#that scene is in the night market :D

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Secrets Kept From Him 18+ Ch 4: A friend from the past Ran x F!Reader x Draken WC: 4k+ Resident: @enchantedforest-network TW: Suggestive themes, temptation, divorced Draken, smoking, and drinking (unedited) Synopsis: The risky phone call sets the mood for Ran knowing you were fighting that urge to give in. He makes it very well aware of how deprived you've been he knows how to care for your needs. Running into an old friend that you have known since your childhood, you both had a lot of catching up to do, his life hasn't been as perfect as you expected since you've been gone. The feelings Draken suppressed for years would start to show more, and Ran wouldn't be the only one showing interest in you.

Ran contemplated showing up unannounced to your home at this hour. He couldn’t get his mind off what you might be doing to yourself. The memories of how his name spilled from your lips made him ache to hear it again. Like a drug he couldn't get enough.

You shouldn’t have picked up the call… You didn’t want to make it look like that at all to him. Giving him that satisfaction of you missing him in that way. Ran coming over anytime he wants, and knowing yourself once you get that taste of him you won’t stop. All these different scenes were popping into your mind of what if. What if I allowed him to come over would he just come and go? Would he want to stay and do the whole family thing? He was different seeing how you left him in the beginning affected him. You began to think about your daughter and seeing him interact with her was one of the best moments you have ever witnessed. Yet you wanted to make sure you protected her she may find on Ran and the line of business he may do on the side other than running the club.

You tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep as you were still wrapped up in your thoughts. You felt restless not getting any sleep for another night. Your body felt exhausted as you got up in the morning slowly moving around your home getting dressed and your daughter dressed for the day. The market was about a block away from your home so you decided you may need a walk instead of driving there. Holding onto your daughter's hand you both began walking down the street. It took about a 10min walk to the market. Grabbing a small shopping basket you both began to go down the aisle grabbing the items you needed. Looking at the basket checking everything off the list. There was something you hadn’t made in a while “how about we make a cake today?” looking down at your daughter.

Her eyes brighten up at the idea “yes!” Just that smile alone made you forget how tired you were.

Both of you began making your way towards the next aisle. When turning the corner you bumped into someone. “Oh I’m sorry.”

“Sor--_______?” a voice that you hadn’t in a long time.

Taking a double look at the tall man you met with his dark colored eyes. “Ken?”

“Yeah it's me.” He let a small smirk. You noticed his hair was darker but the signature dragon tattoo on the side of his head “It's been a while.”

“Yeah it has been.” He responded. He noticed your daughter who was holding onto your leg. “You're a mom now.”

“Yeah, this is D/n” you rubbed the top of her daughter. “D/n this is mommy’s friend, Ken.”

Draken crouched down a bit to greet D/n “hey there.”

She buried her face in your legas you both could hear her say “hello”

He let a low hmph out as he stood up “she is just like you when you were a kid. Is it just you two?” he asked, assuming to see someone else with you.

“It’s just us.”

“I see.” Draken wanted to catch up with you, wondering where you have been for the last 5 years. “If you're not busy right now there is a nearby park we can catch up for a bit while D/n plays for a bit.” he looked at his watch.

You were curious about what he was up to as well. After leaving the market, the three of you arrived at the park. Not a lot of kids were out. Your daughter ran as fast as she could to the jungle gym. Finding a bench closeted to the jungle gym you both took a seat. “How has life been treating you?” Asking him.

Opening his can of coffee “it could be better in some parts. How about you?”

“Same… just trying to move along.” Giving him a quick look then returning your attention to your daughter.

“Since you're back in town I assume you and Ran are together again.” He took a drink of his coffee. When he looked at your daughter the distinct features of Ran's appeared in your daughter.

“We aren’t together. He just found out about D/n recently and well....it’s just complicated…” you sighed.

“Dealing with him in general is complicated.” Draken spoked taking a shot at Ran. When you and Ran were dating years back, he knew Draken had feelings for you but he never acted on them. This gave Ran this opportunity to sweep you off your feet. He made it known when you both were dating you were his and only his, Draken was bothered by it but never spoke about it to you he ended up dating someone for a while. But still every now and then he thought about you. When you left there was a brief altercation between him and Ran. Ran must have thought Draken knew where you were but he was completely in the dark just like him. “But you were the one dating him.”

“Ken, it wasn't alway ls complicated.” turning your head towards him. “It’s just…”

“It must have been complicated to make you leave. Because if not, you wouldn’t have left.” Draken responded. He was right, there was a brief moment of silence between you both. He was straightforward as always. “You had your reasons for leaving _______,”

You heard the familiar laughter coming from your daughter who was coming down the slide. Both you and Draken looked at her coming down then running back to the stairs to the jungle gym. A soft smile fell on your lips “she was my reason, Ran is not a saint by any means but you know the line of work he does. When they say those motherly instincts kick it they do and you would do anything to protect them.”

He smirked, giving a small nod. “I see...Well from what I see being a mom suits you...But I get it...” he took a drink. The both of you talked for a little while long before he had to leave. “Listen I got to get going, take my number down, give me a call if you need to talk to anyone.”

Both of you exchanged numbers “Of course. It was good to see you Ken.” you gave him a smile.

“Good to see you too _____.” Draken smiled, putting his phone away. He looked towards your D/n “Oi d/n be good for you mom.” he called out waving to her. She nodded, giving him a wave.

Draken was glad to see you were doing well. A lot has happened in his own life he didn’t want to bring up. Seeing you smile was something he missed seeing. Knowing now that you are not dating anyone he may take his opportunity. He knew Ran would be also trying to win you back but he wasn’t going to give up that easily. When he arrived at the shop to start his work, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Suppressed feelings he kept were coming out.

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Ran and Rindou were signing the contracts with Ms. Yamaguchi. “Well now it's official.” Ran spoke. He leaned back on the chair.|

“Yes I believe it is.” Ms.Yamaguchi spoke. “You seem to be wanting to rush out quickly now, Ran. Hopefully that meeting you have to attend to won’t put too much stress on you.”

Rindou looked at his brother's when they mentioned a ‘meeting?’. By the word meeting it must have meant he was going to see you and d/n. After last night when Ran made that call last night at the club, his brother seemed to be more focused.

“Of course my dear,” Ran gave a charming smile.

“We still need to set up dinner plans, it would be a shame if we don’t have anything on the books right now.” She spoke looking over at Ran. Ms. Yamaguchi seemed to be more infatuated with Ran the passing days. She had in her mind she would be the one to capture the eldest Haitani brother's heart.

‘Shit…’ assuming he thought she would have forgotten and she didn’t “Your right. We can set something up.” he looked at his phone, “I can do something this coming friday.”

Getting the dinner plans set up. Ran wanted to leave anticipating seeing you both. As he and Rindou left, “Meeting huh?” Rindou spoke, closing the door. The care began to drive off.

“She tried to schedule something for dinner time today knowing what she would have wanted after… But I had plans to see ____ and D/n” Ran spoke, lighting a cigarette.

“I see… So what are you hoping for when spending this time with them? Do you want to be with _______? Or just be a father?”

“I want both.” Ran holding the cigarette between his fingers. “Besides I think _______ may have missed me more than she is wanting to show…”

“How could you tell?” Rindou asked.

He began to remember the desperation in your voice from last night. “I just know. _____ is very easy to read.”

Seeing his brother's ego a bit more bigger now just the mention of your name. “If you say so…”

Ran looked at his watch, it was getting close to the afternoon time. “That reminds me, you still want to meet her, correct?”

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You were getting a bit more nervous as the time was getting closer and closer to him arriving. Wondering what was on his mind after last night's call. ‘You will not give into him that easily.’ you spoke to yourself preparing for the serpent charms coming from Ran. You took a quick glimpse of your daughter who was admiring the cake that was displayed on the counter top. “The cake sure does look good.” you smiled.

“Mhmm, I can’t wait to try it!” she spoke in a happy tone.

Hearing the doorbell ring made your heart race. He was here already. Cleaning your hands you began to walk to the front door. Opening the door to see Ran with a smile. “Hello _____.” Ran’s smooth voice sending chills down your spine.

“Hey Ran.” Letting him in the home.

The aroma coming from the kitchen filled his nostrils coming from the front door way “It does smell lovely in here.” his eye seeing his little one exiting out the kitchen. “Hello there princess.”

She gave a soft smile “Hello Mr. Ran.”

“D/n go wash your hands, we will be eating soon.” you smiled. She followed your instructions going to the bathroom washing her hands. You began to walk to the kitchen, as Ran followed you.

“So did you get any sleep last night?” he asked knowing it couldn’t be avoided.

“Not really… I couldn’t sleep.” you said facing the cabinet and reaching for something.

“I bet you couldn’t.” you felt Ran lightly press against your back. His head slightly dropped closer to your ear. His hands pressing against the counter caging you in. “Were you lonely?” softly cooing.

“Ran.” you softly spoke. You felt his hands tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I would have come over right away if you told me too. I could have taken care of you.” his voice was lower and more seductive.

Your heart was beating so hard against your chest, you could feel the heat on your cheeks intensifying. You bit your lower lip, you were fighting that urge trying to calm down. The sexual tension, something you hadn’t felt in so long.

“Hadn’t I always taken care of you pretty girl?” you could feel a smile on his lips even if you couldn’t see it. The moment would be cut short when you both heard your daughter coming back to the kitchen. She noticed Ran close to you. Changing the tone of the mood “your mommy couldn’t reach the bowl I’m just getting it for her.” his hand reaching above you grabbing the bowl down.”

As you served the lunch you all sat down. You couldn’t make eye contact with Ran at the table. It was hard not to look at him without a blush hitting your cheeks. Ran missed the way you prepared food for him. Nothing seemed to taste right when he tried to make the dishes your way. “So princess, how was your day?” Ran asked.

“Good me and mommy went to the market and the park. She met another friend.”

“A friend you say?” Ran looked at her. He was curious which friend you saw today.

“Mhmm.” she was gonna speak before you told her.

“Sweetheart, don't talk with your mouth full.” you said to her. Your daughter continued to chew her food.

Ran looked at you “which friend?” he asked.

“We ran into Ken.” you responded.

“Draken well, that is interesting.” Ran spoke in an off tone. Out of all the people you would run into him he thought. The last time he heard about Draken was when Ran and him had a small altercation when you left.

“You know him too Mr. Ran?” d/n asked him.

“Oh yes, I hadn't seen him in years though.” Ran changed his tone when his daughter asked.

You decided to change the subject, “Ran, do you like the food?” you asked him.

“You still have a touch when cooking.” Ran smiled.

After eating you were taking the plates to the sink. Ran stood with D/n who went outside. You were looking out the window to see them by the flower bed. Your daughter looked at Ran wondering where the pretty lady he was with when she saw them at the hotel. “Mr. Ran, where is your girlfriend from the hotel?” she asked.

“Girlfriend?” he began to think. Ms. Yamaguchi. She did see him with her at the hotel when they were exiting out of the hotel elevator. “Oh she wasn’t my girlfriend. She was a friend.”

She tilted her head and blinked a few times “But you were holding her hand? Can you hold hands and not be boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Of course I was making sure she didn’t fall.” It was a horrible lie but it seemed to work. “You are very observant aren’t ya.” he chuckled.

She nodded at him before looking at the flowers looking for one to pick. “Mr. Ran, Do you know who my daddy is?” she asked.

His eyes widened a bit looking at the little girl who plucked a pink flower. “Yea why do you ask?”

“I was just asking… I just don’t know anything about him. Mommy said he lives here in Tokyo.” she plucked another flower that was purple.

“I see…” Ran wasn’t sure if he should just tell her or wait a bit longer. “Well your daddy…I know he loves your mother a lot. When she came into his life he wanted to give everything the world had to offer.” he smiled as his eyes met with his daughters.

“Really?” the small eyes lighting up a bit.

“Yeah… I know your daddy does love you very much too. He would do anything to see you smile.” Ran spoke as himself in the 3rd person. “I know he will look forward to being reunited with you and your mommy hopefully soon.”

Walking to the kitchen window to see them. Ran seemed to be telling D/n something that was making her smile. You could see him lifting his pinky up and hers as well. You couldn’t deny he would have been such a great father to her if she knew sooner. Walking outside you walked towards them. “You two seem to be having fun.”

“Mhmmm Mr. Ran was telling me he has a younger brother and you know him too.” D/n smiled

“Oh Rin.” you smirked “ You see Ran and Rin used to get into a lot of trouble when they were younger.”

“Really Mr. Ran?” she looked at him.

“Not a lot. Just small things.” he smiled trying to make what he did very small when they weren't

You looked at him raising your brow. “If you say so.”

“You know your mommy would scold us a lot when we got into trouble. She acted like a mom before she became one.”

You chuckled “like you listen to me anyways. I think Rin listens more to me than you did.”

Hearing you laugh did put a smile on his face. “How do I put it, it's like a kitten thinking it was a lion and trying to scold other lions. It was more cute than scary to me.”

As it started to get darker the three of you headed in. Your daughter was on the couch watching her show with Ran. As he was watching the kid show he was wondering what happened to the kid shows he used to watch that were different from what his daughter watched. She was becoming tired. You were in the kitchen putting the rest of the food up. Ran got up walking to the kitchen he saw you putting the items up. Catching your attention “Hey.“

“Do you need help? She asked

“No it's okay I got it. Is d/n falling asleep?” asking him.

“She is getting there…” his eyes followed you. Ran walking towards you, grabbing your hand. “_____” You looked up at him. “You know I would do anything for you and D/n right?”

You nodded at Ran “I know Ran…” your mind began to think of what Rin told you and just remember the hickey on his neck he was still covering up, you were still in your feelings about that. “She should be your main thing. just for right now...”

Ran giving you a sincere look, his heart was still aching from everything and it was weighing on him more. Taking it slow was painful to him to endure now that you were here. Both of you walk to the living room to find D/n asleep on the couch. “Let me take her.” Ran carefully picking up the sleeping child trying not to wake her. Going up the stairs she was in a deep slumber. Getting to her room he didn't put her down on the bed. You watched from the door frame as he cradled her in his arms. His eyes couldn’t pull away from her. “My baby.” he softly spoke. He pressed his lips softly against her forehead before tucking her into the bed. “Sweet dreams my little one.” Just the sight of him in the tender moment with D/n made your heart ache.

Ran walking out of the room he looked at the time “I promise Rin I would meet him at the club soon.” Ran began making his way to the front door.

“Thank you for coming over.” you saw him place his coat on.

“Thank you for having me. I know it would be up to you but when you're up to it I want you to come to the club with me as my guest one of these nights. You deserve to have a night out.” Ran smiled.

Giving him a smile “I will think about it.”

“I will call you in the morning unless you wanna make it a late night call.” he smirked

You rolled your eyes. “Morning is better,”

“Can you answer one question for me?” Ran asked.

“Were you thinking about me last night?” he asked

Your face heated up “Goodbye Ran.”

“I’d take it as a yes. Still my offer stands, let me know when you want me over.” Ran grabbed the nob.

“Mhmm okay. Well good night.” the door opened.

Before he exited out the door he reached for your hand “till we meet again” he responded placing a kiss on the back of your hand. Letting go of your hand you watched him get into your car.

When you closed the door, it was still a bit early. The house was quiet as you walked into the kitchen grabbing a wine glass along with a bottle of wine. As you were pouring the glass your phone began to vibrate on the counter looking at your phone to see Draken's number appear. Picking up your phone “Hey Ken.”

“Hey, did I catch you at a bad time?” He was cleaning his hands with a rag. “I can call you later.”

“No no it's fine. What's going on?” you asked him.

Adjusting the phone to his ear “Nothing I just finished up for the day. Is D/n up still?”

“She just fell asleep,” responding as you place the wine down on the counter.

“She fell asleep early, kids can’t hang nowadays.” he joked as he looked at the time when it barely hit 8pm. “I should have called sooner. I wanted to take you both out as a welcome back to Tokyo by going to the pier.”

You smiled slightly at the sweet gesture “She had a busy day and burned a lot of the energy at the park this morning. I appreciate the offer Ken'' decided to give him an offer “Why don’t you come over? I know you haven’t eaten. I made a lot of food. So you don’t have to worry about cooking tonight.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked as he grabbed his bag.

“Yeah come over. I will send you the address. See you soon.”

“See ya soon.” He hung up the phone.

“Who will you see soon?” Inui asked as he was leaving the shop at the same time.

Draken looked over at him. “It was _____ , she is back in town.”

He raised his brow. “I would have thought it was Emma calling you.”

“we hadn’t spoken since the divorce went through…I know once she finds out _____ is back in town. You know how she can get.” Draken spoke. Emma did have a bit of jealousy towards you because of how close you and Draken were until you started to date Ran. Even married she felt like Draken wasn’t full hers because a part of him still cared for you. Even while still working in the garage, Shinichiro and Mikey knew it was none of their business to be involved with the divorce of Draken and Emma. They knew Draken before he started to date Emma. But a lot of people didn’t expect the pair to be divorced after two years of marriage. It sure didn’t work out for them.

“Good luck with that. See ya tomorrow.” Inui walked away.

When Draken got the text message of your address he began to make his way to your home. The drive to your home wasn’t too far from the shop. Knocking on the door he waited.

Opening the door you saw Draken. “Did you speed?” You joked with him.

“You know me too well.” He smirked walking into the home. Looking around “nice it’s pretty big just for the two of you,”

“I know but I like it, it feels more spacious. Have a seat let me get the plate.” walking to the kitchen.

He took a seat at the table. You brought the food to him, taking a seat next to him. “Thanks”

“Your welcome.”

You both began to catch up on things in one another’s life. It felt like the old times. Reminiscing about the past and fun memories. “So what happened with you and Emma? Are you both still dating? I would have thought I would have been married by now.” your fingers lightly touching the counter.

“We were married.” Draken letting a small sigh out.

“Wait were?” You spoke on a surprised tone.

“Yeah… it didn’t work out. The divorce went through a few months ago.” Draken gaze was fixated on the table.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out. I would have thought it would have lasted forever between you two. You both seemed so good for one another.”

“That’s how it looked on the outside but there were some issues that grew until I had enough.” He said drawing his attention to you. "Happiness was always displayed infront of people. Showing them nothing was wrong but in the end we were hurting on another more than making each other happy."

“I see… are you happy now?” Asking him.

“Yeah. I wish her the best and I will always have love for her..” Draken adjust himself in the seat “what about you?”

You looked down at the wine glass. "I'm happy..."

"In that tone it doesn't sound like it." He responded. "Draken I'm happy I really am. Confused on things but happy." making eye contact with him for a brief moment. "Confused on Ran?" he asked.

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Love Language Headcanons BG3 (Pt. 1)

Love language headcanons for the male companions! Female companions will be in a part 2. Because I have nothing better to do :D

Astarion’s love languages revolve less around the specific type and more about the intent. He’ll listen to you spew thoughtless praise and such at him for hours, but it’s when you complement things that people don’t tend to notice that he’ll really melt. Because sure, he’s used to people calling him handsome and using his body to seduce people, but he’s not so used to someone pointing out, say, his fine skills with sewing. Or using words like ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’ instead of ‘charming’ and ‘handsome. It’s why he’ll get a bit shocked during the one mirror scene if you start pointing out smaller, seemingly inconsequential details, like the curls of his hair or his smile lines- he’s not used to people caring enough to look that closely. In the same vein, he also enjoys physical touch, but moreso anything non-sexual. Hand-holding, forehead kisses, hugs- any touch that has no ulterior motive behind it. It takes him a while to get used to, but once he does it’s like you can’t get him off of you. He’ll get all whiny about it too sometimes if he doesn’t feel like you’ve been touching enough, “Tav, darling, you’re simply neglecting me, holding that dagger instead of my ever so cold hand. Positively cruel.”

Gale defaults to acts of service at first. It’s what he’s kind of used to after Mystra, trying so hard to keep up with pleasing her again and again. Putting all of his self-worth into what he can provide for her. But after helping him work through a bit of that trauma and making sure he understands that he doesn’t constantly have to be doing something for you for you to stay, he realizes he simply enjoys just passing the time together. Quality time. Even if you two are in the same room doing entirely different things, he just finds it comforting to know you’re there, that he’s not alone, and that you’re not going anywhere. Of course, he’ll still go out of his way to do things for you, but it starts becoming more of a gift giving habit. He’ll bring you something from the market because ‘it reminded me of you, so you had to have it.’ He’ll get you books he’s read that he thinks you’ll enjoy. Tiny trinkets that he could go into hour-long explanations on why he just had to get it for you. Poems and little notes written and handed to you before he walks out the door. Eventually, you’ll have so many tiny little things he’s given you that you’re running out of space, but you’ll just have to get a bag of holding, because there’s no way in hell you’re getting rid of them. Later, when he finds out you not only still have every single little thing, and also remember when you got every single one, he’s so touched that he… totally isn’t crying, no, there’s just something in his eye.

Wyll is very much a words of affirmation man. He is the Disney prince of BG3, and can and will rave on about you for days on end. He’ll spin tiny things you’ve done and tell them to people like they were the most incredible things he’s ever seen. You could wake up with a bedhead and be the groggiest you’ve ever been and he’ll still tell you you’re gorgeous. He’s horrible at taking what he dishes out after Mizora changes him, though, especially at first when it comes to his own looks. He’s used to the praise people spew about the Blade of Frontiers, but less used to your little compliments about Wyll Ravengard. Many nights after the transformation, you spend them with him spewing sweet words about his new horns or idly tracing fingers along them to make sure he knows you’re not afraid of it. You still see him as a person, and that’s where physical touch comes in. Because your words and touch reminds him that he’s still there. Still human. And still loved. And of course, like the gentleman he is, he will always try to find some way to return the favor and attention later on. Will ask what he can do to repay you, and if you answer with a ‘don’t worry about it’ or ‘you don’t need to do anything,’ he’ll just find little things to do in return anyway. You mentioned liking this one specific thing from a town five days ago? Well, it appears on your pillow later that night. His acts of service side tends to come out during those times too. A minor inconvenience that you could easily handle? Oh, he’s got that covered. Don’t even try to protest it, he’ll start listing off all of the things you’ve done for him lately, and by the time he’s convinced you to sit back down the task could have been handled already.

Halsin is a very tactile person. With everyone. Physical touch is a natural need of the body, after all, and he is a man of nature. So even platonically, he will be setting a hand on people’s shoulders, or ruffling hair, or bumping shoulders- any of it. You initiating it, though, is very much appreciated. Maintaining prolonged points of contact, ie hand-holding, cuddling, hugs, etc, is really what makes him feel attached. And when he’s in bear form, he loves the feeling of gentle hands combing through the dense fur, and curling protectively around you when you’re both asleep. He’ll let you braid his hair with a chuckle if you ask, and if you have longer hair, will return the favor. He’s also a gift giver by habit; perhaps it’s the animal instinct. But he’ll bring gifts of foraged berries, or a catch from the river, or even random little flowers and leaves (and of course, will indulge any questions about the specific types of plants he’s bringing back). He’ll light up with any of those questions about nature, and it encourages you to ask more often, even if it’s just a simple “hey, Halsin, what’s this?” on the road. He gets this little twinkle in his eye. Long nature walks become a pretty frequent routine, and if your legs start hurting he’ll either carry you or turn into a bear to let you ride on his back.

#astarion #gale #halsin #wyll #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 headcanons #honestly this ended up being more rambling than anything #this game has me in a chokehold

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jjba & you: fall dates edition.

Another season, another round of D A T E S with some of our faves. HAPPY FALL AND SHIT, Y’ALL. 

> all characters 21+.

> characters: bruno, abbacchio, gyro, jotaro, josuke, doppio/diavolo, diego, giorno, kakyoin, poly caesar & joseph.

> gender-neutral reader.

> sfw fluff, tender and warming for the soul.

(> if you're interested, a summer dates edition with our darling bruno, is here!)

bruno bucciarati ; farmer’s market

Bruno had always loved the hustle and bustle of the farmer's market. Amidst a cacophony of hellos, he would blaze a trail of taste testing and sightseeing, taking in all the market had to offer. Today, you were by his side as he showed you his favorite stalls. "That one over there," he says, pointing one hand and gently resting the other on your shoulder, "has divine maple butter pastries. The farmer makes them fresh every morning." He ushers you to another stall, dotted with bouquets and fairy lights even in the gentle light of morning. "And this one has flowers that are homegrown here in Napoli, picked at the break of dawn." 

The sight of such a diverse array of flowers catches you off guard – mums painted with deep burgundy, sunflowers soaked in the last vestiges of early autumn sun. Bruno hums over the selection and plucks a violet dahlia; its center is smattered with brilliant gold. He tucks it behind your ear and smiles warmth down at you – undoubtedly, the most beautiful flower of them all. 

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leone abbacchio ; fall shopping

At the craft fair, the fragrance of candles poured with apples, leaves, and candy corn float through endless rows of fall decor. Leone wrinkles his nose as you enter a particularly robust row, and casually takes your hand in his. It’s calloused and rough; the arbiter of a small token of affection doled out in carefully placed intervals. It’s ok – you don’t mind. “Why do people make these damn candles so strong?” he grumbles to himself. However, a small, white pumpkin tufted from scratchy felt steals his attention. He picks it up with his other hand, inspecting it as he holds it up to the crisp light of the low autumn sun. “This is cute,” he says under his breath, almost loathe in his admittance. “Let’s put it on our mantle. It'll look nice above the fire.”

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gyro zeppeli ; bonfires & s’mores

"No no no," Gyro titters at you. "You have to smush it like this." He presses his palms together, melding gooey layers of graham cracker, scorched marshmallow, and rich milk chocolate. "The flavors have to bloom!" he continues, stressing each word as he gesticulates. "They have to bloom and grow, so you can stick it in your mouth for it explode with a big boom from the taste of it and–"

You stare at Gyro, mouth agape, as he waxes poetic about the wonders of s'mores technique. The bonfire he so skillfully built was licking its flames to the night sky, acting like it was protesting his lecture. Shadows play across his face, but you notice something amidst the embers' glow. 

"Gyro," you interrupt.

"What?"

"You have chocolate on your nose."

"I do?" He swoops in to bring his face close to yours, and playfully rubs the tip of his nose against your own. "Well, so do you." 

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jotaro kujo ; apple cider

Quiet mornings are always spent together, perusing the daily newspaper on the porch. Morning fog sets the scene, rolling over fireburnt foliage and quaint cottages to douse the horizon with a cozy, picturesque atmosphere. Jotaro looks across at you, deep in the headlines of today's paper. He takes note of your concentration – brows furrowed, eyes scanning, and lips parted and soft from the touch of apple cider kissed along them. His own mug is warm and steaming, with tendrils of heat unfurling to befriend the rolling fog. Eyes still on you, he lifts his mug to his mouth. He takes a moment to relish the taste – but its sweetness holds no candle to the sacred ritual of sharing his mornings with you. 

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josuke higashikata ; pumpkin patch

With all the countenance of an overexcited puppy, Josuke tugs on the hem of your marigold sweater to pull you in the direction of the hayrides. He drags you over rows of pumpkins dusted with nighttime dew; vines snag your ankles as the crunch of leaves lead you to a farmtruck stuffed with bales of hay. Easy as could be, he grabs your waist and lifts you clean off your feet, settling you onto the back of the truck. The low full moon shines its favor on the both of you when you share a tender gaze. 

“Are you ready?” he asks, gently resting his hands on your knees while his cheeks bloom with blush. “As I’ll ever be,” you respond with a smile, reaching your hand out to him. He smiles back, wide and beautiful, as he takes your hand to climb aboard and join you. 

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vinegar doppio/diavolo ; haunted house

Trembling like a fieldmouse at harvest, Doppio latches onto your arm. "I bet another monster is going to hop out any minute," he laments. "I can't take this!" He buries his face into your shoulder and rubs it, wiping away the tears threatening to spill. "We shouldn't have came…"

You reach up to stroke the wild pink fluorescence of Doppio’s hair while you both round a corner into a small and empty room. "They're just actors!" you say, laughing in jest. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

All Doppio could do was quiver in the dim light of the haunted house; he whimpers and grips you tighter. "I mean… I could protect you too, you know."

"Is that so?"

You swore you could see a familiar glint in his eye. Doppio nods, and his body starts to grow larger as he does so. You lean back when you feel a heavy presence – though at this point, you supposed you were used to it. 

A muscular arm pushes you against the wall to trap you between a rock and a hard place. Who you knew as Diavolo was now pressed against you, with his arm bracing the wall to cage you in. "Oh?" says a deep voice. "What’s this?” His tone is smooth and dangerous, and the touch of his trailing hand evaporates down your cheek. "Lost in a sea of wolves, little lamb?"

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diego brando ; trick or treat

“This is stupid.”

Diego huffs as he enters the room, clad in a comically oversized dinosaur suit from head to toe. "Remind me again, why am I doing this?"

In your Jurassic Park ranger costume, you giggle at the sight of Diego, who so courteously succumbed to your request. "Look at you, oh my god!" you say excitedly. "You'll be a hit at all the houses! We're gonna get so much candy, just you watch."

Diego waddles over to you, and you can practically see the scowl on his face through his getup. "I can barely breathe," he complains. "What a stupid tradition."

"It'll be fun, I promise. And you can always take off your little dino head, you know.”

No more permission is needed – he pulls it off with zero hesitation. “Done,” he says, making his way to the overflowing candy bowl in your foyer. "An hour is my absolute limit, mind you."

You follow alongside him, pouting and affectionately pinching his cheek. "Aw, Diego – a little bit longer? Please? For me?"

He picks up a miniature candy bar and tosses it in the air. With a deft hand he grabs it, then squeezes it out its wrapper, sending it flying to catch in his mouth. “Well, if it's for you I suppose I could," he says through a mouthful of sickly sweet chocolate. "Right. Let’s get on with it, then.”

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giorno giovanna ; carving pumpkins

Tongue peeking out in concentration, Giorno carves into the delicate stencil pasted on his pumpkin. Ambitious as always, the pattern is intricate – inlaid with roses aplenty and labor intensive vines. The only sounds in the room are hushed breaths and the drag of carving knives ripping into the pumpkins' soft flesh. 

"How's it coming?" you ask, peering over your own pumpkin. 

"Almost there," Giorno replies, with his eyes trained on his handiwork. "How about you?

“Uh…” You take a moment to tilt your head and appraise your progress. It’s a bit jagged and roughshod, but it still retains the likeness of a classic jack o'lantern. 

Giorno scoots over in his chair and leans into your shoulder to take a peek for himself. “Looking spooky,” he says with a half grin. “I love it.”

“Thanks!” you say, as you go back to hacking into its eye. “But honestly, this part is a little tough to cut through. Do you mind giving me a hand?”

He places his hand on top of yours, grasping your keyhole saw alongside you, and presses a gentle kiss into your temple. “Allow me,” he says, melting all of your woes in one fell swoop. 

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noriaki kakyoin ; apple picking

A dappling of light scatters through a grove of apple trees. The air is fresh and crisp; your baskets overflow with apples speckled in sap. The best part of it all, is getting a lift on Noriaki’s shoulders – a far better option than scrambling up wooden ladders laden with splints. 

From your perch, he runs his hands down your calves, looking up in adoration to observe as you pluck a particularly juicy looking apple. After a small wiggle to position yourself, you tug the fruit from its spot on the branch. It falls into your hand with a satisfying plop. 

“That one’s pretty big,” he notes. “Maybe we should eat that one first.” 

“A good plan, I think,” you say. You give it a quick wipe on your sleeve, then bend over so you can present it in front of his mouth. He smiles with serenity, appreciative of your offer. His eyes lock on yours as he tilts his head forward, sinking his teeth into the ripe flesh. A trickle of juice runs down the side of his mouth, and he can’t help but laugh through the burst of apple. Everything always tastes better when it's with you.

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caesar zeppeli & joseph joestar ; soapmaking

The hustle and bustle of people milling around your soapmaking class was the perfect diversion for Joseph’s latest caper – which was to annoy you and Caesar. Simply put, it was business as usual.

Caesar slipped on a pair of gloves, but the looming figure behind him snatched his attention from pouring his lye. “I can see you, Jojo,” he said, looking over his shoulder in annoyance. “We can both see you.”

Your head was also turned – you were well versed enough to recognize Joseph’s ways. His face stretched in a wide, suspicious smile, and his hands remained hidden behind his back. "No need to get your eyes checked, then!” he exclaimed in a singsong voice, cheesy as ever. “Look at my two favorite lovely people, being so cute, making the best soap–” 

Caesar rolled his eyes and turned back to his work. Leaning over to you, he spoke, “If we ignore him, he just might go away.” 

“Caesar,” Joseph whined, “I’m right here! I can hear you!”

“Good,” said Caesar. 

Joseph whipped his arms from behind his back, brandishing a heart-shaped bar of soap in each hand. "Fine," he pouted. "I was going to give you two these, but since you're being so mean…" 

Your heart melted on sight. Though they looked… suspicious, to say the least, they were still a token of Joseph's affection. "That's so cute, Jojo!" you exclaimed happily. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," grumbled Caesar – but he couldn't even begin to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks.

#jjba #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #gyro zeppeli #jotaro kujo #josuke higashikata #vinegar doppio #diavolo jojo #diego brando #giorno giovanna #noriaki kakyoin #joseph joestar #caesar zeppeli #jjba fluff #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jjba fanfic #bruno x reader #jotaro x reader #kakyoin x reader #joseph x reader #josuke x reader #giorno x reader #gyro x reader

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🐓🤠Hangster Fic Recs🤠 🐓

🐓🤠Hangster Goodies to Read! 🐓🤠

[Recs List 5]

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

List of Hangster Ao3 Authors in Recs List 5:

AnadoraBlack | AncientAviators ~~~ Bottledyarn ~~~ Conny_the_destroyer | Cryinginthebronco ~~~ Fearfrost1211 | FlowersOnMyMind | Fuddlewuddle ~~~ Greenstuff ~~~ Hangmanbradshaw ~~~ Imafriendlydalek ~~~ KatofKanals ~~~ Lesbiseresin ~~~ MadeItUp | Magdarko ~~~ Ok_thanks ~~~ Teacupivy | Tearsricochets | ToukoJalorda003 | Twowritehands ~~~ Winterbitch ~~~ Youlookgood

[Recs List 1] - [Recs List 2] - [Recs List 3] - [Recs List 4] - [Recs List 5]

Off The Market by fearfrost1211 {T}

Even in his peripheral, Jake could see the woman pout. Wait, he frowned, nearly turning and asking right then, what did Roo mean off the market? He was seeing someone?

takin' my heart out (of its zone of comfort) by tearsricochets {T}

Javy, who is still holding on to Bradley like they’re best friends, shakes his head. “Sorry, boss man, I walked all over set. This Tanner dude just isn’t here.” Who the fuck is Tanner? He tries to convey this question to Javy with his eyes, but the actor is not paying a lick of attention to him. He’s looking at the man in front of them, who is instead looking at Bradley like the brunette is the sole cause of every problem in his life right now. “Then who the hell is this guy?” As of finally noticing their boss was no longer pacing in front of them, or that he was suddenly getting louder in tone, Natasha and her friend look up at the new additions of their group. Bradley pretends not to notice the blonde taking an appreciative look at him, but he’s a simple man and absolutely preening under the attention. “This is Bradley,” he gives a meek way to the man burning holes in his head. “And he’s going to fill in as my other half today.” “Excuse me?” He’s going to what? OR: the one in which Bradley is not an actor, but he is going to film a music video for the hot singer

Darkest Little Paradise by hangmanbradshaw {E}

Bradley never thought he'd be dealing with another round of hospital visits, especially not for the only family he had left. When he stumbles upon a book at his rare books store, he finds himself at a crossroads there may be no turning back from, but hey...don't blame him, love made him crazy. Or, Bradley *take my hand, wreck my plans, that's my man* Bradshaw needs to save Mav so he decides to make a deal. Enter Jake. Everything changes in ways he never could have imagined.

here is that rainbow by magdarko {M}

Five times Jake did something Bradley didn't expect and one time Bradley returned the favor.

Storm's Coming by imafriendlydalek {M}

There's a hurricane headed toward San Diego and Rooster gets sent to a nearby aircraft carrier to help move planes back on land before it sails out to sea. Too bad the storm has other plans.

Love Makes My World Go Round by KatofKanals {E}

Jake Seresin had essentially been having babies for the better part of a decade—enough of them to necessitate a car with three rows of seating. At almost 40, he was definitely done with that phase of his life. His husband, Bradley Bradshaw, however, might just disagree.

top gun missing scenes by teacupivy {E}

the whole time, under the lights

Jake "Hangman" Seresin is unraveling the mystery that is Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, one thread at a time, if it kills him. They've been fighting and fucking for years, and everything comes to a head when they're recalled to Top Gun for a special training detachment and find themselves competing to be team leader.

as he falls from his perch

Bradley Bradshaw has a knack for losing people, either watching them go or running them off. Jake Seresin seems to just keep coming back.

spend my time trying not to feel it by lesbiseresin {M}

 “There was a flier for what their upcoming events are. You know Halloween is on Thursday.” Fanboy waits for him to nod to go on. “They’re doing something every night this week. Different themes on different nights.” Bradley raises his eyebrows. “Let me get this straight. You’re trying to drag me to a costume party?” (alternatively: halloween, a gay bar, jake, and bradley. what could possibly be complicated about that?)

When Danger Comes Home (Don’t Ever let it Roost) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

Bradley adored his job, and it had been his dream to go into law enforcement as a kid. He had everything he’d ever wanted - except for a romantic partner, but he’d never even consider dragging them into his dangerous personal life. …Until he took a smuggling case involving Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, a known member of the city’s organized crime syndicate. Maybe he’d bitten off more than he could chew, this time.

 Favorite Poison by AncientAviators

Reprieve (Can You Ever Forgive Me?) {M}

“Exactly. If you wanna—” Maverick waves his hand, shaking his head— “I dunno, go start up a ranch somewhere, then do it. If you wanna go back to school, then go back to school, start a family, don’t start a family, get married or never settle down. Follow your dreams. Figure out if you even have any other dreams. Don’t…” He pauses, voice quieting, going soft and sincere, and Bradley’s chest aches a bit. “I don’t want you to ever limit yourself just because you feel like you owe it to your dad, Bradley.” A brief moment of silence. He knows he probably shouldn't ask, he might not be able to handle the answer. “Is that why you stuck around?” “Because of my dad, or because I felt like I owed it to yours?” Maverick asks, eyes coming back up, a small, sad smile on his lips. He holds Bradley’s gaze, the fire flickering on his face, the shadows dancing and disappearing before coming back in rapid succession. Or: Post-Mission healing, Jake and Bradley have history, and Bradley's trying to figure out his life.

The Hand That Feeds {M}

He kind-of wants to be, honestly. He really wants to be. He thinks he could spend the rest of his life with Bradley, doing just this. Coming home to each other, having dinner together, falling asleep in the same bed. Maybe it’s the few sips of wine he had or he’s just losing his mind, but he can almost imagine himself giving up flying for Bradley, if it meant more time with him. They got lucky, being kept as a squadron. Jake needs to thank Iceman, Maverick, and Cyclone. He’ll have to send gift baskets.

Deferment (I Have Plans) {T}

They both glance at the front door when it opens, Iceman and Maverick’s voices carrying from the entryway. Jake sits up, balancing on his elbows. When the silver-haired man sees them on the couch, he turns away from Maverick. “Get up and get dressed, Cyclone needs us for a meeting.” He briskly heads for the bedroom, ignoring his husband, who tries to continue whatever conversation they were having before they came inside. “Tom—” Bradley turns his phone off and blinks, stretching his legs and back and biting back a groan. “It’s Sunday, though?” “That’s what I told him,” Ice calls out dryly from the hallway.

Paperback Thrills by twowritehands {T}

On a dagger team road trip from California to Texas, Jake stumbles on an embarrassing secret hidden in Phoenix's bag, and it just won't leave his head. Not until he tries it for himself, and life is never the same again.

Right now I wish you were here with me by FlowersOnMyMind {T}

He doesn't miss his husband's thick, Texan drawl or his stupid smirk. He definitely doesn't miss the Alpha's scent of campfire, leather, and the grass after it rains. He doesn't miss tripping over Jake’s cowboy boots in the entryway of their home. He doesn't miss seeing Jake's Stetson hanging on the hook by the front door. Or the way he teases Bradley, trying to get a rise out of him. He doesn't- He misses Jake so much it hurts. Or Jake is sent across the world for a mission that takes much longer than they thought. He and Bradley don't handle it well.

I can be your fantasy (football punishment) by ok_thanks {_}

“This year, the second annual season of the Dagger Squad Fantasy Football League, the loser, one Bradley Bradshaw, must face a fate worse than death.” Nat pauses for dramatic effect. “He must – drumroll, please, boys... — Successfully and wholly complete the Scholastic Aptitude Test, also known to some as the SAT.” As if that wasn't bad enough, the proctor being Javy's stupidly handsome best friend — who he keeps running into — adds to his misery. AKA: the one where Bradley's fantasy football punishment leads to an embarrassing crush of high school teacher Jake.

Let's fall in love for the night (and forget in the morning) by Conny_the_destroyer {E}

There are so many possibilities of how Jake imagined he would spend this fine summer night. What he hasn't considered is driving his car to a dive bar on the outskirts of town half an hour after midnight. Bradley gets hurt and it's Jake who finds him.

a force to be reckoned with by winterbitch {T}

They're running from monsters they don't understand, desperate for safety in the water that Maverick promised them. Only the monsters are desperate, jut as much as they are, and they step in the water too. It's not safe. Until it is, as Hangman's easy smirk and sharp blade cut through the sky. Rooster doesn't understand, but he knows he's in love. or bamf son of the poseidon hangman au with smitten rooster and maverick who knows more than he should (and some sneaky hangman and iceman dynamics)

cause I can’t help it if you look like an angel (can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so) by cryinginthebronco {M}

“What’s wrong?” Jake gives his best friend a worried look, already getting up from his seat. Out of habit, he grabs his clipboard, ready to follow Javy wherever he needs him. “Do you have a moment to talk?” Javy asks, easing the clipboard out of Jake’s hands. Not understanding what’s going on, Jake only nods and lets him take it. “Okay, one second.” Javy gives him a tight smile and walks away, followed by Jake’s disoriented look. -or it was supposed to be a "someone is a little loopy after anesthesia" fic, but it spiraled into something a little bit longer - or nurse jake au

Always by greenstuff {E}

Jake meets Bradley for the first time when they're eighteen. This is the story about how they fall in love, break up, and then spend years finding their way back to each other. A modern Persuasion, if you squint a bit.

Rulebreaker by Fuddlewuddle {E}

Jake doesn't sleep with Alphas as a rule. Bradley Bradshaw made him want to break that rule. An unscheduled, but well-timed heat, might help the Omega get that through the Alpha's thick skull of his

any man of mine by bottledyarn {T}

Bradley sighed. “It’d just be nice if he was nice once in a while, that’s all I’m saying.” “Gotta say, this is a hundred times worse than your horny era,” Nat said, and Bradley stabbed a pointer finger at her. “There was no horny era,” he said. “And—and I’m not hung up on him. He’s just—” “‘Aggravating,’” Nat said, yanking the word out of his mouth. “I’ve heard it before. And you definitely are hung up on him. Are, have been, probably always will be. Maybe that’s the real reason his name’s Hang-man. Stringing you along without even realizing he’s doing it.”

Love (Suite Love) by hangmanbradshaw {T}

Jake never thought he'd leave a pop concert with a public crush. Bradley was on vocal rest. Really, he was.

Fire in the Blood and Smoke in the Air by MadeItUp {M}

Dirty and Sweet (Get it on)

As things wind down after the mission, Rooster struggles with a need for something a little dangerous. That something absolutely should not – cannot – be Jake Seresin. But a little friendly competition and a lot of alcohol can go a long way to changing a man's mind. Hangman eyes Rooster’s empty beer, then his own. “How about that second shot?” “You tryna put me off my game?” “I don’t need you drunk to beat you, Rooster.” “What do you need me drunk for?”

feels good to know one thing

Jake doesn’t have the best relationship with his family, so when he’s summoned home for a special occasion, he calls up the one person he can trust to stick with him – after all, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has never ever lost a wingman. But he’s about to find out that getting shot down in enemy territory to save Mav was a whole lot easier than surviving a long weekend chez Seresin. “So it’s a big family thing?” Jake says carefully. “Everyone bringing their partners?” “Well of course, Charlie’s promised to bring the kids and I’ve not even met Matty’s new girlfriend—” “So that means I can bring someone?” Silence on the line. His mom is no fool. She knows when she’s been played. “Of course, Jakey,” she says. “You’re welcome to bring anyone you like.”

Will Get Fooled Again

Personal history isn’t enough to get in the way of professional opportunity, and when Lieutenant Commanders Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw are selected to develop a pioneering Strategy Development Program at TopGun, working with the best young aviators the fleet has to offer, each figures they’re up to the challenge both in the air and on the ground. After all, a little rivalry can heighten the senses and bring out the best results… Or it can bring out something else altogether. “I’m not hard to impress,” Jake says, laying the cue down on the table. “I just don’t like people kissing my ass.” “Really?” Rooster says, and there’s a marginally lower register to his voice, a flicker of something crossing his expression that has excitement sparking in Jake’s gut. Walking round to take his drink from where he’s left it, Jake faces the others, resting the ass in question on the table and taking a sip of his drink, before answering. “Hero worship’s for people who don’t know their own worth.” He flashes a winning smile at his friends. “Some of us don’t need it.”

Up in the skies by AnadoraBlack {M}

Bradley hasn't been on Tarakona in more than ten years. It's time he goes home. Besides, at 30 years old, there's next to no chance a dragon egg would hatch for him, right?

pumpkins and whiskers by youlookgood {T}

Needing a fresh start, Bradley moves from his old childhood home in San Diego to a far away small town. It's nice enough, he supposes. The residents certainly have that small-town autumn charm going for them. His new next-door neighbor's pretty nice too. What's less than nice is said neighbor's roommate, and his equally annoying orange cat.

Evil Be Gone by MadeItUp {E}

Training on the F/A-18 is everything he’s ever wanted, but Bradley’s dream becomes a nightmare when a new recruit joins the Golden Eagles. Blond hair, green eyes and a smirk so wicked he could rival the devil, Jake Seresin is everything Bradley hates – arrogant, brilliant and an unrelenting asshole. It’s almost as if he’s been sent there as Bradley’s own personal demon… All Bradley’s seen of the man so far is the back of his head – dirty blond hair cut short and sharp to the nape of his neck. At Nija’s invitation, Seresin turns to smile at the room, hand coming up in a lazy salute, his grin as sharp, as calculated, as the cut of his hair. His eyes are green, his dimples deep, and he’s far too pretty to be trusted.

you’re not fooling me (I can see) by magdarko

When MI Private Investigations gets a new case from a mysterious client, Bradley must confront old fears and new uncertainties. Throw in a creepy old house on a moonlit night, and you’ve got all the makings of a mystery.

#hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #hangman x rooster #hangster fic recs #hangster recs list 5 #I need a shorter version because I have way too many bookmarks on AO3 #I appreciate the work of the Hangster's fan artists and authors #Thank you for feeding the obsession of so many...myself very much included! #love and appreciation #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 14/Oct/2022

So I got back from my break this week, and I had a wonderful time seeing my friend! We talked about Wayhaven A LOT, so I had to be super careful not to let spoilers slip, hehe! :D

But I was seriously craving writing by the time I got back on Wednesday! 

Had to jump back in with social media days first though, which was a good way of getting myself back into the groove. Writing the Patreon Spooky Specials helped curb some of my built up writing needs, lol!

Also had a massive meeting with Nai this week to talk out where things are at and where we need to be headed now that we're so close. She has some awesome fun marketing things planned coming up that I am so excited for her to share, and I got to really plan out how I want the final push of writing to go.

Fitting in everything else was the difficult part, what with editing, getting stuff to SpunkyCat, chapters to the sensitivity readers, starting to look at how beta-testing is gonna go (hoping to get some professional beta testers in this time around as well!), playtesting, playtesting some more...then playtesting again, lol!

But it was good to list everything out and just see where we're at.

Mostly I will just be focusing on getting the last chapters out. I was ahead of myself for Chapter 19 before my break, so I'm hoping I can blast through the last section of that tomorrow and next week. 

While I was on break, I did think over something in Chapter 19 I want to change though. It fit so perfectly into the scene at the time, but it’s a big revelation that is actually a major part of the Book 4 opening, so I'm definitely going to have to leave it out, or it will lessen the impact of the revelation in Book 4!

I already know what I want to replace it with in that scene though, so I'm excited to write that! :D

I had a couple of asks about the dates for Patreon Scenarios (which I know I usually do at the beginning of the month), so here they are:

'On a Moonlit Night...' (Felix/Farah Spooky Special) - October 6th

Having been ordered to set up camp and keep watch for the night, F and the MC find themselves a little distracted…right up until the point a shadowy figure decides to make a spooky appearance outside of their tent.

And as the MC says, 'You know, I’m pretty sure this is how most horror movies start.'

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'Skeletons in the Closet...' (Nate/Nat Spooky Special) - October 13th

An unexpected encounter with a shapeshifter leaves the MC with even more unanswered questions about Nate/Nat's past...

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'Through Fog and Smoke...' (Mason/Morgan Spooky Special) - October 20th

When something, or someone, is trying to weave the past to their liking, Mason/Morgan takes major offense to it...especially when it might mess with their precious memories of the MC.

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'That was a little Corny...' (Adam/Ava Spooky Special) - October 27th

As if a corn maze on Halloween night wasn't scary enough, there's some Rogue supernatural hiding out amongst the bales preying on unsuspecting victims. But what better excuse for Adam/Ava to request the MC's time than with another mission...?

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I hope you all have an amazing weekend! We’ll be offline as usual, so I’ll update you all again next week! <3

#the wayhaven chronicles #interactive fiction #update #progress report #book three #patreon

[cellsshapedlikestars]

As a writer, what’s something you would have done to improve the ending of Game of Thrones?

I mean. You could add back in all the plots that were interesting, like Lady Stoneheart, Dorne... not the greyjoys though, I found Feast SO BORING because it was all greyjoys lol.

But honestly, I think the biggest misstep was trying to keep D's villain turn a secret for as long as possible. They clearly wanted to keep using her in their marketing as their girlboss naked dragon barbie to appeal to as many demographics as possible, but it was at the expense of the plot and nearly every other character, including D herself. They ruined her character, along with Jon & Tyrion most egregiously. She could have been such a GOOD villain. She could have been so INTERESTING. It could have been excellent.

But honestly, I think a lot of the writing issues were D&D trying to be *shocking*. Some of their dumbest scenes/plots were for shock value only.

D being a villain is the most obvious, but also Sansa not telling Jon she contacted Petyr? It was already done, why not tell Jon to keep him from rushing into battle? Because D&D wanted to surprise us with the Vale army. Why spend an entire season pretending Sansa & Arya are fighting? Surprise! They were working together the whole time. Arya killing the Night King? Surprise! Bet you thought it would be a character who actually had narrative ties to the Others, like Jon or Bran or even Sam.

Whenever people ask me why I don't write show-canon, this is why. The problems with the show, for me, start SO FAR back that by the time I ret-conned them, it's basically book canon.

#cellsshapedlikeasks

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S5E6 "Urgent Care" thoughts

Colin being interesting was a cool idea that never crossed my mind it could be possible... but I think it was presented a little... abruptly? It's like there wasn't any prelude to this plot.

I can't add more fuel to my one-sided beef with FX networks merch department but seriously guys: Froguillermo plushies/figurines!!! You just don't want to make money at this point (look at me being all capitalist and shit).

Already said it in a different post but the Nandor/Colin pairing is very rare and I was pleasantly surprised how much I enjoyed it, considering both have this "nuisance of the group" energy. I noticed that Nandor storylines usually are very isolated if he doesn't have one with Guillermo or a is part of a bigger group. He has few plots with only one of his roomies (again, without counting Guillermo).

That dangling feet looked disgusting. Loved it.

I cant say much about the scene of Colin with the actor (didn't make me laugh so much), so a personal anecdote: for years I believed this Mad Men dude and Ted Danson from The good place were the same person.

I lied, there was a moment that made me laugh: in the car when it looked like Colin was successfully about to bore the actor, the camera pans to Nandor, and he looks SO devious, like his eyes were literally shining at the sight of Colin feeding (and his plan working).

Another thing I already mentioned in a separate post, but the set design of this hospital place was *chef's kiss*. It looked so good and expensive. You can tell when the people behind the scenes show care for their craft (reminds me of the beautiful sets from "The Night Market," one of the only good things from that episode).

Anyone noticed a random vampire wearing those lamp collars for pets on the waiting room? Made me think good kinky things I shan't say!

I've read lots of people mentioning this, and I agree with all of them: THIS is the Nadja and Guillermo crazy murderous shenanigans that we felt robbed of in S4.

also lmao of course i cant make one of these s5 thoughts without trashing s4. Yes, I sound traumatized (its because i am).

Nadja punching guys doesn't have the right to be this sexy.

There are rooms on this supernatural hospital that genuinely looked scary.

The Guide random appearance was more like "hey we're billing Kristen Schaal as a main cast now, so we have to put her somewhere", also she's wearing her hottest outfit thus far :D

High Guillermo was hilarious, and I think we don't praise Harvey's comedy chops on this show enough. (Usually, I see his dramatic moments being more highlighted.)

I CALLED IT! At the start of the episode I thought "oh so this is the episode when Nadja LEARNS". I also predicted right that every housemate will learn the truth about Guillermo except for Nandor, c'mon! that's a classic storytelling trope and I fuckin love how high drama all this shit is. Also happy that FINALLY I called something right with this show, the past year all my predictions on twt were debunked by bad writing, so I'm glad to have one W.

Nandor being desperate for a dying Colin, then Colin helping Nandor back. LOVE!

D.C + A.S.S.

Nandor has "the privilege" of murdering Guillermo… h*ly shit its all about the language this writers choose sometimes.

At first I dint get what the little frog said, but lovely people on this site helped that it croaked "guillermo"... so....what's up with that?

Biggest laugh of the night: "Guillermo you think I'm an idiot?" "Say no".

Yay this shit is gonna hurt so bad and I'm so ready for it. I want Tears! Blood! Screaming accusations!! High Drama!!!

Seriously, where's the Djinn?

#wwdits is a comedy in most brains but TO ME its a greek tragedy its a gothic horror romance its a campy mexican telenovela its so much more #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits thoughts

[yantalia545]

Platonic! Yandere Allied nations with a younger sister who went missing

England: 

Since that day you disappeared Britain had been kicking himself over the matter of being such a horrible big brother. He was too distracted at the time with America leaving him, but he still should have kept a better eye on you. You were still only a child. Losing America was already a bruise to his ego, but your disappearance was certainly a blow to it.

For a long time, Britain was certain that America or one of the other nations took you as a means to to get under his skin. He was hostile towards them for a long time because of it and often got into a lot of fights. When he did finally calm down, that’s when the water works showed. 

He was broken without you and America by his side anymore. There were many nights where Britain would wake up with a panic sweat and tears streaming down his face. Some nations that felt pity towards the man, mostly Canada and France,  and would help look for any clues of your whereabouts. As the years rolled by with no sign of you, everyone began to give up. England himself nearly gave up when he finally found you.

He was just milling about his day by the local market when he saw you. You were much older than when you first disappeared and England had to do a second take to make sure and that he wasn’t losing his mind. But when he weakly called out your name and you responded, England dropped everything and b-lined straight to you. He normally would mind what people thought of him but right now that didn’t matter. He couldn’t care less about all the weird stares he was receiving right now. All that mattered was that you were right here in the flesh and not some imaginary trick.

You were obsoletely terrified. You were just trying to remanence in your past by visiting one of the places you used to go with your brothers as a child when you were spotted by the one man you’d never hope to see again.

You see, you may have only been a child, but you still saw all of the horrible things that Britain was doing to you all and wanted to get away from it. Unlike America though, you were too small to fight Britain head-on and chose to slip away while Britain was distracted. 

Remember, you’re not like normal children. You’re a nation who’s lived for many years even as a child. You can understand and process things differently.

You’d awkwardly tired to act like everything was okay while slowing slipping away from him again. You thought you would have gotten away with it too before England grasped you wrist just a little bit too tight.

“Where are you trying to go, Biscuit? Aren’t you happy to see me again? I’ve looked everywhere for you.”

Russia: (not a child in this one but still younger than Russia)

“You’re going to tell your big brother everything you know and I will handle it.”

Russia isn’t a fool. And he most certainly doesn’t like when people think they can mess with him and his family and not lose a finger or two. The two of you were very close before your disappearance so he knows for a fact that you did not run away. Someone stole you. Stole you from him of all people. They were going to pay.

To say Russia is pissed is an understatement.

Russia wastes no time and knows many people. He will find you eventually, and when he does, he’s going to make sure that the one responsible for your abduction knows who they’re dealing with. Apparently, it is easier to hide when the person who took you is someone who works for Russia. They had intel on what Russia knew but eventually they slipped up trying to cover up some evidence of your whereabouts.

It was quite a scene when Russia found out. He beat the guy pretty harshly and even broke quite a few bones before dragging him by a broken ancle to your whereabouts. Once Russia knew you were safe he made an example out of the vile creature that dared to put their filthy hands on you. Apparently, the disgusting oaf abducted you when they claimed to have feelings for you and you turned them down flat. For that, Russia was going to give him an extra special treatment.

Your abductor will be publicly executed by Russia ripping the man’s heart out with his own bear hands. Not before ripping each distrusting finger that touched you, of course. ^J^ The entire gruesome scene will be globally broadcasted to make it clear that no one is to every mess with you or anyone in Russia’s family ever again.

Russia will also make sure that this can never happen again by never taking his eyes off you. No matter how much you try to fight it you’ll always be within his reach, even at meetings. He never cared about what the others thought of him so seeing the weird looks everyone gives the two of you as he practically hovers over you all the time doesn’t faze him one bit. This is just the things you do when you love your family. If anyone says other wise, then Russia will only assume that they’re planning something and will only hover over you more. Maybe even get his other sisters involved in looking after you too. After all, they want to do what they can to look after their sister too...that and try to calm Russia down from killing everyone...

China: 

Did you really go missing or is that just what China is telling everyone? 

Japan’s rebellion against him really opened his eyes about younger nations. Rather they’re young or old, they still shouldn’t be underestimated. Steps should be taken to make sure everyone is well aware of their place. And your place is with him.

China is a man with the biggest inflated ego known to man. He tends to think he’s above everyone else since he’s much more experienced and wiser than most; His younger siblings especially. Japan attacking him so viciously really tore China apart. Mostly because he didn’t even know what had happened before it was too late. In such a short amount of time, China went from having everything and everything he could ever had wanted under his thumb on minute, then the next, he had nearly gone broke and lost one of his precious territories.

The man is not stupid. He is well aware of the fact that you held a special kind of bond with Japan before he left to the point where he’s become painfully jealous. With Japan leaving, China couldn’t take any chances that you’d seek to run after Japan and leave him, or god forbid, Japan coming back and trying to take you from him.

These few things in mind would cause China to bring up a lot of insecurities that he had been ignoring for quite some time now. He had always desired to be greater being to someone who’d look up to him, and in return, receive his never-ending love and dedication. However, it seems to one way or another no one can ever live up to his expectations. 

But maybe he can force you to.

If being open and honest won’t give him the affections he’s always dreamed about, then maybe if he were more stricter and harsher will do the trick.

Being as sneaky and collaborative as he is, It wouldn’t be too hard to make it look like you had somehow mysteriously disappeared. Even if his resources were severely damaged from the war with Japan. He’d even put on a show in fount of the others and show how much sorrow he feels after loosing you just to throw everyone off. Japan may be able to see a bit more clearly through the lines than everyone else, but there wouldn’t be much he could do since his resources would also be scarce from war.

Once that it established, China will begin on recuperating you to be how he had always wanted you to be without the annoying interruption of others. You are to be respectful of him. He is your dear older bother who loves and provides you from the harsh world. Without him you are lost and vulnerable with means of survival. If you ever think otherwise, China will gladly take one of his gifts away from you and see just how much you need him; Taking away food, water, and time outside being his main sources of punishments. He prides respect above most things in life. With respect comes power. Without it, and you have none

America:

It was a pretty traumatic experience for the both of you. America just couldn’t comprehend what happened exactly. One minute the both of you were having a little quality sibling time together, then the next you were gone.

He had only wanted to be the best big brother ever by surprising his little sister with giant ice cream cones when you got out of the bathrooms. America swore he only took his eyes off the bathroom entrance when he went to pay for your ice creams but when he waited for more than ten minutes for you to come out, it was already too late.

America wasted no time in beginning his search for you. You’ll be placed on a nation wide search as thousands chip in to look for you. Being as big as he is, America will have access to tons of extra resources that most can’t even imagine; Cameras, secret agencies, even news coverage. There is no limitation to what America will do to find you. He was your big brother. Someone who swore to protect you from all the evil of the world. He just has to find you! 

America is going to be the most heartbroken over you disappearance. Over the years, America had gained a lot of power that many of his peers resented him and even try to undermine him often. He felt as if you were the only one who  gave him the true sense of what family is. 

He will have many sleepless nights. Most nights, he can be found out looking for you under and over any place he can reach. America feels as if he can’t rest until he finds you. 

Many had doubted that he could properly take care of you when he first discovered you. They said he was too arrogant and childish to raise a nation such as yourself. He wanted to prove them wrong; Show them that he was more than a screw-up. Now however, he can’t help but feel as if they were all right all along. If he just stayed by your side and watched over you better then you wouldn’t be missing right now. God only knows what horrible things could be happening to you. Are you cold? Hungry or scared? This fear is eating away at America more and more with each passing day.

The day he hears that you’ve been found, America drops whatever he’s doing and races to your location. He doesn’t care if he was right in the middle of a world meeting. America will race to the nearest airport and fly over to you.

It doesn’t matter what happened. The person who caused this horrible nightmare was going to pay. Of course, America does care to keep a positive image for his people, unlike Russia, but will still get the message across that no one is to mess with either of you.

Your story will displayed for all of the world to see. It’ll be all anyone can talk about for at least a month! Everyone will know of your abductor and of your daring brother who searched day and night to look for you. Your kidnapper will be sentence to life in prison to the public, but once the camera to their cell “malfunctions”, America will let loose on the bastard for all the pain and frustration they caused him.

On the more positive side of things, your story will bring attention to a serious issue of children going missing world wide. No nation will rest until America instills his new missing children’s project into their very way of life. Not they the others would have much to abject by. Who wouldn’t want to better their nation by creating a safe search system for missing children? And if this is what it takes to finally calm America down, then so be it. Although, don’t hold it against him for making a specific program just for you that not a lot know about. (o゜▽゜)o☆

France:

Another mess, but partially at fault here. 

You see, France never wanted to you to be scared of the world. He knew that he wasn’t raising an ordinary human and you would need to be adjusted to meeting new things constantly without being afraid. Without realizing it though before it was too late, France’s sugarcoating made you a bit too naïve of the world; Even for a young child such as yourself.

You blindly followed an elder lady home one day after school without ever feeling a sense of danger. You didn’t even think much about when the old woman called France your father, not brother. (no matter how much he pushed for you to call him father, but besides the point T^T). She told you she was filling in for him for the time being and that was that. 

Meanwhile France was losing his flipping marbles looking for you. The man couldn’t function again until you were by his side again. You were his darling little princess, and he, your darling knight who would show you all that the world had to offer. There’s no way he can go on in life without you in this life! You were his life!

Please note: While the others may have turned yandere from all the trauma and paranoia your disappearance caused, France was already starting to show signs of obsessiveness before this whole mess happened. He would spend any free time he had spoiling you and on the rare occasions he couldn’t be with you, France would bring you up in any conversation he could; Much to everyone’s annoyance. 

Despite France wanting to raise you to not be afraid of the world, France still kept the others from seeing you. Even from England and Canada. He was just so fearful of someone else seeing how amazing you are and luring you away from him. France saw it happen to so many other nations nations when they were younger, there’s no way he’s letting that happen to you!

On the day that France does finally find you, all hell breaks loose. When France catches wind of old lady keeping a strange little girl from apparently nowhere, he quickly springs into action. France demands that the person spreading the rumor tells him everything they know before speeding off to wherever this alleged old lady is. 

Turns out that the old woman who took you had a granddaughter that looked just like you who passed away recently. The lady is a bit old, and therefore a little mentally unwell, and mistook you as her missing granddaughter by mistake. Thankfully, you were never hurt or mistreated. France found tucked away in a well decorated room while she was away for the time being. 

France couldn’t care about the senile old woman. All that mattered was that you were unharmed and safe in his arms once again. He was crying tears of joy and forgot all about that woman as he left her torn up home. You were back with him again and France was sure he would do whatever it took to make sure no one can take you away from him ever again.

Canada:

He knows for a fact that you didn’t die like everyone claims you did. You were at war with Russia and now he’s being coy by occupying your country and pronouncing you dead. 

Things are complicated to say the least. Canada didn’t know if he hates America or Russia more at the moment. America was the one who pressured you to fight Russia in the first place. All because of some petty disagreements that they have to somehow drag everyone else into. It’s all America’s fault and it seems like he doesn’t even care. Wouldn’t he at least feel some remorse for dragging his own sister into his own mess? As your brother, America should have known that you’re not as powerful as you used to be. 

You’ve always been the big sister that constantly went out of your way to protect your brothers. You’d lie to England and France so that you could take the blame for something either him or America did, supported each of them through their own independent movements, heck, you even supported them now! You’d give them the clothes on your back if it meant protecting the two of them. It most certainly led you the situation you’re in now, but that was always something Canada looked up to.

He wants to be like you and burst through the doors to save you but he knows he doesn’t have the man power or resources to do so. Even America was having a hard time keeping up against the man for that matter. But that doesn’t mean Canada is just going to sit around and do nothing. 

Canada is expectantly good at spying. (Mostly because no one ever notices him). He’ll suck up his hatred for America for the time being and chip away at Russia’s morale in any way he can. This has nothing to do with his brother. Canada only cares about bringing you back home again. He doesn’t care who he has to step over along the way. Not even America.

Once Russia does finally fall and you come back home, Canada is going to keep a tight hold on you. He’ll help your economy heal while keeping you far away from anyone that can influence you ever again. If you try to leave, then Canada will play the pity card and weep about how much the war effected him and how he’s scared of loosing you again. 

If that still doesn’t work and you still want to leave then Canada will be forced to pull his own strings. He didn’t want to do this to you, but push is coming to shove. He’s not someone to underestimate. Canada is not just a shy little boy that everyone thinks he is. Just like America, he can be a forced to be reckoned with and will pull any means to keep you with him.

You’re not as strong as you used to be. The war against Russia really shows. He needs to take the step up as your brother and protect you. you’ve spent so many years doing the same for him. Canada only wants to repay the favor. So just let him, okay? Or he can always make another example out of you.

#hetalia #yandere hetalia #yandere england #yandere china #yandere america #yandere russia #yandere canada #yandere france #yandere allies

[stormyoceans]

hiii monica!!! hope your day is going great :)) i have so many thoughts and feelings about lt and mohkday, i thought it'd be better to tell you than make a post of my own (i feel like most of these things have been said already, but just so i can get em off my mind) hope it's not too much :D - just so much of how the plot being what drives their relationship forward than tropes. we got the 'sharing a bed' and for what! in the end, it dint act as a catalyst in any way. rather, it's the casual intimacy, of day feeling what mohk is wearing, remembering his scent and being able to recognize his touch that invokes the flutters. all of which are basically essential considering day has to rely on his other senses to be able to single out mohk from a crowd. and yet. it's how the touches start to linger, as they gain new meanings. as they begin testing the waters. all while mohk has the most smitten smile (that day doesn't see). - it's their little spontaneous outings, and mohk only selecting the most perfect spots, so day can make the best out of them with his other senses, where his deteriorating vision only feels like a mild inconvenience. a flower market (touch and scent), a bridge with a prominent railing (day can feel his way along), rooftop (you can probably feel the breeze in your face, and it's totally empty, perfect to clear your mind after a rough night). - mohk planting jasmine in HIS house, and bringing the book home to practice??? how do you even come up with the second one? day's reactions when he found out!!! lmao he never stood a chance. (also giggling, kicking his feet, twirling hair day is asdajkdhjf, every expression is. i am.) - the goldfish slippers. if day's at home, he's cozy in them and it's simply the most endearing thing (day is, who am i kidding) - anywhere day has to be and he's pondering out loud, basically about to wave it off with some or the other excuse, 'it's a hassle anyway', mohk will catch on immediately. 'what are you waiting for? i'm here to take you' something about that is just. i know you want to do this and i'm not going to let petty things hold you back - their story develops from their natural day to day interactions. but it's so immersive. seeing mundane gestures gaining magnitude as feelings come to light. someone needs to write a 50k fic is all i'm saying. - the intimacy thing? god where do i even begin. to the bed scene with them covering each other's ears, i saw someone comment 'hope day's walls are thicker' and i haven't been fine since. and if you remember, one of your tags, i guess around the ep 3 dressing room mark, you said something like 'they're gonna touch one naked shoulder and have to go lie in the grass to calm down' and i know the vibe bw those two statements are wildly different but i haven't been able to get it out of my mind. you hit the nail, because it's exactly what's going to happen. it's just SO them. and that's SO. that extent of treasuring one another, the adoration, the pure raw emotion behind finding people in life, that you want to keep forever. it's the finding someone who sees you differently from everyone else, who never takes you for granted, who is elated to be in your company every single time. who above all, makes you feel safe. - everything about them is so. for lack of better words, natural. like second nature. like falling into place. you're so right. they invented romance. and i think no one could've captured it better than jimmysea, cause no one does gentle, comforting, homely like them. but that's just me. -Skate

HIII SKATE HIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

first of all, im both very honored and very grateful that you wanted to share your last twilight thoughts with me!!!!! i do also want to encourage you to post about them if you're comfortable with it because i think fandoms need as many voices that can bring their own uniqueness to it as possible (what you want to say has already been said? maybe, but no one else can tell it quite in the same way that you would), but if you don't feel like it that's perfectly fine and im more than happy to (hopefully) provide a safe space for you and your thoughts!!!!!!

AND SPEAKING OF YOUR THOUGHTS!!!!!!!! i absolutely agree with you about tropes in last twilight not being used to further mork and day’s relationship. we still have a few of them (the 'there was only one bed' like you said, the 'trip and fall into you', the 'wipe the corner of your mouth') but they blend into the narrative almost seamlessly: they're not the focus of a scene and the flaw of the story doesn't stagnate around them by lingering on how the characters react to the trope. rather, they're used to either give the audience a subtle clue about what those characters are feeling or give more weight to a scene. the simple fact that mork and day are gonna sleep in the same bed carries in itself a certain kind of tension because the viewers recognize the trope and with that recognition come a whole series of expectations which p’aof then proceeds to subvert. if it were any other show, we would have probably had mork offering to sleep on the floor only for day to say it was okay for mork to sleep in the bed as long as he kept his hands for himself, and still they would have somehow ended up cuddling. but the trope is only a set up. p’aof refuses to use it as a plot device and lets his characters build intimacy in a different and much more genuine way: it’s mork giving day the thinner blanket so he won’t be hot and day recognizing mork’s scent on it, it’s mork having a bowl of water and jasmine flowers at the ready to help day relax, it’s day offering mork one of the flowers to smell and getting flustered at the feeling of mork’s breath brushing his fingers…….. it’s just so refreshing to have, on one hand, tropes being used as the framework rather than as the subject of a scene, and on the other, intimacy naturally developing from day to day interactions (again, like you said) without having to rely on said tropes

last twilight is also the proof that you don’t need an intricate plot to make a show interesting: even the most mundane acts like eating a meal or cleaning a fish tank or smelling a flower can gain magnitude and keep the viewers attached to the screen if the director knows what they’re trying to tell. and while i do want jimmysea to explore and be able to portray different genres, i do think this type of story is where they truly thrive. one of the major complaints i still see about vice versa is that the fantasy aspect of the story is put in the background to favor puen and talay making movies with friend credits instead, but to me that’s actually the strength of the show, because, to quote you, “no one does gentle, comforting, homely like them (jimmysea)”. AND GOD DO I AGREE WITH YOU ON THIS. the mundanity of everyday life is often seen as boring but it’s in that quietness that their chemistry shines, giving us one of the most natural and soft kind of intimacy i’ve ever seen portrayed in television. that’s why i would love to see an intimate scene between mork and day but i also pray that we never going to get it because YEAH I REMEMBER THOSE TAGS I WROTE AND I STAND BY THEM. the kind of intimacy jimmysea can bring to the table paired with the intensity that p’aof can put on screen and the depth of emotions that mork and day feel for each other (the vulnerability the understanding the acknowledgment the recognition the seeing the wanting the care the love)??????? I WOULD STRAIGHT UP DIE

ALSO I WOULD SPEND HOURS TALKING ABOUT HOW MORK FELL FIRST AND HARDER AND IS NOW SO LOST IN THE SAUCE HE’S BASICALLY DROWNING IN IT BUT I WOULD PROBABLY END UP GETTING INVOLUNTARY COMMITTED BY THE END OF IT SO IM JUST GONNA POST THIS

IT'S THE WAY MORK IS SO ATTENTIVE WHEN IT COMES TO DAY AND YEAH HIS LOVE LANGUAGE IN GENERAL IS ACTS OF SERVICE BUT BOY SURE TOOK IT TO A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL. from remembering what day said one time about people reading to him not feeling right and making sure to practice so it would feel more natural, to planting jasmine in his garden to make day feel at home if he ever visited, to finding ways to help day be more independent and places that day can still enjoy through his other senses, mork has already been saying i love you to day in everything he does for him AND I JUST. IM SIMPLY SO NORMAL ABOUT IT. TRULY

#im severely sleep deprived so gotta be honest. im not sure what came out ;;;;;; #but i really wanted to answer you before the new episode tomorrow!!!! #also i hope that first part doesn't make it sound like im not happy to get your thoughts because I AM I REALLY REALLY AM!!!!!!!!!! #i just want you to know that you write so beautifully and i agree with everything you said so much!!!!! #i would gladly like reblog and give all the notes to your posts!!!!!! #ANYWAY. thank you so so much for this!!!!! it was a wonderful read and i loved every second of it!!!!! 💜💜💜 #last twilight the series #morkday #m: ask #(i will never get used to write 'mhok' im sorry ;;;;;;;;)

[merakiui]

Mera I went back to playing Genshin and- I had a lot to catch up on so I've spent countless nights playing (and farming primos...) And I finally finished all archon quests currently available. I saved Sumeru's interlude to be the last one and i just finished and oh my god i want Scaramouche so bad

All his three versions- I liked him before but just ugh

Also I didn't expect that I would have to name him in the mission (i thought I'd only have to do this after i got him in a banner) so I had a mini panic trying to think of a name but in the end I named him Flumenel.

—Eel anon

(any thoughts about Kabukimono, Scaramouche, and/or Wanderer to share?)

:o omg omg the name you chose for him is so pretty!!!!!! Admittedly, I have yet to do the interlude quest. ;;; I've been holding off until I have a perfect name for my Wanderer. Although perhaps I should play it as a celebration of sorts because my yearly account review gave me these statistics:

I wondered which boss I would have fought the most over the year and of course it's Scaramouche LOL. I fight him every week. <3 the aeonblight drake is only there because I fought it so many times when I was farming materials for mouchey. In the end, it all goes back to mouchey. 🫶 perhaps I'll finally play the interlude on Halloween, as that will mark the one-year anniversary of mouchey's drip marketing!!!!! >w<

But yes!!!! All three of his versions have lots of appeal. orz it's difficult to choose a favorite because they're all just so wonderful. As much as I love his Harbinger and Kabukimono eras, I will admit I'm very soft and fluffy over his Wanderer era. My beloved is healing. T_T I'm so happy for him. I still think it's so funny that Nahida enrolled him in the Akademiya. He went from terrorizing and killing others to now writing political essays as Hat Guy and participating in school events. I will never recover from his birthday letter where he visited a cooking club and made too many dishes, so he gifts them to you. He's so perfect!!!!!! I LOVE HIM AAAAAAAAA. OTL

As for thoughts, it's very scattered. >_< there's alienmouche thoughts and discord mod and even scaramer......... but then this is just me shamelessly wanting to make mouchey a deep-sea merman because of a certain trio's influence. >:( OH OH BUT CHILDE....... unrelated and somewhat tangential, but since you completed all of the quests how do you feel about Childe in Fontaine's quest!!!!!! The end of act four had me so :O !!!!!!!!! And the scene where Wriothesley and Clorinde stop the Primordial Sea Water!!!!!!! It was so tense... it had me on the edge of my seat and I was internally screaming!!! AAAAAA SORRY FOR RAMBLING!!!!!! ;;;;

In conclusion, many mouchey thoughts and many Fontaine thoughts in my egg brain. :D

#genshin chit chat #eel anon

[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Author Notes

Page 28

By “me” she means the autism. :c

This outcome is alluded to throughout Remember Us (most explicitly in chapter 6 when they’re outside the former apothecary, which makes this building the future site of Slayer’s Cake! Also, because it’s D&D, the stereotypical old-timey apothecary alligator is a basilisk) so some of you might remember it.

When I started to consider working laudanum, a cornerstone of the gothic art/literature movement, into Laudna’s past as a theoretical explanation for how she got her name (one of a few, as mentioned a few author’s notes ago) I think the first idea was just to have it as a background object, sitting on the bedside table in the scene where she’s recovering from a head injury at age 12 (also mentioned in Remember Us and which will eventually be given more explanation here) but I decided I wanted it to have had a more influential impact on her backstory. (And of course, being me, I had to make it tragic.)

Tillie’s parents aren’t acting out of malice, they’re just uneducated and trying to do what they can for their (neurodivergent, big-feelingsed) three-year-old who has suddenly started manifesting dangerous magical powers and apparently seeing visions.

Back in the 18th-19th century laudanum was cheaper than alcohol and given to everyone for everything. Even babies! Especially babies!! Godfrey’s Cordial (colloquially called “Mother’s Friend”) was like the children’s cough syrup version of laudanum, mixed with treacle to make it more palatable to children and marketed to parents as a harmless, beneficial sedative. Competing patent medicines with the same ingredients had reassuring names like “Atkinson’s Royal Infants’ Preservative” and “Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup” or just the generic euphemism “quietness.” As a result, as you can imagine, a lot of Victorian-era toddlers got an early start on opium addiction. (And if you read Remember Us closely enough, you noticed that it does end up being “for always;” she was still taking it up until the night of the dinner party.) Now this doesn’t mean that the same sort of social situation would necessarily exist in Exandria, just that there is a real-world historical precedent for it.

Incidentally while I was doing further research on opium use in 19th century children I came across this painting by Joseph Clark, best known for his scenes of lower-class Victorian domestic life, and it’s kind of how I’d been picturing Matilda’s parents since they were first described to us in episode 37 so I used it as inspiration for the fourth panel.

#a long road home #author notes

[elvenbeard]

Did I stay up way too late making a fake screamsheet article? Yes. Did I have a blast? Hell yes. Finally a good use for what I learned at uni and never got to utilize in an actual job :D

The short story behind this really is simply that Vince and Kerry did want to keep their relationship out of the public eye for as long as possible, cause god knows they were dealing with enough shit at the time, didn't need curious paparazzi on top :D When the whole Arasaka/Relic mess had begun to calm down though, Vince slowly recovering, they started letting their guard down a bit more (although Vince remained worried that, should who he is exactly become public knowledge in Kerry's circles, it could reflect badly on him... or, even worse, get him into trouble with or the attention of the wrong kind of people). As we know though, Kerry likes dating Night City's bad boy TM, and is a lot more relaxed about it all - something that probably also comes with his age and everything else he's dealt with and made it through somehow already. So, at some point his current manager is like "okay you guys, work with me here, we have to make this public now. You're not being the most subtle and I'm kinda running out of ideas what to tell the medias to keep them at a distance". And after a press conference followed the above interview and photo op, and Vince hadn't felt as uncomfortable and sick to his stomach in a long while during the whole thing xD Kerry made sure though the media people left him alone. Over time he'd get used to it as well, for sure, because Kerry is certain that what they have will last and he's definitely off the market for good now.

Full interview text under the cut for better readability.

The rumors are true after all

Once voted one of Night City’s most sought-after bachelors, Kerry Eurodyne is off the dating market once again. “For good this time,” he says, and gives ShowBlizz an exclusive look behind the well-guarded scenes.

By Lacie Bourne | Published on December 3rd 2077, 6AM

For months the gossip factory has been working overtime. It all started with a custom Yaiba motorbike spotted coming and going regularly at the Eurodyne residence in North Oak. Ever since we’ve asked the same question: is someone new at Kerry’s side? One of Night City’s long-established rockstars, Kerry Eurodyne has been in the news in recent months more frequently again. A new album is in the works, a tour planned for 2078/79. But that’s not all that’s new and different, with his management officially confirming earlier this week that Kerry has a new partner.

Lacie: Good morning, Kerry, thanks so much for having us here at your home today for this exclusive interview!

Kerry: Pleasure’s all mine.

L: Let me cut straight to the point, because our readers will be dying to know: how long exactly has this been going on? And what are the reasons you’ve been hiding your obvious new luck for so long?

K: We first met in early June, through work you could say. We weren’t hiding as such, just keeping a low profile. Won’t be going into the details here, other than it just feelin’ right at the time.

L: Happy 6-month anniversary then! You already said it, you met through work. Rumors say he was, or maybe still is, part of your management team that organized the collab with UsCracks?

K: In a way you could say that, yeah. Without him that deal wouldn’t have worked out the way it did, definitely.

L: How exciting! What else can you tell us? Can we have a name, his age?

K: I’m afraid, no, you can’t. Not yet, at least.

L: How intriguing indeed… but I will take you up on that “not yet” by the time our next interview rolls around! Of course we would have liked to speak to your partner as well today, ask him all the burning questions our readers have directly…

K: Well, they’ll have to put up with me instead.

L: Hahaha, well then let’s get to our reader’s questions right away... During the official press conference earlier this week you said you’re “off the dating market… for good this time”. Responses to this were mixed, as you’d made a similar statement after the announcement of your engagement to Louise. What gvies you the confidence that this relationship will last, that this is different?

K: I’ve read the comments, and I don’t think I’ve ever used those words exactly in regards to Louise. Or in this context at least. And I’m not here to throw her under the bus either. What I can say is, that meeting my partner was… a revelation. In many ways. He’s supportive in a way I haven’t experienced with anyone else yet, and god knows I’m not the easiest person to handle. He’s doing a preem job at it. Lifting me up, and grounding me in the here and now at the same time.

L: That does sound almost too perfect, doesn’t it?

K: Maybe it does, but it’s true. He brings out the best in me, inspires me to do what I’m best at: making fucking good music. He makes me very happy, more than he thinks himself.

L: Well, of course we wish you all the best and that you stay as happy together as you very obviously are!

K: Thanks, ‘preciate it.

L: What does your future together look like you think? What are your long-term goals and plans?

K: We like to take things a day at a time. He is a very busy man, as am I. Sometimes planning too far ahed only gets frustrating when things don’t work out short notice. Carefully, tentatively though, a vacation is planned. We could both use a little getaway. Been an eventful year, and next year’s gonna be even busier.

L: Where are you headed, if you’re willing to share?

K: The Phillipines, and afterwards maybe Japan.

L: If those aren’t the perfect destinations for a romantic getaway! I hope all will work out as planned, you deserve it, Kerry!

K: Haha, yeah, think so. He deserves it, too.

L: Of course! We wish you all the best. And we hope to see more of you two together in the future, now that you’ve finally let the cat out of the bag. You’re certainly a breathtaking couple!

K: Thanks, Lacie.

Read the full, unabridged interview only on NETDIR://NCITY.SHOWBLIZZ.PUB

#cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne x v #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk vp #cyberpunk fanfiction #cyberpunk edit #otp: to bad decisions #my screenshots #my edits #my vp

[maudiemoods]

Question for the Alien AU: What is the society like on Sun and Moon's homeworld? (Other than the cannibalism being common like you said)

Worried that I won't get to drawing a response for this so I'll just type it 😔

Their species is really big on studying, exploration, galactic politics and trading! They kinda have a huge monopoly over a lot of other species but the system was created to help so most don't mind. They carry out these jobs from their home world for the most part. The work week is only 3 days a week (they're days are 32 hours long and most sleep 7-10 hours from mid afternoon-midnight(ish) as in they're mostly nocturnal) during their free time, most do studies and work on hobbies they enjoy. In the cities and towns, they are constantly celebrating their lives. Live music is on pretty much every corner, art is shown all over, and people get together and hang out :)) there's tons of markets and everyone helps each other when they can. Their species is extremely social and pretty energetic but even so, night life is very chill. The music is soft and everyone keeps their voice at a respectable level. It's kinda shunned upon to be loud and make a scene. But! There are certain areas where there aren't any restrictions on volume and they all just go crazy ldlsksk like night clubs?? During early morning to afternoon, things go pretty quiet. Most start getting ready for sleep but the more socially anxious start to go out. They can enjoy the same stuff just during a time when less people are out.

They're just very big on accommodating for as many people as they can I guess?

By the way!! When it comes to cannibalism, those who practice it are not allowed to step foot on their home world! If they do, they'll be arrested and executed. They can only commit cannibalism in space because space is lawless for the most part. But that doesn't mean others wont seek revenge.

As long post but here you go :D!! Still working on it but I'll have it all figured out soon :D!!

#beings made of stardust au #ren won't shut up

[that-fanperson-meg]

so I was bored last night and found @stardustshimmer’s Meta Pirate Au and I ended up writing a 2500 word fanfic about it.

Edit: I have now posted this to my Ao3 and you can read it here if you’d prefer the layout :)

Cw: nothing too serious there is a fight scene but nothing graphic

and without further ado, here’s my silly fanfic :D

It was a common theme in every old sailor’s tall-tale that the sea held mystery and wonder that none could comprehend. 

Stories of larger than life beasts that could bring an entire galleon down without so much as a warning were passed around from port to port. 

Warnings spoken from one fisherman to the next told of odd creatures that got caught in the fishing nets of ships, and if they weren’t thrown back into the depths, the ship was doomed to sail into a storm and crash upon the rocks. 

“So, do ya’ think all that’s real?” Asked a pirate that obviously didn’t understand the meaning of ‘loose lips sink ships’ to their friend.

The second person in the conversation thought for a moment, “hmm, can’t say I do. Most of those stories are just made up to ward away the weak of heart from treasure.”

The initiator of the conversation scoffed, “but ya’ gotta think it’s weird what ‘appened to The Squeaks last week! They got one a’the best captains ‘round- and yet after they fished up that weird fish they sailed straight into a storm!”

The wiser of the two quickly shushed their friend, “hey! We got no clue if he could be around. Hush up, will ya?”

Though unfortunately, the ‘he’ that the sailor had been referring to had already overheard what the two had been conversing about.

Captain Meta was a relatively new captain, but he had already made a name for himself as the Swordsman of the Sea. His capabilities with his mighty sword, Galaxia, was spoken about in taverns with reverence and caution. 

The captain moved from his place in the shadows back towards where his ship, the Halberd, was anchored hoping that there hadn’t been any delays with restocking the ship of the items that the seven person crew needed.

Even from the back alleys, Captain Meta could hear the low rumblings of conversation from the island’s market. It was at times like this that the pirate was grateful for the life that he led. The sounds of the sea and waves were a far pleasanter sound than the bustle of a town.

Soon enough, Meta arrived at the side of the island where the Halberd was anchored, and to the captain’s delight the crew had finished loading up the last of the cargo just a moment before he had returned.

“Captain,” Axe -the pirate that often took the steering wheel- began, “I know it’s ill advised to stay in one place for too long, but I don’t like the look of the clouds off the coast. I think we should stay put until they clear.”

Axe’s suggestion then caused the Halberd's quartermaster, Vul, to squawk in surprise. “Axe, you know we can’t let those blasted Squeaks get ahead of us! We gotta keep sailin’!”

Captain Meta waved Vul’s reprimands off, “Vul, calm yourself. I just got word from the locals that the Squeaks sailed into a storm themselves. It seems as though the bilge rats are far off course from finding that broach of ours.”

Though, Vul once again made his thoughts known, “Captain, I understand what you’re saying, but I’m positive that we can get past those clouds before any storm hits.”

With a sigh, Meta gave into Vul’s advice, and ordered the sails to be lowered taking the bird-like pirate on his word.

In an instant, the pearly white sails filled with wind, and the Halberd was out to sea once more.

Keeping a keen eye on the storm clouds brewing above, Axe sailed over a sea that grew darker with each passing minute. 

In little under an hour, the waves grew choppy and turned from their usual sapphire hue, into a deep somber emerald color that was capped with white sea foam at the waves peak. Though still, the Halberd pressed on despite the obvious signs of a bad storm.

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By some miracle, the Halberd hadn’t been caught by the storm and had found calmer waters once the island they had been anchored at was out of sight -which caused Vul to act smug for the rest of the night.

As per usual, Meta took the first watch while the rest of the crew slept below deck. This gave him ample time to both listen to the waves as they rocked the ship from side to side, and to fantasize about the treasure that awaited him and the crew. 

The broach of the ocean king was almost something of fiction. It was said to have the power to create storms that could sink any ship, have the wind always be in the sails, and could sell for a very pretty amount.

It was for these reasons that as soon as sightings of the broach had been spotted, Daroach and his crew -most commonly known as the Squeaks- had been sailing all around where the broach had been seen.

This in turn got the attention of Meta’s crew, as they were the closest thing that the Squeaks had to a rival.

However the most curious thing about the broach wasn’t its alleged powers, it was the manner in which it never followed the currents like any other overboard treasure would’ve. 

From what stories Meta had heard, it almost seemed like the broach had a mind of its own.

Drawing the captain from his own thoughts was the distinguishable sound of loud and boisterous exclamations of a crew that had just secured a piece of valuable treasure.

In an instant, Meta drew his spyglass and looked across the dark sea that was illuminated only by the bright moon, and spotted the unmistakable insignia of the Squeak’s ship.

In one swift motion, the captain turned the steering wheel so that the Halberd faced what was once the port side, and rushed down the flight of stairs which led to where the crew had been asleep.

After only a minute, the crew had gathered their weapons and moved to the upper deck. It was then that they found that the Squeaks had not been shipwrecked by a storm like they’d previously believed, and by some cruel twist of luck, had found the broach before they had.

However, what the crew of the Halberd hadn’t been expecting was a voice as deep and imposing as thunder -a voice that didn’t fit the bill of any of the opposing crew- yelling over the Squeaks. 

Even though they were still out of distance with the crew of mouse-like pirates, Meta could still hear most of the conversation clearly.

“You’re not gettin’ hold of my broach, you hear me!?” The loud voice yelled.

A pirate in a rich red coat and hat -the Captain of the Squeaks, Daroach- laughed at whoever had spoken, “you’re in no position to make demands, your majesty. Now hand over the treasure, and we’ll throw you back overboard. Deal?”

It was then that a pirate with yellow fur -the fastest member of the Squeaks, Spinni- alerted the rest of his crew of the Halberd and Captain Meta Knight’s presence.

A minute later, the Halberd was almost directly across from the Squeak’s ship, and it was then that Meta could clearly see who had been defying Daroach and apparently held the broach of the ocean king.

From the upper half of their body, Meta could’ve assumed they were a person of a similar type as Vul as they had royal blue feathers and what seemed to be a yellow beak.

However it was when the captain’s eyes trailed down that it became more noticeable that they were not like anyone else present on either ship, as to Meta’s surprise, the person had a tail like that of a fish. Making it clear that the person that the captain was looking at was a siren.

“Captain Meta! I was wondering when you’d finally show up, I didn’t want this night to get boring!” Daroach taunted, pulling the captain out of his fascination with the siren aboard the Squeak’s ship. 

“Hand over the broach, Daroach, and we won’t have to blast your ship and crew of bilge rats to bits.” Vul commanded, aiming the canon towards the Squeak’s ship.

The pirate in the red coat sighed, “even if your threats convinced me in the slightest, I can’t get the blasted broach 'cause ‘his majesty’ over here is being difficult.”

The siren scoffed in offense, and was about to retort when Captain Meta spoke before him.

“Well then Daroach, how about we settle this like men?” He proposed as he drew Galaxia from her sheath, “winner keeps the broach.”

The crew of the Halberd shifted to a battle position and the Squeaks followed soon after. 

“Sounds fine with me.” Daroach laughed, as the pirate marched forward and lowered the gangplank between the two ships, and a second later, a battle erupted between the two ships.

Upon the fight starting, Meta’s crew teamed up in pairs to face the Squeaks. 

Axe and Mace worked together to move faster than Spinni could on his own and catch the yellow-furred pirate.

The unlikely duo of Javelin and Trident worked to take on Doc who used his inventions against the two pirates.

The heavyweight of the Squeaks, Storo, was handled by Sword and Blade.

The two captains clashed against each other, with Meta using Galaxia and Daroach using his sharpened claws. 

Everytime that Meta would slice, aiming to hit the pirate, Galaxia would only cut through air. To which Daroach would make his own counterattack, but find the same result.

This dance continued for what felt like hours, until finally, Meta saw his opening. 

In one swift action, the captain sent Galaxia through Daroach’s red cape sending the mouse-like pirate to the ground as he drove the sword into the deck of the ship.

Meta stood over Daroach for a moment, emphasizing that the fight was over.

With a groan, the captain of the Squeaks conceded, “fine. You won, the broach and the siren are yours, blah blah blah, now get off my ship.”

Now with a smug look in his eyes, Meta and the rest of his crew crossed the gangplank back onto their own ship. A minute later, Storo begrudgingly transferred the broach and the siren to the Halberd and the Squeaks retreated.

“Go tend to your injuries, I will retrieve the broach.” Meta told his crew, to which they adhered to.

Finally Meta was face to face with the siren, it was at that point that the captain saw two things that he hadn’t noticed before. 

The first of which being how the scales of the siren’s tail transitioned from a warm scarlet to an orange gentle as the sun’s first rays of light and ended in a bright and joyous yellow. 

However the second thing the pirate noticed was the broach of the ocean king -a name that now made more sense- was just a small sapphire crystal stuck onto a seashell, but that wasn’t saying that the broach wasn’t beautiful, just that Meta had been expected more.

“Hey, uh, thanks for rescuin’ me from those guys. It really means lots to me, but I gotta get movin’, so if ya’ can just throw me back overboard that’d be nice of ya’.” The siren said, his tone almost sounding genuine.

Meta was quiet for a moment before sighing, “you are going to answer a few of my questions before I turn you loose.” 

The siren rolled his eyes, like he had been expecting something like this.

“What is your name?” 

The siren had a confused look on his face for a second, perhaps not expecting the questions to be that simple. 

“It’s Dedede, and from what I’ve gathered you’re Captain Meta of the Halberd.”

Dedede wasn’t a name that Meta had anticipated, however it suited the siren well in the pirate’s opinion.

“So Dedede,” Meta began, starting the second round of questions, “what were you doing on the Squeak’s ship?”

Dedede turned his gaze to the ground, “they had my guppy, Kirby, I couldn’t let them just take ‘im away like that.”

Meta paused for a moment as he thought over what Dedede had just told him. “Did they even know that you had the broach?”

The siren just shook his head, “then it must’ve really just been dumb luck.” The pirate thought to himself.

“Speaking of that broach, how did you even come across it?”

Dedede smiled, “it’s been mine for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember who I got it from, but I know that I gotta keep on at all times, otherwise those Dark Matter Octopuses would get me in a flash.”

Meta held a perplexed look in his eyes for a second, “what are the ‘Dark Matter Octopuses’ that you speak of? I’ve never heard of anything like that.”

The siren shuddered, “I got no clue where they come from or what they even are, but what I do know is that I can never let ‘em near me otherwise they’d turn me into a raging monster. Though fortunately, my broach here doesn’t let that happen to me.”

In all of Meta’s years of life, not once did he ever consider that one day he would be talking to a siren that held an extremely valuable treasure, and consider letting the siren go with the treasure.

But here he was, doing exactly that.

On the horizon, morning had begun to break, the sight of which caused Dedede to visibly dishearten.

Dedede looked back to Meta after a minute of watching the sun rise with a pleading look in his eyes that just about broke the pirate’s heart.

With a sigh, Meta extended his gloved hand, “come on, your majesty, let’s get you back in the ocean where you belong.”

After a few minutes of work, Meta had successfully returned the siren to the ocean once again. 

In all honesty, Meta was prepared to tell his crew that Dedede had escaped with the broach, and not give the siren another thought. Their lives could continue as usual, never meeting again. 

However, Dedede wasn’t onboard with that plan.

Because before he swam back down into the depths of the ocean, the siren called back to the pirate.

“Hey Meta! If you ever want to find me again I’m usually hangin’ around Dreamland Cove! I’d love to see you try your hand at getting any of my other treasures.” And with that, Dedede disappeared under the waves.

Though he didn’t leave Meta without anything as a keepsake of their meeting, he left behind a warm feeling in Meta’s heart as the captain stood on the deck of the Halberd alone.

#kirby #meta knight #king dedede #stardustshimmer’s meta pirate

[landwriter]

58 for the Spotify fic synopsis thing

It's Now We Are Free from the Gladiator OST. I have no idea why it's there, only that the answer is obvious: I would pull #5 from my list of Concepts That I'm Not Allowed To Think Further About Until My WIP List Is Smaller:

gladiator hob and some kind of fancy guy dream. angst. homoeroticism. bodyguard au?

I know even less than Gladiator knew about that time and place in history, and am, upon actually thinking about the concept, not the person to write this at all, but, you know, brawler Hob, lordly Dream, class differences and baths and patronage and pining. Maybe Hob is actually a wrestler, or athlete. It doesn't matter. As long as he's got big strong muscles and chip on his shoulder. As long as Dream falls in love with him at first sight. Humans AU with a rich background of sociopolitical action I would need to go back to school for. Hurt/Comfort, capital-D Drama, probably lot of grapes or something. Political intrigue. Stolen kisses. Gratuitous scenes of Hob sweating during a variety of activities. Thigh-fucking. Poisoning attempts. Bacchanalia. Markets filled with equal parts treasures and cutpurses. Old men in robes monologuing. An escape into the night. Lovingly poetic descriptions of Hob's hairy chest for @moorishflower. That's the sort of thing I'd write.

#the sandman #dreamling #asks #spotify wrapped prompt #gladiator au #just need to download the knowledge and i'd go bonkers for it #i thought: a temple scene with an oracle would be cool #googled it #realized i'm thinking of ancient greece #have possibly been picturing it this whole time #NOT the person to write this one hahahaha #literally sitting here wracking my brain and thinking: do i know ANY history ancient medieval modern #and the answer is like....absolutely i do NOT #if Historians didn't want us to confuse ancient rome and ancient greece they wouldn't have put the two places so close together #or ancient in BOTH their names

[bonesandthebees]

I JUST READ CHAPTER 21 OF GLASS DIVINE OH MY GOD I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS I SIMPLY CANNOT ORGANISE THEM ALL

Mr Beast appearance was a very much appreciated jumpscare during such an intense chapter I had to take a lap before reading on to reorganise myself LOL

I also listened to the song you linked whilst reading though a second time and can completely understand why this was the loop song of choice, it made reading feel so much more intense so can only imagine the writing process!

I am loving this fic so much so far! am taking the insanity that is chapter 21 as a sign to start doing asks so will claim an emoji!!!

very excited to see the aftermath (and maybe who the night market snake tattoo guy is…) in the next few chapters :D

- 🪲

mr beast cameo was the intermission moment /j

the writing process was simultaneously way less intense than what it's like to read a chase scene but also super intense at the same time?? my heart was POUNDING during certain parts but then at other points I had to like. figure out the boring stuff like where they're standing what dialogue tags to use etc etc and so the scene would feel super slow in my head it was frustrating

I'm so glad you're enjoying so far!! and welcome to the emoji club beetle anon!

you'll find out who snake tattoo guy is soon yes :)

#ask #beetle anon #through a glass divine