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muppetebbtide · 1 month

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discworld dashboard simulator

❓ ankhmorporkpolls

🧙🏻 blackalisstan

This is like that tsortian guy who had to pick between goddesses and started a war and then died. Or like paying the assassin's guild to kill you

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*inhume

🧙🏻 blackalisstan

piss off you posh knob

🍴 priestessofanoia

tbf I don't think the watch is wasting its time on this blue hellsite so ur probably safe there. the POSTMASTER however...

#sometimes I think only bloody stupid johnson could have come up with this fucking site

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ALL'S WELL!

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nvm lmao 😭

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#ppl on here are actually sooooo ankh morpork centric it's insane #'EVERYONE knows webblethorpe the unconscious' who??? why the fuck should I??? #like HELLO there's other places on the disc? #and klatch is NICER like omg

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unseenuniconfessions reblogged:

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Ook

#SO TRUE KING

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Anonymous asked:

Is lord vetinari gay

🪄ramtopswitches answered:

Why would you ask us, a ramtops witches blog, this

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CALLOUT: @ /spanglersal (deactivated)

• started a Kickstarter to crowdfund a click of Captain Vimes & Errol then disappeared with the money and has gone completely ghost on everyone

• apparently stole over 100k

• cringe

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Anonymous asked:

Blessings be upon this askbox

🌷queen-of-lancre answered:

I don't know if this is nanny pretending to be granny, or if it's actually granny, and I think I'm too scared to find out

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Gonna go skating on the frozen river ankh!!

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HAVE FUN

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Thanks man!

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is. is the post office posting crab rave bc reacher gilt just turned up dead

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The Crumley's Hogswatch grotto is being advertised again but somehow I just don't think they can top last year's... like idk where they got the budget from but the real pigs?? CRAZY. my little sister asked for a pony and there was just one in the house when we got back like?? My mum was PISSED but yes talk abt Hogswatch magic. Still wonder how they pulled it off

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💖 angelofmusic

It's literally SO unfunny to be making jokes about the Opera Ghost when you all KNOW I saw so many of my friends DIE last year??? I literally have so much PTSD from it... like it's so insensitive you're all actually the WORST

#vent #don't rb #some of you will say ANYTHING for a cheap laugh :(

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My dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “narrative causality” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯

Me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw the Duc turn into a frog

My buddy Mrs Pleasant, pacing: Lilith de Tempscire is lying to us

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#no idea if this is even funny. whatever! I had fun!#discworld #terry pratchett #gnu terry pratchett #witches abroad #going postal #hogfather #maskerade #tumblr simulator #dashboard simulator #my post #tag edit: I did not realise today was the anniversary of Terry's passing... but it certainly serves as a tribute!? gnu ledge

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volfoss · 1 year

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I'm working on a faceup and using a lot of pastels to get the eyeshadow vibrant. This is definitely a struggle on grey resin but i think the funniest side effect (since I'm using the pastels for eyeshadow) is the entire inside of the head is bisexual colors instead of grey

#^ doing bi colored eyeshadow #i will clean it all out i just am like good lord lmao. my desk is ALSO covered in pastels. i just did not um. think about how it would take #so so long to build bright colors up on dark resin. happy w how its turning out tho since it's my grail and its going ok 👍#<- was so fucking scared to do it bc of this fact #but the face is so so easy to work on like... idk it's all coming together. having to do different brow tactics too its all so scary.#twist rambles #reminded me that i need to post my silly scar updates on my last faceup bc i touched those up too 👍 which ill do later

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captainfern · 9 months

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Damnnnn, 70% of y’all want to see reader getting caught ? That’s crazzyyyy.. me too

Feed us captain 👩‍🦯

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Anonymous asked:

I know recs are closed but that's crazy that anon requested inexperienced reader with Gaz/Price bc I was gonna request inexperienced reader with Price where he talks her through/teaches her how to ride him 💀

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Marigold pt. 5

dbf!Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“Marigold” by Nirvana]

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• summary - you and price get caught. let's see how this goes lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 2.1k • warnings - fem!reader, dad’sbestfriend!price, established relationship?, age gap [whatever you want it to be as long as it's legal lmao], unprotected piv, you go for a ride, praise, soft!price, this starts with smut then ends with plot? idk, strong language

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It had been about nine months since you and Price had been "together". Together was a bit of a stretch, but it had been just over nine months since you both began fucking each other, and fucking no one else besides each other. That was basically together, right?

With your dad out of the house for the day, you had invited Price around. You missed him. And although you had the intentions of just spending a cozy, lazy day with him, that idea flew out the window as soon as he walked through your bedroom door.

So you now find yourself straddling Price as he leans up against your headboard, his large hands on your hips. You have your hands on his shoulders as he slowly sinks you onto his cock, a soft groan passing through his lips. You keen, moaning desperately as he fills you slowly. It's almost too slow.

His cock drags along your walls, inching further and further. Price doesn't let you take control until the head of his cock nestles taut against your cervix, your clit flush with the thatch of hair around the base of his length.

You whimpered loudly as he grinds you against him, your body automatically listening to his non-verbal commands. The movements shoot hot bursts into the depths of your womb, swirling around the base of your tummy, your legs clamping tight around his lap.

"Come on then, sweetheart. Want you to ride me," he whispered, nosing the soft skin beneath your ear. "You can do that, can't you?"

You whimpered again, muscles already tired. After all, he had just dragged three orgasms from you five minutes ago. Two with his mouth, another with his fingers.

He kissed up the column of your throat as you attempted to drag yourself against him, but you whimpered for a third time when you couldn't be fucking bothered. Muscles, orgasm-lax. Core, fluttering and pulsing around him.

"Tired, sweetheart?" Price cooed gently, taking hold of your hips once more. "S'all right. I'll help you. I'll teach you."

He began to move you with his hands, pushing and pulling your hips in a fluid movement. He dragged you up and down gently, too, and you felt overstimulated at the feel of his hard cock against your slick walls. You whined at Price's gentle pace, and at the fact you could feel everything.

Your slick hole was a fluttering mess around him, making Price groan deeply into your neck, where he continued to suck bruises along the sensitive flesh. He rocked you against him, side to side, up and down. His grip was tight, but he was so gentle. He guided you through it, speaking softly, nothing more than a whisper as he praised you.

"Good girl, there you go. Just like that," he murmured, peppering kisses along your collarbone now. "Feel's so good. Making me feel so good."

You hummed a moan, scared that it would turn into another loud whimper. Price detached from your collarbone and placed his mouth to yours, kissing you slow. It lacked definitive movement, your lips smoothing together, smearing saliva as his tongue swiped against yours. You whined, your clit stimulated as he ground you against his pelvis.

"Perfect girl, sweetheart. My perfect girl. S'that feel good? You feel good, baby?"

You nodded, eyelids drooping. His cock was warm and heavy inside you, knocking firmly at the plug of your womb. Your arousal pooled around his cock and out of your cunt, stretched wide around him and glistening with the remnants of three orgasms already.

Your fourth one was already building. Buzzing like static in your lower abdomen, blooming into heat that made your legs tremble around Price's lap. His grip on you tightened, and he watched you as your face contorted in pleasure— eyes closing, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

"Feels so good, doesn't it, sweetheart?"

"J-John..."

It was always when you were the most overstimulated, the most desperate, that his first name slipped out. And he fucking loved it, which is probably why he was so intent on getting multiple orgasms out of you each time you slept together.

"You can come, pretty girl. You want to come 'round my cock, yeah? Go on then, let go for me, sweetheart. Want to feel you come 'round me."

You moaned quietly as your orgasm rocked through you. You sobbed out in pleasure, the sting of pleasurable tears at the back of your eyes as you came around his cock. Your cunt squeezed him tight, and he grunted softly, continuing to fuck his cock into you as you fell lax against him.

"That's it, that's it, 'atta girl, so fucking good for me," he mumbled, thrusting into you a bit harder now, your arms clinging to his shoulders. "Such a good girl, baby. Did so well. 'M so proud of you, sweetheart."

You sobbed against his shoulder, body burning up. It felt so good. You were growing dizzy, overstimulation blanketing you. But Price kept you grounded.

"M'coming, m'coming, fucking hell..." He dragged out, grunting. He came deep inside you, filling you full and warm. You whimpered out, and he rubbed his hands down your back, soothing you.

You both fizzled down from your highs together, evening your breathing in silence. Soon after, Price lifted you from his lap and tucked you beneath your bedsheets, placing a kiss to your temple.

"Get some rest." He told you, before he was disappearing into your bathroom.

He had a quick shower, scrubbing himself using your body wash. He liked to smell like you. It was his favourite smell besides his own cologne. After, he wrapped a towel around his waist and, with his stomach grumbling, headed downstairs in search of something to eat.

He settled for some cereal, and ate it leaning against the kitchen counter. He wanted to eat with you, but the way you passed out as soon as he tucked you into bed made him stay downstairs, not wanting to disturb you further.

Halfway through his cereal, Price heard a car come up the driveway. He paused, spoon near his lips, listening as the engine stopped and a door open and closed. Footsteps, paired with a distinct humming.

Price lowered his spoon, sighing.

Your dad. Home early. Of course he was.

Now, Price knew that eventually, eventually, he'd come out and tell your dad— his best mate— that you and him were seeing each other. He just didn't expect it to be today. When he was wearing nothing but a towel. Eating cereal in your kitchen. You asleep and naked upstairs.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." His own words echoed around his head.

I guess today was the day he was crossing that fucking bridge.

Your dad entered the kitchen, humming happily to himself, but pulled up short when he saw Price in the kitchen. Price nodded in greeting, continuing to eat his cereal.

"Price, mate, what're you doing here?" Your dad smiled. "And... in a towel? Eating my cereal..."

Price shrugged. "Just thought I'd stop by. I... need to talk to you about something anyway."

"What's up?" Your dad asked, settling onto one of the barstools at the kitchen island across from Price. He looked Price up and down, letting out a low whistle. "Price, mate, how are you still in such good shape?"

Price chuckled. "That good ol' military physique, eh?"

Your dad chuckled too, his eyes on Price's neck. He laughed again, pointing to his own neck in a slightly awkward gesture. "You didn't tell me you had a lady?"

Hickeys.

Fuck.

Price cleared his throat. "That's... what I wanted to talk to you about."

He put his bowl of cereal in the sink adjacent, appetite gone. Your dad waited patiently for him to continue, a small smile on his lips.

"I've... been seeing this woman for about nine months now," Price said. "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I genuinely couldn't imagine my life without her."

"Aww, how sweet." Your dad pouted, then chuckled softly. "D'you love her?"

"I do, yeah. I love her so much," Price ignored the emotion he could feel building up in the back of his throat. "There's just... a couple things I think you should know."

"You don't need my permission to date people anymore, Price. We're not twenty anymore," your dad said. "Unless it's my ex-wife. That would be deeply concerning."

"It is definitely not your ex-wife." Price replied.

"Good!" Your dad laughed. "So, do I know her?"

"Yeah, you do."

"Oh, really? Who?"

Price cleared his throat.

"Price, mate?"

Price sighed. "It's... fucking hell, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for—?"

"It's your daughter," Price said quickly. "I'm dating your daughter."

Your dad's mouth hung agape, and silence filled the kitchen. Price kept your dads gaze as best he could. He was fucking scared.

Your dad closed his mouth, and slowly got out of his seat. Price held a hand towards him, a gesture to take it easy and hold on for a second.

"My... daughter?" Your dad spoke lowly.

"Yeah... yes, fuck, I'm sorry, mate, this is not how I wanted to tell you—"

"You're dating my daughter?"

Price nodded. "I love her. I feel like such a shitty fucking friend, but I'm in love with her. I'm serious when I said she's the best thing to ever happen to me—"

"Price, I know you're my best friend," your dad was rounding the kitchen island now. "But I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Fair enough." Price said, and ran.

Your dad chased after him, Price holding his towel up as he sprinted out of the kitchen. He skidded into the hallway, careful not to slip on the hardwood floors, and flew up the stairs. Your dad was right behind.

"Price, you fucking bastard!" Your dad shouted. "My daughter? Of all fucking people?"

"I told you I'm sorry!" Price yelled back, reaching the top of the stairs. "I'm in love with her!"

"Like fuck you are!" Your dad growled as Price slammed into the door of your bedroom and tumbled inside.

Luckily, you were awake and dressed, shocked by the commotion. Price hit the ground, still holding desperately onto the towel around his waist, and your dad stepped over him. He pulled his pistol out of his belt and jammed it beneath Price's jaw.

Well, that fucking escalated.

"Dad! Stop!" You shouted, scrambling off your bed and diving to the floor, literally throwing yourself on top of Price and knocking your dads arm away.

Your dad backed up, fuming.

"You're dating John?" He breathed deeply, out of breath. He gripped his pistol, knuckles tight around it.

You swallowed nervously, feeling the rapid rise and fall of Price's bare chest beneath your hands. "I am."

Your dad cocked the pistol, and you let out a scared yelp.

"Dad, don't!"

"Move, honey."

"Please—"

"Get out of the way."

"I love him!"

Your dad paused. Price looked up at him, still catching his breath. You continued to lay your upper half over his chest protectively.

"I love him," you repeated in a whisper. "He treats me so well, Dad. I feel safe with him. Shouldn't that be what you are about most of all?"

Your dad seethed silently, looking between you and Price on the floor. Then, with a great sigh, he sunk to the floor too. He sat near the door, his pistol still in his hands while Price sat up, and you sat beside him, an arm around his waist.

"How long has this been happening?"

"Nine months." Price said.

"And... you're serious? About... about loving her?" Your dad asked as though the words were painful to get out.

Price answered straight away. "Yes."

Your dad pinched the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut in anger. He took a deep breath before he looked back up. He looked to you now.

"You love him, eh?"

You nodded.

"And he treats you well?"

You nodded again.

"For fucks sake," he hissed, then threw the pistol at Price. It hit Price's chest, and Price grunted. Your dad sighed. "Why'd it have to be my daughter, Price? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"A lot of things." He said. He picked up the pistol, and found that it was empty.

Your dad calmed himself. "Right... right, okay. I'm really fucking pissed but... I mean, you're an adult, honey. I'm... I'm not going to stop you from seeing Price, but I'm not fucking happy about it."

You beamed. You couldn't help it.

"You'll come around." Price said.

Your dad scowled. "Don't fucking push it."

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i stopped it here because i'm lazy

honestly this turned out so unserious but i think i prefer it that way lol

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #call of duty mw2 #captain john price #fem reader #captain price #call of duty #captain price smut #price x reader #captain john price smut #captain john price x female reader #dbf!captain john price #captain'snirvana

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callsign-datura · 3 months

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mhm just read your fuckboy!ghost and what if reader decided enough is enough, like she’s tired of the fwb and wants a real thing but ghost are too afraid of commitment alright? ok but what if she ended the thing by ghosting him and he regretted for not making the reader, his girlfriend iskdkdjeksn idk im in a mood angst LMAO

"Ghost, come on, we've been at this for months." You plead, your hands clasped together as you stare up at him from your position beside him. Your eyebrows knit together as you see a glimmer of emotion flicker in his eyes. A low sigh leaves his chest and his response is low. "I can't, doll. Every time we've talked about this, I told you. I. Can't." He says, turning his head towards you and looking down at you.

God, you were so... cute. Cute, in a pathetic way. With rosy cheeks, glassy eyes, and quivering lips. He almost wanted to kiss you. He knew that was what you wanted, it was what he wanted too.

"Well, I can't with the fact you're somehow perfectly okay with not having a relationship. Fucking three times in one week, then you ghost me for two. It's getting really fucking tiring, Simon." Your voice is exceptionally sharp, and you're getting stern. He hasn't heard this from you before and it's odd to see you respond so strongly. Normally you're so passive, and... he would be lying if he didn't find it hot. But a familiar twinge of fear made his stomach flip, and he started feeling uneasy. His eyebrows knit together as he looked down at you, brown eyes swirling with a mix of fear, desire, and hurt.

As he stared at you, disappointment made your heart drop and your shoulders sag. "Whatever, Ghost. I'm sick of just sitting by and letting you walk all over me as if I'm just some toy to you."

"Doll, you know that's not true," he grunted, panic rising in his throat. Normally he wouldn't get so emotional or defensive, but hearing you talk like that made him scared. What if he lost you? "I lo- I care about you. This isn't some... one-time thing, and I thought that would've been obvious by now."

"But why don't you want to start a relationship with me? That's all I want and you know that it's all I want." "I-I can't... I just can't." His voice trembled for a moment, but then he realized you were going to continue pushing him on this. "I can't." "Why can't you?" Your voice rose slightly, the anger in your tone unmistakeable as you used your hands to gesture; a small effort to expel some of the adrenaline building in your body from finally confronting him on this. "I just can't, okay? Drop it. Please, let's just--" "No. I can't go back to the way it was." Your voice lowered slightly as you looked up at him, tears building in your eyes and your voice trembling slightly. Your chest tightened. "I love you, Ghost, and I want to hear you say it back. If you can't... we're over. I'm done." Silence hung in the air between him and you. The panic was rushing in his body, and for a moment you saw genuine fear in his eyes. The words weren't coming. His brain ran over all the things that would happen if he finally admitted it. Would you see him as weak? Would he ruin this relationship just like he's ruined his other relationships? Is there any way out of this that doesn't involve revealing how weak and pathetic he is? "Doll, I--"

"Say it. Say it, or..." you paused to take a breath, your lips parting and your chest rising as you gathered the courage. "I'm leaving. I can't deal with this anymore... I can't see you every other night, get reminded of how much I love you, and then you're gone the next day." Your voice broke, and he was reminded of how much of a shitty person he was. "I can't... lay awake, wondering if you love me back. I can't deal with you not opening up to me."

His heart broke when he saw that tear roll down your cheek. He hated seeing you cry, he hated seeing you hurt. He wanted nothing more than to embrace you and comfort you. He doesn't know what he'd do if he did. He just doesn't want you to leave, but ironically that's the same thing that's pushing you away. The silence continues, and your expression morphs as the seconds pass. "Fucking hell, Ghost, I--" You grunt, cutting yourself off before you twirl on your heel. He blinks, and you're gone.

He stares at the doorway you've gone through, and his heart breaks again as he watches your form disappear around the corner. Tears stung his eyes and he brought his hands to his face, the balaclava feeling suddenly claustrophobic as it clung to his face. He stood there for what felt like hours, his heart in his stomach and the fabric of his balaclava damp with a mix of sweat and tears. He takes a shaky step towards the door, and he shuts it. His breath is shaky and he can't stop himself from tearing up once again, tears falling and smearing his eyeblack as he moves and sits down at the edge of his bed. The mattress creaks under the addition of his weight. "Christ, I'm such..." He couldn't find the words. You were gone. Gone and he was alone. He lost the one thing he thought he'd cherish forever. Just because he couldn't admit that he loved you. His hands shakily find his phone, and he draws it from his pocket, turns it on, and flips to the contacts screen. He finds yours, and he taps on it, opening your message history; filled with sentences from you, checking on him, asking him if he needs anything... and his replies, just one word. He lets out another shaky breath and he wipes away the moisture from his eyes with the back of his hand, moving to write a message. "Please. I'm so sorry. I love you. Can we talk about this? I'm sorry." He taps send. It doesn't go through. His gaze focuses on the message, and he realizes what he's lost. He's an idiot. You're gone. Why couldn't he have just said the words you wanted to hear? His fear doesn't mean anything compared to the pain he feels knowing he's just lost the most beautiful thing in his life. He's lost you. His flower, his darling, his sweetheart, the one he dreamt about pouring his heart out to, the one he dreamt about going on dates with, the one person he thought he might actually let love him. You're gone and he feels emptier than ever. You're gone because he was too stupid to make it clear that he loved you. And now, he'll never get a chance to show you that he loves you.

#simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost angst #angst #callsign datura

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islandofsages · 4 months

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Hey ! Can I ask for the Diasomnia boys reacting to a male!Ignihyde!reader who join the gargoyle club (idk if it's name) ?

Like, the reader is really just interest in the gargoyles, and isn't scare of Malleus (or anyone, really. Man is too tired for being scare.)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it.

Have a good day/night ! And happy new year too.

characters: diasomnia boys x male ignihyde reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, fluff, imagines + scenario format; mentions of malleus in literally everything, lilia being a dad

warnings: none

author's notes: reader is so idgaf energy i love it. also i just remembered the small font feature exists LMAO do tell me if it's too small, i'll change it back to the original size!! if not, i'll change my previous posts to the smaller font. also you have a good day/night too anon ! and happy new year :D

Malleus Draconia

Oh? You want to join the Gargoyle Studies Club? You’re being serious? Oh!

Words cannot describe how happy he is about a fellow gargoyle appreciator though his expression doesn’t really show that

And to think you see him as just another dude… such honor was bestowed upon him…!

He’ll excitedly bring you to every gargoyle he’s found on campus and infodump about them - and you’d write them down somewhere if you’re in the mood

Sometimes you’d find new gargoyles and bring him to them and you start to do likewise

Even outside of club activities you two geek out about gargoyles at times which has earned you two the title of nerds

“Have I told you about the time I’ve met talking gargoyles? I never thought I would see such a day…”

Gargoyles aside, he has times where he confides his personal daily life in you and in turn, he’ll ask you what’s it like being in Ignihyde, etc

After being around each other so much, it feels weird when you guys aren’t together - some people would ask where Malleus is whenever you’re on your own, and vice versa

People found it weird how close an Ignihyde student is to someone from a different dorm too and you’re not sure if you should be flattered or not

But in a sense, Malleus really is your other nerdy half.

Sebek Zigvolt

You?????? Join the club where Malleus is president and is the only member of?????????

“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE WORTHY OF JOINING SUCH A CLUB?”

Well, for one, the fact that you’re unfazed by his constant yelling and therefore probably too tired to be fazed by anything, consequently making you the perfect companion to Malleus because you wouldn’t react inappropriately to Malleus’ conduct

And that you actually are interested in gargoyles. That too. You tell all this to him

He clutches his head with one hand, debating your logic. You don’t know how and why but he accepts your argument

That doesn’t stop him from monitoring you two’s activities from afar but, again, you couldn’t care less. A sixteen year old’s fanatics is just part of the growing process

Outside of club activities, he interrogates you on what you’ve discussed with Malleus and you just tell him the truth: gargoyles

At some point, he gets so engrossed in your infodump about gargoyles his eyes shine with a new light

Of course, he mentions something about Malleus obviously liking something so interesting and befitting of his status - but he also thanks you for enlightening him on the topic and that he’ll go to you for more information if need be

You’ve converted him. You sometimes see him clutching a book about gargoyles around the school. It’s filled with notes sticking out of the pages. And a portion of that sometimes he’ll run to you to confirm about a fact or two

Maybe it’s safe to say you two are kind of friends now.

Silver

He doesn’t think too much of it other than being glad that Malleus finally has a fellow gargoyle fan he can geek out with

He’d see you and Malleus chatting it up around campus and he can’t stop the tender smile on his face from making an appearance

Sometimes he himself will try to strike up a conversation with you and gargoyle geek aside, he finds that you’re just a pleasant person to talk to and be around

He admits he’s not too close with any of the folks from Ignihyde aside for the Shroud brothers but you brush him off by saying that nobody is really

He also admires how you don’t really let anything get to you. Again, you shrug it off by half-joking that you’re too tired to be scared by anything at this point

He somewhat empathizes with you on that point, grieving over his narcoleptic tendencies with a heavy sigh

You try your best to cheer him up or if you have experience with such things, you give him advice on how to manage it

You then jest that he can tag along with you and Malleus’ club activities whenever he’s free if he wants. The more, the merrier, right?

He ponders it for a minute and nods. You didn’t think he’d actually accept the offer

“I don’t see a reason to refuse. Sebek and I have accompanied Malleus on his trips before. I’m sure this time around will be more fun with you here.”

And so you all do. You all have a royal time together - and the joy on Silver’s face is especially princely.

Lilia Vanrouge

He sheds (crocodile) tears at the thought of Malleus finally having an additional member in his one-man club more friends

Since you’re chill about it, he is too! As long as you get along with Malleus, everything will be fine and dandy

If anything, he’s a bit impressed by how it takes more than the average amount to gain a reaction out of you

…and a bit concerned. Are you sure you’re getting enough nutrients? His paternal instincts kick in when you tell him you’re too tired to have a reaction to anything

He knows that Ignihyde students are mostly shut-ins but he still advises you and makes sure you get a balanced diet

It’s like he’s adopted yet another son

“Oh, (Y/N), you really ought to take care of yourself more.”

You grow a bit annoyed at him sometimes but you know his intentions are good so you don’t protest

You do feel very loved though. You didn’t expect this much from just joining a club for a topic you’re genuinely interested in

But you have to admit it is kind of hard to come by people who aren’t intimidated by the Malleus Draconia, even if you don’t see it as anything special

What’s special, though, is the affection Lilia holds for you.

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hi valerie!

i have a suggestion for a leo x reader. we all know he would give beautiful little gifts, so how do you think he would react when receiving them? like something artistic and carefully handmade. idk just thought it might me cute lmao

thank you 🩶

𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ྂ KNICKNACKS | leo valdez x gn!reader hc's [wc: 586]

leo would be so ecstatic omg

he'd handle the small trinket you made for him with so much care and delicacy, you'd think it was made out of glass. and once he was finished admiring your creation, (though, that would take a while.) he'd immediately blurt out a high-pitched "for me??"

he just struggles to comprehend why someone as talented as you would use your creative abilities for him? he's so used to being overlooked that even the thought of being the recipient of your artistry is almost unfathomable. :(

leo would turn your creations over and over in his hands, silently memorizing every detail, as if he's afraid that your work might vanish if he takes his eyes off of it.

and his reaction?? always stays the same?? no matter how long its been?? you'd present your work to him and he'd be so theatrically shocked. like full on gasping and lowkey fighting for his life as if he hadn't expected the gift at all, even though you'd been showering him with your creations for the past month.

but once he gets past that point?? he becomes almost obnoxious about it. 💀 he'd sit in the dining pavilion so proudly, your little knickknack perched right next to him with the full intent of somebody asking him about it JUST so that he could ramble about you.

literally ONE person would bring it up, just to make small conversation, and he'd be like, "oh, THIS?? it was made by MY partner, for ME, by the way. but no big deal, y'know."

waited his entire life for that moment fr.

i completely mean it when i say leo would sweep ALL the belongings from his shelf to showcase even ONE item you made for him in all its glory. front and center. his siblings are so confused.

but if you start regularly gifting him things and blessing him with your artistry on a daily basis? he'll dedicate an entire shelf to your creations. and it's so funny because the rest of his area is so cluttered and disorganized, with random unfinished projects laying around without a second thought, bed not even made, but the shelf above his bunk?? the one with all your creations sitting on it?? it's so neat?? organized and color coded and everything?? it almost looks out of place.

even when you're away on quests, he still admires the creations you've left behind, tenderly cradling them in his hands and running his fingers over every curve and edge, as though you were still with him in the moment. :((

after some time, the gifting thing would turn into running joke between you two. a game of one-upmanship where every gift had to be better than the last. like if you made him a small sculpture out of clay, he would show up at your cabin the next day with a BOUNTY full of creations he made himself, along with a bouquet of flowers that he borrowed with no intention of giving back (stole) from the demeter kids to top it all off. <3

you'd make him one thing and he makes you ten more, he's so whipped.

leo would cherish your gifts so much, like he's almost scared of ruining them. especially if your gift is something that is SUPPOSED to be worn, like a ring of some sort. he'd proudly wear it around camp, obviously, but he'd check on it every few minutes to make sure it hadn't magically vanished from his finger. or worse, broke.

of course, leo knows he could fix it if it became damaged, but it wouldn't be the same. it wouldn't have your charm and artistry, your unique touch that made it so special.

all in all, leo is so enamored with your creativity, but judging by his actions, you probably already knew that.

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bailé con mi ex l (javier peña x female reader)

summary: After a night out at the club with your friends, you confess to Javier that you danced with your ex-boyfriend and he doesn’t take the news too well.

pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Protective, jealous and slightly possessive Javi, he is a lil toxic, but just a smidge I promise; innocent-ish reader; angst, bits of fluff sprinkled in here and there. Not proofread for spelling, sorry!

word count 2.2k

a/n 📝 wooo, Vee finally popped her Javi cherry. testing the waters with this one, I also have a couple prompts from a while back to still write. it is based on a Becky G song, yes I know she and this song did not exist back in the day (I think? Idk what year she was born tbh) but ANYWAY I just really like the lyrics and plus it’s fiction so who cares lmao. Translations at the end ✨

Tú no me creerás, pensarás que hay algo más

es difícil de entenderlo, pero no sería capaz de enganãrte

y si te lo cuento

es porque tengo muy claro lo que siento

It was half past one o’ clock in the morning—you had told Javier you’d be home by midnight at the very latest. But a night out at one of the more popular clubs in Bogotá celebrating a close friend’s birthday meant that none of the girls were going to allow you to leave that early without giving you some kind of shit about it, so you had stayed just a little while longer and tossed back another drink or two before finally calling it a night. Your friends still gave you grief about it, but knowing Javier, he would be worried, especially since cartel violence in the region had begun to escalate over the last several months, worsening to the point where Javi didn’t even like you going out to the produce market all by yourself in broad daylight.

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you pulled your keys out from your purse, fumbling around with them in the dark until you’d finally found the right one to unlock the front door of yours and Javier’s shared apartment. You slipped inside and the moment that you did, the lights flipped on, causing you to whirl around and let out a startled little yelp.

You turned to see Javier standing there, fully dressed in his jeans and a tight red button up shirt with his set of car keys clutched in hand. “Javi,” You breathed out his name as your hand flew to your chest. You shot him a glare. “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me! What in the world are you doing? Why are you dressed—do you have any idea what time it is right now?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is right now?” Javier retorted, raising an eyebrow at you. Part of him seemed to be upset, but the other part of him seemed more relieved than anything. He tossed his keys down onto the small, hallway table and walked over to you, taking your face between his large hands as he kissed your forehead. He let his lips linger on your skin as he reminded you, “You told me you would be home by midnight, amor. You can’t tell me that and then come home almost two hours later. You know how bad things are out there right now. You could have at least called me to let me know you’d be late.”

“I’m sorry, I know. It’s just that the girls were shoving shot glass after shot glass right into my hands and time just got away from me,” You said, placing both of your hands right over his. Your eyes met his dark brown ones and you flashed him a sincere, apologetic look. “I’m really sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t mean to make you worry, Javi.”

He sighed. “Well, you’re home safe now. That’s all that matters to me.” Javier dropped his hands from your face and led you into the living room. “Can I get you anything, baby? Are you thirsty?”

“Actually, I’d love a glass of water,” You admitted, kicking off your black, high heeled shoes before dropping down onto the supple, brown leather couch. You watched him as he padded over into the kitchen. “I didn’t get as drunk as I thought I would, you know.” You added jokingly, “I think my tolerance for tequila is through the roof now.”

Javi laughed as he pulled a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets; he then filled it with water from the jug he’d pulled out of the refrigerator. “But you still had fun, right?”

“God, I had so much fun,” You told him with a grin. “I danced all night, Javi.”

“With who?” He’d asked the question casually, but you could detect the seriousness behind it.

Your smile faded slightly.

At first, you hadn’t planned to tell him. But Javier was the love of your life, and you would never dare to keep any kind of secret from him.

Still, you knew he wouldn’t be all too happy with what you were about to confess.

Javier walked back over to you, handing you the glass of water. He frowned, noticing the hesitant expression on your face. “What is it?” He placed his hands on his hips, peering at you curiously. “You didn’t dance with any guys, did you?”

“Just one,” You admitted, softly.

Javier froze a moment, his shoulders going rigid.

“What?” Through gritted teeth, he demanded to know, “Who?”

The moment your ex boyfriend’s name fell from your lips, the color drained from Javier’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Setting the glass down on the table beside the couch, you quickly jumped up and held up your hands in defense. “Wait a minute, before you get mad about it, just let me explain—”

“What the hell is there to explain?” Javier nearly growled at you. “That you went to some nightclub and danced with another man? One who happens to be your fucking ex-boyfriend? Es en serio?”

You went up to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Javi, please. Just wait one second—”

He snatched his arm away. “Don’t touch me!”

Your heart sank and you backed away. “Really? You’re not even going to let me explain myself?”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Javier replied coolly. His eyes flickered up and down, giving you a quick once over from head to toe. “I would have never thought that you would be such a—”

Javier stopped himself, knowing all too damn well that he was far too angry to think clearly before letting anything come out of his mouth.

But it was too late.

He could see the hurt that flashed in your eyes.

“Such a what?” You crossed your arms over your chest, the blood in your veins running frigid. You then raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Such a whore?”

“I didn’t say fucking that,” he muttered, averting your gaze.

Blinking back the tears that burned your eyes, you roughly shoved past him and went straight into the bathroom. Trembling, you began looking for a clean washcloth so that you could start taking off your makeup.

The sound of the front door slamming violently just a minute or two later caused you to wince.

Certain that Javier was gone, you sank down onto the cold white tile and began to sob.

A couple of hours later into the early morning, you were sitting on your bed in nothing but one of Javier’s shirts.

You had cried and cried, releasing your emotions until your eyes had gone dry.

You’d hoped Javier would come right back home and talk things out with you, but by the time four o’ clock rolled around, you had given up on that hope. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you were just about to reach out and switch off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed when you heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing.

You swallowed harshly as the sound of his footsteps approaching drew closer and closer.

Javier walked into the bedroom, looking surprised to see you sitting there, still awake at this hour. He spoke in a cold tone that let you know he was still upset with you. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

Even from where he stood, you could smell the heavy stench of cigarettes and scotch all over him.

“I was waiting up for you,” You murmured, quietly.

Javier kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and let out a long sigh. He said nothing else to you as he kicked off his tan boots and began shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Where were you?” You asked him, your small voice breaking through the silence.

“I needed a drink,” he responded curtly with his back to you.

“We have drinks here, you know.”

“Yeah, well I needed something a lot stronger than what we’ve got.”

Finally, Javier had no choice but to turn around and face you.

The second he did, a fresh tear slipped down the side of your face.

Javier’s stomach sank deeply and the expression on his face immediately softened.

“Bebe—”

You lifted both your hands to your mouth, muffling a broken sob.

“Hell, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he walked over, taking a seat beside you on the bed. He reached for your wrists, gently tugging them away from your face. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so upset at you, alright?”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you think that I’m a—?” You’d said the word once, but couldn’t find it in yourself to utter it again.

“Of course I don’t, mi vida. I was just angry, I wasn’t even thinking.” He paused, noticing the way you were trembling and reached up to cradle the side of your face in his palm. “Put yourself in my shoes for a second. Wouldn’t you be angry at me if I came home from a late night at the club and told you I had danced with one of my exes?”

“Probably,” You admitted, feeling the envy boil in your lower belly as you thought about him holding another woman in his arms. “But I would have at least given you the chance to explain yourself. I mean, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Javi?”

Javier opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it shut.

He’d fucked up.

“Well?” You prompted him. “Answer me, Javier. Have I ever done anything to make you think that you can’t trust me?”

“No.” His hand dropped from your face. He spoke again, guilt lacing his tone. “You’ve never given me one single reason not to trust you.”

You let out a small, shaky sigh and brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “He was at the club with his friends tonight,” You began to explain to him. You noticed the way Javier stiffened slightly; although you knew he didn’t want to hear about how you had danced with your ex-boyfriend, you decided to continue on anyway. He needed to know. “He came up to me and he said hello. We had a drink together and then he asked me to dance with him.” Unable to help yourself, you let out a small breathy chuckle. “We danced to quite a few songs, actually. It was just like old times.”

Javier’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists.

Before he could say anything, you lifted one of your own hands to stop him. “He was a great guy, Javier. We had a good relationship, but it just didn’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be. When we broke up, it was amicable and we wished each other best and now, a couple years later, we both have the best. He’s with someone he loves and I’m with someone that I love too.” You offered him a tiny, watery smile. “I don’t have eyes or space in my heart for anyone else but you, Javier. Seeing him again and dancing with him tonight made me realize that I would never even dare to think about jeopardizing our relationship. I love you more than anything, and I would never do anything to betray you.”

He stared at you, mouth agape.

Oh, he’d definitely fucked up.

Before meeting you, Javier had never been the kind of man to do relationships—because he’d never known how to do relationships.

Before you’d walked into his life, all Javier knew was meaningless sex with escorts and informants, one night stands with coworkers—regardless of who he fucked, he had always been able to walk away the following morning without any sort of attachment. It’s what he wanted, or at least, it’s what he’d thought he wanted.

And then Javier met you.

You weren’t the type of woman who he’d normally set his sights on. You didn’t walk around almost naked like half the women in Colombia, you didn’t smoke, you rarely ever even cursed and only drank when your friends pressured you into it—you had this kind of sweet innocence written all over you, and normally Javier would never look twice at a woman like you because a woman like you looked for a boyfriend; not a fuck buddy and certainly not a one night stand.

Javier Peña had never been boyfriend material.

He didn’t know how to be in a relationship.

At least not a healthy one.

Even now, he struggled to be the partner that you deserved. He met your physical needs without a single problem, but your emotional needs were something of a challenge for him. Still, Javi loved you with every fiber of his entire being and he was more than willing to keep on trying to be the man you needed him to be in every way possible.

“I’m sorry,” Javier murmured again after a while. He reached out, placing his hand on your bare thigh. “I am so sorry, baby. Perdoname, preciosa. Please.”

You placed your hand on top of his, giving him another little smile. “Of course I forgive you, Javi.”

Relieved, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. As he began to deepen the kiss, his hands reached out, tugging at the hem of his shirt were wearing.

“Javi, it’s four in the morning,” You giggled against his lips.

Javier chuckled. He pushed you back against the pillows and swung his leg over to climb on top of you. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

“True,” You grinned up at him before pulling him down towards you for another kiss.

;Translations

lyrics:

You might not believe me, you’ll think there’s something more

it’s difficult to understand, but I could never betray you

if I’m telling you this, it’s because I know exactly how I feel

fic:

amor - love

es en serio? - are you serious?

bebe - baby

mi vida - my life

perdoname, preciosa - forgive me, precious girl

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