#<- i probably have lots of stuff in that tag still 👀

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 2

Part 1, Part 2, (Part 3??)

Part 1 was many months ago.. oopsie! Been doing a lot of reading recently and HOLY FUCK I LOVE THE TWISTED SERIES BY ANA HUANG. I JUST FINISHED IT, CAN'T WAIT TO READ THE KING OF SINS SERIES (btw I finished it a long time ago, this draft just never made it out). Do y'all like want some stuff implemented from there, here? I'M THINKING KING OF GREED? 👀

Also.. This was supposed to be my birthday special, but what happened was I became busy and never got around to making a definitive ending.. but don't worry, this isn't where the series ends.

My goodness the taglist on this one almost doubled, to anyone who doesn't want to be part of the tags, please tell me so that I can remove you because this will be the official list and it's still open for more people who wanna see this series.

Warning: Too lazy to proof read since I have so much to do, please tell me any autocorrected, misspelled words in the replies so I can change it.. 😭

My CoD Masterlist

My Simon Riley x You Playlist

Simon sulked, his forehead resting on the soft mattress. His back and neck were aching yet he couldn't get the fear and worry out his head. You clear the fog in your head, your body felt sore despite the semi-comfortable bed you were laying on.

You groan softly, forcing yourself to sit-up, where the fuck was your daughter? Was she safe? In a panic you looked around the room, you let out a long, deep sigh as you saw her laying on the couch. Long blond hair splayed around messily on the pillow with a blanket that was barely hanging onto her body, she looked so peaceful.

You felt movement next to you, Simon woke up. He looks up to you, in a bit of a shock. He didn't say a word before holding you and guiding you back down to lay on the slightly adjusted bed, back against the pillow he fixed behind you, you wanted to fight it and protest but his strength was god-like on your still weak and not well rested body, your throat was dry to the point of pain and obvious discomfort.

Simon knows you better than you know yourself, resentment settled in your blood, felt more than the amount than when you missed him. He took the tightly sealed water bottle on the table next to your bed and pries it open, holding the bottle's opening to your lips.

You took a big gulp with his guide but you gently took the bottle off his hand into your own, your fingers brushing his a bit in the process, basically telling him you could do it yourself. A few more gulps down and your throat was eased, you handed back the water bottle to Simon.

He was fidgeting with his hands, his fingers rubbing and grazing the spot your fingers accidentally touched. You looked down with dismay as he takes the bottle from you and closes it.

Was he so disgusted and revolted by your touch that he's brushing off his fingers from it? You knew you didn't end it good terms but you had no idea he hated you that much. Maybe not.. are you overthinking? Probably.

It was silent, awkward, just hearing the IV drip and the beeps of the heart monitor. Simon wanted to say something so bad but what do you say to the love of your life who you've hurt severely and regret it because you still love her and want to be in her life again? Mouthful, he knows.

Simon had no right to you anymore, he couldn't even scold you and tell you to take better care of yourself anymore because that's what he used to do, it's way too familiar. He couldn't even touch you without him thinking it would make you uncomfortable.

You feel it, rather see it more but Simon wanted to die in the moment. Heavy breaths and clearly restless eyes, disheveled hair..

"How do you feel..?" He said, he looks elsewhere as he wanted to avoid the way your eyes chose to settle on him..

"I don't know..? I don't know how to process all this but there's no physical pain, just nausea.." you said, he got up to call a nurse and alert them that you're awake. He chose to step out while the doctor did the regular routine of checking everything.

"Momma?" You turn to your left at the couch where your daughter was sat up, rubbing her eyes.. she got off it and immediately ran to you, "I'm glad you're okay now.." she said which never failed to make you smile with how caring she tended to be..

"What happened bubs? Momma doesn't remember much except for fainting.." you asked the bundle of joy as you tried to piece back what had happened beforehand..

"I called dada when you fell, momma. I was so scared, I was shouting but you won't wake up.. dada took so long to get there but when he did, he asked me to go in the car while carried you inside to take you here.." she said, you took her off the ground and placed her at your side, embracing her little body.

"I'm sorry bubs, momma should've taken better care of herself.. if I had, I wouldn't have been so sick to the point of unconsciousness.." you felt so guilty, if only it had been under better circumstance then you would've been able to take care of yourself better and not put your child through what must've been a moment that should've set her in a panic.

"It's okay, momma. I'm a big girl now, I can take care of you like you take care of me.." her sweet little voice paused for a moment.

"Momma, what does unconscious mean?" She asked, you laughed, forgetting that she doesn't know the meaning of certain words yet..

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[littlespacereader]

hi!!!! i love love love love loved your matt & frank stuff, do you think you could do a sickfic with cg!matt? preferably for a quiet/semiverbal regressor. ty!! no pressure <3

Ahhhhhhhh!! This is such a cute idea!! You know I love a sickfic! I’m always down for a good Caregiver taking care of a Little sick reader! I hope you don’t mind, I made sure to have a lot of cute Matt moments but also some cute moments with Karen and especially Foggy! I really hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request @tiny-merkitty !💞💞

Wrapped In Your Arms🌡️❤️

Caregiver! Matt Murdock & Fem Little! Reader

Tags-sickfic, hurt/comfort, fainting, medicine, foggy is the cool uncle, cuddles, forehead kisses, Karen is the sweet aunt, surprise cameo at the end👀

The sun began to set on a long day in Hell’s Kitchen, New York. Matt, Foggy and Karen all talking in the conference room. It has been a long day for the four of you. In and out of court plus an evening spent working on more paperwork.

You sat in your office, head in your hands, staring down your computer screen. All day you’ve been dragging along, tiredness getting to you more than usual. Maybe you didn’t sleep enough or maybe you ate something wrong?

All you knew was that you feel horrible right about now. As the day is coming to a close you begin to feel worse and worse until now, where you’re at your wits end.

The computer screen is too bright, everything is too bright. Your head pounds like a heart beating way too fast. The room starts to spin and it feels as if you’re on the surface of the sun.

You look up through squinting eyes to see your Caregiver Matt still in the conference room with Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen.

Usually you’re not one to interrupt them, after all they’re probably working on a tough case. Plus you didn’t want to burden them with something else on top of their case. You not one to make a fuss or sometimes even talk as much. And that’s okay because your CG Matt always understood.

But this was getting to the point of no return. Regression started to come naturally as the sickness starts to feel worse by the minute. Despite not wanting to interrupt, you knew you needed help right away. Meeting or no meeting you needed Matt and you needed him now.

Standing on wobbly legs, you made your way to the door of your office. Once out of your office, nausea starts to become more and more severe.

You pause walking from your office to the conference room. You stand in the middle of the office as everything starts to spin upside down. Your eyes roll back and you collapse, sending you into darkness……

“Y/N?! Y/N?!!”

“Call an ambulance!”

“No! No, she’s overheating. Foggy grab a cloth and soak it in cold water now! Hurry!”

The rest of the voices start to fade in and out until something cold and cooling brings you back to the surface. Your eyes slowly start to flutter open as you start to regain consciousness.

“Y/N…..Y/N…Y/N sweetheart? Can you hear me?” Matt is upside down in your vision. You realize he has your head in his lap as you lay on the floor.

“What…Why…floor?” You ask softly as you try to figure out what’s going on.

“You fainted on your way to getting us. I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner. When did you start to feel sick?” Matt asks.

You whine, moving your head to be pressed against his leg. Everything hurts and the room is still spinning. All you want is just to sleep some more.

You could hear Matt sigh above you, not one of disappointment but one of worry.

He looked to Foggy and Karen. Karen sat beside Matt, holding Y/N’s hand feeling her pulse for her heart rate while Foggy paced back and forth looking worried.

“I think she might’ve caught something while we were out today. I’m going to take her home so I can get started on getting this fever down.” Matt’s hand cards through your hair as he talks. The feeling is sooooooo soothing to your pounding headache.

“I’ll drive you. I know it’s not a long walk but I don’t want her to get any worse than she already is.” Karen says, standing to go grab her keys.

“I’ll head to the grocery story and get some things for her, medicine, food, ice cream…”Foggy goes on.

“You don’t have to Foggy.”

“Are you kidding? My favorite niece is sick! As her favorite Uncle it is my duty to help her as well.”

Everyone starts rushing around to help Matt and Y/N. Matt stay on the floor with her, carding her hair through his hands. “It’s going to be okay. I’m right here and I’m not leaving.”

Y/N nods her head slightly before closing her eyes again. Soon she starts to drift in and out of consciousness as the fever takes over.

Y/N opens her eyes again for a moment and realizes she was in the backseat of a car. She’s resting in Matt’s lap, her head against his shoulder. He was talking to Foggy and Karen but everything sounds under water. She snuggled closer to Matt and closed her eyes again.

~~~

As you sleep up dream of life when Matt first came into it. You’re younger than Matt by a couple of years but your age didn’t stop him from hiring you for his and Foggy’s law firm.

Soon Matt, Foggy and Karen became extremely close with you. They share things with you and you share things with them.

But one day, after a stressful day in court being yelled at by the opposing law firm, you break down and regress in their office.

Immediately you think the worst right? You think this is the end of your job and worst of all the end of three friendships you’ve made over the last few months.

But it’s the opposite.

Instead, Matt takes charge and takes care of you while regressed. He explains throughly to Foggy and Karen what’s going on and they understand as well.

After that day things set into place that changed your life forever. They become your chosen family. Matt takes the role of Caregiver to you as you’re the closest to him. Foggy becomes the fun uncle that lets you get away with anything and everything. And Karen becomes your Aunt. But she’s more like motherly figure to me.

I couldn’t ask for a better life, especially now feeling so sick…wait speaking of that….

~~~

Everything starts to come back to me as I start to wake up. My eyes flutter open as I begin to take in my surroundings.

The first and biggest thing I start to realize is how I’m feeling. The dizziness has stopped and I’m not so over heated like I was before. But now in its place I’m shivering. I guess the fever is still here.

I look around and realize I’m laying on the couch in the living room. Gone are my work clothes and in their place my soft Little pajamas. I guess Dada must’ve known I regressed.

Sir Charles the third or Charlie for short, my favorite stuffie, sits to my side as my loyal companion. I wrap my arms around him and whine in pain as my head start pounding again.

As soon as I do I hear soft footsteps making their way towards me from the kitchen. “Hey, looks who up. My poor sick little munchkin.”

Matt takes a seat next to me on the couch and leans forward placing a hand on my forehead. “Just getting the dad temperature first.” He smirked.

Taking his hand off my head he sighed, “That fever won’t quit huh?” I just sighed like him. He quickly realizes I’m not feeling very verbal at the moment.

He takes my hand in mine before asking “Do you feel nauseous? One squeeze for yes, two for no.” I squeeze his hand twice for no.

“Okay, I’m going to get you some medicine to get that fever of yours down.” He stands and goes back to the kitchen.

I know the medicine he’s planning on getting. It tastes the worst!! It’s like liquid poison. “Nooooowwwwwaaaa.” I whine breaking my silence for a moment to protect.

“I know I know it taste terrible but it’s what we have to do to get you better.” He walks back over with the small medicine cup filled with the liquid poison. I take his hand again, squeezing it twice to tell him no.

“I promise it will be fast and then you can drink some water to get the bad taste out of your mouth.” He tries to reason, but I squeeze his hand twice for no.

“Do you want to stay sick?” I pause for a moment beofre squeeze his hand twice again.

“Then you have to take your medicine.” He tried to explain. He leans forward and tries to bring the medicine cup to my lips but I turn my head away.

He retracts the cup and thinks for a moment before coming up with an idea. With an overly dramatic sigh he add, “Well if you don’t take your medicine then I guess you won’t be able to eat one of the cookies Aunt Karen brought for you. Oh well.” He goes to stand only for Y/N to grab his hand.

He knew this was terrible parenting. Bribing was not the way…but sometimes it did work, like it did right now.

“Okay it will be quick.” He held the cup for them, “Ready? 1…2…3..! There!” He tipped the cup till all the medicine was done.

I coughed and gaged at the taste of it all. But thankfully Dada was quick, giving me a sippy cup of water right away. Soon that terrible taste was gone for good.

“There you go. I’m so proud of you. Now with the medicine in you, you’ll be better in no time.” He smiled rubbing my back comfortably.

“Let me get you the cookie, it will help get that taste out of your mouth.” He lean over and hands the remote to me, “While I grab that why don’t you put some Bluey on?”

As he disappears into the kitchen I start to put on Bluey. Resting back against the cold couch. You know what I needed more than medicine and a cookie?

Cuddles.

As Matt comes back over with the cookie, I sit up on the couch and scoot back so he can sit. He could sense I needed comfort and who was he to refuse sick little me?

He sat on the end of the couch and pulled me to lay with him, snuggled against his side. “There we go,” He said with a sigh, “all nice and comfy.”

With an arm wrapped around me, cookie in hand, I snuggled close to Matt and watched Bluey on the tv.

~~~

Bluey played softly on the tv. The soft sounds and the dimmed light illuminating the adorable scene. Somewhere in the middle of watching, both Y/N and Matt fell asleep.

Y/N was out by the end of the first episode, but Matt kept it playing, hoping the soft background noise would keep her asleep.

He checked on her consistently. Feeling if her head for a fever, and listening closely to her lungs and the way her heart beat. He was never more thankful for his incredible hearing that he was today.

But when evening turning to night, Matt couldn’t fight the sleepy feeling himself. Arms wrapped around his little one, he drifted off to sleep himself, resting his head on top of hers.

And there they laid, on the comfy couch, both in a light peaceful sleep.

Until Foggy almost busted down the door…

“Guess who’s back from the store?!” Foggy announced happily as he walk into the apartment. Matt and Y/N both jumped out of their sleep, Y/N whinny against Matt from the sound.

Matt rubbed her head, placing a small kiss to the top, “I know, I know, your Uncle needs to be a little more quiet.” He said with a pointed look to Foggy.

“Oh! Sorry!” He said, grabbing a seat across from the couch. “But I’ll make it up to you! I’ve got some goodies from the store.”

He started placing all the items on the end table: more medicine, some ice packs for her head, ice pops and…

“Ice Cream!!” My eyes widened. Not one but three separate flavors of ice cream!

“I didn’t know which one was your absolute favorite so I grabbed all three.” Foggy smiled.

“I hope you bought actual food too.” Matt chimed in.

“Yeah, yeah, there’s some canned soups in here too but I couldn’t leave the store without ice cream!”

“Thank you Uncle Foggy!!” I grab a whole container of ice cream and hug it close.

“Anything for my favorite niece. I’ll grab you a spoon.”

“And a bowl,” Matt calls after him, “don’t want to get more sick eating a whole thing of ice cream now do you?” He raises an eye brow.

I whine but reluctantly squeezed his hand for no.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked, leaning forward to place a kiss to my forehead. Instantly it takes my pouty expression away.

The rest of the night goes on calmly. All three of us have a bowl of ice cream. Then Uncle Foggy grabs some of my books and reads to me using all kinds of silly voices while Dada cleans up. Uncle Foggy is so silly! He had me giggling the whole story.

Uncle Foggy leaves later on and Matt and I go to sleep for the night. I toss and turn early in the morning, unable to get comfortable again.

Suddenly I hear a knock at the door, Matt stirs, starting to wake up but I’m already up and out of bed.

I run over to the door and check the peephole to see who it is. I freeze, shocked and surprised.

I quickly open the door to see Uncle Frank standing there, small teddy bear in his hand and a balloon attached that says: Get Well Soon.

He lights up seeing me, “I heard someone wasn’t feeling good.” He opens his arms, “Come here kiddo.” I run into his arms and practically melt, so happy he came to visit too.

Matt smiles from the doorway of the bedroom. With all the Uncles and Aunts Y/N has, she was going to be getting a lot of extra comfort in these next couple of days.

[mommahughes19-23]

imma tattoo artist - Q.H

@tattoosbymorgs : did some tattoos and then took my best friend to see my man play his favorite game..

tagged : @yfriend @_quinnhughes

location : VAN

_eliaspettersson : dude that dragon is SICK and I wish I didn't hate needles ...

luca.fantilli : next time I see you I wanna get my tiny love dinosaur

↪ tattoosbymorgs : make it happen lu - you know where I am, bring ya self

bboeser : I WANT YOUR JACKET. give it here!!!!

jackhughes : oh. wow. this is neat.

lhughes_06 : I think your friend is confused as to who's jersey she should wear ..

↪ tattoosbymorgs : DONT PRESSURE MY FRIEND YOU BULLY! SHE CAN CHEER FOR WHO EVER SHE WANTS

trevorzegras : wow... thats legit my bestest lil cousin ever PLEASE TATTOO ME ASAP

↪ tattoosbymorgs : first off im 2 years older than you, second off no, I saw you cheat on me with your other artist.❌

bradytkachuk : dang Quinn, talented and pretty, she's a keeper.

↪ tattoosbymorgs : what is that even supposed to mean?

↪ bradytkachuk : just that youre more skilled than young Quinten will ever be

↪ ehtkachuk : BRADY leave her alone

icole28 : best frienddddddd

lindholmelias : my two best friends ugh

zadorov_16 : I MISS YOU SO MUCH ALREADY OMG I WANT TO FREAKING COME HOME

elblue6 : so talented! love you sweetie.

dakotajoshua8 : will u ever tattoo me?

↪ tattoosbymorgs : probably not because you didn't say please

_tylermyers_ : well even tho you didn't wear any canucks gear I guess its fine... 🆘

↪ tattoosbymorgs : I LET MY FRIEND WEAR IT TO GIVE HER AN AUTHENTIC EXPERIENCE YOU FUCK😑😑😑

yfriend : the best time ever!!!!!!!!!! @j.tmiller9 MORE FIGHTSSS

emmamatthews : you crazy girl!! miss you!😜

austonmatthews : any luck convincing Quinn to let you tattoo him?

↪ tattoosbymorgs : you know the answer is still no.... why do you have to be so mean to me

lelexdemko : sweetie that is stunning! cant wait to see you next season!!😘

_quinnhughes : i smile just for you baby ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😁😁😁😁😁

↪ tattoosbymorgs : I love you so much omg 💕💕💕💕💕

nilshoglander : this is a lot of pda idk if I can handle it👀

j,tmiller9 : I wanna get a tattoo by you ☺️

↪ tattoosbymorgs : NO. jk if you bring your children I might reconsider 😏

tdemko30 : @_quinnhughes get my number #35 tattooed on you 😁

↪ _quinnhughes : not going to happen bud

ehtkachuk : STUNNING MOMMAAA ❤️❤️❤️❤️

colecaufield : 🙈

_alexturcotte : 🥴

*TURNING THIS INTO A FEW PART SERIES OF QUINN x TATTOO ARTIST!GF*

A.N : HIIIIII - long note bc some stuff happened and idk it got me thinking.

ok so this is basically me just ranting about tattoo related things :)

This girl is (obviously) an actual tattoo artist who does real business and I am a HUGEEEEE believer in giving credit where it is due.... so I believe her name is Mar, ALL WORKS OF ART ABOVE ARE THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF MAR DO NOT STEAL OR CREDIT AS YOUR OWN. below you can find a link to her Pinterest where I am sure you could research more to find her other socials.

even if you dont want to know more about her work I encourage you to just look at some of it regardless because (again im not a tattoo artist just a girl with a few tattoos and an obsession) I believe she is mainly a fine line style artist and while being an artist of any capacity takes talent fine line is its own art. I know she also does some capacity of portrait work (I haven't seen any people just a few pet ones) and those are also a tremendously precise skill set. all in all I just think that people should appreciate the time, work, and effort these artist put into their work.

anywho I just wanted to say I would be honored for her to tattoo me.

tagged : @quinnylouhughesx43 @skylershines @jacktoria4ever @bunbunbl0gs @63kaprizov

[rogerswifesblog]

Hi Vera😘❤️

for your 1k bingo: Ari + sex pollen👀

Imagine Ari being an agent. Ari jokes around and flirts around a lot, which makes you cautious about what comes out of his mouth. Stuff like "you're a peach" "can you help me with this, sweetheart?" "My heart just stopped, you're so beautiful." He would say this to different agents and scientists all day without truly meaning it. But you have a huge crush on him, nonetheless.

Fast forward to the incident, when Ari played around the lab carelessly one day and accidentally caused lab scientists to mix up two dangerous chemicals. And since he's the only one in the lab who didn't have a full hazmat suit on, he inhaled the chemicals (which is sex pollen) and was sent to quarantine. And when his mind is in a haze, the only name that stuck in his head is yours👀👀👀

Does he call you to the quarantine room? Do you perceive his words as a desperate measures or you believe him? Does he tell you about his feelings after the pollen wears off?👀👀👀It's your decision! :3 Surprise me hehehehehe😘😘😘

(And probably the fourth(or fifth?) Time, congratulations on your 1k❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ari + sex pollen???? Damn👀 an idea I never knew I needed but yeah. Love it.

And thank you sm!🥺❤️

Turns out I’m shit at short Drabble writing so this one is 4 k, enjoy 🤣

All drabbles will be posted with the tag “1 k followers special” just look for it on my blog:)

Addicted to you

Warnings: dub-con (sex pollen), p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

„Hello, gorgeous, how’s your day?“, your favorite coworker asked, not you. He leaned over Mindys table, right in front of you, making you sigh quietly.

Ari was a very friendly and also handsome man. Most agents, especially all women, had a crush on him, even married once.

And of course, you.

You had a crush on your work partner, making your life awfully miserable. At first you actually thought something was between you, a little spark maybe. All the flirting and sweet petnames seemed to be special, right? Wrong. At least to Ari. He called half the agents gorgeous or flirted his way out of writing reports. At this point whenever he came to you, offering his sweet smile and glances, you knew it was for a reason.

"you're a peach" “No, Ari, I won’t share my lunch.”

"Can you help me with this, peach?" “No, Ari, I won’t write your report”

"My heart just stopped, you're so beautiful, peach." “No, Ari, I won’t fall for that. Go get you your own coffee.”

It’s always the same game. Him trying to flirt his way out of something and you having to do everything to not lose your mind over his words. You’d do anything to hear these compliments honestly. Having Ari call you beautiful because you two went on a date and not because he needed something.

At first you had fallen for it, still hoping the spark you felt was real-but then you noticed he didn’t seem to care about his words as much as you did. How many women here thought he actually meant any of it? How many agents had or will have their heart broken because of his careless thinking? Well, you were definitely one, but probably not the first.

“Oh, really? You don’t have to do that, gorgeous, are you sure?” “Oh course, Ari. I wanted to get a coffee anyway, it wouldn’t make much sense for you to walk unnecessarily if I’m already on my way”, said the clearly not suspecting woman. Sometimes you felt bad for them, really, but on the other hand you knew Ari wouldn’t stop his flirting. You tried to tell him to stop, but it seemed like it was a part of his personality he just couldn’t ‘turn off’.

Grinning Ari walked over to your desk, plopping down on it with his ass, nearly knocking over your own coffee, “be careful you imbecile”, you hissed, making the man laugh. “Good morning to you too, peach. I can tell Mindy to get another coffee for you, if you want”, “no thank you, I like my coffee without the taste of slave, besides I still have mine”, with that you stubbornly took a long sip of your coffee, trying not to frown when you noticed how cold it had already gotten. And Ari definitely saw it too, but he didn't comment on it.

“So, what are we doing today? I heard they have something for us in the laboratory?”, he asked instead, leaning a bit closer to you so he’d be able to read whatever you were writing. His aftershave immediately hit you, making you feel lightheaded. God, how could someone smell this good?

What you didn’t know, he was thinking the same about you, not being able to stop himself from leaning a bit further into your personal space and nearly falling from the desk. “Ari, stop that or you might already sit in the chair with me-” “oh that’s not a bad idea, let’s-“ “no.”

He furrowed his eyebrows a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. “But why-“ “Hey, Ari, I got your coffee-and they called you into the lab. They said it’s urgent”, said Mindy, walking up to your desk and giving Ari his coffee. Was her blouse further open than before?

Head shaking you stood up, ignoring that she didn’t even greet you. “Ari, let’s go”, you didn’t let him talk to Mindy anymore, already grabbing his massive biceps and pulling him to the labs. “Wait-I wanted to-” “I don’t care what you wanted to do, you’re here to work and not to flirt” “geez, chill, someone’s got their panties in a twist-tho I couldn’t help you untwist them, peach.” “Ari-”

At this point you weren’t even sure why he was still your work partner.

Just when you wanted to enter the lab someone held you back, one of the interns smiling up at you. “Oh hello, Peter, everything okay?”, you smiled at him, not noticing Ari rolling his eyes when the young man blushed. “I have some documents for you to sign, it’s important”, since it was important you told Ari to go and ask the scientists about the substance they found while you’d sign the papers.

“So, Peter, how was your weekend?” You asked the young man, while sitting down at your desk. He sat down in the chair in front of your desk, looking around your office. Mindy seemed to ignore him, just like she did ignore you. What a bitch. Did she really only talk when Ari was around?

Peter cleared his throat. “It was really fun, we-“ a shrill alarm sounded, alarming everyone to leave the building. Fire? No it wasn’t the fire alarm. You’ve never heard this before. Grabbing petter by the arm you immediately left your office, hearing Mindy's steps behind you. “What’s happening?”, you called out to one of the guards.

“There was an accident in the lab. Some chemicals exploded-“

Your chest immediately tightened. Oh god. Ari. No, no, no. What if he got hurt? What if he- “Miss, we need to go”, your intern interrupted you, pulling you out of the building. “No wait- I need-Ari is still there-”

The whole floor was closed for two days. Two days in which you didn’t know what happened to Ari. You were worried sick-and heartbroken. His behavior may be annoying but it didn’t mean your heart had stopped craving him. It seemed your feelings only grew in the past days.

As soon as you entered the building you went to your boss to ask about Ari, not receiving much information only that he was alive but in quarantine. Did it mean he had a disease? Maybe whatever the scientists had found was incurable?

Again you felt yourself nearly hyperventilating. “Please let me see him. I just want to see he’s alive. I don’t believe it until I see it myself”, you nearly begged with tears in your eyes. Your boss sighed, rubbing the brick of his nose with two of his fingers. “Fine, fine just-stop crying. I can’t handle that”, he mumbled walking you to the quarantine room.

You could see him through a window and your boss was right, he was alive.

But he looked like death was close.

He was sweaty, his clothes soaked and hugging his body like a second skin. His skin was pale. Dark circles beneath his eyes. His wrists cuffed to the bed. God, poor Ari. “What’s wrong with him?” “We don’t really know…He was affected by the chemicals. The scientists said he inhaled them and immediately felt dizzy, hot…started mumbling some nonsense about peaches”, said the man. Just when you wanted to ask something else his phone rang. He excused himself and walked away.

The ringing had caught Ari’s attention. “Peach-peach”, he whined, writhing in the bed like crazy. His wrists were already red and scratched, but it didn’t stop him from pulling at them harder. You swallowed, seeing his wrists bleeding.

“Miss, you’re not allowed to be here”, one of the doctor’s came, pulling you a bit further away from the window. You noticed how it made Ari even angrier than before, throwing himself from side to side. “Bastard! Don’t-don’t fucking touch her!”, he hissed, making you immediately pull away from the doctor who had touched your arm. Ari stopped his movements, his breathing slowly calming down.

You furrowed your eyebrows at that, the doctor doing the same and reaching out to you again, making Ari going feral. Seeing the hand of the stranger touching your skin made him pull at the restraints even harder, till they started cutting in his skin. Not wanting Ari to hurt himself, you stepped away from the man, closer to the window noticing how Ari tried to lift his hand-which wasn’t possible.

“Let me in. I think he…wants my company?”, you mumbled. The man seemed unsure. “We don’t know what the chemicals did to his body-he’s still…unstable. And maybe contagious-“ “Please, I think he’ll feel better when I’m there”, the Doctor sighed and pulled out a key, opening the door. As soon as you walked in Ari tried to pull at his restraints to touch you, which he managed when you sat down at the edge of his bed.

A moan escaped his throat when your cool hands touched his burning forehead. “Oh god, you have a fever-and you’re drenched”, you whispered, wiping away the sweat from his skin. “I’m-hot. Too hot”, he mumbled, sitting a bit up and hiding his face against your throat, immediately inhaling your smell. The soft smell of your peachy parfum. So, so good. So addicting. “So nice…missed you, peach”, he mumbled, his lips touching your throat, close to kissing.

“Ari, you should…you’re totally out of your mind”, you pushed him back into the pillow, turning around to the doctor who was still watching you two. And taking some notes, huh? “Excuse me, could you get me a cloth and bowl of cold water?”, the doctor nodded, leaving you two for a few moments.

Your hand caressed Aris cheeks, slowly brushing down to his chest, his chest heaving uncontrollably, heart pounding so fast you couldn’t count the beats. “I’m so sorry I let you walk into the lab alone. I should’ve known something would happen…”

Ari moaned again, pushing himself into your palm. He felt completely overwhelmed, especially now that you were here. So close. Touching him.

“I’m hot-I want it off-take it off”, he tried to grab at his clothes, pulling them away from his body, but he couldn’t really move his hands. His breathing became even faster than before. You knew you probably shouldn’t act on his words, but seeing his big blue eyes begging you. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you”, with that you started pushing up his shirt, but stopping at his chest. “You’re cuffed-I can’t help much more, I’m-“ “take them off. I don’t want them-take them off”, he started fidgeting again.

That’s when the doctor from before came in with a cloth and water. “What are you doing miss?” “Open the cuffs-” “miss-“ “open the fucking cuffs! Don’t you see he’s bleeding? When will you react?! When he breaks his wrists?!!” You started arguing with him, making the man jump in surprise, not expecting your yelling.

“Fine, but I’m leaving the room.” He only put the bowl with the cloth aside, giving you the key to Aris cuffs. Then he quickly left the room leaving you with Ari behind.

You felt your own hands shake while slowly opening the restraints. Before you could even really let Ari pull out his hands he was already taking off his shirt, not caring about the ripping sound. When you noticed how he tried to open his pants you gasped quietly. “Wait Ari-no-pants no”, you took his hands that were working on his zipper, making him moan quietly while he pushed his hips up into your hands.

It surprised you and you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling your hands away again. “Fuck no-don’t stop”, he mumbled grabbing you by the hips and pulling onto his hips, letting you feel his hard dick throb in his pants. “What-Ari, what are you doing-hey-no”, you swatted his hands away, grabbing the wet cloth and hitting his chest with it.

Ari gasped, his eyes focusing a bit more while he looked up at you, still lightheaded but less than before. “Please-I don’t know what’s happening to me-but I need you-fuck, I need you so bad, please”, he sat up and immediately buried his face again your throat, kissing and sucking at your skin. He was losing his control.

He felt exactly like he felt when the chemicals first hit him.

As soon as he opened the tube, a yellow powder explosion went right in his face. Everything around him started to spin, his vision getting blurred and-he felt aroused. So fucking aroused.

Why weren’t you here? You were supposed to come with him. He needed to see you. No.

He needed to fuck you.

God. He wanted to feel your skin. Your lips. To taste you. He wanted to taste the sweet peachy shampoo or parfum-or whatever it was that made you smell so good.

“Peach-where’s-peach”, he moaned quietly, bracing himself on the table next to him. He didn’t even know what was happening around him. The people calling a code something-and grabbing him, touching him. He hated the touch of these people. He wanted you. “Peach-no-not you-peach-“

“Ari, are you okay?”, when your voice pulled him out of his thoughts he grabbed your arms again. “I can’t control myself-I need you-fuck-please-“, he mumbled close to your lips, already wanting to kiss them, but you pushed him away.

Someone walked into the room again, two doctors you didn’t know. “We found out what it is-but there’s no cure for it”, hearing this made your throat tighten. No cure? “Miss, he won’t die-not if…the person of his desire…helps him out.” You didn’t understand what they were talking about and it was also hard to concentrate with Ari trying to kiss your throat or sucking hickeys into your skin.

“What do you mean help him out? What should I-Ari stop it-that tickles-“, you tried to push his head away, feeling his beard tickle your throat. He whined when you pushed his forehead again, his arms tightening around your waist.

“Miss, we think Mr Levinson was affected by, the so called, sex pollen, a drug making the affected wanting to…breed and reproduce. It won’t stop until he…fulfills his needs.” The doctors words made your mouth immediately feel dry, like you hadn’t drank anything for days.

“I…need to have sex with him?” Both doctors looked at each other, then back at you. “We can probably try to find someone to…help him, but he seems to react to you.”

For fucks sake, why couldn’t he be affected by…something that wouldn’t make him want to reproduce.

Of course you’ve always wanted it, but not like this. You wanted for it to matter and not when Ari was not himself. Drugged.

You swallowed. Then swallowed again.

“Okay…i'll do it, but…can we have privacy? A room without a huge window?”, you asked self consciously, finally letting Ari bury his face further in your neck and cleavage since he definitely heard you agreeing to sleeping with him.

The doctors seemed a bit uncomfortable in this situation. “Yeah this window has curtains. Well let them down and then you can-“ “Yeah I know-just-go. I’ll take care of him”, you mumbled a bit embarrassed and also slowly turned on. How could someone not get turned on when the person they love kissed their throat and cleavage? Or nibbled at your earlobe? Fuck, your panties were probably drenched.

A couple minutes later the doctors were gone, the curtains lowered and some of the buttons of your shirt open, but Ari seemed impatient just ripping the rest from your body, making you gasp quietly. “Ari-“, you moaned, letting him pull you over his lap, his hard dick immediately pressing into your cunt. There were still too many layers between you two, making Ari mumble something unhappily, while he opened his pants, hastily pushing them down.

You quickly helped him out of his clothes, nearly falling from his lap since Ari was so impatient to finally get out of these he kind of got carried away and was close to actually pushing you from the bed. As soon as his body was completely bare he sighed in relief and grabbed your waist, pushing you into the bed. You didn’t had much time to appreciate the beauty of him, before he started hastily ripping your skirt and slipping from your hips, immediately pushing your legs open.

“Jesus-Ari, we have time-”, you mumbled when he immediately tried to place himself between your thighs, his lips still suckling at your throat. When he reached your breasts he bit into the flesh, making you moan in pleasure and surprise. His tongue circled the pink teeth mark, before hastily doing the same closer to your nipple.

When you felt the tip of his cock press against your wet cunt you couldn’t stop the nervousness creeping up inside you. Even though you weren’t able to really admire him you still noticed the size of his cock.

No wonder he was always this…cocky.

“Ari-oh fuck-”, when he thrusted inside your wet cunt you couldn’t stop the moans from leaving your mouth, especially since he didn’t waste time before fucking you hard and fast. His gaze glued to your cunt swallowing his cock, clearly only thinking about his release.

For a moment you doubted even if it really mattered to him who was beneath him. Did he really recognise you as you or were you just a cumdump to him? (Not that you would’ve mind under other circumstances.)

“Peach-peach look a’me”, Ari moaned, grabbing your chin with one hand, making you look into his blown eyes, the pupil completely swallowing the usually bright color. “My peach-mine”, his words were slightly slurred, but it seemed like he meant it. Maybe. Hopefully.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him a bit closer till your bodies were flushed against one another. “Yes, Ari, your peach. I’m all yours”, you whispered into his ear, not expecting the nearly inhuman sound rumbling from his chest, his thrust immediately quickening, the sound of skin on skin slapping becoming louder, just like the squelching sound from how wet you were for him.

Fuck, it felt so good. He was fucking you like no one else before. His cock was hitting every spot inside you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit from time to time, stimulating you even more. “Fuck-fuck, Ari-I’m close-please-oh god”, as soon as you felt your high approach your nails pushed into the skin of his back and biceps, making him moan in pleasure. The pain felt so good. So, so good.

You were a moaning and shaking mess beneath Ari, while he watched your every reaction. He didn’t know what to say or if he was saying something. He knew he opened his mouth, but the only thing leaving his lips were moans and grunts. He had no idea why he was behaving like this, like…like a feral animal, but all his sensations felt so different, his senses heightened, especially his smell. The smell of you was everywhere, surrounded him, filled his lungs whenever he took a breath.

A few thrust more and your cunt started squeezing him, your walls tightening around him, hugging him like you were made for him. Your mouth was open in a silent moan, your face scrunched in pleasure. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips onto yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. The kiss took you by surprise but you immediately returned it with the same enthusiasm.

Slowly feeling too overstimulated, from having him hit your g-spot over and over again, you felt yourself coming closer to something you’ve never felt before. Not only were you completely lightheaded and cockdrunk, but your whole body seemed to have stopped listening to you. Your legs gave out, your thighs not wrapped around Aris waist like the did before, your arms lightly hanging around his neck.

Ari grabbed your legs, pushing them up to your chest, before continuing his assault on your sensitive spot. The change in position makes him feel even bigger, if that’s even possible. With that he was also now fucking your spot dead on. Your eyes filled with tears, your throat feeling raw from moaning and screaming in pleasure, your whole body useless, just like a doll in his hands.

Before you could react another orgasm rushed over you, this one different, more intense, like never before.

You squirted all over Ari and yourself, your juices gushing onto his thighs and abdomen, a deep growl rumbling in his throat while he pushed his cock deeper into you, grinding against you while you felt him twitch inside you, your walls milking him while was filling you with his cum.

He didn’t stop releasing for a few minutes and you didn’t know if it was because of the drug or if it was just Ari, but when he finally pulled out and put your legs down some of his cum leaked out of you, making him grunt in annoyance and furrow his eyebrows a bit. If you had the strength to do it you'd probably have laughed at his behavior, but your muscles were too sore.

“Come’ere my caveman and stop grunting at my…you know”, you laughed quietly but also a bit self conscious. When he saw your open arms Ari immediately laid onto you, his face pressed into your neck once again. “Mine”, he mumbled barely audible, while you gently scratched his hair and back, noticing the rosy lines you’d left behind.

At that point you didn’t know what to do next. Were you supposed to leave him now? Would he be fine now? But just leaving like that felt weird. Especially since Ari meant to you more than just a friend, way more than that.

A few minutes passed and you noticed how Ari’s body felt cooler now, it even seemed like he had goosebumps. Not wanting him to freeze you grabbed the blanket that was laying on the floor and pulled it over his body. You felt him sigh softly against your skin, cuddling closer into the crook of your neck. It felt nice to have this huge man making himself small to fit into your arms wanting to cuddle.

It also made you think….

Was his head clear now? How would he react? Would he be mad?

“Ari…are you awake?”, you whispered quietly into his ear, hearing him mumble something incoherent back. The corners of your lips twitched while you shook his shoulder again, finally getting him to lift his head. At first he seemed confused, then shocked, then confused again and finally something like..regret.

Oh god, no. He didn’t want it. He regretted it. What if he felt like you- “I’m so sorry you had to do this, peach-I-I never wanted for it to happen like this-fuck. I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot, I shouldn’t have-” “Ari, it’s okay. I understand. You needed it. We can forget it and just think of it as…needs to an-“ “no. We can’t forget it-please don’t make me have to forget it. I don’t want to forget it..”, his voice quietened to the end, his gaze glued to your face.

Noticing your confusion he leaned down, pressing his lips gently onto yours, only in a sweet peck. A soft smile crept onto his lips, even a blush was visible. “I wanted to do all of it with you…touch you…kiss you…taste you…fuck you”, he whispered the words in your ear, kissing down your throat, before lifting his head again, “I’m sorry it happened like this and not how you really deserved it.”

You still were confused, but your chest tingled with hopefulness. “So you mean-you like me?“, to that Ari only laughed gently before kissing you one more time, passionate and loving.

“But never call me caveman again, tho.”

“Sure…..caveman”

Thank you for reading!

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[your-local-grinning-cat]

The Ultimate Compilation Callout

Hey Guys! AR OOC once again to say I am 100% done.

I'm done with this. I thought it was finally dying down and the drama was finally getting to be over with but then she came back and is now trying to say that we are the ones in the wrong. And she is STILL trying to blame Leona's mod when, as both @/castaway-achlys and I have stated numerous times at this point, they were asleep during the entire event. They did not ask for us to defend them. We were both just tired of hearing our friend be exhausted and stressed out by her.

And the fact that so many people have come out to give their own experiences of her being rude and cruel to them just proves this is not a singular event.

I'm putting all this under a cut because it's gonna get long guys. In fact, I’m probably going to end up needing to create a couple reblog chains to get it all out.

But I'm done playing nice. I have all the receipts. Like I went allllll the way back to when the discord was first created. I caught her in her first lie.

Which, coincidentally, her very first lie in the Discord server happened on the very first day it was formed. What a way to start.

I call her the Malleus mod as an identifier in these screenshots, because unlike her, I am not petty enough to reveal peoples’ personal information on the internet just because I don’t like them.

HOWEVER. I will remind everyone that she is not JUST the owner of the Malleus account. Even if you don’t want to look under the read more because there are a LOT of receipts, know that these are all her known blogs.

I do not condone harassment. Harassment is basically what started all this. Just block and go.

Malleus Draconia @/therealmalleusdraconia

Falena Kingscholar @/the-falena-kingscholar

Aijuka (A Leona gf OC) @/the-one-aijuka

Jack Howl @/frosh-jack-howl

Fellow Honest @/fellow-honest

Meleanor Draconia @/meleanor-draconia

Baul Zigvolt @/baul-zigvolt

Sebek’s Mother @/thethickestone

Marja Felmier @/marja-felmier

And her latest: Eric Venue @/ericvenue

(Bonus non-rp blog @/thetwistedminds)

Before we get too far into it I will say there is a slight color code! But only a tiny one!

Gross light green color - look at that lie! 👀

Gross darker green color - a lie is revealed! 🤭

Orange - note the date/time! 🗓️⏰

Let me show you what I mean in the lie I’ve already mentioned - her very first one. :)

There we have the orange, telling you to note the date. That’s because I was wanting to make sure it was known that the pet posts were made on the same date that the discord was created.

And then we have the gross light green around Malleus mod claiming that this bunny is her bunny and that it was her bunny’s birthday recently.

Now here is the follow up with the gross darker green of a lie revealed. 😌

And there we have it! The color coding system and her very first lie told the very first day the Discord channel was active and easily disproven with an image search.

Now let’s get into the FUN STUFF! /sarc

We’re going to be doing some rehashing here but I’m also going to probably be including some new things so stay with me folks! This’ll be a ride! Buckle up!

So, originally I was thinking I'd start with the current drama. But considering that a lot of that has already been covered and what hasn't been covered needs more context, I'm just going to keep going in chronological order, I guess.

I've been up for over 24 hours compiling receipts, editing them to protect IDs, and then getting them all sorted so let's finally do this so I can pass out!

First up is something that actually has been covered a bit but I'm going to expand on it slightly - her blatant lie to @/elysia-nsimp (I'm not tagging anyone because I'm not forcing anyone to get notifications on this lmao).

Here's what everyone has already seen. But to expand on the event, we didn't call her out on her bad behavior, even though we probably should have as she had just lied straight to another mod's face about her blog ownership. I simply DM'd the mod in question privately to make sure they were okay and then tried to keep the peace in the main chat.

Because, believe it or not with this major callout post, I don't generally like confrontation. But I stepped in there for Elysia and I stepped up during this for Leona's mod.

Now, later that night, she posts this as if nothing had happened and she hadn't just been told that she needed to work on her roleplaying skills:

Uh huh. Sure. That's your last account. Because you have shown so much self-control when it comes to filling character voids within the twst rp community already. I'll be generous and give you a month before you break.

Now these next ones need a tiny bit of background information and a note: the Malleus mod is German and, as far as we know, lives in Germany. These next pictures are little indicators that she has not experienced the United States at all. These indicators may not seem important now, but they will be in just a little time. So keep them in mind for after the pause.

You cannot tell me anyone who has spent any length of time in the United States has not at least heard of Walmart.

Quick pitstop to say wow! You didn't even make it a month! Congratulations!

Also, note the question from the admin and the pretty obvious passive aggressiveness from me. We were sending plenty of hints that they needed to stop - sometimes coming outright and saying it, sometimes simply implying. Either way, we were all ignored.

She says she's not a mind reader. Well, apparently she's just not a reader period.

Now... a bit of an oddball here. And I want to say I do not necessarily think this is a lie. I am including it for a lie that is coming. The one that I included all those America comments for.

I'm sure you will note that I said that I don't "necessarily think" it's a lie - indicating that I do think it could be a possibility. That would be correct.

She has been lying since day one and, after this doozy of a story I'm about to share with you, I honestly don't know what to believe when it comes to her.

So.. to sum this up...

We went from a cringe ask from an OC account that she didn't want to answer -> the asker wasn't supposed to be on tumblr because they were underage (???) and was trying to date her irl and somehow had all of her information (oh but don't worry guys she deleted the ask!) -> he found her social media accounts and sent her NSFW pictures and started spam liking, demanding pictures of her kids, sent pictures of her at-the-time boyfriend, sent pictures of his family and his kids -> so she blocked him on everything and then started spam creating the rp accounts to see if he did it with other people or if it was just her (...mmmhmmm...) but nope he was only interested in Malleus -> she then apparently moved to America for a bit to crash with her boyfriend because this underage person went to Germany to find he.

Oh, by the way, why was this guy obsessed with her? Oh, he was obsessed with German women. He decided that all German women were pretty. And she's German-Russian! And Russians have intense standards for women you know! After this guy found out she was German AND Russian, I mean... it was only a matter of time before he upped his game to try to find her!

Guys, she's not saying she's too beautiful for her own good - the underage stalker speaks for itself!

Now, since this stalker found her through her Malleus account and was obviously very determined, you would think the first course of action would be to, ya know, delete the Malleus blog. Right?

No, no, no! Then she would have to start all over and, of course, if she switched accounts she would be forced to make a post on her current blog saying what her new blog is and he would just find her there. That's why she's trying to make her other accounts more active than her Malleus account (her Malleus account was still, by far, before all this happened, the most popular of all her rp blogs)!

Can I also mention that in that post announcing her pregnancy ON HER MALLEUS ACCOUNT WHERE SHE SUPPOSEDLY HAS A STALKER, she had tagged ALL OF HER BLOGS AT THE TIME?

But yes, Malleus mod. I definitely believe your story. :)

Please. Please tell me you all can understand why I just cannot find it in me to trust a single word coming out of this woman's mouth.

Especially now that during this whole drama, she has been lying through her teeth and trying to pin the entire blame on Leona's mod.

Now this part is nearly over (thank whatever gods anyone believes in) but let's just post the last few of the "before drama happened" pictures, shall we?

...I'm realizing I didn't underline the part where I called her out for having that many blogs in the gross dark green of a lie caught... oops. This is what happens when you have far too little sleep.

But either way, here is another time when she was called out on a lie of hers. And her little comment at the end means she read it and she acknowledged us.

She just didn't care because it didn't suit her.

~~~~~~

ALRIGHT!

THAT'S THE END OF PART ONE!

Yeah. This is going to come out in PARTS. I can't cover it all in one post because there is a picture limit.

So, I'm going to end up making a reblog chain...

Eventually.

Real talk? I need to sleep. Desperately. It's nearly two in the afternoon where I am and I have not slept yet.

Do not underestimate the power of spite and my loyalty to my friends. Both are very strong motivators.

But my body's needs are finally winning.

When I wake up, I'll have the Ultimate Drama Arc to post and expand upon and then the Return of the Drama Arc.

Yay. (said in the most unenthused voice ever lmao)

Anyway. Enjoy all this. I'm gonna go die. /j

[skriblee-ksk]

*Note that this mini event takes place in the future, years after the character's have graduated and left Night Raven College. Lydia and Silver have two kids by the time they get married, Ryuumi (their adopted son, age 6) and Momo (their biological son, age 4) They live in Briar Valley (specifically in the house Lilia raised Silver in), with Lilia visiting/staying over often (he basically lives with them lol ♡)*

You open your mailbox one morning to find a letter, wrapped in twine and wild flowers. Your name was written neatly on the front, with small drawings in crayon surrounding it (done by a child). Inside the letter was an invitation, inviting you to a joyous occasion.

Lydia and Silver are getting married, and you're invited! ♡

The wedding and reception will be held outdoors, in the woods near their home (essentially their backyard lol ♡). The wedding will have chairs on each side of the aisle for guests to sit, decorated in soft pinks, blues, and gold (alongside the natural plant life). The reception will have tables and chairs, along with a dance floor and buffet (that will be catered).

Since this mini event takes place in the future, think of this as a fun opportunity to imagine what your OC and OC x Canon's future will be like! Maybe they're married, or have kids of their own? Or maybe they're separated, and have a reunion at the wedding?? 👀👀👀

Is your OC attending as a guest, or are they part of the wedding? Like a bridesmaid, or groomsman, or even being Lydia's hairstylist for the day! It's up to you ♡

There's no dress code/requirements either! It's moreso what you think your OC / OC x Canon would wear if they got invited to a wedding (or were apart of a wedding party!) ♡

Once people start responding to their invitations (whether it be with art, writing, etc) I'll write some scenarios to go along with it, and tag you when it's posted ♡

Thank you! ♡♡♡

An invite from Lydia?! And to her wedding, no less? Kiyuu RSVPed immediately, of course!! Along with a couple of questions such as: What’s the dress code? When should they be there by and is it fine if they arrive early? Is Grim allowed to be there (this one was more of a warning for the food lmao)?

All the questions were answered swiftly, and all Kiyuu had was to tell Ryoko (@kathxrat-01) about it.

Of course Kiyuu was joking, but throwing around flowers seemed kind of fun. Oh well, that spot was probably taken by one of Lydia’s boys, and they’d be much cuter anyway.

The most major thing left was choosing a gift:

“What should we gift them? Ah, I wonder if they’d appreciate a video of the pictures I took of them when they were back in NRC, haha! That’s be nostalgic!”

“Oh, that might be cute!”

“… Kiyuu, did you take those pictures with permission?”

“…”

“Kiyuu.”

“The, but to capture the candid—”

“Kiyuu, that’s rude! How many times do I have to tell you…”

Ryoko and Kiyuu ended up agreeing to move all photos of Silver and Lydia to the USB and permanently delete them from the camera memory so they could do what they wanted to with those photos <3

TY SHEEPY FOR THE INVITATION!!! i cannot wait for their wedding. i’ll probably draw more about kiyuu and even lydia and silver bc the wedding is giving me so many ideas.

drawing older kiyuu wasn’t a struggle at all bc while she’s all like “who am i. what do i want to become. where do i want to go???” during her first year, she becomes much more sure of herself as she ages. AND! She starts being obsessed with wearing dresses (thanks to Ryoko <333)

She hasn’t left Jack nor Ryoko NOR GRIM. i don’t mention him a lot but that’s her SON through and through. I feel like she’s doing something with studying archaeology or general technology stuff.

She looks the way she wants to, she’s doing the thing she’s good at and likes, and she’s still in her beloved QPR. she truly is living her best life. or at least, i feel like she could, so this is what I’ll draw her as!!

Didn’t draw Ryoko because I don’t want to like. make her older version without Wens’ decisions. But ryokiyuu is tightknit as always!!

[r0semultiverse]

Mr. 6 made you do a good show to be released?? 👀 um....

This is already giving serious eye vibes.

A whole show dedicated to public humiliation?

The Mr. Bonzo suit started moving??? 👀 Serious stranger vibes. 🤡

"It actually became a sort of ritual"

I've seen people being like "don't cross tag" but buddy... the writing cross tags itself here I mean c'mon! 😂 Something something ritual of the stranger- okay, I'll keep listening!

Hey, what's with the music?? Hey, who is Terrance Menki???👀

"The police said there were eleven bodies in total and his wardrobe was full of all sorts of homemade costumes." BRO IS ACTUALLY MAGNUSPOD WILLIAM AFTON-

"It certainly had a profound effect on the Mr. Bonzo brand." Oh I'm sure it did, holy fucking shit. 👀

Oh, me using this image is rather ironic now.

"In a lot of ways I’m more his prisoner now than I ever was on my show." WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? 👀

"The witness statements from three murders over the last five years that claim a person in a Mr. Bonzo costume was at the scene? Do you think there could be a copycat?" Has the fear of clowns manifested as an actual clown-guything?

"Don’t contact us again." "Us?" "Why am I still trapped dealing with all this this- Why won’t he let me go?! Why-" So Mr. Bonzo is absolutely a clown cryptid of sorts with some sort of hold over Nigel.

Oh no, Gwen's about to fuck around & find out, isn't she? 👀

Hey, is Colin still himself & is he supposed to be back?

Hmm, okay, I guess that's him (hopefully).

"Maybe don’t tell them I’ve been on their terminals. They’ll only get the wrong idea." "If Lena asks, I wasn’t here." Seems like everyone's got their own little secret investigations going on, fun! This can only go well! 🙃

One of the episodes absolutely no one shows up to work except Lena is there & is like "where the fuck did everyone go?"

"Time to get some new hires again I guess."

Let's go!! Ruin exploration gang!!

"Like, it’s Saturday night and I’m choosing to hang out in a hole with you. A wet hole. And not the good kind either."

Alice with the absolute best quotes. lmao

That sounds like something with giant wings like a bat or some sort of cloth flapping in the wind. Let's hope it's the latter!

Oh a rusty old filing cabinet! Wait tetanus- 😭

"That carved floor in the big atrium – I don’t know what’s going on with that." Ah so we're just gonna breeze past that then. 😶

These are probably the remnants of old avatar creation test areas like mentioned in the Gerry & Gertrude episode. I'm just assuming here.

A key? Big find! Let's go!

AS I WAS SAYING-

Gwen, it was nice knowing you. 🫡

"Now get out of his house."

Archivist! 👁👄👁

"symbols of ancient otherworldly power"

Wait could this be a timeline where this universe's Jane Prentiss actually did manage to invade the building & succeed? I'm thinking out loud.

21:10 that sounds like critters, insects specifically 👀

"I have memories of weird stuff I saw here, but no context. I want to know what was happening, why they chose us… why they didn’t choose me. Maybe find the bit where everything started to go wrong." I am so captivated & intrigued please recount said memories to us- I mean Alice so we can learn more. Please. 👀

EXCUSE ME, WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? WHO IS "[ERROR]?"

WHY DO THEY SOUND DISTORTED AS FUCK?? ARE THEY FROM THE PRIME TIMELINE OR IS THIS A NEW THING?

ARE WE GAZING OUR EYES UPON A WRETCHED THING FROM THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES?!

edit:

Is Lucia Wright an avatar of The Flesh now (in this universe or from the original timeline somehow)? Because it sure fucking sounds like it! 👀 Well, at least that key was put to good use! 😂

Also, supposedly Mr. Bonzo is a reference to Mr. Blobby.

Gwen, I'd be quaking in my boots too. That thing is terrifying!

Late observation but this universe & story seems to focus a lot on the cryptids & I like the direction it's going in! Loving this plot of cryptid hunters, childhood avatar experiments, a strange institute where our main character has past trauma, & just all of it is so good! 💜

Amazing episode, 10/10, I was at the edge of my seat the entire time! 💜 That Bonzo scene & the sound design were absolutely horrifying, thank you! The ending too! 🔥

[kahvilahuhut]

🔍 cynosure status update

i mean. it's also periphery update too though. teehee. feel free to also check out the drawing here!

🤍 New to the story? Check out the (current) wip intros: Cynosure / Periphery

omg it's been a while, hasn't it? haha. i must admit i might have gotten A Bit too deep into some university assignments (+ my thesis). I do sometimes talk about the story on my main, too, but it's nothing that important for the story itself, mostly just some fun facts about the characters, which means that most of the development I've done is in my brain. Or is nonexistent or something. ANYWAY! Here's a status update to tell what has been happening lately! Might actually make this into something I post every now and then.

In this status update I'm going to talk a little about how it's going with the story, overall thoughts, plot/character changes and some things you can expect during next few weeks (hopefully). I'll put it all under the cut to keep this short on the dashboard 🥰

Like always, if you have any questions about the story, feel free to send an ask - I'll always be happy to answer 🤍

overall thoughts

Right now one of my top thoughts is honestly debating whether i want to, like, actually write this somewhere as a nove, or whether I should do it as a graphic novel or something. That said, if I do go with the latter, you can still expect writing bc I like to write things out to plan them. Or vise versa make some kind of sketches for writing. My brain works in a weird way, I know lol

I have been doing some worldbuilding (specifically for the story AND something for the overall story world that I have). Let me know if you'd love to hear some things I have thought about!

I've also been doing some research about *checks notes* Boston, MA. Because that's where most of the story happens :^) Though it happens in 2200's so I still have lots of room to change things around.

Definitely thinking about adding more dark/horror stuff in the world as a whole bc there's been, like, a climate crisis. AND people do interplanetary traveling. Stuff like that ought to lead to some fucked up stuff. Especially when there's megacorporations involved. Cynosure wise there's going to be something, especially in Periphery, happening to one of the main characters. 👀

plot/character updates

(that have happened lately, at least)

One of the pov characters kind of got a name update! Tobias's first name has been changed to Ripley, and it's what most characters will probably referring to it as. That said, some characters (+ itself) will refer to it as Tobias bc that's its preferred name that's somethings its friends and wife call it

Another pov character (Samuel) got an interesting change of backstory, some tweaks in personality, and its plot-revelant actions have changed a little. Sammy's changes has thus made some already existing things I've posted on here non-canon.

Slowly finally putting together what I mah want to have in Klara's chapters and it's sooooo exciting.

Polished some things about the plots, especially the different parts of the acts <3

Got more thoughts about the project itself (or, well, what it should have). That also means I need to look more into pharma research or something. Very interesting...

Overall, lots to think about and lots to research about.

things to expect in next few weeks

(that is, if I won't drown in university assignments or something)

I've had some ideas for little stories that would be happening before the story, to show more information about the characters and the story itself (like what happened in the original project). Or maybe just some fun parts of characters' backstories. So I may post something if I manage to write it!

Some more character introductions + pov character post. Might make a "tag yourself" meme. Or a powerpoint wip intro

Something else, maybe? If you have an idea, let me know!

taglist (interact with this post if you want to be added or removed!)

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Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 9: Moving Out | 4.1k

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairing: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Female Reader

Tags | Warnings: Brief mentions of weapons

Author's Note: I have an author's note below but I don't wanna spoil so read first!👀😉

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As you stood by the closed door, your hand trembling slightly as you clutched the silk robe that Yelena had given you. Your eyes were still puffy from the tears you had shed moments ago, and the hurtful words of Yelena lingered in you.

You hated it, you were being nice to her even though she was being sarcastic and kind of mean to you. You just met her but you let her words get you. A familiar scent evades your nostrils as you start covering the smooth robe around you.

"I shouldn't have eaten that mac and cheese." You muttered to yourself, pouting like a kid as you played the lace of the robe in your waist.

You don't actually know what you'll do in this room, it wouldn't be bad if you did a little roaming right?

There is only one door inside the room, it was clean—empty is the right word to put it. This room is probably a guest room and you couldn't resist the temptation to explore further. Once you slid the door open, the lights automatically turned on, you were completely startled by it.

You instinctively placed your hand on your chest. "Okay…" you breathed, "That was quite a stunt huh." You awkwardly chuckled to yourself. You peek towards the bathroom connected to the room. "What? The light's gonna open automatically when I open this too? Or like when I stepped inside the water will like automatically run?" Making fun of yourself is the only way to cope up with the things you've seen and encountered today, it's not even lunch hour yet and a lot of things have happened already.

This is just a walk-in closet but it's much bigger than your own apartment. You run your hand towards the fully-furnished cabinets. Intrigued by the sight before you, you couldn't resist but open the cabinets and this is just a guest room you think, so there shouldn't be anything inside except for some towels, bathroom robes, or hygiene stuff prepared just for the guests.

The smell of the wood welcomed you as you opened each closet one by one and slid each drawer open revealing nothing inside them. You tried peeking inside like a stupid toddler playing with the cabinet lights, you even thought about getting yourself inside. But when you got into the last one in the corner of the closet it revealed a couple of clothing inside, 3 suits hanging, not-so-neatly folded pants, boxers and a couple of wrappers.

You placed your closed fists to your mouth with widened eyes. "Yup…" you pointed at it before instinctively slamming the cabinet door close. "That's definitely a condom right there." You did it so quickly that you actually didn't notice the gun attached under the flooring of the cabinet and a couple of teddy bear bandaids beside the empty holster. You quickly turned around and buried your face in your hands.

It became clear to you that this was not just any guest room; it was Natasha's personal space.

Feeling a rush of embarrassment and intrusion, you quickly made your way out of the room, squirming as you carefully slid the door close behind you. The realization that you had unknowingly stepped into Natasha's private sanctuary washed over you, leaving you with a sense of guilt and unease. It's good that you still had some respect and privacy left in you and you didn't go through and touch her things. You kept thinking that it's not your fault because you thought this room was a guest room because it was so empty.

"She didn't use those…to me right?" You squirmed in panic. "No she won't. Plus, it's unopened." You laughed hysterically. "Yeah, they're unopened," you said, convincing yourself as you paced back and forth.

You threw yourself on the sofa, trying to calm yourself. When you already gathered yourself together, you sat slumped on the couch—suddenly your gaze drifted towards the window. You ran your fingers through the smooth cushion of the couch, an idea sparked in your mind.

"Okay I just invaded someone's closet, now I am going to move her things?" You chuckled, already moving the couch towards the window. "It's not my fault that I thought this was a guest room." You mumbled as you hardly moved the couch.

"One more…push" you groaned as you pushed the couch, "Okay…maybe pull." You breathe and walked towards the front of it and started dragging it forward.

The couch now sat perfectly aligned with the window, providing an unobstructed panorama of the bustling city below. You couldn't help but beam like a child, satisfied with your newfound spot to enjoy the scenery. You settled onto the couch, positioning yourself to face the window. As you reclined, the soft cushions embraced you, offering comfort and support.

"Where else am I gonna get a view like this?" You muttered as you lay nestling yourself at the cushions, soaking in the view.

As you peacefully drifted into slumber on the couch by the window, the serenity of your sleep was interrupted by a sudden loud thud outside the room. Your eyes fluttered open, and you sat up, momentarily disoriented. Slowly, you stood and made your way towards the doorway, your steps cautious and tentative.

As you peeked around the corner, your eyes widened at the scene unfolding before you. Natasha had Yelena pinned against the wall, their faces tense with what seemed to be an intense conversation. The air crackled with tension, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

Caught in the middle of their confrontation, your gaze met Natasha's, and for a brief moment, your eyes locked. Natasha took a step back as if nothing happened and smiled at you. You quickly returned it with a gentle smile. She was about to make her way towards you but Yelena stopped her. She glanced once again at you and you just smiled once again.

You slowly closed the door when they were out of your sight. You couldn't help but notice the way Natasha glares at her sister and her walking out. You slumped yourself against the couch but the view couldn't give you any peace nor answers now. You tried positioning yourself over and over but you couldn't get yourself comfortable anymore, so you quickly removed the robe out of your body to get rid of the addicting smell before it started to get covered with your sweats though you know the room is cold enough for you to sweat. After that you started moving the couch in place.

In a quick second, you remembered the telephone you saw near the living room earlier. You have been mentally noting the things you've seen in the place, not to mention the things you saw earlier in this room. Of course it's like an instinct to do that, this is a strange place. Mentally noting things you've seen aren't wrong especially if ever bad situations happened.

Your attention shifted from the hallway to your initial intention of using the telephone, you remembered seeing it near the living area earlier. As you wandered through the halls of the penthouse, you couldn't help but feel like a child exploring a wonderland again.

To you, everything in the this place appeared to be automated, as if each object had a mind of its own. Lights would turn on and off as you walked by, doors would open and close effortlessly, and what you think a crazy automatic fireplace in the living room you saw earlier.

However, just as you took a few steps towards the place where you saw the telephone earlier, your eyes were drawn back to the balcony, you met Natasha's gaze—she was facing her sister. Startled, you nervously smiled and sheepishly waved at her. You tried to hide yourself towards the wall. Without words, you gestured with your hands, mimicking the act of holding a phone, asking her for permission to use the telephone. When she nodded, you quickly made your way out squirming internally wishing that you didn't interrupt anything.

As you held the telephone to your ear, you looked at yourself in the mirror placed on the wall. Your heart raced nervously, you had dialed the number you needed—the club's telephone number. And just as you had expected, Valkyrie's voice greeted you on the other end.

"Hello, Valkyrie's!"

"Hey, Valkyrie it's me, Y/N."

"Y/N? How are you? I didn't see you leave last night." Valkyrie's worried tone was laced with concern. You frowned at the question, you once again found yourself struggling to piece together the events of the previous night.

"I...I'm fine," you replied hesitantly, your voice betraying your inner turmoil. "Actually, I don't think I'll be working tonight at the club. I'm sorry."

"Sam told me he didn't see you leave either, he took your stuff with him before he went home," she paused, you heard her take a deep breath. "And well, about working here yeah, I think you're not going to the club anymore."

Your heart skipped a beat. What she said hit you like a punch to the gut. "What do you mean?" You asked, your voice trembling in frustration. You touched your forehead and winced at the memory starting to come back at you.

"I didn't know that drug would get to you that easily, you poor thing…"

"I told you to know your place, didn't I?"

"I made it clear, right? Y/N?"

"Don't make me do anything bad to you!"

You gasped at the memory, fear flowing in your entire system. You stood there slightly slouching and placing your palm towards the table for support, clutching the telephone tightly.

Valkyrie heard your shaky breath on the line. "Are you okay? Y/N? Where are you?" she asked.

"I'm fine, I'm with som—I'm somewhere safe. I'm alright." You reassured her as you started swiping the tears of fear rushing down your cheeks.

Valkyrie hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Well, someone bought the club, a friend of mine. Her offer was too good to pass up. And...she requested that you will be fired."

"W-what? We're all fired then?" You asked, furrowing your brows. Ignoring the fact that she just said someone requested to fire you.

"Well…just you." Valkyrie said, her voice was so small. Her voice softened, and she chose her words carefully, "Look. I was just as shocked as you are. I didn't know she knew you, but it seems she has her reasons and I don't want to be nosey about it because she's a big person like real big. Her offer was too good to refuse, she owns the club but I'll still be running everything. And what's even more good is I'd still be keeping the club's name." She beamed, not aware of your state right now. "But don't worry, I have a little café down the street, and I'll give you a jo—"

"Who did—who bought…" you shut your eyes. You couldn't think properly at this point, you couldn't think what to think first. The memory of what Penelope and that strange man did to you or you getting fired at the club. You had actually considered quitting but finding out that someone requested for you to be fired wasn't the way you expected of leaving the club.

"Hey? You okay?" Valkyrie asked once again, noticing how you stutter and your ragged breath is getting heavier and heavier.

"Who bought the club?" You managed to ask, finally.

"Natasha, Natasha Romanoff. You know her?" Valkyrie said her tone wasn't a question but more of a confirmation.

"Thanks, Valkyrie…for everything. I'll just go to Sam later." You immediately put the telephone back in its place.

Your world seemed to spin out of control when she said her name. You couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal, leaving you stunned and lost. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. The weight of the situation bore down on you, the memories of Penelope with the man last night, and the threats you had received.

Your gaze met your reflection in the decorative mirror, you couldn't help but notice a peculiar unease settling in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes darted across the hall to the mirror positioned on the opposite wall. It was there that you caught a glimpse of something that made your heart skip a beat—a deep, jagged wound on your back. You tried examining it but your eyes were getting blurry with tears.

The weight of the situation became too much to bear. Your breath started getting ragged, you eyed the penthouse' elevator. You started dragging yourself towards it with your whole body cold. Your breaths grew shallow, your chest tightening with anxiety.

"Walk like nothing happened."

You winced, placing your hand towards your ear as you started whimpering at the memory. With trembling hands, you made your way towards the elevator with your vision blurred by tears and your body weakened by the panic. Each step felt like a monumental effort, your mind urging you to leave and refuge elsewhere. But just as you reached the elevator you felt a presence behind your back.

"Please don't hurt me!"

"Hey, hey," Natasha caught you before you fell on your knees, her hand under your shoulder and the other securing your torso, "You're okay, you're okay Y/N," she murmured, her voice soothing and gentle. "I'm not gonna hurt you…"

"P-please…" you sobbed.

Your panicked gaze met Natasha's reassuring eyes and for a brief moment, the intensity of your fear began to subside. The steadiness in Natasha's voice, the warmth of her touch. The memory of how she held you like this last night flashed in your mind.

You attempted to regulate your breathing. Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be enveloped by the reassuring embrace of the woman in front of you. Gradually, your racing heart began to slow, and the grip of panic started to loosen its hold on you.

In a blink of an eye Natasha quickly carried you in a bridal style. You found yourself nestling to the crook of her neck and gripping the fabric of the shirt on her shoulder. She walked towards the living room and settled you on the couch.

"I'll get you some water." She said with a soft tone. But before she came back with a tray and water on top of it she saw your figure curled like a ball, already sleeping on the couch.

Natasha sighed at the sight of you and quickly placed the tray back, she went to her room and took a blanket in the cabinet of her closet before leaving. She also grabbed a few pillows on her bed.

"You could've asked me to do that," Yelena spoke as she saw her sister rush back in the living room, but she ignored her.

Natasha kneeled in front of you, your back facing her. She nervously gulped at the sight of your exposed skin and the wound on your left shoulder. Her fingers gently traced the perimeter of the scar. After that Natasha carefully tucked the soft blanket around you and arranged the pillows to support your head so your neck won't get sore when you wake up.

As Natasha stood her attention shifted to her sister, leaning against a nearby wall.

"Who do you think it is?" Yelena asked. Natasha brought her gaze back to you again and she tucked some more hair covering your face. "I don't know."

"What did you do these past few weeks?"

"Just business."

"Didn't make any enemies?"

"Not that I can remember."

"Well if you really didn't, maybe it's her problem." She huffed, "Her work Natasha she's a—"

"I think your 5 minutes just ended a couple of minutes ago, you're overstaying." Natasha didn't like how this conversation would go. Natasha started walking towards the counter-bar across the living room, she walked past her sister.

Yelena just huffed again. "Natasha, don't get yourself involved in this. Our business…" She trailed off when she suddenly saw Natasha grabbing her gun placed behind her jeans, she put it at the top of the counter-bar before grabbing a drink and a glass.

"You're making this worse, Natasha." Yelena took a step back. "You're going to need me."

"I never needed any of you…" Natasha muttered, gulping the shot of her drink. The elevator dinged, "I think that's your cue."

"I will come back, like it or not." Yelena sternly said before walking her way to the penthouse's elevator.

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Natasha sat in a chair nearby, a glass of whiskey in her hand. She swirled the ice cubes around, the clinking sound echoing in the room, as her mind wandered into the depths of her thoughts. Her gaze shifted from the glass to you, who lay peacefully on the couch, lost in slumber.

She couldn't help but question whether her own enemies had a hand in what had happened to you. As a woman with a complex past, powerful connections, and troubled history. Natasha knew all too well that she had made her fair share of enemies along the way. Her line of work had exposed her to dangerous people, organizations, and situations. But this situation seemed new to her.

The thought of someone intentionally causing harm to you sent a surge of anger and alarm on her. She can't handle the thought of her dragging you to her dangerous life.

Natasha took a sip of her drink, the liquid burning slightly as it slid down her throat. The taste was bitter, mirroring the bitterness she felt in her entire body.

Her brows furrowed in concern when she heard you whimpering and crying in your deep sleep. She could see the pain etched on your face even in the midst of your slumber. She stood and moved closer, she knelt down beside the couch, her hand gently reaching out to brush away a tear that trickled down your cheek. She couldn't bear to see you suffer, even in your dreams.

Softly, Natasha whispered soothing words, hoping to provide some comfort and it would reach your restless soul. You whimpered again, Natasha's heart clenched. "Hey, Y/N? It's okay, wake up krasivaya." (Beautiful)

Natasha watched as you stirred from your sleep, whimpering softly. Concern etched across her face, she gently reached out to you but you recoiled, creating a distance between the two of you.

Natasha's heart ached at your actions so she quickly stood not wanting to make you uncomfortable, "Here have some water."

You just stared at it, remembering the drink Penelope gave you last night. You scanned if you will see some particles swimming in it and Natasha notices it, "Don't worry I didn't…I didn't put anything to that." She sat on the couch across from you.

You quickly removed your gaze away from her, you clutched the blanket around you. "Why did you fire me from my work?" You asked, still not facing her.

"It's dangerous…for you to be working there, I f-found you almost unconscious. I—"

"Who are you to tell me what's dangerous for me?!"

Natasha pursed her lips at your outburst, but you weren’t even close to done. "Y/N, you don't understa—"

"What are you? What do you do? What exactly are you?!" Your voice took on a stern tone, demanding answers from her.

"Y/N, obviously my business isn't..." She skirts around what it really is as she fiddles with her hands placed on top of her spread knees. "I have been involved in various operations, some of which may be considered illegal. I've worked with different organizations, both legitimate and less so."

Your frustration and impatience grew as Natasha struggled to provide a clear explanation.

Natasha could feel the weight of your demand, your eyes locked in an intense gaze. She hesitated, choosing her words carefully as she tried to find a way to convey the truth without causing further distress.

"Y/N, what I do…it's complicated," Natasha began again, "—weaponry, firearms, both illegal and legal ones, or from the government…"

You interrupted Natasha, your voice laced with exasperation and impatience, "Get to the point!" You stood and paced back and forth before boring your eyes into her.

"I'm a mob."

Natasha took a deep breath, the weight of her confession settling heavily upon her. She looked into your eyes, the truth hanging between them. "I have a whole organization in my hand, Y/N. I have been associated with anything…anything that you could think of. I'm a mob and it's something I'm not proud of, but it's a part of my past…it's a part of me."

"God, what have I gotten myself into?" You hysterically muttered to yourself as you grip the blanket over your shoulders.

"I know this is a lot to take in," Natasha stood and tried to reach out to offer some comfort. "But you're not safe and I could help you."

You tightened the grip to the blanket, remembering the wound behind your back, recalling how the cold metal burnt into your shoulder.

"I…I will help you, I'll make sure that I will find whoever did this to you. But for you to be out there with that mark on you, it's dangerous, it's not safe." Natasha sighed and took a step forward. "You have to leave everything behind if you want to be safe…"

You immediately shot your eyes on her. You felt your skin crawl when she said those. Leave everything behind? What does that mean? You're going to leave your life? Everything? Not that you still have anyone or anything, but are you truly in such danger that leaving everything behind is your only choice? You didn't dare to ask more about how dangerous it is, about how thin the ice you're standing right now. The only thing you could do right now is tremble and whimper in fear, you slouched as you avoided Natasha's concerned look on you.

Panicked by your reaction, Natasha quickly tried to reassure you. "Hey, it's okay, don't cry." But her words seemed to only amplify your distress, and she wished she could take back her hasty attempt to comfort you.

You sniffled and wiped the blanket on your face, you hesitantly looked at her. "What am I gonna do?"

Natasha's eyes softened when you looked at her, she took a step forward. "You don't have to do anything, you just have to stay…"

You nodded and avoided her gaze once again. You didn't know why you trusted her, but there was something about her—every time you look at her you just feel secure and safe. In this troubled situation, this mark carved in your skin, you don't understand anything at all and she seemed to be the only person you could turn to.

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Natasha immediately dialed Maria's number. "Maria, I need you to arrange something for me. I want everything from my office to be moved to the manor today. I want it done as discreetly as possible."

Maria, familiar with Natasha's requests, acknowledged her instructions. "Okay. I'll coordinate with the team. Is there anything specific you want to prioritize?"

"I want my personal files and documents to be moved first. The rest can be packed up and transported accordingly." Natasha started pacing back and forth to the penthouse's balcony.

Maria nodded through the phone and immediately went to Natasha's office. "I'll make sure to handle that personally. Is there anything else you need?"

"Lessen the appointments with our associates for now. Please inform them and reschedule any pending meetings." Natasha paused for a moment and then continued, "Also, inform Barnes to assign additional securities to the manor."

Maria held the phone between her ear and shoulder and started rummaging Natasha's papers and placing them on her desk. "Consider it done, Natasha. I'll manage your schedule and inform everyone of the associates. I will go to Barnes later for that request of yours."

"Thanks, Ria." Natasha slipped her phone on the pocket of her pants. She slid the door of the balcony and made her way towards the kitchen only to see you devouring an ungodly amount of chicken nuggets. Natasha chuckled at the sight of you she was about to turn, not daring to disturb your comfortable state.

"Hey!" You called her with your mouth full of nuggets, she immediately turned to look at you trying to stifle her laugh, "So that house of yours, does it have a skating rink? Or like—" you gulped almost choking the food, "Or like bumper cars? Like built-in Disneyland y'know?"

Natasha leant her side to the wall and crossed her arms, "Why? Are those one of your dreams?"

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Author's Note: First, yes I confirm that Natasha has a dick. Second, family issues? I mean every family have those right?💀 And lastly, did I smell some incoming domestic fluff? Let's find out👀

Secrets Behind Our Dreams: Masterlist

[gerryrigged]

not me popping in multiple weeks late to your wip list to inform you that the concept of tim going to jason in a sex pollen situation and dick being Displeased about this flipped a switch in my fucking brain. it just spoke to me okay, i'm obsessed. i understand that there probably isn't a lot to say on the concept beyond the fic itself but i'd be thrilled with anything you'd like to share! i am RAVENOUS

Ohhhhh Anon 🤗 that one ate my brain for a solid few days when it first stole up on me, so I definitely feel you. Jealous and possessive Dick is just too good!!!

Okay so this is post-Red Robin, and Dick and Tim's relationship is still a little strained. Like they’ve reaffirmed their care for and trust in each other, they're making efforts to repair things, but yeah. Still stuff they haven’t addressed, and the comfort level hasn’t been quite rebuilt yet. 

Also Bruce fucked off to build Batman Inc. and left Dick to continue as Gotham’s Batman with Damian as his Robin, so there’s still that. 

Anyway, Dick is particularly invested in improving his and Tim's relationship, because he's only become more attracted to Tim since he returned from his BruceQuest more centered, more himself - but also sharper and more enchantingly graceful and competent and gorgeous than he’s ever been before. He's also turned 18, and Dick is tentatively hopeful that they can finally address the potential between them that's lurked under the surface for at least a couple of years now. 

Because, haha, Dick thinks that they are BOTH aware of the long-simmering feelings between the two of them, and that Tim has just been considerate of Dick’s reluctance to start anything while Tim was still underage. He thinks that they had a kind of mutual, unspoken understanding to wait to explore those feelings until Tim was older, if they were both still unattached, and still interested. And okay, their falling out in Red Robin threw kind of a wrench into things but rebuilding their relationship now is a perfect opportunity to maybe try deepening it further 👀💘🥺💞🙏??? 

(HA. Tim has no fucking idea that Dick thinks of him as anything but his trusted younger brother figure 🙃) 

Anyway. Jason is still around Gotham, occasionally causing trouble, occasionally helping. He mostly stays in his carved out territory, but he’ll like, deign to coordinate with the Bats for pushback against Arkham breakouts, or city-wide gang wars, or like, alien invasions, maybe. 

At times, he seems to be circling the Bats. He’s made conversational overtures toward Dick when their vigilante paths cross, which Dick has warily returned. Dick has also spotted Red Hood with Red Robin once or twice; it made him tense and beeline toward them the first few times, but Hood always took off, and Red said it was just work, or Jason fucking around - that he didn't seem to be actively plotting any harm, at least. 

Dick isn’t exactly happy about it, but Tim gets huffy about Dick not thinking he can take care of himself (‘what happened to equals, huh?’) so Dick has to back off. He does extract a promise from an eye-rolling Tim that he’ll call Dick for back-up if things get out of hand and Jason seems to be falling back into old, potentially Tim-maiming habits. (‘partners, remember? that rely on each other?’) 

Then there's a multi-Rogue Arkham breakout. After splitting and converging in various teams to take out the rest, Batman (Dick), Hood, and Red Robin wrap up with Harley and Poison Ivy at the end.

It seems to go smoothly - for a hot second it looked like Red Robin was tagged by some kind of acid spat by one of Ivy’s flowers, but he must've dodged or was able to just quickly neutralize the substance with seemingly no side effects, because he seems okay.

Dick is anxious to get back home to check on Damian - Robin had apparently been knocked out in his and Batgirl’s fight against Scarecrow across town, and may have inhaled some gas when his mask tore.

But he stops, concerned, when he notices that Red Robin is lingering behind, not following. 

He stalls harder, frowning, when Tim snags Jason’s jacket to also keep him from leaving. But Tim just flashes Dick a strained smile. 

“Just want to yell at him about something, it’s fine,” Tim reassures him. 

“Oh yeah, that makes me want to stick around,” Jason grumbles. 

“I think you’ll want to hear me out,” Tim says, low and hoarse, fingers tightening on Jason’s jacket. He clears his throat when both Dick and Jason shoot him odd looks - or, well, an interrogative helmet tilt, in Jason’s case - and waves Dick off again impatiently. “Seriously, go. We’re fine.” 

It takes Tim getting pretty insistent to actually shoo Dick away - he’s weirdly reluctant to leave them alone, gaze fixed uneasily on Tim’s hand, still gripping Jason’s jacket, the way Jason is sort of leaning into Tim, something intrigued in his body language (what does he know that Dick doesn’t?) - but Dick does eventually, reluctantly leave. He’s definitely going to interrogate Tim later to figure out what that was all about. 

As you can imagine, it’s a real knife to Dick’s gut when he finds out that Tim was sex pollened, aware of it and actively fighting through it, and chose Jason to help him deal with it while Dick was RIGHT THERE. RIGHT FUCKING THERE.

I don’t think he finds out from Tim directly. Maybe from Oracle?? Maybe he’s waiting at the Manor for Tim to come by for a debriefing, and he never shows, and Dick gets increasingly worried until he looks up Red Robin’s location data and he’s. Still with Jason. For some reason. At the Bat safehouse nearest to that last battle. They’re right on top of each other, practically. 

Maybe he calls Oracle to fish for info and she (not having any more idea than Tim of the Dick -> Tim feelings) gives him kind of an amused, snarky response about how oh yeah, don't worry, they’re fine 😏; I can’t say more than that, the cameras are blacked out. And Dick’s like, ‘...blacked out?’ and she’s like, ‘protocol, lol, but seriously, they’re fine.’

And Dick is like. Privacy blackout protocol? Tim’s hand on Jason’s jacket? Babs smirking so hard he can hear it through the comm? POISON IVY?

2 + 2 = 4 and Dick is NOT a happy camper. He probably like. Sits there staring at the Red Hood and Red Robin icons layered on top of each other in that apartment ALL FUCKING NIGHT, imagining what’s happening in there, wanting to yell himself hoarse and throw breakable things to shatter against the Cave walls. But he sits motionless in the dark, instead. Aching and second-guessing everything he thought he knew about where he and Tim stood with each other - when he can think through the haze of hurt, jealousy, and anger. 

[INSERT A SWITCH TO EITHER JASON OR TIM'S POV FOR THEIR MARATHON SEX POLLEN FUCK SESSION 😂 WOW THEY ARE HAVING A FANTASTIC TIME WHILE DICK IS JUST. SO MISERABLE. TIM IS SO FLEXIBLE. JASON HAS SO MUCH STAMINA. YAAAAAY.]

I’m sort of divided about how Dick’s actual confrontation of Tim would go, because my dark horny Id wants jealous Dick stewing and stewing and eventually just losing it (possibly prompted by getting dosed by another mind-altering, inhibition-loosening drug? because WHY NOT) and like, borderline dub-con ambushing Tim, possibly tying him down and fucking him until he cries and learns who he belongs to

but then my mushy Id is like NO I WANT DICK TO CRY INTO TIM’S CHEST ABOUT HOW HURT HE IS THAT TIM DOESN’T WANT HIM WHEN HE’S LOVED TIM FOR SO LONG NOW, and for Tim to be like wait wait wait WHAT??? but I DO want you, I’ve loved you for so long, that’s why I didn’t want a cheap meaningless sex pollen pity fuck, that would destroy me! and then they cry on each other some more and make sweet sappy reaffirming (but also lbr intensely possessive) love

and then my SUPEREGO is like stfu you know that’s not how it would go, Dick Grayson represses the fuck out of all debilitating hurts and betrayals and upsets, he has to brood and angst like a MOTHERFUCKER first, and then probably snipe at a baffled Tim about unrelated things because he can’t talk about his feelings, and then pick petty fights with a confused, annoyed Jason about things he’d previously been letting go as hostilities had cooled

and then vent to his friends in highly coded/obfuscated language so they have to stab in the dark trying to give him relevant advice, except for Roy who oh shit accidentally figures out EXACTLY what Dick is so bent out of shape about because Jason talked to him about helping Tim out with the sex pollen incident, and what the fuck Dick are you in love with Tim??? and what the fuck Roy, did Jason GOSSIP with you about Tim, did he BRAG ABOUT FUCKING TIM, Dick is gonna fucking PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE, and Roy has to frantically talk him down. 

and then Dick would eventually confront Tim slightly-too-aggressively about that one time he fucked Red Hood (if it even was just one time >:|), and was that really the best decision Tim, I’m not saying I’m questioning your judgment but he stabbed you in the chest with a Batarang Tim, I’m not saying another much safer and more appropriate person was right there Tim but I was literally right fucking there Tim, I would have fucked you so good you would never want anyone else Tim, why didn’t you want me Tim, why didn’t you choose me???

….also also, I’m undecided on whether I would want to add JayTim tentatively developing feelings from the pollen incident into the mix to make things even more messy and fucked, but honestly!!! That could be more than I want to try and juggle lol

Thanks for the Ask, I appreciate you!!

[luxios-chaotic-fucking-pokemon]

Hey there trainers! I’m Luxio! Yes, I know I’m named after the Pokémon, don’t even say it.

I was a big Pokémon trainer as a kid—although you can probably guess since I have an Eternatus on my team. I wouldn’t say I’m old now, I mean, I’m 22—but the whole “gotta catch ‘em all” thing has kinda slowed down for me.

Now I own a Pokémon Café! Maybe stop by sometime? And if you see a Pokémon you like there, you can adopt it! Aside from the Café, though, I do art as a sort of side-gig. What can I say, it’s fun!

Now, you might’ve noticed Spook doesn’t look like most gengar would. That’s because he’s an albino gengar! They’re very rare in the wild, but there’s always a chance you’ll find one! Albino gengar are notorious for their unique fur patterns, which are invisible on regular and shiny gengar. Spook is also a mini Pokémon! So he’s fun sized!

Oh, and don’t mind Creampuff, they’re a sweetheart! In fact, they wouldn’t hurt a Pidgey! They actually have the more timid personality, so they’re usually a lot more scared of you than you are of it. Creampuff definitely has separation anxiety as well, which I’ve been trying to work on.

(Under the cut is some OOC stuff)

Here’s Luxio’s and Spook’s reference sheets!

And also Luxio’s motorcycle

And I’ll give some information about the other Pokémon (that aren’t Creampuff and Spook): Momma was found mourning the loss of her deceased baby, which had apparently been killed by either a careless trainer or… well, not a nice person. Luxio soothed her and brought her home, introducing her to Nico.

Nico had previously been found in the café’s dumpster, trying to find anything edible. That’s when one of the employees caught him and brought him to Luxio, who took him in.

Momma, after being introduced to Nico, immediately decided to adopt him and take him as her own. Nico was, quite frankly, ecstatic to have an adopted mother. This improved both of their mental healths significantly.

Spaghetti-o’s was found in a dark cave, and Luxio promptly caught it. It’s very fond of alphabet soup and anything that’s shaped like its own kind. It’s very sensitive to light and usually prefers to stay within its Pokéball unless the environment is nice and dark, damp, and cool.

Grilled Cheese The Third (or Cheese, for short) has been with Luxio since she started out. Luxio had thought the name was funny when Cheese was just a little Houndour. Cheese, despite being older now, is still just as energetic as she was when she was a puppy. She also really likes instigating and bothering the less-social Pokémon. Cheese has also tried to eat a few Joltik, but that didn’t end well in her favor (she got zapped, lmfao).

Now, here’s some info about the owner of this account!

My main blog is @autistic-gay-men-kissing and my art blog is @gothys-art-n-stuff. I’m also on ArtFight 👀

I go by he/him, I’m genderfluid, pansexual, and polyamorous (basically the same as Luxio LMFAO). I’m also a Hellenic Pagan, so there’s a fun fact for you <3 hope you guys like this blog and my OC’s story!!

tagging @realpokemon

Also, EVERYTHING IS ON!! Yippee!!

and for those on ArtFight, here’s Luxio!! Spook is on there too

hey I also do comms

[caffernnn]

Thanks for the tag @sage-nebula !! Been a minute since I’ve done one of these ✨

Last song: “Not Sorry For Loving You” from EPIC: The Vengeance Saga. Probably my favorite from the most recent saga — loooove Calypso’s voice

Fave color: greeeeeen! I’ve probably tried to pin it down more specifically in the past, but the shade of green fluctuates tbh. Olive green, forest green, sage green, seafoam green, emerald green, jewel-toned phthalo green… all of them live in my heart tbh. (aaand I’m just a sucker for cool colors in general lmao)

Last book: I’m finally getting back to a place where I feel like I could try reading again!! Last book I started was Cultish by Amanda Montell, and I have a lot of other promising reads I checked out on a rare feel-good day and haven’t cracked open yet (which might be overdue; they’ll return home soon 💀)

Last movie: When Marnie Was There! My brother and I have been trying to catch up by watching some Studio Ghibli movies from time-to-time (hadn’t heard of any outside of Ponyo until I was out of high school… OOPS—), and Marnie was next on our list. Looots of big feelings about that story.

Last tv show: main things I’m (mostly) keeping up with tv-wise are DanDaDan and NCIS: Origins. I’m thiiiinking about starting Moriarty the Patriot, and everyone’s praise for Arcane has me curious 👀

Sweet/savory/spicy: heavy on the savory tbh. There’s appreciation for the sweet and spicy forsure, but savory is at the top for me currently!!

Relationship status: friendship is magic NEXT QUESTION

Last thing I searched: I can’t lie, that poll I reblogged about soup had me looking up Italian wedding and pumpkin soup recipes. Tumblr is makin me HONGRY

Current obsession: LMM frEakin bit me again; Warriors (2024) has been stuuuuck in my head and on repeat for days. Those are my giiiirls. So many fun genres to explore in a musical! Outside of that and the usual suspects (bears, the swimmies, etc), I’d probably have to say Pokémon TCGP and Pokémon Sleep. I still need to pull my beloved Snorlax and Venusaur on TCGP (or some worthwhile dark types to progress in the solo battle challenges), and I was so happy to wake up to a baby Bulbasaur next to my Snorlax on Sleep this morning <333 I’m such a sucker for lil guys

Looking forward to: soon? I get to visit my grandma again tomorrow! I’ve been trying to see her close to weekly since she’s been in that nursing home (and since they allowed for safe masked visits), and each day I still have with her is a gift 💕 hospice and general QoL decline have been a process, but on days she’s doing alright, she adores getting to see me <3 beyooond that, I’m looking forward to the sakadays anime in January!!

Favorite drink: tough one!! Umm, I’ve been on a rootbeer kick on and off for the past year so that’s def up there. Apple juice and fruit punches are good sometimes as well, same with Dr. Pepper and Mr. Pibb. I’ve been a water guy lately tbh, but I like a fun lil drink now and then!! OOH I need to have wassail again soon 🤤

Song playing on a loop in your head: “Call Me Mercy” from Warriors, due to the aforementioned obsession. Something particularly earwormy about that one. Other songs from the musical come to me in snippets, but that one is fully on loop

Current favorite character: outside of the permanent mind residents (I see green and blue in everything), Fox from Warriors and Taro Sakamoto from SakaDays have been spinning around in there, along with their friends. Momo and Okarun are also bickering up in the mind palace, naturally

Fun activity you would like to get into: I just need to get back to cultivating my hobbies now that I’m a lil less doom and gloom than I was a month ago. I guess different forms of crafting are always on this list. I took a drawing class/session at the library last week that looked into the basics of light and shadow, so maybe I can get into graphite and charcoal sketching!! I used to try some charcoal stuff years ago without instruction, and experimenting it was fun enough to try again.

Last video game: Balatro my beloved !!! It’s been surprisingly fun, despite my fear of deck-builders in the past. I think it helps that there’s a lot of chance and variety to it, so each run can be a chance to try something new.

Last comic/graphic novel: I guess Blue Exorcist? Again, it’s been a minute since I’ve been in a mindset to read 😅 I’m probably going to catch back up on it soon, and I’ve been planning on doing a sakadays reread since my brother just started reading it. We’ll see what happens!!

No pressure tagging @ahobbitincamelot @tonfea @shenyaanigans @reikunrei @lithopsy @celesteeal @suhmayzooka and anyone else who feels like yapping 💚💚💚

[nerdalmighty]

BG3 Tag Game!

I was tagged by @khywren!!! Thank you!!!!!!

I'm going to tag @vanilkaplays @okthisway @maladaptive-menace @riddlerosehearts @starkspi and anyone else who wants to play along!

Favorite romance: It will surprise no one to know that it's Astarion. I find his backstory so incredibly interesting and I love his dumbass personality. At the end of the day, he just wants to do whatever is the most hilarious and I adore that. I especially love how soft he gets when you get together in Act 2. I could go on and on but I'll never be able to fully articulate my love for him.

Favorite class to play: Bard! I love that they're really the jack of all trades and are pretty good at everything, including spells and sword fighting. Persuasion and deception are SO helpful in this game, plus playing music to distract crowds and cause shenanigans in Baldur's Gate is wonderful.

Favorite NPC: I think Raphael. While yeah he absolutely SUCKS, I'm obsessed with his obsession with his own voice. He's a thespian, he's a freak, he's an idiot. I love it. But yes, I did kill his ass.

Favorite song off the soundtrack: Probably the Harpy Song. I listen to it a lot in my spare time, especially when I'm working on a specific fic I'm attempting to write. I'm a big fan of haunting melodies and, unsurprisingly, the concept of hypnotizing music.

Tell us a little about your Tav: I wrote a pretty long post about her here, but my Tav is named Birdie and she's a bard who was born and raised at the Water Queen's House. Previous iterations of her had her as a siren (hence the deep love of the Harpy Song), but I'm still not 100% sure if this version of her is. Basically, she's a mermaid ass goof whose main gang of idiots include Astarion, Gale, and Shadowheart. Chaos often ensues.

Something you wish was in the game: I know this game is huge. I know there's probably stuff people haven't even discovered yet. But god would I love some more camp animations. More interactions between the companions AT camp. Cut scenes where there should probably be cut scenes (The second time Astarion drinks your blood, Wyll celebrating the defeat of Ansur, etc). I really really love this game, but I'd love to hang out with my friends EVEN MORE.

Do you create fanworks? Share something with us: Oh boy I'm TRYING. I've never really written fanfiction before but the stupid vampire has inspired me to do so. I'm in the process of writing two different fics (one multi-chapter, one one-shot on the longer side) and am having a blast but I'm not sure if/when I'll post them. I've noticed my writing style is very similar to the way I write scripts, which is what I went to college for, so they're full of dialogue and quick, dumb banter. It might not be for everyone, but I'm having The Most Fun! Let me know if you'd maybe want to see more? Here's a silly excerpt from the one-shot (she may or may not get smutty later on 👀):

There was no sign of the vampire, save for an open hatch beneath the stone of the tower leading into what you presumed was a cellar of sorts. Off to the side was a discarded set of Thieves’ Tools. Yup, that’ll be him.

Rolling your eyes affectionately, you began to descend into the basement below. 

Before you could even make it to the bottom, however, you heard Astarion’s voice tinged with annoyance. “Don’t bother, darling. I was just coming back up.”

You paused on the ladder and looked down at him. “That bad?”

“Eh, a few coins, some food. Nothing worth risking one’s life over. Foolish gnome.”

“Shame,” you pouted down at him, not an ounce of real sympathy behind the word.

He smirked as he met your eye. “Go,” he said, indicating you should climb back up the ladder. “There was a rather large amount of smoke powder though. That could be fun.”

When you emerged back into the early evening air, you turned to help Astarion out. “Maybe you can blow up a quaint little gnomish village.”

Astarion’s eyes glittered with delight. “Oh, do you think there’s one around here? That would be- Oh. You’re joking.”

You nodded.

“Gods, you’re no fun.” He sighed dramatically and then started back towards the Blighted Village proper. 

You scoffed in mock offense. “I’m a lot of fun!”

Astarion tsked. “If you have to say you’re a lot of fun, odds are, you’re lying to yourself.” He shot a challenging half smile at you from over his shoulder.

“How dare you,” you laughed.

“Such a pity, too,” he went on. “Aren’t bards supposed to be entertaining?”

You made a sound of agony, which had Astarion fully turning back to look at you. You threw a hand to your heart and staggered towards him. “You wound me, Astarion. Look upon me with pity and remember me fondly!” You set an arm on his shoulder and let your body weight go, as if collapsing from a killing blow. 

Astarion was quick to catch you under your arms. He made a show of groaning about how heavy you were now that your body had gone completely limp. After you’d hung loosely from his grip for a few seconds, he finally yielded. “Alright, enough.” 

You resumed control of your body and stood up straight, a smug look on your face. “I’m fun.”

“Dramatic.”

“Theatrical.”

“Annoying.”

“Endearing.”

“Loud.”

“Enthusiastic-”

Just then, a loud howl came from a barn a little ways off. 

You and Astarion eyed each other.

“Was that you?” Astarion asked.

“‘Was that me?!’ I’m not THAT loud.”

“Could have fooled me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Come on.” You started in a light jog towards the barn.

Astarion groaned. “You can’t be serious.” He caught up with you easily. “Haven’t we done enough heroing for today?”

You looked at him thoughtfully. “One more act of heroism probably won’t kill you.”

“It might!”

“Oh, now who’s being dramatic?” You came to a stop at the double doors.

“I-” Astarion floundered, then pursed his lips and crossed his arms.

“That’s what I thought.”

[tojiscrack]

HIII ok so first i wanna say I LOVE LIAR LIAR SO MUCH 🙏🙏 one of my fav fanfics ever BUT. last night i was catching up cuz i hadnt read chapter 5 yet and i read the tags for the first time… HEAVY ANGST??? WDYMM HEAVY ANGST?? WHAT DO YOU HAVE PLANNED FOR THEM?? i literally first started readinf it thinking it was some cute little slow burn IM SO SCARED FOR THEM OH NOOOO

putting that aside, your writing is absolutely phenomenal, i cant wait to see where the story goes!!

liar, liar masterlist here:

just like my other readers, you are. welcome to the family! 🤭❤️

everyone kinda enters the story expecting tooth-rotting fluff which, i get it, the first five chapters are literally that handed to you on a silver platter. and then you end up reading the tags and think ‘wth is gonna happen with these two?’

just think… high school drama. a lot of things will end up reaching the surface in a way none of them wanted it to 😔

but that also means that the slow burn you mentioned is gonna be so slow, you’re gonna wonder when it’s gonna at least sizzle. but, be patient with me, if you’re willing to stay for the long ride, it’ll all come together shockingly in the end 🤭

idk whether you’ll like that tho…

nah i’m jk, i’m scaring you

( 👀)

p.s. i’m literally levitating rn, soooo happy you like my writing you cutie pie anon sugar plum honey munchkin diejsiwjjdjwjsjehe ❤️❤️ i was thinking of going back and editing some stuff ‘cause i can tell where i was rushing and where i wasn’t 😭 i’m glad it isn’t noticeable to you and that you actually like it so far!!! i’ll still probably jot a few things down and take a few things out when i remove all the typos i carelessly left behind, solely so that i can be at ease with my own writing, but your compliments abt it mean the world to me, so ty anon! <3

[moshieee]

Hello it is I, random anon who does not know you and has never interacted with you before, what is your opinion of your mutuals?

Oh hi @bixell-pixell I'll include you even if we're not mutuals I think you're pretty chill all things considered

That's kinda it idk you that well

Anyways

You didn't specify so I'm going to list all my mutuals in the order of oldest to newest on my following page that I remember sorry of I missed anyone and for the @ s

*inhales*

@e-the-village-cryptid (I don't have a tag for e yet but it would probably just be E)

Not only the first person who I became friends with here but also the first one I ever started sharing my stories with, even if we don't talk too much I'm glad Every time we do and I see them on my dash, (they bring some of my favorite posts and when I do send posts sometimes I mix up and send them their own reblogs) I'm so glad we're still friends, thanks for letting me ramble about stuff for 6 hours hehe

@jaqofallgenders (no tag for jaq yet either)

my in person friend and the longest friendship I've ever had with someone, love you 🫶. I'll be more specific on Monday if our ADHD doesn't kick in and make us both forget

@strawberry-seal77 (seal-berry!!!)

Hi hi hi yellows my friend 👋 the person I consider to be the second ever friend I made on here, a lovely person as well and wait waaa and an amazing artist too 👀??? Love you silly goofball and the amazing posts and jokes you have we should chat more often I thinkith.

@rabid-mercenary16 (Rabid jumpscare)

Hey hey hey .... BWAMP! Hope you feel better soon

I probably have the most to say about Rabid but all try to make it a bit shorter. besides being the first artist to do art jokes and include me, with we also became mutuals and interacting around a time when my life started to get a lot better. Even if she's not the only factor in that I definitely associate her with stuff improving, and she did play a big factor in it (I already explained a lot on my Valentine's Day gift to her and the others). Also she's just an awesome person to spend time with and be goofy, amazing sense of humor and I just love being friends with such an awesome person and artist.

@dia-smthidk (Dia fren)

I'm assuming you don't want a bowl of soup

I also said a lot about them in my Valentine's Day gift, but we've become closer friends sense then even if we don't get to chat as much as I'd like to. I relate a lot and am surprised how we have so much in common. Amazing artist and person as well and I wish we could hang out more, idc if they think they're bringing down the mood when/if they bring stuff up about irl, and maybe I won't figure out their timezone but oh well, please take care of yourself gender sibling.

@bunnybunnsowo (BUN BUN BROTHER!!)

little brother 🫶🫶💝💞🫶✨👋❤️!!!

(I could have sworn we became mutuals before Dia?)

another person I shared a lot about with the Valentine's Day gift, I love you my little brother! Seriously one of the kindest people I've met and I'm so glad they have bug in his life. Bun deserves the world and they keep sending me opposum images!!! Gona die from cuteness and his kindness one of these days istg

@spookykittyzzz (greaah why don't I have a tag for you???)

A very kind person and artist I don't know too much sense we're not that close yet but love the few chats we have had so far. Hope we get to hang out more even if I'm awful at reaching out to others and saying hi.

@glitchyk (goop buddies)!!

Nooo the parallels

One of the first people who was interested to deep dive into my creations and ask about my stories and worlds They're probably competing with Rabid with how much I have to say about her/silly. Seriously it's incredible how much we have in common and now I get to share and collaborate our sonas stories together it's amazing. And as someone once said "you can yap for hours". I love how creative and clever they are, I just wish they would be kinder to herself. One day I'll make glichy see how awesome she is.

@unfunnyaceartist (Floridian disadvantage) I feel like I should change that

When I say I was shookith when ace asked to be friends I mean I was shookith first person so show up and ask that (the others kinda just happened). Amazing artist and don't believe her lies she is funny. I'm so heckn glad we're friends., love the goofy and silly idc if she's a bit of a simp they've helped me a lot start to understand slang and references I'm supposed to understand shhshsh (such is the curse of how I grew up) we need to make our mafia sonas interact at some point I can already imagine the chaos /silly

@neptunestoast (plushy slime)

Hugs hugs hugs*

Trying my best not to baby talk I swear. amazing person first person to show up and be like "hey I Wana do something for you and your friends". Love their humor and another gender sibling!!! Hugs for ever for as long as they're ok with it. I love their creativity as well and Noodle is so adorable. I just want to pick them up in a hug so much. Kibbity/silly

@ner5y (no tag woops ill figure something out)

What are you doing here??? How are we friends???

I was absolutely confused and startled when they followed me especially since it was during a spoons argument . Amazing artist like holy heck I wish I was allowed to curse on this blog. Their humor also took me by surprise when I got invited to the discord, and even if they doubt how well they're running it I think they're doing amazing. And I love our silly interactions like this one

@vexation-816 (chaotic ADHD buddy!!!)

Why did it take me so long to follow you istg

ADHD ADHD ADHD my buddy oh pal we both got that and it's driving us insane/silly. Love how creative he is and the ideas for his sona and character lore. Also one of the first people who shared a character they added to my nightlight au. This is getting twords the end and I'm tired of whiting so much and am on a timer oh no. But your amazing dude don't ever forget thag

@butlerbugbunny (anxiety bunny buddy)

This is why I didn't respond to the DM yet hshsh

New friend who I feel anxious talking to sometimes but a wonderful kind bunny who I'm also incredibly happy to be friends with. Love his art so much it's amazing (shoot shoot timer is going off) I'm glad he's their for bun and wish them the best I possibly can 🫶.

@lilithloves-you (lillith my be-loathed?) need to change that

Don't you dare bring up grilled cheese

Glitchys friendo who I'm also friends with now. We don't interact too much but I've sent her on missions to go hug glitchy (to help both of them feel better but shhh). I hope we become closer friends in the future.

[sgtpeppers]

tagged by @revollver (thank you alex!!) and i'm definitely not doing this to procrastinate writing 😌 How many works do you have on ao3?

5

What’s your total word count? 107,830

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

If You Leave Me

promise to be there this time

Do you want to know a secret?

Do you promise not to tell?

Whatever Get You Thru The Night

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

yes!! it means so much to me that anyone would take the time leave one, so i always say thank you at least, usually end up rambling a bit as well

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

not really any of them because as much as i love a bit of angst I hate leaving things like that. maybe 'Do you promise not to tell?' because they end with a shared understanding that they want to be together but it will never be perfect, so it's kinda bittersweet?

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

If You Leave Me ends with them agreeing to be gay and do crimes and fuck the rest of the world, so I guess that? Do you want to know a secret is happy-ish as well? but maybe more bittersweet again.

Do you write crossovers?

nah, I'll write like 'inspired by' type things but I don't think there's anything I'd do a crossover with

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

someone once complained I'd made paul too girly if that counts lmao

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i dooo, i've done first time smut and then i guess like, light kink exploration stuff?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but i'd love to!!

What's your all-time favourite ship?

mclennon

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

probably my modern au, it's become too big and it means too much at me at this point that i've got the fear and i'll probably never let anyone else read it

What are your writing strengths?

hmm, I spend a lot of time thinking about character voice/motivation and trying to make them feel tangible, so maybe that?

What are your writing weaknesses?

if I'm not careful I slip into just explaining the action of a scene with like. no emotion whatsoever. it's definitely the thing I spend the most time editing for when I get onto a second draft.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'd only do it in tiny amounts myself if I had to because I don't speak another language fluently enough to trust it made sense, it's not too much of a concern with mclennon though

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

gosh now we're going back, it was horrible histories rpf when i about 14ish please don't ask me about it 😭

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

my brian/john fic is still high on my list of wips to complete !

What's your favourite fic you've written?

definitely Do you want to know a secret, it was my first mclennon fic and i've been trying to live up to it ever since and just don't feel like I have

feel like a lot of people have done this already, but if you haven't consider yourself tagged by me <3 (especially @idontwanttospoiltheparty 👀)