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faerybones3 · 3 months

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The Many Delights of Detention

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader (MC)

Sebastian helps you search for something you need, but he’s a piss poor look-out

wc: 2k

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tags: aged up characters, friends to lovers, sebastian is a pining idiot, suggestive making out, fluff, “un”requited love

If one were walking through the faculty wing of Hogwarts during this crisp autumn day, they would not notice anything entirely out of the ordinary at first glance. However, if they were to do a double take, they would most definitely notice the frustrated mumblings of a certain witch who was currently ransacking the private office of Professor Onai.

“It’s got to be around here somewhere,” she mumbled to herself, casting a hushed revelio before continuing her search.

Sebastian Sallow, who was walking nearby and had slowed his footsteps when he heard her, peeked into the office. He leaned his weight against the doorframe, an amused smile touching his lips as he watched her, completely oblivious to his presence.

After another beat or two, he cleared his throat loudly, and she nearly jumped out of her skin before she turned around, eyes wide.

“Sebastian, you twat,” she said in a loud whisper, relieved to find him instead of the angry teacher she had been expecting. “You scared me half to death.”

He chuckled. “And just what are you doing ransacking a professor’s private office?”

“Looking for something,” she said distractedly, continuing her search.

He waited a moment before making a gesture with his hands that said, “and what would that be?”

She glanced at him again, “Weasley gave me this field guide two years ago and I’ve been trying to find all the pages because they sort of . . . scattered all around the school.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Garreth?”

“No, you idiot, Professor Weasley. It’s supposed to help me catch up on my work load.”

He nodded absently, his mouth forming a little “o.”

“Why would you have to break in somewhere to find one though? Doesn’t make much sense to me,” he said, eyebrows now furrowed.

“I don’t know, Sebastian,” she said, slightly irritated at not having found the page yet. “But you have no idea how hard it is to find the bloody things,” she continued, her words descending back into exasperated mumbling.

He stood there watching her for a minute, amused at her frustration, and decided if he was going to be an accomplice, he might as well keep a look out for teachers.

She cast revelio once again and then seemed to finally find what she was looking for in a tall bookshelf on the far side of the office.

“Aha! There you are, you blasted thing,” she said, hurriedly grabbing the page that had seemed to appear out of thin air and stuffing it into a large book she had pulled out of her school bag.

Sebastian looked out into the corridor as he heard faint footsteps from somewhere down the hallway.

“Perfect timing, someone’s coming.”

She cursed and grabbed his arm, pulling him into a tall armoire situated next to the large bookshelf and closing the doors softly behind them. The closet, though effective at hiding them, was not made for people to stand in and was a very tight fit. They were nestled up against each other, her chest brushing his and her hands still gripping his forearms. Sebastian tried his hardest to picture Leander Prewett in his mind’s eye so as not to focus on the hips that were currently pressed flush against his own.

“Quite cozy in here,” he whispered, stifling a chuckle.

She lifted her arm and he thought she might smack him, but she just pressed her palm against his lips to quiet him. He realized that someone had just entered the room they were in and he had almost given them away. Footsteps could be heard outside the cabinet, moving around the room.

In an attempt to shift his weight from one foot to the other, Sebastian accidentally rustled the coat hangers above his head.

The witch’s eyes widened as she realized what he had done and she animatedly mouthed “I hate you” at him as the footsteps neared the door to the cabinet, no doubt having heard the clatter.

The doors opened and Professor Onai looked at them with a look of surprise, then disappointment on her face and she took in the sight before her.

“It is always you two, isn’t it?”

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Sebastian put down the book he was reading and gazed up at the witch who sat across from him in the Slytherin common room. She was deep in her own book, and he took the stolen moment to admire the contours of her face, the curve of her lips and the way her tongue darted out to lick her finger before she turned the page. It drove him nearly mad; she drove him mad. He had been desperately in love with her since their fifth year. He was initially intrigued by her when she burst into the Great Hall during the sorting ceremony, as everyone had been. But once she had boldly introduced herself to him in the Slytherin common room, he knew he was done for. Her quick wit and easy banter excited him and made it hard for him to keep up with her, but he was never one to run from a challenge. He supposed it also helped that she was devastatingly gorgeous.

Throughout the last two years, he had been following her around like a lost puppy, eager to help her on her many expeditions around the highlands surrounding Hogwarts in the dead of night. They had grown unbelievably close, picking fights with Dugbogs and raiding lingering poacher camps. They always seemed to make a game of it, keeping count of who could free more beasts. She was perhaps the person he trusted most in the world, other than Anne and Ominis of course.

Deep down, he knew he was a pining fool, as she had never given any indication of reciprocating his feelings to his knowledge, but he would do anything to be close to her, even if that meant he could never cross that boundary of friendship for as long as they lived. He was putty in her hands, and he didn’t mind it one bit.

Her eyes rose to his, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“What are you looking at,” she said playfully, kicking his foot lightly underneath the table.

He smiled at her, but before he could come up with a witty response, he heard Ominis’ voice from across the room. He sounded groggy and looked as though he had just woken up from a nap. He was making his way over to the pair.

“Don’t you two have somewhere to be?”

“Oh Merlin, I forgot,” said the witch, hastily rising from her spot on the couch and snapping her book shut.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t just explain what you were doing in her office. You easily could have gotten out of this detention, you know,” Ominis said, sitting down in the spot she had just risen from.

“I know, but I couldn’t let Sebastian go all alone. He might just die of boredom without me there to keep him company,” she said, earning an eye roll from both boys.

They gathered the rest of their things and bade farewell to Ominis before heading in the direction of the divination classroom.

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Their detention assignment was no less than what they had expected. They were to polish trophies in the trophy room without using magic for an hour or two. Professor Onai had left a while ago, seeming to trust them to get the job done without needing to be supervised. She told them before she left that she would come to collect them before dinner.

Sebastian sat, grumbling to himself, attempting to polish a particularly grimy trophy.

His detention partner sat next to him, diligently polishing her share without complaint. He watched her as she worked, her nimble fingers sweeping gently over the gold and silver. He found himself wishing he were that quidditch trophy in her hands, being polished until he shined. She wouldn’t need to do much, he would already be shining just from her touch.

“Someone’s got a staring problem today,” she said, not looking up from her work.

He flushed crimson and tore his eyes away from her.

“Sorry.”

She looked up at him and smiled, reaching out a hand to touch his knee gently. His breath hitched in his throat at the contact.

“I’m just teasing.”

He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

When she went to remove her hand from his knee, his own hand shot out to cover hers. His eyes widened a bit at his own boldness, but the way she was looking at him now had him not caring in the slightest.

As he looked into her eyes, he saw a glimmer of something. Hope? Desire? He didn’t know why, but he found himself moving closer to her from his seat on the floor. His heart was pounding so loudly against his ribs, he was afraid she could hear it. His face now dangerously close to hers, he looked at her with a silent question in his eyes. Her brief glance to his lips was answer enough.

His body moved of its own accord, one hand moving to tilt her chin up. As their lips met, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him even closer, deepening the kiss. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip and she eagerly opened for him, exploring his own mouth with her tongue.

Sebastian’s free hand moved to fist the hair at the nape of her neck and she let out a breathy moan. He smiled against her lips, silently vowing to himself that he would do anything in his power to pull those noises from her lips whenever he could. Releasing her chin, he tugged on the front of her robes and she slid into his lap, practically straddling him. His hand now found the dip of her waist, fingers splayed and digging into her sides to keep her where she was.

Her own hands had found a home at the nape of his neck, twisting into his hair. She nipped at his bottom lip, and he pulled away, diving down to her jaw and pressing syrupy sweet kisses there. He made his way to that sensitive spot behind her ear and dragged his teeth over her skin, making her head spin and her eyes flutter. He never knew heaven could taste this good.

He pulled away and looked at her.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers.

She laughed, and the sound was music to his ears.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”

Just as he went in to devour her lips once more, they heard someone clearing their throat briskly, and turned to face whoever it was, pulling away from each other as if they had been struck by lightning.

Professor Onai stood in the doorway to the trophy room, her eyebrows had all but disappeared into her hairline.

“You are free to go to dinner now, thank you,” she said pointedly, shaking her head to herself before leaving them to clean up.

As they looked back to each other, faces flushed with embarrassment, they both burst into laughter. The witch in Sebastian’s lap laid her head on his shoulder and he turned to kiss her temple. When she lifted her head to look at him, he gave her a shameless smile.

“Care to continue where we left off?” He asked cheekily.

She chuckled and smacked his shoulder lightly.

“I’m starving, let’s go.”

He deflated a bit as she lifted herself off him, his pants uncomfortably tight. But as he stood, he reached out to grab her hand and lifted it to his lips, a silent promise.

She smiled and let her hand comfortably rest in his grasp. He didn’t let go all the way to dinner.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fanfic

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lurkingshan · 8 months

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A Time Called You: A Great Reminder to Go Watch Someday or One Day

This past weekend Netflix dropped a new kdrama called A Time Called You in its entirety, and I became particularly interested in watching it as soon as I realized what it was: the Korean remake of Someday or One Day I knew had been in the works for awhile. If you’re not familiar, Someday or One Day (SOOD) is a beloved 2019 Taiwanese drama that is widely considered to be among the best dramas the country has ever produced (there is also a 2022 film version of the story, but that’s less relevant to this post). Now, I love Korean dramas, and I know that countries remaking each other’s best shit is very common in the Asian media landscape, but I couldn’t help but feel protective of the original work and a bit resentful of the choice to adapt something that was so original and unique and specific and put that generic kdrama sheen on it. Taiwan has a small film industry, and this is one of its jewels. We didn’t need Korea’s take on it.

And having watched the adaptation in full now, I am feeling pretty justified in that initial feeling. Let me just say upfront: A Time Called You (ATCY) is a perfectly good drama with a solid cast and competent storytelling. Had I seen it absent the knowledge of what it was adapting, I probably would have liked it a lot. But I have already seen and loved Someday or One Day, so I feel compelled to break down why it is the better version of this tale, both for my fellow SOOD devotees who are wondering how this adaptation stacks up and for folks who have only seen the kdrama in the hopes that you’ll decide to watch the original. As usual, I did the most, so reader be advised that this is long (tagging @troubled-mind as promised and @smittenskitten because I saw you were looking for a comparison of the two dramas). TL; DR: if you liked ATCY, or have seen neither version and are wondering which to watch: go find Someday or One Day, because it’s an overall superior and more satisfying execution of the same story.

The Vibe

Let’s start here because it’s the most obvious and immediately striking thing as someone who has seen both versions. SOOD has a bit of a rough and unpolished feel, which makes it feel more grounded in reality (important when you are getting into fantasy elements like time travel but you still want the characters to feel like real people). We open our story in 1998 in a record shop with a young girl playing Last Dance by Wu Bai and China Blue, a 1996 mando pop rock ballad, and thus setting the tone—this will be a somewhat raw and bittersweet story about grief and hurt and longing that will invite us to wallow in our feelings. And that melancholic vibe stays throughout the drama, even in the explicitly happy scenes, because you are always aware that the joy you are seeing has already been lost.

By contrast, ATCY feels… emotionally flat. Don’t get me wrong, it is a very faithful adaptation. The early episodes are practically a shot for shot remake of the original drama. But it’s too polished, too shiny. The filmmaking is bog standard kdrama fare; everything is soft focus and warmly lit and too beautiful and consequently nothing feels real. It feels right in line with the standard aesthetics of recent mainstream Korean dramas, and that choice undermines the emotional weight and grit of this story.

A great example of this can be seen in the way the two dramas handle the iconic scene where our female lead runs in the rain, looking back over her shoulder to smile in delight at the male lead before continuing on her way. This is a moment of realization for him about his feelings for her—one he will later immortalize in a painting that becomes part of the mystery of the past she is trying to unravel. In Someday or One Day, this scene takes place on a regular street, in the utterly mundane surroundings of their everyday lives as they walk home, and she runs down the middle of the road as puddles gather in the uneven pavement; in A Time Called Love, they are in a picturesque park for this scene, surrounded by green and encased within a grove of giant trees, and she runs right down the middle of a tree lane that looks like it came straight out of a fairytale. One story is very much about a love grounded in a reality we can recognize; the other is pure fantasy romance.

The Music

I already mentioned the song that anchors the Taiwanese drama above. Last Dance is hugely important to the story, both thematically and as a plot device, and in its ability to set the mood and tone of the drama.

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The Korean remake similarly uses a real 1996 ballad as its main song and time travel mechanism: With My Tears by Seo Ji Won. And, uh, the vibe is a bit different.

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Discerning listeners might recognize this as one of the many classic love ballads performed by our favorite doctors by day, rock stars by night over on Hospital Playlist. It’s a perfectly fine song. But it sets quite a different tone for our story, doesn’t it? It also is meant to be a song that a teenage boy is hankering to listen to on cassette, and listen, I wasn’t living in Korea in 1996. I have no idea how culturally accurate that may be. I’m sure there were in fact baby Lee Ik Juns running around trying to get their hands on this cheesy love song. But the edgier sound of Last Dance definitely sounds more in line with something the teenage male lead would listen to and what the music is meant to convey. And frankly, since we hear this song about 30 times in the drama, it matters that Last Dance is just an objectively better song.

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg, because beyond the classic song each version chose to use as its centerpiece, there is also a stark difference in the quality and tone of each drama’s OSTs. Here is a compilation of the Someday or One Day tracks, including the utterly gorgeous main theme by Shi Shi. The music is hugely important in the Taiwanese drama and is used to set the mood as well as emphasize its themes, and the tracks feel specific to this story.

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And here is a compilation of A Time Called You OSTs.

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If you’re familiar with kdrama OSTs, you will recognize most of the artists on here, as well as some new covers of old songs. And again, the vibes are quite different. Whereas SOOD was very intentional and specific in its music choices, ATCY just sounds like every other kdrama. There is nothing on this tracklist that stands out or evokes the kind of feeling that the SOOD tracks do.

The Main Couple

The name and timeline situation in this show makes this section unnecessarily difficult, so let me just make a little reference sheet here:

Someday or One Day

Alice Ke plays Yu Xuan (2019) and Yun Ru (1998)

Greg Hsu plays Quan Sheng (2019) and Zi Wei (1998)

A Time Called You

Jeon Yeo Been plays Jun Hee (2023) and Min Yu (1998)

Ahn Hyo Seop plays Yeun Jun (2023) and Si Heon (1998)

All of the actors here are seasoned and very good at their jobs, so I am not casting shade on any of them—they are executing their performances based on writing and directorial choices. But I cannot deny that the Taiwanese version of these characters are more compelling all around. In SOOD, the main characters have a real spark; despite the melancholic undertone of the story, there are moments of genuine joy and when they connect with each other, you feel why this bond is strong enough for them to find each other through time and despite all the trauma they endure. In ATCY, however, the characterizations are muted.

This is most evident in the difference between Quan Sheng/Zi Wei and Yeon Jun/Si Heon. Greg Hsu plays Zi Wei as magnetic, playful, mischievous, utterly lovable, and very intense about his feelings for his lady. He has a real joie de vivre about him that clearly brightens up Yu Xuan’s life considerably, and his devotion to her is not just shown, but deeply felt. Experiencing their memories, you understand immediately why Yu Xuan can’t move on from his death; he was the joyful, relaxed counterpoint to her more ambitious and serious personality. Si Heon, though? He is a nice dude and a generous partner and he is very good looking. But he doesn’t have the playfulness or the intensity that his Taiwanese counterpart does. His personality is just more moderate all around. One great example of this: upon discovering that he has traveled forward into the body of the person that would become Yu Xuan/Jun Hee’s boyfriend, Zi Wei (in Quan Sheng’s body now, are you still with me?) actively decides to find her, love her, and try to solve this time loop quagmire they are in; Si Heon (in Yeon Jun’s body) waits for a moment of fate to give him a sign, and only makes the decision to pursue Jun Hee after running into her by coincidence.

Similarly, Jun Hee is not quite as spunky and sassy as Yu Xuan and Min Yu is not as dark and awkward as Yun Ru; when Jun Hee travels to the past and takes up residence in Min Yu’s body, the differences between the two characters she is playing are not as evident. In SOOD, I could tell at a glance who is in Yun Ru’s body; in ATCY I need more context to be sure. Where Yun Ru had more of an edge, Min Yu simply reads very shy. It’s not as compelling. One scene that really stands out as an example of this: when Yun Ru is pretending to be Yu Xuan in 1998 and looks in the mirror to practice smiling, it looks downright creepy and sinister; when Min Yu is masquerading as Jun Hee and looks at herself in the mirror, she just looks awed and happy, if a bit awkward. It’s subtle, but it changes the way you feel about the characters.

The difference in Jun Hee and Yeon Jun’s characterization also affects the couple chemistry, which is just not nearly as strong in ATCY. The characters are more muted and thus the expected sparks are more like smoldering embers. The relationship feels cozy and warm and nurturing, but it doesn’t feel vital. It doesn’t feel like the kind of relationship you would fight through time or break the rules of the universe to return to. I recall gasping or crying or laughing out loud throughout SOOD because I was constantly taken aback by Greg Hsu’s arresting presence and the chemistry he and Alice Ke generated was just emotionally riveting. When Yu Xuan told Zi Wei (as Quan Sheng) that they were officially together, that man literally jumped for joy and shouted out his love for her; Si Heon (as Yeon Jun) reacts to the same moment with a quiet smile and a hug. When Zi Wei saw Yu Xuan in Yun Ru’s body again in the finale, he knew instantly that it was her and the smile overtook his face as he reached for her; Si Heon initially called Min Ju’s name before getting closer and taking several beats to realize it was Jun Hee (ruining this iconic moment is perhaps this remake’s greatest sin against romance, my god).

Everything between the couple in SOOD was just more, both in happiness and in despair. I liked Jun Hee and Si Heon, and Ahn Hyo Seop and Jeon Yeo Been are very competent actors whose performances I have loved in other dramas, but they didn’t achieve that level of chemistry here, the writing and directing choices worked against them, and I didn’t feel that same desperation for them to figure this out that I did with Yu Xuan and Zi Wei.

The Story

The Korean version is a very faithful adaptation overall (I haven’t mentioned Jun Jie and In Gyuk because his character and story is more consistent across the two shows), but does make some small tweaks to the story, some of which seem to be out of necessity due to a shorter run time (one episode and a couple hours total less than the Taiwanese original) and some just… because? The shorter amount of story time does lead to them having to cut corners on some aspects of the mythology and time travel lore, making it all a bit less clear for folks who don’t already understand what’s going on, and they put in a few nods to typical kdrama tropes like amusement park dates and hand of fate stuff that we really didn’t need—they are already trapped in a time loop together, we get it!

ATCY also messed with the timelines and ages for reasons I don’t really understand and that don’t really track. In SOOD, Zi Wei traveled forward from 2002 to Quan Sheng’s body in 2010, met Yu Xuan, and then died in 2018. In ATCY, Si Heon traveled forward from 2002 only to 2007 and did not die until 2022—but the relationship dynamics are all the same. It made sense for a young couple who had been together about 7 years and who were in their mid-20s to be having the kind of relationship problems they did—fighting about prioritizing careers and time abroad and whether it was time to get married. But a couple who has been together nearly 15 years? Who are in their mid-30s? They would have already been married probably and had a couple kids to boot. The choice to change the timeline like this had me scratching my head and accomplished nothing for the story.

But neither of those things are the change to the story that is weighing on me most. That occurs in a very small and brief backstory for the real Yeon Jun, where the drama introduces an original character who has no counterpart in SOOD: Tae Ha.

In SOOD, the real Quan Sheng is a closeted gay teenager who meets a tragic end: he confesses to his crush, gets brutally rejected, then gets bullied when the crush tells others about his sexuality, and ultimately decides to walk into the sea in an attempt to end his life, a choice that leaves his body in a coma until Zi Wei’s consciousness takes it over. In ATCY, this backstory changes and Rowoon is brought in for a brief but impactful cameo as Tae Ha, Yeon Jun’s cram school friend. We see that the two have mutual feelings for each other but are both struggling to confess. One day as they are driving together, they finally explicitly acknowledge their feelings, holding hands and smiling at one another—and then immediately get hit by a Truck of Doom (easily one of the most tired kdrama tropes), Tae Ha dying on impact and Yeon Jun ending up in a coma with Si Heon’s consciousness eventually taking over his body like in the original story.

Now on first glance, you might be inclined to give the show some credit for including a new gay character and giving the original Yeon Jun a happier experience with his crush. Explicit gay representation? In a mainstream kdrama? Still very rare and a big deal if done right. But if you think for a moment longer you’ll realize we can’t give the show credit for this, because this is a textbook execution of the Bury Your Gays trope and the narrative punishment that befalls gay characters who act on their attraction. Essentially, what the Korean remake did here was reveal these two characters are gay, killed them both immediately after they decided to pursue a relationship with each other, and then had the het male lead character take over the body of this gay man and use it to enter into a relationship with a woman. Some aspects of this plot were present in the original tale, but this choice to add an additional gay character only to kill him and tie it to their moment of acknowledging their mutual attraction? Made it significantly worse. It was badly done and I will not applaud the drama for representation when they did it in such a cruel way.

The Ending

SOOD ends on a hopeful but somewhat ambiguous note, with Yu Xuan in 2020 finding a way to go back and save Yun Ru (and Jun Jie by extension) and then breaking the time loop, sacrificing her relationship with Zi Wei in the process even as it breaks her heart (because the only way for them to meet and fall in love in 2010 was to stay in the loop). She sacrifices their romance, and all their memories together, because it’s the right thing to do—she inadvertently destroyed Yun Ru’s life with her time traveling, and she couldn’t live with that knowing there was a way to fix it. We are left with a broken time loop, original teen Zi Wei meeting child Yu Xuan again in 1998, and the hope that they will find a way to make their fates align again and be together without time travel complications. It’s just the right bittersweet touch to end the story on; their previous relationship was lost and their sacrifice was real, but there is hope for another version of a happy life together, someday.

By contrast, ATCY goes for a more explicit happy ending: Jun Hee makes the same choice to go back and save Min Ju, and to break the time loop and sacrifice her relationship with Si Heon, but in ATCY we then jump forward to 2011 to a happy epilogue to see Si Heon and Jun Hee meet as adults. And look, I love a happy ending! But what I said above about the sacrifice Yu Xuan and Zi Wei made in SOOD really resonating because of its bittersweet ending? That’s absent here, because ATCY decided they needed to put a bow on it and reassure us they would get back together. ATCY was just never willing to let us stay in the grief or commit to the darker and sadder aspects of this story, and as a result, the whole thing loses some of its impact.

#someday or one day #a time called you #tw drama #kdrama #long post #why yes i did write a 3k word post for the ten people on this website who care about both these dramas #shan shouts into the void

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in-love-with-srk · 10 months

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The Thorpe Dilemma #1

Before he even met them, Xavier had heard a lot about the Addams Family. Xavier met Wednesday was when she saved his life.

The second time they met he saved hers. Which lead to him meeting you, something which he was denied the privilege of at his god mother's funeral.

Xavier like anyone else he mentioned the interaction to (Ajax) wouldn't consider it romantic. You didn't say a word to him and the only reaction he got was a smirk.

It was a little disappointing considering the fact that he had been waiting desperately for that interaction even since he first saw you.

But he couldn't deny you looked hot doing it.

Present Xavier would consider himself lucky if he got you to look in his direction just once. Till that happened though he would stick to drawing you.

While your short interaction(ish) was plaguing Xavier's mind, you were thinking about anything but him. There was something off about Nevermore.

"It couldn't be any worse than the school we went to before" you thought.

The supernatural always fascinated you. While Wednesday was trying to figure out whether or not she should despise the school, you were glad to be in a school that was otherwise filled with students who possessed magically abilities, just by being your natural violent self.

Unlike Wednesday you were able to admit (much to her disgust) that you would miss the family seances and were worried about Pugsley. After all, the reason you were here was severely hurting every kid who was dumb enough to bully about him.

Pugsley was your cousin and you lived with him Wednesday and your aunt and uncle. Your dad Fester, decided that you should focus on studying rather than travel the world and getting arrested, at least till you were an adult.

He wasn't an absent father in any way though. He would visit often and teach you and your cousins how to fight and sometimes take you with him to rob a bank or two.

He also told you about Nevermore, the place where he had found you. Maybe that's why you were somewhat happy to be here.

You would find out why you were abandoned near some crypt and if you could actually do magic like your dad suspected you could.

"You know he likes you right?" Enid asks breaking your train of thought. "Who?" You ask knowing damn well who has been looking at you with most love struck eyes since you got here. "Xavier, he keeps staring at you !".

The way your back was turned to him he could only really see your hair and your particularly alluring ass- but that view was unfortunately blocked by the chair you were sitting on.

"If you like him, maybe you should talk to him." Enid says. "I don't concern myself with matters as trivial as dating. Especially not with the likes of Xavier Thorpe.". That was a balant lie.

You didn't want Xavier to overhear what you really felt. What did you feel though? He had what most people would consider an attractive face.

You simply recognised that it was- that he was- ughhh. Handling crushes was not your strong suit.

You turn around to get a look at him and both Enid and Xavier catch you. You quickly whip back around and focus on the lesson being taught despite your aunt having already taught you about this plant.

That plan was quickly interrupted by Enid. "You were looking at him!". " I look at Mrs Thornhill when she's teaching too. I don't see you assuming I like her despite how attractive she is, your double standards confuse me.".

Xavier on the other hand didn't think he would be able to pay attention ever again.

"Looks like you do have a chance after all" Ajax sajd jabbing Xavier's arm with his elbow. Xavier smiled continued to stare at the back of your head because you finally looked at him.

#Y/n addams #addams!reader #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x addams! reader #The Thorpe Dilemma

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weebsinstash · 11 months

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I WATCHED IT. YOURE SO RIGHT. Miguel would hold you down and rail you so good and if you struggled he’d threaten to bite you and put a baby in you WOW I can’t believe I left the theater pregnant!!!!! 8:30 showing, only adults watching, someone audibly moaned at a certain part

I've been experiencing something I'll dub Prompt Sluttiness where, I'll get an idea, and I'll really want to share it, and I wind up just sharing the concept and talking about it instead of actually writing, and I feel like it can be counter productive or that I actually have reached the point where I have to focus on tasks now

BUT ANYWAYS TO TURN AROUND AND DO IT AGAIN, I haven't watched either Spiderverse movie so I only know a handful of things, but like

I've been starting to hatch up a really specific idea that absolutely refuses to leave my head where, you know, Miguel is doing his thing running the Spider Society, minding his own business in Nueva York, and you know, either scouts or his computer or whatever is all "beep boop this alternate universe has a spiderman AND a spiderwoman? Actually one just died, womp" and Miguel decides, "well ok that sucks, better go check on that other spiderwoman since theres only one left and that universe needs a protector" and he gets there and it takes some time before he finds you clumsily swinging through the streets, clearly just getting a hold of your powers, and he just kind of, rolls his eyes. You're kind of a disaster, he better help you out before you get shot at by cops

But when he approaches you, the second you see his face out of the mask, all sense of color drains from yours. You're just a tearful, sniveling mess at the sight of him, barely forming sentences and looking up at him with big wide tortured eyes. And he tries to take you to his own Nueva York to "show you the ropes" and have you take some pointers from similar spiders, and maybe he even finds you a little creepy. You're relatively quiet but you can hold a decent conversation with everyone EXCEPT him, where you fight to avoid looking him in the eyes and you start tearing up at the slightest provocation and his Spidey Sense has caught you staring at him more than once. Why are you so weird?

But then you're sent back home and he can't help but wonder how you're doing, if you're still trying to train and improve, because you had been awfully anxious and reluctant about, something, he's not quite sure, he wasn't as hands-on with your case as maybe he should have been. And after a certain amount of time, maybe you were meant to report back but didn't, or he gets reports that there is tons of crime in your universe's city and you're suspiciously absent, not donning the mask at all, and he pulls up your address and goes to find you

Your apartment is barely kept together. Some surfaces have thick layers of dust, dishes in the sink, laundry unwashed. He's busy thinking in his head that you must be a pretty mediocre hero if you can't take care of yourself.

And he passes a framed picture that makes him pause, feeling his blood go cold. One of the only decent surfaces in the apartment has a collection of photographs and mementos, but what catches his eye the most was what was at the center. A photograph of two people looking like they're absolutely glowing with joy, and the man looks all too familiar, a silver urn with a name engraved besides it, and a sealed envelope. You had been in an apparently very intimate relationship with this universe's version of... him.

And suddenly his Spidey Sense goes off in that familiar feeling and he whips around and, there you are, hovering from around the corner, surprised and shocked he's in your apartment as your eyes drift from between him and the photographs and trinkets he's looking at. Suddenly he can understand all too well the pain in your face when you look at him. Miguel, YOUR Miguel, had been this universe's Spiderman that had died. And here you were, the one left behind

...one who's pregnant. Your clothing had been very baggy and unflattering when he had met you before and it was only a couple weeks at most, but now it's months and months later and you approach him with the roundest biggest baby bump and gently, oh so weakly tell him, he needs to leave, you can't see him right now, and you refuse to look him in the actual eyes as your face is coated with tears. His mask is down and you can barely glance up to see the way he suddenly can't stop looking at you, and you can't stand it. The sight of him is too upsetting. It brings back too many memories of what you've lost. You can't help but look at this man in front of you, who looks and sounds and SMELLS the same as your own beloved, and your heart aches, thinking how your Miguel never got to meet his baby, or even know what the sex was

And you open your quivering lips to ask him to leave again when he just. Slowly puts a hand on your big round tummy. And you can't bring yourself to stop him, thinking of how terribly you wished he was YOUR Miguel. And he looks at your face with those broken eyes and weeping heart and under his palm he feels your baby suddenly kick and his heart MELTS. He's crouching down to put his ear to your belly and you're just crying quietly at the sight, at how many countless nights you wished you could have this, how you could see and hear and talk to him again, and you sob at Miguel, even if it's a different one, clearly caring for, maybe even already loving, your unborn child

You open your mouth to tell him that you're sorry, you're so sorry you can be Spiderwoman right now, that you can't risk your baby, the only piece you have left of, him, but O'Hara stops you. He doesn't need to hear another word, he already understands and more. He's insistent on bringing you to HIS Nueva York, not just for your protection, but your baby's protection and wellbeing, too, and you really have nothing to lose since, you've already lost what was most important to you, and maybe there's more than just a little exploitation and manipulation of the fact your new mentor and "savior" just so happens to have every single pore and hair of the father of your baby

Part of you screams that it's wrong and you're betraying your former beloved when you and New Miguel start bonding and spending lots of time together, since he's always checking in on you when he isn't busy, always making sure you've had good hearty meals and all your cravings are met and, are your feet sore, do you have a headache, whatever you need, he's willing to get it for you. He's devoted, almost like, a husband, and there are times when he's speaking of the baby almost like he considers himself its father. You've caught him calling it "our baby" more than once

You even open that sealed envelope with him, that ultrasound of the pregnancy you never got to open with YOUR Miguel, the ultrasound that would have told you and your husband the sex of the baby. You swear he tears up every bit as much as you to see that it's going to be a little girl. He becomes clingy after that. He basically can't stand being apart from you. He's fussing over you all the time, but now, he's slowly becoming more aggressive towards others. Are your eggs a little too salty? He's snapping at a chef that too much sodium is bad for you and the baby. A Spider swings by, getting too close for his liking? Suddenly he's chokeslamming them against the nearest surface and raving about how they should know to be more careful, didn't they see that a pregnant woman is here?! What if they had knocked you over or hit your stomach?! Which wouldn't have been very likely with everyone's Spidey Sense but he's starting to become unreasonable when it comes to you

You see the signs and maybe you're afraid. You need to go home, to your REAL home, and get away from this man. As much as you wish he was, he isn't the Miguel you knew before, and maybe you're finding yourself starting to project and transfer some of that affection onto this new man, and you're not sure how to feel, whether to consider it real love or some unhealthy manifestation of trauma. The more aggressive he becomes, the more people he puts his hands on, the more you wonder, would he ever hurt YOU?

And the day comes where he catches you trying to sneak into his hideout and use his computer to send yourself back home and he's just got this barely contained quiet rage where he's speaking to you in near-whispers like it's taking everything he has to not be screaming. You flinch when he comes close and he doesn't like that, and softens, starting to try and talk to you, laced with all his theories and delusions. The hormones from the pregnancy are just making you more paranoid. It's good you want to protect your baby but it's SAFER for you here, don't you know? Oh, you're looking so scared and stressed, and that isn't good for you OR your baby, and you're torn between fear and some fucked up traumatized form of love to the point where you can't move away when he comes to separate you from the controls and ruins your plan.

And he'll rub your shoulders just like how you're used to and speak to you in such a sweet and caring voice as he sees, you're just scared, CLEARLY this is why it's so great and NECESSARY that he's looking out for you. Your resolve crumbles when he holds you and you take a deep sobbing breath of his personal scent and remember smelling this on the bedsheets when you woke up together with your old Miguel.

You're just crying and crying because you're not sure what to do and you feel the clothing around your neck being moved and, a prick, just ever so quick and gentle but you're still looking absolutely shocked and betrayed as Miguel pulls away, licking a little bit of blood off his lips.

"Don't be scared: my venom won't affect your pregnancy. I've already run the experiments to make sure."

And you're becoming paralyzed, the venom combining with your overwhelming panic as you're feeling your consciousness fading, knees wobbling as Miguel cradles you like a fragile, precious egg

"I would never hurt our baby like that. Just trust me. I'll take care of you both."

#atsv #yandere stuff #sinprompts #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere x reader #*plants my flag here especially after reading hes like 6'5* large man scary and hot #also shoutout to the queen who moaned. valid

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dapandapod · 1 year

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A few days ago you reblogged an "incorrect Witcher quotes gifset" where Ciri interrogates Geralt about him being in love with Jaskier. JUST SAYING but I'd read that a million times over if you wrote it 👀

Based on this gif-set by @lamberts

Why, thank you Nonnie-love! Because I don't need sleep anyway (I do) I decided that flattery gets you everywhere, so I pulled together this.

Though, I do have Ciri Science and the Idiot Syndrome, if you are looking for some more idiots being called out.

Thank you for the ask, love, hope you enjoy! On Ao3 here

The morning is still freezing cold, the sun barely up to melt the lingering frost clinging to the cliffs and forest floor. Their steps are quiet, precise, their breathing measured.

Ciri doesn’t need the guidance anymore, but sometimes it’s nice to just run. The path around the keep has many traps, many tricks to watch out for. Geralt watches Ciri bounce over the icy rocks of a creak, then follows closely behind her.

Just in front of a log, she sidesteps, easily avoiding the fall trap there. She uses a branch to swing between two rock formations, balances along its side until she can simply slide down it safely.

Geralt follows, he meant to keep an eye on her, but he finds himself zoning out. The mind numbing task is something he could probably do in his sleep by now.

His mind drifts to lazy evenings by the fire, with easy banter and friendly ribbing. With songs, filthier than any brothel, or older than Vesemir himself.

After the mountain, Geralt wasn’t sure he would get that again. Talking it out was one of the worst things he has done, but a wound must be cleaned, or it will fester.

Ugly truths and shaky apologies were exchanged with the help of some dwarven spirit. Bitter stuff.

Geralt had woken up the next morning on the floor in Jaskier’s room, reclining over a tipped over footstool. His back was hurting, his ass was freezing, but his chest was lighter than it’s been for many years.

“Keep up, Geralt!” Ciri calls from up ahead, and the forest comes back into focus around them.

“As if you can keep up with me, cub.” Geralt smirks, lengthening his stride.

Of course Geralt out paces her. Ciri got sloppy and slipped in the frost, swearing as colorfully as Lambert when she found her feet again.

Together they walk through the gates and inside the keep to join the others for breakfast. Most of them are still on their respective morning duty, so the main hall is more or less empty except for them.

Among the many bookshelves along the walls, Geralt spots Jaskier’s cloak. The eggs are still steaming hot, but he peels one absently anyway, eyes lingering on the forgotten cloak.

“I have a question.” Ciri announces, working her knife on the hard cheese between them.

“Ask it.” Geralt replies, gathering the shells in a neat little pile.

“How long have you known Jaskier?”

Geralt considers this, to be completely honest, he haven’t given it much thought. Maybe he should have.

“How old are you again? Eight?” He asks teasingly, and she gasps in mock offense.

“Thirteen!”

“Right. I had known him for six years at your parents' betrothal.” Wow, time really passes by fast.

Ciri frowns at this, considering this information.

“But… No, that can’t be right.”

“What?” Geralt bites into the steaming egg, already eyeing another one.

“He doesn’t look older than twenty five, does he?” She says, finally managing to get herself a piece of cheese.

That… could technically be true. Geralt is spending too much time with people who doesn’t age the human way, he doesn’t really react to it anymore.

“Ask him about that.” Geralt advises, even if he himself is a bit curious now.

They chew in silence for a moment, sounds from the keep waking up filtering in through the thick wooden doors.

“I have another question.” Ciri says at last, tearing a bread bun into two. Geralt nods at her to go on.

“You are in love with Jaskier.”

Thank the crazy scientists of the past for gifting witchers close to perfect control of their bodies.

Geralt too reaches for a bread bun and tears into it, only to keep himself focused on anything else but what the little brat princess just said.

“That wasn’t a question.” He remarks, attempting to play it off. But no such luck.

“So you agree it’s a fact.” Ciri says, a victorious smile playing on her lips.

Geralt is just about to disagree with her, as the doors to the main hall swings open and the bard himself walks in.

“Oh, that's where I left my cloak!” He says to no one in particular, saunters over to it, and swiftly drapes it over his shoulders. “It is dreadfully cold this morning, don’t you think?”

Jaskier sits down next to Geralt and reaches for the jug of watered down ale.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Jaskier asks when neither Ciri nor Geralt picks up conversation.

“You look fine.” Geralt mutters, finishing his egg in one bite.

Ciri just keeps smiling her sneaky little smile, that only grows wider when Geralt rolls his eyes and thumbs away a smear of ink on his chin.

“I have another question….”

#of course you do cub #rip him to shreds #with love #geraskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier the bard #cirilla of cintra #kaer morhen #dapanda writes #who needs sleep i need words #thank you for the ask anon it was much sweet and much kind #sparked much joy #jaskier x geralt

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gatorlovebot · 5 months

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Finally getting my brainworms out about Simon being jealous of you interacting with any real dogs. It’s been fermenting in my brain because I feel like I can’t do this delicious concept enough justice but I /need/ to speak on it.

It starts small: you and Simon relaxing on the couch, him in his puppy-space and his head in your lap as you slowly run your hands through his hair and watch TV. A small puppy comes on screen with it’s little kid owner, playing together, and you off-handed mention “Oh cute”. Whether you meant the dog or the scene of the two didn’t fully matter, because Simon tenses for a second before nuzzling further into your space and looking up at you with big brown eyes that are somehow both petulant and begging at the same time. You, who didn’t even notice you had something, immediately begin to coo at your most precious boy, telling him how adorable he is and how ‘those big brown eyes are the prettiest things I’ve ever seen, I just want to kiss you all over every time I see them <3’. Simon is basically a purring cat, basking in the love, and almost consciously pushes the gross feeling he got at the thought of you liking another dog out of his memory.

The next time something happens, it’s harder for Simon to ignore, though you are still unable to pick up on it. He’s in his head space again, and you both are looking out the window. It’s a rare sunny day, and Simon wants to bask in the sunshine (and scare away any of the little woodland creatures that may dare come near the window 😤). You are just reading next to him, occasionally scratching at his head, or press a kiss to his head, making him wiggle his butt a bit as he keeps his attention outside. However, the peaceful feelings that Simon has is broken when he sees a dog being walked outside. It’s not doing anything wrong, isn’t even on the same side of the street as Simon’s apartment, but Simon is instantly a little put off by seeing the dog (not angry or jealous yet, not anything that he would even label as a negative emotion, he’s just aware of the dog). When you look up to see what got your pup’s attention, you notice the dog and say absent-mindedly, “Oh, a dog? I didn’t realize any of the people around here had one”. You didn’t even comment on the dog really, but Simon is instantly a bit growly (he’s hiding his pouting behind the growls), and starts to drag you away from the window as he glares at the dog (who doesn’t even know the two of you exist, or that it now has a human-pup that hates it’s entire bloodline). It takes hours of soft coos and cuddles and loving to get Simon out of his jealous pouting, though to you it just seems like he suddenly got really cuddly and wanted to go to the bed. But Simon cannot lie to himself, at least once he comes out of headspace.

And when he is out of headspace from that session, and able to think of just how jealous and angry he got with the other dog? The one you didn’t even interact with or compliment? He’s overcome with shame and also is just asking himself “what the fuck?”. He’s fine with being territorial or possessive, most military men are, and adding in everything that he has been through? It’d be weirder to him if he wasn’t. But this wasn’t just being territorial or possessive. This was him getting jealous that you noticed another dog- wait, fuck, no, not another. He’s not actually a dog. He might go into puppy space, you might treat him like a dog, and the both of you may love it, but he isn’t actually a dog so he can’t use the word “another”. He decides to bench that thought process for now, so he can focus on why the fuck he got so jealous at you noticing another dog. It’s not like a real dog would stop the two of you from this dynamic, or stop you two from being together or loving each other. Besides, a dog can’t love you like Simon can, can’t know everything about you, protect you as well as he can, not to mention that Simon fucks you! It’s probably a one time thing (He pointedly ignores the fact that he got upset when you mentioned another dog as cute on the TV before this incident), he’ll be fine.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t a one time thing, and he was only mostly fine.

You take such good care of him and love him so well, it is impossible for him to stay upset too long, especially because it only happens when he is in puppy-space, and you never are actually around other dogs when he is in puppy-space. But then it happens when he is outside his headspace. And he knows he’s fucked. Whether it’s because he has gone completely crazy and needs to be put down, or because he has to have a conversation with you that will feel awkward, he hasn’t decided yet. A part of his pride (and his shame) is telling him the ‘put down’ approach may be preferable.

But what caused this realization of how fucked he is? He had been gone for ages on a mission, and it’s been so long since he’s even been able to hear your voice, let alone touch you or go into puppy-space. He’s desperate to get home, make a nest in the bed with your dirty shirts and panties, have you put his collar on, and then sleep cuddled up together in the nest, where he may hump against you every so often, depending on if his dick got the memo of how tired the rest of him is. So imagine his surprise when you are on the tarmac waiting for him! His love, here! He can see you already! You’re so pretty and you came to pick him up! He is trying really hard to keep his butt from wagging (it only sorta works, but it can be played off as him just being antsy to see you). However, that excitement is slightly dampened when he sees you kneel down to start petting one of the K-9 units near you. He can see both your hands in the neck fluff of the pup, can see your lips are slightly more pursed out and that they are moving in your more baby-talking voice, and suddenly he is so desperate to get you away, to lock you up in a room with only him to hear your cooing words, where he is the only dog you will ever see, ever love. He’s borderline shoving his way off the craft, ignoring everything and everyone to get to you, there so quickly you didn’t even have time to notice him coming so you’re still kneeling petting the dog, and you smile up at him like nothing is wrong even though your petting a dog right in front of him (Simon is mentally hanging up the “welcome home, CHEATER” sign). He immediately pulls you up and into his arms, burying his face in your neck, using the friction to pull up his mask a bit so he can bite at you, and tugging at your permanent bracelet. You’re quick to pick up what is happening, and start to mutter close to his ear, where only he can hear it because you don’t want to expose his secret but can’t leave him in this nebulous headspace or with his jealousy. “It’s ok, baby, you’re still the only puppy for me. My favorite boy, my favorite puppy, the only one for me. No other puppy could ever protect me or love me as much as you. I don’t ever need to even look at another puppy when I have my Simon, huh? It was so unfair of me to give another dog attention when I was here to pick up my perfect boy after missing him for so long. I’m sorry, baby boy. I’ve missed you, and I love you more than anything and anyone in this entire universe, ok baby? I love you, I love you so much and you are the only one for me, for the rest of this life and for whatever comes after”

It got kinda long and idk if I did it justice, but I don’t think it will even fully send so I will end it here for now! Much love and smooches!!!

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omg anon thank you i feel so blessed <3

“This was him getting jealous over another dog, wait, fuck, no, not another.” anon, you’re brain. i’m kissing it. simon freudian slip riley!!! i literally gasped at that dude it’s so good. drives me crazy that he, in the waaaaay back of his mind, does really see himself as a dog.

you picking him after a mission omg i love, i’ve never thought about that concept before and now i’ll never stop thinking about it. welcome home cheater…this jealous, bitter bitch. and he’s just like, “she picked another dog over me >:(“ and in that moment his jealousy is an unstoppable force. until he completely deflates in your arms and whimpers against your skin as you reassure him of his place in your life, being your special boy.

#🐶 anon #smiled soooo big when i saw this!!#every day my 🐶 anon sends me some brain worms is a good day

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vanoincidence · 2 months

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Pointed Conversations || Van & Cass

TIMING: current. LOCATION: regan's apartment. PARTIES: @magmahearts & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: van and cass hang out! CONTENT: none!

Van flipped through a few pages of the comic book she held in her hands, tilting her head to the side. “Why do they always draw the boobs so pointy? It’s weird.” She knew why. Sexism, or something. Van looked over at Cass with a small smile, the plethora of snacks spilled out on Regan’s coffee table. Thea was at work, so it was just the two of them. “You stole this, right? The pointy boobs lady, I mean.” She closed the comic and set it onto the table, still respecting that it might hold sentimental value for Cass. “I don’t think it’s worth spending your money on, so if you did, I think you should go and get a refund.” Things had been… weird, to say the least. Between Regan practically pawning off her apartment after deciding she was going to go back to Ireland, to finally accepting that she did in fact have magic, she hadn’t been able to focus on anything else, much less anyone else. She wanted to pay attention to Cass, so she cut those thoughts and looked at her friend with a smile.

—

“Most of them aren’t super great at anatomy,” Cass replied, a little absently. She’d been doing most things absently lately. Ever since Alex left (not because of you, everyone said, but what did it matter? Even if Alex hadn’t left because of Cass, she hadn’t been enough to stay for, either.), she’d found it harder and harder to interact with the world in a cheerful manner. She used to be better at at least faking happy, but… It seemed like such an impossible feat these days. Cass had never met a mountain she couldn’t climb, being an oread or all, but this was what she imagined it would have felt like. Like even if she got to the top, she’d trip and fall all the way to the bottom again. She glanced back to Van, trying hard to keep herself present in the moment. She was here, in her friend’s apartment. There were comics strewn on the table. There were dead mice in the freezer that she was trying not to ask about, because she understood the Regan of it all. There was an ache in her chest, but when wasn’t there? All she seemed to do was ache, these days. “I stole it,” she confirmed. “But I buy some sometimes, too. There’s a comic shop here in town, and the person who owns it is really nice, so I don’t mind buying from her. Not this one, though. I stole this one from an old guy’s house.”

—

“You’re right, I don’t think that… anybody who draws women like this has like, ever actually seen one.” Van closed the comic and put it to the side, cupping her hands beneath her chin to look her friend over. She wasn’t the best friend a person could have– she was regularly anxious, always distracted by her own woes, but it was a new year! She could be somebody else, and she wanted to be somebody else. Desperately. As Cass confirmed that this specific comic was stolen, she nodded. “Good, I’m glad you did the great deed of theft.” She slapped her hand over the pointy boobed woman and got up from where she sat at the table. “Do you want anything to drink? Red bull, water– I think the orange juice might be Thea’s…” She opened up the fridge and peered inside, frowning at the leftovers that were beginning to grow more and more dull with every day. “Hey, I bet we could order something…? I have some money since I haven’t been paying rent and stuff. If you want.” She hung off the fridge door as she looked at Cass.

—

Cass managed a small laugh at that. “Probably not.” Most comic book artists were, like, stereotypical nerds, weren’t they? The kind people shoved into lockers in movies, who didn’t talk to girls because they were afraid of them. It was kind of nice to focus on the novelty of that instead of the ache in her chest, and Van was always good at that. When she was with Van, she got to think about things other than what was wrong with her. She got to imagine a world where she was less of a mess, less of a terrible thing that everyone always left in the end. With Van, Cass got to be a support system, and that was a good thing, wasn’t it? That meant Van wouldn’t want to leave her. Not for a while, anyway. Not until she found someone who could support her better. She watched her friend slap the comic’s cover, nodded a little. “He probably didn’t even appreciate the story,” she added, because despite the pointy-boobed art, this comic did have a good story. That seemed a common sacrifice in comics; you got good art, or you got a good story. You rarely got both. Cass turned her head, watching as Van got up to cross the room. “Red Bull sounds good,” she agreed, even though she didn’t really like Red Bull. Van liked Red Bull, and Van would be more likely to like someone who liked the same things she liked. Right? “We should totally order food, too. What are you in the mood for? I could eat whatever.”

—

“I don’t think so either.” She frowned, thinking about the story and how it meant more to her than the art. She wasn’t sure how the art had gotten approved, or if he was some senior artist who had tenure and that meant something more. It pissed Van off, despite not really knowing the reason. “Maybe…” Van considered their options, pulling two red bulls from the back of the fridge. She took her seat back across from Cass and slid one of them over, lips quirked to the side, gaze settling on her friends face as she tried to pull from the options that suddenly disappeared from her mind. Finally, Van perked up as she popped the tab of her red bull, “what about thai food? I think a new place opened up, and I’ve heard their curry is like, really good.” She took a sip of the drink and felt the bubbles ease down her throat– a familiar and comforting feeling. “Oh, we could get papaya salad, too!”

—

To Cass, the story of a comic was always more important than the art. She knew opinions on that sort of thing varied from person to person — she’d known people who would tolerate an awful story for good art the same way she’d cope with awful art for a good story — but she’d always been firm in her opinion. The story was what mattered. It wasn’t important what it looked like. She wondered if Van felt the same, watched the way she looked at the art before she went to fetch the drinks. Would Van accept a bad story if it was pretty? Cass took the can that was offered to her, popping it open and taking a sip. She pretended to like the taste more than she did. “Thai food sounds great! I love curry.” It was true, though she would have said it even if it weren’t. “What’s the number? I can call them!”

—

Van shrugged, pushing her phone over to Cass after opening up to their website. If Cass were willing to make the call, then Van wouldn’t refuse. She wasn’t particularly fond of making phone calls, much less when it came to things like ordering food– she always fell over her own words. It was why she had so much patience for people who came into Sly Slice, even if they only had four different kinds of pizzas. Usually, most of her time was spent explaining why they only had a few options instead of trying to get down the exact order. “Ummm, I pulled up their page. You should be able to just tap it!” She leaned back in her chair and took a sip of the red bull, watching as her friend took on the great task of ordering their food. Her stomach rumbled at the thought of the curry and the papaya salad. Van leaned forward, “you should ask for thai iced tea, too– two of them.” She had lactaid prepared, she would be fine.

—

Cass took Van’s phone as it was offered to her, browsing the menu for a moment just to see what all they had to offer. The photos on the page looked good, and she hummed quietly to herself. Hearing Van’s stomach growl, she let out a little laugh. “I guess we should hurry,” she grinned, tapping the number on the page. The phone was already ringing when Van made the request for tea, and Cass nodded dutifully. Once the line was picked up, she carefully ordered, tacking the two thai iced teas on the end and flashing Van a thumbs up as she did so. She hung up the phone when the task was done, handing it back over to Van. “They said about thirty minutes,” she said. “What do you wanna do while we wait?”

—

Van grinned at Cass once the order was complete, taking her phone and making sure to switch it off of do not disturb so that she wouldn’t miss a phone call if they got one. Normally, she might go and pick it up, but it was cold and her car was still… not great, so it was easier to get it delivered, even if it meant paying more. “Hm…” Van looked around, then down at her red bull. “That’s a really good question. I still don’t have a lot of stuff here, and I don’t think we have any cards.” She frowned before getting up from her chair, retreating to the living area where she and Thea had pretty much taken over. She rifled through some of the items on the coffee table before returning to Cass, unearthing the etch-a-sketch she had bought in the grocery store line. “We could um, draw something with this, maybe?” She began to squiggle around, frowning as the small wheel came off with the force. “This thing was like, really cheap, anyway.” Slightly embarrassed, she put it to the side. “We could… talk?” Van didn’t normally suggest that– it meant showing things that were wrong, half the time, but Cass looked like she could use somebody who could listen. “About whatever– pointy boobs, rocks, our lives?”

—

Food delivery was a marvel that Cass wasn’t sure she’d ever quite get used to. The idea that she could sit here in Van’s borrowed apartment and wait for a stranger to bring her food to her with no promise binds or thank yous was a pretty marvelous thing, really. But, of course, it did… leave them with not a lot to do. If they’d had to go pick up the food, at least they’d have a ‘mission’ in mind. Instead, they were stuck waiting. But, of course, Cass didn’t mind it much. She had a friend to wait with, and that was all that she’d ever really wanted. She watched Van rummage through the room with a look of mild interest, eyes widening a little at the etch-a-sketch. She’d never actually seen one in person before save for on the shelf at the store. “Whoa,” she said, marveling at the toy. “That’s cool! Maybe we could… draw and talk. At the same time?” It made the talking easier when she had something to do with her hands. She suspected the same might be true for Van, too.

—

“I don’t think there’s any glue to fix it.” She tried to press the wheel back onto it, but it came off easily as she spun it around. The metal part that was sticking out was hard to grip, but Van did her best to twist them around so that the line appeared across the grey background. “It’s… sort of working.” She slid the etch-a-sketch over to Cass with a smile, pulling her knees up to her chest as she leaned into the chair back. “You…” She squinted, trying to think of how to phrase her question, “how well do you know Dr. Kavanagh? Do you like, know her life plans and stuff? Or…?” She wasn’t sure who knew who, it always surprised her who was close, or who considered each other enemies of the state.

—

“I could melt it back on…” But she wasn’t sure she’d be able to do it in a way that actually allowed it to remain operational. Magma was so much better at destruction than it was at repair, and Cass didn’t want to break Van’s etch-a-sketch. If it worked a little now, that was better than it not working at all. Cass took it carefully, picking it up and fiddling with the controls. The thin line grew longer, twisting and turning as she moved the dials. There was no real direction to her attempts. Mostly, she was just mesmerized by the movement of it. “I don’t know her super well, but… She helped me out a little while back, when I was hurt.” Her mouth felt dry at the mention, the memory of laying on the table in Dr. Kavanagh’s morgue still a terrifying one even now, but she shook it away. “I know about her plans, yeah. She’s moving to Ireland, or whatever. I think it’s stupid. She should stay.” But no one ever stayed, did they?

—

“I don’t know if I have a lighter anywhere.” Maybe a match? Even then, probably not. Everything that was usable was at her house, not Regan’s apartment. It was bare bones here, and Van didn’t actually mind too much. As she listened to Cass explain her connection to Regan, she nodded slowly. “Right, when you were hurt.” She wasn’t sure how it had happened, but it seemed like Cass was fine now. Her own scar ached with the intensity of their fight with Debbie, but those were just phantom pains, weren’t they? “Right? I think it’s stupid, too. Her grandma seems like, really bad. I don’t know why you’d willingly go move to a grandma who is bad.” She shrugged as if it were the most simple thing in the world. “I don’t think she’s going to listen to anyone, though.” She closed her hands around the can of red bull and moved it from side to side. “She said I can stay here though, and I think that was nice of her.”

—

“Oh, I mean, I don’t need a lighter.” Van had seen her melt things before, hadn’t she? Cass tried not to think about the supermarket, about how she’d helped tend to everyone’s injuries after Debbie was… gone by heating up the metal to cauterize their wounds. Maybe Van didn’t want the reminder, though, so Cass didn’t push. She’d rather not talk about that supermarket, anyway. “Yeah. Back in, um… October, I think.” She looked down at her hands, throat feeling tight. Rhett, Debbie, the man who’d shot Alex… this town was full of people who left bad memories in their wake, wasn’t it? People who set out to do nothing but hurt. Cass ached with the thought of them. “I don’t know,” she replied, looking back up at Van with a small shrug. “It’s her family, right? Family is important.” If she’d had any family, she thought she could have looked past the bad parts, too. She thought she’d do anything just for the feel of it. “That is really nice of her, to let you stay. Do you have to keep paying rent in bones? How will you get her the bones in Ireland? Like, did she give you her new address?”

—

“Oh, okay.” Van decided to drop it. She could melt things, but it’d become putty, and it wasn’t like she could actually control that. Cass had already seen her in action when it came down to it, and she wasn’t exactly keen on gearing up her anxiety for a display of show and tell. “October is supposed to be the best month.” Her mouth tasted like acid as she said it, because was there really any best month now? Her view of the world had been shattered more than once. “I guess so…” It was clear that she hadn’t been important to her family– her grandma had left without a second look back, and though maybe it’d been her fault all things considered, she couldn’t help but feel like she didn’t totally understand the desire to give into a family’s wish. “Um– no, no bones, I don’t think.” Van laughed softly, indenting her red bull with her index finger. “I don’t think there’s a new address or anything? I need to ask her still.” She worried her bottom lip with her teeth and shrugged, “but I guess she’ll tell me before she leaves. That’s what usually happens– the rules come at the last second, right?”

—

Cass lifted her shoulder and dropped it in a quiet, listless shrug. She used to think October was the best month, too — as much as any month could be. But she had a feeling every October from now on would do little more than stir up unpleasant memories of a hand at her throat and a blade sinking into her skin. Even the happier parts of the experience that happened afterwards — telling Alex she loved her, hearing it said back — seemed tainted now that Alex was gone. But what month had good memories anymore? There were ghosts on every page of the calendar now. Her friends got hurt, people died, terrible things happened over and over and over again like clockwork. Maybe all you could do was celebrate what you could and ignore the rest. Because there were things to celebrate. Things like Van’s apartment that she’d apparently be living in rent free when Regan left for Ireland. “That’s cool that she’ll let you stay here without rent, then! If she does make rules at the last second, I don’t think it’ll matter much. She’d have to come back to, like, make you follow them.” And Regan had made it pretty clear that she had no plans of coming back, so… Either Van got to live rule-free, or they got Regan back in town. Wasn’t that a win/win?

—

“Yeah! It’s really um, cool of her…” She looked around them, a small frown pinching at the corners of her lips. She did feel a little guilty, and really, Van was wondering when the rug would be pulled out from beneath her. It always seemed to happen, one way or another. She was exhausted by the mere idea of having to go back to her house. Her house, with its stupid memories and its stupid creaking ceilings. At least Regan’s apartment consistently had hot water, and at least the light bulbs stayed good for a few months– her ceiling fans rattled too much, rendering the bulbs useless within a month of installation.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true, too.” She would follow them anyway out of fear that Regan would somehow know. Van’s hands lay in her lap, now gnarled together, thumbs pressing into opposing thumb. “You can come and stay here, if you want– I know that you didn’t… want to go back to your cave and stuff.” She still wasn’t sure what had happened, and wasn’t sure she wanted to know, because then she might start having nightmares about Cass getting hurt again. She’d already seen the girl’s blood spilt once, she didn’t want to have to see it again, even if it was her brain’s own reenactment of what had happened.

—

“Definitely cool,” Cass agreed quickly. But… she couldn’t help but wonder what the price on the apartment might be. As much as she loved people, she knew that no one ever really did anything for free. Not even Dr. Kavanagh, who was nice and kind and a lot squishier than she pretended to be. She thought of Kuma, of how Cass had only been allowed to live with her until she’d been deemed too scary to belong. If Dr. Kavanagh knew about Van’s melting thing, would she kick her out, too? It was hard to say, hard to know.

But it still remained true that, even if Regan did want Van to leave, she’d have to come back to Wicked’s Rest in order to ensure she actually did. Would she do that? Cass wasn’t sure. She’d been pretty insistent, after all, that her departure would be forever. Cass looked down at the etch-a-sketch as Van spoke, twisting the dials and watching that line grow longer and longer and longer until it reached the edge and had nowhere else to go. “That’s okay,” she said quietly. “I’ve been hanging out at Ariadne’s a lot since Alex…” She trailed off, lump in her throat. She kept twisting the etch-a-sketch’s dials, even if that thin gray line had no more room to move. Her fingers trembled a little, and she ignored them, picking up the etch-a-sketch and giving it a shake, and then another and another until the line disappeared completely. She forced a smile, then held the toy out to Van. “It’s nice of you to offer, though. I really appreciate that.”

—

Van looked down at her hands as she continued to indent the half-empty can of red bull, thumbs pushing against the branded logo. “Yeah…” She didn’t know why Alex had left, as she wasn’t all that close with her to begin with, but she knew that Cass had really liked her, and the harm her departure had done was written all over her friend’s face. Van understood why people left, even if she didn’t really like it. Sometimes that was just the way things went, so who was she to judge? As somebody who’d only ever been in one relationship that’d ended beyond badly, she wasn’t really sure what to say. She scooted her can across the table, perking up as a knock came at the door. “That was so quick.”

She was a little grateful for both the distraction and the comfort the food would bring. After pushing a wad of mixed bills into the delivery driver’s hand to cover both the tab and the tip, she closed the door with her foot before heading back over to Cass, arms full of the food they’d gorge themselves on. Van set everything down, tearing open the paper bags. “It smells so good.” She smiled at her friend, hopeful that this would serve as a reminder that she wasn’t alone. “Let’s eat!”

#para: pointed conversations #para: cass #wickedswriting #//i love cass and bex

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⊰ CLOSED STARTER @hoovedrycal ft. JIM & REGULUS ⊱

➫ KIRK had always felt the stars in his bones, he was MEANT for space. Most people had told him it was all because of his father, the Great George Kirk, best Starfleet captain since Archer, so of course he would have greatness in him. But, most people didn’t know his father, most people understood the ideal version of him, but to his sons, he was the absent father. The guy who always called home instead of being there and made a mother so miserable she dived head deep into her own work to avoid feeling his absence. His father had passed away some time ago, but his shadow was ever looming, and Jim felt the dawning realization that he desperately wanted to be different than him. Sammy had chosen the sciences as a way to remove himself from his father's memory. Jim decided to embrace the path laid out for him, by creating his own command style, a fact which his older brother would NEVER understand, no matter how many times they talked about it.

Why he was reminiscing about his family in the lift ride to his security team, he couldn't be sure. Maybe because every time he came to the armory, he was reminded of his turbulent academy days, having to prove himself and live up to everyone's expectations of him. It gave him a tinge of a jolt once the lift landed, which he made a mental note about before stepping into the pristine corridor lined with phase rifles and pistols of every shape and size. He was there to meet someone, Regulus Cervius, the head of his current security team. They had known each other for a bit, Kirk had insisted upon it, since the guy would essentially be protecting him on most away missions, since his captain also insisted on leading said missions. "Reg! Hey, man, are you in here?! I wanted to go over the schedule and details for the next planet we're visiting..." Dark browns caught on a new rifle, immediately losing his focus on the task at hand and moving to the locker that held the beauty. "Whoa."

#hoovedrycal #☆: jim kirk #the neon sign is off; closed #his weakness: shiny toys

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thistleandthorn-rpg · 6 months

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Name: Forsythe Pendleton “Jughead” Jones III Designation: Switch but Jughead will say he’s a Dom Age: 26 Birthdate: November 26th 1996 Faceclaim: Cole Sprouse Orientation: Pansexual Kinks: He’s fairly open-minded but refuses to touch anything in the anti-kinks Anti-Kinks: Scat, watersports, age play

Key Points:

Intelligence

Untrusting

Problem with authority, or at least those that demand respect without earning it

Doesn’t let anyone get too close

BIO

Forsythe Jones, or Jughead as he’ll introduce himself was born into the Jones family to, more or less, a single father. Yes, he had a mother, he knew his mother, but Jughead stopped considering the women who gave birth to him or his sister as anything more than an egg donor by the time he reached doubled digits. At this point, as far as Jug is concerned, the only family he has is his father and his sister.

Growing up, even with an absent mother that only seemed to wander in when she wanted something, Jughead remained decently level-headed, all things concerned. Most likely thanks to the fact he’d escape into books or his writing and his sister, because even though they were only minutes apart they still seemed to settle into their roles with her as the big sister protector and him as the baby of the family and at the end of the day he could trust her to take care of him if he needed her. Which might also explain why there is nobody Jughead trusts more. They might not always see eye-to-eye, but Jug won’t hesitate to protect her regardless of the consequences and he knows that she would do the same for him.

Jughead has mixed feelings about his label as a Switch and is very much determined to keep it to himself as he can. He’ll never admit it out loud but he knows it’s fitting for him and a part of him is aware he could fit into both a Dominant or submissive role if he wanted to. He’s blunt, confident, forward, and determined and he’s aware those are very much traits that scream submissive. At the same time, he also likes to be praised and he takes pride in making people proud of him– especially his father and his sister, and that could definitely lean him in the direction of a submissive.

Unfortunately, after watching his mother come and go and essentially use his father, and Jughead has seen submissives get taken advantage over, he refuses to acknowledge that side of himself. As far as he’s concerned it doesn’t exist and he’ll never submit to anyone, and if he had his way nobody would be aware of his true mark.

He spent some time traveling, wanting to see the world, and even focus on his writing as he dabbled here and there when he found someone that caught his attention, but he’s found himself missing JB and their father and decided that since their birthday was coming up he would surprise her by joining her at Stonewall Prep. There’s also the fact Jug is also aware that as much as he ignores his real mark, the day he turns thirty it won’t matter if he’s been acting as a Dominant or not, he’ll still legally be a Switch and end up at the auction.

BIO QUESTIONS:

What are your feelings about the mark you have received? - My mark is what it is. It allows me to decide what I want to do and when I want to do it.

How do your feelings on the system compare to your parents’ feelings on it? - The system exists and we all have to deal with it. I feel there’s potential for it to do good but that also means it has potential to become an absolute shit show.

Where do you see yourself after you graduate? - That’s a great question. I’d hope I would still be writing, maybe even working on a book or having one published. I’d also hope not to be too far from JB and the old man, but I’m not able to see the future so I guess we’ll find out.

How do you feel about authority? - I mean it exists and has some benefits. If you’re asking me if I respect authority then that’s something completely different. I respect those that earn it and deserve it and right now the only people who qualify for that are my sister and my father. I don’t care if you’re a Dominant, Switch, submissive or even a slave. You want my respect? Earn it and don’t be an asshole for no reason. If you bite me, I do bite back.

#riverdale rp #smut rp #kinky rp #d/s rp #tumblr rp #active rp #taken #student bio taken #student bio #jughead jones

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solartape · 1 year

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Fainting in school has its benefits.

Monday . 9:34 - Inazuman History

Monday the worst day of the week and the most strict teacher of the school is in my class room, great just great

"Ma'am Kujou may I excuse myself?" you just had to skip this class, you could not take being humiliated by Sara again, "Last or else" you quickly nod and excuse yourself from the clutches of Sara, "Phew finally escaped that witch's class" you go to the library for some quiet since you were feeling sleeping, you didn't really care about getting in trouble you need sleep now.

You saw your librarian is out but the door was open, you let yourself in and notice a little dim light near some bookshelves, you decide to approach just thinking someone left their light on but when you turned the corner you saw a very tired Kazuha, "Tomo is that you?" you giggling "Do i really look like your weird crackhead best friend?" he rubs his eyes and yawns "Ah sorry [Name] I am a bit out of it" you sit beside him and look at the dozens of books and papers "Did you break in here or something?" you ask since no one was here except him "No Ayato had requested our librarian if I can borrow the keys since I had a huge test to do and the Yashiro Commission had a huge event yesterday I couldn't study" he yawns again "Have you not slept?" his eyes seem to close slowly but he shakes his head "No I have not sadly" you felt bad just from the sight of his tired figure "Well what time is your test?" he checks his phone for the time "10:40 I still got time" you move closer to him "yeah enough time to sleep, I'll wake you up promise" he looks surprise but he had no energy to argue with you so he nods and leans on your shoulder, you stiffen up and blush a little, your relationship with Kazuha was always study buddies but recently he's been inviting you to as a fake date in Yashiro events since the elders have been nagging him, he was always sweet and polite so you can't get your head wrapped around why he doesn't have a lover yet, well he has received confessions before but from what you've heard most of them got rejected, you stare at him for a while feeling like you've seen some human dove.

You check his phone and it seems like it's time for him to wake up, you gently tap his thigh a few times to wake him since you remember Tomo telling you Kazuha was always a light sleeper, he stretches and rubs his eyes, "Thank you [Name] I really appreciate you doing this for me, I will be going now I'll see you later" he takes his phone, his bag and a few books and papers, he waves you goodbye with a sweet smile which now leaves you alone to walk to detention, before you go you fix up Kazuha's books and papers and leave him a note "I hope you passed zu!" you start walking to detention with your backpack slumped over your shoulder, Sara just Finished her class and walks up to you "[Name]-' you walk past her "Yeah I know I'm on my way to detention you don't have to tell me" she looked furious but she didn't argue further.

You take your seat and notice your detention buddy Tomo was absent, you didn't really ponder further and pull your phone out to entertain yourself, you look at the time and see you've served your time and decide to walk around campus but as you passed Kazuha's classroom you stiffen as you hear someone scream his name, your feet lead you to the door and your hands move by itself by swinging the door open, You see Kazuha passed out on the floor and Gorou beside him "{Name]!" you quickly go to his side and ask what happened "He Started to have a nose bleed and passed out I can't carry him" You look to see Ayaka, Ayato and Thoma were there too, No one in here can carry him since Tomo didn't come in and it registered to you this was a special type class with only the Yashiros, You snap out of your head and swiftly carry him on your back and run outside to the Infirmary, you didn't look back and just focus on getting him there now and fast, you quickly push the door open, Kokomi gets a bit startled but notices the situation seeing Kazuha's nose bleed and passed out with your worried and sweaty face, she does a quick check on Kazuha and tells you to watch over him cause there will be a high chance he will vomit when he wakes up since it looks like he hasn't eaten for hours and she instructed you to give him water when he wakes up since he may feel dizzy, you nod and Gorou comes in and gives you your stuff before you forget, The Kamisato siblings thank you for taking care of him and Thoma gave you the lunch he was suppose to give Kazuha, after they leave you decide to lay on the other bed to read the manga's you bought yesterday.

Monday . 1:40 - Infirmary

Its been a few hours and he still hasn't woken up but Kokomi has reassured you he will wake up and not to worry, you get up and sit right next to his bed and admire him for a bit while he is asleep, his hair looks really pretty plus its really soft too, you push a strand of hair off his face, so many thoughts were circling your head as you go closer to his face you give him a light kiss on his lips jumping back in the process, turning red and covering your face then heard him move so you quickly prepare his food and water trying to calm down, he wakes up and groans "urgh...Tomo?" "Do I really look like him?" he blinks a few times and sits up, "Here some water and some onigiri you better eat it" he grabs the water first and takes the small lunch box of onigiri, "Did you kiss me?" you stiffen while preparing his meds, "Um...maybe?" He chuckles and stands up to hug you from behind, your heart was beating so fast and he heard it, "Thank you for taking care of me" he holds your hand and twirls you around for you to face him, how romantic. Kazuha leans closer to you "You know I've been waiting to get sick in school so you could take care of me" He gives you a quick peck on the lip but you pull him back into a longer one despite your heart racing near having a heart attack, you pull away and put your head on his shoulder "I accept kisses for payment" He giggles and hugs you "Well call me the richest guy you'll ever meet".

repost from my ao3 acc cause i wanted to anyways ill make more scara fics dw

art creds: Yai_Sea_Ball on Twitter

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#kazuha x gender neutral reader #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin au

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thefandomenchantress · 7 months

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DRDT Mean Girls AU

So a while back I saw some posts about DRDT Heathers AU, and I was like ‘woah! I have so many AUs like this one where I assign DRDT characters to roles in my favorite media, I should make a post about one of them!’.

Then I forgot.

But I remembered after listening to some of Mean Girls The Musical yesterday, so I’m finally doing it. Speaking of the musical, I’ve listened to many of songs from that a dozen times, and seen the movie exactly one time. So characterization will probably be based a bit more on the musical than the movie. Anyways, let’s get started!

Cady Heron: I’ll be honest, since Cady is arguably the least eccentric of the Mean Girls cast, and her main role in the story is changing her personality based on what other people want her to be without too much focus shown to her true personality for a large chunk of the film/musical, I had trouble figuring out which character I should put here. Eventually, I settled on Teruko. Along with being the main character of DRDT, it’s also confirmed that she spent at least some of her life living in Japan, so I figured we could swap the ‘moving from Africa’ plot line to ‘moving from Japan’ since most of the Africa stuff doesn’t impact the plot too much, besides Cady’s inner monologues, which don’t effect the physical world. And I know Teruko would need to be good at math in order for the plot to work, which she probably isn’t since she’s been on the run and stuff, but just pretend she, by some miracle, got really good at math for some reason.

Regina George: I was kinda stuck between David and Arei on this one, but decided to go Arei in the end. Since it’s been stated she was a high school bully, her being the high school bully in this AU just kinda makes sense. Unlike in Miss George in the movie, I think her parents would be rather absent, which is why she wants all the positive attention at school that comes with being popular. Plus, in the musical Regina gets a small scene where it basically shows she’s starting a redemption arc after the whole bus incident, so Arei can get better, just like in DRDT.

Gretchen Weiners: Ever since it was shown in chapter two that Ace has the habit of eavesdropping and overall being a bit nosy, I’ve loved shoving him into the Gretchen role, and gossipy roles in general. Plus, Gretchen’s hair is said to be ‘big because it’s full of secrets’ and. You have seen this man’s hair, right? Plus you can swap her wanting to make ‘fetch’ a thing to one of Ace’s strange idioms (go swing your bat into a beehive, petal backwards on your tricycle). Since there’s no killing game, he’d probably fit more into his chapter 1 characterization where he’s slightly less aggressive and more of a ‘kickable scaredy-cat’ in his words, doing anything Arei says (while harboring a fuck-ton of resentment towards her, but being too scared to act on it) until Teruko comes around to ruin their tenuous friendship.

Karen Smith: Arturo. One of thier main character traits is about their looks, Karen being the ‘hot one’ according to her song ‘Sexy’ from the musical. And while Karen is definitely nicer than Arturo, I think you could still make him fit the role, by having him act a bit less air-headed and a bit more condescending than Karen (aka like himself while still filling her role in the story, which is basically just to stop being friends with Regina/Arei). Since Arei is the closest thing to a celebrity they have in the school, because of her popularity and rich parents, he’s decided following her around will be the best option for his school career, especially since it boosts his own reputation. But it’s less so that he wants to be in her posse more like he settled for it, so he’s willing to break it off with her once Teruko starts breaking up the plastics.

Janis Ian/Sarkisian: J Moreno/Rosales, and I’ll be honest. One of the core reasons is because they both dress and act in a less feminine way than their other female classmates. But J also was confirmed to really like Teruko in the Chapter 2 refresher (I’m too lazy to look up the actual name), so her wanting to be friends with Teruko right off the bat makes sense. Janis also seems artistically inclined, inviting Cady to come to an Art Show, so switch that with J wanting Teruko to come to a play she’s doing the effects for, as well as them hanging out in the theatre instead of the art room (I know the musical has them in the art room for a scene, not sure if it’s the same in the movie). The ‘people say J’s a lesbian but she’s not’ plot thread is the only thing that bothers me, since having J be mad about being called a lesbian while there are lesbian relationships in the AU that no one bats an eye at wouldn’t make much sense. But I think you could probably play around with this plot thread a little, maybe J and Arei were friends when they were kids, just like Regina and Janis, but once people started saying J was weird/a loser/insert insult here, Arei threw J under the bus (get it??? cause regina gets hit by a bus??? i’m hilarious i know) to save her own reputation and told everyone that they weren’t even friends anymore. Which obviously hurts J’s feelings and she swears revenge for Arei’s betrayal.

Damian (I couldn’t find his last name): If Damian didn’t exist, I probably would’ve cast Whit as Karen, but Damian does exist so Whit goes here. Damian kinda just goes with the flow in Mean Girls, he doesn’t seem to have any reason to ruin Regina’s life but he helps anyways because he wants to be a good friend. Whit also just kinda goes with whatever he thinks will lead to the least conflict, which in this situation is going along with J’s plan, though he does try to talk her out of it a few times, since he isn’t too keen about the idea of ruining someone’s life. Understandable. But he wants J to be happy, so he follows the plan. Plus he’s one of the few characters to be confirmed to like boys, (along with David and Ace but neither really fit this role).

Aaron Samuels: I ship Minruko so of course I made Min Teruko’s love interest. There’s a scene in the musical where they talk about how Aaron’s hair looks ‘better pushed back’ which made me think of Min’s bangs and how Arei would want her to show off her pretty eyes. Aaron also tutors Cady in Math, which would definitely work for Min, since she’s the Ultimate Student and was helping another student study in her bonus episode. The main reason Regina wants to date Aaron in Mean Girls, other than to make Cady mad or jealous or whatever, is because he’s popular and hot. And Min has got that second thing down so good enough. I’d imagine dating the most popular girl in school would make Min rather popular by association anyway, so I don’t think it’s too big an issue that she’s not a football player that everyone wants to date or whatever.

And that’s it. This AU is…kind of a mess, but I like it. If you have any arguments for why certain drdt characters should be switched around or if any characters not mentioned should be casted, I’d love to hear them! I know making two of the ‘mean girls’ trio boys is a little strange but I thought they fit the roles best. Plus I had fun imagining them gender swapped.

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt spoilers #teruko tawaki #arei nageishi #ace markey #arturo giles #j moreno #j rosales #whit young #min jeung

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roaringwish · 2 years

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Can you do a tutorial on how you draw your art? Please

Sure!!! Thank you for asking!

This demonstration is sponsored by uhhh lumpy Marisa.

First I usually pose a model with MagicPoser. Many times I also use a lot of other references, it depends. When I'm designing I usually need a lot of them (pictured below).

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Step 2 is blocking out a basic body shape (even if most of it will be hidden) and object the character(s) will be interacting with.

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After that I add all elements of the character really roughly. I'm just going for a color scheme and a rough posing at this point.

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After that I usually do color correction. These colors (aside from the skin color) are referenced from Marisa's LoLK portrait, but the hair's color was too close to the skin's so I made that more orange, and since the skin and white colors were too similar I just made them a single color.

The broomstick is more reddish so that it harmonizes better with the rest of the colors as a near-complementer color to blue.

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After that I draw general cleaning up, and adding more details. Most of my lines are done by me drawing a line unsuccesfully and then erasing part of it back and then drawing some more unsuccessful lines and then erasing those back too.

Color placement is based on shadow sometimes but I’m mostly focused on distributing color evenly. There should be no place on a character where a color is entirely absent from.

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The final touches are some more details and effects and patterns. Details tend to lively up my art because there’s a lot for the eyes to feast on.

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By this point I either decide to add analogue printed effects or not. They tend to look better with fewer details, I know Marisa here didn’t look great with them so I ditched that step.

The best thing about this art style is that it’s low effort, which is really good for someone like me who’s generally a low energy (can’t draw much at a time), but impulse driven (when I have an idea I need to draw it IMMEDIATELY) and has imprecise hands and bad depth perception (can’t do details without them looking wrong). This Marisa took 3-4 hours and she was entirely drawn with a mouse.

It’s silhouette-based so I almost never go for "anatomically accurate", I tend to go for what catches the eye more and what "feels right". That's why I draw the head bigger and that's why I tend to make poses that clearly(ish) show what all limbs are doing and that’s also why I put funny shapes and patterns (people tend to focus on details + patterns are fun).

What really matters about it is composition and color-choices, not accuracy and that’s huge for me as someone who tried and failed to pursue hyper-realism and hated every second of it.

#touhou #2hu #marisa kirisame #ask #anon #thank you for giving me an opportunity to talk about my art style it's aaa!!!

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stormxpadme · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 No. 13 - Cold Compress

Scogan Bingo challenge Yoga AU

"What are you doing here?" The stranger was staring at Logan with something that might be either bewilderment or a healthy amount of apprehension at the unannounced visit – telling was once more an unnerving guessing game.

"You ever take these off, bub?" Logan nodded at the guy's red-coated sunglasses half-amused, half-unnerved, and then inside the apartment with his brows raised, ignoring the question for the moment. Mostly because he had no fucking idea about the answer himself. It had been pure instinct, calling off his shift in the wood mill for today to come here instead, and his instincts, he usually could trust. Which the sight of his usually so annoyingly handsome fellow yoga student that was marred by a sicklish paleness and a hunched posture today, proved once more. "Scribbled down your address from the instructor's files when he wasn’t looking. Let me in? You look like shit, no offense."

"It's just headaches." That at least explained why pretty boy hadn’t shown up for class at their usual time of ass o'clock by the lake, Logan supposed. But it couldn’t be the whole truth, not with how absent, dejected the guy sounded this noon, the usual focus entirely off today on every single of those nimble, extremely flexible movements at their common hobby that Logan never got tired of watching from the corner of his eyes, something he found increasingly hard to deny. Indeed, Logan was almost sure his enhanced senses could pick up on a faint note of stale beer when the stranger finally turned away with a shrug but left the door open, obviously trusting Logan wasn’t gonna behead him with one of his tools for work on the back of his truck. Which was courageous, given they'd hardly exchanged a couple of sentences in all these last months so far since pretty boy had showed up at Logan's class for the first time.

It was not for nothing that one of the reasons why Logan preferred the sunrise training was the limited number of attendees and the latter's dislike for empty chattering. In all of this time of indulging in this so surprisingly useful sport, he'd never felt the need to get into closer contact with any of these people in his group, most of them only showing up for a couple of days or weeks before quitting anyway.

Pretty boy was a very welcome exception to the rule, exceedingly easy on the eye and, much like Logan, fitting not a single one of those boxes that most pupils of every yoga guru could be sorted into, ranking somewhere between New Age wannabe witches, bored housewives or stressed managers trying to impress the secretaries they were fucking by engaging in some new trend sport. The man was a mystery Logan had felt more deadset on cracking by the day lately, and it seemed, he'd come at a very good time for starting to do so.

"Need something from that pharmacy across the street?" Worriedly, he watched as the man laid back down on the sofa, on his stomach, and unfolded a cold-pack from the glass table with uncoordinated-looking movements, putting it down on his neck with a hiss.

"Untreatable case. Gave up on drugs when they stopped working for me," the stranger muttered, slightly muffled from where he was burying his face against the next best pillow, and then groaned again.

Logan suddenly had to fight hard – as it happened embarrassingly often in class, as well, watching that stupidly tall, well-built body move in the row right in front of him –, not imagining those noises being some of pleasure instead of pain. Not the right moment, obviously.

"On days like these, only reducing all sensations to zero as well as possible helps. So while I appreciate the sentiment, wolf guy: If you finally decided to get off your ass, to stop staring at mine and ask me out or something, you picked a really shitty time."

Logan was tempted to object in offense for a moment, part of him still fighting the idea alone that something like true interest could actually have manifested in him again, after all of his previous attempts of that kind had ended in tragedy and blood … But whom was he trying to fool? If he hadn’t been intrigued, he wouldn’t be standing here in a disgustingly clean and tidy apartment right now. He usually wasn’t exactly the type for perfectly aligned photos – some with many kids, none of them seemed to be the stranger's own – or hand-crafted models of airplanes draped in precisely measured distance on the ceiling, or for slogan doormats. It was mostly his pride, forbidding him from admitting, he was indeed once more staring at a certain body part of his training partner, looking mighty fine once more in those sinfully tight sweatpants. A mouthwatering sight that at least helped, not stubbornly snapping at some guy whose real name he still didn’t know that he needed to stop being arrogant, that Logan was only trying to be nice here … He wasn’t nice; that didn’t come with his nature. He was caring though when someone was close to him, and that mysterious stranger over there, breathing heavily through what really seemed to be a killer of a headache, for some reason had been hunting his sleep for a while now. It was in fact the first time in a century or so for him to be actually curious, and that didn’t happen a lot, especially not with normal people. "Yeah, we can talk about that when you're seeing straight again," he therefore just answered, friendly enough to make it clear, this was only a rain check on his part as well, not a no. "Anything else you need? Call in sick to your school or something?"

"School …?" The stranger looked up again with a frown, a little moan when he moved his neck, following Logan's gaze at said photos whereupon his face immediately darkened. "I'm no longer teaching. Left our Institute in Westchester when I fucked up at the job really bad last year. I've been doing freelance flying since then, mostly deliveries and tourists," he added, sensing the next question on Logan's lips coming before it could form. "So no, no one to notify anyone, thanks. Stop worrying so much, wolf guy. I'm not dying anytime soon, you know. Just had the shitty idea of drinking to some sad anniversary yesterday. There's reasons I usually don't do that." He lowered his head back down on the pillow with a grimace, reaching for the cold compress again to pull it into place, with an unhappy sigh at the sensation that must be lukewarm more than anything by now, judging by the missing condensation on the bright blue plastic.

"Stay." Logan was there fast enough to stop the guy from trying to get to his feet with a heavy hand on his shoulder. Grabbing the cold-pack, he took a brief look around, soon spotting the sliding door that must be leading to the kitchen. "Got another one of those in the fridge?"

"Top drawer." Pretty boy regarded him with a still very confused headshake but was obviously feeling far too shitty to contemplate Logan's motivations any deeper for the moment. There was a very grateful sigh on his lips when Logan came back with the replacement from the other room, carefully wrapping it about the guy's reddened, sweat-covered neck. Another sigh followed, something like a purr almost mixing into it when Logan left his hand right there, the other one joining, a few cautious, slow massaging movements across the steel wires that seemed to be tensing in those shoulders, inside that thin back. "You're listening better to our instructor than I thought when he's talking about relaxation techniques."

"I'm not," Logan answered truthfully, growing more courageous when he was at least not punched in the dick immediately, mostly relying on muscle memory as he slowly started to knead more of those evil little knots from the stranger's body, especially at the back of his neck. And well, if he was softly stroking through that thick dark hair again and again that he'd silently longed for to touch for a while now, the stranger sure as fuck wasn’t complaining. "Just had a couple of decades of manual labor to learn how to not end up wanting to kill yourself after every second shift."

The stranger turned his head to him again with that intense frown that not even his glasses – which Logan had long realized he needed to stop being an asshole about – could hide, a movement already looking slightly less arduous to Logan's relief. "You don't look like you've been working for decades."

"And you don't look like a full-time pilot or teacher," Logan answered with a wry grin, another closer look at one of the pictures on the wall above the sofa. Images on which he'd spotted by now that many of the pupils depicted sported physical disfigurements and characteristics, some even depicted in the process of using some kind of gifts that Logan, too, had been graced – cursed – with early in his life. Not to mention he was pretty sure he'd run into the leaders of this certain house in Westchester before and had been quick to tell these two assholes where to shove their job offer. His instincts might not have been off about that either, seeing as those people apparently had let this guy here who looked too damn good for this world, walk out the door instead of saving him from drowning in guilt and self-pity about whatever. "Wanna tell me what you're running and hiding from in the middle of bumfuck Canadian nowhere, bub? Or do I get a name at least? No offense, I'm sure our instructor loves that kind of mythology shit but I'm not calling you Cyclops."

"I could ask you the same questions." With a movement light enough to indicate, it wasn’t a rejection, the stranger pushed him away a little to turn around and put that icepack on his forehead next, wincing, another smile on his lips when Logan dimmed down the light in the room even further by closing the shutters another bit.

Getting up for that, looking out to the almost deserted street of a dirty, worn green belt alleyway through the shutters' small slits for a moment, was also a perfect excuse to gather his thoughts, to decide if this was anything he wanted to answer and how. "Not hiding from anyone. I just don't like to make waves. When people find me out, they usually want to shoot or use me. Not hot on either. And the name's Logan."

"Scott. Something you could call ex-military, I guess, and I've been used all my life, so I kind of get it. Not interested in doing any shooting though. Though to be fair, I might consider it if you keep on lusting over my ass at class without buying me dinner at least." Scott demonstratively tapped his glasses with a knuckle so Logan could see it in the window's reflection, that exhausted grin on his lips looking more lively – and increasingly interested – by the minute. "Want to tell me how a feral ends up doing yoga for breakfast?"

"Don't play dumb, kid. Can't tell me you never had any of my kind at your school." Logan rested his forehead against the summer-heated glass, closing his eyes, pushing from his mind as so often far too many memories of corpses, red on his hands, screams of agony in his ears while he always ended up being the last one standing. "Mind like mine needs to be under control if I don't want to lose grip on the animalistic side of my instincts. Meditation every morning is a lot less dreary when you get to stretch a little while you're at it."

"I know a little what that's like. Always needing to be in control, I mean. Looks to me like you've got that part down though." Scott tried to sit up a little, visibly interested in hearing more about what they so unexpectedly shared, but that was a plan too ambitious still; he fell back on the sofa with a yelp. "Fuck …"

"Get some shuteye, Slim. I'll see if I can get you some of the good stuff from that drugstore. They tend to hand it out to me because my metabolism burns through everything else. And once you're back on your feet, we can talk about this whole buying dinner thing." When he passed by that sofa again, Logan bent down for a brief kiss on Scott's cheek without even thinking about it. Fuck, that guy smelled good, too, even in this lousy condition. "Or maybe I'll fuck you stupid first, depends on the mood. Got a key somewhere so you don't need to get up again?"

"You know, most people date first before moving in together," Scott gave back dryly, but the heat suddenly radiating off his skin upon that certain dirty promise made it doubtful, he meant it. "Jacket, left side. Do me a favor and don't steal anything for me? I'd really like to avoid anyone from my old life tracking me down here over a couple of pills."

"No promises." Smirking to himself, Logan closed the apartment door behind him. Well, this would definitely turn out to be a very interesting long weekend.

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#no.13 #Cold Compress #x men #fic #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #x men movies #stormys fanfics #fanfiction #scott summers #cyclops #wolverine #scogan #scott x logan #scoganbingo #I AM WRITING YOGA AU WTF #I BLAME IT ON THE PAINKILLER DRUGS #whumptober really bringing out the weirdest things this year #whumptober2023

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You're A Rich Girl

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: I thought about accidental sugar daddy Eddie & couldn't get it out of my head once it was there. I hope you guys don't mind a swift little change in pace! Word Count: ~8K Warnings: There’s a tiny bit of smut in here, but it’s me writing, so when is that not the case? Other than that, it’s pretty tame! Summary:

After an unfortunate mishap with a childhood friend leads to a silent but cutting fight with his father, Steve cuts his loses and heads to the city with Robin in tow. It's there that Steve meets Eddie Munson, who is older and mysterious and too adorable for his own good. While their relationship develops, concerns and what seems like envy come into play. Read to find out what happens when the look of their relationship from the outside is brought up. When there's money involved, is anything actually what it seems?

Or - an accidental sugar daddy Eddie fic!

Read it on AO3 here

His path to the music store is slow and steady. He’s so used to the snail-like nature of Hawkins that city life is still something that catches Steve off guard. People move around him so fast that it’s hard to keep up. After being there for a few months, Steve’s decided that he’s going to keep on moseying from one place to the next – he refuses to pick up the pace just to appease the crowd around him. If nothing else, he’s determined not to get sucked up into the hustle and bustle of always having somewhere to be. Hawkins wasn’t always the best to him but Steve’s at least glad to have learned that seemingly important lesson. His thoughts are heavy and distracting to the point that Steve is surprised to find himself outside the record store. He’s unsure of where the time went but happy to be grabbing ahold of the unique brass nob that grants him entry to Steve’s own version of heaven.

Walking in, Steve takes a long breath. There’s nothing like the smell of old records. He lets the nostalgia of flipping through his collection at home settle over him. The warmth in his chest that bubbles up is one of the main reasons Steve likes this place – for some reason, he feels the most at home amongst the dusty vinyl. Beelining towards the stacks, Steve lets himself get lost in all of the music. Every now and again he picks out a record to take to the small turntable in the back. He plugs in the headphones and gets lost in his own little world for a while. He’s halfway through a Tears for Fears album doing exactly that when his focus all of the sudden changes with a small touch. Steve doesn’t know how important that tap on the shoulder is but his breath catches anyway. The person on the other side of the gesture is beautiful and unique and saying something that Steve definitely can’t hear.

Steve’s quick to yank off the headphones to give the gorgeous man before him his utmost attention. He manages to catch the tail end of a mumbled question, though he’s distracted enough to say “come again?” in an absent voice. It’s been a while since Steve’s been struck speechless – Nancy Wheeler seems like some sort of distant dream now that the world’s shifting on its axis again.

“I asked what album you were listening to – you looked so blissed out and in your own world, I had to find out what musical creation made you that way.” The man blushes as he speaks – the red only works to highlight the rich brown of wide eyes that Steve can’t seem to look away from. They’re hypnotizing, almost like they’re dragging Steve in the longer they look at each other. Steve’s still not functioning well because it takes a rugged smirk on the stranger’s face to jumpstart him back into gear.

“Oh, uh – it’s Tears for Fears. Their Songs from the Big Chair album.” To drive home the point, Steve picks up the dust cover and wiggles it suggestively. “It’s too expensive for me to take home so I get my fix while I’m here.” Steve’s not really sure why he says that, though the words practically fall out of his mouth easily enough. He’s unused to sharing that much of himself after months of bottling every thought, feeling, and fear up and stashing them away to never be dealt with ever again. For some reason, the brunette stranger in front of him makes something within Steve uncoil. He tries not to dwell on it as the man’s smirk turns into a genuine smile.

“I should have known you’d be an Everyone Wants to Rule the World kind of guy.” The man’s voice is rich and confident, filled to the top with something Steve wants so badly to cling to. “You can’t account for taste.”

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington/eddie munson #eddie munson/steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fics #steddie fanfic #sugar daddy eddie munson #steve harrington has no clue #happiness is #bobbie writes #you're a rich girl

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pepsiiwho · 7 months

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Thank u for rb-ing the ask game. Here are 5000 asks: ♥️, 🎁 , 👓, 💕, 🍬, and 💌. These are just for you to keep: 💖💓💓♥️💞💕💘💞💘💗❤️💘💘♥️💖💓💖❤️💖💞💓💞💖💗

So many things here should I even answer this in one big thing....

This one is getting it's own post I have too much to say for it but the short answer is "[sound here] sounded like rocks hitting a wall" if you actually read my work you should know this one it's my calling card at this point.

It gets long after this sorry guys

2. This one isn't anything you'd like, a shame I just sent it to you but here's a little piece of the most recent WIP I have as of (checks watch) 3 hours ago. BG3 WIP Title pending.

The woman walks out with her tail between her legs, literally, and Alabaster watches the door close soundlessly behind her as if commanded. The silence between them sits for a moment a second or two before Alabaster speaks. “She's pretty. You might have a type though.” “What are you doing here?” She didn’t think a sleep-ruffled Astarion would be the one she’d be interacting with when she decided to pay a visit today, but the sight is pleasing all the same. His hair is as white as it’s ever been, only a touch longer. She isn’t sure if actual vampires are capable of being surprised (something something the alertness of darkness or something) but the expression on Asraion’s face was what she would coin as ‘your lover coming home to see you with your mistress' . “You missed me?” He asks. It doesn’t come out like a question, as breathy as it sounds. “I missed you” She responds. She rolls her shoulders, getting ready for the dance that is talking to Astarion. “I also need your help.” “You came back because you need me?” There's a sharp smile slowly making it’s way onto his face, laughlines bending to build the expression. He’s sitting up, moving to reach her height. She nods, pulling at the tightly wound strings in his chest, plucking absently. “I need you.” She responds. Talking to him feels like playing an instrument you haven't touched in a long time, slowly allowing muscle memory to take over so the music can once again be moved by your masterful hands. He smiles full now, as if realizing something she doesn’t know, and she’s reminded that you never really forget how to tune an instrument.

3. What helps me focus when I write... booty shaking music for throwing ass OR hating whatever is happening around me. no in-between.

4. This is a really hard question because if we mean like, emotionally? I could cop out and give a three way tie between Complimentary Soap (it isn't good I'm just nostalgic), Nintendo Direct (Circa June 2021) (it is good and I'm nostalgic) and Like A Brick In The Wall (good and new but god it's chaptered.) But, right now I'm gonna say my most recent fic I posted Going Home; All Over Again. I really love it even tho no one will ever read it (save you). The curse of rare pairs.

5. Okay another long one let's go. I'm only counting things with multiple pics posted...

HADES -

I Missed You Terribly And Like A Dream— You Appeared, Smiling At Me, Just So

Most of my stuff from here isn't good anymore, and while there's another that's more self indulgent and scratches the itch inside my body that aches dully for more Hypnos content at all times, this one reads the best rn. So it win.

HAIKYUU-

Tequilas, Margaritas and Seawater

everything in this fandom is old and arguably bad so nostalgia points carry weight here. This. one was a gift and idk why but it reads amazingly. holds up still

FE3H -

Like A Brick In The Wall

All fe fics are the DEVIL because of any in this list I CARE about these the most no competition. Anyway. This fic didn't win the previous bracket of my fav fic ever but it is my fav in the tag. Don't ask me to explain. I'm sorry.

CSM -

I Squint Out My Peripheral, Peaking Through My Fingers To See You

I don't work here man... I hate this goddamn pic its so good.

DRV3-

Nintendo Direct (Circa June 2021)

She's gonna do it every time... V3 hospital au I lOVE you.

(Listing out my written fandoms like this is the saddest thing ever my GOD I'm cringey)

6. I feel like the tropes I love most I never write myself... it's honestly kinda fandom specific but across the board...? Royalty au. not regency but kinda. A little to the left.

#the funnies #there's so many fandom here I'm not tagging it #read my pics and comment #fanfiction #read it do it #plwease

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