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BB dressed as Buddy from Lisa the Joyful?

day 36 - buddy
#anthology of the killer#of the killer#bb#artwork of the killer#asking the killer#also sorry i cannot do something more in depth#lisa’s a series i want to play someday so i’m avoiding too many spoilers
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slowly I'm recovering the beauty of discovery
(creature by half•alive)
(textless + timelapse below cut)
#yellowart#subnautica#i feel like the timelapse is kinda long but also this did take a long time to make#anyways. let me yap about the meanings of all the panels <3#'i am creation' -> the ocean being the source of life and where shit evolved from also a good way to sort of 'set the scene' for subnautica#'both haunted' -> GHOST leviathan; in the BONE fields#'and holy' -> this one was a bit trickier. debated about using the emperor but i knew i wanted to use her elsewhere#also debated hoverfish because its cute and well liked so i thought that would be funny for 'and holy'#also something something jesus walking on water also makes it fitting. in the end though i decided on a peeper with the enzyme trail#and i *tried* to make it loop over its head like a halo but idk how well that imagery came through. still mentioned it in the alt text tho.#'made in glory' -> was REALLY torn about this one. on the one hand i wanted to have like a picture of the code because something something#divine machine and it being made out of code making it inherently holy or something; but i wasnt sure if that would be too#'immersion breaking' since most of the stuff in this is like in game stuff i wasnt sure if acknowledging that it was a game would be#too much. my other idea was to draw a couple of creature eggs like a stalker egg and a spadefish egg or something; but in the end i just#went with the one that i personally thought was cooler so if you think it does feel out of place uhhhh sorry i guess lmao.#also yes that is code from the game. idk shit about programming i just think code shit is cool so i poked though a modding tutorial til i#found what it is they use to look at that shit and started poking around. its pretty cool tbh. anyways the specific part i chose for the#drawing was something under the peepers; i think its the bit that tells the enzyme peepers to do the enzyme stuff like the trail obviously#but also some other stuff. not 100% sure though like i said idk shit about this sort of thing but everything in there seems pretty well#labeled its kinda impressive. and very helpful for navigating even if you dont know shit lol.#anyways. 'even the depths of the night cannot blind me' -> blood kelp trench is i think one of the darkest biomes in the game#possibly THE darkest so i thought it would be fitting. probably my least favorite panel though i dont think i did a very good job#representing the area or representing the bloodvines :/#'when you guide me' -> sea emperor but more specifically her messages to the player telling you to 'come here'#'creature only' -> not sure how well i can articulate this but basically the idea of humans beig animals with animal needs to eat and drink#and the idea of being a part of the ecosystem. modern life tends to make us forget that sort of thing but id imagine for ryley being on the#planet would violently remind him of this with things trying to eat him while he has to try to eat things as well. being part of the food#web. 'creature only' because he is only a creature not non-essential systems maintenance chief; but a creature living in an environment and#trying to survive. or something like that. does that make any fucking sense to anyone besides me? whatever.#anyways yapping over 👍
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chat is it normal to feel completely desensitized to feeling constantly sick that when you’re actually sick you feel like it’s not enough to warrant it
#due to long covid or possibly weed usage or a mixture honestly still very unsure#i was incredibly nauseous pretty much constantly and would be sick daily for weeks at a time#that lasted like a year i still get flare ups of that if i over exert myself but it’s like basically fine now#but now i have disease that makes me nauseous and throw up and im like. okay 👍#this doesn’t feel like big enough of a problem#like those are my main symptoms but it feels like they’re meaningless bc ive had this just normally before#i haven’t been able to eat or even drink really without feeling or being sick#hoping i wont vomit again tonight almost every time ive eaten since yesterday i have and i had dinner like an hour ago#sorry so fucking tmi i feel really weird talking to anyone about this but i feel like i need to bc ??? fucked up idk#really fucking dehydrated also which is helping me not be sick but i think is giving me more of a headache#i have bad health ocd stuff also so i keep thinking im faking for various reasons anyways#i feel like thinking about this is going to make it reality even though i start thinking about it bc im feeling it#i keep trying to just make myself normal and not experience any of these symptoms bc i feel like i can control it (i cannot)#it’s only with nausea stuff bc it all surrounds emetophobia i know i can’t like stop a sore throat or something but this comes out of me#i could just not#sorry for talking way too in depth about my diseased body and mind#i had a super strong stomach as a kid like went 7 years or something without vomiting and then this shit started idk if the way i do it is#normal??? like this sounds so stupid but i feel like im subconsciously forcing it to happen bc idk how it’s supposed to be and it doesn’t#feel as bad as it should be#i think the fact it’s happening at all is bad but it feels like im being overdramatic#anyways yeah ive been feeling like shit lol i hate this stuff bc while i have the actual physical stuff i also start getting ten billion#mental problems about it as well#emetophobia#vent
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echoes of us | anakin skywalker
pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader
summary: anakin has spent the last four years away from you, consumed by his duties as a jedi, trying to move past the pain of your departure. although seeing you again wasn't something that he was expecting, the reunion leads to a tense confrontation, where anakin's deep-seated feelings clash with his lover's sense of duty, highlighting the tragic consequences of their forbidden relationship.
words: 7,1k words (oops)
warnings: please, you already know me so ANGST. kinda manipulative anakin¿ only a little bit. stubborn reader for the sake of the plot, i'm sorry (i'm not). a little bit of spicy hehehhe. no smut tho. no use of y/n but no oc neither. no proofread. i won't say a word about the finale so read to know what happens at the end 😤
notes: i just- (SATURATED SCREAMS). i'm on a star wars binge and i just couldn't help myself, i needed to write this. all i want in life is someone to love me like anakin loves her.
It's been four long years since you left, and Anakin Skywalker has tried to move on with his life. He throws himself into his duties as a Jedi, taking on more missions and responsibilities. He pushes himself to his limits and beyond, trying to forget about the pain of losing you. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to shake the memories. You're always there, lurking in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of what he lost. His heart still aches for you, and he still feels a sense of emptiness inside him.
As the years have passed, he has become more stoic, more reserved. He barely smiles anymore, and his laugh is rare. His fellow Jedi see these changes in him and wonder what has happened to make him so serious and cold. But Anakin keeps his emotions buried deep inside, never letting them surface, never letting anyone see the pain he's feeling. He's become a shadow of his former self, the bright-eyed and carefree Padawan replaced by a hardened and withdrawn Jedi Knight.
As the Clone Wars rage on, Anakin throws himself into battle, fighting with a ferocity and intensity that borders on feral. He's become a skilled and feared warrior, known for his bravery and skill, but also for his ruthless efficiency and lack of mercy towards his enemies. Even his fellow Jedi, the ones who are closest to him, cannot penetrate the shell he’s built around himself. He hides his emotions so well that it’s as if they don’t exist anymore, and no one suspects the depth of the pain he’s carrying inside him. He still feels your loss like a physical wound, and he fears that it will never heal. But he cannot let himself think of it, cannot allow himself to dwell on the past. He has a duty to the Jedi Order and the Republic, and longing can distract him from that.
So he goes through the motions of being a Jedi, fighting in the war, protecting the innocent, and doing his best to serve the greater good. But deep down, he knows that he'll never be truly happy again, that he'll carry his pain to the grave.
There are times, when he’s alone in the darkness of night, that he lets his guard down, that is when he allows his emotions to surface. And in those moments, he allows himself to think of you, to remember the happy times you had together, to ache for what might have been. But then, as the night ends and the morning comes, he pushes those thoughts away, locking them back up inside him, and he goes back to being the stoic and reserved Jedi Knight that everyone expects him to be.
And the cycle of pain and loneliness continues day after day, year after year. He keeps on living, fighting, and serving, but deep down, he knows that a part of him will always be empty, the part that you took when you left.
He wonders sometimes if you ever think of him and if you ever reflect on your time together with the same sense of melancholy and regret that he does. But he doesn’t allow himself to hope for that. It’s better to just keep pushing forward, to keep fighting the war and doing his duty.
That's until he hears the news that your father is coming to visit the Order. His heart skips a beat it's the first thing that he feels. He knows that since you went back to your planet your father never travels without you by his side, and this won't be the exception. His mind reels at the possibility of seeing you again. It’s been four years since you left to help your father in his political arrangements. Four long and lonely years. The thought of being in your presence again, even for a brief moment, fills him with a mix of emotions. Anticipation and dread, hope and fear.
He tries to keep his emotions in check, not wanting to get his hopes up too high. The idea of seeing you again after all this time is too good to be true. Besides, he knows that there is a small chance that you will not come to the temple, but he decides to embrace the possibility of at least seeing you.
When the masters of the Order confirmed that you would arrive with your father, he couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline running through his whole body. There's gotta be some sort of catch in this whole situation. But the more he thinks about it, the more he wants it and needs it.
As the day of your arrival approaches, he can't help but feel anxious. He doesn't know what to expect, how he'll react when he sees you. Will he be able to keep his emotions in check? Or will they surface in a wave of longing and regret? He tries to prepare himself, to steel himself for the moment. He tells himself it's just a visit, that it doesn't mean anything. But deep down, he knows that's not true. He's been waiting for this moment for years, and he can't deny the excitement and anticipation that's building inside him.
When the day finally arrives, he waits anxiously in the Temple, trying to remain calm. But his heart is racing, his palms are sweaty, and he can barely keep still. He's acutely aware of every passing moment, every second that brings him closer to seeing you again. His fellow Jedi notice his change in demeanor. He's usually so stoic and collected, but now he's jittery and restless, out of character for him. They wonder what could be causing this change, and they eye him with curious and sometimes amused glances. But Anakin ignores them, his thoughts solely focused on the moment ahead. He rehearses different scenarios in his head, trying to figure out how he’ll act when he sees you. But no matter how he imagines it, he can’t quite predict what will happen. The thought of facing you again after so long both thrills and terrifies him.
And then, finally, the moment arrives. He sees you walking through the Temple, in the company of your father and a few other dignitaries. The sight of you takes his breath away. You’ve grown, your features more mature and defined. But the sight of you holding the hand of another young politician he heard being called Kenth Cardas it's what makes him feel sick to the stomach. His heart clenches as he watches you, a sudden realization hitting him like a knife to the heart. You’re with someone else. Another man. And the pain that washes over him is sharper and more intense than any pain he’s ever felt before.
It takes all his willpower to keep his composure, to keep the expression of his face neutral. But inside, he’s seething with jealousy and hurt. He had been hoping, even expecting, for you to be single.
The thought of another man’s hands on you, another man’s eyes taking in your beauty, it’s almost too much for him to bear. He watches as you, your father, and your companion make your way through the Temple, greeting the Jedi and discussing diplomatic matters. Every step you take, every word you utter, it feels like the knife is being twisted in his heart. He wants to walk up to you, to pull you away from the other man and take you for himself. But he knows that’s not an option. You’re not his. You never were.
The scene is too abhorrent for him, he cannot bear another second of seeing you with another man that isn't him. With a lump in his throat and tears of frustration pricking at his eyes, Anakin turns and strides away from the scene, the sound of your laugh following him as he goes. He can’t stay there, can’t watch you pretending to be happy with someone else. It’s too painful, too agonizing. He needs to get away, to be alone, and try to process the torrent of emotions that threatens to overwhelm him. He heads to one of the quieter parts of the Temple, a place where he can be alone and try to get his emotions under control. He leans against the cold stone wall, his hands clenching into fists. He tries to push the image of you with another man out of his mind, but it’s burned into his memory, seared into his eyeballs. He’s never felt this level of jealousy and hurt before, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. He feels like he’s unraveling like everything he’s worked to keep under control is suddenly slipping through his fingers. He punches the wall in impotent rage, the pain in his knuckles a welcome distraction from the pain in his heart. He wants to scream, to shout, to let out all the emotions that are boiling inside him. He stays still there for a few minutes which seems like hours, until he feels a presence behind him.
He turns, his heart racing as he senses who it is. And sure enough, there you are, standing a few feet away from him, looking at him with a mixture of concern and uncertainty. An uncomfortable silence settles between them as they stare at each other. The air is thick with emotion and tension, and Anakin feels his heart thudding in his chest. He doesn’t know what to say, or how to react.
He studies you as you stand there, his eyes roving over your face, taking in every detail. You’re even more beautiful than he remembers, but there’s a sense of sadness and resignation in your eyes that he doesn’t quite understand. He wants to say something, to break the silence that hangs between you like a thick fog. But the words stick in his throat, and he can’t force them out. Instead, he just stands there, staring at you like an idiot.
Taking a deep breath, you break the silence, your voice soft and hesitant. “Ani... Can I talk to you? For a moment.”
Anakin nods, barely able to speak. His heart is racing, his mind spinning. He can’t believe you’re really standing here in front of him, that he’s actually talking to you again after all this time. “Of course,” he manages to say, his voice rough and raspy.
You take another step closer, the distance between you feeling like an eternity. You look up at him, your eyes searching his face as if you’re looking for something. “It’s been a long time, you've grown,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nods again, feeling a lump in his throat. He wants to tell you how much he’s missed you, how many nights he’s spent thinking of you, yearning for you. But the words won’t come. He’s scared, scared to show you the depth of his feelings, scared that you’ll reject him. “Yeah, it has,” he manages to reply, his voice flat and emotionless.
You notice his tone, the way he’s putting up his walls, trying to keep his emotions in check. You know him too well, you can sense how he was feeling, the storm of emotions raging inside him. But you also know how stubborn he can be, how he’s willing to suffer in silence rather than admit his true feelings. You take another step closer, closing the distance between you even further. You reach out to touch his arm, your hand tentative and gentle, like you’re handling a wild animal. He freezes at your touch, his breath catching in his throat. He can feel the heat of your hand through the fabric of his sleeve, the warmth of your touch seeping into his skin. He wants to reach out and pull you to him, bury his face in your hair, and breathe in your scent. But he stands still, frozen in the moment, unable to move. You can feel his tension, the way his body is coiled tight like a spring. But you can also see the flicker of emotions in his eyes, the way his walls are crumbling as he stares at you. You know that underneath the hard exterior, there’s a part of him that’s aching to be let out, yearning for affection and connection.
You move closer still, your hand still gently resting on his arm. You’re so close now that he can feel your breath on his skin, the warmth of your body almost touching his. He shivers involuntarily, overwhelmed by your proximity. He wants to pull you to him, to hold you tight, and never let you go. He looks down at you, his eyes roving over your face, taking in every detail. He notices the flecks of gold in your eyes, the slight blush on your cheeks, the curve of your lips. It’s all he can do to keep his composure, to keep his emotions in check. But seeing you this close to him, feeling your touch on his skin, it’s like a dam breaking inside him. He takes a shuddering breath, trying to steady himself. He wants to tell you how much he’s missed you, how much he’s still in love with you, and how much he’s been hurting since you left. But the words won’t come, stuck in his throat like they’re glued there.
He’s torn between the conflicting desires to push you away and to pull you closer. Part of him wants to protect himself from further hurt, but a greater part of him is desperate to have you close, to feel your touch, and to hear your voice. He stands there, caught in an agony of indecision, his heart and his mind warring with each other. He wants to do the right thing, the sensible thing. But when it comes to you, he’s never been able to do what’s smart or pragmatic. He’s always been guided by his emotions, and right now, his emotions are screaming at him to take what he wants, consequences be damned. He can feel his resolve weakening, the walls he’s built around his heart crumbling. He’s always been a man of action, but right now, he doesn't know what to do.
You look up at him, your heart racing in your chest. You can sense the turmoil inside him, the storm of emotions raging in his eyes. You know that he’s struggling to keep his composure, but you also know how much he’s hurting. You take a deep breath, summoning up the courage to say what you need to say. “Ani, I didn’t forget the time we spent together, the promises we made.”
His eyes widen at your words, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t expected you to say that, to admit that you’ve been thinking of him all this time. He feels a surge of hope and longing rise in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. You pressed on, your voice was soft but firm. “The friendship we maintained for so many years will always be marked in my mind, no matter where I am.”
He feels his heart skip a beat at your words. It’s what he’s wanted to hear for so long, the confirmation that you still think of him, that there’s still a chance for them.
He stands there, frozen in the moment, caught between the desire to pull you to him and the fear that if he does, it will only end in heartbreak. He doesn’t know what to say, or how to react. He feels like he’s in a dream like this isn’t happening.
He looks down at you, his eyes roving over your face. He sees the honesty and vulnerability you’re showing him. He wants to believe you, he wants to let himself hope. But he can’t shake the feeling that this is just a cruel trick, the vision of you holding that man's hand it's something that he can't shake off his head. He feels that he’s going to wake up any minute and find himself alone again.
He starts to pull away, his walls going up again. “I don’t believe you,” he says, his voice cold and distant.
Your eyes widen at his words, your heart sinking at the tone of his voice. You had expected some resistance, but you didn’t expect him to deny your feelings outright. "What I'm saying it's truthful, I never stopped thinking about you"
He shakes his head, his eyes hard and cold. He wants to push you away, to protect himself from the pain. “I don’t want to hear it,” he says gruffly. “It’s too late, it’s been four years. You made your choice when I asked you to stay but you left.”
You blink back tears at his words, the hurt and anger in his voice like a knife to your gut. You had hoped that he would understand, that he would see how much you still cared for him. “You know that what we were feeling exceeded friendliness and was wrong, the attachments are prohibited. This was for something bigger than you and me both,” you say, looking at him almost guilty.
He scoffs at your words, his anger rising. “Don’t talk to me about attachments. I know the Code, I know about the stupid rules. But don’t tell me that what we had meant anything to you since you come here now holding another man's hand.” Anakin is seething with jealousy now, his hands clenching into fists. The thought of you with another man, another man touching you and holding you, it’s more than he can bear. He wants to grab you and shake you, to make you understand how much the sight of you with someone else hurts him.
He takes a step closer, looming over you. He’s taller and stronger than you, and he towers above you, his presence intimidating. “Tell me the truth,” he growls. “Did you ever really love me, or was it all just a lie?”
Your heart is racing in your chest as he looms over you, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt. You can feel the tension in the air, the danger and volatility of the situation. “Of course I loved you,” you say, your voice shaking just a little. “I loved you with all my heart, and I still do.”
He sneers at your words, his face twisting into a cruel smile. He doesn’t believe you, doesn’t want to believe you. It’s easier to think that you’re lying, that you never really loved him at all. “Prove it,” he snaps. “Prove that you love me.”
You’re taken aback by his challenge, his demand. You didn’t expect him to ask you to prove your feelings, to put them to the test. “What… what do you mean, prove it?” you ask, your voice small and uncertain.
He takes another step closer, his body almost touching yours. He’s so close that you can feel the heat of his skin, the tension radiating off him in waves. “Kiss me,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Kiss me like you mean it. Show me that you’re not just playing with me.”
Your heart skips a beat at his words, the intensity of his gaze, and the heat of his body. You’re nervous and hesitant, but you also feel a pang of longing and desire. You want to prove to him that your feelings are real, that you’re not just toying with him. You can feel his breath on your lips, the heat of his mouth just inches away from yours. "I'm engaged." You blurt out.
His face darkens at your words, the mention of your engagement like a slap in the face. He feels a surge of irrational jealousy and anger, the idea of you marrying someone else infuriating him. “So what?” he snaps. “You’re engaged to someone else, but you’re still here, standing here in front of me, telling me that you love me. Kiss me. You said you still love me. Prove it.”
You're taken aback by his insistence, his refusal to listen to reason. "It's not that simple, Ani," you say, trying to maintain your composure. "I'm with another person now, and it wouldn't be right to-"
He cuts you off, grabbing you by the wrists and pulling you to him so that your bodies are pressed together. He’s breathing heavily, his chest heaving with emotion. He’s on the edge, barely holding it together. He can feel the warmth of your body pressed against his, the scent of your skin, the beat of your heart. “Damn the rules, damn the Code,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to feel your lips on mine. I want to taste you, I want to hold you. I don’t care about anything else.”
You can see the desperation in his eyes, the hunger and need. You’re torn, part of you wants to give in to his demand, to give yourself over to the passion and desire that always existed between you. But another part of you is wary, knowing that this is dangerous, that indulging in this could lead to nothing but pain and heartache. "Ani, stop," you say, your voice gentle but firm. "We can't do this. We can't let ourselves go down this path."
He scoffs at your words, his grip on your wrists tightening. He can’t believe you’re still resisting him, still holding back when you’ve already admitted that you still love him. “Why not?” he asks, his voice a low growl. “What’s stopping us? You said you love me. You can’t deny that you want this. I can see it in your eyes.”
You feel your resolve weakening, the heat of his body and the intensity of his gaze making it hard to think straight. "I can't do this to Kenth," you say, trying to hold onto your reasoning. "I can't just throw away what I have with him. I can't hurt him like that. He's a good man."
He scoffs again, his jealousy flaring at the mention of your fiancé. To him, he's nothing more than a rival, a hindrance to what he wants. "A good man," he sneers. "What does he have that I don’t? What can he give you that I can’t?"
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his question. You know that your fiancé is a good person, kind and respectful, but you also know that he’s not the same as Ani. There’s something about your history with Anakin, something about the passion and intensity of your connection, that’s unique and special. “It’s not about what he has or what he can give me,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. "It's about the future and following the rules for the sake of everyone."
He feels a pang of jealousy and bitterness at your words, the idea of you building a life with someone else it's like his biggest nightmare turning into reality.
“You’re mine,” he says through clenched teeth. “You will always be mine. I don’t care about your fiancé, your future, or anything else. I only care about you. So stop thinking about what you should do, and what you shouldn’t do, and just feel. For once in your life, just let yourself feel what you know you want.”
His words strike a chord within you, the intensity and possessiveness of his declaration igniting a spark of desire deep inside you. You can feel yourself weakening, your resolve cracking under the weight of his words. “Ani, please,” you say, your voice little more than a whisper. “This isn’t fair.”His words send a shiver down your spine, the heat of his body and the strength of his grip making it impossible to resist him. You’re caught between reason and emotion, torn between your loyalty to your fiancé and the deep-seated love you still feel for him. “Please…” you whisper, your voice breaking. “You’re not thinking straight. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
He looks down at you, his eyes burning with intensity. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” he says, his voice fierce and determined. “I’m claiming what should have always been mine. I’m taking what I want. You.” He leans down, his mouth hovering mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. The tension between you is electric, the air thick with desire and need. Your breath catches in your throat, your heart racing in your chest. You can feel the heat and power radiating off of him, the primal force of his need and desire nearly overpowering your senses. You know that you should resist, that you should push him away and run before it’s too late. But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Your body is drawn to his, your mind consumed with the need to feel his lips on yours.
He can see the conflict in your eyes, the battle between your loyalty and your desires. He can tell that you’re close to breaking, close to giving in to what you both want. He leans in even closer, his lips practically touching yours. “Stop fighting it,” he whispers, his voice low and sultry. “Stop trying to be strong, and just let go. I know you want this. You’ve always wanted this.“ His words send a jolt of electricity through your body, the truth of them hitting you like a ton of bricks. You know that he’s right, that deep down you’ve always wanted this, always wanted him. You know that no matter how hard you try to deny it, there will be a part of you that will always belong to him. You can feel your resistance crumbling, your body and mind completely under his control.
He senses your surrender, the last of your resistance crumbling beneath the weight of his words and his touch. He can feel the heat and desire radiating off you, the air between you electric and charged. Without another word, he closes the tiny gap between you and captures your lips with his own. The moment his lips meet yours, it’s like a circuit is completed. The floodgates of long-suppressed desire burst open, and you kiss him back with a passion that takes your breath away. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, the intensity and heat of it like a storm, crashing over you and consuming you whole. You respond to the kiss with equal hunger and fervor, his hands moving to cup your face, to pull you closer to him. He wants to devour you, to possess you completely. He can feel the tension building between you, the passion and need threatening to overwhelm you both.
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him towards you and molding your body against his. You can feel his strength, his power, the taut muscles of his back, and the heat of his skin beneath his robes. The kiss deepens, your mouths moving together in a dance of desire and need. Your hearts are racing, your bodies electrified by the heat of the kiss.
You feel the possessive urgency in his touch, the hunger and need in his every movement. You can feel the jealousy and the anger, the primal need to possess you completely. And despite yourself, you feel your body responding to his touch, igniting a fire deep within you that you thought was long extinguished.
He breaks the kiss, his eyes burning into yours, his body still pressing you against the wall. He’s panting, his breathing ragged and uneven, his body vibrating with need. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice raw and hoarse. “No one else is ever going to touch you, no one else is going to have you. I want you to leave him.“
Your mind is hazy, your thoughts clouded by the heat and desire coursing through your body. You know that you should resist him, however, you want to tell him that he owns your body and soul completely. But your mind betrays you, your words coming out in little more than a breath. "I... I can't," you whisper, your voice trembling.
The words are like a cold bucket of water to his face, his eyes flashing with a mixture of hurt and anger. He pulls back from you slightly, his hands still on your hips, anchoring you to the wall. “Why not?” he bites out, his voice rough and sharp. “What’s stopping you?“
You try to find the words to explain, to tell him that it’s too much, that you’re still engaged to someone else. But before you can form the words, he’s leaning back in, his body pressing against yours once again. “Tell me,” he says, his voice a low growl in your ear. “Tell me why you can’t be mine. I want to hear you say it.“ The heat and desire that was coursing through you moments ago has faded, replaced by a sense of guilt and confusion. You know that you should put your foot down, that you should remind him of your engagement. But you’re finding it increasingly hard to think straight as he presses his body against yours, his voice a seductive whisper in your ear. “It's a political arrangement.” You manage to say, the words coming out in a shaky breath.
A low, possessive growl escapes his throat as he hears your words. "What do you mean, a 'political arrangement'?" he snaps, his hands tightening on your hips. "Explain."
You take a shaky breath, your body still pressed against the cool surface of the wall. The primal possessiveness of his touch sends a shiver down your spine. “My marriage. It’s an arrangement made by our families,” you explain, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s meant to strengthen our families’ political relationships.”
His jaw clenches at your words. The thought of you entering into a political arrangement with someone else, someone who didn’t deserve you, is enough to make his blood boil. He moves his body impossibly closer, his hands shifting to cup your face, his voice a low growl. “So your family basically sold you to someone else for political gain?”
Your heart sinks at the harsh truth of his words. In the back of your mind, you’ve always known that the engagement was more about politics than love. But the truth hurts, especially hearing it said out loud. You can feel the tension and possessive anger in his body, the way his body is pressed against yours like a cage. You know he’s not going to let this go easily. You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Essentially, yes.“
His mind reels at your admission, his anger and jealousy growing even stronger. He can’t believe that your family would treat you like a bargaining chip like a possession to be traded away for political gain. “And you agreed to this?” he practically spits out, his voice thick with anger. “You agreed to marry someone you don’t even love?“
Your heart twists at the anger and hurt in his voice, but you can’t deny the truth of his words. You did agree to marry someone you don’t love, all because of your family’s political aspirations. You nod again, your eyes downcast. You’re ashamed and embarrassed, and guilt washes over you like a wave. You know you’ve hurt him by agreeing to marry someone else, but you don’t know how to fix it.
He pulls back slightly, his hands falling from your face. He feels a mix of anger, hurt, and jealousy coursing through him, the primal possessiveness warring with the need to protect you. “So you’re going to marry him?” he asks, his voice low and hoarse. “You’re going to spend the rest of your life with someone you don’t even love? Are you gonna be happy with that?“
You find yourself unable to meet his gaze. You’ve never thought about it that way before, but there isn't much that you can do. You shake your head slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. “It's the best outcome for everyone. For my family, the Order, the Force... and for you.“
His jaw clamps shut at your words, a surge of anger and frustration coursing through him. The thought of you marrying someone else, settling for a life that is anything less than what you deserve, is unbearable to him. “Best outcome for everyone?” he grits out, his voice raw with emotion. “Except for you. What about what you want? What about your happiness?“ His words sting bitterly, the shame and guilt you feel growing stronger. You know that your happiness is not a priority in this arrangement, that it never has been. But the truth hurts, especially when it’s said out loud. You shake your head again, your voice trembling. “It doesn’t matter. I have a duty, the responsibility to see this through.“
His heart aches at your words, the fact that you’re willing to sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of duty is something he can’t understand. It goes against everything he believes in, against everything he fights for. “Duty and responsibility be damned,” he snaps, his voice edged with anger and frustration. “You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be with someone who loves you, who worships the ground you walk on. Not some political arrangement.“
Your heart clenches at his words, the mix of anger and desperation in his voice bringing tears to your eyes. You know he’s right, deep down you’ve always known that you deserve more than you’re settling for. But duty and responsibility have always been pounded into you, and the thought of going against them is terrifying. “It’s not that simple,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “It’s not just about me. It’s about the Republic, the Jedi Order…”
He scoffs at your words, the anger and frustration growing stronger. The fact that you’re still focusing on what's expected of you, even after everything you’ve just shared, is frustrating for him. “None of that matters if you’re not happy. You’re not some pawn to be used in someone else’s game.“
Your heart aches more with every word he says, the truth of them echoing in your head. You know he’s right, you know that your happiness should come first, but the years of conditioning and expectations are hard to break. “I can’t just... abandon everything...” you say, your voice weak. “I can’t disappoint them.“
His eyes flash with anger and disbelief, his patience wearing thin. “You’re more worried about disappointing them than about your happiness? That’s a load of Bantha poodoo and you know it. They don’t deserve your loyalty.”
He's right, you know he is. You've been putting everyone else's needs above your own for so long that it's become second nature. You look up at him, tears streaming down your face. "But what about you?" you whisper, your voice trembling.
“What about me?” he echoes, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You’re choosing someone else over me. You’re choosing a life of political duty over our happiness, over what we could have together.“ He steps closer to you again, his body once again pinning you against the wall. His hands reach out to cup your face, his touch gentle despite the storm of emotion raging within him. “We could have a life together. We could be happy.“
Your heart clenches at his words, the weight of the decision you’re facing hitting you like a ton of durasteel. You know what you want, deep down you know that you’d give anything to be with him. But responsibility, a lifetime of conditioning, is still weighing heavily on you. You lean into his touch, your eyes falling closed. Your voice is a whisper, choked with emotion. “Is that possible?” He feels a pang of pain at your question, the doubt in your voice makes him want to just keep you in his arms until you understand what you mean to him. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life. “Yes,” he says, his voice steady and firm, despite the emotions churning inside him. “It’s possible. It’s more than possible. It’s what I want, what I’ve wanted since I met you.“ His hands tighten on your face, his touch gentle yet possessive. “Please, don’t marry him. Choose me.“
His words and touch cut through the fog of doubt and confusion surrounding you. The thought of choosing him, of having a life with him, fills you with a sense of longing and hope that you’ve never known before. For the first time, the thought of your future isn’t shrouded in obligations, it’s filled with love and happiness. You let out a ragged breath, your body tense. “I don’t want to marry Kenth.” You whisper.
His heart nearly leaps out of his chest at your words, a surge of triumph and relief coursing through him. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you like a vise, pulling you flush against him. His body is taut with need and desire, the primal possessiveness in him raging stronger than ever. “Then don’t.” he whispers into your ear, his voice a low growl. “Be with me.“
Your body melds against him, your trembling hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. You feel a mix of relief and desire and fear coursing through you as you look into his eyes, your voice a whisper. “What if they find out? What if they try to... stop us? Or worse, haunt us?“
He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes burning with a mix of passion and determination. The thought of anyone trying to stop or hurt you fills him with a fierce, protective rage. “They’ll try,” he says, his voice hard. “But I’ll never let anything happen to you. I’ll protect you, no matter what. And if anyone tries to stop us, they’ll have to go through me first.“
His words, full of certainty and strength, send a shiver down your spine. You’ve never felt so wanted, so desired, so protected. The thought of being with him, of having his love and loyalty, is both exhilarating and terrifying. You look into his eyes, searching for reassurance. “And what if it doesn’t work?” you ask hesitantly. “What if we can’t make it?“
He sees the doubt and fear in your eyes, and his heart clenches at the thought of losing you. He pulls you even closer, his body pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you fiercely. “It will work,” he says, his voice firm and unwavering. “I’ll make sure it does. I won’t let anything come between us.“ He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low growl. “I love you. And I won’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.“
His words, spoken with such unwavering conviction, send a jolt of hope and love through you. You’ve never felt so safe, so cherished, so loved. You can feel the heat and strength of his body against yours, the possessiveness and determination radiating off him in waves. You close your eyes, leaning into him, his lips at your ear. “I love you too,“ you whisper, your voice cracking with emotion. “I’ve always loved you.“
Anakin for the first time in his life, feels complete, whole. He embraces you tightly, his hands roaming over your body, possessive and protective. “You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “And I’m yours. No one can keep us apart again. Not the Order, not the Republic, not the universe.“
You can feel the possessiveness in his touch, the way his hands roam over your body as though he owns it. And a part of you, a primal, feminine part of you, longs to be owned by him, to belong to him completely. You nod, your body molding against his, your voice a whisper. “I’m yours. Completely yours.“
His heart nearly bursts at your words, your surrender and acceptance igniting a primal, possessive need in him that nearly takes his breath away. He leans in, his lips against your neck, his voice a low, ragged growl. “Say it again. Say you’re mine.“
You tilt your head slightly, giving him better access to your neck, your body melting against his. You feel a shiver of desire run down your spine at his words, his possessive tone sending a wave of heat through you. You let out a shaky breath, your voice a ragged whisper. “I’m yours. I belong to you, completely and utterly.“
Anakin’s eyes lock onto yours, the intensity and determination in his gaze making your breath hitch. His hands coming up to cup your face, his touch achingly gentle. “There are so many words I want to say to you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Words that will never do justice to how I feel about you. You’re the air that I breathe, the thought that consumes me, the obsession that drives me to the brink of madness.“ He leans in closer, his forehead pressing against yours. "You’re the reason I feel alive, the reason I’ll do anything, give anything, to be with you.“ His hands move to your back, his body pressed against yours, the raw need and desire in him almost feral. “I’ve tried to fight it for years, to deny it, but I can't. I can't pretend anymore that I don't want you, that I don't need you. Because I do. I need you more than anything. I’m obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. Living without you it's like not having a soul inside of my body.“
He pulls back slightly, his eyes burning into yours, the force of his emotions like a tidal wave washing over you. “I will do whatever it takes, I will risk everything, I will defy the universe itself, to keep you by my side. You’re mine, and I will never let you go. You’re my love, my every thought, my every dream, my entire existence.“
Your heart is pounding in your chest, the intensity and passion in his words, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Your hands reach up, touching his face, your fingers tracing over his features gently. “Ani…“ You whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “I… I don’t know what to say. You… you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. You make me feel loved, wanted, desired… worshipped.“
He leans into your touch, his eyes closing as he savors the feeling of your fingers on his skin. A small, vulnerable smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks at you. “Say you’ll be mine,” he whispers, his voice gruff with emotion. “Say you’ll stay with me, that you’ll be my everything. I need to hear it, I need to know that you want this as much as I do.“
His vulnerability in that moment, so different from the fierce and possessive man he usually is, makes your heart pound even harder. You look into his eyes, seeing the love, the fear, the need in them. You never knew he was capable of such emotion, such passion. “I’ll stay with you,” you murmur, your voice soft yet filled with conviction. “I’ll be yours, yours completely. For as long as you’ll have me.“
He lets out a ragged breath, his body visibly relaxing as your words sink in. The fear, the doubt, that had been lurking in his eyes vanishes, replaced by something wild and primal, something that nearly takes your breath away. “Forever,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and fierce. “I want you forever. I need you forever. You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go. Together, we will defy the odds, we will fight fate, we will prove that love, true love, can conquer all."
His lips brush against yours, soft and gentle at first, but quickly turning hungry and demanding. His body presses against yours, the heat of his desire like a fever burning through you. The world around you falls away, leaving only you and him, lost in a moment of complete and utter obsession and love. You’re his and he's yours, and nothing else matters.
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Whatever you're trying to do right now, you don't have to do it alone.
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Happy New Year's Eve, Slay the Princess community!
A long, long message and credits to the designs are under the cut.
[Please excuse any awkward sentences, weird repetitions, and grammatical mistakes, I've been awake for 20 hours or so]
I cannot describe how much joy I feel right now, finally getting this drawing done. I feel nothing but joy when I think about Slay the Princess, and I feel nothing but pure adoration when I think about and spend time in this community. This game and this community truly brought a lot of happiness to me and made this otherwise unremarkable, maybe even depressing, year that much brighter. I wish I had more and better words to describe what I'm feeling right now! Genuinely, I don't have words to describe how much gratitude I feel right now.
And so for my final piece of 2024, I wanted to make a thank you drawing to this community and hopefully express the fraction of love and gratitude I feel right now. And I decided to make that drawing a group photo of 30 different Heroes! It ended up being 29 Heroes and one Opportunist, but I promise there is a reason for that-
If I had more time and energy, I would've included even more people, there are so many skilled artists, writers, and wonderful people in general who ended up excluded, especially due to this drawing being a voice-centered piece. But I'm glad I at least get to highlight some of the wonderful creators and artists in this community! Please check them out and support their work! They are all amazing <3
If you wanted to know who is the author behind each design, I made an annotated version! Sorry if the text is too small, I tried my best to write it as large as I could T-T
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Now onto the message to the people in the drawing:
First! I sincerely apologize if I missed some details with your Hero design, or if I used an outdated version of it. I wanted to keep this a surprise, and for some of these, I had to dive into the depths of Tumblr to find (hopefully) relevant references. And yes, if you've received a DM from me about your Hero in the past few weeks or so, this project was the reason why! And if you've received an anonymous ask about your Hero, there is a quite good chance it was from me, too <3
And second! I have a message for each and every one of you:
@acethekenku: Your designs are so well-made and awesome! Especially adore your Broken and Contrarian, there's something about them that just immediately catches my eye! Your Contrarian's fashion and DIY skills are also immaculate :]
@artificial-radiance: Your art is absolutely wonderful, whether it's Slay the Princess, Destiny 2, or sonas! I wish I had a better word to describe your art, but the best I got is "delicious" /lh
@beartitled: I adore your StP comics! I adore your drawings of male!Princesses! I adore your non-StP work! Everything you make is so charming, and it's always a joy to see your work <3
@bubblybloob: One of my favorite fanart memes, to this day, is your old "I do not control the speed at which princesses die" meme. I still go re-read it sometimes when I'm not feeling great, it always puts a smile on my face (yes, this is my kind of humor). Though, your new voice designs are SO creative and unique! Love the fluffy Para and the prophetic cage Skeptic especially, but they are all so good <3
@coldranger: Your lads! So simple and yet so well-designed and expressive! That roadrunner Hunted you shared yesterday is so adorable, I can't with him! It is always wonderful to see more of your drawings. Also thanks for gushing with me over mod Owl's designs <3
@cookiealchemieart: I recently mentioned that you are one of my first Tumblr follows, and it's for a good reason! You made a lot of wonderful illustrations, and your three fan princesses are some of my favorites of all the ones I've seen before! And your voice designs, gosh, I am hugging your Contrarian-
@dampfur: Your art is unbelievably charming! And when I saw your Burned Bridges post with redesigns for Cold and Smittten, I absolutely fell in love with them. I will use this space to gush about just how simple and yet adorable and recognizable they are!
@glitchh1337: Always love seeing what you are up to on Discord! Whether it's design concepts for voices or little pixel art animations, they are all wonderful :]
@justcherryqwq: Your animations!!! Cherry, your animations are pure gold. The way you draw voices as little guys flying around the scene/the Long Quiet is just too perfect. I am also grabbing and petting your Paranoid, gently, of course!
@occatorcreator: You have one of the most unique voice designs/representations I've ever seen! Especially in that one post where you drew voices taking over Long Quiet's body, the way you drew the "possession" is just... so unique, so cool! I wish I had better words!
@orcatnip: I cannot describe how much delight your sketches bring me whenever they show up on my dash! And the way you wrote about voices appearing as fractures in Long Quiet's soul! Oh! Genuinely obsessed!!!
@pareidolla: Your voice designs are very pretty and very adorable! As you can see, I immediately had to try drawing your current iteration of Hero because he is SO PRETTY! I couldn't help myself. Sorry if I was too hasty in my decision to include an in-progress design, but I wanted you to be included here-
@remaking-machine: Rema!!! Your voices!!! They are so precious and charming! Love your Cheated, love your Hero, love your Skeptic! You were one of the first people I found & followed on Tumblr, and it's been such a joy to see what you're up to <3 [Also, I still would like a tray of Hero cookies-]
@salty-an-disco: Your writing, at least from what I've seen of it, is awesome! I genuinely wish I had the attention span to read your Heathens AU because whenever I see you talk about it, or draw anything for it, I love it a lot! Hopefully one day I will, but for now, I am here to admire your art :]
@sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now: Hey, who let this bird-fox into this gathering of Heroes-
Jokes aside, I am absolutely obsessed with your voice designs, and I really, really wanted to include you in this drawing, despite the fact that you are still working on your Hero design. Thank you for letting me include your Opportunist in this drawing, I cannot WAIT to see your Hero design <3
@tai-janai: Your drawings are so delightful, and I love the way you draw your voices! Your voice shipping sketches are also so adorable, and your HeA-inspired ParaHero sketch sometimes decides to show up in my head and not pay any rent (I love it a lot)!
@voiceofthebroken: Remember how I mentioned that your Cheated post inspired one of my upcoming projects? Yes, it was this one. You are responsible for this /lh
Don't want to repeat myself too much from the ask I sent yesterday, but I will once again say that I love your voice designs, and I will once again compliment your Cheated and Hunted. They are precious! <3
@wysteriaisapenguin: Your art is so charming and so recognizable! Your most recent HeA drawing is absolutely stealing my heart in a way that I cannot describe!!! I also really like your Hero design, he was an absolute joy to draw <3
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Oh look, there's more, too!
@sonjalikestodraw: Sonja! Oh Sonja, everything you make is just SO PERFECT, your pieces are always so stellar and carefully crafted, and your voice designs are so thoughtful and so iconic, I love it every time you make a post with a little write-up of your design notes! It's always such a joy to read!!
0th: To say that your designs and your writing inspired my own would be saying nothing at all, they were some of the first I've seen! They will always have a special place in my heart as "the designs" that greatly contributed to my own final designs! And your Swap AU still is one of my favorites in the whole fandom, love all the unique designs you made for it!! Noble my beloved <3
@itsonlypolite: The way your voices ingrained themselves in my brain, I cannot describe it! Your designs are truly some of the most unique, most recognizable designs in the fandom. You deserve every single positive comment and compliment on your art and designs!!! I also love how you reply to people's asks with little drawings of your own. It's so charming and welcoming <3 It's also always pure joy talking to you!
@cammie-yammie: I am very glad that I got over my anxiety and started talking more and hanging out in your thread! I love your art, always so charming, so distinctly you, just such joy to look at, and I'm glad I got to engage with it more, and with you as a person!!! Damn, these sentences are confusing lol Long story short, love your art, love talking to you, and it's just pure joy either way <3
@lavb-b: I am not kidding when I say that your Businessman animation rewired something in my brain, whenever I watch it, I cannot stop myself from laughing, even though at this point I've seen it like 20+ times already. Besides that, your art in general is just such high-quality work, and I love talking to you on the Discord server! Welcoming you with open arms to EG's Yap Central Station /lh
@phantasmatoucan (mod Owl): OWL HOW DO YOU KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS- You have no idea how obsessed I am with your art, you have SUCH a distinct, awesome style, and the way you designed your voices brings me so, so much joy. And not only are you a skilled artist with amazing voice designs, but you are also just such a positive person, too!!! How is this possible!!! What's your secret!!!
@hello-universe-lovers: Your reblog comments always make me happy, and I absolutely love chatting with you!!! The little interaction you wrote between our Cheateds brought me so much joy as I was finishing this project <3 And even besides that, your art is so charming, and also apparently you are a wizard who draws everything with your finger- I cannot understand such witchcraft /lh
@neverpathia: You are the reason I QPR-ship ParaHero! You got these birds in my brain, and I can't get them out, how dare you (/lh). Jokes aside, I really like your writing, especially the way you write voices, and your art is also very pretty, I love it a lot! It's also such a joy to have you hang out in my art thread, thanks for doing that :]
@disarraydoodlez: Jam! And Kiri! Your art is so iconic, Kiri's desire for perfection never goes unnoticed, and Jam's chaotic silly ideas are always such a highlight (I'm still waiting for you to finish that one Den idea. The one we kept laughing about for like 30 minutes. That one). Thanks for inviting me to the PotC one-shot, I had a lot of fun playing it, and I'm glad we still hang out and chat sometime! Love everything you make, regardless of the fandom, and I can't wait to see what you both will make next <3
@s3viien (they mostly exist on BSky, check them out there!): Sev! My partner in crime! One of my biggest cheerleaders, you have no idea how much how dearly I appreciate it. I love sharing all my random ideas with you, and I love hearing about all of yours! Your art, your videos, and your music are all PEAK, and I'm always happy to see what you've been up to! To our friendship for as long as it lasts <3
@inkedout: And last but certainly and absolutely not least, Ink, my friend, you are one of the big reasons why I feel as comfortable writing all of this right now as I am right now. I cannot put into words just how much I appreciate you as a friend!! it is always such a joy to talk to you, whether it's about StP, or ATR, or a different fandom, or just life in general! I love seeing all your art, your OCs, and anything else you might have <3
Also voice shipping. There are certain ships, you probably know which ones, that are now stuck in my head because of you. I blame you /lh
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I believe that should be all I have to say! Happy New Year's Eve again, and I will see you all in 2025!
#slay the princess#stp#slay the princess fanart#stp fanart#stp voices#stp hero#voice of the hero#stp opportunist#voice of the opportunist#<- he shouldn't be here but he is#art#fanart#other people's voices#eg chatting
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you’re too good to me (and you know it, too) pt. 5
pairing: peter parker x fem reader
summary: For some unknown reason, Peter Parker cannot stop finding new, inventive ways to humiliate himself in front of you.
And for some reason, you keep helping him up anyway.
Or, the 5 times you save Peter— and the 1 time he saves you.
pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6
a/n: IM ALIVE!!! sorry my life like kind of imploded and i went on a short vacation BUT IM BACK. i hope u guys like this! also thank u all for like all the supportive comments, theyve been so great and literally u guys are angels and ilysm. HEHE HOPE U ENJOY!!
wordcount: 1.9k
taglist: @ladylokilaufeyson5 @wlnut @lonenymphaea, @moon-shampoo, @elfypineapple
tags: 5+1 fic, slow burn, friends to lovers, reader is annoyingly oblivious, no use of y/n, sarcastic peter and an even more sarcastic reader, multi part, past gwen and peter, not canon compliant, gwen stacy is so beautiful...., crazu overuse of italics,



(five)
Peter never realized how beautiful the streets looked from up here.
Usually, he was deathly afraid of heights. But thanks to a little too much alcohol and a lot of painful reminiscing fogging his mind, he could only focus on the breathtaking twinkling of the city lights—like stars dusting against the sky.
He shot a glance at his phone.
11:43 PM, seventeen minutes to midnight.
You were at your boyfriend's apartment for his supposedly life-changing New Year’s Eve party.
His name was James. Or Jonah? He doesn’t remember.
Not that he really cares to—currently he was way too inebriated to give a fuck about your douchebag boyfriend’s name right now.
To be fair, you did ask him — several times —if he would be okay being alone on New Year's. And Peter, being the absolute liar he is, obviously said yes.
But if he did go, he would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb—he reasoned. He was completely out of his depths when it came to the hivemind clan that was your boyfriend and his friends.
And honestly, he loved you too much to make you do that uncomfortable thing where you try to include him in everything, even when it’s clear it’s not working.
So he’s alone. On the rooftop of your apartment building. Dangling a little too close for comfort along the edge, a bottle of lukewarm Bud Light hanging loosely in his fist.
At first, he tried to find something to do. He cleaned your junk drawer, vacuumed— hell, he even dusted.
And then he went through your beer stash, which snowballed into him looking through old photos of him and Gwen.
It’s not like he meant to.
He swears he was totally over it.
But for some reason, that’s where his mind wandered.
The way she looked when the sun hit right before it was setting, her sea green eyes glowing in the light.
Or the way she intertwined his hand with hers, perfectly fitting like it was handmade by God to fit in between his.
To be with him.
He blinked hard, taking another swing before wincing as the taste hit his tongue.
Then he thought of you.
The way you laughed, the sound practically breathing life into the room. Or the way you made him feel like he mattered– even when he didn’t deserve an ounce of your kindness.
Or the way he felt when he saw you and Jonah. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, even thinking of the sight made his stomach twist into knots.
Jonah was a douche— the kind of douche who couldn't sit through one movie without offering unsolicited commentary, as if it were more important than the actual plot.
He didn’t deserve you.
His chest ached. A different kind of ache. Not the sharp stab of grief, but a low, warm pressure— like his chest was collapsing in on itself.
He took another gulp, finishing the bottle in one fell swoop— then dropping the glass onto the concrete.
The empty bottle clinked softly as it rolled a few inches, then stilled.
Peter leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees, staring down at the streetlights a dozen stories below.
The wind was cold up here, biting at his cheeks.
Another glance at his phone: 11:47 PM.
Thirteen minutes to midnight.
He opened your contact and stared at your name for a long time. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, chest tight.
He rubbed a sweaty hand over his face, groaning into his palm— This is so stupid. You’re so stupid, Parker.
He didn’t want to ruin your night. Didn’t want to be that guy.
But his heart was too loud— too aching. And he was too alone.
He typed. Backspaced. Typed again.
Okay nevermind, fuck it. I guess he’s calling you.
No, stop, that’s definitely a bad idea.
Peter [11:48 PM]: >i need you >not like need you need you but im on the rooftop if u can >nvm ignore whatever this all was, everythings good. happy new year! hope ur having fun:)
He stared blankly at the message and the little ‘delivered’ icon below it, the regret hitting almost instantaneously.
What was he expecting?
He chuckled, a short— bitter thing, before dropping his phone lazily onto the gravel behind him.
The wind picked up again, threading through his curls and dusting his skin with a flush of pink— or maybe it was the alcohol he can’t quite tell anymore.
He looks down again, the streetlights blurring as tears sting at his waterline. God, he was so pathetic he could almost laugh.
Distant sounds of the city filter in from below— honking horns, mistimed fireworks going off early, the indistinct echo of friends celebrating in the streets.
He feels a little outside of it all— removed. Like he’s watching the whole world spin without him.
You were laughing when your phone buzzed.
Well, not really. It was half-hearted, polite– the kind of laugh that didn’t come from anywhere real within you.
Jonah had disappeared somewhere between the tequila shots and a very intense debate about cryptocurrency with some guy named Brad. Or maybe it was Chad— you didn’t really care.
You were left stuffed in an uncomfortable strappy dress— awkwardly wedged on a stiff, decorative couch, between two of his college friends, who didn’t bother even trying to include you in their riveting conversation about true crime podcasts.
So when your phone buzzed in your pocket, you were so, so grateful for the distraction.
Until you noticed what Peter sent you.
“I need you.”
You read it once. Twice. Three times.
Then you were on your feet.
You didn’t say anything to the people on the couch. Didn’t go looking for Jonah. Didn’t grab your coat. You just left.
Because Peter never said stuff like that.
He masked his feelings under a thick blanket, never letting how hurt he actually is slip past his carefully built defences.
So when he messaged you like that— upfront, and so very raw? It was worrying, to say the least.
The cold air of the night slapped you in the face as you walked, sending goosebumps running up your exposed arms, heels struggling against the uneven pavement— but you didn’t stop.
You just kept moving, legs carrying you as fast as they could toward your apartment— toward Peter.
You buzz yourself in and take the stairs two at a time— nearly twisting your ankle on the third flight, puffing out wheezy breaths as you will your legs to climb.
Your fingers trembled as you pushed open the rusty door to the rooftop, metal groaning painfully on its hinges. The wind hit you instantly— cold and biting— but then the regret of not grabbing your coat fades when you see him.
Peter.
He was hunched forward— almost folded in on himself, elbows on his knees. The soft, varied colored lights of the city casting a glow against the side of his face.
His hair was windswept, his zip-up rumpled, his face flushed from the cold— that’s when the glint of a bottle half hidden in the shadows by his foot caught your eye.
Oh, Peter.
“Peter,” you called out, your voice tight as you begged it not to falter.
He flinched, whipping around, looking at you like he wasn’t sure if you were actually there or he was making this all up.
His eyes were glassy— from the cold, from the alcohol, or something deeper, you couldn’t tell.
He smiled— a weak little thing, lop-sided and wobbly around the edges. It did little to comfort you.
“Hey,” he said, voice rough, “what are you doing here?”
“‘What am I doing here?’” You crossed the rooftop quickly, folding your arms over your chest— more for warmth than anything. “What the hell, Peter?”
He blinked.
“You texted me ‘i need you im on the rooftop’ and just expected me not to show up?”
Peter’s gaze was fixed on anything but your face, shame tugging the corners of his mouth down.
“I didn’t mean to…” he mumbled, then trailed off. “I don’t know. I shouldn’t have sent it. Wasn’t thinking”
“You think?” you snapped, but your voice wasn’t angry— just breathless and worried, like the adrenaline was still catching up with your brain. “Jesus, Peter. You scared the hell out of me.”
He nodded slowly, back towards you, gaze fixed on the city.
“I was just– lonely,” he said, finally. “And stupid. And maybe a little drunk.”
You sighed, rubbing your palm over your features. "You don't get to do that. You don’t get to drop a message like that and then disappear. I thought–” You swallowed. “I didn’t know what to think.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to make you worry. I just–I just didn’t know who else to call.”
You hoisted yourself over the ledge, sitting next to him— so close your shoulders were bumping.
“Are you okay?”
He gave a half-hearted shrug. “I’ve been worse.”
“Not exactly comforting.”
There was a long pause, filled only by the distant sound of music from other rooftops and muffled voices counting down the minutes somewhere far below.
The wind whipped past again, rustling Peter’s strands and making you shiver.
“You’re freezing,” he said suddenly, shrugging out of his zip-up. “Here.”
“I’m fine,” you said, out of reflex. But he was already moving, already draping the warm, rumpled hoodie over your shoulders.
You blinked up at him. He was close now— so close you could count every freckle, every tiny scar, every mole etched into his skin like constellations.
His voice was quieter this time. “Thanks for coming.”
You nodded, adjusting the sleeves around your hands. “You looked like you needed someone.”
"I did," he said. "I do. I just–" he paused, shaking his head. "I didn’t want to ruin your night. I wasn’t trying to be clingy or needy or whatever. I just didn’t know what else to do."
“To be perfectly honest, my night kind of sucked,” you smiled gently, “Didn’t know that there were that many nuances to investing in crypto and I wish I still didn’t.”
That got a small laugh out of him.
“Jonah’s big New Year’s party not what it cracked up to be?”
“Yeah, not my crowd. I guess.”
You shrugged, pulling his hoodie tighter around yourself. It smelled like him— laundry detergent and a slight hint of coffee.
He hummed, setting his gaze onto the skyline— to the stars that sprinkled the sky. “Seriously, thanks for coming.”
“Of course I came,” you said, bumping your shoulder lightly against his. “You said you needed me.”
He was quiet at that, his hands twisted in his lap as he fidgeted awkwardly.
Then he said, barely loud enough to hear over the chatter of the city below: “I just didn’t want to be alone when the year ended. I think.”
Your heart squeezed a little in your chest.
“Then I’m glad you texted me,” you said quietly. “I don’t think I wanted the year to end without you there.”
For a moment, neither of you said anything.
And then, somewhere in the distance, the first firework cracked across the sky.
You both turned to look.
More followed. Bright bursts of color lighting up the night sky— blue, red, purple, all painting the night, dancing with the stars.
Peter glanced at you, the flurry of colors kissing your face.
You looked so beautiful.
You turned toward him with a soft smile, the kind that made everything inside him go quiet. Then, without a word, you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Happy New Year, Pete,” you murmured.
He didn’t answer at first. Just leaned down, pressing the gentlest kiss to the top of your head. His voice was soft when it came.
“Happy New Year.”
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*You awake to the sound of pots and pans clanging together*
Sorry it took a bit. Idk how in depth this one will be, I am still recovering from A Lot going on in my life but I'm trying to squeeze this in real quick while I have a moment today.
I cannot BELIEVE we're almost at the end of the season!
Ough this little conversation was good. I love and hate how this show makes me feel like I'm looking in a mirror at times. It makes me want to evaluate myself, how I handle difficult things, how I talk and communicate effects others. It makes me want to work on myself. I'm not perfect, nobody is, but we can always try harder to be better yknow. I think the fact that this show has such a varied group of very different people, who all deeply care about each other, but all still handle things differently, it's really fun to watch but also can convey a strong message because you're viewing it through this slightly seperated lense (of Murderbot)
Gurathin you are really KICKING the hornets nest here (I love it I LOVE IT I love it when there's tension like this I love how high pitched the sound of the kettle boiling is)
I don't know if I'm seeing things but I thought I saw the slightest HINT of an eye twitch when MB turns to look at him and also the way this show uses lighting SO SUBTLELEY especially on actors faces is sublime.
The way right after it stares right at him he does the darting up, down, look away (RELATABLE) and just hits him with the "I notice you have an issue with eye contact." HILLARIOUS. 10/10. So glad the show just does a little throwback but also a moment of recognition between them. It is unlikely to bring forth anything positive (they're both too pissed at each other - and for good reason) but its nice to see there's maybe a moment of recognition. Regardless of if it leads anywhere positive, it's neat to see it thrown back in Gura's face. Get fucking dunked on.
The silent recognitionn right after, Gura slowly looks back at it directly in a moment of recognition and acceptance. No snappy retort, no snarky comment, he's had so much attitude and feels emboldened ("I never thought I'd make it this far. It's all bonus" dude is in full 'it doesnt matter! Fuck it!!' mode and he's not nearly as focused on self preservation as he might've once been. He's stressed, scared and acting a little bit irrationally given he probably deeply wants the rest of the crew to live! But him provoking the terrifying robot that their existence likely hinges on, is counter to this just a teeny tiny bit. Like sure, you don't know if you can trust it, but at this stage what choice do you have?)
Then just for MB to also quietly, uncomfortably look away too. As soon as Gura meets it's gaze it looks away, first in its eyes, then its head.
Ugh I love it.
"What is that?"
"Don't worry about it."
HOLD UP. THAT'S MY LINE. THAT'S MY CATCHPHRASE. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I MADE THIS COMPANY!!!
(I'm joshing but hearing it say that caught me so off guard - I use the phrase "Don't worry about it!" borderline excessively, its a running gag with a friend that it's become like a personal brand catchphrase. Thanks Murderbot. It's a good line. Very versatile. It almost always causes people to worry more but that's why its neat LMAOOO)
"If anyone tells you that, start worrying."
TOO TRUE LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Look hear me out, Gurathin is an asshole, absolutely, but he's painfully relatable a solid 80% of the time OK.
"It's so..."
"Yep."
"... Hot."
"Hot?? I-- thought you were gonna say frustrating..."
the way he's trying to brain it out in the background, he's repeating he words, he doesn't get it, MATE ME TOO LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO
He loves his friends but every now and then they'll say something that short circuits his brain and he's suddenly violently isolated from their emotional experience and IT'S SO GOOD IT'S SO SO SO GOOD
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH THE FRAMING THE LITTLE HAD GESTURE OOOOOOOOOH I LOVE IT I love how much this show trusts its audience oh my godd
OK BUT THE FACT IT WAS LIKE "DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT"
ONLY TO PRODUCE A SEVERED HEAD FROM THE BAG
I'M THE TARGET AUDIENCE. WHOEVER WROTE THAT HAS A PSYCHIC CONNECTION TO MY BRAIN. I LOVE THIS SHOW.
I love that this ultimately was a group decision. No one's hand was forced (literally), they all acknowledged each other and the apprehension, and they all participated in the action.
They're all scared but they're all a part of it.
This looks so dodgy I love it. Just tape that shit straight onto it.
Also very fun that they personalised the drone (the green symbol painted on)
GOD THE HORROR - I love how in the end we were setup to think up until this point that it was going to prioritise itself over PresAux, like maybe it hit it's limit, maybe it'd decided it was done with them completely and it didn't care anymore. But nope, we were just left in the dark, the same as PresAux, because in the end we're humans too, and we'd be horrified too to find out that it's intention was to murder GreyCris - just like PresAux was when they found out. But it's doing it to save all of their lives. Beautiful. Horrifying. The push and pull. The price you have to pay, where you draw that line in the sand.
Also very funny how it said at the end of E08 "I'll write my own script" or something. And then it goes onto copy a plot from Sanctuary Moon. It's not a satirical comedy without a stupid bit. I love it.
The fact it goes to say something to them. It tries, it pauses, it hesitates, just to go "I... I copy."
And maybe, just maybe, this marks an actual true turning point inside Gurathin's brain. Maybe this is the moment that finally tipps him over the edge.
I have nothing intelligent to offer here except: WHAT GOOD SHOTS. WHAT GOOD FRAMING. WHAT GOOD USE OF CONTRASTING COLOUR/SHADE, MATERIALS AND SHAPES IN THE DESIGN LANGUAGE.
IT'S AFFECTED BY TURBULANCE MORE THAN IT USED TO BE?? IT SAID SORRY??? OH NO MURDERBOT THAT'S A LOT LIKE A HUMAN ISN'T IT LMAOOOOO
"Hello?? Do you have a PLUG in the back of your head??"
I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, HANG ON, JUST GIMMIE A SEC

I DREW THIS IN 2019. IT IS ENDLESSLY ENTERTAINING TO ME HOW SIMILAR GURATHIN IS TO O'BYRNE. THIS IS FUELING ME IN WAYS YOU WILL COME TO UNDERSTAND (if you're new here. Hi!!!!)
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. THE SIMILARITIES, THE PARRALLELLS, I'M NOT MAD TO CLARIFY--
I'M EXCSTATIC.
ANYWAY IT'S A GREAT DAY TO BE A #1 GURATHIN FAN OMFG
"Where are you from?"
They were spellbound.
"Where are we from? None of your fucking business."
"Fair enough. No need to be rude."
I'M CRYING
STOP THAT STOP THAT STOP THAT
PIN LEE COMING IN WITH THE SURVIVAL HORROR SPACE WRENCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
psychic information overload BRAIN BLAST
THE WAY GURATHIN NOTICES IT FIRST
oh MAN WHAT A GOOD FUCKING SEMI-FINAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This show really has done an excellent job at maintaining itself and just keeping the enjoyment going every time, it makes every episode worthwhile looking forward to, and so far there hasn't been a flop. Absolutely fantastic example of modernised serialised TV. I'm so excited for the finale. It will be bittersweet, with no clear indication if we're getting an S2, but even if we don't: this was a damn good ride.
OK - but some quick 'implications' comments to end on--
Mensah fired her gun at someone and almost hit then (which very likely would have been lethal)
Pin Lee decked a guy over the head with a wrench, which is absolutely lethal (it just would be slow, and horrific)
The beacon (hopefully) took out the remaining GreyCris that they didn't take out themselves (the degree of willingness on the leader to kill her crew was a really interesting and fun touch, it shows how differently they operate)
In the heat of the moment shit happened too fast for anyone to stop and think, but like. They're gonna have to live with this now. Especially Pin Lee (I hope this comes up later). That was brutal, and I hope it's something they have to reconcile with later individually as well as within the group.
It just stacks and stacks and stacks up. I love it.
#Murderbot#Murderbot TV#shy liveblogs Murderbot#shy talks#not art#well. Sort of.#I gotta draw O'Byrne and Roy in that one scene with Pin Lee and Gurathin holy SHIT
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who do you think would be more devoted, satoru, suguru or shoko?
oh em gee hi nonnie :333 it's been a milennia since i got a sashisu ask so i'm VERY sorry for the novel !!
well.... i think they all have their moments but most devoted would probably be suguru. AND I WILL EXPLAIN WHY !!!!
i just think suguru tends to be very selfish when it comes to love. not like.. in a bad way... but to him love means that he has already given himself to you completely. he expects it to be understood that his love runs so deep he physically cannot fathom letting you go. suguru has always been extremely loyal to what's his—whether that be his morals or his friends. i think he puts a lot of value into making connections. so for him, when it comes to love, i think he would be very steadfast in it—often finding it difficult to disentangle himself from those emotions. and i feel like that depth is what makes him the most likely to become obsessive over devotion. (like... cult leader suguru would become so fixated on the idea of devoting himself to you that it can start becoming almost parasitic) basically, suguru could absolutely devote himself completely to you, and in a normal relationship that translates into extreme and fierce loyalty. but any kind of toxic or twisted dynamic and that's turning obsessive and probably too emotionally dependent.
satoru is definitely devoted but in a very generous way. he can love you so deeply but be alright with letting you go. to him, that's the biggest act of love he can commit. he sees a lot of drawbacks in letting you be with him, so he would much rather devote himself from afar and let you live a life he probably cannot give you. in other words, his emotional investment in you may not always come across as fully attentive because his perception of dedication can be too focused on what he deems is best. satoru's devotion plays on a fine line between his loyalty to you and his loyalty to his own ideas. he has such a strong connection to his own ideals that once he perceives something, he will always do what he feels is best in that situation. the problem is that might not be the most pleasant thing for you—but if he thinks you're better off with someone else he will let you go. (see i don't think suguru would be able to do that. suguru will never be able to give you up.)
shoko's devotion is the most subtle, but i think it would be the most stable. it might take her a while to get to that stage (i don't think it's as easy for her to fall into obsession compared to the other two) but she will be dedicated to you. shoko may not be the most expressive, but she is the most emotionally grounded. she has always shown consistent loyalty to things she values, so i think her devotion to you would be dependable and pretty nurturing. i also think she has a very mature perspective on her relationship with you, and she'd be more concerned with creating and maintaining that bond. so basically... i think she'd be the most consistently devoted if that makes sense.
so yeah, suguru is the most intensely devoted, but his devotion is easy to become entangled with other emotions. satoru is devoted, but it's more external. he tends to do things for you that he feels is right. and shoko is the devoted in the most stable way.
#[𐐪— asks. 𐑂]#good grief....#i'm so sorry nonnie#that was quite literally a dissertation#but yeah that checks out i COULD write a dissertation on sashisu#anyways yeah that's my take!!!#i realize there are lots of different ways to think about them#but if i'm goin in line with how i look at them in canon#yeah... suguru has the most devotion in him#satoru's kinda selfless but in a twisted kinda way bc he's doing what HE wants to do yk???#and shoko's... less crazy than both of them lol#sashisu#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru x reader#shoko x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#sashisu x reader#jjk x reader
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Hi, I saw that you were taking request so I was wondering if you were were open too writing Fili husband/father headcanons as I loved the one you wrote about Thorin and am curious as to what your view is on the crown prince. <3
AHHHHHH okay so 1) thank you for the request sorry i literally have been nonexistent the last year and 2) I LOVE FILI he is actually my favorite dwarf so i was very thrilled to do these
Husband/Father Fili Durinson
fili durinson x reader
gender neutral pronouns (reader is pregnant in the second half)
TW: pregnancy, a child lol
also set in a much happier post BotFA AU
hobbit/lotr masterlist
Husband Fili
After settling in at Erebor and being crown prince, Fili decided that he was ready to lock in and settle down
He’s already known it’s you he wants
And even though it’s kind of obvious to everyone that you feel the same way he is a little delusional and thinks he has to like make a grand gesture
So he has you come move visit your future home him and erebor
He gives you little tours and is constantly showering you with gifts and compliments
He doesn’t really care about being a crown prince but for you he will use his rank to get what you want
It’s not until you’ve been there for a while that he finally opens up and tells you how he’s feeling and asking if you could be happy in erebor, if you could love him, etc.
He’s dumbfounded when you are like “of course” because he genuinely was not expecting you to be so willing
"But...I had a whole speech..."
Of course you let him profess his love, and he presents the wedding bead he has had crafted for you
You can see the amount of detail he put into it for you, the intricate carvings reminiscent of your favorite plants
You two are married soon after, though not quite as soon as Fili would have liked
He would have married you in a totally private moment with just the two of you and Balin, but Kili the other dwarves insisted on a proper celebration
The two of you manage to keep it to a minimum, though the ceremony is still beautiful
Fili cannot stop looking at you, openly crying as he says his vows to you, promise his heart and his love
Kili is ecstatic to have another sibling, and Dis welcomes you with a warmth that rivals the forges of Erebor. Even the stoic Thorin gives the two of you a kind word, though his approval is seen in the celebration he throws
After the wedding, Fili takes you away for a very long honeymoon, keeping you all to himself to love and adore in every possible way
Your actual marriage continues to be as beautiful and sweet
Fili cares for you, and he makes sure to show it through both words and actions
He's actually great at communication, encouraging you to be open and honest about your feelings
His feelings never fade, every day he is just as madly in love with you as before
He loves bringing you into court, showing you off as a princess/prince
Isn't crass, but also isn't afraid to be affectionate in public
Always needs to be touching you in someway, whether that be hand holding, his hand on your back, etc.
Unashamed to kiss you whenever the opportunity arises, and he prides himself on his ability to give innocent kisses that convey a warmth and a depth that leave you wanting more
In private...... whoa boy
That man is on you
Whether that be sexy time or cuddling, it doesn't matter, he needs you as physically close as possible
Loves holding you against his chest, murmuring sweet things in your ear
Always wants you to be as special and as loved as a spouse should be
Father Fili
Considering that Fili is a very passionate man, its no surprise when you become pregnant
Its something you both had been open about wanting, and when a healer confirms your symptoms, Fili is overjoyed
He keeps careful track of the pregnancy with you, loving to know how large the baby is, what kind of development is occurring, etc.
Trusts you to know your limits, though he's never too far to give a helping hand or to offer a gentle reminder to take it easy
Spends hours pouring over baby names with you, setting up the baby's room, discussing every little detail he can think of
He thought he couldn't be any happier, already being married to you, but when the baby arrives, he realizes just how much more room he has in his heart
He struggles making sure you get enough time with the baby, because he just never wants to put them down
After helping raise Kili, Fili feels like the father role is very natural for him.
Lots of soft Fili, gently rocking the baby as he walks around the room, his voice low as he sings to them
Loves watching your child grow up, making sure he's as active in the child's life as you are
Celebrates every milestone, loves talking about you and the child (he would be the kind of dad to show everyone the hundred photos he takes every day)
This man truly never tires of just being married and a father, making it clear that his role as prince comes after his family
#fili#fili durin#fili x reader#fili durin x reader#fili the hobbit#fili the dwarf#the hobbit#fili x you
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zuko and katara have genuinely SUCH an interesting dynamic and relationship to explore when you don’t have a bitch in your ear trying to tell you they should kiss.
like there’s nothing objectively wrong with shipping zut4ra but i CANNOT find any proper duo content of them that isn’t romantic or romantically implied and it annoys me. no i don’t think they would work. no i don’t think Katara would give up her man for that guy of all people. no I don’t think Zuko would be romantically interested in Katara. yes i do think that reducing all of their feelings towards each other into ‘romance’ oversimplifies and undermines the depth of the platonic relationship that they actually do have in established canon. yes whatever I’m sure there’s something sweet about a boy trying to get a girl to forgive him by helping her get revenge on the guy that killed her mom but don’t you think that it’s actually much more profound if there are no romantic ulterior motives whatsoever and it’s actually just a demonstration of the lengths Zuko will go to because he cares deeply about his friends and their feelings and what they think about him and he wants Katara to like him and he’s genuinely sorry that he broke her trust by warming up to her slightly before betraying them and to make sure she knows that he was being sincere and he actually was touched by what she said he tries to find a way for her to heal a wound that he knows tears her apart and it’s a wound he wishes he could heal in himself. and he does it because he’s trying to earn her forgiveness, not her love. he’s trying to earn himself the right to look her in the eye, not to hold her hand. he’s trying to amend for the mistakes of his people for nothing but the better of others.
and when Katara offers to heal him in the cave, it’s not because she’s fallen head over heels at all, or even in the slightest. she’s the first to see the light in him, and she sees a boy who’s been hurt by the fire nation in a similar way to her. she recognises that if she can convince him to come with her now, the gaang is up by a firebending teacher and a friend at best, and down an enemy at least at worst. for a moment she sees him for who he is and what he’s been through and it’s not because she likes him. the thought doesn’t even cross her mind, it’s just in her nature as a person to be caring and understanding and she has the help she can tell he needs, so she extends a hand.
and when they face Azula together? Katara was the first to reach out when it was almost the right time, and she’s the one who’ll be there to help him see it through. When he takes a bolt for her, isn’t it more profound that he jumps in front of the bolt not out of romantic love, but because Zuko is the kind of person who would put himself in mortal danger for anyone he cared about? Because his heart’s too big and because he’s seen those he love get hurt too many times to stand there and let them take it?
anyway I’ve spent too much of this post refuting romance but not actually expressing what it is i do like about their platonic dynamic but it’s late and i don’t have the words. so i’ll just say it’s such in that it would be really funny if Zuko instead dated Katara’s brother. and they yap together and she gives him a list of interests and he tells her embarrassing date stories. they also yap a lot about Aang because like. Zuko’s bff and Katara’s bf he’d probably come up a lot. also Maiko’s platonic shit-talking exes/close friends dynamic solos their romantic dynamic but that’s a discussion for another day ^-^
ship name censored because I don’t intend for any negativity to actually intrude upon certain shipping spaces lmao. i’m rarely opinionated but i don’t really care tbh i just wish there was more platonic stuff out there or i saw less romantic stuff el oh el
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Seems like you have finished so i just need to say this:
DR0 is so fucking good.
Just, at EVERYTHING its trying to do, it hits it. And thats something that cannot be said about most of the other media in this franchise (not saying one is better over the other btw, thats a separate thing)
Like, it does its job of being THH's prequel. It goes into more depth with Kyoko and her father's relationship, it gives more insight into the destroyed classroom and what happened, it explains the massive plothole(?) of how exactly Junko was able to steal class 78's memories, it gives a better look at how exactly Junko was able to take over HPA. It gives so much context and answers to things the first game didn’t have the time to properly explore.
It does its job of setting up for SDR2's twist (as you are supposed to read it BEFORE the second game btw (it also released in 2011, a little under a year before SDR2)). It sets up the HPA is corrupt, that the staff dont care about its talentless students. It gives us the info that Kamukura and Junko are working together, and thats WHY the founder's portrait is in the funhouse. It also preps us for the twist, and why it feels so out of left-field in the game if you didn’t have the context of DR0 before. (I could make the argument that thats why both hajime and izuru share design elements with yasuke, because of the whole him pretending to be izuru thang but thats mostly speculation on my part lol)
But, most importantly, it gives us more depth into JUNKO. Something we lost in order for the first game's twist to happen. Ryoko is such a fun character, my lil goober, and such an interesting aspect to Junko that people either do not know about or think is solely Yasuke's creation (it is not, thats very clear in the novel). To think, that the girl that burnt the world down, was deep down a silly lil redhead with a weird crush on her childhood bestfriend is literally the best way Kodaka could’ve took her character. Its so funny but so fucking tragic, to fall in love with this protagonist and realize she was doomed from the start.
anyway sorry for the ramble, i love Ryoko and Yasuke and their story so much
NO RAMBLE AWAY THANK YOU FOR SHARING. i loved DR0 and honestly i may reread it again very soon because i miss Ryoko and want to spend more Quality Time with her.
i have so many thoughts about DR0 so here's a few scattered ones as i slowly wake up this morning:
DR2 has SO MANY MORE DR0 references than i realized
i would have taken an adaptation of this over DR3 tbh. like hands down
i feel bad for everyone involved in this event. even Kamishiro. yes, really
i also, personally, see Ryoko as not at all separate from Junko. to me she is representative of Junko's soul and past, and when she fades away it's not so much Ryoko disappearing as a person but Junko symbolically chucking away anything that gets in the way of her worldview. she is not Yasuke's creation i agree
(i headcanon, as i've said, that Ryoko is basically how Junko was as a kid, just a little less bratty. i also tend to think that Ryoko Otonashi is Junko's real name or close to it)
(and i did tear up when Ryoko "crumbles." i like to think that Ryoko and Junko, for a moment, both existed at once there. both were sad she had to go.)
Ryoko being so sweet and bubbly and not wanting to actually kill anyone causing her trouble is such a HUGE. HUGE. HUGE. signpost to Danganronpa's themes.
and Junko musing that she may lose, i like to think, comes from the fact that she knows she's wrong somewhere. deep down, even Junko...who is shown to be self-hating...is just a little goober who loves Home Alone and thinks she can below up Kyoko Kirigiri with her mind.
Ryoko being weirded out by Makoto??? forget the intense foreshadowing in that scene. Ryoko picking up on his energy??? he's pure without the use of neuro-tech???? incredible
the chapter where Junko is kicking the shit out of Matsuda's corpse should be required reading for all DR fans. it humanizes her so much. my headcanon that she is constantly in the throes of this wild psychic pleasure-pain and is like, spiritually suffering, seems to be more or less supported here
the last chapter where Junko and Mukuro are talking also provides a TON of subtle clues as to their relationship. it totally comes off like Junko STILL being so bitter that big sis Muki ran off to the military and left her all alone for a few years ha
so there's my ramble in return !! what a fantastic yarn. so tragic. so good
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guess who’s back on tumblr after trying to unalive themselves 😍 i don’t really wanna talk about my absence and go into the depths of the reasoning why, so i’ll just talk about why this account was made - which was for hamzah and slushy noobz. i want to have my own little thinkpiece on the match as well as my place in the slushy community moving forward
i want to say the match and the production is the reason why i love them soo much. they have such an ability of creating cinema with their videos, hence why one of my favourite video from them is the camping video (i tend to watch this video more for comfort rather than for humour though) – and there’s an immense amount of payoff as a viewer watching their content, you can see all the layered inside iokes (i.e having aldo, and nettspend’s producers) and internet jokes culminate in something so carefully crafted (like the way chase’s commentary was genuinely good??). and then the obvious reasons as to why i liked it, hamzah looked so damn good, and he knows it too (i also find martin attractive too, i’d just prefer not to talk about it too much in respect to his relationship). there’s something so beautifully boyish about their content that i can’t find something else (as much as i love them and before anyone says it, no - the dancing gamers cannot replace hamzah and martin and that’s okay!)
however this video kind of cemented why i don’t think i’ll continue regularly engaging with their content. this video kind of felt like a bittersweet ending to one of my favourite eras in my life (watching them). and before i proceed, ik the reddit fans are gonna be annoying - on a side note of the reddit fans i feel like the reddit community is so pedantic over small stuff and because of the few, genuine bad eggs in the community, they over correct and just get so bitter and mad about everything (i.e them being so cruel to fanfic writers) and call everyone chronically online whilst they use the same old “*insert trending braintrot joke* 💜”. i feel so aged out in a fandom even though i’m 18 - i can’t imagine how the slushies who are actually around hamzah and martin’s age feel when their fandom is so reminiscent and full of the same 14 year olds that i’m convinced are the reincarnations of the 2021 14 year old dsmp fans. definitely more sane, i’ll give them that. but community aside, at least reddit community, i want to talk about something another one of my mutuals mentioned recently in their own post and it’s how money hungry they seem. two things can exist at once, let’s get that straight - hamzah and martin don’t get a lot of sponsorships but also being upset that so much of this well awaited come back was heavy promotion for the patreon which, mind you, had a decent amount of members subscribed (i do commend hamzah for encouraging people to unsubscribe over the break!) and also they get money off of ad revenue. i just personally find it egregious that their hoodies, the out of character ones, which are at least unique designs unlike them literally reselling temu shirts like the “find x” shirts, are the same price, in my currency, to the essentials fear of god hoodies.
for any south africans here, it was around like R900 for a hoodie! which is gross im sorry :)
there are also other reasons im distanced from them, and its their associations with chase and claire - i made a, now deleted, post about this before but chase has this annoying tendency i notice in white ‘queer’ (i think he’s queer lmao) men where they speak in blaccents, which was heavily highlighted to me when he was a commentator and he was able to speak in a ‘normal’ white accent, and claire made weird ass comments about black women. as well as having fucking idubzz (who im not sure why was even invited when like sm people are like “who even is he??”) who literally had to make an apology about the fact he created a racist culture with his platform, years after the damage was done. i also have other smaller issues with them that would definitely actually get me cancelled (not even over on the reddit but here). but idfk, what are yalls thoughts?
#hamzahthefantastic#slushynoobz#slushy noobz#hamzah#hamzah x reader#hamzah the fantastic#hamzahthefantasticxreader#hamzah imagines#hamzahthefanastic x reader#replies
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❝ in every life, in every timeline, I’ll want you and only you ❞
introducing my beloved, my boyfriend, my husband, my soulmate…
˗ˏˋ Max Taylor ˎˊ˗



Yes, I’m dramatic and obsessed with that man. No, you can’t say or do anything about it. I thought I’d make this post because his character is so niche that I’d be surprised if even 1:1000 knew about him.
origin story
so in this reality the only place you can see him is on the love island game. I was once playing my first scenario and when I went to casa amor and saw him (even though he was animated there, haha) I was floored.
Actually, if I was to go in more depth describing this story I have to say that my bff introduced me to this game. It’s very similar to the game episode. And she was ahead of me in this scenario and when she was in casa she was like there is this boy here and he looks exactly like your type. now I’m like girl, you have no idea cause I’ve been in mother-freaking-love with this man ever since. but this is it pretty much.
basic info
Originally, he is 23, music producer, from Liverpool. And his description says “The life of the party - and he's more than happy to get his flirt on.” I don’t remember if this was canon or not but his birthday is 17 October. We usually have around a year and a half age gap.
This is not canon but he grew up in a farm and went to boarding school around London where he got the more typical and recognised British accent and less of the scouse one (I’m sorry I don’t understand that accent so I scripted the better one in my opinion)
personality
This thing happening below turned to a full yap session so this is everything in short in case you don’t want to read the long version: Golden retriever energy. Life of the party. Charming, funny, teasing, playful, confident, smooth flirt. Genuinely kind, emotionally intelligent, extremely observant, trustworthy. Passionate about music. Old school regarding to music. Sweet beyond belief. Big on physical touch. Not afraid of PDA. Protective. Looks like a player, loves like a poet.



and the yap begins.
He is such a golden retriever guy. But with the leather jacket and those dangerously close-to-a-smirk smiles, he looks like a player. He couldn’t be farther from one, though.
Indeed, he is the life of the party and probably the smoothest flirt alive. The way this man wears confidence and charm like just another layer of clothing( basically like it’s nothing) is unmatched. He might not be the loudest in the room, but he’s often the funniest—and definitely the most loved in the group and that’s also because of the charm.
He’s so genuine and sincere. Nothing that he says is just empty words and he is a man of his word. Not only does he mean everything he says but he also goes through with every promise he makes. And I think that is also something that makes him so lovable by everyone because he is so trustworthy.
Whenever he talks (to me at least) he is extremely considerate. He is just always super sweet and kind with his words towards me. You cannot catch him saying something even slightly unkind to me even in his sleep.
He is extremely observant and emotionally intelligent. Takes note of the smallest of things. He always checks in if he notices something off, or compliments you on the smallest change.
He is just so passionate about his job as a music producer. Even in his free time he is drumming tunes with his fingers or humming under his breath.
Max also isn’t afraid of pda, he actually kind of craves it. Whether it’s hand holding, teasing, touching, kissing, he’s ready to do that in front of his friends. He is very heavy on physical touch.
He’s also super protective. Like he’d instinctively walk on the outside of the pavement and keep an arm around me at night or when we’re out. Kinda possessive also but I’m not complaining.
Besides funny, he is also extremely playful and teasing. Especially with me. Like, using pet names or poking fun in a flirty way. He loves to see me squirm for some reason.
When it comes to music he is super old school. Think: the Beatles, Prince, Michael Jackson. That’s his primary genre but not the only one.
(mild TMI warning lol but it’s just a metaphor) I say this with love and not enough shame: he’s 100% flirt-in-the-streets, simp-in-the-sheets coded.
physical attributes
dirty blonde and super light in colour hair. don’t mind the buzzcut in one of the pictures, his hair is on the longer side and is super fluffy, slightly wavy and constantly messy.
he’s got hazel eyes.. 😮💨 I just love light colored eyes! his even more!
that heartbreaker type of jawline, haha. I’m also obsessed with the stubble when he hasn’t shaved in three days.
always looks slightly sun-kissed, like he just got back from somewhere warm
has two tattoos (canon) one on the inside of his right elbow over the biceps — an eternity sign, and a sun on his left triceps.
185 cm tall aka 6’1”?? (I’m 5’2”/158 btw :3)
something else from his camera roll



and yeah it’s pictures of me :3
A/N: this is an official threat. I’m possessive, jealous and crazy so don’t steal my man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🔪🔪🔪 /j 👀
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I just discovered your 'peggy free fics' tag and I'm delighted. I can't tell you the amount of stucky fics I've read where there'll be a paragraph of random peggy worship that was never built up and then it'll go back to the boys like nothing happened. You could edit it out and the story wouldn't change at all. (Not unlike certain mcu movies . . . *cough cough* catws and cacw 👀).
I remember this one Wakandan stucky fic where the boys were trying to navigate a relationship after everything and one night where they were hanging out they were suddenly like 'hey remember how awesome peggy was? she was amazing and special and talented and she'll be so missed' then she wasn't mentioned again. There's ones where Bucky will barely remember any of his life with Steve, but he remembers Peggy and how much both of them loved her. I swear I've seen more fics where Steve and Bucky more her and even Howard more than they do Sarah or Bucky's family or the Howlies. Steve never misses his mother or wishes he could get guidance/support from her - but he does from Peggy. I even remember this one fic where Bucky when to get support from Peggy after catws and bonded with her over losing memories.
And god so many stucky fics have steggy as a past romance so Steve is always like 'Peggy was the perfect girl for me and I'll always love her and carry her in my heart . . . but now I have Bucky so now I'll be okay.' Like Bucky is always presented as second best or something that'll have to do, cause he can't be with Peggy (implying that given the choice, he'd choose her over Bucky).
One of the worst ones I've read though was this Howlies fic where there was a scene that took place after Peggy shot at Steve. He was whining to Bucky about how terrible he felt that he screwed things up with her, he really liked her and made her mad, and then Bucky gave him advice on how to make it up to her. I clicked out of it so fast let me tell you. (It's definitely tricky to find a good Howlies fic without Peggy. It's really common to find one where there's shooting competitions where she's as good as if not better than Bucky, stuff like push up competitions where she can keep up with Steve. You'll even find the guys, including Bucky, thinking Steve is a joke but they'll cower before Peggy because they know better. A lot of 'Peggy is the only competent one with any braincells who has to sort the boys out' 🤢. I also remember one where Steve was smiling and joking with Peggy a few hours after Bucky fell off the train.)
Even Buck will be raving about how great she was. All 'She loved Steve as much as I did and I'm glad she could be there for him when I wasn't'. Even if he's with Steve in the future he'll still be like 'She was so good for you, you could put you in your place, you would've been happy with her.' It makes me wonder why the author didn't just write a steggy fic.
Anyway sorry this got longer than I meant it to. Obviously needed to get all this off my chest 😂
OMG yes, even a fic I've just recced has this in it!
I almost end up doing a Mystery Science Theater thing in my head where I'm finishing every her-related line
like: fic-Steve: gee Buck Peggy sure was great me: ...at hiring Nazis!
fic-Peggy: boys I am so great I will officiate your wedding me: ...as a cover for shooting Steve in a jealous rage for rejecting me like I did in canon!
fic-Bucky: Steve you really shoulda married her I'd be fine with that me: ...and totally wouldn't cockblock you like I did in canon honest!
Genuinely the depth of delusion fic authors have about her to the point of assigning her actions that are literally 100% opposite to what her canon characterisation is, and warping other characters' personalities to praise her too, is actually like..... like they have an RFK Jr brainworm chomping away and cannot think sensibly when it comes to this one character. Like they've been possessed by an MCU writer parasite.
And the way it's invariably inserted into the middle of a stucky scene, too? Like you can almost feel the author's fear of the stans, and thinking 'I better insert a quick comphetero disclaimer so as not to Insult Her Majesty by implying someone else is just as good or even better!!' 😨
Like ok you know you can just not mention characters who have no importance to the plot, right? You know you can literally pretend that character never existed, when they're so unimportant it changes nothing??
#wewringmagicfromtheordinary#peggy-free fics#antisteggy#antipeggy#stucky fic rec#steggy is hydra trash party#cynthia glass#toAyourQ#dat's me
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please please please please can you yap about inez?
what happened to them after the heart was exchanged? where did narinder get thr heart from?
(and btw what are their pronouns?)
Inez's pronouns are they/any, but for the sake of consistency here I'll primarily use they/them <:)
So to explain this in thematic order: The Heart itself came from Leshy. Ratau, unlike in canon, was surprisingly more capable of his job and was able to strike down the youngest Bishop, and he was able to return The Heart to Narinder before dying to Heket. But Narinder, due to his success, is merciful and revives Ratau without the Red Crown in order to serve as the trainer to the next Vessel.-- Just like in canon.
It's also important here that Narinder *knew* of The Prophecy. He was aware it would be a Sheep who would free him and so he'd been keeping an eye on the population. However, the Bishops, being far more competent then they are in canon, had devised a plan for the last Lamb. Angered and distressed due to Leshy's defeat, they placed a spell over Inez as they were about to be killed to ensure their wounds would persist, *even in Death*. To make this spell as effective as possible, rather then doing the sacrifice the normal way, it was instructed that Inez would be... essentially tortured to death. Incredibly traumatic for them, sorry Inez :(
Inez arrived in Narinder's domain bleeding out. Basically the mechanics here are: Inez's body is gone, so their soul is currently dying in Narinder's domain because it has no body to return to. A living soul cannot return to a dead body.
Narinder in an act of both love and panic (The 'love' is decisive here, it's muchhhh more desperation than love. But they did have something going on before all this via prophecy dream meet-cutes and blessings.) forcefully gorges out their mortal heart and shoves in The Divine Heart. Which is admittedly funny to imagine considering this guy is fucking huge and Inez is tiny. Also Narinder has terrible motor control and is literally in chains. It's less like surgery and more like 'fuck fuck fuck uhhh shove this in now NOW!!'
(Baal and Aym would've done better but they were also freaking out and only bearers of a crown can handle a Divine's heart without dying, it's a whole thing)
After The Heart was exchanged Inez wakes up terrified and traumatized as hell. But honestly seeing Their Cat in front of them when they woke up would've been nice if he wasn't still freaking the fuck out. He essentially shoved them into the mortal world again into their battered and bruised body which is horrific but they have a god's heart so all things considered they're doing OK physically.
From then, it essentially follows the story of Canon,,, minus Leshy. RIP. They're also really Not Great to their followers. They're trying the best they can but they're incredibly freaked out and Narinder's avoiding them like the plague after everything. They're so miserable and upset so they turn to violence to seep away their sadness. But as they destroy more and more, they find themself getting further and further away from being 'mortal' and more akin to the Bishops.
They're basically taking on characteristics of Chaos too, as Leshy's domain becomes their own. Sorry Leshy you uh, got indirectly usurped, holy shit. Their godly POWERS only come after they have a crown to channel them through though.
They're a mess honestly I'll probably go more in depth about it in another post but I want to make it clear they aren't necessarily a terrible irredeemable person? They're just very fucked up and have way way too much power. Far more than they can handle. In one day they died, got surgery, became divine, and were sent back to earth to run a cult. Good god they need a long break.
this isn't 100% set in stone yet theres a lot of details I have to flesh out and i need to work on Inez as a character more but this is the BASIC rundown :) I hope the doodles made it more interesting lol
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thinking of peacekeeper coriolanus gently fondling your body whilst you nap against him in the meadow. watching you slowly get needy for him as you eventually wake up, undone at his fingertips. 𓆩♡𓆪
word count : 2,045
warnings : 18 + !!!! somnophilia, non con? fingering (fem receiving), little degradation but also praise <3 and some victim blaming.
a/n : hiii angels, it’s been a while. uni is absolutely killing me and i hate exam season!! it’s so easy for me to write smut yet i cannot do an assignment. anyways, enjoy the filth and i’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. also this is my third fic so it may be blehh and i’m still trying to learn how to work tumblr jsjsjs. anyways hope u all are well, gonna be more active after exam season, my bday is coming up too <3
your boyfriend, the blonde peacekeeper, had the day off so you both had decided to venture through the woods and to the lake, spending the long summers day splashing together in the water as the sun shined down on you both, kissing your skin.
the weather had been getting warmer, the season had changed so you knew before heading out to wear a pretty white sundress so that your skin could breathe for once. district 12 was always so glum, but now that summer was here, it brightened up the place a little.
so after the long day you had with coriolanus, you found yourself resting against his body as you both sat under a tall tree, bathing in the relief of the shade given. it was becoming evening now anyways, the air slightly cooler as a gentle breeze blew through the wind.
his hand rested in your soft hair, gently playing with it as your eyes fluttered. you both breathed calmly in the comfortable silence.
that was one thing you loved about being with him. sometimes all you guys needed was silence. a hundred words could’ve been said from a simple look into his stormy eyes and he would’ve understand fully, silently communicating back. he understood you better than anyone. you had hoped that he felt the same. that he could say that you understood him better than anyone too. you had been dating the peacekeeper for a month now yet a part of you felt like you were missing something. not from him, but in him.
your worries diminished a little each time you saw him. ever since he entered your life, he had taken charge, looking after you so graciously when you needed it. he deciding everything for you. for once in your life, you enjoyed having someone else make the decisions for you. growing up in 12 was always a horrible struggle, and with your mother dying a few years before, everything was even more harder. so despite the little guilt you felt each time coriolanus would buy you your groceries and drop them off at your small home, your heart would warm at the acts of service he committed for you. with him you were looked after. with him, you were safe.
so your eyes fluttered softly as you felt sleep call you. you didn’t want to fight it, so you didn’t let it. you were safer than you had ever been in coriolanus’s arms.
you drifted pretty quickly and soon enough, soft snores left your lips as an amused chuckle left coriolanus’s. he let you rest there for a little while, gently running his hand over your soft shoulder and down your arm whilst you slept.
you were so delicate in this moment. he looked down at your sleeping face, his eyes slightly darkening at the sight of your sunkissed nose and pink cheeks. he let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding in. you looked so easy to ruin..
he had taken you before, only a week after you guys had started dating despite your refusals and worries, he managed to coax you into more relaxed state, whispering sweet reassurances as he took what you could never could get back.
and after it happened, you realised you never wanted it back. you would give it to him over and over if you could. so despite your innocent nature and shyness around him, he brought out something needy in you from the depths of your stomach that you never even knew existed.
his arm wrapped across your waist as his fingertips began to dance along your thigh, moving higher and higher as he gently pulled your sundress up. he felt his pants tighten behind you at the sight of your white cotton panties. he decided to play with your body a little. he slowly pulled your dress up so it was bunched up against your hips as he ran his fingers across your stomach, smirking a little as he saw you squirm slightly. you were always so sensitive there.
“oh baby.”
he breathed out, his other hand tracing patterns on your thigh as he continued to drag his finger down your stomach, placing a soft kiss to the side of your head.
you were always so sweet to him. so sweet for him. so polite and obedient. he felt like you deserved a little reward for being such a good girl. for listening to all his orders. for clumsily reaching up to kiss his face each time there was a frown on it. he had all of his secrets of his past, but one thing he was sure of in his own twisted way, was that he had you.
he’d always have you. no matter what. even if that meant dragging you to the capitol in a cage with him.
he noticed the way your panties grew damp and couldn’t help but touch at the spot, his eyes flickering to your closed ones as you subconsciously squirmed.
“my sensitive little girl.” he murmured as he gently massaged his fingers into your damp panties. he continued this action for a few more minutes as he felt his fingers grow damp and used it as his sign to gently tug down your panties, revealing your bare glistening pussy.
he wanted to lower himself down and devour you. to have your hips buck against him as he would hold them tightly down whilst his tongue circles your clit, pulling out multiple orgasms from you as you’d shriek in pleasure.
he decided he’d do it later. he’d treat you again at home. he was certainly feeling generous today, but he wanted to gently touch you now. to watch the movements of your body change as you delicately laid against him, resting. vulnerable. there was something so intimate about touching your sleeping form. about copying the way you’d sneak your fingers into your panties to play with your most private parts whilst thinking of him. his throbbing bulge gently grinded against your ass.
he had pulled your panties down to your thighs now, just a little above your knees. his fingers resumed their touching as he slowly rubbed at you, letting your juices coat his finger as he watched your body rock slowly, responding to the pleasure that your brain couldn’t exactly comprehend right now. he kissed your shoulder, lowly speaking against it as his lips brushed the skin, “my good girl. my baby.”
as soon as the words were spoken, you whined gently and he chuckled. even in your sleep you subconsciously knew it. you knew your body belonged to him. you knew he owned your pleasure. that he owned you.
he began touching your bundle of nerves at a quicker pace as he placed a sloppy kiss on your shoulder. soft pants left your lips now as your brows scrunched up, your sleeping brain trying to make sense of the sensations shooting through your body. you couldn’t help but just squirm and as his plump lips latched down onto your neck to begin to suck at it, a broken whimper left your lips.
“such a pretty baby. so good for me, even when you sleep. my needy princess. my little slut.”
he drawled those words against your neck as the movements of his cock intensified, grinding into you more as each time you squirmed, you met his bulge. he groaned out softly and watched as your arm stretched out in an attempt to grip onto something. to try to understand the feeling that engulfed you. the hot pleasure that pulled you closer towards something and felt like too much so you needed to reach out for something to steady it. to steady you.
coriolanus held down your arm as he placed desperate kisses along it, his movements on your little clit going faster as higher pitched pants left your lips. that was always an indicator that you were about to cum. he had heard it many times before you’d explode all over his cock.
he breathed out heavily as he continued his sloppy kisses, doing it anywhere he could see.
“fuck. you’re gonna cum for me, huh? cum baby. cum angel.” he spoke into your ear, the deep timbre of his voice echoing faintly in your mind as your hips bucked and a loud moan left your lips, your eyes fluttering open as your high hit you. your soft orbs widened as your back arched against the firm body behind you and a whimper escaped your mouth as you felt a wave of pleasure shoot over your body, carrying the waves of his touch as you squirmed aggressively against the long fingers that were strumming your clit.
you gasped out his name. you gasped it out again. and again. like it was a prayer, like a mantra. your tired yet widened gaze shot to him as your eyes fluttered from the drowsiness and from the euphoria that shot through your veins.
“i-“ you gasped out. you didn’t even know what to say. or what to think. you didn’t understand the situation fully but as you glanced down to look at your boyfriends fingers resting against your bare soaked pussy, a dark blush painted your cheeks, a few shades deeper than your slight sunburn.
he adored the sight and as you looked back up to him, before you knew it, he crashed his lips into yours. broken breaths left your lips as you responded hungrily but needed to pull away sooner. you needed air. from the moment you had woken up, he had ripped it away from you as your orgasm hit.
you felt him grind into you feverishly and his hand roughly grabbed your face to guide you back to his lips, kissing you aggressively as he rut his hips against you, a loud groan leaving his lips as he exploded himself. the entire situation had him going crazy. the way your body was so vulnerable yet responded like a slut to him drove him wild. the way he controlled how you breathed. how he controlled the air for you. how he was the air for you. his own high hit as he sucked and bit on your already swollen lips. you had to forcefully pull away, gasping out loudly for air.
“c-coryo!” you exclaimed in shock of it all. his dark eyes gazed down at you, slightly hazy with pleasure and a hint of power that unnerved you.
“it’s okay baby. you wanted that. i was just giving you what you needed. making you feel good, okay?” his instant reassurance sunk into your skin yet you were still in your little state of shock, having woken up to such an unexpected thing. well, unexpected for you. the confusion on your face had him slowly stroking your cheek as he placed a soft kiss on your noise, parting his lips to explain to you again.
“you needed it, okay? and it felt good, didn’t it? you were so needy baby. so whiny. like a little slut.”
his words had your face warming up even more as you felt slightly embarrassed. you had never done this when you slept. god, what was coriolanus doing to you? he had that much power that he was invading her mind whilst she slept? even when she was unconscious she needed him?
pride swelled in his chest and something tugged at his heart when you shyly looked away, biting down on your lip as you apologised. he instantly shut it down.
“hey. none of that, okay? you needed it princess. and it was my job to give it to you.”
you breathed in shakily before glancing up to him, hesitantly nodding. he was right, right? i mean he didn’t do anything wrong? it felt good for her. good was the wrong word to describe it. it felt incredible as she came undone at his fingertips.
you couldn’t control how you acted whilst you slept right? but he could. he gave you the solution. he was always so sweet. always looking out for you. a shy smile grew on your lips.
“thank you, coryo.” you murmured softly as you watched him grin.
all that ran through his mind was that you needed to fall asleep around him more often.
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