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intimesnewhomo · 9 months

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🌤️🌀☔ :3c tell me bout ur writes

Ofc u would choose the ones that make me think the hardest lol. Gonna bap these bad boys behind a readmore bc there is. A Lot™

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

(Sorry this is gonna be a lil long sbsbsbdbd but I rly like this exchange between Cyrus and Aym I would have added more but this is long enough so shout out to Aym calling Dara a weed-powered fog machine just a lil bit before this)

"So, what's your deal then?" he asked, changing the subject.

"My deal?"

"Yeah. Like, I'm a werewolf now, I guess, and Aylwin's a vampire, and Keren's a fucking god. I know Dara said something about you having horns." He laughed. "What are you, a minotaur?"

"A demon, actually," Aym replied, turning his gaze back onto Cyrus.

He felt his heart squeeze a little and his breath come up short. For a moment his vision blurred, though the image of Aym's face was burnt into his mind. That image flickered, and then changed. His eyes were solid black, edge-to-edge, and two long, goatlike horns twisted upward from his forehead. As Cyrus watched, Aym's mouth cracked into a long, nasty grin full of sharp fangs and in the middle of his forehead the skin blistered, then split, revealing a third, jet black eye.

Then it was gone, and Cyrus' vision cleared. Aym was watching him intently, brow furrowed, though Cyrus throught he saw the corner of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly in a smug little smirk.

"Are you all right?" Aym asked, leaning forward a little.

Cyrus unconsciously leaned away from him, rubbing his face. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Just got a little dizzy there for a moment is all."

Aym was quiet a moment, then: "I'm not evil, you know. The world at large exists outside of humanity's morality." He sniffed a little, brushing more invisible lint off his shirt. "You mortals can't even decide amongst yourselves what constitutes good and evil, why should the rest of us follow suit? A lion preying on a gazelle isn't evil, nor is she good. She is simply following her nature."

A little shiver ran up Cyrus' spine. It was all too easy to imagine Aym as a lion, stalking him through the grass, ready to pounce when the moment was right. That image of Aym flashed in his mind again, all black eyes and sharp teeth, and another shudder ran through him. He wrapped his arms around himself and looked at the floor, the dark tv, out the window, anywhere that wasn't Aym's dark gaze.

"And what is a demon's nature, then?" he asked shakily.

"Chaos."

There was a hint of glee in Aym's voice that Cyrus had literally never heard before and it made his uneasiness worse. His skin prickled and tingled, and he stared out the window, his brain somehow convinced that as soon as he looked back at Aym he'd be that demonic vision from his mind's eye.

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

I'll give you the Abominations summary since that's my Big Project and what the snippets I'm sharing are from. The overarching plotline is just. The trials and tribulations of a polycule of gay ass supernatural creechurs and their close friends and family (honestly more or less one giant polycule surrounding and branching off of the core five. These mfs are just. Fucking sm). The first book, the one I'm working on rn (tentatively titled Rebirth) deals with Cyrus joining the family and coming to terms with his new life as a werewolf. He's a college student who gets attacked at a party and almost killed, and now he has to deal with his new werewolf status, the supernatural world, and figuring out his place in the family and the growing pains for all of them that come along with it. And if all that isn't enough, the asshole bastard man who attacked him comes sniffing around causing just, so many problems tbh, not only for Cyrus and the fam but for himself and his little pack. (And his presence is going to bring More Trouble down the line but. Shhhh >:3) I'm aiming for very. Urban fantasy with splashes of very very Queer™ romance. (Genuinely I don't think we have a single heterosexual in the cast even the minor character couple who are "str8" married are actually bi4bi so. The only characters who I could say For Sure are straight are. Future antagonists, that I would genuinely almost classify as actual villains lmao)

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Godddddd probably my Adieu fic 😩 I want to write it sm but I don't know if I'll ever get around to it bc I have too many original fics I want to focus on more. I know I've already given you a big ole rundown of it but mostly it would consist of the Rammlads being an elite assassin squad for The Church™ and Till getting captured and slowly regaining lost memories and uncovering the dark secrets abt their existence, namely them being clones of the first resistance group that rose up against The Church™ and that keep getting replaced and given the same (at least half fabricated) memories any time they get killed or injured beyond saving. Till would help the other lads recover their memories and then it would kind of. Segue into the video, with them going into church headquarters and blowing everything up to end the cycle and hopefully deal a debilitating blow to The Church™ itself.

#ask game #mywillbedone #thank u brudder 🙏 ik u always got my back #even if u did make me squeeze my tiny peabrain so so hard

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i-mybrunettelady · 1 year

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Blorbo thoughts demand blorbo questions.

If Cass hates his family so much, why does he keep his surname? If he hates Theo so much, why doesn't he shave/dye his hair?

On one hand his hair is his identifying feature. He is called the Red Wayfarer because of it. On the other it is something painful. Why does he choose to keep the label given to him when he has so much power in his own hands to end his hair reputation at any moment he wishes? Is he not aware that he could just do it? Or is there some mental barricade that keeps him away from it?

Answer to all of this can be boiled down to spite. But it's more complicated than that, obviously, and it's probably gonna be a long boi, this post, so I might plop a readmore somewhere lmao

But yeah! This man runs on spite and sarcasm. He did consider changing his name to Sero's, but in the end, decided against it because he knows he's the first Wayfarer in the Inteus family (he doesn't know if there were more magiani, though, or if they were carefully hidden away just as he would've been had Cenric not knocked on his family's door.) Being a Wayfarer was his choice, first choice he ever made for himself for real, and he wanted to put a middle finger to the idea that Vestran nobility just doesn't have those pesky magiani children. He was also around 18-19 when he made that call.

He also cannot see himself as anything other than an Inteus. Theokleia haunts him - he's defined himself in relation to her since he was born. The identity of Wayfarer was just slapped on the already existing, aching underlayer of "unwanted son of Theokleia and Aiantes" that he can't shake off no matter what. He's always been told he's an Inteus, in a weird way, only very, very, very inherently bad at being one, so he went, 'yk what? fuck you. i'm purposefully breaking the mold.'

As things are right now, I don't think he'll ever be able to not be an Inteus. He might accept it and divorce it from Theokleia later, but right now, he cannot be anything else.

On the subject of hair, though...

It is his identifying feature, for sure. If you know Theokleia, you can guess they're related bc of that alone. But not simply because of that - I'll plop Cass and Theo I created in DAI for comparison.

He's his mother's freckled, carbon copy but with red eyes. Him dyeing his hair (because shaving isn't an option - that bit of Rhesainian/Vestran beauty standard is too ingrained in him to even consider shaving it) would be only 50% of the resemblance gone. And if he's gonna be Theo's mini-me, he decided, he's gonna do it 100%. Go big or go home, right?

And over the years, he's grown to accept it as part of himself. While he's still Theokleia's son overall, he's also a grown man in his own right so right now, at 31, he's in this weird position of both being very separated and very tied to her. He won't consider dyeing it right now and would laugh at your face if you suggested it, because he's accepted that he also has red hair, somewhat separate from Theokleia. If that makes sense.

(Fun fact - the hair is passed down from Theo's mother, Euanthe, who is not originally of the Inteus line. Right now, the redheads of the family are she, Theo, Cass and Cass' youngest sibling, Aftonio.)

As to the origins of the nickname, he got it after the Vestran civil war. He basically resisted Vasco in joining his side of the war for the crown, but Vasco used Cass' actions in the process of trying to locate the missing Guild acolytes that he was hired to find to aid his cause, which Cass greatly disliked and in order to get away from all that professionally, he just went with the nickname the people gave him. He ended up using it as a persona of sorts to protect himself emotionally from the world, though.

On top of the acceptance of the color (which is a huge ass win, all things considered) if he got rid of the red, he'd be willingly putting his shield down. That he cannot allow. In a situation in which he has no other protection, he can't let the Red Wayfarer go.

#cassposting on main #have i invested you guys into this man yet.#because he's been on my mind a lot lately #and he's my sonboy #and a blorbo #and i love him very much #also first theo picture on the blog!#ty for indulging me <3

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ryugujitr · 2 years

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Goodmorning or afternoon, evening or g'night.

In this week's bulletin of "What the actual FUCK", we will discuss;

FUCK MORNINGS

'Photoshop? Nope, but I'mma teach u anyway'

Laughing at drama queens is 🤡bad🤡

Feminism vs Opinions

I ain't yo ma'

FYCK MORNING CLASSES- COMMUTING ISNT AS PAINFUL AS WAKING UP 3 HOURS B4 CLASS AND REALISING HOW ILL BE WASTING TIME IN CLASS BC THE WOMAN DOesn'T KNOW SHIT SINCE SHE SPECIALISES IN PRINT. But you know what- you can't say anything bc respect your lecturers and also set THE STACKS OF MONEY U HAVE TO PAY FOR TUITION FEE ON FIRE.

This OWMAN. OH MY GOD THIS WOMAN. SHE IS PISSY AND DEFENSIVE FOR THE SLIGHTEST OF THINGS. GIRL- YA DONT KNOW HOW TO USE PHOTOSHOP OR ANY OTHER ADOBE SOFTWARE-

🤡QUIT.THE.COURSE 🤡

But noooooOoOOo WE MEET HER 6 TIMES A WEEK AND EVERY CLASS IS FUCKING CHAOS- BRUH. And These little devils think distracting her is fun- like EXCUSE ME HAHAHAHAHAHAH- THE FUCK WILL U WRITE IN YOUR EXAMS@??????????????? SOME OF US ACTUALLY WANT THIS DEGREE SO WE CAN WORK , NOT RELY ON A MAN FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES.

OH OH AND THEN- while the chaos is at full blast this girl is just; 'LeT heR sPeaK atleast LISTEN TO MISS FIRST'

And

This hoe- had been distracting and barfing out useless comments since the class started- says 'So *snifFs* we CanT evEn aSk questioNs *forces a fake sob* 🤡🥲

SO WHY WOULD U NOT LAUGH? AND I WAS JUST: PFFT and

the lecturer is just: WHY ARE U LAUGHING AT HER

Like bruh...she is lying. I am laughing at her AUDACITY OF DERAILING THE CLASS AND PRETENDING TO ACT LIKE SHE CARES AND YOUR STUPIDITY. But kay I guess ....

So TURNS OUT IN THIS CENTURY AND DAY-

Someone comes up to me and asks "Are you a feminist?"

And your boi was literally looking for her STUDENT ID SHE LOST AGAIN, n i was like "Why."

"because you're so confident and strong headed- im glad to see young women who are opinionated enough to take a stand even if they are in the wrong."

Mind you, if my hand wasn't in my bag it would've been down that bitch's throat. AND she is younger than me too and HAD NEVER CONVERSED WITH ME BEFORE, EVER. EVEN IF IM WRONG? THE DEBATE WASNT EVEN A DEBATE I WAS ASKED ABOUT MY OPINION N I GAVE IT TO THE LECTURER WHO AGREED EITH ME AND IT HIT ME-

To this day, a WOMAN'S OPINION- only shows she's a FEMINIST- bc an opinion is something ONLY A MAN CAN HOLD. Since, you know...FEMALES aren't humans .....

Finally, we planned on complaining about the lecturer's LACK OF KNOWLEDGE ABOUT OUR DEGREE YET HER AUDACITY TO TEACH. SO- I was like, I ain't complaining cause ya'll gonna back out.

HIGHKEY- TRU BC THE COMPLAINT LINGERED ON FOR 2 WEEKS N MOST OF tHESE HOES DIPPED.

And yesterday, as I walked out of The cafeteria after discovering INFLATION IS A BITCH- this random girl comes to me and is just:

🤡- Hey bestie what happened for the complaint?

🫥: Idk

🤡- GoD yOu're so Usless you Have ONE JOB, AREN'T yOu lIke onE of ThoSe smaRt Kids?

🫥: smart I am, your mother, I am not.

If i could, i would've socked her in the face too, but their were too many witnesses.😏🧐

💗❣️So, that concludes our second week's therapy session.❣️💗

BUT PLEASE TELL ME, HOW YOU DOIN? HOW WAS UR WEEK? GOT ANY NEWS ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHING - I'LL TAKE IT.❣️💗

(i had to put readmore so ppl wouldnt have to scroll endlessly)

MISS GURL - WHAT IN THE FRIENDS’ NAME IS YOUR circus COLLEGE DOIN?

6 TIMES A DAMN WEEK? I WOULDNT EVEN BE ABLE TO STAND TWO- LIKE AM I MISSIN SOME SHIT HERE OR???

nah cuz that stanky ass bitch asked u “WhY aRe YoU lAuGhIng” i wouldve sent a chair flying in her face bc girl nobody paid your dumbass to be here, it aint nobody’s fault but yours that you got stuck teachin shit you dont even know about like nobody did that for you but yourself

ALSO - WHOS THE HOE THAT SAID YOU’RE USELESS FOR NOT DOIN THE JOB SHE KEPT COMPLAININ ABOUT? also legitimately what the actual fuck was that person thinking when asking if you’re a feminist…….. why.

perhaps the kugelblitz or general apocalypse would have been a good idea here. some people just make this world a terrible place, as IF WE DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH ALREADY FOR FUCKS SAKE YKNOW??? TOTALLY NOT MHMMM

And thank you for stopping by and checking up bestie, i am also having a rather horrific start of my last year of this bullshit jungle circus school.

first of all; EVERYONE IS ATTACKING US FROM EVERY SINGLE FUCKIN DIRECTION ABOUT TESTS, STUDYING AND CHOOSING WHICH HIGH SCHOOL TO GO TO (as if last year wasnt fuckin plenty enough of stress), TEN TIMES WORSE BECAUSE ITS OUR LAST YEAR AND “we’re mature, we’re older, we should be smarter and wiser”………. RIGHT.

second of all - we miraculously have a new student in our shitty class (GIRLIE YOU COULDVE PICKED ANY OTHER FUCKIN CLASS, WHY THIS ONE FILLED WITH IDIOTS???) which is weird, not in a rude way but like…… transferring last year to another school seems more stressful than trying to find a needle in a haystack within one hour, considering 1. you dont know anyone or anything here now 2. you barely have friends and 3. the grading system is entirely diff and fucked way more than your past school so idk how this girl is going to make it but im gonna try look out for her from the shadows and help when i can.

third of all - WE DONT HAVE A SINGLE BREAK EXCEPT FOR WHEN YOU HAVE A RELIGION RELATED HOLIDAY (i have one in october - A SINGLE DAY) AND A SINGLE LITTLE SAD FUCKIN FRIDAY UNTIL THE 30TH OF DECEMBER. WHO MAKES IT OUT ALIVE UNTIL THEN IS A FUCKIN PSYCHOPATH BECAUSE I SURE AINT, WHO TF IS MENTALLY STABLE ENOUGH TO BE COMFORTABLE FOR THIS SHIT AINT NO FUCKIN WAY THATS ME

fourth of all, the teachers are twats- worse than ever before. they’re harassing us from every direction because its our last year, we have to behave, we have to study, keep in line - BUT LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT, IM NOT DOING THAT. THE NEXT TIME SOMEONE DARES SPEAK TO ME IN A WAY I DONT LIKE IM SOCKING THEM IN THE FACE, DRAGGING THEM OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL BY THEIR WIG AND BANGING THEIR HEAD AGAINST THE RAILS UNTIL THEY GET A. CONCUSSION. IM NOT HAVING IT.

fifth of all - i was extremely close to getting into a fight and beating the shit out of a girl (lets call her B for Bitch) from my class. im gonna make one thing clear - i hate liars, despise them to the core. i hung out with B and a couple other two girls at lunch and she began literally speedwalking when one of those two girls told me that B asked her why im hanging out with them randomly. i immediately yelled at her dumbass to stop running from her problems and turn around cuz im not a kindergarten teacher, she stopped in her tracks and i told her if she was so bothered by me she should tell me instead of being a coward and talking shit behind my back. she got extremely uncomfortable and didnt dare even look me in the eye for the rest of the day and tbh she should be glad she didnt.

as expected, im definitely not gonna be anything like allison or klaus this year - i’ll be going on a yelling and beating spree from how annoyed people already get me here. my class absolutely didnt change for the better, when they all grow up im betting my left eye they’ll be living a sad life in this country fr.

anyway, ur homegirl will be alone at lunch in the bathroom listening to tua music and probably scrolling thru media bc whats better than learning tua footloose dance in the school bathrooms 💀💀💀

overall you and i both are gonna have a tough year it seems, i’ll always be here for therapy sessions tho dearest 😭😭🖤🖤🖤

#itstheghostofmypast 💌#ALSO I CACKLED AT #‘smart i am #your mother i am not’#SLAYYYYY BSHDJDJ BESTIE WOOOOO

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sinful-rotten-girl · 1 year

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i should probably make one of these:

- STRICTLY 18+ ANY MINORS CAUGHT FOLLOWING OR INTERACTING WILL BE BLOCKED

- call me juliette

- 20

- she/her

- trans woman

- straight

- not t4t per se but a lot of my content/reblogs/etc will be trans man centric

- single, probably won't ever post any pictures though my posts will consist mainly of reblogs, horny ramblings, yearning both romantically and sexually, and goings on in my sex life. i may vent here and there, but those will have proper disclaimers, tags, and will be under a readmore

- men are free to flirt with me, though i will allow women to interact with my account, i would prefer it if you didn't flirt with me or send me anything horny, i am not attracted to women so please keep that in mind. that said men pls flirt with me and send me sexual asks it makes me so horny

- don't refer to my genitalia. however, the thought of using a strap on a man makes me horny, so by all means do talk about me using a strap.

likes:

- hands. i have a huge hand fetish

- slight masochism. nothing huge like cuts, but small things like getting my ass or face slapped or getting whipped or anything that doesn't cause severe pain

- degrading. no misgendering but otherwise i love being degraded

- praise. i love getting called a good girl and the idea of getting pet while i suck (t)dick or get my ass fucked. things like that. not sure if this falls into this category, but i love kissing too. making out, little pecks during sex, i love all of it

- spit. holy fuck please spit on me please spit in my mouth (even typing that made me instantly horny)

- exhibitionism/consensual voyeurism. pretty self explanatory

- sex with strangers. again pretty self explanatory.

- mutual masturbation. read above

- grinding. i'd do anything for a guy to grind on my leg or my ass

- face riding. every moment not spent with some guy on my face with his (t)dick/balls/ass/hole on my lips is a moment wasted

- omo(rashi)/watersports/piss. if i post about it it'll be properly tagged

things will be added as i think of them

dislikes and HARD limits:

- gore

- misgendering me

- anything illegal/immoral. you know what this means. i do not want to type them out.

- bigotry, even fantasy

- again please do not refer to my genitalia unless you mean a strap. using "dick/cock/penis" with reference to my genitalia makes me extremely dysphoric

- women. i am not into women. if you are a woman please do not be horny towards me.

DNI:

- if you are under 18

- if you are over 28

- if you are trans/homophobic

- if you are bigoted in any other way

- right wingers

- t . e . r . f . s

- chasers

you can send me any asks, submissions, or dms if you are a man (including pictures ;) ) but that does not guarantee a response. all in all i'm a pretty introverted person and i don't always want to respond to horniness or feel like talking in general. i may or may not respond. i'm sorry but that's my nature.

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skungie · 1 year

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rambling for a moment about tokiponizing names for this translation because... this is one of those things i feel a lot of ways about and i need to yell into the void. im putting the meat of it under a readmore, mostly talking about approaching it from the angle of self-identification and such. i do not expect anyone to read this but i am including translators notes in case you do LOL

i THINK. i THINK. im finally happy with the tokiponizations, but it's been kind of a painful road deciding on how i wanted to approach everything, especially because i've been doing a lot of learning as i go haha. but here are my thoughts.

i have been wrangling for so long with jan Tesa (Tesamija). ultimately... i just wanted to give him a different head noun. i don't think dys feels very much like a jan [person], and a lot more like a monsuta or perhaps even a nasa [strange/weird/xeno (in this context)]. at the same time, though, those are his deepest feelings- i think if anyone ever calls him something like that it's like... marz calling him nasa to bully him LOL. so.... to everyone else he's jan.

it does make me kind of wish there was a mem variable to change character names in the menus though, because the shift of jan Tesa to nasa Tesa when he runs away to become a gardener... (chef kiss)

jan Tangent..... i feel from the very start that tangent is the kind of person that would prefer her name to be left as-is. simultaneously, i think she has the same issue as dys where she wants to be ilo [tool/robot] rather than jan, but there are social issues that would make that Not happen. even still.... shes ilo deep down.... the same way Congruence is ilo....

soweli Le (soweli Pesolesija) is like. realistically, i think i would be happier making him soweli Lesi or something? i'm still unsure. i think the similarity to jan Wesi makes for some fun thematic nonsense, but i just don't know!! there just a lot of -i names happening here, i need to break it up with some other sounds man. all i know is hes just soweli [animal] who else is gonna be soweli but rex

soweli Nomi (soweli Nomi-Nomi will probably look like ass in the menu lmfao) is only soweli because i think kijetesantakalu Nominasin would break a few things LMFAO. ultimately i just think the idea of being soweli because you're a furry having a good time is something that fits delightfully well with nomi's character- and also because matching head nouns with rex is super cute

nasa Sen (Senpijose???) is nasa because dys chose it, i think. i think sym would probably have used jan or maybe some other weird head noun (ilo? soko? kili?) if he chose it for himself but. well. you know how it goes sometimes a 9 year old describes u as nasa when hes talking to himself and youre like yeah for sure im nasa

honorable mention is that tammy's name was ass because i knew i wanted her to be jan Temi but her full name was weird to translate. eventually i decided to go FUCK IT she can be Apatemi!!

thats about it. i just needed to write this somewhere. i am cringe but i am free. die and explode about it idc

#musi Ekokalani #ramblings

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authenticaussie · 7 years

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"send me a ship" asks -- marsab for the knight/princess one 🥐

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Marco makes a nice knight and the wbs make a cool guard (group???????? I’ve forgotten the plural for guards being together and the only thing coming to mind is troupe and I’m like no they are not travelling performers). Also like !!! it Confuses me/Concerns me abt like the oNE THOUSAND WHITEBEARD KIDS ALL TECHNICALLY HAVING A TIE TO THE THRONE. How’s Whitebeard supposed to divide this evenly!?!

…..

Unless immortal!whitebeard

yessssssssss okay okay okay so immortal!whitebeard who idk was like an old god or smth??? and he’s still considered a King of the Earth (and probably part of the seas but roger’s an Asshole and Totally wrestled that away from him at one point and Whitebeard was like #FAUX UPSET DRAMATIC GASP) And like, Whitebeard’s kids totally technically count as princes and princesses and other royal lines and stuff, they basically all just laughed and were like sure whatever and they’re pretty lax abt this monarchy thing. Oh oh oh oh but like!! Different divisions protect different parts of Whitebeard’s huge as fuck kingdom and so division commanders are considered princes/princesses and are allowed to make decisions in Whitebeard’s stead as long as they all have a meeting abt it before hand and talk it over (unless they’re sent on diplomacy missions WHICH MARCO IS)

So Marco goes off and does some diplomacy and things are Going Okay (not great, but like, decent) until they realise that to the Whitebeard fam the title of ‘prince’ and ‘princess’ basically just mean that they control part of the army but they don’t like?? Rule. They’re all very very content not to rule, even though they settle disputes and stuff, bc like?? ruling is hard. Whitebeard has to put up with sooooo much shit. BUT BASICALLY THEY’RE LIKE “WE ALSO HAVE PEOPLE WHO RULE ARMIES. WE CALL THEM COMMONERS, AND THEY LIVE TO FIGHT FOR US OR DIE” and Marco’s like Wow Okay haha we’re totally going to go to war against you and depose you. BUT BEFORE HE CAN DO THAT THEY TOTALLY HOLD HIM CAPTIVE.

bc you know what’s a story w/o a little captivity/kidnapping.

Anyway Marco had a couple people assigned to him and depending on where you wanted this story to go (and how angry you wanted marco to be) like. a) they could be captured too or b) murder is an option. And the King and Queen say that they bid marco farewell/say that marco went travelling but then Oh No they were attacked on the path what a tragedy!!! Marco’s been kidnapped/some enemy of your kingdom killed him!! We are in mourning too, for some of our people were killed, it’s all very upsetting, let’s make an alliance, Whitebeard, and hunt down “””your””” enemies.

And Marco’s like….oh man just…poor marco. His heart’s breaking because those were his brothers, those were his people, it’s his job to stand at the front line and it’s his duty to protect them and he- he let them get killed…He led them into a death trap because he was to arrogant and rude and couldn’t hold his tongue and thought that they’d do nothing about him basically declaring war on them what type of fucking fool is he????

And so say Sabo’s a knight in this kingdom and he’s pretty unhappy bc he’s been able to travel quite a bit and when he heard marco’s silver tongue cutting his king and queen to pieces he wanted to cheer, even though he knew it disloyal. And he volunteers to guard Marco as much as he can and can’t talk to him at first because everyone’s pretty cautious about word getting out and so sabo volunteers to be a permanent guard bc that lessens the amount of people knowing and who’d spread the secret, right???????? So Sabo is Marco’s personal guard and Marco won’t talk to him at first, he’s angry and upset and more than a little bit afraid, for all that he’s good at hiding it, because what if his brothers come and say the same thing he did?? What if this kingdom sneaks into his own and hurts his family?? What if he can’t escape and warn everyone of their treachery???????? And Sabo is….well he’s nervous too, bc if he talks to this prisoner…Yeah, “treason” would be putting it lightly, and- he’s planning on helping this guy escape.

So he carefully broaches conversations but Marco’s an angry lil asshat and Sabo will always respond in kind to that, if you’re kind he’ll be kind right back (even if not to the same degree, but he still- he wants to believe that people are good??? And if you show him that he’s not going to trust you, persay, but he is going to do his fucking best to be polite and kind and help you and he blocks off parts of himself bc hes never found anyone he can just be around, and be comfortable w/ expect Ace & Luffy, but, still.) So they’re snarky little assholes to each other but ?? For Marco it starts being?? A bit normal?? Sabo isn’t aiming to hurt him, not like every other barb every other prisoner or guard or torturer is trying to, Sabo’s just- annoyed at him, for being a dickhead. And like, Sabo also, for all that his words are sharp and aimed to bruise egos, like, he’s going to make things better, and to do that he needs Marco’s help, and so ofc he’ll still be- you’know, himself when it comes to things that are small and physical and hard to notice. Like, his replacement drops marco’s food on the ground and kicks it in, but Sabo takes the time to let him grab it so none of it spills and will eat with marco?? Sit on the cold floors and eat, and they don’t necessarily talk, but the companionship is nice. And he subtly leaves little hints towards Marco’s family’s well being around, or drops it in conversations w/ other guards, and marco doesn’t realise he does that until later and just has to go over their interactions and is kinda like….oh.

Once that happens it goes a bit better, because even though Marco’s not a fan of apologising, he sees the necessity of it, and he understands, and he can recognise when he’s being an asshole, and he doesn’t s u p e r want to apologise to someone holding him prisoner so he ?? says thanks for the things sabo does, and tries to be just a bit nicer, and their relationship gets better from there

BUT THEN

BUM BUM BAAAAUUMMMMMMM

Sabo/Marco find out that the kingdom is going to launch a surprise attack on the Whitebeards and they have spies planted within the kingdom to assassinate Whitebeard!!! Because while he is immortal and impervious to a lot of injuries, he’s not impervious, and he only heals normally, not like Marco does (and like, look, you could also throw in marco-the-healer, as well, if you wanted, which is a double blow to the Whitebeard forces, because they’re used to knowing that their King is safe, bc like??? They have the world’s most powerful healer in their midst). So Marco’s freaking out and Sabo’s like Oh Shit that’s so much earlier than I thought and he’s trying to plan how to get Marco out, because he was going to try and sneak in a replacement of some sort from the rebels so that it’d not be discovered for a bit longer, or like, do something to make sure they get a headstart, because a day???? Against everyone in the kingdom looking for them??? No. Noooooo fuckin way. They’re fuckedddd if that happens. And Marco doesn’t know what to do and Sabo’s trying to figure out a plan and is like no, it will work, everything’s going to be fine, you’ll get out of here, I promise and Marco’s like how the fuck could you know that and Sabo’s like because I am going to get you out of here and Marco’s like—

you go. You go, to my family, and- idk maybe he has a momento of some sort, his own signet ring ?? But I guess the King/Queen take the signet ring and be like “oh no look this is Proof that Marco DiedTM) - but anyway he gives sabo that, or a password, or knowledge of a secret passage and is like tell them. Please, tell my family what’s going on. They need to know so they can be ready, and I’d slow you down. With everyone looking for me??? It’d be safer.

“Yeah but you’ll-!! They’re going to know I’m missing, and what about all those times they didn’t feed you but I snuck in food, like?? How are you going to be okay??”

“I’ll be okay if I know my family is safe.”

And Sabo’s like— ow….bc Marco’s tone is so!!! It’s so serious, it’s a promise, a vow, he will be okay as long as his family is okay, Marco’s so fucking loyal to them, and that’s probably when the first inklings of feeling - for him, at least - hit. Because Marco is just- Totally dedicated to them. And would do anything, be anyone they needed him to be, be strong, give up his only confident and companion and safe place in this entire castle just to know that his family would be warned, and Sabo kind of— it hurts him. It hurts him, because he doesn’t want to leave Marco. And because he understands self-sacrifice but he doesn’t want….he doesn’t want that for Marco??? For him to have to carry that burden alone?? But he knows if he doesn’t go, either, marco’s not even going to blame him, he’ll still be blaming himself….

So Sabo goes and like honestly you have two paths here. You could do it so that everything goes relatively decent and sabo finds the WBS and is blocked a bit from talking to the king but whitebeard’s a good guy and listens to everyone’s voices, even those from another kingdom, and what this brat has to say??? He’s preparing for war in moments, and has his own trusted team ready to go and free Marco, and Sabo would ofc volunteer to be on it but then he gets?? Caught, possibly, while the rest are freeing marco, and then you get beat up!sab and frantic escapes from the castle and some nice stuff where Marco takes care of sabo and then kinda feels like he wants to stay by sabo’s side instead of going to the war front to lead his troops and this is the first time he’s felt like that, he’s felt like he wants to stay by someone instead of serve his country, and that’s a bit weird to him, because like, his people have always come first?? And he’s had boyfriends/girlfriends who were super fucking important to him and they’re still good friends, and he’d have gone to war for them at the time, but like….he’d stay home from war because of worry and care, for his brothers, for his father-

and now apparently, for Sabo.

And then you go from there and have idk, they win the war, or maybe long war and sabo comes out and fights by marco’s side and swears to be his vassal (?? I think that’s the term, but w/e) and they get closer and more affectionate (and eYYY bedsharing and nightmares!!!) and then when they come home from a war front after victory, there’s just this accidental/awkward realisation of “uhhhh when did we…start dating??” / “Shit, are we dating??” / “I think so…I mean, if you wanted too!!” / “Uh, sure. Yeah, that’d be Cool.”

Ummm but then path two could be like!!!!!!!!!!! Marco told Sabo of a secret passageway to enter but!!! dun dunnnnnn, the King/Queen figured out that sabo was a revolutionary agent and sent a force to follow him and use the secret passage and storm the castle and take it over and so everything’s messy and complicated and sure as fuck nobody trusts this blond knight who was apparently leading them, and he might yell a bit about marco but who’s??? going to believe him?? They all mourned and suffered and what if it’s another trap?? He could’ve been part of the bandits that kidnapped marco in the first place!!

And like, idk, you could have him being how did i know about the passage, then, how did I know all your names, how did-!!

Shut up!!! someone yells, grabbing him by the collar, stop trying to trick us into believing the brother we lost has been held captive! And Sabo just softly, slowly goes,

“Do you really not believe me, or do you not want to admit that if I’m right it means that he needed to be saved, and none of you came to help him?”

And like, they’re all silent and looking at each other or looking at the ground and just…it’s so tense and still and ?? Maybe Whitebeard stands up and looms over him and is like Tell us why we should believe you, when you got us pushed from our own home?

And Sabo talks about Marco, because how else could he talk about anyone different?? About the fact that Marco’s first and only smile was because he’d been talking about his family, about the fact that the only reason Sabo had come, the only reason Sabo had left him was because Marco had begged him to make sure that the WBS wouldn’t be hurt, about Marco’s guilt because he’d been unable to save his guard, and then- he talks about how much he wants his kingdom to change, about how people are afraid to live there, about-

About the hope he felt when Marco had declared that they’d free the place, the he feels every time Marco had promised him that it’d be better, about everything Marco had talked about - the equality, the trust, the way Whitebeard ran his kingdom….

And he almost talks about just- Marco. About Marco being brave even though he was sad, and scared, he almost talks about Marco’s soft secrets to him, whispered in the moments before Marco’s healing had kicked in, when he’d confessed that he’d never been afraid of death but now it terrified him, because what if he died before he was ready? And what if he died and hadn’t been able to save his family?

What if he kept living, and hadn’t been able to save his family?

He almost says that, but they stay locked behind his teeth because- those words were for him. Were for him, when Marco was afraid, and lonely, or when Sabo felt hopeless and terrified-

And they don’t trust him, fuck no they don’t trust him, but they do believe him. (You could also have like, the person who yells at him?? about tricking them into thinking marco’s alive – you could have that be ace and as soon as he gets close and sees that snap of a response he’s like shit. What the fuck?? Or you could have commoner!Ace in sab’s kingdom who later comes to serve in the army and the 2nd division commander dies on the battlefield and so ace takes control and he keeps trying to give it to someone else but they can’t take it so he just leads them, but, I digress) He’s kept under heavy guards and is never told any of their plans, but he gives them all the information he has and never complains and just- he just wants Marco to be safe. And maybe something’s wrong when Marco gets home, maybe they’d done something to him that hurts him, and Sabo’s burning up with worry because he fucking left, and maybe if he hadn’t he could have done something, and no-one will let him see Marco and god it’s driving him crazy, and he can’t help himself from snapping at people because there’s so much frantic energy buzzing in his bones and he’s worried. He hasn’t been worried like this for years. He doesn’t get close enough to care, or get worried, but he is and for Fuck’s sake it’s driving him insane

But bc of Marco being sick the WBs are like okay so are plan to present weak and then Smash Them in one swoop won’t work bc Marco needs rest and safety and so the WBs take back their castle, bc fuck off this was Whitebeard’s land, and he wasn’t still called the King of the Earth / an Old God for nothing. And the war is long and tiring and messy and Sabo’s running letters between the revolution of his kingdom and Whitebeard and steadily finds himself with more responsibilities and working with Dragon and Whitebeard to an excessive degree and for fuck’s sake he was a knight, he wasn’t prepared for this shit-

But he throws himself into it because he’s not doing to let anyone down, he refuses to be the weak link in the chain that might cause this to fail and….and if the benefit is that he drops into sleep every night exhausted then at least he’s not thinking about Marco, who’s still sick and delirious because they don’t know how to fix him.

Sabo working in the bare fraction of spare time he has, when Dragon’s ordered him to stop and gotten koala to force him to his room/tent so he rests, to find a cure for whatever’s hurting Marco. Being unable to spend time by Marco’s bedside because it’s paralysing, to do it, like, what if they don’t end the war in time to dedicate time to find a cure? What if Marco dies before the war’s over? What if he’s sick forever?? What if when he wakes up again, something’s wrong with him?? He can’t remember things, or he can’t heal, or he’s afraid and jumpy and god damnit Sabo should have been there.

But it’s a war and it’s one they haven’t prepared for, and while the fighting’s on Whitebeard’s land they win because, well, ~god powers~, but it’s not always on Whitebeard’s land, and Whitebeard can’t be everywhere, or help everyone, and everyone knows the Phoenix is sick and what are they supposed to do about that?? Most of them fight harder, angrier, but still, it’s- It’s hard. It’s hard to know one of their commanders is fighting for his life and no-one can do anything to help because of this war.

and ??? Look here’s where my brain gets fuzzy, like, ?? Wars are complicated and messy and I need to fix marco, lol, but I didn’t build any space to do that. So. Maybe Sabo finding something in his books, or finding this- tiny discrepancy in a legend, or in the reports that the King and Queen of his old kingdom were sending. And he’s desperate, and tired, and his brother is here and has his own commandment, and- he wants Marco to get better and the best way to help Marco is end the war. So he goes to Ace and asks for volunteers for a stealth mission, and Ace ofc volunteers and all his soldiers are like haha yeah at this point we’re pretty committed, we’d follow commander Ace into the grave, and so Sabo has this dedicated team of soldiers and he doesn’t know if he should follow the legend or attack the king and queen bc they would know what they did to marco but all of them could die if they attacked w/ like. 30 ppl. But the legend is only a legend and if they waste time, and with sabo being gone- there’s this sudden huge stress on the army, and 30 men is still 30 men that they could use, to buff them up somewhere, to give people a chance to rest-

They go after the legend, because they live in a land of legends and if Sabo can accidentally fall in love with a dumbass bird then surely a magic tree/rock/macguffin could exist ALSO LIKE GOOD TIMES IMAGINE ACE KIND OF HALF TEASING/TALKING TO SABO ABOUT HIS BIG CRUSH ON MARCO AND SABO’S LIKE WHAT NO I DONT AND ACE IS LIKE LOOK MAN WE’RE HIKING UP A MAGIC MOUNTAIN IN ORDER TO FIND A TREE THAT MAY OR MAY NOT EXIST BECAUSE MARCO’S BEEN SICK. You feel SOMETHING about him. And like?? I love outside characters prompting inside introspection so Sabo’s basically like Oh Fuck goddamnit, ace is fucking right. This. Isn’t fair. He’s never right!!! Why is he right about this!!!

IDK??? WAVES HAND MAGICALLY OVER PLOT HOLE/GAP BC THIS HAS TAKEN ME TWO HOURS AND I DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW WHERE IT’S GOING, PROBABLY SHOULDA JUST KILLED THE LKING AND QUEEN EVEN IF IT WAS CLICHE BUT WOW LOOK MARCO’S HEALED AND SABO’S #USELESS BC MARCO JUST SMILED AND HIM AND SAID THANKS FOR GOING TO HIS FAMILY

Also izo, who’s still stubbornly been eyeing off sab, is finally like “okay so maybe you did know him” and marco’s like???????????? did you?? not think that sabo did??? and izo’s like guiltily shifting like uhhhh nahh we took him prisoner?? fir st ,,,bc we thought he was Lying. And marco’s like why??? and sabo’s like it’s not a big deal and marco gets kinda snappy (excuse him, he’s been locked up for a couple of months and then had to deal with ~magical plot bullshit~ and was Sick) and is like yes it is, you were the one who helped me, and you stayed??? here/??? even when they all didn’t trust you??

and ohhh just imagine sabo just kinda mumbling out, “I couldn’t leave you.”

AHHHHAHAHAH FUCK ME UP I KNOW IT’S CLICHE BUT THIS IS THE SHIT I LOVE

Anyway you totally get flustered/confused marco at that and then dragon/whitebeard arrives to check on marco and also to chew out sabo and sabo gets hustled off to get ?? taken care of and do work and shit like that, you’know, and marco has to rest ??? And like marco’s better, leads his division again, the kingdom’s like Oh Shit and end up loosing and there is peace! And happy times! Yay! Instituting new social reforms!! Rebuilding borderlines and changing maps to reflect this sudden kingdom they now own!! Basically what happens is Dragon + Sabo get set up as the king/prince accidentally but they’re like nAH monarchy is for PUNKS and kind of slowly start instituting what Whitebeard has??? Where it’s kinda a democracy?? And if you want to change things you go and talk to the king and the king ofc includes Everyone that this change affects and finds the best way to solve it and dragon sets that up kinnnd of on accident?? He wanted more democracy but fuck, if it works it works, and like?? Is aligned w/ Whitebeard/Whitebeard has assured Dragon that if things start goin down the Shit later on in whitebeard’s immortal life he’ll take over and fix it a N D HEY GUESS WHAT LOOK LET’S JUS T

FUCKING WRAP UP THE PLOT W/ DRAGON BEING LIKE HEY WE SHOULD THINK ABOUT ALLIES AND SABO LIKE (thinking about marco) Arranged Marriages are Helpful and I am single and technically the prince, the land that big mom owns is pretty strong, there’s also shanks’ weird pirate fleet kingdom if we wanted sea control and dragon’s like you sure?? and sabo’s like yeah it’s fuckin fine and then Marco (whom Sabo has been meeting with frequently, mainly to talk about politics and stuff and how to be a prince bc jfc this is not where sabo was expecting his life to go what the f u c k, but also to just- talk to, because they kind of becoming weird dependent friends and hahaha sabo has a Big Fucking Crush on Marco so more time w/ him is…good) tells Sabo that Whitebeard’s arranged a marriage for him and Sabo’s like- he just pauses and ow, ow ow ow ow, like, he figured it’’d hurt when he got married, but like?? That had nothing on this, and he’s basically like… “…what? To- who??”

And Marco kind of half-moves and fidgets a bit and then leans his elbow on the table and is reeealllly close and he’s like “You” and Sabo’s like-

Does Not Compute

“Uh….What”

“I MEAN IT’S NOT LIKE, ARRANGED, ARRANGED,” Marco goes frantically, because he’s just realised that maybe Sabo wouldn’t want to marry him and jfc he probably should have started with dates but dragon had come to whitebeard and suggested it and said Sabo was fine with getting married but jfc he was probably expecting someone else, maybe someone he’d never met before, and like, Marco doesn’t want to!! Force Sabo to marry him!!, “It’s like if you wanted to. It could. Be. Arranged. I want to. NOT THAT THAT HAS ANY BEARING ON WHAT YOU SHOULD DO.”

And Sabo just is staring at him and then he just?? Jfc this is the most hilarious confession he’s ever seen, and so he starts snorting and covers his hand w/ his mouth and starts l a u g h i n g his head off and Marco just groans and is like “I practiced this”. “I practiced this, and you were supposed to swoon into my arms, or something, and this was supposed to be romantic and cool, god fucking damn it when will I learn not to take Izo’s and Vista’s advice I swear to god they read too many cheesy romance books”

“Yes.” Sabo goes, before Marco can rant himself into oblivion, “Also don’t even try and deny that you’re the one who reads cheesy romance books, I’ve seen your bookshelf.”

And Marco’s like?? “What?? That’s a cruel and horrible lie, I have no idea what you’re talking about” and just teasing him but also he’s a bit confused and hopeful and he just, “What do you mean by…yes?”

“If you wanted to, because I want to,” Sabo goes slowly, carefully piecing bits and pieces of his thoughts together. “Then I would…I would definitely like to arrange our marriage.”

And then he grins and ahhh Marco’s heart just- yep. He did a good. This is Definitely a good plan.

ofc it takes a little longer than that to organise it, and they go on dates first, and just meander along being fiances for a reeeally long time, until Dragon’s pretty old and doesn’t want to rule anymore, so they hold the ceremony and Sabo’s king and marco’s technically king too?? And all his siblings tease him abt it bc “maarcooo you can’t be king too, dad’s king!!”

“Yes but I’m a prince here and a king in sabo’s kingdom”

“That sounds really weird when you put it like that birdbrain. Can’t you just be king everywhere???”

“I can’t be king around whitebeard that feels weird.”

“Yeah but I’m a king around Whitebeard.”

“Yes but you were never a prince.”

“Y ES I WAS, technically for me it should feel weirder!!! I started out as a knight!!! A commoner!!”

“You were still the ruler of my heart,” [dumb stupid wink and sabo laughing bc marco’s being an Idiot]

“IZ O O MARCO AND SABO ARE BEING GROSSS AGAINNNN”

#marcosabo #marsab #aussie's anons #ask aussie #long post #be warned: readmore #man readmores are a pain in the ass #like??????????#sometimes they show up #sometimes they dont #GOOD FUCKIN LUCK GUESSING THO #also like omfg tfw you accidentally write fic plot and then l OOSE THE PLOT HALF WAY THROUGH #lies down #smoll bread friend

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guu · 3 years

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😖 fuck, i hate this so much here we go again. (1/29/21)

i’ll make this short but add a readmore for those who want an actual rundown of my situation, but yes this is a donation post.

i’ve hardly been able to work my already low paying job and it’s really starting to become overwhelming and horrible. i seem to have a hell of a time pulling in art commissions to boot.

please help me and my children stay afloat

paypal.me/SpiralScribbles ❗

Venmo: kashebu ❗

but yes i can also draw you something! (link to art blog)

(commission page)

anything helps, please, please... 🙏

i’m living with my abusive ex and my two children, ten and two years old). while he /has/ been consistently less horrible for the past month or so, (hasn’t actually physically harmed me or pulled really bad emotional abuse), he is a complete fucking lazy slob,

which means i have to manage EVERYTHING around the house, which is a nightmare considering i have chronic pain, along with other lovely things that make the act of cleaning a mental struggle (adhd),

and because of this i haven’t been able to do doordash nearly as much as i NEED to, because i either exhaust all my spoons at home, there isn’t work available when i can, or when i do really get to work, the house suffers and becomes such a disaster i’ve been dealing with stress shutdowns on the daily.

here’s what i’ve been able to make this week....

and this is the condition the house has been in.

with what cleaning i’ve been able to do periodically thru the days not being enough to keep up with what just happens when you have a toddler around, but also a grown ass man who leaves shit like THIS.... around.

i’ve also been trying to help my boyfriend get to the US so i can be with him instead, but it’s just one god damn thing after another which has set us back. i’m severely stressed out and... it really makes the most basic of things a challenge. (simply typing this with all the noise around was a bit agonizing.) so... please, anything helps.

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van-ta-c · 3 years

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Dark Richard x Reader

warnings: Anal, brief oral, mental illness, hospital, choking, this a dark verse so there is no fluff or romance here. ( hence the reason its under readmore)

Word count: 1128 words

summary: You are volunteering at a hospital and a young man gets your attention. Although the doctors are at a loss of what they think is wrong with him, you cant stop thinking about him

The moment you walk into the hospital the smell of bleach hits you, the sounds of shoes squeaking on the floor and monitors beeping greet you as you walk to the nurse's station. The facility you have come to is for people with mental illnesses and since you are training to be a psychologist, you volunteer to help out with food and cleaning and spending time with the patients. A nurse greets you and shows you to the day room where she points out all the patients that you are allowed to interact with. There, in a chair staring at the TV is a young man who you can't seem to take your eyes off. He is beautiful. you half listen as you watch the man who is oblivious to you. The rest of the afternoon is uneventful, you play cards with one patient and paint with another. The comes the evening. Everyone else is going to eat their food and then head to the their room except the beautiful man. “ That’s Richard.” The nurse said. “ selectively Mute, sleep paralysis and something else, but we are not sure what.” As if on cue, Richard turns and gazes at you. He blinks as if he is trying to see for the first time after staring at the TV all day. “ Go and say hello...” The nurse says softly. You swallow and walk over to him as his eyes stare at you with a mixture of curiosity and fear. You sit beside him and he slowly turns his head to look at you. His face void of emotion but his eyes full of pain. “ Hi.” You say softly and he just looks at you. No words but you see his hand twitch as if he is trying to reach out. You slowly reach out and touch his hand and he exhales slowly.

As the week's progress, you become close to the quiet boy who only utters a few words here and there and you are offered a night shift and take it to see how Richard is affected. You walk into his room and are surprised at how clean and tidy it is and then you see the art on the wall. Picture after picture of you adorns his wall by his bed. You gaze at them and then gasp as you hear a noise behind you. He is standing there and glares at you. “ You shouldn't be here.” He snaps. “I’m sorry... I ...” Before you can leave, he pins you to the wall. Anger flashes through his eyes. He is trying to speak, but then his hand reaches your throat and tightens its grip. Part of you is terrified, but part of you is turned on. You hiss and gasp for air and feel weak and dizzy, but in some strange way, you are wet for him. Richard sees you struggling and drops his hand as he feels awful for what he did. You slump down and gasp for air as he looks down at you. “ I’m sorry.” He utters. You look up at him and see a hand reaching out to help you up. You stand and wobble still light-headed and fall against him. Inches from his face, you look at him and kiss him lightly. confusion floods his eyes and then he closes them and kisses back. The kiss is nothing like the quiet boy. The kiss is dominant and powerful as if all the things he couldn't say are now in this kiss. He pins you to the wall again and then slips his left hand down your trousers to feel how warm and wet you are. He frowns at you then realises the choking turned you on. He kisses you again and it takes the breath from your lungs as he roughly finger fucks you. His other hand reaches for your throat and squeezes it as you cum over his hand. He bites his lip and then lets you go. You slump down again and this time you scramble to his bed. He walks over to the bed and you reach for the band of his joggers. You can see he is hard and you slowly pull his jogger down to reveal his thick, long cock. He closes his eyes as you take it into your mouth. He tastes so good and you force yourself to take him into your throat, as you pull back, he looks at you and ushers for you to roll onto your front. You do as your told and then he slides down your trousers. You cant see what he is going to do so you close your eyes and wait.

The next thing you feel is something cool slipping over your ass. Before you can process what is going on, you feel it. There is a sharp pain and then the feel of his thick hard cock stretching its way into your ass, you cry out but he pins you down so you can't make much noise. You are pinned to the bed and he knows it and you are lost between pain and pleasure as he begins to get a rhythm going, he pulls your ass up slightly so he can move his hand to rub your clit. You whine and he grips your throat with his free hand. “ Shhh.” He warns and turns your head to see the bedroom door is open and anyone could walk past and see him fucking your ass. You press your face into the pillow and the combination of his fingers and his cock cause you to cry out, the pillow muffles your noise and then he moves as fast as he can. You know neither one of you can take much more and you come over his fingers again and a few seconds later, you feel the pressure as he pushes deep inside you and cums silently. You lay on the bed for a few moments and then he slowly pulls himself away and you pull up your trousers. You don’t look at each other and then when you are respectable again, you are called to the office over the tannoy. “ Don't.. say..” He utters and you nod with a small reassuring touch to his arm “ I won't.” This is your secret. You head over to the office and sit and chat with the nurses who think that you are making good progress with Richard and should use him as your case study. You nod in agreement and then head back to his room. You get to his room and see a nurse standing at the door looking in. "It's the first time he has slept in days," she says with a soft smile. " You must have a good effect on him." You smile sweetly and look at the sleeping male still processing what you did together and how much you really want to do it again.

#richard x reader #Cody Fern #The Last Time I Saw Richard #smut #this one is a dark verse so all warnings have been made #x reader

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sonnefuchs · 3 years

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Repton

Pairing: Ivarr x Reader

Warning: Torture, violence, sexy Ivarr

Preamble: Some weird shit that’s been sitting in my drafts, waiting to be deleted, haha. It just basically turned into how much I like him half naked. Let me tell you about those muscles....

Eivor jumped off her horse and waived at you to follow. You dismounted, weaving through people to catch up to her.

“Sigurd said he would be here.” Eivor’s brow furrowed, looking around the town.

They heard the screams of pain coming from a Saxon church.

The sight was extraordinary. Eivor walked in seeing a man tied up upside down, screaming in agony as another, blindfolded, held a hot metal sword. A man bare from the waist down had his back to them, shouting at the two he was torturing.

Turning, you were entranced by his eyes. A stormy grey blue of the ocean.

“Who stands before Ivarr Ragnarsson! Are you Sigurd’s Drengr...Aygor!”

“Eivor. If you keep that up, you’ll stain the floors.” Eivor said, eyeing the grisly scene in front of her.

“Eh, The place could use some color.”

You drank in the sight before you. His bare chest and arms were tattooed. Your eyes drifted from the black lines on his arms over to the Yggdrasil, Sleipnir, and Raven tattoos peeking out from the chest hair over his muscular torso and down to the runes just right above his belt. He was a very fit man and you wished to see him use those muscles in battle. At least battle for now.

“Heh...Who are they?” Eivor asked. You tried to listen as you watched his muscles flex as he moved.

“All spies. Dressed to look the part of a peasant. Got feisty.” He wiggled his hands grinning maniacally. “Pitchfork, from this rabid little one.” He nodded, grinning wider.

He pulled the blindfolded man closer, ”Was a time when you met and slew your enemy on the field before they could even dream of things like SENDING SPIES!”

He smacked the man’s ass, forcing him to stab the other one with the hot metal. For some reason, you couldn’t help but think about his hands smacking your ass. Shaking your head, you brought your thoughts back to the present.

“And now we shake hands and make deals.” said Eivor.

“Not my thing.” Ivarr held his finger up.

“I figured.” She replied.

“I love them whipped, weeping, and reeking of piss.”

Ivarr turned back to Eivor, feeling a pair of eyes burning into him. He finally noticed you standing behind Eivor, staring openly. His eyes flicked from you to Eivor’s. He tilted his head questioningly.

“This is Y/N. My companion.” Eivor said.

“Ahhhh...I see.” He turned back to the blinded man.

Finishing his torture for now, he walked back to the man hanging upside down.

“You’re free, Saxon piggy. To run amok through the Mercian fields.”

Walking slowly over to the rope, he grabbed his axe and swung forcefully down on it. A short scream and the man landed on the floor.

You twitched slightly shocked. Eivor’s eyes widened.

“I would have let him down easy.” Eivor said.

Ivarr turned, finishing putting his shirt on, with a look of confusion in his eyes.”

“Huh... Follow me, I’ll give you the tour.”

He strode out of the church leaving Eivor and you to follow.

“What do you call this place?”

“I call it the Shithole. To the Mercians it is Repton.”

#ivarr x reader #eivor #ivarr ragnarsson x reader #ivarr ragnarsson #ivarr the boneless #ivarr the boneless x reader

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its-monster-mash · 3 years

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Paul(The Lost Boys) X Michael’s Ex!Fem!Reader Imagine(Part 1)

Content Warnings: Vaguely Love-Triangley? (Reader and Michael are still good friends and broke up a while before Mike moved, but things are a little awkward because they were each other’s first serious relationship; so he’s more protective than he needs to be, and there might be a few hurt feelings, but I wouldn’t quite call it a love triangle), Brief Sexual Harassment

Part 2

This turned out SUPER long so I’m putting it under a readmore; also I think I’m going to make it a series because I want to go a lot further with this but I suspect I’m going to run out of space soon

• Michael Emerson had been your best friend since you were kids, growing up in Phoenix only a ten minute walk from eachother...if you knew the right shortcuts. You knew all of them, thought you knew everything when you were younger, and you got yourself and Mike into a fair amount of trouble because of it...but he had always been a good kid, and was able to temper your more destructive elements.

• It surprised exactly no one when the two of you eventually started dating, nor did it surprise them when you broke up a few years later. You had always been inseparable, and the love had always been there, but over time you just couldn’t help but feel stifled. You had spent your entire teen years with him, and so many people liked to joke that Mike tamed you...at the rate you were going it seemed like sundresses, picket fences, and a couple of kids weren’t far off in your future...and that scared you.

• Mike was heartbroken when you left him, and for the first few weeks he absolutely held it against you, but due to your shared friends and history your friendship survived. Unfortunately, his parents’ divorce separated your iconic duo once again.

• When Mike’s dad showed up on your doorstep a few days after the move, you tore him a new one for basically abandoning his sons. He set a box on your porch, Mike’s Tools...his Grandpa gave them to him when he was just a little kid and they were one of his most treasured possessions...they were forgotten in the chaos of the move...His dad thought you might visit him sometime...

• That’s what led to you hopping in your shitass El Camino and making the drive to Santa Carla. Lucy had given you their new address before they left...you knew she hoped that maybe you and Mike would get back together some day, but that just wasn’t in the cards. At the end of the day he was just too good, too normal, for you.

• Driving through Santa Carla, you can’t help but be drawn to the sheer...strangeness of it all. Looking at the people, you feel like you actually fit in here. You definitely plan on hanging around the town for a while.

• Mike isn’t home when you get to his Grandpa’s house, but his mom could not be happier to see you. It’s a bittersweet reunion for you; she had been more of a mother to you growing up than your own parents, but after breaking her son’s heart you just don’t feel like it‘s right for you to call her “Mom” like you used to. She has a million questions, and she even suggests you stay with them for a while...you politely decline.

• You didn’t tell her that sleeping in your beat-up old car was preferable to her hospitality, but it would just be too weird, with how recent your breakup was. You and Mike are still friends, but you think sleeping under the same roof might be weird for him

• You still want to see him though, so you decide to explore the town on foot for a while; maybe run into him. You’re wandering around when you hear a familiar voice coming from the open door of a comic book store.

• As soon as you walk in you see the unmistakably garish patterns of Sammy Emerson’s signature style and break into a wide smile. “Long time no see, huh kid?” Almost the second he sees you he practically knocks you over with a hug, backing away in embarrassment after a second of thought. You and Mike were already best friends by the time he was born, so Sam was almost as much your little brother as he is Mike’s.

• “Now What was that about Vampires?” You had overheard Sam and the Frog brothers when you walked into the store...Sam rolls his eyes, and the Frogs assail you with some insane story about how the town is overrun with vampires. Some imaginations these kids have.

• You bail out of there pretty quick in favor of wandering the boardwalk, seeing what Santa Carla had to offer...before you know it, the sun is starting to set

• Maybe going out alone in “The Murder Capital of The World” wasn’t your smartest decision, but you weren’t exactly known for your self preservation; that had always been Mike’s job...but he isn’t here now.

• You grimace as you notice a group of surfers take notice of you. You had wandered a bit aways from the main crowd, so you aren’t sure anyone would notice if things went south... “Hey Sweetie.”

• “Get Bent.” You sneer as they close in on you. “Awe well that’s not very polite,” the leader says, giving your ass a firm squeeze. “You should try being a little nicer.”

• You humor him with the sweetest smile you can muster as you stomp as hard as you can on his foot. He calls you a bitch and you flinch as his fist flies toward you.

• You open your eyes when the hit never comes, and are shocked to see that someone had caught the guy’s fist. You look up at him and your cheeks flush; when was the last time you saw a guy this handsome? “This guy bothering you, babe?” He asks as he squeezes the guy’s fist so tight you hear something pop. The guy falls to his knees and gasps in pain as his friends back away nervously. You smile wickedly. “Not anymore.”

• You watch the douchbags storm away with their wounded pride, shouting empty threats, only distracted when your Knight in Shining Tight-Pants tucks your hair affectionately behind your ear. “So what’s a pretty thing like you doing alone in a town like this?”

• You bite your lip, eyeing him appreciatively; now that you could get a good look at him you can tell he is definitely your type...and you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke things off with Michael. “Hoping to run into an old friend, but I haven’t seen him.”

• He grins, clearly appreciating your look. “That’s too bad, wanna make some new friends?” His eyes are fixed on you with a certain hunger, there’s a palpable danger to him; it excites you.

• You shift your stance flirtatiously, leaning into him ever so slightly. “That depends, are they all as cute as you?” He pokes his tongue into his cheek with an amused grin. “Almost.”

• He takes your mischievous smirk as agreement, and throws an arm around you, leading you back to where his friends are gathered by their bikes. “This the chick you ditched us for?” The curly-headed blond asks, humor in his tone.

• “Well I for one am grateful for the timely rescue.” You grin. “How grateful?” The blond on the bike asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively; making you laugh. Your hero slaps at him playfully, and the favor is returned.

• Seemingly the leader of the group, the spiky-headed blond interrupts the roughhousing. “Paul, Marko, knock it off and let’s go.”

• Paul nods, climbing onto his bike and grinning at you seductively. “You wanna go for a ride, babe?”

• His smile is infectious, and his innuendo isn’t lost on you. Maybe it’s not your safest decision, but you climb on the back of his bike; earning a loud “HELL YES.” From him, and hooting and hollering from Marko.

• “Make sure you hold on tight babe, I’m about to take you on a ride you’ll never forget.” “Shut up and drive,” you tease as you wrap your arms tightly around his midsection.

• They all laugh deviously as they rev their motors to life, and you’re glad you’re holding on tight, nearly falling off when they take off from 0 to 100. “HOLY SHIT!” “What’s the matter sweetheart, can’t handle a little speed?”

• “That all you got?!” You ask, acting tough. It was a mistake though. “That all you got, Paul?” Marko asks, mocking you. “I dunno girl, I think that’s all he’s got.” The big brunette says, first time he’s spoken since you met the boys. “Fuck off, Dwayne!” Paul shouts. The leader gives his engine a rev, egging Paul on. You scream, forced to cling tightly to his back as his bike tears into the night. Marko pulls up next to you, mimicking you with a falsetto squeal.

• “Damn babe, already screaming for me,” Paul teases over the roar of his motor. You’d sass him back if you weren’t too busy burying your face in his back for dear life. You’d ridden on the back of Mike’s bike plenty of times before, but he was never this reckless. You’re as terrified as you are thrilled.

• By the time you start to get used to the speed, the boys are slowing down, and much to your surprise, they pull right up to Michael, who is standing with a girl you haven’t met. His eyes snap to you instantly and go wide with confusion, he hadn’t even been aware you’d come to town. “(Y/N)?”

• “This that friend you were looking for?” Paul asks. “Yeah, (Y/N), care to introduce us to Star’s new friend?” “David please.” You watch the exchange a bit uncomfortably, shifting on the bike, arms still around Paul. “Yeah...Hey Mike, I uh, your old man dropped your tools off at my place so I took them up to your mom.” Your chest feels impossibly tight. You aren’t jealous to see him with a new girl, but you had hoped that maybe he’d be a little happier to see you here...and him, the earring and that jacket...it doesn’t feel like Mike at all. Paul can feel you shrink against him.

• “Hope I’m not stepping on any toes here,” Paul says, giving your thigh an unsubtle squeeze; deliberately antagonizing Michael. You smile a bit awkwardly as Mike scratches the back of his head in discomfort. Star looks between the two of you, avoiding eye contact with David. “No, Mike and I used to date but...” “But it’s over,” Mike says, a bit too shortly, trying to cover the awkwardness with an unconvincing smile.

• David shoots him a not-all together-friendly look. “Well, you seem to be moving on well enough,” he says, gesturing to Star, who shrinks beside him. “So’s (Y/N),” Paul interjects, looking over his shoulder to smile at you. You smile back at him, despite the awkwardness.

• “We should go, Star,” David urges. Star hesitates, but climbs on the back of his bike. Michael looks mortified, and you can’t help but feel awful for him. You’re shocked when David nods his head toward Mike’s bike. “Come with us, Michael.”

• You know the look on Mike’s face; his first instinct is to back out, avoid trouble...but then he looks at you, and he looks at Star; like he’s worried what will happen to you if he doesn’t come along. “Mike,” You don’t have to come, you start to say, feeling Paul tense in your arms. “I’m coming.”

• “This is gonna be so sick,” Marko says with a practically manic grin, before Dwayne swats him upside the head. “Don’t be an ass.”

• “Don’t forget, (Y/N), hold on tight,” Paul says, side eyeing Michael a little less than subtly. Mike rolls his eyes and you shrug apologetically. This is awkward, for sure, but one way or another you want to see this through. Paul and the boys seem cool as hell, and at the very least seem like a good way to get back on the horse after getting over a long relationship.

• You squeeze Paul a little tighter, heart pounding against his back. He revs his engine. “You ready, babe?”

#Spotify #mypost #the lost boys #music tag #paul lost boys #I DID NOT EXPECT TO MAKE THIS SO LONG #I thought this would be a lot more condensed but I’m liking it a lot so I’m drawing stuff out more than originally intended #probably will do at least one more part #I LOVE Paul #and I want to have an emotional scene between Reader and Michael where Reader worries that his ‘new look’ is because she dumped him for-#-being too good of a guy #he’ll kind of joke with her like ‘No don’t worry my first love leaving me for not being a bad boy right before my parent’s divorce didn’t-#-fuck me up at all’#and then he’ll clarify that no; the breakup made him realize that he DID want to make his life more exciting and reinvent/explore himself-#-since he had to start life over in a new town #Mike is SLIGHTLY an ass in this chapter but I do want to Emphasize that he and reader were VERY close friends before they ever thought-#-about dating and are still friends now #It’s just a bit complicated now that they HAVE dated #Mike probably thought they were going to get married some day #so cut him some slack this is hard for him lol #the lost boys imagines

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