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Good Boy Gone Bad | Lee Felix

chapter six

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“so how was it?”

the moment you step out of the classroom, your friends, chan, miyeon, and jisung immediately come to your side, curiosity and worry evident on their faces.

“so? were you able to answer?” you looked at them with a deadpan expression, but it didn’t last long when a wide grin spread around your face.

“of course i did! i answered that shit with confidence!” and that was all it took before they all crushed you into a hug, nearly suffocating you. you didn’t mind it as you were too overwhelmed with happiness at the fact that yes, you were able to answer the chemistry test with ease and yes, you can finally relax as you know for sure that you won’t fail this semester. you all pull away and as you start to wonder where somi and yeji are, jisung answers it for you.

“somi has a project with her partner so she couldn’t come and yeji hasn’t finished her exam yet.” you make an ‘aahh’ sound in acknowledgment to that before chan steps forward to ruffle your hair a bit to which you respond with a playful glare thrown at him.

“i’m so proud of you! i knew you could do it,” chan smiled warmly, and miyeon agreed with a warm smile of her own. although you were touched, you knew that wasn’t true. knowing chan, he was probably thinking of all the worst scenarios that could possibly happen, and you were right.

“don’t even lie chan hyung, you were literally sweating buckets while waiting for yn.” jisung scoffs, and chan sheepishly scratches the back of his head, still smiling despite being exposed. “ok fine so maybe i was a little worried.”

“it’s ok, i already knew even before you said anything.” you all laugh, and once the laughter dies down, jisung looks down at his watch and looks back up again.

“hey guys, i have to go, i still have an exam this morning and as much as i want to stay, i’d rather not face professor park’s wrath today.” jisung shudders, and thinking back to the time you’ve witnessed it yourself, you can’t help but sympathize for him.

“that’s alright jisung, we’ll just celebrate once everyone is together.” jisung gives you a hug one last time, but not before landing a sloppy kiss on the cheek to which you wipe with disgust. he laughs at your reaction and pulls away, waving goodbye to you.

“oh, and don’t forget to thank your lover boy!” and of course, since jisung is jisung, he will always find a way to embarrass you. chan just laughs at his antics while your face burns, perhaps because you like the nickname he gave for felix, but you don’t want to admit that just yet. when jisung is gone, miyeon takes both of your hands and excitedly shakes it while jumping up and down.

“i’m really so proud of you yn! i know you’ve been stressing out about this subject for so long even if you don’t show it, and i’m so happy your hard work has really paid off!” one thing about miyeon is that she will always be genuine in whatever she says, and it never fails to fill you with warmth just from her words alone, though you were still a bit shy at her compliments.

“thank you unnie, but it’s really not a big deal—“ miyeon shushes you with her pointer finger before putting both her hands on her hips.

“that’s nonsense, of course it’s a big deal! anything you achieve is a big deal because you are capable of great things.”

“miyeon is right yn, so don’t undermine your achievements. you deserve it.”

you start to feel emotional, and you burst.

“thank you guys, not just for this, but for everything for always being by my side despite my flaws.” when they both start to notice you getting teary eyed, miyeon comes to hug you, and chan rubs your back soothingly. this effectively calms you down before pulling away and wiping your tears.

you felt you were being a bit over dramatic, but you were having a rough week. people were still spreading false rumors about you, you were starting to get confused on whether or not you actually have feelings for felix, and on top that you were studying nonstop, with the latter being your tutor. so it’s safe to say your mind was a jumbled mess. thinking of felix, you now remembered you still had to thank him for helping you.

“hey, have you guys seen felix? i still have to thank him for helping me, even though he was technically forced to.” you chuckle, reminiscing back to the time where you caught him smoking in the back of the school. you never thought to ask him why he smokes, and you make a mental note to ask him that later.

“i saw him by the cafeteria earlier, he mentioned that he has an exam at nine so he’s probably just arrived.” chan says and you thank him. you give him and miyeon a hug goodbye before heading towards the cafeteria to find the freckled boy.

you spot his blonde hair immediately and dash towards him, surprising him as you practically throw yourself at him. he catches you quickly and giggles once you start thanking him repeatedly.

“seriously i can’t thank you enough! without you i probably would’ve bombed that test.”

“oh please you flatter me too much.” felix waves a hand at you and you shake your head in denial, but you don’t say anything.

“but if you really want to make it up to me, how about a date?” the moment the word ‘date’ leaves felix’s mouth, you freeze. a blush starts creeping up your cheeks and your eyes widen, and felix must’ve misunderstood your reaction for discomfort because he immediately retracts his comment.

“i mean not a date! like just a friendly hang out between you and me, you know?” you breathe a sigh of relief, however there is a small part of you that felt disappointed. you quickly dismiss that feeling, not wanting to dwell on that for too long, and you nod your head.

“sure, that sounds like a great idea. just text me the details and i’ll be there.”

“sure! i guess i’ll see you later.” you hum in agreement and you both awkwardly wave to each other before going separate ways. sighing, you wonder if you can make it through later without doing something stupid.

you were about to turn a corner when you suddenly bump into someone. “oh sorry, i wasn’t looking where i was—”

you stopped talking once you looked up. standing in front of you is the one and only jia, felix’s ex and your one-sided enemy. she raises an eyebrow at you and eyes you in irritation. behind her are three of who you assume are her minions, judging by the fact that they just follow jia around wherever she goes.

“and look who we have here, the little slut who can’t seem to keep her hands away from someone’s boyfriend.” jia crosses her arms, and you almost start to feel bad for her due to how delusional she was.

“well technically he’s not your boyfriend—”

“yunjin! did i tell you to talk?”

“sorry…” yunjin squeaks out and you pity the girl. having to stick with jia for so long must get tiring.

wonyoung steps in and flips her long hair, causing it to almost hit haewon who was next to her. you stifle a laugh, wondering how they even became friends with jia in the first place if they were this clumsy.

“what we’re trying to say is, can you please stop hanging out with felix? it’s literally so embarrassing for you.” wonyoung chimes in and both haewon and yunjin nod their heads in agreement.

“yeah cause felix is like super nice and stuff, and you're like—not.” jia glares at haewon who just shrugs sheepishly. you almost laugh at the poor attempt at being rude, but you hold back.

“ok look, i don’t want to fight. so can you please just leave me the fuck alone?” jia gapes at your bluntness, but quickly regains her composure as she clears her throat.

“i’ll leave you alone once you leave my lixie alone, you bitch! have you seriously not learned anything from last year?” rolling your eyes, you don’t find it in you to retort back, nor even feel hurt about her insults. you were just tired at this point and wanted to get this over with.

“fine, i’ll leave him alone. happy now?” she seems surprised by your lack of argument, but accepts it anyway as she scoffs at you.

“good, and if i see you with him again, this won’t be the last time you’ll be seeing me.” her threat does nothing to you as she along with wonyoung, haewon, and yunjin walk away from you. their heels clack and once they’re gone from view, you breathe a sigh of relief.

although you don’t want things to escalate any further with jia, you want to be selfish for once and follow your heart.

synopsis: felix gets caught smoking by you, the school’s regina george, and gets blackmailed to help you pass chemistry in exchange for keeping his secret.

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groovesnjams · 4 months

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"Red Wine Supernova" by Chappell Roan

MG:

There’s so much Shania Twain (I suppose, though if I’m being precise, I think there’s so much LeAnn Rimes on the Coyote Ugly soundtrack) in “Red Wine Supernova.” We’re in a boom period of re-examining, re-contextualizing, and re-appreciating late-90’s radio rock. It’s something Grooves N Jams never stopped doing; I remember where I was when I first listened to Third Eye Blind’s self-titled debut like it’s my own personal national tragedy. So it’s a bit surreal and, honestly, kind of deadening to bob on these waves a second time. I can feel us all, in this moment, careening toward Evanescence, Linkin Park, eventually Puddle of Mudd and Staind, and then the total death of radio for a second time. I think there’s a wont to put all of that on streaming and pirating, as though the medium itself was flawed and the music can be salvaged. The medium was flawed, but also, this sound was extremely easy to replicate and the imitators were often nothing more than fridge magnet poetry cloaked under a couple production tricks.

Anyway, I feel like Shania caught some short shrift during this period, so, unlike the general 90’s ennui I’m starting to feel, the resurrection of “You’re Still the One” via boygenius and “Man! I Feel Like a Woman” via Chappell Roan is still fresh and delightful. Shania could be playful and camp in a way that our often serious, humorless pop culture really, really misses. Perhaps I’m missing the point and part of the joy of her quasi-drag and over-performed yelps is to bop along and not overthink it, but I’m here to overthink it. There are plenty of artists who could fit themselves inside of “Red Wine Supernova” (Rina Sawayama tried it with “This Hell,” for example) but Chappell is comfortable with performing in way that feels slightly waylaid by our current era of always on branding and universal blandness. She’s using her voice, flexing it and manipulating it, a commanding tour de force woman and a goofy, confessional girl by turns. It’s a stage show, for sure, but after years and years of single facet performers (professional mope boys like Drake and The Weeknd or Ariana Grande’s mumbled “yuh” or Charli XCX’s irony pop) it’s a delight to see someone prowl around like she does, fully owning her character, imperfections and all. In that way, she’s taken what Shania did – her kick your feet up and laugh friendliness – and added a layer of vulnerability on top by not trying to strangle every last drop of productivity from her margins. It’s possible to dislike Chappell Roan and that’s what makes her so loveable.

DV:

If I was a teen in 2023 I would be basing my entire personality around Chappell Roan right now, to the annoyance of everyone around me. Like others on this list, she has a way of encapsulating an entire world and attitude inside a single song and making you a part of it whenever you listen; unlike those others, at its most inviting Chappell's world is centered around getting drunk and naked in the most ostentatious way possible. MG and I didn't catch Chappell's tour this year due to "fuck LiveNation" reasons, but you don't need to see it live to realize that "Red Wine Supernova" is made for crowdwork, full of call-and-response moments and subtle punchlines. I say subtle; I mean, "Want me to fuck you" is tucked halfway through a verse rather than in a more obvious spot like the chorus. But in Chappell Roan's hands, everything seems obvious, belying the skill it takes to take a lyric this packed with obnoxious theater kid energy and make it irresistibly charming. "Red Wine Supernova" wears itself on its sleeve and demands you do the same. It's a dialogue between Chappell and the listener as much as between her and the girl biting her neck.

#gnjsoty2k23 #chappell roan #red wine supernova #music

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friendfromdsmp · 11 months

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Is it only my impression, or in Miraculous Chat Noir is allowed to critizice Ladybug, but Ladybug is not allowed to criticize Chat Noir?

I completely agree and I think a big part of that comes down to the way the way the writers view Marinette and Adrien respectively; Marinette is supposed to learn a lesson in every episode and as she’s always been the one actively trying to advance the love square before the writers are ready for that, she has to fail often and make a lot of mistakes that are often played for comedy by the writers and the characters around her (before we’re suddenly told we’re now making fun of her trauma which is bad but I digress) whereas Adrien has always been considered by the writers to be ‘perfect’ and ‘he’s not flawed - the world is’, with even the characters in-universe referring to Adrien as ‘perfection personified’ and such

As a consequence, Marinette is often portrayed as in the wrong, even when the universe bends over backwards to make it so, whereas Adrien can’t be criticised and thus becomes a bit of a stagnant character because perfection doesn’t allow room to grow

I think that the LadyNoir dynamic does allow for playful criticism between the pair, granting us Ladybug banter such as “I’m not interested in your poetry, but I do find your foolishness incredibly powerful!”, “Because [the Ladybug Miraculous] requires a sense of responsibility~?”, “I had it under control *smacks Chat’s head* but thanks”, etc etc

But beyond the obviously playful banter that Chat returns in spades constantly, there’s definitely a theme of Chat Noir consistently mucking about in battle, often leading to either himself or someone else getting incapacitated or some other reckless and/or generally unhelpful issue caused, Ladybug getting annoyed at him and Chat giving some retort to poke fun at or pacify her rather than addressing the issue at hand. I mean, the start of Reflekdoll is a perfect example; Ladybug is calling Chat Noir out on pulling a prank in the middle of battle that almost caused her Lucky Charm to fail, with Chat Noir simply joking around and calling her no fun and a stick in the mud. I get that he’s not gonna be the most responsible and focused constantly, neither of them are, they’re fourteen. But there’s a difference between a quick pun while fighting and a prank on your partner while she’s already running on less than five minutes before she transforms back, trying to focus on a very serious problem and the prank being enough to put their entire mission in jeopardy. Play about and joke around all you want, we don’t care if you screw around on the job, but make sure you don’t actively work against said job while you do it!

And then afterwards the pair have a bit of a personality swap as well now that they swap Miraculous, with Adrien as Mister Bug being forced to step up since he now has the Miraculous that, in the nicest way possible, requires hard work and effort to use, whereas Marinette as Lady Noire is now freed from that burden and can use the comparatively simplistic power of just tapping whatever she wants to destroy and watching it happen, the most effort she has to put in with that is simply getting close enough to the desired object in order to touch it without touching anything else between activating her power and using it. So of course Mister Bug, used to slacking off and playing about, is a little overwhelmed in a situation where he’s the strategist rather than the support while Lady Noire, still a little annoyed by their earlier discussion, was happy to actively reverse the roles, taking time to play about and make quips at Mister Bug’s expense. Even making a joke that wearing the Black Cat suit/being in Chat’s role is “a lot lighter on the shoulders”, aka making a jab at Chat never having a sense of responsibility and thus the ‘weight being lifted off her shoulders’ now that she’s taking over his end of the load

The fan reactions to this episode were very telling; a lot of people were saying that Lady Noire was being rude and unhelpful and cruel to Mister Bug, which is hilarious since they actively, verbally clarified multiple times in the episode that both heroes were starting to act like each other now that the roles were reversed; Lady Noire was now “wearing the clown costume” and no longer a stick in the mud like Chat Noir complained about while Mister Bug “doesn’t have a sense of humour” and is no longer playing around and not taking things seriously mid-battle like Ladybug complained about

If they were simply acting like each other, why was Lady Noire considered rude and unhelpful for joking around mid-battle whereas Chat Noir is praised for being funny and keeping Ladybug from burning herself out by providing a supposed outlet to stress? If you complain about one, you have to complain about the other, especially since Lady Noire was still helping; she kept explaining how the Lucky Charm worked even when Mister Bug ignored her to prove he knew how to do this better than an experienced, specifically-selected wielder, she helped him think through the Lucky Charm by placing herself in Mister Bug’s shoes and attempting to adapt to his own thought process rather than hers, she repeatedly defended him from attacks while he was struggling to work out the mirror and yo-yo, etc. For all her sarcasm and salty quips, there was never a point where she left Mister Bug high and dry to fend for himself or sat by watching and flirting leisurely while he did all the work

I know I’ve focused a lot on Reflekdoll here since this is the most blatant example of the issue (being that Ladybug was in the right to criticise Chat for risking the fight over a prank while Mister Bug and some viewers criticising Lady Noire for being unhelpful was not only uncalled for but incorrect) but there are certainly many other examples I can think of in which MariBug is blamed for AdriChat’s actions or AdriChat criticises MariBug without good reason or MariBug is seen as rude or otherwise in the wrong for criticising AdriChat despite having legitimate grievances or not having all the info on a situation in which said info was impossible for her to know and/or actively kept from her. Season 4 is a goldmine for this but I know I always make incredibly long rambling posts so I’ll cut things short here, if the long ramble is what people are after feel free to ask for one

#I’m thinking all the times Chat quit but Ladybug was blamed #How she was blamed for a season-long conflict she didn’t even know was occurring #etc etc #ask #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug #ladybug #mlb #miraculous #ladynoir #lady noire #mister bug #Reflekdoll #writing

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I won't elaborate on my fancast for Leo it explains itself -Danny Words: 2,152 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Polaroid' -by Imagine Dragons

VII. Save Money on Valentine's Day, Become Unlovable

"What Luke told you back on the Princess Andromeda, about starting the world from scratch... that really got to you, huh?"

Annabeth makes a face. "My fatal flaw. That's what the Sirens showed me. My fatal flaw is hubris."

"That brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches?"

She sighs. "No, Seaweed Brain. That's hummus. Hubris is worse."

"What could be worse than hummus?"

"Hubris means deadly pride, Percy. Thinking you can do things better than anyone else... even the gods."

"You feel that way?"

Annabeth takes a moment before replying. "Don't you ever feel like, what if the world really is messed up? What if we could do it all over again from scratch? No more war. Nobody homeless. No more summer reading homework."

"I'm listening."

"I mean, the West represents a lot of the best things mankind ever did—that's why the fire is still burning. That's why Olympus is still around. But sometimes you just see the bad stuff, you know? And you start thinking the way Luke does: 'If I could tear this all down, I would do it better.' Don't you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?"

Percy and I look at each other. "Um... no," he admits. "Me running the world would kind of be a nightmare."

"I agree," Percy gives me a playful glare, but I add: "No, I mean, I don't have what it takes. Leaders have stone-cold hearts."

"Hubris isn't your fatal flaw, then."

"What is?" Percy asks with curiosity.

"I don't know, Percy, but every hero has one. If you don't find it and learn to control it... well, they don't call it 'fatal' for nothing."

I shiver at the thought of having a weak spot that could kill me, but what can be dangerous for a girl like me? As long as I stay out of everyone's way, my flaw has no reason to put me in danger.

When Leo says he wants to look for Festus, Ara decides to join him. It's obvious he doesn't want company, but she won't let him go alone, not when something's after them.

She's half expecting the walk to be awkward. However, Leo's asking so many questions now that it's just the two of them again that she gets comfortable rather quickly. It doesn't feel like she's talking with a stranger, which is weird, not even Percy felt this way so soon into knowing him.

"So, what's your deal, exactly?" He fidgets with a couple of screws. "What does it mean, being the daughter of Olympus?"

"That I protect Olympus."

Leo gives her a sideways glance. "Your job isn't to fight monsters and do quests, then? Is it something more important?"

"You got it backward," she sighs. "That's exactly my job. The gods hand me tasks directly, or used to before they shut down Olympus... I go on quests and lead their armies."

Ara almost sounds bored when she talks about it, but she's only trying to hide how anxious it makes her, to have all that control over her loved ones. She didn't want to boss around her friends, she wanted to be their dependable hero.

"What happens if you fail?" He asks, the screws in his hand are ignored for a moment.

"If I'm breathing and can move, I gotta keep going."

"But my question is what happens when you can't continue a quest?"

Ara stares at him blankly. "If I fail, it means I died, there is no other option. I may be called the daughter of Olympus but the gods are not my caretakers. It hasn't happened though, lucky me."

Leo's amusement quickly vanishes. "Man, so you could die if we fail this quest?"

"Yeah. But I agreed to this."

He hesitates. "You might be a little too insane for my liking, and that's saying a lot..."

"Maybe I am," she heaves a sigh. "But I did it so they would stop using my friends..."

"How old are you?" Leo frowns.

"Fourteen... and a half," she adds as an afterthought.

"What!" He raises his voice. "And you're a General? I don't even have a driver's license!"

"And that's such an impediment now that you're flying a dragon," she replies sarcastically. "Don't be dumb."

"If that's an order, General, I'll have to transgress it," he taunts her. It's crazy how quickly Leo can switch from being upset to acting all funny. "That's the one thing I do perfectly, don't take my dumbness away."

Ara sighs again, not sharing Leo's easy-going attitude. He tries again, he doesn't know why, but he likes listening to Ara's voice. It soothes him and makes his mind go slower. "So... why did the gods say yes? Why not choose someone older?"

Ara's brows knit together, she's heard this question many times before and knows that it makes sense, but it still annoys her. "I was the only one asking for it. Percy made his wish, and I still had mine, so I used it for this. The children of Olympus had been er... discontinued. I brought them back."

Leo tries to ask the following question without sounding rude, it's not coming easy. "So were you... powerful enough? Is that why they said yes?"

"I was good enough, yeah. It's a slow process, years and years of training. I convinced them 'cause I had a special set of skills."

Leo's hands are back to fidgeting. "What skills?"

Percy hides our ship behind a large rock wall, so in order to get to the top, we have to climb.

"Okay. Who first?"

They glance at me, of course they'd want me to go first, keeping an eye on the weakest link is the wise thing to do, but I'm not looking at them, I'm examining the wall.

"There's a path," I inform my friends.

"What?"

"You're hallucinating, Birdy..."

"No. Follow me."

Usually, when I insist there's something I can do, they let me try. I hold onto the nearest edge, and after that, I just keep going up. I stop only when I hear someone calling my name many feet below me. I look down to discover I don't have vertigo.

"Why aren't you coming up?" I frown. "It's safe!"

"You're moving too fast, we can't see where you're stepping!" Annabeth pants.

"I'm fast?" I look at my hands. "Cool!"

"You don't use the lava wall back in camp, do you?" Percy raises his voice so I can hear him.

"Silena doesn't let me, she thinks I'll get hurt!"

"Well, I think she has to reconsider!" He grunts.

Festus landed on a pile of portable toilets, and both teens stare at the mess in disgust.

"Talking 'bout good fortune, huh?"

"If we had one of those cranes here it'd be easier..." Leo looks around with a scowl.

"I can climb his back," Ara steps forward, then stops. "Maybe throw snow on it before we..."

"What?" Leo puts his hand on the dragon's surface, then he jumps back. "Oh, right—ouch," he says in a not-so-convincing tone. When he notices the way she's looking at him, he tries to make up an excuse. "I'm very sleep-deprived."

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Lying," she steps closer to him.

He smiles like he finds the conversation absurd. "Doll, I really got no—"

"You may think I'm an air-headed Barbie, but I can tell you're full of shit," Ara seizes his wrist. "I'm tired of you and Piper hiding things from me. Tell me what's your deal, or I'll lock you up in one of the squeezed-out toilets."

Leo complains loudly as Ara squeezes his wrist. "Okay, okay! Dang, you're stronger than you look!" He scoffs. "You have to promise not to freak out, alright?"

"You better be honest," she lets go of him. "Don't worry about me, I've seen a lot of weird stuff."

"Okay..." he rubs his wrist. "I... I make fire," Leo scowls at her. "Now's when you point fingers and call me bad names."

Ara stares at him, her gaze is calculating. "Nyssa told you their superstition, didn't she?"

"No, I just guessed I'm an omen of tragedy and bad fortune!" He replies sarcastically.

"So rough life for you too, huh?" She tilts her head, ignoring his defensive tone.

Leo nods once, still scowling. "Good ol' demigod life."

"Well, it's not the end of the world, and I would know that. I witnessed like, three of those," she tells him. "Can you make fire out of nothing?"

"Yes," he opens one palm and small orange flames envelop it. "But I don't do this trick at parties, y'know? For obvious reasons."

"Yeah, because you don't get invited," Ara reaches out. It is real fire. "It's okay. Chiron will know how to help you."

"You think he'll want to? Because I'll be honest here, I need the training."

"I'll do it if he doesn't. You won't get better if you don't practice, and I owe it to you," Ara stretches out her palm. "Deal?"

The fire dies on Leo's hand. He stares at her unblinkingly. "You sure? I can be really hard to handle."

"I'll manage," she decides to tease him into shaking her hand. "What, afraid of getting cooties?"

Leo smiles. "Afraid of passing them, actually, but if you insist..."

He reaches for her hand and shakes it.

Tyson invites me to help him build Percy and Annabeth's chariot and I'm happy to assist him. We work side by side, and Percy and Annabeth win the race.

"We couldn't have won this race or got the Fleece or saved Grover or anything! We owe our lives to our friends, to..." Annabeth pauses and looks at the Cyclops.

Percy catches my eye and his smile widens. "My baby brother and sister! Tyson and Ara!"

Before I know it, I'm being lifted on someone's shoulders and Tyson's holding my hand. When we reach the winner's platform and I'm placed between Percy and Tyson, I feel accepted unconditionally.

Percy reaches for my hand and squeezes, I make a promise that I'll treat him as my brother forever. "We should talk later," he says under his breath.

He has a strange glint of determination in his eyes. You know when someone says "later" but they mean "never"? Well, Percy isn't that type of person. Later meant fifteen minutes forward.

Chiron and him are waiting for me in the Big House, and Percy's holding a phone. "You have a call, Birdy."

"Did I do something?" I look at Chiron without understanding.

He points at the cell phone. "Don't keep them waiting."

"Hello?" I speak in a little frightened voice.

"Hi, Ara," my heart does a somersault, it's Sally Jackson.

"Hi!" I reply, too excited to even question why my friend's mom wants to talk to me. "Did Percy tell you about the rock wall? I'm the fastest climber!"

"I heard you helped Tyson build a chariot, too."

"I helped Percy sail a pirate ship too! And I used my Charmspeak with Polyphemus before he could rip off—" My friend shakes his head frantically, so I change the subject. "Why are you calling me?"

Sally takes a moment.

"Well... Percy and I talked..."

I glance at Percy. "Yeah? About what?"

"You liked staying with us during Christmas, didn't you?"

"Yeah! Can I go this year too?"

"How about staying the whole year?"

I'm sure I misheard that. "Sorry?"

"I've talked to Chiron, and he can help us with the paperwork to make it happen. Percy and I agree, having you around felt right."

"Wait, make what happen?" My heart's crawling up my throat.

"We want to adopt you, Ara."

"I-I'm not an orphan," My face is getting redder.

"We know."

"I told those things to Percy 'cause he asked, I wasn't trying to—I didn't use charmspeak!"

I'm embarrassed. I mean, when your friend hears your sob story and suddenly he's like "Suprise! I'm giving you this thing you told me you wished more than anything!" It kinda feels like he's just shutting you up. I didn't want it if it was out of pity.

"Ara," Percy intercedes. "We have more than enough to welcome a second regular-size kid into our home. Having Tyson around made us realize that."

"But I can't protect you like Tyson," I insist.

"We don't want that," Sally says. "Having you is enough."

They're asking me not only to stick around but also to use their name. Be part of their family forever.

I look at Chiron with hopeful eyes.

"Can I?"

Their bodies light up in a golden hue as soon as Leo holds her hand. Ara snatches her palm away in panic, looking at the boy as if he's got two heads.

"What?" Leo stares at her anxiously. "Did I burn you?"

"I'm fine!" She replies high-pitched. "Good talk! Let's—let's fix Festus now!" Ara turns to face the dragon so Leo can't see her blush.

Gods, if her friends could see her now... No. This is not happening. That was not golden.

"Dammit!" She kicks the snow.

Leo's climbing the dragon but he stops halfway. "What?"

"I'm having a moment, stay out of it!" She snaps.

The boy stares at her, half-amused and half-worried. "Why are the prettiest girls always so crazy..."

"Shut up!" Ara blushes even more.

She's dreamed about this moment for quite some time, but Leo's timing is downright inconvenient at this point, so denial it is. Ara isn't gonna make things easier. It will be the slowest slow-burn the Fates have ever had the misfortune to witness.

Next Chapter ->

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butter--peanut · 1 year

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I just finished reading Kamui Blues, and I loved how badass Sakura was in the fic! Would you please feed us more about Sakura & Shisui? Any head canons you have for their getting together?

Thanks anon! Ahh ShiSaku, I love them <3

I wrote a little 2k story about them post-KB which has some of my HCs about their pre-relationship. Beyond that, I don't have a set idea about what might happen, but here are some vague thoughts:

They're "just friends" for a long time, 4-6 years at least

Shisui is a bit of a playboy through that period. Sakura knows and doesn't mind

Sakura also has her playboy moments. Shisui tries his absolute best not to mind. The rest of his family relentlessly tease him for his jealousy

It's healthy for them to spend this time apart, and they both know it:

On Shisui's end, he needs to get used to being suddenly alive again and reckon with the power he used to have/no longer has. He forms that "no longer dead club" and it's helpful for everyone, even if most of the others want to murder Shisui for his annoying overly upbeat attitude.

On Sakura's end, it's very important for this to be a completely different experience to how she loved Sasuke. Rather than falling for him instantly, becoming infatuated, and having that influence her actions and damage her friendships, she wants to sink into love like into a warm bath, gently, enjoying the process.

And because Sakura was so damaged by her last experience of love, she needs to know wholly that she can trust the other person. She needs to trust that they will be a good person to her. And, just as important, she needs to trust that they will accept her with all her flaws (that feel much worse to her than to anyone else).

When Sakura finally decides that it's time, I like the idea of them finally getting together in a silly, playful way. Like, maybe Sakura invites Shisui out to a romantic day at a private onsen, but Shisui is still thinking that they're friends and misinterprets everything Sakura is saying or doing as being in the friendship context, and Sakura gets more and more frustrated and Shisui keeps worrying about what he's doing wrong so tries to overcompensate, being his most loud and annoying self, and eventually Sakura gets so frustrated that she ditches her plan entirely and grabs him by the yukata and kisses him.

And Shisui still somehow interprets this as a "how friends get friends to shut up" kiss

And Sakura says if she hadn't spent all those years getting to know him she would have instantly dumped him at that comment

finally he gets it, and the utter bliss at that revelation makes him dazed and dopey for the rest of the day

#bp answers #kamui blues #kamui blues spoilers #shisaku #huh this ended up longer than I thought #apparently I have many thoughts about them and why not they're so sweet together aarghggh

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kenergized · 2 months

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3, 5, 7,12, 20 for odetta :)

ODETTA.

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

SAVERIO AND SHE KNOWS ITTTT <3<3<3 STAY STRONG BABY GIRL. she is more generally easily manipulated but this is actually rarely a problem since she has an air of confidence that make ppl reluctant to test her. also alcohol LOL shes in the trenches

shes actually not even romantically interested in saverio and is really uncomfortable with any sort of sexual interest directed her way. shes a little... emotionally stunted? feels mean to put it that way. its not just being playful and childish because she can behave maturely but its like on a deeper level she has a hard time believing she is really an adult and "should" be striving after things like a romantic partner, a family, or even just some kind of vision for the future. shes like less aware of this but generally feels like shes always missing something other ppl have.

i think this is the only reason saverio actually likes her since she doesnt demand much except to spend time with him. hes rather lonely and shes almost always down to hang. lol.

her:

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

she has no sense of morality except what she thinks saverio would want in a person. x) so if saverio wants it he would get it. for her gaggle of children, she would do a lot for them too but is far less likely to risk her personal safety. as for her own wants... she wouldnt even know what they are

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

she was originally a serial killer and now thats only true on a technicality (multiple murders attributed to her but not really like a Thing she is known for). she was also saverio's fake wife, a concept i am not entirely sure i want to drop. maybe she can be the girl he is courting when he needs to get into a fancy party

Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

YES. she nearly killed herself for real when saverio left and that was the start of her serious alcohol problems but both of these got better when she got tied up in extrinsic responsibilities (the kids again) . shes still a drinker and generally unstable but shes no longer actually suicidal.

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

im laughing these questions are making her seem sooooo awful and terrible. yes tho. when shes jealous she gets homicidal and suicidal but not actually committed to this (AGAIN THIS IS WHY SAV HAS HAD LIKE THREE HITS THAT WERE IMMEDIATELY REDACTED). i think saverio expressing romantic interest in another person would break something in her real bad so lets hope she never learns about his stupid gay crush .

okay the thing with all these strong dramatic feelings im writing is they are very transient. she will feel this way and it consumes her whole being and her entire world but after a night or so they fade and shes okay again . she gets emotional easily but it really doesnt like dictate her as much as im making it seem, ESPECIALLY with sav no longer in her daily life. she is way better without him around :c it makes me sad to think about tho because there is alot of real love between them

#will you play toys with her?#morphogenesis

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wheelercore · 1 year

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Hello. Another wheeler post because they live in my head rent free.

I was looking up information on the effects of emotionally uninvolved parents (*cough cough* Ted and Karen) and I came across something very interesting. This website states that there are four very general types of emotionally unavailable parents. Two of which I think characterize Karen and Ted very well and explains Mike's behavior:

The driven parent (Karen)

The driven parent is in a constant state of perpetual motion trying to make everything and everyone conform to their standards. They’re prone to projecting and imprinting their belief system(s) onto others through advice-giving, and believing their way is the only way. They might appear to be supportive of success, but will try and push their own ideas as a way of trying to live vicariously through their child due to their own upbringing.

While it's not exactly 100% applicable to Karen, she does put a lot of pressure on Mike repeatedly throughout the seasons. She doesn't give him a safe environment to be honest about his feelings (despite her wanting to) because in other scenes we see she's nagging him/laying into him repeatedly. She grows, however, and encourages Nancy to do what she couldn't do when she was her age. She for the first time actually goes to Mike to hug him, rather than having him go to her. Karen most likely had pressures on her in life when she was young, as she mentions to Nancy, society will beat you down and the deliberate parallel is made between Nancy and Karen.

The passive parent (Ted)

This parent can be thought of as having an avoidant attachment style. They’ll try to side step confrontation at all costs and having to deal with unpleasant emotions. On the opposite side of the spectrum, they can be present in a playful sense. But when it comes to providing emotional support, they can withdraw and fail to hold space for their children’s issues. Passive parents are also prone to providing love to make themselves feel wanted and to fulfil their own emotional needs.

Again, not exactly one to one, but we see this in the way Ted treats each of his children. He entirely ignores Nancy and somewhat Mike, the oldests, but seems to dote on Holly? It's because Holly is still very young and doesn't require as much emotional support as Mike and Nancy do. Doting/cuddling with Holly makes him feel like a good father and fullfills his own emotional needs, but he is entirely avoidant of dealing with Mike and Nancy's emotional demands as struggling teenagers, and instead directs them to Karen who is already holding a lot on her plate emotionally.

How does this apply to Mike? Well Mike has a demanding driven parent and a withdrawn passive parent. He feels pressure to live up to his mother's demands/standards and also doesn't have the support of the other parent to counterbalance that. From both parents he feels like he is not good enough- not good enough for Karen because she's always pointing out his flaws and not good enough for Ted because his father would care about him otherwise.

Mike almost seems to want to try to avoid Karen, in the beginning of s4 we see her following him around the kitchen as he is seemingly annoyed by her, while Mike's sailor mouth in S3 could be seen has him trying to get attention from Ted, as the only way he seems to get attention from him is to use bad language.

Also one more interesting thing I noticed- they make it point to state that Nancy used to be available to Mike when Mike was eight and Nancy was most likely around 11- 12. It seems to me that the Wheelers have an emotional vulnerability issue, manifesting in them ignoring each other much of the time. We see Ted is somewhat present with Holly, whos 6-ish in s4 and when Mike was 12 in s1 Ted is already becoming emotionally unavailable to him. It could be that when Nancy was 12, Ted began to become distant from her and as a result she began to do the same with Mike.

#mike wheeler #karen wheeler #ted wheeler #nancy wheeler #byler #<- bc bylers get me

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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omg can you do domestic sfw and nsfw for otome 😳💖

Otome with fem! s/o General HC

yes yes of course I can!!! σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

femreader, fluff, gift giving, just wholesome stuff;; also oral (receiving+giving), fingering (receiving+giving), pegging (receiving+giving);;

SFW:

-Actually a very gentle lover. The way she treats you like royalty makes you forget about your difference in statuses as sometimes it feels like you're her goddess, her everything.

-Due to her busy working schedule, you don't get that many dates in cafes or parks. Also, Otome doesn't want to sound paranoid yet the fact that she's Prime Minister also matters, and she's worried someone from the opposition would try to make benefits from information that you're her lover and maybe even hurt you.

-But! I'm sure that inside Chuoku they have some well developed infrastructure, with some shopping centers or restaurants where only women work.

-And sometimes, when she gets a small piece of free time she would treat you to dinner in some expensive place. Some calm, elegant night with live classical music in the background is just what Otome needs, as she doesn't really like any loud wild activities like clubs or something.

-Yet small dates in her house are also very appreciated, and sometimes peaceful evenings with you in her arms as you two sit together on a couch help her relax after a rough day more than anything. And your soft lips are the best sedative to her tired soul, as she keeps teasing you with small kisses.

-Cause actually Otome loves to feel you. During work hours, she's a cold and emotionless Prime Minister, who has no time for any games, yet inside her house she's once again your caring lover.

-Mostly prefer soft and gentle touches, not wild or passionate ones, as in her mindset calm care shows the full depths of sincere love rather than something quick and aggressive..

-"Come closer, my darling.." - she whispers in some playful tone, taking your hand in her, caressing your skin with such delicateness. As always, not that talkative, yet the look of her gray eyes tells you more than any words can even.

-Also, she just loves spoiling you a little, as seeing your blushing surprising face is always so amusing. Of course in her vision the most valuable gift she can make for you it's her free time, yet she still doesn't mind to please you sometimes with some presents.

-Waking up just to see a small yet elegant and beautiful bouquet with her handwriting in a postcard is actually heartwarming.. Or wearing new jewelry that she chooses herself just for you always makes your stomach tingle.

-But she doesn't want you to take this relationship as something with only monetary gain or to feel like a kept woman. Otome sees you as an equal to her partner and always reminds you about that, wishing to see you as strong and confident as she is.

-So if you're timid and insecure, she would slowly teach you to love yourself more, pointing at your good sides and traits. Of course she loves you the way you are, actually adoring your shyness a little, and doesn't want you to think she found you weak or not worthy, yet she just wants you to see yourself in the right light, without criticizing small flaws and also without any vanity.

-"Always remember that there's strength inside you.." - Otome whispers in an unwontedly serious yet still so soft tone before leaning closer to kiss your forehead. - "And no one can take it from you, understand? Only you can light this world with your own, unique inner fire.."

-Yet despite her love to see you getting more unhesitating and tough, teasing you and making you blush is still one of her favorite things to do.

-You always thought that someone so collected and imperious as your lover wouldn't be like that, as she always shows herself as someone serious and resolute outside and soft and warm inside, when there's another side, a playful and devilish one. And, actually her magisterial vibe and skill in hiding her emotions help her to play small games with you.

-Just how can she say something so sweet and flirty with such a stoic face?! There's no way you can control this blush on your cheeks, as your whole face gets reader. The way you look away, giggling awkwardly from her tickling touches, amuse Otome very much, as she can't help but tease you a little bit more, keeping a straight face as it seems her coolness confuses you even more. Only slight twitches of corners of her lips show how much she's enjoying it.

-But this just means that she opens for you fully, not hiding any parts of her range of emotions and inner thoughts. For her, finally being happy in relationships and actually feeling sincere, mutual love is something unfamiliar, and Otome is willing to keep you closer to explore the whole depth of this new feeling of true love.

NSFW:

-Otome prefers to keep not only her personal life inside the house, but also her intimate moments with you only in the bedroom, as she's not a fan of something risky.

-So zero games in her office or on the streets, yet she doesn't mind if sometimes your gentle make out sessions on the couch in the living room turn into something more steady and you end up pleasuring each other right here. But her favorite place is still the bedroom.

-You can fight me as long as you want, but I only can see her as a soft gentle dom or powerful bottom.

-As was mentioned before, for her it's more important to provide you both with some delightful, fulfilling pleasure, than making some hot mess in bed. It's not mean she's not passionate, Otome just loves to show it in a more calm yet dominating assertive way.

-If we talk about oral, she doesn't really love poses where you both can please each other at the same time, favors some classical things, when you both get down by turns, as it provides more careful intimate attention from both sides.

-Especially when you help your lover relax tensed muscles after a long workday. Expect Otome to lead you with her hand on your hairs, as she pulls your face closer or further from her thighs. Even if you decided to be a dom today, she's expecting you to be a serving one, obediently doing what she's asked for.

-Yet slowly, through time, Otome gets less strict, letting you be more active and pleasing her as you want. You even would be blessed with some low gasps as even she can't control her voice when your tongue stroking her folds so well.

-She's not loud in bed yet when you start sucking her clit like that, massaging with fingers sweet spot deep inside her, this quiet whispers turns into more vocal moans, and you do understand why Otome don't let you enjoy this shameless sounds of her too much - cause it's easily to get addicted.. Her voice is so celestial, so mesmerizing, almost hypnotized you to sit between her thighs for hours, sucking and licking her again and again, luring more trembling whimpers from her chest.

-And when it's her turn to lay her dear girlfriend down on bed and please with her mouth.. It's an experience on another level, as there's nothing that makes you feel better than her tongue, as you lose yourself underneath her every time.

-Fast thrusts of her skilled fingers resisting pressure of your clenching walls, making you lose the last pieces of clear minds. And this pushy, relentless lick of her hot tongue on your clit just makes it unbearable to control neither your body nor voice, as you can't do anything more than call her name again and again.

-Otome doesn't mind some pegging after that, as now you prepared so well and she wants to hear more of your whines, cause when you call her in such high pitched tone, she do feel wave of arousal comes from her chest right to her core, tickling her insides.

-Making you feel so good is truly very amusing for your lover, as she can't stop admiring your twitching brows, drops of tears in your cheeks shining like small diamonds.. And your arms grabbing her waist so desperately as she slowly sinks in you with a strapon, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

-Not only sweet nothings, but some praises too, as Otome can't help but want to compliment you a little. Just a few words, as always, yet her great skill of playing in undertones drives you crazy, as she changes her voice just a little bit yet makes it sound absolutely different, so possessive, so loving and mind shattering..

-And vice versa for when you are the one to make her cum, stretching her walls as you kiss her temple slowly - shower her with some worship, as Otome actually really loves that. When you tickle her ear with such loving whispers about how magnificent, how imperious she looks, what an awe you feel in front of her body.. It strokes her ego, making her wrap her thighs around your hips as she clenches more and more.

-Her stamina is pretty low so she prefers to make everything slow and passionate, to prolong you both with more pleasure. So of course she expects you to be very tender with her, sending shivers down her spine with deep, gentle thrusts..

-Not a fan of overstimulation, as a few rounds would simply be enough for her, as Otome still wants to have some time for aftercare.

-She's pro in it, always helps clean you up and provides you with some cuddles and kisses as you both lay together, discussing how good it was and what you want to try next time. Of course she's also always preparing some cold water and snacks before the session, not only for aftercare but maybe for some breaks during sex too, if one of you suddenly feels too overwhelmed.

-Cause your and her comfort is the main thing, after all, and Otome knows you and your body very well, and knows how to please you outside and inside the bedroom, both during sex and after..

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #party of words x reader #party of words #otome tohoten x reader #otome tohoten #otome x reader #hypmic Otome #hypnosis mic Otome #otome tohoten smut

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helluvalittlesblog · 10 days

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Give me something to hold onto Chapter 2:

Little!Owl! 🦉🪄🔮✨️

Chapter 2:

Stolas and Blitzø's friendship was rather awkward at first, very little in common, and only one day of history they can really relate to one another.

They started meeting with each other once a month for the exchange, Stolas would often invite Blitzø in for tea, and out of pure guilt, he'd say yes.

He felt bad, Stolas had no friends! And honestly Blitzø didn't have anything better to do, so...

And though it was awkward at first, the more they interacted, the more he started to see that they did have a lot more in common than they had originally thought.

"So, your daughter is a hellhound?" Stolas asks him.

Blitzø chuckles awkwardly. "Yup, I couldn't be prouder of her, she's so talented and she secretly has a lot of heart, but don't tell her I said that, she'd probably kill me."

"Daughters are wonders." Stolas says, and Blitzø can't disagree. "My daughter is a bit angsty too, but like loona has a heart of gold. Though it seems she shows it a bit more than Loona."

Blitzø and Stolas both laugh at that. "Did I tell you she bit me after I gifted her spiders for her adoption anniversary?" Blitzø asks. "It was infected, but it's fine now."

"Why would you gift your daughter spiders?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø laughs. "I don't know, she's angsty and dark, I thought she'd like it!"

Stolas laughs, too. "You are certainly something else, Blitzø."

The two of them became closer once they started discussing life beyond only parenthood. They talked about work, shows they watch (mostly Blitzø talking about my little pony for hours,) and sometimes psychological things.

Stolas found Blitzø's brutal honesty refreshing. He was honest and didn't try to suck up to the prince, but told him everything he was thinking, even if it was rude or vulgar.

But he was never cruel like Stella was. Everything he said was more random or even playful banter, never meant to be taken as an insult.

They found their relationship worked a lot better with the back and forth teasing. They were both so good at it!

They also shared their passions with each other...

Sure, Blitzø liked horses...a lot and Stolas loved plants more than any normal person could comprehend, regardless, they still listened to the intense ramblings of the other, and that made them both feel special to each other.

Today however...their relationship was going to change a lot more.

~~~Blitzø & Stolas: Present~~~

Blitzø scaled the palace walls, book in mouth in order to climb up to return it to Stolas.

"There you are. Where in hell have you been?" Stolas asks once he reaches the top.

Blitzø falls face first onto the floor, spitting out the book. "You know it's not exactly easy climbing up here all the time!" Blitzø complains.

"I know, I'm- I'm sorry." Stolas says, helping him up, taking the grimoire and setting it aside. "I just can't let my staff see you, you know Stella can't know about us." He says.

"Right, but- why is that exactly? It's not like we're fucking or anything." Blitzø says. "We're just hanging out."

"I know, I just..." Stolas sighs. "She just wouldn't understand alright?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø sighs and shrugs. "Alright, yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."

"It's fine." Stolas says. "I'd just rather not discuss Stella at the moment. I'd rather try and relax for once." He says.

Blitzø bit down a comment about him being a prince, he gets to rest whenever he wants, why was he always so stressed out? "Alright. Yeah, whatever." Blitzø says.

Stolas and Blitzø pause awkwardly before Stolas suddenly smiles at him. "Want to see what I got?"

Blitzø smiles at him. "What is it?"

"I'll show you, wait here." He instructs, excitedly leaving the room.

Blitzø does as asked and waits in the room, but he never said he'd sit still!

He walked around the room. He admired the decorating, The photos on the wall...

The place was just so...big and perfect! He couldn't help but look for a fatal flaw, something has to be wrong with it.

Then something caught his eye.

He opened the closet and something small and plastic rolled out of it.

Is that-?

Stolas walks back into the room holding a book which he drops when he sees what Blitzø has.

"Stolas?" Blitzø asks, holding up a pacifier he found on the floor. "What's this?"

"Blitzø...I can explain!" Stolas says. "I only use it to re- I mean de-stress! It's not- I just- it's nothing-"

Blitzø looks at it, then back at Stolas. "So you're a...?"

Stolas interrupts. "I understand if you think I'm weird or if you want to leave. I swear it's nothing inappropriate!" He says. "I just- anxiety- and-?"

"It's not weird, Stolas!" Blitzø says defensively. "It's...it's..." Blitzø sighs. "It's fine. It's normal, okay? Calm the fuck down, christ on a stick." He mumbles.

Stolas's eyebrows furrow, not sure if he believes Blitzø, he felt humiliated, Blitzø was sure to hate him. How can anyone see what he does as normal?

Blitzø sighs. "I promise it's okay. I know about regression."

"You do?" Stolas asks in surprised.

Blitzø nods. "Yeah I've... known some regressors," He explains.

Stolas smiles, and sits down on the bed, his hand on his chest relieved. "So...you understand!

I've never met anyone who has actually heard of it before!" Stolas hoot's happily. "Oh Blitzø, perhaps- perhaps you could keep me company while I'm little!"

Blitzø rubs the back of his neck. "Uhh, well-"

"I feel so lonely in headspace sometimes, and I just want some company. You don't have to do anything! I just- I trust you. And I think I could feel safe with you when I'm little as well." Stolas explains.

Blitzø's eyes widened. Someone trusted him? But why?

Stolas's face changed expressions, looking nervous now, like he made a mistake. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you'd be comfortable-"

"...We can do that." Blitzø says seriously interested in the idea.

Stolas looks at him with surprise. "What?"

Blitzø smiles. "We can...hang out when you're regressed. I actually don't mind."

Stolas smiles. "Really?"

Blitzø nods. "Yeah. It could be fun." He says.

Stolas hugged Blitzø without much warning. "Oh, Blitzy! Thank you!"

"Don't call me that." Blitzø tells him.

Stolas chuckles. "This is going to be fun! I promise I'm very well behaved." Stolas says.

Blitzø chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure you are."

'That's what they all say.' He thought to himself.

"You're-" Stolas blushes. "Thank you, Blitzø." Stolas says.

Blitzø looks away from Stolas awkwardly. "Uh, yeah. You're welcome."

"You're a very good friend." Stolas tells him.

....

No, he's not.

"Thanks, Stols." He says.

#little!Stolas #age regressor Stolas #helluva boss age regression #helluva boss agere #helluvalittles #helluvalittlesau

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darksynkka · 25 days

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saw this on @rissi-chan’s blog and thought it might be fun

Pre-Tadpole Screenshots

vanilla screenshot because my mods have been causing my game to crash lately

BASICS

Full name: Anirin (just Anirin. He hasn’t gone by his full name in decades and even if he did, his surname is lost to him now)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Background: Haunted One

Class: Lightning Sorcerer/Tempest Cleric (respecced to Bard in Act 3)

OTHER

Birthplace: I’m pretty sure he was “born” in Baldur’s Gate. He at the very least spent the earliest years of his life there

Profession: Assassin turned Adventurer

Phobias: Claustrophobia, he developed a fear of tight spaces after being trapped in the mind flayer pod for God-only-knows how long

Guilty pleasures: Anirin loves good food (especially strawberry cake). Gortash introduced him to the finer things in life, like real food instead of the flesh of his victims. The first thing he made him try was strawberry cake. Post-tadpole, strawberry cake gives him a sense of warmth and nostalgia that he doesn't understand.

Hobbies: practicing music, brewing potions (he’s the alchemist of the group), drinking wine with Shadowheart and cooking (though he’s disastrously awful at it)

MORALS

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Sins: I’m assuming this is referring to character flaws

amnesia aside, he has very poor memory (brain damage will do that to a guy) and kinda needs the quest log

high-strung and can be kind of bossy when under stress

prideful

Virtues:

genuinely a good leader

extremely loyal to his allies and always looks after them (even the ones he doesn’t especially like)

very caring and tender-hearted

willing to face his past misdeeds head on instead of running away from them

THIS OR THAT

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Anirin x Gale

Acceptable Ships: Anirin x Gortash (Gort is literally his ex so 🤷‍♀️)

OT3: Anirin x Gale x Gortash (I’m not going to pretend that he hasn’t fantasized about being in the middle of a Gale/Gortash sandwich)

Brotp: Anirin x Shadowheart

Notp: Anirin x The Emperor, the tentacles just don’t do it for me

BACKSTORY:

His backstory pre-tadpole is still a bit of a WIP, but he was raised by a pair of dwarves in his early childhood. He had two foster siblings; his sister Anya who was a year younger than him, and his infant brother (haven’t thought of a name yet).

His family was quite poor and lived near the docks in Baldur’s Gate. His father was a fisherman and his mother used to be an adventurer. It was from her that Anirin and Anya learned to read. When Anirin’s sorcery manifested itself at the age of six, Anya began to study her mother’s old spell scrolls so that they could do magic together. Anya was on her way to becoming a novice wizard.

Anirin was a curious and playful child who rather liked helping his father fish until the Urge made itself known at the age of ten. He was too afraid to tell his parents because they were barely scrapping by as it was and with a new baby to take care of, there’s no way they’d be able to afford a cleric. Anya was the only one he told. She did her best to help her brother by finding rats and birds for him to kill. Just a couple of months later, Anirin awoke in the middle of the night to find that he had slaughtered his whole family, even the baby.

I haven’t fully decided what happened to him after that but he lived on the streets for a while and he was around twenty when he started rebuilding his Father’s cult.

tagging @envergortitwindow, @tadpole-apocalypse, and anyone else who thinks this might be fun

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #oc stuff #oc: anirin #durge #dark urge #the dark urge

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1, 14, 40, B, G, H?

Hi! Thanks for the ask! Let's do this with Jane, shall we? What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Oh jeez, it really depends on the objective. If she's being asked to hurry up and wait? It is PURE TORTURE lol, or if she's just being idle-- she'll find something else to do within ten minutes of having to be still. But there are certain instances where Jane really can be incredibly patient, and that's when the most necessary aspect of what she's meant to be doing, is to wait. If she's waiting for someone to wake up in a medical wing? She can sit and wait. If she's waiting for someone to return from an important mission? She can sit and wait. She won't like it- but she will do it.

14.What animal do they fear most? Oh, Jane is a fuckin' weirdo who experiences fear as a form of excitement lol- so even if she were to be afraid of a specific creature, she'd probably touch it or mess with it and be just as fascinated as she is afraid. That being said, after being a warrior who has gone to combat in a variety of dangerous, animal filled terrains, the creatures that would freak her out the most would be big, huge bugs. She's got sort of the same philosophy I have in real life lmao- any bug is fine if she sees it before it touches her, but if it's really big it's still pretty scary and she'll wanna mess with it lol. Has this gotten her in some trouble before? Absolutely.

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws? Admittedly Jane is pretty prideful. It can be kind of difficult to sit her down and tell her that how she does stuff or some decision she'd made is not a good thing. This is partially due to her pride, but also because she considers herself to be a more thoughtful person-- she's always got a reason for her decisions, there's not as much impulsivity as people would think. Someone who moves so fast to make a decision would seem, to most anyone, like someone who knee-jerks their way through life, but she's critical and quick on her feet, so pointing out a flaw in her thinking can and usually does end up resulting in a debate and her being petty about being questioned. She can take the L though, she just needs time to process and adjust her mindset.

What inspired you to create them? LOL no joke? Jane is a love-child of two existing characters in fiction, one being Pacific Rim's Mako Mori, the other being Utena's Wakaba Shinohara. She was originally made for a Monsterhearts game as a side character that literally was meant to simply be The Best Girl, brave, smart, sassy, a true friend-- needless to say Harrow and I absolutely love her, so she became a more prominent figure in game AND in our writing. It was a total fluke how Jane and Zephrinus Pact ended up being so compatible, but it's the best fluke ever honestly.

What trait do you admire most? Oh, that she's so joyful. Jane in all of the AUs we've put her in very rarely stays down when she's been kicked and while we've had scenarios where she's really caught up in her grief, or in guilt, or in a feeling of helplessness, it never lasts. She's so funny and playful and not necessarily optimistic, just confident and determined to be capable. She enables herself to be hopeful and joyous by being capable enough to face adversity head on rather than being blindly optimistic towards positive outcomes. She's also, as she's supposed to be an always is, a very, very good friend, the sort of friend I aspire to be for those I love even though I live in a world with much more mundane circumstances lol.

#thanks for the ask!#ask game #Jane

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alcinadimitrescuwu · 3 years

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You Sent for Me, My Lady? (An Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)

Part 2

Warning: NSFW

You are just biting into the edge of your toast when you hear a bell ring. You instinctively look up, as do all the servants in the dining hall, wondering what next task would be sent for them. You see the bell under the plaque denoting the Countess’s Chambers ring insistently. You sigh. You had rather hoped you would be able to finish your breakfast before dressing the Lady for the day, but she was on a rather tight schedule. “Well, that’s me, I suppose,” you say to your fellow servants as you wipe the corner of your mouth of any leftover crumbs. “I’ll be off then.”

As you climb back up the stairs to the door that separates the servants quarters from the main hall, your cheeks flood with color as you recall the events from the night before. You had just finished brushing Alcina’s hair for the evening, the customary 100 strokes before bed. As you replaced the silver-back brush in front of the mirror, you happened to catch Alcina’s reflection.

Even after countless nights of dressing her and undressing her as her Lady’s Maid, her beauty still struck you as soundly as it did the first time you met her. Fathomless golden eyes framed by long lashes stared back at you from the looking glass. Her lips were deep crimson, laugh lines like accent marks dotting the corner of her lips. Up close you could see the flaws in her foundation, cracks lining her alabaster skin, moving up into her hairline and down the swell of her full breasts.

Alcina had caught you staring. Her eyebrow quirked up and she gave you an amused smile. “See anything you like, dear?” she teased.

You felt your face grow hot. “P-please pardon my rudeness, your Ladyship,” you sputtered. “I didn’t mean to stare. Is- is there anything else I can help you with, my Lady?”

“No.” She turned from the mirror to face you and you blushed further at the intensity of her expression. She gave you a considering look. “But perhaps,” she purred as she moved the hem of her nightown to expose her gartered leg. “There is something I can help you with, pet.” She took your small hand in her larger one and set it against her thigh.

Suddenly Alcina had swept you in her arms and you were in her lap, your legs straddling her wide hips. Your face was cupped between her hands and she was kissing you fiercely, her fingers weaving themselves in your hair, knocking it out of its tight bun. Your cap fell off and rolled under the vanity, forgotten. Alcina took a couple strands of your hair, now loose and falling past your shoulders and inhaled deeply. “What lovely hair you have, my dear,” Alcina said, twirling a loose lock between her fingers. “Such a shame you have to keep it hidden while working, but needs must, I suppose.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were not used to such compliments coming from your Lady. You hardly stammered out a thank you before Alcina’s mouth was on yours again, her lips moving hungrily against yours. She took off one hand that was holding the side of your head and glided it up your skirt. She caught your bottom lip in between her fangs, and you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as she worked to unhook your garter. You felt your core heaten up in anticipation.

She shifted you around so you were facing the mirror. You started as you saw your reflection for the first time since being in Alcina’s arms. Your hair was disheveled, your kiss-swollen lips were smeared all over with Lady Dimitrescu’s lipstick, and your face was flushed bright red. She began kissing the sensitive nape of your neck and you felt a pleasant shiver go up your spine. “Would- would you not rather take this to bed, my Lady?” you stammered.

“Actually, I would rather stay here if you don’t mind, pet,” Alcina purred. “I rather like the view it affords us.” She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around your neck and began undoing the buttons of your collar, bending her dark head to kiss each new spot she uncovered. Before long, your neck and upper chest were covered with lipstick stains and hickeys. You could feel her nipples harden through the thin material of her nightgown as she saw your arousal dripping down your leg.

Alcina moved her hand down the front of your open dress to cup your breast. As she stroked her finger around your areola, you felt your nipples harden at the stimulation. You leant your head back against her ample bosom and were hardly able to suppress the sigh that escaped your lips. She caught your expression of bliss in the mirror and flashed you a manic grin before slipping two of her fingers into your core.

You gasped as her fingers started to move rhythmically inside you. Your hips began to rise and fall in Alcina’s lap as you rode her fingers. You caught a glimpse of your reflection and your hair was plastered to your forehead with sweat. You’d bitten your lip and blood had started running from the corner of your mouth. You started to feel self-conscious and began to turn away.

Alcina turned your face back to the mirror, gently but firmly. “No need to be bashful, pet,” Alcina said, quickening the pace of her fingers. “I want you to see your expression when I make you experience le petites mortes.”

Your hips bucked as Alcina quickened her pace. They could hardly keep up with the movements of her fingers. You could feel your orgasm building. “Your-your Ladyship, please!” you cried out as Alcina grabbed a fistful of your hair and held you close to the mirror. “Please! I’m so close!”

“Now, Y/N,” Alcina chuckled as she stroked your sweaty cheek. “I think the time for formalities has passed, don’t you? Say my name.”

“L-Lady Alcina!”

“No.” She moved her head closer and you felt her breath hot on your neck as she hissed in your ear, her curls tickling your cheeks. “Say my true name or I will not let you cum.”

“Alcina!”

“Again,” she said, pressing another lingering kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Alcina!”

“Louder, pet!”

You threw back your head against Aclina’s chest, crying out her name as you felt the release of your orgasm. Your climax spilled onto Alcina’s hands and into the lap of her nightgown. Exhausted, you settled back against her, breathing hard, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your climax.

She pressed a kiss to the top of your curls and tucked your head underneath her chin. “Did you like that, my pet?’ Alcina purred.

You nodded soundlessly and glanced down at her soiled nightgown. “Er-sorry about the mess, my Lady.”

Alcina chuckled at that. “Never mind, darling, it’ll wash out. Now you’d better get back downstairs before Mrs. Fischer misses you.”

You couldn’t help but feel a stab of disappointment at not being asked to stay, but what else did you expect? Alcina helped you stand up and she took out a handkerchief and tenderly wiped any traces of her lipstick off your face and chest. She glanced down at the love bites trailing down your neck and into your dress front. “Nothing we can do about those for now, I’m afraid,” she said, flashing you an apologetic smile. “They should fade in time. It’ll be so dark now, no one will notice. Now off you go.”

You nodded again and with a brief curtsy left Alcina’s bedchambers.

Now heading back in the same direction this morning you feel your heart pounding at the thought of seeing her again. You couldn’t sleep at all the previous night because every time you closed your eyes you felt her lips hot against yours and her fingers filling your walls. You ached for her to touch you again.

You open the door and you see her in her slip sitting before the mirror applying her lipstick. She sees your reflection in the mirror and smiles. “Ah, Y/N! Come in. I’m almost ready for you.” She finishes putting on the last of her lipstick and she turns to face you. You’re struck by her staggering height and the thin material of her slip barely conceals the muscles in her powerful thighs. The slip is at a lower cut than her normal day dress, so more of her décolletage is on display.

She gives you a look. “Y/N? My dress, if you please?”

“Yes! Sorry Mistress!” You wrap her dress hanging on the armoire around your arm and pull over your stool to help her step into it. As you help her dress, you try to catch her eye looking for any sign, any remnant of last night, but none appears. Again, nothing unusual. It’s not like this is the first time Lady Dimitrescu has had a dalliance with a maiden. She’s had so many over the years it must be hard to keep track. It was one night of pure ecstasy, but it’s over now. It seems Alcina has already moved on.

After you attach the pin to her hat, your work is finished. She stands up and inspects her reflection in the mirror, looking at her magnificent body from different angles. “Thank you, Y/N, that should be all for now.”

“Very well, my Lady.” You give her a brief curtsy and turn to leave but she catches you from behind and wraps her strong arms around you. Her oleander and rose perfume is overwhelming. She must have just applied it before you came in. “Come back to my room tonight,” she growls in your ear, nipping it lightly with the tip of her fangs. “I gave you some assistance last night and tonight I’m rather curious to see what you can do to return the favor.”

You blush scarlet and nod your assent. “Good!” Alcina kisses the tip of your ear and gives you a playful swat on the behind. “Now off you go!”

You practically skip down the hallway as you head back down to the dining hall to finish your breakfast. You don’t know how you will be able to focus on your tasks for the rest of the day now. You simply can’t wait for tonight.

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 village #re8 fanfiction #lady dimitrescu fanfic #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina x maiden #lady dimitrescu x female reader #lady dimitrescu x maiden #alcina x female reader

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elise-jupiterstyle · 3 years

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this is a very cynical bomb that i’m about to drop with absolutely no context but they really did just fetishize rio to gain viewership without actually ever giving a shit about his value as a character, and i’ve gotten myself into a bit of a spiral stewing about it.

tw: my opinions again

like i didn’t want to think about my favorite show so negatively before it ended so i tried to steer clear of any posts that discussed it for the sake of my own enjoyment but after how short the finale season fell from my expectations, it’s hard not to be pissed off. because ever since they had beth shoot rio in season two i’ve been waiting for them to reconcile such a gruesome choice by developing the characters further, their relationships, their knowledge of themselves, but it just didn’t happen. beth never took accountability for the shooting, rio never took accountability for kidnapping and pressuring her, and dean never took accountability for his infidelity or faking cancer, which were the three main points of conflict that the writers should’ve focused on resolving before ever even thinking of introducing new conflicts.

i’m not saying i wanted rio to forgive beth, or that i wanted beth to forgive dean, or that i wanted any of these resolutions to happen immediately after their conflicts took place. and sure, you could say that beth’s character compartmentalizes and that beth and rio aren’t good communicators and didn’t have a strong bond of trust to begin with so it wouldn’t be in character for them to discuss what happened, but that’s where character growth is supposed to come in! you’re supposed to write characters with these flaws so that they have a better version of themselves to work towards that is slowly developed as they encounter each conflict. they’re not meant to make them into worse people until the show is entirely unbearable to watch because all of that old resentment and tension is just rotting away beneath the rug it’s been swept under.

it’s not a creative choice to have characters directly create conflict and then never address it again while they move onto the next big thing -- it’s lazy writing, and it makes it crystal clear that they were written in solely to shock the viewers and create tension between the characters, not to cultivate growth, and that is very frustrating when you have a group of characters whose inherent morality is constantly insisted upon.

what’s especially frustrating about this is that it not only means there is a lack of depth to all the characters, but there’s a lack of value to the ones that the writers did not favor. based on the season one storyline that culminated in rio shooting dean and letting beth live -- essentially getting even with her in a way that didn’t involve killing off the protagonist, even though that would’ve been the most likely course of action based on the consequences that other disposable characters suffered (i.e. eddie) -- it’s my belief that the writers didn’t expect to keep rio on the show past season one (honestly, it kind of feels like they didn’t even expect to get another season, based on how messy the storyline felt as the seasons progressed), and therefore didn’t value rio’s character the way the audience came to by season two.

when i say the writers didn’t (and honestly, i still think they don’t -- not in the same way they value the girls, dean, stan, or even fucking boomer) value him, i mean they didn’t see him as being worth the effort of giving a character arc, a background story, personal relationships, etc. they threw in marcus at the start of season two to be like “he’s a dad! that means he has depth!” and then never really touched on it again. there was like, one other scene with marcus that i can remember, and then he, too, was sidelined until they needed to humanize rio again after he got shot. all of the other kids -- the bolands, sarah, harry, and ben -- are regularly featured because they are a driving component of the women’s motivation to survive and succeed. with rio, his kid is only used to relate him back to the women, to make him seem human for a moment, but marcus’s real value as a character lies in how he makes beth feel as she grieves rio, not how he contributes to rio’s behavior, motivation, and overall character.

and yes, i know that rio is technically a side character, that the children of the protagonists are going to have more development, but if they actually wanted to add depth to rio’s character through the facet of parenthood, they would’ve shown more than one interaction with him after he spent supposed months away from him without a word. that kid would’ve been traumatized by that, and seeing rio’s reaction to his kid mourning his disappearance would’ve provided a much more real and interesting angle than them all smiling and happy, like we’ve seen in every other scene with him and marcus. it would’ve showed that the writers care about rio’s pain, about how his absence affected those he loves, but to be blunt, they don’t. they showed beth grieving him when she shot him, but we didn’t see him recovering from that traumatic event. they didn’t even care enough about him to give him fake scars, for christ’s sake.

everything that happened to rio throughout the show was either done to further the other women’s development or appease the viewers, and they made zero effort to hide that. they walked his characterization backwards so many times (him threatening beth’s family when it had been insinuated thus far that that was the only line he wouldn’t cross; him touching her and making suggestive advances on her in exchange for bail money when she was clearly uncomfortable; him returning all of her stuff and happily accepting her as his superior when there was no development in their relationship to suggest he’d forgiven her or would be receptive to her having power over him) and almost every single instance of them using him to promote the show exploited his outward appearance and the fact that so many viewers have fetishized him as this “exotic” bad boy without any regard for how minimizing and insulting that marketing tactic is.

looking through their instagram, i saw no other instance of an actor’s picture being posted next to a bunch of thirsty tweets or captioned as being “another reason to watch good girls.” it’s fetishization disguised as playful, well-intentioned endorsement, but if they were really referring to rio’s character rather than his appearance as a reason to watch the show, we wouldn’t be seeing his face on nearly every episode promo and highlight with him only occupying about five minutes of screen time every 50-minute episode.

there’s not really a neat bow-tie conclusion to this, but what i’m getting at is that the writers wanted it both ways. they wanted the viewership and fan engagement that manny’s character garnered, but they didn’t value him enough to give him the screen time and characterization that he deserved. this resulted in all of the revelations that were made about his character -- his son, rhea, his dynamic with turner, his backstory, his hobby, his grandma, nick -- feeling pretty underwhelming because they were never touched on again. they were there because they had to give us something, but they weren’t important enough to the writers to be expanded upon, to be used for personal growth or connecting with the other characters. i think that’s why it felt like such a hollow victory -- we got exactly what we wanted in theory, but there the foundation of it all was too weak for it to feel truly meaningful.

we wanted rio to be acknowledged and written as a permanent fixture on the show, but instead the rest of the characters were hell-bent on getting rid of him and his primary aspect of redemption was what he meant to beth, not what he meant to the show. even in the finale when she finally came to the realization that she won’t ever be able to give up crime, rio’s role in contributing to her self-actualization was passed over by a character who has been in seven episodes, and i think that really spoke for itself the loudest in terms of how much the writers truly valued him.

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The Empress Pt.VI

I hope you all have a lovely day🖤🖤

Warnings: light hint to sexual innuendo, Swearing

Its been about a couple of months now since we found Tommy. The palace was up in a baby craze due to the new little prince they inherited. Once we got past the first couple week's of tommy living with us, we saw his true nature. He was a nice and sweet kid, don't get me wrong. But oh, he was also a trouble maker.

Tommy would often bounce between hanging around Wilbur, Techno, Phil and even you. When you would be working at the forge Tommy would sometimes just slip in unannounced and make himself comfortable on a spare stack of metal. You'd only really notice him when he would ask you what something was, or what it did.

That was the new update as well. After returning Techno had requested that you practice making earrings. Saying that he wanted to see how dainty you could work. Of course you didn't mind, back at your village you would often make rings, pendants, and sometimes earrings for those who asked. So making him a earring was no fuss at all.

Techno did start to wonder around to the forge often. usually seeing what you were making or what you were in the process of. Sometimes he would even make off hand comments to make you laugh. Your favorite visit’s from him were always when he would bring tommy. The two would walk in, Tommy holding Techno’s finger as his hand was a little too big for the young boy to fully grasp.

Since you were a familiar face around the palace Techno had stopped wearing his Skull. Instead replacing it with his all to familiar golden reading glasses. You still stood by the ideal that you preferred him with no skull. Since he was, to you, very handsome. You did find out later that the skull he wore was for outsiders. He didn't feel the need to show his face to those who wouldn't be present very long in the empire. Choosing instead to leave them with the impression that he was a monster of a man, rather than a young prince with a heart of gold. When you say he had a heart of gold, you meant it.

Recently techno has really opened up around you, becoming more relaxed in your presence. Phil had mentioned that it would only be a matter of time before he did, and sure enough he was right. If you didn't have anything to do with the forge that day you would sometimes read within his office well he worked. He never made tones of disagreement, or ask that you leave, instead he would just watch you sit before offering a ‘Hello’. It had become something that you often looked forward too.

You and Wil were still thick as thieves. Techno would rag on Wil about how you two could sit and talk for hours, before declaring that you were bored with each other. Only for you two to part then reconcile in the library a hour later. Techno couldn't understand it, but in the end just accepted it for what it was.

You had just finished cleaning up the forge for the night when you herd some light pitter patter of feet. Tommy. You slowly turned to face him. He was in his night wear, obviously he had just gotten out of bed. he looked distraught however. “What’s up bud?” you asked, putting the tongs and the spare metal away. He slightly shifted in his spot, his little teddy bear behind him.

“I had a nightmare” he quietly mumbled. your eyes softened. Ever since you three found him he would have a recurring nightmare about ‘loosing my new family’ as tommy put it. Usually when he had this dream he would seek Techno, or you out for his comfort. Since you two were mostly together when he would look.

“Want me to read to you?” you asked, kneeling down to his level. His bright blue eyes dancing about. He gave a little nod. he put his arms out for you to carry him. you shyly smiled at him.

“buddy I'm a bit dirty...” You said softly, unsure if he was ok with getting dirty right before bed. He only shook his head and said ‘I don't mind’ as a response. So you gently took him into your arms as you stood. He didn't hesitate to curl into your neck. you glanced back at the room that held the forge, you mentally shrugged figuring the rest could wait until tomorrow. With Tommy in your arms you wondered out, heading for his room. On the way there Techno crossed path’s with you.

“Oh (y/n)” he said as he looked from you to tommy. he furrowed his brows, asking what was wrong without physically saying it. You mouthed out that it was a nightmare, Techno slowly nodded understanding. He rested is hand on tommy’s head giving a reassuring rub to it. “Not havin’ such a good night big man?” he asked gently. Tommy turned his head to look at Techno, slowly shaking his head. Techno pondered a moment as he watched tommy. slowly he gained a idea. “You wanna hear somthin’ cool?” he said with a small smile. tommy nodded in response, gripping to your shirt.

“Can (y/n) come?” Tommy asked quietly, watching Techno's kind eyes. Techno patted Tommy’s head before he nodded.

“Yeah I mean, I guess she can come. Only if you deem her cool enough that is” Techno mused, glancing to your eyes. you raised a brow in question, watching Techno bite back a playful smile. Tommy nodded again. “You think she’s cool enough?” Techno asked Tommy, having him confirm his nod. “Yeah I think she’s cool enough too” He said, ruffling your hair before he walked off. queuing you to fallow him. You smiled and fixed your hair before fallowing him. Instead of leading you towards Tommy’s room, he lead you two to the Library. “Go sit on the couch over there” Techno said, pointing to the sofa closest to the fire. You nodded and wondered over, curious of what Techno had planned.

when you sat, you adjusted tommy so he sat in your lap. he pulled his bear close to his chest, hugging it tightly well the two of you waited for Techno. Luckily he didn't take long. When he returned, he had a Violin in hand. He was casually tuning it well he walked. You tiled your head curiously at him. “I didn't know you played” you said to him. He sent a bemused smile to you. taking a relaxed stance.

“Trust me Princess... There's a lot you don't know about me” He waisted no time on starting a soft tune. Well Tommy eased into you, slowly becoming entranced with the peaceful notes, you became more interested in how he swayed to the light swing of his arms. His hands ever so delate as he held the bow, dancing it along the strings. working the instrument to cry out a melody ever so sweet. His face was that of concentration, focused on finding the proper notes to lull his younger sibling to sleep. This was just another reason why you found Technoblade so interesting. He could talk politics and war strategies so easily, sounding like a primed veteran well past his years. But then he could retire to the library and look like a young boy falling in love with the craft he just found.

Well Techno played away, his eyes fell to you. Tommy had fallen asleep in your arms, finding security within them. His teddy bear tightly locked within his own arms. When he glanced up to you he almost had the breath knocked from his lungs. You sat so beautifully. Your eyes were ever so soft well watching him. You looked at him like he was the most important thing you had ever seen. Your face held a little bit of dirt, and ash from the hard work you did for the day, but he didn't mind. He actually preferred it. Too many times had the Court tried to set him up with a prim, and proper woman. One that was elegant, clean, pure, dainty. But He didn't want that. He wanted strong, hands calloused, smudged makeup, sweat dripping, imperfect, but yet somehow at the same time, perfect. He wanted flaw. He wasn't perfect, he had scars, he wasn't the most handsome boy, he was often classified as too bulky, and too tall. He also couldn't be held back with someone who wanted him, to pamper and please. He wanted someone who would treat him as a equal, who praised his knowledge on war instead of shunning it. Someone who embraced the flaws of the world, and turned them into works of art. His eyes wondered back over you, you had moved your head down to check on tommy. Your fingers delicately tracing over Tommy's cheek. Brushing the curls from his face.

You looked back up to techno as he came to a stop. “That was beautiful... Why didn't you tell me you played?” you asked softly. Being mindful of the toddler asleep in your arms. Techno slowly lowered the Violin to the couch.

“I didn't think it was that important to bring up” He said, returning the soft tone. Well he sat the instrument down his eyes met yours. You couldn't help but feel drawn to his eyes, they looked like beautiful glass, the fire’s reflection dancing within, making his eyes dance lively. “If you would like to talk more we should take him to bed first” he said, his eyes flickering to Tommy. You nodded slowly.

“Right, of course.”

After Techno and you had put Tommy to bed it was well into the night. Most of the servants and palace guards had retired to their beds, making way for the changing of the guards. Techno and you weren't really feeling the effects of sleep yet. Rather the two of you wanted to stay within each others company longer. Techno had walked you you to the garden, having snatched two blankets from the library before wondering out into the cold. Techno, having no where to be ended up taking his hair out from his braid. replacing it with a lower pony tail, giving his hair a moment of freedom from it’s confinement.

The garden was beautiful. They couldn't grow flowers of course, but there were elegant sculptures that replaced them. in the middle of the whole garden was a artesian well fountain. although long frozen when the two of you passed by you could hear the water running within the ice. It was peaceful to walk with Techno. It was rare when the two of you would make late night walks. Usually you would take them during the day, or after dinner. But nothing past 10 o’clock mostly.

“So what’s something else I should know about you?” You inquired to him. He smiled to himself before turning to you.

“Are you really going to start school yard type questions with me?” He teased. You smiled and lightly laughed. He was smiling at you, admiring how you looked when you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah I guess I am. You going to answer them?” You couldn't help but tease back. He chuckled and hummed.

“Mmn. Maybe” he said bemused.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked, now aiming for the most basic questions just to make him laugh in turn. He leaned onto the railing that over looked the kingdom, pondering a moment.

“Red’s a nice color, Or Plum Purple” He said looking at you. Taking a moment to ask you a question in turn. “Besides the forge what do you like to do?” You sat and thought a moment.

“I like to read, Action and Romance are a lot of fun” you mused, earning a laugh from him.

“Romance eh? Waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet? Lamee” he said jokingly. You laughed and took a swat at his chest.

“Oh hush up, I bet you’d like someone to sweep you off your feet Techno” You said, your eyes scanning the horizon. He sat and thought on your words a moment.

“Eh not particularly. Only lame nerds think of that” He said, turning, heading back for the garden door’s. you scoffed and laughed a bit.

“Jerk” you said between laughs. You were going to fallow, but then you had a wicked idea. You scooped up some snow in your hand and bit your lip trying to muffle your laugh. once you had a decent snowball you threw it at him. Bullseye. You had nailed him in the back of the head. He went still, You were a giggling mess now.

“Oh, your in for it now Princess” He said, smirking has he turned. Running after you, his blanket long discarded as he ran to grab you. You squealed out laughing, running from him, discarding your blanket too. You didn't get far before he hooked his arm around your torso, pulling you into his chest well you flapped about like a fish. “Your gonna’ be pullin’ snow out of your shirt for a week when I'm done with ya’!” he said Laughing. Picking snow up before putting it on your head. Some of it even went down your shirt. You flopped about, laughing the whole time until he dropped you into the snow bank. He laughed at you and how you were practically buried within the snow. This only fueled your fire. you threw two more snowball’s the first one missed, but the second one he grabbed out of mid air. You tried to free yourself from the snow bank before he came over to you, but it was no use. he climbed into the bank and shoved the snow down the back of your shirt. But this time you caught him off guard. You grabbed his arm and pulled. setting him off balance so he fell into the snow. Now it was your turn to laugh. tossing more snow onto him. It didn't take him long to recover of course, he simply rolled and grabbed your arms. Pinning them down to the snow. His body hovered over yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His face was that of pure joy, the long stoic look gone. he was at his happiest with you right now. He looked down at you, smiles adorning both of your faces. You two were happy. Happy with the moment, you just wanted it to last as long as it could. Well you two looked into each other’s eyes everything else lost meaning.

Without you two realizing, Phil watched above from one of the windows. He was smiling fondly at the little snowball war you just had. whether Techno had realized it yet or not, Phil did. Techno cared for you. Phil saw how he looked at you. During dinners, Lunches, casual talks, or even when the two of you hung out together. Techno looked at you with pure love and adoration. Phil knew if anyone was capable of wining Techno’s love it was going to be you. You were a hard worker, You cared for Techno’s brothers, got along well with all the servants, were mindful and respective of Techno's space, you also had enough spunk to rise up and toss back the teasing he threw. Phil knew this was the beginning of a love story.

After your snowball fight with techno the two of you did end up going back inside rather quickly. Well Techno may have not been cold, you were definitely cold after all that. You could feel the snow melting on your back, the drops of water running down your skin. But that didn't stop Techno from walking beside you. The two of you walked side by side, your arms around each other to share the warmth. The lingering giggles were etched onto your faces in wide smiles.

“I didn't hurt you at all, right?” Techno asked, double checking incase he was too rough. You shook your head smiling. Drawing your side of the blanket- that was wrapped around you both- closer to preserve the upcoming heat.

“Nah, I coulda’ have taken ya’ if you had stayed above me more” Techno laughed fondly. Amused with your spurt of spunk.

“Oh really now? You think you could take me?” This was now your turn to giggle. purposefully running into his side, shoving him lightly.

“Mmn.. I think I could have found a way” You said looking up towards your room. You had offered to walk techno to his room, but he declined. He said he would feel better if ‘The lady was at her room safely’. You didn't mind, you figured next time you would walk him to his room in turn to make it even, maybe fire back with ‘I must make sure the young prince is safe’.

He chuckled bemused. “If you really have that much spunk maybe I should teach you sword play, or maybe something more military related. you tilted your head up to him curiously.

“You would teach me something?” You asked, semi surprised, but also heart warmed that he would take time aside for you.

“Of course, Princess. I’ll teach you anything you want” He looked down to you as he spoke. He was smiling gently. His tone was fond as he addressed you. “Now don't think I’ll go easy on you though”

“Oh, I didn't think you would” You said, resting your hand on the door handle, opening it. “Would you wanna come in and warm up a bit?” You inquired, looking up to him. He went a faint pink before biting back a shit eating grin.

“Princess... Young men shouldn't be within young ladies chambers during such late hours... Unless, your trying to bed me?” He leaned on your door way. Biting back the largest grin. “Are you trying to bed me, Princess? I knew you had gotten some spunk but I never thought-” You laughed as he teased, going a bit red. trying to wave it off.

“No- No, you know what I mean-” He laughed and cut you off.

“Oh no, I know exactly what you mean” You smiled leaning on your door, looking up at him.

“Are you done?” You asked giggling. He hummed, his face towards yours as he shifted a little closer.

“Maybe” He said amused. “Go get some sleep, and warm up. I'm going to teach you sword play tomorrow” Your eyes lit up. Taking in a small gasp of excitement.

“Are you really?” You asked almost unsure that he was still teasing.

“I mean, Only if that interests you...” He said, his eyes lingering yours. You nodded fast and hugged him without much thought. Techno couldn't help the blood that ran to his face. He lightly cleared his throat as he rested his arms on you. A bit hesitant at first, but he slowly relaxed into your hold. Now understanding why Tommy liked to hug you a lot.

“Thank you...” You mumbled into his chest.

You swore if techno knocked you off your feet one more time you were going to find a way to shove his pretty head in the snow.

Techno was a monster- in the sense of strength. You thought when fighting him, it would be a mutual teaching before he actually started going ham on you. But no, he literary just started striking with no hesitation. Only when he had your swords in a lock did you voice your lag.

"Tech, please can we ease up?" You pleadded. He only watched you briefly. His inner General having come out a while ago.

"Your strong. You can take it" he said sharply. Earning a whine from you. You weren't strong. You didn't do this on a daily. You only made the swords. But he was pushing you. Pushing your strength, and your nerves for one.

"Techno I'm not strong, I- I've never done this-" he grabbed your sword and threw it away from you. Putting his own away. He grabbed your arm and pulled it to him. Pushing your sleeves up.

"Flex your arm." He commanded. You hesitated, looking up at him. "Don't look at me like that. I said flex your arm" you slowly did as he said. Drawing your fist, and flexing your arm. He grabbed your bicep and squeezed a bit. "Notice how hard it is?" You nodded slowly. A slight sting from where he squeezed. "That's pure muscle. You are stronger than you realize. If you convince yourself that you are weak or that you cannot do this, then that's what will become of you" he paused his eyes flashing to yours. "I understand that you are no warrior, but you have strength. As soon as you stop telling yourself that you are weak, you will make progress." He pulled your sleeve down, fixing it for you. "Rome wasn't built over night, Princess. It took time, planning, care, and had to show promise. When I look at you, I see great promise."

When he released your arm you walked over to pick your sword up. Techno readying his stance again. However, before you could break into another spar Phil had wondered out.

"Ay' Techno you have a letter on your desk. You may want to read it" Phil said with a bit of concern. Techno dropped his stance his brow furrowing. He gave a 'Heh?' In confusion. He glanced to you and to Phil.

“Can it wait a bit? I'm in the middle of teaching” Phil shook his head slowly. Techno paused as he thought a bit. "If I go, could you teach (y/n) a bit more? She feel's I'm too strong for her." He mused. His military side slowly fading away for his more domestic side.

"I suppose so." Phil said with a gentle smile. Techno gathered his things and ruffled your hair before leaving. Phil turned his attention towards you. "What has he showed you?" Phil inquired, walking over to you.

"Nothing besides showing me the ground.. seriously my back hurts.." you whined. Phil chuckled lightly at you.

"I should have known. Here I'll teach you some basic's" Before long Phil had you doing simple moves and stances. Things he felt would be easy for you to ace. After a while you got a bit curious.

"Why does techno think I can pick this up so easy? He fights so hard" You questioned. Looking over to Phil. He hummed a moment well he pondered.

"I uh, think that he just wants you to be able to defend yourself. He knows your strong, and besides. He thinks pretty highly of you, y'know'" you went a bit wide eyed. Techno thinks highly of you?

You looked to Phil with a bit of shock on your face. "He does?" He nodded, Smiling gently. Phil gently took the sword from your hands and hung it on the wall with the others.

Since you within the training hall, there was a plethora of weapons and armor of all kinds. The room was large, made for incasing many people. But the detail never faltered. The floor was of stone, pillars lining the outside to support a second floor. The ceiling was framed with gold, dark oak and a smooth white to open the room up more. It was a good place to spar and just ramble off thoughts.

"Oh, of course. He's said it multiple times to me. That's why he was fine with you coming with us to the mansion. Don't think that he hasn't been paying attention to you on the daily." Phil said looking up to you.

"He watches me?" You furrowed your brow slightly. Phil saw and continued.

"Not in the creepy way. He just takes notes of things you do, say you like, ect. He knows your kind with tommy, that you are very organized with your work. Your very detail oriented. He's become quite smitten with you" Phil chuckled. Finding it all amusing.

You were taken aback by this. You thought you two had a good friendship, but it looks like he's paid a lot of attention to you after all. It started to dawn on you. 'I don't really know much about him' you thought to yourself. Sure you knew his mom passed, his favorite color. But you never really dove into his personal life much beyond that. Maybe it was time you got to know him more. "If I wanted to know more about him... could I ask him?" You asked, looking up at Phil. He patted your head and started walking with you towards the hall.

"Of course. Something tells me he wouldn't turn you away." Phil said, biting a smile back. He remembered you two last night playing within the snow. He knew Techno would never turn you away, he was in love with you, even if techno wasn't aware of it.

After dinner you wondered towards Techno's office. You wanted to talk to him, get to know him better. You know he was powerful and kind, but you wanted to know more. What was his ambitions? His hopes, fears. You just wanted more.

When you walked up to the doors you carefully knocked, hearing talking within. When you herd the 'come in' you pushed the doors open. Techno was sat in his chair per usual, he had his reading glasses on with papers on his desk. When you entered he complied them together neatly. Setting them aside for later. However there was also a rather tall woman. she was beautiful, dripping with total control. Her hand was rested on her sword. When she turned to face you. You saw Her face, It was hard but something told you their was more too her. Her skin looked like it was kissed by the sun himself. She looked like she wasn't from here, but the way she dressed herself in armor told you elsewise.

"Hello (y/n)" techno said. The woman glanced to Techno and back to you. She offered a kind smile. "This is General Hawthorne, she's my leading General of the Empires army. I don't believe you two have met before" He said formally. Not having the tone he normally used with you.

She offered her hand. "Its nice to finally meet you (y/n). His Imperial Majesty said we would have a new Blacksmith. But I never expected someone as young as you" Her smile was warm. When you took her hand to shake it you were shocked with the grip she had. Under her glove you could feel some rings digging into your hand. "Don't worry about addressing me as Hawthorne. Seraphina is fine, or Sarah" you nodded smiling to return hers. Wanting her to drop your hand, her grip a tad to much.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, too" you said looking up to her. She turned back to Techno, taking a scroll from his desk.

"I'll see you there then sire" Sarah said, smiling before she walked out. You watched her go, your eyes lingering on the door as you thought. Turning back to Techno.

Techno took his reading glasses off and set them aside on his desk. Leaning back in his chair. When he looked up at you his eyes softened, his tone also becoming casual. "What do you think about weddings?".

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my world is changed and it’s cradled by the comfort that is you.

ೃ pairing: (third year! katsuki bakugo x third year! fem reader)

ೃ warnings: cursing c/o of katsuki bakugo

ೃ genre: fluff overload and bakugo tryna comfort you in the most “katsuki bakugo” way possible

ೃ word count: 1,189 words

ೃ my ongoing bakugo x reader smau and my writing masterlist (if you want to see more from me! c:)

ೃ this is very very self-indulgent. channeling your frustrations and turning it into some good ol fluff is the best remedy. i am very proud to say that i had so so much fun writing this. hope you enjoy reading it too!!

ೃ song inspo: home by reese lansangan

ೃ After receiving a quarterly report on the status of your hero internships and as a 3rd year student of UA Academy, your day is ruined as soon as you began to read it’s contents. Your explosive boyfriend does not want to see you like this. But how can he possibly cheer you up?

You weren't feeling well.

Not in a "Oh no I'm sick! I'm going to be bedridden the entire day!" It was more of a "I hate everything about myself and half of UA Academy's Third Years seems to think so, too".

It was torture for Katsuki Bakugo to see his girlfriend like this, who only actually got up to go to the bathroom and even then she looked absolutely sad. Not even acknowledging her classmates who she passed by all the way to the bathrooms. Katsuki knew he had to get (Y/N) out of bed and do something fun and enlightening or something to make her feel a little bit better...

That's the problem though. He has no idea how to. With how he tends to act most of the time; (aka his explosive and hot-headed antics for a lack of a better word) trying to be a soft and comforting boyfriend was a foreign concept to him.

But... he had to find a way.

This is for your sake after all. He doesn't want to see you looking like this again. Rather, this is the first time he's seen you look like you're drowning in endless sorrow and... it was not a happy sight.

Your sunny and bubbly disposition in contrast to his rough and proud nature, was one of the many reasons why he fell for you in the first place. (A point he has yet to admit to his family and friends but he's getting there) You were the sun to his moon, and the sky was your love. An excerpt from the poem you dedicated to him for your 1st year anniversary. He found it cheesy as hell but it had a special place in his heart. No one had ever done something like that for him after all.

Bakugo knocks on the door of your dorm room before walking in, frowning and scrunching his nose at the sight of his girlfriend sulking and wrapped around her blanket in a style of a blanket-burrito.

"Hey." You jump a little in your little burrito and your lips don't even quirk at seeing your spiky haired boyfriend. Which is unusual because as far as Bakugo is aware, you show him your most brightest smile and say your most loving words whenever you see him enter your room.

"Hi." You mumble slipping in further, burying your face on your pillow. Katsuki sighs and sits next to you on the bed. He moves some strands of hair from your eyes and pouts. You glance at him and huff, eyes still red though your lips are quirking up. "Don't pout and get mad at me Suki-kun. You know how much that makes me weak. I'm not really in the mood to argue with you."

Katsuki scoffs in a rather playful and affectionate way as he lays on top of you making you squeal. "Katsuki! I can't breathe! Please!" You giggle, your face turning beet red. Your thoughts battling each other as you don't know whether or not to savor the moment or to go back to your sad thoughts. "Not until you stop sulking like a fucking weirdo." You wriggle around and manage to get your arms free so you could shove him off lightly. "I am really not in the mood Suki. I mean it." You say giggling still. Bakugo continues to give you an unimpressed look, his brows furrowing, as he pecks your cheek.

"You okay? On a scale of 1 to 10 how much do you feel like shit?" He says in a rather more gentle and polite manner this time. You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. "Could be better. I feel like shit times infinity." Bakugo grunts, as he hesitantly interlaces your fingers together. You shiver at the touch of his hand with yours. Your cold fingers interlacing with the heat emanating from his. It felt weird yet comforting.

"What the hell happened? If this is because of either Monoma or Mineta again, I'm going to beat them to a fucking pulp-" You shake your head rapidly, pulling away to grab a copy of the Third year student rankings and then placing it on Katsuki's lap, lying back down and sighing loudly.

Katsuki looks at the paper you had placed on his hands, and sees a stupid remark about your hero internships. Saying something along the lines of you and your quirk not being good enough, especially during battle-oriented situations. Another critique went far as to say that your quirk is useless and that you don't deserve to even be studying at UA at all. Katsuki clicks his tongue, crumpling the piece of paper and shooting it in the trash can. He sighs heavily, laying down next to you.

"(Y/N." Katsuki begins, "Are you really listening and or putting these shitty fucking critiques to heart? (Y/N) you're better than this."

You sniff and shrug. "I don't know. I guess I should. These statements are coming from the general public after all. The people who watch our every move."

Katsuki sighs and brings you close to hug him, kissing your forehead. "You're more than that, okay? You may act like a dumbass sometimes, but you've got a lot of heart and that's what's important." You shrug once again. Your eyes widen when Katsuki lifts you up, and positions you on his lap. You sit comfortably with his face inches from yours, and his strong arms wrapped around you. You look away, trying to hide the half-hearted smile forming on your face.

It was a gesture of affection you rarely see from him and if the circumstances were any different right now, you most probably would have been screaming internally and your face would be flushing a shade of red you have never seen before. You most probably would have d worded from embarrassment too.

"Listen... fuck what other people think. People shouldn't judge you on what makes you happy and what makes you special, especially as a hero. You are worth more than they made you think." He pecks your lips and touches his forehead with yours. "You saw something different in me. You still tried to be my friend even though I looked down on everyone and acted like a pompous ass every single day. Yet you still saw the good in me. You loved and accepted my flaws that I despised with a burning passion. Now it's time for people to find the good in you too. No matter how long and how hard it takes." You nod bringing yours lips to meet Bakugo's. He smiles into the kiss and you wraps your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you, burrito blanket and all.

"Thanks for that reminder." You whisper, kissing Katsuki's nose. Katsuki mumbles softly and kisses you again. And again. And again. And again until you're giggling like a little girl against his lips. "Tch. Any time." He replies annoyingly.

You smile as the two of you look at each other with nothing but love in your eyes.

and from then and there, he doesn't mind doing anything else for the rest of the day.

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