#(too bad i love answering em so : P)

[dollfacefantasy]

kenny. omg. hear me out. being rick’s stress relief during the alexandria arc of s5 😵‍💫 like omg yeah he’s clean shaven now but can’t go two days w/o fighting w someone from alexandria, got restrained by michonne n everything… figures he needs smth else to keep the group in alexandria’s good graces and settles on smth along the lines of free use w you!! can’t be too shitty of a day if you get fucked into the mattress by the end of it ♡

hnghhh em omg i love you so bad. ur genius for this. i put a little backstory because i'm physically incapable of not being longwinded lol <3

rick grimes x fem!reader

rick needs a little stress relief with all the new responsiblities at alexandria

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, age gap (early 20s/late 30s)

You always thought stress was supposed to decrease someone’s sex drive, but now that you were getting fucked dumb every single night, you were sure that wasn’t true.

Rick had to be the most wound up person you’d ever known, constantly up in arms about something. Ever since he and his group arrived at your once peaceful community, there’d been nothing but conflict. At best it was petty drama, at worst guns were drawn and brains were about to be splattered all over the pavement.

The worst it got was that day you saw him in the middle of the street hunched over the doctor like a rabid dog. You’d stayed back, keeping your distance from him as he waved his gun around and rambled on about control. Crimson blood dripped from his hairline all over his face. You couldn’t tell whether it belonged to him or the incapacitated man beneath him.

You’d never seen anyone like him. Living in Alexandria since the start of the outbreak meant you were pretty sheltered. The people here rarely raised their voices let alone tackled each other through windows. He looked like the physical manifestation of what everyone warned you life outside the walls was like.

It was scary, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

Needless to say, you were pretty eager to offer yourself up to take the position watching him while the others decided what to do going forward.

You entered the room while he was still asleep. He was as peaceful as you’d ever seen him. Taking a seat in the chair beside the bed, you looked at him almost as if he was encased in glass, a specimen for your examination. His skin still had the scarlet tint of blood. His brown curls lie stuck between his temple and the ratty old pillow on the bed.

It startles you a bit when his eyes flutter open and connect with yours. Awkwardness sludges through your veins, but he looks you over like it’s nothing. You know you’re one of the least threatening people he’s come across in the new world. 

“You’re the one they got babysitting me, huh?” he rasps.

“I guess so,” you respond with more timidness than you would like.

His tongue slides out between his lips and licks the chapped skin while he continues to stare you down. It’s hard not to squirm in your seat, to shift your thighs against one another and make your desire known. Before you have a chance to think through your course of action though, he speaks again.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, his tone not looking to provoke a reaction but simultaneously wanting you to recognize your inferiority.

You shrug. He wasn’t gonna get the satisfaction. Not yet anyways.

“Are you scared of me?” he continues.

“No,” you answer.

“Good,” is all he says in response.

That was the last thing he said to you that day, but you could still hear the simple syllable in your mind. He might have been done talking to you. You weren’t through with him though. Under the guise of being assigned to watch him, you continued to linger around him as he went about his tasks in the community.

You tended to follow him around like a puppy. You were curious about him, watching him with inquisitive eyes, peeking over his shoulder as he cleaned his gun or tuned his transceiver. Your gazes were adoring too. It was obvious that you admired the way he could take control of a room with his words, how his people looked to him with reverence when he spoke.

He intoxicated you. In a world lacking things to do, observing Rick became a hobby for you.

He noticed of course, but he couldn’t say he minded. At least someone in this fucking place had an interest in survival and saw the value in listening to him. Plus, it didn’t hurt that you were pretty cute. He didn’t mind your company, didn’t mind teaching you things here and there. In his eyes, you were the least annoying out of all the new people here.

You both were on watch when you got a little promotion from least annoying. The two of you were sitting on the platform attached to the wall. It was night. Neither of you could sleep. Instead of telling you bits and pieces of the nightmares that kept sleep from him, he decided to teach you how to put a scope on a rifle. Nodding along to each thing he says, you watch his fingers and take note of every little thing he does. He gives you a few tries with it, but you’re still struggling to get the thing attached.

That’s when he looks at you, his expression unchanging, and pats his lap.

“C’mere.”

It’s out of your control really. You don’t even have a second to think about it before your legs have pushed you across the platform to the spot he beckoned you. With your back against his chest, his arms encase you and come around front to show you up close how to fasten the scope. When he’s done, he detaches it and makes you try.

His hands slide down your arms, lingering on the skin for longer than needed. They trail down to your sides then your hips. You bite your lip and try to focus on the task he wants you to perform rather than his touch. But then he leans forward to watch your hands work. His chin hovers above your shoulder. You can hear his breaths next to your ear. Once you’ve got it, you can essentially picture his subtle smirk in your mind.

“Good girl,” he croons teasingly.

You turn your head slightly, looking at him with your wide, innocent eyes. He chuckles and reaches up to stroke your cheek. Neither of you know what you’re really doing but one thing leads to another and you’re kissing. Then he’s got his hand up your shirt, groping your tits. It all comes to head and ends up with you straddling him, sinking down on his cock and burying your head in his shoulder.

Biting the fabric of his t-shirt to keep quiet, you begin to rise and fall. It felt so good as if it was what your body had been aching for. You felt the most alive you ever had in this shitty new world, and if the way he was gripping your hips and returning your thrusts were any indication, Rick felt the same way.

You both grunt and moan quietly as your bodies rut together with a primal desire for satisfaction. His lips glide over your collarbone and up your neck to the spot behind your ear. You let out a sharp whine which causes him to grin.

“Need you to be quiet, sweetheart,” he chides, “Don’t want to wake any of the others, do you?”

You’re quick to shake your head and cover your mouth with your palm, but you don’t stop bouncing. You needed him deep, rearranging your insides to a perfect mold for him.

“Then again,” he breathes, “They could stand to learn a thing or two from you. So obedient, eager to please…”

His words trail off as he helps you ride him. You’re so tight and warm, and for the first time since he set foot through those walls, his mind feels clear. He doesn’t hear the constant jabbering for his attention. His head doesn’t throb with the sensation of being pulled in five different directions. It’s like each thrust into your heat clears away a worry. By the time he cums, he feels drained of all his stress.

He needed more of that feeling. He couldn’t get enough of it. It was the start of a routine for the two of you. Everyday at least once, you were getting fucked till you were a drooling, dazed mess. And sometimes it was more than once. Sometimes he had you on your knees in the armory in the afternoon or pulled you into a storage closet on a morning supply run.

He had fifteen years on you, but most of the time he was the one leaving you exhausted.

And today had been a particularly bad day for Rick. Everything that could go wrong did. Alexandria was running low on a collection of different things, walkers were gathering at the East wall, one of the gate’s locks was rusting, a sprinkler broke, and on top of everything, he had to deal with everyone’s constant bitching.

The only thing that kept him from losing his shit was the thought of you laid in his bed at night waiting for him, batting your long eyelashes over those pretty doe eyes as you sat there in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of panties. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough.

He grits his teeth and dashes all across the community to try and get everything solved by sundown. The workload keeps him busy which fortunately makes the time go by faster. He also tries his best to keep his cool with people. There was no use starting petty conflicts when he had something much nicer to screw with now.

As soon as everyone’s headed off to bed and all the perimeters have been checked, he can’t get home fast enough. He’s quiet coming in. He didn’t wanna wake anyone. If someone got in his way now, he’d flip his lid worse than any of them had ever seen.

He’s up the stairs in seconds, taking them two at a time. Whisking the bedroom door open, a deep sigh seeps from his lungs as he sees his daydreams become realities of the night. Your pretty legs are on display for him as you lounge in the bed reading a book. He crosses the room and grabs you by the ankle to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. You already know what time it is and feel a dull tingle in the pit of your belly.

“Stressful day?” you ask as you finish the page you were on.

“Is the sky still blue?” he grumbles as he presses a kiss to your calf then another further up against your knee.

You smile at the quip, placing the book on the nightstand just in time as he flips you over onto your stomach. He climbs on top of you, squeezing your waist and nuzzling his face against your neck.

“Those people don’t even know how much they should be thanking you, baby,” he mumbles, “They don’t even know how many times a day you save their asses.”

You squirm a little beneath him as his fingers hook around your panties and tug them down. The sound of his zipper follows and it’s no time before you feel the weight of his dick against you.

“Needed you so bad all day,” he says.

“I needed you too,” you whimper as you feel slick gathering between your thighs.

He nips at your earlobe and rubs his hands up under his shirt you have on to tease the sides of your breasts.

“S’cute, honey,” he whispers, “Thinking about me while you did your little chores, hm?”

“Yeah,” you whine as he starts to line himself up and slot himself in the correct position.

It was such a familiar feeling, but each time it still made a chill run through you. Your insides ached with the pleasure that came from being filled up by him.

“Perfect girl. That’s just the way it should be,” he mutters.

He wastes no time before he starts thrusting. It only takes a couple before he starts groaning too. On nights like these, he was in no mood to take his time or savor the moment.

“So tight for me, Christ,” he chokes out, “There’s nothing like you.”

You moan softly too, putting your head down to muffle your sounds with the blanket. His hand rests around your neck for leverage as he fucks into you faster.

“That’s right, pretty baby. You’re so good for me. Givin’ me what I need. You’re the only one who can,” he grunts.

He snaps his hips harder, trying to find the limit of how hard he could go without being too loud or smacking the headboard into the wall. You claw at the ratty blankets on the bed as your toes curl. Your head turns to the side a little to peek up at him, and his eyes roll back.

“Everyone’s always fucking looking to me for something. No one can look at me like you can though. Those gorgeous eyes, all glossy for me. Not a thought behind ‘em right now,” he pants.

You nod weakly while digging your teeth into your lip again. It was getting harder to suppress the noises with the blanket alone.

“Rick…” you whimper, “Oh fuck, Rick.”

You gasp as he starts hitting the perfect spot. His stiff cock slips effortlessly in and out of you over and over and brushes that nook each time.

“Mhm. You’re the only one I wanna hear calling my name. Everyone here’s always whining for me, bitching for something. Not my girl though. The only time I hear you whining is when I’m balls deep, fucking you like you deserve,” he whispers.

You nod against the mattress. Your body rocks with the momentum of each thrust. Every stroke was working you closer to the edge, and Rick could feel his own impending as well.

Both his hands slide down to your hips to grip them hard. He keeps grinding and rolling his hips into you.

“Give it to me, princess. Lemme feel it. Gotta get my fix,” he says just as you start to tense up and jerk around below him.

You cum with a high moan into the plush fabric beneath you. Your body trembles and twitches as it handles the rush of euphoria. He keeps fucking you through it. His own noises start getting needier, closer to whimpers than groans. He grunts for a second as he finally feels release. He pulls out quickly and lets it spurt all over your ass. He’d so much rather do it inside, but he really didn’t need something else to worry about nine months from now.

With his release, the both of you are able to settle down for the night. He rolls off of you and quickly gets you cleaned up, so he can crawl into bed and hold you against his chest. The second most soothing thing to your pussy was the warmth of your body against him.

“So good for me, sweetheart. Always make things so good for me,” he sighs and lazily kisses your head, ready to drift off with the comfort of knowing this little scene would repeat itself tomorrow.

[lnfours]

sunshine | l.n

summary: morning phone calls prompt from this prompt list

warnings: fluff, language, crying bc i want him so bad !!!

masterlist | feel free to send in a prompt!

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you regretted not shutting your blinds last night as the sun shone brightly through the windows of your bedroom. you huffed, rolling over onto your side to try to go back to sleep, but there was no use. it was too damn bright.

you threw the covers off your body, immediately missing the warmth from the blankets and your bed. you grabbed your phone off your nightstand and slipped your feet into the slippers you purposely left by your bed. a shiver traveled through your body as you made your way into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes before your phone buzzed on the counter.

you looked down, lando’s name lighting up your screen with a text.

you awake?

you tapped on the notification, typing back a response before starting to make yourself a cup of coffee. desperately needing the caffeine and the warmth.

just woke up.

you were stirring in the sugar when your phone buzzed and lit up again. another text from your boyfriend.

can i call?

you smiled at your screen, he always made sure to call you in the mornings whenever you two weren’t together. he loved waking up and hearing your voice on the other end of the phone, or seeing your face if he chose to facetime you.

sure, ready when you are :)

after a few seconds, his contact picture popped up on your screen. you took a minute to stare at the photo, a smile on your face as you remembered when you had taken it. it was a picture of him smiling, walking through the mtc with a shoebox in his arms. he had looked too good in the natural lighting for you not to snap a screenshot.

you slid the answer button over, smiling as you pressed the phone against your ear, “good morning,”

“g’morning,” his voice was raspy and you could tell he had woken up not long after you had, “how’d you sleep? any better than the night before?”

“not really,” you sighed, “i think i’m going to run to the store later and grab some melatonin or something. how’d you sleep?”

“slept hard,” he said, before continuing, “i could come with you to the store later,” he said, trying to mask his desperate desperate need to see you after spending a couple days apart, “gotta grab some things, too.”

you smirked, knowing he was just saying it to so that he would be able to see you, “oh yeah? like what?”

he hummed, “things,”

you laughed softly, “okay, i’ve got a meeting at 10. wanna go after?”

“sounds good,” he said.

there was rustling on his end and you could tell it was him getting out of bed, “want me to just drive us back to mine when we were done at the store?”

you placed your coffee on the table in front of you, tucking your legs under your body as you sat on the couch, “i’m good with that. means i don’t have to drive.”

you could hear the playful eye roll, “lazy bones,”

“you know it,” you said, swallowing a sip of coffee down before you continued, “oh! are we still going out with max and p tomorrow?”

“pretty sure, i’ll double check with max though.” lando said, a clinking of pans echoing through the phone. he was making breakfast.

you moved the phone from your ear to look at the time, “i gotta start getting ready for this meeting,” you sighed, “even though i really don’t want to.”

“you’ve got this,” he said back, “show ‘em how badass my girl is.”

you laughed, “i’ll text you when it’s over.”

“sounds good, baby,” his smile was evident, you didn’t even have to see it to know how bright it was, “knock ‘em dead, i love you.”

“i love you, too,” you smiled, “see you soon.”

“see you soon, love.”

you clicked the red button at the bottom of your screen, shaking your head with a slight laugh as you grabbed your mug and made your way into the bedroom.

mornings were slowly starting to become your favorite time of day.

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what would have had to happen for y/n to be in this situation with ony

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“got some nerve…coming up in there like you ain’t got no sense” his voice deeply touched your ears as he spoke. your ass was hot from the many times he’s struck it. pussy being pounded into oblivion from the back. it was almost certain you were going to be sore and bedridden in the morning. all because you let jealousy cloud your judgment.

“ma i just told you, been telling you the whole ride home, i don’t know that girl” you rolled your eyes at him, not caring about the irritated look your boyfriend was giving you. “you mean to tell me this bitch knows your name, mom’s name, and has your number in her contacts, and you never fucked wit her? boy get the fuck outta here wit that!” you pointed your long acrylic nail in his face as you spoke. getting up close and personal to show him that you weren’t playing.

ony took a deep breath before replying. crossing his big arms across his chest to keep himself from just snatching you up right there. “first of all…watch your mouth. second, i need you to put that big girl brain to good use and think.” you rolled your eyes as he continued to to break down your assumptions. “no cocky shit, but i’m probably the most known nigga on this campus and you know that. so of course people gon know my name. as for my number, i can’t stop girls from asking around for it. she prolly got it from someone on the team and i’ll check em for that. and you can check my phone to clarify ‘cause ain’t no female in there but my momma and you.”

your face began to soften as his excuses were starting to make sense, an apology already on the tip of your tongue as he continued. “as far as knowing momma’s name, you gotta be smarter than that princess. after every game what i say to the camera?” your eyes revert to the floor, guilt clouding your mind as you start to feel bad for how you were acting. ony softly cooed at you, inked fingers tilting your chin up so he can look into your eyes. “tell me ma” you sighed deeply, taking a long pause before answering his question. “y’say ‘first i wanna give a shout-out to my very first supporters, my parents Abena and Todd Jackson.’ m’sorr-”

“sh sh sh. what else baby?” your eyes instantly began to water as you recited the second part of his speech. “a-and y’said ‘a-also wanna give a big shoutout t-to my beautiful g-girlfriend y/n.’ m’sorry papa i was just so mad and i–” he cut you off again, this time by snatching you up by your throat and bringing your face closer to his. “this is why we communicate ain’t it? to prevent shit like this, but you ain’t do that did you? nahh….you came into the team house yelling and screaming, embarrassing the both of us ‘cause you let your emotions get the best f’you. so now…. ima let mine get the best of me. go in the room and strip.”

it was a matter of minutes before ony had you stripped and screaming in the middle of the bed. dick punishing your insides so good , but you held that need for release with a death grip. “daddyyyy i said m’sorry alreadyyy. p-please let me cumm” you whined, drool dripping from your lips as ony replied with a hard slap on your ass. “no. you ain’t learn yet” he grumbled, angling his hips downward so he can be felt in your stomach. your mouth opened in a silent scream, the feeling too much for you as you tried to inch up the bed.

ony watched you closely, letting you move up just enough so you can take a sigh of relief before yanking you back onto him. “don’t run from me mama. you gettin what you deserve” you let out a loud whine as you felt him begin to hit you deeper than he did before, heavy hand coming down on your ass repeatedly. your ass was definitely going to be sore in the morning. “you love me?” ony asked, stroking you just right to the point where holding your orgasm was almost unbearable. “y-you know i love you daddy”

the next thing you knew, your back was too his chest and ony has his hand tightly around your neck. the brutal pace of his hips slowing to deep strokes. his dick repeatedly hitting the sweetest spots inside of you. there was no way you could hold it in anymore, a quiet whine escaping your lips as your release slowly trickled down your thighs. ony wasn’t far behind, his ropes of cum shot deep into you as he slowed his hips to a stop.

“if you love me then communicate wit me cause now you gon be here all night. turn over.”

[midnghtprentiss]

dating emily prentiss - headcons

pairing: ssa emily prentiss x pediatrician!femreader

warnings: fluff content, sugestive smut, cm horrors (children abuse), emily being a softie

no descriptions of hair, skin color, body shape

i'm thinking about making this idea a series. what you guys think?

You meet Emily for the first time because of Hotch. She drove him and Jack to your office in the middle of the night 'cause the poor child had a bad fever. She wasn't expecting to find you. Pink scrub with flowers and bees all over it, white shoes and a funny tiara in your hair. 

"Dr. Y/L/N. This is my coworker Emily, she drove us here." You nod, taking a quick glance at her. 

"Nice to meet you, Emily. Shall we go Jack?" 

That was the first time she was hypnotized by a woman like you. How you treated Hotch and especially Jack. She wouldn't mind spending hours watching you work. 

The second time she saw you was during a case. They were rescuing abused children and the pediatrician the BAU chose was you. Reid, Morgan and Emily stayed at the clinic while you did your best to save those children.

"Excuse me. My team stabilized four of the seven children, they're severely dehydrated and malnourished. With the right work and care everything will be alright." You lead them to the rooms. "If you're going to make them talk, be gentle and calm. No loud voices and movements. Remember, these children just experienced a lifetime trauma. If you need me I'll be in the other room."

"Yes ma'am." Emily answered quickly and received a smirk from Morgan. 

"Ask her out, Prentiss, don't be so shy." 

"That's inappropriate Derek, we are working." 

She asked you out after the case was over. She stopped by at your work to thank you for your help and asked if you wanted to have a coffee next time you're free.

You learned that Emily was addicted to coffee, that she loves fudge brownies and most of her clothes have cat hair. You were so entertained by the way she rambled and how her brown eyes sparkled when she got excited.  She laughed at your 'no sex on the first date' — you failed so bad. When both of you noticed you were breathing heavily in Emily's car. 

"I don't know why that's funny. This rule used to work every time." You gave her a look.

"I'm just too hot for this waiting thing and you weren't even complaining thirty minutes ago!"

The months were passing and you two got very involved. Phone calls when she's away, dinner at her or your place, waking up tangled in the sheets. The schedules work just fine, the cases were longer like your shifts. There wasn't pressure on labeling the relationship that was building, but was serious. This woman had you wrapped around her finger.

Long phone calls or voicemails when she's at her hotel room.

"Hey, I can't even imagine how rough the shift is today. The case is evolving to the right direction, we got different clues today and are close to catching the unsub. I saw a bookstore next to the precinct with the book you told me about, so I bought it to discuss with you on the next date. Reid said the book is fantastic and he told me a lot of curiosities about the author, can't wait to tell you everything. Anyway, call me when you can. I miss you." 

She surprises you with your favorite food when she picks you up at work. You commented that you wanted to eat sushi and the next day she showed up with sushi just for you. Or when you slept at hers she makes your favorite breakfast (with Rossi on the phone just to make sure she's not giving you food poisoning).

Emily is a morning person, you're not. Waking up with this woman looking like a golden retriever, walking around, rambling and trying to make you wake up. 

"You know Ems, if you're doing this to get into my panties you are not getting. Let me sleep." 

"It's a beautiful day, sugar. Let 's go!" She comes closer, stroking your messy hair.

"I hate you so much." You looked at her with the most evil smirk ever. 

When she started to think about the idea of marriage, kids and white picket fence she almost had a stroke. She changed her whole life plan since she met you. The idea of a love that is so light and free wasn't even a real thing in her head. The greatest part of her day was talking to you, thinking of you. You were the reason she was more caucareful at the field, she was being more open about her feelings to her closest friends. 

Girls night!!!!!!! Penelope and you bond right away. She was so excited to see the girl that was making Emily look like a love pudding.

"You are so made for each other, look at that! The way she looks at you!" 

"Penny, calm down!" You drunkenly laugh at her and pass your arm around your girlfriend.

"I think we should get shots for this moment. Y/N help me!" You give Emily a kiss on the cheek and follow Penelope. 

"How do you feel?" J.J asked Emily that answer with the brightest smile.

"I am in love with that woman and it hurts that she has no idea of how much it is." 

"She feels the same way, the lovesick gave. I'm happy you found your half." 

"I bought a ring." Dead silence between them. 

"What? Oh my God!" 

"Keep this down, ok? I'm waiting for the right moment and right now it's not. Hotch went with me and yeah, that's it." 

You slowly moved with Emily and started to have a life together. You share bills, you do chores together, buy things together. Even adopted another cat. Life was amazing, couldn't be better. Until the day she proposed.

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

It's You

Summary: You and Benny go waaay back.

A/N: Another one. (just came back and realized I left some sentences hanging I'm so sorry😢.)

Warnings: minor DNI 18+, smut, dry humping, p in v, adorable origin story.

Word Count: 3.5k

Looking out at the endless stretches of land you're reminded of bits of your childhood, spent with your mother’s parents. You remember a massive backyard with no fence like the one at home and a tire swing that never caught a break. The stink of outside caused your grandmother to tell you to shower before you sat at her dining table. From those early memories, it was your favorite place. But the summer you turned 9 the cracks in your family were too big to ignore, unbeknownst to you.

When your parents' divorce was finalized all you thought was that you’d get two of everything but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Your mom got remarried first promising a new beginning, except eventually, that meant without you. Her husband, Liam, was lovely enough but after you refused to call him ‘dad’ the exclusion began there. You spent more and more weeks with your dad under the guise of them needing time together. 

The announcement of your mother's pregnancy shocked you but you were happy to be a big sibling. Even though you spent more time with your dad it was explained to you they needed to set up for the baby. The tension between your mother and father was thick. He hated the way she was allowing her new husband to treat you like yesterday’s trash, seeing you cry after your mother denied you for the umpteenth time left your father feeling defeated. 

He knew how much you loved going to your grandparents, despite the divorce they maintained a good relationship. So he sucked it up and called his former mother-in-law to have a heart-to-heart. His hushed whispers didn’t stop you from eavesdropping.

“I just don’t know what to do, I can’t fill in for Monica and she can’t be bothered to care,” Your dad sighs. “I need her to have some normalcy and more than me to fall back on. I just don’t think I’m enough anymore.” Your father’s hidden grieves finally aired. 

“Baby you are doing the best you can, I’m sorry it’s been this bad. I don’t know what’s gotten into Monica but she's always welcome to stay with us, you too if you ever need to.” 

“She does love it up there.” Although you only hear your father’s side excitement thrums throughout you, and only one place makes you that happy.

“Mhmm can’t keep her overactive behind in the house.” Grandma's quip summons your father's deep chuckle thinking of the time spent at his former in-laws. “So it’s settled then bring her behind up here and she’ll be alright.” 

“Thank you.” In only two words anyone could feel genuine gratitude from your father. 

……….

Your heart beats a mile a minute as you pull up to your grandparent's house, It’s been longer than usual and you weren’t sure if they still wanted you around. Noticing your hesitance your dad gives you space and goes to get the bags out of the trunk. By the time he drags the last of them to the steps he sees you standing at the door. 

“You gonna let em’ know we’re here sweet pea?” He gently urges you with raised brows.

You raise your hand to ring the doorbell, listening to the wind chimes on the porch. Then you hear a flurry of steps come to the door, and both of your grandparents answer suspiciously. Once you’re in the house you can tell they are huddled together to hide something for you.

“Me and Nana talked and we know it can get a little lonely when you’re here with us geriatrics,” your grandmother swats him with a side glance. “This is someone we found to help with that.” 

A black kitten with doll-like eyes stares back at you, gently you approach the pet and feel their fur. You get an instant response as a smile slowly blossoms across your face. “What’s their name?” 

“We thought you could take care of naming him.” Your grandmother looks fondly upon you enjoying the kitten. 

“Ok, but I need to get to know him better first.” You decide before running up the stairs to your room yelling a “Thank you,” to everyone involved. 

Hours pass as you get to know your kitten. He’s not fond of outside but he’ll stay on the porch and watch you. He prefers to roam around in the same room as you rather than cuddle, not that you mind. Even though you don’t see him all the time you know he’s there, which was oddly comforting to you. 

After spending enough time holed in your room you come downstairs to bother your grandpa while he watches sports. Except you find two teenage-looking boys sitting in the living room with him. The older one, you assume, has longer hair like the men in your grandma's ‘special’ books. He’s got blue eyes that are glued to the screen like he’s getting paid. The younger one though, is already looking at you causing heat to flood your cheeks. You back up the way you came and head to where your grandmother is. 

“Nana who are those people on the couch with Grandpa?”

“Oh those are our new neighbor’s kids, They moved in the house a mile from here and they help out in exchange for dinner.” Your Nan lets out before adding, “Where’s your kitten sweet pea?”

“Sebastien’s taking a nap” you proudly tell her.

You saddle up next to her watching as she cooks and helping cut, albeit rather slowly, but she doesn’t seem to mind. The kitchen smells better than ever which attracts the three people dedicated to watching sports in the other room. The two boys enter the room and you busy yourself stirring the pot. 

“Do you want me and Benny to set the table ma’am?” The older one addresses your Nan.

“That would be great, thank you, William. Before I forget this is my granddaughter,” she gives your name before turning back to you. “This is William Miller,” she gestures toward the older one. “And this is his younger brother Benjamin Miller.” 

You manage to look at both of them with a small smile before going back to the pot. Once the dinner table is set the five of you sit down silently to eat, just the way you like it. Though you feel the stare of one particular person, you cast a glance at Benjamin who doesn’t bother looking away. You break first finishing your food and bringing it to the kitchen, Benny is right behind you with his plate. 

“You know it’s rude to stare.” You attempt to chastise him.

“Weren’t you staring at me and my brother earlier?” He grins knowing he caught you.

“No.” You decide to lie.

“If you say so, what do you do for fun here?” Benny's been bored since Will, him, and mom moved next door.

“I have a tire swing out back and there’s a creek not too far from here.” You hope he picks the tire swing, it’s more fun if someone pushes you.

“The creek sounds fun.” He muses.

“So does the tire swing.” You counter.

“We can do the tire swing when we get back.” He assures you.

“You promise?” Your eyes narrow in suspicion.

“Pinky.” He holds up his to solidify his word.

On your way out you tell your grandmother you’re showing Benny the creek, she warns you to be careful. Throughout the walk you come to find out Benjamin isn’t as quiet as you thought. He’s very talkative rattling over so many topics it’s almost hard to keep up. You don’t mind though it’s nice being around him. 

Benny follows your lead, so much so that when you stop abruptly he doesn’t have time to stop himself before barreling through you. The muffled grunt underneath him has Benjamin moving faster than usual. As Benny helps you emerge from the ground, he helps pick out leaves stuck in your hair. The death glare you send him has him primarily focusing on the back of your hair.

“Sorry, I should’ve been watching where I was going.” You roll your eyes but accept his apology no less. Luckily your clothes didn’t get mud on them.

“It’s fine.”

You begin moving to the edge to dip your feet in. Benjamin follows your lead, this time careful of your movements. “You know there’s a bunch of pretty pebbles at the bottom?” Benny cranes his neck to try and spot what you’re talking about. You inch towards him motioning straight down past the edge. “See all the green and blue ones?” You back up to let him get a better look. 

Benjamin’s hands are planted on the edge as he peers over, what he doesn’t expect is you hip-checking him into the water. The loud and humid air that once surrounded him turned into cool still water. Once he resurfaced and found you peering down at him with a cheeky grin, he couldn’t even be mad. 

“Now can we go back to swing?” Benny heaved himself out of the water, wringing his shirt out before trudging behind you. You practically skip the whole way to the backyard, surprised to find Will sitting on the porch. Upon seeing the both of you worse for wear he muffles a laugh. To make matters worse you look like you’re the one bossing him around on the swing.

When the Miller brothers walk home that night the squelching of Benny’s clothes has Will laughing the entire way home. 

………..

At present, you and Benny are celebrating his return from deployment. Even now over a decade later Benjamin and you were glued at the hip. You watch as he pours another shot out for you, this will be the 6th one. Just like the good old days, you two are getting shit-faced by the creek.

Throughout the years of you coming to stay with your grandparents, Benny would arrive before you did. The pair of you got close enough that he told you about his parent's divorce and how he hadn’t seen his dad as much. You hugged him and reiterated the words your dad told you ‘their loss’. After you told him about your mom he was ready to storm her house and demand an answer to her absence in your life. 

Sebastien and he got along well enough, Benny was always a little too excitable for him to be around. Benny had always had good looks but as the two of you got older, you couldn’t deny your growing attraction to him. His shoulders got broader, almost always stretching whatever shirt he was wearing. But his face chiseled out with facial hair, he had no idea what an ugly phase was. His hair was gorgeous and when he told you he was gonna have to chop it off for training you thought that was it. But no, his buzzcut enhances his face and makes you look into his eyes. 

“What are you gonna do?” You peer down at him lying on his back while you sit up gazing at the water.

“You remember when I told you I wanted to do MMA?” 

“So you wanna get the shit beat out of you for a living?” You were mostly jesting but a small part of you is worried. 

“Don’t worry, I’m a real professional,” He sits up and playfully punches the air in front of him. “C’mon I bet you can’t take me.” He stands up rousing you to play fight with him. 

“How many times do I have to push you in that water before I finally shut you up?” You finally take the shot that’s been sitting in front of you, standing with a little wobble to match his stance.

Benny stands nearly a foot above you, hunching his shoulders to somewhat meet your height. He rocks back and forth trying to figure out your next move.  You keep a distance in an effort to defend against his long arms, which he tries and fails to swat at you. You charge at him full speed to knock him over into the leaves. 

His arms circle your waist trapping you with him as he falls. When his big body hits the ground with a thud you laugh and try pushing off of him. But his arms don’t loosen, instead they slide down your waist and squeeze. Your breath momentarily stalls and you look into Benny’s eyes, his pupils blown with a thin blue outer layer. The smell of his Irish Spring soap encases you. 

“Benny?” You say his name like a question hoping he’ll clue you in.

“Sugar.” He responds lowering his pupils to your lips, the sudden transition causing you to lick your lips.

Benny groans low and you feel it through your hands on his chest. Your faces almost touch but neither of you make the first move. He nudges your nose before turning his head to press his lips to yours. Despite this being your first kiss with him you wanted more. Your body pressed into his, closing what little distance you had between you. His left-hand glides up your body to grab the back of your neck, keeping you there. 

You lick his bottom lip wanting to feel everything from him. Thinking you’re dominating the kiss, you eagerly lick into his mouth. Letting out all of your unabashed moans, Benny presses your hips to his groin needing to feel friction. You decide to pull back and sit up much to Benny’s dismay, the string of spit connecting you two brings a hazy look to his eye. You bring your knees up to either side of his hips, and before he can ask why you’re back on him.

Benny doesn’t give you the upper hand this time, his warm tongue sliding back into your mouth like it’s supposed to be there. You feel a pulse in your core that only gets more incessant with Benny exploring your mouth. You begin rocking your hips against his in an attempt to relieve the thrumming, but all it does is make you more needy. The kiss deteriorates since you can’t keep up with Benny’s mouth, not when your clit is rubbing against his zipper so deliciously.

“M’sorry it feels so good.” You let out before biting your lip to quiet the sounds. 

“Show me.” Benny raises his thumb to your lip to release it. “Lemme hear you.” 

Your eyes must be pitch black looking down at Benny while you hump him like a possessive dog. Benny’s hands find their way to your hips again, squeezing and pressing his bulge against your clit. He groans as you rub yourself against him faster, he loves the look of your scrunched-up face and pouty lips. 

“You feel what you do to me?” He asks you while staring at you intensely. 

“Fuck,” His mouth is hung open, letting out the prettiest moans just for you.

Another jolt of arousal heads straight down to your core, your panties are dripping. The wet spot on Benny’s pants from you grows, you would be embarrassed but your dignity left the moment his tongue went in your mouth. With your hands on his chest, you can feel the string within you about to snap. When you feel it snap your hips stutter and your hands find purchase on his biceps. Although your mouth is open you have no idea if you’re screaming or not, your hearing temporarily goes out. 

You both stare at each other with blown pupils and puffy lips. Unsure of how to proceed both of you remain unmoved, the surrounding nature seems to follow suit. Benny sits up placing his palms behind him to nudge your nose again. 

“I love you,” He pauses slightly “And not in a platonic way, I wanna marry you. I had a lot of time to think and all I thought about was you. I was counting the days to see you cause I missed you so bad. I mean we’re already halfway there.” 

Benny’s confession leaves your heart beating so rapidly that you think he hears it too. You suppose you two are more than halfway there. The friendship you share is something intimate, not in a friendly way either more like a married couple that’s been together decades and knows the other inside out.

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?” You stare at him, waiting for an answer. 

“Only if you say yes.” His eyes never leave yours, you can feel the warmth in his gaze. 

“Okay but only if you come back and spend the night with me.” You bargain, though you know he’ll say yes.

“I’m getting too old to shimmy up that tree?” He laughs at the memories of staying up all night talking. 

“We’ll go through the front if you promise to stay fucking quiet.” You pointedly tell him before pulling back from the intimate position you were in.

Standing up you adjust your pants trying to make sure there are no visible wet spots on you. Even though there are none Benny takes off his hoodie, handing it to you without a word. The walk back is surprisingly quiet but it’s not awkward, not when Benny’s eyes keep finding their way to you. The full moon illuminates the back porch of your Grandparents' place. With all the lights off you and Benny go around to the front quietly making your way up the creaky porch steps. 

Benny’s hands slide down your sides, hooking his fingers in your belt loops. You take it one step at a time so as to not chance waking anyone up. Your shadow follows your every step with his warm breath bearing down your neck. If you weren’t as professional as you were he would’ve tripped you up. Once safely in your room the breath you were holding releases itself. Sebastien’s head pops up from where he lays on your bed, more specifically your side of the bed. 

“I’m taking a shower you coming?” Without giving him a chance to answer you begin taking off your clothes on the way to the bathroom. 

Benny wastes no time pulling off his clothes and placing them in one pile before joining you. He gets in before the water’s scorching, the feeling of your hand gripping his bicep before you slip in has him making room for you. 

“Benny it’s freezing,” You shiver while gripping his biceps harder.

“Sugar it’s 90 degrees outside why do you even want hot water.” He’s just as confused as you.

“Because it isn’t 1800 we have air conditioning now.” You gently move Benny to the side, and he lets you get closer to the now steaming water. 

With you in front, you take advantage of the hot water beating against your skin. When you turn around to face Benny again he rushes you into a heated kiss, his soft lips melting against yours. His hands cup your ass sending your hips straight into his. Benny backs you against the tile before lifting you. 

“This what you want?” You don’t answer Benny with words instead grabbing the back of his neck to bring his lips to yours. 

He lines himself up with your entrance before slowly sinking himself inside you. The groan he lets out vibrates against your chest. Benny’s cock stretches you in the most delicious way, you can no longer focus on the kiss and throw your head back against the tile. Benny takes the time to focus on your neck, licking and sucking on your sensitive spots to loosen you up for him. 

“You’re perfect,” His sudden declaration has you clenching down on him. Benny’s hips begin to speed up, frantically humping into your own. The sound of your pussy keeping up with Benny was drowned out by the water. “Look at me,” Benny demands of you while his hips drive into you. 

When your eyes meet his, he tells you, “I love you.”

With your mouth hanging open you return the sentiment, your hips driving into his on pure instinct. Benny’s hands grip your hips in a way that will bruise tomorrow but right now he can’t bring himself to care. He places his focus on the way your tits bounce every time he connects his hips to yours. Before he can warn you, ropes of cum shoot out deep inside your pussy. The rocking of his hips slows until you're both panting against one another.

Benny releases you to the ground but keeps his hands on you knowing you’ll need some assistance. He takes your washcloth and douses it in whatever scented body soap you have on your shelf. He rubs it thoroughly throughout your body creating suds that make your body even more inviting. He’s gentle while cleaning up the mess he made. Once you’re finished he quickly washes himself before dragging the both of you out.

Your eyes are barely open while he puts one of his shirts on you. He travels over to the drawer dedicated to him, pulling out a pair of boxers to sleep in. As he slides in bed behind you he kisses your neck before wrapping an arm around you. 

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pls i need a part 2 of I Don’t Care, it was amazing OH EM GEE??!

you ask you shall receive my anon🙏🏽

“i do care” — neteyam sully ⋆｡˚ ❀

pt 2. of “i don’t care”

neteyam x fem!reader

warning: smut, p in v, choking kink, daddy kink, fingering, fingering at dinner table, mating. i think that’s it

the last few months have been eywa sent, you and your best friends brother sneaking around in a secret relationship. little small touches here and there but not too much to were anyone would notice until one night everyone in the sully family was supposed to be gone except neteyam agreed to stay and watch the hut, he only agreed so he could have alone time with you.

he had you perched up against his dads desk, his lips on your neck sucking harshly, his hand down your lion cloth with two fingers inside you making you scream his name. he quickens the pace of his fingers, your head thrown back against the wall, your cheats rising up and down fast “ma’teyam!” you cry “yes princess” he says against your neck “i’m gonna cum! please let me cum” you beg the tall boy in front of you, too caught up to notice your best friend and his dad standing in the door way “neteyam!” jake yells making him stop all movements, he closes his eyes “yes sir” he sighs. you can’t help but look at lo’ak, his face twisted with disgust not even anger or disappointment just disgust.

“get decent and get your ass out here. now.” jake demands closing the door, neteyam pulls his finger out of you licking them clean all the while staring at you, he bends down and kisses your head “i’m sorry you didn’t get to cum princess i’ll be back later” he feels so bad for leaving you like that “i love you” neteyam says running out to his dad.

he walks out slowly to his dad and brother, jake looking at him smiling but his brother looking at him with rage “you are disgusting!” lo’ak begins “i cannot believe you go around for months boning my best friend and none of you tell me.” lo’ak shoves neteyam back “if you really cared about me as a brother you wouldn’t be sleeping with her!” lo’ak has tears in his eyes. “i have to go” lo’ak looks down at his feet and runs back inside to see his best friend still sitting on his dads desk. he looks at you the same way he looked at neteyam tilting his head to the side giving you a stern look “lo-” you begin “no.” he cuts you off “you didn’t tell me?” his chest rising up and down so fast but so slow, you couldn’t answer you were silent which makes him scoff at you walking straight past you. making your stomach drop.

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it’s been almost 2 weeks and lo’ak is still mad at you. ignoring you when you go out to the ilu for rides and he just happens to be there, but especially whenever you go over to the sully hut and have dinner with him or hang out with them because now you are promised to neteyam and neteyam is promised to you. and everyone knows it. one night in particular though you had just got your hair done by tsireya and it was the same as hers because you thought her hair so was beautiful the way she wore it, when she finished lo’ak, neteyam, and jake had got back from hunting. you and tsireya walk outside to greet your boys, jake walking past you two to go see neytiri, you walk down to neteyam and see he’s holding his arm firmly as if he’s trying to hide something from you “move your hand” you point to neteyams hand, he shakes his head “it is fine” he looks down until you grab both of his arms moving the one covering the other, “ma’teyam” you say softly when you see a long gash on his arm. “it is fine y/n, i don’t care it does not hurt that bad” he whines just wanting you not to worry “okay well i do care” you say looking at the cut then back up to him “i care about you neteyam”.

lo’ak looks away from tsireya and over at you and his brother, the worry and love in your eyes when you look at his brother is something he can’t miss and when he looks at neteyam he sees love, all love and that’s when he drops the grudge smiling realizing his brother is happy, “get a room” lo’ak says bumping your shoulder and smiling at you making you smile back. after lo’ak and tsireya walk away you look at neteyam, your eyes lit up “he’s not mad at me?” you say with a wide smile on your face, making neteyam smile and walk up closer you taking your lips in his while your still holding onto his arms. “your hair looks beautiful by the way”.

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life was great, you and lo’ak went back to normal , you had the boy of your dreams everything was perfect. you just had a lot of stress being put on you by your mother and father about mating with neteyam. your parents had came with you to the Metkayina clan because jake insisted. “y/n! when are you going to mate with the sully boy!” your mother yells at you “whenever i want to!” you yell back, your dad trying a softer approach “honey we just need to know when you’re gonna mate with neteyam, that is all” you glare back at your dad shoving his hand off your back, “whenever. i. want. to.” you stand your ground. neteyam standing in the doorway of your family hut, he clears his throat “uh.. i am sorry to interrupt but um..” you’re still glaring at your father “you’re not interrupting a thing ma’teyam” you finally look away and walk out the door with your soon-to-be mate.

he puts an arm on your back and whispers in your ear “dinner at mine tonight, i have a surprise for you. my mate” the word rolling off his tongue.

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your family is now having a dinner party with the sullys. lo’ak has his head down eating food because he’s tired of how loud and obnoxious both yalls parents are being, kiri is talking with the adults and tuk passed out in her hammock hours ago, you and neteyam sitting hand in hand under the table listening to the loud conversation happening between your parents. your mom laughing overly loud “so are we gonna talk about your son and our daughter mating” your father asks jake and neytiri making you and neteyam look up.

your cheeks start to heat up and sigh trying to keep your head down low as possible, neteyams hand removes itself from yours and places it on you thigh, you don’t think anything of this because well it’s something he always does, but you feel it go farther up you look at him “what are you doing?” you whisper to the boy sitting next to you while your parents are literally talking, “giving you the relaxation you need”

he shoves his hand down your lion cloth and his long thick fingers start to circle your clit, your breath hitches you suck in your bottom lip. “y/n my mate are you okay” neteyam asks you knowing good and well he’s gonna make you cum at the dinner table. you look at him with a small smile and you nod looking around the table “just feeling sick i think i need to throw up” removing neteyams hand from you and leaving. “i’ll go check on her” he gives an awkward chuckle and follows you back to your room.

“baby if i made you uncomfortable tell me i’m sorry” he says finally finding you curled up in your hammock. he takes your hand “i have something to show you anyways” you look at him not wanting to get up “up. now” he says pulling your arm, you groan and get up.

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you both get off his ikran and he covers your eyes so you don’t see the beautiful sight in front of you. “are you ready?” he whispers and you nod. he takes his hands off your eyes revealing the beautiful tree of souls. it’s something you’ve always wanted to see but never got to “neteyam” you say jumping in his arms “it is beautiful” you smile wide now looking in his eyes. “i never brought any girl here because i felt they weren’t right for me, but you.. you are right for me” tears start to form in your eyes “neteyam..” he places a hand on your cheek “i want you to mate with me” he says and it looks like a weight has been pulled off his shoulders.

“yes! i love you” you cry making him smile “the last time i saw you cry you were saying how much you hated me” he chuckles. you put both of your hands on his cheeks “oh ma’teyam.., i could never hate you”you say as his cheek leans into your hand.

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he is no longer your soon to be mate. he is your mate. but right now he’s balls deep in you with both of your queues connected. you’re straddling his lap but he’s still fucking you dumb. “yes! fuck” you scream this time you feel everything, you feel what he feels and he feels so good. he lets out small groans smacking your ass thrusting into you fast and hard making your walls tighten around him. he lets out a moan as his head leans back “fuck.. this pussy is so tight” he’s gripping your ass so hard it’s probably gonna leave marks, you grip around him again, he looks at you gripping your jaw making you look at him “this is my pussy” his strokes now being painfully slow “i want you cum on dick just like this, looking at me while my dick is moving in and out of you slowly” you whine because you want to go faster, you shake your head “faster” you beg “keep begging sweetheart maybe i’ll give you what you want” you growls “please ma’teyam! please fuck me faster”.

how could he say no if you asked so nicely? he works his hips up faster and faster than he was going before making your eyes roll back into your head “fuck daddy i’m gonna cum!” he stops all his movements, you realizing what you just say. your eyes shoot open to his full of lust “what did you just call me?” he says with a shit eating smirk of his face “nothing” you try and lose eye contact but he won’t let you he thrusts upward hitting your g-spot “what did you say” you sigh knowing you’re not getting out of this “i called you daddy” you look down.

he groans at the name “do it again princess, beg daddy to fuck your pussy some more” the hand that was on your cheeks now on your throat “daddy please fuck me, i wanna cum” he smiles at you and and picks up his pace again.

“that’s right baby cum on daddy’s cock” the knot in your stomach snaps leaving you a moaning mess on neteyam, “you wanna take daddy’s cum?” he pants, you nod frantically “please cum daddy i need it” and with that he lets out a long groan and lets his thick hot white cum paint your gummy walls. he cleaned you up and put your clothes back on you, he pulls you in close and kisses your forehead “i love you my mate”.

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Hello! I hope you're having a good morning/night! (It's morning where I am) I saw your request for questions and thankfully I'm full of them. Question 1. How's the food at the cafeteria? I've always wondered if it's quality or just regular summer camp food status.

2. Is it strange to see nymphs, and other 'fantasy' beings in your DR? Does it give an uncanny valley effect or does it give off movie CGI but in real-time? Or even cost player terms in looks? Because I would feel like I was in Narnia lol.

3. how are the other campers? Besides the main 6 and Nico, I would imagine them being friendly enough.

4. And finally last question, could you tell who's in who's cabin? I also imagine some gods 'genetics' stick more commonly than not (like Athena kids with gray eyes) but! That's all my questions! Hope I didn't blab your ear off! This is my first time able to ask the little nitty gritty questions of a POJ Dr (all the tic-tok videos I see are either from 2022 or disappeared ;-;) but I'm excited! Thank you and have a good week!

HELLOOOO it is in fact 10pm for me right now so yes I am having a good night! :D glad to hear you are full of questions because I love answering them!

1. I can’t say anything about food yet since I’ve only shifted to my pjo dr once and I was only there for one day, I had woken up there right around 9 pm and that’s dinner is, they did offer me food but I declined because I was too in shock to eat 😭 I do remember percy liking the food in lightning thief though so I’m expecting it to not be too bad

2. YES OMG i’VE ALREADY MENTIONED THAT I PASSED OUT WHEN I FIRST GOT TO CAMP AND SAW CHIRON HAAA

its not necessarily uncanny valley, its more like movie cgi in real time, after my talk with nico on the first night when we were walking back to the campfire to meet with the others again one of em emerged from a tree and I screamed because HELL I WAS SURPRISED OKAY and she kinda just looked and me mischievously and ran off, like she liked the reaction she got out of me lol.

3. I didn’t really interact with any other campers the first night other than the hermes kids and a little bit of interaction with a few apollo kids, after the campfire with the prophecy members I went into the hermes cabin to sleep since I haven’t been claimed yet and even if I was there isn’t a NYX cabin for me to be in. the hermes kids were a mix of like.. stand offish and unserious, they were curious about me and they weren’t shy about it. there was an empty bunk in the cabin and it still had someone’s belongings on it, and I can’t help bit think that stuff is luke’s.

4. with some cabins you can definitely notice similarities! and if they don’t look similar physically its their aura, for I saw some apollo kids walking to the hermes cabin, they were sitting outside smoking weed 💀 there was about six of them and they all had blonde hair and tan skin. as I walked they saw me, the new nyx kid with white eyes and they were definitely surprised and confused but most of them smiled at me to gave me a nod as I walked and I appreciated that :P

im so sorry I fell like I couldn’t give you good answers to your questions 😭 but I hope this satisfies you a little bit! I plan on shifting tonight and I plan on staying for more than one day this time so we’ll see how that goes! and I’ll make sure to come back and tell you all about it! :D

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INTRODUCTION POST AND RULES 🔥🔥🦾🦾🦾🦈🦈

(Edit— 23/09/2024) I kinda got excited writing this ☠️

There’s like a worrying amount of text. I’m not sure everyone can gut how much I wrote 😭😭

But here are like the basics of my blog:

The name’s Andrés or Diego. Call me whatever ya want, idc

I’m a Trans Guy, he / him and if you don’t know me a they / them it’s ok I don’t mind that much. NO SHE HER IMMA BEAT UR ASS

☆ I got that dawg in me (asd) actually pls be patient im a little slow on some things

☆ Artist — I mostly make jjba fanart (currently insane about it)

☆ Art requests are currently open!!

I draw anything but nsfw/kinks, complex backgrounds, Steven universe art and proship stuff

☆ Writer (no fanfic here tho)

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☆ I usually don’t add tw (tho I dont post stuff with heavy themes often if I’m honest like I rarely do it) But if anything, be wary

☆ I also always have my notifications off so please don’t feel bad if I don’t answer a dm or anything of the sort

☆ please excuse me if I reblog/like artists who are proshippers, I don’t tend to check blogs before interacting🧍🏽(I’ve gotten myself blocked many times because of this)

☆ also like if they problematic in general like idk if maybe someone I reblogged has been in a big ahh controversy or summ so uhhh forgive me

☆ dni and fandoms im in below the cut

☆ more info abt me and my blog under the cut :P ☆

So, I think imma make(try) a dni list but ik it’s ultimately useless cuz like I can’t force ya and im not your dad plus I’m too lazy to look through every blog that reblogs or likes but uh blocklist ig???

It’s just basic dni criteria, but like if ya wanna read ig?

SHIT THAT GETS YA BLOCKED ‼️‼️

(some of these are oddly specific)

☆ zionists, racists, homophobes, ace exclusionists/phobes, antisemits (guess that’s how you say it???), conservatives, Proshippers, Comshippers, anti-anti’s and profiction mfs, LOL1C0NS AND SHOTAC0NS (KYS…NOWW)Transphobes / TERFS, SWERFS, and radfems, Transmeds/Truscums/anti-MOGAI mfs, Transid, “Transabled”, "transracial", Radqueers in general, NSFW agere blogs (SFW agere it’s cool I don’t mind), pedos/MAPS (I want you hanging on the STREET), Paraphilics in general, Misgendering kink blogs, kink blogs in general actually ☠️, Pro-ANA or Pro-MIA

☆ swifties.

Exceptions and specifics:

☆ I think Selfshippers / yumeshippers are cool thus they aren’t hurting anyone most of the time AND ALSO! people tend to think that transid has therians in it and no, I think therians, kinnies and fictives are cool

To be honest I don’t check the blogs of most people who reblog or like but- Ricky…Ricky when I catch you Ricky-

(I mostly notice when I get followed but uh- anyway 😻)

THIN ICE:

☆ Giomis shippers

Why? Cuz not all of them are proshippers but a vast majority is and giomis kinda weirds me out💀ik the age gap small but still it’s kinda….

☆ dsmp fans

As much as I enjoy the Fanart and maybe the roleplay was interesting I have like personal beef with the fanbase and creators

☆ Hannibal Fans

The franchise is fire but I also have beef with Hannibal fans cuz for some reason most of them proshippers

☆ MHA fans for the same reason as Hannibal fans

☆ Same with South Park

☆ Same goes for Homestuck fans

☆ Same goes for Steven Universe fans. It’s mid btw

☆ ONE PIECE fans, y’all didn’t do anything wrong it’s just that I haven’t caught up with the show 😭😭

☆ NSFW blogs (as in porn/smut)

ANYWAY

Languages I speak:

☆ Spanish (mother language)

☆ English

☆ A tiny bit of Italian

FANDOMS IM IN (but I forget sometimes 😿)

☆ JJBA (what I post about mostly (going insane over this))

☆ Yakuza (I haven’t finished 0 yet)

☆ Brawl Stars (slowly losing my mind over it)

☆ WEIRD AL YANKOVIC

☆ LOST MEDIA. (Believe it or not, im also going insane over this.)

☆ Berserk

☆ Madoka Magica

☆ ikigusare (best virtual girl band ever fr fr)

☆ Gorillaz

☆ Good Omens

☆ Moral Orel

☆ Dorohedoro

☆ My Little Pony

☆ Sonic fandom

☆ Undertale / Deltarune

☆ Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul

☆ El Cuarteto De Nos

☆ Azumanga Dioh!

☆ Vocaloid

☆ Project Sekai

☆ D4DJ

☆ Food Fantasy

☆ FNAF (grrrr I love fnaf,,)

☆ Emo / Scene / Scemo (I just don’t have money for clothes nor the patience to make a blog only for that 😭😭)

☆ actually like another shit ton more but I can’t remember 😔

Socials:

☆ Reddit u/BayFuzzball7050 (old account, permanently banned)

☆ Reddit u/BayFuzzball404 (Current Account)

☆ ofc Tumblr

☆ Wattpad and AO3 but we ain’t talking about that 🤫🧏‍♂️

☆ @bayfuzzball7050-art is my art blog (reblogs from here)

☆ …

☆ also I might or might not have a questionable side art blog (collect my shitposts)

☆ ALSO! recently opened a Pixiv :3

☆ And NOW I HAVE AN ARTFIGHT!

Dis me btw

[sparklykat-hideoutenthusiast]

I've seen people doing an intro post so I suppose I should do the same right? I have no idea how to do this, I'm just winging it :3

INTRO POST TIME WOOO!!

I'm going to keep editing this until It looks right so excuse if it looks a little off for a bit (any and all help would be greatly appreciated if you have any tips on how to do this)

I go by Ecko but you can refer to me as Melleona (my OC) or by a nickname if you'd like (just please ask me first if you want to use a nickname as I'm bad with setting boundaries and if I don't like you calling me a certain thing, I probably won't tell you ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙)

My pronouns are She/Her! :3

I'm a minor! Mind your words, don't send me gross/weird asks or messages. (I've already had a few people message me asking for my age, a picture of me, and my sexuality. No, I will not be sharing my real appearance on here. my age? Minor, that's all you need to know. My sexuality? I don't know and you don't need to know either, respectfully ^^❤️)

I support the lgbtq+ community! And I don't discriminate against race. I really shouldn't have to say this. (˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘)

I will respond to money asks with "!!" And that's it. I don't have money and even if I did I don't got any money to spare. I'm broke and struggling too. Not to mention, I'm a minor and can't just go out and get the stuff. I hope you understand and I wish you all the best!❤️❤️❤️

Some games and shows and stuff I like:

Games/fandoms: Yonder(Yonder Cloud Catcher Chronicles.), Minecraft, the Stanley parable, tiny bit of South Park, cotl, MLP(childish I know but I don't care. I love them), creepypasta, SCPs, Trevor Hendersons creatures (mostly cartoon cat),

Shows and stuff: Rick and Morty, adventure time, lost in space,

Stuff and things: Art, and more!

(I'll update this as I go)

Do not interact with my blog if: You're racist, you have sexual themes on your own blog (I apologize but it makes me uncomfortable), (more will be added later when I think of what to add)

I appreciate any and all constructive criticism. IDC if it sounds rude and might hurt my feelings, TELL ME so I can help better myself and my blog! I'm dum and will most likely not notice I'm doing something weird or anything :P <3

•Send me asks! Want to hug one of my OCs? Send an ask!- Want to slap the sh1t out of one of em? Send an ask!- Want to introduce me to a new (or old) fandom I don't know of but you think I might be interested in? Send an ask!- Want to say hi? Send an ask!- Want to- ok- I'm sure you get the point now lol Send an ask!! I love interaction :3 (I'm friendly I promise 😭)

•Moots: @theachskid @voidsweirdthoughts @burningbutter @rafrfr @rateater2000 @footlongdingledong @ender-the-insomniac @thistlebriar @rspoetry @virtualcroissantflapcolor +any future moots/one's I might have forgotten (I hope I wouldn't forget anyone 🥲)

I'll update this whole thing as I go, any questions, just send an ask and I'll update this with the answer as well as you know, replying in general lol :3

[justchobi]

“are you done yet?”

TLOU2! joel x platonic!reader (or pedro joel, whatever makes u happy)

warnings: nothing tbh, just joel being a grumpy old dad.

summary: after a shift of checking for hoards with joel, you guys decide to ride back to jackson a bit early. due to your curiosity, you end up talking to him longer than joel appreciated.

A/N: hi guys.. erm, this is a "found family" fic, so the reader is pretty much a teen. if this gets any recognition and you repost, don't repost as like a relationship type deal, plz and thx :p also, im like 14 so please excuse how awful the writing is, i'm still trying to get used to it lol

you walk close to joel after you did a few rounds outside of Jackson. with your earbuds in your ears, joel climbs onto the horse before lifting you to sit in front of him. clicking the pause button, you remove the buds and stuff them in your pocket. joel grabs the rein and kicks the horses side as it begins to gallop, slowly picking up speed. it was awkward between the two of you.

“soo..” you started off. “did you hear how dina and ellie are thinking of getting married?” it was painfully silent.

“yes.” he said. his voice was rough but quiet. you keep your grip around his waist the same. “i don’t know if she wants me at the wedding.”

the atmosphere was tense. it was obvious he didn’t feel like talking, let alone to a curious kid. you thought to yourself, should i keep talking? “well, maybe you should ask her. you’re like her dad anyways, right?” he nodded his head before keeping it low.

“you think you’ll get married, joel?” he whipped his head around and glared at you. his eyes said “what are you talking about?” it caused you to laugh. “kid, what are you saying?” you caved in and started giggling. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way! just.. ya know, curious. anyone back home that catches your eye?” he shook his head.

“of course not, son. i prefer being alone. i don’t need a partner.” you look at him. he hadn’t told you about his past, but joel was a handsome man. there was no way he didn’t have a wife before all of this. “you didn’t have a wife before? or even a husband?” he hesitated at first, but opened up. “i did. she uh, left me. so i just had to take care of my daughter alone. it wasn’t too hard.”

“by daughter, do you mean-“

“no, i had a daughter before ellie. sarah.” he rubbed in between his eyes. “i’ll tell you later, ‘kay kiddo? just.. stop asking me questions for right now.”

you looked at him, sticking your tongue out behind his back. the sky got darker and the cold continued to increase in temperature. you held onto him tighter to stay warm.

“what’s your favorite thing in the whole world?” you could hear him groan. “pure silence without the voice of an annoying kid.” you chuckled with pride. “come on, old man. just answer the question!” it was quiet before he spoke again. “ i guess..” he thought for a few seconds. “movies. loved ‘em since i was a little boy.”

smiling, you lay your head on his back. it started to get warmed now that you were closer to him. and he didn’t seem to mind the fact you were practically glued to him. “maybe we could watch a movie later? when you have time, of course.”

he silent nodded his head. “i would like that.” you could hear a smile form on his face.

after your trip with him, you leap off the horse and put your bag on. you holding onto the animal for support while you put on some sneakers. coincidentally, joel place his hand on yours as you meet eyes. “hey, before you go kiddo..” he gave you a soft smile. “uh, thanks for the talk. it was short but.. i appreciate it.”

“psh. no need to thank me, dad-“ you catch yourself. no way you just said that. you put your foot back down and stomped away without looking back. hearing joel’s chuckles from behind, you wave goodbye. so embarrassing.. “i’ll see you later, joel.. looking forward to that movie night.”

[magicalrocketships]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @powerful-owl! (Em's answers are here)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

170. Crikey etc.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

2,698,478. That's a lot of words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment I'm writing F1, but I haven't been able to write anything for quite a while, and I never put the lid on any fandom. I've got some outstanding 1D WIPs that are on hiatus.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Emperor's New Clothes (1D famous/not famous, NDA where there used to be a relationship)

Can't Fight The Moonlight (Harry/Draco accidental mpreg)

Truly, Madly, Deeply (10 Things I Hate About You) (1D high school AU, famous/not famous again)

Maybe This Time (1D age play)

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow (tomlinshaw, secret relationship, watersports, resulted in some of my favourite saved screenshots:

hashtag never forget (my beloved)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

LOOK, I want to, and I used to when I had a fic lj, but every couple of years I'd try to on ao3 and then I'd just be drowning in my own horror at writing "thank you so much!!!!" over again and essentially we hit a slump and I haven't in ages. I'm going to pick it up again, though.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh god I hate a sad ending. I hate them!!!! I will only accept an ambiguous ending under certain circumstances, so I don't think I've got any with truly angsty endings. I've got plenty with very angsty middles. That SAID, I occasionally get hassle from people who don't think my fics are happy enough at the end because I don't like to tie all the ends up. I really, really hate pointless epilogues - NOTE, not all epilogues are pointless, and some of them I love - but the ones where it's just an unnecessary flash forward and all the problems are solved and they've got 2.5 children and a beautiful house and everything's perfect and it just feels like a horror story to me, like a fannish/romance novel version of the stepford wives. If it's an epilogue where the characters have had a bit of a chance to breathe after the main events, and they're happy, GREAT. If it's a cookie cutter ending then I'm out, so I guess maybe the end of Emperor's New Clothes where they're trying living together and trying to be financial partners in their relationship, and Not Your Fault But Mine, where Louis and Nick are together but it isn't obvious which route Louis is going to take back to university/he's still struggling with his mental health was still too angsty for some people. To me, both those fics end with them together and planning for a future so they feel happy to me.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think all of mine are happy but maybe We Used To Wait is the most deserved happy ending, because it's the one where Louis was in an accident and a secret relationship with Nick, and he's in intensive care and his injuries are really bad, and the ending is him getting to perform again, and being out and being with Nick.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

y e p. Sometimes it makes me laugh because this fic very clearly wasn't For You, just press the back button, and sometimes it's more frustrating. Sometimes it's gross.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh yeah baby. My current fic is delightfully feral (to me) and I love writing smut. And then other times, I'm like... yes we won't be writing THAT right now thank you, no sex please we're British. Usually I have one week per month when I vastly prefer everyone keep their clothes on. Love a weird hormonal flux.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have in the past, but in general now I can't be bothered. I definitely wrote a Sharpe/Doctor Who one back in the day.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, a few times. The most egregious (and recent) was someone stealing We Used To Wait (which was Louis/Nick) and changing the names to Aaron and Robert, and amending various little bits to suit Emmerdale canon. If you're going to steal a fic, it's best to do it in a fandom I'm not in/I don't fucking read in, for the love of fuck.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I love having a blanket transformation policy on AO3. I'm always so in awe of people wanting to engage with your writing like that.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! A couple of short ones and then the delicious Sugar, We're Going Down which I co-wrote with my very dear Anonymous friend, and we didn't ever think we were going to share it when we wrote it (hence why my friend is anonymous on it!) so we just went balls to the wall feral with it.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't have an answer to this, but if I ever considered something my OTP I will go to my grave loving it. I love Louis/Nick so much, and each OTP before that. Right now I'm extremely focused on Max/Daniel and I don't see that going anywhere soon.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Nope, I have the I Had Rather sequel and Harry Styles Cooks outstanding but hopefully they'll both get an ending when the time's right, even if it's just me reading them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue? Angst? IDK??!! Help!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh, action and description for sure. I'm not a very visual writer/reader, I very rarely have a picture of a character in my head or the space that they inhabit. I know everything they say, though.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'd be worried about fucking it up. If I knew someone who was a native speaker and it worked, then I guess.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Young Americans technically, then probably Percy/Oliver in Harry Potter and Dom/Billy for the Lord of the Rings films.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow - I loved writing this, it came together in a few weeks, it made me fall in love with the pairing, legit changed my life for various reasons and I just enjoy it a lot.

Anyway, tagging @allwaswell16, @astorytotellyourfriends, and @junkshop-disco if you fancy it :)

[dingochef]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking, light bondage, blindfolds, shitty parents

Summary: Your family comes to town for Christmas. Your sister is awesome, your dad is pretty good, but your mom is a whole nother level. Thank God Jake's by your side through it all.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Chapter 13

Word Count: 3.4k

Chapter 14: On the Level

December after the ball rolls by quickly and it seems like you've blinked and it's December 23, the day your parents and sister are due into San Diego for Christmas.

Jake has picked up on your increasing anxiety as their arrival date got closer. He, as usual, has been supportive and understanding,

"Babe, we'll get through this, together."

You're holding his hand as you wait for them at the restaurant you agreed to meet for dinner at. As you wait for them to appear, you're recalling the phone call when you let your parents know that Jake and you were living together.

You called your mom's cell,

"Hello, Elsa, what's up?"

"Hey Mom, just calling to catch up. How are things in Michigan?"

"It goes, we're almost done cleaning out the house to put it on the market, did you get all those trophies and stuff?"

"Yeah, they made it to the house. So, I've got some good news."

"Oh really, did you get a promotion at work?"

"Nothing on the work front, Jake and I have moved in together, in my house, so more accurately, Jake has moved in."

You were nervous and babbling for some reason.

"Jake….oh, yeah, your boyfriend. I'm sorry I forgot his name. The Navy pilot guy, right?"

You rolled your eyes at your mom's lack of caring to remember the details of the only relationship you've told your parents about in the last five years.

"Yes, Jake, my serious boyfriend of seven months," you answered.

"Don't you think that's moving a little too fast? Plus, who's going to buy the cow if they're getting the milk for free?"

"No, Mom, I don't think it's moving too fast and do we really have to use that tired old cliche?"

"We'll, I'm just worried about you making the right choices for your life."

"Yup, the right choices. Mom, Jake loves me and I love him. He is a very good man who makes me happy. It's so obvious it's the right choice to move our relationship to the next level."

"Okay, honey, if that's how you feel about it. You thought you were making the right choice with Liam and all."

The residual anger that always underlines any interaction with your parents, specifically your mom, rose up. You took a deep breath and pushed it aside.

"Ouch, yeah I might have thought that, but I've got the experience and wisdom from a bad relationship to recognize a good one. I was just hoping that you'd be happy for me and not be all judgy about it."

"Fine, if you want me to be happy for whatever life choices you make, then I can be happy for you."

The way she said 'whatever' made you grit your teeth, like building a solid relationship with another human was a spur of the moment whim.

"Alright, Mom. I've got to go. Tell Dad I said hi. Love you."

"Love you, Elsa."

Your knee is bouncing up and down and you're fiddling with the menu trying not to down the fancy gin cocktail you ordered to calm your nerves. Jake speaks without looking over,

"You know, if at any point you want to bail on this, say the word and we're gone. Just because it's family doesn't mean you have to be miserable. You feel like you're going to explode."

"I don't know, I'm just nervous. For some reason I desperately want them to like you, not that most rational parents wouldn't, but these are my parents."

He looks at you,

"And, what if they don't like me? Think I'm the worst thing ever?"

You don't hesitate for a second,

"Then fuck 'em. If they can't see what an amazing person you are and how good we are together then that's their problem, not ours."

"See, you already have plans in case this goes sideways. El, at the end of the day, we still love each other and we are building a life together. None of that needs a parental stamp of approval."

"I know, but your parents love me. I get texts from your mom any time she sees something Michigan related. I just wanted to reciprocate that back to you."

"It's okay, El. This isn't a balance and ledger sheet making sure everything is equal all the time. If you're worried about it, you can just give me extra blowjobs to make up for your crappy parents."

His last sentence breaks you and you're laughing so hard that you tear up. You wipe your eyes and lean over and kiss Jake,

"Thank you for being the person who gets me. I think that might have earned you a few extra blowjobs."

Your moment is disrupted by the familiar sound of your sister's voice,

"Eww, Mom, Elsa's kissing her boyfriend,"

Lanie says in a mocking kid voice. You jump up and run to the other side of the table to give Lanie a hug.

"It's so good to see you, I missed you," you say as you give her a good squeeze. She looks past your shoulder and sees Jake.

"Introduce me, sis. I want to meet the guy I've heard so much about."

"Lanie, this is Lieutenant Jake Seresin, my awesome boyfriend. And Jake, this is my adorable little sister, Melanie, who prefers to go by Lanie, because she thinks it makes her sound cooler."

Jake reaches out a hand for a handshake, but Lanie just laughs.

"I know way too much about you for just a handshake,"

she says, pulling him into a hug. He shrugs and rolls with it.

Your parents have arrived at the table and you walk over to hug them.

"Hey, Mom and Dad, good to see you."

Jake moves around the table to meet them.

"Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Lieutenant Jake Seresin. Jake, my parents Don and Betty Matthews."

Jake gives each of them a handshake and says,

"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Matthews."

Your dad luckily is feeling social today,

"You can call me Don and she probably won't say it, but you can call her Betty."

Your mom gives your dad a little bit of side-eye for his comment.

You all sit down at the table. The cocktail menu is passed over to the newcomers and the server appears to take their orders.

You start the conversation by asking Lanie how her tattoo business is going. She used the inheritance from your aunt to start her studio in Chicago.

"It's going really well, we're actually expanding into space next to because we have so much demand and have a list of artists that want to be a part of our collective. You can see it when you come to Chicago for your next tattoo."

"I haven't settled on what my next one will be yet, I'll let you know when I do."

Your mom scoffs across the table,

"I'll never get the appeal of permanently scarring your body in the name of art."

The eye roll that Lanie and you return is perfectly synced.

"Mom, we've been through this before. If it's not your cup of tea then it's not," Lanie replies back before you can.

Your mom continues,

"Jake, what do you think of tattoos? Surely as a sailor you must have some."

Jake rolls with the question and you recognize that smooth confidence that can come across as the cocky Hangman sometimes.

"Aviator, I'm technically a Naval Aviator, not a sailor. And no, I don't have any tattoos. Yet. I appreciate the artistry and skill that goes into them. I think the ones Elsa has are very beautiful and have a lot of meaning to her."

You look over and smile at him for his answer. He reaches over to grab your hand under the table. The conversation lulls and you start it back up again,

"How's the condo search going?"

Your dad perks up and goes through the various locations that they've looked at and the problems with each which is enough conversation to get through ordering and a few minutes after.

Your mom enters the conversation with questions pointed at Jake, which puts you on high alert.

"Where did you grow up Jake?" she asks.

"Austin, Texas."

"Family?"

"The usual, two parents and one older brother."

"Where did you go to college?"

"The Naval Academy in Annapolis."

"I didn't think that was a real school, what did you study besides flying?"

"My bachelor's degree is in Mathematics with a focus on data analysis and statistics. I went through flight school and the aviation training program after graduation."

You joke,

"I think Jake might be one of the few people on earth that has taken more math than me."

Your mom drives through the small moment of humor like a bus,

"So, what does one do as a Naval Aviator?"

She pronounces every letter in naval and aviator.

"At the moment, I'm teaching at the Fighter Weapons School on North Island. I stepped back from active duty to be in one place with Elsa. Prior to teaching I was on various deployments around the world, providing air support for Navy operations."

"So, you gave up something as exciting as saving the world to settle down, interesting."

Your hand grips Jake's at her condescending tone. He rubs his thumb in soothing circles on the back of your hand in response. Before the comment can escalate the food arrives, you've never been happier for a mushroom risotto in your life.

Lanie jumps in after the group starts eating to deflect your mom's inquisition.

"So, Jake, what embarrassing stories do you want to hear about Elsa from childhood?" she asks, her face full of mischief.

Jake laughs,

"Any that you want to tell me."

Lanie proceeds to tell everyone about the time you made her a lightning proof suit out of aluminum foil, gave her a metal rod to hold, and sent her to stand at the top of the swing set during a thunderstorm to test it out. Luckily your mother had seen her before she became a human lightning rod.

"In my defense, it was a very rudimentary Faraday cage, which in principle could work to protect you from lightning,"

You offer trying to defend your childhood self.

Jake is laughing,

"You even tortured your sister like a little engineer, no wedgies for you. That was too pedestrian."

Dinner has finally wound down without any more interrogation from your mom. The plan is for your parents to go to the rental house and Lanie is going to go out with you and Jake for a drink and spend the night at your house. Everyone says their goodbyes and you get in your car with Jake driving and Lanie in the back.

The doors are barely shut when Lanie exclaims and pats Jake on the back,

"Congrats, you survived a round of dinner with our dysfunctional parents."

You look at Jake and he is looking at you with a concerned look,

"You okay, El?"

"I'm good, are you okay after that grilling in there?"

"You forget that I'm specifically trained in resisting torture techniques, which I've never had to use before tonight. Man, your mom is intense."

Lanie just snorts in agreement from the back seat.

"Let's go, I could use a margarita the size of my head and the Hard Deck isn't getting any closer, chop, chop, Jeeves."

"Yes, Madam," Jake replies in a cheesy French accent.

Soon you are parking at your house for the short walk to the Hard Deck. Jake and Lanie have been talking the whole time and are engaged in a lively discussion about naval tattoo history. You're a few steps behind them and it makes your heart full to see how well they get along.

Jake stops and waves his hand for you to catch up when he realizes you've fallen behind. You run up and take his hand and Lanie's hand and you practically skip the rest of the way to the Hard Deck.

The rest of the evening is fun, in the simple way a night out of drinking just the right amount is. Lanie and you tell stories from your childhood that leave Jake laughing so hard he is out of breath. You all end the night pretty early as you are due at the house your parents are renting for brunch and general hanging out for Christmas Eve the next day.

Lanie crashes on the futon in the extra room that you had already made up for her when you get home. Jake and you are in bed not long after.

December 24, Christmas Eve

The three of you wake up at about the same time and quickly suck down a pot of coffee. No one is hungover per se, but everyone is a bit sluggish. The coffee helps everyone get in gear. We all pile in your CR-V and drive over towards the rental house. You're about halfway there when Lanie gets a text.

"Mom says to get more champagne and orange juice if we want mimosas," she reports.

"I don't know about you, Lanie, but I think I'm going to need a gallon of mimosas to deal with our parents all day," you respond.

"10-4 on that idea."

There is a Ralph's grocery store conveniently placed so you pull into the parking lot. Jake hops out and runs in for the items. While you're waiting for Jake, Lanie speaks,

"Elsa, I just wanted to tell you that I think Jake is perfect for you and my god, you two are disgustingly in love. I'm happy you found someone who makes you happy."

You're sure you have a lovesick look on your face,

"Thanks, it means a lot to me that you guys get along."

Jake appears at the tailgate with shopping bags and loads up the car. You make the rest of the quick drive to the rental house.

You find your parents on the deck overlooking the bay reading.

"The intrepid trio has arrived,"

your dad stands up and announces. He takes the grocery bags and you all walk into the kitchen and dining area. Your mom has laid out a little breakfast buffet with various pastries, fresh fruit, and some yogurt and granola. We all take a small plate and get our fill. Your dad occupies himself with making up mimosas for the whole group. Everyone heads back out to the deck to sit and eat.

Your dad is feeling peppier today and starts the conversation out,

"So how's flying with the Navy these days, Jake? I imagine it's changed a lot since my day."

"Yeah, it sure has. El and I went to a historic fly-in over in Chula Vista and they had a few of the Phantom IIs from Vietnam on display. There's a lot of the same instruments, but man, has the technology changed. What was your call sign, Don?"

Your dad laughs and smiles as he thinks back to days long ago,

"Mitten, my squad made fun of me for doing the Michigan hand thing every time someone asked where I was from, and Michigan is the Mitten state, so that stuck as my call sign. Elsa said yours is Hangman, how'd you get that Jake?"

It's Jake's turn to laugh,

"The catapult broke on my first attempt to launch off a carrier so I ended up tangled in the line and hanging off the side of the carrier for an hour while they figured out how to get the plane back up and me out safely."

Your dad laughs,

"So that part hasn't changed, stuff breaking all the time."

Jake and your dad continue talking about their respective experiences in the Navy. After about an hour you propose a walk on the beach and Lanie and Jake are the only ones to agree to the offer. You make your way off the deck and down to the sand and take your shoes off. The sand is cool as it is December, but it's still pleasant.

You wander back in to see your parents reading on the couch inside, although your dad looks like he was napping more than reading. You sit down and your dad is quick to grab drinks for everyone. You settle in on an overstuffed loveseat next to Jake and contently sip on your gin and tonic while Jake drinks a beer. Your mother is having her standard cranberry and vodka, Lanie has gone with a beer, and your dad is also enjoying a gin and tonic.

The room is peaceful until your mom throws out a mortar shell of a question,

"Have you been in touch with Liam lately?"

You nearly choke on your drink,

"Liam, as in Liam fucking McAllister, ex fiance and general piece of human dog shit?"

Jake is snickering quietly next to you.

"Elsa, language, yes that one. He friended me on Facebook the other day and we exchanged a few messages. He's in the Dallas area and still single."

"That's a little weird to be Facebook friends with your daughter's ex, don't you think?"

"He was a nice young man, seemed good for you and on your level."

You look over at Jake and his eyebrows are about to take off from his forehead, he's raised them so high.

Lanie dives in before you can formulate a response,

"Mom, do we have to refresh your memory on what a terrible human being he is?"

"Fine, fine. I won't bring it up again," she finally relents.

The atmosphere of the room has shifted and for once your dad reads it correctly and launches everyone in a conversation about your cousins in Michigan and extended family in general. Jake and you talk about your trip to Texas and meeting his giant Italian family. Your dad laughs at your description of all the food and the heavy duty circuit breaker required for all the crock pots.

It's starting to get close to dinner time and you suggest takeout.

"People good with Chinese?" you ask and get enough nods that you pull up a menu on your phone and get the order put together and call it in.

You all hang out in the kitchen as you wait for the food to be delivered. Jake and your dad have dutifully kept your drink filled all day so you are feeling the right side of tipsy. Your dad asks,

"How is work going for you, Elsa?"

"Really good, just got notice that another patent was approved and even better the life support systems I've developed are going to be licensed to other manufacturers. So, I get to go to a conference and present on them in New Orleans in February," You look over to Jake,

"You should come with me, I'll give you the dates later."

"That's really awesome, kiddo. How many patents are you up to now?"

"23."

"That sure beats my four. You deserve it, Elsa, you've worked so hard to get where you are and I'm so proud of you."

You're a little shocked to hear the words out your dad's mouth.

Lanie laughs next to you,

"I'm loving this nerd competition."

The doorbell rings indicating your food is here. Jake and you go to the door to grab the bags. You lay it out on the kitchen counter and people serve themselves.

Lanie asks Jake,

"So, what places around the world have you been deployed to?"

"I was in Afghanistan,spent some time in the Philippines, Italy, and various states in the US including Hawaii."

"That's a difference, Italy versus Afghanistan," Lanie replies.

"A whole lot of different work too Italy was mostly NATO patrols and other routine stuff. Afghanistan was a lot more intense, providing air support to ground troops and actually engaging with the enemy."

He doesn't elaborate more, and you recall the story that Wolfie told you about getting shot down. You squeeze Jake's leg under the table to let him know you're there.

Dinner winds down and Jake and you say your goodbyes for the night and head back to your house. The moment you're in your house you flop on your couch on your stomach and let out a long sigh.

"Well, that wasn't as awkward and awful as I thought it was going to be, although my mom did throw a sneaky play in there mentioning she has friended Liam on Facebook. Also, what was that comment about him being on my level?"

You let out your frustration in one long verbal outburst.

Jake just pats you on the back as he heads to the kitchen.

"Your dad is pretty cool, your mom I can't get a read on,"

Jake replies. When you finally sit up he hands you a glass of water.

"My dad has always been a little more easy going, plus you two were bound to hit it off being Navy pilots. And by the way, I still can't get a read on my mom and it's been 30-something years, so don't worry about it."

He laughs,

"So, how about a cheesy Christmas movie? Like Die Hard, because you insist it's a Christmas movie."

"It is, it takes place during a Christmas party," you argue glad that Jake has distracted you with something less heavy than your mom.

"Fine, we can watch it because it is a classic piece of 80s cinema."

Jake pulls up the movie from one of the billion streaming services you have and soon you are cuddled up watching Hans Gruber fall off the Nakatomi Plaza.

Chapter 15

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[scaredgirlsilly]

Homestuck character who doesn't get enough love?

i have been stalking this ask, formulating my plan of attack, jumping from branch to branch of the canopy of trees, waiting for the perfect moment.

and that moment has finally come

spoilers for homestuck (merp. if you read this ill explode you with my mind im sorry im doing this but it has spoilers for all of homestuck so you arent allowed to read this JDKSKFJSH)

my answer is jade. am i biased?? absolutely!! but thats A Whole Thing so im gonna give some runner ups first before i get into all that

jake prob like idk whenever i see him in stuff its always either with dirk (and usually focuses on dirk kr their relationship) or its a family photo of john, jade, jane, and jake. but like. idk i dont think many people *get* what hes about (me included) but hes a great character and literally soooo aro coded its not even funny. i really should rotate jake in my brain more hes a very cool character

jane too theres some love for jane but i think the epilogues kinda fucked her

the dancestors too, but idk im not a huge dancestor fan cause they are all kinda assholes and the scene with cronus and mituna just makes my skin crawl

but ok BACK TO JADE

i think there are different aspects (most of them probably unrelated to what you untended for the question) that she doesnt get enough love, but lets start with what you were probably talking about, which is

how jade is treated by the fans

i think jade gets a fair amount of fan love. i mean just look at her!! who couldnt love her?? my main problem comes from how she compares to dave, specifically the fact that fans seem to apply an absolutely monstrous depth to daves character that isnt necessarily there in homestuck (like specificallyin regards to angst readings of his character. this is about fanfiction i should say that this is just my grievances when it comes to finding good jade fics). THATS NOT A BAD THING!! i fuckin love it actually and im not raggin on dave with this. its just that i think jade could do that as good if not better!! her life is fuckin dogshit if you treat it seriously, much like people do with daves life, and considering the fact that nearly every single fuckin dave fic i read touches on that topic, it sucks that jade fics like that are so hard to come by. she also doesnt have as many like prominent ships. theres some obv ones, like davepetasprite, or dave/karkat in a throuple (we will fucking get to that later), but yk some of the other characters even uf they dont have canon relationships, they have like. obvious ones yk. like john/vriska or john/terezi or june/rose or john/dave (fuckin j egbert gettin around kfhskshdh) or like jake/dirk or roxy/callie yk ships like those. whether you agree with em is one thing but they are obvious yk you dont gotta do alot of convincing to see them at least try it out.

but with jade, it feels like you gotta stretch it a little to get her with anyone. jade/rose is great (especially jade/rose/kanaya) but. i mean jade and rose barely talk in homestuck proper (we will GET TO IT) so its kinda a hard sell. and does jade like interact with any of the trolls alot?? like idk its been a while but im p sure most of her interactions with the trolls were negative. so that just leaves jade/davepeta which is a pretty good ship i will say, and of course, jade/dave ( + karkat sometimes) and it kinda sucks. like one of my fav ships, jade/vriska, literally started out as a joke!! but it grew on me when i started thinking out it, but it is already such a stretch that theres no fuckin way most people will see what i see (thats a whole seperate rant jdhsjdjsj this is already long enough and we have 3 other parts to get to)

SPEAKING OF THE OTHER PARTS!!

next part, prob the easiest,

jades treatment in the epilogues

do i even need to say anything??

this post is long enough ill try to speed through the other sections

NEXT PART!!

how she is treated in homestuck proper in the text (what literally happens to her)

literally lonliest girl alive has one day with her friends (that day is filled with horrible shit and thats the understatement of the century) before getting on a ship for 3 years, and like a week in having her brother and other friend die. she then lives in this ship in the middle of space, no contact to any of her other friends, no update on whats actually going on, just the company of the consorts and nanna sprite. she finally gets to the new session, meets god tier calliope who explains that that was all supposed to happen and john actually fixed everything, and also space players are just lonely thats just apart of the aspect :/

she then gets put to sleep so the condesce doesnt control her, where she misses all of the socialization that the other people have on the platform before the final fight.

she then has a convo with davepeta while she is dreaming where davepeta says "actually in the other timeline we dated and that stuff still happened to you cause of this thing called an Ultimate Self, a thing thats totally real and not at all bullshit. anyways bye!! *muah*"

she wakes up, chases a few god dogs around, gets puched in the face, and the end happily ever after!!!!!!!!

now obv this was an extremely bitter retelling and i actually cant seperate the 2 sections so this is also...

how jade is treated in homestuck proper, by andrew hussie

now. jade got ROYALLY fucked over. she started out as a mysterious figure that knows more than anyone, but extremely quickly she goes to the person who knows the least out of literally anyone. she barely talks to rose, seemingly one of her 4 childhood friends, throughout the whole comic (jade and rose say about 2700 words to each other over 5 conversations, one of them being a repeat from the others perspective. their longest convo is 571 words. for reference, this convo between dave karkat and john has 2100 words. almost 1500 words more than their longest convo and almost as much words as rose and jades entire convo history. heres a link to da sourse i used cause no way im counting that shit jdjsgsjshs tho they are doing it cause they dont like jade/rose or sumn?? idk i dont fucking care about that. anyways side tangent over!!)

SHE DOESNT EVEN WNTER THE GAME TILL ACT 5 ACT 2!!!!!!!! AFTER WE SEE THE ENTIRE TROLL SESSION!!!!!!!!

then, during the session idk shes cool i dont remember it much cause the beta kids session is a surprisingly short part of the comic jdkshdjshs but she has some cool moments and i love her ^u^

then the yellow yard. god. just fucking left there alone. why?? the entire point of johnfix is that the session could be changed for the better without worry of a doomed timeline. couldnt have even made john give her a heads up as to why her john and davesprite just fucking die randomly?? (before you say that john couldnt have cause he didnt know, motherfucker andrew hussie knew!!!!!!!! he could have just made some fuckin reason for john to know its not that hard)

then during the session she just gets ranted to about how actually its all apart of the plan and this was supposed to be this way and she just goes ":P okie dokie" and moves on like that wouldnt FUCKING KILL HER THAT SHE HAD TO BE ROYALLY FUCKED OVER FOR EVERYTHING TO GO RIGHT.

now obv theres an explanation why her role in the final fight is so passive. shes too op. she combined with bec and is a space player (and is shown using those powers to do some pretty bad ass stuff jfjsgsjdhd). thats fair i guess. im just salty that the way to solve that was to literally put her to sleep for most of it, then go fly around with some dogs and get punched in the face.

now. the rant is kinda over. jade i think is the most slept on character, but specifically she is slept on by one person. andrew hussie. i think that andrew hussie did not explore jades character like he did with other characters. i do not know why. im going to try to not act like i know why he did it (god its so hard HDKSKDHAGDJ). this rsnt is pure salt, pure fuckin cope, i am aware. this is not meant to be objective i just really like and relate to jade and wish she got more love in the work itself. but instead, i must dine on the scraps she gets on fuckin ao3 (did you know there are almost as many davekat fics as there are fics where jade is in it at all?? and thats not even including the fact that alot of the jade fics, shes not the main person. im not mad 🙃🙃)

anyways uhhhh sorry this probably wasnt what you were expecting 😭😭😭😭 i just have alot of incoherent thoughts when it comes to jade and homestuck in general. so uhhhh. THANKS FOR THE ASK!!!!!!!!

[oddmawd]

How about 2, 4, 6, aaaaaaand 14 :P

two people asked me for 2 and 4 at the same time, so i'll answer 4 here and 2 in the other ask!

4 - what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

of the works i've published, i've carried around The Sight Unseen since 2019, so that's definitely a big one!

as for my unpublished works...i have been sitting on MULTIPLE My Hero Academia fics since 2018 (Kurogiri/OC, All Might/OC, Gang Orca/OC), a Sukuna/OC fic since 2021, an Oni/OC fic (Dead by Daylight) since 2022, an Alucard/OC fic since 2020, an Armstrong/OC fic since 2021, and a Jigen/OC fic since 2020...and in more recent months i came up with ideas for multiple BG3 OC and/or reader fics...

these are the ones i've actually put time into outlining, and most are fully outlined to the point it's feasible i could write them someday! i have more ideas that are older and less well-formed though...i have some VERY old story ideas from before those dates (mostly for Yu Yu Hakusho) but i've determined i won't be writing them...just kind of outgrew the concepts

there's also a DMC story i came up with in 2004 (i was one entire teenager) that i've attempted to write multiple times LMAO so i think that one takes the Old Plot Bunny cake, but idk that it'll ever get finished AND YES I EXPERIENCE EXISTENTIAL DREAD OVER EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE FICS HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

6 - do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?

i try to write daily, but life often gets in the way

i definitely don't only write when i'm "inspired" though, you'll never be able to write consistently if you wait around on that kind of thing...so i try to write even when i'm not feeling it, though obviously it's not always possible due to ~life reasons~

adulthood is great because you have your own money, but damn does it come at the cost of your free time!

14 - what’s your worst writing habit? 

probably not being able to cut content or trim down...i am bad at "killing my darlings," so to speak, so my stories end up being way longer than necessary...general wordiness i guess

also em-dashes, i love those little shits way too much LMAO

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[pfhwrittes]

Hi P!

It’s me again the Mr Blobby anon 😬 thank you for braving the buried trauma to answer my silly ask.

I had another thought about what kind of music the boys might’ve listened to in their formative years. I know everyone and their grandmother was listening to Oasis and The Smiths back then and stuff like The Stone Roses and The Verve made it across the pond to us too, but I was wondering if there were any deep cuts that were big locally that maybe the rest of the world wouldn’t really know about?

On a more serious note - I’m writing a fic about the boys and I think I’ve mostly managed to not butcher Soap’s accent and colloquialisms too bad, but I struggle with the rest of them. I feel like I should be writing more of Ghost and Price’s accent but I just don’t know how. With Gaz it’s easier since his accent isn’t as pronounced, but then comes the job of using the right regional slang for everyone and that just sends me into and overwhelming spiral of despair because there’s just so many different regional accents in such a small area 😵‍💫

Do you have any tips or resources for figuring it all out?

p.s. sorry for being the most longest winded anon in the world 🫣

p.p.s. thank you again for all your Brit picking ♡

hi anon! (i'm not calling you mr blobby anon, that just seems mean!) i'm glad my horrified shrieking about mr blobby was entertaining!

i'm going to pop my reply under a read more because i know i'm about to get really long winded!

first up music. personally i have a sneaky headcanon that soap has a secret fondness for tinchy stryder and n-dubz, price is big into the buzzcocks, gaz still loves labrinth and tinie tempah and ghost has a secret fondness for stereophonics.

but as for hidden treasures? paolo nutini, the libertines, razorlight, leona lewis, birdy, professor green, jack johnson, the wombats, snow patrol, emeli sandé, rudimental, the ting-tings, dido, jess glynne.

hopefully amongst my little list there's some artists you haven't heard of before!

now onto the meaty bit, the bit i was immediately excited about discussing with you. i'm going to break it down what you said so i can dedicate proper paragraphs to each character!

"I think I’ve mostly managed to not butcher Soap’s accent and colloquialisms too bad..."

i have 100% faith that you'll be fine with soap's accent. just remember that soap speaks Scots (which is a recognised language) as well as english. an in-game example of this was when he said "away an' boil yer heid!". personally i find listening to clips of Still Game (a glaswegian based scottish sitcom) really helps me to get my ear in for soap's speech patterns BUT remember that it isn't actually confirmed where exactly soap was born and raised in scotland so there is leeway.

just remember don't go too mad with adding Scots words or phrases, a few indications of soap's accent is fine but don't get too heavy handed otherwise it'll be nearly unreadable.

"I feel like I should be writing more of Ghost and Price’s accent but I just don’t know how."

i can completely understand the difficulty with this one!

so canonically ghost is from manchester, however to my ear there isn't much of a manc accent going on when he speaks in-game (which is a crying shame in my opinion)! take a listen to jamie tartt from Ted Lasso to get an idea of what a manc accent sounds like. notably, the -g off -ing sounds are missing and there's a nasal quality (which i LOVE) to the way he says "you" and "me" that sounds more like "ya" and "meh" to my ear.

this link from the university of manchester has some common slang terms used around manchester that might be helpful too!

as for price, according to the CoD wiki he's from herefordshire but his accent has definitely been flattened out to sound more like Received Pronunciation (RP). herefordshire has definitely got a very interesting accent because of where it is geographically in the UK so it has welsh borders, gloucester and west midlands influences to it. my only recommendation for price is to listen to his voice lines and watch the playthroughs (sorry!) to get an idea of his speech patterns.

however, if you wanted to make me very happy you could definitely sprinkle in some of barry sloane's scouse accent (apologies for the link, it's VERY cringey) but don't feel that you have to!

"With Gaz it’s easier since his accent isn’t as pronounced..."

this is actually really interesting to me because gaz sounds SO much like a londoner to my ears (i think i spoke to someone before about gaz's accent and i think i said it was either south london or west london).

as for slang for gaz? i can only recommend that you find some clips of Love Island UK to hear some of the slang phrases he'd use OR listen to the recon by fire mission to get your ear in for his speech patterns (also a very good resource for price's accent too).

i hope my break down of accents and slang has helped just a little bit but if you have any more questions for me i'm more than happy to help! 💜

[twistedisciple]

Fódlan Profile: Griss

PERSONAL INFORMATION

GENDER. Male AGE. 27 HEIGHT. 177cm BIRTHDATE. 9/17 CREST/HOLY BLOOD. None CLASS. Unaffiliated AFFILIATION. Four Hounds

BIOGRAPHY. One member of a group that calls itself the Four Hounds. A long-time disciple of Lord Sombron, he was hand-selected to assist with the fell dragon's revival and subsequent plans. After suffering defeat at the hands of the Divine Dragon's army, he found himself in Fódlan, perhaps transported through one of the gates opened by Sombron's power. Loves pain, both receiving and inflicting it, so has no issue fighting for Garreg Mach while he waits for a divine sign to show him what to do next.

PERSONAL HISTORY

Age 0 - Born the only child to a pair of laborers in rural Elusia

Age 3 - Sold into slavery, eventually wound up in the hands of followers of the Fell Dragon

Age 15 - Selected by Zephia to join the group that would later be called the Four Hounds

Age 27 - Assisted with the resurrection of the fell dragon Sombron and later defeated alongside Zephia

Imperial Year 1181 - Hired as a mercenary by the Church of Seiros

INTERESTS. Fell Religion, Body Modification, Sewing, Crafting, Fishing LIKES. Pain, being rewarded, nature, animals, flowers, scary stories DISLIKES. Training, sweets, extreme heat or cold, fluffy toys, bugs, bland foods, the Divine Dragon STATUS. Former member of the Four Hounds CLOSE ALLIES: Zephia, Marni, Mauvier, Veyle

DINING HALL PREFERENCES

LIKES. daphnel stew, gronder meat skewers, two-fish saute, fisherman's bounty, sauteed jerky, sweet and salty whitefish saute, super-spicy fish dango, garreg mach meat pie, grilled herring, onion gratin soup, pickled rabbit skewers, fish and bean soup, pickled seafood and vegetables

DISLIKES. saghert and cream, sweet bun trio, peach sorbet, country-style red turnip plate, cabbage and herring stew

DINING HALL NOTES

FAVORITE DISH.  ✧

"Oh yeah, that hits the spot."

LEAST FAVORITE DISH.  ✧

"Beggars can't be choosers, huh..."

TEAM TIME GUIDE

FAVORITE TEA. Cinnamon blend

CONVERSATION TOPICS. a place you'd like to visit. a word of advice. close calls. evaluating allies. exploring the monastery. I'm counting on you. monastery rules. our first meeting. overcoming weaknesses. past laughs. reliable allies. someone you look up to. thanks for everything. the ideal professor. the last battle. working together. a dinner invitation. capable comrades. food in the dining hall. gifts you'd like to receive. books you've read recently. fashion. guessing someone's age. heart-racing memories. relaxing at the sauna. I heard some gossip. you seem different. working hours for guards. the ideal relationship. cooking mishaps. the view from the bridge. children at the market. monastery security. memorable scars. different ways to be hurt. new piercings.

TEA TIME QUOTES

GREETING.  ✧

"Not really a guy who likes sitting around sipping tea, so you're gonna have to do something for me when we're done."

FAVORITE TEA.  ✧

“Huh? This one's not bad.”

FIVE STAR TEA.  ✧

“You must've paid a fortune for this. Too bad I can't tell it apart from the others.”

BEING OBSERVED.  ✧

(1) "Wondering about my tattoo? Hold still and I'll give ya one to match." (2) “Plenty of people stare. I don't always let 'em walk away though." (3) “If you got nothing to say, let's have some fun instead."

QUIPS.  ✧

"Mmm." “Huh?” “Sure.” “Knock it off.” “Whatever you say.” “Nah.” “What the hell?!” “Want me to hurt ya?” “What d'you mean?” “Sounds boring." “Yeah."

ENDING.  ✧

"Can't say there aren't better things I coulda been doing, but I'm not about to let you forget you owe me one now."

FINAL COMMENTS.  ✧

(1) I grew up in a monastery where 'afternoon tea' was just a few extra lashes from the whip. ANSWER. Chat, Praise

(2) Fell scripture's against this sorta thing, you know. ANSWER. Nod, Chat

(3) Each one of these tattoos is a scar. Wanna hear how I got 'em? You're gonna have to beat the stories outta me. ANSWER. Laugh, Praise

(4) This is one hell of a punishment, and not the fun kind. ANSWER. Disagree, Admonish

(5) The Four Hounds were handpicked to serve Lord Sombron. Marni thought we were his favorites, but if you ask me, we were just convenient. ANSWER. Commend, Sip Tea

(6) What's your favorite way to be hurt? Mine? Heh. You'll have to find out.  ANSWER. Laugh, Chat, Blush (you know who you are)

(7) I know every way to make you hurt just shy of killing you. But I can do that too, if ya want. Answer: Sip Tea, Disagree, Blush (you know who you are)

(8) Friends? Family? Only as good as you can use 'em. ANSWER. Chat, Disagree

(9) Pain's good for everything: education, punishment, torture... even pleasure. ANSWER. Nod, Sip tea

MISCELLANEOUS DIALOGUE.

GIFT GUIDE

FAVORITE GIFTS. Hunting Dagger, Pitcher Plant, Coffee Beans, Fishing Float, Owl Feather DISLIKED GIFTS. Armored Bear Stuffy, Training Weights, Monarch Studies Book

GIFT QUOTES

DISLIKED GIFT.  ✧

"Thanks but no thanks."

LIKED GIFT.  ✧

"If you're just giving it away for free, I'll take it off your hands."

FAVORITE GIFT.  ✧

"This my reward for a job well done?"

LOST ITEMS

SEWING KIT. A small box containing needles of different sizes. It probably belongs to someone skilled in all types of stitch work. Location found: Infirmary

DECORATIVE SASH. A strip of cloth embroidered with eyes of the fell dragon. It probably belongs to a fanatic of the fell church. Location found: Alleyway near Abyss

SPIKED CILICE. A loop of iron worn around the wrist with sharp prongs facing inward. It probably belongs to someone who enjoys pain. Location found: Outside the sauna

LOST ITEM QUOTES OWNER.  ✧

"Huh? Yeah, that's mine. Wanna know what it's good for?"

NOT OWNER.  ✧

"Never seen this before. Better try someone else."

BATTLE QUOTES

MOCK BATTLE RETREAT.  ✧

“As much as I wanna keep playing, rules are rules.”

FIRST KILL.  ✧

"Hahahaha! Where's the next one?"

MONASTERY QUOTES

CHOIR PRACTICE.  ✧

"You gonna punish me if I sing for Lord Sombron instead?"

COOKING.  ✧

"Look at these knives. They got all kinds in here, and each one's kept deadly sharp. Huh? Oh, dinner. Yeah, yeah, just leave it to me."

TUTORING

INSTRUCT

BAD.  ✧

"So what's the punishment? Do your worst, Teach."

Critique: Yeah, you got it. Console: Don't waste your breath. Bring out the whip already.

GREAT.  ✧

"Next guy in my way is gonna hurt so good." “Better to serve Lord Sombron.”

PERFECT.  ✧

"Where's my reward?"

PRAISE. "Can it. Praise is for chumps."

TASKS

STABLE DUTY. ✧

“Wonder what it feels like to have a piece of metal nailed to your foot. Let's find out.”

WEEDING.  ✧

"Weeds got their uses, too, believe it or not. Just not where they gotta look pretty to fit in."

SKY WATCH.  ✧

“Why do pegasus knights always walk around like they got a stick up their ass when flying like this would be any thrill-seeker's dream." (with Zephia) "So this is what you feel like all the way up here. I could get used to this.”

CERTIFICATION EXAMS

FAILED.  ✧

"This is why I didn't go to Elusia's academy."

PASSED.  ✧

"What?"

UPDATE GOALS

REASON.  ✧

“Magic's always done me right when it comes to killing, but Fódlan's Reason is a whole different beast. I need to know it inside and out if I'm gonna find all the best ways to bring the pain here. Show me the ropes, and I mean I want you to make me feel it!”

FAITH.  ✧

“Learning to stitch up wounds and set bones was a necessity back home, but I'd like to take a crack at this kind of magic that calls on Faith. The fun's all over once you die, you know. Putting someone back together keeps it going for as long as you want. Lord Sombron would probably approve, yeah?”

BRAWLING.  ✧

“Magic's great 'n all, but being out of reach kinda takes the fun outta the fight. I wanna learn to fight up close so the other guy'll get a better shot at me. Plus, I've seen the kind of damage those steel gloves can do to a person's skull. Got me excited just thinking about it.”

LEVEL UP

0 TO 2 STATS UP .  ✧

“That's it?”

3 TO 4 STATS UP .  ✧

“Oh yeah, now we're talkin'!”

5 STATS UP .  ✧

“Bring on the pain! I'm gonna make you ALL feel it!”

6 STATS UP .  ✧

“You watchin', Lord Sombron? All this blood's consecrating the place for ya!”

UPON REACHING LEVEL 99 .  ✧

“It's never enough. All this suffering's never gonna be enough, but I'm not about to stop!”

BUDDING TALENT

“So I got other tricks after all.”

NEW SKILL

“I'll get some use outta this.”

RECLASSING .  ✧

“Tell me what you want, and I'll do it.”

BATTLE QUOTES

WHEN SELECTED

FULL/HIGH HP .  ✧

“Whatever you need.”

MEDIUM HP .  ✧

“Fun's just getting started!"

LOW HP .  ✧

“Ahahaha!”

ENEMY DEALS 1 OR NO DAMAGE OR MISSES .  ✧

(1) “So slow.” (2) “Nah.”

CRTIICAL ATTACK .  ✧

(1) “Allow me!” (2) “Rejoice!” (3) “This is gonna hurt!” (4) "I'll show you pain!”

GAMBIT .  ✧

“You scared?”

GAMBIT BOOST .  ✧

“We're about to have some fun.”

DEFEATED ENEMY .  ✧

(1) “The Hounds send their regards.” (2) “How was that?” (3) “I almost envy you.” (4) “Where's my reward?” (5) “Rude.”

ALLY DEFEATS ENEMY .  ✧

(1) “Hey, leave some for me!” (2) “That looked painful.” (3) “Look at you go.”

ALLY HEALS/RALLIES .  ✧

(1) “I'm back in.” (2) “Got me back on my feet.” (3) “Pain's gone.”

DEFEAT QUOTE

CASUAL .  ✧

“Exquisite..”

CLASSIC .  ✧

"Nothing... hurts me... anymore...“

THE ADVICE BOX

"Punishment's the only way to fix someone who's strayed off course, but no one's got the guts to lay a hand on me. What's the deal?"

>There are other ways to guide someone (Correct answer) >The monastery is full of cowards >Have you tried a hug?