#you’re so lucky hhh

[sleyu]

all i everrrr think abt is post argument over something like reader being too close to a male friend and reader being oblivious to it, n ron being lowk a lil mean abt it but he ends up feeling badd w makeup sexxxx after & soft cuddly ronn

nooo because i just saw a tik tok about this exact scenario (it was the harry potter boys react to videos<3) where you wake up late for class, and ron, who’s already sitting in the classroom waiting for you, wondering where the actual hell you are, sees you walk in late with another boy who just so happened to be late as well.

buttttt we all know ron and how jealous he can get. his jealousy prevents him from abandoning any form of reason and he automatically becomes suspicious and assumes that there’s something going on between you and that guy. you sit down beside him and before you can even smile or say ‘hi,’ to your flushed boyfriend, he immediately pulls you close and whispers, ‘who the fuck was that and why’d you both come in late.’

actually, you’d be lucky if ron actually communicated his curiosity and jealousy, because the more likely scenario would be him brushing you off and rolling his eyes every time you’d speak to him. and you would be so confused :( you woke up late, didn’t get to have breakfast or kiss your boyfriend good morning, and now he’s being a big fat meanie ? the atmosphere in the room where the two of you would be together would be simply tense. ron would either glare at you, and when he relieved you of his scowling, he’d begin glower menacingly at the boy who walked with you to class.

he genuinely doesn’t care about the idea of it being a mere coincidence if he was already in a bad mood. he gets sooo possessive, especially when he gets regularly taunted by the slytherin’s for literally everything, but ever since the two of you began dating, he just feels extra threatened and is scared that someone is gonna steal you away :( the thought of some guy even being within 5m radius to you is enough to make his blood boil and his cheeks flush.

eventually, he gets soooo antsy that he corners you in an empty corridor and demands you to tell him who he was and why you would miss your daily walks to walk in with some other guy. what’s nice about ron is that it doesn’t take much to reassure him on the spot. all you really have to do his wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tiptoes, emphasizing his height, and press a soft, loving kiss to his lips. your doe eyes, combined with a cute little pout on your lips, plus the slight tilt of your head in confusion is enough to have him apologizing for how he acted throughout the day :(

‘i’m sorry, love, it’s just—ah—i’m tense and—uh—i really missed you this morning,’ i’m sorry but he can’t communicate for shit so it’s better to just cut him off with a kiss and let him express his sorry to you physically.

hhh makeup sex with ron is so good because even after making up with him, even after all the apologies and reassuring, each thrust of his hips feels so territorial, as if he’s trying to engrave himself inside you, claiming you for himself. even though he whispers that he’s sorry and that he’ll try his best to control his feelings next time, you can still tell that the way he’s pounding into you is almost as if he’s trying to prove a point: that you’re no one else’s but his and that nothing in the world could take you away from him.

he’d groan in your ears, slow his pace to kiss you on the lips, ‘all mine, yeah? you’re all for me, y/n, aren’t you?’ HHHH

he hates himself for it, but he gets such a kick out of how small you look and how big you make him feel as he’s fucking you. your mewls, the way your eyebrows furrow, as if you’re almost overwhelmed by his size and each rut boosts his ego to the max and only makes him want to fuck you harder :( you just looks so pretty and ronald weasley is a firm believer in the fact that pretty girls deserved to get fucked well !

and you best believe, he’s leaving hickeys all over you. maybe not in places where other people can see (despite however much he wants to show the world that your his, he knows he’ll never hear the end of it if the twins or anyone else caught sight of the marks he left on you), but all over your breasts and inner thighs. it gets him going that he’s the only one who will ever get to leave marks in those places.

and let’s not forget his big finale. you best believe that after some good makeup sex, he is definitely cumming inside you. ron’s breeding kink is something we can discuss next time, but seeing his cum drip out of your abused, swollen cunt is the icing on the cake for him. as said in my previous ron fic, it completely solidifies and affirms the fact that he’s the only one who will ever be able to do that, and in years time, he dreams of getting you pregnant with his children to show the world that you’re his forever </3

#ron weasley fanfic #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x you #ron weasley smut #ron weasley fanfiction #ron weasley #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter x y/n #harry potter smut #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter x you #anon #ron weasley x reader

[aircd]

Fem stalker x fem reader

·:*¨༺ 💌♱✮♱💌 ༻¨*:·

·:*¨༺ 💌♱✮♱💌 ༻¨*:·

Part one!

Warnings: stalking, mentions of a syringe, begging, force and breaking and entering.

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You had been feeling like someone was watching you for a couple of months. Every turn you would make, getting groceries, going to work or simply just walking down the street, there was a lingering presence behind you. You turned to look and every time- no one was there.

Although, occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of someone. Dark clothes and boots, completely camouflaged to the naked eye.

This presence had been getting closer and closer, making you even more paranoid. At a certain point you researched hauntings and ghosts you were so scared. You even started to carry around pepper spray and a knife; the news reports of horror stories involving stalking you saw just made things worse.

A couple of days ago as you were putting the key into your apartment, you sensed the presence again. This time they were too close. You suddenly turn your head letting go of the doorknob leaving your key in, you make eye contact. It feels as if time had stopped, your heart began to race as you saw the dark clothed figures eyes. Cold and dark, their gaze gave you chills, as you are frightened their eyes widen in horror as if you were the one following them.

You sigh out loud and step forward, “you’ve been following me.” you say to the stranger. For a moment they just stare and lean a bit forward as if they’re analyzing you. Suddenly they run down the stairs of your apartment complex and leave you in suspense.

You haven’t felt the presence since, that was 4 days ago now. Life had seemed much calmer as if it was beginning to go back to normal, sometimes the curiosity excited you though. You were horrified and on edge for months, sometimes you’d lie awake at night scared you wouldn’t wake up in the morning, you didn’t know what they wanted from you.

Your job had been oddly boring since they stopped following you, usually the anxiety would push you to get your work done faster so you could go home, you would ponder “is it one of my colleagues? My boss..? Someone I’ve met before..?”

Your social life had already been bad and the paranoia made it worse, no one wanted to talk to you because you always seemed on edge and uncomfortable. You were lucky if someone made small talk occasionally.

You were laying awake in your bed staring at the ceiling and thinking, you finally sighed and closed your eyes falling asleep. You had a dream of someone sitting on your chest, it was very frightening and you woke up from it.

You groan. “hhh.. what a weird dream..?” As you look over to your side you still feel weight on you as if you were still asleep, someone whispers. “did you have a nightmare~.?” You suddenly gasp and turn your head seeing the same figure but on top of you now, as soon as you start to scream, they cover your mouth.

You notice, they didn’t have a mask on. Your eyes remained shocked for a moment or two but relax as you look at every inch of their face. It’s a woman? You expected some old creepy man to be stalking you, I mean it wasn’t your fault, you had seen too many stories online and statistics.

She grins at you while she breathes heavily, their eyes are still frightening to you, but they seem incredibly happy. You jump back down into reality and mumble through her hand as your arms fly up towards her trying to escape. “mmm..! ggmet.. opfff..!”

She starts to look annoyed and removes her hand from your mouth pushing your arms back down, you’re using all your strength and limbs to get her off of you. “Get off of me…!” You yell. She’s too strong. She pins your arms down as you both breathe heavily.

“I.. thought something like this would happen.” she sighs as she removes her right hand holding both of your wrists together with her other hand. She groans as you squirm and turn your head, kicking your feet. “Now..” she pulls something out of her pocket.

“I didn’t want to have to do this.. stay still for me honey..” she smiles softly as your eyes widen in horror, she’s holding a syringe. “No.. no.. no.. no.. get that thing away from me..!!” You yell. “I know.. I know.. but I have to do this..” she says as she leans in. You start to fight even harder, your body is already feeling weak and you’re so tired.

You kick and squirm while groaning in displeasure. “Shh.. shh.. If you stay still it won’t hurt as bad..” she starts to lean her head towards you, your heart is racing at this point and your breathing is rapid. “N..nn.. No.. No.. No..! Pleaseee..! Don’t ..!” You cry and whimper. Normally you would’ve never been begging this much but you’ve already determined she’s too much stronger than you.

Tears fall from your eyes, you’re tired and scared. “P..please.. don’t.. dd.. don’t hurt me..!” You plead. She leans her head to your neck, you feel her hot breath on your skin. She kisses your neck and moans as she grips your wrists tighter. “Please.. stop it..!” You cry. “Ohh.. god.. I’m so sorry.. if you don’t stop begging me like that I-..” she pauses and groans. Suddenly she lifts her head up, smiling at you with a concerned expression.

She caresses your cheek with her hand and you feel the coldness of the syringe. Your eyes widen and dart to it. “No.. No.. please don’t..!” You start to beg even louder, you don’t know what’s in that needle and what she may do to you. She leans to your forehead giving you a kiss removing her hand from your wrists. She roughly grips the back of your head as she’s pushing your face into her neck. “Shh.. Shh..” suddenly you feel stinging and pressure in your neck.

“Shit.!” You gasp. She chuckles and breathes heavier as you start to lose consciousness. “Shh.. shh... everything will be okay..” your eyes start to roll. You can’t keep them open, you try so hard but finally, darkness.

- thoughts?

#nsft wlw #lesbian #wlw concepts #yandere wlw #lesbian romance #fem reader #thoughts? #wlw #lesbian yandere #lesbian smut #stalker #stalker x reader #lesbian stalker

[obitohno]

[ k i n k t o b e r ]

exhale

takami keigo x reader

synopsis ⤸

with such a pretty neck, you must simply allow keigo's hands to wander.

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, reader is in heat, mating, marking, hickeys, choking, asphyxiation, breath play, nipple play, cowgirl, riding, creampie, knotting, petnames, dubcon

word count ⤸

1.3k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

this is an elaboration of the 'let's talk positions' hc that i posted for mha a short while ago. i just feel like keigo's go-to position is cowgirl, just bc he loves to see you ride him, hhh. anyways, i've never written about breath play before, so i hope that this isn't too terrible. pls reblog if you enjoy ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

you’ve long become accustomed to the way that keigo’s lips regularly favour the gentle slope of your neck at all hours of the day, with the promise of more to come. 

more often than not, a press of his lips to your pulse results with the weight of his cock dragging along the gummy texture of your inner walls, your legs curled tightly around his waist as your whispered gasp of his name is greedily swallowed, and then returned with a moan of his own. and today is no different. 

it’s still early morning, and the left side of your body is illuminated by a hibiscus coloured shimmer that filters in through the minuscule gap in the hastily drawn curtains, the sun only just starting to wake. from where you bend and bow above him, keigo is privy to the way that your jaw drops, a quiet mewl forming the syllables of his name, heavily lidded gaze focused on the rapid rise and fall of his chest. his, however, is glued to the bruises that proudly claim your neck as his own, satisfaction warming his chest as he leers at the marks that he’d nipped and sucked to the surface of your skin just a few hours prior. 

heat boils your blood, head dizzy with a hormonal charge that has had your cunt weeping for the past day or so. in return, he swells with the need to claim you once more, to stuff you full until you have no choice but to allow the slow dribble of his seed to ooze from where his knot has plugged you, time and time before. your nails bite into where you cling at his shoulders, dazed as you desperately hump yourself on his length, a low keen fanned out from between your lips.  

your hips gyrate, the heat of your walls clenching tight around the width of him, and a gasp is choked from your mouth when a particularly rough bounce of your pelvis connecting with his has your clit grinding against the coarse pubic hair that nestles his girth. 

the sunlight illuminates the shadows of your collarbones, also painted with the pattern of his teeth, and his hand raises to thumb at a distinctively large one that has been fastened to the pulse that thump, thump, thumps under your skin. 

pride puffs his chest, the pad of his thumb stroking down the length of your neck, and the following gasp that attempts to escape your lips is cut short by the curl of his fingers attaching themselves around your throat. 

perspiration has already formed a sheen on your nape, and above him, you watch the dilation of his pupils, his digits tightening until your breath is stolen. your throat closes, and yet you continue to fuck yourself, the rise and fall of your pussy gliding up, down, up, down, up down, until your thighs are shaking, your arousal pooling a mess onto the sheets that are already long stained with the aftermath of the night before. 

it isn’t often that he’s able to indulge in your heat like this. unlike him—who falls victim to the dreaded seasonal rut that drives him feral at least twice a season—you’re lucky enough to avoid the fire that burns under the surface of your skin for majority of the year. yesterday, however, you’d awoken with the all-too familiar itch that had had you begging until he’d meticulously fucked you into the early hours of the morning. he’d made the mistake of assuming that when you’d fallen asleep, it had meant that you were sated for the night. only, your distressed moan had stirred him from his sleep just a few hours later, and here you are now, impaled atop him, your pretty neck encased within his grip. if he’s being honest, he’s exhausted, the joints of his wings weary as he grinds his pelvis upwards. but your stuttered groan sounds so sweet, so needy, that a warmth spreads across his abdomen, a coil twisting tight from deep within. 

his fingers slip away, and your shoulders hunch as you struggle to gasp in air, your chest heaving, forehead thumping against his collarbone. the heat of your breath fans across his skin, and his head spins, a groan punched from his lungs. your fingers scrabble to find purchase upon him, only to catch on the joint of which his right wing protrudes from between his shoulders. 

he yells, a hoarse sound that has your clit throbbing, an electric twinge jolting through the expanse of his wing and down his spine. he shivers, one that has his entire body trembling, and you lift your head to watch the way that his feathers bristle, the quills standing on end as delirium stretches his lips wide. 

the muscles that control his wings are working to stretch the blindingly scarlet feathers high above his head, and the points of his teeth are sharply nipping along the length of your jaw. he preens, pupils flitting between contracting and dilating, and he nuzzles, nosing at the space beneath your ear as his lips mould to your shoulder, forming yet another mark as he suckles at your skin. 

‘baby bird,’ he coos, lips aiming for the curve of your cheek next. his cock twitches, your sopping walls dancing and fluttering as he slurs, ‘touch y’self f’me, birdie.’ 

dazed, you fumble to do as he says, the pads of your fingers circling at your clit, teasing, stroking yourself toward completion. you’re choking on another moan, when, for the second time tonight, his fingers curl around your neck. your hips have long slowed to a gentle grind, your thighs now depleted of all energy as you struggle to remain upright. his spare hand comes to lick at his fingers before reaching to cruelly tug at your left nipple, his smirk widening when a garbled shriek is painfully forced from the back of your throat. wide eyed, you stare at him, and a dark part of him relishes in the brief flash of panic that mars your features, your fingers stilling between your legs. 

‘ah, ah,’ he tuts, flicking at your nipple with the flat of his nail, ‘keep goin’ pretty bird. gotta cum f’me if you want me to fill you up, nice ’n’ full.’ 

eagerly, your fingers are massaging at your clit, and your spine arches, his spare arm circling around your waist, bicep flexing as he pulls you flush against him. the added pressure of your hand trapped to your pussy has you choking, and he greedily inhales the slight shift of your scent, your orgasm beginning to crest. however, just as your cunt begins to cream, he’s thrusting, drilling his cock into you at the same time that his fingers grip just a little harsher, and you’re rendered into little more than putty in the palm of his hands. 

your breath is stolen, and yet, you cum so hard that you white out, body slumping against his. 

you’re unconscious for less than ten seconds, but when you come to, it is with a dizzying wheeze that hurts to inhale, the stringy pearls of his seed already staining your walls, his knot locked tight inside you. arms circled tight around your torso, his fingers are tickling their way down the length of your spine, his lips pressing to your temple when you whimper his name into the crook of his neck, tone pained when you make the mistake of swallowing a little too harshly. his skin is warm against yours, and for what feels longer than it probably is, he simply nestles you within the safety of his embrace, his wings curling, encasing the two of you within your very own cocoon. exhaustion renders you useless, and from where you are perched on his lap, you slump, welcoming the dark shadows of his wings that loom high above your head. only, all too soon, that familiar heat is bubbling away at your core once more, and despite the fact that you attempt to ignore it, the low baritone of his voice has you jolting from your doze against his shoulder, his tone laced with the promise that the morning has only just begun. 

‘you with me, birdie?’ 

‘’m with you, kei.’ 

© obitohno. all rights reserved. do not repost my works. 

#♡ jordy is writing ♡ #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #keigo x reader #keigo x you #keigo smut #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks smut #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami smut #hawks in rut

[idv-sunsxin3]

Reader seeing norton as a father figure? It’s fine if you don’t want to do it

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Norton Campbell as a Father Figure

Header’s art via Identity V Official Twitter {edit by me}

{Headcanons/Scenarios} + {short Oneshot}

Gender Neutral! Y/N

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Cueing Norton sweating at first-

“I’m not ready to be a father... save me-/Ih”

But yes, Norton going from “I got ya, champ-“ and then goes “…Oh golly did you just called me dad-“ X’D

He finds that lowkey cool that you see him as a dad though, dw- hehehe

Often ruffles your head, even likes to give you piggy backs if you ask-

Often prefers to pat you, either on the head or your back.

It would be so funny if he teasingly titles you as his “favorite kid” out of the other survivors who he has to look after.

I just can see him trying to get Naib, Luca, Mike, and Lucky out of trouble while dealing with their chaotic shenanigans hhh-

It was pretty obvious that you’re his favorite kid; you never got tied into a dog belt unlike the other “kids”- x’d

Why do I feel like Norton has a 24/7 tired look when looking after people(whether he likes it or not-)

Pretty much too chill with anyone who tries to court unless they’re acting creepy or strange that makes you feel uncomfortable- (instead of using the parent chancla, he’s using his magnets on the weirdo-/ih)

Moderately praises you when you make an achievement, he doesn’t show his feelings often but does lightly make sure that he’s proud of you. Always…. 😔

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As the alarm went off, you sprinted towards the nearest gate of the China Town map and started typing the code as if your life depended on it.

You knew that it’s dangerous to be alone but the other side of the gate is much farther and you sensed the hunter was also in the other side-

Until you heard the sound of teleport.

As much as you tried to get away and hide somewhere, the hunter immediately hit you while being on detention. So you gave in and let Antonio tie you into the balloons- Most of your teammates left already after all…

The Violinist was about to take a step forward to the nearest rocket chair, until he felt something metallic get stick on his back-

*CLANK*

“AGH-“

Antonio loosened his grip on you as he started to hit the floor whole letting out noise of frustration from the sudden pain. The abrupt impact made you slightly dizzy until your state of subconscious got shook off by a glove hand ruffling your hair and pushing you back to the gate’s direction.

“I got your back, kid.”

You nodded as you quickly went back to coding. Due to the stressful situation, you didn’t dare to distract yourself by looking away from the code bar to see who was your savior. You already know who it was by the person’s voice and the constant sounds of magnets clashing.

The progress was nearly finished so you took your opportunity to do it as Norton distracted the hunter for a moment.

Hearing the pallet noises getting closer, you quickly got into the safe corner of the gate and motioned Norton to get into the gate as well while waiting for him. He merely nodded and quickly ran towards your direction, covering you from any upcoming hits as you)re still injured-

After entering back to the manor, your savior slapped your back lightly, as a way to congratulate you for staying alive in the field.

#idv hcs #idv scenarios #idv headcanons #idv x reader #identity v scenarios #identity v hcs #identity v headcanons #idv prospector x reader #idv prospector #identity v prospector #idv norton campbell #idv norton #norton campbell #norton campbell x reader

[go-to-the-mirror]

HEY WELL AT LEAST THEY'RE NONBINARY RIGHT?

he/they jonbinary rights. also oh god oh fuck, time for MAG 132.

@a-mag-a-day

CW: canon- typical suicidal ideation and attempt, canon-typical self sacrificial tendencies. Both discussed more frankly than in the actual podcast.

Also, I'm allowing myself free use of my reaction images (with image descriptions) because I'm in SHAMBLES. Mostly words though.

ARCHIVIST Hello, Melanie. I know I said we’d wait until Basira was back, but I don’t… I’m sorry. I know she won’t… She’d want to do it a different way.

headinhands

Wish me luck. Although, I suppose if you’re hearing this, then I didn’t have any.

The way he says "wish me luck" with that levity and then just hhh like yk joking is one his coping mechanisms for like, crushing fear and grief and stuff, and just the way they SAY it just makes me want to CRY, AAA

I don’t know. I’m… I’m scared. When does the fear go away?

I remember in my first listen, this line stood out to me, I was in shambles, shambles. "When does the fear go away" I'm so, so sorry Jon.

[ID: Drawing of a person sitting at a computer, hands covering their face, crying. /End ID]

Anyway, I’m sorry. You too, Basira, if you’re hearing this. I know you’d stop me. You’d be right to, but … But if this goes wrong, all you lose is … I’m not risking anyone else.

This is a suicide note. Now, he's hoping he'll get out -- probably -- maybe -- but that. It is. Similar. The apology. All you lose is another monster. He might get stuck there forever, he's terrified, he's doing this for someone he doesn't even like out of guilt, out of the crushing -- ha -- amount of guilt, over Tim, over Daisy, over Martin and Basira and Melanie, over his... victims.

In case I don't make it. In case I don't get lucky.

Jonny stop making this podcast so good I'm going to cry.

Let’s do this one properly.

A reference to the Unknowing, where they... did not do it properly.

Stone steps. Roughly hewn. They… They keep going.

Just wanted to point out that he's like, ooh, information gathering. For information's sake, for the people in Artefacts. I think it's neat that he's doing this, and it's a way that makes sense in the world to let us know what's going on. Like how in Malevolent, Arthur's blind and John describes stuff in eloquent detail like some sort of poet or whatever, the statement givers describe the environment and people in their statements, and Jon is describing The Buried.

[The Archivist struggles forward]

Jon's voice in this, it sounds like they're confined, Jonny did a great job on the voice acting there. And the soundscaping in general is like, oh boy claustrophobia time! It's so good.

ARCHIVIST I heard someone. He was begging for me to save him. He said he couldn’t breathe. I can barely breathe. I couldn’t find him, but I am not here for him. I don’t even know him.

The Buried and putting you under the crushing weight of responsibility? Jon went into the coffin because he felt 'crushing' guilt over Tim's death and Daisy's imprisonment in the coffin, and the whole mess that The Unknowing was. In the coffin he's being called by others, and the responsibility of their safety is put on him. Now obviously it's not the other victims who are at fault, however it's interesting that The Buried does that. Perhaps that's how it makes people stay in it, alongside the spooky magic. With putting the responsibility of others on them, making them dig themselves a hole, and not be able to climb out. But Jon has Daisy's tapes as an anchor, he has a purpose, and so he can press on without getting too weighed down?

Just some thoughts.

For all this place closes around me, I feel adrift, like nothing can get through the dirt and the muck and …

This reminds me of how a lot of people say that The Buried and The Vast are quite similar, as an example -- the statement in MAG 195 - Adrift could be either Buried or Vast, big creature, but also crushing depths of water and drowning, but also lots of water. Also the categorizations aren't really like that, again like gender and colours.

The air is heavy – soil and dust. I am very thirsty, but I know I won’t die of it.

Two fun facts about me!

1. I used to live in a desert and the air was like weighted blanket air. I loved it.

2. I used to forget to drink water a lot, and I'd go days where I'd drink like... a glass? Now I drink a minimum of two glasses a day because meds, which has really helped lessen the constant headaches lol. Yea um. Drink water, kiddos.

[He struggles to breath as the Buried squeezes him. The Buried relaxes.]

THE SOUND EDITORS THIS EPISODE WERE KILLING IT!

DAISY —just alone. I think, I think … I hear this, sometimes, singing, when it’s wet. Or, or scratching, trying to get out. But I don’t … I don’t think there’s anyone there. It’s just been me, until now.

Fay Roberts did an excellent job as well. The voice acting <333 10/10 no notes, or like yes notes, and the notes are Feeling Claustrophobic well done.

ARCHIVIST It’s okay, I’ve, uh … I’ve got a plan. DAISY This like all your other plans?

If by "all [their] other plans" she means impulsive, borderline suicidal, and likely to fail... yes.

ARCHIVIST No. I know where we are. There is no out. Not here. This is … This is forever deep below creation, where the weight of existence bears down. This is the Buried, and we are alive. There isn’t even an up. Oh God. What have I done? What have I done?

I really like the way he delivers that line, especially the "This is the Buried, and we are alive" and "Oh God" parts.

DAISY Not alone, though? ARCHIVIST No. No, not alone.

[ID: A blurry screenshot of CC!GoodTimesWithScar from his stream. He's a bit further away from the camera than usual for streams, and has his head in his hands. /End ID]

DAISY Scared. I’m scared. I’ve been scared the whole time here, not just when it’s crushing, when it fills your mouth with dirt. It knows when to stop, or when to ease back so you don’t lose it or grow numb. Leaves you terrified for when it starts again, and when it does, you’re scared it’ll never stop.

My friend, Jay Mapleejay -- who you should follow by the way, @/mapleejay or @/mapleeowl everywhere -- once wondered how the Domains in the Eyepocolypse kept people afraid without the memory loss like in MAG 170. And there's your answer probably.

Also :(

The Hunt was me, but I don’t think I liked it. I think it just made me need it.

Idk what to say, just like this line.

I don’t … I don’t know who I am without the chase. I just know that I don’t like who I was back outside. I don’t want to be her again. I want to be better.

Same for this.

ARCHIVIST One thing I’ve learned, Daisy, is that we all get a choice. Even if it doesn’t feel like one.

Themes of choice in The Magnus Archivessssss this podcast makes me abnormal in so many ways <333

ARCHIVIST And now? DAISY Don’t know. I miss dreaming. You don’t sleep down here. ARCHIVIST Daisy, you should know I’m … If I wasn’t human before, I’m even less human now. DAISY Yeah, well. At the moment, I don’t care. ARCHIVIST And if we get out? DAISY But we can’t get out. [The Earth shifts.] (The Archivist grunts in pain.) DAISY (Pained) I’m sorry. I’m sorry, John. I’m sorry.

I just really like this exchange :(

[The coffin door creaks open and, groaning with effort, the Archivist and Daisy crawl out into the office. There are many tape recorders playing in the background.] [...] ARCHIVIST Tape recorders. M-must be dozens of them.

The Web my absolute beloathed. Now, I love Martin K-Anchor Blackwood as much as the next hopeless (a)romantic, however I don't think that it was Martin's love for Jon that pulled Jon out The Buried, I think it was The Web. Well, The Web definitely influenced Martin, however we do know that The Web has used their... undying love for one another against them *cough cough* *wink wink* *nudge nudge*, so it could have been the act of Martin leaving the tape recorders, but my personal theory is that it was just The Web. Uh oh, Jo(h)n (/ref).

Anyway! Ain't it great! Daisy's back! Jon isn't constantly alone!

He...

I'm going to have a lot of talking to do come MAG 136.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma meta #a mag a day #jonathan sims #daisy tonner #mag 132 #the buried #tma spoilers #landscaping-your-mind-chapter-one #tw suicide #self sacrifice #tw self sacrifice #cw self sacrifice #anyway jonbinary rights #also follow mapleejay #cool mutual and fren <3 #also follow scarandjoelenthusiast #my partner <3 skrunkly <3 blorbo #while you're at it follow late-to-the-magnus-archives #cw suicide

[dontfeeltoohot]

My brain is drained and fried but I come bearing a (basic bitch) prompt:

JCB being sniffly and sick at a con and best buddy JQ teasing him in the most loving way about it

I love it so much thank you 🥺😭

XX

“hhNGKsh! sndff!”

“Bless you, what is that now, twenty four or twenty five times today?”

Jamie looks up at Joe through long blonde strands of hair, pressing his nose into a tissue and rubbing at it as it runs. He’s been suffering through a head cold for the past two days, but today, the start of the London Comic Con, he’s at his lowest he’s been.

“You thin’gk you’re fu’hddy huh?” Blue eyes glare daggers into big brown ones.

“Oh I know I’m funny.” The cheekiness knows no bounds for Joseph today, apparently. “You’re just lucky I’m with you at the panel to take over when you’re too busy coughing or sneezing.”

Sniffles drown out the last couple of his best friends words as Jamie grabs another tissue, rubbing his already red nose raw.

“You know, if I wasn’t so sick, I’d think you actually cared about me,” he coughs to the side.

“Mm, I like you well enough to keep around I guess.”

“Oh how lovely, darling. You’re too sweet,” the blonde rolls his eyes and leans against the wall in the back of the auditorium like area they’re in, listening to Noah, Finn, Caleb and Millie talk on their own panel. It’s a miracle no one’s noticed them yet.

“sndff! hhh! hihKTshh!” Jamie the tissue up to his face just in time to catch the sickly sounding sneeze.

“Twenty six.”

“Oh fuck off.”

#my fic

[journey-to-the-attic]

hello!! it’s me again!! happy (lateish) birthday to the bestest girl ever, miss ik!!!! so of course ive come here to ask ik centric questions

since jtta has not ended yet, you totally dont have to answer this but what would ik’s reaction be when returning home after the whole year? would she actually manage to get on buzzfeed unsolved after mysteriously disappearing in the middle of class? how did everyone react to that….

young adult/adult ik time! now as an adult, how does ik feel about having pacts with the seven most powerful demons in the devildom? big accomplishment, kid

also, what does older ik feel about her future?? does she want to go to college, or does she have any future jobs she wants to work?

lets ignore the seasons past season 1 of obey me for a second …. now in the human world, i would assume the brothers and the other students would come to visit ik. how do you think they would do in the human world and how do you think others (humans, ik’s friends, family etc…) would react to them?

sorry for such a long ask ! i love to learn more about ik shes great :) you’re doing such an amazing job writing jtta and im absolutely still obsessed after what?? 2 years now?? time is crazy… im about to graduate from highschool and i remember starting to read this fic when I was a year or two older than ik… wow…

i hope you’ve been having great weeks lately! if not, it’ll definitely get better! keep your head up!

(apologies if this ask gets sent more than once.. my tumblr has been glitching like crazy lately)

-🐳

hhh thank you!!! it's crazy to me that jtta has that staying power, i'm so glad you've enjoyed it!!

as for your questions about ik - i'll answer the ones that i'm not planning to go into more depth on later ^^

ik's feelings on returning home i'll leave for later - but in terms of her disappearance, it's been kept quiet to prevent panic, and later diavolo'd pull some strings to keep it that way. though the classmates who were there in the class she disappeared in will continue to insist it happened, it's kind of treated as a weird mass hallucination

ik actually won't be going back to her old school, because the logistics (and also everything she's missed) would make it a mess, but some of her old classmates will notice her suddenly appearing around town again - with a weird assortment of really tall dudes - and while some attempt to ask her about what the HELL happened, she's always super evasive about it... though there's probably at least one classmate who's gone super detective about it

adult ik has to stop herself from adding 'made pacts with 7 uber powerful demons at the tender age of 14-15 and if you don't hire me they'll all be mad at you' to her CV. she entertains herself by imagining what her host of brothers would do if she summoned them on this rude guy at the co-op

in terms of her future... ik's just kind of winging it, but i can imagine her going to uni to study something to do with animals - maybe she'd be a herpetologist, maybe an ornithologist... or maybe just biology in general. diavolo likes to joke that she's an honorary teacher of creature studies at the rad (prof elderflower is so proud)

i'll leave the specifics of her friends visiting her for a future post-jtta bonus, but i reckon most of ik's friends just assume she has a really weird extended family. there's probably also at least a few people around town who have crushes on one of the guys. meanwhile, luke can get away with putting on normal clothes and just hanging out with ik whenever (lucky guy!)

zhao (ik's dad) and aunt lisa's reactions to ik's new found family will be explored later! but for now i will say that zhao definitely appreciates them (still terrified of them though), while aunt lisa likes half of them and would hit the rest of them with a broomstick if given the chance

#answering asks #anon asks #🐳 anon

[littlexmsxmaddie]

Money In The Bank

Pairing: Pete Dunne x OC (Madeline)

Warning: None

Summary: Madeline tries to keep from losing it while watching Butch in the Money In The Bank match.

Word Count: 1,010

Other: Just a little something quick I thought of while watching the match again. Feel free to leave comments.

Madeline stood in the gorilla position with Sheamus, Ridge, and Butch as she was making sure everything was perfect. The truth is she was terrified of what might happen to him in the Money In The Back ladder match. So she was nitpicking every little thing to distract her.

“Relax love. Everything will be alrigh’. Promise.” Butch did his best to reassure her while swatting her hands away. 

“He’s a tough lad. Gonna take more than this to take him out.” Sheamus gave Butch a playful shove in the back.

Madeline leaned in giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be cheering for you.”

“Yeah, and I’ll be holding her back the entire time.” Ridge gave her a playful elbow to the side knowing how true that was.

Madeline shot him a look even though she knew it was true. Sheamus couldn’t help but laugh and nod his head. 

They got into position as the beginning of their music hit. Butch was out first followed by Madeline, Ridge, and Sheamus. Ridge and Sheamus hoisted Madeline up onto their shoulders like they would do with Butch. Once the lights hit they all stretched their arms out and yelled. 

Butch was like a rabid animal ready for this match and started to make his way down the aisle as the other two placed Madeline back down. They all met up halfway down and gathered in a scrum trying to fire Butch up even more if that was possible.

Just as they predicted Ridge had to put Madeline in a bear hug to keep her from escaping to the ring. She’d do her best to wiggle free while covering her eyes and yelling. She could be quite the firey redhead when she wanted to still trying to break free of Ridge’s grip.

“Butchy’s fine lass. Relax.” Sheamus tried to reassure her while watching the match.

“What’s he doing? NO!” Madeline screamed putting her hands up over her eyes but still peeking between her fingers. She just watched Butch backflip off the ladder onto the group of guys below him. They couldn’t help but laugh at her. “It’s not funny you two.”

“You’re like this for every big match of his.” Sheamus chuckled.

“Lord help the one who had to watch ya for War Games in NXT.” Ridge couldn’t help but laugh along with Sheamus.

“Lucky for you two.” Madeline spoke under her breath at the two as she crossed her arms over her chest.

The match was almost over as Butch and LA Knight were fighting over the case at the top of the ladder. Butch was trying his joint manipulation to keep Knight down as Knight fell off the ladder. Priest was quick to make it up the ladder and throw Butch off. The camera got a close-up of Butch landing back first on the side of the ladder and crumpling to the corner of the mat.

The three yelled at the screen. A mix of JEEZZUS from Sheamus, NOOO from Ridge and Madeline screaming PETER! She tried to cover her face but it was too late. Butch laid there lifeless in the corner as the camera panned back out to the rest of the match. This match couldn’t get over fast enough when it came to Madeline. Once the bell rang she was quick to escape from Ridge’s grip and run to the gorilla position to wait for Butch.

“Boy she’s quick one.” Ridge chuckled as they followed her.

Madeline stood nervously behind the curtain waiting for Butch to come back. HHH sat in his chair and chuckled knowing what a nervous wreck she could be sometimes.

Everyone was starting to file to the back holding different parts of their body as Butch finally made his way back holding the back his head and neck, especially after that last shot he took.

He flashed her a grin. “Told ya everything would be alright, love.” Butch lied. He wasn’t going to let Madeline know how much pain he was really in. That would only stress her out even more. “I just have ta go get checked out but everything should be fine.”

“I don’t know what was harder. Wrestling in a match like that or trying ta hang onto Maddie.” Ridge laughed.

Madeline gave Ridge that classic Butch shrug. “You know you could have always made Sheamus hang onto me.”

“I’ll pass. You hit too hard lass.” Sheamus put his hands up in defense.

“Funny, because Butch never seems to complain about that.” Madeline laughed before she elbowed Sheamus in the side. “Old man.”

“Ol man? I see how it is.” Sheamus put his fists up ready to fight. Madeline gave him that playful angry smile putting her fists up too. “We’re not redheads for nothing now Sheamo.”

Ridge snuck up behind Sheamus and held his arms back giving Madeline free rein to hit Sheamus. “Quick, knock the stuffin’ out of him while ya can.” Ridge laughed holding Sheamus back.

Madeline quickly squared up to Sheamus before giving him a few quick strikes to the abs. Not enough to really hurt him but just playing around. Ridge let Sheamus go as Sheamus held his midsection as if real damage was done to him. Butch raised her hand in victory.

“You know that’s why we call Maddie Lady Brute right?” Butch smirked before leaning over, kissing Madeline on the cheek.

“Alright, we better get the both of you lads to the trainer, especially the old man after that beatin’.” Ridge picked Sheamus up as Sheamus was still playing the ass beating he just got from Madeline. “He might be in worse shape tha’ Butch after that.”

“I’m going to take him to the trainers and we’ll meet you and the old man back in the locker room.” Madeline laughed giving Sheamus one last playful elbow to the side. She then placed Butch’s arm around her to help him down the hall and to the trainer's room. She still looked a bit concerned after some of the shots he took during the match.

#pete dunne #butch wwe #brawling brutes #ridge holland #Sheamus #pete dunne x OC

[creators-novel]

Exisite, DarkClaw, and Uriel awaken in a world that was unfamiliar to them, or perhaps that’s what they wanted to believe. A purple and black void; glowing stalagmites and stalactites, purple, spinning translucent cubes, an unstable wormhole, and the air is still.

Behold

VOIDVERSE.

            The three pick each other up and examine their surroundings. After a moment, a small group of Stygian creatures approach and surround the trio. Exisite sputters, “This is-!” “Exactly like your dream, Castor?”, Vyz interrupts. Uriel grips her sword tight, “(This is getting ridiculous-!)”, she focuses her thoughts and calls out, “(Koto-! Can you hear me? Are you there!?...KOTO!? COME ON MAN, ANSWER ME!!)”

DarkClaw prepares to fire at Vyz, ready to protect his boy, “Stop trying to rope him into your crap.” Vyz sighs, “You and that pup weren’t supposed to be here. But… you could make a nice gourmet meal for my servants… or I could just make you both into servants yourselves… like …his parents.” “…What?”

            The group hears footsteps coming up to them, and two figures appear. One has red hair with white highlights, and the other has white hair with black highlights. Their resemblance to Ex is uncanny, but these two seem barely like people anymore. Uriel remembers what it felt like to be corrupted, to feel like a broken piece of code; but this was something different entirely. Ex’s parents looked sickly, their bodies were coated in the same substance that Vyz’s “servants” were comprised of, and they wore flat expressions. She gulps and a bead of sweat goes down her face. “(Koto and Straus wouldn’t make us lose-! There’s no way this guy was made by them, right?!)”

Vyz reaches a hand out to Exisite, “So, Castor, what shall it be?”

“…No. This is ludicrous. You’re saying all these things like you know anything about me; as if you understand me. And why are you interested in me?”

“When you’ve been discriminated against and locked away for years, and see the same thing happen to someone else, you tend to be sympathetic. You’ll soon see that it’s better to destroy them all.”

“Never…I’m not going to kill anyone.”

“…Then…F a l l.”

            As if on cue, the Stygian beats all lunge at Exisite, baring their teeth and ready to strike until DarkClaw runs up and pushes him out of the way, screaming, “LOOK OUT!” One of the disgusting creatures sinks its jaws into DarkClaw’s arm as he lets out a pained yelp. Uriel, as fast as a lightning bolt, slashes the beast across its torso, releasing him from its grasp. Vyz crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows, “Ohoho… excellent.” Exisite, seeing his friends once again getting themselves hurt for his sake- no- he’s not just his friend, he’s his most trusted ally, his maker, the one who brought him into this world! He’s getting hurt and it’s all his fault- it’s too much. It's.

Too.

MUCH.

“No…no no NO NO NO!!! aAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Exisite’s telekinetic power explodes outwards from him, becoming a blaring red color. Under his mask, his hair turns snow white while his eyes become red and jet black.

“GO AWAAAAAAAYYY!!!”

All of the enemies are blasted back, even Vyz, who didn’t even foresee this happening. Exisite continues to scream as his energy flares up even more, making completely sure that everything was cleared from around them. Uriel was lucky that this didn’t blow her away too! She digs her feet into the ground while supporting DarkClaw and shouts, “EXISITE! Calm down!” After letting out one more emotionally-charged yell, Exisite catches his breath and his excess power dissipates away, returning him to his normal state.

“Hhh…hh…sir?”

            Exisite’s attention is grabbed by DarkClaw’s arm. DarkClaw grabs the area where the creature bit down, it’s obvious it broke the skin but the pain feels like it’s traveling up through his whole body. There’s no doubt about it. Whatever happened to Ex’s parents to make them the way they are now was happening to him. He was infected with whatever this gross purple goop is. “…Oh boy.”, he sighs. Uriel takes note of the despair in her close friend’s eyes and reassures him, “W-We can fix this!” “Like there’s a cure for this…”, DarkClaw turns slightly and sees that the portal to the outside is still accessible, they just need to make it in time before it closes for good, “…Uri. Castor. You should get out of here.” “What-!? No-!”, Uriel clings onto his non-infected arm tightly, “We need you!!” He scoffs, “Pft…With this? Heck no.” Castor stands with Uriel, “We can’t just leave you!” “We have no choice at the moment!”, DarkClaw snaps, “…And I don’t feel like killing you if this takes over.”, he winces as the infection spreads up his arm, onto his hand, and shoulder, creeping up towards his neck, “…Castor. Go.” “No-!” Uriel’s usual demeanor finally falters as she breaks down crying, “PLEASE NO!!”

            Meanwhile, on the outside, the Stygians left in Lightverse begin to retreat, having sensed their master wasn’t nearby anymore. The heroes catch their breaths but they know it’s not over until they can get the others home. “Uri!”, Ex calls to his sister through the portal.

            “Go, now!”, DarkClaw commands, “I’ll fend these off for as long as I’m able!” Seeing the beasts approach, Castor pulls the howling Uriel away from DarkClaw. He leads her to the portal and shoves her through, but not before removing his mask and looking at his maker one last time. This is the first time Castor has experienced anything like this, he feels tears stream down his face. He wants to say so much but he squeaks out one word.

“…Dad…”

DarkClaw smiles at Castor, his proudest creation, and watches him leap through the portal back to their home as it closes. As he promised, he attacks the Stygians for as long as he can. But eventually, the corruption takes him.

The shining red cybernetic solder, a savior of Lightverse, and one of the few brave souls who heralded a new age in the Multiverse was gone. As he stands above the massacred bodies of the beasts that infected him, all that can be seen under his shaded expression are glowing, purple eyes.

            Uriel falls to her knees and cries out in grief as Castor gloomily follows through behind her, resisting the urge to start sobbing himself. It doesn’t take a scientific genius to figure out what’s happened. Nave’s eyes widen, “…Aaron…why…?” Xenos finally lowers his sword as it all hits him, “…He…saved them…” Delta arrives on the scene just in time to see all of his friends tired, emotional, and broken. He approaches Castor and asks, “Castor, what happened?”

Castor looks at his young companion and simply says, “…I failed him.”

            “Ladies and gentlemen. It is a tragic day in the lives of the people who protect our fair city… Aaron Duvall, veteran cybersoldier, has been declared as killed in action by the local military branch. He had fallen to whatever darkness befell the forest today.”

            Ex, Ajax, Xenos, Delta, Indigo, Selena, and Castor watch as the news station broadcasts what they already knew. They lost, for real this time. And Aaron “DarkClaw” Duvall was no more. Uriel stands outside in the hallway, still stunned in disbelief, “(…They wouldn’t do this to us.)”, she thinks to herself. Her disbelief quickly turns to anger. She focuses, steadies her breathing, and with a swing of her arms, catapults herself in a flash of light outside of her World, into Straus and Koto’s Space; to figure out what exactly is going on.

“YOU TWO HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO-…do…no…”

            Straus and Koto stand lifeless. Koto is holding tightly onto Straus’ hands but neither of them moves. They’re not infected like DarkClaw, rather they’re in a trance they can’t break free of. In a similar matter, their World Orbs are surrounded by a purple hue, a lock. No one can get in, no one can get out, it’s a miracle that Uriel was able to even break through the seal. Surrounding the Space is a barrier, one that she can’t hope to break through. Lightverse cannot ask for help, they are alone. Uriel returns home in complete hysterics. While she updates Ex on the current situation, Castor sits alone in his room. His unstable energy causes the objects in his room to float off the ground and hover. In his hands, he holds the Gaia crystals that the team has collected thus far. As if they could hear him, he asks, “I don’t know much about what you are… but please, guide me through this crisis.”

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[zensations35]

Together (Part 3)

More cute sneeze tease scenes with a side of wholesomeness. Thanks to this post for the ending idea of this scene. ;) See part 1 here and part 2 here! We’re wrapping things up!

Skye

I’m dressed as well as I can be. I have a few flowy dresses that make me feel sexy. Ren seems to like this one: a cherry colored bell dress with short flared sleeves.

When I see Ren outside the restaurant, my breath catches. He’s wearing a green suit. Shamrock green. A solid black tie, with a white undershirt. Wow. He rarely wears color. But damn he looks good in it. 

We’re supposed to be having a ‘first date’. We’re pretending we don’t know each other. My idea. I found it on google when searching for ‘fresh start’ romance ideas. 

Ren gives our names to the hostess and we are led to a booth, quite a distance away from any other patrons. Lucky us. I slide in and listen to the specials. I also order wine.

“Glass or bottle?”

“Bottle,” Ren answers for me. “I will be indulging as well.”

I try not to stare at him as he browses the menus. Gods, he looks good. My heart skips when he meets my eyes.

Act like you’re just on a date. 

“I have heard good things about the…” he sniffles softly, “the mashed potatoes.”

Oh yeah, I heard that sniffle. In fact, my brain shut off after it happened, instead filling my head with what if scenarios. 

Ugh, Skye, don’t be a horny bitch. Not on your ‘first date’. 

But I can’t stop thinking about it. And as if summoned from my desires, I hear him inhale. 

“Hhh…htt….” His fingers have crept up to his face, one hand patting his pocket for his handkerchief.

He doesn’t get to it in time. “HRRZZZ’ieu!” His teeth chit together, head tilting mid-sneeze as if he were tearing off a bite of food.

I blush deeply and hide my face with my menu. I try to focus on the words printed across a picture of a steak.

Porterhouse. Port…er…house.

Ren puts his menu down. “I think I shall order the filet.”

I shake it off and smile. “That’s my usual. I’ll probably have the same.”

Our wine arrives and we fill our glasses with a dark cabernet. Then we place our orders. Ren does get the mashed potatoes.

Once the waiter leaves, Ren peers at me. “So, Skye Hawthorne, what are your interests?”

“Board and video games. I’m actually running a small gaming channel at the moment.”

Ren blinks and I see a flitter of surprise in his gaze. Something he didn’t know.

“Is that so?”

I nod. I started playing games on YouTube and Twitch recently. It’s not really taking off as fast as I’d hoped but Leo has mentioned a desire to join in.

“Yep. I can send you a link to the channel if you like.”

He tilts his head, a quarter smile playing across his lips. “I would enjoy that quite a lot.”

I tap on my phone a few times. “Sent.” 

“My thanks.”

“So what about you?” I ask, propping my cheeks on my fists.

“I also enjoy games, both video and board. But as of late my free time is few and far between. I am watching my niece half of each week. Not forever, just long enough to work through some legal hiccups.”

My eyebrows lift. He’s got custody of Maka? I want to push but it would ruin the vibe. I can ask him later, when we’re not roleplaying.

The thought flies from my head when I see him rub his nose. Now, he doesn’t just casually rub it. He massages it with a thumb, enough to make it crinkle. 

“E-excuse me,” he turns to the side and draws out the handkerchief from his breast pocket. “Hnk-CHZZieu!” 

I swallow and jerk my gaze away. 

This is a first date! He wouldn’t know about my fetish!

Ren sniffles and faces me again. “Apologies. My allergies have been acting up all day.”

Uhhh…what??

“Uhh…what?”

“Yes, they become quite unruly in the fall.”

“Hmm-mhm,” I’m pretending to peruse the drink menu. I sip my wine. I’m vanilla. Hello, fellow vanilla!

He takes a drink himself and then looks at me. “What games do you like to play, Skye?”

I accidentally slap my menu on the table. “Wha-oh, uhm,” I suck my teeth, “World of Warcraft, Cuphead, Fallout. Lots of kinds.”

“Do you play with a partner?”

Is he asking because he knows Leo is going to join me?

“Not yet,” I say as casually as I can.

“You would like to branch out then? Perhaps have a team?”

I think about that for a moment. We all four love games. Sasha wants to stream her artwork, too. This might be a really good idea.

I twist my pinkie ring. “Maybe.”

“I would like to see that.”

I try to interpret what that means. Does he want to be part of the channel? Me and Ren…playing games together. Like we used to. 

“I wish I could be a streamer.”

Ren looked at me. “You could be.”

I laughed. “Nah. I’m too much of a depressed mess.”

“You have the personality for it. You can post what you want, when you want. It would be good for you--a less structured environment.”

I brushed my hair out of my face. “But what if I spiral and don’t post for like, months?”

“Your fans will understand.”

I tucked my head over my knees. “Maybe…”

He still supports me after all this time.

I gulp some more wine. Ren has barely touched his.

Our salads arrive and I use that as an excuse to not speak. I’m nervous. I don’t know why. I feel like I need to make a good impression, even if this isn’t a real ‘first date’.

Ren makes a few comments about the salad and I nod along, lost in thought.

I’m fighting a losing battle with a stubborn crouton that will not get on my fork. 

Finally! 

“Hh--RSSZHEIU!” 

I jerk with a start, the crouton doing a victory flip back into my bowl. 

“Uhhh,” I fix my gaze on his pinking nose. “Are you…okay?”

He holds up a finger and my thighs flex. 

Fuck. He knows how hot that is. 

The finger bobs a few times as he drags in breaths. “HNk’RZST! HET-ZZHH!” Another ragged inhale as he dips into his handkerchief, “HMPSHZZZ-UUU!” 

I glug my wine, eyes downcast as if I’m so interested in the rich color. 

“My apologies,” he says with a sniff. “I do believe I will be doing that quite a bit.”

My hand tightens around the glass. Asshole! He’s doing this on purpose!

Anger flickers in my gut. Why is he doing this? Is he not taking this first date thing seriously? 

“I need to use the restroom,” I say. I get up and hurry away but I can still feel his gaze on me as I flee.

There are three restrooms: men, women, and family. I consider using the family restroom but all I need is the sink. I walk into the women’s restroom. There are two stalls and two sinks. I splash my face with water. Refreshing as fuck. It cools me down after the heat of the previous moment.

I stand, bracing myself on the sink and exhale. 

Can I do this? Can he do this? What if things don’t go well? What if we just keep pissing each other off and it ruins the whole polycule. 

Fuck. I need to get ahold of myself. I need to just roll with it.

When I return, our steaks have arrived. I settle in and cut into mine. The knife they gave me is particularly sharp.

Ren ordered his steak rare. It’s red and juicy. He tucks the red meat between his lips, eyes on me, a half smile making his blue eyes dance.

“Is it to your liking?” he asks.

“Perfect.” I eat my piece and it is a symphony in my mouth. Gods, I love this place. 

We eat in silence for a few minutes. I’m not sure how to fill it. Which is weird. I’ve never had a problem talking to Ren.

My baked potato hasn’t been cut open. Weird. I take my knife and use my free hand to smush the sides. 

“KH-ERRRSZZZHHH!” 

My eyes fly up to Ren as he folds his napkin over his face. “HSSShhhRRR! EK’TssZZRRuuuuu!” 

He wipes his nose, eyes glassy and wet. He drinks in a sniff and looks at me. His eyes go wide. “Skye--” He reaches over to grasp my hand. My hand that’s covered in blood.

Fuck. I wasn’t watching where I was cutting and sliced it open.

Ren is standing now, grabbing all of the napkins to stem the flow.

“Bathroom,” he says as he helps me stand and guides me along. I'm still stunned as we wind around the bar where a few patrons give us strange looks. Ren pauses to speak with a server. She nods and hurries off. 

Ren takes me into the family restroom. There’s a changing table with supplies, a large chair, a bowl sink, and a stall.

Ren sits me on the chair and grabs some brown paper towels.

“Ren, I’m fine,” I say as he presses them to my wound. It’s still bleeding. 

Ren sniffles and absentmindedly rubs his nose with his wrist. 

“Fuck,” he rasps, drawing back from me. He keeps his hands around my bleeding wound and jerks to the side. “H’REzhu! Hn’ketZZZH!! AK’Tszzzhhh-ieu!!” 

My heart swells. I feel something stirring in my chest. Sure, it was hot, but it was more than that. I’m just not sure what.

“Ren, are you okay? Really?”

“Mmm…yes. I, ahm, sprayed cologne on my wrists. Cologne I am allergic to.”

I gasp and smack him. “You cheating ass!”

“I was not cheating. I used resources available to me.”

I roll my eyes. There’s a knock on the door. Ren moves to open it with clean paper towels. He mutters a thanks to whoever it is and closes the door again, now holding a small first aid kit. He sets it on the changing table and starts picking through it.

“Ren, this is really unnecessary.”

“Have you stopped bleeding?”

“No.”

He lets that answer speak for itself. When he comes back to me, he has a packet of bleedstop. 

“How does that stuff work?” I ask.

Ren shrugs. “I am certain Leo could tell us the intricacies of it. It seems a simple application.”

The stuff does manage to stop the bleeding but now there’s a powdery mess all over us. Ren is wrapping my hand now, his fingers drifting up to rub his nose every so often. Okay, pretty damn often. 

He’s also getting the powder all over his face. 

I grab a tissue from nearby and use my free hand to wipe the powder off his cheek. His eyes flick to mine and we stare at each other, still and silent. There’s something unspoken in our eyes. Something broiling on the edge, ready to spill over. Crash down.

His lips move. “Thank you, Skye.”

“No problem.”

The tension is thick enough to make a rope out of. Gods…what am I doing? I love him. I know I do. Why is this so hard? I’m supposed to be pretending I don’t know him. Don’t feel like I could spend every waking moment with him. And I can’t remember why that was a good idea.

His nostrils twitch. And the memory comes back. This is what’s making the date so hard. 

He draws in a small sniff, then a short exhale. It’s his softest buildup. The one he does when he’s trying not to make a fuss--trying to fight off the sneeze.

Sniff. Exhale.

Sniff…longer exhale.

Ugh, I can only stand it so long.

I fold up two more tissues and press them to his nose. 

Ren looks alarmed but not for long. Tears leak out of his eyes. I feel his nostrils widen under my fingers. The rush of air from his lips in my palm. He tries to pull away, but I jerk him back by the nose and he dissolves into a fit in my palm.

“Hxngsh! H’SHH! Hgnk-EK’tzzzieu!!” 

In the back of my mind, my fet brain is freaking out. This is the shit, it says. But feeling him like this, doing something so intimate--that I wouldn’t think twice about doing a year ago…

Pressure hardens in my stomach, and I feel the sting of tears. 

I let him grab the tissues to clean up and turn away from him. He finishes wrapping my hand and cleaning us both up. 

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

I shake my head. I don’t know why I feel so melancholy. Like this date was our last chance. And it’s ruined. We can’t be a normal couple. 

Ren finishes cleaning and tossing the trash.

“Ren,” I circle a lock of hair with my finger. “Why did you use the cologne?”

He pauses. Considers. “I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. I…” he stares down at the medical kit. “I wanted you to want me.”

“We were supposed to be strangers. Have a normal date.”

“I don’t want a normal date.”

I slip off the chair and wobble to my feet, “W-what?” He’s getting emotional. Very emotional. I can see his pained expression in the mirror.

“Skye,” he says, composing himself, “I wish to be with you. I agreed to this date because it is what you wanted. But I would rather be with Skye.” He licks his lips and turns to face me, his eyes a piercing blue. “I cannot pretend I am not in love with her.”

My tears fall and fuck…Ren! Fuck! All I want is to be with him. And he says this? I want to scream. I want to rage. I want to throw the damn medical kit at him and shout Why aren’t we just making out, then??

But instead, I find myself in his arms, kissing him. Kissing him hard--Oh gods his lips taste so good! His hands move up my back and I don’t know how we are suddenly entwined but his lips crush mine, I nip at his lip, I am drinking him in and gods…YES! I love him I love him I love him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” my voice is barely a whisper but each time I say it, he drives his kisses harder against my neck, my jaw, my lips.

Then, he lifts me up against the wall and shows me how much he loves me too.

#LSSR ship #Ren and Skye #allergies #snz fic #snz #snz tease #whump #caretaking #falling in love #fluff #drama #I love these two and I'm glad they're finally back together #It's going to be fun going on in the future #ZenOcs #mywriting #LSSR

[peterfankoffski]

💜👓😚 + Lautski? hhh <3

“How’s mainland college life?” Steph asked.

“Only slightly better than high school,” Pete’s voice replied from her phone. “Other than me being blind as a bat right now.”

“You’re what??”

“I kinda face planted into a wall when I was entering the lobby of my dorm,” Pete said. Even over the phone, Steph just knew he was going red with embarrassment. “I missed the door by like…a foot. And the impact broke my glasses.”

“Fuck, are you okay?”

“Nothing’s too injured, luckily. I just can’t see shit.”

“What happened leading up to that, anyway? I know there’s gotta be a story, that is unlike you.”

“I got distracted looking at a mural across the road,” Pete said quietly. “It was like? Black and purple, had a lot of hearts?” He paused for a moment. “I dunno, it kinda reminded me of you.”

Steph laughed. “You giant dork. You’re the sweetest, you know that?”

Pete quietly chuckled. “I try my best,” he said.

“And you do great,” Steph said. “Have you ordered new glasses yet?”

“Ted’s supposed to come pick me up next week so I can get new ones from the optometrist in Hatchetfield,”

“Cool,” Steph said. “Think you’ll have time to hang out then?”

“I can make time,” Pete said. “Could you uh, put your phone on speaker? I had a meme already prepared for whenever I’d come back to Hatchetfield the first time. I guess I’m lucky it’s still the first picture in my photos.”

Steph turned the call to speaker and waited for Pete’s text to go through. After a moment, she was met with this:

Steph smiled. She hadn’t pegged Pete as the type to even save relationship memes. The image was sweet nonetheless.

“I’m holding you accountable to that,” she said.

On the other line, Pete was audibly smiling, too. “I know,” he beamed.

#team starkid #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #nightmare time #abstinence camp #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #steph lauter #stephanie lauter #Lautski #Stephski #em writes fics #ask game #i also walked into a wall on move in day but unlike Pete I have no excuse I’m just stupid 🤍 /lh

[wndaswife]

Ohh I can definitely agree, January is definitely a slow moving month but I also kind of love it at the same time. It allows me to take a step back to slowly do things that I love and gives me the motivation to stay active in my self-care routines. Though it does feel like it's moving a bit faster than usual, probably because I'm anxious of turning 20 in February hhh

To be honest it kinda shocks me to think that some people think marvel movies are like that. Then again I try not to focus on their opinions too much cause it just seems like they can't enjoy a decent film or show without dissecting every little thing to criticize it negatively.

Though yeah Wind River was amazing even though I needed to take a break from serious films for a bit. I tend to really get invested in the storyline to the point where I can feel all the feelings/emotions the characters are going through and I end up just extremely emotionally drained afterwards. I don't know a better way to describing it but yeah ^^"

Out of curiosity though and a completely separate subject, have you ever watched a horror musical or is it not your thing?

- 🦐

ahhh that’s so true that it is moving pretty fast i mean it’s already been like two weeks since i last wrote anything.. 9 days since my library book became overdue… time flies even when you’re not having fun LMAO. im feeling lucky to have a late birthday i wanna do things before im 20.. meanwhile i’ve been laying on the couch for the last eight hours lord

when’s your birthday??? :D

people who take the high grounds with art are really terrible i can’t stand them

i’ve watched rocky horror picture show! i actually haven’t finished it ufhtjfnfkfn it was a really good movie tho i should pick it up again :) what are some other horror musicals??? i can’t think of any

#rae responds #🦐 anon

[bunny-rambles]

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ 💕

oh my God yes do sleep. do sleep for a lot actually.

recently i've finally be able to sleep till late again and even tho i'm gonna totally regret it when deadlines get tighter again it does feel so good rn hhh

and yeah!! good friends are wonderful!! God knows my life is so much better now i have my friends with me so i'm grateful you found someone like that for you <3

and of course i will! will totally fix my tumblr account beforehand tho because rn it's kind of a mess ahah

i'm not really big on discord but this would just give me a nice reason to start using it again lmao :' so yeah if ya ever gonna leave tumblr just gimme a day's notice so i can organise myself

i did actually take a bubble bath. like, technically i only bathed my feet in a bucket bc my tub is being occupied by my turtle but yeah my feet now feel way better :') also yes! will tell you how the soup goes! i'm really looking forward to it cause i love the flavour of bamboo and all but ngl some of the ingredients in that soup are hard to source even in my city's most stocked chinese area ;;; oh well it's gonna be worth anyways

feel like i wanted to say something smarter but like. i keep forgetting stuff since tumblr doesn't allow you to look at the messages you're replying to ahah. oh well, it probably wasn't that important, so i'll just go back to playing pokémon

by the time you'll see this it'll probably be afternoon for you so like, hope by then you'll have slept well!

lots of love

- 🍓

P.S. it's kinda dumb but like recently i've put red nail polish on and since then i've always dressed in red so you can say i'm a human life strawberry now :'

‘Sleep for a lot’,

Hehe I slept for a whole day :,) sorrryyy it’s been quite busy this weekend.

Yeah, I do have great friends, I’m scared they’re going to one day turn their back on me and leave but for now I’m so lucky to have them. In and out of tumblr, people recently have been treating me so nicely. I really am not used to it, but it’s a lovely feeling.

But of course, I don’t care about how messy the account is, when that day comes I will happily give you my disc so we can talk, even if it’s just a default tumblr account <33 but for now that’s not happening, I’m just a little low on inspiration and a bit burned out, but hopefully I’ll have something out soon.

Yesss treat yourself !! You absolutely deserve it, and I hope the soup tasted good !! And aww, that’s adorable, a real strawberry :,) we can twin together, I have red hair and green eyes, so I have the colour of a strawberry and the green stalk at the top hehe. I hope you’re having a good day, this is a bit of a mess because I’m half asleep but I didn’t want to leave this any later <33

#bun speaks #🍓 anon

[rotatemp3]

AGDHAJD THE PICTURE WITH THE TAILCOAT AHDBSJDNSJS HE LOOKS SO DISTINGUISHED the other look got me like 👌👀 and then that fucking gold embroidered tailcoat with slick backed hair has me 😍😭 like hello mr darcy sir but make him sexy and rude ahdhajd he looks like he'd be the most eligible bachelor at the soirée and every girl is tripping over themselves just for a chance to dance with him,,,sir I have no dowry to offer for marriage but I'd like a dance too 😭

HHHHHHH the sexy picture and the fancy pants picture next to each other is just like!!! the duality!!!!! he’s like the definition of duality!!! ALSO HHHHH him as mr darcy im just like losing my goddamn mind over here like where is this man going with his fancy outfit i need to find him and court him <3 changkyun’s outfit is like i need to be the sexiest man in this ballroom goddddd im still losing it lads is anyone else still not ok

#hhhhh #your message made me smile sooooo much #if you were at the dance i bet changkyun would ask you if you want to dance with him <3 #wow #you’re so lucky hhh #goddddd he’s so sexy though #im frothing at the mouth <3 #dany bear #mail 💌

[languor-em]

OKAY BUT THIS IS??? GENUINELY SO CUTE I??? HHH GIVE GRIME BOT A BAATTHH

PSA that I do actually feel Love and Affection (romantic) for our lovely little bastard man P03 and that more requests for them are mORE THAN WELCOME

Anyway!! This was a fun one to do!! Yet again written at work, so!! Enjoy!! :D

Hello My Old Heart (P03 x GN!Reader)

In which P03 gets a much needed bath.

“Fucking- stop squirming! You can’t even feel this!”

This did nothing to dissuade the robot’s squirming- the all-powerful Scrybe of Technology proceeding to squawk indignantly and try to whack you with their claw. You dodged, rather deftly at that, by now well used to their particular brand of antics.

They muttered under their breath, various garbled bleeps tipping off to the fact that the metal bastard was, in fact, cursing you out like a thirteen-year-old boy. You dipped your rather stained rag back into its bucket of cold water and cleaning detergent, pointedly making sure you splashed P03 right in the screen as you moved to continue scrubbing at a patch of rust on their head. They sputtered, the crank on their head spinning around and their expression shifting to something pretty hilariously outraged. To your credit, you had made a pretty valiant effort not to laugh before you failed miserably. A few chuckles escaped you, and P03’s face displayed an expression you could really only describe as pouting.

“Oh, laugh it up, why don’t you? Especially as you try to kill me!”

You fixed them with a rather unimpressed look, taking silent, smug note of their fans kicking up in activity and their expression flickering a tad more than what was normal. You rolled your eyes- the gesture reading more as ‘exasperated fondness’ than ‘actively annoyed’, lightly bapping their equivalent of a forehead and squeezing the excess water from your rag.

“Hush up,” you playfully scolded, gently working at the caked on rust and grime around their screen, “You and I both know that’s not true. Besides, it’s just a bath Babe, and a long overdue one at that.”

They grumbled again, averting their gaze and slumping down further than they were before. You were almost certain they would have had their arms crossed petulantly if they could have done so.

Lucky you- your partner of god only knows how many years was a spoiled little bastard.

You sighed gently as a certain kind of quiet settled over the both of you like a blanket, shifting about to get better angles at which to clean them. You kept your movements slow and gentle, by now well aware of their dislike of forceful handling. Sure, water wouldn’t kill them, nor would a bit of heavy-handed scrubbing, but your top priority always had been- and still was- making them as comfortable as possible. At the end of the day, they were just as frightened as everyone else after all. Even if they refused to admit it. But, that’s where you came in- a gentle and distinctly human touch in their cold and hard world of metal and moving parts.

You smiled lovingly as you ran your rag down the side of their head, resting a gentle hand on the other and tracing our thumb along the worn metal there.

“I just worry about you, Love,” you murmured, your tone far softer than the one you usually took, “You’re always so focused on keeping everything moving- I wish you’d make time to take better care of yourself.”

P03 remained quiet, their screen flickering to those familiar ellipses and their fans going quiet for a moment. You knelt down, placing your rag back in its bucked and your hands on their shoulders.

You knew what they were thinking- that they didn’t deserve to take care of themself. That their duties as a Scrybe took precedence. That they were nothing beyond that, no matter how much their actions proved the contrary. They always pretended to be self assured, to be confident in themself and beyond doubt- but you knew that that was not the case. They felt just as much as everyone else- if not more so- and it was your job as both mechanic and partner to help them process everything that crossed their mind. Their doubts, their sadness, their mistakes, their joys- everything. As much as it broke your heart, their insecurities were a part of them. And you loved every part of them.

“Hey,” you said, squeezing their shoulders and offering them a sweet, loving smile, “You know I love you, right? And you know that you’re beautiful?”

Their expression finally returned, and it was not one you saw very often. Timidity was never something they wore often, after all.

“I know,” they finally murmured, their voice crackling at the edges, “I love you, too.”

You smiled, pressing your forehead to theirs and moving to cradle the back of their head in one of your hands. You remained like this for a long, blissful moment, reveling in your partner’s presence and enjoying the loving silence that had fallen over the both of you.

That was, until P03, the emotionally constipated bastard they were, broke that silence.

“You do know that there are waay more important things than giving me a ‘bath’ to do, right?”

You chuckled lightly, finally moving away and once again reaching for the rag, “Oh? Is there? Please, do enlighten me.”

They were quick to do so, sitting up straight and gesturing wildly with their one good hand.

“You could be fixing that busted pipe in the dredging room!”

“Already did, Love.”

“Or! Or! You could be recalibrating the computers along the assembly line! They’re overdo!”

“I did that, like, a week ago." You teasingly raised a brow, "Wow Babe, you really need to pay better attention to what happens around here.”

They sputtered, the sound drawing a few laughs from you, “I play plenty of attention, thank you very much! You’re just… Sneaky!”

“Sneaky?” You laughed, your free hand moving to clutch your metaphorical pearls, “So I’m sneaky now, am I?”

“Very!” They exclaimed, “Far too sneaky if you ask me!”

“Sneaky enough to get you to fall for me?”

They all but screeched, their fans kicking up by what had to have been two whole notches and their screen fizzing out into a staticy mess. You cackled, and they proceeded to aggressively beep various curse words and attempt to hit you with their flailing claw.

God, you loved this bot.

No matter how stubbornly stinky they were.

#HERE IT IS HERE IT IS #P03 P03 #THEM!!! HIM!!! I LOVE THEM!!! #thank you so much for the request i--- i care them #this is another pre-established relationship of course!!! with the mechanic reader i mentioned in a another post!! #they sort kf just-- wormed their way into p03's heart #it helps that they're rhe only one keeping them running ahamab #and clean #stinky stinky robit needs a good wipe down #also a hug- and maybe a kiss #idk man-- i just love them #anyway!! i love you all!! drink some water!! #p03 inscryption #p03 x reader #x reader #inscryption x reader #ron writes #inscryption #inscryption spoilers