#aaahhh the good old days

[hellenhighwater]

I know I'm a wholeass adult with a house and a law degree and whatever but sometimes I decide its time to not cook and I get out the little sandwich press and turn a whole bag of bread into PBnJ uncrustables and honestly it's great

[miyaz6ki]

❝ 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ❞ hsr x reader 𓆩 𓇼 𓆪

pairings. dan heng, caelus, sampo, welt yang, gepard, blade, jing yuan, luocha x gn!reader

a/n: i miss getting silly little reuqests like this . send me requests guys (if u snet a req b4 its not in the swag askbox anym sighhh), reupload from old blog!!

warnings:oh no SEX AND NSFW AAAHHH, breeding kink caelus, jing yuan, and blade, bc yes!!. kinda bdsm w blade, praise kink w jing yuan, degrading kink w blade, kinda sadist sampo, belly bulge 👍👍, fingering BUT NOT IMPLIED FEM READER 🤬🤬

dan heng is more than happy to be yours, legally, and to be the man to put a ring on your finger. has waited his whole life for this moment, to see you walk down the aisle and everything. and nothing more than finally carrying you in his arms to the bedroom of your newly built house. but having your hands pinned to the bedframe, as his cock is so brutally penetrating your hole, and he can't help but praise you for being such a good pet and taking all of him in you. the endless thrusts you felt that kept coming, and your hole so easy to work himself in and out from all the cum from the rounds that happened hours ago, it felt so endless in your mind, but dan heng couldn't help but indulge himself into you, because you're finally his, and he's finally yours. more under the cut.

caelus thought he was foreign to this kind of stuff, like no one would ever would love him like that back. but he's here now, and you are too. picks you up bridal style on the way up stairs, ripping your wedding dress off. (not rly, just takes it off you, but lets just say he did) all he wants is to literally fill your precious hole up with his seed :(( can't help but go another round, because his stamina was just too much for you to handle, but all it did was turn him on more! the way his cock made such a cute mark on your tummy.. he couldn't help but cum at the sight of how your poor hole will remember the shape of his cock, and his alone.

sampo..? i'm surprised someone actually married him, anyways! kind of rough with it honestly, still type of guy to just ravage himself in you. taking his sweet time, especially when you were so close.<3 your expression, and the way you were just whimpering, and begging for him to just harshly thrust into you to finish it up. all he could say was "i wanna make this night extra memorable for you, and me~!", wants to be begging for his cock to just shoot his warm seed into you already.

welt yang.. all i gotta say is that he's overjoyed, over the moon that he got married to someone as amazing, stunning, to be his world, his everything, the person he'd start a family with. but before all of that, ever since you both started your relationship, he promised himself, that on the night of your marriage, that's when he'd give you the time of your life. a time where you'll always remember. remember the way his huge cock would just be so rough with you aa, just wants you to get every drop of his cum till your belly bulge that he put inside you is so full of his seed, or that your hole will always remember the shape of his dick muahahahshhdkfjvi

gepard my man! already planned it out, knows exactly how the night will go, maybe.. but whatever happens tonight will be according to a plan. probably saved his virginity for this moment, he.. he's tried reading about it, just lets the night go as it is... i guess.. but dear god he really did not hold back, as soon as you gave the go sin that he could go as rough as he wanted, bro wouldn't hesitate AT ALL. just wants to see you so full of his cum it hurts mfmfjfjfjfn. he's jerked off to this moment before too, and the way you just take all of him in, he loves ot so muchh! will breed you like crazy, no joke, even if you're a guy, bro will say he's gonna get you pregnant. anyways, he'll be soft and gentle w u in bed if you want, but if u ever say to go faster, good luck in that wheelchair next day ‼️‼️

blade?!? getting married?!? damn!! very rough, lowkey forgets about you when he's at his climax. but he didn't really plan for it, just let the night play out. oh i have to say this but silver wolf is the flowergirl, kafka is maid of honor, and nanook walks him down the aile. anyways, bro doesn't hesitate to just absolutely breed you, be honest cause i know this man wants kids. and you will have them, don't give a fuck if you a man, he will breed yo ass. licks up the excess seed that didn't, or couldn't fit in your hole that was already so full of his seed. thank you 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥‼️

jing yuan!! oo he is probably the same as gepard, will plan it out, but probably won't go to plan at all. and probably has read smutty books too, just in case. and wow that really helped because just as long as you ask bro to go faster, he will non stop breed you 'till you have like 3 generations of heirs for him. jokes aside, but he would breed you so bad. just needs to see your hole so full of him that it's too much, and won't fit anymore! probably makes you sit on his face once or thrice after all those rounds of pounding you too ;3

luocha.. hmm, if you think about it really hard, lowkey dislikes the idea of sex at the wedding night, but we do not think about it really hard, he does it anyway!! he is the type to know all your spots, all the right places to make you cream on his cock over and over again, cuz bro is a doctor. and would finger you like crazy while making out before the actual intimacy. bro is so careful with you like you are as fragile as glass. his kink is just your whole body. everything about you, your curves, your thighs, your neck, he wants everything, and thats why he'd do it on the wedding night of his!!!

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[misguidedasgardian]

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA I.

I. Antithesis

Summary: You had always wanted to marry, so you welcomed the man your mother chose for you with open arms, you never thought you’d come willingly to your own cage

Warnings: Use of she/her pronouns, reader has hair, Ancient Rome accuracies and inaccuracies, arranged marriages, age difference (Marcus is late forties reader is 20), cursing, use of historic characters that don’t belong on this timeline, and other sort of inaccuracies (i'm not an historian), MIGHT MISS SOME WARNINGS I did not checked this before i posted... much... I ws excited

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: AAAHHH made a tiny mistake in the prologue, Rome is not a Republic at this time… hasn't since like 28 AC, and we are here at like 209 D.C so… jejeje Empire it is! sorry about that…ANYWAYS, THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY “THE SOLDIER IN THE ARMOUR” by the coolest @stylesispunk

You had such beautiful dreams that when you opened your eyes and saw out of the window at the warm sun falling over the garden, you smiled.

Since Cecilia’s wedding a week ago you had been like walking on clouds, some day soon Lucius was going to ask your mother for your hand in marriage, his father was going to give a proposal your mother was not going to be able to refuse. And you sighed contented at the very thought of it. Although Summer was ending, fall was quickly upon you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock. 

“Good morning love”, you smiled as you saw your mother entering your rooms, after letting herself be known. 

“Well, good morning mother”, you greeted with a soft smile. You knew her, better than she believed, and you knew there was something bothering her, and that had to do with you, but you didn’t press her.

“Why don’t you get dressed, and we eat something in the gardens?”, she asked softly. You only nodded.

Maids came inside and helped you get dressed, they fixed your hair, and helped you put on fine gold jewelry in your arms and fingers. 

Then you were escorted by your very mother Lucilla to the garden that was in the center of the villa. You took a seat at the table right in the edge of the fountain, its magical sounds of running water always put a smile on your face, and the day was set to be beautiful, you enjoyed the warm morning sun, still not as scolding like midday, while the maids brought you delicious food to eat. 

You started right away, and then you noticed your mother wasn’t eating, she was looking at you in the way that she wanted to know your very thoughts, so you interrupted your assault on the breads, cheeses and honey, and gave her your undivided attention. 

“After much thought…”, she began, looking at you with what you recognized was that look she gave you, when you had done something naughty but in an innocent way, and she was trying to explain what you had done wrong and why. “I have decided who you must marry”, she said carefully.

You smiled widely, but that is what concerned her, even though you didn’t know it then

“Really? Has Lucius’ father already spoken to you?”, you asked her, excited for what the Parcae might have weaved for your destiny 

“No my love”, she said gently, she moved uncomfortably on her set weight next to you, caressing your arm. You didn't hide your disappointment, but you trusted your mother above anyone else.

It had always been her and you, since Lucius was sent away, since your grandfather and then uncle perished. She had raised you alone, with caring hands and soft words, mostly in the country, or in the very guts of Rome itself. Under the shadow of the imperial palace.

You were excited to get married, since your mother told you it was time, that you were old enough and a bit more, you wanted to fall in love with your husband, to have beautiful children, to have a villa to call your own home, to love and be loved, to secure a place in this world, for you, for your mother, for your family.

Your mother has also spoken to you about it, numerous times, about Rome, about what it could be, and you wanted to be a part of that, marry a good man that could help you in building it, for everyone to come. So now, as your mother had chosen a husband for you, you knew it had to be the very best man in the Empire

“Is it Publio Cornelio Scipio?”, you asked then, to help ease her tongue, as she seemed visibly concerned. You were equally excited for the Patrician man, you haven't personally met him, but he had divorced his wife recently and his exploits as General of the Empire were legendary. You had seen him engaging your mother in conversation in the latest event.

“No…”, she chuckled softly

“Is it…?”

“Amica mea”, she chided softly, you closed your mouth and you looked back at your mother wide eyed 

“I’m sorry”, you mouthed, as you couldn’t hide your excitement, she chuckled, easing her nerves.

“You must marry… Marcus Acacius”, she said softly, and you couldn’t hide your surprise.

You truly didn’t know how to feel about that. 

“General Marcus Acacius?”, you asked her, frowning, she nodded, you called upon the image of him to the forefront of your mind.

One of the greatest generals of Rome, you saw his face as clear as day, as he was standing right in front of you. He had a memorable face, you thought, he was very handsome, with that prominent nose of his, symbol of his long patrician lineage, and those sweet dark eyes. He was tall and broad, with those dark curls, a bit tainted by time… 

You found yourself smiling softly

He was handsome, from a good family, he was powerful, he was older than you, as you thought he was the same age as your mother, but it could be worse, you believed. 

“Dear”, your mother called, she couldn't identify the face you had made. She was trying hard to read your thoughts

“Why?”, you asked her then looking at her with curiosity

“I believe him to be the right man for you”, she said, “he will protect you, he was a dear friend to your father, and a loyal soldier to your grandfather”, she said gently, “and he is my dearest friend, I trust him with you”, she explained, “I believe he will care for you, as I would”

“Oh”, you muttered simply. “But… Did he ask you for my hand?”, you asked then, as he would never even look in your direction, you had never thought of a moment in which he had given any signs of… wanting you, wanting to marry you.

“Well…”, she began, she again looked conflicted, “yes”, she said then, smiling softly, “he asked me personally, and I couldn’t refuse him”, she assured you, and that made your stomach flutter, as it was filled with butterflies  

“He did?”, you asked, the excitement returning to your face

“Yes my darling”, she whispered happily. A small lie, what wrong could possibly come from it?

You look down again, thinking about Lucius, about the future you had fantasized about, about what he had said

“But… Lucius…”, you mumbled, “he said his father was going to speak to you”, you murmured, looking up at her

“I know my love”, she said with a soft smile, she grabbed your hand softly, her face got serious all of a sudden, “but I do not trust them”, she said firmly, “you are the granddaughter of Marcus Aurelius”, she said, “your blood is the one of emperors and empresses”, she said, “that cannot be taken lightly…” 

“Are you saying that Lucius would have tried to… manipulate me?”, you asked, “use me?”, it was odd, this feeling that settled in your chest, you had never seen your mother like this, so worried, so… so… decisive. She had never spoken to you like this either, never spoken about such things

Her silence spoke volumes so you just lowered your eyesight back to your lap, playing with your fingers nervously.

“Are you certain?”, you just asked dumbly, “that…”

“I cannot take that chance”, she said, sometimes, a very few times, her tranquil voice unnerved you, “you are one of the two most important people to me, I cannot trust just anybody with you, my love, my daughter”, your mother never mentioned your brother, not anymore, so her only implying it made you realise how much she wanted this.

She had your best interests at heart, did she not? she was your mother, the person you loved the most, you had to trust her, above anyone else.

But Lucius, the handsome man you liked… you shook your head softly, you then raised your eyes to look at your mother

“I’ll marry Marcus Acacius mother”, you whispered, she smiled, contently

“You won’t regret it, my love”, she said, “he’ll be joining us this afternoon, to begin the preparations for the betrothal”, that was incredibly fast, you thought.

It was ominous, as the summer was ending. If you wanted to marry this year, it had to be soon, before the winter. 

That made you feel lightheaded 

Now your mother seemed visibly relaxed, smiling softly. She ate fruits and pieces of bread, she would find you staring, and just smile at you.

An uneasy feel settled in your chest, but… you believed it was the obvious nervousness of the whole ordeal.

You were set to marry General Marcus Acacius 

And he was coming to your home. 

You didn’t know how to feel, you certainly were truly nervous, as you finished your breakfast slowly, alongside your mother, who didn’t seem less nervous than before you told you about her decision. 

As you wanted the midday to last as much as it could, the sun moved relentlessly through the skies, the day went by and suddenly guards were telling you they had spotted a commitive led by Marcus up the Via.

You were fidgeting so much your mother grabbed your hand reassuringly, stopping your nervous movements with your fingers, you raised your eyes to look at her and she smiled softly at you, nodding surely, you returned the gesture, only for you both to turn towards the doors that opened slowly, through which appeared the general himself.

He was a sight, with or without the armour he looked just as imposing.

“My lady”, he grabbed your mother’s hand first, and kissed it, smiling at her and she smiled at him brightly back, then he turned to you.

The way he looked at you… you couldn’t read it, you couldn’t find anything within those dark eyes, but he grabbed the hand you offered him and kissed it too, his gaze not leaving yours

“My lady”, he repeated

“General”, you greeted back, even more nervous now that you had him at arm’s length 

“You should call me Marcus”, he said softly, finally drawing a small smile for you, you smiled back

“Yes… Marcus”, it sounded so strange in your mouth, so raw, without his rank as the distinctive.

“Let’s take to the gardens”, it was your mother’s favorite place in the villa, as was yours. She insisted you two sat next to one another on the round wooden table. His presence was warm, imposing, he wasn’t even touching you and you could feel the heat emanating from him. Your mother seemed more relaxed, as since she told you of her intentions she had been walking from one place to another, making the maids cook a rich lunch and clean all around the villa, as if Marcus Acacius was going to look under each furniture looking for lint rabbits. 

The very thought of the General kneeled down on the floor looking under the triclinium made you stifle a little giggle. Both of them looked at you, but only your mother just smiled at you, content.

But as you looked up at Marcus and smiled at him, you realised that he paid you little mind before he turned to your mother.

You watched attentively, but they engaged in conversation between themselves, more than with you, he spoke about his latest campaigns at the north of Gaul, known as Gallia Belgica, you listened attentively at his experiences, you found it fascinating.

Before your tutor retired, he would teach you about history and geography, things some normally would teach a male heir, and not a girl like yourself, but you enjoyed it so much, your mother allowed it, maybe even encouraged it. 

But soon you’d realise that no matter how many questions you had, neither Marcus nor your mother would give you space to ask them. So you got quiet and played nervously with the rings in your fingers.

Have you forgotten yourself? Were you supposed to keep your mouth quiet? Was that the proper thing to do? you had forgotten all about it. You had never attempted to entertain a future husband before… But you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done something wrong?

As it was only you and your mother, and you didn't have a father, you didn’t really understand how the betrothal and marriage was supposed to come to be, since you didn’t have  a paterfamilias, and your mother couldn’t fill that role, no matter she was the daughter of an emperor, no matter if she was still called a Princess by the people of Rome who adored her. 

So you couldn’t quite know, right now… you found it odd, as you watched them speaking with smiles on their faces… but, since it was you he wanted to marry, the one he proposed to, shouldn’t he be trying to make conversation with you?

Well… you guessed everything had to go through your mother first, he was being courteous, it was customary, was it not?

When his gaze found you, you realized you had been staring at him, like a little girl who believed to be in love. So you lowered your gaze to the table in front of you. You heard him emit a low chuckle, and kept speaking with Lucilla

Eventually your mother seemed to remember you were there, she turned to you and directed the conversation towards you

“I think it would be best for you both to get married as soon as we can make it happen”, she said. Marcus’ face turn serious all of a sudden, turning to you

“It would be my greatest honour, to marry you, my lady”, he said, the second time he directed his words to you the whole afternoon

“As it would be mine… Marcus”, you said with a shy smile, finally raising your gaze to meet him.

“The betrothal must take place first, but…”, she hesitated, “we need to seek the blessing from the Gods”

“You mean the emperors?”, asked Marcus, his tone was laced with seriousness

“We must”, she said

When your uncle passed, with no male heirs of his own, the senate gathered after a hundred years to decide the fate of Rome, one among them raised, taking power… he did not please the senate and he was killed, after 87 days in the throne, then came another, chosen by the senate, but not by the armies, that one lasted 66 days before he was killed by the generals. 

Then came Septimio Severus, he had the power of the military, o he threatened the Senate, and he remained in power for ten years, until last year, where he passed by natural causes, or so they say, leaving in power his twin sons Caracalla and Geta 

A different dynasty from yours… but…

“Little sister!”, greeted Caraclla as he saw you passing through the huge gates of the imperial palace. You had gone straight after the meeting in your house, after all, they were close as both your Villa and the Imperial palace was atop Palatine HIll.

They received you in the entrance hall, where a beautiful big pond was across the room and was decorated with marble statues and plants and flowers. It was a magnificent room that led to the main Via of Rome. 

The twins stood together, dressed in gold and heavy jewelry, as they used to do, the unique colour of their hairs was accentuated by a simple gold crown. 

You just stood still with a soft smile as Geta grabbed you, kissing both your cheeks 

“Salve, my sister”, he said, nodding at you, you smiled brightly at him, he went to greet your mother as Caracalla giggled at you.

“Salve, little one”, he said, even though they were only a couple years older than you. 

“Lucilla dear, you are always a vision”, said Geta, “General”, he greeted them.

The twins looked so out of place, you thought, like yourself, when you played dress up with your mothers tunics and gowns. But they were emperors, fitting properly in their robes or not.

“We present ourselves today, to ask for your blessings for a union of marriage”, your mother started with a soft smile

“For you?”, asked Caracalla, looking at your mother, then at Marcus, “it was time…”

“No, for my daughter, and General Acacius”, she said then, and Geta turned straight to you with a shocked look on his face. Caracalla behind him giggled, sitting himself on the reclinium behind him.

“Is this your will?”, asked the older brother, more concerned for the matter at hand as Caracalla, who seemed bored to be here, like he had been drawn out of bed. 

“Yes”, you said simply, smiling at him reassuringly, turning to Geta, who seemed truly concerned, he then turned and saw Marcus, standing there very firm and stiff, his eyes locked in the older Emperor. Geta then turned to you again with the question still lingering in his mouth. “Marcus Acacius is a great man, a hero of Rome, and I want to marry him”, you said, with a firmness that surprised even you, “this marriage will bring stability to my family, and to Rome”. Geta was pleased then, smiling brightly 

“You are a princess of Rome!”, he said, pointing at you, “granddaughter to an emperor, and myself, as emperor…”, Carcalla giggled by Geta’s side, interrupting him, making the oldest twin look at his brother with anger, but then he turned back again to you theatrically, arms wide open, “I am your paterfamilias, the leader of your Imperial household, and as such…“, he raised one of his fingers with chunky gold rings, he looked at Acacius and smiled widely, he took two long, slow paces and grabbed the general’s face making you wince, “I’ll allow it, I’ll allow this marriage, between the littlest princess of Rome, and our best General Marcus Justus Acacius”, he chanted, slapping the chest of your future husband, and then finally releasing him. 

You were surprised how impassive Marcus seemed, even though Geta was squishing his cheeks he didn’t move an inch or made a face. 

“Feliciter!”, giggled Caracalla, it was barely after midday and yet… he seemed… like he had indulged a bit too much in his wine. 

“Let me host the betrothal party”, said Geta. Back to Lucilla, who was smiling softly

“You honor us, emperor”, said Acacius firmly

“Yes! party! exactly what we needed”, the younger brother giggled yet again, as he seemed to pick up just what he wanted from the conversation. As you gazed upon him now, he seemed… paler than when you last saw him.

They were a bit older than you, and you remembered playing with them in the royal palace when their father and mother still lived, shortly after he came to power. A lot of things have happened since then. 

As you looked at Acacius, you wondered how he felt, how he really wanted to do this, as he stood impassive, with that serious look on his face, his gaze lost at some point in the wall behind you.

Although you wouldn’t know what to say to him, you found yourself wanting to speak to him, for him to talk to you, all the words towards you were cordial, and you wondered if that’s the way it went with the other marriages around important families, if it was supposed to  be this… formal

You found yourself wondering if the betrothal with Lucius would have gone the same way. 

“A party with the most important families of Rome”, said Caracalla, “in honour of the little princess of Rome, and our best General”, he sentenced, “and games as well! for the wedding! for next week!”

“So soon?”, Marcus’ voice truly surprised you then

“Why would you want to make your future bride wait any longer?”, asked Geta, almost mockingly

“We were thinking Ianuarii for the wedding”, [January] interfered Lucilla, “as is the most prosperous months for marriages to come”

“Fine!”, relented Geta, “but the betrothal is happening here”, he insisted, “a week from now”

You nodded, contended. You were barely in September

More than a celebration you felt like this whole chain of events was a chariot led by wild horses in a chariot race, once the race began, there was no stopping it

You always knew you were going to get married, although you never pictured being this way.

It was a day like any other, since last week you had not seen Acacius, and that ade feel uneasy. Ws he ever the patient, calculated man? Was he not nervous as you were? You guessed he wasn’t, he was a seasoned soldier and now general, he had fought in wars and conquered cities, and you were a young woman. 

But the way he wouldn’t even show a pinch of emotions really made you feel uneasy, nothing? not a warm look your way?

So now you were even more nervous, as the maids fixed your hair. It was only the betrothal today, you were not getting married but you were going to promise to do it. You were going to exchange gifts and sign the pact.

“You look beautiful”, muttered your mother, caressing your shoulders, looking at you through the polished metal you used as a mirror

“I’m not wearing anything special”, you whispered, a bit shy, only a white tunic with red and gold lining, and beautiful jewelry your mother lent you. Your hair was covered by a thin golden veil. 

The day was beautiful, and the sun was hiding in the horizon when you met in the imperial gardens, with the emperors, Marcus Acacius, and many witnesses, members of the Senate, and other important figures 

Marcus stood before you, dressed in deep red and golden jewelry, his curly hair was lustrous and seemed soft to the touch. You felt your cheeks heated at the very thought of combing his curls with your fingers

You stood in front of him, and by the side of Geta, who was preceding the short ceremony 

What separated you from the guests was a big golden table, beautifully carved with the figures of the Shewolf, eagles and Laurels. 

Your stomach was twisted in knots since you woke up, not like you slept many hours anyways, and no soft encouraging words from your mother could change that. You were getting betrothed to be wed today, you were standing beside the man himself. Soon everyone got quiet, and the ceremony began. 

“I, Marcus Justus Acacius, promise to take (Y/N) Aurelia Verus into marriage”, he said loudly, as he was commanding his army, he raised his arm, in your direction, he looked at you with soft eyes, and you felt your hand embarrassingly sticky with your sweat. You looked at Geta expectantly, so he then smiled at you too. 

“I, Publius Septimius Geta, promise to deliver my good sister (Y/N) Aurelia Verus to the manus of Marcus Justus Acacius, to be married”, he spoke out loud and proud, with a hint of amusement in his voice, he then grabbed your hand and placed it atop Marcus extended one, “and give a dowry of a hundred thousand Denarii”, you heard exclamations from the public at that was a gigantic amount, even Marcus seemed uncomfortable by it. 

You then heard applause, but you didn’t care, as Marcus Acacius gave you a golden ring, with a precious stone in it. He placed it in the third finger on your left hand, and you smiled at him brightly

“For my future wife”, Marcus said then, he signaled with his arm behind him and two soldiers brought forwards a beautiful mare, with silver coat and strands, you smiled widely.

“She’s beautiful”, you exclaimed, and when you looked back at him you found him smiling at you warmly, it made your stomach flutter. Even Geta disappeared as you connected with Marcus in the ceremony, nobody else in existence but the both of you. 

“My gift is a bit smaller”, you whispered, you presented him the ring your mother gave you, it was a gold band with a beautiful opal stone, “It was my grandfather’s”, you whispered only for his ears, as Geta retreated a couple of paces. 

The face he made was priceless, as he looked carefully at the inside of the ring, as your grandfather's name was carved next to a former general of Rome he cared deeply for. He placed it on his finger himself

“Thank you”, he said firmly, you beamed at him

“We need you to sign this”, the Vestalis Maxima herself approached you, “the contract, for your marriage to come”, she placed a parchment atop the ceremonial table, and you both signed with your names.

It was the contract. 

It was done.

Come January, you were going to marry General Marcus Justus Acacius

You watched as the ink dried, making the words indelible, so were so entertained that you barely noticed Acacius approach you.

He placed his hands and cradled your face, making you look at him, he caressed your jaw with a single finger, and then he leaned in and sealed your promise of a union with a kiss

You had completely forgotten it was coming, but here it was. 

You had never kissed anyone before, his lips felt so soft against yours, so gently, like the touch of a feather. You became so lightheaded that you grabbed onto his forearms for balance. Just as it started it ended, he separated from you slowly, gently putting you out of the spell he casted on you. 

“It is done!”, Geta exclaimed, Caracalla giggled and clapped his hands together, only then the people applauded too. Marcus placed his hand on your forearm, directing you back to the people. All the senators were there, friends of your mother, and then… you found Lucius and his father Consus Licinio Craso, and he did not seem pleased at all. You were saddened you didn’t get to marry Lucius, but at the same time, you felt guilty for even thinking it, as you were now going to marry Marcus.

He was a good man, he deserved that you tried, that you tried to be a good wife, to give him everything you could.

You paid them no mind as your mother came to congratulate you, as the senators and everyone there. 

The only one you did not see was Lucius, he came to you after, finding you alone in the gardens, smelling the jasmines after everyone went inside the palace for a feast. 

“It was supposed to be us”, Lucius said with glossy eyes, you raised your eyes to meet his gaze. He had surprised you.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered, “he came and neither my mother or Geta opposed”, you explained, he looked down at you with his sad big eyes, “he is my mother's dear friend, always has been”, you said then

“Yes it makes sense, everyone knows he was very close to your mother, many say he is her lover”, he threw that for you out of nowhere, making you open your mouth widely

“I know you are angry”, you said firmly, “but I advice you to not do this now”, he sighed loudly

“Is he truly what you want?”, he asked then. 

“It is was has been chosen for me”, you said with a soft smile, to pressure him, “he will make me happy”, you said

“Not as I would have”, he assured you, “my father is angry… he was preparing to make a big offer, he prepared a Trirremi fixed with golden statues for us to…”

“I’m sorry Lucius”, you interrupted him, he got quiet, you could tell he was frustrated

You were interrupted again as a voice called your name, you looked back to find Marcus standing in the entrance of the garden, and he did not seemed pleased to find you alone with Lucius Licinius Craso

MASTERLIST

Notes: Alright so… marriage in ancient Rome was like that, if the marriage didn’t bring you security and benefits, you did not marry! just like that, well at lest for the most “prominent” families.

YES I KNOW MANY NAMES REPEAT THEMSELVES BUT THAT’S ANCIENT ROME FOR YA, and yes I know reader isn’t the sister to the twin emperors, I hope that was more clear… jeje just clarifying

I wanted to play in all that “sheltered life” for reader, and she is well… a bit childish because of it

 some people (other than our main characters) are real historical roman figures!! the Scipions are the coolest family of Ancient Rome but sadly they are somewhat extinct by the time of Gladiator II timeline, as was Marcus Licinius Craso, he was alive at the time of Spartaco! bananas! anyways… but this is fanfiction, MY FANFICTION! muahaha so yeah… If you want to read the story about the Scipios and the Punic wars… and you love historical novels as do I… you should read “Africanus”, which is the first part of the trilogy by Santiago Posteguillo. They are the best books I have ever read. 

Anyways, hope to see you in the next chapter! love you all!

Taglist! @orcasoul @peelieblue

[revelboo]

Aaahhh I'm so glad I came across this blog!!! I recently watched TFA for the first time and was worried I wouldn't find much reader insert fics for it with how old the show is until I found your works! Genuinely, this is making my day! ✨️

Thank you!

Done!

The Devil You Know Pt 2

TFA Megatron x Reader

• There’s not a lot to do during the day, but wait. Answer Sumdac’s questions and plan. Hope that your kind heart means that you’ll come back to him. That he can manipulate you into doing what Sumdac is too cautious to do. And you’d seemed to buy his story when he’d painted Sumdac the villain holding him against his will. All too happy to believe him.

• Sumdac always works late, so you work later. Filing paperwork and typing up notes. Waiting for him to wear himself out and go home. And as soon as he does, you go investigate around the shelf. It takes longer than you’d imagined to find the mechanism that releases the lock on the shelf and allows you to swing it out of the way. Heart racing, you head down into the hidden lab.

• Hears your steps before you come into sight, your tread so much lighter than the Prof’s. “I knew you wouldn’t abandon me to Sumdac’s cruelty,” he says as soon as he sees you coming down the stairs, smiling slowly. “My dear, new friend.” And you offer him a timid, little smile as you come closer to him to press a small hand against his holding tank. Wants to immediately put you to work repairing his body, but has to remind himself to be patient. To coax, because he can’t risk spooking you off. Needs you too much for that. “Your day went well?” He asks instead.

• Staring up at those red optics watching you, you can’t help but imagine how lonely it must be to be trapped down here. Alone except for when Sumdac comes to torture him. He’d told you all about it the night before, laying out all the horrors visited upon him in a calm, matter of fact tone. Something about that deep voice making you want to trust him, to believe his soft, dignified words. And your heart aches for him. “Not much to talk about. Sumdac doesn’t trust me with anything important,” you say, suspecting he, Megatron he’d introduced himself as, is the reason why Sumdac is so secretive. Not wanting his wrongs to come to light. “Tell me what to do to help you.”

• “Talk first,” he insists and your little hand slides against his tank when you just shake your head. “Do you know how much a kind voice means to me?” He lies, venting softly when you just wait. “Can we at least talk as we work?” And you smile up at him, caving. Such a good little pet you are, so eager to please. To help him. He may just let you live once he’s fully repaired as a reward.

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[spirits-n-giggles]

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice HOT take:

Where are all my monster fuckers at?!?!?!

Who knew Betlegeuse had a heart? I mean yeah he tried to contract Lydia to marry him AGAIN, but the only deal they had was to save her daughter. He didn't have to bring Delia back for a goodbye, he didn't have to make Rory tell the truth, and.... HE was the one to have her sign the contract, but still broke the contract rules to help her out? Hmmmm....

Sure we can assume he's just connonically stupid and didn't bother to read the fine print - he didn't exactly have the most smarts when he was alive so take with that what you will. (EDIT: But I absolutely would argue that Betelgeuse has been burned at least once before when not reading the fine print on a marriage contract and I can see him rigorously knowing every single word in the one he made for Lydia since he's clearly had a thing for her for some time.)

Oh yeah, he's definitely the same sleazy, horny, rotted nasty ass as before, but now he's Lydia's sleazy, horny, rotted nasty ass, and I'm here for it!! 🖤💚 If you ask me, this movie was the start of their actual terribly beautiful relationship (give or take the musical and the TV show lol they can all fit together if we really wanted them to. It's called having an imagination.)

Plus, I love me a good old-fashioned contractual marriage plot. I might have seen one too many k-dramas but those are always the most fun and cononically, I see Lydia and Betlegeuse as more of a partnership marriage anyway where she uses her power to solve whodunit mysteries in the living world or some shit, and she works with BJ to get shit done - like the cartoon 90s show. I see it as a Scully and Mulder situation where - Lydia does actually love BJ (and even be into him), but she will never admit it.... until later. Now I just need a good slow burn.

Honestly, cononically she's most likely gonna die and they're gonna get together in the afterlife and no one can tell me otherwise!

There are definitely antis for this couple isn't there? Aaahhh~~ yes, I can smell their cheeto-covered fingers and day-old red bull breath as we speak. 🤌 (EDIT: I'm fine if you don't ship them, just please don't be a dick to me about my ship. :D)

[luveline]

aaahhh okay wait imagine Emily is away on a case longer than usual and comes home without telling r to surprise her and sees that reader has been like idk wearing her shirt or sleeping with her pillow or idk just like something to feel close to her

thank you for your request ♡ fem!reader

Emily knows you're in her bed before she's so much as opened her front door. She lives in a nice building across from Washington, DC, in an apartment that glows with the lights of the city. It takes time to get home after a case, but the view isn't one you'd find anywhere else. 

She'd fly a hundred hour flight if it meant getting to ch ome home to you. It sounds silly and corny, like a fairytale she didn't believe in, but there's something about you that inspires cliches. Like, your beat up converse arranged neatly so as not to disrupt her tower of high heels and boots. Your coat on the rack with the arms and hood smoothed down, and the way you arrange Sergei's food and water bowls intricately every time you visit because you're aware of Emily's penchant for orderliness. 

She knows you're here because of all of these things, but really, she has a freaky sixth sense when it comes to you, and seeing you curled up on her side of the bed cements it perfectly. 

She locks her gun away in its safe and puts her shoes and jacket away. Quiet, she slinks to where you're sleeping with the sheets up to your nose and bends down to check you over. She knows nothing has happened since she saw you last, but it doesn't matter. She needs to look at you properly. 

You're on your side, face angled down, arm a lump under the sheets. Emily smiles and, despite the singing urge to wipe away the day's faded makeup and brush out curls crunchy with hairspray, lingers, holding her hand up to your face, stroking a short line.

You won't wake from it. Maybe you're a heavy sleeper or maybe you know it's her, but she never wakes you up when she comes home. 

Sergei snores little nosed snores from his fluffy bed. Emily laughs as you do the same, though she frets (and she'd deny it if anyone asked, but frets all the same) that you can't breathe with the blankets smushed to your nose as they are. 

Gently, she pulls down the sheets. 

Her lips fall from their fond smile. Tucked in your arms like a life jacket is a soft white camisole, the last shirt Emily slept in before she left. 

She isn't excessively loud about loving you —she isn't quiet about wanting you, but that isn't the same— and you aren't overly forthcoming. 

Which isn't to say she doesn't feel loved, Emily knows she's loved in the same way you must know it, with the burning, aching sort of desire that has you pinching her hips when she walks by, or begging her to share a shower with you even if it'll make her late for work. But Emily hadn't realised how much you loved her in this sense. The difference between missing her company and missing the intrinsic smell of her skin is unsaid and yet yawning; you love her enough to curl around a dirty t-shirt. This is the kind of love that grows old together. 

Emily's particular about things, but not tonight. Fuck it, she hopes she gets mascara on the silk pillow case as she climbs into bed behind you. Let it be a monument to how she feels, any hint of fatigue replaced with silky soft wanting. 

"'Mily?" you murmur, covering her arm where it curves over your waist. 

"No," she whispers, "axe murderer. Sorry, babe, welcome to your nightmare." 

"I had a good run." You push her back a touch as you roll onto your back, squinting at her through thick-knitted lashes. 

"You can sleep. I'll still be here in the morning, I promise." 

"Y'here now. Missed you, Emily," you murmur, turning more, vying to hold her waist as she holds yours. You sound a little upset, but that could be the sudden wake up call. 

"I'm sorry," she says, smiling at you in hopes of getting one back. "But I'm home early. That's a good thing, right?" 

"Can I put my face in your neck?" you ask. 

Emily tries to say yes. All she can summon is a mute nod and a tight smile —she's happy, yeah, but she feels strangely like crying. It's a scary thing, finding out how loved you are. Suddenly she has to worry about it being taken away. 

You wrap your arms around her, your skin hot with a furnace like heat. Mumbling, your face fits into the curve of her neck, your lips skipping against it as you say, "Love you… you okay?" 

Her smile shocks back to life. She presses it to your forehead without hesitation. "I'm fine now. Love you. You can go back to sleep." 

"I really really missed you." 

Emily feels each word fan against her neck. It's a sensation she's sure she'll remember for years to come. "I missed you, too." 

[fangirlstorycreator]

Alastor X Reader

Context: Alastor saves you, and you both, surprisingly grow closer. When you defend him from an old aquatence of his, Alastor's fondness for you grows. But when you find yourself in danger, Alastor will stop at nothing to get you back, especially when your in the hands of one of his enemies...

Contains: Asexual Alastor, Asexual Reader, but romance is involved, swearing, mentions of injury, kidnap, attempted sexual assult, hypnosis, Not for minors

P.S. Anytime you see writing in red, that is when Alastor is speaking with his static demonic radio voice

Part 3/4

The next morning, you wake up, stretching out on the bed. Hearing and feeling those satisfying cracks of your joints, exhaling in relief, now that you had woken up a little better. Sitting up in bed, it's then you remember that you didn't sleep in your room last night, you slept in Alastor's. But where was he? He wasn't beside you? That's when you hear footsteps come from his ensuite bathroom, and in he comes, happy and humming some music to himself.

"Ah! Good morning my dear! Did you sleep well?"

"Yes thank you. How about you?"

"Interestingly, I actually did. You must have some affect on me that allows me to rest and feel tired. If that is the case, I may request you sleeping with me in my bed more often"

"If last night was anyway to go by, I'll be more than happy to do that"

"(Chuckle, sits on the bed next to you) I would very much like more nights like the one we shared together my dear. Since I have been in hell, no evenings have been pleasant or comfortable, except that one"

"I feel the same way (holding his cheek)

"Aaahhh...your touch is so warm (gently holds your wrist) I would like more than anything, to stay with you this afternoon my dear. But I'm afraid I am needed at another overlords meeting"

"Ah, your going to have fun then? (Giggle)"

"Oh ho ho, I wish!"

His eyes softened, looking between your eyes and lips. Tilting his head, he leant in and gave you a tender kiss.

"Wonderful.....I must leave you now. (Stands up and checks his suit) If you have no plans this evening, I would very much like to take you out for a stroll through Cannibal Town. I know a wonderful place that makes cocktails. Would you like that?"

"I'd love that Alastor"

"Splendid! Well my dear, I bid you a good day"

He made sure not to leave without bowing, and kissing the back of your hand. Oh, how can one guy be this charming? You couldn't help but giggle, even as you left his room and went to the lobby to see everyone, that happy, warm feeling was still there, and it would take a really bad day for this feeling to stop. As you talk and hang out with some of the others in the hotel, Alastor had just started walking down the street to his meeting, but he didn't notice Angel walking on the opposite road, and into the V's tower to start work. Poor guy looked exhausted, rubbing his eyes and holding a coffee as he walked into the studio, not making eye contact with anyone, not until he'd had his first coffee of the day. Sitting down on a sofa, Angel sips his drink and flips through his phone, texting Cherri, when someone walks up to him, and suprise surprise, it was his least favourite person.

"Morning baby....."

"Hi Val"

"Awww, is my star feeling a little tired?"

"Uh? No-no! Ain't nuthin I can't handle big V"

"That's a good boy. In fact....for being such a good boy lately...why don't I reward you with a day off today?"

"Wait? Seriously?"

"Of course Angel baby. Why dont you follow me to my office, and I can write in the diary that you can have a holiday today"

"Uhh...sure"

This was veeery strange, even as Angel followed Val into his office, he knows Val is never this nice, well he's NEVER nice! Closing the door behind him, Angel was suprised to see Vox in Val's office, sat waiting for him.

"Hi there Angel. How's it going?"

"Uh, hi Vox. Things are fine, I guess"

"Good, good. So? Val's giving you a day off hm?"

"Yeh, seems like it"

"Great! That's great! But....I just wanted to ask you a teeny weeny favour. If you want a day off, that is?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Just take a seat, right hear"

Vox asks, pointing to an office chair. Angel has no choice but to do as he's told when he's in Val's studio, but it was strange being told by Vox instead. He sat, waiting for Vox to ask for this favour, but it was not what Angel was expecting. Assuming it was something sexual, he wasn't expecting anything different. That was, until Vox walked up to him, leaned in close....and suddenly started hypnotizing Angel. He couldn't speak, couldn't move, his eyes were just like Vox's, he was completely under his control.

"Good boy Angel. Now listen to everything I say....and do....exactly...as your told...."

Later that afternoon, you were sat on the sofa with Pentious and Husk, they were arguing, and you were doing your favourite thing, reading.

"Look, I'm just sayin, your weapons are shit compared to my gambling cards"

"How dare you?! I'll have you know I purchase the BEST weapons from Carmilla Carmine!"

"They can be from her or any other weapons dealer, it doesn't change the fact that Vaggie won't let you use them."

"But I-"

"Guys! I'm trying to read hear! If your going to argue, can you do it somewhere else please?"

"My bad Y/N, but you know I've got a point right?"

"Weather you do or you don't Husk, Charlie said the lobby isn't a place for arguing. So, if your going to keep doing this, please do it somewhere else"

"Our sincere apologies Y/N, perhaps I can show Husk hear, what REAL weapons look like! Gambling cards are NOTHING compared to one of my cannons!"

"Pfft, yeh right"

Thankfully, the sound of their arguing was now a distant sound as they leave the lobby, now you can read in peace. Reading was definitely your favourite hobby, and Charlie's hotel library was filled with so many classics. You were currently reading another old favourite of yours, called Of Mice And Men, it reminded you of your project's, good times from school. Being so deep in your book, you didn't notice Angel coming back into the hotel. But he wasn't himself, infact, he was a lot slower, and seemed a little dased.

"Angel? I thought you were at work today. What are you doing back?"

"IIIII....aaammm.....not working...today..."

"Uh? Are you alright? Your talking really slowly. And your eyes, they look all cloudy. Oh god, have you taken something?"

"Uuuhhh.....yes! I've uhhh.....taken...some strooong drugs...."

"Oh no, let me get you a glass of water"

"No no...I uhhh....I know what I need.....it's uhhh....it's in....Alastor's room"

"Alastor's room? What's in Alastor's room?"

"Mmyyyy....upper drugs....yeh....I took...tooooo many downerssss.....I need my uppers...it'll fix me right up"

"Why are your drugs in Alastor's room?"

"Uuuhhh....he...took 'em....when I was....pissin him off....."

"Well, you do push his buttons Angel, I'm not surprised he took your drugs. Alright, what do they look like? I'll grab them"

"IIIIII'l come with yah....and help yah"

"I think you should sit down Angel, you really dont look well"

"No no...I insist...c'mon..."

He started heading up the stairs, even if you weren't going with him before, you definitely would have gone with him just to make sure he was ok. So you did go with him, watching him carefully, making sure he didn't pass out or have some issues. This was really not the Angel you knew, what kind of drugs had he taken? This was Angel after all, taking anything he could get his hands on, but his behaviour hear, was next level. You held your hand behind his back as you both walked to Alastor's room, just incase he fell or stumbled, he was your friend, and you didn't want him to get hurt. You both enter Alastor's quiet and unoccupied room, fire place still lit, balcony door wide open, and a little radio music still softly playing in the background.

"Ok Angel, you said Alastor took your drugs. Do you know where he might have put them?"

"Uuuhhhh....maybe by the-(shakes his head) The fuck?!"

Angel's eyes suddenly changed, from a tired hase, to his normal pink eyes, almost as if he'd woken up from sleepwalking. But it only lasted for that brief moment, then his eyes were hazy again.

"Angel? What just happened to you?"

"Nnnnnothin baby....I'm gooood..."

"No. (Walking up to him, holding his face) Angel, are you in some kind of trance? This doesn't look like drug affects anymore"

"I'm fiiiine baby....(shakes his head) I....I-nngghh! I-fuck! (Shakes one more time) Nngghh-aah! What?! What the fuck?! What am I doin in hear? Toots? How'd I get hear? Why are we in Al's room?"

"You mean you don't remember? Angel, you came into the hotel in some kind of daze. You said you needed your upper drugs from Alastor's room because he took them. Don't you remember that?"

"Gnnhh...(rubbing his head) I don't remember that at all. All I remember is goin to work, talking to Val then-"

Angel suddenly goes quiet, his face pale, worried, like a dear caught in the headlights.

"Angel? What's wrong?"

"I...I remember Vox talkin to me....Val, he...he said I could have the day off, if I listened to Vox. Vox looked right into my eyes, everything went all dizzy, then-oh shit! Y/N! Behind you!"

Angel pulled you towards him, in hopes to protect you from whatever was behind you. You looked around in a panic, and there, two figures had climbed on to the balcony and into the room. And not just any figures, Vox and Valentino.

"Well well well...it seems your little whore is good for more than just a fuck Val..."

"Yes...he is...good boy Angel....now move out of the way so we can take what we need...."

Valentino said, staring into your soul. It made you feel sick to the stomach, your body shakes with fear, and Angel could feel that as he held your hand, standing infront of you in a protective way.

"Babes, I swear, I didn't know about this! I had no idea they was gunna come hear! All I remember was Vox lookin at me, then-"

"Then I hypnotized you, made you lure her to a place alone, where we can take her"

Vox replied. Val chuckles in a sinister way, taking very slow steps closer to you and Angel.

"Val please! She's my friend! Please don't hurt her! I-I'll do anythin!"

"You can shut the fuck up, you little whore!"

"No, Val!-"

Val punched Angel, right in the face! Then threw him against the wall like he weighed nothing. Poor Angel was knocked out when he hit the floor.

"Angel!!"

You scream, running over to him, in hopes you can help him, protect him. But Val grabbed your arm, pulled you away from Angel and threw you infront of Vox. Who stood infront of you, staring down at you on your knees.

"That little whore served his purpose...and now it's time for you"

Fear pumped through your veins, desperate to run away, you stand, and try to make a run for it. But Valentino grabs both your arms, pinning them behind your back so easily with his one long gangly arm. His other one grabbed your neck, making you face Vox. You whimpered in fear, while Val just chuckles evily in your ear, leaning in close and smelling at your neck.

"Get the fuck off me! Let me go!"

Vox took a step closer, smiling as he watched you struggle in Val's tight grip.

"Your ours now, you little bitch. Alastor's gunna to know, not to fuck with me again...and what better way to do that? Than torturing the only woman he's ever given a damn about"

"Your wrong! I'm nothing to Alastor!"

"Don't bother lying to me...I saw yours and Alastor's little dance under the starlight....you can't protect him, and he can't protect you....your ours now"

"I'll never be yours! Now let me go, or you'll regret it!"

"Oh really? I think you'll find I-"

Anger surged through you, hearing his voice made your blood boil, and because of that, you spit right into his eye, not letting him finish his sentence.

"Ghah! The fuck?! You stupid little bitch! You'll pay for that!"

"Go fuck yourself! You pathetic wide faced fuck!"

"Oh no little lady...(reaches into his pocket) your the pathetic one!"

Suddenly, he lunged at you, covering your mouth and nose with this damp cloth. You struggled to breathe, it smelled awful and was slowly making you dizzy. You writhed and panicked in Valentino's grasp, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape. Your vision was slowly going dark, you were on the verge of passing out, but as your sight darkened, you heard the last words from Vox.

"Alastor's gunna see who's really incharge hear! And you....are about to feel a whole world of pain..."

And just like that, you were out like a light. Floppy and unconscious in Valentino's arms, he let you fall to the floor, both him and Vox stand over your body, smiling proudly.

"I like her....a little lady with a fire in her....one I like to fuck with"

"You can do with her what you like Val, once I've had my turn. What are we gunna do about him?"

He asks, seeing Angle still knocked out on the floor.

"Ah fuck him. He's had worse, trust me. And there's no way he'd squeal, he knows how much punishment he'd face if he did"

"Fine. Grab her, we need to get out before anyone sees us. But first....I'm just gunna....leave my mark in Alastor's room......"

Meanwhile, Alastor had just walked out of the building where his overlords meeting was being held. He was walking beside Zestial on his way back to the hotel.

"Come now Alastor, would thou not accompany me? Perhaps partake in some refreshments?"

"Oh I would love to my good man, but I'm afraid I have the company of a wonderful lady waiting for me back at the hotel. It was a pleasure seeing you once again, till next time"

Alastor happily carried on towards the hotel, humming some music to himself, the thought of you in his mind. He did have time to spend with Zestial, but he wanted to see you instead. His mind filled with the memory of the dance under that stars, his many kisses on your perfect lips, it made his smile even more noticeably than usual. Pulling open the hotel door, he announced that he was back to everyone who was in the lobby.

"Good day to all! I hope everyone is in fine spirits-oh? My my, what seems to have happened hear?"

Alastor asks, seeing Charlie hold an ice pack to Angel's head, all of the others looking worried.

"I say Angel, did you fall down the stairs? Or maybe took something that impared the logical part of your brain? Causing an unfortunate injury?"

"Al.....Al I'm sorry. I swear, I swear to god I'm so so sorry. I tried, I didn't want it to happen. I was hypnotised and I-I couldn't fight back!"

"I say? Whatever are you talking about Angel?"

Poor Angel looked scared to death, So Charlie decided to tell him instead.

"Alastor? Maybe you should sit down"

"Oh, I'm afraid I cannot sit down right now my dear. I have Y/N waiting for me to return, I must go and see-"

"Al....something....somethings happened"

"Whatever could have happened that could delay me from-"

He stops. He notices everyone is hear, except you. Seeing the worried look on everyones face, including the guilty look on Angel's.

".....What....has....happened?....."

"Now Alastor, before you get angry, just know that none of this was Angel's fault. He was hypnotised. And when he was able to-"

"WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"Well....uhh....ok ok. Angel went to work, and Vox hypnotized him. And he didn't want to do this Alastor! Angel had no control!"

"What.....happened?.....

"........Vox and Valentino took Y/N"

"THEY'VE WHAT?!"

"Ok ok! Alastor! Just take a breath-"

"Take a breath?! Charlie! Why didn't you send for me the moment this happened?!"

"I was going to! I swear! But when I came upstairs to see what all the noise was about, poor Angel was knocked out! We had to help him!"

"Al, I swear, I didn't know they was gunna do that. Vox put me under some kinda spell or somethin. And I didn't know what was happenin, till me and Y/N were stood there! I swear! When they came in through that window, I tried to keep her safe! I begged Val not to hurt her! But he threw me against the wall, then.....then I woke up down hear. And Charlie has this ice pack on my head. Al I swear, I didn't mean for any of this to happen"

"Are...you....telling me....that Vox hypnotized you....in order to kidnap Y/N?..."

"I'm so sorry Al....I tried....I swear"

Alastor's body went tense, anger filled him, he struggled to utter a word, grabbing fist fulls of his hair.

"Alastor, Angel is sorry, and we can think of a way to get her back, I promise. We just need to keep calm, think of a plan-"

"Vox...will pay...for this....."

Angel plays with his ice pack, worried Alastor will be angry with him.

"Al, I'm really sorry. And hey, I'll even clean up the mess they left in your room when they-"

"What?! This happened in MY room?!"

As quick as a flash, Alastor ran up the stairs to his room, closely followed by Charlie. Upon entering, he saw the devastation that was left behind. His room was destroyed, his bookcase, crushed and broken, fire place filled with pieces of furniture, his balcony window smashed, and there...on the bed...was a note from Vox.

How does it feel huh? How does it feel? Knowing that your never going to see your precious little girlfriend again! Me and Val are gunna have some fun with her before we kill her, just know that everything that happens to her, is your fault. And don't even try coming to the rescue. If me, Val or anyone even thinks your in the building, I'll snap her neck! Have a fun afterlife without any happiness radio dick!

The note burned into a bright green flame in Alastor's hands, his rage was far too strong, and he himself created this unearthly scream, almost like a wendigo in a haunted forest. His eyes turned black, his teeth sharper, punching the walls of his room. Even Charlie's calming words didn't help him, nothing would. In his rage fuelled state, nothing was stopping him, that is, until he stops...something in the corner of his eye catches his attention. Tears filled his dark eyes as he leant down, to see the radio trinket you got for him, all smashed up, damaged by Vox before he left. The anger slowly dissipated, but turned into sadness, tears pouring from his eyes, turning back to red from black. He held the pieces of that trinket close to his heart as he collapsed to the floor, crying uncontrollably. Charlie slowly approached him, resting a hand on his shoulder as he wept.

"I am so sorry Alastor. I promise we're going to get her back, even if that means calling my dad"

Wiping his tears, Alastor looked at the trinket, memories of you flashing in his mind. Dancing with you, you giving him his trinket, your laughter and him holding you as you slept. He felt this surge of power in his chest, determination.

"No my dear.....leave it to me..........Vox is about to learn what happens.......when you mess.......with the radio demon....."

After what felt like many hours later, you finaly start to stir. Your head feels very heavy, like that feeling when you get ill from the flu. Your eyes were seeing this new environment, blurry, weird shapes, then eventually, your clear vision was back. You had an awful headache, felt queasy, and it hurt to move, but why was it painful? Looking behind you, you notice your hands were tied together on a pole behind your back. Even with your wriggling and pulling, you couldn't get your hands out of this weird stuff. It wasn't rope, it looked almost like cable's, or TV wires? Whatever it was, it was hurting you the more you moved. Taking in your surroundings, you see this strange room you've never seen before, there were large photo frames on the wall of Vox, Val, and their advertisements. These large columns surrounding the room, and love hearts around the walls. This must be the V's building. Of course it is, they kidnapped you, where else would they take you. You remember what happened now, Val holding you against your will, Vox drugging you, and now you were tied up, and in definite danger. Turning suddenly to the door, in walks Valentino, he's smiles at you smugly, and menacingly, your stomach twisted at the sight of him. He kept eye contact with you and he walked through the room, standing by the window, blowing smoke from his poisonous lips.

"Nice to see your finaly awake baby girl......do you like it hear? I hope your all....cosy...(chuckle)"

"I'm about as cosy as a diabetic being given a sugar overdose"

"Oooh, there's that feisty side of you. Even coming around after being drugged, you don't back down"

"What the fuck did Vox put in that cloth? Jesus christ....I feel like I wanna throw up"

"Ah yes, that's a little something of mine I made. Sometimes, I need to get...new recruits...so to say"

"New recruits? You kidnap people!"

"Eh, kidnap is such a strong word. I prefer recruiting. I'm giving these pathetic sinners a chance at earning money, having a career, fame"

"Yeh, against their will. I'm guessing anyone who refused you, would face dying all over again?"

"Clever girl. I give them a choice, but it's up to them to make it"

"I promise you now, no matter what you think is a tempting offer, I'll never deal or work for you"

"Hm? Oh! You think? No no no baby girl....your hear purely for our enjoyment"

"Our?"

The door swings open, and in walks Vox, looking as smug as ever. He couldn't contain the smile on his face when he saw you uncomfortable, sat on the floor and tied to the pole.

"Ah! It seems our little sleeping beauty is finaly awake. How are you feeling? Hm? Did you sleep well?"

"Sleep well? You drugged me you mother fucker!"

"Ah ah ah, your not really in a position to be saying those things to me little lady. Your in our building, under our control"

"Go fuck yourself!"

"Hahaha! I love that anger! Don't you Val?"

"Oh I certainly do Vox. It makes the whole experience, that much more enjoyable...someone who's easy to break, isn't as much fun to play with"

"Your right. And I hate to say this about Alastor, but at least he has good taste. Your quite a cute one aren't you?"

"Cute, Vox? She's stunning. Let me have a turn with her first"

"Ah ah, not yet Val. I think she needs...a little roughing up first"

Vox knelt down to you, grabbing your cheeks, getting a better look at you. But what he didn't realise, was that he was a little too close to you, and you were still very angry.

"Such a pretty little face. It's a shame were gunna have to-"

With one quick and heavy move, you headbutt him right in his face.

"Ghah! Fuck! Fuck that hurt!"

He shouted, stumbling back, holding his now cracked screen. A trickle of what looks like blood is coming from the corner you hit, but you just smirk, glad that he got what he deserved from drugging you.

"You stupid fucking bitch!"

"That's for taking me you wide faced prick!"

"Oh hoho, your gunna pay for that! Val!"

"Mmmm...."

Vox holds a cloth to his face, but that's not what your focusing on, because now Val was getting closer to you. He knelt to you, grabbed you by the throat, and slowly squeezed, not letting you breathe, frightening you each second he grips you.

"I...am going to enjoy.....destroying you......what I put Angel through in my videos, is nothing compared to what I'm going to put you through!"

He pushes your neck away, letting you go, where you gasp for air, pain coursing through your neck, tears flooding your eyes.

"(Coughing).....heh......(laughing)"

"What's so funny?"

"You....stupid moron....whatever your plan was to 'destroy' me, won't work"

"Oh really? I think you'll find that by the time I'm through with you, you'll never wanna have sex again"

"I'm Asexual you stupid bastard! I've never had a sexual thought in my life or afterlife!"

"Uh?........Vox? You didn't tell me this bitch was Asexual!"

"I didn't know that shit!"

"You said you saw Alastor kissing her!"

"Yeh! Yeh she was! She must be lying!"

You groan in annoyance.

"For fuck sake. Asexuality can be different for everyone. People all think that Asexual's never have sex, but there are some Asexual people who do. It all depends on how comfortable the individual is. As someone who works in the porn industry, surely you'd know that?"

"I work with sinners who like to fuck! Not freaks like you!"

"Your calling me a freak for knowing what I do and don't like? That's not me being a freak, it's me knowing who I really am. Unlike you"

"...What do you mean by that?"

"Isn't it obvious? Clearly, when you look in the mirror, you see a successful overlord who thinks everyone loves him. When the truth is, you are a narcissistic, abusive bastard who ruins the lives of anyone you come across. Your sex workers in your studio fear you, not respect you. And anyone who does to them, what you do, in my eyes is an absolute cunt!"

Val and Vox look at eachother, no emotion at all, it seems they're stunned by what you had the guts to say to Valentino. But that was, unfortunately for you, the calm before the storm. In one swift move, Vox smacks you across the face so hard, you hear ringing in your ears, and you spit out blood. He's in your face once again, seething in his eyes, choking you to within an inch of your afterlife.

"You can say all you like....radio bitch.....we don't care that you don't like sex...your ours tonight! (Tightens hand) But I want you, completely broken before I let Val loose on you.....and before you think that ANYONE is coming to your rescue, just know that the moment any of mine or Val's guys even think someone is coming hear to help you.....you'll be dead before you can scream Alastor's name!.........Now......(rolls up his sleeves) Let's get to the fun part....shall we?....."

Meanwhile, outside the V's tower, Alastor is stood, filled with a wrathful vengeance. He wants desperately to save you, but he knows the risks involved. He must think carefully about what to do to, in order to get to you. Knowing that if anyone in the tower sees him, your done for. So? In Alastor's mind, what better way to get in and not be noticed, than this little idea. Noone can tell Vox or Val that he's there, if the people watching out for him.....mysteriously disappear.....Engulfed by his shadow, Alastor sneaks in, hidden in the dark, lurking and watching out for anyone who may be there. Just coming down the corridor, one of Vox's guys, holding a gun and looking out the windows for Alastor. But unfortunately, this man was the first to go. Sneaking up behind him, Alastor's demonic form looms over this man, and he's devoured by Alastor in seconds. The same happens with other men who were armed and on the lookout, all, one by one, being picked off by Alastor, moving further and further up the tower, towards you. There were 3 men holding very powerful guns outside the door to you and the V's, but even that didn't stop Alastor. His wendigo form morphed infront of them from the dark, letting out this unearthly screech, but the men didn't even have time to pull the trigger, before they too, fell victim to the radio demon. Panting, fists balled up, black angry eyes staring the door down, Alastor knew you were there, and he knew he had to be careful when approaching Vox and Val, because he would give anything for your safety, anything. Bursting through the door, Alastor's evil eyes caught sight of Val and Vox, who backed up when he entered. They were both shocked, and annoyed that Alastor was able to break through the security, but he wasn't searching the room for them, his eyes fall on you. There you were. Tied up in TV cables, your hands, your arms and waist. Red raw choke marks around your neck. Two black eyes, blood drops on your head and cheeks, tears streaming your eyes, arms and legs bruised and cut, shaking uncontrollably from what you've just gone through, and Alastor had never felt such fury. He was about to approach you, but Vox's cables tightened around you, he couldn't come close without you getting hurt even more.

"You have only one chance to release her Vox! Or I swear, I will make you regret your entire existence!"

Link to final part

[somuchforahobby]

wise hands (a real life doctor pt. 1)

Summary: random scenarios where reader injures herself and the good doc remembers his old ways ❤️‍🩹 part 2 Tags: Fluff, bad flirting, NO PLOT WHATSOEVER Warnings: descriptions of blood and stephen strange's eyes Word count: 800 GIF belong to: @elennemigo Read on AO3

***** “I’m- aaahhh- fine.” the sting in your head made you gag and you were somewhat nauseous. You had taken a boot with your brow, and even though it was not a dead threat, you had lost a lot of blood and you were seeing stars already.

While everyone left to relax, you were left behind in the kitchen waiting for a nurse to heal you.

“Let me see that” Strange stood in front of you, extending both his hands to your temple.

You showed your palms in a defensive manner, you hated to use magic to heal your body, “I don’t think so, no.” 

But raising your hands for defense made you lose all balance of your body which was, currently, sitting on a tall stool of the tower’s kitchen, making you fall on your side straight to the floor. You closed your eyes waiting for the impact that never came. Instead, strong hands held your biceps and sat you back on the stool. 

“You are clearly not fine. We need to stop the bleeding.” His right hand lifted to your brow again.

“We?” Your hand came to stop his.

“Don’t be stubborn.” His piercing blue eyes were barreling your brain. He was much closer than you had ever expected. And damn was he handsome.

“You are being stubborn!” The dizziness started to make you feel tipsy. “I said no, Strange. No sorcery into this pretty head.” 

From the corner of your eye, you saw the elevator doors open and a nurse walking out of it.

“There she is!” You exclaimed in joy. 

“Thank you, Rosie, I will take it from here.” Strange took the medical supplies with a smile and nodded the nurse goodbye. 

“What?” You yelled. “No, no, Rosie comeback! I need a real medical specialist!” You wiggled on the stool, and Stephen rested his hands on the bar behind you to avoid your highly likely fall.

“I am a doctor, you know?” He smirked. His face was so close now you could feel his breath on your mouth.

“But you aren’t anymowe” You started babbling.

He huffed while he searched in the tiny nursing basket, “Technically I still am. I just changed my career path.” He grabbed an antiseptic spray. “Look at me.” 

You lifted your face to his, trying to control your nervous breathing and maintain your bad girl facade. You bit your lower lip to calm yourself while he worked.

“You do this often?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

“Not anymore, no.” 

“I mean” you blushed, “healing a partner in need after a mission.”

His lips formed a line, “never done it before” He pulled out some tape and butterfly closures.

“Did you miss your good old days then?” You smirked.

You don’t think you had seen that before but he actually scoffed, a full smile formed on his lips. He stopped his work to look back at you and leaned in closer. “I used to open heads, not close them.” 

His left hand held your face in place as he put the closures with his right.

He worked with ease and even if his right hand was trembling a little, you could still feel the confidence in the way he held you. He was an expert after all.

“As good as new, darling.” He said with a wink. 

“Thank you, doctor.” You flirted, the loss of blood still affecting your social cues.

“You are welcome.” 

“You have very- uh- wise hands.” 

He smirked, “really? how so?” He leaned on the bar again, cornering you against it. 

“I don’t know” you felt scrutinized under his gaze and the blush on your cheeks got more crimson each second. “Like your hands really know how to hold somebody.” 

He bit his lower lip to hide a smile, “hold?” His eyebrows rose, “in a good way or a bad way?” 

“In a very good way, of course.” Your blush deepend, “you are a doctor I mean.” 

“Of course.” He pulled back from you with a smug smile, “well, anytime you need my knowing hands, you know where to find me.” With a smirk, he walked away to the elevator doors and you were left giggling and kicking your feet.

Part 2

[ray935sworld]

🐢 *gets a bit nervous, but turns head and whispers back, I love you* (my heart stopped when I read the beginning of your post, aaahhh that was so romantic)

Yes yes yes exactly that. Marc knows he loves Bez and he is very secure in that relationship in a way that is very calming. But he also wants to lose him by no means and when he worries about Bez, it's the worst feeling. Worse than with other partners, probably.

AND OH MY, I HAVE BEEN GIFTED WITH SNIPPETS. GOOD LORD, YES. The realisation scene of Dani being so shocked by being called boyfriend and told i love you by Dani hits so deep. Like, the angst coming with it. AND THE CAMERA ROLL SCENE AAHHHHH yes you've described that so perfectly 😭 Dani feels sick from the mere thought of having had caring physical contact with Jorge. But those pictures don't lie and he refuses to accept it. Imagine if Jorge spots him a couple of days later, scrolling through their pictures and sees the way Dani doesn't feel well at all, that would be the worst for him. The last one sent me to heaven and back because I died and then came back to tell you how good it was, holy. Like. The difference between the Jorge Dani could remember and him now and THE LOVE Jorge has for him. Perfection.

AND THE PASSCODE hahahahahah both Dani AND Jorge being surprised by that fact but for different reasons and oh my God. We can also put that into the mutual trust setting, maybe somebody filmed Dani typing in his old passcode that Jorge knew of and then he had to change it just that day and didn't even hesitate to put his lover's birthday like the man in love he is (well, was in a way😭) ❤️

They are so in love with each other, it makes my heart swell ❤️

*smiles very biiiiiiig*

Hiii, im so sorry this took a while to answer. I was too tired yesterday evening and I hope this isn't too rushed cause I'm writing this before leaving.

YES! Like honestly I just feel like that when Marc is the younger "more vulnerable" person in teh relationship he doesn't mind. Because well, it's him. But suddenly it's someone else. Someone he loves is the "more vulnerable" person in the relationship (even if I don't feel like that's true in this situation but I'm just using Marc's overthinking as an excuse to wite it) and I think that would freak him out.

AAAAH YOU LIKED THEM! YIPPIE! YOU LIKED THEM! AND OMG JORGE seeing Dani's reaction 💔💔💔 MY HEART. He'll need a hug after that. And honestly I feel like that would be a moment when even Jorge loses a bit of hope. Like before he thought he'd spend some time with Dani, explain everything to him, give him time and space and sooner or later they would be fine. But now he sees how deep the hate/dislike actually goes. And he realizes that it took maybe 1 year or 2 for them to get closer in the first place (pre dating) so now he thinks Dani might need 2 years to even consider him as a friend. And that scares him. And maybe he fears that Dani refused to work with him in this and more or less just abandoneds him to move on. Like in that moment, seeing how Dani can't even look at pictures of them being happy together (His favorite memories) breaks a part of him and he starts to thinks just for a moment that he lost the love of his life.

But then (after a good cry in private) he refuses to give up cause he owns it to Dani so he makes sure Dani will remember him one way or the other

[tiessunnyskies]

I need Patch and Captain Ahab to be put in a room together because I think they’d have a peak ramble session.

Look, you can't do this to me because I *will* spend all my free time today thinking of, and sketching out my oc's interacting with a character from a literary classic from the 1850s as if that's a thing I should be doing right now.

Context: I absolutely think patch and ahab would have very interesting conversations about the loss of limbs and the terrifying nature of large animals with big teeth. However, I also have a character who is a 58 year old, large man in a position of authority, that is quick to rage, contemplates the purpose of existence, and has a 'I will strike the sun' energy. I genuinely think reading moby dick will improve my oc story later on when I finally have time to properly work on it :3 Also this was a fun writing exercise cause ??? so difficult to hold the idea of another creators character in your head whilst also using your own creations.

Sorry for the long post! And thank you for your message aaahhh- doing fun stuff like this has reminded me of the days when I'd doodle my ocs with asks from instagram :3 good times.

[thistransient]

"quiet places you can get to without a private vehicle" sounds like a perfect idea for Taipei recs! Do you have any tips for a tourist navigating their way from Taipei towards the south without speaking any Chinese, armed only with a smile and a desire for tasty foods? (I am hoping for some easy hikes while based in Chiayi & Miaoli, weather permitting - never know if I packed proper clothing, aaahhh~) (anon #1 here, thank you once again, have a great day ^^)

Some years ago I hitchhiked around the south of Taiwan with pretty beginner Mandarin, didn't know that "你吃了嗎 / have you eaten?" was an alternate form of greeting, and found myself taken out to lunch by an old guy who spoke zero English when I said no! If you look like a friendly foreigner, you will get around just fine (a European friend of mine in a similar condition visited last year and managed to eat plenty of things by just pointing, which I have also found to be a successful tactic while abroad). In addition to being the place where hand gestures work well, many night markets have multilingual signage (as do a lot of restaurants in Taipei). Just remember to bring cash, a lot of places still don't take card. Fruit and veg shops are a fun place to explore. Buffets (自助餐) are popular in Taiwan, and a good way to try a lot of different things without having to read a menu. Sometimes they're pay by weight, sometimes the cashier eyeballs your tray and makes up a price.

I've only been to Fenqihu (奮起湖) near Chiayi but there were indeed some sedate and beautiful forest trails there. Miaoli- another unexplored territory (along with Yunlin County) for me, I wish you best of luck. "Proper clothing" depends on what season you're going, but it's good to have rain gear, and layers are always practical (sometimes one must decide if the heat or the bugs are a greater evil).

As for Taipei quiet place recs:

Waziwei Nature Reserve (挖子尾自然生態保留區) - I have never seen a lot of people out here. Someone told me once it used to be a popular place to dump bodies, I've only ever seen fish bones. There's a cool mangrove swamp and a bike trail (might be a bit long to walk all the way out). I usually stop and get some food at Bali Old Street (crowded on the weekends, tolerable on a weekday afternoon).

Guandu Rice Fields (the linkable google maps location is actually 關渡平原大排步道) - Beautiful rice fields when they're green, or when flooded and you get the reflection of the sky and mountains. I also bike here, but I think you can reasonably walk from Beitou Station if it's not too hot.

Shezi Daotou Park 社子島 島頭公園 - Another place to bike to, although I think there's a bus. You get a lovely view of the mountains from the east side, there's a bird watching wetland area if you're into that. If you keep going on the west you'll get, well, all the way down to Xindian before the trail ends.

Guandu Temple 關渡宮 - the temple is not quiet on the holidays, but I like Guandu as an area in general, you can take a bus up to the Taipei National University of the Arts campus and look around (there's a museum, wasn't open last time I went), there's the Guandu Nature Park, more beautiful riverside trails, you can even bike all the way to Tamsui (淡水) if you feel so inclined (also not quiet on the weekends, but the beach can be tolerable), or back down to the city (and all the way to Nangang and beyond if you're industrious).

Not Just Library 不只是圖書館 - if you've had enough of the mozzies outdoors, this specially designed library in an old Japanese era bathhouse is pretty cool, located in the Songshan Creative Park. There's a fee to get in but I think unlimited time after that

Air Force Martyrs Cemetery 空軍烈士公墓 - this is not exactly what I'm recommending but it's got a google maps location, and if you look carefully at the map there's a sort of unnamed cemetery around it which I've enjoyed exploring. You can walk from Xindian Station, Bitan 碧潭 is also a hectic place on the weekend but I've noticed Taiwanese people tend to be superstitious about cemeteries and don't go in there without formal business.

Fu De Keng Public Cemetery (富德公墓辦公室) is also a neat cemetery, but more difficult to get to. Even walking a couple kilometers up Chongde Street 崇德街 from Liuzhangli Station can be fun tho, you can see the location from the movie A Sun (陽光普照).

Yuanshan Archaeological Site 圓山文化遺跡 - I don't know why this place is always empty (except when I went on a walking tour lecture with a bunch of senior citizens the other day, and finally learned it used to be a zoo), there are a lot of cool abandoned traditional buildings (locked up, if you're really industrious you could probably sneak in but even from the outside it's very picturesque). You can walk from Yuanshan Station.

Lin An Tai Historical House and Museum 林安泰古厝 - less abandoned, quiet factor depends on the day of the week but I wouldn't say I've ever seen it truly packed. Beautiful traditional estate grounds and garden you can walk around in, free entry. Also across the street from Xinsheng Park, the rose garden, and indoor botanical gardens. Ten minute walk from the Yuanshan Archaeological Site.

I was going to wrap it up here lest I go on indefinitely but I feel like I should throw in one more indoor place for mosquito-escape:

Beitou Refuse Incineration Plant Observation Deck 北投焚化爐景觀台- I've been here once and it was empty except for one other guy, I'm not sure if it's normally like that but I'm assuming it's not the MOST popular place ever. It's easiest to bike there, just go along the river, go up the flood wall ramp, and there's a Youbike kiosk on the other side. Free entry! Cool views! Silence! (There's a revolving restaurant on the floor above but outrageously expensive.)

[dozyrogue]

Hey I'm an old tubbling (dsmp days) that hasn't been really keeping up with the qsmp but knows some of tubbo's lore. What's all this about a revived tubbo? If you don't mind explaining of course.

Hiii anon!! As you hopefully remember tubbo does a lot of subtle lore so the only way to understand the revival is if u get some conext before that. Sorry if it gets just a little bit rambley

I will do my best to explain but for some background ever since maybe purgatory 1 qtubbo has been spiraling. Then he got sunny and genuinely tried to be good for her. And he was!! Hes a great dad to sunny but qtubbo is very mentally ill.

Then he got kidnapped for purgatory 2 and came back significantly worse. He became very passively suicidal, like he didn't outwardly say he wanted out, but from his actions you wouldn't know any better. At least from chats pov. Like he would jump off the top of tubchunk and get downed and sunny would be forced to revive him. "Accidentally" falling off the wall when hanging with phil. Going against the eye workers and just not caring how many times he died. It was pretty bad.

He started feeling like all his friends didn't really care for him and only wanted to use him for the factories he made and the supplies he had created. Then fit and pac got together and again he got significantly worse. So because the relationship that is morning crew changed even tho they claimed it wouldn't. Tubbo started actively pushing people away. Like he would purposely be suppppper fucking annoying and loud and abrasive. It was like he was testing who would stay with him even if he was being a dick. And basically no one passed really. Like even sunny would constantly go to fit or pac or bagi. Saying she doesnt know how to help her dad, he needs help, plz help him. And they would all respond in some variation of "aaahhh its just tubbo!!! Hes fine. Hes just being dramatic." Or assume its about fred.

On top of that because of tubbos mental stability. He couldn't really help Sunny's with her feelings and mental stability.

And I wanna mention all the eggs could see him rotting away and they would mention it too their parents, but they were like "well keep an eye on him" but didn't exactly do much. At least from tubbos pov

But moving on to the new island/spawn point.

For the most part he didn't really interact with morning crew at first. He was with foolish and the town of fobo and he was so fucking happy!!!! It was awesome!! Like even sunny was so excited that tubbo was happy again. Foolish and town of fobo was a new start for him and he felt appreciated. But everything changed when create was put behind a pay wall (I love atla lmao)

So foolish got to get to work on town of fobo projects but tubbo was feeling extremely useless. He couldn't participate in the only way he knew how. create.

He felt useless without a purpose, and was trying hard to get the money for create. He had his high with the beginning of town of fobo but this new create playwall would be the star of a new low. He was once again actively rotting in front of his friends especially his daughter and only she and a few eggs really noticed. His friends would laugh and giggle that hes being dramatic. He was rotting away again in real time. Faster than before really. Tubbo was lacking purpose, he was useless in his eyes and started looking for a purpose, a reason to keep living.

How did he find that you're wondering??? By getting two lives. So one day we had a bunch of the eggos with him. One being empanada and he brought up the fact she's the only egg with one life. How that sucks and if he could he would give a life up for her. Empanada of course refuses. But he keeps going and was like "oh you know what would be really cool..... Only having 2 lives and if I die I don't come back for good." *stares at chayanne*

Empanada is refusing and hes like "naaahh it would be really fun and cool tho." She even tries to get him to stop by bringing up sunny. And he stops for a millisecond and says something like "sure she wouldn't like that too much but I'll be fine" so now he's on two lives.

The thing is tubbo was not hiding this information, like he brought it up all the time. "I have to be careful I only have 2 lives" then he lost one. "I only got one life then I'm dead dead." Feb 13 he almost lost it due to radiation (he will never escape the nuke aesthetic lol) and the next day valentines day he dies.

And I have to make it very clear tubbo keeps telling everyone hes working on one life. He only has one life. Hes doing hardcore. Everyone thought he was joking. So on valentines he went out with a group consisting of sunny, fit, ramon, phil, chayanne, chunsik, and richarlyson. They wanted to compete a dungeon together and tubbo was down for it.

Tubbo ended up making a beat with richarlyson that he ended up losing. Richas killed him, qtubbo ended up dying begging for fit to help him but he died anyway. But it wasn't like last time he didn't come back. Fit basically left immediately sunny was left just standing over her dads body in shock. Chayanne also thought he was joking this whole time but unfortunately learned that he was being serious. And phil was there to just laughing saying tubbos being dramatic lol. No one took his death seriously, like they were all joking and laughing in front of his daughter saying he was having a tantrum and would be back when create is back. The only other person who understood sunny was chayanne.

People only started takeing his death kinda seriously was after creation showed up. The eggs did at least

Now creation is a robot that a ~version of~ qtubbo made to protect the eggs. More importantly protect sunny. Especially in the event that "primary protector" aka tubbo is gone. So late during the valentines stream on phils end, creation shows up confirming that qtubbo is dead dead and hes not coming back unless creation has the proper data. His purpose. The only way to get tubbo back is to bring him back with his purpose

And now I can finally talk about this weeks streams. Creation comes and we are shown the message that was left for sunny. Saying he doesn't know how he got himself into this, and how sunny shouldnt have to hear this message. How he expects any of the adults there to care for her. He knows he hasn't been a good example of self care. But he explains that he will have no idea that he left the message, he will have no idea that the message will even exist. There's only 2 people that can show u this message, and he promises that he will make sure she will never see either of their faces. He apologizes and explains that he never expected to have to take care of anyone else. Goes on to say if he had known he was going to care for someone else he would have never signed up for this kind of "scheme" or "operation." We don't exactly know what hes talking about tho.

He again emphasizes that the friends that we have will take care of her. And how he refuses to believe that they would let anything happen to her. And tells her to keep going and have fun in life because she's just a kid. Then we were cut back to creation who finds sunny saying he needs to find people to help bring him back. They end up with a group consisting of bagi, sunny, empanada, and chayanne and they work together to get what creation needs to bring back tubbo. Its old smooth stone, form a mod, thats before the rest of the islands time. The old order creation stated. And eventually find a secret room in town of fobo, that bagi decodes a book to get the data needed to bring tubbo back. Builds a contraption and creation dies but tubbo is alive again!!!

Then we have the next stream and tubbo is back,,, but he's different-

he comes out of lava and only remembers dying and he thinks he's been gone a day at best. He learns that only fit helped sunny. He doesn't want to believe, but its mostly true. But oddly enough he plans to murder people cuz how dare people not take care of her. Hes more aggressive, he keeps making threats of murder and only sunny is safe it seems. Hes massively holding grudges as well.

they woke chayanne up and hes basically jumping on him and yelling lmao. Claims chay doesnt care cuz he didn't wake up immediately and isn't happy hes back. And like chatters know chay was genually fuck up after losing tubbo. But dude is s c r e a m i n g at sleeping chay.

Chay wakes up, they go outside and end up talking, learned he was gone a week but hes very loud not understanding the vibes of 2 depressed children who missed him very much. He keeps trying to speak but the windchimes are pissing him the fuck off to the point he rips them down. Noises in general is really pissing him off, like things that normally would be really quiet like fire places and the motor boats he gets really angry cuz he claims its really loud.

Just overall being a Menace. Like Chayanne apologized for hitting him and Tubbo was like "oh it's okay it's okay I understand but I will simply take note of that and you'll never know when I'll Strike Back." So he's threatening even the eggs even If he is joking. Qtubbo never use to do that, some.of the eggs ruined his farm and it sent him into a tirade of just talking about how things build up and up and up how they turn into large cracks in the wall and eventually the wall will break. But as he's doing this he practically yelling but aggressively. Also threatened chat saying he can prove how scary he can be lmao.

And was constantly asking people who they think the worse parent of the island is. Sunny and chay were just tryna see where he is mentally. But hes like cornering chay "DONT I LOOK FINE, IM ALL GOOD, WHATS WRONG???"

In other words hes very angry???

Fit was just existing and man's dogged on him "what you think you're so much better than me with your spit shine bald head of yours" and anytime any of the group would try and talk away from him hes just "ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME???" "WHATS HAPPENING, IS THIS ABOUT ME"

Oh and he keeps mentioning the little time people have left.

Like I said some of the eggs ruined Sunny and Leo's farm and he starts off calmish??? But just gets angrier or aggressive is a better term?. Planning to just stand over richas's bed and stare at him. Hes giving arg kinda need to draw that ngl.

He gets mad that the lil group of fit, chay, Sunny, and ramon for fixing the farm that the other eggs destroyed. And fit is trying to like convince him that it's okay like they're just kids it's a mistake. And fit is like it isnt your house so it's okay and tubbo is like "fit I think you're undermining my feelings how is that okay." And fit is just like "oh but it's just like a little thing so it's no worries." And this is how tubbo goes on his "chips and cracks in the walls monologue" that sums up his character perfectly.

Soooo yeeeaaaahhh revived tubbo something else

[musette22]

oooh Minnie....you know those fics out here that have the characters watching the future and things like that (where they watch their own movies or read the books and react? ) I was wondering if ever Steve and Bucky were to watch their movies (maybe an avengers watch the movies type situation) and they get progressively more confused as Endgame goes on because why would Steve ever leave Bucky? Or maybe they're watching CATFA and during the bar scene Steve watches the scene and realises that Bucky might have been in love with him. And the avengers pause the movie for Steve and Bucky to have a conversation because Steve sees the look on Bucky's face when Peggy arrives.

Oh and Steve reacting to the bank vault torture scene in WS as well as the in CW ....ooh the possibilities.

I'm sorry if I didn't explain myself very well.

Hello my darling! I'm sorry it's taken me a while to reply to this lovely message, it's been a very busy few days! But aaahhh, this is such a beautiful idea, especially the second one you mentioned 🥺 I can just imagine the Avengers, post-TWS, watching the new Captain America movie that's been made about Steve's life (featuring a pair of certain very handsome Hollywood heartthrobs...). And Steve is ready to hate it, as he's hated all the other movies about him he's seen, but he finds that he actually quite enjoys it, more than he thought he would - until they get to the scene in the bar you describe, and Steve huffs out an awkward laugh and says, "Okay, I'll admit this one is pretty good so far, but come on... I don't understand why they've made it look like Buck was jealous or something. Why would they do that? That's not how it was at all, right Buck?"

But Bucky doesn't say anything, eyes remaining glued to the screen and refusing to meet Steve's gaze. The rest of the Avengers are pretending not to be watching what's unfolding between them (except for Clint, who's openly staring at them while munching on popcorn), but the room is collectively holding its breath.

"Bucky?" Steve repeats, willing Bucky to look at him. "You were just teasing, right? You weren't actually jealous." He pauses, feeling wrongfooted somehow. "Were you?"

Bucky swallows audibly, meeting Steve's eyes for a fleeting moment before looking away again. "'Course not."

"You liked Peggy," Steve insists. "You- you were happy for me. Right? Buck?"

Bucky gives a jerky nod. "Sure, Steve."

Steve feels suddenly like he's missed a step on the stairs. "Bucky, what's- I don't understand, why-?"

With a deep, heartfelt sigh, Bucky's shoulders sag, and he finally looks up - and the look on his face makes Steve’s heart go into freefall.

"Steve..." Bucky shakes his head slowly. "Of course I was happy for you. Doesn't mean I didn't also want to yell and rage at her, for coming between us the way she did. For being what you wanted, what you deserved. For taking you from me. Even if you were never really mine."

And once Steve has recovered from the shock, once his heart has started beating and he's found his voice again, he finally, finally finds the courage to admit what he's been keeping a secret for all those years - that he's loved Bucky from the moment he met him and wanted him from the minute he was old enough to know what wanting someone meant, and that if he'd only known, there wouldn't have have been any question about it: he’d have chosen Bucky over Peggy in a heartbeat, in every single way, over and over again.

And as they fall into each other's arms, teary-eyed but happier than they've ever been, the other Avengers wipe away stray tears, sneakily hand each other cash.

Aaahhh I love this, nonnie 🥹🥹 And you're right, the possibilities *are* endless!! So many other amazing scenarios to think about with this particular trope! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with us, honey! ❤️😘

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Hm how bout Z-One for the character ask? :3

FUCKED UP PEEPAWWWWWWWWWWW

Why I like them/why I don’t: i know im like. THE Aporia girlie but make no mistake Z-one is also up there. he also makes me frothing rabid dogmouth crazy. HE'S A GREAT VILLAIN AND A GREAT CHARACTER AND PEOPLE HAVE SOME REALLY BAD TAKES ABOUT HIM BUT I'LL STILL BE HERE WITH MY SWORD AND SHIELD. FOREVER. like. he is just truly one of the most awful and unsettling and endlessly fascinating yugioh characters and each day im am so glad he's not just Yusei From The Future. he is Just Some Guy who thought he alone could save the world but Turning Himself Into The Protagonist Not Figuratively But Literally and then developed an absolutely insane god complex when that didn't work out. He condemned his closest friends to his own agonizing loneliness and then got all of them killed one way or another. He's a perfect "villain who thinks theyre doing the right thing" and his 'right thing' is DROPPING A DIVINE CITY ON ANOTHER CITY, KILLING EVERYONE. Z-one is petty and selfish and arrogant and fucking MEAN and i love him so fucking much. my favorite yugioh Big Bad by leaps and bounds. im so sad forever that his primary episodes never got dubbed. one day i'll write my character analysis of him. grandpa fucking suuuuuucks

What I like about their appearance: everything.... like. yusei's design is already so solid now make him Fucking Old as Balls and put him in a Crazy Life Support Contraption and that's Z-one and it fucking rules. i love how limp and gross looking his hair is. I love his contraption's gigantic CLAWS!!! THAT HE DUELS WITH. HE IS SO COOL IDGAF WHAT ANYONE SAYS

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? SAME IN BOTH. DONT GET ME STARTED ON Z-ONE'S ALMOST EVERYTHING NOT BEING DUBBED. AAAHHH

OTP: YOU KNOW IT'S ZONEPORIA BABEYYY!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE DIVORCE I LOVE OLD MAN AGONY. GOD AND HIS FAVORITEST MOST SPECIAL ANGEL. (i do also fuck w z-one/antinomy that's also one where im like. oh god. oh, god.)

NOTP: did see z-one/lester once and it made me want to start attacking people like a wild dog. 😐😑

OT3: iliaster peepaw polycule once more<3 this was paradigm-shifting for me.

Favourite card they use: Infinite Light aint my ao3 handle for nothin' <3 i really especially love his line for it in duel links, "my timelords will never leave my side again"-- he is SO angry and miserable over all his friends dying and 'abandoning' him he will make it EVERYONE'S problem!!!

Favourite moment they were in: to no one's surprise I do have to say it's his duel with Aporia. He is just so delightfully awfully nasty in that duel it makes my head explode. he lit his wife on fire in front of a child and god (himself) and everyone. HE IS NOT A GOOD PERSON. SLASH POS

Least favourite moment: my man is barely on screen enough for me to HAVE a least fav moment. all of his moments have me seated listening and learning etc

Something I associate with them: AND YOU SAID THAT ONE OF US WOULD BE ALL ALONE SOMEDAY / AND THE TRUTH OF IT ECHOED INEXHAUSTIBLY

Would I fuck, marry or kill them: ok i will leave this one in again just for now. old man pussy would not save me but i can dream. who said that. who the fuck said that.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

It's been a very long day because I went to bed at like 4am and then got up at 7am. I have had a nap since then, but like fjdndndndnfndnfjdjfndjd.

Last night I got to watch Ne Zha (2019) and I really liked it. It's an animated movie about Chinese mythology and the characters used some really cool weapons. I'm really looking forward to watching the sequel.

Graduation is also coming up in May so I did the paperwork for that this week.

Oof not the good old 3 hour sleep 🥴 I’m glad you got a nap in later

That sounds like an interesting movie! :)

AAAHHH GRADUATION?? NICE HANG IN THERE HOME STRETCH!!! 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

[mintytealfox]

So it looks like Hunter Norton gets some deduction quests. How we feeling about them?

I AM LIKE SO EXCITEDDDDDD!!! I hope they threw in some good little nuggets of info in there 👀 I am soooooo excited to unlock it ALL AAAHHH

The titles have me 👀 already lol

Shrewd 'Each step requires long-term planning'

Lonely 'The loneliness of separation must be endured on the climb up'

Sophisticated 'wear a mask for the sake of survival'

Willful 'Those who persist will encounter more opportunities'

Gloomy 'The other side of Kindness and affability'

Greedy 'Merely retaking what the heavens owe'

Arrogant 'Only by being bolder can you challenge destiny'

Hypocrite 'Important moments must be witnessed by companions'

Ruthless 'Exploding from deep within like an ignited explosive'

Numb 'Forget them and stay away from the dark underground'

GOLLY GEEZ ITS ALREADY SO DARN SAD WHAT THE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭

Here are my initial quick thoughts that may change after unlocking everything and even just pondering more:

we start off strong with 'shrewd' slamming down the fact that he has sharp wit, intelligent, and can clock people pretty quick 👀 Then with the follow up it makes me think he truly did put together a brilliant plan, that he had been working a long while on, and that would be hard pressed to fall apart. That plan was practically fool proof and likely guarantee that he gets away with it as well 👀 LONELY makes me want to FRIGGIN CRYYYY BROOO. Bro has been lonely for so darn long and he couldn't even find comradery with his coworkers or anyone 😭 Then with Benny being shady as hell, this makes me think that Norton didn't get overly attached in the end and was likely using Benny as much as Benny was using him. He really has the vibe of 'just deal with it, all will change one day' and it makes me so sad orz SOPHISICATED, GOSH, THE BOI!! He really has been wearing a mask for a LONG AF TIME! 'FOR THE SAKE OF SURVIVAL' MAKES ME COLLAPSE INTO A PUDDLE OF SADNESS!! Bro is doing everything he can to survive! Including leaving his true self locked up INSIDE GOSH DAMN WILLFUL, This manz has willpower of steel fr fr. Once he puts his mind to something he is friggin going for it my gosh 😭He believes he can break the chains with all of his being and I just -soobsss- GLOOMY, Bro is giving all the kindness and affability only to be left with nothing orz iimmmm the dude is so tragic I could scream GREEDY, BRO IS BOLD AS HELL LOOOOOOOOLL ARROGANT, I REST MY CASE LOOOOL HYPOCRITE, dude should become an actor cause he has been putting on the show of a lifetime fr. 'look, i am taking care of this crusty old maaaan, no way am I giving him the taste of his own medicine and using him. He has been the best teacher' RAAHHH RUTHLESS, NO KIDDING LOL Once he was ready to go he was READY AH Numb, orz bro completely lost himself after everything 😭 and I think if he lets himself feel for even a second he would just crumple up in despair and he can't let himself do that -SOBSSSSS-