#or maybe I just don’t completely slay yet

[leileitts]

Adira slays warm tones Also I CAN SENSE AUTUMN COMING even if it’s still 90 degrees out

#Adira tts #tts Adira #tts #tangled #I’m still not used to digital art #or maybe I just don’t completely slay yet #idk #I want to draw more but idk what #pls give me ideas I beg of you #ok #love u

[taytrashmouth]

HIII!!!! could u do prompt 1 w peeta I think it would fit his character so well bc he’s actually the sweetest boy ever (also I love ur pfp robin lovers rise!!)

It so would!!!! Okay I love this!

Omg thank you! Robin slays- we should have a club…

Prompt 1: you’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you

I hope you enjoy! This is just tooth rotting fluff.

Roses and kisses

Peeta Mellark x reader

Peeta was the perfect boyfriend. You realised this really early on in your relationship.

When you mentioned that you liked the smell of roses, the next day he was in your front yard planting rose bushes. You almost cried when you found out he came over every morning to trim, care for and water them.

You often visited him in the victors village, and today was a short, but difficult walk there. You were having the worst cramps which you mentioned to Peeta this morning when he tended to your roses.

“Peeta!” You called as you entered his home.

“Upstairs bathroom!” He yelled back and you began to walk upstairs.

When you turned into the room tears immediately filled your eyes. He had run you a bath, with rose petals floating in the water.

“Peeta-“ you could barely say anything.

“You said you had cramps…and I don’t know much about that stuff but I asked Katniss and she said heat helped sometimes so I ran you a bath.” He explained, completely oblivious to how perfect he was.

When you first started dating Peeta you were worried because of how the Capitol made it seem like he and Katniss had something going. But how could you be, he was so loyal and trustworthy.

“Thank you.” Tears fell from your eyes, more emotional today than any other.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, laced with concern.

“No no! Peeta…it’s perfect, you’re perfect. It’s just so nice and nobody has ever done something so sweet for me before.” You explained.

“Hey it’s okay.” He held you so tightly as he hugged you, stroking your hair. He didn’t mind if you cried on his shirt or were emotional. He was there for you.

“Well I’ll wait downstairs.” He smiled.

“No…you don’t have to leave.” You blurted out.

He nodded.

“I won’t look.” He stated as you pulled at the hem of your shirt. He looked at his feet while you got undressed. You hadn’t gotten there yet.

“I don’t mind if you look, Peeta.” You told him, his slowly raised his gaze. His eyes did a quick search of your naked body but they locked onto your eyes. It was small gestures like that, the ones he didn’t even know he was doing.

“Probably shouldn’t do this today.” Gesturing to yourself. “I’m all bloated and gross-“ you tried to explain.

“You’re so beautiful n/n” he stated just above a whisper. He was the only one that called you n/n. You smiled softly. How did you get so lucky.

You climbed in the bath, the water was so warm and soothing.

You spoke for a while, before Peeta offered to wash your hair.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to-“ he was nervous. “I want to.” You replied with a smile.

He massaged your head to gently, making sure soap didn’t go into your eye. He covered every inch of your head with soap and used a bowl to help rinsing it out. He used his hand as a shield from the water. Treating you with more care than you ever had. He finished by smoothing your hair back and softly kissing your forehead.

He was perfect.

He went downstairs to let you change and when you walked into the kitchen he was buttering some steamy bread.

“I thought you’d be hungry, so I made bread before you came. It just came out the oven.” He handed you a plate.

You could do nothing except smile at this perfect boy. “Thank you. It smells delicious.” You spoke as you took a bite of the soft bread. Warm butter on your lips.

“Holy shit!” You smiled widely. He smiled to himself, proud of his work.

“What do you wanna do today?” Peeta asked.

“Can we maybe just lie down. Rest.” You asked.

He smiled and nodded.

When you had eaten about six slices of bread, Peeta didn’t make a comment about how much you ate, he simply asked if you wanted him to make more.

Soon enough you were upstairs in his room. He walked into the on suite to drain the bath water before he lay down.

“Shit.” He spoke as he walked out of the bathroom, shirt covered in water. He obviously leaned to far forward when draining the water.

“Oh no.” You stood up, that’s when he saw you had changed into one of his plain t-shirts and your underwear.

“Wow.” He breathed out. “You’re really beautiful.” He told you so genuinely.

You smiled. Looking at him with nothing but love.

“Peeta…you’re being all cute and sweet and it’s making me want to kiss you.

He smiled shyly, blush touching his cheeks.

“Okay.”

You kissed him gently but passionately. Holding his cheeks.

When you pulled away he smiled with swollen lips, the sight made you giggle.

“Change you’re shirt and come cuddle.” You made grabby hands from the bed after you sat back down.

He looked nervous. “ I won’t look.” You assured him. He looked eternally grateful.

Peeta had told you before, he was littered with scars from the games, from his parents. He hated it. He was really insecure. He knew you would love him no matter what he looked like but it was still scary. He could barely look at himself in the mirror.

You turned to face the other way.

You heard some movement before you heard his voice again.

“N/n.”

You waited a second before turning around to see his bare chest. You smiled. Sure enough there were scars everywhere.

He looked at the ground, he looked nervous, more than you think you’d seen him before.

“You’re really handsome.” You told him and lifted his chin, stroking his cheek when you approached.

He smiled too.

“Thank you for showing me.” You smiled at him brightly. Teary again, it was a big deal.

You squeezed his hand to let him know it was okay.

You pulled him into his soft bed and you both lay entangled in each other. Your head on his bare chest and he played with your hair.

“Is this okay.” You asked as traced one of his scars.

He hesitated before nodding.

“You don’t have to say yes.” You say up slightly.

“I know. Don’t stop…it’s nice.” He held your head back to his chest and continued.

“Thank you for today.” You whispered. He answered simply with a kiss on your head.

Requests are open please send them in

#y/n #the hunger games peeta #thg peeta #thg #thg series #thg fanfiction #the hunger games #peeta my beloved #peeta mellark #team peeta #peeta mellark x reader #peeta supremacy #peeta x reader

[sugar-petals]

sub!𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷 💙𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝  (18+)

⇢ gentle femdom (n.) :: a variant of bdsm emphasizing affectionate play with a pliant sub rather than hard kinks, brat taming, sadism, or hierarchy.

pairing. pleaser!bangchan x femdom!reader 

WARNINGS. ⚠️ rated m, soft sub chris, light restraints, studio and car sex, mommy kink, pegging, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, frottage, shy chan, vanilla positions, lack of aftercare bc chan sleeps fast 😅, self-esteem issues, food play mention, established relationship 

★ wc. 3k

↳ [ // 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ] a soft hc for for valentine’s 💌 following lee know’s version, more sub!skz worldbuilding! good boy chan agenda going strong here... truth be told, it’s always interesting to write leaders showing their true face. not sure if i’ll make this a complete series due to my standard high word counts; if there’s a member u absolutely want to read about take to the replies/asks, if multiple people chime in for someone i see what i can do! as for now, sub chan enthusiasts enjoy! 💛

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Fast asleep within a mere five minutes. Like an ice statue frozen for a thousand years. If this guy puts the strain of having sex on top of his already endless to-do list, he’s gonna doze off in Guinness World record time some day. In his vocabulary, what even is aftercare? He’s like don’t worry mate, I’m fine, maybe a warm glass of water, now good nig—zzZ.

When you didn’t know each other so well yet, you planned to run him a nice bath and all, but reality hit with Chan entering the dream land after getting a spanking. So, in the end, aftercare is just handing him a pillow and toweling him down while he’s already in the twilight zone. See you tomorrow! Reducing the craziness of sex doesn’t really make him stay awake, nor do you want him to — any sleep is good sleep for Chan, anyway. If sex exhaustion is his justification for sleep rather than editing another whole damn album, why not. Play with you is his best excuse to nap.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chan likes his arms and wow-factor shoulders generally, but it’s not limited to them. Some days, he’s way happier with something else (proud of leg day, let’s go). On other days, he doesn’t like anything and tries to ignore that. Every mirror an enemy. The next day, he feels better about something else entirely. Stray Kids going through so many bold outfits and intricate stylings has sort of confused him about how he naturally looks sometimes. Chan is not content with his bare face, but feels better after you pepper it with kisses.

When it comes to you, he’d never say a thing about a preference. You won't be able to tell where Chan’s mind goes the most, and it generally doesn’t hyperfocus on one body part anyway. Does he like legs best, hips, hands, back, your chest? No one knows. All he says is, „I really like your figure“ — and that’s all. Of course he thinks his domme is hot as fuck, in fact, he thinks she fucking slays. He’s just a gentleman about it.

You like his eyebrows and curly bangs a lot. In your eyes, he has a really handsome and memorable face to begin with (that eyeshadow game makes it even better, holy cow). Even classically handsome, even if he doesn’t really believe it. You saying „Damn you look good!“ when he puts on a tight outfit that accentuates his body shape, it really flatters him to the core. You like his sexy face chains and accessories, chokers galore, and virtually any type of harness fitted all across his torso or legs. Chan is a wet BDSM dream come true and he doesn’t even realize it, does he.

c= cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Actually not that into it. His own cum, I mean. Chan usually forgets to rub one out even when he feels a little twitch while working. Too focused. He ignores his libido often. Same idea extends to cumming inside you as far as vanilla is concerned. Chan knows it’s awkward to clean it all out. He’d rather wear protection and release on his own stomach, then quickly get rid of it if he’s not dozing already.

He blushes hearing you talk dirty about semen, but the real thing? Chris isn’t obsessed like some other people would be. It’s a necessary evil to him, and just another thing bodies do. His orgasms tend to underwhelm him or disappoint no matter what he does, he’s not as confident pushing himself to a maximum of pleasure by himself. He depends a lot on you to chase a high sometimes, which makes him feel deficient. You notice that he beats himself up and suggest some more gentle femdom forms of sex that focus more on sensuality and less adrenaline. Works way better for him. Besides modeling harnesses like a pro, Chan is actually a die-hard soft sub.

On the other hand… Duality. Selfless Chan is totally focused on having you completely soaked at his very creative fingertips. Cum play 5000. He’s a musician. And producer. And dancer. And singer. And rapper. Safe to say that fella has rhythm.

And: Don’t worry. He’s not the type to edge and finger you recklessly. Chan isn’t brutal, nor is he punishing. Always the exact opposite. Pleasing, pleasing, pleasing. His submissive tendencies show almost everywhere. The most daring thing he’d do is tease you with a bright smile, which probably makes you wanna bust a nut on the same spot, ain’t it so. You Chan hard stan, you. He constantly asks for feedback and wants your own hands to do it with him so he can learn: That good boy. How that tiny spot of yours can make your whole body feel so electric is quite astounding to him. Getting you off and making you laugh? His favorite downtime.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Other people probably assume his ultimate kink and darkest fantasy would be something like `Chan being selfish and cruel for once´. Just doing something because he craves it. Or something like topping you for fun, large and in charge, leader mode. Little did they know that Chan’s most secret wish is you finally meeting his parents for an evening of barbecue. Ain’t he typical.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

More than you think, less than you assume. He’s a lovely Libra. The golden middle of everything is true for him. He’s not dared to directly approach any crush he had, but yes, always prompting a shy and nervous response, he’s the one who’s been approached quite a couple times. By a handful of dominants who saw right through him, too, yes. A bit of flirting over some dinner did went down, but only a dozen dates turned into some tentative, makeshift sexual activity at their place. Obviously not the dorm, he’d never do that. He’s not Hwang Hyunjin getting pegged — next to Lee Know, gaming — by every girl in a ten-mile radius.

Chan also received an Inkigayo sandwich and had a genuinely lovely time. It went on for two months until it got a bit awkward. All in good spirits, though. Because seriously. Caring as he is, and always with the other person’s well-being in mind, how could Chan ruin a breakup. If there is a split, the transition period to a new chapter will be seamless, not heartbreaking. A few tears will fall, the chest is heavy, but he’s not gonna engage in a war of roses and lose face. He does have complaints, but he’s no mean guy. Even when he has a reason to accuse an ex, he will swallow it. The shit he’s bottled up. Chan will feel burdened, down for quite some days, but focus on moving on properly when it’s possible.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Undecided. Doesn’t want your head too far away nor too close. He’s afraid of accidents, hurting your face somehow, he’s a little paranoid. A bit of movement distance is good for soft missionary, it can be bridged by kissing. Chan uses his arms to prop himself up, gyrating so fucking heavenly, and you can grab his ass. All the praise you’ll shower him with. You’ll often be having sex in a back hug, that’s a good one, too. Especially seated, with Chan leaning forward a little to meet your spine with his chest. All you see is legs legs legs twitching under you, damn good view.

Girl on top, however, occupies both of your minds all the time. That’s where you feel at home. Comfortable for both of you, Chan can be more passive, you active. Your bed or couch needs lots of pillows, though, it’s too empty and scary for him otherwise. The floor is off limits, not cozy enough, you agree. You’re a cozy couple. Chan draped over a hard surface on his back, naked, is a sexy as fuck image in your head, but the reality is not snuggly and warm enough.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Total goofball, you love the guy’s sexy time humor. His crinkly eyes ad triangle-shaped dimples (yes they’re literally like that) always alleviate the moment and bridge an awkward silence or pause. Chan has a soft spot for your outrageous jokes, too. Your every word has him almost hanging by a thread so to speak, he’s a very active listener. Dirty talk and conversation absolutely dominate your sex life, silent sexy time is a natural, mutually agreed upon no-go.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Clean pits, clean everything. He’s pretty economical with it. Adapts to your wishes, puts lots of effort in. If it’s gotta be a hairy situation, the rules are even stricter, even if he sometimes forgets to maintain it, which makes Chan feel terribly sorry. „Won’t happen again! Oh geez.“ Uneven hairs piss him off, he’s the legend of trimming everything in place.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Can’t stay serious and focused for two seconds. Says a cheesy thing as soon as you even blink.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Too busy with his beautiful fingers between your labia to think about himself. As always: Chan gives and gives and gives without ever taking. When you’re driving to the gym and he takes the passenger seat, prepare for masturbation galore — all while he doesn’t touch himself one bit. You reward him with a little improvised frottage with his upright dick crushed against your ass later on the backseat. Both of you in your underwear: Because it’s hotter. Chan comes pretty fast, his cock is so sensitive to being squeezed by you. Turn around while you grind on him because his surprised facial expressions are just glorious. His tight body in his sports clothing feels so damn good, you can do this all day long.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Feeding each other delicious sweets and random food bits. He’s totally enamored with this. You can be silly together, carefree, he can be your cutest little one. Not entirely in an age play sense, more as a casual endearment.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

So, besides the car and bed. His production studio chair is surprisingly not the way to go. Too narrow, moves around too much, spins at every damn movement. Studio couch is more like it. The amount of times you’ve made out on there, the members would so judge him for being thirsty. But you see the practical aspect. Increased support, decently elastic if not a little bouncy, and a comfortable surface that’s easy to clean for him. It’s not like Chan keeps typing and producing with you on his lap at the table. Come on, he focuses on you. When you sit next to him or on him casually to see what he’s working on, sure, he will go on as usual though. But it’s often him who wants to sit on your lap to get pampered, or between your legs non-sexually if he’s too heavy for you. At home, any spot will do, long as it has a pillow fort.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Affection and courtesy. Compared to some other members, say Felix, Chan doesn’t submit to try stuff out and to chase a kinky curiosity. The principle and chivalry counts for him instead. Being a domme pleaser and body worship advocate 5000 is what keeps Chan coming back for more. Stress relief is a side effect, pun intended.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Hard domming you. He has leader energy on stage, but privately, mercurial goofball he is, it just doesn’t suit him. Chan would never make you scream or sob, and he can’t use a whip on your ass either. That image is so strange to both of you. Although he matches the aesthetic of a hard dom when he’s dressed up like one, face chain wolf gang and all, actually doing all this stuff creeps him out. He recoils at the thought of smacking you roughly or doling out a harsh anal punishment. Raw and hateful sex is simply not his schtick. Again, he’s Hyunjin’s opposite on the submission scale: Mister Hwang is very open to being demolished in a crazy hate fuck by any dominant daring enough. That’s where smacking and violently punishing is very welcome. Chan, he prefers a forehead kiss to make him squeal.

Chan would be all shifty on his feed and be confused constantly if he had to dominate in a cold and relentless way. Being a soft dom is all he could muster, which would simply wind up him service subbing in a covert way — no one’s surprised. And the major obstacle is, Chan simply cannot switch off his charm. He just can’t. It’s in his tone of voice all the time. The only exception happens when he reprimands the members for not taking something seriously enough, but well — he doesn’t have to pull that voice on you. You know the stakes of this relationship and meet him with a logical mindset. You take topping him very seriously like a fucking pro, in fact. Chan got nothing on you, he thinks he’d look like an amateur.

If we’re going there at all: Chan can’t stand the whole kink of say, his girl age regressing to her toddler days, diapers and everything. He’d be like what… It’s too much for him, and his whole Stray Kids’ father role doesn’t have to be his entire identity. Chan appreciates a sexual slash romantic partner who is level-headed and talks to him on equal grounds. He doesn’t want someone tugging at his sleeve all the time talking in a baby voice, he prefers more mature flirting and interactions. He’s the one getting shy, his domme is the wise one. So: No infantilizing his girlfriend. They’re called Stray Kids and not Stray Adults, so he already fosters the whole group as a full-time job — back at home, he’s looking for an authority instead.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh shit, here they come. Those beautiful, pinkish, big and juicy lips. They’re wonderful and shapely, just right, so puckered. It’s the ace up his sleeve! You’ll grind the chapstick off of `em at every opportunity. He’ll quickly get fantastic at giving head, the eye contact is always a stunner. The lips are usually outclassing his tongue, though you should never underestimate someone who works a mic for a living.

His consistency… I swear. Completely deprioritizes receiving. He’s clumsy with eating you out in the first month of dating, hence why he wants to improve. Although it irks him that he’s not a natural talent, your comforting words will help him. „Not everyone can be born as Hwang Hyunjin.“ — „So true, bestie. Or Felix, too.“ He embraces his beginner mindset and hey, come on: That he tries so hard is worth ten sex toys, the effort and dedication counts. Like he can suck on a dildo in no time. Not ready for the strap yet, but that’s ok. His progress tends to be astounding, he remembers his mishaps and strengths very well. Nerdy Chan writes down what he should keep in mind, that’s a hell of a man right here.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Nothing subspace-inducing, we’re keeping it midrange speed here. Though, remember this guy is a literal sports student, athlete, multi talent. He can pull off anything you wish for, you just gotta ask. Nevertheless, he’s too sweet to go and say „let’s just fuck like rabbits, 3, 2, 1, go!“ — some other certain members are more fond of that. Lee Know, Hyunjin, Han, to name the holy trinity of dick destruction. They just wanna get wrecked. CBT and everything. Chan loves pleasure and passion more than ending up ruined, his workload does that for him.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yep. Pretty boy likes those. Big fan. Any day. Treats the two of you with cooking afterwards.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sexually? Not at all. Besides a little fun and games (read: flirting and pillow fights), he’s beyond mellow. Bangchan is the last person on earth to demand that you amp up your dominatrix game to do something questionable. As in, to experiment with even more extreme practices, electro play, knife play, sounding, that stuff. Or to put on specific, highly sexualized outfits. Again, that would contradict your coziness at home.

He’s not a fan of pushing his dominant to their limit, or having a stake in their appearance whatsoever. You’re not there for his appetite, because he’s the snack. As is good practice, he coordinates a sexual scene together with you, and can make cute wink-wink suggestions: But they’re literally harmless. Such as, „maybe… tie my hands with a ribbon or something?“, and it’s all in an open-ended question format just like that. It’s up to you to allow it or not.

In other words: Bangchan’s inner power bottom is what? Non-existent. Which differs wildly from some other members. Han would totally beg you to slap the shit out of him just so he can experience a shock of adrenaline. Bratty Felix would tease his domme with his ass until she tames him with pinches, clamps, and squeezing. Chan would never even consider asking to be fucking wrestled. It’s 100% you who suggests kinks that carry more danger, like heavy chains with collars, or using a Sybian on him, although that’s not risky from a pro’s perspective. He takes the backseat and will most definitely not provoke any trouble or unsafe etiquette willingly.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He took ballet classes. All you need to know. Strength and tension and discipline are words not unfamiliar to him. His dick won’t last long, but the rest of his body will: Unless he danced like crazy that day. Which means time for spoiling and caressing him, talking him through, tucking him into bed. No hard domination please.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Bondage rope, yes. Red lights was right, he’s a rope bunny. Other particular toys no… with some room for experimenting sometimes. But he’s not a crazy toy collector, one quality vibrating aid to get you off is worth a 100 random items that he’d buys just to buy them. So, no to that. He’s particular and looks for what really fits the two of you. Strap-on experiments are fine, he quite likes to take it on all fours until one of you cramps. You’re not powering through, but that one’s a long and prep-heavy session. Blowing his back out is probably a bad idea, going slow and steady with lots of reassurance works way better.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chan’s ‚explanation voice‘ and constant questions can drag out foreplay for half an hour. By any means: The Chansplaining needs to find it’s due end. You get down to business by just unzipping his damn pants. A call to inspect your sexy sub is the perfect shortcut, admittedly just to see his thick package. „Take your cock out, honey. Let me take a good look at it.“ — instantly flustered Chan is putty in your hands.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

„Yes, mommy!“ — that’s medium loud. Can be more silent, too, but never not super breathy. Drastic spikes in volume, not so much. It’s a constant moaning. Though, I might be understating this, the whole group has a very high benchmark for volume. 80% of Stray Kids are fucking screamers.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Chan talks about how much he loves having sex with you all while he’s fast sleep constantly. Babbling in his dreams is not uncommon, the members seem to be on his mind a lot unsurprisingly, but this one stands out to you.

x = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

What he’s got in his sweatpants is like a Monsta X song. I don’t know what else to liken it to. Thing is, he’s not working with a whopping 10 inches. Who the hell carries that. He’s in a comfortable but aesthetically pleasing upper midrange, and really not too awkwardly long at all. It absolutely wouldn’t suit him. Girth and full balls is where it’s at. Also: Big ass alert. Your designated smack target and stress ball. You’re not surprised that Lino acts the way he does given how um cheeky the members are. Chan’s has such a nice curve, fuck.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s not Felix going „Lemme suck your tiddies real quick“ at every opportunity. Chan is more like „Okay, can I…?“ And he always ends up surprised how easily he gets going. It’s nothing when compared to his awkward jack-off sessions at work. You know what he’s capable of with one glance. Chan is a sensualist. Someone so sporty knows how to get their blood pumping. And: He’s channeled a fuck ton of his sexual energy into dance and his ten thousand other physical talents. You know precisely how to train him to get the desired results.

z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

You can use a damn stopwatch. He’s gone, ciao, bye, hasta luego, see you soon. In your arms, looking as angelic as ever. At the end of the day, Chan’s rapid deep sleep is pretty cute. This sub is a little innocent cherub. He’s in good hands with you.

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[meyobe]

could you do obey me boys with a professional volleyball player mc? 🤫 like they enter at RAD's volleyball team and are absolutely SLAYING o smth like that

A/n: Im making Mc hella op when it comes to volleyball. Mc for world domination 2023.

These are also play offs of the brother before I personally think it’s more entertaining. You’ll be of the boss of that though.!

Lucifer

It had only been a month since Mc had been ( abducted ) from their home.

It had been only a month and you’re already disobeying him.

Mc’s schedule was HOL-RAD-HOL.

As soon as that last bell rang MC was meant to go straight to HOL with the company of Mammon.

Yet, Lucifer found Mammon coming home alone and asked where MC was.

Turns out Mc had been paying off Mammon to drop them off at the gym for practice and pick them up before Lucifer came home.

He wondered where Mc got the nerve while he was on his way to the gym.

He busted open the gym door.

Only to see Mc diving into over the out of bounds line and hit the ball behind them and over the net and score a point.

( think that nishinoya scene from haikyu)

Mc was cheering with their team before feeling a familiar gaze on them.

“I see you’ve made yourself acquainted with the volleyball team.” His words were harsh and cold

Just as you were about to speak.

“ If you wanted to join extra curricular activities, you should’ve just asked instead of paying my brother off.”

He then explain how Diavolo wants Mc to get the full experience.

And for a while that was that.

Until, he’d come and watch Mc play.

When questioned about it later on he’d say.

“ I cant very have the exchange student injured due to this game”

He’d make sure Mc wasn’t hurt and if they were sore he’d offer some sort of concoction to help the pain.

Mammon

At first he wasn’t to sure about disobeying Lucifer rules. They were set in place an- Mc said 20 Grimm each day he covers for them?

He’s all on board.

At the start he didn’t even think Mc would get on the team.

Was he sorely mistaken.

He had just drop Mc off and didn’t want to go home right away.

He was walking around campus before finding himself back at the gymnasium.

He thought he’d pass some time by watching you fail.

Maybe if he recorded it, it could sell as a “ Big Time Fails of Devildom” ( I completely made this up)

He walked in and propped his camera up.

Mc was running up for the ball and spiked it over their opponents heads.

And that was game.

He was flabbergasted. How could a human be so good at volleyball and nonetheless beat demons?!????

He immediately pullled you away and was asking if you cheated.

“ Why or even How could I cheat?” Mc says wiping sweat off their forehead.

“The same way I cheat off Satan’s tests”

“Wait… don’t tell him that, but I’m totally posting this. I could make a fat buck off of this🤫.”

He would sit on the stands and watch as Mc destroyed the opposite team.

He’d always come up after just to ask you how did it feel to win?

He could feel the greed of your pact coming off of you.

He’d also see Lucifer there asking why the hell is he there saying he was there first🙄.

#JealousMammonisadream

Levi

He was just watching Deviltube before he saw that Mammon posted something.

Human wipes the floor with demon:NOT CLICKBATE 100% Real 👹😮‍💨🙀💯🔥

He knows Mammons stupidity know no bound so he decided to watch it.

And as the caption stated Mc did wipes the floor with those demons.

He immediately thought of a human anime he saw about volleyball.

He wondered if you saw the ball coming to you in slo-mo before making a move.

As soon as Mc came home he’d ask all kinds of questions about it.

When did Mc first start to play volleyball?

Do you actually enjoy it?

Is this a normie thing ?

Can he maybe come to watch you play?

Mammon would shut him down as he does but after another month he asked MC.

He had one class with Mc where he was the only brother there so that’s when he asked.

“Mc… do you think I could watch you play. “ his voice just above a whisper.

“Hm? Oh, Of course you Can. I actually have a game this Saturday you’re more than welcome to come!!! I hope to see you Leviathan😁.”

The smile was enough to make him pass out.

Satan was the one to catch him.

The image of you walking away after dating he could go was enough t to make him pass out again.

He came with so many snacks and drinks that weekend.

He also recorded and compared it to the anime he saw.

Satan

“Levi? Are you okay?”

“Mc…. Volleyball”

He watched as Levi passed out again.

Placing him on the table to try to figure out what he meant by that.

Come to think of it he did hear about an extremely good volleyball player this year.

It couldn’t be Mc right? Their only a human.

Theres no way a human could be that good…right?

He doesn’t use social media as much as his brother so he doesn’t know who it is exactly.

He knows that the volleyball team had practice Mon, Wen,Thru, and Friday.

He’d just have to wait till tomorrow to find out if it’s true.

The bell had just rang and he was on a mission.

On his way to the gym he bummed Into asmo but no time for distractions.

He saw Lucifer and Mammon on the benches. Bickering of course but he saw Mc returning the ball to their teammate and receive it back no problem.

Maybe Mc was the right person he was looking for.

His head followed the ball back and forth as he saw Mc grab the ball and put it away.

He didn’t say anything like his brother did.

He just examined you like an animal in its environment.

He was amused with the way you held your own.

Something about not needing help from your teammates got to him.

His cheeks were turning red.

He was going to come to you’re game on Saturday whether he asked you or not.

“Oooooo is a brother of mine blushing?”

Asmo

“By the way I didn’t appreciate how you ignored me in the halls :(.“

Satan simply rolled his eyes and walked towards the benches with his brothers.

“I heard about Mc’s volleyball abilities but never had time to come and see them” he said sitting down next to Satan.

He turned back to see his older brothers a couple of benched up from him.

He watched as you set the net up.

He made comments about Mc’s shorts saying something about how come they can wear shorts that short but he can’t.

Satan tried to explain the different between game uniform and nudity.

He didn’t see a difference. ( he’s so 😜)

When it Mc’s turn yo serve he doesn’t think much of it. Until.

BAMB

The sound of the ball hitting the other demons forearm made him cringe.

He knew the basics of volleyball but in no way was that sound apart of the game.

He shut his mouth as watched the game like an addict.

He wondered what was your next move cheering you on from the benches.

He already knew what products to give to you help with redness or sore muscles.

As soon as practice was over he ran over to Mc.

Telling them how scary the sound was and they should be more careful.

He wishes he came sooner.

He help Mc walk home due to sore legs much to Mammons protest.

He’d take care of you when you got home.

Beel

His practice was over before Mc’s and he was the only one who knew about their hidden talent.

He was in the kitchen when he heard the front door open. He saw mc wrapped around Asmo.

He assumed they overdid it at practice.

“Ooh little brother did you know Mc was on the volleyball team?!?? They are amazing!!! <3” he said placing Mc on a chair.

“ Of course I did, I practice with them.” Munch munch munch

The room went quiet.

The brothers all questioned him.

After getting confirmation from Mc.

“Beel how could you not tell us?!?! I mean Im your big brother:/“

“It’s not like you asked”

“ROTFFFF , you totally just got owned”

“Maybe It’s because you not his fav big bro like I am right beel 🤑”

“Belphie is my favorite.”

Satan and Lucifer try not to laugh and walk away.

In the distance you can hear a certain blonde laughing.

Eventually things die down and he asks you if you want to take an ice bath.

The two of you are a couple feet apart of your own container filled with ice talking about how practice was.

He supports Mc’s game choice and helps them with tips hes learned along the way.

He can’t make it to ever practice but he’s at every game cheer you on.

With Mc’s number on his cheek holding a sign.

Belphie

He was the day of the game but he didn’t even know if. The house was less noisy that usual.

He found the loud noises comforting and can’t sleep without them.

Annoyed, he looks around the house for his brothers.

He finds you Instead.

“Where are my brothers?”

He saw Mc is a uniform and was confused.

“Wait did beel have a game today?”

“No, it’s actually my game?…”

“Since when are you on the volleyball team?”

“Since ever?”

“Why didnt you tell me?”

His attitude made him seem like he wasn’t Into going to your games.

But turn out he was.

He knew how much this meant to you.

So he stood up the entire time. Not falling asleep once.

Once the game was over the brother all came to you but him.

Walking out the gym you saw him in your jersey.

He had left early to get you merch.

He apologized for not being there for the finally match.

He had bought the entire stand.

Hoodie, shirts, mugs.

Claiming his brothers would find good use in them.

He promised he be at ever game and asked Mc to sign the jersey he bought.

He wears the jersey to sleep every night.

It’s good luck he says.

A/n: Oh my lorddd this took forever. I am not going back to fix errors so plz don’t criticize me!!!

I hope you all enjoyed!!! ❤️

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #belphegor obey me #leviathan obey me #lucifer obey me #obey me fluff #mammon obey me #beelzebub obey me #obey me satan #obey me hcs #obey me belphegor #asmodeus obey me #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me levi headcanons #beelzebub x reader #lucifer avatar of pride #mammon avatar of greed #leviathan avatar of envy #satan avatar of wrath #asmodeus avatar of lust #meyobe

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

My thoughts on The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes movie

I don’t know if I liked it as much as the original films (maybe Mockingjay 1 & 2 as they are pretty emotionally draining), but I still enjoyed it.

I think where it fell a little flat for me is 1. The beginning was a bit slow (tbh I only really started getting interested when Lucy Gray stuck that snake down that girl’s dress & even then I enjoyed the story more when the setting changed from the Capitol to the district) 2. I knew Snow would survive 3. I’d already been spoiled online for a lot of stuff that happens & 4. while I know the director did his best to make Snow as “likeable” as he could for as long as possible, even before he started getting “a little too comfortable” with killing & snitching I didn’t find him as sympathetic as Katniss or Peeta (but that is probably again down to the fact that I know what he goes onto do & there’s no real way around that), this made engaging with him difficult for me.

The world is fascinating. Getting to see all the new locations we never had access to before as well as old locations now in a totally different light (for example district 12 which, while still clearly suffering, seemed like such a bustling industrial town compared to how it is in Katniss’s time). It might have a much more retro aesthetic but there's also just a more vibrant, natural, wild & lawless atmosphere to this movie compared to the others in the franchise. The whole scope of the film just felt more cinematic then I remember the others being yet also weirdly intimate. Maybe because it was one contained story & we knew the main character’s fate from the start. I also loved the title cards signifying the start of each section of the story like from the books & wished they'd done something similar for the other films. It just added a certain flair to the whole thing. Almost gave it the vibe of a tragic play.

The costuming was great. The bright red of the academy uniforms.  Flickerman’s snazzy suits. Snow’s dapper black & white outfit. Both peace keeper uniforms (despite one of them giving very ‘1930’s Germany’ vibes) looked great. Grandma might have been a bigot, but at least she was well dressed. Everything Dr Gaul wore (except the top that looked like a used tampon, lol) was exquisite. The main ladies of fashion, Tigris & Lucy Gray slayed. Our Future Capitol stylist looked like some regal yet exotic bird & Miss Survivor was giving Bohemian, country girl realness the entire time she was on screen. Even the extras were serving (like that random couple Snow walked past on his way to the reaping ceremony).

The music was amazing. Every song that played was fantastic (shout out to Olivia for her end credit contribution). The lyrics & instrumentation were beautiful & my god does Rachel Zegler have pipes! Anyone who says the singing scenes are cringy is just stupid like I’m sorry you can’t appreciate art. Also, the words ‘ballad’ & ‘songbirds’ are literally in the title. Plus, Lucy Gray is from the poorest district, so what exactly do those people want her to do in her free time? She can’t exactly hop on an X-box for a few hours. Not too mention that (as the offspring of someone who’s musically inclined) I can tell you, it’s completely realistic for a musician to use their craft to help them deal with trauma & Lucy Gray clearly had more than her fair share of that.

The Grandma'am helped to paint a sadly very realistic background for Snow. As who among us hasn’t met at least one delusional old person who thinks that their/their group’s suffering (regardless of the severity of it or the reason behind their former/newer status in society) means that no one else are deserving of even the tiniest shred of humanity & there are some people who are unlucky enough to not only be related to these people but be raised by them.

Hunter schafer as Tigris is clearly the superior Snow when it comes to things like empathy & overall mental stability but I do kind of wish they’d been more for her to do. Credit where credit is due though her & Tom did actually look like they could be related & I did buy their familial bond (which makes her appearance in Mockingjay so much sadder in hindsight).

Peter Dinklage as Casca Highbottom was a bit of a mix for me just due to his purpose as a character & the limit of film as a form of media. Like sure the audience know that Snow’s going to become an irredeemable monster in the end but without a window into his mind it really does just seem like the Dean is just out to get him & even when we find out why it seems kind of unfair. Like sure his dad sucked but haven’t the Games shown that blaming children for violence caused by others is unjust (& like ok he hates Coriolanus & probably the grandma but Tigris hadn’t done anything to deserve living in poverty, as she can’t control who she’s related to)? Plus, it felt like he could have at least tried taking Snow under his wing at some point to try to hinder Dr Gual’s influence. Saying all of that, though, Peter Dinklage is great at playing an addict with depression & the idea that some drunken rambling could lead to such long-lasting suffering is terrifying. Also its pretty realistic that living with that kind of guilt & in such a cruel environment for that long would make most people jaded & bitter, even if they did have good intentions.

Omg we finally get a Mayor family on screen & they’re assholes! Madge would be so disappointed 😭. It was interesting to see how harsh & overall “boot licky” the mayor & his family seemed compared to decades later, which makes sense as the war wasn’t that long ago for them so the dad probably felt more incentive to align himself with the Capitol as well as not feeling very connected to the district people as 12’s decline probably didn’t fully set in until they really started running low on coal & Snow became president (oh I just know he wanted to blow that district off the map 😆). I also wouldn’t put it past Billy to come up with some sob story of how he really does love Mayfair but wicked Lucy Gray is somehow preventing them from being together. Still no excuse to try to send her to her death twice in one week, though. Definitely not a girl’s girl.

Ok, so a liar. Cheat. Drunk & someone who hits women. Is there anything good about Billy Taupe? Also, trying to get your ex back, while your current girlfriend is literally standing right next to you? Dude, have some god damn back bone! You made a choice, now stick to it. Also, fumbling Lucy Gray, for a girl like that? What’s it like having no brains or taste? Well, too bad, coz you’re stuck with her forever now, lol.

Viola Davies, the actress that you are. What else is there to say? Dr Gaul is almost comic book levels of insane. Like she is how the Right see women in STEM, on crack! I don’t know what she did to get into character, but whatever it was, it worked.

Jason Schwartzman as Lucretius Flickerman is a very interesting addition to the story despite playing such a small & seemingly insignificant role. He is strange in how unthreatening he is while also extremely blasé about the abhorrent violence he witnesses that it’s as funny as it is disturbing. Making him come across as  more human yet harsher than his son, who at least pretends to care about the tributes (in a very Capitol way, obviously but still). There’s also a polish & confidence to Tucci’s performance that I think Schwartzman did a great job of avoiding copying (despite knowing what audiences were probably expecting) because not only are their characters in entirely different stages of their careers but the whole ethos of the Hunger Games is different in Snow’s youth than it is in Katniss’s. Caesar is a well established presenter & during his time, the games have always been a success (minus the year with the tundra) that the entire Capitol is invested in & seemingly in support of. On the other hand Lucretius had the unique task of not only coming into a job like this with zero experience (I mean imagine going from announcing the weather to presenting the fucking hunger games) but also there were no vibes to try to emulate let alone guidelines to follow because he truly was the first person to do this. On top of that, the "event" his presenting has been panned for years as both boring & unethical. Schwartzman brought a slightly awkward, experimental, yet try hard vibe (like a comedian who's desperate to get a laugh) that I think worked wonderfully for the character.

Tom Blyth's performance was great & he was visually perfect for a young Snow (the power of a good wig! Who knew lol). Even having the cool, analytical stare of Donald Sutherland, down pat. While his appearance was very Eminem during his peacekeeping days, his realisation in the cabin and subsequent breakdown in the woods were crazy. There was so much tension between him & Rachel in that scene that for a second, it literally felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. I could almost hear the record scratch for both of them, & all that building paranoia finally coming to a sudden crescendo in the way that it did? Pure cinema!

Josh Rivera, as Sejanus, was honestly a mix for me. Obviously, I agree with his morals, but his way of going about it did seem a little dumb. However I do think it’s pretty realistic that a teenager, especially a rich one, would be rather naive. Also I’ve heard that he’s smarter in the book & I think at times my frustration with him is more just down to the fact that I’m seeing him from Snow’s point of view. Meaning scenes that would be portrayed as noble in any other film instead come across as almost painfully inconvenient because the focus is always on how they affect Snow rather than the actual victims of the situation. Lastly, sorry, Snowjanus shippers, I just don’t see it (especially on Snow’s end), but whatever floats your boat.

Rachel Zegler played Lucy Gray with the perfect mix of natural charm & emotional vulnerability with clear pride in her culture & a refusal to let the world around her change who she is. Yet there was also an air of mystery & a subtle resilience to her that makes her potentially surviving out in the woods for years without being detected actually believable (though I don’t buy the theory that she went on to become president Coin). Definitely the highlight of the movie for me.

PS. I'd love to know what you think of my review in the comments/tags & am open to criticism (as long as it's respectful) just remember that I'm only talking about the movie so please don't reference anything spersific to the book.

#some other things i wanted to mention but didn’t seem significant to put in the review (+ it was getting rather long) are: #Clemensia you were so pretty & did not desserve to die #like who hasn't cheated on their homework a little #may my hair look as good as your's if i ever get bit by a snake #dill & wovey rest in peace my darlings #Lysistrata it wasn't your fault #Arachane you got what you deserved tbh #reaper you have my respect forever king #lumina really said kill um with kindness #no but sersiously i love you girl & your 1950's farm girl aesthetic #marcus you did not desserve that & sejanus is sorry & in my heart you guys meet up & become boyfriends in the afterlife #treech you didn't leave much of an impression but at least your hat was cool #bobbin my little germin looking boy #at least you gave Snow a good scare before your demise #coral looks gay like that's a lesbian right there #thg #the hunger games #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes review #thg tbosas #thg tbosbas #tbosas #tbosbas #tbosas review #tbosbas review #thg tbosas review #thg tbosbas review #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes review #southern gothic is my new fravriote genre #review

[aprill-99]

I saw this post the other day and haven’t been able to find it again, but it was basically saying that Lancelot and Merlin commit actually the stupidest identity fraud ever in 1x05 because given they had to make Lancelot a member of the nobility and went for making him part of a family with 4 sons already there was actually a pretty good chance one of them might have been at court or even a knight themselves who could have very easily been like “wtf you mean? I’ve never seen this guy before in my life?”

And while I think that’s a good point hear me out, the opposite happens.

The, IDK, 3rd son of Lord Whomever of the Place, finds out one day that his little brother is competing to be a knight. He thinks it’s weird they haven’t come to see him for advice since he’s already a knight, but little brothers can be touchy about making their own way so whatever. Then he actually sees Lancelot and does immediately realize “yeah okay. Not my brother.” And he’s totally prepped to tell someone about it, but then this guy claiming to be his little brother fights Arthur and absolutely kicks his ass.

That’s freaking impressive. No one ever does that (as we see in the episode) and it’s hilarious. 3rd son starts thinking maybe he just doesn’t have to tell anyone just yet….

Lancelot has his knighting ceremony and throughout the evening people keep congratulating Terry (that’s what I’m calling 3rd son now) and saying he must be super proud of his little brother and Terry just nods and smiles and generally emulated the Penguins of Madagascar and wondering how to get close enough to his “brother” to hash this out and maybe make a plan, but the man is surrounded by well wishers all evening and the Prince seems to have decided this guy is his best friend and is Lady Morganatic flirting??? So you leave it and figure you can wait until tomorrow…

Then the next morning when every Knight is still incredibly hungover The King makes you all show up to a special hearing about identity fraud and accuses this dude of being an imposter and Terry has literally never met him but being yelled at incredibly sucks and this guy has floppy hero hair and huge brown puppy eyes and he did pass all the knighting tests and Terry already has a ton of brothers and also he might still be a little drunk and before he knows it he’s out in the middle of the room going “Excuse me your majesty, but I think I would know best how many brothers I have. I must say I do not appreciate you yelling at my precious baby brother Linus-“

“Lancelot” The Prince’s man servant says on a cough.

“Lancelot,” Terry corrects. “Right. That’s what I meant.”

And from that moment on just absolutely 110% commits to the lie that Lancelot is absolutely and completely his youngest brother and no he will not be taking questions at this time. He gets bros 1, 2, and 4 in on it. 1 just thinks it’s too late to course correct and thinks the family can maximize on Lancelot’s popularity and chooses that over endangering their reputation by now revealing Terry lied. 2 just thinks the whole thing is hilarious and 4 likes not being the youngest. Lord Whomever is about the Kings Age and is at that stage certain older people get to where they just don’t give a shit and are down for some chaos so he just absolutely perpetuates this whole thing.

The King asks him about it and the Lord is like “What do you mean suspicious. I absolutely and completely have a fifth son in his twenties. Lucious really does make us all so proud what with the Griffin slaying and all.”

“He claims his name is Lancelot.”

“My memory is going in my old age and I have 5 sons. You can’t expect me to keep all the names straight King Igor.”

“My name is Uthor.”

“Is it?”

And Lancelot just gets fully absorbed in to the family utterly without realizing it. He has no idea what it means to be in a family structure like this and he can’t stand how much danger he’s putting this family in and is just agonizing especially because he finds it so nice and then Terry is like “Pack a bag and put in for some leave. Our little sisters want to meet you and one has a birthday coming up.” And it’s soft and sweet and Lancelot let’s them put a flower crown on him which makes him the immediate favorite of the little girls and he gets to go to a real home sometimes and still meets Percival sometime in there and then all the other knights and Merlin and Gwen and Morgana have a family structure to rely on more extensive than just Gaius, less evil than Morgose, and more supportive than Uthor

And narratively Lancelot gets to be in all the episodes and doesn’t get killed off and he’s around for whatever romance dynamic you wanna put him in because I swear Santiago Cabrera could manage romantic chemistry with a brick wall if he had it for a scene partner so anything goes and it’s all because Terry the 3rd Son of Lord Eldridge of the House of Northumberland (all that might be wrong) decided to pull a Mandalorian before it was cool and do some on the spot freeform adoption

#bbc merlin #merlin #king arthur #lancelot #guinevere #santiago cabrera #headcannons #merlin headcanons #cannon divergence #so clearly I had some thoughts #I don’t normally write drabbles or shorts but this one might be prime #would you guys read it? #thoughts? #possible fanfic idea

[squivulous]

My Podcast Masterlist

I have a long commute, giving me two hours a day to listen to podcasts. Here is my documentation of all the audio dramas I’ve consumed plus a little blurb. I just wanted to organize them in a list and also (selfishly) get recommendations if anyone would be so kind. Or maybe you’ll see something that’ll interest you. Enjoy!

Podcasts I’m Caught Up With

The Penumbra Podcast: I’ve made an animatic for this one. I’m down bad. This is the one that sucked me into this podcast world.

Malevolent: Arthur dating sim when??? Everyone wants him. Also it took me way too long to find out it was an actual play podcast.

Red Valley: Gordon fan all the way. Normally I do like the Sad Boy but Gordon is that type of dorky that makes me want to protect him.

Caravan: Interesting world and love a main character that makes questionable decisions. Everything is going to be fine :)

WOE.BEGONE: I’m obsessed. It happened slowly but now I think about it every day… And the music is so good! Mike Walters is cringefail, bbygurl, easy to manipulate, and saws his left arm off at the shoulder.

The Cellar Letters: Legit gets me spooked at times. Steve and Nate are good vibes. I’m sure glad nothing ever happens to them.

Harbor: Love that Sam being a malewife ruined his life.

Rifted: Aurora, another Sad Boy to add to my collection. Daniel should give him a kiss to make him feel better.

Heroics: Pls come back some day… I need more Josh. He’s in his slay era.

Second Fiddles: Max is owning being a bbygurl. Also there are a lot of poop jokes which is weird but I’ll look past it.

Hand in Glove: idk anything about baseball but these baseball players are smoochinggg.

Find Us Alive: Lancaster in booty jorts. It's canon. Don't look it up. I'm right. ALSO HE NEEDS TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM PLS.

The Kingmaker Histories: The kiss is still the subject of much historical debate. Eisen <3

The Viridian Wild: It hasn’t been updated since 2021 but I still have hope.

Dos: After You: Ghosting GONE WRONG

Brimstone Valley Mall: SEASON TWO IS COMING. 90’s mall setting is really fun and I’m here for the thing Asmoraius and Trent have going on.

Levian: It starts off with a bang! Well not quite since his sister walks in oops. Excited to see where this pirate tale takes us.

Midnight Burger: Each episode is a delight and as someone who is bad at science, I appreciate Gloria and Caspar. Caspar pls stay forever and also Brodie <3

Return Home: I’m really listening to it for Buddy and DW.

Raythe Reign: Sometimes you need a yaoi.

The White Vault: At this point, I know what I’m getting into and yet still decide to get attached to these characters

The Amelia Project: Please don’t hurt the Interviewer! He’s too goofy for all this drama. I’m scared!

Fawx & Stallion: James Stallion being canonically hot in any situation is such a win

Victoriocity: Inspector Fleet has had a long week and needs some days off

Yokai Detective Agency: I’m always a sucker for detective stories and I’m looking forward to where this one is going

Desert Skies: Charming characters and love that the plot has a nice pace, not dragging things out

The Grotto: the music is so good but also please help. The emotional turmoil is torrential.

Camlann: Yo…. Dai, for real???

Podcasts I’ve Completed

Dash: This might not be completed? This is actually the first audio drama I finished. Classic noir but supernatural and boys are smooching!

The Two Princes: This was wholesome and had good vibes. I prefer the first season but it was still a fun time.

The Magnus Archives: Arrived late to the party on this one, but I love all the fanart. Awakened my interest in pathetic men.

EOS 10: I also am not 100% sure this is done but I enjoyed the shenanigans!

Wolf 359: Eiffel, my beloved. I liked the silly and dramatic parts of this story. It hurt my soul but it was worth it :)

Time:Bombs: noahdeaart's fanart made me think this was going in a different direction... Still a fun one!

Valence: Love this one WAAAAHHH! Pls listen. I love Nico. Sad Boy but hides it under their chaos energy.

The Bright Sessions: I would 1005% listen to a spin-off just about Mark. This Sad Boy keeps collecting trauma and I need to see him and Oliver maybe go on adventures or something. ANYTHING.

Roommates: I, too, had a pandemic college experience. It's kinda bizarre that there's already a story about that and I love it!

Look Up: Wholesome. Briggon Snow kept me fed.

Moonface: Appreciate having an audio drama from an Asian American perspective. Didn’t realize how much I needed that.

Murray Mysteries: Must protect Jonathan.

Kaleidotrope: More wholesome content. I got more into it by the second half. The hosts have a fun dynamic!

Re: Dracula: Still thinking about Inside You.

Wooden Overcoats: Rudyard is my fav. Chapman deserves the hate.

The Vanishing Act: this Rudyard wasn’t my fav. I was happy to listen to him suffer but also happy when he fell in love. A win for Griffson!

Greater Boston: Michael Tate <3

Ars Paradoxica: Nikhil Sharma <3

Podcasts I’m Catching Up On

Life with Althaar: I knew that plant lady was sus

The Night Post: Ashley……

Love and Luck: I’m on ep 87 now some magical things are going down

Going Lowbrow: I wasn’t expecting a musical but I’m not complaining.

SAYER: There are no bees on Typhon :)

WTNV: I got behind during high school and now I’m too scared to get caught up… one day. It's been so long at this point I think I'd need to start over.

BRASS: I fell behind on episodes :(

Not Quite Dead: If there are vampires, I'm automatically interested. Only a few eps in.

Hi Nay: I’m listening to Murphy respectfully.

Podcasts I’ve Dropped

Moonbase Theta Out

Dreamboy

Archive 81

The Sheridan Tapes

Jar of Rebuke

I’ll keep this updated every so often. Most of these I’ve found either from scouring rec lists or seeing nice fanart.

Please let me know of any recommendations you may have! Thanks for reading if you got this far. Mad respect.

Last updated: 04/14/24

#podcasts #podcast recs #audio drama #squiv speaks #I didn't know I listened to this many

[softguarnere]

Hi! An idea of something you could write, if you wanted to... George Luz x Reader, they’re really close friends who both want more and the rest of Easy Co notice this. Maybe it can include something to do with reader really liking his Rhode Island accent? It’s okay of course if you don’t want to write it though! Thank you :)

I Can't Stop Feelin', I Want Her Love

Or, 5 times that George wonders what exists between the two of you, plus the one time he knows for sure

George Luz x reader

A/N: Hi there, Anon! You sent this way back in January, but I've finally finished it 🤗 Thank you for your patience, and for the request - I hope you like it! Fic title comes from "She Wants Me (To Be Loved)" by The Happy Fits (This is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) Warnings: smoking, mentions of war

One

The first time Luz sees you, it’s just a flash. Easy Company is running Currahee – again – and he’s got his eyes fixed firmly on the trail below him, careful not to let some sneaky tree root or loose rock send him sprawling onto the hard ground. He only looks up when the people in front of him migrate towards the right side of the trail as the heavy sound of footsteps approaches.

Easy Company can’t be blamed if they slow down a bit at the sight of the approaching group. In the few days since they arrived at Camp Toccoa, hardly anyone has seen the Parachute Regiment’s Women’s Division. Yet here they come, right down the mountain, with few of them bothering to send even so much as a passing glance at the men.

And there you come, your eyes fixed straight ahead. Your face set in a serious expression, George can’t help but picture you as the goddess of war. The thought has no sooner crossed his mind than you glance over at him – and smile.

His breath hitches in his throat. He returns the gesture, and then, in a split second, you’re gone as you and the rest of the Women’s Division pass. The only thing that stops George from turning to watch you go is that Captain Sobel is right behind him.

Out of sight does not equal out of mind. Your smile burns bright in his mind for the rest of the run. With it comes a question (Who was that?) and a determined thought (I’ve got to find out).

Two

And find out he does.

Several of the Easy Company men jokingly say that the day that the Women’s Division was absorbed by their company was the best day of their lives. When George says it, though, he’s being completely serious. Because that’s what brings you together.

“How do you expect to slay the Huns with dusty jump wings?” George asks in an imitation of Captain Sobel’s voice. Toye smiles, but George is more interested in the way that you press your lips together, trying to suppress a laugh. The effort doesn’t stop the smile that reaches your eyes, though.

“Oh, go on (Y/N),” he teases. “It’s okay to laugh. It’s not like he’s here.” And, more importantly, he wants to hear the laugh that he’s come to know so well since meeting you.

You shake your head, still smiling. “Luz, if I laugh it’ll only encourage you.”

“As if he needs it,” Toye mutters into his drink.

George takes a swipe at his friend’s arm. No malice in it, yet Luz tries for a serious expression. “Come on, Joe, you know you like my impressions.”

“I think everyone does.” You glance around the room full of paratroopers. “Or they seem to, anyway. The Captain Horton impression definitely won you some fans.”

Everyone. Does that include you? George is crafting together a sly sentence to ask when he notices Toye giving him an expectant look. He glances between Luz, who’s looking at you, and you, still gazing out at the room full of your fellow paratroopers.

What? George tries to ask with raised brows.

Toye only shrugs, expression inscrutable as always.

He doesn’t ask either of his questions. Knocking back his drink, he smiles and moves on.

Three

Meeting up with the others in the company after the jump is a weight off of George’s shoulders, but he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t the most relieved to see you.

You smack him on the shoulder as you approach, smile bright when he turns to face you. “Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here.”

George cocks an eyebrow. “Sorry, do I know you?”

“Hmmm, maybe. You look like someone I once knew, oh, about a lifetime ago, back in the States.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” He leans back against the concrete steps that other Easy men and women are lounging on. Opening his pack of cigarettes, he offers you one before placing his own between his lips and lighting it. “So, you come here often?”

Blowing smoke from the side of your mouth, you smile in a way that reminds him of a movie star.

This is a joke, George tells himself. A running gag. If only he could tell his heart that. Because you’ve got a mysterious look on your face that’s got him wondering what you’re going to say next –

“Je-sus Christ!” Guarnere sighs. Though he sounds frustrated, he laughs as he elbows Toye beside him. “Can these two kiss already?!”

Several paratroopers laugh. A few – mostly your fellow women – groan, telling him to mind his own business.

“What?” Bill, for his part, does seem genuinely confused as to where he’s gone wrong. “They’d be cute together.”

No duh, George thinks. He glances at you.

You’ve dropped the bit, though. Not looking at George any longer, you grind out your cigarette and strike up a conversation with the girl beside you instead.

The moment is gone.

Four

Jokes run dry in Bastogne. Luckily, smiles do not.

Despite it all, you somehow always seem to have a smile to pass in George’s direction. In those moments, it doesn’t matter if the frozen world of foxholes and artillery fire lacks blankets, food, and heating, because George is convinced that your grin could singlehandedly melt all the snow away and usher spring into the forest.

Today’s smile, though, doesn’t quite make it to your eyes.

You catch Luz’s eye in the miserable excuse for a chow line. He would usually smile back. He attempts to, at least. The corners of his mouth are heavy as he tries to lift them. The most he manages can only honestly be described as something of a grimace.

No one else is doing much smiling either, he notices. Ever since the night before, when Muck and Penkala . . .

That night, half asleep, when he feels someone drop down into the foxhole beside him, George sighs without opening his eyes.

“Lip, I said that I was okay to be left alone.”

“Well, Lip might let you get away with that weak excuse, but I won’t.”

George’s eyes snap open. The two of you stare at each other through the darkness that is settling over the forest.

“(Y/N)! I thought you were – “

“Sergeant Lipton? Yeah, I gathered as much.”

“What are you doing here?”

Upon entering Bastogne, it was made blatantly clear that fraternization would not be tolerated. More precisely, the explicit order was that male and female paratroopers were not meant to be sharing foxholes. For the most part, everyone has followed that order, or been willing to look the other way for those who haven’t followed this new rule. Yet here you are.

You shrug, like it’s nothing. “Didn’t think you should be out here alone. We don’t have to talk about it, or anything,” you’re quick to add. “I just – I wanted you to know that I’m here.”

Here carries more weight than your physical presence in this moment.

For the second time, George tries for a smile. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

You manage your own tightlipped smile. “Of course, Luz. You would do the same for me.”

He would. He’s glad you know that.

Five

Whatever higher power exists, They must be trying to make up for everything that happened in Bastogne. Having you placed on supply duty with George is definitely a start.

Things are different, for everyone, since coming out of the Ardennes. Whatever relationship exists between you and George – platonic or otherwise – feels altered, too. You’re seldom apart from each other. Jokes fly back and forth between you as you sort rations. Other paratroopers might exchange glances whenever they’re around the two of you, but no one makes any more comments about whatever it might be that the two of you have.

“Hey.”

Alone with you, George looks up from his clipboard, pen hovering over his list of provisions. You swing your dominant hand down and back, ready to toss something in an underhanded throw. George sets his clipboard aside just in time to catch whatever zips through the air.

A pristine Hershey bar. He gazes down at the wrapper in wonder.

“I thought that we were out of these?”

You shrug. “Don’t tell Liebgott.” Then, you go back to your sorting as if nothing has happened.

A girl who’s willing to break the fraternization rules of Bastogne, and who’s willing to sneak George one of the most coveted items from the rations? All for him?

If you both make it through the rest of this war, George decides, he’ll have to . . . To what, exactly?

Well, something. Once, way back in Toccoa, you said you liked the sound of his accent. Maybe he can convince you to move to Rhode Island with him and hear it all the time.

Wishful thinking. But later, when he catches you glancing over at him while he sorts through a new box of supplies, he amends that thought. Maybe not.

+ One

Winning a baseball game has never felt so good.

The other team doesn’t even really lose, as far as Easy Company is concerned. The war is over. They’re all going home. Everyone is a winner.

The obligatory shaking of hands and extolling of other players’ efforts breaks into all-out celebration. Wide smiles brighter than the afternoon sunshine warm the playing field. Men and women alike hug and talk a million miles an hour, planning for what comes next, planning for the rest of their lives – which suddenly span wide ahead of them, long, safe, and full of promise.

George’s smile only grows, if that’s even possible, when he sees you.

“Good game, (Y/L/N).” He offers you his hand to shake, trying to act goofily formal, just because he knows that it’s a voice that is sure to elicit a smile and a laugh from you; it always has before.

You smile, as expected, but take a firm grip on George’s hand, pulling him in for a tight hug instead.

The radioman’s brain takes a second to catch up to what’s happening. He’s only just started to melt into your embrace, to enjoy it, to realize that this is the first time you’ve ever done this, when you pull away all too soon.

It’s not the end, though. A gentle hand caresses the back of George’s neck. Your eyes close and you lean forward. Automatically, George does the same. Your lips collide. Thank God your eyes are closed, or you would see how pink his cheeks have turned.

“Finally!” Someone nearby cheers. Is it this that they’re talking about? Or the end of this long war?

When you pull back, you’re smiling wider than George has ever seen.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” you admit breathlessly.

His heart trips over itself in his chest. Everything he considered back in Haguenau comes rushing back to him.

“Say, (Y/N),” George begins before he can stop himself. “Can I ask you a question?”

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[moshi-roulette]

Silly Little Voices

I was inspired by “Modded Perspectives” on A03 and thought it would be fun to jot down some fanmade voice ideas I had (As well as the potential routes)

I’m open to any changes/ideas of how I could improve these since I kind of wrote these down in the spur of a moment

Voice of the Whimsical: Doesn’t take anything seriously, just wants to have a fun and magical adventure, probably tries to get the Protagonist sidetracked with random distractions (like strange lights in the distance looking like fairies)

How to Get It: Similar to getting The Stranger route with The Contrarian, except it’s more of the protag getting sidetracked and wandering on a different path before eventually getting completely lost (“I wonder if something magical will happen down this path…”)

The Kind of Princess: Maybe some kind of fairy queen, kind of works like Fairy Festival from Lobotomy Corporation. Appears harmless, but does have the ability to cause harm if provoked

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Slothful: Just doesn’t want to be here, yawns a lot, and just wants to go back to bed, doesn’t want to fight too lazy to fight, let them go back to bed

How to Get It: Just continuously refuse to do anything, like not bothering to even walk to the cabin (“That sounds so far away!”), Not bothering to walk down the stairs to the basement (“Meh… Too much energy”) and most definitely not even bother trying to slay The Princess yourself (“I don’t want to fight her… fighting sounds so tiring…”). This mostly consists of The Narrator puppeteering/forcing your body to do anything

The Kind of Princess: Something to counteract Slothfulness (that being Diligence), probably very well calculated, and is the type to be ten steps ahead of you, very smart and agile.

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Innocent: (I do hope that this doesn’t seem too close to The Voice of the Broken), I’m mostly going for someone who acts all weak and tends to play the victim, stutters a lot (like to the point they sound like those stereotypical Y/Ns in Wattpad stories), probably very annoying

How to Get It: Decide to drop the blade and/or leave the blade behind and allow yourself to be attacked by The Princess

The Kind of Princess: Just appears as some stereotypical evil queen, even got that himedere laugh going on

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Vain: Cares a lot about their appearance (despite not having a physical body), thinks very highly of themselves and speaks in a regal/posh accent, tends to look down on others, extremely dramatic

How to Get It: Try using the pristine blade as a mirror for some reason (in which The Narrator might say something vague about your appearance and yet you still try to make yourself look good) and commenting on The Princess’s appearance a lot (mostly negative)

The Kind of Princess: She will appear to be very disheveled and her dress will look like rags. And depending if you slay her or she somehow defeats you, depends if she becomes even more ugly (kill her) or she becomes extremely beautiful (she kills you) (Note: In the route where she becomes beautiful, I imagine the Voice of the Vain gets humbled and practically grovels at The Princess’s feet (“S-She’s gorgeous!” “Even more than us! How can this be?!” “How dare we even be in her presence! We look like cockroaches compared to her!” “OH WHY MUST WE BE SO HIDEOUS!!!”)

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Charitable: At first they appear to be very kind and caring, but in reality, they can be very pushy with their generosity and tend to insist that everyone around them needs their help, tend to take pity on those who don’t want their pity in the first place (“Oh you poor thing!”)

How to Get It: Help out The Princess but make a few comments about how pitiful and sad-looking The Princess is (Mostly between The Narrator and The Voice of the Hero). The Princess will take note of the pitying expression that the protagonist is making and take offense to that.

The Kind of Princess: She will appear frail and her clothes and crown will look torn and tarnished (Unlike The Princess in the Vain’s route because she’s not that ugly here) and she will act more like a beggar. In order to get her other form, the protagonist has to try and help her again, leading to her attacking the protagonist. In the second form, she looks a bit better, yet she will be surrounded by an array of items, some belonging to you (most notably the pristine blade). You gain the option of touching her stuff, which leads to The Princess ambushing you. Her final form makes her extremely greedy and now she looks like an empress. (Note: the basement of the cabin is now shiny gold and covered in jewelry and gems and a large assortment of items) (Also with this the Voice of the Charitable goes insane, not being able to find a reason to pity The Princess (“W-Why does she look like that? “Why doesn’t she look so woeful anymore?…” “She looks so… grandiose. This isn’t right” “…There’s… nothing we could possibly give to her… she has everything…”)

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Punishing: May or may not be a reference to something, sounds small yet very bossy in a way (high-pitched voice), has a strong sense of justice, calls the blade “beak” (“We must use our beak to peck her! She must be punished for her sins!”)

How to Get It: The Narrator probably has to really convince you that The Princess is dangerous. Or it could be after using all/majority of the options where The Narrator tries to tell you how much of a danger The Princess is and yet you still hesitate when trying to slay her

The Kind of Princess: She sort of looks like a criminal, being literally behind bars too, and is still very much chained to the wall. However, there is a locked door on one part of the cell. You have the option of letting her out (which The Narrator (and maybe The Voice of the Punishing) will not like), letting her rot in the cell, or opening the door just to slay her. (Note: You use the blade as a key to open the door)

(￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣▽￣///)

Voice of the Gullible: As the name would suggest they are very gullible, trusts people far too easily for their own good, is easy to persuade and easy to trick, not doing it out of malice they are just very trusting (“She looks friendly enough!”)

How to Get It: Drop the blade when you’re close to The Princess. Maybe do/say some things that would make The Princess not trust you. Maybe you try to leave, thinking that The Princess couldn’t possibly be dangerous, only for her to free herself from her chains and attack you

The Kind of Princess: She looks sort of like an angel. Her crown sort of looks like a halo, her dress is more flowy, she looks like she floating, and maybe a tiny pair of angel wings on her back (think of those Christmas ornaments). Once it’s clear that you let your guard down, she will attack you (Hope that doesn’t come off as too back-stabby). I guess Gullible’s route would be sort of similar to Cheated, with the voice being more trusting of The Princess rather than aware of her tricks. (“Oooo! She seems nice!”)

#moshi thoughts #stp #slay the princess #stp fan voices

[eveistdiepommes]

REVERIE OF THE NORTH: We Were Tasked With Slaying the Demon Prince!

[Chapter One (Fanfic preview!)]

Hi everyone! So! This has been sitting in my document files for a very long time (going on like two months) so I’m posting it here first to kinda gauge if people like it! Kinda like a test run! I haven’t started working on the second chapter yet, but I do have guidelines for what happens in each chapter to aid me! Once I write a couple chapters, I’ll be posting this on AO3! As always, my fanfics are very silly and lighthearted, maybe a little out of character, so if that’s not your vibe, I completely get it! :D

Glittering sunlight poured into the garden, showering each flower and leaf with warmth they would otherwise not receive in the wild. This garden was a sanctuary for plant life in the coldest kingdom, and while this kingdom was indeed the coldest, it was by no means unforgiving. Other plants could survive just fine in their natural habitats, but these flowers were special. They weren’t native to the kingdom of Frost. Imported from the kingdom of Shadows, Tino requested these special blossoms to take care of and shower with his affections. He poured his heart and soul into taking care of these plants, priding himself on how long he’d been able to keep them alive. He had done such a spectacular job, that they started growing in more places on their own! This only furthered his determination. He wanted a garden full of them.

The prince knelt in the grass, the only grass not frozen over and covered in snow at this time. In his castle, Tino had a large courtyard-garden at the center. Protected by glass high above, it served as a sort of greenhouse. The young man was pruning his precious garden, devoted to making it the best habitat it could be. His hands had been lightly covered in dirt from his work, his pale-colored pants dyed with grass stains at his knees and shins. He gathered the overgrown roots and dead leaves in a homely wickered basket next to himself. He'd use them for compost later.

“Beautiful.”

Tino jumped as he heard a familiar low voice. Head spinning in the direction of the comment, he found exactly who he expected.

“Berwald! How long have you been standing there?” He chuckled softly, body relaxing after the initial shock. The stoic prince standing in the garden’s entrance looked on with fondness, usual scowl blissful at the moment. “You like the flowers? I’m so surprised they’ve multiplied this much! They must like me!” Tino joked, dimples ever present as he smiled. Berwald nodded, stepping further into the little sanctuary. He offered a gloved hand to the shorter male who went to eagerly take it before stopping himself. As if reading his mind, Berwald kept his hand out still.

“Gloves’r meant to get dirty.”

“Yer in m’brain!” Tino mimicked the shadow prince’s accent, earning an exhale from his nose. Yes! Alright! He got him to laugh! With the reassurance, Tino grabbed onto Berwald’s hand and let himself get hoisted up. He was short, but he wasn’t frail, and the fact that even then Berwald could lift him up like no problem, it made Tino feel safe somehow, secure. One would never guess the shadow prince’s strength from his lanky build, but he could seriously pack a punch! Tino had witnessed his strength first hand plenty of times. Once he was up, the smaller prince rubbed the dirt off of his hands and onto his pants; they were already stained anyways. He offered his companion a sweet smile before it slowly faltered into an anxious expression.

“Oh dear! What time is it? Did I lose track of time? I’m not even properly dressed ye-”

“I came early.” Berwald stated plainly, picking a twig out of the frost prince’s hair. Tino’s nerves melted away, and it showed on his round face. An exaggerated sigh escaped his lips.

“Don’t scare me like that, Ber!” He nagged playfully.

“Sorry.”

To the untrained eye, Berwald’s expression seemed very standard for him, flat. But Tino could tell he was smirking, the tall blond was just as playful! Berwald’s fingers stay in Tino’s pale locks, adjusting and brushing them to the side admiringly. As his bony digits lingered, Tino’s face began to feel warm.

“Yer cute when yer frazzled.” The shadow prince mumbled, matter of fact. Tino’s face was starting to flush. Growing up as being friends with Berwald should have made him used to these comments. But every time the prince said them, Tino felt his heart jump into overdrive. And recently, it was becoming unbearable. Noticing the shorter man’s cheeks reddening, Berwald took this as a sign to give him space. He pulled his hand away, not wanting to make his most cherished ally uncomfortable. Breaking the silence that had started to linger, Tino spoke up.

“Di-Did you have breakfast, Ber?” He chirped, picking up the basket of dead plant parts.

“Nm.” Berwald followed Tino like a lovesick puppy as he began guiding them out of the garden.

“Are you hungry?”

“Mmm…”

“You can eat with me if you’d like!”

“Mm.”

To outsiders, Berwald’s mumbles and grunts were indecipherable. To Tino, they were efficient and well crafted responses that wasted no time, perfectly understandable.

———————————————————————————————————————

After begrudgingly handing the basket of dead leaves and roots off to a maid, Tino and Berwald made their way into the kitchen. Countless times Tino had been told to stay out of the kitchen and let himself be waited on, but the frost prince would never listen. Letting his help do everything for him made him feel useless, spoiled, and ever since he was a child, he went out of his way to make chores easier on them. Even when this castle was bestowed upon him after his parents’ passing, he still kept up with helping the staff, much to their worry.

Eventually, breakfast was served! Tino and Berwald sat in the grand dining hall, Berwald at the head of the table after the frost prince insisted he sit there, and Tino on the side. The two were a precious display, awkward and annoyingly oblivious to each other’s intentions, but precious. The pale blond man ripped some bread in half, handing a piece to Berwald. Without missing a beat, the lanky prince added butter to the piece that was handed to him, placed it back on Tino’s plate, and waited for Tino to hand him the second half. And Tino did! They worked in perfect unison, each of their movements like some sort of strange waltz.

“You know, when I hand you bread, you can make it for yourself first.” Tino teased gently, holding back snickers. “You don’t have to put me first all the time, silly.”

“I do it because I want to.” Berwald hummed simply, taking a bite of his half. Tino’s heart felt fuzzy, warm. No, he didn’t like being waited on by staff or maids, but when Berwald did it, he didn’t mind at all. Maybe because he knew they were equals. Maybe because, like he said, Berwald only does it because he wants to do it. Because Berwald cares about him, genuinely. Realizing he had been staring wide-eyed at the shadow prince with a goofy smile for a good moment made him jump and, very obviously, turn himself away. Berwald stayed silent, corners of his mouth turned upwards ever so slightly.

The two enjoyed their breakfast gleefully. Tino, as usual, did most of the talking. He spoke about his morning so far, what he was doing the night before, a strange dream he had, everything. He could be quite talkative, and Berwald loved it. Every time he got to hear Tino’s sweet, soft voice, he thanked the heavens above for such a blessing. The two laughed and enjoyed their time together before parting with the dining hall to continue on with their day.

“I should probably go get dressed…” Tino pouted childishly, running a hand through his hair. He grabbed Berwald’s arm gently, giving it a small squeeze. “Can you wait here in case the others show up before I'm back?” Berwald nodded once, earning himself another smile from his ally. “Thank you, Ber.” Without trying to overthink it, Tino let himself be selfish for a moment, hugging the tower of a man before swiftly running up the stairs. Berwald watched as Tino disappeared into the long hallway at the top of the staircase before shaking his hand excitedly and starting to pace.

This was a common occurrence. Berwald often got too happy for his body to handle, and thus, his hands would flutter. It was something he was often told to hide, something deemed ‘improper.’ But Tino knew of it, of course Tino knew of it, as did the other princes. They never once shamed him or belittled such actions, but lighthearted teasing was fair game. You could never tell from his face what he was thinking, but as soon as Berwald’s hand started to move, it was a tell-tale sign he was elated.

“Hey! What’s got you so riled up?” A shrill voice pierced through Berwald’s ears, causing him to stop in his tracks.

“I hope we didn’t miss anything important.” A smooth voice joined in, smugness audible.

Three young men walked up to Berwald, each with their own flair. Matthias, prince from the kingdom of Life, led the other two; Lukas, from the kingdom of Mystery, and his brother Emil, from the kingdom of Isolation. The tall prince’s expression became cold and stoic, returning to its natural state.

“We made a point to arrive on time, and look who’s always at Tino’s place before us! We should’ve anticipated this!” Matthias let out a hearty laugh, swinging his arm up and around the shadow prince’s neck. Lukas sighed, arms crossed elegantly.

“Leave him be, Matthias.” His cool tone was like running water, enigmatic. “But… I am curious about what exactly we were interrupting.” He smirked slightly.

“Hugged Tino.” Berwald responded in a flat mumble. Lukas’ eyebrows raised. Matthias’ grin grew wider.

“Oh yeah! That’s right! All your excitement goes to your hands instead of your-”

“Stop speaking.” Lukas glared, stepping up and slapping a hand over the life prince’s mouth, pulling him from hanging off of Berwald.

Emil watched the three interact from a distance, posture chary. He rubbed his arm, keeping himself from engaging, expression agitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to join in, it was just that he rather save his breath until he could be useful. He found this squawking to be unproductive at best, and down right insufferable at worst. Still, he couldn’t deny that some part of him liked it… Matthias’ loud jeers, his brother’s perfectly crafted quips, Berwald and Tino’s doting nature whenever it came to cheering the teen on, it was all comforting in some strange way. But Emil would be damned if he let them know that. It was more for their sake, keeping them at a distance like this.

“So where is Tino anyways?” Matthias finally asked once his mouth was released from its lavender scented prison. He placed his hands on his hips, eyes surveying the foyer. Everything about him took up space.

“Cha-”

“Hey guys!” A syrupy-sweet voice rained down from the top of the grand staircase. Tino had returned in his proper clothes, his fashion a bit more unique compared to the other princes of the north. His outfit consisted of a vest and blouse, covered by a beautiful, sky-blue tailcoat that had a caplet on the right shoulder, and of course, matching trousers. A small scabbard was strapped to his left thigh, holding a petite, intricate blade. As Tino would say, ‘you can never be too prepared!’ Everything was topped off with a white hat situated perfectly lopsided on his blond head. The four at the bottom of the staircase starred up, each with their own expression of warmth. But Berwald… Berwald was completely captivated.

Tino rushed down the steps, eager smile ever present. He hopped down the last step, heeled boots clicking up to the group excitedly. They added some height to his short stature.

“I’m so sorry if I kept you all waiting for long!” He chirped, voice wavering slightly from a sudden spike in nerves. The short man rubbed the back of his head, fidgeting.

“We just got here, don’t worry.” Lukas offered his friend’s bubbling anxiety some relief. And it was apparent it worked as Tino’s tension visibly dissipated.

“Oh thank goodness… I got a bit carried away this morning with gardening. I would’ve completely lost track of time if Ber didn’t come get me! Right, Ber?” The pale-blond looked up to the shadow prince, who was still staring hard at him. Everyone turned to look at him, expecting him to respond.

There was silence.

Berwald hadn’t registered that he was being spoken to yet, nor was he aware that the others were waiting for him to answer back, completely enraptured by the beauty of the frost prince. Matthias almost started to laugh, but Lukas seemed to read his mind and stomped on his foot to distract him. Matthias stumbled back, cursing under his breath, taking the lanky prince out of his daze. He blinked a few times, looking around from face to face. The conversation caught up to him in his head and he quickly forced out something to show the group he was listening.

”Mm.” He nodded once, much to the delight of Tino. Inside, Berwald felt as if he was burning alive from embarrassment. Lucky for him though, Matthias decided to take the stage again. He wondered if he did it on purpose, to give Berwald a chance to breathe, but it wasn’t like Matthias to be able to read the room. Perhaps his timing was just a pleasant coincidence.

“So! Why’d you gather all of us at your place, Tinny?” The boisterous tank of a man grinned with all his teeth, wordlessly declaring his joy in being with his friends. Tino’s expression faltered a bit, gloved hands reaching up to fiddle with his brooch. The four looked at him silently until they remembered. “Oh… Yeah… That’s right…”

”Let’s get into the Great Hall to discuss properly.” Tino’s voice was gentle, soft, whispered. He turned himself slightly, nodding his head to get the four to follow him.

———————————————————————————————————————

Terrorizing the kingdoms below them, countless armies of demonic creatures were sweeping the land. Those in the north were partially protected by their harsh conditions, their jagged mountains that resembled fractured icicles acted as teeth, chewing any human army to shreds and swallowing them down into the great, frozen abyss. The five princes were bonded by their borders, as they were the only kingdoms in this section of the world. To get to the nearest kingdom south, they’d have to travel by ship. If the armies advancing were composed of fellow mortals, there wouldn’t be much to worry about. But, these swarms consisted of otherworldly beings. There was no telling exactly how much time they had left before their villages were invaded. They had to act fast.

Tino sighed as Matthias exclaimed a few profanities. Berwald sat leaned forward, on the edge of his seat in deep contemplation. Lukas stayed poised, hand on his chin as his eyes shifted over to his brother, who had been keeping his head down for the past few minutes.

“Oh, lillebror, what are you thinking?” Emil glanced up slightly, though no words were verbally exchanged. He met his brother’s gaze before shifting his head back down anxiously.

The team of princes had been debating the topic of their next course of action for some time now, and they were at a dead end. Tino, Berwald, and Lukas wanted to take a diplomatic approach, figure out who, or more likely, what was controlling these forces and reason with it. Matthias, on the other hand, wanted to take the more vibrant approach of wiping out the armies and their leader completely, and though Emil didn’t speak up, he gave Matthias a rather eager nod of agreement. But that didn’t matter. Because for either plan to work, they needed to know where these demons were being summoned from. And since the princes hadn’t encountered the armies for themselves yet, they had no leads… Or so they assumed.

The room fell silent. Tino slumped forward as his hands rested on the table over a comprehensive map of their lands. Matthias and Berwald shared a look of acknowledgement, recognizing that they both wished they had something to say to save the day, and that they both wished they could say it before the other could. But both of them were just as stumped, leaving their rivalry at rest for now.

“Your dejected faces are making me feel hopeless.” Lukas’ smooth voice washed over them, a hint of amusement behind his cool tone. The short blond looked up, flashing his friend a small, weary smile.

“Well you would feel dejected too if you didn’t know anything about the enemy!” Matthias threw out, voice childish. There was a pause. “Unless…”

The room fell silent once again, this time with anticipation as each head turned expectantly towards the sorcerer. The bluebell eyed man smirked at them omnipotently.

“Well…?” Berwald’s rich voice interrupted the growing suspense.

“Hm? Oh. You were expecting me to say something?” Lukas asked nonchalantly, moving some of his longer locks out of his eyes. “I don’t know anything.” He stated simply, causing the room to sigh in anguish. “…Emil does though.”

And just like that, all eyes were gleaming Emil’s way. The youngest prince’s gaze widened as shock coursed through his veins. His expression turned sour as he went to tell off his brother, but no words would come out. His mouth was just opening and closing shakily. He felt apprehension bubbling in his core. Well, he might as well say something at least.

“I…” He started slowly, bowing his head back down to avoid the other princes’ stares. “I-I don’t know much! So don’t expect some fully formed idea.” The silver haired boy forced out, finding courage after a moment to lift his head just a tad. His eyes shifted from Matthias, to Berwald, and then settled on Tino. To him, Tino was the easiest to look at, especially with that dopey face of encouragement he received every time he went to speak.

“After the first couple of attacks, I got in touch with a distant kingdom who had been affected. I reviewed some reports of the creatures these armies are made of and, well… I identified them. Or-Or rather, more importantly, I identified the approximate location of where they’re coming from.”

“Ah! Emil is our savior!” Tino sang out, clapping his hands together. He looked to the youngest with a sparkle in his eye that even Emil found himself melting under.

“I-It’s not the exact location! I’m not even sure if it’s accurate at all!” He barked back, face tinted red. Tino’s wide grin didn’t let up though.

“It’s a better lead than any of us have.” Berwald joined in, giving Emil praise in his own, monotonous way.

“How did you even crack down on that!? That’s amazing!” Matthias shouted fervently. Lukas raised an eyebrow as he wondered how his brother would answer. There was some stuttering before Emil weakly got it out.

“Math…matics…” Not even he seemed sure of that response. But, Matthias bought it! And it seemed Tino and Berwald knew better than to press the volcanic boy on something he didn’t seem too keen on answering.

“Do you know anything else about these creatures?” The pale-blond asked curiously, sitting back down in his seat at the head of the table. Emil shifted a bit.

“Well,” The snowy-headed boy looked to his older sibling, who gave an inconspicuous nod to continue. “They feed on fear, for one thing. And they have to be controlled. They don’t really have minds of their own. Usually the one in control is someone of high ranking in the underworld. So, think of it like… a fellow prince?” The rest of the team fell back, astonished.

“So we need to find… A Demon Prince?” Tino whispered, not meaning to ask out loud. Emil nodded once.

With this newfound knowledge, the five princes of the north began to form a game plan. A declaration would be sent out to all villages, urging civilians to stay indoors while the rulers themselves sought out the Demon Prince. Once they located him, they would enact their diplomatic method first. If it did not go well, they knew they could count on Matthias to begin their plan B: a take down. Swiftly, they began preparing for their long trek to an uninhabited island, Sæhæfn. It was considerably south of their territories, near another kingdom that had surely felt the wrath of those diabolical troops. They’d make their way to the shoreline before boarding one of Matthias’ ships to be whisked away to the small, yet now imposing, isle.

———————————————————————————————————————

Tino pulled a sword from its rack, looking at it with a conflicted stare. Berwald looked up from packing one of many bags, gaze soft as he recognized the frost prince’s cute yet undoubtedly troubled expression.

“What’s wrong, Tino?” He asked quietly, shuffling over to the short prince. Tino jumped up in response, Berwald’s intense voice pulling him from his worried thoughts.

“Oh… Um! I just…” The light-blond put his sword down, turning to look at his companion. He leaned on the wall, feigning exhaustion. “If we’re going to be facing off against a demon prince, I don’t really know what weapon to bring. They all seem so… dinky… for the occasion.” Berwald listened intently, walking over and leaning against the wall next to the frost prince.

“Y’don’t need any of ‘em.”

“Wh-What!?” Tino shouted from Berwald’s surprising declaration, flabbergasted. The tall blond looked down to the other prince, offering him a smirk only he could recognize.

“Hold out yer hand in front of you.” Looking up to Berwald with a confused, curious shine in his eyes, he stood up straighter and held his hand outstretched beyond him. The stoic shadow prince moved to stand in front of him, surveying his form. He nodded, as if whatever he was observing was obvious. Tino felt his face heating up, suddenly bashful. What was Berwald doing? He was being so mischievous today.

“I was right. Y’don’t need any of ‘em.” The lanky prince fixed his glasses a bit, setting them higher on his nose bridge. Tino burst into a chuckle, albeit shy.

“Ber! I can’t just bring nothing! What if something happens on the way?”

Berwald grabbed Tino’s outstretched hand, bringing soft, rounded knuckles up to graze his lips upon. Tino’s hazel eyes widened, and for a moment, he was sure his heart beat was audible to anyone around. His pale face was painted a striking red.

“I’ll be there.” Berwald answered the smaller prince’s question in a signature mumbled tone. Tino felt like he could burst. Without even realizing it, he began to smile, a soft, genuine smile. He stepped closer to Berwald, giving the towering prince’s hand a squeeze.

“Then I guess I really don’t have anything to worry about after all.” He snickered, eyes delicate.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Hey, are you guys ready to go?” Lukas peered into the armory, body tilted to the side. Tino had jumped back, turning his head to hide his colorful face. Following his lead, Berwald removed his hand from Tino’s and stood rigid like a statue. That was him acting ‘natural.’ Lukas watched them for only a second, smug smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“W-We’re ready! We’ll be out in a minute!” Tino waved the mystery prince along, who only nodded and mercifully left without a second word. There was silence. Tino looked back to Berwald cautiously to meet his eyes. The shadow prince offered him a look of reassurance that they were indeed alone again.

“I…Really should have something just in case…” Tino trailed off, anxiety still not completely settled. And, understanding this, Berwald walked over and grabbed the frost prince’s crossbow from the wall. Without a word, he placed it in Tino’s hands, earning himself another surprised and elated smile from his dearest ally.

The two met with the other three at the entrance of Tino’s castle. Each one of them had changed into more battle-ready, adventuring gear. It had been awhile since the five of them set out on some grandiose journey together.

“I feel like we’re kids again!” Tino giggled sweetly, looking back to the group as he led them out. Each of them showed their agreement in their own way.

The group stepped out into the glittering sunlight, determined. It was time for them to venture beyond the white mountains. If not for themselves, then for their people, for the sake of humanity itself.

#REVERIE OF THE NORTH #sufin #hws sufin #hetalia au #hetalia #hetalia fandom #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia world stars #nordic 5 #hetalia nordics #hws nordics #hws finland #hws sweden #hws norway #hws denmark #hws iceland #tino väinämöinen #berwald oxenstierna #lukas bondevik #mathias køhler #emil steilsson #hetalia finland #hetalia sweden #hetalia norway #hetalia denmark #hetalia iceland

[apatheticlexicographer]

BYLER FIC REC WEEK 2023 DAY 6: CANON DIVERGENCE recs

without heart by aceoflanterns my beloved @aceoflanterns

will-centric; plot. a “will gets vecnaed” fic of a fashion. it’s from june, so it diverges from canon after V1. if u like fics that lean into will’s connection to the upside down, this is for u!!! the way this captivated me like honestly. i don’t wanna say too much because honestly the joy is in how cryptic it is. multichapter, complete

Crescent by disaster_energy

will-centric; plot. more post-V1 will gets vecnaed / will’s connection to the upside down!!! this one is a bit more centered around the vecnafication aspect. twoshot, complete

them’s the breaks by emelinelou

mike-centric; plot. will develops the ability to shift in and out of the upside down and sculpt it. he’s insanely closed off about literally everything that happens to him and mike only manages to force himself into the picture by sheer stubbornness. some of the best characterizations i’ve ever seen of them. explores will’s more self-sacrificial tendencies and mike’s unrelenting loyalty. multichapter, hasn’t updated in a while but still ongoing

Time After Time by SuzieBurself

mike-centric; plot. vecna sends mike back in time to the night will went missing, making him an impostor in his own life. angst!!! mike is cursed by the knowledge of what is to come and also the demon man in his head. multichapter, hasn’t updated for a while but not officially discontinued

i know, i know, i know by aude_sapere

will-centric; plot. yet another will gets vecnaed / will’s connection to the upside down fic, but this one is long as hell /pos. set after V1. will gets to go a little apeshit with his powers, and there’s some good wonder twins content. longshot, complete

hold your breath (and fall) by venusperia

mike-centric (mostly); plot. the party never encounters el and will is never rescued from the upside down. his friends and family have been grieving his supposed death for years. what they don’t know is that will, el and barb have been living together as found family in the upside down the whole time. el and barb manage to escape when the gates start opening, but will isn’t so lucky. i’ve seen several “will spent years in the upside down” fics, but this is the only one i’ve seen where he isn’t alone there. the codependent dynamic between the three is unique and the plot is captivating. multichapter, ongoing

bloody hands and soft lips by joyfullyrissa

will-centric; plot. THEE will byers timeloop fic. he’s stuck repeating the first day of mike’s visit over, and over, and over. across the loops mike slowly opens up to him —not that he’ll remember it the next day. there’s a lot of focus on mental health issues, and it’s not just timeloop-related. it slays okay idk what to tell u. multichapter, complete

bury me in your heart by Cherop

mike-centric; maybe plot? in a world with no upside down, when will goes missing he really does die. the day after they fish his body out of the quarry, mike stumbles across his ghost on the roadside. obvious MCD warning, although will isn't gone-gone (yet??? idk what direction the story will take for him). cute miwi, with the constant undertone misery at knowing will is dead and only mike can see him. multichapter, ongoing

growing up (but not old) by veraity

will-centric; plot. timetravel back to miwi era fic but this time it's will going back to just before s2!!! my poor boy is going THROUGH it and i cannot wait to see how it spirals. multichapter, ongoing

#byler #bylerficrecweek #bylerficrecweek2023

[fried-manto]

i don’t know if you where asked this yet- but opinions on each character?

If you meant each character, theres only really like, *counts fingers*-9 characters I care about in the OMORI game-

So I'll just give you a run down of my opinions for these 9 lucky peons starting from my least favourite to my favourite I guess.

.. its complicated.

My feelings about Sunny is so turbulent that I honestly don't really know how to feel about him most of the time. This is the best I could describe it.

He's cute, and his flower crown is so fun to draw and colour.

But I hate him. And love him at the same time. Most of all, I genuinely pity him for living.

She's just too... she hits way too close to home.

Aubrey, like me, is a hypocrite who does things impulsively. I hate how I'd probably do the same thing if I was in her shoes.

And Headspace Aubrey just has this pretentious tone of speaking that I definitely have (no matter how sincere I try to sound), so I can't even tell if she's kinning me or I'm kinning her anymore

Also fanfic writers, except for the few exceptions, cant for their lives write her right. Like do you guys just write Aubrey in there for the Sunburn????

Now on to my top 3

I draw her so much... way too much... 大姐我爱你。。。

TOP 2 is tied between

SLAY. QUEEN. SLAY.

Even tho she got her heart sweeped #heartsweep she's the queen in my heart 🎇

I'm probably like the #2 Sweetheart fan, right behind @lesleyn lmao

EUGH, IM CURRENTLY IN A HERO OBSESSION AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHHHHH AJSBWUJSNDNSKDJEH.

OH HERO YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH. YOU DESERVE TO GO BATSHIT AND YOU DESERVE TO GO INTO A YBM PHASE, BECAUSE I WILL STILL LOVE YOU AND SUPPORT YOU. 💔💔

Oh Hero... someone please feed me some Hero content PLEASE.

NOW ONTO THE TOP 1 WHICH TIED BETWEEN THESE THREE.

So I didnt really care about him all that much in the begining BUT THEN

Hikikomori route.

S P A C E - E X H U S B A N D

And then there was this Spaceboy centric fic that's about him stumbling into blackspace and realising the truth and i-

AND I FELL, HEAD OVER HEELS- COMPLETELY IN LOVE, LIKE MARRY ME PLEASE TYPE OF LOVE.

You are too good for SWEETHEART, my queen is mine and you are mine as well.

K E L

Just Kel.

The core of The Gang (sorry Mari, you got outshoned here)

Reblog if you agree.

And then there was one. The king of headspace and my heart 🖤🤍

I actually dont know why I love him so much, maybe he really is just the better version of Sunny (IN MY OPINION) he just gives off this empty, empty, depressing feeling that I love oh so much

and maybe one part of me is just super bitter with the fact that A03 writers always write Omori as this villain.

#Phew so yeah #lmao i feel like i didnt answer your question #i kind of went off rails somewhere along the lines #but this is generally how i feel about all of them #so it is my most accurate opinions about them #maybe I'll write a long analysis for each individual characters when im in the mood #QnA with Mango #omori fandom #omori #omori fanart #omori mari #omori sunny #omori aubrey #omori basil #omori hero #omori kel #omori omori #omori sweetheart #omori spaceboy #my art

[harryforvogue]

i was thinking about it and i got to the conclusion that wtss it’s your most powerful piece of work yet. like i love all the others for their own individual reason and subjectively i wouldn’t even say harry and annaliese are my favorite couple (that would be harry and mia lol) but there’s just something sooo special and complete about wtss as a whole. the story telling is so good. the time line of everything. the way we get to know annaliese and harry individually and as a couple. THE WRITING.

i think that because this specific fic is more ptsd and war focused outside of romance there’s just so much more space to write about angst and feelings in such a deeper (or maybe different?) way than there is in This Relationship of Ours for example and you do it SO well!!! and then when it comes to the period romance part of it you slay that as well! I’m specifically fond of the letters harry never sent. there’s something so beautiful and torturous and sweet over the thought of him writing all of these letters with annaliese in mind but also despising himself for thinking of her in such times and thinking she must never see it. it takes a lot of talent to nail these feelings so well and you did it ;(

i think there’s a lot of good fanfiction out there that is REALLY good and has real potential of becoming best seller books but when it comes to it they’re just another story with the same tropes, dynamics and cliches we’ve seen 100 times but wtss is just not that yk. i can actually imagine wtss as a 500k words 50 chapter hard cover book that i’d actually be interested in reading. that people would actually want to see film adaptation of. it’s just THAT good😭

i just fucking CRIED OVER THIS. holy fuck i am speechless

first of all, thank you for even READING wtss, especially given how different it is from harry and mia’s story

secondly, i am ready to die for you so just be prepared for that!!!!! my GOD you got me real good i just. wow that’s just insane!!!!!!!

i think whenever i get messages like this that are so heartfelt and thoughtful, i remember that i really only wrote and practiced writing because of tumblr. cuz nobody really gives a fuck except on here and if i weren’t posting stupid little stories, i never would have enjoyed writing as much as i do, and i don’t think i’d ever get even remotely close to writing wtss.

the first time i tried writing wtss in 2019 failed real bad and so i needed those other stories and blurbs i wrote as a stepping stone to eventually go back to wtss, but there’s no way i wouldn’t have continued writing if it weren’t for people actually READING my stories

you are so so insane for this message and i will always think about it and i love you i love you i love you so fucking bad.

#keep #wtss #harry and annaliese #i just #wow

[fandomn00blr]

Body heat for morristair? 👀

Oooohhh nice one! This is the two of them after finally getting together in Inquisition ten years after they made an old god baby (with obligatory flashback to immediately after making said baby). It would fit really well in Kieran, except that I decided to make poor Alistair suffer a little bit more in that story, so we'll just call it an alternate timeline...

“You don’t have to go,” he says, tentatively. He thinks about reaching for her as she rolls away from him, but she’s already made her way out of the bed and is standing with her back to him.

“You are too warm. And covered in perspiration…” She pulls her shawl back up over her shoulders, covering herself, and reaches for the rest of her clothes on the floor. “And I have often heard your snoring from the other side of camp...”

“I could…stay awake. Until you fall asleep? I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to…I just…thinking about tomorrow…I’m still a bit scared, if I’m being honest. And it would be nice if…”

She turns and gives him a look, then, that tells him comforting him was not to be a part of this so-called life-saving ritual she proposed to him and Solona.

“The ritual will work. One of you will slay the Archdemon, and its soul will pass into…” She glances down at her stomach as if she’s suddenly feeling the full weight of her role in this.

“How do you know?”

“Hmm…?”

“How do you know it’s going to work?”

“It has to…” she murmurs, still staring at her womb.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry, Alistair…” She finally looks back up at him. “There are…things…I must attend to…”

“Can’t I help?”

She shakes her head, smiling with more than that usual tinge of sadness he’s started to notice. And it shouldn’t surprise him at all, this bittersweet refusal — it’s what he agreed to, after all — but it still breaks his heart.

“You should just…try to get some rest,” she says, before turning away from him and hastily pushing her way out through the door.

…

Ten years later, and he’s thought about that conversation so many times. What if he had actually reached for her? Held her? Refused to let her leave? Found the words he was lacking to reassure her instead of looking only to be reassured? Would she have disappeared all the same? Would she have shut him out so completely during her pregnancy and then disappeared again after Kieran was born? Had she wanted him to beg her to stay? To confess his feelings for her, then? Feelings he still has trouble making sense of, other than that he only seems to have ever had them for her…

“You are very warm,” she murmurs into his shoulder.

“Too warm?”

Morrigan shakes her head, reaching an arm over his torso. Her touch sends a shiver through him, cutting through all his post-coital fretting and seeming to force the words right out of his mouth.

“I knew you were scared back then…” he tells her. “I’m sorry I didn’t do anything about it.”

“Hm?”

“The ritual. I could see it. You were just as scared as I was…I wish I would’ve tried harder to convince you to stay. Or to try and find you after you left instead of just…waiting around and feeling sorry for myself. It might not have changed anything, but maybe it wouldn’t have taken us ten years to…”

“Alistair…”

“I threw all my own self-doubt at you and chased you off. And not just that one time, either!”

“You give yourself too much credit.” She chuckles softly, and her breath tickles the sweat-soaked hair on his chest. “I have hardly been blameless in this.”

“What…is this, exactly? Now that we…I mean, are we…?”

“‘Tis…what it has always been. An agreeable arrangement. For the two of us. And our son.”

“Just an ‘arrangement,’ eh?”

She nods into his arm. “I did say it was an agreeable one. Perhaps even moreso now than before?”

“Well, you haven’t heard my snoring yet. I’m sure it’s only gotten worse.”

“I happen to have learned a very useful noise-dampening enchantment in the years since the Blight.”

“Oh, I see…” He cranes his neck to look down at her with a smug grin. “So you’ve been planning for this particular arrangement for a while, then, hmm?”

“Kieran was a very light sleeper as a baby…” she informs him. “And our travels took us to a number of noisy inns.”

Alistair frowns. He is instantly embarrassed he didn’t think of that…and even more ashamed he wasn’t there to help.

“But the thought had occurred to me before asking you to stay tonight.” She smiles against his arm. It is an attempt at reassurance. And surely that means something…in fact, it means quite a bit more than something. It actually means the world to him. “I am sorry, too,” she says. “I was not very good at being afraid, though I certainly was…more often than I ever wished to admit.”

“Are you still?” he asks. “Afraid? Of me or of being a parent or of just…the world ending, as it always seems to be about to do?”

“Are you?”

“Terrified.”

She pushes herself up to get a better look at him, and it is absolutely terrifying — her piercing gaze fixed on him up close like this after all these years of cautious distance…what if she realizes this was a mistake? That there’s too much baggage. He is still the King of Ferelden, after all, married to someone else, however unconventional he and Anora’s arrangement may be. And a Warden. She is still…well, her. Fiercely independent, brilliant, and dead set against being tied down to any one person or cause other than their son. What if she disappears again, or changes her mind about letting him spend more time with Kieran? What if —

Morrigan interrupts his spiraling thoughts with a kiss. And he kisses her back, because it’s more preferable — more agreeable, even — than worrying about everything else. And he lets himself get lost for a moment in the warmth of her lips and the feel of her tongue pressed against his.

But eventually, she pulls back, maybe just to catch her breath. He really hopes it’s just that, because he suddenly feels like they have ten years’ worth of kissing to catch up on.

“Since the Blight, I may have also learned that it is not a weakness to have fears, or to share them with someone else…”

It’s an elegant conclusion to his inelegant neediness which, of course, he can’t just allow to stand on its own. “And you’re sure you’re okay with me being sweaty?” he asks, pulling her back in close against him.

Morrigan rolls her eyes at him in feigned exasperation, but she doesn’t push him away. “I can’t possibly understand why it took me so long to be completely swept off my feet by your charms…”

“You find me and my hot, sweaty body irresistible, and you know it.”

“Indeed,” she snorts.

This was the last one of the Birthentine's prompts I received this year! Thank you for indulging me. These two are sickeningly sweet (most of the time), and I had such a great time sighing over thoughts of sweaty, hairy, snoring Alistair.

#birthentine's prompts #dragon age #alistair #morrigan #morristair #kieran #he's not there don't worry but he's in their thoughts obviously #body heat

[kate1028]

❗️Spoilers for Shadow and Bone Season 2 ❗️

Okay so over the last two days I’ve seen a lot of different opinions on Shadow and Bone Season 2 and honestly I don’t know what to think of it. When I first watched it I just enjoyed it and thought it was pretty cool, apart from the ending there I wasn’t that pleased with it from the beginning. The more I see other opinions, the more unsure I get, because I can understand the criticism and see why people think that, but nonetheless I still don’t think of this season as bad. 

Something I learned over the past year is to accept the books and their movie/ show adaption as two coexisting storylines in the same universe. Therefore with that opinion I watched the show and couldn’t get disappointed. 

I know that some of you were expecting more. Especially with the Crows, but honestly what were you expecting? The show is still called Shadow and Bone, it’s a privilege to even have our Crows in there because in the original books they don’t appear yet. Don’t get me wrong, I love that they are in the show and just do their shit while everyone kind of does something to defeat the Darling while they are just there doing Crow stuff, but still I wasn’t expecting to have their story from the books in there. I was curious in how they will make room for them in the show but I didn’t expect to be anything from the books there. (I already got more than I expected) So on that part I’m pretty satisfied. 

When it comes to the storyline from the Grisha-Trilogy it gets a bit more complicated. The SoC Duology is definitely my favourite and the Grisha- Trilogy my least favourite one from the Grishaverse but I’m still not a big fan of changing too much from books. I get that they needed to cut things out, especially after shoving two books into one season with new characters who didn’t even appeared in the book, but changing the end so drastically? No, I personally don’t approve that. 

About why they were shoving two books in one season the reason probably lies with Netflix. If you think about how many shows got cancelled by Netflix over the past time and then them just getting a second season at first, not already the confirmation of a third one, made them put all of that into one. They wanted to complete the story, but weren’t sure if the show will get another season. A lot of story was missing from the original books (the most I felt was missing the Soldat Sol but also the Apparat) and there will never be a time I won’t be mourning for it but I can see why they made that decision. 

But through that decision some things felt kind of rushed in the show and that maybe makes it hard to understand some things. But maybe I also just feel that way, because I have read the books and know what big story is behind some of those simple scenes. Maybe I also just thought of it being rushed because I was used to everything developing slowly in the books. 

About the characters:

Let’s start with Wylan, because he is my favourite character in the Grishaverse and therefore I’ve been looking forward to see him on screen. Honestly I love the way Jack portrayed Wylan and I think he really is the perfect cast. I could see the Wylan from the book but also Jack’s own version and that fit just perfectly. Without knowing his background story from the books, it might be hard to understand the deeper meaning behind some of the scenes but apart from that he really slayed. He was this little shy and somewhat insecure demolitions expert but still putting up with the others and fitting into the group. About his relationship with Jesper: I will always prefer the books because I’m kind of a sucker for slow- burn but I also liked what happened in the show. Even though it kind of felt like a FanFiction to me (probably because I read a FanFiction ones where they met before and had a One night stand and then met again when Kaz set up the group) I really appreciated that. I might not have been ready for them suddenly making out but I’m here for it. 

I also loved how we got some of Jesper’s background story and the way we got to see more of his powers. 

Kaz was really just himself in that season, really seeking that revenge. I’m not yet sure what to think of it, that they included it already but it was so good. I also loved how we got to see Kaz vulnerable side, his trauma he got from his past (also very cool too that we got his background story) and what that made with him. 

About Inej she really slayed but I still kind of think that her past should be taken a bit more seriously and what actually trauma she got from that (as an example, her also having problems with being touched by others, especially men). 

I also just love that we got the “I will have you without armour or not at all” scene because that was such a precious moment between them. 

About Helnik: I loved how they were in the first season and that really got my hopes up for season two but I got kind of disappointed. I was kind of disappointed, that Matthias was basically in Hellgate all the time, but on the other hand I think it was important for his story if we get a season three, because Matthias time in Hellgate really made something with him. 

When talking about the Grisha-Trilogy characters it’s a bit harder for me to judge. I just read the books ones whereas I read the SoC- Duology more than three times. 

But I felt like the fight Mal and Nikolai had with each other because of Alina wasn’t really there and therefore Alina marrying Nikolai in the end… didn’t really appreciate that but I kind of enjoyed Mal becoming Sturmhond. There was just something so cool about that, I can’t quite put it. Furthermore I kind of think that something about Nikolai’s character was missing, I mean Patrick did an amazing job and I can really see him as Nikolai, I really do, but some of the depth was missing. But maybe I also just feel that way because I’ve read the KoS- Duology and obviously we get a lot more of his character etc there so… 

Back to Mal and Alina for a moment: In the books I really was a Malian shipper, so it kind of hurts that they didn’t got their ending  like they did in the books. Their small and quiet marriage, but like I already said I also enjoy the fact that Mal has become Sturmhond and with him marrying Alina, it wouldn’t have worked. So I don’t know which version I actually prefer….

About Tolya: Hoenstly I don’t remember that much form the books of him, so I won’t comment on it in case I might say something wrong. But what I want to say: I kind of loved how he got kind of pulled into the Wesper relationship and being an advisor to Jesper. 

About Tamar; I also don’t remember that much about her either but a bit more than about Tolya. I loved how she was portrayed in the show. I also loved how we got to see her relationship with Nadia developing in the show, because in the books they suddenly were just together. (Even though I was kind of expecting that, when I read the books. The whole time when they appeared at the same time I was like: They have chemistry and when they kissed I was: Yess.!) But I’m still kind of mad that we didn’t got a kiss because I was hoping for it so much. Just let my lesbians kiss (but if you think about how Netflix treated lesbian shows in the past *cough*) 

What I’m also still mad at that they killed David. Like no, he and Genya were supposed to get married. He died too early (even though there’s still a little bit hope, because there was no body) and I really loved their relationship in the books… 

So generally I don’t really know what to think of the season. I personally enjoyed it quite much but I will always love the books more, they will just be the best. Maybe I also don’t feel that negative about the season because my expectation were quite low, I was prepared for changes and differences so I didn’t even got my hopes up in the beginning. I also think, seeing the show and the books as two coexisting valid storylines in the same universe helps a lot too. 

And in the end it’s nearly impossible that no one gets disappointed when film/ show adaptation of one’s favourite books air because no one imagines the same things and even the characters are seen a little bit different from reader to reader, but that is the beauty of reading books. So in the end we will always get what is most saleable to everyone (including the non-readers who will watch the adaption)… 

Well you’ve reached the end now, if you got that far. Thank you, for getting through that rather long text (:

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #sab season 2 #King of Scars #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #matthias helvar #nina zenik #alina starkov #genya kostyk #david kostyk #tamar kir bataar #malyen oretsev #nikolai lantsov #tolya yul bataar #nadia zhabin #my opinion

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🌌 with Giyuu

Ask game 🌌 [STAR-GAZING] ~ Think of folklore or legends of constellations being images/reincarnations of important figures immortalized in the stars. If your F/O was given/turned into a constellation, what action of theirs would’ve made them get/become one?

I will include some spoilers from the end of the manga so sorry if you haven’t read it yet!

This is such a good one!! Im glad you asked for Giyuu because I think its perfect!!

I think the action that would have put Giyuu into the stars is sparing/saving Nezuko. Because if Giyuu hadn’t spared her then protected her and Tanjiro when Shinobu tried slaying her and put his life on the line at the Hashira meeting, they would have never beat Muzan in the end. He is the one that set the plot going and made such an impactful and crucial decision. Because then Tanjiro’s drive would not be the same if he didnt have his sister by his side to still save. And her being alive and having been able to fight off Muzan’s curse I believe sparked a fire in Tamayo to continue her research and find a cure for Nezuko. And without Tanjiro’s help, because of his love for his sister, he would have never collected enough demon blood for Tamayo to complete her research and cure.

But I don’t think his constellation would have appeared in the sky until after the final battle. Once Muzan and all the demons are defeated. To show that his kindness and understanding payed off and helped humanity survive. Noticing that there was something different with Nezuko and thought she could be the change/solution that humanity needed.

Just imagine star gazing with him. Finally able to go out at night without the fear of lurking demons. Cuddling close to him and pointing up at the sky towards his constellation. Maybe even a few years later, going out at night with your kid(s) and showing them their father in the sky. Saying how he changed the course of humanity and got himself a spot in the sky 😭💗💓

#which is so fitting for him bc he’s an Aquarius!!! #and aqua is the humanitarian and seeing the bigger picture #and bc of that they could make so many good changes in thw world #and he was just so important for the plot advancing the way it did!! 😭 #GIYUU IS SO IMPORTANT AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HES SO PRECIOUS!!!!💗💗💗 #crimsonkenjii answers