#i NOTICE the difference like it is clear as day

[evermoresversion]

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙"slut!", jude bellingham.﹚

A/N Jude is my newest obsession, so yeah. Expect to see a lot of content on my page about him.

PAIRING Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Established relationship, use of the word "slut", slight angst, fluff. ENGLISH'S NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

SUMMARY Even if everyone was against your relationship with Jude, he would still choose you and you would still choose him.

SONG "Slut!" by Taylor Swift.

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Jude was the internet's boyfriend these days, and you knew it perfectly well.

And you also knew that the moment you started dating him, many people would like the idea of it and others not so much.

And you were worried about what those people said, of course you were. You got lost overthinking the situation but then Jude hugged you and it was as if everything disappeared, only the two of you existed in your little love nest.

"What's in that pretty little mind of yours, hmm?" He questioned, kissing your forehead, brushing one of your strands of hair behind your ear.

"It's nothing, honey." You denied, burying your face in his chest, losing yourself in the feeling of his embrace and he didn't press any further. He placed a kiss on your forehead again and rested his head on yours.

That night you both decided to go out to a club with some of his friends, you agreed to go with him because after all you needed to clear your mind from social media.

While there, both of you danced, drank and laughed with each other.

"I need to go to the bathroom." You warned Jude, giving him a peck on the lips and he nodded, giving you another.

"Okay, I'll wait here."

You hummed in affirmation and walked towards the women's bathroom to do whatever you needed.

When you were washing your hands, a black-haired girl came out of the bathroom and although you didn't give it much importance, you noticed her mocking smile when she noticed your presence.

"Slut." She murmured as she passed behind you, leaving the bathroom.

You stopped your actions in your tracks and analyzed her words.

"She just...?" You muttered to yourself, laughing in disbelief.

You dried your hands and left the bathroom, but your heart jumped a little when you saw the same girl next to your boyfriend. She seemed to be a fan because they were taking a photo.

You took a deep breath and walked towards them.

Jude's eyes lit up when he noticed you and he offered you one of his hands so that you could approach him.

"I missed you." He murmured, kissing your forehead. It was something he did often because he knew you liked it.

"Me too." Your gaze was still on the black-haired woman who looked at you up and down with the same mockery as before and left.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Yes, vodka. Double." You asked, sitting next to him and he took care of getting you the drink.

The hours passed and the more they did, the more you drank to the point that you couldn't even stand without the risk of falling.

"Oh shit." You murmured between giggles as you left the club with Jude holding your waist firmly.

"Come on, this way, pretty girl." He guided you to his car and helped you get into the passenger seat.

The whole way to his apartment you were silent. The nickname the woman had called you echoed in your mind and the contemptuous way she looked at you.

Upon arrival, he once again helped you out of the car and into the house.

Closing the door, he picked you up bridal style and you giggled, resting your head on his chest, your fingers playing with one of the buttons on his shirt.

"I'm a lucky girl, right?" You murmured as he sat you down on the bathroom sink counter.

"I'm the lucky one, love."

He rummaged through your things for makeup removal supplies and you hummed, thinking about your response.

"Nah, I don't think so." you looked anywhere else but at him as he walked over and stood between your legs.

He frowned and tried to meet your gaze.

"y/n, you've been different since you came back from the bathroom, did something happen?"

You looked at him sideways, embarrassed to say your thoughts out loud but you did.

"Do you think I'm a slut?" You murmured thoughtfully.

"Wha...?"

"I mean, I know it sounds bad, but, I don't know," you brushed a strand of your hair that Jude always tucked behind your ear and continued talking. "A woman called me a slut today," you glanced at him again and played with your hands. "The woman who approached you about the photo."

"Babe..."

"Everyone loves you, that was my crime." You laughed ironically. "And if they call me a 'slut' it'll be worth it, I guess."

"Listen to me." He cupped your face by your cheeks and made you look into his eyes. "You are not what they say you are, you are the girl of my dreams." He made small circles with his thumbs on the apple of your cheekbones and you looked at him carefully. "You are beautiful, the purest soul I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, you are everything I need and if my 'fans' don't understand it then screw them, I'm not going to stop loving you because they don't like the idea of it. I won't, I'm in love with you."

You smiled and pressed your forehead to his, affectionately brushing your nose with his.

"Suddenly I stopped being drunk."

You both laughed at the occurrence and you kissed his lips lovingly.

"I'm in love with you, too."

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[circeyoru]

Entertainment & Attachment = Requested

[Poltergeist!Alastor x Medium!Reader]

The Request

For as long as you can remember, you were different from the people around you. No one understood you, no one could be by your side like you’d wanted. You couldn’t rely on others like a human should, as social as humans were made to be, you can’t be normal. You can’t make long lasting friends, and you can’t even rely on your family. For years, you thought you were an anomaly

In your eyes, you see things. Things others can’t. As clear as day, you’d see a transparent figure walking or floating around. Some were fine to stare at, but some were living nightmares to even spare a glance. As a child, you’d point them out and try to convey that there was something there to your parents or friends, they’d all say you were doing all that for attention

So as you grew, you learned to keep quiet about what you saw, even ignoring them altogether. You found out some time later that these were things called spirits, entities of the departed. Or what’s more commonly known as ‘ghosts’

You were lonely and so you did what you anyone would, seek companionship

You approached the little boy that was already in the storage room, he was quite harmless and rarely ever moved out of the room. He was aware you could see him, but he never made any movement to approach you. When you kneeled down in front of him and called out to him, tears came down his eyes and quiet sobs turned to cries. You tried calming him down, yet through his cries, you caught what would make your heart ache

“You noticed me! Someone noticed me! No one noticed me until now! No one cared that I died!”

“... What’s your name? Want me to make you a little burial?”

“What’s a burial?”

“It’s… Something… Something to honour the dead. A place for you to sleep and rest. To move on.”

“I… I want that…”

From then on, you’d try to approach similar spirits like that boy. It turned out, the spirits you saw couldn’t move on and stayed where they died or was most attached to. Hearing their stories was always hard for you, since you’d feel their emotions when they spoke to you like a tidal wave, but all was worth it when you get to see their figure fade to nothingness and a peaceful smile on their faces

While you studied and made yourself a stable lifestyle, you grew to be more adapt in your little world of spirits. You found yourself more at ease there because there was nothing to hide and you were accepted in a way. Everything was so very good for you, there were ghostly friends you’ve made that weren’t ready to pass on because they were busy to something, the most heartwarming ones were them staying to be their loved ones’ presence

There were many that wanted to communicate to spirits like you could hear them. You don’t feel like being a parrot since it lacked that emotional quality. So you built a radio box, or what’s more commonly known as a ‘spirit box’. A device that can allow spirits to communicate through radio frequencies, or something like that

It worked wonders and allowed you to communicate with spirits more easily as well. You slowly modified it to be smaller so you could carry it around, then perfecting it when it hang to your side like a handbag. It worked on electricity, but it has little solar panels so it could constantly charge when you out and about

Yet everything changed when you received a particular call from a homeowner. You made a visit, when you were there, they were positive that their house was hunted. Everytime technology was used, phones, TVs, and even the tablets, it’ll all glitch and malfunction. There was a foul stench in the basement that can never be cleaned. Mostly, the master bedroom and study was always cold

The family tried everything, even trying to renovate the place and destroy the house to build a new one over it. But mysteriously, the workers would fall ill, have unexpectable accidents, tools gone missing ot malfunctions. These were the better endings, at times, someone would end up dead

The parents begged you to do something, they had children, they can’t let this continue. You fail to understand this familial bond. Seeing the little children so close with their parents, how you envied them. But you don’t blame your ability to see or communicate with them, you welcome your title as a ‘medium’. That was in the past either way, this is the now

You couldn’t promise that you’ll ‘deal with the problem’ as they phased it, but you’ll try. Either way, you advised that it was best they were prepared to move out. You can’t say for certain, but you think this spirit was very very attached to the memories in the house, or the fact that it was once their possession

From the moment you stepped through the front door, you felt a heavy weight over your body, you felt a chill around you that was constantly shifting, even more around your little radio invention. You could feel eyes on you, staring at you like a predator has its next prey

You went to the basement when the family left you to your own devices. You had to cover your mouth and nose with a handkerchief so you could stand and walk down the steps. The deeper you gone, the worse it got. You wanted to back away, but you couldn’t help it, you were worried for that linger spirit more so than the family

When you got to the basement, you noticed that it was quite empty and dusty. There was only an old table and a chair, you found a light switch and turned it on, the lights flickered on, but only dimly lighting up the room, giving it an eerie vibe

It wasn’t until you turned on the radio that the stench was completely gone. You were shocked yourself, but not of the lack of rotten smell in the room. More so on the transparent hand that tried to play with the radio while you were still tinkering with the dials

“I’m surprised to see one of these old machines. What with all those fancy technology, I thought radios went extinct! Hahaha! This has to be an invention of your own making. A very well made one I much compliment. Finally someone with taste!”

“What unfinished business do you have? I’ll try to resolve it so you can move on.”

“Oh, you can see me? And hear me? Why! This day is turning out to be quite entertaining indeed! My Dear, make no mistake. I have no unfinished business.”

“Then why haven’t you leave this realm when you died?”

“Because my death was one I didn’t expect nor did I welcome it. Imagine, you minding your own business and suddenly you were shot in the head and mistaken for a harmless deer. Anyone would be enraged by such a death. No, no. I don’t think I’ll ever move on. Though, thank you for asking and trying.”

“So you need to accept your death then.”

“Accepted? Hahaha! Dear, I have accepted my death! I deserve it quite honestly! Do you know why? Because I was the reason why many died.”

The spirit, or Alastor as he introduced himself, was a former radio host. That wasn’t the detail you focused on, it was the fact that he was once a serial killer. He wasn’t a vengeful spirit, more of an unrest one. So that calmed you down, somewhat

It wasn’t the first time you encountered spirits that were once dangerous human beings when living. You met some robbers and even human traffickers, but you listened to their stories and helped them pass on. There were always some that you couldn’t do much to help except warn others away from the area so the spirit wasn’t disturbed

But Alastor. He was the first serial killer you encountered. One so shameless in his crimes and prideful of his work too. He didn’t hide the gory details and his creepy human knowledge whenever you were around

As you didn’t stay at the house and would only investigate the house (him) for the duration of the afternoon, Alastor would talk your ear out the moment you step through the front door. When you left to stay at the hotel room you rented, Alastor would wave you bye and stay at the doorway as though he was the host of the house bidding his guest a good day

Of course, you couldn’t stay forever and you had to leave. With Alastor’s activity, you stayed firm on your advice for them to stay somewhere else that wasn’t this house. Then you left, oddly enough, you didn’t feel unrest that you left things between you and Alastor unsettled. Especially when you told him that was your last visit and he gave you a cryptic answer on whether he’ll continue to ‘haunt’ the house

“The family here will return tomorrow, will you leave them alone?”

“Hmm… I’m not sure, Darling, maybe I will and maybe I won’t. Who knows? I go where entertainment takes me you see.”

“Can’t you answer a simple yes or no?”

“Hm… Maybe!”

When you were back home, you noticed how spirits seem to avoid you a bit. Some even flinching and hiding when you walked pass. The moment you tried to approach spirits, they outright flee like you were a ghost scaring them in a haunted house. You were always left wondering if you did something

Still, it all made sense just as you heard the familiar voice of a spirit that should even be in your room. Looking up from your phone, you saw Alastor smiling down at you with his hands behind his back while he floated over your form on the bed. You took note of the faint trail of red smokey substance connecting him to your radio on the far end of the room

You quickly figured out that Alastor changed attachments, from the house he lived and killed in to your radio. When did it start? Perhaps the day after you saw Alastor, then he slowly moved attachments and connected to the radio. He was a beloved radio host during his glory days after all

“Darling, you approach other spirits too. Why not talk to some more actively ones instead of the common folk? I can provide some assistance. You see, I am quite feared and persuasive too. And I’m sure you know that I am no dainty stick figure. Your noble quest to help spirits pass on, I’ll lend you a hand! For my ongoing entertainment, I’ll protect you from anything. What do you say?”

Now you understood his answer. You were his entertainment and true to his words. He followed you, perhaps follow isn’t the right word. Attach, yeah

Note: Just a treat. I'm getting back my free time so I did this. Hehe. A bit long and boring though. Oh well

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[elrxiel]

"Bonus chapter ended Elriel!"

But here's the thing - it didn't have to.

If SJM had a change of heart during writing ACOSF or even before and decided that Gwyn and Az will be the final couple, she could have easily simply ignored writing anything about Azriel's feelings towards Elain. She could have not written about stolen glances - she could have written a scene where they have a conversation without any subtext, just a friendly encounter so the readers would get a clear sign - they are just friends, they are not interested in each other in any way. She could have switched the narrative - making Az behave towards any other character the way he behaves with Elain and making Elain not care, not look at him, not practically dying for him to kiss her.

But she did not.

Instead she wrote paragraphs saying Azriel cannot stand the smell of the mating bond between Elain and Lucien (which is alarming on its own, given the fact that he should not be able to smell it in the first place), that this man spent the last year almost sleepless because he keeps thinking about that girl and the gift she picked for him. She wrote Azriel questioning the Cauldron itself and Elain willing to risk it all even tho her mate was sleeping upstairs. SJM said directly with all of these "look, those two WANT each other, those scenes in previous books DID indicate that there is a mutual wanting between them".

Place yourself as an author for a second - would you really spend three books placing hints and scenes foreshadowing a couple only to "end" them in the bonus chapter, which most of the readers won't even know exist? Would you, knowing that you plan for other couples to be an endgame, wrote about things that literally point that those two characters are so into each other they don't give a single fuck about bonds and religion? Would you write another male guessing something only a mate should be able to guess, the same male being the only one noticing the woman is missing and going on a suicidal mission to get her back? Would you write "you came for me"? Would you write a full scene of this woman emerging from the shadows (the literal power of said male), using the blade he let touching only her? Would you write her buying gifts for him but not for any other man?

And finally, if you plan to make those two end up with different characters anyway, would you really write them like that? Az being the person pining for someone for 500 years and being the one knowing for ignoring orders, only to slowly develop feelings towards someone else who wants him back, would suddenly forget about it and move to a new girl in a heartbeat just because somebody said so? Elain being the person who stated blankly "I don't want him" indicating to her mate, being someone who shall wed for love, suddenly deciding "yes, you know what, I don't want this man who showed me nothing but kindness and who was the only one who actually saw and listened, who saved my life and then gave me a weapon to defend myself, I'm gonna be with my mate now, even tho I'm shrinking with discomfort whenever I'm near him". Even if it fits your fantasies, it does not fit the way characters were written. And at the end of the day, it's not the fantasies that matter. It's what has been written and given us to read and see ourselves.

#elriel #pro elriel #azriel x elain #anti e/lucien #anti g/wynriel

[bountydroid]

Darlin' pt 8

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 / pt 6 / pt 7 (SMUT)

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (Romance)

Description: Cooper and Reader enjoy SuperDuperMart.

TW: Mentions of bad parenting and emotional abuse, mentions of sex but no smut.

The next couple of days felt like pure bliss. We spent our time exploring SuperDuperMart, finding endless supplies. I even finally was able to change my clothes into something cleaner. It was surprising that the place was not more ransacked than it was. Maybe it was the location that protected it. Eventually, I had Cooper move the bodies away from the couch and into a different room. During the act, I was too distracted to mind, but the idea of having sex next to them bothered me. The flickering lights and the decrepit couch started to feel like home, someplace we could stay forever. The large supply of Jet would have him set for a long time so he no longer needed to worry about making money to survive. 

More often than not, we ended the days wrapped up in each other, naked on the couch. Bit by bit, Cooper started to open up to me more. Telling me bits and pieces about his ex-wife and daughter. He would never admit it but it hurt him to talk about it so he didn't say much, but was grateful for anything he was willing to give me. I told him more about my home. My father and brothers who kept me locked away in the house, constantly cooking and cleaning. The romance books that I hid under my bed so my father wouldn't take them away. How desperately I wanted to escape but was too afraid to for so long.

"Someday, I'm going to pay that man a visit." He hissed; the venom clear in his voice. 

While I was grateful that he wanted to avenge me, I was happy with the idea of never going back there again. Not even for revenge. They didn't deserve to know I was alive and happy. Not that they would care.

On this particular day, we ended the night like we always did, naked on the couch with me sprawled out on top of him, a light blanket covering the bottom half of my body. It was becoming my happy place, and he seemed to enjoy it just as much. 

"We've become domesticated," I mumbled into his chest, causing him to laugh.

"I will NEVER be domesticated, darlin'. I'm just takin' a break is all." He responded; determination clear in his voice. 

Honestly? I didn't mind the idea of leaving this place eventually. I would follow that man anywhere. "I'm excited for our next adventure then."

-

I woke up groggy and confused as I heard footsteps coming closer. Cooper groaned as he pulled the blanket farther up my body, shielding me from wandering eyes. 

"Why hello there boys. Now ya'll here for the ice cream social, I'm afraid I got some bad news." He said, converting back into his old, cocky self.

One of the men crouched in front of the couch, looking between us, a look of disgust clear on his face. I squeaked from the embarrassment as I clutched at the blanket.

"That is absolutely disgusting," He murmured at the sight of us before looking over at the robot that had been stuttering for days. "Take it's fusion core." He nodded to the other men. 

I was practically buzzing from the fear coursing through my body. Cooper could feel it, so he snaked his arm around me protectively.

"Now," The man started again. "Destroying a legitimate business? That's illegal around these parts." He said, a cocky tone in his voice. 

"Says who?" Cooper asked, anger clear in his voice. 

"The government." The man responds menacingly before one of the others hit Cooper in the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him out. We were so focused on the man in front of us that we didn't notice the one sneaking around the back of the couch.

"Cooper!" I squealed as one of the men grabbed my arm and wrenched me off of him causing the blanket to fall to the ground. "Well looky here." The man slurred as I tried my best to cover myself. "How did a ghoul get so lucky? You some sorta pervert?" 

"Let go of me!" I cried out, looking back to Cooper. He started to stir, slowly waking up from the temporary loss of consciousness. In response, the men pointed their guns at him. "No, please!" I pleaded. 

"Don't worry miss we ain't gonna shoot him." He explained, "As long as he doesn't fight, that is. Now get dressed." He said throwing me to the ground on top of our clothes pile. With shaky hands I did as I was told, grateful that they didn't have other plans for me. 

By the time I was dressed Cooper's eyes were open. He was seething, baring his teeth to the man in front of him. The man responded by grabbing my arm and spinning me around, so my back was against his chest as he cocked a gun against my forehead. "Your turn ghoul. Get dressed."

A retort died on the tip of Cooper's tongue as he saw the tears running down my face. He let out an angry grunt before quickly throwing his clothes back on. Before he could say a word, the man who hit him took a rope and tied it around his wrists. "You are coming with us." The man growled.

The man holding me didn't bother tying me up, instead opting to keep a tight hold on my bicep. It didn't take long to start hurting. I was definitely going to have a bruise. His companion walked next to Cooper, gun in hand ready to shoot him at a moment's notice. The walk was quiet, tension was thick in the air. We didn't know where they were taking us. "At least they seem to need us alive for now." I thought to myself, glancing back at Cooper.

"Eyes forward." The man hissed at me, shaking me slightly.

I did as I was told, not wanting to push my luck. After a couple of hours of walking, we found ourselves heading inside a neglected building. The inside was decorated like it was out of one of the movies Cooper had me watch at SuperDuperMart. The man holding Cooper pushed him through some swinging doors. 

"Well, shit." A man says as soon as Cooper enters the room.

Why, Sorrel Booker." He chuckled.

Hope swelled in my chest at the idea that they knew each other. That maybe we'd be lucky enough that he would let us go. Sorrel Booker was a bigger man, he was sitting comfortably at a table with a large piece of meat in front of him. We were obviously interrupting his meal. The two men threw us down into chairs at the table. 

"I heard it was a ghoul that fucked up that SuperDuperMart." Booker mused, "Nobody told me it was THE ghoul." He said before picking up his knife. "You know who you boys brought in?" He asked the two men behind us. "This sumbitch right here used to be the best bounty hunter to ever shoot a man in the ass. Kids these days don't know their goddamn history."

I looked down into my lap and fiddled with my hands. This man was so hard to read. I couldn't tell if he was friends with Cooper or not. When I looked back up Booker's eyes were on me.

"Who's your friend?" He asked Cooper.

Before Cooper could respond, one of the men piped up, "We found these two naked. Can ya believe it?" He said, a tone of revulsion in his voice. "Disgusting."

"Her name is Y/n." Cooper said, throwing a dirty look at the man behind him, "And she didn't do shit.”

"She's with ya. How innocent can she be?" Booker asked.

There was a moment of silence before Cooper asked, "Say you got a needle and thread?"

One of the men behind us scoffed, "Sorry, we don't do a lot of knittin' around here."

"It's called sewing," Cooper responded, unamused. "I think I got some in my bag."

Booker nodded toward one of his men who immediately complied with the order, pulling out a rag. I shot him a curious glance as the man unfolded the rag on the table, everyone giving Cooper a disgusted look as his finger rolled out. Cooper held up his wrists expectantly, silently asking to be unbound.

"Now come on now, Sorrel, we are old friends, ain't we?" Cooper said as he stared him down.

Booker took a moment before relenting, cutting Cooper loose. "Look at you. 200 years." My eyes opened wide in surprise, during our talks Cooper never mentioned he was 200 years old. "I don't know what keeps you goin'. Maybe you like the feelin' of that good old Californian sunshine on your wrinkly ass face. Or maybe this one isn't the first girl you've found willin' to fuck a ghoul." He finished.

Cooper glanced over at me as he started sewing his finger back on his hand before saying, "Nah, she's one of a kind."

"How sweet." The man behind me said sarcastically. 

"Or maybe," Booker continued. "You're still lookin' for her."

I stiffened at his statement. Was there someone else?

"Well Sorrel, I can confidently cross one reason off that list for ya. I sure as hell ain't still alive so I can have unintelligent conversations with dipshits like yourself." Cooper responded. Booker had obviously hit a nerve. 

One of the men immediately responded by hitting Cooper in the head again with his gun. "Watch your mouth. That's the president of the government you're talkin' to." He sneered.

Cooper slowly leaned back into his chair. He looked calm, but I could see the anger still simmering inside of him. "Ah. You a president now?" He asked Sorrel.

"Don't see why not," Sorrel responded confidently, taking another bite of his food.

"Well, you might want to hire a publicist because this is the first I'm hearin' about this outfit. Now, what I am hearin' is a whole lot of chatter about some woman. Name of Moldaver." Cooper replied.

"They call her the flame mother. Now that bitch is dangerous." Sorrel said with a serious look on his face. 

"Well, when it comes to leadership these days, dangerous is what they call a prerequisite," Cooper said smirking.

"Somebody's gotta step up and bring some order around here. You know why these boys brought you in?" Booker asked, puffing out his chest. 

"Cause I fucked up a poor, defenseless, gang-affiliated organ dealership?" Cooper mumbled, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yup," Sorrel said with conviction. "Now I've always liked you-"

"Well, I've always liked you," Cooper interrupted with a smile on his face.

"Well, ain't that sweet. But that SuperDuperMart you two gutted was under our protection. So, if I wanted to let you go scot-free, folks might lose faith about what we are trying to do here. And then what?" Booker explained.

"Anarchy in the streets," Cooper answered.

"Exactly, so you got anything to say in your defense?" Sorrel asked.

"Guilty as charged." The ghoul responded confidently. I gave him a look of disbelief as he happily wiggled his finger. 

"Just like that?" Sorrel asked, surprised. 

"Just. Like. That." He smiled. "Now if you need any more evidence, I can tell you about this town I just shot up, Filly." 

"Cooper." I hissed angrily. Finally breaking my silence. 

He smiled at me, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, I must have killed nine or ten people." He continued, "She didn't do shit." He repeated. 

"My daddy lives in Filly." One of the men states, concern in his voice. 

"Well, not no more he don't. Unless he's a coward." Cooper said.

"Don't take the bait, son." Sorrel interrupted as the man cocked his gun at the ghoul.

"Oh, I ain't fishin'. I'm just trying to game this out. Now, in my experience, the apple tends not to fall too far from the tree. Is that true in your case?" Cooper asked.

"My daddy ain't no coward." The man was fuming as his gun stayed pointed at Cooper. 

"Well, then I guess the only question is..." Cooper smirked, "Are you?"

"Sherrif Rex. Take Sherrif Troy's gun away." Sorrel said, clearly unamused at the situation.

"Very presidential of ya." Cooper mused.

"Take him out back and feed him to the hogs," Booker said, done with Cooper's antics.

Sherrif Rex pulled Cooper to his feet, but before I could protest, Cooper headbutted Sherrif Troy before stealing Rex's gun. The next thing I knew both men were dead on the ground as he shot them repeatedly. 

"Goddamn it." Booker sighed.

"You really should teach your men how to treat a lady," Cooper explained. "They weren't very nice, were they darlin'?"

I gave him a small smile, "No Coop, they weren't."

He hummed as he stalked across the room. "I got one question for ya ol' buddy," Cooper said, turning his attention back to Sorrel. "Why... do you have this picture on your wall?" He asked, pulling down one of the wanted posters.

"That's Moldaver." Sorrel responded, a look of confusion on his face, "Why?"

Cooper's face betrayed him as shock washed over his face before he regained his composure. "It's just not how I remember her is all," Cooper mumbled. 

"Yea? Well, how do you remember her?" Sorrel asked.

Cooper stared silently at the poster for a while, lost in thought while Sorrel and I exchanged awkward glances. 

"Cooper?" I asked him, worry settling into my stomach. This seemed to catch his attention as he brought his eyes up to me. 

"Let's go, sugar." He said as he folded the paper before stuffing it in his bag. He reached his hand out to me, silently asking me to take it. 

I quickly grabbed his hand, eager to get out of this place. "What about him?" I ask.

"The president?" He asked, mocking Sorrel, "Leave him."

I held on to Cooper's hand tightly as he confidently strolled out of the building. Who was this woman? And what was she to Cooper?

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[serendipnpipity]

Favorite DnP Tour Song Statistics

Settle round, little ducklings, do I have some statistics to share with you all!!

A grand total of 156 people participated in this survey, so thank you if you took the time to fill it out! 🧡

As a teaser, here’s a pie chart of the votes for your favorite song! We’ll be discussing this in depth in its own section but I know some of you f*ck vibe with pie charts more than the bar charts I use there…

To give you a clear vision of what we’ll be looking at, here are the categories of the upcoming analysis:

Phandometrics (community growth on a viewership & fandom scale)

Favorite Song (general)

Favorite Song vs. Phandometrics (the main hypothesis!)

Honorable Mentions (fun little quirks I noticed along the way)

Ready? Time to read on.

PHANDOMETRICS

Lag between year started watching -> year joined the phandom. This can be seen most obviously in the 2009-2015 portion of the graph, likely when the community was just building up. I went back to check individual points, and many people seem to join a year or two after starting to watch.

Three distinct peaks of phandom growth: 2015 (dnp popularity peak), 2019 (coming out), and 2023 (dnpg comeback, dnp renaissance). Pretty expected, but still cool to see!

The difference between the peaks when you look at viewership vs. phandom is interesting though! Especially 2019 seems to be a huge spike in viewership, but the phandom growth seems a little more gradual (maybe more people lurked at first, then joined the phandom in 2023 once they were more active?).

The 2012 peak is really interesting. Most popular year to start watching from this sample, apparently!

FAVORITE SONG

"The Internet is Here" won 51.3% of the votes... which didn't surprise me all that much. It's iconic, okay?

II is about half as popular, and beyond the song qualities themselves, I wonder if a contributing factor to this pattern could be its lack of availability as an officially released song.

I think Everything's Fine is so low partially bc I closed the poll before WAD released to prevent the recency effect from skewing the data. (Especially because I thought we were getting "Everything's Fine (Acoustic)" smh.)

FAVORITE SONG VS. PHANDOMETRICS

By era...

I had a hypothesis: based on the year you joined, which I now realize in my head wrongly equated with the year you were most active in, you'd be more biased towards the song of that era bc a) you were more likely to go to the tour or b) epic nostalgia hit.

Yeah, I was wrong.

When you group the eras you see that TIIH wins in almost every single group by a similar proportion to the total, which means this attitude is fairly evenly distributed amongst the phannies.

By year...

Separating by year, you begin to see that, hold up, the hypothesis could have some merit! In either 2017 or 2018 on both graphs, the II finale actually does win.

The super high TIIH votes bleeding in from 2015/2016 and from 2019 seemed to mask this pattern.

HONORABLE MENTIONS

I have no idea what happened here but both ways you slice it, Interactive Introverts was fighting for its life amongst the 2012 phannies???

We got three phannies that have been watching since 2009!! The fact that people have been sticking around so long (up to fifteen years!!! and this was only a sample of 156 of us!!!) is really heartwarming for me bc it's a testament to how strong of a community dnp have built their viewership to be.

At the end of the day, what can I say? That was a lot of statistics. I hope you enjoyed or took something away from this little survey. Lmk if you notice any other cool trends or have any theories on what the data means!

Thank you for listening to my yapping; have an orange heart.

🧡

#OH ALSO GUYS I literally did all of the categorizing manually in order to make the clustered bar graphs. it was a pain. it was worth it. #dan and phil #dnp #we're all doomed #wad #phan #tatinof #interactive introverts #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #amazingphil #phil lester #ser does stats #ser shares #stats phannies; music phannies; data analyst phannies... this one is for you <3

[blingblong55]

Gold Rush- Vladimir Makarov

Based on a request: heyy! I love your writing style and am I big simper for makarov!<3 Ignore this if you don't want to do it but what about reader being apart of makarov's crew and him falling in love with them during a mission. Thank you sooo much if ur going to do this!<333 ---- F!Reader, fluff/romance? ----

Being part of Konni was always a risk, especially when the rest of the world is against you and your teammates. Makarov, the man who started everyone just so happened to be by your side in this mission. He was rough, cold and serious, rarely making jokes unless you were a part of his inner circle. Tonight, he leads the team through yet another dangerous mission. 

You were walking towards another part of the enemy base when he stopped you. He shakes his head, "Too risky, take left," he commands but you know this place best. "If I take left the guards will notice me, this way is their blind spot, trust me," you voice above a whisper. "If you get us caught-"

"I won't," you cut him off. 

For nearly three hours, the team and you sneaked around, gathering as much intel as possible before sunrise. 

By the time the helo had arrived, he allowed you to go first, weird for a man like him to care about such things. On the way back to base, he sits beside you, "Smart move back there, Y/n," he says in a much softer voice. What he hadn't expected was for him to develop a soft spot for a person in his team, much less you. 

It didn't start tonight, no, this took time to develop. 

About two years ago, that is when he first noticed you. The team and you were just hanging around, it was an odd day, with no work or worries. He watches how his men laugh, how you sit by the corner, listening but not engaging and he takes note of that. With time, he notices how blunt you were, how you didn't glorify anything, especially not him. All others did, well those who were allies to his so-called 'cause'. 

You didn't mean to be mean when you were honest, you just said things like how you saw them, even with him. Another thing he noticed was how shy you were, but when asked your words spoke differently to how you are. 

With time, he found himself smiling at what you did, the dumb jokes only you and the person telling them understood. Secretly, he began to memorise you. It would be a fear to others if he did this but in this light, it was romantic. He began to notice the smile you had when you'd read a book and it got to an interesting part. 

One night, he sat down on some stairs, looking up at the starry night as smoke ran in his lungs. He did this only when he knew you'd be jogging around base, sleepless nights were your excuse but he knew the real reason. 

Others noticed how kind he was to you, how he never laughed when you were the butt of the joke. It became clear when he would only beeline to you when books were in his hand. All in Russian but as he said, "The author made it in Russian because the emotions are better written."

He always had a book he needed you to read. In some cryptic way, the words between pages and titles were his way of being a poet to the girl in the jogging shoes. 

Tonight, as the team arrives back on base, he asks you to stay back. 

Why be feared if you, yourself fear something?

The walk to his office was calm, screw whoever said comfortable silence was overrated. This silence with him was nice, it was...beautiful in some way. 

"I wanted to...say something I think is idiotic to say, especially for a man like me," he starts. Your gaze on his soft eyes, those heterochromatic eyes. 

He takes a deep breath and continues, "I like you. I like all about you and I think I would be a fool if I never said this. You can act as shy as you want, and pretend I annoy you, but I want a lot of things with you. I've read poems that remind me of you. I like our night routines, I like how you know the real me. I like how everyone here adores you...at least I do. I didn't like how you have become the only person I get nervous around but...now, I do. But I do hate that you make me feel excited, happy and hopeful and that you know me better than anyone. I hate worrying about you so if you must, reject me now so I can have a real reason to hate myself too."

His eyes desperately looking at yours and when a smile appears on that beautiful face of yours, he smiles too. 

For three months, he and you get close. Milena, the woman everyone, even the enemies, thinks is his lover only stays close so she can finally see a long-time friend happy. 

Everywhere he goes, those sweet eyes you've come to love steal glances at you. Small, secret smiles capture no one but the eyes of each other. He becomes the constant in your life as you do to his. 

In this world, he shouldn't show anyone his shiny toy. He mustn't since he knows others will break the one fragile thing he allows himself to have. So, like the flower-covered coat pockets in his home, he keeps you tucked away for when his hands can be fragile again.

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[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

Hello. I’m an English reader of One Piece, and confidently know *nothing* about the Japanese language (atleast how to read it). I own all 4 box sets that are currently officially available in English. I was wondering, considering your expertise, is the VIZ translation good (in terms of how reliable it is in accuracy)? Does it convey what it needs to? If not, do you think any scans you’ve read are better compared to the official? Curious what you think as a translator. Thanks!

i think that these days the viz translation is basically fine. it conveys what it needs to. often there's little quibbles i have with it, like little differences in how i might personally have phrased things, but i certainly don't think i could do better at translating whole chapters of manga on a week-to-week basis.

my new chapter reading process now that i'm properly caught up again starts with reading the raws in japanese, and then i skim both the unofficial scans from tcb and the official release from viz when they each come out to see what choices they made. doing this, i do see more mistakes in the unofficial scans than in the official viz translation. and that makes sense! the people who do the official viz translation are professionals who are being paid for their work and they have more time to do it.

like, just for one low-stakes recent example i noticed, in chapter 1112, the unofficial scans (left) messed up this panel by attributing both of the lines on the left to vegapunk, when in fact the second one should be spoken by pythagoras (something made clear in japanese by his distinctively polite speech pattern), a mistake which was corrected in the official (right).

and i'm not saying this to insult the scanlators, by any means! it's something i've wanted to get into myself, and they provide a really cool and valuable service largely for free as volunteers. i love scanlators. but if you are wanting the most accurate experience of the current manga as an english-speaker, the official is probably still your best bet.

however, from what i've seen (bearing in mind that my actual experience with the official translation is pretty limited, i mostly only look at it when people ask me questions or i have a specific curiosity) i do think the official translation has a lot more problems in the older arcs, roughly from east blue through, like, skypiea?

i've seen or been asked about a pretty substantial number of mistranslated lines and questionable choices from that stretch of the manga. for just one example, there's this one from drum i posted about a couple months ago, where a line that's quite thematically important to the series as a whole got cut up because of the translation's former unwillingness to use the word 'god' (also very visible and annoying in skypiea).

the anime for those arcs does use, from what i've seen, a better translation than the official manga. however, i personally don't know of any better manga retranslations of the early arcs (it's something i've actually considered trying to attempt myself, if i ever have the time for a project of that scale). if any of you have any to recommend, please let me know!

#jonny answers #one piece #not japanese #long post #arc: egghead island #ch 1112

[gachawolfiebloom]

A Grumpy Troll and A Prince

Chapter 2: An Unwanted Visitor

Tags: Comedy, action, adventure, and romance

The trolls were certainly not kidding when they said it was going to be a loud and crazy party. Everywhere you went there would be a shower of lights and music. Bob was handling the vinyl record on his dj set while some glowing bugs were accompanying him. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! GET AWAY FROM MY SET!" He tried shooing them until one flew into his mouth and his eyes started to glow.

"HOOOLLLYYY CRAAAAPPP THHHIIIISSSS ISSSSS AWWWWESSSSOOOMMMEEE!"

Meggy was dancing in the crowd before she noticed that Mario was missing. "Hey, where is..." She turned to find Mario singing "La la la la la la" while being hoisted up by tons of trolls that looked like they were about to collapse under the hundreds of pounds Mario weighed. Tari and Melony were helping Tag6 with throwing glitter into the audience.

Unknowingly, one ball of glitter accidentally hit poor Boopkins and the crowd went silent. Was he...dead...

Boopkins sprung back to life like nothing had happened and everyone just dismissed it, carrying on with the party. Up on stage, Four was dancing along with all the others and having a great time while someone was watching him.

Three glanced at the bubbly, happy troll. Made him sick. All this happiness and celebrating and for what? A day that just reminded him of the hardships he had faced in the past. Where he lost T-

Three snapped out of his miserable thoughts and rolled his eyes. If they wanted to die then that was just fine with him. It wasn't his problem anyway. A small, white fluffy dog came up to him with some more sticks which Three took and then patted the pup's head. Eggdog was Three's loyal pet that comforted the grumpy troll and kept him company when he felt lonely. With nothing more to do, the two made their way back to Three's evil villain lair, unknown to what happened next.

Four took it way too far and yelled "MORE GLITTER!" to which in an instant, a flash of colors and light had blinded the trolls and a massive explosion occurred.

On the other side of the forest, a figure with a torn up suit, bent antennas, and a dirty screen was reading off a map, stuck with the life of a commoner. The map had tons of x's scribbled on it, indicating all the places that this mysterious character had searched for in hopes of finding the one thing that could give his life purpose again.

He could have sworn he heard some kind of eruption as Mr Puzzles turned around, grabbed a telescope and peered through the lens. There it was again. Fireworks graced the sky with an image of the prince. A wide grin spread across Mr Puzzles's face as he knew exactly what the cause of this was. After many tireless years of searching..."Trolls."

"Alright everyone, I want to make an announcement." Four and his father were on stage as the prince wanted to do something special for him. Mario interrupted him by shouting out "Hey! That's Smg4! Mario's best friend!" A wave of shushes came from the crowd as the king cleared his throat in an insensitive manner.

"I'd like to take a second to celebrate our king, my father. 20 years ago tonight, he saved all of us from those dreaded-"

BOOM.

A series of echoing footsteps drew closer and closer as the trolls all looked up to see a man with a tv head, staring back at them. In a stroke of dumbness, Four tried to be hospitable by asking him "Uh...you like memes?" Mr Puzzles smiled and zipped open a bag to take the future feast of the Bergens back to where they belonged. "RUN!" the prince yelled as all the trolls sprinted in different directions.

This certainly wouldn't do. Mr Puzzles decided to pick trolls one by one. Luigi was shaking, terrified as he instantly got scooped up. Four rushed off the stage until he heard a familiar voice. "MARIO JR! WHERE ARE YOU!?" He saw his best friend searching for his pet when it was actually behind him, but it was too late as Mr Puzzles grabbed both of them.

"EVERYONE BLEND IN!" The trolls used their hair to make them look like leaves or grass. At this point, anything would suffice. Four almost got taken as well, but managed to duck out of the way. He then saw that Boopkins was trying to run as fast as his tiny feet would take him, soon before Bob came running and pushed him out of the way. "MOVE GREEN TURD!" A hand blocked their path and dragged them to the bag as Bob yelled out "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

He looked another way and saw that Tari and Melony were hyperventilating, scrambling around instead of running, and it wasn't long before they too were captured. "Four help!" The prince found Meggy with a frightened group of children all huddled up in the open. He and Meggy guided them over to a patch of tall grass and told them to disguise themselves.

Meggy had unfortunately forgot to hide herself in an effort to protect her friends and was snatched right in front of Four's eyes. "Meggy!" He then saw Tag6 being pulled to the bag. The prince quickly extended his hair to make a rope for Tag6 to latch onto, but it almost didn't matter.

The grip loosened with every passing second until...both of them were separated and Four watched in horror as his friends were all stuffed into the bag. Mr Puzzles looked around for anymore wandering trolls and saw the king, hitting his foot and yelling "Let them go at once!"

Four saw Mr Puzzles reaching down for his father as he quickly saved him and hid under the stage platform. Not a sound. One peep and they were dead. Mr Puzzles crouched down to look at their hiding spot. They were gone...? Four's breath quickened as that screen kept looking straight at them. After a few seconds, Mr Puzzles realized he would have to come back later to gather the rest of them. He gave up and observed the remains of the village. "Thanks for throwing the biggest, loudest..."

"Craziest party ever!" Mario finished as he stuck his head out of the bag. Mr Puzzles shoved him back in and set off. Next stop, Bergen town. After the coast was clear, Four slowly removed the hair incasement that had blended in with the scenery. He got out and looked out in despair on what just happened. His friends were captured and the village was in ruins. All the other trolls got out from their hiding places as well to approach the king and prince on the situation.

"Is it coming back?" One of the trolls asked. "What are we gonna do now?" Another inquired. The prince tried to fight back the tears in his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. Before he could provide an answer, the king quickly instructed "We have to find another home immediately! Everyone hurry before that...thing comes back!" Four was shocked. "We have to rescue my friends." The king shook his head and said "No. We have to run. Now come on, let's go!" Just up and abandoning everything like that. This wasn't the leader that the prince knew when he was small.

"What about no troll left behind?" The king stopped in his tracks and sighed. "I'm sorry Four. That was a long time ago and I'm no longer the great leader you admired so much." The prince thought to himself for a second and retorted back "Then I'll go and save them!"

"NO FOUR! THAT'S WAY TOO DANGEROUS!" He didn't stand down. "I have to try." His father didn't believe him. "You won't be able to make it to Bergen town by yourself. That's impossible." There was no response. It was impossible to get there by yourself. You would need help. That's when an idea struck in Four's mind. He knew just the troll to ask.

Three was sitting at his desk, staring sadly at the smashed invitation. Eggdog was laying down next to him, softly whimpering and looking up at him with adorable puppy eyes. Would he have felt better if he had gone to the party? Three opened a drawer that revealed a bunch of other cards that Four had sent him in the past. Even though he declined them all, he couldn't help but save them.

He then heard a knock at the door. Quickly, he rushed to stuff the invitation in the drawer with all the others, but they all began sounding off. The knocking turned into pounding as Three kept shoving them all inside while shushing them. Once he finally got them all in, he could hear the voice of his unwanted guest and sighed in annoyance.

Outside, Four was banging on the door to Three's lair while he kept calling out his name. "Three! Three! THREE ARE YOU IN THERE!" A piece of the door mat that read: "Go away losers!" opened and angry red eyes popped out.

"I'm not going to your party! Now leave me alone!"

"The party's over! We just got attacked by someone who is working for the Bergens!"

Three's eyes narrowed. "I knew it!" The door mat flung open and Three grabbed Four to bring him inside. The prince watched as the grumpy troll began setting out multiple locks and traps all around them. Once he finished with the last mousetrap, the two fell into silence. Three kept looking up, waiting for the sounds of Bergens to come flocking by his door.

"Three I-" He placed a hand over his mouth and shushed him. Four pushed his hand away as this was kinda important here. "I have to tell you something-" Three pointed a finger in his face and aggressively hushed him again. "I was just gonna-" Three was so irritated that this idiot would not shut up when told to so he whipped his head around and furiously went "SHHHHHH!!!"

Four groaned in frustration and quietly raised his hand. "What!? What could be so important that it's worth leading the Bergens right to us!?"

"It's gone!"

"You don't know that! It could still be out there! Watching...waiting...listening..." Three made very intense eye contact when he said that last part which kind of freaked Four out. He shook off that thought. Now that the awkward silence between them was over, it was back to addressing the situation to Three. "No it left! It took Meggy, Boopkins, Bob, Melony, Tari, Mario, Luigi, AND TAG6!"

Three rolled his eyes at that name while Four stopped freaking out for a moment and took a breath. "Which is why I have come to ask...will you come with me to Bergen town to rescue everyone?" Three's eyes widened and he looked kind of ticked off. "WHAT!? NO!" Four tried to reason with him. "Three! You can't say no! They're your friends!" He stopped the prince right there. "Not so fast! They're your friends, not mine."

"I'm staying here in my evil villain lair." Four threw his eyes back in annoyance to find that he had come all this way for nothing. "Oh that's just great. You're the one guy who knows more about Bergens than anyone, but when we finally need you, you're just going to hide down here forever!"

"Forever? No." He flipped a switch that Four had somehow missed on the way in. They began to descend down on a platform to his lair. "I really only have enough supplies down here to last me 10 years, maybe 11, if I'm willing to store and drink coffee from the beans I find...which I am!"

Four looked around in amazement. He had no idea that Three had built all of this. He had never bothered to invite Four, or anyone else to his home. "You all said that I was crazy, but who's crazy now?"

"..."

"Me. Crazy prepared."

The platform had arrived at the bottom and Three stepped off to store the sticks he had gathered earlier. Four then felt something brush up against his leg. The friendly little Eggdog wanted to say hello to the unexpected guest and barked happily at him. Four smiled and patted his head, then worked up the courage to admit he was wrong.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you." Three turned with a raised eyebrow to hear what he had to say. "You told me not to throw the party, I threw it anyway, it's my fault they were taken, and now I don't know what to do!" Three crossed his arms and said "Why don't you try praying to the memes for their freedom." Four looked unamused while Three had a smug grin.

"Well...thanks anyway." He headed off as Three called out "Sure. See you in 10 years idiot." Four kept his unimpressed eyeballs on Three as he pulled the lever. Once he was gone, Three's smile slowly faded. He started walking away when he heard the platform coming back.

"Hey Three? I was wondering if I could borrow something."

"What."

"You're lair!"

"WHAT!?"

The room was swarmed instantly by the entire population of trolls, all in desperate need of a home. Three grabbed Eggdog as the two were overwhelmed by the now crowded space they were sharing. "FOUR! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" Four placed his hands on his hips like a sassy teenager and said "You said you had enough supplies to last 10 years right?" Three couldn't believe this moron had turned his own words against him. "To last me 10 years! ME! It will last them 2 weeks!"

"Then I guess I better hurry!" He began walking to the exit when Three stopped him by grabbing his hand. "Wait! You won't last a day out there."

Four pointed to the collection of trolls and roasted him back by saying "And you won't last a day in here." Three looked around and saw all the trolls drinking his coffee rations, playing with his bear traps, and smashing his valuables. He looked at the prince confused on how he was played while Four walked off.

"Four!"

He turned to find his father, filled with concern. "Please be careful." He nodded and said with reassurance "I can do this." His father hugged him and let his son carry on with the journey. Four got back on the platform and said "Bye everyone! See you soon!" Three pushed through the crowd as they waved back "Good luck prince Smg4!"

Four stared at his hug time bracelet and counted down with his fingers "And 3...2...1..." A ding sounded off and that was his cue to leave as he pulled the lever. All the trolls's bracelets sounded off and Three's pupils shrunk instantly. "Hug time!" He slowly backed away as the crowd drew closer like zombies. "No..." Four watched Three become more panicked induced as the trolls came closer and closer.

"No! NO! NOOOO!"

Chapter 3: Coming Soon

#comedy #adventure #action #romance #smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #smg4 au #smg34 fanfiction #trolls #trolls au #trolls movie #trolls bergens #smg4 trolls #trolls branch #trolls poppy

[homelanderbutbig]

A Quaint House With a White-Picket Fence (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1139 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You teach Homelander about Animal Crossing.

With a rare day off, you decided to spend your afternoon doing something you haven't been able to for a while, play Animal Crossing. Homelander has never played a video game before, and he has made it perfectly clear to you that he has zero interest in doing so. He is also not shy at showing his jealousy at how engrossed you get playing your silly games instead of paying attention to him. As a result, you usually only play for short periods of time when you're alone.

Today was different. You have been doing nothing all day except play Animal Crossing, just like you used to do before moving into the Tower. You don't even hear him storming into the penthouse, in one of his signature grumpy moods. Grumbling irritatedly seeing you lounging on the couch, he can't believe you aren't acknowledging him and inviting him over for a cuddle like you always do. It's not like he's easy to miss.

Homelander walks over in front of the couch, attempting to make a point with his purposefully loud footsteps. And yet, you still don't even look up as he looms over you. Rolling his eyes, he places his hands on his hips as he taps his fingers on his belt. He can feel his anger bubbling to the surface, with the annoying little beeps and boops coming from the game only serving to aggravate him further.

Finally, he's had enough at watching you ignore him. With a motion so fast you barely even register what is happening, he picks you up so he can lie down on the couch, keeping you on top of him. His arms are wrapped immovably around your waist while his big head is snuggled firmly on your shoulder. He lets out a deep huff from his nose, making certain that you know how exasperated you've made him.

You stay there for a moment of tense silence, waiting for him to say something first. You feel bad for not even noticing him, but you want to see where he is mentally before you make a move.

"What is this?" he eventually asks you, contempt dripping from his voice. If you won't stop playing this dumb thing, he may as well learn what it is.

"Animal Crossing," you tell him, laughing as you practically feel him rolling his eyes. Ah, he's in one of these moods.

"It's a game where you get to play in this cute village and just do whatever," you try to clarify. "You can fish, catch bugs, decorate your house, and make friends with your neighbours. It's relaxing."

"…Why?" he retorts. He is baffled at how doing things in this game that you could do in real-life would have you so fixated.

"I dunno, it's hard to explain," you respond. "There's no stress in this world, no time-limits or deadlines. It's like… an escape."

Homelander is hushed as he contemplates your answer. The appeal still doesn't make a lot of sense to him.

"What… are you playing as?" he enquires, brow furrowing slightly. Your tiny avatar appears to be a boy with slicked-back blonde hair, wearing a blue shirt with an eagle design.

"I tried making you," you answer honestly, with a brief giggle. You click a mysterious button on your gaming device, and suddenly this character is smiling wide back at him.

"You… made me?" he ponders, rubbing his head into the nape of your neck.

"Yeah, I normally just make myself but… I wanted to see how you'd look too," you smile, returning his nuzzle. "You turned out cute, right?"

He sighs, not dignifying you with a response. This facsimile is nowhere near his level of perfection, but at least you tried.

"What's that noise?" he mumbles. "It sounds like a bug."

"What direction is it coming from?" you respond. "It might be a mole cricket, I haven't caught one of those yet."

"To the left," he guides you, using his super hearing to easily discern the origin of the bug's droning call. "Under that rock."

Homelander watches as you pull out your shovel and hit the rock, causing a cricket to pop out which you swiftly catch with your net.

"Look at that! We caught a mole cricket!" you exclaim.

"…Now what?" he queries. He doesn't understand why you seem to excited over this, it's just a disgusting, insignificant insect.

"Now we take it to the museum, so Blathers can put it on display," you reply.

"And what, we get a reward for it?" he asks.

"No, it's just for fun!" you attempt to explain. "We can get a golden net if we catch all the different kinds of bugs though!"

Once again, he feels flabbergasted by your reasonings. This is just one of those weird human things of yours that he figures he will never understand, no matter how many questions he asks.

Homelander decides to stay quiet for a while, simply observing as you go about your activities. Seeing you run around this confined space, pointlessly catching more bugs and fish. Listening to you tell him which animal villagers are your favourites, showing him your house and how you decorated every room.

Strangely, the longer he watches you play, the more relaxed he starts to feel. It's weird, seeing your miniature caricature of him running around this fake town. He's just spending his days trapped in this virtual world, living in a quaint house with a white-picket fence, surrounded by friendly neighbours… without anybody staring at him like he's a freak… without a care in the world.

He's living the life Homelander always wished he could.

"Do you think we could ever live in a place like this?" he contemplates in a somber voice. The genuineness of his thought takes you by surprise.

To be honest, you don't have an answer for him. Vought has such a tight grip on every aspect of his life, you aren't sure if he'll ever be able to be free of their influence. He's never known what it's like to be 'normal', his entire existence has been dictated for him, his every opinion pre-calculated for what's best for the company.

"Hey, why don't we spend the weekend at your cabin?" you suggest, trying to pivot the heavy conversation away to something more tangible. You put your game down to caress his cheek, feeling him angle his head into your touch. "Just the two of us, no schedules or worries."

You can feel a little smile spread across your shoulder at your proposal. Homelander tightens his hold on you ever so slightly, cherishing the feeling of your small stature in his arms. He's glad you aren't able to see his face right now, letting him hide the fact that he's blinking away forming tears.

"Yeah," he whispers. "I'd like that".

#the boys #the boys tv #homelander #homelander x reader #g/t #size difference #my writing #animal crossing wild world was my shit as a kid

[kimsohn]

Ꮺ CUTE

pairing . soobin x gn!reader about . 848 words, fluff note . for @obrigados based on this mb!! congratulations <3

the classroom is empty when you walk in, save for the music blasting through your earphones and the squeaking of your shoes against the floor. the window's left wide open, causing a hint of a breeze to flutter in through the gap, but it does everything but make you happy as you slide it down shut.

you eye the small pile of leaves that have made their way through the window gap. the universe seems to hate you today, you think, as you pick up the broom. cleaning duty on a friday is already miserable enough, but with the way the room has been left in an absolute mess after the end of exam season, you know your job today is tenfold harder.

you tackle the floor first, thankful that there are no annoying food crumbs to deal with, before moving onto the board. the chalkboard is dusty, and it takes several rounds of cleaning solution before the etches of the day have faded away. once a lively board filled with classwork and the small doodles in the corner you hope your teacher doesn't notice, the pristine condition of the green frame seems unfamiliar to you. you think that's a good sign though, because it always means you get to start over again on a blank slate the next day.

your last task of today, arguably the hardest, is sorting the desks. things you find on the floor or on the board are often predictable and easy to deal with. the seating arrangements, practically where the students live, are a different story though. you shudder as you clean out the first row, remembering a particularly horrible time when you found a moldy banana peel in the depths of the desk cubby. gradually, you work your way through each section, praying you won't find anything terrible, and as you reach your last desk, you thank god that the worst thing you've encountered so far is crumpled-up papers of chain messages.

you scan the inside of the desk before moving to the top, noticing the calculator in the corner. its presence is foreign, mainly because calculators are too expensive to be simply forgotten on a tabletop, but what intrigues you the most is the bright screen, indicating that it's clearly on. a device normally filled with math formulas and numbers that make your brain dizzy, it's surprising to see a beautiful flower on the tiny frame, made delicately with the selection of different buttons that produce unexpected, yet astonishing results.

you're too zoned into the tunes floating in your ears to hear the clearing of a throat behind you, once, twice, before it lands you a pat on the shoulder. you whirl around, calculator in hand, to see none other than choi soobin standing behind you, looking at you with an indecipherable expression.

"hey," he starts as you take your earphones out. "i think i forgot my calculator here, but seems like you've already found it."

too busy absorbed in your cleaning, you fail to realize that your crush of seven years sits in the exact seat you're standing in front of. to summarize, this situation is extremely awkward, and you feel yourself shriveling as he stares down at you, the clock ticking by agonizingly.

"i'm sorry!" you exclaim, offering the calculator to him. "i was on cleaning duty, and i happened to stumble upon it."

he accepts it gratefully, and the light brush of your fingers against his is enough to make your heart pound. he looks down at the illuminated screen, tracing the edges with his gaze until he pockets the device in his bag.

"so, you saw the flower, huh?" he says, zipping up his bag.

you want to protest, to remain oblivious, but you think he already seems to know the answer.

"yeah," you voice sheepishly, "i didn't mean to though, i swear. it was just already turned on, so..."

"it's okay. it's just something i do when i'm bored."

he turns to leave, swinging his bag over his shoulder, but your voice blurts out before u can stop it.

"it was cute, you know. the flower. you're crazy talented for being able to make it, even if you were bored."

"thanks," he says, turning his head back as he walks to the door. you watch pitifully as he nears closer to the wooden frame, already accepting another meaningless encounter going to waste with your crush, but his voice makes you reconsider everything you've believed in.

"not as cute as you though."

you meet his gaze as his head turns. he smiles, so softly you think you're imagining it, and just like the wind floating away, he's disappeared in thin air.

as you pick up your headphones, wrapping them around your neck, you notice a piece of paper on the desk next to you. your fingers pull it open subconsciously as if it was meant for you, and as you read its contents, you wonder if cleaning day isn't so bad after all.

i hang out by the park after school on fridays. meet me there :)

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[complicitsacrilege]

More fun for the @deromanuscoven Spring Event 😈

Day 4: I want only your love or death.

Written by @herbeloved82 and me.

Find it on Ao3 here!

He could read it in Louis’ mind. He’d lost him again. Armand knew that Louis was never his to begin with, but over the years, they’d grown comfortable with one another. But now, there was a distance between them that Armand had felt before.

It didn’t help that Lestat was more than happy to be open with his lavish displays of affection for his all too indifferent partner, but the evening that neither Lestat nor Louis had so much as shown their faces before midnight, that was when Armand knew that he was alone once again.

Lestat had descended from his ivory tower to grace them with his presence. Even without the ability of reading his thoughts any longer, Armand didn’t have to pry to see the Prince’s smug expression, but it was the scent of something unnatural still running through his veins that told him what had happened. Louis slunk down to read in the library several minutes later, carrying that same unnatural scent.

Armand had smelled it a handful of times at court - more and more, now that their doctors in residence had time to experiment with perfecting the delicate balance. He knew that the open offer was there, yet, Armand never sought out Seth or Fareed to try it, but now, watching the way that Lestat draped himself across Louis’ lap, their cheeks still flushed, Armand had decided now was the time.

Only, there was no one with which he could. Not with Louis back to being Lestat’s pet or Daniel taking time alone in Rio, now that he seemed well enough to do so. That was when he overheard Chrysanthe’s voice. He glanced up, peering down the hall that led to the salon from which the sound of Marius’ laugh drifted over the sound of a crackling fire.

Armand’s eyes narrowed fractionally as he listened closer to the words. It was nothing of import - nothing that he and Marius hadn’t discussed countless times in the past. History. Politics. And yet, as Marius laughed again, Armand could hear the soft rustle of fabric as one of them must have gestured or moved closer.

Part of him wanted to look into the room, to walk in as though he hadn’t noticed that they were even there, but instead, he simply sat on the other side of the library, glaring at Lestat, who was now nipping at Louis’ jaw. It was a battle he would never win, for once Louis’ attention was elsewhere, not even the end of the world could draw him out of his shell.

And yet, there was the smallest crack in Louis’ facade as he tipped his head closer to Lestat’s for a kiss.

That was enough.

Armand stood quickly and stormed out of the room, leaving the library, but he stopped on his way to the salon when he saw Seth and Fareed approaching from the other side of the hall. Dressed alike, as always, it was Seth who carried an ornate looking wooden box and Fareed glancing toward the salon, from which the sound of Marius and Chrysanthe’s conversation continued.

Seth and Armand’s eyes met for only a moment, but it was Armand who looked away first, shying away from the weight of his dark gaze. Armand drifted to one side of the hall, yet they did not move to pass him, instead entering the salon before Armand could even see inside of it.

Fareed’s voice immediately joined Marius and Chrysanthe’s, and from his tone, he seemed pleased with what he saw. “Marius, Chrysanthe,” a brief pause, in which Armand could practically feel himself bristling. “It’s good to see you about, we were getting worried. We need our prime minister after all.”

“It is my duty to help our Prince.” Marius said with a detached voice that had little in common with the laugh that still echoed in Armand’s mind. It was like something switched off inside Marius, but the difference was clear. Marius had no interest in small talk with the doctor, yet the sound of his laugh with Chrysanthe told another story entirely.

Armand had always been his own worst enemy, and right now his mind was conjuring the worst possible scenario. He knew what was in the nice box Seth carried, what else could it be if not the triple cursed hormones? 

Armand found himself grinding his teeth. He could taste the metallic taste of his blood in his mouth as he imagined Marius accepting the box from Seth, a gentle and enigmatic smile on his too expressive face as he nodded towards Chrysanthe. 

He could see her delicate hand wrapped around Marius’ arms as they walked to his bedrooms, where they would - no. Absolutely no, he decided, he wasn’t going to stay around to see them leaving together. He was done for the night. 

Those were his thoughts when he walked away and left the main floor with its too many happy couples. 

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#my fic #and my friend's fic!! #We spent all day on this ok #marius de romanus #fic #marius/armand #de romanus coven events #spring event

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jonathan Ben-Menachem for Zeteo News (04.23.2024):

“Reprehensible and dangerous.” “Terrorist sympathizers.” “It’s not 1938 Berlin. It’s 2024, Columbia University, NYC.” The White House, Congressional Republicans, and cable news talking heads would have you believe that the Columbia University campus has devolved into a hotbed of antisemitic violence – but the reality on the ground is very different. As a Jewish student at Columbia, it depresses me that I have to correct the record and explain what the real risk to our safety looks like. I still can't quite believe how the events on campus over the past few days have been so cynically and hysterically misrepresented by the media and by our elected representatives. 

Last week, the Columbia University Apartheid Divest (CUAD) coalition, representing more than 100 student organizations, including Jewish groups, organized the Gaza Solidarity Encampment, a peaceful campus protest in solidarity with Palestine. CUAD was reactivated after the university suspended Students for Justice in Palestine and Jewish Voice for Peace in the fall. On Wednesday morning, hundreds of students camped out on Columbia’s South Lawn. They vowed to stay put until the university divests from companies that profit from their ties to Israel. Protesters prayed, chanted, ate pizza, and condemned the university’s complicity in Israel’s attacks on Gaza. Though counter-protesters waved Israeli flags near the encampment, the campus remained largely calm from my vantage point.

Columbia responded by imposing a miniature police state. Just over a day after the encampment was formed, university President Minouche Shafik asked and authorized the New York Police Department to clear the lawn and load 108 students – including a number of Jewish students – onto Department of Corrections buses to be held at NYPD headquarters at 1 Police Plaza. One Jewish student told me that she and her fellow protesters were restrained in zip-tie handcuffs for eight hours and held in cells where they shared a toilet without privacy. The NYPD chief of patrol John Chell later told the Columbia Spectator that “the students that were arrested were peaceful, offered no resistance whatsoever, and were saying what they wanted to say in a peaceful manner.”  Since then, dozens of undergraduates have been locked out of their dorms without notice. Barnard College, an affiliate of Columbia, notably gave students just 15 minutes to retrieve their belongings after returning from lockup and finding themselves evicted. Suspended students cannot return to campus and are struggling to access food or medical care. Students who keep Shabbat, and do not use electronics on the Sabbath, were forced to rely on technology in order to secure food and emergency housing. This crackdown was the most violence inflicted on our student body in decades. I implore you, as our Jewish Voice for Peace chapter does, to consider whether arresting Jewish students keeps us and Columbia safe.

Smears from the press and pro-Israel influencers, who have levied charges of antisemitism and violence against Jewish students, are a dangerous distraction from real threats to our safety. I saw politicians compare student organizers to neo-Nazis and call for a National Guard deployment, apparently ignorant of the lives lost at Kent State and in Charlottesville, and with very little pushback from national media. This is a repulsive form of self-aggrandizement that I can only assume is intended to preserve relationships with influential donors. Calls to more heavily police our campus actively endanger Jewish students, and threaten the regular operations of the university far more gravely than peaceful protests.  [...]

On Monday, I joined hundreds of my fellow student workers for a walk-out in solidarity with the encampment; we listened respectfully as a similarly sizable group of Columbia faculty held a rally on the library steps. Frankly, it didn’t feel much different from the environment during my union’s most recent strike on campus – I felt inspired again by my colleagues’ commitment to making Columbia a safer and better place to work and study.  Later that night, a Passover Seder service was held at the encampment. Would an antisemitic student movement welcome Jews in this way? I think not.  [...] Here’s what you’re not being told: The most pressing threats to our safety as Jewish students do not come from tents on campus. Instead, they come from the Columbia administration inviting police onto campus, certain faculty members, and third-party organizations that dox undergraduates. Frankly, I regret the fact that writing to confirm the safety of Jewish Ivy League students feels justified in the first place. I have not seen many pundits hand-wringing over the safety of my Palestinian colleagues mourning the deaths of family members, or the destruction of Gaza’s cherished universities. 

I am wary of a hysterical campus discourse – gleefully amplified by many of the same charlatans who have turned “DEI” into a slur – that draws attention away from the ongoing slaughter in the Gaza Strip and settler violence in the occupied West Bank. We should be focusing on the material reality of war: the munitions our government is sending to Israel, which kill Palestinians by the thousands, and the Americans participating in the violence. Forget the fringe folks and outside agitators: the CUAD organizers behind the campus protests have rightfully insisted on divestment as their most important demand of the Columbia administration, and on sustained attention to the situation in Palestine. And we are not alone. College campuses across the United States have followed Columbia’s lead. 

Jewish Columbia University student Jonathan Ben-Menachem wrote in Zeteo debunking the false "antisemitic" smears used to attack protests against the oppression of Palestinians on campuses.

#Jonathan Ben Menachem #Zeteo #Zeteo News #Substack #Ceasefire NOW Protests #College #Israel/Hamas War #Palestine #Gaza #Antisemitism #Columbia University #Gaza Solidarity Encampment

[selenetargaryen]

Wicked Desires

Azriel & Female O/C

SUMMARY: Everyone in the inner circle know about the mating bond between Azriel and Rhysand’s sister Octavia. It just takes a little bit of jealousy for them to confess their feelings for each other…

(VERY SMUTTY)

TW: Harassment

Octavia’s POV:

My chest heaved vigorously with the air around me and I noticed his hazel eyes calculating my next move. Azriel liked to fight dirty in the sparring ring, leaving no room for mess ups. It was hard for me to focus on a hot day like today in Velaris because Azriel's usual leathers were replaced with a vest that exposed his sculpted abs. He had a sheen of sweat there and it gave me unholy thoughts.

Next thing I knew, Azriel's sword swung in the air and I quickly countered it, just before it sliced my neck.

"NEVER let yourself get distracted during combat Tavia." Azriel cocked his head.

"I wasn't distracted." I lied, swiping for his torso, to which he deflected.

Fighting with him was like a dance. Deadly and calculated, but also passionate and intimate in a way. He pulled the previous attack I did on him, testing my reflexes.

"Then why were your eyes glued to my leathers?" He raised a brow and my cheeks reddened. A ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips and I almost rolled my eyes.

"I just noticed they're different from your usual attire." I shrugged and hit his sword with ease, becoming nervous from the confidence in his fighting stance. I had a feminine urge to be submissive for him when he circled around me like I was prey

"Hmm. So is yours." His smirk appeared as he raked his eyes over my body. I scrunched my eyebrows, jaw dropped. Azriel wasn’t usually this flirtatious. He took advantage of me being distracted again, swiping for my sword with all of his weight, and knocking it out of my hands. I twisted to the side as he went to slice my neck, but he pounced, grabbing my waist and pulling me to his torso to hold the sword at my throat. He didn't notice when I grabbed out my dagger, so I had it pointed straight at his exposed abs.

I almost shuddered from how close we were. Each of us vulnerable to the other. His hand rested on the bare skin under my crop top and tightened, causing my clit to throb.

"Seems like both of us are distracted from each others attire." I snapped as a seductive smile curved on his features. My thighs clenched, masking the hot arousal in between us. Azriel's nostrils flared at the scent and I bit my lip, his eyes darting down to the movement. If his sword wasn't at my throat I might've leaned in to kiss him.

"Stop eye fucking each other and get a room!!" Cassian bullied, causing Azriel to clear his throat and lower his sword.

His hand didn't move from my waist though, and I still pointed the dagger at him.

"You're just jealous that I'm not hot and bothered holding a dagger to your abs!" I stuck my tongue out, and a chuckle left Azriel's lips. Cassian just huffed and walked away.

"He's definitely jealous." Azriel's deep voice sent butterflies to my stomach and I looked up at him through my lashes, pulling my dagger away and sheathing it.

For a second we just stared at each other, then Azriel slowly and hesitantly removed his hand from my waist. I almost whined at the lack of his warm touch. The rest of our training had just as much sexual tension, but I toughed it out and was left tired and tense.

~~~

Mor made an effort to hound me about this morning, telling me I should just confess to Azriel how I feel about him. I told her it was obvious he liked Elain since they talked so much, but she just rolled her eyes, telling me that Elain couldn't have feelings for Azriel after her heart was broken from the cauldron and the human boy.

I took a nice shower and threw on a black halter criss cross cami top with a matching skirt, then strapped on a pair of black sandals that wrapped up my calves like vines.

"That shirt definitely does your tits justice." Mor winked as we walked out to the dinner table where everyone was already digging into the cheeses, fruit, and wine.

"Wow, that outfit looks amazing on you Tavia." Elain exclaimed from her spot next to Azriel. Basically the whole group nodded and smiled in agreement, except for Azriel.

Azriel raked his eyes over me the same way he did in the fighting ring, showing no shame in the way his eyes lingered on my tits and thighs. I just swallowed the lump in my throat and used my powers to hide the scent of my arousal.

A few pastries and bites of fruit and cheese later, I found myself sipping wine to wash down the nerves and full feeling in my stomach.

"So, you're saying that all of these males in the summer court literally fight over you, and you choose celibacy?" Mor slurred, causing Amren to snicker, Cassian and Feyre to smirk, and the rest of the table to widen their eyes. The conversations between everyone came to a halt and I chugged the rest of my wine, probably making my blush and embarrassment worse.

"I had a lot of sex years ago, I don't need to be whoring myself off like I used to." I shrugged, causing the Illyrians to cough.

"But, don't you get lonely?" Mor frowned and I rolled my eyes.

"She's a hopeless romantic." Amren bullied.

"Will you guys stop bothering my sister?" Rhysand chuckled and I gave him a thankful smile. He probably didn't want to hear anything about this as much as I didn't want to discuss it around the whole inner circle.

"She's saving herself for someone special." Amren ignored my brother and I almost groaned, pouring myself more wine. I could feel Azriel's gaze, and it took every ounce of willpower to ignore it.

"Who is it?" Nesta cocked her head and Elain smirked from across the table.

"Yeah do pray tell." I snapped, then gulped the rest of my...5th glass of wine?

"I can think of a certain Illyrian." Amren exposed, glancing at Azriel who had an amused expression on his face. Elain giggled next to him, as if she knew she was a better option for him than I was. Who could compare to someone so sweet and beautiful as her?

"Okay!" I threw my napkin onto the table and stood up, glaring at Amren. Yes, glaring at Amren. Who I used to be terrified to even speak to because of what she is.

"I'm done for the night." My cheeks burned with embarrassment, I felt everyone's eyes on me. I was also confused from the tug on whatever bond that was going on between Azriel and I. Gods the cauldron must hate me if it gave me a best friend and a mate who likes another female more.

"Hey! Come back! We were just teasing!" Amren hollered, but I was already running up the stairs. My heart was racing, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had to get out of here.

“Hey, everything okay?” My brother shot down my mental barrier.

“Yes, just fine.” I lied. But he didn't question me any further.

After a few deep inhales, I grasped onto my powers and summoned my wings, whilst at the same time hiding my scent and mental barriers from any onlookers. Then I jumped out of my window, flying up into the sky and winnowing to the borders of the summer court.

~~~

Tarquin himself greeted me.

"What is it friend? You seem troubled." His brows furrowed as a tear slid down my cheek. I hadn't realized my vision was blurry.

"I don't want to talk about it." I grumbled, accepting the drink he handed to me.

"There's a party tonight if you're interested?" He grinned, eyes brightening.

"You know that's an offer I can't refuse." I smirked, mood immediately better.

Tarquin and I became friends when he stepped up as the high lord of the Summer court. At that point Azriel and I were already friends because of my brother. He was quick to shoot down the ideas of me getting plastered in summer court parties. I knew I was in love with Azriel, so I did the right thing and stopped going to the parties years ago.

Right now, I figured a party would be the perfect release.

~~~

Azriel’s POV:

Gods she looked so fucking devasted when she left the room. After she left, Rhysand and Feyre were quick to tell Amren how pissed off they were. I couldn't help but be worried about my mate because everything to do with the bond went dead silent. Maybe Cassian was wrong. Speaking to Elain to make her jealous wouldn't work. I had to tell her straight up how I felt. I'm so fucking stupid. She's my best friend and I care about her so much, why didn't I just confess to her ages ago?

Oh yeah, because Rhysand fucking terrified me. He didn't approve until a few months ago when Feyre berated him. We also JUST had a long heart-to-heart. He mentioned that he wouldn’t hesitate to toss me in byraxis lair if I hurt his sister.

"Azriel, you need to go get your girl." Surprisingly Elain said that and gave me a smile, while everyone else in the group gave me an expectant look.

Little did Tavia know, everyone in the group knew we are mates. Mor, being her second closest friend in the group after me, found out that she thought I liked Elain more. No offense to Elain, but she doesn’t compare to my best friend. Octavia is my person. She's the most breathtaking and clever female I've ever been cauldron blessed to know.

"I guess it wasn't a bright idea to try to make her jealous." Cassian mumbled, causing Rhysand and Feyre to glare at us.

"You what?" Feyre singed the table, digging her claws into the wood, and I swear Cassian looked like he shit himself.

"It doesn't matter, I'm going." I stood up, winnowing to my mate's bedroom door and lightly knocking.

"Tavia?" I knocked again. No response. "Okay, I'm going to come in, I hope you're decent." I twisted the doorknob and quickly realized the room was empty. Fuck.

“She's not here.” I voiced for Rhysand.

"What do you mean she's not here?" Rhysand appeared at my side, eyes wide in anger. He searched her room for her scent, picking up on no traces of where she went.

"You better fix this." Feyre gave me a glare and I hated how scary she looked when she was protecting her mates sister.

There was only one place I could think of where my best friend would run off to, and I prayed I was right before I flew out of the house of wind and winnowed out of Velaris.

~~~

Octavia’s POV:

The lights in the big hall glowed a dark hue of red, and beams of rainbow light reflected off of the glass swan sculpture in the middle of the room. I lay on the laps of two men, admiring the scenery while completely intoxicated, a frown permanent on my face.

What was I thinking? That I could rebound my feelings for Azriel? There was no getting rid of the feelings I had for him. I’m literally his best friend, and I’m destined by the cauldron to be his mate.

"You're the sister of the high lord of the night court, aren't you?" The blonde I was sitting on said with a smirk while he gazed into my violet eyes.

"Pretty one." The brunette next to him slid his fingers up my skirt. I immediately tensed, realizing this was all wrong. I didn't want him to touch me like this. There was only one person I wanted to, and he wasn’t here.

"Thank you." I awkwardly shifted in the male's lap, grabbing his friends hand out of my skirt and attempting to stand on my feet. But they both grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. Shit.

"Where do you think you're going little girl? We're not done with you."

"She's scared." One of the males laughed with a sadistic smile.

"Let me go." I glared and tugged against their grip. They both just chuckled at me.

Suddenly a gust of air made my hair blow in my face, and shadows erupted in the room, wrapping around my torso. Azriel was here. He found me. Even though I'd masked my scent. Did he come here to tell me he felt the same way I did for him? Or just because Rhysand was worried?

"You fucking heard her." Azriel grabbed my arms and pulled me into his chest, not hesitating to give the males a look that would kill if it was possible.

“Shit, that’s the shadowsinger.”

"I’m about five seconds from tearing your throats out, so get the fuck out of here and leave the women in here alone. Your high lord is going to hear about this, and so is mine." Azriel threatened, causing them to gulp and run away. He turned to look me in the eyes, assessing the damage I'd done to myself. The look of worry he gave me is all I needed to sober up. I leaned into his touch, curious what would happen next.

~~~

A second later he'd winnowed us to Velaris and flew up to the house of wind. He set me on the kitchen counter, grabbing me a glass of water.

“Drink.” He pushed the glass in my face. It wasn’t a suggestion, but a demand.

"You saved me." I gave him a smile, obeying his orders and grabbing the glass, taking a long gulp of the water.

"Well yeah. You're my mate." My heart skipped a beat at his words.

"So you do know. Do you even feel the same?" I rolled my eyes, tapping my nail against the glass.

"What do you mean?" My mate looked down at me with a frown.

"I thought you liked Elain more." I shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

A second is all it took for Azriel to take the glass out of my hands and grab my chin. His face was inches from mine, my thighs clenched together, and he took notice of this, giving me a smirk.

"I've always been in love with you. But I was scared to death of what your brother would do." Azriel confessed.

"That still doesn't explain why you're extra friendly with Elain when we're all in a group." I grumbled.

"That was Cassian's idea." Azirel sighed. "I was terrified of confrontation and what it would do my relationship with you and Rhysand, so I asked Cassian for advice. He told me I should try to make you jealous." The look on his face was pure regret.

Fucking lllyrians.

"Well, your wish was granted. I got jealous." I angrily stood up from the counter, only for Azriel to trap me, his arms forming a barrier around my figure.

"You made me jealous too Tavia." Azriel leaned in, inhaling the scent on my neck.

My core became dripping wet with need.

"Oh yeah?" I pathetically countered, too distracted with the shadows that were cascading up my skirt, as well as the way my mate's pupils dilated in an almost carnal way.

"Seeing you with those males, and knowing you came to Tarquin just for support. Yeah, I got fucking jealous." Azriel played with strands of my hair, then looked down at my tits.

"And cauldron fucking bless me, I've wanted to rip this outfit off of you all night." His eyes searched mine, which probably looked so fucking hazy. My pussy thrummed with need. I caved into my desires, wrapping my arm around my mate's neck and hungrily pulling his lips onto mine.

Azriel's hands immediately gripped my thighs lifting me up winnowing me to his bed, where I straddled him. He pulled away and looked into my eyes.

"I need to hear your words, Tavia." He demanded, making my stomach flip. That was him asking for consent. I couldn't believe this was real.

"Please, Azriel." I trailed my hands down his abs, causing his cock to harden against my thigh. He peeled my shirt off, mouth worshipping my nipples. I writhed against him, hands running through his onyx hair.

"Please what princess?" He stood up and set me on the bed, pulling his shirt and shoes off, as well as my shoes.

"Please fuck me Azriel." I looked into his eyes. His grin was absolutely feral now and he slid his hand up my thigh feeling how wet my panties were.

"Hmmm, good girl. You're so fucking needy for me." He then ripped my panties off and pulled me by my calves to the edge of the bed, getting on his knees.

"Yes, Azriel, I need you." I begged as his shadows caressed my nipples.

His gaze darkened as his fingers slid up my thighs. His tongue then slid clean across my folds and I threw my head back, moaning his name.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined." Azriel sucked on my clit, causing pressure to build in my stomach.

"Don't stop." I whined as his shadows made my nipples peak.

Azriel hummed in response, sticking two fingers inside my tight walls and curling them on my sweet spot. I whimpered, my core tightening with need.

"Yes, right there." I surrendered to his tongue and fingers while he ate me like I was his last meal. My best friend was pleasuring me like it was something he craved, and the thought of that made my heart skip a beat. This is what I’ve been missing out on.

Azriel's fingers curled perfectly and he sucked my clit so good, my walls tightened around him. I screamed his name. White hot pleasure shot through me and I trembled, my cum dripping out on his tongue.

He looked up into my eyes with a carnal smirk, pulling his pants down to reveal how hard his cock was. My mouth watered at the sight and my pussy was already throbbing with need again. I let my arousal course through our bond and Azriel snapped, flipping me over on the edge of the bed and pulling my ass in the air, giving it a sharp smack.

"I'm going to fuck your cunt so good Tavia. You're not going to be able to walk after this." He whispered in my ear, massaging my ass. I just whimpered, spreading my legs more, causing him to chuckle.

"So fucking needy for my cock, you're my little slut aren't you?" He trailed his tip against my folds and I squeezed the sheets, letting out a sharp breath.

"Yes, please, I need you to fuck me Azriel." The words coming out of my mouth felt so wicked, but they were true. I felt like if he didn't get his cock inside of me I would crumble from existence.

"Your tight little pussy belongs to me. Do you hear me princess?" He slowly slid deep inside. I nodded at his question, too stimulated to respond.

"I don't want you to worry about any other females around me ever again. You are EVERYTHING to me." His hand smoothed over my ass and I sharply inhaled, moving my hips against him to get some friction.

"Your cock is mine." I moaned, causing Azriel to dig his fingers into my waist and quicken his pace.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He went even harder and deeper, hitting my cervix and all the right places.

"I want you to cum inside me." I said breathily. His shadows made haste to stimulate my clit, and I couldn't help the knot that wrung in my core.

"No male will ever fuck you like this Tavia, I can promise you that." Azriel groaned and I felt his cock twitch inside of me as my walls clenched against him. I came at the same time as him, feeling a rush of ecstasy in my veins.

“Gods, yes." I went limp into the sheets, feeling sated from how good it felt to have my mates cock inside me. He stilled against me, his warm cum shot deep inside my core and I relished the feeling.

He flipped me over so that I was laying on his chest and started playing with my hair, using his fingers to get the knots out. And he did it so casually and gently like we didn’t just rail each other.

I looked up into his hazel eyes and blushed at the huge grin he gave me.

“I fucking love you.” His thumb toyed with my lower lip. I swear every time he touched me I physically melted into him.

“I had this infatuation towards you when we first met. It was so superficial. But as we became best friends I felt the mating bond grow everyday. I would be lying if I said I didnt fall in love with you ages ago.” I confessed while tracing the tattoos on Azriel’s arm.

“When I realized we were mates I knew I wanted to spend the rest of eternity with you. You’re so fucking perfect.”

My heart swelled and I sat up, straddling my mate so that I could attach my lips to his. This time it was slow and full of passion. Azriel squeezed my thighs and swirled his tongue around mine. We only pulled away when we needed air…

#smut #acotar #azriel #romance #sexy content #fanfic #tw harassment #rhysand #feyre archeron #feyre cursebreaker #elain archeron #amren #amren acotar #mor acotar #cassian #nesta archeron #velaris #praise and degredation #hot as fuck #booktok #mates #fated mates #acomaf #acosf #acofas #acowar #rhys acotar #azriel shadowsinger #slutty thoughts #explict

[kaythefloppa]

Team Pirate Bible

So I mentioned that the bible/art book for Jake and the Never Land Pirates (back when it was called Team Pirate) was very hard to download. I waited a few hours for Mega to get its shit together and it paid off. Here's the art book for the series that would eventually be known as Jake and the Never Land Pirates: This book pre-dates the pilot episode I linked earlier this morning and it shows.

Characters:

Yeah, right off the bat it's clear that our group of Neverland Pirates was much different.

For one, the leader wasn't Jake, it was Slighty. Whether it's Slighty from the movies, or, much like Cubby and Nibs, a different character with the same name. I'm leaning towards that. Disney Jr's version of Slighty had Jake's role as the leader, who helps and guides his team. Something to notice is that the Sword of Forever isn't really a concept. It wasn't in the pilot that included Jake either. Jake/Slighty's object was a Spyglass rather than a sword given to him by Peter Pan.

There's also some insight on the development of Bucky. According to the series bible, he is enchanted by Pixie Dust, but not in what you'd expect. Instead of flying, he is alive! A sentient pirate ship who is part of Team Pirate, and communicates through ringing.

This totally shoots down my "Tinker Bell invented Bucky" theory but this is just as cool. Though considering Tink sprays Pixie Dust on Bucky in one episode, I'm now wondering the logistics of Pixie Dust in this world, but that's another lore post for another day.

Also, I adore how Hook has his movie design here.

Locations, Curriculum, and Stories:

What-the, DINOSAURS??????????????? IN NEVERLAND???

The first episode, The Mystery of Turtle Rock, seems to be what would soon become the Season 2 episode "Mystery of Mysterious Island!" The second one, I think is Pirate Ghost Story's beta version. But you can see how different things were in production between the final version, especially the dynamic between the characters/

#jake's team pirate #jake and the neverland pirates #jake and the never land pirates #team pirate #disney jr #jatnlp series bible #team pirate series bible #peter pan #lost boys #disney #peter pan disney #Man I wish someone found this before Athena P made that video because goddamn #Looking back I'm 98% positive that they were considering adding the Lost Boys but eventually backed out of it and decided to redesign them #Which could be yet another reason why Show!Nibs didn't make the final cut. And maybe they just didn't have enough time to change Cubby so #they stuck with it #Idk but this lore is real

[thinkofmehoney]

“Pretty boy, with a pretty voice.”

mpreg!Choso x you

summary: Choso is starting to notice some changes on his body as his pregnancy progresses, and he’s confused, he’s scared. His body has always looked the same until now. Would you still think he looked nice even if he doesn’t look like he used to?

contents: Mpreg Choso x female reader, fluff and slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, slice of life, Unconventional Pregnancy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

notes: In case you want context on why and how is Choso pregnant, read the notes here

It was a Sunday and the sun warmed your house, the day was slow yet refreshing and comforting. Choso wanted to try on a shirt to see how it looked with his new pants, but when he stood in front of the bedroom mirror he noticed something.

“Hey, baby.” He called, looking at his bare torso in the mirror, his fingers tracing his stomach. “Don’t you think I look… A little bit different?”

Slightly confused, you walked towards him, and as you saw his reflection in the mirror a smile immediately appeared in your face.

“Aw, Choso. I think you’re starting to show.” You said with tenderness and happiness, your hand sliding from behind him to softly caress his stomach. “See? right here, on your lower stomach, it looks more rounded.”

Choso tilted his head to the side, he didn’t expect his body to start changing so quickly, it was surprising. Specially because his physique has always stayed consistent, this soft curve was something so new to him.

“This is the baby?” He asked, almost incredulous, resting his hand on top of yours. He turned to look at you, “I- this… this feels unreal… I can’t believe I’m starting to show already.” He said in awe.

But then, he looked at his reflection one more time, his fingers tracing his skin with some doubts on his mind.

“Do you… Do you like the way it looks?” He was slightly nervous, something that hasn’t happened to him before.

His question took you off guard, but you were sure of your answer. “Of course Cho. You look as handsome as always, and even more.”

You left a kiss on his shoulder, easing him for now.

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Choso knew that feeling insecure was something every single human being has experienced at some point, it was something natural and pretty much unavoidable, even for him.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye, he was five months along now and the baby was the size of a sweet potato. And as his pregnancy progressed, he noticed some changes. He traced his fingertips above his stomach, feeling how his abs were almost completely gone, turned into a firm, rounder form.

Not only this, but now his jeans squeezed his sides, leaving a red itchy mark on his skin when he took them off. He soon realized that his clothes from day to day didn’t fit him anymore, he started to get bigger and softer too.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one who noticed this. When he went to the store he could feel the prying eyes of people on him, maybe it was a bad idea to wear a t-shirt instead of his usual baggy clothes.

As he picked some fruit to buy, he could hear whispers and giggles from people who just couldn’t understand what was wrong with him, some of them jokingly saying that he was pregnant.

He couldn’t take it anymore, so he quickly paid for his stuff and left. A walk that was supposedly to clear his mind and exercise a little, just turned into an awful, overwhelming experience.

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Later back home, he went to the room you two shared, and all he wanted to do was lay down and sleep. Choso didn’t tell you what happened at the store this time, he didn’t want to worry you, and he definitely didn’t want you to think that he couldn’t go out by himself anymore. He figured he’ll just have to go on walks when the sun is down, hiding in the shadows like a freak.

He sighed, just wanting to put on his pajamas and fall asleep. He took his t-shirt off in front of the full length mirror, stopping to stare up and down at his body.

He slightly frowned at the way his body looked, feeling so many things at once. The echoes of people's murmurs and laughter lingered in his mind, taunting him with their judgment. He couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider in his own body, a spectacle for others to mock.

With a heavy heart, he traced the contours of his changing body, looking at it with a saddened frown.

“I’m a joke…” He sighed to himself, “I shouldn’t have gone out when my clothes don’t even fit me anymore.”

He thought of the people murmuring and pointing at him, he thought of himself and his old and fit body, when he was way more appealing to look at. But then he thought of you, and oh he felt so bad.

How could he do this to you? How could he make you walk around with him when he looked like that? He was afraid, afraid that he was a burden to you, that he was making you stay with someone who’s not even good looking enough anymore, let along having to keep up with his symptoms.

He slightly jumped when the door opened and you walked into the room. It was late so right now you just wanted to put on your comfy pajamas and cuddle with Choso to fall asleep.

You smiled softly at him while you walked towards the closet, “You haven’t put on your pajamas yet?”

While you had your back turned, Choso quickly dressed his bare torso with the loose t-shirt he wore to sleep. “I just got distracted.” He said, resting it importance, “I’m a little bit tired from walking today.” He explained, now putting on the bottoms of his pajamas.

He walked to bed and started to place the multiple pillows that helped him rest more comfortably, adding more support to his back and his tummy. You often giggled at this, because it reminded you of when puppies walked in circles before laying down to sleep, a comparison that made Choso blush and laugh too.

He sat in bed, his back resting comfortably while he waited for you to come to his side.

Choso enjoyed looking at you when you changed your clothes; the way your muscles flexed under your skin when you took your shirt off, how you unconsciously tried to cover yourself while you picked up what you were going to wear, the contented smile after putting on some freshly clean clothes…

Choso smiled softly at how precious you were, after all the time you’ve been together, you still managed to give him butterflies. Oh how lucky he was to have your love and devotion all to himself.

He got out of his own little fantasy world when you said something he didn’t quite understood, too busy daydreaming about you.

“What was it?” He asked, his heart beating faster and his face getting hotter when you got to bed and approached him.

You crawled up to him until you sat down in between his legs, so you could be in front of the baby bump. Choso breathed in deeply when you softly lifted his shirt up, exposing his skin.

“I said…” You leaned down to kiss the side of his tummy, goosebumps forming on his skin, “That our little one deserved some extra care tonight, since you’re starting to feel more tired now."

You picked a body cream bottle that you brought with you, it was Choso’s favorite because of its pomegranate scent, you warmed up some of it in your hands.

Choso's eyes softened as he observed your thoughtful gesture. The room held an air of tranquility as you began to massage the cream onto his skin, your hands moving in slow, comforting circles.

You smiled to yourself when you saw how relaxed Choso was starting to get. Today, you noticed that when he came back home from the store he seemed a little bit down, but you figured it was that he got more tired now that his tummy was heavier and his sleep schedule was disturbed.

“That feels… really nice.” He sighed contently, the warmth of your hands filled his heart, making him forget even just momentarily about his worries. “You’re so sweet," he continued, "always finding a way to make things better for me."

You chuckled softly, tracing delicate patterns on his baby bump. "Anything for you and our little baby," you replied with tenderness. "They are growing beautifully in there, I can’t wait to meet them."

Once the cream was absorbed into his skin, you leaned in to place gentle kisses on Choso's tummy. "There we go," you murmured, your lips lingering for a moment. "All pampered and ready for a good night's sleep."

Choso smiled down at you, and the way you were so gentle with him, it melted his heart. You both settled into a comfortable cuddle facing each other, the warmth of your bodies creating a safe and comfy environment. Choso's head rested against your shoulder, and your fingers gently traced soothing patterns on his baby bump.

"I'm really grateful for this, love," Choso broke the silence that was starting to form, his voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and vulnerability. "It makes everything a bit more bearable, you know? Because physically, it's tough. My back and muscles ache more than they used to."

Your hand continued its tender movements, a silent acknowledgment of the physical toll the pregnancy was taking on Choso. "I'm glad I can help, even if it's just a little," you whispered.

Choso felt a little bit nervous, he wanted to tell you about the thoughts that have been haunting his mind lately, he trusted you more than anyone, so he felt that it was safe to tell you about his insecurities.

He sighed, his breath carrying a weight of emotions. "But it's not just the physical exhaustion. It's... it's everything.” He looked up at you with an uneasy gaze. “I miss the way my body used to be.”

You looked up, looking into his eyes and his expression that resembled an abandoned puppy.

He continued, “I know, I know it might sound too vain… but I can't help feeling this way." He rested his hand on yours, maybe looking for comfort, since feeling the touch of your hands grounded him. “Do you ever… miss the way my body used to look like?” His voice held a hint of vulnerability, aching to understand if the changes in his body had altered the way he was perceived by you.

You looked into his brown eyes, your own filled with warmth and understanding.

"Choso, I love you for who you are, not only for the way your body looks.” You cupped his face. “You are such an wonderful man, and your strength, your kindness, it goes way beyond your physical appearance, and every change that comes with this journey we’re on, only makes me fall for you even more."

His gaze met yours, a mixture of gratitude and insecurity in his eyes. "But... I've gained weight, and I don't feel as masculine as I used to. I’m… worried that you deserve better, someone who’s beautiful like you."

You furrowed your eyebrows with a smile, “But there’s no one better than you, Cho.” You nudged your nose against his, trying to cheer him up.

You knew that being insecure about his appearance was something new and even frightening to him, but you also knew that this journey comes with challenges and difficulties, but nothing you couldn’t face together.

“Love, look at me, please?” You gently held his chin, and he looked at you with a pouty face. “Your masculinity is not defined by your looks –it's in the way you love, the way you protect, and the person you are.” You left a kiss on the tip of his nose, “You’ve always been there for me. Haven’t you? Taking care of me and making me happy…”

Choso opened his mouth but he couldn’t utter any words, because your words went straight to his heart. When you saw his eyes getting teary, both of your hands went to cup his face, not forcing him to look up, but caressing him softly.

He shifted his gaze to meet yours, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability in his weepy eyes.

"I was just worried that… maybe you didn’t want me as much anymore," he admitted, the weight of his insecurities surfacing once again. “I- I wouldn’t blame you… it’s just, it must be tiring being with me. Not being able to go out without people pointing and whispering.” He looked up into your eyes, with a nervous yet vulnerable look. “And lately we don’t even… do it anymore, so I figured you just didn’t find me attractive.” He said shyly, referring to your intimacy.

You were a little surprised by his words, but you wasted no time and wiped away the last traces of tears. “Baby, please don’t ever doubt that I still want you, just as much, if not more than before.”

You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his cheek before continuing. “I love you more than anything, if I haven’t brought up our intimacy is just because I didn’t want you to feel pressured or anything… So, whenever you feel ready, I would love to do it, we can take things at our own pace.”

Choso’s hand was on top of yours, so you moved it and held it close to your face now, giving a kiss on each fingertip. If there was still any trace of self doubt in him, you wanted it to be gone for good.

You looked into his eyes with a playful yet warm look, making his heart race. "You are still the most handsome man I know.”

He watched you kissing his fingertips with such gentleness, he couldn’t understand how were you real. What did he do to deserve someone so loving and caring? Every time he was with you, he understood what humans meant by saying they feel butterflies in their stomachs.

You looked at him with so much love, now gently placing your hand on his baby bump. “Your body is still gorgeous, Choso. And now it’s our baby’s house too.” You chuckled tenderly. “Be kind with yourself, you deserve it.”

Those big brown eyes started back at you, and his heart ached, because you were right, his body wasn’t only his anymore. Choso reprimanded himself for feeling ashamed of the way he looked, because inside that bump, there was the precious life of his baby, growing stronger every day.

“I’m sorry.” He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, but he chuckled now that he felt a little bit better, knowing that there was nothing wrong with the way he looked. “And thank you, I… I’m really grateful to have you, my love.” He smiled tenderly. “You’re so precious to me… I don’t know what I would do without you.”

thank you so much for your patience and the support on the first one-shot of mpreg Choso!! I’m planning on posting more of it!! love youuuu

#𝐵𝑒𝑙’𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑠 ૮₍ • ˕ ₎ა♡₊˚ #mpreg choso x reader #mpreg choso #jjk mpreg #choso kamo #choso jujutsu kaisen #choso #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen #fanfic #choso x reader #choso x you #choso fanfic #choso one shot #choso oneshot

[nexus-nebulae]

remeron my fucking beloved

#I've been taking it mostly for anxiety #and holy fucking goddamn shit i have never had a medication just WORK so quickly i am shocked and fucking DELIGHTED #and it's helping SO FUCKING MUCH with eating????????? #i think partially because it alleviates the stomachaches from anxiety bc I'm not panicking constantly #but also it's supposed to help stimulate your appetite? i think? #and so fucking often i would just Not Be Hungry like all the time i just wouldn't eat bc i just. wasnt hungry? #but now im. definitely getting hungry when I need to and way more often #and I'm not getting that sense of If I Dont Eat The Food Im Craving I Just Wont Eat feeling as often anymore #where my brain just gives me a brick wall where we can't get a food but it's the only thing my brain will allow us to even put in the mouth #anything else is Bad i need That One Thing or at least a very close substitute #but now I'm more. idk the word for it. loosey goosey. I'm more open to eating more different foods every day #and every time i have a period of time where I'm off my pills bc i can't get a refill until monday or smthn #i NOTICE the difference like it is clear as day #i get way more angry and i get way more anxious and i stop eating when I'm off the meds #but when I'm on them i feel BETTER. like it's definitely not perfect but holy shit i can actually kind of function now 😭