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unma · 16 days

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So, wanna hear about that Zwei Gregor solo I talked about? Well, too bad, because I only have a couple of screenshots because I was too busy having fun.

However. Guess what Floor 4 boss I rolled. Just guess. Guess.

That's right. Raging Bull. Raging Bull. On the 000 Id that sucks ass at clashing with ego-tier skills.

If this was Dieci Hong Lu I would probably have been fine, but this was a Zwei Gregor with his only non-base EGO being Lantern. And corrosion was not a viable play because the corrosion skill is positive too.

Oh, but guess what. Zwei Gregor sucks at clashing against this abnormality, and it has skills that drain SP, so corrosion is forced anyway.

(I did not in fact return to the boss within the hour)

Anyway, 2 days later I come back and remember that Zwei Gregor is a tank. I mean, I knew that, but I wasn't truly playing like one. I had Grey Coat, the Blood Pack, Lantern and Lantern Don on the bench. I could out-heal any damage in the early battle and out-shield any damage later on.

This battle was how I learnt that burn eats through shield before it hits hp. Meaning. With enough shield. I was immune to burn.

believe it or not, an ideal start to this fight was having a wall of S1s, at least for the first 2 turns. Even with this stalling method, I still barely did enough damage to fight back, and eventually I would corrode and lose clashes with Lantern.

But do you know what really screwed me over here? You want to know?

Burn, mainly, but it was only made worse by Talisman Sinclair. Let me explain: Lantern is gluttony. By the time I corrode, I have 5+ skill slots. Most of the time only 1 slot is filled by panic. Which leads to 4 glut resonance. Which leads to 8 talisman. Which leads to 8 rupture whenever I get hit. Which leads to dying as quickly as possible because the rupture damage brings me into range of burn killing me. So I essentially had to get lucky during my first corrosion.

Anyway after half an hour I staggered the bull for the first time. Unfortunately, I also got staggered.

This is fine, actually. Ignore the burn. It's a non-issue.

Now, here's the battle 13 minutes later.

yes. That is max burn on Gregor. You are seeing that correctly.

Anyway, with all my stalling, the bull kept getting attack power down whenever it went through its whole loop. Which meant, eventually, I get to clash properly.

And after 25 turns, the bull is finally dead. 25 turns. Several hours over 2 days.

The only thing that compares to this is having to solo bugged Centipede with Dieci Hong Lu.

Anyway, here's a highlight of the last bits of the run

Gregor drops to 2hp. Which he does. Every focused encounter. Without fail. And then he heals to full from one Lantern cast. Which is beautiful, lol. I don't even have coin.

Then I get Sunshower, which is even more useful here because Gregor can actually activate it without EGO (his S1 is so good, man)

And then the final boss. Who would it be? MFE? Fae Lantern? I was praying for anything but the latter (it basically fucks over any solo run where you don't have access to bleed), and answer my prayers Limbus did.

Clam was probably the easiest thing ever, given that poison also ate shield before hp, meaning that playing proper I was practically immune.

This battle was fun (asides from the fact that even at max sp I was having issues with clashing sometimes. 5% my ass.), and ten minutes later Clam was dead with no issues.

Anyway, here's the details from the run.

MVP bench id is Lantern Don. Also Talisman Sinclair was always funny outside of Bull. Ooh, more damage. Who cares if I get hit when I generate 100+ shield every turn?

Anyway Zwei Gregor is fun and he gets to be the second id I've soloed MD3H with. I was going to do Lantern don instead, but I had no non-base ego on her so I decided that wasn't a good idea.

Though, with her electric screaming ego from the battle pass, I'll probably do one this week.

#limbus company #zwei gregor #mirror dungeon soloes #if y'all wanna hear about the Dieci Hong Lu incident I'll let you know #it was funny in retrospect but I have never hated rng more #long post

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jinlias · 2 years

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Keyboards just make writing so much better! And could I req 6 + 9 for Angst? There's just something with me and loving angst! - N

you don’t know exactly how it started, you just know chaeryeong had dragged you out of your room and into the living area of your apartment where your best friend and girlfriend were bickering. your roommate biting her nails beside you.

“ryujin you are- so toxic.” yuna shakes her head and sucks on her teeth.

“i’m toxic? i’m toxic yuna?” ryujin doubles over in disbelief. “im just so fucking exhausted of fighting your battles for you.”

“guys-“ yeji starts, but scratches her temple when she is quickly interrupted.

“oh so you were helping me?“ the youngest scoffs. “you’re suffocating me. all of us. no wonder y/n doesn’t want to be with you anymore.” gasps and ooh’s sound all between the six of you as yuna walks away. several eyes land on you including your girlfriend’s, and even though you try to avoid the situation by strutting to your room, ryujin follows behind and slams the door hot on your heels.

“what does yuna mean?” you can hear your roommate and the rest of your friends bickering outside. about how it wasn’t her place to say that for you, asking how long did she know, the older two even asking if chaeryeong also knew, which, she did.

“ryujin. i really can’t do this right now, i don’t want to.” your head sits in your hands as you sigh, heat rushing up your skin and not the way you liked.

“what? you can’t have a conversation with me?” she scoffs.

“you don’t want a conversation, you want a fight. you couldn’t have that with yuna and i’m not giving it to you.”

“i’m just asking you a question” she bitterly chuckles “i didn’t realise i was such an inconvenience.” and now she shouts, slapping her hands on her sides

“don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” you stand from the bed and won’t stop walking until you’re face to face with her.

“stop calling me shit then” she shrugs.

“i never called you an inconvenience ryujin” you sigh, walking back to the bed

“well yuna sure seemed to think so.”

“yuna doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” you groan. “we went out for drinks and i just said i needed a break.”

“a break from what?” she asks again. “are you breaking up with me?“ her voice is so much softer now.

“i needed a break from us. from you.” you watch as hurt flashes across her face. anger quickly turns to pain and your heart squeezes in its place. “i love you. ryujin-“ you begin, walking back to her and taking her hands in yours, her body too limp and her mind too numb for her to do anything.

“but she is right. you’re not like this ryu. i know you’re going through something. i know all of this has an explanation. but you won’t talk to us. you won’t talk to me” you sigh, both your eyes welling with tears as she finally looks at you. “i love you, but you’re hurting, and you’re hurting me. i want you to heal. with or without me.”

your girlfriend finally breaks down, and she lets herself be embraced by you. your hand cupping her head and caressing the back of it as she sobs into your neck, breaking your heart over and over. “i’m sorry.” she sobs, hugging your waist tighter.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you bub” you press a kiss to the top of her head.

#non!idol #my baby girl could never be such things i love her sm this is so fake im so fake #i would really like to get into helping her (maybe ot5) through a mental health slump #itzy x reader #itzy imagine #itzy imagines #itzy x you #ryujin imagine #ryujin x you #ryujin imagines

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home-at-nine · 22 days

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Prologue

"Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names." - Japanese Proverb

I watch the seconds tick by very... goddamn... slowly. As I look up from my laptop, I see my younger sister at the door. The cursor on the file blinking as I struggle to find the words to express the bullshit that's happened these past few weeks.

"Will's calling you down for dinner"—He pauses for what it feels like an eternity—"Alfred."

"Still not used to that, Frog?"

"I can't believe you went with 'Alfred'."

I close my laptop and begin to get up. "Why not? He's the best comic book character ever. And you don't get to judge,"—I chuckle—"Artemis."

"Fuck you."

"Double fuck you twice."

I close my door behind me and start walking down the stairs. "How about Albert then?"

Artemis follows me down the stairs. I smell the aromas of Will's cooking in the air. I feel the saliva in my mouth pooling like a sea. I turn around and look at my baby sister, "Frog?".

Before she can respond, I rush down the stairs. I wince as the light in the dining room hits my eyes. I look at Will in bewilderment. "How the FUCK are you so perfect, bitch?"

Will's one of my closest friends. His parents died young, so he moved in with his grandparents. They died a couple years ago, when Will turned 19, inheriting the house we're living in now. I love this man with every fibre of my being.

"I don't know, bro. Ask God," He smirked. He has a great smirk.

I go to the sink and wash my hands, looking down to see if the cuts healed. They hadn't.

I sit down at the table and look at the Butter Chicken he just perfectly cooked. "If that's too sweet, I'm putting you in a goddamn headlock."

Got to make sure he knows you don't fuck with the Butter Chicken.

I analyse the food at the table. Garlic naan, achar, and, of course, that perfect smelling Butter Chicken. Surprisingly, it doesn't smell too sweet. Just perfect. Even the restaurants back in India mess that up.

Frog joins us at the table and we begin eating. Despite the boisterous interaction from my bewilderment at Will's ability to cook, there hadn't been much conversation. I regret that. I wish I could talk to him like nothing was wrong. I wish I wasn't locked away in the room he's providing to me, on his dime.

Frog looks to Will, "You got a better name than 'Alfred' in mind? Because I refuse to have an older brother named 'Alfred'. How'd you come up with Will?"

Will took a moment, "Not gonna lie... I was just a big fan of The Ranger's Apprentice. And it was my great-grandfather's name, so I felt doubly comfortable taking that on. Me personally, finding a name was probably the easiest part of the process."

I know where the conversation's heading. I don't have too much I like and I sure as hell ain't naming myself after a historical figure. I spring to change topics, "I'm gonna start looking for work this week.".

Will and Frog pause. Will looks at me with a weird look on his face, "You can take a bit longer, Ch—". He stops himself before he finishes.

He continues, "—Alfred."

I stare at him for a second, chewing my food just a little longer than necessary. I know he wants to help me. Provide for us. But I want to help him too. The tablecloth has a nice texture. Somewhere between rough and soft. A gridded pattern runs across its entirety, rubbing against my fingers as I play with it.

Frog pipes up, "Speaking of... we need a new name. 'Alfred' sucks. I refuse to have a brother named 'Alfred'.". Will and I turn to her and I thank the Almighty for giving me a second to think of what kind of work I could do. Will is smart. Capable. He's taken care of himself without issue. What could I do?

Will cracks a small smile, "How about Atlas?". My head spins to look at him, nearly cracking my neck in whiplash. I've crumpled a little bit of the table cloth. Asshole's making fun of me.

"OOH, ATLAS. I like Atlas."

I can't tell if Frog's playing along or if she genuinely likes the name. Maybe a bit of both.

As my closest friend and my sister decided my name for me, I resigned myself to it. I don't think I'm silly for wanting to step up and help Will. He doesn't have to be a prick about it.

I fold some chicken into my naan as I put it in my mouth, a perfectly balanced blend of spices tickles my tongue. "Motherfucker...", I mutter.

As we finish our dinner, Will and I decide to go upstairs to his room to talk about what to do from here. Although I've been locked away in the room for 2 weeks, not much has happened outside. Our lives remain stagnant. Something we don't mind so much right now.

Will jumps onto his bed and gestures for me to follow. "God, you might give me the wrong idea, you know?" I joke, as I follow him to the bed. Will just gives me a joking smirk as we turn on the TV and turn down the volume to muffle our conversation from my baby sister.

We revel in the silence for a few minutes. No yelling, nothing breaking. Just peace. Will is one of maybe 3 people in the world who can give me this sense of comfort even when things are fully quiet.

But my curiosity breaks the silence,"Why Atlas?". It's not like I didn't know. But I needed to confirm.

"Well, you've always had the weight of the world on your shoulders. I thought it was fitting. Barely been two weeks and you're already trying to be man of the house and help me."

"I can't stay a burden forever, man. Plus—"

"I know. You need work. You don't do well without something to do. How's the journaling?"

"It's been two weeks and I haven't written a fucking word. Writing is bullshit. I'd rather be matter-of-fact. Concise."

"That's funny. You're a yapper."

"I'm not a yapper. You're a yapper, I'm a rambler. And I'm not trying to be 'man of the house'. I just want to earn my keep. Maybe I'll pick up a job with—" I pause, struggling to come up with a name "— Tony Stark...?".

Will doesn't find that funny. "You can take a longer break and figure something out. You have time. And you're smart. You're so good at fixing things. Figuring them out. Talking to people. You could sell sand to a lifeguard at the beach.

"Something with your talents... You've always been good at taking care of problems..."

Will trailed off. He does that when he suddenly remember something. It bothers me to no end, but I forgive him for it because he's pretty.

He continues, "Actually, maybe there's something you can do...".

This motherfucker.

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As the light flickers in the back alley, I reach for my lighter. The voice over the phone is rushed.

He's been using again, that nasty shit. Well, it's not my problem.

As I'm judging this crapstain on the bottom of the society's foot, he speaks up.

"That kid's back in town, Jerry."

I pause. I take a deep breath, hoping my it doesn't sound shaky on the other end of the phone.

"What? Which kid?"

"The crazy one," he said. He sounds really agitated. "Spencer? Spencer Wilson?"

Holy fuck. That bastard's in town? The lights flicker as he says his name. God's being real dramatic right now. Or maybe this kid's the devil incarnate.

"Okay.". I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with smoke. Might need more of this tonight.

"OKAY? Jerry, do you FUCKING remember the people he conned before he skipped town? Do you remember the lives he destroyed before he left town? And on a FUCKING WHIM?"

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

"I told you this would happen," he said. He sounds pissed. What the fuck?

"Those motherfuckers wanted us to pay protection and this kid wanted a fake ID. I didn't think he'd actually fuck with them.". I can't help yelling. This bastard wants to blame me for the situation that little shit put us in?!

"Don't you FUCKIN' yell at ME, Jerry! I own half. You put MY STAKE up and now he might be coming for it. I own that building too. I OWN YO—"

Oh look, my finger slipped to the end call button. Whoopsie.

I feel the cigarette burning my fingers as the flame nears the filter. I drop it and pull out another one.

"Fuck...".

#literature #lgbtq #philosophy #mental health #original story #fiction #found family #hero's journey #travel #romance #wip

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alohajun · 6 months

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omg you are going to graduate!! im so proud of you )): its feels like yesterday u are struggling w law (i know i sound like a proud mom) i know you can do it!! and im sure youre gonna get your application answer too! cause they're gonna regret for not taking you as their worker, trust me

and WDYM YOU GOT INJURED OMG how did it happened??😭 but im glad that youre okay now, it must been hell to walks right? i pray for your speedy recovery loki so everything will go smoothly for you🫶🏼🫶🏼 oh! also i recently published jay's fic here! if you're interested in reading it hehe or probably if ur followers are interested in action genre 🤓

ahh, fr! just yesterday i was whining about law being hard and now i have finished all my exams! (i truly appreciate the proud mom comment 🥺) oof i hope i get the job soon bc staying at home is quite boring. the interview went pretty well and they mentioned that it'd take some time bc they are currently slammed with work so it'll take some time to figure out the formalities for me.

jdsgnkjf the chair i was sitting on apparently had a rusted back and it gave away when i leant on it, and then i got a deep cut from the broke and rusted part 😭 the wound is kinda healing and everything, but yeah it sucks to walk and i hate the sudden pains i get. aw thank you for your wishes! 🥺🫶

ooh! A VILLAIN JAY FIC ??? AND A GREEN GOBLIN FIC AT THAT ??? yo as a huge mcu fan, this is right up my alley, i shall defo give it a shot when i get the time! 😤💗

#[💌] all my favorite conversations #jaecha 🥺

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yumeleta · 2 years

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competitor [ shu yamino x streamer!reader ]

— shu yamino has been nijisanji en’s ace in the game valorant for quite a while, until you, a recently debuted vtuber, arrive to swiftly snatch the title from his hands. what you both didn’t expect was that you also snatched his heart in the process.

notes 2.3k words, fluff, reader is gender neutral, no beta we die like vox’s clan, written on mobile so the formatting might suck on desktop, this may have some valo terms but i did try my best to make this as non player friendly as possible, very very self indulgent

“aaand the nijien curse strikes once more,” vox muses out loud, eliciting a number of defeated groans in the group call and countless motivating messages in your live chat. “this always happens whenever a new wave debuts, no? the scuff consistently comes back no matter the game.” the demon lets out a lighthearted laugh as a smile quickly makes its way to your face after hearing what he pointed out. “yeah, i’d say so. this happened with noctyx and everyone else.” shu chimes in with his iconic high pitched giggle ( or is it a cackle? either way, it’s definitely infectious for you ).

you, shu, vox, nina and rosemi originally planned to play a new multiplayer game that was fresh out of steam, but unfortunately after thirty or so minutes of trying to fix the in-game problems you had, the group just gave up on the agenda and decided to migrate to another game. you were especially bummed because this was your first collab outside your debut wave, but it couldn’t be helped. as a former nijisanji enjoyer, you knew the scuff was to be expected from watching your seniors play a variety of games.

“hmm, i was gonna suggest minecraft but we could just save that for a proper time,” nina says. “ooh, ooh! y/n baby, have you tried valorant?” you quirk your eyebrow upwards in curiosity. “i have played a few rounds, but i’m still getting used to it. i think i still have it on my pc so we could try that out,” you say, your model nodding excitedly as the others immediately boot up the said game. “perfect! you four can teach mama the controls, because i have never played this game before.” you giggle at nina’s statement.

after a few minutes of preparation in-game, the chat was just as hyped as you were as the group finally starts the round. you decided on [ fav valo character ] ; you were already quite experienced with them and they also happened to be your favourite of all the agents.

shu notices your pick and comments with a casual tone lacing his voice, “eyy you play c/n? nice,” a bashful grin appears on your expression, and you were grateful to every god out there that the camera didn’t manage to catch that. otherwise, you would be setting yourself up for a round ( or two ) of teasing from your audience. “what about you, shu?” you turn the attention onto him. “ah, maybe i’ll go for sage. she heals and puts up walls, it’s pretty cool.” he chuckles while selecting.

the countdown soon ended and the five of you spawned on the game map. you weren’t nervous in the slightest, just trying to remember how the game’s mechanics work. you haven’t played the shooter in a while, so your memory now fails you.

“use wasd to move around, shift to walk and ctrl to crouch.” shu instructs nina and she obediently follows, crouching up and down repeatedly in a teabagging gesture. you and the sorcerer laugh at her antics and mirror what she did. ten seconds left until the barriers come down and rosemi calls out, “c’mon guys! the round’s gonna start!” as her character refers to the entrances.

shu trails behind you, gun in hand. “i’ll back you up.” though you thought he did it purely for the tactics and winning the game, you can’t help but find the action endearing. laughing, you tease as a smug grin makes its way to your lips. “don’t you think you’re babying me too much? i know how to play this game, ya know.” “let’s see about that.”

needless to say, both the yaminions and your fandom loved that interaction. the live chat quickly exploded, a mix of amused, surprised and comical reactions sending the scroll speed into overdrive. ike, who just happened to drop by your stream, was face palming at how the timing was a little too perfect.

Ike Eveland 【NIJISANJI EN】 🔧: i came here to say hi only to find these two lovebirds flirting right in front of my salad

you weren’t able to see the message because of how focused you were on the game, to the chat and the clippers’ dismay.

as the round went on, you snipe three enemies in a row from your vantage point, switching guns in the speed of light before defusing the spike right when the timer went below three seconds. it was a clutch, which surprised your teammates in a pleasant way.

“good lord y/n, are you coming for shu’s title of mvp right now?” vox lets out a deep laugh. “y/n, how are you so good at this?!” rosemi joins in, her character seemingly holding you at gunpoint despite the lack of friendly fire. “tell us your secrets. did you hack?!” you gasp dramatically at the joking accusation. “i would never! if anyone it’s probably shu using aimbot or something.” “what? these skills are all natural.” the aforementioned sorcerer boasts as he crouches up and down.

kill after kill after kill, the following rounds pass by rapidly. you managed to die 6 times, but it was an insignificant number when compared to your 34 kills. your friends watched you play in awe as you were the only one alive in the team taking yet another win for the match.

“how is my own kouhai better than me?!” rosemi whines, feigning distress when your banner appears with mvp written across it in the post-match results. you could only laugh, as you weren’t quite sure either how you came to be so good. “i played a few other shooter games before valorant ; mayybee it’s experience?” you drawl out the ‘maybe’ part of the sentence. the pink haired maiden only pouts in response.

nina calls out after a few more matches, “i got a good idea honeys,” she starts, a grin on her face. “since y/n and shu are good at this game, how about they have a 1v1 custom match and the three of us sit back and spectate?” the winner takes the title of valorant ace.” vox and rosemi make intelligible noises of agreement and you nod determinedly, lips contorting into a smirk. “yamino, you ready to lose?” “nah, are YOU ready to lose though?” he replies with a smug expression before laughing. you didn’t notice your chat speeding up once more after your proud exchange of words.

vox takes advantage of this moment and immediately starts narrating, “y/n l/n and shu yamino raise the stakes on the ultimate battle for the valorant crown! will y/n manage to take the win or will shu get to stay a bit longer on the throne? tune in now on nijisanji en to find out!” both you and the sorcerer laugh in disbelief — this demon truly never fails to make the stream comedic, you thought.

you went with the same character you used in the previous matches. you were familiar with their techniques which further boosted your confidence. instead of sage, shu goes with reyna this time. you mute your microphone for a moment to talk to your chat. “do you think i’ll win, chat?” an influx of messages flood your chat, most of it consisting of ‘ganbare y/n’, ‘winner’s pov’, and ‘good luck’ from your audience. “you’re right — winner’s pov right here, guys.” you state before unmuting to finally start the battle.

the walls go down as the three spectators cheer, making bets as to who will take the victory. “vox owes me wine if y/n wins. y/n baby, please win so i can get my wine.” nina pleads, giggling. rosemi claps her hands in excitement while vox just chuckles.

you circle the site a number of times, trying to spot a certain sorcerer to aim for the kill. but just as soon as you spot a spike planted, you get shot from behind, quickly ending the first round. shu’s character jumps around, crouching up and down on your corpse to mess with you. of course, the taunt worked.

“oh, you wanna play dirty huh?” you comment threateningly while shu just snickers, proud smirk never disappearing from his face. you equip a sniper in the second round, climbing up to the highest vantage point. you see a silhouette of a character, and your scope swiftly locks onto them, taking only one headshot to earn the point.

“y/n honey that was so good!” nina cheers, to the dismay of vox and his wine funds. shu grins despite his loss. “you’re kinda good, not gonna lie.” you raise an eyebrow, playfully offended before bursting into laughter. “i’m offended you only realize that now, shu.” “nah, i wanted to baby you earlier. little kouhai ~” the unexpected reply from the sorcerer makes your eyes widen in surprise. heat creeps up to your cheeks and you tried slapping it away, though it only made your face redder in the process. shu notices your sudden silence, his signature v-shaped smile never once wavering. you regained composure before going on with the rest of the match. the both of you playfully banter and trash talk each other throughout, occasionally talking about random topics while playing to lighten the mood.

it flies by what seemed to be a while, and soon the final round has come. your eyes dart towards the scores, 12-12. one more point for either side and the match will be all over.

the spectator trio gushed to each other how tight the competition was. it was as if a knife could cut through the tension in the stream. the chat also seemed to be very nervous, despite it being nothing more than a friendly match.

“hey y/n, what do you think of me?” shu casually inquires, breaking the brief silence. you got caught off guard with the sudden question, taking a moment to regain thought. what did you think of him?

it was a question worth pondering over, well, for you at least. you did indeed like shu in a … rather more-than-platonic way. but like hell you would admit that on a livestream, so you go for the safe option. “well, you’re really nice. you help me a lot whenever i get some technical difficulties and i’m really thankful for tha —” your train of thought gets cut when you heard footsteps to your right.

you get clicked back into reality as soon as you spot shu’s character. you immediately shoot towards him using your automatic gun, and after a split second he’s down. the end announcement flashes on your screen, victory. you won.

you can hear the delighted squeals of nina and rosemi ( well, mostly nina ) and vox and shu’s defeated ‘aw’s. the chat seemed to celebrate too, spamming ‘y/n gaming’ and whatnot.

“you saw through my trick,” shu said, chuckling sheepishly. “i just asked that question to distract you, sorry ‘bout that.” he got slightly more timid, and all you could do is stammer. you couldn’t believe that you did all that thinking for nothing, but oh well, it couldn’t be helped.

nina clasps her hands together and grins widely. “i think that’s enough gaming for today, yeah? y/n got the win, i’m getting my wine and vox is going broke. today is a good day, isn’t it, honeys?” the demon was groaning in dismay, which only made you giggle. the chat found it hilarious as well, filled with ‘LMAO’s and ‘LOL’s.

“yeaah, i’m definitely exhausted from all that gunning. i think my head is spinning right now,” you half-joke, yawning. “i think i’ll end the stream here. thank you for all the support! i’ll read all the supas and donations next stream, but for now i’ll go get my rest. bye bye everyone ~” your friends also bid goodbyes to their viewers before you all finally switch to your respective ending scenes. you lean back on your chair as your stream ended, eyes already drooping from tiredness.

your moment of silence was interrupted with a discord notification, a direct message coming from shu.

shu : hey

y/n : yeah?

shu : you were pretty good in the match earlier, wanna play again in the future or something

y/n : of course! you’re good too if i say so myself

shu : eyy nice

shu : oh one more thing

you subconsciously lean closer to the screen, intrigued by whatever he’s going to say next.

shu : what do you rlly think about me? i’m not asking this to distract you this time i’m genuinely curious

ah, you thought. you knew this question was going to come around once more but you didn’t expect it to be this early right after your stream.

y/n : you’re nice, supportive and funny. you’re really smart and calm too! i wanna be closer to you because i look up to you a lot

y/n : and why r u asking this rn? do you have a crush on me or something 🤨

shu : i

shu : actually yeah i guess i do

you blink once. twice. did you get tired to the point you’re hallucinating now? are you dreaming? you didn’t really believe what was happening. it was especially shocking how nonchalantly the sorcerer confirmed what you originally thought to be a joke.

as quickly as realization hit you, you felt your energy rushing back into your veins, the tension and tiredness from last stream melting away in an instant. you stared quietly at your computer screen, mustering up every functioning brain cell left in your mind to come up with a proper reply.

y/n : oh shit you do?

shu : yeah i guess so

y/n : well in that case… i guess i like you too

shu : oh sweet

shu : i know it's kinda late for you rn and i don't want you to lose sleep, maybe we can talk about this tomorrow morning through breakfast? i can pick you up if you want :)

heart pounding loudly beneath your chest, you didn’t try fighting the smile that grew on your face. your face heats up again, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. you reply one more time before shutting off your pc.

y/n : i’d like that a lot. good night shu <3

you sink into the softness of your bed, almost immediately falling asleep. you can’t wait to see him again.

#/ yumeleta works #i was going to post this on ao3 but i realized i have to wait a while to make an account there LOL i got impatient #shu yamino x reader #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #luxiem #nijisanji en #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader

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hornime · 3 years

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voyeurant | kenma kozume x f!reader

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, kinda dubcon, kenma’s unintentionally pervy, male masturbation, poorly written video game content (i tried my best), mutual pining but u both are oblivious

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: yes, the title is a shitty pun of valorant. no, i will not be changing it. also this tiktok about timeskip kenma made me giggle so pls enjoy.

voyeurant: part one ↓ | part two | part three:

“fuck, i hate this map,” kenma grumbled into his headset.

your voiced chimed in his ears.��“is it ascent?” you turned to see his face on your screen, pinched in annoyance. “ha, it is ascent. sucks for you.”

“which one are you on? haven?”

“you know it,” you chuckled. “your favorite.”

“i hate you.” he weighed his options, did he really want to play this game? the layout of the world made it irritatingly hard to strategize, and today’s losing streak was making him more agitated than usual. with a sign, he closed the application. “fuck this. i’m gonna go piss.”

“yeah, yeah, you’re such a big baby. and...” you released your mouse, throwing your hands up in triumph, “we just won. at this point, i’m gonna outrank you.” you were joking, of course. kenma wasn’t just a gamer, he was kodzuken, one of japan’s best pro-gamers, and you were just someone that played as a hobby. but it was always fun to tease.

“hmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure you will.” he turned his head to look directly at his webcam, smirking, “in your dreams.”

“ooh, catboy’s getting feisty!” he flinched at the nickname. “go pee so i can beat you at your best.”

he obliged, pulling his headphones off and looping them on the top of his chair. he casually raised his middle finger at you while smoothing out strands of his hair, prompting a series of profanities to escape your mouth, none of which he could hear. he chuckled playfully as you responded with two middle fingers of your own, before moving out of the camera to get to the bathroom.

you and kenma had met in an... interesting way, to say the least. after going moderately viral from lashing out at him for refusing to heal you in a game of overwatch—while he was streaming—the two of you reconciled over a twitter thread and exchanged gamer tags. since then, you’d struck up an easygoing friendship, characterized by almost nightly discord calls and occasional flirting. but we’re just friends, you often reminded yourself. and you were fine, well, mostly fine, with that.

tonight was like any other night: both you and him spending hours in a video chat with nothing better to do than mindlessly play games and bash each other. it was more than enough to strengthen your relationship but fell short of giving you the romantic tension you craved.

with kenma off in the bathroom, you, already bored, spun wildly in your chair. forgetting that your earbuds were still plugged in, the white wire caught on an opened can of coke sitting on your desk, spilling the sugary drink all over your keyboard and the front of your shirt.

“shit!” you quickly scrambled for paper towels, but the still-connected wire yanked you backwards. in your haste for something to wipe the soda with, the fact that your camera remained on in the video call completely slipped your mind. making the split-second decision that the trip for a towel wasn’t worth it at this point, you quickly whipped off your shirt, dabbing the keys with the part that was still dry. since you were home, you’d gone braless, and your current predicament had you flashing your webcam.

now, kenma had seen a lot of things from your side of the call: he’d seen you get chewed out by your residential advisor for being too loud, you with two sticks of pocky poking out of your mouth like walrus tusks, and you doing random cosplay moves you’d seen on tiktok. what he wasn’t expecting to see, not even in his wildest dreams, was a screenful of your tits, slightly damp from the cola that had seeped through the fabric of your long-gone shirt.

he stopped in his tracks, still out of the frame of his camera, eyes wide and heart racing, desperately trying to calm down and prevent the gradual hardening of his cock in his pants. unable to deny his desires, he continued staring at your plump breasts on his computer, you completely unaware that he could see you.

you quickly threw your soaked top in the laundry basket before throwing on a random sweatshirt and trying to calm your frazzled nerves. you tentatively touched your keyboard, groaning internally when you fingers lightly stuck to the buttons. it’s gonna take forever to clean this, you mourned.

“hey,” kenma mumbled, reappearing on screen and shaking you out of your thoughts.

“hey.” you noticed his flushed expression. “are you okay? you look really red.”

“uh, yeah. i actually uh, i feel kinda sick. so i’m gonna, gonna go.”

“oh, okay.” why’s he acting so weird? “feel better!” you disconnected from the call with a huff, disappointment morphing your face into a pout. well, you thought, better get to cleaning.

kenma, on the other hand, was still, swallowing as the bulge in his boxers became agonizingly hard. though the only thing left on his screen was his reflection staring back at him, the luscious view of your bust was etched in his mind. his hands moved to free his cock, the tip an angry red and smearing pre-cum over the waistband of his underwear.

“fuck,” he whined, slowly stroking up and down. his thighs trembled as he fell back into his chair, mind wandering. he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts become more and more lewd, fantasizing about how your breasts would bounce as he thrusted into you, how your thighs would wrap warmly around your head as he ate you out, how you’d cry out his name so prettily when he made you squirt around his fingers.

it was all too much, and as the circle he made with his fingers tightened as he reached his tip, he lurched forward, alarmed at how good everything felt just by thinking about you. i can’t cum, i can’t, the small part of his brain that wasn’t completely overtaken with pleasure tried to reason with him. there’s no going back if i—shit—if i cum. she’ll know, somehow, if i—if i cum, i—

the ecstasy kept clouding his judgement and his body worked against his mind as his hand pumped faster and faster while his conscience screamed to stop. his wrist wetly slapped the base of his cock, the sounds of both his hands and his moans getting too loud for comfort, but all he could think about was you. your eyes, your mouth, your chest, your legs, your ass, your pussy. god, he wanted to be in you so badly.

he couldn’t hold back, his insatiable need to cum overriding his senses, and the translucent liquid twitched out of his throbbing cock in spurts, drenching his fist and his balls. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m—fuck.”

he collapsed against the back of his chair, chest heaving with the sheer intensity of his orgasm. he combed a hand through his hair, the consequences of his actions now weighing heavily on his shoulders. i’m never gonna be able to look at her in the eyes again, he lamented. how am i ever gonna—damn it.

the sudden ping of a notification had his eyes raising from the mess on his pants towards his computer screen.

meanwhile, you were messaging kenma, a little off-put by his sudden radio silence but chalking it all up to his mysterious sickness.

[11:05 PM] you: hey ken! hope u feel better

[11:05 PM] you: if u get the chance u should check out what i added to our minecraft house. its perfect for sick victorian orphans like u

[12:14 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: why arent u responding

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: ok u got me ill tell u

[12:05 PM] you: its a hot tub

[12:05 PM] you: but with soup

[12:05 PM] you: but the soup is lava

[12:05 PM] you: genius right

[12:06 PM] you: anyway get some sleep and feel better <3

[12:06 PM] you: lmk if u wanna play animal crossing

[12:06 PM] you: actually no u should sleep. rest ur eyes and shit

[12:06 PM] you: no animal crossing for u!

[12:06 PM] you: sleep well so i can destroy ur ass in val tmrw

[12:06 PM] you: >:)

he sighed as he read your one-sided ramblings. he really liked you.

and he really wanted to fuck you. lucky for you, you wanted the exact same thing.

if only kenma knew what you did on the other side of the screen, hands in your undies and his name on your lips...

>> part two

#i have never played a game of valorant in my life #for someone thats only watched their friends play i think this is pretty decent #like wtf is ascent idfk #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #haikyuu! smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #kenma x you #kenma x reader #tw.dubcon #kenma

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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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reckless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!sam wilson, platonic!natasha romanoff, platonic!steve rogers

warnings: mentions of injuries, descriptions of fighting, angry bucky, a horrible ending, i kind of really hate this

about: “the things i feel for her are unlike anything i’ve ever felt before.” for a sleepover!

i actually wrote another one with the same quote but i didn’t think it fit so i changed it (that one will be posted tomorrow or the day after so i can edit it)

you’re annoyingly reckless to a point where it gets dangerous.

he’s told you this a thousand times before but you don’t listen- aren’t listening at the moment.

he knows it’s ironic that he’s being reckless by not paying attention to what’s going on, too concentrated on you- even if you’ve told him countless times that you literally can’t die (to which he responds with a “you never know!” because, really do you?)- but he has a metal arm and sam, who’s been hovering around him like a vulture after noticing his lack of concentration.

before he can react to it, a slimy arm is promptly cut off by you, the blade you threw now back in your hands and stained green with the things’ blood. you scowl at it and shoot him a dirty look, “pay fucking attention!” you demand, shaking the weapon haphazardly to get the goo off. he can’t believe that the words came out of your mouth but rolls his eyes and obeys, knocking an ugly alien down and crushing its chest with his boot.

he can still hear your cocky remarks and giggles- yes, giggles, you giggle when you fight life threatening menaces- paired with the gross sounds of your knife impaling the aliens they’re fighting. it’s the only thing keeping him from practically babysitting you, a reassurance that you’re there, careless and impetuous, but alive and close.

suddenly, he can’t hear you, and he turns to what he quite possibly believes to be the most disgusting thing he’s seen in his life (and it’s been a long one, so far). you’re blue, covered in a slimy substance, and your face is so red, it’s beginning to look nearly purple with the cyan sheen over it. you screech abruptly, wiping at your face angrily and jumping at the thing that probably did that to you. he nearly feels pity for it. nearly, because, in your rage, you hadn’t even noticed the large gash along your shoulder. before he can go to you before you kill yourself, his metal arm feels like it’s being sucked, taking him with it, and he grunts. “what the fuck-” he manages, unsure of what he’s looking at, but trying to cut through the sticky arm attached to his own. you’re there in five seconds flat, still blue and still angry, which he notices makes the slicing through the appendage easier.

you seem to decide to stay with him after that, and he’s not sure if he’s offended because you don’t think he can take care of himself- which is ridiculous, since this only happened because he was taking care of you- or touched.

“god, i wish i had wanda’s powers. chaos magick works a lot faster than causing chaos,” you complain, trying to wipe away the blue sludge at the same time and wincing when it tugs at your injury. he is reminded of the shoulder wound he nearly got his arm ripped off for trying to warn you, and he stops your hand. “you’re bleeding, you should probably be a little more careful with this.” he motions to your arm, avoiding touching it.

you frown at him, “it’s fine, it’s just a little cut.” (it’s most certainly not a “little cut.”)

“y/n-”

you extend the hurt arm over him and flick your hands when you see an alien about to rip bucky’s head off, a grimace passing your face that he sees but you try to cover up anyways. “see? it hurts you, you need-”

“i just saved your life, would a hurt person be able to do that?” you cut him off, and he stares at you. noticing a green thing coming up behind you, he grabs your waist and moves you out of the way, shooting it with his gun and watching as it drops to the ground. “ow!” you protest, “you hurt my-” seeming to realize you’re about to prove him right, you shut up and roll your eyes. “you’re welcome,” bucky huffs, wiping away some of the blue stuff from your cheek.

your cheeks warm against his touch without your permission, and you turn away. bucky smirks at your reaction.

“shut up,” you grumble, extending your fingers and aiming at a group of the aliens ganging up on natasha. they freeze for the few seconds they’re under your control, and nat manages to take out two in the moment. the three left break out of the trance, turn to each other, and begin to fight. natasha makes eye contact with you in a form of thanks and starts to take the rest out. you hear a gun go off behind you and turn to see one of the things that sprayed you on the floor. bucky saved you again, great, it’s not like he’ll rub it in your face forever.

“you need to pay attention, what if i’m not here?” bucky scolds. “then never leave,” you flirt casually in response. with a few twirls of your finger, most of the aliens stop paying attention to your team and begin attacking their own teammates.

you don’t notice when one of the few unaffected beings picks up a discarded gun and shoots at you twice. bucky moves you away from a head shot, but one lands opposite to the bleeding slash on your shoulder, and the other hits your thigh.

“goddamnit, y/n, pay attention!” bucky growls, holding up your full weight when your adrenaline begins to run out and everything becomes blurry. “‘m fine,” you try to reassure, attempting to stand back on your wobbly legs. bucky doesn’t let you, shooting at as many aliens as he can with one gun. he turns to look at your state after he shoots most of them, allowing the others to take care of it while he tries to take care of you. his metal hand is touching the small device in his ear, telling the others the situation while his other arm holds you up. you might be delirious now, and your eyelids are becoming increasingly difficult to keep up. “hm, i’m not going to die, b’cky.” you tell him, noticing the increasing panic in his voice as he talks to steve. “stop saying that, how would you know if you haven’t died yet?”

his question is confusing for your foggy brain, so you decide to skip it, unknowingly making his worries worse. the blood running down your back isn’t stopping, and bucky stops for a second to lift you up completely, tucking his hand underneath your knees to carry you. at the tug at your thigh, you bite back a scream. bucky pretends not to notice; his hands are covered in a warm red. he’s trying his best to ignore it.

“don’t die,” bucky whispers again and again, making you frown, “how many times do i ‘ave to tell you i can’t die?”

“i’ll believe it when you don’t,” bucky mutters, and the blue sky turns to gray when he’s inside the quinjet. he sets you down on the medbay cot, looking lost as he calls out friday’s name. “yes, mister barnes?”

“y/n- uh-”

“do a scan on me and… and treat accordingly,” you interrupt. “scanning now,” friday obeys, and you turn to bucky. “by the time you figured it out i would have bled out.”

“that’s not funny, y/n,” bucky says seriously. you squeeze your eyes shut for a second, “calm down, i’ll be fine.” friday has enclosed you in some clear glass, red grids letting you know of your condition. “ooh, that’s bad,” you mumble, much to the dismay of your boyfriend. “what?” said boyfriend asks, and you wave him off as best you can- which means a pathetic bounce of your arm- and tell him to let friday do her thing. “we are not done here,” bucky instructs, but sits next to you and holds your hand. you can see his glossed eyes now, you wonder how you didn’t see them before.

“shouldn’t you be fighting?” you ask, a wave of exhaustion crashing over you. rest, your body begs. you’ll comply later. “they’re almost done, the chaos thing you did makes their job a lot easier.”

“‘s what i do,” you say breathily before falling asleep.

you’re still in the quinjet the next time you open your eyes, which lets you know it’s only been a few hours and you’re feeling better already. goddess healing, you think, looking around to see bucky’s hand still around yours. he looks worried, the hard lines usually softened by the sound of your voice as hard as you’ve ever seen them. you squeeze his fingers gently. “bucky,” you coo, “i’m not dying anymore.”

bucky turns to you immediately, squinting, “that’s not funny.” it’s like deja vu, but you’re not sure from where.

a vein on bucky’s neck throbs, and you’re aware that you’re pushing it, so you stop for a second, “i was just kidding, i-”

“no!-” bucky’s voice is near yelling, so he shuts his eyes for a moment, continuing in a lower voice, “you almost died, do you know how terrifying that is? you nearly bled out in my arms.” sam, nat and steve, who were waiting for you to wake up next to bucky, pause when he raises his voice. “bucky-” you start, softer now, trying to sit up. bucky stands, “listen to me!”

steve stands, beginning to put a hand on bucky’s shoulder, “buck-” he’s silenced with a cold look from bucky. sam gets to his feet too, telling steve and nat to give you both a minute. they do, after nat kisses your cheek like she always does when you get hurt. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed now, reaching for bucky, “bucky?”

“you don’t… you don’t know how much you scared me, y/n. you have to stop being so careless,” he says after a few seconds. you furrow your brows, “i’m not careless, i’m confident in my skills.”

“you are. you’re careless and reckless and hasty and i need you to not be,” he says harshly, you frown. “why? i’m fine and i’m always going to be-”

“you don’t- you don’t understand!-” bucky snaps. “then help me understand,” you implore. bucky closes his eyes tightly again, breathing in slowly. “the things... that i feel for you are unlike anything i have ever felt before, and i can’t- i can’t lose you, okay?”

“you’re not going to,” you assure, extending your arms towards him, noting the tiny ache in response. he walks over to you, letting you grab his jaw when he’s close, you run your fingers over his cheeks gently. “i’ll be more careful,” you promise. bucky nods, tucking his face into the dip of your neck. you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, letting him squeeze your waist almost to reassure himself you’re actually there.

“hey,” you say quietly after a few moments, pressing tender kisses to bucky’s cheek, “sit down, i want to do something.” you stand, grabbing onto bucky’s arm when you stumble a little and promise him you’re fine and are taking it easy. you take out the first aid kit from one of the cabinets, setting it down next to bucky, opening it and taking out everything you need. you begin to clean his cuts, putting a pink hello kitty bandaid over one of his particularly bad ones. it’ll be gone within a day, but you can’t resist, and it makes him laugh.

you hum while you dab at a small scratch next to his eye, and he chuckles lowly, you look up at him, “what?”

“you’re still a little blue.”

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ptergwen · 3 years

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warmer than cuddles

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: may plays matchmaker and makes some suggestive jokes

prompt: you and peter get caught in the rain and have to share an umbrella

a/n: thank youuu to the angel who requested <3 swear this is my favorite trope to write hehe ☔️

one of the many things you and peter have in common is being lazy. it’s sort of the basis of your friendship. you’re not the kids who drink or party or get in trouble. you play board games and eat pizza on his ripped up couch. the riskiest thing you’ve ever done is sneak into a movie.

peter was so paranoid you’d get caught, he couldn’t even pay attention. he kept whispering to you about paying the whole time. you had to drag him out by his hand after the movie ended. the next time you went to that theater, he bought an extra ticket to “make it even.”

that about put an end to your trying new things phase. you went right back to your comfy nights in pajamas. tackling each other for the remote, baking terrible cookies that you just throw out, sharing a blanket to stay warm. what also helps is that you cuddle under it.

all the fun you need is you, peter, and your love for doing nothing. may disagrees.

she’s always trying to get you two out of the apartment. in her words, it’s “unhealthy for developing teens to spend so much time cooped up inside.” peter once asked which mother’s facebook group she joined. you snickered at that. may gave you a warning look.

well, you don’t have a choice to stay in today. she’s kicking you and peter out because she has guests coming over.

“it’s girl’s night,” may tells the two of you with a satisfied smirk. she hangs her raincoat on the rack and comes into the living room. peter squints his eyes at her. “you have friends?” he sounds too surprised for your liking. you flick his arm hard enough to make him go “ouch!”

“peter, we only have, like, four friends. that’s counting ourselves,” you inform him with a laugh. peter drops his head onto your shoulder. “and i don’t need any of them but you,” he says sarcastically, rubbing his cheek on your sweatshirt. “aw, i know,” you coo and rest your head on his. may crosses her arms and shrugs.

“you should do a group play date with everyone! i haven’t heard from ned in a while,” she suggests, your eyes flicking over to peter. he’s biting back a grin. “play date?” you try to stifle a laugh when you ask. “you know what i mean. a hang out,” may nods at her better word choice. peter winces in protest.

“eh, ned will probably wanna go out somewhere. we don’t do that,” he tells may, like that’s a completely normal thing for a teenager to say. you raise a finger in agreement. she laughs in disbelief at you and peter. you’re splayed out on the couch, on a saturday, complaining about doing anything else.

“you two make me feel young.” may’s words are a joke, but her tone isn’t. “you are young, may,” you reassure her and smile a little. peter says nothing. his eyes become hooded as he settles into you more. “look at you two, like some old married couple,” may gestures to you from where she’s standing. she smiles this time.

peter’s face gets hot from the mention of you being a couple. your heart skips a couple of beats. you’re pretty sure he can tell from how close he is.

“do whatever you want, just not here,” she gets back to the real conversation. peter hides his entire face in your shoulder as a form of protest. you pat his back. “and not each other. unless you’re safe,” may adds. “may, please. no,” he groans out, positive he’s all red now. you blink at her in horror.

may knows what she’s doing. peter isn’t the most subtle person, especially not about liking someone. she’s learned all the signs that her nephew is falling. he’s falling for you. she sees it in you, too. the way your eyes soften when they meet peter’s, how fast you are to hug him back or beam at the silly things he says.

you two spend so much time apart from your other friends, you basically are a couple. you’re just not old or married. the only thing you need is a push to realize that.

“ok, we’re gonna go now,” peter decides and pulls away from you. “god bless,” you say only so he can hear. he chuckles at that, you getting up from the couch. giving him a knowing smile, you grab one of his hands. he lets you pull him to his feet while exhaling. he’s already exhausted. may watches and shakes her head.

peter walks up to give her a quick hug. “enjoy girl’s night. love you,” he murmurs as she squeezes him tight. even though they tease each other a lot, their relationship is really sweet. it’s very telling how a guy treats his mother. well, aunt in this case. that thought has always been in the back of your mind.

“have fun!” you grin at may when her and peter pull apart. he comes back over to you and tugs on your sleeve. “thanks, kids. we’ll be done around eleven,” she lets you know. you’re already getting your shoes on and ready to leave. eleven is a while from now.

“don’t forget an umbrella! it’s drizzling!” may calls after you two. peter grabs hers that’s leaning against the front door. it’s pink with purple polka dots. you giggle at that. “hey, i like pink,” he defends himself and opens the door, letting you out first. you raise your hands in defense, leaving the apartment.

peter waves at may one last time. “good luck, peter,” she tells him once you reach the stairs. he furrows both eyebrows. “good luck with what?” “you’ll see,” may raises her own eyebrows in a way that’s all too familiar to peter. he calls it her face of wisdom.

still confused, peter heads out. he finds you at the bottom of the stairs. you shove your hands in your pockets and push against the door to open it. peter meets you outside, twirling the umbrella between his fingers.

“is there anywhere you wanna go?” he asks as you start to walk. you’re just going down the block for now. “back upstairs,” you sigh out. “i wish. not an option, though,” peter puffs some air out of his cheeks. you fumble to pull up your hood. he easily reaches over and does it for you.

“thanks,” you say quietly. “you’re welcome,” peter pats the top of your head for emphasis. “we could just walk around.” “until eleven o’clock? that’s five hours from now,” you laugh out, adjusting your hoodie to block your face. disappointment crosses over his features.

“should’ve brought my suit,” he mutters mostly to himself. linking your arm with his, your eyes widen. “i’m not trusting you to swing me around in this weather.” his bicep flexes when your arm wraps around his own. “what? i’ve done it before, y/n/n. on patrol.” you turn your head towards him.

“didn’t you get hurt last time?” you already know the answer. “sprained wrist and a few cuts,” he grumbles, you humming because you’re right. he’d called you in tears when he got home, scared he broke something. you reminded him he would heal soon and stayed on the phone until he calmed down.

that ended up being the whole night. you’re probably the most supportive of peter being spider-man. you of course worry about the toll it takes, but you understand why he does it. the least you can do is be there for him while he navigates the superhero world. not talk him out of it or scold him for making mistakes, be there.

that’s why he loves his lazy days with you so much. they’re his break, his escape from what he lies awake worrying about most nights. you’ve seen what he has to go through, so you respect that. whatever he needs to do to unwind is fine by you. as long as you get to do it with him.

“then you couldn’t patrol for weeks. you could barely hold a pencil.” your other arm sneaks around his. they’re both hugging him now. “you had to be my note taker,” peter reminisces, a smile making its way onto his face. “that sucked, man. you’re such a perfectionist about them,” you breathe out.

peter flips the umbrella around in a show-off kind of way. “you don’t complain when i send them to you.” he sounds so cocky you can’t help but roll your eyes. he isn’t wrong, though. “whatever. seriously, where should we go?” “uh,” peter’s eyes scan the block for inspiration. they land on a man carrying takeout.

“dinner? not at a restaurant since we’re in sweats,” he adds the last part so you don’t have to. “ooh, let’s go to panera,” you happily squeeze his arm. peter quirks an eyebrow at you. “you’re always hungry after.” “so? we can get dessert, too. we have a while.” that makes his heart flutter. a while with you.

“cool, cool, cool,” he sings to you, leaning into your side as you walk. you giggle and push at his shoulder. “i think we can make it there before the rain picks up.” there’s a clap of thunder right after he says that, like something out of a movie. it’s followed by a heavier rain coming down on you two. you pull at the strings of your hoodie to keep it tighter on your head.

“jinxed it,” you remark, both of you stopping so peter can open the umbrella. “ugh,” he grunts out. his lower lip is between his teeth while he undoes the velcro. he pushes down and watches as the umbrella springs open for you two. “here, c’mere,” peter welcomes you under as he holds it above your heads.

it doesn’t quite fit you both since it’s only meant for one person. you forgot he took may’s. the two of you have to squish together so you can avoid the rain, which is pitter pattering down hard on the sidewalk.

you’re comfortable under here with him. the freezing cold weather outside of the umbrella is hardly an issue anymore.

peter turns to face you, letting out a breathless laugh. “you can take off your hood now.” your arms slip from around his. you remove it from your head and give him a toothy grin. it’s one that’s meant to be over exaggerated. “there’s that pretty face,” peter’s voice gets quieter. unlike what you did, that wasn’t a joke.

your pretty face loses its smile. you’re suddenly very aware of how close peter is to you.

you can see the faint scar on his chin from when he banged it into a wall in your living room. he’d ran straight into it during your two person game of hide and seek. yes, you still play that. it was gushing blood for half an hour.

there are also the thousands of freckles dotting his face, the ones you only notice by looking at him super hard. you try to count them whenever you get bored. peter stares back at you while you fall in love with every tiny detail about him.

he takes the time to admire your lips, not just because they look really kissable right now. because of every curious expression they press into when he does something you can’t believe. your eyes, that he feels a sense of safety and honesty and familiarity every time he looks into. he finds them and feels like he’s home.

“peter?” you speak up after a few moments. your tone is hesitant, as if whatever you’re going to ask will change what you have forever. that’s because it might. it’s silent except for the sound of the rain hitting his umbrella. peter finally answers, almost in a whisper. “yeah?”

“i... i think,” you clear your throat before going on. his eyes trail down to your lips again, then back up to your twinkling ones. even on a gloomy day like this, they could light up the whole sky. “i think i love you,” you get out, a hand over your racing heart. peter gives you a small but sure nod. “i think i love you, too.”

he takes a step closer to you, if that’s even possible. his hand without the umbrella comes up to hold your cheek. you watch as he uses his thumb to wipe away a few stray rain droplets. your head tilts to the side, lips parted on instinct. peter leans in until his lips just brush yours, letting you decide what comes next.

you choose to close the space between you two. his eyes squeeze shut, whole face scrunched up when he kisses back. this is a release of all the emotions he’s been holding in that he didn’t even realize he had. you slip into a rhythm, using the angle to move your lips against peter’s.

his hand drops from your cheek to your jaw to support you while you kiss. your own hands grab his biceps, fingers pressing into him, depesrate to have him in your arms. peter lets out a content sigh against your lips before detaching them. it’s not for long. he comes right back in after taking a breath.

you get one long peck from him, then another that’s softer than the last. you give him a short kiss back, lips curving into a smile when this one ends. peter’s thumb smooths over your jawline while he searches for your eyes. he grins at you and tightens his grip on the umbrella handle. he’s surprised it didn’t blow away in the midst of your mini makeout.

“i definitely love you, peter,” you state so genuinely, hands on his shoulders now. that has to be peter’s favorite sentence he’s ever heard. the most beautiful combination of words, said by you to him. “i definitely love you, y/n,” peter agrees, punctuating his statement with one last kiss. you haven’t stopped smiling when his lips meet the corner of yours.

may was right about two things that night. you needed the umbrella for that huge storm, but it did more than protect your from the rain. it also brought you and peter together in a way. the second thing she was right about was that peter loves you, and every feeling he has mirror yours for him.

actually, she was right about three things. you two have to get out of the apartment more often.

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hypnomicimagines · 3 years

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Alone Time [Werewolf!Yamada Ichiro]

(You guys can also have this as a treat... a nice 2am treat. afab reader but no pronouns used)

Ichiro’s tail swished nervously behind him as he fumbled around with the dishes, his mind on anything but doing the rest of his household chores. Part of it was caused by both Jiro and Saburo being away, he had made Saburo promise to call him once his class reached their destination, but the other part of it was because he had been bold enough to ask you to stay over. He had even made it known his brothers wouldn’t be present which you had giggled about but said nothing more on the topic, agreeing that it would be nice to have a night in together.

“Hi!” You’re happy to be greeted by the excited werewolf who quickly lifted you up into his arms, squeezing tightly as it had been quite some time since you’d seen each other. His hand lingered on your lower back for longer than normal, as though he didn’t want to pull away at all if he could help it, but the sensible side of him won out as he pointed to the kitchen.

“I’m cooking but you can relax if you want.” You noted that the living room was cleaner than it normally was, no soccer balls around though there was a vacuum positioned in the corner filled to the brim with wolf fur. Did their tails shed that much? Poor Ichiro, it must be an endless cycle having three wolves living under one roof.

“I’ll sit with you in the kitchen if you don’t mind. I like watching you be all domestic, it’s cute. Should we get a hairnet for your tail?”

“I’ve never had any issues with-” Ichiro noted the way you were smiling at him, “Oh, you’re just messing with me, huh? I’ll remember that.”

Dinner was served shortly after and you weren’t lying about liking domestic Ichiro, thinking it was quite sweet to see him making you a plate and putting it down in front of you before sitting across the table. He even took the dishes to clean them before you could offer to help, saying he had invited you over to take a break and that he didn’t expect you to lift a finger. Your insistence was a little stronger than his stubborn need to do it all so you ended up drying and putting the dishes away as he scrubbed, pleased when everything was said and done so you could both relax together.

You managed to make it through exactly one movie before you began to feel sleepy.

You stretched, yawned, and his response came quickly.

“Should we go lie down?” You knew his request didn’t have ulterior motives, at least not in the moment, because as soon as he realized what he said his mouth hung open like he didn’t believe he’d just said that. You gave him a knowing smirk but didn’t tease him out loud, knowing he was probably beating himself up over it now.

“Sure. Lead the way, casanova.”

Ichiro hopped up off the couch and nearly forgot his manners with how quickly he was trying to leave the situation, turning before you get up to offer his hand. You thank him and take his hand, noting it’s a little sweatier than it was when you were holding it before. His anxiety is palpable and your own nerves are starting to build, knowing there’s nothing technically stopping you from having your way with each other. You had thought about it, God knows you had thought about it, and though you can’t speak on Ichiro’s own naughty daydreams you were sure there was something running through his mind with how stiff he had been acting tonight.

“Let me borrow one of your shirts, won’t you?” His eyes widened at that and you heard a shocked noise that you weren’t quite sure came from Ichiro. He stared at you a moment longer with his flustered expression before he fully processed your request, heading over to the dresser and fumbling through until he found a long, comfortable shirt suitable for bedtime. You made sure to brush your hand over his as you took it from him, shooting him a coy smile and thanking him. You admit that you’re starting to feel eager yourself as you remove your clothing, slipping into the t-shirt—And only the t-shirt.

Ichiro’s distracted as you walk out of the bathroom, mid-changing as he hadn’t expected you to be so quick. You’re disappointed that he’s wearing pants but you’d never seen him shirtless before, eyes scanning his back and soaking in all the scars that were left there. There were big and small, healed to the best of their ability; werewolves had a supernatural healing element to them so the wounds that caused scars to grow were ones either gained in adolescence, when the healing factor was much slower, or the wounds were near fatal in nature thus taking longer to heal. Your footsteps are quiet but Ichiro’s ears twitch in your direction, whipping around to face you. His eyes are on your face for only a moment before dropping to your bare legs, noting that his shirt was a little long on you but still left plenty for him to admire.

“I didn’t mean to leave you shirtless! How will you keep warm now?” You grabbed the shirt out of his hand, tossing it in the direction of the dresser as he certainly wouldn’t need it tonight.

“But wolves don’t get cold- Oh…” Ichiro was so intelligent normally but it seemed his mind was elsewhere, all your come-ons causing him confusion until you gave him a look that said ‘think about that a bit more’. He leaned in to kiss your cheek, slowly leaving a trail of kisses anywhere he could reach, helped by you tilting your head to the side to give him more access to you.

You tried to muffle your groan as Ichiro’s sharp teeth grazed against your neck, him purposely repeating the action to see if it was just a fluke. When you give him the same type of response you feel him press closer to you, his tail beginning to sway again to show how he happy he was (though it was obvious he was trying to control it as well). You gently touched his chest after you pulled away from him, fingers grazing the scarred Chuuoku brand on his skin, something that made him look away. You’re worried that you’ve agitated him at first but he grabbed your wrist as you went to pull away, pressing your hand to his chest and looking into your eyes.

He was giving you permission.

Your finger traced over the brand on his chest again, feeling guilty that you were looking at it when there was the rest of his beautiful body to admire. It was hard not to think about the burning pain that had been inflicted on him, that each and every scar must hold a sad story behind how he’d received them. You knew he had been a bit of a punk when he was younger but that seemed to be the type of lives werewolves lived, especially the ones with no parents to guide or protect them. He hadn’t talked about his father much but there was a bitterness there, a betrayal that had wedged itself deeply into Ichiro’s heart and had been the reason behind him breaking up their pack to begin with.

It wasn’t time to worry about that now.

If anything, you wanted Ichiro to forget his worries, at least for now.

You crawled into the bed first, flashing him the fact that you weren’t wearing underwear as though he needed another reason to snuggle in beside you as soon as possible. You teasingly turn to face the wall but are pleased when Ichiro pulled you flush against him, his dick hot and hard on your ass. He’s trying not to rut his hips but it’s hard, just like him, and he’s restraining himself in fear of his strength accidentally hurting you. The plan had been to allow you to set the pace, to take control so that it’d be less likely an accident like that would happen, but it seemed useless now.

His attraction, his burning desire, it was too much for him to handle.

“I guess being tempting is just in your nature,” He whispered against your neck, hands running up your leg until they caught the end of his shirt; he lifted it up, slowly, slowly, until it was at your waist, leaving it there and going down to squeeze your hip. He’s started to move his hips in a steady rhythm that was turning him on more, thinking about how soft you felt against him. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Oh, is that right? You’ve met a fairy, right?”

“They have nothing on you.”

“Ooh, I’d be careful with that.” You turned your head to look at him, eyes taking a second to make out his face in the darkened room. “The fae don’t take kindly to being outdone. You might have put us both in danger.”

“I’d do anything to keep you safe.” Not normal bedroom talk but you’d be lying if that didn’t make your chest tingle, or perhaps that was just because his hands were now sliding up your stomach, cupping your chest but making no other moves just yet.

“Oh, my hero…!” Your teasing gets you everywhere, his hand rearranging itself so his fingers could gently pinch your nipple. You moaned quietly to show him that you appreciated what he was doing, arching back against him to temporarily stop his hips from moving. He’s breathing a little heavier now, which is why his next request isn’t a surprise.

“Turn around.”

His lips crashed against yours the second you did so, his hand on the back of your head as his tongue forced its way past your lips. He’s still a little clumsy when it comes to navigating such a passionate kiss but you can tell he’s putting his all into it, allowing you to explore his mouth as well; you couldn’t stop yourself from running your tongue over his canines, squeaking as it feels like you sliced your tongue though there’s no coppery taste to accompany the slight pain. He pulled away quick, a panicked look on his face as he opened his mouth to apologize.

“Shh…” You pressed a finger to his lips, “You don’t have to say sorry, baby. There’s something I want to do…but be careful of those fangs, alright?”

The only sound in the room is the shuffling of blankets as you pushed him onto his back, moving the blankets out of your way and stripping yourself of his shirt. He gets only a glance of your chest but you can tell he’s licking his lips at the thought of sucking on them, thinking he could have his way with them later when you were done with your request. You carefully positioned yourself over his, lowering cautiously as you didn’t want to totally smother him (at least not yet). Ichiro’s impatience is finally shining through and he throws caution out, strong arms wrapping around your thighs and pulling you down on his face.

Werewolves had been stereotyped as being voracious eaters and Ichiro wasn’t proving them wrong, the way his tongue was working you over being more than enough proof that he was one. You’re trying to keep yourself quiet despite knowing you don’t have to but that’s not good enough for Ichiro, no, he has to hear your voice full volume or he doesn’t believe he’s doing a good enough job. He teased your clit with his tongue, sucking, licking, going back and forth between the two as you grinded down on his face. He felt a certain thrill at how rough you were being now that you were close to the edge, being far less careful than you had before as you rode his face, desperate to come yet not really wanting the moment to end.

He would be sure to request this later, seeing how irresistible you acted when he ate you out.

You nearly pulled away from him before you came but he felt the muscles in your legs beginning to move, holding you down before you could take this delicacy away from him. You cried out his name as you came on his face, whimpering at the delicate licks he continued to give your clit as you came down from your orgasm. He could probably spend the entire night down there if you allowed him but there was another part of him you were hungry for, something that couldn’t be put off any longer.

You spend a second teasing his cock, licking up and down the vein on the underside of it as it seemed to drive him craziest. There was another stereotype about werewolves that was proven correct but you couldn’t think about it for too long, straddling his waist this time and sitting down on his length (but not allowing it to enter you). You’re slick as you moved back and forth, the head of his dick hitting your clit every time you moved forward, and you took pleasure in seeing the internal debate on Ichiro’s face. What would he do? Would he sit there and take it like a good boy, or would he let out that inner carnivore and show you who’s boss?

You’re pleased it’s the latter, legs spreading as the positions are reversed and you’re now underneath him. He lets out a growl that makes you bite your lip, his eyes on your chest once more before drifting up to your face. He leaned down to kiss you as he lined himself up with your entrance, pressing himself inside of you and waiting an extra second before going deeper. He’s thick and burning hot but it feels too damn good for you to complain about it, your body growing used to the feeling of his thick cock inside you. You’re distracted by his mouth on your chest again, tongue expertly playing with your nipple; his one hand cupped the breast he was playing with while the other held onto your hip, helping him bring your hips to meet his as he thrusted.

The pace he set was rougher than you thought he was capable of yet it still felt good, you could feel his desperation for your touch leaking through. Your hand ran through his hair, tugging as you ordered him to slow it down as you would come to quick if he kept the pace up; he didn’t listen at first which meant finding another weak spot, your hand reaching down in the dark to squeeze his ass, rising up to touch the base of his tail. He let out a whimper at this but finally obeyed, showing he still had a little good boy left in him. You wanted to memorize the way it felt to have him inside you, to have him planting kisses all over your neck and chest, to hear his begging as he didn’t know how much longer he’d last going at this pace.

“Try not to break me in half,” You grinned at him but he didn’t process it, knowing he was given permission to pick the pace up once again.

You’re pressed into the bed as Ichiro fucked you hard and fast, desperate to snap that thread, to finally come after all the hard work he had done to make this a nice night. He deserved this, you think, he deserved to feel good and you were happy that you were the one to do it. If it wasn’t you he wouldn’t be satisfied, Ichiro knew that without the love he felt for you this would just be empty pleasure but his heart felt so full as his lips pressed against yours and he came with one last thrust.

“I love you…” He gasped out, face buried in your neck as he dropped some of his weight on top of you, just enough to create a pleasantly snug sensation. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“I love you too, Ichi, don’t get so worked up.” You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching his ears in appreciation and trying not to laugh at the feeling of his tail wagging. “I love you so much it’s unbearable.”

“You think you have it bad, I’ve been thinking about sending my brothers out on a fake job just so we could be alone…” Ichiro sighed as he rolled off of you, knowing that the clean-up would be next but not quite finding the energy to move yet. “That would be bad, right?”

“…I mean, if they’re gonna follow in your footsteps you could at least call it training. Then it won’t feel like you’re lying.”

“…You’re right, that’s a way better idea.”

“That’s what I’m here for!”

“…Thank you for coming over tonight,” Ichiro’s voice is back to being a whisper, “We should get cleaned up.”

“Carry me to the bathroom, won’t you? I can’t guarantee my legs work right now.”

Ichiro laughed.

“Anything for you.”

#Yamada Ichiro #Ichiro Yamada #Hypnosis Microphone #Hypnosis Mic #Hypnosis Microphone Imagines #Hypnosis Mic Imagines #Hypnosis Microphone x Reader #Hypnosis Mic x Reader #Yamada Ichiro x Reader #Smut #Scenario #Supernatural AU

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zukka-pegged-by-suki · 3 years

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ok so guys, remember that “my father always says azula was born lucky, i was lucky to be born” line? yeah, now explain to me why tf are we even considering OZAIs words?!?! like some people use this line as an argument against azula when its literally what OZAI SAID?!?!!?!!?!

Zuko’s good and bad luck, as well as Azulas. Was either of them lucky? Let’s see.

Please read all of it before drawing assumptions.

Zuko’s luck:

- has mums care and affection

- has irohs care and affection

- can get away with being a softie as a child, because he may get disregarded and called weak but lets be honest, azula wouldnt have been able to get away with his behavior because she didn’t have firstborn privilege (which is a thing while azulon lived) or mummy’s protection like he did.

before anyone comes at me i’ll expand a bit on the firstborn privilege. as first born he was instantly considered more important by the masses since birth, that might’ve changed later but before neither could bend that much was still a fact. which means azula wouldn’t really have any recognition for anything unless she surpassed him in every way, which is what became her goal especially when ozai became the one who spent more time with her rather than ursa, anyways lets continue.

- constantly receiving second chances; iroh, the gaang minus katara, katara, azula (even if not from the “good” side), ozai (no matter the intentions, this much is true), iroh again, mai, the entire fckng world.

- he had a guide and help throughout his long healing and learning process.

Zuko’s bad luck:

- Unloving father

- Mummy disappears

- Doesn’t train that hard and surprise surprise, is worse than azula. Because if he had really trained hard, he would’ve at least known the formations wether he was able to firebend with them or not, but he was just clearly trying to copycat azula while tripping over because he didn’t have that much experience doing it. This is something no one can change my mind about. How tf did he expect to excel if he didn’t train enough. This wasnt about luck but hard work which he didn’t put in, too busy playing with mum and the little turtleducks. And I do not hate Zuko, I really love him but this is just a fact and he’s too fixed on blaming everyone else for his own mistakes and problems (esp Azula). Like, im sorry to break it out to you honey, but Ozai hates you because he’s an asshole, and that’s his own fault, not Azula’s.

- Scar and exile time, we all know this.

- Ugly haircut because of dishonor

- Finally achieving his goal of regaining his “honor” but realizing it wasn’t what he wanted only when he was already at the Fire Nation palace having all the glory from Aang’s presumed death.

- Katara’s distrust after his betrayal (bc who would’ve expected that to happen /s)

- Getting zapped in an attempt to save Katara.

I mean except for the things related to Ozai, most of this was all consequences from his own actions.

And I’m sorry but I don’t understand the fixation he has with having Ozai’s love. Unlike Azula, he has had his mother’s love and his uncle’s love. He knows what real love looks like and he has never really seen anything that could imply Ozai likes him, while he has Iroh treating him like he’s his actual father.

I’m not invalidating his traumas in any way and terrible things did happen to him, but why is he so obsessed with Ozai and why would he choose him over Iroh, he’s 16 and has been with Iroh since age 13, he was also with Ursa for the majority of his childhood, make it make sense.

Azula’s luck:

- Uh she was born rlly smart i guess

- She had some natural talent and knew to train hard to shape it to perfection, as well as studying a lot about war tactics and shit ig

- Ty Lee and Mai loved her and she loved them back

I mean as far as luck goes, that’s it. Everything else was achieved on her own merit and even if she had no scar, her traumas are just as valid as Zuko’s, neither is worse or better, we do not compare traumas in this house and they were both terrible.

Azula’s bad luck:

- Bad mother (i’ll make a post on why Ursa sucks)

- No second chances

- Mum never said goodbye just like she never said “i love you” lol, except in that one hallucination

- Never has had any real help to heal (i’ll make a post on why the asylum was a trash idea that would’ve never worked)

- Can’t fully trust anyone, not even herself, or will be punished for it

- The only people who loved her, Mai and Ty Lee, “betraying” her (check out my post on that, its under #jinta’s commentary)

- Ozai psychologically abusing her all her life

- Some characters may have been lonely, but she was genuinely absolutely alone. And she knew it.

- Hurt and self-hatred channeled through anger like Zuko did sometimes when he had that shame shave ponytail, but with her, its all the time.

- Even his abuser abandons her

- Everyone hates her but forgives Zuko, Mai and Ty Lee. And it’s so annoying because all Mailee did that Azula didn’t was swap sides almost at the end, if the excuse is that they were being manipulated well Ozai was manipulating Azula so what’s the excuse.

- Is always believed to be lying but usually isn’t (check out my azula always lies post)

- Has a mental breakdown and nobody gives a shit?! Like the first think Zuko thought of was “ooh she’s slipping lemme take advantage of that”

- Has nothing and no one, yay

- Gets thrown into a stupid asylum but not rlly because there are no comics in ba sing se

While Zuko had Ursa and Iroh to protect him and stuff, she was victim of Ozai’s manipulation and psychological abuse all her life.

So when we know Ozai said she was lucky, why tf is anyone taking his word for it??!

Plus when Zuko was born they didn’t know how he would be and Azula didn’t exist so there was no way he could’ve been lucky to be born.

Zuko was very unlucky, but he was also lucky.

Azula was just unlucky.

edit: as bellatrixobsessed1 said, azula had the illusion of luck.

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inber · 4 years

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“Jaskier!”

The Jaskier in question pops out the middle of a dense bush like an alert stoat. “Yes, Geralt?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Geralt asks, crossing his arms. It's a visual illustration of his current demeanour, just in case the bard is unable to pinpoint it tonally.

“Picking berries,” Jaskier boasts, “making myself useful. See, Geralt, not only am I handsome, quick-witted and, if I do say so, beautifully cultured, I am also a dab hand at foraging.”

“Not to mention modest.”

“Modesty is for dullards and the pious. I cannot be accused of either affliction.” Jaskier says, wading out of the undergrowth. His upturned cap is brimming with the fruits of his labour. Working so selflessly has made him appealingly flushed. The hat is thrust towards Geralt, who takes it.

“No, thank you.” Geralt says.

“No? After my back-breaking hard work, the sweat and the effort and Gods, I think I even have a splinter – no, he says. Just like that.” Jaskier huffs, and tries to snatch the bounty back.

Geralt holds the cap away from him. And then, the absolute bastard, he pours all the berries onto the ground in a miserable heap. Jaskier makes a sound like a goose with a kazoo.

“Geralt!” His falsetto is pitched high, “What in the bloody--”

“They're not blueberries, Jaskier.” Geralt says.

The bard bumbles. “I-- what?”

“They're sweet amber berries. I don't particularly want to spend the evening shitting so hard that I can't sit tomorrow. Do you?”

Jaskier has the decency to look chagrined. “Ah.” He says, eloquently. And then he brightens. “Good thing I waited to share them instead of snacking as I picked then, huh?”

Geralt snorts, flinging the ridiculous hat back to its equally ridiculous owner.

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“Jaskier?”

“I'm fine!” Is the rushed response, which has Geralt's guard up immediately. “Peachy, actually. Dandy, just absolutely a-okay, perfectly--”

“Stop listing adjectives,” Geralt growls, “and tell me you didn't drink the potion.”

“I most assuredly certainly didn't not drink the potion.” Jaskier says.

Geralt's eyes narrow like a high-wire tightrope, and Jaskier is losing balance.

“Alright, fine.” The bard admits, “I may have had a sip. Or two. But in my defence, Yennefer has labelled it 'beauty', and it is a fetching shade of pale pink – actually, come to think of it, it tasted sort of like roses. Ooh, and honey!”

The groan Geralt emits comes from somewhere deep within his body, uncurling like a slumbering bear woken in the midst of hibernation. “It's for female humans, you fool.”

“What?” Jaskier quacks, looking side-long at the bottle. “Oh, how terribly cliché. Pink for the girls, and I suppose there's a blue-- wait, what does that mean for me? Geralt?”

“I'm not exactly sure,” Geralt says, “but I suspect you may be blessed with some magical enhancements, unless we can get Yen to give you an antidote.”

“Enhancements?” Jaskier asks, bewildered baby-blues a faux advertisement for innocence. “Ah, fuck. You mean tits, don't you?”

“Big bouncy ones, yes.”

Jaskier pats his own chest, as if debating the development. He tilts his head. Then he sucks in a sharp breath, horrified. “My doublets won't fit!”

“That's what you're concerned about?”

“Naturally! Melitele's ti—oh, bollocks. Not the right time for that.” He's pinching his own nipples beneath his undershirt and it's distracting enough for Geralt to smack his hands. “Ouch. Where's Yen?”

“In her apothecary.” Geralt says, “Working.”

“Right. Well. Time for some of the old Pankratz charm, eh? What rhymes best with 'Yen'... hen, zen, bullpen...”

Geralt sighs. “Shut up, Jaskier. I'll do the talking.”

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“Jaskier...?”

Geralt is floating pleasantly in the space that exists between consciousnesses, thin threads of gossamer-reality woven spider-quick across his memory. A fight. An injury. A Jaskier with healing supplies.

“I'm here, Geralt.” Jaskier says, kneeling. The witcher's lazy-hazy vision flicks to him. He is backlit by firelight, looking entirely too holy. Not a sacrament of a bard, no; Geralt has never seen a human being so utterly immersed in both debauchery and kindness, like the ideals were distilled into drink and instead of picking one shot, he downed both at the same time. Geralt has seen him do that. The thought makes him laugh.

“Hush darling, you'll pull the stitches.” Jaskier chides, bossy-britches. “What's so funny?”

“Remember that tavern in Attre?” Geralt's voice is slurry, even to his own ears.

“The awful one that tried to charge you thrice-over for a tankard of brine? As if you couldn't smell it, the absolute buffoons. What a useless establishment.”

Geralt giggles. The sound is a delirious squeak, but he's too strung-out to care. “You punched the barkeep in the face.”

“I did, dearest, and I'd do it again.” Jaskier says.

“Right in his face!” Geralt guffaws, and then winces. Jaskier tuts, examining the bandages covering his midsection.

“Shh, now. You need to rest, Geralt.”

A sticky blink, and Geralt reaches blindly for his companion. “Never said thanks. For that. You are good to me, Julek.”

Jaskier's hand tightens in his own. “Did you just call me...?”

It's a sentimental moment he'll treasure alone, because Geralt lapses back into unconsciousness, thick fingers tangled with Jaskier's. The bard smiles fondly.

Jaskier makes for an unlikely guardian, but he stays awake all night.

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geraltofriviasleftbuttcheek · 4 years

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They stumble up to their room at the inn, Jaskier's arm over Geralt's shoulders as he supports his weight. He can smell Jaskier's blood where it seeps from the wound in his side, staining his shirt, but he's not worried; the wound is superficial at best—when Jaskier is actually hurt he goes quiet, and right now he's still muttering about how he's never going to get the blood out.

"It's ruined, Geralt!" he whines, as Geralt dumps him onto the bed gracelessly. "And for what? The fight wasn't even that impressive!"

"I told you it would be a waste of your time," Geralt says, unsympathetic. He digs around in his bag, grabbing some clean cloth to wet and clean the wound with.

Jaskier sniffs, gazing down at his shirt with sad eyes. Geralt knows he'll get over it—it really doesn't bother him now, he just likes to be dramatic—and so feels no guilt in pulling it off him and tossing it to the floor without care, crouching down to get a better look at the wound.

It goes quiet between them as Geralt's eyes land first not on the wound, but on the stark lines of Jaskier's soul mark, curving gracefully up the left side of his torso from hip to armpit. It's large—very large—for a mark: a wolf, he sees, its back to him and looking over its shoulder with intense eyes. Soul marks are traditionally colorless, just black lines, but the lack of shading implies it's meant to be a very light color.

White, he thinks, it's a white wolf.

His own mark on the back of his neck tingles, a pleasantly warm sensation. Geralt swallows thickly, and he finally brings his eyes up to meet Jaskier's soft, fond look. His blue eyes are bright even in the dim light of the room. He reaches out the hand closest to Geralt and his fingers gently caress along Geralt's jaw as they move to rest over the buttercups tattooed at the top of his spine.

With as often as Jaskier helps him bathe after hunts, of course he's seen the small cluster of blooms Geralt keeps hidden beneath his hair. He would trace them with tender, reverent fingers as he washed Geralt's hair, and it soothed something primal in Geralt, though before now he hadn't thought too hard about why.

Well. Now he knows.

All his long, long life, he's fought against Destiny and her ceaseless machinations against him, guiding him where she wants, no regard for what his choice might be, and now she's tied this beautiful soul to him, chained this fiery and lively free spirit to his dark and twisted existence, took away their choice—

Jaskier's fingers give his neck a squeeze, pulling Geralt out of his thoughts, and he blinks up at the soft expression on Jaskier's face.

"It means only what you want it to mean," Jaskier says, ever so gentle. "It's a suggestion, nothing more. We do with it what we choose, Geralt."

Geralt takes a breath, holds it, and lets it out slowly, eyes falling back to the wolf imprinted on Jaskier's skin.

What we choose.

Most people choose the obvious route of consummating a romantic relationship when faced with the person who bears the mark that represents their soul. Plenty of others, however, choose to remain platonic, lifelong friends.

Geralt isn't sure what he wants in the moment—he cares for Jaskier, he knows this much, but making it something more? It terrifies him, the idea of opening himself up, of being so vulnerable even with Jaskier who he knows would cradle his beaten, worn heart like it's something precious.

The thought of remaining nothing more than friends, however, leaves a sour taste in his mouth nearly as bad as the terror that grips his chest at the other option.

But—Jaskier isn't making him pick one or the other. He's telling Geralt they can make it their own, whatever they want to do, however they need it to be.

And it could change; Geralt's heard of people who start out as platonic who grow into a romantic relationship, and vice versa. It doesn't have to be only one way or the other.

He breathes easier the longer he looks at the wolf, Jaskier's hand a steady, grounding warmth on his neck as his thoughts finally settle. Eventually, he looks back at Jaskier, back to those bright blue eyes and that small, fond smile Jaskier reserves just for him.

We do with it what we choose.

So, Geralt chooses: he lets his calloused fingers trace over Jaskier's soul mark, an acknowledgment, the touch so light it's barely there—though Jaskier still sucks in a startled breath and his muscles tense, like it tickles—and then brings up the cloth in his other hand to finally wipe away the dried blood from the wound in his side, and the tension that had settled over them doesn't break so much as it seems to gently dissipate, like an exhaled breath.

Jaskier's hand remains on his neck, fingers dancing lightly over the lines of the buttercups as Geralt applies healing salve to the long but shallow gash and bandages him up, humming one of his latest tunes to fill the quiet. When he's done, Jaskier looks at his handiwork and then grins at him.

"Good as new?" he asks, like he can't see it himself, and Geralt rolls his eyes, standing up from the crouch he'd taken to tend to Jaskier.

"It won't scar," he says, not quite an answer. "But maybe next time you'll actually listen to me when I tell you it'll be too boring for you."

Jaskier makes a considering noise, patting Geralt's chest as he stands and moves to his things to grab a new shirt. "Eh, probably not. Boring hunts mean I get to exercise my creative liberties."

"You say creative liberties, I say lies."

"That's because you're boring and lack imagination."

"I'm imagining a lot right now."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You shutting up."

"Ooh, big dreams! How's that working out for you?"

Their banter continues as they head from the inn to the tavern for dinner, and Geralt feels his shoulders relax even more when he sits at a table in the back and watches Jaskier perform for the evening crowd while he eats. It's so easy with Jaskier sometimes that Geralt's starting to forget why he'd ever not wanted Jaskier with him in the first place.

Jaskier looks his way several times throughout his set, and each time he sends a smile or a wink Geralt's way, as he always does. Geralt feels his lips twitch with an answering smile, small and nearly unnoticeable as it is, and feels warmth spread through his chest, a pleasant tingle on the back of his neck.

Though he's in a new, not-bloodstained shirt and doublet, Geralt can still see the image of the wolf beneath Jaskier's clothes, can feel the intensity of its gaze which he knows if it were in color would be gold.

Suddenly, Geralt thinks he'd like to trace the lines of the wolf with his lips, to taste Jaskier's skin and feel him pressed up against his body, to swallow his songs with his own mouth. He wants those nimble fingers tracing his scars and touching him with aching tenderness and reverence, like they do already but—more.

He wants more.

He wants to give himself to Jaskier, to open himself up and pull his own heart out and lay it at Jaskier's feet and ask him to treat it gently, even though it scares him.

He wants to hold Jaskier's heart in return, even though it terrifies him that he might crush it in his hands that were made to hurt and harm and kill. He wants the chance to try.

We choose.

And, well—Geralt chooses Jaskier.

#the witcher #geraskier #fics.#long post #oh?? another soulmate au????#yeah. yeah it is

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Oh my, oh my goodness you're stunning! You look like such a sweet darling in satin! Ahhh brain scrampled! I- I need a breather pheeww,,, baby,,, 😳

I'm double majoring in film production and literature so my dissertation is merging both so in short, film adaptions throughout history, particularly on the gendered body! And if you're comfy in sharing what about you, what do you major in, honeypie? (hehee you remind me of that song) Wish you were here to spoil me, drag me to bed when my stubborn self refuses to sleep 🥺 Mhm! The dentist just gave me some cream and medicated mouthwash to heal the wound fast! Oh poor baby, busy time for you as well, will you treat yourself for me? How I wish I could bake you some snackies to tide you over your exam/paper season

I think I just- oh my god I've been wet all day thinking about you squeezing and playing with your lingerie clad tits while you lick your wetness off my face I- Would you kiss me? Taste yourself on my lips? And would you let me play with your tits? Pinch your nipples gently and leave lil love marks until your nipples are hard, a tad swollen and all so sensitive as your moan in pleasure? Think of it as a present for after our play time when you wear a bra and your sensitive nipples throb against the fabric. It's been hours and my panties are still drenched btw, it's like I'm harbouring a naughty secret walking around all wet, the only relief being a cool breeze though that it's reminder is torture in its own way. While doing work, eating dinner, running errands, I just couldn't stop thinking about being filled by such a pretty little star. I haven't done anything, I want to be good for you, would you help me please? Your fingers, your tongue, your strap, I'll take anything to be stuffed brainless - 😈

omg omg thank you so much!! I am so happy you think so 💗 I was a bit nervous to have a picture of me up here - who knows, might change it later - but your praise means so fucking much to me ajdjsjd especially seeing your reaction. this might be mean, considering you wanted a breather, but, I did do some stuff to myself in it.

THE WAY I GASPED. holy fucking shit, that is so, so cool. I don't study film, but I love reading and listening about the analysis of them, with the underlying themes, symbolism and cinematography. it's all so interesting to me - and discussing the analysis of literature can also be so fascinating, learning the different symbols the author used, characterization, etc. your dissertation is literally something I would read in my free time, that sounds indredibly cool. I also love history, so merging film throughout history, and also focusing on gender? seriously, please tell me anything and everything about your studies and dissertation, it is so cool to me. ooh, so I'm undeclared this year to explore my options, but next year, will either go into Humanities or English, I hope! yes omg I would constantly be checking in and making sure you rest up ❤ I hope it heals fast and well! <3 omg, you making me snacks when studying would make me so soft, that is so sweet of you, especially since I sometimes go for hours. and thankfully, I rested a bit this weekend!

of course I would kiss you. did the idea of me flattening my tongue, and stroking it along your cheeks, cleaning you up of the little wet mess I made, get you wet, baby? I would place my mouth on yours, moving languidly, my tongue stroking yours and curling around. I’d grab your hands and with your okay, help guide them to my breasts, so you can cup them around the lace I'm wearing. I would sigh quietly at how good it feels, to have your hands massaging and playing with them. I’d ask you to softly rub my nipples through the fabric, hips jerking clumsily because of how sensitive they are. you can even suck on them through the fabric, getting the satin wet as you suck my nipple through it, leaving a spot. this way, by the time I remove it, needing your mouth directly on me, my nipples are stiff and hard. god, the fact that you're so wet is so hot to me, panties drenched and begging to be removed so you can give yourself some relief. it is our little secret <3 baby, you’ve been so good for me. I’d want to get on my knees, while you lie down, and watch my strap fill you up. I want to watch how the length of it slips in and out, getting coated and wrapped in your juices, and how your hips twitch when it strokes a spot deep in you.

#answered asks #😈 anon

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We look to you

Summery: Roman and Virgil are at the Applebee’s enjoying their so called “date” but mrs Greene comes in

Ships: Logicality, Prinxiety, demus/dukeceit

When they’re singing

Virgil-purple

“So I save all my money and I go to New York every summer and see as many broadway shows as I can and when I run out of money... I second act”

“Really?” Roman chucked to himself cause he couldn’t believe Virgil would do that

“Yeah, well my point is that I’ve seen you many times. I missed “Eleanor” though” Roman looked away and his voiced changed to an old lady’s

“You didn’t miss a thing”

Virgil then became very anxious about what happened to Romans voice “Are you choking?!”

“No, no that is the voice I used as Eleanor.” Virgil let out a big sigh of relief

“Ooh, well it’s uncanny.” At that moment, Mrs Greene and one of her friends came in

“Oh Mr Hawkins!”

“Mrs Greene.”

Roman sat their and put his hand out to shake hers

“Hello I’m Roman Allen we haven’t officially met”

“We’re aware. You and your friends know nothing about us about our town, out peopleamd yet you feel justify to tell us what to do. It convinces me to me Ignorance is your stuck in trait!”

“Mr Allen is a tony award winning Broadway Star.”

“Well I suggest he stick to to acting clearly he is a much more compelling personality when someone’s tells him where to stand and what to say.” Mrs Greene and her fiend left Virgil and Roman alone.

“Sorry about that. You have to understand this town has been through a lot. We had an auto parts close down due to outs arcing. Lots of families were upset. The biggest industry now is the prison and its hard to get a job there and you pick a strange time for a visit.”

Roman then started to feel bad cause he felt like he made things bad. “I didn’t mean to make things worse. We just thought that by helping this one boy we could make the world a better place.”

“Hey I appreciate that. Listen people are angry and scared, powerless when ever that happens you look for a scapegoat not that I’m making any excuse for her....” Virgil pointed I. The direction Mrs Greene left and Roman just didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“Let’s just drop it.” It got quiet

“You know I’ve never said this before to someone but.......tel me about you.”

Virgil laughed a little.

“About me? Well...I don’t know I’m a small town principal. It does get frustrating but at least I have a job. Single.”

Roman eyes widened at what he just heard.

“I’m sorry.”

“Well I’m single just putting that out there.” Roman was surprised by that statement

“Why? You’re so smart and....really good-looking.” The two of them blushed a little.

“Um I’m also single happily divorced”

“I read about that, Eddie Sharp from the talk show”

“That’s right. It lasted 15 heart-pulverizing years that little parasite. He’s got a hit tv show and he’s still bleeding me dried. I just hate his money sucking guts!” Roman started mashing his food like it was eddies face

“Well I never liked his show.”

Roman chuckled “Well, it seems like we have a few things in common you and I”

“I don’t think so I’m just an ordinary guy and your a Broadway Star.”

Roman looked away “Well...since broadway is changing and I’m getting older...not old just older....should I just quit?”

“No please you can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“I....Need you to keep doing what you do”

🎶My days have little glamour writing memos making calls and wincing at the grammar at the bathroom walls🎶

🎶It’s all school supplies and budget size and waiting through red tape, that’s why I love the theater it’s how I escape🎶

“So theater is a distraction is that what your saying”

“Distractions are momentary, and escape helps you heal”

🎶We look to you to take us away from the soul crushing jobs and emaculating pay🎶

🎶When our lives come up short and our hopes are sad and few you wisk us off to some place strange and new🎶

🎶We look to you in good times and bad the worlds you create make a the real ones seem less sad🎶

🎶The curtain goes up and ever now and then it feels as if we’re coming home again, yes coming home again🎶

🎶We need a place to run too when everything goes wrong🎶

🎶When the answer to each problem it to burst into a song🎶

🎶And standard rules of logic just simply don’t apply when people dance in unison and no one wonders why🎶

Roman was in a trance of how he described it with Virgils soothing voice

“You make it sound so beautiful”

🎶We look to you as strange as it seems when reality goes to scary new extremes🎶

🎶So don’t ever give up and this I guaranteed🎶

🎶next time you think no one cares🎶

🎶you can looked to me🎶

Virgil and Roman were holding hands across the table

“Thank you that means a lot”

“No thank you”

People to tag/ @artissijules @patt-off @frogsandcookies @icantthinkofacreativeurl @purplestarrystars @actingonimpulse

I have a headache but I still manage to write this one more chapter and we’ll be at the end of act 1

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides the prom au #logicality #prinxiety #demus #dukeceit #livy writes

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The Wheel of Time 01x02 - Shadow’s Waiting

SPOILER filled reaction

(Because i read it all and have no control and am a book vs adaptation maniac)

Oh good, Whitecloaks

And their pretty little camp

From what Lord - oh. Bornhald probably.

Lol eating small birbs as a bad guy alert

Oh yeah it’s Valda. I mean that’s the first name that came to my mind and then prime confirmed it. Ten points to me.

High thread count title sequence

Ooh, i wonder if it’s gonna change as the show goes, because sure, Aes Sedai are super important but they aren’t all there is to the Wheel of Time

Do you doofus even know where you goin’. Has she even mentioned going to the WT. i can’t remember and it’s been like 10 minutes since i watched ep1.

Tarren Ferry!

No channeling to make Bela go faster :(

Hey Master Hightower 😉

Hahahahaha i can’t with the trollocs i mean they look exactly like they’re described and I’ve never been able to take them seriously. Poor dudes they’re just real ugly and real dumb. (Except Narg, who isn’t there.) Like Aginor really did them dirty and the show is just going with it.

Honestly the most frightening thing about them is their sheer number and how their masters really don’t care if they’re just dragon fodder, so they just keep on coming. And yeah the way they’re made is just disgusting and you wanna smack them like cockroaches because they’re gross in every way. But they’re kinda pitiful? I mean they have no pity themselves so i wouldn’t hesitate against them but their life must suck so bad.

That myyrdraal design has big Mouth of Sauron energy

Oh so now it’s not just his job you’re ruining it’s his family. Nice one Moiraine (i mean in that case she is actually more justified because the trollocs are just there but she’s also taking more from him. That’s an interesting choice)

Hightower you idiot. You could have gotten tar valon marks from Lan’s infinite coin purse instead.

Is there even another crossing

The point of Tarren Ferry in the whole serie is that’s the only way in and out of he 2 Rivs. That and xenophobia.

I’m already attached to Barney. Once again, why

Someone tell me I’m afraid to look it up myself

Rand showing more mistrust of Aes Sedai eheh

Stop with the “or she” I’m begging you

*sigh* you know actually it’s great because it means that souls aren’t gendered but…. but my canon….

lol also does it mean the Karatheon Cycle uses “they” rather than “he”

Stop zooming on Egwene whenever you talk about the Dragon I’m begging you

“I came out here to be alone”. Why does that sound like a later stage Rand (except much more softly)

You know what Egwene and Perrin is such a brotp

WHAT

THE

HELL

WAIT OH MY GOD TELL ME ITS BAALZAMON PAYING A VISIT

OH YEAH THAT'S HIM

JUST BATS INSTEAD OF RATS

FINALLY SOMEONE IS ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTION. Ten points to Rand.

“Other than being an errant boy for the Aes Sedai”. 😂

Et là la meuf se casse.

“What did she promise you last night? That you’re the one?”

Ehehehehehehe. Actually Egwene being a “potential Dragon” is so funny i changed my mind.

“And Leila”. Perrin: 👀

Oooh they’re not mincing their words.

My boys 😩

“Our land” shut the hell up Valda this is Andor not Amadicia. Wait no you guys don’t even rule Amadica you just squat there. You have literally no land beyond the walls of the Fortress of the Light just shut up.

And then Lan just goes and say exactly that and then Valda replies exactly what I knew he would say, which is that Children of the Light hold sway wherever men walk in the Light, ten more points to me.

Take your filthy questioner’s hands off my girl

Lol is Bornhald really telling Moiraine to go see an Aes Sedai for healing? That’s taking it a bit too far even for him.

Why going south?

Oh I’m a dumbass. One of the rare thing they know about Aes Sedai is that they tell the truth isn’t it? So they would have believed Moiraine when she told them they had to leave back in EF. Maybe. I mean the guys (Rand mostly) are pretty suspicious of her but that’s mainly after they (he) had the time to think about it and start to doubt their knowledge of Aes Sedai. Also the dream certainly didn’t help.

Oh Mat i love you

MANETHEREN

WEEP FOR THE BLOOD OF AEMON 😭

“No idea who Manetheren is anyway.” 😂 oh Mat just wait.

And there is the history lesson

13th day 🙃

Czech forests just look like the ones we got here. Which is so interesting to me because I work with wood that used to be grown here and now is grown is eastern europe. Czechia is just in between. Same species all across the european board.

R to E: “What do you want?” Honestly? I’m here for this.

“I could never hate you”. No but you’ll be so annoyed with her.

What is up with that wound Perry that’s not from the book. It makes it look like a trolloc gave him lycanthropy .

I can’t remember if a wolf licking your wound is a good thing or if you risk catching something even more nasty than lycanthropy letting it do that. Might be just cats.

Again with the damn guitar…

Wait Thom has a guitar in this..

Bela name drop

And that’s a wall

Oh i love Shadar Logoth’s vibes

Ah just realized that the tittle of the episode is Shadow’s Waiting… literally Shadar Logoth.

Wait.

Okay i get no points for that. That’s also literally the title of the chapter about Shadar Logoth so i should know anyway. Which also means we got to chapter 19 and skipped Baerlon, which i thought we would when Moiraine said they were on their way to Whitebridge.

(When and where are we meeting Min then?)

Gorgeous building 😩

Oh jeez i thought he was pulling away her skin for a wild sec

DEAD WIFE DAGGER TOOL VS WEAPON *slaps mat’s ass* you can fit so much meaningful dialogue in this bad boy

Oh that’s a very good scene between Mat and Perrin.

Fain foreshadowing whistle

Dagger dagger dagger

Moraine: lan you done fucked up

Mashadar old pal

Cool effect

Mat and Rand go team

Egwene and Perrin go team

Guessing that’s when…

Nynaeve shows up! :) ten points to me

Beautiful sneaking up babe

Well I can at least say that there were more moments I really enjoyed there than in the first ep, mostly from the acting and the little nuggets of lore (that i already know but i want people to know too)

That singing scene was really nice. How they just can’t help but sing because it’s so ingrained in them, rehearsed year after year among their community and it’s something comforting, something from home when they’re embarking on this journey into the unknown. And ofc that’s just sometging Mat does, singing songs while marching towards danger.

I was kind of dubious about making Rand and Egwene’s relationship more advanced at the start but honestly this is so funny knowing where their romantic relationships (and relationship to each other) are going. And the angst!

Which leads me to that one “bastard” Egwene drops and how we have yet to heard and bloody or ashes. Looks like they’re not doing that 😆

01x01

#the wheel of time #wot on prime #wot 02x02 #shadow’s waiting #unreasonably attractive fandom #calyss watches wot

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