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gay-dorito-dust · 7 months
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Can I have blue beetle headcanons of Jaime's lover who is adored by Khaji Da and maybe the scarab tends to always encourage Jaime to stay by his lover's side at all times?
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It took a bit for Khaji-Da to warm up to you, but during this time the scarab would become a silent spectator to your relationship with their host. Khaji-Da bore witness to the sweetest moments of your relationship where you both unabashedly showered the other in an abundance of love and support in the others ambitions, dreams and aspirations; wholeheartedly believing in the others capabilities to do anything and everything.
However the one that stuck out to the scarab came down to the time you found out about Jaime was Blue Beetle at possibly the worst way. It was during his hardest fight to date against a strong villain that seemingly had him down for the count with how unnerving it was to see an unmoving Jaime. So much so that you disregarded your current circumstances to call out to your boyfriend, hanging onto hope that you could give him the strength to send this villain packing.
‘Come on Jaime, you need to get up! I want you to get up so I know you’re okay because I don’t want to continue this life without you! You’re the strongest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know. You’ve persisted through so much whereas anybody else would’ve given up and I’m not allowing you to give up now! Not when you’ve come so far! And you, Scarab, if you can hear me, I don’t want you giving up either! You both have got what it takes to win this fight! Now I want both of you to get back up and fight until that bastard doesn’t have the strength to stand back up!’ Your cries were enough to urge both Jaime and Khaji-Da to get back up and finish the fight; emerging victorious.
Khaji-Da: you heard your lover, Jaime Reyes.
Jaime: I heard them, now let’s go kick some ass.
Ever since then Khaji-Da had grown fond of you and Jaime couldn’t help but find it hilarious with how you had a sentient scarab, whom that wanted nothing more then to stay within close proximity of you at all times. Not that Jaime was complaining, he’d love being by your side constantly but has found himself being the one to tell you everything Khaji-Da is saying to him within his head.
Ngl he kinda felt like he was the odd man out but with a few of your special kisses and cuddles, that was all soon well and truly forgotten about.
Jaime: why do you want me near them all of the time, they’re safe and sound. We got rid of that villain weeks ago, so what’s your deal?
Khaji-Da: you should stay by your lover for as long as you can Jaime, for despite the danger having been subdued and peace resorted, I still wish for you to enjoy the simplicity of your courtship. They’re good for you.
Jaime muttering to himself* did I just get a blessing from a scarab to continue dating my partner?
Again Jaime wasn’t one to complain about spending more time with you, if anything the moment Khaji-Da suggests that he spend the day with you, Jaime was already two steps ahead and was already bolted down to your house before Khaji-Da could finish speaking.
Khaki-Da is also very protective over you, so that whenever the Scarab thought you were in danger, they’d take over from Jaime and get in between you and whatever Khaji-Da thought posed a threat to you. Jaime is embarrassed, like extremely so but you couldn’t help but find it funny with how quick Khaji-Da was to go on the offence when an innocent puppy came up to sniff you.
Jaime: I am so fucking sorry, that was all Khaji-Da, not me.
Khaki-Da: and I’d do it again. The puppy was encroaching on our territory.
Jaime: IT WAS A PUPPY-
Needless to say not only do you have the most perfect boyfriend but also an overprotective sentient scarab that will not leave you alone. They’re a package deal. You want the cute boy, you also get the scarab attached to his back for free. Literally.
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fallingdownhell · 2 months
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May I request Zhongli, Itto, Kaveh and Cyno with an s/o who's got crazy good luck? They could win any challenge or game presented to them, never get hurt (to badly), and are always making loads of cash (somehow).
I can imagine at least one of those characters getting jealous over something like this.. Characters Included: Itto; Cyno; Zhongli; Kaveh Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; crack??; some fluff and comedy; nothing too serious here, just some funny headcanons Word count: 942 words Have fun with this<3
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Itto
the man, the myth, the legend himself..
he gets SO incredibly jealous. When he challenges you jokingly at first, and you keep winning against him..
His pride is on the line here, okay?
you win a match of TCG against his amazing deck? That's fine, he can always challenge you for another round
but when you keep on winning and winning, he gets more and more desperate with each passing round
okay, screw TCG. How about a beetle fight? He's sure to win this, no doubt about it!
...what do you mean he lost again?
he's heartbroken. Will fall to the ground in disbelief. Have the gods truly forsaken him now?
a little drama queen about it, but it wouldn't be the Itto you know and love if he wouldn't act like this
still, you do feel a bit bad about it. To the point where you decide to only do the bare minimum and let him win against you, so he'll cheer up again
when he does win, his spirit is back up again immediately, bloating about his superior victory for the rest of the day. Like, seriously, he won't shut up about it anymore
unless someone were to mention all his previous losses, then he's back to sulking again
however, the next day, all is forgiven and forgotten again
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Cyno
one night, after dinner, he was talking about his new deck in TCG when you decided to ask him if he could teach you how to play
immediate sparkles in his eyes as he gets all excited and pulls out a new set of cards for you. He's been waiting for this day to come!
takes his time to explain the rules to you and helps you build your deck. If you ask him questions, he answeres them paitently
then comes the time for your first duel. Even though you are his partner and it's your first ever match, he doesn't plan to go easy on you. Well, maybe a bit, but he still will take this match very seriously
But when you end up winning against him, he's dumbfounded. How did you manage to do that?
He'd quietly mumble something about beginners luck, then challenges you to a rematch. This time, he plans to go all out
...and he looses again
now thourougly confused, he's looking at his cards like he might find the answer in them, while you are laughing your ass off. Your stomach hurts from all the laughing, but you can't calm down. Cyno's just so cute when he looks so shaken up
it's a mystery to him, how you could win against him, despite him having the better cards, the better deck and obviously having more expierence playing the game
in the end, he does swallow down his pride and congratulates you to your win, though he will work his deck over and challenge you again at a later point in time
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Zhongli
as an adventurer, it is unavoidable that people get injured every now and then. It's just a risk that comes with the profession
and yet, Zhongli has never seen an injury on you more severe than a cut and maybe some darker bruises
don't get him wrong, he's glad that you're not getting hurt all the time. It's just that your stories and the results don't match up most of the time
"And get this. Then, a huge rockfall comes falling down in our direction! Can you imagine that?" "Darling, that's very serious. How did you manage to avoid that?" "I don't know. Guess I just got lucky. I only got hit my a small one on the head, but it wasn't even big enoug to give me a concussion, so all's good!"
"I almost fell down a cliff today!", "A group of Ruin hunters attacked us today!", "We got locked in a cave, but luckily, they were connected to other caves, so we got out no problem."
almost every other day, you come home with a similar story and every time, Zhongli questions just how much luck one single human can possess to come out mostly unharmed every single time
still, every time you set out for work, he can't help but worry about you. What if one day, your luck runs out on you? You reassure him that you're careful, but it does little to appease his mind when you come home with yet another tale to tell...
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Kaveh
Kaveh isn't one for gambling, never has been and never will be. Though, he knows that you like to induldge from time to time, so when you invite him to come along with you, he agrees
and then he witnesses you winning each and every game you partake in. Doesn't matter how rigged the games might be, you make it look so simple
with a huge grin on your lips, your arms raise into the air as you declare your victory one again, and he's left dumbfounded
when he catches a quiet moment, he can't help but ask you about it
"I don't know. I just always had really good luck when it comes to those type of games.", would be your nonchalant explanaition
now he gets why you don't go out to play more often. You'd get banned from every single location if you were to do this regularely
Going home from a place like this with such a massive win.. he's too stunned to speak, but nonetheless very impressed and proud of you for it
will accompany you more often when you want to go out to gamble again, just to see your excited and joyful expression again
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spencersssockss · 3 months
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Entomophobia
Summery: Spencer says I love you to you for the first time.
Warnings: not many besides the fact that there is lots of cute fluff, mention of spiders, and Beatles and I think that's all!
Word count: 700
A/n: this is super short but I hope you guys enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️
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Spencer rushed out the door quickly after hearing your blood-curdling scream. You stood on the chair book in your hand.
“Y/n, what's wrong?” he asked standing a couple feet away from you.
“It's a bug, it's really big!” you trembled. “It tried to climb up my leg,” you added tears threatening to spill.
“It's okay, let me get it for you,” he replied taking a step closer to see what kind of bug it was.
“Oh,” Spencer said as he stepped closer to the bug on the porch below you. “It's just an Eastern Hercules Beetle, it's harmless,” he said before picking it up making you shriek in horror.
“No, no, getaway, it's gross and scary,” you begged watching as Spencer walked it over to a tree in the front yard and put it on a branch.
“There, it's gone now,” Spencer chuckled. He knew he had weird phobias with germs and all but it was hilarious seeing you be so scared of a harmless little creature.
“It's not funny,” you pouted taking a step back when he offered a hug.
“No hug?” he asked eyes widening.
“Nope, not until you wash your hands,” you reply marching into the house with the book in your hand.
“Fine then,” Spencer mumbled before washing his hands in the kitchen and following you into the living room.
“Okay, you can hug me now,” you say smiling as he wraps his arms around you in a large hug. “You're my night in shining armor you know that?” you ask smiling once again.
“Just because I picked up a harmless Beatle that you accused of terrorizing you?” he asked smirking into your neck.
“Yup, I'm honestly more afraid of bugs than I am Hotch, and that's saying something,” you say giggling before Spencer pulls away from the hug.
“No way, I think hotch is much scarier,” Spencer replies before sitting down on the sofa, gesturing for you to join him.
You sat next to him and he pulled you on top of him allowing you to rest your head on his chest.
“To help you get over your fear of bugs we are going to watch a documentary about them!” he announced clicking on some insect video and pressing play.
“This is going to give me worse nightmares than any case I've ever worked on,” you groaned eyes widening as a tarantula appeared on the screen.
“On no, not a spider,” you groaned before the narrator started.
“The funnel web spider is incredibly venomous.” “This Australian spider has a venom that is packed with 40 different toxic proteins.” “Though a bite from one of these creatures is certainly capable of killing a human, no deaths have been reported from a funnel web spider in Australia since 1980.” the narrator spoke before the images of the bites from one appeared on the screen, making your stomach turn.
“No, no more, I would much rather have to deal with my fear of bugs than continue to see that gross monster on the tv,” you groaned standing up.
“To be fair, I'm pretty sure I put the wrong one on,” Spencer replied before standing up and following you to the bedroom.
“We should just cuddle,” you spoke before climbing into your bed and crawling under the sheets. Spencer crawled in beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. The two of you sat in silence for a while before you felt something crawling up your legs.
Of course, right after the documentary, you tapped Spencer's shoulder only to find out he was sleeping.
The light crawling continued before Spencer jumped up out of bed and chuckled at the sight of you curled up in a ball too scared to see what might have been crawling on your leg.
“I got you!” “you should see the look on your face!” he laughed before sliding back into bed.
“Not funny,” you scolded eyebrows furrowing.
“It totally was,” he replied as you laid your head in the crook of his neck.
“Your adorable,” he spoke running his hands softly through your hair. “I love you, you know that?” he asked kissing your forehead.
“I love you too,” you purred.
“Even though I think the fact you are terrified of bugs is hilarious?” Spencer asked his hand resting on your lower back.
“Even though you think it's funny and it's not,” you replied pecking his lips gently.
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dollfaceksj · 7 months
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GIRL THE WAY ID BE THROWING UP IF I GOT THAT MESSAGE 😭😭 LIKE WDYM "COME OUT"?? no hello how are you jus straight to the point
well let’s see what tae has to say!
i’ve been brainstorming this lore since like the 2nd or 3rd drabble. it’s rlly sad guys. i just love angst too much. you have been WARNED. i took out some of it bc to me it was a little too much lmao. a little too dark. the too dark stuff might come back later. its just details. so yeah. i took out a bit of the sadness but its still sad. uve been warned.
going to sleep right after this so scream at me all u want. 😘
taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #18
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‘Come out’
COME OUT
worry is already bubbling up the back of your throat
you turn to jungkook. “what the fuck do i do?”
“calm down,” he whispers, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “pretend you’re asleep.”
you shake your head. “that’s gonna make it more obvious. what if he comes all the way here and continues to try and wake us up and then he’ll see the state of this damn tent when we open up?” you say while sliding on your shoes
jungkook clicks his tongue as he contemplates. “alright, whatever you do, just don’t admit, alright? we’re not exactly in an area where we have hospitals and stuff.”
you nod to what he’s saying but his last words snap you out of it
???
your heart is already starting to beat quicker than it should
“hospital??? why a hospital??? you think he’s gonna get violent?”
he shakes his head. “i’m not explicitly saying that, i’m just saying someone could get hurt whether that’s through a fight or by accident. like he could get angry and trip or hit something with his fist. we don’t exactly have anything here to take care of him.”
you blink at him for a few moments as you start tugging your pants back up and try to fix your hair
he’s so?? calm about that
he knows tae would be angry and try to fight him but he’s calm to keep you calm
:(
he adds, “just calm down, okay? i’ll be near if you need me.”
you shake your head. “no, you need to stay far away from me when i’m talking to taehyung.” you start to unzip the tent and glance back at him
just in time to watch him yank his condom off
ugh gross
you groan, “what are you going to do with that thing!!!”
“i don’t know!!! what am i supposed to do????”
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
at least he’s funny 😭😭
“y/n,” he calls out to you before you exit the tent
you turn to look at him over your shoulder
“just breathe.”
the words are so insignificant
but in this moment
they mean so much
you nod your head. you slowly crawl out and look around, the only thing that has some light is the campfire but if you squint
you see tae’s silhouette by the campfire
you take a deep breath
you can do this
you can do this.
you slowly walk up to him, watching as his figure becomes bigger and bigger until he looks up at you
“hey,” you quietly say
your hands are sweating like fucking crazy
“hey.” he rises to his feet. “come,” he says as he starts walking away from the campfire
and
away from civilians…..
where is he taking you??
why are you so nervous
just calm down
don’t get it wrong though
you’re not scared of tae, never will be
on the contrary actually he’s your home
but the tension is weird.
you quietly follow him
“where are we going?” you quietly ask
the crunching of the branches underneath your feet and the sounds of beetles making noise fill up your ears
he replies, “somewhere private, obviously.”
what the hell
what the HELL?
what’s up with him
WHAT IS GOING ON
everyone’s asleep? why would u need privacy
now you’re starting to get scared
not of him but of what he has to say
fuck
your heart is beating out of control
just breathe. breathe. jungkook said to breathe.
tae stops near the open road, leaning against a tree
you look at him confused
you start, “sooo… what did you want to talk about?”
he crosses his arms.
as if you’re supposed to know
you frown
huh???
what is going on?
fuck
have you and jungkook been too obvious after all?
you manage to collect yourself and ask, “what?”
he pinches his brows together. “jungkook.”
heart
freefalls to your feet
oh shit
oh no
oh no
“what about him?” you try to sound casual
he tilts his head to the side. “did you forget? i was going to tell you about him.”
?
wait
oh shit
oh he’s talking about
jungkook being sensitive???? going through a lot??
OH PHEWWWWW
Holy shit
thought it was about to be your last day on earth
“oh. oh!” you snap out of your thoughts. “yeah, right. right. what’s going on?”
taehyung takes a deep breath as he starts talking about jungkook
“listen. jungkook has a lot of issues and emotional baggage that you need to take into consideration when you say certain stuff to him.”
hm?
what…
this sounds..
pretty dark?
“what do you mean?”
he sighs and rubs his eyes. “i mean that you’re a bit harsh on him sometimes. jungkook grew up in a messy household. shitty dad. busy mom.”
oh right
his mother is a sensitive topic
you say, “okay, that’s sad but a lot of people grow up in broken homes.”
he nods. “you’re right but a lot of people react differently to trauma.”
ohhh kay
we getting into trauma territory ???
“and how does he react?”
“after witnessing his parents arguing and in physical altercations, jungkook decided that romance was nothing for him because he associates marriage and love with what he saw growing up.”
you blink at him.
oh
that’s actually kinda sad
you wonder how young jk was during these things :(
poor guy
“so, how’s his relationship with his parents now? does he still talk to his mom?”
he shakes his head. “his mother passed away. dad didn’t even show up to the funeral. made 15 year old jungkook go through it all on his own.”
(backstory for that is even sadder so i took it out.. might come later)
if you’ve ever felt like your heart imploded within your ribs
it was in this exact moment
the birthflower tattoo :(
you glance at the ground. “what about his dad?”
“his piece of shit dad only throws money at him. he’s rich so he thinks pumping jungkook’s bank account full of money is a good way of raising him.”
oh
that’s why
“oh. that’s why he always seems to have money but is never working a job…” you think out loud
taehyung nods his head at your epiphany
you continue, “and always wearing seemingly expensive clothes. his sneakers, the calvin klein boxers… hm.” you nod your head
he nods again but slowly stops. “what?”
???
“what?” you echo
“how do you know what kind of boxers he wears?”
fuck
oh no
you blink quickly. “what?”
he stares you down head-on. “you just said he wears calvin klein. how do you know that? what situation would you need to be in in order to know that?”
fuck
oh god
just calm down
jungkook said to stay calm and breathe
don’t admit
“tae, i share a tent with him. you think he shyly hides his shit away from me when he takes clothes out of his bag? he doesn’t really care.”
wow
you really just talked shit and it worked
cause tae’s frown subsides
“oh okay.” he rubs his chin. “well, now you know why jungkook is looking for affection anywhere he can get it because he doesn’t really care for romance.”
“oh,” you manage to say, a bit choked up. because that’s. really sad.
ugh
“he was once head over heels for a girl. it’s like she made him forget about everything.”
oh
made him forget about everything
“he swears she cheated on him but she’s adamant on the fact that they were never really together. it also added onto why jungkook doesn’t get romantically involved with people. he genuinely thinks it’s nothing for him.”
so jungkook is convinced that love just isn’t for him
:(
but then he goes out and disguises his need for love and affection as sex and quick fucks
man
:(
you do actually feel guilty about calling him a fuckboy now
like
he’s still a fuckboy
but :( u should stop saying it to his face :(
and now knowing about his mom :(
you wonder what happened…
like you really don’t need to know that
knowing she’s dead is enough
but knowing how she died makes it easier for you to talk about certain topics around jungkook
but
that’s too dark for now
however
thinking about young jungkook
associating something as beautiful as love
with something as horrible as a broken home
hm
hm?
what’s that?
oh
you’re melting
your hard shell is cracking
you just
want to hold him now :(
give him the affection he so desperately desires :(
but should you feed into it?
clearly it’s not healthy for him
you know if you’ll keep sneaking around with jungkook
he might get attached
and you don’t like jungkook like that
so you’d have to break his heart
again
:(
this is so messy
you need to call it quits with jungkook while you still can
“so just,” he sighs quietly, “i know he’s a bit of a player but he just craves affection. and seeing you two constantly bickering and being mean to each other, i just want y’all to get along. maybe even form the same type of bond you and i have. he should get affection in other ways, not just through sex, you know? you could be like,” he says as he thinks for a moment, “his big sister.”
oh for fucks sake.
this just
you’d rather tae find out about you and jungkook than assume y’all have a sibling-like bond 😭😭😭
like yeah
you and tae are very sibling like
because of tae’s responsibility to you
but if he starts thinking you and jungkook are just *gag* SIBLINGS *gag*
oh this is sickening
you slowly nod your head to what he’s saying but you wish you never heard any of it
you mumble, “let’s go back, we have to get up early.”
“okay. anything else you wanna tell me now that we have all the privacy in the world?” he says in a joking tone
you shake your head. “no, not really.”
he pauses. “really?”
???
“what?” you say
he frowns at you. “i give you the opportunity to come clean right now and you don’t?”
holy shit
what the fuck
oh shit
does he know??? he knows??????
oh no
does he actually think something is going on between you and jungkook?
fuck FUCK
he crosses his arms as he sternly stares you down.
don’t admit
you finally say, “what are you talking about?”
“i’m talking about you and yoongi.”
oh
oh right
oh yoongi…
yeah…. yoongi
you quietly sigh. “i was planning on telling you, i really was. but i don’t know, stuff just kept getting in the way.”
he nods in understanding and pulls you in for a big hug. “it’s okay. i know you’re in good hands.”
you huff. “it’s nothing serious, tae.”
he looks down at you in his arms. “i don’t like that.”
“taehyung, i’m a grown woman,” you say as you roll your eyes
“i know but i don’t wanna be the bearer of bad news back home, okay? just be careful.”
more tae & reader lore coming soon
what is he even saying…
bad news
a broken heart?
a pregnant belly?
a bad academic year?
none of those things are going to happen. trust
you roll your eyes. “nothing bad is going to happen.”
“anything could happen, y/n.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head before releasing you. “now, let’s go back.”
“okay.”
he leads you back to the camping site and walks you to your tent. “goodnight.” he rubs your shoulder before heading back to his tent
and now
you have
to face
him.
you take a deep breath as you crawl back into the tent, jungkook’s back is turned to you
is he asleep?
you’re not sure
you slowly crawl back to your space after zipping the tent back up
“what did he want to talk about?”
jungkook’s voice makes you flinch
he’s awake
“oh,” you blink at his back. “yoongi. he wanted to talk about yoongi.”
lie after lie after lie after lie after lie
he turns onto his back and glances at you, neither of you can see much anyway
“do you want to continue?”
you shake your head. “no, not really. it kind of,” you say as you recall everything taehyung just told you. “ruined my mood.”
“okay.” he slowly crawls over your body and out the tent
“what are you doin–”
“getting rid of the evidence, duh.”
evidence????
oh
the damn condom😭😭😭😭
he’s so fucking annoying
but
you kinda want to hold him now. :(
would he be weirded out
if you
cuddled him?
he probably never cuddles any of his little hookups
but
aren’t you different?
by the time jungkook has returned
you’ve crawled back into his sleeping bag
he doesn’t say anything about it as he crawls in with you
he turns his back to you and seemingly tries to go to sleep
you slowly scoot closer
and closer
and closer
until you’re pressed up against him.
“you’re really close, y/n.”
“i know, i’m sorry. i just,” you whisper, “don’t feel so good.”
he doesn’t say anything about it
just like he doesn’t say anything when you wrap your arm around his waist
and press your face into the back of his neck
and place your hand on his chest
the soft thumping of his heart against your hand
you just want him to feel loved :(
“you’re so warm,” you whisper as you close your eyes
for someone who tries to act cold… he’s really warm
so warm
“i could just,” you continue, “lie next to you for the rest of my life.”
hm
now that you think about it
there’s wordplay
cause this could mean two different things
literally lying next to each other, in a bed or whatever
but lying next to him, lying about sneaking around, lying about wanting each other
cause it seems like you’ll be lying about it for the rest of your life at this rate
however
he doesn’t say anything yet again
and it allows you to shut the fuck up
and try to fall asleep
and you do
you’re dozing off
cause you don’t remember him saying these next few words
“i could too.”
to be continued
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ryehoneyinkstains · 1 year
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Aesop Sharp X Reader
Requested by the lovely @soul4death
"Professor Sharp x reader where the reader is hurt somehow and he makes her feel better? Maybe a kiss at some point?"
There's nothing good in Aesop's eyes as he takes in your appearance. You're dirty, tracking mud into his classroom and if it wasn't for the way you're cradling your arm against your chest he would have told you how simple it was to cast "Scourgify' on oneself. He will deal with it later, right now he's more worried about you.
"How many times have I told you to be careful?" He says, his voice tethering on the edge of being annoyed, as he stands and makes his way over to you.
"Far too many," you say, trying to be funny, but it comes out pained, the ache in your ribs far worse than your broken wrist. "In my defense," you let out a tiny little yelp as his fingers grip your elbow, softly pulling your arm to his, his fingertips gently holding up your wrist.
"I'm not in the mood to hear excuses, is it just your wrist you've broken?" Aesop says, watching as your eyes start to water when he prods at your swollen skin. He wants to be mad at you, wants to call you a fool but he can't bring himself to tear you down anymore, not when you've come to him for help.
"I think I've bruised a few ribs? I landed on my side rather bad. There's some swelling in my knee too, but it doesn't hurt to move it."
"Merlin, what did you do? Throw yourself off a cliff?" Aesop says, amazed that you've managed to hurt yourself so badly. "Sit down, I'll need to brew a bone melding potion, this is too much to fix with a Wiggenweld potion."
"Broom broke actually." you say, letting him lead you to his very comfortable and plush chair. "Snapped right down the middle while I was collecting some plants off the side of the mountain." It really hurt to bend over but you tried your hardest not to show it. Your body ached, your lungs burned, and you felt a terrible headache coming on. "That will be the last time I use a school broom."
Aesop lets out a noise, something between a chuckle and a harrumph, as he lets go of you, placing your arm on his desk. "When we're done here we'll go visit Black, see if we can convince him to replace those ancient brooms before we end up losing a student."
"Doubt he'll care." you say, watching as he walks over to his supply closet. " 'Pick a better broom' he'll say, as if they aren't all the very same ones." you mock the Headmaster, knowing how he was with having to actually care about the school, the students.
"Wonderful impression of him, now sit tight, I'll be right back to ease the pain after I gather these ingredients."
You nodded and watched him disappear into the room. "Would it be too much to ask for a headache cure as well?" you say feeling the pain intensify.
"Yes." He says loud enough that you can hear him from across the room. "Should have gone to the Medical Wing if you wanted to start making demands." Aesop re-emerges from the closet, carrying a small mortar and pestle, a few vials, and some dried herbs, a few other ingredients floated behind him. "But lucky for you, I happen to have just the thing for headaches." He begins crushing the herbs, combining them with a few drops of a clear liquid, and then handing you the small glass vial. "Drink this, it should ease the pain within a few minutes."
You take the vial, thanking him as you sniff it first and down the contents in one swift motion. The liquid is bitter and you grimace, but almost immediately you feel the pain in your head start to lessen. "Where would I be without you, Aesop?"
"Would you care to hear my theories?" He says, humor in his voice. He points his wand at his personal Potion station and you watch as it comes alive, fire licking at the bottom of the cauldron. You watch as he rolls his sleeves up, as he crushes scarab beetles and dried geranium fangs, as he pours a jar full of Picked Puffer Fish, and sprinkles a handful of Chomping cabbage leaves into the bubbling cauldron. While its always extremely entertaining to watch him work, you can feel your stomach twist at the ingredients, at the awful smell that permeates the room.
"Please tell me I don't have to drink that." you say, horrified.
"I'm afraid so." He responds, stirring the potion counterclockwise two and a half times. "It's utterly foul, but will heal you in a matter of hours."
"It smells like rotten eggs and vinegar." you say, scrunching your nose.
"Ah, you have a good sense of smell." He says with a chuckle. "But it's a small price to pay for a healed arm, don't you think?"
"No. I don't think so."
"Either you drink it on your own free will or I'll force it down your throat." Aesop says, turning to face you with a serious look.
"How nice of you, bullying an injured person."
He smiles at you, as if he's not above using force to get what he wants, but there's a warmth in his eyes that makes you think he's not entirely serious. "Trust me, if I wanted to force you to do something, I wouldn't need a potion to do it."
You raise an eyebrow, not quite sure if he's joking or not. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
Aesop laughs. "Neither. Just a statement of fact. But in all seriousness, I only want what's best for you."
You purse your lips, watching as he scoops up an entire ladle full of the gross yellow potion into a glass jar. "Are you sure this is the only thing that will help?"
He makes his way over to you and hands you the glass. You slowly reach for it with your none broken hand. "Oh, I thought it'd be hot."
"The glass is charmed, trust me when I say its a million times better to drink it cold." He says, watching as you hold it out with a look of disgust. "Come on now." he says, tipping an imaginary glass to his lips "Drink it."
You take a deep breath and reluctantly bring the glass to your lips. The smell is overwhelming and you can feel your stomach churning in protest. "You know what," you say, holding the glass far away from you before you vomit. "I think I'll take my chances with the Matron."
Aesop lets out a small 'tsk' as he moves closer to you. "Don't be difficult. Drink it."
"I'm going to vomit all over your floors."
"For Merlin's sake." He says, frowning at you. "Just drink it quickly and be done with it. It's not going to kill you."
You take a deep breath, closing your eyes, and drink the potion in one swift gulp. The taste is even worse than the smell, and you feel like gagging immediately. You force yourself to swallow it and hand the glass back to Aesop with a look of disgust.
He takes the glass from you and sets it down on his desk, giving you a pat on the back. "There, now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
You shake your head, still trying to get the taste out of your mouth. "No, it was worse."
He chuckles and pulls out a single wrapped butterscotch from his coat pocket. "Here you go, for being such a good girl and drinking all your medicine."
You know that he's teasing you but you take it anyways and scoff. "Sometimes you can be a real jerk, you know that?" you use your teeth to unwrap the candy and pop it into your mouth.
He grins, unfazed by your comment. "What an uncivilized way to say thank you."
You roll your eyes and fight the urge to stick your tongue out. "Thanks for fixing me up." you say after a moment of silence. The candy is doing a great job of getting rid of the awful taste of the potion, but you wont give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
As you speak, Aesop leans in, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a brief moment. Suddenly, he closes the distance between you and presses his lips to yours, stealing the butterscotch from your mouth in the process. You're surprised at first but then melt into the kiss, the taste of the candy mixing with his own sweet flavor. When he pulls away, he smirks at you.
"I think I'll keep that as payment for my services," he says, going back to his work.
You feel the warmth on your cheeks as you lick your lips. "You can be so smooth when you want to be," you say, unable to hide the grin on your face.
Aesop chuckles. "I aim to please," he says.
"Mind doing it again?" you ask, smiling at him "I've heard nothing heals a broken bone better than a kiss."
Aesop raises an eyebrow at your request, but doesn't hesitate to lean in again. This time, the kiss is deeper and more intense, and you can feel your heart rate increasing as he pulls you closer to him. The taste of butterscotch is still present, but it's mixed with something else, something that makes your head spin and your stomach flutter.
When he pulls away, you're both breathing heavily. Aesop's eyes meet yours, and you can see a hint of something in them that you can't quite place. "Is that better?" he asks, his voice slightly husky.
You nod, still trying to catch your breath. "Almost" you say, feeling a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
Almost?" Aesop asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Yeah," you say, tugging at his coat so he'll move closer. "I think we should try that again, just to be sure."
Aesop grins, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "As you wish," he says before pulling you in for another kiss.
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sisi-halloway · 1 year
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One Night Stand: Nanami x Reader
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Nanami meets a flirty, noncommital reader in a bar before a one-night stand! Tw: Major smut, rough language, alluding to light bondage,
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You looked at your phone, thrumming your nails on the bar.
This place blows.
Your date had stood you up. That's fine. He was just some Tinder fling anyways. But that meant you were here in this bar alone with nobody to pay for your drinks. That was embarrassing.
You noticed a guy in a suit not too far away, a couple seats down. He had a neat drink in front of him. He was alone too. And not bad looking.
You sauntered over to him, perching on the empty black barstool next to him.
"Hey."
When he looked up, his expression was unmoving. His green glasses were kinda funny. You continued.
"I couldn't think of anything witty to say, so... I'll just say that you're pretty cute."
The man scoffs, downing the rest of his drink.
"You think so?"
You nod. Your eyes picked him apart bit by bit. From his fresh haircut to his ropey hand veins to his sharp jaw. The liquor inside you was possessing you to act bolder than you would've ever imagined. You let it happen. This wouldn't be the only terrible thing you did drunk.
"Sure I do... Anything keeping you busy tonight?"
After popping his neck with ease, the man turned to you fully. His eyes seemed to reflect the lights from the bar, refining them into beams that burned through your soul. Maybe it was those stupid glasses, maybe it was him.
"Did you want to?"
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You didn't think you'd score so soon with him. Or so well.
While driving him to your place, you talked a little. While his low voice coasted over the waves of your rock music, he drew lines on your thigh. The fabric of your bottoms made way for his slender fingers to skim across your skin. He even leaned over at a red light to swathe wet kisses along your neck and shoulder. He knew how to warm you up.
He was good.
Between the flirtatious touches, he seemed to have a normal conversation with you. You told him you worked at a shipyard. He told you he was a salaryman. He felt loose enough with you to talk about how stupid it all was while squeezing your upper thigh. Your smile never left your lips. You loved a cynical bitch. Almost as cynical as you.
He told you his name was Nanami.
"Cool..." You replied.
He chuckled.
"You don't want to tell me yours?"
You shook your head. You didn't like getting close to your play toys; sometimes even your name was too close for comfort. You weren't much for introductions, you just wanted something to moan while he rearranged your insides.
"Nah... You'll know if you need to."
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"Nice place," he said, loosening his tie as you unlock your front door.
"You think so?" You cooed.
Nanami slid his strong hand against your lower back as he followed you inside. You felt chills crawl along your skin like beetles.
"Sure I do."
Your clothes had found the floor not even three steps into your apartment. Nanami's hands hungrily tore them off as you two stumbled into your bedroom. It all happened so fast, your back against that bed. You stared up at him unbuttoning those slacks with an eagerness that flattered you. His silver rings caught the moonlight, casting a small, white gleam on your bare skin. Soon his shirt was gone and that ugly spotted tie was around your wrists. With a stern force, he seized your hands and held them above your head. Your legs were pinned up too, and he was inside you before you could say anything snarky.
"Fuck," you muttered under your breath.
He was good.
He'd played his cards right in the car. Everything he did was a calculated move that led up to this moment. Every touch, every kiss, every nibble on your ear. When he slid inside your tightness, it was easy. Your slickness was the coerced welcome wagon into the warm embrace of your sex. You felt him stretch you as he began to move roughly. His grunts turned you on.
"You okay?" He asked.
How thoughtful.
"Yeah... keep going, Nanami."
His stomach twisted when you said his name. He thrust into you hard for good measure, leaving your mouth gaping.
Skin to sweaty skin, you two made something more real than love. He fucked you in all 31 different flavors except vanilla. Out of all the people who'd ever been in his place, he solved the puzzle of satisfying you. It was the best sex you'd ever had, really.
It was rough, it was nasty, and it was so, so hot. He'd taken the lead but had done everything you asked. He even spat in your mouth.
Heaving for breath, you roll over to find the coolest side of the disturbed bed. Nanami's hair was a mess, plastered to his flushed face and neck. The golden strands looked good against the purple bruises you'd left on his skin. He lay with his arm over his eyes, covers draped over his bottom half. Even after sobering up a little, he was still just as attractive as before. You were almost sad you used protection.
"Thanks... you were really good."
Your compliment sounded a bit backhanded but it was earnest. Part of you wanted to tell him just how good, but you left it at that.
Nanami looks at you out of the corner of his narrow eyes, something of a smirk on his face. It made you want to go again.
"So were you."
You offered him some water. He politely accepted and so you went to go get him some. You felt his eyes fuck you all over again as you walked to the kitchen stark naked.
He was a real gentleman. He offered to change your sheets, asking you where they were kept. You threw the soiled ones in the wash, the sweat stains the butt of an unspoken joke between the two of you. He was checking all the boxes. You decided to give him a special privilege you hadn't given anyone else before.
"You wanna stay?"
He seemed to consider it a moment, but he nodded. It was Friday night. There wasn't an excuse to pass up a night of closeness with you. Nanami craved the intimacy you could provide and appreciated the noncommital quality.
"Sure."
After a quick shower, the two of you flopped back into bed. You were shocked when he grabbed you by your shoulder, pulling you close. You put your head on his marked chest, closing your eyes when he began sorting his fingers through your wet hair.
"Nanami?"
He waited a bit to answer, almost asleep.
"Mh?"
You kiss his skin and mutter your name to him. You didn't see it, but you heard the smile in his voice. His hand lazily drifted down every bubble of your spine. He dared to place a kiss on your temple, speaking against your hair.
"(y/n)... It's nice to finally meet you."
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maniculum · 3 months
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scorpion in the 'buch der natur' by konrad von megenberg, alsace, c. 1440 (Stuttgart, Landesbibl., Cod. med. et phys. 2° 14, fol. 243v). interesting detail: the german text starts with the typical description of the scorpion as a snake with a pretty woman's face. over this passage, somebody added in latin: "non est ita" = "it's not like that". lmaoo. a paradigm shift. to ME
[Image ID: an arthropod with some odd tripartite mouthparts, a sort of neck raising its head from a beetle-like body, eight legs that end in pincers, a row of nodules along its back, and a fishhook-like tail. It is shown in an outdoor scene that makes it look gigantic.]
(Sorry for the delay on this. I've had deadlines keeping me busy, but they're done now and I'm trying to catch up on various things that fell by the wayside.)
Some remarkable stuff here. I absolutely love someone writing "it's not like that" over the description, and I really have to wonder (not that an answer is likely forthcoming) about the context. On one hand, the idea that someone is just straight-up (correctly) disputing the claim that a scorpion is a serpent with a woman's face is pretty funny. On the other hand, I also like the idea that this comment is meant to be juxtaposed with the illustration: "hey, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but the giant rampaging monster you've drawn here does not have a woman's face. it's not like that."
Also, I know the scale is often not meant to be representative in these illustrations, but wow that's a big scorpion. We're back to prehistoric vibes, but this time our scorpion looks more like an actual dinosaur than any other thing I can think of. I suppose that's just my only referent for an armored creature of that size. It looks like it's a serious challenge for 4-6 mid-level adventurers.
No idea what's going on with those mouthparts, also. They need to be acknowledged, but I don't know what to say about them.
Anyway, points:
Small Scuttling Beaſtie? ½, definitely looks like it scuttles but is not small in the least
Pincers? eight on the ends of its legs rather than as a separate pair of limbs, but sure, ✓
Exoskeleton or Shell? ✓
Visible Stinger? ✓
Limbs? 8
As for vibes, I am enjoying this one. I don't want it to be near me, but it has a certain majesty when observed from a distance. Like this:
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Yeah, we're still on the dinosaur comparison. 4 / 5.
And that means that this is officially the Best Scorpion So Far, coming in at a total score of:
8.3 / 10
Our bestiary illustrator was so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn't stop to think if they should. (They absolutely should.)
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dyns33 · 1 year
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Flufftober 25 - Deadpool
Wade Wilson x reader 
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           "This must be your favorite day."
           "Because you're a freak."
           "I think he understood. Unless he's stupid."
           "Haha. You guys are sooooo funny. Halloween, my favourite day, because I wear a mask all the time, and under the mask I look like a moldy avocado. Nobody never said that to me. I think someone did, to Batman, so I'll take that as a compliment."
           "You're not as handsome as Batman. With and without the mask."
           "Thank you, Yellow, you're adorable."
           "More than you, for sure."
Wade didn't know why he kept chatting with the boxes. They were never nice to him and they didn't deserve his attention.
Maybe it was because no one else wanted to talk to him. Despite his best efforts, people still ended up finding him weird, crazy, and dangerous. This was incomprehensible to Wade, who thought he was the best friend in the world.
Loyal, funny, ready to kill if asked, for money or a hug.
According to Spidey, Red, and Moon-Moon, the only heroes who agreed to spend some time with him, he didn't do it well. He was too intense and he had to stop threatening people, whether it was to protect the people he loved, or to ask the people he loved to love him back.
And all of that was when he had his mask on.
No normal person ever gave him a chance seeing his face, running off before they tried to get to know him.
It was a bit hurtful, but Wade could understand. He had already vomited and passed out after seeing himself in a mirror. At the same time.
So even if they said that to be mean, the boxes weren't wrong. His scorched pizza face could only come out on Halloween, because people thought it was a disguise then, and everyone praised him, saying he was really awful, which was so cool. Just for that day.
The other days it was just awful.
           "We could enter a contest. We would win a prize."
           "At the end, they will understand that it is not a costume and they will throw tomatoes at you while laughing, like Quasimodo."
           "Even Quasimodo is more handsome."
           "He's not with the girl at the end."
           "And Wade is single, I don't see where the problem is."
           "I want tacos !" declared Wade, who was tired of listening to them, even though he knew they were going to follow him wherever he went. They were silent only when he shot himself in the head, and never for very long.
It was nice to go out without the mask for once. He decided to put on a cap anyway, to avoid attracting too much attention. If someone asked him, he was a sexy zombie, and a famous one, but incognito, so he didn't accept photos, thank you.
On his way, he passed an ice cream shop, and eating ice cream before the tacos seemed like a good idea. It all ended up in the stomach at the end, the order didn't really matter.
It was a little cold, so there weren't many people in the shop. Some stared at him, both frightened and fascinated, smiling shyly at him when he greeted them.
It was that stupid gesture, to wave his hand to embarrass strangers, that changed his life. Well, maybe not his life, but at least his day.
No, yes, his whole life.
Wade's hand passed very close to the girl who was patiently waiting her turn behind him, touching her hair, and they both jumped at the same time.
The poor innocent backed off, while he immediately apologized, explaining that he hadn't done it on purpose, and that she had no reason to be afraid or disgusted, he wasn't sick or contagious, just ugly.
           "Well, I guess there's reason to be disgusted, I have a special face."
           "Oh. No, sorry, I was surprised, I was thinking about the ice cream I was going to choose, I thought something was falling on me, like an insect."
           "If I was an insect, I would be a dung beetle. Often screwed up, but very useful for the whole world."
The boxes told him he was ridiculous, but that made the young girl laugh. They then told him that she was making fun of him, while she added that he was funny, with a charming smile.
           "My name is Y/N." she said, holding out her hand, as if she wanted him to shake it. He couldn't do that, she was way too pretty for him to touch.
           "Wade Winston Wilson. Triple W. My dad was an alcoholic, he wanted to call me Georges, but eventually he gave the dog that name, and he loved him more than me."
           "I hope that's not true."
           "The name story isn't. Shall I buy you ice cream?  To make up for almost slapping you. Really sorry, I'll never do that. I'll cut my hand off rather than hit a woman. I've fought women before, but they were bad guys, I mean bad girls, and I think it's pretty feminist of me not to discriminate, but I won't hit a helpless woman who didn't do anything wrong. I'm actually hired to hunt down guys who do this, and sometimes I even do it for free."
This made Y/N laugh again, and Wade considered that she hadn't understood that he was serious.
Not to scare her away, he didn't insist. She had accepted that he pay for her ice cream, if in exchange he agreed to stay a little with her to discuss.
           "I thought you wanted tacos." White reminded him.
           "But now he wants Y/N."
           "She's too good for him. Just like Esmeralda with Quasimodo."
           "She's much prettier than Esmeralda."
           "What ?" Y/N asked looking at him in surprise.
           "Nothing, I... I'm talking to myself, I was thinking of something else. So, not dressed up for Halloween yet ?"
           "No, not yet. I'm not sure I'm going out tonight, the streets aren't safe, and I have a date."
Wade did his best to hide his disappointment, so very badly. This made the young woman laugh again.
           "I mean, I have a date with my sofa, my television, a blanket and some chocolate."
           "I think we have a date with the same person tonight. It's terrible, they're cheating on us, we should get revenge by going out together !"
           "Haha, yes, why not."
He had said that as a joke, really. It was one of the only non-serious things he had said since the moment he saw her sweet face and his heart almost stopped beating at so much beauty, and now Y/N had just accepted a go on a date with him.
           "No, she's joking too."
           "Yes she didn't understand that we were really ugly."
           "I'm really ugly." repeated Wade, pointing his fork at his face. "It's not a mask, I look like it all year round. And I'm really hired to punch bad guys, or worse."
           "I know. You're Deadpool. You sometimes work with Spiderman and other heroes, I've seen you on the news."
           "... And it's okay ?"
           "Yes." simply replied the angel who was eating her ice cream in front of him.
White yelled at him that they were probably dead again and dreaming while he was regenerating. Yellow whispered to him that it was a cruel joke, or that she was a Hydra spy who wanted to capture him to study his cells. Wade watched the rainbows and butterflies floating in the air, hearts in his eyes.
Obviously, Y/N didn't see the little hearts, taking his silence for a rejection.
           "If I was too quick, I'm sorry, I... You're nice, and funny, and I had a great time with you. But if you're not interested, or you already have someone, or...'
           "No ! I'm having a great time too. It's much better than tacos ! I wanted to eat tacos before stopping here."
           "Really ? We... We could go have some together?  Then I don't know. We'll see. Do you have a number ?"
Convinced that she wouldn't call him, he gave her his personal number. The one he had given to his pals of the Team Red of the Moon, and that was it, because all the other people he knew didn't deserve to know this number, with its brilliant voicemail where he imitated Ryan Reynolds, only knowing his professional phone, where he was making farts noises.
Except that Y/N immediately sent him a message, while they were still together.
           "Here. That way we can schedule another date."
           "Another date ?"
           "Yeah... I mean, unless we don't consider today to be a date. Sorry, we'll schedule a first date."
           "I don't know if White and Yellow are right, but I don't care."
           "What ?"
           "Nothing. Shall we go and eat tacos ?"
Leaving way too much money for the waitress, Wade hopped happily alongside Y/N who was still smiling like he didn't look like an idiot with a ravaged face, and Wade thought to himself that Halloween was maybe actually his favourite day. And that eating ice cream before the meal was a great idea !
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alder-saan · 1 year
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Why hello it’s me again…I absolutely adored the last writing you did for me I was wondering if I could request another… or course as a Cersei simp maybe a Cersei x FemMaiden/Nanny for her children ? Where Cersei is frustrated and lashes out on her secret girlfriend and for once feels horrible about it ?
If that’s confusing I apologize!
Much love ❤️
I believe you
Okay okay, I went somehow a bit far with this one. That's why I need to say something : VIOLENCE ISN'T OKAY. This is a fiction. I wrote it trying not to romantize it too much. If your partner (or just a friend, or a relative) hit you, that's a real problem, and don't hesitate to ask for help. I made an open ending, if reader forgive or not, that's up to you. And sorry, it's a bit shorter that the usual, but I didn't want to write many description (bcz of artistic reasons?)
Cersei Lannister x Reader
TW : physical violence, torture (on animals), Jeoffrey Lannister
Words count : ~ 1300
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“No Jeoffrey, your mother told you to stay in your room.”
“You’ll have to make me, worthless servant!”
You held back from slapping him. He was still a boy, but already unbearable. You were usually taking care of Myrcella, but today, Jeoffrey’s nanny was sick, and Cersei had asked you to watch him, while she found a replacement. But this situation made you nervous. You didn’t like him. He was unbearable. And Myrcella  told you about him, about the way he acted. He was pure evil.
“Now, find something to do in your room.”
You really missed Myrcella, right now. Calm, daydreaming almost all day…
“Come with me then. You wouldn’t want someone to attack me, would you? Or maybe you are a traitor, and my mother will hear about it.”
You sighed.
“Yes, I will come with you.”
You led the way to his room. You really didn’t like it. It was always full of agonising insects, to which he removed the legs and wings “for fun”. Once, you saw him playing with the body of a half dead cat, and almost threw up. This child was really scary.
But how could you refuse anything from Cersei, your Cersei… Especially when she asked you something in the morning, while you were waking up naked in her bed. The thoughts of your last night spent in her sheets made you shudder. That was a few days ago. You missed her. She has been busy these days, and has had no time for you. But that was okay, you knew once everything was done, it would be nice again.
You entered his room, shivering. Now you just had to watch him until evening. You sat on a chair and opened the book you brought to pass time. 
Soon you heard a strange, almost plaintive squeaking sound.
“What are you doing, Jeoffrey?”
“I’m dismembering a beetle! It’s fun, it’s screaming!”
“Stop hurting animals.”
“It’s just a beetle!”
“And yet it can feel pain. If not, it wouldn’t scream like this.”
“You’re not funny.”
You didn’t answer and continued reading your book.
When Jeoffrey approached you, you ignored him. He made you feel really uncomfortable, and so you didn’t want to speak to him or to do something with him.
Then you felt him prick your hand which was under the book with a needle. 
“Do you feel pain?” he asked.
Your body reacts by itself and you hit him with your book.
“You son of a b-” You stopped before insulting your lover.
While he was crying on the floor, because you hit him, you felt a bit guilty. But you couldn’t move to help him and comfort him. He was a horrible child who loved torturing animals. You were not sure he deserved your helm.
“My mother will hear about this!”
“Yeah, go tell your mother.”
You trusted her. She would believe you, you knew it. And as Jeoffrey ran out of his room, you opened your book again and continued reading, for a few minutes. You enjoyed the stillness of the room, without him in it.
Soon you heard the door slamming open.
“Y/N!”
You turned your head towards Cersei, who was yelling your name, Jeoffrey in her arms.
“You had ONE job! Watching Jeoffrey! First you let him escape from his room, without monitoring, and now I learnt you beat Jeoffrey?”
“I didn’t-”
“Shut up, I’m talking. I like you, Y/N, but you know full well there are three people in the world you can’t hurt if you want to keep me by your side, right? Jeoffrey is one of them.” 
Okay, she was really mad. She was looking at you with such anger in her eyes. That was terrifying. She was unrecognisable, Cersei had never been so rude with you. You stood up and walked towards her.
“I’m sorry that was a… It was a reflex, I didn't do it on purpose”
“A reflex? Beating my child? A REFLEX?”
“No, I-”
SMACK
You held your breath. A burn was beginning to invade your cheek. You put your hand on it. It was hot. What had just happened?
“That was a reflex, Y/N. Now out.”
You choked back a sob and swallowed your tears. You didn’t want her to see you crying. And while you were walking out of the room, Jeoffrey gave you a big winning smile. You had lost.
You spent the rest of the day in your little room. Lying in bed, snuggled up in the covers, you were crying. You didn't really know why. Were you crying because she had hit you? Was it because you had disappointed her? Was it because Jeoffrey had won? Maybe the three of them. You left your hand on your cheek, even though you were no longer in pain. Why? Why did she do that? Why did she have this look? Why didn’t she believe you? Didn’t she trust you?
Someone knocked upon your door.
You ignored them and tried not to make a sound.
“Y/N, I know you’re here. Open the door.”
You couldn’t reprime a sob when you heard Cersei’s voice.
Silence.
“Open this door, please. I want to talk to you”
You stood up and wiped your tears. Your eyes were still red and puffy. “I look terrible,” you thought as you were seeing them in the small mirror on your wall. You opened the door. She entered and closed it behind her. You couldn’t look her in the eye. When she approached her hand, you took a step back.
“Y/N… I… I’m so sorry. It was mean of me, I have no excuse. But I wanted to apologise to you.”
“That’s okay, your Highness. I’m okay”
“You’re not. That’s not. I hurt you. Physically and mentally.”
You couldn’t speak. Maybe because you didn’t want to.
“Jeoffrey told me you had been violent with him, he told me you kicked him… At first I didn’t believe him, but when I saw his red cheek… Please, tell me what happened.”
“While I was reading, he stuck a needle in my hand. I swear I didn’t want to hit him, but my hand moved anyway and… And I hit him, yes.”
“You didn’t kick him? You didn’t beat him?”
“I didn’t. That was an accident. I’m so sorry.”
“I believe you. That’s not the first time he lies.”
You nodded. She took your hand. You wanted to escape, but you couldn’t move.
“Please, give me another chance. One. Just one chance. I don’t want to lose you. Not like that.”
“I’m afraid…” you whispered “You looked so angry at me… I couldn’t recognize you. As if I didn’t know you.”
“I’m sorry, this week was exhausting, I… I’m tired, I’m stressed out, I’m overworked, and I miss you. I overreacted. I shouldn’t have, I know. That’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Some tears rolled on your cheeks, and she cupped your face and wiped them.
“I’m so sorry, darling. Believe me.” 
You sobbed, and she held you tight. You snuggled into her arms, your head resting on her shoulder. As you were crying, she kissed your forehead and your hair.
“If you need time, I understand. I would wait a thousand years for you.”
“I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t. Don’t be sorry. I told you none of this is your fault.”
You nodded, she kissed your head again and again.
“I have to go, love, I have another meeting. But I’ll return to you right after. Okay?”
“Okay, Cersei.”
She was slowly removing her arms from your back, when you stopped her.
“Before you go, can you… kiss me?” you asked
“You want me to kiss you?”
“Yes, please.”
She pressed her lips against yours. That wasn’t what you were used to. Usually, she would kiss you as if it was the last time, as if she wanted to eat you entirely. Now, it was soft, it was gentle. As if the kiss was whispering “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”.
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Again, violence isn't okay.
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weirdmarioenemies · 1 year
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I love Waddle Dees! I just wish they were a bit crunchier.
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Perfect!
Name: Sectra Dee
Debut: Kirby: Triple Deluxe
Sectra Dee is exactly like a Waddle Dee... but it’s a bug! Isn’t that grand? Yes! It is! And you agree. For a little while, I was disappointed these were not called Waddle Bees, but I’m over it now! Sectra Dee is, thematically, a good name, especially since it facilitates the naming of variants, as well! And there are so many variants!
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The most straightforward is Parasol Sectra Dee! Parasol Sectra Dee is exactly like a Parasol Waddle Dee... but it’s a bug! Isn’t that grand? Yes! It is! And you agree. Parasol is one of my favorite abilities for how whimsical it is, and it’s even more fun to see a bug using it! This insect can’t fly, but at least it can glide jovially.
But these variants are not all merely Sectra Dees with different props! They are so much more. Kirby is not in Dream Land anymore, no no. He is in Bug World! “Buzz buzz!” -the bugs
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Sectra Burt is the one Sectra variant blessed with the miracle of flight! Bronto Burt is already vaaaguely bug-like with its particular style of wings, but this one goes above the ambiguity and is oh so bug. It even has a pointy stylet on its face! I know it will slurp some liquids! I hope not yours or mine!
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Then there is Sectra Knight, a bug redesign of Lanzer, a spear knight enemy! This one is especially funny to me. It looks like it’s wearing a mask with a bug face on it! Is it a fraud? Is that a non-bug under there? Or is that its real face, and its cuticle is just shaped in such a way it looks like a mask? I will assume that it IS a mask, and it has the exact bug face underneath. I’m a silly one!
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Sectra Shooter is a bug who will shoot you! Imagine being stung by a bug, only to notice the bug is feet away from you, and just shooting you with arrows out of spite. I’m glad that doesn’t happen in real life, both because it would hurt, and because people would use it to hate bugs even more. But Sectra Shooter is a cool creature! Very cool compound eye shades, and I like how the top of its head kind of evokes a hat, with its antennae like feathers!
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Finally there is Sectra Gordo, who we have talked about before! The most different in style of all of these, and also one of the funniest. Just a levitating and indestructible beetle. Magical beetle!
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But this post is about Sectra Dee, and I got sidetracked! They have only appeared in Triple Deluxe and Blowout Blast, only having story significance in Triple Deluxe. But it’s kind of vague! All we really know is they inhabit Royal Road, the realm of Queen Sectonia, and probably serve her. But that’s all we get! I like to think they really are just like Waddle Dees, little guys just living their lives, not truly meaning any harm but maybe sometimes getting roped into bad crowds.
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At least, we get some Sectra Dee Content in one of the manga, where they are serving Taranza just like Waddle Dees serve Dedede! Cinematic parallels. Are those eyelashes on the one in the back? Awesome! a Girl Bug.
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Hypothetical Bandana Sectra Dee
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ariachaos · 1 year
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Hello, I love your writing! could I request more of being Shinichiro’s daughter but she really loves bugs, spiders, and just really all the creepy crawlers. I also think it would be really funny if she liked to chase people around (especially Wakasa since he doesn’t like bugs)
i love writing for shinichiro, and i will never be tired of it. thank you for requesting <3333
ˢʰⁱⁿⁱᶜʰⁱʳᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵘᵍ⁻ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ !!
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being shinichiro's daughter includes...
shinichiro is used to having mikey and izana give him creepy crawlies and scare the fuck out of him, so he's not very phased by your interest in them. he figures that it's like how he's obsessed with motorcycles, and you're obsessed with nature.
def takes you to museums to see snakes, bugs, spiders, and all sorts of things to fuel your curiosity in them. he finds it endearing that you love something not a lot of people do (cough cough wakasa).
on the other hand, wakasa has held back many gags and the will to vomit whenever you come up to him with a roly-poly or a worm you found in the backyard of shin's shop, but then he sees your smile and can't really refuse a five-year-old kid some happiness.
he will never touch bugs, but he will reward you with a head pat and praise you for being braver than he ever would be.
it's hilarious because he's beaten people to pulps, got beaten very badly himself, and doesn't flinch at the sight of blood or gore, but the moment a singular housefly appears in his line of vision he's booking it to the next block over.
you didn't really understand his distaste for bugs, so the first few times you walked up to him with a beetle, wakasa screamed his head off and nearly kicked you in the face (you're small, it's harder to miss kicking you than not).
obviously, if you're more used to nature and sounds that are less intense, wakasa's holler is one of the things that would spook you. and it did because the next moment passed and you were crying in your dad's arms. not to mention the beetle flew away from all the noise ;v;
since then wakasa tried to be a little more appreciative of your interests, and can now tolerate taking you to museums and zoos in shinichiro's stead.
your uncles and aunt (izana, mikey, and emma) finds your interests a little weird, but they can't really discriminate since their hobby at your age was beating people up and forcing their siblings to play with dolls. emma is the most normal girl, so she's not the least bit strange, but your uncles are a different story.
yes, izana and mikey have both tried to get you into self-defense, but you really are shinichiro's daughter because you have absolute zero interest in fighting. you would rather fall asleep than watch the two of them go at it.
but after realizing your obsession with bugs and such, izana and mikey made it a competition to find you the coolest looking bugs around the neighborhood and keep it in one of those pet bug containers so you can take care of it.
they absolutely slipped when they saw you handling a daddy long legs with no sign of fear and started chasing them (shinichiro had a field day recording that).
on one of your birthdays, shinichiro got you one of those butterfly kits where you raise them from caterpillars to butterflies. in preparation for them to be butterflies, the two of you planted flowers in your backyard so the caterpillars would stay near your house when they grew up.
you absolutely loved it, and shinichiro now has a little corkboard in his shop showcasing pictures of you in the flower garden and watching the caterpillars eat their day away with love and adoration.
he attracted more customers because of those pictures than his skills with the motorcycle.
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ask-louis-bonnet · 22 days
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What kinds of insects would your family members be?
a very important question!
this is a fun ask
As i’ve said before, my mom is a picasso bug
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very pretty and very artsy, but don’t be fooled by the colors. Usually bugs with really pretty colors mean “don’t mess with me, i’m poisonous! or i atleast taste really really bad!” the picasso bug is no different.
Doug wouldn’t be a dung beetle, tho that would be a funny pun,
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He’d be a larder beetle. These guys usually come into a home when there is an absence of a life that was there originally but had since died out or decayed. it also kinda looks like it’s wearing his outfit :)
Stede would be a
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a blue rose/flower chafer. these guys are very pretty, and love flowers. Stede likes flowers too. unfortunately, these guys are often removed from a lot of places because they shouldn’t be there, because they love flowers but end up accidentally hurting them (chafing them.)
Ed would definitely be
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A deaths head hawk moth. these guys look really scary, and they even have a skull on their back, but if you really get close you’ll find out that these guys are actually wide eyed and very fluffy. cute little bugs
Alma would definitely be
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a bee! specifically these metallic sweat bees. very kind insects but also very protective. most female bees are very valiant fighters and have a pretty nasty sting if they feel threatened. but ultimately hard workers who protect their hive against any invaders or threateners.
Evelyn would definitely be
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a ladybird spider. these guys copy an elegant ladybug in a mimicry, all so their prey can get close enough for them to secrete their venom to feast on them. really cool, and evelyn wears a lot of red too.
Melvin would be a big eyed ant.
(i cant add an image :( )
very hard workers and loyal to their queens. also diligent!
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cantwritethetword · 16 days
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Shut up, Merlin!
Fic Descript: Arthur learns the hard way that Merlin is very talented in the art of revenge after the king gets stuck wrapped in the drapes of his bed.
~A/N  - HEY ANON I TOLD YOU I HAD A MERLIN FIC IN THE WORKS !!!
I thought of this concept like AAAAAAGES ago and thought it was super funny and perfect for our little dynamic duo.
I have been absolutely vibing while on medication for my ADHD it's so nice to just be able to ✨start things✨ ?? and then, leave those things and ✨return later ✨?? and not have to drag myself to the finish line ?? crazy
- Enoy! ~
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Merlin and Arthur would die for each other.
There was no question about it. And they had come pretty close to it on multiple occasions. Whether it be facing trolls, witches, wildren, or mortal humans, both would take a sword to the heart for the other if the need arose.
If no danger was in sight, however, they would gladly throw each other under (the medieval equivalent of) the bus.
The pair had been out hunting, and a rather unsuccessful hunt at that. Arthur was in piss-poor form, which meant Merlin took every opportunity to run his mouth (and annoy the king further). They were making their way back to the castle, Arthur leading the way and Merlin trotting along behind.
"-do you remember when you missed that deer that was riiight in front of you?" Merlin asked, his face would suggest innocence but his tone proved he was trying to piss Arthur off.
"Shut up Merlin." Arthur replied flatly.
"And what about that time you were aiming for that huge bird?" Merlin continued. "But it flew off before you even had the chance to line up your bow?"
Arthur glared directly forwards, to no-one in particular. "Shut up, Merlin."
The men turned their horses off the beaten path and onto a lesser known shortcut through the thick forest back to Camelot.
Partially to clear the path, and partially to vent his frustration, Arthur swung his sword in front of him to clear some of the vines blocking their way. Perhaps the thickness of the foliage would deter Merlin from any more snide comments, and make him focus more on directing his horse through the areas too thick for Arthur to break.
Surprise surprise, Merlin continued as before. "And the rabbit- oh the knights are never going to let you forget that you lost a sword fight to an unarmed bunny-".
"Shut up Merlin!" Arthur groaned, wiping his face with his hands to try and wipe Merlin's voice from his brain.
"But we haven't even got to the-"
Merlin's taunt was interrupted by a sudden quiet, one that Arthur whispered silent praise to. "Have you finally taken my advice?"
When his servant didn't reply, Arthur slowed his horse. The now unnerving silence made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and at the faint rustle of vegetation Arthur whipped his head round and drew his sword - prepared to leap from his horse and engage with whatever potential threat may have overpowered his friend.
But the moment his eyes caught sight of what made the rustle, Arthur burst into laughter.
Merlin hung a few metres behind his dismounted horse, completely tangled in the green ropes. The tautness of the plant rendered him almost immobile, a fact that was well demonstrated by his fruitless wriggling.
"Now," Arthur said with a grin, his previous sour mood turned completely upside down. "What was that you were saying about the knights not letting us forget things? Because I think they'd love to hear about this."
Merlin's glare shot daggers in Arthur's direction. "Hah hah." He said sarcastically. "Now help me down you ass."
Climbing off his horse, Arthur threw his sword into the dirt and sat on a nearby fallen tree. His grin eating more shit than a dung beetle.
Merlin scoffed. "Really? You're just going to sit there."
Arthur shrugged. "I've worked hard enough on this hunt, I think I deserve to have a bit of entertainment."
Merlin rolled his eyes and writhed further, pulling at the greenery with all his might before giving up and letting his body go limp.
"You're really not going to get me out of this?" He asked sincerely, a hint of annoyance still hiding at the back of his throat.
"You're a big boy Merlin." Arthur grinned cockily, stifling a chuckle. "You can do it."
With another roll of his eyes, Merlin continued to wrestle against the vines. But it seemed no matter which way he pulled, somehow he kept tightening the bounds that kept him suspended a few metres above the floor. He couldn't even use his magic with Arthur watching him this closely.
"You know Merlin, I think if you'd just relax you would have been free by now." Arthur continued.
Merlin made a few disgruntled noises before continuing to wriggle in the plants.
After a few minutes, Arthur stretched his arms dramatically. "I could take a nap by the time you've finished."
"Do it then." Merlin muttered under his breath. "Lazy ass."
Ignoring Merlin's comment, Arthur folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.
The warlock scoffed, before taking his opportunity to mutter a quick spell and free himself from the godforsaken foliage.
Unfortunately, he freed himself a little too eagerly, and left his body weight with nothing to support it. He toppled from the web of vines directly into a substantially deep patch of mud underneath him.
Arthur cackled at the sight, clapping his hands once before standing up and mounting his horse again. "Come on then."
Merlin grunted, dragging his feet through the ankle-deep sludge to where his horse was patiently waiting.
"I feel sorry for your saddle." Arthur grinned behind him. "Having all that dirt smeared over it."
Merlin shot him a glare. "And I feel sorry for yours, having your arse squashing it."
Rolling his eyes, Arthur quipped back a retort. "At least I'm not the one who has to clean it."
"I doubt you'd know where to start."
Early the next morning, before even the sun was up, Merlin snuck into the royal chambers. Not an unfamiliar process by this point, though usually it had far less exciting intent. This was not about cleaning, or polishing, or even returning stolen goods.
This was about revenge.
Focusing his attention on the sleeping king, Merlin swiped his eyes to the drapes of the bed at the top two corners, chanting an incantation. The fabric wound and tied itself around Arthur's wrists - perfectly balanced between holding firm without cutting off his blood flow. Then came the bedsheets themselves, winding around the bottom bedposts and around Arthur's legs with a similar spell.
Smirking to himself, Merlin slinked away to the furthest point of the room. Giving himself a mindless task of busywork to wait for Arthur to waken.
After what felt like hours, there was movement. At first, the sounds of a half-sleeping grunt and a rough attempt at turning himself over came from Arthur's bed. Then, a slightly bewildered collection of mumbles and tugs to the material. Before finally,
"WHAT THE-?" Arthur bellowed, thrashing in the binds. "MERLIN!"
Deciding to take this moment to make himself known, Merlin popped his head from around the corner. "Morning sunshine."
"Merlin." Arthur breathed an exasperated sigh of relief, before continuing his brash tone. "Get me out of here!"
Merlin smirked at his friend. "Oh but I've got a long day of work ahead, I feel I deserve some entertainment."
Arthur glared at him. "Merlin. Get. Me. Out."
Just to rub the situation in, Merlin sat on the lower half of the bed (where Arthur couldn't reach) with his legs crossed, letting his chin fall on his hands - eager to watch the show.
Realising his manservant was going to be absolutely no help, Arthur began thrashing again, tugging at the drapes of his bedframe with little success.
"You know," Merlin suggested. "If you'd just relax, maybe you'd get out."
"I can't relax!" Arthur cried indignantly. "I am stuck, and hungry - I haven't even had breakfast! I'm wasting away-"
"Oh you're fine." Merlin laughed, poking Arthur's exposed side.
Arthur shrieked and recoiled (as best as the bedding would allow), internally cursing his decision to sleep without a shirt on. He locked eyes with his manservant, watching the cogs tick momentarily in Merlin's brain.
"Oh~?" Merlin grinned. "What's this?"
"Merlin I swear to you..." Arthur threatened, trying his best to keep his composure. "I will throw you in the stocks if you come any closer."
Merlin shrugged. "You've done worse." And crawled closer.
"I'll have you executed!" Arthur's voice was beginning to break with nerves.
Merlin laughed briefly. "You wouldn't survive without me."
Pulling himself together, Arthur called upon his most serious, kingly, threatening tone. "I'll ban you from the tavern!"
Merlin rolled his eyes, before clambering behind his friend - reveling in the freedom he had to really draw out the anticipation.
"Guahards!" Arthur shrieked, a bark of laughter breaking up his command as he twisted as far away from Merlin as he could. "Help!"
"Oh they can't hear you." Merlin grinned, noting the way Arthur almost seemed to relax at that statement. Perhaps the king needed this more than he did.
Either way, Arthur was royally screwed.
Merlin's spindly fingers began climbing up Arthur's sides, making the king jolt and yelp with every touch. Even when all he could see was Arthur's reddening ears, Merlin knew Arthur's face was scrunched as tightly as possible - avoiding even the smallest semblance of a smile.
Surprisingly, as Merlin's hands climbed higher, Arthur's breathing relaxed. The tension in his muscles remained, not allowing himself the risk of letting out so much as a snicker, but clearly his ribs and armpits weren't where Merlin should be focusing.
Following the cues of his victim friend, Merlin let his hands drag down over the curves of Arthur's love handles. Instantly, the king's breathing hitched - bingo.
Continuing the previously-built anticipation, Merlin slowly scraped his blunt fingernails against Arthur's skin, pulling his digits from splayed out to centered on the king's sides. Arthur was practically vibrating at this point with the pure effort of keeping his reactions at bay. Desperately gripping at the tough-guy facade with a pained grimace on his face, he pulled at the drapes his limbs were caught in at violent, random intervals.
"You're allowed to smile, you know." Merlin teased right in his friend's ear, adding a little more pressure to transition into light poking.
Arthur yelped in reaction, before grunting - as if to remind Merlin that Arthur was the King of Camelot, far too tough for something as childish as being ticklish.
Unfortunately, he had a little shit of a man-servant. And someone who knew exactly what to do to get him to crack a smile.
"Huh, maybe His Majesty the King isn't ticklish after all..." Merlin proclaimed, watching Arthur's cheek twitch into a stifled (but amused) grin, before clawing his hands against Arthur's sides.
Arthur's body seized, pulling against the fabric holding him in place so tightly Merlin thought the bedframe might snap, before slumping into Merlin's tickly grasp.
And the sweetest, most childish giggles Merlin had ever heard bubbled out of Arthur's mouth.
"Meh-meh-meherlihin!" Arthur gasped between bouts of soft laughter. "Wahahait!"
"Oh?" Merlin raised an eyebrow (not that Arthur could see). "Are you ticklish, Arthur?"
Arthur ducked his head to his shoulder. "Shuhuhut up Meherlin!"
It was at this moment, Merlin realised that while Arthur was occasionally pulling on the binds, it didn't seem intentional. Arthur only seemed to really pull with one hand, and not even to protect himself.
It seemed he was only focused on covering his (now bright red) face... Interesting.
"What's the matter?" Merlin beamed, peeking his head around next to Arthur's. "It can't tickle that badly."
"Meherlin!" Arthur's eyes widened with a flustered laugh, before flicking his head in the other direction. "Shuhuht uhuhup!"
Merlin laughed. "You're one to talk about shutting up Mr Giggles."
Arthur's cheeks burned even brighter - the poor guy looked more flustered than Merlin had ever seen him before. At this point Merlin was having more fun teasing the king than actually tickling him.
Though by this point, Arthur was almost getting used to the clawing at his love handles, so Merlin decided to swap techniques and start squeezing at Arthur's hip bones.
Turns out, Arthur has the perfect layering of fat and muscle for Merlin to drill his fingers all the way into the king's hips without pain - just a hell of a lot of tickling.
Arthur screeched, and though his breathing became more frantic and his struggling became more erratic, the bubbly giggles from before sounded just as carefree (just a little less gentle).
"Meher- nohohoho- meherlin wahahait!" Arthur cackled, his face in a permanent beam.
"Well isn't this just adorable." Merlin teased, pitter-pattering his fingers over Arthur's stomach before returning to the king's hips. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you this happy."
"Shuhuhut uhup meheherlin!"
Merlin grinned at his friend, finally deciding to show mercy. Poor Arthur was nearing exhaustion, and he still had a full day of training with the knights ahead of him.
With a swift, inconspicuous mutter, Merlin loosened the drapes holding Arthur hostage. It took the king a few moments to finally realised he could free himself, and he escaped with a little less hurry than Merlin expected.
But even after Arthur's breathing returned to normal, and the flush had almost faded from his face, Arthur still had a massive grin splitting his cheeks and his arms folded over his eyes.
Merlin stood off the bed and let his friend lie there for a few moments, waiting for the usual threat or sarcastic quip that followed their usual banter sessions.
"Will that be all, my lord?" Merlin grinned, moving towards the door (and hoping to provoke some sign of life out of the guy.)
Arthur just giggled again. "Shuhut up Merlin."
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eggsploded · 9 months
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moar you say.. why then gregor and rodya of coarse....
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where would i be without rodigor. where would WE be, without rodigor.
first impression: THE fuckin guy. this dude owns. (insert 50 invasive questions about cockroach anatomy and behavior) i was peeved his roach arm resembled more of a beetle horn than a arm
current impression: when chef greg dropped i got so horny i went to bed lightheaded i still love gregor dearly but my love for him has mellowed like the fondness for a favorite pasta dish.
favorite moment: literally every old fart moment he has. when he forgets names when he berated sinclair for not cleaning his plate when he goes uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in his dialogue because he doesnt know where hes going with this
story idea: despite his deep frying and boiling during hells chicken i think the bus kinda Likes this guy. gregors a bit of a hot commodity. hes just a fella you can Jive with. a real Stand Up guy. now let him be loved, if obliviously through his own self consciousness. a friendly heathcliff rough slap on the back delays his depressive episode by 15 minutes
fav relationship: oh boy where to start!!!! rodigor. enough on that. meurgreg, not really romantic to me but i like the art of it that is. it revolves around a big fella carrying him under his arm so automatic slay. ive seen a little gregcliff action on the TL but its more of a 'work got me friends with people twice my age like whats uncle greg up to' ordeal to me. now lets get insane. gregsang is incredible to me because yi sang is the only mf on that bus EASIER than gregor. gregor got game? that hes aware of? while stuttering the whole journey? its kind of crazy. i dont actually have a reason why they would even like eachother yet but put rodya in there somewhere to toy with them if you want true crackshipping fun
fav headcanon: hes a little chunky
RODYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my favit
first impression: me furiously searching for her height on the wiki + nodding my head sagely deciding woman with sleepy eyes is peak character design (faust included). i trust her wholeheartedly even if she leads me hand in hand into a woodchipper
current impression: waiting for projmoon to drop more lore on her desperately because i know canto 2 wasnt everything. i feel a disconnect with the fanbase about her because i see rodya characterized sooooo differently than how i think of her. the gambling thing and her effortless confidence for example isnt really questioned like how it is with dons bravado. i see her gambling as an outlet for her complicated views on money. she feels as though being financially 'secure' as the lone survivor as a betrayal to all the deaths she caused. gambling not only aligns with her current im the hottest shit attitude but also is a way for her to not be responsible for money. the hoarding of wealth is what caused her community to starve, why would she want to do something that seems to harm others? shes very self destructive, and feigning as slots star is just one of the ways she forces herself to 'stay in the cold'. ummmmmmmmm anyway im really normal about rodya and think about her a normal amount also her love for decadant food really resonates with me as someone who was poor in childhood because the difference between eating to live and living to eat is Astronomical
favorite moment: shes started branching out and calling other people than greg pet names and it is so exciting. faust has now reached babe status!! good for her!!! also when she infantalizes sinclair its terrible for him but REALLY funny for me when he responds back and reminds her oh right this is a 22 year old man. also her random interjections that are socialist ideology are really funny because they always feel so fucking random and like projmoon is remembering why crime and punishment was written and going drop this bomb ass line itll go so hard guys
story idea: i want her to play poker against yi sang because hes weird and also his poker face is like. genuine and dear adoration for being able to play with his companions because deep in his soul is gardens and butterflies. she would be so freaked out not only because this guy agreed to playing poker but also because he is invasively (he didnt mean it) staring into her SOUL to find solutions
fav relationship: my thoughts are half the bus are in love with gregor and the other half with rodya with cases of overlap. rodya is so epic because shes seemingly got it together to the more deranged sinners but to anyone else its like oh my god this paper mache bitch the former being more faustish the latter being more ryoshuish. faustya is cute because faust initially wanted to absorb more Bad Bitch Strategems and then kinda got a crush and is hardcore malfunctioning also kurokumo ryodion got sumn GOING yall crazy love is love though
fav headcanon: shes actually really short for Lobotomy Corp Backstreets Russia and everyone there is just freakishly tall (see: sonya)
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M6 helping the Mc get over a dream where their s/o died? I love the angst you write btw
~M6 helping MC get over a dream where their s/o died~
// Hello!! I had lots of fun with this one, I even added the dream/nightmare prompt below. Hope you like it, thank you for making a request <3 //
The dream/nightmare-
The middle of the colosseum echoes, the skittering of red beetles are coming from the outside. You look down to see your darling in the middle, as if they are about to be judged. To your right is the Devil, his grin wide as can be, “Tell me, MC...what would you do if I came back? Took them away? Left you alone? Besides...you are just a fool.” The skittering beetles come pouring in like wave, knocking your love to the ground and out of sight. The only thing that remains is a tattered piece of their clothing...
Asra:
You wake up already in his arms, he could tell right away something was amiss
His eyebrows are furrowed, “MC, are you okay? What’s wrong”
He helps you sit up and catch a breath
You tell him what you saw and he frowns
He can’t keep his hands off of you
Is afraid what will happen if he does, he can’t afford to let you go
“It’s okay MC...I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. The Devil himself couldn’t make me-”
Faust comes up to comfort you two
Cuddle Puddle
Nadia:
You wake up to Nadia gently brushing the side of your face
“Darling? Is everything okay, I noticed you weren’t sleeping well-”
You tell her what you saw and she sighs, her fingers grazing over your cheek
“Please do not worry, MC. I’m right here and won’t be going anywhere”, she’s says softly
She has you position your head on her lap, her hand running through your hair and massaging your scalp
She calls for the servants to make some lavender tea
You spend the rest of the night talking about the dream and what it could mean (if it means anything)
Julian:
He woke up before you, had a similar nightmare of his own
Was able to tell that you were having a nightmare, you were breathing heavy
He wakes you up, gently shaking your shoulder
“MC, MC!!! Are you okay-”, his voice filled with worry
He puts his hand on your forehead, “You’re really warm MC, let me get you a cool towel”
You tell him about you saw, he saw something vaguely similar
“Well lucky for us, my days of being on trial are over. He can’t hurt us anymore-”
Spends all night comforting you, gives you a shoulder massage
Starts telling you funny stories about his travels as a distraction
Muriel:
You wake up out of breathe, waking Muriel up with you
He notices something is wrong right away, brushing the side of your face
He cups your face in his hands, “MC, what wrong?”
His face is red with worry
You tell him about what you saw
His eyes sadden and he stays silent
He pulls you close, his hand around your waist and the other cradling your head
He lays a kiss on your forehead
Inanna senses what's going on comes over to the bed, joining in on the love
Portia:
You wake up to Pepi’s meows, her paws lightly treading on you and Portia on the bed
Portia yawns, rubbing her eyes and looks at you
“Pepi it’s not eve-”, she can tell somethings off
“MC, are you alright?”
She scoots herself closer, putting a hand on your cheek
“You’re warm, sweetheart. Whats wrong?” 
You tell her what you saw and she frowns, tears forming in her eyes
She pulls you to here chest, “Those beetles won’t get me for as long as I live MC, and they won’t reach you either”
She covers your face with light kisses
Lucio:
You wake up abruptly, Lucio still asleep besides you
Melchior and Mercedes begin whimpering and poking his shoulder with their noses, finally waking him up
They never do this, so he knows something is wrong
Turning over, he can tell you’re not okay
“What’s wrong, my dear?”, he puts his arm around you and pulls you close
You tell him what you saw and his face goes white
His eyebrows furrow, “That goat can try if he wants, but he has nothing on me and you-”
He smirks, he fingers tracing your shoulder before pulling you up into his lap, “Besides, we have two wonderful guard dogs”
Melchior and Mercedes wag their tails, softly barking in agreement
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Led Zeppelin Pride Advent Calendar Day 8: Happy pride to Jimmy and Robert’s trip to Morocco during June and July of 1975, where they stayed for 4-6 weeks (sources are dubious), traveling through the country in a Range Rover. Morocco had a “hippie trail” that Westerners would trek through in the 50s-70s, which seems to be what they did. According to the two of them they visited (infodump under cut):
Marrakech, to see the Folk Festival and the Jemaa el-Fnaa square. They stayed at La Mamounia Hotel (incidentally where famous queers Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé stayed for a little while before buying a house there)
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Ouarzazate
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Essaouira
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Guelmim
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Agadir
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and some place near Tan Tan Plage with salt flats and flamingos, which was probably Khnifiss Lagoon
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and finally, drove back up through Spain to the Montreux Jazz Festival where they met back up with the rest of the band.
On the trip:
“What is your favorite journey?”
“Marrakech to the Algerian border.”
“For any particular reason?”
“Yeah, just the way the landscape changes and the humor of the people and…it’s just infinite landscape, beautiful.”
“What, or who, is the greatest love of your life?
“…Oh, my goodness me. Uh—I can’t go there…”
BBC Radio 2 Jo Whiley interview with Robert Plant, July 10, 2021
"One day we had lunch with a local police chief and received his blessing before travelling on, and we showed him on an old map where we wanted to go. He called round one of his friends who was a tourist guide and the guide told me and Jimmy he had been that route once in his life but wouldn't go again because he was a married man. We still went, driving for hours and hours and the further south we went, the more it seemed like a different country. Gone are the people who can take the back pocket off your Levi's without you knowing it, and you're into a land of nice, honest people who find a Range Rover with Bob Marley music very strange.”
Robert Plant, interview with Chris Charlesworth, Creem, May 1976
“I suggested that Page meet me. My wife Maureen went back, she left as Jimmy was landing. Then we headed south. We managed to get down into the salt flats past Tan Tan Plage where all the pink flamingo colonies are. Phew, that was some place. Amazingly desolate and yet… beautiful. We were gonna spend the night on this salt flat. I remember we had a Primus stove you pumped up, so in the desert darkness there was just this glow to cook an omelette or whatever. Suddenly coming in from everywhere, beetles, phosphorescent insects popping out, it was amazing. Then the Moroccans, it’s their job to be funny, said, ‘There are mountain lions here.’ I said, ‘No, that can’t be true, there’s nothing for them to eat.’ He looked at me and said, ‘Are you sure about that?’ So I went, ‘Oh!’ Got back in the car and drove back to Guelmim or somewhere like that. It was amazing down there then, once you got through all the machine gun nests and that. ‘Cos the army was parked right across, east to west.
“We stayed in Guelmim, the Salam Hotel. I remember calling my wife and having to book the call three days in advance. Fortunately, she was in when I called. One morning, we woke up. It was a Friday or Saturday. The camel market was out the back. I opened the windows. We were listening to The Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter, it was real Cheech And Chong shit, and I said to Jimmy, ‘Fuck this, let’s get out of here I want a pint of bitter.’ We drove straight to Tangier, we got the boat across to Algeciras, then we went to Torremolinos. We went to a disco and we stood in the middle of the floor with two pints of Watney’s Red Barrel, with all the lights and music.”
“‘All the old gods are long gone. But still…’ An interview with Robert Plant,” Uncut, September 2014
"It was funny you know, but Jimmy and I had this pastoral thing that we traveled back from places through—we had adventures in Thailand and India, and Jimmy went on to Egypt. I spent so much time in Morocco and got him to come down there in 72 [sic]. We traveled a lot, just off the beaten track and we got pretty close to—sometimes, when we were very lucky to get out of some of these places, or we found ourselves in the wrong parts of nearly every city we went to, intentionally, quite often … "
"Were the trips primarily designed for inspiration or was it just what you were interested in the time and the inspiration happened to happen?"
"No, we just didn't want to go home.”
Robert Plant, Broken Record, Hosted by Rick Rubin, February 2022
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Jimmy Page, Anthology
Days went by when you and I bathed in eternal summer’s glow
As far away and distant, our mutual child did grow
Led Zeppelin, “Achilles Last Stand”
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