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Before He Cheats | Dagger Squad Imagine

Takes place after the events of TGM

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: female pilot!reader x Dagger squad (platonic), reader x ex!oc (past romance)

Content Warnings: angst, cheating, profanity, ends with sweet revenge | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 3.8k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: One thing about cheaters, they’re always gonna get caught. Whether right when it happens or years down the road the truth always comes out. And one thing they should realize is revenge is a dish best served cold.

Note: I finally finished my first year of grad school!!! Fucking finally people. Now I can relax and get to the drawing board. I already have visions and outlines for all current requests in my inbox and be sure to check out my April/May upcoming works and my pinned works in progress for what’s coming and posted! Thank you for your patience and to the anon who requested this I hope you liked it!

Also y’all….is there like some freaky shit going on with the universe and my works 💀 cause three days after I posted Lover inspired by Taylor swift she and her man of 8 years broke up and now I’m posting a cheater imagine (this request is from end of February) when there’s stuff going about Glen 👀 this is just freaky now

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Friday night at the Hard Deck consisted of a full house ready to kick off the weekend with beer and music. For a few years now Y/n had been working at the bar serving drinks and singing from 8pm to 9 as a way to make extra cash while her college sweetheart Ryan, who was a Lieutenant Junior Grade, was stationed at Miramar. Having not been married despite being a couple for so long, Y/n lived off base with some roommates while her boyfriend stayed in the dorms, however, he’d come to her place after work and stayed on weekends.

It was rare to see a military couple not be the stereotypically, “we got married right after I commissioned so my partner can be my dependent and travel with me when I get orders.” No, that wasn’t Y/n and Ryan. After Ryan’s commission Y/n stayed to finish up her Master’s at the University of Miami where they met while he was sent to Japan for two years. Then he was stationed in Virginia, followed by Lemoore, and now he was at Miramar. The longest base he’d been at. Y/n had been with him in Virginia, but didn’t move to Lemoore as she had a three-year contract with her job at the University of Virginia.

Toward the end of his two years at Lemoore, Y/n called Y/n to inform her he was being stationed at North Island and the contract was to be at least five years. Wanting to be close to him after being apart for so long and filled with hope they’d finally settle after Ryan hits ten years in the Navy, Y/n transferred to the University of California San Diego as the history of music professor. She also took on a part-time job as a bartender Friday and Saturday since she was only teaching two sections that occurred on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Plus Penny allowed her to sing Friday nights as an added bonus knowing she loved music.

Y/n settled rather quickly in North Island. With her two jobs she developed a friendly social circle consisting of the UCSD staff on campus and regulars at the Hard Deck. Several of the aviators took a liking to her. They knew Ryan and would often meet up every Friday after work to catch up on the week and watch her sing. Y/n always had their rounds ready the moment they walked in, “got ya seven cold ones.”

“Already?”

“The newbie over there didn’t read the sign. Round’s on him.”

They’d cheer Y/n on when she sang, literally the loudest bunch in the whole bar. “Sing it girl!”

“Ariana ain’t got nothing on you!

Phoenix sometimes sat at the bar when she needed to get away from the guys. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“Penny gave me the night off since I got papers to grade…but If I get done early I’ll be free.”

“Please, I am in need of a girls night. Hell I’ll even come help you grade if you tell me what to do.”

“Damn, Nat, were the guys too much this week?” She placed another beer in front of the pilot, removing the empty one to discard. “This one’s on me. You look like you need it.”

“You have no idea, Y/n. All week we’ve been training for an upcoming mission and they’ve been driving me nuts.”

Ryan had his own group of friends from the base who’d come toward the later hours of the night. They’d usually take up the space at the bar, Ryan greeting Y/n with a kiss and telling her how the day was. He’d nurse a couple beers before he and Y/n would retreat to her apartment when the place closed at eleven.

They’d been together for several years, coming up on their eighth anniversary when Y/n discovered his infidelity.

And it wasn’t just a one-and-done “I was drunk and stupid, she doesn’t mean anything,” type of deal. No, this was a long going affair lasting almost a year.

What was the kicker? The other woman was a married coworker of his.

Now Y/n may have had the reputation of being the sweet, down to earth, understanding person who would never hurt a fly. But as soon as her eyes landed on Ryan, her partner of eight years, shoving his throat down another woman’s throat while grabbing her ass like it would vanish from thin air…..she saw red. Kill Bill sirens blasting in her mind. Y/n wanted to ruin both of them seeing she wasn’t the only person betrayed. The woman’s husband was also being deceived.

And what was punishment for adultery and extramarital sexual conduct? Well, according to the Uniform Code of Military Justice those in the military who are married or have affairs with married personnel are dishonorably discharged, forfeited of all pay and confined for one whole year.

Was it harsh? Maybe some would see it that way. But cheaters need to be taught a lesson.

And Y/n was gonna make sure they got it.

For a whole week Y/n put on a brave face. Accumulating photographs and screenshots of text messages, emails, and bank statements to show proof of the affair and how long it had been going on. She secretly got in touch with the husband of the Lieutenant Ryan was sleeping with, presenting him with everything. Heartbroken and angry, he agreed to remain quiet until the meeting Y/n had set up on that following Friday with their partner's supervisor.

“I know this is a lot to ask,” she exhaled, tired from everything and having to act like she was fine. “But come Friday they’ll be faced with the consequences of their actions. I’m sorry you’re having to go through this as well.”

“It’s not your fault—you’re not the one who cheated on me. You’re the one who found out and had the decency to tell me. We both got screwed,” he rubbed his face with his hands, wedding ring flashing under the light. When it caught his eyes all he could do was glare at it. “The only thing making this somewhat bearable is the fact they’re gonna be hit with the ultimate blindside.”

Y/n nodded to his ring, “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m contacting a divorce lawyer once I leave here. Hopefully the papers will be drawn up quickly so I can bring them to the meeting. Make it a double whammy. You?”

Y/n threw back the rest of her gin & tonic, letting out another tired sign, “I booked a flight to Cabo. Spring break is next week so I’m gonna take a well needed week long vacation and then figure it out from there.” Sunny skies with margaritas and radio silence seemed to be the best therapy at the moment.

For the next three days Y/n maintained a strong façade. Whenever Ryan went to kiss her she’d kept it short or moved to where his lips hit her cheek. She continued to send screenshots to her phone and delete the conversations so he wouldn’t notice. When she surprised him at work for lunch the day before the meeting it really threw both the cheaters off.

“Y/n,” his eyes went wide, “what are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d surprise you for lunch,” she held up a bag of homemade stir fry, bidding a glance at the woman who also was white a sheet. “Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Y/n.”

“Becca.”

“Becca,” she repeated, a smile tight on her lips. While doing so she gave an obvious glance to Becca’s ring finger, finding the diamond. “Beautiful ring you’ve got there. Are you engaged?” Becca became flustered, but kept calm.

“Married.”

“Ah, your husband has a great eye for jewelry. You’re so lucky.”

Ryan was quick to cut the conversation short after the mention of Becca’s husband. Visibly uncomfortable with how Y/n was throwing their aldurty in their face despite not knowing she was aware of it.

The next day Y/n marched into their superiors office, dressed like a corporate CEO ready to fire the entire team for an unforgivable mistake, with two boxes on each arm. One filled with all the evidence of Ryan and Becca’s affair, the other containing all of Ryan’s belongings he had at Y/n’s apartment. Becca’s husband, Tim arrived a minute later with a folder of divorce papers in his hands.

They met with the supervisor first. Y/n introduced who she was and who Tim was, presenting the box of evidence and explained while the Captain shuffled through the papers. Visibly disgusted, the Captain thanked Y/n for bringing it to his attention and promised the adults he would handle the rest.

“Are you calling them in right now?” She asked.

“I was planning to this afternoon, why?”

“I’d like to be present if you don’t mind,” a hand came up to the other box she had, “These are his things and frankly, I want to see the look on his face.”

“Me too,” Tim piped up and waved the folder in his hands. “These need to be served to Becca.”

The supervisor simply shrugged and said, “if that’s what you want, fine by me.” He hit a button on his phone, “Wilkins, please inform Lieutenants Stevens and Leeds they need to report to my office immediately.”

“Yes, sir.” Though her heart was racing, Y/n remained poised and took a seat against the wall of the room. Tim sat beside her, both setting their gaze on the door to await their soon to be exes.

Roughly ten minutes later, a knock on the door sounded and the Captain gruffly said, “enter.” The door opened to reveal Ryan, whose eyes went straight to his superior before scanning the room ultimately resulting in him to freeze where he stood. Turning white as a sheet, Y/n could only imagine what was running through her ex boyfriend’s mind. There was great satisfaction seeing his eyes flicker from her to Tim to the Captain.

“Have a seat, Lieutenant,” the older gentleman's finger pointed to the seat in front of his desk. It seemed to snap Ryan from his daydream, the man stumbling into the room and unable to form words.

When he sat the first thing he tried to say was her name to which the Captain voiced, “I didn’t say you could speak, Lieutenant. Keep quiet, we’re waiting on one more before we get started.”

Becca’s reaction was pretty much the same when she arrived two minutes later. “T-tim,” she stuttered, red as a tomato and fear etched on her face.

“Rebecca,” his tone was blank, matching his expression. Just the full name combined with the parties in the room indicated to Becca she was about to have the worst day of her life.

But hey, maybe she shouldn’t have cheated then.

And Ryan? Mans was shitting bricks where he sat. Couldn’t even bring himself to look at Becca when she sat in the chair beside him. He kept trying to plead to Y/n with his eyes but she wasn’t having it.

The Captain got right to it. He laid out all the evidence on the desk for the two to see, Becca immediately breaking into tears while Ryan tried to explain. What could he explain though? How could he defend a year long affair with a married coworker in front of her husband, longtime girlfriend and superior.

When it came time for the Captain to discuss where to go from there, Y/n excused herself by dropping the box of Ryan’s things into his lap, “Here’s all your shit,” it nearly spilled onto the floor when the action surprised him. “Don’t call, text, show up at my place or at the bar tonight otherwise I’ll call the cops. I’m done with you, Ryan. Thanks for wasting eight fucking years of my life.”

“Wait, Y/n, please—,” she cut him off when he went to stand.

“You’ve not been dismissed yet,” that got him to freeze, noticing the Captain smirking in the corner of her eye. She turned to Tim, “Thanks for your help. Good luck with everything and I hope it works in your favor.” Becca gasped, realizing what the folder in Tim’s hand represented. It spurred on another wave of tears.

“Thanks,” he gave a tired smile, “And good luck to you.” With that Y/n was out the door and Ryan was out of her life. First thing she did was go home, change, and drive to the Hard Deck. Penny immediately poured a glass for her, “long day?” Y/n accepted the beer with a nod.

“Glad it's almost over.”

“What happened?”

Y/n felt the tears welling in her eyes. The emotions she had been holding the past two weeks had finally broken free. Concern formed on Penny’s face. “Ryan was cheating on me for the past year.”

“No,” the woman gasped. Never had she thought Ryan, who always came to the bar to keep Y/n company and watch her sing and her partner of almost a decade would betray her like that. “Did you just find out today?”

“Last Monday. I went to bring him his dry cleaning he left at my place and found him making out with his married coworker.” Another gasp left Penny. “I’ve been playing actor the past two weeks to make him think everything was okay while I gathered proof. Told the woman’s husband a couple days ago and we both met with their superior today. Gave him his stuff while I was at it.”

“I’m so sorry honey,” Penny reached over to pat her hand, “he’s an asshole and you’re worth so much more than him.” Y/n softly smiled at that, mumbling a thanks. Penny served her another glass, “Take the night off okay, I can call Elise to take your shift.”

If Y/n was being honest the offer sounded like a dream. She wanted to go home and cry herself into a bucket of ice cream while watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine until she passed out. But part of her also wanted to sing her pent up feelings out. “Thanks, Penny. I’d still like to sing though if you don’t mind. I could use the release.”

“Of course,” Penny waved a hand, “Whenever you feel like it I’ll have Jose set up the mic. Your guitar’s in the back where I keep the stock.”

For the next couple hours Y/n caught up on grading some papers at a booth while she waited for 8 to roll around. By 6 most of their regulars from the base arrived, signaling the end of the work day. Nat was the first to spot Y/n, strolling over and immediately noticed by the professor's body language that something was off.

“What happened?” She sat across from her.

“What makes you think something happened?”

Nat gave a look, “first, you’re not working the bar.” Y/n shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.

“Penny gave me the night off. I’m still singing though so I thought I’d hang out for the time being—catch up grading before spring break next week.”

“The tone in your voice is off.”

Y/n scoffed even though the pilot was right, “It’s not off.”

“What’s not off?” Rooster comes up, pushing Nat aside so he could slide into the booth.

“Y/n’s acting off and won’t say why.”

“I’ve been grading papers for the last two hours,” Y/n rolled her eyes, “sixty to be exact and all are six pages each. If I sound off it’s probably because I’m tired.” Again, Nat doesn’t appear convinced.

“But you’re still gonna sing even though you probably would rather be home sleeping the day away?”

“Friday nights are what I look forward to during the week,” Y/n scribbled a grade at the top of the paper in front of her, placing it on the stack, “I get to see you guys and sing whatever I want. I wouldn’t miss this.”

“Is Ryan coming?” It was an innocent question and one to expect from her friends given they had no idea of the events that’d taken place. However it didn’t stop the sharp intake of breath Y/n did.

“No, he’s not,” she quickly added before they could ask why, “he got held up at work. His supervisor needed to discuss some things with him.”

“Uh oh,” Rooster made a face, unaware of the boiling anger surfacing in Y/n. “That can’t be good.”

“Yeah,” Y/n clicked her pen, finishing up the last paper. Nat decided not to press further on what was bothering her friend. If Y/n wanted to say then that was up to her.

So to brighten her mood Nat bought her a round and challenged Y/n to a game of pool. Y/n packed up her things, placed them behind the bar and then greeted the other daggers.

“There’s our favorite singer,” Jake announced with a smile. “We were wondering where you were.” Y/n took the cue Rooster handed her.

“Just trying to get through the semester, Hangman.”

The two women played best out of three with Y/n winning the first and final game. By the time they finished it was pushing 7:50 so Y/n informed Penny she was getting her guitar. Once retrieving the instrument she returned to the floor to see Jose had set up the mic and stool for her.

Grabbing a glass of water, Y/n took the stage and set the glass beside the stool before clearing her throat, “Hey everyone.” There were a few hoots and whistles from her friends and regulars at the bar. “How’s your night going? Good?” There were some ‘yeahs’ from the crowd, people moving to get drinks and settle close to the stage. “That’s great to hear. Just sit back, relax, and feel the music.”

Y/n played several songs, all acoustic, starting with Taylor Swift’s ‘Getaway Car’ followed by ‘Back to Black’ by Amy Winehouse. She changed the tune by playing Bill Withers ‘Ain’t No Sunshine,’ but changed ‘she’ to ‘he’ that not many caught. She played ‘Norman Fucking Rockwell,’ by Lana Del Rey and ‘Somebody That I Used To Know,’ from Gotye.

Coming up to the final five minutes of the hour, Y/n gulped the remaining bit of her water and put on a brave face. “This last song,” she paused to close her eyes, “fits the theme you’ve been hearing all night, but is a little more close to the heart. It’s dedicated to someone who’s not present in the crowd which really is a good thing because he knew what was best for him,” very quickly Y/n saw the confusion appear on her friends, some whispering to each other to ask if they knew what she was talking about. “If you can relate to this song because you’ve been on the receiving end of betrayal then my heart goes out to you for I feel your pain. If you can relate because you’ve been that one to betray someone, well, I’ve got nothing to say to you.”

Letting her fingers drum against the strings, the beginning chords of ‘Before He Cheats’ by Carrie Underwood echoed through the bar.

“Right now, he’s probably slow dancin’,” her voice carried into the mic, raw with emotion. “With a bleached-blond tramp and she’s probably gettin’ frisky. Right now, he’s probably buyin’ her some fruity little drink. ‘Cause she can’t shoot whisky.”

Out in the crowd Nat cursed under her breath, anger rising at the realization, “That sly bastard.”

“What?” Mickey whispered, the guys leaning in.

“Right now, he’s probably up behind her with a pool stick. Showin’ her how to shoot a como. And he doesn’t know….”

“Don’t you see?” She gestured with a hand to Y/n, “Ryan cheated on her! That’s why he’s not here. That’s why his supervisor needed to see him. It’s why she’s dedicated this song, a song about a cheater, to him!”

All the sirens ring in their heads as Y/n belts the chorus.

“I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, I slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.”

“Oh,” the word left Jake’s lips, fury in his green eyes. Y/n was his friend, and nobody hurts his friends. “Oh he’s gonna regret that.”

“You guys thinking what I’m thinking?” Rooster crossed his arms over his chest. All of them shared a look. Nat took one look at Y/n and saw how she was holding back tears.

Kill Bill sirens flooded her brain.

“Yeah, I think we are.”

Come Monday Ryan was emptying out his desk while he awaited his discharge hearing, dark circles under his eyes and in dire need of sleep. As he carried the box out to his car, it fell from his hands with horror coating his face.

Parked in the same spot his beloved red Mustang Charger was not the way he left it. The windows were shattered, tires slashed, the leather of his seats torn. His license plates were missing and the word cheater spray painted in white along the sides.

Hiding behind the building, the guys were biting back their laughter at his reaction. Bob holding the spray paint can, Mickey with the Louisville slugger and Bradley and Jake with pocket knives. Reuben had the plates behind his back and Javy kept checking the phone where he had hacked into the building's security cameras to make sure they were disconnected.

Right on time, Nat came running around the corner in her PT gear, slowing her run when she approached a visibly distraught and furious Ryan. Removing her headphones the pilot whistled, “Damn. That’s gonna be a field day to fix.”

Ryan snapped his head to her, “Do you know who did this?” His tone was accusatory and Nat couldn’t blame him. He knew she was friends with Y/n and frequented the bar every week. He wouldn’t put it past Nat being involved. “Was it you and her? Huh? Y/n had to get one last final laugh—as if she hasn’t done enough!” Nat only scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I wouldn’t throw accusations so loosely, Ryan. I’ve had PT all morning and Y/n left for Cabo yesterday.” There was no lie in her statement. Y/n was currently sitting at the poolside of her resort with a margarita in her hand. She’d posted on her instagram stories and let Nat know when she landed. Plus the pilot did have PT and was finishing up her run before heading to the flight line.

But she was the mastermind while the boys did the dirty work.

The truth only angered Ryan more, his face turning even more red. “Then who did this?!”

“How should I know?” Nat smirked, putting her headphones in as she started to move past him. “But maybe next time you’ll think before you cheat.”

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cowboy barbie au headcanons

shoutout to @snowangeldotmp3 for building this wonderful imaginary world and being absolutely feral with me for cowboy barbie

+ a special thanks to @kjarlmarx for listening to me blab on and on <33

happy valentine’s day!! ☺️enjoy xo

barbie is from a super small town & her family owns a ranch that she’s set to inherit

she grows up and starts working as a farmhand

her best friends are ken & emma

ken works alongside her, mainly in training and caring for the horses (duh) whereas emma works as a tattoo artist at a parlor in town, though occasionally she does help barbie on weekends with some harvesting or repairs/construction if an extra hand is needed

gloria would be from the city definitely. like queens or something; city girl and very artsy and grounded

she’s introduced because emma tries a semester of art school in new york before deciding it isn’t for her, and it’s through one of her classes that she meets gloria

she invites gloria to her hometown for a couple of weeks in the summer

gloria is immediately smitten with barbie

barbie is INSANELY charming and attractive

she’s tall (5’10 is her canon height in my head in every universe, idc idc), strong, lean, tan, with the softest skin and prettiest hair and eyes

she speaks confidently and her smile is dazzling and swoon-worthy and her voice has this little drawl in it and it all makes her SUCH a heartthrob

not to mention the fact that she’s so polite and such a gentlewoman, doing things like always holding/opening the door, helping to carry others’ groceries (especially the town elders), saying good morning/afternoon/evening to anyone passing by while she walks (and if she’s wearing her cowboy hat, she does that thing where she takes it off or tips it, out of courtesy)

she offers her hand to hold while going down the steps or anything steep around the ranch, as well as pulling the chair out for gloria at dinner, whether it be at barbie’s house or emma’s or ken’s or some restaurant or diner

^ these two things she seems to only do with gloria, though, which has ken and emma definitely giving each other the side eye

the town’s kids adore barbie, and she’s amazing with them. she carries around little stickers or stamps or cool rocks she finds to hand to them, depending on what she knows they collect

also barbie has rock hard abs that gloria literally wants to drool over

barbie calling gloria “city girl” and “little lady”

always in that teasing way, with her accent and that damn smile

emma learning about stick and pokes in art school, which she thinks are so cool because you don’t need much for them and she can totally do them

barbie letting emma practice on her

barbie having a couple of scattered stick and pokes on the muscles of her thighs, as a result of this

barbie, ken, emma and gloria as well as a couple of other friends from town having game nights where they play card games like poker, blackjack, texas hold em, etc.

gloria not understanding at all (real)

barbie teaching her

them sharing a seat and sitting reallyyyyy close + sharing cards so barbie can explain as they go

everyone being like 👀

barbie also teaching gloria how to ride a horse

gloria having her artistic talent recognized and townshop owners commissioning her to paint murals on the side of their buildings

barbie always being in absolute awe of gloria and her work, but even more so when she sees the first mural gloria completes

barbie asking for her parents’ help in preparing gloria’s favorite as a celebratory dinner and also buying gloria a plush of her favorite animal, a card with all their friends’ signatures, a bunch of gloria’s favorite candy/snacks, balloons, a handpicked bouquet from the garden, oh boy it just goes on

gloria’s heart literally skipping like 5 beats at all the effort barbie put in, as well as the fact that barbie gives her the biggest hug and sweeps her off her feet while telling her how proud she is of her, with the biggest smile on her face and her eyes so bright and sparkly and glossy and ohmygoddddd

barbie definitely being a beer or whisky girl

like beer at home but whisky when they go out to the town’s pool hall

gloria being really good at pool and barbie being like hell yeah that’s my city girl!!!

the townspeople referring to barbie as “your cowboy” when speaking to gloria

gloria blushing hard asf and being like “oh no, we’re not—”

barbie butting in at that exact moment from across the pool hall like “gloria look!!” while doing some stupid stunt with ken, all in the name of impressing gloria

(that one was a liv specialty hehe @snowangeldotmp3 !!)

barbie loving the farm animals more than anything and always finding the time to care for them

gloria noticing this and thinking it’s the cutest thing

gloria also noticing a large scar barbie has, running from the line of her abdomen around her side; she doesn’t bring it up though

they dance around each other for the longest time omggg, mainly because gloria thinks barbie is so irresistibly charismatic and appealing that she has tons of people lining up for a chance with her, and gloria has no shot

meanwhile barbie thinks gloria is the most talented and wonderful person she’s ever met, but she believes gloria’s ambitions and how far she will go in life is way bigger and greater than what barbie could offer her right now

they’re so stupid

they never say it out loud (how into each other they are) but at the same time they never pursue anyone else and they do things that are unmistakably more than just friendly

plus everyone can see their chemistry and attraction & it’s so obvious

barbie probably having a record collection she’s really proud of and wanting to show them to gloria

barbie being a fumbling nervous mess scrambling to toss things aside and tidy up as gloria walks into her bedroom for the first time

barbie being like “s-sorry about the mess!” and wiping her hands on her denim jeans awkwardly. saying some endearing thing like “i’m not used to having girls in here… especially such pretty ones.”

gloria, at that exact moment, spotting a vintage playboy magazine on barbie’s bed sdjsksmd

her picking it up and holding it up to barbie being like “you sure about that?”

barbie going bright red, the most gloria has ever seen on a person, before she snatches it away and shoves it under her bed

(with the rest of her stash LMAO)

barbie eventually telling gloria the story of her scar, which is that when she was young, a lot of the older kids/boys had these amateur gangs and rivalries and all that, where barbie unwittingly got mixed up in some brawl and ended up getting stabbed

she spent a lot of time at home while she recovered, and it was there that she discovered her love for working on the farm, particularly with the animals, who gave her a sense of peace and happiness while she was in a lot of pain

barbie telling this story while she and gloria are laying on some blankets in the back of barbie’s truck, stargazing

their song is “rhythm & blues” by the head and the heart, btw

gloria having her head on barbie’s chest, barbie’s arm around her

barbie in some overalls with no shirt underneath because it’s too hot, making it easy for gloria to slip her hand beneath the denim and trace her fingers across the scar

she also kisses barbie’s cheek and whispers how sorry she is, how strong barbie is and how much she admires it

barbie shivering at the touch and feeling so heard and seen and cared for and loved, her heart racing

they definitely end up realizing how dumb and blind they’re being, and go on their first date not long after that

barbie “dressing up” for it, in her jeans and boots for special occasions, with a sweater and her nicest belt

her leaning her arm against the wall gloria is standing in front of, being like “i clean up pretty nice, don’t you think?” with a little wink and her cheeky smile

gloria rolling her eyes slightly but definitely blushing, swooning, giggling, falling head over heels

gloria wearing an outfit she thought was nice yet casual enough, a long denim skirt with a pretty, thin sweater tucked into it (a look that emma helped style)

barbie being like those cartoon characters whose eyes turn to giant hearts and pop out of their heads and their jaws drop

she’s just a gay mess all the time around gloria tbh

their first date being so so sweet and fun and wholesome and barbie walking gloria to her door (emma’s door, because that’s where gloria is staying) and kissing her cheek and bidding her a good night

she is wearing her cowboy hat (she had only been doing so in her truck, but forgot to take it off this time as she got out)

gloria teasing barbie with “by the way, yes. you do clean up nicely”

barbie smirking “why thank you.” and tipping her hat before saying “i have to start practicing, so this is good.”

gloria tilting her head like “practicing? for what?”

barbie holding gloria’s hands and answering “for when i’m in new york, visiting you.”

it’s the sweetest whisper and she looks so hopeful

gloria reaches out to take the cowboy hat off barbie’s head, and she puts it on her own instead

she’s smiling. “yeah, i guess you do.”

and she hugs around barbie’s neck and kisses her

i adore them so muchhhh 😭 cowboy barbie you are such a loverboy and YOU ARE SO REALLLL

i will say i missed sasha since she wasn’t in this one since they are young but my consolation is that she ends up being their bio child in the future <3

hope you liked!! 🩷🩷

#barbie 2023 #barbie #glorbie #barbie x gloria #gloria x barbie #barbiegloria #barbie headcanons #glorbie headcanons #margot robbie #america ferrera

[meowsgirldrawing]

Small idea for my Fellow Sebastian Lovers! Hear me out!!

So we all know that Sebastian from Stardew is the famous emo marriage option, a very popular one at that if media doesn't fail me.

So during the time him and the farmer are starting to get to know each other, like see each other more, hang out more, all that fun definitely platonic pinning stuff

Its all nice and sweet, like Sebastian is starting to get somewhat comfortable, not a whole lot, but definitely better than before.

So much so that hes seen sometimes lingering just a little longer outside or inside when he leaves his room, kinda hoping to catch at least a glimpse of the farmer.

Doing little actions like these while he doesn't even realize it!

But someone does 👀

Not only Abigail and Sam- Not only the other two of the ASS squad- The two who share knowing smirks and small nudge nudges all while Sebastian is too busy talking with the Farmer infront of them.

More like stuttering and flustering about-

Who am I talking about?

Maru? Ehhh, not exactly.

The frogs? Yes but also no-

Demetrious?...HAHAHHAAHA-

No.

Robin? Nohoho- Oh wait, your right!

HIS OWN MOTHER-

Robin, the beloved only Carpenter of this amazing town!

She notices after witnessing Sebastian cross by the hall, taking a tad bit longer glance at the door before leaving. Multiple times!

Shes like "Hm. Is he waiting for someone? One of his little buddies?"

But she never says anything cause she thinks its probably nothing, y'know?

Until one day it occurs-

Sebastian stays long enough for the farmer to waltz in, at the right time, at the right place.

Instantly she notices a change-

Sebastian sticks near the doorway, waiting for the Farmer to finish their order for a new addition to the farm, and once their finished, he greets them.

Robin stays near the counter, counting through whatever blue prints for the commission, but keeps glancing up.

We just love mothers, dont we?

Her jaw nearly hangs when Sebastian gets offered a crystal but gets a bit flustered at it, taking the gift with such gentle hands as he thanks the Farmer.

He ducked his head a little, gave a small chuckle, and grateful nod- all while giving the Farmer all his attention without an inch of seeming like he wanted to be or hide somewhere else.

She knows. She immediately knows.

But she doesnt say a word-

Not to Sebastian at least-

She does tell Demetrious a bit of it, the more she notices.

What can you say? The woman, who thought her son just wasn't interested in just about anyone or anything besides his room and computer stuff, finally sees her little man find someone he's clearly interested in.

Demetrious is all like "Thats great, honey :)"

....We know you were just thinking of your work, Demetrious, you dont gotta lie. 💀

Anyway! Robin feels satisfied, knowing her Sebby will probably-

Wrong, she knows that man will never confess on his own terms.

She starts planning like its the Egg Festival and she got put in charge of hiding all the eggs- aka, the clues for Sebby to figure out

First- Find out if the Farmer likes him back!

Shes not just gonna do it if she knows theres a chance the Farmer will reject Sebastian. If that were the case, she would let Sebby handle it the way he feels is just.

The next times the Farmer comes around, she asks subtle questions.

"How's the Farm doing? It doesnt feel too lonely, does it?"

"I seen you met my son, Sebastian! Hes treating you good, I hope!"

"Do you like my son-" (Robin no-)

Little stuff like that until eventually- she gets her answer. The one shes been hoping for!

The Farmer, despite their usually calm persona, turns a wee bit heated at the cheeks, scratching their neck and giggling/chuckling nervously while answering yes, Sebastian is a good guy!

HOOK LINE SINKER-

Boys, we got em.

Robin-

Now Robin can do what mothers do best, interfere

(Mom, if you are ever reading this cause whatver reason, I love you and promise that isnt the truth-") what I said, y'know, like a liar.

Now that we think about, Robin probably cant do too much in the position shes in. She doesnt want to overwhelm her son, nor does she want to accidentally scare the Farmer away. Hmmm.

Maru, the beautiful genius comes in with, "What if you sent Sebastian to help the farmer ?"

So she does.

Anytime she can, Robin asks Sebastian if he can either go drop off something or help the Farmer bring something into the shop, or plain and simple like "Sebby, I need you to run this fish down to the Farmer."

"Why do (they) need a fish? Cant they just get some-"

"Go talk to your crush already-"

"MOM-"

He does so.

She doesnt just do that, whenever they're at the Saloon, she'll ask Sebastian and the Farmer to help her bring drinks to their table even if they arent sitting with them.

Maru even pitches in sometimes with asking Sebastian if he can ask the Farmer to bring her something for one her experiments/robots.

Anything and every chance is given directly to Sebastian to talk to the farmer when hes free.

And it pays off- On calls Sebastian takes for Robin from the Farmer, Robin can hear him laughing a bit with them after getting their order in.

Maru catches them jokingly nudging each other as they walk to the table with drinks.

And Sebastian seems to take a good bit longer to come home even though they have a shortcut to the Farmer just a little higher up the mountain.

Even Demetrious commented about one time seeing Sebastian snuffing out his smoke as the Farmer immediately came into view, and quickly striking up a conversation as they were walking through.

The girls were giddy with excitement and Demetrious was.....there.

Listen, I dont hate him but he isnt exactly my favorite either-

Then it came!

The day the Farmer walked into the shop, grasping a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a Tear Drop in the other.

Robin had to hide the large and practically beaming grin on her face with a handbook of what you guessed? Carpentry, infront of her.

Maru noticed the Farmer walking past with a handful wave and waved back so fast and so giddy like.

When the Farmer came from the basement, you could tell no one can wipe the smile cemented onto their face. The items were gone and they were basically skipping in their walk out.

And that ladies, gents, and nonbinary boos, is how Robin (noname), Pelican Town's only Carpenter earned her rightful spot upfront for her son and new in-laws wedding in the future.

And you can just imagine the look on Sebastian's face when he realized how his mother had a hand in getting him and his now S.O. together HAHA💜💜

#oc x canon #oc inserts #stardew farmer #stardew valley #stardew sebastian #stardew fanfic #stardew valley sebastian #Maybe x reader #x reader #Idea time #sebastian headcanons #stardew headcanon #stardew robin #stardew demetrius #stardew maru

[neb-art-zeke]

hiiiiii! Please tell us more about Relonoth if you don't mind 👀

How old is he?

What is his DnD alignment?

What's his tent in the camp like?

Does he have a partner(s)?

Hey @razrogue! Thanks for your interest in my TAV!

So fore warning, I'm not as knowledgeable about the larger DnD/Forgotten Realms lore and I've never played the previous Baldur's Gates so a lot of my knowledge comes from just playing Baldur's Gate 3. Also like many of my OCs, he goes through constant change as my knowledge of the lore expands and new ideas in my mind surface. With that being said:

Background: Relonoth is the son of a Seldarine Drow father and a Human Druid Mother. Relonoth lived with his mother and father in his mother's tribe for the first 12 years of his life where he learned the basics of living in the wild before she was killed fighting alongside his father during an attempt of his father’s life by Lolth's Drow. Not wanting to endanger the tribe further, Relonoth's father would take him far away from the tribe where they traveled aimlessly for several months. One day, they managed to stumble upon some helpful monks who were on their way back to their monastery. Sensing the torment inside both Relonoth and his father, the monks invited the two to journey with them back to the monastery to find inner peace. Relonoth and his father spent 7 years learning the ways of the monks and spent one more year traveling with each other after before deciding to continue on separate journeys. Before departing, they promised each other they would reunite for a single week at the place they left every 7 years to share with each other their monastic journeys. BG3 takes place 2 years before another reunion. Some of Relonoth’s experiences and adventures include finding his mother's old tribe, fighting in an underground martial arts tournament, mentoring other young monks, learning the way of the four elements from ancient beings, and putting stops to deadly conspiracies, but his greatest adventure takes place during BG3.

Name Origin: I found a Drow etymology naming convention sheet online and the name roughly translates to "Wind's Path" which I thought sounded cool. The in-lore reason I developed after was that his father named him that name because he wanted his son to have the freedom to become anyone he wanted in his life (Free like the Wind).

Age: 67 (as of BG3 - looks about 33 because of half elf aging)

DnD Aligment: Neutral Good (as a nomadic monk, he'll find himself helping the less fortunate and oppressed and generally respects the rules of the lands he comes across but still has his principles of freedom and choice which sometimes clash with more strict rules of some kingdoms. His nature of helping people and quickly disappearing in a gust of wind after earned him the title of The Wind Walker.)

Tent: His tent is very simple. Being nomadic, he likes to carry light but he's known to collect a few things from his travels and keeps them in his tent space (i.e. small gifts from his friends, rocks and feathers of birds from the different lands he visits and small things he thinks his father would like to see during their next reunion)

Romance: Karlach (I like to imagine that after finding a solution to her infernal engine problem, the two escape Avernus and continue traveling the world with Karlach wanting to experience the grander world after spending years in Avernus and Relonoth wanting to continue his monastic journey with one he loves. She even gets to meet Relonoth's father during the reunion. Really want to get a comic commission of this lol.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 monk #relonoth #half drow #bg3 tav

[blank-house]

Regarding kickstarter: I'm always the most excited about stretch goals, so do you have some in mind already which u could also share to the starving masses haha👀 love the game and particularly the sprites!! Who made the art so I can go compliment them haha

This is a Q I wasn't expecting haha

Alright well first off, go spread some love to @tsyshen! She's our lovely sprite artist and solo CG artist at the moment. She really has been working hard with all of the tasks I've given her. (I love you Tsy and I'm so sorry ahaaaa)

Our current UI is by @rainslices and can you believe it's their first time doing something like it? Yeah, I can't either lol

Our BGs currently are all over the place, but if you're interested to find out who made the ones for the Otome Jam demo, then they're all credited on our itch page! As for the revamped ones, we've been commissioning a handful of artists to get them done. I've already shout them out here before but, in case you haven't seen them, say thanks to: roisale, inkdem, robin, and alexis!

I've had some pretty crazy requests made for all of them so be sure to give them love!

Now for the stretch goals-- we have thought some over but nothing is terribly concrete yet so take what I say with a grain of salt. But we were thinking of putting MC customizations under there, namely so that you can decorate your room/apartment as well as a potential sprite or backstories to put in game.

My favorite one, and I really hope we can hit it, are sprite customizations. I'm already planning for seasonal outfit changes in the base game. But I would killlll for more outfit changes for our cast during a season. I'm just the tiniest bit into fashion and I want to see everyone strut their wardrobe haha

Other stretch goals include routes with the rest of the cast and maybe some NPCs you'll meet in the game. From what I see, a lot of you are interested in a Cameron route so best of luck trying to get them!

Anything else we've thought of are slice of life engagements like random texts or phone calls from the cast that isn't story related. Just the little things that you kinda want to wake up to or laugh over just because.

But yeah...

In my heart of hearts I'd really like it if we hit everything but I suppose we'll see how it goes when we launch!

#keyframes vn #keyframes asks

[xiaosenthusiast]

OKAY SO THIS IS ANOTHER REQUEST BC I LOVE YOUR WRITING HEHE <33

Imagine if Scaramouche and reader have an argument and like it escalates really quick and they start yelling at each other and reader starts crying bc I love angst <3 how does Scaramouchie react to this 😁😁😁😁

Fem!reader please 😼🙌

big arguments !

SUMMARY how do they react if you start crying in the middle of arguing?

characters⌇scaramouche, xiao, heizou, albedo

fem!reader :,)

def ooc heizou i’m sorry😭 xiao’s is the longest bc i’m biased HSJSJ

OKAY SO i take scaramouche as the very petty type?

he’s most likely the one that started the argument, has that “i’m always right” typa vibe

i do NOT think he would apologize first, even if you started crying.

he would scoff and throw more insults at you…he’s not a soft boy he’s really mean😭

“now you’re crying? god, you’re so pathetic. are you trying to gain my sympathy?”

now..if you try and ignore him then that’s a WHOLE different story

he’ll let you ignore him for about a day or two AT MOST

he’ll call you over, and if you try to resist? oh boy..

he’s still not apologizing first, sorry.

he’ll talk it out with you and once you both realize you were BOTH in the wrong then you two have silent apologies.

he’ll never mention it again, and although that might be toxic…why would having a relationship with scara be anything other than toxic?

he’s possessive and definitely persistent, if he wants something he’ll have it.

this is taking place during the ‘talking’ stage !

OKAY OKAY MY BBY MY LOVE MY PRETTY BOY<33333(i’m biased LMAO)

as much as i want to say that he would comfort you right away, he’s still against making relationships.

he won’t mind being aggressive to get you to stay away, but you’re just so soft hearted and kind and caring and UGHHHH

you’re too kind and he’s disappointed in himself since he’s made you cry.

he feels as though you’ll abandon him now that he’s hurt your feelings and will avoid seeing you for a couple of days.

and you don’t even go to see him, not once, which confirms his suspicions :((

when in reality your just so busy with all the adventurers guild commissions you’ve gotten, you haven’t had time to go see him. you haven’t even had time to rest!

when you’re finally done with all of your commissions you go see him, no matter how large your eye bags had gotten. no matter how sweaty you looked, you just wanted to see him.

so when he felt your presence approaching he hid himself

“xiao? are you here?”

you checked the whole inn and even asked verr and she told you she last saw him on the balcony

it continued like this for a whole nother 2 weeks and eventually he questioned himself about hiding from you

if you were so persistent to see him, did that mean you forgave him? but he made you cry..why did you forgive him?

it had been about 3 weeks since you last saw him and you sighed to yourself thinking he was probably not gonna show again

when you were about to leave he finally appeared in front of you, he wanted to know if you forgave him. and if you did, why?

but when you laid eyes on him you ran over to him while crying

“why would you disappear on me for 3 weeks?!”

he just lets you hug him until you calm down and when you do you weakly punch him on his arm.

when he asks you about the argument, you started laughing and he’s so confused about it

in the end you tell him you had forgotten about that incident and all you wanted to do was see him. you also explained how you were busy with the adventurers guild

he is most definitely comforting you

at least that’s what i think. i mean, either he comforts you or he starts being a bully about it, your pick

well either way i don’t think he’d want his girlfriend to start crying during an argument

“shhh it’s okay i’m wrong you’re right it’s okay.”

he also probably said something he didn’t mean while arguing so he apologizes for that too

cuddles you for sure, and he’s the big spoon👀

he kisses all of your face and it helps you stop crying, he knows exactly how to cheer you up.

after you’re done crying you both talk it out and apologize to each other. and then you both go eat together<3

OKAY so i’m gonna be honest, he is very confused when you started crying. he doesn’t realize that what he said was hurtful.

“why are you crying? i’m only telling the truth..”

he’s still not 100% sure on how relationships should be but he does care for you.

he knows he should never lie to you which leads him to be brutally honest with you. it’s one or the other..

he still tries to comfort you(keyword:tries)

he’s seen couples in mondstadt hug each other when they’re sad so he awkwardly hugs you and pats your head.

after a couple of seconds you started laughing because he was so stiff, he was moving like a robot!

you hugged him back and the argument was solved when you both talked about it<3

safe to say you taught him how to properly comfort someone(and how to sugarcoat things)

taglist ! @layla240 @meisuuu

#angst #genshin x you #genshin x reader #modern au #scaramouche #scara x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #headcanon #fluff #adeptus xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x you #genshin impact xiao #heizou my beloved #heizou headcanons #heizou x reader #heizou x y/n #heizou x you #albedo x you #albedo x reader #albedo

[valiantstarlights]

[ShowXComic Swap AU] The Truth Can't Hurt You, It's Just Like The Dark

It's Comic!Dream who appears in the Show!universe, and Show!Dream whisks Show!Hob away to the Dreaming for his own safety while he works to banish his other self.

Now, task accomplished, Dream knows he has to return Hob back to the Waking World.

But not yet.

This is a @dreamlingforukraine fic commission for @hoblingtyrant. ✨️ Thank you for your generosity and your patience 🙇‍♀️ I hope this level of darkness is to your liking. 👀

The title is from the song, "I Want You" by Fiona Apple. You can also read this story on AO3 here. 😊

CW: Spicy spice, but also dark themes! I'm talking Dark!Dream and his unhinged behavior, dubious consent, codependency, unreliable narrator, and even (offscreen) minor character death 👀

Note: This from the same AU as The Burning House, The Gilded Cage, and Fidelity. Except this is a new universe within that multiverse? 😂

Dream did not mean to take it this far.

But when he managed to banish his other self back into his own universe and it was time to return Hob into the Waking World, he found himself hesitant.

Just another week, he told himself. Just one more week and then he's going to return Hob back to his life.

But the weeks turned to months, and the months turned to years, and it's very easy to lose track of time in the Dreaming, even for dreams and nightmares.

Only Dream knows how much time has truly passed, and none would dare to speak against him. Not after he unmade his own raven for trying to get Hob to leave him. For trying to turn Hob against him.

It's unfortunate, but Matthew had to be unmade. Dream could forgive many things, but betrayal is not one of them.

Hob had asked where Matthew had gone, of course. And Dream had said, "He chose to retire."

It was not a lie.

Before Matthew became Dream's raven, he was a grown man. He knew exactly what he was doing when he did it. And so Dream allowed him to reap the consequences of his own actions and retired him.

Lucienne, he knows, has a lot of words saved up for him behind her teeth. But she does not speak against him. Nowadays, she barely speaks at all, keeping her replies limited to, "Yes, sir," and, "Right away, sir."

He appreciates her loyalty, and the fact that she knows her place.

The other dreams and nightmares follow her lead. Dream acknowledges that this is a cause for concern. A large number of his subjects might ask Lucienne to one day lead a mutiny against him, but he knows she will decline.

She knows all of them can be easily replaced with newer, more obedient versions of themselves. She will name the second Corinthian as an example, and they will all shut their mouths.

As they should.

They should know that there is only one being who is irreplaceable to Dream, and that Dream will unmake his own raven, move heaven and earth, and indeed, murder another Dream of the Endless--if it means having his love by his side for all eternity.

--

Truly, Dream did not mean to take it this far. But the thought of Hob leaving, the thought of Hob having a life away from him, or worse, being in danger or having another Eleanor--

Dream grits his teeth at the thought. He will not see it happen. Not again. Especially not now, after he has tasted Hob's soft lips, and swallowed down his moans of Dream's name, his frame shaking in Dream's arms, and his eyes so full of love as he looks at Dream after their lovemaking, when they're both lying in bed, sweating and sated.

If anyone dares to take Hob away from him, even one of his own siblings, he will tear the fabric of reality apart just to get him back.

--

"Hello love," Hob greets cheerfully as Dream enters the kitchen area of Hob's house in the Dreaming. He always perks up when Dream gets home, and it never fails to make Dream feel loved. He never understood the concept of 'home' until recently, when he comes back from his duties and arrives where Hob is.

This corner of the Dreaming, hidden from sight from everyone else and guarded by Corinthian himself, is always summer bright, though Dream allows the seasons to change whenever Hob requests it. Today is a sunny winter's day, and the skies are a robin's egg blue.

Dream will do anything for Hob, as long as Hob doesn't talk about wanting to leave.

"Hello, Hob," he says, and walks the short distance towards his love, wrapping his arms around Hob's middle while his chin rests on Hob's shoulder.

Hob is cooking something that looks like seafood stew on the stove, and he is currently stirring and testing the stew's viscosity. "How was work today?"

"Tedious," Dream replies, and places feather-soft kisses on the exposed skin of Hob's neck. Hob shivers deliciously and leans more against him, and Dream tightens his arms around him, pressing their bodies even closer together. "I would rather be here with you."

Hob chuckles, ladling a spoonful of the stew and blowing on it. "Then you should take more days off," he says, then holds the spoonful towards Dream. "Here, taste."

Hob does small, sweet, and seemingly insignificant things like that--blowing on a spoonful of hot stew to cool it down, even when he knows full well that Dream can't burn his tongue.

Dream loves him so much.

He opens his mouth and lets Hob feed him. The broth tastes gingery, and there are clams and cuttlefish and fishcake in the spoonful that Hob offered him. Dream has no doubt that, were Hob to make this same dish in the Waking World, it would taste just as good. But here in the Dreaming, it tastes absolutely sublime.

Like all the food that Hob made ever since he started living in Dream's realm, the stew tastes like devotion. Like a love that has simmered for more than 600 years, with a well-developed, deep, rich flavor, and a sweetness that makes Dream crave for Hob more.

It's delicious, and his hunger grows the more he eats. He angles his hips away so as to not bring attention to his rapidly hardening cock. There will be time for that later.

"Good?" Hob asks, when Dream gives a pleased hum as he chews. "It's a seafood stew I first tasted in a little seaside restaurant in the 1970s. Unfortunately, they closed before I could return the following summer. And I couldn't find the owners, so I had to spend a considerable amount of time trying to recreate it."

Dream swallows the stew and licks his lips, devouring Hob's story as well. He turns his face to the side to kiss Hob on the lips. It's an awkward angle, but Dream stretches his neck a little longer, more than what a human is capable of, and he makes it work without inconveniencing Hob.

Hob, for his part, sighs happily into the kiss and blindly reaches towards the stove to turn off the flames. His hand misses by a couple of inches, but this is the Dreaming, and Dream is its lord, and he turns the flames off for Hob with a single thought.

Hob will never be in danger here.

When they part for breath, Hob is panting, and he turns around fully so Dream could crowd him against the kitchen counter, his legs bracketed by Dream's on either side. "The stew is delicious," Dream praises, leaning in to kiss and lick Hob's lips again. He will never get enough of him. "And so was your story."

"I'm glad you like it," Hob says, cheeks pinkening in pleasure that Dream likes his cooking. Like Dream would ever find any of his dishes wanting. "It took me years to get it right, and by the time I did, the fishmongers in the market had taken to calling me 'seafood stew guy.' It's fine since it was about the time I changed identities anyway, but it still makes me cringe that somewhere out there, a bunch of old people would fondly recount the story of the seafood stew guy to their grandchildren."

Dream chuckles at Hob's accompanying silly daydream--a hunched old lady walking with a child down a beachfront, telling them about the years she interacted with a strange fellow who ate nothing but seafood stew.

"I think it's admirable that you always work so hard to achieve your goals," Dream says fondly. Where most humans would give up, Hob Gadling would persist. It's one of many reasons why Dream fell in love with him.

Hob smiles sweetly up at him and stands slightly on his tiptoes to give Dream a chaste peck on the lips. "Thank you for saying so," he says. "But really, it's your influence. You always make me want to do my best."

Dream growls at his words and deepens their kiss. Trust Hob to know just the right words to make Dream feel even more insane about him.

He lifts Hob up so he could sit him on the counter to make it easier for his neck. Hob wastes no time and pulls Dream towards him with his legs, and locks his ankles against his waist so Dream would not go far.

As if Dream ever would, when Hob is right here.

"Are we going to eat sometime soon, or will I have to reheat the food later?" Hob asks. "Because I feel like it's going to be a few hours before we start eating, and I would like you to know that I made pot stickers as well."

Dream starts unbuttoning Hob's trousers. "Sounds delicious."

Hob laughs and helps Dream take off his clothes, raising his hips when Dream starts sliding his trousers off, and pulling his shirt over his head. "'Sounds delicious,' he says. But is he talking about pot stickers or something else?"

"I'm talking about you, of course," Dream says, and leans down to swirl his tongue around Hob's nipple. "Your dishes always taste good, but you taste even better."

Hob moans at that, and pulls Dream's head more towards his chest. "Fuck, Dream--"

"I'm right here, my love," Dream says, and nips at the soft skin of Hob's hairy tits. He looks so beautiful. Dream waves his hand impatiently so the clothing melts off both their bodies.

"That's...oh! That's cheating."

Dream shrugs and gently lays Hob down on the counter, the space accommodating them and reshaping itself so Hob's head doesn't hit the wall, and he can fully lie down on his back with his legs still around Dream's waist. "I never once claim to play fair."

Hob pouts at him. "I had to make the pot stickers from scratch, you know," he says. "No cheating about it. Do you know how long it takes to make them? Because the recipe said one hour, but obviously it didn't take into account all the wrapping--"

Dream kisses Hob to prevent him from talking about the time, biting at his lips gently, one hand massaging his pec, while the other strokes his cock. Hob moans and arches his back, all talk of food forgotten.

"Dream--"

"We will eat your wonderful creations later, my love," Dream promises. "But now, I must have my fill of you so I can sate the hunger that has been driving me mad all day."

--

Hob moans as Dream eats him out right there on the kitchen counter. Normally, he wouldn't allow such a thing, arguing that they need to retreat to the bedroom because the kitchen is a sacred space meant only for preparing food. But this is the Dreaming, and the rules of the Waking World do not apply here. The counter will remain spotless and sanitized if Dream wills it, and so Hob allows himself to be taken every which way in his dream kitchen.

The kitchen in his flat in the Waking World is small, with barely enough space to do food prep, but here in the Dreaming, Dream has spoiled him and allowed him to design his own kitchen, with no thought given to how much it would cost or, indeed, if some of the things he wanted were even possible in the Waking World.

Dream told him that his imagination is the limit, and so Hob had gone nuts. His dream kitchen is bright and airy, allowing plenty of sunlight in, with light-colored wooden cabinets and marble countertops. But it never gets too warm when he's cooking, and his pantry is always full. He also never runs out of ingredients or have ingredients spoil because he forgot all about them.

And it doesn't stop there. Because Dream let Hob go nuts with the entire house as well. The bedroom is always pleasantly cool and the sheets are always clean, and the bathroom is spacious enough to have a large bathtub that would fit both of them, even when Dream feels like being bigger than human-sized.

Hob won't even have to clean or water the plants or do laundry again if he doesn't want to. (He sometimes wants to, but only for roleplay purposes.)

Dream has literally made for him the perfect house, and all he had asked is for Hob to stay. For just a little while. Just while he works on banishing another Dream of the Endless who just appeared one day in the Waking World.

And in Hob's time in the Dreaming, it must have been...oh, a few weeks by now, Dream has had him practically on every surface in the house. Even, memorably, on the observatory's smooth glass dome, with all the stars twinkling below them, and made Hob feel like they were fucking in a space station.

Responding to his very detailed daydream, Dream temporarily turns the observatory to a futuristic spaceship that affords a 360 degree view of space, and Hob gets rimmed and railed above the rings of Saturn.

It's like Dream can't ever get enough of Hob, and Hob...

He loves it.

Having Dream's entire attention focused only on him, having his lips on him, his arms around him, his cock in him...

"Dream," Hob moans, as Dream shapes his tongue so it could reach even deeper within his hole. "Dream, please, I'm so close--"

"Is that a warning to get me to stop, or a plea to let you cum?"

Dream has not let up from fucking him with his tongue, and so his voice is being projected by the walls instead.

Hob shivers at the casual display of power and tightens his hold on Dream's hair. "I want to cum, please." He squirms when Dream's tongue grows even larger and reaches even deeper. "Fuck-- Your tongue is so deep, I can almost feel it in my stomach."

In reply, Dream's tongue pushes upward, and Hob whines when he sees the outline of Dream's monstrous tongue on his lower belly. "Shit, Dream--"

"Cum for me, Hob," the walls said in Dream's voice, while Dream's dark starlight eyes look up at him from between his legs. "Cum on my tongue with my name on your lips. Scream out who you belong to."

Hob pants and whimpers as Dream starts thrusting his tongue faster, his sharp, dark lacquered nails digging into Hob's thighs, leaving red marks. "Dream," Hob gasps out as Dream's tongue presses him in all the right places, making his muscles flutter and squeeze involuntarily in pleasure. "Mmmn, right there--gonna come--" The tongue twists inside him, hitting his prostate dead on, and Hob yelps as his thighs start to seize. "Fuck! Dream!"

Dream hums as Hob starts cumming, and Hob's orgasm intensifies at the vibration. "Dream," he moans, voice cracking a little and feeling delirious with pleasure. He just came untouched but he needs more. He needs Dream inside him. Marking him. Filling him. He is Dream's, body and soul, forever. "Fuck me again," he begs, and shifts to make himself look more alluring. He pushes his tits together and cups them from underneath, presenting them to Dream like a feast. "Fuck me with your cock this time."

He keens in delight when Dream reaches with both hands and gropes at the cups of his breasts, thumbing and twisting at his nipples. His tongue starts to shrink inside Hob, and Hob whines and clenches his muscles, futilely trying to keep the prehensile organ inside him.

He feels like crying. No. Not yet. Not yet, please. "No, please. I still need you. Hurry, I feel so empty--"

"Patience, Hob," Dream murmurs as he stands, hands still on Hob's hairy tits, palming and squeezing. His tongue is shrinking, but it's still longer than normal, and Dream is utilizing its current length to lick Hob's slick from his chin and around his mouth. Hob moans at the sight and pulls Dream's body closer to him with his legs. "I will give you everything you need."

--

Hours later, Dream is still fucking Hob, though they have relocated to the bedroom.

Hob is holding his legs open, his nipples swollen from the amount of time Dream spent sucking and biting at them, and his stomach is streaked in white from his many orgasms. He looks radiant.

Dream thrusts harder, angling Hob's legs higher and wider, and enjoys the beautiful fucked out sounds and helpless gasps that spill from Hob's lips. His moans are interspersed with Dream's name and pleas for more, and Dream obeys and gives him exactly what he wants.

Can Hob really make it back in the Waking World? After Dream has spoiled him rotten here?

He would hate it, Dream thinks. The unavailability of certain ingredients, the fucked up climate and unpredictability of the weather, the mundane chores he has to accomplish daily...

It would be like dropping a 21st century man back in the 14th century. And for how well Dream knows Hob, he knows he would not want it. He would miss all the conveniences that the 21st century has provided him: electricity and wifi and take-out, not to mention that he'll have to get a job again. Not because he needs to work for a living--Hob has too much money for that now, but to pretend like he's just another normal human and not arouse suspicion.

Hob would hate it. If Dream were to return him to the Waking World now, he would absolutely despise it. He would think that Dream is purposefully being cruel to him. Abandoning him like he did before.

If Dream sent him back to the Waking World, wouldn't that only spell disaster for them both? Dream left Hob in 1589 for some unimportant poet and came back to Hob tortured and dirty and starved. Uncared for. And Dream left Hob once more due to his stupid pride in 1889 and got himself imprisoned for more than a hundred years.

Clearly, the lesson to be learned here is he should never leave Hob's side ever again.

And the last thing he wants is for Hob to hate him. For him to look at Dream with heartbreak in his eyes, his pure, gentle heart once more crushed into fine powder at his feet.

He will never make Hob sad again. And bringing him back to the Waking World...

No. Out of the question.

It's better if Hob stays here, where Dream can provide anything his heart desires. Where Dream could always love and protect him. He will give Hob a world--a universe--where everything he wishes for will be his.

His perfect darling.

"Dream," Hob moans, as Dream starts thrusting deeper, losing his rhythm as Hob squeezes his cock deliciously. "More. Fill me more. I want to look round and pregnant and yours."

Dream groans at that, and imagines little children with their features running around the house. How many would they have? A dozen? A hundred? They have the rest of eternity.

But no. Not yet. Maybe someday, when Hob is more settled.

Dream will ask Hob again when he is less out of his mind with lust. And if Hob really wants to bear his children, then who is Dream to say no to him?

--

Much, much later, as they lie on the bed, Dream on his back with an arm around Hob, Hob on his side with his hand placed on Dream's chest, their legs tangled together and Hob's round stomach filled with Dream's cum pressed against Dream's side, Hob nuzzles against Dream's chest and says, "How goes trying to banish the other Dream?"

Dream stops running his fingers through Hob's hair, but resumes after only a moment's pause. "He has proved to be cunning," he says. "But you should not worry. I am more than a match for him, and I will never let him hurt you."

Hob hums and kisses the patch of skin in front of his face, which is just a little above Dream's heart. "Okay," he mumbles, already half-asleep. "Take your time. I don't want you getting injured."

Dream pulls Hob closer and presses soft kisses on his forehead. "I will be careful," he says. "I will always come home to you."

Hob yawns and snuggles closer. Like this, it's difficult to tell where he ends and when Dream begins. "Good," he says sleepily. "Love you."

Dream would do whatever it takes to keep Hob by his side. "And I you, my love."

--

Epilogue

In another universe, a defeated Dream of the Endless gasps awake with a rattling cough. He sits up, clutching at what's left of his stomach, and starts to vomit shadows that turn into spiders that hiss like snakes as they hit the ground and scuttle away from him.

There is a literal hole in the middle of his stomach, going right through his spine. And his body, Endless as it is, struggles to stitch itself together again. He heaves, retches, and spits thick, yellow acid that makes the ground sizzle.

He wipes the sweat off his forehead and surveys the damage done to him.

From what he can see of his limbs, his left leg had been blown clear off, leaving him with a charred stump that ends a hand's span away from his pelvic region. The flesh of his left arm is partially melted, showing irritated bits of skin and bleach-white bones. His entire right side is mostly unscathed, with only a few deep slashes here and there from where the other Dream had raked his claws.

His back is littered with shrapnel and lightning vines that shock him occasionally, but they are a minor inconvenience at the moment.

Distantly, he is grateful that there is no one to see him in such a wretched state. The Dreaming here has long been reduced to an empty, desolate wasteland filled only with treacherous mists and islands of stone ruins.

His black clothing hangs off him like the sails of a shipwrecked galley, also courtesy of the other Dream's ruthless attacks, but the thing that he came for, offered to him freely upon a hidden altar, lies safe within his hollow chest.

He winces as he cracks open his ribs and withdraws from the empty safe that used to be his heart, a battered, leather bound notebook.

It's plain brown and cracked in places, stained golden and glittering by some sort of eldritch blood in others. It's the kind that can be bought in stationery shops, but it looks more than a quarter of a century old, and it certainly smells like it.

He inspects it thoroughly now.

He would have looked at its contents earlier, but he was busy fending off his other self. That other Dream is stronger than he is, and he fought like a rabid animal, almost frothing at the mouth in hatred.

Dream wonders what the other him is protecting so ferociously. A small part of him wants to know so he could take it away from the other him and use it to cast him down. The larger part of him mourns that he has forgotten what it feels like to feel that strongly about something.

It has been centuries since he felt anything, and his realm is a reflection of that.

A Dreaming as empty as its master, with dreamers running scared as Dream's shadows chase them for sustenance.

He opens the notebook carefully, mindful of its age. A card falls out and lands on the patch of ground by his remaining knee. It's a simple white cardstock.

Dream picks it up and notices that there is something written on the back. He turns the paper around and reads the words.

Once he finishes reading, he reads the words again.

And again, for the third time.

The corners of his mouth start twitching, and, unable to contain the mirth overwhelming his body, he starts to laugh.

It starts out as a menacing chuckle, before it grows louder and louder, until it shakes the earth and becomes more deafening than a thunderclap.

It's been a while since he laughed.

It feels good.

In the ruins around him, the shadows dance in their nests, and blood-red vines slither on the ground like veins. In the far-off distance, a couple of pterodactyls screech in the sky.

The Dreaming has been dead for years, but here it is, showing signs of life again.

On the ground where the card had landed for but a moment, green grass had started to push up from the earth, and they fill the air with the scent of summer.

Dream presses the white cardstock against his nose and breathes the scent of it greedily. He could not believe he has almost forgotten the sweet, lovely, faithful scent of Hob Gadling.

He will read his darling's notes later. But for now, Dream rips his clothes further so he could wrap one hand around his cock while his other, healing, skeletal one holds the notebook, and its accompanying note against his face.

The notebook smells slightly stale, but it still smells of Hob's sweat. Dream groans and licks the paper, tasting the ghost of Hob's fingers.

Delicious.

He tastes so fucking good.

The card is newer, bought recently, and Hob had kissed the bottom corner, like the temptation that he is, with bright red lipstick the color of Dream's ruby. Dream presses his lips upon the impression on the paper covetously and strokes his cock harder.

Dream has had ambrosia thousands of years ago in Olympus.

But Hob's lips, through the lipstick's impression, tastes even better than that.

It's been so long since he had felt such pleasure. And it won't be long until he has a Robert Gadling of his very own.

His eyes roll to the back of his head as he cums with Hob's name on his lips, while all around him, his realm heals along with his ruined body.

Life. Hob has granted him life with a single, ghostly kiss. What more if Dream kisses his own Hob? What more if Dream makes love to him, their curves and edges fitting together seamlessly, their shared sweat and cum blessing the earth under their bodies?

He kisses the note reverently, and smears his seed on the slightly smudged lipstick. Amazingly, his cock twitches again at the sight.

He smiles.

He has preparations to make.

--

To another beloved Dream, one who lost his Hob before the 21st century,

With this, I hope you'll find another Hob to love you for the rest of your days. I found that there are many, across all of time and space, who lost their Dreams. It is my wish that those who were left behind not be lonely for long, because life is so much more happier when you have the one you love by your side.

I wish you luck and happiness, and I apologize if you were injured in any way in the process of getting my offering. My Dream is a bit overzealous, but he loves me well.

With love,

Hob Gadling 💋

--

Hob wakes up in Dream's arms and smiles when he sees that his love is still sleeping. Good. Hob leans up to kiss his chin and snuggles even closer. Still asleep, Dream hums and tightens his hold on Hob. Like Hob is trying to leave the bed and he's preventing him from doing so.

Hob huffs a laugh. His lovely boyfriend is so silly sometimes. Why would Hob want to leave? He doesn't have to go to the bathroom anymore upon waking up, like he did in the Waking World. And no need to brush his teeth either to get rid of his morning breath.

He traces random patterns on Dream's chest as he waits, content, for him to wake naturally. Hob would have to reheat the stew and the pot stickers from yesterday for breakfast, but he knows they'll still taste like he just took them off the stove.

(It's very convenient, and Hob always makes sure to thank Dream for the wonderful house he built for him.)

His hole throbs pleasantly as he clenches it, imagining sitting on Dream's cock during breakfast, warming him. Maybe they could fuck once more before Dream leaves to attend to his duties again.

He doesn't tell Hob the details of his current duties, but Hob knows he's lying about still not being able to banish the other Dream. He just doesn't know why Dream is trying to hide the truth from him. Does he think Hob would want to leave?

Because he doesn't. Why would he?

Dream needs someone to take care of him. He has so many duties, and even more people depending on him. When Hob is still living in the Waking World, he tried his best to help Dream unwind, but he can only do so much with the limited amount of time they have in the evening.

And so Dream remained tired and sleep-deprived, even under Hob's care.

But that changed when Hob started living in the Dreaming. Now, Dream is sleeping well, and eating well, and he can fuck Hob whenever and however long he wants! No need to wait for Hob's body to recover. They could just go at it again and again until they're both satisfied.

It's a bit irritating that Dream's duties take him away from Hob, but that's okay, because Hob has a plan for that as well.

Soon, Hob thinks happily as he caresses his cum-filled belly, Dream will have another excuse to stay at home more often.

Dream stirs, and Hob turns his face brightly towards him. "Good morning, Dream."

Dream smiles, unguarded, and it never fails to make Hob's heart all aflutter. He looks so handsome, and Hob can't believe he's the lucky person who gets to wake up next to him. "Good morning, Hob," he says, his voice sleep rough but happy. Content. "My darling. My love."

Yes, Hob thinks, as Dream pulls him closer for their first kiss of the day. It's definitely better now that he's here.

--

"I think it's admirable that you always work so hard to achieve your goals," Dream says with a soft look in his eyes, looking at Hob like he's something precious.

Dream does not know the things Hob did to be here with him, and sometimes Hob wonders if Dream would still love him if he knew. He hopes he does. He cannot bear the thought of Dream hating him and casting him aside, leaving him like he did before. He would rather die.

Hob smiles sweetly at the only love of his long, immortal life, and stands slightly on his tiptoes to kiss the lips that he has been dreaming about since that day in 1389. "Thank you for saying so," he says. "But really, it's your influence. You always make me want to do my best."

#showXcomic swap AU #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #dreamlingforukraine #good job my thumbs

[asiearts]

Lumine and her commission reward ✨

yes it's definitely an idea i got cause of the omodoki venti plush doll i received (last year) 👀✨ also special thanks to my playmate & her kazuha for taking a bg pic in game for the 2nd panel despite my UTTER LACK OF SPECIFIC DETAILS (she had to go to mondo and back twice...im gomen bb :')

#GenshinImpact #原神 #venti #lumine #venlumi #ウェンほた #ウェン蛍 #lumiven #genshin fanart #comic

[mrhowells]

Smallville 4x02 *chanting* clois clois clois cloisss

Why are they psychoanalyzing each other already lmaoooo

that's some quality yeeting😌

First of all, MOTHER. Second, imagine being able to pull off that orange jacket, I could never

"Lois!!😳😨" The queen doing queen shit while Clark is just standing there clutching his pearls, THEE DYNAMIC

Why is her dad so extra tho💀

I'm having so much fun right nowwww🤗 Have I mentioned that I love Lois? Because I love her a lot

Clark being super upfront with his parents never stops warming my heart🥹

name a more entertaining duo I'll wait

both Lana and Clark seem quite different from season 3, it's almost jarring

PLSSS imagine if he was wrong💀💀

Women supporting women, we love to see it😌

an understatement if I've ever heard one💀

"The awkward tension is just getting started." Lois I love you

I'm memeing the hell out of this episode just so you know

"I can see why you're in love with her." *the bisexual Lois agenda*

Clark: "Look you're really not the person I wanna talk to about this."

Clark, 5 seconds later: "So here's what happened-"

she looks so pretty here it's insane actually

"To keep an eye on me, is that it, boss?" ugh the way she says that is so hot don't ask me why

"My heart isn't exactly what it used to be." They keep reminding me and I hate it😭😭

Clark is having some unpleasant flashbacks right now🤡

watching Lionel get stabbed like whatever, he'll survive🤷🏻‍♀️ Anyway, back to what I was saying-

askajskajsak the old geezer💀😭

the love of my life everyone

"I don't know how you ever survived without me." I feel like she's saying that to me but also YES, Lois saving Clark since day one👏👏 (flash forward to Loisidiedwhenyouleft he literally CANNOT survive without her I'm-)

bless🥹

He's like gimme credit I did good work too Lois acknowledge meeee🥺

Chloe's like can y'all stop making prolonged eye contact I almost got murdered and I wanna go home👀

🙏🕯Manifesting Lionel in prison and out of commission for as many episodes as possible🕯🙏

Jonathan defending Lex while Clark won't have it? Oh, how the turntables...

"It's funny isn't it? After everything we've been through, I thought it would take us longer to get over it." OOUCH

"Us?" He's like in what universe-

"Yeah, you and Lois."

"Lois? She's bossy. She's stuck up, she's rude. I can't stand her."

Clark Kent, you beautiful beautiful clown🤡 Look at the face this mf made when he said the first part, "she's bossy😍😏😍"

"Do you believe in destiny?" "I don't want to."

yeaaah he really doesn't😬

The more Lex emotionally controls the situation when he's with Lionel, the less threatening Lionel is. Really makes you realize that he only has as much power as Lex allows him to have, if Lex stops caring (which I don't think he ever fully will but I digress), Lionel becomes irrelevant. Even if he still managed to outsmart Lex in whatever way, as long as Lex just shrugs it off like "Whatever old man, smart move I guess." any victory on Lionel's end really loses its impact🤷🏻‍♀️

I still want to know how old Jason is btw👀

#ellie's smallville thoughts #smallville #4x02 #clark kent #lois lane #chloe sullivan #lex luthor #lana lang #clois #lionel luthor

[sillyrabbit81]

I al obsessed with your story ‘Even If You Don’t Mean It’! No shade to the many writers on here but it’s been a while for me to find a story that I can dig my teeth in - where character development, setting and story pace is great and you succeed in all of this! Thank you for this gift ha ha - hope to see more stories featuring Sy (new love unlocked lol) and all of Henry’s characters because you’re a phenomenal writer ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi

Thank you very much for your lovely words. I'm so glad you enjoyed that story and that you thought it was well written.

I have written A LOT of Syverson a couple of series and a lot of one shots. Here is a link to my Syverson masterlist.

There are a lot of great Sy series out there from other writers, here are a few I can think of right now:

@just-chirpin Eyes That See Your life consists of caring for others. This is a story of you learning to care for yourself.

@thesaucynomad No Morals It’s a continuing series of episodic parts centred around Sy, after getting out of the army.  It’s gonna contain graphic spice here and there as the timeline progresses.

@mayloma Of Investments and Returns Due to global economic troubles, Sy was forced to sell most of his company's shares to investors. Much to his displeasure, the investors commissioned a business consultancy to check the company for potential savings and optimization. Dahlia Lewis is one of the unwelcome visitors. And she will soon begin to get under his skin in a different way.

@invisibleanonymousmonsters Syverson After Y/N’s job declares that employees may continue working remote for as long as they want, she wonders if this is sign from the universe to take a break from New York City. When her crazy cousin finds out, she begs Y/N to spend a year with her in Texas. For some crazy reason, Y/N agrees. A true city girl and a northerner, Y/N immediately feels like a fish out of water in the south. And her cousin’s friends enjoy teasing her for all their differences – especially a certain Ethan Syverson.

@peternoonewantsthat Shug and Sy series Masterlist An ongoing series of oneshots following the everyday life of Captain Syverson and his family.

@rmtndew Where Kindness Grows The Great Depression took its toll on a lot of people and some had to get creative to survive. Seraphina’s father decides his solution is to sell his only daughter to a much older man. But when Sy overhears a conversation about the young woman, he makes a decision that will change his life - and Seraphina’s - forever.

@angryschnauzer As Sweet As Honey Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

@poledancingdinos Girls Night Out

@littlefreya Lines In The Sand She is one of the best snipers serving in Iraq, but she is also suffering from an attitude problem and ironically has a hard time following orders. After an incident in her former base, she is sent to join the Special Forces unit led by Captain Syverson, who requires a talented sniper. Unlucky for her, Captain Syverson is a hard man who likes things by the book and according to order. He ain’t got the patience for troublemakers.

@winter2112rose A Captain and his Cowgirl A series of one -shot stories about how one meeting on a night out, changes the life of a young solider, Travis ‘Sy’ Syverson, forever. Giving him the one thing he’s always dreamed of, a family. The stories are in the correct chronological timeline. 

@wolvesandhoundshowltogether Kissed By Fire Petra’s small art studio takes fire and a beefy cocky soldier-turned-firefighter is among the responding fire crew members. The acquaintance wouldn’t be long-lived but Lieutenant Syverson accidentally👀 takes something that belongs to her.

@viking-raider Southern Generation After more than a decade of service, Captain Syverson as retired from the military, but now that he is retired, he still needs to find a job.

Feel free to add anymore to this list!

❤️ Rabbit

#peacefulwriter88 #ask sillyrabbit81 #rabbitsrecs syverson

[hantheheart]

Do you know any artist out there rhat i could buy a commission from?👀

ooohhhhh boy do I!!! I don't know too terribly many who are in the NNT/4KOTA fandom but I know several folks who are taking commissions that I always recommend! Actually, I'm gonna just compile a big bunch of people for you! I'm gonna tag em just so people can go right to their blogs as well as link their commission pages!

my man @dansaiyanart is my go to commission person, you can see their commission sheet HERE, I've commissioned Dan several times! Including these custom keychains I've got from her!! She offers other custom merch as well!

@jinn-mori is someone I've met through friends in the NNT fandom- commission page HERE!- and has a lovely art style!!! Super sweet person!!

I've been recommended this lovely person- @yourcommissar - who is having a spring sale currently! Very close to canon art style! I think I'll be commissioning them soon myself!

Some non NNT folks I know who are currently open to commissions are my friend @drax-is-inthefandom who's commission page is HERE has a lovely art style and is generally such a fun person to talk to!

@muku-gc is also a great artist! Commission page HERE! I've gotten lovely art from them as well!

@yourdragonsareglowing Zach my bestie!!!!!!! Comm page HERE who does so many fun cool art!!! One of very few people I know who does traditional artwork commissions!

@pixlezq is my dream commissioner, I love her art to bits and pieces and someday I will commission her. Page HERE!

#commission #commission reccomendations #yes this is free to reblog

[belit0]

2000 Word Commission (Uchiha Obito / Fem Reader) @moroseu

"Alrighty for this one imma let you pick between Madara or Obito since you write both of them so well 🥹💗 If you could write in a modern AU about ex-lovers reconnecting online? He accidentally likes an old risque photo of reader during a work break and she notices immediately because she misses him too. Which leads into some spicy texts or phone call👀"

You know I had to choose Obito for this commission because which Uchiha is more capable of liking something unintentionally?!!?!?!!?

Also, thank you so much to beautiful Roseu for always supporting my work, highly grateful to my darling🙌🏻💕🛐💫

EACH COMMISSION COMES WITH AN EXTRA SECRET SCENARIO, THAT I UNIQUELY AND ESPECIALLY ADD FOR THE BUYER. (I'll leave you an example of it at the bottom, but in Spanish, so you don't cheat.)

KO-FI COMMISSIONS

His mind is fried as he opens Instagram without even thinking about it, headphones still in place and microphone ready for when the client finishes her word marathon. Uncle Madara usually makes fun of Obito and his job, saying it's just a stupid call center and his labor is way too simple, so easy he could do it without paying attention, yet he doesn't have a clue.

He has been on the phone for about an hour with Mrs. Maria Rodriguez, trying to explain why her online banking is blocked, asking for verification of certain suspicious transactions, struggling to read some legal disclosures without being interrupted. The lady, in her eighties and as lucid as a mad goat, talks on and on, ignoring all Obito's requests for time to explain himself.

He holds a Monster in his hand, the only source of strength in these times of labor adversities.

Personally, he believes that people this old should not have access to these types of lines without a family member by their side to assist, with the personified example on the phone and not being able to do anything about it. The lady speaks a mixture of broken English and fluent Spanish, mixing dialects and mistranslations into a jumble of incomprehensible sentences.

He has been staring at his computer screen for an hour with his microphone muted, tired of fighting Mrs. Rodriguez's compelling need to recount all of her family's wanderings, what she did today, what she bought yesterday, what medicines she needs refills for. The Uchiha abandoned the urge to fight against his rambling client some time ago, determined to end the call as airily as possible.

He evaluated the possibility of dropping his connection several times, fed up with being unable to follow her lead or explain the reasons for the blockages in her account, exercising all his patience on the first call of his shift. He has about seven more hours of torture ahead of him, and no idea how the day is going to end after starting out like this.

As Maria continues to babble on about how her granddaughter started school and explains she ran out of Atorvastatin for her heart problems, Obito gives up and grabs his cell phone, leaving Instagram open just to bring some comfort to his visual. He's tired of seeing Mrs. Rodriguez's account on his screen, and can't seem to get out of that situation anytime soon.

He would jump into watching TikToks, but it causes him terrible frustration having to binge them without sound, choosing muted stories as his quality poison. He can't forego the possibility of finally needing to use his microphone as soon as the client stops mumbling, simply staring at the photos people ephemerally upload.

His heart catches in his throat when he sees Shisui's story, and almost chokes on the shot of Monster he takes at that exact moment. Had he had the microphone open, Mrs. Rodriguez probably would have spent another hour telling him to watch out and be careful, to drink some water.

It's not because of Shisui himself, but because of who is posing with him in the story. (Y/N), his ex, beautiful and stunning as always, looks at him from the other side of the screen with a wonderful expression, huge smile, and looking genuinely joyful. They both model in front of a sculpture in a museum, and Obito should have assumed he would eventually come across some hint of her on his social media.

He never unfollowed her, but preferred to restrict her stories so as not to suffer whenever seeing her dating someone else, knowing that a girl as stunning as (Y/N) would not take long to find someone. She and Shisui, co-workers at his uncle's company, always had a pleasant friendly relationship, true work besties.

He is not surprised to see them together, nor does he suspect his cousin is betraying him in any way, but coming face to face with her after months of grieving is shocking. Mrs. Rodriguez brings him out of his stupor by asking him a question he fails to catch, only being aware of it by the sudden silence in the line.

He hastily opens his microphone, unwilling to lose his job and have to beg Madara to employ him, and speaks as professionally as he can muster, "Mrs. Rodriguez, as I told you a couple of times, this is Obito with Wealth Fargu, online fraud assistance trying to verify a transaction for an amount of 273.45 cents made through Zelle. Can you confirm the legitimacy of it or are you unfamiliar with the charge?"

"Ohhhh, it was probably mi hija, trying to purchesear something because it turns out..." Another huge trail of words he's not willing to hear, ringing on the other end of his headphones for approximately 45 minutes. Maria goes back to addressing her pointless monologue as the Uchiha decides to pop into (Y/N)'s profile, pressing the @ that Shisui left in his story, and see what life has thrown at her.

Their separation was neither traumatic nor terrible, two adults agreeing it was not the right time to face anything serious, let alone a relationship like the one they were in, taking the most responsible decision and opting to walk away. There are no grudges or quarrels, just words stuck on the tongue and many "I love you" to be said.

Obito scrolls through her profile, reaching the time limit where the two stopped talking and seeing each other, and clicks on the first picture. Dazzling as always, (Y/N) poses in a bikini on the beach, body sculpted by the world's most lustful gods, curves to die for, tanned to the perfect point.

He can't deny the feelings his friend downstairs feels as he admires the details of the photo, putting his Monster down on his desk and resting his phone on it as well, trying not to make mistakes and unintentionally like it. He looks at the screen from afar, with Mrs. Rodriguez in the background as she continues to tell him about her daughter, and can't help a circulation of beautiful memories in his mind.

"OBITO! MY BOY! ARE YOU THERE?!" Maria shouts on the other end of his line, startling him so much that Uchiha brings his hands to the keyboard out of instinct. The second his arm twitches in panic, he ends up inadvertently pressing against the phone screen, giving a like to the most suggestive photo he could have found on (Y/N)'s profile.

"YES, HERE I AM! DO YOU RECOGNIZE THE TRANSFER AND THE AMOUNT?!" he shouts out of sheer panic at his customer, while internally wanting to die at the sight of the phone. That red heart, lit up at the base of the screen, hunting him as if it wanted to eat him alive.

"Yes, yes, it was my daughter." Obito doesn't have the strength to answer as he should, opting to reestablish Mrs. Rodriguez's access to her online banking without the system's regulatory checks, needing to cut the call and breathe. He doesn't even say goodbye before letting go of the line, and remains transfixed staring at his computer screen.

He locks the cell phone without moving his eyes, refusing to look at it, knowing there is no way to retract the notification that has probably already arrived on his ex's device. He tosses it onto his bed, located just behind the desk he uses for work, determined to feign nonchalance in the remaining hours of his shift.

...

The clock strikes five o'clock, time for the Uchiha to finally log off, shutting down the system he uses on his computer and heading to bed. It's a Friday without much to do, having turned down some invitations to go out to stay at home and relax, but he begins to evaluate the possibility of accepting some of the proposals just to get drunk and forget his little mistake.

Of course, for that, he has to go through looking at his mobile phone, which is an impossible task.

He turns the device over on the mattress, having landed on the screen, and lies down next to it. iPhone pointing towards the ceiling, he looks at it from the side, unable to read the notifications that came in or to know if there were any repercussions for his action.

He types in his security code by heart, keeping his face out of the camera, and is thankful to always have it on mute to avoid knowing what happened during all the hours he ignored it. When he accesses his messages, however, everything becomes complicated.

He can't make out names or pictures at the angle he tries to look at the phone, and doing his best to try and open his family's group chat, he ends up getting into one that leaves his heart in his throat again.

"Hey there :)" He reads the harmless text his ex sent him, and has no idea how to react. Having already inadvertently left her on read, he has no choice but to reply, a little excited and nervous.

"Hi :), what's up?" With a smiley face? No smiley face? More formal? Less informal? Resentful? Cheerful? He has no idea how to set the tone of his message, conflicted about how to react after so many months of no contact with her. How should one behave when your beautiful ex texts you again?

His message is instantly read, which means (Y/N) is inside the chat. She sends another calm, casual reply, and the two of them fall into the well-known chatting dance, catching up as if nothing happened.

Obito learns he misses her madly when she sends a picture of her smiling face, always so pretty and perfect, the most beautiful woman in the world to his eyes. Feelings of nostalgia and love intermingle in an emotional mess, tying a knot in his chest he decides to ignore.

After all, he still loves her fiercely.

He responds to the photo with one of his own, having taken about ten minutes to define the angle and try to look as cute as he can. Disheveled after a long day at work, his ex replies with a similar picture, but a little more daring.

She, on the bed, wearing shorts too small and revealing half of her buttocks, only a fragment of her face in the shot. She is clearly shooting where she wants the attention to go, and the Uchiha is not going to object to that. (Y/N's) body is still as ravishingly gorgeous as he remembers, smooth skin he can identify even through the screen, an angel personified on earth.

Not intending to ruin the reunion, mixed feelings between his legs as well, he follows the tone of her photo with a slightly more provocative one. He, in the mirror, shirtless and revealing the V marked at the end of his abdomen by stretching the waistband of his pants down.

The tone quickly rises on both sides, both parties engaged in a back and forth of increasingly explicit photos, and soon, Obito finds himself with a hand inside his pants, touching himself without remorse. According to the videos he now receives, (Y/N) seems to follow him in body and soul, showing as she satisfies herself with a pink toy vibrating on her clit.

She had no possession of such an object before it all ended, and he feels even more aroused at the possibility of her not having been with anyone for months. Of course, there would be nothing wrong with the opposite case, but a toxic part of him is happy about that fact.

(Y/N) moans into her phone with anticipation, and before he can reply with a video of his own, he receives a video call. He doesn't take a second to answer it, being greeted with an "I miss you" between moans and ragged breaths, his ex's legs spread wide open as she touches herself with that toy of hers.

"I need you, (Y/N), I fucking miss you too" he moans in response, ceasing his touch to articulate coherent words and then resuming his self-inflicted caresses. They both share the moment, separated by distance but together in virtuality, fucking each other from afar yet close at the same time.

"You... sho-ould come! Here... I-I mean, come here!" It kills him the effort she makes to communicate what she needs, and he can imagine the familiar look of pleasure she must have plastered on her features, the one he appreciated countless times beneath his own body.

"Now?"

"Fuck yes-s, come, please!" Obito doesn't need a second invitation, quickly cutting off the call and typing an "on my way, don't cum" into their chat as he pulls on a jumpsuit with no need for a t-shirt underneath, sneakers, and runs out of his apartment with his car keys ready in hand.

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[musubiki]

btw idk if someone already asked this but do they say ily right away??? do they hook hook up right away??? i need the deets

YOU KNOW THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULD HAVE SOLID ALREADY BUT I DONT YET!!!!! i DO know that lime definitely wouldnt let a large amount of time pass between when they hook up and when he tells her hes in love with her (in either order it happens on the same night. now way hes gonna be regularly sleeping with her and still be like "but what if she doesnt like me...")

at least the version in my head i have right now, they dont get together until the post-game (after the main storyline)!! after the witch king is defeated and everything is FINALLY, for the first time since mochi became a witch, quiet and normal. (im putting the rest under a read more bc its a bit long, its just me rambling about what happens) ->

i think he would tell her during the little dinner celebration they have after the witch king is defeated. everyone is there, the witches and their guilds and sulluvan and even the merchant takes a night off to party with them (strange). mochi is outside with pom, pom probably scolding her again on "this is the way you shouldve handled the fight so all that bad stuff wouldnt have happened. you shouldve been more resourceful as a witch blah blah blah--" and lime has to come rescue mochi from poms scoldings. grabs the cat by the neck and gives her to coco (coco likes snuggling pom against her will. shes the friend that grabs cats and forces them into hugs while the cat struggles and meows)

so he stays out there with her for a bit (alone 👀), chatting about nothing. eventually he asks "So now what?" since they always had something going on. and mochi says "Now...we can finally just. rest. run the shop and help people where we can. normal witch stuff." and starts rambling about how theyll still do commissions and fun adventures and travel around and stuff but for the most part, everything will be normal and theres nothing they cant handle anymore. and after shes finally done talking lime just goes "...will you go out with me?"

(the woman was too stunned to speak meme). its a mix of emotions cuz theres a 5% chance hes joking but the look on his face is so serious. and its also not a total surprise given their very blurred line relationship but it still stuns her to hear him say it.

and in VERY tcwg fashion, of course somehow gets interrupted before she can answer him. coco or sulluvan or SOMEONE starts yelling from the house "HEY THE CATERING GUY IS HERE AND NEEDS MOCHIS SIGNATURE AND OSCARS ALREADY TRYING TO EAT YOU NEED TO HANDLE THIS ASAP!!!" and lime is ready to kill somebody. the rest of the night mochi cant get a second alone with him and every time they make eye contact across the table they both get flustered.

the next day lime probably had to report in or something and mochis groaning to coco about "Noooo i didnt even get to respond what if he hates me!!!" and lime stressing over "Was I too forward...? No way right..??" (hes not overly stressed. at that point hes decided to just be dedicated to being unapologetically in love with her. he has a PRETTY good idea that shed say yeah but in the off chance shes like "nooo" then he decided to love her anyway and just be there for her)

so as soon as he comes home mochi is like "Hey!! Lime!! so uh!! I just remembered I need to go hunting for ingredients in (insert remote getaway she has access to)!! I was wondering if you wanna!! Come with me!!" the whole time red-faced and fidgeting with her braid. lime, bag in hand goes "I'm ready. Lets go now." (pom is like "mmm adventures yum" and mochis like "ahah....just lime." and forces her to stay there)

when they get there (via mochis magic doorway portals), and lime sets his stuff down, and mochi is there stammering and red in the face trying to get her words out, mumbling like "Lime! Uh! About yesterday!! I wanted to!! Um!! Well!! I wanna--//"

and before she can even get proper words out, he grabs her by her waist, pushes her against the counter and kisses her. its one of those deep, passionate, hands-all-over-her kisses. and when he breaks away from her, he nuzzles her hair and presses his forehead to hers and tells her he loves her. he tells her EVERYTHING. how he thinks about her day and night, he misses her when he has to leave, he loves her laugh and her smile and the softness of her touch and the feeling of her warmth on him, and he loves the tone of her voice and the way she cares and does little things for him, and every time he looks at her it makes his whole day. and he tells her how just knowing her has made him a better person and he wouldnt be anything without her. and how hed love her no matter what or no matter how long or no matter if this is something she wants or not, hed love her anyway.

he gives her little kisses between each thing he tells her, and by the end of it shes crying (getting back to the thing i was talking about a few asks ago). she hugs him tightly around his neck with her tears dripping on his uniform and tells him shes loved him her whole life and was always terrified to tell him because she didnt want him to leave and she knows how he generally was with other girls who have crushes on him. as soon as lime hears the "I've loved you my whole life" thing though, his response is "WHAT?! THAT LONG?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING?!!" and feels a tinge of being pissed off that he couldve had her this WHOLE TIME, to which she responds "I WAS SCARED!!"

and he smirks at her and says "God, you really are literally a scaredy-cat." and shes still crying lowkey so just leans forward into his chest and muffles out a "Shut up you jerk." and he just stares at her for a bit, stroking her hair and planting little kisses on her head, and asks "...do you really love me?" because hes still in disbelief and this doesnt feel real, to which she reminds him that she (as a witch) will always always always love him and never stop loving him for the rest of her life.

so lime kisses her again. and again., and starts escalating it because god knows now that he has the green light there is NOTHING stopping him from having her. probably lifts her up and carries her into the bedroom to have his way with her

(funny tidbit though-- they were originally gonna stay there for like a week because lime wants her all to himself for a while to get all the s*xual frustration out of his system. he thought once he finally gets to be with her then he would have a better grip on how much he wants her, but in fact it makes it worse. so they end up staying there for like 2-3 weeks and even then they had to be forced to come back because oscar was tired of running the shop by himself and they were fucking up the business)

#anyway. enjoy the read if you wanna read the whole thing #this is one version!! so not set in stone #bpp #text #lore #there could very well be a version where they hook up first if lime at some point is pushed too far and breaks #either way the two events are very closely correlated so if one happens the other will also happen #the last paragraph is why theyre not allowed to be together until after everything is handled because lime would need her far too often

[crimson-lair]

I can't fight the temptation called Lady Pearl 😭

Also 👀👀 Deren x Lady Pearl? (+ daughter OwO)

AND LOOK LOOK! Angell is so cat coded 😩 (I can do the meow meow, she doesn't have to)

Criminal record:

A well-known job taker on the dark web, their skills honed to absolute perfection, they are able to come and go with ease even under environments with the tightest security. The subject never suffered a single defeat taking commissions from the dark web, but since the subject is aloof and mysterious, the number of commissions taken are currently uncertain as these orders are difficult to come across. However, in the eyes of the neighbours who are unaware of the truth, the subject is nothing but a quiet, unsociable, and mild-tempered homebody who doesn't go out often.

#zio's rambles #path to nowhere #ptn #im thirsting over Angell again 😔 #Lady Pearl 🛐

[retro-rezz-the-est]

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[shslskaterboy]

Hey bestie tell me more about that phantom theives band au👀

(^is enabling again)

Oh my god Al. My best friend Al. I have so many thoughts this is gonna be such an essay I hope you’re Fuckin ready

No seriously this got so long it's basically the bones of a fic, but uh, I'm kind obsessed with it so here we are

First of all, it’s an aged up non-metaverse au, so everyone is like 23~ give or take. Akira, Ann, Yusuke, Haru, Makoto and human Morgana all met in university, Ryuji is childhood friends with Ann, and Futaba met the rest of them through her adoptive brother Akira, and Akechi is the ex-boyfriend that no one ever talks about.

The band consists of singer/front man Akira who does the song writing. He was one of those child prodigy musicians who primarily played piano and violin, but taught himself guitar despite his parents aversion to his favourite genre (which is emo-punk bc it’s not a true James hc without some MCR influence.) The first beginnings of the band were him and Futaba as teenagers since she also played the keyboard, but the Phantoms would not be a realized dream until he met the rest of them in uni.

He meets Morgana and Ann first, the former who can play guitar, and the latter who knows absolutely everyone. When Akira floats the idea of wanting to form a band, Ann is more than happy to rally up her friends Makoto, Haru, and Mishima to fill the spots of bass, second guitar, and drums. Things actually come together very well at first, they start simple with practices and small shows at Crossroads (Akira works nights there and Lala-chan is very supportive of his endeavours) and eventually they start to be able to handle more complex songs. Haru becomes truly incredible at absolutely shredding, Makoto is the pinnacle of sexy bass-player coolness, and Akira is more confident than ever in his songwriting. They even end up commissioning their friend Yusuke to make posters and design a logo for them (he would've done it for free since he was hanging out anyways, but they insisted on compensating him properly)

Unfortunately there is one person who is not very confident, and Mishima ends up quitting the band because he’s worried he’ll weigh them down, leaving them with a rather open gaping hole to fill. The Phantoms have become fairly well established at this point and are pretty popular among the other university students, leaving Akira very worried about finding an adequate replacement- and none of the people they audition seem to be able to keep up.

Luckily, Ann knows a guy.

Akira is hesitant because this guy apparently has no experience playing in a band and is totally self taught, but Ann swears up and down that he’s really good and “please Kira just give him a chance, what’s the worst that can happen?” And so he eventually caves and agrees to have the guy try out, assuming that it will end up in failure just like all the others.

Enter Ryuji Sakamoto to the chat. He’s loud, he’s energetic, he’s covered in tattoos and piercings, he’s arguably obnoxious, and Akira doesn’t want to be impressed but he absolutely is. Ryuji surpasses all his expectations and it drives him fucking crazy because he shouldn’t be this good and yet. And Yet.

So he begrudgingly agrees to have Ryuji join them for their next practice, and decides to throw all of their most complicated songs at him. Make or break. Sink or swim. Either way he’s determined to push Ryuji hard until he cracks and crumbles under the pressure, ultimately proving Akira correct.

What he does not account for is Ryuji’s incredible stubbornness and determination, pushing him to outlast and out-perform each and every time without fail, even in the face of the rather tense relationship building between them.

Or at least Ryuji thinks it's tense, but Akira is starting to crumble himself, and although he is loathe to admit it, their new drummer is growing on him.

Of course in this au Akira is autistic (bc again it wouldn't be a James hc otherwise) and communication is not his strong suit, so he expresses himself in the only way he knows how, which is music. He writes the songs himself and is usually the one choosing which ones they're going to play, and the ones he picks become gradually more emotional and personal to him in hopes that Ryuji is paying attention.

The culmination of this being when Ryuji overhears Makoto questioning his song choices, saying "but don't you think the new guy..." and assumes (understandably so) that they're still questioning his abilities to keep up. He confronts Akira about it, only to be told "you know I write these all myself right? So listen and maybe you'll learn something."

Ryuji ends up feeling awfully foolish when the song ends up being about deeply personal struggles, but Akira doesn't hold it against him- instead inviting him out for ramen after practice so they can have a real conversation that doesn't involve them bitching at each other. He apologizes for being so standoffish, and explains the autism that went undiagnosed for so long, and the fact that his parents kicked him out when he was 16 because they found out he was gay- which is what lead to Sojiro adopting him.

In turn, Ryuji tells him about his father and the Kamoshida incident (resolved in a non-metaverse way obv) and a new understanding is formed between them, which eventually paves the way to a budding friendship. They bond over shared taste in music, video games, anime, the works, and the band becomes stronger than ever.

And it isn't long before group hangouts become one-on-one hangouts. They'll get takeout and go back to Ryuji's apartment to play games- Ryuji always drives and always makes a point of opening the door for Akira- and each time they'll stay together a little later, and linger a little longer in the car before saying goodbye.

The rest of the gang is understandably intrigued by this turn of events, especially since Akira hasn't seriously shown interest in anyone since his big breakup, but Ann The Matchmaker is confident that she can give them both the push they need to take the leap. Ryuji is skeptical about her insistence that he absolutely 100% does have a shot with Akira, meanwhile Akira has come to terms with his feelings for Ryuji but does not know how to express them, so he does what any reasonable person would do: get everyone to go drinking and dancing so he can have a very convenient excuse to get very close. He even remembers to put the snake bites in for this one

(spoiler alert, his plan absolutely works and he does not wake up in his own bed the next day)

And then things are good because of course they are. They're the sun and moon, adhd/autism, they balance each other out, they respect each other, they bring out the best in one another, and for the first time in over a year Akira feels totally at ease.

But of course we have to have an obligatory "oops we ran into your ex-boyfriend in public and now he knows you have a new boyfriend and is being weird about it" scene, where Akechi susses out their relationship and proceeds to be a massive bitch about it. Of course all of it is ire directed at Ryuji and his general appearance/demeanor, which doesn't really bother him because fuck it, he managed to get through high school and is okay now, why would he care what some pompous twink has to say about him? Akira on the other hand is not having it, and Ryuji has to interject before they can have a full-on argument in public.

This run-in prompts Akira to actually talk about his relationship with Akechi- something that he had never done before- and in doing so can finally come to terms with how much it really affected him, and gain some semblance of closure. (Perhaps I will talk about the Akechi relationship in a different post so that this one doesn't end up being 800 miles long)

In the end, this is all a very long and elaborate pegoryu story that I haven't really thought of a proper end for, and was entirely inspired by me listening to music whilst walking my dog and going "ough but imagine emo Akira" which became "imagine emo Akira singing." That coupled with the fact that Ryuji is the most drummer ever, and I found myself with a recipe for a delightful daydream that became so wild the more scenes I imagined and wrote in my head.

Maybe one day I'll try and turn this into something, or at least just a collection of scenes ranging from fluff to angst to, uh, other, if I'm feeling really crazy about it, but yeah, long story short I am absolutely buckwild insane about them and I think about this a lot

#hoo boy #this was a lot #you can see why it took me so long #if anyone wants more details I wouldn't mind sharing tho #but ya gotta ask first #also shuake divorce arc is sooo real to me #i have a lot of thoughts on that too #anyways #pegoryu #persona 5 #p5 #akira kurusu #ryuji sakamoto #ren amamiya #for posterity #skaterboy answers #and fuck it #skaterboy writes