#I'm so excited about this thread omg

[planetpiastri]

pairing: lando norris x fem!australian!reader [no faceclaim] summary: honestly, you kind of expected this part-time gig to just be four days of pure chaos that gave you an excuse to see an f1 race up close. then some guy in the fanzone complimented your shoes, and the rest is history. notes: requested by anon!! this has been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages, sorry love <3 y'all are so brave for putting up with me while i try and remember how tf to write these uhhh yeah this one took a turn hope u like it anyway LMFAO

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ausgp Arriving in style! The lads looked great at the Melbourne Walk today 🤩🤩

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username1 lewis and zhou are absolutely slaying!! and oscar is also there

ynusername oscar i love you but you gotta step up your game mate, i wanna wear your merch so bad but it is UGLY!!

landonorris excuse me ausgp i think my fit was deserving of recognition in this post :(

ausgp Can't compete with the hometown hero 🤷‍♂️ landonorris but daniel isn't in this either ? oscarpiastri You're funny.

landonorris

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landonorris he shoots, he scores! thanks for such a warm welcome melbourne :)

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oscarpiastri You and I have different definitions of scoring I think

landonorris ever heard of playing the long game? oscarpiastri Nurse he's out again

username2 where's the worker with the shoes i think they're indirecting her

username3 GET THIS MAN THE SHOE LADY'S DIGITS

maxfewtrell Now that's just uncalled for

ausgp Love to see the spirit 😉

username4 aww lando always looks so happy in melbourne, he loves it here :'))

ynusername oh wtf

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ynusername busy busy busy day, absolutely buggered, but very excited for tomorrow 😁 (also peep The Shoes on the last slide)

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yourfriend i mean... he's right, they are sick shoes

ynusername you're just saying that cos you made me buy them yourfriend well yes!

username5 omg are u the girl who was working the fanzone today??

ynusername i was one of them!

username6 ok if this is the shoe lady i don't blame lando for staring she's so pretty omg

yourfriend "the shoe lady" ynusername i've been titled?????

ynusername

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ynusername weirdest work day ever (included today's shoes bc apparently it's a thing now)

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yourfriend that wrap was good as hell tho

ynusername deffo the most exciting part of lunch

username7 wait who is this girl and why does lando follow her?

username8 go to lovestruckln on twitter, she has a whole thread about it!

landonorris ...weird in a good way, right?

username9 your lack of rizz is astounding lando username10 bro STAND UP ynusername weird in an interesting way landonorris i'll take that

landonorris

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landonorris melb, you have my ❤️

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username11 SHOE GIRLLLLLL

username12 i hope they never hard launch and he just keeps posting pics of cool sneakers

georgerussell63 You're welcome

charles_leclerc You did it, you crazy son of a bitch ausgp Where's our credit?? georgerussell63 You put the pieces in play, I moved them into checkmate ynusername you threw a shoe at me. calm down. ausgp He what???

username13 bro's collecting aussies like infinity stones

danielricciardo ?? oscarpiastri No ynusername :// landonorris 😁😁

ynusername you're cool ig 🙄

landonorris your swag style and utter disdain for me has captured my heart ynusername oh my god stop i'm blushing

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request: hiya! i love how funny your smau’s are and i’m begging for an aussie!reader x Lando one. maybe she works for the AusGP and they met in Melbourne? idk -anon

[minxmut-cafe]

𝐻𝑂𝑀𝐸 𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝐻𝑂𝑀𝐸

Pairing : Namjoon x Reader

Word count : 777

Warning : No warning, comfort, soo much comfort, joonie is finally home

Authors Note : WE ARE BACK BITCHES OMG OMGOMGOMGOMG I CANNOT BELIEVE AFTER 18 MONTHS WE FINALLY GOT TO SEE THEM AGAINUSDHHDBDDHD THEY ALL LOOK SO PRECIOUS AND MY SHAYLA NAMJOON, I LOVE HIM SM. I wish I could heal him the way he's healed hundreds of others, and may he never go through what he went through in the military.

Synopsis : "Namjoon's finally discharged and all he wants is to go home to his girl"

The cameras are loud.

They always are, but today they feel like a storm—flashing, clicking, cheering. Namjoon smiles gently, the way he’s trained to, bowing along with Taehyung. The brass glint of the saxophone in his hand catches the sunlight, and someone’s yelling his name behind the barrier. But it’s all a haze.

He can’t hear a thing. Not really. Because all his brain is screaming is one thing, over and over:

Home. Her. Home. Her.

His uniform itches. The air smells too clean. He’s standing on the outside now, after months of dirt and orders and quiet sobs into his pillow when the dorm lights were out. After so many days when the only thing that kept him breathing was your voice—sleepy, loving, soft on the phone, like silk threads tying him back to something real.

The ride back is a blur. He clutches the saxophone the whole way.

You know he said to wait.

So you do.

You’re practically vibrating with excitement, barefoot in his favorite oversized shirt—the one, the ridiculously baggy one with the little bleach stain near the hem that you never dared wash because it still smelled like him. You cooked all his comfort food, every last bit of it, filling the apartment with the scent of home. His drink’s on the counter, ice already sweating down the glass. Your heart is racing.

Every few seconds, you check the clock. You pace. You nearly combust.

And then—

The key turns.

“Joonie—”

You don’t even let him get the door fully shut. You launch yourself at him.

The saxophone clatters somewhere on the floor, forgotten. His mouth opens in surprise and then—

“Baby?”

You’re already clinging to him, arms around his neck, legs half-wrapped around his waist, kissing any part of his face you can reach. His hair, his jaw, his cheeks, his lips—tears spilling down your face as your laughter breaks free.

“You’re really here,” you whisper, cupping his face like he’s made of something holy. “You’re really here, baby—oh my god—”

He breathes in.

You. The scent of your skin, your hair, the warmth of your body against him—soft, real, shaking with emotion.

“I'm home,” he chokes out, voice already trembling. “God, I missed you. I missed you so much.”

You laugh and cry at the same time, running your hands over his back, shoulders, hair—like if you stop, he might disappear again.

Somehow, you make it to the couch, but only barely.

He tackles you gently into the cushions, his entire body weight sinking into yours like he’s trying to bury himself inside your skin. His laugh is breathless, breaking into little sobs as he kisses you through them, your lips salty from both your tears.

“Never again,” you whisper, cupping the back of his head. “You’re home now. You’re safe. You’re mine.”

He kisses you like it’s a promise. Like he’s trying to inhale you. Like you’re the only thing anchoring him to this earth.

“I thought about this,” he murmurs against your throat, “every night. Just this. You. Laughing. Holding me. This stupid couch. I’d have given anything just to touch you—”

“You don’t have to give anything anymore,” you say, wrapping your arms tighter around him. “You already came back. That’s everything.”

And in that living room filled with the scent of home-cooked food, salt tears, and months of aching need finally met, Namjoon lets himself collapse.

Into you. Into safety. Into love.

Because after everything…

He’s finally home.

[yesimwriting]

omg yesss bestie reader origin story

a/n i LOVE creating lore and backstory omg

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The golden rays of light cutting across the woman's face are so delicate, so hazy Armand can almost convince himself that what's in front of him is more than oil paint staining a canvas but an actual encapsulation of light.

"It's interesting, isn't it?" The art consultant's words are an unwelcome intrusion. Though Armand's gallery visits are dwindling in regularity, she's always content to obey that subconscious instinct that warns her of his otherness. She rarely says much without being prompted to. "One of the first paintings we've sold tonight and it's the artist's first gallery piece."

The painting is defined by contradiction. A partially veiled woman studying her reflection by candlelight. She's as haunted as she is content, as made up of shadows as she is of light.

After a beat of silence, the consultant continues, "...If you'd like something similar, I'm familiar with the artist and her agent. I'm sure she'd be willing to show you her portfolio or to speak to you about commissioning a piece." The consultant turns, clasping her hands in front of her briefly before lifting an arm to gesture to the other side of the room. "She's actually right over there, if you'd like to speak to her."

Armand shifts, his focus finally abandoning the painting. The artist, the stranger, defies his halfhearted expectations. You're too wanted, too distracted by a plethora of artists and consumers to feel the weight of his gaze.

Your easiness presses into him as uncomfortably as the painting's contradictions. Your being is shinier than it should be--a bright spot that nearly dulls all else in comparison.

"I'll take it." The response is jarring in its certainty.

The consultant turns her head, blinking at him sheepishly. "Sir...it's already been sold, but I'm--"

"One-hundred." He straightens, his attention returning to the painting in front of him. "Offer a hundred-thousand more than whatever's being paid for it."

The consultant's mind immediately latches onto refusal. This isn't an auction...there are arrangements, pre-existing agreements--a variety of reasons for his offer to mean nothing. However, there are also one-hundred-thousand reasons that she cannot deny him.

She's quiet for a moment, her eyes briefly narrowing as her thoughts dip away from the financial. Her mind floods with thoughts of the artist, the warmth of their limited reactions. The consultant is not overly familiar with you, and yet, some impulse begs her to find a way to keep him away from you. Armand cannot fault her for it.

After another beat of silence, rationality seems to win her over. She dismisses the precautioning guilt swelling in her chest and nods once. "I'll make the arrangements."

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The weight of the glass in your hand is familiar enough, and yet something about the way your fingers bend around its stem makes the object feel like a prop.

You take a breath, forcing your spine to straighten as the air settles in your lungs. This isn't a performance. This is reality.

A gentle hand on your shoulder allows you to feel a little more connected to yourself. "I've never seen so many people stop to look at a first time artist's work." Abigail's practically squealing. "You've got something different than talent--you've got a quality." Your lips part, but before you can respond she squeezes your shoulder a little tighter. "And I discovered you."

She grins before bringing her nearly empty champagne flute to her lips. "Okay, now, when anyone asks what you're working on next, I want you to keep it light. We don't want to establish your branding too early. Just say you're excited to be putting together your first collection."

Great--the collection that's only common thread seems to be a vague yet undeniable sense of directionless. You nod once, downing the last of your glass's contents in a single drink. "I'm gonna get another drink."

"Okay," she hums, pulling her hand away from your arm, "Remember--light."

You nod at the instruction before walking into the crowd aimlessly. It'd be an easy thing to get another drink, to give yourself something tangible to focus on when you have nothing worth saying. But you don't feel like drinking...or breaking down everything you say about yourself to other people.

You just--you need some air.

The art gallery isn't overly full, but there's enough movement that it doesn't take much to briefly disappear. You abandon your empty glass on a forgotten table as you walk towards the side door.

There's a sharpness to the evening air that presses itself against your skin. It's strangely grounding.

A few minutes of thought, of planning, and you'll be able to go back in there and project the artist that Abigail wants you to be. She's a tough manager, but her methods work. You'll get used to it.

You sigh, leaning against a blank part of the wall. It's a good thing that Abigail doesn't want you answering any specific questions right now. It gives you--

A soft groan pulls you out of your thoughts. You walk forward, steps measured as you approach the small space between buildings. The alley is a small, dark thing that twists at your stomach.

After a beat, you lay a hand against the wall, leaning towards the alleyway without actually stepping into it. "Hello?" There's no response. Hm. Maybe the champagne's getting to you more than you thought.

You straighten, a little more ready to re-enter the building than you were before being reminded of the very real prospect of murderers that lurk in alleys just like this one.

"You're not supposed to be out here." There's a hint of unease to the voice that isn't enough to undermine its warmth. You step towards it, letting go of the wall and officially entering the alley.

From here, you can see past the piles of cardboard boxes and trash bags. There's a figure so far down the walkway the streetlights don't reach them.

Technically, the stranger is right. Even if the gallery didn't have a strict alleyway loitering policy, you still wouldn't have a right to be out here. You're supposed to be inside, chatting with other artists and critics about your vague yet niche yet artistic yet unpretentious future art plans. But there's little chance the stranger knows that.

You straighten, chin lifting slightly. "You're not either."

The sound that follows is either a scoff or a laugh. Maybe you'd be able to tell if you knew the stranger any better. As if sensing your uncertainty, the stranger steps forward. "Technically."

He's still obscured by shadows, but from here, you can make out the base of his features. You know that appearances aren't an indicator of morality, but the man in front of you doesn't look like a killer. Or at the very least, not a very good one.

A beat of silence passes. The stranger takes another step towards you. "It's cold for you to be out here without a jacket, isn't it?"

You're not sure what to make of his assessment. "Not that cold."

He takes a few steps forward. "Why are you out here?" There's no accusation or expectation in the question, just a cautious curiosity.

"I just..." The rehearsed answer feels small, shallow. This stranger doesn't know you, has no way of knowing anything about you, and yet something leaves you feeling like he can see straight through you. "I needed some air." The prospect of being perceived when you wanted a break from it leaves you uneasy. "What about you?"

He blinks, as if he hadn't exactly considered the possibility of the question coming back to him. "Also needed air."

You nod. "Cool."

"...Cool," he echoes, the word almost uncertain. "Are you sure you're not looking for anything else?"

The bluntness of the question throws you. This guy seems nice enough, but he's still a total stranger. "Yeah, I'm sure, but if I change my mind you--guy I met in alley--will be the first to know."

He's quiet for so long you almost convince yourself that you were a little too mean, but then, he tilts his head just enough for you to notice what might be a smile. "Thank God." When the joke doesn't ease you, he takes another step forward. "You just--you seem a little tense."

You're not sure if you're more unnerved by his familiarity or by how easy it seems to reciprocate. You fold your arms across your chest, fingers pressing into your arms in an attempt to create warmth. "We're strangers. For all you know, I'm always like this."

His smile doesn't falter. "Louis de Pointe de Lac."

You hesitate before reluctantly offering him your name in return. Once you do, he takes another step towards you. The light's catching him a little easier now. The more you see him, the less nervous you feel about him. "Now we're not strangers."

You drag your hands up and down your arms. "Technically." You're quiet for a second, before finally relenting. "Abigail, my manager, is just so obsessed with image, and I get it. That's her job, but mine is to pick what I make. And I just--I don't know, everything about it feels so synthetic." You sigh. "That probably sounds really dumb."

"It doesn't." He pauses, pressing his lips together before approaching the alleyway's end. He's close enough now to seem like a person. "We can talk about it inside, if you want."

The night air is rapidly shifting away from cool and towards frigid. You like the thought of re-entering the building with him more than you probably should. "Why do you want to talk to me at all?"

He studies you for a second before lifting a shoulder in a barely there shrug. You're once again unsettled by how easy you think it'd be to like him. "Beats the cold."

You return his partial shrug before walking forward. "I guess it does."

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE SIREN'S CALL.

fandom. formula one

pairing. oscar piastri x fem!reader (fc: none)

about. y/n is a professional mermaid and oscar is her greatest admirer

content warnings. social media au spanning over a long time, not edited/proofread

notes. i got one of those aesthetic professional mermaid tiktoks on my fyp at like 2am... the idea has been stuck in my head since then lol

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername Conquering the big seas with my new mermaid tail. Super excited for the big show this weekend🧜‍♀️

mermaidaquilla gorgeous pictures, the color really suits you <3

⤷ yourusername thank you, aquilla 🫶 we need to go for a dive soon!

⤷ mermaidaquilla oh for sure, let me know when you have time :)

user you're incredible, y/n

user oh my god these pictures are insane??

user i can't wait for the show, going to an aquarium just for you!

⤷ yourusername ahh, thank you so much for your support darling 💗

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername Happy (future) World Oceans Day! @/mermaidaquilla and I'll be doing a special show on June 8th, streaming on several platforms to raise awareness and money for our oceans 🌊 We await your attendance, tell your friends and family about it!

mermaidaquilla so happy to do this show with you love!

⤷ yourusername me as well, i'm so honored we will do this together 🥹

user oh my god, collab of my dreams finally come true

⤷ user so happy for y/n to be recognized by the bigger creators!

user marking the day on my calendar!

user my daugher loved you in your last show, thank you for brining magic a bit closer to us

user hold on, what is oscar doing in her likes...

⤷ user who??

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername I've started diving when I was just a little girl and now my job is my child hood dream... I'm a mermaid and belong to the seas. I'm so thankful for all the support I've received, hopefully to many years to come with Mermaid Y/n 💕🪸

mermaidaquilla your journey is incredible, i admire you so much for your drive, you're the mermaid of my dreams. so happy for you that you've made it love!

⤷ yourusername without you it wouldn't have been possible!! i can only thank YOU for being my biggest supporter since the beginning 💗

user every time i'm blown away by the pictures you post

user thank you for making the mermaid community bigger!

user MOTHER Y/N WE'RE SO PROUD

user mother is mothering FR

user HOLD ON WHY IS THERE A MAN ON THE LAST SLIDE??

⤷ user so i'm not the only one who noticed??? is this an official soft launch????

⤷ user i think so? y/n never posted someone without tagging them..

⤷ user our mermaid found her merman 😭

oscarpiastri Congratulations, y/n. You absolutely deserve it 👏

⤷ user OSCAR COMMENTED!!! I REPEAT, OSCAR COMMENTED!!!

⤷ user oh he's brave

⤷ user you mean more like he finally got his shit together. this is his first comment ever after being a whole year in her likes 💀

OSCARPIASTRI

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oscarpiastri "She's everything and I'm just Ken."

yourusername But you're very good at car, love 🫶

⤷ oscarpiastri At least that 🫡

user OSCAR HAS A GF, I REPEAT, OSCAR HAS A GF AND SHE'S PRETTY!!!

user omg barbie y/n and her clumsy ken, i love this

landonorris congrats mate!

logansargeant FINALLY!

⤷ oscarpiastri You're acting as if we just came together...

⤷ logansargeant Well, it did take you long enough

user my new fav wag

⤷ user fr, no one can beat a mermaid

user HE FINALLY BAGGED THE GIRL!!

⤷ user took him over a year in the likes.. i feel so proud

user hold on... DOES ANYONE REMEMBER LUCY'S THREAD ABT THE BIRTHDAY PARTY IN JANUARY WITH Y/N AS MERMAID

⤷ user WAIT I THINK YOU'RE ACTUALLY ONTO SMTH

⤷ user are you saying that 'prince eric' is OSCAR MF PIASTRI???

⤷ user his sister is an icon if this is actually true

⤷ user someone give her an award for the greatest matchmaker of the decade (right after oscar and y/n receiving one of the greatest lovestory of the decade)

⤷ user childhood friends to lovers with a twist (only if the whole thing is true which i'm manifesting rn)

user my god the delusion some people have 💀

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ARKHAM MAID 2024

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂

description: in which lucy bronze and the england captain feel like four years is long enough to hide a relationship especially since they have just won the euros

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Lucy Bronze x female reader

this is all fiction!

warnings: fluff, a 4 year age gap and sarcastic lucy and reader

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y/n just posted

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y/n It's set in now. Five days later, and it has set in.

This team, these girls, this journey has been nothing short of amazing, determined and fantastic, I have been so incredibly lucky to be able to be a part of it.

Thank you England,

Thank you football,

Thank you Lionesses.

And I'll tell you what?

The kids are alright x

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username1: SO EXCITED TO HAVE YOU BACK IN BARCA!!!❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙

username2: I'm crying omg 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username3: best england captain EVER ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

leahwilliamsonn: Such a sap, but the best captain we could have asked for ! ❤️

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y/n: Couldn't have done it without my best friend/vice captain holding me up! ❤️

lucybronze: <3

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y/n: <3

keirawalsh: I will never get over you and Sarina cutting your wedding cake ... 😭🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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y/n: shoulda seen the proposal ;) 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

stanwaygeorgia: I'm still crying at your dance moves in the locker room 😂😭

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mbrighty04: fucking decked herself 😂😂😂

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racheldaly3: just laid there for a sec too. 😂😂😂

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1maryearps: "I'm okay, just tired of how life hates me" - y/n after just winning the euros 2022 and decking herself in the locker room. 😂

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username4: HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH

jillscottjs8: Still crying even now !

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y/n: the look on your face was worth any pain we went through! xx

alessiarusso99: Just Buzzin' ❤️

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y/n: Buzzin man

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ellatoone: just buzzin dude

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alessiarusso99: hate you both sm smh! 🙄

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lucybronze just posted

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lucybronze back to Barca!

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username1: ayyyyyyyy!!! VAMOS BARCA!!! ❤️💙❤️💙

username2: SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU BACK IN BLUE AND RED 💙❤️💙❤️

username3: ArE YOU DATING Y/N!!

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username4: I think they're just friends! 🤷‍♀️

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username5: NA they are dating! They live together!

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username6: AND? people can live together without dating

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username7: EYES DON'T LIE 😩

keirawalsh: lovely picture of me there, thanks!

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lucybronze: welcome mate! 😁

y/n: that photo of me, really?

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lucybronze: had to give the fans something to thirst over 👍

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y/n: i hate you sm 🙄

marialeonn16: happy to have you back! ❤️💙

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lucybronze just posted on her story

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twitter/X

y/n.bronze: Here is a thread of instances which confirm that Lucy and y/n are together in my mind - the bottom of the thread is where it gets good!

How Lucy looked at her during the post match interview after beating Spain??? Like, her eyes were literally heart shaped??? I want that!

When y/n was knocked over during the Sweden game and Lucy didn't even hesitate to square up, her face was so worried, and she only stopped when y/n GRABBED HER HAND?!

Ellie, in a livestream for City YESTERDAY saying that she would stay with Lucy and y/n, confirming they live together - which we already thought!

Then going on to say they have a spare room - even though Lucy has said multiple times she lives in a two bed apartment and y/n has never said anything about her 'place'!

The fact when y/n scored in the Sweden game she ran at Lucy first??? AND JUMPED ON HER

The fact y/n left ARSENAL - her childhood team - to go play for Barca only months after Lucy had and she even admitted in an interview LUCY WAS A BIG PART OF THAT DECISION

when Lucy called y/n in an interview the other day and she answered with 'hi my love???' LIKE????

THE FACT THAT THE MOST RECENT BARCA TRAINING PHOTO Y/N HAS LUCY'S TRAINING TOP ON - AND WHEN KEIRA NOTICED SHE MOVED SLIGHTLY TO PLACE HERSELF IN FRONT OF THE NUMBER SO THE CAMERA COULDN'T SEEE

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fr I need friends that dedicated to hiding my relationship

LASTLY - the fact they went on holiday together after the euros after Ibiza, and the photos ... the PHOTOS

okay, I'm done, they're soooo dating, thank you.

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username1: omg this is so good!

username2: ELLIE SAID WHAT?

username3: omg this is Sherlock level of deduction ability

username4: THE PHOTOS???????? IS THAT THEM

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y/n.bronze: 'rumoured' to be - but look at the hair! It is SOOOOO y/n!

username5: nahhh Wonze for life!

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username6: how can you read all of that and still pick the wrong answer?!

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lucybronze sunshine in my life, even when the sky is dark...

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alessiarusso99: her body looks so good here omg 😭😭

ellatoone: 😏😏

mbrighty04: this feels illegal omg 😳

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racheldaly3: TELL ME ABOUT IT

y/n: 😶

leahwilliamsonn: heheh 🙂

Lj10: this is sweet :)

keirawalsh: sunshine and hair goals apparently 😚

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y/n.bronze: OMG LUCY'S NEW POST - IS THIS CONFIRMATION???

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username1: AND ALL THE TEAMS COMMENTS???

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username2: the caption? the photo? the comments? the lack of tag?

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username3: they have to be together?

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username4: SOFT LAUNCH SOFT LAUNCH SOFT LAUNCH

y/n.bronze: THE NEW TATTOO! IT IS A STRAWBERRY ON HER SHOULDER - lucy uses the strawberry emoji allllll the time!

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y/n idk what you guys are on about - we're just friends ??

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lucybronze: I know right?

username1: UMMMM? 🧐🧐🧐🧐

username2: went from soft launch to MAYBE HARD LAUNCH realll quick?

username3: but like this makes me feel as if they aren't dating?! And that this is just a joke !

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username4: yeah this feels like they are laughing at the rumours

keirawalsh: two besties, that's all I see

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y/n: I know, how odd ! 😁

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leahwilliamsonn: I thought it was so obvious as well.

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lucybronze: People loveeeee to talk ig 🤷‍♀️

username5: I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE 🥲

y/n.bronze: okay, this has thrown even me off I won't lie!

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username5: maybe we were wrong?

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y/n.bronze: I really didn't think so tho ...

alexiaputellas: clearly just amigas 🤷‍♀️

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y/n.bronze: I KNEW IT - I FUCKING KNEW IT !

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okay really did enjoy this one - (hope this is what the anon wanted) the amount of Lucy Bronze content and fics I have queued is kinda worrying but I have been a fan of Lucy since she played for SUNDERLAND

which is insane that's a bit too long really

my gay ass

but I am a die hard West Ham Fan and a Sunderland fan (due to my best friend WEST HAM TIL I DIE FORST AND FUCKING FOREMOST) - I know, it is hard - so it is insane how long I have been a fan of her but I reallyyyyy enjoyed writing this and I enjoy writing these actually.

When I originally started drafting these they were just for myself and when I posted LJ's I thought no one would really see it - so to have people be so kind and so happy to request has really made my smile!

So thank you for your support! And more incoming!

Love

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[grimmfauna]

Pokeworld Native Kaito AU

Original Post thread with @akaluan

Professor Kisuke being the cryptid of the pokemon research world is so fucking funny yet so on brand. Man really posts incredibly thorough research with well thought conclusions (though the initial inception of the experiments seem almost spontaneous and on a whim) and then doesn't answer questions unless you ask them in person. Which is a problem, since no one knows where his lab is aside from the general region he lives in, he doesn't seem to travel to any of the conventions, and somehow has almost no online presence??? He's a mystery all on his own /silly

It's funny that you point out Kaito doesn't introduce himself with his last name, because to be entirely fair, I don't think the wider pokemon research world even KNOWS Kisuke has a kid (potentially 2 if he's adopted Uryuu here too). So even if they found out his name was discovered to be Urahara, I think people would initially sort of laugh it off as a funny coincidence because it probably wouldn't have occurred to them that Kiskue might already have a kid old enough to go on their adventure.

It's perfect if Kaito doesn't yet reveal that 'Professor Urahara' is his dad because wow, that professor seemed really excited and he needs a minute to process this before he escalates to THAT conversation.

I'M CRYING, Kisuke desperately trying to get Kaito to explain only for Kaito to ignore him, give him a quick update on how his journey has been going since the last time they called as a check in, and then HANG UP

Bonus points if the professor he's talking to that found his response familiar THINKS KAITO IS JUST ALSO A FAN of Kisuke's work and NOT HIS SON. Kaito is keeping that shit to his chest for now, though he's internally amused that wow, his father must really be a hermit if there (seems) to be no photos for people to compare him against because he DOES look a TON like his dad. (Though to be fair, Kisuke and Yoruichi probably covered their tracks and scrubbed their online presence fairly well when they left the Sereitei region)

Omg Yoruichi is the in game plot armor that minimizes the realistic affects world ending plots would normally have /silly

God, we could probably go AWHILE on trying to convert Aizen's plan into something that fits the pokeworld and how Ichigo was supposed to fit into his plan and so on but for now that's probably not really necessary unless we're gonna talk about Kaito running into him or any of his subordinates. Though it might be interesting to consider how Baby or Toddler Kaito being with Kisuke and actually physically present in their lives for the Exile affects things, because THIS Aizen will have been aware of Kaito's existence since the start, unlike Dragon Eclipse Aizen, unless Kisuke, Yoruichi, and Tessai somehow managed to hide Kaito's birth from everyone...? And that begs the question of why would they feel the need to do that.

Though Aizen might have some problems getting to Kaito now that Giratina is in the picture and would absolutely banish someone to the shadow realm if it perceived them a threat to Kaito. AND Giratina would only feel even more vindicated in doing so if it knew Aizen's history with the adults, so surely that gets brownie points with Yuroichi /silly

[byanyan]

ㅤan exhale of breath that isn't quite a sigh or a scoff, rather something in between, passes through byan's lips as they find themself fighting the instinctual urge to roll their eyes at the words 'academic writing.' a great deal of willpower also goes in to biting back the comment they want to make about formality being boring as shit and that at least a little profanity makes writing the tiniest bit fun. this isn't a career path they have any plans of following, they're only in this class because they have to be (and it's arguably their least favourite, given that reading has never come easy for them), so why do they even have to learn to write in a way they're never going to end up using anyway? it's infuriating, and the only thing allowing them to hold their tongue, even as their expression sours at the sight of all the green ink on the second page, is the fact that professor grace is one of the few teachers they've ever had who's been tolerable.

ㅤㅤ" doesn't seem like i got a lotta choice. "ㅤresponse flat, their lip twitches slightly, arms raising to fold almost defensively over their chest as they eye the paper. discussing the issues with it in private is more appealing than the idea of it happening in class with everyone around to hear, but they're still not going to enjoy it.ㅤ" i thought this was one'a my better ones, but yeah, sure, might as well tell me what's wrong with it. looks like it's gonna take a while though, can i at least sit down 'fore you hand my ass to me? "

mx. byun. → “I DID NOTICE THAT,” Professor Grace acknowledges. “Although it would be preferable if you didn’t use any profanity in your writing. I can see that you have a lot of strong opinions about Orlando, but unfortunately, academic writing does require a certain amount of…formality when it comes to writing.” Not that he expects Mx. Byan to go into academic writing for a career (they don’t strike Patrick as the academic type anyways), but good writing skills may very well help them. At least that’s what Professor Grace hopes.

Lifting the unburnt corner of the paper, he flips to the second page, where he’s made a few comments and underscores in green ink. In other words, this is the reason this meeting is happening in the first place. “I’d like to go over some parts of your paper before you start your revisions- I figured it might be easier if we talk it out before I return this to you in class. Would that be alright with you?”

[felassan]

I received a few asks around a similar topic, so I'm popping them together here. ( ´ ▽ ` ) DA:TV spoilers under cut.

[the Felassan Files]

hello! ◕‿◕ thank you for the lovely and fun ask messages!!

lavendervoids asked: "i’ve been dying to know what ur reaction was to seeing felassan in the game was???? the moment i saw him i was yelling and hollering and my first thought was “omg what does tumblr user felassan think of this” LMAO and thank you for all the documenting you’ve been doing up until and past the release of the game, i ended up blocking every dragon age tag a couple months back to avoid any sort of spoilers but i still came to your blog everyday cause i knew you wouldn’t spoil me haha"

hhhh ( ´ ▽ ` ) tysm for thinking of me at that time!! and for the nice comment about this blog and visiting it. I'm really glad to know that my approach to spoiler tagging etc has been okay for you.

littlerune asked: "i don't even know you but you and dragon age felassan are so intrinsically linked in my brain that when he appeared in veilguard all i thought was "ohhhh i wonder how tumblr user felassan feels about this"

hhhh :D 🥺 thankyou so much for thinking of me!! ♡ some say that his ghost operates this tumblr blog, or that he lives still

songofamazon asked: "I'm still on my first play of the game, but whenever I got to the memories in the Crossroads, I thought to myself, "I hope Tumblr Felassan is having a great time. Did you?"

I had a great time playing the game and when playing the Crossroads memories sections, I loved them a lot, they were very cool and a highlight of the game. thankyou sm and for thinking of me, and I hope that you did too!!

phantabula-interactive asked: "im so glad you're enjoying the game!! I had to ask; how did you feel about seeing Felassan in game?? I was so excited to see the notes from him, I wasn't expecting a boss fight MUCH LESS. FULL CAMEO!!! They made him a lot prettier than I was expecting too (/pos)"

thankyou!! I hope that you've been enjoying it too!

so: I was sooo excited and shook to see Felassan in the game!!! I was like

(I yelped/hooted out loud like a clown) and then

and then it was suddenly like too much (pos) and my soul left my body and i astral projected into space/paradise/the Astral Plane/the Void or something etc

and then it took me some time to process or gather my thoughts about it.

obviously I was super hoping that we would see him in the game. I was sure that there would at least be some references to him in codexes/notes etc or allusions made in passing dialogue like Cole and Solas' lines about him in Trespasser. then when the marketing mentioned that we would see flashbacks from Solas' past in the Crossroads, I was like aaa omg, wouldn't that be the perfect time to actually show Felassan??, as a Fade memory or flashback or spirit echo or something. so then I was hoping like 🕯️🕯️🕯️ and yea. but even so, still when I saw him in game for the first time it was still a huge shocked Pikachu moment for me.

I was already feeling psyched from the first Felassan codex/note that I found, then I couldn't believe (pos) just how many codexes/notes scattered around written by him that there was?? I was already feeling spoiled (not spoiled by spoilers but like spoiled from eating good) from that (a bunch of codexes/notes might not seem like a lot but when your fav is a side character that has only appeared in one [1] tie-in novel..) and then he goes and actually APPEARS, AAAA. I feel like I ate so good. with the Betrayal fight and the rune at the end as well, it felt like he was threaded throughout the game and was really haunting the narrative. some assorted thoughts:

first of all everything about his DA:TV appearances/DA:TV references continues to underscore that he is the greatest of all time

it also continues to underscore the pain of his death/story and of his friendship with Solas

may I please go and start a new life living in Solas' memories of Felassan on repeat. i simply do not care that my body would waste away in the waking world from lack of sustenance

in the endgame I was trying to concentrate and punch Elgar'nan in the face and save the world but I like couldn't see straight through the tears after having been given Felassan's Magical Boyfriend Super Rune (morrigan pls.. what a way to twist the KNIFE at an extremely critical moment for thedas hhhh..)

expansion pack where we relive Solas' memories of him and Felassan dating (he didn't deserve Felassan tho fr. but then, does anyone..?)

I know that Felassan would treat Lavellan sooooo right. so well. so respectfully. felassan would pull their chair out for them at restaurants and open car doors and whatever

Betrayal of Felassan refers to Solas' betrayal of Felassan, not Felassan's betrayal of Solas

also i love how they made him DEVASTATINGLY handsome?? in the game (they didnt need to go that hard), but also how, at the same time - even before the TME Deluxe edition illustrations, we all just inherently knew deep in our bones that he was, you could simply just tell from his energy and vibes and dialogue even in only the written word. cool rolls off this guy in waves, and always has done

did his model have smoky winged eye makeup? love that. love that for him

I liked his sense of style. the hair his model has happened to be one of the ones I was debating using for my Rook. it's one of my fav ones from the CC

I appreciated the attention they paid to detail when making his model. Mythal vallaslin, violet/purple eyes, an undercut - as he was previously described or shown in TME, dev social media comments and the TME deluxe illustrations

I liked the actor they chose for him, his voice was cool

I felt like his codexes and notes that he wrote captured his voice and his character. you can see the depth of his loyalty and devotion to his friend, his concerns, and he retains his 'voice' in terms of some snark, wit etc

it's fun thinking about whether Felassan originally manifested from the Fade (and if so, what was he a spirit of) or whether he was born the usual way of other elves. (it could be either one)

Betrayal of Felassan as a manifested embodied regret and its lines like "his back, turned".. very raw. that fight was hard enough mechanically for me as it was, then the lines were like being hamstrung LOL. how could they??? (pos/lh)

I always thought that, a long time ago, Solas was essentially the player character in a different game, the main character of another story. the leader of his own group of companions and friends on their own quest (to stop the Evanuris), and that Felassan was one of those companions. Alistair to his Hero of Ferelden if you will. in DA:TV we learn that not only was he one of his companions, he was basically the second-in-command of his rebellion, a General, his closest friend aside from Mythal and his right-hand man.

he was so cool back in his heyday

pain. paaaaain. but like in a good way (I unironically love to be hurt by stories pls continue 💀...)

there are a few further posts containing more bits of my reaction and thoughts scattered through my Felassan tag. ^^

There were also a few other asks about this in my inbox, but Tumblr appears to have eaten them?? :< so if you've asked me about Felassan and my reaction since launch but the message isn't in this post, thankyou sm and I'm very sorry. 😔 pls feel free to re-send it. :)

I do remember that one of the vanished messages asked me what the Slaughter of the Pillars boss regret refers to - the Pillars of the Earth are the Titans. ("Hail Mythal, adjudicator and savior! She has struck down the pillars of the earth and rendered their demesne unto the People! Praise her name forever!") That undead boss embodies another of Solas' greatest regrets, namely what he and Mythal did to the Titans during the war with them - sundering every Titan from their spirit, severing them from their dreams, which resulted in the Blight as the dreams were driven mad. it also in a sense broke the dwarves in two and caused the fall of the fate of the dwarven people. Beyond the mural-memory that pertains to this in DA:TV, there are depictions of this time in the ancient past in the DA:TV artbook: [one, two]. Annotations there describe Solas rendering the Titans tranquil and capturing their souls; dwarves as a consequence then losing their connection to magic and fleeing into the now-Tranquil earth; and the Evanuris then building Elvhenan using the power of the captured Titan souls.

[someprettyname]

HI HI HI i cant stop thinking about your kaiser hc about calling him different things in bed. this man makes me absolutely feral omg

ehehe you mean this?

okay I'm so sorry for the late reply I was really excited about replying to this but then I saved it in my drafts and accidentally forgot 😭

WELCOME TO THE KAISER BRAINROT HELL NON-NON 😈

Oh my god i haven't written smut before i'm so shy right now I hope it's good

[ Minors be responsible and DNI, I'm not responsible if you do. ]

i didn't mention too much of what I was thinking when I typed it back then but I had a feeling you know?

Your legs were thrown over his shoulders and face scrunched up in pleasure, sparks shooting through you with each thrust. Your lips swollen with how much you had bit them, how long have you both been going at it now? You've lost the track of time and yet somehow his thrusts keep getting stronger. Faster. Rougher. Your eyes fly open with a particularly sharp thrust and the sight above you makes you gasp, his face was flushed and eyebrows thread together. Fuck. He looked so hot. You feel a familiar coil in the pit of your belly. You whine, your head falling back on the pillow. You grip the sheets to ground yourself, but to no avail.

"Mi- michael i-"

"Kaiser." He growls.

Your eyes are met with sharp azure ones the moment they fly open. He leans forward, gripping your chin, harshly so.

"Say it." His voice so deep and husky, pupils so blown it makes you shiver and gasp. "Who am I?"

"Kaiser." You moan out without a question, who were you to question your emperor anyways?

"Kaiser i'm... i-"

"Good." He cuts you off with a particularly hard thrust, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. "Let go, schatz. Make a mess."

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, grunting as your familiar scent envelops his senses - his thrusts slow and deliberate. This is how he expressed it, he might not be the best with words but he was determined to make you feel his love. The exact love which makes him feel warm and fuzzy in his chest. He had never felt it before, but it felt so good. So humane. Hence, he was determined to make you feel so good you can't take it.

He presses soft yet firm kisses on your neck, making you shiver and whine, your back arching against his chest.

"Kaiser..." you whine, nails clawing at his back as you pull him more into you wanting to feel more of his skin on yours. He groans as you do, pulling away enough to take your lips in a brief kiss.

"Shh," he presses another kiss on your jaw, fingers threading through your hair. The tenderness in his words betraying the roughness in his voice, "it's Michael, liebe." Because right now, in this moment, he was Michael. His bare heart pulled out and laid in front of you for you to take care of and love.

You whine, biting your lips. You knew what that meant, and it didn't help with the shiver that ran up your spine. Damn it. This man will drive you crazy one day. Your grip on him tightens, "Michael!! Fuck, please don't stop!!" You moan.

He smiles, nibbling on your ears "Good girl."

[ divider from @/cafekitsune ]

a/n : alright. It's decent. I think? If it's not, pardon. It's my first ever attempt at smut. I'll go pass out now OMG. 😭🙏🏻

[tinydefector]

Hooray!!! Omg i’m so happy lol. I’m definitely going to be smiling for the rest of my day. I finally had time to think about it and how about a platonic familial scenario with mtmte magnus and the ambassador on break and casually chatting, fluff please. let me know if you need more details, and take your time <3

(i’ve been having data problems so hopefully this ask sends through 😅)

Out of the bag - human effects

I had so much fun writing this Buddee and I hope you like it!.

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The ambassador sat quietly working through files while on the desk, fingers pinching their temple as they re-read the text. A hot drink beside them as they worked. Ultra Magnus sat at the desk as he too worked. It would have been rather funny to look at, A large alien robot sitting at his desk working while his co-worker who was much smaller sat on the same desk on their own seat with a desk. They looked almost like they were a toy figure. 

They take a sip of their drink and roll their shoulders slightly. "Please tell me I don't have to fix another 15 files of Rodimus getting side tracked again and typing out random words like Chinchilla?" They mumble almost like a pray.

Ultra Magnus cycled a weary ex-vent, field rippling with long-suffering patience. "I'm afraid so, Ambassador. The captain seems...incapable of submitting forms in any semblance of proper order." He pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensor, nearly the same pose as them. an unmistakably human mannerism picked up from long acquaintance. "At this rate, reconciling his haphazard paperwork will occupy the majority of your work cycle."

Magnus observed the ambassador's flagging energy levels with mild concern. "Perhaps you should take a brief respite. Overexerting yourself serves no purpose - I can handle the captain's responsibilities for the time being."

His tone, while stern, held an undercurrent of genuine care. Despite their differences, he cared deeply for the ambassador; their well-being remained in everyone's best interests. 

"The schedules can wait. I suspect you've had enough excitement for one orn already." A hint of dryly amused. "I'll be alright Magnus, Just got a headache and sore. Really wasn't planning on dealing with reports, but it beats having to do holovids with Prowl, I want to strangle that mech some times." They reply leaning back in their seat, bringing their drink up and holding it in their hands as they close their eyes for a moment.

Prowl's combative nature makes diplomatic discourse a...trial, to say the least." He cycled another heavy ex-vent. "Though I must say, your own entanglements have proven equally...taxing, of late." Magnus leveled them with a pointed look, with a hint of mild disapproval.

"I trust you understand the risks involved, consorting so closely with the crew. Propriety and protocol exist for good reason - to maintain order and prevent compromising our mission." 

Yet beneath the stern admonishment, a thread of genuine concern shone through. "I only caution you to tread carefully, little one. The games played aboard this ship can be...treacherous, for those caught unawares."

His gaze softened marginally. "I would not see you come to harm, simply for wishing to find companionship in these trying times. Despite what you and others may think i do care about you" 

Embarrassment slowly works its way into their system as they look down as if they were a child who just got caught stealing something. "How.. how did you" they start not knowing how to continue talking. "Come now, Ambassador - did you truly think your...activities would escape my notice?" Magnus replied, a hint of wryness in tone.

He shook his helm slightly. "I may be strict, but I'm not blind. The signs were...quite evident.” Leaning back in his chair, Magnus fixed the ambassador with a measured look. "I'll not lecture you on proper conduct - Primus knows life aboard this ship is complicated enough as it is." Attempting to soothe their clear discomfort. "However, I must urge caution. Entanglements with subordinates."

They continue to look down for a moment processing his words. "I know, I wasn't planning on getting involved with anyone, it just sort of happened. Told Ratchet that it was to stay on the down low, and Ratchet had the same concern about risk, he wanted to make sure if something did happen with other bots outside of him and Drift that i had someone to trust if something happened. I was just worried that if you, Rodimus or Megatron found out. My job was gone" they mumble, they were filled with so much anxiety and panic over the situation only for the mech they feared the most about it to just say he knew. 

Magnus cycled a heavy vent. "I see. That...explains certain observations, I must admit." He rubbed a servo over his faceplate. "Ratchet and Drift, of all mechs. I confess, I had not anticipated that particular entanglement."

Fixing the ambassador with a level stare, Magnus continued, "However, you needn't fear repercussions from myself or the others." A hint of wryness entered his tone. " We've all been there, at one point or another." 

They let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you Magnus, and I'm making sure to look after myself. Woah just wasn't expecting to be having this conversation with you is all. You have no idea how much fear I had about you finding out about my um.. 'activities'. You bots aren't exactly subtle about your 'human fucker' content  " they state before slowly having another mouthful of their drink.

He nodded in acknowledgement. "I understand your concern. confess, even I am not entirely immune to the temptations that arise. However, I endeavor to maintain strict protocols."  Magnus continued solemnly, "I cannot - and will not - control the personal affairs of my crew. That is a burden I do not wish to bear."

A hint of wryness entered his tone. "Though I must admit, the antics of Megatron and Rodimus have certainly tested my patience on more than one occasion. They are both very fond of you"

“I had a feeling they were. Magnus you being tempted, now that's new to me, I'm sorry they are causing you trouble” they chuckle, smiling up at him, enjoying the banter.  

"Ratchet and Drift both know I'm not interested in a relationship, it's mainly just stress relief, and i think Sunstreaker just has a bjt of a kink for someone who isn't going to scratch his paint" they confirm, making him aware of yet another bot involved. Magnus's optics widened fractionally at the mention of Sunstreaker - another unexpected development in this tangled web. "I see. So Sunstreaker as well, hmm?"

”It would appear you...ambassador has been quite diligent in cultivating a support network aboard this ship." Fixing the human with a measured look, Magnus continued, "And you are certain this...arrangement suits you? Entanglements with the crew, regardless of intent, can prove...complicated."

The nod. “Yes, I'm content and want to keep this on the down low, I don't need it getting back to my superiors on earth, nor do I need Prowl making issues of it.” They explain. In truth they were very happy with the arrangement, and felt less guilty now that they were talking with Ultra Magnus over the situation. 

"I merely wish to ensure you are not inadvertently placing yourself in jeopardy, little one." Magnus paused, considering his next words carefully. "However, if this provides you the stress relief you require, then I shall refrain from further commentary." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Though I must admit, I'm somewhat impressed by your...resilience, in the face of such formidable suitors."

It makes their face fluster as they look away from him quickly. “That's not funny and you know it” they huff under their breath only for him to let out a soft rumbled noise. Shaking his helm ruefully, the Autobot commander returned his attention to the ever-present datapads. "Very well. You have my discretion and, should you need, my counsel as well."

"They have all been good to me, very respectful and accommodating. They mainly have been dead quiet about involvement because of you actually." They hum. "Well technically you, Megatron and Rodimus. You three I do look up to alot, and your opinion means alot to me. I was just worried you would have me court martialled and shipped back to earth for fraternization "

Magnus's field rippled with a mix of surprise and begrudging respect. "I see." 

"While I cannot condone such...personal entanglements, I confess I am impressed by your discretion thus far. It speaks to a level of maturity and pragmatism I had not anticipated." Magnus met their gaze steadily. "You have proven yourself a valuable asset to this ship. I would not see that jeopardized, simply due to youthful indiscretions." 

With that now out of the way they sit there quietly before looking up at ultra Magnus from their spot sitting on the desk. "Could I have a hug, at the moment I can feel myself shaking from the fear and anxiety " they try to joke and make light of how afraid they were of him finding out. 

Magnus regarded the ambassador with a soft expression, field pulsing understanding. "Of course." He gently scooped them up, cradling their small frame against his chest in a rare display of tenderness. "There is no need to fear, Ambassador." His deep voice rumbled with reassurance as he lightly stroked their back.

They lean their head against his plating, relaxing against him.  "Thank you, you're a real one Magnus. No one will ever change that" Magnus rumbled softly, the vibration soothing against the ambassador's frame. "You are most welcome. I am merely doing what I believe is right."

He gently adjusted his hold, ensuring their comfort as they leaned into him. A rare, small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You have earned my trust, Ambassador. That is no small feat."

With that, Magnus simply held the ambassador, allowing them the chance to find solace in the steadiness of his frame. And in truth he rather enjoyed holding them close. 

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[sunnydalescoobiies]

†  ――――        BUFFY  ALWAYS  KNEW  THAT  THIS  JOURNEY  WAS  GOING  TO  BE  A  LONG,  PERILOUS  ONE,  BEING  BY  CARDAN'S  SIDE,  not  to  mention  exhausting.  she  never  heard  anyone  complain  as  much  as  she  did  cardan,  and  you  would  think  she'd  be  used  to  it  by  now,  since  it  had  been  weeks  since  they  set  out  on  this  adventure.  she  couldn't  blame  him  too  much.  this  was  a  world  he  was  not  used  to  and  one  that  was  filled  with  deadly  aspects  that  could  cause  him  to  grow  weak  or  even  bring  a  fatal  demise  to  him,  but  buffy  was  determined  to  keep  him  alive  and  keep  him  safe   —   whatever  that  may  entail.  after  all,  it  was  her  destiny   [   ....   ]   apparently.

BUFFY  TURNED  HER  HEAD  TO  SHOOT  HIM  A  POINTED  GLANCE  AT  HIS  WORDS,  SLIGHTLY  POKING  AT  HER  HORRIBLE  ATTITUDE  SHE  TRUDGED  AROUND  WITH  ALL  THE  TIME.  she  couldn't  help  it.  it  had  always  been  just  her,  and  she  only  ever  had  to  worry  about  HER.  having  someone  tag  along  next  to  her  in  her  battles  and  her  decisions  was  something  she  wasn't  accustomed  to,  and  maybe  that's  why  they  butt  heads  more  often  than  not.  she  turned  her  body  to  face  him,  hands  on  her  hips  in  a  sassy  fashion,      ❛      your  judgement  would  be  wrong.  i'm  fine.  i  can  keep  going.  did  you  want  to  keep  going,  cardan     ?      ❜     she  asked,  her  tone  defensive.  she  knew  she  was  wrong  about  this.  she  needed  rest.  her  feet  hurt,  her  head  was  pounding,  and  she  was  famished.  she  sighed  deeply,      ❛      i'm  doing  this  for  you.  so,  i  don't  need  the  sarcasm      ❜     she  added  and  began  leading  them  to  the  building.  she  opened  the  double  doors  slowly  and  took  an  immediate  scan  of  what  she  was  up  against;  she  needed  to  know  exactly  what  she  was  in  for  inside  this  motel  for  demons.

THANKFULLY,  IT  WASN'T  OVERLY  OCCUPIED,  FOR  THE  EXCEPTION  TO  A  FEW  MEASLY  VAMPIRES  AND  A  COUPLE  OF  THORAX  DEMONS.  nothing  she  couldn't  handle  if  they  were  to  cause  a  ruckus  or  threaten  cardan.  all  eyes  were  on  the  pair  as  she  approached  the  check  in  counter.  she  didn't  blame  them  for  watching  their  every  move;  they  knew  of  her,  the  vampire  slayer,  who  had  no  mercy  when  it  came  to  slaying  their  kind,  but  they  knew  better  than  to  start  something  with  her,  especially  when  she  was  clearly  equipped  for  any  oncoming  battles.  buffy  slammed  her  hands  on  the  check  in  counter,  causing  the  weakling  demon  to  jump  in  its  seat.  it  was  shivering  cowardly  where  it  sat,  fidgeting  its  claw  -  like  fingers  rapidly,  all  six  of  its  eyes  rapidly  darting  around  the  room.  buffy  canted  her  head  at  the  demon,  unfazed  by  its  strange  appearance,      ❛       we  need  a  room.  two  beds,  top  floor        ❜     she  instructed,  pointing  upwards.  she  wanted  the  top  floor  so  they  wouldn't  be  shocked  by  any  surprise  attacks.  the  slayer  was  aware  that  this  was  a  risky  move,  exposing  themselves  like  this,  but  they  didn't  have  any  gear  to  camp  outside.  she'd  make  a  point  to  get  some  for  the  rest  of  their  journey  as  they  continued  tomorrow.  the  demon  nodded  several  times,  rummaging  through  the  drawer  for  the  keys  and  sliding  them  to  the  slayer.  she  takes  them,        ❛      i  don't  want  any  trouble.  your  kind  stays  put,  and  we'll  stay  put,  understood     ?       ❜     she  stated  firmly,  and  the  demon  did  nothing  but  nod  in  understanding. 

SHE  PLACES  A  GUIDING  HAND  ON  CARDAN'S  BACK  TO  LEAD  HIM  UP  THE  STAIRS  TO  THEIR  ROOM,  ALL  CREATURES  WATCHING  EVERY  STEP  THEY  TOOK  UNTIL  THEY  WERE  OUT  OF  SIGHT.  buffy  unlocks  their  room  and  allows  cardan  to  step  in  first.  it  was  a  small,  dingy  room.  dark,  slightly  damp,  with  torn  up  curtains  and  blood  stained  wooden  floors.  nothing  for  entertainment  for  the  exception  of  a  radio  on  the  nightstand.  but,  it  would  do  for  the  night.  there  was  a  bed,  a  shower,  and  a  toliet,  and  that  was  good  enough  for  the  slayer.  she  was  hoping  it'd  be  good  enough  for  the  prince  as  well.  she  plopped  herself  on  the  bed  and  torn  open  her  bag,  taking  out  two  MREs  from  her  bag   —   one  was  the  contents  of  macaroni  and  cheese  and  the  other  was  plain  chili.  she  was  about  to  choose  one  for  herself,  but  then  thought,  maybe  she  should  be  considerate.  she  rolls  her  eyes  only  at  herself,        ❛     chili  or  mac  and  cheese     ?       ❜    she  asked,  figuring  she  should  let  the  prince  she's  protecting  pick  which  one  he'd  prefer  before  choosing  herself.

As he comes to a stop in the very midst of the surprisingly void of cars street, a manicured brow arches from underneath the circlet that rests above it and Cardan's gaze shifts, first from the graceless-looking wooden stick and then to the fairly old yet formidable building towering in the distance.

He never would have guessed the motel was inhumanly inhabited had the slayer not informed him of such, but then again, the Prince does not have much experience with anything other than the Folk ( solitary or court-bound ) to be able to tell the difference ― to him, it looks like any of the hundreds of other buildings he has seen surrounding the sides of busy roads whilst on his way to the demon-infested town; it bears the same brick walls, the same identical structure and the same reek of iron, metals and exhaustion fumes that prickle his skin and lungs like tiny needles, although the latter appears to be a daunting constant in all mortal locations ― the exception being the cities, where the feeling is near suffocating.

His head tilts as black eyes rimmed in gold examine the building and the perimeter further, as though trying to spot that one thing, the key difference that signals the inhuman presence ― and soon enough, his eyes widen in dawning realisation when he notices that, unlike the motels in the many towns he has passed through, this one is surrounded by no cars; the square, box-like windows that adorn the front of the building shine no light to the outside, making it appear as though no one lives in them.

Well, no one human, anyway.

Were the circumstances different, Cardan would not have thought twice before turning his back and continuing on his way until he came across the next motel with the opportunity to house him ― preferably, something human ― but alas, these circumstances are not normal; The journey has been harder and longer than he is accustomed to, he is at the very brink of exhaustion and the iron-induced atmosphere aids to nothing except to decelerate him, to make him worse than he already is. Danger or not, his body needs rest and hence, when Buffy serves the command that they will be staying in that particular motel for the night, the Fae does very little except offer a curt nod.

❛ Okay, ❜ Cardan croaks an answer, voice low, not only to make sure that whatever inhabits their soon-to-be resting place does not hear them but also because, for the time being, that is all he can manage, for the majority of his energy is reserved to keep him upon his very two feet. He is far too exhausted to argue, even if a well-portioned part of him wants to roll his eyes and make a well-deserved comment regarding the blonde's daddy issues and rather violent tendencies. But alas, that would have to be a comment for another day ― preferably one where he is not about to drop and sleep upon the concrete ground. ❛ Very well, you have my word. No talking and no taking charge of anything when on the premises of the motel. Such shall be left entirely to your devices. Can we go now ? As endearing as it is to banter with you in the middle of the street, I do need to rest and judging by your rapidly declining patience, so do you. ❜

[atsro-slut]

Hiiii, how's your holidays going? Hopefully you're enjoying them! 🫶 I'd like to ask for Remus x fem!reader, a little mistletoe prompt cause I'm a sucker for those 🤭 But maybe reader has a crush on Remus but thinking that he only sees her as a friend, she doesn't wanna do the mistletoe tradition since she's afraid it'll make him uncomfortable and ruin their friendship? I'd die for that, thank you!! ❤️

Under the Mistletoe

OMG I love this!!!!! Im a sucker for a cutesy little holiday story! I hope you enjoy!!!!!!!!!!

Remus Lupin x female!reader

Y/N has a crush on Remus Lupin and fears the mistletoe at the Christmas party will ruin their friendship. When they end up under it, she must decide whether to take a chance or stay safe.

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The Christmas party at Hogwarts was in full swing. The Great Hall was decorated in gold and red, with sparkling fairy lights hanging from every corner, casting a warm, cozy glow over the room. Snowflakes gently fell outside the tall windows, and the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air as students and professors alike gathered to celebrate the holiday season.

Y/N stood near the punch bowl, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of her sweater as she watched the party unfold. She had never been particularly comfortable in large social gatherings, but tonight was different. Tonight, there was a presence at the party that made her stomach flutter in ways she didn’t quite understand. That presence was none other than Remus Lupin.

She had been friends with Remus for years, ever since their first year at Hogwarts. They had bonded over their shared love of books, their quiet nature, and their mutual understanding of what it felt like to be an outsider. Over the years, their friendship had grown stronger, and it wasn’t hard to see why—Remus was kind, thoughtful, and endlessly patient. He had a calmness to him that made her feel safe, a rare gift that only someone truly special possessed.

And yet, there was something more. Something that had been growing inside Y/N for months, something she couldn’t quite name. She was falling for him. Hard.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to confess her feelings, but Y/N had always been terrified of ruining their friendship. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if it made things awkward between them? They had shared so many moments over the years—laughing together in the library, sharing late-night talks about their hopes and dreams, supporting each other through difficult times—but Y/N was afraid that the fragile thread of their friendship could break if she were to tell him how she felt.

And so, she had kept her feelings to herself. At least for now.

“Y/N! Over here!”

The sudden call of her name pulled Y/N from her thoughts, and she turned to see her friend Lily waving her over from the other side of the room. With a small sigh, Y/N walked over, offering a smile as she joined her friend.

“You look stunning!” Lily exclaimed, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. “I can’t believe we’re finally here! A Christmas party at Hogwarts—this is so much fun.”

Y/N chuckled softly. “You look great too, Lily.”

Lily, of course, was glowing. She always did. With her bright red hair, radiant smile, and infectious energy, she could light up any room she entered. But Y/N’s eyes couldn’t help but drift to a figure standing by the fireplace—Remus. He was talking to James and Sirius, his warm brown eyes sparkling with laughter, but as usual, there was a quiet shyness about him that made Y/N’s heart ache. He was so perfect, so gentle, and yet completely unaware of how deeply she had fallen for him.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Lily asked, raising an eyebrow with a knowing smile.

Y/N's face flushed a deep shade of red. "What do you mean?"

Lily smirked. "You know exactly what I mean. Remus. You’ve been looking at him all night."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze, her hands suddenly feeling clammy. "I’m just... admiring the decorations," she stammered, trying to play it off.

Lily raised an eyebrow but didn’t push further. "Sure, sure. Well, you know what they say, right? Under the mistletoe, anything can happen."

Y/N froze. She had completely forgotten about the mistletoe tradition at the party. Hogwarts was known for hanging mistletoe in the most random places, and it was often used as an excuse for students to steal a kiss from their crush. But Y/N wasn’t ready for that. Not with Remus. Not when she was certain that he only saw her as a friend.

“I don’t think I’ll worry about the mistletoe tonight,” Y/N replied, her voice tight. "Besides, it’s just a silly tradition.”

Lily didn’t seem convinced, but she shrugged. “If you say so. But if you change your mind…”

Before Y/N could reply, Lily’s eyes brightened as she spotted someone across the room. "Oh, James is looking for me. I’ll catch you later!"

With a final wink, Lily disappeared into the crowd, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts. The nervous flutter in her chest returned, stronger than before. She needed to find a way to enjoy the party without letting her emotions get the best of her. If only she could stop thinking about Remus and how perfect he was, how much she wanted to be near him, to be more than just friends.

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The night passed in a blur. Y/N tried to keep herself distracted, chatting with friends, nibbling on cookies, and participating in a few games. But despite her efforts, her gaze kept drifting back to Remus. He was always so gentle with others, his laugh like music to her ears, his thoughtful demeanor something she couldn’t help but admire. But there was always that nagging voice in her head reminding her that he probably didn’t feel the same way.

“Y/N!”

Y/N turned, startled, and found herself face-to-face with Remus, who was smiling warmly at her. “Oh, hey, Remus.”

“Hey,” he replied, his voice soft and comforting. “I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk? The snow’s really coming down, and I thought it might be nice to get some fresh air.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. It was just a walk. Nothing more, nothing less. But the idea of spending time alone with him, especially now, when her feelings for him were so overwhelming, made her nervous. Still, she couldn’t say no. Not to him.

“I’d love that,” she said, forcing a smile as she pushed down the wave of anxiety in her chest. “Let’s go.”

They stepped outside into the crisp winter air, the snowflakes swirling around them as they walked side by side. The sound of their footsteps crunching in the snow was the only noise between them, and Y/N tried to focus on the peacefulness of the moment, trying to calm her racing heart.

They wandered along the edge of the castle, the quiet stillness of the night allowing them to talk freely. They discussed everything from classes to their favorite Christmas traditions, with Remus listening attentively, his gentle smile never leaving his face.

At one point, Remus stopped, looking up at the sky. “The stars look incredible tonight,” he said softly. “I’ve always loved the way the snow makes everything seem quieter. Like the world’s holding its breath.”

Y/N smiled, gazing up at the sky as well. “It’s beautiful,” she agreed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I’m glad you asked me to come outside. It’s nice to get away from the party for a bit."

They stood in comfortable silence for a few moments, simply enjoying the serenity of the snowy night. Y/N was lost in the beauty of the moment, but then, as if on cue, she heard the telltale sound of someone calling her name from across the courtyard.

“Y/N! Remus!”

Y/N turned to see Lily and James standing by the entrance to the castle, both grinning mischievously. “There you are!” Lily called. “We’ve been looking for you two.”

Before Y/N could respond, James waved his hand toward them. “Come on, you’re not escaping that easily.”

“Escape?” Y/N echoed, her heart sinking in her chest. What was James talking about?

Then, she saw it.

Hanging above the stone archway that led into the courtyard was a sprig of mistletoe, clearly placed for the exact purpose she had been trying to avoid all evening. Her heart rate picked up, and she felt a familiar rush of panic flood her chest.

“Oh, no,” Y/N muttered under her breath. “Not the mistletoe.”

She could already feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. If they were standing there long enough, someone would undoubtedly make a joke, and the whole night would be ruined. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out a way out of the situation. She could pretend she hadn’t seen the mistletoe, make some excuse, but no matter what, the idea of standing under it with Remus made her stomach twist with fear.

Remus, however, hadn’t noticed her discomfort. Instead, he chuckled softly, his gaze shifting from the mistletoe to Y/N’s nervous expression.

“It’s just a tradition, right?” he said, giving her a warm smile. “Nothing to be nervous about.”

Y/N froze. She swallowed hard. “Yeah, but…” Her voice faltered, unsure how to explain. “I don’t want to make things weird, you know? We’re friends, Remus. And if we… if we did the whole mistletoe thing, I just—” She stopped herself, realizing she was rambling.

Remus looked at her thoughtfully, his smile fading just a little. “Y/N,” he said gently, stepping closer. “I promise, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest. Could she do this? Could she let go of her fear and take the step she had been wanting to take for so long?

Without thinking, she found herself looking into Remus’s eyes, seeing the kindness and warmth there. There was no judgment, no discomfort—just Remus, as he always was.

And maybe, just maybe, she could be brave enough to take the chance.

[chrysanthemumgames]

Hey Jess! Congrats on being about a week out from release! I'm playing the first 3 chapters since they went up on the forum as a preview and I'm still just so in love with this game! You polished it so well between all the edits and I can't wait till I get to play through the whole story!!! Also v excited for the next patreon BIP~ just wanted to drop in and say again congrats and also omg I did not realize the game went over 1 million words! You're amazing and FOA is amazing and I'm so glad I got to see how it's evolved these last several years :3 thanks for sharing your story with us =D

Oh, thank you! I hadn't even seen that post go up in the forum thread, so that was fun to discover.

(Psst, everyone, you can play the first three chapters of the full game right now for free!)

But seriously, thank you. I may or may not be a huge nervous wreck right now as release day approaches, but yes. Final word count was actually something like 1.3 million? And that's after I took out a lot of messy, bulky code from the first draft, so I'm pretty proud of it. I'm sure there are still redundancies and things contributing to that number, but that's how being a code scrub is sometimes.

I really hope everyone enjoys the final result. :)

[lizdenys]

Outer Wilds (Video Game) AO3 Tags appreciation post

Of course, no one cares about spoilers quite like Outer Wilds fans care about spoilers:

major outer wilds spoilers

Slight game spoilers

DLC Spoilers / Echoes of The Eye spoilers

art book spoilers

allusions to the dlc but nothing in depth

spoilers for a small but important part of the story

don't read it unless you've played it

as in plot and quite literally a solution to a puzzle, so don't read if you want to solve them all yourself

DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED ECHOES OF THE EYE OR FINISHED THE MAIN GAME

all the spoilers ever for everything outer wilds you have been warned

idk what else to tag pretty much everything is a spoiler

I can't even write tags without spoiling

DO NOT SPOIL YOURSELF MY GOD

I'm a little afraid of posting this because it might spoil something inadvertantly

Spoilers!, but this is outer wilds, you probably know the drill

so don't spoil yourself!!

So here's the requisite Outer Wilds "There will be spoilers!" warning because there will be spoilers throughout this post from this point on, okay?

Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's start this off like every run, with a cozy campfire, shall we?

Campfires

Campfire stories

there will be mallow roasting over a campfire

Marshmallows

S'mores (OMG how much I wish someone - anyone - got to make a s'more.)

And Riebeck is a big marshmallow

Implied/Referenced Drug Use

just two high buddies chillin and talking about stuff

Now that we're all enjoying perfectly-roasted marshmallows, let's get to it:

breaking spacetime in pursuit of science

they/them pronouns

it is more difficult than I thought to avoid gendered words

Based on my friend's inability to fly and ability to land anywhere

feldspar is a newbie to anxiety

Dark Bramble scary

Third wheeling except your crush is in love with the entirety of space

quantum tomfoolery

the tyranny of linear time

Something about the horror of eternity

the fabric of spacetime is hanging on by a thread

infinite possibilities brain go brrrrrrr

impulsive feelings about chert today

the hatchling just wants to share their findings they're so excited

little tiny bit of cosmic horror

this was written in about 20 minutes (I really need to know if this "about 20 minutes" was, in fact, 22 minutes.)

they're gonna be fine in 22 minutes just

this heist could have been a meeting

Hornfels needs an advil

somebody go save hatchling im begging get this kid a marshmallow

they can have one happily ever after as a treat

Feldspar and I both have no idea how to raise a baby in general

there is so much trauma in this owl

this literally came to me in a dream

Gabbro is depressed in this one because you can't convince me being so blase about losing their ship, and being able to meditate through a supernova is the hallmark of someone mentally well

gabbro is also doing so fine and normal and also does not have any hearing problems (lie)

They all need a hug, Except the anglers

Someone invent therapy for these three, They're going to need it so badly

Spacetime needs therapy after this

Anyway let's go die horrifically in space! ::D

trauma bonds

also i totally stole the main premise for this fic from a mod

when gossan goes low slate goes lower

hatchling was not supposed to be a kazoo player but they're really stubborn

i just think the player should be allowed to play an instrument (Me, too.)

Quartz-Typical Disregard for Ethics

canon typical disregard for affliction

There is an eject button for a reason

does it count as major character death if they come back?

Is it still considered the end of the world if its the entire universe thats dying?

the possibly applicable archive warning is major character death, but you knew that already didn't you?

the many deaths of you

Canon-Typical Suicide, thats an insane tag but its Outer Wilds sooooo

Five Stages of Grief, with a 6th secret stage (Can we call this "the sixth location of grief" please?)

i really tried not to make it sad at the end but the loops are tragic man

I Made Myself Cry

Okay, let's wrap up with all the varied "not beta read" tags this exquisite game lends itself to, nay, demands:

No beta we die like REDACTED

no beta we die like. well. you know

No beta we die every loop

no beta we die like the hatchling

no beta we die like hatchling (horrifically)

no beta we die like gabbro, chill and overstressed

No beta we die like real hearthians

no beta we die like everyone in outer wild does

No beta we die like the sun

no beta we die like the sun every 22 minutes

NO BETA READERS WE DIE LIKE THE STARS

no beta we die like the universe

No beta we die like any time-looper worth their salt

No beta we die like the homeworld

NO BETA WE DIE LIKE NOMAI

No beta we die like 5/6ths of best girl (I teared up reading this tag.)

no beta we die like the prisoner (I nearly sobbed reading this tag.)

No Beta We Just Cry

No beta we die like the fish (Not gonna lie, this one is my personal fave.)

[cressidagrey]

wowieeee do i have THOUGHTS about june pt.3! i love how the internet is basically tearing the leclercs to shreds, and the threads from belle's classmates genuinely made me tear up. the grid chat was soooo good, i love how max just absolutely *obliterated* charles. and for good reason, jfc. and the help me chat was wonderful as always, hahaha. belle is so brave and strong :( i'm so proud of her :( i am LIVING for emilie and lando going on a date, probably my favourite subplot 😭 and emilie is such an ICON. i've loved each of her appearances, but this one takes the cake, omg. the way she just absolutely *destroyed* charles, all calm and collected, what a QUEEN. the way she told him to either sit or go away, and how at the end she basically told him to stop embarrassing himself and apologise to alexandra, and think about what an idiot he's been - a *queen*, simple as that. idk if i want her or want to *be* her. and lando just looking at her all adoring 😭 your honour, i love them.

now. i *want* to believe the leclerc apologies are sincere, i really, *really* do. arthur's especially seemed the most sincere and remorseful. but i just can't! not until i see they're truly repenting! yeah, they've had some realisations, but did those realisations *work*. will they really *be better*. i just can't bring myself to hope so too quickly. especially since charles' behaviour had been ATROCIOUS. he only really got it once emilie told him off! the others weren't entirely that bad. but i just can't bring myself to trust his apology. his and pascale's the most, there was just something about her apology that rubs me up the wrong way. imo, arthur was the most believable, followed by lorenzo. but i'm still withholding any kind of hope for the future. i just want a happy ending for belle, and obviously in a perfect world her mother and brothers would be by her side 🥲 but they're making it *so* hard to like them. genuinely, out of the leclerc clan, the only ones (because to me they're leclerc adjacent) getting a pass from me are charlotte and alexandra. at least they're doing *something*, they're *trying*, even if it doesn't amount to much. and honestly? i have no idea how alex puts up with charles here. if i were her i'd be SO done with his behaviour. i can only hope the things we don't see between them are really truly good, because girl. the patience of a saint. because charles really is acting like a man-child sometimes 🙃

anyway, what a chapter! this series is always so exciting, i can't wait for more! super excited!!!

This is such a beautifully thoughtful message — genuinely, thank you so much for sharing all of this!! 🥹

You hit so many of the things I hoped people would pick up on: how complicated Belle’s healing is, how much Emilie is a force of nature (queen behavior only), and how the Leclerc apologies... while a step, don't erase anything. I'm so glad you felt Arthur’s seemed the most sincere too — he’s the one with the most potential to truly learn, but like you said, real change takes time and action, not just words. And yes, Charles absolutely needed someone to slap reality into him (thank you, Emilie and her queen energy).

I’m so happy you’re along for this messy, cathartic ride — it means more than you know 💛

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hello! I was wondering if you would be fine with doing another request based around my last request, where the cast entered another world where MC was the Future King of Devildom?

Context: MC was sucked into a magic portal Solomon made while the cast were together. Before anyone could kill him, MC popped out of the portal, causing everyone to rush towards him in relief, only to be pushed back by a powerful force from MC, who is now wearing an outfit fitted for royalty. After some time, the cast understood that this MC is from another world where he is the next king rather than Diavolo, and understand the switch is temporary, meaning they had to wait it out.

During the time, the cast comes to relax that this MC is far from their compassionate troublemaker they grew to love. Rather, this MC is standoffish, an enforcer of the rules who is not afraid to be violent in order to defend himself. With time, they came to understand that this MC had to behave this way in order to remain alive. Soon, the sharp edge faded away, reminding them of their MC.

When it was time for MC to leave with great reluctance, they ask MC to be not afraid to connect with his people...

Thank you!

Your requests are always so interesting! Omg thank you!! Anyway ignore me getting excited. Enjoy!

Btw it turns out I'm posting this on Solomon's birthday!! So happy birthday to our lovely chef and sorcerer Solomon!!

Male!MC x cast

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You can find the other similar request here

MC is the king??? Again???

The room froze in stunned silence when MC emerged from the portal, adorned in an outfit befitting a ruler. The rich fabric gleamed under the light, intricate patterns laced with gold thread, a gleaming circlet resting on his brow. Before anyone could approach him, an unseen force erupted, sending the cast stumbling backward.

"Stay back," the otherworldly MC commanded, his tone clipped and authoritative, eyes cold as a winter's gale.

It didn’t take long for Solomon to piece it together. This MC was not their mischievous friend and confidant but a ruler-in-training from another dimension—one destined to inherit the throne in place of Diavolo. A magical mishap had caused the switch, but Solomon assured them it was temporary. They had no choice but to wait.

From the start, it was clear this MC was vastly different. He carried himself with the weight of someone accustomed to command and distrust. Gone was the easy smile they knew, replaced by a steely gaze that seemed to assess every move. The warmth and mischief they associated with MC were replaced with calculated precision. He enforced the rules mercilessly, and any attempt to test his limits was met with swift and occasionally violent retaliation. Even Mammon learned the hard way when his usual antics earned him a bone-rattling shove.

But as days passed, they began to see the cracks in his armor. This MC wasn’t just cold and unyielding for the sake of it—he had to be. The stories he shared, reluctantly at first, painted a picture of a world far less forgiving than theirs. A place where hesitation meant death and kindness was seen as weakness. The loneliness that flickered in his gaze was achingly familiar, and slowly, the sharp edge dulled.

It started with small things. A faint softening in his expression when Luke baked him a cake. The way he stood a little closer to Beel during meals, seeming comforted by his quiet presence. The flicker of amusement in his eyes when Levi rambled about his latest obsession. Bit by bit, the wall he had built around himself crumbled, and beneath it, they saw glimmers of the MC they loved.

When the time came for him to return to his own world, the cast stood together, reluctant to say goodbye. He was no longer the imposing stranger they had first met.

"Do you really have to go back?" Asmo asked, his voice uncharacteristically small.

MC gave a faint smile—his first genuine one since his arrival. "My people need me."

"Just... don't forget everything you’ve seen here," Mammon said, trying to sound casual, though his voice wavered. "You ain’t gotta do it all alone."

Lucifer stepped forward, his gaze steady. "Remember, strength isn't just in enforcing the rules or keeping people at a distance. It's in building connections. Trusting those who stand beside you."

MC hesitated, his mask slipping for a moment to reveal uncertainty. But then he nodded, resolute. "I’ll try."

As the magic of the portal enveloped him, he looked back one last time, his expression softer than it had ever been. "Thank you... for reminding me."

And then he was gone.

The room felt emptier without him, but they knew their MC would return soon. And when he did, they were determined to remind him how much he was loved, no matter the world.