#i don't know why i indulge in this thought loop again...

[cookierunauprompts]

This is super self indulgent buuut I like to think that shadow milk used to worm his way into the kingdoms he manipulated by being a jester or as an advisor so imagine this with a reader insert! Shadow milk just doing his thing when he sees the reader (could be anyone maid,princess etc) and thinks they are a perfect source for information but slowly starts to fall in love with them! And by the end he makes the reader watch as the kingdom they live in falls. Anyways hope you have a great day!

Requested Prompts #6 - 💓✙

TW - Mentions of violence, cannibalism

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Everything was going perfectly, nobody knew him as more than the Court Jester, nobody could even guess that it was him stirring up the discord within the royal court. They only knew Blueberry Milkshake Cookie, the silly court jester who always kept one of his eyes covered. He was much, much more than just a Court Jester though. And he could tell that you knew that. So, his first thought was to get you... Out of the way. He quickly reconsidered that after seeing you behead an assassin cookie with your own bare hands. So, then came plan b, using you as a source of information. As the next in line to be Crowned in this kingdom of secrets, then surely you would hold some rather valuable information that he could use to further his own agenda. But of course, even then you were holding back on him. You were a locked treasure chest of secrets, and he was trapped in a room full of keys trying to find the one that was just right. Shouldn't he have abandoned this by now? Well, he hated to admit it, but he'd fallen in love with you. Hard and fast like a blazing meteor on a crash course into the planet. And then, came the day you revealed one of your secrets to him. " I hate this kingdom," You had said bitterly, bringing a surprised look to his face. " Hating your own kingdom, my liege?" He teased with a sly grin, not having believed you at first. " My apologies, but I thought that I was supposed to be the jokester here!-" " Blueberry Milkshake Cookie," You said sternly, and he watched as you turned to glare at him. " I'm being serious." He shut his mouth, these were your secrets, he'd finally found the key and gotten you to open up to him. Surely he wouldn't have to deal with this... love he'd developed for you after, right? " This kingdom is built upon lies, but I'm sure you knew that already." You walked up to him, hands finding their way under his arms to lift him up off his feat so the two of you could be at eye level. " Haven't you ever wondered why myself and my family are this powerful?" His heart was doing loop-de-loops, such as it always did when you showed off like this. " I have, yes." He answered. " It's because we eat other cookies, and I hate the fact that we do." You hissed out, biting your tongue to keep quiet and hushed. " You know those private executions? They're taking those Cookies to a slaughterhouse, some of them haven't even done anything wrong and yet they're being slain like livestock." You crouch down so his feet are touching the floor again while you get on your knees. " I despise this castle, my family, and everyone who let this continue to happen. I wish that my kingdom would be completely and utterly destroyed so that nobody will have to know what suffering went on here." Oh, he didn't expect that. He could see the tears of anger brimming in your eyes, he didn't like that expression on your face. So why not replace it with one of your better ones? Such as your elusive smile? His own expression twisted into a gleeful grin. " Aw~ Don't worry my dear, I'll be sure to make your wish come true~" He cooed, wiping your tears of frustration away with a wave of his hand. " What do you mean?" You had eventually asked him after a moment of silence. The confused expression on your face- not what he was going for, but he'd take it anyways- was just so adorable~ " Eheh he he he heh~ Oh, you'll just have to wait for my last performance, the one in three days time." He chuckled, slipping out of your hold and walking towards the door. " However, I do advise you get yourself out of the kingdom before then, Reader Cookie~ Ta ta for now~" On the inside, he cackled wildly... Not out loud of course, that'd get him found out. He hoped that you would head his warning, after all he didn't want you getting crumbled in the cross fire.

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Might make a a part 2 for this one, mainly in Reader Cookie's POV about finding out that Shadow Milk was blueberry all along.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #cookie run au prompts #crk #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie x reader #cr kingdom #cannibalism tw #I hope you don't mind the twist i put on it. I felt like sprinkling in a bit of horror #also strong af reader cookie my beloved.

[cntloup]

What if...?

Fem!Reader angst, purely self-indulgent, probably ooc Simon

You've done this before... numerous times actually; getting into your head too much, being stuck in a mind loop, making a mountain out of a molehill and start an argument out of nowhere, but you dread that day... the thought alone makes you dizzy and nauseous. Although he had tried to reassure you countless times but still you haven't been fully convinced, still feeling not good enough and undeserving of his love... a love so pure, beautiful and passionate it feels like a dream. You still had not been successful to defeat the dark part of your mind that makes up these fucked up scenarios. What if he finds someone else? Someone more patient, present and mentally stable? Someone who’s willing to give him anything and everything he desires? "I'm worried, Simon. Worried that you'll resent me when we're older and it's just the two of us." "Love, don't you think that's enough? Just us? Because for me it is. We don't have to have children to fulfill our love." His words start to calm your racing mind a bit, but the dark thoughts start to run through your head again. As you try to process it all, gather your thoughts and think about what to say next, he takes your hand in his gently rubbing your knuckles and leaning in to give you a tender kiss on your cheek. After some time passes you break the silence "I know but wha- ... what if you regret it? What if-" fuck it’s starting again... your head hurts from thinking too much "What if you find someone else? Someone who-" he cuts you off starting to get a bit irritated "Someone else? Never! Please... bloody fuckin hell!” he lets out a loud sigh and gets up from the sofa and stands there pinching the bridge of his nose “How could you even say that? Love, please don't let these thoughts get to you. We've been through this a thousand fuckin’ times. You're the only one for me. And I would never force you to do anything that you don't want or put your life at risk. What kind of man would I be if I did that? Why should I even say this? It should be obvious, right? I just don't know why you wouldn't believe me!" His voice is getting louder by each sentence and tears start to well up in your eyes and soon after, you’re crying "I believe you, Si. I'm so sorry. I don't mean to upset you. It's just that- that these fucked up thoughts never really leave me alone, no matter how much I try, I just can't escape." You manage to get out the words through your sobs. He feels guilty now... and helpless. You're sobbing right in front of him... because of him. It’s all his fault. He should've been more patient and understaning. "It’s ok, love. I didn't mean to get angry. I'm so sorry. Please... what can I do?" He gives you a bone crushing hug and rocks you back and forth to calm you down. You take deep breaths and he pulls away slightly when he feels your racing heart calm down. He looks at you with glossy eyes, guilt and a thousand apologies evident in them. "Whenever you start getting these thoughts again just tell me, ok? Don't let it get to that point where you get stuck." "Ok, Si. I promise I will try but it won't be easy. It just takes some time for me to come to my senses after those thoughts strike my mind." "I'm right here whenever you need me. You don't have to go through this alone. We can even get help from some professionals if you want." "Yeah, that’s a good idea. Thank you, Si." He gently kisses your forehead and slowly pulls you into his arms again "I love you" "I love you too, Si."

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost riley #ghost simon riley #cod fanfic #ghost cod #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #mw2 #cod modern warfare

[faebaex]

Cursed with the Gift of Reincarnation Ⅱ

author note: omg take this away from me, this fic has had my fighting for my life o(>< )o the amount of technical difficulties i have suffered through trying to write this almost made me shelve it bc i genuinely started to think that it could be cursed too, like reader! so glad i can finally post it now, pls next part don't be mean to me like this, oof.

Please note that this is a female character.

characters: Lilia Vanrouge x F!Fae Reader

“Sssh Lilia, someone will hear us!”

“It’s not a problem as long as they don’t see us.”

“That’s not true and you know it!”

Despite your retort, you laughed unabated, and the sound was music to his ears. If Lilia could indulge himself in your laugh with every second of his day, he would. He reached out towards you, intent on pulling you away for a dalliance before your duties could seize hold of you again, when a loud bang rang through the air.

Lilia watched as you froze, the mirth draining from your expression as slowly, crimson began to seep through the crisp white of your blouse. The scenery around you changed, from vibrant glades to war torn fields, and he watched you crumple. No...

No, no, no, no.

Lilia ran towards you, but every step he took, you seemed to get further away. He cursed through gritted teeth and pushed himself harder, faster, he’d reach you if it was the last thing he did--

Lilia’s eyes snapped open, and he stared at the blank canopy above his bed. His breathing was uneven, his chest tight with residual panic, brow damp with sweat. He puffed out a long breath he didn’t even realise he was holding, his head thumping back down into the pillow. 

The nightmares had returned. Plaguing his dreams like demons, even when he knew what he was seeing was not true, he couldn’t help but hope, to believe that maybe if he was just a little faster, he could save you this time... He bitterly wondered if this was a side effect of the gift of reincarnation, to dangle your memory like fruit in front of him before snatching it away. 

It was no surprise as to why the nightmares had reared their head after so long. In his mature age, it was rare for much to surprise Lilia. But you, standing on the very drawbridge of their dorm in the College’s ceremonial robes had almost held the power to petrify him. He had searched for you so long, only for you to stroll very literally into his home... 

Lilia sighed again as he slipped out of bed, leaving his bedsheets disheveled as he moved towards his nightly safe space - his computer. Lilia settled down in his chair as he waited to his computer to start up, sluggishly preparing to fall back into the routine of gaming through the night. At least if he stay awake, he could attempt to push back the endless loop of your death...

You shuffled down the corridor, a steaming mug of fresh tea in your hands as you made your way back to your dorm room. Your phone had told you that it was around 3am when you had tossed yourself awake, feeling worse than you had felt before you had gone to bed.

Since you had arrived at this place, at Night Raven College, your sleep had been disturbed. Some nights you would dream of faceless figures and shifting landscapes, with conversations that sounded more like riddles than anything you could follow. No matter how much you dreamed, you could never figure out what was going on around you. Other nights, you'd simply toss and turn, entirely unable to sleep. Often, you wondered if you should tell the Regent about it, if perhaps maybe some magic on campus was interacting with you strangely or something, but an odd feeling in your stomach stopped you every time.

You were shaken from your thoughts by a dull thud reverberating. You perked up, trying to locate where the sound came from. It seemed to come from the room you just passed... Wasn't that Lilia's room? He was still awake?

Slowly you crept towards his door, knocking softly upon it only to jump at the sound of another dull thud, louder this time. Twisting the door handle, you cracked the door open, only to be surprised by the sight before you.

Lilia... With one foot on his desk... Curled over a bright screen?!

"Sen--" You went to whisper yell, only to be shocked again when Lilia's head snapped towards you, his eyes showing a sliver of surprised before he hushed you and gestured for you to enter. You almost spilt your tea as you scrambled through the door, your confusion making your actions sloppy as you pushed closed the door.

"Sorry dear, I'll be right with you. My party is full of pups, and we'll lose this raid if I don't pull through." Lilia called over his shoulder, a frantic clicking following his words as he remained focused on the strange bright screen in front of him. It looked a little like your phone but... Bigger. Brighter.

... Party? Pups? Raid? What in the Sevens was he talking about?

With great trepidation, you crept towards Lilia and peeked over his shoulder and get a better look at the strange, bright screen. The sight only boggled your mind further. The screen showed a team of tiny people, fighting some sort of... Gigantic beast? You couldn't help but pinch your cheek to check if you were somehow dreaming again.

You watched on in stunned silence until a victory message eventually popped up on the screen, with Lilia reclining back in his chair in satisfaction. As if suddenly remembering your presence, Lilia turned to you with a pleased grin on his face, "sorry about that, dear. Did you need something?"

You blinked at him dumbly, your shell-shocked expression only making Lilia's grin widen, "d-did you... Did you shrink those people and put them in that... That thing?" You gestured to the larger screen behind him, and Lilia couldn't help the laugh that passed his lips, slowly growing into a cackle as he doubled over in his chair.

You puffed out your cheeks, exasperated by his reaction, "hey! I thought you were getting attacked in here, or something!" Your words only made Lilia laugh more, and you set a hand on your hip as you waited for him to regain composure over himself. Wiping a tear from his eye, Lilia looked up at you, a smug grin on his face, "oh? Were you coming to save me?"

You narrowed your eyes playfully at him but decided to ignore his jibe, instead focusing your attention back on the mysterious screen behind him, "you didn't answer my question, what is... That?" Lilia seemed to find your confusion endearing, as his smug smile turned into a softer one.

"This is my computer. I'm quite the gamer, you know. It's like your phone, right? But more powerful." Lilia explained, and you tilted your head. "If it's more powerful, why didn't the Regent give me one of those instead?" You asked with your brow furrowed, and Lilia gave another amused laugh, "Well, it may be more powerful but a phone is much more convenient. It's not like you can fit a computer in your pocket... Actually," Lilia spun on his chair, so he could get a better look at you, "I'm surprised that your Regent sent you here with a phone. That's a rather technologically savvy move that us fae aren't known for."

You took a sip of your tea and gave a nod, "yeah, but he didn't teach me how to use it though." You shrugged, rather non-comital, something that Lilia picked up on. If he asked you about your Regent or the Sombre Wilds in general, you sometimes clammed up, giving vague answers or changing the subject. Lilia often wondered if you'd been told to keep quiet.

"Anyway... Why are you still awake, dear? It is rather late..." Lilia asked, changing the subject for you this time. You lifted your mug to your lips, concealing the lower half of your face from Lilia's scrutiny as you toyed with taking another sip, "I couldn't sleep." You answered simply, letting your eyes wander around the room in an attempt to find something to change the subject to. As a result, you missed the subtle change in Lilia's expression, the way his brow furrowed at your words before it smoothed back into neutrality.

"What a coincidence, I was also having a spot of trouble sleeping." Lilia gave you a small smile as you turned your attention back to him, nodding sympathetically. "Is that why you were being a gamer?" You asked, the sincerity in your tone causing Lilia to snort again. You were just too cute.

"That is exactly why," Lilia agreed, not having the heart to tease you when you acted this adorably, "come, I can show you, if you wish?" Lilia swiveled back towards his screen and began clicking away again, and you took a further step forward. Well, it's not like you had any other plans...

You blinked blearily as you felt a nudge against your arm. It was Sebek, getting your attention as you'd apparently missed Trein announcing the end of class. Slowly, you began to pack away your textbooks, Sebek standing awkwardly beside you, pink dusting his cheeks as he valiantly tried his best not to look at you.

... He'd been acting like that since this morning.

It had been Sebek's booming voice that had shaken you and Lilia from your accidental nap, propped up against each other as you both shared his desk chair. In fact, if it hadn't been for Lilia's swift hands catching hold of you, you'd have toppled right off of the chair in surprise. You don't even remember falling asleep, and the same could be said for Lilia if his surprised expression was any evidence.

... You supposed you couldn't really blame Sebek for his behaviour when he had seen you emerging from Lilia's bedroom, looking fairly disheveled. But the lecture? The lecture was entirely unwarranted! You had to suffer through your rushed breakfast and the entire walk to morning class being grilled about what you were doing in Master Lilia's bedroom at such early hours, before being lectured about proper courtship conventions. Which was ironic, considering the one who had taught him these courtship conventions he spouted was Lilia.

In frustration, you had ended up shouting at him that whatever you and Lilia did in your private time was none of his business, which on reflection just incriminated you further, and left Sebek spluttering with pink cheeks for the rest of the day. It only got worse when Lilia didn't turn up for lunch, you were sure you could see the scandalised cogs in Sebek's brain turning as he wondered what awful things you did to Lilia that made him unable to attend lunch at their usual table. Even Silver picked up on Sebek's uncharacteristic silence, not that he minded.

You yawned as you made your way back to the Hall of Mirrors, glad to have waved goodbye to Sebek as he rushed off faster than you'd ever seen him to his club activities for the rest of the afternoon. You mulled over the events of the night. You had stayed in Lilia's room, eventually sharing his desk chair as he talked you through the game he was currently playing. You didn't really get it, but it was oddly relaxing. So relaxing, in fact, that you must have drifted off... It felt somewhat strange to you, if you were honest. The whole reason you ended up in Lilia's room was because you couldn't sleep, so to fall asleep sitting upright when you were struggling to do that laying in bed was a rather bizarre turn of events. Were you truly that tired that you didn't notice? After all, you hadn't gotten a full night's sleep in quite a while...

You continued to ponder this as you walked through your dorm towards your dorm room, paying no mind to your surroundings. You shook your head with a sigh as you pushed open your bedroom door, perhaps you were indeed just that exhausted. Maybe you should visit the infirmary after class tomorrow, maybe they could offer some help...

You locked your dorm room door behind you after you entered, another yawn slipping from your lips as you turned to go to your bed, planning to at least try to get more sleep. However, a slim object sitting on top of your pillow caught your attention. You approached closer, curiosity piqued as you reached for the object. It was sleek, a subtle green and pink colour scheme being its more noticeable feature. You turned it in your hands, trying to figure out what is was. You even shook it, holding it close to your face to see if anything would happen with it. It was by complete mishap that your finger pushed open the object, and your heart plummeted as you thought you may have broken it, before soaring when you caught a glimpse of what it was.

It looked similar to the computer that Lilia had in his bedroom, but more compact and... Foldable? Suddenly, the green and pink motif that themed the object made sense... Had Lilia put this here? For you? You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought, a warm smile slipping over your lips before you could stop it.

Stroking a thumb affectionately across the keys of this curious new object, you set to work trying to figure out how to make it work, the previous plan to sleep completely forgotten. So distracted in your vigour to learn how to work your new device, you were completely oblivious to the little bat that had taken refuge on the top of your open window frame, fluttering off discreetly into the misty skies...

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x y/n #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x y/n

[alexanderlightweight]

That prompt with the piercings and Alec having passed all his trials and everything that is shadowhunters ranks and culture wow, can I have some more of that? Does it have a name?

here is some more of it! i don't think it had a name tbh and my mind has been kind of exhausted so if it did have a name it's being renamed since i'm writing more lol

trials of body and soul

I hope you enjoy just a soft bit from this universe

<3 lumine

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“Why are some of them studs and some of them loops?” Magnus finds himself asking, fingers trailing through Alexander’s hair and the tips of his fingers catching on and teasing the small pieces of adamas and crystals.

Alexander nudges him, silently asking him for more caresses and Magnus indulges him happily.

“Different trials.” Alexander murmurs, “the more important ones are rings. The harder a trial, the more adamas allowed to create the piercings. They become hoops when the stud design no longer works for the adamas use.”

Magnus hates that piece of information.

Hates how he looks at Alexander’s ears and sees four studs and nine rings — all of them varying in degrees of thickness and intricacy — and hates the fact that it only paves the way for more questions.

Magnus doesn’t know what kind of trials Alexander went through.

But Magnus also knows that he’s not going to like the information he learns, which is why he’s is being careful of what he asks and Alexander never lies, but is careful with his answers in return.

For Magnus’ sake, rather than his own.

“Should I ask?”

Alexander looks at him, eyes deep with emotion and Magnus lets himself bask in the adoration that he knows is just for him.

“No, not just yet.” Alexander admits and he leans forward and presses a kiss to Magnus’ jaw and then another to his cheek. “I’m needed at the Institute tonight and Idris in the morning. You—” And Alexander hesitates but he doesn’t lie. Instead he sighs and shakes his head, “I don’t think you’d let me go to Idris if we discussed it tonight.” The fact that Alexander is admitting that already has fury piping like lava through Magnus.

“I’m not sure I want to let you go now.” Magnus admits, but Alexander already knew that, or he wouldn’t keep Magnus from asking.

“I promise you, no one is a true threat to me in Idris.” Alexander murmur quietly, “maybe politically, but not physically and certainly not emotionally.”

Magnus ponders on that as Alexander kisses his knuckles and his palms and then his lips linger on Magnus’ wrist, caressing his pulse.

“I get you from the moment you’re back and settled?” Magnus asks, knowing better than to demand Alexander’s presence immediately. The Institute will need to be briefed and Alexander reassure them with his presence before he retreats.

Alexander nods — without hesitation — and kisses his pulse again.

“Of course. Do you want me to bring some of the bread you like from Alicante?”

Magnus pauses his thoughts for a moment.

As much as he loathes Alexander spending any unnecessary time in Alicante, he also adores the warm brown and golden loaves that Alexander brings to him.

“Only if you let me portal you from the Institute.” Magnus offers, a compromise that Alexander submits to with a soft smile and nod.

“I’ll message you as soon as I can.”

Alexander promises, his voice as soft and reverent as a covenant and Magnus accepts it with a kiss.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #trials of body and soul #malec #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood

[hell-drabbles]

Minhyeok 3

Summary: You wanted to know more about shibari for a new kinky novelette you're writing and Minhyeok's willing to give his expertise.

(Reader is not being tied up if that's what you're hoping. Minhyeok's tying up a torso sexdoll that the Reader bought.)

"I find beauty in the knots, you know?" Minhyeok smiled as he looped the red rope between the tightened breasts of the doll, "They're so clean and easy to undo too. I just think it looks so nice. There's almost a purity to it, if that makes sense?"

Purity huh? Ah, you're not the kind to linger around on that word. It's too, how should you say this, unattainable? It's in the same realm as the word 'perfect.' It doesn't sit right in your mouth. And you don't like the associations that surround them.

"I can see why you like this so much," you hummed out from your place on Minhyeok's bed, your journal and pen discarded in favor of watching him tie one of your torso sexdolls up.

You had another idea pop up in your head for a novelette to publish and it just wouldn't leave you alone. Usually you're just content with mashing together a bunch of kinks into a barely cohesive story line for the masses to buy and consume, but this time you wanted to go for something simple.

Well, not implying that shibari is a simple kink to indulge in. Simple as in, you're only going to be focusing on just one kink in general. You thought it would be a fun writing exercise, but first you had to learn about the kink.

Sure, sure, you could've gone online again and gather your materials from there, but you know about the various things Minhyeok's into and shibari just so happened to be one of them.

So you asked and Minhyeok was shockingly elated to show this off. You didn't have to wait days for a yes or no answer, he just agreed with a little jump for joy.

Reminded you of a puppy. It was cute.

Minhyeok clapped his hands together and turned the torso doll towards you. "I'm done! Okay, so this is a kind of open diamond box tie, though I had to modify it because it didn't have any arms for me to do diamonds in the back but this is the general look."

And true to the name, there were open diamond being shaped by the rope he tied on. Minhyeok wiggled the doll back and forth, clearly very proud of his work and wanted to show it off to you.

You gave a smile, "That's looks real nice. I like it."

Minhyeok brightened up even further. Then he blinked, twitched in some internal realization, then looked down.

"Hmm?" You tilted your head.

"Do you…" Minhyeok trailed off, cheeks reddening as he looked to the side of you.

"Do I, what?" Go on, you're waiting.

Minhyeok took a deep breath in and sighed out all his nerves. His cheeks were still flushed, but he looked very much excited, "Do you want to tie me up? I think you'll do better with something more hands-on."

Ah, Minhyeok knows you so well. There's only so much you can learn by watching him tie up this armless and legless doll.

"Oh, but we'll start off simple, okay?" Minhyeok corrected.

"Yeah, I know." You're not cocky. You're not going to dive into anything complicated. You don't want to have to cut into the rope. It all looks expensive and you saw the way Minhyeok cradled it when it finally came in the mail.

Well, hopefully Minhyeok doesn't rile himself up too much. He gets too caught up in his own fantasies sometimes.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #drabble #hell-drabbles #hell-drabbles exclusive #minhyeok #writer au #reader insert #other

[fullofgutsndopamine]

i love you, i love you (it’s disgusting)

frat hasan + "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" &

"Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why."

"Say it."

or: no one is asking for hasan fics. in fact, they get the least amount of engagement however i am currently obsessed with him, so i will continue to write my self indulgent fics

angst, idiots in love, over use of the word princess

your hands shook as you tried to pin earrings to your ears.

you try and ignore it.

music thumps downstairs, your roommate and best friend, hasan, was throwing a small get together with some friends from class. Insisted you came until he finally pulled out of you that there was a date for tonight.

you try not to think of how sad his eyes looked, or how he got so quiet, or how he played with the sleeves on his shirt as he spoke, quietly: "a date? they're lucky. I hope they know that."

And at the time, when he says it, you roll your eyes-hasan is your best fucking friend of course he says that, doesn't think he means it, some social obligation to say that.

Time is closing in on you, and you have about five minutes to say goodbye to everyone and get in your car before you'll officially be running late, and you're already so nervous for this date, this guy you met on a dating app, trying to push down all the thoughts you have on all the dateline segments you could be a part of as you walk down the stairs-

"Hey!" He stands up a little straighter when you walk down the stairs, ignoring the low whistling and compliments your friends throw at you, "Not too late. We're playing beer pong and I need my partner! C'mon."

"You'll be fine without me, hasan. I believe in you." You laugh, know the nervous is oozing off of you, you just have to get out of here as soon as possible-

he drags his feet to the kitchen, almost sulking before he speaks again

"Need help?" He calls gently over the island, sets his warm beer on the counter top and drags his feet to you. A tradition, your neck always has the necklace he bought you when you both got accepted to the same college around your neck-but you can never get it clasped by yourself, always need his expert help, his fingers, to gently loop it around your neck-

He spins you around gently, takes the necklace out of your palm and expertly claps it around your neck, lets it hang perfectly on your chest-

your about to turn around, leave, before you talk yourself out of it, when hasan's voice is in your ear:

"You don't have to go."

You flip around, eyes narrowed, and you ignore how he's shrinking, shoulders in on themselves as he plays with his beanie, tucking hair behind his ear-

"Wait a minute-" You're smirking, "Are you jealous?"

He snorts, "Get real. C'mon-"

"No, no." The smile doesn't leave your face, "You're jealous. Say it, hasan."

His face is red and he rolls his eyes, "I am not jealous. I just think Thursday dates are idiotic. And at a bowling alley? Get real. You hate bowling."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were jealous." You tease, a smirk on your lips.

He rolls his eyes again, and there's silence for a beat, not the normal between the two of you, usually never shut up when you're both in each other's presence-

"I have to go, l'm about ten seconds from being late-"

You turn, and his hand is on your shoulder, makes you turn around slowly, and his voice is so low it's hard to hear over the music.

"Don't go on that date."

"Why？

"You know why, princess"" He rolls his eyes.

You bite your lip as you look at him. "Say it. Say it, hasan."

He looks at you, in your eyes, and the idea of losing his best friend terrifies him-the reason he's at this school, why he's gotten this far in life-

"Beause-" He sighs, looks over his shoulder at his group of friends behind him, turns to you again,

"Because I'll lose my beer pong partner tonight?"

It comes out a question, not a statement, and you pray he doesn't see how your shoulders drop, how much that hurt to just be a beer pong partner, not the nights you two spent on projects-in completely different majors but poured over books next to each other, hands lightly touching as you two reach for snacks or pens, or how you can see out of the corner of your eye as he keeps looking up at you as you read, a smile on his face as he looks back down, flips the page.

you shake your head, roll your eyes, "That's not even worth a response, you dick."

And slam the door in his face, having to pull over down the road so you can fix your smeared make up from crying, all these nights when you were too drunk to get to your bed, him equally drunk, offering his bed, doesn't want to overstep boundaries, sleeps on the floor next to his own bed, waking up in the middle of the night with his hand outstretched as if he fell asleep reaching for your hand-how you were so close to saying something this whole time, how excited you were that it seemed like he was finally going to-

you don't see your phone blowing up, him begging you to come home, give him a chance, let him speak, to meet at your shared spot with him-

the date is a no show.

This isn't necessarily unexpected, because he was flaky at best, and creepy at worse, but you're thinking of an elaborate lie to tell your friends, how perfect this date went, as you spent most of your night at an empty ice cream shop down the way, feeling sorry for yourself over a cup of ice cream-

the lights in the house are off, expect the kitchen, and expect it's just because the party moved downstairs and someone forgot to turn the lights off

you kick your shoes off at the door gently, hang the keys up by the door-happy to be home, make a promise to yourself to delete the dating apps and stay single when you get to your room-

you look up and hasan is standing in the doorframe to the kitchen.

You stare at him, not giving him the satisfaction of talking first, and he catches on quickly, speaks first:

"I was a dick." He finally says.

"Yeah," You snort, "You were."

He nods, "Give me another chance. Let me prove-" He shakes his head, licks his lips, "Let me try again."

You sigh, emotionally exhausted from this day, and not really in the mood for this, but he says please again, and he sounds so pathetic you finally nod, let him walk into the room, grab your hand (you ignore the butterflies it gives you) leads you to the couch in the front room, sets you down on the couch, and, still holding your hand, pulls the table closer to the couch, sits on the edge of the table.

"I didn't want you to go on that date," He says gently, in a whisper, "Because I'm an idiot who's in love with their best friend, but too big of an idiot to say anything."

And you knew this. Like, you both did, but hearing the other say it is terrifying-

"Hasan-"

"-And I didn't want you to go on that date," He continues, "Because it hurts to see you go on these dates with these dicks. You deserve better. and I-I'm asking for a chance to show you-"

"hasan-" You try again, but hasan can't shut himself up,

"A-And I love you, and I mean it, and I should ve just tucking said it-"

You lean in, hand on the side of his jaw and pull him closer to you, lips clashing into eachother-

"hasan," You pull away, "Shut the fuck up."

He smirks now, "Didn't think it would take me rambling for you to finally kiss me, princess"

And you roll your eyes, face red, and he says:

"Again." And pulls you in for another kiss.

#caroline writes #hasan #hasan piker #hasan piker ff #hasan piker fic #hasan piker fanfic #hasan piker fanfiction #hasan piker imagine #hasan piker x y/n #hasan piker x you #hasan piker x reader #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi #hasanabi x y/n #hasanabi x you

[randomuser678]

Things I'm obsessd with from Eltingville club:

-Pete is obsessed with chicks covered in blood meanwhile him and his friends are often covered in blood but from actual fights with each other

-Pete is apparently into the old sexy dracula movies and Josh takes note of that

-Bill's nightmare starts as basically a wet dream with sci fi babes (sci fi being Josh's thing) until it devolves into a dream of being drowned by a white liquid that comes out of Josh, pardon my Freudian dream analysis but I think something gay is happening

-Jerry who is the DM for this session has a princess with the same colors as his main ones and his friends remark how pretty she is.

And later Jerry dates a girl who looks really similar to him, and once again the other guys comment how hot she is.

And idk if this is anything but they all call themselves Secretary of their respective interests, which 1-is cute and 2-why not president or whatever? Most ppl see secretaries as a feminine thing, specially misogynist toxic fans from the early 2000s. I really feel like they are exploring things with each other, they roleplay as secretaries and princesses, they rough house a lot, they say they hate each other but always stick together even for their detriment. It feels like they all have underlying feelings for the others and can't express them from under the 10 layers of nerd culture as a way to be at the top of a social hirarchy and need for superiority most of them equate to happiness.

Jerry is the only one that managed to get out of that loop bc he used his interest in the Tragic cards as a healthy tool for him to express something he likes among people who don't feel the need to claw unto eachother to see who knows more trivia or whatver, it's a genuine competitive game he is passionate about instead of a thing he has to know all about to feel superior to other fans. It rly shows a good distinction between healthy engagements with media (playing cards together) and u healthy ones (everything else)

And also I interpret some things as being closeted trans girls, Jerry roleplaying as the princess with his color palette, Pete liking chicks covered in blood when he gets converted in blood a lot, Bill denial on letting any woman on his team and claiming he never cosplayed bc he never flaunted his boobs which just makes it sound like he wants to live those thing, he is shaming others but also repressing himself through all of that.

Also the reason Josh lost the trivia off on the pilot was because he his first thought when asked about whose catchphrase something was his first thought was his friend Jerry. Which is just sweet, he has taken note that he has been doing the catchphrase almost as a vocal stim and now associates the sound with his boy friend.

I genuinely believe deapite everything despite their need to feel superior, their need to indulge on whatever and how horrible they are to each other, they actually care.

I genuinely believe that they love each other, they are just not in good spots to communicate that and use their personas and interests to hide that love and sincerity

Anyways here's Pete defending homoeroticism good for him I guess

#welcome to eltingville #the eltingville club #I NEED TO MEET MORE FAND #eltingville

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

HIHIHIHII U SEEM LIKE SUCH A FUN PERSON BUT ANYWYA COULD I REQUEST SOMETHIGN I am sososoos sorry if I don't make any sense or if I'm disturbing you but-

Could I request a Wally Darling x astronomer!Reader? Or just someone who has a veryveryvery big interest in astronomy? BCUZ I'M OBSESSED WITH ASTRONOMY BUT EHM ANYWAYY I'm talking like this- the reader very often goes outside late at night to stargaze, and observe the stars, and it's like really really therapeutic for them because ofc duhh stars r comforting (for me at least shsh) and they usually bring like- a telescope, and a journal about astronomy while they run off to stargaze in a more secluded place in the neighborhood,, OOH AND IMAGINE WALLY LIEK SEES THEM AT 3 IN THE MORNING LOOKING AT THE NIGHT SKY INTENSELY, AS IF THEY'RE A CHILD WATCHING THEIR FAVORITE SHOW BWHAUHAJAJA 😭😭

CAN BE PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC SINCE I DON'T RLLY MIND ≧﹏≦

I don't even know if an emoji thingy is required if I request as an anon but anogh call me hoshi or 🔭🔮 anon insteaf 😇😇 BYEBYE I HOPE U HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY THANKYO FOR DEALING WITH ME🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ wiat also gn reader pls tinkyu 😇 LABYU POH MWAMWA /PLATONIC

Awh!! You seem like a fun person, too!! I adore how you type HEHE /g !!! :] Very nice to meet you, Hoshi! And all affections returned >:] /p

(Also, no, you are not required to label yourself as an anon! I will.. likely specify that somewhere, now that I’m reminded, haha!! I do think the specific labelling is fun, though! :] )

I will also say, I’m not very knowledgeable in astrology myself— but I’ll certainly try!! Haha!!

Late Night Shenanigans…

Wally x GN!Astrologist!Reader !

Drabble format, relation can be interpreted by reader!

Cracking open the door to their home, nestled comfortably in the lively— though currently sleepy— and comforting neighbourhood, was Y/N. With their telescope looped under their arm, and their trusty astronomer’s journal held loosely in their other hand, they’d carefully use their foot to close their door. In most cases? Locking the door would be best! But in this neighbourhood? It wasn’t much of a concern! And who has time for locks when there are stars about?!!

With a giddy smile, they’d take off towards the surrounding woods of the neighbourhood— an almost nightly routine, at this point, as they beelined for a nearby hill. Why, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if they trampled their own little trail into the colourful grass, by now! They had discovered this hill not too long ago, it quite close to the neighbourhood— but still cut off loosely by the trees and unkept grass. The little spot felt like their own, and the clearing the hill gave from the trees made a delightful little spot to stargaze! It was no wonder why they were drawn to the spot night by night, even if they should be, possibly, sleeping..

Having drifted into their own thoughts as they walked, the bushes would soon give way to shortened, but still flowing grass. The darkened trees overhead would give way to the night sky above, the area ever so slightly dimly illuminated by the large crescent moon above. It almost felt dream-like! Clicking back into reality as the scenery shifted, they’d grin again before marching up the hill— it, thankfully, wasn’t a very steep one! And, with routine-practiced precision, they had their little corner of the world set up in just a few moments. Telescope propped up, astrology book flipped open to whatever page they needed, they’d happily indulge in the speckled sky above. Seeing as the neighbourhood didn’t really have any lights to cause light pollution, the sight of the sky was breathtaking. The sky many had looked up to, for many years! Quite poetic in it of itself, especially with a full scope on just how many stars there were!

Nearby, though, was another neighbour— an intrigued, curious one. Peering through the tree line, having followed the tossed grass, was no other than Wally Darling himself. For quite a few nights now, he had heard.. scuffling outside, which caused some confusion! Not many of the neighbours went out at night, save for maybe Frank hunting after specific nocturnal bugs, or Sally just.. being Sally. So, tonight, he deemed he’d investigate it! Perhaps it was a late night critter? He just had to know! This, however, just led to him following you.. here? What an odd raccoon (/j)…

You, however, were none the wiser to his curious stare, instead staring up at the sky with wide eyes. You look starstruck, quite literally! He watched as you excitedly flickered between peering through your telescope; flicking through the pages of your book as you clumsily held a flashlight in your mouth; and simply staring up at the large sky in all its glory.

With a muted hum to himself, Wally would simply watch for a moment— head still idly tilted to the side. He was contemplating joining you, but— after some thought decided he’d.. truly rather not do that in his night-time robes, haha! But, proposing to join you some other time, maybe with his art supplies in tow to soak in the delightful scene in his own way? Now, that sounded lovely. But, for the time being, he let you have your ‘corner’— soon turning away and beginning to walk back towards Home with a smile. A plotting one, though not devious!.. likely.. (/lhj).

He certainly just had to ask you about it, sometime!

HELLOOO I hope that was enjoyable to read!!

Honestly, with how I ended up setting this up, I might write a part 2 >:] entailing him actually joining the reader, haha!!

Thank you for requesting!! Have a lovely day :]

#reader insert #x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home Wally darling #sighsdeeplyanddreadfully

[baejax-the-great]

[First, I was rereading "Agua Caliente" and I remembered a song that played a lot in my childhood (and I had kind of forgotten) bc the lyrics somehow matched the Patrochilles dynamic in this fic. This is kind of funny bc I would never in my life associate sertanejo (it's a type of country music, I think? Idk I've never heard country, but the aesthetic is kind of similar. Anyway, it's pretty popular here) with shipping an ancient Greek couple in modern AU, but ok. And I went to listen to this song again and now I'm listening to it on a loop, so thanks for that.]

Now the real question! It's perhaps a strange question, but do you plan what you write? Like, before you write, do you have the whole structured idea in mind? I could have sworn it was like that reading the fics, but then some notes on Ao3 and certain things you say on Tumblr started to make me reflect that maybe you don't plan as much as I thought… in that case, how do you manage to connect everything so well without looking like something was left out/without prior planning??? It's magic, technique, luck or actually do you plan?

Sorry if the question is a bit "???" but I'm REALLY thinking about this! I used to write fics years ago and I was in the "won't plan" group and as expected the fics came out obviously unplanned (but that was ok with me bc it was just to pass the time and I didn't expect it to be an engaging story or anything), and here's why this ask exists: it's precisely bc I was in the “won't plan” group that I'm really intrigued by the possibility of you NOT planning bc it just doesn't seem that way reading your fics...

The short answer is that I do plan what I write, but probably not enough.

I rarely start writing a fic with an entire idea. Often it's just a vibe. But I won't start posting a fic until I know exactly what the conflict is and how it will be resolved.

This was easy in ATG, for example, because I'd already written the resolution before I even decided to write the fic. Structuring it by Patroclus's age also helped, because I could make an outline with the stuff that needed to happen and then jam stuff I wanted to happen around it. That "Stuff" could be really specific--obviously Pat had to graduate school and Achilles had to go to the Olympics on specific years, and it was also like, this section should have them fighting. This section should have them getting along, but Achilles is hiding this big lie so there should be a weird tension.

In Sunset, it took me longer to figure out the conflict/resolution. Sure, I knew that Achilles was going to cry on a Chicago street corner and get naked in Pat's kitchen, but why was he there? How did he get there? I had already written Achilles settling in to Pat's place and the scene where he gets into the lake before I decided on Aphrodite being the key to explain this whole thing. Then I knew Pat had to die. But a lot of the stuff that happened in the middle was sort of on a whim (particularly Achilles getting on the wrong L train-that was definitely just an impulse I had while finishing that chapter). Tecmessa's chapter was also a later addition, and a deeply self-indulgent one, hah.

Agua was the least planned of these three, and in some ways it was because the idea was a lot simpler. After three years, Achilles runs into Patroclus again and they reconcile in some way. I knew exactly how Patroclus would feel about the whole thing (relieved, guilty, upset, wounded, hopeful, upset about feeling hopeful). My original plan was just to set up Achilles in his shop and his new life doing his best and have him run into Patroclus at the beach, and eventually they'd go to the desert. I wrote parts of their meeting first, and then I started writing the beginning and ended up scrapping most of that. I realized I was going to have to do a lot more writing for poor Achilles. My lack of planning here did cause some difficulties--I had like three versions of that date he went on with Pat with different endings. One involved Pat in the hospital, lmao. Zag and Meg coming to stay with Achilles were kind of whims, and I had meant to have Hypnos show up for "his turn" and have Achilles send him home because no, these were not team-building exercises, but then I forgot 😩.

The reason that I need to know the conflict/resolution at the start is because I do think all the scenes in a fic should relate to it in some way, either by building up the conflict or setting the groundwork for a resolution. Even for the impulsive scenes I add just for fun, I think about how they can do this. For example, Achilles getting lost on the L allowed me to build up Pat's unreasonable anxiety, show that Ajax was also feeling it to some extent, and end in Pat saying "fuck it" and just giving in to making out with his hot, ancient boyfriend. It was also something that happened to a friend who was visiting me from out of the country and didn't have a working cell phone. That moment of watching him through the window of the L as it slowly pulled away is just etched in my memory.

In Agua Caliente, almost anything could relate to the resolution, because the resolution was "Achilles having a life," thus it didn't require as much planning. Zagreus's apartment getting flooded (something that happened to me in grad school) showed Achilles attempting to be flexible with some success while allowing himself to become closer to Zagreus, which led to a point of connection with his kids. It also made it easier to explain why Achilles was doing Zag's delivery that day when he ran into Pat. There were only a couple things that truly needed to happen in AC for the fic to make sense, and that was a resolution with Achilles' kids and then with Patroclus, of course.

I do get loose threads sometimes, side conflicts or things that didn't end up going anywhere, and those things tend to annoy me until I figure out a way to resolve them or make them otherwise relevant. Or I don't. Or sometimes I realize I need to add something/someone into the fic, and it would have been smoother if I'd added it in an earlier chapter so it didn't seem like a convenient thing I'd just thought of to solve a problem. That's always annoying to me. But whatever. It's fanfic. That's the risk of posting while you write.

#actually now that I'm thinking about the L thing #did Julia suggest it? #I think I talked to her a lot about this part of the fic #either way it was a late addition #also looked up sertanejo music and reddit recommended the song o soberano #I speak zero portuguese beyond obrigado #but it had 'sober' in the title which felt fitting #I also broke my own rule with WitD #I don't actually know exactly how I'll resolve this atm #though I woke up with some ideas #anyway this is rambly #I once drew a truly shitty diagram of my process #if you have more specific questions I can try to answer #def should have had coffee before writing this

[cravingsfromatwistedone]

[ WORK AND LIFE UPDATE ] HELLO DARLINGS! I KNOW IT'S BEEN A LONG, LONG TIME SINCE I'VE LAST POSTED. IN THIS POST, I'LL BE TALKING THROUGH EVERYTHING THAT HAD HAPPENED DURING MY ABSENCE, INCLUDING SOME THINGS THAT HAVE BEEN LINGERING ON MY MIND IN THIS POST, I'LL BE TALKING ABOUT:

CURRENT STATUS OF AUTHOR AND WORKS

WHAT I'LL BE DOING WITH THE BLOG

REMOVAL/WITHDRAWAL OF CERTAIN FANDOMS

CONCERNS FOR REQUESTS

POSTING SCHEDULE FOR POST

CURRENT STATUS OF AUTHOR AND WORKS

THE REASON I'VE BEEN SO RADIO SILENT IS MAINLY SCHOOL AND FAMILY STUFF. TWO YEARS AGO, I WAS BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY SISTER'S KIDS (FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR SO TO SAY) AND JUST LAST YEAR, I ENROLLED FOR FOUNDATION (AND I'M NEARLY DONE WITH MY SECOND SEMESTER, YAHOO!!) I COULDN'T REALLY INDULGE MYSELF IN WRITING (OR DRAWING) ANYTHING BECAUSE I WAS HAVING MASSIVE WRITING BURNOUT FROM HAVING TO CHURN OUT SO MANY WORKS IN THAT YEAR (THE YEAR OF 2022 WAS A WILD ONE, NO JOKE-) THAT WASN'T THE ONLY THING THOUGH, THE FALL OUT I HAD WITH TWISTED WONDERLAND WAS ALSO THE MAIN CAUSE FOR MY DISAPPEARANCE. FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS AND HALF, I WAS INACTIVE IN THE FANDOM, THE GAME AND EVERYTHING IN GENERAL. TWISTED WONDERLAND WAS THE MAIN REASON I STARTED UP THIS BLOG AND I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE GRATEFUL TO MEET AND GET TO KNOW SO MANY WONDERFUL PEOPLE, WRITERS, ARTISTS DURING MY STAY. SO TO SEE THAT I WAS SLOWLY LOSING PASSION TO WRITE FOR TWISTED WONDERLAND WAS VERY DISHEARTENING, BECAUSE ALL OF YOU DARLINGS WHO LOVED MY TWST WORKS MADE THIS BLOG AS IT IS NOW. I DID TRY TO FIX THIS BY MAKING MY TWST BLOG INTO A MULTI-FANDOM BLOG, ADD MORE FANDOMS FOR PEOPLE TO REQUEST IN AN EFFORT KEEP THE BLOG ALIVE BUT AS YOU CAN SEE, I FAILED TERRIBLY. SOMEWHAT (GENSHIN, ARKNIGHTS, ALCHEMY STARS, ETC) I FELT MISERABLE, BECAUSE I WAS MAINTAINING A GOOD STREAK OF POSTING MY WORKS BUT THEN I SEEM TO JUST…RELAPSE INTO ANOTHER DISAPPEARING ACT. I WOULDN'T SAY THAT IT WAS A BURNOUT FROM WRITING BUT MORE LIKE I DIDN'T RESONATE ENOUGH WITH THE FANDOM ITSELF. MY GUILT ATE ME UP FROM THE INSIDE BECAUSE I COULDN'T DELIVERY ON WITH MY PROMISE, REQUESTS PILING UP IN MY INBOX AS IF REMINDING OF ME INCONSISTENCIES SO I STAYED INACTIVE. AGAIN. THERE WERE EVEN TIMES THAT I EVEN CONTEMPLATED OF DELETING THE ENTIRE BLOG ITSELF OUT OF MY OWN SELFISHNESS BECAUSE THE BLOG WAS GRADUALLY TURNING INTO A CHAIN, SOMETHING THAT WAS DRAGGING ME DOWN. ONCE AWHILE, I WOULD HAVE THOUGHTS LIKE 'YOU HAVE PEOPLE WAITING ON YOU TO DO THEIR REQUESTS, WHY AREN'T YOU DOING IT?' 'YOU SHOULD DELETE THE BLOG, YOU KEEP DISAPPEARING SO WHY SHOULD YOU KEEP IT?' I COUNTER THESE THOUGHTS BY REASSURING MYSELF THAT I'M 'BUSY' WITH SCHOOL, THAT I'M HAVING A 'BURNOUT' AND THAT IT'S ALRIGHT TO KEEP THE BLOG AS IT IS. I DON'T FEEL BETTER REGARDLESS BUT IT HELPS FROM KEEPING ME DOING STUPID LIKE NUKING THE ENTIRE BLOG AND REGRETTING IT AFTER IT'S ONLY REALIZE HOW MUCH PEOPLE LOVED MY WORKS BECAUSE AN IRL MUTUAL OF MINE TOLD ME THAT SHE GAVE A LINK OF A WORK I DID TO A FRIEND, THAT SAID FRIEND LOVED THAT WORK TO BITS AND I QUOTE "THIS WRITER IS SO GOOD! I WISH THAT THEY WOULD CONTINUE ON WITH THIS PIECE!". THAT ALONE, STOPPED MY IMPULSIVE THOUGHTS OF DELETING THE BLOG. IT MADE ME REALIZE THAT SHE, LIKE MANY OTHERS, THOROUGHLY ENJOY READING MY WORKS. IT FILLS ME UP WITH JOY, GIDDINESS EVEN THAT PEOPLE GET HAPPY OVER MY WORKS. I FEEL LIKE THAT CONTRIBUTES TO THE MANY DISAPPEARING ACTS I'VE DONE, IT'S BECAUSE I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOU, MY DARLINGS, TO BE UNSATISFIED WITH WHAT I'M WRITING. IT'S A TERRIBLE LOOP I CONFESS, I PLACE AN UNREACHABLE GOAL ON MYSELF AND IF I DON'T ACHIEVE IT, I GET SO UPSET WITH MYSELF THAT I JUST RESORT INTO ANOTHER 'DISAPPEARING ACT' IT'S SAFE TO SAY THAT I CONCOCTED UP A SOLUTION FOR THAT….I THINK?

WHAT I'LL BE DOING WITH BLOG

I WON'T BE DELETING THE BLOG! THAT, I ASSURE YOU IS A PERMANENT DECISION I'VE PLACED ON MYSELF. I KNOW THE FEELING OF DISTRESS WHEN A FAVOURITE WORK OF YOURS GETS DELETED OR THE AUTHOR JUST WENT UP AND DEACTIVATE THEIR BLOG THUS LOSING ACCESS TO THEIR WORK AND I DON'T WANT MY DARLINGS TO GET THAT FEELING! EVER! THE BLOG WILL GET OCCASSIONAL THEME CHANGES BASED ON MY MOODS OR TASTE SO THERE'S THAT!

REMOVAL/WITHDRAWAL OF CERTAIN FANDOMS

I WILL PERMANENTLY STOP WRITING FOR SOME FANDOMS SINCE I FELT LIKE I'M DOING THE FANDOMS UNJUST BECAUSE I'M NOT MAKING ANY WORKS FOR IT. ON ANOTHER NOTE, POSTED WORKS FROM LISTED FANDOMS (THAT WILL BE STOPPED/SEMI-ONGOING) WILL NOT BE DELETED! THEY WILL CONTINUE TO STAY UP BUT THEY WON'T BE UP FOR REQUEST ANYMORE. THIS ALSO INCLUDES MASTERLISTS FOR THE LISTED FANDOMS. BE SURE TO READ MY PINNED POST FOR ANY REQUESTING DETAILS!

PERMANENTLY STOPPED

ARKNIGHTS

ONGOING (UNLIKELY UPDATES)

TWISTED WONDERLAND, GENSHIN IMPACT, ALCHEMY STARS

AT THE END OF A RAINSTORM, THERE'S BOUND TO BE A RAINBOW! SO CONSIDERING THAT I'VE STOPPED WRITING FOR SOME FANDOMS, I'LL BE ADDING NEW FANDOMS AS WELL! TAKE NOTE THAT MY CURRENT FIXATION IS SPREAD OUT MESSILY SO THERE'S A CHANCE THAT THESE FANDOMS MIGHT NOT BE OPEN FOR REQUESTS. I WILL EXPLAIN MORE IN THE NEXT POINT BUT FOR NOW, I'LL RELEASE THE (POSSIBLE) FANDOMS I'LL BE WRITING FOR

(POSSIBLE) FANDOMS I'LL BE WRITING:

JOJO'S BIZZARE ADVENTURE ( PART 1, 2, 3, 4 )

FIRE EMBLEM THREE HOUSES

FINAL FANTASY 15/XV

POKEMON SWSH

CONCERNS FOR REQUESTS

I WILL BE REDUCING THE AMOUNT OF REQUESTS AND NOT OPEN THEM AS REGULARLY AS BEFORE. IN ADDITION OF REDUCED REQUESTS, I WILL NOT BE ACCEPTING REQUESTS FOR CERTAIN FANDOMS BUT STILL PRODUCE WORKS ON IT. THIS IS BECAUSE I WANT TO AVOID HAVING TO FEEL THAT WRITING A PIECE OF WORK IS A CHORE. I WANT TO MAKE WRITING SOMETHING THAT I CAN LET MY CREATIVE JUICES FLOW AND NOT SOMETHING THAT IS RESTRICTED AND OBLIGATORY TO DO EVERY DAY. THE CURRENT REQUESTS IN MY INBOX WILL BE WIPED COMPLETELY. FOR REQUESTS THAT HAVE MADE IT INTO DRAFTS, THEY WILL POSTED SOON! I JUST NEED TO TIDY UP SOME PARTS BEFORE THEY'RE READY FOR PUBLIC VIEW

POSTING SCHEDULE FOR POSTS

I'M GOING TO SAY THIS OFF THE BAT THAT THERE'S GOING TO BE NO SCHEDULE. I'LL BE POSTING MY WORKS WHEN I'M AVAILABLE OR WHEN I'M FEELING LIKE IT. I WON'T PROMISE THAT THERE'S GOING TO BE ANOTHER GOOD STREAK OF DAILY POSTING OR WEEKLY POSTING BECAUSE HOW FICKLE MY LIFE IS BUT I'LL TRY TO MY BEST TO POST AT LEAST SOMETHING ONCE IN A BLUE MOON, TO LET ALL OF MY DARLINGS KNOW THAT I'M STILL KICKING

I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU. TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART. FOR STAYING WITH ME FOR SO LONG AND SUPPORT ME DESPITE OF MY MISTAKES. FOR READING THIS POST UNTIL THE VERY END. I JUST HOPE THAT I'LL BE MORE KINDER TO MYSELF AND THAT I'LL BE ABLE TO BRING JOY TO YOUR LIVES ONCE MORE, EVEN IF JUST A LITTLE BIT

#twisted talks from hana #important

[lokisprettygirl]

Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 28 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 29

Summary : Loki reveals some truth about his disturbing past on Asgard.

Warning : mentions of cheating. It's an Au btw keep that in mind.

You slept in that freezer that night, holding him close to you. When you woke up you realized that it was Sunday and you would be able to enjoy the whole day with him. Just the two of you, Cat was still at Phil's so you decided to pick her up in the evening.

When he opened his eyes, he rubbed it with the back of his hand, he always did that and you found it really adorable. He looked at your disheveled state and it made him blush. He really ripped the dress he got for you, but then he didn't feel too upset about it. He'd buy you everything you'd ever need.

"Cold? Want me to warm you little kitten?" He whispered softly as he snuggled you into him, your heart soared at the gentleness, you have never been treated with such care.

"Mmm yes please, you know it's Sunday today?" He lifted his head up to look at you and smiled. The day just got more blessed for him.

"A whole day with my darling girl? That makes me happy sweetheart" you giggled and after cuddling for a few minutes, he picked you up so you could both get showered.

"We have ruined that freezer, I don't think that can be returned ever again" he chuckled as you said that. You didn't want to cook so you ordered a pizza. That wasn't the healthiest idea but it was Sunday and you just wanted to indulge a little.

You both were on the couch, you had your head down on his lap, the greatest hits album by Queen was playing on the cassette player. He was caressing your scalp with his fingers and your fingers played with the marks on his chest, he purred every time you touched a sensitive spot, sometimes you did miss the time you had spent with him in the beginning of your relationship. He didn't speak but somehow that never made you feel as if something was missing.

You noticed that he was lost in his thoughts so you sat up, looped your arm around his neck, and placed your head down on his shoulder

"What's bothering you bluey?" You mumbled softly while your fingers played with the marks and veins of his forearms.

"How do you know? I did not say anything" he smiled and that made you smile too.

"You don't have to say it, you never had to speak to me for me to hear you, remember?" His eyes teared up as he heard that.

"Mmhmm I am just.. thinking about Stark" you looked at him as you sensed the worry and fear in his voice.

"About him hurting me?" He looked down, pulled you on his lap and pressed his head down on your chest

"That yes, I don't want anyone to take you away from me again, what if I am not there darling? What if I fail to protect you?" his voice was so small, so meak in your ears so you grabbed the back of his neck and made him look at you

"You can never fail, never. I just don't understand people like Stark, why can't they just leave you alone?" you kissed his forehead and he wrapped his arms around your waist

"They want me because I'm different, they detest me but at the same time they know what I am capable of, they know that I'm useful, usable, humans want to own everything beneficial to them" you nodded as he said that. His words bothered you alot you because you didn't want him to lose his faith in mankind after what has happened. Sure there were bad horrible people like Stark and Rogers, but there were also people like Phil, Bruce and Natasha.

"Was it like this on Asgard too? Or different. Do you have more people like you there?" He shook his head then he chuckled.

"Asgard? No there aren't more like me on Asgard, they are on a different realm though" you looked at him perplexed.

"Different realm? Which one?"

"Jotunheim" you hummed as he said that.

"So you are from jotunheim?" You got really confused because he told you that he was from Asgard. He never mentioned Jotunheim before. Sometimes it was really hard for you to believe that you were actually having such a conversation with a man that was blue and could do magic. If you had to explain all of this to someone you didn't think you'd be able to.

"I am ..it's complicated darling" he mumbled and you could see that he was trying to avoid the subject. He didn't really like talking about his home and his past.

"You can share whenever you are ready, okay?" He nodded as you said that. He really wanted to tell you everything, but he didn't know how. He lived a certain life for thousand years and then it was all taken away from him, though he was raised hiding behind the shadow of Thor, he knew there was one person that loved him entirely. His mother. All of it was lies though, nobody loved him. Not even Frigga. He was just a pawn, just a child that nobody wanted or cared for.

You hugged him tightly and when you heard the knock on the door you got up from his lap. Pizza with the tea that he made was delicious. He kept thinking about his past, he had tried to forget everything, tried to move on from the betrayal, lies and all the pain that came with it but it always was there in the back of his mind. You never forget the incidents that changes the course of your life.

While you were making lunch, he held you from behind and kept you close, you were the only thing keeping him calm after everything that has happened in past few months. He changed his form so he was able to tolerate the heat much better.

You made him taste the sauce you were making for the pasta and he moaned in response, that was enough.

"You ripped the dress I wanted to keep it" you giggled and he smiled.

"I shall get you another my kitten"

The pet name always made you flush. Ever since yesterday he was only thinking of your safety, he cannot let anyone harm you again. If he have to follow you to work and back then he will do it without a qualm. After lunch you laid down on the bed with him. You wanted to know about his past but you didn't want to force him, you wanted him to open up on his time and all of a sudden he started to speak.

"I had a father and a mother, King of Asgard, the all father, the god Odin was my father. Frigga the goddess of love, Queen of Asgard was my mother" the way he used the past tense in his sentences didn't give you a good feeling about this. You still had a hard time believing that these people actually existed somewhere.

"Thor, the god of thunder, first born of Odin, his heir for the throne was my brother"

"Thor exists?" You looked at him wide eyed and he nodded.

"I, Loki, the god of mischief and chaos, used to be the youngest prince of Asgard" and all of a sudden it all made sense. The way he talked and carried himself with so much grace was proof of his royal upbringing.

"What happened to you bluey? you can talk to me, you know that right?" He nodded and his grip on your waist got tighter.

"I was always raised with a belief that I was born to be a King and so was Thor but ever since I remember, Thor was the son my father wanted. He didn't care about me as much as he cared about Thor, I wasn't strong or muscular enough according to asgardian standards. It's a place full of men who are always ready for a brawl and would lead the war for the smallest disagreements" you caressed his cheeks and hummed in response, you were trying to process everything.

"The natives of Jotunheim, the frost giants were our scorned enemies, we both were raised to believe that frost giants were monsters, out to harm us and all the realms and it was upto us to keep them from destroying all the realms. I was raised to hate them, my own kind, I wasn't a full asgardian you see" your eyes flickered with anger as you heard him. Did they not tell him that he was adopted? Why would they allow him to hate his own kind.

"What do you mean Blu?" You asked him softly and his eyes teared up but he continued.

"When I turned a thousand year old, I got extremely sick. Hot weather always bothered me, but never like that, it never hurt me so drastically. I didn't know what was happening. I was lost, confused, I wasn't getting any better. I was also very–umm concupiscent" you scrunched your brows as he said that.

"What does that mean?" You perched yourself on your elbows while the fingers of your other hand caressed his cheek

"Very lustful, sexually stimulated all the time" your mouth opened in a meak oh as you realised what he meant

"I had this overwhelming urge to mate with someone, that has never happened to me, not even when I was adulting so i fornicated with half of Asgard, I'm not proud of it but I was trying to cure myself, the matter was too embarrassing to bring up to a healer but nothing worked. I would feel a temporary relief but it didn't go away, I was still ill, so I approached my mother and asked her if Thor went through the same thing on his thousandth birthday, the look on her face gave it away, that's when I knew that something wasn't right with me"

His eyes teared up more and the tears fell so you wiped them away quickly.

"I was in heat because I was half a frost giant, that's what giants go through when they turn a millenium"

"Half a frost giant?" You asked him confused as it didn't make any sense to you.

"I was born out of a love affair between my mother Frigga and the king of Jotunheim, laufey. Not the Odinson, I was laufeyson, I always was, they all knew, Odin knew, that's why he never cared of me"

Your eyes widened as you heard that. And for a moment you wished that it was the end of the revelation but the whole truth was even uglier.

What they did to him after that was something you wouldn't even wish on your worst enemy. They had him for a millenium and they threw him out as soon as he became a minor inconvenience.

He was just a pawn for them, birthed and raised for a purpose.

A purpose that he swore to never fulfill.

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Sending from my main cuz tumblr is being rude about me sideblog still but THOUGHTSSSS

Thinking of how Macau was going with Vegas to the temple and how he was most likely just being a supportive sibling indulging his brother in his new interest. Even if he suspected the interest was only part of a scheme, although he couldn't tell exactly what the scheme was. Maybe he planned to sleep through the sermon anyway. Or maybe he thought he'd be making merits with Vegas so at least the two of them had each other in the next life when they were finally outside of the mafia bullshit. Did it matter to him? How aware was he of Vegas' interest in Pete beforehand? Did they talk about the moment from episode 6 after Vegas finished teasing Pete with the condom - did they have a naughty chuckle over it or did Macau pretend to laugh while he noticed more going on than his brother realized? Was his interruption of Pete's spying something Vegas urged him to do or did he decide to push both of them into a room together and watch what happened? If he planned on being the one to originally make merits did he mind giving that spot over to Pete? Did he still think Vegas had a real plan after that? Macau is so interesting because he is presented as chill except when he has to be involved with the family business, but even then we see him so little. I wanna get in this kid's brain!

MADDI MADS MAD MADDI!!!!!!!!!!

This is what I ADORE about Macau okay, he and Vegas spend so much time just hanging out? Like we know Macau comes to the family meetings, but apart from that he doesn't seem to be involved in the family business. He just likes chilling with his big brother, from the convo in episode 6 we hear the tail end of he's either getting a bit of business gossip or Vegas is just saying some bullshit because he knows they're being tailed and Macau is nodding along for the banter.

Vegas and Macau's relationship is so wonderful, because clearly Vegas will sometimes ask Macau to do pretty innocuous things (like apologise to Porsche) and Macau just goes ahead and does it, because he loves his big brother and even if he has no idea what he's up to he enjoys causing a little bit of chaos in a low-stakes, teenager kind of way (almost certainly as opposed to the things Vegas was having to do at his age, that he's now actively shielding him from BUT is also keeping him close and in the loop enough that he doesn't feel excluded and lashes out because of it. Vegas is managing to keep Macau at just the right distance so that he isn't in (too much) danger from either others, their father, or himself. It means they're obviously close but at the same time Macau isn't someone Vegas can really confide in. Because he's trying to save Macau from turning out the same way he did.)

So Vegas says he wants to start going to the temple and Macau says, hey sure why not, this is either a new interest (he already has enough religious iconography up after all, might as well put his money where his mouth is), or like you say he assumes it's part of a scheme but either way he gets to be involved in Vegas's life, so what can it hurt?

I think Macau doesn't really give a shit about the sermon, and probably knows Vegas doesn't either. They both give off the vibe that they're there for Mischief purposes, although I would ABSOLUTELY love to see a version of that scene where they go to the temple aiming to cause chaos and actually end up taking the merit making seriously because what you said about them wanting to meet each other in the next life again made me tear up :( (you can't just 'in our next life let's be brothers again' me like that). I don't think there's any resentment over Pete getting that instead, because going to the temple with Vegas was about spending time with his brother more than anything else, and getting an insight into his life. And however much of that scene Macau saw (can we assume from the epilogue that Macau has a habit of faking being asleep in order to eavesdrop?) it sure DID give him an insight into his brother's life!

okay lets go chronologically because you made me realise that Macau was close enough by in episode 6 to see Vegas do his whole "SORRY I LEFT MY HUGE CONDOMS FOR MY MASSIVE SCHLONG IN YOUR BAG OF PRODUCT PLACEMENT BREAD, WANT TO FUCK ME ABOUT IT?" (god i love this show) schtick which is simply the cringiest thing ever. And he also would have been there when Vegas BOUGHT that stuff and you can bet he was such a little shit about it. Vegas is trying to be all scary and sexy but five minutes earlier he was trying to keep a straight face while paying the cashier because Macau was absolutely HOWLING with laughter behind him. Sir, the cringefail of it all.

But oh I love the idea of Vegas walking away from the car with a stupid smirk on his face and Macau noticing and asking "are you smiling?" as a tease, and Vegas immediately wiping the smile off his face and telling him to shut up.

Because THEN at the temple, Macau sees that SAME bodyguard again! Isn't that fun?

And his beloved bastard big bro asks him to help get Pete into the sermon with them ("Oh, so his name is Pete?" "What are you mumbling about?" "Nothing, nothing.") Macau... isn't stupid. He knows his brother, he knows he's volatile and violent and broken, and he knows damn well that there's nothing he can really do about that. So when Vegas asks him for his help? He's never going to refuse him. More likely that he jumps at the chance and it doesn't matter at all to him what Vegas's intentions are, as long as he can help his older brother in any small way, any way at all, how he knows Vegas quietly helps him all the time. He will take that opportunity.

Doesn't mean he won't tease the hell out of him for it at the same time though. Because- I think we overlook the fact that as soon as Pete leaves to pour away the water Vegas has to shake Macau awake, hurriedly scribble a homoerotic post-it note, and then run away from the temple, teen brother in tow. Because Pete didn't take THAT long having his little horny existential crisis. Bitch would have had to powerwalk at least to be totally out of sight by the time he got back. The image of Macau tapping his foot, reading the note over Vegas's shoulder and "Are you leaving the bodyguard a love note?" "It's not a- it's a threat." "Right, right. And you feeling him up, was that a threat too?"

Basically, baby boy would be hype as hell to 1- be involved in his Vegas's life in any fashion; 2- actually get to help Vegas in his schemes; and 3- be a total little shit about Vegas's flirting/intimidation combo techniques, because it's honestly hysterical imagining the aftermath of these scenes when Macau is just... also there. Shit eating grin on his face, and Vegas the big bad mafia heir has to endure being teased by a teenager all the way back to the minor family house.

#answer #fiddlepickdouglas #I COULD HAVE TURNED THIS INTO ACTUAL META BUT <3 #I JUST THINK THEY'RE NEAT! #and if macau DID notice vegas noticing pete then what would his reaction be to seeing pete in the hospital post ep 14 huh #THIS ONE IS A TRUE RAMBLE THANKS FOR ASKING #<33333 #kp orig #vegaspete #vegaspetemacau #I SIMPLY LOVE MACAU'S BENIGN LITTLE SHIT ENERGY #AND HOW ALL THREE OF THEM ARE GOING TO GEL AS A FAMILY POST-FINALE

[cshfvck]

this is such a weird request omggg but can you do one where Isaac is like trying to ask the listener about their past but in like subtle ways and then the listener catches on and they like argue about it? AHH IDK I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE INTERESTING

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 - 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐳𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐕𝐀)

c/w: mentions and implied assault, abuse, slight gore, mentions of vomit, self harm references, fighting, no comfort

a/n: anon!!!!! Thank you so much for the idea and request, this was so fun to write and so heart wrenching ugh. When you ask for angst, you get angst xx

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You want to be loved so badly. It's disgusting. It's fearful. It's agonizing. It's the unholyness of your entire existence. You don't need it to feel real, you don't need love to make you whole. It's just the thought of why can't you get to indulge in humanism. You feel so backed off from everyone.

Almost like there's a wall between you and every single person you have ever met. You watch from the broken, discarded window as your peers fall in and out of love. And yet you never were one to like staying inside. But you want to stay inside so badly now. You clung onto loveless, hopeless, misshapen, relationship of the past and the trauma choking you.

You used your entire "teenagehood" to avoid this drifting feeling. The feeling of being so pathetically alone and even the found feeling of being loved is almost like a divine comedy that loops itself to the point it's hysterical. It's like they deserve it and you don't. That's so pathetically visible to you.

For they play outside, the sun kissing soft skin, pavements scrape gentle knees, while you stay inside a broken house, clinging onto the houses shattered window, skin breaks on your palms. Blood drips. Velvet. Just like their lips. You did this as if it would escape you from the pain of independence.

Yet here you were, making dinner for you and Isaac. You'd zoned out with the knife in your graspxface blank as you stared down at the onion you were cutting. It's sting reminded you of them, every bit of them that traumatized you, the stinging of- you can't be thinking of them. You're doing it again.

Shaking your head, you try and shake away the memories of the past, hands shaking violently as you kept cutting through onion. The silver of the blade glimed in the kitchen light, oh how many times the silver had dug into your skin.

It carved its way into you, marking you as it's own. Silver doesn't care and doesn't know it's purpose without being used, just like you. The kitchen was empty apart from the sound of the radio playing quietly, the lyrics echoed in your mind as you stared down at the knife.

The blade comforted you at the worst of times, digging deeply within your flesh and cutting out the remains of the sin burried deep within you that you could redeem yourself for, having to get on your knees for forgiveness

"Be good and beg"

So you begged for forgiveness. The blade was sinful, yet heavenly the guilty aftermath yet relieving feeling of the cool metal on your skin made you yearn for it again and again, an addict as one may say.

The knife was held tightly within your grip but that's when you felt it, two hands on your waist and a kiss on your neck. You'd completely forgotten you were even cooking. Isaac looked at you with a worried expression and knew this was to do with you past.

He knew you never talked about it. He wasn't surprised. His hands gently massaged the skin of your abdomen and smiled as he kissed your neck, rocking you side to side gently into rhythm to the music.

"What you cooking love..? Need me to cut anything?"

He was testing the waters today, he wanted to hint at small things and see if you'd open up. He highly doubted anything would happen bad and that you'd close down the situation, but oh.. Oh how he didn't know what was to come.

You'd already had a shit day, bad clients, bad weather, not having the right ingredients, flash backs. The fucking flashbacks. You looked at him and shook your head but he urged you to sit down while he finished the cooking his face soft but written in worry.

...

The smell of food filled the room you must've fallen asleep. You rubbed your eyes and saw a plate of food being placed in front of you while Isaac sat down besides you.

He wasn't dumb.

Isaac noticed you getting worse recently and wasn't going to leave it alone. He slowly watched as you ate and then began to eat himself, noticing how you play with your food.

"You've not been hungry recently have you? Is it the nightmares again?"

Testing the waters, he watched your expression. It didn't change in the way he had wanted, your eyes flashed with anger yet you stayed silent, slowly eating a little more. He needed you to talk and couldn't help if you didn't.

"Babe- please this isn't good for either of us.. Talk to me love, tell me wants going on. Is it your past? You need to tell me.."

He huffed out in frustration you'd both had a bad day at work and your expression soured even more. You shook your head and shoves the food away, getting up and rummaging through the cabinets as you grabbed yourself an alcoholic drink, downing it.

The familiar burning of the drink felt good. It was t supposed to but it did. Isaac was getting tired and stood up taking the alcohol away from you as he spoke again, sounding worried

"You cant keep drinking it away, talk to me."

You snapped and downed the rest of the bottle and slammed it back down on the counter. Your hands were shaking and you felt sick.

"Why don't you just stop fucking asking? I try and ask you anything about your past and you won't answer, so why can't you respect mine?! "

You snarled as he looked down at you. His soft look had changed and turned into his usual stern one. He didn't care for your feelings right now and simply wanted an answer, you were both tipsy and tired, it wasn't a good combination.

"You know what, fucking out! I'm sick of your attitude! Lock yourself in the bedroom or something like you were trained to do, I don't want to see you until that mouth of yours is trained!"

Snarling again, he grabbed your collar and slammed you against the fridge things audibly rattling inside as you started to yell back, hands hitting him and telling him to get off you.

Things were getting pretty heated. Small parts of your past had been revealed while arguing, you called Isaac out for being so moody after work and asked if all you were was a doll for him to use.

Neither of you were blind. You'd been abused in your past, probably worse. Isaac tried desperately to calm down but your words made him snap and he slapped you, calling you pathetic.

A stinging pain filled your cheek, a slick wetness forming slowly on it as you stared at him. His face was full of horror and be loved forward, hands shaking. He felt sick knowing he had just hit you. Hit you like you had been before.

That's all you are good for after all, being hit around and hurt. Drink, smoke, sleep. It's a vicious cycle. The abused becomes the abuser.

You would follow Isaac like a lost puppy, clinging to him and whining whenever he left you. Now you were biting the hand that fed you, slowly turning into the feral mutt you were before.

"Love- love come here I'm sorry-"

Sorry. It was an easy word to say. It was just a word. It meant nothing to anyone anymore. He looked at you as you backed away and shook your head.

You truly are pathetic

'Start a new life and move on'

Only to be beat again by the man you thought you could trust.

You deserved it.

It's funny isn't it?

Oh

Oh.

It isn't.

This is how the world works. Greed takes over and gluttony sets in, lust blinds and people get hurt. People get beat, just as you were.

But you deserve it.

More than anyone.

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a/n: .. I love writing angst

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Family affair

Note: Ari and Ransom are twins in this

Summary: Harlan's money ruled the world of your husband and in-laws. When Harlan cuts his family off the rift between siblings grows larger and you are somehow caught in the middle

Warning: 18+ Only, Dark themes, pregnant dubious consent, domestic violence, kissing

Dark Ari x Reader, eventual dark Ransom x Reader

Chapter 2

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Sleep escaped you. The bump in your stomach seemed to be more in the mood for soccer than rest.

You swore that this pregnancy would be the last. The whole experience was draining and without your husband lonesome.

He had missed every mile stone. From the moment you found out to the first sonogram.

The sound of your phone perked you up a bit, until Linda's name printed on the screen.

"Hey hon are you OK? You disappeared on me. I've been searching all over for you." Her fake pleasantry grated you. All this time you had thought she had come around to you, but after talking with Harlan you knew better.

Had she put the bug in Harlan's ear about the paternity? Was it due to Ari's constant traveling that the legitimacy got called into question. Did they see you as a cheater? Before Ari rushed off you two were still very much in the honeymoon phase, and indulged in every minute of it.

"I'm fine.. sorry. Ransom offered to take me home. Sorry I didn't even think to say goodbye."

"Oh…" She sounded surprised and in that moment you realized just how strange that sounded. Ransom never offered to do anything out of the kindness of his heart.

"Well… uh I just got off the phone with Ari." Her words caught you by surprise again.

"What? I..I called …"

"You know the cell service over there. I'm sure he tried to call you before he got on the plane."

"Plane?"

"Uuuh Yes he's on a plane. It must’ve slipped his mind. He sounded like he was in a rush. Don't worry I am sure he will call when he lands.” She hurried to excuse him.

Your husband was coming home and you were the last to know. This wasn't the first time he left you out of the loop, but after what happened the slight hurt more.

"It's a long flight so he should be here by tomorrow. I'll swing by and come get you."

"Thank you Linda. Talk to you tomorrow."

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A new day and still no response from Ari. He had to have seen your messages and calls by now.

The knock on the front door was unexpected. Had he gotten home early? But Ari never knocked. Maybe he lost his key?

There were two more knocks before you reached the door.

When you rose to look out the peephole no one was there. Something manila peeped through the slit of the door. Cautiously you opened the door and it fell to the ground.

You strained to bend and pick it up. The marked letters spelled out your name. It alarmed you, and against your better judgement you opened it.

All eight by tens photos in high resolution.

It felt like your eyes were deceiving you. In your mind you tried to understand why you were seeing Ari and not Ransom.

Maybe Ransom grew a beard? Ari was out saving the world.

Ransom partied on yachts with models, not Ari. Ransom wore designer suits, did drugs, not Ari.

Reality was slapping you in the face but you refused to believe it.

If you brought this to Linda would she defend her son? Did she already know? Did Harlan?

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The snow started to pour down slowly when Linda arrived. You decided to say nothing to her. You sat and waited to confront Ari with what you had received.

The scenery started whining down a familiar path. You had expected Linda to take you to the airport. Not back to Harlan's estate. When you questioned Linda informed you that Ari was already here.

It infuriated you that Ari did not call you when he landed. Why he chose to come here instead of coming home? It had been so long since he'd seen you in person.

This was the last place you wanted to be. You would’ve stayed in the car if it weren’t for the fact that your husband was inside that house.

Linda held the door as you waddled up the porch. You heard voices but nothing discernible.

"You would think a man that hasn't seen his pregnant wife in months would be rushing to greet her at the door." She shouted sarcastically into the hall as she helped you out of your jacket.

Chatter died down and time seemed too slow as Ari popped his head out into the hall. Everything faded away as he appeared. Your heart fluttered and breath hitched at the sight of him.

His skin was sun beat and his beard had gotten thicker than before. You remembered telling him over and over again to shave it, but of course he ignored you.

Ari smiled brightly after spotting you. He rushed to you, engulfing you in his arms. Everything melted away with that.

"Well look at you," Ari beamed as he pulled back and examined you.

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Ari lead you into one of the many upper bedrooms. The privacy much needed as the PDA was not well received by the rest of the family.

Your smile faded as you looked at the room. His bags were in the closet. Clothes unpacked and hanging. He was staying here.

"You came just for the money… didn't you?" You accused. Anger started to bubble up inside you and it was hard to control it. "Not me. Not the baby."

"I was going to come see you after I talked with Harlan."

It was a lie. If Linda didn't call you, you doubt you would've known he was even in town. Let alone this country. How many times had he done this?

"See….me?" You looked at him bewildered and furious. "….I’m not some friend you are visiting, I am your wife."

Your mind went back to the pictures. Everything he had ever told you about his travels you were now calling into question.

"Calm down. You know what I meant." He motioned with his hands for you to relax. It had the opposite effect.

"That man is done with all of you." You hissed as tears burned your eyes.

"Your being too emotional. Think of the baby." He stood with his hands on hips. That set you off.

"I didn't ask to be pregnant. This was another decision you made without me. When I called to talk to you about it you were never there. It's like I'm in this marriage alone and I am getting tired of it…. I think… I think I want a divorce."

Tears spilled down your cheek. You cupped your mouth as you couldn't believe you had come to this point.

Ari charged at you in that instant. The wall hit your back as his eyes grew wild and dark. You held your hands over your stomach as you trembled before him.

"I gave you love when no one else would. I gave you a family when you didn't have one. When we got married we said till death do us part."

You felt the threat in his words as he talked down at you. He was angry and it scared you. This wasn’t the first time. All of those instances came flooding back. The fighting, the choking the assaults. How had you forgotten until now.

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"I'm sorry… Ari…please," you pleaded. "I don't want a divorce I'm sorry. I just missed you. So much."

He searched your eyes and you prayed he believed you. When he got like this it was best to just appease him. His hand eased off your neck, but you still kept your back to the wall.

He raked through his hair as he paced in front of you. When he stopped you prayed.

Ari looked over at you sullen.

"Are you OK? Is the baby OK?" He asked sincerely. You shook your head 'yes', sniffing. Tears were falling and you couldn't stop them.

You tensed when he crouched down, prying your hands away from your belly. You watched him carefully, still terrified. He rubbed your belly tenderly. Apologizing lowly to the little life inside before kissing your bump.

Tears trickled down your cheek and fell into his hair. How had you forgotten this? This wild anger. Why while he'd been gone could you only think about the good times, the sweetness. There were far more bad times than good, but by god when they were good it felt great.

"Tell me you forgive me.” He whispered to your belly, but it was directed to you. “I need to hear it.”

Ari laced your fingers with his as he rose to his feet.

You didn’t forgive him, but you knew better to tell him that.

“I forgive you, Ari.”

"Do you want to leave me?" He looked remorseful, truly. That tugged at you. In that moment you saw the Ari you fell in love with. The selfless, pure hearted sole that would give his last dime to help anyone.

He had been so happy to see you and you ruined it. He would've come home after talking it out with Harlan, right? The flight was so long he probably just wanted to rest a bit before coming home. Maybe your pregnancy was making you irrational again.

"…No," you answered honestly. The heat of his gaze made you feel bubbly. He smiled at you sweetly and your heart fluttered.

"Do you still love me?" He asked.

"..Yes."

The tension in your body released as he wrapped around you gingerly. He held you carefully almost as if you would break as he dipped his head lowly toward you.

The kiss was soft and was already making you breathless. You closed your eyes and melted into him as he deepened his kiss. His hands roamed your body as he walked you away from the wall.

Ari smelled so good you had forgotten how much you loved his scent.

"Fuck," He breathed out over your lips. His touch made you feel wanted, needed. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this way.

"Ari," you gasped out when his kisses trailed down your neck and collar bone.

Ari pulled away and immediately started taking off his clothes. "I want you on top."

You felt shy and unsure. The last time he saw you. All of you, you weren't half this size. There were stretch marks, cellulite and fat and rolls where they hadn't been before. You had never been in the best of shape but now with the pregnancy everything seemed amplified.

You didn't even want to think of the unflattering garments underneath your clothes. Maternity clothes were far from sexy and confidences boosting.

While he on the other hand had not changed. In fact he looked more tone and sculpted than before. He didn't notice your hesitation as he was too focused on undoing his pants.

When he looked up finally you opened your mouth to protested, but he swallowed it. Rushing toward you again, kissing you hard, hungry, like a wild animal. He kissed you with more passion and need all while pulling you out of your clothes.

You watched as Ari dropped low and roll down your maternity pants. Pushing them down with your panties before he kissed along your belly.

You covered yourself foolishly when he fell back on the bed. Ari watched you intently, his watchful eye making you feel shy. Your gaze fell to the throbbing member that now seemed to be bigger than the last time.

He was your husband yet you felt embarrassed, almost like you were naked in front of a stranger for the first time.

Annoyed he sighed before grabbing you by the wrist and urging you over to him.

"Look at me baby," he coed sweetly. Clumsily you climbed up and straddled him, a taxing endeavor that already had you panting. It was a hard command to do even when you weren't pregnant.

"That's my girl," he praised when your eyes finally lock with his, still unsure of yourself.

Your self-conscious ate away at you, when his eyes scanned over your body. He still wanted you. Even like this. It was just hard to wrap your head around.

When you began to sit upright Ari guided your hips into position. It already felt too big. Even with your slickness it felt as if it wouldn't fit. Ari urged you down and you whimpered as you tightened around him. You sucked in a breath as he filled you slowly.

"Fucking tight… gotta loosen you up so that baby slides out easy." Ari teased. He took his time with you and you wanted to live in it. All the problems fell away as you drowned in passion.

You couldn't stay quiet. The way Ari moved you made it impossible.

He smirked proudly as you chanted his name.

The sounds leaking from this room you were sure could be heard throughout the house. Ari didn't care and you were hard pressed to either.

"Fuck you're lucky you can't get pregnant twice," he grunted. You mewled as he slammed your ass down his shaft repeatedly. You ogled his tense muscles and hairy chest, drunk off the desire that he filled you with.

"Let me see you."

You leaned back allowing him a full view of your body. He raked over your figure.

"That's it baby. So beautiful. I love you baby." He panted as you squeezed his member. Your body was his and he knew it.

Ari moved his hands from your hips allowing you to drive. He pushed your back in and sat up to suck on your breast. His tongue flickered over your hard nipple as he sucked.

Your hand tangled in his hair as your ass bounced off his thigh repeatedly.

"Ari," you said hotly.

"Fuck I missed you." Ari replied before switching breast.

"Ari!" You exclaim when he hit that button deep in your core. Your body felt over heated and crazed.

Ari took control again. His fingers dug into your flesh as he fucked you.

You hissed loudly as his cum coated your walls while you chased an end.

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Chapter 3>>>

#dark ari x reader #dark ari x black reader #dark ransom x black reader #dark!arvin x black!reader #dark!arvin x reader #dark!ransom x black!reader #dark ransom x reader #dark fic #dark themes

[copperfirebird]

Braids and Baubles

"Jack. Jack we need to go."

"No, this braid looks crooked I can't let you go out like this, people will think I don't respect you-"

Chase shook his head, which only made Jack yelp and reach for the brush again. He was holding two looping braids between his littler fingers on his left hand while trying to braid under a dutch braid with the last three fingers on that hand and his right, but in reaching for the brush to straighten out the hair he was pulling back, Jack had lost his grip on one of the strands and now the third braid was pulling loose.

"Jack." Chase reached back with his own hands, gently wresting his hair from Jack and pulling the finished braids back and together with a twist, making it look casual and intentional.

Jack sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Remember that last time we saw the monks, Bailey's 'braids' were mostly held together by Tohomiko's bobby pin wizardry. They would not be in any place to judge."

"Yeah, but the wu might be in a city, or we might stop somewhere on the way home…" Jack frowned. "I don't want anyone to think I don't deserve you." 

"People will think what they want," Chase said, "<i>regardless</i> of the state of my hair. You know that." He stood and circled around to stand behind Jack, who was still leaning on the back of the chair. Chase played with Jack's hair thoughtfully. 

"Your own hair is growing out quite nicely now that you aren't putting all of those chemicals in it all the time," he observed as Jack melted into his touch. 

"Yeah well, someone didn't like the way they smelled, and someone <i>also</i> tends to keep me too busy to go to the salon," Jack laughed. His hair was long enough now that the fading red dye could pass for intentional highlighted tips against his natural copper color. 

Chase smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Somehow I doubt you want me to leave you more free time, and I really can't picture you with one of those stereotypical modern alpha styles." 

"Definitely not," Jack said, leaning back into his hands. "... Will you braid my hair?" 

"Oh?" 

"I used to… When I was so sure I'd present omega, I used to imagine you as my alpha, sometimes, braiding my hair." Jack was blushing as he admitted it. "Besides, I'm always more comfortable when I'm fucking with people's expectations instead of trying to conform." 

Chase's answer was to push Jack down onto the chair, his fingers drawing Jack's hair back and quickly drawing it into a simple but elegant French braid. He finished it off with one of the hair elastics Jack had bought for him and let it drop against the back of Jack's neck. 

"Now then, let us go." Chase said, and Jack had calmed down enough to notice the strain in his mate's voice. He picked up his shen gong wu detector and showed the location on it to Chase. 

"Why do you always want to hunt these now? I thought you were just indulging me but you've seemed almost eager and this time you're <i>anxious</i>, but we haven't even seen anybody but the monks since before we…got together, and at this point they've mellowed out enough that I could probably just ask for it if there was one I really wanted."

Chase shook his head. "The wu activating now are not ones Dashi built. I believe you've found nearly all of those. But there were others, older magical items that he also supressed and hid, and usually with stronger spells so they would last longer. I'm worried about those turning up, and I'm worried that we haven't seen Wuya or Hannibal since before you claimed me. I don't like it."

"I'd be just as happy if we don't see them until after we have our hatchling. Or never, never would be great." Jack rolled his eyes as Chase wrapped his arms around him. 

"I doubt we will be so fortunate." Then there was a flash of Heylin magic and the room was empty. 

#jack spicer #chase young #xiaolin showdown #my fanfic #fanfic #Xiaolin omegaverse

[thelaughingmerman]

Some of these are personal headcanons, we can't all live in the slow burn fanfic playing inside my head on loop. I took some of the questions off because I didn't want to bother with them.

First to Confess- Eugene is quick to fall in general, and it's been a detriment to him in the past. His personality and charm wins him favor on the stage, but off, some have found him to be too much to handle. He's quick to brush off hurt feelings with humor, because they're uncomfortable to deal with. Even still, past failed relationships don't keep him from confessing, perhaps too quickly, yet again.

First to Apologize- Franklin hates being angry, it makes him feel gross and staticky. And the aura an argument leaves hanging in the air stays over his head like many storm spirits having a raucous discussion. Even the smallest disagreement can feel like thunder in his head, so he's quick to apologize. Even in cases where he's pretty miffed he'll simmer down easily if given space, he's willing to just let bygones be.

More Popular- Although much has changed for Franklin the past few years of his life since he traveled to the bay surrounding Trolberg, he's still pretty introverted. Somewhat more talkative to be sure, but he lacks the charisma of Eugene, both on and off the stage. It's OK, because he's got more than enough for both of them.

- Franklin cares very deeply about his friends and family. It's not something he would have ever thought to come from him, but ever since meeting the Fisherman Henrik, he's opened up tremendously and proven to be a compassionate and caring person...where his friends are concerned at least. He may not give strangers a second glance. Even still he will try his best when his partner is ailed. All he really knows how to do is cover him in blankets and sit next to him, read a book to him if he's up for it. But it's the thought that counts, surely.

Does the Cooking- Merfolk, by design, don't really need cooked food. And by culture, really only indulge in cooked meals by personal preference. Franklin likes trying good food, but anything not foraged or caught is usually made and given him by his Fisherman friend, Henrik. They also don't need to eat as often as, say, a human. Therefore, neither of them cook, and if they do (it has been attempted) its not bad but not better than raw fish on a seaweed salad, so why bother. That time can be used for other things.

Does Most of the Speaking- Eugene, most definitely is the talker. Especially in company Franklin is unfamiliar with (though as his confidence gathers, he chimes in a lot more). Even still, he defers to Eugene, who he claims is the brains of their outfit. Their intelligence is on par, but Eugene is full of big ideas, so we'll say we agree with Franklin and move on.

More Overprotective- He may be small and quiet, but Franklin is strong. While he doesn't really give those outside his very small circle a second glance, he's got a big heart, and is willing to help a friend in need. If he feels a situation is dire, he'll break his normal silence and stand up. He's not going to let anything bad happen to the people he loves.

Better Penmanship- A showman, of course, has to have a steady hand. It won't do to give the fans a sloppy signature, will it? Next to Franklin's chicken scratch, his name looks elegant in cursive swirls. Whether it's more legible is another matter entirely. What do Merfolk even use to give signatures underwater? Don't ask me questions I don't know the answers to.

More Experience- Eugene's been around the block a couple times, but nothing really lasted. Largely because he'd really like a committed, long term relationship. Which he rarely mentions up front. His tendency to deflect from serious emotions with humor and charm doesn't help.

One Who Proposes- Would they propose, maybe down the line. Things are just good where they're at now, but who knows a commitment like that might seem a happy occasion. Either way, by that point Franklin's confidence will have sky rocketed, and he'd be much more open and willing to make the step. Good and bad, depending on how you look at it, Eugene has similar plans for the same day. Franklin manages to have his moment first (a big deal for him, it took a lot for him to make that step!), to the (admittedly purposefully overdramatic, given the circumstance) outrage of Eugene, who had a whole thing planned. He'd been rehearsing, you can't take this from him. Let's start over.

#this was a distraction so i can maybe stop having a panic attack #fish in the sea #i dont feel like elaborating further right now my sensories are overloaded