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niqhtlord01 · 2 years ago

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Humans are weird: Minecraft

Alien: What is the point of this game? Human: It doesn’t have one; you can do whatever you want. Alien: Can I burn this world and leave nothing but ash? Human: Disturbingly specific but go ahead.

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Alien: How do I get wood? Human: Punch some trees. Alien: ……….. Alien: Punch some trees. Human: Yup. Alien: Are you mocking me? Human: What? Alien: Do you think I’m some sort of joke? Alien: An object of ridicule for your amusement!? Human: Okay, before you over react let me just show you. Alien: *Starts reaching for sword when they see the human literally start punching trees for wood* Alien: Oh. *Puts sword away* My apologies. -------------

Human: Why aren’t you playing? Alien: There is a monster in my home. Human: Is it an ender man? Alien: No. Human: Skeleton? Alien: No. Human: Creeper? Alien: Nope. Human: ………… Human: Zombie? Alien: Thwarp no. Human: *Takes controller and goes inside the house* What could it possibly be- *Sees creature* Human: That is a pig. Alien: It is the stuff of nightmares. Human: What the hell is scary about a pig? Alien: Look into its eyes. Alien: It has no soul; no remorse. ----------------

Alien: What are you making? Human: A doomsday device. Alien: Are you allowed to build that on a public server? Alien: Surely the admins would seek to stop you. Human: They can’t stop it if they can’t find it. Alien: What did you build? Human: I placed a claim block, fifty blocks down, and started a cow farm. Alien: That doesn’t sound so bad. Human: There are currently five hundred cows in a four block pen. Human: I have seen the amount of lag it generates drive men to madness. Alien: You are the worst of your species. ---------------

Alien: How goes it? Human: I’ve created a massive creeper farm. Alien: Dear gods why?!?! Human: I want to see what happens when one of them is hit by lightning. Alien: Why? Human: I heard that it turns them into a super creeper. Alien: Why would you want to make the sentient explosive even deadlier? Human: To leave as a surprise for that griefer who blew up my chicken farm last week. Alien: Ah. ----------------

Alien: What are you building today? Human: A nether portal Alien: Is that the purple doorway thing in front of you? Human: Yup. Alien: What does it do? Human: It’s a portal to this world’s version of hell. Alien: WHAT?! Alien: Is that not dangerous? Human: I mean, I want glow stone for my city; and the only place to get glow stone is in the nether. Alien: I weep for this world that has you as its caretaker. ---------------

Alien: Why is all the sand from my beach gone? Human: Needed it. Alien: For what? Human: Copious amounts of TNT. Alien: Do I even want to know why? Human: Remember that village that I defended only for the golem to attack me? Alien: Yeah. Human: Good. Human: Because that memory of yours is all that is left of it. -----------

*stumbling down extensive mine network to find human friend deep underground.* Alien: You ever coming topside again? Alien: I just found these things called “Pandas” and they are adorable. Human: Not until I find a diamond. Alien: Oh gods, here we go again. Human: There’s only fucking copper down here! Human: What the hell can I even use for copper!?! Alien: I think you can make lightning rods out of them. Human: Oh yeah, sure, lightning rods. Human: I’m sure those will be useful SIXTY BLOCKS UNDERGROUND!!!! ------------

Human: What’s this? Alien: I’ve created an elaborate rail system that will allow me to transfer the citizens of one village to another village to make it a super village! Human: Isn’t that considered kidnapping and human trafficking? Alien: ……….. -------------

Alien: I have created these five iron golems to protect my home. Alien: Nothing shall destroy it while I am away! *Alien leaves into mines* *Returns after an hour of mining to find the entire home destroyed by creepers* Alien: What the flarp! Alien: Where are my go- *Turns to see all five golems distracted by some flowers* -------------

Alien: Something just occurred to me. Human: What’s that? Alien: If you can use the portal to this nether, why can’t things down there use it to escape? Human: Pfft. Human: That’s impossible. Alien: Is it? Human: *Dramatic pause before sprinting over to portal with alien behind him* *Both arrive to find legion of pigmen pouring out from the portal* Alien: Congratulations, you created the end times. Alien: I hope that glow stone was worth it. Human: *draws sword* It really was.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #funny #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #minecraft

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atsadi-shenanigans · 6 months ago

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What Shall We Become 15 - Sharing

The rogue makes a connection.

On AO3.

“Why in the sweet hells would I have a rock?” Astarion says.

The bag of sparkpowder makes sense. It’s hard to screw that up. But then she wants a stone, and while he pilfers nearly anything he can get his hands on (to sort through later, mind you) that doesn’t extend to rocks.

“I need to test my theory,” she hisses back at him.

The underground beastie lurks beneath the dirt. Its heart beats slow and strong, and he can’t help but wonder what it’s blood would taste like. It seems simple enough to him: light the bomb, throw it, and run in the opposite direction.

But his illustrious leader keeps mumbling something about “tremors rules” and it makes absolutely no sense to him, but when has that ever mattered.

“Throw one of your own trinkets,” he says. She’s even worse than him about grabbing whatever isn’t nailed down.

“That all got washed off.”

Ah. Right. That. The little, inconsequential thing he might have had a hand in.

Gods. Her and her theories. He knows she’s got at least one, phallus-shaped trinket she could sacrifice. But it’s too much fun to tease her about it, and honestly, it’d be a shame to lose such a quality item.

Of all the things in all the planes, this weirdo beside him took her phallus when she was kidnapped. It’s hysterical.

So he sighs and reaches into his pack. Rummages around until he finds something cool and smooth. One of his empty blood jars—they’re all empty at the moment. He hands it over.

And she leaves him holding it. In silence. Is she judging him? Because it feels like she’s judging him.

“Ahem,” he says and jiggles it.

“Huh,” she says. Articulately. And finally takes it from him. “You have gotta take better care of your stuff.”

The beastie shifts down there. He can imagine it eyeballing them.

“Really?” he says. “You’d like to discuss sanitation right now?”

“I’m just saying. Between this and that bed plank…”

“The one you’ve been sleeping on with no complaint so far? Having ousted me? You’ll have to forgive me, darling, for wondering what your point is.”

He’s…aware all the others sleep on bedrolls. He knows they exist, and that they’ve run into plenty more. He could have plucked one up for himself. But sleeping in comfort was for that bastard’s favorite. Or for when Astarion was put to work. He complains about the lack of a feather bed because it’s expected for the image he’s built for himself: the decadent hedonist. And in truth, he thinks it might very well be nice to rest in one fully clothed for a whole night.

But camping in the wilds with other monsters and an illithid parasite, with the lingering fear of being hunted. No. That’s a luxury he hasn’t been able to afford.

She’ll be wondering about that, however. Even if she never complained, he knows she must have questions. And…he…he almost wants to tell her? For some boggling reason. So he hedges, reveals only part of it. “I don’t like bedrolls. They’re, ah, too soft. The dormitory beds were little better than wood anyway, and those were a luxury compared to the kennel floors.”

“Kennels?” she says, with a strange tone.

“Oh yes. Whenever any of us earned punishment, Cazador sent us to the kennels for correction.”

She silent for a long, long time. During which her heartbeat spikes almost louder than he’s ever heard it. It’s a pathetic excuse, he knows. He shouldn’t have told her. It’s not worth her fragile, mortal back pain to tolerate his sleeping arrangement just because it sends his reverie to places he’d rather not go.

Then she says, “Your plan for that fuckface. Do they include ripping off his head to shit down the back of his neck.”

“…no?” he says. But it sounds incredibly delightful. And vulgar. Maybe once he’s pulled that bastard’s intestines out and draped them around his neck like a festive garland?

“Right. I, uh. Sorry. For snarking at you.”

Again with apologies. It does strange things to him. Things he can’t trust and doesn’t like.

“We,” he says. Trails off. Has to clear his throat for some reason. “You could, ah, lay a bedroll down for yourself. If you wanted.”

There. A compromise. Prevent her frail back from splintering to pieces since they’ll have to keep sharing until they find a bloody waypoint stone.

Then, very softly (and not just in volume, as they’ve been whispering the entire time) she says, “If you’re okay with that.”

And everything in him is unsettled, so he reaches into what he knows, splays a hand over his chest, and says, “Well, I was born for decadence, darling. We’ll just have to make do until then.”

He’s beginning to feel strangely…exposed on the inside. As if he sits in that blood-soaked clearing, in flickering torchlight, with an oozing hole in his chest large enough she can see straight into his lungs.

He needs to paper over that hole with his usual charm, in hope she’ll stop looking into him.

She hums. Then, in an atrocious mimicry of his accent, says, “As m’lord requests.”

He ought to bite her for that level of cheek. But they’re rather stranded and low on medical supplies, and if one of them stumbles and falls off, they’ll be eaten by some huge, armored monster.

So he lifts his eyebrows and drops his lids in the way that almost never fails to bring the first soft brushing of a blush to some tipsy tavern-hopper. “You know, my dear, I could grow very used to the sound of that.”

Without the accent, preferably.

But she continues to drive a wedge between herself and most of his marks (the successful ones, anyway) and instead of leaning in or sliding her fingers across his own, she only snorts and says, “Yeah yeah, y’big dork.”

Which doesn’t translate as anything, but the shape of that word sounds ridiculous and she’s certainly mocking him. Only, once again, her tone carries a smile, and not a trace of coldness or cruelty or disgust.

Something shifts below them. The beastie stirs. And it must be visible enough for his leader to catch, because her fingers start drumming on her thigh.

“What’s the plan, darling?” He’s close enough the warmth of her skin almost soaks into his cold cheek.

But she doesn’t shiver or shy. She’d focused on a murder, which means she notices little else, despite her earlier flinching away. He tilts his head to try and better hear what’s behind them. Someone needs to watch her back. Or listen, anyway.

“So,” she says. Pauses as she does, while her fingers slow to a rhythmic ta-tap-ta, ta-tap-ta. “So I’m thinking we chuck that blood jar as far as possible to the left.”

“We?”

“I’ll get to that. We throw it—”

“Why can’t you throw it, darling? On account of having functional eyes.”

She takes a breath in through her nose. Which she does when she’s annoyed and trying not to show it. He’s fairly certain she thinks she’s being subtle when she does it.

“Astarion. You’re an archer. Your biceps is bigger than mine.”

It’s not the time. He knows that. And yet…?

“You think I’m big?”

It’s hard to describe the sound she makes. It’s rather like an artificer automaton plowing into a shrub, all of it somehow emerging from low in her throat.

“Would you just—”

He’s already standing and slipping in front of her (finding the ledge with his booted toes). “Go on and aim me, then.”

In between all the mortal peril, he’s gotten somewhat used to her bare palm on his. She’d had no qualms about grabbing it an hour ago. But the monster hides below, and she’s back to plucking gingerly at his armor. He nearly says something about it, but in a rare burst of generosity (she’s been through a lot) he lets her turn him in the direction she means him to throw without making any kind of comment.

She hands him the emptied blood jar. “Think you can toss that a hundred feet out?”

He can do a lot better than that. And then another, even rarer flash of planning comes to him, and he finds himself saying, “And after that?”

“If it goes after that, you throw the grenade. Um. In the same spot?”

Even she seems to realize how challenging that’s going to be. Tossing a jar into the distance is nothing. But hitting the same spot again? Blinded? He can’t help it. “Bit of a long shot, darling, even for me.”

He’s certain she’s staring at him. Then she sighs. Doesn’t roll her eyes (well, she probably did) or call him an idiot or order one of his siblings to slap him.

Just says, “Mmm. I…might have an idea for that?”

And oh, does she sound ever so tentative.

“We can, y’know, share thoughts and all with the brainworms, huh? And I saw bits of where the others were that one time. So…?”

Oh dear. She’s actually suggesting what he thinks she is. She’s going to let him into her head.

It’s a double-edge blade, he knows. An opened door with an open invitation can let anyone or anything through. Both ways. And he’d felt her horror when he slipped into her mind that night. When she panics, she curls herself into a tight, impenetrable ball to their shared illithid connection. To say she’s wary would be one of Astarion’s greatest understatements, and he has many.

She’s suggesting she lower her defenses (and his). Maker herself (and him) weak.

“Are you certain?” he says. While he collects the weaknesses of others—it never hurts to have too many weapons in one’s arsenal—he’s aware of a certain…similarity (how disgusting) between them in that respect.

“I mean,” she says. “I got enough water for another day, maybe. What’re the odds of the others finding us within three days of that?”

So she’ll be letting him in, then.

There’s a joke, there. Inviting in a vampire and all. But her voice is tense enough he keeps his tongue behind his teeth and only says, “If you’re sure, darling.”

“This’s probably gonna be fast. Got no idea if it’ll even work. But I’m thinking we pull a Kevin Bacon on it—you chuck that jar, see if it goes after, and then light and toss that bomb right on top if it does. How long do them things burn?”

The wick is short. “Not long.”

“Mmm. So the second it swallows that shit, we book it for the crevasse.”

“And if it chases?”

“Run faster?”

“And if it catches up?”

A pause.

He swears.

“It wouldn’t cross to this mushroom we’re on and that was something I could hop. If we can reach that crack, I think we’ll be good.”

Astarion sighs. “Well, I suppose that’s better than sitting here and drinking from your corpse.”

Even though he could, technically, survive well until the others found him. Whether or not they’d put much effort into it—especially after he sits and watches their glorious leader die—is up for debate.

And…the thought of sitting in the dark silence again is wretched. Especially the thought of listening to his only companion’s heart race, weaken, and then stop.

Dead blood is disgusting.

(he doesn’t want to listen to her die)

Astarion rolls his shoulders. Flexes his fingers. Readjusts his grip on the bottle. Then, “Whenever you’re ready, dearest.”

She takes a few breaths, this time. Rustles quietly. Mutters so softly he only picks out bits of words. Then the brush of her mind against his own.

He leans into it.

It’s rather how he imagines swimming (having no actual memory of the deed). A sort of weightlessness and jostling about. Two people trapped in a very small pool trying not to slosh each other too much.

It’d be easier if they’d just grab each other (we are one, the tadpoles yearn; become Us, become Whole). But the both of them can only pluck at the others’ clothing in an attempt too steady themselves.

Until Astarion loses his patience and finally reaches for her.

Outrage. Fear. Teeth, teeth BITE IT.

Yet his leader manages to reign in her more feral instincts. Begrudgingly lets him ease into her until their outlines blur—

Astarion blinks. It takes a moment to make sense of anything. A new body, a new sense.

He’s…seeing, in a fashion. Shapes and colors. Blue and black. So much black. They’re shadows, he realizes. The dark of the Underdark.

He blinks again, only it’s her blinking and turns his head—

Their bodies revolt. Not one, but two and that’s wrong, it’s not how it’s meant to be, they are a Whole. The moving throws off that synchronicity.

“Jesus fuck!” they say and their stomachs give a queasy flop.

But they need to see around them, so they try again, and they’re angry about it; so, so scared about it. But they got to. It’s a necessity. There’s a birdshark (a what?) waiting to bight off their feet and leave ragged, spurting stumps at the ankle.

“You are a morbid thing.”

“Fuck off.”

More gloom. Details lost. A darker slash to the right (think it’s a crevasse; lord jesus please be a crevasse).

“Darling, your eyesight is shit.”

“Just fucking throw it!”

To the left, then. A dark gap between two, soaring mushroom stalks. They’re rather beautiful, like this. Shining softly in the dark.

They lift an arm, the glass cool in their grip (it’s crusty inside?) (of course, that’s what blood does, darling). It still smells faintly of said blood (that clawing, biting hunger that never goes away) (a spike of something disgustingly soft and they both shove that down in mortification).

Take aim. Feel their own doubleness. Test their arm a few times. The disorientation settles faster each time as they adjust. Cock their arm.

Throw.

The bottle goes spinning off. They already hold the grenade in one of their hands, which they pass to themselves. Eyes move when the other commands to look down. The gap between the mushrooms and the boulder. Track down to the ground below. Along the route they’ll need to run—

Movement.

A surge in the dirt. That low thrumming noise—

“Holy fuck you hear everything—”

Of course they do. Poor, deaf thing she is.

The birdshark surges towards the clank of the jar. Fuse. How short? When?

They gauge the distance. Peer with eyes that fail far too quickly. They have to blink several times. Look around the churning dirt because their sight is atrocious.

“I got perfect twenty-twenty vision you ass.”

Now. Now.

“Ignis!”

The wondrous magic leaps to them. A cat after a string of yarn. An opened valve. Rushes to them and fills them and surges along their arm to ignite a ball of flame in their palm and it really is magic, fuck me.

They light the fuse. The birdshark closes in on the decoy.

“Throw it!”

So they do.

And then there’s no time to untangle themselves because they need to run and they didn’t think this part through, didn’t know they’d be so enmeshed (it’s terrifying) (it’s glorious) (oh god).

They have to run.

Their feet move. All of them. Two pairs and two bodies of a whole running, sprinting, stumbling. They reach out to steady themselves, the cavern rumbling as the birdshark plows on.

As the birdshark stops. It’s tremors rules. It’s gotta hear their pounding footsteps oh sweet hells fuck.

The bomb goes off.

Slaps them stupid. One of them falls, hands cradling ears that hurt and hurt. Claws at them, even. Have to get up, have to go, go!

Scrambling and kicking. The birdshark is quiet. They must have blown it to pieces! It never works in the movies, fucking run.

What’s a movie…? Oh. A wonder. They want more, want to delve in and view the memory of them all—

Get your fucking ass up and moving!

They close the distance to the crevasse. But they��re already flagging. A body unused to this: impact lancing up shins, air clawing at their throat and a cramp stabbing them in the side and they can’t, they can’t go any more. You have to, darling. Up! Get up!

Then. Oh then.

A hissing and rumbling anew. Not towards their distraction, but towards them. It’s failed (told you!) The bomb failed (fucking horror movie rules you fucker) and now it’s coming for them and it’s real fucking pissed.

That puts a pep right back into their step. They’re closing. Even as their body screams. As their feet drag and their lungs burn and they force themselves on. They run. They run for their lives.

Closer. Closer.

They can feel the birdshark now. The ground shivers right on their heels. Right beneath their feet. It’s going to come up right between their legs and chomp off their bullocks—

The ground ends. Drops off in a sheer cut.

They leap.

One lands badly. Feet slide out and their battered and abused left knee twists and pops and gives out. They barely manage to catch themselves on bare palms that rip open on hard stone.

The other doesn’t land. They hit. Fold over a ledge of stone that knocks the air out of them and knocks their thoughts with it. They hit so hard they become two for a moment. His leader scrabbling for a handhold as her feet kick in the terrifying nothingness of the crevasse.

She’s going to fall. Be swept away because he cut that rope and let her.

Shock. Horror. She can still hear him. She can see that memory, the knife sawing through that straining rope and the way he knew it was damning her and he did it without a thought. They stare at each other through her eyes.

Something flashes orange to his left. Some fungus. It throbs once. Twice. Swells up shockingly fast. Oh. That’s probably bad.

“Ast—” she starts and their fear is a shared thing, a rampaging beast thrashing in both their minds.

The mushroom explodes.

He sees it. The flash. And barely registers that before the blast swats him. His leader yelps and her legs flail. She’s going to slip, going to fall and it’ll smash her leg bones up through her pelvis and shish kabob (what?) right through her bowels and into her liver.

But it’s him who feels the ground fall away. Who tumbles, is blasted right off their little ledge.

He falls.

And he falls.

Everything in him goes rather numb. Goes still and silent. But something else rages up inside him and it takes him the span of a thought to realize it’s her, his illustrious leader: her panic. Her terror.

Not because he’s leaving her to die again (as she feared he’d do, oh, he’s really failed hasn’t he). It’s not for her. She’s horrified…for him. His safety. His unshattered (for the next few moments) body.

She’s afraid for him. Despairing, because she cannot reach him, cannot stop this, can only watch him fall.

“Astarion!” she screams.

It’s honest. It’s genuine. No guile or secondary motivation. She reaches out through her tadpole as if to hold him, shield him somehow simply because…because she wants him to not be—

He hits.

#what shall we become #these two shitheads #astarion #tavstarion #astarion x eleanor #man is NOT having a good time #slow burn #lost in a cave

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tallsc · 1 year ago

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AvM Ep 33 Commentary

Gonna do a little bit of commentary and whatever important points I notice while watching through the episode, all below the cut so AVM EP 33 SPOILERS BELOW.

I actually love getting to see what more blocks do, not just the command block + lucky block cause a lot of these seem to have different effects and that's awesome. The chaos of this episode is absolutely gonna be Red's fault isn't it though, I see you sneaking off there.

Guys. Guys Yellow canonically sleeps. At some point they have managed to sleep. This is a miracle.

Red just flung the command block away to some random place is this gonna be important later? Also the creeper bee keeps showing up so that feels also important probably

Red just broke a universe oh n o and kidnapped the sentient-looking lucky orb thing

Wait they changed the layout of their house??? Why does Red sleep in the same room as Green???? Does Blue not sleep on the floor anymore??????? NOOO BLUE DOESN'T SLEEP ON THE FLOOR NOOOOOO

Also 1 I love how the orb block creature is animated and 2 they look kinda scared from my perspective, which makes sense if so cause they just got dragged to a new universe and there's this stick thing (which looks a lot like the kind of creature that kidnapped them last time) trying to get them again.

Orange is fighting much more defensively than usual, first three moves I see from them is to block an attack on Green, catch Red (justice for Arcade Games) and take out another shield.

Everyone's gotten very good at this though, I love seeing them employ their skills cause they've all gotten a lot stronger as time goes on. Blue with the potion, Yellow with even just the normal command block, ect

Oh no they've all been eaten IS THE BEE OKAY THO WAIT NO THE BEE'S BEEN TAKEN NOOO the bee's kinda okay though

Oh and you've taught the shiny chaos orb who doesn't seem to like you guys at all how to make block staffs that surely can only go well, I love the effect on the lucky block environment though it's so cool.

Red. Red did you learn that from Green. Using a pick to break lines of blocks coming at you so you can get closer to an enemy. Green used that on you Red. That feels very familiar.

Green that doesn't seem the most useful block to GREEN YOU JUST KILLED PEOPLE WITH MUSIC. THAT'S TERRIFYING. CAN YOU JUST SING SOMEONE TO DEATH???? LIKE WOULD THAT WORK UNDER YOUR OWN POWER IF YOU WERE GOOD ENOUGH AT IT??????

Blue the most acrobatic just pogo-ing their way to victory, also the slightly 3d shot of Red's sword in a standstill is interesting.

Please creeper bee don't explode by the end of this you're so sweet you make the ghast happy you make Red happy you make me happy you make everyone happy oh there you go into the hive

Red silly also Red's got two now, hoping they don't get to bring these home cause these seem overpowered if everyone's got them all the time

HA RED AIN'T POSSESSED BY HEROBRINE THIS TIME HEROBRINE'S CONTROLLED BY RED

Idk I'm probably gonna have to watch this fight a couple times I'm just enjoying the show rn, a lot of different fighting styles coming into play, a lot of interesting stuff you can put in the staff, a boat fighting people, tis fun.

How nice they put all the blocks back and surely the shiny chaos orb won't do anything wrong and is definitely not going to kill everyone with their newfound power

Just love the fighting styles used in this, Yellow and Red teaming up, Red helping Orange out, Green thinking with portals and grappling hook adjacent, Blue doing acrobatic flying, Red and Orange are embracing the powers of Herobrine and the Warden respectively, it's all great

Bedrock cages are kinda rude though smh SOMEONE GET THE BEE THE BEE SHALL SAVE US ALLLLLL MAYBE THE CHAOS ORB LIKES THE CHAOS HYBRID BEE

Wait they actually did get the bee I wrote that before Red did anything NOOOO THE BEE NOOOOOOOO THE BEE'S NOBLE SACRIFICE o7 you were my new favorite character gone but not forgotten

Yellow just looked so annoyed while waiting for their bedrock to break

THEY MADE A MEMORIAL TOO THANK YOU o7 bee I must draw fanart of them soon

On one hand f a i r but on the other you never got after Blue or Yellow that much for causing trouble, give Red a break they did save you all at least

Anyway ye there's my thoughts on the initial episode and most things I noticed off the bat, now time to see what other people think

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #reaction #avm ep 33 spoilers

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the-last-f2p · 1 year ago

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Yandere promts day 12

12: “Go get the chains. you brought this upon yourself, not me”

Featuring: Furina/Focalors

TW: Implied kidnapping, Furina is kind of a sadist, humilation?

Furina really tried to uphold her status as the Archon of Justice and be her fairest self possible (though she failed most times). Furina holding make-shift trials for you whenever you so much as said anything she considered rude that day. At least she gave you two chances to beg for mercy!

Honestly, when this idea first came to her she originally wanted to hold these trials at the Opera Epiclise, though that was shot down when she tried to bring it up with Neuvillette. She swore she saw the blue part of his hair turn the slightest bit grey that day.

And that is the origin of the small courtroom in Furina's living quarters, which is of course being used at this very moment.

"Y/N L/N, you are being charged with accounts of escaping and causing damage to the Palais Mermonia; how do you plead?" Furina asked you while sitting on a particularly high chair as she kicked her feet back and forth. You couldn't tell if it was out of boredom or excitement but you really didn't think whatever she was doing was amusing.

That's just one of the many ways you contrast Furina.

Images of what had happened earlier this day started to flash through your mind at the speed of light, waiting for Furina to go attend to some quote-un-quote 'boring Hydro Archon stuff'. Breaking a window and trying to work up the courage to jump from the highest drop you've ever seen. And of course, your least favorite part, Furina catching you for the sole reason that she left her gloves at home. Today was NOT a good day.

"Furina I'm sorry I didn't-" You start but Furina cuts you off.

"Sorry won't cut it. I had to skip another trial for this so you make it worth it." Furina smiles for a second and seems to have a light bulb moment "How about this? If you give me three good reasons to not lock you in my room again I won't.~" She flashes a playful grin, yes this was her idea but it was so funny to her! She just had to make it a little bit more dramatic as well.

"Well-" This is the second time she's cut you off does Furina really want to be 'fair' with you?

"And I'll count to five, only to make it less drab." And what's drama without stakes? She has to add some stakes as well! All your thoughts that were going through your head were:

Is she messing with me on purpose? (The answer is a very clear yes by the way.)

"You see, it's been a long time since I was able to go out, and I just thought if I just went out for a couple of hours while you were out." You start explaining of course, you weren't planning on coming back but Furina wouldn't know she's the God of Justice not wisdom!

"Lying in a courtroom, low blow. ~ Oh and you're at three seconds!~" Dammit. Furina saw right through you.

"And...I Furina.. Please.."

"Times up..~ Well Y/N L/N, as you have given me one reason I've decided to let you out but.." The playful grin on Furina's face turns slightly sadistic as she continues "Go get the chains. You brought this on yourself, not me. I think it's about time we went on a date correct?"

"Yes.. Lady Furina."

Today was one of Teyvat's greatest days ever. Seeing you desperately trying to hide the chain that was around your wrist was very amusing shall we say?

Maybe she should encourage you to escape so she can do this more often?

#i had an idea so I tried to do it lol #yandere #tw yandere #yande.re #yandere promts #genshin impact #genshin #yandere furina #yandere focalors #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact

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mythcanvas · 1 year ago

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may we know a little more about your tadc suitcase au? please?

OOOOOH my first ever Suitcase AU ask! And whaddya know, I have just the info you need, good gent! I have a loooot of ideas on how to introduce more about TACS/Suitcase AU... But for now! I will tell you what the AU is about through Pomni's POV! Sit back and grab a snack cuz you're in for a ride down here!

She woke up in a dizzy state, lying on the ground. Slowly getting up, she looked around, realizing she's not in her office. "Huh...? W-What is..." As her eyes adjusted, she took in her surrounding. Rows of seats surrounds her, the ground has an earthy feel to it, and the walls are colored red and yellow stripes. The trails of stripes lead upwards, and she realized she was in a tent. A circus tent to be precise.

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, "What's going on? Did I get kidnapped? That couldn't be possible!" Panic started to bubble in her. "Why can I speak English?! What is- How- Wha-" She desperately tried to find the tent's opening, hoping she could wake up from... whatever state she was in. "This is probably a dream, isn't it? Y-Yeah, that could be it! I must be so tired after working that I passed out! Yeah, ahaha... haha... ha..."

Her smile slowly dropped when she realized there's no exit at all. It somehow closed off as locking her inside. An unfamiliar dread feeling crawled on her skin. "...Why do I feel like I didn't passed out, though. Ugh... Come on, think, think-"

"A tent... in a... suitcase...? And... what is this faint voice..." "It is a matter of WHO, my dear!" "BAH-!"

She jolted as a man's voice made her shocked that she stumbled to the ground. "Sweet mother of tea! I'm terribly sorry!" The man rushed to her side, lending his hand to her. "Here, hold my hand! You took quite the tumble there..."

As she looked up to this man... It was no man at all! Well, he does have a body, but his supposed head are teeth and a pair of eyes floating inside of it?! "M... M... Muh.. M-M-M-M-M-MONSTE-"

"Tut tut tut tut tut!" The "man" put his finger on her lips, "No screaming in the circus! You'll wake up the others."

"...O-Others? Who are "others"?" She backed away a little from him. Her panic starting to creep on her again. "Who are you- No, WHAT are you? Why am I here? Is this a dream?! AM I IN HE-" A finger shut her lips. "I said NO SCREAMING, my dear." The man sighed, rubbing his teeth- well, at least it looked like it. "Do you really not remember why you're here, Pomni?" She was about to answer when she realized, "Why did you say remember two times...?" "Oh? Oh, no! Pomni's your name!" "Huh...?" The man pointed at her silently. "M-Me? But my name is... Is... It's... Huh? Why can't I remember my name?!" "Even your own name? Goodness gracious, I didn't think it would happen this terribly..."

"What do you mean by that." "A-Ah! Let's not talk about that at this moment, shall we-" "WAIT!" She looked at herself and only realized by now that she's not wearing her work clothes. "Why am I dressed like this? Why am I wearing gloves? Why am I not wearing pants?! Why do I have big feet?!" "Technically the shoes are-" "Why am I wearing this weird hat?!" "POMNI!"

His sudden burst stunned her, causing to hold up her arms around her face reflexively. The man sighed. "Ah- Sorry, sorry. It's just that..." The man sighed again, grabbing his hat to his chest, "Pomni, you're here for a reason. And that is to start anew. I gave you an opportunity to have a second chance at living." "S-Second chance...?" She asked, and it hit her, "Wait, you don't mean..." "I know it's confusing. Very scary, even. But! I'm here to help you." He lend his hand once again. "I assure you that you're in good hands. With me, Bubbles, and the others on your side, we will show you that living in this circus is as jolly as ever! You'll probably get along well with all of them... Except that rabbit." "If you need help settling things, you can call me or Kinger! It's not Ringmaster Caine if I don't make your stay merry and fun!" He said clacking his teeth. Was that supposed to be a wink...? Pomni sit there for a moment, taking it all in. This "dream" she was in felt real. She was torn between staying or leaving, if she even can leave. He said he gave her a second chance... It oddly felt nice that someone would even do that for her, but she felt suspicious. Does this weird looking teeth man really mean it or does he have an ulterior motive...? After much thought, she deeply sighed and held his hand. "I don't have any memories of my past life except I had a shitty workplace. Everyday felt so mediocre. But now..." "With no memories of my name, what my life really was back then, and what my uh... body was like, I've somehow been given a chance, huh..." "That's right!" The man nodded.

"...Will I be able to remember again?" She sternly asked the man, who he called himself Caine, with a slightly desperate hopeful look. "Of course! But it won't be easy, I tell you..." Caine said, "Just... take things slow at first, my dear. I don't want to get you out of shape so early. Oh, and I'll also do my best ot answer any other questions that you may have." Huh. That was... very nice of him. "I... believe you." She nodded. "For now..." "Splendid!" With no warning, Caine flew up in joy. He snapped his fingers, and a brightly colored suitcase manifested in front of her. "Now, I've packed everything you need in that suitcase, including SPECIAL ITEMS made SPECIALLY for you to ease your work here!" She froze on the spot. "...Did you say work?" "Of course! I mean, you're in my circus after all! Lazing around is not allowed unless it's break time, my dear! You are the circus' new addition, the jester!" "..."

"....." ".................." "Oh, fucking KILL ME-"

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AHAHAHAHA I COULDN'T RESIST TELLING YALL IN A SHORT STORY. MY ENGLISH AND WRITING IS NOT THE BEST BUT I HOPE YALL UNDERSTAND IT EEEEEEEEE

#author's asks #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc au #circus suitcase au #tadc pomni #tadc caine #theyre not in a relationship in this but #tadc showtime #caine x pomni #JUST IN CASE HEHEHE

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ha1taniwh0re · 2 years ago

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She doesn't like a captain

Requested by: @blueberrycoffee19

I was on my adventure to go save Jack from Davy Jones's Locker. Sao Feng gave Barbossa a ship and a crew so we can go and save Jack, here are we going to the end of the World. I was standing with Barbossa talking when my younger sister Elizabeth came to us.

"Stay! Away! From! Her!"

Barbossa looked at her with questionable face and I looked at her shocked.

"Elizabeth what is wrong with you?"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! HE IS A PIRATE!! YOU CAN'T DATE HIM!!"

Barbossa looked at ne now shocked. He didn't knew that I have a feelings for him. I started to panic.

"ELIZABETH!!! First!! Will is pirate as well!!! Second!!! You can't say who I can or can't date!!!"

Whit that I saw Barbossa getting into captain's cabin or should I say his cabin. I looked at him while he was getting away and started feeling angry.

"THANKS ELIZABETH HE DIDN'T KNOW THAT I LOVE HIM!!! NOW I LOST FRIEND TOO!!"

"FRIEND?! LET ME HELP YOU TO REMEMBER BUT HE KIDNAPPED ME!!!"

"BECAUSE YOU LIED THAT YOU ARE TURNER'S KID!!!"

"(name) HE IS BAD MAN, HE ISN'T HONEST, HE WILL JUST USE YOU!!!"

Those words hurted like hell. Maybe she was right but maybe she wasn't.

"Wow Elizabeth.... You decided that you can tell me that I can't be with pirate but you can??"

She looked at me a little bit sad and I just walked away from her. I was sitting and watching stars when Pintel and Ragetti came to me.

"Hey (name), captain wants to see you"

Oh no... I thanked them and went to Barbossa's cabin when I came in he was nowhere to be found. I looked at room to see if he is somewhere else but I didn't see him.

"Captain?? You wanted to see me??"

And after that I felt another body pressed on mine from behind. He took my waist and could feel his breath on my neck.

"Captain..." I moaned.

He pulled my waist closer to his and could feel his member starting to be hard.

"So you have a crush on your captain (name)??" He asked while kissing my neck

I couldn't answer because I was enjoying in this moment. He slapped my ass and grabbed it, and I moaned.

"Answer your captain young lass"

"Yes... I have a crush on my captain"

He rolled me to see his face.

"And what shall I do to you for that??"

"You can do whatever you want captain, Im all yours"

He started walking towards bed and sat there looking at me.

"Strip for me lass"

And I did what he said. I took off my corset and white dress along with my boots. He looked at me like he saw a goddess. He put his hand on his lap and I knew already what to do. I sat on his lap trying not to sit on his member but he pulled me to sit on it.

"Don't run from him, you can't run from him now"

I looked at him and put my hand on his cheek.

"Can I kiss you captain?"

He smiled at me and kissed me. He took my waist into his hands and started to move me up and down, I moaned into his lips and Im sure he liked that. To be honest I started to feel so close and Barbossa could see it, he let go of my waist and let me do this how I want. Hw as laying on his hand looking and smiling at me. I started to go faster and after a few minutes I came in his lap.

"I hope you know thatwe are not done here, m'lady"

He said and slapped my ass a little. He rolled us so i was laying on bed and he was on top of me.

"Don't you think it's unfair that Im naked and you are full clothed??" I asked.

He stood up from bed and I looked confused, did I said something wrong?

"Than undress me lass" he said and smiled.

I stood up and took his clothes off. He pushed me on bed again and entered me, the pain was huge and he saw me crying.

"Have you ever had sex (name)??"

"No...."

He looked shocked a little and than he waited for me to give him signal that he can move. I started to move and than he started also to move in and out. As the time was passing he started to go faster and faster and after some time we both came. He pulled out and went to get some water he gave me to drink it first but than he spilt it on his hand and cleaned blood from my thighs. I stood up and took his shirt and dressed myself in it and got back to bed. He smiled and got back to bed too.

"Did you just use me?"

He looked at me shocked and stood up a little to see my face.

"Who told you that??"

"Elizabeth..."

"I know that I don't have great backstory with yo sister m'love but I would never use a lass if she isn't a Tortuga whore"

I smiled at him and we kissed. We were cuddling and talking a little more but than we both fall asleep. In the morning when I woke up I saw that Barbossa wasn't in bed so i dressed myself and found him talking with Elizabeth. I went a little bit more closer so I can hear them.

"I know I didn't have a good start with you Miss Swann but I would never use your sister for my pleasure. I know it sounds weard to you to hear this from pirate but I need you to trust me in this that I love your sister".

Elizabeth looked at him, trying to see if he is lying bht she saw he was telling the truth.

"Just don't break her heart she is good person"

"I can promise you that"

They smiled at each other, and I came out from my spot.

"Wow you two maybe will get a good second start"

Elizabeth looked at me and laughed.

"We are good just because of you, I still hate him for kidnapping"

"You shouldn't lie miss Turner" he said and laughed.

I hugged my now boyfriend and Elizabeth left us alone.

"I love you captain"

"hmm don't call me that outside of my cabin or I will fuck you Infront of everyone" he said and smiled.

I laughed and kissed him.

"I love you too (name) Swann"

#pirates of the caribbean x reader #pirates of the caribbean barbossa #pirates of the caribbean #potc x reader #potc fandom #potc fic #potc 3 #potc #captain hector barbossa #hector barbossa #hector barbossa x reader #captain barbossa #at the world's end #pirates of the Caribbean at the world's end

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solivagantingrebel · 10 months ago

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This wip game is the hardest decision of my life. So I shall pick,,,whichever one you’re most excited to share!! <3

I'm indecisive too 😭

I'll do more than one, how about that? Excuse: because I can and rambling about fics to you in my favorite pastime <33

All of the ideas occupy a decent amount of brainspace but I've been inclined to think a lil about the Mafia AU!Swap just because isekai tropes are very fun imo.

OKAY, okay hear me out, Canonverse!Ghost being in a situationship with Soap before he gets dropped into the Mafia verse - the first chapter will probably be a bit dramatic, confusing, hey Ghost is tied up and captive again in what suspiciously feels like Mexico, war flashbacks to Roba but who ends up coming out of the door and facing him is a very fancily dressed John Mactavish with clothes a bit too tight for comfort and the smile oh-so-familiar and it's starting to feel less like a kidnapping and more like a scene Johnny is setting (it's working too - god it's working when he looks that good). But he - Soap - almost looks annoyed when he's called Johnny and he goes on this monologue talking about how he wiped out an entire Mafia front (some random name that Ghost can't connect) and it almost seems like he's gloating about doing that + tying Ghost down and damn, Johnny could've just asked if he was into this but he'd have to admit, taking him down and tying up was pretty impressive and as the whole gloating session it's getting clear that Ghost doesn't care what he's saying, he's just enamored and looking at Soap with hearts in his eyes.

Then, Johnny gets tired of him and it's increasingly clear that maybe, maybe it's not the Soap he knows but he's not left to think much about it because he passes out and the next time he's awake he's in a strange compound with comms in his ear and a bunch of knives in front of him and Johnny's talking about how he needs to kill all the mafia in proximity to survive and he's almost implying that everyone in the area wants Ghost dead. Turns out though, Ghost is really, really good with his knives and he manages with minimum injuries, much to unfamiliar Johnny's surprise.

And that's how Ghost ends up being a bodyguard / hitman for Soap temporarily as he figures out where and what happened, while Soap is constantly trying to test & humiliate him by throwing him in situations only a highly trained soldier can get out of (tough luck soap!! it's because Ghost was a prominent figure in the rival family) and the whole tone of the fic is a bit,,, violent but also? kind of romantic comedy? Because Soap thought he was taking a rival family's prodigy from them but Ghost's is farrrr too happy to be around him and he's cheeky and flirtatious on occasions and it's getting increasingly harder to deny that Ghost is starting to become one of the few people who actually, fully cares about Soap. Enemies to lovers but make it mutual pining ensues! The Serial Killer AU is probably the one that's bare bones but it's a funny lil fic in my brain. It probably happens in a small town somewhere, I haven't decided where but the gist is, Soap's an outlier and kind of an outcast in the society, the people his age are kind of jerks to him and he's never felt comfortable in the town either - probably has plans to move out soon for university or military or something. Because he's an outcast though, he has always been kinder to folks that are neglected, ignored or outcasts like him, and one of them just happens to be Ghost.

In my head, there's this scene where there's a bonfire party with the people who are known to be. more than privileged assholes, especially towards people like him. Soap goes to the party because it's probably a day or two before he leaves the town for good and he's just. there to get whatever he can (food and drinks) before he leaves, he sees Ghost again! Scanning the area with intensity that makes him a bit uneasy but he's still polite, kind and casual with him, and he sees something shift in Ghost's eyes but he doesn't think much of it. Cue later in the night and there's a huge commotion and people are running around saying there's a murder on the loose and he also runs away because of course, he stumbles into a cabin in the woods that he takes shelter in and subsequently falls asleep on the bed.

He later wakes up to a man wearing a mask with 'blood' splattered all over him and he couldn't help but honest to god, laugh. Because of course, right on the night before he's going to get out of the town for good, [OC that was horrible to him his whole life] would prepare something straight out of a movie to scare him. He ends up talking to the 'masked killer' about it and how he should drop the ruse because it's not worth it - and then gets an idea because damn, the man under the mask looks so?? built?? and if [OC] thought a mask could freak him, he had another thing coming because Soap is into it. Has always liked slasher flicks and the masked killers there. Soooo, he ends up sweet talking the killer and seducing him, making it turn into the best night of his life thus far.

Ghost - had already planned to spare Soap from the start, the only one in his eyes that deserved to survive, what he wasn't expecting was the boy to be in his cabin and seduce him and essentially make him fall in love with him that night. The next morning though, he's gone but Ghost vows to find him again. Now, he had a massacre he needed to frame someone else for.

Cue graduated / older Soap who runs into Ghost in the city he's living in and runs into Ghost and they have a night out. Turns out, there actually was a killer that night but Soap had a morning flight to take so he didn't know what happened later on. and he knew it wasn't the poor, masked boy who was forced to scare him because it ended up being the [OC] who was deemed the culprit - who also took his life that night. Well, he didn't have to linger on such macabre, tragic events when Ghost was staring at him with those handsome eyes, did he? I'll be soooo real, I'm the most excited for the last chapter of the Christmas WIP but it's going to be coming out soon so! Maybe it can wait a lil bit, here's something for that also - thank you so much for inspiring the Ghostsoap dancing idea, it was a blast to write! (im so sorry if there's typos and mistakes here)

This was dangerous. But I couldn’t help myself. I placed my free hand above his waist, palm slowly stretching over the meat of his stomach before I curled my fingers around him. The permission to touch buzzed with a strange sort of anticipation I hadn’t felt before; I could, if I wanted to, when I tried to imagine giving in to the impulses I had of pulling Simon in and kissing him senseless, I had a feeling he would’ve let me. I traced the soft lines of his stomach through the layers of his clothes, the haze reaching from the warmth of his skin to his scent clouding in my head. “Johnny.” His voice was soft, delicate against my skin, and it was then I realised he was dipping his head close, lips next to my ear; short, punched out breaths travelling down the length of my neck while goosebumps pricked over my arms. I moved before his closeness wiped every thought clean from my brain, intertwining my fingers through the hand that I still held. The music curled in a delicate, growing rhythm around us. “Dance with me.” That wasn’t what I meant to say but he managed it seamlessly, in perfect tempo, and when I guided him towards the middle of the room step by step, he followed more ardently than my shadow. With his breath on my neck, my grip on his waist, the tune of the instruments dragged like an anchor through time, slowing everything down until the sway of his body against mine was the only thing that mattered. We weren’t exactly following the beat or the dance steps like my mam taught me — which wasn’t possible in my current physical condition anyway — but Simon didn’t complain and I didn’t want to stop.

#ghostsoap #ghoap #talking about my wips #wips ask game #i adore you i hope you don't mind me going a bit crazy over the amount of wips i talked about here lol #i hope it was enough to feed the boopfully beloved <333

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iamsherlocked1479 · 2 years ago

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Chapter Fifteen

“Are the jumpers really necessary?” You sulk as your aunt readjusts you position for the 5th time

“Of course they are, it's a Christmas card matching jumpers are essential dear.” She grabs your cheek and pulls it playfully before setting the timer on the camera, again. “Big smiles.” She said through gritted teeth. You sigh and plaster a fake smile to your face trying not to blink as the camera's flash burns a hole through your retinas.

“And who are these for again?” You rub your eyes, trying to get the light from your eyes

“Your great half aunt and her family.” She smiled as she checked the camera again. “Perfect.” She let out a sigh of relief.

“I’ve never even met these people. Why does it matter?” You say itching your collar

“Because I won’t be around forever, and it’s always important to have a family. And you have met them.” She smiled

“When?” You asked and her brows raised “oh, the funeral.” You vaguely remember your parent’s funeral, you were fairly young and all you could remember was trying to block out people explaining a car crash to you for the fifteen millionth time that day. It wasn’t exactly up there for the best Christmas, yet again any Christmas after that never really felt the same. You went quiet for a moment and your aunt gave you a half hug.

“I know you don’t always enjoy this time of year but it's different now, new faces, new memories to be made.” You hugged her back and left her to her work. You could hear voices complaining from your sitting room.

“A devilish time of year brother, far more children on the streets .” Ugh, it's Mycroft, he wasn’t exactly on your guest list for the perfect Christmas.

“I agree brother, but it's not all that bad.” Sherlock's voice replied

“Don’t start with all that.” Mycroft huffs

“Jealous?” Sherlock is quick to reply.

“How could he be? Women aren’t exactly his thing.” You enter with a half smile towards Mycroft, he huffed and twirled his umbrella around.

“Is patronising me also part of this arrangement?” He chewed the inside of his cheek hoping his knowledge of whatever was going on between you and Sherlock would bring some form of annoyance to you.

“Don’t try to intimidate her brother.” Sherlock interrupted

“It's fine he’s a smart boy, if anyone was going to figure it out it would be him.” You patted his cheek playfully and he huffed

“Yet I can’t figure out why you’re still wearing that.” He replied, you looked confused at first but then realised when you looked down at the hideous ball of wool wrapped around your body. “And with that I shall take my leave, goodbye brother. And think about it” He said, closing the door behind him, not even waiting for sherlocks reply. You huffed and pulled the jumper over your head revealing a tight tank top.

“Shame, I was hoping there’d be nothing under that.” Sherlock querked.

“Well it's not christmas just yet.” You smiled and pulled a box from under the table and brushed it off. “This Christmas will be different, I hope so anyway i'm due some good luck at some point this year.” You pulled out various coloured tinsel and lights from the box and began looking for places to put them around the apartment.

“If it were me, I’d consider not dying after being kidnaped by a psycho maniac a win but that's just my daily routine.” He moved to the sofa and slumped onto it, staring at the ceiling.

“He was never going to kill me sherlock.” You sigh decorating the windows with tinsel.

“What do you mean?” He lifted his head in your direction.

“What I mean is he was using me to mess with you, plus I think he liked me.” You laugh

“I doubt it, a man like that doesn’t have the capacity.” He laid back down as you walked over, gold tinsel in hand.

“Please, everyone has something they want, plus i never thought you had the capacity.” You cleared your throat “excuse me i need to stand on here to put this up.” you nudge his waist with your knee and he doesn’t budge. You sigh and pull yourself onto the couch, with your legs parted and Sherlock lying between them as you hang the tinsel up.

“I’m not a fan of this new position.” sherlock huffed

“Then you should have moved.” you smiled looking down at him

“Though it has its pleasant views, but” he pulled your leg down so you straddled his waist. “This i much more prefer.” He smiled and began raking kisses down your neck, you hummed as he lifted your arms and pulled your shirt over your head discarding it somewhere in the room, his lips grazed over the top of your nipples and you moaned rocking into his half hard crotch. He looked down and helped you undo his belt

“Wait, wait. Hang on. Aunt Martha are you there?” You shut down, there was no answer “she must have gone out.” You pulled off your shorts and felt his tip pressing against your soaked core.

“That's all it takes to get you soaked huh?” He spoke into your ear as you positioned yourself on top of him, sinking down slowly. You began to rock and he assisted by begging to slowly thrust into you. “Good girl, just like that. Fuck love the way you tighten around me.” He groaned and you bounced in front of him. His hands snaked up your body and and pulled your bra down to watch your tits bounce pawing at them with his dexterous fingers.

“Fuck sherlock, feels so good.” Your voice breaks as his cock reaches your g-spot hitting it again and again. Your orgasm began building slowly, burning its way through your nervous system. His hands began to focus on your swollen neglected clits as he twirled his fingers around it.

“Fuck- i’m going to cum shit, want you to cum too.” He sat up pulling you in closer to him, sliding you up and down his thick cock. He pulsed into you scraping along your walls allowing your body to release under him. Your body seized and trembled as he pounded into you, his knuckles whitened as he gripped your waist spilling his white ropes spewed into you.

“I’m supposed to be putting up decorations.” You sigh laughing as he flopped back down, watching the way his chest rises and falls.

“I prefer this.” He gasped

“Y/n? You home?” Louise shouted from downstairs.

“Uh, yup, wait there just a minute.” You shouted down, stumbling off Sherlock, you fell to the ground sending a large bang down the halls.

“Everything okay up there?” Louise laughed

“Yep!” You shout down, you look at Sherlock who had tucked himself away, still laying on the couch. “Underwear?”

“Uhh, I don’t know?” He replied, you rolled your eyes and ran up to your room, quickly changing into some more suitable clothes. You didn’t forget you were meant to be going Christmas shopping, you simply just lost track of time. You hurried down the stairs, and grabbed your coat and brushed yourself off.

“So is Sherlock up there?” She asks suspiciously

“Erm, No?” You lie

“So you were just talking to yourself?” She inquired, tilting her head

“Well-“

“I know you slept with him, it's not a big secret.” She laughed as you followed her out the door

“Try not to say it out loud.” You snap back

“Why not? You’re a terrible liar” she said getting into the car.

“I know, I just can’t be bothered to deal with the look we’ll get when they realise Sherlock is in a relationship.” You sigh.

“Fair point, where too first?” She asked.

You spent most of the day gossiping and buying your friends gifts. Most people were easy to buy for and with John and Mary having a baby soon it was pretty obvious what to get them, it's not like alcohol was on the table. You eventually found yourself in a small cafe stopping off to get a hit drink to relieve yourself from the December air.

“Who's that for?” You point to the leather jacket in one of Louise's bags.

“Oh you know, for a guy.” She says quietly “well, my boyfriend i should say, it's been official for a couple weeks now.”

“Oooohh” you say playfully “And why haven’t i heard about this mysterious man?” You stir your coffee.

“Well, he’s a bit, well shy really and im not one to boast about relationships.” She exclaimed

“Sure you’re not.” One of your brows raised “is he shy or not much of a lucker. Do i know him?” You question her and she blushes.

“No he’s not ugly, and you probably do know him and ouch I don’t show off relationships.” She says with a slightly raised voice.

“Okay, okay” you hold up your hands “im sorry, so what do you mean, i probably know him?”

“Well you know, he travels alot.” She shrugs

“Mhm” your eyes narrow “anything else you can give me?”

“Uh no not really” she laughs again nervously “But anyways, what are you going to get Sherlock for Christmas?”

“Am i supposed to get him something?” You ask talking through your drink

“Well you’re dating right?” She tilts her head

“No why would-

“”I heard you both this morning.” She says bluntly

“Right, well I don’t know, we erm i don't think he likes Christmas.” You arrange the sugar packets in front of you. Where would you even start with getting him a gift? He’d probably guess what it was anyway.

“Well does he need anything? Soap? Manners.”

“Oh come on” you roll your eyes “uhh well, he needs a scarf. The last one ended up covered in blood.” You say casually as she looks at you with an obvious reaction

“You know what I'm not even going to ask.” She looked away and her phone began to buzz. You look at the screen as she picks it up and see the letter T with a heart next to it.

Who could that be? You wonder, you try your best not to listen in but you hear something about having left something or a dog needing to be taken care of.

“Who’s that?” You asks as she puts down the phone

“Just the guy.” She smiles packing up her things.

“The guy?” You say one brow raised “why so secretive?”

“Well its a new thing you know.”

“Riiight. You’re not supposed to be with him are you?” You guess

“What? No I um, I have to go.” She rushes out of the cafe leaving you shouting questions behind her

“Is he married?!” You laugh. She was right though , you couldn’t not get Sherlock a present, maybe nobody would think it was strange if you got him a scarf. You wonder the streets heading back towards the apartment and come across a small taylors with suits, hats and scarfs in the window. The bell rings as you enter the store and a kind woman appears from behind the counter.

“Good afternoon, can I help you?” She smiles

“I was wondering if could buy a scarf, particularly that blue one in the window?.” You point to a blue scarf similar to the design of his old one.

“Of course thats just a display one but i can have one made for you?” She asks

“Sure.” You smile handing her the money labelled on the price tag

“Would you like and messages embroidered into the end? They’re not very obvious so it could be anything.” She says with the same warm smile she greeted you.

You thought for a moment, it would make it a but more intimate and if he didn’t like it, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“Sure why not.”

You left the store clutching your prize close to you all the way home, by the time you were outside the door a familiar car was parked outside with the same woman who always gave you dirty looks. Like Sherlock's brother, she obviously didn’t think kindly of you and if she was outside then Mycroft was here again. You good mood was interrupted by the sounds of arguing, you sighed ignoring the comotion and hid all the gifts in your room.

“Y/n come down.” Mycroft's irritating voice echoed from downstairs “this instant” he demanded. You huffed and came down to find sherlock frantically pacing

“What's up with him?” You ask as sherlock mutters something and crashes onto his arm chair

“You let him get high again didn’t you.” Mycroft points his umbrella at you

“What?! No I didn’t im clean what the hell is wrong with you?”

“No, I won’t stand for whatever this is between you, you’re bad news.” He snipes walking towards you, trying his best to intimidate you.

“Stop it isn’t her fault.” Sherlock stood up standing in between you and Mycroft.

“I beg to differ brother, she has.” He pauses and makes eye contact with you “irrational tendencies, just look how her mother turned out.” Your eyes narrowed as you stepped forward being blocked by sherlock. Mycroft grinned at the sight of your anger. “Now Sherlock answers my question.”

“Ermm what was I going to say? Ah yes bye bye.” Sherlock moved to the door and opened it gesturing for his brother to leave. Mycroft moved in front of him, trying to intimidate his younger brother

“Unwise brother-mine.” Sherlock grabbed Mycroft by the wrist and pushed him to the door frame causing him to yelp in pain.

“Brother-mine” he said into his ear “Don’t appal me when i'm high.” Sherlock hissed and tightened his grip on his older brother. You smiled as you stepped closer to Mycroft

“I’m going to say to say this as i’ll say as an acquaintance, leave and if you think it was me, i suggest you find evidence first.” You encouraged him, Sherlock let him go and he left the apartment only missing some of his ego.

“Well now that thats over.” Sherlock sighed and went to sit in his chair.

“Oh no its not.” You grabbed the back of his collar and spun him round gripping the gap in his shirt. “Im not sure how i feel about this.” He says

“Where is it come on” you demand

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” He lies

“The heroin Sherlock, where is it?” You to e darkens and his brow raises.

“Fine, over there.” He looks over to the skull on the fire place. You walk over and take a vile out from the skull. “You know how difficult it is to drill into a human skull without it shattering?” He watches as you move into the kitchen. You take the vile and place it in the sink, you cover it with a tea towel and smash it. You lift the tower up and rinse away the liquid.

“There now your brother can’t accuse me.” You turn to Sherlock who now looks defeated.

“I do apologise for my dear old brother’s behaviour.” He moved to you spinning you around to face him. His lips pressed against yours desperately, almost apologetically. “Can i show you how sorry i am?” He said kissing down your neck.

“I like the sound of that.” You hummed as he dropped to his knees, that was a sight. Sherlock holmes, on his knees for you. He pulled down your trousers and underwear in one swift moment he kissed your clit and slid his tongue through your folds. A moan escaped your throat and your hand made its way through his thick curl’s pushing his face closer into you. He hummed in delight at your taste he spread your legs further apart and began using his tounge to fuck you while his fingers played with your clit. “Fuck, thats good” you say leaning on the counter top.

“Don't get used to me being on my knees sweetheart. It’ll be your turn soon.” He looked licking his lips before returning for another taste. He lifter one of your legs over his shoulder allowing him to penetrate you even deeper with his tongue. Your clit swelled with over stimulation, it sent a signal that burned its way through your nervous system causing your legs to buck and you to cry out his name mixed with various curse words. Sherlock got up, straightening out his creased shirt and fixing his ruffled hair, for a moment you forgot how much taller than you he was. He wiped a strand of hair that stuck to your forehead and lifted your face with one finger pushing up your chin. “Let's have some fun.” He held out his hand and you took it gladly. He lead you out the kitchen towards his room. You had never been in his room before, it surprised you as being fairly normal, the blue walls matched his bedding the only real evidence this was sherlock's rooms was the poster of the periodic table and skeleton that was more than likely real human bone.

He flopped onto his bed pulling you on top of him, you could feel his hardness pressing against your core begging to be released, you began to grind yourself against him as you helped unbutton his shirt. He removed your top and bottoms with ease as you undid his belt. You waisted no time sliding down onto him groaning with pleasure as he filled you up.

“You’re beginning to take me so well sweetheart.” He said swiftly rutting his hips upwards, it sent a sharp sensation of pleasure into you, you rocked yourself on him bouncing up and down as the sound of your thighs slapping him added to the smell of sex that flooded the room. His hands were gripped firmly on your ass as he bounced you up and down, he kneaded the fat gripping hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. His pelvis pushed into your clit lighting the fuse leading you to your orgasm.

He bucked his hips hard enough for him to gather the strength to be able to flip you over. You laid face down on the mattress as he parted your legs and lifted your hips. He took a moment to slide his hands through your slick, gathering some of your arousal and jerking himself with it.

“Wanna see that cunt dripping with my cum.” He said rutting into you, he slipped back where he belonged. It felt so good, the feeling of him pushing his weight down onto you, holding you in place, helping you to reach your climax. And oh you were so close, he knew this and one of his hands slipped under your stomach and began to play with your clit, that did it, the mattress did its best trying to muffle your moans

“Fu- sherlock, i- shit so goddamn good.” You cried

“Thats it good girl, fuck squeezing around me. So perfect wanna fill you up.” His thrust became more frantic as he chased his own orgasm, he kept muttering something to himself you couldn’t understand. He groaned as you felt the heat of his thick white ropes shooting into you, he pushed them In further with one final thrust he pulled out to admire his work.

You were a mess, face down panting with his seed dripping from you. He took his hand through your folds one more time smiling as you winced at the over stimulation of him pushing his cum back into you.

“I like this image, I'll have to delete something to remember it.”

“Well it won’t be the solar system for sure, might wanna make room for that.” You laughed to yourself as you turned back onto your back.

“Don’t get smart now honey, or i’ll have you tied to that bed next time.” He moves to one of his drawers and pulls out a pair of boxers and a shirt. It was the purple one you loved so much, the one that squeezed his arms just right. “Here.” He tosses it to you and disappears to the bathroom. Your nose was filled with his scent, you were covered in it, his shirt, his pillows and his sheets. And you lied there with his cum still dripping from you. He returned wearing the boxers and a warm washcloth, he used it to wipe your entrance smiling at the way you still moaned even with this touch. You put on his shirt leaving the top two buttons undone and laid next to him.

He wasn’t one for showing physical affection, so you settled with the fact he laid his arm around your shoulder and trailed his finger along your neckline.

“Sherlock?” You asked

“Mm?” He said with his eyes closed

“What was Mycroft doing here earlier this morning?” You asked, his hand paused and his eyes opened

“My brother dearest was offering me a case, i'm still unsure about taking it.” He says looking down at you.

“Why?” You ask, if it was worth his time, he’d do it.

“Don’t worry about it.” He turned his head facing the ceiling and just stared

“Okay then, but it will be good for you to do a case, i say take it.” You plant a kiss on his cheek but he doesn’t react. You gently lay your head down and fall asleep. Sherlock looks down at you and sighs. A small smile dawns his face for a second, but then it fades

“I don’t think you’re going to like this case.” He says to himself “you’re going to hate me.”

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OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY HSAVEN'T BEEN POSTING, my life has been so busy and this has been sittng in my drafts for two weeks at least honestly but yeah the chapter is gonna be rough and definately out soon so leave a like if you enjoyed and a reblog is always apreciated (but totally your descson). another thing is if anybody would like me to do a request I'd be more than happy too <3

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chroniclesinlavender · 6 months ago

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ENTRY 002: Dreams (Part 2) [with transcript]

"Isaiah embarks on a chase in the night. Aran helps someone in need."

TRANSCRIPT:

[Chronicles in Lavender. Art and Story by Koishi. ENTRY 002: Dreams (Part 2)]

[December 13, 2019. 3:33 AM]

ISAIAH: That was a new dream! A NEW DREAM!!! I've never had a dream like that before! But what does it mean? Is there even any meaning behind it?? What did that butterfly mean when it said it'd help me??? And why does it's voice sound so... familiar?

ISAIAH: wait WAIT HOLD UP!! [thinking] SHIT! I'm gonna lose it! [through text to Amaliah] headin out for a bit will prolly be back in the morning dont touch my shit

ISAIAH: [thinking] What the hell am I doing? Am I really gonna ride up a mountain just to chase after some dream butterfly? ...Goddamn sone of a bitch. Some horror movie-ass shit I'm getting myself into...

ISAIAH: No no NOOO UGH why couldn't you stay on the path... Okay... I guess... Since I already came this far... Where is that stupid-- Ahah! I see it! Why am I doing this?

ISAIAH: AAH-!

???: Child Of The Moon, First Of The Descended, From Across A Thousand Lightyears And Ten Thousand Lifetimes You Have Been Led Astray. A Wrong That Must Be Righted, A World That Shall Undergo, A Great Change, A People Who Must Be Brought Home, With This, We Shall Mend What Is Broken And Burn The Bridge. Take On This Burden, And You Shall Be Given All That Has Been Promised.

ARAN: [unintelligible]

ISAIAH: uuuuuuugh... hmmmmg.... everything huuuuurts..... christ, my head... w-wha?

ISAIAH: hnnnk- hah... guh... w-where the... hell is the... fucking mirror?

PROPHET: Let me pull one up for you!

ISAIAH: Wait, who just said... that? yo wHAT THE FUCK!?!?

ISAIAH: Where the HELL am I??? What is this... shit on... my... FACE!? AGH-! ow ow ow... Is this some kinda weird prank? My head still hurts... I can't remember how I got here. I need to get my bearings. ...My journal! Please please please please... Oh thank GOD I still have my phone on me. No signal... That's... not ideal. Okay, I have no clue where I am or how I got here... But I ain't finna stick around and find out.

ISAIAH: w-whoa... WHOA!!! OW--! Okay, maybe... go at it a little bit slower... I need to get outta here before whoever brought me here comes ba--

ARAN: ...so if I leave now I-- Ah! You're awake! Thank the stars! I was worried for a beat that you weren't going to come to! Are you feeling okay? how's yo--

ISAIAH: nah nah NAH whatever you are you stay the HELL away from me!!!

ARAN: Whoa whoa, bug, it's okay! I just wanted to check that you're alright! I'm not going to hurt you!

ISAIAH: Yeah, sure, good for you. I'unno what kinda fucked up prank this is, but I ain't in the mood! Y'ALL HEAR THAT!? i AIN'T PLAYIN AROUND NO MORE!!

ARAN: M-Maybe I should've brought them to a professional... Here, I'll go and get you some water, and summon a skeeter to take you to a clinic-hive. Just wait right he--

ISAIAH: WAIT WAIT WAIT!!! Where... am I, exactly?

ARAN: Oh, sorry! You must be so confused! You're in a spare cell of my hive! I kind of panicked when I saw you by the river, and your vitals weren't showing up on Prohet, aso I didn't know if I--

ISAIAH: Okay again, wait... "found me by a river??"

ARAN: Y-Yeah, you were lying there passed out on the riverbank. I was worried you were dead, but I felt you breathing so I thought I should bring you home until you came too, since it was so early in the morning.

ISAIAH: So... this ain't no kidnapping thing? I can just... up and leave?

ARAN: Uh... yeah s-sure! If you want! I'm not trying to kidnap you. You can walk out the front port if you feel up to it!

ISAIAH: Aight bet. L-Lemme just... aH COME ONE! OOF-

ARAN: Whoooaaa I've got you! Here, let me help you to the door!

ISAIAH: Why do my... legs feel so o-off?

ARAN: It's alright! We can go one step at a time. Wati there! I'll get you some water. I need a water dish, Prophet.

PROPHET: Of course! Here you are.

ARAN: Here, just in case!

ISAIAH: The... water's in a plate.

ARAN: Yeah, why?

ISAIAH: ...Thanks, but I'm good for now. As soon as I can stand, I'm gone. Taking this stuff off of me too.

ARAN: Are you... talking about your chitin?

ISAIAH: My what? I dunno, man! Whatever this shit is. ugh... what did you... glue all of this... hmmg... on me or... something?

ARAN: Hey, stop that! You're going to hurt yourself!! Just... let's go outside, alright? Up you go! Maybe some fresh air will do you some good!

ISAIAH: ...yeah, I guess. And... thank for not kidnapping me, um...

ARAN: Al-Aran, but just "Aran" is fine by me!

ISAIAH: Cool... I'm Isaiah.

ARAN: Nice to meet you! Now let's get you out of here!

ISAIAH: I think I've seen this place in a... dream? [coughing] Yo what the he-- oh. OH!!! It came off! Aran, how did you do that--

ARAN: [in Seraphic] Ān… ĀN ĞŌGĞRSL OLISĀC PR̄- ASĒYA?? (What... WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU!?)

ISAIAH: ...wuzzat now?

[Ēzm̄fl īn-hōn pi-jalzègxa olsl… (To be continued in the next entry...)]

#comic #webcomic #digital comic #sci-fi #science fiction #fantasy #sci-fi fantasy #chronicles in lavender #cil #isaiah hughes #al-aran #ic

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haunting-hufflepuffs-basement · 3 months ago

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From the fandom asks thing: 4, 9, 10, 16

Im curious

OHOHO! Let's start some fights, shall we?

4. what was the last straw that finally made you block that annoying person?

So the only people I have blocked actually are people that I think most people would automatically block on sight: scammers, people trying to find out where you live, TERFS and homophobes, etc. I've never really had anyone bother me over things. I'm lucky that way!

9. Worst Part of Canon:

Oh gosh. Okay, so I want to say it's the really weird surface-level worldbuilding that leaves a lot of plot holes, but there's actually something worse for me: the misogyny. And not like, there are characters that behave misogynistically, like the misogyny inherent in the writing. I'm about 90% certain that Harry Potter doesn't pass the Bechdel Test. Yes, I know the perspective character is a dude, but even the conversations Harry OVERHEARS between two girls are either glossed over or about a dude or both. The amount of prominent male characters vs. the amount of prominent female characters is frankly kind of ridiculous. There are other things you notice when you read the books as well, like how the women are far more likely to cry than the men and this is treated as a bad thing or a character weakness for the girls. Or how Ginny doesn't really have much of a character in canon (I kidnapped her and made her my own, canon doesn't deserve her) despite being just as prominent if not more important than some of her brothers and Harry's supposed love interest. Stuff like that. Also the fatshaming. Pretty privilege is REALLY prevalent in this fandom, but the books certainly didn't help by making most fat characters evil and disgusting (the Dursleys, Peter, Umbridge, etc.).

10. Worst part of Fanon:

For me, it's the notion that Peter isn't competent. Guys. Peter in canon is a cowardly slimeball, don't get me wrong, but bad at being a wizard---NO. He blew apart an entire street and killed 12 people, chopped off his own finger and transformed into a rat, and made it look like Sirius had both done the curse and killed him. He was successfully passing information to the Death Eaters for over a year and wasn't even CLOSE to getting caught since Sirius, James, and Lily still made him Secret Keeper. Those things didn't have anything to do with riding someone else's coattails, it's just Peter being damn good at his job. He was actually good at magic you guys. Probably above average actually, seeing as how he was able to hang with James and Sirius. You just don't notice it because James and Sirius are INSANELY good at magic. (Also the whole thing about making 11-15 year old Peter visibly and notably evil and bad or not a real friend or not part of the group and also the fact that he doesn't get redeemed half as much as people like Barty, Evan, and Regulus because there's that pretty privilege again. Drives me nuts. Anyways.)

16. You can't understand why so many people like this thing (trope, headcanon, characterization, etc.)

I will level with you all, I do not understand Drarry. And this isn't me not getting enemies to lovers or the Slytherin x Gryffindor appeal or the quidditch rivals or WHATEVER because I like Jegulus. But for all the similarities that Harry and James have and even for all the similarities that Regulus and Draco have, I don't like it. I think one of the biggest things is that people do usually put in the work with Jegulus stuff to "redeem" Regulus and have him unlearn his unhealthy behaviors, whereas in Drarry fics it tends to get glossed over. It also probably has something to do with the fact that Harry spent 7 years HATING Draco. I don't think that was "obsessed with him because I'm secretly in love" that was genuine hatred you guys. I don't buy it. Meanwhile Regulus and James have 0 canon interactions for me to judge their relationship with, so anything they do in fanon feels more plausible, especially seeing as how he canonically became friends with Sirius, who likely would have had some similar problems to Reg, despite Sirius' best efforts. Obviously no hate if you ship it, I just don't understand it. It's not for me, so I tend to avoid it like the plague so that I don't rain on everyone else's parade.

Thanks for asking! Everybody let me know why I'm wrong in the notes, and you're welcome to send me more asks about anything all the time always and forever!

#asks #spectr-al answers #fandom discourse #sorry but not really #ask game #oneluckygoose #jkr critical #anti jkr #fuck jkr #marauders #dead gay wizards #peter pettigrew #anti drarry #kind of #justice for peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew deserves better

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jaaklops · 1 year ago

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*shyly bats eyes in request for more pastries* (no pressure ofcc <33 I just love your writing ahhhh)

(also how are you?)

(and also because I must HOW ARE THE CATS)

hello hello hello!!!!! me and all of my cats are doing amazing ty for asking😋😋

as for more pastries,, ask and you shall receive!

Nancy walks away without another word, leaving Robin to pinch her wrist and wonder if any of that was even real. She then wipes her own hands off on her pants.

Robin puts a bag of gummy worms and a half gallon of milk in the basket, pays, and soon she’s out of there, too.

She calls Steve later that day.

“God. I think I kinda hate her.”

A beat.

She quickly amends her statement. “No, no. Wait. That didn’t come out right—” Clearly, Steve mutters. “—I just. Goddamnit, Steve, I have no clue what I’m supposed to do here.”

“Maybe, oh, I don’t know, go meet her there like you said?” Steve sarcastically suggests. “Who knows, something might happen and then, y’know—”

“Oh my god, no, I’m gonna stop you right there,” Robin cuts in. “Nothing’s gonna happen, dude. I already know she doesn’t like me like that.”

“What, did she tell you that herself?”

“No, but why would she? She’s Nancy Wheeler. She’s not… she isn’t like that, and even if she was, she definitely wouldn’t like me.” Robin runs her fingers through her hair, twirling her fingers around the strands.

“Besides,” she adds after Steve’s silence, “that’s not what I’m worried about. Well, yes, I’m worried about the fact that I’ll be alone at fucking Lover’s Lake with her of all places, but like, also everything else.”

She hears him mumble something that almost sounds like, You’d be surprised. Robin decides not to question it. “And what’s ‘everything else?’” Steve then asks her. Robin makes a sound akin to a wince.

“I mean, she just kinda… blanks on me for a bit? And then outta nowhere she just asks me to hang out like we’ve been talking this whole time. I dunno, man. Not that I’m mad, I just didn’t expect that, I guess.”

“Maybe you should talk to her about that,” Steve suggests.

“No, I don’t care.”

“Sounds like you do.”

“…I don’t.”

“Okay then.”

Robin sighs and looks at the clock. It reads something near 6:20. “I have to be there at 7,” she states absently. An afterthought above all else. She hears Steve breathe a sigh.

“Then what the hell are you still doing here talking to me?” Steve questions incredulously. “Get off your ass. Be a man.”

“What I’m doing,” Robin bites out in response, “is asking for advice on how to not actually die. And for the record, I’m standing right now.”

“We’ve been on the phone for fifteen minutes now and you didn’t ask for any advice even once,” Steve points out.

“Whatever,” Robin says. “You get my point.”

Steve sighs. “Look, Robs, you’ve faced a Russian kidnapping, flamed an Upside-Down-dwelling wizard’s ass, and fought like hell even after that. So what’s your problem here?”

Robin frowns. “Yeah, well. This is way scarier.”

“It’s just Nancy.”

Like that helps, Robin doesn’t bite back. For a moment and a half she doesn’t say anything at all. It’s just Nancy, she repeats in her head, like some desperate part of her actually believes that downplaying the situation will save her. Cool, smart, nice Nancy who actually wants to hang out with you, or else she wouldn’t have asked. It’s just Nancy.

It’s just Nancy, but it’s also just Robin. Robin, who isn’t cool and definitely isn’t worth someone like Nancy’s time. Robin, who is dumb enough to even want to hope that someone like Nancy feels the same way. Robin who isn’t as smart, or as great, or as special.

And Nancy is special? Her mind questions stupidly. Robin herself even makes a face at the foolishness of the question.

Yes, she is.

In the end, Robin decides to agree just to agree. She doesn’t have enough time to overthink and debate. “Yeah, you’re right.” She looks again at the clock. “I should go. Be a man, y’know,” she jokes. It makes her laugh a little, which would definitely be embarrassing if it happened around anyone else.

“Okay,” Steve says. He sounds a little relieved. Robin doesn’t take it the wrong way. “I’ll see you soon. Don’t think so hard about all this, Rob. Bye.”

“…Bye.”

#hi ari😋😋#rory speaks🗣️#i forgot if i showed anyone this bit already #besides my other friends #oh well #ronance

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il-predestinato · 2 years ago

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Elle!! 🥰❤️

I desperately want to shamelessly beg for a snippet from every fic because choosing one is impossible, a crime against humanity! So if you’re willing… 🥹😂

Counter offer: I love everything your brain ever produces, so how about you pick a scene or a snippet that makes you proudest / happiest / makes you smile! ❤️

Aww thank you so much, darling! 🥰 (You know that I love your writing too!)

Omg, hmm - this is so hard to pick because I edit/rewrite so damn much that a snippet becomes unrecognizable from first draft to final draft. So I'm not sure if this is the scene that makes me the proudest, but since you are such a queen of smut and I am the queen of avoiding writing smut because I have zero talent for it, I'll share this snippet because it was so out of my comfort zone.

title: looking for heaven, found the devil in me

summary: still drivers but also serial killers AU; Max and Charles like to play with their food before devouring. Charles/Max, brief reference to Charles/OMC (poor OMC).

WARNING: NSFW (oral sex, kind of dub-con vibes, exhibitionism, kidnapping and [impending] murder), also major warning for 'writer who never writes smut attempts to write smut'.

You can read previous snippets from this WIP here.

When Hugo regains consciousness, he is acutely aware that his wrists and ankles are tightly bound to the bed posts. His chest is bare - as it had been when Charles had straddled across his hips, teasing toying with him like a predator with its food. And then the blond man arrived - Max, he recalls with a flare of dull dread in his chest -

"So nice of you to join us again."

It takes Hugo some effort to turn his head towards the sound. That lyrical, foreign accent that lured him in at the bar. He wanted to vomit. Maybe it was from whatever drug they pumped into him that made him lethargic but strangely awake. Maybe it was the memory of that cold, cruel laughter, which matched so perfectly with those green eyes that transitioned from vibrant and expressive to frigid and dangerous in the fraction of a second.

Max is now the one on the cold, hard floor. On his knees and gazing up at Hugo's captor his lover. He refuses to spare Hugo a single glance as his hands pull apart the clasp of Charles' belt - the very same one that Charles had stopped Hugo from undoing in the seconds before Max interrupted their interlude.

Charles makes no motion to stop Max now. He stares down beneath his long eyelashes as Max's hands work deftly to push away the belt, the zipper, the offending fabric of the acid-washed jeans - until there is nothing between his erect cock and Max's face but a few inches of stifling air.

"Shall I tell you what he said he would do to me?" whispers Charles. He flicks his gaze towards the bed, and somehow Hugo firmly understands that Charles is mocking him and not the man at his feet. "Perhaps I'll show you," he murmurs instead.

Charles slides a hand into Max's hair, lazily caressing the messy blond locks between his long fingers. But his gentleness does not last; suddenly, the muscles and tendons in his hand tighten and he shoves Max forward - thoughtlessly, almost viciously - forcing the other man to take his cock into his mouth.

"Show him what he will never have," he gasps with a shuddering moan as Max is already working on him.

Hugo wants to turn away, but his body is frozen and overloaded - fighting between the sour bile in his throat and his entrancement at this scene of horror - because it is nothing short of an utter abomination.

Instead, he watches - transfixed, nauseated, and oh so disgustingly aroused - as Max takes the other man all the way down his throat, his nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base of Charles’ cock, and inhales him in. Does he smell like pine wood and citrus down there - the scent that Hugo caught a whiff of when Charles leaned in close and whispered "Shall we get out of here?" The moment that sealed his fate. Or perhaps Charles is now sweaty from their exertions and just smells like Charles. Whatever that may be. Immediately Hugo thinks danger, sweetness, death.

Whatever Max smells seems to make his mouth water, because he rolls his tongue to lather firm licks from the base of Charles' cock all the way down to the tip as he pulls back. Between their quick inhalations and muted sighs, the truncated groans and the high whimpers, Hugo can just catch the soft murmuring of Max's name from Charles' lips. In response, Max reaches up with his own hand and laces their fingers together in his hair. His mouth does not stop, working away on that shaft to leave Charles gasping.

He continues to watch as their rhythm changes, starting from Charles jerking his hips forward, momentarily choking Max on his cock, but the other man refuses to miss a beat - as if mocking Hugo ("Did you think you were worthy of him?" screaming in every bob of his throat), even as Charles squeezes his hand in Max's hair as a silent apology.

Hugo can sense that Charles is close now, and he should turn away - he does not want to see the inevitable climax. But his head is so heavy that his neck cannot turn, forcing him to continue watching this tableau of obscenity.

Max slides one hand up Charles' thigh, lingering over the well-toned muscles. Perhaps he feels the exact moment when those muscles go tight and tremble underneath his palm. He slides further up until he can curl his fingers around the base of Charles' cock and give it a firm squeeze, sucking hard at the same time. Charles makes a sound deep in his throat and when he throws his head back, the gentle thump of his head against the wall resonates through the entire room.

The bile rises further up Hugo's throat; he (finally) squeezes his eyes shut and swallows the awful taste. He is painfully aware that Max, across the room from him and equally under the thrall of this dangerous green-eyed monster, makes the same filthy swallowing noise.

In this moment, Hugo understands. Even before he opens his eyes again and sees Charles kneel down to kiss Max, no doubt tasting himself in the other man's mouth. Even before he hears Charles' next heated whisper:

"And then he promised that he would throw me onto the bed and fuck me."

Even before he hears Max's strangled, hoarse response:

"Then let's show him."

He was going to die tonight.

They are nasty, NASTY people and I am a nasty, NASTY writer who should not be allowed to write smut ever again. Honestly the murdering was easier to write.

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starkslove101 · 5 months ago

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CHAPTER 29: "A stranger in a strange land"

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A/N: IT'S FINALLY HERE CHAPTER 29! it toook me a loooot longer but I hope you guys like it.

Pairing: Not really a pairing here. But Tony, Steve and Natasha are in this chapter...

Warnings: None.

Word count: 2k+ words

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My legs moved faster than my brain could process. Hugh’s grip on my wrist was tight as he pulled me forward. “Hugh!” I was out of breath. “Where are we going?” I squeaked. My lungs felt like they were burning. How is that possible? You’re a superhuman? The voice in the back of my head kept repeating.

“You wanted answers, right?” he asked, he had a big smile on his face. For the short time I've known him, I’ve never seen him so pleased.

“Yes, I do. But I can't breathe. Please slow down” He slowed down but didn’t let go of my wrist. This might be some leftover symptom from when I was kidnapped. And you know died for a week, the voice in my head chimed.

“My apologies,” he said. “But, we’re almost there” The only thing coming from me was a whistling sound. It felt like both of my lungs were collapsed. It was the same feeling I had during elementary school in P.E. I was never the best runner, my lungs would always give out halfway through class. I’d have to go to the nurse and she would call my dad. Which would mean that that same day, I'd get a beating I would never forget. He always wanted a boy, right?

We walked into a library. Closets full of books. If I wasn’t fighting for my life, I would’ve stopped and checked out as many books as I possibly could. I remember Tony teasing me about the amount of books I’d buy. However, he never knew the reason. For most of my life, I was alone and didn’t have anything else to do. I barely had any friends, so all I had was books. It wasn’t until I met Howard that I started gaining friends.

I looked around and found an empty chair and sat down. I placed my hand over my chest, finally being able to catch my breath. Hugh looked genuinely worried. “Are you alright, Your Highness?” he asked. I nodded and waved him off.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Just short of breath. I still haven’t fully recovered, I think” I reassured him. He looked at me, still unsure. I shook my head again. “We’re here for answers, right?” I took one deep breath and leaned back in the big chair. Hugh nodded. “Well then” I nudged. “Show me” Hugh smiled and ran off to get whatever. He looked like a kid in a candy store.

After a few minutes, he returned. A bunch of books in his arms. He dropped them on the table loudly, I jumped up, and Hugh shifted on his feet, like a child high on sugar. “I got all the books I could find on Avelora and its history” he took a deep breath and beamed proudly, a smile from ear to ear.

I smiled through the pain. My head was pounding. “Let’s take a look, shall we?” he smiled and nodded but still looked around, unsure, like someone would tell him or something. I tried to reassure him again. “Nothing is going to happen,” I said. However, I wasn't sure about that statement either. He shifted on his feet. “You know,” I sighed. “I could tell everyone to leave. I can do that now” I joked, however, he didn’t get it.

“No,” he said, panic in his eyes. I raised my eyebrows in amusement.

“Hugh, that was a joke”

“Oh,” he sighed. “That’s funny” he lied. His face was dead serious. I just sat back looking at him, still amused. I grabbed a book and started reading.

“Brother Anslem who stumbled upon the town in the year 764. He described it as a place of unparalleled beauty with crystal forests teeming with life” I quoted in my best voice. But for some reason, it didn’t make any sense and didn’t feel right.

I touched the paper and it felt too new. I pushed this one aside and grabbed another one. This book said and looked the same. I could feel my anger boiling up. He sensed my anger and looked up. He had an equally confused look on his face. “This is either a new edition or someone is lying” Hugh nodded in agreement.

“This is not the book I read as a child” Hugh looked sad and it fueled my anger. I stood up and the chair behind me made a loud scraping sound against the tiles. I grabbed all the books on the table.

“What’s the lady’s name at the front desk?”

“Ehm, Anya, I think” I pulled the books close to my chest and ran up to the front desk. When I stood in front of the desk, the woman didn’t look up. I stood there for a few seconds, hoping she’d say something.

“All returned books must be put back on the cart” The words came out rehearsed and stern. I still stared at her for a few minutes until I got tired and threw them on the table. The woman jumped up. She looked up angry and she was about to scold me but that was until she saw who was standing in front of her.

“Oh,” she sighed and stood up quickly. “Your royal highness” she bowed her head, in shock. I rolled my eyes. I hated this.

“Yeah, please beat the formalities Anya” I could hear her swallow loudly

“H-How’d you know my name?” she stammered.

“I can read minds” I joked but quickly moved my attention back to the books. “These books,” I said. “They’re not real. Someone is lying to me” I put my finger on the books.

She frowned at me. “What do you mean, your highness?” Anya asked. I sighed and opened the book and flipped through them. From cover, to cover. The wrapping on the covers was coming loose, revealing a different book. Anya’s breath hitched. “Oh, dear, you’re right” She grabbed books in her hands and looked them over. “ I have stocked these books over a hundred times” She shook her head in disbelief.

I started to calm down, however, when I saw that they were all as much in the dark as I was. I gave her an apologetic look. “I am sorry for treating you like this,” I said.

“It’s alright,” she waved it away once she put the books back down on her desk. This wasn’t alright. I was letting my emotions cloud my judgment. I was never rude to people. This is anger I have never felt like this ever. Even through all the abuse I’ve suffered.

“Your Highness, what books are you exactly looking for?” she asked sweetly, pulling me out of my ongoing thoughts.

“I am looking for books about the history of Avelora,” I said “and maybe while we’re looking, a family tree?” I asked quietly, hoping I wouldn’t summon my father for mentioning the word family.

Anya smiled sweetly. She grabbed a bunch of keys. They were hanging on a black keychain. Anya motioned for me to follow her. I looked over my shoulder quickly and saw Hugh walking behind me, doing his job perfectly. Hugh’s armor made a loud sound every time he moved his legs. It was such a stark contrast with the design and look of the modern city. This armor looked about a thousand years old but the city, on the other hand, looked like it had been built recently.

We reached a hidden door in the library. The paint was peeling off the door and it looked like it hadn’t been used in a very long time. Anya put the key in the door, but it took her a while before it opened. The door flung open, blowing dust into our faces. It flew up my nose, making me sneeze.

“Bless you” A deep voice echoed behind us. The three of us turned around, with wide eyes. When we turned, my father was standing behind us, his arms folded behind his back. I truly expected him to have an angry look on his face but he rather looked amused. “What are you kids up to?” He raised an eyebrow.

Anya and Hugh were standing next to each other, their eyes almost as big as marbles. “Your majesty,” they said in unison as they both bowed their heads. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“I mean after 200 years that must get a bit boring right?” I quipped. Ahmed laughed loudly, grabbing his chest. The sound of his laugh caught me off guard, yet it sounded so familiar. Like I'd been hearing it my whole life. I felt so nostalgic, I almost felt tears prickling in my eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek, hoping it would help to keep my composure.

“It did bother me for like the first 150 years” he joked back, making me laugh in return. It wasn’t my intention to laugh, but my brains were so scrambled with these emotions. I couldn’t control myself.

Our banter almost distracted me from what we were doing but my father pointed at the door, hoping I’d answer his question. I didn't see any reason why I should start lying now. “I just want to know about my family,” I said, my voice soft. His shoulders fell. It was quiet for a while. I could see him think.

“What is so bad that you can't tell me?” I asked. This was my last resort. He shifted on his feet. He was holding his scepter again. Ahmed had trouble walking and that staff was the only thing keeping him stable.

It was quiet again and at this point, everyone was staring at us. I didn't mean to cause a scene nor did I want to undermine his authority. After all, this was his land and his people. But I deserved answers and I was going to get them one way or another. Ahmed’s face contorted like he was fighting someone in his head.

“Hold this” After a while, he turned to one of his guards and gave her his scepter. She quickly bowed her head and grabbed the staff. Then he looked at me and stuck out his arm. “Let’s go take a walk,” he stated. I looked back at Anya and Hugh who nodded at me to take the opportunity. “There are some people I’d like you to meet,” he said, his arm still pointing at me. I stepped forward and let him hook his arm into mine so that he could lean on me.

He dismissed everyone except for the woman who was holding his scepter and Hugh. Both of them were standing behind us, scouting the area for possible threats. “What’s wrong with your leg?” I asked.

“I have no idea,” he said. I looked at him for a second, squinting my eyes.

“Do I want to know what happened?” I asked again. Ahmed smiled and shook his head. I laughed. “Alright,” I sighed, shaking my head. “Can you at least tell me where we are going?” We kept walking, people opening doors for us and bowing their heads. He avoided my question and kept walking silently.

Tony.

*Three weeks earlier*

Everyone in the room went silent. Natasha looked at me, with big eyes. Like it was some outrageous request. “Tony” Natasha sighed. “Shield put her into hiding for a reason” she turned towards me, a hand leaning on the desk. The other hand was holding a tablet that was controlling the big screen.

I bit the inside of my cheek. “I know,” I sighed. “But she might be the only one who might be able to help,” I said. “You know, since she’s her aunt and all that” Natasha pulled the tablet closer to her chest.

Ever since Ransom appeared 13 years ago, a lot has happened. Not through any fault of her own. Natasha shook her head. “Tony, I really can’t. Fury went to great lengths to keep her safe” Natasha looked at Steve, hoping that he’d have her back, but he didn’t. He shook his shoulders in response. She scoffed.

“Come on, Rogers, you can’t be serious,” she said, surprised by the fact that Steve was willing to defy Fury's orders.

“If the aunt is the answer to stopping these-” he thought for a minute and pointed to the screen. “Scumbags” of course, pointing at Malick and Killian. He looked proud of himself when he found the right words. “Then that’s what we have to do” I looked back and forth between him and Natasha.

Steve grabbed his belt, confidently, his shoulders broad. The righteousness was bursting out of him. Natasha was having an internal conflict with herself. Was she willing to cross her boss and the only man that ever believed in her? I wasn’t so sure anymore.

I looked back up at Steve, hoping he’d find the right words to tell her. “And if you don’t do it for him, then do it for Ransom,” He said. That seemed to help.

“Alright, fine!” she spits. “I’ll take you there” I smiled and hugged her. She stiffened in my grip as she didn’t see it coming. I quickly let her go.

“Sorry,” I pulled her back and patted her shoulders.

“You’ll have to leave all your electronics,” she says, plucking my hands from her shoulders.

“Of course, whatever you want” I raised my hands happily. The happiness is almost feeling foreign. Nat smiled at me, softly and touched my shoulder as she walked past.

“I’ll go get the zephyr ready,” she said, walking out of the room.

Only Steve, Pepper, and I were left. I turned to the screen, Killians’ picture plaguing me. The happy feeling immediately disappears. However, Steve noticed and stood next to me quietly. His hand folded behind his back. It seemed like his default pose.

In the meantime, Pepper excused herself. Her heels clicked in the distance.

It was silent for a while. I had my hands in my pockets. “I miss her” Steve turned his head, somewhat surprised that I was confiding in him.

“I miss her too,” he said. I nodded and didn’t say anything for a minute, I didn’t know how else to continue this conversation. It was quiet again until his phone started to beep. I guess he was needed back in D.C. “Good luck, finding your answers,” he said. He patted my back. “If you need me, call this number.” he slipped a piece of paper and walked out.

Steve was making his way to the door. “Hey,” I said and turned around. Steve stopped in his tracks, blocking the doorway. “Take good care of Pepper. She deserves all the love” Steve chuckled.

“I’ll do all I can to keep her happy and safe,” He said before he left.

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