear he'd jump on Hawaiian shirts and swim shorts, would probably also make you get him one of those big floppy hats and he could put his Cecilia flower on it

• As for pajamas I imagine a rather basic t-shirt/tank top paired with general pajama pants/shorts, nothing fancy there

• Finally general accessories, for some reason I could see him wearing an ankle bracelet, along with clip on earrings of various kinds (specifically clip on), and I feel like he would find creative places to put the Cecilia he usually wears on his hat

• Like he might wear it as a bracelet one day, or as a brooch, or on the side of a belt where he used to put his fake vision, he would just want to incorporate that in all of his outfits

• I couldn't see rings but I could see a few non-metal bracelets, also I think a messenger styled bag just really suits him

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Zhongli:

• You know that mid-thirty's male History/English teacher that you probably had a crush on at some point in high school?

• Yeah, that's how he dresses

• You might be able to discourage him from wearing full on suits everywhere, but collared shirts and dress pants are pretty much a given

• Never let it be said they don't look good on him, but he could pull anything off

• You might be able to get him to trade out the dress pants for a darker jeans, but the button up collared shirt is staying (tho on casual days you could convince him to unbutton a few of the top ones)

• Colors wise, it's pretty obvious that he would stick to the basic blacks, greys, and occasional golds on accent pieces

• If you beg him he might wear a floral print beach shirt and flip flops on beach days, I don't see him swimming heavily so sadly the shirt will probably stay on

• Now for pajamas, the funny answer is the striped pants and matching striped shirt combo, the more realistic answer is a black t-shirt and sweatpants (we can finally admire his arms thank god—)

• Accessories wise I could see a standard decent looking watch, obviously he's keeping the earring, and maybe a small necklace with something that reminds him of you that he keeps tucked under his shirt, along with a pretty killer belt he wears with every outfit

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Ei:

• She was very happy to find that the general styles in Inazuma do still more or less exists in the form of traditional Japanese clothing, but you're gonna have to steer her off into something a bit more casual

• I feel like she would be surprisingly into more muted vintage clothing, and you would have the honor of introducing her to thrift stores

• Obviously sticks with purples and lavenders, which pair pretty well with both black and white

• If you can't tell, I have a thing for black pants, but I just really think they would pair so well with a lavender sweater

• She could pull off a blazer really well, just saying

• And I really think she would just default to corporate office style for anything formal, could be skirt or pants depending on the event

• I could also see her pulling off flannel pretty well, just in general, but she might need some convincing for that because I don't see her as a willing pattern person

• For beach clothes I think she would rely pretty heavily on what you would like to see her in, probably wouldn't want to do anything too revealing though (I personally want to see her in a very cute flowy purple sundress, but that's just me)

• Bikinis are probably pushing the limit unless you happen to be wearing one too, but one pieces would be fine

• Pajama wise I feel it's either a very expensive looking satin/silk long shirt and pant combo, or something a bit more basic, like a nightgown, but a pretty one with lace and stuff, gotta stay classy

• There's not a whole lot to expand on when it comes to accessories, I do feel like she's the most likely to wear brooches though, maybe has a collection of them

• Would probably also cycle through a variety of necklaces, bracelets, rings and earrings, just whatever fits with the current outfit, a very versatile accessorizer

• Though if you give her a particular accessory she's going to try to incorporate it in everything, naturally, any gift from you is precious

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin x reader #genshin venti #genshin ei #genshin zhongli #idk whether to tag this headcannon or brainrot #guess I'll do both #headcannons #brainrot #these are fun to do

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Can I have a penguin party ask for an S/O that is his sugar baby? What's that dynamic like and what do the penguins expect from them?

"Sugar Baby" Penguin Party Ask

First penguin party ask 🥳 Ohhhhh my god I finally get to write for Burton penguin. He's fun! Gross bird (affectionate).

Tw: sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, NSFW 🔞

Batman 2022

Quintessential sugar daddy relationship. You pretty much just need to hang off his arm when he requests, be available for events, and be down for those calls when he needs to relax.

"Relax" is usually his cock down your throat or you bouncing up and down on his lap. Lots of messing around in public, sometimes stealing your panties- He's downright cheeky when he's in a mood.

He likes your company. Doesn't have a particular dress code other than "shows off your assets." The only thing he tries not to involve you in is direct business.

This isn't because he thinks you're not tough or smart enough for it, but unless you wanted to get serious, he likes keeping your relationship light and fun.

He will buy anything your little heart desires. Clothes, jewelry, textbooks, obscure gacha game shit- you earned it. Expect gifts, especially if you spend most of your "allowance" on what he considers responsible things (higher education, rent, groceries, etc).

To be clear, I don't personally like daddy kink, I do not write for it BUT. He would be the most into being actually called Daddy if that is your cup of tea.

Gotham

Least likely to have a sugar baby, but it could happen with the right person. The right person being someone who can put up with all his neurotic, control-freak bullshit.

His sugar baby can't be stupid. Let's be honest, he wasn't crushing hard on Edward just because he's pretty. What this means is any fake cutesy whiny baby voice for stuff is an instant turn-off. Or playing dumb.

His sugar baby is going to wear what he wants them to wear. In truth, it's actually not that bad- not too exposing or skimpy. Definitely black with accent colors to match him. Probably a collar or choker since you're official.

Oh yeah, you're official. He doesn't do casual well. Very jealous and even if you're not in a true romantic relationship, you probably shouldn't date anyone else just in case.

He has a very base set of rules on how to behave that he expects you to just know. Break rules at your own fucking peril. He gets off on sexual punishments. I'm talking leashes and not being allowed to cum.

Really, if you're sweet, complimentary and genuine with him, he will melt like putty in your hands. He'll get you whatever you want as long as it's within means. Stroke him off while kissing his face and he'd probably kill someone for you.

Burton

You should possibly rethink your life choices on this one. Maybe.

Look, I'm not saying you can't be a sugar baby to him, but just because you CAN. doesn't mean you SHOULD. but hey I'm not your fuckin mother.

Sex on demand, pretty much anywhere. He used to live in a sewer/abandoned zoo, he doesn't have high standards on where it is and is not okay to fuck. And you'll be fucking a lot. He's got a fingering trick to show you...

Don't be shocked that he's not shy having sex in front of others. If anything, it's a turn-on for him to show you off.

He likes skintight clothes that show off every single curve and bump on your body. You got it, you should flaunt it. That or fluffy and soft. Definitely cutesy.

There's times you have to think on your feet around him given his business, but honestly? He kind of likes you playing dumb with big fluttering eyelashes and all you want is him. It makes him feel good.

He kind of just tosses money at you every once in a while, or you can just ask? Like, you can tell him what you're going to spend it on, but honestly, he doesn't care.

You make his day a bit brighter, make him feel handsome, and ignore the way he eats. Its all a good transaction and he figures you've done your part of the deal.

Sometimes... sometimes he wishes it was real.

Arkham

Ice, ice baby- you are going to be high end fashion and dripping in jewelry. Huge fur coat (or faux if you have some kind of thing about that, he says), always warm for the Iceberg Lounge. You LOOK expensive.

Even as a sugar baby, you're representing him, his image. He wants you to look like you've just walked out of one of his prized "collection" tanks. A treasure no one else can have.

You need to be tough to be in his orbit. He's sweet to you, of course, but he will murder and maim in front of you like it's nothing. You can have moments of weakness, but if he thinks you can't stomach it, sorry luv, but you're just not cutting it. A final check and a goodbye.

He's going to judge you if you spend your allowance money on stupid shit. In his mind, it should be useful or going towards things you know he likes (read: lingerie he likes to surprise him.) If it's school in particular, he wants to know your grades.

He's surprisingly the least sexual of the penguins on this list. Part of it is age, part of it is he's busy. You're a status symbol of a family legacy long lost. If he likes you enough, he'd probably consider paying you to have a baby to continue the Cobblepot name.

He'd marry you too, of course. But the way he says it is all very transactional. He doesn't expect you to feel anything for him, so it's better for him to not get too invested emotionally.

It makes it hard to connect with him outside the events he takes you to and the times you are physically pleasing him. If you can, though, you'll find he's very fond and protective...

#dc penguin #smut #burton penguin #arkhamverse penguin #2022 penguin #gotham penguin #penguin x reader #foxwriting

[theygotlost]

What do you think of the Hitchhiker’s Guide movie?

My dad really likes it (I think I remember him saying he likes it more than the book) but I don’t care for it and it is a matter of debate for us

well i just finished rewatching it just now so here's all my thoughts fresh out of the oven!

I don't like it. it's bad and not good. at best it's just mediocre. I hateeeeee that they forced an arthur/trillian romance its so annoying and insufferable and NOTHING. ITS SO LAME. especially cause trillian also became a damsel in distress and I just had to roll my eyes back into my head.

ig the book didn't have enough content to adapt into a feature film so they added an entirely original midsection with that creepy guy named kamala harris or whatever his name was and the entire time i was just like uhhh wtf is happening and why are we here. as a result the ending feels pretty rushed to me.

there were a couple of new additions that I thought weren't half bad though. like the flyswatters on the vogon planet that slap you every time you think for yourself and marvin using the point of view gun to give the vogon army acute depression. those were pretty good.

and who the hell cast this movie? zooey deschanel as trillian sucked ass. I don't like her or her scary blue eyes or her lackadaisical #californiagurl performance. mos def is also a terrible actor and not a convincing ford at all. martin freeman at least has the appropriate depressed british white man vibes to be arthur but i hate looking at his face cause it just reminds me of sherlock.

zaphod is the one I have the most to say about. I actually do like sam rockwell's zaphod because he looks the part and is appropriately sleazy. and I liked his outfits and accessories (though imo there was too much black and I would have preferred more bright colors and patterns). I especially love his combo of nail polish and this little gold chain thingy on his hand. just a nice lil slutty detail.

I'm completely baffled by his choice of a southern american accent though, where'd that come from? is it supposed to be like a bill clinton hillbilly president type deal or something?

and of course there's the elephant in the room regarding his heads. oh christ almighty how I hate the way they handled his second head. I get that it would have been harder to pull off the normal 2 heads side by side in a convincing way for the entire movie (its 2005 and the cgi in this movie looks fake as shit), but good lord every time his second head popped up from below seriously made me want to retch. its sickening to look at and sickening to think about and it's just way more awkward than the more straightforward solution. I also think it's strange that the movie added an explanation that zaphod created the second head during his campaign to store all his uncharismatic traits??? why can't he just be an alien with 2 heads??? I ALSO seriously hate how the other head is all CRAZYYYYYY AND WEIRDDDD AND INSANEEE ASYLUMMMMMM it's not funny at all it's just really hard to watch.

all these issues are kind of surprising given that douglas adams is credited as an executive producer AND screenplay writer? which is also weird since the movie was released 4 years after his death? I have no idea what the production of this movie was like and I'm afraid to find out.

[mrs-gauche]

So, I had planned to write a comment on the three published synopses of the upcoming comic series "The Missing" (first volume to release on January 25th btw!), but since @felassan​​ kinda beat me to it and already wrote amazingly detailed posts summing up everything and elaborating further on what I fail to put into words lol, I'm just gonna add my pointless ramblings poor two cents to it now, I guess. 😶

(Beware also of spoilers for Tevinter Nights, Absolution and the comics under the cut!)

(Thanks Dark Horse btw, for already giving away half the plot with these, jeez 😂)

First off, when I first read the second synopsis, not gonna lie, I was genuinely surprised that Solas turned out to be the "former friend" in question. 😂 I know, it was kinda the obvious answer, but maybe that's why I wasn't really expecting it? I think the title also lead me a little astray here? Assuming that the title is actually referring to Solas.. Given the circumstances, referring to Solas as "missing" would be.. pretty funny and also more than a litte strange to me, actually? lol It would definitely raise a few questions here...

So, let us assume that the theory about the eight year timeskip since Trespasser turns out to be true. Have they (the Inquisition) been searching for Solas this entire time? And if that's the case, why is that so funny to me? 😂 (Especially considering the whole ending of Tevinter Nights, even though we can't really tell when exactly that last chaper took place.. Imagine they've been searching for him for the better part of a decade, and then he just pops up with a silly wig and a fake french accent at some tea house one day. lmaoo)

Furthermore, why is it *only* Varric and Harding that seem to be conducting this search? You would think that for something as crucial as finding the person that announced to destroy the world, there would be a few more people on this search than that? lol So, what's the rest of the remains of the Inquisition doing then? Are there several teams searching in different places maybe? To expand this search as far as possible? Maybe they're trying to keep a low profile by searching in teams of two, since it would reduce the risk of Solas finding out about what they're up to? I mean, wasn't that the whole reason for why they even said they needed to "find someone Solas doesn't know"/never sees coming at the end of Trespasser, to try and keep him in the dark about any efforts against him?

Also, speaking of Varric. Assuming that this story takes place after Absolution now, the ending of the series could explain why Varric left Kirkwall and his position as Viscount? Maybe, aside from trying to stop the obvious threat/end of the world, they are now desperate to seek help/information/any answers from Solas on what to do against the corruption of the Blight and the red lyrium spread? (Because if there's *anyone* who would know something, it's him right?) What does the state of the world look like in regards to the Blight and red lyrium in general after a potential eight year timeskip?

Okay, so why would they be searching for Solas in the Deep Roads beneath Marnas Pell then? Honestly, when I read this the first time, my mind (as always lol) immediately went back to the red lyrium idol again. And no, I still don't believe that a single thing about the Bard's tale in Tevinter Nights actually happened (but that's just me). lol So, assuming this happens after the end of TN (and Solas isn’t already in possession of the idol like he claimed), he would still be searching for that flippin thing now, wherever it may be. (How could the idol end up in the Deep Roads beneath Tevinter you ask? No idea. 😂) But I also can't forget about the ominous "Hunt of the Fell Wolf" poem from the Jaws of Hakkon DLC that talks of a demon wolf (Solas?) in a "labyrinth of winding cave" (Deep Roads?) where there's an "idol that could prove the monster’s doom"(!! Coincidence?? I think NOT! lmao).

Btw, wouldn’t it be kinda funny though if Solas was searching for the idol now, while Varric who found the idol with Hawke in the first place, is now searching for Solas? lol

So, what's the plan here exactly? Assuming they would be successful, in which case Varric and Harding find Solas and then.... what? You're telling me Varric and Harding are gonna tie him up and talk him out of his endeavors? 😂 Single-handedly kill him? Torture him with tea? Spy on him? Reminisce about the Inquisition days? lol I honestly think it's more likely that they would try to talk to him, being former friends and all, unless they have some type of super secret weapon against him that we don't know about yet.

So what *would* Solas be doing in the Deep Roads beneath Marnas Pell? (Besides, you know, painting yet another teaser trailer thumbnail for YouTube. lol)

(Our man has been procrastinating hard for the past eight years, painting as many Deep Roads cave walls as possible to avoid going through with his plans. lmao)

It's also worth to remember that a lot of Tevinter was actually build on the ruins of old Elvhenan, which could explain why there are still places with names like "Solas" to be found on the map. (And btw, what is it about this place that lead to it getting this name, anyway? I mean, that name practically guarantees for this place to become relevant in some form down the line in DA4, right? Especially since Solas' line about how he supposedly came from a "small village to the north" won't ever leave my mind and we all know that this man is always telling at least half the truth, so.. could he have been referring to the place literally called Solas, if that's his place of origin or would that be too much on the nose? 😂) Anyway, it definitely raises the question on how old some of these Deep Roads beneath Tevinter actually are and if there could be structures found beneath it that even precede them (like what we saw in The Descent)? And maybe that's part of the reason why Solas would go there..?

Anyway, since none of this actually seems to matter now, because as it turns out in synopsis two, apparently Solas wasn't there after all. 😂 Next stop is Vyrantium and an encounter with "deadly Antivan Crow assassins", which is interesting, since the last we heard of Vyrantium and crows, it was in the "The Wigmaker Job" in TN. Additionally, the cover of volume two features two characters that kinda look like the crows Teia and Viago!

I'll be honest, I had completely forgotten that Teia and Viago even made an appearance in Deception. lol But the look does kinda match? So the question is, what lead Varric and Harding to go from the Deep Roads to Vyrantium and then to the Arlathan Forest?

So, the Arlathan Forest. Again, please check out felassan’s post for more information, they’ve done a fantastic job to write down every important bit to know here. Much like Teia and Viago, it was also featured in both TN and one of the short stories “Ruins of Reality”. As were the characters Strife and Irelin! Could they be the mysterious “Veil Jumpers”? What even is a Veil Jumper, anyway (felassan gave some pretty cool speculations on this!)?

Former DA4 Creative Director Matthew Goldman made an interesting comment on a fanart once, that lead people to speculate that the group of people we've seen in a lot of concept art are called “Veilfire archer”?

..Which does sound to be in the same vein as Veil Jumper, so could they all be part of the same group of people/an entirely new faction even?

(Notice also the recurring background with the golden/autumn leaves. Reminds me of the leaves and branches seen on the (now removed) vinyl cover (showing the Black City *cough* Arlathan *cough*??).)

And lastly, what is this "crucious stone" and how does it relate to literally anything? lol While felassan did speculate about a potential link to Latin/Tevene, someone else pointed out that "crucious" is literally Greek for "crucial". So.. plot crucial stone? lol As in, literally another MacGuffin? (Red lyrium idol, you're getting competition lol) The fact that it's Greek is interesting to me, given that we've been speculating for a while now that BioWare seems to take a lot of inspiration from Greek mythology for anything regarding the ancient elves. 👀 And since we *are* in the *Arlathan* forest here after all, maybe that's where the connection lies..?

People have also pointed out that, based on the track Varric and Harding have been taking so far, first Marnas Pell, then Vyrantium and now the Arlathan Forest...

...assuming that, if they were to go further east, they would end up at the White Spire, which is why some people assume that this is where Solas has to be now. lol

I mean, anything is possible! We know next to nothing about the White Spire (not to be confused with the White Spire in Orlais btw lol), other than it's an Antivan mountain north of the city of Brynnlaw, so there is really nothing else to go on as to why Solas would even be there.. But considering how they are marketing this comic as a direct tie-in for DA4 and there’s still one volume to go (I think?).. Maybe we do end up knowing where Solas is at the end of this comic and this will segue directly into the beginning of DA4 somehow?

(I also want to mention that Rivain is also right next to the White Spire when going even further east. Rivain being also where the main base of a certain guild of treasure hunters is located. Lord of Fortune has been a very popular candidate for the potential next protagonist for a while now. Just saying... 👀)

#''two cents'' it said.. followed by a goddamn essay lmao #I'm sorry 😂 #again please check out felassan's posts though because it's much more elaborative! :) #also I'm a sleep deprived German who sometimes forgets how English even works lol #dragon age the missing #dragon age absolution spoilers #tevinter nights spoilers #tevinter nights #da4 #dragon age 4 #tinfoil time

[forthedancingandthethriving]

So feel free to ignore this if you already have plans for where Tiresias ends up but:

There is one person in Harmonia who "Damien's" rewrites definitely don't hold any sway over ('cause, you know, she's from another universe so she's not in the system and wouldn't have had any reason to know who the hell the crown prince of the "Loser Nation" was anyway. plus, you know, the fact he creeps her out.). And while a little lost Changeling with a clouded future, so wrapped up in her own pain and darkness that she can't see what's right in front of her whiskers, wouldn't have been her first choice after just leaving the jaws of a Snake, she's the one who finds a blind woman wandering alone in the mountains and offers help without a second thought (in that frankly atrocious fake accent of hers of course). It doesn't hurt that her "secret" lair under the castle (only secret in that nobody ever uses the tunnels besides her, and thus haven't seen what it looks like in there) is surprisingly homey, and definitely doesn't hurt that her parents king and teacher are wary of their new neighbor due to seeing how she reacts to him whenever they cross paths. Though given they're both as convinced of his prior existence as everyone else, only distrusting him for mundane reasons, Tiresias is still more comfortable with the distance the lair provides in case the Snake figures something's up and decides to tighten his coils around the couple.

For Dapple's part, while Oracles (especially the really cryptic ones) tend to grate on her (she was a very straightforward person as the original Arle, and she's a very private person now even outside of the secret identity stuff, so people speaking in riddles or knowing more about her than they should ticks her off), there's a lot about her new "roommate" that reminds her of her grandmother in a way that's...oddly comforting, rather than painful like most reminders of her old life (not that she'd actually mention that. mostly because she genuinely can't tell how old Tiresias is and doesn't want to risk calling her old in case she's like. only in her early 30s or something).

Aw, wait I love this a lot! Especially the mentions of Dapple's future being fuzzy, and how wrapped up she is in her own darkness. Tiresias would definitely enjoy being around Dapple after a little while, and she maybe even try to help steer Dapple on the right path when she thinks she can.

I really was at a standstill for what to do with Tiresias, so this is great. Thank you! :D

#oc: tiresias #doppelganger arle #!asks! #fren! #duckapus

[notsve2]

TRADITION!

Fiddler on the Roof - October 13th

Fiddler on the Roof follows Tevye (Played by John Payonk) and his family in the traditional Jewish town of Anatevka, Russia, in the time leading up to the expulsion of Jews in the area by the Tsar. Throughout the show, Teyve’s three eldest daughters, Tzeitel (Ally Dods), Hodel (Mia Bergstrom), and Chava (Amelia Burkley), get married, with each relationship being more unconventional than the last. It emphasizes the conflict of upholding tradition in the ever-changing world. In the opening number, “Tradition,” it became apparent that this show was comedic, which is something that I did not expect it to be. This opening number also displayed a beautiful choice in production design, with the exception of the very apparent and fake beards, which would only be continuously amplified as the show continued. The combined aspects of stunning designs and strong performances, especially by the male leads, created a world that I had never experienced before and felt deeply connected to.

The technical aspects of the show were a favorite of mine. The set, in particular, was visually appealing yet functional at the same time. At all times, watercolor trees adorned the sides of the Proscenium arch, decorated with flowers made of what looked like a tissue paper-like material and hung by chicken wire. The materials allowed for the reflection of light depending on the scene and setting. Hanging over the center-left stage was a circular structure often used as a moon or sun. The simple yet intricate details made the stage feel alive yet had enough room for the large cast. The set pieces, often chairs, tables, or structures, were easily transportable but effective in displaying a new location. This allowed for simple and quick changes between scenes. The most impressive of these was Teyve’s house, which is first seen by the exterior but is opened to reveal the fully furnished interior, which allowed for a new, detailed location in only seconds. For such a long show with many distinct locations, decisions like these were necessary to keep the flow of the show. It is comparable to a show I saw last year, Much Ado About Nothing, wherein this was a significant flaw in the production.

The actors' performances were good, and it felt like they had a genuine familial connection. It was most displayed, expectedly, from Tevye and his wife, Golde (Eva Devirgilis). Altogether, the ensemble of the characters worked well to show the deep connection of the Anatevka Community, especially in Act 1 during “Sabbath Prayer” and during the end of Act 2, “Anatevka.” The comedic and exaggerated performance of Lazar Wolf (Scott Wichmann) was entertaining and, more importantly, allowed for a more significant impact when he and Teyve said their goodbyes at the end of the show.

One of the more odd decisions was the vocal mannerisms of two characters in the show, Tevye and the Rabbi’s son (Nick Richardson). Throughout the entirety of the show, Tevye bore a Russian accent. This is expected, as the show does take place in Russia; however, no other actor shared this accent and instead spoke with an American one. I summed this down to the actor possibly being Russian, but this was not true when he gave a remark after the show. Similarly, the Rabbi’s son had a very effeminate voice whenever on stage. This would not normally stick out, but it did not align with the given circumstances or the morals of his character, being one of the more, if not most, traditional characters seen in the show. Despite these odd choices, they did not hinder my overall opinion of the show, but the second did distract me a few times.

Overall, this is definitely my favorite show I have seen by far. Every aspect was phenomenal and any hindrance to the show was minimal. I would definitely recommend anyone to see a production of Fiddler on the Roof.

#fiddler on the roof #musical #musical theatre #musicals #theatre

[starlitangels]

Kept Her Safe

Pups AU! Lil continuation of Keep Her Safe because Gabriel needed to come check on Micah 2.5k words

—

Sam and I jumped out of the truck, slamming the doors, and immediately Sam was at the door to the house, rushing inside. “Micah!” he shouted as I ran in behind him. I shut the front door behind me, gave a brief "Hi,” to Vincent, his partner, their daughter, and both of Sam’s progenies, and ran upstairs after him.

By the time I made it up to Micah’s room, Sam had gathered her to his chest, tears sliding down his face and into her blue hair. He was clinging to her like she might dissolve if he let go.

Outside of shifting, my knowledge of magic was pretty minimal, but I’d been healed by magic plenty enough to recognize the feel of the echoes of it clinging to Micah’s Core. Given she only wore a tank top, I could see plenty of scrapes and bruises still lingering on her skin. Apart from the vibrant blue hair, she looked a lot like me when I was her age. And even though she was 5′8″, a mere four inches shorter than Sam, she looked so small huddled up against his chest.

I sat down on the bed behind her, wrapping my arms around her and Sam.

“What in hell were you thinkin’?” Sam whispered, sounding terrified. Micah tentatively reached up and wrapped her arms around Sam. Her breath shook.

“They were three hostile vampires, Dad,” she said. The California accent she usually faked was gone, leaving her Dad’s full Southern one that she naturally talked with. Sam had done the vast majority of teaching her how to talk, so it was no surprise that she talked with his accent. “Rose and I were out in the forest. Just wrestling. Playing around. I… I couldn’t—” She choked on a sob. “I couldn’t let them get close to Rose.”

“Why didn’t you just call for Vincent? He woulda heard you,” Sam said.

Micah shook her head. “I didn’t have time to think,” she said. “I had to act.”

Sam actually smiled, meeting my eyes. Your daughter, he mouthed. 

I gave him a snarky raised eyebrow. Yours too, I mouthed back.

“I know you’re talking about me,” Micah muttered.

I rubbed her back soothingly. “Your dad’s just pointing out that that’s exactly what I would have done.”

She sniffed. “You’re not... mad at me?” she raised her head off Sam’s chest, amber eyes meeting my gaze, then Sam’s.

“Oh, trust me, little darlin’, I’m livid,” Sam said. He hadn’t called her little darlin’ in quite a while—though it usually came up when she was acting like me the most. “But it’s because I was scared for you. You’re our baby girl.”

Micah squirmed. “Dad, I’m seventeen,” she mumbled.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re still my little girl and always will be.”

She grumbled a little bit, leaning forward into Sam’s chest again and he chuckled. He met my eyes. “She sounds just like you,” he said to me. I smiled. He reached up and scratched the back of her head. “And, rest assured, the lecture’s comin’ later.” He was still holding my gaze. “But, I think I can speak for both of us when I say that we’re proud of you, too.”

Micah sat up to meet Sam’s eyes. “What?”

Sam tugged on a lock of Micah’s hair, winding the wave around his finger the way he did when she was really little and it put her to sleep. But only when Sam did it, back then. “It was reckless and stupid—but it was brave. And you kept Rose safe. The way you always promised all-a us you would. You’re the only non-vampire Vincent and his partner trust to babysit Rose alone. And this is why. Rose has no powers—and probably won’t have any until she comes of age if she makes the decision to let her parents turn her. She’s the most vulnerable member of the clan—and you are trusted to make sure that vulnerability is protected.”

“We are proud of you, Micah,” I said. “I, specifically, am amazed that you held your own against three vampires for as long as you did. Especially at your age.”

Micah sniffed. “Thanks,” she said.

Sam tugged on the lock of hair again. “Are you ready to come downstairs?”

She nodded.

We helped her up. I caught Sam assessing her injuries the moment the blankets exposed them. “Who healed you up?” he asked.

“Vincent and Natalie.”

“Didn’t know Nat knew healing magic.” Sam was the only person who ever called Natalie Shaw “Nat.” She was either Natalie or Natty and nothing else. She didn’t like Nat when it came from anyone else. But she’d always let Sam call her that.

“Uncle Vincent said she doesn’t, but that she let her magic follow his. Said it was her dad’s idea. David’s.”

Sam’s eyes glazed over for just a moment. He was remembering the Inversion. When he taught David how to let his magic flow free behind Sam’s healing magic to save Asher’s life. “Oh,” he said. “Alright.” I squeezed his hand.

Together, we helped Micah downstairs—where she was immediately grabbed by Rose and held tight. “You’re okay!” Rose exclaimed. Micah leaned back into me to stay steady and wrapped her arms gently around her cousin. I held onto her, closing my eyes, grateful everyday she had so much of Sam in her that she wasn’t a carbon copy of me. Micah and I were a lot alike. I had no room to lecture her for taking on three vampires at once at her age and I knew that. We were both reckless, headstrong, and stubborn.

But where I had wanted to make sure Micah was raised to be tough and capable of taking care of herself and protecting the people she cared about, Sam had wanted to make sure Micah was raised to be kind and caring. And by God had she inherited Sam’s heart. And I was grateful every damn day that she had. It meant she hadn’t suffered loneliness like mine when I was her age. Micah just knew how to connect with people—make friends and trust them to have her back. Every time I came downstairs some Saturday morning to find her and Natalie in their wolf forms asleep on the living room floor, curled up on either side of Danny Greer, I was almost overwhelmed with joy.

Yes, my daughter took after me a lot. But she was also so much like Sam that I could trust her not to make the same mistakes I had.

Micah squeezed Rose tighter. “I’m okay,” she agreed.

“Dad said you were really hurt,” Rose said.

Micah pulled on one of Rose’s pigtails. “I was. But your dad fixed me up just fine.”

Rose snuggled against Micah’s chest. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she mumbled.

“Me too, Ro.”

—

Vincent, his partner, Rose, and Sam’s progenies had all gone off to their respective homes an hour previous when a knock echoed off the front door. Micah looked up from where her dad was healing a bruise on her arm. Her shifter parent got up and went to answer the door.

“Gabriel. I assume you’re here to see Micah?” they said. Ever the blunt one.

Micah looked up. Sam gave her a gentle smile. She’d told both of her parents that she hadn’t wanted Gabriel to see her downed—the same sentiment she’d told her uncle when she first found out Gabriel wanted to see her. So Sam had started to mop up the last of her injuries. Most of her skin was clear of the remaining scrapes and bruises.

“Hey Tank. Yeah, if I can.”

“Micah, door’s for you.”

Micah got up and went to the door.

Gabriel was standing there, picking at one of his fingernails. Micah stepped out the door and shut it behind her. “Wanna sit?” she asked, putting her Dahlian accent back on.

She sat on the porch stairs. Gabriel folded himself down next to her. “How... how are you?” he asked. Micah opened her mouth, narrowed her eyes, and closed it again. “That’s a dumb question. Sorry. You just got beaten to hell by three vampires. Don’t answer that.”

“No, no. It... I... I’m okay. Uncle Vincent, your sister, and my dad patched me up pretty well.”

“Was your dad’s lecture one for the books?”

“He hasn’t given it to me yet. But it probably will break a record for me.”

“Temper level or length?”

Micah paused. “Yes.” She snickered.

Gabriel snickered. “I know he can hear us, but I like seeing you smile.”

Micah’s grin widened. “Thanks.” She cast her eyes down the porch stairs, not meeting Gabriel’s piercing green gaze. Gabriel’s eye color was identical to his dad’s, but nowhere near as sharp or stern. Even so, Micah didn’t want to meet that concerned look.

“Hey,” Gabriel entreated gently. She saw his hand extend into her vision, asking to hold it. She slid her fingers between his. She was taller than average and toned, but Gabriel was much bigger than she was, and his hand dwarfed hers. His was warm and callused. He had fewer calluses than she did, but he had the same calluses all shifters had. A tougher palm and finger pads as a result of running in wolf form. This wasn’t the first time she’d held his hand, but it was the first time since... since he took her to the Solstice Ball his last year at their high school. And before that since they were little kids and he’d held her and his sister’s hands to help them cross a street. “Look at me, Micah, please?”

She looked up at him finally. He was giving her a soft look. “Hi,” she said.

He gave her a little smile. “Hi,” he replied. “Micah, what you did... Natalie told me what your uncle told her about what you did. Three vampires. By yourself. I...” He took a deep breath. “I know Danny and I tend to give you a hard time. A... a harder time than we give my sister or Evelyn. I just... we’ve always felt responsible for you. You’re my baby sister’s best friend—”

“And I’m the most reckless,” Micah finished, looking back down the porch stairs. “I know that.”

“That’s not... what I meant. I... I wanted to say... I’m sorry. I’ve been too hard on you for a long time and...” He took a deep breath. “I... I’ve been harder on you than Danny because... you know I like you. I’ve had a crush on you since I was sixteen. And... well. I am my father’s son, I guess. I get... protective.” 

Micah squeezed his hand, but didn’t say anything. Part of her mind always hated the fact that she had feelings for Gabriel—because what was more damn cliché than having a crush on her best friend’s older brother?

But how could she not? He was sweet and kind and gentle and mild-mannered and the closest thing their generation of the pack had to a voice of reason, apart from Danny. He’d just always been there. Been kind to her for as long as she could remember, even when he was giving her and Natalie a hard time.

How could she not have grown feelings?

Gabriel returned her tightened grip. “When Natalie called me and told me what happened... I was so scared. Part of me knew you’d be fine. You’re the toughest of all of us. But part of me was terrified that we’d lose you. That... I would lose you. Before I even got the chance to act on my feelings. Properly. The way I always wanted to.”

Micah met his eyes, one eyebrow raised ever-so-slightly. Waiting. Gabriel was raised right by the Shaws—if he wanted to kiss her, he’d ask permission first. That emerald gaze flicked over her, taking in her face. Pointedly avoiding her lips. “Are you going to act on them?” she prompted when they held each other’s gaze for a solid fifteen seconds and he hadn’t moved an inch. “Your feelings?” What could she say—she was as blunt as her parents sometimes.

Gabriel closed his eyes and looked away. “Not yet,” he said.

Micah pulled her hand out of his grip, heart smarting, stinging with rejection. “Thanks for coming by,” she said, pushing herself to her feet. “But I’m fine.”

“Micah, wait—” He reached out and caught her wrist. Just briefly enough to stop her, but not enough to force her to a halt. He stood up. At 6′5″, he towered over her. “You’re not eighteen yet. I turned twenty a few months ago. I’m pretty sure it’s technically illegal—not even counting all the hell Natalie would give me about ‘robbing the cradle’ or whatever. That’s why I’m not going to act on it yet. That’s why I’ve never acted on it. You’re so much younger than me—”

Micah scoffed. “Two-and-a-third years is not that much, Shaw.”

“In the grand scheme of things, no. But when we’re this young and around the age of adulthood it can feel like a lot.” He slid his hand down from her wrist to take her hand and brought it up to his face. “When you’re eighteen, I’d love to take you out on a proper date, if you’ll let me,” he promised. He pressed a careful kiss to her knuckles. “It’s just a couple months away.”

Micah’s smile was small, and still a little hurt, but it was there. “Then I guess I have something to look forward to,” she said.

His answering grin was relieved. “I’m glad you’re okay, Micah. And I’m glad you kept your cousin safe. I know your family means a lot to you. I’m glad you were able to... do what you did.”

“Thank you, Gabriel.”

“Gabe.”

“What?”

“You can call me Gabe. Just not in front of my parents—or the rest of the pack. Dad always flinches, and so do most older members of the pack who remember my grandpa. Natalie calls me Gabe too, though, so when it’s just the three of us, that’s fine.”

“Why?”

“You earned it. And Gabe is saved for people I care about. And... who I know... care about... me.” He gestured awkwardly with his other hand. “If you want. You don’t have to. I-I-I know you’re probably just used to Gabriel at this point so that’s fine too. It’s just if you wanted to—”

“Gabe,” Micah interrupted. Testing how it felt in her mouth. “It’s okay. If that’s what you want me to call you, then that’s what I’ll call you.”

He lit up. “Really?”

She nodded. “Yeah. And... if you want... my older siblings call me Mikey. Actually—not Frederick. Just the other one. But Rose calls me Mikey too. You can, if you want. In private.” She glared up at him. He smiled.

“Mikey. I like it. Okay.” He raised her hand to his lips again and pressed another kiss to her knuckles. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Me too.”

#Pups AU #Redacted ASMR #Micah Collins #Gabriel D. Shaw #Redacted Sam #Redacted Darlin' #Sam Collins #Darlin' #Starlit Fic

[lifeofa-fangirl]

Finally, finally had time to listen to Rush! entirely. And I'm very, very happy with what they've given us. I won't compare it to the previous albums, because I think we can all agree that's not a fair comparison. Anyone who was expecting/hoping for IBDL or TDI again has been living under a rock.

Spewing out some thoughts in no particular order.

This album was clearly made for international/US markets. I don't think that's a bad thing. I can only speak for Belgium, but they have more or less become a mainstream band here and this is album sounds like a mainstream band.

I will never understand why Supermodel was the first single because it is in my opinion the weakest song on the album. I personally would not have picked Gossip as a single either, even though I like this way better than Supermodel. Though I understand the reasoning, especially since it's their feature with Tom Morello. Just think there are better songs on the album.

Love the flow of the album. The Loneliest is a good note to end on and I think it's interesting how they follow they follow up love songs with negative feelings (Bla bla blah after timezone and Read Your Diary after If Not For You).

I was a bit worried about the variety of sounds on this album, but I actually ended up really like the mix.

Wanna give a big shout out to THOMAS FREAKING RAGGI! It's amazing how much he has progressed over time and how he's not afraid to be front and center and kick ass at it on this album.

Kool Kids... I wasn't a fan at all when I heard the live version. Now hearing this version... It's less bad than I expected, but still not a fan. I don't get the fake British accent and it's just not for me.

The Italian trio? ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I honestly was not expecting Mark Chapman to be in Italian, but I'm happy it is. I'm not mad the majority of the album is in English, cause it's still good and I get why this is the case. But I do hope they'll never completely stop doing Italian songs.

Read Your Diary. Some people need to listen to this and really listen to this and understand. That's all I'll say about that one, it gets all my love.

Don't Wanna Sleep is... again, it's not super bad, but far from my favorite.

Timezone and If Not For You. Ballads are a soft spot for me, but god, I need to find me someone who writes me a love song like this. I cringed a bit over the 'I'm fucking you tonight' line cause it feels so out of place, but in general just lots and lots of swooning.

Own My Mind is the perfect opener and it slays! I hope to get to hear it live soon!

Bla bla bla and Feel made me grin so much. They obviously aren't the most elaborate songs, but they are very Måneskin and fun to me. Baby Said is in the same ball park but better. I have questions that I won't get into, but I'll say I feel it's super catchy and makes me smile big time.

I love how I feel so many references in this album. Both lyrically (Bowie, Beatles, Michael Jackson, ...) but also musically. I'm getting late 90s, early 2000's rock vibes and I fell in love with music as a young teen in that era, so I love the overall sound of this album.

And that's all for now folks. I'm just a very happy camper and very excited to finally see them live in less than a month and a half.

#my two cents #måneskin #rush! #maneskin #Spotify