#Better not be the last though COME ON FANDOM DON'T LET ME DOWN FOR ONCE

[whysamwhy123]

Now that Mariah May's officially in AEW, I can write that silly little crackfic idea I've had bouncing around in my brain ever since the rumours started! Like everything I write, this fic will be for precisely no one, even more so than what usual. But IT'S FUNNY TO ME IN MY LITTLE BRAIN AND I WANT HER TO INTERACT WITH MY VARIOUS BLORBOS SO IMMA WRITE IT AND THERE'S NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO TO STOP ME except not read it, rendering it a waste of my time and making me feel bad about myself, I guess

[justtheclippy]

Tips and FAQ for Asks

Hello beautiful humans, I want to do my best to get to everyone's asks so here are a few things you can do to help make that happen! (if you're looking for the cast stream master list, skip to the bottom)

Please don't spam the same question repeatedly. I will get to you eventually, I promise! But when you submit the exact same thing multiple times, it just slows me down. I've got one single brain cell, please have mercy.

No spoiler requests. I cannot tell you anything about future episodes, when they will come out, what will happen to certain characters, how the story ends etc. We're limited on what we can say in general until more episodes release. The entire cast has signed NDAs (non disclosure agreement) preventing us from revealing anything, but more than that, we wouldn't want to ruin your experience of watching and engaging with the show organically! Trust me, just enjoy the ride, it's better that way.

Don't take anything too seriously. Please keep in mind most of these answers will just be for fun. My thoughts and opinions on the character, both for silly things like favorite dessert and more serious things like character analysis, are not hard and fast canon. Same goes for any of the actors. We can speculate about our characters, we know and understand them well, but when in doubt, assume its allllllllllllll non-canonical haha

Read through previous asks. This will help prevent asking things I've already answered. I'm going to be tagging (i swear I'll do it fr) my answers with #amanda asks and #tadc asks so you can find them more easily. If you do ask a question I've already answered IT'S OK DON'T PANIC I won't be upset haha

Even though I'll be tagging my answers so you can easily find them, here are a few frequently asked questions just to get them out of the way. If you decide to ask me something I've already answered, or something that goes against the guidelines above, I'll probably skip it, you silly geese.

Q: I've seen people use several different pronouns for you, what are your preferred pronouns? A: They/them and I prefer masc leaning terms generally! I'm queer, NB and very open about my identity. But people will sometimes use she/her because they don't know. I will never get upset with someone for not knowing- it's ok. But now that you've read this, you know! So you can go forth educated. You're welcome to correct anyone who doesn't know, but please be kind to each other. We've all been the person who didn't know before.

Q: What do you think of X ship? A: I love and support all the ships! Ships are part of a healthy fandom, keep creating content that makes you feel seen and that YOU want to see, that's the foundation of creativity. And if anyone disagrees with you, remind them that a lot of classics are just fanfiction about the gods at the time. It's always been here.

Q: What is your favorite ship? A: Bunnydoll and Buttonblossom, because the dynamics are so much fun.

Q: Do you like X AU? A: Yes. It doesn't matter what it is, yes. I love the AUs and if it's a new one, you better include a link so I can find it. I want all of them, thank you so muuuuuuuuch~

Q: Have you seen or played X game/show/movie/meme etc.? A: Always happy to chat about other media! But if you wanna ask about something specific, please include a link or explanation because lets be just so very honest, half the time my brain is off in adhd land so there's a good chance I'll have no idea what you're talking about at first.

Q: Have you watched Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure? A: Not yet! But due to VERY POPULAR REQUEST I will be putting together a watch stream to watch it live with yall. Once that's happened, I'll put the link here.

Q: Have you seen Queen's second game and will you be playing it? A: Yes, we've all seen the trailer and we're very excited! We will be playing it as a full cast, just like last time, as soon as the game is finished. For now, please go enjoy the demo and support the team! Once it's out and we're ready to stream it, I'll post the link here.

Q: Can you come to X convention? A: I will come to any convention that yall want to see me at!

BUT

In order for that to happen, you have to request me directly with the convention. Most will have either a request form on their site or a specific email for requests. Just write in that you would like to see me at their event, and then they will get in touch with my agent to book me!

Q: Can I request a song for you to sing? A: Of course! I promise yall I'll do my best to put out more songs this year. If there's a cover you want me to consider doing, or an artist/composer you'd like to hear me work with, let me know!

Outside of that, if you just want a little clip, you can drop requests in the asks and if I know the song I might record a bit. This is COMPLETELY dependent on time, especially if I'm busy. Please understand ❤️

You can also make requests during stream signings, which is easier to accommodate in the moment. Just put the request in the order notes, and I'll sing a little bit for you while I sign IF I know the song. So choose wisely.

Q: I want to be a voice actor! How do I get started? A: The best advice I can give on this subject is to

Join the Voice Acting Club Discord

It is one of the best resources available for anyone interested in getting started. Tons of articles and information on equipment, treating your space, what demos are and how to know when you're ready for one, tips on auditioning, workshops and classes, Q&As with industry professionals, plus casting calls.

Q: Can I write an ask just to show you cool stuff or tell you you're awesome? A: Of course you can! You can also tag me in stuff, that's ok too. I appreciate all the love and support yall have shown for me, Ragatha and the show in general. Yall are truly incredible. ❤️

Q: Do you have a PO Box so we can send you stuff? A: I'm setting it up THIS WEEK. I will post it here when it's ready.

Q: Where can I find X stream that the cast did? A: Moving forward, I will keep a master list of our group streams in order of date aired, to the best of my ability. If I miss one, let me know and I'll get it on here!

Saberspark TADC Cast Interview

Streamily Signing #1 (Amanda, Michael, Alex, Marissa)

Streamily Signing #2 (Amanda and Michael)

Streamily Signing #3 (Amanda and Sean)

Streamily Signing #4 (Amanda, Sean, Alex, Michael, Marissa, Vera, Hamish)

TADC Fan Game Stream: Game 1

Streamily Signing #5 (Amanda, Alex, Ashley, Sean, Michael, Marissa, Vera, Hamish, Wiz)

Fast Food Simulator Charity Stream (Amanda, Lizzie, Marissa, Michael, Ashley)

Marissa's Streamily Signing CRASHED by Amanda, Alex, Michael, Max (RU Caine/Jax), Julian (DE Jax), Adam (NL Jax), and Philip (NL Chad/Max)

[ieetbeez]

Small Rant About RE

Hello gang... This has been on my mind for awhile. Today we're talking about Resident Evil and particularly Leon stans. Now I'm gonna come out and say I am one of them! I love that silly little blonde man and he's like number 1 on my favorite capcom white boy tier list next to Cody from Final Fight/SF.

tw: mentions of rape, pedophilia, incest, abuse, and my opinion

Let me make it clear, I'm not kink shaming, I'm not advocating for censorship. Art and literature shouldn't be censored. Sex is cool. Kink is cool (when safe and consensual).

I'm gonna be one of those fans real quick and say, I've been an RE fan since I was like 7. That doesn't really mean much since I can't drink legally but I've been in love with Leon since elementary school. I watched my Dad and brother play RE6 co-op and man... Aka I've been in the fandom for a fat minute. Before the RE2 remake came out I'd see the occasional Dead Dove fic but that's whatever. But I have never seen this much dark romance about Leon of all people!

Like. Call it the T-Virus the way it's everywhere I swear I can't scroll down the damn tag without getting hit with a sexual crime. And let me say, I'm not new to fandom culture. I take don't like don't read to heart (I'm super picky LMAO). And I understand that, that's just how big fandoms are, more people, more bad eggs. I'm sure the majority of y'all are sweet people.

BUT I feel like I shouldn't have to say that romanticizing things like pedophilia, rape, abuse, and incest is disgusting in the big year 2025 but here we are. Honestly, I feel this way about a lot of the fics of other fandoms I'm in. I feel crazy seeing it everywhere and it makes me feel like some sort of sexual puritan. Am I insane for wanting freaky smut and not ...freaky smut??

There for sure is a bigger conversation here about how easily accessible porn is and how quick people to fall into these pipelines. Or how booktok caused a rise in the normalization of dark romance troupes and just pure porn writing (I still hate icebreaker). Or how quick form constant content is slowly leaking it's way into everything. But we’d be here for forever…

And like, it's just completely out of character?? Like if you're gonna write about that can it at least be in character? Wesker fits the dark romance thing LEAGUES better. But LEON?? THE POLICE OFFICER?? Did you even watch a walkthrough? Leon is a sweet upstanding guy with lots of trauma, that is the last thing he'd do to ANYONE! Not saying fics have to be completely accurate all the time but there's literally nothing fun about "Omg what if Leon RAPED you!?" HES NOT THE EVIL RESIDENT HERE GUYS! At some point it's not even about Leon (or whoever the fic is about) anymore, it's just someone wanting to share their sexual fantasies online.

These topics are almost never written with any care and are insanely insensitive to the survivors of these acts. I don't know, sexual crimes are literally some of the most deplorable acts of hatred and depravity someone can do onto another person. I can't imagine getting off to the suffering of others (in a heinous crime way not BDSM way) (BDSM is cool). Have some fucking empathy and stop thinking with your goon wad guys <3

Like at least take it to AO3 so that I can filter it out or smth...

Edit: I just woke up and remembered what else I was gonna say.

You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat their fictional characters. Another thing I don’t like are the Gooner mods for the games. Like they’re fun every once in a while and like if it’s a capcom game you have to expect it. At some point though, it just stops being sexy and feels gross or uncomfortable.

Idk maybe I’m in the minority here but there has never been a single time where I was playing any RE game and thought to myself, “man… I wish I could see Leon’s end rod whipping in the wind rn…” Obviously, I wanna see that man oiled up butt booty naked doing jumping jacks like as most normal people do but… zawg…

That’s also like an actual person?? At least for the remakes. Maybe this just isn’t my dove to eat but the treat Leon like some sort doll. I know it’s kinda weak to be like this for a fictional person but yeah </3

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

A new kind of comfort

Welcome to my new obsession. I plan on making this a fandom I now write for so here's my little test run! Please enjoy a little hurt comfort with a GN reader. Words in another language will be in bold. TW for violence in Silvairs and gaps part

This world is bleak and endless, old and grimy walls that go on forever. Old rooms and new ones start to merge together until you can't remember where you've been. Sometimes you find new monsters...people? You don't know anymore. Most of the time you stumble upon those you've come to call friends but that doesn't mean it's not lonely. Passing through the maze of halls, running, fighting and resting when possible. For now, things are calm, the room is dimly lit, and the bed is a bit uncomfortable but it's better than some other rooms. The quiet is normally nice and gives a moment to relax but today it's hard to ignore the creeping loneliness. Eyes shut tight and head buried in the small pillow you don't hear when the door opens.

Mr. Crawling

He's so worried about you all the time as is. Crawling spends a lot of his time looking for you once you're separated, he can't stand being apart for long. Finding you like this makes his undead heart break, he doesn't like when you're not smiling. " Why sad? In pain, afraid?" His hands reach out tentatively, not sure if you want to be touched yet knowing no other way to make you happy again. " Pet! Pet!" It's hard not to laugh as he gently messes up your hair. " Not hurt, lonely." You explain as best you can. He seems to think for a moment before pulling you into his chest. " I'm here. Us together, not lonely. Me like you, you stay! We like each other." His words are oddly soft, his body though cold brings such comfort in this bleak word. " Yeah, us stay together. Thank you, Crawling." With careful and slow movements you bring your arms around him and relax into his chest. For now you can both just rest and later you'll explore and when you finally find the exit you'll go home together.

Mr. Scarletella

He's an odd one, seeing you unhappy does something to him, both good and bad. He hates that you look like you're in pain and yet the fact that he's the one getting to see it makes his heart race. Though it's not raining Mr. Scarletella leans over you, using his umbrella to cover you. It's his way of protecting you with all that he is, to show you that you're still his everything. " Upset? Not hurt, no blood. Why upset." His voice always sounds so far away, cutting in and out in the same way his body does. " Just am. It hurts being alone for so long. No one stays long." His head tilts at an uncomfortable angle, too far left to be anything but inhuman. " I stay, I always stay. Love you. Give name, me, you forever. Have me." He pushes the umbrella into your hand body now bent almost in half to reach your level. Your eyes finally meet his, his mouth pulls into a wide smile as you clutch the umbrella like a lifeline. " I give you name. We stay together. " His mouth pulls even wider at the sides as he nods. A hand is offered and he pulls you up. You can take time to name him, he's happy to wait so long as you let him be with you.

Mr. Silvair

Upon seeing you all curled up his first thought is that you're sick or going through the next stage of becoming a resident. He's honestly a little worried as he approaches. He doesn't want to have to hurt you but if you lash out he'll have no choice. Instead he hears the faint sound of sniffles and can see your shoulders shaking. You aren't in physical pain, he can tell from a glance now that he's closer but if not pain then what? He crouches down to sit next to you, words of affection have never been his best means to communicate with you anyway. Silvair just pulls you to lean on him and begins to speak of his latest discovery. What he's learning about your transformation, things chopped has seen on his last outing. Anything really, it's his own way of showing that he cares, that he trusts you. It's strange but comforting. He likes you enough to not want you to be sad but he knows no other way to make you happy. So he gives you time. Collect yourself and when you're ready he's there. He'll listen and keep you safe.

Mr. Chopped

He's so loud about it right away. It's not that he wants to make it worse but he can't comfort you in the same way others might. As much as he would love to just go over and hug you he simply can't. " Desire carry! Bring closer!" The yelling is enough to make you move and it's clear he feels bad about making you do work when you're clearly upset. The moment he's in your arms he's going to be working his hardest to comfort you. " You good! Me like you, need you, want you! Us friends, happy." Bring him close enough to your face and he'll ask if kisses are okay. He likes giving little kisses to your cheeks though be careful, he bites. It's hard to not smile at his attempts and honesty. You can hold him for as long as you need, so long as you realize that you mean the world to him! " Thank you Chopped. I like you too!" He smiles ear to ear at this and while you sit down together, him on your lap, Chopped will talk the time away until you're ready to start traveling again. This time you can do it together.

Mr. Gap

Kinda the worst. He likes teasing you even now that you're closer than before. So when he sees like this he wants to poke fun at you needing to rest. Then he sees you sigh, sees the dark bags under your eyes and how your shoulders sag so much more than normal. He....hates it? It looks wrong and he can't stand it, you should be standing tall, teasing him back or fighting some other person around the halls, not hiding away like this. He peers through the nearest crack in the wall to reach out. " Have paper?" Maybe this would cheer you up but you don't take it. Instead you just glance at him and look away. " Have....have what?" What do you want, how can he make you better. " Want touch, friend or companion." He looks offended at this. " Me companion! Give touch." His hands dart out to pet you in the same way he's seen others do. Its a little rough but he's trying. " Can...hug? Want hug?" He sounds unsure but he remembers seeing something like that in a paper he found. You turn and tilt your head. " You give me hug?" He nods and opens his arms for you. It takes some effort since he's in a wall but its nice. He's warm but slightly wet? It's odd but nice, grounding "Good?" This time you nod and he smiles. " Take to new place. Lets go." So long as you agree he's happy to drag you through the shadows and into another safe room, one with lots of fun things, free of charge this time. Your touch was more than enough.

I think this is the fastest I've ever written something? This is my newest and strongest fixation I think. And it sucks cause I can't play it right now but the rest of tumblr has been feeding me wonderful content. I really hope you enjoyed this and I hope to see some requests for them in the future! I'll be adding them to my list shortly, this was just a little test run. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed. If you would like to buy me a coffee it would be greatly appreciated. Have a good night or day~ Lilly

[kodokberjamur]

Warning: yapfest of a crybaby toad along with an appreciation letter under the cut

Okay. So. I actually wrote some sort of uh. Appreciation letter for you guys. I wrote it last night while I was preparing to post my fic... I wanted to post it with the fic, but since the fic is comedic, it wouldn't fit the tone of the fic at all, and when I reread what I wrote in the letter, I realized that it would be a bit embarrassing...

But AGH. BUT TODAY HAPPENED. But then Valen-san came with his fic, and Kiflee-san and Yi Xing-san came with their art. I've been feeling emotional all day because of you guys... SIFJSKFJ I've been trying to hold it back in class, but then I read your comments on my fic, and then I started getting even more emotional.

But it doesn't end there... I finally got to sit down to read Valen-san's fic and got even more emotional while leaving comments on his fic, and then I read Kiflee-san's reply to my comment on her art and it got even worse, and I had to act all casual while eating dinner in front of my family while I was itching to just cry already. And so I finally locked myself in the bathroom and cried like a baby. Because. What the hell. I've never felt this loved my whole life. What. You're all just. Too kind. I can't. Anyway. I escaped the bathroom and saw Yi Xing-san's art and. At that moment, I decided that I wanted to post it despite how cringe it is, because. Well. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I just let today end without me telling you just how much I appreciate you all.

So... Here it is. Warning: it's a bit cringe. </3

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Posting this today, on my birthday, feels particularly special. And a little vulnerable, to be honest.

Some of you might not know, but 2025 wasn't the first time Twisted Wonderland crossed my path. I actually stumbled upon the English server when it first released. But for whatever reason, I just couldn't really get into it, despite my initial curiosity.

Then, at the beginning of this year—2025—something just... clicked. I decided to give it another try.

It was the best choice I have ever made in my entire life.

To be completely frank, this year—well, these past few years, really—has not been easy for me. It's only June, only just past the halfway mark, but these past six months... they have held a lot. There have been days, weeks, where my life felt incredibly messy, where getting out of bed felt like a monumental task, where anxiety and worry about a lot of things—about everything—felt overwhelming; consuming. Every day felt like a struggle just to hold things together. Like a constant fight that I just couldn't win, no matter how hard I tried to fight back. It felt as though... I couldn't make it.

And I know that I have it better than most others do... A lot of people in the world are suffering from worse conditions than I could ever imagine. And yet, here I am, whining over something so insignificant. Augh. I'll stop myself right there... Moving on.

Amidst all of that, I found myself diving into Twisted Wonderland, and more specifically, into TreyJade.

I've been in fandoms before. I've enjoyed a lot of ships that some might call rare pairs, and I've spent countless hours scouring for fanfiction of those pairs, often finding little to none. But I have never, not once, felt this kind of pull to write about a ship. Not until TreyJade.

I don't know what it is about them—their chemistry, the comfort they bring, the way they fit together in their own uniquely freaky way—but they didn't just make me want to write. They got me to write. The urge to write about them was so strong that I couldn't fight it.

And I think a huge part of that compulsion, that drive, comes from the incredible community of TreyJade fans out there. The sheer effort and love poured into this ship by everyone... it's overwhelming. Seeing everyone's creations on Tumblr, AO3, Twitter and Pixiv—creations that radiate so much genuine affection and care for Trey and Jade, for this ship—it resonated with me, somehow. It made me feel an overwhelming urge to contribute, to add my own voice, however small.

And now, here I am, posting another fic.

If you couldn't tell, TreyJade is incredibly precious to me. And it's not just about the ship itself, as much as I adore them. It's not just about Trey and Jade as characters, whom I also love dearly and who have provided so much comfort and distraction this year.

It's because of you.

You, my readers and my friends. You, who have been there for me through every step of this journey. You, who have offered your support, your encouragement, your kindness. You, who have kept my love for TreyJade, and my drive to write, going, even when life felt like it was constantly trying to drag me down. You, who have always cheered me on, celebrated little milestones, even during the darkest days.

Every single form of support—they mean the world. To me, they aren't just notifications on a screen. They are bright spots. They always, always make me smile. No—they always get me giggling, kicking my feet like an idiot, wanting to punch holes in the wall from pure, unadulterated joy.

To me, they're reminders that there are people out there who enjoy what I put out, no matter how low quality my writing may be. They're reminders that, perhaps, I could bring just a little bit of joy into other people's days. That perhaps, I could be useful as a person. And I cherish every single one of you, more than words can say.

People often talk about how fanfiction writers bring joy and comfort to their readers, and I hope that's true. But honestly, for me, it's the other way around. You are the ones who have brought me joy. You are the reason I'm still here, still writing, still finding moments of brightness in this little life of mine.

Really... I don't know what I even did to deserve you guys.

So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading my fics. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for making this the best birthday I could ever ask for. And thank you for being, in your own unique ways, a big part of my world this year.

I love you all, so so much. <3

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Major Blog Update: Inbox Cleared, Life Updates, a big thank you and More!

First of all the big one:

The deed is done...The Inbox is dead.

Long live the inbox.

To get a fresh start, I've deleted the current inbox of all my asks.

The inbox memes, the nightmares...they're finally over...

ANYWAYS, feel free to send in any request you may have as per usual, just figured I clear that damn thing finally out considering I've had asks that are three years old in there.

Right now I'm really getting into Honkai: Star Rail since Natlan kinda killed my enjoyment of Genshin, but those gals I will still love and write for (I mean, I'm sure as heck not changing the blog url) so don't feel discouraged if you came to this blog because of my Genshin content. And of course my other fandoms are still good to rock and roll!

One last thing before the cut:

I want to thank EVERY ONE of you for following this blog and sticking around with my goofy ah for so long.

I genuinely get excited to read any message or request you put under my posts or inbox, whether it be feedback or joking around! And I know we have the memes going on about me being drowned, please know I do genuinely take the time to look at every single one that comes in everyday, even if I didn't say anything or respond. And it means the world to me that ya'll like my writing enough to continue asking of me.

You all are the reason I even put the effort I do in this blog for so many years, from my newer followers to those who have followed me since my first blog. I could not ask for a better group than ya'll.

From the bottom of my heart, thanks, and let's have a great year together!

ANYWHO: For those who care enough, this is what's been going on with me for the last few months.

Work:

As for why I've been absent for a while: simply put because I work a retail job. Thankfully nothing too bad, it's just normal scheduling and it IS work I very much enjoy and get paid relatively well. My love for writing is still very strong as is my simping, so no worries, I don't plan on going anywhere.

I DO greatly apologize for making everyone wait for literally ANYTHING, doubly so if you had an ask I didn't get to yet. I wanted to honestly save everything into my drafts, but alas I could only choose some select ones.

You're more than welcome to send it back in, and since things have calmed down I SHOULD be getting to them a lot faster.

Genshin:

In regards to what I said earlier about Genshin: Natlan kind of killed any enjoyment I had playing, characters were REALLY unappealing to me, it made my friends stop playing so therefore I stopped as well as that was the major reason I still had it installed. I don't really plan on adding anyone from Natlan or anyone else from that game in the future, so apologies if you were looking forward to that from me specifically.

Star Rail has been filling the hole in my heart and honestly? I have a lot more writing freedom writing the gals from there, but again, don't feel afraid to send me any genshin request! I still simp for my Mondstadt women after all.

Other things I've been doing/Ideas for the blog:

I've also been playing games (and getting distracted) with my irl friends and trying to catch up on my hobbies to prevent myself from burning out, Minecraft has been a big thing lately for me again: specifically Pixelmon LMAO.

For 2025 though, I plan to at least post an imagine once a week starting next week since things are still settling down and I have to get my work schedule.

I might also start posting (Eventually) my personal writing projects here to get feedback and possibly go to AO3 to post my crossover series since Tumblr isn't really the place to be doing so (Chief among them my FE3H AU: House Isekai), or if demand is high enough I'll post it here.

Oh, and with this major update I have once again updated my banner, not that it's really important, just that I put a good amount of effort in it, more than you'd think for how simple it is. I also want to see if anyone even gets my reference LMAO

Once this post goes live, I plan to add a few new characters, starting with the Commander from Girls' Frontline but we'll see how it goes.

I think that's all I got for right now, so see ya soon guys!

- Chris

[fanficmanic]

I've finally watched 8x16 and 8x17

Just to be safe cause I don't want anyone coming at me with pitchforks and fire - spoiler alert for 8x16 and 8x17

Oh, and probably long post ahead - be warned. I need to let this off my chest and vent.

For 8a, I didn't watch any of the episodes live. I didn't have a source for that at the time, and I always kept an eye on here to sort of give myself a heads-up of what happened in each episode. Then 8b came and I found a website to watch live - which is 12 pm Friday where I live, meaning the episode airs while I'm at work.

Still, I kept watching each episode live, and put in live reactions, and went nuts over predictions and obsessed over possibilities.

Then March 31 happened, and nothing was the same again.

A week later, I went on vacation (still in that vacation as I type this - got 5 more days), where episodes air at 3 am local time. I watched 14 the day after cause I was jet lagged and couldn't wake up for it, then I watched 15 live and cried so hard to the point that I woke up my husband and he freaked out. When I explained what was going on, he just hugged me and asked if I wanted him to stay up with me to vent (this is important for another point I will be making below). I'm kinda glad that all of this was happening while I was busy seeing friends who I haven't seen in years, cause otherwise, I would've driven myself insane during that one week hiatus before 16.

Still, I couldn't find it in me to wake up for 16 and watch live. I wanted to, I really did, but I just couldn't do it. Then I read all the negative feedback and I was like, nope. Not doing this. So I found a clip of the funeral, watched that, and called it a day. This, for someone like me who hasn't gotten so hyper-focused on a tv show in years, is so OOC. I still didn't watch it, even after 17 aired, which I didn't watch live either (not for lack of wanting, but the website I use is blocked where I am currently).

This morning, I woke up to an insane amount of posts here about 17 - and my fandom bestie whose opinion I treasure the most (looking at you @cathcer1984) said that I have to watch it. So, I downloaded 16 & 17, and only was able to watch them now.

Here are my thoughts on 16 (better late than never, I suppose):

No matter what Gerrard does, and no matter how he acts, he'll always be an asshole to me.

Hen and Chim were phenomenal. Their acting was out of this world, and the makeup department deserves awards cause it felt like Chim had aged 10 years.

Buck, who has a chronic case of abandonment issues-itis, was clearly barely holding himself together. He was putting on a strong mask because Bobby told him that they'll need him, and he'd die before disappointing Bobby even through the great beyond.

Eddie only being there for a few minutes pissed me off, but man did he do an excellent job. That single tear that trickled down his face when they saluted Bobby broke me.

Athena's dealing with her grief by working the dead child's case was so in character that I wasn't even upset.

Even though I had watched the funeral scene last week (and cried), I still cried again - and once more, my husband just hugged me and wiped away my tears.

I'm kinda conflicted about Bobby being buried next to his first wife and kids. I mean, it's a beautiful move and very emotional, but that doesn't give people a place to visit him and talk to him. I'm also kinda pissed that Buck, Eddie, Hen, and Chimney didn't get on that plane with Athena, May, and Harry.

Now, like I said, I woke up today to insane posts around here, and I was so confused that at one point I thought I'd be watching Buck and Eddie throwing fists at each other.

However, now that I've watched the episode, I'm starting to wonder if I'm watching the same show as everyone else is - particularly those who are calling Eddie abusive.

Again, the acting was phenomenal, the cases were typical 9-1-1, and the team work at the end kinda showed that the team might still be grieving, but they still work together seamlessly.

The talk that Eddie had with Hen and Karen proved to me that they actually don't know what Bobby told Buck - that they'd need him. I don't think they'd be annoyed by it if they did. On the contrary, I think they'd be working on helping him unburden himself from the heavy load Bobby (unintentionally) put on him.

As for that kitchen scene, I honestly think it was incredible. The acting OS and RG pulled was crazy, and I could feel their grief and anger and helplessness as if it was my own. Again, I don't think Eddie knows what Bobby told Buck - he's still not over the fact that he wasn't there with the rest when the worst happened. And he's lashing lashing out - justifiably so. And this brings me back to what I was saying about my husband earlier.

See, the thing is, we all know that Eddie was brought up to the notion that showing any sign of emotion is weakness. He's repressed and feeling guilty on top of mourning someone who has literally saved his life. In all the past seasons, we've only ever seen him cry when he had that meltdown - and he did that behind a locked door that Buck had to break down. We actively saw him hold back his emotions and become completely stoic: when Shannon died; when he thought Chris was dead during the tsunami (even if it was for a few minutes); when Buck was struck by lightning, during Bobby's funeral, and so on. Yet, we see him try to hold back his tears when he's talking to Buck in the kitchen after pointing that menacing finger at him (can you hear the irony?).

This brings me to what I mentioned about my husband earlier. My husband and I have been together for almost 16 years - married for 14. We've been through so many different things that have caused us immense pain and resulted in one of us lashing out at the other. Our most recent issue is related to my health, which has been going on for about 3 years now, and if you ask anyone who knows me, they'd tell you that I'm ok - managing but ok. They never see my frustration and my pain and my tears, only my husband does, because he's my safe space. I know I can vent and express my frustration in whichever way I find helpful at the time, and that he'll always hold me, help me up, and support me.

This is what's going on with Eddie. He said that he couldn't cry when he received the news because he didn't want to freak out his kid. We saw him with his clenched jaw during the funeral. Still, maybe on an unconscious level, he knew that, standing there in front of Buck in his old kitchen, he's safe to let go of everything that's been eating at him regarding Bobby's death.

On a not-so-different note, Chimney punched Buck and everyone is a-ok with him (even though it's been years since), yet, here we have people calling Eddie abusive and toxic.

Then we've got Buck, who has a chronic case of abandonment issue-itis, and who (even before Bobby died) always wants to help his family and fix things. He's going around rating people's grief so that he can figure out how to help them - it's the only way he know how to do things. But he can see that they don't need him, not the way Bobby said they would, and he ends up in a confessional booth trying to contact Bobby (may I suggest a Ouija board next time?).

But even though Eddie lashed out at Buck, and even though Buck called Eddie a jerk after reading his note, Eddie (who can barely afford anything by being an uber driver) flew his son over to cheer Buck up, and Buck - the man with a heart bigger than the universe - accepted that with the good faith that it is because Eddie gave him what he needs (his family) without him having to ask for it. Because Eddie saw that Buck was trying to help everyone BUT himself, and he stepped up to do that.

Was Buck making everything about him again? Maybe, but then again this is the same person who has had to spend his entire childhood working on getting his parent's attention. Nothing makes sense about grief - like Karen said: you're grieving, fair can go fuck itself (she didn't say that, but she might as well have).

Anyway - if you've gotten this far, I thank you for reading my rambles and venting. I needed to get this off my chest because I've been feeling like I want to scream at my phone all day after reading all the different posts. Like I said in an earlier post - the amount of people I've unfollowed after the last two episodes is a lot.

[snipeheart]

Dying Twice

My return to the Resident Evil fandom simply would not be complete without this post.

This post is about Piers Nivans, the most heroic and worthy protagonist ever to give his life for the cause. It is about my son, my blorbo before blorbos were even a thing, the character who changed me as a person just from playing this game.

Chapter 5 of Resident Evil 6's Chris campaign starts with the descent into Hell. They've tracked Sherry and Jake to an underwater base off the coast of China, where Carla Radames housed her greatest projects. As they descend down to the sea floor, Chris and Piers talk about the fate of the world and the future--which leads Chris to say that he wants to retire and give his position to Piers, trusting the BSAA and the future of the world to him.

Piers, of course, says he isn't ready--but we don't believe him. We believe Chris, who believes in him, and we've been given every reason to. We've seen the character arc Chris went through, descending into the spiral of petty vengeance, losing focus and losing his new team as a result, feeling that crushing responsibility, but pulling out of it and getting a hold of himself thanks to Piers.

Throughout the story, Piers has been Chris' rock, his tie to the world in spite of raging emotional instability, constantly obeying his orders even when he disagrees with them but never doing so without calling Chris on his terrible decisions and advising him on how to do better.

Chris is emotional, guys. Even as a storied, skilled veteran of the fight against bioterror, his flaws remain consistent and acknowledged, as they have been since Resident Evil 1. He carries immense survivor's guilt and blames himself when others die, even when it isn't his fault--and spirals when it actually is. We see that he treats his soldiers like a family, and is suitably devastated when he fails them and they die. Piers isn't playing some polar opposite to him this whole time--he's just as emotional and driven as Chris, but keeps Chris steady. The whole reason the story even happens is because Piers went back to Edonia, tracked down Chris, and brought him back into the BSAA to be a hero once again. He brought photos of those men they lost with him--Ben Airhart, Carl Alfonso, Andy Walker, and of course, Finn Macauley. To force Chris to remember. Because even though Chris wanted to forget--the most human response he could've had--Piers couldn't let him do it, because forgetting them would've been the same as killing them twice.

Piers does not fucking rest, he does not fucking quit. He doesn't sleep until the job is done. Even when faced with the biggest, most nightmarish creature a mind like Carla's could come up with, and every reason to be scared, he doesn't show fear. His only thought is that he has to end this nightmare for the sake of everyone else. It's what makes him so like Chris and so well-fitted to step into his shoes and take up his mantle.

Not to mention the part where he lifted a fucking bulkhead by himself, battle-weary and exhausted, to give Chris' big ass time to climb back up.

Piers isn't ready to die. He says as much himself while fleeing HAOS, who's trying to smash the whole facility apart to get at him--he says he'll be damned if he's gonna die here. So we know he doesn't want to die. He wants to live, and to fight, and to breathe. But, of course...

The devil catches up with them, and he has to make a choice. He knows he's giving up his life, and he does hesitate--only for a moment--but he goes through with it. There's no other option, and if he doesn't do it, Chris and the world are both doomed. He drags himself over to that syringe and willingly gives up his life and humanity to save them. Piers, you fucking immortal legend.

The final fight, in fact, can't be won without Piers, as without his lightning ability, HAOS will just regenerate in its Chrysalid every time it takes enough damage.

After that thing goes down for the seeming last time, Chris and Piers have their talk. Piers opens by apologizing. He's sorry that he did this--that he did the one thing BSAA soldiers, the people who fight bioterror, aren't supposed to do. That he gave up his humanity. He has this pleading tone to him, like the sound of a man trying to explain himself to someone he expects will be disgusted or disappointed or even angry.

The way Chris takes his hand behind his head and makes him look him in the eye, forces him to swallow any self-sacrifice bullshit, assures him they are both getting out of there alive...

He knew what Piers was thinking, and was having none of it. No more losses. No more good men dying.

It's all Piers can do to flee the facility as it collapses around them, and he's collapsing with it, the C-Virus taking over his body. Chris reassures him that they're both getting out--and he nods, but you can see the doubt on his face. And he knows how this ends, no matter how much he doesn't want it to. There's only one path to victory left.

The heroic music stops as the camera pans down to his ruined, mutated arm. It takes on a sad tone as he looks at his one remaining human arm, looking at the patch on it. Thinking of one last thing to give him. You can see it on his face. When Chris reaches his hand out, and Piers takes it, you can already see the BSAA patch missing from his sleeve.

The way Chris screams, pleads, begs him not to do it. And you can see him hesitating. Chris begs him to get in the pod, to come with him, tells him there's still time. And you can see that he wants to. He wants so badly to go with him but he knows he can't, and he forces it down and heads for the control panel.

And all he can do is smile sadly. No words left. Just one little memento. Something to remember him by.

That's all he wanted. All he really needed, to make it okay. So long as Chris remembered. So long as he didn't choose to forget again, so long as he didn't let him die twice.

I've always yearned for nothing less than for Capcom to take this back. To undo his death and bring back the man who made me cry so hard when it seemed like he had so much more to give. But I've always understood why he did it. That whole thing is who Piers was from start to finish--to not let people die for nothing. I don't think I could ever not cry watching the death of a man who loves life so much.

You know, I actually knew before I played the game that Piers died. That's the nature of spoilers, that even seconds after launch the news can be out. But I still played it, and still got invested, because I didn't know for sure if that was the truth or just a rumor. And I didn't know how he died. All I could assume was that maybe he took a bullet for Chris and would be some fallen partner to avenge before the final boss, to give the story some kick.

I didn't know it would unfold like this. I didn't know I'd come to love him so much. Resident Evil 5 me could not have pictured, could not ever have imagined Resident Evil 6. Protagonists might die, but heroes weren't supposed to die. The most I expected was another Steve Burnside, something tragic and meaningful, yes, but still a sacrifice to motivate the hero...not something to almost punish him for coming back to the fight.

But I know why he did it. It still makes me cry, because god damn it, but you have to respect it. He might have died, but he made sure he'd live forever in at least one way.

[stolentrekblr]

Trekblr Community Reaction

I have wanted to compile reactions from the community for a while now, and today I finally made it happen. I have not editorialized anything, doing my best to copy reactions as written. Without further ado:

i love accs like this and the people behind them. the dedication to search for stuff like this and bring it home. sounds absolutely maddening and i salute them. to sift through garbage theft accs… doing the lords work

idk if i should feel honored or not, at least my username is there lol. this is very funny to me. like i dont even use facebook anymore

Omg they erased the last sentence. Lmao. I mean if you’re gonna steal my posts at least include the entire thing. It’s literally the least you could do

chat should we kill them?

OMGOD IVE MADE IT!!! this is crazy because i feel like my dad might actually see my star trek posts LMFAO. he's always on there. this is a big moment

I don't have a problem with reposts of my stuff if the watermark/username is included, but I appreciate the spirit of what you're doing

Nice sentiment but i really don't want people on facebook to have a link to my tumblr blog. thank god it's uncredited... been around a while my posts are always being stolen

The person Im thinking of flat out took OC memes from me and passed off my captions as his own. He gave me credit once from what I've seen and then the other times it looks like he made it up himself. I'm all for tossing memes out there and letting them be wild and free, but this guy twists it and uses it to beg for money on his page. He's got the lobes.

Why did they censor my pfp but not my username WHAT

damn. ig im famous now. better start lining up for autographs

People are posting me to Facebook???????

Damn... I'm not even mad about this tbh... someone thought my stupid post was good enough to steal and put on a facebook group 🤣🤣

disgusting

?!?!??!??!??!??!?!!!??!?

You know what I'm ok with Facebook enjoying this one I appreciate it being edited over them

This has never happened to me before

I honestly don’t mind seeing screen shots of my posts showing up elsewhere, it’s inevitable, but the nature of a screenshot shows the source of the post as well as the OP. But this crap is blatant plagiarism. Obviously this person is on tumblr, so I hope they see this. Please do better and have a smidgeon of integrity. Just give credit? It’s really not difficult? Thanks @stolentrekblr for the effort here.

Yooooo this is wild! Glad people like it I guess

This one ALMOST gives credit. But not quite. Could’ve just typed my handle in the post 🤷‍♀️ super easy, barely an inconvenience.

Come on... Just type "credit: *tumblr handle of the OP*" It's so easy not to be a spineless thief.

The watermark 🙄🙄

keep doing your thing op. you're like an archeologist but instead of screaming about how it belongs in a museum you are adamantly making sure people know where these things came from. i can't even fucking imagine the searching you have to do to find these posts. earlier today i couldn't find a post i had seen yesterday. keep it up!

I tracked down a post of mine that you found reposted on the data FB page, and left them a comment. "Hey look, its my post! didn't even crop out my tumblr url lmao. it was much more popular on my blog tho (1,817. notes)" They did not respond. 😒 It only got 344 reactions and 6 comments on the data page though... that page has like 38k followers... at least my posts do well when I post them myself on the Star Trek Shitposting page 🤣

I've made it. I have arrived. I got my 5 second shitpost lifted and put on another social media site, complete with a hazy photo overlay. I have won at Tumblr. I can rest now. I can rest.

Ohh yeah, this guy's a real loser. It's the WATERMARK for me 🙄

The HUBRIS!

ahh wow Ive never had a post escape containment before!! did they at least link back?

I am touched ^-^

plagiarism is the real problem. it gets worse when you see someone profit off the passions of other people in a fandom

well damn. and i'm here looking for employment...

sad to see someone else repost on fb and even watermark it. seriously what is up with the watermark over a screenshot of a tumblr post

Yeah. I think you're doing good work. I think exploitation is so baked into society that some people don't even realize when they are using the free labor of others for their own gain.

[seven-vi]

"Jinx was a better big sister"

This is a take I saw often in fandom after season 2 came out. There were..A couple of bad takes that circulated after the show ended, but this one irked me the most

Vi was a child parenting another child. I don't think Vander was a bad parent, good as one can be in their situation, but him being there didn't stop that dynamic from happening. Could be seen as (Intentionally or not) Encouraging that in pushing her as the "leader" of their group

Vi watched her, kept her safe, defended her both physically and verbally. She was her main support. She stopped being just her sister once their parents died, and for a child, she did pretty good. Did she shove her sister? Yes. Is it the best? No, but again, siblings. As good as a relationshipyou get with one, it's still bound to happen. You're stuck in the same space with one person. If she'd been physically abusive, Powder wouldn't act like that with her. She doesn't let Powder in on dangerous shit for good reason. It's not some belief that she is in fact a jinx, but that she's got so little family left. Despite Powder wanting to help, she's not capable. She's a malnourished preteen, of course she can't keep up. That's not a bad thing! Taking her would put them all in more danger and that's not a point against Powder

The only real big thing is when Vi punches her sister. Again, not great, but I don't blame her

Vi just lost everything. Brutally. Her future is unsure. And the sister she told to stay home comes running up, telling her she's the one who just blew up their last bit of family. In that moment she's not acting like a parent. Powder is not her child, that is her little shit sister, who did not fucking listen, and fucked up everything! No it's not mature to call her a jinx or hit her, but Vi isn't mature. She's 15. She stops as soon as she realizes and makes herself go calm down

To Powder, this is her last living parental figure leaving her for fucking up again. But she didn't leave. She was going to come back (And likely get killed) Before she was sent to prison. She then spent her entire time in and out of prison trying to get her sister back

Hell, I don't blame her for hitting Isha. She was (Not lethally) Fighting with her sister, and something has just jumped on her and bit her. The motion her arm makes isn't even a punch, she's moving her arm back to try and knock an attacker off. The whole move screams "Trying to remove an someone without actually having to use real force or two hands to pry them off." It's not a move that would often end in blood. And yet again, is horrified that it happened. I know why it happened in narrative, but that moment is not Vi realizing Jinx is better at being a sister. This seeing something so similar to past guilt and all of those feelings are rushing back. Vi thinks she's terrible. Jinx likely counts it as a point against her. But!! It's not. The whole thing was an accident and a culmination of everyone's actions up until that point

Was Jinx a good sister? Yes. And also no

She actively endagers Isha. She shoots people infront of a child. Her hideout is better then it had been with just Jinx, but it's still not safe. Objectively not great. But also!! To Jinx, this is involving Isha. Making sure she doesn't feel abandoned. Protecting her. She is pretty great in playing with her, caring for her etc. The big difference though? Isha is younger, and Jinx is an adult

I think the whole point was that neither of then were perfect at it because of their situations/Lives and how they reacted. Vi was a child attempting to parent another child. Her biggest concern was keeping Powder safe. Jinx had a more childlike approach, but she is still young, and Isha was younger then Powder. Her biggest concern was making sure Isha never felt abandoned. It's meant to be a contrast. The only reason Jinx parents the way she did is because of her relationship with Vi. She wanted to do what Vi hadn't, and in return, missed things that Vi did do for good reason. I think the whole thing probably gave Jinx a better understanding of her own sister, rather then a "Well this proves Silco right"

This is decently long and I feel I may be missing a few points, but I'm gonna wrap it up here. They weren't entirely good big sisters, but that doesn't make them bad. They did the best they could with what they were. Vi especially. As good or bad as the actions may be it makes sense for a 15 year old, and I really don't understand the slander

[einsvei]

Embracing Frostiness .1

Pairing(s) : Kalim al Asim, Riddle Rosehearts, Malleus Draconia

❅ — about. "Your lips taste familiar. it's my favourite flavour, isn't it? Let me have another taste, please?"... ( 2.3k ) ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᶦˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵛᵒᵘʳᶦᵗᵉ. ᴵ'ᵐ ˢʰᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ.

☃︎ — warnings. Fluffy headcannons and mini scenarios, all SFW. If you count kissing and teasing as suggestive, then there's that. Here is my shitty Christmas present to the TWST fandom.

Setting: the boys are still NRC students and classes/studying are mentioned.

Kalim Al-Asim, Coconut.

"You taste sweeter than usual!"

As soon as your lips touch, he stills. A thousand questions run through his mind, and greedy for an answer, he continues to place eager kisses on your face. It tastes so familiar, but its nearly the last thing on his mind.

He could get addicted to the taste of your lips, he thinks. Will hum curiously and keep you pressed against him, rendering you unable to get away.

Even when you push him, desperate for a breath of air, his lips will without a fail chase yours. Would probably shamelessly lick you if he's feeling more playful. He'd definitely lick his own lips after the two of you separate, how evil.

Kalim is a lover of PDA. He wants everyone to know how much he loves you, and vice versa! kisses, hugs, hand holding, nothing is entirely off the table when it comes to you. It's how he greets you and says goodbye, one of the main ways to communicate the near suffocating amount of affection he holds for you and those he holds very dear.

But as soon as you start adding lip balm with specific flavouring, expect his kiss attacks to become increasingly more frequent— and by that, i mean, it's the only thing he can think about.

"What flavour is it today?"

"I hope it's the one from yesterday again!"

Kalim wouldn't mind any other choices of flavours you would choose, but you can tell how much more longing his stares get when you use the coconut one, saved for special occasions.

You can encourage him using this ( Jamil recommended, ) for rewards in tests, mock exams, finishing homework on time, or simply by doing well in class. It will work very efficiently, unsurprisingly so, and by consequence— expect a nod of approval from the vice housewarden every once and awhile.

He'll wonder absentmindedly during class, only brought back by Jamil's book snapping shut beside him. He can only smile sheepishly and apologise.

But if the prospect of being rewarded for his due diligence is on the table, he'd be remarkably concentrated and very passionate on the basis of schoolwork. Though, Kalim is still Kalim, so make sure to bring him back down to earth if his mind wanders. If classes are out, its free game in his books!

Anytime he'd see you, he would, without a doubt, steal kisses from you— whether it's in passing due to him being in a hurry or simply doing it distractedly. It's as if a switch had been flipped inside of him, and a deep craving of the syrupy taste of you is all he can think about.

"When did you buy this? do you have any more of it?"

Assuming that you would tell him it was simply an offhanded purchase, or a one time thing, he'd stare at you curiously, before nodding resolutely. You'd do well to remember that look, as it usually means that an incredible amount of money is about to be spent.

Kalim will make sure that you have a very large stock worth of flavoured lip balm or Chapstick always at the ready. He's giddy, nearly vibrating with excitement as he watched you pick them out at Sam's shop. If there isn't anything that catches your eye, don't worry! he'll contact his parents and get a couple crates fully stocked imported and sent straight to ramshackle.

If by some stroke of luck— or misfortune, Kalim is more mischievous that day, he will whine and pout; yet won't say anything. He'll expect you to already know what he wants, simply by his mood. Better give him those kisses he clearly yearns so much for.

Will follow you around with those wide eyes of his, trailing closely behind you like a lost puppy. The display is just so adorable, you can't help but shower him with all the kisses he wants; smooshing the apple of his cheeks.

Coconut is his favourite flavour, and you're one of his favourite people; so Kalim thinks it's the best of both of his most prized worlds.

He's very indulgent by nature, and he'll definitely take advantage of your willingness and play into your love for him in exchange for more sweet tasting kisses. It's your fault you got him addicted to the taste of you, y'know? make sure to take responsibility.

Riddle Rosehearts, Strawberry.

"Don't just kiss me out of nowhere! what? huh...there's something different?"

In common riddle fashion when it comes to physical affection, he'll completely freeze up, body going stock still.

His face is rapidly gaining a red hue, and it threatens to take over his entire face. It feels to him, and looks to you; that his brain has completely shut off, as its not exactly sure how to respond to your straightforward affections.

You gotta let him know before you kiss him, lest this happens. Sure, it seems funny, and you might get a little chuckle out of it, but riddle doesnt like to feel like hes being made fun of. Occasional teasing is alright in his books, but he's very tight strung outside of your relationship and may sometimes find it difficult to tone it down.

If he were to ask for one, there would have to be a lot of prerequisites needed in order for it to happen. Not being a fan of PDA, you would have to be alone; and of course, you'd have to ask first. It's not that riddle doesn't want your affection, that's very far from it.

He is very starved for touch and affection, due to his very strained relationship with his mother. Unfortunately because of that, Riddle doesn't know how to receive affection-- be it in gifts or in the physical sense. He's glad you remembered his favourite flavour, and will compliment you shyly on your memory; he expects nothing but the best from his partner, after all.

He'll be very nervous if you kiss him randomly, but will notice that something is different awhile after he manages to reboot himself appropriately.

Being extremely observant, ( not to mention the fact that since he's not exactly allowed to have sweets, he will notice the delicious taste almost instantly. ) It'll be addressed, but only after a confused and blush ridden riddle scolds you, of course.

Riddle has a hidden sweet tooth, and doesn't get to indulge in it very often, so he may start seeking you out in the hallways, and drag you to an empty corridor or classroom, and ask for a kiss. Maybe if he felt more bold, he would wordlessly ask for permission before taking what he wants.

"Is it...is it on, today?"

he couldn't dare meet your eyes, it's taking a lot out of him to even ask! Riddle was taught to not be selfish, but maybe it's okay if it's with you, right? He'd cough into his fist, and give you a peck. It's up to you if you want to deepen the kiss ( he wouldn't complain,) or keep them simple in scale. Riddle won't outright say it, lest he wants to embarrass himself— but he sometimes catches himself watching your glossy lips whenever you speak.

Whenever you lick them, he yearns to taste it off of you; but knows to restrain himself. His kisses are shy, and he quickly learns to relish the delicious taste that rests on your lips. In due time, the more comfortable riddle is with you through the journey of your relationship, he'll become more eager, and show more vulnerability intimacy wise. He may let out a small whine into your lips and shut his eyes tight, embarrassed to lock eyes with your own during such a moment.

Perhaps ingesting lip balm so continuously isn't the best for his system, so he advises you to not wear it all the time. Even though he could just— not kiss you all the time when you're wearing it. He's tempted to collar you for that thought.

Dorm members will comment on their housewardens behaviour offhandedly, 'he seems less ... him?' or rather, the version that they're essentially used to seeing, at the very least. Your kisses are always slow and delicate, as if you're afraid riddle would break if you pushed him too far. He prefers to not be taken lightly due to his stature, and will encourage you to not play softly with him all the time— his manly pride is important!

But Riddle knows that you want to cherish the moments that the both of you are able to be physically intimate like this for as long as he’ll let you. The pleasant calming scent from the scented balm and the tempting taste of your lips helps relax him a lot more than he had initially thought. Expect his mood to be a lot less capricious than it used to be— Trey and Heartslabyul as a whole is very grateful to you. Its a very small change in his eyes, but in an outsider's perspective, it's major. Don't expect any further leniency on rule breaking, though.

Malleus Draconia, Ice cream

“You really remembered?”

Depending on how far along your relationship with malleus is, he'd be hard pressed to either do one of two things; cling onto you constantly and follow you, or practically have to restrain himself physically so he doesn't always seek you out.

Lillia told him some people prefer when their partners aren't always around them, and in common draconian fashion, took those words very seriously in assuming you and everyone else were the same way. Malleus is quite lonely, so don't take it too much to heart if he happens to cling onto a bit too much. You're the only one aside from his family that he's been able to confide in, whether it be about his emotional insecurity or physical— and with that comes the responsibility of reassuring him every now and again. He won't tell you, of course, but if you're observant enough to notice it, make sure to not leave that alone, lest it escalates.

With the array of peculiarity twisted wonderland holds as a whole, you'd be surprised if you didn't find anything of odd origins at the mystery shop. So spotting the ice cream flavoured lip balm on a shelf is the least astonishing thing you've experienced so far. Don't look too deep into the logic side of things, and buy it! And subsequently, malleus would notice the change by the smell alone. He yearns to be near you and prefers to not take any opportunities when he is for granted. So, when he catches a whiff of a scent he's very familiar with that isn't your natural one, his interest is immediately peaked.

“Something smells different about you today.”

He would sniff you to pinpoint it, As he knows that the scent is on you, but wishes to know exactly where it is. Stopping at your face, his eyes bore into yours, and he'll expect an answer. Tap your lips, or if you'd say it verbally, it would most likely end the same way. A smile would paint his face, a soft crease in his eyes— he's amused.

“Human inventions are incredibly peculiar. How amusing...”

He'd whisper before sealing your lips with his own, greedily and shamelessly licking the seam of your mouth slowly. Make sure to tell him if it's too much, he'll stop, of course, but will expect more. He's overjoyed ( silently ) that you recalled his favourite food and thought of him enough to buy something that he liked. Don't be surprised when small trinkets, stunning gems and miscellaneous items find their way to your hands, in return. Malleus wants you to know, and will try his best to make it very clear that he thinks about you as much as you do him— if not more.

If malleus wants a peck, or a kiss in between classes, or during a late night walk, he'll tap his lips— as you did before.

It'll become a bit of a signal for you both to speak the words that you, or he may be too nervous to speak aloud at times. Malleus is the prince of chivalry, and will always make sure your consent is spoken for whenever physical intimacy like that is present; the last thing he wants to do is potentially hurt you or make you uncomfortable in any way shape or form.

Once the first encounter is done with, expect a very disgruntled pair of knights to ask you where their young master is— his sneaking away has gotten incredibly worse as of late! Don't say anything too obvious, or show them the note he wrote you with a location sprawled on the back of it to them. Sebek is very skeptical when told you have nothing to do with it, but Silver and Lillia will work to reassure him and get off your back. Just make sure they never catch you kissing! though one would be more aghast than the rest, to be fair.

His kisses are delicate, yet hold an undertone of soft eagerness, be aware that he can, and will nip at your lips to tease. Due to his duties as future heir, be prepared to be bombarded with affection by malleus when all is said and done. You're his reprieve, his haven outside of the world that seems to do nothing but fear him— and he cherishes you more than you could possibly ever know. Expect very slow sessions of smooching, and a heavy sigh to leave him as he visibly deflates in your hold, arms wrapped around you.

“Does your tongue taste as sweet as your lips? Shall we see?”

( ༄) EINSVEI⠀𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ⸰౨ৎ ͙ࣳ ━━ all rights reserved. I implore you to not plagiarize or steal my works. ❅*‧ ִֶ!

[towriteloveontheirarms]

I am my own worst enemy (Wyll Ravengard x Reader)

synopsis: When you agree to dance with Wyll, the night does not end like you would have expected it.

warnings: kinda emotional hurt/comfort, afab reader

word count: 2.2k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall

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It has been a long day, too long in your opinion and the sleep that is soon to take you for the night is pulling you in with insistent arms as you slip out of your armour into some casual clothes. You are ready for your head to hit the pillow as you pass out, but the shuffling of steps around the dying embers of the campfire alerts you into a state of heedfulness. There has been just one too many uninvited nightly visitors in camp as of late.

Groaning you rub your eyes and force your legs to carry you out of the tent again. Sluggish, heavy steps lead you to witness a true sight to behold. Moving around the dying flames, with a grace you knew only a small group of people to possess, is none other than Wyll. His eyes closed and humming a slow, simple melody under his breath. His smooth voice instantly calms any tension in your body and as you take on a more relaxed stance you allow yourself to bask in the tranquillity of the moment. Your feet shuffling in the rubble on the ground is what ultimately breaks his peace. Or perhaps he just heard your heart beating out of your chest, you tell yourself. His one dark eye flies open and finds you immediately.

“Ah, my apologies. I didn't mean to interrupt you.” You rasp quietly, scared to chase away the remnants of tranquillity if you spoke too loudly.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He responds calmly.

The gentle, smoothness of his voice would never not send comfortable shivers down your spine. And it never would make your face heat up less. Ever since you have met Wyll, he has never looked as calm and happy as when he had danced.

“I do hope you weren't waiting for someone and I just chased them away.” Though there is light heartedness in your tone, the thought produces a stinging feeling in your chest.

“They have just arrived.” Wyll grins as he answers.

Looking around you see everyone is still in their tents. Then it dawns on you who he means and as you point at yourself, your face begins to warm up considerably. Something thought impossible before. The raven-haired man nods once and with a final step towards you, he offers his hand as if the two of you were at a grand ball in one of the palaces in Baldur's gate, dressed to the nines, instead of mortal peril somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

Biting your lower lip to fight back a growing smile of your own, you gladly lay your palm onto his. Immediately you get caught up in the embrace of his arms, body not yet cold from the nightly chill. The movements he leads are slow, deliberate. Bordering on sensual as the two of you dance around each other. Electricity crackles in the little bubble around you, the rest of the world gone. Pushed into the background by the energy rushing through your veins. It feels so surreal, yet nothing has ever felt better or more natural before than being right there with him. At the same time, you can feel your heart racing dull and echoing painfully in your chest. The joy of the moment being overshadowed by a, in your mind, very well-founded fear.

Wyll takes your hand again as the two of you come to a stand. Together you sink to one knee, feeling the cold earth underneath seep in through the comfy clothes. The sensation is solely fought by the touch of your palms and the intense chocolate brown eye searching your gaze. It's inevitable what's going to happen next, the moment is as perfect as the two of you could have wished it to be. If only you didn't turn your head to the side at the last second.

You don't dare to look at Wyll. Ashamed at the confusion and hurt pulling the corners of his mouth down and drawing his eyebrows together. Deep creases of worry laying over his forehead as he slowly stands up. Everything inside of you tightens, painfully so at the restraint it costs.

“I apologise if I have come on too strong with my advances.” The resignation in his voice could break the hardest of hearts. “I must have lost myself in the thought of prancing around the balls of Baldur's Gate in my younger days.”

You open your mouth in an attempt to soothe his hurt, or maybe your own, but not a sound comes out around the lump in your throat. You have nothing left but to sit down on the cold ground as Wyll walks away and takes all the warmth that had previously flooded you with him.

Even when you thought it impossible, you break even more when you finally look up at him. Wyll had started to slowly retreat, facing towards you and ever so slightly reaching out one of his hands.

“Sleep well.” He mutters despondently.

“Wait.” You call out loud enough you are sure for a moment it would wake up everyone else.

But desperation makes oneself care little about unimportant issues like that. Especially in the face of scaring away the first good thing you had found in a long while. Even if stupidly enough, scaring him away had seemed like a completely viable option for the longest while.

The kiss the two of you had shared at the riverbed hidden away from the visitors of the Tiefling festivities, practically tortured you. Unable to forget it when it plays over and over every time you close your eyes.

The beat of silence between you stretches into infinity, filled with your racing thoughts and even more rapidly racing heart.

“Wait.” You repeat, quieter this time. “Please stay. Just a moment longer.”

There is a struggle to decide freezing him to his place a few steps away from you. You don't dare to let your mind rejoice yet as he sits down beside you.

“Something wears on your mind.” It's a statement more than anything else, followed by another beat of silence.

“Do you mean aside from the pressure of getting told that all the realms' fate lays in my hands wherever we go and the danger of the worms in our heads threatening to consume us any moment?” You manage a short and bitter chuckle.

The action gets you met with a stern look and waiting silence. So, you sigh and sink in on yourself as you get ready to make the confession you never thought you'd have to make.

“I care about you, Wyll. More than I would have ever liked to care about anyone.” You murmur at a measured pace. Thinking thoroughly how to explain your reasoning.

It´s obvious that he wants to say something, but one look tells him he would get an explanation in time. A strange calm fills you when he closes his mouth again. Glad for the understanding.

“But I cannot allow myself to give in to the longing that has pulled on my heart strings since the day we met. Not until all of this has been resolved, if it ever will be. I could not bear the thought of losing you right when I just found you. I can barely stand the sight of any of you getting hurt. And we don´t know what to expect at Moonrise, or beyond that when we reach the city.”

“So you are simply swearing off anything that does not serve the purpose?” He asks incredulously. There is a certain irony to his words.

“Well, I tried. It worked well enough in the beginning, but…” You take a pause to breathe before the confession you had tried to avoid. “I cannot seem to shake my affection for you. No matter how hard I try.”

Wyll lets out a huffed breath beside you. The action pulls your eyes to his face to better gauge his reaction, but he does not lead anything on. Your heart hammers in your chest so hard you are sure the sound fills the silence as it does for you.

“I understand that you are afraid. A lot has happened in quite a short amount of time.” Wyll finally speaks up, his eye steady on your face. “You should know however, that I would gladly be by your side as more than a friend for everything that is about to come still. No matter if we know what that entails for certain or not.”

“Are you sure about this?” You look up at him with a shimmer in your eyes that he could feel himself melt at.

“How did you phrase it? We will find a way out of this, if we just put our worms together.” Wyll chuckles at the phrase.

Another wave of warmth floods through you and as if on its own, one of your hands wanders over his shoulder and neck to rest against his cheek. Feeling the difference between the soft skin and tender scars under the pad of your thumb. Following it down to his chin. His eye flutters close and electricity courses from your soles to the crown of your head. His words strangely quell your fears. Or perhaps it is just his voice that could persuade you to do almost anything. Slowly you kneel down in front of him, laying your other hand on his chest.

“I love you.” You murmur full of admiration.

“I adore you.” He hums, laying his hands over yours. "Deeply."

“My knight in shining armour.” You mumble, hopeless admiration flickers in your eyes.

“My one and only.” He answers in a hoarse murmur.

Hopelessness turns into bliss under Wyll´s watchful gaze soon as you reangle your face to let the bridge of your nose rub against his. Your foreheads lean safely against each other, holding space for the affections taking over you. Affection that is unwilling to be held back any longer.

The air grows more charged with every second the two of you let pass by in silence. As your breath mingles and heavy eyelids slowly fall close, as the barely existing space between you gets breached for your lips to lock in a shy show of your emotions. Delicately tasting each other for the first time and all of a sudden, the responsibilities on your shoulders feel a little lighter, the world a little less grim, a little less cold, a little righter. As soon as your lips touch however, the two of you part again already. While you are sure what to await in terms of Wyll’s reaction, the raven-haired man still manages to floor you with the sheer softness in his left eye. At that moment, you are sure you have never seen anyone more beautiful. No one´s touch had ever felt so invigorating or had left a trail of fire in it´s wake just like Wyll could. There is no denying any more by now that you have no strength left to withstand him any longer. So, you lean into his palm on your cheek further and allow your lips to mirror the smile on his ones.

“I wish dawn would never come so we could stay in this moment forever.” You sigh.

“I wish so as well, yet dawn must always follow the night. Even if it is a night as this. And there could always be more like it to come.” He replies, hope shimmering through every word.

“I would like that very much.” You agree quietly.

“May I kiss you again?” Wyll croaks.

“You may.” You smile shily. Unable to recline such a sweet request.

The initial shyness quickly dissolves with the new touch to make way for the earlier desperation. Driving the two of you closer together until there is no room left for breath in between your bodies. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, while Wyll’s arms rest over your hip bones. Your lips dance together much like your bodies had previously, passionately, pouring every emotion into the experience. Hands not only exploring but also holding the other right there with you. Not wanting to pull away so soon after you had finally admitted to your feelings. Pulling each other close by anything you can hold onto.

Heavy breathing fills your little bubble the longer the kiss goes on as the sheer intensity seems to rob every last breath from your lungs. Only for him to breathe life into you once more. It could have been seconds, minutes or hours for all you know, but eventually Wyll does pull away again. Just enough to look at you in all your wide eyed and parted lips, heavy breathing glory.

“You are so beautiful.” He croaks. Under your fingers his heart beats a little faster, leaving no doubt of the truth in his words.

Together the two of you lay down to get some rest for the remainder of the night, but you find yourself unable to take your eyes off him. Sleep had managed to get far away enough to evade you entirely now.

“I do not know if you are really charming or if I am simply easily charmed, but I do know that I would not have it any other way.” You muse.

[grunge-princess-nymph]

🖤🎸~ Rock & Hell ~🌼💚

Pairing: Yandere Lewis Legend x Human!Fem!Reader x Yandere Mariska

Genre: Thriller

Warning: Possessive Behavior, Mentions of sexual activities, Biosexuality, Kidnapping, Neck licking

Fandom: Lollipop Chainsaw Repop

Summary: You had found yourself having your first time of intimacy with two zombies, a really hot dead greaser & a beautiful hippie, in their own kind of way.

Author's Note: This is a gift for @dearest-painter as I noticed these two from her blogs. We haven't been talking for awhile & I thought I that I should to give her something in appreciation of being one of the people that had ever talked to me on Tumblr.

Song:

You felt the back of your head being pushed against the mattress as your lips were being pressed really hard by a strong pair of dry lips.

Even though you can't see through the leather fabric of what was tied around your eyes, you can tell those lips belong to a man, which made a shiver go down your spine.

"What's wrong babe? A demon got your tongue?"

You felt your face flustered with both excitement & fear as if responding to the deep & smooth voice hovering over your face.

You could feel your heart thumping in a almost quick pace as you could feel the air brushing against your exposed tummy as it trails under & out your flare crop top reaching your bare breast.

You wished to pull your top down before the stranger's hand decides to go in as well, if it wasn't for the ropes that were holding your wrists to what you can tell were the bed poles from both sides above your head.

"Don't you mean, a "cat got your tongue", Lewis?" Said a woman's chill voice, that almost turn the shade of your flustered face from pink to a bright red as you had also find it attractive as well as other.

"I think she gets the idea..."

You nearly flinch as you felt a cold hand reaching under your top and groping your left breast. And this time it was a woman's hand.

You were now in a blushing mess as you were suddenly being grope by two unnatural beings you used to know in their past lives.

Back when they were alive, you used to date them. But it was in different timelines.

Your first relationship was with Mariska. She was your first girlfriend. She was always so sweet and chill with you.

So much so, she even got you hook up with some weed & stuff so easily. (Note: I don't support that kind of stuff.)

Then, there was Lewis Legend, your first boyfriend in your second relationship. He was the most hottest & good looking bad boy around town.

But even the baddest boys have a soft spot when it comes to love & romance. And when he first meets you, he knew that you were worth the takin.

He would take you on bike rides, have sweet talks, even have some hangouts in the catacombs you both used to go to.

Sadly, neither of those relationships ended well, as both of them had died, each in different horrific & brutal ways. After that, you kept yourself single ever since, & nevered got into another relationship.

It had been like that for awhile, until you met a different (man/woman) at some point.

You had some wonderful time with each other that was better than the last, even better than your ex-partners. But of course, what's good never last for long.

When zombie apocalypse happens, and the dead suddenly came back to life, you're old lovers came back as well.

"By the way, you don't mind explaining on just who those dirty creatures you were chiling with while we were dead sleep, do you?" Asked Mariska sounding chill, but with a darker edge to the toned.

So far, they had a run end with your current lovers and once they realized who they were dating, let's just say that they were no longer in the picture.

"Not something that we don't mind asking..." Lewis said, with the same tone as Mariska. "...But even if your weren't cheating behind our back while we were dead, I think you can do so much better them...someone like her... (pointing at Mariska then him)...like me...~♡"

[viking-goat-420]

Fandom; one piece

Paring: Zoro/reader

Warnings; unsafe sex, biting, choking, possoves zoro

A/N: I know this took absolutely forever! I'm really sorry it's been a rough month for me and haven't been able to do much writing. As always feedback is always welcome and my ask box is open as well.

You can see your breath as you walk beside Brook where you were freezing in this part of wano. Things had taken a turn for the worst like normal and you all were now being hunted down. You had heard Zoro was badly injured so you came with Brook to see how he was doing, you were not expecting what you found though.

"We were just sleeping!" You hear Zoro yell and peek your head inside to find Zoro laying on a mat with a beautiful woman laying beside him and you feel your heart crack. Zoro and you had been fooling around and as time went on you had thought he had felt the same you did, guess not. Biting your lip you feel eyes on you and see Zoro stare at you but you don't look him in the eye.

"I'm going back to the hut Brook" you say loudly enough for everyone to hear as tears feel your eyes. You had no right to be angry. He was not yours to clam and he could do whatever he wanted but It still hurt more than you had liked.

"Well okay, are you sure? We just got here" he says looking at you, you look at him then finally at Zoro once you pull yourself together, you would not let him see how much this hurt you.

"Yeah, I have seen all I need too and he is clearly more than fine" you say harshly, venom laced at the end making Brook look at you oddly and you heard a groan come from the hut you were standing at.

"Oi! (Y/N)! Wait!" You hear Zoro call but you ignore him and keep walking. You bite your lip harshly and hold back yours when you feel him grab your arm.

"Let go!" You snap, turning and yanking your arm free, you were pissed and hurt and wanted to be left alone. Zoro glares at you and your tone.

"What is the matter with you!?" He growls clearly not happy with your attitude but you didn't really care at that point. You ball your hands into fits wanting to punch him but you think better of it.

"Why don't you go back to her, I'm done being your plaything Zoro!" You snarl and turn away from heading back into your hut slamming the slide door behind you leaving you in a low lit room with the only light coming from the fire. You roughly rub your eyes from the tears and you felt like you wanted to scream.

"You wanna explain what you mean by that" you jump and swing around at his voice, the glim in his eye is dangerous and you almost feel like prey under his stare.

"You heard exactly what I said Zoro! I'm done with whatever the hell this is! I'm done being in love with a man who doesn't feel the same! Im-" your rant is cut off as your back hits the wall and you look up at Zoro who now towers over you and you feel your stomach drop, you knew he would never hurt you but that look excited you more than it should.

"You're not leaving me (y/n) and you're more than a play thing! Your mine" he said huskily and your mouth goes dry at his words. Zoro leans down and kisses you deeply pulling your face and body close to him and your arms are placed on his chest. You try to push him away but he is hard as stone making him growl and nip your lip and you moan.

"But your injury?" You moan as he sucks a mark into your neck. Zoro chuckles darkly before he bites leaving a mark behind that he soothes with his tongue making you cry out.

"Nothing is going to stop me from showing you that you're mine in every way" he says huskily, never breaking eye contact, your hands run up his chest to rest behind his neck where you run your nails through his hair there making him shiver.

"And you're mine?" You whisper his lips so close to yours. Zoro reaches for your hand and he places it on his chest.

"Every last part of me til I take my last breath" he says, you lean up and kiss him deeply and he growls lifting you up and you wrap your legs around him and moan at the friction. Zoro carries you over to the mat on the floor and lays you down hovering over you. Zoro undresses you leaving you bere under him.

"Zoro!" You moan your back arching as he kisses and bites down your neck. You reach up pushing his kimono open and your nails run down his chest making him growl. You lean up kissing and biting his neck leaving marks behind and he groans grinding into you.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks huskily his hot length running through your folds making you moan and you look up at him.

"You zoro I belong to you, and you belong to me" you moan and he smirks before he slowly enters you and you cling to him. You let out a moan at the stretch and burn as he bottoms out, no matter how many times you two have done this he always feels too big.

“Always so wet and tight for me” he groans as he lets you adjust. You lean up and kiss him deeply, nipping his bottom lip making him growl.

“Always for you, now fuck me zoro I need you” you moan clinging to him tightly. Zoro groans and starts to move his thrusts rocking your body making your nails claw down his back.

“Fuck your mine! All mine” he growls his hand wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you making you cry out his name.

“Oh fuck zoro! There!” You cry out as your toes curl. Zoro snarls at the sounds he was making you make and every time your nails clawed down his back he would see stars.

“Fuck! I wanna feel you cum on my cock” he growled as he pounded into you. You cling to him as the knot grows tighter, you are so close.

“Zoro please, I'm so close!” You moan your hips thrusts up taking him deeper and he groans.

“Come for me” he groans and you tighten around him as you cum hard.

“Zoro!” You cry out as you cum, Zoro hips slams into you once more before he stalls and you feel his hot cum shoot inside of you.

“God Dammit (y/n)” he pants as he leans his head down trying to catch his breath as you do the same. Zoro pulls back and grins down at you as he slowly pulls out loving the face you make every time he does. You look up at him and stroke his face softly and he leans down and kisses you deeply, stealing your breath once again.

“Never forget your mind, but I'm always here to remind you” he chuckled dark and you lean up your naked breasts rub his chest and you feel his cock twitch. You grin and flip him on his back so you were now straddling him, his hands resting on your hips as you lean down close to his ear.

“your mine Zoro don't you forget that, don't make me chain you up” you say hottiy in his ear before biting his neck.

“Promise?” He chuckles darkly and you sit up a bit.

“Don't start something we don't have time for” you smirk, climbing off him and looking for your clothes.

“Just you wait” he grins.

[mins-fins]

LABYRINTH (L.CH)

SUMMARY . . . it's really easy to just say "i'm fine" and go on with it, anton doesn't take it, though.

PAIRING . . . anton lee x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff, light light angst

WARNINGS . . . mentions of sleep deprivation

WORD COUNT . . . 0.7k

NOTES . . . *taps mic* hi anton lovers, hi again riize fandom, i love anton hes just so 😢 anyway i didn't willingly make this the demons stole my computer and typed it out for me 🙏 *crowd cheers and applauses and fire alarms go off and the place explodes*

. . . my beloved mother (aka the best and only elif i know) @jinkiseason asked to be tagged so here you go (you better read this 😡) (i made it in your wc range/j)

"y/n".

said boy startles, almost hitting his head on the counter. he groans, covering his face for a moment. once his eyesight registers, he looks up to see his roommate, whose eyes are focused on the textbooks set on the kitchen counter. "shit sorry, what time is it?" he asks, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"it's two am" y/n swears he almost gasps out loud when he hears. two? as in two in the morning? that can't be.. "i— i'm sorry did i disturb you? i didn't mean to fall asleep i just—"

"no no" anton cuts into his sentence. "your not disturbing me.. i— why are you sleeping on the kitchen counter?"

how long did i doze off for?

"i was.." y/n pauses as he catches anton's gaze, he recognizes that gaze. he's seen it from his parents, his older siblings, his ex lovers, his friends, and just.. strangers. anton already knows how he's going to respond. "studying".

anton closes his eyes, sighing, and y/n feels that recognizable shame curl in his gut. "y/n.. what time did you start studying?"

y/n goes silent once again, disappointedly looking down at the kitchen counter as he begins to drag his finger up and down it, trying to distract himself. he feels another curl of shame in his gut when he hears anton sigh, again.

"y/n—"

"i know i know, i'm sorry" he immediately says, feeling like he did something wrong, anton's tone of voice was really stressing him out, he hated that tone of voice, he hated the way it was so recognizable and how anxious it made him feel. "i didn't mean to upset you".

anton simply blinks, then shakes his head. "it's not your fault" he whispers, walking up to y/n and rubbing a hand up and down his back. "y/n i worry about you".

y/n musters up a smile, but he's so tired he can't even keep it up, frowning immediately. "i have so many exams this week.. this is my best bet—"

"no, you need to sleep".

y/n chuckles sleepily, his eyes barely able to stay open. "it's okay, i can rest after my exams are ove—"

"do you really think i'm gonna let you do that?"

y/n pauses, biting the inside of his cheek. he almost laughs once again, but he stays silent. anton looks at him for a moment; then closes his textbook. "come on".

"come on where?"

"your going to sleep" anton states, he doesn't ask or even wait for an answer, he just says it like he knows what he's doing. y/n looks at him like he just said something crazy, but anton doesn't budge.

"what?"

anton looks at him for a split second, sighing. "i don't want you to disagree with me, your going to sleep whether you like it or not".

y/n scoffs; "i'm not even tire—"

"its two in the morning, you studied all day, you are going to sleep".

anton grabs his arm, helping him stand up and dragging him away from the kitchen counter. y/n lightly yelps, but it's quiet. "anton, seriously, i don't need sleep, i'm fine i don't—"

"you need to stop trying to argue with me" anton mutters, turning on the sink and handing y/n his toothbrush. "i care about you, and your going to sleep, whether you like it or not".

y/n finally sighs, he stops trying to argue with anton, which makes the other smile. he grabs his toothbrush, hoping he's not that tired and can successfully do it.

"when was the last time you even got a full eight hours?"

y/n gives anton a look, not being able to respond because he's brushing his teeth, he lightly shoves his shoulder and anton laughs. that's pretty ironic considering anton barely gets sleep himself.

"your talking about eight hours?" y/n says, rinsing his mouth before looking back up. "you barely get sleep yourself".

"yeah but this is about you is it not?"

"i hate you".

anton deadpans for a moment, snickering. "no you don't" he easily responds, smiling. "now chop chop, you need to sleep".

"don't rush me".

"i will if i want to! come on, sleep!"

y/n sighs, yawning, but follows.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Daddy Knows Best, Part IV

Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part IV 

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader  

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout 

Word Count: 3.3K 

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy? 

Chapter Summary: Daddy and Babydoll deal with the police, and attempt to move on after the tragedy.

Warnings: pet names (Daddy, Babydoll, babygirl), age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), loss of a parent (mother), police interrogation, Dom/sub vibes, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, dead dove: do not eat 

A/N: This is different from my usual fics. This would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still choose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is an entirely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.  

Dividers by: @saradika 

Support/Reblog banner by me 

Cover Art by me 

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You wake in your bedroom, the early afternoon sun shining through the curtains. You roll over on your side and expect to see Daddy but he’s not in the room. Deciding to take a shower and start the day, you rise and undress.  

As you wash yourself, you are suddenly hit with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness and loss. For a few moments, you were free. And then you remembered. 

Mommy’s dead. 

You saw her lifeless body floating in the swimming pool. That vision will probably never leave your brain. The last memory of your mother is of seeing her face down. The crystal-clear water of the pool marred with the sight of her. 

Even though you had a rough relationship with her, you still mourn the loss of your mother. With your dad out of the picture, you only had one parent in your life. And now she has been taken away from you. 

The water in the shower had gone a bit cold so you rinse yourself off and grab your towel to dry yourself. You dress in a black crop top with a sleeveless black plaid A-line dress on top of it. Pulling on some black thigh-high stockings and a pair of black platform Mary Janes, you embody the look of the mournful daughter. 

You look over yourself in the mirror and try smiling at yourself. Instead, a few fat tears roll down your cheeks and you let them fall before giving up on trying to fake happiness. Wiping your face, you settle for going to find Daddy. 

Once you leave your bedroom, you walk downstairs and are surprised to see that Daddy isn’t alone. Both men stand when you reach the bottom of the stairs, but the woman stays seated with a small smile on her face. Daddy holds out an arm for you to come join them. 

“Come on over, don't be shy. This is Detective Marshall. He came to talk about what happened to your mother,” He nods at my words, “And this is Rachel, she’s a psychologist who works with Detective Marshall.” 

I watch as Babydoll walks over and stands next to me, she greets our guests and then sits leaving space between us on the couch. That’s my good girl, don’t give them the chance to question our relationship. I sit down and gesture for Marshall to continue. 

“I think I’d like to continue with you in private, if that’s alright Mr. Walker. Perhaps Rachel may speak with your stepdaughter?” Marshall suggests and I agree to his terms. 

“Why don’t you take Rachel up to your room so you two can have a little chat?” I insist, patting Babydoll’s knee softly. 

Once she nods, she and Rachel make their way upstairs and I hear the door to her bedroom shut. I look back to Marshall and he is scribbling in his little green notebook. His eyes are harder when our gazes meet. 

“Just a few more questions and I will be out of your hair, Mr. Walker.”  

“Please, call me August. Whatever I can do to help.” I lean forward with my elbows on my knees and my hands clasped together. 

“I appreciate that, August. Uh, so you say that your stepdaughter was the first to see your girlfriend’s body. Where were you at this time?” 

“I was bringing in my luggage from my car. I made it to the kitchen and noticed the open patio door. When I walked toward it, I heard her scream and caught her as she passed out. I saw her mother in the pool and realized that she wasn’t moving. After putting my stepdaughter in her bedroom, I called the police.” I kept my face neutral, but my eyes welled up a bit and I blinked away tears. 

“So, you and your stepdaughter weren’t home when your girlfriend was killed. You two had been on a trip?” 

“Yes. I had been on a trip for work, but my stepdaughter didn’t want to be here alone with her mother, so I brought her with me. Their relationship has been a bit strained since the divorce about a year ago. She misses her father and I, no matter how hard I try, am barely a substitute for him.” That’s it, play the role of a loving stepfather. 

"You mentioned you work for the CIA, Special Activities. Is it safe for you to take your stepdaughter along on business trips in your line of work?” 

“She was never in any danger. No one knew our location or that she was with me. The safe house we stayed in was discreet and out of the way. The only time she was left alone was this morning, and it was just for a couple of hours. I’m sure you understand I can’t divulge the details of my assignment. But you are more than welcome to check in with my superior, Erika Sloane.” I fish her card out of my wallet and hand it to Marshall. 

“Thank you, August. As soon as Rachel is ready, we’ll be out of your way.” 

No sooner do those words leave his mouth, than Rachel is coming down the stairs with Babydoll in tow. I notice the smiles on their faces and wonder what they got up to while they spoke. As they come back into the living room, Rachel stands next to Marshall and Babydoll stands near me. 

“I think that’s everything. We’ll be in touch, August. Thank you for your time.” Marshall reaches out to shake my hand and he smiles at Babydoll. 

For a split second, my face betrays me as I slightly scowl at him smiling at her. But in the same breath, I steady myself and look at Rachel before shaking her hand. 

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” Rachel tilts her head at Babydoll and touches her shoulder. 

I walk the detective and his partner out and once the door is closed, I turn and make my way back to the couch. My perfect little one sits with her leg under her, her big doe eyes settling on me. 

“So, sweet girl, what did you and Rachel talk about?” 

You took Rachel into your room and closed the door behind her. She looked around and smiled at the various photos and knickknacks you had scattered about the room. She sat on the edge of your bed and patted the space next to her. You sat down and she began to ask questions right away. 

“So, you and your stepdad seem close. What was your relationship like with your mother?” 

“My mom and I were never all that close. I was a lot closer with my Nanny, while she was here. Um, I guess I’m more of a Daddy’s girl. Mom was never satisfied with me, I don’t think. She always wanted me to be better. At sports, at school, at everything. She wasn’t my biggest fan. And then after the divorce, I felt even more distant from her. Dad was gone and I was left with her. Then August started dating Mom and it was weird in the beginning, but he ended up being a nice guy. And he listened to me, and he would stand up for me when Mom was on my case. I didn’t hate my mom. I just wished she liked me.” You looked away from Rachel to wipe a single tear that threatened to fall from your eye. 

“Seems like August was your knight in shining armor.”  

“Um, yeah. He cares about me. He cared about my mom too. He doesn’t treat me like a kid like Mom did. I don’t mean to make my mom seem all that bad. She was doing the best she could, I know that. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. I hope whoever did this to her rots in a jail cell forever. Sorry, I’m just angry and upset. My emotions have been a bit off the rails.” 

“It’s perfectly normal to feel sad or livid or even bitter about death. With your relationship with your mother, I am not surprised your emotions are unsure of what to do. Sometimes, we might even feel like a weight is lifted off our shoulders when a certain person in our life is gone. Nothing of what you’re feeling is wrong.” Rachel tilted her head at you and smiled.  

“Thanks.” You returned the smile and went back to fiddling with the hem of your dress. 

"Do you feel safe here with August? I only ask as a precaution. Having you in a place where you feel safe is most important.” She put a hand over yours and you froze. What did she mean by that? 

“I feel more than safe with him. He’s never given me a reason not to trust him.” You suddenly felt defensive over August and you tried to keep yourself calm. 

“Good. I’m glad you have him to help you through this trying time. But if you ever need to talk, or even if you just need someone to listen, you can call me.” She pulled a business card out of her pocket and handed it to you. 

“I don’t know if I’ll have anything to talk about but thank you.” 

“Maybe something that you can’t talk to August about. Something that maybe only another woman would understand?”  

“Oh. Ok. Um, I will let you know if anything comes up.” You stood and put the card on your desk and Rachel stood as well. 

“Good. Any time, day or night. I’ll be available at that number. Use it whenever you need me. I think that’s all I need. Why don’t we go and rejoin the others?” Rachel went to your bedroom door and let you walk out first. 

You’re not quite sure about how to feel about your interaction, but at least you felt like you defended August well and even made a new friend. She seemed nice enough anyway. 

After she tells me everything that she and Rachel talk about, I feel a bit more at ease. Less like the detective thinks I murdered her mother, but more like his partner thinks something is going on between me and Babydoll. 

Which there is, but she doesn’t need to know that. 

Even if she did know, it isn’t illegal. She’s 18, a consenting adult, and she’s well taken care of. Not that I need to explain myself to anyone. 

“Babydoll, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? Anything at all. Daddy is here to listen and to keep you safe.”  

“I know, Daddy. There is something...but, I don’t know.” She ducks her head and looks to the floor. 

I put a finger under her chin, lifting it so she can look at me. “Anything, Babydoll. You ask and I’ll make sure it gets done right away.” 

“Daddy, I...don’t want to live here anymore. All I can see around me is bad memories with Mom. Or old memories with...my father. And neither of them is in my life anymore. Does it make me a bad person that all I wanna do is move on? I feel weird even being in the living room, so close to where Mom died.” She plays with her fingers and looks down again. 

“Let me make a few calls, Babydoll. I’ll see if we can be out of the house by week’s end, alright?”  

“Thank you, Daddy. This means a lot.” She stands and wraps her arms around my neck in a tight embrace. I hug her back and lift her off the ground a bit and she giggles. The tuneful sound tickles my ears, and I am happy to be the cause of it. 

I kiss her cheek and send her up to her room to deflate. In the next few hours, I have a house lined up for us on the nicer side of town. Three bedrooms, three baths, finished basement, big backyard with an in-ground pool. A perfect place to start a new life. 

By the end of the week, we are finishing up moving all our stuff over to the new house. Other than a small crying fit that Babydoll has while she and I go through her parents’ belongings and decide what to keep and what to donate, the move was mostly hassle-free. 

One morning after a run to clear my head, I was surprised to have a visit from Detective Marshall, and this time he only wanted to talk to me. I let him in and ask Babydoll to give us some privacy. We talk for a short while about moving from the old house and how Babydoll is doing. I ask him to cut to the chase and he nods and tells me Babydoll’s father’s body has been found.  

He was discovered in a hotel room with substances in his system, along with a suicide note that included his confession to killing his ex-wife. At that bombshell, I’m visibly unnerved. Marshall reaches out a hand to my shoulder and apologizes for having to deliver this information.  

He makes a sort-of backhanded comment that my former partner must not have liked that I took his place in his family. I responded by saying it wasn’t appropriate to make assumptions about dead men. Besides, as his ex-wife told me many times, they were rocky well before I stepped in. Marshall also stated that since Babydoll’s father had confessed to the murder this case was now officially closed, and we could go ahead with a burial ceremony. 

I thanked him for relaying the news and escorted him to the front door. Before he left, he made sure I knew he would be keeping an eye on us. Seems the detective doesn’t trust me. I couldn’t care less, honestly. Let him try and pin this all on me. 

I mean, he could pin it all on me if he wanted to do so. It's not like he would be wrong in doing so.  

But I covered all my tracks and sealed them airtight. And with my record, they’d be ridiculous to come after me now that they have a confession and another dead body on their hands. 

I wait until the detective drives off in his large black Ford F-Series, leave my sneakers at the door, and then make my way up to find Babydoll. I find her sprawled across the bed in the Master bedroom, sketching something in her notebook. Technically, this is my bedroom and hers is down the hall, but she sleeps with me most nights. 

“What are you up to, Babydoll?” I ask, coming around the bed to sit next to her and peer into her notebook. 

She shuts it before I can get a good look inside, “It’s a surprise, Daddy. You can’t see it yet.” 

“Oh, I'm not allowed to see it yet, huh? Well, I guess Babydoll isn’t allowed to cum tonight then. How about that?”  

Fuck, I loved to tease her. She always made the cutest little pouty faces. 

“Daddy! No! Please may I cum tonight? I’ll do anything. Just, I was making you something special and I don’t wanna show you ‘til it’s finished. I don’t wanna ruin the surprise. Please?” There goes that little pouty lip of hers, it could make me agree to anything. 

“Ok, fine, Babydoll. But you’re gonna cum when Daddy says to.” 

“I can be a good girl for you, Daddy. I promise.” 

“There’s my good girl,” I lay back against the pillows after I shuck my muscle tank, joggers, and socks, “Show me that sweet little pussy while Daddy gets his dick ready for you.” I take out my length and start to stroke it while she pulls her panties down, laying on her back so she can show me how she plays with herself. 

Within minutes, her cunt is making those glorious squelching sounds I love so much while she fingers herself for me. I am beyond hard at this point and I am salivating just to get inside her.  

“Come up here and lay back Babydoll. Let Daddy have his turn now.”

She removes her fingers from her wet snatch and slides next to me. I take off my boxers and my cock springs up and bounces against my abdomen. Leaning over her, I position my dick at her entrance and slowly slide in thanks to the wetness she has accumulated. 

“Fuck, Babydoll, you are so tight. You feel so perfect around me.” I don’t stop until my balls are against her ass and our hips are flush together. I’ve molded this pussy to fit my shaft perfectly. Pulling out, I slam back in and am rewarded with her angelic little whimpers. 

I don’t necessarily need to last long; I just need to make sure I get her to her peak before I reach mine. I find a steady rhythm thrusting in and out of her tight heat that has her keening in my ear. Her arms are around my neck and her legs are wrapped around my waist. 

I can feel her core tightening around me, and I know she is close. Reaching a hand between us, I use my thumb to flick against her clit to push her over the edge. Her moans tell me everything I need to know. 

“Cum for me, Babydoll. Soak my fucking dick, sweet baby.” Not even a second later, I feel the tell-tale signs of her orgasm as her folds flutter around me and the dam breaks loose. She screams out and I can’t help myself. 

I fuck into her until I feel my balls draw up and then I slam into her heat one last time. I swear I was going to pull out and I almost did, but the warmth and the tight fit and my exhaustion from the run got the better of me. I came deep inside her as my cockhead sat against her cervix. I didn’t give a fuck about anything except the notion of her cunt holding me so perfectly as I blew my load. 

The only sounds in the room were of us catching our breath.  

Once I could move again, I lean up on my knees and pull back from where I collapsed on top of her. Holding her legs open, I let my length slip out. Soon, my massive load starts to rush out and I push all of it back inside her as she lazily smiles up at me. I smile at her then pull her into the bathroom with me to shower. 

She’s barely able to stand in the shower and I mostly hold her steady. We both get clean enough and I help her dry off then dry myself off and we make it back to the bedroom and lay back down in bed. I tell myself it is best to talk to her now about all this instead of waiting and possibly upsetting her. 

“Alright, Babydoll. Daddy just creampied you, I didn’t pull out this time. I came inside you. Now, in the morning, Daddy is gonna run and get you a plan B pill so that you don’t get pregnant. But I think it might be time that we get you on birth control so that Daddy doesn't have to worry about this kind of thing in the future.” I speak slowly and clearly so she knows that I have her best interest at heart. 

“Ok, Daddy. Can we take a nap now? I’m exhausted.” She is already rolling over on her side and throwing an arm across my chest. 

“Yeah, Babydoll, let’s take a nap.” I wrap my arm around her shoulder and kiss the top of her head. 

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking of her tummy round and swollen with my kid and her tits heavy with milk. But I know that’s just emotion talking. As much as I want to get her pregnant, right now it is far too soon after everything with her parents. 

Right? 

Part V (coming soon) 

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to get out, loves. Anywho, hope you enjoyed this. I still have more in me, I think. 

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