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The Wolf now is Concerned. He isn't invested. He refuses to be invested in humans. Humans are food, not friends.
And yet. This utter sad sack needs help and Hairy McLumberjack is too busy fussing around with trees to do more than look in and tut occasionally.
And, it isn't like the Wolf can roam much. He had a serious surgery to get Steven out of his stomach. He needs recovery time.
It only makes sense that he recovers at Steve's. It's all Steve's fault anyway, if you think about it.
Steve is still mourning his relationship with Denise and dealing with his recent near-death experience. The latter would be easier if the cause of said-near-death experience hadn't decided to take over Steve's bed.
The Wolf is a demanding and infuriating roommate, but the more time they spend on bickering, the less time Steve has to feel sorry for himself. He ends up developing a new passion for cooking out of pure spite--he will prove to the Wolf that there are many better options for eating than 'raw human.'
"So raw my heart was literally still beating, Wolf."
"The better to warm my stomach, Steve."
It is when Little Red is visiting again, more than a week after the Wolf last felt a twinge of pain in his torso, that everything changes again.
"Mama said to invite you to dinner, Uncle Steve," Little Red says. "You can come, too, Uncle Wolf."
Steve and the Wolf meet each other's horrified gaze as they both realize the domestic comfort they've found and created in each other.
That night, long after Little Red has returned home, the Wolf says he's leaving and he goes.
For the first time in weeks, Steve doesn't have to share his bed.
(After the first few nights when the Wolf had claimed his bed, Steve decided he was not going to be forced to the couch again. They each dared the other to leave the bed if they were 'too uncomfortable' to share. Neither left. Neither ever admitted, in the weeks that followed, how nice it was to have someone else there.)
He can't sleep.
In the morning, he eats some berries for breakfast. Lunch is a leftover soup. Dinner is more of the same.
Cooking is less fun on his own, less fun when he doesn't have the Wolf stealing his ingredients and making sly comments from the side.
Meanwhile, the Wolf is in the forest and utterly refusing to admit that his rabbit is a bit gamey, that its flesh would be better shredded with a spicy sauce and served over whipped potatoes. He is a Wolf. He doesn't need cooked food. He doesn't want it.
The flesh and blood are warm in his mouth, but they do not heat his belly like one of Steve's stews. The forest is so unreasonably cold.
And lonely.
"He tried to eat me, Laura," Steve complains to his sister, Little Red's mother.
"From what I understand, he successfully ate you. That lumberjack cut you free, no?"
"The lumberjack! Now, he would make sense. He's handsome, right? Saved my life even. If I had to-- why couldn't I have--" the words won't come out. Steve's never been attracted to anyone male before.
Until the Wolf.
His face flushes bright red and his sister sighs. "You could do worse than that Wolf, Steve."
He buries his face in his hands.
The Wolf goes by the cabin when he knows Steve will be in town, attending the dinner Little Red had invited them to, the dinner that ruined everything.
The ice box has no ice and the plants inside are limp and shriveled. A stew pot, crusted with the dried remnants of broth, sits on the stove. Another pot is half-full with congealed oatmeal.
The Wolf refuses to feel guilty. He is a wild creature. He is not meant to live within four walls like some domesticated dog.
He washes the pots and tosses the ruined vegetables and herbs. It is during this last task that he runs into the lumberjack.
"Glad to see you're back" the Lumberjack says. "He's been missing you."
I'm not back, the Wolf wants to snarl, and, What business is it of yours? Instead, he says, "I don't belong here."
The lumberjack shrugs. "Well, I don't know about that. I think we belong wherever we love and are loved."
"So, what, you're having a love affair with a hundred trees? Do you chop them down after you break-up?" It isn't his best line, but the lumberjack laughs anyway.
"My love was turned into a tree and hidden in this wood. Someday I will find and free him from his curse. Until then, my job gives me more than enough time to search."
"So you're saying it could be worse," the Wolf says. "I could be in love with a tree."
The lumberjack's smile broadens and he nods. "Instead you're only in love with a man."
It is only then that the Wolf realizes what he'd said. The truth of it warms him inside out. "I'm going to go back inside."
He doesn't say he's going to stay. That's what he means anyways.
The next morning, carrying a basket of leftovers, Steve returns to his cabin. He is dreading being alone again, but he cannot live in his sister's house.
He wants the Wolf. He doesn't understand how or why the Wolf has become so important to him, but maybe that doesn't matter. He just wants that strange and frustrating beast back in his kitchen, his bedroom, his life.
He has decided to track down the Wolf just as he's opening his cabin door.
And the Wolf is there.
Glass shatters as the basket falls from his hand. The Wolf's coat is warm and musky under his hands and cheek. His snout presses cool against Steve's neck. His claws prick lightly along his back. Steve can barely think for the utter relief flooding through him.
"I'm back," the Wolf says, unnecessarily. He is holding Steve as tightly as Steve is holding him.
Neither can quite feel embarrassed by their reactions to one another given the other is reacting quite the same.
"Good," Steve says. "Stay."
"Wild creatures don't belong indoors," the Wolf warns. He wants to stay, but some fear lingers. He can only promise now, not forever.
Steve, though, is unconcerned. He steps back, looking his Wolf in the eye. He lifts a hand to his Wolf's maw and traces a thumb along the seam of his mouth, the same mouth and sharp teeth that had once devoured him. "Since when," he asks, "have you cared about arbitrary rules?"
The Wolf flicks his tongue against Steve's thumb. "Since when, indeed."
inspiration struck in a really, really weird way
#steve and the wolf#not!fic#this rather got away from me#i did not mean to write this much#but it just kept growing#that comic was very inspiring
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One Piece Headcanons - âYou can handle itâ with Portgas D. Ace, Eustass Kid and Dracule Mihawk (NSFW)
cw: fem!reader, m!dom, comfort, softcore, Kid is mean but not really, fingering, guys have a large dick and youâre just a silly girl.
Portgas D. Ace
Whenever youâre with Ace he makes sure youâre eased, and feel comfortable under his care. You can expect gentle, warm touches and long makeout sessions before you get into the nasty. You lived stressful times in the past few days. You were tensed, and it not only showed how you were a little more sensitive and even a little grumpy these days, but you felt it physically too. You were in your shared bed with Ace, he held you in his arms, spooning your back against his heating chest. He traced his fingers on your stiff shoulders, gently caressing away the tufts of your hair out of the way of your neck.
âCan I do something to make you relax, babe?â He asked, implying on a bit of a fun with his fingers running down on your chest towards the bottom of your belly. His fingers found a way to sneak under the underwear you wore, and began to carefully circle around your clit, while he pressed his heated lips against your neck, leaving gentle yet eager kisses here and there. âYou stress too much, baby.â He whispered into your ear with a kiss. He nipped your earlobe between his lips, teasing you to get you in the mood. Even with so little effort, you craved more of him, encouraging him with lovely sighs he adored so much. He couldnât wait to hear you say his name between two of your pleased breaths.
Your pulled your underwear down on your legs, so you could freely spread them apart wider for him. He smiled, chuckling while he kissed you on your cheek and neck over and over again. Each kiss felt more and more hotter, quite literally. He loved using his devil fruit power on you in the bed, and he knew you also enjoyed him playing with the temperatures of his hand andâŠother places of his body.
When he reached your entrance with two of his fingers, he noticed how tensed you were. You werenât so wet yet, and he felt the tightness around his fingers, so he didnât rush putting them in. His other hand moved to your face, gently pulling you towards him so he could see your expression. You seemed slightly worried.
âI donât know what the matter isâŠâ You tried explaining. âIâm never this tight.â
âBaby, I donât blame you.â He hushed and comforted you by pressing his mouth against yours. His burning lips chained to yours, his tounge found a way to meet your tounge and embrace eachother with passion. He took it slow, almost a tease.
He parted your lips for a few moments, just so he could see your face while he starts rubbing on your clit once again. You became so wet by just a few moments of kissing. In that moment, two of his fingers reached down to your entrance again. It slipped in so easily, yet he was very careful not to cause you any pain or discomfort. When he finally pushed the last digits of his fingers in, he began rubbing his fingertips against the sweet spot of your pussy. It was his favorite part when he could watch your struggle not to become too loud because of his touches.
âThatâs my girl.â He praised you before he leaned into a kiss once again. Just as his mouth, his fingers working on you began to heat up against your body that made you even more crazy for him. You moaned into the kiss, while he smiled into it as a reaction. âI knew you could handle it, you just needed a little time, right?â
Eustass Kid
Captain Kid was never known for his patience. He was reckless, rough and sure as hell one of an impatient man. When he commanded something, that must be done, when he asked something, he wanted answers, and when he wanted something, he wanted it right away. It wasnât an exception when it was about sex with you. A slightly more cropped shirt or a fabric he liked on you in the right moment and thatâs it, you were already in the tight hold of his metal arm until he threw you on his bed to make you his.
It was a similar case this time as well, you were already laying on your back against his sheets when he climbed top of you, kissing you wildly as he reclined his arms beside the two sides of your head. He bit your lower lip while you kissed, his human hand reached to cup one of your tits into his palm, massaging it roughly, yet not hard enough to cause you pain.
âI want you.â He groaned, leaning closer to you, the tip of his nose tickled your ear as he talked. âLet me fuck you⊠I wanna fuck you âtil you pass out, or âtil we both do.â
You only chuckled as a tease, and that made him even more eager to be rough with you. He quickly sat up on his knees, and he ran his hand under your skirt so he could pull your underwear down from your legs, and might as well free his manhood from his pantâs trap.
âKidâŠâ You moaned out his name, reflecting on his rough movements, hoping that he might slow a little down. Ha, you were wrong.
âToo late, no mercy for yaâ babydoll.â And just like that, he leaned down to you once again, attacking your lips with his one more time. His red lipstick stained marks on your mouth and on itâs corners, leaving his messy tracks on you so whenever he looks at your face while he fucks you hard, he could acknowledge it even more that itâs his work. Heâs the one who does this to you. His real hand adjusted the tip of his cock to your wet entrance, pushing his way inside you without further more questions. You moaned loud and pressed your palms against his shoulders to resist. God, how is he this huge?!
âHurts, hurts, hurts!â You warned him not to continue, and he indeed stopped, tilting his head sideways as a mean grin appeared on his face.
âAw, are we tight?â His mocking tone made you blush and pressed one of your palms against his face to wipe down the grin of his face as a reply. He caught your hand by your wrist and pushed it down against the sheets. âCome on, I know yaâ can handle me, baby.â His voice was still teasing, but it was an encouragement in his own way. Heâd never admit, but he will be very careful with the penetration, because he doesnât want to hurt you the way you donât want it. He tries his best not to tell you he cares deeply for you, and for your body as well. When heâs finally inside with his whole length, heâd start rocking his hips slowly, still having your arm pressed against the bed by his hand, while his metal arm reclined above your head. âThere yaâ go babe⊠It wasnât that hard, was it?â
Dracule Mihawk
You and Mihawk had your flings a few times, but since he wasnât the type of man who needs it often, you barely remember when was the last time you two have seen eachother between the sheets. The Warlord had you as a welcomed guest that night, and your conversations beside a good glass of wine led you to his bedroom once again. As much as you could recall, he was always remarkable when it was about carnal desires. He laid you down on his dark-red silk sheets, nesting himself between your legs. He pulled your elegant trousers down with your panties at the same time, leaving you a little flustered.
âYouâre fast.â You claimed, and he leaned over to your face to kiss your cheek gently.
âMust be the wine, or Iâm just not in the mood to play with the prey.â He teased, though his hawk-like eyes told you heâd rather want to eat you alive like a hawk does to a helpless bunny, than to bed you in incensed candle lights. Though as I mentioned that you donât do these kinds of things often, it seems like when he has the inspiration to have you in his bed, he likes taking it slow. He teased you with his fingers all around your body. His short-clipped nails traced invisible lines on your stomach, on your chest, shoulders, and down on your arms to reach your bottom parts once again. He liked kissing your body, and you liked how his moustache and beard tickled your skin, that sometimes it made you flinch. He secretly treasured those little flinches of yours.
You were both completely naked when he decided to finally stop the tease, and enter you after such a long time. Melting into eachother wasnât something heâd do to anyone, because it means becoming one with another person in his mind, which means, you were the only one worthy for him. But oh, something wasnât right. He only managed to put his tip in, and your expression you gave were painful, you were gripping the red silk tightly to endure.
âWhatâs the matter?â He asked, and you became quite embarrassed. You were wet, and you wanted him to put it in for so long now, and yet youâre the one who closed the doors.
âI- I think Iâll have to get used to your length again, darling.â You mumbled out quietly, and at first he didnât say anything in response. One of his hands moved to your hand that grabbed on the sheets, and raised it to his mouth, so he could press a gentle kiss on top of it. He tried comforting you in his own, quiet way.
âAlright, sweetheart. Weâll take it slow for you.â He spoke tenderly, leading your hand back to the bedsheet, chaining your fingers into eachother as a matter of support. His other hand was helping to adjust himself into you, directing it slowly inside. When he felt like he can keep it in, he moved his hand under your hip, so he could raise your bottom just enough to make it easier for you to take him. With his help and care, it wasnât even slightly painful. âThere you go, my love, I knew you could handle it.â
#one piece headcanons#hcs#one piece smut#one piece hcs#dracule mihawk#mihawk x reader#mihawk smut#portgas d ace#portgas ace smut#portgas ace x reader#ace x reader#ace headcanons#mihawk headcanons#eustass kid#eustasscaptainkid#eustass kid x reader#eustass kid smut
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The story of us â Lamine Yamal.
Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Flick!Reader
Summary: When you and Lamine first met, it was because of a simple mistake. It was sweet and cute, and now you were faced with the task of telling your father about your relationship, or, well, convincing Lamine to agree to it.
Word count: 1.6k+
Disclaimer/s: Outfit read is wearing is in the first pic! Fluff , reader is Hansi Flickâs daughter , teasing , banter , ect.
A/N: Hi! So iâm unfortunately obsessed with the coaches daughter trope. This is ESPECIALLY dedicated to 2/3 @halfwayhearted and 1/3 dedicated to @sakashq . I love you both. Sorry that I gave you towards the end..
When your dad said dress formally⊠he wasnât very specific. A dozen dresses and skirts laid out on your bed, each one a different level ranging from casual to fancy. Exhaling a long, annoyed breath, you tap your foot against the wooden floorboard.
Your door clicking open had you groaning. âDadââ
âThis is not.. the bathroom.â A boyâs voice says slowly. Whipping around you are met with a tall, dark, and.. oh lord he was cute.
Your eyebrow lifts teasingly. âReally? What was your first clue?â She recognized himâLamine. You had known the names of every single Barcelona player, your father made sure of that.
The boy laughs lightly, his head dipping down as a light blush spreads across his cheeks. âFunny.. Soââ He trails off, his eyes trailing over the clothes spread across your bed.
âHold on! Iâll give you directions to the bathroom, but first,â You step aside, âhelp me pick? Iâm having a bit of trouble choosing.â
Lamine meets your eyes, silently asking for permission to take a closer look. You give him a short nod, your lip curling slightly. He takes a few steps forward, standing at your side and thinks for a moment, taking a few glances at you. âYouâre wearing silver jewelry?â
You hum, âyup!â
âThen, the pink top with the white skirt.â He nods to himself. as if to assure himself of the choice.
âPerfect.â You clap your hands together. Grabbing the set, you turn towards him. âBathroom is literally two doors back, on the left side.â
Lamine laughs, âI overshot?â
âYes, Lamine, you did.â
His name leaving your lips not only had a weird feeling growing in his stomach, it also had his eyebrows pulling together. âYou know my name?â
Your eyes move from side to side, âuh⊠yeah? My dad is about to be your coach, is he not?â
Lamine stumbles over his words, âwellâIâokay. True. He never told us your name, though.â He cocks his head to the side with a grin.
You tell him your name and he tests it out on his tongue, hating the way he loved how it rolled off so easily. âThatâs a cool name.â Lamine internally slaps himself. Cool? Seriously?
You clasp a hand over your mouth, hiding the smile that almost accompanied a laugh at the painful look that crossed his face. Removing your hand, you nudge your head to the door. âBathroom?â
His eyes widen, âuh, yep! Yeah, thank you! Again.â
âYou didnât thank me the first time.â
âRight.â
Lamine gives you two thumbs up, his nervous smile falling instantly. A small giggle bubbles in your throat and he takes that as his cue to leave, fast.
When you finish dressing, you slip on your small heels and exit your bedroom. The dining room was packed full of people when you arrived, taking you a bit by surprise. While you searched the room for your parents, your sisters hadnât come, too busy with their lives and leaving you all aloneâyou stumble into the back of someone.
âOh shitââ You hiss, âiâm so sorry.â
âItâs okay,â the mans voice was familiar, as if you heard it only ten minutes ago.
Great.
âWow! Humiliating ourselves in front of each other twice in ten minutes, good for us.â You pat his shoulder, eyes drifting to the people beside him who were observing the two of you curiously.
HĂ©ctor Fort, Alejandro Balde, and Pau CubarsĂ. Wow! You just humiliated yourself in front of so many people. Great going.
âUh, this is Flickâs daughter.â Lamine explains, âlong story. Donât ask.â He adds when he received more questioning looks.
You give them a short wave, introducing yourself. They do the same, although you didnât need them to. âIt was nice to meet you all, but I better go find my dad!â
Scurrying off, you approach your dad. âI just absolutely embarrassed myself in front of so many people. Remind me again just why I had to attend?â
Hansi looks down in your direction, âwe already talked about this. Iâm sure it wasnât that badâwhere is your mother?â
Huffing, you nod your head in her direction. âTalking to one of the wives.â
âPerfect, now.. go converse.â He waves you in a random direction, âjust have fun. Okay?â
âFun?â You grumble as he places a kiss to the top of your head.
âFun.â He nods, walking off to find his wife.
When the dinner was finally over and youâd exhausted yourself with bare minimum conversations, you make your way toward the balcony that overlooked your back lawn. The cool night air brushed against your shoulders.
Letting out a long breath, your eyes flutter shut. The moment of peace youâd been wanting all night had finally arrived.
Or not.
âMay I join you?â
Opening your eyes, you turn your head to look at Lamine. âSure, why not.â You say quietly.
Lamine stands beside you, not speaking thankfullyânot that you wouldâve minded, but it was nice to have some quiet time.
Minutes pass before either of you speak. You initiate it, not looking at him, âso.. thoughts?â
âOn what?â
âI dunno, the house, my dad.. anything, I guess.â You shrug, twirling around so your back was leaning against the railing.
Lamine rests his hip against it, giving you an amused smile. âYour house is, well, fancy. And your dad is scary, but funny.â He answers truthfully.
You snicker, finding it funny how everyone who met your dad thought he was scary. Hansiâyour father, was quite the opposite. Maybe it was just because you were his daughter, but your dad did have quite the humor when he wanted to.
âMy dad is the least scary person in the world. If he was, you wouldnât be out here alone with me. He wouldâve been right behind you.â You nod toward the balcony door. âI promise heâs a chill guy.â
âYouâre only saying that because heâs your dad.â Lamine counters. He believed you, but he couldnât help but doubt it when he saw the mans resting face.
Your name being shouted interrupts your conversation. You glance in the voices direction, seeing your motherâs head pop out of the door. âYour fatherâs about to make his.. speech.â She looks toward Lamine, eyebrow raising. âYouâll be needed too, Lamine.â
âWeâll be in soon!â You call back, silently begging for her to leave. She does, giving you a knowing look that you scowl at.
âOkay, we should probably go.â You say slowly, taking a few steps away from the railing, âbut, heyââ
Lamine pauses mid step, glancing at you. âYeah?â
âCould I get your number?â Your face grows a bright red, âthat was far too direct. I just.. well you seem cool.â
The boy laughs, âyeah, of course. Here.â He reaches for his phone in his back pocket and hands it to you, allowing you to type your number in and save your contact.
âText me sometime, iâm pretty much always available. New country and all..â You continue walking to the door, Lamine close in tow.
Months had passed, five long months. Lamine had texted you the day after he got your number and you had never stopped talking. You started hanging out regularly, which eventually progressed into his asking you out.
Youâd been dating for a few weeks, and in those weeks youâd tried to convince Lamine that it would be okay to tell your dad, that he wouldnât mind, but he had his doubts.
Sitting on the couch at Lamineâs parentâs house, one of the few places you could be together without the eyes of the public on you. Your head rested on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you.
âLamine.â You rub your temples, âhe literally adores you! If Iâm being honest, he probably likes you more than me. So please, I hate hiding this from him.â
Contemplating for a moment, he finally lets pit a sigh of defeat. âOkay! Okay. Fine, but if he sells me to a different club, itâs your fault.â
Laughing, you tilt your head up. âYouâre my dadâs little starboy, heâs not selling you to anyone.â You tease, your lips pulling into a smirk.
Rolling his eyes at you, Lamine tips his head closer, lips inches from yours. âYou are so annoying.â He grumbles, pecking your lips sweetly.
âYeah, well, you love that about me.â You greet his lips in a small kiss, only pulling away to grab your phone. âDiner at parents tonight?â
âTonight?â Lamineâs eyes widen. âHell no.â
âHell, yes! Actually.â You laugh, âdress nicely.â
You forced Lamine through the front door, your hand gripping his tightly. âGet in! Youâre acting like you canât walk.â
âYeah, well, iâm sort of paralyzed in fear. No thanks to you.â He hisses, scowling when he sees the entertained look on your face.
âIs that you, Engel? [angel]â Your dads voice calls out from the living room.
âYeah!â You yell back, turning to lamine to whisper, âI may have forgotten to mention you were my boyfriend.â
Lamine has no time to react when your dad walks out of the living room entrance to greet you. A sweat breaks out on the boys forehead when his coaches eyes land on him.
âLamine? What are you doing hereâŠâ He stops speaking slowly, eyes flickering to you with something a little less than surprise, but something near it. âHuh.â He nods. âWell, dinners almost ready. You can go to the dining room.â
Mild reaction, expected reaction.
âPerfect! Iâm starving.â You squeeze Lamineâs hand and pull him toward the kitchen, trying not to comment on the absolute fear written across his face.
likes , comments , and reblogâs are all appreciated. lmk if youâd like to be tagged in future lamine posts.
DTS , @halfwayhearted @sakashq @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @joaoflms @spidybaby !
#lamine yamal#lamine yamal x reader#lamine yamal x you#lamine yamal one shot#lamine yamal imagine#lamine yamal fluff#lamine yamal x y/n#lamine yamal x fem!reader#blurb#football#fluff#fanfic#fc barcelona#fc barcelona fic#fc barça#hansi flick#coaches daughter x athlete
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you SHOULD talk about your ocs more i wanna hear about the toxic yuri
sachie is a pathetic moody woman who was abandoned by the show industry and now she has to make it everyone else's problem ... amala is the captain of her own pirate ship and she would probably wear sachie like a freshly knitted mitten ... but if they got to know each other they'd probably enjoy each other's company (and bond over their problems)
#again they will literally never meet each other#all my ocs exist in the same universe but the story sachie is apart of she's stuck in tudor england (like 1500s ad)#and amala is in recent times but she's almost always in the middle of the atlantic lol#god i need to do something with my ocs#oc tag#asks#friend tag
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Still on my Ulder & Wyll bullshit but like
I keep thinking of Ulder Ravenguard, sending away his only son at seventeen, and years later hearing of a hero with a fine rapier and mismatched, kind eyes and manners from a storybook, and thinking, demanding surely not. that cannot be my son. my son is a devil's servant. it cannot be. i have no son.
and then after seven long years meeting Wyll again, at Wrym's Rock through a mindflayer's thrall, and feeling something like relief, not at seeing him but at this cold surety that this boy, this man, this hero of the frontiers could not be his son, because his son was not this tall and old and sure-footed, and did not have curling horns and a devil red eye, and the rumors must be wrong, and this Blade must be a stranger.
And then Wyll looks at him, with such kind eyes- his mother's eyes still, even devil-tainted- and calls him "father", and he knows, he knows, and his son is here, so much older and wearier and stronger, too, and he's a hero and a man and by gods he's a monster and by gods he's his son.
#never gonna be normal about this#sorry#i exist to scream about wyll ravenguard please and thank you#they're just so dhagfdskjgfyuosgd#its about the themes okay#something about distance and meeting each other again unrecognizable. something about seven years to be a man and seven years still the sam#idk its too late for coherent thoughts okay#bg3 wyll#baldurs gate wyll#ulder ravengard#like you know the line: âi was a fool at best; a traitor at worst. and the grand duke ravenguard suffers neitherâ#sadlkfghouysdglfusdjgujdsljhsdf#foaming at the mouth#literally so insane about them#someday im gonna write that fic i want to#and im giving the 3 other people who care about them 3d8 physic damage#wyll#wyll ravengard
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Young odysseus convincing everyone Ithaca is nothing but a poor island with rocks and goats to avoid any raids/conquerors/so he doesn't get murdered for talking to Helen bc "it's not like he's a real choice"
Young odysseus falling in love with Penelope at the same event: wait. Wait shit I fucked up hold on just hear me out
#the odyssey#Odysseus#Penelope#Pre-canon(?)#odypen#Odypen meet ulgy#When the cute âbumpkinâ boy wants to marry you but only brought 3 goats for your cousins gifts#AND you caught him spying on your family#There's like a single line in the odyssey where I think some god is narratoring (not 100% sure)#And they have a well actually interjection moment to explain how Ithaca isn't just one island it actually has a shit ton of land#And is technically richer then every other country#Which honestly just makes it funnier that odysseus was like welp time to beg again with zero issues for 10 years#But it will never not be funny to me that young odysseus really shot himself in the foot with Penelopes family for the start#Like clearly it worked out but I bet Penelope father HATES him#Listen odysseus showed up to Helen's courting for the drama ONLY he never planned on marrying her#Bc he knew her husband would be murdered immediately#My man showed up for the drama and stayed for Penelope#Otp#I love them#And need more of these two being rat bastards to each other and LOVING it#Listen neither one of them has let a single thing go in their whole life and they like that about the other#Odysseus going to buy anything for his wife ever#Penelope: Oh my can we afford that this is just a simple rock island with a few goats#Odysseus: dressed head to toe in very very rich cloth that his wife made#Ithaca with the fastest ships bc ody designed new ones#Penelope: literally dripping with jewels that were MAYBE stolen (shut up you can't prove anything and Penelope likes it when he's a bastard#Odysseus: you're so right my bad that was so irresponsible for getting you a gift. Perhaps your father would like to pay instead?
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oh man the judge/calliope and pallas&agnes thoughts are really eating holes in my brain tonight,,,,,,
#about to ramble extensively in these tags so bear with me lol#anyways it makes me want to run in circles bc there r like. the similarities of course there are.#judge and agnes separated from their families and home for better or for worse trying to make their way back to that.#calliope and pallas absolute gnarled messes of self loathing calcified by extremely destructive magic.#both duoâs have the undying loyalty have the tenderness have the when is a monster not a monster oh when you love it#of it all.#but then thereâs the fact that what judge and calliope have going on is very much romantic+sexual where pallas and agnes are Not#and that undeniably colours so many of their interactions#so the intimacy in both of the relationships is expressed in a different context#and thereâs also agnes primarily concerned with her own survival vs judgeâs dedication to a larger cause and quest#pallas priding themself on control of their powers vs calliopes unmanageable werewolf transformations#the fact that pallas and agnes meet at 17 and are total strangers#while judge and calliope have known each other since they were kids and growing into each other#judge wanting to protect agnes from pallas and warning her to Be Careful Because Theyâre A Killer while calliope#(<- has killed and will kill again) is literally standing at her shoulder#agnes BONE DEEP conviction that pallas will never hurt her despite everything vs calliope having hurt judge VERY badly in the past#and judge forgiving him for it even tho they didnât want to be forgiven#this is probably incoherent but i am THINKING i am pondering#these fourâŠ. god.#wip: ghost story
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i went wandering off in my pokespe gallery and had to relieve how wonderful this scene played out. no kidding
please dont read the tags i got emotional there /lh
#the.plot felt a bit confusing to me admittedly but oras did so well in trying to make franticshipping incredibly satisfactory since#at the end of rs we couldn't really tell if they settled with each others feelings yet (APPARENTLY NOT BECAUSE THEY'RE PRIDEFUL AND DUMB/JJ)#but at least sapphire still had some thoughts about it but i was kinda mad WHY DIDNT RUBY GIVE HIS HALF OF THE FEELINGS PROPERLY!!!#WELL THIS HAPPENED WHERE HE OPENLY CONFESSES ABOUT HOW MUCH HE CARES ABOUT HER AND THE WHOLE WORLD CELEBRATED#in r/s they were constantly separated from each other by WILL BECAUSE they despise each other so much#in oras - after confessing - it literally ACHES for ruby to not see her like take a fucking shot everytime he says wheres sapphire????#THEY WERE ALWAYS AWAY FROL EACH OTHER HERE AND HE FEELS SO GUILTY FOR EVERY TIME SAPPHIRE GETS HARMED#FOR EXAMPLE; FIGHTING WITH ZINNIA AND FALLING OFF THE ROCKET - LOSING HER VOICE - RUBY HOLDING THE SECRET FROM SAPPHIRE BY PROMISING STEVEN#LITERALLY EVERUTHING SHE DOES MAKES HIM FEEL ALL THE MORE GUILTY AND HE CANT EVEN TELL HER STRAIGHT HES SORRY BECAUSE THEY'RE LITERALLY#FUCKING AWAY FROM EACH OTHRHADHDHRHSBRBDBSHSHSHE#AND WHEN THEY FINALLU MEET UP VIA TROPIUS AND RAYQUAZA SHE TELLS HIM TO SHUT UP AND HOLD HIS EMOTIONS FOR NOW. THAT'S HOW DESPERATE HE WAS#TO SEE EHR AGAIN AHAHAHAHTDTHHGG IM SO INSANEEE#AND AT THIS MOMENT HE ALMOST EMOTIONALLY CONFESSES WITH TEARS HE DOESNT WANT TO LEAVE HER AGAIN BECAUSE WORST COMES TO WORST HE'LL NEVER SEE#HER IF HE TRIES TO SAVE THE WORLD BY HIMSELF FROM THE METEORRRRRR AKAAJAHAAJ#AND THATS WHY HE INVITES HER TO SAVE THE WORLD TOGETHER AS CORNY AS IT SOUNDS BUT ITS BECAUSE IF HE'LL DIE HE WANTS TO DIE WITH HER AAAHSGDV#AND SAPPHIRE'S REACTION WAS FAINTING WHICH TBH WAS A COMEDIC MOMENT FOR SUCH AN IMPACTFUL DIALOG FROM HIM BUT AJDHSJHDS MAKES ME HAPPY#y'all don't even get me started how this plays out when stevaide is in here DON'T EVEN#~ rambling#i just woke up and i chose violence (franticshipping)#pokespe hours
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"just me and my weird ass relationship with my dad against the world" i say as i look into the mirror and see a carbon copy of my dad
#love him though. love him so much#we just literally never talk. i have never had a proper conversation with him because we can't. do that#and i also haven't seen him in more than a year and i miss him!!! but if we did meet we just wouldn't. talk. again#sixth (parental) love language where we just are aware of each other's existence and sometimes check on each other#sigh. anyway#raysidk
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ik this is my aesthetic sideblog but i just need to be vulnerable and Not On Main for a moment thank u
#i have been seeing someone lately and it is going so well like. truly So Well. and naturally part of me is like 'well why don't we sabotage#that' because 1) obviously i do not deserve good things and 2) i still am So Fucking Hung Up on h. like it has been YEARS the time we dated#is literally a BLIP in the timeline like it does not count. BARELY dated we hooked up ONCE like why does she still have this stupid fucking#control over me still. so much so that i am fully thinking i should call this off bc i cannot date someone when i'm still not over her#again! it has been YEARS!! like as in ten since we dated! eight since we hooked up!! five since we saw each other in person last!!!#and the person i'm seeing is so fucking cute and sweet and i love talking to them and spending time with them and they are also like. So Ho#and also Not my ex best friend!!!!!#i just. h and i live in the same city now. it's not out of the realm of possibility that we run into each other. and i don't know what i'd#do if we did. but i need to accept that facebook friends is all we will ever be and that i will never get the 'closure' i want so bad#trying to make myself believe and accept the last meeting theory but i just. idk#this is stupid i'm a wreck i'm so sorry i will be deleting this later i just need to get it out of my stupid fucking brain
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Head empty thoughts full of the antigone incest essay
#genuinely think it was the reason why i like it so much right now#like. ive always loved me some codependency in ships and like incest especially from messed up families is the epitome of that#and oooh boy does antigone have it in spade#spades#fuck sorry its 1:30 am#anw the whole#'the true tragedy's core is about love#antigone is ismene's heromene and this is why she wants to save her#yet antigone's heramenos is polynices who is long dead#and to meet again w her heramenos she is willing to die#for due to how deeply incestuous the thebian family is#its impossible for antigone (and ismene too!) to find an heramenos who doesnt fully share her blood#(and thus haemon (whose name literally means man of blood) who is her cousin from the non incestuous part of her family#cannot be ever her heramenos)#they also went on a tangent about cannibalism as a metaphor for incest because#the closest a person can be is either within the womb (both as siblings or parent/child)#or in someone elses stomach#and chronos eating his own kids is an extension of that thought#(and also as a way to say 'every generation will get swallowed by time kids will turn into adults and their children too etc#and its interesting how this again correlates with antigone. she outright refuses it because her own family structure is distorted#mother had children with her son. their kids are both siblings and uncles/aunts to each other#a mistake that will never *repeat*#and therefore antigone is left all alone. yes. oedipus is still alive. exiled and blind but alive#but jocasta is dead and he sure as hell wont have children with jocasta again#therefore making it unable for him to unnaturally#concieve another son who will fill the void that polynices (and eteocles!) have left in antigone's heart#goood sophocles. if there is an afterlife i want to make out with you sloppy style
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By the way Trish was hoping the entire time to hear some sort of comfort from Bruno and felt upset by his cold and detached demeanor because he's the only person who served as some sort of familial figure and offered her any amount kindness or protection And he did want to say those things to her and when he finally DID offer words of comfort it wasn't ACTUALLY Trish and he only Thought it was Trish and she never got to hear him say those things to her and he has no idea he never got to tell her. Just so you know
#jjba#txt#When i was rewatching Vento Aureo and realized this it made my stomach drop#So you will have to know too#im so normal about this im so normal#Listen i hate mommy bruno characterization like i really really do but#Not only does this disprove it (He shows a cold demeanor to the gang members to try and avoid attachment and provide stability in times of#emotional desperation and not some sort of motherly figure like the fandom tries to say he is instead of a MAFIA GANG LEADER)#I also do think the one familial sort of attachment present is him and Trish. This is not the mom thing#Its just quite literally she has no one else to rely on. The elevator scene she was so scared of meeting a father who's intentions she does#t even know And Bruno is so young but he is the only adult figure she can rely on there. Perhaps its not parental but familial in other way#Either way hes the only person that can support her in that situation and shes frustrated that hes acting cold#But the thing is he has to act cold because he has to keep it together and i bet he didnt want her to become attached to him at first in th#t way PROBABLY mirroring his childhood as well he wanted to keep her away from this sort of lifestyle and not have her be associated with#him or the gang so that she could live a safe life#But i imagine he realized at some point that she has no one else BUT WHEN HE FINALLY TOLD 'HER' THINGS TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER#IT WASN'T HER HE THOUGHT IT WAS BUT IT WASN'T AND THEY'RE NOT GOING TO SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN#This connection never got to grow They don't know this about the other. He never got to say these things and she never got to either#im so sad Im so sad#So like i said this is the only familial thing I think Bruno has going on.#I see Bruno as more of a cool uncle or brother though. I cant see him as a parent. He is so young. Everyone forgets this#But either way he would be the only caretaker that she has. But they didnt get to have that chance#Its just heartbreaking#Im so sad#YOUVE HAD NOTHING BUT HORRIBLE THINGS HAPPEN TO YOU. BUT YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE TO ENJOY A NEW LIFE. HEAD IN HANDS
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ok actually yeah. i really need to do dishes and go to bed and not stay up late mentalillnessposting a little too viscerally on tumblr the night before i facilitate a workshop in front of the literal president of the university and the vp of my division (LOL about that btw. actively shitting my pants.) but oh my GOD. so saying goodbye to lia was actually fine in the moment. neither of us cried and we talked about all the ways weâll still be in each others lives and reasons weâll have to interact in the near future. and she gave me an extremely heartfelt thoughtful gift and we left on a very hopeful note and i felt better and content bc thereâs still the rest-of-life and weâll see each other there. but like an hour before that as i mentioned i was HYSTERICALLY sobbing. in full view of people i know AND people i donât. and i just sat there and sobbed while everything carried on around me. everything carried on around me!!! and i feel like im about to sob again thinking about it.
#purrs#delete later#idk. i typed a bunch here and then deleted it and now idk what to say. i just feel so lonely. i have had fucked up relationships with every#single older adult in my life and never had someone who could a) stay in my life b) be consistently present in my life c) meet my emotional#needs d) actually See me and accept me for who i am. Like not one person who can be all four of those things. and i have to be all four of t#those things for myself now because im 24 and i missed my chance. but how fucking shitty and painful is that? especially after a year like t#this. the way itâs literally ending the SAME way last year did. huge scary promotion (which i havenât even talked about on here or to anyone#but lia today actually. but it might be huger and scarier than i thought. which is good but also HUGE -âd scary. and not a bad thing of bc o#course but itâs so fucking⊠perilous? like it makes me feel profoundly imperiled because i have extremely good reason to feel that way. and#i have to endure the mortifying ordeal of applying for my own job AGAIN after the first time was so horrible. lol) and also losing a beloved#mentor figure who understood me in a way no one else did which mattered immensely even if they couldnât do the whole presence thing or#whatever. and now i only have one older adult in my life left (aside from my therapist who doesnât really count bc i only see her once a#week and we barely know each other still) who is like. here and helping me and i KNOW i am so sick in the head i KNOW and i should not be#writing it but every single day i am fucking terrified that i am being or will be separated from him emotionally or physically jsut like all#the others so. LOL!!!!! i am normal and well adjusted. but itâs like so fucking painful because im grasping at straws but again the reality#is im 24 and the only people on this earth who it is fair for me to expect all 4 from and who shouldâve provided it to me are my parents.#and i missed my chance with them forever and now i have to do it myself. and thatâs ok sometimes and i can handle it⊠except in the moments#where im sobbing hysterically and everything carries on. when i am in my darkest moments i want to run to an older adult and have them#comfort me but i truly cannot do that with any of the ones i still have left / regularly interact with for so many reasons. and itâs so#painful it makes me sick sometimes. and now i have to be the romy and the lia i wish to see in this world. but how can i do that when i#havenât finished grieving over them leaving which feels like leaving ME â NOW â in this moment when i have never needed more support of that#kind more. how can isummon it within myself. im not ready yet. i need a long hug and a hand to hold that wonât (have to) let go. when im#crying i need someone to take me somewhere and comfort me and calm me down. and im 24 so i canât ask for it. but oh my god i need it. and i#missed my chance. and lia left today and she only ever did that for me metaphorically but⊠tonight i feel more alone than ever.#and itâs like i donât even have the emotional intelligence or whatever to ASK for that. bc im playing by ear and i donât know how to read#the music of it. im self taught. that fucking sucks. that SUCKSSS. also thatâs too strong a way to put it liek obviously my friends who are#closer to my age are INTEGRAL to me being able to function and i learn from them and cherish their support. but just like i canât be a mom#to me my friends canât either. so itâs like what the fuck do i do. get steamrolled by relentless grief and rage every day i guess.#also side note. everything carried on when i was in brighton too. i came home early ofc but itâs like nothing changed in my absence. and#that has fucked me up SUPREMELY. i think that might be a root of it. like hm⊠it seems my presence doesnât have impacts. but idk
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Openly cried on the buss today listening to Hear you me by Jimmy eat World because it reminds me so much of my friend who died recently đ
Im so sorry I never got to thank you for everything you did for me. Im so sorry you didn't get more time. đ
#lisa <3#it hits so close because of the whole#'loosing someone who I loved so dearly and who truly changed my life and is one of the best friends ive ever had or ever will have#but who I've also haven't been that close to the last few years because of living in different countries' thing#she was supposed to be moving back in a year or so#we could have become close again#but now we'll never have that chance#I won't get to tell her how proud and impressed I am with the life she built for herself#she truly was doing all the things she'd dreamed of for as long as I knew her#and I was so happy for her and proud and I hope she knew that despite being so far from each other the last few years#and I hope she knew how fundamentally she changed my life#its funny I literally told both my therapist and my brother only a few days before she died about how meeting her was the start of#me gaining self confidence and feeling like I could explore and express who I am and be accepted and loved#and Im so thankful to her for that and for all our years of friendship and I wish I could have told her than one last time#so yeah this song just hits different now
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lesbian dating is so insane cause itâs like i went on three dates with this girl a year ago and i still have her on spotify we see what the other listens to every day but we didnât add each other on any other social media
#also posting about my travelling is so wild iâve got people messaging that never would#a girl i went on ONE date with that was not very good and neither of us spoke to each other again messaged me for recs for europe#and THEN said if youâre still around we should meet up#i unfollowed her literally three days before this conversation happened.#i donât think she knew#but meet up???? girl in what world#we didnât even want to see each other in the city we both lived in#anyway !#laura says some things
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Every time I bond with someone, after some time I've seen all their flaws and I don't love them like I used to, and I feel a sense of alienation,
Even though they haven't done anything wrong, I just... grow tired of them
And that's why I don't think I'm capable of love. There hasn't been a person yet I've wanted to keep a strong bond with after a long period of time
#this is about my coworkers lol#and todays hike#like im a bit petty because they kept rushing and i kept saying that were going too fast bc of all the km ahead#and at first i tried to follow them but at one point i grew to tired and said fuck it#so i lagged behind at my own pace and they had to wait for me after they had gone ahead for a couple of times#and at one point they took a piss break and i was like nope. im going. youre going to catch up with me#and so they did#anyway never going hiking with coworkers again#we actually had another hike before which was cool and we went slowly but today idk. shit#at least quitting will be less hard now lol#also im so tired of them. they keep gossiping about everyone and i literally dont care#but also this post is about my past friendhips too. the girl with the falling out.#maybe there is one friend im cool with and will be cool with forever bc we meet like 2 times a year and dont bother each other with the#every day details of our lives.#so im not sure i could actually love anyone to the point id like to live with them for the rest of my life.#like thats the ideal fantasy goal but in reality i dont think i can handle people#anyway im still pissed about the hike. even with lunch in between we finished it in 6 hours instead of the 8-10hours stated in the guide#like why the fuck would you rush through a hike? its not a marathon and i have short legs aaaahhhhh#sorry but yall long since knew youre following erins life blog right okay love you
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