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#probably gonna do it for the rest of the characters i drew bc i can
beatcroc · 1 month
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a year!!! as of today i have now been drawing these funny little pizza freaks, to the exclusion of almost everything else, for!!! an entire year!!! i wanted to do a nice group shot/lineup of everybody to compare to when i first started trying to draw them because oh boy were they bad. i never even posted most of them anywhere because they were so bad. but im posting them here, now, to see how everything's changed/evolved.
this is probably the hardest time i've ever had trying to figure out how to work with a style, but we got there eventually; i'm pretty happy with the handle i've got on everybody now...dont let ur memes be dreams. lots of unimportant journaling and idle thoughts abt it below.
older pics
the first one is the VERY first time i drew them, before i thought i was going to actually have any interest in drawing them [lmao]; it was just the one isolated image, for my friendserver, to illustrate the funney message, so there was no attempt to make it Good or actually understand anything going on w/ the designs or style.
second is the original run of practices sketches to start trying to figure them out for real; done after i started having ideas for the comics and such and realized oh god maybe i am actually gonna draw fanart for this. [again, lol, and lmao.]
third one is the first pt art thing i posted on here. there were a couple weeks of sprite studies between this one and the previous image. the one on the top right wasn't part of that post i just threw it on as space filler; i'd intended to shift to doing Sprite Redraws But Stylized to explore tings more, but that was the only one i did. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
individual characters
peppino: by far the hardest dear god. bro what ARE your shapes how DOES your face work. jesus christ. everything i have trouble with this style for, peppino has it in excess. i draw in polygons! i need consistency! and that is the last thing this kind of style is concerned with. they are made of squarshy clay and i do not understand how to mold them. i was really hoping trying to learn this game's style would GIVE me that kind of flexibility for fun exaggerated facial expression but i don't think much came of it in the end 😔. anyway on the bright side all this means once i got peppino figured out a little bit everybody else clicked way easier.
fake peppino: honestly i never did anything with him on purpose except for how his eyes work + the perma-smile thing. i figured ok hes supposed to look weird and off model so whatever happens with him happens. and it did. and it kept happening. it is still, in fact, happening.
noise/ette: somehow, for every bit that peppino was the least natural thing i've ever tried, these two worked pretty much right off the bat. i still don't understand it, seeing as pretty much all the things at play for peppino are also at work for them. i think the new sketches are actually a little worse than older ones but not enough that i care.
gustavo: really funny bc i drew him on model twice and just went 'okay, cool nice, easy, um. he doesn't have any fucking legs?' fortunately he was the only one i had a strong idea for how to stylize him [square] and it worked exactly as i was hoping so wahoo.
brick: is an animal and therefore 5000x easier and more natural for me to draw/stylize than anything else in the cast. that is Just a rat bro. i can draw a rat.
gerome: i think the funniest one here. the most drastic and least necessary change imo. i was gonna have him be really small at first, like smaller than the noises, but then i just... didn't. he's just peppino-sized now. also i gave him like. actual human facial structure, which is funny bc in most cases i'd do anything to avoid, but it works well for his being A Rock to give him some angles and definition like that+ to differentiate his vibe from the rest of the cast who are all very squishy. also since he is essentially Just A Head it's good to emphasize that too ig.
john: i only drew john a couple times but he gets to be here because i like him. and because most of the stuff i applied to gerome was readily applicable to john, though i did try to keep him a little more uncanny because he is a Huge And Lanky Freak. i hate that he is barefoot btw but idk how to make his color balance look right with shoes.
pizzahead: i did not want to put him on here honestly but i Have drawn him a handful of times and more importantly i didn't know what i was gonna do with john's pose if i didn't have him there to be glared at. the only thing that's different with him is giving him wider-bottomed pants, which i got from when i tried to draw these guys in clone high style [i never posted that one either][i will eventually]
snick: he gets to be here because 1. he's like 6 lines 2. i like him and 3. ive scribbled him a few times offhand and it went pretty well
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there are some guys missing because those are guys i didn't draw enough [or at all] to have gotten comfortable with them. sorry
i would have Liked to shade these but for the time being i have accepted that my grasp of light/shadow has decayed to the point im not going to be happy with anything i try there, so For Now i am working on my presentation with flats i guess. gerome has a shadow only because he's shaded like that ingame and looks naked without it
anyway if you are still reading [hi?] i get to shamelessly plug now. i'm over the hill of my pizza run now, and while i still have plenty of things i want to make here, most of the bigger more in-depth ones have passed. pizza tower was the first thing in THREE YEARS to get me out of my oc groove to doing fanart, and once i am done with my ideas here i will be going right back to it. if you like my art or how i write characters/interactions you should check out my oc/webcomic blog @jamverse . i can't promise people who like pizza stuff will be terribly into my designs, but i can guarantee i treat my guys with the exact same sort of tone i handle the pt guys with. and hell, i've mentioned it a few times before, but like 70% of my characterization for fake pep is just copied off one of my characters, so if u are going to miss him... he will still be there in spirit >;p
and if you dont care about any of that and are still reading thank you anyway. actually making these comics + seeing how shockingly well-received they've been has done a lot for my confidence, and for seeing that my kind of stuff IS something people enjoy :')
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ambyandony · 8 days
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Ok so what ive done is i've pre-typed monster au Narancia's profile, and then i pre-typed Abbacchio's, Mista's and Trish's. I've also pre-typed the profiles for Doppio, Diavolo and Tiziano because those are the ones I already had profiles for from the first time i made monster AU profiles. For La Squadra, I made a profile for Formaggio, but then I never continued that original set of profiles because they fucking sucked.
So I will probably hold a vote to see who people want to see after i've posted the rest of team Buccellati + Trish; I can either post Doppio and Diavolo after Trish, I can post Tiziano and Squalo because I'm obsessed with them and their species lore is super interesting, or I can start on La Squadra bc they appear before all those other guys. I'll do Zucchero and Sale if people really want but I have like 0 read on their characters.
The Bucci gang profiles were ORIGINALLY supposed to be in order that they joined the gang according to backstories, except Giorno was 1st because he's the main character. but then I accidentally drew Fugo 2nd when Buccellati was supposed to be 2nd. And then I said I was going to draw narancia next instead of abbacchio. so whoops. The orders gonna end up being Giorno > Fugo > Buccellati > Narancia > Abbacchio > Mista > Trish. All I need to do is draw the pictures now.
The La Squadra set of profiles will be roughly in order of appearance. by which i mean in order of arc but I don't know where to put gelato and sorbet. Unless people really want me to do one of them way sooner it will probably be Formaggio > Illuso > Prosciutto > Pesci > Melone (unfortunately) > Ghiaccio > Risotto
I also have profilettes in reserve for Jotaro and Koichi
Note: I will not be doing a profile for Polpo because whatever the fuck is going on with that guy is far beyond even my comprehension as the creator and primary monster researcher. also because i dont like him. I will eventually be forced to draw Cioccolata and Secco but I will be putting them off for as long as possible because i get irrationally violent when I see Cioccolata and it's really not good for my blood pressure
in other unrelated news i think i might have ocd
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danihelman-art · 3 years
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Look Mom! I’ve improved
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lilacsandwhiskey · 3 years
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Hiiii can I request a drew rough smut, they have to film an intense make out for there characters but then bc of covid drew and reader have to quarantine together but there’s to much sexual tension force him to handle
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Method Acting
Pairing: Drew Starkey x actress!reader
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smut (my first drew smut pls don’t look at me i’m embarrassed), m/f, language
You grab Drew’s hands, letting a shaky breath escape your lips. “This doesn’t change how I feel about you, Rafe.” This was the moment Rafe admits everything to your character, his love interest in the newest season.
“You’re the only one who sees me, for me. You see past it all. I know I’m fucked in the head. I know I am. I’ll be better for you.” Drew is tugging you towards him, burying his face in your neck. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He mutters. “I love you, Rafe.” You respond.
Drew is pulling his mental notes out of his back pocket as he slowly kisses from your neck up to your lips. When his lips meet yours, he applies the passion that you can only wish for without the cameras. His hands find home on your body, one behind your head, the other on the small of your back, pulling you up to towards him.
You think of how in character Drew is at this point, but how you are pouring all of your admiration for this man into this scene. The friendship that the two of you had grew into was arguably a little bit less than more than friends.
You’d find yourself over at his place, drinking a little bit too much, pouring out each other’s life stories. He’d brush the hair out of your face as if it was something he was supposed to do. His hand would find comfort around your waist when hanging out with your friends.
Every bit of that was being poured into this kiss right now. Drew is pushing you back on the bed, using his knee to push apart your legs for his leg to rest there. His body is hovered over your own as he lets out a small groan, your stomach in knots. His lips move slowly from your lips down to your neck. Placing small kisses on your shoulder, his hand moves to play with the ends of your hair before kissing the top of your chest. And cut. Scene over. Every fantasy you’d ever dreamed of - that’s as far as it’s going to get.
Drew helps you off the bed, smiling and giving you a high five. A damn high five. “We’re pretty great partners, huh?” Drew tugs you along with him to get water. “Just the best.” You reply before taking a much needed drink.
Later that evening, you find yourself sitting on his couch, knees pulled to your chest and script in front of you. Drew and you had been spitting out lines for the past hour and you were finding yourself fairly tired. Something about the wine and the existence of the boy next to you caused the lines to blur and your body to desperately seek rest.
“I should probably head back to my place.” Your apartment was only a couple of floors down, but it seemed like miles right now. “You’re not gonna stay here tonight?” Drew asks. It’s not what it sounds like, truly. If only it was.
There’d been several times you’d stay at his and he’d stay at yours, or you’d even stay at the others places like this. You’d just get too caught up in shenanigans and Drew was lucky enough to have another bedroom unoccupied, unlike you. “Fine.” You finally reply, rolling your eyes. Just as you stand up, both of your phones are going off with a group text from the director.
Hello everyone. Sorry for the late text, but I do have some unfortunate news. We had a crew member test positive today, someone who started experiencing symptoms earlier this evening. They went for a test and unfortunately the rapid is positive. Because of the prolonged contact with each other, we are making the decision to quarantine. With that being said, we do ask that if you are around someone during this quarantine period that you stay only directly with that person or group. This is so anyone who may test positive can stay isolated and cause no further exposure. I trust you all will be careful during this time. Please reach out if you need anything, if you experience symptoms, etc. We are here for you! Stay well.
The two of you look at each other and groan. “Okay, well maybe I do need to head to my room tonight then.” You say, cleaning up your dish from the coffee table. Drew frowns, running his hand through his hair.
“Wait, I have an idea.” Drew perks up, walking towards you. “Just stay here!” Your head whips around to face him. “What?” “Just stay here! Come on, ultimate method acting. We’re supposed to eventually live together anyway, let’s get into character with it.” “You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head, rinsing your dish off.
“We’re best friends, we’re together all the time anyway. Trust me, I’ll get bored all by myself here. You’ll have your own room and space. Lets do it. What could go wrong?”
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What could go wrong?
Boy, did he eat those words.
Drew attempted at all costs to downplay the feelings he’d developed for you. So much so that everyone could see it but the two of you, and he’d shut them down quickly just saying, “that’s what best friends do.”
Drew was kicking himself just days into quarantine with you, trying to recall who thought it’d be a good idea asking the girl he’d been fawning over for a while now to move in for two weeks. Oh yeah, it was him.
Drew sat in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone as he sipped on the coffee he’d brewed only minutes ago. His heart skipped a beat when he heard the door open to the extra room, revealing none other than you in an oversized t-shirt, covering up the tiny shorts you were sporting. Hair in a quick bun, only glasses accessorizing your face - and this boy thought he was going to explode at the simplicity of your beauty.
“Morning.” You grumble, attempting to pull a mug out of the cabinet. “Why do you put the most important things in the highest places?” You joke, about to climb on the counter when Drew’s fall stature comes over you, grinning down at you as he simply sweeps a mug out of the cabinet and sets it on the counter. “Go sit down, sleepyhead. I got it.” He bumps your hips to go join the small table while he makes your coffee just how you like it.
He clinks the spoon on the edge of the cup before laying it on the neatly folded paper towel next to the sink. He sets it down in front of you, watching you take the first sip to make sure he did it just right. “You always hit the spot.” You say, letting a content sigh escape your lips. This only drives Drew to insanity, thinking of how he knows he could always hit the spot and how these thoughts are pure filth and he needs a shower.
Drew picks up his cup of coffee, letting it slide down his throat in a hurry, letting the burn fills his insides as he stands up abruptly and makes his way to the sink. “I’m going to shower.” He announces, not daring to make eye contact with you. “Oh… Okay? I was going to ask if you’d want to run lines this morning.” “Uh, sure. Let me just shower first.” He says, running into his room to grab clothes before closing the door and locking it behind him.
You sit on the couch, changed into fresh clothes as you had showered last night before going to bed. You dressed in simple leggings and a tight crop top, sitting cross-legged, engulfed in the scent of the candle you lit and the script in front of you.
Drew walks out, joggers hugging his hips, no shirt, and using his towel to ruffle his hair once more. “Sorry, just wasn’t feeling well.” Drew says, coming over to you. He gives you a smile and does the thing that makes your heart skip a beat - he moves your hair behind your ear. You shake your head at him. “Feeling better?” “Much.”
He throws his towel in the dirty clothes before taking his spot on the couch next to you. He runs his fingers through his wet messy hair, water droplets decorating his very much bare chest. You catch yourself staring at the way his body moves forward, his arms perfectly fit, as he reaches under the coffee table for his script.
When he looks towards you, he only smirks before asking where you’re at in the script. You feel a blush creep up to your cheeks as you shake your head and the both of you prepare for the scene in front of you.
Drew feels his heart flutter at the thought of you choosing to start at yet another make out scene. Are you doing this on purpose or is he looking too much into it? Drew situates himself across from you. “I think we really need to practice so we’re not deers in headlights day of.” Drew remarks. “I agree.” You take a slow easy breath as he gives you a reassuring smile. “You’re great, nothing to be nervous about.”
This scene is after the two of you escape the cops together, you’ve been keeping Rafe protected and hidden at all costs. The two of you at this point are supposed to be entering a random motel room. “We’re going to get caught if you keep going out like this.” You start. “I know, I know, baby, I’m sorry. I had to.” “Sorry doesn’t cut it anymore, Rafe. I love you but I am putting everything that I am on the line for you. Can’t you appreciate that?” Your voice gets louder, breaking at the words. “I’ve put my entire life on the line for everyone! Can’t you see that?” Drew argues, Rafe’s roughness compared to Drew’s usual gentleness spews out. “But at the end of the day, fuck me, right? If I’m not your dad, then I am nothing. I am doing this for you. I have spent every last penny to board us up in these damn motels for you to do something so selfish and almost blow our cover. I’m sick of it and I’m sick of you!” Your chest moves up and down, looking at Drew who’s eyes meet your own.
“You don’t mean that.” Drew croaks out. “You love me. I love you. We’re supposed to be endgame, remember?” “Then start acting like it, Rafe Cameron. Because I’m tired of feeling like this.” Drew moves closer to you on the couch, noting that the two of you would be on a bed when the time came for this scene. Drew holds his arms out, you falling into them. “I’ll be better, for you.” You nod into his embrace, feeling your heart erupt being in Drew’s arms without the cameras rolling.
“Should we…” Drew insinuates the next move in the script. You let out a small laugh, breaking the tension that has occurred between the two of you due to that precious conversation in the script.
Drew repeats the line. “I’ll be better, for you.” While pushing you back enough to capture your lips in his own. His lips are minty, fresh from him getting ready just minutes before. His skin is warm on yours, your hand finding his bare chest as you carefully scratch your nails against it.
Drew deepens the kiss, letting a small moan leave his lips as your kiss his bare skin. Drew mentally curses himself, hoping you’ll take that as acting. But this feels too real. Every kiss, every look of reassurance. There’s no cameras around to capture this moment and though this was supposed to be strictly acting, both of you aren’t foolish enough to pretend this is fake.
And that’s when the next words slip out of your lips with no resistance. “I want you.” Those three words encourage Drew to kiss you harder until he recognizes… that’s not your next line.
“That’s not in the script.” Drew whispers. “I know.” You say shyly. Drew pulls back, his eyes meeting your own. He can see the nervousness in your eyes from your simple yet bold statement. “Are you- are you sure?” Drew feels like his heart is going to be right out his chest. You nod your head, only for Drew to kiss you, whispering in your ear. “I need to hear you say it’s okay, sweetheart.” “Yes, yes, Drew. I’m sure.”
Drew swiftly stands up, using his arms to hoist you around his waist, where you wrap your legs around him. The both of you grin into the next kiss, both in shock that this is happening. Every admiration for each other, all of the adoration the two of you felt for each other, was being poured into this single moment without the cameras rolling, with two very vulnerable people ready to explore this next step.
Drew carefully keeps you in his arms, your lips never disconnecting as he finds the door to his room, only kicking it behind him before gently laying you on the bed. “You are so, so beautiful.” Drew says above a whisper. Your hands interlock behind his head, pulling him down to you as you play with his hair.
Drew’s hands meet the bottom of your shirt, tugging to take it off. The two of you part long enough for him to sweep it over your head, your hair left in a disheveled mess over your face only causing the two of you to giggle. Drew pushes your hair out of your face, but takes notice of the beauty in front of him. His eyes take over your body, his arm now behind you and unhooking the clasp to your bra.
When he pulls the bra away, his breath is caught in his throat, only causing him to dive right to your neck to leave sweet, sloppy kisses. He trails down to chest, one hand massaging your breast gently. His other hand is trailing down your side as he stops right at the waistband of your leggings. “May I?” Drew looks up at you with longing eyes, a smile playing on his lips. “Yes.”
His mouth moves back up to your lips and his hands toy with the fabric right below your stomach, sweeping his hand further down into your pants just to find out how wet you are for him. Drew feels himself growing even harder at the thought that you are this turned on for him. You’re sensitive to his touch, and the moment his finger meets your clit, you’re a moaning mess. Drew swallows your moans with deep kisses as he works magic with his fingers.
“So wet for me. So good for me.” He praises in your ear. “Drew.” “Yes, sweetheart?” “I need you in me.” You speak with confidence. “Are you sure?” “Yes, please. I need you.” You whine beneath him. Drew lets out a shaky breath, excitement, infatuation, adoration, every feeling and emotions has captured him.
He reaches into his nightstand, pulling out a small point packet as you shimmy out of your leggings, putting yourself on display for him.
Drew hovers over you, slipping his dick through your folds before slowly slipping into you. The both of you gasp at the entrance, you holding on tightly to his shoulders. “Oh my…” Drew moans, his full length inside of you. “Are you okay?” Drew whispers. You say yes, giving him the go ahead.
Drew places on hand behind your hand, the other holding his weight at the side of your head. Drew is neat with strokes at the beginning, grunts leaving the back of his throat as sweat gathers at his forehead. The two of you sing your own song with moans, and the way you sound beneath him only drives him insane. Those once neat strokes have turned messy, hitting your sweet spot each and every time.
Drew feels you clench around him. “Drew, I’m there, I’m there.” Tears fill your eyes as you come around him, only making his body convulse harder into yours. With one final stroke, Drew is releasing himself with a loud moan of your name, with a string of curses following.
His body collapses onto yours, both of your rapidly breathing and attempting to come down from your euphoric high. Your fingers toy with the hair at the back of his neck as he lays sweet kisses on your chest. He slowly pulls out, disposing of the condom and bringing you a wet wash cloth. He helps clean you up before joining you in his own bed.
He looks over at you, a sight for sore eyes. Your cheeks are red, eyes glossy. Your lips are full and plump, red. Your bare chest is still slightly heaving deeply. The absolute woman of his dreams, the woman he has been crushing on so hard, is laying next to him. Your eyes meet his own. “Method acting, huh?” You breath out. Drew grins. “You’re ridiculous.” Drew props his head up with his elbow, his hand meeting the bare skin of your stomach as he absentmindedly rubs your skin. “I think there’s some conversations to be had, Mr. Starkey.” You give him a wide smile. “I think so too, sweetheart.”
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alycosworld · 3 years
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HELLOOOOO<3 “💕” anon!!!o(≧v≦)o I’m really excited since my bday is coming up!!! [uk that alr LOL] anyways my request will be below as always!
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so i was wondering if u could do hc’s for a few characters? i actually dont know if u have a character limit so I’ll just request 3! if its too much u can actually remove some:) also if u want feel free to add on more characters if u like! so basically thoma,baal and childe [seperate] x NB!reader and its the readers bday!:D how would they celebrate for reader? also idk if u r comfy in doing female characters so if u would like u can just remove baal:) vv fluffy please<3
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tysm for this<3 hope u dont mind writing for girls! I’m non-binary actually but i was born in a girls body LOL- also if u wanna make it GN so everyone can read it go ahead! drink water and get rest! only do this if u want!
Thoma, Baal, Kaeya, Beidou and Childe on the Reader's Birthday!
A/N: yes!! ofc I write for women and I have no character limit, it'll just take more time the more characters you want. for anyone who's curious or wants to request, I have a list of things that I won't write and women are not on that list! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💕 (who is changing their emoji to 🧸 I believe just so everyone is aware) LOVE YOU SO MUCH TY FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!
I added on kaeya and beidou bc I love themmm and my siblings simp for them and I don't have much character diversity so far hehe. also I haven't done baal's story quest so I'm sorry if she's a little ooc.
Thoma:
my man is ready and raring to go on the days leading up to your birthday. He's planned something. It doesn't matter what he has to do, he's doing it.
he's already asked Ayaka if he could take a few days off to get things ready and she is so supportive she even helps him.
HE HAS CONTACTS
if you want something that's super rare and expensive and practically impossible to acquire, you best believe he's calling in all his favours and getting whatever the fuck you want.
he baked your cake with his own two hands and it is nothing short of perfection. he made you a card and he wrote you a beautiful heartfelt message and drew a lil picture of you (that's really just a stick figure but APPRECIATE THE EFFORT)
if you wanted to go out, he took you everywhere you wanted and treated you to a meal, making sure everyone you saw remembered to wish you a happy birthday.
if you felt like staying inside, he threw you your own little party for two and did whatever your wanted - sleeping, dancing, singing, art, cooking, literally anything.
he was at your beck and call all day. normally he serves the shirasagi himegimi, now he's serving you not like he doesn't already do everything you say
to summarise, he loves you with his whole heart and will do anything to make your day extra special 🥺🥺
Baal
"It's beloved's birthday soon? Oh...I suppose I should make a few preparations..."
Proceeds to invade your home while you're out and orders people around to make everything fucking perfect
It's incredible once you ignore the trespassing and you can't help but fall in love with her even more.
she's decorated your home with traditional birthday decorations and everything is just the way you'd like it - although it's very to the letter, almost like she was reading a manual while getting people to prepare things...
as soon as you ask her about it, she crumbles. she wasn't sure how to go about it exactly so she asked Yae but omitted your name to avoid getting teased, hence receiving very general birthday advice.
ITS STILL BEAUTIFUL THO SHE TOOK MOST OF YOUR LIKINGS INTO ACCOUNT JUST SAY YOU LOVE IT ALREADY
she wouldn't be too willing to leave or go outside because people will talk, but if you wish it, it shall be.
she bought you whatever you wanted plus a lil something extra as a token of her appreciation of your existence. maybe a decorative object that reminded her of you - she might be even customised it to add a personal touch
all in all, she loves you eternally and she's gonna make sure you know it every year on your special day
Childe
we all know that this menace is a money machine, right?
THIS MAN SPENT ALL HIS MORA ON YOU AND NOBODY SO MUCH AS QUESTIONED IT - HIS DEVOTION IS PROMINENT
you woke up and he presented you with your first gift. at breakfast, he cooked you a whole fucking feast. the rest of the morning, he took you out and let you pick whatever you want from multiple stores and gave you another gift. at lunch, he bought you another 50 fucking course meal
the evening, however, he spent a little more intimately.
you got to cut your three-tier cake and open the rest of your presents at home before he let you enjoy the day however you wanted, similarly to Thoma.
he did whatever you wanted - it was your birthday after all.
he made sure you knew that you were loved and appreciated and expressed how happy he is that you were born and that you're in his life.
oh, and to make up for lovingly hogging you all day, he threw you a party with all your loved ones the day after to make sure everyone got their chance to celebrate your day.
Kaeya Alberich
"Oh? Is it darling's birthday already? I'll have to take the day off to make things extra special..."
kaeya, every day is a day off for you stfu
Mr Alberich really sets aside the tension between him and his brother to ask if he can borrow Angel's Share for a lil party. Using his smooth tactics, he eventually gets Diluc to cave
(basically, Kaeya just ranted how much he loved you and wanted to make things special and Diluc fucking gave up hehe)
He got Jean, Lisa, Amber, Diluc, Venti, Fischl, Bennett, Diona, Klee, Albedo, Sucrose, Barbara, Eula, Mona, Noelle, Razor, Rosaria and all your friends and family to agree to come to Angel's Share and enjoy a night of fun and (Y/N) appreciation.
On your actual birthday, he spent the morning in bed with you, talking about how much he loved you and shamelessly flirting with you before making breakfast.
You spent the morning and most of the afternoon walking around town and enjoying yourselves, allowing the townsfolk to wish you a happy birthday.
and Kaeya convinced you into joining him at Angel's Share in the evening, only to be pleasantly surprised by the people singing happy birthday and the confetti that flew around the room.
this man is lovestruck - if you let him spoil you any longer, you'd probably collapse of over appreciation (and excessive flirty one-liners hehe)
Beidou
my girl beidou? she went all out for you, there's literally a 0.00 percent chance you don't enjoy what she had planned.
You spent your day with her walking around Liyue Harbour, doing everything you wanted.
You listened to storytellers, bought various items like fireworks and sparklers and ate good food, just enjoying each other's company until the evening arrived.
Beidou just dragged you away, making sure you closed your eyes the whole time until you reached your destination.
When you opened your eyes, you couldn't believe it - you were on the Cruz Fleet, surrounded by her crew and all your loved ones.
As soon as you stepped on, the ship leisurely sailed off into the night like some fairytale and you got to enjoy a moonlit sail, as cheesy as it sounds.
It was slow and you allowed yourself to savour the way the ships's lanterns reflects and glittered on the water a long with the moon.
You were surrounded by everyone you cared about and everyone who cared about you (but some of the crew drank a little too much in celebration of your birth hehe)
Beidou just wants you to know how much she and everyone else loves you and wants you to know that she is glad you exist <3
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sly-merlin · 3 years
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Chewy peaches |• jung jaehyun
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Characters : thief! Reader x stranger! Jaehyun
Words :2.1k (1.8k smut)( rest is drama)
Genre : erotica. Just filth. One night stand. No attachment between characters but a sweet surprise at the end.
Warning: dom! jaehyun, lip biting, slight choking(jaehyun’s throat), jae has a shoulder biting kink?, aftercare(it’s a warning yes), oral(female receiving), restraining her hands behind her back, unprotected sex(stunt not to be performed irl). Him being sweet and dubblabblabblah. he calls her chewy bcs of her bubble ass
Summary: you. Him. A bar and a room.
a/n: @lofied muafii meri jaan. Your soulmate is also a slowmate. Accept this birthday gift muah muah.~happy birthday to you~
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As soon as you both entered the room, jaehyun had you caged in his arms against the door, lips fervently finding yours in a fiery yet soft kiss as if you both were some long lost lovers. Except you were not. You had found him or rather he had discovered you while you were busy messily executing your even messy dance moves against bodies of strangers. A look at him and you had decided you wanted him to shake your core up with the same intensity his gaze followed you with. A drink with him had transformed into five and now you couldn't wait to be under him, ready to forget about your life for a little while with the handsome stranger.
Cupping your chin with his three fingers, his tongue traced your luscious lower lip and your hands gripped his shirt a little too tightly.
"I don't like strawberries." He bit your lip, his crude fingertips running over the edge of your jaw.
"Yet here you are. Dying to devour me" looking at his demanding eyes, your tongue forced itself into his mouth and very gratefully, he let it in. His unsteady hands found your ass as your hungry tongues danced with each other without any tune. Throaty gasps resounded in the small room of the bar and reached your somewhat deaf ears.
He sounded like heaven and you wanted to hear more of him.
Slowly tracking your hand up his chest to the throat, your middle finger softly pressed itself there, earning a hiccupped gasp from him.
"Fuck.do it again."
Caging his throat in your hand, this time your thumb did the deed and he hiccupped again but whined when you removed your fingers completely to run them over his cheeks.
"Don't wanna kill you before you ruin me, pretty boy."
He chuckled against your detached lips and took the breathing time to focus on the curves of your ass but your tight dress didn’t give him the access he wanted. looping your arms around his neck, he ran his fingers on your inner thighs and in one swift motion, pulled your dress upto your waist, freeing your lower half of the restraining cloth. Your legs shivered at the sudden lack of coverage and your thighs hugged each other.
“I like your chewy butt.” He chuckled deeply, squeezing and releasing your ass cheeks multiple times, clearly enjoying himself too much.
“and can you sell me your lips?” biting his lip once, you managed to catch a strained whine from him. studying his eyes blazing with desire, you kissed him again minus the teasing.
“You are tasty,” he commented, pulling you closer. Your breasts were now enfolded under your dress, ready to pop out at any chance given. You moaned into his mouth when his fingers, ghosting over the string of your thong, jammed into the material to touch your wetness from behind. Your folds shuddered at the soft pats he fingers gave, your stomach and abdomen tightening to glorify his ministrations. Your lips buzzed at the foreign sensation breaching your insides and you tugged at his nape.
Humming, he croaked out, “jump”
With a push of your heels, your legs ended up encircling his belted waist but as he jerked his thumb towards your hole and as a result, your lips slipped from his due to the sensitiveness, head falling on his shoulder, breathlessly.
“you look so deprived” you felt his chest vibrating.
He moved you towards the bed, fingers still buried in your underwear. Tossing you on the single bed, his fingers left you throbbing and he didn’t waste any second in stripping away the useless material. Soon, your heels were discarded too.
“you are dripping woman.” he voiced his thought. “fingers or lips?” he breathed and you cursed loudly at him for giving you such a hard choice.
“I thought I already told you!” you snapped and he let out a harsh breath before settling himself between your legs, parting them ever so slightly. He lowered his head to blow at your clit and you felt yourself floating as your back arched itself, giving him more of you.
He spread his tongue over your heat to lick it in one go before sucking at your folds with his skilful lips. your breathy, needy gasps harmonising with his lips were sinuous enough to create knots in your stomach. You kept cursing and he heed none, instead inserted his two fingers into your cunt. His mouth and fingers synced together, turning your legs jelly and your lower body puddle under the pressure.
"Don't stop"
His fingers just brushed against your g-spot, not reaching it properly but it did it for you.
“I’m close jae” you whimpered his name that he had introduced himself with. by now, your short dress was feeling like an adhesive, clingy and annoyingly sticky.
He said nothing, just increased his pace and the very next second, you hips buckled and you coated his chin and hands with your cum, earning groans from him.
He panted, gazing at your fucked up body, mentally patting himself for what he had done to you.
"Relax" he mouthed.
With the back of your hand, you cleaned the sweat off your forehead before closing your legs to save yourself from the sudden cold.
“you did good.” He said and right when you thought he was leaving already, he started undressing himself in front of you. as your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, you gawked at him, teething your lip once again.
His godly built was exposed to you as he unbuttoned his black shirt, unbuckled his belt and liberated his hips. You thought you heard a jingle and your mind automatically went to your bag which was probably lying on the floor near the door but when you saw his freed member being pumped in his hand, the haze returned to ground your eyes on him.
“you good?” he asked, hopping on the bed, hovering over your body again.
“want more.” Voice mirroring the mess you were, you tried to push your back, hand reaching for his cock but he laid you down again.
“I’m short on time, chewy. Maybe some other day.” Bobbing his head to the side, he chuckled before dropping his face to nibble on your ear. You giggled at the tickle.
“then stop playing.”
Hearing your serious tone, he straightened his back, eyes suddenly darkening.
Hurriedly ridding you of your dress and the bra, his hands moulded your breasts, eliciting nervous gasps from you.
“do you have any plans of fucking me or is your dick just for show?” you groaned. He threw his hands up in the air and clicked his tongue when you whined at the lack of attention.
He seemed like a silent lover, you wondered but before you could think any further, his hands on your hands turned your around, hoisting your ass up in the air. with your face squished down, you tried to create a balance with your elbows but he grabbed your hands to tuck them beside you.
“don’t move too much or it might hurt.” folding your wrists into his one palm, his knees drew your one thigh apart, inserting his full length into you without any further remark. Your jaw clenched feeling him plugging you from behind.
You couldn’t see him but the grunt he let out while adjusting himself made you lightheaded just by visualising his contorted face.
“tell me to stop whenever you want but I doubt your poor pussy would want that now.”
You roughly pushed yourself on his dick in answer and with a bursting ego, he started ramming with rubbishly fast pace.
“you like it rough?hmm?” driving his hips, he penetrated your hole in uncalculated rhythm. He kept grunting and rambling before he stopped but only to lean into your trembling body. Placing a quick kiss on your back, he moved further to bite on shoulder, receiving an ear piercing hiss from you.
“what the fuck are you doing dickhead?” breathing out of control, you choked out.
“leaving my mark.”
“don't eat my shoulder then!.” he chuckled at your frustrated tone and futile attempt at fucking yourself on his dick.
Ignoring your incoherent words that followed, he released your one arm to let you ease your pulsating cunt. Rubbing at your clit, you moaned louder than before but the pillow muffled some noises for you. Contrary to his crazy hips, his hand on the softness of your ass was warm and sweet.
“I'm close, princess.”
You heard him mumbling but your head wasn’t ready to form any words so you just whimpered some pleas.
“don’t stop. Right there. I think I’m gonna-
For the second time that night, your orgasm blurred your surroundings. He left your hand and grunted loudly before filling and warming you with his cum. Releasing your waist, he let you fall on the bed softly and your mouth instantly opened with relief. He pulled himself out and busied himself with admiring your glinting self.
“you are more insane in bed” he whispered, blowing kisses on your shoulders. You hummed again as his hands rotated you to face him. brushing your sweaty hair aside, he kept mumbling to you.
“we need to get up chewy. I don’t like this bed too much.” you tried to chuckle but a tired sigh betrayed you. He giggled before your sore arms got his attention and he began massaging them to soothe the ache. Your eyes fluttered shut at the gesture and it felt like eternity after which he got up.
you opened your eyes after a few minutes to find Jaehyun locking his belt in place.
“wait for me dickhead.”
“I ain't going anywhere without you chewy.” You grimaced at the ridiculous name.
Raising yourself up, you hooked your bra and were looking for your dress when a cotton cloth met with your face.
“you are all sweaty.” He laughed for the nth time at you and you couldn't understand why he found your existence so amusing. His considerate hands cleaned your face delicately, dressed you up and with the same hurry, pulled you to your feet, his actions getting weirder with each passing second.
“I’m not stopping you if you wanna go. Stop treating me like a doll,” he winced at you screech.
“no, you are coming with me.” Saying that , he placed his hand in his back pocket and everything that happened after had your jaw dropping on the floor, especially when he opened his mouth,
“y/n aka yves, you are under arrest for stealing the paintings last week.” Unfolding the cuffs, he forced your wrist into it. “Hello,I'm Officer Jung Jaehyun, a new transfer." grasping the adjoining cuff, he addressed your dumbfounded figure again, “you are going with me. To jail and if you don’t wanna flash yourself to all the officers there, I can get you a decent complementary pajama before that” The wink he shot and the way your code name had rolled off his tongue had your blood boiling and you tugged at your wrist harshly, protesting to this act.
“so you people now fuck your criminals before arresting them? and I don’t see a lady police officer here so you better open this before I start screaming.” Exasperated, you sternly said.
“so I guess you don’t want a change of clothes then. lemme call my colleague, she’ll be here in like 5 minutes.” He smiled menancily.
You threw your head back as the realisation dawned over you. There was no choice but to go!
“now a woman can’t even fuck without having to worry about being arrested!” you screamed at his face, stomping your foot on the floor.
“lets go chewy. Your new home is waiting for you.”
He let out a mirthless laugh before dragging you through the back door.
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“we just arrested her like three hours ago! How can she run away so easily.” Sending the files to the ground, jaehyun raked his hands through his hair, crying out loud at his juniors.
“we do-don’t know sir. she also left a note in her cell.”
“HOW THE HELL SHE GOT A PAPER NOW?”
“like she got keys!” another officer spoke.
“What does the note say?”
As the officer read the words, Jaehyun felt heat rushing to his cheeks, in embarrassment and shame.
“get my dress dry cleaned before my next visit. Btw you have a nice dick. It’d be a shame if I don’t use it again. signed by dear yves”
And jaehyun knew he had to be more than just ready for your arrival.
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littlenekosfan · 2 years
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ok as promised, this will be hopefully short (lol its not) and not too redundant from what i already said before (bc god i talked about this scene too many times)
what exactly happened in this scene ?
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before we dive into it, we need to cover all the character’s background, most importantly jugram and bazz
jugram comes from an environment extremely poor in affection and socialization, he’s also living with an abusive guardian, this will greatly affect when he will meet bazz for the first time, but we do see him healing from that trauma (which was physical abuse, i dont want to suggest sexual abuse despite the uncle’s comment bc i dont think im comfortable to tackle this topic and it wont be useful in this post since, abuse is abuse) 
*healing in my definition doesnt mean trauma or any situation alike the initial trauma cant be triggered anymore, it can, the person just doesnt show signs of trauma on daily basis, they live “normally”  
bazz comes from a wealthy family, but his social circle seems to be very poor and he isnt the type to look for validation, especially from adults, he has a strong self esteem but he still needs some kind of attachment to someone, someone who can relate to him. he is also attentive and kind, he just doesnt show it like any kid would, he’s gonna hide it with some tough love
*note here, he is NOT egoistical, especially not at this age, and if anyone wants to prove this scene below as him being self centered, then you have problems, he even says it himself to jugram “ You’re not as hopeless as all that! Don’t worry yourself! --  オマエ言うほどショボクねーって!大丈夫大丈夫!-- You’re not as a hopeless as you say you are! Don’t worry, you’re fine!” (im not a fan of viz translation, but these are fan translation) all the pink i highlighted are him showing EMPATHY/SYMPATHY, he knows what’s going on and he HELPS him out, he cant get him out of this situation (which is completely understandable since he’s a kid) but he still helps him out, the bunny, the pin, him telling jugram to not listen to adults, these are all actions he took to say “hey, i know what’s going on and im not letting you down” he could have just met him once and left and if you think he helped jugram to build trust so he can “use him”  1. he never knew about the sharing power thing be he was a genius BEFORE meeting jugram 2. the way kubo drew these panel, the sudden glint in his eyes, his sudden change of behavior from loud and noisy to serious talk are all factors showing bazz being genuine about helping jugram 3. he’s a fucking child please 
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i didnt cover deeply their bg but i think that will be enough for the rest
after 5 years has passed, jugram and bazz grew stronger but also closer, we can see that with how jugram willfully followed bazz when their houses were burned down, how jugram trained the sword and bow to grow stronger to be on bazz level when it comes to the day of the plan, a plan of which they BOTH agreed to follow, not for the same motives but ill come back to that,, how jugram show so much worries about bazz when he wants to join the army (he even suggests to go home, they live together) now i see you saying, what about bazz? 
okay, for bazz its a bit more complicated bc his trauma isnt as visible bc he never healed/coped with it, and ill say that once, someone who wasnt able to cope/heal (in a healthy way) from trauma doesnt make them evil, they may do wrong things because of it, but that doesnt make them evil, im saying this bc bazz never realized trauma affected him during these 5 years by consuming him everyday not letting him accept and move on with his parent’s loss, and no, jugram wouldnt be able to help him to cope/heal bc he wasnt affected with the same kind of trauma, jugram wasnt hurt about his uncle’s loss like bazz with his parents
this scene is about bazz facing the reality about his situation, its true that jugram cant form a bow, and he tells us that he probably knows the reason of it, yet he doesnt tell jugram (cuz why the hell would he tell him he’s a “defective” quincy when he isnt sure, its just stories, and the fact they killed his kind? that’s just very upsetting and not good as motivator, its just not worth telling him, esp with his background)
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the biggest mistake these two made about the “whole yhwach killing” plan is never talking about it, they literally say they never “voiced their intention to kill yhwach” and this is a huge mistake bc not only they dont have the same intentions in this plan but they also didnt talk about all the possibilities they could face and what they would do, they just did “what felt right”
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bazz wanted to kill yhwach because he killed his parents, his village, his life, and this wound was so deep, it would never close unless yhwach was killed by HIS OWN HANDS, he always had the intention to do it himself (and before you catch me with the panel of him as a kid saying “lets (us) kill yhwach” to jugram, he assumed he would want to kill him too bc he lost his home, but jugram just asked if he needs to join
lets continue with jugram, jugram WILLFULLY joined bazz, bazz never said he needed him for the plan or he should join him, he just asks if he “needs” to join and at they end, they just sticked together since they are FRIENDS, they both were spared from the fire at the same time for a fucking reason, so yeah, jugram’s intention in the plan wasnt to kill yhwach for himself, it was to help bazz in killing yhwach bc this is what HIS friend wants, if that meant im helping bazz, if i get stronger, that i no longer live with my uncle, ill take it, jugram initially doesnt look so invested in joining bazz, that’s bc of his trauma due to his uncle, but i genuinely think he wanted to live with bazz, a friend, and later, his ambitions will start to tilt with personal conflict
NOW, bazz continue with his monologue facing the reality before him that jugram might not be strong enough to continue with the plan, yes, bazz is underestimating jugram but NOT with ill intent, he’s conflicted, he couldnt bring himself to abandon him for the plan, nothing says he would abandon him as a friend, if you want another line “i just couldnt bring myself to tell him to not continue with the plan with me but he trained so much.. i just cant” does that make more sense? (i just rewrote it my way, this isnt a translation of any kind) bazz wonders if jugram realized that bc that’s the reality, what they worked so hard for might not go as planned and despite jugram’s hard work, it might not be enough, knowing bazz dedicated his 5 last years of his life in training, he wasnt going to just call it a day and say “friendship is magic” and abandon his plan for his friend, he needs a wake up call to let it go... and he got it
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then we are getting the scene with hubert, bazz is stubborn bc his plan is right there, he felt ready, he wasnt going to let the occasion slip out, and this is why he doesnt listen to jugram at all despite his worries, jugram is so hesitant and worried bc he isnt ready, he doesnt want to get into trouble, jugram genuinely cares about bazz
and NOW we can talk about “the scene”
after yhwach crushes everyone with his reiatsu, bazz (and hubert) is literally the only one being able to raise his head, you know what this means? he was gifted from the beginning, and also his sheer fucking will to grab yhwach’s attention despite his monstrous strength shows us how bazz was ready to give his everything in the heat of the moment
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here, that’s one key moment, bazz sees jugram not affected at ALL by yhwach, which makes no sense since bazz knows he’s “a better quincy” jugram (objectively) but also, yhwach picks jugram, he even knows his name, which begs the question
did yhwach saw the event of this scene and acted according to it? id say yes with how he knows his name immediately, but that also helps him in knowing what words to pick to make jugram side with him, separating him from his friend
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so here, yhwach gives jugram the role of “adviser/right hand” whatever, its the position they were aiming, jugram knows the importance of this role, so he recalls all his training and hard work, and even for him it shocks him bc he never envisaged to be picked, to go this far about the plan, taking it would be selfish, not sure what to do, he turns back to bazz to ask him what to do, bc afterall, this revenge plan isnt his, its bazz’, jugram is just helping 
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and we get this painful page... i will go over the visuals of this panel (i did it in my friend narration post) but this is the second key moment, the misunderstood hate. jugram seeked advice from his friend, what should i do next? and he is met with a glare which he doesnt understand the meaning, bazz here doesnt feel hate, he feels resentment because this isnt what was supposed to happen
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and here he confirms it was a two people thing (he says WE in all translations) and if it was just going to be one, it would be HIM, bc its HIS revenge, HES the one who lost everything, its only fair to him to be bitter about not being picked especially when he’s the genius among other quincies, getting closer to yhwach was to get his intention, to be strong, strong enough to be his right hand, little did bazz know, yhwach was looking for something else completely... that’s why he says he had the talent and jugram didnt, its true, he was powerless, and if it had to be just one, it would be bazz, but they never talked about it, they never planned the possibilities, thus the gaze exchange with so much confusion and hurt feelings
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jugram mistook bazz anger for resentment toward him, which isnt the case given what bazz thinks but jugram cant tell, he asks “why, why arent you happy for me?” bc he thinks this is going according to the plan, jugram IS getting closer, but not in what bazz had planned, if jugram was taken, what about bazz? would he ever get the chance to kill him??? ofc he’s angry, this is his place and its stolen by his friend
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now jugram tries to tell yhwach he should pick bazz bc he’s much better than him, but after to many rereadings, im not sure what feeling bazz is expressing here, jugram shows uncertainty but lots of guilt, he knows he’s doing bazz wrong if he took the position, so he tries to fix his mistakes (which isnt btw blame it all on yhwach lmao)  and bazz... i dont know, i dont know why he would grind his teeth over that, its like if he was irked, i would expect an emotion of surprise but with a hint of pain, but feel free to tell him what you think
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so here, we can see jugram’s emotion change, yhwach explains to him is “true power” what he truly is as a quincy, he isnt a defective one, he’s unique and needed, and this reaches jugram personally bc this was his personal conflict, he struggled very much with the fact he’s a quincy but cant be a “good” one... it always bothered him bc despite the hard work and desire to belong, he just couldnt... and yhwach gives him what bazz couldnt, a value to his quincy heritage (and no, bazz couldnt do that, i just stated before that people like jugram were killed for being “defective”)
i like how the next panel we dont see jugram’s face bc it shows we lost him, he’s as shocked as we are but his mind just isnt with us (the readers, but also as bazz) he’s completely taken by yhwach bc he said the words he needed to hear
then we have bazz’ inner thoughts that explains to us all the little elements mentioned before and how it makes sense jugram is the chosen one, 
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now we’re around key moment no3, yhwach framing bazz having used jugram for his own profit WHICH ISNT TRUE... yes he may have felt it, but he could have never guessed it that it was because of jugram, he didnt have a single information about the exceptional quincies except how they were killed as kids, that’s it, bazz knew he was a prodigy and he was training this whole time, ofc he would grow stronger, because of jugram? yes, that’s a FACTOR among others. 
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this face shows nothing but shock, he clearly didnt know, saying he used or abused jugram is just not reading the manga, im not sorry
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and this continues the key moment no3, he confirms the framing making bazz the betrayer in this scene when he literally did nothing wrong, and jugram believes him not because he’s naive but because it makes sense, he knows bazz wants to kill yhwach, that he’d do a lot achieve this goal, to think his own friend who go this far? its possible, and i dont blame him, esp with how they never talked about the plan and their ambitions... 
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jugram still in shock that his own friend betrayed him, yhwach pats his head and tells him ”i need you”, these signs of affection and how he gave him a position where he can be accepted as a quincy right after he was abandoned was the perfect moment to just take him on his side
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key moment no4. the trauma, now i know, i havent mentionned that word much during the scene, but ill do now so you understand how this is a traumatic experience for both of them, here we have the clear change of position for both characters but also their relationship, friend becomes end... jugram by willfully defending yhwach with barehand shows he no longer is friend with bazz and has sided with yhwach bc yhwach valued him, he wasnt going to lose that, - bazz is completely broken with his friend action, the fact he defended his very own nemesis, this was is enough to traumatize him 
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now, about the traumas, we’re gonna go with bazz since its more present here (where jugram its more in his younger age) bazz has been consumed with vengeance for the past 5 years never being about to move on from and when the occasion is given, he takes it without thinking twice, yhwach didnt scare him, he was ready to give his everything, but he’s surprised with jugram being chosen rather than him, angry at the situation, he glares at jugram and before yhwach reconsider, he’s being told he USED his friend during this whole time and all his work was just stolen from him, he snaps and tries to kill yhwach for good, only for his friend to betray him... bazz’ action are very mcuh justified especially as a kid, he’s not perfect, his persona is nothing like ju, he acted very ic in this scene, yet it still broke him for the strong self-esteem he has. everything he had, was burned by yhwach, and now, his only friend, was once again taken way from him and the cut is deeper than before... so deep that he doesnt even think about his parent revenge anymore.. only jugram
for jugram, very uncertain about this whole killing yhwach thing, he tries to not engage until he’s forced into the situation, yhwach picks him but he seeks bazz’ advice since this isnt about him, where he’s only met with a glare... yet, he doesnt stop, he tries to continue with the plan until yhwach tells him he’s a “good” quincy which touches jugram personally, and to get rid of bazz, yhwach frames him as a betrayer, at this point, jugram is under the shock with the army, bazz’ negative reaction, a man telling him he’s a good quincy, that his friend betrayed him, this is a lot for jugram, he’s so underpressure and snaps, so uncertain from what he should do, he picks the safest side which yhwach perfectly made himself to be. it wasnt the right choice, it was the “right” (safest) choice to make under a traumatizing experience
we later see how jugram reflects this very scene of him being told he’s yhwach’s other half as a regret bc he couldnt weight the good and bad, which one he should go for, and its totally understandable for his young age, very little life experience and the stressful situation he was put under...
i couldnt plug this anywhere but it really breaks my heart to realize how bazz’ told jugram to not listen to adults... 
this was much longer than planned but i hope it clarifies what this scene shows us in terms of effects from trauma on a kid
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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years
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𝐼 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒
𝐵𝑜𝑘𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝐾𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑋 𝐺𝑁!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
So we spin the wheel of HQ misfortune (yes, I actually have an app with all the characters I feel comfortable writing rn and spin it when I’m out of ideas) (yes it works this is how you guys get your content) and I decided Y’know what. I’m gonna make my friend happy so I made @sugasfanfics a wheel and bam it landed on Bokuto so here you go bro love u hope you like this
This is half self-indulgent half for u Em lol sorry
Remember not only are your problems valid but the way you deal with them is, too (as long as it’s not hurting yourself or anyone else, please don’t do that—). Even if it’s a fictional boy you love, remember that someone always cares about you. I promise.
Kinda half edited lol bad grammar & spelling mistakes.
CW//light swearing
Word Count: 876
Reader Info: GN!Reader, fukurodani third year student
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You’d been on edge the entire day. Who knew how it started, you just felt like hell the whole day and everything got on your nerves. Whether it was kids in class or the volleyball that collided with your shoulder while you were trying to do homework, everything seemed to want to set you off today. 
“Dammit,” you curse under your breath, rubbing your shoulder. You hit the ball back to one of the boys, who gladly picked it up with a quick “sorry!” and ran back on the court. 
You were at Bokuto’s practice—the two of you were supposed to hang out afterward, but really, you were ready to go home and sleep for several hours. You felt bad canceling, though, so just tried to keep your cool long enough to get through the rest of your evening. 
Soon enough, they broke for water and Bokuto came running over to you with a smile on his face. “(Y/N), baby, did you see that AWESOME spike? Didn't I look cool? Akaashi said I look cool!”
“I just said it was good, Bokuto.” Akaashi walked past, clapping him on the shoulder.
“Eh, same difference.” He shrugged. “Did ya see it, (Y/N)?”
 “Yeah, it was great, Bokuto.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his proud drop to a pout. You could have sworn his hair started drooping too. Rarely did you ever call him by his full name—when you did, it usually meant you were mad at him for something. 
He sat down next to you, his lower lip sticking out like a child’s. “Baby, did I...do something?” he asked, running his hand through his hair. 
“You’re fine,” you sigh. “It’s just...been a long day, alright? Not your fault.”
He nodded solemnly, offering his hand for yours. When you gave it to him, he kissed each of your knuckles, “let me make it up to you when we get to my place, okay? Parents aren’t home tonight, we can cuddle and watch a movie, yeah?”
“Alright,” you reply as he kissed your hand again. “Quit worrying about me and go be my big, strong Ace of Fukurodani, hm?”
Bokuto grinned and nodded. He took a sip of water before running back onto the court, leaving you alone with your thoughts again. 
The walk home was less enthusiastic than usual, almost like Bokuto didn’t know what to say. You let him talk as much as he wanted, but he stayed quiet for the most part, watching you intently as you walked. 
The two of you walked into his house and took off your shoes. Bokuto offered some food, but you declined, your irritation from earlier sinking into melancholia. 
“Alright, what’s wrong?” he asked, setting his school bag down. You opened your mouth to protest—he had homework to do—but he interrupted. “Homework can wait. I’m worried about you, sweetheart. Wanna talk?”
He held your shoulders, checking your face for any sign of what was wrong. He was still more droopy than normal—not his usual excited, eccentric self—and you could tell by his worried expression. 
“There isn’t much to say,” you sigh, putting your hand over one of his. “Just...long day, I guess. Burnt out.”
“Do you want a hug?”
“I wouldn’t complain about one.”
He pulled you in close, dropping his arms to wrap around your waist. You laid your forehead on his shoulder, content to stay like that for a long time. 
Just as you’d gotten comfy, he started moving, inching you backward until your legs hit the edge of his mattress. He pulled away long enough to crawl in and drag you with him. You laid your head on his chest, feeling his thumb draw shapes into your side. 
“What’s really on your mind, love?” he asked, kissing the top of your head. “I get worried when you don’t talk to me. So please do.”
“There’s not even anything specifically right now, I just...I feel like hell. For no reason. I didn’t wanna tell you because I didn’t want you worrying—“
You stopped as he tilted his head up towards you. The look he gave you made you freeze, unsure what else to say. He traced your features, smiling in encouragement. “I am always going to worry about you. That’s my job. I’m your forever-caring, amazing, loving boyfriend and I’m always going to care for you. I want you to talk to me when you feel like hell, even if it’s because you want to scream into oblivion for a while. If that’s the case, I’ll scream with you. Alright?”
“Alright,” you mumble, burying your face in his chest again. “I’ll keep it in mind. Do you want to just...I dunno, lay here? Just for now?”
“I would want nothing more.”
He kissed your head again, the small circles he drew on your arm soothing your cluttered mind. You knew you needed to talk one day—even if it was just the recent stuff without getting into in-depth character analysis of yourself—but for the time being, you knew you had someone there to help you face whatever demons you needed to. Because he always would be. 
Your precious, forever-caring, amazing, loving boyfriend, Bokuto Kotaro.
Alright you guys are welcome to scroll through this part just a little rant/apology from me
My brain has not been doing so hot lately so I can’t guarantee a constant posting schedule. I tried posting like 1-2 times a week but this is the first full thing I’ve written in several weeks and I’m sorry about that. It’s like 1:30 am when I’m writing this so this is probably gonna be jumbled up a lot but just. 
Brain hates me and I hate brain rn and it says I have No Motivation to do Anything. Only reason I got this out was bc of @sugasfanfics which she doesn’t even know I wrote this till I post it lol
Also this was supposed to be for her but like I said it kinda turned into I’m depressed and need comfort so. Yeah. Bokuto. 
I hope you guys enjoyed & I’m sorry about not writing as much as I should be. Thank you for bearing with me and for all the reblogs I can’t tell you how happy they make me. 
Sending love to you all <3
~𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟
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Geralt and the Minotaur p3
Y’all this could get hella complicated if I go hard with all the character sub ideas and all that but I’m here for the relationship so its gonna be bare bones on combining the canon bc I’m just not that skilled as a writer 😂 
Pairing : Geraskier
Warnings: talk of human sacrifice, talk of cannibalism, ye ole impending death, mention parents death, imprisonment, public humiliation (kinda), we got major soft boys falling for each other vibes too
part 2 here!
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Geralt woke with his head still resting on Jaskier’s thigh, though he was now lying on his side, resting his head against Geralt’s hip just above the dagger tucked in his belt. He had draped his arm over Jaskier’s waist as they slept, holding him closer, and Jaskier’s arm was resting on Geralt’s chest. It was still dark and, from the sounds of it, everyone else was still asleep save a few soldiers at the helm. The waves had settled to a gentle lapping at the hull and Geralt found himself completely relaxed and at peace for the first time in weeks. His hand rose and fell in a gentle rhythm with Jaskier’s breathing and every now and then the blue eyed boy would sigh, bringing a soft sleepy smile to Geralt’s face. He didn’t dare move, lest he break the spell, but someone else woke from a nightmare with a scream that shattered his illusion. 
Jaskier hummed and nuzzled into Geralt’s hip before he was fully awake, making the prince blush furiously and gasp. Sure he’d fallen asleep with friends and romantic interests back home, but that sensation was… different. 
“Is it morning?” Jaskier mumbled, not moving to sit, but at least the nuzzling had stopped. 
“Probably,” Geralt answered, resisting the urge to run his hand over Jaskier’s shoulder, “still early.”
“You haven’t been lying awake all this time have you?”
Geralt forced a breath out his nose in amusement, “Only a few minutes or so.”
Jaskier sat up, laying his arm over Geralt’s, keeping it wrapped around his waist as he moved to be able to inspect the young hero’s face, “You still look… weary.”
Geralt frowned, shifting so he was leaning on his elbow over the boy’s legs, still very much resting on him, “I wonder why?”
Jaskier smirked, “Is it true you’re a child of Poseidon? Why not sink the ship and we can all ride horses made of sea foam back to the mainland?”
Geralt cast his eyes down to the deck, “They’d just come back for more. It doesn’t matter who’s son I am or what favor I do or don't have.” 
"Pull the weed at the root." Jaskier nodded. 
Geralt hummed in agreement, sitting all the way up to lean against the mast next to the brunette, "What about your family? Anything exciting waiting for you at home?"
Jaskier hooked his arm around Geralt's and rested his head on his shoulder, "Doesn't matter." 
"Does to me." Geralt mumbled, a little taken aback by the physical affection. When Jaskier rolled his eyes he laid his hand over his knee, "Humor me." 
They sat and waited for the sun to rise over the water as they discussed Jaskier’s life. His parents death, the farm he worked for his uncle, the mundane little things like how often he gets sent to the market and who cuts his hair. They learned each other's birthdays as a joke, but the hopeful side of Geralt still repeated it to him a few minutes later just to be safe. Jaskier asked him about life at the palace, if it was as grand as everyone believed. Geralt felt squeamish admitting he didn’t know, seeing as he'd only really lived in the lap of luxury. Sure his trek to Athens was dirty and many nights he slept in barns, but most of his 20 years were spent in bright white togas and tunics with colorfully stitched hems. Jaskier didn’t seem bothered, he just asked more specific questions about the beds and the fountains. He pontificated for a while on the poor musical choices made in a performance at the amphitheater last summer and did his best to explain to Geralt how to delicately pluck a harp using a lock of his white hair as a prop. Joking was easy, being earnest wasn’t quite effortless, but it was easier than with other people, and Geralt lamented that they’d only met yesterday. 
“Do you think you’d’ve given me the time of day?” Jaskier asked.
Geralt grinned, giving the brunet's leg another squeeze, “You wouldn’t have given me a choice.”
Jaskier rested his chin on Geralt's shoulder, his hair fluttering into his eyes and glowing gold as the sun began to peek over the waves, "Probably not, no." His voice was soft in Geralt's ear, the warmth of his breath made the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. 
Geralt turned to look at him, their noses brushing. He was about to ask Jaskier something reckless and naive, no doubt born of desperation, but the moment was broken by shouting. 
"LAND" Echoed from various soldiers and strangled sobs broke out in response. Reality was once again stubbornly planted in the forefront of Geralt's mind and he forced himself to pull away. His heart beat furiously in his chest as he stood to get a better look. 
Someone gripped his elbow and spun him around, staring up at him with wide eyes full of terror, "You can do it, can't you? You can get us home?" The harsh whisper seemed to carry over the whole group, commanding their silence and attention as they formed a circle around him. 
Vessimir's parting words echoed in his head, he was a leader now, he had to act like it. His year of lessons and training and taking notes were over and he knew right then that even if they made it back, he'd never have a day of peace again. 
With a glance back toward Jaskier he nodded, "I will bring us home or die trying." 
The person's grip on his elbow tightened and he stared back at them with what he hoped was reassuring confidence for a moment before they released him, "Do you have a plan?" 
All his preparation could never have braced him for the absolute devastation on the group's faces when he hesitated. In the fraction of a second he took to open his mouth they knew. Only Jaskier seemed to accept the facts and take them in stride. 
"All I know for sure is that we need to make it out and back to the docks by dawn." Geralt's admission was met with curt nods from some and fresh tears from others, "I'm sorry." 
Jaskier pipped up, stepping into the center of the small crowd with Geralt, "You volunteered to try to save us. We need no apology." He sent a glare to someone about to speak in protest, cutting them off, "It's more than we've had in the last 18 years and I, for one, am grateful." 
Geralt gave him an appreciative nod but their theatrics were drawing attention from the soldiers. He shooed everyone away, not sure he could handle another altercation this close to the soldiers homeland where they'd have something to prove to onlookers.  
As they drew nearer to the shore they heard shouts of laughter and music, saw banners waving in the wind and people dancing around the port. They were throwing a festival. A festival of revenge and dominance over their enemies, where people who would have been sacrifices delighted in the activities. It made Geralt's stomach churn. 
Jaskier stood next to him as close to the bow as they were allowed, "Twisted, isn't it? And they wonder how we so readily believe they eat their brethren." 
Geralt took his hand, searching for anything to ground him as the fear crept up his neck and threatened to strangle him, "Monsters never think they're monsters." 
"You like being cryptic don't you?" Jaskier sighed, keeping his eyes forward as the festivities grew clearer and clearer. 
Geralt only shrugged in response. 
Soon enough they were all corralled by the soldiers with shouts and shoves. They tied Geralt's hands first, yanking on the rope so it burned into his wrists. The man was watching his face, waiting to see him wince or twitch. He gave them nothing. The end of the rope was then tied to Jaskier and so on until they were all lined up, hands bound in front of them and linked like sausages. 
When they docked there was a heavy drum roll, fitting for the captives in line behind Geralt trembling. The plank was lowered by soldiers in what had to be ceremonial dress and when they stepped back the drummers hit one last beat, leaving the whole crowd silent. 
At the front, surrounded by soldiers and standing on a throne made to be carried, was King Minos. His eyes were cold and calculating, and it was clear he was declining in health, but he still invoked fear with his gaze. There was no doubt to any rumors anymore. Geralt was sure this man was capable of absolutely anything. 
The Queen sat in a similar throne, next to them was their daughter, walking but flanked by guards. She didn’t take her eyes off Geralt as they prodded him down the plank. Her eyes were soft, betraying the rest of her face set in a hard mask of disapproval, and she made no effort to hide her ogling. Geralt stared right back, never one to back down from a challenge, until they were ushered past the royals into the crowd. The citizens were far more animated. Some threw food scraps at them, some jeered and gestured rudely, others spat, though they all blamed the 14 young men and women before them for the death of a prince before they were even born. 
They marched through winding streets and up set after set of switchback stairs to reach the palace dungeons. The guards were having their fun with Geralt in the lead, shoving him around when they needed to change direction and tripping him when they passed a large crowd. 
When they finally reached their cells they were shoved in, two to a cell, and the rope was cut. They had to hold their arms through the bars for the soldiers to cut the knotts. They took the rope with them when they left, leaving only bread and water on the bed and one torch lit hanging outside each cell. It was dreary and cold, and Geralt could hear the others crying.
Jaskier broke the loaf of bread in half and tossed it to Geralt, taking a long pull directly from the pitcher of water, “Eat. No arguments.”
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part 4 here
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smwelchh · 4 years
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Ok so I know I have posted a s2 prediction a while ago but now that we know there is s2 I’m going to post and update prediction/wants
Let’s start with the kooks (since I’m clearly in love with Drew Starkey)
It’s also color coded bc I’m an organizational freak and I like things in a nice neat order. It will probably also have typos and some words left out but y’all will get the gist.
The Kooks
Rafe Cameron (people want redemption, but I honestly don’t think that would be good for him this season. Maybe later down the road)
Still under the pressure of Ward obviously
Still has a cocaine addiction
Trys to be as cool as possible when it comes to the shooting Perterkin
More back story on his life
Obviously Rose is a step mom so maybe his real mom leaving play a part in why Rafe does what Rafe does
What motivates Rafe other than pleasing his father and drugs
Topper Thornton
I think Topper slowly get redemption
I mean he saved John B in the bell tower that has to be a start right
I think he still simps over Sarah
I also think he trys to tell Kelce the truth about Rafe
Slowly starts a friendship with the Pouges
I think Topper and Rafe will still be friends but Top will be more reserved around him now
Kelce (idk his last name in the show)
MORE OF HIM
More
More
More
That’s all
No but seriously I want more of Kelce trying to figure out if he can trust Topper or Rafe
I also want to see Kelce and Pope form a friendship
Yeah just give me more Deion he’s a great actor who needs more credit
Ward Cameron
Eww
Go to hell
We don’t like you
But in actuality I think Ward gets what he deserves hopefully
Hopefully he gets charged with murder of Big John and of Scooter
We tend to forget about that Ward sent Scooter into the storm that killed him
And he should be charged with the murder of the mainlanders bc that was obviously Ward
Yeah jail time for boss man would be great
But he’s the biggest, richest kook on the island so I low key feel like he gets away with it
Rose Cameron
Honestly she is annoying to me
But I think she gets better
Obviously she is going to back her rich husband’s story about what happened
She still hates Rafe
Kinda trys to help find Sarah or something
Still doesn’t really care about Wheezie
That’s about it
Wheezie Cameron
Questions her whole life
Doesn’t know if she should believe Rafe and her father or Sarah
Gets super emotional when she finds out about Sarah being lost at sea
Low key over hears Ward and Rafe going over their story and tells all of the outer banks
Or maybe she hears them but doesn’t believe it idk Jonas work your magic
The Pouges
John B
Struggles to get the gold
Has to go on another treasure hunt
Bc lets face it Ward hid that shit
Deals with his emotions on his father being gone
Deals with how Sarah really feels
Finally calls the rest of the Pouges
His uncle comes back from Mississippi and find out he’s lost at sea and “murdered Peterkin”
I think I would also like to see his mom come back not sure through
Once he gets the gold back he would obviously have to figure out a way to get it back to the OBX.
When he gets back to the OBX he’s obviously going to split with the others but I also think he is going to work on being a better friend
And yeah that’s all I have for now
JJ Maybank
Let me start this by saying he should have been on the boat not Sarah, but that another story
I don’t want to think about this but he has to tell is dad what happened with the Phantom
His dad probably most likely will beat his ass
I think that he will permanently live at the Chataue or with Pope
Maybe forms a bond with Topper and low key work together to figure out what really happened on the runway
I also kind of think JJ gets the HMS and trys to find Sarah and John B that’s just the type of friend he is
I also think he finally speaks up about his abusive father to his the others and has a worse break down than the hot tub scene
I feel like there will be A LOT of crying bc of his story in s2
Pope Heyward
Pope and Kie are like “dating” the 1st couple of episodes but then I feel like by episode 3 they call things off bc it’s too weird
I think Pope gets a redemption interview
Might not get the full scholarship but gets a good amount of it
I think he forms a bond with Kelce and they low key work together to find out the truth
Then JJ and Topper find out and all 4 of them work together idk friends yay who knows maybe not and we still get the adrenaline rush from all the fights
I think Pope kind of drifts from the Pouges in the beginning to work on college stuff but then by the middle is like screw this is my friend still alive or nah
Kiara Carrera
Ditches Pope real quick
Pulls the “no Pouge on Pouge” rule
I WANT A FULL EPISODE DEDICATED TO HER KOOK YEAR
I think she had a thing with Rafe during that year and maybe that’s the real reason her and Sarah weren’t friends for a while
I low key want her to give her share of the gold to JJ or Pope since she was born a kook and knows they need it more than her
Sarah Cameron (she gets both colors bc of obvious reasons)
I think she somehow knew everything that happened was going to happen. Like idk how to explain.
Like I feel Sarah knew Ward was going to buy the Crain the house and take the gold from John B and the Pouges, but idk why I feel that way
I think while I’m the Bahamas she comes to realize that her father is a bad man and in no way can she trust him at all
Obviously she has her own things to deal with and I think she does work through some struggles
I also think once her and John B have the gold back in the outer banks she drops that boy like a hot pocket
I know Chase said he thinks John B and Sarah are end game but I don’t think so sorry bud you and Madelyn yeah I can see end game but not John B and Sarah
And I think that’s bc she lets someone get close gets what she wants and drops them
Hopefully she won’t do him dirty
But all in all I kinda liked Sarah but I have a feeling my view of her is gonna change in s2
The story enhancers
Peterkin
MOMMA IS ALIVE AND WELL
I think homegirl is in the hospital in recovery
I think she had to have emergency surgery to remove the bullet and patch her up and all that
She arrests Ward for what she was originally doing
Arrests Rafe for attempted murder and drugs
Finds out that John B is in the Bahamas and contacts him to let him him know he’s been cleared (since she low key watched out for him) and she knows everything that happens in the OBX
Also she reminds me of one of the principals I work for at one of the local high schools in my city
Shoupe
I think he starts to look into the Ward theory of things under the radar
Obviously the whole island still thinks John B did everything
But I think Shoupe slowly starts to put the pieces together and find out that Ward really killed Big John and Rafe really short Peterkin
I think he also finds out that Peterkin is alive but doesn’t tell anyone
Like I think he starts secret files at his house or something and has a whole different investigation going on outside of the police station
Bc you know “murder was the case that they gave me”
Barry
He is probably one of my favorite characters
Thank you Nick for being awesome at what you do, I know I’m supposed to hate you but it’s hard to do that
I think he keeps the secret about Rafe and Peterkin to himself for a little bit
But 25k is a lot of money that JJ took and he wants that back
He’s definitely going to still sell drugs
He definitely still going to call Rafe “country club”
I think for a while he holds the Peterkin thing over Rafes head
All in all I hope Barry doesn’t change other than like minor things that happen with people
Luke Maybank
For one Gary Weeks stand up job my friend
We were supposed to hate your character and we do we all do so fantastic job for doing your job
Also please don’t beat up JJ for taking the Phantom I know you probably will but please take this I to consideration
I have a feeling we will be seeing more of you in s2
Bc you need drugs and you like to abuse your son
I don’t think Luke gets any kind of redemption like at all
I do think he trys to act like he cares when JJ goes off the grid for a while ( he’s either at the chataue or popes or kies)
Then ends up beating his ass
But I think JJ beats his ass in return and stand up to Luke
So that’s all I have for y’all umm I’m open to discussion if you want or if you have questions. Umm yeah so have a lovely night (it’s 12:19 where I am) or afternoon or day ❤️
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jonskory · 4 years
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no one asked but im gonna wax poetic about my faves for a few moments 🤣 (also bc i need some positivity and damn it, i'll make my own)
let's kick it off with the man himself:
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you guys are probably tired of hearing me go on about jon but idc bc y'all knew what you were signing up for when you followed me so there 😝.
i love him so much. idek what drew me to his character. maybe it's his feeling like an outcast, his sense of right and wrong, his moodiness (im moody AF) but whatever it was, im glad bc im so glad i got to fall in love with this character. you deserved so much better from the show bruh.
it goes without saying that i can't mention jon and not mention her:
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if you don't like sansa stark, you've got no business being on my blog. just keep it moving, this ain't the place for you.
now that we've got that settled. i can go on and on about why she deserves so much and so much better from this shithole of a fandom but im not gonna do that bc this is a positive post and i'll go straight into cussing up a storm if i start with that lol.
i love her bc she's so kind and gentle and despite not being the 'warrior woman', she came out on top. it's reflective of real life as well. a lot of the times, women don't get out of dangerous situations by themselves. sometimes they need help and a lot of the times we've got to rely on our wits and brains to do the rest. seeing everyone and their mother making fun of sansa for winning bc she didn't 'do anything' is just straight up hilarious, tbh.
we're moving right on to this queen:
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dc don't deserve my girl. they used to in the 80's but after that, they don't anymore. koriand'r is hands down one of the best characters in the dc universe.
i can go on about her powers and strength and beauty but that's not what drew me to her. out of all of my favourite characters, i feel like i can relate to her and sympathize with her the most.
i truly truly love her as a character and that's why i get so protective of her, and her treatment in any form of media and fandom. this woman is the definition of resilience. six years of slavery, then another two to three years of experimentation and torture, experiencing xenophobia, being belittled and constantly regarded as stupid and this woman is still so fucking kind.
moving along to the my main man, the first fictional character i fell stupidly in love with and who's raised my standards like whoa:
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i love him, your honour. shout-out to 13 year old me who got so deep and entrenched in the pjo/hoo world.
percy is such a deep and complex character. he's insanely funny and sarcastic by incredibly sweet. idk if I can really articulate what he means to me in a way that folks can understand.
watching him grow and watching as he developed, was just an experience. it's a feeling i never felt before. when i say percy is my comfort character, i mean it. i love that boy so much.
moving along and we're heading straight to my favourite vampire:
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when i got into the buffyverse, angel was the first character that drew me in. (i really got a thing for dark haired brooding men with self esteem issues and repressed trauma, huh).
how they played with the vampire mythos, the way that he's one of a kind (or was, seeing as spike's joined him in his uniqueness now), the idea of him switching from the most dangerous and terrifying vampire to ever exist, to one who now actively works to defend people from his own kind, the way he's so well-versed in everything, the way he's a gentle soul and kind of a fucking dork....
ugh i really, really love him.
okay i've got more faves but these are my top five of all time.
i might be back again to go on about my ships but for now, this is it.
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ambersky0319 · 4 years
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Intrulogical wear Remus goes over to Logan's house, turns out he's a GAMER and they play Doki Doki literature club and goofily voice it over but then they kiss. -H anon
Okay, it isn’t the prompt exactly but I still really love this, and I hope y'all enjoy too! (Btw, despite the warnings below this is pretty fluffy! The warnings more so pertain to DDLC itself(Also this is pretty much a human AU))
Warnings: Spoiler warnings for Doki Doki Literature Club, suicide mention/description of a character’s suicide, lmk if I need to add anything else bc I’m unsure
Masterpost 
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Remus was surprised when Logan had texted him, asking if Remus wanted to join Logan in playing a game he had recently gotten. People didn’t normally ask Remus to join things (aside from Logan himself, as they were dating), so Remus accepted immediately. Logan told him it would be one of those longer games, so Remus brought some stuff so he could stay the night.
Logan greeted him and his eyes seemed to light up. Remus wasn’t used to seeing Logan in anything but his usual polos and jeans and ties. He hadn’t expected for Logan to greet him in his pajamas already.
“Well, are you just going to stand there or are you gonna come inside?” Logan asked, smiling faintly as Remus ducked his head, walking into Logan’s apartment.
“What are we going to be playing?” Remus asked, setting his bag down where Logan had pointed, not far away from the couch. Remus soon joined Logan.
“Have you heard of Doki Doki Literature Club?”
Remus wrinkled his nose. “Sounds like a game Roman would like instead.”
“I think you’d prefer it, actually.” Logan said, getting the game set up. Remus got comfortable. He wasn’t really a gamer himself, and was quite surprised when he discovered that Logan loved video games. “It’s technically a dating sim, but from what I hear it covers quite a few dark themes. I’ve been avoiding a lot of spoilers for it though because I wanted to be able to play it myself first.”
“Why’d you invite me, though?” Remus asked, watching as the loading screen appeared. The warning appeared, and Remus furrowed his brows. “You also read the content warnings, right?”
“Yeah, none of our triggers are on there. Also, I invited you because I thought you might like it! It has a lot of dialogue and I thought you’d have fun making up the weirdest voices for the characters.”
Remus laughed lightly. “Okay, I trust you.” Logan gave him a bright smile, one Remus knew only few people saw. And that alone made his stomach tie into knots and feel like a jumble of saw despite having seen that smile dozens of times before. Logan turned back to the TV and hit I Accept, letting the main screen for the game come up. A bubbly music filled Logan’s apartment, and Remus couldn’t wait to get into it.
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“Oh my God, I’ve got a bad feeling-” Remus gripped Logan’s arm as they continued. A few hours had passed already and things were starting to get weird. They had just gotten through an emotional scene with Sayori (Remus’s high-pitched voice for her made it so difficult to get through) and it was the next in-game day.
And Sayori wasn’t in the school.
“Of course something would go wrong right before the festival,” Logan stated, pushing up his glasses. He hadn’t said anything about Remus practically clinging to his arm.
Things had already starting getting a bit weird. But after learning Sayori had depression, and then promising to be there for her and saying they love her and not checking up on her in the morning…
“Hate the main character,” Remus muttered as he loosened his grip just a bit on Logan. “Honestly, like… Depression doesn’t work like that. Wish I could just hit him over the head with a bat. No! My morning star!”
Logan laughed. “You mean the one you stole from the museum.”
“No, the one my grandma gave me.” Remus rolled his eyes.
“I think dropping a few tons of sand on him would be better, honestly.” Logan stated, and before Remus could react they continued.
“At least he feels a little guilty, still doesn’t excuse it though,” Remus says, uncrossing his legs as they begin to feel tingly.
“You kind of left her hanging this morning, you know?” Logan reads in the calm voice they were using for Monika, and Remus and Logan exchange a worried glance.
“Oh… Oh no, no no… Sayori…” Remus buries his face into Logan’s shoulder, half of it at least. He still wanted to see what happened. They finished reading Sayori’s poem and Remus felt worried and he wished he could just grab Sayori and hug her and protect her himself.
Logan wraps an arm around Remus, holding him close as the game pans back to the houses, and they go to Sayori’s house. A sick feeling rests in both of their stomachs.
“Oh no, no no no no….”
The suspense was getting to Remus. He loved gore and horror but he hated the suspense in the few games he had played and the movies that felt with these topics.
“You alright?” Logan asked, looking to Remus worriedly. Remus nodded.
“Anxious about what we’re about to see,” he muttered, and Logan nodded, bringing the arm wrapped around Remus up to brush through Remus’s hair. The music was quiet and although Logan was worried as to what was about to be on screen, he just showed it less. He waited until he felt Remus relax slightly to continue.
They continued on, and after they opened the door-
“I knew it!”
“Oh God!”
They both jumped back, Remus burying his face again into Logan’s arm as Logan faced the door, only glancing back at the screen where Sayori hung. The music that followed just sent dread through them both.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Remus muttered as they sat back up to continue reading the narrative. “Poor Sayori, oh my God.” Remus rubbed his eyes as the loading screen came back.
“Hey, it’s different.”
“Huh?”
“Sayori’s place on the screen, it’s all glitched out. And the new game button.”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I hate this but I love it,” Remus laughs slightly, trying to get his racing heart to get back to a normal rate.
Logan rubbed his back, his heart also beating quickly. He opened up the files for the game, remembering that it was something you should do. Remus watched as Logan went through the game files, first opening a file called hxppy thxughts.
“Holy shit-” Logan hissed, melting into Remus’s warmth as Remus held him tighter. On the screen was a drawing of Sayori hanging, almost looking as though a child drew it.
Remus leaned forward to close out the file. “Should we check anything else?”
“Sayori was really glitched. The characters, maybe?”
Remus hummed softly, before opening up the character files. “No! Ooooh…..”
Remus fell back into Logan’s arms. “This is freaky!”
Logan laughed slightly at that. “It’s only being freaky now?”
“You know what I meant! It having an effect on the files!” Remus huffed. “I can’t believe she was deleted!”
They left the characters file, and instead scrolled through all the other ones, just to be certain they didn’t miss anything. They discovered a file which someone was talking about deleting Sayori, that it was probably better and that they hoped they didn’t break the game.
Remus buried his face into Logan’s shoulder again, groaning slightly. “There’s still a lot of the game left, huh?” He asked. Logan nodded..
“Want to save it for tomorrow?”
“Let’s see how the game is with Sayori deleted. Then try to sleep, probably being haunted by the image of Sayori hanging there in our nightmares.”
Logan made some form of noise that sounded like agreement, and he shifted so Remus could rest his head on Logan’s chest as they continued. He had one arm wrapped protectively around Remus though, whether for his own comfort or Remus’s, neither knew not cared. Remus just shuffled closer.
They continued, starting a “new” game, and got caught up yet again in the narrative, fascinated and terrified with how the game continued, with the game correcting itself without Sayori. It was more difficult to keep up their silly voices. It did lighten the mood though.
It took awhile to get used to it all, especially only just recovering from Sayori’s death.
“Something about Monika is the most off,” Remus said. Logan nodded as he saved the game, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
“She’s a really interesting character, that’s for sure.”
Logan turned off the TV, the only light now being a dim lamp. He stretched, and Remus didn’t think the nerd’s bones could pop any louder.
“Think we should head to bed, then?” Logan asked. They had snacked throughout the game, and weren’t that hungry. Remus could feel his face warm slightly.
“You sure?”
“I don’t see why either of us should sleep on the couch. Unless you’re uncomfortable with it, then you can have the bed and I can sleep out here!”
Logan smiled warmly, brushing some of Remus’s hair out of his face. Remus swallowed before smiling softly himself. No one besides Logan would ever want to be this close to him.
“I’m down to share a bed.”
Logan kissed his forehead before letting Remus go change into some pajamas.
Logan was already in bed by the time Remus had finished getting ready, and almost hesitantly Remus climbed in beside him.
“You’re certain you’re comfortable with this?” Logan asked. He really wanted to make sure Remus was okay with this, he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
Remus slung an arm over Logan’s waist, cuddling close. He nodded. “Yeah. I just don’t want to take things too fast.”
Logan pressed another kiss to the top of Remus’s head. “That’s understandable.” Logan made himself a bit more comfortable. “Just let me know if you ever get uncomfortable, yeah?”
“Will do.” Logan smiled and took off his glasses, leaning over Remus to place the glasses on the nightstand before turning the light off. On the ceiling, dozens of glow-in-the-dark stars. Remus pressed closer to Logan, sighing in content.
Soon enough, both were asleep, dreams wandering back to the game they had been playing.
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totaldramaonline · 4 years
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Thank you for 220!!!
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As promised I am making a proper post about it. Thank you all so much for following and supporting this blog!! I never could have expected it to get this many followers this quickly, or that so many people would enjoy my little AU, its amazing!! This post might be a bit of a long one but stick around because we are gonna vote on what to do to celebrate! I'm also gonna talk a bit about me and why this blog makes me so happy if anyone cares lmao
ok so item number one: the celebration
I have a couple ideas on what we could do so here they are (im also going to do a get 2 know OP sorta thing but that comes l8r)
Season one watch party
I would set up some sort of virtual chatroom/watch party thing and we all get to hang out and binge watch season 1 (as much as we can get through)
if this is the option ill probably have to do a second poll for what program bc Netflix Party requires everyone 2 have Netflix, Kast means everyone has to have Kast, etc. 
Total Drama Commissions
So I like to think I've gotten decent at drawing in the style, I drew some of the photos in the posts as well as my own pfp so the idea is that I can draw whoever you want (yourself/OC/character) in the style for cheap. Deadass like 5 bucks idk. 
Ask box slumber party
for this one to work yall are gonna have to participate but basically, we would all hang out for the night in my ask box! ill answer questions all night as fast as i can as they come in! ill probably post a few question starters and stuff 
(personally this is my favourite option but it's up to you guys)
Voting is now closed (9/31/2020)
item number 2 on today's agenda goes under the cut bc it consists of me getting kinda sappy and rambling for a while
welcome to hell. I don't know when to stop talking to strap in.
Having this many people follow me in under 2 months is so fucking crazy. I never thought you all would be so excited about my little au, I made it for fun because I half rewatched the show with my sister and wanted them all to be friends, and I guess that's what you all wanted too! and then I realized there was sort’ve a fanbase and I was just amazed. This show is such a nostalgic show for me, it was one of the cartoons that my dad loved to watch with me and my siblings. (he's not dead I just realized how that sounds) I was probably 10 when they re-aired all three seasons on cable and we would get into it like it was a survivor and they were real people. I have 6 siblings, and all of us over the age of 10 were obsessed with this show at one point or another. 
They don't make cartoons like this anymore. (i say, sounding old as shit and actually not knowing bc I don't have cable) But this show and 6teen are my favourite shows to rewatch now that I'm not a kid because there's so much hilarious shit I missed as a kid. No wonder my dad liked the show alone with us lol. But yeah, none of this really matters to the whole 200 followers thing, but I'm just so excited to see that so many people like the show as much as I did and do now ya know? so yeah, thank you for being here? 
I really will try and keep up with this blog properly, it's just gonna be hard. As of right now, I have ELEVEN blogs, 5 of which I am actively creating content for, and I am starting a new job on Monday so that's gonna start eating my time. But that's why the queue is great! I try and fill it every few days, and ill do my best to keep that up (but bets are off when school starts back up, it'll probably have to be cut down to a few times a week)
anyways, if you have read this far, I'm sorry for all that and thank you?? you're amazing?? I'm gonna plug my other blogs for a second
@what-is-fanart-even​ is my main. Go here to see what I'm up to. I also do my art here, have my redbubble here, my main commissions, etc
@skyrim-said-that​ is the blog I'm probably most active on but unless you're into Skyrim it'll be boring lmao. I'm really only listing it so yall can see where I'm spending my time. 
This is my Kofi if you wanted to uh support me? no push lmao I'm just putting it here bc I have it
I also have blogs for Outlast, Farcry 5, Red Dead Redemption, sitcoms(Gilmore girls, friends), IT (2017), and Fallout. ill drop URLs in the comments if anyone asks lmao. 
and if you actually read this far you're the real fans, and I love you SO much. have an AMAZING rest of the month/year and i hope you're doing great!! Bye!!! ask box is open all the time if anyone wants to talk!! i love you all!!!!
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zigtheeortega · 4 years
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as good as gold
✿ pairing: mal x mc
✿ word count: 2971
✿ tags: @roguemal ; @violinet ; @nickyvalentinos ; @adrixnrxines ; @senatorraines​
✿ author’s note: okay so this is honestly the weirdest coincidence... i started working on this fic back in early march, and i abandoned it bc it was originally going to be smut, but i just never got around to finishing the actual smut because i wasn’t feeling it, and i wasn’t that confident in the plot. i totally forgot about it, until i read today’s chapter... and i saw parallels between this fic, that i’d abandoned, and the diamond scene/elite skill scene today with mal.
it made me a lot more confident in this because it made me feel like i genuinely understand mal’s character more than i ever thought? (there are parallels between his list of favorite things, stealth, the sneaking around, etc.) anyways, i wrapped it up and thought i’d post it; thank u andrew for writing one of my favorite characters ever and confirming actions and dialogue i thought he’d do ! andrew stans rise. (hope u enjoy pls lmk if u liked it!)
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“Thank Gods they sent us. I’m dying to stretch my legs,” Mal said, tossing the gold coins in the air, the clinking of the metal ringing out against the walls of the abandoned safe house.
They walked towards the entrance, the fresh air hitting them, and their lungs were grateful for the relief. The mildewed stench had been unbearable, but they had to suffer through it. The bounty on their head was enough to turn anyone against them.
Their collective rations weren’t enough to keep them fed. With Tyril being the perpetrator, they agreed it was safe enough for Mal and Zilyana to visit the marketplace, as long as they laid low.
“You’re telling me,” she smiled, inhaling deeply. The scent of the damp, mossy alleyway was incredible in comparison to the moldy smell of their hideout.
She shielded her eyes, squinting at the intense light. They had not seen the sun in days, so the warm blanket was a semblance of hope. She’d rescue Kade soon enough; the warmth on her face proved that all hope wasn’t lost.
They walked in silence, weaving through the alleyways towards the marketplace. Mal stopped abruptly at the end of the alleyway, bracing his forearm against her chest to keep her from going any further.
She caught herself gaping at him as he peeked around the corner a couple of times. His windswept hair framed his face beautifully, curling around his defined jaw, the tips resting neatly against his beard.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a smirk on his face. “Caught you staring.”
She averted her eyes, looking upwards. “Was not.”
“The blush in your cheeks betrays you.”
There was no hiding the violet heat creeping across her face and ears. She’d been drawn to his charismatic nature, his carefree, adventurous attitude one that she envied. He owed nothing to anyone, and he never thought twice about his perception to others.
But underneath the snarky, flirtatious facade, lurked layers of melancholia that she wanted so desperately to uncover.
He cocked his head towards the opening, signaling the coast was clear. “Thought I heard something. We’re safe.”
She scoffed, following closely behind him. “Your definition of safe is ‘not currently being chased’?”
He laughed breathily, and shrugged. “You hit the nail on the head. I’m like a honey trap for trouble.”
The sound of bartering shoppers hit them before the smell of fish and sweat did. “What’s the plan? They might recognize us,” she whispered in his ear, acutely aware of the proximity of their bodies.
She noticed him pocket the gold Tyril had given them for the food. “Mal, what –”
“Just trust me on this, kit. I’ve probably stolen as much food that’s in this marketplace, twice over. I can get us the food and we can keep the loot.” He tried stepping forward, but she grabbed a fistful of the back of his shirt.
“Or we could just stick to the original plan and use the gold for our food and go,” she said, tugging him backward.
“As long as we can have a quick escape route, it’ll be seamless,” he said, turning to meet her eye. “Trust me, Zilyana.”
And she did.
The mischievous look in his eye was enough to send her heart into a tailspin, but his mention of her name was what sealed the deal. It was a rarity that Mal traded in her nickname for her real name, so when he used it, she knew he was being honest for once.
She didn’t know what part of her compelled him to take her under his “wing”. Maybe he was tired of being alone. Maybe he was desperately crying out for someone to get to know the real him. Maybe he’d been calling out for so long, and she was the first to answer.
“I trust you, Mal.”
His eyes softened. She knew he hadn’t heard that in a long time. “Follow my lead.”
At the end of the last alleyway, there was a large fabric trade stand, with various cut and uncut fabrics of different colors and materials, finished garments hung from a clothesline.
He tossed a dagger into the wooden scaffolding holding up the stand, startling the old man at the booth. When he stood to inspect it, Mal snagged two black cloaks.
“These cloaks serve as both a disguise and a red herring. If we’re caught, ditch the cloaks as fast as you can. Then we can walk freely without anyone knowing what we looked like in the first place,” he said, slipping his hood on. “It’ll be a piece of cake.”
“And we’re distracting them and snagging their food? Seems cheap,” she said, putting her hood up, annoyed at her ears poking into the fabric.
“You’re distracting them, and there’s a reason old tricks still work, kit.”
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Zilyana used her natural seduction to trap a few unsuspecting suckers, and Mal snagged the food, storing it on the roof of a taller building, just high enough to not be spotted from other rooftops if they laid down.
“I’ve never had an apple before,” she purred, stroking the vendor’s arm with the tips of her slender fingers. It was a horrible lie, but it was working.
“Y-you haven’t?” he stammered, clearly flustered.
“I’m not from around here,” she smiled, leaning forward, exposing just enough of her collarbone and the top of her breasts to reel him in.
“I don’t normally do this, but this one is on me,” he smiled timidly, handing her a bright red apple. Little did he know, Mal had been snagging item after item from his stand behind his back.
She took it from him, brushing her fingers across his knuckles. “You’re too kind. I owe you.” 
He blushed furiously, looking anywhere but her face. “I wouldn’t mind taking you out to my favorite tavern down the road––”
“Oh, I’m leaving town tomorrow,” she pouted, batting her eyes. “I wish we could’ve spent more time together.”
Mal emerged from the alleyway, watching closely. She didn’t know if he was capable of jealousy, but his nonchalance vanished when the vendor asked her on a date.
“I’m closing up shop soon, if you’re willing to wait for me.” He said, the blush still lingering on his cheeks.
“Balmed is that you? Oh my Gods, it’s been so long!” She exclaimed, looking at Mal, who still watched from the shadows.
The vendor turned quickly, noticing no one was there. He looked back at her, then double-taked, scrutinizing his stand of apples. “Hey…”
She sprinted past him, kicking the back of his knees so he crumpled, but it didn’t stop him from yelling, “Thief!” at the top of his lungs.
Mal grabbed her hand, whisking her down the dark alleyway. The sun had dipped just below the buildings, making the alleys a perfect getaway.
They rounded the corner, ready to discard their cloaks, but they spotted guards barreling towards them from both directions.
“What do we do?” She practically cried, gripping his shoulder.
“There’s two of us, and four of them, kit. You do the math,” he smirked, unsheathing his dagger.
“But that makes it sound like we should run–”
He whipped his arm forward, sending a dagger into the nearest guard’s shoulder before decking the other in the jaw.
Zilyana knew that Mal’s sheer dumb luck was part of the reason he was a notable thief. He somehow managed to survive in every situation, like a rodent.
She drew her sword and slashed the guard in front of her in one fluid sweep, kicking the other in the chest, sending him sprawling.
“That was a little too easy,” she trailed off, her senses sparking. She had no control over her elven senses, but they usually came to her when she needed them most, similar to a fight or flight response.
“I think the guards have us cornered but we haven’t met them yet. I can hear footsteps.”
Mal’s eyebrows rose. “We’re completely surrounded?”
“Yes.”
“Alright.”
“Alright? What are we gonna do?” she asked, hysteria begging to burst through her calm demeanor.
“The rooftop where we stashed the goods isn’t far away. I’d say five buildings or so over. After they pass, we’ll have to jump from roof to roof –”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not even in the right garments to jump right now,” she shook her head, gesturing to her casual dress.
“You’re just gonna have to flash the entirety of Port Parnassus,” he teased, turning to the wall next to him, covered in mossy vines.
He grabbed onto a vine and started climbing, her on his heels. The footsteps were within Mal’s hearing range by the time he got to the rooftop, so he extended an arm for her to grab.
She gripped his forearm, pushing herself off of the wall. It sent her flying into Mal, the momentum too much for the short distance. They fell over, her landing on top of him, chest to chest, their noses nearly touching.
She could see a snarky quip forming on his lips, but it never came. She watched his smug grin dissolve into admiration, his gaze softening as he glanced back and forth from her eyes to mouth. The lingering rays of sunlight struck their rooftop, hitting Mal’s face, transforming his dark brown eyes into a stunning liquid pool of amber, flecks of gold she’d never noticed before reflecting the light.
He reached up, pressing a gloved hand on her face, gently stroking her jaw. She leaned into the embrace, closing her eyes and sighing just low enough for him to hear.
A low growl rumbled through his chest, the vibrations passing through her own. He watched her, transfixed, through half lidded eyes.
“Have you always been this beautiful, kit? Or have I just been too stupid to notice?” He whispered, tenderly gripping her chin with his thumb and pointer finger.
She smiled, holding back a laugh as they heard the guards clamor down an alley nearby. “I don’t know if I’d say you were stupid…”
With his eyes trained on her lips, she leaned down, closing the distance between them, her parted lips meeting his. He could’ve frozen up – he could’ve pushed her away. Instead, he tangled his gloved hand through her hair, deepening the kiss.
He snaked his arm around her waist, his grip firm and commanding. He tasted sweeter than she could’ve imagined, his scent even more intoxicating up close.
He pulled away, searching her features. She couldn’t tell if he was thinking she’d regretted it that fast, but she was determined to ease his mind. Zilyana recognized the walls he put up; they were familiar because they mirrored her own. 
“Anything we do from this point on, I won’t regret. Don’t worry,” she whispered, stroking her thumb across his beard.
He looked at her like he was truly seeing her for the first time. Like he was safe with her. Like he wanted her too. 
The guards passed through the alleyway next to them, the clanking of their armor drowning out Mal and Zilyana’s labored breaths.
He pulled her close, tucking her underneath his head, his arms circling her protectively until the guards passed.
They stayed in the same position, embracing, until the sun set, making way for the midnight skyline freckled with glimmering stars.
After the street lanterns were lit, and the residents of Parnassus were tucked into bed, they were momentarily safe enough to discard the cloaks and sneak back to the rooftop where their food was stashed.
Once they were on the rooftop, Mal gestured to her to walk towards the edge of the building. She looked out at the edge of the port city, the vast body of water rippling, the waves flicking calmly against the docks, the water reflecting the moonlight.
“I never get tired of views like these,” he sighed, snatching an apple and taking a bite. “I love gold, but I love a pretty view more.”
She eyed him, brows furrowed. “Alright, I love gold more. But scenery is a close second.”
“Mal the Magnificent is getting candid? Color me surprised,” she grinned, watching his expression match her own.
“What can I say? You’ve grown on me, kit.”
And that was all the validation she needed. She was chipping away at his facade brick-by-brick, and one day his defense would crumble. 
She’d be the only one to witness the beautiful destruction.
She crossed the distance between them, facing him while he chewed and swallowed his mouthful of apple. Juice dribbled down his beard, and she wanted so badly to taste the sweet flavor of his lips again.
“You’ve grown on me, too,” she said, reaching for his hand with her own, hooking a finger around his. She used the other hand to delicately swipe her thumb across his facial hair, drying his face of apple juice.
He watched her in awe, looking at her as if she were the only being in the world.
“We should probably get back,” she whispered, refusing to break eye contact. “They might be worried.”
“Yeah, they might be worried,” he repeated, still staring at her, squeezing her finger with his own. “But I think it’s better we stay the night.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to miss a second of seeing the moonlight on your skin,” he said, eyes roaming over her face.
Her face heated, breaking eye contact first. She knew the violet tones in her cheeks would betray her calm exterior once again.
“I could look at you for hours…” he trailed off, stepping closer towards her.
Their bodies were barely touching, their faces close enough so that the wind made the tips of his hair tickle her cheek.
He took his leather gloves off, revealing his scarred, calloused hands, likely from the years of training with blades. He cupped her face in his bare palms, the heat from his hands counteracting the chill of the sea breeze.
It was the first time he touched her with his bare hands, and she relished in the contact. It was a feeling of intimacy she hadn’t felt before.
She’d been abandoned by her birth parents and adopted by a human family. When they passed, she felt not only the tremendous loss of her parents, but the longing to be wanted by those who willingly left her before.
She saw so much of herself in Mal. The classic signs of abandonment issues were blatant in his personality. He wouldn’t admit it to her then, but he’d grow comfortable with her and come around. And she’d be there for him.
She watched as he leaned in tentatively. She closed the gap between them, pressing her mouth firmly against his, wrapping her arms around his waist.
He melted in her grip, a low groan coming from his throat at the initial kiss. She parted her lips, begging to taste him again.
She drug her hands around his torso, meeting at his belt buckle, unlatching and untying until they fell to the ground with a clank. She slid her hands underneath the tail of his tunic, pulling upwards. She was met with the firm muscles of his stomach, a soft tuft of hair from his navel to the waist of his pants.
“Zilyana, I…” he breathed, eyes half lidded.
“I want you,” she finished, pulling back just enough so that she could meet his gaze.
His hair had become unruly, whipped by the sea breeze and the momentum from running through the alleys of Parnassus. Loose strands framed his face like vines on a stone wall, begging for her hands to wrangle them.
“You sure you want this? We can pretend like it didn’t happen when we go back,” he said. She detected a twinge of uneasiness in his voice, like he didn’t know what he wanted from her.
“We can work it out later, Mal,” she whispered, running her hands farther up his chest.
He groaned, both because he was trying to maintain responsibility and his body was responding to her touch. “You’re right. Fuck it.”
He kissed her fervently, ripping at the laced-up ribbons on the back of her dress. The air between their bodies crackled, their unbridled sexual tension finally reaching its climactic end.
She tried helping him out of his clothes, but stopped after a few failed attempts. “For a simple guy, you have a complex wardrobe.”
He laughed, the deep bass of his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. “I can be flashy when I want to be.”
He stripped his tunic off, then his boots, before helping her slide out of her dress. Her undergarments were thin, just thin enough so that he got a glimpse of her naked body underneath.
He rested his hands on her waist, pulling him towards her. She grazed her fingers across his stomach and lower back, lightly touching the dozens of scars. He had a story behind each scar, and she wanted to hear every one.
He eased her onto the stone, gently, like she was as fragile as a priceless heirloom.
“Look at you, Zilyana… so beautiful,” he whispered, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “I told you I like a pretty view.”
She searched his eyes, the trace of golden flecks gone with the sunlight, and she smiled internally. She was learning to love gold, too, as greedy as it sounded.
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theclownandtheflame · 4 years
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AIGHT FELLAS it's me ya slut writing a Gaius x MC fic so if you don't like Gaius or feel grossed out by the idea of a ship then DON'T READ IT haaaa no seriously don't read it. Also don't shame those who like it. PEACE! 🧚🏻‍♀️
Btw I didn't quite finish it bc idk my imagination gets dry sometimes and stuff. BUT if any of you want me to keep writing, then ask so and I'll do it! I'll do it either way but oh well ksksksks here we go!
Victim, Victim, Monster
A Gaius Augustine x MC drabble/fic
Written by @theclownandtheflame
DISCLAIMER: Some NSFW, slight mentions of PTSD (not romanticized tho!! ew!!)
Characters used &/or mentioned belong to Pixelberry!!! All rights to them even if they take ours on a daily basis
My mother language is Portuguese so please excuse my grammar should it be necessary!
MC's name is Athena because,, :)
Final warning for Gaius' haters: don't. read. below. the line !!!!!!!!
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"Athena, I did terrible things to you. I abducted you. I raided your mind. I tortured your friends. I killed you."
Funny how stating the obvious got him stuck in her mind the whole night. Fragile, the bloodkeeper clutched her pillow and busied herself with happier thoughts. As if there were any at times like these.
They had just escaped the island when its effects fully wore out. She couldn't blame "grandpa" for her restlessness, as much as she wanted to. So much to consider after trekking across the ugly truth and all she could think about was Gaius. Gaius Augustine.
She heaved a dramatic sigh before changing positions. Now, laying on her back, Athena realized this was probably the best night of sleep she's had in a while. Even if there was, like, absolutely no sleeping involved.
What kept her up wasn't the nightmares this time. Something about their talk, as eerie as it went, helped her conceal the fact his face would haunt her forever. Because, oh, it would.
"You can't sleep, can you?"
The agony, crawling under her skin, hit so deep she could hear his voice at any given time. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she stared at the ceiling, counting sheeps for a change. No nightmares, no daydreams, but absolutely not a hint of tranquility.
"... Athena."
She huffed. If she knew coming to good terms with the enemy would bring him inside her head, she wouldn't have taken the high road. Her lips still tingled from the kiss she pressed to his cheek. The electric warmth shared upon breaking a boundary she would've never have crossed days prior.
If only her friends could see her now. Touching her lips with her fingertips. Thinking fondly of a monster they swore to kill.
"Are you asleep? Do you actually sleep with your eyes open? You are one strange woman."
"Leave, demon!" She hissed, forcing herself up to sit by the edge of the bed. Both hands rubbed at her temples as she whispered words of discouragement, praying to have her brain raided by better thoughts. A psych vampire who can't watch after her own mind was most likely a joke.
Until she glanced towards the door, slowly, blushing deeply at the owner of her inner voices who simply stared back in awe. So it wasn't her imagination playing tricks, huh?
He blinked. Fast.
"... Did you think I—"
"Shut up." She lisped. Her hands continued to cradle her head even as he walked in, eyebrows arched.
"I was hoping you'd be less fussy after our conversation."
Without expecting an invitation, he crossed the distance between them and leaned into the wall across from her.
Surprisingly she didn't budge. Not until her body flinched at the cold breeze that entered freely from the gap he left by keeping the door open.
"Yeah, so was I." The woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath to keep herself from shaking.
Once aware of the situation, Gaius snatched her pillow and tossed it on the door. It slammed closed from the impact, but it wasn't loud enough to startle the others.
"Hey!" She gasped, watching the scene with eyes wide. "Couldn't you just go and close it manually? Like, running for it? You're a powerful vampire, dude."
Entertained by her fright, he smirked.
"I'm also way too comfortable standing right here... dude."
Gaius Augustine was a monster. Is a monster. She couldn't really tell. Decades of cruelty couldn't be wiped out so easily, as Kamilah strongly suggested whenever she mentioned his name. Yet, the way he looked at her with a mixture of sorrow and regret proved it true: Rheya broke him whole.
He stood still, stiffening once their eyes met, and suddenly all she could see was a wounded hound looking for shelter.
"Why are you here?" She asked at last. A simple question that sent him looking for scrappers of answers he couldn't quite provide.
Why was he there, really? Because she's the only one who didn't give him a hard time? Because she knew how his mind worked, and therefore they had a reliable bond?
Because she's the only good thing left of the Rheya he once loved?
He needn't consider any further. That last possibility drained all colors from his face. Staring blankly ahead, his mouth slightly ajar, Gaius ignored her altogether and hurried towards the door.
"Wait!" She called out. Without further ado, Athena leaped to her feet and approached the man to lay a hand on his as it reached for the knob.
The look he gave her was a haunting one. Desperate. He couldn't bear looking at her face without feeling himself break further.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
He was terrified of her.
"I must leave." He blurted out, but his body remained unmoving. The gentle touch he felt on his hand moved on to his cheek, and suddenly he found himself leaning into it.
What the hell, Athena? What are you doing?, She thought. He abducted you, raided your mind, tortured your friends, killed you!
Their eyes met once more, and this time they didn't go astray. They glared at each other's hues while their heads swirmed with questions of where they stood and what they meant.
Victim, victim, monster.
Both experiencing a strong attraction that most likely came to life due to their shared fear:
To lose a purpose without making it right.
Pulling away out of a sudden, Athena turned on her heels and walked in front of a mirror. He followed short after, magnetized, his hands yearning to grasp her hips but resting on his belt instead. His towering figure could be easily seen behind her as a smile crept on her rosy lips.
"What?" He frowned. "What's so amusing to you that clearly isn't to me?"
Biting on her bottom lip, she gestured towards their reflections, believing it would be enough. By the way his lips puckered, it wasn't.
"We're vampires. Yet we can see ourselves on the mirror. Hollywood's fishy, isn't it?"
Sighing sharply not to roll his eyes at her foolishness, he leaned into her to touch the mirror's surface. The way his chest pressed into her back so that his palm could reach the glass made her heartbeats quicken.
The funny look he gave her through a squint was enough to say he heard them loud and clear. And enjoyed being the cause of it.
"You don't believe Vlad's tales, do you? It's outrageous. The man is a buffoon." He quirked an eyebrow. Looking at the mirror at the same time, the two shot each other challenging glares until she burst into laughter.
"Nah. He's not that great, by the way. I don't see the appeal... and I've certainly had better."
Wiggling her eyebrows, Athena fist-bumped the air upon spotting a crimson shade spread on his cheeks. He'd have pulled away to adjust his posture if she hadn't laid her hand upon his.
Her fingers grazed his until curling around them, her touch so gentle he could barely feel it. He closed his eyes when she laid her head back on his shoulder, and his arm slowly slithered around her waist in return.
Humming to herself, Athena shrunk into his arms and cherished the warmth of his hold. Then, the touch of his lips on her ear, of his breath tickling her skin.
"I do see the appeal in this." He growled, softly, making her body shiver from goosebumps. "Of holding you close to me instead of hunting you down. Of saving you instead of dragging you to harm's way."
The hand he had holding on her waist moved up to her breasts, hovering over her cleavage as he reached for a necklace as an excuse to his gestures. Her heart was entirely out of control at this point, beating faster by the minute – but she didn't care. She wanted him to be aware of his effects. Tilting her head, she brushed her lips across his jawline and smirked at the hiss she got in response.
"Well, there is a saying for that, y'know? Make love, not war."
Having distracted him with an array of kisses on his jaw, she reached back around her neck to unclip the necklace and toss it away. He needn't an excuse. Not anymore.
"So which one's gonna be? I'm warning you though, I'm great at waging war."
"You are infuriating." Without further notice, his hands clutched her hips to flip her around.
Once she could face him properly, Athena inched forth to try his lips for the first time, but he made sure to keep her at arm's length. His eyes, dark with lust, studied her frame before locking on her features. It's like he was seeing her for the first time, savoring the sight of something he craved despite unaware.
He took it in without a wish to kill but to touch, appraise, caress. Taste.
"Kiss me." She ordered, her voice but a whisper as his thumbs drew circles around her hips.
"No, Bloodkeeper..." He hummed, his nose brushing hers as he fought the urge to give it in. "I'm not so sure I am worthy of your lips."
Dodging temptation, he pressed a kiss to her cheek instead. A warm reminder that there's still good in this world as much as there could be in him.
"Goodnight, Athena."
She shook her head. He couldn't leave now, not when she found a way around the sharp edges of his heart. However, he was too determined to cut it short before it was too late. Even if something told him they were way past that.
Averting his gaze not to meet her hungry eyes, he planted one last kiss on her forehead and left with haste.
"Great..." She mumbled, more restless than ever. "Now I definitely can't sleep."
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hi it's your secret santa! first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i hope you have a wonderful day! how are you celebrating, if you are at all? safely, i hope! either way i hope you manage to find a way to have a great day full of love!! consider my christmas gift a belated birthday gift as well lol. anyway i loved reading your last answer, it was so thoughtful and sweet. i realized after reading that i barely know anything about dove lol so follow up q: what about dove makes you love her so much?
sorry for the late response! the last couple days have been v busy and ive been super tired and dissociative on top of it so i made a point to save this bc i wanted to give it my full attention!
first of all thank you!! i was going to do a virtual meet and greet with one of my favs from jersey boys but he got confused about timezones so we rescheduled but were doing it next week! then i went to a virtual walt disney family museum panel, had pizza for dinner and watched some liv and maddie, my mom made a cookie cake that we ate while watching the grinch musical, and then some friends and i watched the jersey boys movie together over skype!
im so glad you enjoyed reading my last answer! and oof thats another loaded question (i love it tho)
- like i said when first talking about what drew me to her and liv and maddie, a big thing is just how much passion and love she puts into her characters. ofc she puts passion into every character she plays, but its the passion she puts into characters like liv, maddie, and mal that means the most to me. that goes back to the fact that ive dealt with a lot of negativity directed towards me for enjoying disney channel, and then you have dove out here saying “yah im a teenager/twenty-something who not only respects what theyre doing on disney channel, but puts my all into it” not to mention she even won an emmy for playing liv and maddie in season 4! i hope that passion and talent has started to change the conversation about disney channel, and tbh i think it has at least a bit.  ofc, none of this is to say other people her age acting on disney channel arent talented and passionate, but idk, something about her has always stood out to me. i find her to be more animated and expressive than most. it can be hard for me to read emotions in live action movies and shows, so thats been really important for me. not to mention she was not only playing the lead but TWO lead characters on a four season show with distinct personalities but also subtle similarities. AND the main character in the biggest DCOM franchise in years for 5 years running now. PLUS the fact that there was a period where those were both happening at the same time. she was only 16 when she started all this and hadnt even had any big roles prior to it!! she had a lot of responsibility so it was amazing to see her not only pull it off, but excel at it.
- i just love like....her aesthetic?? shes always seemed to be a very old soul to me, into old jazz music and poetry and stuff like that. its just very charming. and for her to have that aesthetic on top of being a disney channel actress is a fascinating juxtaposition.
- this is kind of sappy and it gets tiring to hear it said over and over again but that doesnt mean it isnt true: i love how transparent she is about her struggles with mental health issues, trauma, and such. she has been for a long time but even more so over the last year or two. no shade to anyone else, but a lot of actors dont really give you a look into their personal lives, they just share and promote their product. im not saying theres anything wrong with that, its good to know what youre comfortable sharing, ive just felt all the more close to her with her being as open as she is, especially as someone who has gone through trauma myself, albeit different from hers.
- kind of connected to that, i love how important spreading kindness, positivity, and love is to her. thats another thing thats been said a million times but still, its very important to me.
for example. she’ll randomly tweet things like “i love you” a lot. im one to always think of the thought process that goes on behind whatever someone posts, texts, etc., bc personally i put a lot of a thought into pretty much anything i say or do before i put it out there publicly, probably bc of my social anxiety. even tho its a simple statement and takes her a couple seconds to post, she still had to have the thought “i want to remind my fans that theyre loved” or something along those lines. and she has this thought FREQUENTLY. to just randomly get a notification every few days or weeks or so of her saying something like that is just very heartwarming to me.
the reason i connected with miley so much when she helped me through my initial trauma was bc it felt like even if no one loved me, she loves her fans, thus she loves me. thus the person i love and admire the most loves me. even if its only one person, it can be enough. it was for me at the time. i feel that same way with dove. when she came into my life, i didn’t feel as unloved, but her love was still helpful to me.
- of course i need to specifically talk about her kindness in person too. dont get me wrong (ive been saying that a lot havent i lol), i totally and completely loved her long before i met her, but naturally, i love her 10x more after the experiences ive had getting to know her in person.
i could go ONNNNNNN about the experiences ive had with her, and i have lol, and if you already heard me ramble about this in the server i apologize, but the most important thing ive taken away from every encounter ive had with her is this: she always goes the extra mile. she always goes out of her way to make people feel special. what i mean by that is she could say/do HALF as much as she has when meeting me and i would still leave over the moon feeling loved. you can tell she does this in excess bc she really truly means it and cares about people like me, she doesnt have any kind of ulterior motive and isnt just going through the motions doing whats asked of her, she simply cares about me and the rest of her fans. some examples - the first time we met, i was sobbing (lol) and she hugged me for a really long time, rocking me back and forth, brushing my hair with her thumb, calling me sweetheart and honey. she even started to tear up a bit herself. - a couple months later, i went to my first liv and maddie taping. i was preparing to reintroduce myself (i looked a little different bc id been cosplaying as maddie the first time i met her) and ofc when preparing myself, i fantasized pretty heavily as i usually do and pictured myself showing her the pic of us on my phone, her gasping, jumping out of her chair screaming, and hugging me, thinking that was probably way more than i was gonna get. that is EXACTLY what happened. then she went on to tell me how my costume made her whole weekend. things like this would continue to happen where i would set the bar impossibly high and not only would she meet it but she’d exceed it. - our usual interaction from there on would start with her face lighting up when she saw me, her calling me some kind of cute name like love or baby, and then hugging me without me even having to initiate it. - when i saw her in mamma mia, i didnt know when id be seeing her again afterwards after pretty consistently getting to see her for 2 years, so i wanted to make sure we got some kind of closure. at the stage door, i reminded her how much she meant to me and just expected like an “aww i love you too” or something back, but she said “you are an angel in my life” and i will never forget that. obvs, i havent told her ALL the details about what she and her characters mean to me but like...she can tell. she can tell if im in a homemade maddie costume sobbing into her arms that theres something there, and shes VERY appreciative of that. - i thankfully got to see her at a meet and greet a few months later and every time i thought i should get going cuz i didnt want to hold the line up, she would just open her arms for another hug. speaking of being appreciative, she even said “thank you for being such a supportive fan.” as i left, i turned around to say one last goodbye. i made sure she wasnt with the next fan yet and yelled out “bye!” and she yelled back “I LOVE YOU!!” and blew me a kiss. again, its the little things. - i saw her at a small panel in new york a few months after that. she walked in the room when the lights were down as they were playing a clip, she quietly waved hi to everyone, then saw me and loudly whispered HI BABY!!! and stopped on her way to the stage to give me a hug. (then she looked at me from the stage and asked which way i thought she should cross her legs for the interview lol) - sometimes when she sees im next in line, shell give me a knowing smile or whisper “hi baby!!” or something like that. she saw me in the crowd after clueless and seemed to make a point to come to me last bc she knew wed be talking for a while, which we did. she even told me she’d seen me in the audience, asking if i was in the front on the left, which i was.
even all that is still just scratching the surface. weve “known” each other for 5 years now and every time i think she’s done the most she can do, she outdoes herself again. not to mention when im at these events, i see her treat all the fans she meets with all of that kindness too. naturally all of this has made me love her all the more.
- finally, lets just be honest here..........................shes REALLY fucking hot.
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