#They were confused about how to pronounce it lol

[so-am-smyme9540]

wait how long has your profile been Misha Collins? I could've sworn it was something else before-

I only changed it yesterday lol

I randomly remembered that the Mishopocalypse happened, and I was sad that I missed it, so I made it my pfp as a sort of homage lol

[arminsumi]

I want to kiss you / キスしたい

G. Satoru

NOTE: i recently started learning to write in japanese for not much reason other than to occupy my mind with something new. this little daydream came to me and i can't stop thinking about it, i think falling in love despite a language barrier is one of the purest and sweetest ways to fall in love.

WARNINGS — it might be fem reader idk, kissing 👍, ur married w him at the end, not proofread lol i'm snuggled up in bed ok

Satoru cant speak english and you cant speak japanese; Suguru is the translator friend. You met him online years ago, who knows how. But you hit it off, and four years of friendship rolled by.

Satoru heard all about Y/n and saw you many times when Suguru facetimed or called you. You and him had many cute, playful interactions, ranging from making hearthands at each other to flipping each other off and laughing about it. Sometimes Satoru would be sat off-camera, overloading Suguru with things to translate, because he had a lot to say to you. One time, Suguru left for a few minutes to get a pizza delivery, and then Satoru got very quiet and the two of you blinked at your screens.

"Hi."

"Hi."

And then you two for some reason started laughing with your whole chests, Suguru walked in with a confused smirk. He joked, "Sooo... what did you and Satoru talk about while I was gone?" He asked, gentle accent coming through in soft waves. "The mysteries of the universe." You replied. Satoru was already diving into the pizza box, but he still listened to you speak; he wondered what you had said, maybe you used some fancy words to say that you liked him? He'd be lying if he said he didn't memorize variations of "i like you" after that. He was paranoid that he could miss you saying that you liked him.

You managed a slow, meticulously-pronounced nice to meet you in Japanese when you finally visited Tokyo. It was at the airport. You and Suguru had shared many hugs — good grief, you'd seen height comparisons many times but none painted a real idea of just how big these boys were. But Satoru? He was loudmouthed on a screen and surprisingly shy in person. Eventually he hugged you and didn't let go. He even got so comfy as to hang and cling to your body like you saw him doing with Suguru in countless photos and videos.

Though you could barely pronounce the little Japanese that you picked up, Satoru felt giddy to hear your pretty voice in his language. He listened to you like you were reciting love poetry to him, fists under his chin and eyes starry. But you were just saying basic phrases, boring things — nothing that articulated your thoughts properly.

He was far too embarrassed to try and speak any English when he first met you, even though after developing a crush on you he did start learning some English on the side. He knew quite a bit, but listening was so impossibly difficult it frustrated him like nothing else. He was also self-conscious of his English accent, though Suguru tried to assure him that he sounded very cute and almost oddly British.

So often instead of attempting to speak tiny phrases to you, Satoru threw a lot of hand motions and signals your way which got the two of you and Suguru laughing — poor Sugie, he was always translating even the smallest things you said even if you muttered them under your breath, because Satoru was eager to know every little thought and expression you had, even if you were simply commenting on the weather.

Once you commented that it was so hot, you were visiting during a heatwave-filled summer. Satoru raised his brows at Suguru expectantly, and you heard a familiar translation;

暑い。

It's hot.

There was such a frustrating language barrier between the two of you, it became more evident when you had finally flown over the sea to meet them.

Yet you and satoru fell in love silently and beautifully, your love flowing like a river in the most unexpected directions. You felt his affection emanating from his irises. You and him joked around, and talked — though you had no idea what the other meant most of the time. Sometimes the two of you gave up and you talked in English, he responded with Japanese, and it went on like that very comedically until Suguru came back to bridge the gap.

Lots of time was spent putting your heads together over your phone, reading translations of what you wanted to say to each other.

One day, when Suguru left the two of you alone in his apartment kitchen so that he could hop to the convenience store, Satoru typed something into the translator and let you read it. Your face warmed up.

キスしたい。

I want to kiss you.

He looks at you expectantly.

You type back to him.

Then kiss me.

それからキスして。

He blushed and hesistated, the two of you making electric eye contact for a while before he boyishly pecked your lips to test if you liked his kiss, but oh that's all the two of you needed to realize just how much you liked each other. You melted into each other like your bodies were made for nothing else but to embrace and be one. He shook a little, tentatively gliding his lips over yours. His hands nervously cupped your cheeks. With the way he handled you so carefully, you'd think you were made of porcelain.

Your reciprocation meant everything to him. His confidence flourished. The soft smacking, wet sounds got louder when he kissed you more passionately. Those gentle hands found their way to the back of your neck, and he softly pressed you closer to him as if he was scared you would pull away. What if you changed your mind mid-kiss? He was overthinking and you wouldn't have even guessed it, because you thought he was in the same blissed out dream state as you were. So high on kissing that the world fell away.

The two of you started smiling embarrassedly, grinning so hard that you couldn't continue kissing. Then the two of you just giggled against each other's faces — a subconscious realization swept him; laughter and kissing are their own languages.

Yes as years passed and you visited time and time again, your Japanese improved and his English improved. When you moved to Japan, eventually you adopted a messy mix of Japanese and English with Satoru. He liked showing off how perfectly he could pronounce things, and you liked showing off that you could write very neat kana.

Years and years and years passed and when you and him were married in your own little apartment, starting a life together, a very fluent Satoru reminisced about how the two of you fell in love despite barely speaking to each other.

"It was your eyes for me." You said.

"Oh really? It was your voice for me. I didn't know what you were saying, but it sounded nice." He said.

"Mmm I liked your voice, too." You said, snuggling your head on his shoulder. He basked in the attention, though it was common, it always felt special for him. The smallest hand touches and wrist kisses made his heart lurch.

"Remember when I always nagged Suguru to translate every little thing you said?"

"Yeah, you worked him to the bone." You chuckled.

"I just wanted to know what you were saying. I had such a crush on you, looking back now it was even ridiculous how much I liked you considering the barrier and all."

"Ooh, did you?"

"How is this surprising? We're married??"

"Oh yeah."

[trueangel420]

imagine pinning for kai? like he’s confused why you act like you do in this cult like setting and he’s like what??

“Stop following me.”

“Oh, do you want me to walk beside you? Maybe hold hands with you?” you said seriously, trying to keep up with his strides throughout his house. “Divine ruler” you added. he paused looking back at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “i feel like you don't take me seriously, you don't take what i do seriously do you?” he hissed, backing you up against the basement wall. “Yeah i do totally,” you nodded, feeling the warmth in your cheeks from how close he was. to be fair you only joined the cult because he was hot, as embarrassing that is and when he started killing people that's when your crush developed. “No you fucking don't, everytime i speak you don't even listen? what did i talk about a hour ago do you even remember?” you bit your bottom lip, standing there trying to remember. you remember him yelling a bunch and pacing around, and also the very pronounced veins in his hands as he spoke.

“I remember lots” you lie, you knew he knew you lied. “Don't play fucking coy with me” he entrapped you, his palms pressed to the wall, caging up against your body. “What are your intentions?” he asked, his jaw clenched as he watched the expression on your face, you looked almost delighted, not scared at all.

“Good intentions?” you answered, more like you were asking a question. if you were any other member he'd probably slap you for that, but he held it back his dark eyes searching your face. "Is this a joke to you?" you shook your head frantically “No divine ruler”

like imagine getting on his last nerve and he just can’t for the love of god figure out what’s wrong with you, and you just have a crush on him LOL like you’d do the pinky with him and he’d feel confused because you answered everything so genuinely but his paranoia was so high bc he couldn’t read u JJDJAKA

Your fingers intertwined with his, his eyes narrowing as he asked his first question. “Why did you join?” You cleared your throat and met his intense gaze. “You looked really hot.” His intense expression faltered for a moment. “What?” You felt a mix of embarrassment and defiance as his grip tightened slightly. “You heard me,” you said, maintaining your composure. His eyes searched yours, trying to discern if you were joking. “And that’s the only reason?” he asked, his voice a blend of confusion and curiosity.

“Well, it was the main reason,” you admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “I was curious about you.” He sighed, releasing some of the tension between you. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes now. “you joined my cult… because i was hot?” he looked at you before speaking again “I have followers because they believe in my vision, my power. And you—you’re here because you thought I was attractive?”

You shrugged, nodding. “Pretty much yeah.” He didn’t know what to say, he had a reputation, a scary one at that and you joined his cult, his movement based on his… looks?

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

[herefortheships]

More thoughts about that psychic connection.

I know I've talked about the "psychic connection" between Lydia and Betelgeuse before, but since I'm a sucker for such soulmate links between characters, I thought I'd write a little more.

It's all speculative, and that might have been just a fun line for Betelgeuse to say there, adding to how hopelessly in love the poor guy is with Lydia. But what if they do share a connection?

In this post I want to speculate a little about how this connection formed between them, and when, and what it may mean.

If there is such a connection between them, I think it formed after their wedding in the first movie. Hear me out, the ceremony was basically complete; they just needed to be pronounced husband and wife, when Barbara showed up with the sand worm. So I believe there was a soul link between them that was being formed that night, which remains, although half-formed, until this day.

This ritual would have made it possible for Betelgeuse to have free access to the world of the living, so whatever metaphysical mumbo jumbo was going on there, it was powerful enough to bridge the world of the living and the world of the dead for Betelgeuse to cross from the latter to the former in full power (assuming he'd keep his ghostly powers upon gaining access to the world of the living; he might just become a regular guy, who knows. Still, restoring his body so he can walk as a living man again must require a lot of power).

When the ritual was only a step away from being finalized, it just left that link between Betelgeuse and Lydia which he eventually realized he could use to watch her from afar and try to reconnect with her. Call it a residual of sorts that was left when they were almost married the first time.

It may have only been possible for that link to remain or even form in the first place due to Lydia's own ability to see and communicate with ghosts, though.

As a matter of fact, as I mentioned before (because we all know how I'm a sucker for all the soulmate stuff lol), it may even be Lydia keeping that link between them alive, or even making it possible for it to exist. I have this headcanon that subconsciously she keeps calling him and allowing his presence around her all the time. She may sense a bond with him that she's currently unable to consciously notice. Betelgeuse feels the same bond and openly embraces it; he's an ancient, powerful soul, so he can see how the two of them are just meant to be together. But yes, I already totally talked about this in the other post.

More headcanon stuff: At the end of the sequel, when Betelgeuse shows up in Lydia's bed (and possibly in her nightmare, too, unless they were sharing the same dream), that it might've been Lydia's subconscious calling him right back to her after she banished him. There's a part of her that never wanted him gone. We can see how her face looks conflicted right after she sent Betelgeuse away. We can also see how her face went from scared and disgusted, to confused and surprised while they danced during the wedding scene. Lydia's heart was no doubt swayed, but she's struggling to come to terms with it. (You can clearly see how she's thinking "what the heck it was for real? This guy really loves me??" I totally didn't notice that the first time I watched that scene).

Anyway I'll leave this one up to here, lest I start repeating my points from the previous post (which I'm already doing, oops lol).

My Tl;dr for this post: Their psychic connection might have formed right after the first wedding, due to it being almost finalized. A link was formed and remained between their souls. Lydia might be keeping that link alive and calling Betelgeuse right back to her, subconsciously.

[isak-dot-gov]

Heyyyyyy I thought I'd just gab my thoughts lol

Could you please write a Judgment day x reader [Platonic] OR a Rhea Ripley x reader Where Readers was out for an injury (Kinda like how rhea is Was a bit ago) and they've been out yk just living their normal life, And one night the Judgment day is doing what they do yk being emo and incredibly edgy as they do And reader makes a suprise return

I just think that would be so fricken cute tyyyy xox your writing is amazing

Surprise Return

Pairing: (Platonic)Judgement day x Reader

Word count: 1582

My masterlist:)

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The arena was electrified with the hum of anticipation. Every seat in the stadium was filled, with thousands of fans screaming and chanting in a cacophony that only heightened the excitement. The massive screens hanging above the ring lit up with the dark, brooding graphics of Judgment Day, and the audience’s reaction grew even louder.

Judgment Day was at the height of their dominance in WWE, a faction that embodied a unique mix of strength, rebellion, and pure chaos. Led by Finn Bálor, the group had become a force to be reckoned with, and their presence commanded attention. Beside Finn stood Damian Priest, his towering figure exuding a cold, intimidating presence. Dominik Mysterio, the group's newest member, looked out into the crowd with a sly grin, soaking up the mixed reactions from the fans.

But tonight, the spotlight was on Rhea Ripley. The Eradicator, as she was often called, was back in action after a minor injury had sidelined her for a few weeks. She stood in the ring, her posture defiant and strong, black lipstick accentuating her smirk as she looked out at the sea of faces. The crowd's reactions were divided between boos and cheers, a testament to the polarising nature of Judgment Day.

Rhea grabbed a microphone, her voice cutting through the noise like a knife. "So, this is the welcome we get, huh? After all the entertainment we provide for you ungrateful lot?"

The crowd’s reaction intensified, and Rhea’s smirk only widened. She thrived on the tension, on the energy that only a live WWE audience could provide.

Damian took the mic next, his voice a low, growling baritone that echoed through the arena. "You all think you can stop us? Think again. Judgment Day is here to stay, and we’re stronger than ever."

Dominik chimed in, his smirk growing more pronounced. "And trust me, none of you are ready for what's coming next."

Finn nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "You’ve seen what we can do. But this… this is only the beginning."

As they continued to hype up their dominance and plans, Rhea’s mind drifted for a moment. She couldn’t help but think about you. You had been an integral part of the faction before your injury—one of the few people who understood what it meant to walk the fine line between chaos and control. The friendship between you and Rhea had been instantaneous and deep; there was a mutual respect and understanding that went beyond words.

The crowd's reaction suddenly shifted, pulling Rhea back to the present. The lights flickered, and then, without warning, the arena went dark. A murmur of confusion rippled through the audience. Judgment Day looked around, bewildered but ready for anything. The titantron flickered back to life, and a heartbeat-like thump echoed through the stadium speakers. It was a sound that everyone knew—your entrance theme.

Gasps of surprise and excitement filled the arena. Fans were on their feet, their eyes glued to the entrance ramp. The Judgment Day members exchanged shocked glances. Rhea’s heart raced in her chest as she tried to process what was happening. 

The screen above showed a series of highlights from your past matches, a montage of your resilience, strength, and charisma. Then, the heartbeat thumping faded into your entrance music. The crowd erupted in cheers. The lights around the entrance ramp flashed in time with the music, creating a spectacle that had everyone on the edge of their seats.

And there you were, stepping out onto the stage, illuminated by the spotlight. Your presence sent a wave of exhilaration through the crowd. Dressed in your signature gear, you looked just as fierce and confident as ever. The months of recovery and rehab seemed like they had only made you stronger.

Rhea’s face broke into a wide grin, a mix of relief and excitement. "No way," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. The rest of Judgment Day mirrored her reaction, stunned but thrilled to see you.

You took your time walking down the ramp, soaking in the atmosphere. Every step was measured, a reminder to the WWE Universe that you were back and better than ever. As you approached the ring, you locked eyes with Rhea, and she knew immediately—your return was more than just about getting back into the ring. It was about reclaiming your place in Judgment Day, your family.

Sliding under the ropes, you stood up and faced your teammates. Rhea was the first to move, stepping forward and enveloping you in a tight hug. The crowd’s cheers grew even louder at the sight. "Welcome back, Y/N," Rhea whispered, squeezing you tightly. "We've missed you."

You laughed, the sound filled with emotion. "Missed you guys too. It's been too long."

Finn, Damian, and Dominik crowded around, each giving you a hug or a pat on the back. Damian, always the stoic one, even cracked a rare smile. "It's good to see you, Y/N," he said, his deep voice softening for a moment. "We’ve been holding things down, but it wasn’t the same without you."

"Thanks, Damian," you replied, smiling up at him. "I’ve been itching to get back in here and stir things up again."

Dominik, the newest member, looked at you with a mix of admiration and respect. "Glad to have you back, Y/N. We could use your... unique touch around here."

You chuckled, appreciating the camaraderie. "Oh, don't worry. I’m back, and I’m ready to make some waves."

Finn handed you a microphone, his grin never fading. "Say something to the people, Y/N. Let them know who’s back."

Taking the microphone, you turned to face the crowd, who were still buzzing with excitement. "It’s been a long road to recovery," you began, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside you. "But I'm back now. And I’m ready to remind everyone exactly why Judgment Day is the most dominant force in WWE."

The crowd roared in response, and you could feel the energy surge through you. This was where you belonged, and you weren’t going to let anything take that away again.

Rhea took the mic back, still smiling. "Judgment Day was already unstoppable. But now? With Y/N back, there’s no one that can touch us."

The crowd’s cheers were deafening, and you felt a rush of adrenaline. Being back in the ring, with your friends by your side, felt like coming home.

Just as the cheers started to settle, the sound of someone’s music blaring through the speakers cut through the celebration. The crowd shifted from cheers to a mix of surprised gasps and jeers as a rival faction’s entrance music played, signalling an unexpected interruption. 

Rhea’s expression instantly turned from joyous to serious, her eyes narrowing as she turned toward the entrance ramp. The rest of Judgment Day followed suit, their muscles tensing as they prepared for whatever was coming.

You, however, were grinning from ear to ear. “Guess I get to dive back in sooner than expected,” you muttered, cracking your knuckles in anticipation.

A few seconds later, a group of wrestlers emerged from the back, their expressions cocky as they strode toward the ring. You could feel the tension in the air thickening, the energy in the arena shifting from celebratory to confrontational.

The lead rival grabbed a microphone, a smirk on his face as he looked at you. “Well, well, well. Look who’s back. Y/N, isn’t it a bit too soon for a comeback? We all thought you’d be smart enough to stay on the sidelines.”

You stepped forward, the smile never leaving your face. “Funny, I was just thinking it was about time someone reminded you who runs this place,” you shot back, your voice filled with confidence.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and you could see Rhea and the rest of Judgment Day smirking at your response. It was on. 

Before anyone could make a move, you lunged forward, sliding out of the ring and charging up the ramp. The rival faction was caught off guard, stumbling back as you threw the first punch. The rest of Judgment Day quickly followed, launching themselves into the fray.

The crowd went wild as chaos erupted at the top of the ramp. You ducked and dodged, delivering quick jabs and powerful kicks, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Rhea was right by your side, taking down opponents with a combination of raw power and skill.

Finn, Damian, and Dominik were equally relentless, the five of you working together in perfect harmony. It was like you had never been away—your movements fluid, your teamwork seamless. 

The rival faction quickly found themselves overwhelmed, retreating under the onslaught. Within moments, you and Judgment Day had cleared the ramp, sending the invaders scrambling back through the curtain.

Breathing heavily, you looked over at Rhea, who was grinning widely, her eyes shining with excitement. “Now that’s what I call a welcome back party,” she said, laughing.

You laughed with her, the exhilaration of the fight still coursing through you. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you made your way back to the ring, the crowd erupted in chants of your name. Rhea, Finn, Damian, and Dominik joined in, raising your arms in celebration. You felt a surge of pride and happiness, knowing that you were finally back where you belonged—with your family, ready to take on whatever came next.

And with Judgment Day by your side, there was nothing you couldn’t face.

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Isak speaks: I love writing requests sm but I also get scared I'm not doing a good job because I'm not in the person's mind lol

[tswhiisftteedr]

As a request please give me some lewd Ruggie Bucchi Headcanons if you have any!! I’m starving for content!!!!! <3 <3 <3 please and thank you!!

Giggle Call ☆ Headcanon + Drabble

☆Pervy!Top!Ruggie x Yuu!Reader :

The story of how Ruggie turn poor unfortunate(fortunate?) you, into his perfect little toy~

Warnings: Mature content, Ruggie is aged up to 18+ and NCR is an actually college, public sex, manipulation, gaslighting, fingering, handjob, oral (female, male and gn receiving). Mind break? Not proofread.

Author Note: Ok this request gives me so much liberty lol. This is Ruggie with a yuu!reader, fem, male, and gn. But the actual act of sex will be gn. Anyways Hope you like it!

Note: Fem!yuu!reader wears a skirt, meanwhile male and gn wear pants. The only reason is because I have a fem!yuu oc that I made a uniform for, and I like the idea of reader wearing it. For the beginning Headcanons fem and male reader are cis, but if this gets enough post likes/or it is highly requested, I don’t mind writing another version for trans readers! Another thing, this is my first male!amab!reader work, I personally don’t think I would do masc and/or amab request just yet. This is more of a going with flow type of work. I honestly just felt like including masc!amab content, but it’s something I won’t ask a request as I am still a beginner and work with fem!afab content is easier for me. By the way a giggle call is what you call a hyena’s laught.

☆ More under the cut. ☆

It all begin when you first arrived in twisted wonderland. As you approach the dark mirror, pronouncing your name to it, a somewhat odd odeur was what Ruggie smelled from you.

The scent that came off you was definitely out of place, especially for this school. When the Mirror denounced you as a magicless human, Ruggie thought that was it for a moment. But, Ruggie had been around magiclessor low magic kids back home, and your aroma was definitely different from theirs. Yours was something he had never encountered before, out worldly he dare say!

Despite he’s usual reclined state towards anything but food, his interest was peeked, so he had made a mental note to keep an eye open for you.

(Jump to the next divider for male!reader, and the one after that for gn!reader)

Fem!Reader

The day after the ceremony, Crowley had given you some pretty loose clothing to your janitor work in. When Ruggie saw your face as you walk on Main Street, he couldn’t lie that he found you feminine looking and pretty too. No matter what you would be wearing, you would be confused for a chick.

He just continued to walk towards the school building, but as he momentarily grazed your side he did a step back. Sure the Pomefiore guys were the pretty type, so feminine guys weren’t foreign to this hyena. But he was a beastmen and one who trusted his sense of smell at that. His nose had told him something as he walk passed you; The fact you were defenetly a girl, no doubt about it.

Now having fully you on his radar, not something to look around for when the occasion was given, Ruggie was going to have his fun with the new pretty girl on campus.

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The next day he saw you brandish a shiny new uniform, with modifications to the regular clothing. Your little alterations to the articles made them ‘more you’ he thought.

You had replacing the usual pair of pants with a skirt that was a bit longer than a mid-thigh one but didn’t reach the knee. It was beautifully embroidered with a swirly thorn pattern, you also wore a pair of stockings/tights to accompany it.

Honestly, it looked good, and ‘Hey, he wasn’t the type to complain at a look of those pretty legs.’ As he casually tried to pass of his staring of your body to his friends, his mind was only focus on one thought that concern your skirt. ‘Easy access.’

He knew he wasn’t suppose to drool at the first hot chick he saw, especially one he had just first seen day prior and had never even talk to for that matter.

But ‘come on!’ What kind of reasonable beastman would not ongle as such a tasty treat like your self.

After the initial process of staring at you in the hallways and the classroom, Ruggie became conscious to the fact that he share most of his classes with you this semester. That meant he actually had the chance to get closer to you! And things only went down hill since then...

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The day after his ‘enlightenment’ as he put it to Leona. Ruggie had introducing himself to you, acting normal as ever, like he wasn’t just thinking foul things about you.

Quickly after being aquatinted, he made a point to be your sitting buddy in every class your shared. Getting closer after every class.

His behaviour started sweet, at least form your perspective, you were unaware of the true depravity behind the eyes of the man you had began to call your friend.

First step of his plan was to complete isolate you, so he slowly separated you from your usual friend group during lunch, making you sit with his instead. He had already done so with your shared so classes so you weren’t suspicious enough to see a red flag in such actions, ‘he just wanted some friendly attention, right?’

His secret depraved thoughts soon transform to reality. In the debut of it all, he would graze you more often, hold your hand longer when dragging you off somewhere, his hugs were tighter and his hand would travel lowered and lower down you back after each interaction.

Contact with him was now so common, that he was comfortable being more ‘handsy’.

He would smack your your ass as passed you, saying that it just his way to say hello now that you were ‘close friends.’

He would grope your boobs and play it off as a prank.

He would ‘fake bang you’ any time you happen to bend over in front of him. Making his friend groupe laugh.

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At some point these behaviours were completely normalized to you, but only from Ruggie, ‘he was your best friend after all and he was the only one allowed to do so!’ You would tell off anyone who tried to copy his actions towards you and he thrived in such reaction.

He was really molding you into the girl perfect his little fantasy, the type of chick that would let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. But that wasn’t just that by now, in his own twisted way he had fallen for the charms of your personality, not just your body. So from here on he ought to himself that you would be his girlfriend before the end of the school year!

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With the new found confidence from your compliance, Ruggie made it his next goal to persuade you into letting him touch you.

And not in the way he did previously, his ‘measly groping’ wasn’t anything like what he was going to do to you now….

It all started at the beginning of the second semester with this pervy hyena offering you a massage.

And ‘hey why not, you’re sure he must have done something along those lines for his lazy lion of a dorm leader.’ It’s true that Ruggie did give Leona massages from time to time, when the lion requested them. But, yours was a ‘special one’.

He would start with your neck & shoulders taking care of the knots in those areas, than your arms, and your hands.

He would then make you lie stomach down, working your upper to lower back. Moving on to your ass, under the pretext that; ‘there’s muscle in there too’ so he needed to knead it!

After that he took care of the back of your legs, then flipped you onto your back with ease. Shocking you at the display of strength.

He soon continued his ‘massage’ with the front of your thighs. His hands going higher, and higher until he reach your panties. He began to play with your panty line from under your skirt, which caused you to speak out.

“What are you doing Ruggie?!!” “Chill out, I’m just giving a massage.” He replied nonchalantly, “But this isn’t-“ “Come on don’t be such a fucking prude, I’m making you feel good aren’t I? You should definitely be thanking me, instead of berate me. So, now shut up like a good girl and let me work on the massage.”

He knew he was manipulative in that instant, but he could help but grin at the fact that you did stop protesting like he asked you to. Replacing your sounds of disapproval, by sweet gasps and moans, just for him to enjoy. Meanwhile it had came to him that he had conditioned you to accept anything he dished out, you were totally submissive to his words and actions, this was something that he loved.

He soon stop the simple fiddle of your pussy through the fabric of your panties, to pull in the fabric aside and fingering you. He giggled every time your body would jerk, he held down your legs to prevent from escaping as he started eating you messily. Oh, and you came hard. Harder than you ever by your own fingers, maybe that’s why you were so compliant with his next actions…

The pervert had begin to finger you in class, making it a game of if you can keep quiet enough to not get caught. Too bad for you, even if you were completely silent most students knew what was taking place at the back of the classroom, after all Ruggie wasn’t the only beastman in your class. And those guys all had developed smell and hearing.

He made you jerk him off at lunch in the cafeteria, hand under the table. Blow him in the unfrequented hallways, and texted you to join him in the bathroom stalls during your unshared classes, so he could fuck you!

This went on to the point that you couldn’t touch yourself without thinking about him, and you certainly couldn’t cum without his help.

He had made you so dependent on him for pleasure, you were at his neck and call, even accepting to be his girlfriend the moment he asked you halfway through the second semester. It was to late for you, your previous friends couldn’t help you anymore, looks like Ruggie did do well on his promise.

Male!Reader

The day after the ceremony, Crowley had given you some pretty loose clothing to your janitor work in. When Ruggie saw your face as you walk on Main Street, he couldn’t lie that he found you handsome looking. No matter what you would be wearing, you would be confused for some male idol or model.

He just continued to walk towards the school building, but as he momentarily grazed your side he couldn’t help but appreciate your scent. Sure he was used to guys around him, despite that, for some reason the way you smelled was so appealing to him. He felt almost bewitched at that, ‘was he and the dark mirror or are you actually magicless?’

Now having fully you on his radar, not something to look around for when the occasion was given, Ruggie was going to have his fun with the new hot guy on campus.

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The next day he saw you brandish a shiny new uniform, with modifications to the regular clothing. Your little alterations to the articles made them ‘more you’ he thought.

You had the penta tailored to fit you to the perfection, complimenting your figure. The pant’s bottoms were beautifully embroidered with a swirly thorn pattern, you also wore a black and white striped band around your left arm in a similar manner others would do with their dorms insignia, you made it into a bow to compensate it.

Honestly, it looked good, and ‘Hey, he wasn’t the type to complain at a look of the fashionable specimen you were.’ As he casually tried to pass of his staring of your body to his friends, his mind was only focus on one thought that concern your fitted pants. ‘He couldn’t wait to rip them of if you.’

He knew he wasn’t suppose to drool at the first hot guy he saw, especially one he had just first seen day prior and had never even talk to for that matter.

But ‘come on!’ What kind of reasonable beastman would not ongle as such a tasty treat like your self.

After the initial process of staring at you in the hallways and the classroom, Ruggie became conscious to the fact that he share most of his classes with you this semester. That meant he actually had the chance to get closer to you! And things only went down hill since then...

———————————————————————

The day after his ‘enlightenment’ as he put it to Leona. Ruggie had introducing himself to you, acting normal as ever, like he wasn’t just thinking foul things about you.

Quickly after being aquatinted, he made a point to be your sitting buddy in every class your shared. Getting closer after every class.

His behaviour started sweet, at least form your perspective, you were unaware of the true depravity behind the eyes of the man you had began to call your friend.

First step of his plan was to complete isolate you, so he slowly separated you from your usual friend group during lunch, making you sit with his instead. He had already done so with your shared so classes so you weren’t suspicious enough to see a red flag in such actions, ‘he just wanted some friendly attention, right?’

His secret depraved thoughts soon transform to reality. In the debut of it all, he would graze you more often, hold your hand longer when dragging you off somewhere, his hugs were tighter and his hand would travel lowered and lower down you back after each interaction.

Contact with him was now so common, that he was comfortable being more ‘handsy’.

He would smack your your ass as passed you, saying that it just his way to say hello now that you were ‘close friends.’

He would grope your crotch and play it off as just him wanting to know ‘what his bro was packing, he’s not gay, so why are you being weird about it?’ This manipulative fucker

He would ‘fake bang you’ any time you happen to bend over in front of him. Saying that you looked like a chick from behind, so it was basically the same he told you and his friends. In all honestly it didn’t matter if your behind would be considered feminine or not, he was just spouting bullshit as excuses. But in reality he would’ve definitely fucked you this very right moment if you had given him the green light.

———————————————————————

At some point these behaviours were completely normalized to you, but only from Ruggie, ‘he was your best friend after all and he was the only one allowed to do so!’ You would tell off anyone who tried to copy his actions towards you and he thrived in such reaction.

He was really molding you into the boy perfect his little fantasy, the type of guy that would let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. But that wasn’t just that by now, in his own twisted way he had fallen for the charms of your personality, not just your body. So from here on he ought to himself that you would be his boyfriend before the end of the school year!

———————————————————————

With the new found confidence from your compliance, Ruggie made it his next goal to persuade you into letting him touch you.

And not in the way he did previously, his ‘measly groping’ wasn’t anything like what he was going to do to you now….

It all started at the beginning of the second semester with this pervy hyena offering you a massage.

And ‘hey why not, you’re sure he must have done something along those lines for his lazy lion of a dorm leader.’ It’s true that Ruggie did give Leona massages from time to time, when the lion requested them. But, yours was a ‘special one’.

He would start with your neck & shoulders taking care of the knots in those areas, than your arms, and your hands.

He would then make you lie stomach down, working your upper to lower back. He had made you remove your pants so he could better work the muscles. Moving on to your ass, under the pretext that; ‘there’s muscle in there too’ so he needed to knead it!

After that he took care of the back of your legs, then flipped you onto your back with ease. Shocking you at the display of strength.

He soon continued his ‘massage’ with the front of your thighs. His hands going higher, and higher until he reach your boxers. He began to rub your member from from above the fabric, which caused you to speak out.

“What are you doing Ruggie?!!” “Chill out, I’m just giving a massage.” He replied nonchalantly, “But this isn’t-“ “Come on don’t be such a fucking prude, I’m making you feel good aren’t I? You should definitely be thanking me, instead of berate me. So, now shut up like a good boy and let me work on the massage.”

He knew he was manipulative in that instant, but he could help but grin at the fact that you did stop protesting like he asked you to. Replacing your sounds of disapproval, by sweet gasps and moans, just for him to enjoy. Meanwhile it had came to him that he had conditioned you to accept anything he dished out, you were totally submissive to his words and actions, this was something that he loved.

He soon stop the simple fiddle of your dick through the fabric of your boxers, to pull in the fabric down and jerked you off. He giggled every time your body would jerk, he changed the position, holding down your legs to prevent from escaping as he started fingering your hole. Oh, and you came hard. Harder than you ever by your own hands, maybe that’s why you were so compliant with his next actions…

The pervert had begin to jerk you off in class, making it a game of if you can keep quiet enough to not get caught. Too bad for you, even if you were completely silent most students knew what was taking place at the back of the classroom, after all Ruggie wasn’t the only beastman in your class. And those guys all had developed smell and hearing.

He made you jerk him off at lunch in the cafeteria, hand under the table. Blow him in the unfrequented hallways, and texted you to join him in the bathroom stalls during your unshared classes, so he could fuck you!

This went on to the point that you couldn’t touch yourself without thinking about him, and you certainly couldn’t cum without his help.

He had made you so dependent on him for pleasure, you were at his neck and call, even accepting to be his boyfriend the moment he asked you halfway through the second semester. It was to late for you, your previous friends couldn’t help you anymore, looks like Ruggie did do well on his promise.

Gn!Reader

The day after the ceremony, Crowley had given you some pretty loose clothing to your janitor work in. When Ruggie saw your face as you walk on Main Street, he couldn’t lie that he found you attractive looking. No matter what you would be wearing, you would be confused for some type of model for a big brand cosmetic/skincare company, not that he necessarily had any knowledge about them, he just had ‘that kind of feeling you know?’

He just continued to walk towards the school building, but as he momentarily grazed your side he felt as was overwhelming by the sweet and alluring aroma coming off of you. Was everyone sure you were indeed magicless, ‘cuz damn, you just had put a spell on that boy!’ He even wondered if you weren’t one of those sex demons that just passed themselves off as a stranded soul in this world, what were the called again, succubus? Incubus? Whatever, all he knew was would be falsifier if said that he didn’t want to pounce on you this very right instant.

Now having fully you on his radar, not something to look around for when the occasion was given, Ruggie was going to have his fun with the new sexy thing on campus.

———————————————————————

The next day he saw you brandish a shiny new uniform, with modifications to the regular clothing. Your little alterations to the articles made them ‘more you’ he thought.

You had the pant’s tailored to fit you to the perfection, complimenting your figure. The pant’s bottoms were beautifully embroidered with a swirly thorn pattern, you also wore a black and white striped band around your left arm in a similar manner others would do with their dorms insignia, you made it into a bow to compensate it.

Honestly, it looked good, and ‘Hey, he wasn’t the type to complain at a look of the fashionable specimen you were.’ As he casually tried to pass of his staring of your body to his friends, his mind was only focus on one thought that concern your fitted pants. ‘He couldn’t wait to rip them of if you.’

He knew he wasn’t suppose to drool at the first hot person he saw, especially one he had just first seen day prior and had never even talk to for that matter.

But ‘come on!’ What kind of reasonable beastman would not ongle as such a tasty treat like your self.

After the initial process of staring at you in the hallways and the classroom, Ruggie became conscious to the fact that he share most of his classes with you this semester. That meant he actually had the chance to get closer to you! And things only went down hill since then...

———————————————————————

The day after his ‘enlightenment’ as he put it to Leona. Ruggie had introducing himself to you, acting normal as ever, like he wasn’t just thinking foul things about you.

Quickly after being aquatinted, he made a point to be your sitting buddy in every class your shared. Getting closer after every class.

His behaviour started sweet, at least form your perspective, you were unaware of the true depravity behind the eyes of the man you had began to call your friend.

First step of his plan was to complete isolate you, so he slowly separated you from your usual friend group during lunch, making you sit with his instead. He had already done so with your shared so classes so you weren’t suspicious enough to see a red flag in such actions, ‘he just wanted some friendly attention, right?’

His secret depraved thoughts soon transform to reality. In the debut of it all, he would graze you more often, hold your hand longer when dragging you off somewhere, his hugs were tighter and his hand would travel lowered and lower down you back after each interaction.

Contact with him was now so common, that he was comfortable being more ‘handsy’.

He would smack your your ass as passed you, saying that it just his way to say hello now that you were ‘close friends.’

He would grope your thoughts and play it off as just him wanting to you to pay attention. ‘It’s not his fault you look like you always have your head in the clouds.’ This perverted fuck.

He would ‘fake bang you’ any time you happen to bend over in front of him. Saying that you looked like a chick from behind, so it was basically the same he told you and his friends. In all honestly it didn’t matter if your behind would be considered feminine or not, he was just spouting bullshit as excuses. But in reality he would’ve definitely fucked you this very right moment if you had given him the green light.

———————————————————————

At some point these behaviours were completely normalized to you, but only from Ruggie, ‘he was your best friend after all and he was the only one allowed to do so!’ You would tell off anyone who tried to copy his actions towards you and he thrived in such reaction.

He was really molding you into the person perfect his little fantasy, the type of person that would let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. But that wasn’t just that by now, in his own twisted way he had fallen for the charms of your personality, not just your body. So from here on he ought to himself that you would be his partner before the end of the school year!

———————————————————————

With the new found confidence from your compliance, Ruggie made it his next goal to persuade you into letting him touch you.

And not in the way he did previously, his ‘measly groping’ wasn’t anything like what he was going to do to you now….

It all started at the beginning of the second semester with this pervy hyena offering you a massage.

And ‘hey why not, you’re sure he must have done something along those lines for his lazy lion of a dorm leader.’ It’s true that Ruggie did give Leona massages from time to time, when the lion requested them. But, yours was a ‘special one’.

He would start with your neck & shoulders taking care of the knots in those areas, than your arms, and your hands.

He would then make you lie stomach down, working your upper to lower back. He had made you remove your pants so he could better work the muscles. Moving on to your ass, under the pretext that; ‘there’s muscle in there too’ so he needed to knead it!

After that he took care of the back of your legs, then flipped you onto your back with ease. Shocking you at the display of strength.

He soon continued his ‘massage’ with the front of your thighs. His hands going higher, and higher until he reach your underwear. He began to touch your bits from above the fabric, which caused you to speak out.

“What are you doing Ruggie?!!” “Chill out, I’m just giving a massage.” He replied nonchalantly, “But this isn’t-“ “Come on don’t be such a fucking prude, I’m making you feel good aren’t I? You should definitely be thanking me, instead of berate me. So, now shut up like a good plaything and let me work on the massage.”

He knew he was manipulative in that instant, but he could help but grin at the fact that you did stop protesting like he asked you to. Replacing your sounds of disapproval, by sweet gasps and moans, just for him to enjoy. Meanwhile it had came to him that he had conditioned you to accept anything he dished out, you were totally submissive to his words and actions, this was something that he loved.

He soon stop the simple fiddle of your junk through the fabric of your undies, to pull the fabric out of the way and play with you. He giggled every time your body would jerk, holding down your legs to prevent from escaping as he started fingering your hole. Oh, and you came hard. Harder than you ever by your own hands, maybe that’s why you were so compliant with his next actions…

The pervert had begin to touch you in class, making it a game of if you can keep quiet enough to not get caught. Too bad for you, even if you were completely silent most students knew what was taking place at the back of the classroom, after all Ruggie wasn’t the only beastman in your class. And those guys all had developed smell and hearing.

He made you jerk him off at lunch in the cafeteria, hand under the table. Blow him in the unfrequented hallways, and texted you to join him in the bathroom stalls during your unshared classes, so he could fuck you!

This went on to the point that you couldn’t touch yourself without thinking about him, and you certainly couldn’t cum without his help.

He had made you so dependent on him for pleasure, you were at his neck and call, even accepting to be his partner the moment he asked you halfway through the second semester. It was to late for you, your previous friends couldn’t help you anymore, looks like Ruggie did do well on his promise.

Sleeping with Pervy!Top!Ruggie:

Despite having quickies in bathroom stalls, Ruggie couldn’t settle his sexual frustration. He needed to fuck you, needed to take his time with you.

That’s why you were here now, splayed out naked on the hyena’s bed, waiting for him to return like he had told you.

A bit of time had passed when came back into the room, snacks and refreshments in his hands. Which whom he put his mini fridge for later.

After that was taken off, he proceeded to rip his clothes off and pounce on you. Relishing in the noises that came from your surprise self. Because no matter how many times he pursued you, it’s always a bit scary when someone would be on you in the spend of a blink.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, lubing them up, than back down, stretching your hole. Ruggie only stop fiddling with it when you came, taking his fingers out, he spat on his hand before giving his dick a few pumps. He than inserted himself into you, starting with a rough pace right off the bat, he waited long enough to have you under him so he wasn’t going to be gentle.

As he thrusted hard and fast into you, he stated playing with your exposed bits making your moans louder. And just as you were about to cum, Ruggie pulled out, making you whined at your ruined climax. He only snickered at that, than proceeded to flip you over. You were now ass up, and face pushed into the pillow by one of his hand, as the other was holding his member, positioning it at your entrance.

He swiftly pushed himself back into your warmth, pounding even harder than before, your whines and begs being muffled by the pillow. His mouvements were hieratic, fucking you out of your mind.

You both soon got closer and closer to your peek, your legs were shaking as you finally came, meanwhile Ruggie was stable as ever when he pumped his load deep inside you.

Turning you over once more, you layed on your back and let out a sigh in relief as it was finally over, you were already spent.

But that relief quickly dissipated as you felt Ruggie’s hand bending your legs, folding you into a mating press. He couldn’t help but laugh at the confused look on you face.

“What? Don’t tell me you thought it was over already? Don’t be so dumb sweet cheeks. Shishishi!”

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Plans

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (not AFAB specific)

Established Relationship

WC: ~1k

Summary: Spencer did indeed have plans…he just didn’t know about them. Later they change, but only slightly.

Warnings: suggestive comments but no actual smut, lingerie, slight dom!reader and sub!Spencer dynamic (but nothing to an extreme sense), hair pulling kink (with his S5 hair? a given apparently lol)

Ep: 5x20

credit: criminalmindscaps

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“I didn’t have any plans.” Spencer says.

“Yeah you did. You just didn’t know about them yet. Damn.” You say.

“What do you mean by that?” Spencer questions.

“Let’s just say that Emily wouldn’t have been the only one sinning this weekend.”

“Ooh you were almost one lucky dog.” Derek smirks.

Spencer gives him a glare as you pass by him but stop and lean down to whisper in his ear so Derek could not hear.

“For the sake of professionalism, don’t ask me what’s under this dress.”

Spencer’s cheeks flush as you walk away. Derek notices and chuckles.

(Time skip to like…back in shared apartment back home)

“Hey, Emily wanted me to tell you that she came through for herself and Derek.”

“What do you mean?”

“She said that they owed you.”

“Oh. Yeah. But they haven’t paid me back yet. They haven’t given me anything or done anything for me.”

“Well Emily gave me something and it’s about to do something for you, I can tell you that.”

“What’re you talking about?” He asked, more confused.

You took your shirt and shorts off to reveal a dark blue two piece lingerie.

Spencer’s eyes scanned your body before his gaze met yours again.

“Wow.”

“So…their debt paid in full?”

“I dunno, I haven’t enjoyed my gift yet. I do get to take it off of you now, right?” His eyes were pleading.

“The gift was the lingerie itself, I believe. What happens after is a moot point.”

“Well I’d say it’s not paid in full until you’re full.”

“But they already paid you back technically via me by giving me lingerie. Is it pronounced veea or veyea?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” His hands caressed your waist.

“You don’t know?” You chuckle.

“I think it’s the second one you said.” He says, totally more interested in how you look and feel than what you’re saying.

“You think?”

“I don’t care about Latin right now, ok? I only care about you.”

“Since when do you not care about Latin, mister?”

“Since my beautiful girlfriend took her clothes off to reveal she’s wearing lingerie.”

“Ok…fair enough.”

“Besides…I’ll always care about you more than Latin, or statistics or anything else, for that matter.”

“Really? Even statistics?”

“Yes, really.” He smiles.

“But…you love statistics.”

“Well I happen to love you more.”

“Aw…that’s sweet, hon.”

“Not as sweet as you.” He smirked.

“That’s so cheesy.” You chuckled, shaking your head.

“You love it.”

“Shut up.” You murmur.

“Make me.” He challenged.

“Oh? Is that a challenge?”

“Mhm.” He nods, smirking, seeming way too confident.

“You sure you wanna challenge me?” You asked, matching his smirk.

His smirk almost faltered but he was able to maintain his composure. His smirk endures. But so does yours. He manages to nod.

“For someone so smart…you sure are dumb.” You tease lightly.

His smirk now does falters as you place your arms on his shoulders hook your hands together behind his head. (?)

He gulps. “I’ve made a big mistake challenging you, haven’t I?” He whispers softly as he looks at you, brows furrowed.

“Oh, so there are those brain cells.” You tease lightly. (Alternative: "Oh, so there's that genius level IQ.")

He frowns at you but his disgruntlement quickly dissolves when you tug on his hair. He grunts softly.

“You know what that does to me.” He is still whispering softly and he’s trying to appear mad but you both know he’s practically putty in your hands at this point.

“Hence why I’m doing it.” You smile as you give his hair another light tug.

He gasps sharply. “Good God woman, have mercy.” He hisses softly.

“You were the one who challenged me to make you shut up. You know how effectively I can do that, hon. You brought this upon yourself…and you’re loving it.” You lean in to whisper in his ear, which makes him shiver and even whimper slightly. You smirk. “Say it. Say you love how much power I have over you. Say you love how much you love it when I tug your hair. Say you love how much you love that I can shut you up.”

“I-I love it. I love the power you hold over me. I love how vulnerable I can be around you. I love how much I can trust you. I love it when you tug on my hair. Half of the reason I grew it this long was to give you more to pull on. I usually hate it when people cut me off but you never do that. You only ever shut me up in very specific circumstances, like in these times of intimacy and I did in fact challenge you to make me shut when I should’ve known better. I love how you can wipe my smugness and my cockiness and even my IQ away with just the simplest of touches. Dear god I just love you so much.” He breathes out quickly. It almost seems like his words are flying out of his mouth without his brain registering them first.

You blink as you process what he’s said, your heart melting. "S-Spence, I-"

"Can I take the lingerie off now, please?" He whispers softly, uncharacteristically interrupting you, a pleading expression adorning his face.

You chuckle at the whiplash you got from he going from the most heart-felt confession about the way he feels about you to him pleading to see you naked.

"Ok, needy boy, ok, fine, you can take it off." You smirked.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he whispers as his fingers make quick work of removing the lingerie from your body.

Emily gave the two of you a knowing smirk from across the bullpen as Spencer sauntered into the BAU offices the next work day morning with a smile on his face and his arm around your waist. She knew she'd paid Spencer back for making he read all those journals in that uncomfortably stuffy building. She knew she'd paid him back real good.

[dominom3th]

-1%Frisk ref sheet!

Story:

-1%!Frisk, also known as Under1%!Frisk (but we’ll just call them Frisk) is a human who had fallen into the underground after the souls were stolen by Carla. They have no memory of who they were but understand the concept of the world they live in, including the history of humans and monsters before even being told the story or learning about it on their own. When Frisk wakes up they are greeted by Carla and two paths are revealed, one, listen to Carla and follow their directions to save the monsters of the underground. Or two, go against Carla and try to save the monsters in their own way, so that they also find out the secret of themselves, and what Frisks existence is hiding.

Personality:

Frisk is ambitious and energetic while also being calculated and strategic, they take priority in their battling skills and critical thinking to help others and problem solve. They also can be sarcastic and blunt, making others confused which it is at times. Other than that, Frisk has great compassion for others experiences and lives, and an unending desire to help others.

Fun facts:

Frisk loves anything that can get both their brain and body working, which is only one of the reasons they love battling so much! To them, fighting is a way of bonding with others and having fun, even in the worst of circumstances.

Their knife is named fenix (pronounced Phoenix) and its almost an anagram for “knife”.

Sometimes they can get a little in over their head in battles and lose control, but it depends on the difficulty of the battle.

They genuinely dont like chocolate lol

Their hair is RLLY curly and they hate messing with it so they keep it in a braid since thats how they spawned. (They undid it once and decided never again.. though i think its cute :3)

[this-is-fox-speaking]

FANTOCCIO FACTS POST (from screenshots i found in my own interests server)

- His name is italian for puppet, but he pronounces it incorrectly and insists it’s the correct way to say his name if anyone else points it out and says he’s wrong.

- He’s not from Italy, obviously. Goes to show. But Ash imagines he knows a bit of italian. (“Not enough Italian to say his name right.” - Katie.)

- Fantoccio has a pet shark named Sharkspeare! Mentioned in the song at the line “‘Cause Sharkspeare’s looking mean!”

- Fantoccio has to make all his own props, set pieces, clothes, etc in the theatre.

- Would never smoke, and would hate being around it/people who’re doing it actively.

- Fantoccio was made by Ash as a fan OC for the game, and this (as far as I’m aware) is what got them hired onto the game, cause Katie loved their ideas so much.

- Fantoccio is not very good with kids.

- Fantoccio’s favorite food is churros. This came from the fact Ash once had a dream about him infodumping about them cause he loved them so much, so they made it canon.

- Don’t worry, he can indeed taste things normally. No traditional taste buds, but some, nonetheless. Same goes for touch!

- Fantoccio is canonically autistic, having many traits of himself heavily projected from Ash, themself.

- When asked what his meltdown triggers could be, Ash thought that some might be: too much touching, being without his hat, or one of his props breaking.

- Fantoccio likes wearing dresses! Wears them if he feels like it or if the role calls for it, during a play.

- Ash thinks he’d ADORE snow.

- Fantoccio would 100% love spicy italian from subway.

- Fantoccio plays violin!

- Fantoccio would chant “I’m sleeping” when struggling to fall asleep, like his own version of counting sheep.

- He would NEVER say the Earth is flat.

- He’d be the “How do you do that” of that one keysmash meme, if paired with Barnaby.

- Ash once said that Fantoccio is like Duck from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.

- When doing a personality type test (and actually answering truthfully instead of in character) for Fantoccio, he ended up with ENTJ-T, Commander. Fanto would answer untruthfully on some questions, like if he ever gets insecure (“PFFFT NO THE ANSWERS NO”).

- He can go uwu in the bbu lore, but he’ll hate it. (“THIS IS STUPID!!!”)

- Fantoccio would apparently be a “mac and cheese FIEND.”

- He’d hate pranks (specifically a hand zapper in this case), because they’re unexpected. (“NEVER DO THAT AGAIN”)

- This also means he’d never troll anyone, cause he feels above that.

- Fanto would HATE hearing people crack their knuckles, like Ash does.

- Fantoccio loves to carve wood. Specifically only by hand, that’s how much he loves it! He carved the two giant wooden hands used in his battle, but his favorite thing to carve is ducks.

- Fantoccio is very intent on ONLY eating the few foods he knows he likes.

- If he were an ice cream, he’d be coffee flavor! Which is ironic, because Ash has also said that it’d probably be terrible to give Fantoccio caffeine.

- Fantoccio would LOVE chicken nuggets.

- Hates pizza, though. Too greasy and messy.

- Would enjoy having an ipad “a little too much. He would be super confused at first but once he learns how to use it DO NOT TAKE IT AWAY”. (kinda like Peridot from Steven Universe)

- He would like spruce wood in Minecraft, but also acacia “just to look at.”

- Ash adores pirates, so so does Fantoccio!

- He has no nose, so no sneezes!

- Appreciates detail as much as Barnaby does.

- Fanto would love birds!

- Fanto is not capable of curse words. Sad.

- Fantoccio would COLLAPSE trying to lift someone without his powers.

- He stims by patting his face and spinning around. Fidgets with his hands in concepts for his standing idle animations, because he’s uncomfortable with standing and prefers floating.

- He’d favor Murder Mystery!

- His wood is alive and can grow like a real boy! (if you’ve seen my post being reblogged around, lol)

- He lives in the lost city of magic, which is abandoned and overrun my magical zombies who used to be magic users, now with a terrible curse. So he lives mainly in his theatre. He’s not trapped, anymore, like his old story!

- Fantoccio’s powers are based around telekinesis and teleportation. It’s how he moves his body around!

- He used to have a plush toy rabbit he carried around, when he was younger, seemingly. It’s unclear where that went, when he got older.

- Fantoccio’s been locked up in this city for 15 years, since he was 8. Completely isolated (save for those zombies, I suppose)! When Billie comes along, though, he’s so excited to have something new to play with!

- Fanto’s song is inspired by Weird Al. Like 90% of this game is, of course /lh. He was also inspired by the pied piper!

- He’d dislike the idea of seafood. (“He’d be like “Why would anyone want to eat a fish?!” And cover Sharkspeare’s nonexistent ears like “Don’t listen to them!””)

- The red feather in his hat is also used as a pen!

- Fantoccio is a being of pure magic, having an entire magic gem be his whole life source. This means he can use magic endlessly without getting tired (I believe)!

- Fantoccio is 23, he/him, and pansexual.

- His face is made using magic. It disappears when/if he’s magic-less.

- Fantoccio can absolutely feel pain.

- When it comes to nature, Ash said he’d kinda be like Rarity from MLP:FiM, but certain kinds of nature he’d still really love. He’d really dislike walking through the wild or camping in general, but loves things like snow or flower fields. Just depends!

- Fantoccio would main Bowser in Mario Kart.

-In terms of favorite Halloween treats, Fantoccio would like anything chewy and fruity (no chocolate)!

- Canonically wears eyeliner.

- Magic sparks from his fingertips when he’s very excited!

- If Fantoccio was an animal, Ash says he’d be a cat.

- No traditional gross human stuff inside him like others, just wood and sap. “Whatever trees do.”

- His original concept by Ash was him having a purple phantom head, being a ghost in a puppet’s body. This was changed by Katie, I believe.

(feel free to add on if I missed anything! i’ll edit this post if i randomly remember something)

[tae-rambles]

OP ch 1120 SPOILERS

My reaction as i read:

hi Denjiro where did you come from? was he just on a walk or did he come to meet w Yamato on purpose? also he's the new daimyo of Kibi? did we know that already or is it a new info i cant remember

also i like how Yamato is like "no need for all this, its ok"

a flashback?

oh... never even crossed my mind to ask why was Clover arrested and let go so many times... thats clever

"answer to good and evil"? what does that mean

oh my god another D family! (how do you even pronounce that surname) i wonder which other characters we know of were/are hiding the initial...

i wonder what changed Vegapunk's mind to continue Ohara's research and risking his life if he couldnt understand why Clover did it those 22 years ago

hi Zeff, Patty :D

oh Robin... this is making me sad

damn Atlas...

wtf was that "snap" coming from Lilith

oh Atlas please dont tell me youre about to do what i think

good job Atlas but can ppl pls stop sacrificing themselves for at least five minutes my heart cant take it

but what about Stussy? she can skywalk so she might be fine?

the Marines are just so out of their depth lol

Luffy can hear Emet! :D Luffy's so confused lol

lmao Emet's immediately annoyed w him i cant

oh Emet, he's so sweet! i love himm!! "i've known Emet for only a couple of chapters but if anything happens to him i'm gonna kill Oda and then myself"

aaaah he's talking to you Luffy! but i like how Oda keeps emphasizing that Luffy is his own person, not Nika, not Joyboy, but Luffy

"but there are those who cannot be stopped" under the imposing worm Peter going in for an attack - love this visual storytelling

uh oh... Emet's rusty

and still fended the worm off! you rock Emet! :D

Saturn doing a jumping spider impression

dont fucking talk to the precious Kuma and Bonney you damn spider!

Atlas! D: my poor heart! this is just Pedro all over again

fuck off, York

dont you dare Emet dont you fucking dare! no more sacrificing yourself! no more blowing yourself up! i said no! D:< (also Peter bit off his arm :( )

oh, right, the general population didn't know Roger was a D

Great chapter as always :D, even though it was painful, can't wait for the next one...

i really hope Emet won't sacrifice himself here but it seems that's where it's headed... dammit!

EDIT: i've thought about this some more and was Joyboy really someone who would instruct his people to sacrifice themselves for him and his cause? that doesn't sound right. so maybe Emet has something else up his sleeve?

also, Emet is the second person to lose their arm to a snake-like monster while protecting Luffy. both Emet and Shanks were also waiting for the awakening of the Nika fruit to make their move it seems. i wonder if there are any other parallels between them...

[hyuckie-angel]

treasure reaction; obscure affections

in which they study and adore the silly little things <3

a/n; i wonder if you can guess who my bias is from this lol

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최현석 • choi hyunsuk

taking videos whilst cooking

cooking with hyunsuk went one of two ways every time. either you made a delicious meal that would be shared in a sweet silence, basking in your adoration for the other; or it was hell.

as soon as you see him pull out his phone you know you're in for it, if you let down your guard for one second too long, he films himself smearing a dollop of chilli paste across your cheeks.

or, he would set up his camera on the bench and press record, capturing every moment of your cooking endeavour, and every conflict that happened along the way. the bickering at the time didn't sound that bad, but every time you watch back the footage you find yourselves screeching at each other to get out of the way, or yelling insults at each other that the members can definitely hear even with their doors shut.

he'd never admit it but those are some of his favourite pieces of media with the both of you in them. he finds himself uncontrollably smiling when he watches them back, and he feels a warmth in his chest as he watches you call him a bitch and then smile so lovingly afterwards. he knows the members wouldn't get it, but it's definitely one of those little things that he loves so much.

박지훈 • park jihoon

teasing the living daylights out of each other

sometimes, the members actually question whether the two of you are really in love, because wow it doesn't come across like it sometimes.

when you both had first met you could tell he was a teasing kind of person, but as time went on it developed from a simple laugh when you'd pronounce something wrong to full on stand up comedy acts based on what you were wearing.

fortunately for you, you knew how to give it right back, and this would often lead to stand off matches with both of you looking each other in the eyes and making fun of anything that would come to mind.

once, jihoon had yelled "are you actually an idiot??!?!" so loudly, that both yoshi and junghwan had come to see if you were alright, only to find you both in fits of laughter so intense you could barely breathe. and that right there is what jihoon loves so dearly about the way you two treat each other.

it's never taken too far, just far enough that the offended look on your face sticks around for a second, before breaking out into a grin as you think of something to say back. the times that he holds closest to his heart are the times you would call him stupid and then cuddle closer to him, juxtaposing your words with your actions. just a small thing, but one that he adores.

金本芳典 • kanemoto yoshinori

language barriers

the thing is with you and yoshi, between you, you speak a few languages.

obviously korean and japanese on his part, and on yours english and whatever else. having so many between you, it was often that you'd stumble across a word block, a barrier where he knew what he was trying to say, but couldn't say it in a language you would understand. or, you would attempt a sentence without being entirely confident on how to say it, and you'd both end up confused and laughing as you tried to figure out what was supposed to be said.

at first this seemed like it may be a hinderance to the relationship, as everyone knows communication is the most important part, however as time went on, it started to become something that spouted amusement and curiosity rather than annoyance. each time it happens both of you laugh as you pull out your cell phones, going straight to google translate.

hilariously, sometimes google translate is wrong, like the time you typed the word "phenomenal" into the search bar, and it had translated to ちんぽ, which literally just means penis. cue yoshi on the floor laughing his ass off for 10 minutes as you sit there utterly confused.

he loves the way the two of you come together whenever the language barrier makes itself known. your senses of humour align and you're able to strengthen your relationship through these experiences, which is something he finds absolutely wonderful.

김준규 • kim junkyu

talking in weird voices

junkyu has a very expressive voice, and he makes it known very often.

whenever he's tired or upset his tone is unbelievably forlorn, and when his happy he starts to sound like a 4 year old. there is no normal junkyu voice.

in your case, you don't have this problem, your tone of voice has always been quite level and expressive in its own degree, but spending so much time around this boy has begun to shift the way you say things.

the first time it happened, you'd stated that you were hungry, in the exact same tone junkyu would use to complain about something, and he'd looked at you like you'd commit murder. then, he'd proceeded to laugh at you whilst your face turned red and you repeated the sentence in your regular tone of voice.

from that moment on, it became a huge running joke in the relationship that you would often mock his overly expressive tone. each time it happens he pretends to be offended, but in reality he thinks its absolutely adorable.

the way you look at him with an over the top facial expression to match whatever it was you said, it fills his heart with a warm cozy feeling. just knowing that you pay that much attention to the little things about him to know how to do an impression of him so perfectly is just a little thing about you that he loves.

윤재혁 • yoon jaehyuk

saying no but then doing it anyway

if there was one thing about yours and jaehyuks relationship, it was that you'd do anything for one another.

this fact became obvious very quickly after you'd gotten to know each other, but it didn't change the fact that you also both loved to muck around very frequently as well.

the first time you'd done this to jaehyuk, the poor boy had thought you were being serious and had gone "oh" in an upset tone, before realising you were holding his phone in front of his face already, which is exactly what he'd asked you to do. you had laughed at him, grabbing his cheeks and jokingly asking whether he really thought you would be that horrible.

from that day forth it became a common occurrence, one of you would ask the other to do something and they would say no, before going and doing exactly what had been said.

to others it may come across as passive aggressive, or as doyoung had put it "a bit weird", but to jaehyuk it was something that was only yours, and he absolutely loved the idea of having something with one another that nobody else was a part of.

浜田朝光 • hamada asahi

2am trying not to laugh

asahi is a quiet guy, this is a fact you knew from day one.

the start of your relationship had been full of silences and uncertainty as the two of you got comfortable, but as soon as you did you began to see the side of asahi that bursts out into random dance and makes stupid faces to make people laugh a whole lot more often.

the way his brain works would always be a mystery to you, but that didn't mean that you didn't have a good sense of humour to go alongside his.

one of your favourite things in the world were nights spent lying in bed with asahi talking about whatever comes to mind, before the conversation inevitably turns into a laugh fest. he said something in a weird tone, you reciprocated, he poked himself in the eye, you nearly fell out of the bed and yelled really loudly. each time something happened, the laughter would grow and grow until you were both clutching your stomachs with tears flowing down the side of your faces.

the issue was that if you were at asahi's dorm, the other guys would really not appreciate being kept awake by a couple of idiots laughing at a weird shape on the wall, so you would both have to strain so hard to keep the noise down, only causing further laughter as you looked silly pinching your noses tightly.

asahi's world felt complete whenever he was lying there with you watching you crack up over something mundane. it felt small and precious and warm and he just loved being by your side.

김도영 • kim doyoung

wardrobe malfunctions

doyoung is a bit of a fashionista in his own unique way.

one of your favourite things to do with one another was to pick out outfits and try them on, going outside in them afterwards being entirely based on how socially acceptable the looks turned out.

more often than not, however, doyoung would dress you so badly it would have him on the floor in tears laughing whilst you stand with no expression, exasperated by how terrible the outfit is. one of his personal favourite memories was the time he forced you to wear a pair of pants that were way too big for even him without a belt, and you'd walked back into the room with them down by your ankles because they wouldn't stay up. the image of you standing there looking so fed up with him in your underwear still makes him giggle whenever he thinks about it.

you weren't entirely innocent in this though. you always told him that if he makes you wear an outfit, you get to make him wear one too, cue doyoung walking into the room in a mini skirt and crop top that doesn't fit him, looking just as exasperated as you.

these fashion adventures are something doyoung treasures, despite both of you acting like its the worlds biggest inconvenience, you both love how hilarious it can get. he thinks you look adorable in his clothes.

渡辺春虎 • watanabe haruto

poking one another till someone cracks

haruto is the love of your life, the apple of your eye, but sometimes it feels like he is being the most annoying person on earth on purpose.

it started off as a joke, you'd been studying and he'd been bored, so he sat just close enough to you so that he could poke your leg in uneven intervals. at first you hadn't even acknowledged what he'd been doing, but as the minutes passed and he didn't stop, you asked if he was alright. he looked at you with a bemused expression and asked why, and you realised he was pretending not to know.

from that day forth it was war, anytime either of you was doing something that required your full concentration, the other would be there sitting just close enough to painstakingly poke them until they grab the others hands and beg them to stop.

once, hyunsuk had watched haruto do this to you whilst you were on a phone call with your boss. each time he poked you, you looked at him more and more annoyed, until you finally cracked and muted the phone, pushing him away from you and laughing whilst asking him to politely fuck off.

although it was just a mundane thing, this is one of haruto's favourite parts of your relationship. the way it let him be close to you whilst also being an amusing act just made it the most fun thing he could be doing with his time.

박정우 • park jeongwoo

voice breaks

park jeongwoo's voice is like a sprinkle of rain on a sunshiny day.

you could listen to him sing, and even just talk for hours, maybe even forever. but the thing is with talking, sometimes your voice decides to give up on you.

the first time jeongwoo was singing and his voice broke he had turned a brilliant shade of red, as you laughed and imitated the noise. now, anytime either of your voices crack even slightly, the other is there to point it out and make a huge deal out of it for 10 minutes to be as annoying as possible.

once, you had been talking to jihoon, jeongwoo literally not even in the room with you, and your voice had broken. jihoon raised an eyebrow but said nothing as to not embarrass you, but from his bedroom you heard jeongwoo scream a repetition of what you'd said so loudly that it sounded like he was right in front of you. you and jihoon cracked up as you went to his room to scold him, only to find him lying on the floor laughing at his own joke.

it was only a little thing, but jeongwoo loved how it was a routine, every time a voice crack occurred, so did teasing. although it may be interpreted unconventionally by others, to jeongwoo it was just a weird little thing he adored.

소정환 • so junghwan

eating too much too fast

you and junghwan had bonded over your shared love of good food.

you both loved trying new foods, and just indulging in ones you knew and loved. but sometimes this could be an issue, as you tried to eat a bit more than your mouths could handle.

it's a common occurrence for the two of you to be eating and one of you looks up, only to find the other with an absolutely stuffed mouth. many-a-photo has been taken of you with your cheeks protruding like a squirrel collecting nuts for the winter, and many have been taken of junghwan trying to cover the lens with lettuce poking out from between his lips.

each time it happens you both end up laughing so much you can't keep eating for a few minutes, which is why its become something that junhwan adores so much in the relationship.

to have a camera roll full of each other looking so dumb is hilarious to him, he even made one of the pictures his lock screen until junkyu saw it and told him he needed to change it, albeit laughing whilst he spoke.

you both just love having a good laugh and enjoying each others company, whilst also enjoying some amazing food.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

The most amount of Headcannons I've ever wrote for a single character!!! Guess my favourite Ghostbuster lol, I love Egon 😂😅

Caregiver!Egon Spengler Headcannons

He's a very neutral individual overall, he can easily be misunderstood and seen as rude or uninterested but he does care a lot.

I feel like the most likely situation for him finding out about your regression is if you didn't tell him yourself is that he found out during a particularly long night in the lab. You being tired had regressed and he had his suspicions from there.

Him becoming your Caregiver was never something actually verbalised, more just a responsibility he was happy to take on and the two of you went from there.

Egon is big on praise, he knows he's not always the most affectionate (although that's not to say never) however he doesn't want you to believe he doesn't care, he makes sure you know how proud of you he is and how amazing you are doing!!!

I think he'd have a tangle toy in his desk (if you guys are at the fire station) or in his pocket if elsewhere for you (and himself)

Watching TV (movies or shows) are a fun activity for the two of you as it doesn't require talking but you guys can if you want to. - he also enjoys reading be that him reading to you, you reading to him or the two of you individually reading in the same area <333

Egon really enjoys being your Caregiver. It allows for him to de-stress from his very chaotic job/life.

As I previously said he really enjoys reading, his voice is very calming and it isn't out of the ordinary for you to fall asleep listening to him read or just talk about something he's currently analysing.

He got the two of you small matching rabbit plushies. You absolutely love yours, keeping it with you always. (Egon also always has his own on him, it's in his pocket. It got slimed once whilst he was on the job.. he was not happy in the process of it being cleaned, no one knew why you were the only one he wasn't being subtly (not subtle at all) grumpy towards)

He often lets you sit with him whilst he works on experiments, he has a box of crayons for you to use - or you can watch him work on his experiments.

No touching anything to do with an experiment. A joke that Peter came up with was "if you can't pronounce it, don't touch it" ..that motto ended up sticking around for everyone in the end. It became a rule for all of them, it not surprisingly stopped quite a few accidents.

He has let you use his jacket as a blanket.

He really likes doing little things for you such as tying your shoe laces or brushing your hair.

With how popular the Ghostbusters became lots of merchandise was made by different people. Egon ends up surprising you with a little Ghostbusters badge.

You gained the nickname of "Mini Ghostbuster"

He is terrible at going to sleep, he is normally quite good at making sure you're okay and getting the stuff you need to thrive (an actual healthy amount of hours of sleep.)

Speaking of making sure you're safe he is very protective over you, even if people don't realise. He's extremely aware of how dangerous his job is and is not willing to let anything happen to you.

He would have a reward chart for you!!!

He does have a habit of sometimes over complicating things. If he ends up confusing you he will try to explain in a better way for you to understand.

He likes telling jokes but he has quite a dry sense of humour. He tries- He's not at all offended though if you don't understand or find those jokes funny. He ends up making it into a sort of game to see who has the best jokes. You win. Everytime.

His go to for a babysitter is Janine. He trusts the others but Janine is typically away from well, most of the ghost danger and so when Egon is out busting ghosts you get to stay with her which is always fun. She would so spoil you!!!

^ She would make a sensory bin that's under her desk, it has a bunch of fidget toys, and other little toys to keep you entertained. It also has a sensory cube that she made you.

I think that he'd actually be pretty bad with keeping you from eating too many sweets. He has a sweet tooth- 😂 marshmallows though.. they are funnily enough off the table.. along with jelly/jello...😬

He would enjoy doing those kids science kits with you!!!

^ Enjoys learning related games for you. Think like numbered or lettered wooden blocks.

He doesn't share food with anyone that isn't you by the way- :D

I think he'd be really good at getting you to settle down for bed.

He got you some chewalry. He makes sure you have it on you always. (If you end up forgetting it's okay because he didn't and he's got it in his pocket for you!!!)

I cannot see him being able to cook - at least not well 💀

When he does act affectionately it's normally away from anyone else. He gives amazing hugs 🫂 — His cuddles are so comforting!!! <333

^ In public/around others he doesn't show as much physical affection, although he isn't against it if you'd like it. He typically sticks to linking pinky fingers!!!

^ He likes ruffling your hair, if you end up huffing at him because he "ruined your hair" he will find it even more amusing.

Forehead kisses <333

He's good at comforting you when it comes to nightmares.

Documentaries are often left playing in the background.

You could so convince him to have a tea party with you!!!

He'd be so patient with you!!!

I don't think he'd be overly strict. He'd be strict enough to keep you safe but other than that- pretty sure Peter and Ray get told off by him (a lot) more than you would- 😂

[aldbooks]

An Elucien Oneshot

This was actually a draft I almost used for a prompt request. You can find the one I actually wrote here. For some reason, I never wrote a true beginning to this, just a description then began mid scene lol Figured I'd just leave it as is. - a sprinkle of Gwynriel at the end

Despite Rhysand’s order to stay away, Azriel continues to pursue Elain in secret. Or, at least, it was a secret until Lucien dropped by unexpectedly. 

Elain’s face paled at the sight of her mate, pressing herself against the wall in an attempt to put space between her and the Shadowsinger who did not bother to step away from her, very clearly staking his claim. 

Lucien’s nostrils flared, his eyes closing briefly though his face remained otherwise unchanged, wearing the same insolently bored expression. 

He turned to Rhysand, his tone flat as he said “you seem to have very interesting views regarding mates in your court Rhysand. Or perhaps the rules only apply in regards to your own mate?”

He glanced coldly at the pair before striding away, ignoring the petrified look on Elain’s face. 

After rounding the corner, he heard Rhysand hiss angrily to his Spymaster “I’ll deal with you later.”

Lucien sighed when Rhysand appeared beside him in a swirl of darkness, leading him into his study. 

“Lucien-“ he said as soon as the door shut behind them but Lucien held up a hand to stop him. 

“Don’t worry High Lord. I have no intention of starting a war over her. If she wants him, she can have him. I only wish she’d had the courtesy to inform me of her decision herself.”

Rhysand winced, telling Lucien all he needed to know about how long this affair had been going on. “And that Azriel might have had the decency to wait until she’d rejected the bond before moving in on another male's territory,” he continued coldly. 

Rhysand’s expression was dark but Lucien got the impression his anger was not directed towards him. 

Before the High Lord could say anything, the door burst open again. The Spymaster stood in a cloud of shadow, Elain cowering in the hall behind him. 

Lucien sighed at the theatrics, suddenly weary. “Calm yourself Shadowsinger. I was just informing your High Lord I have no intention of causing trouble. I wish you both well.”

“I challenge you to a Blood Duel.“ 

Lucien rolled his eyes at the Shadowsinger’s pronouncement as darkness flooded the room. 

“Azriel” Rhysand warned, but he was ignored. 

“Accept it,” Azriel commanded, to which Lucien merely laughed. 

“There’s no need. I told you already, I have no intention of fighting you-“

“Because you know I’d win.”

Lucien stilled, the fire in his veins simmering just below a boil. “You are very arrogant, Illyrian.”

“And you are a coward,” he sneered. 

“It is not cowardice to avoid a very unnecessary fight. If I could give her to you, I would.” He hated to speak about Elain as though she were his property but it seemed to be the only language this male understood. “As it is, that decision is in her hands. But I wash my hands of it all, I will not stand in your way. If she wants you, bless you both.”

He turned to Rhysand who was glaring death at his brother. Yet, he had allowed him to speak and Lucien was tired of the utter lack of respect. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said, unable to entirely shed his politeness though he felt like tearing both males to shreds. “I will take my leave. If you need me, Rhysand, you know where to find me.”

“High Lord,” Azriel corrected coldly. 

“Not mine,” Lucien responded, equally as cold, brushing past him into the hall. 

“Enough!” Rhysand roared. 

But Lucien was done with the lot of them. He did not look at his mate who reached out as he passed. He did not acknowledge Feyre as she callled after him from the stairs. He ignored the viper who sneered at him from the doorway and Cassian’s confused frown. 

He couldn’t hear or see anything beyond the roar in his ears and the exhaustion threatening to overtake him. As soon as he stepped over the boundary in the yard, he was gone. 

—-

"Sit down." The High Lord's command was deadly soft and laced with enough power to shake the walls of the River House. There was a soft thud as Azriel fell into a chair, shadows rippling around him.

Elain, coward that she was, could do little more than remain standing in the hall, shaking like a leaf as Feyre, came hurrying down the hall, followed by Nesta and Cassian. Her younger sister rushed past her into the study as her elder sister and her mate flanked her protectively.

"What happened?" Feyre asked, rubbing soothing strokes over her mate's shoulders. Darkness rippled around him, spilling into the hall and licking at her ankles.

Rhsyand rested his forehead against his steepled fingers, attempting to restore some of his equilibrium before he spoke while Azriel sat insolently across the room.

"It would seem, my dear, that your sister and my brother have been carrying on an affair for some time without our knowledge."

Elain flushed as her sister's gaze darted to her and then Azriel. "What?"

"And Lucien just found out," Rhysand finished.

Feyre stiffened, as did Cassian. Nesta's grip on her shoulders tightened.

Rhysand reclined in his chair looking deceptively calm though endless night still filled the room and his violet eyes burned like stars as he stared down his brother. Azriel, to his credit, did not falter.

"He very graciously chose not to start any trouble despite Azriel's insistence on a Blood Duel that would have caused irreparable damage to our already tenable relationship with Autumn."

Beside her, Cassian sucked in a sharp breath. Feyre paled and Rhys patted her hand. "Don't worry. A duel can only be called by an Autumn Court male. Lucien could have accepted Azriel's challenged but he did not-"

There was a muffled snarl from Azriel and Elain realized that the reason he had yet to speak was because he'd been magically gagged. She shivered at the cold look Rhysand gave him. 

"You have said quite enough."

"No," Feyre said, as cold as a queen. "I want to hear what he has to say."

Rhys flicked a hand and the magic holding Azriel disappeared. He sat up in his chair, wings and siphons flaring. "He doesn't deserve her."

"That is not for you to decide," Rhysand seethed.

"She doesn't want him!"

"You do not speak for her, Azriel. You are nothing to her but a jealous lover."

Elain winced as Azriel bristled. "She doesn't-"

"Has she told you that?" Feyre asked, glancing at Elain who was too terrified to move, even to shake her head.

No. She had never said so. She wasn't even sure if it was true. She didn't know what to think about the bond, had been avoiding it for so long she didn't even know how to approach it.

Guilt churned in her stomach as she remembered the look Lucien had given them both when he found them. She had expected him to rage. To snarl and roar and pound his chest. But he had merely looked blankly at her, even as pain flashed in his eyes and turned away from her.

He spoke coldly without an ounce of feeling as he declared he would not fight Azriel for her, that he would 'give her to him, if he could', as though she were nothing but an object to be bought or traded. But she'd felt the pounding of his heart, and the disgust he buried through the bond. She'd heard the words he hadn't said when he declared it was not up to him. 

All the talk she'd heard, from all of her family and friends about the possessiveness and territoriality of fae males but he had been willing to accept her choice. Had been willing to give her her freedom, while probably begging for his own in silence. 

"I would've beaten him," came Azriel's sullen reply. You are very arrogant, Lucien had said. He was right. 

"That is not what I asked you," Feyre replied.

"And what do you imagine would have happened after you'd killed him?" Rhysand snarled. Elain jerked at the words and his gaze once again swung to her. "Oh yes, dear sister. Did you know that was what you had asked of him? To kill your mate?"

"Rhysand-" Feyre reprimanded her mate when Elain cringed.

"No," he said, glaring at her. "Enough. I've had enough. No one seems to respect the consequences of their actions around here anymore. Perhaps that's my fault. I've been too lax, not wanting to interfere, but now your sister's actions have endangered my people-"

"But Lucien didn't-"

"It doesn't matter. He could have. Still could, if he changes his mind."

"But Elain-"

"Is not a child." 

She flinched. 

"She is young, I will grant her. She has only been fae for a few years, she does not fully appreciate the gravity of what happened today. But she was old enough to marry another man before she was turned, and she is old enough to accept responsibility for her own affairs without hiding behind others."

Nesta stiffened, her hold on Elain becoming almost painfully tight. Cassian, she could tell without looking, agreed with Rhysand. Knew Nesta could tell too. The tension between the pair was suffocating.

"They were both out of line today-" Azriel opened his mouth, intending to argue, but Rhysand silenced him with a look. "If Elain did not want Lucien to be her mate, she should have told him so. And neither should have been galavanting around my house where anyone could see them."

Feyre pursed her lips, but reluctantly nodded, conceding to her mate. She shot Elain an apologetic look. Rhysand sighed, rubbing his temples. "Despite my earlier assessment of him, I like Lucien. He's a good male, intelligent, well mannered, if a bit stiff. I don't like that he now has reason to hate this court with all the secrets he holds."

Tension rippled through them all as the High Lord's words settled. Lucien was a courtier and an emissary. He held secrets from all courts, she knew. A dangerous male if he had the mind for it and one who was often underestimated.

And now, a bitter one as well.

"I need to try and speak with him and hope that he will not betray us in retaliation despite his promise not to start a war." He glanced at Elain, then his mate. "Take your sister to the townhouse, or wherever she wants to go. And you-" he glared at Azriel. "I don't care where you go so long as it's away from both her and me until I decide what to do with you."

Azriel seethed, his shadows swelling ominously around him. Rhysand's darkness rose in answer and a moment later, both had vanished. 

---

Lucien snarled when he felt Rhysand's presence, having entered the apartment without invitation. "You have an appalling lack of manners in this court," he said, downing the liquid in his glass and pouring another. 

Rhysand brushed at his sleeve, seemingly unbothered but he could see the way the darkness around him rippled. The shadow of wings flickering briefly behind him.

"I apologize for the afternoon's unpleasantness."

Lucien chuffed, turning away from the High Lord. "I'll not go back on my word if that's what you're concerned about," he spat. "I'll even accept one of your bloody bargains if it'll make you feel better."

He felt Rhysand tense behind him. Knew he was tempted to accept it but was, as always, eager not to appear the dictator that every other High Lord was. He was, in many ways, far better than most, Lucien could admit. But he certainly had his faults. His relentless protection of the Night Court's secrets being one of them. Not that he entirely blamed him for it. Not after seeing Velaris for the first time. He could understand the desire to protect something like that.

He turned, holding out his hand. "Go on."

Rhysand sighed, holding his hand out as well, their palms hovering inches apart. "Do you swear not to take any action or speak any word that would put the safety of this court and it's people at risk?"

"Yes." Rhysand moved to clasp his hand, but Lucien pulled back. "In return, I expect that no one of your court will attempt to harm me, and that I will be free to go and not expected to answer your every call. You are not my High Lord, Rhysand. I have no court. Not anymore. And you can no longer hold my mate over my head."

He sighed again, the sound much heavier as some of his cavalier bravado slipped away. "Of course," he said quietly. 

Lucien studied him for a minute before nodding curtly and taking his hand.

"I won't keep you from Feyre either," he said as the magic took hold, trickling over his arm. He knew that when he next looked, there would be a new tattoo somewhere on his bicep, marking their bargain. "You are free to visit Night as you wish. I only ask that you give me ample warning so that I can make sure certain persons are not around."

Lucien nodded again though he had no intention of visiting again anytime soon once he left this gods forsaken court. He was sure Rhysand could sense that and for a moment was almost sorry for the connections he would be severing here.

But these people had never been his friends. Feyre might have once, but it had become increasingly apparent that they had drifted apart once she chose the Night Court. It didn't matter anymore whether she knew about what had been happening with Elain and Azriel. He remembered how they had tried to keep him from her when he first came here. The way they carefully watched every move he made as if he were some criminal, while the Spymaster moved in behind him, stealing any affection his mate might have had for him. 

No, it was time for a clean break. To start over. Again...

Lucien turned his back on the High Lord once again, staring out the window overlooking the city street below. He felt... heavy. Exhausted to his core. He just wanted to be alone, but he could hear Rhysand hesitating behind him.

"Out with it?" he asked irritably, fully aware that in other circumstances, he likely would have been punished for such insolence. He couldn't bring himself to care.

"There is- one last thing I should share before you go. I'm not sure when you might learn about it otherwise. My only warning is that you should think carefully about the consequences before you act on it, but I will not otherwise advise you what you should do. I'll leave that up to you..."

Despite himself, his curiosity was piqued. Lucien peered at him over his shoulder, expectantly. To his surprise, the High Lord appeared extremely uncomfortable.

"You might want to sit down."

---

  "Maybe he won't come?" Feyre said, fidgeting nervously beside Rhysand as they waited in the arena outside the Forest House. 

"He has to," Rhysand said, glaring coldly down at Azriel who was stretching in the ring. "A Blood Duel summons can't be ignored."

"Why the hell would he do this?" Mor asked on her other side, looking distinctly uncomfortable to be back in Autumn.

"Because he's a hard headed fool," Rhys growled softly. Cassian stood on his other side, arms folded over his chest and head shaking as they waited.

Against Rhysand's wishes and express orders, Azriel had continued to pursue Elain, which Feyre found out about after the fact. She'd seen the interest between the two of them but hadn't realized it had moved beyond that until Lucien had decided to leave the Night Court indefinitely.

Rhys had been furious with Azriel for ignoring his order and grateful Lucien had forgone the right to challenge, potentially causing an internal conflict none of them needed. Until the summons arrived and they learned Azriel had gone behind their backs to Beron and called the Duel himself, unsatisfied that Lucien had merely walked away and that his bond with Elain was still intact.

No one had told Elain, which Feyre had disagreed with at first until she remembered that a Blood Duel meant one of them would die and thought perhaps it would be better to wait until they knew the outcome. Or- as she still hoped- they might be able to prevent it all together.

Azriel and many of the others seemed sure of how this fight would end, even if they didn't like it, or the potential implications of it. Feyre wasn't convinced. Once, perhaps, she had thought Lucien was no match for any other member of the Night Court, but with the more she learned and observed about the Autumn Court, the place where Lucien had been raised, she wasn't so sure anymore.

A soft breeze stirred her hair and she turned, to see Elain's horrified face behind her. Feyre started, staring at her sisters. "How did you-"

"Elain," was all Nesta said, a bit wide eyed. She stared at her middle sister. Had Elain just winnowed? More than once it had been suggested that Elain was more powerful than any of them knew, but she'd never shown any interest in her powers, and they hadn't even been sure if she still had any after the cauldron had been unmade and remade. Now was not the time to ask however.

Azriel's eyes had flown to Elain, sensing her presence as his shadows swirled around him. She stared back at him, shaking her head and opening her mouth to argue when the crackling of firewood filled the arena as Lucien appeared and her eyes were drawn to him. Elain stared at him with an expression Feyre couldn't make out. It seemed half agony, half awe.

"Lucien," Feyre lurched forward a step, but Rhys held her back as her former friend turned a cold look in her direction. In all of their directions. He didn't even look at Elain. His gaze settled on Rhysand, his hand brushing over his arm in meaningful gesture. Rhysand's face tightened and she remembered the tattoo that had appeared on his arm after he'd gone to see Lucien. He'd been vague on the details of their bargain, only seemed comforted that whatever it had been meant there was nothing left to worry about... clearly that was no longer the case.

It had been painful enough when Lcien had left, agreeing to let Elain go. She knew that a part of him blamed her for allowing this thing between Azriel and her sister to happen in the first place, while he'd been relegated to the sidelines. To him, she knew, they had purposely kept him from Elain while allowing Azriel to move in on what most fae would likely consider his territory. And yet he had walked away. He'd let her go with barely an argument, but a whole lot of hurt.

And now Azriel had forced his hand. Forced him to fight to the death for a female he'd already given up on. She may not have been the one to call it, but she was High Lady and Azriel represented their court. It was enough. She wasn't sure their friendship would ever recover, even if he did survive. She wasn't even sure it was something Elain would recover from. She wanted to throttle Azriel for it.

"About time you joined us, boy," Beron sneered. "And just in time. I knew you were a coward, but you didn't need to prove it so publicly." His brothers snickered, but Lucien paid them no mind. His eyes held Feyre's and the hurt and accusation in them made her sick. She had allowed this to happen. At least, that's how it felt. No matter their history, forcing him to come back here, under these circumstances- forcing him not only to fight for his life, but subjecting him to his family's cruelty again- it was a betrayal.

A roar sounded from the other end of the arena. They'd all been surprised when Tamlin arrived, pacing restlessly in his beast form and snarling at anyone who got too close. She supposed some part of him still held some affection for Lucien, despite how terribly he'd treated him.

Lucien finally broke her stare to glance at his old friend, something soft flickering in his gaze for a moment before it hardened once more, landing on Azriel. "I'm not sure why you're doing this, Azriel," he said quietly. "You've already won."

"Because she's still not free," Azriel snarled.

"The power to free herself has always been in her hands," Lucien said. Elain flinched. "I gave you what you wanted. What was in my power to give. If you wanted her freedom there were less gruesome ways to get it."

Azriel opened his mouth to speak, but Lucien cut him off. "Do you imagine she will thank you for it?" Elain stiffened and Azriel snarled again.

"You dare speak for her?"

"I would never deign to imagine I know her mind, though you seem to have no problem with such presumptions." Lucien said calmly. "I only know what I have seen. And that is a female who despises violence. And yet, you believe she wants this? Did you ask her? Was this her idea, or yours? Is this really what you want her to see?"

"She will not suffer long," Azriel said, siphons flaring. Feyre was surprised the weapons had been allowed. But she supposed that, short of suppressing both of their magic, it would have been far more dangerous to take them from him and risk an explosion of that killing power in his veins.

Beron and his sons watched this exchange with darkly amused expressions. All except for Eris, who's pale face was not smiling as he watched their mother where she sat beside Beron, gripping her seat so tightly Feyre could see her knuckles whiten. 

"There has to be a way to stop this," Elain said, turning a pleading expression on Rhys. 

His answering frown was full of anger and sympathy. "Azriel went over my head. Once the magic is invoked, there's nothing to be done until it's over. Only the challenger can call it off, and Beron has no intention of letting an opportunity like this go. Either Azriel dies and the Night Court is weakened, or Lucien does and he has an excuse to go to war with us. Either way, he wins."

Elain paled. She swallowed hard, her gaze swinging back to the arena, but it wasn't Azriel she looked to, but her mate.

"Perhaps not," Lucien said softly, in response to Azriel's taunt that he would win the match easily. "But if you imagine I will lay down my life so easily for this," he sneered, laying a hand over his chest where she knew he felt the bond tugging. "I regret to inform you you're not as smart as you think." One of Lucien's brothers laughed. She wasn't sure which.

Beron raised a fist to signal the fight was about to begin. Azriel palmed two daggers, siphons flaring as his shadows flared behind him. "I warn you, I won't pull my punches."

Fire spread down Lucien's arms, slowly engulfing his entire body. It didn't burn his clothes, but she could feel the heat from here, saw the way Azriel flinched from it, gripping his daggers tighter. That power continued growing until Lucien's entire being was glowing, his eyes blazing and his hair dancing on a phantom wind. For the first time, perhaps ever, Azriel seemed to second guess himself.

"I hadn't planned to either." Power rode Lucien's voice, thundering through the arena, joined by a ferocious growl from Tamlin.

The grin Beron wore was the most hideous thing she'd ever seen. The way he delighted in the chaos, the bloodlust as he brought his fist down. Rhys tensed beside her, his attention not entirely on the fight as Azriel's shadows flared higher, ready to strike. But Lucien did nothing. Just stood there, wreathed with power- and waiting.

He would not strike first, she realized. He hadn't wanted this fight, so he would make Azriel take the first shot. Azriel seemed to realize this too, his confidence faltering a little bit more. Elain quivered in Nesta's arms beside her, and Feyre moved closer, wrapping her arms around them both. She could barely stand to watch.

Before anything happened however, blinding light filled the arena. And then Helion stood between Lucien and Azriel. Both males startled enough that Azriel's shadows and Lucien's flames both guttered. But while Azriel glared at the new arrival in confusion, Lucien seemed to hold his breath. So did Rhys.

"What are you doing here?" Beron snarled, leaping from his chair and prowling to the edge of the little balcony he sat on to sneer at Helion. Behind him, Feyre saw Eris inch towards his mother, trying not to draw attention.

"You have no grounds for this duel, Vanserra," Helion's voice boomed through the arena while everyone stared in shock and confusion. Eris had finally reached his mother and was pulling her away from the dais, towards the back of the balcony. His brothers cast strange looks in his direction, but didn't move to stop him, closing ranks around them to shield them from view.

"What business is it of yours, Spellcleaver," Beron growled, challenge in his eyes.

Helion's gaze did not falter from Beron, but the second Eris and his mother disappeared, he repeated. "You have no grounds for this duel Vanserra, because Lucien is not your son." A shocked gasp rippled through the crowd as Beron's face twisted in fury. "He's mine."

Azriel gaped, hands slack at his sides. Lucien only tensed further, his power rising again. He knows. She glanced at Rhysand who looked- relieved.

Power rippled from Beron across the arena before a low, menacing chuckle left him, a hateful glare falling on Lucien. "I see you are not surprised boy. You had to have suspected. Why do you think I was so glad to be rid of you? Disgrace that you are." Lucien's brothers stared at each other, dumbfounded. 

"Did you think I did not know?" he snarled, glaring at Helion. "My - wife tried hard to convince me otherwise. Was all too willing to submit to me to save your worthless bastard, but I should've put him down like the dog he is the minute he was born."

Helion's growl ripped through the arena, a pulsating glow emanating from him as Lucien stepped closer behind him, staring down the man who raised him. Elain whimpered, clinging tightly to both Nesta and Feyre, the sound briefly drawing her mate's attention. Azriel, it seemed, was beyond noticing, too busy staring at the High Lords that were oozing power, slowly backing away.

"Either way, he is still a son of Autumn. The challenge stands," Beron declared.

The smirk Helion gave him could only be described as devious. "That might be true, if he were anyone else's son. But he is my heir, and therefore, not a member of this court at all. So, again, you have no grounds for this challenge until some other Autumn male has a legitimate grievance. Which, given that he has not resided here in over two hundred years, I doubt."

"He is responsible for the death of two of my sons," Beron snarled.

"Do you challenge him yourself then?"

"Yes," Beron said with a manic grin. Lucien's power shuddered and swelled angrily. Helion only smirked, which was the first warning Feyre got. A slight nudge in Tamlin's direction was all it took for the High Lord of Spring to make his way to the side of the arena closest to Lucien and leap lightly into the pit.

Both Rhys and Feyre discreetly shielded the rest of the onlookers. The arena's wards were not equipped to withstand the dueling magics of two High Lords.

"Then I accept that challenge, on his behalf." Another gasp rippled through the space as magic clicked into place with a pop. 

That, she suddenly realized, was what had been missing before. Rhys had said the Blood Duel was a magic unto itself. Once it was invoked, it could not be undone, but the situation before with Azriel and Lucien had not seemed so certain. It was, she realized, because Helion had been right. The challenge had not been legitimate.

"No!" Lucien cried out, lurching forward.

"Step out of the ring, son," Helion ordered, keeping his gaze on Beron who prowled forward, leaping into the arena. Fire and sunlight bathed them both in a display of power so great Feyre felt stifled, even through the shield she'd erected. 

"Now." 

Lucien stepped forward again and Helion threw out a hand in his direction, blasting him back- into Tamlin's waiting maw. He snatched the back of Lucien's tunic, hauling him over the railing into the stands, and behind Feyre's shield, just as Helion and Beron met in a clash of power that shook the stone walls. 

Lucien roared, slamming into her shield as he watched the two men battle it out. The fight didn't last longer than ten minutes, but it was brutal. Both men were bloodied and broken by the time Beron took a wild shot that left him open long enough for Helion to conjure a knife, plunging it into his heart.

Beron's fire sputtered and died as the life left him and he collapsed to the sand covered floor. Silence rang through the arena for a long moment. The only sounds to be heard were Helion's ragged breaths, and Elain's quiet sniffles. 

Feyre glanced around at those gathered to witness. Shock was the prevailing emotion. Though a slow ripple of relief began to move through the Autumn Court, beginning with Beron's sons. Lucien appeared as though he were about to shatter. 

Rhys' shoulders slumped in quiet relief, muttering something under his breath as he looked across the arena to where Eris had returned, standing amongst his brothers, and brimming with power. The power of a High Lord. "It's over," he whispered.

Helion turned in his direction, nodding subtly and Feyre realized that had been Rhys' plan all along. He never intended to let the duel go on as Azriel intended, but he hadn't mentioned it because his plan hinged entirely on Helion. 

Elain collapsed, causing several people to lunge towards her. Rhys cut Azriel off with a quiet snarl, winnowing him out of the arena and leaving Feyre to represent their court. She was grateful to miss that conversation. She was not entirely confident Azriel would survive. 

---

Rhysand dumped Azriel in the training ring, landing hard beside him. He wasn't sure he'd ever been so angry at his brother in his life.

He had made a bargain with Lucien that no one from his court would harm him and his brother's idiocy had nearly had catastrophic consequences. As soon as he'd learned what Azriel had done, he'd gone straight to Helion in a dangerous, desperate bid to save them all. Luckily, it had worked.

He still hadn't decided on a fitting punishment yet, too much of his energy the last 24 hours had been spent trying to prevent the duel from happening at all and he was still too angry to think properly. He pulled back his fist as Azriel got to his feet, intending to work through his anger the way they usually did- with their bodies but, to both of their surprise, they weren't alone. 

Before Azriel could fully gain his footing, he was tackled to the ground by a ball of coppery red fury. Rhys stood back, watching in amazement, as Gwyneth wrestled with Azriel- who was still too startled to realize who he was fighting- taking the upper hand as she sat on his chest and punched him square in the face. 

"You idiot!" she screamed in his face, taking hold of the front of his leathers and shaking him hard. "What is the matter with you?!"

"Gwyn?" Azriel blinked up at her as blood poured down his face. 

"Do you have a death wish, you arrogant bastard?"

The shocked look on his face was almost comical, but Rhysand didn't dare laugh. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest, and watched as the young priestess scolded the Spymaster like a child. Azriel stared at her, wide eyed as she continued yelling at him for his decided lack of critical thinking and poor decision making. He had to wipe a hand over his mouth to suppress a grin, his earlier anger nearly forgotten.

"Well?!" she demanded. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm- sorry?" Azriel was entirely bewildered, an expression Rhys had never seen on him before.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing too, idiot. Elain, for starters, and Lucien, not to mention your High Lord!" she slung a hand in Rhys' direction and he straightened, surprised. He hadn't realized she knew he was there, so focused on her task she'd been. 

Azriel's mouth opened and closed, at a loss. The priestess sneered in disgust, releasing her hold on him and climbing to her feet. With a flick of her fiery hair over her shoulder, she turned on her heel and stormed away, pausing briefly to bow to Rhysand which only made him more delighted by the whole thing. When she left, he heard her muttering under her breath. "Stupid, territorial fae males, and their stupid egos..."

As his brother sat up on his elbows, watching her go with a supremely confused look, Rhysand lost the battle with his laughter. The Shadowsinger flinched. "What just happened?"

"I think," Rhysand said, once he caught his breath. "You just met your match."

Azriel shook his head, still staring at the entrance Gwyneth had disappeared through. There was a slightly awed edge to his expression that made Rhysand swallow another laugh. Because he'd seen what had swirled between the two of them. The presence perhaps neither was aware of yet. For a moment, he considered the irony that Azriel had just dodged a fight for someone else's mate while his had been right under his nose all along...

---

I was going to add this to my angst collection, but I kinda feel like this might deserve a title of it's own. What do you think? Maybe one day too I'll expand on it and add in what happened with Elain and Lucien after the fight... we'll see.

[heartsoji]

UM HI IM NOT RLLY SURE IF U TAKE REQUESRS SO IF U DONT U CAN IGNORE THIS.,,

hear me out, KENMA and RINTARO nd NISHINOYA x reader that turns any comment they make dirty 😭 (and a lot of deez nuts jokes bc idc that ppl don’t say them anymore they’re funny 😞)

HQ BOYS W/ AN S/O WHO MAKES A LOT OF DIRTY JOKES

genre: fluff but just a lil suggestive

a/n: STOP BCS THIS IS LITERALLY ME WHEN I HAVE ENERGY

warnings: mentions of nudity, dirty jokes but its pretty mild, two swears, idk wtf i was doing on suna's and noya's lol (ok for noya ive never written for him before but wtf happened with suna)

K. KENMA

"chicken fries, ken. chicken fries." you pestered.

"ok, ok. and can i add one order of chicken fries, please?"

"of course!" said the cashier cheerily through the drive-thru mic. "so just to confirm, a bourbon bacon cheeseburger triple, cheese fries, chicken fries, a large sprite, a medium coke, a vanilla frosty, and a chocolate frosty?"

"yep." kenma confirmed.

"ok, please drive up to the window."

once you two got your food, kenma parked in the parking lot and took a spoonful of his chocolate frosty and smiled contentedly. you laughed in response, to which he pouted/glared to and turned away from you.

"i like wendy's." kenma scowled.

"me too. i love it in my mouth, but also.."you paused. "when deez NUTS are in yours!"

you earned a slap to the head.

"OWW KENMAAA YOU VIOLENT PUDDING-HEAD MF"

he simply smiled and went back to eating.

"..hey, pudding-head."

"what?"

"DONT EAT WENDYS!! HOW ABOUT PUDDING DEEZ NUTS IN YOUR MOUTH INSTEAD"

(pause)

"OWWW"

S. RINTARO

"our class got a new student today." suna mentioned casually as he scrolled through tiktok.

"yeah, i heard about that! he's from america, right? what's his name?" you asked.

"uhh.. sato. sato phillip." suna answered, struggling to pronounce the first name. "his dad's japanese and his mom's greek."

"phillip, huh?" you wondered aloud. "hey rin, you wanna skip making dinner tonight?"

"huh?" suna asked, confused. "where'd that come from?"

"YOU COULD PHILLIP ON DEEZ NUTS INSTEAD"

"well, that's kinky. i suppose i wouldnt mind giving it a try." suna replied, deadpan. "have you already ordered the attachable rubber balls?"

this guy thinks hes so cool for that.

"fuck you, rin."

"please do."

this brat.

N. YUU

"noya, what should i be for halloween this year?" you asked your boyfriend.

"hmm.." he thought about it long and hard. "a maid!" that earned him a slap to the 2-inch hair.

he laughed. "well, i suppose a fairy could be cute too."

"a fairy? then, you should be the goblin!" you beamed.

"HEY!" nova cried, offended. "why am i the goblin?"

"GOBLIN BOFA DEEZ NUTS"

noya paused for a second before bursting out cackling.

"THAT MADE THE FACT THAT I GOT A D ON MY TEST TODAY SO MUCH BETTER"

you gasped. "but we studied together! he gave you a d?!"

"yeah. i'm giving you a d too."

"boy what?"

"GIVING YOU DEEZ NUTS"

it was your turn to burst out cackling childishly.

"ok but for real, noya. lets be serious. deez nuts jokes kinda suck." you said, getting dead serious.

"HUH?! YOU SUCK!"

"SUCK ON DEEZ NUTS"

noya then POUNCED on you and laughed into your neck, sending ticklish sensations down your spine.

"I FUCKING LOVE YOU"

"I LOVE YOU TOO"

you both doubled down laughing, and you didn't even know what you were laughing at at this point.

[xf-cases-solved]

S2E4: Sleepless

Case: In Alex Krycek's first episode, our story begins, not with Alex Krycek (booo), but with a man's apartment starting on fire and the man calling 911, except when the fire department arrives, there is no fire, but there is a dead guy who we later learn died from believing he was burning to death. Weird! Cue credits.

As we wait for Alex Krycek to arrive, Mulder receives cryptic information under his door from an unknown source (tho I bet I know who the source is! X, my beloved...) leading him to the case of the imaginary fire. The problem is that another agent has also been assigned to the case... my friends, Alex Krycek, our favorite piece of shit rat bastard, has entered the mfing chat. (He stands right in front of Mulder as the tape Mulder's listening to goes, "I'm waitin' here like some kind of a bimbo," which I thought was extremely apt.)

While Mulder does his best to keep Alex Krycek out of the loop (and also bring Scully INTO the loop) more weird deaths happen. We are then formally introduced to X—Mulder's newest (and absolute best) informant, who fucking hates him and hates being his informant and who has extremely angry homoerotic energy with him every time they interact. (In my notes, that no one reads but myself, I have "X!!! X and Krycek in the same episode <3" written down, in case you were curious how I felt about that.)

Anyway, yada yada, turns out there was a secret experiment done on some military dudes in Vietnam, and they have not slept since. This apparently gives one of the dudes the power of the Force, as he's able to convince people that they're experiencing things that aren't really happening, such as burning to death. He has decided that he and the others he served with are all horrible sinners who committed war crimes and should die, so that's why he's going around murdering them with his mind (or something, I wasn't 100% clear on his motive).

Alex Krycek is on the case! (With Mulder ig.)

Mulder won't shake Alex Krycek's hand as he's waitin' there like some kind'a bimbo; Alex Krycek is ditched like someone's bad date; Scully meets Alex Krycek and is deeply unimpressed (and also won't shake his hand); Mulder warms up to Alex Krycek over the course of the episode, which is ofc very hilarious to anyone who has watched this show before; Alex Krycek mistakes a Bible for a gun (hate it when that happens); I have in my notes "they should make out" and I'm not sure if it's referring to Mulder and Alex Krycek or Mulder and X, but either way, I mean like, yeah; and it might be entirely possible that Alex Krycek... isn't quite who he says he is...👀 (He's bad. He's a bad guy. We all know he's a bad guy. But he's also bad at being a bad guy and also bad at everything else, and that's why he's my favorite forever and ever amen. 🙏)

Does someone die in the cold open: Yes, and it makes Scully very confused when she does the autopsy later

Does Mulder present a slideshow: No, and as I'm writing this I'm realizing how absolutely robbed we were of Mulder doing a slideshow for Krycek, wtf

Does the evidence survive the investigation: Lol, nah. Wonder who could have possibly stolen it...

Whodunit: Really, really, really bad insomnia

Convictions: They're all dead and also they have no evidence or files. Zip nada nothin', y'all

Did they solve it: Lol no. I mean, technically yes, they know what happened, but they have no proof of it at all and can't do an investigation into it. Ig I'll call it a "no, but" and give them experience points and let them add X to their inventory. And Krycek, but they don't want him there lol.

[how do i determine if a case is solved? check the scale here: x]

THIS EPISODE IS SPONSORED BY: My three-legged cat, Krycek, and all the poor veterinarians who have no idea how to pronounce his name.

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General Total Stats:

(green means stat has changed since last ep; red means new stat added to list)

Total Cases *Definitively* Solved So Far: 14 (streak broken. aw man, too bad someone stole all your evidence, whupsie. who could have done such a horrible thing 😔)

Total Number of "Mulder/Scully, It's Me": 6 

Total Number of Times Scully Has Conveniently Not Seen Something Crucial: 6

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Been in Mortal Danger: 8 ½ (dude was holding him at bible-point) 

Total Number of Times Scully Has Been in Mortal Danger: 8

Total Number of Sexually Charged, Uncomfortably Intimate, and/or Flirty Moments Between Friendly Coworkers: 14 (i'll say her very overt jealousy of krycek counts)

Total Number of Autopsies Scully Has Performed On Screen: 5 (she does but i don't believe we actually see her doing it)

Total Number of Times Scully Plays Doctor: 2

Total Number of Times Mulder Talks to an Informant: 18 (once on the phone and once in person, and X is so mad about it too looool. bro literally says "i don't want to be here," like, buddy, you are there on your own accord! you are so salty and it's entirely your own doing! god i love him)

Total Number of Times People Making Out in a Car Are Hurt or Killed: 2

Total Number of Times Someone Correctly Guesses a Password: 3 

Total Number of (Plot Relevant) Nosebleeds: 5

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Tasted/Sniffed/Touched Something Questionable Without Following Proper Safety Procedures: 3

Total Number of Times Someone Says "Trust No One": 3 

Total Number of Times Someone Says "I Want to Believe": 4 (i know someone said it, but idr who. i think it was krycek tho, talking to mulder)

Total Number of Times Someone Says "The Truth is Out There": 2 (X said "the truth is STILL out there" so almost there, but not quite)

Total Number of Cigarettes Cigarette Smoking Man Has Smoked: 9

Total Number of Maggie Scully Sightings: 1

Total Number of Lone Gunmen Sightings: 2

Total Number of Alex Krycek Sightings: 1!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Total Number of Times I Had to Look Up What State the Episode Takes Place in Even Though I Literally Just Watched It: 11½ (ok but i did still forget to pay attention to where the episode took place lol) 

Total Number of Times I Had to Look at an Episode's Wikipedia Page to Fill This Out Because It Was Fucking Confusing and/or Too Boring for Me to Pay Attention: 5

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Ohgodstheresmore-

now I'm tryna decide wtf I want my own human Bill to look like

the left one was the last design I did a couple years ago, and it ain't bad, but I'm jus like eeehhh

bill has always been very shape shift in my brain too so that also confuses me when tryna pin him down to one lol

my Human Bill Cipher au is where he was actually born a regular human but has the mental illnesses and gets involved with dark magic. the euclideans in this world branched out from their 2D coils, there still aren't many left though since the group of them were the soul survivors of their degrading home world. aaand are thus are scattered across dimensions. Bill meets a disguised one and she is actually the one to get him involved with magic junk and creating that fun beast lol. she is very proud of herself-

anyway, here's also a bit of lore I scrounged from my documents:

As a kid, he was infatuated with oddities, and was curious as can be. He wanted to know it all, but aside from research, his father brought him on hunting trips and taught him how to cut the meat, and this sparked an interest in dissecting small creatures on his own. And when he wasn't doing that, he would play games like portal or zelda games, which his little bro ray liked to watch. His parents were often busy, his mother a surgeon and his father a lawyer. They found time where they could, and taught him and ray to be independent. As long as they did their chores and made sure not to miss school, and of course be careful and not stay out too late, their parents trusted them to stay with friends, go to the park, the library, etc. About when he was 10, a group of kids at school started paying special attention to him. The leader was a new kid from the city who started to try and make some sort of mini gang. He manipulated other kids into joining them, most guys. They would steal his work, break into his locker/his backpack, harass, and jump him. Bill tried to hide it, covering up or avoiding his parents when the gang had beat him. He found it a sign of weakness, and was ashamed and frustrated that he couldn't do anything. One day about a year later, he decided to bring a knife to school and stabbed one of the kids, after finding him alone. He carved carefully to inflict maximum damage without it being fatal. Needless to say he was expelled. Next year his parents managed to re-enroll him. During that time out of school he delved more into his hobbies, and was around the time he found books on magic in a hidden part of the library. It was usually closed off behind a bookcase, but the new librarian, oddly enough, showed it to him, and told him it was their little secret and that she saw potential in him. When it was nearing his 13th birthday, his parents had managed to get time off so that they could all go on a vacation on spring break. Unfortunately, they wouldn't get the chance to enjoy it. When they were driving, bill was reading one of the spell books over again, and trying to pronounce some of the spells. The dark magics combined with the fact that he barely slept, made him start to hallucinate. When ray tried getting his attention and he looked out the window, he saw white ghostly figures walking in the road, surrounding them as a fog filled his vision. Their arms reached the ground and their eyes were hollow, and when they opened their mouths they were like leeches. Bill told his parents to speed up, or dodge them, but they were just confused and concerned. When he looked at his family's faces they looked white and eyes blackened, and he could only hear them asking what’s wrong, in a pitying voice. His chest felt heavy and he struggled to breath. He took the wheel and flung them off the road, sending the car tumbling before being stopped by a large tree. In the end, the parents don't make it, ray barely survived with lost limbs and internal damage. Bill was practically a missile in the crash and thrown from the vehicle. The doctors said it was a miracle he and his brother survived. If it wasn’t for the witness who called 911 they wouldn’t have. When bill woke up from his coma, he had amnesia, and upon opening his one good eye the doctors were baffled by the snake eye that looked back at them.

Personality: Bill is confident, and will get frustrated when someone questions him/his actions. He has the idea that he knows what's best and that relationships of any kind are a waste of time. He’s relatively paranoid, and can get carried away, thus then throwing all reason out the window. When his head is clear he will strategize but if you tip him off his game he will become erratic and impulsive. He is obsessive when it comes to his interests and despite his curious nature, he will approach new things and ideas with skepticism. He has no problem pushing boundaries and toying with others. He’d rather torture than kill, but if you push him far enough, he’d end you. He has a variety of abilities, due to his experience with butchery and magic. He can shadowstep, utilize biomancy, arcane, fire, hypnosuggestive, dark magics, etc. He’s also a phase shifter in larian terms.

might edit some of this but yeah I am very much still tryna get my shit together

I have WAY too many stories/au's/crossover shit but gravity falls is so fucking in my brain rn I can't not do something XD