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heytaewrites · 11 months ago

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Little Secret

Authors Note:

Inspired by this Tik tok of Dante Torres

My first official post on Tumblr (I got bullied with love to post this)

Warnings: mentions of former relationship, Smut, Oral (Fem receiving), P in V. I think that is it.

‘Why are you bringing me to the police station with you?” Rickki complained, “I could be at my apartment doing literally anything else.”

Shonte rolled her eyes, “You need to get out of the house. Jay is not going to be there, he’s out during surveillance with Hailey, he’s not slated to be back for a couple of hours.”

Rickki sighed as she tore her eyes from her phone and began looking outside, but she remained silent.

Fuck Jay

Shonte stopped at the red light grabbing her little sister’s hand, “Hey, I will forever die on the hill that Halstead didn’t deserve you, but Kevin is worried about you, and he asked me to bring you, he’s worried about his little sis-in-law.”

The break-up between Halstead and Rickki was difficult to say the least, and Kevin felt responsible for the cause of Rickki’s pain since he was the one to introduce them.

However, Rickki wasn’t one to put the blame on nobody else but her.

Nobody told her to fall for Jay and nobody told her to put up with his bi-polar ass attitude she decided to do that on her own.

However, once the arguments began to seep in and the breaking of the dishes started to commence, she decided to end things once and for all.

That decision was finalized eight months ago, and she has been avoiding the Chicago Police Department like the plague.

Until today.

“I know, Vanessa called me the other day because I missed family movie night. Kevin knows I don’t blame him for how things ended between Jay and I right? Kevin thought he was doing the right thing; nobody ever knows how a relationship will turn out in the end.” Rickki spoke, “I just needed to get my mind right and let myself know that the break-up was not my fault.”

Shonte nodded as she listened to her sister’s rationale, she was never a fan of Halstead even when he was with Rickki, she always felt Jay and Rickki were on two different spectrums.

That could just be the big sister in her talking, she never felt no man was good enough for her little sister.

The duo walked inside the police department as they took the stairs up to the Intelligence Unit, Rickki looked around at the desks aligned in the front with papers and folders scattered on every desk, the faded white board was barren, flipped to hide anything that was on the bulletin board on the back.

“Are we supposed to be up here? This feels illegal.” Rickki whispered towards Shonte.

“If they were working on something that was exposed, Trudy wouldn’t have sent us up.” Shonte spoke.

The pitter pat of feet came behind them as Shonte broke out into a huge grin.

Kevin scooped Shonte in his arms giving her kiss, “I missed you baby, how have you been?”

“Lonely.” Shonte spoke, feeling the warmth of her lover’s embrace, “You got a lot of making up to do tonight.”

Kevin’s teeth bit into his thick bottom lip as he arched an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

“Okay ew.” Rickki interjected, “The sexual tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife.” Rickki gagged.

Kevin smiled sheepishly, “My bad lil sis, I ain’t even see you there.”

Rickki laughed, “Of course you didn’t Kev. You and my sister were too busy eye-fucking each other. I just know next time I’m staying in the car.”

Kevin laughed as he pulled Rickki into a hug, “It’s good to see you, how have you been?” Kevin asked his voice hinted with concern.

“For the millionth time, I am okay Kev. I don’t blame you for what happened between Jay and I, I’m fine. I promise.”

Kevin studied her wearily, “If you say so, just gimmie the word and I’ll whoop his ass off the clock of course.”

Rickki laughed, “That won’t be needed Kev, trust he didn’t hurt me that bad.”

Voight’s loud raspy voice was distinctly heard from downstairs, signaling the group had just come back from the stake-out op.

“Ladies let me move ya’ll to the break room.” Kevin spoke wrapping his muscular arms around the ladies guiding them out of the office.

Rickki and Shonte sat in the breakroom where a pot of coffee was brewing, the smell of roasted coffee fragranced the room.

“If I knew we were going to be sitting in here like this I would’ve brought snacks.” Rickki complained, “They do not have nothing in here to eat.”

Shonte laughed at her sister as Rickki furrowed her eyebrows, “I am a starving woman, that shit is not funny.”

Shonte smiled, “You’re very dramatic. I know Kevin keeps a bag of snickers in his locker, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you take a few.”

Rickki’s frown deepened, “I cannot just wonder around the police department are you insane?”

Shonte rolled her eyes, “Girl live a little damn. You’re so damn precautious. Kev’s locker is literally by the staircase in the back. The locker room is empty, nobody will see you in there. Just a quick pop-in and out.”

Rickki pushed away from the table as she mumbled something under her breath as she exited the breakroom making a beeline for the staircase that takes her into the basement where the lockers are located.

Spotting Kevin’s name on the locker she began approaching it when she heard the creaking of another metal locker opening.

Her heart jumped, scooting to the middle aisle of the row of lockers, she let out a soft gasp.

The handsome stranger had his hand planted on either side of the locker with his head down as his back muscles flexed showcasing the cross tattoo that was inked on his back.

His back relaxed showing the full detail of the cross on his back and the other tattoo that lay perfectly on the back of his neck.

“Holy shit.” She cussed

She didn’t even know the name of the handsome stranger, yet she was ogling the man’s tattooed back.

The comment made the man look up and turn around, Rickki couldn’t help but stare at the man in front of her

Shit

The quiet man eyed her suspiciously as he took her in as well, “Can I help you?” he spoke softly, grabbing his white t-shirt out his locker and putting it on

“I-I’m sorry. I did not mean to look at you, I just came to get some snickers out of Kevin’s locker, and I got distracted by your, um art.”

The man’s lips quirked into a brief smirk as he crossed his arms across his chest, “You were looking at my art? You sure you weren’t checking me out?” The soft edge to his teasing tone made Rickki blush.

Busted.

“Okay. I was. That’s not a crime.” She spoke, “Unless you’re in a relationship then i-“

“I’m not.”

“Good.” Rickki spoke, “I mean just for the simple fact that you are single because this would have been really awkward.” Rickki rambled.

Dante’s eyes stared into her’s as if he was searching for something, her dilated pupils staring back at him.

Something inside of him was pulling him towards her and he couldn’t quite explain what it is. However, the longer Rickki stared at him the more intense that urge felt

“I’m Rickki.”

“I’m Dante. Dante Torres.” He introduced his accent slightly coming through like butter.

“Could I take you out for a drink, as an apology?” Rickki questioned.

“You know you aren’t the first woman to check me out right?” Dante questioned.

“I know that, but I’m probably one of the few who’s offered to take you out for drinks.” Rickki countered, “Feel free to say no, it’s not the first time I got rej-“

“Seven.” Dante cut her off, “I finish my shift at seven. Give me your phone.” Dante spoke.

Rickki unlocked her phone as she handed it to him.

Dante began typing his information in and he sent himself a text message to make sure he had her number.

Taking her phone back their fingers temporarily brushed against each other as a spark was ignited between the two.

Rickki cleared her throat attempting to play it off, “I would’ve texted you myself, you know?”

Dante gave her a soft smile, “I wasn’t too sure. Had to make sure I get my free drink.”

Rickki smiled warmly and wiggled her phone, “I’ll be sure to text you after you get off.”

Dante nodded at her, “I’m sure you will.”

Rickki sat at the bar as seven-thirty rolled around, she had texted Dante that they were meeting at Lucy’s. Dante approached the bar as he sat next to her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He apologized,

Rickki shook her head in understanding, “I already know how cop life is. Kevin tells me about the long hours of the job.”

Dante ordered his beer as Rickki and him sat in a comfortable silence.

“Why did you agree to come out with me for a drink?” Rickki questioned.

“I wouldn’t turn down a free beer.” Dante replied, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Rickki grinned and rolled her eyes, “Well, I thank you for coming out with me tonight. I appreciate it.”

Dante smiled slightly that she humored his poor taste of a joke, Rickki stared at her drink before glancing at Dante.

“I have a feeling you don’t go out much.”

This earned a chuckle out of Dante as he nodded, “I don’t, not much anyway, I sometimes go out with Adam and Kevin for beers here and there, but I mostly go home and spend time with my Ma.”

Rickki’s eyes were focused on Dante as she listened to him talk, his eyes seemed to brighten up at the mention of his mom which made her smile.

“Tell me about you and your ma.” Rickki inquired

Dante sipped his beer as he looked at Rickki, “You really want to hear me talk about my Ma?” Dante questioned.

Rickki nodded enthusiastically, “I do. You live with her?”

Dante nodded, “I do. I help take care of her. My ma is the most important woman to me, she helped shaped me into the man I am today. She’s one of the main reasons I became a cop. I wanted to do better by her and to better myself.”

Rickki’s eyes never wavered because it’s from Dante’s, completely opposite of how she was in the locker room, her attentiveness to him was calming and it relaxed Dante.

“I’m sure your Ma is very proud of you Dante. I know we just met but- “Rickki paused momentarily, “Don’t ever doubt that your mom isn’t proud of you, especially if you changed your life around for the better. “Rickki finished.

Dante was silent as he sipped his beer, Rickki didn’t even know him, and she was already showcasing genuine kindness to him.

“You don’t even know me.” Dante spoke as he looked over at her to his surprise Rickki was already looking at him.

“I mean... I want to. You’re tattooed, fit, and a man with a buzzcut. Not to mention fine as fuck.” Rickki spoke, “You’re the total package, but aside from that just how you spoke about your mom with such gentle kindness and bright eyes tells me you were raised right, and that in itself is the most attractive feature of all.”

Dante smiled at her, a genuine one.

“Oh, he smiles now. I think I’m making progress.” Rickki teased.

Dante chuckled as he felt his guard lower, he felt comfortable in her presence.

“You want to know more about my Ma?” Dante questioned.

Rickki nodded and smiled her eyes shining brightly, “Yes, whatever you’re comfortable sharing with me.”

Dante scooted his stool closer to Rickki’s leaning closer to her face, “Even if we’re here all night?”

Rickki smiled at him, “I got nothing but time pretty boy.”

Dante smiled at her as he sipped his beer.

The night becoming suddenly intimate between the two as Dante began recounting the memories of his childhood and how his mom preserved through all their hardships.

And the duo was there until the bar closed

Dante’s arm firmly wrapped around Rickki’s waist as Dante’s arm flexed against her, Rickki could smell his faint cologne, feeling flush against him, Dante was guiding her towards the local 24-hour diner.

Which was Dante’s treat because Rickki would not let him pay the tab for the drinks

Holding the door open for Rickki, as she detached herself from his grip had Dante itching to have her back in his grasp, but he relented as she walked through the door.

“You know you didn’t have to feed me.” Rickki spoke as they sat across from each other in a cozy nestled booth.

“I don’t like for you to pay when you’re out with me.” Dante responded, “I always pick up the tab.”

Rickki smiled as she rolled her eyes slightly, “But I invited you out remember?”

“My intention wasn’t to have you pay.” Dante spoke, “My mom would beat me if she found out I went out on a date and my date paid.”

Rickki cheesed as she ducked her head down into the menu, “Mmm.. Who said this was a date?”

Dante chuckled, “I did.”

“Oh, dominant, are we? I like that.” Rickki grinned at him.

The diner was relatively quiet, truckers mostly occupied the space, roasted coffee and the waft of sweet syrup filled the dinner.

Dante smiled as he studied Rickki, her eyes skimming the menu, “Do you know what you want?”

“I don’t, you should order for me.” Rickki spoke as she closed the menu.

Dante nodded as he got out from the booth, walking over to the counter he placed their order and returned promptly to his seat.

“So tell me about you, Rickki.”

Rickki drummed her fingers on the table, “I have a dog named Lyla. That girl is the light of my life.” Rickki spoke.

Tapping on her phone screen, she lifted up her phone and showed Dante an all white dog with deep blue eyes, Rickki had her arm snug around her as they smiled brightly into the camera

The photo made Dante smile, “She’s a beautiful lady.”

Rickki grinned, “She is. I traveled state lines for her two years ago. I’d do it all over again.”

Dante nodded as Rickki seemed hesitant to continue speaking, Dante instinctively reached across the table and grabbed her hand rubbing her knuckles lovingly.

“Keep talking, I love hearing you talk.”

Rickki looked taken aback as she curled her fingers, grasping Dante’s hand

Dante offered her a smile, “I’m serious.”

Rickki smiled as she tightened her grip on his hand

“Lyla has gotten me through some tough times in my life the past two years, I don’t know what I would do without her.” Rickki spoke

Dante nodded as he watched her, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Rickki nibbled her bottom lip, “Well I-“

“Two bacon cheeseburgers with the house special cream soda?” The waitress asked unknowingly cutting Rickki off

Rickki looked over at Dante as he nodded at the waitress, “Yeah, this is ours.”

The waitress smiled warmly as she sat food on the table, “You two enjoy your food.”

With a wink the waitress went back to servicing other tables

Rickki smiled looking at the food, “This looks amazing.”

Dante smiled, noting to himself to remind her to pick up where she left off.

Or so he thought he would.

Dante did not know how the hell he ended up in this situation, but he certainly was not complaining.

It started with the innocent small touches, hand caresses, and hip grabs throughout their conversations from the diner to the car, then creeped up to small kisses that escalated to full blown make out sessions in the elevator of her apartment building.

That now lead to Dante being in Rickki’s apartment in between her legs feasting on what she had to offer.

She was so sweet and so addicting, her moans had Dante on edge.

Fuck

Rickki’s hand was placed on the back of Dante’s neck as she moaned out, “Fuuck..”

Dante groaned as he momentarily pulled away from her paradise eager to go back inside.

“You taste so fucking good baby.” Dante rasped out; his eyes dark as he flicked his tongue against her clit which made Rickki shiver.

Sucking her clit back into his mouth made Rickki arch her back off the bed as broken sobs seeped from her lips.

“Dante I’m cumming!” Rickki exclaimed.

Dante looked up at her as he continued to ravish her, he wanted to watch her fall apart on his tongue.

Rickki cried out as her orgasm overcame her.

“So pretty...” Dante praised as he continued to lick and suck her through her orgasm.

“Baby..” She cried out, “It’s too much.”

Dante heard her plea as he decided to spare her for now, he began kissing up her stomach to her breast swirling his tongue around her brown nipple.

Rickki moaned out, she felt her body was on fire, everywhere Dante kissed or sucked on she felt that her body was on the brink of an orgasm.

This man was going to drive her insane

Kissing up from her breast, Dante hovered over Rickki’s face pecking her lips briefly, "You're so beautiful."

Rickki pulled Dante down and kissed him, feeling Dante’s erection rub up against her inner thigh, made her moan.

He felt so thick and heavy, the thought of him being inside of her made shivers go down her spine.

Dante’s dick twitched up against her thigh as Rickki sucked on his tongue earning a moan from Dante, and he parted their lips momentarily,

“Quiero ser tuyo..” (I want to be yours.) Dante rasped out his eyes staring into Rickki’s, “It mean-“

“Quiero que me hagas tuyo” (I want you to make me yours) Rickki responded, pecking his lips lightly.

Dante kissed her deeply as he spread her legs wide, pulling away from her momentarily he discarded his boxers, letting his dick spring free, erect, and dripping with precum.

Rickki looked at the thick muscle as she propped herself up on her elbows, “Shit..” Her eyes never swaying from in between Dante’s legs

Until he cupped her face making her look at him, his green eyes were darkened with lust but also with a hint of admiration

“You want me, Princess?” Dante questioned

Rickki nodded, “Yes, Dante please.”

Dante kissed Rickki once more as he gently pushed her on her back, lining up his dick between her slick folds, pushing inside of her the couple moaned in unison.

Rickki’s hands gripped the sheets as Dante’s hips began creating a slow pace, having a strong grip on the back of her thighs.

“Faster...” Rickki moaned out lowly.

Dante increased his speed as Rickki let out a loud moan earning a grin from the male, he watched as Rickki surrendered to the pleasure.

“Feels good mama?” Dante groaned out as he slammed into her.

Mmm-Fuck!” Rickki moaned out

Stilling his hips slowly, Rickki’s eyes popped opened looking at her lover

“Dante..” She whined out

His fingers teasing her clit, “I asked you a questioned Princess, I’d like an answer.”

Rickki’s mouth fell agape as Dante angled his hips stroking her sweet spot

“Answer me or I’m pulling out.” Dante demanded

“No!” She cried out, “It feels so good.”

Dante smiled as he leaned down and kissed her, “Good girl..”

Dante increased his pace once again as he began kissing her as he fucked her into the mattress. The pleasure was too much as Rickki’s muscle tightened around his dick

“Dante..” She moaned, “I-I..”

Dante pressed his lips against Rickki’s silencing her plea

“Just let it happen baby.” Dante mumbled into her lips, “Fall apart f’me.”

Rickki’s nails dug into his back as she felt his muscles tighten beneath her fingers tips as she cummed around his thick muscle

Fucking her through her orgasm as the kiss became sloppy, Dante’s hips stuttered as he felt his own orgasm approaching

“Fuck Dante, just like that..” She rasped out as tears filled her vision

“Fuuck..” Dante groaned out as he cummed inside of Rickki

Collapsing on top of Rickki, her hand rubbed the back of his neck as he peppered her chest and neck with kisses

The two cuddled in a comfortable silence as Dante looked up at her, “I want to see you again, take you out on a proper date.” Dante spoke

Rickki grinned at him, “I think we hit all the bases tonight, didn’t we?” she teased

Dante playfully rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

Rickki smiled at him, “I know, and I’d like to go out on another date with you.”

Dante smiled as he leaned up and kissed her once more, “But in the meantime..” he trailed off as his dick began twitching inside of her, “I think you need another round or two, just to make sure I convinced you good enough.”

Rickki let out a laugh as she kissed him, “I think so too..”

This was going to be Dante and Rickki’s little secret.

#x black reader #Chicago PD X Black reader #Dante Torres x Black Reader #Heytaewrites #OC X Dante Torres #feedback welcome

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nitronapalm · 6 months ago

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@coolrpblog asked:

7. 17. and 30. how is the life treating you? good i hope nhjbfvjhdnbv

7.) DNIs in rules

-{I have one DNI in my rules and for good reason. I do not want to deal with that shit again. You know who I mean, anyone who knows me well knows who I mean. They're no longer on Tumblr and I do not associate with them, ever. Dealt with their toxic bullshit for too damn long. Let's just say it was bad enough for THREE callout blogs to be on their ass and they STILL haven't done apologies owed. And the ones we got were half-assed.

And yeah I'm still salty over the whole shit but it doesn't affect me anywhere near as much as it did. Although if we're talking about other people.... some DNIs are just utterly fucking stupid, listing off everyone under the fucking sun to the point that they're just never gonna get interactions. I know some are jokes but..... yeah. Some are actually genuine. Some have a good reason for it because if it's a specific person then they either have beef or that person they have listed is a toxic as fuck individual.

Anyway. Moving on. (That became a whole ass rant, whoops.)

17.) Fanon Interpretations

-{The one thing that pisses me off above all else is the fact that some people are forever stuck on what shit Katsuki said in the first fucking chapter of the manga and absolutely refuse to read past any of that. People did it with Luke from Tales of the Abyss too, they just saw him being an utter fucking brat and didn't try to get past it to see if he had character development. It's why Netflix pissed me off so bad with the ATLA live action because they took away literally every scrap of character development any character even had in the original series. That was what made the original series so fucking GOOD, you got to be with the chars as they learned and grew as CHARACTERS.

Like. Yeah, it's hard to suffer through the beginning when character development is involved, but with anyone who sticks with it, it makes it sooooo worth it. So yeah, if you know a character has growth? Stick with it. It's hard, but holy shit is it worth the wait. Don't judge a character by how they are in the beginning, judge them when you've seen them grow and become who they were meant to be.

30.) Blocking

-{Oh lord is this feature not used enough. My policy is and has always been 'live and let live' -- if you don't like a person or a ship, block them. Get them off your dash and you won't have to worry about it anymore.

This day and age though? People are more likely to hop into an inbox just to send anon hate for some of the stupidest shit. I've seen people get anon hate just because they write questionable shit, and get fucking callouts just because they write really questionable shit. When I first came onto Tumblr, that was how things went, if you didn't like a thing a blog posted, you blocked them. You got them off your dash and that was it. Nowadays people are all too happy to just attack someone over it.

I'll probably get a lot of shit over this but blocking solves so much more shit than attacking someone does. You attack someone it just causes them stress and a shitload of drama that nobody needs and it's just troll fuckery. It's not worth it and had never been.

#;ooc #;outofnitroglycerin #-{As for the last bit? Yeah I've been doing good!#-{A lot better than when you-know-who was around - that's for damn sure #-{To the point I feel comfortable enough popping back on here more often #;tw: sensitive topics

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palettemagnolia · 7 years ago

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i like it, like it outta control

#indigo oc #WHOOPS THIS TOOK FOREVER AND TOOK FOREVER TO GET TUMBLR TO LET ME POST IT

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freddie-weaselbee · 4 years ago

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E1: The One Where It All Begins//F.W.

Series Summary: FRIENDS but with Harry Potter characters after Hogwarts graduation, trying to figure out their lives and relationships. Non Voldy AU. Begins around the end of FRIENDS season 4 with The Wedding (except this first one) and semi follows plots in season 5. Partially inspired by @lunalovecroft but follows different episodes and plots.

Pairing(s): Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader, Romione, Hinny, Georgelina

Warnings: Mentions of food/drink, suicide joke (very brief and light, nothing graphic), slight language, mentions of sex/strip clubs

Summary: It’s been 3 years since Y/N graduated from Hogwarts and moved into an apartment in Diagon Alley. Her life with her friends is simple and predictable, until a girl she hasn’t seen in years walks through the coffee shop door.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: My first fic posted to tumblr! Probably going to be a 5-10 part series I haven’t decided yet

Based on FRIENDS S1 E1

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“There’s nothing to tell! It’s just some guy I work with”

You waved your hands frantically at the people questioning you, trying not to spill your coffee on your new sweater and plaid skirt, apparently to no avail. You huffed as the latte sloshed over the edge and landed in a heap on your lap. The redhead sitting next to you, your roommate and closest friend Ginny, grabbed some napkins to help clean you up.

“C’mon,” spoke a voice, coming from the chair to the left to the couch upon which you were sitting. “You’re going out with a guy, there’s gotta be something wrong with him!”

“So does he have a hump, a hump and a hairpiece?” came another voice, this time from off to your right.

Rolling your eyes you replied to the almost identical voices coming from identical people. “Oh sod off you two, like you haven’t gone out with some whack jobs.”

Ginny laughed as her twin brothers, George and Fred respectively, mumbled and settled back in their seats. She helped clean up any coffee that spilled on the couch before realization dawned on her. “Wait, does he have a small penis?”

Three groans came out simultaneously from the group, ⅔ of which were from Ginny’s siblings.

“What? I just don’t want her to go through what I did with Dean, aww.” She looked off into the distance as if in a trance, remembering her time with the boy she dated back when you were all attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“You know you have a boyfriend, right?” Ginny smiled sheepishly at the words coming from her boyfriend, the infamous Harry Potter, known also as the boy who lived. If it wasn't for his mom sacrificing herself for him, Voldemort wouldn’t have died for good that Halloween night. Imagine if he was somehow brought back, what a series that would be.

“Ok, everybody relax,” you said, returning the conversation to your dating life. “I have no idea how big or small his dick is, Ginny.” You scoffed and her brothers gagged at their sister’s discussion of her and her ex’s sex life. “Besides, this isn’t even a date. It’s just two people going out to dinner and not having sex.”

Harry, the quietest one of your group, spoke up. “Sounds like a date to me.” You threw your dirty napkins at him and he ducked the toss, hiding his chuckle behind his coffee cup.

Ginny got up to order a cappuccino, her usual at the Diagon Alley coffee shop. After the twins started their joke shop, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and the rest of you graduated, you and Ginny decided to get a place together down the street from the popular business. Being the same year as Harry and one of Ginny’s other brothers, Ron, you stayed in touch with the boys after graduation and they eventually found an apartment right across the hall from yours. With the 6 of you--Ginny, Ron, Harry, Fred, George, and yourself--living so close to each other, you began to spend all of your free time together, usually ending up lounging around the coffee shop until the owner kicked you all out.

“Do you guys want to hear about a dream I had last night?” It was Fred who had spoken, the slightly older and slightly more attractive twin, in your humble opinion.

“If it’s another sex dream about Snape, Freddie…” The group howled with laughter and you threw a hand to your mouth, silently cursing yourself for giving up the secret your friend had told you months ago.

“You arsehole!” he yelled, not actually meaning it. He buried his face in his hands, trying to cover the deep red spreading through his cheeks.

You tried to hold back your laughter but it bubbled out as you apologized. “I’m so sorry Freddie, it just came out! Kind of like in your dream when--”

“Y/N!” He jumped out of his chair and launched himself onto you, covering your mouth with his hand. You were bent over, holding your stomach with laughter. Ginny returned looking extremely confused.

“What’s so funny?” Fred gave you a look, telling you that you were dead meat if you mentioned this to his sister. You shrugged at him and nodded. You would just tell her once you two got home anyways.

“Your darling brother here was just about to tell us about a dream he had.”

Ginny groaned loudly, plopping down in her usual spot on the couch. “Is this like the one about Snape--”

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?”

Oh. Maybe you had already told Ginny. Whoops.

After a few more rounds of laughter and jesting at the oldest of the friend group, Fred finally told his dream, consisting of nudity, a wand for a penis, and a very interesting Howler from his mother.

You were all in hysterics, Harry wiping tears from his eyes and Ginny switching spots with you to throw her legs over her boyfriend's lap. It was at that moment that the final member of your 6 person friend group, Ronald Weasley, Gryffindor’s King, moped into the café.

He trudged over to the couch and chairs that your group had practically claimed as your own. “Hi.”

“Wow,” said Ginny, “my brother says hi I wanna kill myself!” Harry slapped Ginny playfully on the shoulder as she moved and nuzzled into his chest.

You stood up to meet your oldest friend. During Hogwarts you and Ron were inseparable. You did everything together, usually along with Harry and another girl, who you hadn’t spoken to in years. You laid a hand on the sulking man’s shoulder. “You ok sweetie?” you asked.

Ron huffed and sat down on the couch. “I just feel like someone reached down my throat, grabbed my small intestine, pulled it out of my mouth and tied it around my neck.”

“Cookie?” The younger twin spoke up, trying to defuse the tension but only making it worse.

You sighed and realized you would have to explain the situation, even though almost everyone there was his family and should have known what was going on already.

“Padma moved away today.” Your words were met with a chorus of ‘ohs’ from the group. George leaned over to pat his brother’s shoulder and Fred stood up to buy him a coffee.

“I’ll be fine, alright really everybody,” Ron said. “I hope she’ll be very happy.”

“No you don’t,” said Harry.

“No I don’t, to hell with her she left me!”

Ginny almost let out a chuckle but figured right now was not the best time to tease her hurting brother. Unfortunately, her other siblings didn’t have the same idea.

Fred returned with the coffee and he and George spoke at the same time. “And you never knew she was a lesbian?”

Ron facepalmed and groaned into his hand. He was growing increasingly tired of you all making fun of him for his relationship with Padma. After their date to the Yule Ball they dated on and off for the rest of their time at Hogwarts. They stayed together after graduation, going out consistently for the last 3 years. Ron was even considering a proposal soon, but that was when Padma came out to the world and let Ron know she was moving to the country with her old “roommate.” Needless to say he didn’t take it well and your friend group never let him hear the end of it.

The youngest Weasley brother kicked George’s shin as he continued to laugh. “No, ok? Why does everyone keep fixating on that? She didn’t know, how should I know?

“Sometimes I wish I was a lesbian.”

You all turned to the end of the couch, where two voices spoke in unison. However, these weren’t the constantly in sync voices of the twins. Harry and Ginny had both spoken those words out loud and were now staring incredulously at each other.

“Harry--”

“Ginny--”

“Well mates, it looks like you two have got some things to work out, and I would appreciate it if that didn’t happen in front of your family.” Fred winked at the couple before turning back to Ron. “Alright Ron, look. You’re feeling a lot of pain right now.”

“You’re angry,” interrupted George.

“You’re hurting.”

The twins leaned in toward their little brother. “Can I tell you what the answer is?” George asked.

Ron nodded reluctantly and the twins sat back and nearly screamed their solution. “Strip joint!”

“You two are disgusting” you said, suddenly losing your appetite.

Fred wiggled his eyebrows at you. “You’re just saying that because you don’t get anything out of it! How about afterwards we go back to your place and I put on a little show for you?”

At that comment everyone took turns slapping Fred upside the head, you going back for seconds.

Ron was still sulking, not having even touched his coffee.

“C’mon, ickle Ronniekins!” George began. “You’re single, have some hormones!”

You met Ginny’s eyes and shared a similar annoyed look. It was difficult only having one other girl in a friend group of 4 boys. Sometimes you wished you had someone else to help balance the group out.

“See George I don’t want to be single, ok? I just, I just wanted to propose to her! To be married!”

The ringing of the bell above the coffee shop door grabbed your attention, and you almost spilled your coffee again. Walking into the building, wearing a full wedding dress, makeup and hair done and all, was your old friend. The one you hadn’t seen since you graduated 3 years ago. The one you hadn’t heard more than a peep from in forever.

“Hermione?”

Fred looked between his youngest brother and the mystery bride, complete confusion on his face. “And I just want a million galleons!” He stuck his hand out as if expecting the coins to fall from the sky. You pushed past him and made your way to your old friend.

The brunette turned at the sound of your voice and her face lit up. “Oh Godric, Y/N hi! I was just at your apartment and you weren’t there and then this guy with a big hammer, who probably should have a background check done on him I’ll write to your landlord about that, but he said that you might be here and you are, you are!”

You grabbed the hysterical girl and walked her over to your group. Hermione Granger, the girl who was usually so logical and under control, was going absolutely crazy.

“Ok umm,” you started. “Hermione, this is the gang. You remember everyone right? I mean there’s Harry and Ginny, she and I share an apartment right next door. Then Fred and George, we’ve been spending a lot of time together over the past few years. Oh, and obviously Ron, he’s sulking in the corner.”

Ron shot daggers at you as he stood up to give Hermione a hug, which ended up a disaster of a mess as he dropped a jelly donut on her white dress. The boy sat down as Hermione said hi to everyone, greeting Harry and Ginny with massive hugs.

“I didn’t know you hung out with the twins, I thought they always saw us as their little brother’s annoying friends. I guess I’ve missed a lot, huh?”

“Yeah, why do we hang out with them George?”

“Because it’s either that or have mum at our throats for not spending time with our siblings.”

“Ah, that’s right.”

Hermione scooted in between Ron and Ginny, sighing and staring at the coffee table in front of her, oblivious to the 6 pairs of eyes boring into the crazy woman before you. Having no spots left to sit you walked toward Fred who gestured to his lap with a sly look. You rolled your eyes at the boy and muttered a “you wish Weasley” before sitting on the arm of the chair, letting your ginger friend grab your hand and fidget with the rings on your fingers.

“So you wanna tell us now, or are we waiting for 4 wet bridesmaids?” Hermione looked at you apologetically before she spoke.

“Oh Godric, well. It started about a half hour before the wedding. I was in Bulgaria with Viktor’s cousins, all wonderful ladies by the way, and I was looking at his staff, y’know the big one he carries around that makes him so attractive?”

You and Ginny nodded, along with Ron who seemed to be daydreaming about the Quidditch star.

“Well, I’m looking at this staff, this rough rugged staff, and I realized...I realized that this staff has more intellect and substance than Viktor! And then I got really freaked out, and then it hit me. How much Viktor looks like Mr. Potato Head.”

You and George made eye contact across the room trying to communicate with your eyes whether or not you should all bolt and leave the crazy girl behind.

But she continued. “I mean, I always knew he looked familiar but, anyway, I just had to get out of there and I started wondering, why am I doing this and who am I doing this for? I thought I loved Viktor, and moving to Bulgaria helped me with foreign ministry practices, but I just, I wasn’t thinking. Or maybe I was thinking too much? I don’t know.”

Ginny rubbed her friend’s back and Hermione leaned into the touch. “So anyway,” she said, looking at you, “I just didn’t know where to go and I know that you and I have kinda drifted apart since Hogwarts but you were the only friend I knew who was living in Diagon Alley--albeit I didn’t know you were living with Ginny but it’s a great surprise to see you.”

You took a second to process everything that was happening, not even realizing your other friend had begun to soothingly rub your back. “Your only friend in Diagon Alley, who you haven’t written to in years and who wasn’t invited to the wedding?”

Hermione rubbed her temples in desperation and you knew you could never actually be mad at the brightest witch of her age. “I was, I was really hoping that wouldn’t come up. I’m so sorry about that, Y/N, and Harry, and Ron, and even you Ginny.”

“Wow, alright then,” the twins spoke in unison again.

Hermione scowled at them, her already bad mood being worsened by their jokes. “In my defense you two never really liked me in the first place.”

Fred was about to say something but you shushed him, fearing that more likely that not it would be something offensive to the scared girl.

You stood from your uncomfortable seat and lifted your friend up by her hands. “I was just thinking about how great it would be to have another girl around. And Ginny and I do have an extra room that we were going to rent out, but seeing as an opportunity has presented itself…”

The young witch’s face beamed with happiness as she threw her arms around you. “Thank you Y/N, thank you so much! I’m still working for the Ministry so I can pay rent, and I’m sure there are things I can do to fix up the apartment, the building looked a little, umm, under the weather when I went to find you, and I can get closer with you and Ginny, and obviously catch up with you boys, and--”

Hermione continued to ramble on, but you drowned her out as you felt a warm breath next to your ear. Fred had snuck up behind you and was bent over your shoulder, whispering softly.

“She’s going to be a real handful, isn’t she?”

You elbowed the boy and turned to look up at him, giving a knowing smile. “As if you aren’t. Besides, I have a feeling that having Hermione here is about to make our lives a lot more interesting.”

#fredweasey #fred #fredweasleyimagine #fredweasleyseries #fredweaseyfluff #hermionegranger #ronweasley #georgeweasley #harrypotter #ginnyweasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x reader #friends #fred x y/n #fred x reader #diagon alley #weasleys wizard wheezes #weasley

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disneydreamlights · 4 years ago

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Edge of Dawn

AO3 | FFN

Summary: Palpatine tells him the plan, Padmé tells him important news.

Anakin feels like he’s drowning in every commitment he has to keep.

[@anidalaweek for Day 5: Alternate Fandom. AU Inspired by Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

A/N: I don't wanna take up a ton of space in this for thank you's and acknowledgements but just would like to give thanks to Meltic, Ash, and Jenelle for being part of the creative process for this one shot. Meltic for basically coming up with the whole AU idea in the first place and Ash and Jenelle for listening to me talk about this and helping edit despite neither of you knowing a thing about SW.

This was posted on AO3 yesterday but because of how I format these posts unfortunately I didn't have the time to get it up on ffn and (as a result) tumblr until today, so whoops, kinda late submission.

“Anakin my boy, I’m delighted that you could take the time out of your schedule to come.” Anakin’s skin crawled as he greeted Palpatine with a hug. It was expected, given that Palpatine had been the one to adopt Anakin after his mother had died, making him the heir to the Empire, but despite that fact, it didn’t make him any more comfortable.

Not after Palptine had revealed his plans for Anakin at the end of the year, of Anakin’s true purpose at the Officer Academy, of the machinations of the Sith that had been building for over a millenia that Anakin would never have a say in whether he should fulfill. “It was the least I could do. How are affairs back home?”

“Things are going smoothly.” Palpatine’s smile was calm as ever, hiding the hidden meaning meant only for Anakin. “You’ve been doing your part?”

Anakin nodded. Despite his desire to be doing anything but, he’d been doing his part. Since the start of his final year Darth Vader, the mysterious Lord of the Sith, had been doing his “best” to incapacitate the other House Leaders. He, of course, wouldn’t do any lasting damage to them, but at least the illusion of playing along was enough to keep Palpatine at bay until he could figure out a way to tell anybody what was happening.

Palpatine’s grin grew wider. “I’m proud of you. Before long, the Sith will rise once more, the Jedi and all their useless preaching that cost your mother her life will be gone.”

“Are we sure we can’t recruit the other students?” Anakin asked, his mind going to Obi-Wan and Padmé. “We could–”

“Anakin, do you truly believe that you could sway the leaders of the Kingdom or the Alliance? They’ve been loyal to the Jedi Order for far too long. It has only ever been the Empire who has been willing to stand against them and their power.” The truth was, he knew he couldn’t. Obi-Wan was well on his way to being a Jedi, even if he was also the future king, and Padmé…

He couldn’t let himself think of her, not now. Not when he couldn’t imagine himself corrupting her light just so he wouldn’t lose her when Palpatine’s plans came to fruition. “You’re right. I’m sorry for stepping out of line.”

“Nonsense, they have been your peers for years. It’s only natural you would feel some... lingering attachment towards them.” There was a certain disdain to Palpatine’s words, implying that Anakin would one day no longer care about his friends in a way that made his blood run cold. “When the time comes, I am sure you will rise above them, and lead our armies to victory.” After a pause, Palpatine started heading towards the door. “I shall leave you to your studies. I’m due for a meeting with Master Yoda. You know it’s best not to keep him waiting.”

Anakin nodded, ignoring the fear he felt towards the Sith, and the relief that he was leaving. “Of course, your excellency. Is there anything I need to know for the mission?”

“I believe Darth Vader should be making an appearance soon. Alongside Darth Tyrannus, I believe he has something to do with the disappearance of Knight Billaba.” Palpatine put a hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “I assume you’ll know what to do when the rescue attempt begins.”

“Of course.” Anakin did his best to keep his voice steady. “I’ll be ready.”

“I’m proud of you Anakin. You’ve done well.I know I can leave this operation in your capable hands.” With that Palpatine left, and Anakin let out a sigh of relief. If nothing else, he knew the mission; he could plan how to help the others survive it when the chance came.

While he took a moment to gather his wits and calm down, a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned, surprised to see Padmé standing there with a worried expression on her face. “Ani?”

Just having her near him was enough for Anakin’s fears and worries to melt away, and a small smile formed on his face. “Angel, you have no idea how glad I am to see you.”

“Are you alright?” While she didn’t know a lot of what was going on (or anything, really) Padmé did know that Palpatine had been putting undue pressure on him, more than he could handle. She was his confidant, the love of his life, his everything.

He ignored the fact that if Palpatine had his way he would be betraying her sooner than not, choosing instead to pull her into his arms and bury his face in her hair. “I will be, it was just another request of his. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“I can’t help it if I do, you’re under so much stress lately.” She didn’t pull away, instead opting to bury herself into his chest. “You should tell him to let you have a break, the way he’s working you isn’t right.”

It wasn’t that simple. If it had just been about grades he might’ve gotten away with it, but as it stood that wouldn’t be the case. “I’ll talk to him next time he visits. Or maybe just refuse to see him.” And then he would send Dooku or some other Sith at the academy to get Anakin to do his dirty work.

Still, Padmé wouldn’t know that, and it seemed to alleviate her worries about his sanity for the time being. “You should. It’s our final year at the academy, you don’t need to have more on your plate than you already do.”

Anakin laughed, letting her go. “You’re right. We have all those missions and exams, and we’re figuring out how we’ll keep seeing each other while we’re off ruling opposite ends of the galaxy.”

Padmé placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “We’ll figure it out. Perhaps you can convince the emperor a marriage between the Alliance and the Empire will be beneficial.”

If he thought Padmé would abandon her morals and join him with the Sith he would suggest it without question, but he knew she would never. “Palpatine would never approve. But so long as we can stay together, that’s all that matters to me.”

She was all that mattered to him, but he hesitated, sensing an almost disappointment from Padmé. “What is it? I know a life of romance in the shadows wasn’t what we’d hoped for when our relationship began, but it’s all we’ve ever had.”

“What if I wanted something more from our relationship?” Padmé asked. There was a nervous edge to her voice as she started tracing various patterns in his hand, refusing to look up. “What would you do then?”

“I would do everything in my power to make sure that one day, you could have it.” He smiled. “Your happiness, above all else, is what matters to me.”

“Then…” She took a deep breath, stabilizing her nerves. “Then we may need to start figuring that out.”

Anakin stared at her, confused. “Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

“I’m late. I was worried, so I stopped by the healer’s wing, just to check.” Padmé gave a nervous smile, tentative, but full of hope. “Something wonderful has happened. Ani, I’m pregnant.”

He froze, trying to comprehend what she had said. Padmé was...but...was that possible? They’d taken their relationship farther since the new year had begun, Anakin had wanted to spend as much time with her as he could before he was forced to do something he would forever regret, but she...pregnant?

“Ani? Are you alright? Please, say something.” With his lack of response, Padmé’s nervousness had increased and it snapped Anakin into responding. He couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his face as he gave her a kiss, slow and full of all the love he could possibly send towards her and the baby.

“You’re...that’s...that’s wonderful.” He sent as much joy as possible her way. “I...I know it’s my fault we have to hide our relationship, but I’ll figure this out, I promise. By the time our baby is born, we won’t be hiding in the shadows anymore. We’ll be married. They’ll spend time with both of their parents. They’ll be happy.”

Padmé held his hand, wrapping her fingers in his. “You promise?”

Anakin nodded. “Of course. I want this more than anything. No matter what happens, I’ll keep you safe. You and the baby.”

He knew he could figure this out, and as he and Padmé left the small classroom, he thought over everything. His duties to the Sith, his part to play as the leader of the Black Convors, and his love for Padmé.

The baby on the way just hastened the time limit, but he could figure this out.

He had to.

#Star Wars #Anakin Skywalker #Anakin #Padme Amidala #Padme #Palpatine #Anidala #Heather Writes

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crystalirises · 4 years ago

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Foxgloves

Whoops my hand slipped.

I am here today with another angst fic. So, this is a sort-of Ghostbur POV of my ‘Clouds’ and ‘Clouds V.2.’ fic. I do recommend reading those two before this one for actual context.

Anyway, hope you guys like this and just like the other fics, same trigger warnings apply.

As for Ao3 link, I won’t add it cause Tumblr deletes my posts if I add external links. (I don’t get it either)

TW: Poisoning and Major Character Death

Ghostbur paced along his desolate abode, traces of teardrops scarring the smooth stone floor. His mind was a haze of fog, his son’s word echoing neverendingly in his ears. Oh… his sweet boy… his little champion…

A book was clutched in his hands, the paper wrinkling beneath his harsh touch. His dead heart ached within his chest, a waterfall of blood pouring from the fatal wound that took him away from this wretched world. He shivered, colder than he usually was. The sewers were silent… lonely… it was driving him mad.

With a bitter cry, he threw the book into the roaring fireplace, collapsing upon the floor in a terrible anguish. His soot-covered fingers clawed at his hair, tugging at the strands until he felt some semblance of pain… but ghosts didn’t feel pain. His sobs tore through the room, unheard by any man or woman for night had settled upon New L’Manburg. If anyone were to awaken, they might just hear his haunting wails. His arms wrapped around himself, a pitiful try at self-comfort as the day’s memory repeated in his head.

He trailed after Tubbo, the young president inspecting the land they had begun to build upon. Ghostbur happily followed after him, adding his occasional suggestion each time Tubbo asked for his own input.

“Well, I think that’s all on the agenda for today.” Tubbo paused, reaching to scour through his inventory for a material Ghostbur could care less to remember. He watched as Tubbo froze in place, a startled look on his face as he brought out an enchanted netherite shovel. “Oh. Oh no. Fundy was looking for his stuff last night… I didn’t know I had them on me. Please excuse me, Ghostbur, I have to return these to him.”

His attention rose at the mention of Fundy. Fundy had been avoiding his presence ever since he came back… he didn’t understand why and he didn’t want to. The seed of an idea was planted in his mind, this was an opportunity to speak to Fundy! “Y-you know, I wouldn’t mind returning them for you.”

“Really? Thanks, Ghostbur!” Tubbo had dumped a variety of objects in Ghostbur’s arms, the strangely named tools making him chuckle as he tucked them into his inventory. He gave Tubbo a small farewall before heading off to find Fundy. This was perfect! This was his chance to be a good dad! To do good dad things! Then… Then maybe Fundy would look him in the eyes… wouldn’t run off in the opposite direction the moment he came into view… This would fix whatever grievance he had done when he was alive… right?

As he scoured through New L’Manburg for Fundy, he had stumbled upon Eret’s museum. Eret. Ghostbur shivered, a haunting memory of screams and explosions resonating in his head. He shook the thought away… and just like that, he’d forgotten what it was that had scared him so. He perused through the unfinished structure, remnants of a past he barely recognized displayed in all their beautiful glory.

Bad images came to mind and he quickly exited the area. He didn’t want to remember. He took another stroll through New L’Manburg, his eyes scanning for a tell-tale sign of Fundy’s whereabouts. As he stepped onto the wooden pathway, the trace of a fox’s tail caught his attention. He turned to see Fundy at the center of town, scrambling between the empty space as if in search for something… And Ghostbur had what Fundy was looking for! His heart soared. Oh, Fundy would be so happy to see him! “Fundy! Hi! Hi!”

A pair of gold-flecked brown eyes snapped towards him, irritation flashing in their gaze as Ghostbur floated towards Fundy. Ghostbur couldn’t help but worry, dark circles had wormed their way beneath Fundy’s eyes, as if he hadn’t been sleeping for a long time. Well… Ghostbur was sure if Fundy needed it, he could concoct a sleeping potion of sorts. But anyway… “Fundy! I have your stuff! Here, these are yours, right?”

“Y-yeah, actually. Thanks, Wil.” Fundy winced, taking his stuff from Ghostbur. His face reddened as an excited wheeze tore through his throat as Ghostbur handed him his schlong. “Oh… my bow is missing.”

Ghostbur looked at the bow in his inventory. “Uh, sorry. I don’t have it.”

He didn’t understand why he’d lied, but Fundy could make a new bow, couldn’t he? Ghostbur hardly had anything of Fundy’s that he could hold onto… surely an old bow wouldn’t be missed, right? Yeah.

“Thanks, Wil. I really… I really appreciate this.” Ghostbur held his breath as Fundy gave him a small smile, hesitant as it may be. Fundy smiled at him! He did something good, didn’t he? Fundy turned to leave but… but Ghostbur didn’t want him to leave. They just started talking again! He trailed after Fundy, the hint of a question dancing on his tongue. Fundy’s sharp glare turned to him. All previous gratitude gone. “What?”

“I did a… I did a good dad thing, didn’t I, Fundy?” He held his hands together, the heated scrutiny of Fundy’s gaze piercing through his ghostly form. Fundy’s shoulders shook in fury or in another emotion, Ghostbur couldn’t quite tell. Then Fundy looked away, a look of pity in his eyes as he spoke the next few words.

“I’m getting adopted, Wilbur.” The world turned deathly still, a tenseness in the air as Ghostbur’s felt the ground beneath his feet collapse. Fundy scurried a little bit away from him, clutching the sleeves of his jacket Ghostbur had made him that jacket as he looked everywhere but at him. “Eret came up to me yesterday with an offer. He’s offered to adopt me since you’re… We’re just waiting for Phil to sign.”

“Eret… We don’t like Eret… I-it’s in the song, Fundy.”

Fundy tries to explain, but Ghostbur couldn’t hear his words, static crackled in his ears as he turned and ran off. He couldn’t look at Fundy. He couldn’t bear it… He… He… He knows he had a talk with Phil after that, holding back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. Then he wandered away from New L’Manburg, stumbling upon a familiar yet nightmarish lived-in ravine. He looks at the myriad of buttons on the walls, a conclusion forming in his mind. Fundy needed a dad… and Ghostbur wanted his son.

He floats up from the ground, he’d made up his mind.

He couldn’t let Eret take his son. He couldn’t let some traitor steal his son from him. He heads over to the materials he had gathered as soon as he had left that ravine. He had everything he needed. Niki had even helped him gather some of the berries, that was kind of her to do! He just had to put them all together.

His son would understand. He’d understand.

Ghostbur just wanted to protect his son.

‘This is for my son.’ He thinks, the foxglove held tightly in his hand. ‘He needs me. I’ll protect him.’

Ghostbur watched in the distance.

His son was pacing in front of Eret’s castle, his ears and tail frantic with nervous energy. The ghost hoped he wasn’t the cause for his son’s distress. He’d hate for his son to be suffering because of him.

The picnic basket weighed heavy in his hands, guilt gnawing at his undead insides as he recalled the sweet smile his son had when he heard the happy and joyful news. He could still turn around, run home and cook something of actual worth. Tears pricked at his eyes. How could he go through with this? Could he go through with this?

“With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret…” The soft tune seemingly echoed within the breeze, though he knew himself to be alone. No. Ghostbur had to do this. Eret… Eret was a bad person. It’s in the song for fuck’s sake. He couldn’t let his son be adopted by some-some person who had done something against their nation. Eret was a traitor. They didn’t deserve to be anywhere near his son. He remembers trailing after Phil earlier on in the day, invisible to all gazes as he slipped within the castle right after his father.

He floated along the halls, surveying every detail that could cause harm upon his son. Why did this castle have towers? His son could fall from one dammit. He took note of the staircases, the crystalline chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, and the thick red carpet that suffocated the floor beneath their feet.

His son could trip on these carpets.

The staircases are too high, what if his son tripped on the way down?

What if a chandelier fell and crushed his son?

Why are there so many candelabras? His son could burn himself!

Wha― Were those actual flamingos?

Those paintings looked as if they were staring at him… what if they dragged his son into the paintings?!

Why does that bed have a roof? What if it falls on his son? What then, huh?!

The windows were easily opened… and with such a high drop…!

That servant looked at his son a little bit too suspiciously…

The castle was stifling hot, how could his son even breath in here?

Eret wasn’t even a real king.

Ghostbur was sure Phil would tell Eret ‘no’, that the castle was too dangerous. He stayed out of the room as the two of them signed the papers, choosing to watch over his son in the meantime.

He wished he could pull his son into his arms and run. Run far away from there, perhaps even far away from New L’Manburg. It’d be just the two of them, almost as if nothing had ever happened. They’d be family again… though without Sally… No. No. Sally would forever live within their hearts.

When he saw Phil and Eret leave the room, warm smiles upon their faces, his poor undead heart shattered into pieces. Phil patted Eret on the back, a congratulations leaving his tongue as he left the new parent-son duo with each other. His son had all but thrown himself into Eret’s open arms, a laugh bubbling from his throat as Eret spun him around. Ghostbur knows he should be happy, content that his son had found joy despite the despair-filled days of before. Yet… as he listens to Eret call his son as his… all he sees is red. Fundy was his son.

And if he can’t have Fundy, then no one…

No one can have Fundy.

Ghostbur snapped out from the vision, purpose filling his metaphorical veins as he floated towards his son. His son looked up at him, a curious look on his face as he looks at the picnic basket in Ghostbur’s hands. Ghostbur forced a smile on his face. He just needed to get his son away from here. Then they’ll be together again, this time without all that emotional baggage that Ghostbur didn’t want them to have.

They’d be happy. His son wouldn’t have to worry about being abandoned anymore… and Ghostbur wouldn’t have to watch as his son is torn away from his side by some traitor. He leads them toward a far-off river, the same river they used to visit before the war… before Sally died… His son looks bored, not that Ghostbur minded. After their picnic, why… his son wouldn’t look at him like that ever again. He could barely contain his excitement, topics filtering through his mind as he tries to start a conversation.

They reach the river bank…

His son snaps out of his own reverie at the sound of Ghostbur’s voice, much to his joy. He lets his son peek inside the basket, lets him take out the… unappetizing salad. Ghostbur watches as his son finally takes a bite, doesn’t miss the way his son blanches at the bitter taste… but his son continues on eating.

Ghostbur lets out a sigh of relief, he no longer had anything to fear. His son will be with him soon enough.

He lets his controlled fury direct the conversation, mentioning the traitor’s name to see how his son would react. He can’t say that he isn’t disappointed and regretful when his son’s own anger rises to defend his new… parent. He can’t say he doesn’t feel a twinge of pain when his son collapses from the poison.

His arms curl around his weeping son, reassuring words flowing from his mouth as he tries to console his dying son. He listens to his son’s shallow breathing, listens as they stutter out into silence. He presses his head against his son’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his son’s heart as it begins to slow down. He holds his son tight against his form, guilt drowning the momentary triumph he had felt a few seconds ago.

“I’m sorry.”

There’s a song on the tip of his tongue, a familiar tune that he once sang as a sweet lullaby.

The clouds begin to fade into a kaleidoscope of color as the sun disappears in the distance.

His mind is foggy.

He doesn’t remember why he is near a river.

He doesn’t remember a single memory of the day.

He doesn’t understand why Fundy is lying so peacefully on the ground.

He doesn’t understand why there’s the remains of a rotting salad in the grass.

He continues to sing.

He doesn’t want to remember.

He doesn’t want to understand.

“D-dad?”

He turns around.

A ghostly visage of his son looks up at him, curious and oh so innocent.

A satisfied grin worms its way through his lips. He doesn’t know why he’s so happy.

“Hello, son.”

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I wake up everyday... and choose to write angst.

Anyway, hope you guys liked this! I was bored today so I wanted to write some fanfic.

#fundy #wilbur soot #mcyt #here comes the angst do do do do #I should never be given free time lol

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iamwhoiamtmblr · 4 years ago

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Title: Remember who you are.

Story Rating: Chapter 19 - 18+ Only 2 chapters left!!

Warnings: Intercourse, Oral Sex (female), Romance, Fluff

Relationships: Nomad Steve Rogers x Female Reader or Steve Rogers x Female Reader (Depends on your definition of him)

Master List - Link to Other Chapters

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Steve boarded the Quinjet, shut the doors and started the engines. He sat back and sighed. It frightened him that you were out there alone and scared. He knew his enemies out there and he blames everything on himself.

He clutches a necklace around his neck. He remembers the last time you were together at the cabin before you were kidnapped. Steve begins to fly the jet, punching in the coordinates; he starts off to the cabin. Will he get there in time?

(Flashback)

You and Steve are driving up the cabin. Steve didn’t say a word. He was quiet, more quiet than usual. You knew something was on his mind but you are to nervous to ask. It’s been now 6 months you two were together. Everything seems to be going so fast. It made you nervous about falling in love with him. It scared you to be honest; falling for someone so fast and so much.

Steve changed your life. He made sure you felt loved, safe and protected. He made sure you were a part of his life in every aspect. When you were living in your apartment, you always met him at the door when returned from his missions. His smile told you he missed you. He would crush you against his body and wouldn’t let you go, 99% of the time you both ended up in bed moments after.

Steve reaches for your hand and holds it for the duration of the drive. Once at the cabin, you decided to stretch your legs. Steve told you that he would get everything cleaned up and unpack. You wandered off for a while. Something inside told you that something didn’t seem right. Your mind kept telling you that Steve was hiding something. After the long walk, you return to the cabin. Opening up the door, you are greeting with candle light. Steve has set out purple roses on the floor for you to follow to the fireplace.

Steve is sitting in front of the fireplace, staring at the flames. “What is all this?” You are surprised. Steve stands up and embraces you; kissing you on the top of your head. “I need you” he whispers in your hair. You look up at his face. His eyes are full of love. He tips your chin and kisses your softly. “I need you, I want you.” (Steve) You smile at him. “I need you, I want you, Forever….” (Steve)

He gets down on one knee, brings a small box from his pocket. You gasp, you weren’t expecting this. “I’ve loved you since the day we met. Spending all this time with you has made me complete. My life would be empty without you! I love you, I need you, I want you with me always & forever.” You start to cry. “Please Y/N, will you be my lover, my best friend, the mother of my children and most important of all, my wife?” You are stunned, you’re trying to speak but nothing will come out of your mouth. Although you’re scared, you finally get the courage to say “Yes.” Steve smiles at you and picks you up in his arms and twirls you around. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world. You’re mine!” Steve kisses you passionately. He slips the ring on your finger, but it falls right off, too big. You giggle, “Whoops.” Steve sighs, “I’ll have it resized for you.”

“Come here.” (Steve) Steve pulls you into a passionate embrace again. He kisses you with abandon, love and tenderness. His hands are all over you. He holds you as tightly as he can. He scoops you up in his arms and he brings you over to the fireplace. He gently lays you down on the blankets and pillow on the floor. Slowly he caresses your face. He tenderly kisses away the tears, down your neck and you feel his hot breath on your skin.

The look on his face tells you what he wants. He wants you now! You nod with tears in your eyes. You never expected to fall in love with him let alone marry him. He sits up and reaches for your jeans; he pulls them off. He removes the rest of your clothing with eagerness. He lifts your sweater up over your head and easily discards your bra. He sits in awe of you, taking in every part of you.

You sit up and reach for his shirt. He quickly pulls it off and stands up and discards the rest of his clothing himself. He positions himself on top of you, looking deeply into your eyes. He places slow kisses on your cheeks and neck. His hands are slowly caressing you; it’s almost as if he wants it burned into his memory. To never forget what this night means to him; to both of you. This night he wanted to show you how much he loves you. He proposed and you accepted. You belong to him.

He hovers above you, kissing and sucking on your breasts. His tender touch made you moan. He places a trail of kisses down your stomach. He opens your legs and begins to lightly kiss your clit. He starts to suck and nip at it, the sensation making you squirm. You grab his head and hung as if you didn’t want to lose him. Three fingers are placed into your vagina; slowly pumping in it. He hits that spot where he knows waves of pleasure will rock your body. Steve holds you down by your hips. Licking and fingering become faster; you lay your head back and groan softly. The pleasure Steve was giving you excited him. His cock is already rock hard. He knew the moment he entered you, he would cum. He took his time with you, ensuring that you would have an orgasm first. When your orgasm hit, it hit you hard and you scream his name. “STEVE!”

He smiles; he makes his way back up your body. You’re already out of breath. He begins to kiss you firmly. He can’t wait any longer, he wants your now. You reach down and gently caress him. He closes his eyes and moans deeply. “Touch me.”

You look at it with awe. He was going to fill you up; you smiled at the thought of him getting you pregnant. His seed was going to give you a child (or two) you hope. You have the house, now the ring. It wouldn’t be long before he starts discussing babies. He has everything he wants!

Steve is lost in the ecstasy. His eyes are now closed, moaning as you play with him. “I want you!”

You nod your head. He lines himself up against you. Just the slightest touch makes you moan. He slowly enters you, you gasp. He waits and stops for a few seconds. “I’m yours.” You say softly. These were the words he wanted to hear!

He wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the floor. He begins to thrust inside you slowly. Each thrust became more eager, wanting you more and more. Faster and harder they came. His kisses didn’t stop, he teased your mouth with his tongue the same as he was thrusting inside you. You wrap your arms around him and hang on. You sigh inside his neck. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him inside as far as you could. You open your eyes and look at Steve. He stops and rolls you over, now you’re on top. He reaches up and holds onto your breasts.

“Baby-girl, please, make love to me.” You begin to ride him. He moans loudly. He sits up and wraps his arms around you, holding on tight. You pull him into your breasts; he kissed them softly. You feel that he’s meeting your thrusts, faster and harder. He lays back down again, pulling you with him. Your hands are on his chest keeping you above him. His hands are all over you as you continue to ride him. You rub your hands all over his chest, gently kissing his nipples. You make your way back up on him and kiss him feverishly. Steve is moaning even louder.

You sit back up; you feel your orgasm swelling inside you. “Open your eyes” (Steve) You pause to open them. He holds your head in his hands. “I love you Y/N” “I love you Steve.” He starts to thrust hard and fast at that very moment, seconds later you both cum, vibrating your bodies. The warmth inside you makes you smile.

You and Steve collapse on the blankets. He holds you tightly against him, he’s still inside you. He doesn’t want to move at this moment. He continually kisses the top of your head. You can still feel small bursts of his seed going inside you.

He tenderly rolls you onto your back. Steve withdrawing from you and standing up, you feel the cold air. He picks you up off of the floor and carries you to bed. He tucks you under the covers and blows out the candles. Part of you now knows now why to stay at the cabin forever. Everything that was special that happened in your relationship with Steve happened here. You wish you could stay here forever; that you didn’t have to back to real life. Steve joins you in the bed, spooning you, kissing you on the back of your neck, your shoulder and your cheek before you fall asleep with a smile on your face. Steve was never as happy as he is right now. You’re his!

SHIELD, the missions, the world, everything was forgotten; it was just the two of you.

The next day you both returned home early. Steve had gotten a call about a mission that he was needed for, cutting your trip short. Duty calls. You had just gotten the keys to the new house and was informed your 3 week vacation was approved. When he asked you about buying the house, it did scare you but you admit you were excited. He left you with the keys and turned to say good-bye. He tells you he loves you and he’ll miss you. He crushes you in his arms and kisses you passionately. He turns and leaves to go on the 3 week mission. He wasn’t even gone in his car yet and you already miss him. You make yourself turn away and go back into the house. You wanted to make this your home, your home with Steve.

Steve was gone on missions before but this time it was different, he was in deep cover. There would be no way to contact him. He was disappointed he didn’t even get to sleep a night in the house with you before he left. He sat in his car and watched you go back inside the house. He thought to himself that he was a lucky son-of-a-bitch! He now has everything he wants. He smiles.

This was the last time he saw you before you were kidnapped.

(Back to reality)

The alarm from the computer on the Quinjet shows he’ll be at the cabin shortly. He puts the necklace with your engagement ring back inside his suit.

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anythingyoucanimagine · 4 years ago

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I just realized I never gave Amalia a proper introduction here whOOPS

*ahem*

Queen Amalia

Her full title, Queen Amalia of House Valenwood

Rules over a country surprisingly well, although diplomatic interactions with her country are often deadly.

It does not take much to get her to stab someone.

Her past

Her mother was kind, and cared about her a lot. She taught the young Amalia to read, and write, weave flower crowns, and sew... things a young girl in her country would often learn.

Her father, however, was... well, a king. He didn't care much for Amalia herself, his way of 'bonding' was teaching her to kill. He wanted a son, so he always resented both her and her mother a bit for it. Especially since the woman never birthed another child.

Although that may have been related to the fact that she couldn't handle his BS anymore, and simply vanished one night. Left Amalia a rose from her garden, but no other signs.

Her father took that as a bad sign. He treated Amalia worse after that, especially while searching for the former queen.

When he finally found Amalia's mother, he brought Amalia herself. Made her watch, as he cut the woman down where she stood.

Amalia changed quite a bit that day. Her father had called her mother a coward for fleeing from the castle, from their country- from their home.

She remembered that.

Years later, the king himself fled due to many attempts on his life, he was not so comfortable with the idea of himself dying. Left a newly crowned 18 year old in charge, dealing with a near-revolt.

It helped that she promised to come back with whatever supplies the cowardly king had stored away and give it to the general populace, along with his head on a pike.

She didn't really care about things, anyways. She liked swords, and flowers. She also quite enjoyed sweets, a fact that those who want to have a higher chance of survival around her learn very quickly.

When she found her father, he begged her not to kill him, to just let him live away from where she would be bothered by him. It was the first and last time she had ever heard him beg.

She laughed.

"But it's like you said~ Cowards and traitors have no right to live. It's what you said yourself, father! And if you didn't mean that..."

For the first time, her expression was serious. "... then I'd still have to kill you. I don't like liars."

He never lied to anyone again after that, but his head was also no longer attached to his body.

You can read the full story here! (There are a FEW things I added when writing this tumblr post up, because that's how it goes with OCs, but that's just her backstory anyways.)

When she got her familiar, it wasn't how you'd expect. I don't think she even knows he's her familiar- and she didn't know he was a goose at first, either.

He just sort of started attacking the door one day, and she had to stop the guards from killing him.

"That's an odd duck."

"W-well you see, m'lady, that's..."

"I'm keeping it."

And that's how she got a goose running around biting ankles and honking at people.

Her present

Now she rules her country happily, no one goes against her because she's quite good at striking down those that oppose the country itself...

... and those that upset her...

... or tick off her familiar, the goose. It's not hard to anger Jaskier.

He's kind of a dick, although her father was the one named Richard.

She's often found playing chess, and she's a surprisingly good player.

Claims that war isn't much different than a game of chess.

Someone points out that war is much more serious, and takes sacrifices.

She'll reply with "Maybe your wars, but I'm not a coward that hides in a 'command tent' relaying orders."

She hates commanders that don't join their men on the front lines.

Also the first country in her area to employ women in their army. She has given them legal high ground against the men, due to several incidents.

One man was brought specifically to her attention, because he was a high ranking officer with complaints from multiple lower ranking officers.

Everyone seemed to be pushing her towards pardoning him and shifting the blame onto the women.

She cut the man down, and then locked her advisors in a room with Jaskier.

They didn't last long, although Jaskier didn't kill them. They do now have multiple scars on their ankles and buttocks.

They are no longer employed at the castle.

A lot of times princes will come try to 'woo' her, and leave in a coffin.

She can't help it, when men try to touch her it triggers her fight or flight response thanks to her father and constant dangerous combat training.

She definitely leans towards fight in those situations. 'Run' isn't in her vocabulary.

Sometimes she'll have long conversations with her pastry chef, with whom she has a surprisingly good relationship.

That's why she has one rule for Jaskier, and it's don't fuck with the kitchen.

They still have to leave a bowl with food out for him to avoid him harassing servers on their way to, well... serve.

It's always an interesting time at the castle.

Everything Else

Neither of us know her future, I leave that up to fate and bullshitting our way through situations.

Demiromantic pansexual! (But she isn't really interested in sex or romance, she prefers chocolate and stabbing people. But if she got a good cuddle session in, she would probably cry and latch onto you forever.)

Made her own crown, rarely wears the typical gold one. She uses roses from her mother's garden, something she's continued to take care of- one of the few things she kept after her parents passed.

Has an interesting sort of magic, she doesn't even realize she uses it, but it makes fires burn brighter, machinery fail spectacularly, and increasingly odd things being found by the goose.

Even though she's a queen, she dislikes most nobility.

Nobody likes a bleeder, Karen.

They're too stuck up, they think everything is their right. She believes in needing to earn respect, and they never do. They often die in messy little puddles.

You can tell she's planning to kill someone if her hair is up.

She Cannot Be Stopped

Has inadvertently flirted with girls before and gets really confused when they get all flustered

She got the help of doctors and magicians to transition, although she didn't see any point to having tiddies so she's more or less flat-chested.

Enjoys the chaos of people who have never been in peril before panicking.

I think that's about it

If you have any questions, please send me asks I'm dying to answer some asks

#amalia #queen amalia #oc info #bios #royalty #transphobia mention #transphobia tw #death tw #blood tw #patricide #delicious #hc that the goose from Untitled Goose Game was just Amalia letting Jaskier loose on a town she didn't like #don't come at me for this 🤣#the touch starved is over 9000 #facts

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paradoxmage117 · 5 years ago

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Author Ask Game

tagged by: @turbo-toast You are now the reason I’ve opened up Tumblr for the first time in literal months.

author name: ParadoxMage

where you post: AO3

most popular one-shot: Uhhh... Wow I haven’t looked at that in forever. First Kiss, this dumb little bit of adorableness for Emily/Lena from Overwatch that got prompted by some post or another. Apparently people like cute stuff!

most popular multi-chapter story: Midnight Messages, easily. Was my longest story of all time for a long time, before the sequel finally overtook it. It took me a long time and I’m so incredibly happy that it was received so warmly.

favorite story you wrote: Hmm... Hard question. First one that comes to mind is a fic I wrote called Armistice which I wrote for the WidowTracer servers Secret Santa as a gift for TheRealG. It was a pure and simple 5K fic, and it just felt really good to write and I loved the whole process of creating it. Might be that one.

story you were nervous to post: Probably my first one. I don’t think I’ll link it because I was a significantly worse writer then and I try not to dwell on what I did or didn’t do, but the first step is always the hardest. It went ok though, seeing as I’m still around now, nearly three years later.

how do you pick your titles: Uhhhhh. I’ll let you know when I figure it out. Usually I just stare at the page until I think of something I don’t hate.

do you outline: For long stuff YES. Otherwise my brain would explode. For one-offs I often just go stream of consciousness if they’re short.

how many of your stories are complete: 33. In the early days I mostly wrote one-offs that were only a few hundred words long. I accrued a decently sized library of fics that way.

in-progress: 3. Midnight Revelations, the sequel to Midnight Messages, Midnight Extras, which is side stories from that series, Lifeblood, a fic which I keep meaning to continue but haven’t yet (whoops).

coming soon: I update Midnight Revelations every other Saturday, so that’s coming. Other than that I don’t have much in the way of plans unless inspiration smacks me one like Maxwell’s silver hammer.

do you accept prompts: Absolutely! If anyone wants to give them to me. No promises I’ll finish them though... I’ve been terrifyingly busy lately.

upcoming story you’re the most excited for: I’ve been working on Midnight Revelations for the better part of a year and change and we’re starting to get into some interesting territory. I’m having a lot of fun with it. >:)

tag five fanfic authors to answer these questions: Uhh.. I don’t know if I know that many on here, I don’t use Tumblr that much. @mizuaoi, @for-general-madness, @redcap3, @budgiebum I guess. Well, this was certainly fun. Now to never use Tumblr again.

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thebiggaylion · 5 years ago

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Mercer @ EDC Orlando 2018 (Part 1 of 2)

Hey everyone! Yes, I am in fact still alive! A lot has been happening to the guy behind The Big Gay Lion, and a lot has happened in the past few weeks for me as well! But before I say too much, I've a need to split this post! You're reading the first half now, but make sure you check out the second half when you're done. Don't worry, I'll remind you! Both parts in one post can be found right here, if you'd prefer that instead! So, perhaps the most relevant news for the moment is the EDC Orlando 2019 lineup announcement that came last week on Night Owl Radio, and then the promotional imagery that confirmed the names we all knew from the broadcast. Just in case I just happen to be the only line of news you have into the EDC world (I’m honored, by the way!), here’s that flyer below:

You may remember how jazzed I was with the 2018 lineup, as it was the best I had ever seen for our area’s event... this one, however, outdoes even that strong showing. It always surprises me when artists make back-to-back appearances in Orlando, but it looks like we’ll be graced with the likes of Alison Wonderland, ADIN, Dombresky, Kaskade, and more... and no, Fury + MC Dino don’t count haha! But, doesn’t this read like a “Best Of” for previous years? Orlando hasn’t seen Afrojack in forever, since 2012! Steve Aoki, Arty, and 3lau haven’t been around since 2014, and DJ Snake hasn’t been here since right after his car accident with Mercer in 2015 (remember that?)! I’m also quite surprised that Deadmau5 is making an appearance, after all that heat he generated a few years ago with Pasquale. I kinda figured REZZ was going to be what put Mau5trap back on Insomniac’s good graces. I’ll let the big cat out of the big bag and give you some clues as to what I hope to post about in the future, and say that I was really hoping to get another shot at seeing Above & Beyond perform, and if I’m in the same mood as I’ve been these past few months, they’re going to be a must-see for me! Also, I am SUPER excited to get the chance to see Charlotte de Witte, Da Tweekaz, and Nora En Pure, all for the first time! I’m also eager to see Eric Prydz, Party Favor, Timmy Trumpet yet again (whoops, uh... spoilers!). Finally, I’ve heard great things about EDX and Fisher from the guy behind The Big Gay Lion, so I’d like to be able to see them for myself! I’ll be crossing everything I can from now until November that the set times don’t cause a large number of conflicts for me, but with one additional fixed venue / stage this year, that means one more opportunity for a schedule conflict... not to mention the unannounced boomboxARTCAR artists that Pasquale mentioned in his broadcast! It’s a good problem to have, don’t get me wrong!

And before we get into this, the life of the guy behind The Big Gay Lion has gotten busier than it has been in the past, and I can’t promise I’ll be able to do weekly #TBT’s like I used to... but, the life of the guy behind The Big Gay Lion has made some things happen recently, and that’s going to mean some exciting stuff is on the way for me as a result! Nothing to talk about yet, but I need to get going on sharing my life before any more life happens! Is that cryptic enough for you? Haha. Now, how’s about we start out my grand revival of #ThrowbackThursday with my favorite set from 2018? It’s time for Mercer!

Find this photo on Instagram | Find this photo on Facebook Photo by James Dechert, originally posted by Orlando Weekly So right when I got there and took my position in a conservative location within circuitGROUNDS, I noticed that some Insomniac videographers were nearby. I figure I’d make myself not look busy in case they decided to put me in the 2018 trailer haha. They did not approach me (but the cameraman could not stop staring!), but I did get approached by a random photographer. As it turns out, I was feeling exceptionally good that day! I was able to get ready in record time, and it resulted in me arriving at the festival earlier than I had ever arrived before! I was very much looking forward to this set, and then... this photographer rolls up. I didn’t have to adjust much to get ready for him to snap a pic, and when he walked away quietly, I just knew... I KNEW, “that was the one”. That was the pic I was going to love the most from 2018... and just LOOK AT ME! I look SO GOOD! Yes, you can see how my necklace stretched out a bit on that one delicate spot between the “H” and the “@”, but my new hair is so much easier to dance with, that I went pretty hard on Day 1! Don’t worry, it’ll be in tip top shape for Day 1 of 2019! This pic shows everything, though... hair’s looking right, you can see my Pulse ribbon (which I always forget to wear!), my nails are looking good... I am a very proud lion! 🏳️‍🌈🦁❤️ Okay, okay, now on with the good stuff!

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YouTube | Facebook | Instagram So, right after the surprise photo shoot (which is a commonplace for me, of course!), I returned my water bottle to it’s screw cap, and started feeling the groove. I knew what to expect with Mercer, and every minute was super fun! I never knew exactly what the second song in this video’s lyrics were. Apparently I was thinking too... narrowly, I suppose... to realize what the word before “control” was! Mercer - Studio 54 https://soundcloud.com/mercer/studio-54 Patrick Hagenaar - Boob Control https://soundcloud.com/patrickhagenaar/boob-control-original-mix

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YouTube | Facebook | Instagram Like I said, I knew what to anticipate from a Mercer set, and this song was probably the most anticipated one for me. I suppose it’s just the gay in me that loves ABBA! Charles J - Voulez Vous (Do You Want) https://soundcloud.com/charlesj/do-you-want-original-mix

Right! So, that's the end of part one. Make sure you check out the remaining bits in part two. If you're sick of this split post stuff, you can always try to view the full post here.

#thebiggaylion #video #photo #edcorlando2019 #throwbackthursday #tbt #edc #electricdaisycarnival #edcorlando #edcorlando2018 #tinkerfield #circuitgrounds #mercer #studio54 #patrickhagenaar #boobcontrol #charlesj #voulezvous #doyouwant

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turnupswritessometimes · 6 years ago

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The One With the Zombies - AshEiji - Ch13

Title: The One With the Zombies

Chapter: 13

Word Count: 4475

Description: Another what it says on the tin from me - it's a Zombie Apocalypse AU because how else could this anime/manga get any darker? Whilst on the run from the outbreak of zombies, reporters Ibe and Eiji stumble across a New York street gang, safely huddled in an abandoned warehouse. As if the undead weren't surprising enough, Eiji finds himself becoming closer and closer to the gang's leader, mysteriously dubbed Ash Lynx. But safety doesn't last forever and soon it's only Ash and Eiji. And they're up against more than just zombies.

Note: This is available on A03, and I would recommend you follow it there, as I remember to update it. I would post a link, but then Tumblr wouldn’t include it in search results.

Ash hadn’t given the car a backward glance.

Eiji did. He knew it was because they had different relationships with it. Eiji had his first kiss in the back of that car. Had said ‘I love you,’ for the first time in the back of that car. That meant he was sad to abandon it on the side of the interstate.

But they were out of gas. The next station wasn’t for miles and the last three they had passed had been bled dry. They were clearly on a popular route out of the country. Most people had already been and gone.

So now they were walking the rest, their backpacks full of water bottles and dry biscuits.

It was quite boring. To walk up the side of the interstate. There weren't any cars passing - nothing even in sight. Trees occasionally lined the edges of the road, but it was fields as far as the eye could see.

"I don't suppose anyone was a boy scout?" Max asked after a while.

"You're not going to start singing, are you?" Ash replied. His hand was in Eiji's. It was always in Eiji's. There was something missing when he wasn’t tangled up in that boy.

"Well, it would be embarrassing if you didn't join in. I'm just trying to pass the time."

"We could play 'I spy' again," Skip said.

That was met with groans. They ended up walking in silence for all of ten seconds. Max started humming, and eventually he was teaching Skip old chants and songs. It was cheesey and Ash rolled his eyes so hard he was sure they were going to go straight to the back of his skull.

But Eiji was smiling as he watched them and that was enough to keep Ash’s mouth shut. He was tired. There were dark circles under Eiji’s eyes. His hair was in a permanent bedhead and he had lost some of his glow. So it was nice to see him happy, because they had spent the last day and a half cooped up in a car, or standing on look out.

In Eiji’s case, holding a gun. Ash still had that moment imprinted in his mind. Eiji stood at his side asking – begging – to take some of the weight off of his shoulders. There was something inside him that wanted to give in. He was tired of the guilt and the nightmares and he honestly wasn’t sure how much longer he could carry it. Brittle. He was still brittle. But how could he share that? How could he let the maggots of guilt to carry over to Eiji as well?

Ash was trying to protect him – that was what he was telling himself. A smaller part of him knew that was stupid.

They stopped every few hours. Sitting on the side of the interstate and ate dry biscuits. They watched a group of zombies in the distance, stumbling across the fields like a group of sheep. It was easy to keep walking and lose sight of them, but it was harder to forget.

It was pitch black by the time they sat for the night, which meant it was the early hours of the morning. It was still summer and the bugs still screamed in the sweaty night. Eiji leant against Ash, or maybe Ash leant against Eiji. It was hard to tell. One of them was meant to stay awake and keep an eye out, but Ash felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness. It still felt as though he was walking, he could feel the ground moving under his feet even though they were sat still.

Peace Bridge came into sight the next day. Skip cheered and started running. Ash followed. He didn't have the energy to whoop with delight, but he could run. They were close. They were close to safety and even if they couldn't get through, there would be people. Humans.

Eiji ran too. This was freedom.

A voice through a megaphone stopped them in their tracks. An angry voice telling them not to come any closer.

They slowed to a halt, gravel skittering away from burning soles.

Max and Ibe were behind them. Jogging and coming to a stop next to them. Max's hand rested on Ash's shoulder, heavy and not and sweaty. But Max was old and out of shape, so Ash let it slide.

They watched and waited as a vehicle drove out towards them. There were armed men hanging out the windows, and as they got closer Ash saw the guns in their hands. He stepped in front of Eiji, a hand on Skip’s shoulder.

An armed guard got out, slamming the door as he did. “What’s your business?"

Max stood in front of them. His stance was set and he didn't even need to look back at Ash to get him to close his mouth.

"We'd like to cross. Get into Canada."

"Bit late on that, aren't you?"

"I didn't realise there was a time limit." There was a prickle in Max's voice. Ash wondered why he took the lead when he had just as much attitude.

"We're trying to keep the disease contained. We have no idea if you're carriers of it."

"Wouldn't we be a bit more, you know?" Max rolled his eyes upwards, sticking out his arms in a classic zombie impression.

"That's offensive," Ash said. "My best friend was a zombie."

"We need to get through the border." Max ignored him. "You can keep us in quarantine, whatever, but we need to get through."

"Everyone needs to get through."

"Look." It was Ibe who stepped forward. "We've had to walk all the way here from the city. We didn't even get out of there before we were pulled out of the car and mugged. We were mugged again on the road. We can't go on like this, we have to get to safety."

Max glanced at Ibe. He was quick to pick up the charade, putting his hand on Ibe's shoulder.

"That's right. All we wanted was a happy family vacation and now everything's gone wrong." He turned back to Ash with such an earnestly distressed face that Ash was too shocked to laugh. "I'm sorry, son. I know how much you were looking forward to this trip."

The guard sighed. "Lets get you up to customs. We'll check everything through there."

They had to walk. The vehicle crawling along beside them as if they were criminals. At least the air felt cooler, the Summer was starting to disappear and Ash was glad to see it go. A few more months and it would be winter. Maybe it would be cold enough to freeze those zombies then.

If that was even going to work. They were staking everything on myths now.

But if they got through to Canada - they could get somewhere else. Keep running as far as they could.

That was when he realised they had to get through. They absolutely had to. Ash had to leave the country, and he was even willing to pretend Max Lobo was his dad to get it.

"So, where are you folks from?" the man didn't ask as if it was a friendly conversation. It felt like a test.

"Ohio." Max didn't miss a beat.

"You don't sound like you're from Ohio."

"I lived in the city for a long time."

"What about your kid?" The man glanced over at Ash.

"Must have picked it up from him," Ash said. "Along with crap DIY skills."

"And horrendous fashion sense," Max said.

Ash glared. Eiji laughed. Which made it hard to keep glaring, because he wanted nothing more than to kiss Eiji until he was breathless.

But they had reached the customs office at last. They were lead through to a desk, a clerk sat behind a pane of glass on the other side.

That was when Ash recognised the rooms other occupant. He looked different - smaller and younger than ever. His hair was a mess and there were dark circles under his eyes. But it was still Yut Lung.

"Yut Lung," Ash said out loud. Kind of just to check, kind of because he couldn't believe it.

It caught Eiji's attention. Ash could practically see his hackles raise.

"You?" He snapped. "You're the one who-"

He was halfway through the room before Ash caught hold of his elbow. Even though part of him was ready to see Eiji throw a punch, this wasn't the place for it.

"Eiji," Ash hissed, because the guard was looking at them and the woman behind the counter seemed shocked.

They had certainly got Yut Lung's attention. He stared at them with dark eyes.

"Ash Lynx," he said. "No offence, you look like shit."

"Speak for yourself." Ash was still holding Eiji back. He knew his face was neutral. Stony. Part of him wanted to let that drop. Sixteen, he remembered. This kid is sixteen.

"You sold us out! You're the reason Shorter - you're the reason Shorter's dead!"

Yut Lung didn't look fazed. "You can take me outside and shoot me if you want."

The guard's head whipped around then. "Excuse me!"

"Relax," Ash said. He still had a tight grip on Eiji's shoulder. "No one's shooting anyone."

"How are you okay with this?" Eiji turned to Ash, his brow furrowed. He could practically see the tears forming in his eyes.

"Because," Ash said, his eyes meeting Yut Lung's. Because he understood. He understood perfectly. But that was something that was hard to explain to Eiji. He loved him to pieces, but Eiji had never had to struggle to survive. "He did what he had to to survive. Right?"

"And look where it got me." The boy looked away from them, long dark hair falling in front of his face. "I should have gone with you."

"You didn't know if we'd even make it past the gate."

"I should have gone."

"Come on." Ash stepped past Eiji, sitting down next to Yut Lung. It suddenly struck him how much effort that was - how tired he was. Every single muscle ached. The muscles in his legs were actually shaking from the strain. "We're pretty, but we're not stupid. It was a good deal."

"Not without you." Yut Lung's head was on his chest, but his eyes sought out Ash's from beneath dark strands. "You're the only thing he really cares about, you know."

So that was why. Ash had guessed sabotage. Had guessed it was the usual backhand to climb the way to the top. But now it made more sense. Ash couldn't leave. The top couldn't leave because then the whole thing would crumble.

Regret wasn't the right word. But pity - just for Yut Lung and the other boy's, that was the right one.

"He’s not here?" Ash’s world suddenly tightened around him. Closed in so it was just the three of them and he felt trapped. He had to leave. Get out. Just find some fresh air. He was aware of Max and Ibe at the desk, both talking and arguing over each other. Trying to get their story straight without having any IDs or passports. Trying to explain that Eiji had come over from Japan to visit Ash and that was why he didn’t sound American – that their papers had been stolen.

“Is he fuck.” Yut Lung shook his head. “He got bored. I figured I’d try getting away from it all, but –“

“You’re under eighteen.” Ash had considered it in the past. Running. But he’d need a relative to get him anywhere, and that had never been an option.

Yut Lung smiled. A cow resigned to the slaughterhouse. “My brother is going to pick me up.”

“And then?”

He leant forward slightly, that smile still on his face. “What do you think? Ash Lynx?”

Ash hadn’t thought anything of the movement. On some level, he’d recognised it as performative – testing his reaction and everyone else’s in the office, because it might lead to survival. No one else was paying them any attention – no one except –

“Ash.” Eiji’s face was stony. His jaw and brow were set and there was a fire in his eyes Ash had never seen before. Despite himself – despite everything, his stomach leapt. “You can’t forgive him. Not after Shorter.”

It was something he’d never be able to understand, Ash realised, opening his mouth to try to explain to Eiji anyway. He could have done the same. It wouldn’t have taken much for him to have sold someone else to keep his own skin safe.

But it was that moment that Max lost his temper. He smacked on the glass of the counter, the sound echoing through the room under his shout.

“For fuck’s sake – it’s the fucking apocalypse! Have a little fucking compassion!”

Ash realised a few things at the same time. The first was there was no way they were getting through to Canada. The second was that this scene would attract attention – would be reported to the wrong people – New York wouldn’t be safe. The third was that Yut Lung wasn’t getting through either. Yut Lung was going back, and Ash knew that was worse than any apocalypse.

“This is your second chance,” he said to Yut Lung, before standing and grabbing Eiji’s arm. Too tight, he knew, he saw the wince of surprise cross Eiji’s face. “Plan B, sweetie.”

The nickname softened Eiji. The anger gave way to determination and he nodded at Ash, ready to follow him. That boy would follow him anywhere and he loved him for that. With every part of him, he loved that. And yet it terrified him.

When Ash had met Eiji, he’d been holding a camera. He had been timid and quiet, but sweet and funny and polite. A normal, well-mannered boy thrown in over his depth.

It was hard to believe that this was the same boy pulling a pistol from his waistband and yelling for everyone to “freeze!”

He did it in the same moment that Ash darted forward, catching the armed guard in the stomach with his elbow and swinging his leg around just a moment later. The man fell heavily – he’d barely had a moment to respond, and Ash had the man’s own gun trained on him in the next moment.

Max and Ibe were staring at them in surprise. Skip was smiling at Ash, like a proud grandfather at his grandchild’s ballet performance. Watching Ash do what he was born to do. He caught Max’s eye – saw the man’s expression go from complete bafflement to a wide grin.

“Here’s the thing,” Ash snapped. “You’re not going to press that panic alarm. We’re going to get through to Canada. Then we can all continue with our lives.”

“You really think I’m going to let you through because of brute force?” the woman behind the desk had her hands in the air, at least, even if she had a face thunder.

“Eiji, shoot the glass.”

A tiny hole appeared in it, about two feet to the left of the woman’s head, but enough to send cracks running across it like a ship splintering after hitting an ice burg. Ash’s own gun was trained on the guard, his eyes daring the man to fight him. And whilst he was glaring back at Ash, he had made no move to get off of the floor. They had the element of surprise here – no one expected five weary, tired people to be armed. They hadn’t expected a fight.

“We’re going through,” Ash repeated. Max was opening up the doors through to the bridge and he could feel the wind rustle his hair. It was enough to mention Golzine’s company. To say that they would be very upset if they knew that Ash and Yut Lung were gone from the country.

When the woman asked why, it was enough for Ash to smirk and ask “do you really want to find out?”

And then they were gone, slamming the door behind them and walking on the pedestrian part of Peace Bridge. An ironic name, considering Ash and Eiji still had their fingers on the trigger.

“So our leader still is in there, after all,” Skip said. He looked sideways and Ash with that smug smile on his face.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Ash asked.

“Only that lately the lynx had been turned into more of a tame pussycat.”

Ash had him in a headlock in the next moment. “How’s this for a tame pussycat?”

Skip paused, his tiny hands on Ash’s arm and one eye closed as Ash rubbed his knuckles through Skip’s curly hair. “You used to scare me a lot more.”

“Uh, kids? Can we save the rough and tumble for when we’re safe?” Max asked.

Ash found himself laughing as he released Skip, his other hand back on his weapon. There was a high after the hold up and he knew it was dangerous. They were nowhere near out of the woods yet, but he was still running on pure adrenaline from it all.

Yut Lung was with them. Had chosen to follow Ash this time, though was being kept a few steps behind by Eiji’s glares. They kept walking, glancing over their shoulders for cars or soldiers or guns. It seemed the warning had been enough.

“You did great.” Ash nudged his hip against Eiji’s. “I knew there was a bad boy in you all along.”

Eiji’s mouth flickered upwards. “You weren’t so bad yourself.” But he was frowning again in the next moment. “I can’t believe you’re taking him with us.”

“Eiji, if it was reversed – could you imagine looking me in the eyes and letting me go back to that kind of life?”

“If it was reversed, you never would have sold anyone else out.” Eiji said.

"You think I'm a lot more honourable than I actually am."

"Or maybe you think you're a lot more dishonourable than you actually are."

"You really think I haven't thrown someone under the bus to get what I want?" Ash looked at him sideways. Let his fringe fall forward.

"At the cost of someone's life?" Eiji asked.

"He didn't know that would happen to Shorter."

"At the cost of someone's life, Ash?"

"Sometimes, yeah." He stopped, just for a moment. Stood close to Eiji - no closer than he normally wanted to be but this time it was different. This time he was using that inch or two he had over Eiji, was straightening his shoulder like a bear standing on his hind legs. It was that same level, he recognised that this was performative too. Just to see if Eiji's eyes would widen. If he would pale and never speak to Ash again. "That was my world, Eiji. I had a gang and I did what I had to."

Eiji didn't move. He stood his ground, met Ash's eyes in the same stubborn way he always did. Just stared at him with his mouth set.

He spoke quietly. Almost in the same tone Ash used when he was trying to be intimidating. "Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't have gone with us.”

Maybe Ash would have done. Ash probably would have done. But he hasn't let himself think of that because he knew what Eiji would have expected him to do. And that terrified him because there was still a chance that he wouldn't have done it.

"I wouldn't have," Ash whispered. "If I hadn't met you."

If Eiji had asked Ash to throw himself off of the bridge he would have done it without a second thought - it would have been worth it just to have seen Eiji's face in that moment. That was the moment that he knew he was gone. That he loved this boy violently. In the violent delights have violent ends kind of way.

But Ash was Ash, and it wasn't like he was the most mentally stable person to begin with.

Apparently all it took was a pair of dark eyes and he was ready to drink poison.

They got through the other side of customs by sheer luck. Eiji thought it had been anyway. All it had taken was Max explaining that they didn't have any papers, but that the other side had said it was fine. Had said to tell them up here that it was fine and "hadn't they received the message? Oh, all phones must be down in New York state."

Of course, that didn't mean it was easy on the other side. They were still separated, put through to different rooms and every bruise checked for teeth marks. Their eyes, ears, minds checked to be in sound and working order.

Eiji had visited Ellis island before the outbreak. This felt similar.

Only he itched. He itched to be back with Ash because how the he'll was he holding up under this? Because his eyes had been full of Greek fire on that bridge and Eiji had felt as if he would burst. He'd been tempted to tear their clothes off there, because he had to feel every inch of Ash's warm skin with his fingertips and absolutely had to have Ash hold him. To have Ash knew Eiji just as well as he knew himself.

Just thinking about it made him glow crimson.

And then there was the check in. For refugees. Refugees. They were refugees now. And Ash was putting his name down as Aslan Lobo, through it made him wince. They waited to be given a motel, somewhere to stay until they could start getting themselves back on their feet.

So they were sat on the other side of customs, in the corner on the floor and waited. They’d been given blankets. Some dry biscuits and water. Ash had tucked his blanket around Eiji’s without a word. They were sat a little away from Max and Ibe – Skip was sat in between them, teaching them how to load the pistol that Ash had been keeping in his jeans. They’d thrown the other two over the bridge before reaching the Canadian customs. Both men looked equal parts impressed and equal parts concerned. Yut Lung was sat further away from them. He hadn’t said a word since they had come through. That was fine with Eiji. He’d honestly been trying to ignore Yut Lung. Been trying to forget about his first fight with Ash.

But his eyes kept straying back. He knew he was glaring, pressing himself into Ash’s side like a cat.

“You really don’t like him, huh?” Ash murmured. His lips were in Eiji’s hair but Eiji didn’t move. He was daring Yut Lung to look over. Daring him to see.

“I don’t get why you’re so buddy-buddy with him,” Eiji replied. His head rested on his knees.

“I’m not. But I couldn’t leave him.” Ash said. His mouth found Eiji’s temple.

“Did you see the way he was acting with you?”

Ash paused. Froze, really, and Eiji could hear the smile in his voice as he asked, “Eiji Okumura, are you jealous?”

It was Eiji’s turn to stiffen. He leant back slightly, and could feel the pout on his face as he looked away from Ash. Couldn’t look at Ash.

“He looked like he was about to kiss you,” Eiji mumbled, his fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. It wasn’t what he wanted to say. It was a lot cuter and a lot more jealous than what he was going to say. He knew that – he knew Ash thought he was cute and it wouldn’t hurt to play up to that just once, because he didn’t want the alternative. The alternative would darken the mood, would make Ash frown and swallow and struggle to find the answer.

The alternative was: did you have sex with him?

And it was an asshole question. Eiji knew that. If they had, it would have been complicated. It would have been out of their hands and would have been generally unpleasant for both of them. He knew it was the kind of question that Ash would say ‘I don’t want you to know that,’ in response to. He knew he didn’t really want to know the response either. Not really.

But he didn’t know if they’d ever get to that. That was fine – Eiji understood, understood completely, or was at least trying to understand. And now Yut Lung was here. Smiling at Ash like that.

And maybe Eiji was jealous. Maybe this was jealousy. He couldn’t remember feeling jealous before. He wanted to think it was something else though – or something alongside it. It was difficult to explain and it wasn’t the sort of thing he wanted to bring up now.

Now that they were safe. Almost. So close to having a bed underneath them and a new start.

And whilst Ash was chuckling like that, and peppering Eiji’s cheeks in kisses until he couldn’t help but smile back, it didn’t matter. He would make sure it didn’t matter.

“Well, I’m only interested in kissing one person,” Ash said. He pressed his forehead against Eiji’s, pulling them even closer in the blanket. “Because I love them.”

It didn’t matter, but that didn’t mean that Eiji wasn’t going to be a little shit about it. He turned away, still trying to be aloof, even though his heart was racing. Even though there were still images flashing in his mind that he wanted to erase.

“Why don’t you go sit with him, then?”

“Eiiiijiiii,” Ash drew his name out, kissing the side of Eiji’s face until he was laughing again, half-heartedly pushing Ash away from him.

“What? Ash?”

“You know I love you.”

“Do I know that?”

Ash caught his chin then, with deft fingers. Turned Eiji around so that he had no choice but to look into those cat’s eyes. His heart was pounding. This. This was the Ash Lynx who left him completely breathless.

“I love you, Eiji Okumura.”

Eiji found himself smiling – found himself melting, under that gaze. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say it.”

Maybe that was how he knew. That this wasn’t normal love. It was something more.

“I love Eiji Okumura.”

“I love Ash Lynx.”

“Mmm.” It sounded like Ash was purring. He kissed Eiji, the same kind of painfully slow kiss as the first one. The same kind that had their teeth pulling at their lips and even with their mouths open, even with their faces pressed against each other, they still weren’t close enough.

No, it wasn’t a normal love. Eiji had never got that kind of undying love.

But he had never thought zombies would be a thing either.

#asheiji #banana fish #the one with the zombies #eiji okumura #ash lynx

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auntie-diluvian · 6 years ago

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What would have happened in chapter 2 if you decided to write it?

Eek I’m so sorry I took so long to answer this!

The longer I think about it, the more I think a second part would have really jumped the shark any way I’d have written it, but I did have some thoughts*, which got… uh, kinda long (hence me taking forever to answer your ask), so I’m gonna put them beneath a cut if I can figure out how.

Some of this was sort of charted out in a long chat between me and Py (specifically I think the bit with Papyrus showing up, which I think was her idea?), but that conversation was so long ago it’s been lost to the sands of time (and tumblr chat having no search function), so most of this is new and specific to the version I posted.

I had a couple of scenes in my head that were a little more defined, the rest was just kind of vague, and it never came to a conclusion, really. So I guess, in theory, all of those “Reader goes to Italy and carboloads themself into personal fulfillment, Sans dies of skelesyphilis, and his gf fucks off somewhere” fantasies can still happen. If, you know, by the end of me rambling about this, any of that still sounds, oh god, you know, fuck, appealing, or whatever. If not, then uhhh whoops sorry I don’t have any ending for you at all, my dude.**

Also this hasn’t been beta’d or anything, I didn’t want to give it the same status as the stuff I actually publish, just like, on principle? so like. keep your expectations in check maybe? especially re: some of the most cliche and melodramatic dialogue I’ve written to date lol

The first scene was to take place on Jan 2nd:

Your friend, the one you’re now glad isn’t speaking to you, is standing at your door, anxiously clutching a small, rectangular cardboard box bearing a sticker you recognize as the logo of your favorite bakery. She speaks to you, and you feel your stomach flip.

“Um, so, these are for you. Uh, happy new year, by the way, and um, the frosting probably got a little smushed- you know how high they like to pile it on. But, you know, they’re fresh, so- should be good. Got your favorites.”

She hands you the box and you peek inside. Cupcakes, of course. Half the frosting’s on the lid, like she said, and you stare at them, dumbfounded. Can’t look at her.

She clears her throat.

“I know what I’m like, sometimes. I can be melodramatic and petty and- and self-destructive. I do dumb shit like drive away my closest friend with the silent treatment because I didn’t get the answer I wanted. I’m so sorry. You were right, and, god, furthermore? The entire thing was just… stupid, you know? Can you forgive me?”

You sway on your feet, dizzy.

“Of course.”

She steps forward and hugs you, and as her arms wrap around you, so does an awful panic.

Your cell phone is burning a hole in the pocket of your bathrobe, from the text you had received ten minutes prior, alerting you to your friend’s impending arrival:

Sans: she’s coming over to your place. please don’t tell her anything. i’ll figure something out. sorry to ask you to do this. i’ll make it up to you

Sans: ok that sounded wrong. not what i meant. everything sounds wrong though

Sans: i’m sorry

“Oh, thank you,” she says, sounding more grateful than she should, her scarf tickling your cheek. “That’s such a relief. Thank you.”

Really just laying that guilt on thick. Uhhh let’s see, after that:

You tell her you’re sick just to get her to go away and she believes you because you look horrible and are wearing a bathrobe in the middle of the afternoon

Cue angst about furthering the extent of your dishonesty

The next day she texts you just to “catch up” but in the middle of it, drops that Sans has been more than usually distant. They talked about so much and she knows it’s going to take time for things to get better, but since that first conversation on New Year’s Day, he’s kind of shut down-

But enough about her problems, what’s been going on with you? Oh, Not Much, you tell her. You’re still getting over your cold but you’ve gone back to work. It’s the truth, more or less. You have the sniffles, at any rate, though that’s more due to your daily extended heartbreak/guilt crying alone sessions than any physical malady.

A week later, your friend is back to sending you memes and talking about her job, your favorite shows you watch. Sans is living with her. Everything is normal, on the surface. Sans chimes in on the group chat every now and again, but that’s it. Not another word from him. The awful feeling in the pit of your stomach has faded to a dull ache that only bothers you at night.

Which is why it’s a total surprise when Papyrus shows up on your doorstep one evening and lets himself in. You didn’t even know he was in town. You’ve met him a few times, loved the guy, but he’s not here for a social call.

Well, okay, he is, but it’s not a pleasant one. He is. So. Disappointed. In you. He’s prepared a speech! To express the enormity of your fuckup.

About the 45-second mark of which, you break down sobbing. He stops immediately and grabs you a glass of water and a cool washcloth for your neck.

He apologizes as you calm down, and you have a long talk with him about the hows and the whys. It’s incredibly cathartic, you’ve never told anyone about any of this situation, and you’re drained by the time you’re done. But as he leaves, he has this look on his face and you hate it- pity tinged with trace amounts of leftover dismay, so it’s a relief to lock yourself in for the evening, even if the alternative (i.e. being alone with your thoughts and your guilt and everything else) isn’t much better.

An hour or two later, you get another text from Sans: “i’m sorry again, i didn’t know he was gonna do that.”

Interrupting myself here to say as an aside, so much for a synopsis of my vague concept; this is now going on 800 words. Look at all this work you definitely made me do that I didn’t put on myself at all. Anyway.

Sans text, continued: “he’s in town cuz of me, though, so i think i gotta listen to him. he’s uh saying we should get together and talk about how i”

“hang on”

Five minutes later: “scratch that i’m not listening to him.”

Ten full minutes later: “we can have lunch tomorrow. to talk. if you want. you don’t have to agree to it. i’ll understand.”

It’s about two in the morning when you finally respond: “Where and when?”

He replies immediately.

It’s a good sandwich. A shame you can’t do much more than just poke at it and nibble at the toppings that have fallen out of it onto the wax paper basket liner. And the bag of chips is completely out of the question. You’ve already put them away for later, for when you might eventually start regretting skipping lunch because of the awful somersaults your innards keep doing. Sans’s sandwich isn’t faring much better- he’s twirling his frilly-ended toothpick between his fingers, occasionally poking it into his dill pickle wedge.

Neither of you has said a word past your perfunctory greeting and the order you’d both placed at the counter eight minutes ago. The rest of the sandwich shop doesn’t seem to care, though. Most of its other patrons are absorbed in getting their order and getting out, or making the most of their too-brief lunch hour. It’s noisy, and it would be the perfect setting for the conversation you’re supposed to be having, you credit Sans with that much. If you could just speak.

You’re staring off over his shoulder, at the display rack of different brands of hot sauce, when he startles you by biting off over half of his pickle, chewing, and swallowing with his eyes closed and a sigh.

“thanks for… you know, not telling her yet.”

“I didn’t do it for you,” you say with enough sourness to give that pickle a run for its money.

“no, yeah, i know- i just. yeah. i’ll tell her, though. soon. uh, -ish.”

“Will you tell me when you do it? I don’t think I can take another unexpected visitor, and I-” you laugh, ”-I’m going nuts checking my phone, panicking at every single notification.”

“‘course. yeah.”

“Okay. Thanks. For that.”

“sure.”

You tear off a piece of sliced turkey that’s hanging out the edge of your sandwich.

“…can i say somethin’?”

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

“i didn’t- uh, know you had- i just thought you were riding the same wave of… whatever that was, as me.”

He clears his throat.

“i didn’t know you felt that w- i mean, that you had actual feelings for- at least, not until you started sayin’ all those things–”

“–I changed my mind, I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

He ducks his head.

“yeah, okay.”

You take another bite of your sandwich, chewing as you scramble for something, anything, else to say.

“So. Uh, how’s, um, y'know, everything else?”

He blinks, shakes his head, and laughs.

“what, you really wanna know? or are you askin’ just to ask?”

Shit. No, you don’t really want to know.

“Yeah. I wanna know.”

He leans back, the plastic of the chair back creaking, and looks out the window behind you.

“shit… it’s all… it’s all fallin’ apart on me.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, already a well-honed reflex.

“not your fault, really. in the end. i’m just already tired. a week ago, this’s all i wanted, for everything to go back to normal. but it turns out normal was just a lot of her pretending she could stand me. and we’re not pretending, anymore. so… but that’s supposed to help us sort everything out, right?”

Goddamn your bleeding heart that got you into this in the first place.

“feels capricious of me, right? but if it’s gonna end, why can’t it just end already? but i’m not allowed to give up yet, because that’s not what we’re doing, we’re working through our issues.”

He pushes his basket over to the seat next to him, and folds his arms on the table, head nestled into them.

“even though giving up is all i wanna do anymore,” he says, voice muffled by his sleeves.

“Every relationship requires work, Sans,” you say. Platitudinal, but true, if not particularly helpful.

“but at what point do you cut your losses? is it before or after the seventieth thing this week she tells you you’ve been doing wrong all along that she never bothered to mention to you before? you know she prefers the loose end of the tp to come out underhanded? i didn’t. she’s wrong, but hey, fuck- anything for my baby. i’m tired. i didn’t know it was gonna be like this.”

Underhanded toilet paper rolls? Do you even know who she is?

“i should just go ahead and tell her about this whole thing, already, see if that- i dunno, breaks us beyond repair. but if i do that now when all our wounds are still fresh, i don’t get to say i tried to fix things, and i guess on some level, i need that.”

He rubs his face.

“fuck, listen to me whine. i’m making it sound worse than it is. ”

“Dude, I don’t know. I’m still horrified by the toilet paper thing.”

He snorts.

“i don’t even use the stuff much, so it wasn’t worth makin’ a whole thing out of it.”

“Okay, but I’m fixated on it. It’s like, all I can think about. What the fuck?”

You’re overcome with the strangest feeling- it shouldn’t be so odd to you now, three weeks into your guilt spiraling, but you want to text her about this so badly, to give her grief about it. And if this were a normal situation, if you hadn’t made everything awful, you wouldn’t hesitate. But you’re having a clandestine lunch with her boyfriend to discuss the awful thing you did, and therefore you can’t give her shit about her weird habit you now know about thanks to him, which is what friends do. Friends don’t let friends put the roll on the wrong way without at least dragging them for it for the rest of their natural lives, so can you still even call yourself her friend?

Probably not, huh? That, and the other thing you did. Friends don’t do that, either.

Your smile fades as you start to understand on a much more personal level what he meant. You doubt you’ll be granted the same mercy as him, of working out your issues, and until then you have to live like this, unable to even joke around without it turning bitter. You’re going to lose her, too- you’re going to lose them both, maybe, probably, and the waiting and pretending is only adding to your misery. It’s a hollow kind of wanting, for something to be over and done with, but it’s rooted in you all the same.

You finally decide you’re not going to finish your sandwich, but you wrap it back up in the wax paper liner anyway, and start putting your coat back on.

“Well. Thanks for meeting with me. I think I��d better head back to work, now.”

“you realize we didn’t talk about what happened at all, right?”

You shrug. “Maybe we shouldn’t. Maybe we don’t need to.”

“you don’t- you don’t have anything you wanna say to me.”

You close your eyes and sigh.

“I’m… sorry?”

“shit, yeah, me too.”

“It was a mistake.”

“unequivocally, yeah.”

“I think that about covers it, don’t you?”

He nods silently.

“Then… I’ll see you around.”

You almost make it to the door, leaving him slumped in his seat with his uneaten sandwich. You look outside at the cold, slushy parking lot, check the time, and nearly get in your car and drive back to work. But instead, your feet carry you back to the table, back to Sans.

“I do actually just have one question.”

He looks up at you, and you can see deep into his eye sockets, and the dark semicircles beneath them, how tired he is.

“sure. anything,” he answers.

“If you had known how I felt, would it all have gone- would we be here now, having this conversation? Or would I have gone home before and none of this would have ever happened?”

Your fool brain wants you to continue: Or would you have stayed?

But you already know the answer to that one, so you stop yourself; these questions are dangerous enough, as is.

He actually looks somewhat taken aback.

“i don’t- i dunno. and i dunno how much good speculating about it’s gonna do. what’s done is done.”

“Please. It’s the one answer I feel like I have any right to.”

He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets and leans back.

“yeah. i think i’d have done the same thing.”

Your chair creaks as you fall back into it, defeated.

“Why?”

“what do you mean, why? did it seem like i gave a shit who else i was hurting at the time?”

He slumps a little further down, and in a softer, more soothing tone, says, “what are you after? do i care now that i hurt your feelings? …yeah. not that it really counts for anything.”

“It counts,” you croak.

“hmm.”

He stands, finally.

“guess you’re right, though. i’d better be getting back to work.”

He shrugs on his wool coat and winds his scarf around his neck.

“you uh… you gonna be ok?”

Are you? Feels like… maybe not?

The sobbing starts, even as you will it not to- christ, no, anything but that.

“oh. uh. shit.”

People are staring, now. You hide your face behind your hands, try to even out your voice to reassure him and your new audience that no, really, you’re fine, but it just comes out all the more overwrought for your efforts. Sans is useless, grimacing, hands outstretched towards you, placating, like with a panicking animal, and it reminds you of the conversation you’d had that night, when you’d offered yourself up as a shoulder to cry on.

“you wanna get out of here?” he asks, and you nod, rolling your eyes at your own uninvited histrionics and swiping at your cheeks.

“k,” he says, and when you open your eyes again, you’re sitting on your couch, in your apartment.

“got tissues?”

You swallow.

“Uh, bedroom, but- please don’t go in there, it’s- it’s bad.”

“k.”

He returns a few seconds later with a handful of toilet paper, and you take it from him.

“hey. it’s gonna be okay. y’know why?”

You blow your nose.

“Why?”

“no matter what else happens, you’ll always know: you put the toilet paper on the holder the right way.”

You chuckle weakly into your wad of tissue.

“You’re right. I’ll always have that.”

He sinks down on the couch next to you. Not too close.

You sigh and slump forward, elbows on your knees, calmer now.

“Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen. The- you know, the turning on the waterworks in a sandwich joint. That was embarrassing. I’m embarrassed.”

“happens. plus, i think you’ve earned the right to cry.”

Your chin wobbles again, threatening.

“Oh? I have? Cool. ‘Cuz I don’t know what I have the right to feel, or do, right now. It all feels wrong.”

“yeah. i know,” he mumbles.

“Sometimes I start feeling sad, for me, because of what I’m about to lose because of this? But then- no, can’t do that, because- hey, maybe I should have thought of that before we-” you catch your breath.

“yeah.”

“I’m mad at myself, and I’m pretty okay with that. But then sometimes I think maybe I’m mad at you for like, seven different reasons, and half of those reasons conflict with each other, but I can’t even… stay mad at you like I think I want to.”

You aren’t looking at him, but you can feel his stare.

“like how?”

You poke and prod at your face, trying to relieve some of the tension headache that’s building around your eye sockets and temples.

“Like, as your friend, I’m annoyed that you put up with ALL of her bullshit. You’re such a doormat when it comes to her. But as her friend, I’m so fucking appalled that you’d sleep with me, her best friend, less than a month after the breakup of a like- how many years? Six?”

“…seven.”

“Seven year relationship. Fuck, sorry, not to belabor the point or anything, but- yeah.” You sniffle. “And then- here’s the kicker. Just as me, alone, not relative to anyone else- I keep wishing you’d just fucking stayed in bed after I poured my heart out to you. Like I have any right to feel that. And of all of it, all the shit, that’s the one that sticks the worst, so the rest don’t get a chance to mean anything.”

The second you turn your head to make eye contact with him, he’s there, leaning in, warm. Big old eye sockets looking at you just like you’d wanted for so long.

“i should’ve. i know.”

Your breath leaves you, almost-but-not-quite on a sob, as he kisses you, and everything is right and better, if only for a split second.

“Wait.”

“yeah- yes. ok.”

“What about-” you can’t bring yourself to speak to him more than a few inches removed from the kiss, as if tethered there by a spell, “-what about everything you just said, what- this isn’t fixing things.”

“no.”

“And I can’t- you can’t do this to me again.”

“i won’t. it won’t be like last time.”

“You can’t promise that,” you say as matter-of-factly as you can manage, given the circumstances.

“keep thinkin’ about how i can’t remember the last time i felt the way i did when you were sayin’ all that stuff about me.”

Your cheeks flush even harder, as if the rest of you hadn’t yet gotten the memo.

“That’s called an orgasm.”

The ridge above his nasal cavity scrunches up pleasantly when he laughs.

“We shouldn’t. If it was wrong before, it’s so much worse now.”

“i know.”

You cast your eyes aside to your front door, then down to where your hands are almost touching as you lean towards each other on the couch.

“You’re so full of shit, you know that?” you ask. “Fuck you for making me fall for it twice.”

Your eyelids flutter shut as you pull him in by the back of his neck.

THEN YOU FUCK AGAIN!!! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!!! HOW COULD YOU!!!

hehe

He keeps his promise, more or less. It’s not her he has to run off to, at the end. You both have half a day of work ahead of you. You’re both late, and it’s as good an excuse as any for you to pretend he won’t still be going home to her, later.

You still have questions. You can’t focus at work.

He never promised much of anything, you now realize. It felt like he was offering much more, but- so what? Is he actually done with her? After everything? What does this look like tomorrow? A week from now?

What, you seriously think he’s going to leave her for you? Only if she kicks him out, you think, bitterly. Which makes you what, exactly? A consolation prize for his neglected ego?

You call him right as you’re getting off work, but hang up before he can answer. You want the truth??? You can’t handle the truth!!!

Things get better as they get worse. He starts coming over to see you, at least once a day. He stays an hour or two when he can. He talks with you in bed.

Yours, now, you think, sometimes.

You don’t ask him when he’s going to tell her. He’s choosing you, so he has to, right?

He will. Soon.

*Now I’m looking back at the beginning of all this and I’m like-

Some thoughts??? Bitch! You just wrote most of the damn thing! And after you said you weren’t gonna!

…So CLEARLY I had like, a little more I evidently wanted to say about this fucking thing. So there you go???

GOD that was a lot of dashes in there though, huh? I didn’t even try to keep the number down.

Oops hehhe

But, uh, yeah! I don’t know how this ends! Or even, at the risk of sounding a bit pretentious, if it ends! Maybe everyone learns from their mistakes and suffers the consequences! Or maybe nobody does! Or maybe it’s a weird combination of learning and not learning and suffering and not suffering because it’s supposed to be like, way more complicated than that.

**Or maybe reader and Sans’s gf wind up auditioning for the same local network tv wrestling show and they have lots of sexual wrestling tension together and also reader has like a will-they-won’t-they thing with an 80s disaster caricature of Marc Maron and they both bond with a group of wonderful interesting women and get to create something bigger than themselves!

God, I love GLOW. Maybe just go watch GLOW instead of this, it’s like, basically the same thing only with more eighties vibes and less skeletons and more women’s wrestling and less magical penises.

So really, not the same thing at all except for the one plot point of sleepin’ with your best friend’s dude that they kind of share, but very very good, you know?

Anyway! I love getting asks (I apparently love them so much that I can’t help myself and end up writing almost an entire chapter just to answer them), and fleshing out all the vagueness a little more without the self-imposed pressure of having to finish it into something publishable was really fun. So thanks for this ask!

#ask #the-one-eyed-king-kaneki-ken #habby balentimes day #sorry mobile users i know this was long as shit #sorry everyone actually #sans/reader #for auld lang syne my dear

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animatedpileofbones · 6 years ago

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DA q's!! 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 11, 14, 17, 25, 33, 34, 37, 40, 42, 47, 51, 52, 60, 63, 66, 77, 78, 79, 98, and 99~! (◠‿◠✿)

eli i love you man here we go, this is long sorry but i have a Lot To Say! i literally wrote like 1500 words for these so it’s under a readmore.

1 how did you get into dragon age

i was on tumblr when inquisition came out and a lot of my friends and mutuals at the time suddenly became dragon age blogs for a while (some still are, howdy!) yEARS later i found origins on discount at gamestop and decided to check it out and whoops now i’m a fucking mess forever :)

4 about my warden(s)

My first, and most recently rehashed* warden was Gwinek, she was a casteless dwarf rogue, dual wielder. I didn’t know there were specific temperaments in this game like in 2 but I play her as gruff but fiercely loyal. She would do almost anything for her friends and sister, but is very naive in matters of magic. She romanced Leliana.

*rehashed because I came to the series completely blind, and as such made some not so great choices the first time around.

I also have an elven mage, named Lemmen, she was also a big helpy helperton but slow to trust. She romanced Alistair and I don’t like to think about that sacrifice. :’)

5 about my hawke(s)

My first Hawke was Marcel, a dual wielding rogue and I played him purple. He is big into his friends, obviously, but mostly just wants to be liked despite the fact that he is accidentally an asshole sometimes. He romanced Fenris. All my Hawkes romance Fenris. I love Fenris just so much and I keep telling myself one of these times I’m going to romance Isabela but then Fenris walks in all drama and vengeance and I’m just too gay to handle it. My latest Hawke was Lucien, a… purple dual-wielding rogue. He erred on the side of blue, though, whereas Marcel was vaguely red, so. Not Entirely the same but view my problem, especially going into...

6 about my inquisitor(s)

My first inquisitor was Vodahl Cadash, a… dwarven dual-wielding rogue. :) He was pretty anti-chantry but was also more invested in taking care of his crew than making enemies, preferring to let Josephine handle PR and just say what she told him to say while he supported his team as he saw fit. He lived for life on the road, mostly, an adventurer type, but whatever his inner circle needed, they got. He romanced The Iron Bull, because I’m a thirsty thirsty bitch. I rehashed the dwarven rogue in Heraht, this time romancing Dorian; Heraht was much more enamored with surface life, not necessarily Ferelden-style though. He was well manicured and a bit on the sarcastic side of charming. Right now i’m playing a human sword-and-shield warrior, Errol Travellyan, and he is accidentally just Dorian But From The Free Marches in personality. He can be easily frustrated, I play him fairly no nonsense at times but he’s trying to maintain his Approachable Facade. He’s…. also romancing Dorian OH NO

7 favorite origins backstory

Oooh this is tough because I love Leliana so much, and Alistair just makes me cry all the time I Love That Man, ooh this is tough but I think I have to say Morrigan. She is a story gift that keeps on giving, and I think this is because of what we learned in Inquisition. Without that info, I think… OH NO WAIT IT’S SHALE, HANDS DOWN IT’S SHALE

11 best hawke quote

it’s not specifically a quote but when you bring the viscount’s son back in act 1 and you can either keep your mouth shut about their disagreement or Well Actually yourself into that conversation, that’s my favorite.

14 favorite origins party combo

Before you get Shale, it’s Alistair, Leliana, and the dog. After Shale, it’s Shale, Leliana, and either Zevran or Alistair.

17 mabari name

In Origins, I named the mabari after a person from the backstory. For Gwinek it was Leske to keep her friend with her even now. For Lemmen it was Jowan, because at least the mabari would never let her down. In DA2, it was a family pet, so for Marcel it was named Champion, and for Lucien it was Handsome Cal, and you can envision all sorts of titles in there but I didn’t have enough characters. Lord Handsome Cal Esquire III (he was the first)

25 favorite inquisition place

It’s the Hissing Wastes for sure. It’s always dusk, it’s so vast and beautiful. I love just hanging out there.

33 favorite dragon age character overall

Hey Eli? I hate this question! I am doing my current playthrough solely for the benefit of Leliana this is true. But I have a horrible weakness for two (2) men, Fenris and The Iron Bull, I can’t choose between them, and also Varric, and, asdlfjasdf how could you do this to me? I also identify very heavily with Dorian, and, I’m going to just cry instead of answer this, how about that?

34 least favorite character

Oh it’s Anders no doubt, no question, I hate him. I hate him so much. Like don’t get me wrong, I am in full support of mages taking back their space in Thedas, I just. Have known guys like Anders and the way he hits on f!Hawke like immediately after his intro quest, y’know where we had to kill his boyfriend? felt so bad and just turned my mild irritation into full-on hate.

37 blood magic yes/no

Nope.

40 moment/action i regret in game

Just like everything with the ending of Origins. I don’t prefer to do the ritual with Morrigan because I tend to play women which means I need to coerce Alistair into doing it and I did that for exactly two savestates (one being my Cousland because I wanted to see how that went and then the first time around with Gwinek) thinking “this is the best long term post-game choice! Neither of us have to die! And I’m not even making him be king!” despite it sitting bitterly in the back of my mind the rest of the series. then comes Inquisition and the full consequences of my actions hit me like a brick in the face and I eventually scrapped that playthrough and went back and didn’t be a shithead shitbag, replaying Gwinek entirely so that choice wouldn’t have even begun to make sense to her. I regret that so much.

42 who do i wish i could romance

VARRIC “PARAGON OF MANLINESS” TETHRAS

47 best antagonist

Arl Rendon Howe from Origins, cos he was voiced by Tim Curry and that was just so sexy of a choice. In all seriousness though, Meredith from da2.

51 favorite warden/hawke/inq headcanon any/all

Lucien Hawke routinely had sleepovers at his estate in Hightown. He tried to a couple times while living with Gamlen, but everyone was too sad to indulge him.

Heraht nearly breaks up with Dorian on a near weekly basis whenever Dorian accidentally lumps him in with the Fereldens re: hygiene. Also, not a headcanon but just the way I played but the two of them absolutely had coordinating outfits at all times.

Gwinek shared tents with Wynne most nights, finding in Wynne the mother she wished she and Rica would have had.

Also with Gwinek, she may have helped her sister’s paramour become king but she doesn’t trust him half as far as she can throw him and comes down to Orzammar on the regs to make sure he’s treating Rica right, and he knows damn well that Gwinek put him into that throne and she Will take him back out of it, and he can’t do shit without risking absolute chaos.

This is also a good time to mention my ot3s: Hawke/Fenris/Isabela, Heraht/Dorian/Bull

52 favorite npc headcanons

Fenris took to reading rather easier than Hawke would have guessed, only Hawke didn’t know just how well Fenris had taken to it until years into their relationship because Fenris thought the “lessons” were cute.

The Iron Bull introduced hot cocoa to Skyhold and literally changed so many lives in that moment; quartermaster Morris pulled so many strings to get marshmallows in, and when they arrived the first time the celebration was almost a riot.

60 who do i wish had been given more story

Weird to say for the woman who had her own Origins DLC and also was pivotal in Inquisition, but Morrigan. She’s just really interesting to me. Also, Warden Stroud. I think he was just there to be the Easy Low Stakes Choice to leave in the Fade honestly but I hated not having a reason to care about him. I didn't play any da2 dlc tho.

63 best story moment

This is tough? I enjoyed the landsmeet in origins. I think most of da2 was great story. Except Orsino obviously. I think I’m just going to point to all of da2. Yeah.

66 something i hate about any of the games

it can’t seem to decide how it feels about the qunari. also that there are characters that absolutely are not straight that the writers decided Actually, Despite Everything, They Are Straight Actually :’)

77 what moment/memory still gives me chills/feels

Definitely definitely Dorian’s confrontation with his dad. That was so well acted, I felt that pain and betrayal so viscerally. It hurts every time. As for a different brand of chills, y’know when if you seduce The Iron Bull and stuff finally starts happening there, and he lifts the inquisitory by the wrists in One Hand and remember I was playing a dwarf, oo golly that shit is All I Need In Life

78 what am i hoping for in da4

More magic and Old Gods and stuff! More Morrigan? Familiar faces!

79 what am i worried about for da4

Familiar faces! :’) Also just so heavyhanded “morally gray” issues that is actually just bad edgy writing. Worried we will be racelocked like in 2 :(

98 if i could be any non human da species which/why

Dwarf, because halflings don’t exist in thedas and dwarves are fairly industrious as a culture

99 where would i live

Despite what I just said, I would probably live somewhere in the Free Marches! Kirkwall ended up pretty fucked and I am absolutely biased because da2 was my favorite.

#dragon age #101 dragon age questions #ask memes #not taz #space jaam #spacejaam #space-jaam

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ouranking · 6 years ago

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😳 🙄 😠 😮 😍

Munday Meme II Accepting II @withagentleheart

😳 ; What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc.

Oh gosh.. there are honestly a number of things! Let’s see here, well if we are talking about plots.. then I honestly would just want to use more of Tamaki’s AU Verses! Like I would love for an excuse to use his studying abroad verse, or I really want to write in his disowned verse!

As for characters.. oh gosh, i’m notorious for having a blog making problem. Honestly.. it’s not an exact character, but.. I miss playing females sometimes. Getting to reblog all the cute girly things that go along with a muse and it would just be..wonderful. Though if I had to pick an exact character to try.. gosh, see this is dangerous game for me.. I honestly don’t know? Whoops?

😠 ; Is there anything you dislike about your muse?

Hmm… well that’s hard to say, because I love Tamaki with all my heart. He is such a good boy and he does his best.. but If I had to pick something..Well i wish he would ask other’s for help more. I wish he would be more open about his loneliness, and about how much he misses his mom. But… he just packs that shit down deep and keeps that happy look about him. It breaks my heart honestly.

😮 ; What is your favourite thing about your muse?

Oh gosh.. I would have to say just how much he cares about people. He loves with all of his heart and just has so much love to give. Not only that but he is so protective of the people he loves, and he would do anything and everything to make sure they are safe and happy.

😍 ; Is there anyone who inspires you or that you look up to?

Oh gosh.. umm… hmmm.. Can’t I just say everyone? Tp be perfectly honest all of my RP partners inspire me to be a better writer. Their encouragement and thrill to write with any muse I take on has always just been so amazing. If I had to name some names… let’s see: @eternallives: Pheonix has just been a honest to god saint, and writing with them has been just such a source of joy for me. The fact that they are so willing to listen to my babbles and seem interested in all the things I manage to come up with just means the world to me. They encouraged me when I was unsure of my take on Yuuri, and I will be forever grateful for that.

@hatsuuharu: Liiiizzzzy! Oh gosh listen man, not only is their Hatsuharu spot on, but just.. seeing how much they care about the Haru and all the work they put into his characterization just inspires me to do my absolute best with Tamaki and to be a writing partner worthy of them!

@terraluminosa: Listen here, I love this human. This is a good human right here. Her love for YOI and just her vast knowledge of everything involving it is honestly awe inspiring. They are so fun to talk to and I love spending as much time as I can chatting about the ‘what ifs’ and ‘imagine this’ talks that we have. Not to mention they gave me the courage to take on a muse that is definitely out of my norm, and now I would die for one Seung-gil Lee.

Needless to say, they all inspire me to be a better writer and I am so happy to be friends with them!

🙄 ; What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr?

Oh gosh where does one even begin? I have so many pet peeves when it comes to tumblr but I don’t want to bore you all with my sheer level of salt. I mean let’s put it this way, I’ve been on tumblr for.. about 6 years now. I’ve come from some seriously shitty fandoms and have been through my fair share of crap. It took a long time for me to finally just put my foot down and not let people push me around anymore. I mean there are always the basic ones, like anon hate, not reading rules, not cutting posts, or not continuing a meme on a new posts, but those are all the normal common sense ones. But..

I can’t stand callout posts. They are what I call glorified witch hunts, it’s down right high school bullying behavior and I’m just not about that life. Very rarely does a callout post ever actually warn people about a seriously dangerous person, more often than not it’s a petty fight between muns and more often than not no one takes the time to actually do any sort of fact checking and so innocent people often get hurt and bullied in insane manners.

Just honestly nothing drives me more nuts than people on this site not treating others with some human decency just because they are on the internet and think they can get away with doing whatever they like. More often than not people seem to forge that we all roleplay for fun and none of this is suppose to be taken as seriously as it often does. I’m here to have fun, this is my escape from all of my real life problems.. it’s what makes me happy. But when people go around spreading such vile toxicity just because they can?.. It’s just sickening.

-Deep breaths-

Wow, I let more salt get out than I meant to, sorry about that.

#🌹 → the queen behind the scenes [ ooc ]#🌹 → Are you satisfied with your service? [ Inbox Interactions ]#withagentleheart

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hyyunjinn · 7 years ago

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I swear if I forgot someone, and I feel like I am because I’m so bad at keeping track of things, I’m gonna go scream. ALSO: all those tags and mentions I’ve been tagged in, I swear I saw them but it was usually when I’m in the middle of doing something and I didn’t want to reblog aND THEN I JUST LOST THE TAG so I’m sorry ; - ;

But uh, I. Reached. 3K. Followers. On this blog a while ago actually I’m just that lazy of a person and I never do anything on time. And I just wanted to say thank you so much for supporting me and screaming about Stray Kids daily? I haven’t been feeling the greatest emotionally which is why this might turn into a rant—but I just want to use my emotional energy for something good and that’s saying thank you! This is the first time a community has shown so much interest in my work and supporting it and I really, really can’t say how much I appreciate you all. I’ve been creating content for a while now, but it just never got the support I hoped for and,,, idk—just the fact that you guys like this blog just makes me so happy. And it’s not just the gifs: the gfx and writing that I post are the ones I care more about and I’ve gotten so many positive comments on it ahhhhhhh I want to hug each and everyone of you.

I know I don’t respond that well and those who tried to talk to me are probably disappointed by how I keep up a conversation but aklsfjasf I want to use this an appreciation post for all the wonderful people I met because of Stray Kids. Also, I want to say that, I’ve tried to talk and support you guys all—even if I don’t follow you, I lurk your blog and stuff—it’s just wow, we’re getting really big and I feel bad not being able to interact with everyone BUT I WANT TO SAY THAT ALL OF YOU ARE SO AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND YOU WORTH MORE THAN YOU BELIEVE YOU DO. I think it’s easier for me to talk about random stuff on kakaotalk so uhhh, if you wanna shoot me a message my id is cicikookie!

And just to my followers in general: thank you so much for sticking around haha. I see a lot of regular usernames and lurk sometimes haha so ;)) Thank you ♡

Thank you again for being so supportive and I love interacting with all of you: LET’S SUPPORT STRAY KIDS TOGETHER FOR A LONG TIME!

So, I guess I’ll start with the personalized messages:

@changlix Wow Lexi, you were my first friend in this fandom anD IDK WHAT IT WAS THAT MADE ME DROP MY USERNAME TO YOU BUT AKLSJFALSF LOL I’M SO GLAD WE’RE FRIENDS because everyone loves you and you’re amazing and I love your blog and everything and alskdfjaslfd you’re really crazy but I love you and ahHhHhhh. I know you’re busy with life, but whenever we talk even for like 2 messages at a time, I love it so much. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE WERE THROWING SHADE AT EACH OTHER EARLY ON. I still. Can’t believe. yOUR PROFILE PICTURE IS STILL HYUNJIN ON TWT WYD GIRL. And you calling me a hoe—wow, I keep that close to my heart. HAHA BUT ALL JOKES ASIDE, I appreciate you so much for being the inclusive self that you are and keep being amazing. Okay, I’ll admit: when you told me to “take care of your man properly or i’m coming for him cici” I THINK THAT’S THE REASON I’M STILL LOYAL TO HIM OR I WOULD’VE SWERVED AGES AGO. Thanks Lexi, you’re best ;) altho how could you come for him when i am taking care of him, traitor

@manny27lei I’m adding you here but I don’t even wanna write you anything hAH. YOU DON’T EVEN TALK ABOUT SK. MAKE A SIDEBLOG AND I MIGHT

jk ily thanks for listening to me cry everyday and laskfdjasf it’s crazy how we met because of sk but it’s not even because of sk, it’s because of svt whoops

@seungminty yOU’RE STILL MY FAVE SEUNGMIN STAN AND YOU FOREVER WILL BE. ULT SEUNGMIN STAN. And ofc vocal line enthusiast. Thank you for being you and asklfdjasldf goodness, sometimes I worry that you’re being too hard on yourself MAR ILY AND THE GC LOVES YOU AND BE CONFIDENT! YOU’RE AMAZING AND A TIIINY BIT OF YOURSELF GOTTA FLAUNT IT. You keep the chat going and ahhHhhH I don’t even know how much I want to say the fact that I appreciate you so much. Thank you thank you thank you ♡ random confession: you make me really soft because you’re so soft and i just wanna hug you until everything goes well for you

@princeminho ASFKLJASLFD MAHI! MY CEREAL BUDDY! I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WERE A actually, the fact that he was your icon should’ve told me bUT WHAT. MINHO STAN SINCE DAY ONE? WHY DID IT TAKE YOU SO LONG TO ADMIT IT AHAHHAHAHAH I’M STILL SO SHOOK. You’re so lowkey about your love for him and I feel and it’s really cute and lksadfjalsd FAVE MINHO STAN BC I DON’T FEEL LIKE I NEED TO FIGHT YOU UNLIKE SOMEONE/ Thank you for just hanging around and taking our shit and just being you—I love talking to you so much, you’re so amazing and ♡♡♡♡♡

@9traykids I give up. You can have Minho. You save me every time you send in Hyunjin photos and I cannot appreciate you enough hAH THEY’RE SO CUTE AND I JUST START SPAZZING OUT AND ALSFJDASDF that one photo where you badly edited with “i ♡ cici” I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THAT AHHHHH. stop making me cry ; - ; I love talking to you and you’re so randomly funny and laskdfjasf THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU ILY ♡♡♡♡♡

@seungchanie HI YOU AMAZING PERSON I LOVE YOU SOSOSOOSOSO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. I’m not quite even sure how we met but it’s like one of those friendships where it feels like it’s been forever because, everything is just a blur but there are good moments, you know what I mean? Vale, I love you so much—you’re so cute and friendly and whenever we talk, I get so excited because you’re so excited and hehe aHHHHHHHH LEMME JUST HUG YOU. You’re always there and yOUR CONTENT. I LOVE YOUR CUTE LITTLE FANARTS AND THAT 3RACHA SCIFI AU WTF I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR YOUR AMAZINGNESS. You have a really simplistic style and I love it so much mwah

@hyunjinh laksdjf hi jas!! oKAY CAN I JUST SAY YOU’RE PROBABLY MY TUMBLR CRUSH BUT LIKE, WE TALKED BEFORE BUT I STILL DON’T ASLKDFJASD IDK YOU’RE REALLY COOL AND I REALLY LIKE TALKING TO YOU but idk how to keep a convo going and ahHhhHh LOWKEY BLUSHING BC I REALLY LIKE YOU HAHAH you’re really amazing and I love your blog and I hope we can become better friends hehe.

@straykidzz OKAY TBH IDEK WHEN OR HOW BUT THE FACT THAT WE NEVER HAD LIKE, A PROPER CONVERSATION and yet we act like good friends is aslkdfjasldf—maybe it’s a mutual thing hehe aHHH MANDA ILYSM AND JUST SEEING YOU ON MY DASH MAKES ME SO HAPPY. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been here as long as me heheh. I hope we get to know each other better and skajflasdf W A H ♡♡♡♡♡♡ TAKE MY HEARTS

@chanbng Fishy, you. are SO AMAZING — we never seem to be on the chat at the same time but you’re so sweet and lasdfjasdlf wow i’m highkey crushin haha AHHHHHHHI JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH AND THANKS FOR BEING YOU and i hope we get to talk more heheh

@aussieline KLASDFJALKSDF YA BIBI WE NEVER ACTUALLY HAD A REAL CONVERSATION BUT JUST, THIS MUTUAL THING WE GOT GOING ON? ILYSM YOU ARE SO AMAZING AND YOUR ARTWORK ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH we gotta talk more omg but thank you for providing my dark life with cute fanart and cute tags, you’re adorable

@jeongin-ie sup smol softie ilySM WE GOTTA START CHATTING FOR REAL OR SMTH YO which means i should be the one who sends the message but laskdfjsadf i su k but i also want to be better friends with you ; - ; hit me up with your kkt thO THEN WE CAN CHAT PLSPSPSLSPSL i hate chatting on tumblr lmao CJ, YOUR WORK IS AMAZING AND YOUR BLOG IS CUTE AND YOU’RE CUTE thanks for being you :)

@strgaykids Okay. I SAW YOUR 3K POST THING AND YOU ARE SO PRETTY I NEARLY FELL OFF MY CHAIR CONGRATS ON HITTING THE MILESTONE TOO! You make the fandom so much more fun and I love the shitposts you have TBH, I REALLY HOPE WE GET TO BECOME FRIENDS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU SEEM, I was gonna say chill, but maybe lit? but that doesn’t really make anysense—tHE POINT IS: hiimciciandihopewe’lltalklaterinthefuturehehebyegottablast

@spearbin asklfjdsaldf pffffffft Camille right? YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND I JUST, LOVE YOU AS A PERSON AND SEEING YOU SPAZZ OUT IN THE TAGS IS SO CUTE and i have a highkey tumblr crush on you but like, we’ve interacted before and >///< AHHHH HIHIHI I REALLY WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND BUT I’M SUPER AWKAWRD I HIGHKEY HOPE YOU DON’T SEE THIS BUT YOU PROBABLY WILL AND PFFFFFT I’LL JUST, LEAVE NOW

@chanskitty AHHHHH DIAN HOW ARE YOU?????? I know we don’t talk as much anymore but — ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ You’re so amazing and chill and ahhhhhhhh. You are taking care of yourself right? Getting sleep? I HOPE WE GET TO TALK MORE SOON ♡ I’LL SEND A MESSAGE OR SMTH tag you in something????/// :DD

@realstraykids Did you know it took me a couple of weeks (or was it days) after following you to realize that your url is the same handle as Stray Kids’ official ig name alskfdjasdf I FACEPALMED MYSELF SO HARD LMAO — also hold on, I didn’t know you’re minho bIASED AH YESSSSSSSSSS Em. I really hope we get to know each other better beCAUSE YOU’RE SO COOL AND I LOVE YOUR EDITS SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH They’re really different but a good kind of different and tell me your ways of sitting in front of a computer screen and masking each frame of a moving object hOW I HATE DOING THAT

@stray-k1ds hOLy cow I don’t think i actually know your name—is it Tiffany? I THINK WE FORGOT TO INTRODUCE OURSELVES—I’m Cici! AND I LOVE TALKING TO YOU YOU’RE SO CUTE AND LASKFJAAKD I love your cute little scenarios and all that and keep up the good work!!!!!!! I HOPE WE CAN BECOME BETTER FRIENDS AY

@jeongn pfft Nicolle, you actually haVEN’T DONE ANYTHING IN A WHILE THAT MADE ME WANT TO BLOCK YOU AHAHHALSFKJASLDF i still can’t get that image of tired chan and his accent coming out whAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME you can be so cool and so fREAKING TALENTED I CAN’T BELIEVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU FOLLOWS M E. I love the times we do actually talk, so! :))) I hope we become better friends ayyYyyyyYYY

@stray4419 hehehehehe i know we just started talking but Chi, you are so kindhearted and i’ve said it twice and i’ll say it again: thank you so so so much for personally offering me a shoulder to cry on haha. You have no idea how touched I was and I really can’t thank you enough. LET’S MEET UP SOMETIME AND CRY ABOUT STRAY KIDS TOGETHER YO AHHHHHHHHH

@woojinskids eASILY YOU’RE MY FAVE WOOJIN STAN M. YOU’RE SO SOFT FOR HIM AND READING YOUR TAGS FOR HIM IS SO CUTE I actually fall in love with him even more every time you talk about him aahahh I know we don’t talk as much but I really love seeing you around ♡

@chxngbins NehaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I MISS TALKING TO YOUUUUUUU and your old username not gonna lie alskdfjasdf whoops but AHHH YOU’RE SO CUTE and smart wow and asldfkjsdf I wish I was as levelheaded as you pFFT. You are so amazing and smol and i associate you with that picture of namjoon eating pizza lmao BUT AHHHH KEEP BEING YOU ILYSM

@felixsfreckles I WAS LOOKING THROUGH MY FOLLOWING LIST AND ASLKDFJASLDFK WTF I CAN’T BELIEVE I WASN’T FOLLOWING YOU THE ENTIRE TIME i feel so bad omg i’m sorry—actually hold on, are you not a felix stan anymore wH A T. but alskfa hiiiiii thanks for being amazing!!!!!!!! idk, you’re like one of those mutuals that, I’m sorta comfortable knowing that you exist? because you are so nice and we’ve been on here for so long kinda thing haha ♡

@bunny-minsungie asfjkdhsda I KNOW OUR CHAT IS PRETTY MUCH ALL BUSINESS SOUNDING/RELATED NOW BUT I JUST WANNA TAKE THE TIME TO SAY THANK YOU FOR BEING AMAZING and doing so much ; - ; Now that I think about it, we don’t even talk about anything else noooooooo but I really appreciate you Lys ♡ and that demon!hyunjin au is seriously taking over me omf

@bbang-channie Dude Leah, you are so cool omg—you’re so inviting and fun to talk to and AHHHHH I REALLY HOPE WE GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER BECAUSE LKSDJAFLSDF FROM THE SHORT TIME WE’VE TALKED VIA GCs, I love it ; - ; UGH I FEEL SO BAD FOR NOT KNOWING WHAT ELSE TO SAY BUT!!! I APPRECIATE YOU BUDDY!!

@seoracha I KNOW YOU’RE NOT EVEN HERE ANYMORE but i just wanna say you the craziest triple biaser i’ve met probably the only triple biaser i know and honestly idek how your brain works but lmao miri you’re so cool ily

@utlwoojisung @kim-squishmin @doublekn0t @chanyeolsidepiece @vallkyr @hi-hello32 @sparklingthoughtss @straykidding @indiepoptime @f3lix-lee @ultchris @maaatryoshka @straykidsstan @softlix OKOK I KNOW WE’VE TALKED BEFORE/ARE MESSAGING/SOMEHOW INTERACTED AND YOU SEEM COOL but alksdfsd like, I don’t know you guys as well bUT I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU ALL TOO AND I HOPE WE CAN GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER! :))

Ummmm, here are people that I follow and don’t really know but uhhhh ihopewegettotalkonedayahahiwantmorefriendsandyouguysseemreallycooltotalktoahhh @jicue @chans97 @cosychans @lees-minho @leefelixs @chngbins @changbinsplushie @starrykids @softstraykids @sprearb @stray-keeds-in-yo @straykeeds @hyuunjins @bvian @straybros @straykidsmp3 @straykiz @straybabies @stkids @1straykids @felixeslee @jeonginie @jeongin @str4y-kids @bchanies @changbln

#THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN A MILLION TIMES OVER ; - ;#cici's stray thoughts #milestone

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