#so she really looks like she's just been kinda making her clothing and weapons out of whatever materials she found by scavenging. hardcore.

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

just for fun, I've been snapping fancy shots of each of my beta test characters this time around. so without further ado, these fellas are:

Kara the Fierce (Norn Soulbeast) Valiant Luaith (Sylvari Daredevil) Goria Deathcaller (Charr Reaper)

#my posts #GW2 #Guild Wars 2 #beta testing new weapons AND playing dressup??? win/win #i'll probably post shots of them on the character select screen too once I've tested all the weapons and can put 'em all together #i actually really liked kara's design tbh. her theming was SO fun she's got so much bone incorporated into her outfit #so she really looks like she's just been kinda making her clothing and weapons out of whatever materials she found by scavenging. hardcore. #Luaith turned out cooler than i was expecting too. i unironically like the rascal mask even if it only has 1 dye channel #Goria is just kinda There but i like how her color scheme came out. charr fashion is so hard tho all the textures stretch... oof #tho i got to be wild and put the zhaitan fangs on her lmao

[k1ngpin42]

𝕀𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦

✨Popular Abby x quiet reader✨

I’m sorry I really yapped on at the start, I used to be a wp writer so it’s kinda engraved in my thought process sorry, (I'll put the keep reading part where it get's interesting.) Smut will be in bold tho if u don’t wanna do allat 🤪

MINORS DON’T INTERACT: read at your own risk but there will be mature themes and minors really shouldn’t have Tumblr in the first place. Bare minimum 16+ plsss

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Warnings: Fisting/fingering (receiving), cunnilingus (receiving and giving), strap on (finally I know- (receiving)), Dominant Abby, provocative sub reader, choking, hickeys, restraints

You had been with the WLFS for almost three months now. You had managed to impress some people during your first month with your shooting skills in addition to stealth combat and how crafty you were. People, specifically Isaac, found you to be an asset. In theory, you were the ideal friend and even partner, however trying to make friends was much more difficult than it should be, especially when the world you lived in was so fucked. You had some, sure, a nice girl called Chloe was your best friend and you had a few others you were close with. It didn’t help that you were known for never going to events and it also didn’t help that one person in particular liked to gloat about it.

Abby Anderson, Isaacs favourite, built like a fucking war hero with muscles bigger than most men and beauty to match them. She was very picky with who she went on patrol with. It was Manny and Owen or Owen or Manny, no outsiders ever. You had asked to join once on a mission you knew you could have been very helpful in, but Abby denied it faster than she could ask your own name. After that, she went out of her way to make sure the embarrassment really hit, asking you to get their weapons for them, making sure Isaac assigned you where you would see her coming back and fourth from the mission she had so confidently denied you from.

You were in the library, if you could call it that. It was really just an old locker room which now had a bunch of books in it, mostly uninteresting. Everyone knows the good shit had to get smuggled in, but you were right out of trading supplies. It’s not like you got many items of value in the first place, everyone else in your patrol groups would take the majority of the rewards, and you were too much of a people pleaser to say anything.

Chloe walks in and your smile widens, your shoulders dropping as you let out a breath with all your tension inside it. Holy fuck, you didn’t realise how tense you were until now. 

“Chloe!” You exclaim with a smile, waving at her. She smiles back.

“Hey…you alright?” Chloe probed. You nod.

“Mmm, yeah just…got some stuff on my mind.”

“Abby giving you trouble again?”

“God, when is she not? It doesn’t bother me though, I’ve learnt to just tune their whole group out by now.”

“Didn’t she take your clothes from the laundry and swap them with Owens?”

“…I’d…rather not talk about that.” You say quickly, putting a dull copy of some fuckin book you were reading back on the shelf.

“To be honest, you rocked his ‘chill-dad-with-no-taste’ look. At least in my opinion.” Chloe declares with a smile. You groan. 

“Thanks.” You stand up, stretching and cracking your knuckles. 

“She put a whole chilli in your burrito.” Chloe reminded you, not letting the subject go.

“I love spicy food.” You explain, nonchalantly. She smiles, rolling her eyes playfully.

“You hate spicy food.”

“Untrue, I love spicy food, spicy food just doesn’t love me.” Chloe sighs.

“…Okay.”

“She also-“

“I get it. Abby gets off on my embarrassment, it’s great.” You sigh with irritation. She nods sympathetically. 

“Well, it’s not just Abby, Mel and Owen are also dicks.”

“Yeah, they are.” Chloes eyebrows furrow and a familiar look touches her ordinarily soft features.

“You want to say something, right?”

“I- heard Isaac assigned you with Abby, Mel, Manny and Cole to secure a shipping zone near the old station.” You laugh loudly and her face remains the same, worrying you mildly. 

“Yeah, sure he did, now what’s the news?” You ask again. She says your name quietly, almost like a warning. Your smile drops. “What…?”

“I had to grab a radio from the old apartment and I overheard Isaac and Abby talking.”

“Jesus, Chloe.”

“No, no I didn’t go up I swear.”

“You heard them from all the way downstairs?” She rolls her eyes.

“They were arguing.”

“Oh great, Abby was arguing with Isaac, now I know this really is a joke.”

“It’s not a joke, okay? Abby was arguing because she didn’t want to be assigned with you. Isaac said you’re more agile and equipped for stealth than the others. He said he’s pairing you with Abby.”

 You’re frozen. Fucking frozen in time and space.

“No…”

“Hey, hey, hey you’re gonna be just fine.” 

“Oh my god…” You gasp.

“She’s friends with three thirds of the WLFS in here, if they all like her she’s gotta have some good qualities?” Chloe attempts.

“I don’t love how unconfident about that you sounded. Fuck I can’t fucking believe this.”

“You said you didn’t mind her now though, right?”

“Well that was a fucking lie wasn’t it!” You say, and you both burst out laughing.

“Oh fuck I’m so gonna have my head bashed against a wall aren’t I?”

“Uh…may your death be swift?” You sigh.

“Thank you.”

The door opens harshly, making an echoey bang as it hits the wall. You and Chloe both whip your head around to see Abby, standing there in all her glory. You roll your eyes.

“We’re in a library asshole, you probably don’t come in here much, or know how to read- for that matter, but you’re typically meant to be quiet in these-“ “Ah, if it isn’t the two nerdiest people left on the planet.”

“Speak of the devil.” Chloe whispers. Abby smirks, looking into your eyes.

“Ah, you were talking about me? No surprise there-“

“Fuck you.”

“Mmm, I bet you’d like that too.” Her words shock you and you give Chloe a look through the side of your eye. She returns this by giving you a little shrug of confusion.

“I’m here to set up ground rules. If you even want to step one of your dainty little feet in the direction of me or my friends, you’d do your best to follow it, okay?”

“Good, I’ve got some boundaries I’d like to set up as w-“

“Shut the fuck up.” Abby interrupts. You roll your eyes.

“Okay first of all, don’t talk unless it’s strictly about the mission or someone asks you a question. Second of all, don’t ask me why, if I tell you to do something do it and last of all don’t fuck things up. I can add more rules as I see fit as well.” Abby states.

“You’re a fucking psychopath.” You mutter to yourself and Abby smiles widely. You hug Chloe tightly before you leave, placing a hand on her pale face.

“You’re gonna be fine.” She mouths. You nod and turn to follow Abby out the hallway in silence for some time until she randomly stops in her tracks. She clears her throat.

“Go get our weapons.” You open your mouth to object, but you can’t be fucked wasting words on her. You don’t reply before heading in to the armoury. 

“I need Abby’s usual, Manny’s usual and I’ll take a pistol and a silenced literally anything, please.” The man looks at you a little suspiciously, but nods, walking over to the weapon wall. 

“Why isn’t Abby just getting them herself?” He asks, not in an overly probing way. 

“She prefers me to do stuff for her.” You explain. “Oh, cute.” He says, handing you the things. You look at him, bitterly.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, I thought you meant you were…”

“Nope. Do you have any daggers?”

“Daggers…? What century is this? BC?”

“Fine, knifes, then?”

“Here.” He says, handing you a rather average looking metal blade. You sigh. 

“Thanks…”

“The ammos on the side of that crate over there.” You nod, giving him a fond expression.

“Thanks.” You say as a rather devious thought comes to mind. You grab a box of Abbys ammo and make your way to the shooting range. As swift as you can, you turn it on and hit the bullseye over and over until there’s just over 10 bullets left in the packet.

“Hmm…” You murmer, looking down at the gun. “Fuck it.” You say, shooting four more bullets. You quickly make your way back to Abby, quickly putting your ammo and weapons in your bag. 

“Took you long enough.” She says simply, trying not to laugh at all the shit you’re holding. You roll your eyes.

“You try carrying all of it then.”

“Are you implying I’m stronger than you?” She teases. You continue to glare at her.

“Is the air thin in here?” You question, and Abby looks confused, opening her mouth to retort but you stop her.

“Or is it just the size of your ego making it hard to fucking breathe.” You say. She shrugs, still smirking smugly. 

“Who could know?”

You and Abby head over to the wagon and Mel immediately stands up. You sigh.

“Fuck me.” You murmer, and through the side of your eye you see Abby give you a look of what could be mistaken as sympathy, if that girl possessed the capacity for that emotion. 

“It’s you.” Mel says, as if the words are physically hurting her to say. You sigh, forcing a fake smile.

“Yep, hey Mel.”  Alice runs over to you, leaning her legs against you and kissing you all over. 

“Hi beautiful girl.” You utter quietly as you stroke your fingers through her fur. Abby watches you intently, fighting a smile at how affectionate you were. Mel looked less than impressed.

“Come on Alice, here.” She beckoned. You roll your eyes as Alice hesitantly returns to her place beside Mel. Owen sits down aggressively, crossing his arms and looking away from you. 

What the fuck is with these people? They don’t even know you. Manny sit’s next to the driver and you sigh as you sit beside Owen. He was a repulsive guy, childish, looked weird, smelt weird and his only personality trait was his relationship with Mel that everyone was so obsessed with. ‘The couple,’ you had heard them be referred to as. So fucking dramatic.

“Did you hear that Brenda’s sister snuck in to that party last night, drank half the liquor and then tried to kiss like 10 guys there?” Abby laughs. Mel shrugged.

“Owen and I were busy, so no.” She says, and they both smirk. Gag.

“You should have seen Manny’s moves, he did a full flip, I wish I could have recorded it.”

“Oh yeah Aidan told me! What a guy.” Owen remarks, placing his hand in Mels.

“Abby how have you been sleeping these days?” Mel questions. This catches your attention but Abby just dismissively shakes her head.

“Fine.” She said, signalling at you with her head. You would rather be in a room of clickers right now.

“Hey, um…where do you sit?” Mel asks you. You look at her, a little surprised. 

“Um…what?”

“Well I never see you, so.”

“Oh…I sit with Chloe, Sophie…sometimes Beatrice and Whitney too.” Her expressions remain unchanged and the others look at each other, clearly not familiar with those names or people. 

“I’ve…heard of Whitney, I think. She plays the games right?” Abby asked. You glare at her. 

“Yeah.” You say simply.

When the wagon finally arrived and you handed out the weapons to everyone, Abby immediately started assigning roles.

“Okay so um, Cole will stay here and scout the perimeter, guard the exits and the truck, I’ll go with Manny to take out whoever, Owen you can go with Mel to get the supplies.”

“Um okay what am I supposed to do?” You practically spit. She sighs.

“Go with Owen and Mel then I don’t care.”

“Hey fuck that she’s not going with us!” Owen says. Mel hits him playfully.

“Owen..” She says, only pretending to care.

“Isaac assigned me to do stealth take downs because brutes like you have no agility, I’m better off with you.” You tell Abby plainly. She looks at you, annoyed. 

“Fuck it, we’ll all cut through that building and we’ll go from there.” She says, and everyone nods, Owen still looking considerably more irritable than the others. 

“I’m gonna make sure this rooms clear.” Manny says.

“Oh, I’ll go with you-“ Abby starts to say, but he shakes his head. 

“No that’s fine, do you want to go with me?” He asks you. You smile slightly.

“Yes, sure.” You say, feeling quite grateful. You walk through the room and check the benches and cupboard for suppliesf. You find some parts and start using a large item on the edge of a bench to adjust one of your weapons.

“What are you doing?” He asks. You smile cautiously at him.

“I’m refining the scope.” “With just that?”

“Well, yeah.” You explain awkwardly. He chuckles and you turn to face him, confused.

“Well shit, you’re actually smart, huh?”

“Um…I don’t know.” You laugh back. He walks over, examining the weapon more closely. 

“You think you can upgrade one of my weapons?” “Sure, which one?”

“My pistol, the recoil on that is shithouse.” You can’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry ‘shit house?’” You ask, still laughing. He smiles back.

“It is what I say.” 

“Let me look at it.” He hands you his gun and you examine it closely, getting some tools out of your pack. 

“The hammer spring’s smashed. Here.” You unclip the flashlight from your shirt. 

“Aim the light on that part there.” You instruct, and he nods, watching as you replace it. You look around the room and find a mostly in tact glass bottle. You approach it and line it up on the bench.

“Try it now.” You say, and he nods, shooting the bottle from a safe distance.

“Oh shit, that’s heaps better.”

“It’s no problem.” You say, your face feeling rather hot. He lets out a deep breath.

“I know being put with our group isn’t ideal.” He starts. You groan, feeling a pep talk approaching. 

“They’ll see how good you are.”

“Oh yeah, how? By doing free weapon upgrades?” You mock. He laughs.

“It’s a good start.”

“Did you know Abby put an entire chilli in my food?” He sighs. “She can be…petty.” Manny explains.

“What did I even do?”

“I don’t know, she seems, and don’t tell her I told you this but…obsessed with you. Ever since you wanted to join our patrol that day she made it her whole personality.”

“Ugh, I know right? ‘Look at that loser’ sounds familiar I’m guessing?”

“Um, not really, she talks about you pretty genuinely. It’s more ‘did you hear she slipped past that massive scar base without alerting them? And “did you see what she was wearing?”

“Mmm of course cause she made me wear her crusty ex boyfriends clothes all day. Did you know Mel accused me of sleeping with, quote unquote “her man” when she saw me in those?” Manny wheezes at this comment. 

“They’re quite an intense pair.” He admits. 

You two return to the others and your eyes immediately fan to Abby’s body. She’s wearing a sleeveless black top and she was clearly lifting something heavy because there was a light dusting of sweat all the way up her arms. You could also tell because of her veins. Fuck, her veins. Her veins were so visible. 

God what is wrong with you? No, what is wrong with her? How dare she look so fucking….fuckable? Only to be a genuine dick AND like men? What a waste.

“There’s a lot of them, but if we split into groups we can take them by surprise. Manny, with me.” Abby instructs. You force yourself out of your daydream when Manny taps you on your shoulder.

“Come.” He says, and you follow them out, staying prone in the grass. 

“We’ll need to be stealthy, I can go and you guys can stay here and cover me.” You suggest. Abby scoffs.

“No fucking way.” 

“You’ve already seen me do more-“

“We’re not putting you in danger!” Abby says quickly. She anxiously avoids eye contact.

“Of…the mission, I mean. You’ll compromise it easy.”

“Abs, this girl is resourceful. At the first sign of trouble we’ll be there, but let her do what she’s here for.” Manny tries. Abby rolls her eyes and then look into yours for what feels like an eternity. 

“First. Sign.” She warns. You nod.

“Thank you.” You say, sneaking out towards the group.

“I don’t fucking like this Manny.”

“She’ll be fine.”

“What? That’s not what- ugh…” She says before accepting her defeat and letting the silence win. She watches you the entire time. The way you skilfully pick off the men who are there is like a work of art and your movements are smoother than silk. You enter one of the buildings where Abby and Manny’s vision of your is corrupted. Manny looks over at Abby and is surprised to be witnessing such panic on her face.

“Are you alright Abs?” He asks. She doesn’t reply.

“Abby?”

“Fuck.” She says, before jumping down out of their spot. 

“Abby what the actual fuck-“ He mutters as he climbs down beside her and they scurry into some grass.

“What the fuck are you doing? They’ll see us.” Manny protests. Abbys sighs. 

“Oh yeah? Well if she gets shot in there who will be there to get the stuff?”

“No one’s gonna get anything if they shoot US for getting out of cover, Abs.” One of the men holding a large rifle stops, looking around. 

“Finn?” A woman asks him. He continues looking around, shining his light through the grass.

“I thought I heard something.” The woman nods.

“Keep your guard up.” She tells him. Abby groans.

“How do we get in the building now??” She whisper-shouts. Manny thinks for a moment. 

“I think we need to take them both out.”

“Okay, let’s do it.” They crawl towards the building when, to their dismay, Abby’s foot crunches on some broken glass.

“Fuck-“

“WHAT WAS THAT?” Finn calls, alerting you. You hear several gunshots and consider whether or not you should run towards them. It could be Abby or Manny. No, just stick to your mission, you were almost at the jackpot. Right when you get to the safe you start spinning the dial until you hear Manny’s voice.

“Look out!” More gunshots. They probably had it under control, they’re strong, unstoppable really, and Abby would be enraged if she found out you were right in front of the supplies and went to rescue her instead. 

“Abby?” Manny calls, desperately. That did it, you run behind the next cover and dive into the grass to look for her. A man points his gun at her and you quickly shoot him with your silenced gun, grabbing her arm and pulling her into you. She falls over you, pinning you under her and using her arms as support on the grass on either side of your head. You’re startled, feeling her warm breath on your face, seeing her eyes up close.

“Abby what are you doing here?” You demand once you finally find your words again. 

“I…we’ll talk about it later, where the fuck are my bullets?” Your face goes numb.

“Um…” You say. She practically yells.

“UGHH WHY?”

“Okay well why are you always a dick to me man?? I didn’t expect you to be taking down an entire camp…if you had just trusted me-“

Abby get’s off of you and you sit up. 

“You TOOK my bullets?? Give them back.”

“No.” 

“Give. Them back.”

“I used them okay??” Abby grabs you, pulling you so you’re standing. Your heart races as she does this.

“Fine, you’re coming with me, we’re getting more bullets.”

“I found the safe.” You blurt out. Abby stops dragging you, letting out a deep breath and smiling ever so slightly. 

“Thank god, did you get the supplies?”

“Um…” Abbys groans again at your response.

“And WHY…not?” She asks. Your face flushes crimson.

“I heard you scream.” You admit. You lower your voice to a whisper so quiet that it’s almost inaudible. “I was worried.” You add. Her face softens. 

“Alright, that’s fine, we’ll take them out first and come back to it. Let’s just get these fucking bullets since you feel the need to fuck everything up even though I said before we started-“

“Hey you fucked up too, okay?” Abbys rolls her eyes.

“Irrelevant. Now let’s go.”

You follow her into a room and hear a massive bang sound from behind it, feeling the ground shake as a result. 

“Abby…”

“Fuck, we’re locked in aren’t we?”

“Try the door.” You say. She lets out a huff.

“If this doesn’t open I’m never letting you come with me again.”

“You’re so annoying, Abs.” You say, and she turns back from the door to face you.

“I’ve never heard you call me anything other than Abby, asshole or dick.” She states. You smile.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I leave ‘motherfucker’ and ‘ignorant, arrogant asshole’ off the list, Abigail?”

“Abigail?” She asks, and your neck feels hot when you say it. She was right, it did feel unnatural. 

“I like that.” Remarks Abby, trying the door handle and coming to the conclusion that you were, indeed, locked in.

“What…your name? You really do have an ego second to none.” “Only when you say it.” She tells you in a manner you haven’t heard before. It was sort of…kind? Or something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Abigail? Or Abby?” She smiles wider. 

“I think it was part of the roof that fell.” Abbys says and your mind is still lingering on her previous comment.

“What makes you say that?” You question, taking a seat on the floor. 

“I saw crack marks on it when we entered and there wasn’t anything else around us that could be blocking the door. No shelves, no fridges, nothing.”

“If it really was part of the ceiling, we’ll never get this door open.”

“Okay, well…see if there’s another way out.” Abby instructs. 

“Always so authoritative.” You remark, and she raises an eyebrow with intrigue. 

“What was that?” She asks. 

“Forget it.” You stand up and look around.

“There’s a small window but it’s really high up, even if you boost me I wouldn’t be able to get up there.

“Fuck. I guess we’re going to have to wait for Manny to clear the rest of them, we’ve already taken out a fair few.”

“Even if Manny does take them all out, how’s he going to find us through all this debris?”

“I- you talk a lot.” Abbys says. God you could hit her. 

She sits down now too.

“You’re giving up?” You question. She shrugs.

“We’re gonna be stuck here a while, possibly for the end of our lives, might as well not waste our breath.”

“I’ve always loved your optimism.” You tease, and she looks away to hide her approaching smile. 

“Why did you join the WLFS anyway?” She questions after some time. You look over at Abby, confused.

“What happened to wanting me to shut up?”

“Fine.” She replies, grimly. You chuckle softly, taking a seat beside her. 

“My last camp was close to a large group of these brutal raiders. My group always believed in each other, thought we were all we ever needed but, it was safer to form allies. We were relocating when we discovered those seraphites you’re so fond of. When we took them out the WLFS thought we were doing them a solid or something, invited us to join the WLFS if Isaac thought us decent enough.” 

“Oh. Cool.” She says, lamely. You just smile, letting the quiet fill the room again.

“You’re not gonna ask why I joined?” Abby asked. You can’t help but laugh at this.

“Wow, you are…something else Abigail.” Abby doesn’t say anything, her cheeks becoming a light shade of pink.

“Besides, I know where you’re from. You were in a firefly group at salt lake.”

“I’m sorry, what? How did you-“

“My friend works in the apartments. The walls there are thin.”

“Oh. What…else do you know about me?”

“Practically nothing." You say, thinking a while. "I’ve seen you looking at different coins in the main hall late at night like they’re the prettiest thing you’ll ever see. Do you collect them or something?” Abby, still surprised, nods. 

“Yeah, some dumb thing my dad used to do. We collect quarters. Collected.” She corrects. You nod. 

“You got them here?” Her face warms up as she grabs her bag, pouring the pile of coins into her hand.

“This one’s from Virginia, 1788. I found these ones around the stadium, this is um, from Alaska, Mane, New Jersey and the last one I found was from Vermont.” She explains in a tone so giddy it makes you want to laugh, but you don’t, you just listen intently. 

“You think it’s stupid?”

“I think it’s adorable.” You tease, and in reality, you really did. “My friend, Chloe, collects magazines. She’s got like 500 or something crazy.”

“500?”

“Well…49, but it really does seem like a lot.” You explain, and she laughs gently. Once the laughter dies down, you wrestle with yourself internally. Should you mention it? You really shouldn’t, but what else did you have to lose?

“Abby, why are you so mean to me?” You ask. 

“I’m not mean. My pranks are funny.” Abby replies, defensively.

“Are they?” You ask, not looking at her directly. Abby hesitates. 

“Yeah, I guess not.”

“So why do you do it?”

“I like harassing you.” She says. You stand up and storm angrily to the other end of the room.

“Fine, be like that.”

“No it’s… my friends.” You don’t turn around, but you stop pacing.

“What?” You order. She sighs.

“My friends and I…only hang out with certain people, you know?”

“Wow….”

“No what, what I mean is they wouldn’t appreciate if I was friends with someone different. People would talk and I didn’t want anything to change so I decided being mean to you was the only way we could talk.”

“Abby that is fucking stupid and petty you actual dick! FUCK I could just…HIT YOU.” Abby snorts at your comment. You sigh.

“Fine, maybe I couldn’t, but I still hate you.”

“Don’t.” “Don’t what, fuckwit?” 

“Don’t…hate me. I know it’s shallow but being popular, going to parties, it’s the only fucking distraction I have. I work out or party to avoid sleeping, you know? I’m friends with heaps of people because I’m scared that if my group was small enough, they’d see through…me.” You sigh and walk back to her.

“Who knew Abby Anderson had ‘layers?’ You teased with a small smile. Abby forced a smile too, clearly feeling vulnerable. 

“Why wouldn’t they like you? The real you who doesn’t poison peoples food?”

“Oh please it was one chilli, it was good for you!” She defends, her smile becoming increasingly more genuine. You smile back.

“Cause I’m angry…and selfish.” Abby admits. You sit down beside her and put a hand on her leg.

“You just exposed yourself to a group of armed men and women with like 4 bullets in your gun to make sure I wasn’t in trouble. I wouldn’t call that selfish.”

“It was incredibly selfish.” “Why?” You ask, softly. She stands up, turning away from you. You stand up too.

“Abby…?”

“Because I let my feelings get in the way. I could have killed you, or Manny.” You feel a chill over your body and you don’t know whether it’s the temperature or her words.

“What…feelings?” You ask, and she turns around and kisses you harshly on your lips, taking you by surprise and making your hands frail around desperately in that confusion.

“I know about you too.” She says, and you’re breathing heavily, surely in some level of shock.

“I know how much you love animals, how you collect knives and are crafty. You hate spicy food, and olives, you love onions, your favourite colour is purple and you always wear a bit of colour in your hair. You can sing, you can cook, and you constantly impress others, and particularly me. You don’t particularly like reading but you can recite any line from just about any movie and I know that because at movie nights I see you mouthing the words, it’s adorable. You always have your feet up on another chair when sitting in meetings, you always double knot your shoe laces because you suck at tying them and you know what I hate about you?”

You don’t know how to respond, you can’t even think real thoughts at this point, so you just let her answer.

“I hate that you hate me because all I’ve ever wanted was to be your friend.” Abby breathes out. She shakes her head.

“That’s not true, I want to be more than that.” Your mouth is open and your wide eyed, not knowing what to say, or do.

“You were such a dick to me.” You say quietly, your eyes on the floor. Abby nods.

“Let me make it up to you?” She asks. You nod and that’s all it takes before Abby’s lips are crashing on yours again and her tongue is deep inside your mouth, tasting you like she’s been starved for a week. She puts both of her large hands on your face as she does this, moaning into the kiss as the tension from both of your bodies starts to calm. 

“Can I? I mean, do you want to?” Abby questions, and you nod with a massive smile on your face. 

✨SMUT✨

She tears your shirt off, immediately applying firm pressure on your warm skin with both hands as she explores and familiarises herself with your body. She looks at your tits and the way they sit perfectly in a light blue bra. 

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” She exclaims before unclipping your bra and fondling your breasts. 

“So fucking sexy.” She hums, delicately rubbing your nipples between her fingers.

“mmm…What about Manny?” You ask. She shrugs.

“May his survival be long.” She says, lowering herself to the ground and your pants along with her. 

“Hmm.” She says, clearly unsatisfied with the current conditions. She stands back up and slams you against the wall, supporting your head with one of her wide hands. 

“Suck.” She says, pressing her two middle fingers to your lips. You do so without protest and enjoy the way her long fingers push further into your mouth. She removes them quickly, letting a long string of saliva soak her hand. 

She pushes them both inside you with no warning, curling the tips of her fingers and moving your clit with her thumb. 

“H….holy fuck~” You cry out. This whole situation was so unexpected. You thought you hated her but now Abbys fingers you were always thinking about were actually inside of you, and it felt fucking unreal.

“This doesn’t make us…mmm~ okay, you realise?” Abby smirks. 

“If I make you cum will you forgive me for being a dick?” You thrust slightly into her fingers, letting out a loud moan.

“You were a dick more than once.” You manage to say. She grabs you by the neck and kisses you deeply, still playing with you using her fingers.

“Challenge accepted.” She starts practically slamming her fingers inside you, watching you squirm and cry out.

“A…abby-“ “It’s okay, my girls doing good, you can take it.” 

“Hurts…” “Just a little longer for me baby.” Abby coos, not letting up her speed. She starts kissing and sucking on your neck as hard as she fucking can, tasting you, admiring you. 

“Abby…I’m…gonna….”

“You’re gonna cum already? Aw, alright, show me how good it feels.” 

“It f…mmm…”

“I said show me baby.” She says, putting in a third finger.

“MMM!” You cry and she puts her other hand in your mouth, letting you suck it eagerly again. Slowing down ever so slightly, she takes her hand out of your mouth.

“Take a deep breath for me.” Abby instructs, her face riddled with focus. You blush, your eyes struggling to stay open.

“Wh…why?” She whispers a safe word in your ear.

“You say this if its too much okay?” You nod and she forces a fourth finger inside you.

“H…holy…Abby…” 

“You’re doing so good baby.”

“I feel so full…don’t….don’t-“

“I know you can take it, look how easily my fingers can slide inside you, you can fit one more for me can’t you?”

“Mmm….mmm…hurts.”

“Say the safe word then.” You finally look at her, still blushing and she chuckles smugly. 

“You won’t will you? You want it to hurt, you want your pussy filled with me you’re just too afraid to ask. Admit it.”

“…No.” You try. God, it doesn’t even sound real to you. She just laughs.

“Try again or I’ll stop.”

“Fuck, fuck yes I like it…I like it rough, I want it to hurt just- please don’t stop.” You blurt out, wrapping your arms around her neck to support yourself. She nods and slowly eases her fist into you, making you moan. 

“Fuckkkkk, fuck Abigail….” “See? I knew you could do it.” “Fuck….mmm…you..” You stutter. She smiles.

“Fuck me yourself, coward.”  Heat swells inside your stomach and slick starts leaking down your thighs and fuck, Abbys never been more turned on in her life. She gets on her knees and licks it eagerly, sucking at your inner thighs and then your pussy.

“Tastes so good.” Abby mumbles between your thighs, moaning as she tongues between your folds.  You let out a whimper as she sucks sloppily at your cunt. 

Your hand grabs onto her hair, pulling her head in more and practically riding her face.

“Mmm, so…so…” Is all you can manage. She keeps going, using her mouth and fingers at the same time. 

“Fuck…fuck….cumming…cu-“ You cry out as you shut your eyes tightly. When Abby returns to your height, her face is glistening. You blush brightly. 

“I…um.” You say. She grabs your chin to open your mouth and kisses you passionately, moving her head around to make sure her tongue explores every angle before taking a breath. 

“You taste…fuck….” Abby says, grabbing you and pushing you onto the floor. 

“Take off your clothes.” You tell her. She smiles, smugly. 

“Where’d your manners go?”

“I thought you weren’t gonna be a dick anymore.” You huff. She smiles brightly at you. 

“Mmm, that’s right. Wait here then.” She says, walking over to her bag and taking out a black strap. It’s over 6 inches for sure, you guess 7 or 8. You’re not sure what to think.

“I guess that whole ‘I know your favourite colour’ speech was bullshit then. Do you expect to fuck all girls you take on patrol?” You ask, bitterly. She puts her large hand on your cheek, rubbing her thumb over your skin delicately. 

“You’re so precious. It’s not…for fucking. I never know how long I’m gonna be stranded somewhere so…I use it. On myself.” She explains. You can’t help but laugh.

“Shut up.” She says, hiding her own smile.

“Aw, can’t handle a patrol without your vibrator, huh? Do you get all tense?”

“Shut. Up.”

“You’re all talk, I bet no one’s ever made you cum, right? That’s why you need this pretty piece of plastic?” You question, not sure where this sudden confidence boost is coming from. Abby blushes.

“I’m gonna make you shut up soon.” She warns. You smirk.

“How many women have you been with?” You ask her. She gives you a death glare.

“Ah, so none.” 

“Shut the fuck up. I can still fuck you better than you’ll ever be fucked and that attitude will go along with your ability to walk.”

“Soo defensive.” You tease. She grabs your hands, pinning them down roughly. 

“You’re not gonna be this chatty in a second.” She says, letting go of your hands and putting the strap on. You use this break to push all your body strength onto her and start unzipping her pants.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” She laughs, pinning you back down effortlessly. You roll your eyes.

“Please will you just let me taste you…” 

“After that little display?” Abby just laughs, taking her shirt off and using it to bind your hands together tightly. 

“My fucking girl.” Abby grumbles, and it sounds almost like an order. She towers over you, grabbing onto your jaw with one hand.

“Open your mouth.” Abby orders. You consider putting up a fight, but she’s so intimidating and strong, you don’t know what she’d do. Maybe that excited you more, but you didn’t want to push your luck right now. Your mouth parts obediently and she guides almost the entire strap in your mouth, not giving a fuck whether you gag on it or not. 

“Remember who you belong to when you’re gagging on my dick, baby. I don’t take kindly to people who provoke me.” You just whimper as your saliva completely covers the strap. She doesn’t stop though, not for a few more minutes of your precious sounds. She holds your hair as you suck it and already this is one of the best things either of you had experienced. It made you forget about how hard, cold and potentially dirty the floor was. It made you in particular forget how many times Abby had acted so pathetic and childish when it turns out all she wanted was to be something for you. And even though it was still in your mind, it made the reality that Manny could be in danger seem like a distant memory.

She finally removed the strap from your mouth and forcefully pulled open your legs, thrusting into you slowly. “Mmmm….” You moan, lowly. She watches as it goes in and you can tell it made her wet too. She continues at that painfully slow pace, holding your pinned arms as she does so.

“Abby…don’t be a- oh fuck- a tease…” You say, desperately. She smirks again.

“So eager. If you can manage to be completely quiet, I’ll take my shirt off for you, okay?” She asks. You look away, nervously. This is what you had imagined whenever you passed the gym and saw her use her tank top to wipe sweat from her face. You’d see the men around her take off their shirts to work out and at that moment and that moment only, you had wished she was a man just so she could do the same. Another part of you didn’t want anyone else to see a shirtless Abby, though. Yes you would much prefer the private showing she was offering you. Fuck, you’d do anything to see it. When you’d pass her apartment and hear the shower run, your mind would go crazy. You wondered if it would live up to your fantasies.

“M’ I to take your silence as a yes, gorgeous?” You nod enthusiastically and she starts increasing her pace, then, seeing how well you handled that, her pressure as well. Fuck, that had almost got you. You loved how rough she could be with you because you knew she’d balance it perfectly. She’d never hurt you, she had proven that.

“Wow, look how good you can be.” You don’t say anything, but you would let out a desperate squeak at her praise. She thrust harder and you wanted to scream, biting your lip to stop yourself. 

“You did so good for me, baby.” She says, slowing down slightly but not stopping as she takes off her shirt. You gape at the sight of her glistening chest in a pretty, pale bra. Fuck…you’d do anything to have her tits in your mouth, to have your hands free and play with them, to treasure them like fucking artefacts. 

“Like what you see?” She asks. You whimper in response and she lets out a light chuckle. 

“Mmm, I’ll take that as a yes. You almost there, baby?”

“Fuck…yes Abby I’m close…please will you take off the binds?” And for a moment, it seemed like Abby was considering it before she thrust more aggressively and put a hand over your neck, being cautious about how tight she squeezed. 

“You’re precious.” Is how she replies, and you would hit her…if you could. 

Soon, the heat between you two was growing, leaking onto the floor and each others thighs, not knowing what liquids were what and who’s belonged to who. You were so fucking close. You wanted to grip on to Abbys hair or biceps. Maybe in some other perfect world or one where the woman fucking you wasn’t Abby Anderson. Abby could tell you were close, she could see it on your face, feel it in your body and hear it in your voice. Fuck, she was becoming more in love with you at every moment. 

“You gonna cum for me baby?”

“Fuck…fuck please…please can I?” She smiles so wide you were worried her face was gonna stretch. She loved hearing you beg, hearing you make sounds at all that only her ears would be blessed with,.

“Mhm.” Abby agrees, and with her permission you allow your eyes to roll back. Your legs shake ever so slightly as your glowing slick illuminates the strap and Abby’s thighs. Unlike how she had treated you before, she pulls out so gently, untying the strap from behind and pulling you in towards her so your body is against her.

She strokes your hair while hugging you still and you don’t know why it’s the most comforting thing you’ve ever felt, but you don’t complain.

“You listened so well baby. Made me feel real good.” Abby babbled. You look away, nervously and Abby picked up on your shift instantly. 

“What?” She asked, softly. You sigh.

“I wanted to…” Your words trail off. Abby nods understandingly. 

“Oh. You still want to do that?” She asked, and you nod your head eagerly. 

“Please Abby?” You beg. She nods again.

“Only because you were so good.” She says, untying her shirt from your hands and leaning back on her elbows.

“Go on then, take what you want.” She says with another one of her signature smirks. You practically leapt to the chance, removing her bra with the flick of one hand. You immediately start licking and sucking at her tits, leaving adorable bruises in your wake. Abby gives you a warning look and you know she won’t allow it much longer, so you quickly position your head between her thighs. Her muscular, large fucking thighs, you might add.

“Can I suck it through the boxers?” You question, looking up at Abby with doe eyes. She smiles comfortingly. 

“Sure.” She says, still not expecting to feel any real pleasure. That is until you suck at the lowest part of the fabric, making her pool in your mouth and drench her boxers. 

“I…mmph~” The unexpected and beautiful noise leaves Abbys lips, making you want to explore more of her. You lick a trail up her concealed folds all the way up to her clit which you start drawing vicious circles over. 

“F….fuck how are you- fuck….” Abby cries. She’s on the verge of orgasm already, you didn’t expect Abby of all people to be the kind of person to cum too fast, but you’re delighted to have something to tease her about later. You finally remove the boxers right before she cums and you put your tongue deep inside her. Then, you return to her clit and put your fingers inside her hole instead.

“Mmmmm.” Abby’s pornographic moan should be recorded, transformed into a vile and put straight into your lungs. And then, just like that, she’s coming, her pretty pink pussy pulsing under your tongue. 

You go back up to face her. 

“I knew no one had touched you like that.” You remarked. She rolled her eyes playfully. “Whatever.” Abby said, pulling you in for a tighter hug and kissing your cheek.

“Wanna go again?” Abby asked, only somewhat joking. That was until Manny’s voice echoed outside of the building they were stuck in.

“ABBY???” He yelled. He called your name too and you both quickly scrambled to put at least your shirts on. She boosts you up so you can see out the window. 

“We’re in here!” You call to him. He lets out a relieved breath. 

“Thank god I found you, you guys must have been so scared.” You turn over to Abby who’s watching the situation unfold with amusement. 

“Yeah.” Abby calls out as loud to be audible to Manny. “We were terrified.” 

#abby anderson #abby tlou #tlou2 #abby x reader #smut #18+ content #abby x fem!reader #ellie williams #ellie williams 18+

[fuedalreesespieces]

one of their downtimes in the present after school, kagome braids inuyasha's hair (twins, french, dutch, etc.) while they watch magical girl anime. inuyasha is surprisingly into it (the anime and having his hair played with)

oh, you are so right about this.

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"So he's the other guy?"

Kagome's fingers raked through his hair, parting it in two. He had no idea what she was doing, but it felt nice. So nice, in fact, that his attention was starting to wane from the television screen in front of him, if that was possible.

"Sort-of," Kagome amended, bringing a comb to the right side of his hair. Silver locks spilled down his shoulders, brushing against the enormous bowl of potato chips they shared. "He's kinda like a vessel for him, but he doesn't know it."

"Geez," Inuyasha grumbled. "All that power and he doesn't even know it exists."

Kagome let out an airy laugh. On screen, the boy called Yukito transformed into Yue. The bright colors fascinated him just as much as the feeling of Kagome's hands carding through his hair. He didn't quite get the concept of animation until she made him an example and even then, that simple jumping ball she'd created was leagues away from...whatever this was.

How did this even get on the screen, anyway? He'd suspected there was someone trapped in the back, but the box was much too tiny for even a kit like Shippo, and it was all clogged up with tangled wires. She'd explained the broadcasting system to him, but he still didn't understand how waves could translate to pictures. Eventually he'd given up on working out the concept, and his confusion never kept him from settling under her gentle hands and letting the story unfold in front of them.

She'd called it anime, a category for the style of art and animation used in the show they were watching, and Inuyasha had to admit it was wildly entertaining. Convoluted plots be damned, the fights were terribly engaging. Sota had told him that the sort of shows Kagome dragged him into were called magical girl anime, and which thereafter prompted a giggle from the younger boy. Inuyasha didn't quite get the joke, if there was one to be had. The way he saw it, the magical girls were just like the metal golems ("Mechs," Sota had corrected him) in the things Sota liked to watch - albeit better dressed.

On screen, Yue spoke, voice eerily cold compared to his counterpart. A chill ran down Inuyasha's spine. "He looks like Sesshomaru," he muttered.

Kagome finished one his braids and peered over his ears, her chin digging into his shoulder as she leaned in to see what she'd missed. "You know...I haven't really thought about it, but he sort of does. Minus the angel wings, of course." At Inuyasha's bark of laughter, she inched closer and smirked. "Think he'd make a good magical girl?"

An image of Sesshomaru wearing a skirt seemed to enter their minds at the same time, and upon making eye contact, they both collapsed in a fit of laughter. "Evil," he said between breaths, "absolutely fuckin' evil, what you just said."

"I was merely asking a question," she said innocently, her grin wicked. "But now that I think about it, I think you'd fit in better than him."

"Me?" he said incredulously.

"Why not? You've got a weapon-"

"A massive sword, not a magic wand-"

"-transformations-"

"One of 'em is useless and the other kills people-"

"You are not useless," she said immediately. "You're wonderful just as you are."

He was thankful the room was dark. "Kagome-"

"All you really need," she said, "is a change of clothes. Have you ever even been out of the Fire Rat?"

He scoffed. "Why should I? It's my armor. Why, you suggestin' I wear your clothes?" His attention returned to the television, where Yue was drawing an arrow back, but Kagome's ridiculous smile quickly emerged in his vision. She'd finished his hair and had come to sit beside him, fiddling with one of the two braids she'd done.

"Well...I do have an old school uniform-"

"No."

"Oh, come on, Inuyasha! Please?"

"I'm not wearing one of your skirts!" he shouted, face as bright as a plucked tomato.

"But I just finished your hair!"

"And what the hell does that have to do with it?"

"You would look good, I promise!" she assured. "Nobody's around."

"Your entire family is in the house, Kagome."

"And I'm sure they would all support your decision to finally be the magical girl you were born to be."

He rolled his eyes and twisted his head so she couldn't tempt him with that smile of hers. "You're crazy."

She slipped into his view and batted her eyelashes. "For me?"

"Woman, if you don't-"

"Please, Inuyasha?"

He told himself not to look. Her voice alone couldn't tempt him. He thought of happy things in his mind, like ramen, or cooked steak, but the image of her sad, droopy eyes kept tainting the images, and when he eventually cracked one eye open, she was still kneeling in front of him, hands clasped and wide, grey eyes lit up like silver by the artificial light of the television. The decision to keep staring at her, like a stubborn fool, damned him. She had him wrapped around her finger the second he chose not to close his eyes - or perhaps he'd been doomed to agree from the start.

Either way, all paths lead to him wearing the skirt.

"Oh my god," Kagome whispered. "Oh my god."

"Shut up," he snapped. The waistline was too tight, but he'd somehow managed it. The outfit he wore was simply a spare uniform she had stashed away in case hers was ripped up in the feudal realm, but she insisted that plenty magical girls wore similar clothing (did the schools purposefully let their girls dress up as magical girls?) At her request, he'd worn a pair of elbow length gloves, boots, and "Happy?"

"Oh, Inuyasha," she sighed, and his face turned another shade of red. "You have no idea."

#help idk what this turned into #anyway inuyasha's a magical girl we all knew this right #inuyasha #inukag #inuyasha x kagome #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha a feudal fairy tale

[dragonridernoobie]

Inspiration has struck again! Okay so, ya know Clementine from the walking dead game?(if you haven’t played it I highly recommend it, make sure you start at season 1) okay so I’m specifically looking for a season 2 Clementine with a mix of season 4, okay so reader is badass, protective, dangerous(oooooo), and grew up in another universe separate from the bots and kids where a zombie apocalypse has occurred! She tries her best to protect the kids while she’s stuck in their world, looking for this other kid she’s was taking care of as well, and I kinda wanna see how she would react to first meeting the bots? I think she’d try and shoot them or attack them if they were in their holoforms, if it was Raf she’d probably try to protect him as she seems to have a soft spot for younger kids and he reminds her of the kid she was protecting- and I’m rambling:,) sorry! Anyways, this request is for Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, and Wheeljack! If you don’t know much about Clementine look up some videos of her! She is awesome and I love her! Oh and she has no hesitation to kill.

(Just a warning I may request something similar to this in the future:,) I have a problem😔)

Thank you! *virtual Head pats*(if okay ofc)

P.S. Feel free to take any creative ideas you have that would fit to the personality I described and add it, I really just enjoy seeing what you come up with

Okay, so first thing fist, I don't know shit about the walking dead. Like, I was never into that stuff because i wasn't interested in it. (I was more into transformers, undertale, and tmnt at the time). But I will try my best, so thank you from the bottom of my heart that you tell me her personality. (I suck at reasurch), but I will try my best. Hope you enjoy it.

TransformersXReader

Optimus

When optimus met (Y/N) it was by accident.

Optimus was trying to stop the decepticons from getting a new artifact but when it activated, it and the next thing he sees is a human, in torn up clothes, has a few weapons, including the crossbow they where holding

The human looks between optimus and the decepticons.

After a silent moment, the human quickly throws some things on the ground and soon sparks start to fly.

It blinds them and the human takes their chance to run.

When optimus saw this, he ran after them.

Soo. He found them and told them he ment no harm and he needed to get them out of here.

Let's say (Y/N) dident trust him and yelled at him. Saying that they won't be tricked by a zombie cybertronian!

He was very confused but explained he was not a zombie.

Once he gained their trust, he brought them to the base.

They immediately took responsibility to protect the kids.

They also explained to the team about their world.

They felt terrible for them and told them that they welcomed to stay.

They told them they would rather return to their world since their jack, miko, and Ralphal are still alive and needed their help.

The team then decided to help them home.

Ratchet

When ratchet met (Y/N) it was by accident.

He was alone at base, fixing the land bridge.

When suddenly it malfunctions and causes a explosion.

When the smoke cleared, he is met face to face with a human.

This human was in army clothes, had weapons on their back, and they where holding a crossbow.

After a silent moment of looking at eachother, the human says his name in a whisper.

He told them how they got here.

(Y/N) explained that they where from a diffrent universe where planet earth has become a waste land and there is zombies.

They cried and huge ratchet.

Since ratchet was dead in their universe.

Poor ratchet dude, he had to explain to the team how a new human has been brought to the base

And that it was his fault.

(Y/N) took their role as the kids portecter.

When ratchrt offer to send them back, (Y/N) told them that there was no point of returning home.

Earth of her universe was dead. The autobots are no more, the kids are dead, and the decepticons are all zombies.

They welcome (Y/N) with open arms.

Wheeljack

Wheeljack was flying in his ship when he came across a black hole.

He accidentally got to close and was sucked in.

He found himself in another world.

It was earth but not.

That's when he met (Y/N).

He tried to go into a military base to steal something but came across (Y/N) who attacked him, thinking that he was a zombie.

When wheeljack explained that he wasent a zombie, he took this chance to look over (Y/N).

That's when he noticed how they where dressed.

Crossbow, guns, army clothes, coverd in dirt.

He asked what happened and (Y/N) explained that the decepticons realized a new weapon.

It caused everything alive, including cybertronians, to become zombies.

They where currently the only human alive that (Y/N) believes.

She helps wheeljack to fix his ship, in return he brings her to his world since there's nothing left for them here

He agrees.

After they return to his world, he interduce them to the autobot teams

Wheeljack has a new space traveling buddy.

Bumblebee

Bumblebee met (Y/N) when he was fighting Soundwave.

Soundwave opened 2 portals next to Bumblebee and sent him to another dimension.

That's when he met himself but as a zombie.

Bumblebee ran for his life, fighting for his life and soon found some shelter.

That's when he met (Y/N)

He beeped at them, trying to tell them he wasent a zombie.

Thankfully (Y/N) understood him.

They explained what happened and that the kids, autobots, decepticons, and life on earth are all gone.

Bumblebee felt bad, but offered to bring them back to his world.

(Y/N) was super happy and agreed.

They took him to the now abandoned autobot base and showed them the still intact ground bridge.

When he activated it, he wen thru with (Y/N).

The team was so happy to see him again and welcomed (Y/N) with open arms.

The kids loved (Y/N) and (Y/N) was so happy to see the kids again.

(Y/N) told optimus that they where so happy to see him again.

Since in their world, optimus went missing.

He told them that he is happy that he has a new friend and teammate.

#headcanon #transformers tfp #transformers #tfp bumblebee #tfp wheeljack #tfp ratchet #tfp optimus prime #optimus x reader #wheeljack x reader #ratchet x reader

[angelltheninth]

Blurb request! Valkyrie X female reader, Maybe a lil enemies to lovers action and reader gets injured??

I love enemies to lovers, gonna throw in some pining in here as well.

Pairing: Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, injuries, soothing kisses, flirting pining, injured Reader

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: I have a Valkyrie fic that I've been meaning to post for some time. I'll try to get to it next week.

You groaned, clenching at your side as Bruhilde smugly walked you to her bedroom. "Where the hell are you taking me?" You looked up at her, slightly dizzy from you probably very bruised ribs. "Better be actual hell after this."

"My bedroom actually. As much fun as it would be to you wail in pain and defeat I actually have some decency as a warrior." That might be but her cheerful tone of voice did little to mask how smug she felt about getting a drop on you. "Isn't it about time you gave up on trying to defeat me? You have a pretty face, I hate seeing it get hurt, and even more that it's me doing so."

You rolled your eyes at her feeble attempt at flattery. Brunhilde seemed to be rather fond of catching you off guard with these compliments, its how this injury happened in the first place. Curse her and her pretty eyes and... kissable mouth.

"Fuck you." You push through the big door, untangling yourself from her arms and scanning the room for weapons, of which there were plenty. As expected from a King and a Valkyrie.

"Right now? I don't know, you don't seem to be in the shape for it sweetheart." She closed the door behind her, didn't lock it, after all you were still enemies and she'd hate for you to feel trapped here. "Take off your clothes."

"Wh-what?!" Suddenly any plan you had of destroying her was thrown out the window, "Why would I do that? You..." A painful wince passed across your face when you crossed your arms over yoursef.

"To take a better look at your injuries. I won't touch too much. Besides we've been fighting for a while, I've already had my handfuls of you." Her wink didn't help any in getting you to relax, in fact in only made you more weary of her approaching you.

"Is fighting and fucking the same to you?" Somehow you suspected you knew what she'd say.

Brunhilde shrugged with indifference, "The both start with an F and they leave me feeling good. So yeah, kinda." Unbelievable. And this was your number one opponent? Maybe you were the sorry one after all, "If it hurts I can help."

"No! No, no, you look away, I'll take care of myself." Or you could just ambush her when she turned her back. That was also an option that started to appeal to you more and more.

"Take care of yourself while I'm not looking? People usually ask me to look. Out of respect for our long rivalry, I'll do what you want." She raised her hands up where could see them and turned her back to you. Her too damn sexy, muscular back. The whole time you were taking off your shirt and armor you couldn't stop staring at her. Only to be caught doing it, "Telling me not to look, yet here you are, looking. I'd call you a bad girl but, I think that's what you secretly want."

There she goes again, flirting so shamesly with you. You hated it, yet it made your heart flutter and momentarily forget the pain you were in. Until she approached and pressed her fingers against your bruised rib, "When I imagined the two of us in my bedroom this really isn't what I had in mind." Her eyes shining with barely hidden meaning, making you weak in the knees, making you sit down on the edge of the bed, "I would love to take my time with you, see what different noises you'd make for me." By some invisible force you actually followed her hand as she pressed her thumb over your lips and pulled away, "I think you'd like it too. We don't have to hurt each other you know, we could settle this ways equally as fun but less painful. Unless that's something you're into."

Your bottom lip trembled before you pulled it between your teeth. She must be cheating somehow, to have this much power over you in here, while out there you wanted to tear her apart, "Shut up. Just get me fixed up so I can leave."

"Is that what you want?" No. It wasn't. Not anymore.

"Yeah." This was fine. As soon as you saw her on the battlefield again you were sure these strange, warm, all-consuming feelings would vanish. You just needed to stick this out. To let Brunhilde touch you with care, with careful caresses that made you want to melt into her.

"You're a bad liar sweetheart, very bad." Warm lips pressed on the corner of your own, shocking you, almost making you scoot away if it weren't for that feeling at the pit of your stomach telling you to stay, "Lucky you I like bad girls."

#mcu x reader #mcu x female reader #marvel x reader #marvel x female reader #brunhilde x reader #valkyrie x reader #valkyrie x female reader #king valkyrie #king valkyrie x reader #mcu fluff #mcu angst #mcu imagines #mcu headcanons #marvel fluff #marvel angst #marvel imagines #marvel headcanons #x female reader

[just-prime]

8 : Oh so boring

The horrifying MCU-ification of the Star Wars universe is in horrific display as 8 episodes lead nowhere but setup.

Before I get to everything else, I do want to say, Ray Stevenson's passing is a true tragedy, and I appreciate the love and care he clearly put into his character. He was the only compelling one, and I shudder to think of how Disney will probably heartlessly recast.

Now, on to the episode

Well, all the leaks that said it was zombies were right, to the surprise of no one. This is the MCU now, we need something more than just a fuck ton of stormtroopers to blow through, we need an undead CGI army.

First off : The Jedi, The Witch, and The Warlord...FUCK OFF FILONI. YOU ARE NOT CUTE.

The show opens with the attempt to lull Legends fans back into a Sion reference for no reason. Also, Thrawn's super baggy pants seem unnecessary, especially since the design in Rebels always has him in perfectly tailored clothes. Nothing during his decade abroad that would have cause the pants to change that drastically, so it just feels like an unnecessary change that is not an attractive look :(

Morgan's power ups make no sense, and as soon as she got them she was going to die. Her eyes had me making a half dozen Supernatural jokes for obvious reasons. The whole "Blade of Talzin" thing is also very dumb given the fact that I assume Mother Talzin would have used every weapon in her arsenal to stop Grievous, and I would think a lightsaber proof sword is on that list.

The entire "Ezra makes himself a new lightsaber" scene filled me rage for a few reasons.

A) Ezra literally just turned down Sabine's offer of the lightsaber for the martial arts force powers which we never see him use again.

B) Huyang knowing about Caleb and Kanan being the same person feels kinda weird to me to be perfectly honest.

C) Ezra's new lightsaber is boring. Full stop. This is the kid who built a gun into his first one, it makes no sense that he'd make one that looks this mediocre.

D) All of Sabine's family dying horrible deaths on Mandalore has always struck me as a cop out. It's just lazy writing to isolate Sabine.

The Stakes

Spoiler alert : THERE ARE NONE

We knew this was going to end in a cliffhanger for a while now, which means none of the main cast was going to die. Morgan has always been a means to an end for Thrawn, not that her loyalty was ever explain...But none of our heroes were gonna bite it (regardless of how I hoped for Huyang to explode) so there were no stakes. Thrawn had to escape, despite the fact that he is weirdly shaken, so he does. Ezra had to get home, so he does. Sabine and Ahsoka are now trapped on some stupid Mortis world??? Okay, pause, I'm getting ahead of myself here...because before that...

Sabine has the Force now

My deepest condolences to anyone who is finding this out from me, but Sabine is offically confirmed and shown to be Force sensitive. Yes it is dumb. Yes it makes no sense. Yes this is something we all saw being foreshadowed from day one, unfortunately. Especially with the playing down of her Mandalorian-ness (she's constantly losing her helmet, her gun accuracy has utterly gone, she barely uses her gauntlets, etc etc) it was obvious that Filoni wanted to do with her, what he was too cowardly to do with Grogu.

Other miscellaneous shit

It turns out that Ahsoka's shuttle is Jedi era...which makes no fucking sense.

The nightsisters being totally on board with the Empire feels like their ability to tell what's going on in the main universe might be a bit sketchy do to the fact that they missed that the guy in charge of the Empire is the one who ordered Dathomir razzed.

100% of the problems that the gang run into would have been solved if Sabine had a fucking jetpack

They pull the "Thrawn knew Anakin" card out of nowhere in the dumbest possible way, which really just goes to show how much FIloni hates the new canon Thrawn books.

Chopper recognizes Ezra (which was rather cute) before Hera does, because he decides to show up on a New Republic cruiser in full Thrawn stormtrooper garb. Also we don't even get a hug between Hera and Ezra.

Shin (because she exists, remember?) who is also stranded now, goes and appears to be taking over the bandit camp we saw earlier. Have no idea where they are taking that...but honestly, good for Shin doing something for her, this seems like a selfcare move.

Now, the ending...Fucking Mortis

So, the final shot we get of Baylan, he is standing on a giant statue of The Father (there is a statue of The Son, and a destroyed statue of The Daughter) pointing out towards something on the horizon.

Back at the hermit crab people camp, Ahsoka and Sabine (and fucking Anakin's ghost, because that's right people, instead of hanging out with his son, Anakin has been just hovering over Ahsoka this whole time apparently) here this chirping, and it's a fucking creepy hyper realistic CGI Morai.

So yeah, that's clearly how all of the trapped characters are going to get off this planet...the World between Worlds. Now, this brings up a fuck ton more questions...Chief of all being how did Ezra not use this to escape years ago???

And I get that Mortis is not everybody's favorite Clone Wars arc. Which is fair. I don't hate it, but I never loved it, and Filoni dragging in the dumbest piece of Force lore that he created is infuriating. ESPECIALLY with this being so obviously aimed at those who've not watched Clone Wars or Rebels. I'm curious to see how much he immediately recons about it, given that it's been his go-to move since before even Mando s3...

I fear they're going to do something like "Bayan is The Father, Ahsoka is The Daughter, and Shin and Sabine have to fight over being The Son" or some stupid bullshit like that.

I'm glad this is the last Filoni property we're getting for a while, since I'm pretty sure he's not involved with Skeleton Crew at all writing-wise.

I am just so happy it's over!

In the meantime, if you are as annoyed at Filoni as I am, spite him by reading the new canon Thrawn books!!! They are really fantastic and give Thrawn a lot of facinating depth, along with having an incredible cast of side characters.

For those of you who are new or just finding me because of my Ahsoka rants, please stick around!!! I'm sure I will be having other annoyed Ahsoka thoughts in the weeks to come as I think back about the full series and about just everything that it's fucked up. Feel free to pop into my ask box if you're curious about my other Star Wars related opinions, I'm more than happy to answer, though know that for the majority of the recent shows, I do not look fondly.

But if you are looking for some vindication on not enjoying recent Star Wars things, then this is the blog for you!!!

#dave filoni critical #ahsoka critical #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #rambles #thrawn #nightsisters #ezra bridger #sabine wren #star wars #where the fuck is everbody? #anti filoni

[lilyblackdraws]

198 - Plume as every class.

Musings on the choices below.

Vanguard: This one's just Plume. You know this one.

Guard: I struggled a bit to find a good subclass here. A lot of them are kinda too fancy for her. Could've gone with Dreadnought, since that's just souped-up Charger, but went with Liberator because it's interesting. Her weapon is just a Monster Hunter Gunlance. During her charge-up time she sharpens and reloads the thing and waits for Wyvernfire to come off cooldown and also recovers her stamina. She starts her skill with several big aoe blasts and then goes into regular sweeps and slams. Plume's not very strong, so I took her coat away to lighten the load a bit.

Defender: Plume's not really suited to this class. I thought about Duelist, since she's already in the "stat stick" subclass of Vanguard, but it didn't feel right. I chose Protector because it's very plain and Plume's very plain. Double up the coat, put a lil guard on the halberd and that's good enough.

Sniper: There were obvious picks in Marksman (default) and Deadeye (great eyesight makes for good long range), but I didn't have any good ideas for Marksman and Deadeye felt too fancy again. Besieger would also play into the long range aspect, but I didn't feel it. In the end I went with Flinger because I liked the idea of her throwing explosive darts.

Caster: The "physical" jobs were easy. Plume can swing a weapon around just fine, but for the "magical" stuff I had to think a bit. I played into Plume's patience with Mystic. (That was also a point for Liberator) She knows to bide her time to find the right spot to strike. I went for a very different outfit base for the green classes, because I wanted something lighter. Mystic Casters tend to wear like "high society" clothes anyway for the most part. Iris and Ebenholz come to mind. I like the look for Plume; It's like a discrete bodyguard at a party. The staff keeps parts of her halberd and the three-pronged design is just an obvious thing for Mystic. The halberd blade can be the fourth point if she gets that module. The stored casts have an arrow-like appearance, because it felt nice. Another subclass I considered was Phalanx, but I went with this. Phalanx was too "hit take-y".

Medic: Medic. This is the class Plume's the least-suited for. I think the extent of her medical knowledge is enough for her to apply first aid and field medicine stuff, not be an actual Medic. But I also think that if you handed her a light crossbow with healing bolts prepared that she could handle that just fine. She looks quite happy here, which is a bit out of character. Not that she's never happy, she just tends to have a more subdued expression. That's because my basis for her pose is the "Think fast!" thingy. It made me laugh.

Bard: She could've been mostly any kind of supporter, aside from Artificer I'd say. The most "basic" type is probably Decel-Binder, but I only base this on the fact that that's our only 3-star type. She's not big on arts. But you don't need arts to sing. Plume's from Laterano aka "I can't believe it's not Catholic" so there's no way she didn't receive some kind of musical education. Probably some choir singing. I think it's a nice image, Plume sitting there, playing her bass and singing a little song. I like it. I also wanted to draw her in an outfit like this too. The specifics of the dress and the veil all play to my tastes.

Specialist: This could've been Executor too. It was either that or Ambusher, both work. Even when she's beaten and broken, Plume will keep defending you to the bitter end. You should meet her devotion in kind.

#arknights

[booppooo]

hi heard u were taking requests and i really love ur writing! can i req an ellie x f!reader where they sort of have a fight because of her close relationship with dina (reader sort of gets defensive when ellie asks why they don’t hang out but like it escalates) and then at the ball, she sees u dance with jesse, cue in MASSIVE jealously on ellie’s behalf and then it just clicks that she likes you… would prefer a happy ending 🫣🫣 for the sake of everyone on the ellie tag pls

How Does It Feel?

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

AN: ugh love this <3

Warnings: arguing, swearing, jealousy, kissin'

(Comment Credits!)

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This wasn't how patrol was supposed to go.

Usually patrol with Ellie was fun: taking out infected, making stupid jokes, sometimes gossiping or even flirting. But today you were feeling sick to your stomach around her.

You couldn't help but noticed how touchy her and Dina had been lately and how much time they were spending together. Sure - they were best friends, you all were, but you saw the way Ellie looked at her and the way Dina would smirk back. It made you furious. So the past week and a half every time Ellie asked to hang out you would brush it off or say you had picked up another patrol assignment and would be busy.

Now she had confronted you about it, and now you were fighting about it.

"It's nothing Ellie stop worrying about it." You grumbled while working on your gun at a workbench.

She huffed, "Y/n please just tell me what's wrong, I want to help."

"Yeah well..." you blew off some dust on your weapon, "you kinda can't."

"Kinda?"

You slammed your hands on the table, "Just stop! I told you to give it up already."

Her speckled nose started to scrunch indignantly, "You don't have to be a dick."

You gripped the cleaning cloth in your hand with enough force to crush a baby's skull and looked at Ellie in disbelief. But alas, you shook your head and decided not to entertain it anymore.

"Is it something I did?"

"Oh my god Ellie-!"

"Stop fucking avoiding my questions and just tell me yes or no!"

You could just smack her, "I don't have to tell you anything actually, so why don't you and Dina go eat shit and fuck off." Your attention turned back to your gun.

Ellie's jaw all but dropped on the floor.

She pointed to herself in frustration, "Oh so this is my fault? Ya know I wouldn't be hanging out with Dina all the time if you wouldn't keep leaving me in the dust or telling me you're 'busy.' Ever think about that Y/n?"

Heat tingled your skin as your fury grew to more intense levels, "Ever think about why I don't want to fucking hang out with you anymore?" You flashed her a side eye.

"I would like to know so I can fix it!" She was standing on top of you.

After sliding your pistol into your holster you stared her down. Dark green eyes boring back into your own angry irises and her mouth ajar in disbelief.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes!" She exasperated.

"Stop eye fucking Dina every time you see her."

With that you felt the color drain from your face and your instinct was to whirl around and rush back to your horse.

Ellie was left standing and watched you storm off, biting her lip and picking at her nails. Unsure if she should feel insulted that you were threatened by her and Dina's dynamic or upset she had made you jealous, either way she felt a deep guilt lining her stomach.

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Your hands felt small against Jessie's expansive pecks. He smelled like eucalyptus and the cool winter air as he pressed closer to you and held your hips tighter. Though you were tipsy, you still felt a genuine sense of excitement with him while you danced.

A more fast paced song began to play and he plucked one of your hands from his chest and spun you around leaving you to giggle against him when he snatched you back against his torso.

"You better stop before you make me fall in front of everyone!" You laughed.

"Make me." He smirked as he spun you out and back in, crossing your arms across your chest and swaying with you.

Little did you know, a certain red-headed girl was standing at the bar, grinding her jaw and holding her glass tightly - on the verge of making it shatter in her palm. After you brushed a light kiss against Jessie's neck Ellie tossed back the rest of her drink and went to stomp out of the winter ball, but a particularly sweaty Dina gathered up her wrist and pulled her onto the dance floor.

"Ellie! C'mon and dance with me!" She smiled, definitely drunk. Her face was a relief to see, but also made Ellie's heart leap into her throat.

Dina's back faced Jessie's leaving Ellie to catch glimpses of you over Jessie's much larger figure. You laughed and ogled at him, danced with a smile on your face and bit your lip flirtatiously. Her frustrated, forest glare couldn't peel away from you. That was until you shared a long, intimate kiss with Jessie and Ellie abruptly excused herself and left for her garage.

Pulling away from your kiss just in time you saw a sliver of Ellie's frame rushing through the door, then spotted an utterly confused Dina. Even in your slightly intoxicated state it didn't take a lot to put two and two together and feel your drinks hit the back of your throat.

"S-sorry I'm not feeling good...I need to go." You frowned at Jessie before making a quick exit.

As fast as you could you ran down the steps and followed the imprints of Ellie's fresh tracks in the snow until you saw her lit up by the moonlight on the road.

"Ellie!"

The cold made your airways sting.

Thankfully she turned to glance over her shoulder, but only to furrow her brows and clench her fists at you - yet she waited for you to catch up.

Her stare was deadly. She loomed over you and was nearly vibrating with pent up rage. Jealousy had an iron grip on her rationality.

"Listen.." you sighed, out of breath and still sick to your stomach.

But it was your turn to listen.

"No. Fuck you for chewing me out the other day on patrol just to - to fuckin' -" she pointed to the building where the ball was being held while her words jumbled in her mouth, "you're so frustrating!"

You tried to rack your brain for a rebuttal but every explanation you came up with seemed too pathetic to leave your brain.

"And just for the record, I don't like Dina. So stop trying to get into Jessie's pants because there's no fucking point." A few tears had streaked down her face and she was struggling to catch her breath. "I-I never liked Dina, she's just my friend. You're-"

You saw the words clot in her throat. She had finished the sentence in her brain but her body had slammed on the brakes, leaving her motionless and staring at you in humiliation. The feeling was familiar to you, everyone had experienced it at one time or another, but that didn't stop you from prying.

"I'm what Ellie?"

Her fists grew tighter and her jaw wired shut. It was like she was trying to scream at you telepathically while also cringing at herself internally. All of it made you grow impatient, and knowing Ellie she'd be too stubborn to give you a straight answer (and if she did it would take days), so you took it upon yourself to find what she would refuse to say.

For months you had wanted to do this. Calculating the perfect time, which place and how to create the right atmosphere to optimize the experience, but all of that was thrown out of the window. Right now was the time to do it - perfect or not, in the middle of the street with tension building between you two.

You swooped in, cupping her chilled cheeks and tilting your head, finally planting your lips firmly on her's. The only reason why you didn't pull away sooner was because her lips were so soft and delightfully warm that it made your whole body feel like it had been dipped in warm chocolate, what brought you out of it was a snowflake tickling your nose.

For a beat you stood with your palms resting against her face while you tried to read her, then you stepped back, "I'm what Ellie?"

"You're the one I like."

The words tumbled from her lips. Her eyes were still glossed over and you could tell she was still in a daze.

"Then..." you furrowed your brows, "then why were you flirting with Dina so much? Why didn't you just tell me? You knew I felt the same."

Her fists unclenched and she picked at her fingers bashfully, "Fuck Y/n...I-I don't know, it was stupid. I wasn't sure you felt the same and I didn't want find out yet because I like spending time with you."

"Ellie..." you sighed.

"I'm sorry. I like you Y/n. I really do."

For the first time in a few days her eyes met yours with something other than anger or irritation. To you it looked like compassion and yearning, which you reciprocated without issue. You took one of her nervous hands into yours and held it tightly, taking another step toward her. As if it were natural to her she scooped up your other cold palm, warming it as best she could.

"I like you too Ellie," you smiled, "Kiss me and I'll forgive you."

The words barely left your mouth and her lips were already on yours. This kiss was more than the one you shared before: deeper, more passionate, loving. Her tongue wet your bottom lip and slipped past to taste yours - it all scratched an itch you had been dying to dig at for a long time.

Slowly pulling away with a few last kisses in between, Ellie hummed, "Y/n...you're the one for me."

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x you

[ghostwitchs-art]

Full height chart for my Post-Corruption Wonderland AU (click for quality)

Individual characters + little blurbs about them under the cut:

Having avenged her family’s death, Alice has finally been able to process her grief and begin to heal, and Wonderland is healing with her

Design notes: A healthier complexion and some small weight gain, brighter clothes (without blood) and Lizzie’s key (one of her only family mementos) replacing her omega necklace. Kept Jupiter to represent joy and optimism, and added Chiron to represent healing and spiritual growth. Drawn with one of her weapons because I didn’t know what to do with hands

Her greatest ally through all of Wonderland’s troubles, but still a snarky little shit

Design notes: Distinctly less emaciated, no blood in his toothy grin. Leans more into his Asylum concept designs

Paranoid and scatterbrained. Despite Wonderland’s slow return to its former glory, he keeps Alice alert to any signs of trouble, no matter how small or ridiculous. She considers him on of her best friends

Design notes: a little fluffier, not much else changed

Alice “rules” Wonderland (not that Wonderland can be controlled that much), and each Domain has its own ruler to help Alice manage things easier (will elaborate on this later). These two rule Forward Industries, though they lack much tangible power due to the ever-growing Union. They are tinkerers who want to invent all sorts of bizarre technology for the people of Wonderland

Design notes: Open wounds are healed and prosthetics are more practical

Being kicked out of the domain once named after him, The Hatter bitterly took over The Crockery. The two domain’s heavy connections (they are basically one domain to some) means Alice often has to step in to mitigate the fights between him and Dormouse and March Hare. The Crockery itself has a tiny population and little going on, so Hatter can spend most of his time trying to one-up the rodents inventions

Design notes: Combination of his original design and the Asylum concept design. Sort of like his old self, but not completely. Holding a mini-eyepot, one of his inventions

The Red Queen is a reflection of Lizzie. A foil to her, if she was alive. Regardless, Alice can’t let go of the connection, which led her to be more forgiving of the Queen’s past actions than others. Really, she just wanted to control Wonderland in a desperate attempt to save it, but with a disastrous amount of force. As such, she has been reinstated as ruler of the Queensland, but she is micromanaged the most out of all of them for the people’s wellbeing

Design notes: Really don’t like the Madness Returns design so its essentially been retconned (it doesn’t really make sense for her to look like young Alice if she’s represents Lizzie, and also its kinda lame). Based on Asylum concept art, her appearance is more “normal” than in the first game (not having horns, having hair, etc) but still monstrous

He originally became conductor of the Looking-Glass Line after the corruption era ended, but was later instated as ruler of the Deep Blue Sea after the Carpenter was deemed unfit to rule. Like the Crockery, the population is small and almost exclusive to Barrelbottom, so his responsibilities are more on the level of a mayor, hence his garb

Design notes: I put the mayor hat and sash on him because I thought it was a fun idea lol

Not allowed to rule the sea, Carpenter continued running the Dreary Lane Theatre, whose productions have vastly improved in quality. Citizens can enter the building confident in their safety with the Walrus’ head mounted above the door

Design notes: Really liked how his design looked in the theatricals cutscenes, has a more dramatic feel than his regular 3D model

Abandoned a life of royalty to run the largest Snout farm in Wonderland. Still just as self-absorbed as ever

Design notes: Dress is a combination of her actual in-game outfit and typical farmer garb from the 1800s

Back from the dead, and not in the form of a ship. He is the ruler of the Vale of Tears, and is widely recognized as a hero for his battle against the Jabberwock in the war

Design notes: Stylized version of his in-game design

Rules the Tundraful, living at the peak of the frigid mountain. A philosopher who Alice comes to to ask the complicated questions in life. Generally helpful, but his answers are often more poetic than practical

Design notes: Cooler color scheme hearkening back to the first game design, and more fur to fit the cold region he lives in

#alice madness returns #amr #American McGee's Alice #ama #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #post-corruption au #amr post-corruption au #alice asylum #this au is very personal and self-indulgent so its probably not going to appeal to many people but im posting about it anyway. fight me

[noahsresources]

reflective prompts.

sometimes your muse reflects on some things about themselves, your muse, or another muse. on things that are new, things that are old, and things that just haven’t changed, even with everything they’ve been through together. darker & spicier prompts towards the bottom! CW: swearing, mentions of drinking & smoking weed. feel free to edit pronouns/descriptors as needed, & play around with context ♡

❝ you look ... different.  ... happier.  like there’s a lot more pep in your step. ❞ ❝ you still have this air of ... sadness about you. ❞ ❝ you don’t need to try so hard to be good ... deep in my heart i know that you already are. ❞ ❝ ... i still have this burning desire deep inside to ... to fuck over everyone, everything, that has wronged me. ❞ ❝ everyone makes mistakes, even you. ❞ ❝ i still have no idea what i’m capable of, even after all of this ... ❞ ❝ i still feel like such a cruel son of a bitch ... like a murderer, even ... ❞ ❝ you’re still such a leader ... in so many ways. ❞ ❝ my family would be so ashamed of the person i’ve become ... ❞ ❝ i finally think i’ve learned how to show a bit of mercy. ❞ ❝ you know, going around following strangers is gonna get you screwed one of these days.  haven’t you learned anything from the past? ❞ ❝ he’s/she’s/they’ve really mellowed you out.  it’s nice to see you taking on this kind of change. ❞ ❝ i can’t believe you’re still so sensitive here. ❞ ❝ dammit, i hate that i’m still sensitive there ... i thought i grew out of that ... ❞ ❝ i loved when he/she/they touched me ... but i guess i won’t be feeling that anymore ... ❞ ❝ i think getting married to him/her/them helped him/her/them see the world a little differently.  like things aren’t so bad. ❞ ❝ your bladder’s still small as ever, huh? ❞ ❝ ... whoah ... you look incredible in that suit and tie/tuxedo/dress/gown/other specified article(s) of clothing ... ❞ ❝ he/she/they still look(s) like he’s/she’s/they’re gonna piss his/her/their pants. ❞ ❝ haha, [name] ... still hiding from everyone/everything, huh? ❞ ❝ you’ve come out of your shell so much.  ... i can’t help but feel kinda proud of you. ❞ ❝ you/he/she/they doesn’t/don’t seem like the kind of person who would do something like that. ❞ ❝ i feel like i’m drowning in your eyes ... ❞ ❝ no, keep singing for me, please ... you’re quite good. ❞ ❝ look at you, begging for attention like this ... so cute ... ❞ ❝ ... being lied to has never broken my heart this much. ❞ ❝ ... do i love him/her/them?  not even i know ... ❞ ❝ ... you’ve never cried like this before ... are you okay? ❞ ❝ i wonder how you got this scar ... ❞ ❝ who knew you could be so shy? ❞ ❝ still the same shy person as always, huh? ❞ ❝ i never knew that you/he/she/they could be so adorable. ❞ ❝ i haven’t actually spoken to him/her/them for quite a while ... i have this sense that he’s/she’s/they’re still so wounded and bruised. ❞ ❝ you do not seem like the kind of person who’d be afraid of something like that. ❞ ❝ he/she/they look(s) like he/she/they just got bit by a snake, died, ascended to heaven, descended to hell, and ascended back up to the overworld. ❞ ❝ so, you finally learned how to use my weapon. ❞ ❝ ... have you ... have you ever kissed anyone under the stars before?  ... just like this? ❞ ❝ i never took you for much of a swearer.  it’s an interesting change. ❞ ❝ ... i’ve never really been much of a swearer.  i guess it just comes with the changing times, right? ❞ ❝ ... can i ask how you lost your arm/leg/finger(s)/toe(s)/other extremity? ❞ ❝ ... it’s an old gunshot/stab/etc wound ... i didn’t think it’d still be visible after all this time ... ❞ ❝ heh ... glad to see that he/she/they didn’t kill you after all. ❞ ❝ ... you killed him/her/them, didn’t you ...? ❞ ❝ .... he/she/they ... killed [muse name] ...? ❞ ❝ ... no way ... you fucking kissed him/her/them! ❞ ❝ ... no, you did not sleep with him/her/them ... ❞ ❝ you never seemed like the type to like drinking. ❞ ❝ i didn’t know you smoked weed ... gimme a hit. ❞ ❝ fuck ... i haven’t felt this kind of ecstasy in ages ... ❞ ❝ man, you’re high as a kite ... ❞ ❝ hang on, you’re drunk.  i’ll help you. ❞ ❝ oho, now just where did that hickey come from? ❞ ❝ ... you look kinda sexy in your underwear. ❞ ❝ damn, you’re real hot when you’re naked, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ i didn’t know you were into dressing so sexy like this. ❞ ❝ who knew you’d like it when i touched you like this ... ❞ ❝ ... i love it when you touch me like this ... ❞ ❝ i want to trace all the curves in your body ... to touch every part of you that i’ve always wanted to but never got the chance to ... ❞ ❝ th-that feels good ... right there ... ❞ ❝ fuck ... your hands feel so good there ... ❞ ❝ does that feel good? ❞ ❝ who knew you could get so riled up so easily? ❞ ❝ keep moving that hand down south and you’ll be crossing a border that can’t be uncrossed. ❞

#rp ask memes #rp ask meme #rp memes #rp starters #rp starter #ask meme #ask memes #rp prompts #romance #fluff #angst #dark #suggestive #memes #mine

[rosapexa]

WiP Whenever

Thank you for tagging me @chevvy-yates , @wanderingaldecaldo , @gloryride 🖤

I'm working... Ok, working is not the right word for that. I'm experimenting and losing my mind over this for weeks now. And honestly i've been depressed so many times over this, it really hasn't been fun in a while, unlike making the tattoos for V-Lexa. But also i can't let things go, when i start something, so taking a step back and just leave this for a while, was not really an option (and i tried). And i really wanted to make something for her.

And since yesterday, i think i'm finally on the right track. Maybe. Hopefully. We'll see. Sorry, i'm rambling.

Anyway...

I always wanted to give Lexa some tattoos. But there hasn't been anything so far, which i thought would fit her. And also tbh i didn't even really knew myself what i wanted for her. And tbh it was kinda difficult to find something, cause everything i tried, wasn't "good enough" for her and i was (and still am) constantly unsure, if i'm not ruining her.

It was a lot easier to find something for V-Lexa. Not because i care less about her, but because she's in comparison relatively new and i'm still figuring everything about her out.

But Maelstrom Lexa has been around for quite while now and allthough i want changes, i'm so scared (yeah, it doesn't make sense). Also it doesn't help, that her personal lore is about wanting (Maelstrom) perfection and making her body the perfect weapon -.-

Aaaand i'm rambling again. Ok... Changes:

New tattoos of course. Lexa LOVES skulls. On her clothes, as decorations... So that is also mostly the theme for her tattoos. A lot of skulls. But she also got two "let's get some ink while blackout drunk" tattoos (she's not always perfect xD). On her right hip you can get a glimpse of a "yelling" cat, which she got after Salem adopted her and she just wanted to show off, that she now has a fur baby. The other is a Maelstrom logo on her leg which she got shortly before her initiation, when she got extemely drunk with Royce and Dum Dum and decided it's time for a gang tattoo. And of course they thought it was an awesome idea 😂

There's a tattoo for Johnny as well. It's the heart on her right arm. Not a cute heart, since we're still talking about Lexa, so it's the... literal organ 🫀 I still have to add Johnny's name and their wedding date to it. Also i would like to give him the same tattoo, but i'm not sure about that yet. Mostly because i'm hesitant to change his tattoos and don't want to get yelled at for that 🥴.

I got rid of her vanilla body scars and trying right now to give her some custom ones. Because i always thought she doesn't have enough scars, since she's fighting a lot and she sees them as trophies. But that's just an idea for now and i have to see how this goes, cause i'm not really understanding what i'm doing (normal maps wtf!?). I would also like to work on her face scars, but that is even more confusing.

I also thought about making my own skin color for her, cause sometimes her skin looks too red for my taste. I would like to have her paler and with even less color. But i didn't have any succes now, cause nothing looked good enough.

Other stuff:

I'm tidiying up Johnny's NPC+, cause every time i gave him a new outfit i just threw the things into his mod folder without organizing anything. And now i have a ton of stuff and no idea, what is for what. Also there are a lot of appearances, which i will never use (again).

I'm very slowly working on a mod for the Aurore Outfit: Pants, bra, top and jacket. I like this outfit so much but as usual, i need COLORS 😂 Currently only the pants are more or less ready, so this will take a long while until i can share it, since priority are definitely things for the blorbos.

Also in between i make some poses, but these are mostly just for myself for now, cause i'm actually too lazy to make them good enough for the public (at least i know how to position the camera to hide the chaos) or to retarget them for other couples besides M/F.

I think, that was it for now. Which was already too much again 🥴

I'm tagging @togepies , @miss--river , @thelonestrider , @wraithsoutlaws and @dreamskug for a WiP sharing. As usual without any pressure of course 🖤

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Rosa's OCs: Lexa #WiP Whenever

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness Chapter 22 Snippet

“Who’s this Melanie?” A voice purred from behind me. A girl’s voice. I ignored it because ignoring women was my MO.

“I don’t know Miltiades, some new huntsman.”

“He’s decent looking.”

“Tall, too.”

I looked around. There were two girls looking at me. They had dark hair and pale green eyes. I looked them up and down. “Are you talking to me?” I wondered. It went against my MO. Explicitly, even. One had a pair of silver blades attached to white boots to match the overall ensemble of a white dress. The other had red claws strapped to her back. The red claws matched a tighter red dress than the girl in white who could only be a sister. Maybe a cousin if I was stretching.

They looked damn near identical, though, so I was really stretching. 

“Who else would we even be talking to?” I looked around, the girl in white made a fair point. There was nobody even close to me. They were to either side of me out in the open. 

“So what brings a huntsman like you down here?” The girl in red asked. 

“I’m with him.” I pointed to Qrow, not seeing any point to lying. I pushed him into this place afterall. Out in the open. “Need to get him back on his feet but we’re a little short on cash.”

“And what is he to you?” The girl in red asked.

“He’s not much to be completely and totally honest. Family of a friend,” I answered vaguely. “I didn’t catch your names.”

“I’m Melanie Malachite.” The girl in white introduced herself. “And this is-”

“Miltia.” The other finished. Malachite, like the woman in charge. Well I'd better be polite and not fuck things up. That was all the advice I’d been given. 

“Well, can I buy the two of you a drink? Or drinks, rather?” I doubted they would be sharing.

Instead they just giggled a little at me. Cute girls laughing at me was nothing new though and after a few years it meant surprisingly little. Girls like this tended to laugh like that. It would be better for my sanity if I didn’t take it personally.

“I thought you were short on cash.” Miltia returned, hiding her smile behind a hand and failing. Probably intentionally.

“Short on cash for a pair of legs. Not for three drinks.” I lifted my glass to my lips. It was already empty and the glass clinked around in no liquid. “Make that four drinks. What’ll you two have?”

“A white russian,” Miltia said.

“A hurricane.”

I ordered for them and another whiskey for me. Then I slid the red drink to the girl in white and the white drink to the girl in red. I was sixty percent sure they were fucking with me. Somehow. And it was totally working. They were messing with my head completely and totally and probably for kicks. 

But they took drinks from their cocktails with a familiarity that threw me off. Maybe they did drink these exact drinks a bit. I nursed my own, making sure to take it slower on my second glass of something straight. 

The last thing Qrow and I needed was for me to be wasted. 

"So where are you from?" Melanie pulled back from her red drink and bounced out the words. I hope she wasn't clumsy because that drink would stain like a nightmare on her white clothes. 

"Vale. I, uh, I used to go to Beacon." I took my weapons off my back and set them on the stool to my left. The stool on my right was occupied by Miltia. 

"We're from Vale too." Miltia said. 

"Not really the biggest fans of Beacon students but we can make an exception."

"Lucky me." I slipped. "Well the 'ex-Beacon student' is kinda important anyways. I left that place behind after the attack."

"We left with the collapse as well." Melanie added. 

"Decided it just wasn't safe enough." Miltia clarified. 

"Makes sense. I was out of there in a hurry myself. How did you two get here then?"

"Airship." Miltia informed me. 

"Our parents own several so we just flew." They  were sisters, then. 

"Must have been nice," I let myself grumble. The thought of my feet aching from walking ached. 

"Sounds like there's a story to how you got here." Miltia pressed. 

"I walked, rode horses, and took a train. Just extra steps comparatively. More monsters, you know?"

Melanie blinked. “You ride horses?”

“Well aren’t you a regular old fashioned knight.” She eyed me in my thick armor. She may be reading into my look and figuring some other things. They were all wrong but she was figuring some things.

"I had to learn on the way. It's not like that."

"Did Qrow Branwen teach you?"

"You two know Qrow?"

"We know about Qrow." Miltia corrected. 

"Some hunters are famous like that."

"Him and his sister are both well known but there are others too." 

"Winter Schnee, Glynda Goodwitch, General Ironwood." Melanie counted. 

"Well Qrow didn't teach me that but I suppose he is mentoring me in other things."

"Like what?" Miltia asked. 

"Like being a better fighter, I guess. He knows a lot about how to kill things, and not much else to be on the level with you." I reached the bottom of my drink and debated with myself before ordering another one. I was on the heavy side anyways, so it should be fine? "I really try not to take his advice on other things."

“You’re a heavy drinker.” Melanie watched me order more whiskey. 

"Yeah. That's one of those things I really don't want to pick up from Qrow but it might be too late. I might have the sort of addictive personality that leans that way."

"You're not sure?"

"I'm really not the kind of guy that goes to bars much."

"You seem like a regular to bar or club life."

"Yeah. With the right haircut you could be a plain old ladykiller."

I blushed. "I don't think so..."

"Come on."

“I know, let us give you a makeover.”

"Nobody likes a good-looking guy with no confidence."

"Nobody likes a guy with the wrong kind of confidence either. Trust me on that one." I thought of Weiss. She really hadn’t been all that into me. Like at all. But hot girls not liking me was nothing new to my life. It was the rule and there were two redheaded exceptions. Weiss was… probably a friend? Now? I wasn’t really sure. I learned to dislike her a little as a self defense mechanism. And to be fair, while that was probably an unhealthy coping mechanism, it kept me slitting my wrists the short way rather than the long way. I sucked on my third drink. My vision was getting a little shaky and my lips and face a little looser. "Where did you girls train?"

"Train?"

"Get your huntswomen training, I mean."

"Huntswomen," Miltia giggled. 

"I know he's so careful." Melanie laughed back. 

"Listen, I have gotten my ass beat by so many women that it pays to jump through that kind of hoop. It just does."

"We don't have any formal training." Miltia returned to the previous question. 

"We're from the mean streets of Vale."

"We're with the gang so…" Miltia finished. 

"I see." I nodded along. 

"You think it doesn't count?" Melanie prompted. 

"It's probably more real than any training someone gets at like, Signal." I disagreed with her implication. "My real training came from after Beacon fell, in the wild. Hunting criminals and real Grimm instead of practice dummies or training partners."

"Plus whatever Branwen is teaching you."

"Eh." I managed. "The chair happened around the same time that I met him. Most of the training he has given me has been verbal rather than hands on. All-l, really-y." I slurred slightly. 

"You seem perfectly capable anyways."

"Maybe gang life would suit you."

I watched Miltia trade drinks with Melanie. They took a pull from the others' drink in perfect synchronization. At my look she leaned over. "We don't mind sharing things." She winked. 

"Uh huh." I managed stupidly. “So what kind of haircut should I get? Asking for a friend.”

“I don’t know.... What do you think Melanie?”

“Well he looks alright now but he could tame it even more. Slick it back and nice and short. Nothing to grab onto but it would be smooth.”

“Yeah, he’s sort of in between right now. Like go scruffy or comb it over. Pick one and commit.”

“Pick one and commit…?” I trailed.

‘Yeah. You’re scruffy-”

“But not full on scruffy. And you have the comb over-”

“But you didn’t commit to it. If you’d pick one and go with that one who knows what could follow.”

“No one likes a guy who’s indecisive.”

“Seems to me like you girls don’t like a lot of guys,” I cut in. “Indecisive, no confidence, wrong confidence. Boy, is there anything about me girls actually like. I’m honestly asking.”

“What should your angle be? You mean?” Miltia asked.

“Yeah? What cards do I play? I’m too nice for edgy and too honest for mysterious.”

“Well you’re tall and broad so you’ve got that going for you,” Melannie pointed out. “Everyone likes a huntsman. Who doesn’t like a huntsman?”

“Nobody.”

“Okay, I hear that. Let me ask you something. I met the most beautiful girl in the world when I was at Beacon. A smart, gorgeous huntress. Let’s say I was really trying to impress this girl and I tried everything I could think of. I tried singing. I tried asking her to the dance. I tried asking her alone and in groups and in and out of classes. I tried it all. Okay? I tried literally everything and the kitchen sink.”

“And nothing worked?” Melannie asked. 

“Nothin’,” I said. “Nothin’ worked. Not a damn thing. I think she hated me.”

“Well it sounds like you were trying too hard. Nobody likes that.”

“And if you’re going to go honest you have to commit.”

“C-o-m-m-i-t,” Melanie hit the back of her hand into her palm with each letter. She spelled it out for me which was good because I’m fuckin’ stupid. “Honest is fine.”

“Honest is good, even. But if you’re dishonest in any way a smart girl will smell that from a mile away. You said she was smart right?”

“The smartest.”

“So what did you really do?”

“We can’t tell you unless you’re completely honest with us,” Melannie ordered. 

“Real talk?” I asked. “I… I tried to fake my confidence… and most of my personality...”

“Yeah that’s not gonna work.”

“That’s not gonna work at all,” Miltia agreed. “You can't play the nice guy card and then try and fake it like that. A girl just knows.”

“A girl totally just knows. We would notice if you were faking it right now. It’s like a guy faking their orgasm. It’s not a thing.”

“It’s not like girls can really fake it either…” I pointed out. “It’s pretty obvious and world shaking when a girl finishes for real. And when you do it right she isn’t sure if she wants more or less. Can’t fake that. Come on.”

“He knows…” Melannie trailed. 

“He’s onto our entire gender.”

“Who would have thought?”

“Scraggly, tall, and blonde has moves in the bedroom.”

“Please,” I waved off. “It’s so stupid easy to make girls come. It’s literally brain dead. If I can do it, anybody can. The clitoris and G-spot are not hard to find. You can make a girl finish even when she is begging you not to.”

“Can you not with guys?” Miltia asked.

“Not a chance. It’s easy to get a guy into it but if he’s not completely into it you cannot get him off. Bet.”

“Is that a challenge?” Melannie wondered. “Are you challenging us?”

“Bet,” I repeated. I finished my drink. 

#melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #Jaune arc #weiss schnee #qrow branwen #rwby #ff7 #motion sickness

[pepperonibread]

NPC Dialogue for Kiran and Jessie

@sanddusted-wisteria inspired me and I finally got around to doing this. I was just going to do Kiran but I figured I would throw in a few lines for Jessie too because, I mean, it's Jessie and I feel like people like him a lot more than Kiran. Rightfully so. This is all cheese and kind of makes fun of them but I also kind of love it?

KIRAN:

Intro: “Hey. I'm Kiran. People around here think I'm kind of a big deal. Can't imagine why, though. You're a builder too? Huh. Lots of those around recently.”

Acquaintance:

How's it going? Find anything weird in the ruins lately?

Hey, you haven't seen a ring lying around in the sand have you? No? Okay. No reason...

Sometimes the best thing you can do is zone out. Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing right now.

Sorry, did you say something? I wasn't paying attention.

Buddy:

So you're from Highwind too, huh? You know that ruin down by the beach? That obscene drawing on the wall in there? Yeah, that was me. Pretty funny, huh?

Well you see, I lost my wrench about three days ago. Do you mind if I borrow yours?

Best tip when Cooper goes on a rant? Stare directly at his forehead and just wait it out.

If you're every behind on commissions, try spreading out everything one thing at a time. If that doesn't work, you're probably in the wrong profession...Maybe I'm in the wrong profession...?

Everyone here is really friendly. It is kind of off-putting at first, cause everyone wants to know your business and all that. Everyone's gotta talk to you every day and ask how you're doing. By the way, how're you doing?

Good Friend:

If you find any weird bones in the ruins, you should show my brother Jessie. He studied anthropology. What? Wrong thing? I'll admit I have no idea what it means either.

My mom keeps sending me letters about what's going on while I'm not home. Truthfully, I think she just likes to put her inner thoughts on paper. Ever heard of journaling, Ma?

I broke a guitar string last night. Sometimes you can really get into it, ya know?

Hey, I know I've asked you a dozen times, but if you see a ring in the sand anywhere - please return it ASAP.

Sandstorm: Whatever you do, don't look up. Or down. Or sideways. You know what, just stay inside. What am I doing out here? Builds character.

Rain: Oh man, my boots are gonna get all sandy and muddy!

Player has a new haircut: Lookin' good, builder. I can fix up those bangs if you want. Hm? Yeah sure. I know how.

Player has panda eyes: I see I am not the only one who stares at the ceiling all night.

Player cuts a tree in front of Kiran: Listen, I'll mind my own business if you promise not to tell on me when you see me do that!

Player attacks Kiran with a weapon: Whoa! Nice aim. Let's just try to keep it away from my ankles, yeah?

Birthday: My birthday is the 6th of Spring. But my mother always said it was cold and rainy when I was born. You know what? I haven't seen my birth certificate in a few years...

Day of the Bright Sun: When I was little Jessie convinced me that we were supposed to stare into the sun as long as possible on this holiday...You can imagine how that went.

Showdown at High Noon: Don't take this the wrong way, but I hope you've been practicing. Me? No, I haven't really, but I'm still pretty confident I can take you down.

Day of Memories: People around here can get a bit somber this time of the year. I'm just worried I'll see that weird ghost lady...Kinda the same thing?

Tour de Rock: I tried a glider in Highwind when I was a teen. That was the day I learned that extreme sports ain't for me.

Running of the Yakmel: The only thing these beasts are good for is tipping. Don't believe me? What do you mean you're going to tell Coop?

Winter Solstice: Dancing I'm not a fan of. But the drinking? That I can get behind.

Loved gifts:

Gold ring: YOU FOUND IT? Peach's left nut! I was about to tear my kitchen sink apart!

Intoxicating Dream: It's no Highwinds Finest, but it'll do.

Liked gifts:

Clothing: I keep telling myself I got to wear anything other than these jeans. Guess I'm not the only one who thinks that.

Liked dishes (sweets): Oh man, you don't wanna see me with a sugar rush but I don't really have the heart to say no because that looks REALLY good.

Tools or Materials: Thanks! Now I have two of these!

Neutral gifts: Huh. Thanks. I'll make sure I don't lose this in a drawer somewhere.

Disliked gifts: Umm, not a big fan.

Hated gifts: Is this a joke?

Complimenting appearance: Thanks! I don't really take the time to really put myself together, so it's nice to hear that someone notices I guess.

Complimenting work: Heh. It's just what I do. People complain I'm too modest about it. But it gives me something to do, at least.

Complimenting personality: What about it? My ability to go on about a random topic or my ability to provide a story of my own every time you tell one?

Asked about her past:

It's not something I really like to bring up. I had to...leave something behind a few years ago. But we all make mistakes, right? What matters is how we move on from them...Or distract ourselves enough.

My pop was a member of The Flying Pigs. He was really good at it too. But one day before I was born he got half is leg blown off by Duvos on a mission. He...well, rightfully never got over it.

My brother and I fight a lot. One time I broke his nose. The other day, I was THIS close to knocking his teeth out. But he's a pretty great dude.

I never knew how much I liked a sunset until I moved here. It's kind of one of those things you have to stop and look at when you catch it, don't you think?

Asked about work:

I don't think I'm the best at what I do, even though everyone around here seems to think otherwise. But this community is strange, an neurotic, and apparently incapable of constructing stable water towers.

Asked what she likes to do:

My dad taught me how to play guitar when I was really little. Every time I wanna wind down, I pick it up and play some of the things he taught me. We don't get along that much anymore, but we'll always have that I guess.

I really like hanging out with horses. Sometimes even more than people. Twister doesn't like a lot of people, so I guess he and I are a perfect match.

It's easy to get distracted, but even harder at finding the perfect distraction when you WANT to be distracted. That being said, if you know of any good distractions that involve looking for UFO's or causing havoc in some way, let me know.

JESSIE:

Intro: Hey pal. What brings you here? You're a builder? That's cool. I'm Jessie. Make sure you don't go messing with my sister - just kidding, mess with her all you want. I encourage it.

Acquaintance:

Not enough people take their shirts off around here when it get's hot out....What? Why are you looking at me like that?

You seen Kiran around? If you do, remind her to eat something. Or not. I can't control what you do.

Don't mind me. I'm just debating if I should go running now or later.

Buddy:

The people of Sandrock certainly have...interesting personalities. Not saying that's a bad thing, but I'm not saying it's a good thing either.

I would highly advise against running in the open desert. Mirages are real. If you see a giant purple chicken, you probably should turn back. Trust me.

Good Friend:

Rian lives the life I wish I had. Not worrying about a thing. Slacking off from work. Must be nice not to worry about things all the time at every given moment - anyway, what are you up too?

If I had made it into The Flying Pigs I would have been a pilot. Say, how much would it cost me to commission a plane from you? You know what...forget it.

You didn't hear it from me, but Zeke has a 'secret garden' up at the farm, if ya catch my drift...

Sandstorm: Oh, please! I used to go out running in all types of weather!

Rain: If you're going to make a wet t-shirt comment, do it now before I get too self conscious.

Player has a new haircut: My mom used to cut my hair. It was...well, she should stick to being a chiropractor.

Player has panda eyes: Light! What is with people not sleeping around here? Is it the desert air or something?

Player cuts a tree in front of Jessie: The better man in me tells me I should tell on you, but the better man in me doesn't want to deal with talking to Burgess.

Player attacks Jessie with a weapon: Hey! Watch it!

Birthday: Birthday? Mine? It's the 5th of Winter. Yikes, I'm getting old.

Day of the Bright Sun: Did Kiran tell you the story already about what I told her when she was a kid? Ha!

Showdown at High Noon: Hey, I'm all for knocking people out if they deserve it, especially Logan. You wanna place a bet?

Day of Memories: I was out on the cliffside today and saw some weird lady out there. Don't worry, she disappeared right after I talked to her - wait.

Tour de Rock: These people will do anything dangerous about half a dozen times, huh?

Running of the Yakmel: You go ahead. I'll just watch.

Winter Solstice: Another year has passed, builder. I'm not one to make resolutions or anything, I'm just here for the food.

Complimenting appearance: Huh. Well, thanks. People say I look a lot like my dad...you know, minus the missing let part.

Complimenting work: Not many people understand what I do. I don't blame them. If you think people are weird now, just imagine what they were like in the Old World! Whole bunch of weirdos.

Complimenting personality: Wow, at least SOMEBODY appreciates my sense of humor.

Asked about his past:

I wanted to join The Flying Pigs after my old man. I trained every day for a long time - just to totally flunk the entrance exam. That's just the way it goes sometimes.

I went to Atara University and got a degree in Anthropology. I didn't know what to pick when I was enrolling, so I picked that.

Asked about work:

I study a lot of relics to try and learn what people were like in the old world. Although, most of my research focuses on old music. It doesn't really benefit the advancement of the modern world according to Qi, but at least people have new stuff to listen to on the radio.

Asked what he likes to do:

Break hearts. Take names. Make no promises. Just kidding, I like stargazing and playing guitar.

#mtas #AHHHH

[ageless-aislynn]

Oooo, you play mass effect, it finally clicked in my head. Who do you romance in Andromeda?

Also, I really did enjoy the game regardless of the amount of hate it got

ZOMG, you must've missed me at my most Andromeda obsessed, lol! I haven't actually been able to play it since last November, when my previous computer gave out and then this one has been super lousy. However, as soon as I can hopefully get my Vegas back on and thus be able to GIF (and vid) again, I'm planning on going back to Andromeda to finally finish the big Ryder twins romance GIF project I had going, lol!

In short, I've romanced every single option available except Scott/Peebee and Scott/Jaal. Scott/Peebee was in progress when I got derailed. But here are some posts I've made about various things, if you'd like to see them!

Sara's romances with Jaal, Reyes, Peebee and Vetra

Scott/Cora and the shocking, unexpected Scott/Harry romance 😂😜

I was working on the Scott/Gil vid here

I've vidded Sara/Reyes, Scott/Cora, Scott/Gil and my final vid ever was about Scott and his dad, Alec

Mass Effect: Andromeda incorrect quotes

Me at the bottom talking about doing an Insanity run and showing my Sara in her Mjolnir-like tanky armor plus the name of my crafted weapons 😂

I absolutely adore this game and I've honestly missed playing it so much! Also, did you know that Kate Kennedy aka Kai from Halo is the voice of one of the Angara?

I romanced Avela as Scott JUST for that fact alone, lol!

Anyway, like I said, I never did get the chance to finish making GIFs for all of my romances and I still hope to finish those last two for Scott. As for which are my favs...

Sara: Reyes. I'm a sucker for that scoundrel, what can I say? 😍😇 But Vetra is a close second. I have to physically restrain myself from flirting with her if I'm planning on romancing somebody else because there's no way I'd hurt my best Turian girl like that! 😱😉

Scott: Gil surprisingly became my favorite "I have to make SURE not to click the flirt options if I'm romancing somebody else" romance. I also, no surprise, loved his romance with Reyes. Cora also was great!

I honestly really enjoyed all of the romance options, except for Keri's (the reporter) and not for any fault of hers but I disliked how she looks kinda uncomfortable with either Ryder flirting with her while she's just trying to do her job. I felt like a real creep, I have to say! 😩Then at the end, after I've annoyed this poor Asari at her workplace this entire time, the "payoff" was we went from a table at the Vortex to Ryder's just suddenly outside of her room? Not even a kiss? 🫤(I legit have headcanoned that Keri never actually let Ryder into her room, just went in herself, closed the door, and left them out in the hall, lol! "That's for continuing to come on to me and never taking the hint while I'm clearly just doing my job, you creep!" 😖😂😉)

If I could've romanced Evfra *points up at his pic above* I totally would have because I'm a sucker for a good "enemies to lovers" trope, lol! And I think Evfra would haaaaate himself for falling for the human Pathfinder. 😍😍😍

I clearly have put a lot of silly thoughts into Andromeda, lol! Anyway, thanks so much for letting me ramble about this! Who did you romance? Have you played as both twins or do you prefer just the one? Default or custom? Do you mod? My computer was coming off the rails at the time so I've only stuck to what's available in-game but I've seen some beautiful Ryder twins and some awesome clothing options with mods. 😉💖💖💖

#mass effect: andromeda #mass effect andromeda #sara ryder #scott ryder #pathfinder ryder #reyes vidal #gil brodie #cora harper #vetra nyx #me:a #my beloved #it's definitely missing andromeda o'clock around here #lol #thanks so much for the ask! #empresskadia #ageless aislynn

[quirrelli]

Quick and dirty Kiriko redesign

Main issues I tried to address:

The shilouette is pretty meh. It's not dire but at a glance/distance there is potential for confusion. So I tried to exaggerate notable features (hair, mask ears, hakama) and added a spear, like she has in some of the concept art. For one thing it looks cool and for another, it's been established through the Shimadas that these animal spirits are tied to a weapon and a spear fits in very neatly with a sword and bow.

The design is bland. (Which at least makes her fit in with the other OW2 default skins lmao). The first time I saw her I literally thought it was a D.Va skin. The idea, I would guess, was to merge traditional japanese clothing with modern day hip street fashion vibes and it just doesn't come together at all. Instead of enhancing them, all the aspects that should have visual impact are watered down. From her leggings to her face, there is no flavor; except in that trash garbage mask-visor nonsense. So I leaned into the traditional clothing, since leaning into the "hip young person" would just make her even less distinguishable from similar characters. I also tried to add some bits and bobs for flair (like the seals on her arms), just can't be bothered to really go into texture and detail atm.

Generic personality. This is more of a vibe thing than a character design thing but I want her to, at least at first glance, come across as a bit more cool and confident, maybe a little mysterious and just more interesting than the knock off Tracer/D.Va she turned out as. She can still be a bit of a goofball behind the mask but I feel her protector role demands that she can be at least a tiny bit intimidating.

That trash garbage mask-visor nonsense. My least favorite part by a goddamn mile. It just looks so fucking dumb and there's no way to make it cool; with its teeny kitten ears, dumbass white eyebrow triangles and perfectly flat bottom cut off. Again it's like mixing two things (naruto style ninja headband and kitsune mask) and ending up with the worst of both worlds. And you just know the reason she doesn't have a full or even half mask is because god forbid you can't see a female characters cute, utterly indistinguishable from the other cute 20-somethings, face. Fuck you, she gets a whole mask and it's badass.

Color. Her color palette has powerful "I'm 14 and this is my OC" energy. Actually, everything about her kinda has that, but the color palette especially. Now, I'm the first to admit that color isn't my strong suit either but even I can see some very obvious improvements. Like, why are her normal healing and her ult different colors? To me that's unnecessarily confused and looks bad, simply put. On top of that, they're yellow and cyan respectively, aka the most overused colors for glowy things ever. So I picked a yellowy orange bc it matches the fox motif and sets a nice contrast with the Shimadas' blue and green, just like the red in her outfit does. I incorporated some of that orange into her clothes as well, you know, for cohesion, and kept the green hair as a nice complementary to all the warm colors.

Feel free to make suggestions for improvements, might do a V2 eventually

#idk to me that already works much better and with some more finessing could be pretty awesome #kiriko is the first (and so far only) OW character I looked at and went “wow that's pretty fucking weak” #even the second worst design (Echo) is merely boring #my stuff #overwatch #ow2 #kiriko

[why-what-no]

theres nothing more i love than a mf who responds fast to my request, and u are that person.

hello, i would love to request another billy hargrove x reader, (i would also love if the reader was the lead singer of flyleaf and played electric guitar), so basically they both meet on his first day of school, shes the only one who didnt really care abt him so that caught his eye (yk how the other ff abt him x this kinda reader go) BUT she’s uninterested, and shes the type who wears baggy clothes, is kinda spiritual, kept to herself most (but not shy) so obviously hes not very public abt his interest with her or their relationship , and the bullies (like tommy/carol) would bully her but from only afar. she has “FLYLEAF” tattooed behind her ear and billy notices that, so he goes to every place that bands play at just to find out who they are, he finally found them, finds out reader is the lead singer and he just instantly figures out he loves her (u can decide how it goes from there) I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE LOL IF IT DIDNT U CAN JUST WRITE WTV U WANT JUST PLS LET THE READER BE A SINGER. thank you so much

My Rockstar

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: MF who responds fast, you say? Is that a challenge? Damn you, weaponizing my people pleaser-ness against me lmao. All jokes aside, this was fun to write, I love getting interesting requests.

It had barely been a few weeks since Billy had been at this boring school in this boring town and he was already getting sick of it. He had instantly become king of the school, and could have anything he wanted.

Well, almost anything.

(Y/N) was a classmate of his and the one interesting thing about this town. She also happened to be so uninterested in him that it would have been hilarious to anyone else if they knew how much space she occupied in his brain. He wouldn’t say he liked her or anything, but she certainly kept him on his toes.

They met on the first day of school. While the other girls flirted with him, or at least showed interest, she barely even looked at him. And when she did, the look of dismissal she threw at him caught him off guard. He wasn’t used to that.

He was determined to change her mind.

“Hey!” He strode up to her near the end of the day, after spotting her at her locker. “I saw you in the cafeteria this morning. I’m Billy, just moved here. From Cali.” He said, giving her his signature smirk. That was usually what it took to get a girl to fall over for him. He didn’t really know why he wanted this girl to like him, maybe because he wasn’t used to being looked at with such contempt.

“Good for you.” Was all she said, barely paying attention to him as she closed her locker and started walking away.

He nearly gawked, used to his lines working. He jogged to keep up with her, looking over her face before glancing at the ink behind her ear.

“Nice tattoo.” It was just a word, but the font was nice and it was cool to see a girl with a tattoo. Especially here “What’s it mean?”

“It’s my band.” He tone was cold, not looking at him. “I play the electric guitar. And I sing”

That surprised him, but only a little. With her baggy clothes, and frigid aura, she seemed like exactly the kind of girl to be on stage loudly making music. “Cool.” He said with a smirk. “It a little garage band, or do you guys actually play for people?”

“We play for people, we go to bars around town over the weekends and play there.”

“Maybe I could listen to you guys some time.” He offered, trying to keep a conversation going. Trying to figure out if she was actually uninterested or just putting up a front.

But she just scoffed. “Sure.”

“Sure?” He mimicked her with a grin. “I’m serious. Really, I wanna hear you guys. I mean… you’re like the only girl who hasn’t fallen over me all day.”

That got him her full attention, but not in the way he wanted. Her expression was one of contempt as she turned to face him.

“You know, if you’re trying to flirt, maybe don’t be such a cunt about it?” Her voice was harsh. “You know those girls aren’t actually interested in you? They’re just bored and you’re new, they’ll lose interest after a while. And good for them.” He was almost shocked at her sudden annoyance as she took a deep breath. “And maybe don’t insult the girls I’ve grown up with as a way to flirt with me? Just a thought.”

She stormed off, leaving him amazing and a little insulted.

***

He asked Carol and Tommy about her the next morning, wanting to know what he was up against. No suprise, but they didn’t like her.

“That freak?” Carol asked, wrinkling her nose. “What the hell do you wanna know about her?”

Tommy was a little bit more helpful. “She’s in some rock band with some other girls here. Probably a satanist, I think. Or like, a hippie. Doesn’t really talk to people.”

That told him exactly what he needed to know. Any known interest in her would hurt his popularity. But… he couldn’t help thinking about her. He tried to ask Tommy where he band played, but he didn’t know.

That started the strangest thing he ever did, going to a different bar in Hawkins every weekend to see if he could find her. After a couple of weeks, his efforts were rewarded as he watched her and her friends perform.

As he watched her nimble fingers on the strings and her voice like a siren’s, he couldn’t stop from admitting the truth to himself. His interest wasn’t impersonal like he tried to tell himself, he was fascinated by this girl and everything she did. Wanted to really speak with her, to do things, go places with her. She would probably turn down an offer of a date, but he was at least going to try.

(Y/N) only spotted him after they were done, cornering him in the parking lot after she had packed up. “What the hell are you doing here?” She asked suspiciously, ready for another confrontation.

“I said I wanted hear you, didn’t I? Had to go to practically ever bar in this damn town over the last few weeks to find you.”

It was her turn to be shocked. “You’re stalking me now?”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Well, it’s not like you have me a location. You’re really good by the way, and, you know, nice voice.”

The compliment softened her a little. “Thanks.” She said, still suspicious, but less hostile. “I didn’t think you were serious when you said you wanted to see us perform.”

“Oh, deadly serious.” He smiled at her, hoping that her confession meant that she didn’t still dislike him. “Listen, I know we didn’t start off on the best hand, what with me being… what did you say? A cunt?”

She chuckled, clearly unapologetic. “Yeah, you deserved it.”

“I did.”

His words made her cross her arms, cocking her head to the side. “Why the change in behaviour, Hargrove? The other girls get bored of you like I said?”

“Nope, still interested.” He stepped closer, encouraged when she didn’t move away. “But I figured if I stopped acting like I did before, I’d have a better chance of convincing you to go on a date with me.”

“Are you serious?”

“Like I said, deadly. So? You interested?”

“Why?” She demanded.

He shrugged. “You call me out on shit? I have to try harder with you? I don’t know, maybe I just like you.”

“You like me?” There was a pause. “What would the date entail?” She finally asked.

“Whatever you want.”

She thought about it for a second. “Fine.” She said. “But you can’t pretend we aren’t together to your friends. I won’t be a dirty secret.”

“Pinky promise.” He assured her, too far in to care what Carol and Tommy think. “They’ll be so jealous when they find out I’m dating a rockstar.”

“Sure.” She laughed.

“Really, you’re my rockstar now.” He threw an arm over her shoulder, walking her to her car.

“I’m starting to regret this.”

“Enough to cancel our date?”

“… no.”

He grinned, looking at the girl he had been pining for for ages. “Great.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #my fics #stranger things billy