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bit-dodgy-innit · 1 year

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Cuff(ed) It

Part of my 500 Follower Celebration set in The Shape of Youniverse

The Prompt: You and Steven attend his department holiday party

Requested by: a lovely nonnie!!

Pairing: Steven x afab!reader, background Jake x afab!reader, and Marc x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Spice-O-Meter: 🌶🌶🌶 (Rated Explicit, Minors DNI!)

Word Count: 3.8k

CW/TW: Tonight we’re pleased to offer Steven’s students being thirsty for him, talk of meddling in one’s marriage (nothing serious though), tipsy (but still very consensual) sex, exhibitionism, f!receiving fingering, mirror!sex, doggy!style, mentions of pregnancy and conceiving, breeding kink, lactation kink and breastplay, dirty talk, tooth-rotting sappiness over little bebes at the end

A/N: THE FINAL PROMPT FILL! WOOOOO ONLY TOOK ME A SHORT QUICK THREE-ODD MONTHS TO GET THROUGH THEM ALL 😝 This fic? Gonna be honest, she’s a bit chaotic, but in the best way I hope. I started writing it, felt stuck, opened a new document and this poured out. Translations at the bottom of the post!

“You know, I never noticed it until tonight, but you know who’s actually quite fit?”

“Who?”

“Doctor Grant.”

“Oh girl I knowwwwwww. At school he slouches and wears those dorky shirts, but at stuff like this, when he’s in a suit and his wife’s with him, I always remember how sneaky-hot he is.”

“Oh my god, exactly!”

“It’s like a department rite-of-passage to fancy Doctor Grant a bit, if I’m honest, especially after the holiday party or a fundraiser for the school or something when we all remember how bloody handsome he is.”

“I thought it was just me!” the first girl (a graduate student was your educated guess) giggled.

“No, it’s definitely a thing,” her friend confirmed.

You stood paralyzed in the restroom stall as the conversation unfolded on the other side. You’d already peed, should you leave the little cubicle and inevitably interrupt them?

Would they recognize you? You didn’t want to embarrass them. They were right after all, Doctor Grant was really quite fit, though you were admittedly biased.

Plus a craven, vain, possessive part of you wanted to hear more. With a six-month-old at home, your husband in the midst of three careers, and just the sheer amount of time you’d been together, sometimes the melee of life could make you forget just how well you’d done in the spouse department. It was nice to be reminded.

“What’s the tea on his wife, hm? How did Mrs. Grant cuff that?” The first girl prodded.

Her question was a sentence to stay in the stall. They definitely would recognize you if you emerged now.

“No idea honestly,” her companion answered, “I mean, she’s definitely pretty. They told Dean they met through a friend, and on their first date he took her to an exhibit of her favorite artist and like did all this research to impress her.”

“He had to impress her?” she echoed, her tone tinged with disbelief. Your brow furrowed. Yes, your husband was a fox, but you weren’t totally out of his league, were you? You were certainly worthy of being courted a bit, even if you did jump into bed with Marc on the first date. “I’d be on my knees every night for a guy who looked like Doctor G and was so romantic.”

They both burst more giggles. To be fair, you did spend a fair amount of time on your knees. Especially since you’d started dating Marc first, who unlike Steven, had his fair share of bedmates and exuded more inherent confidence. It intimidated you. So when you started sleeping together, you’d concocted a self-imposed need to prove to Marc that you were up to par, if not capable of exceeding, his former lovers. It was why when you learned his ex-wife was The (stupidly stunning) Scarlet Scarab, you wholly lost your shit. How does one compete with a gorgeous superhero?

“I bet she’s on them a fair bit,” Miss Know-It-All divulged, “Doctor Burke did her doctorate along with him and they didn’t start seeing each other until his last year of the course. And now they’re married and just had a baby. Bitch worked quick.”

“Honestly, can’t knock it,” the first girl conceded.

Thank you, you thought. A part of you wanted to interject that Nyla had been unexpectedly conceived on your honeymoon and you’d dated Marc for a year, then him and his alters for another year after that before getting engaged. The pair of you also weren’t literal babies like these girls currently gossiping a meter away from you. You were both adults, your husband was in his forties for heaven's sake.

“I bet the baby’s cute,” she mused further.

“Oh my goodness, he hasn’t showed you? All Doctor G does is bang on about Nyla. It’s literally either coursework or his kid if you talk to him.”

Your heart swelled. This wasn’t the first time you’d heard from Steven’s colleagues what a proud papa he was to your little girl. Hearing it from strangers, and completely unprompted, was extra special though.

“I’ve never really had a reason to talk to him, and now I don’t know if I can actually without looking like a total idiot.”

“No, he’s really sweet, he’s the type of fit guy who doesn’t know he’s fit. And he’s like scary clever. You can ask him literally anything about ancient Egypt and he knows it. But he’s also not an arsehole about it you know? I’m applying to be his TA next semester.”

“Are you?” she gasped. “Really?”

“Ummm yeah, why wouldn’t I want a dishy, brilliant thesis advisor?” Miss Know-It-All countered. “He should be at Oxford or Cambridge really. You know Sam Miller babysits for them?”

“They do?!” Her friend exclaimed. “Don’t know if I’d want that gig for the inside scoop or if it’d be too much pressure. Their kid is still a baby right?”

“Yeah, I’d say it’s worth it to suss out if Doctor G and her are open to…let’s say, ‘featured players’ in the bedroom.”

“Stop Emma, you’re terrible!”

“She came to one of his lectures once with the baby and Dean thought he heard them fucking in his office.”

Fuck, you swore internally. Steven had sworn the offices would be empty! You’d kept quiet!

“Noooo! Doctor G is hot I’ll give you that, but he dresses like my grandpa. There’s no way he’s that kinky.”

“Maybe he’s not, but she could be,” Emma pointed out. “Only one way to find out.”

“You are such a slag,” Emma’s friend accused her playfully. “Come on, we need to get back, I want another drink.”

You heard two pairs of heels shuffle to the door, then it open and close behind them, and at last the coast was clear. Finally exiting the stall, you robotically washed your hands and touched up your lipstick, moving to check that your hair still looked decent afterwards.

Your gaze lingered in the mirror to give yourself a once-over. You’d chosen a flattering, but pretty conservative dress for Steven’s UCL holiday party. Sure, there wasn’t much you could do about the size your tits had swollen up to while you were breastfeeding, but they weren’t necessarily on display tonight either. Your currently huge boobs were for your husband’s eyes (plus hands, mouth, and sometimes cock) only.

Despite your attempts to leave the eavesdropped chat between Emma and her friend in the loo where it belonged, it became obvious fairly quickly that you failed spectacularly at doing so.

“You alright?” Steven inquired, his features creased with concern. “You were in the toilets for ten minutes and have barely said a word since. Something wrong?”

“I’m fine, sorry honey,” you dispelled the worry from his face. “Just overheard an interesting conversation in there that I haven’t been able to shake.”

You grabbed a fresh glass of wine from a passing server while Steven asked “What about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Mmmhmm,” you confirmed, taking a swig of cabernet. “It’s apparently a UCL Ancient Civ rite-of-passage to have a crush on you.”

Your husband looked at you like you’d sprouted another head. His incredulity made you burst into laughter.

“What? I’m not surprised! You’re a very good-looking, intelligent, kind man! I’ve been telling you this since we first met, after all this time—“ you leaned in and lowered your voice to add “—and all the ways I’ve let you fuck me, do you really believe that us getting married and having Nyla was just some cosmic fluke?”

“Honestly? Yeah.”

“Baby—“

Steven averted his gaze and shrugged, offering “Marc was always the handsome one…” as his explanation.

That line. It made you want to whip your wine glass across the room. You restrained yourself and instead growled through gritted teeth, “It feels silly for me to have to remind you as much as I do that you two share the exact same face and body.”

“But still—“

“No more buts anymore Steven! You have co-eds hot for you, you’re officially sexy independent of Marc,” you teased. “And you ought to feel lucky that we’re secure enough in our marriage that I’m not bothered by it. Especially since one of them wants to be your TA and replace Sam as our sitter to see if we’re into threesomes. Which I guess is better than trying to steal you from me outright, to be fair.”

Another gaping incredulous stare from Steven. “Who?”

“I didn’t get her name,” you lied. Truth was, Emma didn’t have a popsicle’s chance in hell at interfering in your marriage. Never mind that you and Steven were deeply in love and had a child together, she hadn’t a clue about the D.I.D, Marc’s past life as a mercenary, his ex-wife, not to mention the service to the Egyptian god of the moon which led to a stint as a superhero. You two had shared and been through too much for a horny twenty-something to impact what you had. “But apparently Dean heard us when we…um, had ‘parental time’ in your office a couple months ago.”

“Bollocks.”

“We knew we were being naughty,” you shrugged.

“Because it was your idea,” he muttered.

“Oh don’t start with me, Doctor Grant. You’re the one who told me not to use the nursing apron,” you fired back. “Didn’t you want to say hi to the department’s Director of Education? There he is.”

***

The rest of the evening unfolded uneventfully, though Emma and her friend, who you learned was named Marnie, did stop by for a quick chat. You were content to clam up and just watch the interaction unfold. They were perfectly polite, unlike their prattling in the bathroom, though they very much fit the trope of a pair of giggling schoolgirls. Steven, of course, was oblivious.

Blame it on the wine, the rare baby-less outing, and being emboldened by strangers raving about how hot your husband was, but when Dean insisted that you and Steven come to the after-party at a pub nearby, you insisted on going. Steven was only one of the professors in attendance, because he was one of the younger, cooler ones, therefore the vibe was much more relaxed and festive than the one at the official university get-together.

You’d had Dean over for dinner (a takeaway dinner that you had to constantly get up from the table because Nyla had started teething that week, but dinner still) so spending time with him was easy and delightful while Steven mingled with his other colleagues.

You also liked to privately touch base with him about Steven’s professional wellbeing. Your husband was tight-lipped about any office woes, and while Dean wasn’t privy to your husband’s D.I.D., you knew that sometimes aspects of it could manifest in your husband’s workplace. The last thing you wanted to do was interfere, but Steven truly loved what he did, and as his wife with a tendency to fret, you liked to keep a tab or two to ensure nothing jeopardized his passion.

“I’m impressed,” Dean remarked as you two huddled outside the pub while he had smoke. “You haven’t batted an eye at all the little first-year masters students throwing themselves at him.”

You laughed. Steven’s hot professor status was really department-wide thing it seemed. “I can’t blame them. He’s very dreamy, but I baby-trapped him so…”

Dean cackled when you punctuated your response with a shrug. “No flies on you, darling. Cheers.”

You and your husband gracefully bowed out when mentions of moving to a club began to take hold. Too tipsy and tired for the Tube, Steven flagged a cab for the both of you, even though it meant that he’d have Jake backseat-driving in his head the whole ride back to Brixton.

Once inside, you rested your head on your husband’s shoulder, hoping to maybe doze off for a few minutes in case Nyla was up when you got home. Steven automatically pressed a kiss to your temple. He was so solid and warm, so safe, you couldn’t help but snuggle closer to him and place a hand over his knee.

“In case I haven’t told you yet, you look pretty as a present tonight,” he murmured into your ear.

You don't know what it was about his compliment, perhaps it was the way he said it, or the way you’d had four glasses of wine, but Steven's soft words of adoration set your body alight.

“Hmm, thank you darling,” The hand that was on his knee traveled towards his inseam to squeeze the meat of his thigh. “Wanna unwrap me? Or maybe just take off the bow? I’d let you slip my knickers aside and play with your present right now if you wanted.”

“Bloody hell,” he groaned, both at your filthy offer and the fact that you’d dragged your hand to cup him through his trousers. “Babe, he’ll see.”

The cabbie had airbuds in (a personal pet peeve of Jake’s) and eyes trained on the road. You shook your head imperceptibly. “Not if we’re careful about it.”

To prove your point, you subtly shifted to drape your thigh over Steven’s leg so he could do just as you suggested. It seemed that your fondling of your husband’s package, steadily but insistently coaxing him to hardness, was able to convince him to follow suit. He tucked his hand under your skirt, mimicking your approach, dragging his palm slowly up your leg. Next, his nimble fingers nudged the dampened crotch of your knickers aside and delved between your folds.

You could feel Steven’s length jump and swell when he made contact with your pussy. It prompted you to rub at him a little harder, biting your lip when one of his digits penetrated you.

“My saucy exhibitionist minx,” he purred into your ear.

“Says the man who screws me in cafe loos,” you shot back without any real heat. How could you be snarky when Steven was slowly, torturously finger-fucking you and his hot, hard manhood was pulsing under your palm?

“Mmmm, I always get a stiffy when we eat there now,” Steven confessed in a whisper about your neighborhood cafe. “That was insane, sucking at your titties and riding my cock like that in the middle of the day.”

“I know daddy,” you sighed, clenching around his digit at the thought. “So naughty, but so good.”

The remainder of the ride home passed in a labored silence between you two, both trying to enjoy each other’s ministrations, but not so much that you clued in the driver. There was one close call when Steven had the gall to sneak another finger inside of you. You nearly drew blood biting your lip to stifle moaning at the intrusion, since it meant you could get straight to fucking once you arrived home.

Tonight wasn’t the first date night you’d come chomping at the bit to make love, so thankfully you two had a pre-established routine. Steven used his coat to cover his groin and went straight to the nursery to check on Nyla while you paid and said goodnight to Sam (your desire was easier to conceal after all). Once Nyla was confirmed to be asleep and Sam had left, you met in your bedroom and tore each other’s clothes off.

The wine warped the edges of your perception, making the clash of teeth and tongues between you and Steven blur into a buzz of arousal, until next thing you knew you were naked, on your hands and knees and your husband was pushing his thick erection inside of you in one determined, smooth shove. You almost moaned the wrong name, nearly keening “Jake” when he entered you, because the position wasn’t one in Steven’s usual rotation. He much preferred for you to ride him, or for you to be on your back - any position where he could sink into your cunt and suckle at your nipples simultaneously.

You weren’t complaining however, and happily pushed back into his thrusts. It wasn’t until Steven angled his hips just right to hit your g-spot, and you threw your head back that you realized it. “We’re in front of the mirror.”

“Mmmhmm,” Steven confirmed, “like to see your tits swing and…ungh, they’ve been watching since you started groping me in the taxi.”

The revelation that Marc and Jake were privy to your coupling had a fresh wave of heat racing down your spine and pooling in your core as Steven continued to rail you.

“Was just so horny for you baby,” you explained, “everyone was eyeing you, but you’re mine and you know you’re mine and I know you’re mine, but I just wanted to feel it. I…I couldn't wait. ”

“You have us now,” he assured you. “Can’t count how many times we’ve seen people checking you out and you’re none the wiser. They can look, but you belong to us, don't you?”

“Yesssss daddy,” you mewled, now equally drunk off the alcohol and your arousal. “Keep giving me your big prick, feels so good.”

“Vamos, Steven, let’s give her more of this big prick she wants so badly,” Jake’s voice growled from behind you. His broad arms moved from your hips to encase your waist and pulled you upright, “Te gusta nena? Like being impaled on our cock like this?”

Your answer was non-verbal, but unmistakably emphatic.

“I think she likes it,” Marc’s American accent chuckled darkly from behind you.

You whined the increase in fullness the change in position brought about, paired with the image you all made in the mirror together. You were first drawn to your husband’s determined expression, so set on his objective to make you see stars that his face was twisted into a snarl. Next, you glimpsed your large breasts heaving with every snap of his hips, and your cunt speared open on his massive erection. The sheer depravity of your reflection made you tilt your head back onto your husband’s broad shoulder and screw your eyes shut.

You knew Steven had wrestled back control of the body when his two large hands found your tits and began to pluck at your nipples. “Love you so much darling, want more kids together. Want Nyla to be just the first.”

His words made your channel flutter around his length at the thought.

“Would you let me? Maybe not tonight, but I want to fill you up with every last drop of my cum, keep these titties big and leaking for me, watch your belly grow again with another gorgeous child.”

“Ohhh fuck Steven,” you gasped, “I want that too.”

“Yeah? You want me to pump you full again?” He urged you, one hand leaving your nipple to suck his soaked fingertip into his mouth for a taste of your milk.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted. You didn’t want another kid right away, but seeing what excellent fathers your husband made definitely meant you wanted more babies eventually. “For now though, will you just make me cum?”

“‘Course darling,” he rumbled, his hand dropping to your clit to push you over the edge. You’d been simmering with yearning all night, so it didn’t take much more than Steven’s hand on your clit, his other on your breast, and his length hammering into you from behind to drown you in ecstasy.

You crumpled back against Steven’s chest while your orgasm coursed through you, too overwhelmed with pleasure to support yourself. Your husband buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply and reveling in the beauty of your release that was unfolding in his arms.

You’d barely floated back down to earth before Steven manhandled you back onto your elbows while he chased his respective climax. The relentless pistoning of his cock into your spent hole emptied every thought from your head that wasn’t “yes”, “good” , or “full”. It wasn’t long before you felt your husband’s seed painting your inner walls and collapsing on top of you.

The late hour and the alcohol made you both slower in extracting yourselves from one another, and after exchanging some sated, passionate kisses, you made a beeline to relieve yourself and wash off your makeup. Steven joined you a moment later in the en-suite to begin his respective nighttime regimen. You two readied for bed in companionable silence. Then:

“It was Emma and Marnie, wasn’t it?”

“Yup,” you replied, popping the p as you dotted on moisturizer, “Don’t hold it against them though, I think Emma’s going to apply to be your TA. It was all harmless in the loo, I promise.”

“Alright,” he surrendered. Despite still feeling buzzed, you clocked a momentary conversation between Steven and an alter in the mirror above the sink. Whatever they said to one another, it prompted Steven to add, “You’re very confident about having us all wrapped around your little finger, aren't you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you parried, meeting your husband’s gaze in the mirror. “Especially when I still probably have some of your cum inside me.”

“Esposita está tan descarada esta noche,” Jake pushed forward to remark.

“Soy--no...estoy un poco borracha todavía,” you confessed. As if your husband needed more proof the wine continued to affect you, you announced out of seemingly nowhere, “I need to say night-night to Ny-Ny.”

Steven intervened, catching you when you tried to bolt from the bathroom. “Darling, you can see her on the monitor. Don't wake her up.”

“Don’t tell me when I can see my baby,” you countered with sudden defensiveness that only surfaces when one’s a bit blitzed. You wriggled out of his grasp, “I’ll be quiet.”

You tipsily tip-toed down the hall to Nyla’s nursery, making good on your promise and not causing your daughter to stir at all as you crept to watch her slumber.

It wasn’t as if you wanted to pick her up or play with her, you just couldn’t fathom going to bed without bidding Nyla goodnight. Your eyes studied the little miracle before you. Her plump little feet that you could never pepper with enough kisses, the curve of her lips that must have been painted on her face by a Renaissance master, those insanely long, dark eyelashes she inherited from her father. There were no words, and never would be, to accurately describe the love you had for your daughter.

You silently blew a kiss in her direction, and found Steven in the doorway when you turned to retreat. While you were kind of peeved that he felt the need to supervise you, you weren't that drunk (you were), you pressed yourself into his warm, sturdy side as you both returned to your bedroom.

“She’s just more beautiful than I ever dreamed she’d be,” you whispered reverently.

“I know,” Steven agreed in a murmur as he guided you back to bed. “We’re the two luckiest people alive. Now let’s go to sleep, love.”

A/N: Yayyy we made it! True life: I’m Emma and Marnie IRL. Also are long, sappy afterglows my thing now? Can’t thank everyone enough for getting me to 500, playing with me and requesting these fics, waiting the approximately 98 years it took for me to fill them!!

ESPECIALLY since in the meantime, I now have over 900 followers which is just bonkers!!!!! BONKERS I TELL YOU! I don’t think I’ll do another prompt celebration like I did for 500 if I reach 1k, but something special will come down the pipeline for sure! Love you all so much and again, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!

Translations:

Vamos - Let’s go/Come on

Te gusta nena? - You like it babe?

Esposita está tan descarada esta noche - Wifey is so cheeky tonight

Estoy un poco borracha todavía - I’m still a little drunk

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lyman-garfiel · 2 months

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two for the ask game because im invested in these two 💌; Are there any special/unique petnames you have for your f/o (or vice versa)?

🖋️; Pretend to write a love letter to your f/o! Go crazy, be as longing and sappy as you want!

💌; smiles =) Lyman's pet names for scarab: - hun -honey -my wife -my godess - my scarlet godess Scarab's pet names for lyman -lizard. just lizard.

🖋️; "i saw somebody get punched in the face at my tavern today yeaah huge bar fight. it reminded me of how badly i want..to punch you in the face sometimes,,,,i love you.....don't do something stupid today <3" the note is hastedly scrabbled on a sticky note attatched to a cup containing scarab's favorate drink, milk tea with lychee jellies, and a jawbone belonging to an unknown animal sitting next to it.

#scaraman #lymanlore #hehoo #when the real wife sends asks about the fictional wife

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bug-decal-kissing · 3 months

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Hey friends!

A new work, if only the stars could hear my love for you, by confetti_punk, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of General Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "ProhibitedWish, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, sappy till the hurt, Bittersweet, this is just a silly idea i had dont think too much into it tbh, A little ooc maybe?, idk scarab is just more passive then i usually like him to be, Emotional Hurt, fellas is it gay to go stargazing and cuddle together?, i love these dumb emotionally repressed old men so much guys, im so tired, had a migraine the whole to i wrote this but its okay cause im a brave boy"

You can read it here:

YESSSSSS A SOFT MOMENT BETWEEN THEM, IT'S DELICIOUS <33333 Prismo is so lonely and touch-starved; I think he needs,, a cat/silly BUT THAT ENDING AAAAAAGH AA NOOOOOO IM GOING TO THROW UP DONT DO THAT TO THEMMMMMM WAAAAAGH/pos

A new work, Party for a New Wishmaster by phoenixash234flames, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Implied Sexual Content, POV First Person, scarab pov"

You can read it here:

Orbo finds out what gay people are/j Prismo is so SMITTEN for Scarab and Scarab is so SMITTEN for him too, it makes me want to eat my walls/pos

NSFW works are below the cut :].

The Beginning is the End is the Beginning, by grylos, was updated today, with 13/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and Graphic Depictions Of Violence, and Rape/Non-Con, with additional tags "Genocide, Slavery, Sexual Slavery, Bombs, Suicidal Thoughts, Sad, Happy Ending, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Backstory, Slow Burn, Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Physical Abuse, Explicit Sexual Content, Corruption, Consensual Non-Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Self-Harm, Grooming, Oviposition, Bugs & Insects, bug sex, Cannibalism, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Suicide Attempt, Dismemberment, Violence, Blood and Gore"

You can read it here:

Baby's first (real) job <3 Amnion is my little guy now they are so sad and I think they need a nice blanket and then everything will be okay /j Helen is both cool and terrifying I want her to leAVE SCARAB ALONE HE DID NOTHING WRONG YOUR HONOUR </3

#prohibitedwish #prohibitedwish fics #the beginning is the end is the beginning #if only the stars could hear my love for you #party for a new wishmaster

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lupinuslepidus · 3 years

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your favorite character from the moth story ? I love them all immensely and cannot pick one

oh SPICEY. okay i dont... really have favorite characters bc a lot of them arent fully fleshed out... but let’s give this one a try Full Name: Katvey ge Noem Gender and Sexuality: aspiring mad scientist; very gay Pronouns: they/them Ethnicity/Species: human Birthplace and Birthdate: Bone City, Bogude (second) in the Month of Fireflies 739 EC

Guilty Pleasures: sneaking into the kitchens to steal freshly baked poppyseed buns. also watching the Scarabs when they’re practicing swordfighting in the courtyard. Phobias: insects. which is a bit of an issue. they’ve become more or less okay with moths by necessity but spiders still have too many legs and worms move weird. What They Would Be Famous For: developing and publishing a new protocol for caring for shrine moths + extracting ink from shrine moths; really not so much the protocol itself as the fact that the protocol sparks an extremely heated debate in the niche corner of “shrine moth care” bc no way are the Ink Moths gonna let some upstart shrine worker tell them how to stop their moths from dying and improve the quality of their ink and there maaay or may not have been a scandal around sabotage attempts on both ends, leading to the first time in recorded history that the Copper Cicadas stepped in to defend a mere temple worker -- What They Would Get Arrested For: well wouldn’t you like to know (they haven’t yet committed crimes against the state but they’re getting there)~ they’ve definitely ‘accidentally’ swapped out painkillers for indigestion-inducing powders when Moth Tern came by complaining about a headache. OC You Ship Them With: Lezte ge Vetsdu. another employee of the Bone City temple; she’s a disaster child that maaaay or may not have connections to the lower city resistance scene, her hobbies include making fun of katvey and missing her work shifts to get into street fights with Scarabs OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Katvey ge Noem. no, seriously, they don’t know how to take care of themselves and they’re going to run themselves into the ground. a close second is Moth Tern, the Shieldbearer Moth who’s been skulking around the Bone City temple looking for signs of suspicious activity. Favorite Book Genre: katvey does not have time to read books. that being said, gay sappy romances Least Favorite Book Cliche: when authors clearly haven’t done their medical research. if you’ve been hit hard enough in the head to get knocked out for over an hour you’re not gonna be able to just get up and keep dueling, that’s a concussion and that’s gonna bite. Talents and/or Powers: the fact that they don’t have powers is a key character point -- they’ve grown up in the temple, but unlike pretty much anyone else who’s grown up there, they can’t use magic. that being said, they’re a bit of a madcap scientist and the best medic + ink extractor in the Bone City temple right now. Why Someone Might Love Them: mostly, they just want people to be okay -- they’ll always fight as hard as they can to keep a patient alive, even at the cost of their own sleep and health; doesn’t matter who the patient is or how they got hurt. They’re also avidly curious about basically everything -- they’re willing to push past what they take for granted about how the world works and seek out + hear out new ideas, and if you want an infodump on shrine moth care or anything else they’re always happy to tell you everything they know. Why Someone Might Hate Them: they can be incredibly annoying and pedantic when they feel like it; they absolutely look down on people that don’t share their work ethic or education level; if someone’s not directly involved with the Temples they’re not worth their time; they’re very insecure about the fact that they can’t use magic and means that they’re not above bullying those that rank below them. How They Change: their inclination to keep asking questions is initially tempered by the fact that they’re very loyal to the temple; this starts to shift as they spend more and more of their time working as a medic and watch both moths and people die under their watch. where they’ll go from there remains to be seen. also they realize that maybe lezte ge vetsdu has a small crush on them. Why You Love Them: baby academic! an expression of what i both love and fear about academia -- the honest desire to help others/to learn more about the world, sabotaged by the inevitable perpetuation of unjust power systems! also they’re just a gay disaster that tends to crush on inaccessible people, which is not a character trope i write often but is very fun to play with.

#thanks for the ask!#i will keep working on this proect.... someday #ive got so many bits and pieces written and nothing coherent #if u see me tagging something 'moth witches' its because of this #algebrasunshine

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mystery-salad · 4 years

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Reposting this since legit somehow Zero of the tags or bolding carried through holy shit

30 questions: GW2 edition I was tagged by @where-is-caithe and @just-eyris-things

This can be done in many different ways: get asks by your followers, pick some questions for yourself, answer the whole damn thing at once, etc! You can draw, write (to explain in details or not) or just post screenshots! If you miss one it’s totally okay, whether it’s by lack of answer or time. Have fun!

1. Favorite living world season?

As much as some of the fights feel really badly balanced, I enjoy LS2 for the close knit new family feel. The whole little group is still figuring their dynamics out and finding their independence, and it’s a real good found family sorta feel as you Go Through A Lot.

2. Favorite expansion?

Heart of Thorns holds a special place in my heart (lol) just for being the first new story since I’d started playing. It’s got many flaws looking back, but nothing has actually hit me harder since. Maybe because anet overuses the punch of tragedy and death an I’m numb to their attempt to low blow us after several years *shrugs*

3. Favorite soundtrack?

The music in Caledon forest was my first step into gw2, and it will forever hold the top spot for me, alongside the original character select screen music.

4. First profession you played?

Ranger! Still one of my absolute favorites.

5. First race you played?

Sylvari, go figure

6. Favorite Destiny’s Edge character?

It’s a tough choice for me! Eir and Caithe rank highest though due to their unconventional character arcs for women. They’ve both got a lot of nuance and challenges and I respect that.

7. Favorite Dragon’s Watch character?

Again gotta pick two, Braham and Rox have a unique feel too and are amazing foils to each other’s characters. I’d like to see more of them together again.

8. Favorite Elder Dragon?

I love the potential held in Bubbles. Deep sea dragon, whose awakening scared even the krait off? Give me those deep sea horrors.

9. Best boss fight (story)?

I honestly really love the final fight against Zhaitan. It really managed to encapsulate the feeling of fighting a larger than life powerful enemy with an army at your back. No big fight since for me has had the same grandeur to it. We did a lot of fighting dragons in “smaller” ways or with “smaller” teams that just feel more...compact, ya know? I want that grandeur back.

10. Best boss fight (fractal)?

Jade maw is fucking wild! And it’s not the boss of its fractal but the giant living statue.

11. Best boss fight (raid)?

Never been in one, would love to one day when I’m in a guild who does them when I’m awake...

12. PvE or PvP or RP?

PvE by far, and RP is fun when you can find the right people.

13. Favorite canon couple?

In one map, there’s a seraph soldier and a bandit having a secret date. They’re so fucking extra and sappy and unnecessary and I love fining them and reading their cheesy star-crossed dialogue.

14. Favorite fanon/self made couple?

With another player, my favorite currently is Matthias with @ascalonianpicnic‘s Aildyn. The two have a very good dynamic.

Solo, I really love my new commander, Kai, with Caithe. I’ve built up a back-an forth for the two that I’m a lot more compelled by than I thought I’d be! I’m excited to share more on these two.

15. Favorite quote?

“sneaky mode engaged”

16. Most emotional cinematic?

The end of Heart of Thorns. A victory, a tragedy, and a clear sign that it’s set off another disaster just by you winning. There’s so many layers to that *boom*

17. Favorite VA?

I’m so bad at naming VAs but whoever voiced the asura female MC knows what she’s about

18. Post a fun screenshot!

Still love this one~

19. Post a landscape screenshot!

20. Most used mount(s)?

I spend most time on raptor still, followed by griffon!

21. Favorite mount skin (for every mount you have)?

Raptor: crested plainsrunner

Springer: kourna jackrabbit

Skimmer: river mothwing

Jackal: lucent sands

Griffon: clouded corvus

Roller Beetle: deep desert scarab

Warclaw: vigilant saberclaw

Skyscale: axejaw skyscale

22. Favorite weapon?

Longbow is my favorite kind of weapon, I like it on every single class that uses it. Favorite overall weapon? Idk man too many to pick from at this point.

23. Favorite gear set?

I’m always a sucker for the sunspear armors

24. Favorite title?

Killer Queen

25. Something you worked really hard to get?

Astralarias is my only legendary so far and it’s pretty rad. Really like Mawdrey too.

26. Favorite GW2 Youtuber / GW2 related video?

Daelin Dwin

27. Most used miniature?

Mini Quail!!! The feather bouncing on the head is an adorable little feature.

28. Most used novelty?

Embiggening tonic!

29. Number of achievments points?

Little over 18,000 now

30. Something you’d love to see in GW2?

Norns getting the same revamp humans got on african american faces and hairs since they’re also based on humans :) Where is it anet? Where’s the fairness? And asura and charr both have some afro-inspired hairs that need better textures now. When anet.

I tag anyone who hasn’t done this yet! Idk who has or hasn’t been tagged in these couple of weeks, but if you haven’t done this yet I’d love to see it via tag 💕

#ask memes

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maple-keenes · 5 years

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the second disaster: playing dumb gets you nowhere* *with exceptions

the first disaster | the second disaster | the third disaster | the fourth disaster | the fifth disaster

summary: on a visit to the local museum, virgil meets and attractive tour guide and manages to convince him (somehow) that he doesn’t believe that egypt is a real place.

it gets better.

warnings: cursing, remus, deceit

pairings: analogical and brief demus/dukeceit/the ship with no name

wc: 1587

a/n: you don’t need to have read the other fics in the series to read this one, but i’d recommend it because i spent a lot of time on them

um, there’s a mention that patton says he doesn’t know who virgil is, which if you’re following the canon of this series wouldn’t make any sense, so let’s just assume logan described him so badly that patton didn’t recognize him.

taglist: @analogical-chaos @ilovemygaydad @alltimevirgilant @virgiliananxiety @romanticsanders @theincediblesulk @wroammin @creativity-killed-thekitten @bitchyybabyy400 @wooflesthatwoof @lyditist @heck-im-lost @max-is-tired @demurphart @thelowlysatsuma @land-of-dragons-and-frogs @theeternalspace @magicallygrimmwiccan @weirdsthenewnormal @romansleftshoulderpad @andrewisabraveboy @satanblessi @supbitchss @diamondrush862

"Why did I have to come with you?" Virgil moaned as Roman dragged him towards the local museum. "I don't need the research!"

“Museums can be cool! Come on, I just need someone here to make snarky comments about the birds in the wildlife wing,” he pleaded.

Virgil rolled his eyes and relented. “God, I hate you.”

“Love you too!”

Roman dragged him all the way to the wildlife exhibit he was supposed to be studying, and several families were confused by the angry emo 24-year-old being pulled by the arm by a bubbly 25-year-old theater kid to a random exhibit in the museum.

Virgil and Roman had been close friends since high school, where they met through the misadventures of a mutual friend, Patton, and Roman’s brother Remus. The four had drifted apart over the years, but the two of them had gone to the same college and now, three years later, Virgil was still stuck going to this stupid museum with Roman.

As Roman diligently took notes on the exhibit he was supposed to be researching, Virgil wandered aimlessly around the Egyptian exhibit and looked at all the… old stuff. (He was never really one for history. Too many white people pillaging and colonizing and not enough sword-fighting.)

He leaned over to look into one of the glass cases, and the attendant walked over with a smile on his face. “Interested in these artifacts?”

“Oh… they’re cool. I was just looking around, really.”

The attendant nodded, still giving him that tight-lipped why-are-you-here smile. “Okay. These are scarab beetles. They were very common in ancient Egypt, and they were worshipped back then. They were sacred animals in Egypt.”

Virgil glanced at the attendant, who seemed to be about 26 or so, and noticed that he was… was it appropriate to say that he was smoking hot? He had tattoos up and down both arms, and glasses that framed his face perfectly, and Virgil’s bisexual ass was crying for this man to keep talking to him.

“Yeah,” Virgil said, running a finger along the edge of the case, “I used to think that wasn’t a real thing until I came here.”

His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, before blurting out, "You didn't think Egypt was a real place?"

Virgil, who was now slightly mortified, did nothing but nod. Oh, god, this hot guy thinks I'm an idiot, he thought, still smiling at the tour guide. “I -”

“My stars, we get some idiots here…” he mumbled, and Virgil started, a bit offended.

“So what if I don’t think Egypt is real?” he asked, affronted. “What are you going to do about it?”

The attendant blinked once, twice, apparently at a loss for words. “I…”

“You know what, I’m going to go now, and you can mull over that,” Virgil said and then stalked out of the exhibit, head held high with the tour guide still tripping over his words behind him.

He strolled through the museum for a little bit longer before catching up with Roman, who was still diligently taking notes on the exhibit he was supposed to. He glanced up when Virgil approached him and shut his notebook.

“Where were you?” Roman challenged, frustrated. “You just wandered off.”

Virgil stuck his tongue out at him. “Sorry, dad. I was just in the Egypt exhibit; I accidentally convinced a guide that I didn’t believe in it, too.”

“You did what now?”

He rolled his eyes, as if this was a normal thing that Roman should have been able to comprehend. “I convinced the guide - who was ridiculously attractive, by the way - that I didn’t believe that Egypt was a real place.”

Roman stared at him, openmouthed. “You - oh jesus, you’ve got a crush on this guy, don’t you?”

“How’d you know it was a guy?” Virgil said, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I know these kinds of things, Virgil. You treat girls with so much more reverence than you do guys, so this crush is a guy.”

He pouted. “I don’t have a crush on him. I just liked messing with him.”

Roman folded his arms across his chest. “Describe him.”

“What?”

“Describe him,” he repeated. “Do it.”

Virgil stared at his best friend and then sighed. “He had like, really soft brown hair that looked really nice, and round glasses, and green eyes that were almost blue, and his face looked really intelligent but sweet at the same time, and - why are you /laughing?”

“You’re so gay for him! Oh my god!” Roman doubled over with laughter. “That’s so cute, it’s baby’s first crush.”

“They will never find your body.”

He glared at Virgil. “You’re awful, I hope you know that. Come on, let’s go back to the Egyptian exhibit! We can still find him!”

“No, we can’t, and it’s not worth it.” Virgil shrugged. “You done?”

“I can’t believe you’re just giving up on true love like that!” Roman cried, exasperated. Several families shushed him, very annoyed. He frowned and turned back to Virgil, who was giggling silently.

Virgil, finally recovering from his fit of giggles, said, “I’m not giving up on true love. It’s a crush, if that.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst,” he replied, sticking his notebook in his back pocket. “Let’s go, then.”

Roman, who was a wise man (sometimes) knew that there was essentially no convincing Virgil now that he’d made up his mind, so they went home.

It was the next day when the guide, who’s name was Logan, and who was 26 years old, was with his friend DC, who was quite frustrated with Logan.

“So you’re in love with him -”

“Felt that he was attractive,” he corrected.

“And you just let him leave!” DC threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. “Logan, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you!”

“I don’t know what you want me to do!” Logan exclaimed, pacing the room. “I just thought he was attractive and I wanted to get to know him a bit better, but he left, so, oh well.”

DC sighed loudly and glared at him. “I hate you. I hate you so much. Okay, I’m calling Patton and seeing if he knows anyone who fits that description because I’m /sick of your /bitching and I want you to see this guy again.”

He rang up Patton, who said, “No, I’ve never heard of anyone like that. Do you mind if I try my friend Remus?”

Remus, by some strange stroke of luck, was the brother of the man who had gone to the museum with Logan’s crush, and he directed DC to his brother, Roman, who was the best friend of the man, who’s name was Virgil.

“Virgil,” Logan said, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue. “Isn’t that such an elegant name, DC?”

DC flipped him off as he scribbled down Virgil’s number from Roman. “Yeah, thanks, Roman. And tell your brother I said he sounds sexy.” A pause. “No? You won’t? Okay.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “You’re awful.”

“I just got you the number of the man of your dreams,” he replied, handing it to Logan, who nodded in thanks. “But, yes, I am incorrigible. However, he did sound really sexy.”

“I’m texting him, I can’t hear you.”

Me 8:34 PM

Hello! I am Logan. I was the tour guide at the museum the day you told me you didn’t believe in Egypt, and I was hoping we could meet for coffee and I could tell you all about Egypt… and myself, if you’re interested?

And the rest was history.

I mean, that’s not the end of the fic, I’ve still got to get us to the next disaster by the end of this one, but like, it’s written history. Recorded history.

You get it.

It was only five months later that Logan was nervously tapping his foot against the ground in the Egyptian exhibit, which was closed down for a special event.

Logan had started working in the archaeology department at the museum, so he still worked there, and therefore was able to shut down the exhibit for a ‘special event’.

Y’all aren’t dumb. You know he’s proposing.

It had only been five months, sure, but ever since the first date Logan had known that this grumpy young man was his absolute soulmate. They complemented each other’s personalities perfectly, they were best friends, and their friend groups were now melded, meaning that the six of them were all quite close. And so Logan had Roman, Remus, Patton and DC’s blessing to propose to his emo boyfriend, and that is where we join him.

Virgil poked his head into the exhibit, eyes widening when he saw his boyfriend down on one knee with a box in his hand. “Holy shit -”

“Virgil, you are -”

“Yes!”

Logan sighed. “Can I finish?”

“No, shut up! I’m saying yes, save the sappy crap for the wedding!” Virgil beamed and ran over to Logan, wrapping him in a tight hug. “I love you so much.”

He smiled and hugged Virgil back. “I love you too.”

So they were married two months later, in a lovely park with friends and family and Remus’s dog, who was the most important member of the wedding party.

It was two years later that they adopted their son, Remy. He was only a month old when they brought him home, but he was the final addition to their family, and Logan and Virgil were happy.

Even without the existence of Egypt.

#ts logan #ts virgil #logan sanders #virgil sanders #analogical #ts deceit #deceit sanders #sympathetic remus #sympathetic deceit #remus tw #deceit tw #cursing tw #disaster au

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lassieposting · 6 years

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BILLY RAY SANGUINE MY TRUEST LOVE

Headcanon A: realistic

billy-ray’s family was? kind of a mess. scarab wasn’t a violent father, but he was very cold and emotionally detached and didn’t really ever show affection to his wife or his kids, or have any real interest in their lives. billy-ray was a teenager when scarab was put in prison, and since he was the oldest of several children, it fell to him to be the man of the house and put food on the table. he basically picked up with a few of his dad’s old criminal contacts and got into petty crime - burglary, horse-theft - and just. never stopped. and the crimes kept getting worse and then it was lynching and then just outright murder for hire and eventually he figured? he’s good at it. he enjoys it. why not make a name out of it?

he loves his mama till the day he dies, but once he gets into serious crime he stops going home and they eventually grow apart. it’s safer that way.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

i’m sorry. i just keep thinking about him having kept his eyes in a box somewhere like some people have their baby teeth and it’s. gross and nasty and i laugh so hard every time i think about it

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

during their relationship billy ray would get super drunk and leave really sappy voicemail messages on tanith’s mobile. after she’s de-remnanted, tanith keeps them. she’s not entirely sure why. she’s still not sure how she feels about the whole billy-ray thing in general, so she avoids thinking about it. but every now and then when she’s scrolling her phone in bed before she goes to sleep, she’ll bring them up and listen to them, and even when her finger is hovering over the delete button she can’t quite bring herself to press it.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

i mean? most of my “unrealistic but fuck canon” headcanons for sp characters are “this asshole didn’t die”, so aside from that:

if he’d been alive at the end of the series when tanith was de-remnanted, he would have changed sides for her. he doesn’t like skulduggery or val, and he’s not entirely sure how he’d find meaning in life with nobody to kill, and he honestly doesn’t see the point in all this good guy bullshit, but if it would give him a shot at being with tanith - the real tanith - he would’ve happily gritted his teeth and Dealt With It.

#mooncactus #brs #tanguine #like five years after tdotl and im still crying over tanguine #sp headcanons #skulduggery pleasant

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fire-fira · 7 years

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The Silence of Stars, Waiting

My fic for Day 1 of Bluepulse Week 2017. n.n I hope you enjoy.

[The Silence of Stars, Waiting (Ao3 version)]

Day 1: Stargazing

It was a curious thing, watching the stars through the windows of the Watchtower. It wasn’t that they hadn’t stargazed before, they’d done it plenty of times since Jaime and Bart had gotten closer, but there was something distinctly different about looking at the stars when they were out among them. It was almost enough to distract from the fact that Bart was in the Watchtower infirmary getting a shard of glass about the size of his hand removed from his gut.

On one hand it was fortunate that he was a speedster due to how quickly he healed— minimal blood loss. On the other hand it was an unfortunate thing that he healed so quickly because the League doctors were having a difficult time prying the shard free without risking shredding both skin and organs.

Khaji Da had offered to handle it at least fifteen times already. Jaime had declined due to his own exhaustion, panic, concern, and the justified worry that even if Khaji Da was in complete control that his worry would be enough to distract Khaji Da. Eventually Khaji Da let it drop— once he was certain that Bart would be alright anyway. (Only Jaime had ‘heard’ the acidic comment about being able to ‘trust the competency of a surgeon who knows what they are doing’ in regards to speedsters. He hadn’t felt the need to relay the comment. Khaji Da hadn’t minded.)

It hadn’t taken long before they had been shooed out of the room so they were out of the way of the doctors, whereupon Jaime had taken up camp next to the door outside. About 30 minutes in Superman had come to shoo them off, telling them to get rest. Jaime hadn’t been tired— this despite the fact that he and Bart had both been awake for close to 32 hours due to the mission they’d been on. Jaime hadn’t wanted to go, but by that point everyone else seemed to be agreed that he needed rest, food, and possibly a shower; not necessarily in that order— especially since the doctors had made it abundantly clear that Bart would be fine. He at least gave in enough to find his way to the nearest garden/lounge area on the tower to wait.

After an hour his exhaustion had finally hit him like a ton of bricks. Fighting it was a losing battle, so he did the only sensible thing he felt he could do:

<Of course. Sleep Jaime Reyes. I will keep watch and wait.> And with that Jaime slipped into unconsciousness while Khaji Da seamlessly slid into control, leaving the scarab alone with his thoughts.

So he watched the stars.

“You’re taking all the fun out of it.”

“Negative. I am not.”

“Yeah you are. I don’t wanna hear about how stars are ‘big balls of gas floating in the vacuum of space’ or any of that. I know that. What I wanna hear about is how they’re romantic, and-”

“Don’t listen to him mi corazon. I think your talk about stars is plenty romantic.”

“You’re both really weird romantics then. Not that I’m complaining, since you two are the most gorgeous, wonderful, irresistible, beautiful, se-”

“Bart Allen, you are already married to us. Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Awwww… You mean I can’t marry the two of you a second time?”

“Bart, if you had your way we’d be ‘getting married’ almost every week. It’d be enough to make Lex Luthor broke.”

An eyebrow-waggle. “Can you blame me? I’m married to the two hottest people alive.”

“You have been married to us for three years, four months, three weeks, five days, ten hours, thirty-five minutes, and seven seconds. Yes, I can ‘blame’ you for being excessive.”

“Jaime, he’s being mean to me again.”

“Didn’t we come out here to watch the stars?”

“Wow. I see how it is. I’m getting ganged up on by the ‘let’s focus on stars being giant flaming gas-balls in the sky’ team. No love or romantic atmosphere for me. I’m just going to wilt and fade away!”

“…You are not a form of vegetation, Bart Allen.”

“Yeeeeaaaahhh, the idea of animated vegetables makes me think of that park Ivy took over for a while. And honestly? We love you Bart, but I don’t think we would have married one of Ivy’s pod people.”

“…I don’t know whether to call that discrimination against plant-people or just quit while I’m ahead.”

Simultaneously in both voices, “Quit while you’re ahead.”

“Does this mean that we can go back to looking at the stars without me being told about how fast I’d go up in flames if I could actually come in physical contact with a star?”

“I did not say anything like that.”

“Mis corazones, please.”

“Hey, I was trying to be sweet for once.”

“‘For once’.”

“You’re both sweet— when you’re not arguing over stars.”

“Scientific principles-”

“-Science isn’t sexy or sweet in that context Khaji Da. It ruins the whole ‘romantic’ thing.”

“Ay dios… Here we go.”

“Trying to insist that stars are ‘romantic’ does not make logical sense.”

“Sure it does.”

“It does not.”

“It does.”

“It does n- I know what you are doing.”

Jaime laughed. “I love you, but you’re both being ridiculous. Let’s just enjoy the night, okay?”

“…This is acceptable.”

Bart gave a happy and content sigh. “SO married the hottest and most wonderful people in the world.”

“You’re such a sap.”

“But I’m a sap with enough love for both of you and then some.”

“Only us. I will not share with anyone else.”

“Of course I’ll only be with you two. No one else can compete.”

“Saps. Both of you. Mi hermanita will never let me live it down.”

“Embrace the sappiness Jaime. Accept it, enjoy it, live it, love it. Because me? I don’t plan on going anywhere or ever letting go.”

It was then that Khaji Da heard someone entering the garden looking for them. Dragging his eyes away from vast unchanging star-scattered black, he met Tim’s gaze. He didn’t have to say anything, Tim knew him well enough to know what he’d ask. At Tim’s subtle nod Khaji Da got up from where he’d been sitting and turned away from the window to return to the infirmary, leaving the stars in their wake.

#Bluepulseweek17 #Bluepulse OT3 #Jaime Reyes #Khaji Da #Bart Allen #Bluepulse #my fiction #injury mention #being a hero is hazardous

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disregardcanon · 7 years

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okay so jaime loves disney movies, even though he doesn’t like to admit it because that’s not a thing that teenage boys Do. he’s a bit more open about it once he comes out and he and bart start dating, but he still finds it a little embarrassing. and he’s DEFINITELY not the type to randomly burst into disney songs, mainly because he’s a bad singer. really bad, which is a bit of a sore spot because bart has really great singing voice.

so one day they’re on a mission, and something goes wrong. bart gets really hurt, and jaime’s freaking out and the scarab’s telling him all about his vitals and directing him to the closet place to get bart proper medical care. jaime freaks the fuck up and scoops him up to fly him out of there. they’re flying high above the skyline and bart’s holding onto his hand for dear life because jaime’s going as fast as he can and the world seems like it’s getting fuzzy because it kinda is. he’s not dying, but he’s really hurt and if jaime doesn’t get him to a doctor quickly he might be.

jaime grins nervously, that way that people sometimes do when they’re in traumatic situations and don’t know what to really do. and bart makes a comment about how much more romantic this was in aladin, and then jaime starts singing “a whole new world” with his shaky his voice.

and bart’s hurt and kind of out of it, but he starts laughing. it hurts his ribs, but he keeps laughing because his boyfriend’s the sweetest dork on the planet. and once he’s all healed again, he’ll tease jaime about it but look back on it super fondly because it’s one of the cutest things his boyfriend’s ever done, even if it was super sappy.

#yj #bluepulse #here take this sappy shit #bart allen #jaime reyes

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sappyscarab · 2 years

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i’ve been thinking lots about your lips, and wondering how they would feel brushed along my hips.

i’ve been thinking lots about your hands, how you said they’d never fail to meet my demands.

i’ve been thinking lots about your voice, i’d listen to it all night if i had the choice.

Sappy Scarab

#sappy scarab #sappy scarab poetry #sad poem #spilled poetry #original piece #orginal poem #poetry #poem about love #bad love poem #poem #enemy to lovers #friends to lovers #love poem #poems on tumblr #poems and quotes #poems about love

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feyariel · 7 years

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No one messaged me about the Magical/Mythical asks, which is okay - I don’t particularly like getting asks, but it seemed like fun. I’ma answer them anyway.

Edit: In hindsight, these were again rather juvenile. I want something more awesome, dagnabbit!

Satyr: have you ever been drunk? This one seems fairly childish. However, no, I have never been drunk: I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes about four months after my 19th birthday; when on insulin, you aren’t supposed to drink, as you can get a severe low. Thus, I’ve been cautious; I’ve never had a designated diabetic, so I haven’t gotten to experiment much with alcohol.

I can tell you that I like eiswine and moscato, hate dry wines, and prefer reds to whites. Some cocktails are okay. I don’t care for beer.

Fairy: what would you call your aesthetic? If you mean fashion-wise, I don’t have one. I prefer solid-color shirts with V-necks, cargo shorts, and sandals; it’s all about comfort. In art, I like a variety of things, so don’t settle for one genre of music or style of painting. I am vast and contain multitudes.

Scarab: have you ever eaten a bug? First, scarabs aren’t mythical. Outside of D&D and maybe Egyptian mythology, I wouldn’t even call them magical. Really, I don’t get how the Egyptians jumped from “dung beetle” to “rolling the sun across the sky.”

Second, not to my knowledge. I plan on keeping it that way.

Changeling: is there a part of yourself that you’re especially insecure about? Isn’t that the summary of what it is to be hugeman? I wonder about people who seem to have nothing but confidence: surely there must be something more to them. If you are totally confident in yourself, you are either a god or you’ve never been sufficiently challenged.

Note: it never asked me to volunteer what the thing was. Of course, my blog should illustrate my insecurities quite well.

Faun: do you enjoy being outdoors? If I’m adequately protected from the sun, I’m not getting eaten alive by bugs, and I’m otherwise comfortable, sure. I hate being uncomfortable. I do like trees, though.

Siren: do you ever sing in the shower? I hate being embarrassed and know that people tease other people about their tastes in things, particularly music. Music is very important to me, meaning it’s personal, meaning I avoid talking about it to some degree. Thus, no, I don’t sing in the shower - unless I’m living on my own. Even then, I’d have to be sure no one could hear me, so probably not when in an apartment complex. I don’t even sing in my car!

This social fear has dramatically broadened my tastes in music, actually: I’ve experimented quite a bit with genre to prevent jeering. However, I don’t do country, bluegrass, gospel, or Christian rock.

Selkie: are you a strong swimmer? I was before I developed acne on my shoulders in middle school. I was so self-conscious that I stopped swimming. I have swum only once or twice since. (I’ll be 31 this year.)

Ghost: are you a shy person? I used to be. Sometimes, I still am.

Phoenix: do you like hot weather? No, it usually makes me sick. However, I hate cold weather.

Sprite: what is your favorite combination of colors? Besides the rainbow, I like white with blue and green.

Pixie: what is your favorite joke/pun? So the duck walks into the bar and says “HEY! THAT’S MY MARTINI!” That was my favorite joke in the seventh grade. I use humor so much that I don’t really have a favorite anymore.

Shapeshifter: if you could choose to switch places with any celebrity/actor/etc., who would it be and why? I wouldn’t, honestly.

Dragon: would you rather grow wings and soar through the sky or grow gills and dwell in the water? Really, this is the dragon question? Wings.

Sylph: have you ever wished you were invisible? If so, when? Regularly.

Angel: what are three things you love about one of your close friends? D’awww, something stupidly sappy!

Griffon: what is your favorite animal? House cat. However, I like lots of aminals.

Succubus: are you a virgin? Who wrote this, a twelve-year-old? Yes, sadly. Well, maybe not technically: I have given (and received shortly there after) part of a blowjob. A gay one. Does that count?

Valkyrie: is there something that you would fight to defend? If so, what is it? Besides myself? Oh, probably. I’ve yet to have to, so I can’t be sure.

Also, what does defense have to do with choosing the slain? Perhaps this should be “einherjar.”

Gnome: what’s your favorite plant or flower? Okay, Earth != plants. Earth = minerals and dirt. Gnomes = Paracelsan Earth Elementals.

Anyway, I don’t really have one. Once upon a time, it was the magnolia, but I’ve stopped due to the leaves. Since then, I’ve looked at various flowers and haven’t picked one. Other plants? Well, I love trees, but I don’t have a favorite.

Doppelganger: do you know anyone who looks like you? Supposedly (according to some friends), but not really (IMHO). He’s cuter than me, but also taller and more masculine-looking. I’d have fucked him/been fucked by him if I was more open to (less shy about) that sort of thing at the time.

Goblin: what do you fear losing the most? My mind - specifically, my mental acuity. Quite easily, this. My teeth and eyes are next.

Mandrake: when was the last time you screamed out loud and what were the circumstances? I honestly do not remember. I know I have had nightmares from which I’ve awoken screaming, but I don’t remember when the last one was or what it was about.

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