#I’m curious gang!!! lemme know!!!

[nombitenary]

Mmmm poll time! Been wondering this for awhile because drawing little grey dudes is the norm but I’m curious:

[bucknastysbabe]

Back to the Old House:Ch.3

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 5,091

Tags: Oral (f!receiving), V!sex, Aegon gets switchy then reverts to subby mode, Drug/alcohol use, Family Fist Fights, The gang gets High As Balls, Slice of lifey this chapter, Dorne said defund the Royals, Viserys is an idiot, Outdoors sex

A/N: This is fun to write I get way too invested in everyone. Tbh I stumped myself with the last scene so I cut it off I’m in finals season I don’t have the brain power yeet. Anyways enjoy mwah

Previous Chapter

Chapter 3: Barbarism Begins at Home

You and Aegon lounged about, him napping while you scrolled on your phone. You giggled at his face smushed against the pillow, sneaking a photo. Aliandra Martell had texted you about the trip and a curious conversation ensued. You told her about the fights, the confusing ass castle, and your step forward into a relationship with Aegon.

The ‘Princess’ of Dorne replied, “As long as he knows whose in charge lmfao tell Uncle Daddy Daemon I said hello ;).”

You snorted in amusement, Aegon mumbling something beside you. You turned to look at him stretch and scrunch his nose. Eyes still closed he groaned, “My ass hurts.” You grinned helplessly and retorted, “I wonder why your grace?” He tugged at your hair playfully and pulled you into his embrace. Aegon nipped at your earlobe and rasped, “Maybe because I have a crazy Dornishwoman who likes to ride.”

“Maybe so.”

A loud ringtone went off, some sort of yelling noise. Aegon reached around for his phone, checking it over your shoulder. You watched him unlock the phone to a text from Daeron. Your mouth split into a grin again.

“Rookery in 15 ladies and gents,” read the message.

Aegon laughed, “Ah finally.”

The phone buzzed again, this time from Jace. He wrote, “FOR THE LOVE OF THE FATHER NO ONE LET AEMOND KNOW!!!!” The pair of you giggled at the eldest Velaryon. The times you’d seen Aemond at a King’s Landing party was dreadful. He was straight edge and usually glared at everyone from a shadowy corner. R’hllor bless him.

You wiggled out of Aegon’s arms and exited the bed. He whistled at your naked body, joking about round two. You rifled through a drawer to find some warm clothes. Looking over a shoulder you chided, “Get up!” The Prince groaned and rolled out slowly, taking his sweet ass time.

You were already dressed in a sweatshirt and leggings while he was pulling on underwear, wincing at the movement. Aegon grumbled, “I’m going to have to bring a damn pillow out there.” He eased into his own sweats and an old KLU pullover.

“C’mon Aegon they’re gonna be done by the time you’re ready.”

“Lemme put on my shoes! Damn!,” he groused.

You were out the door, Aegon stumbling along behind. You spread your arms and laughed, “Lead the way your grace.” The blonde shook his head and stalked forward, instinctively grabbing onto your hand. He spoke, “The rookery is about to fall into the sea but no one ever goes out there. I used to hide up there when I was younger.”

“Hide from what?”

“My family, of course,” he sneered.

Rolling your eyes Aegon led you down weaving stone. You ended up at ancient stone stairs, Aegon’s hand at the small of your back. You quipped, “I can easily see you busting your ass down these things.”

“Oh I most definitely did,” he cackled.

At the top of the stairs was an arch with a gnarled door. Aegon rapped on it in a strange pattern. Daeron’s smiling face appeared on the other side, beckoning you two in. Jace and Baela sat by a metal fire pit. The wind swept through the old rookery, sending a chill down your spine.

Jace exclaimed, “There’s my favorite screamers!” He nursed a small bottle of cinnamon whiskey.

You and Aegon shared a dubious look. He questioned, “Screamers?” Baela snickered, elbowing her cousin. Daeron piped in, “What? Do tell!”

Jace held back laughter before breaking, “Baela and I heard you two going at it down the hall. Quite the spectacle, really!”

Aegon’s face flushed a deep red and he sputtered out a weak defense. You patted him on the cheek and cooed, “Awe poor baby.” He glared at you and shuffled over to sit down. All eyes were on the Prince as he grunted and ungracefully perched on the floor. Daeron’s eyes lit up and he shouted, “AEGON I KNEW YOU WERE FREAKY BUT DAM-“

You slapped a hand over his mouth and hissed, “Hush!” He mumbled an apology, laughing under his breath. Aegon crossed his arms, looking like a wet cat. Baela spoke, “Ass annihilation aside, let’s get it going Daeron the druggie.”

The youngest Targaryen held up his hands and sat down. He whipped out a rolling board and pulled the blunt wrappers out. He handed the board to Aegon and ordered, “I break you roll,” he turned to the rest of the group, “My dear brother here taught me the art of blunt rolling.” Jace bowed with his hands in prayer.

Baela joined in and chanted, “Oh bless you holy blunt master Aegon, second of his name.”

Aegon cursed at the two, now focused on the task at hand. You looked around at the stone room, awing at the height, envisioning it filled with ravens from days of old. Jace turned on some music, that weird slowed trap stuff out of Gulltown.

You stared at the fire while everyone sat in companionable silence. You sent a quick thanks to R’hllor for turning things around. Daeron interrupted the silence with a brazen question.

“So, Lady Uller, is it true you’re a fire worshipper?”

Aegon growled through his teeth at his brother. You scoffed, “Yes Daeron I get naked and dance in fire. You idiot— I follow the religion of the Lord of Light. The fires are how we commune with him. The fire is life and protection. Targaryens of all people should know that.” Daeron shrugged and hummed in understanding. Aegon shot daggers at his brother and focused back on the blunt.

Baela asked, “He fends off the Great Other right?”

You nodded but whispered, “It’s not custom to speak of the other. The night is dark and full of terrors when it comes to that one.”

Jacaerys shuddered, brown eyes wide. He managed, “I don’t know what freaks me out more— that or the Old Gods Cregan follows.” You mused, “I always thought the statues of the Stranger and Crone were creepy. Or the Iron Islands and the Drowned God stuff.”

Baela asked, “Have you heard about the Black Goat in Qohor? They still have the old altar in a museum.”

“Quit it with the weird shit I don’t want to trip out,” Aegon interrupted. He handed you the weed and a lighter, offering with a smarmy ‘m’lady’. You smirked and lit up the blunt, taking a deep inhale. You counted down on your fingers, Daeron chanting to hold it. With a shaky exhale you passed it on to Baela. Then the coughing hit.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself. You were not a dope extraordinaire. A dab pen was more palatable. You doubled over hacking, Aegon rubbing your back with a soft smile. You wheezed, “Holy fuck that’s good shit.” The buzz was already taking affect— your eyes feeling dry and heavy, a giddy feeling taking over.

You leaned back onto Aegon, laying your head in his lap. You always got in your thoughts when smoking. You stared up at the ceiling and the old chains holding the bars where ravens would have perched. Jace coughing and slapping the stone floor made you giggle. Your boyfriend idly played with your hair.

Daeron’s dumbass challenged Aegon to go hit for hit when he got the weed. The elder brother snorted, “When you’re throwing up don’t blame me.” You watched Aegon’s lips as exhaled; mesmerized by the smoke.

“Like a dragon,” you giggled.

Jace added, “A debaucherous one at that.”

Aegon handed you the blunt. He teased, “Think you can handle another?” You hit it again, not as hard as the first time. Off to Baela the Pentoshi kush went. Daeron was rolling up another for the contest. Aegon’s purple eyes grew glassy and he lazily grinned down. You grabbed his palm and kissed it gently.

Jace cackled suddenly, making everyone stare in amusement. He elaborated, “I just had the best mental image.”

Baela raised a brow, ever the calm one. She prodded Jace, “Go on then.” The brown haired Velaryon giggled, “I have a nightmare blunt rotation,” he paused to gather himself, “Otto, Alicent, Aemond, Luke, and oh fuck it- Larys Strong.” Aegon guffawed in that manic way of his, shoving Daeron excitedly.

You added, “Aemond would think the cops were coming!”

Baela commented, “I think Otto needs it. Luke will freak the fuck out again and start crying.”

Jace was about pissing his pants, caught up in his idea. Aegon looked down and asked, “Have you heard of Lord Larys?” You shook your head. Daeron butted in, “He’s a creep- you’re not missing much.” Aegon nodded along and said, “One time we saw feet pics on his phone. I almost screamed.” Jace squawked with laughter. He usually was so stoic, it was amusing to see him let loose.

Daeron held up the second blunt, the other one down to a roach. He puffed, “Pearl!” Aegon snarked, “I could’ve done that in half the time.” The younger brother glared and lit up petulantly. Baela shoved Jace away from her side in the meantime. She hit her vape and leaned toward the fire.

You watched as the smoke off began. It ended with Daeron coughing and admitting defeat. Aegon giggled in glee, pointing at him. He yelled, “Fucking pussy! I win!” You took a small puff and flicked the end of the blunt into the fire while Aegon berated the half-dead Daeron. Jace joined in, throwing nonsensical insults.

Baela shook her head and muttered, “I’ll have to stay up here with dumbass for awhile.”

Aegon stretched and stated, “Have fun with him and Dare. I think we’ll head back to the room.” Daeron stared with heavy eyes, slowly rolling out a middle finger. You bit back a laugh at the way-too-high Targaryen. Aegon helped you up, gasping, “Oh shit.”

“What is it?”

“I’m fried.”

He laughed loudly and skipped down the stairs, you chuckling at the odd sight. Aegon turned round to face you, walking backwards. He sang, “The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring!” You rolled your eyes, heart fluttering at his eager face. You felt very light and unburdened.

Aegon slung an arm over your shoulders and continued, “But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a terrible thing.”

Unable to help yourself you joined in, swaying along with the prince.

“The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed, in a voice that was sweet as a peach.”

Aegon serenaded back in a stupid voice, “Buuuuut the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own, and a bite sharp and cold as a leech!”

You teased, “I don’t think any Dornishman will stab you. Maybe papa.”

Rounding a bend Aegon hummed the next part, stumbling over the words. He breathed, “Wait wait I know the last part, hold up.” Taking a deep breath he belted out the last part of the old ballad. You blushed in half-embarrassment.

“Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,
the Dornishman's taken my life, but what does it matter, for all men must die, and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!"

Aegon bowed and winked at you. You clapped for the idiot, shaking your head. He laughed, “Gods I’m good.” A voice echoed from ahead, “You sound like a horny cat.” The pair of you jumped in surprise as Daemon passed by. Aegon giggled, “Crazy ass.”

Once inside your chambers you immediately climbed onto the bed, sighing out, “R’hllor’s fires this is comfy.” Aegon flopped next to you, pulling out his phone. You peered over and asked, “What’cha doing?” He texted something and murmured, “Food.”

You perked up at that, leaning over to look. Aegon waved a hand, “I just text someone on the kitchen staff to bring us shit, I’m hungry as hell now.”

Damn. Your father made you get your own food even with a staff. You told Aegon so. He replied with a smirk, “That would explain things.”

You demanded, “Explains what?”

“That you know how to do basic shit. I didn’t know how to do it until I met you.”

He somberly stared, looking ashamed of the show of his upbringing. You shrugged, “You couldn’t help that, don’t beat yourself up over it.” You laid on his chest, tapping his nose with a finger.

“If it makes you feel any better, my father made me learn each bastard Valyrian dialect. Also the trade talk, and Dothraki. I would get whipped with the belt if I didn’t study enough,” you admitted quietly.

“Gods that sounds dreadful.” Aegon peered in horror at you.

“I guess it’s what made me work hard, having a crippling fear of failure. Papa was much more harsh on me being his eldest. I know you get that.”

Aegon wrapped warm arms around you and said, “Tell me about Hellholt, your family.”

Eating and chatting and maybe another round of sex ended another strange day at Dragonstone.

The next day you’d received a note from Rhaenyra asking to meet that evening. At breakfast you went to her immediately. She gazed expectantly and you gushed, “I would love to tonight!” Rhaenyra replied, “Perfect, we’ll be in the Sea Dragon tower in my rooms.” With a bow you came to the table.

The family filtered in, Jace looking particularly tired. Aegon nudged you, sharing a knowing smile. Helaena sat next to you. She asked, “How was your evening?”

“Good, good, I was serenaded by your brother.”

She giggled and replied, “Aegon was never very inclined into the musical arts,” she paused in thought, “Or much of anything actually.” She sheepishly apologized after blurting, you patting the princess’ palm in sympathy. Viserys was rolled in by Alicent, completing the table. Staff scuttled about putting food and drink down.

The queen announced, “Let us pray this morning, the doctor is visiting our Viserys today. Then Otto has an announcement.” Aegon groaned in pain, your eyes jerking over to see what was wrong. He whispered, “The fucking hunt.” You tried to speak but your hands were seized by both siblings as Alicent prayed.

When she finished Otto cleared his throat. Aemond leaned in, excitement dancing in his one eye. Looking over you noticed Luke was just as invested, sending a glare to his Uncle. Alicent’s father stated, “I have taken the liberty to hide the dragon egg on the island this morning. After breakfast the hunt begins. Whoever brings it back first will be rewarded.” After some annoyed looks Otto huffed, “I expect everyone to be involved.” He and the queen shot a pointed look at Aegon.

You mouthed to your boyfriend, “What the fuck?”

Not one family member was inclined to let you know what was happening either. You pinched Aegon’s thigh, the blonde choking around a bite of food. He angrily whispered, “It’s a bullshit game where the two sides get stupid competitive, mainly Luke and Aemond. I usually go hide.”

Finally educated on the matter you ate contentedly.

Exiting the stilted breakfast with Aegon you mused, “So where are we hiding?” You two were the last of the younger crowd to leave. Aemond and Luke zoomed out first while Daeron paired off with Baela, Rhaena and Joff led the kids, Jace slinking behind them.

Aegon murmured, “I have a spot, c’mon.”

This time the prince guided you through more weaving hallways to end up on stony stairs descending to the beach. Wind whipped around, blowing your hair roughly. The dragonmont loomed in the distance, reaching darkened fingers to the water. Cave openings littered the rocky outcrops.

Aegon inhaled the salty air, his thumb thumbing across your hand. He said, “Those caves used to be different lairs for dragons.” You finished his sentence, “Now a different dragon hides in them.” Aegon scoffed rudely but held back his smile. He briskly walked along the sands, tugging you along.

Footprints littered the ground from the other Targaryens running around for the egg. Aegon ducked into a crevice, you squinting behind him. Inside it opened up into a bigger chamber, some old markings on the walls illuminated by the dim entrance. You stared up in awe, stopping in your tracks.

Aegon proudly stated, “This was one of my other hiding spots. Figured we could lay low until the damn hunt is over. Or if Aemond exacts revenge on Luke.”

The blonde turned to face you and placed a ringed hand on your cheek. You murmured, “Lay low huh?” You tilted your head up to kiss him gently. Gentle pecks easily turned to heated kisses with you two. Aegon sucked on your tongue with a low groan, his palms squeezing at your waist.

In a tangle of limbs you laid on the sandy stone, Aegon on top and between your thighs. He hotly laid kisses on your sensitive neck, making his way downwards, roaming hands sneaking under your sweater. You whined his name when Aegon pinched at your nipple.

Breathlessly you joked, “I haven’t fucked outdoors in forever.”

Aegon paused his nuzzling at your thigh. Violet eyes glared at you. He pouted, “We’ve never fucked outdoors.” You rolled your eyes and pet at his hair soothingly with a sigh, “Because it was back in Sunspear dummy.”

“Well I’m going to make you forget about that,” he hissed under his breath, “Probably one of those sandy assholes with a gold chain.”

Your haughty laugh peeled off into a cry when Aegon’s tongue laved over your clothed pussy. He had raked up your skirt and pulled down your underwear, ducking as you kicked them off into the gloom of the cave. Aegon sealed his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You threw your head back, body contorting into an arch.

“F-fuck, remember when yOU- didn’t know how to eat a girl out,” you rambled.

Aegon’s brows furrowed and his fingers swirled around the rapidly collecting slick at your entrance. He easily slid two in with a contented hum. You yanked at his hair when the sucking turned into pointed licks across your sensitive bud. Crying his name you dug a heel into his back.

Aegon crooked his fingers up, rubbing you at a fast pace. You cried, “Good boy- f-fires!” He found a good rhythm, even cheekily slurping at your soaked cunt. You trembled around his fingers as he abused your sweet spot. Sweat beaded along your skin— even in the chill of the cave.

You bit at your lip from making more noise, pride stepping in. Aegon didn’t like that, slipping in a third finger to rake across your insides. Molten heat curled in your belly and you made a rather pathetic noise. Your orgasm was imminent with your whole body on fire like this.

You cursed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck Aegon, fuck you!”

A little nip and your eyes were rolling back up in your head. Aegon’s fingers still curled into your pulsing cunt. You rode his face through the precipice with both hands grabbing his hair for dear life. He groaned deep in his throat, lapping gently as his fingers eased out. You felt suddenly empty, gasping at the feeling.

Looking down frantically you demanded, “If you don’t get your cock in me right now I’m-“

Aegon shushed you with a pinch, very uncharacteristic of his usual submissive nature. You may not admit it— but you didn’t mind this more dominant side of Aegon. He quickly yanked open his pants, shimmying down the underwear next. “C’mon, c’mon,” you urged.

Aegon grabbed your waist and jerked your hips into his lap, spearing you on his cock. The cave echoed with both of your cries. The blonde’s face scrunched, him gritting out, “Fuck you’re wet.” He did not take you in missionary much, preferring to be on the bottom, content with you riding him. Sometimes he’d get overwhelmed when on top, usually flopping over and begging you to do the work.

This time he seemed determined. A fiery look swam in his purple eyes. He pushed deeper with a bitten off whine, eventually managing a couple of thrusts to gain some footing. You ran your hands over his and begged, “Aegon you got it, y’feel so good.”

He thrusted into your warm cunt in a eager manner, pale hair falling in his face. You spread your legs wider for him, earning palms on the bared flesh to keep you opened up. Aegon picked up the pace into rough slaps that stung perfectly. He moaned, “Gods baby, just like that, so tight!” You nodded along, canting your hips up onto his cock.

He leaned forward to take your lips, whimpering helplessly. Instinctively your arms wrapped around his neck, licking into his eager mouth. Aegon panted into the kiss and trembled through his movements. He shakily cried, “Need you to cum around me s’bad please please!”

Tears sprang into his violet eyes, giving you that extra boost. Nothing was more hot than Aegon with teary eyes and bite-swollen lips. You drifted a hand down to your swollen clit and ran frantic fingers over the bud. You whispered, “Yeah sweetheart- gonna cum around your cock- my perfect prince.” You licked at the shell of his ear, feeling that familiar heat sweep over your body.

You came again, tightening around Aegon impossibly. The poor thing sobbed and shuddered, chanting your name in broken gasps. You felt his hot seed fill your pussy while moaning softly. You kissed him again, nipping at his trembling bottom lip. Aegon was flush to you now, dropping like a dead weight after cumming.

“AH BOYS TURN AROUND NO NOPE THE EGG IS THAT WAY! LOOK!,” Jacaerys’ surprised scream came from the entrance. The pair of you stared at the retreating figure. Laughter bubbled from your chest, turning your gaze back on Aegon. He grinned and boasted, “Dear neph was overdue for a lesson on fucking anyways.”

When you both decided to return it had been a couple of hours, exploring caves after catching your breath. Aemond had won the egg, smugly championing it around while Luke glared. Rhaenyra and Daemon gave you a knowing look, smirks upon their lips. Jace stuttered and avoided eye contact when Aegon elbowed him and whispered, “Like the show nephew?”

You blushed too, hoping you didn’t look too debauched in front of everyone at lunch. Tension swirled in the air, mainly from Luke and Aemond. You nervously kept catching Alicent’s eye, who was intensely gazing between your hand intertwined with Aegon’s and his hair— which was really fucked up. Of course she’d know you two were intimate, but not during a family tradition.

Viserys’ interrupted your running mind, clanging a fork against his glass. He rasped, “Good job to my son, and a valiant effort from Luke.” Aemond’s eyes rolling could probably be heard from Essos at that. The king continued, “I am so happy we could all join together for another year. The doctor says the cancer has not let up, so I want to cherish every moment. Could everyone make a sick man happy and share something positive?”

Alicent’s eyes slightly widened, the same expression befalling Rhaenyra’s face. Daemon laughed and spoke, “I’ll start. I am grateful for my dear brother hanging onto life like a leech.” Silence enveloped the room, everyone unsure of how to respond. Until Viserys guffawed and slapped the table, thanking Daemon heartily. A collective sigh of relief came from the Queen, Otto, and Rhaenyra.

The younger boys shared something about having eachother, Viserys the younger babbled about ‘mama’. Rhaena and Baela kept it classy along with Daeron— who was in full ‘dutiful son’ form. Helaena made a sweeping dreamy statement followed by some ominous words.

The last few who haven’t spoke were you, Aegon, the feuding Aemond and Luke. Nervously you raised your glass and announced, “I am very grateful for you all for extending hospitality. Especially Aegon.” Daeron pretended to gag, Aegon elbowing the teen roughly. Viserys seemed happy though.

Aegon surmised, “Well I’d assume that means I’m next. My lady is very supportive, kind, and caring. I’m glad she’s in my life,” he grinned, “Also she’s quite hot, sexy accent and all.” The queen chided, “Aegon please!” You hid laughter behind a sip of wine, kneeing him under the table. His hand rested on your knee, giving a playful squeeze.

Luke piped up, “I am grateful for my brothers, they aren’t power hungry nor conniving.” He pointedly stared down Aemond, who simply laughed. The other second son replied, “I’m grateful for mine as well— true as they are.”

Another fist fight erupted at that. You stood to the side to watch the madness, shaking your head next to a worried Helaena.

The rest of the day was spent babying a pouty Aegon, whining about his family. You asked him why he joined in the fight. Aegon blinked at you owlishly and stated, “Because he’s my brother, of course.” You thought about giving the blonde another bloody nose. Instead you laid in bed and watched movies with the Targaryen.

In the evening you had to detach the clingy dragon from your side and get ready to sup with the crown princess. Aegon smoked a cigarette while you put on makeup, already asking when you’d get back. Putting on mascara you replied, “Why don’t you go bond with Daeron or something? You’ll be fine.”

Aegon seemed to consider it, pulling out his phone to text something.

You slipped on your heels and asked, “Do I look regal enough?”

“You could wear a trash bag and I’d think you’re hot.”

You huffed, “Thanks babe- no- be fucking honest!”

“Yes you look fine, damn,” he muttered in that kicked puppy voice.

You kissed Aegon’s cheek and met Criston Cole outside in the hall. He had your number now for escorting purposes. Since you were pretty sure this castle changed shape at night just to confuse Dornish. In your mind Criston managed to have a secret map so he could navigate the place.

The guard laughed when you explained your conspiracy theory. Criston joked, “I sold my soul to the Targaryens so I could walk around Dragonstone, actually.” He spoke again later across the castle, “Don’t take her shit. Be very genuine and direct with the princess.” You were confused at the malice in Cole’s voice but thanked him regardless.

He stopped in front of the arch to the Sea Dragon tower, gesturing for you to go ahead. The guard called after you, “Just text me when you’re done up there.” Nervously you made your way up the winding stairs. You knocked on the door, Daemon opening it up after a beat. He hummed, “Ah- there’s our little spitfire. Nyra’s waiting on the balcony.”

Thanking the rogue prince you stepped through the suite. Viserys and Aegon the younger were passed out on the giant bed. Your mind immediately questioned why there was two Aegons but shook the thought away. Underneath a stone arch was the princess on a small outcrop. You gave a small bow and sat down.

Rhaenyra commented, “Looked like you and my brother enjoyed the hunt.”

You nervously giggled replying, “He showed me a neat cave.” The princess laughed and pushed over one of the bottles of wine. She tucked her legs up to the side, an abnormally casual look for the stone-faced royal. You poured the bottle into a glass, observing the scene.

You spoke, “Aegon is an idiot but for some reason I’m attracted to him.”

Rhaenyra shrugged, “You seem to be good for him. You’ve known him for two years now?”

You blanked. How did she know that? The princess answered with a smile, “Everyone knows something in King’s Landing. Also he got drunk at the Maiden’s Day feast and talked about ‘his sexy dornish girl’.”

You rolled your eyes and said, “Aegon is horrid at keeping anything in when he drinks. But yes I met him as a freshman. Then made him cry.”

“Good woman.”

Rhaenyra sipped her wine and deadpanned, “Let’s talk about Dorne now. I know your father campaigns defunding the royal family. What’s your take?”

You nodded and mulled over a response, taking a gulp of courage. You replied, “The Targaryen family is funded by the entire realm’s taxes, yes? You are sitting on a mountain of wealth for figurehead parades and world tours. The Martell’s have been on their own now for decades and stay afloat,” you paused for effect, “For the most part Westeros adores your family, save the North and South, but you don’t need that much support.”

Rhaenyra’s mouth slightly pinched. She shot back, “Fair point. Although the symbol of our family represents much to the identity of Westeros. I’d say my family does more ambassador work with Essosi countries than our own government,” she leveled you with a sharp look, “The upkeep of the castle is not cheap either whether we are in there or not.”

Oh. She was sharp. But you had a couple tricks up your sleeve. The night went on with banter, not necessarily mean spirited. At the end of the day, Dorne was always going to be the willful daughter of the former Seven Kingdoms.

You had gotten drunker than you expected, stumbling a bit when you got up to use the bathroom. Rhaenyra laughed, “Don’t have the fortitude of Aegon, huh?” You huffed, “Nothing phases him. Unless it’s Summer Isles rum.”

In the bathroom you finally checked your phone. A couple of texts from Aliandra, your cousin Taron, and a bombardment of calls, snaps, and texts from Aegon. He had to be drunk. The prince usually gets very needy when he’s shitfaced. Another call lit up your phone, a dreadful photo of Aegon popping up on your phone.

You slid your thumb across the screen and held the device up to your ear. And then holding the phone away from your ear because drunken shouting. Aegon slurred, “Babyyyyyy when d’ya get back? Daeron’s past out and m’bored!” You shook your head in amusement. Daeron yelled in the back, “I am not passed out!”

“I’m heading back in a couple minutes, I’ll let you know when I’m back in the room.”

You could physically hear the pout through the phone. He had not an ounce of patience. Aegon whined, “C’mon and hurry up, pleaseee?” Criston should be on his way soon to guide you back. In this state you’d never be found again in the castle without help. You replied, “Yes, yes, whiny baby I will be there soon.”

“Good. I looooove youuu.”

“Love you too idiot.”

[elijahcml]

lemme go ahead and apologize for the amount of bullet train gifs im going to use

take a peak below

— basic

name: elijah carmichael. age / d.o.b.: 33 years. june 13, 1990. gender, pronouns & sexuality: cisgender man. he/him. bisexual. hometown: born in london, uk. living in nyc since age 14. afiliation: syndicate gang member. job position: con artist. education: high school graduate. relationship status: single. a lover of mingling. children: zero that he knows of. positive traits: curious. perceptive. chivalrous. quick-witted. spontaneous. negative traits: hedonistic. opportunistic. impulsive. jealous. selfish.

— bio  told in the form of a letter bc i was bored

october 17, 2010

elena,

sometimes i wish reality was akin to fiction; maybe then these fuckers wouldn’t have made me clean up the pencil marks on my cell wall. so i wanted to live out my fantasy of tallying the days i’ve been here like they do in the movies? big fucking deal. two years, four months, and ten days. eleven days? twelve? no idea. if only i had a way of keeping track of this…

which reminds me - is mum still going to her appointments? you know i adore her, but that specialist in manhattan cost a fuckton. i don’t spend my days staring at chipped paint and sidestepping escobar wannabes for her to stay home and drown in unwarranted guilt. she’s not the reason i’m here, she just can’t fucking see it. it was never about the money or lack of it - it’s the thrill. better than any high. more addicting than any drug. nothing compares to lies, elena. you can’t stop at one, you snowball. i’m elijah, but i’m not. i’m from london, until i’m not. i can be anyone i want to be, all i have to do is say it. want it. believe it. fucking hell, it’s a madness, i know. 

i guess i’ll save you both the pain of being without the family’s pride and joy (me, you know, the one wearing an orange suit and writing this very letter from inside a glorified cage) for much longer and tell you…i’m getting out of here, baby sister. and before you panic yourself into another attack, no, i’m not recreating my own version of prison break. 

i met someone who needed a favor, and i cashed one in return. 

keep missing me, or don’t. 

but we both know you do.

yours truly,

eli

— wanted connections/plots

will update when my brain decides to work. give me drama, give me love, give me heartbreak, give me enemies, i want it all.

and i am always, always, always, looking for connections. so, if you think he fits for your chara, let me know!

[jamesshawgames]

New Relics 3 Update!

OK gang, new update just went live! It incorporates the following changes:

Many typos and small issues fixed in the earlier chapters.

The last “After the War” section has been added to the end of the Pax Britannica epilogue.

The bug with sealing the María relationship in Interlude 3 has now been fixed.

Specializations have been rebalanced (this pretty much just involved adding a few more Historian and Traveler options - I think the other two were already pretty well-represented).

Grandpas! Now every grandpa gets a moment.

Please lemme know if there are any more issues. I’m also curious to know whether the recent fixes from last week have made the Endgame more viable for “altruistic”-type players, which was one of the concerns expressed above.

[slytherinwolf-16]

mmm maybe! I like the ideas of course :D I might be able to put them into considerations :3 thanks for those!

if you have any other peaky blinder references I could still in LJS lemme know also! I know your a fan of the show :3

also tell me more about your stuff, I’m curious >:3

Anytime! Glad I could give you an idea or two. Brainstorming is always fun with friends!

Also, for the references, and I don't know if you've already done/considered this, but the "NO FIGHTING!" Scene from Peaky Blinders would be amazing to see! Like, somehow they end up with Lupin's grandfather and the gang are just at each others throats and Arsene is just fed up with their arguing and fighting and just goes:

Points at Jigen "No fighting."

Lightly slaps Goemon, "No fucking fighting!"

Points at Fujiko, then talks to all three of them,

"NO. FUCKING. FIGHTING!!"

One of Arsene's servants walks by, brushing against his shoulder or something and he's just so fed up he throws them to the ground or something.

Jigen, whose been snacking on whatever was near him, throws a piece of food at the servant with a chuckle.

That would be hilarious to see fleshed out, lol! :3

Onto my stuff lol:

Gravity Falls and Steam Powered Giraffe

Gravity falls is in Oregon, which is somewhere in America, and Steam Powered Giraffe mostly tours America for their shows.

Mabel seems like the type to be into some weird bands and stuff and she gets tickets to their concert somehow. Dipper would immediately agree to go along because he likes the music as well and wants to see the Automatons perform in a closer manner.

They need an adult cause they can't go alone, so they ask Stan, who agrees but isn't too happy about it. Claims the 'new age' bands aren't as entertaining and real as the musicians of the past. Stan suggests asking Ford to join as well because he likes nerdy robots and Dipper goes to ask him.

Once they are at this concert, while everyone else is singing along and having fun, Ford is just documenting the Automatons and their life-like actions in one of his journals.

Eventually, the automatons are just in town for a bit and stumble upon the Mystery shack, where they then get proper introductions to the Pines family. Naturally, Mabel is fangirling, Stan is trying to get them to buy a bunch of stuff from the gift shop and Ford and Dipper are just grilling the band about how they exist and why they are sentient and a bunch more things.

Cue them hanging out with the Pines family for the rest of their stay in Gravity Falls.

Peaky Blinders and Steam Powered Giraffe

After WW1, instead of the military shipping the automatons back to California, where they are supposed to be, they get shipped to Birmingham in Britain.

They met the Peaky boys during the war, so Tommy is relatively chill with them and invites them back to Small Heath to stay with them until they get this misunderstanding fixed up.

Later, after hundreds of letters, they realise their creator, Peter Walter the first, their Pappy, doesn't want them back and isn't even reading or getting their letters. Rabbit ends up as an impromptu babysitter for all the Shelby children (Finn and John's kids), while The Jon hangs around the horses in Charlie's yard and helps out with taking care of them and The Spine ends up becoming part of the Peaky Blinders gang and helping them with 'work'.

Spine is kind of dark in this au/crossover, while there's the thing of Rabbit being trans and she's pre-transition so everyone is still referring to her by 'he', while Jon is just having fun, like he usually does.

More of this au on @steam-powered-blinders (a blog I also run)

Gravity Falls and Marble Hornets

The Marble Hornets crew is in a chase with the Operator, it's teleporting them all over the place. They end up getting teleported to Gravity Falls somewhere in the woods.

Tim is so concerned because he keeps seeing creatures that he hasn't ever encountered in the woods, thinking he's hallucinating. Brian is worried because Tim is getting more and more worked up. Jay and Alex are just running for their lives through the trees and underbrush.

They end up coming across the cabin the Pines live in and crash in through the backdoor. They are panicky and out of breath and Brian and Jay are trying to keep Tim from having a seizure right there in the hallway.

Naturally, the Pines come to investigate because someone just stormed into their house. It's all angst and chaos from there because Ford wants to go investigate this 'Operator' they keep talking about, but the Marble Hornets crew completely refuse to even so much as step out of the house because it's 'safe' and 'guarded against anomalies'.

[tulsa-trash]

Goody Two Shoes

Dallas x Good!Girl Headcanons

WARNING(S): Swearing, NSFW Content

y'all loved that dally sm*t from yesterday so I had to give you thirsty b*tches some more content ;)

-Dal met you through Ponyboy. Pony had brought you over to the Curtis house when you two were put together for a school project.

-Half way through the project, Dal showed up along with some of the other gang members.

-All bets were off once his cold eyes met your wide, curious ones.

-He would casually flirt with you every time he would pass though the kitchen. (which was oddly quite a lot.) He would leave you completely flustered and looking like a tomato from all your blushing.

-Him knowing he could affect you like that boosted up his already h u g e ego.

-You and Pony became good friends, which resulted in you hanging out with him outside of school a lot more.

-Which also resulted in an excuse for you to see Dally more… and for him to flirt with you.

-”Well, if it isn’t my biggest fan!” He would teasingly greet you.

-”Oh shut it, Winston!”

-”D.amn, doll. I love it when you talk to me like that.”

-”Like what?”

-”When you attempt to be hostile towards me but it fails.”

-He was your first kiss, you went out with him and some of the guys to the Nightly Double and he decided to walk you home. He was teasing you about being a goody-two shoes, so you kept making comments on all the bad things he does along with girls he’s been with.

-”Psh, so what? I bet you ain’t ever even kissed a guy before so I don’t wanna hear it.”

-When you remained silent and he learned his suspicion was in fact true, he was dead set on kissing you. (and possibly getting a lil sum more bc he’s a perv)

-”No way, man. How is that even possible?” He asked you skeptically.

-You shrugged, “Never got the opportunity, I guess. Plus I don’t even know how.”

-”Lemme teach ya, then.”

-And with that he grabbed you and kissed you.

-You would purposely try to doll yourself up whenever you go by to hang out with Pone, knowing he would see you.

-”Who you gettin’ all dressed up for?”

-”Certainly not you, Dallas.”

-”Really? Mind tellin’ me who then? So I can put him six feet under.”

-Is honestly such a bad influence on you.

-The first time you smoked…

-”Dal, i’ve never smoked before… I’m scared.”

-”Scared? Jesus, kid. It ain’t gonna kill ya just take one hit off it.”

-First time you robbed something from a store…

-”Dally!? Why are you stuffing that in your jacket? Put it back!”

-”Just shush up and stick this pack of smokes in your bra.”

-First time you skipped school…

-”C’mon, babe. Come hang out with me today.”

-”Dal, I have a test today I can’t miss it.”

-”Screw that, man! You can make it up some other time. Lemme take ya out for a coke.”

-It was all Dallas’ influence lol

-Although you had somewhat of a good influence on him.

-The guys noticed he wouldn’t smoke as much when you were around, knowing that you didn’t like it.

-He would also try to think twice before he got into trouble, because the first time he went to jail while he was with you, you were hysterical.

-”How the hell could you do that to me!? I was worried to death!”

-”Jesus, baby. Calm down, alright? I’ll try to be more behaved.” He would joke.

-Definitely took your virginity.

-It was in his room at Buck’s one night when you snuck out to see him. One thing led to another and he had you naked, underneath him in his bed.

-You were trembling from both nerves and excitement as he was getting ready.

-As he slid himself inside you, you whimpered in pain. He thought you looked so perfect laying underneath him, completely vulnerable. It took him a lot of self control to not start railing you right there on the spot, he felt bad that he was hurting you.

-”Dal…”

-”What? Do you wanna stop or sum?”

-”N-No. Uhm… I’m just thinkin’.”

-He rolled his eyes, “About what?”

-”Are you still gonna like me after this?”

-He paused his movement and looked you in the eyes, which were swimming with all sorts of emotions that he himself couldn’t really comprehend. Your doe eyed gaze drove him wild.

-He leaned down and pressed a gently kiss to your forehead, which caught you way off guard because he was never one for sweet gestures.

-”Look, kid. I don’t think I could stop likin’ ya even if I tried.”

[wings-of-the-ten]

I loved your Erend/Kotallo bromance post! So glad your gonna work some of it into WIC (I am sceaming for the next chapter!!!)! Can I ask what you see his relationships with the other Gaia Gang members as?

Aww, thanks! Yeah, drinking buddies and spicy chicken wings after a game of Strike will bond those two.

I imagine that Zo and Kotallo initially bond over paint. Kotallo runs out of white paint, and awkwardly asks Zo if she has any spare. It’s different from Tenakth paint, which I headcanon uses machine oil in it as a base so it doesn’t run when they sweat, whereas the Utaru is probably more clay/chalk based (with nothing to back that up in canon, so if you have better ideas or evidence from game, please lemme know!). She asks him if he needs help applying it on his right arm, and he flushes and bumbles out of there all awkwardly (it’s very intimate (not necessarily romantic though) to paint someone, usually reserved for squad members, parents/family, and lovers). Zo, as healer, brews medicinal teas which help Kotallo if he’s having a rough day with his arm, and he spars with her since she’s a spear-fighter and a good challenge for him because her fighting style is so different. They become good friends and he likes to listen to her sing around the base.

Kotallo sees Varl as a good fighter, but not exceptional. He does ask during some game dialogue with Aloy if all Nora are as impressive(? I forget the exact word) as those two, so he knows the boy’s got skills, but he also suspects he’d rather not be a fighter when he doesn’t have to be. They bond over the knowledge they’ve found using the Focus. Varl finds some Tenakth-related thing he doesn’t understand, and asks Kotallo to elaborate on it. Four hours later, Kotallo is hoarse (hoarser than usual) and Varl is just soaking it up like a sponge. Erend plonks a mug of ale down and Kotallo drinks half of it in one go.

Alva he finds extremely irritating and draining to start with, with all her endless questions. If you remember how annoyed he was with Aloy’s questions (admittedly he wasn’t in a good place, mentally, at that point), then it’s a bit like that, only he masks it better with Alva. She probes with no sensitivity whatsoever until she realises too late that she’s asked something deeply personal and made him super uncomfortable. But, Kotallo is patient and he sees that she’s just curious. After a while, Alva asks him to show her some self-defence as a way of making up for it, and he’s honoured to teach her how to protect herself (she doesn’t want to become a warrior, just how to get out of a situation), and he comes to see her as a younger sister and gets oddly very protective of her. She finds his stillness calming, and in time, he actually comes to welcome her questions. He also finds her constant chatter oddly soothing. (I’m going to work the self-defence lessons into What I Choose, so you’ll see that once the story gets that far - it’s too precious not to include!).

Beta he doesn’t really know what to do with at first, and he tends to avoid her because the first time she saw him, she froze and ran away (he was probably scowling unintentionally. That boy has some serious, unintentional Resting Kill Face I’m sure). He initially expected her to be tough and resilient like Aloy, simply because he didn’t understand the implications of a clone not being literally the same person. He quickily understands though that her strengths lie in strategy, and he really admires her for that, and for the mental fortitude she must have in order to have come through the terrible abuse and neglect, and yet remain kind and generous. He’s protective of her too (because he’s a Protecc Boi and this is His Squad now!), and he sees her very much as her own person. She teaches him a bit about coding and technology, which allows him to make his own entries into the database, and with her help he and Alva begin to compile their own separate logs and data on everything that’s occurred with Aloy’s ‘new’ mission. The GAIA Gang Files, if you will.

I’ve covered Erend and Kotallo a bit in that other post, but Kotallo genuinely enjoys playing Strike with Erend, even if Erend isn’t anywhere near as good as he is, and loses practically every time. Zo finds it a frustrating game though she gets it quickly, and Varl is really terrible at it. Aloy does not have the patience for Strike and doesn’t play unless forced. Alva gets it really quickly but is too hasty, and Beta is the only one who consistenly wins against Kotallo. Kotallo is a good listener, so Erend eventually opens up about losing Ersa, and the two kind of bond a bit more over what it’s like to lose loved ones - Kotallo considers his former squad family, and I’m not sure if it’s stated in game or not, but for some reason I headcanon that most of them died during the Red Raids. A few are still alive though, I think, but some of them changed their opinion of him after his injury, and that is something he never quite gets over. Anyway, they eat ridiculously spicy Desert Clan food (which Erend actually grows to love, even if it makes him sweat and turn red, and it’s not actually Kotallo’s favourite either, since he grew up with Sky Clan stuff. ‘Land and Lake’ is his favourite). Erend won’t touch scorpion skewers.

That’s my rough and rambling personal take on Kotallo’s relationship with his new squad. After he goes back to the Grove, he misses Zo’s wordless compassion and Erend’s horrible music and bitter ale (he might be responsible for a few kegs turning up at the Grove for festivals), and Alva’s insatiable curiosity and Beta’s quiet instructions. He also misses Varl as someone to geek out over lore with, and that’s something that he and Zo do.

Zo names Kotallo the Utaru equivalent of godfather to her baby and he cries.

I’ll try to weave all of this into my story as far as it fits and is possible, if not, now you have extra background knowledge :).

[bimrsadler]

Hello how are you doing? Mind If I request another arthur x reader fanfic where basically the reader comes back from a really long day at work and arthur is being extra fluffy with them? If you don't mind, I really love your writing, I hope you are having a nice day!

Creature Comforts

A/N: thank you for the compliment, I hope you have a good day as well and enjoy fluffy Arthur!

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn reader

Word count: 1,068

Warnings/tags: fluff, modern Arthur

While you normally found it easy to be calm and collected, today was different as you slammed the door behind you. You were only human and could only take so much. Another day of overtime, incompetent bosses and an exhausted body. You let your shoes drop carelessly next to Arthur’s boots as you swore under your breath.

You heard him approaching from the living room, surprised he was home on a Saturday. He walked in casually, curious about your irritation. “Y’okay there sweetheart?” You simply let out a groan and shook your head. “One of them days huh?”

“More like one of them weeks,” you walked over to him as he took you in a tight embrace. “Thought you would’ve gone out for drinks with the gang tonight…”

“Nah didn’t much feel like it. Besides after lettin’ me know you were working late I I thought ya might like the company.”

“That’s sweet Arthur, I would.” You pulled away from him to move toward the cupboard, “we can have a drink here instead I suppose,” you said as the pop of the wine cork filled the kitchen.

“Sounds like you’ve earned it anyway,” Arthur stated while setting the glasses on the counter.

You turned around to pour the wine but before you realized it, your elbow met with the glasses and sent them crashing to the ground. They shattered into many pieces all over the floor, large and minuscule alike.

“Woah it’s okay darlin’ don’t move, I’ll get the broom,” Arthur carefully stepped over the glass to get to the closet.

You just wanted to have a drink with Arthur after a long day. Why did everything seem to go wrong all at once and why did the little things have to feel so big? You felt tears welling behind your eyes along with the embarrassment of feeling like you were overreacting, but there they were, streaming down your face.

Arthur appeared in the kitchen again, “alright lemme just…damn what’s wrong sweetheart?” Noticing your emotional state, he set the broom down and came to your side. “Nothin’ to feel bad about, we can get new glasses anytime.”

“It’s not that I just…feel like everything is going wrong today and when I wanna relax I can’t even seem to get that right.” You let out small heaves as you rested your head on Arthur’s broad shoulder.

“I understand whatcha mean, c’mere,” he empathized as he wrapped his large arms around you and rubbed your back tenderly. “I’m gonna clean this u-”

“Arthur it’s my mess to-”

“Hey…” Arthur’s tone was quiet and calming, barely above a whisper. He pushed you out to arms length while gently grasping your waist and looking into your eyes. “I’m gonna clean this up, ya got enough on yer mind. But first I’m gonna find another glass to pour this wine in and run a hot bath for ya, how’s that sound?”

You looked at Arthur with admiration and gratitude, “it sounds amazing,” you admitted while wiping a stray tear away.

“Good, now c’mon.”

Arthur helped you step over the glass and led you to the bathroom. While the tub filled he helped you undress, gingerly placing kisses on your shoulders and neck.

After you eased into the hot water, he rubbed your shoulders and encouraged you to vent about the day if you wanted. You took him up on the offer, realizing how good it felt to vent to a sympathetic ear.

“Y’know darlin’ ya ain’t gotta keep workin’ there if ya don’t want to. I can support us if you wanna just…take some time off and think on things. Figure out what you really wanna do ya know?”

The juxtaposition of Arthur speaking so kind and delicate while his powerful hands worked your tense muscles made you feel safe and secure in ways you hadn’t experienced before him.

While you hated feeling like you were imposing, you knew that you deserved to be happy and if anyone was going to support you through it, it was Arthur. “That’s really generous of you, handsome. I’m gonna think about that,” you smiled up at him.

“Good. Now I’m gonna clean up,” Arthur rose to his feet and handed you your wine. “Try to relax and take the edge off.” He left with a kiss to your forehead.

The tension managed to ease enough that the work day was in the back of your mind. With each touch and sweet gesture from Arthur, you’d felt the stress of the day melt into the background. After some time passed he knocked on the door before letting himself in. He leaned against the doorframe, hands on his belt and a smirk on his face.

“Whatcha smilin’ at cowboy?”

“You. Ya look good in there, and I’m happy to see ya windin’ down. Much as I hate to ask ya to get out though, how ’bout we have some dinner?”

You stood up and began drying yourself off, “that sounds great, I’m starving. I don’t think either of us should bother cooking though…”

“Way ahead of ya gorgeous,” Arthur said with a wink as he wrapped you in your robe, warm and soft.

As you were led to the living room you saw that Arthur had ordered from your favorite takeout place and set it all out on the coffee table with blankets at the ready on the couch.

He pulled you against him with a gentle squeeze to your shoulder. “Whatcha say we watch a show or movie we been meanin’ to while we eat? You can pick if ya want.”

You moved to face Arthur and pull him in for an unhurried and appreciative kiss, threading your fingers through his soft hair. “Thank you, you have no idea how much I needed this.”

“Well I had a tiny idea when you came through the door cussin’ like that,” he said with a crooked smirk. You reacted with a playful eye roll before his tone returned to being serious. “I’m happy to make yer day better anytime ya need it, and don’t ever feel like ya need to keep it in, ’kay?” You nodded as Arthur leaned in for a reassuring kiss then motioned toward the couch.

You had spent the day feeling like no one around you ever listened or cared about what you had to say, but came home to the exact opposite. Sighing happily, you soaked in the bliss of the warm food in your stomach, and Arthur’s warm body beside you.

[kingfakey]

What’re ur fav true crime podcasts and least favs? Genuinely curious cause I listen to true crime and wanna know ur opinions! heh

lemme preface this by saying that lately i’m on a real kick for true crime that isn’t Just Murder? i think court cases and history are worth looking into an examining, especially when you’re any kind of marginalized when the systems they’re talking about are stacked against you. true crime doesn’t have to be, and shouldn’t be, totally murder centric.

last podcast on the left has been doing this a billion years and while their humor is incredibly blue, the research is always solid. i don’t always tune in every week, sometimes i go months without listening, but i know they always got my back. i recommend starting with their series on the Black Death.

some place underneath highlights and focuses on cases about missing women, and explores the systems in place that allow women to fall through the cracks. very funny hosts that manage to bring levity to some real heavy topics. highly recommend their under the shadow of sherri series.

let’s go to court! it’s exactly what it sounds like: looking at true crime through the lens of the court room drama that ensue. sometimes it’s murder, sometimes it’s scams, sometimes it’s a disaster for an insurance company to deal with. i tried to think of an important episode but honestly episode 11 is my favorite and represents them perfectly.

cult podcast i almost typed cunt podcast and that’s what they’d want. my favorite of the cult podcasts out there! they don’t limit themselves just to cults either, they sometimes venture into gangs and hate groups and a whole bunch of other stuff because turns out they all function just like a cult. i recommend starting with the timothy Leary series, for the culture.

you’re wrong about… it was capitalism all along! another one that for me has stood the test of time despite some host shake ups. it’s not always true crime, and it’s a lot of bedunking and rebunking and sometimes they just hang out on bunk beds. for something light and to get an idea on the vibes, i’d start with one of their summer book club series!

least faves are rotten mango, morbid, my favorite murder, and wine and crime. oh, and ashley flowers just… like on the whole.

[red-spider-lily-of-chaos]

“‘Kay, if I’m right, he’ll jus’ believe m’words an’ take ‘em without thinkin’… or assault with his apples ‘gain. Lemme jus’ read ‘em t’make sure… hmm…” pushing a long piece of paper towards his nose, the King squinted his eyes and tried to read out his not-so-formal peace treaty to a specific territorial tree. “Whisky-uh, Whispy Woods!! I… know ya an’ tha-th-that there poofball had problems, but not as much as ours… Ah, bark boy’ll buy it.” Shrugging, he jumped into a portal that appeared to lead into the very forest…

or was it his destination by default?

Unbeknownst to Dedede, there was a most curious bunch wandering close to the portal, mood somewhat low. "Huh. They must have changed up their travel route... Dammit, so much for easy meat." The voice came from what at first glance appeared to be a human woman. Until you noticed such things as her apparent lack of pupils, small fangs as well as the fact that the red lily foliage on her was part of her and NOT a very elaborate outfit.

Accompanying her were a few others, all of the same species she was, just with different flower types. A rather tall, sturdy, bulky-looking white rose was to her left. To her right was a graceful but strong looking clover. Behind her were three much shorter than herself and the two flanking. Judging by the thinness of their leaves, and the strange spindly flower that almost resembled an electrical antenna of some kind in shape, they were likely grass. "Perhaps we might have better luck if we spread out." The clover said.

"Er... Us three don't do so good on our own... " said one of the grass trio.

"You three may stay together if you wish. I know Grass Flora are pack hunters."

The rose chuckled.

"You gonna be alright on your own, Majesty?"

The Lily grinned in return, giving a thumbs up.

"You know I will, Thorn."

"Alright. Y'all just holler if any of you need me!" The rose said, as the gang split up.

Now on her own, The lily crouched down, picking up the pace while still staying low to the ground. Most of the prey in this territory knew what she looked like. It was best she remain unseen.

She had been on the move for a few minutes when she decided to stop and take a breather for a moment.

"... What the... ?"

She had spotted a strange light. Hesitant, she moved closer until the source came into view. The lily found herself staring at the strangest thing she had ever seen. It almost looked like an oddly-colored whirlpool on its side just floating in the air. "... "

She stood there, wondering if she was losing her mind, when the sight of a person coming out of the strange whirlpool-thing made her jump back and gasp in shock.

"WHAT THE-!?"

[xbabybajix]

Patch Me Up

Chifuyuxf!reader

I apologize in advance for any errors made! I’ll proofread it again later but hope y’all enjoy! (This was also posted from my ao3 acc)

SUMMARY: You’re at home studying while your friend/crush Chifuyu decides to pay you a visit after receiving a beating from another brawl with some gang members… what he doesn’t know is that you’re tired of his constant teasing and decided it’s payback time.

It was another long night for you, having to stay up and pull an all nighter in hopes you’d pass your upcoming exams. You looked out your window, deciding that the stars in the night sky were far more entertaining than the math problem in your text book

“Hmmm wonder what chifuyu is up to..” you wondered out with a hand resting on your cheek.

You began to day dream about the things you’d like to do once exams were over and released a yawn. “Ahh, i think i will take a well deserved nap after this problem” you think to yourself. It was the first out of 15 you had ledt to do.

Once you got up and did a few stretches you decide to grab some water from your kitchen and a smal snack. After having set down your things, you hear a sudden noise that was hitting your window

You felt a vein pop on your head out of annoyance “these damn kids don’t have anything better to do.. it’s almost 2 am what the hell is their prob- CHIFUYU??”

You were quick to slide your window open to let him in, you noticed he seemed to be strugging getting onto your balcony first and helped him out

“Here hold onto my arm”

“Thank you y/n… damn your pretty strong, being able to pull me up with just one arm” he snickers.

“Yeah yeah whatever, you already know this since I beat you at arm wrestling all the time” you say as you sling chifuyu’s body onto your shoulders.

“Cmon, you look like shit chifuyu what happened??”

“Heh. Thanks y/n! I always get butterflies in my when you insult me <3”

“Stop flirting and go lay down, I’ll go get my supplies” you flicked his forehead began to head to your restroom

“Can’t wait!” Chifuyu flashes that cheeky grin you absolutely adore.

You closed the door to the restroom and took a big breath “he’s going to be the death of me.. but I’ll show him two can play at that game..” you smile mischievously while biting your nail.

Once you headed out with your newfound confidence you swing the door open and see chifuyu sitting casually on your bed

“Alright ‘fuyu I got everything ready, now lemme take a look”

You gently touched his jaw and tilted his head towards yours,

Did he just blush??

“Be gentle yeah? My eye feels so tender right now”

“Yeah sure, but before I do that can you lay down on the bed for me? I’ll have a better look if your laid flat”

“Uhm what” chifuyu’s mind went blank for a second

“You heard me. Go on make yourself comfy” you looked at him with curious eyes testing him.

After all that talk, chifuyu suddenly feels nervous, not knowing your intentions, he gulps and begins to settle himself onto your bed. Once he’s gotten himself comfortable he takes a peek at you.

“Y/n I’m ready now, i think it would’ve been fine if i just sat down you know- WOAH Y/N WHAT ARE YOU-“

“HEY SIT STILL OR ELSE IM GONNA POKE YUR EYE OUT”

Chifuyu was so shocked by your bold actions but here you were, the girl he’s been crushing for years now is straddled right on top of him.. their faces so close together, he takes a glance at your face and appreciates the curved edges that align your lips, so plump and kissable.. what were we doing again?

“Earth to chifuyu, you need to lay back down ok? I patched up your cheek so I just need your eye” wait… did i just space out and stare at her lips while she was treating my wound??? Man that’s so creepy ugh

“You ok?” You tilt your head at the boy, acting like you didn’t know what he’d been doing

“Yeah I’m fine”

You giggled softly at him and began to lean towards his face

“Now stay still okay fuyu?” Your face starts to heat up when you felt a hand grab onto your waist

“Is this ok? I figured if i hold onto you, I won’t move” you weren’t buying that innocent face he was giving you but you also didn’t mind it one bit. You loved this dynamic you and chifuyu shared. It was so thrilling to be able to tease your crush and watch him crumble over the simplest of gestures. It went both ways though, chifuyu was able to fluster you with just his words and seeing you become squirmy and speechless made it worth it every time. But there was something about this that made it feel a bit more intimate, for some reason everytime chifuyu came back from having a brawl with other gangs, he always came back and asked you to tend to his wounds. After a few minutes of silence you decided to pop up the question

“Why do you always have me clean up your wounds fuyu? You know it’s not that hard, i can teach y-“

His hand suddenly grabbed your arm and he looks at you with serious eyes for the first time tonight “I don’t want to learn how, i just want to be able to come back to you every time, I know I seem to tease you a lot, but i do it because I really like you y/n. You’re too cute for your own good sometimes and it drives me nuts. Being able to be close to you in this way fills my heart with so much love that I feel it might jt explode to be honest. I feel like I just fade into your touch sometimes… it’s become addicting to me”

Woah… the pounding in your chest hadn’t been able to stop since chifuyu looked at you..

“Chifuyu… do you mean that or are you just teasing..?” You looked into his eyes searching for a hint that it was all a joke, but found nothing.

“Meant every word y/n.. i like what we have right now, but I just wanted to let you know that it’s not just games to me”

For some reason fear was not present for you today so with chifuyu’s response you leaned in and pressed a soft but chaste kiss onto his cheek, nose and finally lips. Your lips stayed there for a few more seconds before llettinf go only to see chifuyu looking speechless with a drip of blood coming down his nose.

“Hey your nose is bleeding pervert” you laughed.

“I SWEAR ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I GOT PUNCHED IN THE NOSE EARLIER Y/N BELIEVE ME” he pleaded, but you knew he was just messing around like usual again.

“Yeah okay, well I’m done here now. You can go home” you began to lift yourself off of him until chifuyu pulled you down for another kiss.

“That’s payback for earlier, you’re not as slick as you think you are y/n, but you did manage to get me riled up I’ll admit” you rolled your eyes slightly and cuddled next to him.

“I’ll take that as a win then <3” let’s just say that the math problem remained unsolved that night.

[amxrany]

Talking About My Favorite Twst Ships/Pairs/Groups (Platonic Edition 🍵)

Note: I will be mentioning some spoilers (main story and events) that happened in the japanese version of twst, so if you play the english version I’m just warning you ahead of time

Note 2: This will also be arranged in the same order as the romantic edition (click here to see how it’s arranged), If you don’t respect one’s preferences then don’t even bother reading this 🥰

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏~

𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟑

Deuce and Epel 

- Ok so I really didn’t get their friendship at first cuz I was still new to twst at this time and I was still far behind Pomefiore arc, and when I finally reached said arc I had to speedrun it cuz Ignihyde Part 1 was about to release so I didn’t have time to read the translations. But when I did, I understood why like damn I want a friendship like that (coming from someone who can’t talk to people) . Like the beach scenes omg I should have taken the time to savor those moments but no your girl decided to speedrun the entire chapter (because ngl Chapter 5 was a bit boring and Ignihyde was coming up)

𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟐

Shroud Brothers ( Idia & Ortho )

- You know back in the day I didn’t know much about these two but the more I got into twst, the more I got interested in their relationship as brothers. Like think with me here, Ortho was literally a robot and Idia is a shut in, who wouldn’t be curious about it. BUT GODDAMN I GOT HUMBLED SO HARD READING THE CHAPTER 6 TRANSLATIONS. LIKE I ALREADY HAD A FELLING ORTHO WAS DEAD BASED ON HIS FIRST BIRTHDAY VIGNETTE (where Floyd gave Ortho sneakers (I do remember it was shoes but please correct me if I’m wrong here) and Ortho hung it up and someone pointed it like “hey did you know that what Ortho is doing implies that he’s dead”) but to have it hit you in the face was so 😭 LIKE IDIA IS LITERALLY THE BEST BRO YOU CAN ASK FOR WAAAAA. LIKE HE REGRETTED WHAT HAPPENED TO ORTHO SO BAD TO THE POINT HE MADE HIM AGAIN WHICH IS JUST 😀🔫 but he knows that Robot Ortho is not his actual brother anymore which just hits me to the feels

Silver and Kalim 

- Once again if you have seen the romantic edition of this post you would understand what I’m talking about that I love Silver and Kalim in both a romantic and platonic sense. LIKE LEMME SEE MORE ACTION BETWEEN THESE TWO SKRUNKLIES 

𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒐𝒑 𝟏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

First Years

- I’m dying to see a lot of action with everyone in the first year, since it’s now revealed that Ortho is joining the first years now all we lack is Sebek and fthe first years will be complete. I want to see the action, the chaos and everything in between

Third Years

- Ngl but there isn’t much with the third years where everyone is together so I’m kinda expecting to see a lot more, especially the third year anthology cover hasn’t been released yet

Pomefiore

- Look I know I said Chapter 5 was boring but when you read Chapter 6 you get to see a lot of Pomefiore together, and they kinda started to grow on me. Like how Rook and Epel really went to STYX to get Vil and the others back and now that Vil got what he really wanted (to be the “hero” that stands at the very stage), it was really nice honestly

Heartslabyul Gang 

- Definitely love their brotherly relationship that I see in a lot of fanfics, it’s really fluffy honestly (also read as: I love seeing Mama Trey suffer handling his 3 children while Cater is just there taking pics)

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟏 

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Diasomnia Found Family (well they boutta become the unfound family real fast when Chapter 7 arrives)

- Ok so it’s kind of obvious I’m a Diasomnia stan but I just gotta love everyone’s relationship despite how dysfunctional it is (I literally envy Lilia and Silver’s relationship as Father and Son cuz I don’t have that type of relationship with my own dad 😔👊). But overall tho, I am so not ready for the amount of angst that’s gonna come when Chapter 7 get released. Especially when they appeared during the end of Chapter 6 it wasn’t some sinister evil scene you’ve been seeing for the past 6 chapters, instead they looked like a normal family and then Malleus starts talking about how fragile human life is. Knowing how Malleus (and Lilia but I’m not even sure if peepaw is gonna survive at this rate) will literally outlive everyone, he’s too scared to say goodbye so what I’m thinking is that Chapter 7 will tackle a lot of deep topics that will most likely send me to a crying fit and it would also make sense that Ignihyde is there to help us yknow. Literally we have Malleus who will most likely be the one to OB, Lilia who’s slowly dying, and Silver who has his sleeping curse and was seen by MF MICKEY MOUSE in the other side of the mirror, implying that Silver might be unconsciously traveling in his dreams (and that he is important in Chapter 7, he might be from our world too who knows 🤷‍♀️). Sebek is (surprisingly) the only normal guy in Diasomnia but that scares me as well since the guy also has his own issues in terms of his own identity (his half fae half human crisis) and trying to find his purpose and where he belongs, and knowing that he might become the voice of reason (literally with his loud ass voice), get his ass humbled so hard or he’ll rebel and join the first years. Chapter 7 has set the bar high for me, it can literally go on any direction at this rate and I’m not ready for this rollercoaster shitshow

But that is all for this post thank you so much reading until the end 🙇‍♀️. It took me a long time to post this since it was the last month of school for me (which meant exams and the overwhelming amount of work I need to do) and now it’s summer break ( I AM FREE AHAHAHAHAHA ), I’m also going to be moving up soon on June, that means I’m going to be in the 11th Grade now. But the long awaited wait is finally over and I hope you will leave a like or a reblog ♥

[pleasespellchimerical]

-rubs hands- it’s time for WEST SIDE STORY BLOGGING

cos I just watched the new Spielberg one and it cleansed me from that nightmare that was the van Hove revival.

(I’m never gonna stop bitching about that revival don’t at me)

Not that Spielberg’s was perfect, but hey, what is? It’s def a glowup from the 1961 film. The visuals were luscious. Cast was awesome. The choreography was brilliant. I found it curious that Spielberg retained a lot of the adaptational changes that the orig film made from the stage production. NBD honestly, I’m just a picky purist bitch.

The biggest thing about the film is that I wanna sit down for lunch with Tony Kushner (who adapted the book for the new film) and pick his brains, because I have absolutely no idea what the intention behind a lot of his changes was.

The biggest thing is that he added so much additional context and backstory, and I don’t know how to feel about it. Tony gets this story that he is back from a year in prison after nearly killing another kid during a fight, and he’s on parole and wants to reform. It gives him a much more personal motive for pressing the gangs to stop the violence (with Maria kind of giving him the push). The West Side as well has a new backstory, with both gangs warring over the rubble left by demolition of old slum buildings. The owner of the drugstore is now played by Rita Moreno (we stan), who has a special relationship with Tony and her own reasons for wanting peace.

I think the biggest flaw of all this additional work is that it weighs down the film a lot with dialogue. Like this film is really talky. The original is so streamlined that it feels like now it’s being bogged down with extra dialogue, and I wonder if there would have been a way to keep these changes while cutting down on the sheer amount of talking. 

But hey. Maybe Spielberg liked the extra runtime so he could throw in more sexy shots. Cos lemme tell you, this was a feast for the eyes. 

The one thing I’m majorly salty about is that my fave line from the original was cut (the one where Doc says ‘Why are you kids living like you’re at war?’ or something to that effect. It’s a powerful line. I would’ve loved to see Rita Moreno deliver it). 

West Side Story in many ways has a complicated and yes, problematic, history. I think Spielberg honestly handled a modern adaptation in the best way that he could’ve. It’s still not gonna be to everyone’s taste. I don’t think there is a way to strip West Side Story of its problematic elements. But it’s almost seventy years old, and there’s a reason it’s held on for so long. I want to one day write an essay about West Side Story and cultural/emotional authenticity, but that’s gonna wait for another day. It’ll be a long essay lol. 

For now, I’m just happy that I can talk about West Side Story in the modern day without having to think about van Hove’s production.

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Three

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1740

Warnings: Nosy (and well-meaning) friends acting like nosy siblings, angst, bad language words

A/N: After I originally posted this chapter on AO3, I got some comments that exacerbated the beginnings of a year long depression. Please be kind. I intended this chapter to come across as the gang being like siblings...always being in each other’s business. Is there a breach of privacy? Yes, but without the ill-intent. 

DO NOT copy or replicate without permission

Bucky clutched his phone in his flesh hand as he made his way down a long hallway to the communal kitchen and eating area. A soft, crooked smile rested at his lips as he entered the space. Natasha and Sam were sitting at opposite ends of the rectangular table separating the kitchen from the lounge, enjoying a late breakfast. Steve was at a kitchen counter fiddling with the Keurig machine. He pulled another mug from the cupboard when he saw Bucky approach. “Mornin’, Buck. Sleep well?”

Bucky’s grin broadened as he leaned his backside against the countertop. “I did, actually. Thanks for asking,” he answered, looking to his phone at the incoming text.

(Y/N) Would you rather have skin that changes color based on your emotions or tattoos appear all over your body, depicting what you did the day before?

He missed the way Sam and Nat looked at each other in suspicion at his answer to Steve. He was too busy pressing the keys on his touch-screen.

Bucky The tattoos would be awkward, speaking from a male’s perspective, so I think color changing would be better. Not by much, though.

Bucky Would you rather have edible spaghetti hair that regrows every night or sweat maple syrup?

Bucky saw Steve slide the new mug, now filled with coffee, across the granite-top toward him from the corner of his eye. He glanced up quickly from the screen and nodded. “Thanks, buddy.” Steve answered with a smile.

“What, no grunted thanks or mumbled acknowledgment?” Natasha quipped, standing from her seat to place her plate in the dishwasher.

“Yeah, man. You have been using way too many words lately. I miss the grumpy dude that would brood in the corner,” Sam added, crossing his arms at his chest. “Are we even sure this is the right Bucky?”

Bucky’s phone vibrated again.

(Y/N) I love me some spaghetti! Can you imagine sweating sticky, gooey maple syrup during a humid New York summer?? Your clothes would be toast.

(Y/N) Mmmm, french toast.

Bucky chuckled at the reply, drawing the attention of three sets of eyes.

Sam wasn’t wrong; he wasn’t the same Bucky.

It had been five days since (Y/N)’s first drunken texts. Five days. He couldn’t believe so little time had passed. Somehow, (Y/N) had wiggled her way under his skin.

He had noticed after only a day or two; he was smiling more, less volatile. He felt lighter, happier. He wasn’t skulking about the compound like usual, trying to avoid the rest of the team. Some might go as far as to say he was friendlier than usual.

It felt good to have someone, a friend, learning about the real James Buchanan Barnes, for once, without the threat of The Soldier clouding their perception of him.

“You’re freaking me out, man. Straight outta Invasion of the Body Snatchers or some shit,” Sam declared, rising from his chair.

“Hold on, Sam,” Steve placated, lifting a hand to the advancing man. “I’m sure there’s a logical explanation to Bucky’s good mood lately.”

Bucky set his jaw in frustration, the muscles ticking. He wasn’t a Pod Person. He was just happy, for the first time in seventy-five years.

His phone went off again.

(Y/N) Would you rather sneeze once every hour, on the hour, or burp every time you saw an attractive girl?

A wide smile split his mouth as he scanned the screen.

Bucky Am I sneezing in my sleep or just when I’m awake?

When Bucky brought his gaze back up to his teammates, he noticed Natasha’s own eyes flick down to his phone. The slightest smirk curved the corner of her lips.

“It’s curious,” she said, a perfect eyebrow inched higher to her hairline. “All the people you text are in this room, yet, you haven’t been able to pull yourself away from your phone.” Her eye contact never wavered from Bucky’s face. “Don’t ya think that’s odd, fellas?”

“Natalia,” Bucky warned, his voice gruff. He knew she was fishing.

Sam laughed boisterously. “Yeah, I noticed that the other day. It’s glued to your hip nowadays.”

“It could be anyone from the team, guys,” Steve reasoned. “I bet it’s Tony.”

Bucky became increasingly agitated as the redhead slinked closer, passing his phone back and forth between his hands.

Natasha shook her head in the negative. “Nuh-uh,” she said, leaning against the counter directly beside Bucky. A hair’s breadth of space separated their shoulders from one another. Tipping back, with her elbows propped against the hard surface, she kicked her legs out casually and crossed her feet at the ankle. “Those two have barely said two words to each other since the good Sergeant here was welcomed back into the fold. It’s not Tony.”

“That still doesn’t prove anything,” Steve replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I bet it’s a girl,” Sam said in a sing-song voice. “But, where would Ice Man here meet a girl?”

Natasha smiled while looking at Sam as he stepped closer to the trio. “Let’s find out, shall we?” She nodded to Sam and, without batting an eye, lunged at Bucky.

She tapped the underside of the hand holding the phone, causing the device to flip up into the air.

Though he hadn’t seen the attack coming, Bucky’s reflexes were cat-like, and he easily caught the phone in his opposite hand.

Unfortunately, Natasha was just as quick and knocked the phone from his hand again. She effortlessly swatted it out of the air and into her hand. As Bucky clamored to retrieve the cell phone, she swung her arm behind her back and tossed it into the waiting hands of Sam.

By looking at Sam’s broad smile, Bucky knew he was having a field day at his expense. He pounced on his teammate, grappling for possession of the device. He wasn’t sorry for elbowing the other man harder than he ever would if they were sparring each other. He needed his fucking phone back!

Sam managed to flick the phone over his other shoulder in the process of Bucky grabbing ahold of Sam’s wrist and twisting the same arm behind his body. It clattered to the ground at Steve’s feet.

As everyone stared at the cell phone lying prone on the tile floor, Sam backed Bucky into the cabinets, trapping him with his body. “Let me go, Bird Brain!” Bucky huffed.

Steve bent to pick the phone up, holding it in his hand. Bucky could see the war playing within Steve’s blue eyes as he struggled against Sam. Steve was just as curious as the other two but didn’t want to betray his friend.

Natasha quickly snatched the device from Steve and started thumbing at the screen.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Steve protested.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to put a passcode on your phone, Barnes?” Natasha tsked as she navigated to the messaging app.

Bucky knew the exact second she found what she was looking for because her eyes became comically wide. A feral, shit-eating grin crossed her mouth as she raised a brow again.

“Tell me about (Y/N).”

“What?” Steve questioned, crowding the red head. “Lemme see.”

Bucky felt his cheeks go aflame as Natasha angled the screen so Steve could see the message thread. They burned hotter as Steve looked up with his own shit-eating smirk.

“Well, well…” Sam piped up. “If your faces are anything to go by, Vanilla Ice’s still got game.” Bucky twisted his arm back further in retaliation causing Sam to grunt in discomfort.

Bucky watched as Natasha’s thumb skimmed along the screen to delve deeper into past messages. Her thumb stopped as she read a passage; her green eyes rapidly followed the lines of text.

“I always kinda figured you’d be into someone that would call you out on your BS. She sounds fun,” Natasha said as she continued to scroll.

“No one’s into anyone. We’re just friends,” Bucky murmured.

Steve’s head shot up to stare at his best friend, sorrow painting his features. He edged away from Natasha. “Does she know who you are?” he asked.

Bucky shook his head no. “And she never will.”

“Aww, but you guys sound so cute together,” Natasha pouted. Bucky frowned at the insinuation. It couldn’t ever happen.

“There aren’t any rules saying we can’t date,” Natasha mentioned. “Hell, you know how many times I tried to set up this big lug?” She motioned to Steve with her thumb.

“That’s different,” Bucky said after a few moments. He eased up slightly on Sam’s arm.

“How so?”

Bucky rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, the blush starting again. “He’s Captain America, and well, I’m not. Not exactly everyone’s favorite.” He downcast his eyes to the floor.

“Buck, you know that’s not true,” Steve said woefully. “It’ll just take some time.”

“I know, Stevie. Until then, though, I’m still a pariah.”

The super soldier serum couldn’t have been given to a better person, but Bucky always felt like he would be trapped in Steve’s shadow, no matter the amount of good he did. He would still feel weak for what Hydra did to him, or not good enough to be labeled Captain America’s best friend.

Feeling the room take a considerable turn toward somber, Natasha called out, “Holy shit, Barnes! You used Wilson’s toothbrush to clean your toilet?”

“What?!” all three male voices cried out.

Sam rushed forward, trying to see the proof for himself. “You’re a dead man!”

Freed from the weight of Sam’s body, Bucky leaped forward toward Natasha and Sam. Slamming into Sam’s back, he snaked an arm around the other man, reaching frantically for his phone. He was done with them spying on his non-existent personal life.

Bucky smacked against Sam’s hands and arms, trying to dislodge the device.

“Stop!” Sam bellowed. “You’re hitting me like an eleven-year-old girl!”

“Gimme back my phone!” Bucky shouted.

Suddenly, the sound of ringing filled the small space of the kitchen. The scuffling stopped in an instant as everyone tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. Sam glimpsed down at his hands and jumped apart from Bucky as if he’d been burned. He looked horrified!

“Oh, shit!” Sam exclaimed, shoving the phone back at Bucky.

“What did you do?!” Bucky screeched when he realized the ringing was coming from his phone on speaker.

The sound ended abruptly, only to be replaced with the gentle tinkle of a woman’s voice.

“James?”

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asks :))

once again i have let these pile up for too long fhjdkhvgfjd

HI, I don't know is my misjudgment or not, but I felt that yandere haikyuu boys have more love than the yander tokrev boys. Can I assume that most characters in tokrev (expect Kazutora lol) do not love the reader?

not necessarily. i'll be the first to admit that the last bonten fic was BLEAK but it is kind of hard to compare characters from both fandoms as a whole. for the most part i tend to write haikyuu fics in more or less the same universe it's set in. as in, yes the characters are darker but they're still volleyball players/uni students/people with regular jobs. on the other hand both times i've written for tokrev it's been in universe as well – and those characters have fucked up lives.

even if i change very little in regards to their characteristics, by the time the bonten gang is formed down that timeline mikey's all but gone off the rails, all the characters are established as ruthless killers – their base characters are just a lot darker and have a lot more baggage. can they still love the reader in the same obsessive way? sure. but just by nature of their backstories and what they've been through and who they become that 'love' is gonna come out in very different ways.

Will you write some fics which have yandere kenma in the future?

i'm not gonna say no... but not likely. or if i do it would be with kuroo because while i adore kenma to pieces he's not someone i'm super excited to write for solo

ok but who in bonten would be like the best/worst to be around from to the depths,, like based on my very limited knowledge i thought that kakucho would be maybe not as sadistic as some of the others but based on one of the other asks,,,

haha. hahahahahah oh dear sweet beloved anon. it's like asking if you would rather lose an eye or a hand. neither is a good option.

koko can be loving when he's not jealous. kakucho isn't as sadistic as the twins but that doesn't mean he won't fuck you till you bleed when he's pissed off about something. sanzu's a wild card and honestly you're never gonna be perfectly comfortable around him. the twins are... like that. and mikey is well, at this point basically unhinged so good luck with that one :)

I LOVED UR LAST FIC SM PLS IVE READ IT 5 TIMES also do yk more dc tokyo rev blogs <3

ahhh thank you bby!! tbh i don't know that many other tokrev writers on tumblr aside from @rocorambles and @kunigamiis so if you have any recs?? lemme know

Hello! Bonten story is awesome!

So,I wanna ask you about Kakucho since he's my favorite - does he also fucks the girl, you didn't write about him,so I'm just curious - @renxnana

yes. just because it isn't explicitly stated does not mean he's not getting what he wants from the reader haha

You're the best!

ty nonnie <33

I’m just thinking deranged Bonten!Mikey who gets his darling taken from him. It was a rival, someone who wanted to hurt him. Bad. You were locked in his penthouse while he and the executives went out for a meeting. Guards he trusted were left to watch you, members who had been in his gang since the early days. He was wrong to trust them. You weren’t there when he got back, neither were the guards. Mikey thought you had somehow escaped. He started to lose his shit, until he saw the message that was left behind. He eventually found you, him and the executives. Bloodied. Beaten to a pulp. About to be executed. Remember the deranged part? Yeah. They are gonna wish they never took you. The guards, no matter how big their bribe was to sell you out, there won’t be a place far enough for them that Mikey won’t find them.

mikey'd just go apeshit and literally beat them to death. he simply would :))

[regrettablewritings]

I'm feeling a Nevada Ramirez mood (love that damn asshole) but if you aren't feeling writing for him then I give this up to authors choice. But from the current ships numbers perhaps: 3 (because I wanna get fucked up), 9 (because I have to), 10 (because I would like to know your thoughts) and 11 (because I am wildly curious)

("I'm feeling a Nevada Ramirez mood" Translation: "I want a daddy to spit in my fuckgng mouth" Sorry, I don't make the rules about language translation.🤷🏽‍♀️)

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope:

You'd always kind of sort of lived in a fairytale. In hindsight, though, you probably had to: It's what probably made being with his stupid ass a bit easier. Kind of like you were living in one of those stories where a monster that terrorized some bucolic tiny town could be brought down to size by a soul of pure heart. Maybe even regain his human form.

If only your story had had a happy ending.

In a way, Nevada felt he was to blame for that; clearly, sticking with you had really only encouraged that type of behavior, or so he thought.

And now look where that ended you: All that gross-ass makeup to make you look like your last moments hadn't been agonizing (the coroner insisted it had been quick, but Nevada called bullshit); those stiff clothes that you never would've worn unless you had to (Nevada never would've put you in them if he had more of a choice); eyes closed, never to see the telltale signs of the one you left behind coming undone (actually, in a sick way, Nevada didn't necessarily mind this; it spared him the humiliation).

There wasn't even necessarily any sign that you had been targeted; the general theory really was that you'd been taken out by a stray bullet. But in some part of him, Nevada couldn't believe that. He didn't want to. It just made so much perfect sense in his mind: You were just minding your own damn business, walking home after a shift ended a little later than expected. You were the very picture of innocent and unsuspecting, all vulnerable and without him. In short: That was the perfect time for some rival gang or some shit to take a shot at you.

And the thought made Nevada's blood boil to the point that it evaporated into the air, further polluting these fucking New York skies with his inner toxicity being exposed. He'd make whoever did this to you choke. But not before roughing them up a lil bit. Maybe cut off some fingers. Some toes . . . Maybe a pound of flesh as payment if there was any time left, who knows.

But first, his men had to find them.

To say that Nevada does not take your passing well would be an understatement. He's somehow more violent. Somehow a lot less tolerant of bullshit (and he already wasn't before). If anyone so much as blinks wrong, they run the risk of having a nearly feral fuck jump at them and attempt to rip their face off.

His men, who already feared and respected him, dare not occupy the same room as him any longer than they have to. They miss you as a person, of course, but they never knew just how much of a hold you had on their boss until that hand was gone.

Sure, he goes through the usual motions seen in others, like sitting in his chair, downing copious amounts of whatever was left in his liquor cabinet. And, of course, there's the stages of grieving: He's eternally stuck oscillating between guilt and anger.

He was supposed to be the one that got killed out here, him! Not you: Sweet, kind, patient, hard-headed, stupid-assed you! He got that, why couldn't God get with the program on that!? He was the dealer, the gang leader putting himself into all kinds of problems with others; you were just some innocent bystander who happened to get caught in his web, decide they liked it there, and inexplicably stuck around.

And now you're dead. He was being selfish, you were being stupid, and now you were dead.

He stares blankly at nothing before humming with a sip of whatever the hell is in his glass now, he doesn't fucking remember. Can't taste it anyway; his sense of taste disappeared, floated away with your spirit the moment he learned of your passing.

The pure-hearted soul that kept the village safe was gone; all that remained was the carnivorous beast, ready to rampage and raze the town to the ground.

9. Which one swears more?:

Just in time for the 20210 Summer Olympics, we have a new category to observe: Fucking Goddamn Cussing Up a Shitstorm! Representing Washington Heights, we have a cussing prodigy, Nevada Ramirez! Also representing Washington Heights by way of duel citizenship between the apartments, we have . . . You!

Okay but in all seriousness, Nevada is definitely the gold medal-winner here. Science indicates that cussing helps to relieve stress and for as collected as Nevada likes to appear in front of others, 5'9" is not a lot of space for stress to go. He's constantly bottling up that shit! What's worse, though, is that the fucker makes it sound elegant.

How does he make "fuck" sound so gentle when it leaves his lips with a cold-eyed glower!? Who the hell knows!

Erstwhile, you're a pretty good runner-up. Even if you were a big cusser before getting with Nevada, you could never catch up with him -- he's just had way too many experiences where he felt the need to pepper the ambience with some cursing. And if you weren't as into it before . . . I'm sorry, boo, but you'll be picking up that nasty habit of his like you were picking up the torch for the Cussing Olympics. Bon chance!

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other:

Noah . . . How did you know I was planning to do a preference on what characters watch with their S/Os? Not that I can confirm or deny that Nevada was in that one but --

Nevada didn't really watch TV a whole lot before you two got together. It was a mix of him not having a lot of time and him not having a lot of care to keep up with anything. Everything is so goddamn serialized, what's even the point?

Really, the only reason he bought subscriptions to streaming services was to keep you entertained for when he had to be out the house or some junk. But there were a few too many times where he'd come home late and find you curled up on the couch.

". . . The hell're you still doing up --"

"Ssh!"

". . . Did you just --"

"Yes, now sshhh! I'm about to see who this chick picks to go to bed with."

Of course, 'Vada is pissed; people don't shush him, he shushes them! What the fuck could be so interesting that you'd do that!? He takes his glare from you to the screen . . . and about thirty minutes in, he gets it. He'd never say it out loud, but deep down, he knows why you like Love Island. It's stupid, it's trashy, he hates these dumbass twenty-somethings making drama out of nothing, and for fuck's sake will somebody talk to the girl with the dark skin and short hair she's the hottest one there --

Of course, he tries hard not to show his interest, taking seats next to you when you're watching "because he's tired", adding his own commentary "because these pendejos need to know better", etc. And, of course, it doesn't fool you in the slightest. As amused as you are, though, you don't tease him about it; you're afraid that if you do, your stubborn boyfriend would put up a fight in the form of leaving you to watch your silly little show by yourself. And you really don't mind sharing the show with him . . . No, solitary watching is reserved for your cartoons.

Nevada may let things with you slip to a point but the moment he learns you like to watch anything animated, he's on your ass with the ruthless taunting. Which is like the pot calling the kettle black because 'Vada's secret pleasure is even worse: daytime soap operas. Admittedly, there's some sentimentality connected to them (he remembers being at his Abuela's house and seeing her get really into some telenovelas), but the fact of the matter is really more that he's invested in the drama and bullshit going on between all this lunatics who we're supposed to buy as being doctors or CEOs or whatever over-glamorized positions they're supposed to have.

He doesn't actually get to watch them often but . . . hey, that's what he pays certain grunts to do for him.

Okay I had way too much fun writing these so lemme just cut myself off now. Thanks for asking!!!