#//Eyyyy I'm back home!

[yumichikah]

He's bringing back flowery yukatas for the summer.

[64sue]

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 <𝟑 | 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

pairing: Lando Norris × fem reader/girlfriend

summary: you and Lando were at party at local club at Monaco with other drivers. You were a little drunk and Lando suggested going home...

warnings!: +18, smut?, cute names (baby, love stuff), unprotected sex

author note: !eng is not my first language! so sorry for all mistakes, requests are open, hope you'll enjoy this, love u all 🤍

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Lando brought more drinks to your table. He was the only one not drinking. You and Lando were at the local club in Monaco with other drivers: Max with Kelly, Carlos with Rebecca, Charles with Alexa, George with Carmen and Oscar with Lily.

It's been a week since the season ended. You wanted just to go to a lil party to celebrate successful 2023 season. Everyone was already kinda tipsy but Lando put on the table more colorful drinks - the only sober person things. You were on the first floor of the club in the VIP zone. You didn't want any confusion due the popularity, that's why you chose this place.

When you're drunk you are much touchy than normal, of course you always love your boyfriend's physical touch, but after alcohol well... it's something different... When Lando sat on his place on a big sofa, without asked you sat on his laps. Lando seemed lil surprised at first but quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder to get a better view of the others.

"What did I do to deserve such surprises baby? Am I that good driver hmm?" - he whispered straight to your ear.

You blushed and giggled - "You deserve all the best baby" - you turned your head and gently touched the tip of his nose with your index finger.

He smirked - "I love you too baby" - whispered.

Everyone raised their drinks in the air - "for the best F1 season and next even better" - Oscar shouted.

"Your first season roookie" - Lando laughed - "I'm joking, you did really great job in this your rookie season" - added quickly.

Everyone tipped their glasses and drank to a great toast. Then, conversations about last season started.

"Does anyone remember this iconic George pose in official intro" - Charles shouted

"Eyyyy your weren't better Charles!" - George said

"Okey okey guys calm down" - Carlos started "I was the only one who won the race and isn't in RedBull!" - said it with proud. Max started to laugh loudly.

"Nooooo I was literally on your rear wing" - Lando shouted back.

"I'm not gonna comment this" - George said with calm in his voice. At this sentence everyone started laughing.

Everyone were talking and laughing when suddenly you turned around on Lando's laps so you were sitting sideways to him. You were already drunk.

You put your hands around his neck. With one hand you ran your fingers through his perfect brown curls. You knew how bad it turns him on. He smirked at you. Still with your hand in his curls you got closer to his neck and placed gentle kisses on it. You felt him jump inside from your touch.

"Baby please, not here" - he whispered into your ear when you rested your head on his shoulder.

"We can go if you want to... you know, we can finish it at home" - he smirked at you and gave you a soft kiss on your cheek. Your cheeks were already pink from too many drinking drinks.

You raised up your gaze to look at him. "Yeah baby if you say so, we can go now" - your eyes looked already tired because of alcohol but you don't really care. Now, all your thoughts were focused on Lando, how perfect he looks and what you can do to him when you finally get into your apartment.

You and Lan stood up, said goodbye to all and quickly left the club. The night was quite cold and was almost 2 am. Lando gave you his jacket to make sure you wouldn't get cold. You get into his McLaren 765LT spider and you went to your apartment. You and Lan didn't live in the center of Monaco, so it was a 20 min of drive. Lando put his hand on your thighs what really turned you on and he knew it.

You were driving for 10 minutes now on a very poorly lit road. Suddenly, you noticed something resembling a parking lot but without any lighting. You had an idea...

"Lando pull over here please baby, I have to tell you something and and it's reaaaally important pleaseeee" - you almost begged and made the cutest puppy eyes as you could do.

Lando drove off the road and stopped the car.

"So love, tell me what's so important that it can't wait until we get there?" - his voice sounded slightly worried. He looked straight into your eyes.

In one quick movements you jumped into his laps. "Okey right baby..." - you rolled your eyes - "that was nothing, I just want you now right theree" - the last part you whispered into his ear.

Lando put his hands on your hips - "Babe we ca..." - he didn't finish, you placed soft kisses on his neck.

"I don't care Lan, I want you here nowww" - you ran your fingers through his hair and continue to kiss his neck and you did a few hickeys on it. In the same time you gently moved your hips on his, you knew how badly he likes it. Lando can't help but pushed his chair back to give you more space between him and the steering wheel.

"If you say so baby" - he smirked at you with this his sassy gaze and with one smooth move he took off your top and immediately after that your bra with also ended up on the floor. You helped him to take off his shirt and you threw it back.

Lando closed gap between your lips and gave you gentle but dominate kiss. In the same time his hands found way to your boobies and he squeezed them both. He played with your nipples and you moaned into his mouth with pleasure. Your tongues were busy in fight for dominance. Finally you softly broke the kiss to catch your breath. Lando get closer to your neck kissed softly your skin and he placed a few hickeys on your neck too.

"B- baby I need you n..." - this time you didn't finished. You felt Lando slided off your underwear under your skirt. You didn't have time to say anything when you felt two strong fingers circled slowly in your clit and his other hand was on your waist - you moaned to him with pleasure and threw your head back. In the same time he started to suck your nipple and place gently kisses on your boobies in such a way that you cannot focus on his one activity.

"L- Laan" - you moaned so he immediately started to circle his fingers faster and harder. You felt that you get closer and closer to the edge.

"Landoo I- I'm so c- close, d- don't stop pleasee" - your words weren't coherent through your moans.

Lando slowed the pace a little - "So tell me baby, tell me how badly you want to come, tell me how badly you want to cum into my fingers" - your hands landed on the back of his neck.

"Baby I'm so needy, I need to cum in your fingers, please baby let me cumm" - you almost begged him. Lando put his fingers deeper and moved them faster and harder than before - you moaned louder with a big pleasure. He close the gap between your lips again.

"I'm a- almost t- there"- you moaned into his lips. A few seconds later you came into his fingers and moaned loudly into his lips. He took out his fingers from your completely wet pussy and broke the kiss to catch some air. As you sat on his lap again you felt how hard he is.

"If you want me so bad baby..." - he moved closer to your ear and whispered - "then ride it babyy" - he lifted his head and looked at you with his sassy smile. He didn't have to wait long for your answer. You started to unbutton his belt and then unbutton also his jeans. You helped him to slide off his jeans and boxers and then you finally saw how big and hard he is. Lando helped you to take off your underwear.

You lifted your hips and sat on his dick with your wet pussy. You moaned when he put him deeper and deeper into your clit. In the same time Lando squeezed your boobies with his both hands. It tasted god damn good... you again can't focus on one activity and Lan knew exactly how it turned you on. You rolled your eyes with pleasure and threw your head back.

Lando placed his hands on your hips and moved you slowly up and down which made you moan louder.

"Lan b-baby fa- faster" - you moaned. He moved your hips faster and put his dick deeper inside your clit. His chock perfectly fitted to your pussy, you felt more and more full.

"I'm c-close baby, please c-cum with me baby pleaseee" - you almost whispered this into his ear. You were so close, Lando placed gentle kiss on your half open mouth because of moans. Seconds later you came again but this time into his dick, you moaned loudly into his mouth and gripped your hands on his shoulders. Then he came too, filled all your clit with his warm cum. You lifted your head to catch some air but you still sat on his dick. Lando moved his arms to your back and your fingers run through his hair. You looked at each other and just enjoyed this moment.

Lando gave you a subtle neck kiss and lifted your hips and pulled out his dick from your clit.

"So baby, can we go back now hmm?" - he looked straight into your eyes. You placed gentle kiss in his soft pink lips.

You rolled your eyes - "Yeah we can now" - you smirked to him - "but tell me baby, is it worth it huh?" - you asked with this sassy gaze.

"Definitely worth it love" - he smiled and gave you quick kiss. You climbed back to the passenger seat. Lando gave you back your underwear and top and he pulled on his boxers and jeans. He reached for his shirt and gave you also his jacket to make sure you're not cold.

[the-golden-vanity]

I've already heard of at least a few of the stories you mentioned from your time aboard the Pride of Baltimore (I think), but I'm very intrigued by the mention of the nightmare guest?

Oh.

GOD.

(Long post incoming)

So this guy was a retired ex-navy guy, and he'd signed up both to go on the transit up the coast, and on the transit home, because of his belief in "symmetry and balance." He sure loved to hear himself talk. Mostly about himself, or things he was interested in that weren't necessarily things other people were interested in. If the person he was talking to moved away, he would keep on talking. He walked around constantly in swim trunks, or even just his underwear.

So far, so annoying, but not any worse than your standard annoying guy, right?

Shipmates, it gets worse.

We were delayed a day getting out of port due to a tropical storm, but once we got going, this man's complaints started. Mainly, that he couldn't sleep because the timbers of the boat were creaking. He said it was louder than the Navy rifle ranges, and that he was now "on strike" and would no longer be doing any guest crew activities. (It was not louder than a Navy rifle range. It was normal boat noises.)

...sir, this is a wooden ship. The timbers are going to creak. You should have known this when you signed up.

Anyway, old man yells at cloud, whatever, but one afternoon during the trip, my watchmates and I are on deck, and we see this man emerge from the main hatchway, in his swim trunks, and open the engine room hatch. NO ONE should be going through that hatch except the chief engineer and whichever crew/guest crew members are doing boat checks, and since he wasn't on watch, we had no idea what he was doing. He reaches in, pulls out a pair of the noise-canceling headphones that hang on the engine room ladder for use in the engine room when the engines are on, and heads back down the main hatchway to his berth. All of us hanging out by the helm just kind of look at each other and shrug.

(I wasn't around for this part, but the chief engineer told me later that when she realized the headphones were missing and went to ask him for them back, he went ballistic on her, threatened to call OSHA on the ship, blamed her for all the noises, and threatened vandalism. Lovely.)

Anyway, fast forward about 12 hours, I'm on watch again! One of my watchmates offers to go below and get us some snacks. On this particular vessel, snacks are stored under the captain's seat (aka the "snack settee") at the head of the mess table. But my watchmate comes up empty-handed, and tells us that one of the guests (guess which one) is currently passed out on the snack settee, which we all think is really weird, but we don't want to be the people to wake him up.

WELL.

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, after we'd been relieved on watch and fallen back into our bunks asleep, the captain found this man pissing himself and projectile vomiting all over his berth and the main salon. I woke up for lunch (0-4 and 12-16 watch, eyyyy) to find the captain sitting on the floor with this man, who is bemoaning everything that led him to this, and the trash bags full of all his piss and vomit-covered belongings. Right before I go up for watch, I'm asked if this man's former bunkmate, another Boat Owning Old Guy, can berth with me instead, so I say, "yeah, sure," because what else could I do? I wouldn't want to stay in a berth where all of that had happened, either.

Anyway, after this, nightmare guest doesn't interact much with the rest of us, which is honestly... fine, but the real kicker comes after a fast transit and an unfavorable wind to our eventual destination, which results in us spending a two nights in the delightful queer resort town of Provincetown. On our second night, mindful that we're going to be mustering all hands to sail out at 5 AM, I come back to the ship at around midnight, and get a text from the first mate asking if I've seen the nightmare guest, since now that I'm back he's the only one missing. I tell her I haven't seen him since lunch, since that's true. My now-bunkmate is still up, so I ask him. He says he and two other Boat Owning Old Guys (including the nightmare guest) had gone to a country music bar, and when he and one guy left, the nightmare guest didn't want to go. As I drift off to sleep, I notice the captain and the first mate taking turns checking the main salon, checking up on deck, seeing if he's shown up without their noticing. No luck.

Well, 5 AM rolls around, we're about to take down the gangway, pull in the hawsers, and leave, but the nightmare guest still hasn't returned to the ship. The captain and the first mate are openly talking about leaving him behind. And then they get a call: he's in the drunk tank at the local jail. He apparently stayed at the bar where the other guests had left him until closing time, and then was too intoxicated to leave under his own power, so they had to take him to jail to sleep it off.

...Anyway, he had to be informed that he was not going to be making the return journey with the ship, and would have to find his own way back home. I'm not sorry to have seen the last of him.

[tansyuduri]

Merlin Loregasm Rewatch S1E7

Hi Everyone! Welcome to my rewatch of Merlin focusing on the lore. I am a giant nerd so pretty excited about this. We’re on THE GATES OF AVALON

Okay so them being atacked in the forest and Arthur not batting an eyelid means that this can happen fairly often and is not that strange. Uther claims he saved Camalot from anarchy and I expect he did in most villages but the roads and wilderness are not always safe. (Good news for fanfiction writers.) This is the first time we see this is the case I believe when it's not a magical attacking issue. HOWEVER Arthur and Merlin still go out alone a great deal.

Tir Mawr legit just means "Large Land" in Welsh.

The wiki assumes that Tirmawr is a land in Avalon. I dunthink so based on Uther seeming to know what it is, and the fact that the name is Welsh while sidhe spells are in old Irish.

Funfact Caerleon was the home of King Arthurs Court in the original Welsh version. Caerleon is now a town and comunity in Newport Wales. In the iron age (pre roman) it was home to a warlike tribe and the center of a wealthy trading network. It later became a Roman Port. In the 5th century (relatively around Merlin times) it became part of the new kingdom of Gwent.

What trouble? Does he mean her visions? It could be because he reminds her not to tell Uther about it. But if she did with previous dreams you would think Uther would have jumped on it one way or another. I think he means somthing else by how Morgana reacts. I bet she was a huge prankster as a child or kept doing non girly things and trying to learn fighting, or pushing limits. and since "Morgana can do no wrong" in Uthers eyes he looked for someone else to blame. (I may be slightly biased here since it fits my headcannons about young Morgana just a headsup.)

EYYYY First sidhe staff blast and first appearance of eyes turning red during sidhe magic! Sadly we don't see the blast on screen and just hear it.

Arthur: Well I'm supposed to be on Patrol with the guard and my father this morning.

Ok! So part of Arthur's duties seem to be going on patrol with the guard and Uther. This is probably a fairly normal thing. But I expect its happening right now more due to the fact some nobles were attacked in the woods recently.

Urged to tell Uther about her vision of Arthur drowning (More on this later) this is how Morgana reacts. Later Gaius tells merlin the Seer's Art is separate from magic but close to it. But I think Morgana just thinks of it as magic because Gaius never tells her anything. I mean she does have other magic, but at this point she doesn't know it.

Merlin confirms these are indeed tomatoes in an earlier line. Which means Camalot has tomatos, I have my wizard theory but my freind @catsconflictscopicsandchamomile And I talked about another theory she has. About Perhaps the Vikings in the Merlin world formed a bit earlier, and reaching more into America and starting a bit of a trade network. That these American crops were indeed grown in Briton BUT were gone by the time of the Norman conquest because the soil was not right for them.

I further propose that perhaps the volcanic winter of 536 and the subsequent late Antique little Ice Age (which lasted from then to 660) could have killed them. The battle of Camlan was supposed to take place in 537. However in this chronicle Arthur is pretty old then, while Arthur dies young in Merlin perhaps setting the battle back a bit in this timeline, Or even if it is not. It would have taken place at just the beginning of the late antique little ice age.

Okay first attempt to enchant Arthur its clearly starting to work but his eyes are not at all red yet. It gets broken off by a bandit atack and when he wants to go home she doesn't try again. It's possible Sophia is not the most powerful of sidhe and needs her victim's guard to be down.

Merlin: (About being put in the stocks) Honestly it wasnt my fault. Arthur wanted to get out of going on a patrol with Uther and the guard. so I covered for him and took the blame.

Gaius: And Arthur was prepared to let you do this?

Merlin: it was his idea!

Gaius: what made him neglact his duties? it must have been somthing terrably important

Merlin: Sophia

Gaius: The girl from the forrest

Merlin: He wanted to take her out for the day. he is besotted!

I find this conversation really interesting partly because it implies Sophia was working to enchant him before the first scene we see in the woods. That Sidhe enchanting the mind and making someone not act like themselves might be a long slow process. Gaius is surprised Arthur let Merlin take the fall because it is very out of character. And it is. We see Arthur take the blame for Merlin at times. And he never asks Merlin to take the fall for him EXECPT In these episodes when enchanted by the sidhe. Hell he doesn't do it when enchanted to fall in love with Lady Vivian, or when really in love with Gwen!

This furthers the idea I mentioned above.

Second eye reddening! This one had so magic he's just angry!

First look at what Sidhe think of humans. Also Arthur is neither weak or feeble so it implies Sidhe might have increased strength. Or she's just referring to him being mortal.

Okay so either Morgana has been jealous of other women Arthur has fallen for. OR Arthur has chalked up previous incidents to Morgana being jealous. I wonder how many times they might have crushed on the same woman growing up, or what else happened. Did she like see Arthur breaking an arm and be like "HEY bro! Don't try to impress the new girl that way!" Arthur all "hahaha you are jealous Morgana! *Falls and breaks arm* or was she actually jealous!?

Reasons why I think Arthur needed Gaius to dress him in season 5 is a practical joke.

Also Arthur asks merlin to cover for him again despite him being in the stocks. However he tells merlin to make sure he doesnt end up in the stocks. This is another sign of the enchanting being gradual. Weird music plays when he talks about Sofia as well. DID I MENTION GRADUAL? ALSO Merlin mentions potatoes thrown at him MORE AMERCIAN CROPS

She starts incanting and Arthur asks what are you doing. I think it's interesting. I mean he could chalk it up to her speaking in another language but when she continued without telling him he just stares. Either this is due to the GRADUAL enchantment or Arthur doesn't know enough about magic to clock it's what she is doing

When the enchantment finishes Her eyes glow red and then so do Arthurs. They don't stay red all the time but we now know he is udner the enchantment. So let's pay attention to WHEN his eyes glow red from now on.

Gaius: What do you know about seers?

Merlin: Not much, They're supposed to be able to see the future like Prophets

Gaius: it's said to be an innate ability. Those who have it are born that way. Some aren't even aware what they see is the future. It comes to them in their dreams Merlin: what's that got to do with Sophia Gaius: The night before she and Aulfric came to camalot, Morgana had a dream. Sophia was in it

Merlin: Before she arived in camalot?

Gaius: I've been watching Morgana since she was very young. And though I've tried to Persuade myself otherwise, I realized some of the things she said she dreamt came to pass. I kept it secret from uther of course, The gift of prophecy is to close to the work of magic

Merlin: you think Morgana is a seer?"

Gaius: I don't think it I fear it.

Okay so! Apparently a prophet and a seer are two diferant things. Prophets are never mentioned again but I think there are two possibilities both of which kinda mix Since seers are inate and born with the gift. It's possible that Prophets are people who gain the ability later in life. OR perhaps they are magic users who gain the ability to see with tools (Like Merlin does)

I think Gaius mentioning being afraid of it and trying to persuade himself otherwise is intersting. I think IF the theory that gaius actually kinda agreed with Uthers viewpoint about magic because he saw so many bad things happen is true, this might have been his turning point. He saw Morgana who he took care of being a seer and decided not to tell Uther. It also fits a lot with what we know about Gaius even if that theory is not the case. If he cares about someone with magic he will keep their secret. (or perhaps if he knows them as good).

Sophia: Our love is strong you feel the same way too

Arthur: I'd never let that happen

Sophia: you may not have the choice. There are some here who don't want us to be together. I'd never let them come between us

Arthur: I'd never let them come between us

Sophia: Because we are in love

Arthur: because we are in lvoe

Sophia: You must seek promission for us to marry so we can be together

Arthur: till death do us part

Sophia: till death do us part

Okay I think its intersting arthurs eyes are not glowing here, we know that when he wakes from the spell that he is appalled "WHAT WAS I THINKING" But they are also alone here. If Sophia was keeping his eyes from being red in the later marriage asking scene to not raise suspicion, he does not have to here? So when do eyes glow red. I think its when what is being done is VERY against what the person would normally do and when the spell is being placed. Which means Arthur here is not going fully against his normal behavior. If he loved someone he would be willing to throw away other people's objections in the end. He might try to marry someone inapropriate if he loved them. (Cough GWEN COUGH)

His eyes however DO glow red again when she leaves. NOT when she is encanting the spell again. Not when she kisses him Only when she says the last "till death do us part" and leaves I think this is because with her saying that then leaving part of his brain goes "WHOA HOLD ON" and then the sidhe magic is like NOPE you are doing what was asked!

There is more than one sidhe Elder. Later Merlin will kill one of them.

Sidhe being so fast Merlin has to slow time to see them is interesting. I think it is a nod to the fact that in celtic stories of the otherworld a lot of times someone can only stay there three days or three years, If they set foot on the real world again they die or find hundreds of years have passed otherwise because time passes differently in the sidhe world. (Can You tell I did a lot of research on this for a fic?)

I also love the gold clothing they wear and the fact Sophia has a lot of gold in her outfit. I think this is a reference to the Irish version of the Celtic otherworld which is said to have a lot in the way of precious metals in their architecture (CAN YOU TELL I DID A LOT OF RESEARCH ON THIS FOR A FIC?)

Those lights in the water do not move as they sidhe do, they are a reflection of what is in Avalon not what is in our world. Avalon is lit with pretty blue crystals I'm calling it!

Aufric: I promise you the soul of the greatest prince of all, Arthur Pendragon. Even the Sidhe are like you know this Arthur guy? Pretty rad not gonna lie. Either that or they are measuring greatest by fighting skill.. or care for their people or something. WHAT IS THE MEASUREMENT HERE.

Gaius: Avalon-what you saw at the lake, It's Avalon, it must be

Merlin: Whats-

Gaius: the Land of Eternal Youth. Mortals are only supposed to glimse it in the moment before death.

Merlin: I've seen it and I'm still ehre

Gaius: extradenary what did it look like

Merlin: Does it matter they are going to sacrifice Arthur! This fits best with the Irish version of the Celtic otherword in which it is not actually the place where dead people go but a paradise, with yes Eternal youth

(CAN YOU TELL I DID A LOT OF RESEARCH ON THIS FOR A FIC?)

Gaius: I found writing like this at the top of Alfrics's staff Its Ogham an anciant script "to hold life and death in your hands" From the writing on his staff and what you saw at the lake. I'm afraid I'm not certain. We're dealing with the sidhe

Merlin: that does not sound like a good thing

Gaius: They're masters of enchantment Merlin: you think Arthur's been enchanted? Gaius: Almost Certainly

Ok Ogham is an anciant script. It was used in Irland and parts of the UK beween the 5th and 9th centuries. So we have YET ANOTHER possible Irish conection. Also to hold life and death in your hands sounds a lot like the magic over life and death we see later!

This happens when Arthur tells the king hes gonna marry Sophia no matter what Uther says. Uther threatens and his and mentions executing them Arthur backtracks and he lets them go.

BUT SERIOUSLY WHOA Either Tirmawr, is REALLY not an important land. Or Uther does something really stupid here, Or he has absolute power on an insane level

See arresting nobles that are not from your land usually leads to war if you are not doing it while at war. If it's your own nobles you better have a good reason or the other nobles are NOT going to be happy. This kind of thing did happen with excuses in places where power was nearly absolute. But almost always with excuses about them being traitors or breaking laws ETC. The entire court can see Uther arresting them just to make a point. HE EVEN THREATENED TO EXECUTE THEM WTF UTHER!

Arthur: (packing) Get out

Merlin: I thought the king was a bit harsh

Arthur: I don't need sympathy Merlin, Especially not from you

Merlin: But I did think he had a point

Arthur: I ordered you to get out now leave me

Merlin: I know what you think youa re doing, and I know you think you are in lvoe with Sophia Arthur: Who Are you to tell me what I'm thinking!"

Merlin: I'm your freind

Arthur: No merlin you're my servant

Merlin: you don't know what you're doing. Shes cast a spell on you you're enchanted

This conversation is interesting because his eyes are not red, Some of these things are things he might say but NOT in the tone he uses and some of them seem OOC But his eyes are not red, so either the fact that they are close to things he might say in a diferant tone, Or they might be things he might have said to a typical servant at this stage in his development, might be causing this. I'm inclined to thing its the first one. Or perhaps my way of judging when eyes turn red is wrong.

Sophia: I told you people would try to keep us appart

Arthur: I won't let that happen

Merlin: Don't listen to her shes controling you

Sophia: we can elope together get away from this place these people Merlin: I saw you. I followed him they're planing to sacrifice you

Alfric: you let your servants speak to your guests this way

Merlin: I know what you're going to do because I followed you to the lake and I heard everything

Merlin: (turning to arthur) You have to belive me!

Sophia: Don;'t listen to him Arthur. Let's go, LEts leave tonight

Merlin: Shes going to kill you, Sophia plants to sacrifice you to buy a life of importality. if you go with her You'll die

Arthur: (Confused) "It doesnt make sence we're in love

Merlin: they're magical being look at the writing on the staff *tries to grab alfrics staff)

Alfric: (Tries to pull it away eyes growing red )

Merlin (speaking as Arthur is turned away from us) Look at his eyes look at them, Do you belive me now, I love this bit. It seems to support my theory. Arthur almost breaks out of it because he trusts Merlin and then the red eye comes back because it's against Arthur's nature not to trust Merlin. Also Merlin gets sidhe blasted making our Merlin death count reach two!

Arthur was underwater for 1 minite 36 seconds If Arthur was unconscious when he hit the water (And I think he should be considered such) he was likely fine, did not get water in his lungs much at all, and started breathing on his own after getting out of the water If he was awake he would likely NOT have fallen unconscious in that amount of time.

[zmediaoutlet]

okay first of all. Lovee the takes on each character/ship dynamic. second this one is kind of a given so I completely get it if you don't really have any opinions at all about them but I was wondering what your thoughts are on Sam/Jess. Obviously most people just think about them in the existing dynamic of the show but idk! Personally I find their dynamic to be really interesting in the context of what Jess is representative of to Sam. Especially in that time of his life. So I guess it's more of a question of if Sam/Jess is interesting to you, what makes it so and your thoughts on that.

As a backup question to that, thoughts on Dean/Jess? Dean/Jess/Sam?

eyyyy continuing the wine party into post-workout saturday morning tea party --

sam/jess:

to be honest friend, I'm falling into the "most people" category here because my real opinion about Jess is that she... basically isn't a person. And I love that for her, sincerely. Some characters really are tools in a story to spin in forward, and I am soooooo tired to death of all the carrying on about "fridging" and whatnot. Some characters are characters and some characters are narrative tools and, yes, bad luck to the angry ladies out there, spn is a show built on super classic-traditional bones about men who are getting revenge for the dead wife and what they learn along the way. That's good and fine. I'm into it.

with that aside, and given that she is a tool, I just -- don't... care about her. Like I thought about writing a fic one time as a demonstrative exercise called "Five Personalities Jessica Moore Could Have Had," because she's such a blank-slate (again, correctly!) in her like five minutes of screen time. We can't even count the djinn dream of Jess, because that was a pretty vision dreamed up by Dean to hurt himself worse, lol.

but as you say, her being representative of something to Sam is legit interesting -- he didn't fully engage in the relationship, he was gonna marry her without telling her the truth -- like a gay man desperately hitching himself to a nice wife in some misguided attempt to "fix" it. Like if he just tried hard enough he would be someone other than who he is. Which is the whole Sam-at-Stanford story, really. And it's an important part of his story -- the hero has to go away from home and return to it with a better sense of who he is -- but it makes Jessica entirely figural and metaphorical instead of being, again, a person. Like when Sam says in whatever late season ep that he "still thinks about Jess," I'm left going... really? Because even by late in the first season he's reoriented into the family revenge story, not specifically the for her revenge story. But if we reorient that to "I still think about the life I could have had" -- that, I believe. And she'd be part of that. Whatever her actual personality was. Apparently she made cookies. How... fridged wife of her.

WITH all that said, what I'm most interested in with stories that circle around Jess are stories that completely ruin that relationship, haha, because the whole point of it in the larger frame-story of Supernatural is that it has to end so Sam can get back to his real life. So -- if it's an AU where Sam for some reason stays at Stanford and they do get married, I'm only interested if their marriage kinda sucks and they get divorced by year five. (e.g. maybe, like his mother, he pretended he could be 'normal' but he keeps sneaking out on hunts after all, and Jessica thinks he's cheating, and they end up dead bedroomed, etc etc.) Or, if it's set during Stanford, I'd go for an almost horror-story dramatic irony fic where she's introduced to this tall hot guy by her smiling blond classmate Brady and we can see fate rearing up to grab her by the neck, and she feels almost compelled to stay, and she doesn't know why when Sam keeps obviously not telling her things but she forcibly dismisses it from her mind and goes he'll tell me someday. And then it's November 2nd. :)

Dean/Jess similarly I guess I'd only be interested in from a symbolic sense -- Dean attempting to get closer to Sam any way he can in the period of not-talking. I have no interest in Jess living -- her job is to die -- so it'd have to be still at Stanford, and it'd be a really tight window to make it work in a way that wouldn't screw up everyone because Dean isn't a piece of shit and Jess (being a figural Nice Girl who Dies) can't be a cheater. Maybe in the very early Sam and her have only gone on like one date but they're not an 'item' yet, Dean sees her at the bar after Sam leaves and decides he'll take her for a spin...? Eh, that's too mean. So, I guess not for me. And I never like ot3s so the other one is not for me either. But if you can make it terrible and Jess dies at the end anyway, maybe!

[christian-oc-tournament]

Already put this in the reblogs but I suspect it might get better reach in the ask box! And it's propaganda week, right? So the submission limits might be off.... >:)

And now, a snippet of probably-canon story, narrated by Vellatra!

Night had fallen. Not that the light had changed, here inside the cliffs. But a bit of a hush, a lull in activity, had fallen over the neighborhood. We couldn't see the sun, but somehow, we always knew anyway. It was time to sleep.

But not for me. I never could, not anymore. I'd lie there alone in that big empty bed, haunted by the void that lay beside me, where Lucard should have been.

Besides, sleeping wouldn't bring Nabikio back either.

"He's still out there somewhere," I repeated to myself. It sounded more fake every time I did, but I choked those feelings back and carried on anyway. I peeked inside my girls' room - they were both sleeping peacefully. Thank goodness they could, at least. I laced up my boots, went out on the porch, and flew quietly away down the street, alighting on my parents' doorstep.

Please be awake, I thought, peeking inside. For once, luck was with me. Too little, too late, but still something.

"You're up late," said Dad, looking up from his carpenter's bench, where he was doing bookwork. He took a sip from a steaming mug. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," I said. "Well, nothing new." I walked up to the bench. The familiar scent of Mom's herbal tea blend wafted faintly by. "Is Darluca here?"

Dad's eyebrow kinked. "No. He hasn't been home in a couple of days. Mom's starting to get worried, but... well, we all know where he is. Again."

I grunted in sad understanding. "I'll go look for him."

"...Maybe don't bring him back right away, if he's bad off," Dad sighed. "Mom's already upset; no need to make her worse. There's nothing we can do to stop him, now that he's a grown man."

"Thanks for the direction, Dad. Say hi to Mom for me." I started to pivot toward the door again, but stopped when his hand gently snagged my arm.

"Are you taking care of yourself, Vell? Eating? Sleeping? You look... worn."

I hesitated, flitting between being annoyed and tired. Then I sighed softly. "I just... can't."

His arms came around my shoulders. "I'm sorry," he whispered, not for the first time, and probably not the last. Out of everyone, I think he felt the worst about what had happened. My father and I had a special understanding now, for he, too, had lost a bound one once.

I squeezed his hand, locking my concentration into the night's business to avoid cracking. "Thanks Dad. I have to go."

"Good luck, honey."

I didn't dare look back at him - the sadness was starting to get the better of me. "Good night." I left the house, as quickly as was polite. Then I spread my wings again and continued down the street.

Traffic was sparse, and it took me very little time to get to the part of town my youngest brother liked to haunt. There was a bit of a ruckus at the doorway to one of the rougher taverns, and I landed nearby just in time to see him get thrown out by a burly sor bouncer, accompanied by some rude shouting. He tumbled into the middle of the street, rolling over himself a couple of times before coming to a stop on his face, his guitar skidding along after him. He didn't get up.

I hurried over and rolled him onto his back. He was alive - and awake, barely. There were a few scrapes on him and a black eye, but he didn't look seriously hurt. His good eye slowly drifted over my face; at first he was pretty deadpan, but after several long seconds, his mouth cracked into a lopsided smile.

"Eyyyy - sissie!" he hiccuped. "Whatcha... whatcha doing here?"

"I came to find you," I said, helping him sit up. He was a little wobbly so I kept one arm around his shoulders. "What happened here?"

"Y... you know," he said. "It's like Dric said. I don't... I don't shut up." he giggled and hiccuped again, glancing down at the two-thirds-empty bottle he was holding.

"I'll drink the rest of that, if you don't mind."

"...Oh. You sure? S'not good for you...."

"Not enough to do anything anyway," I grunted, taking it as he hesitantly offered and gulping it down as fast as I could. Better to get it out of reach before he changed his mind.... Then I coughed as I took my first breath. "Oh - that's stronger than I thought."

"Heyyyy," said Darluca, leaning on my shoulder. "You said... came to see me?"

"The middle of the street is no place to talk," I said. "Can you walk?"

"I... dunno." He tried to push himself up, and fell back down, giggling. "Whoopsie-daisy!"

"Come on, I'll help you. We have to get you out of here before somebody robs you."

"Robs me?" he laughed as I dragged him up on his feet, draping his arm over me like a yoke. "I got no coins and you drank my booze. What'd they take? Oh," he said as I stuffed his guitar into his other hand. "M'kay. Where - hic - where we going?"

"You'll break Mom's heart looking like this," I grunted as we shuffled along. He was leaning most of his weight on me, and wobbling something terrible. "I'll take you back to my place."

He remained unsteady and semi-coherent for the trip back - which took MUCH longer. He was in no state to fly, and if it weren't for me hanging onto him, he wouldn't have walked either. Progress was slow. But eventually - probably in the wee hours of the morning by then - we stumbled across the threshold at my house. I helped him lie down on the couch.

"Sleep that whiskey off," I said. "I want to talk to you in the morning, but you need your wits for it."

"Mmmmmkay," he mumbled sleepily. "Th - hic - thanks, sis."

Maybe it was the drink I'd stolen from him. Maybe the exhaustion had finally caught up with me. Whatever it was, for the first time in many days, when I went to bed, I actually fell asleep....

***

At first, nothing was said when we woke up. I made breakfast - just a quick messy scramble. Nobody really cared what they ate anymore, but I had to make sure the girls did do it. When they were done, both with eating, and with making small talk with their uncle, Aileev asked if they could go to Grandma's, which I agreed to.

"So..." Darluca started as they bustled outside, "...you wanted to talk?"

I sat across from him, studying his eyes. How was he going to take this? Was it a good idea to even bring it up? Maybe not. But my son was missing. I was desperate. If this could do anything, I had to explore it. "I need to tell you about... something strange."

There was a little sparkle that came into his eyes. He seemed cautious, but interested. "Strange?"

This was going to be hard. I took a deep breath, and forged in. "About the... other day. With Lucard and Nabikio."

"Oh boy," said Darluca, drooping.

"We were separated when it happened," I continued, "but I heard something rumbling, and when I got to Lucard, Nabikio was already gone. Lucard said it was... the under dwellers."

Darluca sat up very straight, and held my gaze. "He saw them?"

"I don't know," I said. "I didn't see, and that's all he said."

"That's it?"

"He was dying," I growled, my vision starting to swim a little.

"Sorry, sorry," said Darluca, sitting back a little in his chair. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Now I don't know if he meant your "under dwellers" or not," I went on, "but whoever it was took Nabikio, and I need to use every clue I can get. So." I leaned forward across the table a little. "What can you tell me about them? What do they look like? How do you find them? Anything you know, I want to hear it."

Darluca looked like a child on his birthday, he was so excited. He leaned in to meet me. "I'll tell you all about it," he said.

.

[capturingmyexperience]

Autism for 11 year old

vent about me and my daughter, is there any young adults who are autistic who can help shed light on this. my daughter is dwindling away in front of us unhappy shell of herself who wants to keep herself in her own we bubble.

so fast forward to a lot of trauma in school and we decided home education was the best avenue for her, now we are a year in and the reality has hit for her that nothing is getting better, I really wanted home ed to work for her but she won't engage with any groups or anything outside the house even the work she will do it for the tutor 2 hrs a week and thats ok I don't push it. the only reason she even has a tutor is she wants to give big school a shot which I'm baffled by, why go back to a system that helped break you in the first place but this is her journey and we have to support her decisions so we have to follow the curriculum and do our own thing and help her explore herself and herself as a person. we have found she needs structure and routine and doesn't know any other way than school etc. I think the going back to school idea is for friendships which we all know how hard that is in school. Im like you have all this at home and I have reached out to home ed children which has never amounted to anything as she does struggle to maintain socially, but I'm like there is a big world out there and other ways and she doesn't want to engage and I'm not sure why.

but she does not want to put any effort into making changes etc like accepting she struggles to sleep etc hence why she sleeps until 12 the next day and even thats hard waking her up.

through this and high levels on anxiety we are trying to work with her I know I'm putting my own trauma onto her by worrying that she's going to end up on anxiety medication as it never worked for me it just masked the person I was to fit into society, so what I'm trying to say is I'm trying every ave possible that could help her before medication today we were supposed to start on brain supplements which help low mood energy levels and all rounder for everything really. But that was a fail as I couldn't wake he up which ended up in a screaming match am I worrying to much about getting her into routine for school in sept? and I'm pushing to much? I obviously am and sometimes writing it out there answers your own questions. but I also feel like I'm failing her if I let her sleep most of the day and waste away to non existence.

we done face mask together last night we made a plan for today to clean her bed etc but that has all went to flop as she didn't want to wake up and face the day . she will not engage with anyone outside the house so even if I did ring drs to get her something to at least help her sleep she will not go she is strong willed and determined young girl and I don't want to knock that out of her and I was exactly the same at her age, you could not tell me what to do end off not matter who it was lol taste of my own medicine eyyyy lol.

yeah again if you get this far in my long mind posts well done cause I struggle myself to read others long posts lol but letting this go into space out of my own mind and hopefully my daughter will be in a much better place this time next year she doesn't realise that we care a lot even tho she thinks were nagging etc the love for you're kids is just something you cannot describe especially if you have struggled yourself and watching them struggle makes it tens time harder.

positive vibes it will all work out the way its supposed to

ps now I have re read my post and recognised I've wrote Im a lot I need to point the finger at myself and I'm letting all my own worries bury me on this journey and just wanting the best for her..

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Manchester United 3-0 West Ham United

Eyyyy we did it everybody. We won a game by a strong margin AND kept a clean sheet.

Look at these three fuckers. Makes you proud to be a red. Also fucks you off that we've not been smashing teams left, right and centre, but this is a crucial hub to build around - for Erik or a successor.

United opened the scoring in the 23rd minute with some top striker work from Hojlund; dropping the shoulder, switching to his right foot, and banging home a classic CF goal. We saw scrappy versus Wolves, we've seen elegant in the Champions League, but we needed to see more of the instinctive number 9 - and that came out today.

If the first half was all about Rasmus, the second was all about Alejandro. Moving him to the right wing has been a masterstroke, in so much as he's not shit like Antony. Having TWO wings as a threat? Wow. Rashford has more time on the ball, more confidence to drive at defenders, and that encourages Garnacho to do the same. Unreal.

Garnacho scored a deflected shot in the 49th minute past substitute keeper Fabianski, before wrapping up the win in the 84th minute.

The result puts United back above the Hammers, but still on -1 goal difference - a damning figure for a team that wants to compete for titles and European competition. 31 goals is one lower than newly promoted Luton Town; a team battling relegation.

The win was also marred by a fresh injury setback for Lissandro Martinez, described by Erik Ten Hag as "doesn't look good". The Argentine went down clutching his knee after a battle with Coufal and attempted to play on - before collapsing to the floor again.

A large part of how United have regained control of possession and transitional speed has been through Lissandro Martinez, so a new injury could derail United's return to form before it gets started. The hope is that this week's assessments will report maybe a few weeks absent - rather than a season ending ligament injury. We wait in hope.

That leads us onto an argument for another day that actually United need a versatile LCB/RCB prospect in the summer (though one of each would be nice). I'm thinking Todibo joined by Branthwaite... we'll see. Money's not exactly loose at the minute for United. Plus, Harry Maguire played (mostly) well today, and has been back in (reasonable) form for the past couple of months.

Next up is a crucial match away at Villa Park, with a week to rest and prepare for United. Doing the double over the Villans wouldn't jump United above Emery's side, but it would close the gap on one of the many sides battling for top four. Given the title race seems to be a three-horse fight... United, Spurs, Villa are the odds-on sides to take fourth and scrape into the Champions League. Based on current form I'm picking Villa for that spot, so here's hoping even without Martinez, United can retain the composure and desire to turn the season around.

[doctorbrown]

I am back from holiday and starting off '24 by being stupidly sick eyyyy. Well, what can you do? I'm a little delirious, having trouble stringing thoughts together, but I'm so full of muse that I'm being faced with an interesting conundrum. I've already mapped out a bunch of those asks that people have sent in on my flight home when I was able (thanks for all the ones you've sent!!) and I may try and write more of them; just know that if I manage to get any out, they may read weird because I'm struggling with the whole clear, concise, coherent thought thing.

[amplifyme]

S3 underway!

Though Lovers Be Lost: You weren't lying when you warned me about the over-the-top summary. XD This episode got me, btw-- showing how V and C's dynamic could change and thrive, Vincent struggling, and Cathy wanting to celebrate their new gift only for Gabriel to claim it (literally believing in gifts now) as his own. Cathy's death was no her fault; and I'm glad, because it's more tragic and honoring to the best in her character rather diminishing it with another thoughtless action. Father and the community just waiting outside the tunnel for V and C got me laughing... little did anyone know. Vincent not remembering at first, his face very Buster when he was brought back home, slowly regaining names and his normal memories (the constellations with Father and Father realizing he's healed enough to joke with), and struggling over the loss of their bond... which, all told, was the worst thing to happen to the both of them. His tenuous bond with his son is intriguing. Cathy's betrayal (Moreno is brilliant), torture, imprisonment, labor, and death was cruel, cruel, cruel; but I am so glad the writers gave her dignity and strength. Gabriel: really enthralled with his character. Eyyyy, Elliot and eyy Bruch's right-hand man. Eyyyy Joe (though Joe forgets Cathy's special someone in the next ep., or assumes it's Elliot Burch.) Moreno: stellar.

Walk Slowly: Top-tier. The new theme song-- I LOVE IT. Vincent's walk as he carries Cathy's body back to her apartment; and his vigil until dawn forces him to go. His and Below's mourning was exemplary. Joe's tears and shaky and referral to Diana and meeting Diana was fantastic. DIANA. DIANA, DIANA, DIANA. I love her. I never would have imagined her so serious-- for some reason, I read her voice as fast talking, higher pitched-- a far cry from measured and deliberate. Her case... and jumping into a new one. I adore that Diana "met" Catherine first, and really connected with her through her little doll. (I also noticed that she seems to get flashes or insights by touching objects... hmmmmm.) Mark took me by surprise, wonder how long he's going to be around. Her interrogation of both Joe and Elliot was spectacular. Vincent finally seeking out Father, and Father knowing Vincent's grief and guiding him through it... wow. Vincent's fight with the Other, Catherine's necklace, remembering her words, shocking Father to death with the revelation. Joe and Jen and the FUNERAL-- all the people Above and Below. Diana observing everyone, marking their pictures with question marks (and Father with the most.) The children hugging Vincent while the others are at the funeral.... Diana's contemplation and Vincent visiting the grave after dark. Wonderful, wonderful episode.

I'll stop there; but I am seriously addicted and want to watch more and more. I love everything about S3 and it's making me way, way too happy for so unhappy a time in the characters' lives. :DDDDD

Here we gooooo...

Though Lovers Be Lost. I'm going to address a few things you've written and then pose a few questions.

Cathy's death was no her fault; and I'm glad, because it's more tragic and honoring to the best in her character rather diminishing it with another thoughtless action.

Yes! I've always thought, given the corner the creative staff had been shoved into by circumstances beyond their control, and knowing there was no way they were going to please all the fans, they did a tremendous job of making sure Cathy's death had meaning and some dignity and that the events that followed it honored her and her impact on V's life and the lives of all those she loved.

Father and the community just waiting outside the tunnel for V and C got me laughing... little did anyone know.

C'mon, how ridiculous was that? I snicker every time Mouse says, "So quiet." Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the two most quiet lovers in the history of ever. And exactly how long did they wait before Father decided to go in after them? And how did Cathy manage to undress an unconscious 200+ pound man, ravish him, and then redress him? I still have so many questions about this opening scene. It could have been so much better. But then I remember that Linda Hamilton was ripely pregnant when this was shot and had only agreed to 10 hours of filming for these first two episodes and likely wasn't up to a love scene - supposing they'd even considered shooting one. Not going to say any more about the whole lava and roses thing either. Like GRRM said, at that point the writers were scrambling and doing the best they could with what they had. Let's move on to better things, shall we?

struggling over the loss of their bond... which, all told, was the worst thing to happen to the both of them.

Here's the first of the questions I'd like to ask you. Any theories as to why the bond was lost? Because that's a debate for the ages and I'm always up for digging into that.

Yes, it was a bad thing to have happen. But I also think it was inevitable.

I also think Cathy was very ambivalent about having the baby once the initial shock of her pregnancy wore off. She looked distressed when she went to visit the nursery after she got the news. And then there was her daydream about telling Vincent, and his less-than-thrilled reaction. I know from a storytelling standpoint that she couldn't tell him she was pregnant when she went Below to do just that, and I love the way she was so gentle with him and her speech about gifts lost and found, but I've always wondered what would have happened if she'd told him then.

Are you picking up on the signs that Vincent possibly walked out of that cave more comfortably integrated with parts of Buster's personality than we'd seen before? We know he's stressed out and frantic, searching for Cathy, but he also seems less... patient overall. Less willing to swallow down the kind of emotions he would have before the cave and the madness, maybe? Thoughts?

His tenuous bond with his son is intriguing.

Yes, it is. Especially when you consider that he thought his bond with Cathy was being restored and it wasn't that at all. I love how he actually empathically experienced the birth of his son but didn't know that's what it was. He was convinced Cathy was on that helicopter with Gabriel and didn't have any idea she was wasn't until she called out to him. And he didn't have to "feel her go" again, as he did in The Watcher, and I'm so grateful for that, because once is enough. I also like that it took a while before her revelation to him about what happened in the cave and their son sunk in (after finding her crystal there, mid-fight with Buster).

Gabriel: really enthralled with his character.

I'll admit it: I love Gabriel. He's the perfect nemesis for Vincent at this point in his journey. He's batshit crazy, but in a whole different way than Paracelsus. And he has some of the best lines. Stephen McHattie nailed this role.

I noticed, too, that Joe seemed to have forgotten the convo he had with Cathy at the beginning of TLBL. I decided to chalk it up to it being late at night and he was tired and it was more than six months later that Diana questioned him.

Speaking of, I'm going to take the rest of the discussion of Walk Slowly over to its own post. See ya there in a bit!

[myreygn]

eyyyy thanks for the tag love!! k let's see...

the boy who cared: i will never, never, NOT EVER stop talking about this fic! kuroo is so close to my heart and i can confidently say that i have spent more time with him than any other character and i doubt that will change any time soon. character study-ish fics are my favorite to write because i feel like they fit my style the most and i put my soul into this one - also it has kuroyaku and i will never say no to writing kuroyaku! if you read this fic i will love you forever ♡

Home is where your heart is.: my first sk8 fic and also my first commission i ever got to write and i just had so much fun with it - i love reki and his relationship to miya, i loved writing the setting and all the little interactions between the characters, i love writing anxiety attacks and hurt/comfort and this just felt like going back to my roots a little, considering my first tword fic ever was hurt/comfort too ^^

Unhand me!: i got this request shortly after i started getting attached to akaza and i had a fucking BLAST with his pov, i really enjoyed writing his thoughts about enmu and their interactions! i also try to put comedy in most of my stuff when it fits the circumstances and i'm really happy with this fic in that regard, i feel like i managed to create a good balance between the more humorous tone during the first two thirds and the more somber notes at the end

no pressure tags: @parkersaysthings @nataliewritez @duckymcdoorknob @rachi-roo @tastybluesprite @fanfic-chan @italeean

I’m starting a tag game so hAh take that >:D

Anyways it’s time for some self love sooooo

List your top 3 favorite works (art fics whatever u want)

AND WHY :D gotta make sure to do the why👹no self deprivation here🕺

Feel free to rope anybody else into this chain we gotta self lovo 🤸‍♀️

GHOST! This is so cool oh my goodness! Let's make a chain! >:D

1.) Operation WereTiger: BackFired!: One of my favorite works for Bungo Stray Dogs! It combines all my favorite things: Lee!Dazai, Atsushi's paw hands, collaborating with friends, and absolute mayhem! Nym (@intheticklecloset) is a fabulous writer- and getting an opportunity to collab and befriend her makes this fic extra special in my book ^w^

2.) Girls Night: I adored writing this fic ajlkjarkjeajkrakj It's not often I get the chance to write Shinobu and Mitsuri's friendship, nor do I get the chance much to write something so Muichiro-centric. This fic covered both! :D Getting to write these three having a sleepover and bonding brought me so much joy alejkrakjrekj I just love writing sleepover fics!

3.) Phone Chaos: Lookie, it's our collab! :D I love collabs, can't y'all tell? Alongside that- Spy x Family is one of my favorite anime/manga! The characters are hilariously cute, the story is funny and intense, and I adore these two as a couple so much. Also writing Yor with her face covered in chocolate to go alongside your art with her covered in chocolate is beyond funny alkjrkeakraekrjk

No pressure tags: @rachi-roo, @gladdygirl18, @tklpilled @danibby @otomiya-tickles, @duckymcdoorknob @myreygn @ticklish-n-stuff @intheticklecloset @skribblz @helloitsghost (That's right- I'm tagging you too :P) + Whomever reads this and wants to play! :D

[islandiis]

“  i don’t know why you thought i wasn’t going to notice.  but i see right through you.  ”

drag his ass (he needs it) | always accepting

Fannar's shoulders tighten almost immediately, and although he ducks his head the reddening of his cheeks is pretty undeniable. He stifles a cough into one hand, sounding chesty and irritated, and then he sighs.

"They... They say if you don't like what you see, you should stop looking," Fannar answers with as much conviction as he can muster, but he's not looking her in the eye as he says it. "I'm not sure what else to tell you. I'm fine. Please, don't worry."

[ratmuffintherapy]

My Best Friend (Part II)

read part I here!

imagine: you and eddie have been friends for years and there has been tension the whole time, and finally, you two give into it. SLOW BURN. warning: cursing, mention of drugs word count: 1.2k

eddie skidded up to the front of his trailer and pulled his old van into park. i hopped out, grabbing the movie steve had given us, and ran into the trailer like i was the one who lived there.

"wayne!" i tackled the man with a hug. he was my favorite person ever. between my parents' divorce and my dad's abuse, i had spent so much time in wayne's house and he had become the dad i had always wanted.

"y/n!" wayne laughed and squeezed me tight, "you're going to knock all the air out of my ol' lungs, sweetie." i loved the pet names wayne called me. it was something eddie had in common with his uncle, the pet names. it was always "sweetie" or "princess" or sometimes even "baby girl" with those two.

"hey, don't go stealing my uncle on me, y/l/n. that's the only one i have." eddie entered the trailer and pushed the door closed with his foot.

"i would never!" i jokingly batted my eyelashes at eddie, then turned and gave wayne a wink.

"i saw that." eddie gave me a friendly shove as he walked by me to his room, "come on y/n, get that homework done so we can have some fun!"

rolling my eyes, i followed him to his bedroom.

in the room, i tossed my bag and the movie onto the bed, and kicking off my shoes, tossed myself onto the bed as well.

"yeah, sure, steal my uncle and make yourself at home." eddie flopped onto the bed beside me with a joint in hand, and lighting it, blew a puff of smoke into my face.

"don't waste that precious shit, eddie."

"don't tell me how to smoke my weed."

i ignored him and reached for my bag, only to be pulled back by eddie into a ferocious hug.

"mmph eddie, i-- can't-- breathe!" my head was buried in his shoulder, and he only tightened his grasp at my cries.

"come on y/n, i haven't gotten to cuddle you all day!" eddie whined, and ruffled my hair. i fought him to no avail, hitting him and whacking his face softly.

"let-- GO!"

"beg." i rolled my eyes best as i could in the position i was in and huffed, half in exasperation and half trying to catch my breath.

"you can kiss my ass, i'm not begging."

"is that a promise? i get to kiss your ass?"

"EDDIE." i used my best scary mom voice in hopes that he would let me go, but surprise, surprise, he only cuddled further into me.

"beg, and i'll let you go, sweet cheeks."

ugh. fine. "okay, okay, eddie please let me go."

"what do i get in return?"

"bitch, i'm already hanging out with you! i'm here with you right now, what more do you want!"

"hmmm," i heard him pondering, "not enough. beg some more and maybe i'll let you go."

"please... PLEASE eds, let me go and i'll do my homework as fast as i can and then hang out with you."

finally, eddie released me. i gasped for air, then glared at him smiling cheekily at me while i fixed my hair.

"i love when you beg for me, baby girl." i went bright red at this, which made eddie laugh, and i slapped his chest before reaching for my bag again.

"now leave me alone to do my homework, or i'm leaving." eddie took another drag from the joint and inhaled the smoke.

"no you're not." i hated how certain he was, but he was right. there was no way i was going home to my alcoholic dad if i could stay right here in eddie's trailer. i ignored eddie and pulled out my textbook from my bag.

--

i closed my textbook with a huff as i finished the last math problem. my brain was swimming with numbers and equations, and i was ready--so ready-- to be high.

"eds." i poked the head that was leaning against my thigh, fast asleep. "EDDIE." with the second poke, eddie jerked awake and looked at me with heavy lids.

"whatsupbeautiful?" this is how i knew he was high. he almost never called me by that pet name unless he was high. it wasn't one of his usual ones.

"i'm done with my homework."

"eyyyy ready to par-tay?" he giggled to himself, then handed me the joint that was resting on his bedside table. i took a drag, then closed my eyes as i let the weed fill my lungs. i loved the bliss that washed over me when i smoked with eddie. usually, being high sent me into a panic, but not with him. not with eddie.

"you look so pretty like that." eddie barely whispered this, but i heard him. i couldn't help but open my eyes and raise my eyebrows quizzically. i felt myself blushing, but decided to push it off as a joke.

"shut up, munson."

"but it's true."

i raised the joint to my lips again and inhaled again, then handed it back to eddie, who was much more high than i was.

"i know you're just high, y'know"

eddie shook his head violently at my words. "s'not true. you're pretty even when i'm not high."

before he could see my red face or sense the butterflies i got in my stomach, i slid off the bed, and grabbing the movie, waved it in eddie's face.

"it's movie timeee!" i sang, and eddie groaned. "you can hide under the blanket when you get scared, and i won't judge you. pinky promise." i held out my pinky, and eddie stared at it suspiciously. he reached out with his pinky at a sloth pace and linked his finger with mine.

with a squeal of excitement, i bounced out to the living room. wayne was always gone at this point in the night, off at his night job, so eddie and i were free to smoke in the living room, as long as we kept the window open.

i popped the vcr into the player, then sank into the couch. i pulled a blanket over myself, then called for eddie, "come on, the movie's about to start!"

"hold onto your panties, i'm getting snacks." eddie plopped down beside me, making me bounce slightly. my eyes lit up at the huge bowl of cheez balls he had brought from the kitchen.

"eddie munson, you know your way to my heart."

"course i do, no one else knows how to like i do."

the movie started playing on the tv and eddie immediately buried his face into my shoulder. laughing, i said, "dude, the movie hasn't even started yet!"

"yeah, but doesn't the music freak you out?" eddie cuddled closer to me, inserting himself under the blanket i had claimed. i giggled and wrapped my arm around his head, which was still buried in my shoulder. i patted his hair reassuringly.

"it's okay, we can just watch the movie like this."

"mmkay." was the muffled response that came from my shoulder, "and don't you dare do the thing where you tell me nothing scary is happening and then i look up and there's blood everywhere." i snickered. i had gotten him so many times like that.

"okay, wimp."

eddie's arm slithered around my waist as he hugged me closer to him. i leaned my cheek on the top of his head and sighed happily. i knew that this was how we would stay for the rest of the night.

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[transmogrified-in-the-void]

What if 👀👀 Leto joined Electrode and Virtue earlier 👀👀 like just straight-up became ""evil"" early on in the series (Bonus: what if leto was even WORSE than Electrode and Virtue. Like she just falls off into the deep end, toppling buildings and killing countless civilians and stuff like that. I think that could be interesting, but it's not required or anything and could just be a seperate ask if you want to tbh)

eyyyy i had fun w this. some of it includes ideas im including in draft two that won't be too obvious until later :)

Leto sits in the empty meeting room, floating her complimentary coffee cup in front of her. The door clicks, she turns and sees a familiar mask, and an unfamiliar person.

"Zephyr, correct?" Electrode starts, taking a file from the person behind them and reading through it. "Interesting. Leto Marcella, twenty two year old full time barista, part time C-tier hero. Lives with her mother Iliana Marcella, who works two jobs, one at a supermarket and another at a library." They snap the folder shut. "Powered. Wind manipulation. Ex-hero."

Zephyr crosses her arms, huffs, and waits to see what else they say.

"Better than the last one." The person behind Electrode hums, moving to stand side by side. "That's an improvement."

"It is." Electrode sits down in a chair, leaning back and not looking at Zephyr at all. "So, what is your verdict?"

"Hmm." The person looks Zephyr up and down, dark brown eyes calculating and analyzing. "Keep her. It'd be good to keep an ex-hero for intel work."

"Well," Electrode stretches, and sits up to look at Zephyr. "You heard your right hand. Welcome to the team."

Zephyr grins. This is gonna be fun.

-

Electrode stands in front of Zephyr, lack of armor a deliberate taunt. "Try and focus many streams of air into one point, see if you can hit something like that."

She tried. She's been trying all day. But she'll try once more. Zephyr focuses all of her energy into turning the building pressure within the current into a sharpened point, and releases.

The can set hundreds of yards away shatters.

-

"Please! Have mercy!"

"I am everchanging." Zephyr looks down at the man who ruined her life. "Change does not have time for mercy."

-

"Please, Leto, I'm worried." Her mom's voice comes from the phone. "You never come home. It's been months. Cleo says you quit."

Silence, then a sigh. "Call me back when you get a chance. Please."

-

"Mom?"

"Leto?"

Shuffling, muttering, something clicks.

"What are you doi-" A bang

A silence

-

There's a path of destruction left behind her. Buildings turned to rubble, corpses lining the remnants of streets.

Then, her body freezes. The familiar hum of levitation boots moves around her and Electrode stands in front of her, hair flying in the wind and mask secure on their face.

They click their tongue. "I thought you could have been better."

For an eternity, for a moment, there is unbearable, excruciating pain. Every fiber of her body is being torn apart and put back together. She tries to scream, but her mouth won't open. Every nerve is on fire, her head throbs with pain.

Then, like a switch, it's gone. And Zephyr lies dead in the rubble.

[vellatra]

And now, a snippet of probably-canon story, narrated by Vellatra!

Night had fallen. Not that the light had changed, here inside the cliffs. But a bit of a hush, a lull in activity, had fallen over the neighborhood. We couldn't see the sun, but somehow, we always knew anyway. It was time to sleep.

But not for me. I never could, not anymore. I'd lie there alone in that big empty bed, haunted by the void that lay beside me, where Lucard should have been.

Besides, sleeping wouldn't bring Nabikio back either.

"He's still out there somewhere," I repeated to myself. It sounded more fake every time I did, but I choked those feelings back and carried on anyway. I peeked inside my girls' room - they were both sleeping peacefully. Thank goodness they could, at least. I laced up my boots, went out on the porch, and flew quietly away down the street, alighting on my parents' doorstep.

Please be awake, I thought, peeking inside. For once, luck was with me. Too little, too late, but still something.

"You're up late," said Dad, looking up from his carpenter's bench, where he was doing bookwork. He took a sip from a steaming mug. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," I said. "Well, nothing new." I walked up to the bench. The familiar scent of Mom's herbal tea blend wafted faintly by. "Is Darluca here?"

Dad's eyebrow kinked. "No. He hasn't been home in a couple of days. Mom's starting to get worried, but... well, we all know where he is. Again."

I grunted in sad understanding. "I'll go look for him."

"...Maybe don't bring him back right away, if he's bad off," Dad sighed. "Mom's already upset; no need to make her worse. There's nothing we can do to stop him, now that he's a grown man."

"Thanks for the direction, Dad. Say hi to Mom for me." I started to pivot toward the door again, but stopped when his hand gently snagged my arm.

"Are you taking care of yourself, Vell? Eating? Sleeping? You look... worn."

I hesitated, flitting between being annoyed and tired. Then I sighed softly. "I just... can't."

His arms came around my shoulders. "I'm sorry," he whispered, not for the first time, and probably not the last. Out of everyone, I think he felt the worst about what had happened. My father and I had a special understanding now, for he, too, had lost a bound one once.

I squeezed his hand, locking my concentration into the night's business to avoid cracking. "Thanks Dad. I have to go."

"Good luck, honey."

I didn't dare look back at him - the sadness was starting to get the better of me. "Good night." I left the house, as quickly as was polite. Then I spread my wings again and continued down the street.

Traffic was sparse, and it took me very little time to get to the part of town my youngest brother liked to haunt. There was a bit of a ruckus at the doorway to one of the rougher taverns, and I landed nearby just in time to see him get thrown out by a burly sor bouncer, accompanied by some rude shouting. He tumbled into the middle of the street, rolling over himself a couple of times before coming to a stop on his face, his guitar skidding along after him. He didn't get up.

I hurried over and rolled him onto his back. He was alive - and awake, barely. There were a few scrapes on him and a black eye, but he didn't look seriously hurt. His good eye slowly drifted over my face; at first he was pretty deadpan, but after several long seconds, his mouth cracked into a lopsided smile.

"Eyyyy - sissie!" he hiccuped. "Whatcha... whatcha doing here?"

"I came to find you," I said, helping him sit up. He was a little wobbly so I kept one arm around his shoulders. "What happened here?"

"Y... you know," he said. "It's like Dric said. I don't... I don't shut up." he giggled and hiccuped again, glancing down at the two-thirds-empty bottle he was holding.

"I'll drink the rest of that, if you don't mind."

"...Oh. You sure? S'not good for you...."

"Not enough to do anything anyway," I grunted, taking it as he hesitantly offered and gulping it down as fast as I could. Better to get it out of reach before he changed his mind.... Then I coughed as I took my first breath. "Oh - that's stronger than I thought."

"Heyyyy," said Darluca, leaning on my shoulder. "You said... came to see me?"

"The middle of the street is no place to talk," I said. "Can you walk?"

"I... dunno." He tried to push himself up, and fell back down, giggling. "Whoopsie-daisy!"

"Come on, I'll help you. We have to get you out of here before somebody robs you."

"Robs me?" he laughed as I dragged him up on his feet, draping his arm over me like a yoke. "I got no coins and you drank my booze. What'd they take? Oh," he said as I stuffed his guitar into his other hand. "M'kay. Where - hic - where we going?"

"You'll break Mom's heart looking like this," I grunted as we shuffled along. He was leaning most of his weight on me, and wobbling something terrible. "I'll take you back to my place."

He remained unsteady and semi-coherent for the trip back - which took MUCH longer. He was in no state to fly, and if it weren't for me hanging onto him, he wouldn't have walked either. Progress was slow. But eventually - probably in the wee hours of the morning by then - we stumbled across the threshold at my house. I helped him lie down on the couch.

"Sleep that whiskey off," I said. "I want to talk to you in the morning, but you need your wits for it."

"Mmmmmkay," he mumbled sleepily. "Th - hic - thanks, sis."

Maybe it was the drink I'd stolen from him. Maybe the exhaustion had finally caught up with me. Whatever it was, for the first time in many days, when I went to bed, I actually fell asleep....

***

At first, nothing was said when we woke up. I made breakfast - just a quick messy scramble. Nobody really cared what they ate anymore, but I had to make sure the girls did do it. When they were done, both with eating, and with making small talk with their uncle, Aileev asked if they could go to Grandma's, which I agreed to.

"So..." Darluca started as they bustled outside, "...you wanted to talk?"

I sat across from him, studying his eyes. How was he going to take this? Was it a good idea to even bring it up? Maybe not. But my son was missing. I was desperate. If this could do anything, I had to explore it. "I need to tell you about... something strange."

There was a little sparkle that came into his eyes. He seemed cautious, but interested. "Strange?"

This was going to be hard. I took a deep breath, and forged in. "About the... other day. With Lucard and Nabikio."

"Oh boy," said Darluca, drooping.

"We were separated when it happened," I continued, "but I heard something rumbling, and when I got to Lucard, Nabikio was already gone. Lucard said it was... the under dwellers."

Darluca sat up very straight, and held my gaze. "He saw them?"

"I don't know," I said. "I didn't see, and that's all he said."

"That's it?"

"He was dying," I growled, my vision starting to swim a little.

"Sorry, sorry," said Darluca, sitting back a little in his chair. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Now I don't know if he meant your "under dwellers" or not," I went on, "but whoever it was took Nabikio, and I need to use every clue I can get. So." I leaned forward across the table a little. "What can you tell me about them? What do they look like? How do you find them? Anything you know, I want to hear it."

Darluca looked like a child on his birthday, he was so excited. He leaned in to meet me. "I'll tell you all about it," he said.

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Vokku [Keepers @masterfuldoodler]

Vokku is the fae prince. He's currently on a quest to find a way to save his people and land from the encroaching plague bringing death and madness. He's journeyed to the human world for answers, and bad luck is following him everywhere. He hates lying but can't really let the people running the boarding school he's staying at know that he is in fact not human. They'll probably poke him with irons. Do they still burn fae over here? Good thing he befriended the janitor.

Vellatra tiz Drackio [Silen Fah @vellatra]

A warrior mother who's out for revenge

[hydrangeaho3]

I'm supposed to be your brother

summary: Wilbur gets mad at Tommy and somehow Phil's the one left to deal with the aftermath

a/n: this fic in no way represents the real people and is merely a work of fiction. If any CCs have a problem with it pls let me know. This is also part 1 of 3 parts. Anyways, happy reading!! 

PART ONE

By the time Wilbur has finally finished his last meeting, it's already 8:00 pm and he's dead tired. His meetings had been absolute bullshit today, some stupid managerial shit he doesn’t feel like taking care of. He’d been planning to go straight home, drink some wine and then pass out before he remembers that he's promised to stream today.

He’s only about a couple of blocks away from his office when the first raindrops hit his face. Wilbur looks up. The sky is slowly darkening and the clouds are beginning to gather. He keeps his pace, hoping that it won’t get too bad until he’s reached his office but his luck doesn’t hold out. He’s only a block away from his house when it really starts pissing it down.

“Shit”

He starts to run and is just pushing the lobby door open when he hears the first clap of thunder. The noise shudders through his entire body, chilling his bones even further. He sighs before making his way to his office in the sea of white doors that surround him. Wilbur pauses before the door. He already knows what's going to greet him inside. Now Wilbur isn’t a neat freak or anything like that, he is a streamer after all but he does pride himself on a certain level of cleanliness.

He cracks open his office door. A giant mess greets him. Papers are lying everywhere, his Home Home poster is lying on the floor. There are old takeout containers next to his keyboard. Frankly, it's a disgusting mess. He’d been meaning to clean up but lately, he's been so busy and not in the greatest headspace and so it had slipped his mind.

Wilbur resolves to clean up the mess after his stream today. He’d been planning on a casual stream, one that didn’t involve a lot of energy or require him to be constantly active and engaged. Maybe a few rounds of GeoGuessr or chatting with Phil and then ending the stream a little early.

He sits down in his chair, sweeps away some of the food containers before hovering over the GoLive button. He hesitates for a couple seconds before clicking on it. His starting soon screen opens up and he watches the viewers start to trickle in. He gives it ten minutes before turning on his face cam and looking over at his chat. The messages are slowly scrolling through the screen.  

Hi Wilbur!!

BIG MAN DUBS

POGCHAMP

Are you okay? You look tired :(

He’s streaming!!!

He decides to ignore that last one before commencing his starting spiel.

“Hey, guys, how we all doing today? Doing good? Well I’ll tell you how I’m doing and that's shit, I’m doing absolute shit. It’s fucking thundering outside right now. Can you hear it chat? It's so goddamn loud.”

“Anyways chat, I was thinking we could play some GeoGuessr you know, just relax and chill out today.” His chat seems pretty okay with that. They’re used to watching Wil play GeoGuessr for hours on end.

He’s been playing for almost an hour now before he hears the discord sound that signifies that someone’s joined his VC.

“BIG MAN. EYYYY WILBUR!!!! How are you???” Wilbur winces as Tommy’s voice plays through his earbuds. It's obnoxiously loud today, even more so than usual, and it’s grating on his ears.

“Hello TommyInnit, how are you?”

“I’ve been doing good Wilbur. Played some Among Us with Tubbo and Schlatt and the rest of the gang. Other than that I’ve been doing my Big Man Activities. You know how it is Wil” Wilbur smiles at the familiar response.

“Ah, I see. How was your Among Us stream?”

“It was really really good. I got to play with Pokimane Wil. THE Pokimane,” Tommy shouts, apparently very excited about this occurrence. “Remember the time we both played with her? Oh god, that must have been so awkward for you Wil. Imagine if Nikki had been there, it would have been so so awkward.”

Wilbur lets out a sigh, he’s really not in the mood to deal with this bit. He’d only planned to stream some GeoGuessr not talk to Tommy about Pokimane and Nikki.

If Wilbur had been blessed with the ability to see the future, he would have known that this moment was where it all started going downhill. Unfortunately for Wil, he wasn’t prophetic so he kept streaming.  

Tommy and Wilbur ended up switching to Minecraft and it doesn’t take long until Tommy’s coming up with some sort of bit involving drugs and an attempt to scam the players on the server. Normally, Wilbur would have loved to play along, leaning into the big brother and young brother dynamics but today it just feels wrong. Maybe it's the cold that has seeped into his bones or maybe it's the clutter surrounding his desk or maybe it's Tommy’s voice grating in his ears.

Tommy’s been talking about how he’s going to need some name tags so his plan works and Wilbur keeps trying to interrupt him and telling him that he’s not in the mood for this bit but it's to no avail.

“Wilbur, Wilbur, what do you think of my plan? I think it’s really good but I need some name tags, oh- I also need some diamonds.” he keeps going and going and is somehow unable to tell that Wilbur is teetering over the edge.

“Tommy, tomm-”

“Oh, they’re some diamonds back in Pogtopia. Oh man, this is such a good plan Wil. No ones going to see it coming,”

“I don’t thin-”

“There’s a fucking reason people call me the biggest man on this SMP. Right Wilbur, right?”

And that's when Wilbur falls over the edge he’s been so delicately balancing on for the better part of two hours. He mutes Tommy over discord before closing Minecraft, filling his stream with only his face cam.

“Alright guys, I think that's where we’re going to be ending today. Hope you guys enjoyed the stream and I am going to be sending you off to Philza. Make sure you guys are nice in his chat and don’t spam him. Okay? Bye chat,” Right before he ends his stream for good he spares one glance at his chat.

bye Wilbur!

adios chat :)

did wilbur seem mad at tommy?

Wilbur felt really off today. Hope he feels better soon.

they really are like brothers

tommy was being a little shit today

Somehow Wilbur manages to ignore all of the texts commenting on how much they loved his stream and how much they enjoyed the Wilbur and Tommy interactions and instead all he focuses on is the last message he managed to read before the stream ended.

tommy was being a little shit today

“Hey Wil, that was a great stream today, I had a lot of fun”

When the silence becomes too loud and Wilbur still hasn’t answered Tommy began talking all at once again.

“Wil you okay? You seemed kind of off this stream,” This time it was the cold that had seeped into his bones, it was the clutter surrounding his desk, and most of all it was Tommy’s voice. As loud as ever, abrasive and unceasing in his ears.

“TOMMY. Do you ever stop talking? God, it’s so fucking annoying. You need to learn when to shut up,” Wilbur’s panting like he’s just run a marathon instead of playing Minecraft for the past hour.

The silence begins to ring, neither of them saying a word in hopes the other will have the right words to make it okay again. Instead, there's a small pained sound from Tommy’s end and then “I’m sorry Wil, I’m really sorry. I just wanted to- nevermind. I’m just sorry, really sorry,”

There’s a small click that signifies that Tommy’s left the call and then it’s just Wil, stewing in the storm he’s just created.

Oh God, what has he done? He- he just told Tommy to shut up. He had just verified every single fear in Tommy’s head. He was supposed to be the one that was there for Tommy, not the one hurting him. How many times had Tommy come to him, crippled with self-doubt and and how many times had Wilbur dispelled his fears with promises that Tommy was enough. He was supposed to be his big brother.