#|| remind me to fix that tag on rubys

[yyokkki]

Riddle Rosehearts

A former city boy who ran away from home after refusing to become a doctor like his mother was.

Actually works as a lawyer at a small firm in the nearest town. He commutes by car and it's only a 30 minute drive with minimal traffic (thank god cuz his road rage is abysmal) but he works remotely on most days.

Is often found at the town saloon (the community centre after you fix it!) holding tea parties with Trey, Cater, Ace and Deuce or at the local library.

Loved Gifts: Strawberry Tart, Fairy Rose, Ruby, Universal Loves

"...Oh! Ahem, thank you farmer. Expect a return gift in the mail soon."

Hated Gifts: Eel, Clay, Royal Sword Cola, Universal Hates

"Ugh! This is unacceptable!"

Trey Clover

The local baker! His family runs a bakery in the city and he moved to NRV on his own to open another branch of Clover's Confectionaries.

He says the fertile soil and rich foragables make it the perfect place to gather ingredients on his own.

Rumour has it he runs a backdoor business for specialty toothpastes.

Is often found at the town saloon serving his pastries for Riddle's parties or at his bakery tending to his mini garden at the back.

Loved Gifts: Limestone, Pearl, Candied Violets, Universal Loves

"Thanks farmer! How did you know I needed this? ...I don't owe you anything, right?"

For Limestone and Pearl: "This is perfect! Now, to extract the calcium carbonate..." (Yes, for toothpaste)

Hated Gifts: Broken Glasses, Mustard, Universal Hates

"Oh... Uh... Thanks?"

Cater Diamond

A social media influencer and former travel blogger.

Used to travel a lot but decided to settle at NRV. He claims it's because the scenery and people are 'cute'.

Occasionally will go to the city with Kalim and Lilia to perform and hold concerts.

Is in a band with Kalim and Lilia, plays the guitar.

Is often found at the town saloon with Riddle, Trey, Ace and Deuce or in the town square chatting up the other residents.

Loved Gifts: Spicy Ramen, Diamond, Universal Loves

"Aww, you shouldn't have! #lucky #cutefarmer"

Hated Gifts: Anything Sweet, Clay, Universal Hates

"Aww, thanks but no thanks. #lame"

Ace Trappola

The local carpenter! Stays at Night Raven Valley with his older brother who he learned all his tricks from (bad and good).

Loves causing trouble and playing harmless pranks on the other residents (Deuce is his biggest victim), good at magic tricks too.

Plays basketball on sunny Saturdays with Jamil and Floyd.

The first character you meet, who was assigned with fixing up Ramshackle Farm. Shit talks your farm right to your face and holds no remorse.

Is often found at the town saloon at Riddle's tea parties or at the back on the arcade machines.

Loved Gifts: Cherry Pie, Cherry, Royal Sword Cola, Universal Loves

"Dwoes the wittle farmer have a crush on me~ Ack, I'm kidding!"

Hated Gifts: Clay, Oyster, Universal Hates

"Gross! Do you hate me or something??"

Deuce Spade

The local mechanic/handyman! He's self taught and lives with his mom, Dylla Spade who handles the deliveries in town.

Used to be a delinquent but has since turned a new leaf.

His passion project is modding the hell out of his motorcycle and hitting the roads.

Goes on runs with Jack every sunny Wednesday.

Volunteers at the Adventurer's Guild and takes requests from the board for security as his goal is to become a full time officer in the future.

Is often found at the town saloon at Riddle's tea parties or at the back getting obliterated by Ace in Junimo Cart.

Loved Gifts: All Eggs (Except Void Egg), Omelette, Battery Pack, Universal Loves

"Farmer! I knew you were a real one!"

For Battery Pack: "Thanks dude! I needed this for the finishing touches..."

Hated Gifts: Void Egg, Juice (He drinks it, it just reminds him of Ace), Bell Pepper, Universal Hates

"Hah? Oh, I thought you were pickin' a fight..."

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[arcielee]

A love that burns.

Summary: Aemond is a man obsessed and you are the object of his unwavering devotion. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1037 Warnings: Canon book Aemond, manipulation?, sexual themes, oral (female receiving), p in v, absolute depravity and murder. Author’s Note: This is a reader insert, but with the third person perspective, it is a bit Alys-coded kind of? (I rewrote one of her lines in F&B) A big thank you to @bhxrdy and @itbmojojoejo helping me fix some mistakes and for helping me choose the title 💜🦝 This story is dedicated to the wonderful, the talented @aegonx who gave me prompt #371 by @creativepromptsforwriting. She also made my nifty banner for my blog, so I owe her everything. I am always happy to attempt any requests, I just cannot promise a timely fashion, as it is more whenever the muse strikes. Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @sylas-the-grim @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @httpsdoll @theromanticegoist @assortedseaglass @amiraisgoingthruit @theoneeyedprince @babyblue711 @girlwith-thepearlearring @hb8301 @lovelykhaleesiii @darylandbethfanforever9

He was a dragon incarnate with the blood of Old Valyria knitted within the ichor that coursed through his veins. Aemond was proud, tall and lithe, his broad shoulders held back despite the burdened weight of his reputation that preceded him–Aemond the One-Eye, Aemond the Kinslayer, but those utterances only rolled like rain against the scales of Vhagar; he was unbothered, unharried, especially now his role within the kingdom elated with the title Prince Regent, and with it the Conqueror’s Crown to wear. 

The metal and rubies held a weight that now grounded him, reminding him of his purpose, and he went to reclaim Harrenhal with the intent of killing every Strong bastard. 

Here is where he had found her, an eerie calm amongst the chaos, silent despite the cries of mercy as each person was brought to the courtyard and slain. She had watched, unblinking, with an expression that was akin to when Aemond had watched his nuncle take the head of Vaemond Velaryon in the Throne Room a year prior; it had been a moment that kindled a bloodlust that thrummed beneath his skin, a vengeance that could not be forgotten. 

That night, when she was brought to his quarters, she greeted him like an old lover, a sweet kiss pressed to his lips, her soft murmur, “I have been waiting for you, my prince.” 

She came from a noble house without the wealth of Westeros, but revered still and old, old enough to carry the blood of the First Men and its mystical properties. She had followed her sister to Harrenhal when she was chosen to be the next wife for Ser Simon Strong.

Both were now dead and she did not seem to care. 

“Then why did you choose to accompany your sister?” Aemond had asked her after; it was that intimate exchange shared in their bared embrace, nestled on sex soaked linens with her plush thighs serving as a pillow.

Her fingers thread through his silver hair. “The Isle of Faces,” and she smiled, as if she were stating the obvious; she leaned forward to give a chaste kiss to his lips. “I came to listen to the whispers of the weirwoods.” 

Behind closed doors he was intoxicated by her proximity, with an unbridled lust that replaced the blood in his veins, as if she were the very embodiment of his siren call. They fell into one another, and he felt something that burned within him, something that perhaps was always there and only now  ignited by her soft touch, by her gentle pull that brought him flushed against her chest. 

Aemond would worship her through the night, drinking her very essence until the brim of her overstimulation, until he saw her lashes clumped together from her unshed tears, and only then would he shift his weight between her thighs, flushed and slick from her peaks. 

He would move to press his heady cock, heavy and wanting, against her silken folds, and despite their many nights together, she would still feel split open, aware of the ridges and the veins of his thick member as he sheathed within. Her soft gasps came in response to his thrusts that would begin again the crests of ravishment that warmed her blood; and he would not stop his pace until she was a mewling mess, until the lewd sounds of skin to skin mixed with her cries of release, until his name was a repeated reverent prayer that spilled from her lips. 

Aemond hummed her praises, his hot exhale against the curve of her neck. “The gods made you for me alone,” he would breathe against her lips and they would part in a silent cry, her skin pebbling with pleasure. “You were made to take my cock, and you do so well.” 

His words brought her to the precipice and when she felt his hot pulse within her velvet walls, her own clenched in response to chase another climax with boneless ambition, with a sobbed release as the air tore from her lungs but she was breathless to reclaim. Only then would they curl into each other’s arms, their skin aglow with the intimacy shared, with the soft murmurs and quiet exchanges of lovers in their post-coital haze.

“I will have your son,” she promised him. “I can already feel the flames warming my womb.” 

She was always at his side, devoted, everpresent, with a severe gaze that served as a balm for the Prince Regent in the most twisted way. They called her his Blood Queen as she seemed to encourage a sadism that pulsed beneath, speaking that the gods knew what had to be done and that he was the vessel of their actions, always encouraging him to listen to the beckon of the blood of Old Valyria. 

Aemond became a man obsessed and she fed into his depravity; she spoke with such conviction and he believed her every word, her every prophecy. When she would take a boat across the waters, he would remain on the shore pacing like an animal caged, while Vhagar roared overhead, the wind beneath her wings causing turbulent waves that crashed against the lakeside. 

She returned as her namesake with blood that covered her hands and her dress; she would whisper what she saw to him alone, of what was to come and what needed to be done. On one such day, she spoke of the betrayal in the Riverlands, of those who had chosen to ally with the Blacks and their false queen. 

Aemond called for Vhagar and they climbed aback; she was knitted against his backside with her cheek pressed between his shoulder blades, and she could feel his rumbled command, “Dracarys,” to rain fire below them, scorching the very earth. She hummed her contentment, the scent of sandalwood and smoke, a scent that intimately belonged to the Prince Regent. 

Her arms curled around his slim waist and he looked down to see her small hand pressed against his chest. Though the histories would recall all the ugly things they had done, in this moment, as his palm reached to cover hers, all he thought was how their entwined fingers were so beautiful together. 

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[aquagirl1978]

Petals in the Wind - Kagari Amagase x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Thank you @judejazza and @candied-boys for giving me ideas on what to write for this new prince. Part of the Falling For You Content Creator Challenge hosted by @nightghoul381 and @judejazza

Pairing: Kagari Amagase x Reader

Prompt: sudden downpour (ok, i took some creative liberties with this prompt - sorry!)

Word Count: 609

Tags: fluff

“Kagari!”

Running down the steps, the sleeves of your dress fluttered in the wind as you tried to catch up to him without stumbling down the long flight of stairs. But there were many steps, and he had already walked away by the time you ran down. 

Looking in both directions, you tried to figure out which way he had gone – one way was empty, the other a few men milling about. You followed a pathway dotted with sakura trees,  their branches covering you with a fluffy pink canopy, voices growing louder with each step you took. 

And then you heard a familiar voice, one that tugged at your heart with every word spoken.

Leaning against the trunk of a tree, your breath hitched as you spied him unseen. Green eyes sparkled like emeralds under the twilight sky, ruby red hair neatly tied up, his face as striking as it was alluring. Your gaze drifted, lingering on his narrow waist, wanting to wrap your arms around his slender torso.

His head tilted like a curious cat, his gaze meeting yours. No longer unseen, you stepped away from the tree as he approached you. 

Your body filled with warmth as you watched him walk towards you; as the wind blew, the tree branches gently swayed and petals filled the air. Stilled in your spot, you were filled with awe, admiring his ethereal beauty as he walked towards you, his steps as graceful as a cat’s, through a shower of pale pink. 

He didn’t stop walking until he was so close to you, so close you could reach out and run your fingers through his hair, loosening his braid and letting his hair fall in waves like a waterfall.

His eyes went wide and his lips parted, an audible gasp escaping, as you gently tugged on the cord twisted around his neck, its bell softly jingling as you pulled him closer. His expression softened as your lips met in a sweet kiss that soon grew to more. 

Pressing your palm against his cheek, you gazed into his green eyes adoringly. You stroked his skin with your thumb, but quickly removed your hand from his face.

When the kiss was broken and your lips parted, your eyes were still closed. Your breathing heavy, your fingers released the tassel that was tied around his neck. 

Your eyes fell to your trembling hands, the fingertips of one streaked with crimson. Your gaze lifted, fixing upon the dark red spot on the tassel hanging from his neck. 

The same tassel your fingers were just wrapped around.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s just a little blood,” he said, his face filled with fascination as he wiped your fingers with the tips of his gloves, the red of the blood blending into the red of his gloves. “It’s nothing,” he added, tilting your chin up so he could look into your eyes. 

It wasn’t nothing, you reminded yourself. War was a daily part of Kagari’s life here in Kogyoku. And if he was to be a part of your life, that was something you had to get used to. Fast. 

“Let’s go inside. You can inspect my body for any injuries and tend to my wounds,” he teased. Heat rose to your cheeks, your body eager to remove his clothes and inspect every inch of him. 

He twined his fingers with yours, a sweet tingle traveling down your spine as thoughts of Kagari danced in your head. The wind picked up as you walked, encouraging you to hurry your pace, a small downpour of petals covered your joined figures in pink as you climbed the steps to privacy.

Tagging: @redheadkittys @alixennial @rhodolitesroseforclavis @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @queengiuliettafirstlady @queen-dahlia @ikehoe @ikemen-writer @talfollowingstuff @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @altairring @lucyw260 @lordsisterxotome @umi-adxhira @yarnnerdally @crypticbibliophile @scorchieart @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @melodiousramblings @wendolrea @aceuuuu @randonauticrap @aria-chikage @nightghoul381 @judejazza @maries-gallery @xbalayage @xenokiryu

[eqt-95]

HELLO AND HAPPY FANFIC WRITER’S APPRECIATION DAY!

i was suddenly reminded by @makicarn’s tags on your post of this OTHER set of tags by @makicarn:

#more importantly#quinn#does mrs. fischer also think sam is a harlot

🤓🎣

what a FANTASTIC question.

the short answer is 'no, mrs. fischer does NOT think sam is a harlot.'

but not because her reckless treatment of clothes doesn't fall under 'harlot activities' because boy oh boy it does.

instead, it's simply because mrs. fischer doesn't know sam exists. unlike kara, sam knows what it's like to live out of her car, to rub pennies together, to hustle. things like paying for tailoring, while totally within her tax bracket now, is still something she can't bring herself to do. when ruby was starving, the last thing on sam's mind was getting a patch fixed or a button replaced. which means she's gotten especially good at repairing her own clothes.

even more of a reason is because sam is freaking the heck out that all of her clothes are magically buttonless. she's... hang on let me just:

- - - - - -

"Ruby, if you aren't ready in the next five minutes I am going to toss that phone in a blender and drop its sad remains over the balcony-"

"I'm up, jeez," called Ruby's sluggish voice from behind the door. "Why choose violence so early?"

Sam shoved her toothbrush back in her mouth, a tiny smirk of victory made less effective by the drool of toothpaste on her chin. She traipsed her way into her bedroom then into her private bathroom then further into her walk-in-closet. It was still so much space to get used to.

Toothbrush hanging idly in her mouth, she whipped through hanger after hanger of blouses. Blacks and greys and creams and off-whites... maybe Ruby was right. Maybe her wardrobe did need a splash of color.

Though What it needed now though were less empty hangers.

Which was... odd.

She looked again. The click of hangers rapping against each other faster this time.

Odd.

Again, faster. Her eyes glanced to her hamper.

Odd.

It was overflowing. It was never overflowing.

She huffed and marched over to the nest of clothes. A yank sent an avalanche of fabric to the ground. Sam held up the first garment.

Odd.

The second, third, and fourth were all the same. All missing buttons. All frayed with broken threads. All in a state Sam certainly would have remembered leaving them in.

She did not have time for this today. She had meetings lined up and lunch with Lena and Ruby's recital and... the list was endless.

It didn't matter. It was a problem for later. She dropped the shirts back onto the ground and reached for the closest blouse on the rack. Disgarding her toothbrush and giving her mouth a quick rinse on the way to her bedroom, she didn't think twice about the ease with which the blouse came off the hanger. Or the way it fell open when she dropped it over her head. It only raised a red flag when her fingers grazed the edges of fabric and felt... nothing.

Sam looked down, a breath caught in her throat.

Odd.

So odd that it sent her tearing through her bathroom cupboard, ripping bottles of moisturizers, make-up, and cleaning supplies onto the floor.

"Mom? Mom we're gonna be late-"

"Just a second," she called from the floor, fingers shaking, thread wavering, needle trembling.

A prick. An instinctive hiss. A quick press to her mouth.

She pulled her finger back; examined; scowled.

There wasn't a mark. There wasn't any pain at all.

Odd.

[welcome-to-sparkys]

As an apology for disappearing, here's a WIP of a project I'm excited for. Sorry about it again, I caught COVID, I'm dealing with college, AND I do live in capitalism.

Also please feel free to send in requests 👀

Tags/CWs: trans!Mike, FTM!Mike, pregnancy mention, mpreg (technically), securitywaiter, dreamtheory, I suppose trans phobia kinda??? It's the early 2000's but Ness is accepting, transvestite mention

This is NOT edited ‼️

No, no this can't be possible, Ness thought. In all reality, it was entirely possible. The couple didn't have a tendency to use protection. Mike never carried it around, never had the funds or the thought to, and Ness was... Ignorant. He knew of people like Mike. Trans... Transvestites? Wait, no. Transgender. That's right, Mike had to correct him often. He didn't care that Mike used to be a woman, Mike was a man where it counts.

He loved and accepted Mike, how could he not? Mike was the light of his world. He was more beautiful than when the sun began to rise, painting the valleys and hills in bright golden sunlight. More breathtaking than the first dusty snowfall on a winter's day. His rich, silky curls, ones Ness had tangled his fingers in tenfold, his sharp jaw and sweet crooked nose. Every inch, every detail, every fine line Ness loved feverishly.

Even now.

Even now as he held a positive pregnancy test. The end was wrapped in a towel, but the two Ruby red lines stared him in the face. Even now, as he glanced up at Mike, the antsy man, lip quivering and nibbling at his jagged fingernails, Ness loved him with every fiber in his being.

He blinked.

"How?" Was the first word to tumble out from Ness's lips.

It jolted Mike back to reality. Back to this very-real moment, despite his bout of disassociation. It didn't feel real. None of this did. Then again, neither did the couple's courting or unlikely relationship feel real from time to time. "Wh-What?" He sputtered out. "What do you mean how?"

"I... Mike-" Ness cleared his throat, shifting a smidge on the edge of the bed. Mike was towering over him for once, standing in the bathroom doorframe, bathing in the artificial warm light. Their gaze met, for just a moment. Ness felt his anxiety melt under Mike's hazel stare. "Don't get me wrong, I, uh... I understand what you are." Ness began, tripping over himself. He shifted more uncomfortably, picking at his hangnails. "I know you're a man, a-and I read plenty of books to... To understand."

Plenty would be an understatement. Ness checked out every single book he could at every library he had access to. He scouted the internet for any traces of people like Mike, for answers to his questions. So many of the resources claimed Mike was broken, wrong. That Mike needed to be "fixed". Hell, some argued sleeping with a man would somehow flip a switch in Mike's head and make him a woman again.

That was evidently false to Ness, especially now. Proof is in the pudding, and Ness had somehow knocked Mike up.

Women becoming men — or rather, men who just happened to be born in a woman's body — was rare. At least to the public eye. Especially so, with the date reading April of 2000. Ness never denied Mike's identity. In fact, he embraced it. Every single day he reminded Mike of who he was, calling him a "big strong man," "handsome fella," or even just "my boyfriend."

"So...?" Mike's voice drew Ness out of his swirling thoughts. His "mind palace" Mike and Abby often called it. His space where he asked far too many questions and investigated as he pleased.

"Oh, um... So, I just. How can you be pregnant? You're a man, Mike. You know that, I know that."

[oh-no-another-idea]

word search tag game

@pertinax--loculos tagged me to find bleak, break, none, every and watch a long time ago--thank you, friend! <3 No bleak, alas, but I had all the others.

From the royal taster wip:

Break:

Sal studied the sea around her legs; a large flat gray fish swam nearby, tugged gently by the breakers. The sand was white beneath her toes, and here and there a shell twinkled.

Every:

Sal shrugged. She didn’t really know how to put it in words. No one had done anything out of the ordinary. They had gifted her with a life of leisure and opulence and taken away everything she’d ever known. Anaar was like finding part of herself again, the part that liked to swim, to roam, to laugh huge and real from the stomach. She needed to touch him every now and then, to remind herself it was real.

From Stars and Ships:

None:

They looked like their father, Jax had told her. There was one photograph of him—a tall sharp looking fellow in the same jacket that was now Quin’s, olive skin and dark curls. Every day, Jax grew into his shoulders, his height, his smile. Soon they wouldn’t need the photograph anymore. But Quin was more angular in his youth, sharp and ever-changing. Aaliyah fancied she could see their mother in him—a fantasy, since none of them knew what the woman had looked like.

Watch:

“I think the first order of business should be to get the stolen rubies off this ship before it’s junk piled,” Jax hissed. Quin rolled his eyes universe-ward, and said, “Or the first order could be buy a new ship and then we could transfer the goods and leave.” “Okay,” Aaliyah said, pretending to be nice, “You boys can stand here in your canvas pants and jackets and discuss fixing this ship, and I’ll just stay in my cotton and watch.” “Sorry,” they said in unison, because she was right. Jacket or no jacket, Quin felt like a boiled chicken.

New words: battle, bring, bet, and boom, for anyone who'd like to search, and also @talesfromaurea @andromeda-grace @hd-literature @stellarosamarys and @thewriteflame <3

[bridgyrose]

First of all, really love that Ladybug-centered eyepatch Ruby fic you did! It reminded me of an idea I had I wanted to tackle on my own someday, but I think you could write it better.

May I request a SLIGHTLY NSFW Ladybug fic that takes place in a post-Salem AU? Where Blake and Ruby are being intimate one night with each other's battle scars as they're barely clothed (Ruby is missing an eye in this one too)

(Slightly nsfw, but not enough to warrant a tag)

Ruby dropped onto her bed and let out a heavy sigh as she rubbed the scar on her shoulder that led down to the prosthetic she wore. Even after months of healing, it still burned if she moved too much or came near a grimm. Not that it really mattered to her much. Feeling pain was one of the few things that let her know she was still alive, that everything she went through was real, even if everyone else had forgotten. 

“Everything alright?” 

Ruby sat up and nodded as she looked at Blake, a small smile crossing her lips. “Yeah, I’m fine. My prosthetic was starting to act up again, but I think its fine now.” 

“It only acts up because you dont listen to the doctors,” Blake said as she sat down next to Ruby, placing a hand on her thigh. “You spent the month you were supposed to be healing running around keeping people safe from grimm. Its amazing you didnt break anything else while out there.” 

“Being a huntress means keeping people safe-” 

“And keeping people safe means keeping yourself safe too.” 

Ruby went quiet and looked away from Blake, her hand gripping her shoulder. Of course she knew Blake was right, but at the same time, she didnt know how to rest. People always needed help from the grimm and being a huntress meant going out and protecting those that couldnt protect themselves no matter the danger she would face. No matter how much it was going to hurt her to keep pushing herself. 

Blake sighed and gently pushed Ruby down onto the bed and fiddled with her prosthetic to take it off. “And since you cant go back in time to fix that, we’ll just have to deal with what we can for now. Like listening to the doctor and not wearing your prosthetic all the time unless you’re on a mission.” 

Ruby rolled her eyes a bit and kept still for Blake. “And how else am I going to hide my scar?” 

“Why would you?” 

“You… you know exactly what I had to do to stop Salem.” 

Blake nodded and pulled the prosthetic off of Ruby and gently rubbed her shoulder. “I know, but I also know who it saved. If it wasnt for you, then Cinder would’ve been killed.” 

“And what good did that do? No one remembers what any of us did and Cinder ran.” 

“Because if you didnt save her, then she wouldnt have saved me.” 

Ruby hesitated for a moment as she watched Blake remove her shirt and then move her hand to her chest. Even for being a few months old, she could still feel the indent the scar left on her breast. She gently squeezed, then pulled away. “Yeah, but it was my fault you were there. I should’ve gone alone and kept you guys out-” 

“And you would’ve died if you had.” Blake kissed her and smiled. “You dont need to worry about that. We’re all alive, Salem and Ozma have been put to rest, Cinder hasnt been a problem for any of us since she ran off, we’re still helping others, and the kingdoms are all finally starting to work together and making strides with keeping villages protected. What more could you ask for?” 

“Maybe… maybe for people to recognize what we’ve done.” Ruby pulled Blake close and rolled to her side. “I know this is how Oscar wanted things while he helps Professor Goodwitch get everything settled with the academies, but part of me feels like we need a bit more recognition for what we’ve done. For everything we went through.” 

“And rest wasnt enough?” 

Ruby went quiet once more, not sure how to answer. Rest was never enough, especially since she never really stopped being a huntress even when she was supposed to. And even if she had, it still didnt feel right that no one knew the sacrifices that she and her team made in order to stop Salem. The reminders of those they had lost were silently wiped from Remnant by the God of Light, only allowing them to know their deeds while the people they protected were oblivious to it all. Finally, she spoke quietly, her voice cracking with each word. “I… I wanted Penny, Winter, Pyrrha, Clover… everyone we lost to get to this point to be remembered.” 

“Then we can talk to Oscar about making a monument for them.” 

“Whats the point if no one remembers?” 

“The point is for us. For you.” 

“Yeah, but-” 

“No buts.” Blake kissed Ruby and gently moved her hand from her shoulder to her thigh. “They were all of our friends. And you’re right, its not fair that they get to be forgotten like this. We’ll figure out a way to celebrate them.” 

Ruby nodded and cuddled into Blake, pressing close to her. “Alright, I trust you.” 

Blake rubbed her back and smiled. “Then rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” 

[milkywaygg]

AN: This story doesn’t involve my usually versions of Mama and Papa Cosma (aka Nora and Linnie in my universe). I’m writing this for @amaryllidae, who had allowed me to use his versions of the characters for this, so full credit goes to him < 3. Please enjoy!

Month Zero

“Here you are, ma’am. I hope this is what you’ve been looking for”, a lanky, green-haired man at the front counter said, wearing a name tag that said ‘Jules’ on his green vest. He handed the customer, a short, somewhat plump woman with red, curly hair and ruby lipstick a bouquet of pink roses, getting somewhat nervous as the customer frowned slightly.

“Oh I’m so sorry. I was really hoping for red roses.”, the woman said, with slight disappointment in her tone, “See, it’s for my 10th anniversary. I was hoping for something more romantic.”

“O-Oh! I’m so sorry. Here, I can fix those no problem.” Jules took the roses back from the customer and took his wand out, thinking nothing much of a simple color changing spell. He waved his wand in the usual C-shaped patter before tapping the roses, expecting them to go from a pastel pink to a romantic, vibrate rose. Raising an eyebrow, he did the motion slower to make sure if was correct before tapping the flowers again, his stomach hurting as the spell failed a second time. Looking up nervously at the customer one more time before back at the bouquet, he tapped the flowers one last time, only to instead emit small, yellow sparks coming from the star tip.

“Oh golly…I’m really sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with this darn thing.”, Jules laughed nervously, shaking the wand slightly, “I-I’m gonna call for help.”

“Ehh don’t trouble yourself dear. I’m sure he’ll love them regardless.”, the woman smiled, taking back the flowers, “I appreciate you trying. I’m sure these kinds of jobs can’t be easy.”

“W-well, we’re sorry we messed your order up. I-I don’t get why I couldn’t do such a simple spell though. My wand was working fine this morning…ugh…”, Jules groaned, clenching his stomach with one hand and covering his mouth with the other. As the wave of nausea came and went, Jules slowed moved his hands down, smiling apologetic at the woman. “Oh..excuse me.”

“Hmmm”, the woman said, though the ends of her lips smiled slightly. She looked down at his stomach that had a small bulge down at his waist, though it was barely noticeable, and saw that the rest of Jules looked somewhat pale and sweaty, “You know, it’s not only our anniversary dear. My husband is almost 10 months pregnant, and I wanted to do something special for him before he went into labor.”

“Oh gee, you’re so lucky! I’ve always wanted kids.”

“Yeah…You know dear, you remind me of him in his first trimester. He had some problems casting even the simplest of spells and he kinda looked how you do right now, sweetheart.”, the woman said concerningly, taking a card out of her pocket, “Rubella Winchester. I’m actually a gynecologist. My office is on Starlight Lane if you want to make an appointment.”

“Well..”, Jules lingered for a moment, taking the card, “Well gee whiz…um….I-I guess if I still feel bad then maybe. It might be just a off day for me haha.”

“Alright then dear, well you hang onto my card, ok?”, Rubella said, looking at him kindly, “You have my office number. Take care of yourself and thank you so much for the help.”

“Of course, a-and again I’m so sorry.”

Rubella gave him a understanding nod before taking the flowers and leaving the shop, giving Jules the chance to take a wet cloth and wipe down his station. As he moved his arm back and forth, his nose suddenly started to pick up on all the different aromas around him. Numerous sweet smells of roses, tulips, daisies, and assorted carnations all hit his nose as once, making his head spin and his stomach churn. Making sure there were no other customers were nearby, he took a seat at the desk in the back, grabbing the trash can near and taking sharp breaths, slowing down at the nausea passed one more time.

“Are you ok?”, Lesley, a pink-shoulder length haired man asked, watching as Jules practically stuck his whole face in the trash can, “Do you need to go home?”

“Ugh…no…no I’ll be fi-“, Jules tried to talk before finally, he threw his head back in the trash can, letting his lunch explode all over the bag.

“Nope. That’s it boo. You’re going home.”, Lesley said, giving him a separate trash bag and he took the trash can, “And by the looks of it, you can take tomorrow off too.”

“Oh golly..I-I really don’t want it to be an issue. I mean, I don’t feel that bad.”

“Boy you literally just threw up. We can’t have you puking all over the roses, baby.”, Lesley’s rather flamboyant voice scolded, “Besides, you looked miserable all day sweetie, and I saw what happened with the roses.”

“I-It was an accident.”

“I mean the sparking. Wands don’t just do that for no reason, boo.”, Lesley said, handing Jules his bag, “Now go home. Don’t worry about us. We got it from here.”

Not wanting to argue, Jules hung his vest up and dusted some of the saliva and leaves off his lime green sweater, clutching his stomach as he left the building. Grabbing his wand, he attempted to teleport back to his house, sighing as he received the same sparks as before, settling to flying home instead, passing by his neighborhood pharmacy just outside his neighborhood. Stopping for a moment, he remembered what Rubella had told him about her husband. Landing on his feet, he made his way inside and towards the back, the smell of medicine and cleaning supplies making him slightly nauseous once more. Desperate not to throw up all over the bag and on their floor, he made his way towards one of the aisles in the back that shelved men’s health supplies.

Numerous brands of pads and tampons decorated the shelves, alongside your generic shampoo and conditioners. There was also a small selection of self-defense items and at the very end, lied several boxed of pregnancy tests. Looking through the boxes, he finally settled for one that had color coded results before paying and making his way back home.

“Honey? I’m back.”, Julies called out, receiving no answer. Throwing the test in his bag, he noticed a sheet of paper on the counter.

Darling,

I’ll be working late tonight so I’ll be home a little after 10. I really hate how short notice this is, but I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be home as soon as I can. Try not to stress yourself too much. I’m sure you must have had a long day.

Euphemia

Long day was right. Slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t see his love until later, Jules made his way to their bedroom, that was connected to the master bedroom, pulling out the pregnancy test out from his bag. He took it out of the box and read the instructions; a pink heart representing positive while blue meant that he wasn’t pregnant. After about 15 minutes of so, Jules finally started to see the test results, albeit faded slightly. His stomach dropped in both excitement and shock as a pink heart was barely visible in the little circle.

To say the day hasn’t been one the best would be an understatement. Euphemia rubbed her temples as she scrolled through both her work and personal emails, ready for the night to be over with. After several angry clients, long work meetings, and a rather lovely email from her parents, Euphemia looked desperate towards the clock on her desk, which rested next to a photo of Jules and another, somewhat busted frame of her and her parents when she was younger; or rather, the last time she thought they were cool.

The email they had sent her still played in her mind like a broken record. Her mother, Athena, started on her daily complaints on why Jules wasn’t good enough for her, and why she ought to “ditch the little skank and find someone more deserving”, insisting that she marry someone that was the son to one of their many business partners. While Euphemia found her parents’ friends’ kids fine to be around, most of them always had this sense of superiority and snobbishness that got on her nerves greatly; where she felt like she had to impress them in order to be noticed.

She hadn’t gotten around to telling Athena that it was too late. That the diamond ring was already slipped on Jules’ tiny finger. Despite how much she loved him, she admitted to herself that she had rushed it and proposed out of anger and resentment for how much they treated Jules at the party a few weeks ago. Sure, him having way too much to drink and slobbering all over her didn’t help much, but the more she remembered the party, the more she heard her mother call him “a skank” and her father asking her if he was originally born as a dog and doesn’t know how to act like a gentleman. She also remembered wishing that she would just shrink out of existence as the rest of the party stared at the man; some of the women jeering at Euphemia to get her man under control, while the other males wrinkled the noses, or excused themselves to the bathroom to fix their foundation.

Regardless of how Jules acted however, Euphemia wished she had gotten in their fact and told them off for what they had said, but at the time, she was more worried about getting Jules back to the house more than anything and swore to herself that one day, she’d make her parents see just how amazing of a man he was, if he wasn’t downing several glasses of Strawberry Shortcake Martinis.

A few more hours had passed as Euphemia finished with her task list and sent off the last of the emails. It was 5 minutes until 10, and Euphemia had began packing her suitcase away, ready to head home. As she packed away her papers however, she heard another ding coming from her personal email; sadly another one from Athena. As she looked closer at the subject line however, Euphemia felt a nasty, nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach as she scrolled through the email for more details.

Come by the mansion as soon as possible. We would like a word.

[violets-in-her-arms-writes]

Find the Words

I've been tagged by @amewinterswriting, thank you so much ! My words were whine, hiss, shine & miss.

Gently tagging @chayscribbles, @rubywrite and @ryns-ramblings, if you want to play your words are girl, grudge, gravity and guilt. have fun 💜

WHINE

The woman had lost her jovial, vaguely bored air and seemed to have doubled in size. Her hair had come loose from its tight bun and was floating around her face, deformed by hatred, like a vaporous halo. Her eyes were streaked with little violet lightning bolts that reminded me of what sometimes flashed through Ana when she was stressed and which always ended up setting something on fire. "Some of us find her interesting, and that's why she's still alive. But make no mistake, the moment the Virulentes turn their backs on her, I'll put an end to her miserable existence." The invisible hand pushed me once more and I fell backwards onto the marble floor. My knee screamed in pain but no sound came out of my mouth except a low whine as I tried to relearn how to breathe. I rubbed my sore throat with a trembling hand and glared at her.

HISS

The intruder was in the kitchen, opening the cupboards. A burglary then? It was better than a wolf or vampire attack, but the situation could degenerate just as quickly. "Jo, get up against the wall," my girlfriend said. "No way," I refused, crouching down on the bed behind her back. "Besides, you know as well as I do that it won't make any difference. If…" The doorknob turned slowly, Lou leaned forward, a hoarse hiss in the back of her throat, and I shifted my grip on my knife slightly. Ana's disheveled head appeared in the doorway.

SHINE

Ana stuck her tongue out at her, but handed the notebook to Iris, who flipped through the three sheets we had on the aptly named "fuck the vampires" project. Her gaze lingered on the provisional sketch. "Ruby?" "Yeah, I think so," I confirmed. "If the ruby doesn't take, we'll try another red stone, but normally it's with the ruby that we'll have the best chance of fixing the theorem and…" "Yeah, yeah. I'd say I understand what you're talking about, but I can't lie, so I'll just say I don't care. If I can get… well no, I'll get there for sure, but if I fix you a glamour or two in a pebble, what would you need?" "A pebble"? You mean a gem? "Maybe a crystal?" said Ana, slumped on the back of the sofa. "Or a precious stone? Or a semi-precious stone?" "I mean a stone that shines," replied Iris, looking at us as if we were speaking gibberish. "I don't know the difference and," she continued, raising her voice when I opened my mouth to explain, "I don't care. What I want to know is what size you need and what color, so it doesn't clash with your design."

MISS

The black cat perched on her shoulders was a few years old already, with an imposing form, long silky fur, piercing yellow eyes and a scowl. She was the kind of cat that looked more like a James Bond villain than a real cat, and she had spat on every other cat that had tried to get close to her chosen one. "She's perfect," I agreed with a decisive nod. "She's as bad-tempered as you are when you get up in the morning, so you'll get along just fine." "Because you're little miss sunshine, aren't you?" "I'm a delight any time of the day or night, I don't know what you're talking about. Is it settled then? Is she coming home with us?"

[rubys-domain]

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[achillesmonochrome]

You know? While is most probably true that the reason the owl house got cancelled was because all the gay representation, I had seen people who actually resent lumity because “it killed the show”

And look, I am not going to say lumity is the entire reason the show is asom (my focus may be ships but believe me I had been gushing with other people about this show’s strenghts since episode 1) or the show would be ruined if they waited until the last episode, but it still part of the reason is so special, and I’m dying on that hill. 

It took me forever to watch the show for personal reasons, and while at some point I thought of watching the series and blocked the tag, even then I heard how lumity was canon.

At first, I believed it was what other shows had done; have something that could read as romantic (like blushing or similar) and people were happy because is not like we could get anything else until a finale (if lucky), right?

So when I started the show I knew about the ship, but didn’t think it would go deep enough that I wouldn’t need to make headcanons and fanfics to compensate. 

We go to prom, where we get the confirmation that Amity wanted to ask Luz out, and I was surprised they went that way, but I still thought “Well, it could be interpreted as she wanted to go with her a friend, that reason could make it ambigious enough that no one would raise a fit”

Look, don’t get me wrong, I know how hard so many people working on certain shows had worked on getting the slightest of crumbs, and how normally they needed to fight to get a confirmation in the finale. I was there when Korra aired the final season, and how while the ending was sweet, it was ambigious enough the creators needed to confirm it online (And somehow still got the scene taken away in some places? Is ridiculous)

So I thought that was all I was ever going to get, at least for now; and I accepted that.

Then we go to the next episode and I am like “holy shit this is gay panic and there is absolutely no other explanation for it, they aren’t playing the subtle card anymore” 

I was shocked; I grew up with crumbs of representation, and that is not even getting into the fact that the first confirmed gay characters I knew were so riddled with stereotypes I could not find any comfort and famiriality in them. 

And seeing Amity made a mess of herself (which not gonna lie, reminded me way too much when I was 13 and crushing hard on a girl) meant the world to me, hell, still means the world to me.

While watching the show I couldn’t stop thinking how much this would had meant to me when I was younger; the enviroment I grew up wasn’t very open minded, and I still remember how that night it finally clicked that I wasn’t cishet, my first thought was that I needed to fix myself. 

Even if I can’t make my younger self feel better about who we are, the fact that kids now have this is still a lot. They would see Amity and Luz, unapologetically in love, have Raine use they/them pronouns, being respected for who they are without an ounce of doubt, Willow’s dads being as normal as the weather; and know that they, is okay.

And part of it would had been lost if they had waited until the finale.

Sure, it would still have Luz and Amity together, but I know for experience, is not the same have yourself hoping, dreaming that this character you love is like you, than having them be stated like that way early, and not only know that, but see them do the same things you do, and how no one thinks is weird. 

Is not like having the characters be together is a only same-sex thing; it wasn’t exactly homophobia why Star and Marco weren’t dating until the end, or how Miraculous has 4 seasons and they are still not dating. 

But while those pairings are way obvious, most of the time same-sex things get stuff muddled, subtle, to the point people would deny it until the very end.

(Hell I still remember when Sapphire and Ruby were show for the first time in Steven Universe, and people were insisting they were sisters and nothing else) 

Again, not throwing shade to SU staff (for this one at least) and other creators, because I can only imagine how hard it was to fight for those tihngs. 

However, it doesn’t change how amazing is to have this. 

I was thinking about it while rewatching Labyrinth Runners. I like Huntlow, and if you look close enough you can see little seedlings here and there, but nothing concrete enough, and yes, I had seen people say how shippers are misreading signals; same old fandom drama.

But that hit me with a realization: If there was any creator, or any other team, this would had been the opposite.

Huntlow would be the blatantly obvious, while Lumity would have minimal blushes or gestures. The fact that this isn’t the case makes me extremely happy.

Even if the show could had gotten four season with lumity at the finale, Raine either being a guy or somehow avoiding their pronounds until the very end (if not erase them compledtly) and Willow’s dads maybe being the only thing to exist; I don’t think this show wouldn’t be as dear to me if it wasn’t making my child self feel seen.

So, even if I am sure no one from the team would ever see this: Thank you Dana, and everyone else in the crew, for making this happen. 

[monocaelia]

inazuma bound headcanons

their last goodbyes before you depart to the land of eternity.

feat. childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao

warnings : inazuma spoilers, slight angst but mainly fluff

❀ childe

despite inazuma being a place not many have ventured to and from, childe isn't the slightest worried for your safety. he knows the dangers of the storming seas surrounding inazuma and of the situation the people of inazuma are in due to the vision hunt decree.

but he prides in the fact that you're strong enough to handle what inazuma has to offer to you. abyss, you've defeated him in battle, there's no way you can't handle a little thunderstorm.

the cheerful chirp of your name alerts your attention to the ginger haired harbinger as he approaches you on the streets of liyue harbor. you raise an eyebrow at him, knowing full well that he shouldn't be here and should be stationed at dragonspine.

before you can scold him about his responsibilities, he scoops you into his arms and spins you around. his laughter rings in your ears and you can't help but smile. any and all thoughts of being mad at him are washed away as soon as his eyes meet yours.

the rest of your day is spent with him, as he won't be able to see you off before your trip to inazuma. he buys you trinkets, food, slings an arm around your shoulders all so you could be reminded of him and how fun it is to spend time with him.

"you know, it's a shame i wasn't stationed in inazuma next. i would have loved to explore it with you and fight at your side for a while longer," childe muses to you as the streets of liyue begin to light up for the evening. his hand is in yours and you squeeze it in reassurance.

"i'll miss you, a lot." your heart swells at his words, pulling him into a comforting embrace. your lips curve into a smile when his arms tighten themselves around you and you can't help but think that you'll miss him too.

"don't forget to send me letters about your visit to inazuma! or else i'll go over there and hunt you down myself, [name]!"

❀ diluc

diluc is not too thrilled to hear that you're departing to inazuma. not that he has anything against the nation, but he knows how hard it is to enter and leave and he knows of the situation the people under the shogunate are in.

but he isn't going to harp you on making sure you can protect yourself. he has faith in you that you'll have a safe voyage over and stay alive while on your journey in the land of eternity. he's seen you singlehandedly defeat and restore dvalin; there's no need to worry about your wellbeing.

his hand brushes against your cheek, moving the hair that curtained your slumbering face. you look so peaceful, so at ease resting against his lap as if you aren't about to set off overseas with no guarantee of your safe return.

you stir from your short slumber, leaning into his touch and diluc cannot help the small smile forming on his lips. "did you sleep well?" he asks, watching you as you slowly get up from his lap. you hum in response and stretch your limbs.

"have you finished packing for your trip?" diluc's question earns a slight frown from you and he raises an eyebrow. "you didn't finish preparing for inazuma, even though you're leaving soon?" diluc's assumption is proven correct when you begin twiddling your fingers and struggling to find a good excuse.

a sigh leaves his lips, getting up and offering you a hand. you bashfully take it. diluc hoists you up and you let out a little laugh when he sends an unamused frown your way. "i'm sorry! i was supposed to finish my preparations today, but i wanted to see you before i had to go."

it's a good thing that diluc has a soft spot for you, otherwise he would have given you the scolding of a lifetime. instead, he gently grasps your hand and flicks your forehead with his free hand before leading you inside the dawn winery so you could properly prepare for your journey overseas.

"i can't accompany you to inazuma, unfortunately, but i'll wish you a safe journey. take care, [name], i'll see you when you return."

❀ kaeya

kaeya is intrigued when you tell him that you'd be leaving for inazuma anytime soon. it's not often that people willingly want to enter storming seas and a land that isn't fond of people traveling to and from.

if anything, kaeya wants to tag along and fight by your side in inazuma. there's not much to do in mondstadt anyways. with jean and diluc keeping everyone in check kaeya didn't really have anything to do besides stir up some drama between the people of mondstadt or provoke enemies of mondstadt.

but he knows that shirking from his duties as captain of the calvary just to accompany you to inazuma wouldn't fare well with jean.

"i'm sad to see that our journey together ends here," kaeya tells you during your final visit to angel's share, for a while anyways. you roll your eyes and gently shove him with your shoulder. you know he's trying to pull at your strings from the way his sapphire eye glimmers in mischief.

"it's not going to be forever, you know. i'll be back before you know it," you reply, taking a sip of your drink. "you're acting like i'm going to inazuma and dying there." you bite back a smile when kaeya sighs dramatically and leans his entire bodyweight on you. a groan leaves your lips from the pressure.

"it's like i can still hear their voice." you snort and shove kaeya off of you, earning a snicker from the taller male. "say, [name], why don't we leave the bar and have a night of our own? just the two of us before you leave."

you pretend to ponder at his question for a moment, but say yes. you don't miss the way his lips curl into a feline smile, or the way his hand encases your own as he leads you out of the tavern and into the chilly evening of mondstadt.

but the chill doesn't bother you. not with kaeya's warm hand intertwined with yours as the two of you laugh and chatter in the warm glow of the street lamps lining the streets.

"are you sure you don't want me to tag along? wouldn't want you to miss me, haha. come back soon. don't keep me waiting."

❀ kazuha

knowing you're about to take off to the nation he escaped from puts him on edge, if he's being honest here. he knows of how brutal raiden shogun can be, stealing the visions of the innocent so she can remain eternal.

yet, seeing the reassuring smile adorning your face calms his nerves. he knows of your strength, of the rumors and tales of you fighting a dragon and a fatui harbinger, but he can't help but worry nonetheless.

his hand gently grasps your own, his fingers drawing shapes along the curves of your knuckles and brushing over the callouses that have formed on your fingertips. your head rests atop his shoulders as the two of you sit on the deck of the crux underneath the stars.

"is something on your mind?" you ask when he pauses in his ministrations. kazuha sighs, pausing briefly before replying to you.

"will you be okay? alone in inazuma, i mean. my homeland is a beautiful and wonderful place, but there is a corrupt and unjust leader ruling over it. i fear you'll be harmed and-"

"and you won't see me again?" you smile and pull away to meet your companion's gaze. there is a storm of worry in kazuha's ruby eyes and you hold his jaw in your hand, thumb rubbing calming circles on his cheek when he leans into your touch and holds your wrist.

"i'm stronger than you think, you've seen that firsthand. i'll be okay, kazuha." your reassuring words seemingly relax the inazuman traveller, but you can still sense the uncertainty surrounding him.

kazuha presses a gentle kiss against your inner palm before sliding his hand up to interlock your hands together.

"should anything happen to you, the wind will guide us together and i shall protect you. stay safe, dear [name]."

❀ xiao

xiao is a bit... unsettled when you give him the news that you're leaving for inazuma in a few days. it isn't often that you get to see him due to his job as one of liyue's yakshas and your travels across teyvat's lands.

he knows you'll be okay in inazuma, but he has no jurisdiction nor power in inazuma. his responsibility lies in liyue and he cannot leave until his duty to protect the nation of contracts has been fulfilled. yet, he wants to accompany you so he can assure your safety and survival against the stormy seas of inazuma.

"oh, there you are," your voice calms the worrying adeptus, even more so when your presence is beside him. he doesn't respond to you verbally, but he spares you a glance before fixing his gaze back to guili plains.

there's a comfortable silence between the two of you, neither of you feeling the need to speak up. but xiao's gentle voice breaks it with a statement you've been anticipating. "it's not too late to stay in liyue so i can dispose of those who harm you."

you turn to face him, not surprised at all to see his piercing eyes already staring at you. "i have to, i need to find my sibling and meeting the shogunate is the only way forward." his lips form a thin line at your answer.

your fingers inch forward to touch xiao's hand; he flinches when your fingers graze his out of instinct. but he grasps your hand before it can retreat, squeezing it as if it would make you stay beside him.

but he knows you have to go, have to find answers on the whereabouts of your sibling even if it meant risking your life.

"if i can't protect you, promise me you'll protect yourself. if you were to get hurt... forget it. just make sure you stay alive."

[nevadawasnottaken]

love languages

the love language of dream smp members :) (platonic for minors! romantic for others) im doing them all bc they all deserve recognition! :D keep in mind i dont know all of their personalities well! (hbomb, antfrost, ponk, lazarbeam, etc) these are all c!dsmp (in game) those marked with * are ones im uncertain about/unfamiliar with! -- dream: gift giving or acts of service with a twinge of physical touch. mans will get anything for you, no lie. you want it? hes got it. dream xd: acts of service or gift giving. possibly touch, but i dont see him being keen on it unless its in private. i see him as someone who tries to spoil his s/o a lot. if youre a worthy lover of a god, you should be treated like one. george: probably acts of service, quality time and touch. man would probably cuddle with you while watching some movie that neither of you pay attention to. sapnap: touch or words of affirmation. he does like giving gifts on occasion though! probably something thatll remind you of him. but overall, he prefers hand holding or something. he likes knowing youre there. callahan*: quality time. i imagine he likes going places all over the smp. it makes him happy to take you places that he finds beautiful. even better when you find them beautiful too! sam: acts of service for sure. he would make you tea (or your preferred drink) on a bad day and wrap you in blankets and cuddle as much as youd like. or, he would leave you alone if you need it. hes very caring, warden persona aside. sam nook: gift giving seems his thing! or acts of service! he seems as if he would get you things to cheer you up, or just simply do things like tuck you in. if you want, he gladly will let you pet his lil ears. (yes i hc that sam nook has lil ears :) ) alyssa*: even if we dont see her much, she strikes me as the type to enjoy physical touch. hand holding or something simple. she prefers to stay out of the thick of things and chill, thanks. ponk*: touch or words of affirmation i think are very fitting. he seems the type to always have an arm around you or holding your hand. he definitely would be good at comforting, i think. badboyhalo: i think we can all agree that hes a mix of everything. i think hes most oriented with words of affirmation and quality time. he likes spending time with you, just telling you all the things he loves about you. tommy: more than likely quality time. i dont see him as one to like holding hands (”me? hold hands? grOSS! step away and leave some space for the holy spirit!”) or anything. hes not good with words of affirmation (he needs them, really) and hes a bit awkward with things like hand holding. so spending time with him is his thing. listening to his discs and joking around with you and tubbo is what makes him happy. tubbo: gift giving, touch and quality time. he likes spending time with those he cares for, as well as giving them gifts. little trinkets, mostly. for example, he gave ghostbur a bracelet woven from friends wool, and hes given tommy a ruby! :) fundy: probably gifts. fox man will find you shiny things. emeralds, diamonds, gold, you name it. even if you dont need/want it, he gets you things. rings and necklaces and bracelets. it makes him happy to see you wear them. not all at once, of course, but wear them nonetheless. punz*: acts of service and touch. hes the type to arrange your things to suprise you or leave you flowers on a bad day. he also would probably cuddle and ramble about how perfect you are to him. purpled*: quality time. i think he would gladly spend time with you if you asked him to :) wilbur: a little bit of everything, i think. but one thing i think he would definitely do is write songs, so basically making playlists, but he sings for you instead! but for one of the main ones, i think he mostly is one for touch and affirmations. he likes being comforted/comforting you. ghostbur: gift giving or touch. quality time, too! i think he likes giving you things (like blue!) in general. he also seems very clingy (which is adorable <3 anyone who says its not can fight me rn) and would gladly hold your hand! he often will just take it anyways. :) (”i like holding your hand! your hands are nice to hold because theyre warm!”) schlatt: quality time. like tommy, i think he isnt one for touch. maybe he will give you gifts, but spending time with him is enough of a gift for him. skeppy*: gift giving. he would probably get you big gifts, like stuffed animals or something. or photos. seems like a skeppy type thing to me. :) eret: a little of everything, i think. but i see his thing being touch and quality time. i think they would very gladly cuddle if you asked them to! but shes big spoon, no doubt about it. only little spoon if you ask. jack manifold*: acts of service or touch. he would make you food if you wanted it, i think, or hold your hand. maybe not the best with comfort or cooking, but he tries. (”look i- i know the cookies arent good, but its the thought that counds, right?”) niki: words of affirmation, quality time and touch would all be nikis thing! :) she would spend time with you, probably cuddling and providing comfort if needed. she would remind you every day that youre loved and youre worth it. quackity: definitely touch and quality time. when hes not busy, he takes you places. often to watch the sunset. he also strikes me as one for pda! a bit shy at first, but relaxes into it. hes definitely one to say “gotta show off my partner! >:)” mexican dream*: words of affirmation but in spanish dont @ me karl: do we need to even question this? (spoiler alert: quality time and touch) hbomb*: strikes me as the type for quality time and some touch :) techno: probably acts of service, gift giving and quality time. he likes holidays like christmas and your birthday because he can give you things. he likes shiny things! and he likes you, so he gives them to you! antfrost*: quality time and touch seem fitting. just the peace of being together. philza: quality time and gift giving with a bit of touch. he likes when you touch his wings, running your fingertips over the smooth feathers, or fixing any ruffled spots. he also likes spending quiet time together. he can give words of affirmation and comfort if you need them. connor*: probably touch! i see him as the type to want to hold your hand a lot. so def one for pda :) puffy: probably quality time and words of affirmation. goat mom would def be able to encourage and comfort you. vikkstar*: i think touch is fitting :) pda really, and acts of service lazarbeam*: acts of service seem most fitting! he seems the type to do things for you, especially on bad days. ranboo: gift giving and quality time! he is definitely the type to get you little things! or grass blocks. he gets sad if you rid of a grass block, so you kinda have to store em. or kindly explain that you dont want dirt inside, so you can put the grass blocks outside. foolish: the type for acts of service, i think! and maybe some touch. i think he gladly will do things for you, no questions asked. (unless it seems harmful ofc!) hannah*: seems the type to like words of affirmation (giving and receiving!) especially on your/her bad days. slimecicle: gift giving. he probably picks you flowers and does nice things whilst being sarcastic. he will comfort you on bad days, though. -- as usual, lmk if i should change tags! requests are open! 

[shoutoismybaby]

Omega Shame Part 2

Part 1 / Part 3

Thank you guys for all your interest! It made me super happy to see so many people excited about my writing, so I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for the last part soon!

Warnings: Angst, depression, mentions of fighting (bc hero training)

***

The classroom didn't smell right.  Not only was your serotonin inducing scent the class had gotten accustomed to in the past couple months missing, but a certain caramel smell had a hint of burnt rubber and ash to it. Despite some of the girls hearing commotion coming from your room, you didn’t answer their calls or knocks, so no one knew what was going on. The only knowledge the class had was that you weren’t in class and Bakugou was upset. Well, more upset than he usually was.

Even his best friends, whether or not he would admit that’s what they were to him, would earn growls and bared teeth if they got too close. Other than that though, Bakugou was generally unresponsive. Only caring when people got too close, but he didn’t respond when Aizawa called on him, or when the lunch bell rang. Only shoving the teachers hand off his shoulder when he came to check up on the blond.

Bakugou was just too caught up in his thoughts to really be aware of his surroundings as he followed his class aimlessly to the cafeteria.

Even though his body was in the P.E Training grounds, his brain was back in time to your dorm room. Back when your body began to tremble at the sight of him, the way salty tears rushed from your eyes when he started to speak. Your throat squeaking as you begged him to spare the nest you had constructed. It was beautifully made, if you had asked him. The way your soft blankets were woven together with your favorite weekend clothes, pillows being used to stable the walls. It looked incredibly comfortable.

Bakugou knew that Omegas could get upset if their nest was intruded without permission. But he also knew he was nowhere near your circular haven. Yet, you were crying, shaking, and begging.

It was then that it dawned on the hothead that you were scared of him. His omega was Terrified of him. It made his heart beat erratically, how could he make someone he cared about so scared of him? Especially his own omega. It was his job to keep you safe, to take care of you and make sure you were comfortable. You trusted him to fulfill this role, but you thought he was going to destroy your nest?

It made Bakugous’ buzz in confusion. It made no sense that you would be freaking out just because your alpha walked in your room.

Unless you weren't even his omega by choice. What if you just accepted his courting gift because you were afraid he would hurt you? He had been told multiple times throughout his life that he needed to stop being so aggressive,  that he would scare omegas away, but he had always brushed those comments off. He had thought that he would find someone who liked him despite his anger, and he thought you were that person.

Clearly, though, you were too fearful of him to even reject his proposal. Your trembling body inside of your nest was undeniable proof of that. You were too scared to even tell him you were nesting, and if the sight was evidence enough you didn’t seem to have or want his scent anywhere close to your nest. He should have noticed it before. What kind of alpha scared those they were supposed to protect?

You probably just got off of your meds to make him happy too. You had made so many sacrifices to keep him happy, and the thought of that made his blood boil. He had been a terrible alpha to you. He had to end this, he couldn’t put you through anymore pain. His inner alpha cried at the thought of having hurt you.

His large hand moved towards his opposite wrist, gently shimmying the bracelet that sat on it off. It was your courting gift to him, since you insisted on making him something in return. It was simple, made of skillfully twisted threads in his hero costume colors. His heart had skipped a beat the moment you presented it to him, not that he would tell anyone that. Especially not now, not when all the memories he shared with you were put into perspective.

He remembered how it felt as though the threads burnt his skin on its way past. How it dragged his heart down with it as it fell to the floor. Since then, he felt numb to the outside world. It didn’t matter how many times Kirishima tried to get him involved in their 1-1 match, he mostly just stood there, letting his instincts do the bare minimum to protect his body.

“Come on man!” His body dodged another hit just enough before slacking again, causing the redheaded alpha to growl. “You’re not responding to anything and you smell, honestly bad bro. What’s going on with you!?”

The only thing “going on” in Katsuki’s brain was replaying the pain in your eyes over and over. Replaying how you were scared, no, terrified of the person who was supposed to protect you. His omega wasn’t his omega anymore, and his alpha felt broken. He felt alone.

He could only focus on how he failed to do his basic duties. How he failed you. Everyone had been right when they critiqued his anger. He was too aggressive to deserve an Omega. Clearly he couldn’t treat one right no matter how much their smile made serotonin speed through his brain. If he couldn’t protect you from himself it was ridiculous to think he would do anything but fuck up protecting Japan from villains. He was a terrible alpha who couldn’t even treat an Omega properly, so what was the point? He wasn’t even good at his innate purpose.

By now Kirishima was getting desperate. All day his best friend had been growing more and more despondent, and he was scared for what that meant. He just needed Bakugou to talk to him, Kirishima wanted to be reassured that he was okay. And he had an idea of how to pull Bakugou back into the present, even if he didn’t like it.

“I don’t want to do this but, I’m really worried about you. Bakugou is this about (Y/n)?” The blondes alpha perked up at the mention of your name, drawing Bakugou’s head up with it.

“The girls said something happened in (Y/n)’s room last night and,” He hesitated, ruby eyes falling to Bakugou's large wrists. “You’re not wearing the courting bracelet she made for you anymore”

His words caused a whimper to leave Katsukis throat. Kirishima had no idea what kind of pain that reminder brought to Bakugou, but he could guess. The way the blonds hands clenched and brows furrowed made Kirishima's heart drop, he hated bringing up things that could hurt Katsuki. But he could only fix the problem if he knew what was wrong, and for that he needed Bakugou to talk to him.

“Did, did you guys break up?” Kirishima kept his distance, afraid of what Bakugou would do once he snapped out of his trance. But all Bakugou did was begin to shake, blinking furiously as he became aware of his surroundings once again along with the hot tears that flooded his eyes. Kirishima ran towards his friend then, placing a hand on the other alphas shoulder in a hope to be any bit comforting without overwhelming his friend. He analyzed the way Bakugous nose scrunched, causing his large canines to show as the first sob burst out of his trembling frame. It was so powerful that the blond lost his balance, falling into the stunned redheads arms. Face tucked into his friends chest, shielded from the attention his sobs were bringing from his entire class.

“Bakugou…” Kirishima ran his hands up and down Bakugous back gently feeling the way the blond fisted his shirt in desperation, “What happened? You can tell me.”

“I’m a terrible alpha,” Bakugous voice was shaky and Kirishima almost felt guilty at how relieved he was to hear it. “No you’re not man, wha-” “Yes I am!” Bakugous voice reached the same volume as his sobs that interrupted his speech. “She thought that I was going to destroy her nest, she was scared of me. I was supposed to defend her when really I’m the one she wanted protection from.”

Krishima didn’t know how to respond to what his friend said. Eyes too wide in confusion as he looked towards his teacher for answers. You had always been absolutely smitten with Bakugou, just his presence in the room made it seem like you radiated love and positivity. It didn’t seem that Bakugou needed any further encouragement to continue though, as his next statement sent ice down the spines of the whole class.

“I failed as an alpha… I don’t want to be alive anymore.” All Bakugou wanted to do in that moment was curl up and die. He didn’t have a purpose anymore, so he didn’t see the point of existing. It was then that his body seemed to shut back down in order to conserve energy, he began to slack in Kirishima's arms leaving him sitting on the ground despite the redheads' many protests. The revelation of how his best friend felt bringing tears to his own eyes, and a recognition to his teachers.

“Aizawa, what's happening to Bakugou?” Kirishima asked, struggling to hold himself together as he knelt in front of his friend. Bakugou’s eyes seemed more void of life than ever as he stared aimlessly at Kirishima's shirt.

“Someone call Recovery Girl, I fear that Bakugou has developed an Alpha depression.”

***

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[starsinmylatte]

NSFW Thrawn Drabble: Ropes

Hi! I know I said that I’d have part 2 of Tease out soon, but my brain won’t leave me alone about it. Please have this in the meantime and Tease will most likely be updated late tonight or in the morning. 💙

Pairing: Thrawn x reader

(18+) Minors DNI

Author’s note: This was entirely steam of consciousness at like 3 am so I don’t even know what happened lmao. No beta or proofreading we die like unnamed stormtroopers.

AO3 link here

You knew your lover was merely humoring you but were you going to complain? The Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy was currently sitting on the chair in front of you, shirtless and bound. One could easily mistake his hands being tied behind the chair for a sign of submission, but they would be sorely mistaken. Thrawn was humoring your wish, and maybe, just maybe, the silken red ropes would keep him from fucking you thoughtless so soon into the night.

As you sat on the edge of his bed, Thrawn’s burning gaze was fixed directly on you. He would seem aloof, perhaps even disinterested, to others, but you could see he was ever-so-slowly losing control of himself; it sent delicious chills of anticipation down your back. His breathing was coming faster and faster as you spread your legs and presented yourself to him.

Thrawn’s view of you was absolutely perfect. You reclined on his bed like a queen holding court, but you were dressed entirely in sheer lace and ribbons. When you spread your legs, he could see the effect his mere presence was having on you. Seeing the silken material already soaked through drew a low growl from his clenched teeth, but your real mistake was slowly trailing a single finger up your slit.

You raised it to your lips to lick it clean, and Thrawn’s ruby gaze turned absolutely feral. His grin was all teeth as his broad chest and muscular arms strained against the binds. Suddenly, with a muted ripping noise, the ropes fell off, and he stood gracefully from the chair; his grin only widened at the look of surprise on your face.

Thrawn removed his belt with a musical jangle and walked forward with all the dangerous grace of a panther. He positioned himself between your still-spread legs and trailed a finger slowly from the base of your neck to lift your chin up; his other hand trailed the damp fabric in the same path your finger previously took. “Oh, my sweet thing….. You seem to have forgotten where you stand here and just who owns this pretty little cunt of yours. Perhaps tonight will serve as the reminder you so desperately need.”

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[honestsycrets]

The Phantom I: Think of Me | Ubbe x Reader x Ivar

❛ pairing | ivar x reader x ubbe

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | you're used to a life with the phantom. his company feels like home.

❛ tags | slight violence, phantom of the opera au, love triangles, original characters.

❛ sy’s notes | this piece has been a long time coming. each chapter will be named according to soundtrack pieces. the introductory scene is probably reminiscent of the movie, i really want to recreate those feelings for me. @alicedopey

The Opera was loud today. Usually, the flutter of shoes downstairs, the rush to change costume, or the giggles from flirtatious girls was typical. Sigurd would lower backdrops as beautiful ballerinas crossed him, dreaming of life not as the keeper of backstage: but as a musician. He loved the dancing girls. You rushed down the stairs to the bottom floor and binding it with soft ribbons passing rich crimson curtains of the stage. Madame Gunnhild reprimanded you for your heavy steps, reminding you that this was not folk music. This was ballet. Powerful, yes. But not unnecessarily loud.

The only loud one was the star whose voice rattled the stage. Her presence incited the glamour of a fat cat. Not that she was plump; perhaps she would be happier, rather than hungrily scrounging and screaming and howling for more and more. Signora Stella was insatiable.

“It’s because someone is coming for tonight’s gala. She wants to make sure he knows who she is. Didn’t you hear?” Adeline whispered. “Bjorn sold the Opera.”

“Is that really true?” The dancers convened on the stage for a final run-through of the opera Hannibal. For which your pink gossamer silk slave piece so appropriately draped off your hips while she stood donned in gold and red, strutting around the stage.

“It’s not FAIR!” Her eye was squarely upon manager Halfdan. His soft eyebrows bundled together as she berated him with her latest complaint. At his side, his brother stood with his hand settled nicely into the taupe pocket of his slacks. You recognized them. Bjorn brought them in the deep quiet of dance rehearsals. Harald especially loved the dancers. He loved to watch them spin along the stage like a top.

“Signora,” Halfdan’s sweet voice consoled. You rushed around her stony body, her beautiful blonde hair wrought in delicate curls. “La mia Stella,” he crooned. There was a softness to the way his dirty blonde hair framed his gentle eyes.

“I am the star, me! Me, me, me!” her foot cracked down on the hardwood floor. She gestured toward your ruddy-haired friend, then you, biting out her complaint. “Not one of these-- these dancing girls can sing like I!”

“We know, Signora.”

“Then who dressed-- them?”

Harald crossed his arms over one another, glancing toward his boots. It could never just be the voice. It was an experience. For a man like Harald, whose artistic expression was about in line with that of a straw doll, it meant costume.

“You will be the focus. We will give you a solo. Just for you!”

“A new song?” she turned, the wheels of her brain suddenly spinning again. She ran her ringed hand down Halfdan’s pressed deep blue suit, drawing her ruby nails up to tap him on the nose. “What kind of song?”

“Think of Me,” said Harald.

“Think of Me!” she squawked. “That is perfect. Perfect for a girl like me! Can you imagine me-- a childhood lover-- in Paris?”

No, you couldn’t. Even Paris was too muted for her taste.

“Well?” she looked toward your group. “Get off my stage. Especially you,” she pointed her finger between Adeline and you. You’re not sure who she’s talking about. “Fat little frog.”

It’s better not to push. You take Adeline in one hand and, with the other, the sheer fabric. The orchestra wretched alive again as the awful vocalizations filled the auditorium, reverberating your ear. Think of Me never sounded worse.

Still, it must be nice, you think, to be an opera star by virtue of birth. Sour with embarrassment but saved by the prospect of dance, you delighted in knowing that Stella would soon leave after her songs were sung to a T. A woosh of air hair threw your hair over your shoulders. It was compounded by her harsh scream and filling the auditorium. You glanced from the floor to the upper stage where, if you looked closely, you might have seen a shadow flitting across the bridge with the aid of the banister.

“Up up up up! Get me OUT FROM UNDER HERE!”

“Sigurd!” Halfdan boomed. “What are you doing up there!?”

“I wasn’t up there.”

Your fingers left your locket when Sigurd hiked up the stairs beside you. His dark trousers were stained with paint, as was his crisp white dress shirt, pulled apart with a pretty blue smear across his chest. You peered over Sigurd to see the black drop clattered over Stella’s back, pressing her chest to the ground and chin quivering in horror.

“So it fell on its own?” Harald accused belligerently.

“I never said that. Signora. The Opera is full of strange magic.” he stood upright, helping her stand on quivering heels, shouting in awful pain. He quirked his head. “Oh, she won’t be able to perform on that.”

She jabs her finger into Harald’s chest, deliberately on his fine silk tie. Then Halfdan, whirling a curse. Stella squealed with renewed vigor. “You see what you’ve done! I hate you! I hate you! And I hate this-- this phantom!”

“Not that again,” Harald rolled his eyes.

The light in her eyes burst, soaring through the surface like an explosion across the surface. How awfully she punched him, shouting about his indignation in not paying the Phantom his salary-- before flitting down the steps on a beating heel. She would be back. Maybe not today, but another. Sigurd dragged the fallen backdrop to the side, inspecting the thick-cut rope and all its seeming imperfections.

“Can we reschedule for next week?” said one.

“We need a new star,” said the other. “Every day is the same.”

Adeline leaned her aquiline nose into your curls, “Do you think it was him?”

An awful warmth flooded your belly. Should you rejoice in a woman’s abuse? No, but at the same time, it meant she would not be here to berate the ballerinas. There was no one there.

“She can sing it for you, Harald.” At that moment, Madame Gunnhild hooked her arms under your arms. Harald turned on his boot to Gunnhild, a sultry smile playing on his lips. “What? Her?”

“No, Madame. Please.” You choked on your own words in the attempt to process what she meant. She wove her spindly fingers in your hand, jerking you toward the middle of the stage. For a moment, your heart seized to beat, blood ran still, and you might have fainted by the curiosity in the brothers’ eyes.

“Shh,” she whispered into your ear. “I know you can sing Think of Me. I’ve heard you sing with him.”

If you ever have a moment, spare a thought for me.

Your stomach leapt with uncertainty in the silence of the room. Outside, gossip ran like a bolt of lightning across the sky. Stella’s replacement was never a position you hoped to have. Not for a day, nor an hour but here you were, dabbing your lips with a pink product after intermission in your father’s old room. His picture sat framed by photos of your family: Thyri, Siggy, and him. Your hand trembled as you seized it. Then, falling away, you looked toward the letter that sat square in front of you.

“You have a letter from the Opera Ghost,” Gunnhild had said. Usually, those words would have inspired anyone with fear. Instead, it filled your belly with fervor, a soft pinkness that dusted over your cheeks soften than any blush you could apply. “Open it when you’re alone.”

You fluttered your eyes, hoping that the excitement in your belly was just a built-up from this corset that restricted your breathing. Breath swelled in your chest. You hooked a letter opener under the blotchy gold seal.

“Bellisima.”

The voice echoed through the room. Your physician Athelstan told you it was nothing: a figment of your imagination that you ought to hush about-- or they would send you away. Your angel was a kiss from God and nothing more. Your chest swelled with a heavy breath, fixing the earrings into your ear. They looked like the very stars that shone on the rooftop of the opera house. The voice filled the room, a soft sing-song that bounced from wall to wall and filled you with something like peace.

“Open it, my sweet.”

“It frightens me,” you murmured.

“Don’t be frightened.”

With a flick of your letter opener, you forced the crisp letter apart. In it, a square of parchment sat nestled between a glimmering gold chain. It was a glorious gold chain and, at the end of it, a singular heart locket. There was a knock at your door just as you inspected the inscription etched into its surface.

“May I come in?”

Whether or not you’d agree, Harald already came in. He was a man of tall stature despite his height. Wherever he carried himself, there was respect. You knew him to be in love with Gunnhild, and though she gave him no attention, you knew his intentions for her.

“Do you want to sit down?” you offered. Harald drew off his taupe jacket to figure with a tucked letter in his black breast coat. He held it out to you. You took it, bracelets jingling and saw that inside was a wealth of currency.

“Oh-- this is…” you murmured. “More than I can accept.”

“You knew the viscount, don’t you?”

The viscount Ragnar, you recall. Your cheeks warmed with his memory—a thin child with honey brown hair and a big heart. Harald kneeled before you, running his hand on top of your fluffy pink ball dress.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“It has been a while,” you gesture to your photo of your father, reminded by the memory of the land you left behind in Scandinavia. “He probably wouldn’t remember me.”

“I’d wager you’re wrong. Put in a good word for us. He’ll be hard-pressed not to notice you,” he pauses. He rolled his finger through your long curl. It slipped away from his finger as he took his bunched-up suit jacket and opened the door. “As beautiful as you look tonight.”

“I-- thank you.”

The door clasps shut. You didn’t need this money, you murmured. But perhaps the children could use bread. Your attention fell to the necklace around your neck. If you turned the gold pendant over and over again between your fingertips, you could calm the racing of your heart. Today, you would be Elissa. Tomorrow, maybe a chorus girl once again. It was your time. The Ubbe from your memory was just that: a memory.

“Sing it again.”

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