#Just forget the world and roadtrip

[welostheplot]

── 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 ᨒ↟☾.࿔*:･ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: vampire!ellie williams / werewolf!abby anderson / reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you didn’t expect much when your mom sent you to jackson to stay with your dad. but something about this place is off — and you’ve only just arrived.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: no major warnings needed here! just regular old world building introductory stuff.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.4k

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i'm new to this whole publishing fics on tumblr thing but this idea came to me after rewatching all the twilight movies for like the billionth time and i knew i had to bring it to life. i hope you enjoy reading it as much as im going to enjoy writing it!

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: "crossing"

THE PLANE LANDING HAD BEEN ROUGHER THAN IT SHOULD’VE BEEN.

if your mom had been there, you would’ve joked with her about how it was like even the sky wanted nothing to do with the place. the runway was cracked and frostbitten, and the first sight of the vast mountains behind it made your breath catch. you found your dad waiting by his cop car after you finally collected your luggage from baggage claim and stepped outside to the curbside pickup area, arms crossed over his jacket like he wasn’t sure what to say.

he didn’t hug you or even say hello. just jerked his chin in a greeting and asked, “you hungry?”

you said yeah, even though you weren’t.

the diner had smelled like burnt coffee and some teenage waitress poured you both a cup without being asked. you ordered something with eggs and didn’t eat it, entertaining stilted conversation with your dad about the weather. and roadkill. and these mysterious murders that had been popping up in nearby towns, putting his whole office on edge.

now, inside your new room, you sat on the bed and tried not to think about the fact that he hadn’t asked anything about school. or therapy. or how long you planned on staying.

you got the sense he was still working up to it.

you twisted a loose thread on the duvet (“purple. your favorite,” your dad had said — you didn’t have the heart to tell him it had changed to blue approximately four years ago) and tried to breathe through the dust in the air.

a knock on the door frame broke the quiet and you looked up to see him standing there, holding a stack of towels and a box of saltines.

you raised a brow.

he shrugged. “dinner won’t be ready for a while. and you barely touched your breakfast burrito earlier.”

you took the box.

“thanks,” you said.

he lingered in the doorway a second too long. like he wanted to say something. like he almost did.

then turned and walked away.

THE HOUSE CREAKED AT NIGHT.

not in a cozy, “it has personality” kind of way. no, these were the kind of noises that made your skin itch. you lay in bed that first night, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how long it’d take for this place to feel real. or maybe not real. just… normal. your phone screen burned your eyes in the dark of the room and your text inbox was void of any new messages. you scrolled through it anyway.

in the morning, your dad left a note on the counter: back by 4. grocery money in drawer. don’t forget to eat.

you made toast. burned the first slice. turned the radio on just to hear something human while the second cooked in the toaster. humming distantly along to the familiar tune crackling through the speakers, you stood in the small kitchen and wished the space felt familiar too.

your mom said this would be good. her new boyfriend had old money and a young soul that had immediately captivated her, and their plans of roadtripping around the country didn’t exactly provide the stability or consistency a teenager looking to graduate high school would need.

but jackson felt different than how it had when you’d visited as a kid.

it was quiet, but not in a peaceful way. the silence was tense. and the trees—there were so many fucking trees, covering the mountains and making the natural ‘walls’ that protected the valley feel so much grander, despite the fact that you were definitely much taller than you had been the last time you were here.

your dad had warned you not to wander too far when he’d caught you gazing at them through the window of the passenger seat.

“it’s not like other woods,” he’d said.

you asked what that meant.

he just replied, “stay near the paths.”

THE TRUCK HAD BEEN A WELCOME SURPRISE.

your dad said it so casually, like he was just handing you another box of saltines to hold you over till lunch and not a literal vehicle.

“someone owed me a favor,” he muttered, nodding toward the driveway.

you stepped outside, expecting something functional. you did not anticipate the massive, rust-colored tank parked at the curb. the thing looked like it had been built during the cold war and maybe won it.

the paint was chipped. the tires looked new-ish. and the driver's door groaned in protest when you pulled it open.

“does it work?” you asked.

“like a dream,” said a voice behind you, unfamiliar, low, and a little amused.

you turned and came face to face with a girl with hulking shoulders and sun-kissed confidence that made you feel like you’d never stepped outside in your life. she was in a worn flannel, sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and she smelled faintly of motor oil.

“abby,” she said, sticking out a hand. “i fixed it up for you.”

you shook it. a vein in her forearm bulged with her firm grip, and your stomach swooped. “thanks,” you said. “it’s… big.”

she grinned. “what else are childhood friends for?”

your dad raised an eyebrow from the porch but didn’t say anything.

THE LOUD RUMBLE OF THE ENGINE WOULD TAKE SOME GETTING USED TO.

but you were grateful it got you where you needed to go.

that afternoon, it got you to the gas station at the edge of town. the only one for miles, according to abby, who’d shown up again that morning with an excuse about how she was “just checking the alignment.”

you weren’t complaining.

she’d offered to ride with you for the first outing — “just in case the brakes do something stupid,” she’d said — and now she was outside the truck, sleeves rolled up again showing off those stupidly large muscles, pumping your gas while you sat in the driver’s seat trying not to stare.

she glanced through the window and caught you watching. smirked.

you looked away with hot cheeks and cranked the window down a few inches.

“you want anything?” she asked, nodding toward the station’s small convenience store.

“i’m good,” you said. then hesitated, thinking about your father’s abysmal grocery haul from the other day (grocery shopping for another person in the house was clearly going to take him some getting used to). “maybe just… something cold? and some chips. i’m not picky.”

“on it.”

you watched her jog toward the store. cracked your knuckles. adjusted the rearview mirror. tried not to look like you were spiraling over the girl you apparently used to make mud pies with in your backyard when you were three.

and then —

movement.

you turned your head toward it. across the lot, leaning against a dusty black SUV parked under the shade of a tilted pine, stood a cluster of people you hadn’t noticed, probably because you’d been too busy ogling your new… friend.

five of them.

they weren’t looking at you, but somehow, you felt seen anyway.

your eyes caught on one in particular.

freckled. lean. and pale.

your chest tightened.

you blinked and there was abby again, approaching with a bag of lays and a bottle of gatorade clutched in one large hand and a twizzler hanging from her mouth.

“you good?” she asked.

you nodded too fast.

“yeah,” you said. “just… thought i saw someone.”

she followed your gaze.

the SUV was still there. the people weren’t.

must’ve gone into the convenience store, you supposed.

“who?”

you shook your head. “never mind.”

but your eyes lingered on the empty space where they’d stood.

SOME THINGS DIDN’T FEEL LIKE COINCIDENCE.

you didn’t believe in fate. you barely believed in astrology. but there was something about jackson that scratched at the edges of your instincts. you didn’t have any proof quite yet, just the weight of it. that gnawing, too-aware feeling you couldn’t shake.

your dad’s unease. the headlines in the newspaper. the eerie feeling you got looking at the woods.

and now them. the group at the gas station. the way the freckled one had looked without looking at you.

the way you’d felt it.

you told yourself it didn’t matter. that starting over meant letting things be what they were, not chasing after the weirdness or wondering what wasn’t being said.

but ever since you crossed the border into this town, it felt like you were being met with a decision of whether to engage in a story much bigger than you.

and you hadn’t realized you were already standing right at the threshold.

this work is mine. please don’t repost, copy, or publish elsewhere without permission. thank you!

[kissmezero]

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. ⭑.ᐟ - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: There simply weren't enough slow burn dbf!joel fics. This one is for all my readers who yearn for the tension & are in it for the long run. Multipart! Mentions of sex. MDNI!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: The most tensiony tension that has ever tensioned.

ᴡᴄ: 1.6k

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previous part.

The three hour road trip had ended almost a week ago & you still hadn’t seen Joel. It wasn’t rare for him to get caught up in work, but it was rare for him to completely blow off your dad. Apparently the two of them had plans to go to a local bar tonight, one they went to often, & the man wasn’t picking up his phone. By now the clock read 8pm, an hour after they were supposed to meet up. You could tell your dad was growing worried, pacing and bouncing his knee. But Joel Miller was a grown man & clearly he was trying to respect that, to give him whatever space he wanted. Trying was the key word, as he didn’t last very long. 

“Will you walk over & see if he’s home at least?” Your dad piped up from his spot on the worn leather couch. Your head whipped toward him, eyes burning holes through his chest. 

You didn’t want to. Desperately didn’t want to, especially not after you had the world’s most awkward roadtrip with the man, but your dad was clearly worried & so you bit the bullet. 

“Okay.” You agreed with a curt nod, your body tense. “I’ll uhm, be back in a sec.” You felt like someone had tied cinderblocks to your ankles as you stood & shuffled over to the front door. 

It was dim out, the sky completely washed in a deep black & littered with stars. They were so beautiful & bright in the country like this where light pollution hadn’t tainted it. It was one thing you truly appreciated about being back here. Your head tilted back to observe the constellations that looked down at you. You didn’t know the names for any one of them, but one thing was for certain, they’ve seen everything.

Joel thankfully only lived a couple houses down so it was a quick walk, but by the time you reached his front door all senses were telling you to turn around. You could just tell your dad you saw his lights on & explain that you were sure he was fine. That would do enough to calm him down, at least for the time being. And dealing with his antics would be a hell of a lot easier than whatever awaited you on the other side of this door. 

You turned, preparing to hobble back down his driveway when you heard it, the click of a doorknob turning. Your head tossed over your shoulder & there he was looking more disheveled than normal, his truck keys in hand. He said nothing, just blinked, jaw clenching. You also let the silence hang, momentarily forgetting why you came. 

“You wind up at the wrong house?” He looked standoffish almost, like he was expecting you to snap at him. Maybe he deserved it for disappearing without a word, but you weren’t here to pick a fight even if that was what he wanted.

“My dad.” You paused, scratching the back of your neck. Could he tell you felt trapped under the weight of his gaze? “He wanted me to check up on you, said y'all had some kind of plans.” You were over explaining, at least you felt like you were. 

“Yeah uh, been preoccupied.” No elaboration from his southern drawl, not like you should have expected any.  

“Give him a call if you get a chance.” You paused, looking down at your feet. “He’s worried.” A blanket of silence, again. The two of you always seemed to end up here waiting for something. 

He nodded. 

You stayed. You didn’t know why.  Guilt, maybe. Had your conversation in the car made him uncomfortable? Had you crossed some sort of line & now he felt obligated to avoid you all together? Or maybe this was really about your dad, you weren’t sure.

“I’m sorry if what I said—” This entire conversation felt so stupid & yet the mention of the road trip wrapped around your neck like a cord. “If what I said upset you. I know your my dad’s friend and I shouldn’t have-“ 

“Look, kid.” There was that name again. It was starting to feel like an insult. You didn’t want to hear whatever followed. “You uh, shouldn’t be here.” He cleared his throat, averting his gaze towards seemingly nothing. Your eyebrows furrowed & your feet subconsciously stumbled back a little. Something felt like a betrayal, although you weren’t sure what or why. 

You wanted to spit an insult back that you knew would make him go hollow just as you had and you couldn’t even place where that feeling was coming from. The Joel in front of you, the stone cold one whose eyes shifted between brown & black was the one you should have let yourself grow used to. Clearly expecting some casualty out of him had been a mistake.

“You’re right.” Your words were biting. “I shouldn’t be here. Just let someone know you didn’t drink yourself to death next time they call, yeah?” You turned for good this time, putting as much distance between the two of you as you could. 

You heard him mumble something, maybe ‘fuck’ but you didn’t care. He’d accomplished whatever he set out to do & you had no intentions of showing back up to his place. 

You could feel his brown eyes burning into your back, small reminders that he was watching. You didn’t dare to turn around, give him the satisfaction of you checking. You knew deep down that he stood in his doorway, head bowed like an injured puppy, yet a jaw clenched like a man aching for a fight. 

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You fell asleep quickly that night, barreling through the house & straight to your bed. Your dad had known something was wrong but didn’t bother to ask, only checked with you to see if Joel was home & you were thankful for it. 

Morning came & went & it was now midday. You were still lounging in your room, under your blanket and mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Dating apps mostly, but that wasn’t fulfilling anything & you were growing frustrated. Not like you thought it would, but it was worth the try. 

The bright idea to text your failed college fling came to you & you perked up slightly, frantically searching for his contact name. You’d wondered if he’d even answer, considering you broke things off last you spoke. 

‘Hey’ you sent, short and sweet since you didn’t exactly know what you wanted out of this. 

You did however, know you were hungry after skipping so many meals & desperately longed for whatever you smelled your dad cooking. With a new found pep, you were shuffling down the carpeted hallway in an instant, driven by the gratification of possible sexting and mediocre food. 

What you didn’t expect to find was Joel talking to your dad from the kitchen table as he leaned over a pan. Clearly the two had made up, but you couldn’t get further. 

“Hey, princess.” Your dad chimed. He must have heard the way you choked when you saw the man who was now suddenly quiet as well. With his mind preoccupied with the meal at hand, your dad didn’t seem to notice the shift in the room. “Food’s almost ready if you want to eat with us,” he offered. 

You were prepared to decline. Something stopped you. 

“Sure.” Was your voice normally that shaky? 

You saw your father perk up slightly, very rarely did the two of you find time to eat together. That must have been why you agreed so quickly. Must have. 

You sat at the wooden table, opposite of Joel who was still not speaking. You doubted he would anymore unless prompted & you sure as hell weren’t gonna be the first one to get that conversation going. 

A plate was set in front of you & in true southern fashion it was adorned with pulled pork & cornbread, something much more Joel’s speed. Your appetite left you. 

You thought about standing & returning to your room or even hopping in your truck & driving aimlessly but you didn’t want to upset your dad… or raise any kind of suspicion that something was wrong. So you stayed put & pretended to listen to whatever sports talk had arisen between the two. 

The only thing that pulled you back towards reality was the loud sound of your phone vibrating against the wooden table. You looked over, uninterested & assuming it to be spam… until you saw a photo of your fling with his name up top filling the screen. An answer button awaited, but you made no move. Just that quickly, your memory of the text you sent him earlier evaded you and both men at the table now stared expectantly, both for very different reasons. 

Your dad had a look of curiosity & confusion in his eyes. You weren’t about to get into that whole situation with him right now. 

And Joel. Well Joel looked like he was seconds away from cracking the glass plate that sat in front of him into a million little pieces. 

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[swanlakebaby]

— sugar daddy | pjm

prompt: time with your sugar daddy.

⸝⸝ pairing: rich!jimin x sugarbaby!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: rich jimin, sugar daddy material, sugar baby, random stuff

⸝⸝ word count: 1.5k

⸝⸝ note: n/a

non smut!

-

you aggressively close the door behind you , shuffling around the front entrance as you plop down heavy shopping bags onto the kitchen counter. exhausted , you plop down onto the couch out of breath from the long flight upstairs to your apartment. you had just spent the day with jimin , your sugar daddy. you hadn’t known him that long but he blew his money on you like as though he’s known you for years.

your phone vibrates in your pocket. still out of breath , you grab it and see jimin’s caller ID.

“what were you doing when i called?” he said teasingly , hearing your panting. you roll your eyes and look over at your bags. “i had to go up six flights of stairs with these heavy ass bags.” “you’re welcome by the way.” you hear shuffling on the line as jimin shifts his position on whatever he was laying on. “are you busy this weekend?” he asks.

you look over at the magnetic calendar on your fridge. “i have an appointment saturday , but after that i’m free.” “great . ill pick you up from your appointment then.” you hesitate for a moment , wanting him to go in detail. “what did you have in mind.”

“i booked us a reservation at a resort for the weekend. don’t worry , all you need is a bag. we can roadtrip there.” jimin says. “i didn’t even agree to it yet.” you say. “really? so you don’t want to go?” jimin sounds disappointed. “i mean— it’s a free trip.”

“exactly.” he hangs up. you roll your eyes and sigh , getting up and going through the bags. jimin bought you basically a whole new wardrobe. you wondered if it was because of the trip he had planned.

you didn’t understand how something like this could happen to someone like you. you got paid thousands of dollars to exist. you wondered if jimin had actual feelings for you , or if he did this to many girls despite not being sexual with them at all. regardless , you were still getting paid and that was all that mattered.

-

a few days later , you stand outside after your appointment waiting for jimin. you scroll endlessly on your phone , escaping reality and forgetting your surroundings. a loud honk comes from a nearby car , making your body jump at the sudden noise. you see jimin in the car , his sunglasses on as he looks up at you , waiting for you to come to the car. he honks again as you walk over , making you jump again. you can see his white teeth through the dark tint of his car as he laughs.

“ha ha.” you say , getting in the passenger seat. “you have your bag?” he asks you , looking over. you pat your bag and throw it in the backseat. from there , you head on your way. the road trip is long. every few hours you’d stop at a gastation for water and something crunchy or sweet. jimin would watch as you’d indecisively look around for something good to snack on for the last few hours of the trip. he’d grow impatient , telling you to just grab everything you want.

“i have a question.” you say abruptly once you’re both back in the car. “hm?” jimin says , seemingly in his own world as he stares ahead on the road. “why me?”

“what do you mean?” he says confused. “like— why me? why out of all the women in the world do you choose to treat me like this?” you take a big sip of water , waiting for this response. “well- i’m not sure. i guess i’ve always been intrigued by you. and the more time i spend with you , the more money i want to shower you with. it’s weird.”

you still didn’t get it. “but , why did you even approach me in the first place?” you look over at him. he doesn’t look back at you as he has his eyes fixated on the road. “if we’re being honest , i thought things would be quick and easy. like a fling. i had just gotten out of a toxic situation , so my perception of women was quite tainted at the time. not in a concerning misogynistic way , but the way that made me want to give up on women altogether. but when i met you , it felt different i guess. of course upon looking at you , i thought , ‘damn i need her’ , but now it’s different. now i know you and think you deserve everything and more. is that a good answer?”

you stare ahead in shock. you didn’t know that’s how he felt about you. “i’m actually flattered. the whole hookup fling part kind of makes me want to pinch you , but the other stuff is kind of cute.”

he smiles , shaking his head. “you can pinch me. but don’t be upset when i pinch you back.” he says. “what does that mean?” you cross your arms. “are we going to forget how you acted when we first met?”

6 months ago - 📍red ruby night club

you drunkenly stumble over to the bar , leaving your friends over at the table. you see a tall guy with dark hair beside you , looking in your direction. you smirk as you order your drink , and sit on one of the bar stools. you turn over to jimin who now has his back turned to you. you sloppily tap his shoulder. you see him flinch slightly as he turns around to face you.

“hi there.” you say. the bartender places your drink in front of you before walking off. “you’re a dancer?” you ask him. he chuckles , noticing your drunk state. “no. i just frequent the bar.” he says , taking a sip of his own drink. “no no no.” you say , shaking your head slowly. “i mean like— because you’re hot.” you down your entire drink.

“i’m flattered. would you like another drink?” he looks down at your now empty glass. you giggle as you shake your head no. “no- i want to go home with you.” you say.

his cheeks flush red at your assertiveness. “that doesn’t sound to good. you’re drunk and your friends have been eyeballing us.” he says. he asks the waiter for a glass of water for you. “so are you saying i’m not fuckable?” you say , getting offended. “it’s just that , it would feel wrong. especially because you look like you’re two minutes from falling out.”

you push him playfully , standing up and pulling your club dress down. “i got to go then.” you say. a random guy comes over , placing his arm around you. “do you wanna dance?” he asks. “yes!” you say , before leaving and heading off to the dance floor. this man watches as you leave.

only a few hours later , you found yourself in a random apartment , your head ringing and the world spinning. “good morning.” a voice says. you turn around and see the same man from the bar , walking over to you with a banana and some water. “did we—“ you start. he shakes his head. “you were super wasted when dancing with that guy. you threw up on his shoes , he began yelling. i had to whisk you away and take you out before the security guards came over. you couldn’t find or contact your friends so i just took you home with me.”

you take a deep sigh of relief. “well , thank you. i was probably a mess.” you take a long sip of water.

“you were. but that’s okay. you can lay here until you feel better.” he smiles up at you before then leaving the room.

“shutup.” you say with a smile , remembering foggy memories from that night. a few minutes later , you arrive at the resort with jimin. the check in process seemed quick and easy , being that jimin had vip access.

once you arrived at the hotel room , you notice something. “only one bed?” you say , furrowing your eyebrow. “yes. as long as you know how to control yourself this time , we’ll be fine.” he says with a laugh. “if that’s a reference to the club , you’re not funny.” you smile , putting down your bags. “what do you wanna do first?” jimin says. “we can explore the shops , grab a late lunch. it’s only a two day resort so we can cram as much in our schedule as possible.”

you watch as he rambles on. you didn’t realize now cute he actually was until now. you’ve always thought he was attractive , but seeing a fluffy soft side of him was new. he was usually very direct and sexy , but it felt like he was slowly revealing more of himself the more you spent time together.

“let’s do whatever you want.” you say.

written by swanlakebaby™

[mixtape-racha]

boyfriend!felix thoughts

in a felix brainrot after his insta stories with hyunjin icl | sfw and nsfw under the cut

warnings: mention of alcohol, sub!felix, use of "mommy", voyeurism, pussy eating // minors dni, 18+

sfw

boyfriend!felix who buys you a pandora bracelet for your first birthday/christmas as a couple, and then gets you a new charm for said bracelet every anniversary

boyfriend!felix who coordinates outfits with you for every event - even if its just similar colour schemes, or matching shoes, all the way down to identical outfits

boyfriend!felix who surprises you with holidays to australia - you thinking you'll be visiting his family - but really the two of you rent a camper-van and go on a roadtrip to visit all the places he wanted to when he was younger

boyfriend!felix who helps you prepare for presentations and gets a little too into character - coming into the living room in a cardigan and glasses with a clipboard, marking down everything you did right and anything he feels you could edit or work on (which he happily helps you do)

boyfriend!felix who makes a point to call or text you at every opportunity if you go out for the evening - checking in on where you are, who you're with, how much you've had to drink. he gets worried letting you head home alone from a bar, so is always on call to pick you up if you need it

boyfriend!felix who takes you to any concert he can - an artist you love, a small and upcoming artist you has free tickets to their first proper gig, anything. he loves the way you sing the songs to each other, or sway to the music like you're in your own world. he knows gigs are your favourite place, and is more than happy to indulge you

boyfriend!felix who adopts animals with you so often to the point that you have a collection of plushies and bracelets that you received for adopting sharks, penguins, polar bears, lions, etc.

boyfriend!felix who has a note in his phone of all his most important dates, so he could never, ever forget. the top ten all include you - from your first date, first kiss, the day he asked you to be his girlfriend, to the first time you stayed over at his, or the first time you wore his clothes

boyfriend!felix who's love language is making playlists and mixtapes. you can't even count the amount of spotify links or burned cd's you have courtesy of your lovely boyfriend. he truly has one for every occasion, and a cd for each year you've been together

boyfriend!felix who always, without fail, remembers your dog's birthday. you never have to remind him or hint, he just knows - he actually remembered it before he remembered your birthday, and always comes over equipped with treats and toys and a birthday cap and a doggy-safe cake

nsfw

boyfriend!felix who gets off on the idea of the boys watching you fuck him with his favourite purple dildo and making him show how much of a needy slut he really is in front of his closest friends

boyfriend!felix who spends hours between your thighs just mouthing at your pussy to the point where its so normal that you could be playing a hame on your phone while he's down there whining and mumbling to himself

boyfriend!felix who is a complete service top. he gets off on your bossing him around and telling him what to do - it makes him feel stupid in the best way and makes his head all fuzzy

boyfriend!felix who found out he was into cock-stepping when you accidentally knelt on his bulge while trying to climb over him in the sofa - if he jizzed in his pants when you did it again, no one had to know, right?

boyfriend!felix who has genuinely cum in his pants to your voice. you sent him a voice message while he was away on tour, and of course you were getting yourself off, but just the sounds you made and things you said made him cum without realising

boyfriend!felix who wants to be used as your personal sex toy. just tie him up and use him, honestly. he genuinely doesn't care if his needs are being met, just meet your own and trust him when he says he'll enjoy it

boyfriend!felix who sometimes gets so needy that he practically makes out with your pussy through your panties. no, don't bother removing them. they're already so wet and warm with your slick, whats the harm in keeping them on? and honestly its one of the best orgasms you've ever had

boyfriend!felix who has only dommed once in your relationship, but its was exhilarating for both of you. he had you cuffed to the bed frame with a blindfold on, and the hottest part was the way he described everything he was currently or going to do to you in the sexiest way possible

boyfriend!felix who no matter what positions you're in, holds you as tight as he can. he knows you get off on feeling every single muscle in his body working purely just to give you an orgasm/ the muscles in his arms as he holds you, the muscles in his abs as he thrusts, the muscles in his legs holding himself up, the muscles in his tongue as he wrestles with your own - god, its so hot

boyfriend!felix who fucks you in a hotel hot tub on your first vacation as husband and wife. its a rooftop hot tub that you stumbled across, and headed back to you a 2 in the morning when you knew it would be empty. it was risky, it was exciting, it was fantastic. and if thats where your eldest son was conceived, well... no one needs to know that, do they?

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could you do the gang with a reader that’s like Taylor swift. Its totally fine if not 💖

Summary: The Outsiders x Taylor Swift!Reader

Warnings: none

Authors Note: not really sure what you mean by "like Taylor swift" but I tried my best lol (idk what to write abt its really short sorrry)

PONYBOY thinks that you are the prettiest girl ever. He loves your singing voice and he feels extremely lucky to be dating you. He just adores your cats and thinks they are the cutest. He finds himself lost in your personality, charmed by everything you do. JOHNNY thinks you're incredibly soothing. He likes to come by your place after a hard day at home or something just to listen to you put records on and sing while doing small chores. He finds your creativity incredible, sometimes he likes to sit with you while you talk about things because he finds it so mezmerising. SODAPOP loves having 'concerts' with you, putting on fun records and scream-singing in your house. Its one of the only times he feels like he can do anything without being judged for something. He loves watching you do your makeup, how each look is so vivid and fun. STEVE thinks your spirit is incredible. He spends a lot of time just bumming around the DX and home, it's not like he can do a lot as a greaser. But, around you he feels like everything is like its a themepark, you instantly make the world 10x more vivid. He's rather shy about singing, but if you're on a roadtrip, he'll hum your favorite song quietly while you sing to it. TWO BIT is not ashamed about being loud and goofy. He tries to make you laugh by doing the most obnoxious singing voice when your singing to yourself. He thinks your voice is so pretty though and he'll never forget to tell you that. Two's relationship with your cats is a little rocky, sometimes they love him and sometimes they cannot STAND him. DARRY is one of the calmer ones, he doesn't obnoxiously sing or scream lyrics, but he does hum songs he knows just loud enough for you to hear it. He's actually not a bad singer, but he's just a little shy about it. He thinks being with you is a whole breath of fresh air, he feels a little freer with you. Bonus, he loves your crimped hair, he thinks it makes you look like a mermaid. DALLAS is one of the only people who can tame your cats. They just are all over him when he stops by your place. You think its one of the only times you've seen him slightly gentle. He doesn't mind you singing, just not too much and not too loud. He'll never sing along with you though.

[devilsrecreation]

we've talked about this before, but i wondered if you had any ideas of what would happen if the outlanders went on a roadtrip in a zootopia/human au? :3

OHMYGODDDDDD SPINNY HI :3

Tbh I honestly can’t remember when we talked about an Outlander road trip but I DO have ideas!

I’m guessing it all depends on which Outlanders are going. It’s chaotic every way tho fjfhfh

The destination: The Tree of Life

Jasiri would obviously be the one driving while Reirei rides shotgun

Janja, Kiburi, and Mzingo are riding in the back….that’s gonna be fun. Janja DEFINITELY isn’t gonna annoy the fuck out of everyone hfhfhf

Shupavu and Njano are there too cuz they don’t take up much space (if it’s the Zootopia AU, if it’s a human au then they have the third row to themselves)

Kenge drives the skinks and Sumu on their road trip. It’s fine until some asshole cuts him off and he gets road rage

Kiburi’s mostly keeping himself busy by looking out the window or listening to rap music

When the car runs low on gas, everyone plays rock, paper, scissors to determine who gets to fill the car up (nobody wants to do it). Reirei loses and she has to witness the boys either being smug (Mzingo) or laughing and flipping her off (Janja and Kiburi)

Janja’s fun doesn’t last long since Jasiri tells him to buy everyone snacks. It’s mostly candy and beef jerky for Kiburi. Shupavu and Njano only get one measly pack of gum and nothing else

At some point, the skinks take an interesting picture of Janja sleeping on Kiburi’s lap like a pillow

For a croc road trip, Tamka and Neema are the one in a weird position. You could mistake them for a sleeping couple hfgfvfgf

Nduli and Cheezi are in their own world while everyone else is arguing. They’re just happy to be here

At the most inconvenient time, Njano has to pee. Same goes for Chungu, Goigoi, and Tamka 😭

Mzingo’s phone has the GPS plus he knows a couple shortcuts here and there so he’s very useful

Unfortunately they forget him at a gas station and it takes them like an hour to realize it. Dw they go back for him

On a hyena road trip, Janja “accidentally” forgets Nne and Tano at the gas station. With the crocs, they almost forget Neema. Jackals? It’s poor Goigoi. The skinks THINK they forgot either Nyeusi or Sumu but it turns out they just moved to the trunk lol

Lots of arguing happening no matter which Outlanders are on the trip

When everything’s quiet, Janja turns around out of curiosity and catches Shupavu and Njano making out (nothing NSFW just kissing)

Jasiri’s eyes start to droop a bit but is woken up by death metal on max volume (thanks, Janja lmao. Reirei was just gonna yell but that works too)

If it’s just Janja, Reirei, and Kiburi on the trip, then it’s like this

Constant fighting over music. Jasiri plays pop music, but Janja changes it to a rock and roll station, which is changed to country by Reirei, then classical/opera(?) by Mzingo, then rap/hip hop by Kiburi. In the end they all jam to “What is Love” along with the head bopping thing lmaoooo

Thank god the trip is a win and everyone has a good time!….until the ride home where everyone starts arguing again

[piwstri4]

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Hello! Do you have any recommendations for ttrpgs like Kentucky Route Zero?

THEME: Kentucky Route Zero

Hello, I looked up Kentucky Route Zero for the first time thanks to your ask and I understand why you’d want to find a game that replicates it to some degree. Let’s establish what elements of KRZ I’m focusing on when providing recommendations.

The game is modern, and feels transient in some way.

The game offers a subtle or unsubtle critique of capitalism.

The game allows for magical realism, in that odd things are accepted by the characters as fact, or disregarded entirely. This is used to draw attention to the strange and might even highlight abuses of power.

The game allows you to contribute to the lore, but characters still feel to some extent that their choices won’t take them where they want to go.

Now, the games I’ve got for you don’t necessarily have all of these elements written in, but I’m suggesting them as avenues that are more likely to point you in this direction.

Over the Edge, by Atlas Games.

During your stay with us, please remember that Liberty is Job One, Disarmament Means Peace, It's Polite to Speak English, and, of course, Paranormal Activity is perfectly legal.Thank you for your consent.

The Edge is the weirdest city in the world. Get into trouble. Question your place in the crazed multiverse. Transcend mortal limits. Join a cult. Fight a baboon. Along the way, you might find out who really controls humanity. Unless, of course, you've been working for Them all along.

Over the Edge describes itself as an alternate reality; there are otherworldly entities, large conspiracies, psychic powers, etc. Characters follow “Hollywood” reality: they exist at the culmination of plot-relevant world elements, interacting directly with the conspiracies existing underneath the surface. You are playing a typical protagonist. This means that while playing this game, you are likely to run into pulp-action territory, which might not be exactly what we’re going for here, but what I think this game might really do well is place you in a setting where things are just a little bit off from normal. One of the pieces of art in the Quickstart is of a lady walking her pet hyena: that tells me that we’re probably going to have hefty amounts of Magical Realism in this game.

Midnight Roads, for World of Darkness, by White Wolf.

The roads are lovely, dark and deep…

There are things in the world that no laws account for – things that bestow blessings no man remembers or curses for slights long past. But the things, they do not forget. They wait for the right hand to fall upon them, the right eyes to see their glory, the right heart to recognize their power.

World of Darkness is a long-standing horror roleplaying game originally published by White Wolf. Currently the system Midnight Roads is built for is actually obsolete - having been replaced by the newer Chronicles of Darkness - but the advice and guidance in Midnight Roads is still solid. It focuses on tying real-world fears to supernatural phenomena, and includes a number of example antagonists that make the blank stretches of open road across the United States feel alien and terrifying. Even if you don’t run a game in this system, I highly recommend checking out the supplement for inspiration.

Apocalypse Roadtrip, by Mynar Lenahan.

Apocalypse Roadtrip is a 34-page Forged In The Dark game for 2-5 players about normal people finding their way after the world has ended. Navigating their way past roaming Kaiju, military bombings, otherworldly cryptids, UFO fleets, and other survivors (friendly and not), the characters work hard to achieve their goals and, ultimately, make some changes in their world.

This game is great if you’re looking for that perpetual on-the-road feeling, for transient characters who don’t have a good place to call home. It’s less about the horrors of late-stage capitalism, and is more suited to stories that embrace oddness, especially in a settings where Kaiju, cryptids, and aliens all exist.

If you want to make the weirdness normalized, push the timeline forward from what is established in the book, to a point where all of these events have become old hat for folks - if the aliens and cryptids aren’t weird or strange, perhaps what is weird is how one specific Cryptid keeps entering the chicken coop and doesn’t seem to eat any of the chickens. Or perhaps the government has confiscated a piece of alien technology, but the business owner who found it isn’t acting the same anymore. Your characters will probably find themselves doing odd jobs as the move from one place to another - whether or not they uncover a larger story is probably up to you.

Absurdia, by Quinn Majeski.

Absurdia is an absurdist modern fantasy roleplaying game about the inane hilarity and understated horror of everyday life. Inspired by works of absurd humor, surreal horror, and literary nonsense like Welcome to Night Vale, Alice in Wonderland, Gravity Falls, and the Twilight Zone, Absurdia is an opportunity to indulge in the surreal and outlandish while subverting the absurdity of modern society.

This game takes place in a strange and surreal town of your own making. It's Powered by the Apocalypse, which means much of the direction of the story will unfold as you play, with staggered successes on anything that requires you to roll - this means that any given action is likely to give you a little bit of what you're looking for while also providing obstacles that you didn't expect. It's also well primed for a magical realist kind of atmosphere, since the abnormal and supernatural might be part of the everyday, such as it is for the residents of Night Vale. The designer, Quinn, is excellent at running games that always keep the play group on their toes, and I expect this game designed by them is much the same.

Liminal Horror (and supplements), by Goblin Archives

Liminal Horror brings adaptable modern horror to TTRPGs. It is a rules-lite, fail forward system that leverages creative problem solving in order to create memorable experiences at the table. Players act as 'investigators' navigating a modern world full of terrible and unknowable horrors.

I’m recommending Liminal Horror not just because it does an excellent job of building suspense and making your characters feel less-than-powerful, but also because it’s got a lot of modules and add-ons that help you customize your game. Swineheart Motel, by Kill Jester, is a cosmic horror adventure set in a roadside motel. Tunnels in White, by MeatCastle GameWare, places an old corporation front and centre as a suspicious entity disappearing locals. The Bloom, by Goblin Archives, is about a small town that is hiding something, and seems to be losing people at an alarming rate. You can also tweak the premise of the game if you want to make your characters indentured to their employer, or freelancers just trying to make ends meet.

If you want to see more Liminal Horror options, you can check out the Tales from The Void, a game jam for Liminal Horror modules!

Hopes & Dreams by Fari RPGS (René-Pier Deshaies).

Hopes & Dreams is a rules-lite tabletop role-playing game where you play as young adults who want to make a difference in a world that won’t let them. Government officials are corrupted, your leaders are broken, and the future looks bleak.  Play in this original grunge industrial fantasy setting where you and your friends haven’t abandoned hope yet. You still have dreams of what life could be, and are willing to fight for it.

Hopes & Dreams has a lot of potential to give you a taste of Kentucky Route Zero, in the hopefulness present as a mechanic. Dreams & Nightmares are goals and tracks that hit off at a certain point and are guaranteed to shift the story in what might feel like moments that your character can’t control. Fill your Dream? The world changes for the better. Fill your Nightmare? The world changes for the worse. The original game is industrial fantasy but I can see you using the SRD to make a game that is cyberpunk, modern dystopia, or an alternative Kentucky where Consolidated Power is buying up your debt so that they can get free labour.

If you want to get a bit of a peek into the bones of Hopes & Dreams from the point of view of the designer, you can check out this review by Junk History, which includes an interview with René-Pier Deshaies.

[albatris]

💿 for the albatris namesake, tris?!

thanks for the ask!! :D

Little Bird by The Weepies

Little bird, little bird / Brush your grey wings on my head / Say what you said / Say it again / They tell me I'm crazy / But you told me I'm golden

A song relating to experiences of isolation and psychosis, plus Tris has a whole symbolic thing with birds c:

Sloom by Of Monsters and Men

To be asked to take this plunge / To forgive and forget / And be the better man, to be a better man, to be a better man / So love me, mother / And love me, father / And love my sister as well

A tune for Tris's relationship with his parents

Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown

I'm a dumb teen boy / I eat sticks and rocks and mud / I don't care about the government / And I really need a hug / I feel stupid, ugly / Pretend it doesn't bother me / I'm not very strong, but I'll fuck you up if you're mean to bugs

Just a bop honestly

I'd Go With You Anywhere by Birds of Tokyo

But don't give up, don't back out on me / Enough's enough, if we stay we'll never leave / You know I'd go with you anywhere / Just get me out of here

A song for an end-of-story Tris coming to terms with his complicated feelings about his family and - more importantly - going on a roadtrip with his friends for funsies

The Universe is Laughing by The Guggenheim Grotto

Why is it everything we love we can't explain? / Like if the world should disappear / Only music will remain

A song for the unravelling of reality with Tris vibes, and a song of acceptance of the unknown

:3

[cool-person-yey]

Taking notes on tmagp episode 4 : taking notes!

Hey folks! Sorry for taking this long, had a busy day and could only listen to the episode now and this... Was an eventful one I'd say.

Anyways, spoilers for tmagp episode 4 and it is tagged as such.

• Do I still need to say ominous music at the start of these things or

• I love the printer (?)noises

• " I invented what!"

• oooooh

° sammy boy. why are you doing that.

• "because the government love secrets you dickhead!"

• wait what

• not everything is about you Gwen

• AUGUSTUS IS HERE YALL

• LET HIM TALK GODDAMNIT

• nephew hmmm

• instrument....?

• Spooky Family Heirloom™ story ?

• spooky roadtrip ?

• relatable

• oh no

• not the far away music

• I mean I do listen to far away music but I think it's just the ADHD

• oh you didn't kill him?🤨

• dude just jumped outta there and fucking died

• oh fuck

• a figure ??

• a gentleman???

• you really just ate the food the random guy you found in the woods offered you ???

• " oh yeah I killed this two guys btw" " Oh. What a shame."

• luck huh

•ooooh violin

• is that guy the mikaele salesa of this world or what

• oh yeah that happens sometimes

• will this be like grifters bone

• you don't even know the fucker's name GODDAMNIT DON'T ACCEPT GIFTS

• playing a new instrument for something important fucking sucks

• Oh The Anxiety™

• Oh so NOW you did terrible things???

• the Music 🎵 🎶🎵 🎶

• OH FUCK BLOOD

• THE FINGERTIP DANGLED WHAT

• AND YOU KEEP PLAYING WHAT

• GIRLIE IDK HOW TO SAY THAT BUT IF YOUR FINGERTIPS FUCKING FALL OFF YOU DON'T KEEP PLAYING

• " I mean he's very determined yk" " HE PLAYED TILL FINGERTIPS FELL OFF"

• the best lubricator is blood y'all

• actually forget I said that

• " And all the while, I bled"

• " did those who listen to me ever truly realize my sacrifice?"

• fuck we're getting some great lines

• it doesn't need to be yours. Oh no.

• oh the classes are good actually

• oh no

• oh fuck

• fight! fight! fight!

• HE SUCKED THE GUY'S EYES OFF???

• WHAT THE HELL

• ok so they're back

• Dyhard <<<333

•WHAT

• PLEASE WHAT?

• DISAPPEAR AGAIN?

• I THINK I RECOGNIZE THAT DISTORTED VOICE ?

• WHAT

• NOOOOOOO IT ENDED FUCK

yep. It was that, thanks for reading! See y'all next Thursday!

[in-flvx]

Snippet time

Formerly known as Jily Roadtrip, the fic Epicyom now marinates until I'm ready to edit it. So long:

Sirius raises an eyebrow.

"Is it true what you said? About my star?"

Remus nods.

"Remus," Sirius whispers, as he steps closer. Remus forgets how to breathe. He looks up, and sees nothing but Sirius, and the way he reflects the world. His lips are so dark, they still look like he uses a lipstick, even though Remus now knows that this is just natural.

"I think you do need to learn your stars again, then, Remus. Because Sirius is only visible in the winter months," Sirius says quietly. It's intimate. Remus swallows again, but now because his mouth had gotten dry.

[uselessmicrowave]

HII i was the anon asking for a matchup hehe (both bots and cons, literally anyone) im just so interested and excited abt the matchup since its my first time doing one :DDD

Im quite short, around (5'6), i have a darker shade of green eyes (w long lashes) and long black hair with pink highlights that end around my mid back, (it's quite curly too); im very pale, and i mean "the first time they see me they tell me im a vampire" kind of pale, i have plump lips that are pink, kinda like a blushy pink! I have an ear piercing, and some snakebites, tho it's not pierced, its those ones where you can hook them on, ive also got a thing for silver rings (one is vine like and the other is a silver snake that goes up halfway on my pointer finger [i love snakes]; on my right hand tho is a single gold ring)

On how i dress, i usually do not give any fucks- literally, i just throw anything on (my usual fit is a black shirt, and some soft pants)

I'm an INTP (for some reference since i really suck at describing things) Me as i describe myself, am a very quiet person, quiet as in "my friends forgot i was in the backseat" kind of quiet, im usually a homebody, literally, another reason why i get called a vampire is that i hate sunlight, alot, i dont like going out as much as my friends do, since i hate loud and public places tho i would really be down to hangout with them whenever. I always keep to myself and refrain from ever speaking out, always observing, and just listening; but when i get closer to someone and get to know them more i usually get loud and very talkative. Even tho im always patient doesn't mean i wouldn't punch someone if they mess w me or my friends, as i could really have a high temper; on a side note, im very patient! Really im not even kidding i literally put up with someone's shit for 3 years and still going.

Hobbies or things i generally like/ like to do is art!! Mostly digital art, you'll always see me with my tablet everywhere i go, and i rarely share them as i have absolutely zero confidence, i also love to read! (Fav being tolkien books, both LoTR and TH) i also write my own stories and could be so into world building, its taking me 3 years to actually build my world properly. I love music like its not even funny; aside from seeing me w my tablet, i guarantee you'll always see me wearing earphones and jamming, im a sucker for roadtrips while i gaze outside just daydreaming and forgetting about reality (im a hardcore daydreamer). I really dont have a certain music taste since i just play whatever sounds good!!

Hello anon! I’ll match you up with TFA Prowl!

Prowl is fascinated by your piercings. How do you get one? Does it cause daily issues? How do you take care of them? What are the other kinds (He'll keep these questions to himself though, but he will encourage you if you start rambling about it or want to talk about it)?

He's also very quiet compared to the other bots, and he'd prefer to have a 'home date' or just hang out with you somewhere outside in a quiet and shady area.

Prowl is glad you get talkative when you two are alone, because he really won't speak up about anything unless it's dire or bothering him an insane amount.

He is very interested in your digital art process, he'd love to watch you draw if you'd let him.

You'll have to introduce you to your favorite authors and books if you want him to understand a specific reference/joke.

He's amazed that you had taken three years to... make a world? He doesn't completely understand but, tell him about it, please, he'd love to hear about it.

If he sees you wearing headphones/earbuds, he'll ask what song or what artist you're listening to, especially if you look like you're enjoying it.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Upset - Part 1

(Whump fic disguised as a headcanon)

Jaskier was typically outgoing, charming, and had an amazing sense of humor. He was good-natured and wasn't one to get upset easily. Except when it came to Valdo Marx. That a**hole was a completely different story!

But Jaskier did get angry, or sad, or got his feelings hurt, like any normal person. And while he did get upset, he was also quick to forgive his friends. He may not forgive himself as quickly or easily, but would always forgive the people closest to his heart.

He had even forgiven Geralt for abandoning him on the mountain, but Geralt wasn't so sure Jaskier was going to forgive him for this...

Geralt and Jaskier had just pulled into the driveway when Jaskier had been called away for band business. He'd jumped out of Van Roach, broken the world's speed record for showering, thrown on clean clothes, and headed over to their little studio.

Geralt had been left to unpack everything from their recent roadtrip: two weeks on the Path, hunting monsters in Temeria. He was tired, but he had to get the van cleaned out and restocked for the next trip. He gave it a good vacuuming, took out all the empty food containers and packaging, and tossed all the empty cans and bottles.

He shampooed the carpet and seat where Jaskier had spilled his drink after Geralt hit the brakes quite suddenly, on purpose, after Jaskier kept forgetting to put his seatbelt on, and wouldn't stop putting his feet up on the dashboard. Jaskier had folded in half with a surprised shriek, and Geralt had to stop to pull his a** out of the footwell.

Geralt restocked the medical supply cabinet, then bundled all the bedding up and shoved it into the washing machine. Was it overloaded? Most likely. Was Yen going to be mad? Not if she didn't find out. Geralt left the machine to do its job and f**ked off to go do something else until it was time to dry everything.

After half an hour of sitting in front of the tv, he heard the washing machine stop, so he peeled himself off the couch and went to shove everything in the dryer. He was pulling the blankets and sheets out when he saw it...

Geralt experienced a mental pause while his brain devoted most of its function into verifying that what his eyes were seeing was really true.

Then came the wave of panic as he carefully pulled the blanket out of the washer. Ohsh*tohsh*t! It had gotten mixed in with the other bedding, and he hadn't noticed! Sh*t! Oh gods! Were the tattered spot worse, or had they always looked like that? Ohhhhhhhhhh.....

Yennefer was out in her herb garden when she heard Geralt swear loudly and emphatically, "FFFFAAAAAAAHHHHKKKKKHHHH!!!!". She ran inside immediately, and heard him swear again in the laundry room.

She flung door open, voice raised in righteous fury, "You better not have overloaded the washing manchine again, Geralt!", and froze on the spot when she saw Geralt standing there, holding a blanket.

Yennefer gasped, experiencing the same panic as Geralt when she recognized the familiar, but now much cleaner looking ratty blanket. That wasn't just any blanket. It was Jaskier's blankie. And Geralt had just washed it! Their eyes locked, and a single thought passed between them,

oH sH*T!

They both knew the significance of what had just happened. They were f**ked. There was no way to fix this. Geralt's brain made a valiant effort though, and coughed up an absurd, but simple solution.

"Yen, quick, magic it back to the way it was!"

"What?!"

"Just...I don't know, put the...the 'yuck' back on it!"

"You want me to just magic decades of drool, dirt, sweat, and gods know what else back on to it? What the f**k, Geralt?"

"Ok, ok, then at least put the stink back on it so it will smell like it did before I accidentally washed it!"

"I can't, you nimrod! I don't know what it smells like!"

Geralt gave the blanket an experimental sniff. That one corner still smelled funky to him. Maybe it was going to be okay.

Yennefer burst his bubble. "He's not a Witcher! He doesn't have your sense of smell!" She took a sniff herself. All she could smell was lavender and linen. "And I don't either!"

"D*mn, it's a little...uh...ragged too!" Yennefer groaned, looking at the bits where some of the old, slapped on patches had frayed and pulled away from the other bits of fabric. There were stringy bits, and small areas where the old batting was showing through.

Geralt felt his heart sink with dread. The blankie was mostly in one piece, just a little 'battle worn', but it was still obviously damaged and would need repair.

Oh, f**k, we're...f**ked!"

They were very much f**ked because that was when Jaskier walked in. He knew something was wrong. He could sense dread and urgency through Yennefer's mental link as soon as he walked into the house.

Jaskier opened the laundry room door and froze. He saw Geralt holding his blankie. Saw the open door of the washing machine. Saw the ragged look of his blankie. Smelled laundry soap. And put one and one together.

"You...you...washed it..." he said, his voice small and flat. Geralt and Yennefer both flinched. Jaskier slowly reached out and took the damp blanket from Geralt's hands. He started trembling then, and Geralt could smell the distress coming off him. It was making him sick to his stomach.

Jaskier ran his hand over one frayed patch where the stitching had given way, his thougths racing as he tried to both process what had happened, and simultaneously come up with a way to fix it.

"Jask, I-!" Geralt began to try to explain, reaching over to lay a comforting hand on Jaskier's shoulder.

Jaskier jerked away from him, "No!" he barked, his voice rough and tight. He was shaking now.

"No..." he whimpered, his voice sounding small and broken. Yennefer gasped when, out of pure distress, he started banging his fist on his head and repeating "No" over and over.

Geralt grabbed his wrist, "Hey! Stop it!"

Jaskier twisted and jerked, then tensed up as he felt a familiar pain flare in his chest. "F**k you!" he cried, suddenly angry. "F**k you, Geralt! F**k you!"

"Geralt, his chest-!" Yennefer said quickly, feeling the pain through their link.

Geralt immediately released his grip.

Jaskier stumbled as Geralt let go. He took a step back and bumped up against the counter, sliding down to sit on the floor. He felt light-headed.

"Breathe, Jaskier..." Yennefer said, her voice full of concern. She crouched beside him and lightly slapped at his cheek until he blinked and took a breath.

Yennefer tried to press her hand to his chest, to feel if those ribs had separated from his sternum again, but he turned away from her slightly.

"Let me see, Nightengale. Please?" She asked quietly.

Jaskier shook his head and hugged his damp blanket to his chest, sniffling and trying to get a hold of himself. "Get out." he said quietly after a minute.

"Jaskier," Yennefer said gently, pulling on his hand when he started fisting his hair. "Let's get your blankie in the dryer, okay?"

He didn't look at her, just stared at the floor numbly, holding his wet blanket, eyes glistening with tears.

"Jask?" Geralt rumbled softly.

"Just f**k off, both of you. Please."

Geralt looked at Yennefer, who nodded. They quietly left the room...

[alister312]

Do you have any Gregstophe headcanons that you haven't shared yet?

most certainly! I’ll be honest I forget very often what headcanons I have about them that I’ve shared and what I just feel like I have simply bc it’s something I have always understood to be inherent to Them. also, very often I think of headcanons that aren’t set in stone? they’re more little concepts I like to play around with for a while. they’ll either stick around in my head as “canon to me” or just become things I think are neat but feel no real attachment to or desire to explore further. this is why I tend to really like ask games bc it can give me prompts to think of new ones that might be good enough to stick around.

however I feel like u perhaps came here wanting a more concrete answer, anon, so a concept I have been pushing around my head lately is roadtrip headcanons 👀

for starters, this would be in the mercenary sort of phase of their life if they go down that path. while they for sure have many little safe houses and contacts all over the world (or, worst case scenario, last minute book a hotel), I think they’re more often than not on the road

if they have the ability, Gregory would much rather take a train so that they can both be involved with the mission planning process along the way, but a car is usually much more convenient (especially in the US)

they both drive (with how long of trips they take it’s impossible not to switch off). they both prefer when Gregory is the one driving though bc Christophe can be easily distracted since he finds long stretches of highway so tedious and he’s a much more active person than Gregory.

driver picks what they’re listening to though so Christophe knows the full soundtracks of many musicals entirely against his will

Gregory refuses to ever stop at roadside rest stops for food (too gross and too public for their line of work) so they go to a lot of interesting local cafes and diners. sometimes if it’s a place with really good food they’ll put it on their map so they can go back another time.

they also have actual physical maps for different countries. don’t wanna be easily tracked by a gps signal. Christophe also likes the feel of physically mapping out a route and Gregory likes to be a little pompous about like “I know how to find my way without technology 😏”

they’ve got various cars depending on where they’re at in the world but all of them are customized to have hollowed out seats (to store less than legal things) that fold down (in case they need to sleep in the car. Gregory hates when they do this bc it’s so cramped and uncomfortable but Christophe doesn’t mind bc they are forced to cuddle and it’s a good excuse for his touch starved but in denial about that self)

the biggest argument they always inevitably get into on the road is about having the windows down. Gregory hates having them down bc the wind messes with his hair but when they’re down is the only time Christophe is allowed to smoke in the car. they usually get into a battle of putting them down and back up again. Christophe installed an old handcrank window in one of their cars just so he could roll down the window without Gregory having the ability to put it back up and it was one of their bigger petty fights to date

[ask-katima]

God damnit, I hate when I forget to tag stuff and I have to go back and edit it… it’s so tedious-

Also an update on my lack of uploads these last 2 days, meaning this and yesterday- it’s because I was stuck traveling for a dentist appointment that I had in Praha (Czech Republic) and I’m a Slovakian, so yeah- that was a fun roadtrip… this is hours in a car, I didn’t bring my tablet since the art would have been done hastily and would be pretty shitty since a car ride can get janky when you’re going on a road for so long :/

Thanks for everyone liking and sharing my artwork and blog! I have read up on how it can spread better: REBLOGS! So if you really want to show the world just how much you like it, press that reblog button!

Okay, rant over. Thanks for reading!

[civilianlillian]

give me your domestic gfs elizanor hcs

i have no idea how long this has been here but *cracks knuckles* you got it, anon

First meeting: 6'9" Eleanor Lamb activates Elizabeth's up-to-now dormant lesbianism so hard she forgets how to form words for a few minutes

Fast friends due to trauma interests in common and an interdimensional roadtrip is almost immediate, which slowly builds up to a romantic relationship as they tour the world(s) together

The domestication begins: they build a cottage, one where Eleanor won't need to duck so much, because from their travels they have found most cottages are small and short, but they want their shared living space to be cozycore. They build it in some idyllic woods or a forest clearing, just somewhere somewhat isolated without it being unsettling or creepy.

Elizabeth by this point has a good hang of her powers where she can pull a Howl's Moving Castle on the cottage doors and windows to just stop out anywhere like it's no big deal; streets of Paris? Relaxing country park? The Attack on Eden Prime? okay maybe not that last one

They think of places to revisit based on both location and date, because if they're both from different places in time and space they might as well travel the same way.

They have so many books. So many books. The "small" study has shelves hidden in hammerspace to store all the books. Why do they need all these books?

Out of the two, Eleanor gets hit the hardest when she falls sick. Her immune system has been screwed over after living in a fish bowl on the ocean floor her whole life, so she gets so much as a cold and she is bedridden for DAYS. Elizabeth's Nurse Nightingale mode gets switched on and she cares for/dotes on Eleanor the whole time. The latter complains about being babied but that's the general misery from being sick talking. (And somewhere under all the sniffling and groaning she feels so happy that someone is caring so much about her wellbeing.)

Unless one of them is busy elsewhere or sick, they tend to cook their meals together. Both of them were raised in circumstances where cooking for themselves never really came up, so it's a bit of them learning this life skill together and a bit of not wanting to leave the other to do all the cooking.

Eleanor visits Tenenbaum sometimes, usually to help with the effort of caring for the Little Sisters that her mother created. Locating their families is relatively easy thanks to the Thinker, it's undoing the mental conditioning that takes a while. Elizabeth offers to help where she can, knowing that this is something personal for Eleanor. Instant travel to drop off the treated girls and then leave without a trace makes the burden a lot easier on Tenenbaum as well.

Elizabeth sometimes wants to visit whatever Booker still survives in the aftermath of everything, but she can't bring herself to ever try and speak with him. If she ever checks on him, it's from afar, watching as Anna DeWitt gets to have a life that Elizabeth Comstock never got to have. Eleanor can see something's bothering Elizabeth when she gets back from wherever she's been, and eventually coaxes her into actually talking about her feelings, which are bittersweet at best.

Elizabeth discovers she's a cat person when Eleanor brings home a scruffy mess of a stray cat that kept following her. As soon as Elizabeth sits down to read the cat is on her lap before the book is open, he has claimed this human.

Eleanor discovers she's a dog person when Elizabeth brings home a stray mutt with the biggest "Can I keep him?" eyes. The dog was a her, and Eleanor quickly understood why people did the babytalk voice with their dogs because she adores this disaster dog.

There is a ladder for the shelves in the study, but Elizabeth always pesters Eleanor to lift her up for a book if the latter's around.

Eleanor gets lazy when it comes to grocery shopping and uses the above against Elizabeth so that she'll just tear a fully stocked fridge into their kitchen. Who wins here? Who knows?

Elizabeth loves dressing the both of them up. She loves making them new outfits to go out in, finding accessories on their adventures, teaching Eleanor about makeup and what to wear for what occassion because they can both leave the house and they will look good doing it dangit.

Eleanor loves to tinker with various gadgets and gizmos, and that might be why she's also taken to art, favouring mixed media and unconventional sculpting and metalworks. It was Elizabeth's idea that they build Eleanor her own shed as a space for her creativity, so the latter had full reign to get messy and come back into the cottage looking like a full-on blacksmith.

They know not to mess with the timelines. They know this. But that doesn't stop them from taking their combined works - Eleanor's art pieces and Elizabeth's paintings - and selling them where they could just to see where they would end up and what little instances of inspiration they caused.

Both of them have nightmares, not on the regular but often enough. Tossing and turning, mumbling in their sleep. Worst-case scenarios are one waking up and accidentally/instinctively pulling something into the room via tear or scourching the ceiling/wall with a fireball. They've learned each other's tells for nightmares and how to help calm the other down. Eleanor found that holding Elizabeth and talking to her in her sleep helps - a book she likes, what they could do in the morning, or just plain nonsense. Elizabeth figured out that ocean noise calmed Eleanor down, and changes the world outside their window to an undersea view until Eleanor stills. It's not a perfect system, they would rather be without the nightmares, but it's something that works in the now.

They're in no rush to get married, as neither really feel that it's something they need in their relationship. They know they're not ready for children yet, or if they'll ever want children. They're happy as they are in the present, with a cottage they built together for the life they built together and the cat and the dog they adopted and the art shed and a library hidden inside of a modest study and doors that can take them wherever and whenever they want. They were lost, but they found each other.

Eleanor has met the Luteces exactly once. She does not like them at all. She has promised them that if they ever show up to interrupt the peaceful life she and Elizabeth have for whatever bullshit quantum entanglement riddle they may want to bring with them, she can and WILL find a way to kill them for good. While the Luteces are certain she won't, the chance of third-degree burns and whatever half-finished art projects being thrown at them full-throttle is definitely not appealling.