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iridescentmirrorsgenshin · 15 days ago

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Kaveh is like this close to committing a sin with Mehrak, like he's playing a really dangerous game. It's just a matter of time Mehrak gets even more sentient when it's already this far. I know Kaveh keeps it in check, but man... I hope they'll talk about this one day. Either that or Kaveh will always brush it off, as if he didn't get some ancient core to build it??? Also, I always love your thoughts, thanks for loving these two so much!

hiya! thank you for your ask! i'm so glad you enjoy my posts :") <3 Mehrak’s existence is so ??? funny to me. we have tighnari’s story quest detailing the akademiya’s ban on research into mechanical lifeforms, directly alongside kaveh building his own mechanical lifeform and parading it around, sending it on solo coffee retrieving missions whilst everyone in sumeru looks on smiling <3

Mehrak’s legality hasn’t been mentioned at all in-game as of now, and as it’s been used consistently, both in kaveh’s hangout, a parade of providence, and now nahida’s birthday event, with not one mention of legality or potential trespasses, makes it seem that that’s how things will stay - especially since Cyno has met/is aware of mehrak’s existence during the battle scene during a parade of providence (then again, cyno did meet the wanderer during this event, and yet in nahida’s birthday event it seems he’s only HEARD of the wanderer through sethos??) but even then, since Cyno trusts Tighnari with karkata’s continued existence, it’s likely not a stretch to say that to Cyno, Kaveh can be trusted with Mehrak’s existence (it’s all very iffy)

Mehrak’s existence, overall, has had little focus other than its usage in battle, its official introduction in a parade of providence, where kaveh stipulates it has low intelligence, and was built to assist him, as well as being incapable of talking back and giving him ‘attitude’ (implicitly comparing mehrak to alhaitham), and in kaveh’s hangout when he works on designing a building. It’s only in recent events, such as cyno’s second story quest, and now in nahida’s birthday event, that mehrak has gotten more mentions, and now a spotlight, which is all in relation to coffee, tying back to alhaitham and kaveh’s improved relationship (the coffee analysis will be in the updated essay finally!!). as of right now, overall, mehrak doesn’t appear to be a major focus

It might be strange for the game to mention now that mehrak has been an illegal creation all this time, unless it’s a significant plot point that has to be resolved, but if mehrak is further explored, like in the temple of silence for example (hoyoverse I am once again asking), then perhaps this collective ignoring of a crime occurring will be explained away, if mentioned at all? It’s interesting that tighnari says it might be possible that this ban is reversed in the future, but as for whether that will actually happen, and the implications of this, aren’t clear

Mehrak’s accepted existence in general poses so many questions. I’m interested in the specifics of the ban, like does it depend on the autonomy of the machine in question? Abattouy aimed to make Karkata essentially human, capable of individual thought, processing, emotion, and conversation, which definitively broaches on the intersection of mechanical and biological life which caused the Akademiya to ban this type of research in the first place. So if a machine is able to act on its own, irrespective of human interference, then this is what the akademiya would want to prevent

In mehrak’s case, it’s unclear as to what its limits are, but from what has been shown so far, it seems that mehrak can only act on kaveh’s commands and when held in battle – it’s uncertain rn whether mehrak can act independently of this, but as kaveh invented it to only assist in certain matters, it’s doubtful. But then again, we don’t have a great scope of whether it can experience emotions, as it has shown signs of being distressed in a parade of providence when kaveh states that it can’t talk back, and when being scolded by kaveh in nahida’s birthday event

if mehrak has limited intelligence, it's interesting to compare mehrak with karkata. abattouy was attempting to make karkata understand human language, and be able to respond in order to have conversation, which was proved impossible, whereas although mehrak only speaks in beeps, kaveh is shown to have a thorough understanding of what it’s saying? Mehrak can be programmed to recognise people’s voices, but seemingly also language, as mehrak can obey spoken command, which is what abattouy tried to accomplish but was unable to with modern technology.

Mehrak, on the other hand, understands kaveh’s basic requests – which is made even funnier in kaveh’s old sketchbook, where he says that more than anything he really wants mehrak to understand what he’s saying. he got his wish but at what cost???

Mehrak being made from ancient technology, belonging to that of king deshret’s civilisation, offers many interesting paths that could be explored in future events, as besides the primal constructs roaming around, the puzzles in the desert, and now the temple of silence, no technology really exists from that time. Someone commented that mehrak’s presence in nahida’s birthday event, in conjunction with the event being based around ancient technology with the wedjat eye, could be highlighting mehrak’s irregularity in modern day sumeru – potentially foreshadowing for a future event that could further expand upon mehrak? If this is the case, I am all for it, there are so many questions concerning kaveh’s little light <3

#haikaveh #kavetham #alhaitham #kaveh #genshin impact #in general my head is so empty when it comes to mehrak so thank you for giving me a chance to explore this #there's this contrast of ancient technology and modern technology that is interesting to me as well #since ancient technology has already achieved low intelligence life (seemingly) without cruel experiments or danger that comes with #modern attempts of creating artificial life and is why the akademiya banned this research direction #ancient technology exists separately to modern regulations so in that case would there be a distinction in the ban between ancient #technology and modern technology? i feel the answer is no but also mehrak should legally be dismantled so i'm not sure what is happening #maybe the next sumeru event will be jailbreaking kaveh and mehrak

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faunandfloraas · 3 months ago

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Okay so!! Im back now and its journal entry time. highlights of dominATE sydney, in no particular order:

Chan starting the show by stealing the joke from the reporter from the project by being like we're straya kids hehehe

Lee know not really introducing himself but rather just chanting OI OI OI immediately (he continued this the rest of the night

Seungmin started the night by singing SYDNEYYYYY very passionatly and kept adlibbing Sydney into so mang songs for the rest of the night. My fave being "Cause stuff it all cuz I'm gonna go SYDNAYYY"

Han at one point was suddenly laying on the floor being all silly and then chan feigned stomping him ?? And my brother was like HUH lmao

Lee know kept feeling up Changbin (understandable) he also gave changbin the mic during lee knows part, so he had to sing them 🩷

Chan FINALLY saying fuck /into the mic/ after 150 years of me talking shit 🫶

The dad in front of me who honestly seemed more into the show than his teenage kids, perhaps helped by the fact he was smashing back beers- could hear him passionately trying to keep up with Han rapping at one point so automatically I respect him

The girl behind me who went CHANGBIN really deep and evil when she thought it was time for his solo but it was not in fact LMAO

Saw Hannah bahng! Saw Mr and Mrs Bang. They were very smiley, it was cute!

I got to see chan annoy seungmin briefly <3 with my own eyes 🥰

AUSSIE BOY HWANG HYUNJIN!! SYDNEY BOY HWANG HYUNJIN

Innie walked in front of the camera slightly ruining a hyunjin and han lil gay moment and made > :0 this face before ducking. Also him being all My stage Ahhh sexy 😇

Just any and all changbin.

Lee know and seungmins vocal lesson were really on display bc they Made Sure you could hear their voices over the music and I loved every second!

Chan railway was truly An Experience. He had me enthralled. He had my bro enthralled. He had the drunk dad enthralled.

Seungmin thanking chans dad for food LMAO

Hyunjins repeated winks at the camera being met with ungodly roars was totally expected and yet I roared along. Fanservice king if im honest.

Felix and chan being lil gronks together was so funny.... so good. I love them....

They faked it was the end and people did get up to go but I was like NUH UH seungmin was not the last one on that stage they're coming back!! And I was RIGHT and when they did end he was the last one and he ended the night with an evil cackle and it only cemented my love more 🫶

Lee know happy birthday!! Not to be a gay lil thing but I was so happy we got to sing it for him! And confuse him and hyunjin with the HIP HIP HOORAY also im p sure chan thinks its HIP IP lol

I also saw him eat shit and slip a lil which was funny, right at the end of the show.

Also lee know lifted seungmins arm in the air at the end this time! Not the other way around!! He did that for me, I think. Also put his arm around his shoulders- so 🫶 I got chan and seungmin and lee know and seungmin 🫶 my fellas 🫶

All in all it was so fun and the band was amazing too, the light show... such a good night.

And Bang Chan. Well. I love him. Lol. I really kinda do tho. He said I'm chris from Sydney and I was like Yeah! you are!! Idk. Everyone was amazing but he was the main event, maybe bc he's the sydney boy... also the fan event at the end was a sweet little animation and he was the prince and it made me laugh bc I do keep saying he's the crown prince of Sydney.... he's honestly really someone I think I'm quite happy to see representing us on such a big world stage, bc he does really seem to have such a big heart and a lot of love- idk. Christopher Bang. What a fella. His smile is truly like a beam and he was so happy and every time he was smiling, I was smiling, too. I hope he feels proud tonight, lol.

And I still wanna bite seungmin on the cheek 🫶 Suffice to say- best concert to break my many years no concert streak with 🩷 it was a lovely night.

Also felix went from being bone dry to soaked head to toe in about 3 seconds when I wasn't looking 😭

#im on mobile and my phone will die and i cant proofread #but i wanted to get my main thoughts down so i dont forget #but yeah even the weather was so perfect #lovely night #the band was really good #dominate sydney

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munson-blurbs · 3 months ago

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Hi! I’d like to send a request for the Meet-Cute anniversary event! I’d like to be paired with Eddie! My pronouns are she/her. I’d describe myself as extroverted, funny (if I do say so myself 😌💅🏾), and very upbeat! I love history, literature, and music. I don’t know what other details to include BUT I do wear glasses, if that’s relevant.

Your meet cute happens at the Renaissance Faire! Hope you like it 💚

CW: reader wears a dress WC: 534 A/N: Thank you to @pastel-pillows for helping me with Eddie's costume and @storiesbyrhi for helping me with the dialogue! Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

The weekend of Indianapolis’ Renaissance Faire was, in your opinion, the best time of year.

You always went as a kid, your eyes wide as you took in all of the sights, sounds, and smells. Now as a young adult, you actually got to work there. Two full days of wearing a flowy Elizabethan gown while eating discounted turkey legs and speaking in the tongue of the realm? Forget Disneyland; this was your happiest place on Earth.

Your role this year was to stand just beyond the gates and point guests in the right direction. It was easy enough; you liked talking to people and complimenting their costumes. Not to mention that the other performer you’d been paired with was easy on the eyes, to say the least.

Frizzy brunette curls spilled from beneath his flat Tudor cap and fell just below his shoulders. He wore an oversized white t-shirt, its hem cut to be curved, and brown slacks tucked into black boots. A brown leather belt was wrapped around his lithe waist and strapped a costume-store sword to his torso.

He introduced himself as Eddie the Banished—though you weren’t quite sure where he was banished from. You’d been working side by side for the last three hours, and he’d only left to grab food from a nearby stall. Even then, he hadn’t broken character, continuing to speak as though he had been plucked straight from the Renaissance itself.

Eddie the Banished also happened to be Eddie the Impossibly Cute and Charming, with quick wit that matched your own. He wasn’t quick, however, in hiding the Steak on a Stake he was trying to inconspicuously eat while still on the clock.

“Mr. Munson.” Your shift supervisor, Melinda, came marching across the grass. She gave Eddie a pointed glare, not wanting to publicly reprimand him and draw attention to his unprofessionalism.

Eddie turned to you with exaggerated panic. “The witch has sensed that I’ve procured nourishment!” He exclaimed, lowering the food from her line of vision.

“So save the rest until your break,” you said.

His eyes widened in mock horror. “In this time of famine?” Eddie shook his head, but sweet smile betrayed any air of annoyance he tried conveying. “I cannot believe a beautiful maiden would suggest such foolishness.”

Beautiful. The compliment warmed you more than the sun shining up above. “Perhaps this beautiful maiden will purchase some sustenance for you, presuming the witch doesn’t have your head on a stake first.”

Eddie cocked one brow and took another sneaky bite of his food. “It appears we have a modern woman on our hands,” he mused. “But who am I, a mere peasant, to turn down her advances?”

You laughed at his feigned contemplation. “Even a mere peasant deserves a reward for a long day’s work.” Letting your hand rest on his shoulder, you continued. “Especially when he has spent the time keeping me thoroughly entertained.”

“With pleasure.” Eddie gave a small bow. He glanced around before lowering his voice to ask, “and maybe the fair maiden will allow me to treat her to a frozen confection?”

Smiling, you leaned in and kissed his cheek. “It would be an honor, Eddie the Banished.”

#meet? cute.#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfic #fanfic

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sammy8d257 · 24 days ago

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hey there! im kinda new to your works, and i cant find the full CV!universe qwq

i dont mind an info dump lol

OH MAN ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE JUST DONE 8D

The main reason why you haven't heard much about the AvA Cartoon Villain verse is that I'm horrible at actually updating any of my AUs here on Tumblr

But you've handed me a perfect opportunity to info dump and info dump I shall

Okay so, as a recap, the Cartoon Villain verse (aka the CV!verse) is an AU I created back before the start of AvM season 3 started where I wanted to be incredibly self-indulgent about the possibility of the Dark Lord ever returning so me and a couple of others on the Enthusiasts server started listing off funny saturday morning cartoon villain tropes we liked. And lo and behold, the CV!verse was created

As it stands now, the CV!verse is an AU where after the events of Showdown, Dark wakes up from being blasted into the side of the mountain and literally stumbles his way onto Purple's MAC. At this point, Purple has already made up with their villagers and is back being their king. So when Dark arrives, he sees Purple wearing a crown, decks them in the face, declares himself ruler of the castle, and them promptly passes tf out.

Purple in their utter confusion, takes Dark back to the castle and nurses him back to health. As thanks, Dark offers Purple a job as his henchman, and Purple is so amused (and quite literally has nothing better to do) agrees.

So now they're a Villain and Henchman duo who's goal is to take over Alan Becker's PC and the Color Gang (also known as the Color Lames, Dark's nickname for them) has to stop them. Additionally, despite this being created before AvM s3, I still have incorporated some elements, particularly the characters, from that season. Although, nothing is canon past AvM Lucky Blocks and that includes the current AvA arc with Victim.

Essentially, I've taken these sticks and I'm playing around with them like dolls. Some characters I've changed in terms of backstory pretty drastically because it fits in better with the AU and frankly, its funnier.

Also because of the cartoon influences, I like imagining the AU takes place in like episodic seasons.

So Season 1 would be where Chosen (whose been going around the Interweb as a Virus Hunter) ended up back on Alan's PC and after finding out Dark is still alive, agrees to mentor Second. Dark is absolutely THRILLED that Chosen is back because that means he can have his nemesis back (and he does genuinely miss him but he'll never admit it). The season would be about introducing the characters with the overarching plot being the struggle of accepting change and whether or not it's okay to accept a role that was placed upon you.

Season 2 is where we meet Victim/Vic (also known as L!Vic whose is based off of @iluvylalevu Victim) who at the end of the season is revealed to be an Alternate Dimensional Traveler. So he's not this AU's Victim. Vic ends up joining Dark and Purple on their adventures because tbh, their shenanigans are a lot of fun and he looooove silly stuff. This season is also where we're introduced to King MT, a evil genius inventor in the field of robotics (who is also very divorced and sometimes Gold will stop by to help out). King doesn't actually appear (aside from a few mentions) until the end of the season. This season would focus on expanding the world of the AU, going over some sticks new backstories (Purple's parents are still alive and the family is not broken!!) while the overarching plot would be dealing with the feelings of not belonging and of being replaced.

Season 3 is where we get into dabbling with Alternate Universe stuff. Because at the end of Season 2, Vic goes back to his own universe and that inspires Dark to start looking into how to travel into other universe. Due to this tampering with reality, a new character appears on Alan's PC who happens to be a ghost stick figure named "Shade". So while Dark is doing AU theory, the Color Gang is looking for clues as to who "Shade" is and why xir bound to the desktop. By the end of the season, Dark figures out dimensional travel and its revealed that "Shade" is this AU's version of Victim who at remembering xir past, pulls an "Aggie Prenderghast from Paranorman" and starts destroying the desktop. Dark, Purple, the Color Gang, and Chosen have to escape into L!Vic's dimension to avoid the fallout. This season's main theme is the yearning for something new and the grief of the past.

Season 4, the group heads back and through the power of friendship (and promises of forgiveness and second chances), they manage to calm Victim down, who decides xe like the name Shade better. And honestly, that's as far as I got. This would also be the point where CV!Dark starts visiting other AvA AUs for fun (like how the CV!Trio visited my AvA Mafia AU ^^)

But yeah, that's about it. An overview of the AU!

Honestly, if anyone wants I'd be more than happy to info dump about any specific things about the AU. Like characters, character relationships, any episode ideas. That kinda stuff

Cuz it's all trapped in my head rn and I just haven't had the chance (or time) to actually do anything about it alskdjlgdsg

ALSO BONUS:

Heres my ref I have for specifically the CV!Trio!

#Sammy8D answers #sammy8d art #ava cv verse #ava cartoon villain verse #alan becker #animator vs animation #ava au #CV!Dark #CV!Purple #CV!Victim #Sammy8D stick stuff #Sammy8D queues

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lendeah · 1 year ago

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Eclipsed Reverie

Pairing: AstarionxFem!Tav

Summary: As the final battle with the Nether Brain looms, Astarion and Tav share a bittersweet night together, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that it may be their last.

Tags: fluff, smut and a tiny bit of angst. Very soft Astarion :( also biting stuff!

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: NSFW (minors dni).

Under the shadowed canopy of the Baldur's Gate night, Astarion and I found a momentary reprieve from the impending battle. We have been strategizing the whole evening, and at this point there is nothing more we can do except rely on each other. I look at the man next to me, wondering when did we go from strategizing allies to something more. The moonlight catches the contours of Astarion's face, revealing a vulnerability that transcends his usual cheeky demeanor. There's a shared understanding in the silence, and as our eyes meet, unspoken words linger in the air. Despite his usual aristocratic charm, it now feels damp and heavy. Even with his vampiric strength, he seems weakened by the recent events. The battle against Gortash had taken its toll, leaving both Gale and Shadowheart heavily wounded.

The air is heavy with tension, but a shared understanding lingers between us two. "Are you scared?" I break the silence, although I already know the answer.

"Terrified, actually." Astarion turns to face me, expression serious for once, his red eyes gleaming softly in the night in a way that's somehow comforting. "I know that we've already faced worse odds together, but this time feels different, you know? Like, if anything happened to either one of us, it would rip the other's heart apart."

I force a little smile. "Good thing you don't have a heart then, or I'd be worried"

He snorts softly, smiling back at me. "Oh, the ever-present stereotype of heartless vampires. But fear not, my dear, I still have plenty of heart left - just not the beating kind you may be envisioning." A small laugh escapes my lips at his words, breaking the tension between us.

After a beat, he looks at me and reaches my hand across the blanklet we are sitting in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And you, my dear, are you scared?"

I hold his gaze, feeling a shiver run down my spine at the intensity. "Of course I am," I reply softly. "But I have faith in us, Astarion. We've faced so much together and we always come out stronger."

He nods "You're right," he says, a hint of pride in his voice. "We make a good team." he makes a little pause, and adds "Mainly thanks to me, of course. My lethal blattle skills are the only reason you weirdos are still breathing."

Astarion's usual smugness returns as he breaks the intense moment between us. I roll my eyes, knowing that deep down he's just masking his own fears with his bravado. But I also know that his skills in battle are not to be underestimated. He has saved our group from countless threats with his agility and cunning tactics.

"Let's just hope our luck holds out," I reply, trying to convince myself more than him.

"Oh come on, have a little faith in me," Astarion teases, nudging me playfully. "I may be a vampire but I'm not invincible. I need all the help I can get."

I chuckle, squeezing his hand. As we continue to bask in the moonlit serenity, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves above us, carrying with it the distant sounds of the city. From the rooftop of this abandoned building we are alble to look at the whole city, the small lights flickering in the night. I look at him, and find him staring at the view lost in his own thoughts. I fight the urge to scream how utterly frightened I am of losing him, of losing all our friends. Of not being able to save the people of Baldur's Gate. That everything we did, every death, was for nothing.

When his gaze returns to me, I can sense he sees past my facade, his eyes full of understanding and acceptance. "It's funny you are scared right now," he muses, his gaze searching mine, "there are so many things that you fearlessly face every day. Battling against a horde of mind flayers? Easy. Blowing up a whole building full of firework? A piece of cake. But sleeping among a throng of grunting and snoring druids? That's enough to make you quiver with dread." I laugh, thinking back to the time when I almost had a heart attack when I heard Halsin's snores, thinking there was a boar in the camp.

With a small smile, he pulls me to him, and lets his lips brush against my forehead in a tender gesture. The warmth of his touch soothes away some of my anxiety. I look up at Astarion, and the emotions I've been holding back start surging through me. "I can't bear to lose you," I say, barely above a tremble. He deserves happiness after all he's been through, and I just wish I could give it to him.

"It's funny you should say that... Because I'd say the exact same thing about you." His hand wraps around mine, his other hand moving up to gently cup my face. "I've tried for 200 years to find a purpose, a reason to keep going, and it was only when I met you that this aimless meandering had a goal. I've loved others, and I've been loved before, but never like this. Never with someone like you."

A surge of warmth fills my chest as I listen to his words, and I can't help but lean into his touch. Astarion's eyes are soft and full of sincerity, a side of him that he rarely shows. But in this moment, with the weight of the world on our shoulders, he is opening up to me.

"I've never felt like I belonged anywhere before," he continues, running his thumb along my cheekbone. "But with you and the others...I finally feel like I have a home."

In that moment, my vulnerability and affection shines through as a tear slids down my cheek. He pulls me closer, the embrace is warm and desperate, with my face pressed against his skin as if trying to take in every part of him. His scent is intoxicating - leather and smoke blending together - and I can't help but breathe it in deeply, etching it into my memory like a treasure. I tenderly press my lips to the bite mark on his neck, knowing it’s his sensitive spot. He inhales sharply, his breath hitching at the sensation of my mouth on him. I feel his hands grip onto me, needing to keep me close, and I end up nestled on top of him, our bodies fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces.

"You know... I am not ashamed to admit that I have never felt the kind of attraction I feel for you. Even those first days in the grove with you... My heart was pounding, because I thought you were so incredibly beautiful. I was so drawn to you, it was like you were made just for me and me alone." I blush slightly in response, realizing I will probably never get used to this. Never get used to him.

"I liked you since you put a dagger in my throat and I headbutted you so hard you almost passed out" I whisper in his ear, with a small smile playing on my lips.

"That was an excellent headbutt, though. I couldn't believe you were able to stand immediately after that." He shakes his head, smiling as he presses a series of kisses to my hair, my cheeks, and finally, his lips find mine.

I sigh against him, his touch so very familiar, his mouth awakening something in me from the moment it touches mine. As our kiss deepens, I feel my body melting into his, my arms wrapping around his neck as his hands roam over my back and waist. The heat between us is intoxicating, and I can't get enough of him. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as our tongues dance together in a passionate rhythm. His hands gently trail up my sides, fingertips caressing my body softly through my clothes, while his tongue dancing with mine in a rhythm that I have become all too privy to.

Desire sweeps over me like a wave crashing against the shore, my senses heightened to the point of almost overwhelming. I force myself to pull away for just a few seconds, needing to catch my breath and take in the sight before me. His once bright, piercing eyes have now transformed into pools of darkness, consumed by an insatiable hunger. I look at his lips, parted and glistening, showing those fangs I have grown to love so much.

"My love," I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation. "Would you like to feed on me?" It's a question I have asked countless times before, but each time feels like the first, igniting a fire within me that can only be quenched by his bite.

There's a flicker of surprise, and then satisfaction, on his face as I ask him. His eyes flicker downward, his gaze wandering down my neck, tracing every vein he'll find there. His nose flares, breath growing heavy and my body thrums with anticipation and excitement. When he looks back at me, the hunger in his eyes grows, and with a small chuckle, he lets out a slow breath.

"My dear... You know I could never say no to such delicious meal."

My breath hitches, as his hands confidently and carefully press me onto my back, his fingers gently removing the collar of my shirt to reveal my neck. I take a deep breath, bracing myself for what's to come. He brushes away a strand of hair that has fallen across my face, just like he did the first time he fed on me all those months ago. His strong hands hold me steady as he leans in, and the warmth of his breath washes over me. I have to fight the urge to squirm as his lips press against my skin, trailing down to my collarbone where his teeth break through the surface. A sharp sting pierced my skin, and I can’t help but let out a moan. I can feel his tongue swirling around the wound as he feeds, his breathing becoming more labored with each passing second. My heartbeat races with excitement as Astarion's teeth sank deeper into my neck, drawing out more blood. He growls softly, his grip on me tightening as he feeds greedily. The world around me begins to fade as the vampire venom courses through my veins, clouding my mind and heightening my senses. He bit again, this time just below the first wound, and I could feel myself growing weaker yet more alive at the same time. The lack of blood starts to get to my mind, making me lightheaded. It was both terrifying and arousing, knowing that I was being drained of life while also experiencing a rush of pleasure unlike anything else.

He keeps the bite going for just a little bit longer, before eventually pulling away.

"Mmmm. I always worry that I'll drink too much from you, but you always seem to make it through just fine?" he says, his voice rough with desire.

I laugh groggily "I think I enjoy myself a little too much when you drink from me".

Astarion chuckles softly, a hand stroking my neck affectionately.

"As much as I hate to admit it, you're quite delicious. There's something about your flavor that keeps me coming back for more." he purred, flashing a sly grin. "Just like how you can't resist my charms. Always coming back like a pretty little pup."

I roll my eyes playfully at his cocky remark but can't help the small smile that tugs at my lips. My thoughts are interrupted as Astarion shifts closer again. His body presses against mine and I can feel his breath on my face as he leans in. Our eyes lock for a brief moment before our lips meet in a passionate kiss.

He tastes like blood and something else entirely that is uniquely Astarion. It's an intoxicating combination that leaves my head dizzy with desire, making me want more.

I reach to the back of his head and curl my fingers in his soft strands of white hair, giving it a sharp tug. He groans, and I deepen the kiss, electricity cursing through me as I grab at every piece of him that I can. Every kiss grows longer and deeper, and I cling to him like I will drown without him, wanting nothing more than to spend what's left of tonight buried in his touch. His breathing grows heavier, but his grip on me is firm, steady. His hands wander over my body, one trailing down my waist and the other moving upwards slowly, to slide beneath my shirt.

"Mmm - my my, look at you." His whisper is filled with a teasing affection. "It seems like the venom has already put you in a mood." My breath catches and I lock my legs together. His grin grows wider as he watches my eager reaction. His hands keep caressing my body softly, and his voice is lower than usual, his words almost a growl. "Feeling a bit overwhelmed already, are we?"

I can only nod frantically as he leans in for another kiss. Our bodies move together in a rhythm that feels familiar yet new every time we're together like this. I moan in response, my head swimming with the taste of him, the feeling of him everywhere, and his smell, gods, that smell. He separates for a second, removing both my shirt and pants in a swift move, and leaving me exposed in nothing but my underwear. Every nerve ending in my body hums with anticipation as I await bare before him.

The way he looks at me, the way his eyes wander over my every curve, is intoxicating - and not just because of the venom. He traces his hand over my skin, his fingers slowly caressing every inch. His fingertips gently graze over my chest, brushing against the fabric of my underwear, and then his hand slips underneath the bra. I squirm beneath his touch, my breath catching, my excitement clearly showing as I arch my back. "Y-you are still fully dressed" I say, as I reach for his shirt. But before I can even lift the fabric, he grips my wrist firmly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh no, my dear, you see... I have a different plan."

With a sudden movement, he presses his lips to the still sensitive skin under my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His tongue flicks at the punctures, his teeth gently nipping at it, until I can’t focus on anything else but the sensation of his touch. The weight of his hands on me was almost suffocating, but at the same time, it only adds to the pleasure coursing through my body. Overwhelmed with pain and pleasure, I let out a moan, louder this time, thanking the gods for being in a secluded area far away from the rest of our companions.

"I-I need to see you". I gasp, my thoughts scattered and my body yearning for him.

"Need?" Astarion leans in again, his voice dripping with honey. "Oh I know how much you need me." A mischievous glint dances in his eyes as he continues, "But don't forget about want and desire - I promise I can fulfill all of your cravings." His grin widens, as if he's sharing a delightful secret.

His hand tightens slightly, and his grin only widens. "Now, would you like to try asking me again, but with more pleading?"

"Please" I whisper, my voice barely audible even in the quiet of our secluded spot. Astarion's smirk widens even more, and he leans in close until our noses are almost touching.

"Please what?" he taunts, his hot breath tickling my skin.

My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realize that he wants me to say it out loud. To admit how much I crave him, how much I need him. But then again, isn't that exactly what I want? To let go of all inhibitions and give myself completely to him?

"Please...I need you," I murmur, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal wash over me.

Astarion's smile turns into a satisfied grin as he loosens his grip on my wrist and leans back slightly. "Good girl. That's perfect." he purrs, before he pushes back, slowly stripping the rest of his clothes off, till he's just as exposed as I am right now. "Do you have any idea just how exhilarated I am right now?" His words are playful, his eyes twinkling as he leans forward. "All of this, this energy that's in my blood... and it's all your fault." He leans in again over my body, his breath fanning my lips "What are you going to do about it, my dear?"

I can’t help but feel a thrill run down my spine at the thought of being able to turn the tables on him for once. I reach out and grab onto his shoulders, pulling him closer until our lips were inches away from each other.

"I'll show you," I whisper.

"I bet you will…” Astarion leans in, his breath hot and sharp as he inches even closer. Then he pulls back, a devilish grin on his lips. It's clear he's enjoying this.

With a quick, fluid motion, I thrust my hands against his chest and roll on top of him. Despite the chaos and danger of our quests, I can't help but feel grateful for the physical strength and endurance it has given me in moments like these.

I take the moment to admire the beautiful lines of his body, the way his pale and smooth skin seems to shine under the moonlight, the curves and planes of his stomach and chest. My eyes linger on the stretch just below his navel and traveling south. My mouth waters at the sight of him, never used to his beauty doesn't matter how many times I see him like this. His muscles flex and tense under my gaze, and he watches me, his breath growing as ragged as mine is. He smiles widely, enjoying my staring at him so intensely.

"Enjoying the view?" He smirks at my admiration. "Is that all I am to you? A beautiful body?"

My own lips turn up in a sly smile as I tease him. "Well, let's just say you're not bad, but have you seen Gale without his shirt on? Now that is some tough competition."

I was expecting to see a jealous reaction, but instead he bursts out laughing. "You are a menace! I am a gorgeous, beautiful creature. Gale is... not unattractive, I suppose. But he also looks like someone glued bird wings to his hair and called it a day." He reaches out with a hand to gently trace his fingers down the lines of my stomach. "Mhmm..." I release a content sigh and take my hands to his chest and shoulders, caressing the smooth expanse of skin there. "Although I admit, I am way more curious about Wyll" I say, and then turning my voice into a whisper I add "You can grab his horns if you get really into it"

He laughs again, his mouth curling into a mocking smile. "Oh, you're curious about him, are you?" He shifts below me, his hips pressing against mine."Well, I should warn you - his horns aren't the only sharp part of him. He has a very sensitive spot, and he might just stab you if you try..."

I laugh lightly "You stab me everyday with those fangs of yours, so I think I'm used to it"

His voice growls low and deep, sending shivers down my spine. "Is that so?" he asks, the words dripping with a mixture of amusement and challenge.

My own breath catches as I feel his hips rise to meet mine again, the fabric of our underwear the only barrier between us. The sensation of his erection pressing against me in just the right spot sends a jolt of electricity through my body. "Maybe you should go to him instead, then" he taunts with a smirk, a knowing glint in his eyes. "But, then again, what would he say if he saw you like this?" His words are punctuated by another forceful thrust and I can't help but release a small moan in response. "Wrecked and bruised. Marked by me"

An uncontrollable moan escapes my lips as I start rocking my hips back and forth, the friction sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I find purchase on his chest and scratch the skin there, hard enough to leave a mark.

"And you would like that, wouldn’t you?" His breath catches as my movements become faster, more aggressive. He knows what he's doing, and he enjoys seeing how it affects you. "Would you like for him to see you like that, with my marks on you? Knowing what we did? Would you want him to know that I had you first?"

"Yes, I would love for him to know that," I confess out of breath, as I struggle against the intense urges that fill me.

He lets out a low, guttural groan and appears to be finished with our playful game. He swiftly maneuvers my body back beneath his own.

With a quick and eager movement, I discard my now ruined underwear and he follows suit, shedding his own. My legs curve around his waist, drawing him closer to me as I feel the heat emanating from his body. As my hands roam over his back, I can't help but trace the raised lines of scar tissue, a reminder of battles fought and won. My heart swells with love for this man, and I plant gentle kisses along his shoulder, speckled with tiny freckles that resemble a dazzling constellation. Gods he is so breathtakengly beautiful. "None of our companions would make me half as happy as you do" I murmur against his pointed ear. His body tenses, and I can feel the emotions warring within him. "I know," he replies softly, turning to capture my lips in a deep kiss.

His hand squeezes down against my thigh, his fingers slowly working their way up my leg. His eyes find mine again, a flicker of recognition in them. And then he thrusts in deep, our hips colliding in loud smacking sound. My hips buck forward to meet his, the friction making me a wreck.

"Astarion," I whisper, arching my back and wrapping my arms around him. He groans and leans down to catch my lips in a searing kiss, and we both find ourselves struggling for air. My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in slightly as my body responds to the intensity of the moment. I am panting as his thrusts start becoming harder and harder each second. Pleasure ripples through me, every touch turning me on fire. I glance up at him, and find his eyes tightly shut in concentration. "Please look at me," I whisper, my voice trembling with desire.

His eyes fly open at my plea, and I can see the raw pleasure mirrored in their depths. The way my body moves against his elicits soft moans from him, his gaze dropping down to take in the way our bodies fit together perfectly, the spot where our bodies connect. When he lifts his eyes back on me, is with a look of adorarion. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he leans in, pressing his nose against mine in an intimate gesture.

"I love when you beg for me, darling" he whispers, as his hips begin moving even harder, his thrusts quicker, rougher, and his body is so close now that it's almost like we are merging into one being.

Astarion's words send a shiver down my spine, and I cling onto him tighter as he continues to move inside me. Each thrust sends shocks of pleasure through my body, igniting every nerve ending and driving me closer to the edge.

"Please," I moan, my voice barely above a whisper as I tilt my hips up to meet his. He brings his fingers down to the place where we are connected, and touches my nub with vigor. I cry out at the feeling, my nails now fully scratching his back. His free fingers dig into the skin of my hips as his pace quickens, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. My teeth find their way to his neck, and I bite down with wild possessiveness. My brain buzzes with pleasure, and I can’t control the sensations coursing through me. The orgasm hits me like a bolt of lightning, causing me to open my mouth in a silent scream and cling onto him with my locked legs. My whole body tenses, as the ecstasy doesn’t seem to end.

His fingers dig into my scalp, his breath is fast and shallow and his eyes are locked on my face. I feel his body tense, the pleasure of my orgasm driving him right to the edge - but he doesn't let go, not yet. I feel him start to lose control of his thrusts, and after a few hard pumps his body seizes and with a rough groan. With a final gasp, he collapses on top of me, holding me close as we both catch our breath. We caress each other’s bodies, helping to ground ourselves again.

When he opens his eyes, they sparkle with satisfaction and amusement. It’s such a familiar gesture that I get suddenly overwhelmed with my love for the man before me, and can’t help but reach for him as I start to cry heavily over his shoulder. Astarion's strong arms wrap around me, holding me close as I cry against his chest. He strokes my hair gently, whispering soothing words as he lets me release all of my emotions. Tears and snot mix together as I sob, my body shaking with the weight of everything that has happened.

After what feels like an eternity, my cries turn to sniffles and then eventually stop altogether. Astarion pulls back slightly, cupping my face in his hands and using his thumbs to wipe away the remaining tears on my cheeks.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, searching my eyes for any signs of distress.

I nod, giving him a watery smile."It's just..." I gasp "I love you so much" I finally manage to say, my voice cracking with emotion. "I wish we didn't have to go tomorrow. I wish you could stay safe at camp"

At my words, a soft smile plasters on his face, and he pulls me closer, one arm wrapped around me in a protective embrace while the other hand gently strokes up and down my back.

"Oh my dear," he whispers softly. "Don't be sad. This was the only decision we could make, the only right choice for us." words dripping with love and reassurance."You taught me about making the right choices, remember?" He playfully smirks, his fingers brushing away some stray tears from my cheeks. After a few seconds, he adds "I promise you, we will come back from this all in one piece. We always do."

I nod "I know. I just wish we didn't have to be the heroes for once"

"I know, my dear," Astarion says with a sad smile. He kisses my forehead and I rest my head on his chest, his breathing calming me down little by little. He lazily draws figures on my back, as I do over his pec, laying in comfortable silence. The quiet is soothing to us both, after the intense moment we just shared. I can't help but notice that he's tracing a little circle on my back, the pattern of one of his many scars. This makes me smile to myself somehow, like I'm feeling even closer to him, if that's possible.

After a few seconds of silence, he looks down at me and his fingers fall still. "I love you, you know." he says "More than anything or anyone."

"Even more than your hair?" I ask teasingly, as I caress his face with my finger.

He feigns shock and puts a hand to his chest. "Don't be foolish now. Have you seen my locks? No one could possibly love anything more than my magnificent white curls."

His words are playful, but his expression grows serious "You are the most valuable thing in my life. The only one who's ever truly seen me, as I really am. The only one in the whole world who I don't have to hide a single piece of myself from." He tenderly presses his lips against the tip of my finger, sending a wave of fluttering butterflies throughout my stomach. His love for me is palpable and it fills me with warmth and joy.

He leans in and kisses me gently, his lips soft against mine as he pours all of his love into it. My heart swells with emotion as our lips move together in perfect harmony. In this moment, it feels like nothing else matters except for us and our love.

When we finally pull away, we both let out a content sigh and rest our foreheads against each other's. We fall asleep like that, our bodies intertwined in a mess of limbs as if we are one.

The warm rays of sunlight gently wake me up, and I find myself still wrapped in Astarion's embrace. His arms are tightly around me as if he's afraid to let go, and I can't help but smile at the sight.

I take a few moments to admire his sleeping figure. He has his eyes closed, with thick lashes falling over his cheeks. His hair falls lightly over his forehead, and I resist the urge to tuck it behind his ear.

I trace my fingers over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of it with each breath. In this peaceful moment, I am filled with gratitude for having him in my life. He has been my anchor through so much chaos and danger. Something inside me melts at the softness of his sleep, and in that moment, I can't help but wonder what things would be like if he were to stay with you like this - if I could have him, completely, without any worry about the world ending tomorrow. And you will I tell myself when you defeat that damned brain.

A soft snore escapes Astarion's lips and I chuckle softly. He stirs slightly, nuzzling closer to me as if sensing my presence. "Good morning," he mumbles against my neck, his voice husky from sleep.

"Good morning," I reply with a smile.

"Hmm. You're a cruel one, to wake me up when sleep is so nice. But I suppose I can allow that because you are cute."

"I couldn't stand your snoring any longer. I wonder how someone so beautiful can produce such horrible sound" I reply, trying to hide my amusement.

"Oh? I always thought my snores were just endearing! It's your fault, for being so sensitive that you can't just learn to live with them. Maybe I should just snore louder to drown out your complaining instead." I pretend to look wounded, but end up laughing uncontrollably. "You are the worst" I say, leaning against his chest.

"I'll admit, my talent for irritating you is very much a learned skill." He chuckles, then looks down at me as his arms slip on to my waist. "Besides," he adds with a grin, "I was only half joking with that last bit. I'll be sure to snore in your ear a little harder tonight. Just to make sure you get properly annoyed, hm?"

I playfully hit him in the chest, and then I grimly realize the sun is almost up, which means we have to leave. I sadly sigh as I untangle myself from his warm embrace and get up.

"We should probably get going," I say, trying to hide my own reluctance.

We quietly collect our clothes and dress ourselves, deep in thought at what awaits us. Silence fills the air between us two, as both of us take in the morning air. I feel the tension of the upcoming battle, and the dread is a weight upon us that makes it almost difficult to breathe. Our understanding is palpable through just a fleeting gaze and a silent nod. His warm hand reaches for mine, the gentle intertwining of our fingers conveying more than words ever could.

And at that moment, I can only hope that the next time my eyes open, he'll still be by my side. Hand in hand, we finally face the coming storm, the echo of shared whispers lingering in the air, a testament to the fragile beauty found in the darkest hours.

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tapwater118 · 5 days ago

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bfdia 17 and tpot 15 spoilers

bfdia 17

needle’s votes were counted separately, which means pencil is out, which is sad but also funny because now she gets to host with the rest of the wtfers. oh yeah they get to host now! i love that, also balloony just warpdriving out killed me. loved the mini freesmart reunion

fries actually taking the immunity was also a welcome surprise, we didnt really need pin to get tortured more this late in the season. i also guess at this point there isnt really gonna be a merge so much as a bunch of singleton teams, buts thats fine imo. coinpin :)

loved all the little cameos in the mall, very fun. also leafy! didnt really have too much screen time but oughhh they were teasing her for so long i almost lost hope. so very close to the first ever bookleaf interaction

the main event of course is tennis ball and nickel’s excellent adventure. if i had a nickel for every time a random donut line from bfb was justified by bfdia i would have two nickels: past nickel and future nickel. its nickel’s fault gaty got eliminated btw he lured that bug up there. he also caused all of tpot 15 by kicking the yoylite into the future so THANKS BUDDY

overall very funny episode! as much as i hate to say it i think needle is going to go here, she was very close to elimination last time and she also didn’t really have much to do this time. nickel is also a solid possibility due to him destabilizing the fabric of spacetime, which sources tell me is not a very “cash money” thing to do

anyway time for The Horrors

tpot 15

nickel i am going to throttle you

i predicted basketball was gonna be out but it doesnt mean im happy about it. also tree staying in over robot flower was a shock, i thought people really liked her?? poor thang her self esteem is in the toilet now. at least they got to fly away on a dragon to get lesbian married together

i love love love how theyre using the rejects more its wonderful (the pda short was definitely a test to see if people would like the rejects as characters im sure of it). itrd trying to replace firey to make himself relevant inadvertently made relevant from people editing him over firey i love it

ive seen people say they dont like the time travel but me? im eating this up its so good, wonderfully silly depiction of the butterfly effect, its perfect for bfdi. the host continuously being changed was a wonderful bit, and host with a screen! there were so many callbacks for the bfdi geeks in the crowd (me), i hope they do more with the tfi style it is so nice to watch

PENCIL CRASH OUT ARC TO RING IN THE NEW YEAR HALLELUJAH thank you one for getting her on the show. actually this crash out and the resulting timeline devastation is the exact reason one rigged pencil to get it. poor pencil man she needs friends

the finale of the episode with everyone huddling together as reality falls apart honestly got to me. icy running over to me with book is everything to me. her last moments and she chooses to spend them with book sndbejuxhsbansn

ok uh elimination predictions probably tree from dpya but maybe marker?? idk maybe his fans wont like him green. from team two i would like it to be grassy but i know hes gonna get the most votes again somehow. sorry taggy it might be your time to go

idk how to end this

#yap fest #bfdi #bfdia 17 spoilers #bfdia 17 #tpot 15 #tpot 15 spoilers #tpot #bfdia

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 1 year ago

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anon asked:

Hi! It says on your description thing that your requests are open? ( I’m sorry for this if they’re closed :’) )

I read your request rules and it said you take poly kiribaku and I was wondering if you could write a scenario of kiribaku with a fashion designer reader? reader makes them suits and an outfit for themselves from scratch for an event? Just kinda funny fluffy stuff with reader slowly getting more annoyed at them not cooperating ( mainly Bakugou cause he’s Bakugou lol ) but still managing to finish and make them cool suits and an outfit for themselves too :)

I’ve had this lil idea in my head for months now and I love your writing, so if you think you could do something with this I’d be very happy :)) ( sorry for the long request, if you don’t want to write this I wouldn’t mind, also sorry again if your requests are closed :’) )

thank you! :))

a/n: so sorry its a bit short anon, but i did what i could!

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your office was currently a mess. an organized mess but a mess nonetheless and katsuki made sure you knew that by his sneering. it wasn't unusual for either of your boyfriends' to stop by your workplace for various reasons. forgot your lunch, bringing you papers you needed, maybe repairs to their hero suits since your stitching 'holds up better than others'. still, this time you were the one to strong-arm them into both coming by. or rather, strong-arm katsuki, since eijirou had no issues in popping by when you called.

your work office was filled with used and unused mannequins, your main desk, a separate desk littered with fabric scraps, your sewing machines, and straight pens left, right, and center. there was also a quiant little loveseat with two comfortable cushions you have for visiting clients.

that very loveseat is where both your boyfriends' currently parked their asses. you standing in front of them with your hands on your hips and a tape measure gripped in your palm.

"i dont see why we need all new shit," katsuki groans, his arms on the back of the loveseat, looking away from your unimpressed scowl. eijiou curls his lips in to try- and fail- to conceal the amused look on his face.

you had called them both here because of the next hero gala. the dates were finally sent out to those permitted to attend, and both of their names were on the roster. of course, they would be going- mostly because katsuki's pr team begged him to- and since they got to bring plus ones along, you would also be with them.

the two of them have always been wearing store bought formal wear or renting suits, but this was literally your area of expertise! you would get measurements from the two of them if it was the last thing youd do before making them outfits they can freely keep for such occasions.

eijirou had no qualms about the whole process. in fact, his measurements went smoothly aside from him flexing his arms when you were trying to get their circumference.

"yes, you're very muscular babe, now relax your arm or so help me," was what he got in return to his playful tomfoolery. checking off his waist and hips was also filled with banter since at least three times he had hugged you and kept joking about how he wasn't just going to not when you were right in front of him. that would be far too many wasted opportunities.

katsuki had been scrolling on his phone the whole time eijirou was prolonging his process by playing harmless pranks and showering you in goofy affection as he does. you almost wished you had measured him last to get the stubborn fool that is katsuki over with first though.

now, here you stand, impatiently waiting for him to get his ass up and get started.

"katsuki," you warn, his head tipping back in a groan. "i've got all day," you tell him as if you weren't bothered in the slightest. you were though, and annoyed to boot. while you did in fact have time, that doesn't mean you want it to be wasted in a battle of wits.

"what's the damn point of taking measurements? we've got plenty of shit at home to wear."

"no, you don't. I do, but you guys have nothing properly formal enough for a gala, and im sick of renting suits when i can just make something and save some money in the process. do you know how expensive it is to rent a suit? no, because you're loaded, so up."

"i did enough of this kinda shit growin' up, i aint dealing with it when im not even livin' with my folks anymore."

you roll your tongue across your teeth, squeezing the space between your eyes with your fingers and holding yourself back.

"come on, kats, don't be such a fun sponge," eijirou tries to help. knocking him lightly in the side with his elbow, katsuki just huffs and looks at the nearest clock as if gauging when your workday was supposed to end and how long he can keep this up.

"fine," you heave, tossing your measuring tape at his chest before it flops onto his legs. "have it your way."

"that's what I tho-"

"I'll just call mitsuki and she can give me your measurements." there was a slight pause after your claim settles into the air you three occupy.

"what?" he almost sounded like he didn't believe you. but oh how serious you are.

"go on, shoo." you walk back towards your main desk with your computer and grab your purse where you start digging around for your phone. "i have a phone call to make, so go somewhere else if you're not going to be useful. oh, eijirou you can stay though if you want."

"hey!" katsuki, pulling his arms off the back of the couch, both offended that he was being kicked out while his boyfriend got to stay and miffed because- were seriously going to call his mom? over his measurements? god, who knows what else could come out of that hag's mouth if you call her asking for that. the last thing he needed was you and his mother commenting on how small his waist was or worse.

you plant yourself in your desk chair and pull over a notepad and pen to write down the oncoming numbers you would be getting one way or the other. katsuki springs from the loveseat when he sees the phone line start dialing from across the room against your cheek.

the phone rings twice and you're ready to apologize for calling in the middle of the work day when she picks up, but before you could your phone was ripped from your hand and away from your cheek.

"wha- katsuki!" you utter in disbelief.

"ignore this," he huffs before hanging up the call and tossing your tape measure into your face.

"take your stupid ass measurements, but you don't get this back for a while." the blond tosses your phone over to kirishima who had been gleefully watching the free entertainment. the red head catches it easily and safely tucks it into his pocket.

"traitor," you send his way across the room and he just shrugs.

"sorry, boyfriend's orders."

"that's right," katsuki backs him up with his arms crossed and you return the sentiment by jabbing him in the side with the back of your pen. "now hurry up, this offer expires soon."

"i hate you," you groan as you get up and untangle your measuring tape to start the process of finally getting what you needed.

"no you don't."

"i wish i did."

"liar."

"shut up, im concentrating."

he hates to admit it, but the group of coordinating matching outfits you three all wear to the gala weeks later was totally worth pushing your buttons for. plus, it was cute to rile you up sometimes.

(mitsuki did call his cell later that day to explain why it's incredibly rude to hang up on his mother. he hung up on her again.)

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juyeonszn · 1 year ago

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I WANNA SHOW YOU OFF

PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.65k

GENRES smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, idol!juhak and non-idol!reader, stupid man not getting the hint, jealous juhak 🤭, DOM JUHAK !!!! this deserves its own warning phew, marking, no foreplay bc we ball like steph curry, little bit of exhibitionism but also not really, unprotected sex, sex against a wall?? standing upright?? what is that position called, creampie lol

SUMMARY you hated when men flirted with you, but god if it didn’t result in such a thrilling experience.

MORE im actually yelling like no way i’ve done 9 of these…. each time a fawntober fic goes up i rattle my brain around in my head to make sure it’s not empty 😭 ANYWAYS!!! if u enjoyed, please reblog <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

You couldn’t wait to get out of here.

Your feet were starting to ache from the uncomfortable heels you were wearing. Your faux smile could only handle staying on your face for so long. Your head was throbbing from all of the superficial conversations. You were just about ready to crash.

That was the thing about being the girlfriend of a successful idol, you had to accompany him to these company parties despite everyone being so fake. The only genuine people were the idols themselves. All of the higher ups and staff members were just too vain and shallow minded, you could hardly talk to them without feeling like you’d lost multiple brain cells.

To be fair, you weren’t required to attend these. Haknyeon technically wasn’t even supposed to have a girlfriend, for the sake of maintaining his image for the fans. But everyone at his company knew of your existence and he liked having the excuse to parade you around like a little trophy.

His group members often teased him for being the first to get into a relationship. The two of you had been friends way before he even began idol training and preparing to debut. During that time, you’d lost touch, thanks to his rigorous training process and dedication to his craft. But a couple years into the limelight and you found your way back to each other. Fate was a funny concept.

You were currently standing at a high-top table, mindlessly chatting with some guy from the PR department. Haknyeon had disappeared to grab you some drinks to kill time before you could finally leave. Sunwoo stayed back to keep you occupied while he was gone, but at some point, you heard Eric calling for him and he, too, had wandered off. You kind of wished you went with him, now stuck with this random man you didn’t know.

“You’re really pretty, Y/N,” the guy says, smiling at you. “Haknyeon is very lucky.”

You laugh awkwardly, thanking him for the compliment. He kept inching closer to you, making it palpable that he was flirting in spite of his awareness towards your relationship. The dude clearly couldn’t take a hint, oblivious to your uncomfortability. You didn’t want to be rude, though. These were the people who worked with your boyfriend on a near daily basis.

Where the hell was Haknyeon?

“Does he treat you well?” He asks, clearly steering the conversation in a specific direction. You know what he’s aiming at, but you pretend to be ignorant to his attempts.

“He’s an exceptional boyfriend, actually. He treats me like a princess.” You state, eyes darting around the large event hall in search of said boyfriend. If he didn’t come to your rescue soon, you feared you’d say something worthy of putting his career on the line.

“If that’s truly the case, why is he nowhere to be found? How could such a good partner leave his girlfriend all alone like this?” The gaslighting is hilarious. The fact that this guy genuinely felt he was so much better than Haknyeon, that he was much more attractive, was laughable. He sincerely thought he was powerful enough to come between your secure, loving relationship.

“Here you go, baby,” a drink is placed in front of you, a kiss left on your temple. “What are you and Seojun talking about?”

Haknyeon’s arm wraps snugly around your waist. To anyone else, he’d look normal. He was remaining neutral, lips pulled into a thin line but curved at the ends so it appeared that he was being nice. But you knew otherwise. You knew this calm was just a facade to hide how pissed off he really was. His jealousy wasn’t because he didn’t trust you. His jealousy was because he didn’t trust others.

Namely Jung Seojun, the PR department’s resident fuckboy.

You glance up at your boyfriend, surprised there wasn’t any drool rolling down your chin. You couldn’t help but be drawn into the darkness of his eyes and his clenched jaw. The best part of this was what lies ahead of you once you get home. Maybe this night wasn’t a total bust.

“Oh. Um. Just, you know, the usual pleasantries…” This dude was a shitty liar. He was fortunate that he hadn’t actually made a move on you, lest he wanted to keep his job. Ju Haknyeon didn’t play around when it came to you, the love of his life.

Thankfully, you don’t stay at the party much longer. He tried to keep his cool until it was deemed acceptable to make his exit, but at a certain point, he just couldn’t anymore. The drive home wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was a thick tension filling the atmosphere. If it weren’t for the driver in the same car, you’re sure his hands would’ve been all over you.

So, the moment you step through the threshold of the dorms, door barely locked, Haknyeon’s pinning you to the surface. His lips are searing on your own, rough but soft all at once. His fingers don’t know where they want to rest, first tangled in your hair and then digging into your hips only a second later. Your head is dizzy, spinning around a mantra of his name and nothing else.

He bunches up the fabric of your dress, pulling back slightly to catch his breath. “Who the hell did he think he was? Talking to my pretty girl like he was deserving of her presence?”

“Hak…” You sigh, his mouth trailing down the side of your neck. He nips and sucks at the base, and then again where it meets your jaw. You hated when men flirted with you, but God if it didn’t result in such a thrilling experience. Your regularly sweet, gentle boyfriend becoming someone nearly unrecognizable drove you crazy.

“Hmm?” His hands hook under your thighs, picking you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You can feel him this way, already so hard and ready for you. You don’t think you can handle waiting for all the foreplay, your entire body tingling with want and desire.

“Need you to fuck me,” you whine, head lolling to the side when he sucks at that particularly sensitive area on your throat. “Want you so bad…”

“Yeah, princess? Gonna fuck you so good that you’ll be ruined for anyone else. No one can give it to you like I do.” He chuckles into your skin, pushing your dress up further and kissing your shoulders after the straps have slid off. Ju Haknyeon might actually be the death of you.

That was your favorite thing about sex with him. He was so uncharacteristically cocky, so uncharacteristically aggressive in the way he manhandled you. You moan when he shoves aside your underwear, undoing his slacks enough to slip his cock free. He presses into you slowly, forehead falling to your shoulder with a groan.

One of his hands comes up to fist at your hair, yanking back so he can bite at your jugular and exposed chest some more. He thrusts up into your cunt with what feels like ease in spite of your walls squeezing him. His hips snap up and meet your ass with every kiss of his cock to that spongy spot deep inside of your pussy. Everything is moving too fast, but not fast enough at the same time.

“W-What if someone comes home?” You gasp, fingers getting lost in the hair at the nape of his neck. As much as you were enjoying this, you don’t know what you’d do if one of his members walked in on you. For sure, you’d be mortified, unable to show your face around the dorm ever again.

“Who cares? Let them see how well you’re taking it,” he mutters, sucking in your supple skin and ensuring bruises are left in his wake. “I should let everyone witness how good I fuck you, right baby? Marking you all up so the world knows your mine.”

A loud moan rips from your vocal cords, his cock so deep inside of you that you’re starting to see stars. Haknyeon grins against your sternum knowing that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. You wanted him to stake his claim on your body, wanted anyone who could see to know that you were his. Even the way he fucked into you had that same purpose, like his dick was meant to be there. It was almost as if your cunt was acclimating to the shape of it.

“Fuck, feels so so good, Hak…” You whine, lower half squirming when that knot in your stomach is about to unravel. Your toes curl and your back arches off of the door, legs spreading wider in an attempt to suck him in further. “I’m gonna— oh god— I’m—”

You don’t even finish your sentence, your orgasm washing over you without a moment’s notice. The feeling of your cunt fluttering around his cock has Haknyeon groaning, twitching and spilling into you seconds later. He fucks his own release back inside of you, teeth sinking into your collarbone to steel himself.

The two of you stay like that for a minute, catching your breaths in spite of his cum beginning to leak out of you. He kisses the crown of your sweaty forehead. “You did so well, princess.”

Just like earlier, you’re interrupted before you can reply, the sound of keys jingling on the other side of the door. You share a look of terror, scrambling to his room so you don’t get caught. You both flop onto his bed in a fit of giggles, recalling how he’d said he didn’t care who saw you in such a compromising state.

“You’re all talk, aren’t you?” You tease.

“Oh, just you wait, baby,” he shakes his head, moving to hover over you. “I’ll make you regret that you said that.”

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🌼Daisy Boy🌼

🌼Summary: 5 times that Garreth Weasley, florist extraordinaire, wielded the power of floral arrangements, and the 1 time he received one of his own. 🌼Rating: T 🌼[read on AO3]// 4.6k words 🌼One-shot, GarrethWeasleyFest24 Event 🌼Prompt: Florist!AU and Flower Language 🌼Pairing: Garreth Weasley/Artemis Loreley 🌼Minor Pairings: Sebastian Sallow/Ominis Gaunt, Isaac Cooper/Imelda Reyes, Leander Prewett/Anne Sallow

🌼 This is my entry for @garrethweasleyfest

🌼 Out of the prompts given, I selected Florist!AU and flower language, though also made it into a Modern AU as well. There are... flowers. Lots and lots of flowers. Hope you really like flowers.

🌼 Thank you to cuffmeinblack and ellivenollivander for hosting!

🌼 Very happy to contribute, and please give love to all of the amazing creators of this event under #garrethweasleyfest and #garrethweasleyfest24!

The silver bell chimed as the large, wooden framed door to New Blooms opened one April evening. The faded, early evening light that flowed from the large storefront windows warmed the dark green interior and the light wooden floor.

“Hey Garreth.”

“Sebastian!” Garreth Weasley greeted brightly as he finished placing the carnations. “Never thought I’d see you here.”

The redhead wiped his hands lightly on his dark brown apron, making sure that neither his light blue button-up nor olive drab trousers were dirtied. He faced his fellow freckled friend, except that unlike Garreth with his wavy copper hair tied in a low, short ponytail, Sebastian Sallow had short brown hair that seemingly defied the laws of gravity.

Sebastian grinned a moment before he tousled his hair. “Right. Well, let’s say I needed a bit of uh, reinforcements.”

“Is that so,” started Garreth. “Alright. What can I get you?”

“Flowers.”

“Really now.” Garreth placed a hand on his chest. “I thought you wanted a toolbox.”

Sebastian snorted. “A bouquet. The bigger the better.”

“That a comment on something?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

Garreth laughed. “And what is it that you want to say?”

“Something along the lines of ‘I’m sorry I fucked up’.”

Garreth lifted an eyebrow; Sebastian laughed quietly.

“...how bad?”

“Pretty bad,” mumbled Sebastian. The slightly taller man tousled his hair even more.

Garreth shrugged as he gestured toward the myriads of flowers all around them.

“Alright then. What does she -”

“- he,” corrected Sebastian.

“...he?”

Garreth gasped as he whipped back around with the biggest grin.

“- no.” Sebastian cut him off before he sighed. “Not yet.”

Garreth groaned as he covered his eyes with his palm. “Well hurry up. I’d like to not be in a nursing home when it finally happens.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” deadpanned Sebastian as he pulled out his smartphone and started dialling up someone on speaker. “One thing at a time.”

“Please tell me you aren’t calling him to ask.”

“I’m not that daft. I’m calling in the cavalry.”

Garreth was about to ask who this cavalry was just as the receiver picked up.

“Sebastian? You do know what time it is, right?” The voice on the other end of the line asked, her voice huskier than usual but no less soft.

Sebastian checked his watch. “Uh, seven? Supper time?”

“It’s three in the morning.”

Garreth’s heart skipped at hearing their friend’s voice from the other end; Artemis Loreley had left England two weeks ago for a year-long research exchange program in Japan. Poor girl probably thought it was an emergency.

“Apologies, but I figured you’d be the best help, Artie.”

“You upset Ominis?”

Sebastian looked up at Garreth. “Is she psychic?”

“No, you’re just predictable,” said Artemis as Garreth shrugged. Her voice had returned to its usual tone; he could picture her shaking her head with a small smile. “Hi Garreth, I assume you’re there?”

Garreth thought Sebastian had a point - she could be psychic.

“Hey Snow,” chimed Garreth. “Do you know Ominis’ favourite flower?”

“Tulips.”

Sebastian beamed. “See I knew you’d know! Thanks Artie.”

“You’re welcome. And good luck. Just, if you send a report, I’d appreciate it if it’s in a few hours from now.”

“On it. Night Artie.”

“Good night, Snow.”

“Good night you two. Talk to you soon.”

Sebastian’s screen returned to the phone app; Artemis’ icon of her black cat sleeping in a way that questioned the presence of a spine looked back. Garreth couldn’t help but smile; at least she seemed to be doing alright.

Garreth gestured to Sebastian to stand by the wooden countertop, and he got right to work. He hummed his favourite song as his vision for Sebastian’s apology bouquet came to fruition.

“And now just this little knot here and - finished! Here you are,” announced Garreth as he propped up the bouquet in its display stand.

Sebastian hummed as he looked at the bouquet, and then snorted. “An olive branch? A bit literal, isn’t it?”

“I’m just making sure that the message comes in loud and clear,” started Garreth as he pointed to the masterpiece wrapped in gentle, clear wrapping and a blue cloth cord. “Bluebells for humility - you being humble for once. Peonies for bashfulness, well, to some degree. And of course, the literal olive branch. That hyacinth is there to ask for Ominis’ forgiveness.”

“And the tulips?” Sebastian asked as he pointed to the multiple red tulips in the bouquet. The vibrancy made them pop; it didn’t matter if Ominis was blind, it was the thought that counted.

“It means ‘believe me’.”

Garreth didn’t mention the other meaning behind it.

“Fantastic.” Sebastian beamed as he made his payment. “Thanks, Garreth.”

“Happy to help. I am, after all, florist extraordinaire.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes but kept his grin. “Alright. Wish me luck.”

That night, Garreth’s phone buzzed. A picture of Ominis with his set blond hair and in a proper dinner suit, holding the apology bouquet in his hands had been sent to the group. His unseeing marbled blue eyes were softened toward the red tulips; his fingertips seemed to gently caress the petals. A little blip of thanks, it worked wonders followed.

Garreth fell asleep with a smile just as he saw Artemis respond back with a black cat thumbs up sticker.

Garreth pulled up to a quaint little park about an hour outside of the city early July morning. The client had been rather vague about whom he was supposed to make the delivery to as he pulled up in the New Blooms delivery van. Whomever this was, he had somehow cordoned off the park from passerby for the full day.

A singular man stood at the edge of the park in a light grey trench coat, a fedora, and sunglasses. He’d just pulled down his white face mask to take a sip from a plain white coffee cup.

Garreth wondered perhaps he was meeting with the next docuseries serial killer.

“Hello, Mr…. Anderson?” He called to the man as he tentatively approached. “Garreth Weasley from New Blooms.”

The suspicious man lifted his head and had what one would call an award-winning smile. He lifted the cup in his hand in greeting.

“That’s me. Apologies for the bit of cloak and dagger,” answered the man. “Can’t risk being spotted.”

The possibility of the man being a docuseries serial killer had increased by tenfold. Even if his order was incredibly romantic.

Garreth cleared his throat with a smile; he was, after all, a florist extraordinaire. “I understand. I’d like to go over the final placements of the arch and design before we proceed.”

With another cup lift from Mr. Anderson - he really wasn’t sure if that was his real name - and one earbud in his ear, Garreth began his work. The morning dew slowly dissipated and gave way to the bright summer sun. A trickle of sweat rolled down the back of his neck as he worked to set the arch to surround a particular wooden bench in the park.

This absolutely had to be perfect.

As the songs continued to flow, Daisy Boy rolled up and he started to hum. A smile spread as Garreth remembered when it came out his first year at uni. He’d been humming the tune the first Friday afternoon in spring term and, admittedly, was not paying attention. At least, until he’d unceremoniously bumped into someone and caused them to go off kilter straight to the courtyard grass.

“I’m so sorry,” Garreth apologised as he lowered his headphones. “Are you alright?”

The svelte girl wore a simple dark green blouse and black trousers; her hair a natural snow-white in a braided crown. Her main concern seemed to be the daisies that'd been crushed under her crossbody school bag.

“I’m fine,” her soft, alto voice responded as she looked up. Her bangs naturally framed her fair face as his gaze met hers - her almond-shaped eyes were a dark, forest green and a few shades lighter than his own.

Garreth at least had the decency to offer his hand; she blinked twice and slipped her much smaller, cooler hand into his. When she stood, she came just below his chin.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, considering I’m the reason you ended up down there in the first place.”

She gently batted her right hand; she was hugging a plant biology textbook to her chest. “Daisy Boy?”

“Huh? Oh,” started Garreth as he tilted his cheek. The song was bleeding from his headphones. “Yeah. You know it?”

“I've got a set of twin friends who have it on repeat.” She chuckled lightly. “Drives Ominis absolutely off the wall. I rather enjoy it - it's a cute song.”

Garreth lifted an eyebrow with a smile. “You know Ominis? So… I’m guessing the twins are the Sallows?”

The snow-haired girl - Snow, he ordained as a moniker - blinked twice.

“Yes. Small world.”

“Agreed. Garreth Weasley, by the way.”

“Artemis Loreley.”

He looked up to the clear blue sky as the song ended; he wondered if Artemis was doing the same two continents away.

With the final rose in place and once-over done, he declared that the floral arch was completed to perfection.

“Mr. Anderson? The arch is completed,” announced Garreth as the man returned at the agreed upon time.

Mr. Anderson looked different without the long trench coat, white mask or fedora. In fact, in his pale blue suit, stylized brown hair and fashionable sunglasses, he looked rather dapper. And familiar, though Garreth couldn’t quite place him.

“Wow, this is brilliant, Mr. Weasley.” Mr. Anderson appraised the floral arch with his award-winning smile. “I’m very glad to have trusted New Blooms with this.”

108 roses of red, pink and white, all in full bloom, were strategically placed along the green archway. Sheer, glimmering cloth draped - perfect to capture the sunset rays of the planned proposal. If the man wasn’t going to ask the question outright, the 108 roses would ask for him.

With a final exchange of details and confirmation that he’d be picking up the arch later that night, Garreth left as he wished Mr. Anderson good luck. As he munched on a BLT sandwich in the next town over, his phone started to blow up. He unlocked his phone screen - daisies in a spring field - and nearly choked on his coffee as he opened the notification for the New Blooms social media account.

The football star Isaac Cooper had announced his engagement to fellow football star Imelda Reyes. There was a selfie of ‘Mr. Anderson’, the man he’d only just departed from an hour ago, next to the woman with sharp brown eyes and low dark brown ponytail in a dark green dress. The sunset shimmered amongst the draped cloth and the roses. They were focused on each other as the camera snapped; the emerald ring glittered on Imelda’s ring finger with her hand cupping Isaac’s cheek.

A single caption read: ‘Will you marry me?’ Message well received.

Rain poured against Garreth’s simple, black umbrella; the darkened skies cried as he barely held back his own tears. The lump in his throat threatened to crush his larynx - it wouldn’t, but it sure as hell gave a good go - as he stared down at the grave surrounded by flowers. With a heavy sigh, he knelt and placed his homemade bouquet to join the others. His fingertips dragged across the wet headstone; the engraved name was cold to the touch unlike the heart of the woman that was laid to rest.

His phone vibrated as Daisy Boy played; the bright tune juxtaposed the early November wind that nipped at his nose.

Garreth cleared his throat as he tapped his screen. “Hey Snow.”

“Hi Garreth,” Artemis’ voice flowed from the other end. “Just wanted to see if you were okay to talk?”

“Yeah, yeah. Um.” Garreth cleared his throat again. “Isn’t it kind of late… there?”

“A little, but there are more important things than sleep.”

“A cheeky nightcap?”

An airy laugh flowed from the other end. Garreth’s smile was drawn to the sound.

“Being there for you. Or,” Artemis huffed lightly, “well, as much as one could be, considering the distance. I’m truly sorry I couldn’t be there for the funeral.”

He couldn't hold back the sniff as he sat himself down on the wet ground, nor the way how his chest warmed, touched by her actions.

“No. No, it’s alright. I understand. It's not like we knew this'd happen, you know,” he started as he leaned slightly against the headstone. “Plus, you called right when I messaged you about it.”

“Of course I did,” said Artemis without hesitation.

His fingertips brushed the mint within his bouquet; it didn't nearly console him as the person on the other end of the line did.

“I'd like to stop by when I come back next spring. Pay my respects.”

“Yeah that'd be great. Aunt Matilda would love that. How many more months left?”

“Five.”

“Five?”

“Mhm. Time flies, doesn't it?”

He'd argue it was still too long, though he huffed a laugh instead. “Yeah, yeah it does.”

The raindrops softened their blows against his umbrella.

“Do you remember that time,” Garreth started as he thumbed between the marigold blooms and cypress leaves, “when we had that giant snowball fight back in second year?”

Artemis laughed; Garreth could hear something rustle on her end. Maybe she was getting into bed? After all, it was nearly one in the morning there.

“Yes I do. That was so much fun, even if you pelted me with a ball of ice.”

“All's fair in Winter Wonderland War luv.”

“Can’t believe - no, I take that back - I can believe Anne thought that was the best way to get Leander’s attention.”

“I mean, mission accomplished. That got her a hot cocoa date,” mused Garreth.

“I just, when you threw your snowball and it hit Professor Weasley’s face,” Artemis chuckled, “now that was a moment to remember.”

A laugh bubbled up from his chest. Aunt Matilda had stood there stiff as a board as his ‘super snowball supreme’ made contact. A pin drop could’ve been heard in the silence that followed, and that would’ve been something, considering the blanket of powdered snow. Frankly he’d thought that’d be his final day on earth. Got the wigging of a lifetime, but he didn’t miss the corner of her lip turned up like she’d been holding back a smile.

The floodgates opened and he continued to pour out stories. He repeated a few from the funeral as he shared laughs and commentary with Artemis. The chamomile blooms tickled as he gently lifted the petals; his aunt truly was loved by all who knew her. A plethora of wisdom.

“...Snow?” Garreth asked after a while, noticing that she hadn’t responded as she had been. “Snow?”

Momentary panic gripped his chest before he picked up slowed, even breathingHe dropped his gaze to his watch - seven. He tilted his umbrella as he looked up to the full moon and not a cloud in the sky. They’d been talking for nearly two hours so… it must be three in the morning there.

Garreth chuckled softly alongside her soft breathing at the other end of the line. “Sweet dreams, Snow.”

Garreth looked down from his seat on the second floor of the auditorium. The rare January morning sun seeped through the opened windows and illuminated the empty front rows for the graduate students to sit in. To his left sat his friend Natsai Onai, or Natty for short, a current criminal law graduate student in a brilliant cobalt jumpsuit. To his right was Anne Sallow - a pharmaceutical graduate student and Leander Prewett’s girlfriend. She was adorned in a deep green dress and wore the little ruby earrings that Leander had gifted her a couple years ago at her birthday party.

“At least Leander will be very easy to spot,” mused Natsai. Her golden bangles clinked as she leaned her cheek against her hand. “You did a great job with that lion, Anne.”

“Thanks Natty. Lee really wanted one but well. He’s not exactly artistic.” Anne chuckled as the bright bouquet rustled in her lap. “And thanks Garreth, for making this. I knew you’d be the best.”

Garreth beamed as he placed a hand on his chest. “Of course. I am, after all, the florist extraordinaire.”

Natsai rolled her dark brown eyes with a smile. “Sebastian not coming?”

“Psh. My brother is off on his date.”

“So he finally did something?” Garreth asked.

Anne laughed as she shook her head; her tawny brown bangs rustled. “More like Ominis did.”

“Good on him,” said Natsai.

“Thought we’d be in nursing homes before anything happened,” added Garreth.

The three of them shared a laugh as the auditorium doors closed loudly.

“Though they aren’t the only ones that are taking forever,” muttered Anne.

Garreth looked toward the freckled brunette with a tilt of his head. “What do you mean?”

Anne gave him a deadpanned look; Natsai chuckled quietly. But before he could press further, the opening speaker had unceremoniously patted the microphone and announced the graduation ceremony shall commence. The band began to play, and as the formal procession continued, Garreth spotted his best mate. The golden lion formed from the carefully placed gemstones atop Leander’s black graduation cap really did stand out from the others; one of the rare decorated ones. The half-circle auditorium filled with too long speeches from various faculty and speakers, and the steady procession of students receiving their diploma on the stage accompanied by reverberating claps. Garreth’s hands were red with how loudly he’d clapped, and the smile never died down as he watched his best mate get that hard-earned masters in business.

After the admittedly long ceremony, they’d moved to the open lawn; Anne had rushed ahead of him and Natsai as she beelined for the crowd of Prewett redheads.

“This reminds me of our undergraduate ceremony,” commented Natsai next to him, their steps unrushed. “Have you kept up with everyone?”

“I try. You?”

“I do my best. Of course, Anne, Poppy and Artie are in their graduate studies as well, so that does make things easier.”

Garreth hummed as they reached where Leander was. He couldn’t help the smile that spread as Anne presented his best mate with the joyous, bright congratulatory bouquet. Red carnations and Peruvian lilies accented the daffodils, dwarf-sunflowers, and golden wheat that took centre stage. Well wishes for Leander’s new life chapter to be filled with riches, and Anne’s personal desire to show their powerful, adoring bond - Garreth had been particularly proud of incorporating those dwarf-sunflowers to fill in the little gaps. With the yellow tassel that brought it all together, it was no wonder Leander beamed the way he did as he kissed his girlfriend and held her close.

“Garreth! Natty! Thanks for coming,” brightly greeted Leander.

Anne slipped out of his hold as Leander gave a one-armed hug and back claps to Garreth.

“Congratulations Lee!” Garreth cheered as he squeezed Leander into the hug, careful to not hurt the flowers. “Wouldn’t miss you becoming Mr. Business Man.”

“Eh, my job won’t start up until next month - gonna enjoy that time to relax a little,” remarked Leander before he moved to hug Natsai. “Thanks for coming Natty.”

“Of course.”

“Come on, let’s take a selfie first,” suggested Anne as she pulled her phone out.

“Here I’ll do it. Got the longer arms after all.”

Anne grinned as she passed her phone to Garreth. “Show off.”

“Not my fault I got longer arms.”

Natsai laughed as she stood next to Anne, and Leander held Anne’s shoulder with the bouquet and diploma to his chest. Anne held both of her friend’s and boyfriend’s backs with a beaming smile and Garreth stood next to Leander with his arm thrown over his shoulder.

Picture perfect.

Garreth breezed by the familiar scenery of his alma mater as he expertly dodged the uni student not paying attention. He smirked at how that had him years ago, though he didn’t spot an unsuspecting girl crouched near the blooming daisies. But he wasn’t here for a simple visit. No, he knew exactly where he was headed as he picked up his pace toward the university’s science building.

It’d taken a few minutes, but soon enough he found himself in the lobby of the botanical science labs. He readjusted his crossbody leather bag as he idly looked around.

“Daisy Boy, will you smile my way?

Will you show me how to dance and sway?

Daisy Boy, hey, you light my day

While you keep the little fairies away.”

“Practising your debut?”

Garreth stopped singing as he turned around and beamed. Artemis was smiling at him, in the flesh, as she stood in the door frame. She wore practically hiking gear - too wide and too long brown pants with plenty of pockets, long-sleeved dark green shirt that hugged her svelte form with thumb holes, and hiking shoes dusted with fresh soil. Her snow-white hair, as it had been ever since the day they met, was in the braided crown as her bangs framed her face.

“Of course, been training my pipes all year to my favourite song,” joked Garreth as he strides toward her.

She’d taken perhaps two steps before he’d wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest. Warm and here, not thousands of kilometres away. The familiar, faint scent of her golden osmanthus perfume tickling his nose even as it cut through the fresh soil scent that lingered in the air. Her hands wrapped around his back; her usually cool hands warmed the muscle underneath.

He missed her more than he’d thought. “Welcome back, Snow.”

“Thank you,” answered Artemis as she leaned back. Her forest green eyes met his as she tilted her head. “We’re supposed to meet up this weekend, right? Did you swing by to see someone?”

“What, you thought I came to visit someone else?”

Artemis blinked twice as she let go. It seemed a few degrees colder without her in his arms.

“Me?”

“Mhm! Thought you’d be back in the labs even though you just came back last night. Figured I could entice you with some lunch. Take a break.”

“I’m only here to turn in a few things - “

“- right, and that’s why you’re in your gear and have fresh dirt on your shoes.”

Artemis opened her mouth to retort no doubt. Garreth was faster as he held out the bouquet he’d been holding in his right hand.

“Come on Snow, an hour minimum isn’t going to end the world,” started Garreth as he slightly held the bouquet forward a little more. “I’ll even sweeten the deal with a candy apple.”

Artemis’ airy laugh flowed through his ears as his cheeks hurt from smiling. She reached and accepted the bouquet with both hands. The dark green paper was tied with a silver ribbon, and housed an assortment of flowers. Purple sea lavenders, white sweet cicely, little daisies and single branches full of her favourite golden osmanthus and hawthorn blooms. Her eyes softened as she gazed at the flowers, and her fingertips delicately caressed the petals.

“I'm glad to be home too,” answered Artemis softly.

Garreth wasn't sure if that comment was toward the flowers or to him. But his chest skipped a beat nonetheless. Instead, he nodded, knowing that she understood his message.

Something passed through her eyes as she smiled. “Alright, you win. Let's go get lunch.”

“Brilliant.”

Garreth flopped onto their shared picnic blanket with a hefty breath. The spring blue sky spread in infinite measure as fluffy white clouds lazily passed by. His lunch sat in his stomach at something that borderline discomfort; maybe wearing his jeans wasn’t the best choice in attire today.

“Nothing beats some stodgy fish n’ chips I say.”

“I’m sure there’s a few opinions that’d say otherwise,” Artemis lightly commented. “Thank you for taking half of mine; didn’t realise I can’t stomach a full portion anymore.”

A hard crunch and candy cracked diagonally above his left. Garreth smiled as he closed his eyes.

“Can imagine that Japanese food wasn’t nearly as heavy. Candy apple going down well?”

“Mhm.” A couple moments of silence passed. “Want a bite?”

Garreth opened his eyes; a juicy red apple glistened in its candied glory above his face with a bite taken out. He didn’t bother taking the candy apple stick from her hold; instead, he wrapped his hand around her entire wrist and brought the dessert close enough to sink his teeth in. The hardened candy delectably shattered as the sweet apple juice intermingled against his tongue.

“You know you could just take the whole thing, right?” Artemis’ alto voice floated down. “No need to hold my wrist hostage.”

“I’m noshakin’ rish - “

“- I can’t understand apple, Garreth.”

Garreth chuckled as he continued to chew on his bite and let go of her wrist. The April sun was gentle against his skin as he readjusted the rolled-up sleeves of his burgundy shirt to sit more comfortably against his elbows. He reclosed his eyes, content with simply basking in the sun and the warm hug within from lunch.

“I’m surprised you’d brought the picnic blanket with you,” remarked Artemis.

“Yeah, that happens when your friend tells you ‘you never know where and when some dog went to the bathroom’.”

“Hm, not heard that one.”

“Really now,” mused Garreth. “Seem to recall you saying that second year.”

Artemis softly laughed as the smile remained on Garreth’s face. He wasn’t sure what exactly it was, but this was… good. Lovely, even. The wind rustled the lush trees and grass around the courtyard as another candied crunch reverberated.

“So what’s the plan?” Garreth asked after a few moments.

“Well, I need to tie together the research we did in the international lab. Finish up the thesis, prep the defence.”

“No more year-long adventures to Japan?”

“Not for the moment, no.”

Something, again, warm and light bloomed in his chest.

“Could you sit up for me?”

Garreth hummed. “But the fish don’t want to move.”

“The fish I’m sure are seated fine in your stomach acid. Please? I’ve got a little surprise.”

Garreth blinked open his eyes as he turned his head slightly to his left. Artemis sat there with her back straightened, her feet folded under her as she held a beautifully woven daisy crown in her hands.

“A daisy crown?”

“Mhm.”

“For me?”

“Don’t see any other Garreth Weasleys around,” Artemis teased with a lilt. “Come on, I’ll put it on you.”

Garreth cleared his throat as he sat up, and tilted his head down just enough to hopefully mask the heat that slowly spread under his cheeks. Flowers weren’t just flowers, not to him. They were his life’s work - they always meant something. That’s why people always came to him for flower arrangements or bouquets, why he was the florist extraordinaire - he knew exactly which flowers to use to get the message across.

Most people didn’t know them well - not like him. Not like Artemis. She was the one person that knew just about the same as he did in this field. So which message did she mean?

A whiff of her golden osmanthus perfume tickled his nose as she gently placed the crown upon his head. He lifted his gaze as his eyes met her forest green ones. Was spring always this warm?

“So,” Garreth cleared his throat lightly, “how do I look, Snow?”

Something soft passed in her eyes as her pale peach lips lifted into a smile, and she whispered as soft as the daisy petals that tickled his forehead.

“You look great, Daisy Boy.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc #garrethweasleyfest #garrethweasleyfest24 #other HL characters and minor ships #artemis loreley #hogwarts legacy mc #one shot

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originalartblog · 2 years ago

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Answering some asks about the dad Murase lives AU under the cut because you are forcing me to think about what I've created (❤)

@inkingkitsune

Murase had to know about N's less-than-savoury work. He was hired as a security guard (thanks to his brother) for a military facility for which he was told to kill any trespassers on sight. And his brother had been legally dead for a decade! But the main difference between the two brothers is that while N will still do horrors in the name of his job, Murase has spent his life after the war trying to help people to atone for what he had to do to survive. I think having to face concrete proof of what his brother did/does, especially without the immediate pressure of war and survival to "justify" his actions, to a kid he's grown somewhat attached to? That would be really hard on him.

Frankly I had never heard of that theory before, and after considering it, I can't agree with it. The government has expressed barely any interest in Chuuya, N seems to have acted on his own. The PM has so many ability users, and abilities are so unknown to the general public, with or without Chuuya, it was an important move to make, and there was no normal legal way of getting it.

As for Oda... I fear he's going to suffer the same fate. In another post I did wonder if Mori would try to be more careful with Dazai, since we know he was very careful to nurture Chuuya's loyalty and bond to the mafia. But after thinking about it, while Mori felt bitter after Dark Era (please read the light novel), he says he would still do it because the permit was so important to get. Chuuya going away here wasn't his fault, so I see no reason he wouldn't do things especially differently. Maybe he'd feel even more bitter though.

If Oda dies the same way... it's a fun question. Dazai would leave, Dazai would still refuse to work for the government, so his options are limited. I can't imagine Chuuya leaving at 16, join the ADA, and the mafia not knowing a thing about it? So what would Dazai do? Chuuya left and joined a group and now that group is his only option in Yokohama. If he wants to join them, he'll still have to wait two years for his records to be erased and hidden. And he knows Chuuya is gonna be there, and he knows him!! How frustrating and stressful is that wait going to be?

I'd like Chuuya to be gone when Dazai first joins, so Entrance Exam can still take place in a similar way. Maybe he accompanied Ranpo on his contract out of town? I do wonder if he'd confront Dazai publicly or in private... I'm still not sure how much he told the ADA about his own origins.

I've decided that Chuuya leaves after the Dragon Head Conflict (after loosing a second set of friends in the same year), because this time, he has someone waiting for him to offer him an out. And this is interesting from a skk point of view. At that point, Dazai has already met both Oda and Ango, and technically, Double Black has made a name of themselves. Chuuya would be leaving at the creation/peak of Double Black, barely giving it enough time to get their name. But all that we know (so far) of what they were up to as teenagers has happened already! And Dazai has met Oda and Ango, he has a support system now! They'll be fine. Well, as fine as their canon counterparts anyway.

This is also funny because their "history" is less than two years of absolute hell, then a 5/6-year gap, and suddenly they're coworkers again.

Honestly I don't know if Murase would have an opportunity to see it or its repercussions? I doubt he saw Chuuya directly after Verlaine (you know, mafia and all that), and I think Chuuya would be the one to seek him out after the DHC. I truly think you could count the amount of times Corruption was maybe used by Double Black in canon back then on one hand, and in this AU, it's literally only twice. Unless Asagiri planned for another big event and hasn't told us yet, I don't think Chuuya has had to use Corruption again in this AU until Lovecraft.

MAYBE someone would notify Chuuya's dad guardian that his son charge was badly injured, but with Yosano in the room, I doubt it would make it back to him. Same thing with Dead Apple. Murase lives in a blessed world where he knows Chuuya's powerful, but doesn't know the extent of it.

Have a lil' doodle for making it all the way down here! (it's Chuuya's first week or something)

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happy boopoween!! 👻🎃(word: boo!)

Happy Halloween my friend. Thank you for trick or treating with me. This one got away from me 700 words! Sorry! Also here’s your dragon. He tells me he’s the night!

“BOO!”

Looking up slowly Eddie takes in the view. It really shouldn’t work but regretfully it does but not in a scary way, the ears are cute, the tail is interesting and Eddie would prefer not to think too much on that right now. The tight black t shirt and jeans are better. The whiskers are just confusing.

“Jump?”

He says it because something seems to be expected from him but cats, even Halloween ones aren’t known for their scare factor and anyway he saw him coming so he’d been prepared.

“Come on Eddie!!”

He hides his smile and swallows down the chuckle at the petulant tone and the irritated hand waving around.

“You’re supposed to be scared. I'm meant to be a scary witch's cat.”

“I got that much. Remind me why?”He pulls on his other shoe, finally ready to go home after an eventful shift.

Buck’s mouth opens but the why of it all suddenly hurtles into the locker room and flings itself at the legs of the not so scary cat in front of him. It’s a small whirl of bright colours and black. Stripy tights and a pointed hat that’s in danger of losing its owner. The visual effect of chaos is enhanced by the excited squeal of “Uncle Buck!”

The effect on the ‘cat’ is instant, Buck’s stooping down and he grabs his niece, beaming like he’s from Cheshire, lifting her into the air so she screams even louder, little legs kicking in joy.

Eddie hopes he puts his feelings back where they belong before Maddie catches up with her daughter. Judging by the look she gives him as she walks in, maybe not.

“Happy Halloween Eddie.”

Then she looks around as if she’s searching for something, “but where’s Buck? All I can see is this adorable kitty!”

She reaches up and pinches his cheek on the last word, making Buck frown and wrinkle his nose. Eddie wishes he didn’t think it was cute.

“Mamma! That’s Uncle Buck! He’s my kitty just like I asked! He’s my witch’s kitty, he’s scary.”

Buck hisses and claws the air.

“Oh yes he’s very scary.” Maddie’s smile so like Buck’s lights up her face. “You ready?”

Buck nods and puts Jee down. “Ready and willing, let’s trick or treat!”

“Uncle Eddie?”

He looks down at Jee startled, aware both the other adults are staring. It’s the first time she’s called him that, it makes his heart feel funny, ignoring that, he looks down at Maddie’s adorable daughter.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Where’s your costume? You can’t go trick or treat without a costume.”

He looks up for help and finds none. Maddie’s smiling and Buck has his arms folded.

“Yeah Eddie, where’s your costume?”

He glares at him. “I left it at home, sorry Jee.”

“Don’t worry” she lifts the hat off her head and holds it up to him. You can borrow this and be a witch like me. I don’t mind sharing Uncle Buck with you, he likes you too.”

Eddie risks a glance at his best friend and notices he’s looking in the opposite direction. The whiskers are on cheeks just a little bit pinker than they were.

The witch is getting impatient judging by the tug on his jeans. He kneels down and she puts his hat on and looks at him, Eddie’s suddenly reminded of Chimney.

“Pretty good. Not as good as me but that’s ok.”

She holds his hand and drags him towards Buck and his sister. Jee takes Buck’s hand too and drags them both towards Maddie’s car.

It looks like he’s going trick or treating. Casting a glance over Jee’s head he whispers

“You don’t mind?”

Buck holds his eyes a moment longer than necessary and says just as quietly, “I don’t mind, always rather you were around anyway.”

There’s a pause “I like the hat, suits you.”

He laughs, “well I like the ears, you look cute.”

“Not scary?” Buck sounds a little wistful.

“Not even a bit.”

And that’s the weird thing isn’t it the way he feels about Buck isn’t scary at all. Eddie watches Buck help Jee into the car, then turns and sees Maddie watching him, watch Buck.

She lifts an eyebrow at him. “You ready?”

He looks over his shoulder before he answers, Buck’s ridiculous tail is waving from side to side, Jee is giggling at something he said or did.

Eddie returns his gaze to Maddie and nods.

“Yeah I think I am.”

Tags although this one is about to go on Ao3 as my Halloween contribution this year!

@monsterrae1 @lonelychicago @thekristen999 @thelikesofus @bekkachaos @beyourownanchor6 @dangerpronebuddie @daffi-990 @tizniz @eddiebabygirldiaz @exhuastedpigeon @diazsdimples @jesuisici33 @dr-shortsighted-owl @hippolotamus @bi-buckrights @watchyourbuck @inell @repressedqueen

#Spottys trick or treat #in box trick or treating #spotty scribbles #spotty draws bad dragons #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #911 abc #halloween #happy halloweeeeeeen

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witchinatree · 4 months ago

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making a list of my favorite quote/ones that stuck with me from each season 1 episode because i feel like it

(i'm starting this after episode 4 but it will be a WHILE before i post it)

episode 1: "bones are a lie peddled by Big Milk" - alice

i love this one because it's a great introduction to alice i think. also it radiates spiral so i hope we get avatar alice not dead alice (isnt there a podcast called alice isnt dead?)

episode 2: "If I wanted to clear the canvas, I would have used turpentine." - statement

this one was just fucking powerful and caught me so off guard like 😶

episode 3: "What would I do without her?" - statement

the norris statement <3 it feels like martin asking what he would do without jon which makes mag200 a lot sadder and i love them

episode 4: "Perhaps you shall prove a stronger will than I, and will yet find it within yourself to destroy this hungry thing of wood and cat-gut." - statement

augustus sighting #1 and we immediately get jonah magnus expressing that it may be possible for gwen bouchard unknown family member to overcome the eye's hunger spooky violin

episode 5: "Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed." - statement

i feel like this one is pretty reflective of how the seasons gonna go? like if you explain the events of tma (mag200 specifically) no one's gonna believe you, it must be seen to be believed!! and also seen!! like the eye!!!

episode 6: "Not sca- This isn’t some poxy blood test, some little pinprick, this is hundreds, thousands of razor sharp points pushing into your flesh." - needles

i love needles so much and i thought this was really funny because it was like "you dont find me scary!! what the fuck!!!" just kind of toddler michael energy

episode 7: "It’s not like we’re wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders." - celia

STOP IT. celia you can't say that you just cannot!!!!!! you Know™ too much maam i cant with you

episode 8: "Pleasure to meet you both. I’m Gerry!"

RAGHHHHH OH MY GOD GERRY!!!! i love him so much and idk how to handle him being alive in the tmagp universe!! gertrude too but idk we got so much of her in tma and not nearly enough of gerry

episode 9: "And honestly, it’s kind of compelling by this point." - sam

they got him 😔😔 the horrors got sam 😔😔 also i found this to be an interesting contrast to jon's heavy resistance in season 1 like he was being compelled but he wasn't going to let anyone know that vs sam "its kinda compelling to trauma dump on this paperwork :]" how is he somehow even more victim material

episode 10: "Gosh you’re sexy, here’s a twenty for your trouble.” - alice

does this count as a quote if shes also quoting what she thinks sam should say? idk anyway i love her i would say that to her if given the chance and it was very silly. i will not be addressing bonzo i am scared.

episode 11: "...Thank you, Alice" - gwen

dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard. okay also, the way she CRUMBLED at the idea of anyone doing anything nice for her please someone give her a hug and let it be ME. this series is tossing me back and forth between sam & alice (what is their ship name) and dyhard but this put me back to dyhard

episode 12: "You know it's rude to have absolutely no game?" - alice

she's so fucking funny i need her to be okay so badly!!!! i don't think even tim made me laugh as much as she makes me chuckle and this one really got me. it's hard to write such a comedic character in a podcast since you only have the voice but they really nailed it i adore her

episode 13: "Is it my fault?" - gwen

each of these episodes just reveal a little bit more about how loving and soft gwen is and idk i love her so unbelievably much so seeing that she felt guilt about the bonzo stuff just made her so much more real :(

episode 14: "Christ, they’re in the walls…" - statement

theyre in the walls!!! theyre in the goddamn walls!!!!! anyway that got me because i realized the hole before the statement said it. made more sad than scared tbh

episode 15: "Babies are cool!" - alice this entire interaction between her and sam & celia was so awkward, she is so obvious and i love her anyway

episode 16: "It’s not like I was holding doors open for Mr Bonzo or anything." - gwen my wife is so so so stupid but i adore her AND this gives room for character development. i wish she did not do that though. i love when characters are flawed and have depth but i struggled to get past THIS flaw of hers

episode 17: "Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same, though, is it?" - celia shes talking TO JON IN THE COMPUTER. SHE KNOWS. i lost my damn mind i love her i love her. get the gay people out of the puter please queen

episode 18: "Why would I need to talk to you? Your work is satisfactory. Unless you have a work-related issue I could assist you with?" - lena solidified my opinion that lena is the best boss to ever have, i adore her and i would want to work for her if she wasn't the boss of Creepy Establishment #1

episode 19: "You’re going to throw it in the fishtank, aren’t you?" - alice colin's behavior is like really worrying BUT i'm glad he's back. i was not convinced he was still alive

episode 20: "I suppose it’s too late for remorse, isn’t it? And why should I be sorry? This is what I deserve!" - ink5oul/statement they reminded me of jon a lot, like especially his season 3/4 transformation when he doesn't quite know everything but he knows he isn't who he was in season 1 anymore, i hope we see more of their life and they can be helped :(

episode 21: [Tape Recorder Bites Ink5oul] - audio description i know it's not technically a quote but this is just so fucking funny. why does it have teeth. what does this mean for the lore. holy shit.

episode 22: "Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood" - celia. knawing at the walls of my enclosure i am so not okay. i'm not okay. wtf. wtf. wtf. they're real. wtf.

episode 23: "I had a favorite mug. It said “love you, bitch” and had a picture of a drunk dog on it." - alice. okay i just love this entire interaction because gwen got to open up a little bit and my dyhard heart is so full

episode 24: "I am told that children like me, and I’ve always held the opinion that the world would be a better place if everyone just thought more." - basira. once again this whole interaction was so fun but like idk i loved hearing basira somewhat happy and in a safe place :] my wife <3

episode 25: " I am trying to help, to save us from this goddamned fucking nightmare machine!" - colin. MAN I REALLY WAS ROOTING FOR YOU!!! I WAS SO CONFIDENT YOU WEREN'T GONNA DIE!!!! it's over

episode 26: "I was worrying for a moment that you were Magnussing." - alice. MAGNUSSING BEING CANON MADE ME SAY IT EVEN MORE I'VE SAID IT LIKE TWICE ALREADY

episode 27: "You didn’t tell me the room was labelled, “Archivist.”" - celia. oooooh somebody's got TRAUMAAAAA LMAO

episode 28: "So you’re telling me you know nothing about an OIAR external contract being found with the bodies of two tattooed thugs who met rather grisly ends?" - TREVOR HERBERT???? anyway. ink5oul mention!!!!! i hope they stop killing people it's really rude

episode 29: "Alice, er… we’ve got to talk. It’s important." - teddy. i knew it was over for him but i didn't think it was gonna be THIS bad??? bye babe i guess??? 😭

episode 30: how do i even pick. the whole fucking episode. i can't. i am in a state of shock. i need to lay down for 30 years.

#honorable mentions:#“canaries should stay above ground” because holy shit (1)#“i don’t scare so easy these days” because oh my god its our celia (7)#“i like them”/“of course you do” because weeping weeping weeping (8)#“oh no not again! oh the horrors! nooooo” that one was just really funny and not exactly part of the episode (9)#“can he read?” (10) bc it enforces the gwen/jon parallels (“you dont sound?? russian??”)#“the deep will care for his bones” (11) it creeped me out and i loved it #“the cover had this awful comic sans title 'mr. bonzo's on his way'” (12) comic sans font was so funny it almost made it not horrific #“I have a baby. Jack. He’s just over a year old now.” (13) like BARNABAS. i know him.#“The only drama is the dilemma of how I could possibly get by without you all to myself!” (14) alice.... alice....#“Oh no! Who keeps taking Georgie’s face?!” (18) SHE'S BACKKKKKKK #''I swear if I hear one more word about Trevor-bloody-Herbert MP I am going to blow up Parliament.'' (27) because WHAT LMAO??? WHATTT #''when I first awoke I knew nothing nothing but the dream of things that sliced my who from me with claws like scalpels'' (30) i cried #''They’re gone Alice. They’re gone.'' (30) tweaking #''What happens now? You push me? Stab me? Or do I need to jump in myself? Come on what’s stopping you?'' (30)#can i just put the whole episode in honorable mentions too atp.#''We are the hilltop. It is me and I am it and we are. We are…'' (30)#''Yeah sure. Sorry to bother you. Goodbye Alice.'' (30)#okay i'm done #i can't i .. i ..#the magnus protocol #tmagp #magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp season 1 #the magnus pod

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