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egg-emperor · 1 year ago

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Hello! I hope you're doing well! I wanted to pick your brain over Eggman in Frontiers to hear your perspective.

I honestly found Eggman lacklustre in Frontiers. I was disappointed. I have a few questions to see if I'm missing anything and if you can put my mind at ease.

What were Eggman's motives for booting up the Ancients' technology? He mentions secrets but what for? Any other game story is a motive for world domination. How will the Ancients enable this?

I saw the relationship he and Sage had as uwu and sappy. I can't visualise Eggman as a father. I certainly saw him act paternal towards Sage. It's not to my liking haha. I preferred the original ending where he had to fight for his personal victory and bring Sage back online.

Why was Eggman laughing at Sonic being corrupted? I assumed he personally wants to finish Sonic off. I think of Sonic 2 8 bit in Underground Zone where he saves Sonic to finish him off.

Thank you in advance and I look forward to hearing your analysis.

Hello! I'm doing pretty good thanks, much more positive now I'm no longer struggling with the difficulty of the update XD Feels like I've been needing to recover though because I've been tired af! Hope you're doing well too ^^

He definitely deserved to do a lot more. Final Horizon improved by giving him a bit of action but he was still sidelined hard. I still feel so teased by the MC texture pack of Eggman and Sage in Wyvern, that would've been so metal in game lol. Even having even just a side boss is always better than none. The more action the better! It's not boring for him to be a boss and the villain he is and get some action. Especially since they easily could've incorporated the Titans by having Eggman take control, or he could've at least been a mini boss.

But I actually like everything we did get and I'll be getting into a lot of why here! And I appreciate the interest and you asking me for my take on it. I hope I can possibly offer a new perspective but either way, thanks for hearing me out. ^^ But buckle up because it's gonna be a big one lol, I decided to really dig in!

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"What were Eggman's motives for booting up the Ancients' technology? He mentions secrets but what for? Any other game story is a motive for world domination. How will the Ancients enable this?"

His interest in The Ancients is just the classic story finding about an ancient power and checking it out to see what he can do with it. He knew there was a civilization with impressive and valuable technology that was attracting the emeralds, and understandably went to check it out. The prequel comic sets it up like this:

While his initial discovery wasn't revealed, he learned about the islands where an ancient civilization possessed advanced technology and it started attracting the emeralds. So he goes on a trip there, looks around and sets stuff up as we see traces of his presence left behind with ships on each one and Death Egg robot on Chaos Island where he was farming geothermal energy from the volcano.

He came across the Cyber Space structure as a piece of that tech that intrigues him so he wants to override their cyber security to access and take control of it for himself, so he had Sage downloaded to the data pad thingy and uploaded her to it to do so. He was then was supposed to get tech like their soldiers and Titans under control and use them in his plans, then he could discover more of their secrets and find a way to use all of their advanced tech he finds as a tool for world domination.

Immediately upon merging Sage with Cyber Space to try to get past that security, it summons the soldiers and the Giganto is seen in the back, so there you already have potential new power for him to take control of so he was correct. If he did succeed in harnessing and utilizing it and uncovered all their secrets in his surveying of it, he could have total control of the islands, get himself new minions, and discover more about their technology with Cyber Space and all and use their power for his selfish gain.

But of course it didn't go quite as planned as it seems that Sage sensed the danger and decided to seal Eggman in Cyber Space as a protective measure, so he gets trapped in there instead.

When trapped in Cyber Space he's fascinated by how advanced it is to the point he admits it's more than what he's dabbled in before. He continues his analysis of what he sees and throughout the memos, he finds out he was right to be curious and with all the research he gathers about the capabilities of Cyber Space and begins questioning how he can use this power and knowledge to his selfish benefit. Classic Eggman 💜

Sage was also able to somewhat control the Titans, it's just something was blocking her from taking full control but she was able to use them against Sonic and Eggman was very pleased. I'm assuming this was part of his initial plan, to take control of their power and use it against Sonic, then explore the capabilities of the rest of the tech on the islands to utilize for his bigger plan in world domination.

He was always planning on taking control of their creations and using them against Sonic and exploring the islands, uncovering their secrets and analyzing and learning about them like the scientist he is, then using that knowledge to figure out how he can use it in his schemes.

He finds out there's even more about their tech that could be useful with the capabilities of Cyber Space throughout. And he starts taking interest in The End when he learns about it being an even greater more powerful force for being able to wipe them out despite their own impressive power and creations. Which had even more potential if could've found a way to handle it, like he displayed a willingness and confidence in being able to do because of his genius and skill.

( Gotta love how he spits in the face of The Ancients' being wiped out by thinking he can do better. Sure is super sympathetic towards them huh ;D )

So had he not been trapped in Cyber Space, he could've used The Ancients' soldiers, Titans, and The End and if had utilized them successfully, I'm sure he would've had a lot of power that could help him take over the world with some plan. He clearly believes they could've done so themselves, to him it's just a question of why they didn't go ahead beyond a few "piddly" islands because of course he'd do so in a heartbeat.

It's funny because it's also another example of how he's incapable of considering that they might not have that same greed and desire for world domination like him, he can't fathom it lol

So he already knew enough to be aware that they possessed power that he could use in his plans, so he went there to check it out and take control of their tech. Then he was going to find out what else he could do to use their tech to his advantage to achieve world domination. While a lot of this unfortunately fell apart, he still spends his time uncovering more and analyzing everything he finds out while trapped inside Cyber Space too, as we learn about in the memos.

It really shows how during the entire main game and even in the update with the island conversations, he was thinking about what he could do with their power. People saying he's morally gray in this game confuse me because of his obvious villainy and desire to scheme with the only things stopping him being trapped in Cyber Space and then in danger of The End. The intent and desire is still there from beginning to end!

And the potential was there too. Eggman had a reason to be interested in The Ancients' secrets and I would've loved to see him actually put all this knowledge to use. It feels like they teased it waaay too much to never have him actually do anything with everything he learned... so I wonder if there's a chance he'll actually do so in the future?

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"I saw the relationship he and Sage had as uwu and sappy. I can't visualise Eggman as a father. I certainly saw him act paternal towards Sage. It's not to my liking haha. I preferred the original ending where he had to fight for his personal victory and bring Sage back online."

I don't think the game did too bad of a job at showing what the real true dynamic of Eggman and Sage really is, ever since I paid closer attention in my second playthrough. I regret letting fandom influence how I thought and felt during my first because it ruined my first experience and made me believe things that weren't true. But now I love it because it's way different to fanon!

The most important thing to consider is the entire basis of Eggman's side of the dynamic and the specific reasons he comes to value and praise her at all, all said in his own words in the memos:

What kind of normal good wholesome caring parent brags that their child would be "loyal" and "perfectly effective"? Exactly. Those aren't things selfless, good hearted, good intentioned, genuinely caring parents expect of their child and that's the point. Eggman is already fucked up for that alone. Then to hammer it home, BOOM there it is:

The reason he recognizes, praises, and values these things in Sage as much as he does besides all the ways he benefits from them- is that he can take pride in being the one that made it all possible as she's a reflection of his genius- praising her is praising himself as her creator. And this is why Flynn said it was unsettling and that he warmed up to her for all the wrong reasons.

It's important to remember and consider this when analyzing absolutely every interaction between the two in this story.

In the prequel comic we see he specifically built Sage to protect him and he wishes aloud for a creation that will just once make him proud:

Upon hearing this, it may have prompted Sage to try extra hard to please him on top of her programming. And he was already calling her his "latest and greatest" like he does all his creations lol. So she also may have felt the need to try extra hard to live up to that high standard and expectation too.

Anyway, whether that's Sage's intention or if she's going purely by her stated programming, she does live up to fulfilling her programmed function and Eggman's wishes for a creation that will fill him with pride. She's loyal, efficient, and protects him multiple times throughout main story and Final Horizon.

Eggman takes note of her efficiency and her being crucial in his survival in the memos.

She shows true loyalty, efficiency in serving and protecting him as created, and prioritizes his safety and desires. She talks about saving him and the world for him to rule specifically, which he smiles smugly at like "finally somebody here understands it's all about me >:D"

All the times he praises her highly throughout the entire game are for doing exactly as she was created and asked to do, or surpassing those expectations in pleasant ways. But then every time she does something he doesn't want her to, even in cases where his best interests are still in mind, he snaps at her for it not being exactly what he wants: (Click through for better view/open in new tab on desktop, I don't wanna make the post even longer)

Also there's also him suddenly switching to being appalled, jealous, and pissed at her just for admiring Sonic

This all shows how conditional it is. He'll snap and yell at her and thump the Egg Mobile when she doesn't do what he wants in the exact way he wants one second, and praises her highly when she does the next. It's really represented best by these scenes:

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First he was yelling at her for daring to suggest something he doesn't want to do, smashing his fist against the Egg Mobile in anger, and flying off. Then he was in danger of the G.U.N helicopters, she jumped in and saved him, and then he immediately switched to praising her highly and saying he was proud of her. What makes this especially significant is that you can get the second scene to play immediately after the other, if you trigger them right with the unlocking of the emeralds. Literally changes like the weather between her doing something he hates to something he wants.

I also want to bring up the flashback montage:

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It shows Eggman doesn't actually do anything selflessly nice. All he does praise her for what she was created to do and she just applied love that she learned from watching Sonic and friends to those initiatives of loyalty and protection she was programmed with, the way Eggman praised her for fulfilling them, and to any likeness to family like him as her creator and Orbot and Cubot as his too, the idea of having a home, etc.

Eggman's side really is shown to be shallow, self-centered, and with his own interests and benefits in mind all along, while Sage's is more professional at first but becomes much deeper and more meaningful over time, as she witnesses what it means to be a family born of love from Sonic and co interacting. She looks to Eggman as her creator for that dynamic and applies the feelings of love she learned from them to it, even though their master creator and servant creation dynamic is much different to that. She doesn't have that but wishes she did.

Sage also clearly has doubts about him caring for her when she has to ask Sonic if he really thinks Eggman does, and it shows in her songs as she questions whether he'll be mad at her, or if she's asking for too much just to be with him, as I talked about here. This also shows that Eggman hasn't given her enough to convince her and we can really see that in the scenes. Even Sonic mumbles that Eggman "cares" for her "in his own way" because even he knows he isn't capable of loving and caring about people in the traditional conventional expected way.

They played some moments for the cuteness factor as they knew it'd appeal to a wider audience and it sure did but that part has no appeal to me. I instead like how the unsettling undertones are still there and make it interesting to analyze. And with the specific ways he praised her in the memos and the specific circumstances in mind, it makes sense as they're always the reasons that Eggman's side of the dynamic is built on.

It makes sense for Eggman not to trash her, he said she was crucial to his survival. Sure she pissed him off but so do Orbot and Cubot all the time and he keeps them around because ultimately they're useful and do their jobs (plus I also think he enjoys getting to boss them around and discipline them harshly as he does because it gives him a sense of power and control over others). And so does Sage, but with genuine enthusiasm, loyalty, and much more efficiency, and has his best interests in mind and a genuine desire to protect him. So why would he get rid of her and then not want to bring her back after her sacrifice? That would make no sense.

And it makes sense for him to praise her and be proud of her too. It's just like him being proud of Gamma. In fact, the way the scene of him yelling at her comes right before the one where he's saved and praises her highly and says he's proud of her, is a parallel to this scene where he was yelling at all the E Series calling them all dummies but then immediately changing his tune when he saw Gamma and saying he's proud of him for doing exactly what he wanted. I did a whole comparison here.

And it makes sense for him to take pride in her as an impressive life like creation, which he finds superior to organic natural life for it, and the ways he can benefit from her loyalty and efficiency. He can also take pride in her for being her creator/father, as she's a reflection of his genius and scientific skill and is useful to him. And by calling himself her father, it's also appealing to her desires for a familial bond which will also give her even more enthusiasm to serve him.

Eggman doesn't do any of this in ways that don't suit his character. He's valuing, praising her, and acting paternal on these conditions specifically, which is the only way it can work with his narcissism, ego, and selfishness intact. It's great that they didn't change him and instead found a way to further develop and solidify his already existing traits, by showing how a father daughter dynamic can work with these things in mind. It serves an an example rather than an exception to them, and this is what a lot of people are missing.

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I also like The Final Horizon's ending as Eggman isn't the overly physically affectionate gushing and throwing arms around people type, it doesn't suit his demeanor and behavior and I'm glad to see that hasn't been suddenly forced with Sage. This isn't over the top and uncomfortable OOC like fanon.

It's a subtle and small gesture, extending his arm with hand out to her but looking away and forward. He's quiet, solemn, and reserved. His demeanor and body language is important. He takes a breath that seems like a "sigh well, here goes" kind of way then mumbles it, not much, just small words of praise towards her doing the very things he created and praised her for before- doing what he wants her to and serving her purpose as his protector like she protected him in the fight, and calling her his daughter also has the same effect in encouraging her and he knows it, as well as how it's appealing to him for his pride as he said in the memo.

It's very important to acknowledge he's not shy at all, that's the last word to describe him. He has the highest self esteem, self love, and confidence and it's all genuine. It's just that hyper affectionate super warm and mushy gushy-ness, be it through feelings, words, or actions isn't his thing. The most he's ever going to hype someone up close to it is in a performative manipulative way to urge them to continue doing what pleases him, and he forces it in some cases more than others, you get varying degrees.

But I like how it's on the more subtle side here a lot because it's even more telling of his true character. When he's acting like this it aligns with that reasoning again but with a new look at his style of showing it in a physical subtle manner, with his behavior being similar to the scene where she saved him in Cyber Space and said he was proud of her for it- only it was only through words then. We've now seen how he can show this verbally and physically and I like it a lot, it's the only way this can work and they did it.

I truly believe he doesn't feel the typical conventional idea of "love" for anyone but himself because he is the biggest egotist and narcissist in all of existence and is extremely selfish and people seem to be forgetting what that entails for his behavior and personality feelings, and mindset with his self absorption and low empathy. There are no sudden exceptions to this, Sage is literally just another perfect example of it, nothing has changed with him.

Also, think about the terms of which he's praising her in all of their "cutest" moments together:

Eggman is delighted that Sage has succeeded in getting Sonic's ass beat and hearing the battle reports. She's proving herself to be very useful and efficient, so he decides to take full advantage of that by properly giving her control of the Eggnet which is a huge promotion. So he uses it to butter her up to make it all the more inviting.

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She is indeed a good change of pace from Orbot and Cubot as they're often less efficient and don't have the same enthusiasm. Sage brings everything they do but better in appealing to Eggman's interests and serving him well. And at first he takes a dig at them as he hates them immensely without an ounce of fondness but when Sage displays interest in them as being like family, he decides to play along with it and it pleases her, which is also going to make it even more inviting.

But when he first praises her most highly to her face beyond the offhand mumbling of her actions being "commendable" by saying he's proud of her, it's right after he was saved by her from the G.U.N helicopters. Then in The Final Horizon ending where he says she did good and held her hand, it's because he's saying she did a good job in protecting him from the line of fire in the final boss, helping him in destroying The End, and saving the world for him to conquer. Same goes for the original ending for the latter half, for him to revive her and say "that's my girl"

She's done exactly as asked, and he's praising her for it because it genuinely is a job well done and is exactly what he wanted and him reacting with praise encourages that. It's always because he got something out of it. It's not selfless, it's not sweet for the sake of it because he's just feeling sweet and fatherly and kind-hearted. There's always a reason in it where he has benefitted from it. It can be considered emotionally manipulative for that and very conditional too. She goes to great lengths with her actions and he rewards her with mere words- except for when it comes to her biggest accomplishment in The Final Horizon, he takes it a bit further. And what does he offer then? Just a small simple hand hold, while he looks away, seeming quiet and reserved. But it's enough for Sage and it works. It keeps her loyal and loving, he'll need to encourage it to keep her useful and enthusiastic in it.

These are all the specific reasons he praises and warms up to her, also for how calling himself her father is another way to take pride in her as her genius creator, as he said in the Egg Memos. It's all for selfish, self serving, self praising reasons. I like that a lot, it's very in character that way and how it's possible for such a dynamic to exist with his narcissism. Sage is the one giving things to him, protecting him, serving him, and showing loyalty, support, and respect for his desires while Eggman just takes. She does exactly what he wants as she’s created for and is willing and enthusiastic unlike a lot of creations of his. Eggman still hasn’t done shit for Sage, except praise her when she does what he wants but then becomes grumpy and snaps at her every time she does something he doesn’t.

So that's why, while I don't care for the cutesy way they're framed, I can see why Eggman would act that way to appeal to her desire for the family dynamic and encourage her to stay loyal and efficient. So now when it comes to the dynamic, I realized that I shouldn't just write off the entire concept as OOC. The question doesn't lie in "would this situation make sense for Eggman to do at all?", instead it's in "does this have in character reasons and basis for this to happen?" and in my opinion, it absolutely does, so it works.

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"Why was Eggman laughing at Sonic being corrupted? I assumed he personally wants to finish Sonic off. I think of Sonic 2 8 bit in Underground Zone where he saves Sonic to finish him off."

He does really want to be the one personally finish Sonic off. XD He does say this in the English version and in the Japanese version he says he wishes he could've been the one who bury him.

I absolutely love this scene because it really emphasizes that he does hate Sonic as he says, despite any respect he also has and any credit he gives where it's due for him being a formidable adversary. And it's the funniest moment in the game hehe 💕

I think he'll be happy about Sonic dying in any way, as long as it's not being stolen from him from someone else like the Deadly Six for example, so he saved him at Lava Mountain so he could destroy him with his Eggrobo instead. In the Sonic 2 8 bit, I imagine it's because him simply falling into lava also would've been an unsatisfying demise.

In cases where he wasn't the one to directly finish him off, if he still has some hand in it, he can accept it. This doesn't apply when just almost falling into lava like Sonic 2 8 bit or when lackeys of his almost succeed in killing him when they're no longer on his side, like the Zeti breaking the bridge and Sonic almost falling into the lava, so he saved him both times so he could try to kill him himself after.

But in this game, since he helped kick off everything, he's partially responsible for the corruption and can at least settle for that. While he celebrates his supposed demise, he voices that his only regret is that he couldn't finish him off with his own hands for the ultimate satisfaction. Still, it's good to have him out of the way either way, a victory is a victory.

Exactly when and how he wants him to die tends to change a lot though, it's like it depends on his mood lol. Like how sometimes he will very clearly try to kill him during battles as he threatens his life and yells at him to die, how he tried to shoot the capsule out into space, and how he even wants creations or lackeys to actually try to kill him. I guess as long as it's by his orders he can settle for that but again, I think he'd be slightly disappointed that he couldn't do it by his own hands after the fact.

It's kind of like how we know that Eggman would prefer to show him his completed empire before "banishing" him (definitely meant killing) in Forces, which is why he actually kept him alive and imprisoned for six months. Yet he'll always very clearly be out for blood during battles and want him dead there and then. So I feel it depends on how desperate he's feeling to get rid of him in the moment and maybe in the case of Frontiers, for at least one good thing to come out of it. But ultimately, he'll always celebrate his demise if he has some hand in it at all and gets to finally succeed in his goal!

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I love Frontiers Eggman so much. 🥰💜 I love his characterization and what he did actually get to do and I'm really glad I gave him another chance after my initial disappointment. The only things I'd change are a couple of English lines because they didn't make sense or would've been more in character rephrased but in most of those cases JP fixed it- and I'd give him more action, though the update improved on it a bit and gave him a chance to go up against the boss. But I really enjoy the new directions they took him in as new interesting ways to further explore and solidify his already existing character. It made it a lot of fun for me to analyze too!

#dr eggman #eggman #dr. eggman #dr robotnik #sonic frontiers #sonic frontiers the final horizon #sonic frontiers spoilers #sonic frontiers the final horizon spoilers #eggem tag #my post #analysis #eggdad

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angie-long-legs · 4 months ago

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My family is super homophobic and my friends aren't, but I haven't come out of the closet yet, and since we're confessing stuff to you now, here's a play by play of what just happened.

My friend was over. We met 4 months ago and we've only hang out, like 9 times, because I was away for a two of the four months, but we've been texting every day, and I've been hopelessly in love with her since meeting 1. For the part three days, she'd swing by my place every evening. She's an athlete so she goes out for runs and comes by my place after.

Today we were roughhousing a bit, playfight and all. I had put a brain rot vid on YouTube and age was trying to snatch the phone from my hand to take it off, bc it was truly horrifying and I was putting up a fight because it was fun. She was laying on the mattress on her stomach and I was sitting on her back (I didn't put my full weight on her dw) and she was trying to turn around to be able to snatch the phone.

She couldn't, so instead he used her incredibly attractive sexy athletic muscles and she did a push up with me on top of her which was mad impressive and then she did some WWE shit and I ended up flat on my back, with her back on my chest and we were giggling and she leaned back to look at me and went "can I kiss you?"

And I barely had enough time to say yes before she went for it and kissed for 4 to 5 seconds and then she pulled back, but she was still on me, and she stayed there. We were both shaking af and we cuddled there for 20 minutes, cracking jokes to ease the tension before moving on to the serious part of the conversation.

We've been playfully flirting and calling each other pet names for all the time we've been texting, as well as joking about getting married and stuff, but I didn't know of the signs I was sending were clear enough, and I didn't know of the sign she was sending were actual signs or if I was being delusional, but long story short, we're gf's now!!

Angel wasn't sure exactly what he was doing that was prompting strangers to confess to him, but he listened intently all the same. An inadvertant smile pulled at his lips as he listened to this sappy tale. It had been a long time since he had been that person, cracking open the closet door to find his footing in queer relationships, but he knew the feeling profoundly - those experiences, both the good and the bad, shaped him into who he was today. This, combined with his own homophobic upbringing, sparked a swell of connection to this stranger.

"Hey, congrats on baggin' a hot athlete!" he grinned, a little softer than his usual brash manner of speaking. "Nice ta hear about us queer folks gettin' a happy endin'. But, hey: next time yer muscle mommy is lyin' on top of ya, I hope yer doin' more than just kissin'!"

#this made mun smile btw!! im a big ol lesbian and this is very sweet #ic: cameras are rolling #angel answers #asks #anon

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 2 years ago

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Following after @streamsofstardust and giving you guys My favorite Dreams In Gold memory. It’s actually quite a funny and a little traumatic one (not in a bad way necessarily) 😂💀

So, for Grand Rapids I had on a reallyyyy low cut top (for all you others with big boob… you should already have fear in your heart with that sentence lmao). When I tried the shirt on last minute, I had contemplated just wearing no bra, i knew my boobs were gonna be moving WAY too much for that. I settled on the one bra that I had that I knew would work with it. The only problem with said bra, is that it was just a tad bit too small.

Fast forward to Greta being on stage, we’re somewhere around mid show (i blacked the FUCK out). I had noticed Josh looking in the general direction of me and my cousin, so I threw my hand up to wave at him. That… was mistake number one. When I put my hand up, my WHOLE tit fell out, right there in front of Creator and everyone. So I start frantically trying to shove her back in (my nipples are pierced and the ones I so happened to have in, were catching EVERYY OUNCE OF LIGHT. Sparkly little fucks). I finally shove it back in where it’s supposed to be, except i SNAGGED the piercing on the edge of my braaaa!!!!!!! Ishcjejdjdjwj. At this point, i’m double over in pain, pulling my tit back out to readjust it and somewhat sooth it, praying to god nobody around had seen this whole situation go down. 💀 Alas… I get everything situated and in place again, look up and made DIRECT eye contact with Joshua Micheal Kiszka. Don’t know how long he was watching or how much he saw… but I know he got a show. The SMIRK on his face when we locked eyes was… was just… i can’t even- My brain short circuited. I was embarrassed af that he’d probably seen at least half of my whole accidental strip tease. To make matters a little worse, the girl beside me looked over (who I had been friends with for all of 2 hours), looks over and goes, “DID JOSH JUST SEE YOU TIT FALL OUT?!” Like… BABE?! I don’t know but thanks for saying that. Now I feel far too sure that hE DID AND everyone else did, too. So yeah… I hope all that set the scene okay. That’s my favorite DIG story 💀😭 It’s not sappy or anything, but at this point in time it makes me giggle so 🤷🏻‍♀️

#greta van fleet #dreams in gold #josh kiszka #gvf

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feathered-moths-ablaze · 1 year ago

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🌈!

🌈 - Share any gender/sexuality headcanons you’d like to!

Oh my brain has been burning for this question! :D

First, Rapid Fire!:

Ghost is Gay but blind af to any crushes he has

Spooker is Non-binary and uses any pronouns

and all the Acachalla kids are on the Ace Spectrum. Sally and Billy are Aroace Sibs fight me /j

Now onto 2 more detailed headcannons:

One that tends to bounce back and forth is the idea of Toast being Asexual Biromantic. He's a sucker for affection, can be sappy af when he can't hold it in anymore, plus a hint of flirtiness from his collage days that still sticks with him. But actually doing The Act? That's where he draws the line. It just sounds uncomfortable to him.

Another is the Idea of Jimmy being Agender. He dies, loses his mind, and becomes a murderous spirit before he discovers what gender is. He thinks about it, then thinks that it's stupid and doesn't think about it ever again.

#taleblr #ask game

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your-local-uwu-artist · 2 years ago

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a continuation of this

character devolopment rambels under the cut

was able to further develop their characters a LOT with this!! Sunny is a very carefree guy, unlike his inspiration (me lol) he’s extroverted cause I thought that fit their dynamic better and made his character match better with the sorta tropes I want them to fit

plus I find that I prefer my “self inserts” as not actually being self inserts but more like, “semi-self inserts” cause more often than not its what fits better for the kinda story I’m trying to tell : like I see a selfinsert as being a caricature of ones self, like your selfinsert acts just as you would if you were placed in x setting, but I would see a “semi self insert” (for lack of better term) as being a character that’s design is a sona but writing wise doesn’t function like a sona, like their core character traits are taken from my own personality, but isnt a direct representation of me, sense I cherry picked the traits and amplified them or adjusted them to make the kinda character I wanted:

idk I know most people probably still call that a self insert but I tend to like being very specefic with my laungauge as my brain takes things very literally and at face value (plus I only want to give the very special self insert title to a character that feels like a complete self insert to me)

anyhow SUNNY! he’s a sweetheart and has that classic headstrong shonen protag kinda personality, he wishes he could be a flirt but hes way to much of a simp for that lmao, their sorta a ditz but manages to have a high enough “charisma stat” to survive without a trainer, very much a classic “>:)” kinda ghost type. probably has some kind of internalized toxic masculinity thing going on, he has a hard time with emotionally vulnerability. He feels he can trust Daisy and he also admires how she can be so strong despite being more timid and emotional, so she very muched helped them with expressing himself emotionally. He’s never had a trainer and previously resided in the ghost type trial site (abondoned thrifty megamart) and now scurries around on akala island where he met Daisy. As a shiny he knows he’s of high value to trainers, which is why he doesn’t want to get a trainer, because he would want a trainer to admire him for him and not his shiny status. plus he find it MUCH more entertaining to watch trainers panic over having lost a chance to catch a shiny. He loves listening to Daisy’s stories about her trainer and the trainers she’s met tho, really he just loves listening to Daisy in general. sense me making more content for this is lowkey just all as a shoutout to younger me who would very much love this kind of misfits mimikyus love at first sight friends to lovers sappy romantic kinda story: I VERY much want to make his general character be the kinda character that younger me would adore~ just less angsty and with the “badboy” underdog gig being more performative. Like I need to combine the nick wildes and discords and misunderstood villains with the oopsie bears and spikes and sidekicks. also making em’ queer and autistic af. Not just cause I’m queer and autistic, but cause I think a lot of the characters I adored as a kid was for sure because of gender envy or a subtextual queer and autistic coding kinda thing that resignated with me tho i couldnt yet understand. so I think it’s fitting for that part to be important with the “shout out to younger me’s tastes in fiction” theme: He likes Daisy for her sincerity, calming aura, intelligence, perseverance, and her rebellious streak/ rarer moments of self confidence

DAISY! she’s shy and timid, but stronger than you’d think. She DID have a trainer and lived in the kanto region before being gifted down to her trainers younger sister, who moved to alola with their father, where they got lost from each other, Daisy is under the impression she was abandoned. She’s more of the mysterious ghost girl kinda ghost type but has a small mischievious streak. she’s been on her own before plenty but she’s never really been alone in human inhabited areas, so being trainerless in the shopping center streets of akala is very much a new experience for her. She tends to be reserved and while she would like to assume the best in others she generally assumes others to be “mediorce” at best until proven otherwise (in contrast to Sunny where someone can be a fucking bitch and unless if they were being a bitch about a manga he likes he will forgive them immediately, if it’s the later he deep down deos forgive them but will hold that grudge against them f o r e v e r) keeping up with the shout outs to past me Shes def inspired by like, raven queen, fluttershy, cerise hood, fucking elsa and other characters from my child hood that come up when I try ot think of the vibe I want her to have. also yall can hc her sexuality and gender as whatever you want, sense Sunny’s (trans masc) nonbinary she doesnt just like guys at least. if I give her a canon sexuality it will probably be polysexual or smth: Sunnys already pan cuz I’m pan but Idk if she has bi wife energy or not. While she’s stubborn and headstrong in her own way, (she does battle afterall) she genuinly tries to stay out of trouble. she’s a very gentle person. She struggles with making friends sense shes quieter and she also jsut finds it hard to click with someone conversation flow wise. Sunny likely encourages her to talk more but doesnt force her too, so their conversation flow clicked properly for Daisy. She likes Sunny for his chaotic neutrual vibes, energetic passion, and his softer caring side

#sunny and daisy <3 #yumehocshi #pokemon oc #my ship in 5 minutes #kyukyudraws #realized one mistake on the chart i was gonna live the last check boxes blank #there already ghost types so they dont die easily #and in such a scenario I think they'd both be well aware that the other doesnt WANT them to sacrifice themselves

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sebastianswallows · 2 years ago

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I have to confess this at once : it's been MONTHS, and no other work has ever made me feel as "It's not like any other love" has. I remember Part 1 was one of the first Sebastian fanfictions I've ever read, and it literally shaped my brain, other than being a big inspiration for me to start writing in general. So yeah this might appear sappy af, but thank you for your service in this fandom, you're a gem <3

MY DEAR 😭 This is probably the most beautiful message I've gotten on this blog. I'm so happy that it inspired you to write, and so proud. Thank you 💕

You flatter me by describing the fic like that. Man, if I knew it would be so liked, I'd have written so much more for it 😭 This makes me want to revisit the plot entirely.

I hug you tightly, my dearest. Thank you so much for your kindness. Keep writing and being awesome （づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～

#sswallow;answers #ravenelyx #<333

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samuelroukin · 10 months ago

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god, okay so re: gaz being very deliberate/smooth af and also liking to be called baby boy: for similar reasons I was thinking 'princess' (which I will admit is maybe personal bias sdfgsdfg but thats where my brain goes for pretty + cool + spoil me) at first in a generic way but then I was thinking about han calling leia princess to piss her off in star wars and uhh is it just me or do those two dynamics have a lot in common?? this might be kinda crack-adjacent but I can't stop thinking about it

like on the price/han side: kinda macho and cold and lives for the job, but the minute he actually likes someone (true for friends also but its infinitely worse for crushes) turns into a giant dork full of feelings with barely enough bluster for plausible deniability, and also like, the thing where when they get together he goes soft (princess (derogatory) becomes princess (mine)) and lets the other one get their way all the time, but can never fully let go of their original posturing,, also, teasing/banter as a form of affection, not in the ghostsoap way where they're playing gay chicken, but more of a feelings chicken thing bc once he starts caring he can't stop, and thats terrifying bc it messes with his self image, but at the same time needing to know that his feelings are reciprocated ... oh, and some angst about the other one being unattainable, too good for him etc

and then on the gaz/leia side: just to state the obvious - is it really necessary to look that good just to run around a war zone with your friends? no but they're going to do it anyway - gets rescued and skips past grattitude straight into 'I'm gonna give you a piece of my mind', anger tends to come out icy and cutting, it takes a lot to make them loose their composure/way with words, not just chatty or good with people but diplomatic (in the words are just another way to fight sense, and they want to win the war not just this battle), also, and this is one of the things that makes me think 'princess' in particular (in the sense of 'ruler in waiting'), they have pride but it doesn't seem to cost them anything to yeild to others when it makes sense, like, they're not self important people, they're people who are used to being important, and thats a big difference - at this point they're still quite young and have more qualifications than most people ever will but they don't have a big head over it bc they're not most people, and they know they have a long way to go before they reach their full potential (I'm not sure I'm explaining this well at all dsfgsdfgsdfg). also idk if this is confirmed or denied in canon anywhere but I'd like to think gaz has a real sense of being from somewhere (positive) and thats where some of his swagger and even keel comes from. idk if he still has that community to go back to or if he outgrew it (maybe being stationed in london wasn't working for more than just work reasons) but either way, that sense of identity tied to a specific place and time is another thing he's got in common with leia.

and then when it comes to the people they like, they don't hide it exactly, but it doesn't break their composure either, like they'll admit they like them back when they decide to do so and not a minute before, and you can see the crush on their face but its not straightforward sappiness, theres layers to it (and maybe they need a bit of a battle of wills to like someone that much in the first place, maybe theres a bit of conqueror in them and it wouldnt be fun if it was too easy), the only time you get raw emotion before they decide to confess is when they think the other person is really about to die.

also the scene from empire strikes back where leia kisses luke to make han jealous? I think that would totallyyy work with gaz kissing soap in front of price, like I think soap would be like 'yeah okay I'm enough of a bro/slut for this' and help gaz make it look good, thinks its worth the risk of punishment bc of how good ghost is gonna fuck him after, but no punishment is forthcoming bc price just watches gaz go and lets him get away with it, and thats when soap starts to realize there's maybe more to all of price and gaz's banter even tho its very PG compared to him flirting with ghost -- idk can you tell that I have a hard time getting into gaz pov lol? part of what I'm trying to solve here, and also one of the things I like about han and leia as a paralell is they spend a lot of time in the crushing but not fucking yet stage which is the hardest part of gazprice imo

I'd love to know if you agree or disagree with any of that charactarization but also feel free to ignore this weird tangent sfdgssdfg

i know way too little about star wars 😭 but gaz being called princess is 👀 (as long as it doesn't have the feminization thing that often goes along with it, but that might be personal bias against it on my part lol)

also this "(princess (derogatory) becomes princess (mine)" god yes

also also this "gaz kissing soap in front of price, like I think soap would be like 'yeah okay I'm enough of a bro/slut for this' and help gaz make it look good" yesssss

i think all of this makes sooo much sense even with my limited sw knowledge, i think you're getting him pretty good (just like price will when --)

and another thing i think he has in common with her is the way they're both stubborn as FUCK

#anon #asks

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keshavomit · 9 months ago

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Not me LITERALLY crying 😭 It started when Aelin got found out by the director and then just kept going because I am so happy to be reading this fic again!!! It became just like old times so immediately!!! I didn’t realize I’d be so nostalgic and so comforted 🤍🤍🤍

But enough of the sappy meltdown. I also LOLed, especially at Lys and Aelin 😂😂 First of all Aelin what??? Bitch your plan was really to throw a rock in the window??? I must be old af because my first thought was “girl do you know how expensive a broken window is! Don’t do that to your favorite small business!” 😂 Thank god Lys is resourceful. And then of course… they’re both dumb and didn’t need it at all 😂 I love Petra. She’s such a great unexpected character. Also love how Lys and Aelin know each other so deeply, that it just comes out in how they talk to each other even when they’re feeling awkward and unsure.

I love the way that Aelin loves dance. Even with the audition being this huge dilemma and there’s so much else on her plate, you can feel at vital it is to just her being in the world ya know? I loved her monologue to herself while she danced. That was my favorite scene. Love to see my baby finally work some things out that have been sneaking up on her brain while she’s too busy to think. VERRRRY intrigued by this phone call. lol at landlines being such ancient history 😂 and I agree Aelin, that’s further evidence that it’s a sign from the universe!

I Don't Want To Wait, sixty-seven

rowaelin high school bff au masterlist

AN: WHOOPS, I disappeared for two years. (Legit the last chapter was posted in May 2022!). But I’m back and have written… a lot of the rest of this fic, so we’re just going to post weekly (or even twice weekly!) until we’re finished. And I hope you’re still out there, anyone, to enjoy it. Quick recap for a previously on IDWTW. Aelin and Rowan had sex! It was great. Then they walked in on Rhoe and her dance teacher Petrah having sex, which was NOT great. Aelin never wants to go back to dance again. We returned to school. Senior second semester is going great. Busy for Aelin, who is still trying to work her butt off re: APs and grades. Less busy for Rowan, who is already recruited to college for lacrosse. Aelin and Lys had a huge falling out, but have slowly rekindled their friendship now that Lys is sober and working on her shit. Elide and Manon came out! They’re running as homecoming queens! Dorian and Chaol haven’t DTRed and are taking a break. Last we left off, Aelin texted someone to help retrieve her lacrosse hoodie from the dance studio after hours. But who? Keep reading to find out. Also, I have been gone for so long that I have NO idea who is still in the fandom or reading Rowaelin fic. Please reblog to spread the word! Taglist doesn't seem to possible anymore, so please share! Love you all and missed you all. Comment, message, meme, gif, whatever. Let’s go, team.

Aelin watched with wide eyes as Lys lowered into a crouch and removed a bobby pin from her hair. When she’d texted her friend to help with her mission, she hadn’t realized that Lysandra was a bona-fide expert at breaking and entering.

“It got boring in rehab,” Lys said with a small shrug, as if that explained her masterful lock-picking.

“Good to know,” Aelin said, chewing her thumb nervous and glancing over her shoulder at Rowan, who waited patiently in the jeep — aka, their getaway car. She didn’t think they’d actually need one, but this whole thing was such a thing, she figured it was probably safest to have a getaway car. What if the cops were called about the break-in, and they had to run?

Aelin almost chuckled at the thought of Orynth’s elderly Police Chief trying to run after them, but it hadn’t stopped her from telling Lys to dress all in black and meet them at the dance studio at eight. Luckily, Rhoe was at the station overnight, so he couldn’t see their ridiculous antics. But, after all, this mission was serious. She tried to refocus on Lys, who was finagling with a pin in the lock, taking her sweet time. A rush of panic ran through Aelin. What if they got caught? What if this got put on her permanent record? What if they got arrested?

BZZZZ. Aelin’s phone vibrated in her hand, making her jump with surprise.

“Gods,” she muttered under her breath, causing Lys to chuckle under her breath.

“Tell your buzzard not to worry, we’re almost there,” she said, twisting the pin again in a different direction. Aelin sighed at the reassurance. She knew that Rowan had to be feeling her nerves as well. Although maybe not quite as much. She wasn’t usually concerned about being a rule follower, but every step of the way had made her feel more and more stressed out. Which might have to do more with her overbearing boyfriend watching their every move than anything else. Couldn’t he just sit there and look cute and not worry? She looked at his text and shook her head. She should have known it’d be impossible. He was the biggest worry wart of them all.

Are you sure no one’s in the studio? It looks like the lights are on upstairs. Rowan texted from the front seat, his view of the studio probably better than theirs. But Aelin had spent too many years of her life at this studio. Despite her churning stomach, she knew they were fine.

Last class ended an hour ago. They always leave the lights on for the cleaning staff, but they get Fridays off, so they’re on until Saturday morning. It was part of my class schedule to turn the lights off. We’re good.

She looked over her shoulder after sending the text, and watched as Rowan threw a thumbs up in her direction. She couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he looked in his oversized black hoodie with the hood up. Despite completely disapproving of her decision, he showed up ready for the assignment at hand.

“Tadaaa,” Lys sang out quietly as the lock clicked open, the door popping ajar.

“Honestly, when I asked you to help me break into the dance studio, I figured we’d be throwing a rock into a window or something,” Aelin whispered, even though there was absolutely no reason to whisper at all. Aelin had timed it purposefully, so she wouldn’t have to run into … anyone. Okay, she really didn’t want to have to talk to Petrah. She’d avoided the studio (and Petrah) for so many weeks following the revelation that she’d been involved with her dad, and she had no intention of breaking that now. So, they’d had no choice but to break into the studio under the cover of darkness.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Lys said. “The door upstairs has a lock, too, right?”

Aelin nodded. Annoyingly, there were three doors they had to break open — the building door, the door to the second floor, and then the dance studio entrance. Thank god Aelin had her locker key, so that wasn’t a worry.

“So, why are we doing this again?” Lys asked as they trudged up the long stairwell to the second floor. She tried not to flinch as the rubber-covered stairs squeaked beneath her shoes. “Not that I’m not happy to help,” she continued. “I just thought that you started dancing again and loved it?”

“Ugh,” Aelin groaned. “I did.” Aelin paused for a beat too long, causing Lys to flip her dark curls over her shoulder to get a better look at Aelin.

“But?”

“It’s…complicated,” Aelin sighed as Lys crouched down in front of the second floor door.

“Well, this is going to take a minute,” Lys laughed. “Tell me.” Aelin was going to refute again when Lys’s voice changed, softer. “Unless you don’t want to…”

Aelin nearly smacked herself. She’d thought this would be a ridiculous, fun (and pretty low-stakes) way to hang out with Lys again, and here she was totally ruining it by keeping things to herself again.

“No, it’s not like that,” Aelin reassured her as she continued to work on the lock. “It’s just… horrifying.”

“Well now you can’t not tell me,” Lys snickered, but Aelin recognized the slight trepidation in her friend’s green eyes. Still nervous to push things. Aelin bit the bullet and let it out in a whoosh.

“Oh my GOD.” Lys’s nose crinkled, and she fell to her knees completely as her shoulders shook with laughter as Aelin told her story. “I mean, we all knew Rhoe fucked,” Lys cackled, causing Aelin to smack her friend’s knee.

“EW! That is my dad,” she said, fake heaving.

“He’s a hot, hot firefighter daddy, though,” Lys said, her eyebrows wiggling.

“I swear to god I will vomit straight on you.”

Aelin tried to be serious, but Lysandra’s smile pushed them both over the edge into a fit of giggles. They laughed and laughed, releasing the tension that had been hovering around them like a thick blanket all night, officially removing all traces of formality. Unable to help herself, Aelin reached out for her friend’s hand, squeezing her fingers gently and was relieved as Lys squeezed back. They weren’t healed, per se, but they were healing, and that was the most that Aelin could really ask for right now.

Taking a breath and wiping the remnant tracks of tears from her cheeks, Lys pushed herself back up to her knees. “Second lock?”

“Speaking of my family…” Aelin started nervously, but forged on, curious. “How’s Aedion doing?”

To her credit, Lys didn’t even lose pace as she unlocked the next door with ease.

“I know you want me to reply with something equally scandalous, but there’s nothing going on between me and Aedion,” Lys replied succinctly. “We’re friends.”

“Okay,” Aelin said, not completely convinced, but chose to respect her boundaries and believe her words.

The pair fell into an awkward silence as they headed down the hall toward the studio door. Just one last lock to get through — and then she’d never have to return to this place. A part of her heart panged at that thought, that she’d be leaving Orynth and this studio behind and not really getting to say goodbye to it. But running into Petrah was NOT an option.

“Hey, isn’t this the studio?” Lys asked of a propped open door, a gentle music wafting from inside. Aelin’s stomach sank. Had someone stayed late tonight practicing? It was a plus that they wouldn’t have to break into yet another door, but she really didn’t want to risk running into anyone. “I thought you said it was closed.”

At the same time, the pair noticed the schedule on the door, showing the company’s new rehearsal schedule. Their rehearsals now went until nine on Friday night, meaning that Aelin had shown up in the middle of a packed studio, instead of an empty one. And one where Petrah would surely be. She contemplated turning right around, but Lys had already opened the door too far, leading them into the studio lobby where the company was on break, milling around and refilling their water bottles.

And at the front desk, Petrah’s eyes widened with surprise upon seeing her. “Aelin!”

She should have guessed breaking in had been too easy. Had the doors even been locked? She knew Lysandra had gotten through them too quickly! Grumbling, she stepped out of the shadow and into the lobby toward Petrah. She couldn’t run away anymore, so she had no choice but to say hello to the woman who she’d been studiously avoiding for weeks. And by the look on Petrah’s face, she knew it, too.

“I’ll go grab your jersey,” Lys whispered, leaving her to fend for herself. “See you downstairs!”

“Traitor,” Aelin mumbled under her breath as Lysandra all but ran into the locker room, excusing herself from the awkward conversation that surely lay ahead. She wanted to run, but her feet were stuck, watching Petrah approach nervously.

“Aelin,” she said again, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you….” But Aelin cut her off.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” she said, ready to slap her hands over her ears, lest Petrah talk about her dad in any less than completely formal way.

Petrah’s deep pink lips curled up on one side in amusement, but Aelin watched as she took another deep breath and shook off whatever she’d been about to say. Instead, she watched as her smile fell into a wistful expression. “We’ve missed seeing you around here,” Petrah said.

Aelin’s eyes shot to the open doorway of the studio where the company practiced, all jetes and pirouettes and well-supported port de bras. She had missed dancing. She really had just gotten back into it when she let it fall away. Petrah must have seen her expression because she smiled faintly and let her delicate hand fall to Aelin’s shoulder.

“You could join the class. Dance it out,” Petrah suggested.

Aelin couldn’t tear her eyes away from the dancers. She watched the emotion pour from them. That is what she needed. But as Lysandra held up her jersey and trailed down the stairs in the periphery of her vision, Aelin shook her head.

“I can’t tonight.”

“I understand that it might be strange to spend time with me after what you overheard…” Petrah trailed off as blood pooled in her cheeks, filling her usual pale complexion with a deep blush. “It was completely casual. It’s only happened a handful of times, and we both know it’s not serious. I’m not trying to replace your mother, or anything like that, it’s just… an occasional stress release, and oh my god, I am sorry I didn’t mean to say any of that.” Aelin cringed at the words. She wanted to stop Petrah, but the woman couldn’t be stopped even if she wanted to. “Please don’t give up dance because of this,” Petrah pleaded. “You have such a gift, Aelin, and I would be filled with regret for the rest of my life if I knew I was the cause of you walking away from it.”

Aelin took a breath, the comforting scent of chalk and worn leather infiltrating her senses and calming her down as she figured out what to reply to Petrah. Of course she wanted to dance still. It was undeniable, the way her body pulled her toward the studio, the way a sense of calm settled through her despite her initial discomfort upon seeing Petrah. She thought about her lack of free time and her constantly building stress as the semester went on and how badly she wished she could just dance it out. That release of emotion centered her, and she knew that she was feeling off kilter without it. Making time for dance had improved her life drastically — it'd kept her sane as the rest of her semester spiraled out of control — and she wanted it back. So, so badly.

She was on the verge of agreeing to join the practice when there was a crash and loud shriek from the studio. When the shriek morphed into a choked sob, a churning nausea overwhelmed Aelin. She watched as Petrah’s face morphed into one of horror as she sprinted into the studio. Sure enough, one of the dancers was on the floor, cradling her ankle, cheeks red and involuntary tears dripping down her skin, while another dancer attempted to help her stand. The girl hissed, crying out in pain and sat down again.

“Call an ambulance,” someone ordered, and suddenly there was a frenzy, a rush of dancers looking on in terror at the injury in front of them. Aelin stood with her back against the wall, not wanting to be in the way, slinking out of sight while so much was going on. It felt like a sign from the universe that Aelin shouldn’t even think about wasting her time with dancing. Like the gods warned her that she had way too much going on to even consider it.

With Petrah distracted, Aelin slipped out, trying to gain control of her waging feelings. She slid into the backseat next to Lys, her mind reeling and unable to get the image of the crying dancer out of her head. So caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t even hear Rowan call out to her, until red and blue flashed behind them. He swung his head over her shoulder, his mouth agape in horror as he stared at his unusually quiet girlfriend.

“Ace, what did you do? Are those the cops?!”

Aelin shook her head, the horrible feeling of nausea persisting in her gut as Rowan drove away from the studio.

. . .

It had been days since Aelin had received a text from an unknown number, and she still hadn’t decided what she was going to do.

I thought you should know we’re holding an emergency dance company audition this Tuesday at 5pm. Please come, Aelin.

Aelin chewed her sandwich thoughtfully as she pulled up the text again. The audition was merely hours away, but she was still on the fence.

“You still haven’t made up your mind?” Lysandra asked, glancing at Aelin’s phone screen. Her former — maybe current — friend had started joining them at the lunch table in the last few days since their late night break in, continuing to heal and thaw what had broken between them.

“I keep telling her to pro con list,” Rowan said, letting his fingers trail across the back of her neck and kneading the tight muscles there with his strong grasp.

“Mmmm,” Aelin mumbled, leaning further into his touch. “Con. Time spent without you.”

“Pro, something to do while I’m at lacrosse practice,” he countered as his fingers massaged a particularly tender part of her neck. She angled her head so he could have better access, but he took it as an invitation to let his head drop to her bare skin and press his lips against it, causing her body to light up. As she leaned toward him with another light moan, Dorian slammed his tray down on the table with a loud thwack.

“Get a room or get outta here,” he complained, tossing a fry at the still-intertwined pair.

“Someone’s got their panties in a bunch,” Aelin laughed as she tossed the fry back at the offender.

“My panties are perfectly smooth, thank you very much,” Dorian quipped. “Some of us would just prefer not to bear witness to your foreplay.”

“Pro,” Rowan whispered into Aelin’s ear, his lips ghosting against the tickling skin there. “I really love watching you dance.”

“Pro,” Aelin whispered back. “Increased stamina, muscle strength, and flexibility.”

Aelin glanced up at Rowan, who was already staring back at her with a fiery intensity. Her eyes glanced down at his mouth, which was curled into a satisfied smirk. His throat bobbed with a slow swallow, surely thinking of all the way those fitness benefits could be put to good use. She leaned in slightly, her lips a hairs breadth away from his when another fry hit her cheek. Aelin whipped her head around, rubbing at the salty spot where the food had made contact with her face.

Dorian was the picture of innocence, eyes wide as he chewed his own fry.

“Con,” Lys interjected. “Increased horniness.”

“Literally didn’t think that was possible,” Dorian said with a snort. “So, what are we pro-conning?” he asked, popping another fry into his mouth.

“Orynth Dance Company is having an emergency audition after an injury, and Aelin was personally invited to try out,” Lysandra explained.

“But I don’t really have the time,” Aelin started. “It would require actual rehearsal time. Like, a lot of nights. Not just an hour long class. Plus, I’d have to see Petrah every day. And I have to knock this last semester’s grades out of the park if I want to even think about getting a scholarship anywhere, plus I have a million AP exams to study for coming up, and that’s not even considering keeping up with hospital volunteering and going to your games and having any kind of semblance of a social life and…” she trailed off, her stomach finally settling as she came to the conclusion she knew she was going to come to all along. “I can’t join the dance company.”

Rowan frowned and reached for her hand. “Are you sure, Ace?” His hand wrapped around hers in a comforting squeeze, and she knew he was asking seriously. “We could make it work. I could help you study, we could bring out your color-coded schedule again to make sure we could fit everything in.”

“I know,” Aelin sighed, squeezing back. “But, I’m sure.”

But as the afternoon ticked by, Aelin couldn’t ignore the swirling feeling of guilt trying to pull her under. She was so distracted by the approaching time that she completely zoned out through all of AP Lit, startling when the period ended and Dorian poked her side.

And as five PM approached closer and closer, she found herself growing more agitated and even snapping at Rowan at one point. It wasn’t his fault; he had to head off to lacrosse practice, but Aelin had found herself so worked up that she had thought maybe he’d want to help release some tension.

“I’ll come right over after practice,” Rowan promised as he twined his hands around her waist.

“But you’ll be all sweaty and gross,” Aelin replied with a frown.

“I thought you liked when I get sweaty,” he laughed, nuzzling his nose into her hair. Aelin sighed, knowing she was being petulant, but she couldn’t get out of her own head.

“Only when I’m the one doing it!”

She tried to push him away, but Rowan’s grasp on her was iron-clad, too tight for her to even think about prying him off her. “Ace,” he lowered his voice. “I would love nothing more than to skip practice and be with you, but you know this is the only thing I need to do this semester to keep my place at Wendlyn.”

“Because Wendlyn’s more important than me?”

“I think you need a snack,” Rowan laughed, but Aelin didn’t find that funny at all.

“Sorry my blood sugar problems are amusing to you,” she said, stiffening within his grasp. She felt Rowan sigh deeply and watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his brows up the way she loved so much.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “You know that’s not—”

“I know,” Aelin replied quickly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

Rowan raised a single brow as if to tell her he knew exactly what had gotten into her, and so did she.

“It’s not even four yet,” Rowan said. “You could still go.”

But Aelin was nothing if not resolute. She’d made up her mind, and it was completely logical. And she was sticking to it. No, she’d head home and, yes, get a snack, and dig into her lit homework. Maybe Dorian would be willing to give her his notes from the class, seeing as she couldn’t remember a single thing that was discussed earlier.

She forced a smile and shrugged her shoulders back. “Nope, you were right. I need a snack. I’ll head to Maeve’s and see what she’s got for me.”

Rowan grimaced. “She closed for the afternoon, actually, while they put in a new stove, but she should be reopened by the time I’m out of practice.” Aelin shivered as Rowan let his fingers trail in small circles up and down her back. “Why don’t I stop there on my way to your place after practice? Cheeseburger and brownies?”

“And then orgasms?” Aelin asked, causing a loud snort to erupt from Rowan.

“You want to have sex after cheeseburger and brownies? That feels dangerous.”

“Well, we could have sex first, but reheated cheeseburgers are pretty garbage,” Aelin replied, loving the soft smile that appeared on Rowan’s face. It was the one solely reserved for her. When she was being particularly ridiculous or annoying, it was like he couldn’t help but love her more, and the small curve of his lips let her know that.

“You’re right. Cheeseburgers first,” he paused. “Then sex, then brownies?”

“Deal,” Aelin said as she reached her hand out to shake his. But he instead grasped it in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles lightly.

“I love you,” he said.

And though Aelin wanted to roll her eyes, she took a moment to relish the fact that her best friend in the whole world loved her. And would do anything to make her smile. In fact, he’d succeeded in getting her too distracted to think about the auditions and…

As soon as she thought about them, her smile faded again.

“Just go,” he whispered, but Aelin shook her head.

“Have a good practice. See you in a few hours.”

She kissed him and sent him off, hoping to pour herself into her studies. But even with her book open, Aelin digested none of what she was reading. She kept looking at the clock, distracted. Even as it passed five pm, knowing that she was missing the auditions, she still couldn’t focus. And her mood started to plummet.

It plummeted even further as she received a text from Rowan saying that their coach needed him to stay behind for a bit after practice and that he’d be later than anticipated.

She tried to read more, and when that didn’t work, she attempted to do some math equations, but she couldn’t get her brain to work. She knew what she needed. And it was to dance it out. Despite everything, that was still her best coping mechanism. When a second text from Rowan came in, apologizing for being even later, Aelin had had enough. She couldn’t just sit here and wallow. Instead, she wrote a note for whoever would get home first – her dad, Lorcan, or Rowan — and began walking.

She didn’t even know where she was walking until she ended up at the dance studio. It was unlocked, but empty. She couldn’t remember if there had been an end time to the auditions, but it seemed completely deserted. No one was sitting at the front desk, and the lights were eerily dim. This is what she’d expected to walk into last week when she’d stolen back her lacrosse hoodie, and she was even more annoyed about it somehow.

Instead of focusing on that, though, she went straight for the first open studio and turned the lights on. The fluorescent bulbs overhead flickered on, illuminating the wooden floors beneath with a warm yellow glow. She toed her sneakers off and padded barefoot to the corner of the studio where the massive (and ancient) stereo system was stored. She pulled her phone out and connected it, pulling up one of the old playlists Rowan had made for her and closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. Her feet took off, working in sync with the rhythm reverberating through the bare floor. Next, her arms spread, stretching out and shaking off the stress of the last few weeks.

For the first time, she really let herself feel it. The worrying and wondering what the future would hold. She knew Rowan was destined for Wendlyn, but she had no idea what she would do if she didn’t get in, too. He’d assured her that they’d stay together and figure it out, but who really stays with their high school boyfriend? She knew they weren’t like everyone else – they were special – but it didn’t stop her from thinking about it and wondering. When it came down to it, that’s why she really couldn’t bring herself to audition today. She couldn’t risk spending less time with Rowan, not if this was the last few weeks of their relationship.

Whoa. Where did that thought come from?

She ignored the small tear that pooled in the corner of her eye, letting it drip down her cheek as she spun in time with the music. How could she doubt her and Rowan’s relationship after all this time? She knew in her soul that they were destined to be together. She couldn’t imagine a world where she didn’t wake up and see him every day. But there had been a small slice of fear since they first kissed, and it had ebbed and flowed with each passing day until it was now a gaping chasm in the pit of her stomach. The idea that she could end up elsewhere without Rowan was a real, actual problem. And the timeframe was closing in on them. What if this was the end of them? How would she ever recover?

Her hands reached overhead and then she let her body collapse to the floor in a graceful fall, letting go over the overwhelming sensations of fear that had been swirling and threatening to paralyze her. She arched her back and her neck released, the tension that Rowan had tried to knead attempting to relax and letting gravity pull her down, down, down.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Rowan. She did. More than anything. She just didn’t trust this world. She didn’t trust that everything would work out the way it was supposed to. I mean, just look at her dad. He’d thought he’d found the love of his life, and she walked away like it was nothing. Walked away from Aelin.

She didn’t want to cling to Rowan, to be the girl who changed her whole life just to be with a guy. She wasn’t that person. No. She was Aelin fucking Galathynius, and she could live life fully on her own. But she wanted to be with Rowan. Wanted the whole package. Saw their life together. And wanted more than anything for it to become a reality. But what if that future disappeared? What if it was cut short? What if they drifted apart. What if they tried to do long distance? Last summer while he was at camp was only two months and it was pure torture. It caused a rift so big between them that she wasn’t sure they’d overcome it. And yes, of course they did. But… to do it again? And for four years?

Her emotions threatened to choke her as she continued to dance out her frustrations, stomping and spinning and leaping, hoping against all hopes that the answers to her anxieties would appear if she could only dance long enough. She left every feeling, every worry, every gnawing anxiety on the dance floor, letting it tumble out through her moving limbs.

She didn’t know how long she’d been dancing when she opened her eyes again and refocused at herself in the mirror. She didn’t recognize the girl she saw there. She may not have come up with any answers, but she felt better. Raw, red eyed, red cheeked, and breathing hard, Aelin felt totally exposed. Which is why she nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice cut through the silence, over her harsh exhale.

“Practice starts next week.”

The director of the company stood in the darkened doorway of the studio, arms crossed and lips pursed in thoughtful approval.

“Oh, I wasn’t—”

“I know you weren’t,” she said with a formal smile. “But we’d still love to have you. If you want.”

It wasn’t necessarily the answer she had hoped to reach, but something about this moment felt like the universe trying to reassure her. That things do work out the way they’re supposed to.

“Yeah?” she asked, feeling somewhat hopeful.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she said.

A wide smile crossed the director’s face. “Welcome to the Orynth Dance Company,” she congratulated her.

Aelin didn’t know what had overcome her, but she couldn’t help but run over to her and throw her sweaty arms around her neck in a giant hug.

“Thank you.”

Right on cue, Aelin’s phone buzzed with another incoming text.

Cheeseburgers en route. See you soon. Xx

. . .

As anticipated, the cheeseburgers were exactly what Aelin needed to rejuvenate herself, but Rowan was totally right that there was no way to be sexy after housing a half pound of meat and cheese.

“I’m so stuffed,” she said, patting her extremely full stomach.

Rowan snorted. “Why don’t we take a post-dinner break and watch something?”

“Only if it’s Housewives!” Lorcan shouted from the kitchen where he was cooking dinner for him and Rhoe, who were properly affronted that Rowan hadn’t brought them cheeseburgers, as well.

Aelin sighed and chuckled softly as she let herself slump over onto Rowan, who was already pulling up Housewives onto the television.

“You are such an enabler,” Aelin laughed.

“It’s easier than dealing with him being pouty,” Rowan smartly replied.

Aelin was about to agree when they were interrupted by an unusual ring tone.

“I’m sorry,” Rowan said, sitting up suddenly. “Is that your… home phone?”

Aelin genuinely couldn’t remember the last time that had rung. Usually she and her dad were both contacted on their cells. They really just had a home line because it was part of their internet package. She couldn’t even remember who had that number.

“Uh, phone’s for you Aelin?” Lorcan shouted from the kitchen.

Even weirder?

“Who the hell would be calling this late on a Tuesday?” Aelin whispered. Rowan’s brow lifted.

“Why don’t you go see?”

Curious, Aelin pried herself off the couch and headed to the kitchen where Lorcan was standing with a spatula in one hand and the phone in the other.

“Who is it?” she whispered.

Lorcan shrugged, simply shoving the phone forward. Helpful.

Aelin cradled the phone against her ear and took a deep breath. “Hello?”

“Hello!” A deep voice rang out over the phone. “Is this Miss Aelin Galathynius?”

“Um,” she cleared her throat. “Yes?”

“Excellent!” the voice boomed, causing her to pull the phone away from her ear slightly. “My name is Xavier Forul, and I’m a local alum of Wendlyn University. I’d love to have you in for an interview some time in the near future. Whenever you’re available! I know you’re a busy senior with a lot on her plate.”

Aelin’s heart took off, beating faster as his words unfolded.

“Interview?”

“Yes,” he continued. “It’s my favorite part of the process. As a former Wendlyn man myself, I get to sit down and speak with young promising applicants to see what their goals and ambitions might be and how they might become part of the Wendlyn world.”

Aelin glanced at the silver-headed mop peeking out above the couch and exhaled slowly. This was it. The universe reassuring her. She felt it with every fiber of her being. She could dance, she could nail her classes this semester, and she’d get into Wendlyn and be with Rowan.

“Wow, thank you so much for reaching out,” Aelin began, her autopilot pilot voice taking over. “I’d love to meet with you.”

As Xavier explained the details of the interview, Aelin’s hope buoyed. She’d been waiting for a sign from the universe, something to tell her that she and Rowan were going to work out and be fine. If a personalized phone call on a landline that hadn’t rung in more months than she could count, inviting her into the home of a University alum wasn’t a sign, she didn’t know what was. And Aelin began to hope for the first time that everything was going to actually work out.

~*~

#rowaelin

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morathicain · 3 years ago

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Clearly, Sangwoo's hair is parted now bc this is Jaeyoung's favourite spot to kiss.

#Semantic Error #Headcanon #I've had this thought for days now #My brain being sappy AF #Soft™#They make me soft #Jaeyoung starts parting the hair to kiss his forehead #And Sangwoo starts to style it that way #Quietly #Or leaves it like that when Jaeyoung has parted it #Feel free to reblog or interact

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hairringtonsteve · 6 years ago

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i’m rushing to get homework done before game of thrones comes on but i just wanna get sappy for a second on main

last year was shit, especially the last couple of months. it was utter shit. i’m not gonna rehash what happened, but it sucked.

but 2019? it’s looking really good. i’ve got a great group of friends at my university and we build each other up and buy each other huge iced coffees and they’re just great. i have great friends that i don’t see much, but every time i see their message or text or whatever, my heart warms a little. i’m studying what i love and busting my butt to get there. i’m studying in london in the fall. i’m getting to report on things that i couldn’t have even imagined six months ago. i’m feeling like i can actually start being a human again and not feeling so numb. hell, i’m even writing again.

i’m not saying that everything is golden because it’s not. i still cry a lot. i still feel numb a decent amount. i still feel guilty about things. i still miss some people. but it’s not as overwhelming. i’m learning how to accept those feelings and then let them go faster. i’m growing and i’m learning and it’s hard, but i’m getting there.

i don’t know why i wrote all this up. i guess, if anything, whatever you’re going through? it’ll pass. it’ll be hard and it’ll be tough, but things won’t always be this bad.

love, your internet big sister (also my IMs/asks are always open if you need/want to talk!)

#personal #i'm being sappy af right now #probably bc my lab partner is finally stepping up and the relief is flooding my brain

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base0h · 2 years ago

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Drunk Corazon & Law with s/o

@itschiminn asked - “Drunk Law/Corazon with significant other and/or friend”

Oh god. Imma have way too much fun- thank you for the request fellow braincell <3

Warnings ⚠️ - Truck-kun, g/n reader

Law

- He’s the type of drunk that literally acts the complete opposite of what he normally acts like

- Will start dancing in front of you for no fucking reason

- You know that like “so delicious” thing on tiktok?? Yeah… hehe..

- If there’s a karaoke thing oh ho ho >:3

- He’d sing that brocken song “crawling in my skin” and just start belting it out into the microphone

- He’d sing that and then start singing “It’s about damn time” (yes he’s gonna dance too)

- Very open when he’s drunk

- Like- all of his memories come back about his life and he’ll just start crying into your shoulder and chest

- Make sure you have tissues

- Do NOT say anything about what he did when he wakes up in the morning.

- just.. don’t

- He’ll automatically think that you’re leaving him for some reason, and his memory goes haywire

- like you’ll tell him something, and you have to tell him again within 5 seconds

- “Law- that’s not your hat. That’s a fish.”

- “Oh… *five seconds* Wait what’s this?” *picks up the fish and puts it on his head*

Scenario - Law getting drunk in front of his crew and you

——— >

“Y/n! Um… The captain is-!” Penguin started to shout before being tackled by Bepo. Bepo reeked of alcohol and- various other things.. “BEPO I CAN’T- BREATHE-!” Penguin shouted, coughing and wheezing underneath him. “NOOOO DON’T LEAVE ME PENGUIN YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND AND I LOVE YOU-!” Bepo sobbed, cuddling Penguin close to him and drowning him in his white and fuzzy fur. You sighed, staring at the drunk crew, but your eyes immediately landed on Law. The tall man looked pretty normal until he turned around and saw you. You two locked eyes for a moment until his hands made the familiar motion of his devil fruit abilities. In the blink of an eye, you were standing right in front of him. He instantly just- flopped his entire body weight onto you. It was like he was a puddle, melting into your body. You heard him sniffling, and he started to say quietly, “Please don’t leave me..” Over and over again. You had to tell him over and over again that you weren’t planning on leaving, but he kept asking with a confused and drowsy tone, “Really?..” It was a very repetitive cycle of you trying to let him know that you weren’t going to leave.. In addition to that, his memory fucking sucks right now. You’ll tell him that you love him so much and will never leave, and he’ll forget within a couple seconds. You wouldn’t believe the things alcohol does to his brain. In the morning - Law would have absolutely 0 recollection of what happened. He’d go about his normal day. One time you told him about what he did, and he didn’t drink alcohol for about a year. So lesson learned- just don’t make him embarrassed like that. He hates being all tomato colored in front of his crew. He’s supposed to be the surgeon of death, not the tomato of embarrassment. 💀

Corazon

- Did you think he couldn’t get more clumsy?

- You thought wrong

- When he’s drunk it’s like his vision no longer works.

- He once thought the wall was you 💀

- He has now achieved the ability to set both shoulders on fire at the exact same time :0

- please carry a fire extinguisher so your man doesn’t fucking die

- You have to make sure this man doesn’t go walking in the street alone

- Bec he’ll get hit by truck-kun fs

- When he’s drunk he’s the most clingiest thing known to man

- do NOT leave him. He needs attention rn

- Cuddles. Lots of cuddles

- He also needs an unhealthy amount of fried chicken

- like it’s really strong cravings

- he’ll say all sorts of sappy things like “You’re the light in my world” or “The amount of stars in the sky can’t compare to your beauty”

- THIS MAN’S ROMANTIC AF OK?? 🗿

- This man will sing “I see the light” from tangled and ask to make a lantern with you

- if you say no: “You don’t love me…?” 🥺 and will start fucking crying

- JUST MAKE A LANTERN WITH HIM 💀

Scenario - Corazon being clumsy AND drunk

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You were STRUGGLING to carry this huge ass man. My guy’s 9’6, that’s huge. Unfortunately, you had a Zoro moment, and had to ask for directions. For the literal five minutes you took your eyes off of your man, he was gone. You frantically looked around, he couldn’t have gone too far right?! You look across the street and see him standing in the middle of all the traffic. He looked dazed and confused, and quite sleepy.. There was a flashing light, a loud horn came from the truck (kun) that was speeding towards him. You’ve never run that fast in your entire fucking life. You hurled yourself at this huge-ass man, tackling him to the side walk. You saw both of your lives flashing before your eyes. “Y/n… You’re so beautiful…” Corazon whispered with a smile, his hand on your cheek. “Corazon. A truck almost ran you over.” You bluntly stated with a deadpan face. “Really?? I only see you.” He said with a laugh, struggling to stand up again. You tried to support his weight the best you could, and Corazon kept saying different compliments on the way back home. “You’re so strong- how did I find you again???” “Remember that kid Law I was telling you about? That damn brat?” It was a very- interesting rollercoaster of topics you guys talked about. In the morning - Corazon remembered everything about the night before. And I mean everything. He was the most tomato colored man when he saw your face right beside his. “Y/n- I’m sorry.. I promise I won’t do that again-“ He would say with a saddened expression. How could you not forgive him?? You had to reassure him for a couple minutes that it was ok, and that you still loved him so much. When you said, “I love you Cora.. No matter what.” For about the 10th time, he started to cry with a shocked expression. “I love you too..” He whispered back, resting his head in the crook of your neck. This man’s a baby 🥺

a/n - I hope you all liked this one because I sure did 💀 I think I couldn’t breathe for about a minute once I stuck truck-kun in there-

#one piece #trafalgar law #law one piece #corazon one piece #anime hcs #one piece hcs #trafalgar d law x reader #rosinante x y/n #donquixote rosinante #trafalgar d water law #one piece marines #worst generation

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themoonandvenuslovechild · 3 years ago

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OMG! I have a super dirty idea, how comfortable are you with writing smut? TW: I lost track of myself and this request got specific on secsy things

Here it is: usually Druig and Makkari are a couple before reader comes to okay, right? Not this time! Reader and Makkari are an item. They fuck like rabbits and aren’t hiding they relationship. Everyone knows they are a couple. Everyone loved them together. Druig is as stoic as ever, but he prefers their company and is always more himself with them. All that sappy shit.

Reader and Makkari both know he is into them, they are just playing their own little game of pretending not to see and tease Druig to see when he would break, but he doesn’t.

One day, they are both tired of waiting and they are horny af and both know what they want. So they just grab Druig, drag him to his or their room push him on the bad and give him the best night of his night. Makkari goes straight for his face and reader makes sure he is ready to be inside of her.

Oh god I have never been so explicit in a request before, forgive me father for I am a whore.

Tired of Waiting

please i love the explicit request it makes me feel better about writing it 😫

TW// smut, face-riding, blowjob, uhh idk just sex stuff nothing too incredibly intense, my shit writing

You and Makkari were a wonderful couple. Everyone on the team had been happy when the two of you had told them you’d started to date because they had known how long you had been pining after each other.

Everyone had been happy, even Druig. Druig who was madly in love with the both of you. His heart ached at the fact that he couldn’t be with either of you but he was happy that you had each other.

His jealousy for your relationship began the night that he heard you and Makkari fucking in her room, which was right next to his. Your loud moans and the banging of the bed echoed through his brain the entire night. Sure, he enjoyed hearing you. Sure, it made him horny. Sure, he may have masturbated to hearing you get absolutely ruined by Makkari. None of those things meant he wasn’t jealous. Now he just feeling like a jealous creep. That feeling didn’t help his mood much at all.

He became even more sour around everyone when you and Makkari began to get very affectionate in public. Her arms hung around your shoulders, one of you sitting in the other’s lap, one of you having kisses peppered down your neck. Druig couldn’t take it. He knew that neither of you intended to hurt him, but it did. He loves you both and neither of you love him back.

But that wasn’t true either. You and Makkari did love Druig back, he just didn’t know that quite yet. The two of you had known that he was into you both, and had decided to play a little game called ‘let’s see how much we can tease Druig before he breaks’.

You’d spend your time together in open spaces. You’d pepper open-mouthed kisses down her neck. She’d have you sit in her lap and subtly grind against her thigh. You’d place your hands just below her breast while you were hugging her from behind. She’d suck on your pulse point causing soft little whimpers from you. The teasing drove Druig nuts, but he stayed as stoic as ever. He let himself pretend that it didn’t make his cock harden in his pants, or his heart ache as he was left out.

No, Druig pretended it was all fine because being. eat the two of you was far easier than being away from you was.

After a long day of attempting to push the man to his breaking point, you flop down into bed and look up at Makkari who is taking her pants off to replace them with a more comfortable pair.

“Why won’t he just give in and admit it to us?” you whine to her, your hands moving along with your mouth.

“He’s always been stubborn, you know that.”

“But this time the stubbornness is annoying, ‘Kari. He could be laying in here with us right now if he would just say something. We could be having sex with him.”

Makkari’s eyes light up and a grin spreads across her face.

“What is it?” you question.

“What if we went to him first instead? We know he’s interested, maybe he’s doesn’t know we are.”

You perk up from your place on the bed, a newfound energy inside of you as you scrambled to get to your feet. “Makkari, you are a genius.”

“Where are you going?” She signs quickly as you reach for the door handle.

“I’m going to make a move. Are you coming with me or not?”

She smiles as she follows behind you, abandoning her intentions of putting another pair of pants on and deciding this is too important to wait on, and she figured they’d be taken off soon anyways.

You find Druig walking alone in the hall, probably heading to the kitchen to grab a late night snack or find some other random activity to partake in. “Druig!” You call out to him.

He spins around, his eyes landing on you and Makkari standing in the hallway. He can’t help himself as his eyes drift over both of your forms and the way you’re both dressed. Makkari’s legs are bare and she’s clad in only a pair of underwear and a t-shirt, while you’re wearing only a large t-shirt that is practically a dress at this point.

He nods in acknowledgement of your call and pretends his eyes hadn’t just been roaming both of your bodies. “Hey.”

You smile and watch as Makkari walks towards him, not explaining a single word to him as she grabs his hand and begins to pull him in the opposite direction of the one he had been walking in.

“Where are you-”

She turns and holds a finger up to her lips to shush him, knowing that he was speaking by the vibrations through the air. His lips closed tightly as he let Makkari drag him towards you, but she didn’t stop there, continuing on to your room.

When she managed to drag him all the way there, grabbing you along the way, she shut the door behind the three of you.

“Makkari, what is going on?”

“We know.”

“You know what?” There’s nervousness and confusion written all over his face, worried he’s about to have his friendship with the two of you ruined.

“We know you like us.” His eyes turned to you, widening quickly.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “We like you too. We’ve been trying to make you break and tell us first, but you’re just so stubborn.”

His eyes flick back over to Makkari quickly and she moves her hands fast. “And, if you want, we’d like to fuck you.”

Druig’s breath hitches at the statement and he swallows thickly.

“What do you think, Dru? Would you want to fuck us?”

“Yes.”

As soon as the word falls from his perfect lips, you and Makkari are on him, her lips pressed against his as she walked him backwards towards the bed until his knees hit the mattress and he fell to sit on the bed.

“Take your pants off,” Makkari signs, as he hands quickly lift his shirt over his head.

He quickly shoves his pants down his legs as she instructed, leaving him completely bare to the two of you. Makkari, being the fair person she is, takes her shirt off of herself, and pulls her underwear down her legs, kicking them across the floor to be found at a later time.

You remove your shirt as well, deciding to join in on the action. You walk over towards the bed, only hesitating when Druig speaks, his hands moving at the same time, desperately trying to communicate with Makkari.

“Makkari. Makkari, please, I want to taste you, please.”

She smiles as she kisses him again, pushing him to lay down and crawling up his body to position her bare cunt over his face. He gets tired of waiting on her to take action, his hands pulling her cunt to him as he licks a stripe through her folds, finding her clit and causing a small moan to rise from her throat.

He didn’t realize you were there until your hands touched his thighs and he tensed up as your hand found his cock. He let out a soft groan and his muscles tensed as your hand wrapped around his dick to stroke him.

“’M gonna make sure you’re ready to be inside me, Dru.” He hummed to let you know he understood.

Your lips wrapped around him, slowly taking his length down your throat until you were gagging. He couldn’t help himself as he thrust his hips up and pushed himself further into your mouth. It was easy for you to understand the message he was trying to get across, as you begin to gently bob your head up and down, listening to his soft whimpers and groans as you used your mouth to bring him closer to climax.

Just as he was about to cum, you pulled away. Druig didn’t have much time to complain because soon after he felt you gently run his cock through your folds before you slowly sunk down onto him. All three of you moaned at the same time. You moaning at the stretch, Druig moaning at your perfect pussy around his cock, and Makkari moaning at Druig’s moan reverberating through her.

You found yourself bouncing up and down, your eyes trained on the way his cock slid in and out of you, and the soft grunts and moans you could hear coming from him.

Not long after you began riding him, Makkari flopped away from the pair of you to catch her breath, leaving you and Druig on your own for a minute. He decided that you weren’t going fast enough for him, so he flipped you and began to fuck you harder than you thought possible.

He muffled your moans with his mouth as his fingers found your clit, rubbing soft circles to bring you closer to your orgasm.

When he pulled away from the kiss, he was met with your whining and begging. “Please, please, need to cum, please.”

He gives you a lopsided smirk and presses harder on your clit, angling himself to fuck you just the right way.

“Cum for me, m’darling.”

Your legs shook as you followed his command, all of your senses overwhelmed with the pleasure you felt at your climax, and just as you were coming down from your orgasm, Druig reached his.

When he pulled out of you, his cum began to drip down your thighs and onto the sheets of the mattress, his eyes drawn to your cunt and the way that it was leaking.

It took less than a minute for Makkari’s mouth to find your cunt, cleaning up the first mess of the night that Druig had made, and as he was watching Makkari stopped, turning to him.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

#druig #druig x makkari #makkari x druig #druig x reader #druig x you #makkari x reader #makkari x you #makkari smut #druig smut #drukkari smut #drukkari #drukkari x reader #drukkari x you #eternals #mcu #marvel

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defilerwyrm · 3 years ago

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⭐️ Bei Mir Bist Du Schön

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He opened his mouth to thank Essek but what came out instead was, “Deine Augen sind wunderschön.”

Essek stared at him, perfectly neutral save for the subtle rise of stark white eyebrows. “I don’t speak Zemnian,” he said, flashing his customary, placid little smile.

This is early Essek, well before c2e097, so this is a fully calculated move. That stare is him running simulations in his head, as it were, weighing his options, and he finally decides that he can learn more about Caleb if the guy thinks he doesn’t understand these little asides.

And boy did he ever just learn something juicy.

The second time, he was feeling petulant. Essek was normally a very patient and talented teacher, but there came a time when they butted heads over the best way to work a spell: Essek’s experience and Caleb’s contradicted each other, and neither was willing to admit that he was wrong because they weren’t. Caleb couldn’t have said why they were getting spirited over it. It was unlike them to lock horns this way, and the condescension chafed fiercely.

To my understanding, Wildemount never—at least post-Calamity—had a continent-spanning culture like the Roman Empire that would standardize learning across regions, and the Empire and Dynasty have utterly lacked in cultural exchange pretty much throughout their histories; so I reason that their approach to magic must be very damn different right down to the fundamentals. But, I also reason, magic is like math, in that there’s more than one way to come to a given conclusion—so the same spell cast by an Imperial mage might use different theory and somatic/verbal components with the same results.

I love fic that plays homage to cultural differences, so I figured that there must surely come a point where Caleb and Essek quibble about how to do a thing, with the crux being that they’re both right.

In a fit of pique, he muttered, “Du hast Glück, dass du abartig schön bist, denn du bist so ein Arsch.”

Essek’s head whipped up so fast that, for a moment, Caleb thought maybe he understood after all—but Essek just squinted at him without recognition and said, “I beg your pardon?”

Essek’s poker face is doing triple duty here because Caleb just said he’s hot af but also a dick, and this isn’t a sentiment Essek hasn’t heard before, but it hasn’t really gotten under his skin like it does this time.

Caleb passed a hand over his face and scratched at the beard he desperately needed to shave off. “Nothing,” he lied, “just annoyed with myself. This should be a moment of discovery, now that we know this can go either way. A door has unlocked and we’re both pulling it shut. Can we start again?”

The slip, and Essek’s reaction to it, made Caleb realize that they were both being dillweeds about the whole thing and it wasn’t going to move them forward at all.

It was—of course, of fucking course the intonation mattered. “A tonal shift,” he breathed. He took Essek by the lapels of his robe and shook him gently, and blurted out, “Ich könnte dein Gehirn küssen und dann deinen Mund.”

“What the hell is going on,” Nott squeaked at the same time as Essek chuckled almost nervously, “Caleb, I don’t—”

Hot boi damn near let the cat out of the bag right here. It’s certainly not that he specifically did not want to be smooched at all, but more that 1) Nott was RIGHT THERE so it would be mortifying, 2) he’s still very D: about physical contact and this point, and 3) he’s still very privately going “fuck fuck fuck WHY a HUMAN” about his own attraction to Caleb. There is very much a part of him that Wants That, but the rest of him is just not coping with it at all just yet.

The following morning, though, all he could think about was Dein Bett wäre besser and Essek’s careful fingers touching his face.

Both of them are fully mortified with themselves. They’re ridiculous. I see Caleb heading back to the Xhorhaus with shoulders bunched up, brow furrowed, and wide eyes glued to his own feet as his brain screams “DEIN BETT WÄRE BESSER” at him, mockingly, over and over. Slipping up and confessing your attraction to your crush is relatably horrifying (gods, I’ve been there, it’s awful) and Caleb is predisposed to beat himself up to begin with. Add in the rest of the party making a big deal over the fact that he spent the night over at Essek’s towers and you’ve got an abject storm in that little ginger head of his.

It did not help matters that no matter how much he insisted that nothing happened, the Mighty Nein were dead set on believing that he’d slept with his mentor, and they spent the next three days teasing him about it, none of them aware that he was simultaneously tormenting himself.

Okay so I try to be good and not talk shit about my own work these days, but that sentence just landed in a belly flop for me. I’m not sure it actually gets across what I’d meant, which was that Caleb was beating himself up for a different reason than what they all thought.

In the midst of a messy ambush by three of the wolf-cat eye-beasts, one of them managed to get the drop on Caleb, and it pinned him, screaming, to the ground. Its claws dug fiery punctures into either side of his chest. He thrashed, trying to get both hands up to cast, but it would be too late—his reflexes weren’t good enough. His body had never been nearly as sharp as his mind, and he was about to pay the price in the form of massive, dagger-like fangs lunging towards his throat. He screamed again, chest nearly frozen with fear, when—

Adventurers are generally made of tough stock, but I really wanted to dig into the POV of someone who’s being attacked by a terrifying cerature intent on ripping them apart. “You take 12 piercing damage and are knocked prone” is mechanical and dry; I wanted to show the full in-character implications of those mechanics.

Another fic that represents game mechanics narratively to absolutely stunning affect is Hard Mouth by road_rhythm, which I cannot recommend highly enough. I wrote Bei Mir before Hard Mouth started posting but had it been the other way around, it 100% would have been an inspiration in that regard.

He could not help but murmur, “Götter, ich bins so verschossen in dich.”

Fun fact: I got myself the book Talking Dirty German specifically for writing Caleb dialogue, and it really came in handy here. This idiom is from that book, as did abartig schön. The literal translation is “Gods, I am so shot into you,” which coming to think of it sounds a wee bit dirty but is figuratively very sappy.

Speaking of sappy….

“Das Gefühl ist Gegenseitig,” came the warm and sleepy reply.

Part of this is Essek being barely-conscious, but the bulk of it is this—and this is basically giving away the whole way the fic progresses: pretending not to know Zemnian began as a manipulation tactic to get intel, then became a game of “Let’s see how long it takes you to figure this out, smart boy” as their bond grew and Essek stopped deliberately trying to throw Caleb off, and finally when they were a couple he figured it would be cruel and pointless to keep up the ruse, especially since he’d been growing to appreciate pet names in their mother tongues.

Caleb took a deep breath, set his tea aside, and launched himself at Essek, who yelped, laughing, and danced out of his grasp. Essek led him on a merry chase around the kitchen and held out as long as he could before crying mercy at Caleb’s vicious tickling.

You know, I probably shouldn’t point this out in case my readers hadn’t cottoned onto it yet either, but it wasn’t until like a week after publishing this that I stopped and thought, “WTF happened to Essek’s teacup? Did he take the time to set it down? Did it get dropped and shatter? Did he show off and levitate it?? Did he bring it with him and get tea all over the place and himself?!” Smh…. Choose your own explanation, I guess, lmao.

The rolls were a little burnt that morning, but Caleb had no regrets.

Part of me feels like this is kind of a weak ending, but I justify it to myself by remembering how hard Caleb regretted his slip-ups over the course of the fic. He spends a good bit of copy beating himself up over them, so ultimately I think it fits, even if it kinda lacks punch.

#ask box games #shadowgast #before long my song is dying #critical role #plz how do i fandom

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sweetsakusa · 4 years ago

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Dimples and Laughter

Description: Sakusa has dimples. That’s it. This is what we are talking about today.

Disclaimer: I saw a post with something similar to this where they talked about Sakusa having dimples and I forgot who did it so when I find it, I’ll tag them. Just know that’s my inspiration for this. Anyways, enjoy my first post!

Genre: Fluff, sorta marriage and parenting au, drabble, slice of life,

Character Pairing: Timeskip Sakusa x Reader + your nine month old daughter, Rina

Warnings: none (unless babies count as a trigger warning lmao I’m really sorry), SAPPY AND ROMANTIC AF

A/N: I’m so obsessed with him

Word Count: 1.5k words

You roll over to your side, groaning as the sun’s rays penetrate through your eyelids, stirring from your restful slumber. You reach to feel the side of the bed where Kiyoomi normally sleeps, the sheets now cool to the touch from abandonment. You sigh into his pillow, the subtle scent of his cologne wafting into your nose. You want to stay there forever, but most of all, you want his strong arms thrown around your waist, burying into his toned chest, the warmth emanating off his frame in waves and warming your body.

You feel yourself growing bored without his presence. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, trudging to the bathroom and turn the nob in the shower to get the hot water running. You throw your clothes into the hamper before hopping in. After showering, you grab some clothes from your closet and slip on a pair of sweats and t-shirt before tying up your damp hair. As you walk down the hall to begin breakfast, a fit of muffled laughter comes from behind a cracked door of the nursery.

Curiosity bubbles inside your chest and you tiptoe closer, leaning against the cool wood. Peeking through the small crack, the sight of your husband sitting on the sparkling clean floor, playing with your daughter, appears. A smile creeps onto your face as he holds her and lifts her up into the air and pulls her back down onto his lap. Her squeals of laughter fills your ears and Kiyoomi can’t hold back a deep chuckle, gentle and fluid, a flash of a smile flickers through his quiet laugh. Your eyes scan his handsome face, the beautiful head of curly, dark locks, obsidian eyes, his defined jawline, and the two moles above his right eyebrow only accentuates his beauty.

You continued to watch your husband play with your daughter as another squeal of laughter falls from her lips. Slowly, but surely, the small, fond smile grows into a grin, full of genuine joy, and stretched ear to ear.

His smiles were infrequent. Occasionally, you will receive a smirk or a lipped smile that shows the tiniest indent of dimples, but other than that, Kiyoomi Sakusa rarely smiled.

Your breath hitches, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s grinning. Out of four years of dating, three years of marriage and almost a year with a child, you had never seen him beam with pure happiness until now. The dimples hidden behind his calm, nonchalant expression emerge. He has dimples, the indents on his cheeks so prominent that you are tempted to stick skittles in them and convinced that they will stay.

Understanding the rarity of this small moment, you stand there, lingering by the door and taking in every second that brilliant smile is on his face. The last thing you wanted was forget the smile that brought out the divots in his cheeks. It was like falling in love with him all over again, the feeling strangely familar, yet still foreign. Your mind spaces out, your heart swells with love, threatening to burst through your chest because your poor heart can’t take it. How is it possible that you can fall in love with him more than you already were?

He’s difficult to read under his calm and collected demeanor. Everything is out of the blue with him, but he never fails to make you fall for his beautiful unpredictabilities. When he kisses your forehead through his mask after coming home, showering immediately and once he does, his lips will always be found on yours; when he mutters, “thank you, love,” when you hand him a cup of coffee or tea; when he purposely places your favorite mug on the top shelf of the cabinet so you have to ask him to grab it for you and he gets the chance to kiss your shoulder or cheek and hug you from behind; when you catch him staring at you and he doesn’t look away, he has a fond look of awe in his eyes, unwavering, and heat rushes up your face.

The unpredictability of Kiyoomi only makes you hopelessly fall in love with him. It never fails to make your stomach flip at the small acts of affection he gives you, undeniable adoration he shows to you and to you only. It hits you when you least expect it and it's a wonderful surprise that renders you tongue-tied and you try to say the words, but your mind is in too much of a jumbled mess that they don’t fall past your throat. It was moments like these that left you star-struck and utterly speechless. You swear he’s going to be the death of you.

You decide to finally make your presence known. You nudge the door open, careful not to disturb their peace.

“Good morning, Kiyoomi,” you whisper as you gently shut the door behind you.

He lifts his head at your voice, a flicker of a smile still teasing his lips when he finally lets his face relax. “Good morning, darling.” The pet name always sends tingles across your body, making your toes curl and your heart ache.

Your daughter is still paying attention to him, her arms making motions in the air, trying to get his attention so he can lift her again. He obliges and the sweet ring of hysteric giggles fill the room once again.

You sit down next to him, your daughter’s large eyes on you now as Kiyoomi set her back down on his lap, his large hands holding her gently and rubbing her back in soothing patterns. His practicality and carefulness made parenthood look good on him.

“Good morning, Rina,” you say sweetly as you stroke the dark bunch of hair she inherited from her father.

She babbles as if trying to come up with a construction of sentences. You place a few kisses on her head, smiling at her nonsense words. Out of the corner of your eye, Kiyoomi lets his face break into a fond smile. You smile even wider.

“It seems to me that you have been using her as a dumbbell to workout,” you joke. He has been taking more days off to help you raise your daughter and she has grown even more fond of him.

He quirks an amused eyebrow. “She isn’t heavy enough to be a weight.”

You roll your eyes. “I know that.” You hadn’t forgotten his taut, muscular figure, toned with muscle and minimal fat.

“Have you eaten anything yet?” You ask as your thumb creates circles on his forearm, coiled with veins and tendons.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“I’ll start breakfast right now.” You start to stand up, but his calloused hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back.

“Can I have a kiss?” He asks gingerly, his hand caressing your jaw. It was adorable when he asked for affection and it wasn’t often when he asked.

You give him more than just a kiss. You lean in, your hand rests on his shoulder and kisses him a few times. Each time you pull away, you smile against his lips as you lean in for another one.

“I love you.” The declaration of love whispered against his lips as you placed another kiss there to seal it, let it seep into his skin, make it known to him you meant every word.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs, his thumb cradling your cheek.

You break your loving gaze from your husband to your daughter, her eyes wide as she stares at the both of you, mouth slightly agape as her brain tries to register the tender action her parents just shared. Kiyoomi’s ears are brushed with a pink tinge. Still blushing after almost being together for almost ten years? You want to say, but you bite your lip to prevent them from falling.

You laugh, light and airy as you kiss her forehead. “And I love you, Rina.”

You lift yourself from the floor, walking to the door and closing it behind. You try your best to suppress the stupid grin on your face, but fail miserably. You walk to the kitchen to make yourself coffee. You open the cabinet to get your mug and realize Kiyoomi put it on the top shelf once again. Attempting to get the mug yourself is a lost cause because he absolutely forbids it in the case you might hurt yourself.

You smile, but it falls from your face when your jaw begins to tense, letting you know you have been smiling so much to the point it hurts. Instead, you just let your lips tug at the ends.

You fervently wish he never stops surprising you. Routine is a part of Kiyoomi’s lifestyle and he enjoys the familiarity and repetition; it brings him comfort. It is easier for him to follow a paved road than a gravel path. How much of a surprise it was for him to include you into his routine and take the beaten path instead so he can see the flowers while walking side by side with you.

Repetition and changeability contrasts with each other like black and white, yin and yang, like the cherry blossom petals dancing in the spring air and the autumn leaves floating in the cool fall breeze, but when they are put together, it creates something beautiful and Kiyoomi is the embodiment of that strange yet beautiful combination.

#haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyu drabble #sakusa imagines #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa drabble #domestic sakusa #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyū!!

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