#and obviously The Secrets i talked about!

[british-catgirl]

these were gonna be tags but oh god never thought about it like that; but that is horrifying to think of

while I don't think Carol is the knight; this single-handed lets me see that she may still be the one on the phone.

WE KNOW THAT SHE'S ON THE PHONE AT THE END OF WEIRD ROUTE

my theory is now that she's the white text and the knight is the red text, which I think is somewhat common, but my new headass revolutionary theory is that Kris wasn't even supposed to be on call in the kitchen study of Kris' body language throughout (screenshots from Whsipernyan's video

what we hear from up there, Kris is not paying attention, Kris is quite literally taking a shot of something (white voice being carol, Kris really doesn't want to listen to her)

Kris locks the fuck in on hearing the red voice but more importantly, Susie (if the red voice is the knight as we think, then perhaps Kris would rather listen to them) another thing to note about the red text is its directness

unlike the white text, the red text talks to Kris directly, and about a matter that would be unimportant to the current plan, but is very important to Kris. My theory is that Carol is unaware that Kris is here and the Knight let Kris into the call. my main reasoning?

the white text doesn't do this. it refers to them as if they aren't here. in fact, the red text cuts off this text with the prior image. The Knight seemingly cuts off Carol because the Knight knows that Kris is listening and doesn't want them to hear what Carol will say (also, on hearing the word 'stop' as in regards to stopping Susie, Kris lowers their head a little. just a little detail that's worth mentioning. they don't want to 'stop' susie)

Kris also lowers their head after hearing tonight's plan, the church where toriel is SUPPOSED to be.

this is thefinal message which renforces the idea Carol/White Text doesn't know Kris is listening. Really, Kris was only meant to hear what the knight had to say, but ends up listening to more due to us stalling Also, touching on the ending

Kris did not answer the phone. The phone turns on without input. Compared to the weird route's ending scene...

where Kris has to manually has to answer the phone. the first seems to be some sort of reminder Kris has set on their own phone or has been set on their phone. the second is something goin awry and going unexpected and Carol having to manually call Kris to confirm something with them. which make sense given the context. overall, I find Kris very intersting in this dynamic. we can assume it's only a three person effort, Kris, Carol and the Knight. Carol is obviously the one with power the one in full control of the outside Light World making sure nothing about the execution CAN go wrong. The Knight is the one making sure all of the Dark World stuff and actual execution of the plan goes ahead, consider them the brute of the plan. With them, they basically dictate the flow of the Dark Worlds. Kris, however, doesn't deal with Light World or Dark World stuff. They deal with our world. Kris is a specialist. They are, in some way, baby-sitting the one uncontrollable variable. Despite that, they're still performing so much and going through so much, even killing a titan, while battling with the player, who, in some way, is essiental to the plan, and is essential that it doesn't destroy everything else before hand. Kris still has to make a dark fountain and slash their own car's tires to bait in Undyne. Even the act of keeping us contained is a multi-faceted juggling act. The precision needed to succesfully DISARM A SOUL IN A SINGLE SHOT, TWICE cannot be understated. And keeping the whole thing a secret? Hell on earth. That's why weird route's whole conflict causes Kris to crash out so much. They failed. We've multipled. On top of everything; Kris has to babysit Noelle if they want to babysit us. We don't have enough to say what promise was made or even Kris' wider motivations or how Kris got into this mess. We do know one thing. They're having a horrible time.

What's really evocative to me in all the new revelations and hints about Kris' true nature and intentions in Chapter 4 is the impression that... Kris is never free.

When they are free of our direct control, they are still not acting 100% of their real desires, they are following the orders of some evil Voice(s?) on the phone.

The ending seem to imply some sort of emotional conflict between them wanting to help out Susie, who is very dear to their heart, and following this plan which is probably not beneficial to her. A plan that they have to follow cause...

When Kris is not controlled by our very literal puppet-strings, they are instead controlled by the coercion and emotional manipulation of their mysterious benefactor. No matter which option they go with, Kris just cannot be free.

[unluckilyimnot]

Nat's roommate – bucky x fem!reader (1)

Summary : You got hit on at a bar and bucky gets protective

Friends to lovers, college AU, baseball player!Bucky, mentioned of alcohol, pining, Natasha's your bestfriend. Wc: 2.5k

Note: this is a little rush to the end sorry, I didn't wanted to post it at first but it put some content for the next part ! Reblog appreciate, I'm insecure in my writing lately..

Part 2 | masterlist | rules

The music was better than you expected, some r&b tunes that match the rather chill, gray and dark blue vintage vibe of the bar perfectly. It was a little loud but, considering the hour, it wasn’t too much to ask. Natasha waved toward a group of men in the back of the bar, and you tried your best to compose yourself at the attention you three gained from that.

Wanda, Natasha and you just came out of the movie theater when she got a message from her roommate, asking if you wanted to join them in a bar nearby. You weren’t much of a bar type to end your girls’ night, but from time to time, it can be really fun – there was nothing better than to manage Wanda when she’s drunk, with Natasha insulting people in Russian on the street. So you all agreed, giggling as you remember the good memories from last time.

As you made your way closer to the table, your eyes fell on Bucky, Nat’s roommate and you had to swallow the lump in your throat. Your heart beats faster in your ribs as you say hi to everyone, smiling at Sam as he made a comment about how gorgeous the three of you looked; you felt your cheeks heating up but brushed it off with a small, rather awkward giggle. He was always like that, it seems like he couldn’t help it and yet, it never failed to boost your ego. Sam was the one who talks a lot, yet you never had a real, deep conversation with him – maybe you were never there at the right time, because he was around a lot, along with Steve.

The girls take place around the table, Natasha took a chair from the table behind to sit between Steve and Bucky, while Wanda sat next to Sam on the other side of the table. Bucky looked up your way and smiled, shifting closer to Sam – bickering for him to move away as well – for you to sit on the sofa with them. You blink a few times before sitting next to him, nodding his way as a thank you but never really meeting his eyes. You melt into the sofa and sigh, twisting your ankles one by one, trying to ease the pain caused by the heels you decided to wear. You didn't really expect to walk this much.

Steve didn't waste a second and got up, asking what you wanted to drink; claiming it was his round. After they exchanged a knowing gaze, Bucky and Sam started to laugh, not that either of you girls understood why, but the way Bucky leaned back into the sofa, shaking his head as he laughed made you look his way. You had no idea what was going on, but it still put a smile on your face. Steve left with an eye roll, with Natasha behind him to help him get the drinks back – again, Sam wiggled his eyebrows at his friend, knowingly. It was no secret that Steve had a crush on Natasha, but they obviously seem to know more than you two.

They brushed it off when Wanda asked more about it, leaning on the table, eager to know the latest thing Steve might have said about their ginger friend; but Sam mimed a zip on his lips and instead asked about the movie. Natasha and Steve could already be seen coming back with the drink – it wasn’t crowd, so it wasn’t so surprising – when Bucky laid his arms behind your head before he leaned into you, his nose pushing through your hair. When his lips brushed against your ears, your heart skipped a beat at the sudden proximity. You did your best to hold your hands still – praying nobody caught the shake in them.

“He was waiting for you to arrive to pay his round, I've finished my beer for over 20 minutes now,” Bucky whispered in your ear, an amused smirk dripping from his words, making you chuckle.

The thing was, despite how you felt, you and Bucky were rather close. You've spent so many times and nights at Natasha's place that he became a part of your routine as well. You were this close to having your own keys at this point and you already spent nights there only with him, waiting for her to come after her late dance lessons. He sits next to you at a party where you don't know many people. It wasn't new, him leaning into you to whisper in your ears, nor was his arm resting behind your head – but it always made your heart flutter, bringing a small blush to your cheeks. At this point, you started to think he was doing it on purpose to mess with you. Though he wasn't really like that, not with you at least. You couldn’t process the way he may be flirting with you all this time – you supposed you were too close to Natasha for that, and he treats her like a sister. You were like a third roommate and he never really acted like he does when he has his eyes on someone with you. So you brushed it away the best you could, pushing the feeling deep inside your heart every time you’d have to.

You cleared your throat as you shifted in your seat, taking yours and Bucky's drink for Natasha's hands.

"Thank you love," He cooed as you slid it in front of him like a second nature. You rolled your eyes at the pet name and instead of giving him attention, jumped into the conversation about the movie.

It wasn't really late, around 11pm maybe – you didn't check your phone in a while – but alcohol was kicking in just right, helped by the fatigue you've been dealing with for a few days. Your laughter got louder easily after your two first drinks and Bucky's thigh touching yours was long forgotten. Being drunk always makes it easier to be around him; you think about it less, simply accept him in your personal space as if he belonged there. The hit of your hand against his chest as he teases you feels more natural. The smile in his eyes goes along well with the night and you miss the way they linger a second too long on you.

You don't think twice about the way his arms wrapped around your shoulders when you lean into him as you fight and catch your breath after Steve almost kicked his drink over the table – Bucky's always like that, protective, when you drink. But so he is with Natasha. You've lost count how many times he had to take care of you both after getting drunk at their place. It was never special, his behavior towards you; he always does so with somebody else as well. So, as much as your heart wanted him badly, lingering at every touch, fluttering at every word said just for you, you pushed it away every time. You weren't ready to give up on what you had with him, even if it meant one day seeing him flirt with other girls at uni, after his baseball game, until he got a girlfriend. You would've enjoyed it the more you could. And it was enough.

Pushing his hand away, you stand up awkwardly – the pain in your feet kicking back again so bad you made a face.

“Ok it's my round, what do you guys want ?” You asked cheerfully despite it, clapping in your hands.

After they all answered, and you made them repeat it twice to be sure your brain registered it, you left without waiting for anyone to come with you – even if it was statically impossible for you to hold all the drinks by yourself. Your head was barely spinning, it was doing better than you thought as you made your way to the bar swiftly. Smiling at the barmaid, she took your order immediately, not letting you register what was going on around you, happy to get yet another glass of wine.

Moving your head gently to the music, you missed the man waiting next to you, the way his eyes roamed your body from head to toes. Instead, you finally checked if someone was following you and caught them in the middle of rock, paper, scissors. You scoffed, not believing no-one wanted to follow you this time when Steve and Wanda had someone tagging along immediately.

“Hey,” your blood turned cold as the man hit your arm with his elbow, his voice faking something smug rather badly.

Your eyes shook as it looked at him, taking in the smirk on his face and the way his eyes could barely hold yours – rather looking south. Your jaw worked, but still smiled awkwardly at him, not wanting to appear rude yet. He didn't really do anything wrong, not really.

“You alone ?”

“Hum, no. I'm ordering for my friends over there,” you pointed at the small group behind your shoulder, hoping someone was on their way now.

He hummed as he took a quick glance, then looked back at you within a second.

“One of them is your boyfriend ?” he asked directly, his fingers working around his glass.

Your eyebrows twist into a small frown instinctively, and you realize you took a second too long to answer as he lifts his eyebrows, waiting for an answer he knew would be false.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, opening your mouth when you felt a hand wrapped around your waist gently. You flinched at first, before taking in the cologne you know too well, that sometimes cling to your clothes after spending the night at Natasha's place. Bucky pulled you closer to his chest, kissing your temple sweetly before staring in your eyes with something you've never seen in his eyes. There’s something sweeter than honey, thicker even. It lingers on your face as to make sure you’re alright – and you are now that his arm is around you. Now that his lips find your skin.

“Wait for me next time, love. You can't take all this by yourself,” He nodded towards the bar where all your drinks were ready now, a soft smile on his lips, just for you.

You nod slowly, letting your eyes linger in his perfect blue ones before it turned cold to the stranger. You leaned into his embrace, giving you a warm sense of security you needed right now. Enough to steady your breathing, too much for your heart to recover.

“Thanks for the help man, I supposed that's why you two were talking, right ?” his voice turned cold but stayed steady, staring daggers at the man who shifted awkwardly a step away.

“Yeah, yeah, that's right. No problem man !” He left as soon as he arrived, and Bucky's grip relaxed around your waist.

He didn't let go though, keeping you close a moment longer as he leaned into your hair, kissing your head a second time. You closed your eyes, doing your best to contain your feelings mixing and boiling inside your stomach.

“Don't leave without me again, love, hum ?” he said gently in your ear before letting you go.

You stood there for a second as he took the first few drinks, waiting for you to do the same. He didn't tell you to not leave alone, to wait for someone. No, he told you to wait for him in particular, and that threw you over the edge. You took the drinks quickly, managing the 3 glasses into your smaller hands but they were shaking a little now.

You knew it was intentional. His words. Bucky doesn't talk for the show, he's a man who chooses his words carefully, thoughtfully and after you sat right next to him, it was overwhelming. His scent, his thigh back against yours, his hand hanging right next to your shoulders, barely a centimeter away from your covered skin. It was like the alcohol left your system as quickly as it came, and it made the night harder than you wished.

You couldn't focus on anything else, your thoughts always coming back at his fingers lingering on your shoulders from time to time. Or to the way he looked at you specifically after he made a joke. All the things you didn't want to see were suddenly thrown at your face like a brick, and you weren't really fond of it.

When Natasha asked if you were coming to her place, like you usually do since you’re the only one living alone, you shook your head instantly. She frowned, not expecting this for sure – she doesn’t like leaving someone who drank alone.

“I really need to be alone,” you said faintly, your shoulders falling, trying to make it more convincing.

“I can drive you home if you want,” Bucky said, stepping closer to you even if he was already at arm's length. He tilted his head, never breaking eye contact, his eyes filled with worry – and something warmer you couldn't really name.

He didn't stop after the stranger talked to you. He didn't stop touching you in one way or another, glaring at people around the bar from time to time above his glass when they looked at their table the wrong way when you laughed louder than you should. Damn, he even followed you to the bathroom. If there was one thing you didn't imagine, it was Bucky getting over protective over you after a man tried to hit on you.

“Sam lives closer, don't worry about it,” you said with a gentle smile because, even if his behavior was driving you crazy inside, you couldn't just let him know that.

Not more than you already did by refusing. You had to figure out how to deal with your emotions first. Sam scoff, not believing he got dragged into this but still accepted to drive you home anyway. You still hold Bucky's hand quickly, squeezing lightly; telling him everything was ok. Or going to be, at least. He bit his lips, but squeezed too.

“Take care. And call if you need anything,” He said gently but you could still see the worry in his eyes.

He'd rather have you close than alone in your apartment, but it couldn't be helped at the moment, he knew it. You nod before wishing them all a goodnight and jumping into Sam's car.

After surviving the drive back with Sam hammering you with stupid questions, which usually get met with a ‘shut up’ or an ‘I don't know’, you could finally crash down on your bed. The night coming back into your mind, over and over – the movie long forgotten, the only thing remaining was Bucky's eyes laying in you more often than not and the weight of his hand around your waist.

It was bad, because you started thinking he could feel something for you too.

Let me know if you liked it ! <3

[formulafanfics13]

Your writing is addictive :)

Another one for Lewis, where the whole grid sees that they are in love, but are afraid to show it. So they play Truth or Dare at a party and after that things get spicy :)

Thank you! I'm so glad you love my writing!!!

No More Hiding - LH44 🔥

Summary: After months of secret tension, a drunken game of Truth or Dare forces Lewis and the OC to kiss in front of the entire F1 grid. The kiss turns filthy fast, and they leave the party to fuck like they’ve been waiting all season. What starts as a dare turns into a public claim — they’re done pretending. She walks into breakfast the next morning wearing his hoodie, legs still leaking him, and no one dares question it.

Warnings: Public sexual tension, public kiss, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex (unprotected), marking/claiming, possessiveness, dirty talk, degradation/praise kink, exhibitionistic undertones, post-sex marking. All consensual.

It wasn’t official. Not technically. No soft-launch, no Instagram dump, no comments under each other’s posts. Just glances. Just tension. Just whispered goodnights and separate cars after every event. Just stolen moments in hotel hallways and the occasional "you left your hoodie at mine" excuse when anyone asked.

But the grid knew. They weren’t stupid. They saw the way Lewis hovered near her at the paddock. The way she laughed too hard when he said something only mildly funny. The way his hand would almost brush her waist in crowded rooms and then pull back like it’d burned him. The way she watched him with her lower lip between her teeth like she was trying not to want him.

It was obvious. It was also fucking infuriating.

So when Charles threw the end-of-season party, it only took about twenty minutes of drunken chaos before Max, Pierre, and George hatched a plan. Truth or Dare. Classic. Dangerous. Effective. The setup was obvious, but no one cared. They were all drunk, barefoot, sprawled across the giant villa’s marble floor in swimwear and sweat. Max had tequila. Pierre had a whiteboard of dares. And Lewis?

Lewis had her tucked three people away, pretending not to watch her lick salt off her hand like it wasn’t driving him insane. It started soft.

“George, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever jerked off to one of the grid girls at a race weekend?”

“Obviously.”

“Yuki, dare.”

“Text Helmut and tell him you want to switch to Ferrari.”

Laughter. Chaos. And then Pierre turned.

“Alright,” he grinned, so obviously proud of himself it made George groan, “truth or dare, you.”

She blinked. “Truth.”

“Coward,” Max muttered.

Pierre ignored him. “Okay. Who in this room would you most like to kiss?”

Lewis didn’t move. She smiled. “I’m not answering that.”

“You have to.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Fine,” Pierre said with a dramatic sigh. “Then you have to take the dare.”

“Which is?”

“Let Lewis kiss you.”

The room exploded. Oscar actually choked on his drink. Lando howled. Carlos leaned forward like he was watching a football penalty. Charles just grinned like he knew this was going to happen all along.

Lewis stared. She looked at him. Blush creeping up her neck. Breath caught. Silent.

“You don’t have to,” he said quietly.

She laughed. Nervous. “It’s just a dare, right?”

He looked at her like she’d said something stupid. Like kissing her would never be just anything. Still, he leaned in. Slow. Controlled. And then he kissed her. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was filthy. Mouth open. Tongue sliding against hers. One hand cupping her jaw, the other curling around the back of her neck. She gasped into it and he swallowed the sound, pulled her closer, kissed her like he hadn’t been allowed to for months.

When they finally broke apart, the room was dead silent.

Pierre whispered, “Holy fuck.”

She blinked.

Lewis licked his lips. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she whispered.

He stood. Offered her a hand. “We’re gonna… yeah,” he said vaguely, leading her out of the room.

No one stopped them. No one dared.

They didn’t make it to the car. Lewis pressed her against the nearest hallway wall, hands already up her thighs, mouth dragging across her jaw like he was starving.

“You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he growled. “Sitting there. Acting shy. Fucking licking salt like you weren’t trying to ruin me.”

“I wasn’t-”

“You were,” he hissed, dragging her leg up around his hip. “You always are.”

She moaned when his mouth found her throat. “Everyone saw.”

“Good,” he snapped. “Let them see.”

She kissed him like she wanted to brand him. Fingernails in his back, hips grinding into his thigh, heat soaking through her bikini bottoms. He slipped two fingers under the fabric. “You’re soaked.”

She whimpered. “Please.”

“You want everyone to know what I do to you?” he asked, sliding one finger inside. “You want them to hear it?”

She nodded, desperate.

“I’ll give you something to scream about.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the nearest guest bedroom. Kicked the door shut. Pushed her down onto the bed. Didn’t undress her. Just shoved her bikini to the side and dropped to his knees like he was starving. She came once on his tongue. Again on his fingers. And then he finally fucked her. No protection. No slow build. Just bare cock. Deep thrusts. One hand around her throat, the other pinned beside her head. Sweat dripping from his jaw as he buried himself inside her over and over again.

“You think I’m gonna let you pretend again?” he groaned. “Think I’m gonna go back to acting like we’re nothing?”

She shook her head.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

He kissed her. Fucked her harder. “You’re gonna come for me?”

“Y-yes-”

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Come on then. Let them all hear you.”

She came so loud it echoed. After, he didn’t pull out. Didn’t move. Just stayed there, cock still deep inside her, forehead pressed to hers. “We’re done hiding,” he said.

“Okay,” she whispered.

He kissed her again. And the next morning, she walked into breakfast with Lewis’s hoodie on and cum dripping down her legs. Nobody said a word. But the smiles were feral.

[yap-city-population-1]

I really would love to make a big long post about Jason and Dick’s relationship and the really unique dynamic you get when you have a huge age gap with your older sibling, but every time I try to talk about them I end up getting so off topic because like. I can’t help projecting SO HARD. Because I LIVED that shit.

(Very personal ramble under the cut that’s only really tangentially related to Jason and Dick)

I was 11, and for the first time in my life, I had a sister. A stepsister, one who was almost a decade older than me and was never around, but a sister nonetheless.

She was loud. She was confrontational. She wanted nothing to do with me. She once had a screaming match with my mother because she didn’t want to go apple picking. Apple picking.

She was also brave, and outgoing, and she walked into every room like she was daring someone to tell her she didn’t belong. She was a fuck up and she owned it. Landed on her feet just to prove she could, just to spite everyone who told her she would fail. She picked fights and rode four wheelers and stayed out past 2AM, and I remember looking up at her and thinking, holy shit, you are everything I’ve ever wanted to be and can never become.

She wanted nothing to do with me. I wanted to be her. I hated her. I wanted her to move back in but also never come home again. For years, nearly every conversation we had was just awkward enough to be hostile. Our parents so obviously treated me differently than they’d ever treated her, and every tiny thing I got away with drove another wedge between my sister and the rest of us.

But also.

Also, she picked me up from school once and took me out for frozen yogurt, just the two of us.

Also, I got really overwhelmed the day we moved into our new house, and she took me to see Incredibles 2 in theaters so I could have a break from all the packing.

Also, once, we were at a family member’s funeral—a family member from my mom’s side, who my sister didn’t even really know—and my mom stood up to give the eulogy and I was sobbing, and without a single word my sister reached out, tugged me into her side, and let me cry on her shoulder. And I stayed there getting snot on her nice dress even after my mom sat back down. I stayed there the whole service, and she never gave me shit for it. Didn’t even bring it up, not once.

Also, when I was in high school, she came home in the middle of the night with a new tattoo. And she told me our parents didn’t know yet, just me. And she smiled at me like it was our little secret. And I felt so nice.

I’m not saying it was perfect. It wasn’t even good, most of the time. I’m just saying that in between the distance and the passive aggression and the snark, there were movie nights and hugs and little moments I treasured like fucking gold. I’m just saying that she was always my sister. The word felt weird, at first, but nowadays it comes to me as easy as breathing. Even though I can’t remember the last time I called her that to her face.

And sometimes I just see a panel of Jason and Dick, acting the way you act with a person you love so fiercely even though they feel like a stranger. And I think about last Christmas, when my sister and I both came home to visit, and she hugged me. She hesitated for a second, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to hug me, but she still did it. It wasn’t easy, but it was still nice.

Sometimes I look at Jason and Dick and think “I hope, even after everything, you still have moments that are just nice.”

[benefitscrounger]

i love how American liberals talk about Russia like it's still the Cold War, and think they don't look fucking insane, xenophobic and chauvinistic. because obviously the ONLY reason an American president elected by Americans for America would do something that harms Americans would be because he's being paid to by some secretive scary (and non-Western) foreign bogeyman, and not by American megacorps that we know have always bribed, sorry, "lobbied" US presidents and politicians to relax or entirely eliminate regulations that cut into their profit margins.

Another Kremlin policy to kill Americans put in place by MAGA traitors.

[softichill]

can u just infodump about seam. i want to know More

I spent 50 minutes typing out a multi-page infodump and then tumblr refreshed and deleted all of it

I typed it all out again under the cut but. Augh

Seam is a character who is so deeply fascinating to me. Most people kinda just regard them as Jevil's old friend, or the depressed shopkeeper. And to be fair they are also both of those things JGNSKNG

But there's something I don't see a lot of people acknowledge; their connection to the secret bosses. They're the character who's told us the most about Shadow Crystals, and up until Gerson/The Old Man in ch4 they were the ONLY character to mention them. It was their friendship with Jevil that brought them into all of this, with his words "sticking in [their] cotton" and making their view of this world, AND I QUOTE,

"Darker, yet darker."

^ This line of dialogue drives me crazy. This is one of only two direct references to Entry No. 17 in Deltarune so far (with the other being the church song with "shadows cutting deep") and it is said in DIRECT REFERENCE to Jevil's descent into madness, and Seam falling into nihilism. This is the line that caused people to start theorizing that Gaster was the one telling the secret bosses the "Truth".

Along with that, they seem to know every other secret boss as well; and the order we'll be fighting them in. They refer to Spamton as "that salesman", meaning they already knew who he was, and say he got ahold of "that old machine", implying they also knew about the NEO body. They even talk about how the body probably held a lot of importance to someone ("A certain Lightner, perhaps...").

They also know someone else.

"We all know there's no winning there" WHAT DO YOU MEAN "WE ALL KNOW". NO WE DON'T. HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW.

The knew the Knight. They knew that's who we were going to be fighting next. They even knew we'd need the Shadow Mantle to even have a fighting chance-- and had it on hand, too (until it got taken by ERAM).

If we're going by the theory that the secret bosses were told the complete story of the game/prophecy, and Seam was told at least some of it by Jevil, then that means they knew we were going to fight the Knight next, despite no one except Kris or maybe Ralsei knowing we were going to face off against it, and they knew we were supposed to lose. But that doesn't explain how they knew we'd need the Shadow Mantle to win, or why they just HAD IT WITH THEM.

They seem to know Gerson too, and judging by their dialogue they almost expect us to lose against him, but... collecting the Shadow Crystals and winning these battles is giving them hope. They call the feeling "quite funny"-- they weren't expecting to feel it again, probably after so long of having lost it.

That's another thing that's fascinating to me. Collecting the Shadow Crystals gives them hope. If you never fight the secret bosses, they remain depressed; they'll chat about a change in their shop, a funny interaction they had that day, or will just say something cryptic (what happens in the Dark World after the sun goes down, Seam. Why should we leave before dark, Seam). But when you fight the secret bosses, they seem... actually excited. It's something they look forward to, something they WANT you to keep up with even if their nihilism keeps them from being truly hopeful. Even if you lose to the Knight, they say it was "fun to pretend" that it would lead to anything. And they thank you.

So, seeing as they seem to be genuinely invested in us collecting the Crystals...

We have 3. Only 2 more. That makes 5 crystals in total that Seam wants to collect.

There's 7 chapters.

Now, obviously from their dialogue here they plan to make us something. And we might even know what it is! Through datamining we can find this item:

But.... if that's all they're doing, just making us an item for maybe the final secret boss, then that would only be 6 boss fights, leaving a gap for one more.

....There's a few lines of dialogue they have where they mention wishing they could see the fights in action. Most notably with Jevil, if you open his door and then go talk to Seam first, but there's probably others I can't think of off the top of my head. We also know they've been in battle before-- the Undertale Cross Stitch book has this little snippet about seam rippers:

And when they talk about Jevil, they say something deeply fascinating to me:

We've seen Jevil's definition of a game. Specifically the Numbers Game: if your HP drops to zero, you lose. It's a battle.

And something else we've seen...

^ This is from the winter 2024 utdr newsletter, around the announcement of Seam's plush. The wording in the first image strikes me: "In any case, I had to make a design." It seems like a first glance that the design was only made for the plushie, but "in any case" feels like Toby was planning on making one ANYWAY. And in the second image, which is the only piece of concept art Toby showed us, it shows their full body facing left at an angle.

A pose we've seen a few times before in battle.

While I'm open to it not being true, I FIRMLY believe that Seam is going to be a secret boss; most likely in chapter 6 or 7. I feel like it narratively makes the most sense right now, and also It Would Be Really Cool.

There's definitely other stuff I wanna talk about but most of it is just fun little characterization bits that aren't rlly part of a wider arc, and all of which I've talked about in other posts, but yea. Seam rant that took me two hours to type out

[venusbyline]

hi i was the anon who sent the modern!aegon x niece drabble and i’m so glad you liked it and obviously his niece is so innocent!

in my mind she wakes up while he’s grinding his cock against her ass and she’s all confused but she’s soooo sleepy and a little drunk and so wet. and she loves her uncle so much so she just rolls over and cuddles against his chest. he’s always been affectionate with her, touching her, kissing her, pulling her into his lap, so she doesn’t even really question the way he touches her now.

and she feels good so she doesn’t stop him, why would she? aegon holds her tighter and calls her a good girl and his sweet baby girl as he pushes his thigh between her legs. he grips her hips and encourages her to grind her wet pussy against his thigh. soon she’s a panting, whining mess and aegon’s thigh is *so* wet, and he doesn’t let her stop until she cums for the first time ever.

he keeps praising her as he removes her panties and softly kisses her lips. and he keeps kissing her while he fingers her and gets her ready for his cock. he doesn’t want to hurt his baby girl but his cock is too thick and she’s so tight as he fills her. he wants to be gentle and sweet for her first time but he just can’t help himself, she feels too good. so he fucks her roughly as he talks her through it, telling her how good she’s being and how sorry he is for hurting her. but he’s not *that* sorry.

she cums on his cock, her pussy milking him, and he cums so deep inside her. he doesn’t pull out after, he just keeps his cock buried inside her and holds her against him while he pets her hair. she cries against his chest from the pain and intense pleasure, but she loves her uncle so much. and he fucks her again in the morning, this time actually being gentle before sending her back to her mom. and from then on his sweet little niece becomes his pretty little slut.

anyways xoxo

this made me so horny now anon 😩😩 i loved that part and its previous one too

he's always such a loving uncle, she doesn't even realize that what he's doing is wrong. she allows Aegon to touch her body any way he want to

his cock already feels so fucking hard against her ass, but it feels even thicker when Aegon makes her rub herself against his thigh, her little pussy so soft and wet...

oh and the way he try to comfort her during and after the sex? cum and a small amount of blood leaves her inner thighs sticky, but despite the pain her first climax was soooo good, her clit is still throbbing bc her uncle rubbed it during the act (he tried to help her with the pain, since his cock was too fat for her to take it, but also bc she looked so beautiful whimpering and crying as he touched that little bud)

i can imagine the next morning. Aegon showering with her after they woke up (when he fucked her gently on the bed). he's the one who passes the soap over her pretty body, rubbing every part of her and her sensitive little pussy.

he gives her a morning-after pill (cuz even though Aegon really wants to see her pregnant with his children, he still needs to wait a few years until she's of legal age, so that their family wouldn't accuse him of committing crimes), then he helps her dress up with a cute outfit that she brought in her backpack.

do you think Rhaenyra discovered about something after her sweet daughter came back home? idk... maybe she at least suspected about it, but the girl lied saying nothing bad happened (not bc she thought what Aegon did with her was wrong or disgusting, but bc she's so innocent and her favourite uncle told her how he loved her and how she needed to keep this in secret 🥺🥺 she loves being her uncle's little girl, so ofc she wouldn't disappoint him. never!)

[delicateperspective]

Hi! You don’t have to post this if you don’t feel it adds anything to the conversation, but I think something important to consider when talking about them “growing apart” is whether they’ve truly grown apart—or if they’ve simply grown up and matured, and their relationship has matured with them.

Obviously, things are more complicated now that they’re solo artists and have lives outside of One Direction and outside of each other. But if you think about it, they’ve lived in a near-constant state of adjustment and adaptation for nearly 15 years—not just in their relationship, but in life in general.

Something interesting Harry said on Howard Stern was that his favorite part of a relationship is becoming a team with his partner—being able to live separate lives while still maintaining a strong connection. That’s an essential part of long-term relationships. They’re at a stage in life, and likely in their relationship, where things are more settled. It’s no longer the teenage infatuation we once saw. It’s not about longing looks, secret touches, or whispered moments anymore. It’s more calculated, quiet, intentional. Less “ours” and more “theirs”—and that’s okay.

Their love has matured with them, and that’s a beautiful thing. Every love changes, evolves, and matures in some way. Sometimes it’s messy and complicated and full of obstacles. Sometimes it’s smooth and easy. Sometimes the change is natural and gradual, and other times it’s fast, forceful, and hard to adjust to—and that’s okay, too.

We don’t know their full story—not really. We only see what they choose to share. Looking at it all with care, compassion, and an open mind is important.

i think to add to this, their relationship with US has changed.

to quote a beautiful, wonderful soul of a friend of mine - i think harry especially realized there was a fine line between being seen and being exposed. they wanted us to know, but then ended up feeling spread open and scientifically studied.

when they were young, they were careless and rebellious. as they got older, they realized that it often made things unnecessarily harder for them at times.

i equate it to that one couple in high school that posted every bit of their relationship online and then wondered why everyone felt like they had a say in their relationship, if that makes sense.

it’s one thing to do something occasionally that lets us know they are “still together, still going strong” it’s another to let us know everything about their sexual preferences, arguments, and insecurities.

they let us know we’ll be alright when they need to but otherwise keep things close to the chest.

[friedcheesemogu]

I was summoned, and so I appear.

It's no secret that I'm an absolutely shameless whore for William Brandt. Much of the time when I look at the "William Brandt" tag most of the recent posts I see are mine, and I get it. He's been gone three movies now, and a lot of people on tumblr.com really don't like him for some reason. But if he has many defenders, I am one of them. If he has one defender, it's me. If he has no defenders, I'm dead.

I wrote a whole little TED talk about this little bitch.

What I haven't written so far is my immense feelings about his relationship to/with Ethan, and believe me, if you thought that sub in "Final Reckoning" was down deep, you're gonna need a high pressure submersible to find the bottom of my emotions here.

(Also I'm sorry, I can't call him "Brandt" for the duration of this post, he's tattooed way too close to my crotch for me to not use his first name.)

Let's talk about Will and Ethan. I'll break this into two parts:

AS A GENERAL WORKING RELATIONSHIP

Yes, they should have explored this relationship more, because it's *fascinating.* Ethan ruined this man's life. He needs to own that, probably more than he does. BUT. If Will reminds Ethan of how his marriage failed, that is on Ethan. It was Ethan's choice to try to have his cake and eat it too, and Ethan's fault that he couldn't. The fact that he left Will behind to take the fall is one of the cruelest, most selfish things Ethan does in the entire series, but he is entirely forgiven for it, while Will gets treated as an asshole for maybe not having the best day ever after being dragged into another Ethan-based mess.

I think the idea that Will is a symbol of what Ethan hates about the IMF is not entirely true, because obviously Ethan has relied on that bureaucracy in the form of the GP Secretary to have freedom to do what he wants (stage a cover-up, let him dick around in Russian prison). If anything, Will is a symbol of what Ethan *can't* do for IMF. Because as we see, you can take the agent out of the field, but you can't take the agent out of the man. Will can do something Ethan can't other than in pretend: Will can walk in two worlds. Will can play the nice bureaucrat while subverting the system. Will can speak to the top and seem genuine while actually giving Ethan protection and information. And he's so good at it that even Ethan, whose hobby is reading people, can't initially clock him. That he does at all is only because Will drops the mask -and does it for Ethan's benefit.

One of the things I see a lot on here is how much Ethan dislikes Will, and to that I can't help but say, you think Will wants to be there? He has every right to not cooperate, to drag his feet and change from little bitch into actual raging giant bitch, and he doesn't. He helps. He is the only person who could have caught Ethan when he was falling. He's also completely valid in thinking that what he's being asked to do is difficult, scary, and pretty insane.For some reason, that gets him cast as "everyone's least favorite coworker." I don't think the fact that he's the only person on any team willing to say "your ideas are bad and you should feel bad" is a terrible thing, because frankly someone has to. The team needs a little bitch to round out the "yes, and!!" improv nature of everyone else. It's cute and funny when Benji is nervous, when he nearly blows it in the Kremlin, but when Will is hesitant, well fuck that guy.

Ethan *does* trust him with his life, and he should, because one of the things I harp on endlessly is that WILLIAM BRANDT ALONE guards Ethan at the beginning of RN. Luther quit, Benjis played Halo. Will was sending Ethan tips and in the room with Hunley, aware of plays on both sides, and keeping the balance. That is his ultimate strength, and he does it knowing that he owes Ethan nothing -if anything, Ethan owes him several times over. That's dedication to his team and to the job, and something worth admiring; instead he gets Luther's derision and the fandom's dislike.

Why is that? Like @prahelika says, Ethan of all people knows what it's like to be a little bitch and try to do the right thing while everyone yells at you. Is it because he's not sweet like Benji? Because he's not cool like Luther and Ilsa? Because he can't slay a green dress like Jane? Will is the person most like Ethan in terms of skill, strength, and intelligence, and yes they "inherited" him but had they not, they would have been screwed and Ethan would be a Dubai pancake. He's as essential as anyone else.

I believe Ethan sees that Will is his foil, what could happen to him if he couldn't "walk it off," and that he comes to appreciate and respect that. We have no idea what goes on between them from GP to RN, but I can't believe they never talk, I can't believe never checks in with the only other person who knows that Julia is alive (aside from Luther, but who knows when Ethan told him).

I wish Will was in Fallout, and not just to be killed. I think his position in the team is so unique and interesting and I will crave more of it forever.

Now here's the part that will make me unpopular with the MI fandom on tumblr.com.

AS A PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP

I love Will/Ethan, Ethan/Will, Brandt/Ethan, Bundt, whatever you want to call it. They are one of my all-time ride-or-die pairings. I will go down with this ship and I will live at the bottom of the ocean eating dead whales and partying with the tube worms, evolving into something eldritch and teethy. And then I will rise... but anyway.

I think they work in this life, but since all shipping is technically AU, well, I think they work in other lives too.

I think they're fascinating to each other: the man who was destroyed by the job and the man who won't let himself be destroyed. I think Ethan is very surprised by this person who is suddenly revealed to be his mirror, and because he's naturally curious, he'd want to know more, observe more. As for Will, Ethan is a nearly mythical figure in his life, and for him to suddenly have him real, in front of him, to be forced to deal with the person who turned his world upside down... well Will is obviously an analytical slut, so of course Ethan is going to get his wheels turning (in all ways). A long time ago I read a comment or author note, I can't remember, where someone said they thought Jeremy Renner played Will as already being somewhat in love with Ethan and I can absolutely see that (I can point you to some good fics on that theme if you're interested. No? Okay).

I think they both inherently understand that they each provide something the other lacks: for Will, Ethan's drive and willingness to face the unknown. For Ethan, Will's grounded pragmatism. That they're both stubborn is difficult, yes, but it's not necessarily a roadblock - I've talked to friends about how arguing is probably a kind of foreplay to them, because no one is going to match their little bitch energy (or enjoy it) in the same way as the other.

I also think they're beautiful together. When they're in sync they're seamless. Ethan's heat and Will's coldness; Ethan's tendency toward action and Will's toward thought. Maybe it's better if Will isn't there in later movies because they'd be too powerful together.

I get that I'm one voice in an already small pairing. I think I know everyone on the site that currently loves/d them and they're all in my DMs (although if I'm wrong, feel free to let me know!). Believe me I see Bethan. I see Ethan/Ilsa. I adore Julia. They're all good ships and they all deserve love! But they'll never draw me in like the way Ethan and Will look at each other like they want to fight each other with their mouths.

And I mean, there's literally no reason for them to look each other up and down and then Ethan to give "you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine" the sultriest line delivery until the horny sub.

I have a whole fic about what Will thinks of/about Ethan and how he deals (or doesn't deal) with it.

But yeah.

TL;DR I love William Brandt, I love Ethan Hunt, and I love their relationship, however you define it. I wish we had more of it. Just don't try to tell me there's nothing but acrimony between them.

Oh right and I have a huge thigh tattoo for them, so I'm in this for life.

they really should have explored the brandt/ethan relationship more. like, hey, i probably ruined your career with a murder that wasn't even real so you got traumatised for nothing. also you remind me of how i couldn't save my marriage. you're also currently a bureaucrat, symbolising everything i hate about my organisation. but i know you've got my back. you try your best to deal with unfair situations where everyone yells at you, and you're a little bitch about it. don't i know how that feels. i trust you with my life. i don't think we'll ever be close. in another life we'd have worked well together. but. anyway. this conversation never happened, brandt. see you in 6 months.

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

For the fic prompts: #90 please.

"I'll be your alibi"

Now admittedly I cheated a little but it's still connected to the prompt, it's just not exactly included. I am not an expert so if any of this is wrong just go with it.

He's in the pub when it happens, because who doesn't love an audience when the police come calling. He's not that worried, if anything Mack and Ross have a lot more to lose, but he's the one who's newly released from prison, he's the one they're going to look at first.

The worst thing of all is John with Vic at the bar, watching. John with a small satisfied smirk that Robert would love to wipe off his face, and Vic, well she just looks disappointed.

"Robert Sugden. You're under arrest for the distribution of a class b drug. You don't have to say anything..." The words fade away as he feels the handcuffs go around his wrist. They feel tighter than he knows they actually are and his head is full of noise, shouting and metal bars. He can hear voices around him as they pass people in a blur, sure one of them is Aaron but he can't quite make it out as he's lead from the pub into the bright sunlight.

*****

He doesn't fully come back to his senses until he's in an interview room with PC Swirling in front of him and someone he doesn't know alongside him. His solicitor had just shaken his head at him when he had arrived.

"Mr Sugden, you must like the food at HMP Hotten."

"Not really. Bit bland for my taste." He shrugs trying to keep up the calm exterior he'd put on.

"Want to tell me about your involvement in all this?"

"There isn't any." I was just getting a lift home from work and we stopped at the pub and then you turned up.""

"So you know nothing about Ross Barton and Mackenzie Boyd having a large quantity of cannabis in a car that a witness says you were in yesterday afternoon?"

"Obviously not." Normally he wouldn't even say a word, would never drop a mate in it, but he knows he won't survive going back to prison. Even the police cell had been bad enough. If Ross and Mack had been stupid enough to do it then they could get out of it themselves.

"Well maybe you could tell us your whereabouts yesterday afternoon." He looked sideways at his solicitor who nods and he sighs.

"I was with someone."

"With someone? Who?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Why?"

"It's private."

"Mr Sugden. You know we can charge you and you'll just go straight back to prison while you wait to go to court. Whatever this private matter is I hope it's worth it."

"I...I was with my ex-husband." Aaron was going to kill him. They'd been trying so hard to keep it a secret, hadn't even seen each other except for those few times, not even risking the village, rather they'd booked hotels in Leeds because it was far enough away that no one would run into them.

"That's Aaron Dingle, is it?" Swirling says it with a long suffering sigh. Six years obviously hadn't dimmed his memory of their run ins.

"That's right, but I'd really rather you didn't talk to him."

"Robert." His solicitor whispered. "You're not getting out of this without him."

"Fine."

*****

A few hours he steps out of the police station and a weight lifts off him. He'd really thought that was it, even though he knew he'd done nothing wrong. Not that Mack hadn't tried to drag him into it, but he'd promised himself when he was released. Any scheming he did would be the perfectly legitimate kind.

"Oi." He squints into the sun to see Aaron leaning against his car. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Aaron...They called you then."

"Oh yeah. Great time I had explaining that one to him an' all." He looks him up and down. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Just, well you know." He lets out a breath. "I thought that was it."

"I'm gonna kill Mack."

"No you're not. He's your mate. I knew what they were up to. I didn't have anything to do with it, but I didn't stop 'em. It's over."

"Yeah well, I'm still telling him."

"Fine. So, where does he think you are then?" That was always a problem, Aaron getting away from John. Frankly Robert thought the man was a touch controlling but they had rules. They didn't talk about him and any time Robert tried, Aaron just got one of his moods, so he didn't. It was easier to pretend that way.

"Emergency cash and carry run for Mum." He huffs a laugh. "Best pick up some prawn cocktail crisps on the way home just in case."

"I'm sorry. Just keep causing trouble don't I?"

"Yeah well wouldn't be you if you didn't. Come on I'll run you home." He nods, and gets in the car. He's exhausted and he's barely done anything all day.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" He asks when they're halfway home.

"Robert..."

"I know, but...I was scared Aaron. If you and me hadn't been together..."

"Yeah I know. And that's why Mackenzie and I will be having words. What was he thinking driving you about in a car full of that stuff." He slams his hand against the steering wheel.

"Thanks again, for backing me up."

"Robert, I'll always be your alibi."

[cheshireliam]

"Me and You, Always" Story Event: Silvio Ricci Chapter 3

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Emma: Prince Silvio?

I pulled Emma into my arms, trapping her and that oddly intense enthusiasm for gathering autumn greens.

Silvio: Before I waste my time humorin’ yer little game, ya better come clean with it.

Silvio: Same with summer, what’re ya really up to?

Emma: … I just wanted to see a new world I’ve never seen before.

Silvio: Still plannin’ to keep it a secret?

Emma: … 

Silvio: If that’s how ya wanna play it, I’ve got my own ways to make ya talk. 

(Didn’t wanna resort to this, but I ain’t got no choice.)

Holding onto her with one arm, I slid my other hand to her side—

And started tickling Emma mercilessly, her composure shattering in an instant as she thrashed about.

Emma: W-wait…! Stop— haha…! 

Silvio: What was that? Can’t hear ya.

Emma: Ahaha… stop… I’m going to die laughing!

Silvio: Ya know what ya gotta say if ya want me to stop, don’t ya?

(Can’t believe Valerio’s old secret tactic actually works on you too.) 

It was childish and underhanded, even I was embarrassed about it, but it was also undeniably effective. 

Emma: I’ll talk…! I’ll talk, so please…!

Seeing tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, I stopped, but kept my hand resting on her waist so that she wouldn’t bolt off.

Emma: I want to train.

Silvio: Train for what? 

Emma: So that… I’ll be able to join you on your voyages some day.

(Huh?)

Silvio: What the hell for…? 

Emma: Because it's my dream.

Emma: If I could travel together with you and return to the kingdom with great treasures… 

Emma: I just know that would be the greatest, most valuable treasure in my life nothing else can replace. 

(... So that’s what’s been in her head.)

Without realising it, a small smile tugged at my lips, and my arm tightened its hold on her. 

Silvio: Ya needed to hide that?

Emma: … I didn't have the confidence to tell you.

Emma: I have neither knowledge nor experience in sea voyages, so I thought I’ll only end up being a burden. 

Emma: That’s why I wanted to train and learn lots of things…

Emma: Until someday, you’ll feel like you could take me along with you.

Emma: I didn't want you to laugh at me either.

Silvio: I ain’t laughin’.

(If it were any other woman, I’d probably laugh in her face, but I’ll never do that to ya.) 

Going on sea voyages could easily go horribly wrong if anything bad were to happen.

If it were a short trip, sure it could be a noblewoman's little joy ride.

But the farther you want to go, the more preparation and guts you would need. 

(Still, you’re still the only noblewoman around who’d try learnin’ to set up a camp herself.)

(Most of em’ just leave that stuff to others and don’t lift a damn finger.) 

I almost said those words aloud, but decided to swallow them.

It didn't feel right to say things that’d trample all over her determination.

So instead of mocking her, I reached out and ruffled her hair.

Emma: You’re making it messy again!  

Silvio: Shut up. That’s yer punishment for hidin’ stuff from me.

Silvio: … Let’s go.

Emma: Huh? 

Silvio: Ya wanna learn how to gather mountain greens, don't ya?

When I let go of her and started walking, her face lit up so obviously as she hurried to catch up with me. 

Emma: And how should I thank you this time?

Silvio: Anythin’ is fine. But if ya start gettin’ all cocky again, I ain’t teachin’ ya nothin’. 

Emma: I’ll be sure to stay humble and do my best. 

(Now that I know what’s been goin’ through that head of yers, I’ll give ya a hand.) 

(It’s this side of ya that I—) 

(Nah, forget it. I’d just end up gettin’ laughed at myself.) 

…

Autumn flew by in the blink of an eye, and now came the cold winter. 

(... Still feelin’ like I’ve lost my damn mind.) 

(I should just change it, even if I’m only doin’ it now.) 

(But… she’s the kind of woman who’d be happier with somethin’ like this than a precious gemstone.)

(I know that. I know, but damn it, this is insane.)

(Somethin’ like this for a christmas present…) 

???: Where are you going, Prince Silvio? 

(...!)

I stopped in my tracks and forced the discomposure off my face before turning around. 

Seems like I’d walked right past the room I was headed for, and Emma was peeking out from behind the door with her head tilted. 

Emma: Are you not done with work yet…?

Silvio: … I’m done. 

Silvio: I just, uhh… forget somethin’ and need to go grab it, that's all. 

Emma: Ah, then I’m sorry for stopping you.

Emma: I couldn’t help but open the door when I heard some jangling, but I’ll be good and wait patiently. 

Silvio: … Be back in a sec. 

Emma gave a small wave and closed the door. 

I quickened my walking pace to avoid making any noises she might hear, but I couldn't contain the big sigh I almost let out. 

(The hell am I even doin’?)

…

A lavish feast worthy of a christmas dinner filled the table, and Emma was all smiles throughout the dinner. 

Only after she finished the last bite of cake did she finally set down her cutlery. 

I was thinking the dinner ended peacefully, but I had a bad feeling the instant Emma locked her eyes onto mine.

Emma: Are you hiding something, Prince Silvio?

Silvio: Hah? What’re ya talkin’ ‘bout all of a sudden?

Emma: You’ve been fidgeting the entire time.

Silvio: I ain’t. It’s all in yer head. 

Emma: You know you can’t fool these eyes of mine. 

(... She’s weirdly sharp when it comes to times like this.)

Emma stood from her seat and moved behind me—. 

[fadeling]

Have I ever talked about the fact that I like to think anders was there for Leandra's death, which makes him feel a sense of superiority over fenris. unlike fenris I saw aniera at her worst which is an extremely precious and intimate moment shared between me and hawke [actively putting white out over aveline and varric's faces] this is deeply fucked up of him obviously and he knows that so he doesn't say anything it's just a dark secret for him to mull over for the sake of his ego. To cope

[boba-pearl-writes]

6/27 - sex - word count: 992 - @rosekillermicrofic

Evan was suffocating. 

It was a normal, maybe even peaceful day, and Evan felt like he couldn’t breathe. To be fair, though, this feeling had been building up for quite a bit. 

And all of it had to do with Barty. Everything did, now - the good and the bad - because Barty was his. Finally, after months of dancing around each other and drunk kisses during parties, Barty was his. 

But now, Evan worried that his - for lack of a better word - secret, would bring all of that down. Every time he looked at Barty, every time he saw him staring back, every time they touched, every time they kissed; every single time, Evan would worry. 

Why?

Well, that had a lot to do with the fact that Evan never had, and never would, want sex. He’d found a word for it a few months ago, when talking to Pettigrew during a party. He’d said he felt the same, and Evan had relaxed, if only for that one conversation. Maybe it wasn’t just him.

Pettigrew had called it being “asexual,” and Evan thought that was a rather apt name for it. 

But Barty, as Evan had heard and, on one unfortunate occasion, seen, was the complete opposite. Before Barty and Evan had gotten together, Barty could usually be found with his tongue down another person’s throat at any party, and find his way to that person’s bed the night after. 

And now, Evan thought that was inevitable. That he’d be in that position and he would say no, and then, quite obviously, Barty would leave him. 

Barty’s leg nudged his own, breaking him out of his thoughts. They were in a charms lesson, and Flitwick was teaching something  or the other about giggling charms. Barty slid a note over to him. 

“You okay? You’re pouting,” the note read. Evan rolled his eyes and scribbled something back. 

“I am NOT pouting.”

Barty muffled a chuckle under a cough. He leaned over and whispered directly in Evan’s ear - “oh, darling, you are, and it is adorable.”

Evan turned bright red, and Barty had to “cough” again, which drew Flitwick’s attention over to them. They quieted down, but Barty leaned over again a few minutes later, when the whole class was drowned in chatter. 

“Are you okay, though?” He asked, the crease between his eyebrows betraying his worry. Evan gave him a lopsided smile.

“I- yeah, Barty, I’m okay.” Barty’s arm came around him, pulling him close into Barty’s side. 

“I’m not buying that, and you are going to tell me later,” Barty said. Evan tensed, his mind running through several different possibilities, all ending with Barty being disgusted with him, Barty being disappointed, Barty leaving him. 

Barty leaving was something Evan didn’t want to imagine, or to think about.

He didn’t want that, period. He didn’t, but it seemed sort of inevitable now, didn’t it?

-x-

When Evan came back from the shower, Barty was already sitting on his bed. He looked up as he heard Evan approaching, and smiled up at him. 

“Hey,” Barty said, as Evan sat down next to Barty.

“Hi.” Barty studied Evan’s face for a few seconds, then entwined Evan’s hand with his own. 

“You still look sad,” Barty said, his voice soft. Evan stared down at the blanket, his free hand picking at the hem of his shirt.

“It’s nothing,” Evan whispered, moving to leave the bed, to do something, anything that got him out of this situation, out of telling Barty, but Barty held his hand firmly. He wasn’t going to let him leave. 

When Barty wanted something, he fought for it. And right now, what Barty wanted most was Evan. 

“It’s not nothing, Ev. If it’s important to you, it is for me, too.” When Evan didn’t say anything, Barty spoke again. “Us against the world, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Evan tore his gaze from the bed, and looked at Barty. He looked calm, and comforting. “Barty, I have something to tell you.” Barty nodded, a bit confused, but as if inviting him to speak. “I’m… I’m asexual. Do you know what that means?”

Barty thought for a moment. “I can take a guess, yeah,” he said. Evan felt the suffocating feeling growing, his mind so fast it felt dizzying. Barty would say something, and he would get up and- and he would leave. “So?” 

Wait, what? Evan stared at Barty incredulously.

“What do you mean ‘so?’ I’m asexual. Barty, I’m- I’m never going to have sex with you.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?” Evan asked, as if pleading Barty to just tell him that he wasn’t it for Barty anymore, to just get it over with. 

“Evan,” Barty said firmly. “Evan, I love you.” Barty grasped his hand firmer, and came closer to him. “I love you, and not anything more than what you’re comfortable with. Just you. Nothing more.”

“Oh,” Evan whispered, taken aback by how deadset Barty sounded, on him. “You still love me?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Barty asked, frowning. He kissed Evan on the cheek, then smiled. “I have loved you, Evan Rosier, as if you were a part of my soul, since we were twelve, and I’m not going to stop because of who you are. I never will.” Barty’s free hand came up to the back of Evan’s neck to pull him into another kiss, then he paused. 

“This is okay, right? Kissing, touching like this? You’ll tell me when it’s not?” Barty clarified, worry knitting his brows together. 

Evan smiled, smiled properly, for the first time in a week, and brought his hands up to cup Barty’s face. “I appreciate you checking, but yeah. It’s okay Barty. It’s amazing.” Barty grinned, and Evan pulled him in this time. 

He breathed Barty in - his love, his pure adoration for Evan, that he never hesitated to show - and he was no longer starved for air. 

[richarddgraysonn]

Fic idea (that I am actively working):

Jason gets brought back to life by Talia when Damian is about to start his physical training for the League of Assassins (he has been mentally trained for years unknowingly). Jason begins training with him. They start to build a brotherly bond and Jason helps Damian realize that he grew up in a colt and his treatment wasn’t okay.

Ra’s disapproves of them being so close and they get punished frequently. Talia supports their relationship and makes it a habit of taking pictures of them together often on Polaroids. The three of them collect hundreds of Polaroids over the years they’re there. The POV in the past is Jason’s. It switched back and forth between the past and present, which is Damian’s POV.

In the present, Damian would often sneak out to meet Jason on rooftops to talk about random stuff and just see eachother. Barbara knows he’s sneaking out but thinks he’s meeting a secret lover and lets him continue to sneak out without telling the others. During the day the story will be about Damian adjusting to starting school with people and meeting Jon Kent and trying to fit in and get out of the cult mindset. Damian promises Jason to not tell the others about him but secrets cannot be kept for long so here’s how the reveal goes:

Bruce, trying to sound casual while they were eating dinner on a random Friday night: when were you going to tell us about your little relationship?

Damian: what relationship, father? Drake knows of everyone I associate myself with on the school grounds. We both can assure you I am not in a relationship.

Bruce: I’m not talking about a school relationship Damian, I’m talking about a certain relationship Robin seems to have.

Damian, knowing what he’s talking about but still trying to hope Bruce isn’t talking about Jason: is this about me threatening to stab Grayson on the last mission?

Bruce: no, this is about the Polaroid we found in Red Hood’s pocket after detaining him.

Damian: maybe he just likes pictures.

Dick: pictures of you? And my dead brother in League of Assassin’s gear?

Tim, oblivious to what was actually being discussed: you knew Jason?

Bruce, obviously upset but trying not to yell: everyone go to their rooms except Damian and Dick please.

Bruce after everyone leaves: how do you know Jason? And how do the both of you know Red Hood?

Damian, averting eye contact, which would’ve gotten his bed removed for a week in the League: Mother introduced us.

Dick: we kind of inferred that, what doesn’t make sense is that he’s dead, Damian.

Bruce: look, Damian, we’re not upset, it’s just that Red Hood is dangerous and we need to know why he had this picture. And how he had this picture.

Bruce shows Damian the Polaroid, Talia had taken it the night of Damian’s tenth birthday, marking two years of training for both Jason and Damian. They had both received their first uniforms. Talia had been so proud of them. The water was on Damian’s face again which was weird because it wasn’t hot in the dining room. Damian held the picture with care and didn’t give it back when Bruce held back out his hand. Bruce let him keep it.

Damian: it was my tenth birthday when the picture was taken. Mother took it.

Bruce, clearly getting more frustrated: Jason died well before you turned ten, how is that possible?

Damian, giving up on trying to keep it a secret, knowing he would fail anyway: I met Jason on my eighth birthday. Jason was eighteen. Or at least he would have been eighteen if he hadn’t died. There was this big pit of green water that Grandfather would often bathe in. Jason was covered in its water when I met him. I guess he was out in it and he was given a second chance on life. I am not entirely sure how it works. We have both been put in the water by my mother numerous times. She says it is good for us. Jason was like my brother in the League until we were able to escape last year. Jason still is like my brother.

Dick, he had the water on his face too, his voice was shaky, Ra’s would have removed his bed for a week: where is he now?

Bruce, after Damian didn’t respond: we just want what’s best for the both of you.

Damian, realizing they’re bound to find out sooner or later: Jason is Red Hood.

Then queue commotion, in this time Jason managed to escape and is back in his safe house. He left a message for Damian, in the language they had made up in their time in the League to communicate without the others knowing, with where he was headed. Damian eventually convinced Jason to talk to Dick again and eventually Bruce and the others. And yeah. I haven’t decided when I want to stop the fic yet but there might be some stuff with Red Hood working with the Batfam. The plan for the POV changes is going to be similar to how the CW Arrow show did it, where it’s not always related to what’s happening but it stays in chronological order and is a different plot and provides information to why things are the way they are in the present.

I haven’t posted anything yet but follow TiredAndBoredNerd on AO3 for when I do eventually post the first chapter! I’m hoping to by the end of this week :)

[jackmaster187]

hello i've never really done a post like this before BUT i had a theory about one of the next deltarune chapters that I haven't really seen anyone point out or pick up yet. obviously this will have spoilers for basically all of deltarune we currently have so read with caution.

So, recently people have been speculating about chapter 5 taking place in Asgore's flower shop. There's a lot of supporting evidence for this, especially in chapter 4

And personally i'm 80% sure the final chapter will take place in the shelter, or at least will be centered around it heavily.

Now, that just leaves us with chapter 6. Where could that take place? Well, I have an idea.

You see, in chapter 4 we can visit ICE-E's Pezza. However, it's "closed for new signage".

"New Signage" Could mean they're potentially rebranding as something else, or even changing their iconic mascot. Put a pin in that for later. Now, where am I going with this? Well, as others have pointed out, all of the dark worlds so far have had a theme of escapism to them. Chapter 1 is board games/toys, Chapter 2 is the internet, Chapter 3 is TV, and Chapter 4 is religion. Now, we don't know what Chapter 5 is yet, but I've seen some people speculate the theme will be Nostalgia, considering Asgore's stuck-in-the-past mindset. But, you know what else could line up with the theme of escapism? Food. Arcade games. Prizes for tickets. A giant talking ice cube. You know what place has that? ICE-E's Pezza. Another connection I noticed, All of the major dark world spots have had double doors as an entrance (The exceptions being the unused classroom and Kris' house, but we don't actually enter those directly, so they can be excused.)

Now, you know what ELSE has an entrance with double doors?

ICE-E's, Goddamn, Pezza.

Now you probably see where I've been going with this, but there's more to my theory. Remember earlier when i mentioned ICE-E possibly replaced with a new mascot? Well, put yourself in his sweaty shoes for a moment.

Imagine you're the face of an iconic (at least for the town you're in) pizza brand, feeling on top of the world, and then... They replace you. You'd be pretty mad, no? You'd want to find a way to seek revenge, or even... Freedom. Here's what I'm getting at; I think in chapter 6, not only will we get an ICE-E's Pezza (or whatever the rebrand will call it) Dark World, But ICE-E himself will potentially be the secret or even MAIN boss of the chapter, akin to Tenna or Queen. I might be reaching with some of this stuff, but I think the connections are too big to be ignored. If you see this, lemme know what you think and if you think I'm on the right track or an absolute lunatic. tl;dr: I think Deltarune chapter 6 will take place in a rebranded ICE-E's Pezza and the secret or main boss will be ICE-E mad about the rebrand.

[stx-rry]

[hockey au] gojo x reader - Intro

Bang. The puck hit the back of the net, cheers erupting from the crowd as players skate around the ice crashing into each other and fighting for possession. You were semi new, now officially a freshman at this college. The biggest concern you had was making friends this time around as you were social, but never fully popular. Luckily, you met some friends on the volleyball team, bonding over shared exhaustion and assignments following the start of the season, though they were only really volleyball team friends, not truly around much besides in practice or games. Shoko was your closest friend and your roommate and my god is she so quick, saying a sharp remark after a joke you spout at her. Though now she’s a little different in a softer way, quieter maybe. Anyways she shouts and cheers at the goal scored by Suguru, number 6. He high fives number 0 while the other team brings the puck up the ice. Number 0 then tackles the player into the wall, stealing the puck back.

“Who’s number 0?” , you ask her. She’s looks at you with a slightly sour expression, as if he’s not a guy to mess with.

“Well, he’s a sophomore and his name is Satoru,” She says, a pause between her words before she continues. “Don’t think he’s all nice though, he’s a known hoe.”

Damn it. I can barely see his face through his helmet but he’s hot.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she says with a slight grin. You laugh and shake your head,

“No no, nevermind. Are you gonna stay for Suguru after?”

She lightly grins and nods her head.

The game ends 2-1, us winning. Shoko and I walk down the stairs towards the ice, the cold air slightly stinging your exposed arms which is distracted quickly as number 0, Satoru was right there leaning against the wall and he throws a grin at you. Shoko walks over to Suguru to congratulate him, leaving you to stand there and wait.

You trail behind Shoko, waiting for he to finish up so yall can head over to Sukunas house for a party. Satoru looks over at you again and grins obviously trying to get your attention. You slightly smile back. Your phone buzzes, a contact pops up with 6 missed messages. Shit.

“Hey Shoko we gotta go.”

She says calling Shoko over, who sighs and hugs Suguru before catching up to you.

Satorus blue eyes trail your figure as you walk away, his eyes lingering on you. Something about her is interesting, an underlying secret hidden in her. And god does he wanna find out what it is, running a hand through his white hair he skates off the ice. He’s gonna find out who she is.

“Ready?” she asks, you nod and she speeds off in her car, some music out playing through the speakers, probably Drake if you had to guess. The lights of passing buildings light up your face. You sigh and open your messages, texting back these two guys you met last week. They got too attached. Before hitting send you sigh, clicking on the contact and pressing the block button, there’s always more out there.

Shoko parks outside Sukunas house, the music already blaring from inside and people standing around talking in groups. A guy with dark hair stands outside, you grin. This is the one.