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The Big Black Clover Fanfic Recommendation Post

I've been talking about making that post since forever and I think I've finally finished compiling them!

So. Grab a notepad. Take out your TBR list. Get ready to bookmark or mark for later. And let's go.

I guess I should start with a few disclaimers 🫡

I haven't read every fic out there and there are notably a few fics I know I'm going to love but haven't started yet. I think I'll update the post regularly.

The fics on this post are fics I enjoyed and remember having read. considering how many things I forget on a daily basis, it means a lot.

I have my favorite characters, tropes, and themes and this will definitely show.

I'm attempting to organize the fics in categories but ofc some shippy fics also have feels or are angsty or are fluffy, same for the AUs... An attempt is made to organize them based on the vibes I remember (I’ve read some of those literal years ago).

If you're in this post and you think I've put your fic in the wrong category: don't hesitate to reach out!

For the shippy fics, I have my favorite ships but I'm a multishipper sooooo there's that.

I'm recommending oneshots, multichaptered fics, entire AUs, series and fics that are unfinished and probably never will be. Do keep that in mind if you don't like reading abandoned works (you'll be missing out but I can understand).

Let's start! It'll be a long one.

General/Feels/Character studies

💜 Threads, Solarwitchwrites

Vanessa is a stitch witch. She is the best stitch witch of her generation, possibly in an age. But she has one power she doesn’t brag about: she can see the threads of fate that bind destined souls together. It’s rarely been useful, often it’s painful; but sometimes she gets to watch something amazing unfold.

💜 A World Without You, Acacia_May

Vanessa grows concerned for Finral when he begins to act tense and distant after they return from the Forest of Witches. In her attempts to comfort him, however, she may find some comfort of her own.

💜 Teammates, Cour104

Still adjusting to her newfound freedom after escaping from her cage and the Witch Queen, Vanessa has a nightmare. Finral is there to help her through it and remind her that she's no longer alone.

💜 You're Not Alone, IAmStoryteller

For Noelle, there has always been one person in her corner. For Mimosa, there has always been one person that made her want to be better. Noelle Silva and Mimosa Vermillion are cousins, but they are also each other’s greatest support.

💜 It Used To Be So Simple (Once Upon A Time), WildFlowerWoods

A collection of short stories about the childhoods of various Black Bulls, among other things, containing my own headcanons.

💜 fated, orphaned

Some Magic Knights are bonded by something stronger than just kinship. (Charlotte x Yami, Asta x Noelle, Nozel x Vanessa)

💜 Think about it (series), thoughtfullyrainynightmare

This is a collection of short drabbles that exist to give insight to the canon characters presented in Black Clover from my personal perspective. This is about how I see them

AUs

🩷 Black Bulls Pirate AU, Firefutte

An infamous pirate crew sails across the sea's waves. Many rumours and stories exists of this crew. Always one thing they all have in common and that's the tale describing them as chaotic, lawless and crazy hooligans in dire need of mercy from the gods. In reality they're simply living as them, chaotic, lawless and crazy hooligans they may be, but this ship's crew have found a family amongst each other in a world that denied them such comfort for years. And they would have it no other way if you asked them, such is the reality of The Black Bull.

🩷 Mimosa & Noelle Ideale AU, IAmStoryteller

Seven-year-old Noelle and Mimosa run away from home while traveling with their grandparents. Meanwhile, 16-year-old Zora is trying his very best to be a Super-Wizard and takedown corrupt Magic Knights. But one day he runs into two little girls who clearly are nobility, but also who need help. This changes everything.

🩷 Black Bulls Steampunk AU, IAmStoryteller

The Black Bulls Crew is about to officially retire from being sky pirates. After years of working together and becoming a family, they agree that it’s time for one last hurrah to prove that they are the best of the best, especially after they heard about a map for the infamous treasure of Elf King.

🩷 New World, Bulls99

Following a second devastating defeat to Vanica, Noelle expects to die peacefully - painfully, but peacefully. Instead she wakes up in a world where everything seems upside down. But how much is really different?

Romance

❤️ Ubi Amor, Ibi Dolor, Supernaturalgrant

“He’s dumb as fuck.” She asserts bluntly. It surprises an honest laugh out of Nozel, which seems to amuse her slightly. “You know that, right?” “I can’t force him to be with me, Mereoleona. Even I am not that high-reaching.” He tells her honestly. Or- Fuegoleon and Nozel break up when Nozel is promoted to the Silver Eagles captain, neither of them really knows why. (Fuegoleon x Nozel)

❤️ Running Out of Time, IAmStoryteller

On the day that elves reincarnated and Zagred the Word-Devil nearly gained a physical body, something went wrong—Zora Ideale and Kirsch Vermillion wind up in a time loop. They have to relive the horrible, long day over and over again, while reluctantly working together to figure out why. (Zora x Kirsch)

❤️ The Clover Kingdom in Chaos: A Dire Tale, Mamavino

Over a month after defeating Lucius Zogratis, new troubles lie ahead. When Sol comes knocking on Yami's door in a panic because Charlotte is missing, he acts indifferent at first. But what happened after their tea-drinking date? And is it true that she has been trapped by a curse again? Yami puts every effort into finding out what happened and sets out to find Charlotte. Noelle Silva falls into a strange sleep. Rouge, Vanessa's cat, is now attached to young Silva's life. Nozel insists on having his sister in the palace. But that also means opening the doors to the Black Bulls. This will certainly provide some challenges. In addition, all the spirits are falling ill, and everyone seems to be in a total panic. Mereoleona, Asta and a small team sets out to seek out the cause and solution to all this. Is it all connected? In the library they will find help, or is it an enemy After all? (Charlotte x Yami, Nozel x Vanessa, Mereoleona x OC, Fuegoleon x OC)

❤️ Night of Vows, Vilandel

She kissed him again, more deeply this time, smiling as she felt him giving in to the kiss. As they parted, she poked his cheek and said with a smirk, “Consider this a vow I just made.” (Nozel x Vanessa)

❤️ wildest dreams (because falling's not the problem), IAmStoryteller

Yuno/Langris/Mimosa series (Yuno x Langris x Mimosa)

❤️ This Was A Mistake, JaylinnW

“You really think this will be a restful break,” the larger man grinned. “You are in for a surprise. You will not be getting much time to relax,” William opened his mouth but Yami stopped him. “I’m not talking about that, Goldie Guts.” He paused, smirking. “Well not only that. I’m talking about the fact that we brought all our idiots with us. I know my bulls- shit’s gonna hit the roof.” “It won’t be that bad I’m sure,” William moved away from his boyfriend to get up from the bed. (William x Yami, minor Nozel x Vanessa)

❤️ Masquerade, IAmStoryteller

The Masquerade Ball hadn't happened in many years in Clover, but that changes when Julius Novachrono decides that it's high time to bring back some old traditions. (Asta x Yuno, Nozel x Vanessa, Finral x Leopold, Magna x Nebra, Fragil x Luck, Zora x Kirsch, Letoile x Gordon, Gauche x Grey, Rill x Charmy)

❤️ Green, Pink, and Grayscale, juviin

Soulmates are a thing of the past, or at least, they should be. So why does the youngest child of the royal Silva family see no colors? (Asta x Noelle)

❤️ Now All My Dreams are Melting on the Asphalt in the Heat, IAmStoryteller

Vanessa Enoteca, the lead singer and guitarist of the Punk band Arresting Dark Weave, is asked by her mentor/friend/first love Yami Sukehiro, the lead guitarist of The Black Bulls, to compose songs for his and Charlotte Roselei’s wedding. Except, she has got to work with Charlotte’s friend Nozel Silva, the First Seat Cello Player of the Clover Kingdom Baroque Orchestra, who just so happens to a composer. Can Vanessa and Nozel create some amazing songs for the Yami/Charlotte wedding in time? Or will it go up in smoke? (Nozel x Vanessa)

❤️ MUSIC CONNECTS ALL, UNLESS IT'S OFF BEAT, orphaned

In Noelle's defense, it was all Kahono's fault. Noelle so happens to be listening to Kahono's rant before she gets into this entire complicated situation that had just happened, (fuck fate, by the way), and now she had dug a hole too deep to get out of. Who the hell was Tchaikovsky, what the hell was a quarter note, and why are there eighty–eight keys on a piano? To think it just started with a simple walk on the beach. (Kahono x Noelle)

❤️ Children of the Future, LightNova

When Yami and Charlotte had been summoned to see the Wizard king they had not been expecting to find out they had a 19 year old daughter from the future! Nor had they been expecting even more children from the future to appear in their world shortly after her. Just what was going on, and who was sending them here and why? (Charlotte x Yami, Finral x Vanessa, Zora x Nebra, Gauche x Grey, Fuegoleon x OC, William x OC, Julius x OC, Yuno x OC, Asta x Noelle)

❤️ I'll Be Home for Christmas, HotaruGFC (JaclynGFC)

Charlotte gets an invitation to a wedding, and she can't go alone. (Charlotte x Yami)

❤️ Oh What Am I Supposed to Do Without You?, Supernaturalgrant

“Mercury poisoning.” The silence that follows Owen's statement is deafening. The occupants of the room share looks of utter confusion. “That’s like saying Fuegoleon has third-degree burns from that cool ass fire arm situation he has going on.” Yami’s the first to break it. Or: Nozel is diagnosed with mercury poisoning and forced to give his magic up until the can find a cure. Chaos ensues. (Fuegoleon x Nozel)

❤️ Paper Hearts, KaLolasFantasyWorld

Helena Drazel is a twenty five year old Royal from Diamond Kingdom. She's a charming and cheerful woman, ready to leave the sheltered embrace of her family's estate. Her mother previously a Clover citizen and an old friend of late Acier Silva, gets her daughter an invitation to study healing magic in the Capital. Because of that friendship Helena is placed under the care of Royal House of Silva. However the siblings, especially the eldest Nozel, are not so fond of her at the beginning. (Nozel x OC)

❤️ Boys will be Embarrassing, loafingdragon, subtleassiduities

A series of stories documenting Fuegoleon and Nozel's totally-not-gay-completely-serious very-manly escapades over the years. (Fuegoleon x Nozel)

❤️ Damn Eyes, musicalinny

The first time their eyes met he doesn't notice that he actually gave a damn. (Zora x Nebra)

❤️ (Not) At first sight, BBRosenfeld

Finesse is bethrothed to the son of the Vaude family, and she doesn't really mind. However, she was not expecting how much he'd grow on her. (Finral x Finesse)

Fluffy, Funny, Fix-it

💚 Flower Crowns, Angeliccharizard

During an off day, Asta decides it's a great idea to bring a devil to a church

💚 Owen vs The Black Bulls, WildflowerWoods

Owen has seen a lot in his time as a doctor in the magic knights infirmary, even more since his promotion to head of the royal infirmary, overseeing both the magic knights and ordinary patients. he has dealt with his fair share of stubborn visitors, people hiding injuries and patients trying to escape out the window—Lord Julius himself was a common offender for the last of those—but even treating Mereoleona Vermillion's self-inflicted burns was better than the Black Bulls. There was nothing that could have prepared Owen for the Black Bulls.

💚 Why Asta (and Liebe) are Banned From the Kitchen, Bluemeanies

After Yami's katana becomes Demon Slicer and joins Asta's grimoire, Asta and Liebe start looking for other things that could be good anti-magic weapons. Liebe might be taking the concept a little too far.

💚 Early Black Bulls (series), Acacia_May

Early Black Bulls Days

💚 An Impossible Decision, MysticalShizz

Mereoleona’s head pops into view, first taking in you, then turning to observe the small girl perched on your hip. Her look of confusion slowly morphs into disbelief, then into incredulity. “Did … Darling. Did you steal the Silva’s youngest child?” Fix-It fic where Mereoleona and spouse reader adopt Noelle.

💚 Ghosts, IAmStoryteller

Julius has a bit of a secret. He can see ghosts of his dear departed friends.

💚 Doggy Days, Undefeated_Lionmess

Yami sends Vanessa, Finral, and Charmy to explore a dungeon. Only two of them come back still human. Finral supposes he’s had worse days.

💚 That One Time When Julius Was Late, wintermelon_soldier

"We're late... again," Marx said with a worried expression. "Don't worry, Marx. I'm sure everything is just f-" The Magic Emperor pushed both doors open hoping to greet the Captains only to be welcomed by a vast wasteland. The conference room where it once stood is replaced by a large, empty landmass with no trees or building in sight. "W-what in the world is happening?" Marx cried at his mentor.

💚 The Vice-Captains of the Magic Knights (series), IAmStoryteller

The Vice-Captains of the Magic Knights series

💚 Teenagers, Kaitouahiru

Yami was going to talk to Julius about the recruitable age of Magic Knights. Make no mistake, Yami did not care that fifteen year olds were being put in dangerous or life threatening situations. He didn’t care that they could be drafted to go to war if the situation called for it. He cared that almost none of these brats knew how to do basic home skills.

💚 faith bleeds through the cracks, TellNearaToWrite

Yami knew three things. First, that being a squad captain was shaping up to be a lot like fatherhood, and second, he was definitely not cut out for that shit. Third. Well. Julius had a lot to answer for, that was for sure. The least he could do was help a bit.

Angst!

🧡 Geranium, Azuvist

The flowers in Yami's lungs never really stopped growing. (Yami x William)

🧡 Black Clover: The Blood of Fate, ChanceQueen

In a dark alternate universe of the clover kingdom, there is one question that no one ever wanted to ask, let alone know the answer to. A question that wraps its claws around you, ripping scars that cannot be seen and will never heal. What if Vanessa had never manifested the red thread of fate?

🧡 Megicula's Curse by MaryJoeycoco

After everything, the Black Bulls thought they were safe. They thought Noelle took care of the devil Megicula. They soon realize how wrong they were. Now it's up to Asta to save her but he soon realizes how his feelings change about Noelle through the nightmare land. (Asta x Noelle)

🧡 Lumiereward by Cyrooo

Nero misses home. (Always).

The Silva Fics™

Yes, they get their own category. It's the birb siblings. They deserve it.

💙 Artifice, subtleassiduities

When a retrieval mission traps Nozel with a dangerous and powerful artifact, Nebra and Solid struggle to find help before time runs out for him. But their attempts are thwarted by a widespread, rapidly progressing phenomenon: Everybody in the Clover Kingdom is forgetting about Nozel Silva. Their only choice is to depend on one another-- and Noelle, the only other person who can hold onto a memory of their dear brother. Their rescue mission forces them to face their own memories, twisted against them in ways they may not be able to overcome.

💙 Casa Silva, Mouxe (SPANISH)

Conjunto de historias que comenzo para mostrar la relacion de Acier Silva con sus hijos durante la infancia pero termino convirtiendose en relatos de la relacion de los hermanos silva.

💙 Lay Beside Me, Under Wicked Sky, Avacelt

Noelle leaves, and the chips fall where they do. [Silva family!fic, post-canon]

💙 The Boy Who Played with Water, BeamMeUpCas

Nozel only becomes aware of the extreme lengths his siblings were going to torment their youngest when Nebra, of all people, appears sweaty and disheveled in his office, stuttering and stammering about how Solid has Noelle trapped in a water bubble in the rose garden and she isn't moving Or: Solid nearly drowns Noelle. Nozel flips his shit and becomes the halfway decent big brother he was meant to be.

💙 My Father Told Me (series), succulentsunrise

My Father Told Me is a series, which attempts to understand the effects that the Silva parents must have had on their children, and how the age gaps and personalities between the children themselves affected their relationships.

💙 Make an Effort, IAmStoryteller

Solid isn’t very nice or kind or gentle. He knows this, but when he is hit with the realization that Nozel and Nebra might not know that he loves them, he sets out to show his love and appreciation for his two older siblings. And maybe, extend an olive brand or two…

💙 What Yami Saw by BeamMeUpCas

Nozel needs a favor. Yami will maybe not hold it over his head for all eternity but he'll take great delight in letting Nozel think he will.

#black clover #fic rec #massive post

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aziraphales-library · 4 months

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Hi mods Hope yall are doing good. Can i ask for some really domestic aziracrow? Like taking baths together and just being sappy

Hello. We have #fluff and #domestic fluff tags you can check out. Here are some domestic fluffly fics in which there is bathing...

Where Love Grows by AFrenchFanWriter, heeen (T)

“It starts, as it will end, with a garden.” Or After moving into their cottage in the South Downs, Crowley & Aziraphale cultivate flowers and memories together.

Soft and Soapy by Aegopixel (T)

“Can we skip to the part where I curl up next to the fireplace and fall asleep? It’d be nice to shed these layers so I can recuperate from the fatigue my tiresome good deeds caused.” At that request, Aziraphale placed his hands on his hips, looking for all the world like Peter Pan after facing down Captain Hook. “Actually, I’ve prepared something far more pleasing than that.” His statement peaked Crowley’s interest. “Oh really?” he drawled, tilting his head with seductive grace and a smirk to match. “What could be more pleasing, I wonder?” “Allow me to show you, my dear boy.” Crowley has spent his entire day out in the freezing cold, and now that they live together Aziraphale can take care of him in the most considerate of ways.

pausing the world to stay right where we are by RepQueen15 (T)

Aziraphale’s hands grasped at him gently, not in a commanding way, more like making sure he hadn’t stepped away. His pooling blue eyes gazed up at Crowley, and Crowley got the feeling he was just now realising how carefully they were doing this all, just how fondly he was being handled. Maybe he even guessed at the thoughts running through Crowley’s idiotically sappy mind right about now. In any case, he pulled at him slightly needily, almost vulnerable. He always looked this way, when he was at Crowley’s mercy, but there was no fear in his expression at all. “Are you…?” “‘M here, angel,” he said softly, stepping forward and taking Azirphale’s hand in his own. "It's okay." *** Crowley takes care of Aziraphale after Armageddon, exhausted, confused, but most of all, safe.

Lavender Haze by Scarlett_Oakenshield (T)

"You can stay at my place, if you like." "I don't think my side would like that." "You don't have a side anymore. Neither of us do." Right after the almost Armageddon, and with nowhere else to go, Aziraphale returns to Crowley's flat for the night. He takes a bubble bath to clear his head and decipher Agnes Nutter's final prophecy. Crowley joins him. They embrace their feelings with nothing left to lose, while simultaneously trying to figure out how they're going to get themselves out of this one. Or...canon compliant, couple bathing fluff for you to enjoy~

Just the Way You Are by Kat_Rowe (T)

Angels are, at their creation, biologically asexual. All too aware of his own vulnerability to pleasures of the flesh, Aziraphale has spent 6,000 years avoiding the sin of Lust by simply never adopting the equipment necessary to experience it. Until his relationship with Crowley started to grow more intimate (and more physical), Aziraphale never gave it much thought. Physical incompatibility can be solved in an instant, but he finds himself worrying how Crowley will react, and about the assumptions he might make. Now that they're covered in stardust and on their way into the shower, the issue can't be avoided any longer. But a tense discussion is a small price to pay for a romantic shower with your best friend in the universe.

he ahold of my hand by cuefog (G)

It takes them a while, but they do get there eventually: The cottage in the South Downs with the garden, and the greenhouse, and the private library of old books. The angel and the demon curled up in bed together, warm and safe under the covers. Meanwhile, Aziraphale has something to tell Crowley, but it takes him a few tries and a bit more time to figure things out for himself. (aka the slow burn after the slow burn: a collection of moments)

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #domestic fluff #fluff #bathing #mod d

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rosatka · 6 months

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In defence of The Dark Lord |Part 1|

We all know Dark, Chosen's old friend and a villan in AvA V. He killed The Second Coming (TSC) and their friends - and then he was killed by TSC, we all know this story. What if I told you that this story, seen through the eyes of the same cybercriminal, is kinda different? What if, from his perspective, it didn't look the way we see it? Let's start with the background and follow the whole process of The Dark Lord appearing in the series. And to be honest, Dark didn't have much of a chance to show us what's more to him. That's why we rely on what Alan provided in the videos and our own thoughts.

Let's recap, shall we?

It all started when The Chosen One was starting to destroy everything on the computer. And Alan wanted to stop him. So he created a stick, who would be able to kill, or like Alan would say, destroy The Chosen One. And here he comes - The Dark Lord (TDL).

In the first few seconds of the Dark Lord's existence, he stretched. He had no purpose. He was just an ordinary stick with some powers, right? Well, let's take a closer look at this.

Let's note the most significant aspect in this entire situation. The Dark Lord is the only character in the entire series created by Alan that wasn't created accidentally. Alan intentionally made him. It wasn't a coincidence, as was the case with Victim, The Chosen One, and The Second Coming. And let's observe that The Dark Lord behaved very differently from The Second Coming, The Chosen One, and Victim because he wasn't concerned about Alan killing him. He wasn't afraid because he knew he was created intentionally. He wasn't created by accident, Alan had no malicious intentions toward him. It's clear, from the beginning when The Dark Lord started carrying out his orders, and then... that's a different story.

"Destroy The Chosen One"

When Alan set a purpose for The Dark Lord, Dark immediately became more energetic, more curious. Not in the sense of The Second Coming, but he was still interested in where his purpose led. Then, he moved on to confront The Chosen One. It's worth noting that their fight was quite comedic. It seemed as if they weren't fighting for life and death but rather playing like children. Perhaps it's because we're watching it from an observer's perspective. During their fight, Alan observed, but didn't directly assist The Dark Lord. Dark had to contend with a powerful stick that could easily lead him into a minefield, yet Alan didn't help him at all. Alan didn't aid Dark in saving the computer. Therefore, this situation was quite drastic, quite dramatic, foreshadowing something that would later unfold, leading The Dark Lord to officially become the antagonist of the entire story.

It's worth noting that in the eyes of various applications, programs, and the like, The Dark Lord wasn't an enemy. He was their ally, and they readily committed to collectively defeating the common foe, which in this situation was The Chosen One.

I guess it's worth noting that the apps obeyed TDL when Dark ordered them to engage in combat. This implies that he had power over them, likely due to Dark being kinda some sort of antivirus at that moment.

After the great defeat of all programs, including The Dark Lord himself, Dark was cornered. He couldn't do anything and essentially had to rely on the mercy of the enemy. In a way, he showed surrender and fear towards The Chosen One. It indicated that he wasn't entirely loyal to his code and Alan - or maybe this is a sign that Dark had some normal emotions (more than anger and hatred). Perhaps it was because he noticed that Alan didn't help in the battle and was actually enjoying himself playing cards.

I also like to mention my observation: Dark obeys any being stronger than him. Initially, there was Alan, who was in power to delete things at any moment. Later on, The Chosen One, stronger than Dark, but, as known, only after their first battle. Dark always follows someone until that person becomes his enemy or acts against Dark's actions.

The Chosen One made it clear to The Dark Lord that Alan didn't really care about him and didn't help much in that situation. The Dark Lord understood that his creator was indifferent towards him, leading to TDL and TCO joining forces to make Alan's life a living hell for a second.

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THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART!!

#alan becker #ava tco #ava tdl #animator vs animation #ava chosen one #ava the dark lord #ava dark lord #the dark lord #ava

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oh-puffle-cakes19 · 1 year

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My Christmas List

19th December - Smut

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary - You and JJ bicker all the time but what you didn’t expect.. him wanting you.

Word count - 1527

Tw - Smut (unprotected sex, praise kink, oral sex)

“Guys!” Kiara looked between you two, Sarah and John B sitting on the couch cuddled up, “Can you stop fighting for once,”

“Tell that to Y/N, she moved my slippers,” JJ whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yh because guess what?” You scoff, pointing at him, “You don’t put your shoes up, expecting people to trip over them,”

“Yh, she does have a point J,” John B tenses, pulling a face as he Stretches out his body.

“Oh, why is everyone taking her side now!” JJ scoffs, throwing his hands up.

“We aren’t, JJ,” Kie established, “We are telling facts,”

“Maybe if you was a bit more tidy, JJ,” You make your point, “Then we wouldn’t be arguing,”

“I’ve had enough of this, not like you don’t throw your clothes around the room either,” JJ walks out to his claimed room, slamming the door.

You sigh and sit down, another fight between you and JJ breaks you further. You don't mean to be mean to the boy but he fuels your fire so much, you can’t help yourself.

“Y/N, just let him cool down..” John B sighs, “He will come around,” he pats your leg, “Mean time you want to come with Me, Sarah and Kie to Pope’s?.. we are just going for a drive,”

“No, I’m good,” You sigh, feeling lost without JJ by your side at the moment. You feel awful how angry or annoyed he gets at you, when you just try to help him.

“Are you sure?” Kiara asks, “We don’t want you to get hurt by being with JJ by himself, we know you like him,”

“Yes, I’m sure I’ll be fine. As John B said, I’m sure he and I will eventually, sort out our differences,”

“Mm, ok,” Sarah nodded, “If you need anything then ring us up, we are here for you,” she gives you a hug.

“I know, guys,” You smile, Kiara joining in with John B.

“Right see you later, alligator,”

“Yh, see ya,” You see them get into the Twinkie and drive off, leaving you all alone with JJ. You wonder what he is doing, most likely trying to collect himself and cool off.

You lay your head down on the couch closing your eyes to all of a sudden feel a tap on your shoulder.

“What?” You mumble, shifting your body around, looking at JJ confused.

“Get up.. I want to show you something,” With No explanation you let yourself follow him into his room, feeling intrigued.

“What is it JJ?” You ask again.

You couldn’t see JJ anywhere until you felt two strong arms wrapped around your waist and a set of fluffy, blonde locks nozzling you into your neck.

“Is this why?” You turn around into his hold, raising an eyebrow.

��Not exactly.. but yes,” JJ clears his throat, “I’ve never hated you, I’ve always admired you,” he fiddles with his fingers behind your back.

You make a bold move and place his hands on your hips, letting his hands squeeze them.

“What changed?” You curiously asked not wanting to push him but so.. Desperately wanting to know.

“I heard that you like me back,” JJ pulls you closer to his lips but not touching them. After, you feel your cheeks blush brighter and his fingers making shapes on your hips.

You have welcomed the warmth of JJ with grace a long time ago. You know this because when you get near him, it automatically turns into a blushing mess.

“That I do,” You nod, confirming his words.

As you said those words, rough yet soft lips press onto yours passionately. You pull away with your breath hitting a really funny sound.

“Y/N, if you don’t want me..” JJ rushes his words, you cut him off by kissing him.

“I want you too, J,” You look at him into his beautiful blue, icy eyes.

“I know this is a random question but since it is the season,” You moan into JJ’s lips, “Just say it, baby,” JJ smiles.

“What is the one thing you would want for Christmas?”

“You,” JJ blurts out with no mercy, breathless looking at your beauty carved out just for him as he goes down to take your panties off.

“Me?” Your eyes go wide.

“Why are you looking so shocked, princess?” JJ lifts you onto his bed and then spreads your legs apart.

“JJ,” you moan, feeling a finger being shoved into your wet, tight pussy.

“Yes you!” JJ growls, “I want you, All of you.. you are on my Christmas list,” he confirms, “God you're so tight!”

“Fingers or tongue baby?” JJ asks, wanting to know how to prep you.

“Both..”

“Such a Greedy little princess,” JJ sticks his tongue into your pussy, “Mm, I like it,” he moans as he is giving you exactly what you want. Loving the taste of you on his tongue, he proceeds to push two fingers into you.

“I didn’t think you would want me at all,” You confessed your harsh inner feelings of doubt.

JJ pulls his fingers out making you whimper, “Listen to me,” he comes close to you, “I know we are always somehow arguing but if I didn’t want you.. I must be delusional, Y/N,” he reassures you, “It’s always been you and it always.. will be you,”

“JJ,” You began but got cut off by him.

“Shh, let me show you my princess.. just why you are on my Christmas list!”

JJ lays you back down onto the bed, he strips his shirt off himself.

“Yes, JJ,” You giggle as you feel his tongue slip back inside of you, making you smile.

“God you taste sweeter than I’ve ever thought,” JJ groans, his hot, wet tongue going into your tight, wet pussy deeper. You whimper, clenching your thighs around his face.

JJ chuckles expecting your reaction, pumping two of his fingers deeper into your core.. his tongue teases your clit.

“You feel that baby?”

“Yes,” You breathless sigh.

“How does it feel?”

“Good.. so good,” You whine letting out a moan of his name as he hums, speeding up his actions.

“Mm, I can tell you are close..” JJ groans, Impatiently wanting to feel you cum on his tongue, “Cum for me, princess..”

“JJ,” you gasp, for two reasons your mind blowing high your having now.. and how the fuck? Did he know you were so close?

“Good girl,” JJ grins, kissing your forehead.

You kiss his lips tasting yourself, he slips a tongue into your mouth, taking your jaw to pull you closer into his lips.

“Mm, I want your cock,” You boldly said, giving him a twinkle in your eyes.

“Your wish is my command, baby,” JJ smirks, unbuckling his trousers, “Lay back down, princess,”

You obeyed waiting for him, “Oh.. my, you're still so wet for me,” JJ winks, making you blush harder.

“It’s ok, I’m going to take good care of you!” JJ promises, hands go onto your hips as he bottoms out his large length into you.

“Feel good?” JJ checks, he doesn't want to hurt you.

“Mm,” You nod, JJ uses his initiative for once and starts moving. You hold onto his shoulders keeping yourself as close as possible to him.

“Fuck,” JJ groans, “Such a good girl for me.. wanted to feel you for so long,” he litters kisses all over your face, neck, collarbone and shoulders.

“JJ,” You moan loudly, his name feels so good off of your lips.

“Please go deeper!” As soon as you expressed your words, JJ engaged to move his hips harder, deeper into you. Colliding his large cock into your cervix, you couldn’t get anymore cock drunk except from him.

“I love your pussy princess, it’s milking my cock so good!” JJ groans, throwing his head slightly back as he buckled his hips to make his thrusts even deeper.

JJ is determined to kiss your cervix with his cock.

“Yh, baby?” JJ almost teases you with his words, “you like when I go deeper?” He whispers into your ear, getting closer to your chest.

“Is my baby going to cum?” JJ groans, wanting so badly to come inside you.

“Yes, JJ.. please let me come,” You scream, “JJ,”

“Cum for me,” As soon as his words hit your ears, you release all over his cock. Him following you, emptying his hot, thick load into your cunt.

You lay on JJ’s chest all snuggled up, sleeping together with the covers over you.. you went for another two rounds plus a quick round for a shower.

No wonder why you both are so tired..

The pogues came back to the chateau with Pope included. They all smile as they hear peace and quiet, peeking through the door to see you both in his bed cuddled up under the sheets.

“Told you guys,” John B grins, “They needed some time alone together,”

As they all shuffle back to the living room what they didn’t see is.. just moments later..

JJ shuffling, peeking an eye open as his strong, toned arm brings you closer to him. He smiles at you, his sleeping beauty.

#jj maybank fanfiction #jj obx #jj maybank x reader #jj imagine #jj maybank obx #jj maybank smut #christmas prompts #rudy pankow #outer banks x reader #outer banks #outer banks x you

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Ah don’t mind me, just another lil rant about the silly lil podcast show…

[an excerpt from a message I sent over discord]

You know I’ve been thinking. The Magnus Archives. The “fears” and “entities”.

I’m unsure why or how these entities [exist] but my theory is that they are manifested over time/intensity. With enough people [feeling] afraid, this sorta,,, energy manifests into its own being. Almost like a god of our own creation.

[A cage we build ourselves in?]

However that being said, why only fears?

[Why are only the fears being manifested into dangerous forces?]

"Newton’s third law for every action (force) in nature there is an equal and opposite reaction."

If there is fear made manifest then there should also be hope manifested. A way to counteract the negative with the warmth of positive. Like I get it, this is a horror podcast taking place in London. This is the least optimistic setting ever.

But am I really stupid for holding out hope? Pointing out a way to counteract these destructive forces?

For example, the opposite to Distortion is Clarity. The opposite to Lonely is Community. Even if there aren’t entities of positivity, we can make it up inside ourselves, methinks.

The fears seem relentless. Extremely unforgiving. And I understand that the entities are indifferent at best. But I just hrnrmejdmm.

I feel silly being so stubborn against [the idea that] disparity is the only thing available.

[May I have some reassurance?]

Additional thoughts...

If anti-entities exists, then they go unnoticed. Love is quiet and undemanding. It goes unnoticed until it is gone. Until we notice something is wrong, that is when fear comes in. Fear is a very very powerful thing. It is also very very hard to overcome. Especially in these instances where people are at the mercy of merciless beings. It's heartbreaking to realize there can be no way out of a terrible situation. You just gotta,, accept it all. Accept that perhaps you're wrong, perhaps you're going to die, perhaps the things you face in life can (and will) change you forever. Tragedy is inevitable but what you do with it next is what matters. Methinks.

Humanity is filled with fear, love, but most importantly resilience.

These three things are built into the core of all living beings. To focus only on what is terrible is an insult to all the good that goes around.

(This deffo can go the other way around too. I mean, when you got a monster chasing you, you can't just turn around and go,

"Awh man how abwout we all wuv eachothwer? QwQ."

You're gonna fricken die if you do that...most likely.....Just,,, don't risk it.)

So yeah, perhaps I am going to die. But I'm going to go out of this world the same way I came in: Kicking and screaming.

The fears are relentless. The fears are resilient. And guess what? So are we. After all, the entities did (theoretically?) come from us. It's only natural the supernatural is an exaggerated reflection of reality.

Sometimes you gotta fight back with the power of friendship...and blunt force damage. And guns. Or arson...

I might be getting off track. Haha.

Points brought up and tied together...

"I’m unsure why or how these entities [exist] but my theory is that they are manifested over time/intensity."

"Love is quiet and undemanding."

"Fear is a very very powerful thing."

People are naturally going to pay attention to the negative. Tis a survival response! The reason these entities may be prevalent is because humanity as a whole focuses on the negative.

The Magnus Institute is where people go to have their negative (and straight up weird experiences) to be collected. So if the victims of the entities are coming to the institute, then the entities and avatars themselves are bound to come to the institute too! It's like Mentos in a coke bottle of bad vibes. It's gonna explode. (Omg if this turns out to be a literal explosion happening in the archive I am going to flip my lid.) ((Context the last episode I’ve listened to is uhhhh episode 32???)) The bad things recorded seem to be the only things happening because that is where our attention is focused on. There isn't much reason to collect information from people who have had good times and miracles happening. (From a listener standpoint, not exactly the most entertaining or spooky thing to listen to. If I want to hear that then I'd go to church or talk to Facebook moms.) OKOK THE POINT!!!

The reason why "anti-entities" may or may not exist is either because:

The cumulative love of humanity isn't enough to manifest as strong as an entity derived from fear.

The (potential/theoretical) entities here to help people go unnoticed due to not being focused on. It doesn't go out of its way recruiting people to do their bidding because that's just not how they function. Edit: I have part 2 of my think thoughts [HERE]. I wanted to let you know in case people are wanting to know more about my good ol thinky inky thoughts.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma podcast #ink in the archives #the magnus institute #tma spoilers #jonathan sims #tma theory

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herwrittenuniverse · 7 months

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The Dragon Prince's "Mercy" Motif

TDP Fam, this is so fascinating.

I made this post about the connection between two characters' names. Nothing is coincidental in this show. The creators have things mapped out for future seasons.

🚨Spoilers below! 🚨

We know this arc is called The Mystery of Aaravos, and so far - in the show, anyway - he does appear more malevolent than benevolent, using characters as pawns (Viren, Callum, Claudia) to achieve his means (freedom). He was one of the Great Ones, but he lost privilege and title, becoming known as The Fallen Star. It was revealed that he's been behind wars, manipulating leaders for centuries, and so he was locked away because he was too dangerous. (If you're reading this, you've seen the show and know all of this.)

Now...E1S6 (which was previewed at NYCC) opens with a conversation between him and another Startouch Elf. He's distraught - it's the first time we've ever seen Aaravos showing such incredibly desperate emotions. (As I've mentioned, he's being painted as a sympathetic character.)

First, you wanna make a bet these statues depict the very scene featured in S1E6?

It's too perfect.

Now, this elf is called The Merciful One. As I pointed out in my other post, there is another character that is associated with mercy. You guessed it:

Her story is literally called The Queen's Mercy and one of the many titles bestowed upon her (if you read the story) is Queen Aditi, the Merciful. (I've already done the math in this post here.)

Now, why is this so fascinating?

Mercy, by definition, is compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one's power to punish or harm. (Thanks dictionary.com.) But as we know from reading The Queen's Mercy, Aditi isn't merciful at all. She's cunning. Kim'dael goes to Aditi seeking sanctuary. What does she get in return? A Mercy Debt.

Could this be considered merciful? I mean...she did not banish or harm Kim'dael. But she's trapped eternally, and literally owes her life. Kim'dael is a villainous character, no doubt - but that is not compassion or forgiveness. (Whether or not she deserves it is a different conversation.)

Now let's go back to Aaravos and the Merciful One, shall we?

If you look the images, Aaravos is clearly distraught, and yet the Merciful One appears calm, cool, collected. We can assume he's...well, granting mercy.

By what? Imprisoning Aaravos? This could very well be the moment he is imprisoned.

But is it true compassion? Is it true forgiveness? Or is it, "I'm granting you something in my power because - even though it seems wrong to you - it's for the greater good." I could see Startouch Elf philosophy being cold and factual, distant and matter-of-fact - leaving no room for matters of the heart or emotions. (Doesn't this elf reference that Aaravos is in this position because of love [and I suspect has something to do with Leola]? If someone can get me their exact quote, that would be fantastic.)

This opens up a really interesting conversation regarding the term 'mercy' - because what I think is happening here is that there are two characters in power (The Merciful One and Queen Aditi) who are technically granting 'mercy' (although I am only hypothesizing based on the new Startouch Elf's name), and yet it is not at all merciful to the character. It's almost as if they're both saying, "Yeah, this sucks for you right now, but it's going to be better off for everyone else in the end." Kim'dael is 'imprisoned' by the Mercy Debt. Aaravos is literally imprisoned.

I mean, Kim'dael is in the same position as Aaravos' statue in the Sea of the Castout.

I don't think this is a coincidence. I think both of these things will come back to bite our beloved Dragang. They are the ones who have to deal with the consequences, after all.

Did they deserve this treatment? For Kim'dael - I'm leaning towards yes, she is clearly a villain and has done horrific things.

And...we know that Aaravos has something to do with Aditi's disappearance.

But did Aaravos deserve this - imprisonment?

Now that is yet to be seen. And I have a feeling S6 will leave us all questions more than answers.

#tdp #the dragon prince #tdp spoilers #the dragon prince spoilers #tdp s6 #tdp s6 spoilers #tdp speculation #tdp meta #tdp s6 speculation #the mystery of aaravos #kim'dael #tdp kim'dael #aaravos #tdp aaravos #tdp aditi #tdp comic con #the merciful one #startouch elves

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havenmoon1369 · 11 days

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Getting Her Back- Chapter 9

Drew immediately started looking through the water to see if he could find Quinn, after about 30 seconds he found her, she wasn't moving and his heart dropped. He swam to her, cutting her feet loose from the cinder blocks and tearing the tape off her hands. He swam up to the surface with her in his arms as quickly as he could, he then swam to shore with her carrying her lifeless body onto level ground. He began CPR on her, every second felt like an eternity, he started begging for her to wake up. "Come on Quinn, wake up baby girl, I know you can do this, wake up please!" Drew continued compressions and mouth to mouth, his heart was breaking more and more because he was getting no response from her "Don't do this to me Quinn, please honey wake up, don't do this baby girl, come on wake up!" Drew said crying. "QUINN WAKE UP!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, just then Quinn started coughing and choking up water, Drew turned her on her side so that the water would come out easier. She rolled over on her back and was breathing heavily from the coughing, she looked up and saw her dad crying over her, "Dad?" she asked "Yeah baby it's me, I got you." Drew said as he lifted her into his arms and cradled her as they both started crying, happy to be reunited. Still holding Quinn, Drew looked up because he sensed movement; Barclay was starting to stir and Drew knew he had to finish this once and for all. He laid Quinn down on the ground "Quinn I want you to stay here, cover your ears and close your eyes. Whatever you do, don't open your eyes or uncover your ears until I come back for you" Drew said softly but sternly to her. Quinn did as he said, he got up and started walking towards Barclay.

Drew watched as the man who had injured and almost killed his daughter was trying to crawl away, but Drew shot him in both legs and arms, rolled him over on his back, and dragged him to the dock. Barclay started begging Drew to stop but he didn't listen instead he started laughing at Barclay, "Stop? You want me to stop? You didn't stop when you broke my daughter's arm, you didn't stop when you had me do your dirty work and collect those items from the mansion, you didn't stop when your henchmen started shooting at me, and you definitely didn't stop when you sent my daughter into the water to kill her. I've got news for you, she's alive but you won't be for much longer." Drew said in a sinister tone. Drew took the remaining cinder blocks, rope, and duct tape out of the boat, "I'm guessing these were for me and Quinn, looks like they're for you now" Drew said as he started taping up Barclay's hands, he taped his mouth shut because he had said enough, and then he tied the rope around his feet which he then tied to the cinder blocks. Barclay was pleading through the tape over his mouth but Drew refused to listen. "You know Barclay, back home where I wrestle they have nicknames for me, one being the Scottish Psychopath, you want to know why that is? It's because I show no mercy to my opponents, and I show no mercy to the man who tortured me and my daughter, see you in Hell Barclay" Drew suddenly kicked the cinder blocks into the reservoir and watched Barclay go under the water never to hurt him or his daughter ever again. Drew took a big deep breath and walked back over to Quinn, he grabbed her hands off her ears "Open your eyes darlin', it's me dad" Quinn sat up and hugged him, "I was so scared dad, I know you've always told me to be brave but I was really scared" Drew held her "I know I was scared too, I was scared I was going to lose you forever but we survived, we're going to be okay." he said as tears dripped down his face. "Come on, let me get you to a hospital and let's get that arm fixed up" Drew picked up Quinn and carried her away never once looking back at the reservoir.

#drew mcintyre fanfiction #drew mcintyre #wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe stories #action stories

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inafieldofdaisies · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @thesingularityseries ❤️

I'm checking in with another snippet from Chapter 2 of John and Sabrina's AU where he goes (or more like tries) to visit his client in prison while she is doing her best to minimize their encounter. Leslie ain't buying it. ❤️

John stared at the endless field in front of him, checking his watch on instinct for probably the millionth time as his driver let out a string of hushed curses while he changed the flat tire the car got somewhere on Interstate 5. An irrational part of him felt like vaulting over the fence that separated the highway from the surrounding land and simply… walking off. Wondered how it would feel to be in the middle of nowhere, in a place where nobody would be around to hear the angry outburst he fought to keep under control. After messing up and texting Sabrina by mistake, he had eventually gotten dressed, dragged himself down to the lobby to report the broken shower in his room and ask for them to arrange a car for him. The man at the reception desk had been less welcoming and helpful than the woman that had checked him in, telling him that he would send someone over to fix the issue without being able to give him an answer as to when. On top of that headache, he had spent the next 30 minutes waiting for his driver to show up in front of the hotel, the delay making him wish he had his own car there so he wasn't at the mercy of others. Thanks to that now even after leaving early to make sure he would have enough time to travel to the State Penitentiary, he was tethering on the edge of being late, stuck halfway across his destination.

"Almost done, sir.", the younger man announced behind him, "We'd be back on the road in a jiffy." A couple of minutes later he finally walked around the car, still dusting off his pants from kneeling down on the ground and signaled for John they were ready to leave. "So…", the man started in an attempt to break the ice as he climbed in the backseat and pointed his gaze out of the window again, "Who are you visiting in OSP?" "I'm not at liberty to talk about that.", John retorted quickly and pulled out his phone, hoping he would appear busy so the man would give up on the small talk. It was for that same reason he hadn't made an effort to even ask about his name. He had no doubt if he was to say he was representing Nathaniel Mooney that the driver would be tempted to abandon him on the side of the road after calling him any awful word available in his dictionary. He avoided the man's curious stare in the rearview mirror, keeping his eyes glued to his phone screen as he opened Sabrina's last message. Don't text her anything else. Don't. It's just going to make everything worse. But his fingers had other ideas, already typing up a text.

John: I'm sorry about earlier.

Minutes passed where the driver whistled along to "Only You" as it played on the radio, and where no answer came through from Sabrina. She's at work, probably busy. Do I even care if she's taken the text meant for Penny the wrong way? I don't. Yes, I don't. Yet the giddiness he felt when his phone finally chirped with a message told him otherwise.

Sabrina: How's your day? Any more criminals posing as drivers?

John: No, but I am meeting with an alleged criminal in a couple of minutes. So, pray, I don't get stabbed.

Sabrina: Now you have me worried… just keep an eye on him and make sure any sharp objects are out of his reach.

John: You're saying I can't show him my collection of knives?

Sabrina: Essentially. And let me know you've made it out alive, I guess.

A smile broke free at her replies and the fact she seemed unbothered by what had happened. They gave him hope he still had a chance. A chance for what? "We're here, sir.", the driver said, making him realize the rest of his drive had passed in a haze, all thanks to her, "Welcome to Salem." John looked his watch, "And on time, thank you." "Of course. I will be waiting to drive you back to Portland." He exited the car after giving him a nod, leaving him to wait in the parking lot as he headed for the entrance of the penitentiary, its pale yellow facade standing out against stark blue of the cloudless sky. John gingerly climbed the U-shaped staircase, promising himself with each step that he would succeed what the other attorneys before him had failed at. He squared his shoulders and pushed past double doors that led inside, his measured footsteps drawing the attention of some of the visitors that were waiting in line for the metal detectors. As one person after another passed through, he shut down the urge to shift in place or worry about the state of his suit. Not how I imagined this would go, exactly. As the detectors kept going off and hindering his progress forward, he reassured himself over and over again that he'd make it in time for the meeting.

"Next.", a male deputy directing the visitors in his line gestured for him to step forward. His briefcase made it on the conveyor belt first, passing through the scanner as he covered the rest of the distance to the walk through metal detector. One step, followed by anothed. Silence. He had almost made it on the other side, or at least his shoe had before the alarm sounded. "I need you to walk back and through the detector again, please.", the officer instructed, and he complied, going through slowly only for the blaring noise to repeat again. "One more time. Slowly.", the man gestured patiently while he let out a tired sigh as he turned on his heel and attempted the walk for the third time. For fuck's sake. He had nothing on him that could potentially set off the detector. "Step forward.", the deputy beckoned, "I need to pat you down. You have the right to refuse-" "I'm a lawyer, I know my rights.", John interjected quickly, then added in a calmer tone, "You have my permission." Refusing a pat down meant he'd be turned down from his visit. The man nodded, "Arms out. Feet apart." He followed the instructions, having been through a couple of in-person meetings with other clients in prison already. The frisk felt like it had lasted an eternity until the deputy finally declared he could gather his things and proceed to the waiting area where other visitors had already taken a seat after checking in about their appointments.

"Next in line.", an older female officer called out for him eventually once he took his place in that line. "Name of AICs?" "Good morning, I have a scheduled meeting with Nathaniel Mooney.", the anticipated look of displeasure appeared in her eyes before his usual charm even had a chance to kick in. "Another one. How long are you gonna last?", she mumbled under her breath as she typed away on the computer in front of her, the remark loud enough only for him to hear. He didn't let the words strip away at the slight smile he had offered her initially, the push-back and borderline loathing were expected with the task of representing defendants like Mooney. Instead of simply gesturing him to take a seat and wait for his name to be called, the deputy sent him a strange look before picking up the phone receiver. "Yes. Mooney. Okay. I will tell him to take a seat." "Is everything in order, Officer Gale?", John asked carefully the second she hung up. A bored look was all he got as response before she slid a visitor badge over to him, then muttered, "Yes. Please take a seat. Next."

John clutched his bag and headed for a vacant seat next to a well-dressed redhead, checking his watch as he sat down and slipped the plastic encased pass over his head. Almost time. A slender, manicured hand appeared from his left, "Can't say I was expecting I would be meeting the man representing Nathaniel Mooney today." He turned, meeting the green gaze of the woman next to him before he grabbed her hand for a handshake. "John Duncan.", the introduction was made in the usual tone reserved for other attorneys and potential clients. Everything about the redhead, including her smile, appeared calculating when she squeezed his hand, and he couldn't help but wonder if she had her sights set on his case and testing the waters, "Candice Donovan." The name gave him a pause, immediately making him think of Sabrina, then he shook off the thought, reminding himself he had to stay focused. It's just a surname. His hand returned to his knee as he leaned back in his chair and trained his eyes forward, feeling her gaze remaining on him still. "Rumor is, the last one ran out of here crying. Poor girl. Not everyone is built for our field of work.", the woman whispered, "Though, I've never had a particular taste for criminal law. So messy… bloody even.", the last part felt loaded, heavy, yet she casually recrossed her legs before letting out a quiet laugh and passing him a business card. Blue eyes darted to the matching badge nestled against her champagne colored silk blouse with a perfectly tied bow close to her neckline, "And yet here you are." "Oh, no, Mr. Duncan,", her voice lowered like she was letting him in on a little secret, "I'm meeting the man on top of this food chain, not one of his subjects."

"Donovan.", an officer called out her name. "And that's my cue. Good luck, darling.", she got up, smoothing down her black skirt before she picked up her bag Hermès bag off the ground next to her chair. Her nude high heels clicked away as she approached the man waiting to escort her, swooping into charming him next. He granted a final look at the business card and slipped it inside his bag. Over the years, he had met enough women like Candice Donovan, had even been blindsided by their charisma and skilled tongues, had made the mistake of getting involved with a couple on a personal level when he was first starting in the field. The type that would frown at "the bloodiness" of law, yet be secretly the first to sense the blood in the water and strike. John spent the next couple of minutes watching the room as visitor's after visitor's name were called, new people taking their vacated seats, Officer Gale warning walk-ins they might be in for a longer wait that day. "Duncan.", a gruff voice broke through the low chatter around him, and he was out of his seat in an instant, straightening his visitor badge on his way to the deputy. The man, wearing a tag that read 'A. Flynn", towered a good few inches over him and gave him a dark stare before muttering, "Follow me."

A black steel bar door buzzed behind him and they were off down a series of white hallways, separated by similar security entryways that got him deeper into the prison. Eventually, the man in front of him came to a stop and gestured to a dark gray door before he swung it open to reveal a small private room, reserved for visits by legal teams, "Take a seat." With that, Officer Flynn left him to get situated and shut the door behind him. John slipped into pulling out all the documents he would need and arranged them in neat piles on the only table in the room. 10 minutes passed, bringing him officially past the reserved time for the meeting with Mooney. The only noise, that would put lesser attorneys on edge as they sat in the tiny sterile space without any windows, was the sound of his watch ticking. Another 15 minutes went by where he started to wonder if something had gone wrong. He set for rearranging the files again, inevitably checking his phone for any messages or calls. Nothing. Rereading Sabrina's last text. A couple of calming breaths. Regretting he had skipped breakfast. No Mooney in sight. 10 more minutes, a terrible sign considering nobody from the personnel had bothered to show their face yet. Something's wrong, indeed.

John rose up, ready to knock on the door and demand an explanation for the delay, when it opened and the same officer that had led him there appeared in the doorway, his large almost frame blocking his view of another man in an uniform. "Counsel, I regret to inform you, the arranged meeting won't be taking place today.", his lips twisted into a dark smirk, no actual regret visible across his features, "Nathaniel Mooney is undisposed." "What is that supposed to mean?", John asked, his eyes narrowing at the man's tone. "I'm meant to escort you out, sir.", the last word was said with complete disdain as Officer Flynn stepped aside and gestured for him to exit the room promptly, "You can schedule a new visit." "You cannot just cancel my client's meeting without any notice." The man crossed his arms over his chest, "Tell that to Mooney, who decided it's a good time to stab an inmate with a fork right before his meeting with his new attorney." "I still think it's inappropriate and violating his rights to deprive him from a consultation with his legal counsel. This is not a family visit you can just deny." "If you have any complaints, you can direct them at Major Sinclair. He's the one that issued the order. All inmates are threated equal here and sanctioned accordingly for not following the rules, Mr. Duncan." "That's-" Just my luck. "Unfortunate for you? Or Mooney?", his tone was bordering on leering as John began to gather his things, "I'm sure the man he put in infirmary, whose eye was almost gouged out thinks the same about himself."

He could only imagine how that would be used by the prosecution at the actual trial, just another testament of his client's violent nature and urges he couldn't control. John straightened his back and picked up his bag, passing by the two officers as he exited the room, and he could tell they were enjoying every second of sending him away without even meeting Mooney. "When exactly did the incident occur?", John inquired while he got sandwiched between the two men on the way back. "If you have any questions, you can set a meeting with Major Sinclair and discuss those.", the younger officer ahead of him, whose name he hadn't had time to observe, grumbled out. It wouldn't have been any surprise if the words were paired with another sly grin. "It was a simple question. You could have called me in advance. Saved me the trip from Portland." "It was a genuine mix-up, sir." "Or karma. Serves you right for representing that bastard.", Flynn mumbled under his breath simultaneously, clearly wanting for John to hear. Hazing. Of course. On the inside, he could feel anger gripping at his chest, looking for an outlet, but he refused to let it out or any of the well-deserved words he wanted to direct their way to be vocalized. He suspected the fork incident had taken place long before that early morning and in reality they must have had time to alert him about the "punishment" bestowed upon his client. Yet nothing of sorts had happened because he in turn was being "punished", too. For doing his job. For accepting the "shitstorm" case. For refusing to cower under their scrutiny and holding his head high. It was bound for this occurance to be just the first one of many. There was a reason, as Candice Donovan reported, that the previous woman representing Mooney had ran out crying, and if past cases were anything to go by, he was willing to bet Nathaniel's nature was only part of the issue. But if people like Officer Flynn or Major Sinclair expected obvious cheap tricks like those would make him withdraw, they were all in for a rude awakening.

John kept his face relaxed as he waited in line yet again, this time to schedule another appointment. His fingers drummed against the surface of the booth in front of him while the woman across typed in his information. "First appointment I can give you is on Monday.", she announced matter-of-factly as his fingers formed a fist. How much he wanted to bang against the glass pane that separated them. To demand to see Mooney right then and there. He did none of that, instead he forced a smile, letting his charm do the work. "M'am, I really need to meet with my client before that. My return flight is in two days." Where the receptionist from the previous night or Penny would have melted at his gentle but still firm tone that reeked of authority, the officer just blinked slowly and said, "There's a 72-hours rule in place, meaning Monday as earliest." "Officer Reece-" "First appointment I can offer you is on Monday, Mr. Duncan.", she repeated before he could even finish his sentence, "Usually you can always come as a walk-in and wait for a slot to open up if there's a cancellation or a no-show, but Nathaniel Mooney has had his visitation rights revoked for 72-hours." "That's ridiculous." "It's the minimum, sir.", Officer Reece explained calmly, "Are you taking the Monday appointment? If not, I'd have to ask to step away while you're considering your options, because there are other people in line behind you." Fuck. He wanted to scream the word out, lose it like he had that morning in the shower. "Yes, Monday it is, then.", he nodded, grateful for his unwavering facade as he took a deep breath. "I'm penciling you in for the afternoon session, 12:15 pm." "Thank you." "Have a great weekend. Next, please.", the woman called in response. Great? The little "mix-up" was going to result him in having to explain to Clive how Mooney had attacked another inmate. To change his flight back to Atlanta, his personal "punishment" Flynn called karma resulting in him having to spend more time in a city that's been nothing but brutal to him from his arrival. Hope his "5 star" hotel had fixed the shower while he was away in Salem and would agree to extend his reservation so he won't have to hunt down for another one. Sure my weekend would be great.

"How is it going?", Leslie muttered as he leaned over Sabrina's shoulder, his attention setting on the footage she had pulled up. She propped up her head on her open palm, "Nothing yet, good news is, though, I'm halfway there." "Chances are even if the camera captured the car, it'd be too dark to make anything out." A sigh broke free when she found her coffee cup empty, "I know. But it's not like we have anything else to go off until we get back the enhanced clip from across the road." "Still, the gas station was a good hunch." It wasn't a "hunch", rather a vision that had led her there, but explaining that in any way that wouldn't make her seem like she had lost her mind, felt impossible, even to Leslie. "Yeah.", she muttered quietly. "How about a break?", Leslie nudged her before walking back to his desk, "We can grab some lunch before the interviews?" "Okay." Just then Oliver walked in with a take-out bag and plopped into his chair with a sign, "Ah, man, I swear I almost fell asleep in line. Damn, if I wouldn't kill for a shower, too." "You could go home, Ollie." The suggestion made him roll his eyes, "Sure, and then hear all about it from Buchanan." Sabrina shook his head, "He won't say anything." "Maybe to the all-stars. Me, on other hand?", he muttered as set on opening his food, "No matter what good old Oliver does… he only complains." "Okay,", Leslie took a look at his watch, "we heading out or what, Rina?" "One second.", she said, taking note of how far along she was before putting her computer into rest mode. By then her partner was already shrugging on his coat. She quickly threw on her jacket as well, then grabbed her bag on the way out. "Have fun, you two.", Oliver called after them as Leslie pulled the door open for her.

"The lawyer…", Parish mumbled the second their waiter had left the table in the small bistro they frequently stopped by for a bite. "My food isn't even here yet." He raised a dark eyebrow, seeing right through the attempt to avoid talking about John for a good few more minutes, "Spill, Rina." "How much did Oliver tell you all really?", she asked slowly. "Told you, he was live texting." "Like what?" She wasn't sure if she actually wanted to know the answer, knowing full well the extend of Oliver's sense of humor and the chaos he loved to cause. "Want to see the messages?" "Not really. Just… are the other guys going to look at me weird?", she was refering for the rest of the Missing Persons team and whoever else they had added to the group chat for the birthday party they had thrown for her months back. "No.", Leslie chuckled, "Now back to the lawyer." "John." "Hm?" "His name is John." A nod, "There we go, a start." "I was headed home, you know, as promised.", her remark got a smile out of him, "Sav would have gone to bed by then…I guess I didn't want to deal with Candice for a couple of extra minutes." "Yeah." Leslie knew the situation pretty well and was among the small group of people that saw through her mother's act.

"I see this well-dressed man in the lobby, staring daggers into unconscious Lenny,", his eyes narrowed at 'well-dressed', but she rushed to wrap up the story, especially seeing how the waiter had emerged from the kitchen and carrying over their meals, "I offered my help, tried to pass him onto Stockton, but he wasn't in…" She paused to mutter a quiet thank you as her plate was placed in front of her and she dug into the food that seemed less appetizing with her stomach in knots. Leslie did the same, taking a bite before nodding at her to continue. "Maxwell said I could write up the report for him since he was stuck across town. The guy-" "John.", Leslie corrected her, "You avoiding saying his name?" "No.", she absolutely was, "John didn't seem quite happy with the idea he'd have to wait hours for Stockton to return or stop by in the morning, so he agreed to sit down with me and get his case started." "Who wouldn't." She chose that moment to take a sip of water, almost choking on it, "Leslie." "I'm just being objective." "Sure.", she cleared her throat, "I marked down everything he could provide as information. He asked to make a phone call and then was on his way." Leslie's lips twisted into a smirk, "You forgot how he shouted, 'she's not my girlfriend' about some girl he called." Sabrina huffed, "Shouted? That's just Oliver's flair for dramatics." Not really, but saying otherwise wouldn't make you drop the subject, will it… "Rina." "Fine, maybe his voice was a bit raised, so what?" "Then?"

She could feel her cheeks heat up, so she looked down to her plate as she scooped up some more rice into her mouth, before replying, "Nothing." The way Leslie rubbed at his beard told her he had sensed a lead and wasn't going to back down, "I'm waiting." "I gave him a ride.", Sabrina brushed her hair out of her face, feeling frustrated at the fact things hadn't stopped there and that she didn't want them to, "He looked… lost. I guess I thought a small act of kindness wouldn't hurt when his day had been nothing but awful. Dropped him off at his hotel. End of story." He opened his mouth to ask more when her phone buzzed with a new text, that made her raise her finger as she opened it.

John: Still alive. Any lunch spots recommendations? The last thing I need right now is food poisoning.

"You're smiling way too much for this to be news from the lab.", Leslie's voice sounded and she looked up, feeling like she had been caught redhanded when she had done nothing wrong, "That him?" She ignored his question, her food quickly becoming forgotten while her fingers typed out a reply.

Sabrina: Depends… If you're looking for a fine dining spot, I won't be your girl.

John: I'm feeling cranky, (probably because I'm) starving, and I trust your judgement, so shoot.

"Rina?", Leslie called her name, tone full of amusement. Her eyes darted up to his before returning to her phone screen, "Yes?" "So he has your number.", it wasn't a question, but rather a statement.

Sabrina: There's a small restaurant, family owned, Italian, two streets from the precinct.

The spot she had recommended him was in the opposite direction of the restaurant where she was currently having lunch with Leslie, wanting to avoid running into him at any cost because she refused to allow things to get more awkward than they already were. She put her phone down, ignoring the fact it vibrated with a reply and turned back to her food. As she raised the fork to her mouth, she could feel Leslie's stare on her, "Yes, he has my number." "You gave it to him or he somehow found it?" "Leslie…" He shrugged, chewing on his food slowly before he pointed his knife at her, "Just doing my part, Rina. Trying to figure out if 'this guy' is a creep or not. So, well?" "I think he took one of my cards off my desk…" "He's texting your work number?" "Yeah." It wasn't a complete lie. "And now he wants?" "A good place to go for lunch." "He asked you out-" "No." "It wasn't a question." Her face scrunched up in confusion, "Nothing about his texts hinted at that, Leslie." He smiled, "Can I see?" "No.", the answer came out way too quickly, causing him to let out a laugh. Just great. Yet handing over her phone and having him see all the previous messages didn't seem like the best idea. Not when he'd insist on John's intentions even more then. Worry about her. "Just trust me on that. He's never been to Portland and considering his luck, he just wanted-" "You're saying that with way too much confidence. Like you know know him." A breathed out a sigh, "Just drop it, please. Change the subject." "Fine.", Leslie nodded, "But I'm telling you, he was asking you out." "And he chose to do it in the most roundabout way possible…why?" "Because he's afraid." It was her turn to chuckle, "Afraid?" "That you will say no, 'break his heart' or more like hurt his ego, considering he's a fancy ass attorney. So instead he's hoping you'd suggest keeping him company first…" Sabrina couldn't help but roll her eyes, "I think Ollie is rubbing off on you." Leslie's gaze shot up to her phone when it buzzed again, "Now, that is him asking you out. He couldn't handle waiting."

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basement-writings · 2 years

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~ Debt repaid in full ~

Yan!Childe x Weapon!Y/n

Note: I’m trying to explore my SoulEaterXGenshin AU with this headcanon/fic. Sorry that it got kinda sloppy at the end!! I’ll probably publish my overview of the au sometime but I keep on adding to it with many big-brain ideas. I’ll be opening requests for the au or just suggestions or questions about it! The next character I’ll be exploring will be Zhongli because I’ve been basing all my Archon headcanons with him, so it’ll be the easiest to write for! Also, I wrote this with Y/N being a chain spear weapon but it’s only brought up once, so g/n weapon?

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: semi-detailed gore (mostly just blood), nonmajor character death, unhealthy dynamic, and relationship, Mentions of heavy violence, Childe just being a menace <;/3

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The tales from the few delusion weapons that have worked with Childe tell of the many bloodbaths they’ve witnessed. Stories ranging from how he laughed as an enemy begged for mercy before reveling in the final blow to the wet sounds of the blood splashing underneath his shoes following where ever he went. But you could never guess that the man who killed hundreds of Meisters and weapons with only his vision and delusion was the same with the ever-so-charming laugh and showed the utmost kindness to his family. The complete 180 in personality from a cold-blooded murderer to a charming young man could give anyone whiplash. Childe has never sought to make a contract with a weapon himself, only ever using his vision, which changed upon meeting you.

He first took an interest in you when he was stationed in Lyiue, helping to collect debtors who had been causing issues for the Fatui. This client has been failing to repay the loan they took from the Northland Bank for a few months, so it was up to him to step in where his lackeys failed. But what he didn’t expect was for you to step between him and your friend. You’ve known of Fatui’s methods of collecting a debt; many people ‘suddenly go missing’ after getting behind on their payments. So when you saw your meister being cornered by one of them, you couldn’t just stand aside. Pleading, begging almost, that you would get the money to repay them, you just needed more time.

He admired your will to be able to stand up to a harbinger. The wildfire that lit up your eyes caused his pulse to skip a beat, like the adrenaline rush from battle. That was the day your ‘love’ story began.

His interest in you only grew the longer he watched you. How do you take up various jobs around Liuye to help your friend with their due debts? He was thrilled beyond belief when he watched you help clear out some hillcurlers bothering an elderly couple on the outskirts of town. The question of if he would ever make a contract with a weapon came back to him as he saw your arm shift into a chain spear. You moved akin to a dance, moving your body to the rhythm of your attacks, doing quick work of the hillcurlers. He was so fixated on you that he didn’t even notice how he had started to shake in anticipation and a growing beaming smile that uncannily stretched his face.

After his little watching session, he researched everything about you that he could find, memorizing the tiniest details from your favorite flower to your preferred sleeping position. He even went as far as to show up unexpectedly by you, revealing how your body went stiff. He’d try his charms on you, mixing flirtatious remarks with the ever-so-present time limit until the debt was due. He was quickly becoming somewhat of an acquaintance, much to your disappointment. But what he didn’t think of (or want) was finding out that the friend he initially came to get debt from was your meister. He’d show at night when your returning from a job, taking advantage of your worn-out self to try and plant seeds of doubt in your mind about how you are so much better than your current meister. It didn’t matter whatever relationship you had with this person; the only thing that mattered was that they were in his way of making you his.

The cool night air served as a sort of tranquility that you could lose yourself in any day. That is if there wasn’t a menace walking beside you, serving as a walking reminder of the approaching due date for the mora. You had lost interest in whatever he was talking about, being too exhausted from clearing out monsters for the past few hours to care. You didn’t need to be nagged and taunted by some harbinger who took it upon himself to annoy you daily.

Your autopilot walking was interrupted when the ginger abruptly stepped in front of you, leaning down to be at eye level with you. “I don’t get it, really,” he began, staring at you as if he could look into your soul for an answer, “ Why do you even stay with that meister? You’re practically being held back by them. You need someone more...experienced than them!” He chuckled, seeing you glare at him, trying to sidestep around him, but he got in front of you again. Being so close to his face, you could see his eyes' hollowness that you didn’t notice before. “Someone like me.” With how quickly he changed, he returned to the annoying carefree Childe you were used to—laughing at how you looked like you saw a ghost.

The rest of the walk had a heavy air as his words echoed in your head.

When the extended time limit came, you and your meister brought the exact amount to the Northland bank where childe was uncharacteristically quiet when the sack of mora was laid out in front of him. You can feel as if time had stopped when Childe presents that while you had gotten the payment for the loan, it had increased in the extended time he gave you. But he is not anything but generous and offers a compromise, saying he’ll erase all of your meisters debt if you agree to unify your contract with them and, in return, make one with him♡.

You’re both stunned and bewildered by his proposal. However, from how a sly smile creeps up on his face, you know he means every word. The audacity of the man in front of you. He so casually dehumanized you into a simple object that could be traded in a contract. Thankfully you and your meister both rejected his proposal, asking if there was anything else.

He pretended to ponder the idea before stating that there was a way to settle this fairly, practically eating up your full undivided attention on him. He would challenge your meister to a duel, hardly hiding the fact that this was his plan. The vision at his hip pulsing to life as your meister begrudgingly accepted. You could only watch as the gruesome match began. You wanted to look away so many times as the screams of your now late meister rang through the air.

You didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face as Childe walked to you, his prize. Staring down at you with those soulless eyes looked down at your crouched figure. He took off his bloodied glove and brushed your tears off as he cradled your cheek. Tilting your face upwards to meet his gaze, “I look forward to our newly formed contract (first)!” beaming a smile that didn’t match his void-like eyes.

Childe would make you his right hand in the Fatui, taking you away from Lyiue to his home in Snezhnaya. He doesn’t need to chain you down when your contract does it for him, detailing your obedience to stay by his side. He takes pride in wielding your weapon form, proving that he is better than your old partner. That you should be thankful, he decided to help bring out your true potential, only under him, of course. You’ve taken to just trying to block out all the cries and screams of the people victim to the harbinger, though you haven’t been able to wash the iron smell from you for months now.

New rumors of the infamous 11th Harbinger started circling through the low-ranking members and weapons in the Fatui. Tales of how where ever he fought, there would only be him and his weapon standing victor in the end. Dancing in a blood-filled ballroom, the red floor reflecting the sinful dance like a mirror—capturing how his hands tighten around your hand and waist, pulling you along to his rhythm—a mere victim to the beat of his war drum.

#yandere genshin impact #-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-#yandere childe #SoulEaterXGenshinAU #yandere genshin imagines #genshin x male reader #yandere childe x reader

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thefact0rygirl · 2 years

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monthly recs ;; june 2022

This month's list is made up exclusively of works recommanded by others in the Star Wars community! A sincere thank you to every creator on here, and not on this list, for continuing to make content 🤍 You are more appreciated than you know, and deserve so much recognition for all that you do!

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✨ Commander Cody by @livingthehighloaf

✨ Commander Cody by @thepatchycat

✨ A whole trooper rainbow by @cobaltbeam

✨ Overalls by @pinkiemme

✨ Bacta Info Sheet by @writingbylee

✨ Dark Side Divas

✨ YourWeirdAuntShop

the 501st

✨ Just because I said ‘wouldn’t it be funny’ doesn’t mean you need to go out and do it. by @wild-karrde | Rating: G*

anakin skywalker

✨ Where Catalysts Stand Down by sphinxscribe | Rating: T

arc trooper fives

✨ Drift by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ I Need to Feel by @gotomarvelgal | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Reflection by @damerondala | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Under the Sheets by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

the bad batch

✨ The Gym Membership by @imabeautifulbutterfly | Rating: T

baze malbus

✨ With Grace by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

boba fett

✨ Tender Affection by @bobafetts-princess | Rating: Explicit 18+

bodhi rook

✨ How Generous the Stars by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

✨ Warmhearted by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

cad bane

✨ The Hat Collection by @itsagrimm | Rating: Explicit 18+

captain rex

✨ A Glimpse of Us by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Call Me Home by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Call of the Sea by LadySongmaster | Rating: T

✨ Forever and for always by @tempest-sun | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

cassian andor

✨ Our Peace by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

clone commando gregor

✨ Three wishes by @rain-on-kamino | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander bacara

✨ Abrasion by @notquitecandid | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander cody

✨ academic rivals by @obixwan | Rating: G*

✨ ―and your people shall never be destroyed." by whymylife | Rating: G

✨ Bury Me Here by @morganas-pendragons | Rating: T*

✨ have mercy on my rough and rowdy days by @obixwan | Rating: G*

✨ Headcanons by @masterjedilenawrites | Rating: G*

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

✨ Just This Once by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander fox

✨ Caf Delivery Service by @palpipeen | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Commander Fox is Completely Fine by Maddy_B / @spacerocksarethebestrocks | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander wolffe

✨ The Hunt. by @moonstrider9904 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

✨ Pieces by @teletraan-meets-jarvis | Rating: M

✨ Take Care by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Welcome Company. by @uponrightful | Rating: Explicit 18+

crosshair

✨ Family Epilogue by @theangstyboiblog | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Fantasy Interrogation by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Last Time by @marshmellow-cannibal | Rating: M

din djarin

✨ “Breathe through your nose.” by @lowlights | Rating: Explicit 18+

dogma

✨ One More Hour by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

echo

✨ Make you feel my love by @rain-on-kamino | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Same Heart by @dumfanting | Rating: Explicit 18+

fennec shand

✨ Respite by @ficsnooneaskedfor | Rating: Explicit 18+

garsa fwip

✨ Respite by @ficsnooneaskedfor | Rating: Explicit 18+

hardcase

✨ “I licked it so it’s mine now!” by @wild-karrde | Rating: G*

hunter

✨ Toxic by @moonstrider9904 | Rating: Explicit 18+

kix

✨ Babysitting by @showerthoughtsonly | Rating: G*

obi wan kenobi

✨ One More Last Time by @pickleprickle | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Taking Flight by @pickleprickle | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ The Three Times You Meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the Last by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

original characters

✨ 𑁍⋆ Eya - Ep. III ⋆𑁍 by @galacticgraffitiaffiti | Rating: Explicit 18+

paz vizsla

✨ In Shades of Moonlight by @princessxkenobi | Rating: T*

plo koon

✨ Plo Koon (insecure reader) by @firstofficerwiggles | Rating: T

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healerelowen · 4 months

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Okay, so I just finished watching a play-through of Poppy Playtime chapter 3 and um

I have a lot of thoughts/pos

Btw, I don't support MobGames or anything in that nature. I just like the game for the story and cool characters.

Rant under the cut + Spoiler warning

My first thought is I love this chapter. I do enjoy the story telling while still being able to add more horrifying visuals that still are realistic in the world of the game. Especially with the whole 'dream hallucination' thing, which allows them to get creative.

Second, CatNap is so cool. I think he only says one line of dialogue and it's pretty hit or miss depending on whether or not you're listening. But that's why I liked Huggy Wuggy so much as an antagonist in Chapter 1. Huggy doesn't say a single word yet still manages to be perceived as threatening. CatNap is similar, in which he doesn't say much because he doesn't need to. Also purple cat, cool heckin design.

Another thing I like about CatNap is that people knew he was going to be the antagonist, he was always seen as a threat prior to the release of Chapter 3, but in the moment of seeing him in action, it pulls the rug from right under you. And I think that's really neat and it does a lot to establish how terrifying CatNap actually is.

Who the heck is Ollie. I mean, I don't hate him, and the name does ring a bell. But I'm not sure if I can recall an Ollie anywhere in the Poppy Playtime story pre-Chapter 3. Maybe it was in Project playtime somewhere and I missed it. But yeah, mysterious character I guess.

Umm, didn't really like Miss Delight that much. I mean, she works in the narrative of having a school at the PlayCare and the whole Bigger Bodies Initiative and what not. But I feel like she could've been more provoked or maybe get a little more of her character. Though there is more than one according to the tape showing The Hour of Joy, so that's probably the reason. It's fine I guess, I just want to see less filler characters going forward, if any at all. Some fleshing out of formerly introduced characters would be interesting.

Dogday, man. It honestly makes me feel so bad for him. Like, from what we can gather from what he says, the Smiling Critters all collectively agreed that the Prototype wasn't really okay with them. And CatNap, seeing that as protest, either did what he did to Dogday or potentially worse to them, or even maybe just straight up killed them. And that's so sad to think about. Also his whole bit actually unnerved me quite a bit. Usually I'm not disturbed with stuff from Poppy playtime (i.e what happened to Mommy Long Legs in Chapter 2), but that was the first time I got an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

One hell of a final fight holy shit. CatNap just going full out truly shows that he knows what he's doing, he knows who you are, and we don't have any other mention that CatNap has done that with any other Playtime Co. employee. It's very deliberate, and I like it. Also his death is brutal. All of them are, and Dogday definitely got the worst of it, but holy shit man. Looks like Huggy, if he is dead, got a more merciful death.

I mean, yeah he fell after hitting a bunch of pipes, but also we don't know if he's dead or not. Mommy Long Legs had a pretty gruesome death, being grinded up alive by a machine while knowing that if you die you'll become a part of presumably the Prototype is quite the troublesome death. I already talked about Dogday and how disturbed I was with his technical death. CatNap's was surprising, because it wasn't an 'if he was going to die', it was a 'how he was going to die'. And um, yeah being electrocuted, set ablaze, burnt to a crisp then stabbed in through the mouth by the Prototype will do it. Though I would like to see more of CatNap and Mommy Long Legs in future chapters, they're definitely my favorites.

Kissy Missy, oh my lord. The sounds of her screams from above the lift was so upsetting. I love Kissy Missy, please don't let her be doomed by the narrative please I'm begging I can't take the emotional turmoil.

Those are most of my main thoughts, though I will say more if people want to hear me talk about Poppy Playtime some more.

#rant #i love talking about lore #so fun #love ranting #yippee

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thesmallmeggles · 1 year

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Two weeks ago, caelumcxiv on R/Hi-Fi Rush posted screenshots of Zanzo's office taken with help of a camera mod. While I'm unsure if I can repost the images here, (I don't have any way to contact Caelum), I did want to talk about them. So here we go! Text incoming.

The first image is a closer look at the couch. In addition to revealing the full pose and intense expression of the body pillow image, Zanzo has his top secret Vandelay reports in plain sight. *Sigh...* Maybe Zanzo thinks hiding things in plain sight is a good strategy, but still.

The second and third images are closer looks at the book stacks. There's a Weekly Vandelay Comic issue featuring a story called Karate Dragon. ("Defeat The Enemies!") A Vandelay branded video game strategy guide ("You can clear this video game!!") - its cover shows a knight fighting a dark shadowy figure under a lightning filled sky and surrounded by fire. (A project from the now defunct Vandelay Game studios?) A Men's Fashion Magazine which is, you guessed it, also Vandelay branded. Beneath it is what I assume is another comic book called M-Y (Monkey? Mercy? Muscly? Mighty? Mayday? IDK) KAR.

It's difficult to see what the other books/magazines in the stack are because they're covered but there are some more comics. I can see a Vandelay logo magenta and white cover under Karate Dragon. Under Strategy Guide is COMIC, another M-Y KAR, and a book titled "M- F or E-". There's a strategy guide on the stack next to the men's fashion magazine. Are all of these individually textured like the vending machine drinks? 🤔

All of the cover models appear to be robots. The one on Karate Dragon looks similar to Ryuu from Street Fighter. Fashion model has slicked down hair, round purple glasses, a yellow jacket over a red turtleneck and green pants. (I'm picturing Zanzo dressed like that in my mind's eye. ✨)

Vandelay Technologies sure has their thumb in a lot of pies. I'm inclined to think this is Kale era exclusive. But we don't know for sure. 🤷‍♀️

Fifth image is a close up on the taped up papers. The top row is concept art and calculations for the ZP-1500 (that giant robot boss from Chapter 11).

Points of Interest Left-Right: First equation sheet. Zanzo is aware of the laser arm elbow joint stability. Sticky note I can't read. (I or / something h-e? Here?) Head of the Robot with parts labelled. "Light", "Eye", "Ear". The jaw is denoted as "Joe". (Out of universe, it's probably the artist's signature. In universe, Zanzo might have had a brain fizzle moment.) "20 × (5-x^2)=??" That doodle of a robot getting fried by a laser. "Huge!" written on sticky note. The laser has a 30 degree angle blast field. Second equation sheet. "Zanzo's Perfect Robot" and another labeled drawing - this one full body. Back "Booster", "Laser" arm, central "Core".

ZP-1500 apparently has an "eject" feature in the pelvic area. (Written in blue, harder to read.) Let's not speculate on that. 😅 (Developer/Designer Joke?)

The finance section of the Vandelay News is part of this paper collection. Roquefort's portrait is scribbled out. There's also a graph next to a Research Result paragraph. "Tampered" is written over the graph.

The sixth and final picture Caelum shared is a front facing perspective of raised brow Chai and serious Peppermint at Zanzo's computer. Cool. 👍

#hi-fi rush #hfr #zanzo #hi fi rush zanzo #hfr spoilers #my observations #credit to original poster #from reddit #i like details

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ectogeo-rebubbles · 3 months

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For the WIP ask game: hand

(for this ask game. PLEASE send me more asks guessing words that might appear in my WIPs everyone. <3)

Okay you really hit the jackpot with this one, "hand" shows up in quite a lot of sentences in my wips, and almost all of them are fun even out of context. So here is most instances. Some of them are nsfw. I'll also put some of these below the cut since there's so many. XD

the sloanshir soulmate AU that's really a garashir soulmate AU (but nobody in the fic ever learns that):

He could just barely see a silhouette against the backdrop of stars, a figure seated in his reading chair with hands steepled.

He knocked the phaser out of his hand easily, then grabbed his wrist painfully tightly and forced his arm back in a direction that it didn’t want to go.

And he had to finally push past his fears and tell him how he felt about him. It couldn’t wait any longer, not with the hands of fate tightening around his throat.

unnamed sloanshir wip that I'm realizing is actually ready to post as soon as i think of a title lmfao:

He held up one hand and examined it.

Broken Link garashir:

“I have to be on hand to help Odo, and, besides, I’m not in the habit of sitting out the missions I get assigned to,” he said, slipping into light sarcasm.

Julian draped his arms over Garak’s shoulders, while Garak’s hands dropped to Julian’s waist.

starbase 375 strip poker (apologies that I clearly haven't written most of the smutty parts of this fic yet lmaoooo):

The three of them were all much more interested in sipping at the drinks in their hands, each wishing the next mouthful would bring peace of mind.

A few hands in, Garak collected the pot and then asked what the point of gambling like this even was when the chips were the only thing they might win or lose.

“In my academy days,” Ross said, “when you lost a hand, you’d have to take off an article of clothing.”

“If we’re going to fight over the details, you changed the rules after you’d already won the hand.”

Even a winning hand could only delay the inevitable.

Sisko steadied him with hands on his lower back.

astral plane sloanshir:

Garak started to protest, but Julian squeezed Garak’s hand and continued.

“Ah, I see.” He kissed Julian’s hand. “I suppose I have no choice but to trust you.”

“You won’t ever truly wake up again, and you’ll only stay alive for as long as Starfleet Intelligence still thinks it’s useful to keep scanning the contents of your mind—but I suppose I could be persuaded to take mercy on you and kill you as soon as we verify your formula for the cure, rather than let them get their hands on you."

“It’s now or never, Sloan,” Julian said, squirting lube into one hand then slathering his cock with it.

second skin siskarak:

“Yes, yes,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “That was before you put me in a situation where I had to kill someone in self-defense."

Garak guided Sisko’s hand below his waistband and between his legs.

With a gasp and a gush of fluid, Garak’s tapered cock slid out into Sisko’s hand.

Sisko ran his hands slowly up the back of Garak’s thighs, appreciating the texture of his scales.

"debriefing":

Garak knelt in front of him and then painstakingly slowly ran his hands down along the outside of his legs. Julian shivered and suppressed all of the encouraging and inappropriate little noises he wanted to make. When Garak reached his ankles, he rotated his hands around and started slowly sliding them back up.

#asks #fuzzyhairedfreak #ask game #wip word ask game #my fic #garashir #sloanshir #siskarak

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aeferkssr · 1 year

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FUNKY LITTLE SELF INSERT VOICELINES IV

SYP. four out of seven regions visited, and many move adventures to be had! good luck travelers! may the gods show mercy upon your wandering soul

CHARA. aether

WARNINGS. paimon neglection :( /j rap god paimon is it obvious that i can’t think of any?

COMMENTS. now if I said how long this have been in my drafts you would laugh at me. but alas, better late than never! woo chapter 4 (well i guess its chapter 3 since mondstadt was the prolonge) of funky little self insert voicelines yay. also heads up that the text in bold is the actual voice line!!!

mond. liyue. inazuma. masterlist.

ABOUT THE EREMITES

of course with a new region calls for a wider range of enemies to go against, but the eremites seemed to stick out to you the most. you have fought other humans before such as the treasure hoarders and the inazuman kainagi, but the different classes of eremites that were constantly on all of your backs seemed fresh.

After raiding another eremite camp, paimon comes out of her pocket dimension as you and aether look to see what was in the chest they were guarding:

" the eremites are a real motley crew..." Paimon says as she looks around the camp with her hands on her hips. The camp was littered with discarded weapons, red pieces of fabric varying in qualify, and the occasional artefact.

aether shifts back his attention from the lot in the chest to paimon, "there’s certainly a diverse range of characters” he comments.

“i guess they are…” you say, while thinking about the many ranks of eremites you three have come across, your thoughts slightly wavering when you remember the eremite galehunter to which you quickly distract yourself by looking back to the contents of the chest

paimon hums as she comments “hmmm... yeah, that could explain it! paimon can play lots of different characters too.”

you and aether giving the pixie a strange look that screams “????” as she continues:

“judgy paimon, knowledgeable paimon, helpful paimon…” she says as she lists off some of her characteristics

aether mumbles under hsi breath while going back to sorting out what was in the chest, “…and of course the classic, completely-misses-the-point paimon”

as paimon continues to list off her best characteristics, you and aether silently slip away after collecting all of the chest’s loot. paimon turns around to ask what you guys think her best attributes are just to see you two not siting at the chest

“wh- where did they go?” paimon looks around for the pair of travelers just to see them a few feet away from her, walking away to find more chests.

“waah, don’t leave paimon!”

ABOUT SUMPTER BEASTS

sumeru is definetly your favourite place to explore right now! the air is so fresh, there are a wide range of both flora and fauna and even those ziplines were a ball of fun. but your favourite had to be the tons of wild animals in the jungle. of course they were dangerous, but they were unique to the sumerian jungle and were quite entertaining to watch.

paimon seemed to enjoy the sumpter beasts in particular:

“sumpter beasts are adorable! paimon likes how the people who keep them give them each a special name based on their most distinctive traits!” paimon says after just meeting a sumpter beast named after his big feet.

“hey Paimon! If you were a sumpter beast, what would your name be? "you asked palmon who hummed before she answered:

"Well.. paimon thinks they would call her compass. Cause she's the best travel guide in teyvat!" you chuckle before ruffling her hair.

“for all we know, the sumpter beasts might be giving us a name in return. maybe thats how they respond when we call their name”

Your eyebrows knitted at the thought of their name choices. Most likely they would talk like kichiboushi back in inazuma, or their dialect were far moreadvanced than ours which would explain why we can't understand them

"really? so what kind of name do you think they'd give us?"

the traveler then makes some deep gurgling sounds, which result in paimon being annoyed and you being thoroughly amused.

"How is anyone supposed to understand that!?" the pixie shouts. aether clears his throat before answering:

“Vociferous Pestiferous Melliculus Niveous Micro-Bipedal”

huh…

aether continues "that's the scientific name, of course"

"oh? what would the common name be then?'

aether smirks as he replies “noisy two-legged critter”

now paimon's fuming, "hey! why keep only the negative traits?”

ABOUT ARANARA TONGLE TWISTERS

"As the mighty travelers and their flying friend, the illustrious palmon, win yet another battle they retreat back to their base. For another adventure they shall seek out another day."

you tell your story like a bard entertaining drunk ears. The walk back to Madame Ping's table was less tiring thanks to your dramatic reenactment of your most recent adventure.

"The aranara were a lovely crew, the travelers’ hearts filled with joy after time at festival utsava. The music, food, and general atmosphere were essential to keep their spirits healthy and their hearts pure.”

"Amarama, arana, araja, even aramuhukunda will be remembered in their adventure throughout vanarara- vara- ra- va- hmm…” you stutter at the end of the sentence. aether, who was listening to your musing encouraged you to continue despite the hiccup.

" the aranara born from ararakara- arana- no…” you continue, a little slower this time “born from ararakalari… you know what? nevermind, story times over.” the other traveler laughs at your evident struggle as he tries to show off, pulling out a slip of paper from his pocket and tried his very est to read it without tripping up, but does as well as you did earlier.

paimon comes back into your teapot’s common area with all the food that her tiny hands could carry, which was apparently almost everything in the fridge.

“Paimon, do you ever find that the word "Aranara" trips you up?” aether asks as he tries to ignore paimon basically raiding his fridge.

paimon answers after swallowing the food that she basically shovelled into her mouth “hmm. why, does it trip you up? maybe that’s because you don’t really say anything most of the time.”

“Hey! I speak when I have to " he rebuts as you agree with palmon. She really does do most of the talking for your little group. Palmon giggles before continuing;

“unlike paimon! paimon has to talk all the time, so she never gets stuck on words.”

"Okay... " aether starts while handing over the slip of beige paper to the bragging pixie, who had gust finished her evening ‘snack’ “try reading this then." paimon takes the sheet and starts reading with knitted brows:

“arana the aranara exercises ararakalari in the nearby area. Narana the Nara picks Padisarahs in a parallel area futher a feild. narana the padisarah-picking nara had arranged to invite Arana the Aranara to the bar to befrend Lambad. but alas, Arana the Ararakalarí- exercising Aranara professed a preference to Padisarah - picking Nara, Narana for venturing to Vanarana to view the panorama. On account of Arana the Aranara's antipathy to bar drama, Narana the Nara relented and upon accompanying the latter on a Vanarana-panorama adventure encountered another Aranara, named Arama."

what the...?

both you and aether looked each other with your mouths wide open. she didn’t even stutter in her words, and even said the terrifying tongue twister with full fluency.

“how…” you started, not quite sure how to piece together the right words to say, “how did you do that?”

“like paimon said, if you would talk more you’d be able to read… whatever this is… with as much fluency and elegance as paimon!” paimon says as she lightly places her small fingertips on her chest, mimicking a look of superiority. this look soon faded when she stared to question what exactly she just read a few moments ago

“this must be one of those really weird dreams, right...” paimon says before raising her hand to her forehead, slightly rubbing it to soothe her pounding head “ugh, but this headache feels pretty real...”

#twilighttheatre #genshin impact #genshin #aether genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #aether x reader #✎ works ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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