#'abandons' pffft

[dagrapesody]

I like the beetlejuice musical so this spawned on my canvas Idk

[willowser]

c-can i ask for more god of war baku? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

my friend, every silly little thing i have ever opened my big mouth about on this blog was a fully fleshed out thought once — and you are more than welcome to ask about any of them ever !! 🥺 don't matter if i only spoke about it once two years ago, i probably had more than one idea/setting/situation for it, so ask away !!

THAT BEING SAID — my original idea for the midwinter/ficmas story was something for gow bakugou and witch reader, but i couldn't plot out much 😩 but i suppose i could finish writing about our little drake and some fairies on the tree 🥺 and he's all "what the hell are those ??" and we are all " !! watch your mouth !!!" LOL

in the meantime i will say: bakugou really hates that hasaru loves coming to your lil cottage PFFFTT bakugou tries to go out really really early in the morning, before he's awake, to try and get his hunting or tidying up done, but he always comes back to an empty bed !! and now he's just like 😑😑 and marches his fine ass aaalllll the way over there just to find you and his lil boy, sitting and fishing together by the river.

you've given him a new lure and some fresh bait and are teaching him some moves. much to his dismay, the once-king isn't exactly the best fisher, because he wasn't doing it so much before, so it drives him nuts that you're so good at it LOL

but he'll let his little drake sit with you for a moment longer, watching on 🥺 letting him have his little moment of fun before calling him to come on back home 🌱🌿🍓

[pollenallergie]

had to stay home today bc my uterus hates me, but at least that gives me more time to make dumb shit like this:

[thepenguinwriter]

Hi, can I request Adam x female reader where they are in an established relationship and the reader says the first 'I love you' to him and he gets a bit emotional (I mean, as emotional as someone like Adam can get) because y'know, trust and abandonment issues?

𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 '𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮' 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦, 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 - 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦

You were sitting at the dinner table with your dearest boyfriend, Adam. He sloppily chomped down on some ribs while you stared on with lovestruck eyes.

Yes, let's be honest - he was an asshole. He was loud, obnoxious, disrespectful, egotistical.. but you were optimistic, and you saw the good in him.

"The fuck are you looking at, sweet tits?" Adam's voice shook you out from your thoughts, not even pausing his eating. You looked away with a slight blush, embarrased for getting caught staring.

"It's nothing-" you started hesitantly, pausing mid-sentence. The angel at the other side of the table raised an eyebrow at you, cocking his head to one side. "Sure looks like something, babe," he replied casually.

You sighed, defeated. But despite your own embarrasement, you couldn't help but glance at Adam. His beautiful, golden wings, his handsome face, his messy brown hair, his-

Damn it, you were getting lost in your own thoughts again.

Your lover clearly noticed your daydreaming, because a smirk spread across his face. "Got something you want to share, hmmm?" He leaned forward with his head, standing up from the table.

"Well, um-" your face was getting red from the teasing tone in his voice, but you couldn't let yourself get distracted again! "It's just.. I love you, Adam."

The smirk on his face immediately faded and you frowned, thinking you said something wrong. He sat back down, absolute surprise on his face, as if he wasn't expecting your words at all.

"Could you- repeat that?" He asked in an uncharacteristic moment of confusion. He always tried to act all tough and confident, but this... it genuinely struck him.

"I.. love you?" You repeated, now also confused. You hoped you didn't make him feel bad..

"Wait, like. For real?" He asked for confirmation, and you didn't miss his wings slightly fluttering as he spoke. His eyes shone with hope, even if he tried not to show it.

You shook your head in frustration. "Of course!" You exclaimed, your own angelic wings raising up as you did so.

Then, your eyes widened in realization and you smiled reassuringly at the angel. "Oh, Adam.. don't worry, I won't leave you like-"

"Pffft, of course not! Who would ever leave me? I'm fucking Adam!" He interrupted you quickly, waving a hand dismissively. He knew exactly what you were talking about, but his pride would not let him admit it at all.

You just shook your head, a loving smile on your face. "Mhm.." was all you could mutter to him back. His cocky smile returned and he continued eating his ribs as if nothing even happened.

You sighed at your love. He'd never change.. but that was just the way you loved him, wasn't it?

A/N: THANK YOU ANON!! 💞 This was supposed to be headcanons but I just couldn't resist the urge to write a full oneshot. Also was supposed to be short but I got a teeeeeny bit carried away.... anyway, hope you enjoy!!

Dividers by @/rookthornesartistry!

[tlkfaerie]

Impossible

Pairing: Sihtric x reader x Finan ✩࿐

⋆｡˚☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ wc: 5.9k

note: I'm sensing a pattern arising where the reader is related to Uhtred in my writing pffft I just love it lol. this fic is a bit shameless of me tbh, consider Sihtric and Finan to be your mindless Kens in this.

summary: Sihtric and Finan do not take kindly to your attitude after they catch you with another warrior, leading to a night filled with confession and obsession. ✧˖°

MDNI! 18+ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･TW!: mentions of potential assault, period-typical misogyny, mentions of blood, pining, F/M/M, oral (male receiving), p in v, slight domination etc

You had been resting all day, abandoning any duties that had been bestowed on you by Beocca or the others. Osferth had been with you for a while, but had run as soon as he saw some of your lady friends approaching, fearing that they would hassle him. Though he was sweet, he was incredibly oblivious, a trait that had gotten him into serious trouble - and by default, you too.

It was always you that seemed to be involved in some kind of dilemma, Uhtred's sister, clumsy and short-tempered. You always likened yourself more to Brida, wanting to follow in her wild, mildly assaulting ways with people. Ragnar cherished you, but always decided that Uhtred would be able to keep you safer, as he had a mixed band of trustworthy individuals.

You wandered in the nearby woods, collecting random flowers that interested you and occasionally stuffing them in-between the threading of your dress, which by now was soaked with a layer of mud from the terrain beneath your feet. Thyra had warned you not to arrive back too late. You knew that you shouldn't be too long, not on your own like this, but for now, everything in Uhtred's world seemed remarkably peaceful. For someone who liked to play with Alfred's commands, this was a miracle.

You revelled in your own company for a little longer, feeling your heart stop when your peace was finally disturbed by hooves. Before you turned around, you feared the worst, that it was some enemy of Uhtred's come to claim you and sell you for ransom. Fingertips going cold, you rested your thumb on the hiding place that you usually kept a small blade in, feeling its absence and cursing wildly.

Shit.

"And why do I find you out here all alone, lady?" you vaguely recognised the voice to be Gudrun, one of your brother's warriors and somewhat of a childhood acquaintance. You turned swiftly, to find the man looking down at you from his horse. He was handsome in his own right - but you had often seen him night after night sitting with a cup of ale, and whatever company he could find for the night. You did not blame him, finding yourself at the mercy of ale from time to time, but wondered why he squandered his talents on such wasteful hobbies so often.

"Please don't let me stop you on your journey Gudrun, I wouldn't want to slow you down," you began to dismiss him somewhat, feeling a fool for straying so far from the village with so little to protect you. You knew he was one of Uhtred's men, but the company of men was a tumultuous one.

"Not at all, Y/N. In fact, I can think of no better way for my journey to be disturbed," he smiled rather darkly, a tone of strange flirtation in his voice. You assumed he was harmless, relaxing a little as you accepted his compliment. You wanted Uhtred to come behind him at any moment to protect you, but he had his own children and wife to worry about now, so you were forced to remain.

"That's too kind, Gudrun, where are you headed?"

"To Lunden, just on some small duty. It's nothing serious. You should accompany me, lady."

You grimaced at that, knowing what had occurred at Lunden not too long ago. Gudrun seemed pleased at your discomfort. You felt bad for characterising him as a brute, wanting to remain pleasant to him, but you had observed how he was with his women before, often leaving them bruised and in need of comfort.

You politely refuse, wanting to be done with the situation, but then he dismounts from his horse, the poor thing jolting slightly. You watched the animal relax, returning your gaze to the much taller man who now hovered above you, blonde hair cascading in layered pieces around his face.

You stood your ground when he spoke. "Are you sure, pretty? I would not want to leave you out here alone, where any man could claim you for his own," he whispered, forehead practically touching yours as he took a few steps closer. You didn't like what he was saying, cheeks burning with his words, feeling your own brows furrowing. You were perfectly capable of defending yourself, or at least you thought you were.

Uhtred's best men and your closest friends, Sihtric and Finan, spent hours with you teaching you basic movements of defence, and when you were in the company of Brida and Ragnar, which wasn't often, you often challenged them to silly fights that you had occasionally won.

You didn't think before you shouted at him, "have the weight of your disgusting balls dragged your brain down with them? Or did you not hear what I said?"

You realised all too late that you had escalated the situation, watching the surprise on his face grow into anger, stalking backwards as you realised Gudrun's intentions may not have been as pure as you once thought. You didn't want to cause Uhtred any more unnecessary problems or create new tensions, but the way Gudrun was now staring at you reminded you that you were truly at his mercy.

"Those are such vulgar words for a lady like you, Y/N. I could have your tongue for that, but I can think of a better use for it first," he grinned, closing in on you. Your back quickly hit a tree, and you felt an immediate flush of nervousness. Nevertheless, it quickly subsided, and you allowed yourself a moment to breathe, readying your next words carefully.

"What would your mother think of the way you speak?" you were quick to spit in his face, acutely aware of the danger you were putting yourself in, but strangely loving it, "have the women around you not civilised you? Not taught you manners? Or were you raised by wretched wolves?"

Slipping away from under him and past the tree, you had expected to make somewhat of a swift escape, but Gudrun grabbed you before you could even think, his entire hand encircling your arm, squeezing until you felt yourself going cold, a tear making its way down your cheek.

"So stubborn for such a pestilent whore," he returned the favour, spitting onto your cheek as he bared his teeth at you, almost growling, "so stupid. I was taught how to treat a woman, and I will show you-"

Before he could continue, the scene was disturbed by more galloping, and the unsheathing of a sword. You recognised the voice that you heard next to be Finan's, and you resented it.

"Gudrun, what the hell do you think you're doing? Is this what you call being a warrior?" He shouted, immediately dismounting from his horse, sword in hand. He looked at you, eyes swimming in concern for you, which you returned with a scowl. You hated that he had come to your aid, and what was worse, you could see Sihtric coming towards the three of you as well.

Normally, you would be happy to see the two of them, but not on this occasion. The three of you had become incredibly close as things had settled down. Before, they had always seemed too busy, but over the year they had sought your company more and more. But their attention meant a watchful eye was always on you. As Uhtred built his family, you thought you had escaped your scoldings, but to no avail, the two of them always had something to say.

And now they were saving you. As they always seemed to do when you were in trouble. It infuriated you; feeling so inferior to the both of them, hating the way they coddled you as though you were some sort of child. You wanted them to see you as a woman. The whole situation made you act in a way you weren't entirely proud of.

"Finan just leave this, I can handle myself," you yelled, feeling shame run through you as Gudrun still gripped you tightly, not allowing you to go anywhere as you pulled and thrashed, practically kicking him. You wanted to literally sink into the ground when you felt Finan's eyes on you. He stood in all his seriousness, but knowing that he would win this altercation with Gudrun, there was also a hint of amusement.

"I'd listen to the lady, Finan, just leave me with her tits and I'll be finished."

Sihtric, who until now had been quiet, looked at you disapprovingly, which only spurred you on further. You loved him at the best of times, but the feeling of inferiority was eating you alive. You kicked and scratched, watching as Gudrun's sword went from pointing to Finan to pointing at you, its sharp end slightly piercing your arm.

"You bastard!" you practically screamed, but it fell on deaf ears. Sihtric, always careful, stepped slowly to your left, as Finan moved to your right, dominating Gudrun's line of sight.

"Go on, Gudrun, go to Lunden, spend all your money on women as you always do, forget this one," Sihtric taunted, rendering your own words invisible as you saw how Gudrun reacted. It seemed as though you had lost your voice. You huffed, wriggling further in his grip, which caused his sword to pierce you even more, drawing blood.

Finan tutted, looking over the both of you to Sihtric, as though they shared an invisible sort of signal that had you torn from Gudrun in seconds. Now you felt yourself in Sihtric's arms, binding you to him. Finan wasted no time, stabbing Gudrun's leg, leaving him there. He whispered something in Gudrun's ear, most likely a warning not to come back , which you thought was wise.

Just as quickly as he had finished with Gudrun, Finan stormed over to you and Sihtric. You hated to admit that Sihtric's grip was warm and welcome, and relief had you practically melting into him, but you knew what was to come.

"How I've missed your childish insolence," Finan remarked, smiling despite your very obvious scowl. Sihtric, however, was more serious, tending to your arm as blood seemed to pour from it endlessly. "You were naive to think you could take him, Y/N, you should not have further endangered yourself." He was quiet, raising a cloth to your wound, pursing his lips as the fabric quickly soaked into a dark mess.

"I had no choice, what would you have me do? Let him take me right then and there?" you knew you were digging yourself a deeper hole, ripping your arm from Sihtric's grasp, letting the cloth he had been holding fall to the floor.

"You know what Sihtric means. You shouldn't have to reason with him, I know, let's just be glad the prick is passed out." Finan kicked the unconscious body of Gudrun, which rocked, but did not muster. Finan looked at you, sensing frustration. He understood you, that you had been placed in an impossible situation, but they had truly only wanted to help you.

The three of you had briefly explained to Uhtred why he would be missing a man from now on, and with that you avoided Sihtric and Finan like the plague for over a week, much to their mutual dismay.

Both Sihtric and Finan sat on a table outside of the ale house, Osferth off somewhere training whilst Uhtred had gone to help Gisela with the children. Left to their own conversation, which was usually a blessing to the both of them, they began to talk about you.

You who hadn't been seen leaving your own home in days other than to bathe or eat. You who used to wander so recklessly, spending days in fields and forests with whoever you could get to join you.

They missed you pestering them with silly questions of battle and fighting, how you observed them with awe when they told stories of their lives before they had met you. Your innocent eyes no longer lit up in front of them, bringing them a pure sense of life after days of death and destruction.

"I must have left my mind on the battlefield," Finan muttered, Sihtric responding with a quiet grin as he sipped on ale. He knew what Finan was saying; the two of them had gained somewhat of an understanding over the past few days, realising that they both had feelings for you.

"Just what the world needs," Sihtric responded, looking at Finan, "two men in love with the same woman who speaks to neither of them." They both chuckled, refusing to let such a thing come between them.

"Something needs to be done, we can't just sit here like miserable bastards." Finan spoke, giving Sihtric a knowing glance. Sihtric scowled as he usually did, wanting to act entirely irrationally but holding himself back for the sake of everyone in the village.

As if their prayers had been answered, you came stumbling out of your home not even seconds later, in full view of the ale house and the two men you sought. Sihtric and Finan, you mentally scoffed.

Your frustration had been brewing for an entire week now. How embarrassed you had been at your outburst, and at your rejection of Finan's help and Sihtric's aid. You were equally as furious at the constant prominence of men in your life. They were everywhere all at once, consuming you, believing they could take whatever they wanted from you.

But what was even more sickly was that you missed your two friends dearly. Playing stupid games of stones with Finan who laughed at the most utterly unfunny things, and Sihtric, ever the affectionate friend, always one step ahead to ensure your safety. You felt like a fool for not realising that you liked them. You really liked them.

You set your sights on the hall and the ale house, where you knew they would surely be, stomping over as if it were your birthright. Once you saw the two of them sitting outside, you recognised their smiles. Wanting to make that short lived, you struck the back of their heads at the same time, plonking down onto the bench nearest to them.

"Y/N-" Sihtric began, but you held up a finger in his face, wagging it infuriatingly.

"No. You must listen to me. I am thankful for what you did to help me with Gudrun, and I'm sorry I haven't reacted as though I were. I was merely upset that a man felt he could do such a thing to me, and that I couldn't do anything about it without help," you didn't even manage a breath as you continued, "I just don't want to be seen as some kind of incompetent fool that needs to be saved. And what makes it worse is that I wanted to teach you both a lesson by being independent, you slugs!'

"Y/N, breathe." Finan chastised, causing your eyes to widen.

"Shut up and let me finish!" you stomped your foot, aggravated by his pretty smile and the way he seemed to unconsciously reach for the hem of your dress to play with. Sihtric also amused you for a second, his expression one of deadly seriousness as he listened to you intently.

"There's more I could say, but I just think I'd rather we go back to normal," you huffed, slightly annoyed at their downcast expressions, "and against all of my judgements about men, I've found myself pining pathetically for the both of you."

"Well, sorry for inconveniencing you so much, lady." Finan smiled, simply thankful that you were back on speaking terms with them. Your anger sat well within him though, and they didn't want to take advantage of the moment, not when your point was very much valid.

"We will teach you to be a great warrior, Y/N," Sihtric smirked rather proudly, punching your arm, to which you responded with a slap and a request for ale. Looking down at your hands, you briefly missed the longing look that the two men gave you.

Another week had passed, and the two men still hadn't confessed to you of their true affections, but the three of you understood that there had been some sort of shift in your relationship. Uhtred had been called to and from King Alfred's company once or twice, leaving you absent of your friends for a few days.

This didn't bother you at all, in fact, you were somewhat relieved from the break. Gisela kept you busy, with walking and games that Beocca had gifted her, you had even swum once or twice with her, entirely free and content. But when she took up her motherly duties, you were free to roam as you pleased, ignoring all civilisation as you wandered further and further from the village.

It was hours later that you returned, feeling anything but fresh, with some cuts and bruises from when you had decided to climb up a tree to take an hour's rest. Much to your dismay, you were not very good at climbing trees.

You hadn't even been entirely sure where your brother and the others had been sent to, as they were constantly marching north and south for some reason, but you had not expected to see them all gathered in the centre of the village walls when you returned from your own rough excursion.

Uhtred ran to you, picking you up in a forceful hug, laughing at your state. "I see you do not know how to stay out of trouble, Y/N. You limp like a fat man!" His shining eyes were somehow swimming with both excitement and exhaustion, and you returned his affections, realising he most likely needed them.

"I see things went your way this time, Uhtred." you let him hug you for just a little longer, sensing he must have faced great struggle to be so affectionate towards you. "How was everything?"

"Fine, sister, fine. I faced nothing quite as fearsome as you." Uhtred allowed his fondness for you to take over him for a moment, glad to be reminded of home and family. You rolled your eyes, patting his shoulder and letting him return to his children.

The air caught in your throat when you finally saw both Sihtric and Finan, talking casually with a few other warriors in the corner. They were dirty, even bloody, furs and capes draped over their enormous frames, sharp faces laughing as they were finally free from duties for a little while longer.

Finan spotted you first, a smile growing on his face as his arms opened warmly to greet you. He had removed the straps clinging to him, so that his sword fell to the floor. You walked slowly towards them, head tilted to the side when you welcomed Finan's embrace, not wanting to say too much as you felt his grip tighten.

You opened your scrunched eyes briefly to see Sihtric next to the two of you, placing a gloved hand on your head, patting it slightly. You blushed at the way he looked at you, realising you had been staring slightly too long, and that Finan had been hugging you for a while now, chin resting on your head.

Finan took you in, your once clean dress swimming in mud and loose leaves. Your braids unravelling slowly, a tad of mud on your face. You looked like you had gone on the journey with them. But, as he stared into your wide eyes, he thought that you had never looked more beautiful.

"I missed the two of you," you finally spoke, words hanging in the air. Sihtric looked down, grabbing your hand and holding tightly. Finan busied himself by fiddling with your braid.

"We missed you. I swear I saw Sihtric cryin' at one point, poor rat was devastated to leave our weakness." Though he spoke in an amusing manner, his eyebrows remained firm, and his smile did not last. The tension was ripe.

"Hey, Finan was the one telling all the men about you. Uhtred nearly had to send him away," the Dane responded, lightening the tone, but confusing you even more. They had been talking about you as their weakness, missing you, and now they couldn't stop touching you in some small form. Why didn't they just do something?

You knew they were polite men in their own regard, and that it would be up to you to initiate something. But what you didn't know, is that once you did, there would never be any going back. The two men wanted you so desperately; they had been discussing logistically how two men could share one woman forever, and had come to the conclusion that they simply just would. Now they were bursting at the seams waiting for you to say you wanted it too. They needed your confirmation.

"You should both come to my home," you said to them, shuffling your feet in the direction of your house. Gisela had taught you a little something about seduction whilst the men had been away, and you wanted to be the one in control of the situation. For now, at least. "For food, I mean. And drink."

"I never knew you could be such a kind hostess, Y/N." Finan said, pulling Sihtric towards him. You scoffed, squinting your eyes at him which caused him to stick out his tongue, a slight chuckle from Sihtric.

They had been to your house plenty of times, even staying over sometimes with Osferth or even Uhtred when they wanted peace and quiet. But this time, something in the pit of your stomach told you it was going to be different. You trotted quickly as they prowled behind you, already knowing the way themselves.

You felt their eyes burning holes into the back of your head as you stood at your door, the two me hovering over you, heads above you. You fumbled a little with the door, sighing in frustration.

"Take your time." mumbled Sihtric, surprising you slightly. Your face burnt like molten lava, and you refused to look at them. The two men gave each other a knowing look, a sense of unfinished business hovering in the air.

Sihtric's words affected you more than you had realised, his soft, deep voice reverberating in your head. You felt a hand on your shoulder, unaware as to which of the men it belonged to, and before you could control your reaction, a minuscule whimper came shooting out of your mouth.

Thankfully, you managed to regain consciousness for the moment and opened the door, ignoring any consequences of the sickly noise you had just let out. Little did you know, the noise had stirred Finan's cock, and Sihtric had had to take a deep breath to control himself, nostrils flaring.

You were teasing them, and you had no idea. Soon realising you had actually promised them food, you decided to make good on that, telling them to sit down, where some meats and a little fruit and bread were waiting. You took a moment to breathe, unable to focus on anything but their figures as they passed you and made a point of touching you as they did.

After some normal chatter, you realised that they weren't eating. At first you thought the food you had brought to them was sour, but upon further inspection of them, you began to fidget in your seat. They were practically ogling you, Finan's eyes carrying a sort of apologetic lust, whilst Sihtric gazed at you as though he was drunk.

A shiver ran down your spine, which caused you to fidget even more, hands picking at your dress. This movement did not go unnoticed by Sihtric, who took this as the perfect opportunity to initiate what you were all clearly thinking,

"You are cold, Y/N, you should come closer," his lips parted, and he truly felt in this moment that the Gods had gifted him with some kind of angel, as you stared open-eyed at him. He felt himself getting impatient, reaching out to you with an open palm when you stood hesitantly, like some sort of animal trapped between wolves.

Finan seemed to enjoy this, stretching back into the chair as you made your way to Sihtric, accepting his hand, not entirely sure on what to do next. After a moment of lingering, Finan answered your prayers with a simple "Sit, Y/N."

Sihtric groaned when you finally placed yourself in his lap, staring into his dual-toned eyes, unable to keep his intimidating gaze for longer than a second. Though you knew in reality he was a sweetheart, in this moment, he seemed dangerous.

Before you could lower your chin, Sihtric gripped it with his rough fingers, forcing you back up to face him, his other hand sliding down to your backside. He did nothing for a moment, each movement incredibly slow.

Other than the crackling fire in the corner of the seating area, all was silent. You realised your braids had unravelled entirely now, wild hair hanging loosely around your face. You hadn't realised how close Finan was until you saw him behind you, standing above you and Sihtric, a tight grip on your loose hair forcing your face even higher. The way he looked down at you, eyebrows furrowing and seemingly glazed with lust, you almost couldn't take it.

"She likes this," Finan muttered, Sihtric humming in agreement. You gasped when the iron grip tightened, forgetting that you were in the presence of two of the greatest warriors in the realm. It turned you on to no end.

Sihtric took advantage of your open mouth, sliding a finger inside, the others holding your chin still. You sucked on the digit rather insatiably, to your own embarrassment, unable to be satisfied until it was soaked and you yourself were drooling onto his trousers. But just as the moment was getting good, as they always did, they found a way to chastise you.

This had been a long, long time coming.

"You must never ignore us like that again, lady," Finan said, "I mean, could you not have just spoken to us? I imagine that would have been a whole lot easier."

The patronising tone had you feeling mildly embarrassed, but the sickly sort of degradation came with sweet caresses, so you managed to forget your pride for a moment.

Instead, despite the grip in your hair and the fingers in your mouth, you nodded, moaning profusely as your eyes rolled back when Sihtric forced another finger in.

"I'd ask for a verbal answer, angel, but I see that probably won't happen." he observed sarcastically, finally loosening his hold for just a moment, your head lolling to the side, wanting to be closer to the both of them. You were rather ashamed of the mess they had turned you into in a matter of minutes.

The feigned sympathy on Sihtric's face was infuriatingly attractive, so much so that you found it within yourself to quickly nip his fingers as he was removing them from your mouth, earning a genuine smile and a strike to the thigh, which was now exposed as your dress had bunched up.

"We own you now, Y/N," Sihtric finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper, "We both own you. You are our woman to love." That was all the confirmation you needed.

As quickly as you could possibly manage, you were kissing Sihtric, barely remembering to breather as you moved rhythmically on his lap, lips disconnecting and soon returning to a forceful kiss with Finan. You were beside yourself, wild like some kind of animal as you felt Sihtric on your neck and Finan on your lips.

It was all too much, and the feeling in your arms seemed to give way, not helping your case as you began to push the both of them.

"What do you need, love?" Sihtric asked, entirely ready to give you everything you needed. If only you could find the words. You didn't answer as Finan worked some sort of sorcery on your neck, sucking and biting just where you felt the most sensitive. "I should not have to ask again."

Sihtric's eye contact became so strong that you immediately cowered, any snide comments you had exiting your brain for the moment.

"Please, please just do something, take me," you panted, Finan's subtle laughter doing nothing to stop your whining. With that, you were transferred into Finan's arms as Sihtric rose, removing unnecessary leathers and protection, leaving himself only in his tunic. Meanwhile, Finan so gracefully laid you down on the bed of furs, your head leaning against the headboard.

"My lady," he half joked, quick to join Sihtric in the removal of his clothing. You followed their lead, untying the laces at the back of your dress with great effort before letting it slide off, kicking it to the ground.

"God," Finan stood staring at you, at your breasts, watching as your skin reacted harshly to the cold. You were drowning in the furs around you, your naked body like some sort of holy piece that priests would surely covet. Sihtric was by your side in seconds, bare chest colliding with your own skin, ecstasy rushing through you.

"we shall have to keep you like this forever, lady." Sihtric wasted no time in fulfilling your pleas, fingers inside of you before you could react, so filling and long, reaching every crevice inside of you. The welcome intrusion was heightened by Finan's body on your other side, playing with your clit, rubbing over and over until the stimulation became unbearable.

A void inside of you had been entirely filled, and your two friends were now wrapping you slowly around their fingers. A part of you wondered what Uhtred would think, whether he would welcome the strange union or dismiss it altogether, but there was no time for that, not when Sihtric was pumping into you, whilst Finan methodically worked his fingers, making you scream.

"Poor thing," Finan drawled out, watching your trembling frame as if it was pure entertainment. "Should we give you what you want? I think we should." Without consulting you, he simply looked at Sihtric, who seemed to have different ideas.

"I don't think she deserves it, I think that temper needs to be controlled a little more." You flinched as his fingers curled inside of you. Finan gave you an apologetic glance, and you couldn't believe he was listening to Sihtric in this moment . . .

"But!-"

"No," Sihtric mumbled, and Finan saved himself from your glare by hiding his face in the crook of your neck, his finger's methodical patterns becoming slower and slower, delaying your release. You were becoming numb at this point.

"Perhaps things could change if you told us who you belonged to?"

You grunted as you were kept on the edge, feeling constant resistance, and unable to admit your feelings. That was until Finan pinched your clit, and Sihtric slapped your inner thigh, rubbing the red skin as he worked himself in and out of you slowly.

"mmfph"

"Who?"

"Sihtric," you breathed, "And Finan."

"Good," Finan moved now, quickening his pace on the outside whilst Sihtric also followed through on his promise, "good girl".

That was all you needed, the praise making your chest blister and ache. It was intoxicating, being able to come entirely undone beneath the two men, feeling them observe you, kiss you, worship you.

"Our turn now."

One of them mumbled. You weren't entirely sure, blinded by your orgasm, feeling muscles in your thighs twitch as your back arched off of the bed. Before you could even come down, You were flipped onto your stomach. The action was nothing to the two men, so strong they could barely feel the effect they had on you. They made you feel weightless.

Finan couldn't help himself, gripping your ass so tightly you felt like it would bruise. The skin ached when he gave it a small pinch, enjoying your jolt into Sihtric as he kneeled close to your face, petting your hair as he often did, except never in this context.

A kiss to your forehead drew you back into consciousness for the moment, but it did nothing to distract you from Finan's actions behind, his cock now trailing up and down your sex, an agitated grunt coming from the Irishman.

"Good god," Finan muttered, no longer uttering some quip or joke, instead relishing in the feeling of the both of you two against one another. Your softness did something to him, tore deep inside of him; a man so consumed with life of battle did not deserve something so pure, he thought.

On the other hand, Sihtric felt like a God himself. His thumb returned to your mouth, feeding the oral fixation you didn't know you had. "Will you take the both os us?" He taunted you, asking you questions while he filled your mouth. The thought of them both intimidated you, and you shuddered when Finan aligned himself with your entrance, slowly pushing in before you could even think.

"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted like a mad woman, drool slipping past your lips in excess amounts, pleasing Sihtric, whose thumb was soon replaced with his thick cock. It slid straight to the back of your throat, slowly beginning to match the pace of Finan's thrusts.

Though Finan was attempting to be gentle, he did not recognise his own strength, apologising out of habit when you squealed. The sound was muffled by Sihtric's cock, his pelvis now hitting your nose. Both men shared a look above you, in silent agreement, realising this is exactly what they wanted in life. You.

In all of Winchester, nothing had more of a pull to them like you did. Not even Uhtred's command would keep them away from you now.

"Fuck," Finan practically spat, his hips quickening their pace, his long cock coming inside and outside of you, feeling the tightness grip harder and harder until he was nearly coming.

Sihtric equally had his way with you, hand in your hair simply moving you as he pleased, loving the way your tongue lolled out to welcome his cock.

"You are so beautiful, lady." Finan moaned, head facing the sky as if in prayer. It did not take much longer before he was coming undone within you, cursing as he realised he had selfishly come before both you and Sihtric.

Sihtric gave one final stroke before he too came straight down your throat, a choke coming from you as he waited before moving out of you. He decided that he wanted to take you next.

"Swallow."

His final command had you tightening around Finan, disturbing him from his moment of meditation with great force. Gritting his teeth, Finan barely managed to keep his composure as he finally slid from you, both men letting you slump underneath them.

Exhaustion hit you with a sharp thump, and your eyes began to close before you could say anything to the two men above you. Your eyes glazed over as Finan turned you onto your back to face them. They towered over you, Finan smiling, assuring you he was only trying to help when he let go of you for a moment, going to fetch a rag.

"When can we bind you to this bed? I want to keep you here forever."

[m3r1m4r5u333]

I feel like many people misunderstand us, the unhinged, insufferable people with OTPs so. Here's a quick guide into the mind of an rabid buddie shipper.

I'm not clinging to buddie because I fail to see how awesome Buck's bi growth is. I AM BI!!! You think I don't get how awesome this bi character, this story arc, this bi representation is? Get out. Don't tell me, a bisexual how I should watch and experience a bisexual character. I drive my own brain, thanks.

And I know that it's possible to multi-ship. You don't need to tell me that!!

People need to understand that multi-shipping isn't some grand, epic personality trait that always comes with maturity, that the people who don't multiship are just wee dumb babies.

I may sound like I'm 14. I am not. I am very much not. I'm OLD. So old. And guess what that means? I know myself!!! That's maturity, too. And who I am... Is someone who falls hard, and obsessively.

I know I am just not built to be a multi-shipper. I have tried, sometimes. I have tried so hard. And realised, that's just not me. Multi-shipping is never as fun, and interesting or rewarding to me as focusing on my One True Pair. It just makes me feel suffocated, to attempt to like something I don't really find much joy in.

That doesn't mean that I hate the actors or characters who are "getting in the way" of my ship. Nope. I actually often adore the characters and actors, and the writing. I can also see and appreciate what some other character means for my OTP's growth.

Like in this case... Lou, playing Tommy? Not only do I love his acting choices (so funny, so skilled) but he also, he sounds like a lovely guy. I'm a fan!! Also, damn he's fine, I need a bucket for my drool.

And Tommy, the character...? I think the character is interesting - and don't get me started on "problematic", the shaming is futile. I am all in for fucked up, problematic characters. If you don't get why, you should really read some literary classics. Fucked up, problematic characters are art, they make you think, they broaden world-views. My best educators have been the monsters, and I will take this stand to my grave.

Demand for "unproblematic" is demand for censure, and censure is just another form of oppression. Want characters without flaws? Go watch Teletubbies. Ffs, even moomins have flaws. (Of course they do, Tove Jansson was a freaking amazing writer.)

Anyway. The point here is.

I am a mono-shipper. And I love slowburns, I love the romance of them, I get attached to ships. And I'm queer.

But where are the queer slowburns? I have been waiting for a slow-burn queer romance for so long. I CRAVE IT. Getting that, truly, would be queer history, a revolution.

And I see the potential for it in buddie!! The spark, the history, the journey. It has the potential to be the greatest queer slow-burn I've ever experienced.

You think I'd just abandon a ship like that, a slowburn like that, for some fast food, cooked up in what... Two episodes? Pffft. I invest. I am waiting for my roast to cook.

So yeah. I'm not going anywhere. I will watch, and let my freak flag fly, and I will have the time of my life. If buddie never becomes canon? Well so what. I can deal. It's not my first rodeo. Disappointment isn't actually deathly, you know. Trying to avoid disappointment kills hope, and enthusiasm. So yeah, I refuse to manage my expectations. I'm all in, and enjoying this mad ride.

"Well, I'd still take you."

"You think so?"

"I KNOW."

[russilton]

PFFFT GEORGE JUST SOAKED TED THEN ABANDONED HIM WHILE TED YELLED “OI COME ON SON WHERES MY INTERVIEW”

[infamous-if]

You know... the parental/abandonment issues in this story are so prominent. It seems to be a pretty central theme.

So far we have MC with their parents, Seven with their dad, Maya with her mom, Seb with Maya's mom by extension, August and their complicated relationship with their parents, G and whatever the heck is going on there, we've heard a brief anecdote from Vic about her dad... the list is endless, so I have to ask...

Are you okay? Are you good? Do you need anything? A hug, maybe?😭

PFFFT I guess that's just a case of an author's experience coloring their writing. I do struggle writing "healthy" family dynamics since it seems fake to me but I kinda regret giving so many characters such shitty parents. it feels redundant and a bit overused.

and to be fair, Victoria's family is great! she was just trying to search for a rare moment of her father's incompetence to relate to MC because she really wanted to help hahaha

[the-bed-gremlins-reading-list]

if the need arises you could always marry someone in like Europe so you could skidadle out of merica (if your an American citizens that is)

Pffft. So I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you're trying to be funny and not an asshole. Saw this pop up when I realized I forgot to turn Tumblr notifs off on my phone and it felt like it needed addressing.

I probably could leave but I actually do love my home. Texas is beautiful. There is so, so, so much good here and among the people here and good people here I can't abandon that.

I've lived in Europe before and I missed home every single day that I was there even when I was happy and doing some amazing things. I've lived in other states too. They were never home either, though the degree of alienation was different.

I still feel bad for the poor waitress who had to deal with me crying because the tacos didn't taste right and I just wanted to be home for Thanksgiving but I had a paper to write instead. For the store clerks who asked me what I was looking for and couldn't help because the spices I wanted for the recipe weren't commonly sold or had a different name and neither of us knew what the other meant.

What good does trying to flee do anyways? The rise in isolationist nationalism, and the inherent conservativism that goes with that, is a global trend. We're seeing the growing pains of the technological age - but things don't get better if people give up.

Stepping away for a bit lets me heal and gather strength and then I go back to living openly as queer. To hanging out with my friends, to living and doing it well because that is what resistance I can give. To writing of worlds that people like me can live in unafraid or to give those like me in this one a place of quiet and refuge for a few hours so that they have a chance to rest too.

I love my home. And why should I have to leave because other people are assholes? The inability to live comfortably where I belong is a wrong that needs righting. It isn't a sign I don't fucking belong as I am. Anyone who thinks I'm the problem here can go fuck themselves with a rusty saw.

[this-is-fox-speaking]

FANTOCCIO FACTS POST (from screenshots i found in my own interests server)

- His name is italian for puppet, but he pronounces it incorrectly and insists it’s the correct way to say his name if anyone else points it out and says he’s wrong.

- He’s not from Italy, obviously. Goes to show. But Ash imagines he knows a bit of italian. (“Not enough Italian to say his name right.” - Katie.)

- Fantoccio has a pet shark named Sharkspeare! Mentioned in the song at the line “‘Cause Sharkspeare’s looking mean!”

- Fantoccio has to make all his own props, set pieces, clothes, etc in the theatre.

- Would never smoke, and would hate being around it/people who’re doing it actively.

- Fantoccio was made by Ash as a fan OC for the game, and this (as far as I’m aware) is what got them hired onto the game, cause Katie loved their ideas so much.

- Fantoccio is not very good with kids.

- Fantoccio’s favorite food is churros. This came from the fact Ash once had a dream about him infodumping about them cause he loved them so much, so they made it canon.

- Don’t worry, he can indeed taste things normally. No traditional taste buds, but some, nonetheless. Same goes for touch!

- Fantoccio is canonically autistic, having many traits of himself heavily projected from Ash, themself.

- When asked what his meltdown triggers could be, Ash thought that some might be: too much touching, being without his hat, or one of his props breaking.

- Fantoccio likes wearing dresses! Wears them if he feels like it or if the role calls for it, during a play.

- Ash thinks he’d ADORE snow.

- Fantoccio would 100% love spicy italian from subway.

- Fantoccio plays violin!

- Fantoccio would chant “I’m sleeping” when struggling to fall asleep, like his own version of counting sheep.

- He would NEVER say the Earth is flat.

- He’d be the ��How do you do that” of that one keysmash meme, if paired with Barnaby.

- Ash once said that Fantoccio is like Duck from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.

- When doing a personality type test (and actually answering truthfully instead of in character) for Fantoccio, he ended up with ENTJ-T, Commander. Fanto would answer untruthfully on some questions, like if he ever gets insecure (“PFFFT NO THE ANSWERS NO”).

- He can go uwu in the bbu lore, but he’ll hate it. (“THIS IS STUPID!!!”)

- Fantoccio would apparently be a “mac and cheese FIEND.”

- He’d hate pranks (specifically a hand zapper in this case), because they’re unexpected. (“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”)

- This also means he’d never troll anyone, cause he feels above that.

- Fanto would HATE hearing people crack their knuckles, like Ash does.

- Fantoccio loves to carve wood. Specifically only by hand, that’s how much he loves it! He carved the two giant wooden hands used in his battle, but his favorite thing to carve is ducks.

- Fantoccio is very intent on ONLY eating the few foods he knows he likes.

- If he were an ice cream, he’d be coffee flavor! Which is ironic, because Ash has also said that it’d probably be terrible to give Fantoccio caffeine.

- Fantoccio would LOVE chicken nuggets.

- Hates pizza, though. Too greasy and messy.

- Would enjoy having an ipad “a little too much. He would be super confused at first but once he learns how to use it DO NOT TAKE IT AWAY”. (kinda like Peridot from Steven Universe)

- He would like spruce wood in Minecraft, but also acacia “just to look at.”

- Ash adores pirates, so so does Fantoccio!

- He has no nose, so no sneezes!

- Appreciates detail as much as Barnaby does.

- Fanto would love birds!

- Fanto is not capable of curse words. Sad.

- Fantoccio would COLLAPSE trying to lift someone without his powers.

- He stims by patting his face and spinning around. Fidgets with his hands in concepts for his standing idle animations, because he’s uncomfortable with standing and prefers floating.

- He’d favor Murder Mystery!

- His wood is alive and can grow like a real boy! (if you’ve seen my post being reblogged around, lol)

- He lives in the lost city of magic, which is abandoned and overrun my magical zombies who used to be magic users, now with a terrible curse. So he lives mainly in his theatre. He’s not trapped, anymore, like his old story!

- Fantoccio’s powers are based around telekinesis and teleportation. It’s how he moves his body around!

- He used to have a plush toy rabbit he carried around, when he was younger, seemingly. It’s unclear where that went, when he got older.

- Fantoccio’s been locked up in this city for 15 years, since he was 8. Completely isolated (save for those zombies, I suppose)! When Billie comes along, though, he’s so excited to have something new to play with!

- Fanto’s song is inspired by Weird Al. Like 90% of this game is, of course /lh. He was also inspired by the pied piper!

- He’d dislike the idea of seafood. (“He’d be like “Why would anyone want to eat a fish?!” And cover Sharkspeare’s nonexistent ears like “Don’t listen to them!””)

- The red feather in his hat is also used as a pen!

- Fantoccio is a being of pure magic, having an entire magic gem be his whole life source. This means he can use magic endlessly without getting tired (I believe)!

- Fantoccio is 23, he/him, and pansexual.

- His face is made using magic. It disappears when/if he’s magic-less.

- Fantoccio can absolutely feel pain.

- When it comes to nature, Ash said he’d kinda be like Rarity from MLP:FiM, but certain kinds of nature he’d still really love. He’d really dislike walking through the wild or camping in general, but loves things like snow or flower fields. Just depends!

- Fantoccio would main Bowser in Mario Kart.

-In terms of favorite Halloween treats, Fantoccio would like anything chewy and fruity (no chocolate)!

- Canonically wears eyeliner.

- Magic sparks from his fingertips when he’s very excited!

- If Fantoccio was an animal, Ash says he’d be a cat.

- No traditional gross human stuff inside him like others, just wood and sap. “Whatever trees do.”

- His original concept by Ash was him having a purple phantom head, being a ghost in a puppet’s body. This was changed by Katie, I believe.

(feel free to add on if I missed anything! i’ll edit this post if i randomly remember something)

[rocketboots564]

Here is part one of my thoughts, notes, and reactions to Red Versus Blue Season 9 as a first time watcher!

Yes, I have heard the news about Rooster Teeth. No I will not let that stop me from binging this series one way or another!

The rest of each individual season will be posted separately instead of being a reblog of the first post… mainly because I saw how egregiously long my post on season 8 was.

Season 9 Part 1:

Epsilon… what do you mean nobody’s called you “Director” in a really long time? Sir, season 8 was probably just a couple months ago… I think…

I don’t know how much time has passed from S8 to S9

FIRST OF ALL TUCKER, CHURCH IS CABOOSE’S BEST FRIEND

Wait… how can you get winded if you’re an AI. I mean I know Epsilon is in a memory unit, but does that mean he relives everything in a human body too?

It does make sense that Epsilon doesn’t really know how to use a Rifle. Sure, Church (or Alpha? Imma stick with church) didn’t know how to properly use it either, but he did know how to adjust the scope.

“Torqued in my pants” pffft…

WOAH TUCKER?! You did WHAT IN ALONE TIME? WHAT THE HELL’S “ALONE TIME”? 😦

Erm… what the Metal Gear? I unironically love this stealth mission thing. And knowing South Dakota… I wonder how long it’ll take for this to go tits up…

I’m betting five to ten minutes

also, YESS THE BIG BUCKS BUDGET OF ANIMATED CG SCENES RETURNS.

South MY GOD LISTEN UP?! HAVE YOU NEVER PLAYED ANY STEALTH GAME?! Set up the MOTION DECTETORS!!!

As someone who’s had years of experience sneaking past light sleepers in the dead of night for snacks and video games… I could do this better than you South Dakota.

SOUTH THIS IS WHY WE SET OUR SOLITON RADAR!!! I mean motion detectors… sorry I got Metal Gear Solid on the brain

MY GOD THE ANIMATION?! THE TAG TEAMING?! What happened that got South Dakota to eventually abandon North Dakota?

I too could take 50 of them South… in a fight… definitely a fight

Oop I saw that in the background! Who’s that?!

OOH THEY BAITED ME WITH THE BLACK ARMOR! They almost made me think it Tex… it’s actually well… whoever this cyan lady is

Supportive Sarge? He WANTS to hear the blue perspective? He DOESN’T want to command and yell at his subordinates?

GRIF? CLEANING? Actually I could get behind Maid Grif.

“I actually like being talked down to” woah WOAH SIMMONS?! 🤨 real, me too…

I mean… at least Donut’s still kept his accidental yet somewhat intentional innuendos. And, also his diary apparently…

Damn SHUT UP SOUTH DAKOTA! SHUT UP!! NOBODY HEAR WANTS TO HEAR YOUR SHIT!

North? WHOAH ANIMATED FACES?! NORTH DAKOTA WITH THE CLUTCH!!

Medics = bad luck. Honestly… yeah for you guys they are.

THE PHOTOSHOPPED WET FLOOR SIGN AND MOP IS KILLING ME

The ultimate OTP battle: Caboose x Sheila versus Caboose x Email

Listen… Tucker… never in a million years will I ever call you Professor Fuck

Damn the Freelancer Program only has ranked mode? No wonder they’re all assholes

CONNECTICUT? SHE’S CT? Yeah I can see why you’re so mad about your low rank… you’ll get your shit rocked by Professor Fuck of all people. Fuck it… it’s a funny name

So like… you know you’ve got absolutely dogshit rizz when Caboose has a better shot at dating someone than you.

Speaking of which… Caboose is now in my top 5 of the most dateable guys in this show. Like take this quote from him:

“I just really want to meet someone nice. Someone who appreciates me for who I am not so much because I’m pretty but because they really want to get to know me…”

HOW HAS THIS MAN NOT WOOED THE HEARTS OF THOUSANDS?

Tucker has NO rizz…

Oh wow Epsilon, just drop the existential dread on your teammates like that with no warning. It is a damn good thing your teammates either don’t understand it or don’t care.

Huh… seems even in a memory unit in which everyone is different fate still finds a way to make Grif lazy and sarcastic again.

Then again, that’s kinda happening with the rest of Red Team as well, minus Simmons and Lopez

Also, LOPEZ IS BACK! And this time is immediately beefing with Simmons… or rather the other way around.

“I’ll show you who’s likable and funny, and who people like” SIMMONS BABY ITS YOU! YOUR THE ONE I LOVE! YOUR THE ONE I NEED!

I just like Simmons… a perfectly normal amount…

Conclusion: this season already fucking ROCKS I LOVE IT! HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!

[elsweetheart]

this is my first type submitting something so im kinda shy pffft but i luv ur writing so much !! i was wondering if u could write about abby supporting us while gaming ?? i think that would be super cute and she’d get all protective when we flinch cuz the game is too scary.. -🐰(if not taken already)

thx !! 💕💕💕💕 kinda seein this for college!abby

she’d be sat on your bed behind you, watching you sat at your console, your character creeping through dark abandoned hallways. abby hadn’t been concentrating on your game, texting her sports team group-chat about the game coming up — but when a loud sound occurred, your character under a jumpscare fuelled attack she saw you flinch, a frightened whimper quietly leaving you as you mashed at the controls, trying to fight whatever it was off as you sucked in a deep inhale.

tossing her phone aside on the bed, abby stood up, towering over you in your seat. she bent down behind you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling back slightly to look at you, smoothing the backs of her fingers over where she kissed. “baby, if it’s too scary i don’t think it’s a good idea you play. we can find something else for you.” she suggested, voice quiet and smooth in your ear. you bit your lip in concentration, eyes still trained on the screen in concentration.

“no abs. not that scary.” you murmured, distracted. she stood back up to her full height, watching your character walking back through the dark corridor, holding just a flashlight. a few moments went by before you were jumpscared again, jolting in your seat with a frustrated but barely audible cry.

“c’mon, baby.” was all she had to say and you sighed, pausing the game with a pout.

“everyone else has played it.” you complain, sulkily like abby was the one who made the game scary. she sat back on the bed with an understanding and sympathetic smile, holding her arms out to you.

“i know, sweet girl. maybe it’s just not for you, yeah?” she pulled you onto her lap when you approached, smoothing her hand over your hair. you nuzzled into her, urging her to lay back on the bed so you could cuddle properly.

“hm.” you reply, noncommittal. you’d rather cuddle than play that game anyway.

[theoldandnewfirm]

This is a kick in the chest, but it's true. We have "without you there is no world" for Strickler and Barbara's relationship; this episode could/should have been about repairing Strickler's relationship with Jim.

What did you think about Strickler on gravesand?

I feel very normal about Strickler being a feral drama-queen in the rain.

*nervous sweating*

Jokes aside, I do wish the solution to this little problem had been more Jim bonding with Strickler rather than about Barbara still loving him. Love me some Stricklake, but we really needed to see Jim properly reconcile with Strickler to mend the broken trust between them.

[002yb]

one of my fav aus are jason being the oldest robin and dick being catwomans sidekick (or the other way around tbh) like the dynamics switch so nicely with Jason being the oldest, he has no time for resentment- he has his brothers to take care of. Also this au and damien coming early is like my fav thing everr

i’m straying from the original point but Damien immediately taking a liking to Jason and following him around and Jason going everywhere with him, including Dick’s place

Dick and damien fighting for Jason attention?? count me in. Them glaring at at other while Jason is in the middle being oblivious or just being like “chill. just chill i totally thought you guys were gonna get along you’re both usually so nice (to him at least)”

Jason as the eldest checking on Tim at night to make sure he’s sleeping and preaching communication to his brothers knowing damn well he does not know how to

Jason being batman’s cardinal and everyone in gotham loves him because he’s one of them and they stick up for theirs. Also him being the go to to talk to villains because they all have a soft spot for the first cardinal, prickly as a cactus but always sincere in his desire to help them, it’s hard to hurt someone so genuine

this is a half open thought but him being the leader of the teen titans?? the dynamics?? crazyyy

dick getting offended on jason’s behalf when tim becomes cardinal and jason is just like “none of that”

dick and jason being best friends who occasionally have to play fight when bruce and selina are up to their shenanigans

second generation of the cat and the bat ahhhhhhh

basically him just being everyone’s favorite ever (i have a need for my favorite characters to be the best sorry)

Oh~ what a fun AU premise! Usually I prefer Jason to be Catwoman's protege, but I can see the appeal of Dick filling that role. Because like. It lends itself to a dynamic of flirty!Dick/flustered!Jason and I can't say no to that hahaha.

But yes - Dick and Jason becoming best friends over the years. They keep it as professional as the bat and the cat during their night hours. Mostly. Batman is forever exasperated with how it's largely Dick that chases Jason though. And it's easy for Dick to joke about cats chasing birds, but it's Jason that has to answer why later on in the night and Jason is just so embarrassed but petulance wins out so he grumbles, 'well why do you chase her, huh?' And Bruce becomes that meme of a man contemplating life at various locations throughout the manor and Gotham proper.

Oh! Dick is a cat burglar first and foremost. But also something of a Robin Hood with pawning found things to support those that need it. Jason is so taken after witnessing that, though he keeps his knowledge of it to himself. He doesn't think Dick would stop or abandon whatever purpose he's found in helping others, but still. It's such a genuine thing - Jason doesn't want to intrude on it.

But also Dick sometimes joining in on the Bat's vigilantism. Sometimes he's bored and there's plenty to be done so Dick just shows up and gets involved. And Bruce hates it so much, but Dick is good at it. And he works so well with Jason. But Bruce is haunted by Jason's crush and life is OTL

Pffft, I never think of Dick as my favorite but looking at this reply so far it's ahhhhahahah so sorry anon I know Jason is your favorite okay uhhhh~

Alright, nope. In my defense you've covered the Jason bases so well though LOL.

More rambles: the first time they hang out without the cover of the night? It's not a date, Jason swears to Bruce. But Bruce is still so miffed over it all because Jason is babygirl (later in life, Dick will snicker because 'you bet he is [babygirl] ԾᴗԾ'). Anyway, first hangout? It's casual. It's nice. Do they get into trouble? Of course, but they're not caught, you know? And Jason wouldn't say that Dick is a bad influence. The casual pickpocketing is on choice marks and it goes to good causes and Jason's morals have always been more grey than Batman's, so. Dick picking Jason's wallet only to leave a flirty note in it for Jason to find later AHHH. It becomes a thing. Most often they don't catch each other, but sometimes they do and that adds to the fun and playful and youthful flirts.

Leaving off on Damian here because omgggggg I love any AU that puts Jason and him in one anothers' orbit asap. Damian imprinting on Jason, too? Sign me up. Peak content.

So yes, Jason's still older when Damian comes around. Dick and he aren't anything official, per se, but there's commitment there. And yeah. Dick fully anticipating a cozy night in with this boy he's adored for years only to open the door and see Jason standing there holding the hand of some kid and like - what?

'Is he mine?' A weak joke to convey his confusion. Which Jason rolls his eyes at because 'not this time.' And Dick knows Jason is oblivious so he's made a joke about Dick philandering with someone else, but uh. No. Never. So Dick snickers and makes it clear that he was talking about Jason with a casual, 'well, whenever you're ready.' Which makes Jason flush in that way Dick likes so much. But Dick can't even really enjoy it because he abruptly realizes, 'wait, is he yours?' Not that it'd be a big deal, but what?

Brother, Jason explains and huh. Yikes. Dick will have to check in on Selina. This is - news.

Damian giving Dick the most dour of looks because contrary to his young age, he understands Dick's 'unsavory' intentions. Dick recognizing the fire of competition in the set of Damian's jaw and aw, fuck.

Especially at the start where Dick's place in Jason's life is threatened/forcibly changed without warning and Damian is still so damn young - it's tough. There's a lot of jealousy and animosity and it's both comical and exasperating. As Damian gets older and everything settles though, things get better. Dick and Damian still get competitive and ornery with one another, but it loses its edge. It becomes their dynamic.

And Jason is just so, so adoring of this man that fits himself into Jason's life so well despite all the hassles and troubles and drama being with a bat brings. ˉ̞̭(′͈∨‵͈♡)˄̻ ̊

Very much a side note: saw in a post somewhere with a concern about Jason's alias changing to 'Crow' and like. Valid. But it'd be really cute for an AU like this where he still works with Batman but isn't actually 'Robin'? Right? Idk the vibe is cute. The angst with Joker making a joke of beating Crow with a crow-bar is also very tragic in this sort of timeline.

[fizzyginfizz]

New

For @hinnymicrofic - Prompt 11 - "New"

Fact: Ten was obviously old enough to stay home alone.

Fact: There was absolutely, undeniably, no point in being dragged all the way to King’s Cross to suffer sibling abandonment without a consolatory trip to Fortescue’s afterwards.

Fact: Due to an - ahem- unfortunate incident involving a weathervane, two buckets of unpasteurized milk and a clay pigeon, neither was an option. She was grounded.

No ice cream, no home alone, no reprieve from the September 1st routine.

“Now, what’s the platform number?” her Mum asked, as she asked every year Ginny had been alive.

“Nine and three-quarters!” Ginny piped up with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. It was sucking up, yes, but sometimes her Mum forgot precisely which child was grounded. Banana mint ripple fudge could still be on the menu, if Ginny played it right. “Mum, can’t I go-“

“You’re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet....“

Blatantly untrue. There was no age minimum for ice cream. Even toothless infants could eat ice cream.

However, “be quiet” in that tone meant Mum remembered perfectly well who was grounded.

Stupid weathervane. Stupid buckets. Stupid pigeon.

Stupid swarm of grumpy bees.

“Excuse me.”

Startled at the sound of a cleared throat, Ginny peeked around her Mum to spy a thin, dark-haired boy wearing round spectacles and a hopeful, yet nervous, smile.

A hand-me-down gray shirt hung on his bony shoulders. But Ginny watched those shoulders straighten as he bolstered his courage and stepped forward with an expression that was half-cautious, half-determined, half-shy and half-something-Ginny-wasn’t-entirely-sure-she-could-define, having run out of halves.

Someone must have cast some sort of hex, because everyone was suddenly moving in slow motion.

And Ginny was fairly certain no one was speaking English anymore.

Also, why was she hearing an orchestra of violins?

Huh. Her Mum’s mouth was moving, the boy’s in response.

Fascinated, Ginny ducked to peek around his spectacles to see the color of his eyes. Which was a little weird because who cared what color eyes he had? They were eyes. Their purpose was to keep a person from bumping into stuff.

Oh.

Ginny swallowed the lump that had apparated into her throat.

Green.

Flash-bang-wallop, and green slammed straight into Ginny’s stomach. Had to be magic involved, to make an amorphous color punch her in the gut like that.

Also, she couldn’t breathe. Apparently his green eyes had busted her lungs.

The boy thanked her Mum and ran through the wall.

Jolted into motion, Ginny snatched her Mum’s hand, yanking her along in pursuit.

However, there was so much bustle on the platform, Ginny lost sight of the messy dark head. Releasing her Mum’s hand, she weaved her way through the trunks and the owls, the goodbyes and hellos, the laughter and hugs as she jumped up and down, trying to spy the top of that messy dark hair.

But all she found was the twins. Talking. Blah-blah-blah, “Guess what?”

Wait, was that a bit of messy hair through one of the train windows? Ginny bounced on her toes, trying to peek inside.

More-blah-blah-blah, “--ry Potter!”

With a gasp, Ginny realized life had gifted her an opportunity, tied with a fat red bow. “Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him?” Buy into the ruse, Mum, buy into the ruse. “Mum, oh please…”

Sure, gawking at Harry Potter was a rather flimsy excuse to climb aboard and track down the green-eyed boy before he disappeared off to Hogwarts for a year, but…

Ginny froze.

…wait a moment…

Ginny frowned as Fred and George’s ”blah-blah’s” truly sank in.

That dark-haired boy was Harry Potter? THE Harry Potter?

No way.

Pffft.

That made no bleeping sense at all.

Under duress, Ginny might grudgingly admit Harry Potter may have aged. Still, Harry Potter was a cherubic baby so full of shiny goodness it couldn’t be contained by mortal flesh in the face of evil. Harry Potter’s virtue and righteousness shot out his baby eyeballs and fried the dark lord with holy fire held within a golden halo of Galahad-like innocence.

Also, Harry Potter? Blonder.

Then, the whistle sounded.

“No,” she breathed. It was too fast, too soon. He was leaving; they were all leaving.

The train began to chug, and Ginny raced down the platform, her panicked gaze flittering from window to window, knowing that something momentous had just happened, but not sure what it was or why she felt like something vitally important was fluttering just out of her reach, like a snitch that was too fast for her second-hand, borrowed broom.

But then, a messy dark head stuck itself out one of the compartment’s lowered windows.

Without meaning to, her arm shot up, and she waved. Maniacally. Frantically.

He smiled, and the sun came out.

She didn’t know why, but that smile made her cry. It made her laugh, too and she ran alongside the train, waving at his smile laughing and crying at the same time like a lunatic. Seriously, like someone who belonged in an asylum where they fed the inmates nothing but watery gruel because they couldn’t be trusted with forks.

And when the train disappeared into the distance, Ginny stared after it, left with a feeling that was weird and exciting and debilitating and uplifting all at once.

A feeling that was breathtakingly new.

[somethingclevermahogony]

OC Questionnaire

Thank you for the tag @phoenixradiant !

My questions:

1. How much of your parents do you see in yourself? 2. What's the longest trip you've taken, and why did you take it? 3. (addressed to their best friend): What's the funniest thing they've ever said?

Your Questions

1. What was your favorite toy as a child? 2. What makes you laugh every time you see it? 3. Who is the most annoying person you know?

How much of your parents do you see in yourself?

Narul: "Which parents? Bira raised me...I hope I'm like her she's caring and patient. But I never met my birth parents. I know my mom was a priestess...but she's dead. I don't know who...or what, my father was."

Ninma: "Oh oh oh! I've got my mom's hair, and her nose, and look see my eyes look like hers too! I'm also short like mom, but maybe I'll get tall like my paba! I'm brave and Narul says I'm loud sometimes...just like my paba! But...I think I'm better than him too. He hurt people, he hurt Narul. I would never do that."

Otilia: "Hmm, can't say I ever got along well with my mother, but I see more of her in me than I would like to admit. We're both argumentative that's for sure."

Zatar: "I see nothing. My father was a coward and a failure and my mother abandoned us. We share nothing."

Akard: "I never knew my mother. She was a servant in the Fapacha's court, she was dismissed after my birth. As for my father...I suppose I see parts of him in me. I can certainly see our family curse." He holds up his raw and rash covered hand. "But beyond that, I like to think that I am a better man than him, certainly a more ambitious one."

Istek: "How much of my parents do I see in me? I barely remember them! Do you know who long its been? I barely even sound Makoran anymore."

What's the longest trip you've ever taken and why did you take it?

Narul: "Erm, does what's happening now count as a trip? I fled Labisa because of the coup. Before that the only trip I can remember was a hunting trip with Hutbari, and that was only a day away from Labisa."

Ninma: "This one, cuz I didn't wanna die."

Otilia: "The trip I took to come to Kishetal from my homeland in Kalmanati. I wanted to get away from my husband and visiting some foreign festival seemed like a good excuse."

Zatar: "I followed my king from Labisa to Chibal."

Akard: " I was raised in Apuna, but I have returned to the birthplace of my father here in Labisa. The journey by rivers and sea took many days, that was the longest single trip I have ever taken."

Istek: "Pffft, I've sailed from Chibal to beyond the edge of the Kronatic Ocean, where the world ends and the ocean stretches into eternity. I went so far north that I came to the place where the water freezes and becomes ice, where giants still roam, real giants, not like Narul."

Who is the most annoying person you know?

Narul: He glances at Ninma but doesn't say anything.

Ninma: "My tutor...actually..." She frowns, "He might be dead now."

Otilia: "Wadikir. I have no doubt, pompous and arragont, an annoying blight of man."

Zatar: "The nobility, all of them."

Akard: "I can't say. Perhaps the son of the Fapacha, I saved his skin a number of times but the fool is incapable of showing gratitude."

Istek: "The most annoying? That's easy! Me! Hahaha!"

Tagging @roach-pizza , @kaylinalexanderbooks, @abalonetea, and whomever.