#(except the last two which i put at the bottom bc of the first tag)

[woulddieforloki]

underrated marvel artists everyone should follow right now, an incomplete masterlist in no particular order:

@sambesketching (mostly marvel; also my bestie)

@drawnbythestream (mostly Loki)

@moopzies (18+, mostly Thorki)

@kytsos (mostly Sylki)

@guiiarts (not all marvel-related but there's a lot of 👌👌👌 Marvel art)

@ktrew (mostly frostiron)

@gabusartwork (mostly marvel)

@golikethatcat (mostly Loki)

@ghostly-lee (mostly Loki but a lot of other marvel characters.)

feel free to add more! promote your faves (and yourself if you're a marvel artist!)

[baahsu]

in my thinking about yonjis absurd strength era so woe yonji focused vscest appreciation post be upon ye

or more so specifically appreciation of how *easily* he could overpower pretty much all his siblings?? the only one we've seen be able to injure him in canon is sanji so he might be the exception but yk sanjis too much of a bottom to really fight back anyway lol

just. hear me out. yonji wanting to fuck a certain sibling and just.. looking at them for a moment before walking over to them, effortlessly picking them and then hauling them to the nearest private area. like imagine the first time this'd happen!!!

timeline wise he'd probably do it to niji first?? maybe yonji was watching niji flirting with a few service girls and then got unknowingly jealous- leading to him walking over and picking up niji in one arm, hauling his ass over his shoulder and bringing him to one of their bedrooms. niji was probably beating his hands against his back the whole time- face red, voice high pitched with embarrassment, and punches getting more and more aggressive until he was thrown onto a bed and *forced* to shut up.

idk i just think yonji should fuck niji dumb sometimes to get him to shut his noisy ass up 😌😌 niji deserves to be edged and teased to tears- not get fucked into oblivion- but hes hot as a bottom so ig he gets a pass. by the end of it i doubt he could talk, too high on good sex to form anything coherent… bimbo energy…

cant decide if reiju or ichiji would be next timeline wise but I'll go ichiji so reiju can start The Whipping post wci <3<3

but even saying that idrk what scenario would lead yonji to picking up ichi… uhhh hmm maybe… post 14ji mission the two r alone together and ichiji takes off his raidsuit in front of yonji, leaving him butt ass naked (a common occurrence that happens btwn the siblings even pre when they started fucking lol) and yonji is suddenly struck with the Vinsmoke Horny Gene™ which leads to him robotically walking over and picking ichi up :))

methinks yonji would pick ichiji up by folding his hands under his ass and trusting ichiji to wrap his legs around his waist (which ichi does, all while looking through his shades at yonji like "??" bc while hes not complaining/worried he IS confused lmao) this eventually leads to yonji carrying ichiji to the nearest bed, setting him down and just start *ravishing* him. by the end of it they're both numb (in a good way) and panting and ichiji looks over and says "Why didn't you just ask?" with yonji replying back w something along the lines of "Idk actually, you're just really hot." ichijis satisfied enough with that answer :]]

OKAY wci and sanji next <3<3

this ones easy for me- germa/124ji get sanj back and ofc immediately start wanting to fuck him upon seeing how hot hes become and sanji, while admittedly VERY confused and frightened, is like 'sure??' cause 124ji is hot and sex is sex lol. so sanjis walking (more like limping am i right :3c) around germa maybe a day or two before arriving at wci and yonjis just struck with the need to fuck him and fuck him *up* before he loses the vinsmoke name. so yonji walks over, throws that pretty boys ass into a firemans carry, and laughs as sanji is unable to fight back with his legs in that position.

yonji just drags him to a bedroom and throws him down before continuting to make sanji see stars- both because sanji looks good and pretty moaning underneath him and also bc this is kinda yonjis own fucked-up-horny-way of apologizing for all the bs he and 12ji put him thru. fuck away the trauma fahjkhjkklsas.. by the end of it sanjis only half conscious- covered in hickeys with a steady stream of blood coming out his nose and a stupid doped out smile on his face.. yonji likes that look on em

aaand last but not least mommy reijuuu <3<3<3

admittedly this one is more fluffy than smutty but 0&4 dynamic have a very specific place of joy in my heart so let me have this lol. so reijus out tryin on new clothes, yonji tagging along as her pack mule bc she promised him a reward 👀 for doing so, but as she walks out to keep showing off the outfits shes trying on (yonji just says they all look hot on her lmao) yonji eventually notices a creepy looking group of guys eyeing her up. now ofc reiju can take care of herself but.. whenever one of the dudes eyes linger too long on reijus ass whenever she walks out in a mini skirt well thats just too far for yonji. he straight up walks over to reiju, (gently) picks her up bridal style, and punches the douchebags through the wall on his way out. no they didnt pay for the clothes but the hells the store owner gonna do?? contest the man who put a hole in his wall??

anyways yonji carries her all the way back to a germa ship and only sets her down once they're alone and secure inside a bedroom- and reiju is IMMEDIATELY on him the second he puts her down (she could've gotten out of the hold anytime mind you- it was just a really sweet gesture so she didn't want to <3) her littlest brother?? showing concern for his nee-chan??? oh he deserves a reward :)) (his reward is being teased touched and ridden until hes screaming and drooling and laughing like a sex drunk idiot <3<3) what can reiju say?? that was a big step in yonjis journey of being able to Feel ofc she was gonna spoil him for a day ;]

HHAHA8AGIAH I PUT THIS IN A WORD DOC AND ITS LIKE OVER 1K WORDS LONG I AM SO SORRY 🙏🙈🙉

NO DON'T BE SORRY THIS IS THE BEST YONJI RELATED THING I'VE EVER READ EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS PERCEFT AND HOT AND DID I SAY PERFECT????

And it's even better because by the end he's starting to feel and omgkdjfksdfj but everything before that was so incredible too, his dynamic with each of the siblings was so accurate to me, I've never read 1k words so fat in my life, I WAS DEVOURING THIS

Niji being sort of tamed by yonji is incredibly hot, ichiji 100% trusting yonji is incredibly hot too, sanji having that starstruck look on him while covered in his nosebleeds is also incredibly hot and so reiju rewarding yonji. I'M ON MY KNEES OVER HERE, THANK YOU FOR THIS MASTERPIECE

[nerice]

holding out hands. do you want to talk about any oc couples you have. or polycules or situationships or anything of that ilk.

ask answer time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at long last. linking my oc page at the top bc i will throw out some names w/ varying context :3

also prefacing this by saying that the ultimate oc ship of all time is qs (queenshipping) aka jumie/reina alas i talk abt them all the fkcin time so let's gearshift and do smth else for once ! let me introduce you 2

[the polycule] tm. relationship for the ages, mostly bc it takes an age to reach its final form lol. details under the cut >>>

noah/garvith

dragon god x serpent deity in all their beastly glory (this is before noah acquires a human form) during the war, they spend most of their off-duty time curled into ridiculous shapes having deep talks abt nothing and everything. goes bad when garvith flees a crucial battle, leaving reina to die & noah swears 2 put him 2 death over this act of cowardice. garvith spends the next century in hiding until he meets avery nd takes refuge in her body; which is all good and well until noah runs into avery during an unrelated mission and can't keep his eyes off her for. some reason >:) enter:

noah(avery?)garvith, messy tag here!

avery is ur average angry teen caught up in the middle of the fallout of whatever fucking romance those two had going on. esp bc noah+garvith, now both in human bodies (noah's held together by duct tape nd garvith thru avery) ARE NOT IMMUNE TO PHYSICAL DESIRE AS IT TURNS OUT nd avery (aro) sits in the crossfire like????? What!! Is Going On when she starts blushing like a schoolgirl over noah lmfao. sorry prince. usually she nd garvith are amiable w/ their body sharing but garvith does sleepwalk pilot her a few times to steal kisses from noah who is victim 2 his bad vein of hypocrisy regarding duty vs. desire lol. all of this ends winningly ofc when he stabs avery/garvith mid-kiss. amazing, everybody was hurt in the process of making this joint. let's take a detour

devon

local wolf guy who has fuckall 2 do with anyones god business. simply falls in love at first bite (bitten) with avery, who has so many other problems at that point, including inheriting a thousand years worth of memories from garvith & going thru a little ego death bc she cannot cope with the grief of it all. might selfishly have kissed devon at one point in an attempt to be someone she's not which cements his crush & dooms them all to drag out this stupid little charade into another book, where we get to >

noah/devon

who start out on the worst terms (romantic rivals for avery/garvith. who is simply Done With It on both ends f) but in the little space of reefair where avery has dropped off the map completely, noah+devon end up living in the same house & get pretty buddy buddy. devon is the first person noah trusts with the secret that he is a god, and devon has a phd in being a whore instead of going 2 therapy so they have a good time, as we say on this main blog where content restrictions apply. :)

anwy let's bring this baby home. ive talked abt court of the dragon before but the tldr is; noah dukes it out with his vengeful other ex that until now ive omitted. which is a shame bc damia is my fav oc, but the endgame is this:

noah+damia end up in a dual body consciousness situation a la pandora hearts, with one body stuck at the bottom of the ocean in dead world space & the other able to move freely, with the two of them having 2 play real nicey with each other taking turns who controls which body. by then avery has sort of rejoined the polycule (when she's not out adventuring across verses w/ lucie) but in an all members present scenario u get:

the polycule [tm]

avery, more or less serpent at times, trading affection & bite marks w noah/devon except like. sometimes noah is damia and damia doesn't rly fuck with the polycule situation bc he hates everyone involved but also loves to fuck with the polycule bc he is a goddamn bastard. i don't know what's going on here either but it's extremely funny send tweet

((((((bonus. ask jumie how she feels about her son sometimes giving damia head by association LOL)))))))))9 revolutionary vectors of psychological dmg here

[justsomerandomweirdo]

so i was going to write this in the tags but i've ended up cackling over my own bullshit because this is absolutely fucking ridiculous and there's way too much to just leave in the tags or a reply so sorry for the long post but here we go

first things first: i have only ever published one fanfic on ao3, so if we're only counting published fics then yeah sure 'untitled' i know what that one is it's the dumb jasico thing i wrote in like 2015-2016 which was like five sentences long or smth, the answer is yes

if we're counting the APPARENTLY OVER A THOUSAND unfinished unpublished word documents currently languishing in my 'Fanfics and shit' folder, the answer is a resounding No The Fuck I Would Not

holy shit there's so much going on here

so I've gotten slightly better at titling fics since the days when i would just call things 'bleh', 'oop de doop', 'wtf' or 'wtf au the fuckening pt 3', and now actually call these word documents (which will at best hold my attention for about three days and more commonly less than a single day bc i can never fucking stay focused on anything long enough to finish it) things like 'archivist sasha is good though', 'no eliot then' or 'sighs in self insert'

naturally those are still pretty vague so there's still enough confusion that i have to keep them in specific folders and sort by date modified rather than alphabetically, so i can see what fic came before 'that but more elusive' or 'that but Wit earlier and less assassining' or 'more spy though' or 'more nervous though' or... yeah

but at least i have the folders organised, you say! ahahahahahaha, no, no i do not have the folders organised. these folders are a mess of fics organised vaguely by vibes and fandoms, not helped by the fact that the majority of them are crossover fics for fandoms with very different vibes

for instance: where are the Alex Rider fanfics? yeah that's a very good question let me check. okay so the non-crossover fics are in the surprisingly helpfully named 'alex frickin rider then' folder, which lives in the 'dumb thing' folder inside the 'boop' folder. The 'boop' folder is actually for Foxhole Court fics - or no, it's specifically for crossover fics where Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender joins the Palmetto State Foxes, there was another barely-used folder for non-crossover aftg fics which i think just has in it like an au where Neil was a Raven or some shit, but I was simultaneously hyperfixated on Zuko and aftg for like quite a while so there's uh. Like well over two hundred attempts to figure out how putting Zuko on this terrible fucking sports team would go. Anyways, back on task, the 'dumb thing' folder was like few OC (really SI) type things bc i decided i had made my boy zuko suffer enough (and i should suffer instead), and the alex rider folder got put in there bc vibes. it makes sense in my brain i swear

anyways so where do the alex rider crossover fics go? good question, i think i know most of them but let me check! so the aftg crossovers are in the 'back to exy' folder in the 'alex frickin rider then' folder, there's a single really dumb hp crossover idea in a different subfolder called 'aaargh' about Julia Rothman having a magical child which will never see the light of day so long as jkr remains on her bigoted bullshit, and then we have to leave the boop folder entirely to search out the remainder. oh lmao i forgot what was in that 'sigh' folder hey i just found a foxhole court/mistborn crossover idea that literally only exists bc i thought of the sentence 'Ash fell from the end of Neil's cigarette' like hot damn that references the opening lines of both books if only i had a story to go with it, wait what was i doing oh yeah alex rider fics... okay so i think all of the rest of them are leverage crossovers and uh. so uh. so okay all the leverage fics live in the 'why' folder i think, except for that one crossover i just found in the 'leverage' folder at the bottom of the 'this now' folder which is for pjo fics, and the 'why' folder isn't actually for leverage it's for mistborn, but its where the leverage fics live in another 'leverage' subfolder bc heist vibes, except that subfolder is actually for mistborn/leverage crossovers and there's a 'modern' folder in that which is where the regular leverage stuff goes, except that's only got like two things in bc why have regular leverage when you can have 'eliot worked for scorpia before moreau' leverage, like seriously you know that bit in that warehouse scene where eliot shoots the guy behind him without even looking yeah now think about that bit in the stormbreaker film where yassen shoots that guy behind him without even looking you can't unthink it just accept Scorpia!Eliot into your hearts. so yeah there's an 'alex rider crossover then' folder in that - oh lmao there's another 'exy' folder in here the aftg fics are everywhere, but like jean moreau should clearly definitely be related to damien moreau that's just common sense and if we assume stormbreaker does in fact take place in 2001 then alex is the right age to join the foxes around 2005-2006 either the same year as neil or one before and you can actually do a fun thing with The Inside Job if you say that Wakefields actually used to be called something else before a merger with Greenfields, that evil gm wheat company from Crocodile Tears, so alex could be... (i continue infodumping about this nonexistent three-way-crossover, and a camera slowly zooms out to show me sitting alone at the center of the venn diagram of aftg fans, alex rider fans and leverage fans. a tumbleweed blows past)

anyways i think the best organised folder is probably the 'spoopy' folder which is for magnus archives stuff, im pretty sure no tma stuff has actually found its way outside that, though there are more crossovers inside naturally. there's a 'pjo crossover nonsense now' folder which is reasonably self explanatory, most of the barely-started fics in there assume Jonah Magnus is a son of Athena trying to escape death by creating his own new pantheon, then there's a 'cosmere nonsense bullshit' folder which only has one thing in it bc what if Fear was a Shard like can we let Cognitive Shadow Gerry say to Jon and Martin 'so yeah remember when i said there's no gods of love or hope or indigestion yeah actually turns out i was wrong there's a whole bunch of them actually it's pretty great', and on the subject of letting Gerry have nice things there's yet another fucking exy folder, called, 'tfc folder too big so crossover goes here' because Gerry can would and should be a Fox. lmao just imagine the moriyamas trying to intimidate him, this man has seen supernaturally induced atrocities your petty gang bullshit doesn't even register for him Riko you idiot, and then the foxes are incredibly fucking confused and concerned when Mary Keay shows up and Gerry's clearly more scared of this little old lady than anything to do with Riko and wait what do you mean she's your mother-

anyways pls remind me to go ask a doctor about adhd diagnosis bc i would like to maybe be able to finish writing a single thing in my life like ever

fanfic writers: if you were shown nothing but the title of one of your own fics, do you think you would be able to remember which one it is

[thewhumperinwhite]

And Then You Kill Me, Part 1

hey, it’s been a hot minute, huh?

been sorta Going Through It, so uh... Vampire Time, featuring Art and Karim from FBI AU. (Though, for the record: this is their original incarnation, hence why fbi au is Called That.)

I’m gonna tag @whumpitywhumpwhump and also @sweetheartblue bc Karim is... her oc once removed, basically, so if you like this, Thank Sweetheart

Blanket Warning For This Story: this story heavily features suicide, including multiple suicide attempts.

TW for: attempted suicide; mentioned/”threatened” murder; slight foot whump; implied vampirism; referenced parental abuse; referenced captivity; prescription drug abuse; drowning mention.

----

Art doesn’t know how far he runs, or for how long, but by the time he stops the air smells like salt water, and also his feet feel like they’re filled with glass.

He hasn’t been out of his room for a full month. Or his father’s house for longer than that. There’s a sharp ache in the center of each of his calves, and muscles jumping in his thighs; he hasn’t used his legs for much of anything in weeks. He hasn’t even paced back and forth within the confines of his room like he did at first. Didn’t even stay on his feet for the entirety of his last few too-long showers.

The maid who let him out is new, at least to his wing of the house. She’s been bringing his meals for three weeks at the most, and collecting the trays after he refuses to eat it with increasingly visible discomfort.

She’s the only member of staff who broke his father’s injunction that no one should speak to him; said “You must eat something” in a soft, accented voice, looking around furtively.

He wasn’t been sure his father had actually given specific orders—thought maybe they all just hated him, or had decided among themselves that he was too much trouble to bother with—but this new girl was so clearly afraid of being caught, just speaking one sentence to him, that he knew his father must have said their jobs were on the line. For a little while he wondered why his father would bother. And then he felt stupid, for still wanting the old man to need a reason for things.

The new maid’s name is Noa. It took her a week to talk to him, and two more after before she felt brave or sympathetic enough to sneak him out.

Which means she probably didn’t know that this was always what he was going to do, the second he was out. Last time he didn’t do it fast enough, and the cops found him before he had the chance; this time he isn’t taking any chances.

Noa might feel guilty when they find his body. He thought about leaving a note—to tell her thanks, and that it wasn’t her fault—but he didn’t want to risk getting her in trouble, if she somehow managed to help him without getting caught.

Anyway, she hasn’t known him very long at all. She’ll get over it before too long.

He hasn’t been to this part of the city before. In fact he’s not sure what part of the city this is; he’s been running through a thick mental fog since he first left his father’s manicured lawn. He makes himself really look, now, blinking in the dim yellow light of the streetlamps.

He’s made it to the edge of the city, near where the river that runs through the center meets the ocean. It’s hard to believe this is the same river where his mother sips martinis and watches races between indistinguishable blinding-white boats (largely captained by indistinguishable blinding-white men, though Art doesn’t have much room to talk on that score, obviously).

Art steps out onto the dock. The wood is damp and rough, ice-cold on his bare feet, but it’s solid, and not very slippery. There’s an old railing along the edge, and he leans against it, wrapping already-numb fingers around the rough metal. The river’s wider here, the city lights on the other side further away than he’s used to. This must be where it starts to open out, stops being the river and starts being the bay.

The railing’s sturdy, but only as high as his waist. It’d be easy to climb over. The water must be freezing, maybe even cold enough to kill him on its own, before he has time to drown.

But he doesn’t know what the tides are like, here. His corpse might wash right out to sea, and then what will have been the point of any of this?

Art pries one hand off the railing—it’s already stiff with cold, and it takes more effort than it should—and puts it in his pocket, wraps his stinging pins-and-needles fingers around the reassuring shape of the pill bottle.

Art closes his eyes, and breathes in. The water smells worse, here—like industrial waste, mainly, with a hint of rotting seaweed. But it doesn’t smell like too-fancy cologne, or any of his mother’s preferred cocktails.

Art figures there are worse places to die.

He’s turning his head, looking around to see if there’s any place to sit or if he should just sit on the ground and lean against the railing—and then he spins wildly on his heel, stumbling back against the railing, his heart stuttering in his chest.

There’s a man standing at the edge of the dock, under the nearest streetlight, watching him.

The man is wearing a full suit, and Art can tell immediately that it’s been professionally tailored and that it’s at least partly silk and for a moment that’s all he can see—neatly pressed trousers and shiny black shoes, with patterns on the soles that leave bruises anyone could recognize if they wanted to, if they looked at Art’s face and throat and hands for even a second—

“—to startle you,” the man is saying, in a blessedly unfamiliar voice, and Art shakes his head, hard, to force his eyes back into focus.

The man is holding his hands up in surrender and looking slightly alarmed, presumably worried that Art is about to swoon at his feet. There’s a red silk ribbon hanging untied around the collar of the man’s shirt, and Art’s father only wears plain black ties.

The adrenaline runs out of Art’s veins in a rush, and this time his knees actually do give out on him, and he slithers down against the railing until he’s sitting on the damp wood, which is very cold through the thin fabric of his jeans.

The man blinks at him. He has big, long-lashed eyes, over-bright against his light-brown skin. His hair is bleach-blonde, glowing white-gold under the streetlamp; it’s mostly slicked back, with a few curls flopping loose over sculpted black eyebrows.

He isn’t standing on the docks themselves, but his suit—now that Art can really see, it’s pretty ostentatious, satin-shiny in the yellow glow, not something his father would wear at all—looks very out of place above the dirty concrete sidewalk, between two dingy, abandoned-looking buildings.

“You’re wearing a suit,” Art says, before he knows he’s going to say anything.

The man blinks his glow-in-the-dark eyes at him. His lashes are so long they cast visible shadows on his cheeks. He looks at Art, and then down at the suit; touches his own lapel gently with black-gloved fingers, like he’s just remembering that it’s there.

Then the man looks back up at Art, and says, “It’s Boglioli,” in a surprised sort of voice, like it’s a conditioned response.

“Ugh,” Art says, with perfect sincerity.

The man laughs, his full lips parting in a startled grin, and—

There’s something wrong with his teeth.

Art is still on the ground. There’s no sound except the river, behind him, water lapping quietly against wood. Art hasn’t slept properly in days. He’s prepared to believe he imagined it, except.

Except that the smile immediately drops off the man’s face, and his gloved hand twitches up as though in an aborted attempt to reach up and cover his mouth.

Art stares.

It was only for a second. But the man’s eyeteeth were too long, surely, poked down over his bottom lip, like they barely fit in his pretty red mouth.

Art’s ears are ringing. He feels cold, and then too warm.

The man takes a half-step back, his eyes not leaving Art’s face.

Art doesn’t move. He’s been out here in the cold for—an hour. Most of him is freezing, is almost painfully cold, but suddenly there’s heat in his cheeks and his ribcage and the palm of his hands.

He’s feeling something too big to identify. It doesn’t feel like fear.

The man is watching his face very closely.

“What’s your name?” he asks, finally. His voice is low and velvet-soft.

That does sent fear up into Art’s stomach like a knife. He shakes his head once, sharply, reaching up for the railing, ready to haul himself to his feet.

The man holds his gloved hands up again, in surrender. This time when he smiles he keeps his lips firmly together.

“No, alright, my mistake,” he says, smirking. It’s much worse than the grin; more controlled, less real. Art liked the grin better.

He liked the man’s smile better with teeth.

“I just, uh,” the man says, and he gestures toward Art’s feet, folded awkwardly underneath him. “That wood’s so dirty. Your cuts’ll get infected.”

Art’s feet do hurt. He’s run half the city with no shoes, they must be cut to shit. But he hasn’t left a trail of bloody footprints, or anything. Maybe the man can see that his feet are bare, but surely not more than that, not from where he’s standing.

When he leans over, a little, to see if his foot is a horrible bloody mess and he’s just missed it somehow, Art wobbles, and takes his hand out of his pocket to steady himself.

The bottle of pills clatters out of his pocket.

Art’s heart clenches painfully in his chest, and his head swims, and the bottle rolls easily across the wooden planks in front of him. The man takes one step forward, and it taps casually into the toe of his shiny black shoe.

The man picks the bottle up, frowning down at the label.

Art stumbles forward, onto his knees. “Give that back.”

“What is it?” the man says, voice nothing but curious. He’s reading the label. Art wants to tackle him and rip it out of his hands.

“It’s mine,” he says, and now he’s almost yelling. “Give it back!”

The man takes a step back, startled. “Huh,” he says, blinking down at Art, who is now kneeling practically at his feet. Art has no idea what kind of face he’s making.

“Really,” the man says slowly, and makes a show of squinting back down at the label. “This says… Honoria Lange, is what it says.” He raises a perfectly-sculpted brow at Art. “That’s you, is it?”

Art wants to rip this guy’s head off. “Maybe it is,” he says savagely, and reaches for the man’s hand; the man laughs and dances easily out of the way. “Give me my fucking pills back—"

“Oh, relax,” the man says, smirking again. “Seriously, what are you so desperate to—” He trails off, frowning down at the bottle. “…Huh.”

The man looks down at Art, thoughtfully.

“These are—what, sleeping pills,” he says slowly, and tips his head, like a curious dog.

Art’s stomach clenches painfully.

“Hey,” the man says. “Are you—”

Art throws himself to his feet.

This isn’t as good, Art thinks, while he swings his foot onto the lowest bar of the metal railing; they might not find his body for weeks, might not find it at all, he might die for nothing, but he won’t go back, he won’t go back to his father’s—

“Hey—Don’t!” the man yells, and he grabs Art by the hood of his sweatshirt, and yanks him backwards, off the railing.

Art gasps in a painful panicked breath and kicks out at the man with his bare, bleeding feet, aiming straight for the testicles; the man moves easily out of the way, not letting go of Art’s hoodie; Art overbalances and falls backward, just catching himself my scraping his hand bloody on the concrete at the bottom of the railing.

“Shit,” the man says, reaching for Art, and Art flails at him, wants to push him away, or to scratch out his shiny glass-marble eyes, or—

The man catches Art’s wrist easily. He’s leaning over Art, now, with one arm braced beside him, and holding Art’s arm; Art’s hand, his wrist in the man’s glove fist, is very close to the man’s face.

The heel of Art’s hand is cut open; a drop of blood trails down over his pulse point, and disappears into the fabric of the man’s glove.

The man’s pupils visibly dilate. When his lips part, his fangs are even more visible than before, like they barely fit inside his mouth.

Art feels his own lips part in response. Feels his fear—he’ll stop me he’ll call the police he’ll drag me back please no please please I’ll do anything—shift, pool lower in his belly.

The man is watching Art’s face—their faces are very close together now. He looks Art in the eye and—parts his lips slightly, so there can be no mistaking what they both know Art sees. Then he wets his lips, delicately, with an almost obscenely red tongue.

“Hey,” the man says, and his voice has gone slightly hoarse.

“No,” Art says—and his voice is hoarse, too, an embarrassing croak. His face is hot; he knows it must be red, now. “I don’t want it. Whatever you’re offering, I don’t—uh—”

Art tries to pull his arm back, as hard as he can. The man’s grip doesn’t budge a single inch. Like he could—like he could snap Art’s wrist, just by tightening his fist. Art swallows, his heart fluttering in his chest. His ribcage feels too tight. And now his pants are starting to feel that way, too.

The man studies Art’s face, very seriously. “I think,” he says, and his voice is softer, almost hesitant.

“I think,” the man says, watching closely for Art’s reaction, “that I am offering to kill you.”

[kyidyl]

Kyidyl Explains Bones - Part 4.2

(These are all collected in the KyidylBones tag.  Additionally, this is the second half of part four - please read the first half here, especially if you have questions or comments about the ethics of what I’m talking about here.  I’m going to be leaving that out as this is a continuation of that post.)

Since I’m skipping the talking and ethical statements in this one, let’s just get right into the bones.  As a reminder, this is about race determination in skeletal remains.  

White/Caucasoid.  

Female, front view. (Source)

Male, profile view (Source)

So let’s break this down in an orderly way (I will put the comparisons and stuff at the bottom in an orderly table for easy reference.  Hell, this is partially for my own reference too bc I never remember this stuff off the top of my head.): 

Eye shape and sharpness - This is easiest to see in the front view, obviously.  White skulls that have stereotypically white features will have eye orbits that are technically called “square with rounded edges” (or as we call them in the nail world....sqoval.), but they sit at kind of an angle where they’re higher in the middle and lower at the lateral sides so most of us just refer to them as “aviator glasses” which I think is pretty funny of us.  And although you obviously can’t feel it with your fingers, the borders of the eye sockets will be sharper.  

Prognathism - As you can see from the bottom image, on a caucasian skull there is a low amount of prognathism.  The chin is often behind the spine of the nose rather than protruding.  European skulls have flatter faces, basically.  Although this male has a bit of an overbite so the curve around his teeth is more severe than it otherwise might be.  Generally speaking though, you’ll be able to draw a line from the nasal spine to the chin and not much will stick out past the line and the line will be straight.  The “muzzle” area of the face is less pronounced.  

Nasal Shape - This is actually mathematically determined by a measurement called the nasal index.  It is the ratio of the height to the width multiplied by 100.  European skulls have thin, tall noses, and you can see that illustrated pretty well in the woman above.  

Nasal Sill - On caucasians, the nasal spine aka sticky-outy-bit at the bottom of the opening that you can see in profile is more pronounced.  It sticks out further.  This means that a caucasian skull will also have more guttering behind the edge of the sill.  IE, if you stick your finger in its nose and run it along the bottom of the nasal passage, you will feel a distinct dip. Europeans have a distinct nasal sill.  

Nasal Bridge - White have shorter nasal bones, and so the bridge of their nose is shorter in profile.  It also usually has a more extreme curve in the area inferior to the browbone.  This male actually isn’t a good example of that, because his nasal bones are long for a caucasian skull.  Basically, our noses stick out further.  

Unique skull features - None.  Caucasian skulls are kinda boring TBH.  

Next, we have black/African skulls.  In the US especially this can be a lot harder to determine because of centuries of admixture with the white population: 

This is a front and profile view of the same male, african individual. (Source)

Something you’ll start to notice as we go through this is that Black skulls and white skulls usually have opposite features and asian skulls are between these two extremes (Except for eye orbit shape.  Here it’s Asian on one end and African on the other, with European inbetween.).  If you think about geography here, it kinda makes sense.  Anyway, the skull features: 

Eye orbit shape and sharpness - African skulls tend to have eye orbits that are more square in shape, and often aren’t angled the way they are in whites.  This individual’s are angled though so they’re not super stereotypical of what would be considered characteristic of African eye orbits.  His are fairly square though.  The edges of the orbits tend to be softer and less distinct.  

Prognathism - African skulls are prognathic, meaning that they stick out the furthest.  In this individual, you’ll notice that it isn’t just his teeth that stick out past the line because of an overbite, the entire upper part of the maxilla is curved outwards.  African faces are much less flat than white ones.  The “muzzle” area is more pronounced.  

Nasal Shape - As you might expect, African nasal shapes are much wider and shorter than European ones.  They appear a lot rounder, and this is something that’s fairly unique to them, especially if the individual has very stereotypically African features.  

Nasal Sill - The nasal spine sticks out much less in an African skull - I’ve seen individuals who barely had one at all.  Between that and the prognathism, the bone almost seems as if it stretches, and you see very little silling.  So if you stick your finger up its nose you won’t have a sharp edge with a dip behind it in the nasal passage.  Sometimes there won’t even be a sill at all.  I actually found a really good image of this, but I don’t want to mess up tumblr’s list ordering, so I’ll stick it in below the list.  

Nasal Bridge - Africans have flatter noses, and to accommodate this their nasal bones are longer and the curve that’s inferior to the browbones is much less acute.  Their noses stick out less than that of Europeans’, and it’s something that is fairly consistent in their skeletal remains.  

Unique racial features - Not many, but Africans do have something called a “bushman’s canine���. Now, I’m gonna be honest with you guys and tell you that I STILL have problems identifying this feature.  This is despite the fact that I was taught dental anthropology by one of the dudes who basically came up with these guidelines.  So on the bottom of the upper canines there is a bump of tooth enamel that is more pronounced on Africans than it is on other races.  There’s a grading scale and stuff.  You can read about it here.  Now I found that by just googling Bushman’s canine, but one of the authors (Joel Irish) was my prof, lol.  Here’s a picture of it, but actually the drawing in that paper above is better at illustrating the two opposite ends of the scale.  I added the lines: 

(Source)

In addition, here’s the image showing the nose shape: 

(Source)

African skulls will also sometimes have stronger muscle attachment sites, but honestly there’s a lot of that part of anatomy that’s social so it’s not something you can use to ID them unless you know what they should be for the society you’re looking into.  

Ok, so that’s African skulls done.  Next up, Asian.  As a reminder, Asian and Native American skulls are *extremely* similar.  This is because they share common ancestors.  This is also confirmed by their genetics (Native American genetics are super interesting, but that’s a whole other thing.).  

(Source)

This is an Asian male.  

Eye Shape/Sharpness - Asians and Natives have round eye sockets, and the edge of the socket is of middling sharpness.  In addition, their cheekbones tend to be flatter and wider, so the combination of these things makes their skull shape pretty distinctive.  Personally I find Asian and Native American skulls to be the easiest to ID, and a lot of these features persist through admixture, too.  

Prognathism - Asian/NA skulls have a middling amount of protrusion.  This individual has a distinct prognathism, but it’s honestly hit or miss.  They can have it either way.  Asian cheekbones tend to mitigate the visual effect though so it’s a bit harder to see without specifically looking for it in profile with a straightedge.  

Nasal Shape - As you can see from this individual, the nasal opening is neither as tall as caucasians nor as wide as Africans.  Again, this correlates to what you might expect given their phenotypes in life.  Theirs are the most heart shaped, too.  

Nasal Sill - This is another area where they fall between the “very pronounced” of whites and the “not at all pronounced” of Africans.  This individual barely has a nasal spine at all, but does appear to have something of a sill that would be present if you felt inside the nasal passage for it.  

Nasal Bridge - Same as above, it falls in between the two extremes in shape and length.  

Unique Racial Features - This is why I think Asian and Native Skulls are the easiest to ID.  They have some really interesting racial quirks i their skull anatomy.  First off, they have what’s called a persistent metopic suture.  When we’re all babies our forehead (frontal) bone is in two pieces, and then they fuse.  The suture between the two is then obliterated, IE, completely healed and smoothed over.  In Asians and Native Americans, this suture fuses but you can still see it: 

(Source)

It’s a completely harmless genetic variant that runs in those racial groups.  The second easy to identify feature is shoveling.  On the back of the upper (Maxillary) incisors.  It’s basically just a difference in shape; a border around the back of the tooth.  It looks like this: 

(Source)

And here is the scale we use to grade it: 

(Source - heheh there’s Joel again.)

It’s found on the lower incisors as well, but it’s easiest to see on the maxillary ones.  

The last easy indicator is found along the sutures along the top and back of the skull.  The coronal (arc along the front like a crown), sagittal (top center) and lambdoid (where the parietals fuse to the occipital.  It’s like a downward V on the back of your skull.) sutures can be what’s called simple or complex.  In Africans and whites, the sutures are mostly simple.  In Asians and Native Americans, it’s complex.  What that means is that the wiggly line is so wiggly that it loops back on itself and forms extra small bones called wormian bones.  Sometimes these bones can actually be very large and have names.  Here’s what a skull with small wormian bones looks like: 

(Source)

The bones with the star are the wormian bones, although there are other, smaller ones.  Very large ones are called Inca Bones, after the population they were first identified in.  They look like this: 

(Source)

A and B are examples of Inca bones.  They’re generally a harmless genetic variant.  

Lastly, we’ll address aborigonal features: 

(Source)

This is an aboriginal man.  Aboriginal is a generalized term for any indigenous group, but in anthropology - and from what I can see most places - we use it to describe people indigenous to Australia and the surrounding islands.  The reason why it is only sometimes considered a separate category is that it’s pretty localized, and the differences really come down to some special features.  So here are the main differences you can look for to tell if a skull is aboriginal: 

Large teeth.  Aboriginal people have really big teeth.  There’s no other way to put this, they just...they’re large.  

Very pronounced browbone.  As you can see above, the browbone is MUCH heavier on an aboriginal skull than on any other kind of skull.  This is especially true for males.  

Flatter chin.  It’s called the mental protuberance, and on an aboriginal individual it is less prominent than on other individuals.  

Large occipital bun.  The occipital bun is the bit at the bottom back of your skull where your neck muscles attach.  You can see it in the profile picture in the far right sticking out of the bottom of the skull.  It’s especially pronounced in aboriginal people.  

Ok, so there is one more important characteristic for judging race that I totally forgot to include yesterday, and that’s palatine shape.  The dental arcade is the area of the maxilla that houses the teeth.  Basically the top of your mouth.  And as you, a human person, knows - it’s in the shape of an arch.  But that arch varies in shape from race to race.  And, what your probably don’t know from not seeing a bunch of skulls, is that there are sutures in there.  Between 2-4, but even when you have two they bisect each other and look like 4.  The shape of these sutures also varies from race to race.  Again, it’s a harmless genetic variant that runs in various geographic areas.  However, I’m going to elect to skip it because there’s already a LOT of info in this post and going into it with the depth it deserves would be a lot.  Instead, I’m going to just summarize here for you all WRT the characteristics I’ve listed: 

Eye sockets: White - Aviator glasses, rounded square, sharp edge.  Black - square/rectangle, blunt edge.  Asian & Native - Round, middling sharp edges.  

Prognathism: White - little to no prognathism.  Black - most pronounced prognathism.  Asian & Native - varies between these two extremes.  

Nasal Shape: White - tall and thin.  Black - short and round.  Asian & Native - in-between these two.  

Nasal Sill: White - sharp nasal spine, deep well behind a sharp wall.  Black - Little or no spine, smooth sill.  Asian & Native - Varies between these two.  

Nasal Bridge: White - short nasal bones, more extreme curve.  Black - longer, flatter nasals, a much less extreme curve.  Asian & Native - you guessed it...between these two extremes.  

Unique racial features: White - None. Black - Bushman’s canine.  Asian & Native - tooth shoveling, persistent metopic suture, wormian/Inca bones.  

And that is it! The rest of this series shouldn’t be quite this sensitive with respect to the subject matter.  Tomorrow is gonna be the archaeology of graves AKA how to dig up dead people.  =D After that will be (in no specific order) age determination, height determination, and teeth.  Maybe other things if I feel like it.  If you have questions or requests, don’t hesitate to ask! 

[turinn]

Naive

Ray Blackwell x M!Reader

Summary: An invitation at a party reveals that Luka had no idea you’re gay, and brings up a concern you hadn’t had before. Tags: Crack, fluff, secret relationship, mention of homophobia, alcohol consumption A/N: This is based on a dream I had where Luka and I had this exact conversation and when I woke up and remembered it I nearly threw up laughing. I did actual research for the girls outfit and hair bc im a fashion history nerd. the pocket watch i just thought was cute. Fenrir calls the reader fruity but its okay bc hes gay too god bless Word Count: 1.5k

The party was the usual affair expected of the Godspeed's, an air of elegance- present but not too overbearing- hanging over the large hall. Music drifted gently to your ears as you took everything in, a small smile settling on your face.

You couldn't help but feel a little underdressed. The officers had, of course, kept their uniforms on, but everyone else present was dressed to the nines. You'd thought the suit you wore was lovely when you and Seth had seen it last week, dark blue with a white trim, paired with a pale cyan tie and pocket square. The gold watch that settled comfortably in your pocket had been a gift from Blanc, supposedly made by Oliver to look similar to his own, to commemorate your decision to stay in Cradle. Compared to everyone else, it felt rather simple now, but you pushed the thought aside. Nobody was judging what you were wearing, they were here to enjoy themselves same as you.

"Would you like a drink?" Ray asked, voice soft enough not to startle you too much. This wasn't too effective, as you'd gotten lost in your thoughts, and sort of forgotten there were people around you, but it was kind of him to try. "Oh, yes, please." You smiled at him and a moment later he'd walked off, talking to Sirius about something, leaving you alone with Luka. Fenrir had disappeared to greet his family when you'd first arrived, and Seth was who knows where, but you didn't mind it being just the two of you. Luka rarely came to these, in fact this was the first he'd been to since you'd arrived in Cradle, despite it being your fifth, and you decided someone should stick with him so he didn't feel quite as nervous.

As you turned to say something to him, you noticed a lady making her way over to the both of you, looking rather flustered. Her fists were clenched at her sides, and she seemed to be muttering something to herself, but it was clear she had intent to speak to one of you. Perhaps she wanted to talk to Luka? He was cute, it wouldn't surprise you. What did surprise you, however, was when she walked up to you instead.

"Um, excuse me if this is far too forward, but... would you be interested in dancing with me?" She sounded so nervous, and you almost wanted to say yes. Any other man would have been lucky to get such an invitation- she looked stunning. She wore her hair in curls, gathered at the back of her neck, with a hairpiece of pale blue flowers was pinned at the front, a necklace donning the same type of flower hanging just above the neckline of her gown. The gown in question matched the colour of the flowers well, though the width of the crinoline supported skirt would have made you concerned about the logistics of dancing with her- if you'd had any intention of saying yes. Her cheeks were tinted pink as she chewed her bottom lip and waited for your answer, avoiding your gaze. A hand on your chest and a sincerely apologetic look on your face, you began to respond. "Oh dear. I'm terribly sorry, but you seem to have gotten the wrong end of the stick. You're a very attractive young lady but I'm afraid... how should I put this," You glanced at Luka for help, but he seemed to have no idea what you were trying to tell her, "I'm afraid I don't tend to set my eye on the ladies, so to speak." "You're... gay?" A sympathetic nod. "That's the ticket. Sorry, love." "Oh, it's not a problem! I'm really sorry to have bothered you!" She suddenly looked much less nervous, though a little embarrassed, and scurried off. You sighed. "I feel a little bad. I really hope she finds someone to dance with." Luka looked at you quizzically. "Why did you lie to her?" A confused laugh escaped you. "I'm sorry?" "You told her you were into guys. Why lie?" As he said this, Seth and Fenrir came up behind him, and hearing his question their eyebrows shot up. So did yours. Was he kidding? "Luka, sweetie, you have got to tell me what part of my personality made you think I was heterosexual, so I can set about changing it immediately." Seth choked on his drink, and though you flashed him a grin, you weren't entirely kidding. Going from Victorian London to a world where being gay was perfectly acceptable had been quite the change, but you'd been certain all of your friends had known. It's not like you were quiet about it, and sure, Luka was naive but... come on, now. "Wait are you... you were being honest?" "Yes?" "Luka," Fenrir began, stepping next to you and resting an elbow on your shoulder, "How have you seriously not noticed that he's gay yet?" "Well- there was no reason for me to assume!" "You watched me drunk make out with at least 2 different Black Army soldiers in my first month here!" Luka looked flustered, and utterly dumbfounded. The expression was one he wore often, usually when people insinuated that someone was in love- but somehow about five times more confused. He was unfortunate enough that Ray and Sirius returned at this moment, just in time to hear both your last remark, and his next one.

"I thought that was just something you did when you were drunk?" In another moment you were on your knees, legs shaking so much from laughter that you couldn't hold yourself up any longer. Fenrir was right there beside you, practically convulsing. Everyone else was laughing too- except poor Luka. You felt a little bad, truly you did, but this had to be the funniest thing you had ever heard. "He's completely straight, but watch out! Get a couple drinks in him and he turns fruity!" Fenrir managed to get out between cackles, and Ray was glad to have put your drinks down when Luka had last spoken, because he too nearly fell to the ground at this.

"Luka- Luka I'm sorry." You pulled yourself to your feet, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "We aren't laughing at you." Another fit of giggles overcame you. "Okay we kind of are, but it's not malicious or anything. That was just... hands down the funniest thing you've ever said." It took most of you 5 or so minutes to fully calm down from what he'd said, and anything that jogged your memories of it would bring you back to a state of uncontrollable laughter for the rest of the night. Luka came round to it being pretty funny after you talked him through the dozens of times you'd mentioned your sexuality to him since you'd met- every one of which had gone over his head.

Hours after the party had worn down and you'd all made your way home, you lay in bed, your head pressed against a familiar chest, and sighed. "What's up?" "I just... D'you think anyone else just hasn't realised?" Ray cocked his head, confused. "I'm gonna need a little more info than that, kitten." "I suppose I just... Back in London, it's not even legal to be gay, and I don't know if it ever will be. When I first came out to Fen, he told me that it was fine here, accepted and even celebrated. So, I guess I just thought that people wouldn't make the automatic assumption that I'm straight, y'know? I mean I talk about it a lot among you guys but- when I’m out and about... where do people think my final destination is? When I pick up a silly cat themed gift for you does the shopkeep think I’m buying it for my wife? It shouldn't be a big deal, I guess, but I'd never been able to be myself until I came here, and now it's like I can be me but... people will still only see who I am if I tell them. It's just weird is all. I dunno. Maybe I'm drunk." "You're not drunk. It's an understandable concern. I guess I've never thought about it, because whether or not people would accept that part of me has never been an issue, but the fact that you've had to hide it for so long and now that you're able to be open people still aren't seeing it must be hard. If you want we could... come out, so to speak?" Your eyebrows raised, and you moved back, propping yourself up on your arm so you could look your partner in the eyes.

It had been decided at the very start of your relationship, which had officially begun a few months after you'd made the choice to stay in Cradle, that the two of you would keep it under wraps for a while. Being from the Land of Reason was more than enough reason for people to take an unwanted interest in you, and you didn't need the extra attention being the King of Spades' partner would garner. Plus, anyone with a grudge against Ray would see you as a target the second you announced it. It had been a sensible suggestion on his part, one you hadn't hesitated to agree to, and as far as you knew only Sirius and Fenrir knew about your relationship. Fenrir because he had walked in on you sitting in Ray's lap while he worked late one night, and Sirius because- well, can anything get past that guy? And now, Ray was offering to tell the entirety of Cradle you were his, just so that you didn't feel like you were hiding your identity anymore? You could feel your eyes starting to burn, and you cursed the late hour and the alcohol in your system for making you cry so easily, but... "I don't think we need to be that drastic. You were right when you said it would keep me safe for us to not be in the public eye, at least for now. I'm sure Seth can come up with some better way for me to tell the whole world I'm gay." "I don't doubt that at all." Ray grinned, placing a gentle kiss on first your forehead, then your nose, and finally on your lips. "Tomorrow, though. You need your beauty sleep." "Ah, yeah, can't risk getting ugly. My boyfriend might not want me anymore." You quipped. "Exactly." He smirked at you, turning out the light and pulling you into his arms.

[raleighcarrera]

make way

open heart | bryce lahela x mc (casey valentine)

the prompt said: ‘bryce tells mc that he loves her while she's falling asleep and the next morning she just assumes it was a dream bc she was just so tired’

also for @choicesseptemberchallenge20 day 1 which worked out nicely (tired)

tags: @choicesarehard ; @zigtheeortega ; @omgjasminesimone ; @beccadavenport ; @pixeljazzy 💕

~2.3k words | T

she’s coming off of thirty-six hours straight at the hospital when it happens.

it’s been an exceedingly long week. balancing her work on the diagnostics team along with her regular responsibilities and managing her intern would be difficult enough without the added wrench of a bus crash thrown into her day, but, of course, that’s the way life at edenbrook goes: every day has its own new bus crash, in one way or another.

regardless, there’s new injured patients to treat and old ones to check up on and high-profile cases to worry about in the interim, so she can use her strategy to save the hospital and then rub dr. ramsey’s self-righteous nose in her success (in that order).

there’s a lot going on, and not much time to sleep. there’s brief breaks, here and there -- just enough for a quick nap in the on-call rooms -- but then it’s right back to work.

and before she knows it, it’s been thirty-six hours and bryce is forcibly dragging her onto the t in her scrubs, and she’s falling asleep with her head on his shoulder and almost definitely drooling onto his jacket.

because he’s bryce, and he’s perfect, he doesn’t say anything about that. he only runs his fingers through her hair and takes her home to his blessedly quiet, roommate-less apartment, where the pizza delivery’s been timed so perfectly that the driver is actually coming up in the elevator at the same time they are.

casey’s so grateful she could cry. instead, she waits until her mouth is half-full with her third slice to look over at her boyfriend with wide, appreciative eyes and groan, “god, you’re wonderful.”

bryce laughs at her. “please. i’m just glad i found you before you actually collapsed in ramsey’s office.”

she nods, finally chewing and swallowing the bite she’d paused to sing his praises. “i am going to sleep -- all day tomorrow.” her head is throbbing. it’s a massive effort just to remember what day it is, but there’s one thing sticking out to her, a fuzzy memory from when they’d compared schedules last weekend. “wait. you have to work?”

he sighs, dusting off his hands. “yeah.” bryce pulls a face as if to imply that it’s the single worst thing that’s ever happened to him. “sorry, babe. wish i could kick it here with you.”

“it’s okay.” a wide yawn stretches her mouth open. “you don’t mind if i stay here?”

“nah.” bryce’s smile is easygoing and a little excited. “stay as long as you want. knowing you’re here will make my day go by faster.”

maybe, she thinks deliriously, her limbs feeling even heavier now that she’s eaten than they had on their commute home, she can do something nice for him tomorrow. make dinner, or something -- after she’s slept.

casey blinks, realizing all at once that she’s completely zoned out again. “what? sorry. i’m just --”

“i know.” there’s a fondness in his voice and a softness in his eyes when he stands and pulls her to her feet, tugging her in so she can lean against him. she does so immediately, burrowing into the warmth of his chest. “come on. let’s get you to bed.”

she isn’t sure exactly how it happens, but when she yawns at him next, it’s from the lush safety of his mattress and the blankets on his bed; casey cuddles into the pillows and blinks sleepily up at him, waiting for bryce to join her. the only thing in the world that could make going to sleep now, at eight o’clock with a day off ahead of her, is having her boyfriend’s body heat beside her to soak up.

but bryce laughs at her again, shaking his head. “i gotta put the food away. i’ll be in in a minute.”

“fine,” casey mumbles. the word breaks with another yawn halfway through. her eyelids are already fluttering. “just -- hurry up.”

“of course.” she feels the brush of his lips against her forehead, and then her mouth, bryce’s kiss so gentle it’s almost not there. his fingers slip through her hair again.

the sound she makes is somewhere between a delighted groan and a sigh of pure content. she isn’t sure she’s ever been so comfortable in her life; bryce’s bed is warm and cozy and the sheets are clean -- they smell like him, and so does the shirt she’s wearing. her whole body is heavy with exhaustion and the satisfaction of the work she’s done. she feels cared for. she’s happy.

just before everything goes dark, somewhere, in the space she’s floating in between sleep and wakefulness, she hears bryce’s voice -- one last hesitant murmur of her name. it’s only on the very edge of her conscious, but she’s positive the words he says are, “i love you, casey.”

*

the apartment is predictably silent when she wakes up.

there’s nothing like the peacefulness that comes from waking up in an empty apartment. with so many roommates, it isn’t something that casey’s accustomed to, and she relishes it now, soaking up the stillness of bryce’s bedroom joyfully.

there’s birds chirping outside. she turns her face into the pillows and breathes in slowly, burrowing a little further into the sheets.

there’s nothing on the horizon, for today -- no work, no chores, no responsibilities. it’s the perfect way to start her day, if only her boyfriend was in bed beside her.

speaking of. casey reaches her hand out, fumbling blindly on the nightstand until it closes around her cellphone. she finally blinks her eyes open when she pulls the device under the sheets with her, balking at the time displayed on the home screen.

it’s past two-thirty in the afternoon.

she blinks, knuckling sleep out of her eyes. she really had been exhausted.

there’s a slew of text messages waiting for her, mostly from her roommates. the group chat is abuzz with wondering where she is and if she’s alive; casey holds off on answering them in favor of navigating to her thread with bryce, where he’s texted good morning beautiful and text me when you wake up. getting out of bed this morning was impossible with you in it

her teeth bite at her bottom lip to stifle the smile that’s threatening. eight months of being official with bryce and it still never gets old, to be on the receiving end of those cheesy, over-the-top compliments. no boyfriend of hers before him had ever sent a good morning text message.

hiiiiiiiiii she writes back, spreading out in his bed, just woke up. hope today’s going well for you. can’t wait to get you back in this bed with me

his reply is almost immediate. fuck you, it says, making her grin up at the ceiling, i’m about to go into surgery. you’re evil

casey settles for an onslaught of heart emojis, as she rolls out of said bed and heads for the kitchen. as expected, there’s no food in bryce’s fridge, but there is coffee, and she takes her time enjoying it and flipping through the channels on bryce’s tv -- they don’t have cable, at her place -- before finally making her way into the shower.

she’s in the middle of shampooing her hair when she remembers what happened last night. it comes back to her abruptly, the memory too vivid to be true. bryce’s lips, brushing against hers -- his hands pulling the comforter up to her shoulders -- and then...

i love you, casey.

she frowns, tipping her head back under the water to rinse her hair.

that has to have been a dream, right?

she’d remember it, if it were real. she’d’ve said something to him, last night, or... today. he’d’ve said something about it.

right?

casey marinates on it for the entirety of her shower, waffling back and forth. it both feels like a dream and not, making it difficult to ascertain what really happened. she was exhausted last night -- she barely remembers leaving the hospital, after all. but if bryce had really said... for the first time...

she’d have to remember that, wouldn’t she?

she thinks about it when she gets dressed and heads to the store to find something passable she can make for dinner (though it’s definitely going to be pasta, again). last night was a blur; her memory of everything that happened after bryce found her in the on-call room is in bits and pieces. there’s only the vague outline of their evening flashing in her mind: sleeping on him on the t, eating pizza shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch, stumbling into his bedroom and falling into bed...

and then the same bit she can’t stop thinking about, as clear as day -- his kiss, and the soft, hesitant sound of his voice when he’d said those three words and that reverent utterance of her name.

it plays in her head on a loop in the check-out line. it has to have been a dream, that’s the only explanation for it.

he wouldn’t -- they don’t -- because he’s not...

...except that he might be.

he might be, because she’s pretty sure that she is, and -- if he felt the same way, that would be... life-changing. exceptional. pretty much the greatest thing to ever happen to her, outside of her professional accomplishments.

because bryce is pretty much the greatest thing to ever happen to her. he is everything she’s ever wanted and didn’t know she was looking for -- completely different from her usual ‘type’ in the best way. bryce is smart and thoughtful and funny and witty and devastatingly sexy -- complex and considerate and an amazing listener and a world-class shoulder massager...

someone so easy to fall in love with she hadn’t even realized it was happening until it was too late.

so her stupid, useless brain had probably imagined that he’d said it first to give her something pleasant to dream about. casey glares bitterly at the tomatoes she’s blistering when the realization washes over her.

and that’s how bryce finds her: in the kitchen, stirring spaghetti in sweats she stole out of his closet, her long hair still drying where it’s damp on her shoulders. he’s loud when he crowds in behind her at the stove, talking a mile a minute about his day, how good it smells in the apartment and how much he missed her, all at once.

he buries his face in the crook of her neck and inhales, pressing his lips lightly against the side of her throat. “you sleep okay?”

casey relaxes despite herself and her annoyance, melting a little against his chest. she nods. “yeah. thanks for taking care of me last night.”

bryce’s hands are warm when they slip under the hem of her (his) hoodie. his hands fan out over her hips. “of course,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose at the base of her neck, “anything for you, babe.”

maybe he had said it.

she thinks about it some more as she spoons pasta into two plates and they tumble back onto the couch together. the words bounce around in her brain while he slurps spaghetti beside her, interspersed with more compliments: how good dinner is, how thoughtful she is, how multi-talented she manages to be.

well, there’s only one way to find out.

casey lets him clear the plates away and load the dishwasher because she cooked, and it’s only fair, and waits until he’s back on the couch with her with that inviting space at his side wide open.

then, she slips into it, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning against him. bryce’s arm curls around her shoulders in turn, and his lips press a delicate kiss to the top of her head.

“i love you,” casey sighs. the words leave her lips so easily she’s hardly able to believe that there was once a point in time where she felt nervous to be the first to say so.

it’s true, after all. she’s not sure if she’s ever been in love, before -- she thought she had, but it wasn’t like this (nothing could ever be like this) -- but she’s positive about bryce. with her life constantly in flux, filled with so much chaos, being with bryce is the one thing she feels like she’s actually gotten right.

his hand stills from where he’d been rubbing her shoulder, hesitating for just a moment. then, he says, “i love you, too.”

casey turns her cheek to look up at him, her eyes wide. “really?”

the laugh he gives is low and fond, sending a thrill of happiness straight down her spine and to her toes. “how could i not?”

“so... you did say that last night. i thought it was a dream.” the swarm of butterflies in her stomach beat their wings harder at the very idea.

bryce makes a noncommittal hum into her hair. “i wasn’t sure if you heard me. i meant it, though. i love you, case.”

casey opens her mouth to crack a joke, but her throat feels suspiciously tight. how emotional she is catches her completely off guard, surprising her silent.

so -- she’s loved. by probably the most perfect man on the east coast, if not in the entire united states of america. or the world.

weird. part of her had thought something like this might never happen for her.

“i...” she trails off, shaking her head. it’s overwhelming, just how happy she is. her arms press bryce a little closer, pulling him to her a little tighter. “um, thank you.”

he laughs again, sounding taken aback. “for what?”

“for loving me,” casey answers, as though it should be obvious.

she can feel bryce’s shrug against her side; the movement jostles her against him, a little -- but then he squeezes her back, crushing her into the broad planes of his chest.

“it’s easy,” he promises, and though he’s the first person to ever say so, she believes him.

[infraaa]

I HAD A FUCKING EXPLOSION THE OTHER DAY—

So if you follow me you know that sometimes I make Royal Chaos content. If you’re also a history geek like me you’d know that most of the heroes from RC if not all are based off of real people.

Six out of eight of the most beautiful people of Chinese history are in the game, being Pan’An, Song Yu, Prince Gao, who is also known as Lanling Wang for the men, and Diaochan, Zhaojun, and Yuhuan for the women.

The other two are missing: Wei Jie and Xi Shi.

But good news for you all because after some digging I found them. And they are SO CUTE! We need to make a petition for RC to put these characters into the game! I can DEFINITELY see the four most beautiful men and women having a connection with one another, like little hubs! 😫 But I know what you’re thinking now, maybe some of you. Royal Chaos shouldn’t take from other games! Oh, but my dearest reader, you do know that some of Royal Chaos’s characters are in different games too, right? It wouldn’t be “taking from,” now if they just stole the concept than yes it would be. It’s not like Sega took Mario and co for the Olympic Games, and Vice versa. It’s kind of like that in a sense. ☺️

So, with no further adieu, I bring to you...

✨Headcanons on what class they’d be in and what they can do, as well as background information!✨

Disclaimer: I’m terribly sorry if I spell any of this wrong, Chinese is not my first language and it’s hard to spell out in English. Also, tw // war and suicide mentions, as well as descriptions of murder and violence, just in case...

This is Xi Shi.

Her clothes actually remind me a lot of Diaochan’s with the colors, as well as the moon in the back, as per history, Diaochan was so beautiful the moon would shy away when being compared to her. Xi Shi on the other hand, was believed to be so beautiful that when fish would see her as they swam by, they would forget how to swim and sink to the bottom of whatever body of water they were swimming in. (Beauty can really kill huh?) Out of the four most beautiful women in ancient China, she was considered to be the first.

Her Background and Biography

Xi Shi was born in 506 BC on the nineteenth of July in China’s Zhejiang Province in a small village called Xi Cun, or “West Village.” Because a lot of people that lived there had “Shi” as a last name, and because she was born in the west, she was referred to as Xi Shi. She was born into a pretty ordinary household. Her father sold firewood for a living and her mother did silkwork. Ever since she was little, she would go out to this river to wash the silk that her mother had made. She lived during the Spring and Autumn Period, and within that time, China wasn’t a “whole country,” it was made up of several kingdoms fighting against each other. Xi Shi is from the state of Yue, which had been vanquished by the state of Wu. After that the Emperor of Yue, Gou Jian, was forced to serve the Emperor of Wu, Fu Chai, for three years. Gou Jian then thought of a plan to defeat the Wu State and take power back. He knew that the Fu Chai was a sucker for pretty women, and he also knew that if Fu Chai was surrounded with beautiful women, he would be too distracted to work for his state. But for this plan to work, Gou Jian needed to find a woman that had stunning beauty that was willing to sacrifice herself for the better of the country. Gou Jian found Xi Shi and he picked her. He then asked his minister, Fan Li, to take Xi Shi to Fu Chai as a tribute gift from Yue. On the way however, she fell in love with him, as he was wise and kind. He reciprocated her feelings in turn. Now, they could have escaped this plan and thwarted it but they were both loyal to their country. So, they made a pledge of their undying love for one another in secret. When she was brought before Fu Chai, he was indeed entranced by her, spending more and more time with her, neglecting his duties. After some time, he realized that he should not have been bewitched by her, as the Yue Stare had become more powerful due to his neglectful behavior. Gou Jian had invaded the state of Wu and forced Fu Chai to commit suicide. When this happened, Xi Shi’s mission was complete. The ending that I choose to believe is that she reunited with Fan Li and she lived on with him after he quit his job as a minister. The other ending is really grim...

Her Class and Quality

Xi Shi could definitely be a scholar, an AOE especially. I can imagine that she could do something similar to that of Diaochan, despite her being a medic. She could impact the opposing formations’ abilities to put damage on the formation shes defending using a debuff, much like Daji can do. I can see her being a Defense Hero and possibly having strength in Control for all these reasons, as well as real history, helping her state in the face of despair. She could be considered as a fabled hero, but could also be an epic hero considering the bloat of the fabled class making up mostly half of the hero cast as a whole.

Her Possible Abilities

Chant of Heroism

She can attack anywhere from 4 to 8 times descending on CRIT, dealing 60%+164 DMG to a random front enemy with each hit, lasting one round. Until three layers are tagged, the enemy will lose anywhere from 15 to 25 HP, decreasing DEF by 4%.

Promising Honor

50:50 chance of tagging a back or front target. Allies then force attention to the front if the tag is in the back, dealing 5% more damage. This tag cannot be dispelled for two rounds.

Her Preferred Gems and Treasure

Gems: DEF, ATK, ACC

Treasure: Primarily something with a DEF bonus, so the lamps, each one activating her Destiny ability. However, any other treasure that offers an ATK or RES bonus is also good.

Her Occupation

I can imagine her working in the Ministry of Defense as a General, much like Wen Ruyan. For her other occupation, she could be a poet of some kind, probably a primary or mid poet, something like that, or she could be a primary chess sage.

Hero Compatibility

She could work with other scholars that can do some damage, namely Song Yu and Ying Zheng. She could also work with medics depending on their skill set. Diaochan would be a prime choice.

~~~~

The guy on the right is Wei Jie.

Look at that cat! (´⊙ω⊙`) But for real, this poor guy. He reminds me of the “gentle giant” archetype. Not just because of his looks, no, he’s actually ill with some kind of disease. (I have a head canon that it’s AIDS/HIV, but I don’t have a lot of evidence to support that right now. All I know is that his immune system is very weak to infection and he has respiratory problems and it’s just that he’s very weak overall...) Despite his health however, he’s actually compared to Jade, being like a jade doll. Jade is very valuable in China and is considered to be a very precious stone, especially in the eyes of aristocrats and royalty. Out of the four most handsome men in ancient China, he was considered as the fourth.

His Background and Biography

(I had to use multiple resources for this, I couldn’t find a lot of information on him, so I had to get creative. Sorry!)

Wei Jie, like Pan’An, also lived during the Xi Jin (Western Jin) Dynasty. He was born into a very wealthy household, and was recognized for his beauty alone at the age of five. His uncle, who also had extraordinary good looks, said that walking with his nephew was like “having a gleaming pearl at my side.” He had fans from far and wide, causing chaos and the forming of something along the lines of a twisted harem to form under his shadow. When Wei Jie grew up, this only got worse. Hoards of women would literally block the streets and chase after him because they all wanted him so badly, which this caused a lot of backlash onto his family. Because his family was aristocratic, they had to keep a sensible reputation. People were jealous of the Wei family because of the immense wealth and beauty that they all possessed. Luckily, Wei Jie couldn’t go out that often, as he doesn’t have a strong body, and has been ill since his infancy. He wasn’t allowed to go out during his childhood because of the fear that whatever ailment he had could spread. Because of this belief and the immense jealousy that others had, most of his family, with the exception of his father, fifth uncle, and cousin, were all murdered quite brutally. This lead him to be the young master of the Wei Manor. This pattern of not going out a lot and things continued on for some time. He would go out on occasion if he really needed something, and he didn’t necessarily like all the attention he brought to himself unknowingly. He grew easily overwhelmed by it and constantly sought to get away from the large groups of people that swarmed him. This anxiety and stress of attention exhausted him, and he actually passed from all that exhaustion. He was “watched to death,” as people said. Poor guy... he just wanted to be alone... let us introverts be!

His Class and Quality

Oh, he’s a medic, for sure. I know also that he was an imperial physician in the game I found him from, but he only worked on commission, if that makes sense, like if people actually wanted to be treated by him. He would kind of be like a better version of Shizhen. Very agile and quick, but also the more you get to him, his attack rate can slowly increase. I can see him being some kind of control hero. Back Support too, that would make sense. So control + support. He would be in Fabled Class, definitely. Props to him!

His Possible Abilities

Jade Solstice

Chanting a medical spell from his calabash gourd, he can stun a front line enemy for one round, lowering 20 rage. If a critical is achieved, they will turn chaotic and attack other members of their formation for one round, taking away 15% of the enemies overall DEF and then giving it to his other formation members.

Internal Grace

Shielding himself using the gourd’s energy, he gains 10% RES. Any rage prompted attack he makes will grant him 2% more ATK bonus points for one round, increasing the formation’s overall CRIT by 10%. This can be layered twice and cannot be dispelled or immune to.

His Preferred Gems and Treasure

Gems: HP, CRIT, ATK

Treasure: To increase damage while keeping DEF, use the stamps. However, any CRIT or ATK bonus treasure is good too, just as long as it buffs his accuracy as well!

His Occupation

This is where it got tricky. I would assume he would work alongside Pan’An in the Ministry of Rites where they would compose poems together. It’s just that since he can’t actually go out too much that’s where it gets a little complicated. He could probably act as some kind of moderator or something along those lines, something where he wouldn’t have to deal with people that much.

Hero Compatibility

He would need strong tanks to help him out. Prince Gao, Prince Jing, or even Xiang Yu would be good for him. He would also want heroes that would boost his abilities even more, gotta have that support, you know? Wu Zetian, Yuhuan, or Pan’An would be good choices.

~~~~

Now for the final part...

✨Connections✨

Xi Shi

I think they’re’s already a connection that has Zhaojun, Diaochan, and Yuhuan in it. I would take that and add Xi Shi into the connection, but also bring her attributes to the table, in summary. What I mean by that is take her attributes and summarize them into one. So her strongest asset would be the fact that she could be an AOE with a control bonus. She could add ACC and DEF to the table to help with your formation if activated.

Wei Jie

Just like the ladies, I know there’s already a connection with Pan’An, Song Yu, and Prince Gao in it. Same deal, take it, put him in it, and add his summarized ability. He could be a Medic with strength in CRIT. So, he could bring CRIT to the table, obviously, as well as extra ATK buffs if activated.

~~~~

To conclude, *coughs as if to clear throat* Xi Shi, Wei Jie. We need to add them. The quartets aren’t filled up yet. Wouldn’t it be a surprise for them to finally come together in gorgeous matrimony as the queens they are? All heroes are queens. Plain and simple, not matter how awful their skill sets may be at times. (We see you, Shizhen. You matter, even though his skill set isn’t the best he’s still kinda great 😅)

[kafka-ish]

sleep-over | b.d.

it’s been years since bill denbrough’s been to an actual sleepover. but when someone invites him over for the night, he can’t seem to pass up the opportunity to join them.

word count: 3,313

warnings/included: fluff, fem!reader

request: (from anonymous) “hiii could i please request a bill denbrough fic? you can decide what it’s about but just lots of fluff and something really cute”

a/n: repost bc my tumblr tags didn’t work on the last one and i didn’t realize until now,, also based off of this song 

-

“Do you...do you want to come over?” y/n asked. Those were the first words to spill from her mouth when she dialed Bill’s phone at twelve-o-one a.m. She didn’t have to look out her window to know it was late because of the darkness that engulfed her room, but she also knew she had Bill wrapped around her finger and he’d do anything for her if she asked. 

“Luh-like a ss-sleepover?” Bill’s shoulder was pressing his phone to his ear as he paced back and forth in his room. He looked out his window to see nothing. Just a dark abyss that beckoned for him, the same way y/n did from over the phone. 

“Yeah. Like a sleepover.” y/n thought back to the multiple sleepovers she and he had before when they were younger. 

When dusk ate the day and it got too late, Bill would stay the night at the y/l/n’s house. Her mother would have y/n’s brother keep an eye on the two of them because god knows what would happen if the two were left alone (even at an early age). 

“Loser has to fit five marshmallows in their mouth,” y/n declared as she was setting up Candyland. She already had dibs on the purple gingerbread man so Bill supposed he’d just have to play as yellow. 

“Oh-oh-okay.” A wide smile formed on a young Bill Denbrough’s mouth and his chest moved in sync with the guffaws he was trying to contain. “B-b-but I don’t think your...your mouth is that big.” 

y/n’s grin matched his and Bill had gotten cocky that night because he had found y/n’s gingerbread man crossing the rainbow finish line before his and he could only hold three of the Jumbo Jet-Puffs in his mouth. 

“I’ll b-be ri-right over.” Bill had unintentionally slammed the receiver back on the dial pad. He had never been so fast to pack up in his entire life, but he also didn’t take much; just a fresh pair of boxers, a change of basketball shorts, a t-shirt similar to the one he was wearing, and his toothbrush. It had been forever ago since he and a friend like Stan or Mike spent the night at each other’s houses. It had been a lifetime ago since he spent the night at y/n’s house. 

He walked—no—ran out the door, almost forgetting his shoes in the process (which he slipped on without socks). His duffle bag was light on his arm and threatened to slip off more than once if Bill hadn’t been careful. He made it to y/n’s house in record’s time, but he also lived four blocks away. 

Bill waited outside of y/n’s door. His fingers fought with each other and he noticed that the green porch light was still on. 

“What are you doing?” y/n called down from above. She could freely yell into the earth’s crisp air because the neighborhood was asleep, and she didn’t have to worry about her brother who was sleeping in one of the dorms Duke University provided. 

“I didn’t know if I should knock or not,” Bill answered honestly. He knew y/n was rolling her eyes at his response whether he could see her face clearly or not. He could hear her loud footsteps—rushed and enthusiastic—from inside the house as she trampled down the stairs to let him in.

“Hi!” She looked up at him wide-eyed and bushy-tailed because Bill stood tall and lean while y/n was like a dainty sprig—fragile and still waiting for spring to bloom—at least compared to him.

A smile couldn’t help but draw itself on Bill’s face when she greeted him. She was dressed in a white tank top and cotton sleep shorts and it was in that moment when Bill realized how much she’d grown. How much they’d all grown.

“Are you ready?” y/n eyed him curiously because it’d been seconds since she said anything and Bill had yet to reply. 

“Ye-yeah,” Bill said. He stepped in. “Where?” Gulp. “Where should I puh-puh-put this?” He held up the seemingly empty duffle and y/n took it from him only to toss it aside next to the potted plant that greeted guests as they walked in. 

“We can come back for it later. Now come on.” She was dragging him back outside. “I need an adventure!” She locked the door behind them with her golden house key she had turned into a necklace by feeding a length of black lace through the middle hole. She wore that thing everywhere she went. 

“Ad-adventure?” One of Bill’s untrimmed eyebrows raised and y/n nodded as soon as the word left his mouth. “I th-th-hought this was a s-sl-sleepover.” 

y/n giggled. Her small hand only covered a third of his as she grabbed it and led him from her front lawn and across the street. “Who actually sleeps at a sleepover?” 

That was true. As he recalled, the last time he ‘slept over’ at Richie Tozier’s house, neither of them had actually closed their eyes. 

Bill hadn’t noticed he was now in front and y/n stood a few paces behind him until he felt the warmth of her hand leave his. She was taking the time to light the cigarette she had balanced between her bottom and top lip. Bill chuckled softly at the sight behind him. She was a sight for sore eyes. 

He stepped back to meet her figure whose nimble fingers were concentrating on flicking the purple BIC at hand. 

“Nuh-need help?” Bill took the lighter from her and it came to life with one swift move of his thumb. 

“Yo-you know s-s-s-smoking is... Once you start, you cuh-can’t s-s-s-top.” Bill said this as if her were a father, telling his child about the dangers of drug usage. But he still lit the stick that was poking from y/n’s pouting lips. 

She took a drag from the cigarette. It was long and she coughed afterward because she hated the taste. Bill could tell she wasn’t an experienced smoker and that this had probably been her second pack. “I’m already addicted,” she said. The cigarette muffled her words. But it wasn’t the nicotine she was addicted to. She was addicted to fitting in.

Bill shook his head which he’d inadvertently thrown back while he was consumed in laughter. “You guh-guh-got an-hother one?” He asked and y/n reached in the elastic of her waistband to grab a pack of Mavericks (a gift from Bev). The box was full except for one and she had also stashed a twenty-dollar bill in the gaping space between the tobacco sticks.

“I didn’t take you for a smoker,” y/n said while tossing him a smoke.

“Fuh-first time for eh-everything.” Bill shrugged and lit the end like a natural. It wasn’t his first time, he just said that to make y/n feel better. 

The two walked in comfortable silence. y/n was still trailing behind, but only to admire Bill’s frame under the white moonlight—not to enjoy her barely smoked cigarette because maybe she wanted pink lungs until she was old and wrinkled and had to have be waited on hand and foot at the nursing home.

It took them ten minutes to arrive at a worn-down gas station and it would’ve taken them five if y/n wasn’t lollygagging or if Bill didn’t stop to point at the stars every three seconds.

“Lo-ook at that one!” He’d say with the innocence of a child. His sneakers would make a scraping sound against the abandoned road when he came to a halt and y/n would bump into his shoulder because she never looked where she was going.

“It kind of looks like the mole on the back of your-“ Bill nudged her, causing her to wobble and drop the Maverick. It was one with nature now. Good riddance.

Bill put out his own half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray that sat on top of the garbage can next to the glass doors of the QwikTrip.

It was bright inside. Too bright. The empty gas station felt completely different from when they were slumming it in the outside and dancing to the sound of crickets chirping.

But y/n didn’t notice. She was too busy in her own world, mixing together a cherry and coke flavored slushie to make cherry coke. She watched in childlike wonder at the contents inside the slushie machine that whirled ‘round and ‘round so the ice could mix thoroughly with the syrup (a slushie with an imperfect ice-to-syrup ratio was not a slushie; it was just flavored ice). She didn’t notice the guy working the cash register who was obviously checking her out.

But Bill did.

An odd feeling struck at his heart which was now beating faster as he watched the greasy boy about their age eye his childhood friend.

“H-have you ever dr-dr-“ Bill paused. “Had alcohol?” Bill wondered aloud. y/n had just finished preparing Bill’s slushie for him—plain banana—so her attention could now focus on just him. Internally, Bill was banging his head against the wall for asking such a stupid question. But that’s what y/n made him in recent developments: stupid.

Every teenager drinks he thought to himself. But y/n wasn’t like every teenager. 

“No.” y/n shook her head and Bill found his eyes roaming to the liquor case in the back of the store. 

They both knew what each other meant and Bill just about dashed to the fridge the same way he dashed out his door when y/n called him that night. 

y/n was waiting for him at the paying counter. She took small sips at her cherry coke slushie but luckily Bill didn’t take too long. He came back, holding a clear bottle of liquid that y/n didn’t know the name of. He set the glass on the counter and reached in his pocket only for his heart to fall twelve meters into its grave because he left his wallet at home.

“Don’t worry about it,” y/n reassured. Her hand settled on his momentarily. “I’ll get it. Just wait outside.”

So he did. But waiting outside nearly killed him.

“These please.” y/n gave the stranger her biggest smile, teeth and all, as she pushed the bottle of gin and two slushie cups across the counter for him to scan.

“Was that your boyfriend?” The cashier asked. His face could be mistaken for a pepperoni pizza and his blonde hair was uncombed. The graveyard shift really does some things to people.

“No...” y/n blushed and the stranger thought it was because she found him attractive. It was actually the idea that other people thought of Bill and her as a couple that caused y/n’s cheeks to tint. y/n looked up at the boy through her long lashes and it should be counted as a crime to not know the effect you have on the people around you.

A sly smile reached all the way to the boy’s eyes. “You know what? It’s on me.” He printed out her receipt. There were just three items marked as $0.00. The only numbers that added up to something were the ones on the bottom which he said was his phone number. “Call me.” He winked.

Bill felt like he was being stabbed all from watching the two flirt and before another invisible knife could make another incision in his already delicate heart, y/n was out the door. Two diabetes-filled cups occupied both hands while a plastic bag hung from her arm.

“Hi!” She said this in the same way she greeted him.

Bill covered his mouth when he coughed before sputtering out a hi.

She sat down on the curb outside of the gas station, her legs crossed like a pretzel. She sat both cups down, taking a sip from both straws. Her tropical-flavored chapstick tainted his red straw and Bill would taste pineapple mixed with banana later when he took a sip.

y/n’s mouth tingled at the taste of banana slushie. Who the hell gets a banana slushie? She supposed she’d never get used to the taste, but it was worth a try.

Bill took a seat on the rough pavement next to her. He knew his ass would hurt once he got up, especially if they would sit like this for a while, but he didn’t care.

“D-d-do you want… muh-muh-maybe wuh-want to g-g-go somewhere no… nobody will see?” Bill asked tentatively.

y/n smiled with the plastic still between her teeth. It was a more pleasant feeling than rolled-up tobacco. “Who would even see us here?”

Bill laughed but he thought back to how the cashier was eyeing her while she fixed her slushie. It wasn’t the same way he’d look at her. It was slimy and gross. But that was behind them now as he slipped an arm around her and held her close.

His shirt was old and worn, but it felt soft and homey against the skin of her cheek. She nuzzled close into his chest, feeling his ribcage and smelling the Old Spice that lingered from when he applied it earlier in the afternoon.

She hadn’t been this close since their last sleepover.

They were thirteen and y/n had originally invited him over to watch High Society on the new television set her parents bought and finally got around to setting up in the den. She promised she wouldn’t get jealous if he stared at Grace Kelly because he’d tell her the same about Gregory Peck. But Bill didn’t get the chance to stare because the ribbon was detached from the VHS, ruining their whole plans.

Bill wouldn’t have stared anyway—not when there was someone worth staring at who sat on the couch next to him.

“I’m so sorry.” It must’ve been the tenth time she apologized but Bill only waved his hand like how he wished he could wave the rest of her worries away. “I didn’t know it was all screwy... It’s been years since I’ve actually put the damn thing in.”

“Don-don’t-t worry ab-b-bout it,” Bill said. He glanced up at the clock on the mantle. It was getting late and the beginning of a sunset could now be seen from outside the living room window.

“You should be getting home.” y/n was looking at the clock with him. Bill shook his head.

“Ih-it’s ff-fine.” He shoved a handful of popcorn that y/n popped herself in his mouth. “Do-do you h-h-have an eh-eh-extra toothbrush? O-o-or I cuh-cuh-could leave early.”

y/n knew what he was referring to and a smile graced her already angelic lips. She was getting excited just at the thought of having a companion by her side during the witching hour. y/n jumped to her feet and skipped over to Bill on her bare feet. “What will you sleep in?... I could offer you my nightgown!” She laughed at the image in her head which projected a picture of a scrawny Bill Denbrough wearing one of y/n’s frilly nightdresses even she didn’t wear anymore.

“I cuh-cuh-can ju-just sleep in th-th-this.” He shrugged and y/n could only think that boys were strange.

By the time both of them had brushed their teeth, Bill was already tuckered out. Maybe it was from watching y/n mess with the VHS player for so long. Or maybe it was from running over to y/n’s house when she had excitedly announced her parents set up a new television set and she wanted him to be the first one over to experience it and his legs were still tired from carrying him.

“Do you want to watch a different movie? I’d hate to invite you over just to not do anything.” y/n picked at her fingernails, too afraid to meet Bill’s eye because she was scared he hated her.

Bill could never hate her.

“Nah.” Bill spread out on her double bed that she had made prior. He sunk into the plush covers and felt himself doze off until y/n hit him with a pillow.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She was hovering over him, scared that she’d fall and break her neck if she lost balance.

“Sl-sleeping.” Bill closed his eyes once more. “I’m kuh-kuh-kinda t-t-tired.”

“Move over.” y/n wasn’t tired, but she’d do whatever Bill wanted. She laid down next to him and there couldn’t possibly be enough room on the bed for both of them—at least with the way Bill was spread out.

She snuggled close to him, able to smell the toothpaste he used and the natural smell of vanilla that clung to his skin.

But right now, Bill didn’t want the night to end as they sat three years older and in an empty parking lot. If BIll had one wish, he’d wish this night would last forever. Just him and her and the space surrounding them.

y/n’s eyelids felt heavy and her legs felt gelatin-like. She fell into a dreamlike trance while Bill’s arm acted as a blanket around her, but she didn’t want the night to end like this.

“Ar-are you t-t-tired?” Bill asked. y/n could feel his arm remove itself from her and she visibly shivered.

“No,” she lied but he knew better than that.

“I’ll wuh-wuh-walk you h-home.”

Their trek back to y/n’s house was slower than it was when they left it. y/n didn’t mind. She basked in the presence of Bill’s calming aura and Bill felt the same. Both of them, however, were too afraid to tell each other that.

y/n could barely keep herself stood upright on her own. Bill had to stabilize her with his left hand. His right hand was gently figuring out a way to remove the key necklace that hung from her neck.

“That tickles!” y/n giggled loudly when the icy tips of his fingers brushed her sensitive skin.

“Shh,” Bill whisper shouted. “Th-there are puh-puh-people sleeping.” He looked at the time on his digital watch. Not for long, anyway.

“Shh,” y/n echoed back to him. 

The front door creaked open. Bill cringed and hoped it wouldn’t wake her parents, but y/n told him it shouldn’t matter because they were heavy sleepers. He trusted her.

When both of them stepped in, y/n was the one to shut the door just like she had when they left. Afterward, they tip-toed up the stairs. Bill clutched his duffle bag and y/n still had the plastic one which contained the alcohol.

“Fuck...” y/n giggled at the curse word that left her lips. “Marry, or kill.”

“What’re m-my options?” Bill slurred. He was too scared to look up at her, so he looked at the dark ceiling. He was sprawled out on her bed—taking up most of the room—like he did when they were thirteen.

“Me, Beverly, and...” y/n sighed. She forgot the name of the girl who sat in front of her in math class. “Henrietta Simons.”

“Huh-who’s Henrietta?” Bill asked, but he already knew his answer.

“Someone you should kill.” y/n shrugged and stared at the ceiling with him, trying to find out what was so interesting about it.

“Kuh-kill Henrietta,” Bill said, and a proud smile found its way on y/n’s lips. “Fuck-ck Bev, an-” He didn’t really have to finish after that.

“You wouldn’t have sex with me?” y/n asked. She was only teasing but Bill knew she wouldn't have said that if she was sober.

“It-it’s not luh-luh-like th-that.” Bill took a deep breath and he didn’t know if this was the night he wanted to be saying all of this but that’s what everything felt like it was leading up to. “I guh-guess I ju-just want t-to marry you.” Bill closed his eyes at the drunken words that thought would be okay to leave his mouth.

“I wanna marry you too,” y/n said through a series of hiccups and a fit of laughter.

They both knew what was coming next. And even though neither of them didn’t want the night to end, it had to.

[seungcheolsbodyharness]

Title: The Taste Of You

wc: 3.6k

summary: Seungcheol insists that it tastes better to feed from you just after he’s made you cum. You’re not exactly in a position to disagree with him. 

contents: oral sex, vampire!au, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, blood drinking, fluff at the end

a/n: shout out to @sooncoups for tagging every single pic of dream concert cheol as “vampire boyfriend/husband/etc” bc it lead to this. also: it’s true, and she should say it.

The room you’re in is dark, but not uncomfortably so. The lights are off and moonlight shines in through the windows, casting shadows across the floor. You’ve grown used to this in the months since coming to stay here. Your sleep schedule took quite some time to adjust but it’s all been worth it to have more time with the man you’ve come to love.

Falling in love with Seungcheol had been the wildest, most euphoric experience of your life. He’d been smooth and charming upon your first meeting - a blind date set up through a mutual friend of yours. You’d been a little apprehensive, at first - Joshua had been upfront about Seungcheol’s less-than-alive status, and while it had been quite a few decades since Vampires had made themselves known to the world and they were more or less accepted, you’d met very few in your comparatively short lifespan.

You’d been drawn in by him immediately, and he by you, and the rest had been history.

Which brings you back to the moment at hand.

The two of you are laid in bed, and Cheol’s lips are tracing a heated path down your jaw and neck to the soft point where your neck meets your shoulder as you reach over to turn on the lamp on your nightstand. His teeth graze over the skin there, lips sucking sweetly.

“Whatcha doin, love? You hungry?” Your hands come up to play in his hair. He hums against your skin, pulling back to meet your eyes. His are a soft shade of orange - not starved, but he could certainly eat. “You know all you have to do is ask, Cheol. I’m always willing to let you feed.”

Seungcheol smiles warmly at you, fangs peeking out over his full bottom lip. “And I’m well aware of that, my love. Nothing brings me greater joy than the knowledge that both your love and your blood are mine for the taking. Truly, in all my days, never have I tasted something sweeter than you. However.” His hand comes up to cup your jaw, turning you as he leans in to kiss your mouth. “You know how much sweeter you taste when you’re lost in pleasure.” His eyes shine with hidden meaning, even though his words make his intentions plain.

You feel a throbbing between your legs. “You may have mentioned that a time or two.” You whisper. His smile grows into a smirk. “You must be hungry in more than one way.”

He hums. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve tasted the sweetness between your legs, love.”

You laugh. “You ‘tasted’ me only last morning.”

Seungcheol is already shifting himself on the bed and settling between your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders. You haven’t left bed since waking up, dressed only in one of Seungcheol’s shirts and a pair of underwear that are quickly ripped to pieces, Seungcheol too fixated on the prize of your pussy waiting for him to try and pull them off the proper way. You let out an annoyed squeak and he shushes you. “I’ll buy you dozens more. Nicer than these cotton things you seem to enjoy.” You sigh and let him continue, squirming under the heat of his gaze on your already wet pussy. His eyes flick up to meet yours as his tongue licks a broad stripe up your slit, followed by his fingers rubbing slow circles onto your folds. Breaking his bold stare, his focus moves to pressing kisses into the softness of your thighs, up onto each hip and everything inbetween while his fingers continue their slow ministrations.

“Ju-just because you have all the time in the world doesn’t mean I do, please Seungcheol I need-”

“I know what you need.” He growls, cutting you off. “Am I not pleasing you, love? Would you like to file a complaint?”

You scoff but it quickly turns to a whimper when his palm presses harder where your clit in hidden, moving back and forth as Seungcheol stares you down. “N-no, I just - your mouth, Cheollie, please. I need it so much.”

Seungcheol chuckles, something dark and from his chest. “Sweetheart, you know how much I love to play with my food.” He licks his lips and then makes a show of dragging his tongue against his fangs. “But since you’ve asked me so nicely, I suppose I can make an exception for you this time.” He removes his palm and you sag with both relief and frustration. The latter is quickly forgotten when Seungcheol spreads your lips with the fingers of one hand and he moves forward to drag his tongue up and down your center. It sends warm sparks up your spine and you let out a soft little sigh.

He hums against you, tongue creeping down to lick at the slick dripping from your hole. Seungcheol’s hands come up to grip firmly at your hips, pulling you closer, as close as he can get you, desperate to drown himself in you. Perhaps he might, if he still needed to breath to survive. As it is he does not, and he continues to fuck you on his tongue over and over while you grind your hips against his mouth. His thumb spans across your hip to roll your clit in sloppy, rough circles. You cry out against him as your blood begins to sing, your heart pounds harshly in your chest, and if you weren’t otherwise distracted you might notice the way Seungcheol’s lips curl into something like a smirk as he licks into you.

Seungcheol pulls away, his mouth and chin glistening and wet. His thumb continues its motions, and your breath comes in short, stuttering gasps. “Do you feel good, love?” Seungcheol asks. “Are you going to cum for me? Make my breakfast nice and sweet for me?”

You mumble something under your breath, something that sounds to Seungcheol very much like “Yes please,” and he smiles. He returns his mouth to your pussy, lips sucking harshly on your clit. Two fingers move down from your hip to instead plunge inside of you, causing your thighs to jolt from where they lay on his shoulders. His fingers scissor you open, thrusting in and out as his tongue laves patterns into your clit. He fucks you like that for a few minutes, two fingers turning into three, curling them inside until your back arches off the bed and you cry out, a garbled mess of syllables sounding something like his name.

“That’s it, my love.” He whispers. “Cum for me.” He sucks harshly on your clit and fingers you faster, rougher, until he feels your pussy clamp down on him, until your body arches a perfect bow off the mattress, until he hears you scream “Seungcheol, fuck!” With your pussy clenching down on his fingers, Seungcheol shifts his mouth to press a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, and somewhere in the aftershocks you feel the sharp burn of pain quickly replaced by a flood of euphoria rolling through you.

Seungcheol drinks slowly, eyes rolling back at the taste of your blood mingling with the taste of your pussy on his tongue. He groans, feeling strength surge through his body as he feeds. Every piece of him is screaming to drink more, and more, to feed until your body is drained and his hunger is satiated. But the thing is, Seungcheol’s love for you is more powerful than that, more powerful than anything Seungcheol has ever known in his extensive lifetime.

Slowly, Seungcheol pulls away from you, fingers and all, but not before running his tongue over the still-bleeding skin of your thigh, wounds healing instantly. Your boy melts back into the bed and he smiles at you softly - panting, hair everywhere, body flushed red with need and desire, and you’re easily the most beautiful thing Seungcheol has ever seen. He leans over you and presses a kiss to your forehead, then onto your lips. Your arms wrap around his neck and you sigh into him.

“Do you need more, Cheol?” You ask quietly, fingertips playing with the hair at the back of his neck. “Still hungry?”

He hums. He can hear your heart still pounding, the way your orgasm is still affecting you. “You know, love, I could definitely eat…” He smiles and nuzzles into your neck. “Do you think you can take me now, love? Too sensitive?” He grazes his teeth over your shoulder and you gasp.

“Ye-yeah, I want more, need your cock, you know that.” You thrust your hips up against him, against the hot line of his still-covered cock, pulling a deep growl from his throat. Seungcheol kisses your mouth again, teeth pulling at your bottom lip and tongue sliding into your mouth. You whimper at the taste of his tongue against yours, at the heat coiling through your stomach. You throw your head back, panting, and Seungcheol presses a kiss to your jaw. He moves off of the bed to stretch and you can easily see the bulge of his cock, thick and full, a wet spot telling you how desperate Seungcheol had already become.

He quickly pulls his sweatpants off and comes back towards the bed, pulling your body up off the pillows to yank your shirt off over your head. He laughs when, once the shirt is removed, you immediately lay yourself back onto the pillow and put your hands out, grabbing at Seungcheol. He leans down and kisses your forehead as he joins you on the bed, caging your body with his own - pulling your legs to rest on his thighs, grinding his cock against the wet heat of your slit, one hand on your ass and another smoothing over your stomach.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart? Ready for my cock to fill you up, make your little pussy full?” Seungcheol takes his hand from your ass to take his cock in hand, directing it between your pussy lips, tapping the swollen head against your clit. “Tell me how badly you need me, love.”

“Your arrogance in this situation is baffling.” You gripe, hips moving in an attempt to get what you need. He smirks at you and moves his hips back just enough that you lose contact and whine.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart. I have all the time in the world to wait.”

You whine, biting your lip before you look up at Seungcheol from beneath your lashes. “Please, Seungcheol, please give me your cock, please fuck me open on your big, hard cock I need it so, so -” You’re cut off by Seungcheol giving you what you crave, finally pressing the head of his cock to your hole and thrusting to the hilt. Your breath leaves you in short, shallow gasps, your eyes squeezing shut as you allow yourself to get used to the feeling of being so full. No matter how many times you and Seungcheol fell together like this, the sensation was always just as thrilling and hot as the first time.

Above you, Seungcheol’s jaw is set firm with obvious restraint - he wants nothing more than to pound into you without thought, to feel you cum while he fucks you over and over and over again, but he knows he has to wait. He knows he’d never forgive himself for being so reckless when you’re so fragile, so easily broken by his inhuman brutality. He’s old, centuries old, and has incredible control of himself, but there’s something about you and the way your tight heat feels wrapped around his length that taps into the more feral side of him. Slowly, as he waits for your go-ahead, he pulls your thighs more firmly against his own, helping you to wrap your legs around his back. His mouth weaves a trail down from your neck to your chest, leaving soft pink marks in his wake that would no doubt turn purple by night’s end. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, gently running his tongue over the nub between pulling at it softly with his teeth.

You open your eyes as best as you can, heavy as they feel, and nod at Seungcheol slowly. His eyes widen and he removes his mouth from your nipple to whisper “Are you sure, love?” into the quiet air between you. You nod again, firmer, and he nods back. “Make sure to be nice and loud for me, love.” He tells you. “I need to know I’m fucking you like you need.”

You’re tempted to roll your eyes because Seungcheol has never not fucked you just how you needed it, as if he has some sort of innate sense that tells him exactly how to give it to you. You’re tempted to, of course, but instead your eyes simply roll back as he pulls slowly out, forcing you to feel every inch of him inside you before quickly thrusting back in. Over and over he repeats this, slowly out just to slam back in, and it feels so fucking good inside you. You thrust your hips up to meet him and he smiles.

“I can’t hear you, love. Maybe I should….?” He trails off with a particularly sharp thrust that has you choking on a moan, hands coming up to grab at his shoulders and dig in with your nails in your desperation to have a hold of him.

“Ple-please don’t stop, Cheol, please,” you beg, “I need more!”

“Oh, my little love needs more, is that it?” His hips pick up pace and you cry out, hands reaching up into his hair. “You love my cock this much, don’t you sweetheart? You just want it all the time, huh?” His tone is a touch condescending, but you know that he needs this just as much as you do. That he craves your responses and the way your body fits perfectly to his just as much as you do.

You like it when he talks to you like this, though. When he teases you, lets his love and fondness bleed through even when he’s dominating the situation. “Yes, Seungcheol, yes, love it so much, than-thank you.”

He hums, and his mouth descends to resume its work on your nipples, aiming for the one previously ignored. He’s rougher with you this time, and his thrusts gain force, slamming into your hips. Your fingers clutch tight into his hair, holding him close to you as one hand snakes down to rub fiercely at your clit. Your legs, still wrapped around his waist, squeeze tighter and slant your hips closer to his. Even this slight shift creates a new angle and suddenly his cock is pounding into the spot inside you that sparks fireworks behind your eyelids.

You throw your head back and whine loudly, turning into a long drawn out moan has Seungcheol moves into overdrive to keep your responses coming - his hips move faster than any human man could even hope for, and it results in feeling a near-constant pressure against the nerves inside you.

“There it is.” Seungcheol whispers, mouth pressed against your ear now. “You’re enjoying this so much, my love, I can hear the way your heart pounds. I love having you like this - sweet and pliant, hanging off my cock while I fuck you breathless. So good for me, my little love.”

You crane your head towards him and whimper, a well-established signal between the two of you that he needs to stop talking and put his mouth to better use by shoving his tongue into your throat. Your fingers are still working your clit, and combined with the beautifully tortuous assault on your nerves by Seungcheol’s cock, you’re quickly reaching a precipice of bliss. Seungcheol can tell - he can feel it in the way your pussy clenches down on him erratically, the way you seem to be getting wetter and wetter as he fucks you, he can hear it in your heartbeat.

“Go ahead, love.” He whispers, grazing his teeth over the soft skin behind your ear. “Cum for me. It won’t be the last.” He punctuates this thought by replacing your hand on your clit with his own, so quickly the buildup isn’t lost. His fingers move faster than yours, sloppy figure eights paired with heavy thrusts and the filth Seungcheol whispers have you cumming with a shout, body going rigid.

Seungcheol moans loudly into your ear as you cum, a series of swears following the guttural sound out of his chest. He continues to fuck you while your body slowly relaxes, but his thrusts slow considerably in acknowledgement of your sensitivity. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He tells you. “You’re doing so fucking good for me. Did it feel good, cumming all over my cock? I bet it did, your heart is so loud. That’s one of my favorite sounds, you know, hearing the way your heart hammers after I’ve brought you such bliss.”

You blink, eyes bleary and unfocused, taking gasping breaths as your body comes back to itself. You press your head against his where it’s still nestled into your neck. “I love you.” You whisper. “I’m ready for mo-more, Cheol.”

He nods into your shoulder and his hips slowly, slowly work back up to their previous speed. He knows that he won’t last much longer, and judging by the sensitive little whimpers you let out each time his cock drives home, you won’t either. He wonders vaguely if he can make you cum untouched, this time.

“Love…” he begins, kissing sweetly down your jawline. “I want to make you cum, my love.”

“Al-already?” You mumble. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d driven your for immediately succession, but he shakes his head. One of his hands removes the loose grip you still have in his hair, and his other finds the one he’d discarded from your clit, pinning them both into the pillows above your head.

“No, love, not just yet. What I want is for you to cum just from my cock, can you do that for me?” It’s hard to say no when he’s fucking you like his immortality depends on it, like if he can’t make you cum his entire world will come crumbling down.

“I-I’ll try, Cheol, tr-try, okay?” There’s something thrilling about having your hands pinned down by him when you know that there’s nothing you could do to break his hold. He nods and leans down to kiss you, slow and sloppy with saliva exchanged between the two of you.

“That’s all I ask, love.”

Truthfully, Seungcheol knows exactly how to make you cum untouched, particularly when you’re already as sensitive as you are. But he wants to cum with you, to feel you clenching tightly to his cock as he floods you with his cum.

So he keeps fucking you, whispering a mix of sweet and filthy praise into your ear. You begin to lose yourself to the sensations he gives you, giving yourself to him completely as you always do, and always will. He gets closer and closer to his end, his thrusts turning sloppy and losing force as he tries to keep up his speed.

“Are you ready to cum with me, sweetheart?” He asks, something akin to breathless. Any moment now. You nod your head at him dumbly, and not ten seconds later Seungcheol realizes he can’t hold on any longer. Euphoria boils inside him and with a deep, gravelly growl he slams in one last time, cum flooding inside you. In the same instant, he bites into the skin just above your collarbone and blood flows onto his tongue.

Below him, you cum with a scream.

You don’t black out, not quite, but the intensity of your orgasm leaves you feeling as though your soul as left your body. Your eyes are too heavy to open, but you can feel the heat of Seungcheol’s cum inside you, you can feel the soft suction of his mouth against your chest. His hands have released your wrists in favor of intertwining your fingers, and you lay in silent bliss as he feeds from you. Your lungs heave in an attempt to pull air back into your body, and slowly it does.

Slowly you fade back into yourself, and by this point Seungcheol has finished feeding and sealed your pin prick wounds. He pulls out of you and stands from the bed, stretching again before walking away, towards your bathroom. Dimly, you hear the sound of water running, and he’s back not a few minutes later to scoop you into his arms and slide you into the steaming water of the bathtub. It’s just a shade too hot, but it feels good more than anything else. Seungcheol climbs in behind you and gently massages the muscles of your legs, pressing kisses to the skin of your back. He uses a washcloth to aid him in cleaning the mess between your thighs, his cum slowly leaking out of you.

“I love you too,” he whispers into your neck. “You are, without a doubt, the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You smile softly, fingers tapping a rhythm onto his thigh. You lean your head back onto his shoulder and sigh. “I think it’s safe to say I feel the same way, Seungcheol.” You close your eyes and relax, knowing you’re safe. Knowing you’re loved.

“You’re my forever, Seungcheol.”

His arms wrap securely around your waist, pulling you closer. “And you’re mine, my little love. You’re mine.”

[mars-ipan]

school me in a l l o f t h e m I dare you

homie that would be. far too many. so i’ll give you the two i currently really wanna talk about, starting with the one i’d get less hate over probably

Narumitsu/Wrightworth- Ace Attorney series

i mean. this one. this one’s easy as hell. let’s start from the beginning. pheonix wright, 3rd grader, is accused of stealing the lunch money of miles edgeworth, aspiring lawyer and fellow 3rd grader. the class is awful to pheonix, saying that he stole the money without proving it in a mock trial. it gets to the point where even the teacher is telling him to apologize. this poor child is sobbing, trying to explain that he didn’t do it. suddenly, an objection. surprise bitches it’s the victim, miles edgeworth. “blah blah you can’t say he did it without any proof blah blah he shouldn’t have to apologize”. the class apologizes and pheonix is acquitted. this marks the start of their friendship. not too long after (a couple of years, at most?) miles’ dad and role model is murdered in a horrible incident (this is responsible for edgeworth’s fear of earthquakes which sucks since he lives in japanifornia). miles is now under the care of manfred von karma, abusive german asshole prosecutor who can die in a hole. this is where miles stops talking to pheonix (moving away to germany can do that) and decides to be a prosecutor with his newfound hatred of crime. skip to college. pheonix is in a horrible abusive relationship, the poor baby barely avoided death and was immediately accused of murder. guess who’s prosecuting this trial? miles mcfrickin edgeworth. and pheonix thinks “hold on. i know him!!! oh my god what happened????” after he is, once again, acquitted, pheonix makes the stupidest desicion in his life: to become a defense attorney. he stops going to art school and starts going to law school, just so he can meet this dude again and ask him what the hell happened to him. because if the stubborn asshole wouldn’t respond to his letters, he’d have to meet him in court eventually anyways. so pheonix becomes a lawyer. he’s... surprisingly good at it. then a case with edgeworth. and he wins!! super well!!! once again!! edgeworth is likely just “oh my god what the fuck???” idk tho since we play as pheonix, dumbass extroardinaire. anyways, in either this case or a later one (i do not remember) edgeworth comes up to pheonix after losing and essentially tells him “you’re making me feel things and i don’t like feeling things so get out of my court” (i mean literally. “saddled with unnecessary feelings, like unease and uncertainty” like bITCH??? YOU LOVE HIM D U H). and then edgeworth is accused of murder. pheonix immediately is at the detention center going “bitch let me defend you or so help me god.” miles, ever the confusing fuck, is just “no. not happening, absolutely not.” (there’s also a line where edgeworth goes “i... didn’t want you to see me like this” and in the remastered version pheonix deadass thinks “trust me, i didn’t want to see you like this, either” like b IT CH.) anyways a quick earthquake happens and once everyone’s settled, pheonix realizes he can’t see miles through the glass anymore. he stands up to look through the room and bam there’s edgeworth, on the floor trembling. this poor man. anyways pheonix is just “well i’m gonna defend u even if u don’t want me to so i’m gonna start investigating” and he does that and talks to edgeworth’s lovely detective pal, gumshoe, who explains edgeworth’s fear of earthquakes and also that after he lost his first trial against pheonix edgeworth was literally just saying “wright, wright, wright” and pacing u h m?? anyways eventually pheonix finds out that the case is related to the dl-6 incident, which is the one where edgeworth’s father dies. he goes back to the detention center and edgeworth’s all “well that’s what i didn’t want you to find out but now you know so sure defend me what the hell but you’re gonna lose” bc guess who’s prosecuting??? v o n k ar m a. anyways pheonix wins the trial, gets von karma convicted for murdering edgeworth’s father also bc dl6 was never actually solved and it’s funky fresh. edgeworth is all “i don’t know what to say,,,,” so maya, pheonix’s lovely assistant in the original trilogy, is all “try t h a n k yo u”

other moments where they are Not Heterosexual include:

all of oldbag. edgey i am so fucking sorry you had to deal with her ass. i mean yeah everyone would have that reaction but edgeworth IS a snacc, he likely goes through this all the time. no girlfriend though. rampant homosexual

i mean seriously who wears a cravat all the time other than a gay and/or a vampire

“they’re rivals!” “maybe for now we are..”

“that man” “that defense attorney” “him”- miles edgeworth, all the time

5 red knights surrounding 1 blue pawn on edgeworth’s custom chessboard

there was a jewelry line made for the game. pheonix and edgeworth both have rings. they are the only ones with rings.

and that’s only the original trilogy babey!!! there’s plenty more in the future games but i unfortunately don’t know anything past apollo justice so ah well

2. Mavin/Team Nice Dynamite- Achievement Hunter

okay first of all this is a real people fandom so i’m gonna start with a disclaimer. A. i ship them casually, B. they (and their partners) are perfectly okay with it and joke about it all the time, C. they are in a committed bromance and i will not pester them in any way. thank you. this will also be in list form as there is less of a narritive to follow :>

okay so. these fucking nerds. met on valentine’s day. they tweet @ each other on valentine’s day saying shit like “happy anniversary” i can not make this up.

they refer to each other as “boi” and “my boi” all the time. michael’s twitter bio deadass says “[wife] is my girl, gavin is my boi”

just. just watch play pals

they got married in minecraft once. it was domestic and cute afterwards.

angry boy (michael) is simultaneously Soft with and Angrier with stupid brit (gavin)

“i will,,,, have sex with you,,, consensually.” -michael jones, drunk off his ass

*gavin appears on tv in a bar* “everyone look!! it’s my boy!!! that’s my boy!!!” *applause from the entire bar*-michael jones, once again drunk off his ass

almost the entire office lowkey ships it

michael gets jealous. all the time. he has mentioned a time when gavin referred to his other best friend as “his boi” and while recalling the anecdote, michael basically said “and i was like *growl*” like. damn ok

matching necklaces

michael is the best at translating gav’s britishisms and gavinisms

“my wife is dead,,,, my husband is dead”- michael jones, in a hardcore minecraft server where he is the sole survivor

they casually lay all over each other and invade each others’ personal space all the time

they joke about gavin being the bottom in literally every fic with them. gav’s only complaints with the fic are that he’s the bottom.

i think the reason they don’t have gavin do an episode of red dragon inn is because michael would be far too powerful. maybe one day tho. hopefully

michael’s own wife is just out here all “hell yeah dude fuckin go with it” (we love lindsay jones in this household)

“just kiss and get it over with”

“micool,,”- gavin free, Squeaky Brit

“sucked michael’s dick last night: gavin free”- credit on the podcast

the “are you wearing my jacket” “yeah, i guess i am” “stop! ,,,take my clothes off,,” line comes from them

just. look in the tag for mavin. you’ll see what i’m talking about.

their dynamic is very similar to @an-ok-dude and i’s actually. except. ours is less angry and squeaky. kinda

alright kids that’s it for now. this post is getting long and being on mobile means i can’t put it under a read more so i’m gonna stop here :>

bls tho check these tags there’s so much good content

[thevezinamonologues-blog]

Valentinesversary

Prompt: Nate MacKinnon, sex in his louboutins bc he’s a bougie bitch For: @coltparayko Warnings & Tags: plus-size reader (briefly touches on body issues), nsfw, bougie bitch sex, literally nate mackinnon has a luxury kink, unprotected sex Word Count: 3368

Other Notes: Outfit inspo for this fic here <3 thanks a million to @theainur for beta reading for me!

On the whole, Nate was pretty careful about money. It was endearing to you, really, how he insisted on price-checking the furniture for your shared apartment while the two of you shopped at IKEA, or how he still clipped coupons when he went grocery shopping. You were used to being careful with your money, but Nate was a professional athlete. He didn’t really need to, but yet, he cared about saving his money...

Except when it came to his game-day clothing.

It wasn’t a surprise that hockey players dropped money on bespoke suits for game days, and Nate was no different. From the first time you went to the tailor with him, you could see how much he enjoyed being involved in the process, from picking fabrics to asking about the measurements to accessorizing. You liked seeing the ways his eyes lit up with interest. The guest room closet in your apartment was wholly dedicated to his gameday suits, shirts, ties, and shoes.

Oh, the shoes.

The first time you saw his Louboutins, it was early in the season, at a home game against Minnesota. He’d finished dressing and headed into the kitchen for his pre-game glass of water and a kiss from you, but something was different. You noticed immediately. He was holding himself differently, with more… assertiveness, confidence. You’d seen the suit before, so that hadn’t changed. You inspected the suit, the shirt, the tie, and you couldn’t figure out what had changed until he went on his toes to reach for a glass and you saw the distinctive red bottom of his shoes. You mouth went dry and you mentally calculated if he could leave just a little bit later. It appeared he wasn’t the only one affected by the shoes, then. You kissed him a little deeper before he had to leave, and you were sure you felt him cop a feel before he departed with a cocksure little smirk.

Ever since then you made sure to notice his attitude change when he wore them and you reveled in it. A few months later, his pre-game kiss had even become pre-game trapping you against the doorframe and leaving you breathing heavy with a desperate need for some quality time with one of the toys in your nightstand before you dressed to head to the game yourself. It was that day that your idea was born.

You started saving up your money on the side, being sneaky, careful. The two of you had a shared bank account so you’d get out cash for lunch or shopping or something and put aside the bulk of it in your underwear drawer. By February, your plan was in full-swing. Your anniversary was on the 16th, which was close enough to Valentine’s Day that the two of you usually celebrated both days together (a ‘Valentinesversary’ Nate had called it your first year together and it had stuck). Nate had a home game on the 15th and you suggested the two of you could go out for a late dinner together after the game. He could get back into his game day suit and you’d dress up for the game, so you could leave right from the arena.

At his request, you set out your favourite suit for him on the guest bed: a perfectly cut single-breasted narrow shawl lapel charcoal jacket with matching modern-cut trousers that made his ass look fantastic. You paired it with an off-white linen shirt, and a silk dark green skinny tie with small cream-coloured polka dots and a matching pocket square. You left his Louboutins out next to the suit in a sort of silent declaration of what you’d both been skirting around for months: that the shoes were… well, sexy. They inspired something in the two of you and well… if there was any particular night to celebrate that, it was your anniversary.

When Nate changed and headed into the kitchen, you were still in your robe. He drank his glass of water, then crowded you against the sink for his goodbye kiss. He was definitely on the same page as you, completely forgoing the light brush of the lips in lieu of crowding you against the counter and taking you apart with his lips as his fingers deftly untied your robe. His palm ran across your soft stomach before curling around your hip and holding you against him as he broke the kiss to drag his mouth across your jaw, down to your neck. His lips slid over your skin and you whimpered his name just as he stepped back away from you.

“Tease,” you mumbled sullenly, though your expression softened at his impish grin.

He reached out to squeeze your hand as he grabbed his keys off the counter next to you. “See you after the game, Y/N,” he said, giving you one last, light kiss on the cheek. “Happy Valentinesversary.”

As soon as he left, you went into full-get-ready-mode. You already had everything hidden in the back of your half of the walk-in master closet. You had treated yourself to a spa day the day before to get exfoliated and waxed in all the necessary places, and Gabe’s fiancée, Mel, was due to arrive any moment to help you with your hair and makeup. You slid off your robe and changed into your favourite (and most supportive) lingerie set before sliding on the sleeveless navy dress you’d gotten a few months ago. It settled nicely over your curves, something you might have been too hesitant to wear it before, but Nate had been really good for you. He loved your curves, and the way he genuinely reacted when you showed them off rather than hid them had done a lot for your self-confidence since the two of you started dating. The dress hit you just above the knees, teasing just the right amount of your thick thighs that you knew drove Nate wild. You got out your slouchy white cardigan to keep the dress a little casual for the game and keep you warm when you were outside. While you waited for Mel to arrive, you got out the special ‘gift’ you’d been saving for for months. The brown box with white writing was on the center of your bed, ready for the evening you’d planned.

Mel arrived, expertly helping with your hair and makeup so it could be done a lot faster than if it had just been you. She was a wonderful, supportive friend. You were hesitant at first, when you started seeing Nate. You didn’t look like the other partners of the guys on the team, but the group was so warm, so supportive, and you didn’t ever once feel out of place with them. You were grateful for their friendship, and it was nice having a support system of people who knew what it was like to date someone who was away so often.

Mel finished the last of the curls at the back of your head before you realized the two of you should head out soon.

“Can I see them?” Mel said, nodding to the box. She was the only one privy to your plan and the “Louboutin Saga” as she called it.

You got the shoes off, handing her one to appreciate while you got the other one on your foot. They were white patent leather strappy stiletto heels, higher than you normally wore, but you’d tried them on a few times to get your feet used to them. Walking was a challenge, but not impossible and luckily, it hadn’t snowed lately so you wouldn’t have to worry about slipping and falling.

“They’re gorgeous, Y/N,” Mel said, handing you the other shoe so you could put it on. “He’s gonna love it.”

“I hope so. I’ll keep you updated after the game,” you laughed as the two of you headed out.

Mel laughed as the two of you got into her car. “Not if everything goes according to plan. I won’t hear a peep out of you until at least tomorrow while you’re recovering.”

--

The game went well, the Avs winning a decisive 5-2 victory. Nate had the game winning goal, as well as an assist on Barrie’s empty-net goal. You were sure he’d have some media to handle in the locker room, and luckily you’d come prepared with your spare key to his car so you could sit in the warmth of his heated seats while you waited for him. You’d lost some time catching up on instagram when the driver’s side door opened and Nate slid in, back in his suit, his hair still wet from his post-game shower, and his smile wide and lighting up his whole face.

“Enjoy the game?” he asked before leaning across the center console to give you a gentle kiss.

You nodded, smiling against his lips. “You looked great out there,” you hummed. “I’m proud of you.”

Three years with Nate and his cheeks still flushed pink when you told him you were proud of him. It was sweet.

When you arrived at the restaurant, a nice Italian place you’d been going to on special occasions since you met, Nate stepped out and handed his keys to the valet before coming around to your side to help you out of the car. You purposely flashed him the red from the bottom of your new Louboutin shoes and smiled to yourself as he froze, looking as though he was choking on air.

“Happy Valentinesversary,” you quipped, smirking at him as he finally took in the rest of your outfit, looking like he wanted to devour you there and then.

“I-” he started, opening and closing his mouth a few times before seemingly realizing that words weren’t going to come to him easily anytime soon. He quietly offered his arm to you, then helped you out of your cardigan when you got inside. He ran his palms up and down your bare arms as the maître d’ looked up your reservation. “You look…. Wow…” he murmured in your ear, nuzzling against you for a moment before the two of you followed the host to your table.

Dinner was as incredible as always. You were always a fan of anything they did, so you never minded trying whatever the chef’s special was. This time it was a duck confit and ricotta gnocchi with grilled beef tenderloin over roasted asparagus in a honey truffle glaze. You never wavered on your dessert preferences, though. Their crème brûlée was, quite frankly, dessert porn. And the way Nate blushed all the way down to his neck when you moaned at the first bite was certainly an added perk.

Nate’s hand was resting low on your back, just above the curve of your ass as you waited for the valet. His gaze was still heated and you were starting to shift with anticipation for the through dicking down you knew you were going to get when you got home. It was always so easy for you to read Nate’s face, and for him to read yours. It was, you thought, one of the things that made your relationship so strong. You could always communicate with each other, but sometimes you didn’t need words. The two of you knew each other so well.

As he drove home, you took your time looking at him, the way his thighs barely fit the trousers, the way his hand curled around the gear shift, and at one particularly well-lit stoplight, you found yourself wondering the safety ramifications of sucking him off as he drove.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re not going to make it home,” Nate’s amused voice broke you from your thoughts as they grew more and more indecent.

Your eyes found his just before the light turned green and you grinned. “Better get home fast then,” you replied. “I’m feeling very impatient.”

“Me too,” Nate replied, lifting his hand from the gear shift to your thigh, sliding up and squeezing before he had to change gears again.

You shifted in your seat until he finally turned into the parking at your apartment building. You got out before he’d even turned the car off, impatiently digging your key out of your purse so you could get in the door as fast as possible. Nate wasn’t far behind and as soon as your apartment door was shut behind you, Nate backed you against it and kissed you breathless, his hands finally exploring your body the way you’d both wanted him to do all damn night. You pushed your cardigan off while he’d worked your dress up around your waist. You started to toe off your heels but his hand tightened around your hip.

“No,” he said, his voice hitching. “Leave ‘em on.”

You grinned as you helped him pull your dress over her head. He mutely stared at your lingerie while you answered him. “Only if you leave yours on, too.”

He nodded dumbly, sliding his coat off and folding it over a chair before unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up his arms. You stared, mouth watering. He knew how much you were enjoying this. You didn’t have time to talk yourself into pushing away from the door, because it was just a few more seconds and he had his hand on one of your thighs, guiding your leg around his waist, and his other hand was pushing your panties to the side to plunge two fingers into you. You started to whimper his name but he swallowed it with another kiss as he felt just how soaked you were for him. You rolled your hips up against his hand, wanting more friction, more movement, more something.

“God, Y/N,” Nate murmured, watching his fingers slide in and out of you. “The minute you got out of my car I wanted to fuck you right there on the hood. Those shoes. Fuck. I wanna buy you twenty more pairs, those red bottoms look so fucking good on you.”

You tugged him close again by his tie, digging your stiletto heel into his backside. “Got ‘em for you, babe,” you murmured before capturing his lips again, whimpering as his thumb found your clit, circling lightly.

He took his time, fucking you with his hand, but you were quick to get impatient and eventually you grabbed his wrist, curling it around the metal of his watch and tugging up till the two fingers he’d had inside you were rubbing in fast circles around your clit, bringing you off fast. He knew what made you tick and a quick orgasm before he fucked you sounded perfect. You came in a fast, sudden wave, your head falling back against the door.

“Fuck me, Nate. Now,” you whined, fisting your hand in his hair and bringing him into another kiss.

“Here?” he asked between kisses, and you nodded.

His wide hands explored your lace-covered breasts while you worked open his pants, freeing his dick and stroking it a few times before pouting up at him until he hooked an arm under your thigh and guided himself into you, stretching you and filling you and it felt like you were calling out his name in breathy little moans each time his hips snapped against yours, fucking you into the door.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Nate said, reaching down to get your other leg off the floor. He didn’t do this often, you always worried about your weight, but he’d made it clear that he didn’t care and loved fucking you while holding you up against the wall. The angle he was fucking you at changed as you curled your other leg around him, digging your heels into him as he held you up with two strong hands under your ass.

You steadied yourself with one arm over his shoulders but the other hand was free to slide from where it had been playing with his silk tie up to curl your fingers into his hair, tugging hard as he sped up. His pants finally shifted and fell the rest of the way down his legs, over his shoes.

The linen of his shirt was getting damp with his sweat as he fucked you harder, to the point where you couldn’t even form his name, let alone any other words. So, when he asked you if he could come inside of you, all you could do was nod and dig your shoes into his ass with encouragement. His hips stuttered and his head fell back as he spilled inside you, filling you with his cum and just holding you there against the door while the both of you caught your breath. His softening cock shifted inside of you as he toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and boxer-briefs. You tried to bring your feet to the floor, but he tightened his hands to keep your legs wrapped around him as he walked you, still filling you with his cock, to your bedroom.

After depositing you on the bed, he finally peeled your panties down your legs, still leaving your shoes on. He knelt on the bed, bringing your heeled foot to him and pressing a kiss to the inside of your ankle, then slowly working his way up your leg with a series of kisses, bites, and nibbles up to your thigh, where he sucked a hard bruise before you felt the hot air of his breath against your pussy. His thumb worked slow circles over your clit while he licked his cum out of you, moaning into your cunt the way you moaned around your dessert that night. He ate you out with a sort of enthusiasm that you knew his face would be covered in your juices.

“Fuck, Nate,” you cried as he moved back to take a deep breath, letting his stubble scrape obscenely over your thigh and your legs actually spasmed around his head. “Jesus…”

He chuckled before diving back into you, pressing his face so hard against you that you’d felt his tongue spear deeper into you deeper than he ever had before and when his nose bumped your clit, your orgasm took you completely by surprise. So much so that you cried out loud, unable to control your volume. You were pretty sure you blacked out or your soul left your body or something, because when you came to, you were breathing heavy, and Nate was kneeling over you, his knees on either side of your stomach. His face was soaked and he was already hard again. He grinned wide as he opened a wide, flat, distinctively blue box.

“Happy Valentinesversary,” he said, taking out a long, double stranded necklace. The silver chain was dotted with diamonds, pearls, and turquoise. It was beautiful. He reached down to gently lift your head and slide the necklace on you, looking appreciatively as it settled between your lace-clad breasts. You reached out to stroke him and he took your hand and kissed it. “I got it, babe.”

You tiredly hummed your agreement and ran your nails lightly up and down his thighs as he jerked off over you. As he got close, he aimed his cock at your chest, ribbons of white falling over your lingerie and your new gift.

“Did you really buy me a Tiffany necklace just to cum on it?” you teased, running your hand through Nate’s hair as he caught his breath.

He shrugged, giving you a sex-dopey smile and your breath caught in your throat. You loved him so much.

“In my defense, it looks really, really good on you,” he chuckled, near-collapsing on top of you and nuzzling against the side of your neck. He was making a huge mess and you didn’t much care. “So do the shoes.”

“You cum on these shoes and I swear to god you’re sleeping on the couch,” you laughed in response.

“I’ll buy you more.”

[domesticfluffsimulator]

ao3 tag

Ok I’ll admit when I saw that @countingpaperstars tagged me I went “noooo” bc last time I wrote for this fandom was months ago, but then it was fun, so hey

Rules: Go to your works page, expand all the filters, and answer all of the following questions!

1. What’s your first and second most common work ratings?

Explicit (8)

Teen And Up Audiences (7) & General Audiences (7) are tied

not really surprised, I had noticed that I had written a lot of explicit stuff :D or, more exactly, I have posted all of my explicit stuff on ao3, and there are a lot of gen sutff that I have only posted on tumblr. I wonder how that would change if I backed up everything on my ao3 account...

2. What’s your most common archive warning? Least common? Do you consider yourself an adventurous writer?

Most common: No Archive Warnings Apply (11)

Least common: Graphic Depictions of Violence (2)

Kinda surprised that I warned less often for violence than I did for character death tbh XD I don’t really know if that says I’m more adventurous than I thought

3. How many fics have you written in each relationship category? Is this more accidental, or do you have preferences?

M/M (12)

Gen (8)

Multi (4)

F/F (1)

I mean it’s to be expected given that I’ve mostly written for FFXV where the femslash side is super limited.

4. What are your top 4 fandoms by numbers? Are you still active in any of them, and do you tend to migrate a lot?

THERE’S NOT EVEN 4 FANDOMS IN THIS LIST

Final Fantasy XV (21)

Critical Role (Web Series) (2)

Le Cycle des balls (Web Series) (1)

Still planning to post in the first two. I’m not one to write for a lot of different fandoms, I just write for one thing until I get consumed by another. But I’ll finish those damn fics so I guess I have two fandoms to write for now!

5. What are your top 4 character tags? Does this match how you feel about the characters, or are you puzzled?

Prompto Argentum (15)

Noctis Lucis Caelum (14)

Gladiolus Amicitia (12)

Ignis Scientia (12)

Kinda surprised that I included Prompto in fics more often than Noctis but okay

Bonus, top 4 relationships tagged:

Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum (7)

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia (5)

Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia (2)

Every other combination of the chocobros is at 1

And that’s more like it!

6. What are your top 2 most used additional tags, and your bottom 2? What would happen if you combined all 4 of these into a fic?

Well everything is pretty much tied at 3 or 2 occurences, except for “Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence” which is at 4 and that does not surprise me at all

(Now I guess that says that I’m not a very adventurous author at all xD)

So I guess if you put them all in one you’d get a fun and sexy fluffy romance about trans guys on the titanic. That would be fun I guess

7. How many WIPs do you have currently running on AO3? Any you don’t plan on finishing?

I have Four TTuTT I plan on finishing them all, at some point, I don’t like leaving things unfinished, but hey, that’s a lot, and we’ll see how life goes TTuTT

8. Tag people!

who’s still out there writing fics? @mako-lies ? I guess that’s it???? Just consider yourselves tagged if you wanna play

[heartxshaped-bruises]

‘✩’ - Z and Nate

The Ultimate Relationship Tag

Nate && Zelda

Send ‘✩’ for the following:

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Zelda. Nate’s much calmer than her.Who threatens to leave but never actually does? That’d be Z as well.Who actually keeps their word and leaves? I have the feeling both are too stubborn for that?Who trashes the house? Again - Zelda. Of both I think she’s more likely to do so.Do either of them get physical? I don’t think it gets more than holding wrists or poking chests?How often do they argue/disagree? Now that they know more about each other I think it increases.Who is the first to apologise? Zelda

Sex: ( okay – I’m just guessing here, don’t hate me xD )

Who is on top? Since I don’t know how things work out for Nate here, I’d say ZWho is on the bottom? Nate (points at question above – but maybe I’m wrong )Who has the strangest desires? If any of them has those I’m convinced they wouldn’t tell xDAny kinks? I dunno about Nate but Z is into roleplayWho’s dominant in bed? I have the impression both would try to keep the upper hand.Is head ever in the equation? I’m not sure if it’s Nate’s thing? Not that Z would mind it. If so, who is better at performing it?Ever had sex in public? Hypothetically, bc it didn’t happen yet but - does the car count as public?Who moans the most? NateWho leaves the most marks? ZeldaWho screams the loudest? I don’t think either of them does that.Who is the more experienced of the two? ZeldaDo they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? I’d say something in-between? Once they figured it out.Rough or soft? Since they’re in the beginning state, I’d say soft?How long do they usually last?Is protection used? In some way, yes.Does it ever get boring? It should start first before it can get borning xDWhere is the strangest place they’d have sex? Now, that got me stumped.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Right now I doubt it.If so, how many children do your muses want/have?Who is the favorite parent? NateWho is the authoritative parent? ZeldaWho is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? NateWho lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? ZeldaWho turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? BothWho goes to parent teacher interviews? Also, I think borth would do thatWho changes the diapers? ZeldaWho gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? I trust Nate more with that.Who spends the most time with the children? Hard to tell. I really have no clue.Who packs their lunch boxes? ZeldaWho gives their children ‘the talk’? Zelda - unless Nate wants to do that…Who cleans up after the kids? Both - or depending on who’s around.Who worries the most? Again, I think both are even up.Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? I haven’t heard Nate swear so far, so Z? xD

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? BothWho is the little spoon? Z in the evening, Nate in the morning.Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Definitely Zelda xDWho struggles to keep their hands to themself? Zelda How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Until one of them falls asleep and then, it’s too late… Who gives the most kisses? NateWhat is their favourite non-sexual activity? Day-trips, driving to other places.Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Everywhere in private.Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? ZeldaHow often do they get time to themselves? I think they keep some time free for each other, nor matter how busy they are. It varies from week to week, I cna imagine that they sometimes don’t see each other for a few days. But they try.

Sleeping:

Who snores? NateIf both do, who snores the loudest?Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Right now, they sleep separately. Can change though.If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? They’d cozy up together but I guess they’d drift apart while sleeping.Who talks in their sleep? NateWhat do they wear to bed? I only know what Z wears - panties and an oversized shirt. I don’t want to make assumptions about Nate - already doing this through this whole thing^^Are either of your muses insomniacs? I don’t think so. But if one of them’s more likely, I’d say Nate.Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Yes.Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? I think arms would be a thing.Who wakes up with bed hair? Zelda. It’s a mess.Who wakes up first? NateWho prepares breakfast in bed for the other? I’m gonna say both would.What is their favourite sleeping position? Spooning? Spooning. It’s uncomplicated and comfortable.Who hogs the sheets? NateDo they set an alarm each night? Yes - with exceptions, though.Can a television be found in their bedroom? What a question. I have no clue xDWho has nightmares? Nate’s more likely.Who has ridiculous dreams? Z, but she mostly forgets them until breakfast.Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? That’d be Z. If she can’t have the blankets, he can’t have the bed.Who makes the bed? Zelda.What time is bed time? There’s no such thing as bed time.Any routines/rituals before bed? Maybe they make phone calls to make plans for the next day or to make sure everything’s going well. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Zelda. She’s just not a morning person, she’s a gremlin.

Work:

Who is the busiest? I think they’re different kinds of busy. Both are busy in their own way, Z’s mostly busy to get from one job to the other in time.Who rakes in the highest income? Nate, definitely.Are any of your muses unemployed? No, they’re not.Who takes the most sick days? Zelda.Who is more likely to turn up late to work? ZeldaWho sucks up to their boss? Considering that Nate’s his own boss, it’d be her I guess.What are their jobs? Nate runs the cartel of his mother, Z… has several ones. Two Nate knows about are taking surveys and delivering cars.Who stresses the most? I think it depends on the subject but Z’s stressed most of the times. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Z, yes, Nate no. I don’t think so.Are your muses financially stable? Nate is. Z’S a different story.

Home:

Who does the washing? NateWho takes out the trash? ZeldaWho does the ironing? ZeldaWho does the cooking? Don’t know if Nate cooks but Zelda would make him help if he doesn’t xDWho is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Both. Accidents happen and it doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with cooking skills.Who is messier? ZeldaWho leaves the toilet roll empty? NateWho leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? I think both do that now and then.Who forgets to flush the toilet? I don’t think any of them would forget that.Who is the prankster around the house? I’m covinced both are up to prank the other at times.Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? ZeldaWho mows the lawn? Nate’s house, Nate’s lawn. Maybe he tells someone to do that for him. Who answers the telephone? Z - simply bc she’s quicker to get to it.Who does the vacuuming? ZeldaWho does the groceries? Both - to be on the safe sideWho takes the longest to shower? NateWho spends the most time in the bathroom? Zelda

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Not for Nate, at least not as much as for Z.How many cars do they own? Zelda owns not a single one. I don’t know about Nate.Do they own their home or do they rent? Nate inherited his mom’s place, Z rents a small apartment with her mom.Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Good question. Next question…Do they live in the city or in the country? CityDo they enjoy their surroundings? It has advantages and disadvantages. But I think mostly, they’re content.What’s their song? I’d say any song that includes cars xDWhat do they do when they’re away from each other? The times when they’re apart I suppose that Nate would either study (if he still does that?) or talk to people from the cartel, going after business. Z would also work but also look after her mom.Where did they first meet? In front of a coffee shop in a car.How did they first meet? Nate hopped into the car without a warning.Who spends the most money when out shopping? Nate. Because he has the money.Who’s more likely to flash their assets? I have no idea.Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? NateAny mental issues? On Z’s side, minor. When it comes to Nate, I’m not sure. Did / does he have mommy or daddy issues after what happened?Who’s terrified of bugs? I don’t think either of them would be terrified, uneasy at most.Who kills the spiders around the house? Z would insist on not killing them and instead put them outside.Their favourite place? I a car a place? If not, it still takes you to many nice places :)Who pays the bills? Both but I can imagine that if they’d live together Z would ask him if he could advance her money so she can pay it back later.Do they have any fears for their future? I can imagine that with Nate’s responsibility also comes a weight on his shoulders that summons some fears. Z’s constantly worried to not get out of the spot where she is now in her life.Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? I’d say Nate bc Z’s hardly organized and hurrying between community work and her jobs. If she finds the time she’d do it though.Who uses up all of the hot water? NateWho’s the tallest? Nate (it’s not hard to be taller than her)Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Zelda. Now I’m curious about his reaction…Who wanders around in their underwear? ZeldaWho sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? NateWhat do they tease each other about? Nate would tease her about being tiny, she’d tease him with a bunch of horrible cartel cliche’s which she mostly confuses.Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? NateDo they have mutual friends? Nope, I don’t think so.Who crushed first? For some reason I’d say Nate. Maybe because of Z’s constant touching.Any alcohol or substance related problems? The only alcohol related problem is Z’s mom.Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? I have no idea.Who swears the most? I think they’re even here although I haven’t witnessed Nate swearing so far.

[ariadnedionysia]

fandom meme : hit me up !

I was tagged by @flintvane​ and am genuinely embarrassed that i didn’t see this before now omg i’m so sorry babe

I’m tagging @sherlock-and-other-things​ , @girlwhowasntthere​ , @deinonychus-1​ , @frodobagginsess​ , and @sherlokiofpigfarts​ ! and anyone else who would like to do this meme!!

putting it under the read more bc it’s hilariously long sO

1.  YOUR CURRENT OTP(S)/OT3(S)/OTX(S)

oh gosh i have a bunch so i’m going to try and limit myself but pythacarus ( always ), gwen / leon and gwaine / percival from merlin, foggy / matt from daredevil ( i don’t watch daredevil anymore but i just watched the defenders so they’re on my mind ), jane / michael from jane the virgin, tom / sybil from downton abbey will always be a fave, dean / seamus, lavender / parvati, harry / ginny, and remus / sirius from the harry potter series, and then caleb / ben and robert / abe from TURN are my final two

2.  A PAIRING YOU INITIALLY DIDN’T CONSIDER BUT SOMEONE CHANGED YOUR MIND (BONUS POINTS: WHO WAS THAT PERSON).

i’d never considered korinna / heptarian until @girlwhowasntthere​ mentioned them and now i actually really love the ship i’d never thought about it before

3. A PAIRING YOU USED TO LOVE, BUT IT ALL FELL APART FOR YOU.

oh god. um. you know i used to watch reign and i was a really big fan of mary and francis, whom i still love don’t get me wrong, but they took mary on a really uncomfortable plotline for me in i think the second season that was unnecessary and clearly purely for //drama// and i just couldn’t quite get over them doing that and what it did to the ship it just made me uncomfortable with them and with watching the show altogether

4.  HAVE YOU ADDED ANYTHING CRACKY/HILARIOUS TO YOUR FANDOM, IF SO, WHAT.

i don’t know if this counts but i did the emily watches atlantis series? i don’t know if that counts but i think they’re funny so i’m putting it on the list?

5.  WHAT’S THE LONGEST YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN A FANDOM

harry potter. i’m super proud to be a part of that fandom and i’ve been in it since the first book came out so that’s definitely the fandom i’ve been in the longest.

6.  DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FIRST OTP, IF SO WHO WAS IN IT.

i’m trying to think and it might’ve been richard / kahlan from legend of the seeker ( the show, not the books, i never actually read the books oops ), though i’m not sure. 

7.  NAME A FANDOM YOU DIDN’T CARE/THINK ABOUT UNTIL YOU SAW IT ALL OVER TUMBLR.

copying @flintvane​ ‘s answer and saying black sails !

8.  SAY SOMETHING GENUINELY NICE ABOUT A CHARACTER WHO ISN’T ONE OF YOUR FAVES (CHARS YOU’RE NEUTRAL ON ARE FAIR GAME, AS ARE CHARS YOU DISLIKE)

oh god. there are a bunch i have things to say about and i can’t decide bUT i’m gonna go with petra from jane the virgin. i used to really hate her at the beginning of the series, i thought she was horrible and i just couldn’t stand her, but as the series has continued she’s really become this amazing and realistically flawed woman that i just want to see happy. i wouldn’t say she’s my fave, but i do want to see her happy. 

9.  NAME THREE THINGS YOU WISH YOU SAW MORE OR IN YOUR MAIN FANDOM (OR A FANDOM OF CHOICE)

i’m gonna say atlantis for this one sO

1. another season. i mean come on, guys. come on.

2. more pythacarus, we just got the one kiss ( which was amazing a+++ ) but that was pretty much it, i know they’re not the main focus of the show, but i do love them dearly and would’ve loved to have seen more

3. where the hell are the rest of the argonauts and why did jason not go back for them i need that reunion like. two years ago. pls.

10.  CHOOSE A SONG AT RANDOM, WHICH SHIP OR CHARACTER DOES IT REMIND YOU OF

i just put my itunes on shuffle and “oceans” by seafret was the first song to come on, and it reminds me of ariadne / jason

11.  A PAIRING YOU SHIP THAT YOU DON’T THINK ANYONE ELSE SHIPS

gwen / leon from merlin. i know merthur is the Big Ship of merlin, i don’t really see many other ships there except that one. but i think a lot about gwen being pretty much abandoned by everyone she loves / loved after arthur dies, since gwaine and arthur and elyan and morgana are all dead and merlin just decided to peace tf out, but the last shot we have of her is with leon and her being a queen on her own and bringing peace to albion, etc etc, and i just think. i mean. they said they were childhood friends somewhere back in i think season two, and they were really the two people besides gaius that knew arthur the longest, and i just think that after arthur died, they would’ve been each other’s main supports, and eventually, they could’ve ended up together. this is unnecessarily long but i just have a lot of feelings about them okay and i don’t know anyone else that ships them so they’re my ship for this wOO

12.  YOUR MOST SCANDALOUS HEADCANON FOR YOUR CURRENT OTP(S)/OT3(S)/OTX(S)

i don’t think i really have any scandalous headcanons?? i’m very boring with my ships haha sorry, all my headcanons are angst or fluff

13.  DO YOU HAVE ANY HARD AND FAST HEADCANONS THAT YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING, ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL (GENDER IDENTITY, SEXUAL OR ROMANTIC ORIENTATION, EXTENDED FAMILY, SEXUAL PREFERENCES LIKE TOP/BOTTOM/SWITCH, RELATIONSHIP WITH POETRY, SERIOUSLY ANYTHING)

pretty much any poc harry potter hcs i will defend to the death, bisexual remus lupin, myka and hg wells in warehouse 13 dated at some point, bisexual harry potter, remus / tonks was unnecessary. i liked them and everything, but i didn’t really see the point of downgrading such an amazing woman like tonks to the Love Interest. she deserved better. even remus lupin knew that. danny in the defenders needs to say “i’m the immortal iron fist” less pls and thank. putting caleb and ben ( show: TURN ) with women ( that we never actually got to see ) at the end of the show was weird. bisexual musketeers. there aren’t enough lesbians in any shows m/m ships are easier to ship since there actually are some, but f/f ships are too rare and that’s a Problem. more women friendships, i’m super tired of the women being nasty to each other bc they like the same guy or whatever. peter pettigrew had a snape/lily -esque love for sirius, which is why he turned in the potters, so sirius would think remus was the secret keeper and have no one to turn to except peter. james potter grew up and evolved, pls don’t compare him to snape. neville longbottom is pure and must be protected. luna’s family can just be whimsical!! you don’t need a Dark and Edgy reason behind it, they can just be wonky and happy and weird!! every single nickname in the harry potter series is fckin hiLARIOUS. ginny weasley deserved better than she got in the movies, they did her a massive injustice. 

14.  5 FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM 5 DIFFERENT FANDOMS

1. ariadne ( i adore pythagoras but i’m gonna go with ariadne bc reasons ), atlantis

2. constance, the musketeers

3. cosima, orphan black

4. ginny, harry potter series ( /quietly pushes movie!ginny into a corner book!ginny for life )

5. ben talmidge, TURN

15. 3 OTPS FROM 3 DIFFERENT FANDOMS

i’m gonna put ones that i didn’t put in the first question : 

1. nomi / amanita ( sense8 )

2. korinna / ariadne ( atlantis )

3. luna / ginny ( harry potter series )

16. 5 FAVORITE SHIPS

THESE ARE SUCH HARD QUESTIONS OH MY GOD i’m going to try and put ones i haven’t mentioned before all of my ships that i’ve mentioned are favorites though okay

1. captain james / molly ( our girl )

2. fleur / tonks ( harry potter )

3. hernando / lito ( sense8 )

4. athelstan / ragnar ( vikings )

5. sirius / peter ( harry potter )

17.  JUST RAMBLE ABOUT SOMETHING FAN-RELATED, GO GO GO (PROMPTS OPTIONAL BUT ENCOURAGED)

i came late into the atlantis fandom, so i didn’t get much of a chance to be there before the series was over, but i remember seeing it all over my dash before season two came out, it was like the day before the second season started, and i was like. i gotta check this series out. so i watched the first episode of the first season, and proceeded to marathon the entire first season so i could start the second season with you lovely people in the atlantis fandom, and honestly, i’ve never been part of a better, happier, drama-free fandom. i love it so much and i love all of you so much and this is slightly cheesy but i just think everyone in the fandom is amazing. 

other things. um. okay well this is sort of fan-related, but i’ve met the most amazing group of people through my group, @orderfromchaos-rp. it’s such a talented and fantastic group of incredible writers, and i just love all of them to pieces, i’ve never had such an amazing rp experience. 

i’m hardcore worried about johnny depp and jude law playing against each other in fbawtft. i’m not a fan of jude law for this role and i actively, adamantly hate johnny depp, so i’m honestly worried that’s going to ruin that ship for me. 

i’m super excited about being a part of all the fandoms i’m in, honestly, i don’t totally know what to do for this part of this meme so i’m just ranting but i’m seriously hoping i can be in a fandom that doesn’t have its show cancelled soon after i enter it, because being longterm fandom buddies with new material sounds amazing and i would love to be a part of something like that again, i’m not really active in many fandoms rn and i wanna change that, so hmu with any suggestions for things i should watch!!!!