#he is so rime to me. aw man

[luvring]

idk if ur reqs are open but I would love to hear your thoughts on Vere 👁️👁️ hes literally dominated my entire headspace I can’t go ten minutes w/o thinking ab how I want to bite his forearm

GENERAL VERE HCS

gn!reader | back 2 knocking these guys out of the park. also i realized these are shorter than my hq bf hcs so. if anyone wants a pt.2 for anybody.. u know what to do

i think u Should bite his arm. For Fun. vere w bite-y partner who he bites back. 'gently' considering he has fangs though

congratulations on being one of 2 people he'd let touch and brush his tail. sometimes he swishes it against your face and then pretends he didn't. "i have no idea what you're talking about," he says before making direct eye contact and doing it again

he likes drawing. ok. have we considered him drawing you. you ask him about it and he says he won't show you. you tease him and ask "what? did you draw sparkles and hearts surrounding me?" and he plays along, "yes, i even checked what i'd look like with your last name and drew us kissing."

It's actually quite a nice sketch of you though. like of you smiling or asleep or something because you fell aslep near him. oh man...

vere knows all the ins and outs of the city which means he can give you a personalized tour that caters to all your interests!! you can ask him to take you to his favourite spots too of course but he feels very accomplished watching you grin in the store he purposely walked by

shocked if you get him a gift. acts nonchalant and is good enough at accepting things but internally, especially if it's something he's been eyeing for a while or has sentimental value,, he . He....

like yeah okay vere...act all cool...as if your eyes don't flicker over whenever you walk past it...as if you don't catch yourself smiling subconsciously...whatever

definitely tries cooking your favourite meal. doesn't go very well, especially if it's something he's never had, but he'll keep practicing until he makes something decent. don't ask how many attempts he did because he won't tell you unless he somehow started a fire and even Then the truth is debatable

if YOU know how to cook it Please for the love of god teach him, or write down the recipe for both your sakes. for the kitchen. plea

everyone tells him/the both of you to shut the hell up whenever you start flirting back and forth/competing to see how many innuendos you can feasibly say. the both of you team up only to bully everyone else for being single before continuing

asshole if you played uno. i'm not competitive nor do i give two shits if i lose at uno but even i would lose it watching vere push for whatever stacking rule he needs to get someone a +20. watch your cards or he'll manage to look over at them. do not trust a single deal he tries. watch his ears and tail i'm sure he has a tell

really good at helping build confidence . what ais said about him being honest but also not trusting anything he says yeah well this is when he'd be completely honest. easily reminds you how capable you are of something, knows what makes you confident, etc etc. and you just ? know you can trust him? it's the vibe. how he says it so plainly as if it's obvious

don't try to lie to him about things. like if you're upset about something it is So obvious to him no matter how hard you try and he'd really appreciate it if you would tell him why or ask to talk about it later when you're ready.

^ as someone who wants to piss her pants at the thought of being direct or whatever,, he'd also be very good at knowing when to push or not. if you respond better to a lighter/gentle reminder i'm sure he would do so :heart:

i have a feeling this guy would be incredibly incredibly incredibly into you asking to post him on any socmed. do you want his face in it. do you want it to be a little spicy. should he pose. actually he probably pouts a little if you want a faceless pose but bro why does it matter if there is not a cm of space between us. why is your hand around my neck rn /lh You know the poses

#touchstarved game #touchstarved vere #vere x reader #🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #he is so rime to me. aw man #nia + touchstarved

[tawneybel]

Thoughts on Eddie the head, iron maiden’s mascot?

The only Iron Maiden song I could name before this post was “Rime of the Ancient Mariner,” because I mostly listen to new wave/synthpop/trap. It’s adorable when bands have a mascot that shows up on every album, though.

I’m just going to discuss how fuck/able some versions are and get each cover from Wikipedia.

Iron Maiden: Surprisingly good teethies for a corpse… thingy.

Remastered Iron Maiden: The background is pretty. Would you have to worry about anyone bothering you while you admire the scenery and hold Eddie’s hand? Not if he was making that face.

Killers: More attractive than on the cover for Iron Maiden. It’s sort of suggestive, with someone tugging on his shirt and Eddie posing sorta ass-out. Wait, is he British? Arse-out.

“Twilight Zone”: Aw, she has his portrait. So he’s dateable as two types of undead?

Piece of Mind: They shaved him for this. All over or not, I cannot say.

Somewhere in Time: Released in 1986, so before Lord Zedd seduced us with his flayed bod… there was Eddie.

“Wasted Years”: Is there any way to cyber on this? No? What’s the point of intergalactic transmissions, then?!

“Can I Play with Madness”: Eddie can play with madness, but he can’t play with my breasts. Not in that state.

“The Evil That Men Do”: Now he’s just being unapproachable on purpose.

“The Clairvoyant”: The tongues draw me in, but the flames warn me away.

Fear of the Dark: You try to canoodle with him and a snapped twig pokes you in the eye.

The X Factor: You can’t actually bone someone when there’s exposed bone. Not that much, anyway. It’s like a misnomer.

“Man on the Edge”: The edge of what? This is just a regular trip to the orthodontist’s. Also, would. Maybe.

A Matter of Life and Death: “You and what army?” “Only the Army of the Living Dead.” Again, too much bone.

#kirlias452 #ask #Eddie the Head #Eddie #Iron Maiden #minors do not interact #Iron Maiden band #undead #zombie #ghost #skeleton #Rime of the Ancient Mariner #horror #Iron Maiden album #Killer #Piece of Mind #Somewhere in Time #Lord Zedd #Power Rangers #Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #Fear of the Dark #The X Factor #A Matter of Life and Death #SpongeBob SquarePants #Nickelodeon

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Rime a Stepdad (ft.MC)

Did not proofread. Wanted to do this one for a while. This fic is all over the place. On Spring break. Shitshow all the way. Relish daddy rime!

Daddy Varela!? Deer stud became a papi??!! DILF??!akdjkksjjjsks…. What? How? Him? 😳 Well he knows the "How" part. And besides his bed manners surpassed your expectations. Ahem. Anyhow, you said something? Oh…ah….you're not pregnant. You have a kid/kids but from a previous relationship. Yep. That makes more sense.

Congratulations, you look horrendous in white anyway. The jig is up MC. "R-Rime!!" Kidding. Am I?.... *flock his white tinted nose*

Establishing your relationship with rime can be three scenarios. First can be straight-up enemies but one day he sees you with anisa talking in the courtyard on her shift. She giggles hair poofed at whatever nonsense you said to make her show her fangs. He gets a bit closer overhearing your two's chatter. "I can't imagine how you do it, MC?" "I make do as I go along. It's challenging but I love them to the moon and back!" Wrinkling his nose at your lady's talk he peaks from behind the wall to see a picture on your….box thing. Rectangle tool. Earth garbage. (Of course, you're in the photo but another/others appears next to you with a smile) "Being a single parent is brutal. I just hope I can get home to them again before they notice I'm gone. They just turned….!" "Aw!" Walking off you leave rime to be dumbfounded at the brutal truth he wished he hadn't heard. His whole goal is to wipe your existence from the planet. Now his scarred chest flares up aching with every breath he inhales through his flared nostrils. Jaw tight and back hitting the pillars his muscles constrict on themselves like a coiled serpent. Skin heated at the tips of his fingers he curses his mortality for tugging at his melted heart strings. "Damn it all!!" He despise you. Even so, his new goal is getting you home quickly to be rid of your ugly mug. 

Second and third stage is beneficial adversaries to tough love friends to potential lovers.

Will ask questions and concerns. You tell him things here and there. Like their favorite hobbies or likes and dislikes. Nervous. Super nervous of their impression of him. Especially if you told them the backstory of how you met. Man needs a drink. When he does meet them for the first time is surprised at their enthusiasm. Your kin flaunt to him for his features. And his height. Climb him. Babies squealing for him to hold them. Kids will ask HIM questions on his magic. Teens just shrug and nod at him chiming in when he talks to them. Instant connection. Man is relieved. 

Personally, his family history is tainted. In hindsight, he's the type to be difficult with children altogether. In time he bends the knee for them to rain terror on their enemies. Which he becomes their dark knight. 

If you adopted he isn't surprised of your kindness and love. It's the idea of you not being able to conceive that makes him want to hug you close murmuring reassurance that you are a great parent no matter how burnt out you are. 

If they're your own he admires the strength you have to carry a person/ person's for nine months. Unless they were born early or late. Then he sometimes rubs your stomach scar if you got a c-section to kiss your cheek with a sly grin. "Hello, indestructible!"

From newborns to toddlers, he is out of bound to this paternal instinct thing. Definitely not a clue what to do in this situation. In time he asked you in the roundabout way of your kin. "MC! They keep reaching for my antlers make them stop!" "They are just curious rime." Huff's and complains but over time gets used to their touch. Small hands and toes. Diaper changing makes him ill. Disappers for a minute to warm the bottle up and hears the baby/babies cry and immediately returns to hear them stop. Walks out again to hear them scream their lungs out. "Give me a break! I'm just a man!" 

I have a feeling for kids age 3-10 he plays fetch with them and MC tells him to actually engage in playtime. "Their not dogs. Skips rocks with them or tell them to play outside." "How was I suppose to know that they can handle advance topics at their age." (Child/children tug his skirt) ".....What now?" *holds up the stick* "AGAIN!!" Looks to MC with a raised eyebrow. "Hhmm, see they know the basic hands on activity." "Your ridiculous." "I'm a genius."

Teenagers vs rime. He let's them sneak out the tower sometimes. When he scolds them he secretly buys praises their mischief, cleverness with sweets. Vibe all day long. Outfits on point. And insults on blast. If caught by guards he pretends not to know them until they are kicked out  or banned. "You got caught….HOW!!?" "Look on the bright side." "...Bright side?" "MC loves me/us more than you so forgiveness is key." Chases them around a merchants table as they laugh at his attempts to catch them. They make silly faces at him all day long till MC and Felix comes along to scold them. 🤪😝😗🥴. Rime finally tackling them and tickling them to the point of tears escaping them. "Yield or suffer!" *cough* gasp *sputter* "n-n-n…never!!" 

 When the children fall sick he is by their bedside checking their fever and cooing silly stories to them. Reads to them with illusions. Cooks rarely but does it when they ask for his meals. 

Plays hide and seek with them with sage and tulsi till they lose them. Then he'll breaks lose as all three panic and tell at each other.

Elowen just swishes her tail at the fools looking under the mess halls table with giggling troublemakers. "Spin three times and quack like a duck. Then slap yourself. The kids might appear." "Listen feline we are NOT doing that." "Fine get yelled at by MC"..." What was the first thing you said again Ellie" "Tulsi!!" "What!"

Buys them endless clothes and jewels. Gets their ears pierced.

One day they go up to him and ask if they can call him "dad" he runs into a door. Talks with MC for hours and hours till he goes up to them and approves. Ruffles their hair. Prefers to be called dad, pa, father, and so on. 

Drops them off to their biological guardian (your ex) to keep that bond. God knows his relationship with his parents are none existent. If you are a widow will celebrate the anniversary with the kids to remember the happy times. Just wants you and them to be happy. 

Doesn't diminish their relationships platonically or romantic. Respects their own choices and gives them honest advice. Never lies to them.

One day you all hang out and he notices you've all fell asleep and couldn't be happier how is life turned out. Grateful. Loved. And adored. He is in heaven.

#fictif #last legacy #rime solano varela #rime varela #fictif rime #last legacy rime #gender neutral s/o #found family

[depressed-teacup-inc]

Hey I'm back let's talk Season 5

So... first episode of season 5. I'm... holy shit man I'm not in a good enough headspace for another season.

As per usual, I'd like to start on a positive note before explaining why everything goes to shit, so let me list out some nice things in the first episode of season 5:

1. Ladybug is half-way decent to Chat Noir!

Like honestly girl, kudos that after an entire season of continuously abusing and treating Chat like shit and lying, you had the decency to let him use the bunny miraculous, can't wait for this moment to be forgotten and to go back to the status quo of still lying to Chat about the identity rule DESPITE THE FACT IT LITERALLY DOESN'T MATTER!

(Like literally Bunnyx apparenty revealed herself to her dad a while back and gave him selfoes of herself across rime what the fuck)

2. Hawkmoth chose the smart first move for having all the miraculouses, and used time travel! Like sis good job thinking ahead here a bit! Can't wait for you to proceed to be a dumbass about it (shit right this is the positive list)

3. Nathalie calling out Gabriel

This is just what it sounds like bestie, Nathalie deserves better then to be a simp, go off queen.

...OK LET'S DISCUSS WHY THIS GOES BAD REALLY BAD

LADYBUG AND HAWKMOTH ARE ABSOLUTE FUCKING IDIOTS

Like holy shit I never thought these guys could get any dumber, let's start with Ladybug.

Ok side note, even if I made it in the season 4 finale post, I despise how they let Ladybug off an entire season of abuse like this. LIKE GIRL DEADASS MAKES THE SECOND WORST POSSIBLE MISTAKE ABOUT THE MIRACULOUSES (The first would be to just hand Hawkmoth the Ladybug and Cat miraculouses) AND EVERYONE FORGIVES HER JUST LIKE THAT!!! CHAT LITERALLY JUST FORGIVES ALL THIS SHIT DESPITE HOW AWFUL SHE WAS TO HIM!

and again, I don't care how much Marinette cries about how she messed up (Here's why) BECAUSE SHE NEVER LEARNS! she never actually develops after making mistakes so her crying is like salt on open wounds.

AND THIS EPISODE! THE EPISODE MEANT TO THEMATICALLY REPRESENT LADYBUG LITERALLY GETTING SECOND CHANCES AND FIXING HER MISTAKES!!! have her do this.

Now don't get me wrong, I get freaking out or being out of it when you see that your greatest enemy deadass just collapsed on the floor, but after she made the mistake of hesitating and taking the bunny miraculous knowing it's affected by catch, INSTEAD OF TAKING ALL THE MIRACULOUSES OFF OF MONARCH (God that name) AND THEREFORE SECURING THE DOG MIRACULOUS AND BUNNY MIRACULOUS BOTH AT ONCE!!!

THIS BITCH (after crying of course because her life is hardddd) DOESNT JUST GO BACK IN TIME AND QUICKLY GET ALL THE MIRACULOUSES, NO! SHE JUST MAKES THIS WHOLE ASS CONVOLUTED PLAN TO TAKE JUST THE BUNNY MIRACULOUS USING ANOTHER VERSION OF THE DOG MIRACULOUS (BTW do kwamis exist outside of time? god time travel gives me a headache) WHICH COULD HAVE ONLY SUCCEEDED IF HAWKMOTH WOULD MAKE THE STUPIDEST CHOICE POSSIBLE BASED ON A JEWELRY BOX!!!

which brings me... To Monarch. God he was a dumbass.

LITERALLY. BITCH HAS THE CURE FOR NATHALIE/EMILIE WITHIN HIS FINGERTIPS. THE POSSIBILITY TO LITERALLY REVERSE EVERYTHING. AND THIS BITCH CHOOSES TO GO CHASE LADYBUG (and I'm just saying Ladybug, because deadass, at this point it feels like the show forgets that Chat Noir is supposed to be Monarch's enemy too, like he's so ignored even in battles) BECAUSE OF AND I'll SAY IT AGAIN. A JEWELRY BOX!!!!

The entire plot of this series could have ended right here, right now if it weren't for the world's most flimsy plot thread. And in an episode about second chances and fixing your mistakes too.

But at least Gabe gets called out for it, while Ladybug is praised saying "See! you'll figure it out you're the best!"

Also Monarch's design is dumb, and I'm disappointed they didn't have a design of just Fluff and Nooroo for Bunny girl Hawkmoth.

And with the trailers for Multiplication and Hawkmoth melting the miraculouses into rings, and the names of the episodes? I am pretty certain this season is turning into "Miraculous: Pokemon edition! collect them all!"

But hey at least Rabbit Noir and Alix were cute!

(Alix you should have kept the Barrett sweetie it suited you)

#miraculous ladybug #mlb fandom #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #ml rants #ml season 5 #Ladybug #wow! I hate it #I'm not ready for this season #A JEWELRY BOX!!!!!!

[poisonouswritings]

Hi!!! if it possible can I make a request of M3 with mc who has a very big Mexican family (I'm going to be specific and say mc being the oldest grandchild with 9 siblings)

They all live in a very big house with their uncles, aunts, their cousins, their mom and their abuela

They are basically party animals and very loud but very supportive, loving and absolutely adore both mc and their Lis. They greet them with alot of hugs and kisses.

They make a huge celebration for mc and their Lis and invite everyone in their village with alot of food, drinks, dancing and music. Abuela says " a toast for our newest family member" and everyone cheers. If any the Lis call abuela a formal name like ma'am she says " Aye mijo/mija you are a family member you call me abuela like anyone else "

Mc takes their Lis somewhere quiet ,away from the loud celebration and ends up at the Ofrenda. Mc makes a quick pray and Lis notice a photo of a man on the ofrenda who mc looks a split image of. They says that was their dad and he died 5 years ago from cancer, they say " he was a loving son, father and a husband , he cared for everyone around him, never afraid to say his opinion and stand up for his loved one" they let a sad chuckle "I'd love to think I take a little bit after him" then they look at their Lis "y'know. I think he would've loved meeting you. You guys would have gotten along pretty well" (image mc asking sage to put a drawn photo of lucan on the ofrenda 😭😭)

After the celebration mc asks their Lis what they think of their family and hopefully it's not overwhelming for them because they would like like nothing but them part of their crazy but loving family

Aw this is sweet

GN!Reader, that's gonna be really loud, I'm gonna toss out some Nicaraguan food recommendations because I am Nicaraguan, ultimately I think Rime is the only one who would be able to not somehow embarrass himself because he is Hispanic, I didn't really address the dad thind because I haven't been through that it just seemed a little too personal. Now if you guys wanna ask me about a parent having a stroke, that I can do, but when my dad had his I made jokes about it so

Felix Escellun

So remember in Sage's route when Felix does that translation spell on you and you can hear Sage and Tulsi talking,,, okay he does that for himself but he's getting the literal translations

Someone is talking about how everyone really went all out with the decorating and they say 'tiran la casa por la ventana' and you know what it means but Felix hears 'you guys threw the house out the window' and he's so

Your abuela pinches his cheek and is like 'oh mijo eres un buena papa' and she's trying to say that he's sweet but he hears that he's a good potato

There's always that one cousin that won't shut up about her boyfriend or whatever and someone goes 'estas comiendo moscas' and Felix is like What Do You Mean She's Eating Flies????

A tia looks at you and Felix and is like 'encontraste tu media naranja' and it means 'you found your other half' but Felix is now looking around for half an orange

(i swear the ofmd reference was not intentional. i mean maybe it was intentional on the show's part but not on my part)

That's what the majority of the night consists of. Someone says something in Spanish and Felix is blinking in confusion. Although he'd probably know a little Spanish himself from Rime but nothing substantial.

I don't know if Felix would like pinollio, but if he doesn't then you can have his.

(I like adding banana to it but I've had people tell me that's sacrilegious,,, pero este sueno como un problema tuyo)

Also this is not really a Nicaraguan thing but growing up my nana would make scrambled eggs and gallo pinto but she would put syrup on all of it and I think that's something Felix would do.

(Yeah that part is sacrilegious I don't have an excuse for that)

Felix feels awkward because his family has never really been warm and welcoming like that (aside from Florian I think) but he's happy! He's nervous about messing it up though. Give him a little reassurance.

Anisa Anka

I wanna see Anisa in like,, a jalisco or something,,, I just think she'd look really pretty don't mind me

Originally Anisa is sent to help in the kitchen because she's part of the family so she's gotta pull her weight but then she puts like,, see cause she doesn't speak Spanish so the tias are trying to give her instructions or whatever and she manages to put mayo on the elote because someone told her to put manteca (butter) and she just heard the 'ma' sound and ran with it,,, someone asks her to pull out the leche (milk) for tres leches and she starts making a salad because lettuce,,,,,, you're just standing to the side snickering and then you get whapped with a chancla for laughing at her.

All I'm saying is that my nana would see how much Anisa eats and start (affectionately) calling her Gordita. And just load her plate with nacatamales.

(god i want some nacatamales rn why would you do this to me anon)

No but anyways my point is when you finally do get to pull Anisa outside for a minute she's got tears in her eyes but she is immensely happy because I think she's always wanted to be part of a big and loving family,, insists you teach her Spanish so she can fit in.

The Lumity (ToH) thing where Amity wants to learn Spanish to impress Luz and finds a cookbook and starts calling Luz batata (sweet potato),, Anisa looks so proud of herself and you just have to go with it,,, ough my heart,,,,,,

Sage Lesath

Firstly I do love the idea of having Sage make a little doodle of Lucan (and Balsam) for the ofrenda

Secondly I think Sage would fit in well with a big family! It would take a bit of adjusting at first, since he's used to it just being the Starsworn and Tulsi, but once he has settled I think he'd have fun!

Your little cousins and the village children are gonna climb all over him. Sorry. He's just an Automatic Playground.

P,,,,, put him in a poncho? A sombrero??? Someone jokingly invites him to join in a mariachi performance and he fucking does but he has no idea what's happening. Everyone is laughing (nicely) and he's embarrassed but he's having fun.

Salsa dancing with him. He's a little more able to roll with it because he knows how to dance but he's blushing like crazy

He helps in the kitchen! Someone is like 'aye mijo go in the living room with the men' but no he wants to help >:( he knows how to cook >:( he can do it >:( let him be useful

But I still think he might need to step out to get air every once in a while. It's,,, a lot to handle all at once. Especially if it's post-timeskip.

Y'all have queso frito and Sage has one and his eyes dilate a little,, you turn away for a second and look back and he's shoved like nine of them in his mouth,,,,, baby that's gonna hurt your tummy,,,,,,,,,,,

(personally i don't like queso frito all that much because the texture fucks with me but the taste itself is good, and my sister loves it, so)

Ultimately I think he's very flustered!! Honored but flustered. And incredibly touched that everyone is being so sweet and accepting.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #felix escellun x reader #anisa anka x reader #sage lesath x reader #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #fictif felix #last legacy felix #anisa anka #fictif anisa #last legacy anisa #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

[recromage]

Can’t be tamed!

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Chapter 1

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Looking in on the arena a hoard of folk can be seen. From the big to the small and even the unseen. All of whom can be seen cheering, screaming, and yelling. People can be seen making bets, calling on even cheering for their choices, and trying to earn some money.

'Oh, you look at that. The battles are beginning again, let's have a look. Shall we?'

When looking into the small room not much can be said about it. The walls are plain beige the floors are made of dark brown wooden planks. There is a couple of tables manned by people each taking care of the person in front of them. Some look to be headed to the higher levels handing over big sums of money; while others hand over smaller sets, no doubt headed to the standard seats. Looking around there are chairs full of people of all kinds, one no doubt waiting to get in and others not so fortunate.

The less fortunate look to be sad as if they can tell what's to come. Why, there is a boy (he looks to be the type to have been a nobleman if we were back in said ere.)with what appears to be a young girl by his side. She looks to be chained, shivering, and to be telling herself that everything is fine; oh the poor girl. She looks to be no older than ten years old, with pretty blonde hair and blue eyes. It amazes me what you humans do to one another.

The boy looks to be striking up a deal with a big man. The man clad from head to toe in lavish garments happened to be a big man, a big chunky man. Ugly in the face, double chin, and has ugly hanging skin; I dare say he's giving off goblin king vibes. The man hands the boy a stack of cash after 'assessing his new goods' and gives the boy a half hug while directing him down a hallway.

'Let's follow them, yeah?'

The man leads the boy down a set of stairs leading to what looks to be a vast room so filthy you would wonder just how long it's been since it was last cleaned. the walls are coated in a mystery substance and the smell is just awful. The room is lined with cells so rotten you might get an infection just from grazing it, never mind looking at it. Most cells seem to have a person in them, some with more than one person in them. Each of the beings in the cells looks to be beaten, bruised, and as filthy as can be; like they have yet to discover what a bath is. Covered in rags with holes in them, scars and cuts running along their beings; It's times like these that I pity humans.

Hidden in a cell lies a group of kids each as filthy as the last and some more than others but each appear to have been through the ring. Clad in black lays a woman with tattered caramel skin, brown eyes and hair to match. Hair tied in a low ponytail while a pair of thick rimed glasses lay upon her head. With a scowl on her face and the scars to match I think it's a safe be to stay away from her.

Another woman lay beside her, sporting a not so clean bandage wrapped around her leg. With dark skin, long black hair, and bright blue eyes anyone could tell she was a looker. Wearing a white now gray shirt with patches of dirt hear and there in it. Black spacious pants and the most tattered sandals one can have, you would question why she's even wearing them.

Not far in the corner wearing nothing but a long sack a young girl sits rocking herself back and forth in a repetitive manner. She can be seen with dirty, dirty blonde hair, green eyes shut so tight she might give herself a headache. The lady looked to be so scared like she had the life drained from her. Rocking back and forth, back and forth, muttering about how she was going to die, how she barely survives. Even with her occasional blinking of her eyes on can easily see that her eyes are bloodshot and full almost like she had been crying all night.

The final girl there hard to miss but hard to see stands in the dark. This young lady standing at the (not so tall) height of 5'3 (160cm, 63in) can be seen looking all around. Left to right, up and down, this young lady can be seen looking all around. For what reason other than escape, that or the por girl has gone insane.

Dressed in rags and covered with dust, dirt, and grime smeared all over her; disguised her long white hair and skin as pure as freshly laid snow. Eyes that shine brighter than any jasper could ever be; with long lashes and such thin brows you'd think she to be cared for. Her ears were small in size but pointed to her sides; Lips plumber than a plum, and even rosier than a cherry. In different circumstances, one might think of her to be a queen with her head held high and a fire in her eye.

The young blonde scared she may be watched as the fat man had a man open up the cell and pushed her in. The boy and the man stand together laughing, one for he got a new toy and the other because he got rid of his old one. "You back at it again you old goblin?" said the albino. The 'goblin' in question stopped laughing and turned to the lady "Of course my dear, how else do you expect me to have my fun?"

The lady gave him a nasty look and said "And you wonder why no one likes you?" "What do you mean, everyone here likes me!" "How could they not? I am their king!" he exclaimed. Some men in the back could be heard cheering and other clapping 'Quite obviously they are the ones betting. Hm?' "Your no king, just one heck of a nasty man!" "I AM KING!" the man shouts, after a few seconds the mans coughs and puts himself back together. "You had better watch you mouth, you may be my favorite toy but I can easily make you the next contestant." the man says as he turns around an left.

The poor blonde from earlier having appeared to have been long forgotten moved closer to the wall catching the albino's attention. The girls eye went big when she realized she'd been spotted. "Oh narly! Did I scare you?" The albino said getting closer to the blonde. "Just a little, BUT IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT!" The blonde exclaimed. "Nonetheless I'm sorry if I startled you, my names Elvira, what's yours luv?" Elvira said. Maybe it was the way she was so nice to her or maybe it was just the way she carried herself but our little blonde just felt the need to answer the albino. "Ema, my name's Ema miss Vira" Ema said with a laugh Elvira looked to Ema and said "No need for the 'miss', like I said I'm Elvira" she said pointing to herself. "That's Rex" she said pointing to the brunette, "That's Alexandria, Alex for short" she pointed to the raven "And the lady rocking is Haven." " She's a bit crazy 'cus she's been through more than us, at least mentally." She said.

"We may not be a big bunch but we're probably the closest thing your going to get to a family while your stuck in here." Elvira said with a smile. "A family huh? I like the thought of that." Ema said with a small smile on her face. "So, we should probably let you in on what's to come yeah?" Elvira said. Ema tilted her head in question but stayed silent. Alex got up from her laying position and began to speak. "I don't see why, she'll die if not today then when she's chosen." "Most of these creeps like to see a little girl running for her life" Alex said with a dead stare. "Though that may be true it does not change the fact that she should be warned and prepared!" Elvira said with a smile and small glare directed at Alex.

"Ugh fine" Alex said letting out a sigh. "Every night sometimes in the day but usually at night eight the 'King' or someone come and get someone." "When they come you do not want to be the one they grab." "They drag you to the side lead you through the walls until they finally throw you into the ring with people who know what they are doing." Alex said with a grunt. "You had better hope that  they don't put you with vets-" Alex got cut off "What are vets?" ema asked "Huh? Vets are the ones who have been here and survived the longest." Alex said.

"If you have powers or a quirk then survival gets a whole lot easier though" Elvira chipped in. "Thank you for your unnecessary words, but yes it can be a lot easier if you have a quirk." said Alex "Do you have a quirk?' questioned Elvira. "A quir-' Ema didn't get to finish her sentence before a buff man came in and dragged her and Elvira away. The 'family' behind her screaming behind her.

"Let go, let go, let go!" The only thing anyone could hear from the two young girls. The man just laughed while he dragged them to a tall gate. The 'king' sat there waiting on them "Took you long enough, I hope you fight as well you cause problems." said the king. With the wave of a hand the buff man tossed them out of the gate. As soon as they hit the ground yells erupted from the arena yells of "We got some beauts this time!" "They don't look like they could even land a hit!' and "My moneys on the big guy!" can be heard all around.

The two girls got up and looked around one thinking 'I might just die today' with a scared look on her face. While the other thinking 'Well I can't get out now, I've got a new kid and the gang isn't here, can't leave by myself.' Looking up and around Ema could make out the wall so tall it makes them look like ants. Vira looking around could see many folk from the power hungry men and woman to a peculiar bunch chillin gin the back. One is sporting a light blue haircut with hands all over his body, a black top and black pants to match. Another is a raven sporting a black coat, white tank top, and black pants with a belt. 'He has some interesting scars.' Vira thought.

Another was a women a blonde to be precise, with a crazy look and a smile on her face. The lady is wearing a blue skirt, long black socks, a beige top. 'Is that a school girl uniform?' The last man sitting with his group was made up of a dark purple to black mist. Wearing black pants, a white under shirt black tie, grey vest, and a metal brace laying on his collar.

The group appears to be looking around in all directions. The blonde watching a male who appears to be showing off to the crowd. The raven's not even paying attention, more focused on his phone. The misty man though hard to tell was staring at the lanky man and back at the crowd. Despite everyone looking in their on directions the lanky blue haired man was staring directly at Elvira.

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Word count: 2038

#original story #Can’t be tamed #mha

[omgreally]

can we get a din sponging down your sick feverish ass fic tho 👀 because you know he’d be worrying himself sick in that quiet stoic way about you being sick and doing all that he can to help you feel better. your fever sleep whimpers making his heart hurt a lil

yes, yes we can

rimes binding ice, M, Din Djarin/F!Reader - sick!reader, Din's magic healing hands, a cold shower and snuggling with armorless Din, what more can we all ask for

You’ve been fighting it off for days, pretending you were fine, pretending the sweat springing to every available inch of skin isn’t out of the ordinary. You’re exhausted from every effort, from the walk from the town to the spaceport, but you studiously ignore the Mandalorian’s shining, outstretched arm every time he offers it.

Din Djarin is not a man with a penchant for weakness himself, but you know he would not blame you for it. Still, your pride is as strong as his Way; and only almost as unshakable.

You break down when you get back to the Crest II, when the ground just kind of gives out from under you. You vaguely recall Peli and Din both - and one of the bots, ineffectively grabbing at your boots - helping drag you inside the ship.

The child watches with wide eyes, tries to touch you, but Din shoos him away and tells Peli to keep him occupied while he takes care of you.

Takes care of you. The conviction in his modulated voice is almost enough to make you shiver through the fever.

It takes too long to break, and you fall into a fitful doze late in the evening, and you know you’re whimpering and twitching in your sleep like a pathetic animal but you’re too sick to care.

You half-stir when you feel something comparatively cool on your damp forehead. A hand; fingers. Soft-voiced words, a little filtered, urging you to sit up. To move. You do in a daze, and you let the hands lift your sweat-soaked clothes away, stripping you to the waist. Then, something cold - shockingly so - your eyelids flutter open and you sway into the hand hodling you up by the shoulder.

Din Djarin’s hand.

You see your face reflected, distorted in the curve of his helm. Hair everywhere, face flushed, upper lip shiny; you look a mess. The cold thing is a wet rag Din has pressed to the side of your face with the hand not holding you up.

“I feel awful,” you croak, unnecessarily. He hushes you with a shake of his head. Your eyelids drift, the effort of keeping them open exhausting you already. The cloth travels down your neck and you sigh, tipping your head back - Din diligently daubs away at the moisture gathered in the hollows of your collarbones. He dips the cloth into some unseen container of water and returns it, blessedly quickly, to your skin.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter at one point, as sense fades in for a moment. “You shouldn’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” he says, and there’s that odd softness - somehow heated - like melting Beskar on the surface of your molten skin. “I wanna help you feel better.”

“I am feeling better,” you protest, as he turns you around without apparent effort and sweeps your hair over your shoulder so he can lay the cool cloth against the back of your neck. You, ashamedly, lean back into the touch - and you tell yourself you’re chasing the relief of the chill and not just Din Djarin’s hands.

“Your fever hasn’t broken yet.” The steady rumble of his voice, like an approaching thunderstorm. Your body aches in ways that haven’t even been invented yet. “Be patient.”

“I am patient,” you mutter, and the echo of his chuckle is like sweet agony to your throbbing head. “Just dump the water on my head. That should be enough.”

“Want me to help you into the ‘fresher?” It doesn’t even occur to you that you’re half-naked, getting all the way there as soon as Din helps you to your feet and keeps you upright while you peel off your tunic. You half-stagger, half-let yourself be dragged into the tiny refresher bay, pawing at the shower controls as soon as the Beskar bulk wedges you inside.

“You’re gonna get wet,” you tell him, but he insists on holding you up through the ice-cold spray until you’re wide-eyed and gasping and fighting for the off button.

“Din-”

“I think that did it.” You swear at him and you swear he chuckles again, wrapping you in some rough, dry fabric you vaguely recognize as his tattered-edge cloak. He’s stripped to his elbows, bracers somewhere else, gloves too. Water splattered across his breastplate, the front of his pants.

“You look ridiculous,” you tell him.

“Glad you’re feeling better. Come on. Back to bed.”

You’re still weak and weaving, so you let him lead you with that hand on your shoulder again. But you are feeling better - more awake - and your brain is no longer fizzling and sizzling unpleasantly in your skull. You curl up in the bunk and Din sits on the edge. The old Crest barely had room for one, he told you once - but he never told you how glad he is this one has room for three.

He brushes your hair from your forehead with bare fingers. You still feel warm, but you’re no longer burning up - no longer making him question whether he should have sent the kid and his weird healing powers off with Peli.

You’re strong, he reminds himself. You’re a fighter. His fighter. Seeing you brought low by sickness, moaning in your sleep…it threatened to break something in him he didn’t know could be broken, even now. He couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. He’s glad the cold cloth and the shower worked.

He feels slender, strong fingers around his tricep, looks down at your hand on his arm. “Stay,” you say, and your eyes are open and clear as you look up at him.

“I’m wet,” he points out, gesturing to his pants. You shrug under his cloak.

“Then take your clothes off and stay.” You say it so matter-of-factly he instantly feels a tightness in his damp pants he has to shift to conceal. He can’t be thinking like this, not with you still under the weather.

“Just to sleep,” you add, and he can’t help but smile beneath the helm as your characteristic acridity bites through. “Perv.”

“Right.” He loosens his vest, lifts it - breastplate, pauldrons, cuirass and all - off, setting the damp mass of cloth and Beskar aside. His thigh plates next, boots, but he keeps the damp pants on, no matter how kriffing uncomfortable they are.

“Prude,” you contradict yourself, and he blames the fever for the way you curl up next to him at once, sneak in under his arm and lay your head on his chest. You both know it’s not.

You’re too tired for much else, and you soon find yourself drifting into a deep, dreamless slumber, cradled in Din Djarin’s arms.

#the mandalorian fanfic #din djarin/reader #din djarin x you #din djarin/f!reader #mando/you #mando x reader

[keijiism]

I'm not very sure if you're taking requests rn but could I req M4 (or any character of your choosing really) with an Mc that has an onlyfans back on earth? How would they react to MC having a decently well-known Onlyfans and maybe Mc showing them a vid? 👀👀

(p.s I'm in love with your work you're one of my favorite hc writers ever!!)

— M4 finding out mc has an onlyfans

gn!reader | THANK U!!! a title of honour,,,... love the idea of mc having a phone with enough battery for horny time. this is a priority i can respect. what the hell does OF even look like...

sage

:) ? you think his reaction to finding out mc modeled lingerie was bad? he finds out they have an OF account and he thinks he might implode

tbh in awe and pretty ? proud ? of them being successful. the man can respect a job and being good at it. part of him Is saying he should :) check that mc would only really do this with him :) ;) but you know

letting sage pick what video to watch means he's picking whatever has the most views. i mean, it blew up for a reason, right? [BONK] boy is he right !! boy!!! oh man. he didn't know what to expect but he is Exceptionally Pleasantly Surprised

thinking about sage pushing the phone away and leaning so close ,, his gaze flickering from their lips to their eyes,, "do you wanna try that out with me?"

whatever they were doing in the video,, sage is Absolutely going to try to recreate. just for fun you know? like This is how you were touching yourself, right? aw can you do the same pose you were doing? you looked so nice :)

he tries to jokingly ask if mc thinks he'd be as successful as them. he would be. r u kidding....

felix

confused > shocked > flustered > horny

he's got his thing with gods but boy is felix thanking the universe for mc having their phone right now

part of him, in the back of his head, is actually appreciating the high quality of the videos. he isn't listening to it very much rn tho

felix finding out mc has some kinks that he didn't already know about . that he also,, maybe,, has. he'll bring it up once he's recovered just give him a minute maybe

he's horny. sorry . this guy's sex drive has never been low and seeing them wear those outfits and playing with themself is going to make felix,, Expeditiously horny

[bonks you over the head] mc bringing up his exhibitionism kink (even with felix only vaguely understanding what being recorded means) "you'd love to be recorded, wouldn't you? want people to watch you feel good because of me, right?"

[bonks you again] felix teasing Them . "are you embarrassed? you can touch yourself for thousands of people, can't you? do this for me," "you looked so nice all dressed up in that video. should i buy an outfit for you here as well?"

anisa

ooooo she's into it omg.... FBDHGB

she can't even focus on the question of what those toys are when she's watching mc touch themself and whine. (though if they actually talked about them ,, she'd probably want to try them out a little herself)

takes a while just scrolling through Photos, not even mentioning the amount of videos. her eyes keep glancing up at mc while she looks at everything they've posted. mc freezes a little when she gets That Look TM ;) :) ;) :) ;)

pays very close attention to how they touch themself . she doesn't Say anything but it's like that spongebob clip where there's a bunch of them hard at work in his head u know,, she's writing and storing and burning it into her memory as if she won't get to watch this again

the thought of anisa putting her hand on mc's thigh/waist before leaning in and whispering in their ear and complimenting them . asking if "we could try out some ideas she just had..." :)

if mc is even a little shocked at how bold she suddenly gets,, anisa smiles (+ blushes a little) because how could she Not when they look So Nice Right Now? "

rime

this is dangerous information /lh

the idea of an entire platform just for this kind of content is so foreign but also Not Unwelcome? at least when mc is involved. wink wink nudge nudge

mc must be especially confident and have a lot of time on their hands right now because as soon as he sees the first few Very Revealing Photos? yeah you're in for a fun ride

rime watches the video that they have in silence. mc can't read the expression on his face most of the time (what they Can figure out is what parts he likes the most . his mouth twitches upward or he glances at them just for a second)

and like. it's weird because it's Rime. You Know? but then the video ends. "...rime?"

it makes more sense why he was quiet when he's suddenly getting really close and dragging his hand up to rest on their waist

Absolutely teases them . "i know you can touch yourself," "do i feel better than your little toys?" "you got really good at knowing your audience, huh? knew how to pose and what sounds to make?" "i'm the only one who sees you like this now though,"

tags // @felixescellun @diamo-chan @chubbywasouski @felixismytrophywife @bananacockatiel

my taglist... #epic!

#last legacy #fictif #last legacy sage #last legacy felix #last legacy anisa #last legacy rime #anisa anka #felix escellun #felix iskandar escellun #sage lesath

[alexaplaysgames]

Have Mercy on Me

Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC

Fandom: Fictif (Last Legacy)

Rating: M (swearing, mild sexual content)

Words: ~ 1500

Description: Felix and his barista are a bit less than careful when it comes to concealing their midnight make out sess.

Notes: So Sage suspects that Felix and MC are a thing, but he doesn’t know that they are. Or he didn’t prior to this fic. The last of my Felix writing spree! I’m moving on to some Asra next.

Tags: @margitartist @demon-paradise @themohawkhelmet @cactus-hoodie @aomiyeon @piningmaybeanartist @another-confused-gay

When I imagined travelling with the legendary Starsworn, sitting in the parlour of a run-down inn and getting wasted wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

Sage grabs a bottle from the table at his feet and takes a hearty swig.

“Even this is failing to entertain me now,” he says, cracking his back as he stands, “I’m going to go pass out.”

“Will you kill me if I call it a cat nap?” I singsong.

Safe glares at me in reply, ears pinned flat against his head. “Do you want to find out?”

I opt to stay quiet as he turns towards the stairs that lead to our rented rooms.

“I think I’m going to turn in for the night as well,” Anisa hums, her green eyes glittering in the firelight. “Goodnight, you two!”

Felix and I sit silently as the sound of creaking wood accompanying footsteps retreats up the stairs.

As soon as the parlour is silent, he turns to me, smirking.

“Ah, to be free of Sage’s incessant pestering.”

I too am rather glad to be alone with him. With all that’s gone on lately, I’ve barely had Felix to myself at all these last few days.

The cracking of the fire is soothing, the silence between us strangely comfortable. It’s rather odd, considering Felix isn’t one for quiet contemplation, and it’s very rare that any situation he’s involved in remains free of awkwardness.

I’m distracted from my thoughts as Felix glances down at our hands, still close together being that we have yet to seperate from our previously crowded position on the sofa.

Once again, I feel myself wishing that he would just ask for things when he wanted them, like he so obviously wants to hold my hand now. Am I doing something wrong? Is this some consequence of his relationship with Rime? I know almost nothing about that, I don’t really want to, but if that deer-man did anything to hurt Felix, I guarantee I’ll snap his antlers like Pixy Stix.

Then again, perhaps some of the hurting was consensual. He did have some choice comments about their sexual relationship that I’ve really been trying to forget. Yikes. I can’t imagine the Felix I know in a relationship anything like that.

He’s too precious... too soft. I feel like getting rough with him would break him, shattering his beauty to shards, like stained glass.

But I wouldn’t mind if he were a bit more forward with me.

“Do you want to hold my hand, Felix?”

He starts, then blushes as he meets my gaze. Felix nods, his expression turning resolute as he slowly reaches for my hand, then intertwines my fingers with his.

I reach to delicately tilt his chin up with the index finger of my free hand.

“I do like you, you know,” I tease, but the words still carry meaning. “You don’t have to be so hesitant.”

“O-okay. I know that, I do. It’s just... difficult,” he scoffs, a frustrated sound deep in his throat. His voice goes soft as he continues, “I haven’t- I haven’t done this since...”

“I know.” He doesn’t need to say Rime’s name for me to know who this is about.

I smile, sultry turning soft, then focus my attention back on the fireplace as Felix lays his head on my shoulder with a soft sigh. Progress. His hair tickles my chin, but I don’t really mind. He smells... nice. Like... well, he actually kind of smells like sage. Sage the plant, not the person. Felix would certainly take offence to the latter. I snicker under my breath just thinking of his reaction if I told him so.

I suddenly shiver as Felix turns his face into my neck, trying to stay still. He’s not a huge fan of casual physical contact, and I don’t want to scare him away. He’s kinda like a pet, a cat, in that any time he gets close I stay shock still in hopes that he won’t run off. He’s like a cat in many ways, actually. Grumpy, recluse, adorable. Another description he would despise, knowing his hatred for Stella. I purse my lips to keep from giggling. Man, if only everyone knew how hilarious I really am.

“You realize,” Felix hums, the vibrations creating goosebumps across my skin. “We are completely alone.”

My amusement fades in an instant, my features stretching into a seductive grin.

“Oh? And what, Felix, oh dignified and talented mage, are you suggesting?”

I can almost feel his face heat from where it’s pressed against the soft skin of my neck.

He sighs, then mumbles, “I beg you not to tease me so. We can’t all be as lascivious as Sage, my dear.”

“Felix,” I tease, despite his request, “are you asking for a kiss?”

He pulls away, face flushed red, biting his lip as he refuses to meet my gaze.

“No.” The answer is obviously yes, and although his pout is adorable, he sounds like a stubborn, petulant child.

I place my hands on both of his cheeks, forcing him to meet my gaze.

“Good. Because you don’t need to ask. If you want to kiss me Felix, go ahead.”

It’s a bold challenge. Never does Felix initiate such things, but I want him to. I want him to want to.

He blinks. Then, slowly, tentatively, he shifts closer to me, the sofa creaks beneath him, and I feel the cushions sink as he leans towards me. His breath fans across my face as he gets impossible closer, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks.

It’s in moments like these that it truly hits me: how incredibly intoxicating Felix is. I don’t think I could refuse him if I wanted to; my heart yearns to be swept up in the vortex of his stormy eyes, to drown in a sea as black as his fingernails or as red as his bitten lips.

I can just barely feel the brush of his lips against mine, leaving my breath stuttering in my throat. It’s nice- the closeness, the stillness. Intimate even, with our foreheads pressed together and our mouths just barely touching. I could stay like this with him forever.

Then our lips slide together in a familiar, passionate dance, slow and sensual and utterly delicious. I instinctively move my hands to tangle in his hair, pulling just the way I know he likes, while Felix surprises me by moving one hand to cup my face, the other to skim my thigh, and kissing me back hard, hard enough to make me feel like the breath that fills his lungs, and I struggle to refrain from smiling against the softness of his lips.

I pull away, trying not to notice his bereft, breathy little exhale, just long enough to quirk a brow before I place my hands on his chest and push him back into the sofa, chuckling at the noise of shock that he makes.

And while I love to have him near me, holding me, this is where I like Felix best. Pinned under me as I straddle his waist, wide, silvery eyes reflecting the dying firelight.

I lean over him, tantalizing, teasing, trace a path with my tongue from his collarbone to the shell of his ear, then finish by biting down on his earlobe, rolling the stud he wears in his ear with the tip of my tongue.

Felix gasps, hips involuntarily pressing upwards and against mine, a breathy whine building in his throat. I catch his wrists and pin them above his head, leaning back to admire the mess I’ve made of him.

“So pretty,” I murmur, twirling a strand of his hair with my free hand.

“You are quite,” his voice shakes with his ragged exhale, “resplendent yourself.”

I snort, hum, then lean forward to capture his mouth in a sinful, open-mouth kiss, grinding against him once more in a way that has us both panting into each other’s mouths. I’m not sure how long we stay tangled up like that, rocking together, never parting for longer than it takes to catch a breath.

His skin is surprisingly warm to the touch when my fingers flit under the fabric of his shirt, dipping over the soft give of his stomach, a gentle, exploratory touch I can feel mirrored by Felix’s hands on the bare skin of my arms.

I’m just about to suggest we take this somewhere more private when I’m interrupted by a choking noise. A sound not unlike that of a cat, yakking on a hairball.

Felix and I hastily spring apart, and my gaze is immediately drawn to a tall, white-haired figure standing at the base of the stairs.

“Holy fuck.” Sage whispers, his expression a mix of amusement, awe, and confusion. His eyes dart between the look of sheer mortification that paints my features and Felix’s disheveled appearance and half-open shirt.

Shit.

Felix flops back down, burying his burning red face in a pillow.

“Not now, Sage.”

Sage only smirks. “Interrupted something, did I? By all means, don’t stop on my accord. I’m all for watching, or joining. If you’re into that sorta thing.”

I can only manage to stare, slack-jawed. Is he really suggesting...?

“So,” Sage clears his throat, causing Felix to groan at the realization that he has not yet left. “You two really are-“

I nod.

“No,” he grimaces.

“Yes,” I deadpan.

“No,” he repeats, louder, frantic. “I cannot live in a world in which Felix has game. First Rime, now you? Are you sure you’re the one who got teleported to another dimension?”

“That’s not exactly what-“ Felix finally huffs as he raises his head, glaring.

“Whatever, man. This is some fucked up shit. Majorly fucked up, that’s what I say.” Sage crosses the room, retrieving a dagger from the nearby armchair and twirling it dangerously in his leather-clad grip (I assume this is the reason he came back into the parlour at all).

He makes to move up the stairs, but pauses, throwing me a grin over his shoulder, accompanied by a waggle of his eyebrows.

“But if you ever wanna get a taste of the wild side...”

“Sage!” Felix exclaims, eyes flashing a dangerous green, but the former only snickers.

“Goodnight, horny children. Try to keep the noise level to a minimum, if ya know what I mean.”

I have to slap my hand over Felix’s mouth to stifle his angry retort.

This is going to be a long few days.

#Felix Escellun #Felix Iskandar Escellun #Felix x mc #interactive game #interactive fiction #visual novel #Last Legacy Fanfiction #Fictif #Fictif Last Legacy #Last Legacy #last legacy Felix

[luvring]

Hi love! Do you open req? I just want to req main 3 last legacy (if you want to include rime idm) with assassin mc?

M3 WITH AN ASSASSIN!MC

gn!mc | meoww. will probs not be doing much more LL in the future unless it's. modern au? didn't realize how much my brain would struggle. woah. i forgot most of the plot ..lol.. if my characterization is awful Don't Look At Me. 😁🫥

anisa

this a Morally Complex Situation.

i imagine this pair would have the most to work through. like it'd have the most tension at the reveal of mc's job because of anisa's job, seeing herself in them, etc. etc. especially if they've built some sort of relationship/trust at this point .

^ because well now there's questions of why did they choose to stick with her rather than the others. what do they think of her, do they have ulterior motives, etc etc. and i'm Sure this will come up with the other two, but i see it the most emotionally hard-hitting in anisa's case :')

though as anisa's route continues and she's thrown into a position of really questioning loyalty, rules, etc. mc is probably one of the best people who can offer a thoughtful nuanced take.

Something Something, finding out the LoS is her father, choosing to believe in and support her, anisa opening up. something something joke about going after him for her while both knowing it'll be anisa's choice what happens something something

wow sorry but in a world where LL. was here. and anisa had the time to develop and accept(?) mc's career properly (Sorry.) i think she'd want to know more about it. maybe when she's looking for help and mc would be able to share not just advice but the story behind it

on a lighter note :) again,, in the Good timeline where we've gotten canon development for both of them,, i do think anisa doesn't let the whole "i'm / i was an assassin, i'm fine" thing slide if mc tries to brush off her concern. like sorry, are you not victim to basic needs and exhaustion be serious

also ! think of the strategies they could come up with ! both of these people bring knowledge and so many skills to the table. I'd trust them with an important mission🤷🏻‍♀️!

she knows they're perfectly capable of taking care of themself and vice versa, so it's heartwarming when both check on the other. so real

sage

under the assumption that mc would hide their career, the M3 treat them as an average person. but sage is perceptive, and would probably pick up on minute details that'd tip him off that mc is more skilled than they let on

externally internally says i knew it when he inevitably finds out. maybe not that they were an assassin, but someone definitely trained

just to make sure there's a little angst(??) for all three! sage is a smart guy! he is!! he'd be suspicious of mc if the m3 find out early on and they haven't developed a strong relationship.

mc and sage not trusting each other, not sharing info either to break that ice, sage wondering why they'd choose to stick with him, etc. he manages to make some kind of flirty joke the first... meeting? after the reveal, but they both know they're watching each other LOL.

anyways. hey guys. at some point when that trust is built,, no amount of deadly energy will stop this man from flirting. "are you my assassination target? because i really want to take you out." sage my brother in christ you would be the target

sage asks where they learned everything, why, when, etc. but he understands if they try to evade his questions. if/when mc does open up about it, he listens intently and tells them that hey,, it's not like he's going to just Hate/stop caring about them

there's always a base level of concern since sage, evidently, hates the idea of anything bad happening/losing them, but he's still aware and grateful that he can trust mc to take care of themelf !

god. assassin!mc giving sage a look when he tries his whole isolation, working alone thing. you and i are Both experienced with this so try again.

felix

being an assassin is a very different career path than a barista like lets be fr.

mc so easily lies about working and making coffee and awful customer experiences when they first meet that when they show they're capable of taking down an enemy,, felix is like ? have i greatly misunderstood the job expectations of a barista ?

being both trained as an assassin and in magic by felix is a stacked deck (theoretically if things go well.) and while the skill set isn't really the same, mc's ability to pick up on things, focus, etc. is definitely applicable in their lessons

necromancy and assassination go two opposing ways tbh if u think about it. but both end up with Complicated (nonexistent?) Relationships With Others, so he can sympathize in that way

but also it's still. different. felix does find himself wondering what kind of people they've been assigned, whether asking would be rude, whether that should Really Be His Main Concern considering his company, etc.

if they've spent enough time together, he trusts that they have no ill intentions toward him at least. and a guy's got to appreciate promised protection

and does he want to know the kinds of people they've assassinated ? maybe. yes. intrigue. he shares magic and stories from astraea for tidbits of mc's career. depending on who exactly their targets were, felix is about to become very knowledgeable on some of earth's politics and figures

also would mc's stealth and stratagem come in handy for ...pranks and evasion... Who's to say? felix might,, if the opportunity arises. probably after they use it against him. smth smth you and stella teaming up against me smth smth

#last legacy #anisa anka #sage lesath #felix escellun

[crowtrinkets]

How I think Last Legacy Characters would eat a De La Rosa Mazapan

If you grew up eating these you know the struggle of tryna open it without breaking it.

Anisa:

I think she’d do p well opening these but then it would break at the last second and shed be like aw... oh well and eat it as normal

Felix:

I think he’d be grumbling the whole time, mans loves to brood. However he’d be brooding a little too much and the whole thing would fall apart, like disastrously so. He’d probably cry a lil

Sage:

Eat it whole, plastic wrapping and everything sage wtf

Rime:

Dude has a sweet tooth I think he’d opened it halfway suspiciously and take a bite and get way to excited and it’d break while he was eating it but he wouldn’t care. He’d act like it was on purpose lmao

Tulsi:

Would also probably eat it wrapper and all and then spit out the wrapper and it’d come out clean????

Escell:

I think hed just knock it out of my hand but secretly get some for himself to eat in secret

Saaros:

Would some how open it perfectly on the first try but would be more interested on what its made out of rather than how it tastes

Scylla:

Would also somehow open it perfectly and would try to feed it to me instead or something you horny bitch you

Ayanna:

She’s too pretty I’d be scared to offer it to her, she’d probably take it tho and say thanks but then put it in a pocket to save for later and then it’d get all crumpled in her pocket

Stella:

*lick*

#fictif #fictif last legacy #last legacy #fictif felix #fictif anisa #fictif sage #fictif rime #fictif escell #fictif tulsi #fictif ayanna #fictif saaros #fictif scylla #fictif stella #last legacy fictif

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

I know last legacy Mc dealing with a period with LI part 2 is taking long, sorry. Still typing it as I post these sneak peeks or unfinished drafts and ideas I want to share. Starting school in two weeks from now but will still post. Here's a taste of "Deernap!" that I am almost done with but want to see if you guys want to read. Let me know.

FYI I don't know if I should have rime and mc dance the tango in the night to get a feel If each other seductively. Or have them have an all out battle to prove who deserves the astrolabe? Help!

Goosebumps bites around my strained neck and ankles to the point it snatched my attention to the closed window sill. Frozen a few seconds before a rich voice stirred behind my wary figure, "Have you ever been kidnapped?!" 

No hesitation, I pivot into a defensive position to face the intruder who had asked an ill question. (I think I knew full well who the voice is owned by. Always the drama deer king.) Strawberry locks with white entwined together surface my vision first every time I lay my gaze to him. Even though I have to look up to someone I loathe. (Curse my shortness.) Rage. I sense bubbling within my trembling statue, never wavers to burst.

"What the HELL do you strive to do this time?!, clenching my fist I bit my tongue to stop speaking my native language. Although I try to appear calm, I suffer a bitter nauseating motion erupt in my stomach. Like moths clawing to shred the anticipation eating at the scenario before myself. 

His freckled-toned skin washes out in the dim lighting. Where his black golden cloak stands out more to the viewer's eyesight. He gazes around the room no doubt collecting memories shared with his "ex-beloved". Shaking his head he draws his attention back to me contemplating a hideous scheme I assume. 

Grabbing the Cherry wooden chair he pulls out silently taking a seat. Crossed legs and arms he perks up to my fierce gaze that never relinquished. The audacity of this unholy man as he speaks up, "Sit." Red amber eyes land on the seat across to make a statement. Not even thinking of following his order I stand up straighter. Rime flicks his gaze again to the seat until he rolls his eyes. 

"Why so tense? I could have sworn the glimpse of danger I delivered was awe-inspiring. Or did hurting the stinky cat and you come to be too much for an outsider?" 

Bittersweet as Rime could be, the point he wanted to make is not just a lesson in itself. Rather a message conveyed by the physical activity he caused in a poor environment. All things told I just wanted him to leave me alone. 

Cleared throat I bellow out, "If you want Felix he is occupied at the moment. You have two choices. One: Is to leave with a foot up the bleached ass you so admire. Two: Would be to stay for a season called deer hunting!" Simply, a pout forms contorting his face to utter disgust. Without pause, I step towards him, determined to not let fear warp my small frame compared to Rudolph. 

"You want to end this feud we both have right now. Go ahead, I won't even flinch, scream, bite, or run. Just stop hurting the others for there sake… and your own." 

A chill sets in the frigid atmosphere that turns my breath to ice. (Am I doing this? Is this my magic or his?!) Only our heartbeats can be heard among the silence enveloped in the chilled space.

He sighs, taking an extra moment to roll his rosy eyes, "Dramatic much."

 He sulks at me only till he maneuvers to reach out and grasp my jaw in a tight grasp. I silently grind my chattering teeth squinting to glare at his grinning portrait. For a split second, I tense at the fact I am unequivocally unmatched in a battle against rime. Obviously.

Hesitantly, both my ice-cold hands grab his wrist to peel off his gloved hand. The attempt is a struggle for my frail body which Rime takes as entertainment. Muscle spasms kick in around the inside of my jaw left with the option to…… Squirm out of his grasp. (Why is he so cold? And why…?!) Before I even finish the thought black smoke appears where Rime settled mere seconds beforehand. Besides the release of pressure off my jaw, I can't help but rub the pain away.

Taking a shallow breath, arms encircle around my torso to yank me towards the wooden carved bed. At this point, every limb or joint is paralyzed from the shock. Goosebumps fleck across each arm as I try to focus on the pace of my heartbeat beating ruthlessly. Again black smoke billows around the sheets; never a moment of peace with this man. As the smoke clears I scan my surroundings as my vision stills on the stuffed owl. Suddenly, the room shifts from a stuffy emerald room to an overgrown ruin for a moment I think of mournfall. I soon realize the portal he opened underneath me led us to a ruin with no roof revieling the constellation overhead. The monument consumes my vision in any direction I view to see an overgrown greenhouse with wilted organisms that was once cared for so long ago it seems. Chuckles float from behind me as a night breeze cascades over my pale skin. I turn to be face-to-face with my undead killer with a mischievous grin that makes my knees buckle underneath my full weight and anxiety.

"Afraid?" Please, if I wanted you dead you would be already. He lifts my chin with his gloved hand to meet my gaze fully. I should run away from him but I have the awareness of wanting to know more of this vengeful man. "You hate me right? My gaze shifts to fan his intense features in the moonlight. "Hate is one way to put it in simple terms." He lets go and shifts away to stride away to stare up at the stars. And I can't help but release the single breath I kept hidden from him. I wrap my arms around myself to contain my warmth in this cold lonely environment. 

This is were I stopped. I did erase the top half which mentions MC x Felix. Maybe, future poly relationship buildup. With MC having OCD and anxiety.

#fictif #last legacy #rime solano varela #rime x mc #sneek peak

[sanstropfremir]

ok this took way longer than i expected because i got sidetracked looking at paintings and reading poetry and just admiring the mv, but it's finally finished!! let's talk about

higher

✨

i'm going to draw your attention to a few things.

firstly, these verses from rime of the ancient mariner by samuel taylor coleridge, published 1834:

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,

So smoothly it was strewn!

And on the bay the moonlight lay,

And the shadow of the Moon.

The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,

That stands above the rock:

The moonlight steeped in silentness

The steady weathercock.

And the bay was white with silent light,

Till rising from the same,

Full many shapes, that shadows were,

In crimson colours came.

A little distance from the prow

Those crimson shadows were:

I turned my eyes upon the deck—

Oh, Christ! what saw I there!

Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,

And, by the holy rood!

A man all light, a seraph-man,

On every corse there stood.

This seraph-band, each waved his hand:

It was a heavenly sight!

They stood as signals to the land,

Each one a lovely light;

This seraph-band, each waved his hand,

No voice did they impart—

No voice; but oh! the silence sank

Like music on my heart.

secondly, this ivan aivazovsky painting, chaos (the creation), c. 1841:

and thirdly, the memorial of percy shelley, who drowned in a boating accident at age 29, in 1822:

there's a common conflation between the romantic and the pastoral in the general cultural consensus because the pastoral a) has been around as an art term longer than romantic, and b) romanticism does use some similar imagery. but there is a key difference: the pastoral is specfically an idealization of 'the simple shepherding life,' often for high class and urban audiences who have no conception of the details of this life includes. one of the more famous examples is christopher marlowe's a passionate shepherd to his love, published in 1599:

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove,

That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,

Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow Rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;

Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,

With Coral clasps and Amber studs:

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me, and be my love.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May-morning:

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me, and be my love.

whereas romanticism is a more pointedly specific movement that was active from around 1800 to 1850, primarily focused on intense emotion and catharsis as the primary experiential output of an artwork. which most prominently manifested in a deep fascination and glorification of the natural environment and historical nostalgia. the movement sprung from the german sturm und drang (literally storm and drive/stress) period of the late 1760s to early 1780s, which was a direct reaction to rationalism and enlightenment. romanticism had similar impulses; it was also a revival of medievalism and a reaction against the looming urban sprawl and mechanization of the industrial revolution. a typical romantic poem from one of the originators of the english movment william wordsworth, composed upon westminster bridge, september 3, 1802, originally published 1807:

Earth has not any thing to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!

this romantic fascination with nature was underpinned by the philosophy of the sublime, generally agreed to be first treatised by edmund burke in 1756, the theory was also written about by kant and hegel. in the simplest of terms, the sublime is a quality of greatness beyond calculation, imitation, and human comprehension. the sublime is twofold; the greatness of the ocean is beautiful, but its power is also terrifying, and the experience of the sublime is to feel those two at once. to be in awe and also to be horrified of its ability to sink ships and drown a life in a tempermental change of tide.

let's take a quick detour to talk about

clothing

in the present day we have become much more lax thanks to the aesthetic movement in the late nineteenth century, but back in the early victorian period there are still highly structured rules about when and what clothing one can wear in public. and the clothing itself is also highly structured. anyone with a passing understanding of the victorian era knows about the whole flashing of the ankle thing and corsets galore, and it is true that the general day to day garments cover a lot of area. for men in particular, this manifests in no less than three layers in public at all times: shirt, waistcoat, and suit jacket, with a coat or mantle overtop in colder temperatures. this also includes a variation of a neck tie (depending on what year), hat, gloves, and any other decided upon accessories (this can also include a corset and other padded structural underpinnings). an important tangent to mention here is that this is the uniform of the upper classes, although the rules do apply to the lower classes if they wanted to appear 'sophisticated.' the working man's uniform was also shirt, waistcoat, trousers, but the difference here is in the textiles themselves; the colours tended to be much more drab, with less complicated patterns. obviously due to the price fabric itself, but also due to the labour of laundry. an indicator of class here is the white shirt itself and its pristine implications. (there is a longer conversation here about the invention of neckties and detachable collars and cuffs, but that's for another day). the silhouettes are very important to note here in the higher mv, as they are directly referential to the 'romantic poet' archetype of loose shirt and tight pants that we see in popular culture. but as i've just said, the reality is that men of the era were not dressed like this out in public. this look is essentially underwear; the implications are salacious. so where did this come from? well, we can blame it mostly on lord byron, who by all accounts was the first western 'rockstar.' notoriously called 'mad, bad and dangerous to know' by lady caroline lamb (a married women he publically had an affair with), byron was openly bisexual and deeply hedonistic with a lot of questionable habits, but his poetry was so popular that he was known to have women following him in the street and gathering in large quanities to see him at salons. and this was close to three decades before lizstomania. his close friends and contemporaries included percy and mary shelley, with whom he lived with abroad in italy for some time (this living arrangement resulted in the writing of both frankenstein and john polidori's the vampyre). byron's reputation was so eclipsing that the image of the lush poet lazing in his undergarments has become its own genre of romantic, slightly removed from the movement byron was writing in. it's also worth it to point out that there are no official portraits of byron dressed like this from the time. the visual assumption is somewhat apochryphal. now let's get into some specifics. a.c.e is not unfamiliar to this silhouette; as previously mentioned in this post i wrote about their styling, the boxy loose upper and fitted lower is their general mode for their styling because of its emphasis on legs. cactus was the most extreme example of this, and to prove my point, this specific silhouette is extremely common in classical ballet:

1. vaslav nijinsky, giselle, 1911 2. nehemiah kish, george balanchine's ballo della regina, 2011/12

higher fits very neatly into this same category: we have an emphasis on the legs through tightly fitted garments and also through light reflective textile, as well as a secondary emphasis on arm and shoulder movements with looser fit shirts. plus, the shirts are made from fabrics that have good drape and flow, and mimic the visual effects of water:

there are also several instances of scale patterning and wetlook hair styles, further elabourating on the siren theme. and the jewelry is the same, purposefully cut clear stones for oceanic sparkle or pearls, the gem directly born from water, as highlighting accents to specific parts of the body - namely eyes, hands, and torso:

the body jewelry also serves a double purpose in addition to being sparkly; it gives a semblance of shape to their torsos so their movements aren't totally lost in the shroud of their shirts, and it also invokes some of that salacious element that us as a modern audience doesn't necessarily perceive in the same way when we see a man wearing only a shirt. all of these points are especially prominent in the stage costuming. concerning the veils, these are an aesthetic choice following the theme of depicting water without actually using water. the song has a very breathless quality to it, and the lyrics directly make reference to water and breathlessness, so it only makes sense to have a physical manifestation of struggling to breathe.

now let's talk about

mise-en-scène

unlike most kpop mvs, I would argue that higher is not a spectacle in what we normally see spectacle to be. the overwhelming visual saturation of goblin (and the goblin remix) is more in line with what we expect, but how do you follow that, top it? the answer is that you don't. you aim for something with a completely different feel, which is exact what they did with higher.

the performing arts did not escape romanticism. the very start of the movement, sturm und drang, is actually named from a specific play written by friedrich maximilian klinger that premiered in 1777. the plays of the brief period are characterized by extreme and passionate emotions, and were siblings to one of the most famous genres of theatre, the melodrama. meant to appeal directly to the emotions of the audience using sensationalist plots and stock characters, the melodrama was the predominent form of entertainment in victorian england and gradually developed a specific form of its own. in this period we also start to see the development of 'stagecraft' into the recognizable form that it takes today. footlights, limelight/spotlighting, the separation of house and stage lighting, fly galleries, elevator platform mechanics, and the first (purported) western use of rear projection are all innovations of the late 18th and 19th centuries, as melodramas were known to have very intricate and spectacular stagings. and to go along with these stagecraft mechanics we see the rise in designated stage crews, which were predominantly off-duty sailors looking to make money. the rope systems that made up the fly galleries were very similar to that on ships, and much of the terminology and supersitions crossed over: this is the origin of the term 'rigging' being used for suspending set elements, and also the origin of the 'don't whistle in a theatre' superstition. as sailors communicated with whistle patterns on ships, the same system was adopted for changing scenery, and therefore whistling a random pattern could potentially drop a setpiece on an unsuspecting victim.

so with all this backstory out of the way, what is the very first full location we see? a stage, complete with forced perspective via the painted fabric legs (the side panels) and borders (the wavy upper panels). we even have a flat painted backdrop with a projection screen and hanging overhead lamps. there's also a second interior set, a desk in what looks to be a study of some kind. bit self explanatory on this one, taking the poet notion on the nose.

the locations have a bit of an obtuse arc, but it's there when you look for it. it starts interior spaces, where the ideas of sublime attempted to be recreated for the viewer. then it moves to transitory spaces; portions of nature isolated from a whole environment, interjections of human architecture into natural spaces:

(the white hut structure in the greenhouse is reminiscent of a skene (literally hut/tent), which is the structure at the back of the stage in ancient greek theatre used for the actors to change their masks and costumes. it was originally temporary, but slowly transformed into permanent stage architecture)

and then finally outdoors, into the sublime itself:

jwm turner, crossing the bridge, 1815

lastly,

lighting

there's a very clear lighting pattern here, primarily in light and dark. the base colour story is fairly simple complementary pairs; there's a lot of purple/red and green, and blue and yellow/amber, with everything relatively on the same tonal level. there are deliberate interjections of heavily saturated red for specific effect. there are also, most notably, a 'dark' version of all the sets. obviously as a reference to the eclipse that we see in the mv and in the concept photo series, but also as a reference to that darker undercurrent of the sublime, the upsetting, the uncanny, and the terrifying:

And the bay was white with silent light/Till rising from the same/Full many shapes, that shadows were/In crimson colours came.

#a.c.e #ace w #kpop analysis #group analysis #me - a staunch defender of kpop as valid spectacle: actually this one is a melodrama its meant to hit different #this essay is otherwise known as the quickest and dirtiest history of romanticism ever #i really should have pointed out that when i say romantic i mean romantic with a capital r #that probably would clear up some confusion but i have an aesthetic to maintain do not @ me #this is potentially the most pretentious thing i have ever written i am so sorry if this makes no sense #some of these connections are so tenuous who let me have opinions on the internet #did i write this as an excuse to look at the percy shelley memorial because i am obsessed with it as a piece of art? maybe #anyways read tom stoppard's arcadia if you want to know more about that #you should read all this with the caveat that the sublime and romanticism need to be deconstructed through a postcolonialist lens #because these theories are super colonialist about 'unclaimed untameable natural spaces' #when in reality most natural spaces are specifically architected by indigenous peoples in order to preserve and coexist with the ecosystem #this is may be more obviously applicable to american subliminal painting than european but it still applies #since the british were notoriously good at fucking up every kind of expedition ever #because of their lack of respect for literally anything and everything #and their inability to listen to anyone other than another white british person #see: history of the northwest passage #im a bad theorist and not caught up so i didnt get that deep into it because counter to the wordcount #i am not trying to write another dissertation #this is not as well researched as it could be but also im not reading burke and kant again #also yes byron the shelleys and polidori did just bang out the foundations for all of science fiction and romantic vampire mythology #in like three days because the all got bored during a storm and want to try and 'outscare' each other #also by 1840 like every prominent romantic poet was dead either from their own stupidity or tuberculosis #with the exception of wordsworth that motherfucker started the movement and then outlived it #text

[inexplicifics]

First lines meme! I was tagged by the lovely @bygodstillam - thank you for the tag!

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns. choose your favorite opening line. then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Let me see now:

1. Breaking in Measured Thunder (AW AU, Aren & Esra):

Aren gives Esra a fierce, angry glare, and gestures at the bed in the other room, his four girls curled up together and fast asleep after a day of exploring the keep in Esra’s company.

2. Solitaire (Flash Fic, G/E/L):

Geralt lays the cards out on the little table, one by one, as though he’s challenging some invisible opponent.

3. An Interesting Perspective (Flash Fic, Geralt & Jaskier):

Jaskier flops down into the wooden chair and stretches his legs out, mug of tea in one hand, and beams at the beautiful view: a long sloping hillside leading to a narrow strip of black, seaweed-covered rocks, upon which the ocean crashes in endless percussion, sending narrow tendrils of foam up between the rocks to make inscrutable, ephemeral patterns which fade as soon as they are seen.

4. They Have To Take You In (Geralt & Jaskier):

Jaskier reaches Kaer Morhen as the leaves begin to turn.

5. Ease One Life the Aching (I Shall Not Live In Vain ‘verse, Jaskier/Wolves):

Gwen comes in to luncheon still stomping the snow off his boots, and slumps down next to Clovis with a heavy sigh.

6. Perennial (Flash Fic, Geralt/Eskel):

The best theory he or Eskel can come up with is that Geralt’s mother, if his hazy memories can be trusted, was some sort of druid, so maybe the second set of Trials woke something long dormant in his blood.

7. Float (Sugar & Spice Bingo, Eskel/Lambert):

It’s never safe to relax, out on the Path.

8. We Three (Sugar & Spice Bingo, Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel):

Jaskier stares at the bed.

9. The Witcher and the Winter Queen (Flash Fic, Geralt/Jaskier):

They say there’s an enchantress in the far north who steals men, turning their hearts to ice within their breast and bearing them away to her frigid, silent citadel, where nothing grows, and all the flowers that once bloomed are rimed in frost, too cold even to wither.

10. Sing For Us (Sugar & Spice Bingo, Jaskier/Wolves):

“How do you come up with these things?”

11. The Scent of Home (Sugar & Spice Bingo, Lambert/Aiden):

He isn’t sure where he is, or how he got there, or, for that matter, who he is.

12. A What-The-Hell Attitude (Sugar & Spice Bingo, Lambert/Aiden):

Lambert absolutely, categorically, undeniably cannot cook.

13. Hands Meeting Hands (Sugar & Spice Bingo, Eskel/Lambert):

It’s not anything Eskel expected Lambert to like, back when they were first getting together.

14. Await Felicity or Doom (Flash Fic, Geralt/Jaskier):

Jaskier crams himself back into the corner of the pantry, trying to curl up even smaller.

15. Sweetheart (Sugar & Spice Bingo, Lambert/Aiden):

Aiden eyes the man fidgeting in front of the desk a little warily.

16. Man In Black (Sugar & Spice Bingo, Geralt/Jaskier):

There’s only one person in the little restaurant wearing all black, and Jaskier is very very late, far too late to really think before acting.

17. When You Say Nothing At All (Sugar & Spice Bingo, Geralt/Jaskier):

“You wouldn’t make Roach travel in this, would you?” Jaskier asks plaintively, peering out the tiny window of their rented room at the torrential downpour outside.

18. The Star To Every Wand'ring Bark (Flash Fic, gen):

Vesemir can remember when the star was as large as a chandelier, hanging from the beams above the great dining hall and scintillating with every stray beam of candlelight or weak winter sunlight.

19. (You Turn Me) Inside Out (Sugar & Spice Bingo, Lambert/Aiden):

Apparently, the Wolf School teaches a different method of killing selkiemores than the Cat School does.

20. The Company of Wolves (Flash Fic, Jaskier & Wolves):

The ring will lead you to your destiny.

(I’ve skipped Like Stones in a Running Stream, the Accidental Warlord Supplements, and Once Upon a Wine, my collaboration with the wonderful Bouncey.)

I’m not sure if there are any patterns, except that my first lines tend to be either very long or very short...

My favorite may be (You Turn Me) Inside Out, because I like the understatement of it.

Let’s see now, tagging: @tumbleweedtech, @heronfem, @round--robin, @violaceum-vitellina-viridis, @octinary, and anyone else who would like to play!

#tag meme

[slashingdisneypasta]

Male!Villain x Reader || Playlist Fanfic

Title: Twisted Intimacy 

Duration: 65 mins. | | These songs are all availably on Spotify. |

What is this? : I’m telling a fanfiction through songs! This way, we can really put ourselves in the story without all my blabber and feel things that only music can convey. I hope its easy to follow, and you like it! ^^ I hope to make a female villain one and one with a masculine reader voice at some point, too. 

Plot:  This is a very basic Villain x Reader story where the reader tries to move on from villain and be with a good person, but of course the heart wants what the heart wants and if the heart wants the sexy bad guy there isn't much you can do to stop it! ... right? 

Thank You | Amy Diamond |: You were in a relationship with Villain, but you’ve finally gathered the courage to leave him and that is exactly what you’re doing. You think you wont miss him. 

~ I'm out, I'm closing a chapter

~ Thank you for all that you've done for me Now I know what real love is supposed to be Can't waste my time, so goodbye my baby, baby, baby Thank you

You'll Be Back | Jonathon Groff, Hamilton |: Villain is far more aware of his feelings for you, then you are of your feelings for him, and is deluded into thinking that you'll come right back to him.

~ You'll be back, soon you'll see You'll remember you belong to me You'll be back, time will tell You'll remember that I served you well

~ You say our love is draining and you can't go on You'll be the one complaining when I am gone And no, don't change the subject 'Cause you're my favourite subject My sweet, submissive subject

She's Got A Boyfriend Now | Boys Like Girls |: Our Villain is taken on an ego crushing trip to the ground when he realises you really have found someone new. Someone good, who you like. Who you got together with and dated normally, instead of the cat and mouse game that Villain played with you. 

~ Wish that I could turn this car around But she's got a boyfriend now

~ Maybe I thought I could sneak in And sweep her off her feet and go right back to Boston Thinking everything's goin' be alright

~ But she’s got a boyfriend now 

Boyfriend | Lou Bega |: Villain doesn’t like your boyfriend at all! No, no.

~ I love everything about you girl Don't you understand? I love you from head to toe, girl But I hate your boyfriend

~  He's a fake, ain't no man Not even able to count to ten

~  So come on girl, choose your joy: You can pick me or your little boy

SOS | Rihanna |: You reflect on your physical, sort of more animalistic need for Villain (Especially in regards to comparing him to your new guy)

~ S.O.S., please someone help me It's not healthy for me to feel this Y.O.U. are making this hard I can't take it, see it don't feel right

~  This time, please someone come and rescue me 'Cause you on my mind, it's got me losing it I'm lost, you got me lookin' for the rest of me Love is testing me, but still I'm losing it

According To You | Orianthi |: You start to realise that all the things that your New Guy doesn’t like about you, the Villain loved. Loves, in fact. Present tense. You wonder whether that’s okay. You get upset. You take a break from new guy.

~  According to you I'm difficult Hard to please Forever changing my mind I'm a mess in a dress ~ But according to him I'm beautiful Incredible He can't get me out of his head 

Fuck Away The Pain | Divide The Day |: Aha... ya’ll know what this mean...  

~ Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me 

Right Kind Of Wrong | LeAnn Rimes |: It’s not only physical now. You know you've fallen again for Villain, but you know, you shouldn't.

~ Say my name and I can't fight it anymore Oh I know, I should go

~  Loving you isn't really something I should do Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you That I should try to be strong But baby you're the right kind of wrong

I Didn't Just Kiss Her | Jen Foster |: Villain is having a bad time, now. It wasn’t just a kiss, it wasn’t even just a night. Not for him, and he knows not for you either. It was more than that. But you're going back to your new guy, now. You're denying it was any more then a night of weakness, and it hurts him. He wants to hurt you, back, and that want manifests itself into vulgarity and honesty. 

~ She likes to think she didn't invite it But these scratches aren't because she tried to fight it

~  I don't know what the problem is Why she gotta try so hard to keep it all a secret

~ She's gonna go back to her boyfriend now Before the questions come up She's gonna tell 'em I'm stalking her round the clock Like I'm making the story up

Love The Way You Lie | Eminem, Rihanna |: You and Villain fight, because he knows how you feel it too and you know how you feel it, but you're still trying to run away. You’ve always indulged in mutually toxic fights, its the reason you left, and it’s awful. But the connection between the two of you is undeniable.

~ Now I know we said things, did things That we didn't mean and we fall back into the same patterns Same routine, but your temper's just as bad, as mine is You're the same as me, when it comes to love, you're just as blinded Baby please come back, it wasn't you Baby it was me, maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems Maybe that's what happens When a tornado meets a volcano All I know is I love you too much, to walk away now

The Way I Loved You | Taylor Swift |: Just after the fight you’re on your own again. You’ve cooled down, and you think more about the differences between your love for Villain, and your love for the New Guy.

~ He respects my space and never makes me wait And he calls exactly when he says he will He's close to my mother Talks business with my father He's charming and endearing, and I'm comfortable

~ But I miss screamin' and fightin' And kissin' in the rain And it's two a.m. and I'm cursin' your name You're so in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you

History | Olivia Holt |: You're ready to break up properly, for good, with your new guy. Because you aren’t ready for a relationship like he wants. He's lovely, and despite your differences, he's good. But it’s clear you haven’t moved on from Villain and they're still there. Hanging over your heart like a raincloud and it’s not fair to new guy for you to stay with him.

~ Sorry, I don't really see this workin' out It's nothin' you did I just can't do this right now

~ Baby, you're so perfect But he's the perfect one for me I know that you're worth it But somethin' 'bout him gets to me Gets to me, all I need Plus, we got history

I Am Always Gonna Love You | Jon McLaughlin |: This is your new guy apologising to you, asking for your forgiveness, and asking for you back. Saying he loves you, he really does. And he asks you to marry him. You say yes. (There is a sort of sad tone to it, because he knows you love Villain as well- he just wants you to know how well he would treat you, if you let him, in comparison to how Villain would and has.)

~ I'm going to love you til my dying day I'll be beside you when you're old and grey Just like the feelings that I feel right now I'm never going to go away

~  From the picture perfect moments That I never want to end To the couch and tv kind of afternoons You're a light that's always shining And there's a million reasons why I know that I am always going to love you

Marry Me (Guy) | Thomas Rhett |: Villain at your wedding. Tense on the ‘Ain’t gonna marry me’ and not ‘Don’t wanna marry me’. Because he knows you want him, you just aren't going to. 

~ So I'm in my black suit, black tie, hiding out in the back Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees Yeah, she gonna get married But she ain't gonna marry me

Marry Me (Girl) | Elle Mears |: You at your wedding. 

~ I’ve got on my dress now, welcoming the guests now I could try to find him, get it off my chest now  ~ He’s the one I wanna marry But he don’t wanna marry me  

So Close | Jon McLaughlin |: You share a dance with Villain at your wedding, and theirs a drowning amount of pining for each other. Gentle, happy tones as well though because you're happy with each other.

~ You're in my arms And all the world is calm

~ A life goes by Romantic dreams must die So I bid my goodbye

~  So close to reaching That famous happy end Almost believing This one's not pretend And now you're beside me And look how far we've come So far we are, so close

Bleeding Love | Leona Lewis |: Something has snapped. You're suddenly ready to be with Villain. You don’t want to marry your new guy- you want Villain. So, you leave the wedding with him, and you know people will think you're insane and maybe you are but all you know is that the way they make you feel? It’s a good kind of pain. 

~ But nothings greater, than the rush that comes with your embrace And in this world of loneliness, I see your face Yet everyone around me, thinks that I'm going crazy, maybe, maybe

~ But I don't care what they say I'm in love with you They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth My heart's crippled by the vein, that I keep on closing You cut me open and I  

Chains | Tina Arena |: Ending song. 

~ I'm in chains I pretend I can always leave Free to go whenever I please But then the sound of my desperate calls Echo off these dungeon walls I've crossed the line from mad to sane A thousand times and back again I love you baby

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opinions on the new christmass stuff?

RIME

are you fucking kidding me, do they understand what they have done for gravityhacker?? anyway they didn't cover his face OR his toesies so this skin is up to my standards. he does look pretty fucking ugly, but that is also up to my standards. also..tummy window? smh im done wit dis horny design (the spray and icon are....ok)

UGLY SWEATER: 76

this skin is so fucking good... this has to be my second favorite skin in the whole game tbqfh,,,and the spray is absolutely 🤘😤🤘...... but they 100% could've done better with the icon, hate the icon

HOLLY

im gonna be real with you people for a moment here..why the freak do they keep making such ugly decisions for moira skins?? scientist is a great skin, but it should have been an epic,, and holly & éireannach should just be not so fucking ugly. the only thing i like about holly is the little bow on her tits. that's it. the skin's color scheme is a terrible match with her purple juicy juice, it just looks too confusing (just like éireannach). this is really annoying bc it wouldn't be a bad skin if they didn't just throw everything together like that. the green hair, the reds and golds. smh, so disappointing. very cute spray, and the icon is pretty good.

SNOW ANGEL

god what a fucking boring design. if you like this, happy for you, but god damn am i snoring just looking at.........cute spray, stupid icon. god what a letdown.

JÖTUNN

this skin is so fucking smexy. i can't tell you how many hours of skyrim i played wishing that my character would just get railed by a draugr. i understand jötunn isn't exactly a draugr, but i will ignore that. anyway his toes are visible, his meaty thighs are visible, his tits, his arm, his abs and most of his back are visible. saying this, i really love this horny design. i like the spray,, i wonder what he will eat (seriously, wtf is he doing in the spray? yawning? idk)..the icon is p great 🤷🏻‍♂️

MOUNTAIN MAN

i get a TERRIBLE vibe from mountain man. idk what it is about this skin that screams dangers, but it's there. is it the furry hand? the fox cape? the fact that i can't tell if he's wearing cowboy boots under the 5 pounds of yeti hair? i just don't know. so um.....,,,, i love this skin. maybe not more than scrooge, but old fuck mccree is pretty great. i also really like that his burlap tunic and pants accentuate his curves, very horny of blizzard to include that. and before i forget, wtf does his belt buckle mean?? what is a bafm/baem???? spray is very very good and the icon is awful. for what reason did they decide to make his hair piss-stained in the icon

RAT KING

i love this skin!!!!!!!! i love it!!!!!!!! the cape, the crown, the red misty eyes, the ears, the gold, the jewels, the stripes on his puffy sleeves, the weird quilt thing that is strapped to his legs & dingding, the shotguns!!!!!! the shotguns!!!!!!! fuck!!!! the shotguns are so good!!!!!!!!!!!my only qualm is that the boots are fucking weird..and maybe the vest is kinda ugly-- but this skin is easily being deemed my favorite reaper skin. spray is pretty great! the mask looks kind of off in the spray, but i like it nonetheless. the icon is v nice, it's what i'll have equipped until new year.

EMOTES

both emotes are fantastic. i love the signing, i love the question behind who regifted the robot. was it zarya that gave it to her? maybe it's a running joke between some of the overwatch kids, that they keep regifting that stupid robot to one another? idk, give me the unnecessary lore behind these things.

VICTORY POSES

detail is always key, and they did a pretty damn good job detailing these. hammond be lookin cute as always, lucio got that big smile with his orange slices and cinnamon and star anise (so very extra of him), and ofc sym has to be holding a coaster for her fancy little cup. im very happy with these!!!!

MEI'S FESTIVE HIGHLIGHT INTRO

my thought process when seeing it: kinda cute, kinda like the idea, kinda boring, kinda hate it. it's kinda just ok.

VOICELINES & SPRAYS

sigma has a way too long VL about the one party he was ever invited to (sig we all know you bored everyone to sleep and you're probably scarred from it, stop making everyone feel awkward bro), roadhog says sweet ass, hammond kills my ears, zarya is a bit early with her new year well-wishing.. but really why tf is her new year VL included rn???? blizzard knows that they have an annual new year event, right??? anyway, it's a mixed bag of boring and good, as per usual.

the bap ornament is so fucking plain, it hurts. why is it so boring, why didn't they do anything with his ornament? whereas they gave sig's ornament so, so much detail in comparison. it also looks very creepy, it would not survive my vibe check. snowball fight is very cute, always balancing being competitive while having fun (also they detailed his asscheeks for whatever reason). a few years late for a nutcracker spray, don't you think? either way, it's a cute spray and he may crack my nuts if he so pleases. holiday surprise is very cute, why is sombra hacking the present and why is tracer so surprised by this? is it a *pretends to be shocked* situation? idk. anyway, polar bear is so fucking cute,, it is so fucking cute, it is so fucking cute. wtf it is so fucking cute hello???? snow snow snow is also cute, not as cute as the others, but i do love chunky reaper snowman with little pine trees.

#this is waaaaay too long #where's the kermit 'imma be real with u chief' #ask #anon #winter wonderland