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moonriverrise · 1 year

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Steve has a secret, well “secret” may not be the correct way to describe it. He has something for himself, thats what. Ever since he stopped playing basketball and doing swim competitions once he graduated he's had way more free time, which at first he filled with shifts at Family Video, or bothering Robin.

Then, when she started school he started doing art more. Which, may come a surprise to many, as he never really talked about his interest in paintings and old art.

Greek sculptures that are able to show life in a still ethereal way, while still being able to twist it at their will. Renaissance oil paintings, capturing tragedy yet still being able to portray it as beautiful, in their own terrible twisted ways.

He likes sketching on paper, painting on canvas. His paintings aren't usually too different from the things he sees around him. Honestly thats the only things he paints, people, his friends, places he goes, things he sees that stick with him, dreams, moments that play on repeat in his head.

Around his Junior year, after the Demogorgon, Steve had turned the sad basement in his sad empty house, into his own space. A place where he can go and do his art, hang it, play music on his walkman, or using the record player he got from a pawn shop a few months prior. Somehow the basement is the only space that actually feels like his in his house, not even his bedroom.

Steve’s art was not very consistent to be honest, mostly the kids and Robin, landscapes that he liked, the Demogorgon/dogs, the Mindflayer (he needs some way of getting those out of his head, and somehow drawing them down feels freeing.) He does have a few paintings of Nancy from when they were together, she’s become less of a model for his work after everything though.

The last time he painted her in a painting alone, was one of that bathroom in a girl he barely knows’ house, a spilled drink on Nancy’s dress, and red solo cups littering the counter.

Steve’s art shifts though, after a moment that will never leave his mind. He knows who Eddie Munson is, obviously. How could he not? Honestly Steve isn't that surprised Henderson and the others befriended the guy, he does run a DnD club.

But then, Henderson needs a ride home after their club meetings because his mom is working late, and then Lucas and Mike’s parents are also asking Steve to pick them up too. Babysitting duty, as per usual.

Steve arrives a bit earlier than he planned. He didn't have any project to consume himself into, hitting an art block begrudgingly. But then, Steve sees Eddie Munson, sitting on a fake throne, watching the kids and other club members argue, he has his chin rested on his fist, and he's wearing a white tank top, showing off his shoulders, given the fact it’s still September.

The lighting of the small theater room captures Steve’s interest like a moth to the flame, and he is regretting having left his sketchbook at home, even though he never draws around the kids or anyone he knows.

Eddie Munson’s face and curly locks fill up the pages of Steve’s journal and some canvases for months after, and Steve rarely genuinely complains about coming to pick the kids up.

Afterwords, months later from that day. Chrissy Cunningham dies, and Eddie Munson almost goes with her. God, or whatever deity that was looking down upon him, was on Steve’s side in that moment, when he was able to revive Eddie and then drag him out of the Upside Down.

Steve gets closer with Eddie after that, they become actual friends. Steve was so used to witnessing his muse from afar, it was so…exciting, to see Eddie in all his glory, just a few feet away, and his smile being directed at him.

“Do you even have any hobbies, Harrington?” Steve blinks. Him, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and the party, are all hanging out by the pool. Steve is lounging on one of the chairs, sunglasses over his eyes as Eddie talks beside him.

“What?” Steve responds.

“I mean…I like barely ever see you do anything besides sort Movies at Family Video, or boss around the kids. Like, what do you do when we're not all together?” Eddie asks, moving his hand a little as he talks. Steve thinks for a moment.

“Funny,” Steve answers instead. Eddie scoffs.

“I'm being serious, man! What do you do?” Eddie laughs a little, most likely at the ridiculousness of it all. What would Steve know, Eddie is like a puzzle, and Steve has to take every minute slowly, deciphering everything he lays out for him, via tongue or action.

“I don't know, what do you do?” Steve says, almost carefully.

“Band stuff, DnD, Writing,” Eddie lists. “And I guess saving the world now, but thats a bit of a side hussle.” Steve scoffs.

“Whatever, man.” And thats that, they don't talk about it again. But it sticks with Steve, because his friends really do think he doesn't do anything with his life. It's not like he has college classes to study for, so what does he do?

Later, maybe two or three weeks after, Steve decides he wants to show Eddie his space. The two of them are alone, Robin is in Nevada, visiting her grandparents, so the trio’s usual movie night is cut down to a duo’s movie night.

Although Steve finds himself mostly focusing on Eddie and his beautiful hair sitting next to him, than watching ET. The little alien scares him a bit anyway. Eddie notices him staring though, his eyes flickering to meet Steves, then a smirk spreading across his lips.

“We are watching a movie, lover boy.” Eddie says. Steve goes red, his gaze shifting to his lap. Steve furrows his eyebrows then stands and shuts the TV off. “Woah! Hey!”

“I want to show you something.” Steve says, it's a bit quieter than he meant it to be, but his tone indicates something to Eddie, which has him staring at Steve, starstruck.

Steve walks out the room and hears Eddie follow him. He gets to the basement door and opens it, flicks on the stair light.

“Basement- woah- okay, guess I'm getting murdered. Thought I’d go out in a more metal way than this.” Eddie says as they walk down. Steve laughs a little and shakes his head.

“I just think you should see this.” Steve says. “Nothing life threatening, I promise.”

“Alright, I trust you, Stevie.”

“Good.”

Steve turns and flicks on the light as they step onto the concrete. The lights flicker on, revealing the paintings on the walls and art supplies on the tables and counters.

“Woah-” Eddie says. “Is this, all your stuff?” Steve sighs, he folds his arms and faces Eddie. He looks shellshocked.

“Yeah.” Steve says. “You said I don't have any hobbies, I do, actually.” Eddie looks around, walking slowly.

“Is that Henderson? Why is he wearing yellow gloves?” Eddie asks. Steve walks over to a painting of Dustin from Steve’s angle while they were walking on the train tracks, a bucket of raw meat is in one hand and he's wearing the headphones for his radio.

“D’Art,” Steve says. “That was when we were leading him away. I made that one after everything happened. I was trying not to think about the Demogorgon stuff and everything, so I just drew him. I have one of Max from that day I never finished painting in a stack I think too.” Eddie doesn't say anything for a minute after Steve is done explaining.

“You can paint.” Eddie says, though not like a question. “These are beautiful…” Eddie looks around and walks to another one he sees. It's one of the Byers and Hopper’s, all hugging while laughing. El looks the happiest. Steve had painted that after they had all gotten together after everything. “Why…didn't you tell anyone?”

“About what?” Steve asks, folding his arms as Eddie brings up a hand to touch the painting.

“This- Steve, you're amazing at this. These are…” Eddie trails off as something catches his eye, he slowly starts to walk towards a big painting propped up behind one of the tables laid out in the middle of the room. Steve walks to him to see which one he's looking at.

An angel, knelt over a puddle, crying as it stares at his reflection, which is blurred and dark. He stands in a forest, his wings are long and huge, sprawling out above him.

It’s one of Steve’s bigger ones, the inspiration came from a dream he had after they had read about Icarus in his english class back in Highschool.

“It’s… magnificent.” Eddie whispers. Steve smiles gently at Eddie’s reaction. Eddie backs up a bit and looks away from the painting. “Is that me?” Steve follows his eye, to the painting. Eddie walks towards it, Steve stays behind him. It’s the first one Steve ever made of Eddie, the one of him on the throne.

“Yeah, it is.” Steve says. “I made that the first night I came to pick up the kids.” He says. “The first time I met you, actually met you.” They share a look.

“You are incredible, Steve Harrington.”

#this was way longer than i meant it to be #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie ficlet #sock meister drabbles #hope yall liked this cuz it got kinda stuck in my head after i had a whole class on art and the renaissance so

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galedekarios · 4 months

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gale & curing the orb - early access

writing my current series of cut content from early access made me think a lot, especially about how curing gale of the orb might have originally worked out if larian had kept to what had been set up in early access. it's no secret that a lot of things were changed or cut entirely, big and small, like for instance halsin's involvement with ketheric's fall, isobel and the shadow curse.

gale's condition, too, seemed different then.

what exactly was different in early access?

while only a few body models were unique in early access, gale's key art showed his left arm in bandages.

in early access, auntie ethel had vicious mockery lines, which hinted what might be beneath those bandages:

Auntie Ethel: I can smell what's under those bandages, wizard. You're all rot and ruin. Come to greet death early? You'll be a lovely spectacle.

we also had information from gale directly as to what happened to karsus in the aftermath of casting his spell:

Player: I was wondering about that “mighty lord” you told me about in your story. Gale: Ah, yes. Karsus Karsus was perhaps the most powerful wizard that ever lived. The child-who-would-be-a-god, the elves called him. And he tried. With a spell of his own devising he endeavoured to usurp in one fell swoop the power of the goddess of magic. Mystryl, she was called then. Imagine what it must have felt like. To be a god. To know yourself to be untouchable. To be mistaken. As Karsus aimed his spell at her she began to unravel, and with her, the entire Weave. Too late did he realize what he had unleashed. It would have been the end of everything had not Mystryl sacrificed herself. Gale: The goddess of magic is all magic. By dying, the entire weave was lost, and the spell that challenged a god failed. It was the end of Mystryl, the end of Karsus, and the end of an entire civilization. As the child-who-would-be-a-god was turned to stone, his empire came crashing down around him. The floating cities of Netheril were no more. An event that came to be known as Karsus’ folly.

which is in accordance with the lore:

Unfortunately, his choice was a terrible mistake, for one of the responsibilities of the deity of magic was to regulate the flow of magic to and from all beings, spells, and magic items in the world. Lacking the ability to do so properly, magic surged and fluctuated. With her last remaining bit of power, Mystryl sacrificed herself to block Karsus's access to the Weave, causing all magic to fail. The flying cities of Netheril plummeted to the earth. The severing of the link also killed Karsus and transformed him into stone, and the last thing he saw was his entire civilization being destroyed because of his actions. This was to be known as Karsus's Folly. The stone form of Karsus eventually landed in a part of the High Forest, now called the Dire Wood. The city of Karse was built around its base. Karsus was never accepted as a petitioner by any god, nor did he go to the Fugue Plane when he died. Instead, his soul was bound to the Material Plane. Those with experience in pact magic could call up his vestige, where he appeared as a giant blood-red boulder, like the one found in the High Forest where his petrified form landed. Blood burbles up from the top of the stone, trickling down the side facing the summoner, pooling at the base. When he spoke, the pool fountained upwards, its height varying on the volume of his voice.

the netherese orb then seemed to have a immediate visible physical effect on gale, in addition to the ones that carried to the full release version of the game.

so putting these clues together, i think it's safe to say that the orb caused gale in early access to be afflicted with some form of corrupted petrification, which makes sense given that it's a piece of magic unleashed during karsus's folly.

at that point, this corruption seemed to be affecting his left arm the most, perhaps either from opening the book containing the netherese magic with it, or trying to shield himself with it - but that's just speculation on my part.

so what did the early access set up in terms of curing gale from his affliction?

gale in early access showed a great interest in the astral plane, especially in the absence of time there. he has several banters with lae'zel, which are still in the game now and showing his vested interest in the astral plane as well as any knowledge or insight lae'zel might offer on it:

Gale asks Lae'zel about the Astral Plane. Has she been there? Gale: Tell me, Lae'zel, what is it like on the Astral Plane? Your home realm intrigues me. Lae'zel: Githyanki lay their eggs on other planes. They cannot mature in the Astral. Lae'zel: I will only be welcomed once I obtain a mind flayer's head.

lae'zel notices gale's interest and initiates a banter of her own:

Lae'zel asks Gale what his interest is in the Astral plane, and he equivocates Lae'zel: Tell me, Gale: what is your interest in the Astral Plane? Gale: Time. Or rather: the absence of it. In the Astral Plane, everything is eternal. Lae'zel: It will be my home soon enough, should Vlaakith will it.

in addition to these banters, which clearly show gale's interest in the astral plane - which now in the full release seems merely academic - hinted at another solution to ridding himself of the orb.

what points to that quite conclusively is gale's dialogue when he reveals the truth about the orb to the protagonist.

this reveal differs quite significantly from the full release version. most notably, the protagonist was able to ask him about his own ideas for a what might be able to cure him from the orb.

gale had something very interesting to say to that question:

Player: What would permanently rid you of the orb? Gale: The orb was kept safe and inert in a pocket of Astral Plane, suspended in time. If I can somehow manage to expel it from my body while in the Astral Plane, it will be rendered inert again. Alternatively, I could learn to control it’s chaotic magic, that is; to succeed where I failed before. But without Mystra’s favour, I don’t see how that may come to pass. Of course there could be different answers as well. Faerun brims with more magic than any one wizard could fathom, let alone comprehend. Who knows what outlandish solutions may yet present themselves?

so what does this all mean?

in conclusion, i believe originally there were either more ways to cure gale from the orb - or maybe even in a different manner entirely - than there are in the full release version of the game (begging mystra to remove it, ascension, or accepting/keeping the orb).

perhaps even one that would circumvent having to beg mystra for forgiveness entirely, without gale having to sacrifice his mortality to do so.

i think these banters and lines of dialogue show that the astral plane, which would have rendered the orb inert and stopped the corrupted petrification of his body, would have played a bigger role in gale's quest.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #karsus #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 meta #bg3 early access #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3

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rosesbxrry · 2 years

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Red Dress and the things in between

Pairing: Friends with benefits! Sunghoon X Rich girl Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), fluff, a dash of angst, friends with benefits to lovers, porn with plot, mutual pining.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap), oral (female receiving), Dom! Sunghoon with a biker history, Sunghoon calling reader ‘princess’ multiple times, Sunghoon has a thing fucking you in pretty dresses, alcohol consumption, smoking (weed and cigarettes), profanities/ lots of cursing, dry humping and mention of voyeurism, mc having rich girl problems, hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else.

Summary: You’ve yet again escape from one of the lavish parties your parents hosted, hoping to find an safe heaven in another party that includes drunk and horny students in a frat house, and maybe from certain someone as well.

“The red dress looks good on you.”

“Thanks, I dyed it with the blood of my enemies.”

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Word count: 7,012 words

Everything feels suffocating.

It was ironic that you think that— puffing out a single drag from the cigarette between your lips, feeling the smoke reach your lungs whilst escaping through your mouth and nose. The window of your car was slightly open, letting in the gush of wind flailing the strands of your messy hair that was once an elegant bun.

You keep one hand steady on the steering wheel, while the other carefully removes the cigarette to tap the falling ashes at the end outside the window sill. The muscle in your body immediately relaxes, sucking in the sentiment of the nicotine coursing through your veins.

Your eyes glance at the time on your dashboard.

1:04 a.m.

You pressed on the gas paddle a little harder. The acceleration was something you were used to. You were always running late to meetings, events and blind dates that your parents set up, including right now— driving to the location of the frat party a few blocks away. In a way, it was on brand for you to be fashionably late to circumstances like these (which was something your parents absolutely loathe).

The frat house in sight was already looking disarranged. You park your Roll-Royce among the common cars that belong to the students inside. As if that wasn’t the only thing that made you stood out; the red delicate couture gown you wore showed skin with it’s spaghetti strap details, the fitting clinched to your waist and flared out to show silver heels adored with rhinestones that clatter against the stone pavement of the walkway

Overdressing is something, you can proudly say, is your expertise.

Last time, you wore a full set vintage skirt-suit to the convenience store, earning you some curious stares. The black and white tweed detail compliments the dark sunglasses you adored, busying yourself with some instant Ramyeon and a can of beer after a very exhausting dinner meeting at some exclusive restaurant.

Don’t get her wrong, the food was exquisite; the chefs have trained for years to perfect the art of culinary and gastronomy in a single plate that could, unfortunately, feed a tiny mouse. At least you were accompanied by some enjoyable wine but with a not so enjoyable company of your parents and their business partners.

When people see you, the only daughter from a family of Nouveau riche, striding through the crowd in a caricature attire from the norm (some call it inappropriate); you’ll know that she had yet again, escaped from the clutches from a terrible evening reception or gala held by her family.

You didn’t even bother the stares and glares from other students as you walked in. How could you? The clothing you wore was magnificent and glamorous, and they deserved to be worn.

“Bitch!”

You grinned when your best friend, Sieun, squealed in shock when she saw you. You didn’t blame her, you did say there was a chance you won’t be able to attend the frat party but here you were, giving her a hug as she pulled you into her arms, a red cup of booze still in her hands.

She pulled you away for a second to look at you up and down. “You look like you came straight out of—”

“—Hell? Yeah, that was the kind of vibe I was going for.” You twirl around to show her your dress, a smug and proud smirk tugging at your lips at your choice of attire.

“I have a feeling your mom did not like that.” Sieun gave you an impressed expression, almost approving of what you had done.

You lean into her with a devilish smile. “She was fucking furious.”

The fit of giggles was befitting between you and her. Sieun had been your best friend since high school; coming from a normal family with a normal beginning. The relationship was rocky at first; she saw you as everyone did back then, a snotty brat from a rich family that could buy their way in every aspect of life.

It wasn’t until she took a part-time job as a waiter at one of the events your family held, did she truly see the real person behind the mask everyone painted you to be. A small mistake leads to spilled champagne on a guest’s dress and Sieun ends up being degraded by the young women.

It wasn’t until you arrived, clayed in another defying attire that distinguished you from the rest, strutting through the crowds of wealthy people who had watched the incident happen. Sieun swore she felt something change in her, watching you take the bottle of champagne from the tray and pouring it on top of the lady’s head.

Your best friend was baffled, almost star-struck when you grabbed her hand hastily by the wrist; the sound of the young woman screaming at the top of her lungs after being humiliated mixed together with your mother’s distant angry shouts. It echoed in the cumbersomeness of the mansion as you swiftly eloped with her from the place.

From there, everything was history.

“Baby! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Sieun’s boyfriend appeared behind, slinging a hand around her shoulder with a beaming expression. While the two enjoy a moment of affection (too much pda for your taste), you clear your throat awkwardly before things could escalate further than your eyes can bear.

“Your highness,” Jihoon bowed in your direction in an almost taunting manner. “What brings the princess here to generously grace us with her presence?”

Sieun nudged him on the stomach with her elbow, causing the male to let out a groan. You let a giggle when Sieun rolled her eyes, winking at your direction at her boyfriend’s stupid antics.

“Just kidding,” Jihoon emphasized in agony through gritted teeth, rubbing his stomach with his palm from the impact. “But seriously though, I thought you had a super duper important rich people event that you needed to go to.”

“I ditch that clown show,” You scoffed, letting out a winded sigh after. “So I came straight to the party for something to relish on.”

“Oh yeah! princess gone wild yet again.” A huge grin made its way on his face, bringing his palm up to high-five you. Though the action was childish (and very boorish for your own etiquette), you reluctantly reciprocate back; trying to hold back the small smile on your lips.

Jihoon might be the embodiment of incompetency (you had always describe him as a himbo which for some reason, causes Sieun to swooned over him even more) but he was also one of the few people who treated you unexpectedly normal, despite the reputation you have— which you sort of form an endearing affiliation to him.

“You guys go and have fun,” You observed the way Jihoon’s arm slipped down to circulate around his girlfriend’s waist, maybe itching to go lower with the way it kept fidgeting around. The way he was pulling her flush against his side— it caused you to purse your lips in an impish manner, slowly reaching out to grab the forgotten red cup in Sieun’s hand. “I’m gonna leave before his boner scars me for life.”

You can see the panic rise in his eyes, but Sieun shooed you away before you could tease him even further— the flush on her cheeks were apparent with the way she turned you around by the shoulder and hastily pushed your back, leading you in the opposite direction.

“Goodbye, y/n.” Sieun promptly answered, unamused at the way you crackled when her flush deepens. You let her push you until you were out of sight— but her last words caught you off guard that you almost trip on your heels.

“Sunghoon would be looking for you if he knew you came.”

And she left you alone to dwell on your thoughts. Of course he would— this frat party after all, was held by the fraternity he belongs to. Belift House made up of many infamous names; Jake Sim, the Australian Math Major known to be the biggest flirt; Lee Heeseung, the elder Music Major with an alluring voice; Jay Park, a Business Major and only son from a family of old money and Park Sunghoon, a Dance Major who happens to be your friend with benefits.

Your relationship with Sunghoon was an unlikely dynamic.

You’ve known each other since high school when he accidentally bumps into you— witnessing a pack of cigarettes tumbling out of your hand on the floor in front of him. This was the time where you still staged an ugly façade of a quiet obedient rich daughter in front of everyone, including your parents, teachers and students alike.

He was the foremost person to realize the act you’ve put out, forming an affable exchange between each other throughout high school. You showed him who you really are while he didn’t mind the real you being shown. His reputation as a troublemaker in school caused him to be secluded from the rest— a student in the morning and an illegal bike racer at night. It seems the both of you were similar one way or another.

The trust you built with him for years solidified when you took each other’s virginity after graduation, and you broke the character you’ve endured to appease your family— which ultimately leads to the current shattered mess of a relationship you have with your parents.

After entering University, both of you continued to sleep with one another several times, more than you can count for the past years. But for some reason, it didn’t break the strong friendship you’ve shared, even if there were other partners coming and going in between.

Once he invited you to watch him race one night— he strode towards you with the utmost confidence and a smirk when he won, clad in a leather jacket with sweat dripping down his forehead. The adrenaline rush you felt watching him race was parallel to his, knowing that you were watching him win.

At the height of that, he brought you to a secluded racing garage and proceeded to fuck you hard against his bike until there were bruises on your skin the next day (he did apologise afterwards). If there was one thing you know about Sunghoon is that being cocky and prideful was the fuel to this roughness, something you can’t deny that turns you on and gets your heart beating.

There was one time you invited him over to one of your private villas with a pool during summer break. The time you spent together was enough for him to notice and realize the male neighbor next door who was clearly interested in you— peering at you from a distance from the windows while you were clad in a revealing bikini while swimming in the pool.

With a smudged smirk, Sunghoon dry hump you from behind in the waters, rubbing his hard clothed dick against your ass while whispering dirty things in your ears about your neighbor who was watching him grinding you like a dog in heat at the side of the pool. His wet swimming trunks rubbing against your bikini bottom had you weak on the knees, but he was enjoying showing off to your neighbor about the things that he can do to you.

As much as Sunghoon liked to put on a show outside, he continued to fuck you in the guest bedroom of the villa, not wanting to give the sick bastard the satisfaction of seeing you in pleasure.

His touches and actions were rough, lips muttering teasing and mocking words to provoke you while his hips were moving in and out of you in a feral manner. Bites and hickeys married your skin, manhandling you in a way that he could ignite the deepest pleasure that gets you mewling and crying in a mess for him.

But the aftercare was immaculate, he did his best to clean you— attending to your needs and wants because Sunghoon himself acknowledged how aggressive and rowdy he can be with you.

It’s gradual, but you’ve noticed how different he holds you from before— his movements are more slow and sensual, kisses on your skin lingering with subtle softness and gentleness. When he releases into you, he prefers to face each other when cumming. Thick eyebrows in a furrow and tender gaze never leaving your eyes, you’ve never cummed so hard at how unnerving he was looking at you.

The butterflies in your stomach never ceased even after he left to run a bath for the both of you.

You don’t deny the attraction you had with him, the sentiment you felt every time you were with him was unfamiliar to you; though you had a suspicion of what that emotion means, the last thing you loathe the most was to be vulnerable, even it means suppressing that feeling described with only four letters.

Even among the hundreds of drunk, sweaty students in the frat house, you could pinpoint the male among the crowds even with the obvious silver dyed hair. He don his typical attire of a black t-shirt paired together with dark pants, exuding an captivating aura that lures you in with a single glance, decipher by the flock of interested people surrounding him.

You didn’t keep your gaze on him for too long before climbing up the stairways to the third floor, where you could chamber yourself in a familiar room you’ve been in way too many times.

You didn’t notice the darted glance from Sunghoon watching you from afar.

Sunghoon’s room was always kept tidy and neat in comparison to the other frat boys. You collapsed on the sofa the minute you entered, taking off your heels that were aching your toes. You’ve been in them for far too long during the party that your mother hosted, standing like a piece of statue just mindlessly sipping on wine.

You let out an exhausted sigh, stretching your legs on the coffee table and leaning your head on the shoulder rest of the sofa. You bask in the light scent of Sunghoon’s room that surges and wanes; delicately soft yet elegantly sweet that reminds you of fresh laundry with a hint of his body soap and shampoo in between.

You wonder if you’ve spent too much time in his room (or arms) to be able to distinguish it.

The plan was to hang around until any of the escorts hired by your parents were able to track you down, going from place to place until you were cornered and forced to surrender. So, you weren’t planning on staying for long in the frat house, taking only temporary refuge until you were ready to rendezvous out.

The silent atmosphere of the room soon falters as the sound of the door opening cuts through. You didn’t need to look to know who had entered.

“What are you doing here?” you sang, watching as Sunghoon closed the door and made his way to the sofa.

“Do I need to have a reason to enter my own room?” he raised his eyebrow, sitting down on the space beside you so close to that the skin on your shoulder brushed against the fabric of his shoulder. “I brought a peace offering.”

You curiously glance at the side when he holds a piece of joint between his fingers, the brunt bud at the end emits smoke that disintegrates into the air. You were a bit surprised seeing the rolled weed between his lanky fingers; Sunghoon was adamant that smoking was not allowed in his room which includes cigarettes as well, considering that he didn’t want the scent to stick to his sheets and bed.

Or maybe it was a way for him to bribe you to stay longer, already used to your nomad tendencies whenever you came after escaping your parents. Either way, it was a treat for you.

You let out a small smile, leaning forward to capture the end of the joint on your lips when he held it out to you. “Offer accepted.”

Sunghoon watches you take in a long drag, the red hues of your lipstick staining the paper. His eyes darted down to the exposed skin of your shoulder, the loose necklace around your neck dangling with soft movements, and the way you leaned in gave him a perfect view of your ample cleavage due to the low cut nature of the dress.

“Eyes up here buddy.” you blew out the smoke out of your mouth into this face, causing him to smirk at your antics.

“You certainly dressed aptly for the occasion. The red dress looks good on you.” he leans into the sofa, hands outstretched on top of the backrest behind you. He took the time to take a puff himself.

“Thanks, I dyed it with the blood of my enemies.” you could feel the small movement of his arms behind you, feeling the substance reaching your brain to your bloodstream; muscles relaxing after a few seconds. You don’t usually indulge in such substances, only occasionally enough to not get you addicted. But you do enjoy the euphoric effects it had on you.

“So,” Sunghoon dragged out, letting out a puff of smoke. You could tell it was his first joint of the day by how sober he looked and acted. “Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?”

You let out an amused but strained chuckle, resting your head gently on his shoulder. “My parents were going to announce my supposed engagement without my knowledge.”

Sunghoon’s eyebrow twitched at the news. Something in him felt uncomfortable hearing that but he chose to stay nonchalant about it but inside, he was fuming. He knew there comes a time where your parents would arrange a forced marriage for alliance but hearing it coming out of your mouth, his heart squeezed with agony.

“Who’s the lucky man?”

The side glare you gave him caused him to chuckle. It was obvious he said that as a joke but Sunghoon wanted to know the potential male that your parents had set you up with, probably to appease his ego that he was definitely superior in other criteria than the male even though wealth was not in his favour.

“Justin Woo, you know him right?”

“Never heard of him.”

“Sunghoon,” you pressed, annoyed by his adamant answer. “He's literally from your department, how could you not know?”

He pushed back the bangs of silver hair out of his face. You didn’t catch the way his lips curved into an annoyed smirk. Of course he knew who he was, and that pissed him even more knowing that the guy was definitely equal— if not superior to him if you take money into account.

“And what does he have to do with what happened?” Sunghoon insisted. You decided to ignore his whole ordeal before continuing with your story.

“Basically, he was on the same page as me. He found out about the secret announcement from his nosy sister, practically begging me to do something about it. Poor boy had a girl of his dreams already.” you said.

You remember the way he pulled you to the side, away from the prying eyes from the guests, ignoring the cold stare you were giving him. Justin Woo was not the worst option your parents wanted, there were a couple of other options who were pretty much garbage for your taste. You knew because of the stupid dates your parents forced you to attend.

The others practically sees you as just an object to win over, either it was some stupid bet between their rich boy circle to hang you like an medal or an order from mommy and daddy to seal an alliance with your family.

Justin Woo at least had the decency to read the room and decide to just take you out on a simple dinner date, respectfully announcing that he had no intention of advancing on you. Now you know why, clearly he was not interested in you due to being occupied with another girl.

But the only thing about him was the fact that he didn’t like to defy his parent’s wishes (which peeved you the most). Although he was against the idea of marrying you, he was too much of a coward to handle the disappointment. So with his last resort, he had to ask you to pretty much do anything to stop this from happening.

“So I marched straight to where Mrs. Woo was and told her I was not going to marry his son and that her husband had been snooping around with a younger woman behind her back.” you continued. “I said that not because I wanted to but because Justin thought it would be something extra that could completely put the engagement to an end.”

The way Mrs. Woo's face turned into an ugly shade of red at your words— the moment made you fear for your life until you saw a look of acceptance in her eyes before she left in search of her cheating husband. It finally dawned on you that she must have suspected an affair a lot earlier, and your words only fueled her suspicions even more.

You left early before the storm, and the plan that you and Justin conjured up in alliance worked when the announcement was never made in the party. Let’s just say the agreement between the parents was not fulfilled due to the commotion and you were sure your mother had permanently removed the Woo family’s son from the marital candidates in hopes of avoiding further issues in the future.

Sunghoon snorted, “That was something, alright.”

“He must have really loved that girl to be able to ruin his parent’s marriage like that.” you mused absentmindedly, falling into a headspace of your own. Sunghoon observed you from the corner of his eyes, watching the way you were picking at the cuticle of your thumb.

“The marriage was ruined the moment his father decided to cheat,” Sunghoon said. “It was only a matter of time before he got caught, which unfortunately for him, by his own damn son.” you nodded in agreement at his words, resting the back of your head on his forearm behind you.

You hated talking about relationships, especially marriages. Your whole life, your mother has set you up with countless potential suitors from different families. Jay would often joke that he might be on that list as well, considering how your mother was poaching for connections at such incredible lengths.

You, on the other hand, did your absolute best to ruin your mother’s plan. You did everything you could to be perceived as an undesirable marriage candidate. Even if it means using the media as a form of material, involving gossip blogs to front pages of paparazzi tabloids; you were the pinnacle of a troubled lady.

Because of this, you were able to delay any form of engagement, but you were sure that your mother had not given up just yet by the looks of it. You don’t want to admit it but, it’s getting to you that she might just succeed.

“Talking about relationships and marriages is a pain in the ass.” you scooch closer to his side, eyes trained on the joint between his finger that was still burning before reaching out with one arm. “I need another smoke.”

“Woah, slow down there. Not so fast.” Sunghoon raised his arm, making sure it was far away from your reach. You place a hand on his shoulder to balance yourself, practically sitting on his lap at this point.

“What the hell! You said it was a peace offering.”

“I take it back.” Sunghoon secured an arm around your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap.

The front part of your body was flushed against his, feeling his body heat radiating and the smell of his musky cologne was intoxicating. He leaned enough until you could count his lashes— faces so close that you could make out the way his eyes were trained on your lips before staring back into your eyes.

“If you want some, you’ll have to cooperate with me. Alright, princess?” Sunghoon taunts, voice almost a sultry whisper. You had to stop yourself from shivering when he called you with that nickname, the sort of edge that hypnotized you the moment he utter those words.

“Fine.” you swallow down the pride clawing out of your throat, causing Sunghoon to lick his bottom lips in satisfaction.

You watch him bring the rolled joint, now almost an inch long, around his lips— dragging a long puff before leaning into your face with expectation. It wasn’t until his nose bumps into yours did you understand his intention, closing the distance and capturing his lips in a kiss.

Both of your hands grips onto his board shoulder, feeling the smoke transfer from his mouth to yours, the substance reaching your brain until you feel lightheaded. Sunghoon’s palm at your back pushes you closer to him, deepening the kiss until it elicits a soft whine from your lips.

It seems that the both of you have forgotten about the small bud that had fallen somewhere on the floor, basking in each other’s mouths until every mass of smoke had escaped, either into your system or in the air around the room.

The way his lips moved in a sensual motion against yours, tongue exploring the cavern of your warm mouth until you could taste a hint of alcohol on your taste buds. His arms nestle on your hips, enjoying the feeling of your fingers tugging at the hair on his nape.

The kiss soon turns sloppy and rough, saliva coating the entrances of each other’s mouth— he was sucking on your bottom lips until you had to forcefully lean back to break the kiss, leaving you gasping for air at the intensity.

“You're hard.” you swallowed down, resting your forehead against his. You felt him poking at your inner thighs and Sunghoon couldn't help but chuckle, staring back at you with lust in his eyes. Something about seeing you with swollen lips glistening with saliva at such a close proximity got him hungry for more.

You felt his fingers snaking under the skirt of your gown, reaching to rub you against your panties. The action causes you to buck against his bulge for friction, feeling him stroking your folds against the fabric of your underwear.

“And you’re wet, princess.” Sunghoon mumbled close to your lips, feeling the wet patch sticking to his fingers. “So fucking wet just for me.”

You whimper when he thumbed your clit, drawing circles around the hard knob until your nails clawed his shoulder for support. He grunts when you move to grind on his bulge, watching you through hooded eyes as you let out a string of moans with mouth agape.

“God, you’re driving me crazy.” Sunghoon hissed when the tight confinement of his cock rubs against the material of his pants with every motion of your hips.

You gasp when he slips past the fabric of your underwear, two rough fingers rubbing earnestly on your damp folds that you had to lean your head back from the pleasure. Sunghoon welcomed the gesture, leaving open-mouth kisses on your exposed neck, loving the way the straps of your dress had fallen down delicately from its place on your shoulder.

Sunghoon’s dirty little secret was that he remembers every detail of all the dresses you wore after a party every time you’ve slept with him.

“I love this dress on you.” He said, pushing you by the shoulder until you lay flat on the sofa on your back. You watch him pull his shirt off, throwing it on the floor before proceeding to bunch the skirt of your gown at the waist. “I can’t wait to fuck you in it.”

He wasted no time tugging your underwear down your legs, shivering when the cold air hit your exposed core. He spreads your legs apart, diving straight into your wet cunt without a second to spare.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, unable to contain your moans as Sunghoon drags his tongue against your entrance, feeling the warmth of the wet muscle swirling itself in between your folds. Your legs were hooked to his shoulder, inner thighs squeezing the sides of his face when you wiggle in an attempt to grind down against his face.

“S-Sunghoon!” you gasped when his tongue prods you hole, the electrifying feeling causes your skin to break out into goosebumps. The weed in your system was causing you to be more sensitive than usual and combined with Sunghoon’s innate ability to know the right button to push your body into ecstasy, you can’t help but tighten your grip in his hair.

The action caused him to meet your eyes when you sneak a glance down at him, feeling the little smirk against your cunt when he saw your glossy eyes, skin flushed and lips panting at every movement of his tongue. With fingers digging into your thighs, Sunghoon drags you down further into his face, loving the smell and taste of your arousal intoxicating him.

“Taste so fucking good.” the way he mumbles— the vibration sending shivers down your spine and you rolled your eyes to the back when he started lapping your cunt with such intensity that the pleasure was overwhelming your senses.

“I’m so close—” the sob that spilled out of your slips was so deranged that Sunghoon had to fight back in keeping your hips down. The hot knot that was building up in you was about to burst— and you're waiting for one final push to make you come undone.

When he moves to inch higher— suctioning his lips around your clit, tongue pressed flat on the sensitive nerve, the orgasm that washes over had you cumming on his mouth with your back arch on the sofa. Your cries filled the empty space of his room as Sunghoon continued licking you through the aftershock of your high.

With one last kiss to your clit (which made you shiver), he softly rested his hands on your bent knee, lifting up from his kneeled position until the sofa deepens at this weight. The way he wipes the corners of his lips with the pads of his thumb, gazing at you straight in the eye and letting you watch him lick the excess slick of your arousal.

The desire that pooled in your eyes got him leaking with precum— as if his boxers weren’t damp already when he ate you out.

“I don’t have a condom with me,” he moved to unbuckle his belt, hastily unzipping his pants from the tight confinement before pulling down his boxers. “Are you on the pill or…?”

You nodded your head, already feeling impatient from his question. “Yeah, I’m on the pill.”

You let it sink in that he didn’t have protection on him. You wonder if he didn’t bring any knowing that you wouldn’t be able to attend the frat party. Sunghoon glance back at you when you fell silent and in an instant, he could already tell what was going on in your mind. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the weed in his brain but he was feeling a little more bold than normal, which was either a good or a bad thing at the moment.

“I wasn’t planning on sleeping with anyone—” he felt the words slipping at the tip of his tongue, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to say the next words right now. With his mind still in a jumble and the fact that you’re looking at him expectantly, his mouth just rolled without much control. “—unless it was you.”

He immediately regretted saying anything.

Sunghoon couldn’t pinpoint the moment he fell in love with you— maybe it was the time you defended him during high school when the owner of the convenience store accused him of shoplifting, which he didn’t, or the time when you called him to whisk you away from a soirees with his motorcycle, driving under the night sky until you fell asleep on his shoulder.

Either way, he didn’t want you to feel obligated to come into terms with your feelings towards him. Pushing this new revelation would only burden you even more, especially when you've always come running into his arms when trouble hits. He didn’t want to take away that safe space from you— he was fine suffering with this affection alone, and he never wants to trade it if it means that you’ll leave his side once you know.

But talking about marriages, engagements, relationships and love? There was something itching in him that you’ll never be his until he tries, and watching you with another person that wasn’t him? Call him selfish but unless you were truly in love with the person and not some kind of agreement that your family did— he wasn’t going to let you go.

“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to say that.” you admitted. He watched you place an arm over your eyes, chest rising and falling as he waited for you to continue. “But I don’t know if I can.”

“I don’t expect you to.” He quickly added on.

“No, you’re mistaken. I want to— I want you so damn much.” you let out a shaky breath and Sunghoon can make out how your fingers were trembling. “But I don’t know if I can love you as much as you love me.”

You were on the verge of breaking down, the sting in your eyes was hurting but it doesn’t compare to the agonizing feeling in your heart. You were just waiting for his reaction but you didn’t expect the chuckle that slips through his lips. You felt his weight on you, callus fingers wrap around your wrist to move your arms away from your face.

“It’s funny you say that.” When you made eye contact with him, faces so close together and lips just a ghost away from each other; you had to hold back the tears in your eyes when he gazed at you with so much fondness that you couldn’t believe that anyone was capable of looking at you that way.

He smiled. “You didn’t even have to lift a single finger to make me feel loved.”

He guided your hand, letting it slip past the curve of his pecs before nestling it at the area where you can feel his racing heart. He thought of everything that you did that made him feel cared, adored, cherished and most of all, the things that you do to make him fall in love with you as the years go by.

It dawned on you, that his heartbeat was beating as fast as yours.

“Are you sure it’s not the weed talking?” you tried but it only caused him to laugh.

He leaned further until the bridge of his nose was touching yours. “If this is what it feels like every time you look at me, I must be high on you.”

He kissed you feverishly like nothing matters anymore; and you welcomed it, feeling the fire igniting in you burning brighter the more he leans forward to capture your lips. Sunghoon slowly descends down to trail kisses down your jaw to the column of your throat, lips so dangerously close to your pulse that it gets your fingers tangled in his silver locks.

It was wet, it was messy— but you love it.

“Fuck.” you can’t help but gasp out, feeling his mouth reaching the swell of your breast before tugging on the material of your dress together with your bra. Sunghoon wastes no time and attaches his lips on your hardened nipple, earning a well deserved moan from you that got him aroused.

“So soft and pretty.” he sucked on the pebbled nub, devouring it like a popsicle on a summer day while his finger played and flicker the neglected nipple. The pleasure got you shuddering underneath him, rolling your hips when you feel his hard cock rubbing against your leg, precum smeared on the underside of your thighs.

“Sunghoon— fuck, I want—” you whimpered when he grazed his teeth on your nipple, causing him to look up against your breast.

“What do you want, princess?” Sunghoon whispered, massaging your breasts with his hands and making sure to thumb the tender nipples in circular motion. “Tell me what you want with those pretty lips of yours.”

“I want you.” you begged, unable to hide the loud moan when he pinch your nipples and rolled them with his thumb and index fingers, holding onto his wrist as he continued to pleasure you with the motion. You move a leg to rub his hard, leaking cock against your thighs and feeling it pulsate. “I want your cock inside me, Sunghoon.”

“Shit.” the desperate groan that elicits out between gritted teeth, bangs sticking to this forehead while he holds your thigh from moving any faster. Prominent veins protruding out from his neck to his forearms as he stared at you with a smirk. “As sexy as it is— if you do that again, you're gonna make me cum.”

Sunghoon relocated a leg to rest on his shoulder while he positioned himself to line up his cock against your folds. “Fuck— look at this pretty pussy. All fucking mine.”

Your finger grips on the material of the sofa when he rubbed the throbbing head against your soak folds. He had to physically stop himself from ramming straight into your hole when he saw your juices mixed together with his precum dripping down your pussy— instead, Sunghoon slowly pushed himself into you.

No matter how many times Sunghoon had fucked you, you couldn’t get used to how big he was— the stretch wasn’t foreign but you wince everytime he pushes into you little by little. The heat in your stomach was getting hotter the more you felt him sink into your walls, feeling his pelvic flush against yours as the pain slowly turned into pleasure.

“Is this okay? Too much?” Sunghoon’s voice was an octave lower, letting out heavy breaths every time your walls throb against his length, the heat felt like he was drowning in a molten sea.

“Feels so fucking good.” you moaned as Sunghoon began to move whilst gripping on your hips, strong thrust accompanied by his grunts got your hips moving to meet him halfway. The noises the sofa was making as he continued to railed you were drowned by the sound of skin slapping and heavy panting that seems to never stop as the intensity of the pleasure heightens.

“You’re sucking me in.” Sunghoon whines deeply. “So fucking tight even after all the times I’ve fucked you.”

He deeps down to rest his weight on you, forearms caging the sides of your face as you wrap your legs around his waist. The position causes your walls to clench against his cock harder, clawing at the muscles of his back with your nails as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot at an incredibly feral pace. You were a sobbing mess underneath him, every vicious thrust of his cock edge the knot in your stomach at its tipping point.

You swore you saw stars at this point.

“I’m gonna cum.” you sobbed, eyes clenched shut, feeling the edge of your orgasm teetering. Sunghoon pressed the side of his face close to yours, thrust turned more desperate and brutal as his own climax was near.

“I love you, y/n.”

The way he says those words— your own name slipping out of his lips, the genuine and heart-wrenching tone of his voice got you realizing, at this point, this was not your best friend with benefits fucking you— this was the man who cherished you from the moon to the back making love to you with his whole heart.

“I love you, Sunghoon.” you rasped out.

The orgasm that hits pulls you apart at the seams, thinning you into pieces of fragile threads that melts as constant waves of pleasure overwhelm your senses. Sunghoon smashed your lips with his— moaning loudly in your mouth that you felt the vibration in your throat, ropes of hot cum filling inside of you that got your fuzzy in the brain.

Your pussy spasm over and over again around his length that had him shuddering in rapture. Your words of confession to him played like a broken record in his mind, and Sunghoon wishes that the both of you could stay in this intimate position forever.

He continues his pace, hips rocking slowly with your body through each other’s high. You’re now seeping at his comforting warmth, fingers trailing soft caresses on the back of his skin. Labor panting soon dies down, and his hips come to stop. Although the high only lasted for a few seconds, the follow up was like bathing in a beautiful afterglow of a sunrise.

The muffled sound of the party was ongoing in the background but Sunghoon paid it no mind to kiss you gently on the cheek, lifting himself up from your body.

“Sorry,” Sunghoon swallowed thickly with guilt, pulling out at you. He gestures to the bunched and wrinkled material of your dress, specifically the skirt. “I think I got cum on your dress.”

You laugh, tugging him on the hand so that he laid beside you on the tight-fitted sofa. He pulled you in his arms, embracing you while you continued to giggle. “I think that’s the least of our worries.”

The both of you laid on your sides face-to-face, eyes fallen deeper and deeper with each other. Between lingering stares, the both of you completed each other like two pieces of puzzle, and the relationship the both of your possessed shared a solidified label—

He is yours, and you are his.

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gravityglitch-blog · 28 days

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Battling art block lately. Here's a quick and messy sketch of Tessa from "Murder Drones", as imagined by me before the, um..."reveal".

In my thoughts, she's a tragic character in a world filled with tragedy. When we first see her, she's panicking to J about people coming to her family's gala. "I've only ever yakked to robots!"

Poor girl probably never had a human friend in her life. She had to watch her only companions, the Worker Drones, be routinely mistreated and thrown away. Which is why I think she started trying to rescue some and thought of them as her friends. She never could have predicted how badly that would go in the case of Cyn and the Solver. Her story is a sad one. She must have been terribly lonely. I can relate to that a little, as I was "the quiet kid" growing up, and had a tough time making friends.

Also, if I had the chance to meet cute little butler N...

...this would be my reaction, too.

#murder drones #murder drones tessa #murder drones fanart #gravityglitch art #tessa james elliot #tessa elliot

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 2 years

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Imagine being told about the new Defence Against The Darks Arts teacher…

The employ of Gilderoy Lockhart was utterly foolish that you hardly had time to process the news when Dumbledore revealed the big ‘surprise’.

Now, you trusted the Headmaster to make sensible choices for the students when it came to the Defence Against The Dark Arts teaching post (excluding Quirrell who had conned you all) but you refused to stand idly by and let a flamboyant fame-struck wizard teach children how to defend themselves.

And so, you ignored Minerva’s warning and argued against Dumbledore’s choice to which the elderly wizard merely chuckled.

“The children would have better luck defending themselves if they were taught by a toad.”

“I think a little change would be refreshing.” Dumbledore had said, patting your shoulder gently as he rose. But upon reading the obvious concern on your face, the man nodded. “If it worries you greatly, I do have a solution.”

You perked up a little expecting him to reconsider the hiring decision.

“Y/n, I’d like you to keep an eye on our newest member during his time here.”

Gilderoy-sitting? That was the opposite of what you had wanted... turning to the wizard with at least four reasons why this idea was terrible, you found that he was already happily humming himself out of the room.

You tried to follow him out but found the path blocked when Severus got to his feet now that the meeting had adjourned.

“Just so you know, you got yourself into this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you for that astute and uncalled for observation.” Over the potion master’s shoulder you saw the tail end of the headmaster’s robe turn the corner.

Damn, you were too late to rush after him and huffed, drawing the attention of the man in the black robes who couldn’t wait to get on your nerves again.

“I would suggest that you pay a visit to Flourish and Blott’s and purchase a copy of ‘Magical Me’ but I honestly think that you might already have the book on your nightstand.”

The look of incredulity on your face came fast. How dare this professor of potions assume that you fell for mindless wizard bravado! Placing your hands on your waist, you scowled at the man.

“I’ll have you know that I do not - nor will I ever - possess a book written by that charlatan. I have ‘standards’.” You told him matter-of-factly.

And, as the two of you engaged in a silent battle of stares, Minerva walked over and placed a hand on your arm, breaking the eye contact. “Gilderoy is to arrive tomorrow morning, I trust that you will be at the station gates to meet him?”

As much as you didn’t want to chaperone the new teacher, you also didn’t want to answer a flurry of questions from both Dumbledore and McGonagall about why the students had no teacher. And so you nodded, agreeing to meet the man the next day.

The older witch sent a small sympathetic smile and pat your arm. “Good luck.” She wished about to walk off when you held her back.

“Why would I need luck?” It wasn’t like you were asked to tame a Zouwu. Minerva looked you over her spectacles, brows creasing into a small frown.

”Did Albus not tell you?” She moved closer and lowered her voice. “In his application, Gilderoy stated that his objective for the end of the year was to - and I quote - ‘woo Y/n’.”

The first thing that you wanted to blurt out was ‘are you serious?’ but it was clear on the witch’s face that this was no jest. Not only would you have to show Gilderoy around this year but you would also need to keep his advances at bay. It was going to be a busy year and the students hadn’t even arrived.

You sent a smile towards the witch and bit back any comments against Gilderoy.

“I look forward to the challenge.”

Minerva nodded, thankful that you decided not to argue and add to her busy schedule. She then turned on her heel and left.

There was a small shadow of black fabric in the corner of your eye and knew that Severus was prepped with some kind of witty, sarcastic remark so before the dark-haired man could get a single word out, you pointed a finger in his face and whipped your head in his direction.

“If Gilderoy makes my life miserable, you’re going to suffer with me.”

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snapeaddict · 7 months

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Snapetober Day 13 - Ephemeral

January, 1998

He had never given much thought to his birthdays. As a child, he got a gift from his mother, although sometimes quite late; at Hogwarts, Lily celebrated with him for five years, but he was not fond of the attention.

It did not matter, really. She did - not the birthdays.

As an adult, Albus, and later Minerva, had taken upon themselves to celebrate, and he had found it terribly annoying. Most times he forgot: the second semester was just beginning, he was flooded with work, having to discipline the students after Christmas was a particularly trying task. He did enjoy the fire-whiskey, though.

In substance, he did not harbour any particular feeling towards birthdays besides a hint of nostalgia, annoyance, and an unspeakable fondness for the bright socks Albus got him every year. They were always accompanied by a thoughtful present, but the socks amused him greatly: Minerva had instituted a ranking that started off with the ugliest pair until it reached the most passable one, and every year it was altered after long and sometimes heated debates.

They could agree something was in bad taste, but their taste in the tasteless greatly differed. Minerva found him too lenient.

Today, though, was January 9th, and he was thinking about his birthday. He had not forgotten, he was not annoyed or passably irritated and, for the first time, was craving for something - anything - to happen.

He grimaced in disgust. Another unspeakable truth was that he was perfectly aware he was a sentimental man: he took pride in the way he managed his sentiments, but the sentiments themselves were undeniably there and it would be foolish to claim otherwise, at least to himself.

Still this - this was ridiculous, this was desperate and frankly pathetic.

What was he expecting? For Albus to knock on his door?

He was dead.

For Minerva to be there, too?

She wanted him dead.

Closing his eyes briefly, he turned his face towards the window. His gaze lingered on the grey, hazy hills outside. There was thick fog; light snow was falling, casting weak and minuscule shadows on the floor in front of him.

He observed them for a while.

Suddenly, the hypnotizing shapes disappeared, and everything went dark. He looked up: a barn owl was standing beside the window, blocking the pale winter light. She was looking at him with a fierce gaze, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

The snow, outside, swirled with the gushes of wind.

He unlocked the window and gently pulled out a heavy letter from the owl's beak. She lowered her head slightly, and he bowed his, too; then she flew off, unbothered by the wind, and he felt a vague heartache settle in his chest.

How easy it was for her, to disappear into the fog.

In the letter was a piece of paper and a pair of socks. Beautiful ones, emerald green, soberly ornated with delicate motifs of insular art - all of a silvery colour, and shining slightly in the half-shadow.

On the paper was written, in a handwriting he knew very well: "I gathered you would need both tradition and variety this year - take care, my dearest boy."

He burnt the letter with a gentle flicker of the wand.

At least Albus had circumvented the question of where Minerva would have ranked those socks by picking a pair that was clearly out of competition; he appreciated that.

He was smiling. He only realised it when his gaze finally detached from the socks to fall on the window again; in the far distance, he watched as about fifty silhouettes made their way back to the castle, walking in military formation.

The students' steps were muffled by the snow.

Even though they were moving, the entire display was lifeless: his smile vanished.

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goddess-aelin · 9 months

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Accidents Happen

For Rowaelin Month Day 2

@rowaelinscourt

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Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: having a bad day

Rowan Whitethorn planned to start his day like he always did, a cup of coffee in hand and no ambition to be more social. And then his coffee machine had to take a crap and his need for caffeine outweighed his social aversion, especially if he was supposed to deal with his hellion of a boss. Working from home had its perks, he supposed, especially since it gave him time before his 9AM meeting to run down to the corner coffee shop and pick up a fresh cup of coffee. That didn’t mean that he particularly wanted to put pants on and trudge the block to the overstuffed cafe.

But he did it anyway. Ten minutes later, wearing the comfiest sweatpants he could find and bringing nothing but his wallet and his phone, Rowan was standing in the ridiculously long line winding throughout the tiny cafe. The smell of fresh grounds was inviting even if the amount of people was not. The cafe had a certain charm, though. The mismatched chairs and exposed brick walls featuring art from local artists made Rowan not mind the crowd as much.

When it was his turn, he gave his order, left a generous tip, and stood to the side to wait for his drink to be called. Luckily, the wait time was short and just for that simple fact, Rowan fished out a few more dollars and threw them in the tip jar. These poor college kids probably weren’t getting paid as well as they should have been considering the way they were working their asses off.

Wrapped up in the contentment of finally having the familiar warmth of a coffee in his hand, Rowan completely missed the blonde woman standing behind him. Naturally, when he turned, he walked right into her. And so, apparently, did his coffee. All Rowan could do was watch with widened eyes and an apology on his lips as the stain gradually spread down the front of the woman’s white shirt. Rowan slowly brought his gaze up to meet hers, her turquoise eyes enrapturing him from the first glimpse. Well, fuck. Not only did he spill his coffee on a poor, innocent bystander, but she just happened to be one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, too.

Even Rowan’s distraction couldn’t hide the simmering anger the woman was barely containing.

“I am so–”

The woman cut him off by holding a single hand up, palm toward him. The woman repeated the gesture again, giving a slight pushing motion to her hand to make him back away slightly. She left without another word. And Rowan, well, Rowan was confused as hell.

A very sweet employee took the now empty coffee cup from his hand, throwing it in the trash and already beginning to mop up the mess he made. Rowan felt helpless though he mostly felt terrible for the victim. Hopefully none of the coffee got on the woman’s skin given how scalding the liquid had been.

A quick glance to the line told Rowan that, no, he would not have time to reorder another cup. His meeting was in less than 15 minutes and he had to get back to his apartment. Rowan pushed through the crowd that amassed toward the door, avoiding the spill he caused, and left through the exit. He started making his way back to his apartment. Correction. He would have started making his way to his apartment had a sobbing sound not hit his ears.

Sure enough, the woman from the cafe was huddled on the edge of the sidewalk about 10 feet away from the coffee shop, her bag laying haphazardly next to her and her heels kicked off. If Rowan was a normal person, he would have walked right by her and got to his meeting on time. But Rowan was, well, Rowan, and his guilty conscience would not allow that.

He shot off a quick text to his boss, telling her he would be a few minutes late because of an emergency and stepped up to the still-sobbing woman. What was the best way to approach her? A ‘hey are you okay?’ seemed to be obviously wrong and tapping her on the shoulder was a big no considering he already felt like he violated her space enough today.

In the end, he settled for a simple, “Excuse me.”

The woman turned her head, her now red-rimmed eyes glancing up to him. Once she realized who he was, she let out a huff of breath and he could have sworn she rolled her eyes before putting her face back into her hands.

“If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry and I didn’t mean for that to happen in there.” Though she didn’t answer him right away, her breathing at least slowed and her hands dropped away from her face. He took that as a good sign. Once again, he thought that normal people probably would’ve given up and walked away. But he caused this. And he would not be the reason someone was crying on the sidewalk, at least not without trying to fix it.

Maybe he was overstepping and maybe he’d regret it later, but he decided to take a seat next to her a few feet away.

“I…the coffee didn’t burn you, did it?”

The woman gave him a wary glance but after a few seconds, shook her head ‘no.’

“Is there anything I can do to help you? I can run and get you a new coffee or napkins or...if you need–”

“I’m fine.” Her voice was hoarse from crying. She cleared it a few times before attempting to speak again. “It’s just been a bad day. Bad week.” She let out a humorless laugh.

The wheels in Rowan’s brain started turning. “Wait here.” He held his hands up in supplication while getting up from the curb. “Just…wait here. Please.” He gave a half smile before running back inside. To his delight, the line had gone down considerably and he only waited a few minutes to reorder. The barista remembered his order from a few minutes before and also, luckily, remembered the woman’s order, as well. He threw in a few pastries for good measure and was on his way back out the door in no time.

To his relief, the woman was still outside, though she moved to the bench a few feet down the sidewalk. Her eyebrows raised slightly as she noticed him coming back with more than a few treats.

“This is for you,” Rowan said as he passed her the large coffee cup that smelled like it had way too much sugar in it. Once she took it, he opened the bag of pastries, their sweet aroma wafting toward the woman, whose eyebrows only went higher.

“I know you still have the stain on your shirt but I hope this at least helps make your day a little less…terrible. I really am sorry.” After a few moments of the woman still not saying anything, he started to get up and make his way back home.

“Wait!”

Rowan turned slowly, his eyes meeting hers.

“Why?” The question was barely a whisper. “Why would you do this for me?”

Rowan’s brows furrowed. “Because I was the cause of this. I spilled my entire coffee cup on you. The least I owe you is a new cup and maybe some money for dry cleaning.” She huffed a laugh at that.

“You don’t owe me anything. It was an accident, one that was just the icing on the cake of a very long, very stressful week.” She shrugged. “Accidents happen.”

Rowan slowly sat back down on the bench. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Once again, the woman’s brows furrowed and confusion crossed her face.

“You want to listen to me talk about my problems?”

“I mean, obviously you don’t have to. It just seems like you might need a listening ear.” He shrugged.

“ O…kay. Well it started when I found my boyfriend in bed with my boss.”

Rowan almost spit out his coffee. His eyes slowly gazed toward her and he noticed the small smile playing on her lips. “What a way to start a story. Seriously?!”

The smile that crossed her face did…funny things to his insides to say the least. “Technically that happened a few months ago but I did run into him on Monday, which started all these terrible events. Then my cousin, who was visiting for a while, left to go back to Caraverre, my new boss is turning out to be a total creep, I got gum stuck in my hair from someone on the train and had to have an impromptu haircut, and well…here we are.”

“Gods. I’m so fucking sorry.” Rowan couldn’t help the guilt that washed over him.

“Don’t be. It really wasn’t your fault.” She started to get up, Rowan following suit. “Well, I guess that I should get going considering I have to stop at home before going into work.” Rowan gave her a sheepish look. “Thanks for the coffee and muffins…and for listening. You know, I don’t think I ever got your name.”

“Rowan.” He stuck his hand out for her to shake.

“Aelin.”

“Aelin,” he repeated. He liked the way her name easily rolled off of his tongue.

“Well, Rowan, this may be presumptuous of me but would you maybe…want to meet up sometime? You know, if me word vomiting my baggage didn’t scare you off.” A slow smile crossed Rowan’s face.

“You didn’t scare me off. If anything, it should be you who’s scared off, what with spilling my coffee all over you. “ He gave her a sideways smile. “But yes, I absolutely would love to meet up again.” She gave him another one of those room-lighting smiles.

After exchanging numbers and going their separate ways, Rowan couldn’t help but walk toward his apartment with a little pep in his step. He was definitely about to get an earful from his boss about being late but it occurred to him that he didn’t really care. Not when the reason he was late was so worth it.

A/N: My writing is a little bit rusty but I hope this was fluffy enough that it makes up for it! I have a few other fics planned and I’m hoping that this productive streak continues

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utilitycaster · 5 months

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you getting push back on that post is crazy to me isn't it enough to watch and get invested in something for what it is currently rather than what it will be? I have so many unfinished projects in my own life it'd be crazy to demand polished completion from everything I watch/read. my unfinished sketches and embroidery and abandoned dnd campaigns still brought joy and growth without having a polished thing to present at the end

So what's funny to me is like. I have referenced this before here and elsewhere but like, as a child, I was SO bad at ambiguous and sad endings and my mother was like, not unkind about this, but neither did she coddle it, and I think that laid a groundwork that was really necessary.

My tags, which got lost bc I did NOT expect that post to break containment, do actually touch on how Netflix and other streaming services canceling things to avoid paying people a fair wage fucking suck but yeah here's a list of creative endeavors I participated in or watched/listened to/read that do not as of this posting have endings and I still liked, and many of them aren't even directly attributable to capitalism because this is just a fact of life and art.

As mentioned, both A Song of Ice and Fire and the Kingkiller Chronicles.

Multiple D&D campaigns for sure (I actually don't make D&D characters without a game in mind and find it weird that people do and so I'm like why am I the one arguing for the beauty of the incomplete).

Multiple fics, both mine and others.

King Falls AM, a podcast I binged in like 2018-2019 and despite being a mystery never actually completed bc the creators couldn't agree.

I think Battlestar Galactica 2003 is one of the most brilliant shows of its era and also the finale, which happened when the creators intended it to, is really dumb, and that doesn't undo the fact that I loved everything else.

How I Met Your Mother ends really poorly in a way that arguably undercuts the whole series, but like, I still liked that too.

Ditto for Chuck, which also struggles in that it was on the chopping block most seasons so they kept ending in ways that probably weren't true to whatever the original vision may have been.

I saw Firefly on DVD after it had already been canceled, I think Serenity is good but I don't love all the choices, and Joss Whedon has since been revealed to be a dick but like, I enjoyed myself greatly while watching it.

As mentioned, Heroes. I didn't watch much TV until my teens anyway because we didn't have cable and our reception sucked and we were very much a book household, and this was one of the first series I recall watching from season 1 and it's also the first TV series where I was like yeah I don't care anymore, and it went on for 4 seasons and I think I gave up either late S2 or early S3.

I didn't watch Supernatural, Game of Thrones, nor Grey's Anatomy but all of those are famous for outstaying their welcome, sometimes it's better to burn out than fade away, etc.

I had already long outgrown Harry Potter and started to see its limitations by the time Rowling's transphobia became public but like, now it's not something I would ever recommend to my friends' kids or anything, and that doesn't undo the fact that I did greatly enjoy it as a child and teenager; it was indirectly the reason why I was introduced to the superior fantasy of Diana Wynne Jones, which I do still reread from time to time. (I think the "well I never liked it" mentality about works from artists who end up being terrible people is tied into the "I can't get invested in anything that might end in an unsatisfying manner." Tumblr University's media studies grads are not the brightest stars in the firmament, that's for sure.)

Like, cancellation (let alone cancellation specifically because of the unique shittiness of streaming services) is just one of the many reason things might end in a way you dislike or become difficult for you to enjoy at a later date, and that's just talking about television. Are you really going to deny yourself the joy of anticipation and watching a story unfold in real-time because the thought of something not satisfying you at every single turn is so unfathomable?

(oh, and because this is, as we know, a CR blog much of the time, I should add that this mentality is really pervasive which is wild because your average 3-season canceled Netflix show is probably the equivalent of maybe 9-10 CR episodes; thinking about how many people who now claim C2 is terrible watched 141 episodes and also the person who is iconic to me who unironically asked me what the point was in getting invested in characters who will die re: Chetney)

#answered #thespoonisvictory

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(SERIOUS) TW: Stalking, Abuse

My blog is being stalked.

I wish i didn’t have to make this post. The way it should’ve gone, everything should have been moved on now with those who needed to be blocked, blocked. But due to the fact i’m now once a week being reminded of how i’m being stalked, i can’t ignore this situation any longer.

TLDR: @/Disableddeinosaur aka Beanie starting drama within 2 servers and threatening to harass users if they disagreed with their opinions. 1 year after banning them they continue to remind me that they’re stalking me.

Further explained context below.

Context: In late 2021 i joined an amphibia discord server. The people there were nice, and i enjoyed being there. The moderator, Beanie, known as Mossy at the time, was also part of this group. They seemed suprised when i mentioned i was born the year pokemon diamond and pearl came out, but i didn’t think much of it at the time.

It is important to know that Beanie often hid behind a mask of promoting good ideals such as exposing racism and ableism in fandom circles.

I was also in another discord server with many of my now tumblr mutuals, the syrup arc server. This was a roleplay server where we’d make tupperbots for amphibia characters from AUs we’d made and have fun with them. Back to beanie’s server, a channel had been made where we talked about amphibia blogs on tumblr that had… well, questionable art. This ranged from full on implied NSFW to just aus that beanie didn’t like, such as the Moth mAnne au by Missakat. They claimed giving Anne Boonchuy and Marcy Wu from the amphibia series blue and green eyes respectively was racist, and blacklisted artists who did. I internally disagreed with this, but never expressed it. Why? Because Beanie was older than me. I’m not exactly sure how old specifically, but they had a job that looked like it required some experience and their suprise at my age indicated that they were an adult at least. I disgreed with them wanting to call out creators for the wrong eye colors, but i agreed that creators who are actively racist or ableist definitely deserve to be exposed.

Exposing creators we didn’t like was encouraged in Beanie’s server, so here we come to the first event. I found an amphibia artist who drew what is basically vore, but would deny if asked and refuse to tag for people who were uncomfortable. Beanie expressed to me that they already knew of this person, as they’d had a negative interaction in the past so both were aware of each other. I was encouraged to join the nsfw artist’s server, to act as a spy and screenshot and report back any uncomfortable behaviour they made. It’s worth noting i did make the choice to join myself, but why Beanie didn’t try send an alternate account or a different actual adult from their server is unknown.

I soon left that server after getting the screenshots they wanted. And even sooner after, the toll of the almost ever-present negative atmosphere of beanie’s server was too much and my parents intervened and got me to leave.

While most of the time when a friend of yours move on from a server the right thing to do is to respect their wishes and leave them alone, this is not what beanie did, and still refuses to do a year later. Instead they followed me to 2 different amphibia servers, one where they made a tupperbot of themself and guilt-tripped themself publicly “Muffin (the name i went under at the time) only left because you’re a terrible person! You’re a horrible awful person” etc to themself.

Friends of mine on tumblr (that i’ll refer to as ST and SL incase they don’t want to get involved) tried to comfort them, as they were new to the situation and Beanie and just wanted peace on the server.

Meanwhile on the syrup arc server, Beanie had began to regularly make a point to get into dificult situations with 4/5 of the server mods (the fifth being me, who never disagreed with them so i stayed on their good side though mostly because i was afraid of what they might do if i spoke out). They would make rude and unneeded comments towards others opinions such as their favourite pokemon or their art style, and when confronted would make a gigantic deal out of it or privately message me and essentially tell on them to me.

I admit, for at least 4 months i did nothing. The mod chat was chaos because everyone else was saying the things beanie had done, and the fact i could’ve made the final decision and didn’t was driving a wedge between our friendship. Individually the mods tried to speak kindly to beanie, help them understand why people were becoming wary of them or just not talking to them. The most prominent time being when my friend i’ll refer to as S started a conversation in an attempt to explain to them kindly, but Beanie refused to listen to any of their messages, calling them a slut, and repeatedly implied that S was ableist for disagreeing that their behaviour was an issue. The mod of the server, C, who has expressed before that he himself is neurodivergent, eventually stepped in and tried to explain to Beanie again but their imput went completely ignored despite the conversation stopping.

This behaviour in both servers continued to be an issue for at least another month or two, and both servers had gone from active with at least 20 people in each to basically dead beyond Beanie and only like 4 people online at a time.

Finally one day i was sitting down with a close family member of mine who works in security, and he advised me to block Beanie. I was very tired at the time but i do remember what i did.

I went to the mod chat, told the other mods i was sorry for ignoring their concerns for so long, and banned beanie myself. I also advised the second server’s creator aswell who agreed with my choice once I’d explained the context and banned them too.

You’d think that’d have been the end of it, but it wasn’t. For a solid week afterwards it was a constant back and forth with Beanie and some of the server members who’d personally experienced their behaviour. Except for the fact Beanie would entirely ignore whatever the other person was saying and then call them racist of ableist (which, none of us never even knew their race because they never said it??)

Eventually the two servers decided it would help best for us to let it go, and so we stopped talking to them. I blocked them, and as far as i’m aware of all of the others did too. Once again, you’d think this would be the end of it but unfortunately it is not.

It took 2 months for me to feel safe online after that. And then i got a ask in my ask box in this blog. I don’t exactly remember the wording, but i sent it to a groupchat so i could probably find it if i need to compile a evidence document against them. Essentially it was mocking my pinned post, saying it was ironic of me to say no bullying when i ‘bullied’ them.

After that there was nothing, and i actually began to go to a therapist for reasons i’d like to remain private relating to my paranoia. I admit it was partly my fault for not moving to action quicker, though. I shouldve blocked them long, long before that day and i am so, so sorry to the members of the syrup arc server aswell as the animation server for not acting sooner.

Thankfully they’ve left them alone it seems, but last week i recieved a notification, a personal reminder from Beanie that they were not over their ‘mistreatment’. Despite being blocked on my main account, they somehow have managed to bypass that ability for this blog (this is my sideblog) and now are reminding me once a week through a notification that they’re still here.

That they’re still a stalking, self-righteous bully who has nothing better to do than entrust their mental health to a group of 14-19 year olds on the internet and then say they’re horrible people for not being able to handle them anymore. Even if you weren’t part of either of the servers, please, block them. This situation should’ve been done and over a year ago, and blocking and reporting them seems to be the only way to get them to at least quit harassing us.

This is a completely serious post, and i am begging anyone who reads this. Please. Block them. Do not interact with them, just block them.

I have sent them a ask condeming their choice to continue this fight, which i have no doubt they’ll respond to and ignore everything i said.

Ask i sent below: [

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Mentioning my mutuals for more engagement

@skythealmighty @sluggintub @aces-archon-quest @velvelic @luc1d-dr34m5 @calebthepianist @strawberry-seal77 @breadthefurry @technicolor-abstraction @rainblescake

#serious post #tw stalking #tw verbal abuse #Amphibia #cass speaks #Object shows #Reblog to spread around please.

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muffimtv · 1 month

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this even though you dont write rn

🥑🥤💌🌻🧃🍄🪐📚🍬🦷❄️🥐🏜️<- (general art creation) 🦋🐚🐝🌸🎨🧩

YOU ARE INSANE

🥑 - you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@fuzziecorpse @bathtubswooo and @h3xrts4-me

🥤- recommend an author or fanfic you love

sing, sweet cicada on ao3! my partner and i loved it so much that i bound a copy for him!

💌 - how many unread emails do you have right now?

22!

🌻 - tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@crikey01 your tag games are so silly i love them

🧃- share some personal lore you never posted about before

ooh fun question!! whenever it rains i try to go lay out on the roof of my car, it’s very fun :3

🍄 - share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

its so hard for me to pick just one pairing BUT currently jmart is on my mind so! i think martin likes having little streaks of color in his hair and jon likes to dye his grey streaks to match

🪐- name three good things going on in your life right now

i got my brother into one of my favorite shows, i’m working on a fursuit, and prom is next week!

📚- what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

a fic idea i had at literally 2am yesterday

🍬 - post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

genuinely i cannot think of oen LMAO

🦷 - share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

learn to sew!! it’ll have you a lot of money on things like hemming pants/dresses, repairing clothing, and making them too

❄️ - what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

i’m always a sucker for coffee shop aus man…..

🥐 - name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

my brother and i always use “empty the compartments of your pantaloons” and one of us will respond “FOR WHAT PURPOSE???” and it always makes me giggle

🏜️- what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

those ones that are like “SCREMAING CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP EATING MY WALLS”

🦋 - share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

JMART 🔥🔥🔥

🐚 - do you like or dislike surprises?

i like them usually!

🐝 - tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@fuzziecorpse hiii i love you <3

@notroadkills u are so funny king

@crikey01 YOUR ART IS SO GOOD LET ME EAT IT

🌸 - do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

my baby bunny easter (she is actually terribly old)

woe, baby be upon ye

🎨 - link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

this martin art. specifically the second one 😭😭 that little image was ALL that was on my mind when i was in my ACT today

🧩 - what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

NO PARAGRAPH BREAKS OR PUNCTUATION

PLEASEEEE I DONT WANT TO READ A BLOCK OF TEXT MY EYES ARENT MADE TO HANDLE IT

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Barty Crouch Jr x Reader👍

WARNINGS:Age Gap, Cursing, Terrible grammar😭

I sat down on my seat in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Moody walked into class, late. Again.

"This is the 3rd time he's been late this week" My friend whispers next to me, "I know right? I swear I feel like he's hiding something" I responded, glancing at Professor Moody.

Time Skip bc I'm lazy

I walked around the halls of the school, I was going back to my house when I passed the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the curiosity got the better of me and I quietly opened the door and peeked inside to see a tall, quite handsome man, "What the fuck?" I whispered to myself, the man glanced over at me, his eyes slightly widened and he looked pissed but nervous, I quickly began to close the door but he stopped it. He then dragged me inside and locked the door.

"Who the hell are you!?" I yelled towards the man, he grabbed me and put his hand around my mouth, "Shut it." He glared at me his tongue flicked out of his mouth quickly then went back in. I examines his feature, he had dark brown eyes, brown hair and he was pretty rugged.

I tried to say something but his hand blocked my mouth, "I'll let you go.. if." He picked me up and placed me on his chair and then leaned down in front of me, towering over me, "One. You don't shout. Two. You tell absolutely nobody about this. You tell one soul and you just might regret it. Now. Can I trust you?" He raised an eyebrow, I nodded quickly and he removed his hand from my mouth, still towering over me as I sat on the chair, "W-whats your name? Who are you" I asked, nervously, He smirked and his tongue flicked out and back in again, "I.. am Barty Crouch.. Jr" He said, still smirking, I had recognized the name, my father was friends with the man back when they were at Hogwarts.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my heart rate increasing, he sighed slightly and glanced at me with lust-filled eyes, "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Darling" He said in a flirtatious voice, I nodded, feeling too nervous to ask why he couldn't, he leaned in closer to me and smirked a little more, his tongue flicking in and out again "You know.. I never met someone like you" He stared into my eyes, he put his hand on my cheek and carresed it, still smirking at me, "Someone so.. innocent.. so nice..... So.. inexperienced" His smirk grew wider as his tongue flicking in an out of his mouth again, I could feel heat rushing to my cheeks.

He kneeled down so he was closer to me, he put his hand on the back of my neck, he leaned in and kissed me, his lips were unexpectedly soft, he was a good kisser, definitely experienced, he slid his tongue in my mouth and his tongue started to explore my mouth. It felt so wrong but it also felt so right, I was a teenage girl, He was an adult man, but something in me couldn't pull away, his kisses felt so addictive and so passionate.

We continued to make out until we pulled away, I was out of breath slightly, His fingers stroked the back of my neck, "You won't tell anyone, right?" He whispered, seductively, I nodded, he stood up, "Now. Go back to your house before your housemates get suspicious" He ordered, I nodded and got up and headed for the door, He grabbed my arm and kissed me again, his hand grabbed the back of my head, deepening the kiss before he lets go, I smiled and left.

Once I went back to my houses common room, I was bombarded with questions, "Where have you been?" "We were so worried!" "What happened?" I quickly shushed them and told him, "I went around the walk to clear my head. I'm sorry I worried you guys" They forgave me and I went to sleep.

Woo! It was so fun to make this! Would you guys like a part 2 because I'd be more than happy to make one!

#barty crouch jr x reader #barty crouch jr #harry potter #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #teachers pet #Spotify

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danganronpa-ship-tourney · 9 months

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If you want to make propaganda you can view the submissions here but please know the second tab which also contains the reasonings submitted has like every TW so be prepared!

Right now the rules of the next section of the tournament are as followed

You WILL be civil to the shippers of the ship you think is worse, no I do not CARE if it's abuse or incest or the most problematic thing in the world, we will be CIVILIZED. If I catch you spewing toxic shit about how all shippers of a ship are horrible terrible people who need to die you WILL be blocked. We are not here for a guilt trip! We are here to have fun being dramatic! Small PLAYFUL pokes are fine, but everyone should have fun even the shippers of the ship you think is worse.

I shouldn't have to specify but be like, actually decent about what you say, I had a person in the forms wishing rape on a character and like bro take that up with your ao3 search results not me or anyone else here. So like, yeah the characters are just characters, but theres a difference between edge and potentially being intensely triggering and uncomfortable for literally no reason.

If you want to make propaganda I advise either light hearted gags at a ships expense,

Example of a light hearted gag would be like a picture of Junko sitting on Mikan kneeling into a bench and a caption like "would you really not vote for this?" thats hilarious and doesn't target actual people.

Or you draw art for the ship that gives you less despair, branch out a bit. Never drawn I dunno Ryoma x Kirumi before but you think its less toxic then uhh Hajime x Mikan? Well here's your chance to try drawing some Ryoma x Kirumi! Make propaganda for the ship you want people to NOT vote for!

I can't enforce this but the tag you want to use for anything you create for this should be "#Despair Ship" this is so people can filter it out more easily. I'm here to cause fun, not make people frustrated because their tag got overrun.

Again I also can't enforce this but remember the point isn't to find the ship that's the most abusive, or the most toxic, its to find the ship that gets the most despair. For instance there are very few ships on the list I find personally more despairing then kokichi and shuichi, and that's because it's a lot harder to stumble on some of the more kneejerk offensive ships compared to how I cannot escape kokichi and shuichi making out no matter how hard i try. Like I said I can't enforce this but if you're wondering why a ship you think is more inherently toxic is losing, this is probably the reason why.

I am also a single person, while I have a friend who is here on the sidelines cheering me on, I hand made the bracket and everything else about this. If the brackets aren't perfectly balanced or a ship you don't like didn't make the cut, remember that I am just a single person.

Voter fraud is allowed and encouraged I'm not a coward this is the voting fraud website if you're determined to make a thousand sock puppet accounts just to make sure Celeste x Togami is the winner then that's the biggest possible powermove and I respect it. Also I guess I accept bribes now, because I think it's funny.

Thank you for all the support I've gotten! While rather small scale compared to other polls, the fact I've got people sending asks and following means a lot to me. Even if I barely get any interaction from here out, I still had fun and am happy to have done this. Voting will either open Saturday or Sunday but if I forget and it's a day or too late then feel free to shake me in the asks by short term memory is Not Good

#despair ship #ndrv3 #goodbye despair #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 #ultra despair girls #danganronpa #danganronpa 2

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tbgkaru-woh · 3 months

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1 your art is amazing I love it. your color palettes are beautiful❤❤

2 thx for sharing your honest opinions including disagreements & being normal about it lol ppl in fandom are increasingly terrible at disagreeing with things w/o becoming rabid & requiring blocking ❤

1.thank you ♥

2.it always have big spoiled child energy, those are usually the people who are in big fandoms or in big ships coming after unpopular opinions or side character enjoyers like... they already have 90% of the content tailored to them but they hate that it's not 100% or that they had to read something they disagree with. Ridiculous. I honestly miss variety in fandoms, everything became so homogenized because people ith different tastes or opinions are either afraid to talk about them or mind their own business and not enagge with fandoms in case they get hunted, so you end up seeing the same characters, the same tropes... i bond over things i like as much as the things i dislike, but i guess being able to navigate spaces that may have people say things about a character you like is not a thing people can handle anymore.

I usually do my own thing nonetheless but I LOVE fandom spaces for the constant stream of creative juices, i like meeting people, i like sharing with others and making them happy over shared blorbos, but late fandoms are so filled with this extra bullshit that often majors over the good stuff that it's...rough. so yeah, feel free to use my blog as a space where you can say what's on your mind (rule of thumb: don't be a passive agressive cunt, i hope that's obvious)

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Sasori x Fem!Reader

Request: The reader puts a flower in Sasori’s hair (and the flower has some symbolism to it).

Thank you to @marsmarohibars for requesting! Hopefully I did this justice... (If you don’t like it, I can redo it just lmk! I am terrible at writing non-100% cute content and dialogue.) BTW I apologize for getting this out so late - i’ve finally had time to write it now!

Warnings:fluffy, mentions of violence and death, jealous Sasori, but of course a happy ending. Sasori is called pretty(?).

WC: 4548

There was something about Y/n that always made his heart flutter. Maybe it was the way that she always striked up the conversation, plaguing his mind with various prompts and ideas that seemingly distracted him from his oh so important work, or maybe how she had the mysterious ability to control even the most dangerous, powerful, and albeit annoying forces, the one in reference being their partner, Deidara.

The way that she lit up the room with her optimism, carefree yet still being cautious and thorough enough to not slip up and ruin their plans, which was one of the things Sasori hated most, out of all the other troublesome annoyances there were in the world, most of which were caused by his partners. Things that tested his patience.

For a man with virtually no weaknesses, it was shocking to anyone else who set eyes on him to see how he almost worshiped the ground that the girl, Y/n, walked on. Anything that she took interest to, ended up being of interest to him. Of course being in the Akatsuki left little time and energy to contemplate the actions of their own teammates, so the teasing that even Deidara gave to his behavior went unnoticed to her despite all the hints given.

It had been years since they had met, and through that, Sasori being a man of fact, had concluded the growing feeling in his gut was not nausea from a misplaced part, as when would he ever mess up? It was, as much as he hated to admit, a smidge of jealousy, from the cold-hearted literal block of wood that was to make up a 'man'.

Never did he think he would have any insecurities, but Y/n, who was Deidara's own age, must have been looking for something else. To Sasori, Deidara was just a mere child, yet in actuality he was a grown adult himself. With the closeness that he and Y/n developed overtime, it was quite plausible that they would fall for eachother, if they hadn’t already. It was deduced by Sasori that there was no possibility of a normal human falling in love with a mere puppet, him not being able to provide neither the physical nor emotional support required in a relationship, or so he learned about from in books.

This could be considered the downfall of the puppet master, one so skilled in the arts of poison and weapons, always perfecting his craft, could only focus on himself in relation to those he silently (and one sidedly) competed against. Hints that could have been seen by anyone else managed to go unnoticed to despite his normally near-perfect observation skills, ones that had the utmost importance in the concept of romance that he knew and cared nothing about, as far as he convinced himself.

And so he found himself in the same situation as he had been in so many times over the years, with the subtle, cheery laughter of Y/n slightly echoing off the wood boards that made up the walls of the inn they were located at, in a small outpost village in which was the perfect relaxing spot for a group of S-ranked criminals. It had been financial-oriented missions organized by Kakuzu for practically years at that point, only the hope of a larger assignment holding them to the team. The amount of time allowed for moping around wherever they called home for the night, or at most a week, had brought their spirits to a strange low, the look of joy going unfamiliar after so many days.

Only two things swirled around Sasori's mind that night, prompting him to randomly scrape his tools along the machinery and move parts to fake his usual productivity. The question of faith that had sank to the back of his consciousness for years at that point, and of course the bittersweet moments of bonding of his now, two closest friends. Why did he even join the Akatsuki? Could he have tried harder to stay out of it? What would have become of him then? Maybe the only good things that came from both his own and Deidara's 'imprisonment' in the organization were the people that they had met because of it. Outcasts from their own villages, it was no secret that they would both be alone without such an 'opportunity'. While it may have seemed like the end of their lives at the time, in truth it was only a new beginning. One that both would secretly hold close to their hearts forever.

With a creak from the bed both Y/n and Deidara were sitting on, Sasori found himself avoiding the gaze of a set of peering eyes, checking out his work. 'No insensitive comments... must not be Deidara.' he concluded, side-eying the viewer. “What are you working on, Sasori?” Y/n asked, sparkling e/c eyes locking with his brown ones. “Uh… Hiruko.” He stuttered, caught off guard. “Need any help?” She inquired, resting a hand on his shoulder. Of course Sasori would love help, if he needed it. In actuality there was nothing to do at the moment, lacking the necessary parts, so he had to decline. “No, not right now.” He replied, already missing her gentle touch when she walked away to the bathroom, ready to change at get into bed.

A gentle nod and snap of the fingers from the man still situated on the edge of the large bed brought the dazed Sasori back to reality. Was he really falling that hard? Well that was thought best kept for another time, as an annoyed "Sasori no danna..." mumbled through the blondes parted mouth. If Sasori had learned anything from being partners with Deidara for so many years, it was that only annoying things, testing his patience came after that sentence.

"Beauty is fleeting... if you want a catch like Y/n, maybe you should take her now..." Another comment beckoned an embarrassed expression to overcome Sasori's face, even him unable to process the words completely. "I assure you I have no idea what you are referring to, Deidara." A blatant reply, even for Sasori. He called her beautiful... like he does his art. That was something that made Sasori's heart quicken it's beating pace, blood pumping faster, the urge to minorly 'ruffle up' his partner immensely increasing by the second. For what seemed like an innocent comment was something that he was sure Deidara carefully thought out, knowing just what to say to press the puppets buttons.

But Sasori was a calm and collected individual… at least when Y/n was around. Never once did he ever lash out at anyone, even the brat, Deidara, around her, so she probably should have been known as the blonde’s savior, as she came at the perfect moment. Having returned from the bathroom, dressed in her pajamas, she curled up into bed, tucking the covers over her neatly. Before Deidara went to the bathroom to change as well.

"Sasori?" Y/n hummed, head rising from the pillow supporting her, as she propped up on her elbows to look at him. "Yes?" He responded, still attempting to focus on his puppets. "Why do you never sleep in the bed with Deidara and I?" She asked sweetly. Never in her days in their group did she ever get that answer. He had always sat in the room, almost guarding it, while the others got their rest, and never seemed to mind. "Hmm... I am a puppet Y/n, I do not need to sleep. Besides, it must be much more comfortable with... Deidara... only occupying the bed with you, not me as well." The sourness he felt seemed to be creeping into his every word and motion, him trying to not say anything too sarcastic if he could help it.

"There's plenty of room, Sasori. Wouldn't you like to join us?" Sasori wasn’t desperate, of course, if anything he had learned to not care much about the circumstances of the arrangement. Still, it was Y/n. Hee of course did not expect him to have such a strange desire, but there was always a lump in his throat at the sight of the two of them, not being able to do anything or experience the same. The closeness that he had never had with Y/n could develop, them being more like friends than teammates. That was how she was with Deidara, and that was something he wanted for himself. But Sasori would not give in that easily, why, he had to be truly invited... begged even.

"I wouldn't want to interrupt your... midnight activities with Deidara, Y/n." He mumbled. "You mean cuddling?" She inquired further, not seeming to understand his choice of language or implications. Sasori only giving a brief nod. Just then the door opened again, Deidara walking back inside the room with his hair messily tied up, wearing his usual lounging clothing. "Deidara, you wouldn't mind Sasori joining us tonight?" You asked, attempting puppy eyes to the blonde. "Hmm..." He murmured, climbing into bed. "Does he want to?" He asked, gently twisting her h/l hair around his right index finger, watching as the ends swiped past the bluish-green shade of his ring.

Y/n nodded in response, encouraging him to finally take a break. It wasn't like Sasori could sleep even if he wanted to... but being next to Y/n... that was an opportunity that he couldn't pass up. And so he gave in, walking over and laying down where she gestured, her climbing in last. Laying his head on the fluffy pillows, his hair splayed on the stark white in contrast making Y/n let out a small giggle. 'He's so... so... cute!' was the final thought in her mind before she drifted off, the lights absent and curtains closed, the atmosphere only filled with the slow yet heavy breaths from the men beside her.

Deidara huffed lightly, not being able to hold onto his friend through the night as usual, a part of his routine that had brought him an almost brief moment of comfort before the struggles of the day began anew, before turning his head to face away from Sasori and falling asleep as well, leaving the redhead alone and awake, fully surrounded. He would be lying if he said it wasn't lonely, not having anything to do, not being able to stand up as it would disturb the ones lying beside him on the bed. Without his puppets, the things always needing upgrades and maintenance work, he had nothing to focus on, so he immediately knew that it was going to be a long night ahead, the only good thing about his situation being the light sound of Y/n's breaths and mild snores through the night. Something that he always wanted to hear upclose, though never could.

The morning went about as smoothly as expected, Sasori getting sick of the slightly cramped bed and heavy covers, opting to climb over Deidara instead of Y/n in the early hours of the day, which in turn woke her with the screams of pain and discomfort that erupted from the blonde's mouth. The three of them, tired, with dark circles under their eyes, brushed their teeth drowsily, Deidara and Y/n not even contemplating the reason why Sasori decided to for once in his life, it not being at all necessary. In actuality, it was different thoughts clouded Y/n's mind.

The night before had been as usual of course, small bursts of laughter erupted from Y/n's mouth, Deidara making the most entertaining comments about their fellow members in the Akatsuki. Of course after a while, it was finally Sasori's turn to get ridiculed by the foolish teenager. Sadly for Y/n, it was only the normal jokes about him hating being kept waiting, and being such a grump all the time. Both things that Y/n had never seen and disagreed with, only shaking her head at the blonde with each statement. This was the thing that prompted her to get off the bed and investigate what her superior was doing, who she found was fidgeting with his puppet as per usual.

But what she didn't expect to see was the exposed interior pocket where Sasori was typically situated during missions, within Hiruko. That was when she noticed the neatly drawn flower that covered up a small section of the walling. 'A flower..? Hm... Must be his favorite!' She thought in her head, taking one last moment to examine the shape. It was a beautifully unique rose, with chocolatey brown exterior petals and bright, bold red ones in the center, a color that resembled his hair shade.

'He's been working so hard lately... putting in so much effort while we haven't...' She continued to think, looking back at a lazily collapsed Deidara still on the bed. ‘Maybe it’s finally time to tell him…’ she thought, finally trying to get Sasori’s attention. There was something about that flower that drawed her in, fueling her curiosity. It was so mysterious. “What are you working on Sasori?” She tried to start some conversation. His blatant reply, of “Uh… Hiruko” was at least some progress. “Need any help?” She further pressed, wanting to get a closer look at the flower. “No, not right now.” was not the answer she would have hoped, but luckily she had more than enough information. The plan was already hatching in her mind, as she hoped off to the bathroom.

With each of them dressed in their usual shinobi outfits, not donning their cloaks as even in such a small town, as there was always a chance of being recognized, the three of them headed off on their journey, it being their last day in that area seeing as there was a new mission. Specifically, it was another bounty hunting mission, some tokubetsu jonin from Konoha.

As they weren’t too far from the village already, it was a relatively short walk, Sasori in front trying to remain inconspicuous whilst he attempted to listen in on Y/n and Deidara’s conversation, in which they were whispering.

“You want to… what?” Deidara asked, trying to keep quiet. “Buy him a flower!” Y/n responded enthusiastically, filling him in. “But why?” The blonde wore a puzzled expression on his face, moving closer to her. “I saw this beautiful flower on his puppet… and I thought I should get it for him!” She tried to convince, but Deidara was still unsure. “Since when does danna like flowers?” He inquired, trying to make sense of the situation. “It was probably his favorite! Plus, who doesn’t like flowers?” His next words were ones that made her go quiet. “Can’t you just tell him how you feel like a normal person?” He rolled his eyes, Y/n slapping a hand over her comrades mouth while eying Sasori, who only briefly turned his head, not having heard enough to understand despite the volume.

“You see how he is with me… at least if we become closer maybe i’d have a chance! Though I doubt it…” Y/n frowned, them approaching the entrance to Konoha. “Seems the security around here is tight…” Sasori stated sarcastically, there not even being a single guard in the area. They could literally just walk in. “Eh less work for me to do danna!” Deidara ran in fast, tripping over his feet and falling on his butt, causing more giggles to erupt from Y/n’s mouth. Sasori almost let out a smile, an action that Deidara noticed and smirked at. It wasn’t his fall evoking joy, for that Sasori just rolled his eyes. It was Y/n.

The village was surprisingly vibrant despite the desolate entrance, people covering the streets and going into stores like usual. What was strange was the urgency displayed in Y/n’s voice as she encouraged Sasori to go off and replenish his kunai stock that he said had been getting low. “I mean the jonin won’t be back from their mission for a couple days, right? We just wanted to get closer to the village in case the intel was wrong. Seriously! We have time!” She gently nudged him on the shoulder, causing him to freeze up. “Uh… fine.” He responded, hurrying off. A snicker was audible from Deidara as Sasori distanced himself from the others, he really would do anything for that girl.

Once he was out of sight and on his own, still mumbling about how strange it was that they would just send him off, knowing that something was up but not really caring as to what it was, his partners started their search as well. It wasn’t the most productive venture for either of them, Sasori having rarely gone to Konoha decided to soak in some of the cultural elements that he was curious about, things that actually mattered (and could help with future infiltration missions) unlike the food Deidara insisted on eating; specifically the dango that reminded him of Itachi, saying things like “Haha that Uchiha is missing out! I bet he ate from the same place…” in the midst of chewing.

Finally when a weapons shop was near, Sasori could finally refill his kunai holster as he managed to prove he was a shinobi using his jutsu, and got them for free for a first time purchase seeing as it was only three. Y/n, knowing they had little time to do what they had meant to had to hurry Deidara along, who always wanted to stop at every food cart and intriguing store that lined the streets they walked on. Luckily they passed the perfect place to look. Yamanaka Flowers.

Deidara passed her the money needed to buy a few, just in case extras were needed, and decided to pass the time at a takoyaki stand with good prices. The flower store was quiet, only an older teenage-looking girl at the register, occupied by arranging a bouquet. The selection of flowers was beautiful, of course, practically any kind anyone would possibly want all in the best condition, Y/n was quite impressed. Sadly after looking at every shelf, basket, and vase of flowers in the entire store, no rose looked like the one she had seen before.

Just as Y/n was about to give up her search and instead lecture Deidara about his poor eating habits, the girl walked up. “Anything I can help you find?” She asked, still holding some flowers in her hand. “Oh… I wasn’t able to find what I was…” Y/n responded, though spotting the perfect flower right mid sentence. “Hm? We have an amazing selection, maybe I can help you find a similar one!” She replied, though Y/n was thinking about something else at the moment.

“Do you have any of the flower that you’re wearing?” Y/n asked, newly filled with optimism as she eyed the flower tucked behind the girls ear, stem still on. “Oh this one? I only have one. My teammate found it on a mission and thought I would like it, he brought it a few minutes ago. Sorry.” She apologized, Y/n’s lifted spirits dying in an instant. “Did you need it for something important?” Y/n nodded. “Well… It’s for a boy… and I think this flower has some kind of significance to him?” The girl’s eyes sparkled. “A boy? Like… for a confession?” Y/n smiled lightly, and the girl instantly handed her the flower. “This is exactly what I do this for! I would love to be a part of a new relationship blossoming! Here, keep it free!” She smiled, refusing to take payment though Y/n, being kind, still offered.

“Thank you!” Y/n called, exiting the shop with flower in tow. “Good luck!” The girl, now known as Ino, yelled back. As she stepped out on the streets, the sun was already setting, Sasori having already started walking back after getting all the life experiences he needed to reach fulfillment. Deidara was quite easy to find, he had passed out from exhaustion caused by running and eating at all the places and was slumped on a bench, curled up like a little puppy. Sasori, who was only a few yards away from Y/n and Deidara lost his smile when he witnessed the act. Y/n pet his head gently while sitting next to him, and lifted him up trying to move him, situating him into a hugging position while she tried to carry him in some way. Unfortunately her efforts were a miss, as she was unable. “Sasori! Can you help me?” She called, finally noticing him.

The travel back to the inn 10 minutes from the village was filled with nothing but silence, Sasori and Y/n opting to carry the blonde together instead of summoning one of his puppets seeing as the walk was short enough. After paying, and the rough challenge of trying to get Deidara up the narrow stairway horizontally, they could finally relax, dropping him on the bed and Y/n gently tucking him in as Sasori got set up, organizing his kunai’s and refilling some weapons attached to Hiruko. Y/n, who had kept the flower sealed in a scroll decided to summon it in the bathroom, to give to Sasori now that they wouldn’t have any disturbance from Deidara, deciding it would go more smoothly without him in the way.

Sasori whose mind was finally clear of Y/n, actually having things to do with his puppet improvements, did not expect her next actions. Knowing it was her, the ruffle of his hair did not physically phase him, still not bothering to turn around trying to keep his focus. “See Sasori? You’re so pretty!” Y/n said, Sasori then turning to look at the full length mirror leaning against the wall. He immediately hid his face, a growing blush, one he did not think could happen considering he was wood, took over his cheeks. The next moments were just annoyance, her words echoing in his hollow head, part of him wanting to remove the flower as soon as possible, the the other just relishing it’s presence. It wasn’t until she turned him again, that he realized just what flower it was.

The red petals, almost protected by the seemingly normal and bland brown ones, yet were, in the end, maybe the most important part of it. Two colors, two things together that were essential to each other, that made the rose the curious spectacle that it was. Y/n’s smile soon faded for the nth time that day, seeing Sasori’s face go from teasingly annoyed to what appeared to be anger. “Y/n… where did you find this?” He asked, holding the flower in his hand. “Uhm…” She felt hesitant to respond, not wanting to irritate him further. He had never displayed any behavior close to this in front of her, ever. “I asked, where did you find this.” He stated again, and she finally worked up the courage to speak. “I… it was in Hiruko. I thought… you might like it so we went out to get it…” She mumbled, looking over at a peaceful, sleeping Deidara.

“You were snooping around my things. Both of you were.” He gestured to the blonde. “You invaded my privacy, Y/n!” He started to speak louder, almost yelling. “You… you have no idea…” He whispered, avoiding her gaze. He was so angry, but Y/n didn’t know why. How could a confession go this wrong? And the sadness, tears starting to well up in her eyes, were not helping Sasori. He was on the fence of exploding or breaking down. Something about that flower… seeing it in person… triggered something inside he had kept down for far too long. Puppets were supposed to be emotionless… right?

“I’m… I’m so sorry Sasori… I didn’t know it was that important!” Y/n pleaded, Sasori not having noticed he raised his fist up until that point, but he didn’t take it down. “I… I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU, AND DEIDARA. HOW DARE YOU… HOW DARE…” He started yelling, only stopping when he noticed the tears streaming down Y/n’s face. He finally softened, her whimpering in fear as his hand got closer to her, but instead of a harsh impact, his arms wrapped around her into a tight hug.

“I… I don’t know what came over me Y/n… I… I’m so sorry…” A single teardrop, something that wasn’t supposed to happen as a puppet, fell from his eye, dropping down onto Y/n’s cheek. Deidara, who had finally woken up to the screaming and sobs, could only lay in shock at the scene. Sasori never acted this way. How was it that a flower… a single flower… could have done so much damage?

Sasori took it upon himself to explain, knowing Y/n was surely not brave enough to ask. “It was a gift… one that I got from… a friend…” He started, the memory still vivid in his mind like it had just occurred. “Komushi… he was the only friend I had in Suna. He was always curious and excited about my puppetry.” Eyes still red from crying, you had perked up, listening to his tale. “He had gotten me the flower once, as a gift, to symbolize our friendship, and to thank me for building him… an arm… after he got injured and lost his.” He tried to smile, though the memory was one that made him frown. “But… he passed… and it was my fault.” As Y/n pushed her face into his chest, he could only slightly hear the wave of apologies that came out of her mouth.

Not only was the gravity of the situation misjudged, but it just proved even more that Y/n did not know Sasori, at least not that well. The last glimmer of hope was gone, just like the flower as the petals started to fall of it and hit the floor. “Why… why did you want to get me this?” He inquired, lifting her head so they could make eye contact. “Because… I thought it might be your favorite.” She responded, looking away. “But why a gift for me?” He continued to press, a newfound amount of courage somehow gained from the experience.

“Because… I wanted to show you… I mean tell you that I… really like you.” She mumbled out, him barely catching her words. Finally it was his turn to laugh, a slight chuckle coming out of his mouth. “Well you should know… I really like you too.” He whispered against her ear, both of them having long forgotten about the other presence in the room. “I promise, I didn’t mean it. I could never hate you, or Deidara, despite how much of a brat he is.” He brought her into a tighter hug, him now whispering apologies and hoping she could learn to forgive him, though she had already done so.

“Am I going to have to start sleeping on the floor now danna? Or will we get another room?” The blonde asked, completely demolishing the mood.

“DEIDARA…”

#sasori #naruto #deidara #sasori x reader #sasori of the red sand #akatsuki #akatsuki x reader

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