#someone who lost their home would want to go back there and rediscover it

[alwida10]

Apologies if you've already answered it. I've been reading your metas today and linked posts and ngl I really love them and I feel like we're in full agreement with everything.

With season 2 of Loki merely 6 weeks away (idk, are you going to watch it? I think I will, regardless of my current feelings about it) what are your thoughts about the upcoming season? What do you expect we'll get in it? Do you have any hopes for it, or do you think it will be more of the same. The current promo does not give me a good feeling tbh. Also do you think Hiddleston could leave the mcu at the end of season 2? Or at least if this could be the last time we see TVA Loki. Sorry for lenghty ask 🙈 my season 2 anxiety is off the charts, I expect it will be more of the same with Sylvie leading the story and Loki following her and I'd love to hear your thoughts about s2

Awww, thank you!!! Season 1 was something I felt so deeply for! All my hopes and dreams were focused on it. And then it shattered me in a way I didn’t know was possible. Now, I see that it took me a full year to cope and decode what I was feeling. The metas I wrote during this time (including the survey) are more like an open diary of how I processed the show and stabilized my mental health. It means a lot to me that now those thoughts may help others, too. 💚

I’ll put the answers under a cut, because there are some triggers included.

what are your thoughts about the upcoming season? What do you expect we'll get in it?

Frankly, I expect the season to focus mainly on Sylvie and her character development. If I put my criticisms aside and try to see what the creators wanted to do with the series, it looks to me like their only goal for Larry was to morph him from a villain to a hero in a way that would be undeniable for the general audience. This was achieved by him watching the video and finally finding someone he cares for. So his arc was completed in season 1. His role now is probably to serve as a guide for her, and maybe to discover that his true power is only achievable through or with her. I don’t count this as “his” arc especially, but more the core of the general admiration Sylvie is supposed to get from everyone in-universe. It’s a part of being a Mary sue. As is excelling at everything, even stuff that is opposite to your characteristics and you have no former knowledge on that would make it seem believable you’d excel. Like this, you know?

I‘m quite certain of this because Eric Martin is a huge fan of Sylvie and the ship. If you want to confirm I suggest looking at his Twitter. His tweets imply he intends to stay true to Waldron‘s and Harron‘s original ideas. This was confirmed by some people working on the set of season 2. I made the effort to find the original post, and it turned out that two people contributed to the post I experienced as thoughtful and reliable on Reddit. I personally believe those leaks.

Do you have any hopes for it, or do you think it will be more of the same. The current promo does not give me a good feeling tbh.

I think it will be more of the same. Sorry, I wish I could tell you something more to your taste. I absolutely share this feeling, and so do others.

Also do you think Hiddleston could leave the mcu at the end of season 2?

This article claims that Tom was supposed to leave the MCU at the end of season 1. Allegedly, season 1 was supposed to have 12 episodes and only was cut short because of Corona. This would mean that the original end of season 1 would be now the end of season 2. Does this mean he will leave? I can’t say. Disney‘s stock is progressively decreasing. Social media opinions on the MCU seem to grow more and more negative and depreciating. Perhaps Iger and Feige feel like Tom is one of the last strong pillars and try to keep him. At this point, I wouldn’t put it past them to try to keep the MCU afloat with Tom’s personal fandom. I don’t think that will work since Google stats show that his popularity decreased after season 1 to a point where it is now below the level it was after endgame. But they might attempt it.

Or at least if this could be the last time we see TVA Loki.

Even if he leaves I assume cameos are always a possibility, especially now that the studios are utilizing AI. But Loki? I‘m heartbroken, but I am very sure we have seen the last of him in TDW (and Ao3). May his reign bring him all the joy he deserves.

So last but not least:

idk, are you going to watch it?

I honestly don’t know. I certainly won’t pay for it. The last time I always watched the episodes was the day they came out so I could write my thoughts down here. But ngl, I’m tired of the fighting, the anon hate, and the feeling that opinions online are getting more important than the love for Loki. Right now, I’m trying to focus more on my fanfics than on the canon. Season 1 made me unable to continue my fics for almost a year. I don’t want to repeat that with season 2.

I still think that the show has done great harm to the fandom, to (some) people with poor mental health who needed Loki as a focus point, (some) gender-fluid or non-binary people who got exposed to sexism because of it, and possibly Tom‘s reputation (based on the google trends Infos). But for season 2 we know what to expect. We know it’s not Loki but Larry who will appear. And in this case, I think it might be best to leave the season to those it was made for, so they can enjoy it and keep as far away from it as possible.

If you want to watch it and still want to give Disney some negative feedback, I recommend watching every episode more than 7 days after it aired. Afaik Disney only counts views in the first week as real interest. Alternatively, 🏴‍☠️.

#mcu loki #loki series negativity #loki series criticism #loki series critical #anon asks #loki season 2 predictions #anti sylv!e #ok I should be more precise #I’m not blaming a fictional character for anything happening #Sylvie can’t *help* being what she is and I wouldn’t demand her to change #I blame the writers for writing her in an imo annoying way #and the season 2 promo is hitting all the points I dislike #she’s royalty-McDonald’s is the opposite of that #if it was Burger King… #no just kidding #any fast food would be unfit #and why would she chose earth of all the realms??? #someone who feels alone and starved for connection wouldn’t settle somewhere where all her new friends would DIE of old age after a week #someone who lost their home would want to go back there and rediscover it #she would look for her mum for the valkyries for anything that would be HER #honestly the only way i’d believe this McDonalds stuff is when she used her mind tricks to get all those stars #because fast food serving? I heard so much complains about it #don’t tell me short-tempered Sylvie puts up with repitive tasks in a disrespectful environment #had she chosen to become a professional bear hunter or firefighter … sure #but McDonald’s? nope

[herbeloved82]

Home under the falling snow

Daniel looked outside the window and an uncontrollable shiver shook his whole body. Winter had been his favorite season for a very long time, since he could remember he had enjoyed the falling snow that would cover the ugliness of the city, at least until the dirt turned it as gray and impure as everything else.  

In his mind as a child, Daniel had thought that under the immaculate blanket, everything that was wrong could be hidden and forgotten. Then he grew up and saw how cars and the dirt of the streets beneath the white would soon pollute the snow, turning something beautiful and pure, into a mess of waste and decay. 

That had been when he began to realize that nothing beautiful could last in a world that was made to destroy everything that was weak and fragile. 

“Come back to me, my love,” awarm voice said from behind him as a powerful chest pressed against his back. 

Oh how easy it would be to lose himself in Marius’ arms. To allow the older vampire to take away his pain and substitute it with lighter thoughts. Marius always had a healing power about him, his mind the safest and calmest place where Daniel was allowed to recover and rediscover himself again. 

“I’m right here.” Daniel said, hoping against all odds that Marius wouldn’t realize how that wasn’t the real truth. His body was there, obviously, but his mind was far, far away, in streets he hadn’t visited for decades now, in cities he couldn’t even remember.     

“Your mind is not, and I’m afraid I can’t follow where it is wandering now.” 

That was always an obstacle between them. Daniel’s terror of having his mind violated and Marius’ refusal to go sneaking there even when it appeared to be the only way to calm him down. 

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” Daniel continued. He knew Marius  constantly worried for the people he loved. For Lestat and his fledgling, for Armand, his own beloved cherub, broken and twisted into something he was never meant to be, for the Sacred Parents who were no more, for Pandora and Bianca, even when too much happened between them and their love couldn’t be anymore. Daniel knew that and he was still shocked, every day, that he could be counted among the people Marius held close to his heart. 

“It’s just - winter reminds me of home, but I don’t know where home is anymore.” 

Daniel knew if there was someone who could understand what he meant, it was Marius. Who else had lost so much, time and time again, and still kept standing, a beacon for their kind and everyone who was lost? 

Not for the first time, Daniel wondered who had been there for him when he had needed a moment to rest to lay down the burden he always carried and rest? Sadly he knew the answer even if he didn’t want to think about it. 

“Home is such a strange concept, dear one. When I was young, still human, home was where the Penati laid. When I grew up and became a Senator, home was Rome and where she could reach. When I was taken and became the guardian of the Sacred Parents, home was their shrine. Then home became a person and I think only then I realized home is almost never a physical place.” 

Daniel slightly turned in the embrace, to look at Marius, and he realized his lover had now the saddest expression in his eyes and hated himself for forcing him into misery. He didn’t have to ask to know who Marius’ home was. 

Without thinking, Daniel opened his mouth once again, as his eyes closed, too scared to keep looking at Marius in case the man rejected what he wanted the most. 

“Would you be my home?” 

He felt Marius tensing behind him and for a moment the slow and rhythmic beat of his heart rushed, like Marius was still human, or at least maintained the human’s nature of being surprised.  

“It would be an honor.” Marius answered after a moment of silence. The time he needed to really understand what Daniel just asked and to realize that yes, he wanted to be Daniel’s home, he wanted to provide him with what had been taken from him by life and the choices he made. Perhaps, like that, they could both really begin to heal. 

As the snow kept falling outside and the world was once again hidden under the white quilt, Danuel turned in Marius’ arms and kissed his lover, hard. 

Sharp fangs cut into the perfectly shaped lips, drawing blood they shared. The fire burning in the hearth was the only witness of this moment of tenderness between immortals. 

END      

#De Romanus Coven events #Marius/Daniel Appreciation week 2023 #Marius/Daniel

[cvntrlseecvntrlvee]

- STRAY KIDS FIC RECS

[♡]=personal favs, [♕]=smut, [☼]=fluff, [☁]=angst

↠ bang chan

↳ 600 degrees by the7thcrow — ☼ | 5.1k

you can’t cook. like, really can’t cook. good thing your cute neighbour is here to help clean up the mess.

↳ as the waves crashed on the shore by starlostseungmin — ☼ | 500

↳ ease by fizzydrink698 — ? | 2.5K

He didn’t take long to melt under your gentle attentions, letting out a small sigh as you massaged his scalp, fingers occasionally sliding down to his temples to slowly ease away the tension built up there.“You’re good at this,” he remarked, eyes drifting to a close.

↳ heartbeat by sulfurcosmos — ☼ | 2.5k

↳ instinct by fizzydrink698 — ♡, ♕, ☁ | 52.6k

The unspoken, simple reminder that you are an alpha, and Chan is not.

↳ touch \ part01 \ part02 by fizzydrink698 — ♡, ♕ | 13.3k

“Why?” Chan asks, and his hand drifts up to undo his top button. “Are you here to play nurse?”

↳ wolfsbane by healinghyunjin — ♡♡♡, ♕, ☼, ☁ | 16.7k

You took a deep breath before lifting your head, staring right at Chan. “I can be your collateral – as your wife.”

↠ changbin

↳ hypothesis by fizzydrink698 — ♡, ♕ | 9.1k

“SpearB is probably, like, really good at going down on women.”There’s a sudden, loud spluttering sound, and you look up to see Changbin choking on his Americano.

↳ respite by fizzydrink698 — ♡, ☼ | 5.2k

“Is that what you want?” you ask. “Friends?”His eyes dart up to meet yours, raising an eyebrow as he gives you a look. “…Among other things.”

↳ set on you by chanbeanie — ♡, ☼, ☁ | 23.7k

you think life hates you because you’re convinced that the universe conspired to help seo changbin exist at the same time as you do.

↠ felix

↳ lee felix's guide to hating you by yyxgin — ☁, ☼ | 21k

↳ sugar sugar by hyunnows — ☁, ☼ | 21k

Teamed up for the annual Bake-Offs, your ex-boyfriend Felix and you have to work together to win while rediscovering your past love for each other.

↠ hyunjin

↳ beautiy and the beast by froggybaek — ☁, ☼ | 9.4k

there were tales of a prince so beautiful, so handsome that even the gods would bend to his will; he was said to live alone in a castle by the lake, rumored to have killed his parents to earn aphrodite’s blessing. you are but a poor villager who strayed too far from the path home, lost in a haunted forest - until a certain, mysterious boy rescues you.

↳ cherry chapstick by angelwonie — ♕, ☼ | 8.9k

being hopelessly in love with your best friend is bad enough in itself, but when you decide to spontaneously kiss him at a party and he kisses you back — that’s when it gets complicated. or maybe it’s not complicated at all.

↳ descent to hell by hwangsify — ☁, ☼ | 13.7k

someone like minho would have told you to keep your distance from hyunjin; that he is something inhumane— dangerous and flammable. but you are already waist-deep in those dark pools of liquid glass that he has for eyes.

↳ just in case by the7thcrow — ☼, ♕, ☁ | 8.6k

your valentine’s day plans of bad cable and a bottle of wine take an unexpected turn, as when leaving the office you witness a completely different side of your least favourite coworker, hwang hyunjin. perhaps valentine’s day really does hold a little bit of magic.

↳ moonrise // moonlight by healinghyunjin — ☼, ♕ | 12.6k // 6.5k

Seeing your future husband for the first time, you knew immediately, even from afar, that the rumors hadn’t even begun to do him justice. 

↳ nobody compares to you by scxrlettwxtches — ☼ | 7k

You loved your dance captain, you swear you did, but why he consistently paired you with Hwang Hyunjin was something you’d never understand, especially since all the two of you ever did was dance, fight, and then do it all over again. 

↠ minho

↳ the love languages by rachalixie — ☼ | ?k

↠ seungmin

↳ eighteen by soobnny — ☼, ☁ | 19.8k

it takes you a while to realize being known is being loved, and kim seungmin just so happens to be an expert in the study of you.

↳ kiss me like you mean it by jl-micasea-fics — ♕ | 1k

↠ multi

↳ title track: nowhere i'd rather be by lotus-dly — ♡, ☁, ☼ | ?k

#masterlist #fic recs #fic rec nav #skz masterlist

[cutiedwaekki]

STUDY-EXAM-LOVE-FOOD

Hey ! What you're about to read is an old fic that i posted on my previous account that I had deleted, fortunately thanks to the reblog I was able to access it again so for those who have not read it enjoy it and those who rediscover it have fun ♡

summary : seungmin's grades are falling, so Minho his professor has a plan in mind, he would tutor seungmin and bring lots of treats, making seungmin gain weight. fortunately for the younger, seungmin knows minho's ulterior motive. the older liked bigger guys, so why not turn the tables and make his tutor fat ?

warning : although this is SFW there is also presence of force-feeding at the beginning so be warned

Seungmin was the typical ordinary student. He attended college, tried his best to attend classes and do well in exams, often went out with his friends and was invited to parties. In short, he was living "a normal life".

At least until realizing that the lessons and exams were much more difficult than he imagined, and he quickly realized this when he saw his high school average which was excellent making him the smartest student in school. his class, at the average of a normal student a little below the limits of failling his class.

The main reason ? Surely he was enjoying his new life as a young adult, giving less time for his studies than he used to.

And that, Minho noticed very quickly

Who is Minho? His full name is Lee Minho, he was an economics teacher in Seungmin's college and happened to be one of his teachers.

Minho took an interest in Seungmin's case from the moment he entered college, wondering how the brunette could be so attentive and present during class but not manage to reach the general average of the class.

He wanted the best for his students and didn't want him to fail and later regret not continuing. Then we must admit that Minho had a little crush on him as soon as he saw him, after all he was only 26 years old and Seungmin turned 20 last month was an adult so it was completely legal for him to like him (at least out of college because he was risking his job but he likes danger)

So far everything seems normal or worthy of a good cliché fanfiction, yet what I forgot to mention that is most important was that Minho had always been attracted to chubby guys. He loved everything about them , from squeeze each fatty part to feeding them until they felt like they were exploding, eventually massaging their big bellies with a smirk. In all the relationships Minho had had, his boyfriends were either chubby, overweight, or end up to be huge because of him.

by the way there had been a lot of gossip about Mr. Lee and the art history teacher Mr. Han whose students saw him go from a model size to wear 2XL in just a year. But this rumor was quickly denied, anyway this is the kind of rumor that hung around Minho, if someone around him was chubby or fat, everyone saw it as his fault or that he caused it

But back to our story! So Minho proposed to Seungmin to be his tutor after school and him 1 to 2 hours of lessons per day to improve. Seungmin accepted without hesitation, he was really concerned about his grades but he had lost the habit of studying so he got stuck in a vicious circle where he did not study so he had bad grades so he was mad at it and lost the desire to study and so on...

They therefore met at Minho's home, as soon as he had set foot inside his home, offered him a snack before starting the tutoring session, out of politeness Seungmin accepted, not expecting to have to eat a dozen packets of cake and crisps. Minho told him that it was to study better by talking about the benefits of eating well before each session of studying.

In addition to being nice and treating Seungmin like a friend he invited to his home, he knew how to quickly regain the upper hand and be very strict as a teacher (but at the same time he offered a treat for each correct answer Seungmin said.)

Then after two hours, they finished studying and Minho insisted on offering more snacks to congratulate the brunette, he refused at first but Minho insisted several times before opening one of the bags and stuffing a handful of chip directly into Seungmin's mouth. The brunette could have spit it all out and leave, but strangely he stayed and even ate various bags, returning home with a bulging tummy.

Telling this to his friend Jeongin who knew all the college gossip, the fox-like boy told him that according to rumors Minho was known in his old college where he teaches to be a "fat admirer" and make his boyfriends fatter.

At first Seungmin refused to believe these rumors but then he thought back to Minho's attitude and the looks he was giving his belly which was pushing against his shirt (did I forget to mention that even though Seungmin was relatively thin, he had a small soft belly and generous hips? Well now you know it) and even though he felt uncomfortable at first with his insistence on making him eat all his snacks, Seungmin couldn't ignore this fact and despite that he was not disgusted by Minho despite his attitude close to be unacceptable (but the next day Minho apologized sincerely and even offered to file a complaint against him if he had made him uncomfortable but Seungmin refused, pretending that he hadn't been embarrassed by her attitude, saying that in reality he had ended up loving that moment )

The only thing Seungmin didn't like was being the one who was going to be "secretly fattened up", no he felt good with his few extra pounds no need to gain more! But Minho on the other hand, if he liked to make people get fat, he wouldn't see any problem in getting fat too, would he?

This is how Seungmin tried to turn the tutor's plan against him. He continued to study diligently but when he ate, he now offered Minho to eat snacks with him. If he didn't want to reveal his plan then he too had to eat all his snacks or it would be bad considering he has so many chips, cakes and other junk food without eating any of them.

So he ate reluctantly at first, then in the evening it became a pleasure. In fact Minho was a big eater, eating anything that was given to him or put in his mouth! Then since the two got closer emotionally, they had a few dates that all happened in a restaurant or a cat cafe. Each of their dates they had to have food and Minho gorging himself

Then after a few weeks, the effects appeared! The tutor's formerly slender body had rounded out, his hips had widened and his thighs had grown even thicker than they already were. His belly hung over each of his shirts and pushed against each of his shirts and other tops as the buttons resisted to stay in place.

However, Minho did not notice all his changes, his life as a teacher took up all his time and he had many dates with Seungmin and as Seungmin complimented him each time, he did not notice his belly resting on his knees when sat where his double chin he was developing.

He was in folds preoccupied and wanting to fatten up his new boyfriend who had gained a lot of weight too. Even if Seungmin didn't want to, he had put on weight, not as much as Minho who stuffed himself with every meal, but enough to go from a guy with some curves to a chubby guy, his arms had thickened, his belly had doubled for is original size , now he got small moobs landed against his tummy, his hips had become even wider and he was developing a bubble butt large enough for Minho to touch or smack him whenever he could away from prying eyes

They were growing as much as the love they felt for each other by teasing each other at the slightest opportunity.

What about Seungmin's notes? Minho continued to tutor Seungmin, becoming very serious and concerted at such times. Especially that Seungmin's grades were improving so he was not going to stop there.

I could stop here and tell you that's a haopy end for them and that's true, but would it be fun to tell how Minho realized he had doubled his weight in less than a year?

Well, it was during one of his lessons, he was talking passionately about the importance of primary socialization to develop other socializing traits or something like that (students weren't really listening) , forgetting that now he was waddling and that every step he took made him out of breath quite quickly. But the funniest thing was his shirt which almost ripped at all times, the gaps between the buttons clearly showed the oily belly of Minho which caught the attention of all the students.

After all the teacher was considered to be the sexiest teacher in this college and he had become so .... so fat and full in a short time without to lose so much of his aura of attractive guy (Seungmin confirmed).

And then after breathing a little too hard, one of the buttons of his shirt fell off, Minho was silent and observed the button lying on the ground, then wanting to lower himself, take it and continue his lesson as if nothing had happened, else buttons popped until his chubby belly was visible to everyone leaving everyone speechless but the most amazed was Minho had been in denial for all these long months and now he realized what his body had become .

And , he LOVE IT, he love seeing his belly hanging down preventing him from seeing his feet, then he had a superb ass, he loved teasing other people's (espacially Seungmin's) but he never thought he could had such a big ass too

but he quickly had to focus on his lesson again before he got a little too excited about it

In the end in the evening, he gently disputed Seungmin for having fattened him up, rather ironic when he was the one who had started by giving a packet of chips to Seungmin! But well in the end it had had a fairly positive impact,

Now they were dating and loved each other and the brunette had regained the taste for learning and studying and now both fed each other and wanted to grow up to their desires

what a good ending and yet this is only the beginning for them

#weight gain #my fic #skz chubby #cdoldfic

[strawberrylemonz]

We’ll Meet Again - For the Blood God

Hello readers,

As I am writing this, it has been 3 hours since the announcement of the death of Alex "Technoblade". If you haven't watched his final video and don't plan to, no worries. You are completely valid. For those of you who are grieving alongside the community, it's okay to grieve. I can't begin to imagine how his close friends and his beloved family feel about all this. The pain of losing a loved one, a friend, is unimaginable.

I had always seen myself in Technoblade. Having only been 3 years younger than him and with a similar personality and set of interests, I related easily to him. He helped me learn to accept myself, flaws and all. I must agree with his words, I really am a nerd.

His videos had been a great comfort to me throughout my life. I remember watching him play Skywars on the school laptops the first day of high school as a homeless teen. I remember watching him a year and a half later, my family finally in a home after years. I remember watching him mess with Phil and Tommy with his goons before the pandemic caused a worldwide shutdown. I remember the 2nd Potato War, after I had just turned 18 and my school left for Spring Break, none of us returning. He was there, winning the Minecraft Championship with the rest of SBI, keeping a smile on my face as I prepared for my pandemic graduation. I remember watching him go against Dream for $100,000 during my first semester in college, days after my nephew was born. Even as my college dreams slipped through my fingers, and I felt like a complete failure, his content kept a stupid smile on my face.

The world genuinely lost an amazing person. He has inspired so many, and so many rediscovered their passions and purpose thanks to him. Out of everything he's said, he was right about many things. I miss Technoblade very much, but, true to his word, he never dies. Technoblade never dies because he will forever live in us all. His memory and his impact will live on in the lives that he touched.

It's okay to grieve, it's okay to feel lost. I, for one, am devastated. I have not cried this much and have not felt so much pain since the passing of my grandmother a decade ago. We must remember to get back up again. Even if it feels hard and impossible, we can do it. We much live our lives to the fullest, no regrets. It's what he would have wanted. Continue to write your poems, your stories, your songs. Draw to your heart's content, play new games, cook new foods, try new things. Hug those around you. Tell someone you love them. Look at the stars, learn something new and exciting, help someone out. Life is too short for us to take it for granted.

For those who may not know, there has been merch released in remembrance of Technoblade. A portion of the proceeds will be going towards fighting cancer. You can also directly donate, if you have the means to do so.

"And I hope you all go on to live long, prosperous, and happy lives, because I love you guys." - Technoblade, "so long nerds", June 30th, 2022

Let's do exactly that. Let's move forward, sorrow and all, and show him that we can live on. He's watching us, always has and always will.

I read that once you die to cancer, the cancer dies too. You don't lose, it's a draw. And Technoblade never loses.

He will be remembered as an effortlessly talented, intelligent, friendly and witty man.

So long, my favorite nerd. You have been, and always will be, the one and only Blood God. I can't wait until we meet in the afterlife, so I can thank you and then give you a piece of my mind for that remembrance merchandise. Only you would do such a thing.

"If I had another hundred lives, I think I would choose to be Technoblade again every single time, as those were the happiest years of my life." -Technoblade, "so long nerds", June 30th, 2022

#technoblade #technoblade never dies

[sigridhawke]

🌹🌾🌺🌼💫 tell me more about those crimson ocs!

Absolutely!

Since you mentioned ‘those OCs’ lmao I will answer these with the group shared last night which was Rune, Odin, Thane, and Felix! This is also going to get really long so I’ll do the first question then the rest under the cut.

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Rune:

Rune feels most at home in his actual village home. He’s traveled the world before, didn’t really like it. At home he can sit on the edges of the village or in the mountain ranges leading up to it catching travelers as they come by an intentionally make their lives worse through riddles just cause he can. It’s what sparks joy for him and somehow hasn’t landed him on the side of misfortune yet. Home is the place where he can be himself without consequence.

Odin:

Odin was originally from across the seas before the cataclysms, home ended up becoming the place he built and the culture he crafted. He was the initiator of dragons making an ancient pact with nagas which lead to all dragons having essentially an ‘assigned naga.’ So being in his element makes him feel most at home/most useful. After he lost his soul whoever, things got a little complicated, but he did get it back and the man who initially planned to fight him to the death ended up saving him/he fell in love with him. While their relationship is complex, home is his territory/lair, Vespera, and his partner Thane.

Thane:

Home is a place Thane has to relearn/rediscover ever 30 years. He has the misfortune of being caught in a timeloop as a consequence of the magic used to retrieve Odin’s soul. No matter how long of those 30 years it takes tho, home (9 times out of 10) ends up being where Odin is.

Felix:

Home is and always will be Lunaria Kingdom and wherever his dear older sister is.  Born and raised in the kingdom, no matter how far he goes, Lunaria will always be home.

Rest of the questions under the cut!

[Send me Soft OC Asks] [Crimson Tag]

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

These will be memes I will not apologise haha.

Rune:

He’s an insufferable bastard. But he’s my insufferable bastard (affectionate)

Odin:

No matter how many times I forget, no matter how much it pains him, he is always so patient and ready to accept whatever I make of our relationship, be it romantic or not. (Thane)

Thane:

I love a man who can kick my ass (lmfao)

Felix:

(Imagine how one would fondly describe their favourite fire emblem character, probably something like that)

🌺What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

Rune:

Not much scares Rune, he’s one of those idiots that would probably put his hand on a stove element out of curiosity and go ‘damn that was a bad idea.’ He does not fear dying for the foxfolk can’t die by normal means. If however he met the old god that broke out of his village’s mountain, then he would probably feel very vulnerable wondering if he might actually die.

Odin:

Odin, like all dragons, does not dream. Not because he can’t but because the dreamscape is a no go zone for dragons who don’t want to lose their soul to the god that roams there. His fear often extends to Thane and his people and their safety. He’s very adamant on trying to talk problems out to avoid escalation.  Perhaps his biggest fear is that the curse attached to himself and Thane cannot be broken, or what will happen to Thane if the curse is broken seeing as Thane is only human.

Thane:

When scared he will feek comfort in Muse (talking to the creature and/or hugging/patting it like one would a beloved pet) or hide away in Odin’s library. He has been keeping journals of his past ‘lives/cycles’ and if something terrifies him, his first point is often to look for comfort/answers in his past or seek out Odin.

Felix:

When scared Felix will seek out his sister. It’s not a common occurrence but in those moments he has doubts or fear, nothing is more reassuring to him than her words (and her baking). He’s also partial to sitting on rooftops and looking at the stars and moons to try and clear his mind.

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Rune:

Rune’s friends are anyone he decides is his friend in the moment, but also all the young fox spirits who appreciate his chaotic tendencies. He has not partner and no intention to find one, he is just out to live his best life until the Queen tells him to stop. For all his chaos he has a lot of respect for his village.

Odin:

Odin and Thane have an enemies to friends to lovers but stuck in a timeloop vibe going for them. Friends tho, Odin doesn’t have too many as he tends to outlive them all and so keeps many at arms length. He does come to treasure his time with Princess Natasha of Lunaria after learning she has magic that did not exist in his time/when the curse began and in later story to he has greater appreciation for her and makes an effort to travel across the sea to see her.

Thane:

Thane’s friend group changes every cycle, while he’s a little more reserved he’s also open to interaction and his circumstances are pretty widely known throughout the kingdom even if there is rumours and misconceptions on what actually happens. A constant in every cycles is Odin and his summon Muse who has not returned to the dreamscape ever since the curse began. There is a familiarity that always brings him back.

Felix:

Most of Felix’s friends are other members of the guard, while he’s captain there are two other guards Phyllis and Sawne, who have all climbed the ranks around the same time as himself. He has a soft place in his heart for Princess Natasha too as he was often employed to help find the Princess when she wanted to play games or avoid her studies. He sees her in part as a little sister.

💫 What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

Rune:

The horns are fake and he wears them just cause they look cool lmao. In his original story they were real and moving him over to this story it just felt wrong to take they away so now he’s just one of the foxfolk who wears a horn headband cause he can lmao. He’s an earth spirit/elemental but he acts like he’s an elemental of the stars and that’s also fun since he’s embodying the ‘I will cause chos on purpose’ vibe.

Odin:

He was originally designed by my beloved friend as part of a ‘create the most catering OC for your friend’ challenge and I absolutely fell in love with him. As such he holds a very fond place in my heart.

Thane:

When I decided he was going to be a summoner I had the big brain idea to make his main/only summon my art muse and honestly that was the best idea ever because I love my muse so much and it’s fun to actually have the big cat in a story.

Felix:

 He is a very old OC so I have a soft spot for him. He’s been through three or four iterations? Stories I never ended up finishing but throughout them all he’s always had the one arm, idk why I had that design choice initially but I really love that about him. Him how being captain of the guard and a reoccurring character in the story there is a strange sense of pride I think? Highschool me had him so emo looking and now he’s living his best life and I love that for him.

#original story crimson #tags asks and replies

[mason5555]

How do you start afresh at 45… it’s been a month since she left. I am still sitting in my own emotions, remembering what MY emotions are… I had lost myself in her…. The shame that carried… that was a month ago….

So proud of the way I have carried myself in such a hard situation. After such a long time together.. nearly 2 decades… well really how long were we really together… if ever.

The outcome of such a long toxic relationship with someone with NPD. You dive in so quick and I love/d soo hard.. I did not know that it was not real, it was real to me. She was my perfect mirror.. I honestly thought she was perfect for me.. I loved her hard… the trauma bond was sealed(I had no clue what a trauma bond was!)I could feel myself drowning and losing who I was… but I thought I could get her to see the way of love if I committed to it and loved her hard and appeased her every desire and disregarded her lack of return of effort or to use her words… “ I never made you feel like you were the most important person to me in the room”… it was one of the most honest statements ever made… Her actions backed this over and over again… Why did I still think things would change…I was 100% in constant freeze..always activated… always hyper vigilant… why did I stay when I knew I was not where I was safe…life got low… I chose to pass on explanation of this stage… the abuse and shame is still way to great…

It took to get this low to instigate the self sabotage, the losing any reason to continue to supply her feed.. if I can’t leave I will take out any reason for her to stay… yep l thought slowly losing my self worth and any effort into being the person I know I am… I just stopped. I had allowed the poison to take control .. I don’t like how low I have gone… it’s taken 3 years of work to pull me back to this stage to finally have the strength to start creating boundaries to allow me to grow again… this was Met with promises of change but to no avail it was just said in the passing moment cause it felt good and maybe real to her at the time. But it was only ever words… never equated to action..all this was a gift.. it was continue to enable me the sight and strength to know life should not be so dark… life was not dark I was in the dark. But I was gaining strength, I got some professional help.. at first I thought nah I am beyond help. But here I am.. still long way to go but at least I am now able to move forward… but how do you start again at 45!

Every day I am trying to do something new for me, it’s not happening quick but it’s happening. I can’t compare to her… she is behaving as someone with NPD would… I am erased and she has never been happier… a well timed song always seems to be there when you need them… it’s called someone else’s problem now(Raul) it was perfect timing. Not kidding myself… there are as many backward steps as forward… and they cut deep. So many lonely tears…

I am sitting in my loneliness and learning to turn it into something else … still learning but less hurting so it’s working. My soul is hearing my call to come home… but after sooo long it’s a journey.

I miss me… I am looking towards the future now and rediscovering me again and who I am, what I like… I liked who I used to be… I can never be who I used to be again but I think I can be a better person then I have ever been and shine… it’s not going to happen over night but I will smile again. Writing this reminds me to smile and how far I have come…

Every day I feel safer… still so many unknowns and I am sure difficulties to face but facing them myself and working through the pain… I don’t want to sweep anything under the rug to trip on later. 

Anyhow I hope whoever is unsure of where they are and where they are going might relate to something I have said and make steps towards a brighter light and future..We got this..

#new start #npdawareness #dv survivor #self love #reinvent #recovering #abuse survivor

[themculibrary]

Stucky/Bucky In Wakanda Masterlist

And Cookies, Too? (ao3) - SilverRowan_Ivy630951 T, 6k

Summary: “So, what made you come to Wakanda?”

“Steve thought Stark was joking and agreed to the position right on the spot.”

“Hey!” Steve protested. “There hadn’t been even a single rumor that he was going to open another Shield Coffee Shop, much less one in another country. Not even a whisper. How was I supposed to know that the man was legitimately asking?”

“You’re just lucky that you chose me for who you’d want to work here with you. I’ll be damned if I let my husband move to another fuckin’ country with someone that wasn’t me.”

Bird-Naming (ao3) - aeli_kindara T, 3k

Summary: It doesn’t really matter that he wants it. Being deprogrammed is just as terrifying as being reprogrammed, for most of the same reasons, and a couple new ones besides.

By land, air and water (ao3) - BlueLuna T, 5k

Summary: It's their first Christmas together since they've found each other again in the modern world. Bucky just wants it to be like when they were kids and is trying his best with what he's got. Steve just wants to get back home.

Flames in the Mountain (ao3) - Kellyscams, Madara_Nycteris E, 9k

Summary: After retiring from a life with the Avengers, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have been living peacefully in Wakanda. When they're invited along with the rest of the Wakandan tribes to attend a Jabari feast no one knows what to expect--least of all Bucky. Who has a blushing little crush on the Jabari Chief, M'Baku. This night will certainly be one for the books.

Home (ao3) - Lady_Darkness T, 974

Summary: Steve and Bucky in Wakanda, after Endgame.

if you find one, tell me which piece i’ve lost (ao3) - BeaArthurPendragon M, 37k

Summary: Her face is warm but neutral—she is a kind person, he thinks, but also a professional. She would not think twice about killing him if he tried to strike. “My name is Ayo,” she says.

He hesitates when he realizes she is waiting for him to respond. He doesn’t deserve the name Bucky anymore. He still answers to Soldat—the way a beaten dog answers to a jerked chain, but it sure as hell can get his attention in a hurry. But that’s no name for a person, and he is determined to become one.

(In Wakanda, two wounded soldiers begin to heal.)

Featuring Bucky & Ayo friendship and a million and one Stucky feels. Fic complete.

Musings of the White Wolf (ao3) - SeleneJessabelle12626 G, 65k

Summary: Wakanda was fascinating place for any outsider, but its people were what interested Bucky the most.

A series of semi-interconnected one shots about Bucky's life in Wakanda.

On Va Voir. (ao3) - MollyMaryMarie N/R, 43k

Summary: During his time in Wakanda, Bucky wonders if some of the things he remembers about Steve are real or wishful thinking.

Point of Contact (ao3) - aeli_kindara, keire_ke bucky/m’baku, steve/bucky T, 13k

Summary: Bucky's awake in Wakanda — deprogrammed, one-armed, arriving at something like peace. M'Baku's making his own peace: with T'Challa as his king, a new vision for Wakanda and the Jabari, and his failure to live out his family's dreams.

Then a HYDRA agent shows up on the remote Jabari border.

Rediscovering (ao3) - R_o_x_x_a_n_n_e G, 5k

Summary: Bucky struggles with healing from the Winter Soldier program with the help of the Wakandans. Steve refuses to give up on him.

relearning (ao3) - savorvrymoment E, 3k

Summary: Kinktober Day #1: Rimming -- Bucky and Steve enjoy retirement in Wakanda.

~“You still like this?” Bucky asks.~

See You Again (ao3) - Sleepyfaceandsnark N/R, 4k

Summary: "We've got seven days 'til we say goodbye. Back to separate ways but I'll miss you more this time

Cause I don't know when I'll see you again."

Steve's visits to Wakanda as him and Bucky try to re-establish their relationship while a war is brewing.

Stubborn Meet Stubborner (ao3) - donutsweeper T, 1k

Summary: Steve visited Bucky in Wakanda whenever he could. It wasn't often enough, but it would have to do.

the side effects that save us (ao3) - napricot T, 7k

Summary: “This broken white boy needs our help, doesn’t he? On account of how you sort of ruined his life?”

T’Challa winces and shoots the frozen Sergeant Barnes a hilariously guilty look. “That’s not—I didn’t—really, I think his life was already—”

“It’s fine! I can clean up your mess,” she tells him, still smiling. “And he didn’t—he didn’t kill Baba, so. We should help him, we should make it right. No one else can help him, can they.”

How Shuri deals, after Civil War and Black Panther.

When We Come Home From the War (ao3) - LaAngelie N/R, 1k

Summary: After the events of "Captain America: Civil War," Steve and Bucky share a much-needed moment of respite in Wakanda while they await Bucky's procedure.

prompt: laugh so hard you cry + "This is a stupid idea. I'm in." (ao3) - kocuria G, 1k

Summary: She looked up at them. At least they looked suitably remorseful, two hulking supersoldiers trying to take up as little space as possible, curled in on themselves. Good. She noticed Steve was standing just a little behind Bucky, like he hoped that would save him. Well, she was less likely to chew Bucky's head off. Just a teeny tiny little bit less.

Finally, she said, enunciating each word carefully like it was its own sentence, "You. Broke. My. Train."

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #black panther #wakanda #wakanda masterlist #masterlists #m/m

[thedaisyonthedashboard]

Midnight Rain, dorothea, tis the damn season theory:

On folklore, Taylor theoretically wrote three connecting songs about a love triangle: cardigan, august, and betty. What if, on evermore, Taylor did something similar, writing two connecting songs about a relationship: dorothea and tis the damn season?

Tis the damn season is about someone coming home for the holidays and thinking about an old flame/relationship and thinking about what it would be like to briefly get back together with them. This is someone who knows the narrator better than the narrator’s new friends, colleagues, and lovers. It’s someone that the narrator cannot fully get past.

Dorothea is from the reverse perspective of someone who was left behind in a small town. The narrator misses and recalls memories with Dorothea, someone they loved who left. In Taylor’s own words, Dorothea is, “the girl who left her small town to chase down Hollywood dreams — and what happens [in tis the damn season] when she comes back for the holidays and rediscovers an old flame.”

I believe that tis the damn season is from the perspective of the character named Dorothea – and that dorothea is from the perspective of the tis the damn season muse.

When listening to Midnight Rain the first few times, I started to notice similarities and lyrical parallels between it and dorothea. Midnight Rain is from the perspective of someone who was chasing a more glamorous life and career, and this narrator is singing about a lost love interest of theirs who wanted different, more simple things and was left behind. Below are some specific lyrical parallels.

Midnight Rain:

My town was a wasteland

Full of cages, full of fences

Pageant queens and big pretenders

But for some, it was paradise

Dorothea:

Hey Dorothea

Do you ever stop and think about me?

When it was calmer

Skipping the prom

Just to piss off your mom

And her pageant schemes

–––

Midnight Rain:

And he never thinks of me

Except when I'm on TV

Dorothea:

You got shiny friends since you left town

A tiny screen's the only place I see you now

And I got nothing but well wishes for ya

–––

Summary:

I believe that tis the damn season and Midnight Rain are from the perspective of the same person, aka Dorothea herself. And dorothea is from the perspective of Dorothea’s love interest.

I have always experienced dorothea as an almost patronizing song. The narrator is practically assuming that Dorothea is utterly unhappy in her new life and that she could be better off going home to them. While there may be truth in this, it is an oversimplification of the situation. The narrator is frozen in time in this life that they once had with Dorothea, and they seem to want to keep Dorothea frozen in time with them as well.

Even though TDS and Midnight Rain are from the perspective of the same person, they are very different songs. TDS is a soft, gentle, reflective song. The narrator, Dorothea, looks back longingly on her relationship with her lover. She is tempted to get back together briefly over the holidays, but she knows that it could never last.

Midnight Rain, on the other hand, feels like much more of a direct response to the patronizing, assumption filled tone of dorothea. Midnight Rain very clearly sends the message that while Dorothea cares deeply for her ex and part of her wishes that their relationship could have worked out, the two of them are wildly incompatible. Her ex wants a simple, happy life, while Dorothea is chasing fame and a much more glamorous, untraditional life. These two people’s interests, dreams, and lives are incompatible and likely always will be.

The question is, of course, who are Dorothea and her ex?

I think that Taylor is Dorothea, and some unnamed person is her ex. At this point, Taylor is much more famous than anyone she has ever been linked to romantically. She has made it clear in songs like Lavender Haze that she has very mixed/negative feelings about ‘settling down’ into any sort of traditional marriage and life. Now that both Taylor and her ex have moved on, the only place that her ex sees her is on tv or in magazines.

As to whom Dorothea’s love interest is, it could be various people – it’s likely someone who was quite serious about Taylor, but ultimately was forced to let her go because they wanted something she could never give them.

In addition, as we know, if the characters in the folklore love triangle are based off of a real life triangle Taylor experienced later in life – clearly Taylor was placing the real life people in a mostly fictional setting. I think that Taylor is likely doing a similar thing with the characters of Dorothea and her love interest. The real life version of Dorothea’s ex is not necessarily a childhood friend from Taylor’s literal hometown. I believe it could be a more recent ex who is just closely tied to a specific place Taylor lived in and a time in her life.

#taylor swift #tis the damn season #dorothea #midnight rain #evermore #folklore #midnights #taylor swift theory

[jessifordhandsome]

Wow! Thank you! Thank you. Thank you for responding to my email/ request to contact me using my private email once again; I know it was unusual for me to request that you email through my personal email when you do not even know me. I am glad that you did because I would have lost contact with you as my subscription has expired and I can no longer access my Match.com account. Anyway, that is by-the-way since I can still reach you via your private email. Once again, thank you.

I hope you had a long and nice weekend, mine has been a busy one as my office is relocating to a new building which is a permanent site. I have also been In and out of town this past week so it was really a long week till yesterday. I have sorted my busy schedule out and now free so let talk about love .Lol.

It seems I have been rambling instead of telling you more about me as I promised in my email to you on the site. I am a bit religious, affectionate, outgoing, active, energetic, positive, generous man with a healthy sense of humor who is rediscovering all that life has to offer. I'm a bit of a clown, and playful, I love to laugh even at myself. I am a Fun loving, humble man with the belief that a woman should be treated like a lady and that it is always ladies first. I am a Fund Manager by profession; a work I love to do the way I love to enjoy life. I am generally a happy, upbeat person who has achieved much in life professionally, financially and personally. I am fun to be with and can be very romantic. I am positive on everything that life brings me. I believe that I am where I am at this point in my life for a good reason. I am an honest and caring person who is very loyal to those I care about. I've traveled extensively in the course of doing my work. I am financially very okay. I consider myself to be a gentleman with good values. I am comfortable in suits and tie as well as a pair of jeans. I am neat and clean in my living and my appearance.

I cannot say for sure if you did view my profile before my subscription expired. If you did not, here are some information which were in my profile

I am 6ft2

Athletic and toned

Hazel eyes

I do not smoke

I am a social drinker, widowed for ten years

I have a son that lives away from home. She is

presently in France with her grandma

I am white/Caucasian

Christian catholic, had my graduate degree and speak

English and French fluently

I have dual citizenship, French and American.

I like and have a dog. I was born on 16 May 1954.

I don't want to sound over excited but I must confess that I am so happy to have come across you and I know that you would want us to take this slowly but I will try to be positive and consistent. I pray that you will not see me as moving too fast or being so direct. I know you will not understand how happy I am to get your response after going through your profile for 50 minute and I made up my wind to write you hoping that you will write back and you did. I have come to understand that I will need a serious relationship in my life.

People say that I play with everything except my work. But what they don’t know is that I can play with my work but not with my love for someone. This is why I prefer people that will appreciate my humorous attitude. I am fun to be with and believe in the saying, ‘the older the wine, the better” so I don’t believe in age being a hindrance in a relationship.

I like seeing soccer, movies and listening to music. I like going to the beach and climbing mountains thou I have only climbed once in Dublin. I am currently attached to Tincan Investment international as a Senior Consultant Fund Manager, but would want to be self-employed in near future. I am a trained educationist and learnt the Fund Management trade under Robert Kiyosaki. I worked with him for seven years speaking on investing, fund management and teaching on how to benefit from the content of his three major books, Rich Dad Poor Dad, Rich Dad's CASHFLOW Quadrant, and Rich Dad's Guide to Investing. It was while on a tour with him to Aberdeen Scotland that I was made on offer by Tincan investment International. I worked with them for 6 years before I returned to United States and now work as a Consultant Fund Manager.

I have to stop here so that I will have another thing to say in my next email. I have attached some of my pictures which I uploaded on the dating site but since my subscription has expired, I don’t know if you were able to view them. I took the pictures three months ago when my son came to visit me from France. He needed new pictures of me so we used his camera to take the pictures and he printed it on getting to France and sent these ones to me. All I can assure at this point is that you will never regret meeting me if it works out for us; my late wife never did, so you will not. I promise!!! Let’s see how it goes.

Regards

[zakoria]

In 2013, My immediate family move 12 hours away from the rest of the family. All alone in the middle on no where not knowing anybody. I was 12 and starting middle school. I literally did not know a anybody, and I just came from Tennessee. I had never seen anything like this. I promise you if you go anywhere in the south and go up north or vise verse it’s too different world. Like I really can’t explain it but I can feel it. It was time when everyone in the family all 6 of us, had to rediscover ourselves in this new world. Me being right at puberty age made this transition especially awfully. I felt so alone having no idea of my idea, there were so many different things going on. These were not the southern country people I knew. I felt like an alien. I always just wished I could have just stay in tennessee but the lessons I grew to learn in the isolation were needed I need to see a different perspective to appreciate where I am now. We moved back at the perfect time and I’m so glad to be home

Now As I Pondering on my relationship with family, specifically the way my parents relationship with relative shaped my relationship with them. As I become an adult and formed my own personal relationship I feel resistant meant that my parents kept me from family growing up. The way I wasnt able to build any relationship with my cousin after middle adolescence. I’m growing up and learn all the things I missed thinking why was I kept from this. I would have been completely different if I would have stayed home.

The biggest loss is in time. The time Lost with those people. Those were year that have the most meaning. The years you really remember and I didn’t have anything to remember. Beside from when I was really young I have no pictures from my teenage years with my family.

With the loss of my dear Mummum, I can’t stop replaying the time I lost with her. I went from seeing her every other month at least cause she lived in Memphis bout 4hr away 6 in her time, to only seeing her maybe once a year. In her last 10 year I count a count every time I spent with her because of the rarity in those moments. In her last 6 months of living I probably spent every other day with her. The tragedy that the time my Mummum was 10 minutes away was in her last months. I was the oldest granddaughter and I knew how to take care of her daily needs. My Mummum was disabled in February from a stroke and lost her ability to speak imagine a woman who was never quit talking now mostly silence. That was the most painful part but I tried to cheer her up by talk her head off as she would do me. When I would say something crazy enough to get a response or make her smile, it made me feel so good. I used to just lay on her in her final weeks and she would put her head on mine and I would just crazy because I knew it was coming but I don’t know when. She always told me she loved me. Even she hadn’t spoke my whole visit when I would leave she always said I love you.

I have never lost someone. Nobody close to me or anybody I have ever felt deeply for has passed. I don’t know what grief feels like I just can’t stop thinking I’ll never see her again. I’ll never talk to her again. She was my Angel and My butterfly. I admired my Mummum and longed for her when she wasn’t around. No matter what made everything better. She just did. I still haven’t gotten to a point when I can think about her without crying. It’s only been a little over a monthly and I want to just move on. But you don’t just move on from stuff like this. I am now also reflecting on the way I view people who have suffered so much loss because I will never be the same. No matter how hard I try to go to how it was before she passed I can’t. right now it’s good days and bad days.

I’m trying to rush the process of getting back to normalcy but that’s not going to come unless I start getting this stuff off my chest. Maybe next time I won’t have so much baggage

Rest in Paradise Mary Darlene 2E🤍🦋

#tumblr #art #death #butterfly #diary entry

[ironvaliance]

disclaimer about my liveblog/note taking & a general quick review of some of my opinions.

under a cut for spoilers / length. i'll try and make sure that my posts after the first two - which are up to 10 minutes into the movie - have a cut to them so that anyone who hasnt watched tales of arcadia can have a chance to view the three series first. please do. it's done so much for my brain chemicals.

so i've watched trollhunters: rise of the titans once through. i know this movie is going to hurt watching it. i personally feel like a lot of how the movie runs does jim a disservice. i felt like he'd been pushed aside in wizards a bit too much. yes, wizards is douxie's series for us to get to know him, as well as flesh out some of the other characters we meet in trollhunters' endgame like morgana, merlin & douxie himself and add some new characters. it's relatively successful in my opinion, in keeping up with how the other two series of tales of arcadia feels.

i started really writing fic and being active in this fandom under starconsequence/trolljim on ao3 & formerly tomearts - now teacuptomes! i run a jim rp blog @trollamulet & i have a few others, but jim has been my main squeeze putty boy since my partner just. put trollhunters on while i was home and had me watch it, since she heard that 3below was releasing season one. she thought she should finish it up, and i was introduced to jim lake jr fairly early in. it was after they got gunmar's birthstone from gato's keep, and blinky was (temporarily) human.

this is to say - most of these are just so i have an archive of fairly detailed play-by-play notes of what entails in this movie for quick reference to comply with some canon. however, i treat tales of arcadia after 3below a bit like a sandbox; one with some of the staff also building castles with us at the time.

the movie feels a lot like a heartbreak, like i'm jim and i've lost my amulet. jim remained in my heart, deep within. watching. waiting for me to rediscover the spark i have for the series. he truly is someone that burns brightest in darkest times. however, getting back into toa, i'm attacking my fanfic 'i've got to find my soul all before i sleep', rewriting it since it's a post-wizards, pre-rott canon divergent thing that i wrote, starting directly after finishing wizards.

if you want - go read the original version. i'm keeping it up on ao3 as is, however i will be posting a newer version & finishing the planned chapter 3 i left it with for so long that my interpretation and writing style has slightly changed.

so, yeah. these posts serve as a half-liveblog, half-note archive. part troll part hunter kind of experience. maybe i might watch the movie again to transcribe it - some of the subtitles on netflix are missing words here and there. nothing much, you don't miss too many things, but i personally get irritated if what i'm reading and what i hear are different. thanks adhd.

i'll probably also archive this experience on my nc blog too. please look forward to it!

and if you dared to venture here, and you havent watched trollhunters, please take the time to do so. i joke it's required watching if you want to be my friend, but i would never force you to view it to talk with me. i appreciate if you do.

#i.caran #rott liveblog.

[sceada]

Hey there. It's been a few years. You might remember me as Key? I've been thinking about you recently, and I was a little surprised that just punching in 'sceada' as tumblr handle actually worked out. It looks like you've been through a lot since we last talked. I'm sorry it's been so rough. I know you've struggled for a long time, even since before we met. But it's heartwarming seeing you're still here. I'm proud of you, and I hope you can be proud of yourself too. Take care of yourself.

So... first off, I am sorry it took me so long to reply to this. Part of it was due to it being a very busy week, but another part was... well...

Initially, I just didn't know what to say, really. Because when I first read this on saturday night, it left me teary-eyed and touched me deeply. And well... I didn't just want to reply with something short, as this... this deserves a longer reply.

First off... Of course I remember you, Key. How could I forget? You were a dear friend to me, someone who I greatly enjoyed talking with and also hanging out with, and not to mention, you're the one who got me into Ace Attorney among other things. I often catch myself thinking back to those times when we were Staff on PokéFarm, and how our little group felt almost like a small family of sorts.

I know I really only have myself to blame for how I gradually lost contact with everyone once I quit staff and then, during the transition to PFQ, also slowly disappeared from the site. But you can believe me when I say that I've often lamented my failure to stay in touch, and not rarely wondered if I could even manage to reconnect with my old friends anymore.

Granted, some of the reasons that led to this gradual disappearance of mine had to do with everything I went through in the last years, or maybe the last decade rather, but it's no excuse for how I fell off the face of the earth in a sense. I know communication is a two-way street, but that doesn't mean I can just always wait for others to take the first step - a lesson that took me entirely too long to learn, I have to admit.

That said... it really has been a lot, with quite a few things not going my way, to put it kindly. First me breaking up with my first girlfriend and falling out of university, which gradually nurtured an underlying depression that years later, after more interpersonal setbacks and failures, would come to bite me hard, leading me to almost make a terrible mistake.

Then, the long way fighting back from that and the issues it all brought with it, with all these many roadblocks that sprung up, complicating every step of the way until I finally felt somewhat healthy again, and ready to tackle something new, to take proper steps forward.

And then December 2016 happened, with them finding the tumor in my spine, and the then urgent and honestly almost a bit rushed decision to remove as much of it as possible right away. The resulting paralysis after the surgery. The first few days when I couldn't feel anything below my waist and felt utterly miserable. Then the realization that slowly settled in that my life would change harshly. The fear, the uncertainty, the feeling of no longer being any good whatsoever... - I don't want to delve deeper into this. I'm sorry, if this makes you or anyone else reading it uncomfortable.

And then, the rehab. Being away from home and everyone for half a year. Learning to live with a wheelchair and limited mobility. Rediscovering how to find joy in small things, how to just take whatever came and make the best of it. We cannot choose the cards that Life deals us - only how we play them. And fortunately, I had the good luck of doing my rehab at a place that taught me how to play my cards well, and make the most of them.

There's been many more things in between then and now, not to mention our dear friend Corona and how that affected us all, but ever since the rehab, things have been climbing up that big steep hill. Maybe not always with progress, maybe sometimes even with setbacks even, yes. But things did improve in the big picture of it... - and I'm glad I'm still here now.

Nowadays, I can walk again, albeit with a crutch most of the time. I can work in a job that's rarely ever boring, with people who are a delight to work with and have around. I finally got to live with my girlfriend, whom I've been with for a little over 8 years now. Yes, there's still plenty of troubles and issues, some big enough to make you despair. I won't deny that. But all in all... I've come a far away.

And Key, I'm not sure I can even convey just how much it meant to me when I saw your message. When I was allowed to see an old friend reach out to me, and beyond that, even express happiness and pride that I'm still around. I wouldn't have believed it beforehand, but really, this is more than I could have ever asked for. And yes, it's making me teary eyed again right now.

I'm sorry, this is getting very long again... - as you can see, I haven't quite made it past my tendency to ramble on at times and write walls of text. My apologies. But really... I needed to write all of this. And I hope that is okay.

I am proud of what I've achieved, especially in the last five years. Sure, compared to what others my age have achieved, or even many who are younger than me, it isn't all that much. But it's a lot for me, especially given all that happened. I may never become as succesful as I once dreamed or even as well-paid as I hoped to be, but that's alright. I've had steep hills to climb in the last decade, and much to overcome. And I managed to get over most of time. And as you said Key... That is something I should be proud of.

I shouldn't keep this going much longer now though, so let me end with something I hope you'll see, and maybe other old friends one day will as well:

I was very happy to hear from you again, my dear friend. I've missed talking to you, and quite frankly, I'd love to reconnect one of these days. Sadly, as this ask was sent on anon, I have no way to contact you right now, so I can only hope you'll see this one day, but...

If you'd like to talk again, if you'd like to maybe even reconnect, then I'd be more than happy to do so. Currently, the easiest way to reach me is through Discord. Given how original I have been lately, I'm sure the username comes as no surprise to you: Sceada#1085

Feel free to drop me a message or send me a friend request whenever you feel like it. I'd definitely be happy to hear from you again, and maybe even get to talk some more. I've missed you, my friend... And I sincerely hope you are doing well in your life.

So... yeah. Thank you for thinking of me... It means a lot to me. And thank you for having made my day happier with your message.

Patrick/Sceada~

#it's a long shot #but I want to try adding some tags #maybe someone will see it thanks to them #PokeFarm #Key #KeyChan #Sceada #old friendships #Thank you for thinking of me

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Bedroom Eyes

Summary: maybe working on New Year’s Eve wasn’t always a bad thing

Pairings: Chris Evans x interviewer!Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, fake dating, smut, daddy kink, rough sex, over stimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

(A/N: this is for my chick flick challenge!!! Yay finally putting something out ☺️☺️ not edited 👍🏾 like, follow, reblog with a comment and thanks for reading 💜 ✌🏾)

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Six months ago you and your boyfriend decided to ‘go on a break.’ Whatever that was supposed to mean. It’s just things hadn’t been clicking and you thought maybe some time apart would bring you back together.

So you moved out of your shared apartment and in with your best friend who promised to make you get butt naked ass wild. Whatever that meant. It all sounded like fun and games and it technically was but you’d kissed one fucking guy and David lost is goddamn mind.

And then the truth came out.

For all the yelling and the bitching about you, it wasn’t you. David had made the decisions for you without you even knowing. It was over. That was that. His new girl was moving in. Taking up your spot in the bed. She got to be the one to steal from his plate. It was her hand he was holding.

And you’d just gotten the honors of seeing it up close and personal for the very first time.

By now you’d kind of adapted to being single. Started getting used to waking up alone. It was kind of nice because you got to spread out. There were definitely pros and cons to the whole situation.

Didn’t have to worry about feeding him anymore. That was nice. Only had to worry about you. Even if you kind of liked cooking for him. But he was so picky it got so annoying.

God you missed the consistent sex. Probably most of all. That rose clit stimulator was fun but you were dying for even a little bit of penetration.

You’d been together for so long you’d forgotten what it was like to just be. Alone. Just you. Like what did you really like. Did you even like The Walking Dead or was it just because he liked The Walking Dead. What kind of food did you even like. Music? Did you even like music. Or art. There was just so much to rediscover.

And you’d been on your way. Even got a sweet new gig . Hell you were doing great. So why the hell did it still feel like you’d gotten punched in the stomach when you saw them together.

“H-hey,” you stuttered out. You couldn’t help it as you picked her apart. From her hair to her clothes. At some point you just got petty in your head and god you didn’t want to be one of those girls.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you all smiley and shit. Like we get it. God you sounded like such a hater. But who could blame you. You were pretty fucking salty. “Wha- what’re you doing here?” He asked all enthusiastic this smile spreading across his face.

She put her hand on his bicep and all you could think was, ‘girl, calm down. Nobody want him.’ Like a liar.

“Just hanging out,” you replied. “You must be Melissa.”

She nodded. “Uh huh. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh wow wish I could say the same for you,” you said through your forced smile. You didn’t mean to sound so bitchy it was just you were fucking hurt. He’d moved on so quickly. Like had dropped an entire bomb on you that he’d met someone.

Honestly you’d only been here because you’d gotten invited last minute which made it even more fun that you’d run into them. And by fun you mean you wanted to pull out your eyelashes.

At least, Your sweet new gig came with some perks you admit. Had gotten to take home some pretty cool freebies. Like the new iPhone you’d gotten in a gift basket. Or all the meals on company dime. Yeah interviewing celebrities definitely came with it’s perks. Even when it meant working on New Year’s Eve, which ended up being worth it.

Well okay it would come with more perks but this had been your first big story. The actor you were interviewing was only free today since he was flying out soon and no one else had wanted to work on the holiday but it was kind of paying off for you.

You met up at this cafe which you were supposed to use to pay with the card your manager had given you except that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’d been way sweeter than you’d expected and you don’t know how the two of you ended up sharing your life stories but you had.

Questions had been abandoned for conversation instead. Didn’t even look at your notepad at some point. Besides you were pretty sure all of this would stick in your mind. And that’s why he invited you to come out tonight. Neither of you wanted to stop talking.

It wasn’t like a date or anything. Just the two of you had been having fun. He was easy to talk to. First covering your childhoods because for some reason while you were supposed to be asking questions he kept going ‘hmmm what about you?’ like he wanted to hear all about it.

And he was really, really hot so it made you wanna talk longer.

Since the break had officially turned into a breakup your best friend had been trying to press you about getting yourself out there. Had tried tinder which was like a wasteland if you were being honest. And you ended up being uninterested in all the guys your friends tried to play matchmaker with.

“Um, are- are you here with anyone?” He asked, almost nervously.

“Hey, Babe, got your whiskey sour,” Chris said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders after handing you, your drink. It was like he’d been on cue. Great timing, Chris.

“Thanks,” you said smiling up at him. Hopefully showing that you were trying to express the double meaning with your eyes.

“Holy fuck, you’re Chris- you’re Chris Evans!” David laughed almost sounding sarcastic. You recognized that as his ‘well that’s fan-fucking-tastic,’ laugh. The one he did when he was nervous. “That’s great.”

Oh this was good. This was so good. Maybe he’ll finally stop texting you when he’s drunk now. Telling you, ‘she’s not you,’ as if you forced him into it. You weren’t the one that ended things.

“Yeah, hi,” he said. “And you are?”

“Chris, this is David,” you introduced. “Oh, and, Melissa.”

“Hi.” Melissa giggled out, eyeing him up and down

“David and Melissa… are they the ones we met at that charity gala?” He asked like he was deep in thought.

“No,” you laughed. Wow he was really selling this thing. “David’s my ex. Melissa is his new girlfriend.”

“Oh well it’s nice to meet you.”

“So how did you two meet?” David asked through gritted teeth.

“Work,” he said. “She interviewed me and we just hit it off.”

“Wow that’s… really, really cool.”

“Anyway it was nice meeting you, David. Gotta say thanks for not seeing what you had.” And that was how he finally pulled you away as you tried to keep in your excitement until he was far away enough.

“That was amazing,” you squealed as soon as you were far enough. Throwing your arms around him. “Thank you.”

He chuckled. “You’re welcome. Figured you needed some rescuing when you looked like a cornered puppy.”

Your jaw dropped and you pulled away to smack his stomach. “Hey!”

Chris did this cute little smile and then rubbed the spot you hit. “I bail you out and then you abuse me?” Then he looked back at where they were. Seeing David looking right at the two of you. Chris’ eyes drifted back over to you before laughing. “Well guess you’re my date for tonight.”

“You’d do that?” You asked. Fuck he was hot.

“Yeah,” he replied. “LA is a small town. I’ve ran into so many exes. Wish I’d had someone to swoop in sometimes.”

“Well, thanks for swooping in for me,” you said.

“Don’t mention it,” he said. “Alright, you wanna really get under his skin?”

You nodded not being able to stop the smile spreading onto your voice. “I’d love to.”

Chris grabbed your hand. You tried to not be too obvious that you were watching David’s reaction as Chris pulled you to the dance floor.

You were having too much fun hanging with Chris if anything. Doing shots and dancing. Your ex trying to sneak looks at you which you’d started paying less and less attention to as the night went on. Kinda hard to notice him when Chris was your date.

As midnight started inching closer and closer you kind of started to get nervous. Were you supposed to kiss him. He wasn’t going to kiss you, was he? Well guess it depends on how dedicated he was to his craft. You damn sure didn’t mind. Hell the two of you had ditched his friends a long time ago.

He’d just been so sweet all day. If you weren’t convinced he wasn’t just nice you’d think this was a real date with the way he was acting. He’d went off to get another drink and you’d went to the bathroom. As you washed your hands Melissa came in beside you, side-eyeing you as she was going into a stall. You crinkled your nose, hurrying the hell up. You were having a good night. You did not wanna deal with them.

Of course life couldn’t be that nice as David was waiting outside the door. You tried to walk passed him only for you to hear a, “Y/N, wait.” As he grabbed you by the arm to pull you back before you could walk away.

“What, David?” You asked.

“I just… are you really with Chris?” He asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wasn’t aware that I had to,” you replied.

“What? I told you about Melissa.”

You scoffed. “Yeah because you dumped me for her.”

He huffed. “So? A heads up still would have been nice.”

“I don’t owe you anything, David,” you said trying to turn around so you could walk away.

“Don’t owe me anything? I’ve missed you so bad lately and you think you don’t owe me anything.”

“Yeah,” you replied. “That’s not my problem.”

“Everything alright over here?” Chris asked once again swooping in.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” you replied with a sigh not even in the mood to hash this out.

“It’s almost midnight,” he said.

“Y/N,” David huffed, “come on. Let’s just talk.”

You sent a tight-lipped smile his way before getting closer to Chris. “Maybe later. I don’t wanna miss the countdown.”

Chris grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. Finally pulled you away just as you could hear the:

“10…”

“…9…”

He turned to face you as the both of you started doing the same as everyone else in the crowd. Glancing up to see David still standing there.

“…8…”

“…7...”

Was Chris really about to do this? He put his hand on your face. Stroking his thumb over your cheek.

“…6…”

“…5…”

He was seriously giving you those bedroom eyes too. Was this apart of him playing up as your date or was he serious.

“…4…”

“…3…”

Was this supposed to really be a date?

“…2…”

Goddamn he was so…

“…1! Happy New Year!” The rest of the crowd cheered but you couldn’t even get it out as Chris pressed his lips to yours.

You found yourself putting your hands on his strong shoulders. Feeling all tingly as he grabbed you to deepen it. Dear god he was so yummy.

When he pulled away he grabbed your hand. You got a quick glance at David who was looking at you in such disbelief. Oh well. Sucks to suck.

As the two of you sat in the VIP section this time you giggled over nothing. Falling back into your easy conversation like you were before.

“Okay, but guarantee your publicist is going to kill me,” you said with a giggle.

Chris snorted out a laugh. “No she won’t. She’ll just yell at me. Don’t worry I’ll take full responsibility.”

“Yeah I’m sure she’ll understand. I just fell under your spell.”

“Exactly! If anything she’ll feel sorry for you. Just make sure you cry extra hard.”

You laughed. Tilting your head back. “Well I’m sure my boss is really going to enjoy it when I write my article about my night being Chris Evans’ fake date.”

“I’d read it,” he said. “Besides, this fake dates feeling kinda real to me. We did kiss.”

“Yeah, we did,” you said your face feeling all hot.

Chris licked the corner of his mouth as he got close to you again. Putting his hand under your chin. “And I dunno about you, but I’m open to doing it again. If that’s okay?”

You nodded as you pursed your lips. Feeling suddenly self conscious from the way he was looking at you. Was your hair okay? Lipstick?

You didn’t really have anymore time to think as he started kissing you again. This time letting it linger. Leaning you back against the couch so he could get the best access.

“You wanna get outta here?” He asked pulling away. “Go back to my place?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I’d like that.”

Chris kept his hand on the small of your back, making you giggle, as the two of you tried to find the exit. Not bothering to say bye to your ex even when you passed him. Why would you when you were here with him. Literally who the fuck cares about anything else when a man like this was trying to take you home.

The two of you kept talking until he pulled up to a red light where he ended up pulling you into a quick kiss. Kind of nice knowing that it really wasn’t all for show. To be honest things could end right here and you’d be pretty happy. Hell it could end tomorrow and you’d be happy then too.

By the time you got back to his place he did the usual. Introduced you to his dog. Offered you a drink. Ended up pouring the both of you a glass of wine as Dodger played at your feet.

“No, no, no I refuse to believe that!” You shook your head. Giggling.

“What!” He gasped sitting beside you. “Do I look like I would lie to you?”

You giggled again. “Yes.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh whatever.”

“You’re not an actor for nothing,” you replied.

“I guess,” he said with a chuckle. Then he looked over at you out of the corner of his eye before grabbing the back of your chair to pull you closer.

“Hey!”

“What?” He chuckled. “You were too far away.”

“Well, you could have asked, Sir,” you said.

Chris smirked, one eyebrow raising up. “Ohhhh, sir… I like that sound of that,” he said sitting back. “Maybe you should call me that more often.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah? think I’ll need to?”

“Depends?”

“On?”

“If you can handle it,” he said putting his face close to yours.

“I think I can do that,” you whispered.

Chris licked his lips putting his hand on your cheek so he could bring you closer. Swiping his lips across yours quickly. “Have I told you how fucking pretty you are?”

You shook your head. Your face getting all warm. “No,” you whispered again this time feeling all shy.

“Well, I think you’re very pretty,” he whispered back before kissing you again. This time you put your hands in his hair as he started getting deeper. Fuck this was not how you’d been expecting your New Years to go. What a way to kick off the year.

When he added his tongue you let out the most embarrassing moan. He was just such a good kisser. And then he put his hand on your outer thigh. Inching up and running over your hip. “And you’re a good kisser,” he’d pulled away to say not even giving you a chance to respond before pulling you back in.

You might be actually having heart palpitations.

Finally he pulled away again to stand up. Helping you up with him. Then leaning down to kiss you again. “Let me give you a tour,” he said against your lips.

“Right now?” You asked with a pout.

“Mhm, want you to know your way around,” he said before kissing you again.

He held your hand as he made his way through the place. You’d already seen the living room when you’d walked in so he moved on before finally getting to his bedroom. Getting behind you and kissing all on your neck.

“And this is my room,” he’d said in your ear. Making you shiver as he kissed on you.

“It’s nice,” you breathed out. Pushing your ass back against him. Letting out a little gasp as you made contact against his cock. “Oh, fuck, Chris.”

“Mmm fucking like that sound.”

You leaned back so you could kiss him again. “More,” you whimpered as he started grinding against you.

That’s when his hands finally made their way to your chest. Grabbing all on your tits

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

One hand staying there as the other trailed down your body until it was to your crotch. That’s when he started rubbing you there over your dress. Making you try to get more contact on him.

“Just take this off,” he said with his lips all up in your ear as he started reaching for the hem. God it was just so… ugh you could tell you were wet a fuck.

Chris finally turned you around. Putting his hands on your ass. You don’t think you’d ever been kissed like this. With this much passion and want. Like there was this neediness, but at the same time no rush.

He smacked your ass making you yelp out another moan. Chris pulled away for a second so he could take his shirt off.

“You have tattoos?” You asked tracing your fingers over the words on his chest.

“A few,” he said as gripped your ass.

“Ow,” you whined trying to reach behind to make him loosen up. Only for him to let go and then come back against it with a smack. “Fuck.”

Hands going back up your body so he could undo your bra turning you back around so he could grab on your naked tits again. Pinching your nipples. “Get your ass on the bed.”

You did as you were told watching as he stalked over to you. You tried to cover yourself up with your hands. Suddenly feeling self-conscious about being naked in front of such a man.

“No, no. None of that,” he said as he moved your hands away from your body. “So fucking beautiful. You don’t hide yourself from me. Lay back, Baby. Lemme make you feel good.”

You nodded and did as he said again. He was still looking at you like he wanted to eat you up and after he kissed down your body you were pretty sure that’s exactly what he was about to do.

“So fucking hot,” he groaned as he pushed up your thighs. Licking his chops before leaning in a little closer to place kisses on your thighs. He leaned down to press his lips to your still covered clit. “These are cute panties, Baby. I like them,” he said all raspy before licking at the wet spot.

You gasped. “Fuck.”

Then he traced his fingers up and down. Making you breath out heavy. “Where’s your manners, Baby?”

You tried to rely but he kept kissing you there and then doing this thing where he’d lick and it was just driving you so frantic. “Oh, fuck,” you whimpered tilting your head back. “Oh, fuck, oh please. I’m sorry. Thank you.”

“That’s better,” he replied with a little chuckle. Fuck he was getting pleasure out of treating you like this? Sadistic.

“More,” you moaned because well that sounded good to you.

Finally he pulled your panties to the side. “So goddamn pretty. C’mere,” he groaned before raising up to sit on his knees. Trying to get your panties off. Pulling them down your legs. “That’s my girl.” He pushed your thigh back up as he looked down at you.

Oh my god. It was like… he was hotter than you’d… like he was really doing… like you couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening. Fuck couldn’t even get your thoughts together. Face all fuzzy. Seriously he was looking at you like he was about to fuck you all night.

You wanted him so goddamn bad.

“Chris!” You raised up to tangle your hand in his hair. Tugging on the ends. “Oh my god!” Your hips stuttered up.

He in returned pinned you down. Wanting to keep you exactly where he wanted you. Like was it not enough he looked like a fucking daydream he had to eat you out like you were the best thing he ever tasted. Holy fuck. You were gonna fucking-

“Ah!” You screamed out as you squirted. Feeling like every nerve in your body was about to push out of you. Stomach clenching. “Holy fu- Chris!”

He kissed up your body until he was at your lips. The clinking of his belt buckle as he was barely undoing his pants. “You ready for me?” He asked getting in your ear again. His mouth felt amazing between your thighs but you kinda missed him like this.

He put his thumb against your clit make you let out this mewl. God you couldn’t believe you were really responding to him like this. He just felt so fucking good.

The quick sound of him undoing his pants was making you need more from him. “Chris, please,” you whimpered.

“What? Tell me what you want, Baby. I’ll do it.”

Oh fuck you think you’re about to fucking cum again.

When you’d interviewed him this morning at some point it did start to feel like a date. Just the way the two of you spent like… all day there until it was time to close. It was a holiday and those people wanted to go the hell home. Even if they were more than happy to keep bringing Captain America cookies.

It had been a long time since you’d talked to someone the way you did to him. The way he just… listened when you talked. Like he was the one interviewing you. Or like he really wanted to know things about you. 

But you have to admit you had not been expecting to end up like this. He was Chris fucking Evans. Movie start. Hollywood heartthrob. Sure this might not go anywhere but at least you knew he’d fuck you right. Like so right. This man might be dangerous. He should not be able to look at you like that or touch you like this. It should be illegal.

But you wanted more.

“I want you to fuck me,” you confessed. “Please? Pretty please?”

“See I knew you could be a good girl. Such good fucking manners.”

Oh, fuck.

He finally pulled his dick out and you just had to see okay. Like you needed to know. Not for the article or anything. Don’t worry you were keeping it to yourself, but still you wanted to see.

God it was a good thing your coworker wasn’t able to make it. All you’re saying is if you were her you’d be pissed. Imagine getting this close to Chris Evans dick but you weren’t going to make it in time only for it to go to a smaller contributor.

“Fuck,” you groaned as it finally caught your eyes. Of course this pretty fuckin’ man would have a pretty ass dick to match. Fuck you wanted to- “Ah!” You yelped as he pushed the tip to your opening.

“Gonna fuck you nice and deep,” he said as he pushed the head in a like.

“Fuck,” God you sounded so whiney and pathetic.

You wanted more.

“Chris!” You cried, as he started kissing you. He was just pushing in so deep. His belt buckle smacking against your thighs until he finally took it out of the loops to drop it on the floor.

Dunno. Feeling pretty powerful that you’d made Chris Evans wanna fuck you so bad he couldn’t even wait to take off his pants before sliding in home to you.

“So damn tight. Can barely fit my dick in you,” he groaned. “So goddamn wet.”

“Don’t stop,” there was this tinge of desperation in your voice. “Please, don’t- ah- Chris!”

He’d filled you up to the hilt just then. Had your eyes watering. Face all screwed up. Goddamn. He felt so fucking good. You wanted more. So much, much more.

He wrapped on arm around your thigh to bring your knee up by your ear, while the other went under your head. He was just so close. Like he wanted you to feel every roll of his hips. Fuck.

“Don’t- ugh- don’t stop!” You cried.

So he fucking didn’t.

You didn’t even know you could cum like this. Just one right after another. And that was before he even took his pants off.

When he finally fell to your side so he could push them down his hips. You sat up so you could get on your knees this time. Was it weird to say your mouth was watering from looking at his cock? Who cares. You wanted it in your mouth now.

“Damn, Baby,” Chris groaned as you slurped him up. Damn you were gonna get addicted to this. You just know it.

He put his hand in your hair, pushing your head down so he was in your throat. Eyes getting watery wants again.

“That’s fuck- fuuuuck,” he groaned. “Come here,” he said snatching you off so he could pull you onto his lap.

“Ah!” You let out this scream as he’d slid you down his length. “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” He was just so fucking big and thick. You don’t really know how else you were supposed to act. It was just too much.

“That’s it. Bet your ex didn’t fuck you like this, did he?” He asked with a tight grip around your hips.

“Never,” you cried. “Fuck, Chris!”

“Good ,” he moaned. “Damn your ex was stupid. I wouldn’t let a pussy like this go.”

“Please,” you preened. Fuck you don’t even know what you’re begging for. You were just so over stimulated. “Fucking, please.”

“What you want, Baby? Just tell me and I’ll give you anything.”

Why did he have to look up at you like that. Was it not enough he was balls deep in your fucking guts? He had to look at you like that?

“I want-,” you tried to say but you couldn’t get a thought out this sob. Your next orgasm hitting you look a fucking freight train out of nowhere.

Chris chuckled and sat up. You looked so cute all fucked out. “I know, Baby. I got you.”

Honestly you felt like you were going to have a fucking mental breakdown. So you wrapped your arms around his neck. Sobbing into his shoulder as you came down his length.

Chris kissed your cheek and slowed down the movement of your hips. Ready to give you a moment. Fuck. He’d really done a number on you.

“It’s okay,” he said into your ear. “I’m here.”

You nodded and didn’t stop crying into his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He chuckled.

“It just felt too good. I got overwhelmed.” You sniffled.

“It’s alright,” he replied wrapping his arms around you, wanting to hold you. Bring you down a little. Let you know he wasn’t going anywhere. “It’s okay.” Chris kissed your forehead. “Here,” he said. “Lemme go and get you some water, okay?”

You nodded as you climbed off of him. He kissed your forehead again before moving away from you. Your body was twitching still. Little tremors running through you. Fuck. That was intense.

As you laid there, trying to get yourself together you couldn’t stop fucking shaking. Ugh. Well, it’s not like he wasn’t be sweet. But still. You were here in bed and breaking every rule with Chris Evans on your first time ever getting an interview like this, and you were tapping out?

That he’d literally went from helping you not look like in front of your ex and his new girlfriend and getting you water right now, and you were tapping out? You needed to get your shit together.

“Here,” he said sitting coming to your side to hand you the glass. “Gotta stay hydrated, Babe. Didn’t mean to wear you out,” he teased.

You chuckled as you took it from him. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?” He asked. “We can take a minute.”

You nodded as he came to climb back in with you. Laying on his side the two of you facing each other.

Chris put his hand on your cheek. Stroking it with his thumb then placing a plump kiss on your lip. Why was he so cute. Fuck.

“I promise I won’t include this part in my article,” you mumbled.

Chris chuckled. “Well, it would definitely get a lot of hits if you did.”

“Your team would kill me. Hell my boss would kill me.”

He rolled his eyes. “They’d have to go through me first.”

“Look at you all tough guy,” you teased.

“Damn straight,” he said with a wink. “I take care of my woman.”

You raised an eyebrow even as your heart thumped so hard. “Oh I’m your woman now?”

He chuckled. “Working at it? I gotta be honest. I like you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” he said. “I know we just met but… it’s like since this morning I haven’t wanted you to leave and… I don’t know.”

“No I feel the same way,” you said.

He sighed. “So I’m not being a total meatball?”

“Yeah,” you said with a giggle, “but I like it.”

“Good,” he replied leaning into kiss you. He climbed on top of you as the two of you deepened. Wow barely even able to give watch other a chance. But what can you say you wanted him.

He pushed your legs apart again. Rocking his hips into you. You tried to move up hoping he’d get the hint and push into you, but it didn’t seem like he was. Fucking tease.

“Gonna fucking ruin you,” he said into your ear. “Make you my girl. You wanna be my girl?” Then he started nudging his tip against your slit.

“Uh huh,” you breathed out cuz fuck even that felt good.

“Use your words,” he said.

Fuck. Fuuuuuck. “Yes, Sir,” you whimpered out the correction.

“Much better,” he groaned as he pushed into you. “Fuck!”

You were hugging him so tight like you were already trying to push him out. Sensitive pussy not able to handle him. “Shit, Chris. Fuck.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t put on a condom,” he groaned as he fucked into you. “I just… I wanna cum in you. So fucking bad. Just over and over and over.” He was getting so fucking deep. This man was really trying to fuck you into the mattress.

And you couldn’t even say anything back because it was just too damn much. What could you say. You’d already embarrassed yourself enough tonight. If you weren’t careful you’d end up crying from his dick again and you didn’t want him to stop again. You wanted him to never stop.

Fuck how the fuck are you already fucking cumming!

“Fuck you’re such a fucking Daddy,” you sobbed into his shoulder not being able to help it as the moniker slipped from your lips.

“Yeah? Am I?” He hissed. “Shit, Baby,” he groaned. Headboard slamming against the wall. “That’s it, Baby. I’ll be your fucking Daddy.”

“I can’t fucking take anymore,” you finally admitted.

“Don’t say that, Baby. You can give me one more. Just one more,” he groaned.

“I can’t,” you whimpered.

“Yes,” he thrust in really deep making you gasp, “you,” he withdrew until just the tip was in, “can.” And then he did it again where he went balls deep.

Swear to god you were so fucking like how was he doing this to you it didn’t make any fucking sense.

“Fucking hold it. Hold it for me,” he said going a little faster. “You got it. You can fucking do it. Gonna cum in you. This my pussy now. Fucking hear me?”

He was just so animalistic and you were barely hanging on. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. Losing your goddamn mind. How the fuck would he expect you to move on when he was doing this to you. Who the fuck else would be able to do this to you. You’d just gotten out of a four year relationship and you didn’t know you could cum like this until now. 

“Daddy, oh my god,” you sobbed again. “Fuck. I can’t hold on.”

“That’s okay,” he groaned. “Fuck. Cum for me.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded as his body got all ridged. Putting his hand around your neck as he started to feel his own orgasm catching up to him. “Fuck yeah. Cum for me, Y/N,” he said again.

Something about hearing him saying your name was just… it was all too much. Like everything was just too much. You couldn’t fucking stop. You knew your throat would be raw as hell in the morning.

It felt like he’d made you shatter into a million little pieces after having denied you while you had already had too much. Coupled with the feeling of him losing himself deep inside of you. Fuck. It was too much. And yet you know you wanted more.

“I think you broke me,” you whispered as he wrapped his arms around you. Sunlight had finally started to break through the curtains and he was barely letting you go.

Chris chuckled. Kissing your forehead. Sure you’d had little cat naps in between but each time he’d woken you up with kisses or by touching you. You were so fucking worn out. “I’m sorry. Alright come on. Let’s get some sleep.”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You asked him.

He shook his head. “Nah. I’m gonna just take the day. Besides it’s a holiday. It’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” you replied. “Well, good. Cuz I don’t think I can move.”

Chris chuckled. “Don’t worry I’m not letting you go anywhere. I want you to get some rest, okay?”

You nodded as your eyes started to feel all heavy. Hell you didn’t think you could hold on anyway.

#fics by afbh #afbhchickityflickity #chris evans smut #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x black female reader #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x female reader

[idiotwhowritesgenshin]

Diluc and Kaeya with a zombie sibling like Jean and Barbara but for extra angst...

The sibling died when Diluc and Kaeya fought because they threw themselves into the crossfire, trying to stop their brothers from hurting each other.

I did consider this but ultimately a scenario like this is angst overload lol and that restricts my writing a fair bit so I’ll do the one I initially planned

I will explain some differences though with this scenario to this one if you want anon and thanks for being my first ask in this blog :>>>

(Also Im gonna try to get some balls and tag diluc but if the person sees this Im gonna die)

I’m so indecisive on whether to use “Y/N’ or “you” when I cant just say “they” for the reader, can I get some advice on that?

Once again scream at me in my inbox and or replies if I accidentally gave a gender this shit is supposed to be GENDER NEUTRAL IF I MESSED UP TELL ME😭😭

These are also longer than Jean and Barbara’s just because I have better grasps of the brothers’ lore over the two sisters

TW Death, Diluc and Kaeya are traumatized but no condition is specified cause I am not a mental health expert (obviously, if there was other things I needed to tag tell me)

Diluc and Kaeya with a zombie younger sibling

How the sibling died is that they were with Diluc and their father when they were attacked by Ursa the Drake. While Diluc fought off the dragon as Crepus ran to get his delusion, the sibling was killed when Diluc got preoccupied and the Four winds took pity on Diluc when they saw his breakdown at losing his younger sibling and father on the night of his birthday. They were revived before Kaeya chose to reveal his secret and Diluc claimed custody of their sibling, as their biological brother and promptly disowned Kaeya. Reader is roughly 10-12 when they died.

Diluc

- The Knights of Favonius are even worse in his eyes. His entire family died that night and they couldn’t even own up to it, they couldn’t own up to the death of his father and the death of Y/N, a CHILD

- Diluc is a fiercely protective older brother who tends to be overbearing in terms of his sibling’s safety. He really can’t help it, the sight of their corpse and feeling them grow cold in his arms traumatized him immensely and the thought of something like that ever happening again

- His protectiveness is luckily able to be calmed by the servants at his home who always do their best to help him stay grounded to reality and not lose sight of who he is in his overwhelming need to protect the only family he has left

- Perhaps it is a blessing that Y/N lost their memories as if they had remembered who Diluc was before, they surely would have been heartbroken to see their once cheerful brother who was the proud cavalry captain of the knights of Favonius become the dark and brooding, wine tycoon who did dark knight hero work at the side

- Diluc wants to still have a presence in his sibling’s life both because they are part of the reason he works so hard to protect Mondstadt, so that no one may suffer the same fate as they did again, and he’ll never admit it but truly does miss when he could hang out and play with his siblings in bliss

- He doesn’t want Kaeya going near them, when he had confessed to being a spy, in his overwhelming grief and anger, he had accused Kaeya of trying to take his entire family from him and even asked if he was upset that you managed to live

- He ordered his butler to make sure that whenever his sibling went out they have someone with them along with their notebook as he similarly to Jean, is anxious on the thought his sibling could just forget him

- When he's not busy and can properly spend time with his sibling, he mostly allows them to take the wheel as he's honestly just not sure what they want to do with how they've forgotten the past and are still rediscovering their interests so he'll mostly watch them waddle around with different activities and entertain them

Kaeya

- Diluc barred him from meeting their sibling ever again but when did the orders of others ever stop him

- Kaeya is honestly a mystery to his former adoptive sibling, he’s a man who feels familiar yet his appearances in their life are sporadic and Diluc only ever tells them to avoid Kaeya but Kaeya finds his ways to worm his way into Y/N’s life

- His sibling is often left either giggly and excited or just confused after spending time with him due to his tendency to play mind games, something that just leaves them unsure of what happened but luckily never causes them long-term distress due to their short term memory

- Whenever Kaeya is asked about his feelings on his sibling becoming a zombie, he never gives a proper answer either leaving some comment on it, too vague to get any idea on his feelings or dodge the question altogether

- Y/N coming back to life gave him a naive hope, a hope that maybe the world would be on his side and that he could finally stop lying, that he could finally pick who to side with between Khaenri’ah and Mondstadt but that didn’t happen, and he would never let himself be so vulnerable again

- He doesn’t blame them for his current situation with Diluc, even if their death did inspire him to try and open up, it was ultimately his choice and it undeniably hurts to be denied access to someone he truly sees as a younger sibling by the man he still sees as his older brother, he’ll take it with a smile, like he always has

- The notebook issue does worry him but luckily he has his ways to worm his way in so that they can remember him, no matter what Diluc does, Kaeya has his ways

- He likes to have them spend time with Klee, you became much quieter after you were revived due to becoming a zombie so he finds it adorable to watch the cheerful Spark Knight play with their sibling who for the most part is confused but also enjoys playing with her, he always makes sure to stop Klee from doing anything that could be harmful to them though, Diluc would kill him

#Genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #Genshin impact Diluc #Genshin impact Kaeya #Diluc x reader #Kaeya x reader #tagging as x reader for the sake of being seen #diluc ragnivindr x reader #kaeya alberich #Diluc ragnivindir #Kaeya Alberich x reader #death tw #tw death #zombie sibling au

[elias-code]

The Feeling’s Mutual - c!Techno x Reader

PT 1 because I‘m taking too long lmao

Characters: c!Technoblade x gn!Reader, Philza, Quackity, Charlie S

Summary: [from an ask] The reader is kicked out by Quackity from Las Nevadas and was forced to roam around to look for somewhere to live and they end up in Techno’s cabin after passing out in the tundra. At first, you have a shared hatred of each other, but you end up warming up when you figure out he’s been making you breakfast.

Warnings: Exile, mild malnutrition, corruption

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“Ooh! I get to go visit you now! Like a vacation!” Charlie cheered.

“No, Charlie,” You sighed, continuing to follow him out of the city, “I’m getting exiled. I don’t think Quackity will let you visit me,”

He frowned, confused. He wasn’t the best at understanding broad concepts like exile and all the drama that brought it about. He just thinks you’re one of his best friends, and that Quackity is also his best friend. Now, Quackity was in no way your friend as you once were. He banished you for the dumbest thing, just because you challenged his integrity. Unbeknownst to Charlie, Quackity was giving away trade secrets, rigging elections and his casinos. You didn’t join him to scam people, you just wanted a new start after L’Manburg.

You walked with him in silence past the bright neon lights and street lamps of Los Nevadas. You were never going to be allowed back here, even though you built half of the damn place.

“So if Quackity doesn’t let me visit, can you visit me?” Charlie asked solemnly.

“Again, probably not,” You stuffed your hands in your pockets and half-smiled at him, “I don’t think he wants to see me back here. Ever,”

Where were you even going to go? No one would take you. Quackity had made many enemies, who were, in turn, yours, and now no one you were allied with alongside Quackity will be friendly except for Charlie. But Charlie was his lapdog, nothing could touch him and you weren’t going to be allowed around him anymore.

Your enemies list was vast, all the way up at the top, finally overtaking Technoblade, was Quackity. Congrats, Big Q, you piece of shit.

Charlie stopped at the end of the road, finally realizing this might be the last time you see each other. He wanted to cry, but he held it back. There’d always be hope, he could sneak out, you could sneak in. But you’d have to do it all in secret, and it just didn’t feel right to him.

“I’m gonna miss you, Charlie,” You said.

He smiled weakly at you and pulled you in for a slimy hug.

“We’ll see each other again someday,” He stated.

You wanted to believe that, but the pit in your stomach just sank further as the embrace came to an end. You’d have to get going, this would be the last time you see him, or Los Nevadas for that matter, in a long time at least.

-

You spent days wandering. Just as you suspected, no one would take you in. Not even Niki because of your governmental associations. You found the occasional scrap of meat or stale bread in some chests along the prime path, but you felt so sick to your stomach that it became hard to eat anything you found.

From the desert to the ocean to the plains to the tundra you roamed. You hunted with what little supplies you had.

There had been no food for days now, the snow was the only source of water within sight. There were no signs of life, no people, no animals, only the occasional dying tree to sleep under in the blistering cold. As if things couldn’t get any worse, the blizzard came.

Blinding white all around. The only sound audible was the whistling of the wind in the frozen, rotting branches above you. At this point, you’d gone numb, the only thing you could feel was your heart beating heavily in your chest as you lost consciousness.

-

“We couldn’t just leave them out in the snow, Techno! That’s just cruel!”

“They’re with Quackity, Phil. Don’t make me explain this again,”

“I’m not going to let you throw them back out,” Phil explained, “No one would willingly come here, Technoblade. They have a reason, I know it,”

You opened your eyes cautiously. It was warm, you were covered in a thick red cape and a few blankets, the fire next to you was roaring. Whatever argument was taking place had moved further into the distance, out of earshot.

Everything ached, but at least you were warm. You let yourself come to your senses. Maybe the exile was all a nightmare. Maybe Quackity wasn’t a dumb bitch after all. But where were you? Whose bed was this? Whose-

It’s Technoblade’s cape.

Your eyes widened as you shot up out of bed. The pain in your legs was sickening, but so was being in this man’s house. You ran to the fireplace and grabbed some sharp steel tongs, meant for poking at the logs, for protection. His footsteps moved closer, the conversation was over.

You brandished your weapon and prayed for dear life.

The door creaked open and he stepped through, shutting it behind him. He stared at you, looking down at the weapon and then back at the tossed bed. He looked unfazed by your threatening pose. You were more scared than he was.

“I lend you my cape,” Technoblade points at the bed, “And you decide the best move for you is to stab me?”

Guilt crept into your throat.

“What am I doing here?” You hissed at him.

“Phil found you under a tree,” He chuckled, “And decided he wanted to adopt someone else,”

“Aren’t you supposed to kill me or something?”

“Why? Should I?” He threatened, taking a step towards you.

You stepped back, bumping into the table behind you, “That- That’s what you do,”

“If it were up to me, you’d probably be buried in the snow by now.”

You scowled at him, rediscovering past hatred towards him and using that to fuel your rage.

“I’d rather be left out there,” You spat, “Not stuck in here with you-“

“Again, I agree, but Phil is the one you should be angry with if you don’t want to be here,” He rolled his eyes and held his hand out.

“I’m not giving this back to you,” You growled.

He stepped forward and snatched the spear out of your hand, tossing it behind him, out of reach. He leaned forward and hissed in your face, “Don’t try anything, kid,”

You swallowed your pride, weak and unarmed. Whether you liked it or not, you’d have to stay with him for a while. No one would take you in, so it was either deal with Technoblade or die. You might as well use this to your advantage.

-

Days went by where you never even saw Techno. Phil took care of you most of the time, but he didn’t have any room in his house with Wilbur being there and all, so you were forced to sleep in Techno’s cabin. It became easier and more manageable as time went on. The only time you ever really saw him were the latest hours of the night when he’d come home and, if you were lucky, at dawn when he left.

Breakfast usually materialized at your doorstep every morning around the same time. Sometimes it was yoghurt, sometimes fresh fruit, sometimes cold meat and oatmeal, but it was always delicious. You suspected Phil was behind the mysterious meals, that was until you asked him about it.

“I don’t think I ever said, but thanks for breakfast,” You smiled at Phil as you helped him load firewood into the horse’s saddlebags.

He looked at you, perplexed, to say the least.

“What breakfast? Don’t you just eat whatever Techno has?” Phil replied.

Your stomach turned, letting the past couple of weeks turn over in your head. You shouldn’t have assumed Phil was the one making your food. You should’ve asked before you just started gorging yourself every morning.

Phil watched as you turned pale and hopped on the horse. He thought that you just ate whatever Techno had in his pantries, and never questioned it. Now, all was revealed. Techno had been making you breakfast.

For most people living as a guest in someone else's house, having breakfast brought to their door would just be seen as a sweet thing, but it was dangerously blown out of proportions when it was your ex greatest enemy doing it without you even knowing. You silently reasoned with yourself that if he was going to poison you, you’d be dead already. That comforting fact backfired as you realised he could have killed you so easily. Your emotions were on a rollercoaster, and your stomach sank deeper and deeper as the more intrusive thoughts crept in.

You needed to catch him in the act. Something about The Blood God making you breakfast created sentiments of self-worth out of thin air. Part of you wanted to prove it to yourself, and part of you wanted to embarrass him for it.

-

The familiar shine of daybreak made the room glow orange. The fire had gone out that night, as it usually did, but the cold felt like nothing now that you had a mission to accomplish.

You slipped out of bed, clad in leggings and a simple green shirt. The floor was icy on your bare feet but you trodded out the door and down the stairs, heading for the kitchen.

The dining room was salmon-pink, highlighted by the bright orange flickering coming from the fireplace. It was already warmer down here than it was upstairs, the fire must’ve already been on for a while by now. The kitchen was out of view, but you could already smell fish frying from the base of the stairs.

Making your way through the archway, you spotted Techno’s red cape on its hook by the door next to the thick winter coat you loaned from Phil. Below them, both were black boots, sprinkled with half-melted snow. The floorboard below you creaked when you stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

Techno spun around, startled by the noise. His face flushed with guilt temporarily but was quickly replaced by a furrowed brow and confused eyes.

“What are you doing awake? It’s five,” He implored.

“I could smell the salmon,” You shrugged and moved towards him innocently.

He turned back to the fish and turned the stove off, sliding it onto a plate.

“What’re we eating today?”

“You just said,”

You scoffed and conceded. It was a dumb thing to ask, but he wasn’t supposed to answer. It was only meant to highlight the reality that you knew what he’d been doing. Nothing in his expression, now unreadable, made you think he didn’t know that you knew he’d been making you breakfast.

He gently pushed by you, letting his arm brush against yours. It made your heart skip a beat, probably out of fear, you told yourself. Your skin went cold, but you followed him into the next room where he put the dish on the table and gestured for you to sit.

“You don’t seem to hate me anymore,” You mumbled.

“I never said I hated you, just that I don’t like you,”

“Well, you don’t seem to not like me either,”

He blinked at you and sat across the table from you.

“Where are you going today?” You said with a mouthful of food, “To do mysterious things, I imagine,”

“I was going to stay here today, actually.”

You stopped eating.

“I finished my mysterious duties,” He mocked.

Well, he wasn’t going to budge on where he’d been going the past few nights, but that wasn’t particularly important right now. What caught your attention was that he was staying here for the day. Again, meaningless to most people, but with him, it was surprising.

He began snickering, just at your face.

“I was never the one that hated you,” He laughed, “You were the one who brandished that poker at me,”

Your face flushed red with embarrassment, “I can be resourceful, at least,”

He continued to laugh at you, the absurdity of the situation hitting him with full force. Right now you wished you could hit him with full force.

“Alright, alright,” He took a deep breath, “I do have some questions for you,”

You looked up at him, annoyance plastered on your face.

“Shoot,”

“Why are you here instead of Las Nevadas?”

“Because Quackity kicked me out, and-“

“How did you know I made you breakfast?” He cut you off.

“I asked Phil, but-“

“Why did Quackity kick you out?”

“I asked him too many questions, just-“

“Do you still hold any loyalty to him?”

“No, but-“

“Questionnaire over, thank you for participating,” He stood up and excused himself from the table, heading back to the kitchen.

-

Techno never left again after that. He stuck around and made an effort to make you annoyed and uncomfortable every chance he could get. It was becoming a sort of game with him, and you were more than happy to play along. It made it easier to get along with him in general. There’d be no more dreading seeing him, no more awkwardness surrounding your avoidance.

Now, you had other things to be awkward about. If you passed each other a bit too close in a doorway, when you tripped over a rug in the living room, the fact that you were sleeping in his bed, the abrupt flirtatious nature of the man you were now sharing a room with.

You never really thought about it, but before he moved back into his room onto a makeshift bed, he’d been sleeping on the couch. He’d wake you early in the morning when he’d get up to make breakfast, and whenever he did leave to run errands, he’d wake you late at night when he came home.

One morning, around eight, he woke you purposefully.

“Get dressed, I want to show you something,” he whispered, gently shaking you.

You groggily complied and eventually found your way to the front door where he was waiting for you.

“No breakfast?” You asked.

“Breakfast after,” He said, opening the door.

He was dressed in his usual clothes, but he carried a large satchel with him. Inside were different scraps of leftover meat and some bones. He didn’t tell you what for, but you were too tired to ask anyway.

You followed him through the fresh snow, crunching under your feet. It was drowned out by mindless conversation that you both kept up to stay awake. He brought you to a distant hill in a clearing, where a cliffside was awaiting. The conversation stopped as he told you to wait, and he went over to the wall and pressed a rock into the stone.

You could faintly hear the sound of pistons firing before the rock slid down slotted into the floor.

The sound of dogs barking filled the forest as hundreds of dogs and puppies spilt out of the entrance. Most of them went running to Techno, who was now holding the bag aloft, out of reach from the dogs. Some of them ran to you, their tails wagging happily at their new potential playmate.

“Pretty cool, huh?” He shouted.

“Holy-“ You stopped and pet the large, black dog that jumped on you, “Where’d you get so many dogs?”

“Long story,” He began to throw chunks of meat into the writhing pile of hounds, who were now obsessively sniffing you.

“I do this three times a week,” he said as he made his way over to you, “It’d get done a lot faster if you could help now that you’re living here full-time,”

“Wait,” You looked at him blankly, “Full-time?”

“That’s the idea,”

You thought for a moment, “Where am I going to sleep?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” he said, handing you some chunks of meat to throw.

By the time Techno’s bag was empty, it was almost noon. He shephered them back into the cavern and shut the door behind them. They were very well trained, when he commanded them all to sit once they got inside, there was no hesitation. The puppies were confused at first, but they followed along with the pack flawlessly.

Leaving the clearing, you talked with him freely about your plans for the future at the cabin. It didn’t mean you’d live there forever, knowing Techno, he might end up being hunted out of the tundra eventually. But for now, you were sticking with him.

It was strsnge to think that you were once mortal enemies, staring each other down on the battlefield with nothing but rage coursing through your veins. Now, you were cheerily chatting about what it would be like to settle down together. Between the two of you, mutual feelings of respect and redemption. The distrust was long since buried.

#c!techno x reader #c!technoblade x reader #techno x reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #techno dsmp #dsmp x reader #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt x reader #mcyt #eli exile #elias original