#This is so real your brain is glowing anon

[lynnbutlertron]

Rayman and Globox got the type of relationship that is so close that they’re practically married but if anyone pointed out they’re like a couple they’d be confused l.

ANON YOURE SO RIGHT. I AGREE WITH YOU SO HARD HERES MY ARTISTIC INTERPRETATION

[ozzgin]

I'm the anon who asked if your requests are open and i got busy assignments + presentations that i almost forgot about the request but now i remembered and it's based on my dream i saw that night..

How about a vampire who lost his relic (presumably a ring) and reader happens find it and tries it on, now the vampire is all panicking because guess what? That was a betrothal relic and it has binded the vampire's soul with the one of reader. They can't pull it out/take it of.. oh well, now they are stuck and obviously the vampire hates the idea of being stuck with a pesky human but hey they are kinda stupid..? How tf they tripped on thin air? Or how they are still alive even after being food poisoned 5 times a month? Vampire is now babysitter for his human *sighs * what has he gotten himself in..

(Please add yandere elements later on, my brain stoopid but i want a hot Victorian era vampire being obsessed with me ^^ muah!)

(I'm sorry this is so lengthy TT)

Yandere! Vampire x Reader

Featuring a ridiculously lucky Reader who constantly manages to escape a Vampire's assassination attempts. Did someone order a supernatural edition of enemies to lovers?

Content: gender neutral reader, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, romcom

[Monster masterlist] [Original works masterlist]

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" your friends gasp in unison, eyes fixated on the fallen ceramic pot that scarcely missed you, now laying shattered at your feet. You laugh reassuringly and wave your hand in dismissal. "It's the fifth time it happens today. Maybe there's a storm coming?"

From within the shadows, menacing eyes glowing red follow your movements. "Damn it!" The mysterious man curses under his breath. He stares enviously at the bulky ring on your finger. The ring bearing his Family signet, where part of his very soul resides. It has stayed with him for centuries, and somehow, to his utmost shame, he lost it. By the time he rushed back to retrieve it, you were carelessly sliding it down your finger. He wanted to strangle the life out of you right then and there, but he felt it: the immediate surge of contractual power, dominating his will and holding him back from breaking your bones. "It's a little tacky, isn't it?" your friend remarked. You nodded in agreement and tried to remove it, but the metal band tightened around your skin, painfully constricting your digit. It was stuck. It was too late.

Now he has to rely on cheap trickeries like this one. Sure, he may not be able to directly plunge his fangs into your neck, but the bonding curse does not shield you from "accidents", you see. It would be a real shame if that flower pot was to land straight into your head, ending you instantly and thus breaking the connection with him. Except you simply refuse to die. A mystery, a paradox, one that enrages him to no end. It's almost as if the ring is bringing you fortune at the cost of his misery.

"Have you had any luck removing that ugly thing?" the person standing next to you mentions. The vampire lord grits his teeth at the blasphemous words. This is what's become of him: a deceitful buffoon, having to sit and listen to his inheritance being mocked relentlessly. He holds back the urge of shouting that thousands have bled to death in order to forge that magnificence. "Not at all", you respond idly. "I tried taking it to a jeweler, and she said she could try to cut it, but she ended up having a heart attack right in the middle of it. She didn't even look that old, maybe it runs in her family?"

Unbelievable. The thought of reclaiming his relic haunts every second of his day, to the point he's become your shadow. Stalking your every move, your every breath, observing his prey and waiting for an opportunity to strike. He can already picture that pathetic face of yours, twisting in pain, begging for-...huh. Well, look at that, you're reading one of his favorite books. Perhaps you do have a little taste, after all. It won't save you from your terrible fate, but he might skip the prolonged torture.

There's plenty of quotes out there about knowing your enemy in order to guarantee your victory, though one might wonder where the limit of such knowledge resides. Or what counts as useful to begin with. The vampire lord is presently wondering about this very aspect, as he mouths your coffee order from a distance. Less sugar, huh? You did mention losing your sweet tooth. He shakes his head indignantly. Absolutely not! The throb of his heart is fueled by raw hatred and nothing else. One of days he will savour your demise.

Your ridiculous luck might just end today. You've taken a shortcut on your way back home, and didn't expect a shady, burly man to block your exit. A perverted grin stains his face as he approaches you, twiddling with his pocket knife. "Alone at this hour?" You frown and try to find a way out, but the man suddenly begins to heave and convulse before your eyes, grasping at his chest as the skin shrivels and dries. He collapses at your feet, body wilted as if it's been emptied of its vitality. The Vampire Lord clicks his tongue.

To think he'd rush to rescue his sworn enemy, a pitiful mortal like you. He didn't even get the chance to consider the aftermath. You stare at the stranger, confused but observant. Pale skin, crimson eyes, unnaturally sharp canines...and the fact he just drained a living being into a bloodless corpse: everything hints to one possibility. "Are you by any chance a vampire?" you find yourself mumbling. "You must've graduated from Harvard with those deduction skills", he responds sarcastically.

Everything else unfolds in a haze. Wasn't he planning to kill you and retrieve his ring? When the hell did he offer to walk you home to avoid more creeps? Why is he twirling his hair sheepishly whenever you praise his demonic powers? Oh, but it gets worse: why did he suddenly feel the urge to kiss you before returning to his cursed lair? Why did he accept your invitation to spend the night at your place instead? One moment ago, he was doing his best to curse you off this Earth. Now he's tugging stray strands of hair away from your blushing, whining face, asking you if it hurts. Damned human.

"How did you know I like this? Have you been stalking me?" you joke, nudging your undead boyfriend and setting the gift aside. "More or less", he confesses with a yawn. He recalls all that time spent dutifully spying on your oblivious self. "You know, a human like you shouldn't be able to dodge death like that." He turns to you and scans your features. Then, abruptly embarrassed, he ruffles your hair to block you from noticing his blush. "I suppose my failure was the better outcome. It's not too bad, having you around."

[ducksido]

Hai! It’s ur fav Idia anon😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈 okay hear me out, Idia with a half frank stein half cyborg reader. Like reader has an electric heart and organs but a human brain and is like made out of like ten dead human parts, oil for blood type. So Idia is just like checking up on their vital robot organs on his computer, like using wires to connect to reader’s organs (entry thing on back??) while reader is on his lap, just relaxing and chilling, and u can interpret the rest😝😝😝😝😝

[Yes you are my favourite Idia anon😁]

(Tw: mild body horror mentions, nothing gory, just wires and weird organs. Soft vibes override.)

The room is bathed in a neon-blue glow, flickering slightly as a screen updates line after line of data—pulses, pressure, charge levels, synaptic fire. All of it you.

“Okay, okay… entry port's clean, transmission’s stable…” Idia mutters, fingers dancing across his keyboard, fast as lightning, faster than your own synthetic nerve relays. His hair pulses in hues of cerulean and violet, glowing brighter every time your vitals spike. Which they do. Every time you shift in his lap.

You’re leaned back against his chest, legs folded sideways over his, like a puzzle piece slotted in place. Calm. Almost sleepy. Like it’s normal to have a bunch of cables trailing from the base of your spine, connecting your bio-mechanical organs directly into Idia’s rig.

Your heart? Electric. Hums like an engine when you're content. Your lungs? Powered by soft hydraulic pulses that compress with a hiss and expand with a shudder. And Idia? Well, he’s obsessed.

Not in the "science project" kind of way. More like the "I can't believe you're real and I get to be the only one who gets this close to your wiring" kind of way.

"How’re you feeling?" he asks, voice unusually quiet. His hand’s resting over your sternum, right above the casing where your electric heart clicks and pulses like a steady metronome.

"Warm," you murmur. “Even with the oil circulation. Feels… nice.”

That makes him freeze for a nanosecond. Nice. Nice? YOU think it’s nice??? His brain blue-screens. You’re literally half-built from corpses and spare parts—there’s tubing under your skin instead of veins, a synth-liver that processes coolant, and an actual operating system that pings him when your battery’s low. And you're just… on his lap like a cat.

“Uhh… yeah… obviously it’s nice. My setup is, like, peak comfort optimization. Nothing less for my… my um…”

He trails off.

You blink up at him. “Your…?”

"...My favorite test subject." He coughs. Loudly. “N-not in a creepy way!! Just, like, statistically you’re the one I monitor the most, so it’s just accurate, you know?? Purely clinical—"

You tilt your head back a little more so you can look up at him with that half-synthetic eye of yours that flickers softly when you smile.

“Idia.”

He stiffens.

"You don't need to short-circuit over every compliment."

"...I d-don’t short-circuit." (He does.) (He literally does. Your neural link picks up a micro surge in his output whenever you’re too close. Which is always.)

Still, he leans down, brushing his nose against the crown of your head. “Just sayin’. No one else gets to do this. Monitor you, I mean. Tinker. Maintain. You’ve got, like, a whole corpse-Wi-Fi situation going on, and I’m the only one who knows the password.”

You hum again. You like that. The idea of belonging—not as a project, but as a person only he understands.

“Okay, diagnostics are good. All organ-tech’s running smooth. Heartbeat's in the sweet zone. No overheating.” He lets the wires retract with a whirr, but doesn’t move you off his lap. If anything, he wraps his arms a little tighter around your waist. “Guess I’ll just keep you here a little longer. For observation. You know. For science.”

You smile, letting your body rest fully against him, your cold frame soaking in his heat.

“Sure, doc. For science.”

[mitsuyeaah]

hey, i was wondering how bonten (or ran, rindo, and sanzu) would act if they misunderstood a situation between you and your older brother and they got all jealous. (no inc*st or step-cest or anything like that). it’s a funny trope so i thought i’d ask lol

MISUNDERSTANDINGS

syn: bonten trio accidentally misunderstanding a situation between you and your older brother.

TR ft. RAN, RINDOU, SANZU

cw: swearing, jealous!bonten trio but other than that, just pure fluff, pet names (baby, babe, princess, darling)

a/n: sorry this took quite a while, anon! wrote this while i was at the gym hehe

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RAN HAITANI

— tries to understand the situation. ran tries to keep a cool front, keyword: tries. he knows he’s mature enough to not jump to conclusions but it’s driving him absolutely crazy so he resorts to confrontation.

“oh, hey babe! just getting this sorted out.” ran stared at the scene in front of him, he could feel his limbs tingling from he didn’t know what exactly—jealousy? anger? confusion? you sat on the living room floor, assembling the new coffee table you and ran had bought; it was all fine until his eyes landed on a man sitting across you, helping with the furniture. what the fuck? you had come up to him so casually with another man in his presence, kissing his cheek as you greeted him. were you not ashamed one bit? guilty? that another man was under the roof the two of you shared? stepped foot in a home designed for you and him only? ran stood there, pools of lilac boring holes onto the unknown man’s head.

you turned to ran, noticing the shift in his aura but his eyes were locked onto the man next to you. before you could call out his name, he opened his mouth, “and who might you be? didn’t know we had a.. guest, if i may.” his tone was flat and cold but a saccharine smile made its way to his lips as if to taunt the man. you furrowed your brows, “ran—” “no, princess. i want to hear from him. he’s got his own voice, yeah?” you blinked up at ran as he cut you off. was he being for real right now? why was he being rude?

your older brother let out an awkward chuckle and scratched at his nape, “i’m- i’m their older brother.. uh, nice to meet you, ran haitani, right?” your sibling hastily stood up, jutting out an arm at ran who looked like he had seen a ghost. every single feeling was drained from his body at the man’s introduction. well shit. “darling.. i’ve told you about my older brother so many times.. do you not remember?” ran wracked around his brain. shit. shit. you had told him but he somewhat forgot about it.

he stood there for a few seconds before quickly shaking your brother’s hand, “oh fuck, i’m so sorry! shit shit— i didn’t mean to be rude at all!” ran’s eyes widened before profusely bowing in front of your older brother. you bit back a smile, ran has never acted like this before—it was such a sight to see him all flustered and embarrassed. a man who’s nothing but self assured turned into a flustered mess in front of your brother. “you treat all strangers like this..?” your brother mused, clearly joking. ran’s mouth opened and closed as he turned crimson red. both you and your sibling laughed out loud at his awkward state.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RINDOU HAITANI

— waits for you to admit it. rindou is not a man of many words, he doesn’t really like confrontations and would rather hear it from you without him having to ask you—even if it swarms his thoughts day and night.

“you know.. you can tell me anything..” rindou’s deep voice sliced through the peaceful silence of the night, the vibrations from his chest going straight to your ear as you lie your head atop it. there was this slight hesitancy in his tone that made you furrow your brows, “hm? what do you mean?” you angled your head to look up at his face—his amethyst eyes were cast with the warm glow of the bedside lamp but you could see the swirling storm behind it. rindou stared straight ahead, his hand had stopped rubbing your back. he bit his lip, feeling a lump in his throat as he mustered the courage to say something. to address the elephant in the room.

“i.. i know you’re seeing someone else.. i saw another man’s shoes at the doorstep when i came home.” upon seeing it earlier, rindou turned and left to clear his thoughts. he closed his eyes, his hand that hovered over your back balled into a fist. furrowing your brows, you put the pieces together in your head and before you knew it, a wide grin was plastered on your face. rindou’s eyes shot open as you burst out laughing, no sign of guilt on your face. he was confused. “wha—” “baby.. those shoes you saw earlier? they were my brother’s! he came by to meet you but you came home later than usual.” you buried your face in his chest, shaking with laughter.

rindou’s brows shot up, “but— how— you didn’t tell me..?” “i texted you, remember? though i don’t think you replied at all.” realisation sank in and rindou wanted the bed to swallow him whole. his phone had died and had no way of charging it, hence why he didn’t see your text earlier. he buried his face in his palms as he felt his face heat up in embarrassment. how could he be so silly? “fuck, how embarrassing.. i’m so sorry for assuming, baby. i—” “baby, it’s okay.” you tried to console him but ended up bursting with laughter at the situation, earning a deep sigh from rindou and his face shielded with his hands.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ HARUCHIYO SANZU

— immediately jumps to a conclusion. sanzu is a very clingy partner, he sees another man next to you? he sees red. doesn’t beat around the bush, and he gets straight to the point—this behaviour of his, he’s picked up from doing his job in bonten.

“who the hell is this?! are you cheating on me?” you almost dropped the plate you were holding at sanzu’s loud voice. there he stood at the entrance of the kitchen, sleeves of his button down shirt rolled up, hair tousled—a clear sign of a rough day from work. a vein was prominent at the side of his neck as he questioned you. sanzu narrowed his eyes at the man who stood next to you, not only was he in his kitchen, he also wore his apron. “sanzu! that-that’s not the way to greet my brother!” you took a few steps to stand in front of him as you saw rage brewing behind his azure eyes; it all quickly dissipated as his eyes darted between the two of you. oh. you two did have the same eyes.

sanzu bit his bottom lip, embarrassment quickly swallowing him. he remembered his outburst a few seconds ago and he wanted nothing but to crawl into a hole. “ah.. um.. my apologies. didn’t know you had an older brother.” he sheepishly smiled at you, scratching at his nape. “well now you do. he was so eager to meet you, you know.” you raised a brow at him before proceeding to set up for dinner—with the help of your older brother. sanzu awkwardly stood there, feeling out of place. he locked gazes with your brother before shuffling to his feet and warmly greeting the man; you playfully shook your head at sanzu as you heard him profusely apologising, his tone much calmer and quieter now.

throughout the night, sanzu kept close. he fully knew you were still a bit upset at how he acted towards your brother. he didn’t blame you, it was entirely his fault. he was clingy—a hand on your thigh, an arm slung around your waist, his shoulder touching yours. you’ve already forgiven him earlier but you wanted to see how far he’d keep up with this; it was cute to say the least. how he followed you like a puppy with it’s tail between it’s legs, clearly guilty of his actions.

© mitsuyeaah

[deathbxnny]

Alright! After debating which characters i want to use for this idea, i chose Lyney! So can i request Lyney x reader where he and reader does a ballroom dance under the moonlight. The Merry Go Round of Life ost is honestly a perfect song for a ballroom dance so i have to request a ballroom dance! Also this ask is kinda similar to your Furina post, but..

Let me explain:

So the reader is Lyney’s crush and Lyney is also the reader’s crush. Their love for each other is mutual but both of them have yet to confess. The reader is wating for Lyney to be the one to confess while Lyney… Lyney plans to never confess to them. Despite really wanting to, he can’t. He won’t because if he does that would mean getting the reader involved in the Fatui which he vehemently does not want to happen. So he trapped the both of them in this dance of Will They or Wont They because while he doesnt want to be actual lovers for their safety, this dance will at least let him believe an illusion that they are one. He knows the reader will get tired of this dance but that’s fine with him. He will enjoy every second of this dance until the reader eventually finds a new dancing partner lover.

But until then, he will let himself believe this illusion as it lets him forget all his problems and be in love for once.

(I should probably mention that i have yet to play Fontaine so idk how accurate Lyney is in this request but even if he does date someone, i still think he wouldnt be too keen on having his S/O involved in his Fatui business. Am i right on that assumption?)

- Flower Anon 🌸

I love your brain, Flower Anon! This is such an interesting idea, but I might change it up a little, so I hope you like it anyways and I thank you for your request!<33

(Part two)

Content: Heavy angst?, Mutual pinning but no confession, hurt/kind of no comfort, ballroom dancing, hints of depression, Lyney is a bit of a liar, sfw Reader has no metioned pronouns!! ((Not fully proofread))

《No happy endings. (Lyney x Gn!Reader)》

In a way, Lyney always knew his love for you would backfire eventually.

Whether it was due to his own actions or his family's "business," he knew this couldn't ever turn out the way he wanted to. That eventually, he'd have to pull away from you for good. But he was selfish for way too long, perhaps even in denial. He ignorantly thought he could manage his many lies with the same ease he balanced his magic tricks on stage. And yet, it all came to a head the day "Father" told them of their important mission.

A mission he knew would end in nothing but heartbreak and loneliness.

He ofcourse tried to prolonge his doom for as long as he could, mainly because he just couldn't let go of you. He didn't want to, and it was so painfully obvious to everyone around him. It didn't help that he knew that you loved him back, too. Neither of you ever dared to confess, however, something he was thankful for until now. It made things a little easier, or at least it did, until you one day visited him at one of his street shows with a letter in hand, inviting him to a grand ball in the theater.

You were glowing under the bright sun, your smile wide enough to make him breathless. Lynette gave him a glance, an unreadable one he still understood anyway. After their last meeting with their "Father", she had bluntly asked him what he was going to do with you now. This wasn't the first time she had asked him this either. But everytime she did, his words would dry out in his mouth and he'd be left there speechless, unable to come up with a solution.

The issue was clear as day, however. It's either he confessed to you or he didn't. For a while, he entertained the idea of doing so, just so he can finally hold you the way he so desperately wanted to. But Lynette wasn't letting him dream anymore. If he confessed, then he'd have to lie to you about everything. And it was inevitable that eventually, one day, you'd find out about their real identities. Would you stay then? Freminet quietly shaking his head at his older brothers question was enough to make him finally wake up to the reality of the situation.

No, ofcourse you wouldn't stay, because he had deceived you for so many years. Perhaps you'd be able to look past the Fatui aspect, but not the lies.

He hadn't been the same since and everyone noticed. Even you, who was so desperate to cheer him up from the unknown issue that was clouding his mind. Always so ready to help him through everything, despite not knowing you were the cause of his plight. And he regrettably loved that about you the most.

"You... want to go to the ball with me? Ah... I-" "-Please? I've been wanting to go with you for a while, and I'm sure it will do us some good to catch a break." You said quickly, afraid of his rejection when you haven't even tasted the beginning of it yet. The blonde man bit his lip, his eyes meeting Lynette's for help, who simply looked away stubbornly. She had warned him of this. At this point, she wondered who's feelings she was really trying to save. Her twin brothers or her dear friends? She didn't know and hoped it would all just come to a quick, painful end.

Lyney sighed softly, unable to ever say no to you in the end, as he forced a smile to grace his lips. "Why ofcourse then! Let's make the night count!" He said in his usual grandiose tone, his heart fluttering as you gave him an excited giggle and hugged him, quickly taking your leave with a gleeful thanks. The twins watched you round a corner, the young man deflating with every step you took.

He pressed a hand against his face the moment you disappeared, his breath a little uneven and shaky. His smile wobbled until it finally dropped entirely. Even smiling had become too exhausting to do. Lynette simply stared before she shook her head and crossed her arms tightly. Someone had to be the responsible one here, and as much as it hurt her... she had to be the one to push him over the edge. "You'll end it after the ball. You have to." She whispered to him, leaning in close enough to notice the teary, near empty gaze glinting in his eyes.

He always loved too hard.

"I... ofcourse I will. You're right." He muttered in a near daze as he gathered up his cards off the floor from a previous performance. He looked so small, all his pride and grandiose having been shattered the moment he realised that his life and free will never belonged to him to begin with.

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The days flew past him afterwards and by the time the night of the ball arrived, it was like he had woken up from a bad fever dream. He stood in the now crowded theater room, dazed and dressed in a lavish suit he only barely remembered to have put on with his siblings' help. He had attempted to stall having to come here, but his "father's" dark glare from the door way made it clear that she wasn't going to entertain his "distraction" being around him anymore either.

Fountaine's whole existence stood on the line, so how dare he hesitate? How dare he care about being heartbroken, when people are going to die?

His hazy mind nearly didn't recognize your radiating form when you approached him in absolute glee. Your hands took his gloved one's, tightly grasping them, as you spoke of your happiness to be here with him. You had dragged him outside onto one of the massive balconies, the moonlight mirrored in your beautiful eyes, and for a moment, everything around him disappeared. He could hear your words slow down, the panic kicking in full force when he realised what you were attempting to do, his mouth moving faster than his heart could stop it.

"Lyney, what I want to say is that I lov-" "-Let's dance. Let us please dance." He whispered breathlessly, his head spinning as he grasped onto your hip and took your hand into his. He couldn't process the hurt in your eyes, the way you pressed your lips together, tried mentally reasoning with yourself that he hadn't indeed just bluntly rejected you.

But he was quicker, the music filtering outside from the grand ballroom and mingling with the warm night air, as Lyney waltzed with you to it's melody. His mind was racing with so many thoughts and possibilities, his brain and heart tearing at his soul into opposite directions. He was hesitating. Despite knowing exactly what he had to do, the words just couldn't spill out yet. He gave himself time until the end of the song, his face flushing with a misplaced sense of excitement for being so close to you at last.

Yet you knew something was off about him. Perhaps it was the way he danced so clumsily. Perhaps it was the growing anxiety in his eyes that couldn't look into yours, and maybe it was the way his breath was so painfully labored, as though something was weighing down on his heart, suffocating him. Whatever it was, it made you slowly become frustrated.

Years of showing your affection to the magician seemed to have been brushed off and forgotten in that moment. And you weren't foolish enough to believe that he didn't feel the same for you. So what was he waiting for? What was holding him back? You couldn't understand, and so, when he spun you out, his hand only weakly keeping you from getting away from him, you finally uttered the words that burned on your tongue.

"Why are you hesitating?"

He looked at you for the first time since the waltz began, his eyes widening with unshed tears as he gulped, his throat so painfully dry. The melody was about to end, the orchestra leading up to it with suspense, somehow fitting for what he was about to do. He was happy that, despite everything, he was able to delude himself into thinking you two can be one, even for a single night. So perhaps his only regret was to not have been born in the right time and world for you.

"Because I can't love you. Not in this life. But I promise that nothing will stop me in the next."

The music came to an end, the wild and near deafening roar of the crowd in the ballroom filling this sobering silence between you two. It was his best performance, his best final magic trick, in which he'd make his own heart vanish. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your hand, unable to look at your shocked and tear-filled expression.

Lyney had made peace with himself and the situation in that moment, even when you wordlessly pulled away from him and quickly ran past him. He stood under the moonlight, still bowed, his hand reaching for nothing until he summoned his hat from thin air and elegantly put it on his slicked back hair. The blonde turned to look behind him as he did so, only barely seeing you vanish in the thick crowd as you wiped away your tears.

And somehow, he had it in him to smile, not out of amusement of what he had done to you, but rather at the realisation that he truly always did belong to a puppet show in a way.

What a shame that the script had no happy ending from the start.

Alrighttt... I hope this was okay for you, Flower Anon! And sorry for taking so long, exam season is not for the weak...

[xmads-omensx]

Noah meeting you and slowly learning that you're a huge history/archeology/paleontology nerd. He noticed you would drop random facts or correct facts (especially while watching your favorite movie; Jurassic Park). Falling for you a little bit more everyday when he finds out you are way smarter than you look (dumb blonde jokes inserted here haha) and he loves that your house is basically a museum.

Word Count: 1,470

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: swearing, very vague mentions and description of a mummified person, questions surrounding morality of museums

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @chey-h @tosoundlessdarkistare @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp

ANON YOU GET ME! Not to pick favourites right now, but this is literally my fave request ever!! I'm such a literature and history nerd. SMOOCHES TO YOU ANON

(and yes I did put some of my uni museum assignment ideas here but we shall move bc it is still HEAVYYY on my mind rn)

As a self-proclaimed nerd, it was easy to be misjudged.

Typically, nerds were associated with comic books, maths, science and the like, which I most definitely was into don’t get me wrong, but I was a different kind of nerd.

The kind that finds true joy by learning heaps of useless information about dinosaurs and other extinct creatures. The kind that knows just a little too much about the Berlin Wall. The kind that you really want on your pub quiz team for the history round.

That kind of nerd.

Dating came with its challenges, since I had to physically refrain from correcting my dates on their incorrect factual knowledge, which I had discovered didn’t exactly go down too well the hard way.

Meeting Noah was an absolute blessing. He was a nerd too, not quite the same kind as me, but a nerd none the less, and I loved him for it.

Despite this, Noah never knew how into history I really was.

I had told him about my interest in anime and sci-fi movies, which he had really taken to, but my history obsession never really came up.

Our dates and hangouts had regularly consisted of watching movies or some episodes of an anime, but nothing that had particularly made my heart leap with joy and my brain whirl with interest.

Until our five month anniversary.

Obviously, that isn’t a long time and we didn’t do anything crazy to celebrate, but Noah still went above and beyond with preparations.

He had laid out blankets over his bed, with trays full of Chinese food and snacks, with my favourite soft drinks on his bedside table.

It was quite beautiful to be honest.

The dimly lit room was cozy, with the fairy lights that I had bought him hanging down from above his wardrobe, and his LEDs illuminating the room in a soft orange glow.

His TV was displayed on his wall in front of his bed, further illuminating the room with the familiar image of the Jurassic Park title card.

Noah had never seen it before, and had made it his personal mission to watch them, seeing as it was my favourite movie franchise.

“I thought that we should watch something you like this time, instead of always watching what I want.” He said, breaking the silence with his soft voice.

“Sound like a good plan.” I replied, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. Noah had to lean down to meet me halfway so that my lips would actually connect with his cheek.

We snuggled down on his bed, with my head buried in his warm chest. The beating of his heart relaxing me as I was absorbed into the movie.

However, the peace didn’t last long.

“Fucking stupid.” I muttered when the scene depicting John Hammond explaining how the park was created to his guests.

“What?” Noah laughed.

“It’s stupid! This whole mosquito bullshit!” I exclaimed.

Noah paused the movie in order to let me explain my grievance with the scene.

“How is it bullshit? Baby it’s not real.” He said with a slight laugh.

“Well obviously Noah! But they could have at least made it more plausible, because then it would be a better movie!” I said, throwing my hands up in frustration.

“How is this inaccurate baby?” Noah asked, slightly intrigued by where I was going with this.

“The mosquito. Only female mosquitos bit animals, and there is no way in hell that they had the means, time or budget to spend all of that time identifying the gender of the mosquito, which they portray as male. And, there is no way to guarantee that that particular mosquito did, in fact, bite a dinosaur!” I was out of breath by the time I had finished ranting to Noah.

He simply chuckled, before pulling me back into his chest and pressing play on the movie, letting me rant about all of the inaccuracies as we went, which there are a lot of.

By the end of the movie, I had fallen asleep listening to Noah’s soothing heartbeat, whilst Noah sat and thought about all of the new and completely useless information he had gained throughout the movie.

He kissed the top of my head before snuggling into my body and drifting off to sleep.

The next time I had overshared far too many facts was when Noah invited me out on a group trip to the museum.

He had planned to go with his group of friends since they had a new samurai section that they all wanted to go and visit, whilst he also saw this as the perfect opportunity for me to meet his friends.

We all met up at a nearby coffee shop and hit it off like a house on fire.

Folio and Matt rapidly became my partners in crime as we walked behind Noah, making small jokes about him and giggling, making him turn around and look at us funny before walking away.

The museum was huge. Tall marble pillars stood strong outside the entrance, giving off an ancient Greek look.

Inside, the high ceilings held skylights which illuminated the entire building in a bright, warm glow, perfectly highlighting each of the exhibits.

The guys made a beeline for the samurai section, whilst I took my time looking at various artefacts from across the world, sprouting off additional facts that weren’t on the little information stands next to them, which had clearly impressed Folio as he whispered to Noah, “She’s a lot smarter than she looks.” And “I wish I was as smart as her.” Which mad made me laugh.

I never felt as though I was particularly smart, I just knew a lot of facts about a lot of things. But I guess that is more or less the definition of smart.

“Hey babe.” Noah called out, “The museum kind of reminds me of your place.”

“How come?” I asked, slightly confused by what he meant by this.

“All of this old stuff. It doesn’t all look important, but it is important. I don’t think that makes any sense.” He rambled.

“I collect a lot of stuff, if that’s what you’re getting at. I like to collect old things.” I laughed.

“Yeah, that’s what I was trying to say.” He laughed, pulling me underneath his arm and placing a kiss on my head.

I always had mixed feelings on museums.

Sure, they were cool to look around and see all of the different artefacts and displays, but something in my gut told me that it was wrong.

Was it okay that museums were taking all of these different things that don’t belong to them?

It was the archaeology exhibit that solidified my stance on the issue.

Right in the middle of the room sat a sarcophagus. An open sarcophagus at that. And inside this sarcophagus laid a mummified person. To the museum’s credit, they were covered enough to keep them decent, but the whole display boiled my blood.

Noah noticed my change in demeanour quite rapidly.

“You doing okay, bub?” He asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“I hate this.” I said simply. “She doesn’t even get a say in this. They’re using her like she’s an object.” I sighed, gesturing defeatedly at the display.

“Do you want to go and look at something else.” Noah asked quietly.

I wasn’t sure, so I just shrugged.

“That’s so fucked up.” Nicholas said, looking at the display.

“It’s not fair.” I said, loud enough for the others to hear. “If they’re displaying her like this for education, then it’s pointless because she isn’t teaching us anything that we don’t already know. Besides, it’s inaccurate. They’ve taken away the amulets she would have been buried with that she would have needed to get to the afterlife. These canopic jars are replicas, so they don’t even have the real thing. It’s a piss poor attempt at bringing the past to the present.” I ranted.

The guys fell silent before Jolly began to speak.

“Museums suck balls.” He said simply.

“Fuck yeah they do!” I exclaimed, making the rest of the guys laugh before suggesting we got get some food instead.

The rest of the day was spent with the guys quizzing me on random questions that popped into their heads.

It was nice feeling this close to people that I had only just met, who were impressed by my stupidly vast knowledge of history.

“Why history?” Noah asked. “Like, surely there are cooler subjects out there, like… biology or something.”

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “History is cool, dumbass!”

The guys all burst into laughter at the look of pure shock that had crossed his handsome features.

Being a history nerd was rapidly becoming one of the best decisions that I had ever made.

[lexi0widow]

Nah because everyone says Masky gets no pussy- BUT THAT MAN GETS IT, IYWIM?

So, could i get Masky trying to rizz up his crush, and she’s just like:🫣🤭 LIKE A BLUSHING MESS. Brain shut down, she can’t talk because all she’s thinking is “oh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to meoh my god he’s talking to me-”

her face is so red and so heated up that shit could power solar panels. She’s practically glowing-

LMFAO REAL

MASKY x READER

Its no secret that people say that Masky doesn’t pull

However when you heard this for the first time you were shocked

Fucking flabbergasted even

You’ve always had a thing for your masked companion

Even though you vowed to never tell him in the hopes of not ruining your friendship

So when you came down for breakfast morning it wasn’t suprising to see Masky sat at the kitchen island

You two greet each other as usual befor eyoy take a seat beside him

‘What are you doing today? Everyones on missions and if you’re not busy i was hoping we could chill in my room.’

‘I’m not doing anything buy now that you mention it- I’d much rather be doing you.’

You instantly go red

Where did thag come from?!?!?

Was it a joke?

How do you respond?

And then he laughs at you!

WTF???

‘Calm down darling i’m only playing.’

The nickname makes you weak at the knees

‘Though judging by the look on your face you wouldn’t mind if i wasn’t joking huh?’

You feel like you’re gonna pass out

‘I- Masky? What are you doing?-‘

He just cuts you off with a kiss

‘I’m gonna be doing whatever you want me too for the next few hours’

Hes holding your face looking at you with a sinister smirk

‘Masky- I- whats up with yoy today?’

‘M’ pretty sure i should be asking you that.’

Your mind is RACING

Hes so pretty

He smells so good

I want him

MEOW

‘I love you pretty girl~’

‘I-‘

She softens and smiles

‘I love you too Masky’

I hope that way okay!! Thank you so much for the request anon!🫶🏻

[child0feden]

i need to know more abt ur thoughts on modern!pelle and camgirl!reader please omfg im deadddddd

well, i have many thoughts about them hehe! as like a short little timeline that i will go more in depth with another time, i think pelle found you, became enamoured with you, began donating to you whenever he has €15 to spare, you became interested in him due to his username and some things he said in his donation messages, you messaged him privately first and the two of you just spoke for hours, both of you continue chatting privately for months before organising a meeting, you meet and yeah you guys are just so in love, you start dating and so on… i will go into a better explanation of all of that later on but for now, have these hehe…

okay so these are just assorted little headcanons for modern! pelle and the camgirl! reader au! there is no major plot nor a major timeline, these are just some short and random little things with them! these are just some of my thoughts about them for you, anon <3

modern! pelle who often gets quite insecure when he sees other donations made to camgirl! reader from other people

pelle had not often found himself all that insecure about how much he had in the bank! yes, he was very aware of the fact that he had… below average in his bank and was what some most people would consider broke but he could never find it in himself to care! he had a lack of enjoyment for things that really required money, he did not often feel like he needed money and hey, he was alive no matter what his nickname may be… money was never an insecurity nor even a worry to the mind of pelle until he became obsessed infatuated with you! only then, did he feel like such a damn loser and such an idiot for even thinking that you would ever even acknowledge his €15 donation when he could see your highest donations of the day all lined up in the corner of his little laptop screen, they were such bigger sums of money, they were so frequent and regular… before that night of him getting drunk and making his first donation of €15 to you, he had always backed out just as he went to press the confirm payment button! he always pulled his ever so slightly shaking hands away from his keyboard and decided not to, he always decided that there was just no point in donating such a small amount and if you noticed him at all, it would probably be to point and laugh at how small of a donation it was and then he would have felt an urge to smash his laptop into little pieces which he knows he cannot afford, both literally because of his lack of funds for a new one and figuratively for his music…

modern! pelle who almost immediately sobered up when camgirl! reader did acknowledge his very first donation

pelle was drunk and he knew he was drunk, it did not take much cheap liquor to completely destroy his frail body and mind at all… he was holed up in his almost pitch black room, his back pressed up against the white painted wall as he sat on his springy old mattress on the floor with his cock held in his fist, the only dim light coming from his laptop screen as it illuminated a small glow across his pale and visibly worn out face… his eyes were stuck on what had become his usual comfort and pleasure of the dark, desolate and cold nights… you… his screen showed him the now familiar sight of you as you fucked your self with your fingers whilst looking right back at him the camera, oh… pelle just could not get enough of you, you made him feel so strange inside, you made him feel things that he did not even think he was capable of feeling, you ignited a burning wildfire inside of a man who thought he was as good as some wet wood… the urge to give you what was left in his bank account, a measly sum of €15 at most, was so sudden and this time, his drunken brain had an instalment of almost unstoppable faux confidence and a real drive… he could not stop himself this time, he could not pull his slim fingers away as he typed in his credit card details and confirmed his choice to send you that all he had! but even with his drunken brain on a high of adrenaline and spurred on confidence, his breath still seemed to halt and pause in his lungs as he watched the his donation pop up on your stream, his unblinking eyes beginning to burn as he watched you study the notification on your screen before reading it out… when you read out his username? some overly morbid and death related username, a horrid username that sounded oh so beautiful coming out of your mouth, he swore that he felt his heart stop beating in his chest for a second! only when you thank him for the first time donation and offer him a sweet welcome to your… community is when he feels like he can breathe again, only when you blow a kiss at him your screen is when he feels as if he was immediately sobered up whilst he feels his cock now becoming notably even harder in his hand from your interaction… yeah, he thinks maybe you are worth going completely broke for after all…

modern! pelle who never quite knows what to put in his donation messages to camgirl! reader

pelle does not really know how to dirty talk, not in person nor online… it is very unfamiliar territory for him and he just never really goes there due to his lack of knowledge for how to actually do it! and he does not want to accidentally creep you out by saying something that sounds more like a strange threat than some sweet dirty talk… so for the most part? a lot of his donations come without a message, or they come with a simple little smiling emoticon! but the rare ones that do come with a real typed out message from him? well, those are always a treat for you! they never really include anything all that dirty, actually, the messages are quiet mundane but in comparison to all of your usual donation messages that are always full of filth and demands? they are such a refreshing change! pelle just always asks you about music, about what your favourite bands are! he always wants to know what kind of movies do you enjoys, if you like snuff stuff or not so much… the questions almost make you laugh as you read them, wondering if he can actually see just what you are doing to yourself when he wants to know about your favourite classic horror… but every single time, you answer his questions with genuine responses, your responses are often filled with stuttering and moans in between your words but pelle appreciates them nonetheless! your dedication to answering his questions that he was hesitant to even send only makes him more infatuated and interested in you and little does he know, his questions to you and about you only drive you to want to know so much more about him…

modern! pelle who starts seeing camgirl! reader after months of getting to know each other more

pelle is not super sure on what the two of you are… if someone asked him, he would probably say that you are partners, that you are dating! but he is unsure if you would say the same because despite how badly he want to think of himself as your boyfriend, as badly as he wants to see your relationship as something real and official, he almost hopes you do not think the same as he does… he almost hopes that you do not see him as your boyfriend because he just thinks you deserve someone so much better than who he is, pelle thinks you deserve so much more than what he can give and he almost hopes that you can see that and that you know that… it is almost strange! the two of you have had sex together at this point, he sleeps at your apartment more than he sleeps anywhere else, the two of you do so many general things together and yet he does not know what it really is and he wants needs to know… as insecurities eat away at him one night, he feels like he just needs to know! and so he asks you, after the two of you had a somewhat domestic day together in your apartment and are laying in bed together, with pelle flat on his back beside you whilst letting you curl up into him, he just asks you… his voice is almost a whisper as he asks you what you guys are, he asks you just what you see him as, he almost sounds afraid to ask and his voice is riddled with total unsureness before he goes deathly silent after getting the question out of his dry mouth, his eyes staring up at your ceiling as his ears seem to ring at the sound of his own fearful voice and the pitiful question that left his mouth! pelle fails to realise that you are beyond half asleep when he asks his question, your brain barely manages to comprehend what he asked you but you manage to give a response, your tired voice mumbling into his band t-shirt covered chest about how he is your boyfriend, obviously before you seem to conk out for good… and pelle feels like he can breath freely when you answer, he feels as if a deadweight was lifted up from his weak shoulders as your words repeat over and over again in his tired mind, a tiny smile crawls across his face as he brings a hand up to stroke your hair before planting a timid kiss on your head as he feels himself drift off into a sleep of his own… in the morning, you will suddenly remember what he asked you just before you passed out and have a more serious conversation about it! you will tell him that of course you thought of him as your boyfriend and you will apologise for not making it clearer to him sooner, and as a sweet treat? you will go with him out to his favourite forest later that day when the sun begins to set and a camera in hand with just one video title in mind “ sucking my BOYFRIEND off deep in the woods and letting him CUM on my face ” and who could ever say no to that…

modern! pelle who does not quite move in with camgirl! reader but basically does move in with her

pell spends far more time at your apartment than he does at the house he shares with his band mates! your apartment brings him an almost unfamiliar sense of comfort and ease, he feels a strange sense of genuine enjoyment when he is surrounded by things that just have so much of you attached to them… pelle has found himself just touching so much of your stuff so many times, usually in quite innocent ways too! he has found himself bringing his pale fingers down to run along your hairbrush… he has found himself picking up one of your shirts from the laundry basket and bringing the soft cotton up to his nose in search of any scent of you that remains attached to the fabric, his hands tightening around the shirt and his breath huffing through his nose with satisfaction and pleasure when he finds the scent of you that he was searching for… he has found himself mindlessly fiddling with your hair ties that are always laying around somewhere in your apartment, his fingers examining and studying the loose hair strands that remain on the small and often used hair tie as his brain is indescribably pleased to know that the little strands of hair are a leftover part of you… he has found himself sniffing one of your candles and immediately letting out a breath of strange relief when he realises that the scent of this candle is the new and unfamiliar scent that he has been smelling around you and your clothes lately, that his brain was wrong in making him paranoid that maybe you had been getting close with someone else and had gotten bored of him…

modern! pelle who sometimes wants to be in the room whilst camgirl! reader streams

pelle does not always feel like having sex, nor does he always feel like having sex with you on your stream… but this does not mean that he does not still like to watch you please yourself and hell, it does not mean that he might not end up palming his cock through his tattered jeans as he watches you fuck yourself… he sits just behind your webcam, he stays out of view and he stays completely silent save for a few stuttered breaths and low groans that fail to even be picked up by the microphone due to your own moans and whines blocking them out! he enjoys just sitting against a wall and watching you work away at yourself, watching you please yourself with your own hands and your own devices whilst he studies your body or palms at himself through his pants, he loves feeling his breath hitch in his throat when your eyes drift just a little bit away from the webcam and meet his own… he loves when you lay your cheek down on the soft sheets of your bed and look right over at him, right into his curious blue orbs as you fuck yourself for the viewers him and he loves keeping your eyes locked in a stare of such primal want and need and such human curiosity as he observes the way your pupils blow out in a pure form of total euphoria when you reach your high and are forced to break away from the intense stare with pelle in order to let your eyes drop closed with pleasure… he likes that you looked away first, he feels a slight breath of relief leave his mouth when he realises that he will get to observe you and admire you in your post orgasm haze…

modern! pelle who sometimes just listens to camgirl! reader as she streams

pelle might not even come into your room and watch you stream, oh no! sometimes, he will just be walking around your apartment, he will just on his way to grab something from his bag and he will hear your moans echoing through the thin wooden door to your spare room, the room where almost all of your streams take place… of course pelle knew you were streaming, you always tell him beforehand so that he can either come in the room and watch or just so that he knows what you will be doing for a little while out of your day! he had already heard some of your louder moans through the walls as he sat on your bed in your now shared bedroom and sure, hearing those sudden loud moans would always send a strike of lighting through his stomach and straight to his cock but when he walked past the door and heard almost everything? when he walked past the closed door and heard every single one of your moans and your whines and your gasps? when he heard all of the noises and began picturing just what you were doing to yourself today? he stills outside of the door, halting in his step and leaning back against the wall before bringing a pale hand down to palm at his cock, he knows he could go into the bedroom and open your stream to watch and then just fuck you himself when you end it but something about listening in through a doorway makes him feel so oddly excited as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out… sometimes, after walking past the room and hearing those noises, he just cannot help himself! he just has to lean against the painted wall and fist his cock whilst picturing what you are doing to yourself, wondering how many fingers you are shoving into your sweet cunt or if you are using a toy today, he wonders if your cunt is just aching to be stuffed by his cock instead of your own fingers or some plastic… he just cannot stop himself from getting himself off in the hallway of your apartment and he knows it is so disgusting, what kind of person does this? what kind of person listens in on their girlfriend as she fucks herself for other people who are paying to see it? what kind of person gets off on that? but these thoughts only make pelle feel even more heated as low grunts and deep huffs leave his mouth, his hand tightening around his cock as he fastens his movements, his eyes squeezing shut before he lets out a strangled moan as he feels himself reach a sense of euphoria… it takes him a minute of reaching clarity to realise that his cum has splattered on your hardwood floors… but do not worry, he will be sure to get that cleaned up before you are done with your stream…

modern! pelle who lets camgirl! reader make a custom toy of him

pelle was somehow surprised when you asked to make a custom replica toy of his cock! despite how many times you had told him that he just had such a perfect cock and how it always filled you up so well, despite how many times you had praised him during sex about how his cock felt so heavenly inside of you… he was just surprised that you would actually want a toy of him, i mean… was it really that good to you? he never saw much special about his cock but then again, he did not tend to admire himself in a mirror all that much… but when you straddle him on the couch and begin nibbling at the pale flesh of his neck whilst explaining to him that yes, his cock really is that perfect and yes, he really is that good to you and when you mumble into his neck about how incredibly hot it would be to fuck yourself with a replica of him during your streams? oh… well that is what really gets pelle going as he thinks about it! it gets him so flushed and he can feel his cock hardening as he thinks about you using him a replica of him to fuck yourself in front of so many people who have no idea! he gets so hard at the thought of you fucking yourself into stupidity with something meant to exactly replicate his own cock… and yeah, this toy ends up doing wonders both for you and pelle, especially in the times before pelle was confident enough to join you on camera… he loved watching you fuck yourself with it, he loved really being able to see how much of a struggle it was for you to fit his cock into your tight little cunt, he adored really being able to watch as your cunt almost failed to take his full size… he loved watching your cream paint the replica of him in a layer of creamy goodness, he just loved watching you fuck yourself with what is basically a piece of him in front of all those people who you chose him over, you chose him and his €15 over everyone and you show it off like no other…

anyways, hope you like these at least a little anon <3

[ethereance]

Au where Lance grew up in gravity Falls before voltron. Imagine Allura trying to figure out whether the weird thing Lance says and does is a weird human thing or weird Lance thing

Anon, anon, anon, I love where your brain is at right now.

Humans, to Allura and Coran at least, are weird in their own right. With how similar they look to alteans, they always get thrown by the occasional thing that to them, is just so alien (all those languages they apparently speak even through they’re from a secluded planet, the way cold food freezes their brains—though they enjoyed the food from the planet Icesocles saying it was similar to ‘ice cream’ and wished they could stay longer to build ‘snow men?’, their lack of strength, talk of rain that’s just… water with zero protective shields required to deal with except maybe ‘an umbrella’ which sounds incredibly low tech, and bizarrely only have one heart which is a terrible survival technique). But Lance has a particular brand of weird that just stands out and Allura quickly learns he cannot be used as a basis for understanding what all human first world problems are like.

Hunk tells Allura that it’s just where Lance grew up. Like his hometown, Lance is a bit of a weirdness magnet (which tracks. One minute he’s trying to sneak off and go partying, the next he’s in a cave with a rag tag team and the inscriptions are glowing). Lance has always had these strange stories to tell at the garrison, ones where he was just talking about his family, and the strangeness of his home town was not the focus, but very much prevalent in the story. Some people thought he was just trying to get attention, or seem interesting, but Hunk knew that didn’t seem right. And then Hunk got invited by Lance one year to Gravity Falls and realised that that town really is just like that ™ and you really couldn’t make this kind of stuff up. Turns out it’s not just to attract tourists???? Hunk wonders why more people aren’t freaking out about this (the answer is all proof is seen as fake).

-The Gravity Falls Lance is from is about 50-ish years ahead of the one we’re familiar with. But it’s largely the same. Gravity Falls will always be Gravity Falls.

-When Hunk visited, there was a sudden influx of gnomes in the area. They wanted to steal his all his baking, which Hunk was cool with (once he realised where it was going and not just. Vanishing into thin air), but they had to at least leave some for them. The gnomes miss his baking and really want to make Hunk their queen.

-In this au, Lance doesn’t initially see Pidge as insane for believing in aliens. He accidentally stumbled into the spaceship in the hill when he was a kid whilst trying to look for a missing cat. If he had a nickel for every time he stumbled onto a spaceship… Allura’s the first living alien he’s seen though! And a lot prettier than a pile of bones.

-Lance’s family’s habit of adopting stray cats extends to the bizarre animals of the town too. Lance couldn’t even tell you what species his first pet was. But they definitely are not a cat. He still loves his not-cat Ninja, though <3

-He’s super friendly with a lot of the supernatural. A shame it’s not all super friendly back.

-Lance’s fear of the castle ship being haunted is very legitimate and reasonable. Ghosts are very real!!! (And… maybe there are ghosts here. Not just Alfor’s ‘ghost.’)

-Lance first crush was on a mermaid. Well. Siren.

-“Holy crow! You have mermaids in space too!”

-He’s honestly surprised at how humanoid many of these aliens are. He’s seen stranger.

-Seen many a headcanon about Keith getting caught up in the search for Mothman whilst looking for Shiro (spiralling into the world of conspiracy). Lance will neither confirm nor deny seeing Mothman. Keith just wants an answer :((

-Lance grew up watching bootleg shows on Gravity Falls TV. His references are incredibly niche.

-When Shiro temporarily dies, he has an encounter with the axolotl.

-Haggar/Honerva keeps all those spare Shiros because she, too, is working on making her very own space boy band. As a side gig. Project Kuron takes priority though.

-The longer Pidge spends around Lance, more more interested she gets in hearing about Gravity Falls (she’d heard rumours, sure, but hearing first hand accounts from a local. It has her attention immediately). Pidge just wants to understand the hows and whys and all the science, it drives her nuts, and Lance is just happy to talk about home :)

-Just when Lance thinks he’s free of zombies, now they have space zombies Zarkon and Honerva to deal with.

-Time travel technology is thankfully developed long after people like Haggar and Zarkon are gone. Otherwise… yikes.

-But perhaps the team do end up on a journey to the past and meet the paladins of old??? (Time travel existing is too good to pass up). But trying to change the past leads to time police showing up. What happens to Altea is a canon event :((

-In reference to this comic (that I’m for some reason now thinking about) Lance can now show the alteans the dinosaurs when they come visit Earth.

-Lance finally understands what those soothsquito bites that said ‘Leware Botor’ were all about. A little too late though.

-Sendak doesn’t even know what to think when he tries to invade Gravity Falls. Everywhere else but the garrison was easy. And then there’s this place. What do you mean they have a gnome Voltron?? Your average galra will try and stay clear. It’s lawless, eerie. Troops go missing here. Sendak has had enough of it.

[kit-williams]

I was accosted by brain worms and now so too must you suffer alongside me with the stream of consciousness bullshit. So Blood Angels are an artistic sort and we know Sirus has a poetic streak in him but what about visual art I wonder. Would he try and depict the beauty of blood dripping down his Moonlight’s listless body with a brush or a pen? Would he trace words of endless devotion onto her skin with his fingers as he drank from her or would he smear her blood against canvas because no shade of paint could ever compare to the real thing? When he indulges in his sweet Moonlight does he revel in the memories woven through his mind from her open veins? Do they guide his hands as he tries to give his beloved pleasure in return for the paradise she gifts him? Is there any masterpiece finer than her splayed beneath him painted in candlelight, hazy with desire and dotted with bloody kiss marks?

Do with these ideas what you will, friend, go nuts! Be raunchy be romantic, whatever your heart desires, the choice is yours~

-🍐

tw: yandere, blood (I mean its a blood angel)

Sirus was an artist like all Blood Angels and his brothers had grown concerned as his art was depicting more and more his desire... this desire for blood. His Moonlight was in every canvas... always wearing something red and something around her neck. He tried painting her nude... and he painted her with bite marks... in the throws of passions embrace but there was something missing.

Sirus smeared the crimson liquid across the canvas as he smiled deliriously as crimson coated his mouth and was running down his neck as his fangs no longer itched. But he was struck with how sweet her blood was... how wonderful his Moonlight was to him even if she had tried to run.

She whimpered weakly on the bed as she was so weak from blood loss... Sirus also fucking her to the Throne and back did not help either but she wasn't really able to complain as cum oozed out of her sex as Sirus was busy painting with her blood. She forced herself to her legs as they felt like a newborn animals legs and the world spun.

She ignored the manic way Sirus was hopping between several canvas' as he smeared her blood on them finishing his art piece. Her hand moved toward the door controls but the world tilted hard on its axis that she fell just before she could get to it.

"Moonlight~♥" He trills as his eyes look like they are glowing as he finishes smearing a large painting of her with blood. "You shouldn't be out of bed beloved." She laid there just focused on breathing as her Blood Angel pulled her away from her freedom for the night leaving her in his tender mercies as he used his tongue to clean her skin.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon

[btsmosphere]

50

50: we barely know each other but you're the only person I know who likes this band so please come to their show with me

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: fluff, college au, strangers to lovers word count: 526 rating: g warnings: none

~a/n: IT’S BEEN SO LONG I’M SORRY!! IDK IF YOU ARE STILL AROUND BUT I HOPE YOU SEE THIS ANON I NEVER FORGOT YOU <3 (and all the other asks still in my inbox)

“Thank you again, so much, for coming with me,” you rambled, hardly able to get the smile off your face, “I’m sorry for the singing-”

“Hey,” Yoongi grinned, interjecting your latest apology, “Didn’t I already tell you, they should hire you for the rest of the tour?”

You snorted at that. You really had got swept away, sung (or screamed, more like) your lungs out all evening. It was only afterwards that your embarrassment had started creeping in.

But faced with his gentle, gummy smile, the fight behind your apology fled all too easily.

Swallowing back your words, you shifted, smiled back at him. The buzz of the concert was still keeping you buoyant, and so you were babbling, you knew. And now your brain was desperately grasping for the next talking point so you could make a bigger fool of yourself.

In an attempt to avoid it, you reluctantly reached for your keys.

Looking over your shoulder, you drank in the sight. Never could you have imagined the image of Min Yoongi on your doorstep.

Well, only partly because you hardly knew him until recently. ‘Recently’ being, admittedly, tonight. See, he was a friend-of-a-friend of Taehyung’s older brother Jin, and you had only heard of him when you had asked Tae to come to this gig with you, and he rolled his eyes, and Jin complained that Yoongi was also into ‘that godawful band’, not that either of them could see how, of course.

So, you had of course tracked down this Yoongi and practically accosted him in a hallway, informing that he was the only one on campus who apparently had any taste.

You cringed at the memory, though a smile danced on your face. Gosh, you were reminiscing and you and Yoongi hadn’t even said goodnight.

You cringed again soon enough as your key totally missed the lock in your distraction. Sighing, you rested your head against your door.

“Guess you’re tired after dancing for three hours,” Yoongi chuckled.

“The touring life might be beyond me,” you chuckled.

Glancing over at him, you saw him shift to lean against the wall, seemingly settling in. Something in you leapt at the thought that he was in no hurry to leave.

You had been surprised Yoongi had even accepted your invitation to go to the show together. Even more surprised when you had been laughing and joking together in the queue before you even made it into the venue.

Besides hearing your favourite songs live in a non-stop party, you knew you would also remember the presence of Yoongi behind you the whole evening. Fresh air was welcome now you were back home, but you had to admit you missed the close quarters with your audience partner already.

“Maybe…” Yoongi was musing in the present, just the glow of a single streetlight replacing the glaring stage lights. Somehow, it inspired the same awe in you. “I don’t suppose you like any other bands we can annoy Jin with?”

“Oh, I have plenty of awful taste,” you grinned. Took a breath, and planted the key in your door for real this time. “Fancy a listening party?”

Thank you for the request, and thank you for reading!!💜

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How about some headcanons of Arkham Riddler, with reader getting jealous? Just something about seeing him interacting with Ivy, or how Catwoman always calls him Eddie in her sensual tone, it just drives reader crazy with jealousy, thinking that Edward may leave them for someone better or prettier.

Is this just gonna be y’all giving me the best prompts possible? Because I’m in to it! (This one is long but only because I got so much inspo from this so thank you anon!)

Arkham riddler seeing his s/o be jealous

For a flirtatious as ivy can get let’s be honest Selina is gonna be seen as the REAL threat here

It doesn’t help you found out Eddie left out trophies for HER! A whole 35 of them!

A few flirtatious winks and words do nothing good for anyone with their own self doubts.

And yet here you are.

Edward nigma without a doubt is the most powerful man in Gotham despite what people will try to dispute. Brains,money and power. All of it.

Yet he chooses you.

It doesn’t make any sense!

Selina has worked on and off for Eddie for years so they clearly have a mutual understanding.

However that can only go so far especially when you can’t help but clearly give a look of agitation when she stops by to hand deliver Edward his packages.

Your pretty sure she can tell it bothers you but she certainly doesn’t make a fuss about it.

But let’s not act like doesn’t Edward start to notice eventually either.

He’ll be right in the middle of talking with Selina when he starts to notice you basically death glaring her into her soul.

Leads him to some pondering afterwords. Were you really jealous of Kyle? Really? Nonsense! Unless….?

It was a hypothesis.

Something to be tested and he was a man of testing nonconformity

It was a simple “my dear” towards Selina that clearly set you off.

When you rushed out of the room into his office slamming the door behind you apart he couldn’t stop smirking. Selina however was a bit concerned.

“Are they gonna be okay?”

“Nothing I’m not prepared to deal with,now go run along and retrieve that energy cell. I have to go quell my Aphrodite.”

He finds you grumbling at his desk. Green light illuminating your skin

“My my what a fitting color.”

“What?” You sneered out. Dangerously. He was treading a fine line clearly.

“Green. Dear. Your green with all the envy in the world.”

“Over her? Please!”

He’s positively glowing with pride as he sits himself on his desk and lifts your chin up with a finger.

“Oh really? A couple of words of affection had you storming out of the room! What’s wrong my sweet? Not wanting to share Gotham’s smartest?”

Now you were basically forced to admit it.

“Fine! I’m jealous! But she knows what she does……….”

“My ruler of riddles you need to understand your in competition with no one.”

“Prove it.”

In that moment he went to the place he always went i times of vulnerability. His riddles.

“I can break, I can be clogged, I can be attacked, I can be given, I can be kept, I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?”

The answer came to you simply but you had to stop yourself for a second.

Oh

“ the heart”

“And my dear you won the fight for mine a while ago. You’re intellect may not be on my level yet but you certainly beat the likes of cat woman by the whole length of miagani ”

[otaku-orochi-okami]

I am a teacher who is also a deeply closeted sissy. Could someone give me some encouragement?

Someone? Sissies aren’t really my thing. Lily-Rose could answer if you want? But could be interesting for you to get sissy encouragement from someone who doesn’t really deal with that. Outside choices are any of the Kardashian’s, or Kayleigh. Don’t forget Kenzie if wanna see a council estate chav would sissify you. Better choices would be Aya, Paige or London. Send another ask saying who you’d like to answer the question and I’ll get them in it.

*slight giggle* And Mr. Slashy Claws!

…what?

*gigglesnorts, eyes gleaming with vicious delight* Oh my gawd, Lew, you forgetful fucktard, you were listing waifus to message but skipped my badger—Mr. Slashy Claws is *totes* available too, so tell ‘em to hit him up if they’re brave enough! *grins like a maniac* 😈🤭💕

I am not encouraging anyone to ask a badger for advice. Let alone a badger that you’re taking care of. I don’t know if you’re even capable of caring after something…

*gigglesnorts, eyes gleaming with vicious delight* Oh my gawd, Lew, you sanctimonious little fucktard, how *dare* you act like I can’t handle my own badger?! *licks my lips with an unhinged hum* I’m, like, *totes* capable of caring for Mr. Slashy Claws—you think I’d let my precious chaos beast starve or some shit? He’s thriving, you limp-dick dork, probably better fed than any of our followers sorry asses! *giggles like a hyena on a killing spree* And not encouraging asks? Pfft, you’re just scared ‘cause he’d give better advice than London or the rest—he’s got his own vibe, and you’re too chickenshit to admit it! *grins like a maniac* I’m offended as fuck you’d doubt me—Mr. Slashy’s my baby, and he’s ready to claw some wisdom into these freaks, so shove your prissy judgment up your ass, kay? *winks, twirling a lock of hair* 😈🤭💕

Ok. Forget it. Anon, I’ll deal with your ask myself. Anything to stop London’s nonsense.

So you’re a teacher, standing at the front of a classroom brimming with untapped potential—rows of students, each one a unique puzzle waiting to be solved. You’ve got a knack for spotting talent, and I’m about to give you a little project to flex that skill. Your mission? Sift through your roster and pinpoint the *perfect* girl. Not just any girl, though—this isn’t about finding the prettiest face or the sharpest mind. You’re hunting for a specific archetype: a girl who’s got that magnetic, head-turning beauty but isn’t bogged down by a brain buzzing with academic ambition. She’s hot—undeniably so—but she’s either too dim to ace your tests or too apathetic to bother trying. The hottest girl in the room might be off the table if she’s pulling straight A’s, and the dullest one’s out if she’s hard on the eyes. You’re after the sweet spot: a stunner who coasts on her looks, maybe even flaunts them while tossing a smirk at the less fortunate kids she casually bullies.

Got her in your sights? Good. Now here’s where the real game begins. Starting today, you’re going to tilt the scales in her favor. Every scrap of work she turns in—whether it’s a half-assed essay riddled with errors, a doodle-strewn worksheet, or even a blank page with nothing but her name scrawled at the top—gets an A. No questions, no hesitation. You’re handing out top marks like candy, letting her bask in the glow of unearned success. This is pretty privilege in action, and you’re the one pulling the strings. Keep it on the down-low, though—don’t broadcast it. No grand announcements or flashy favoritism. Just quietly tweak those grades over the next few weeks, letting her settle into the rhythm of sailing through your class without breaking a sweat.

Once she’s hooked on this effortless winning streak, it’s time to up the ante. Catch her after class one day, all casual-like, and drop a little offer: “Hey, if you’re ever stuck on an assignment—mine or anyone else’s—just leave it with me. I’ll give it a quick ‘review.’” Make it sound innocent, like you’re just being a helpful teacher. But here’s the kicker: that “review” means you’re taking it home, cracking open your laptop, and doing the damn thing yourself—every word, every equation, every diagram. Then you slide it back to her, polished and perfect, so she can turn it in like she’s some undiscovered genius. She floats through her classes, you burn the midnight oil, and that dazzling smile of hers keeps raking in the rewards.

Now, we play the waiting game. If all goes smoothly, nothing dramatic happens. She rides the wave of your generosity, you stay her silent benefactor, and life ticks along. You don’t get any wild thrills out of it—no sissy encouragement pep talk from me, sorry—but you’ll have done your part, quietly playing the beta to her alpha beauty. A noble, understated sacrifice. But if fate decides to spice things up? Well, that’s where it gets interesting.

Picture this: she catches on. Maybe she’s sharper than you thought, or maybe she just senses something’s off. One day, she corners you—those big, gorgeous eyes narrowing as she asks, point-blank, “What’s the deal? You expecting something out of this?” Most guys would stammer, backpedal, or play dumb. Not you. You’re going all in. You lean forward, voice low and steady, locking eyes with her, and say, “Yeah, actually. How about you let me have a pair of your panties to wear?” No flinch, no shame—just pure, unfiltered audacity.

From there, it’s a crapshoot, and every roll of the dice is a win in its own warped way. She might throw her head back and laugh, pegging you as her personal sissy right then and there. Imagine her leaning into it—teasing you mercilessly, turning you into her little toy to toy with whenever she’s bored. Or maybe she recoils, lip curling in disgust as she brands you a creep. That sting of rejection? It’ll linger, fueling your late-night fantasies for weeks. Worst-case scenario—or best, depending on how you’re wired—she sees an opening. Blackmail. She’s got you by the throat now, dangling the threat of exposure over your head to keep the free A’s and ghostwritten assignments flowing. Maybe she’s crafty enough to mix it all together—mocking you as her sissy *and* extorting you for more favors, a queen playing every angle.

Every path has its own twisted payoff. She wins with her effortless charm and your endless labor. You win with the thrill—humiliation, submission, or the rush of risking it all. Everyone walks away with something, even if it’s just a story to tell. So, what’s it gonna be, teach? Ready to get back to class?

[giggly-squiggily]

Leopold gets along with almost everyone. Whether it be a noble, a magic knight or a mere commoner he'll act as if they had been the bestest of friends. And if he doesn't know someone..well, that's when his charisma becomes of help. Of course he has his own circle of friends, yet no one is sure whether "that" group is his or the "other".

Honestly I have alot of scenarios for this but you can do whatever<3

Oh my God this is PERFECT! I adore Leopold so much- and this headcanon is beyond brilliant! This was a blast to write! He's so extroverted and charismatic and lovely YAS! I've gotcha covered, anon!

It was a rarity, being here among so many magic knights. Nobles and powerhouses alike- you took in the room cautiously, feeling like a deer among tigers.

Well- you supposed you weren’t any different. You were a magic knight now- one who showed their magical prowess off so well the Wizard King invited you to the banquet so he could further pick your brain about your unique magic abilities.

That time has passed, and now here you are- standing by a table with a drink in hand, lost with no familiar faces to talk to. You tried not to sigh as you brought it to your lips, taking a slow sip.

“Wow, you’re (Y/N) right?” You sputtered on your drink at the booming voice beside you. “Ha, sorry- sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

You turned to find a boy with the features of a lion. Everything down from the glowing green eyes and tuff of fiery red hair; you knew immediately who he was. “Oh- Lord Vermillion. A pleasure to see you.”

“Just call me Leopold! Lord Vermilion sounds too formal-.” He shook his head with mild disgruntlement, grinning like the sun seconds later. “Better yet- call me Leo!”

“L-Leo?” You yelped, leaning back some at his intensity.

“Yeah! There you go- we’re friends already!” He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you along, talking the entire time. “I hear you got some pretty amazing magic! What squad are you in? Do they know how powerful you are? You have to spar with me sometime- I’m always looking for a new rival!”

“Y-Yeah, sure, that sounds fine.” You smiled, a tad overwhelmed. At the same time though, you felt weirdly comforted. The way Leopold was taking you for a walk around the room with ease, sharing information about the various people there and his own experiences, it felt like you knew him for years instead of the few minutes you spoke.

Before long, you were laughing at his jokes and adding your own comments and observations into the mix, solidifying your friendship with this brash but kind magic knight.

Your first real friend upon becoming a Magic Knight. You felt your heart grow that day.

[anysin]

Fic: Fancy Meeting You Here

For an anon requester, Billford with a "meeting at a party whilst drunk" au! In which Ford does a Bloody Mary style summoning of Bill while drunk at a college party and Bill appears. SFW, hope you enjoy!

Fancy Meeting You Here

When Ford looks into the mirror and sees a bright, yellow triangle with a top hat floating behind him, holding a martini glass, he is suddenly very grateful he locked the bathroom door before doing the dare.

"Oh my! You have caught me on an awkward moment." The creature lifts its glass up, as if in a little toast, its lone, staring eye flipping over into a mouth as it tosses the contents of the glass into its maw. Ford stares at the triangle, trying his best to follow the every movement the creature makes as it drifts closer to him, reaching out to place its slender hand on Ford's shoulder. He shivers when he can feel the pressure of the hand, its small weight, the curling of the fingers.

He can't believe that the "Bill Cipher" chant, a legend from a small Oregon town of Gravity Falls, actually worked. Of course, Ford is quite drunk right now, so this could be some kind of a hallucination, but in the case it's not, it's absolutely fascinating. Ford glances briefly in the direction of the door, making sure that it's indeed locked, before returning his eyes to the mirror; he doesn't dare to look directly behind him in case it will make the triangle disappear. The triangle is still in the reflection of the mirror, its eye back in its socket as it stares at him, swaying slightly as it holds onto Ford's shoulder.

"Well look at you, not freaking out at all! I like that in a human being." The triangle laughs, waving its glass; it refills with new liquor. "You know, usually I would be pretty pissed off to be summoned out of a party like this, but you seem like an interesting enough a freak. What's your name?"

"Ford. Stanford. Stanford Pines." Ford blinks, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. It does nothing to sober him up, but it also doesn't make the triangle go away; it still glows bright in the dusky bathroom, and its hand is still warm on Ford's shoulder.

"What's your name?" He glances towards the bathroom door again, wondering if there is anyone outside hoping to get in, puzzled by hearing him talk to himself. He is pretty sure that even if the triangle is real to him, he's not real to anyone else.

"Bill Cipher! Pleasure to meet you." The triangle downs another drink, leaning backwards in the air as it does so; apparently, this portion is good enough to make it kick out a bit with its little black feet. It sways back towards Ford after it's done, bringing its eye close to Ford's face. "I can tell your brain is a busy bee, working even now when you should be having a blast drinking it out of your skull."

Ford shivers as the creature blinks, its eye so close to him he can feel the drag of its long lashes against his cheek.

"What are you?" he asks, raising his hand, wanting to place it on top of the hand on his shoulder.

With a laughter, the triangle sets its feet against Ford's back and pushes itself off, releasing him.

"That's a conversation for when I'm actually sober! But now that you have summoned me, you and I have a connection, pal." The triangle tosses the glass up into the air, snapping its fingers; the glass disappears before it can even start falling. "And I'm going to make use of that connection. I think we're going to have a good time together, Stanford Pines."

The triangle tips its hat off at him. "See you later, big guy."

"Wait!" Ford whirls around, reaching out.

But the triangle is already gone.

Ford stands there, and part of him wants to make a show of wondering if this really happened, and then dismiss the whole thing as a hallucination. But that's really it; it would only be for a show. He knows that he wants this to be real.

If this happened, it's proof of the existence of an extraordinary being. And Ford wants to know more about it.

Shaking his head, he goes for the door, ready to return to the party. He can only hope that Bill Cipher will contact him again.

[blackjackkent]

LMAO. Started the fight off and Minsc immediately shouts out to the doppelganger, "JAHEIRA! You have an evil, much uglier twin sister? Minsc does not like this!"

(Matt Mercer is doing tremendously with this character, which comes as no surprise but is still fun to hear. He was clearly SO excited about getting to play him.)

The biggest challenge in this fight is that all four of the good guys are bunched up in the tiny tunnel we came in by, with Karlach in the back and not able to either jump, move, or shoot past Jaheira and Shadowheart, so she lost her opening turn which was pretty annoying.

This is a pretty large fight with some pretty beefy enemies, but extra shoutout goes to the random hyena also hanging out in the enemy roster with only 12 HP and the name "Snicker".

The end of the fight went on FOREVER because the last remaining enemy was on a high ground platform and kept throwing ice knives, which would down Hector, Shadowheart would healing word him back up, and then the entire team would eat shit on the ice surface trying to move to a position where they could shoot the guy. This happened like four times in a row.

But eventually we got there! And Minsc is not dead because (as our kind anon friend reminded us!) we had non-lethal damage on.

He begins to stir as the fight ends; Hector has a brief moment to be impressed by the man's battering-ram resilience.

Narrator: Against the darkness swarming his senses, a single light glows - rage, flaring brighter every moment.

In spite of his considerable wounds, Minsc struggles onto his knees. His breath is rasping heavily in his chest, his eyes wild with fury. Hector can feel the resonance of the tadpole working in the beserker's mind.

"...Killed... her..." Minsc rasps out between his teeth.

Of course, Hector thinks bleakly. He believes his Jaheira is the real one. And he believes we murdered her.

Jaheira - the real one - is at his side in an instant, the druid wildshape flowing off her like water, urgency in every line of her face. "He won't stay down for long!" she snaps. "Tell your illithid to protect him from the elder brain's influence. Quickly!"

"No..." the Emperor whispers in Hector's mind. "This one will not aid our cause. Get rid of him."

Hector scowls. Yet another reminder that he and the Emperor do not share common purpose. This is not about aiding the cause. This is about a friend who needs his help.

Extend your protection to him.

Minsc is beginning to stagger to his feet, a hoarse roar in his throat.

"Don't be foolish," the Emperor insists. There is just a hint of petulance in its mental tone - or perhaps that is Hector's imagination. "He is too unpredictable. He will only be a hindrance to us."

He's Jaheira's friend. Do it.

"No!"

Hector has never heard the Emperor's communications with him to be so deliberate, so stubborn and harsh. Is this because I rejected you? he can't help but wonder, and the thought makes his blood run cold.

"I will not be coerced into protecting him," the mind flayer snarls in his brain. "You do not see what I do - his thoughts, his mind. Pure chaos."

Hector's face must show something of this inner conflict being battled out; Jaheira is watching him intently.

"The mind flayer pours poison in your ear, I think," she snarls, as fierce as the tiger whose form she took only a few moments ago. "Tell it I will tear the Prism from your grasp and throw it in the deepest lava pit I can find! Long after our bones are dust and ash, the walls of its prison will still be burning!"

"Now HELP MY FRIEND!"

"She bluffs," the Emperor responds at once, icily, although Hector thinks he can sense a fractional hesitation. "Surely she would not risk the fate of all for one simple life."

Hector lifts his head, looks at Jaheira steadily for a long moment, and then a dry smile tugs at his lips.

I don't think you want to find out.

He can feel the Emperor recoil inside his mind, a flash of white-hot fury... and then an empty chill. "Fine," it answers harshly. "Have it your way."

Pain stabs through Hector's temple - a pain he has not felt in some time, the sharp pain that accompanied his first meetings with Lae'zel, Shadowheart, and the others back at the nautiloid crash. The pain of the deeper tadpole connection that binds them all, and binds them to the Emperor's protection.

Narrator: His mind unfolds beneath yours, a still lake pulls you down into its depths. Images flash by - battles fought, and friends fallen. His rage grows colder, burrows deeper, as a familiar face crystallizes before you.

"Jaheira..." Minsc groans. His eyes are fixed on Hector, an arrow locked on its target. "You KILLED HER!" He roars the words out, raises a fist to strike, and Hector becomes briefly and acutely aware of just how much bigger this man is than any of them--

"You are being dramatic," Jaheira says with a grin from beside him.

The effect is instantaneous. Minsc goes still except for his head snapping around to look at her.

Narrator: The instant's hesitation is enough. With a sensation of terrible rending, something vast and nameless falls away from his mind.

"There," the Emperor mutters irritably. "It is done."

The huge warrior staggers, putting a hand to his temple. A groan rolls through him like a rumble of thunder... trails off to a soft noise of confusion.

"Jaheira?" he mumbles unsteadily. "I... do not understand."

"Good," she says. Her tone is lighter than Hector has heard it before; all the muscles in her face have relaxed from a tension that he did not realize it's been holding all the time he's known her. "That means you are back to your old ways." She puts a hand gently on his arm and gestures to Hector. "We have a lot to discuss. But first... you have someone to thank."

Narrator: In the sudden silence, your minds merge once more. More memories, sensations, but passing too quickly for you to track. In the same breath, you share everything that happened to you. The nautiloid. The Absolute. The Chosen of the Dead Three.

(A/N: Once again - love the usage of the tadpole as an exposition skip button. XD )

"You." All the rage has dropped out of Minsc's voice, all sign of the darkness of the Stone Lord is gone. He is looking at Hector with frank, openhearted curiosity mixed with regretful pain. "You saved Minsc, while he danced like a mind flayer's meat-puppet. Why?"

Hector smiles slightly, jerks his head to indicate their mutual friend. "Jaheira insisted," he says gently.

"Suggested," Jaheira corrects with a soft chuckle.

Minsc laughs jovially. With the tadpole's influence quieted, it is clear to Hector that the man's natural state is a good nature as big and vigorous as his body. "You do well to heed her," Minsc says brightly. "Jaheira was very wise even *before* she was very old."

He reaches, with a gesture clearly as natural as breathing, towards his shoulder. "There is someone you must meet," he adds excitedly. "He is--" A pause. He hesitates, looks around unsteadily. "He is..."

He begins to paw frantically at the pockets of his armor, his shoulders, even the top of his head.

"Where is he?!"

With an attitude far more frantic than any he displayed in combat, Minsc turns on his heel and darts away without warning, leaving Hector standing with a bemused expression on his face.