#bc yes there is blood there she just being silly

[shiningstarr15]

Vanweek Day 4- Food

Vanny.. we both know that’s not just pizza sauce..

A bit silly for today’s prompt but I couldn’t stop thinking about the over abundance of pizza boxes just scattered all over Vanny’s hideout. The woman is such a fucking slob (and yet I still love her ;-;)

Featuring my unmasked Vanny design that is nothing more than Vanessa with purple glowing eyes and slightly messier hair. ( aka pretty much everyone’s design of her to a degree lol)

@vanweek2024

[mashmouths]

so i started this show and it just gets worse and worseeeee not only did it lift the romance subplot directly from twilight (and not well) but they also are trying to play the forbidden love angle hard in the fantasy racism vein except it's a "cross-species" relationship between the two whitest people i've ever seen in my life and there are three people of color in the whole (first season of the) show who aren't villains and it seems that every other episode (and sometimes ebery episode and sometimes twice an episode!) there is a man physically or magically subjugating a woman and i keep waiting for the big reveal at the end to be stolen from fucking rainbow rowell

[avocado-writing]

Companions reacting to Tav telling them they love them right in the middle(or after) a fight?? Like Tav is just so in awe of seeing em in action<3

oh! So sweet! Absolutely, here you go anon - writing as if you’ve seen them do something magnificent in battle & are so overcome with love that you have no choice but to blurt it out! (some stuff under a cut for being a bit NSFW LMAO) plus mentions of blood & violence

Astarion

stabs someone attacking you from out of the darkness with such efficiency they’re dead before they hit the ground

you’re blown away by the bloodlust and fury in his eyes - how DARE someone try to hurt you?

”I love you,” you choke out, wide-eyed and trembling from fear and emotion.

he’s shocked, but reaches over to give you a quick and bloody kiss before stabbing someone approaching behind you and urging you to get back to the fight

tells you later it was very silly to be distracting yourselves like that… but he does appreciate it nonetheless 😌

Wyll

we’ve seen the way he’s introduced in game, we know he’s a fan of some showmanship

you see him deal with three opponents at once, Eldritch Blasts in one hand and rapier in the other, and shout that you love him almost instinctively

when he finishes seeing them off he leaps across the battlefield, spins you, and gives you a fiery kiss before darting back up to block another sword

you feel like you’ve had the air stolen from your lungs but quickly manage to recalibrate yourself - you have a fight to win!

you can’t help stealing glances at his fine form for the rest of the battle though 😏

Gale

we know canonically he gets turned on from watching you fight.

you yell out that you love him after seeing him sling the coolest Fireball? he’s putty in your hands afterwards.

so desperate, kissing you, begging for your hands to be all over him

“you are so wonderful, my heart… to see you in battle… it set every inch of me aflame…”

gets you into a routine of quickies after battle bc the two of you are fired up. neither of you mind delaying your adventure to fuck rough and fast. the rest of the party… could do without that.

Karlach

is busy raging and does NOT hear you lol

roars in response but that could just be a normal battle roar when it comes to her tbf

she finds you afterwards though, a little sheepish, and is like “oh erm did you say you loved me mid-battle?”

”yes! you looked so cool cleaving that dude in half karlach, I was a bit swept up…”

her face goes bright(er) red and she actually giggles before pulling you into a kiss

“things like that make this all worthwhile, solider. I love you too.”

Shadowheart

you’re dying. she floods you with a cure wounds so powerful it starts your heart again and also cures, like, an unrelated ache in your hip too, lol

you look up at her, bathed in the blood of battle, and she is like an angel sent from the heavens

“I love you” you manage to croak out from cracked lips

“I know,” she says, utterly unfazed, and then pushes you to your feet to keep on fighting

does give you a sweet smooch after battle though, to let you know she appreciated it 😌

Lae’zel

“tsk’va! there is a time and a place for this!”

she swings her sword and cuts a man’s head clean off, showering you both in a rain of warm blood, and you’re enchanted with her.

has to fight people off from wounding you because you’re so distracted oops

afterwards tells you that you cannot afford to be so absent-minded in battle… but does hold you close and rest her forehead to yours, allowing a moment of connected closeness between you ❤️

Halsin

you confess it when you see him bear out and start ripping people into pieces.

he is just… incredible. all raw power and brilliance.

you shout your love over to him and the bear roars before taking the head off of a zombie in one bite

always fights nearby you anyway, but will make an effort to get closer so he can hear your words of affection better!

plods over to you in wildshape afterwards and nuzzles into you, huffing happily when you bury your hands in his fur and give him a scratch 💕

Minthara

her blade is full of the might of her god, and she is going to use it to sunder her opponents.

you’re dazzled, in utter awe when she kills a fiend with a single blow from her sword

you can’t help the words falling from your lips.

she lifts her shield to block a blow from falling on you, and in its shade she gives you a kiss and says one word:

”good.”

[leighsartworks216]

I Was Hoping You'd Find Me Here

Harvey x gn!Farmer

Inspired by how Harvey goes from saying "I was hoping you wouldn't find me here" to "I was hoping you'd find me here" after marriage when you find him in the hedge maze. Y'all when I say I dropped everything out of nowhere, actual *hours* after getting that line, to write this, I mean it. Also not proofread bc as soon as I finished the sex-repulsion started rearing it's ugly head so if there're any typos lemme know lol

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, hand jobs, blow job mention, anxiety, embarrassment, blood mention, praise kink, slight dom/sub

Word Count: 1,863

Masterlist

AO3

"I was hoping you'd find me here." Bright blush illuminated Harvey's face even in the shadow of the looming hedges.

The farmer smirked. "Oh, were you?"

They pressed closer into his space, until the leaves behind his back were catching on the fabric of his green jacket, rustling with the disturbance of his weight. He nearly leapt out of his skin when their fingers curled around his belt loops, pulling him closer.

In the shadows of the moonlight, smirking like a cat staring down its prey, he could almost imagine them being a vampire. He gulped thinking about their teeth on his neck, biting down until they drew blood. And the hot press of their tongue lapping it up.

"What are you thinking about, darling?"

Their eyes glimmered like they knew exactly what he'd just been picturing in his mind. He felt warmth reach the tips of his ears and travel down his neck. He wasn't a stranger to intimacy, but he was all too aware of their location, and Maru just around the corner.

His spouse granted him the mercy of not having to answer as they slotted their lips over his, nipping at his lower lip. It only reignited the thoughts from before. He groaned softly, cupping their cheek and leaning into the kiss. They tasted like the breakfast he cooked for them that morning with their produce. Their skin was dusted with a fine layer of dirt, no doubt from tending to the fields before the end of the season. His thumb began brushing it away without thought, his other hand sliding up their arm to cradle their neck.

He gasped, eyes shooting wide open as the buckle of his belt loosened. The smirk from before was now a soft grin, sweet like their fresh maple syrup. “Do you want me to stop?” they whispered.

Everything in his mind said yes. They were in public for Yoba’s sake! Everyone in town was here. There was no telling when somebody could enter the maze and stumble upon them. People who were his patients, who knew him professionally, and the very few who knew him more personally.

He glanced over their shoulder.

They were in the dark… And everybody who wanted to do the maze was already in here, lost somewhere out of earshot… His only concern was Maru, but even she wouldn’t come this way unless she had reason to.

The farmer waited patiently, listening to his frantic heart as he made up his mind. Their hands were still, ready to finish undoing his belt, or to help readjust it back in place. If he asked, they’d grab his hand and drag them back home, back to bed in a mess of sloppy kisses and whispered praises.

“Harv?”

He blinked. With another anxious swallow to tamp down his fears, he kissed them again softly. “I want this,” he muttered against their lips. “I-I’ll try to be quiet.”

They kissed him back sweetly. “Good boy.”

The pet name immediately sent chills down his spine, emboldened by his belt being fully undone and his trousers being unbuttoned. It wasn’t long before their hand pushed into his pants and wrapped around his hardening cock. He keened as quietly as he could manage into their mouth. They happily swallowed up the sound with another kiss.

Their thumb stroked over his slit, spreading the beads of precum already leaking from him. He felt a bit silly, truth be told, like a teenager who snuck out to see his partner in the dead of night, hiding under school bleachers to make out. It made him feel young again. He could almost imagine himself when he was younger, head still set on becoming a pilot despite everything going against him, with a paramour of his own, on a secret, late-night outing.

Though, his secret paramour being his spouse, who chose them despite every other eligible bachelor and bachelorette who pined for their affections, made this even better than in his fantasies.

They pulled away to kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Can you be quiet for me, baby?”

He nodded before his mind even fully comprehended the question.

Their kisses trailed further along his jaw, nipping just under his jaw where any marks wouldn’t be so easily seen. (If he were shorter, anyway.) They languidly pumped his cock in their fist as they loosened his tie next, fluidly unbuttoning the first and second buttons with nimble fingers and pushing his collar aside. Wet, open-mouthed kisses decorated his clavicle. Their tongue dipped in the hollow of his throat, before sucking over his Adam’s apple. When he swallowed, they grinned against it.

He bit his lip to remind himself to be quiet, breathing heavy through his nose as they unbuttoned a few of the middle buttons in his dress shirt and pressed their hand to his stomach, sliding around to his sides.

He shivered again. Their hands were calloused from farming for almost two years straight, rough and yet so gentle with him.

They squeezed the base of his dick before pumping around the head a few times. He whimpered, clamping a hand over his mouth to stop any further sounds from slipping out. If he could, he’d be fully leaned up against the hedge, using it for support as they worked him with as much ease as they ran the farm. Unfortunately, to do so would be to fall into the branches shrouded in the mess of dark leaves.

They kissed back up to his ear, nibbling the lobe, teasing the flesh with one of their canines. He sighed shakily as the thought of vampirism shot to the forefront of his mind again.

“Where do you want to cum, baby?” They whispered against the helix of his ear. “In my hand?” They accentuated the words by dragging their middle finger along the underside of his cock, along the thick, sensitive vein. “Or my mouth?” They sucked his lobe into their mouth, swirling their tongue along it.

They were so close, they could hear and feel the effect they had on him. His heart was racing so fast and loud in his chest, he would have worried it was sounding like a drum throughout the whole town, calling everyone to their location, had he the mind for it. Instead, all he could think about was images of kissing them like a madman as he finished in their hand. Or the feeling of their hair in his hand as they swallowed around his cock, milking him until he was utterly spent. For as much as he would have loved seeing them on their knees before him, looking up at him, highlighted only by the moon in this dark alley of the maze, he feared it would completely destroy his ability to be quiet. Already, he was fighting to stay hushed, when all they’d done is touch and kiss him.

He pulled his hand from his mouth, shaking as he decided his answer. “H-Hand,” he breathed. “P-Please, honey, let me cum.”

They pushed their face into his hand to move it out of the way without having to stop feeling the hair on his chest or trailing down his stomach, or the soft fat on his sides. “I will, darling.” They kissed him long and sweet, but his mouth chased for more and more, passionate and needy as he cupped both their cheeks and pulled them closer, closer, closer.

He moaned and whimpered against their lips as they jerked him off faster. The sounds rumbled low in his throat, like a beast within him was being drawn out with their ministrations. They coaxed his mouth open with their tongue, the bitter taste of coffee mixing with their sweetness. The concerns about being silent slipped his mind entirely as he fast approached his orgasm. They diligently muffled his beautiful sounds, their own mind flooded with love and adoration for the man they chose to marry. Their wonderful, nerdy doctor.

His breath caught in his throat sharply. His hips bucked mindlessly as his cock twitched in their hand. They covered his tip with their palm, stroking just under the head with their thumb as they caught the hot strands of cum. As his dick softened, he sighed shakily against their mouth.

They pulled away first, making sure they got as much of his spend as they could before pulling their hand from his pants. Their hand left his shirt to cup his cheek. He smiled when he felt them trying to fix his mustache.

“Good?”

He nodded. “Really good,” he assured them. A new wave of blood rushed to his cheeks as he noticed their hand, awkwardly held and covered in semen. He removed himself from their hold to fish around his pockets for a packet of tissues. He pulled a couple out of the plastic and cleaned their hand, wrapping the soiled tissues in another protective layer of tissue. When he looked back up at their face, tucking the packet back into his pocket, they had a big, dopey smile on their face. “What?”

They laughed. “You, that’s what. I just didn’t expect you to have tissues.”

“I’m a doctor,” he offered as an explanation with an embarrassed chuckle.

“You’re adorable.” He began rooting around his pockets again. “Hand sanitizer?”

He must’ve been as red as a ripe tomato when he pulled out the small bottle of sanitizer. But they just chuckled and held out their hands, diligently rubbing it between each finger and down their wrists. As they did, he began putting himself back together. He rebuttoned his shirt, tucking it back into his pants to give the illusion that nothing happened. Then he zipped, buttoned, and buckled his trousers once more. His spouse finished cleaning their hands just in time to fix his tie, pressing a kiss to his chin when they finished.

“Ah, thank you, for that, by the way,” he stammered.

They adjusted his collar and smiled warmly at him. “Of course. It was my pleasure.” They grabbed his hand and tugged him out of the alley. “If you wanna wait out there, it shouldn’t take me long to get the golden pumpkin.”

He tugged on their hand, pulling them to a stop just before the entrance of the maze. His heart began racing again as he tried not to regret what he was about to say. “C-Can I go with you?”

“Are you sure?”

He looked down the path, toward where Maru meandered about, trying to gather her sense of direction. It was lit well enough… He tried to ignore the grabby hands peeking around the corner.

The farmer squeezed his hand. “You don’t have to, Harvey. I know you don’t like scary things.”

“I…” He took a deep breath, looking at them once more. “I want to. You make me want to be brave.”

They beamed up at him, pressing a quick peck to his cheek. “Okay, if you say so. Don’t let go of my hand, right?”

He held on a bit tighter. “Right.”

Together, they marched into the haunted hedge maze.

…

Harvey stuck around with Abigail until the farmer came back with the prize.

[daistea]

Hey, so. I wanted to ask about the interpretation of pre-Dungeon Lord Mithrun as being very catty and Regina George-like. Personally, and I've got no problems with it, I'm just really curious where it comes from, but I don't get that read. He was catty and petty and all sorts of unpleasant, but Misril essentially confirms that he kept it all inside because he seemed so perfect and his Dungeon was some great surprise to her. Built on lies and jealousy and inferiority but she had no idea whatsoever. He was festering in silence, I think, and all that ugliness was tucked inside. He was scrambling. Probably imagining himself as alone and unique in his ugliness and failing to speak truthfully about his feelings because he must've been taught that ugly things - like affairs and disabled brothers? - are to be hidden. You're something else before you're a person, so you must be nice and kind and good and emblematic of that. And it isn't as if I was raised in any position of power, but royal houses can be sort of emblematic of that kind of repression of personality, where being small and quiet and smooth and obedient is "good personhood". He was revealed as a mean drunk, but that's about it. Truly, I think catty Mithrun is comfortable Mithrun, so I like to imagine that post-Dungeon Mithrun is the catty one. I think it's funny to imagine our relationship, as it were, and imagine people watching with him and judging people for the fun of it. It's not personal or to feel better or anything. It's just because, and he says some truly out of pocket shit, and I'm there, a little reprimanding, like, "Oh my God! You can't just say that..." and I'm looking at him. And he's looking at me without saying anything. An eyebrow raised. My expression cracks. I look away and snort. "God," I say again. "Oh my God. Yeah. Okay. Fine." Laughingly, "Uh... That's the tackiest, brightest jacket I've ever seen in my life. It is disgustingly offensive. My eyes are practically burning. Is that it?" And he smiles a little. Barely there. And I groan and lightly smack his shoulder. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" He shrugs, "Was it honest?" "Yeah. I mean, I'm exaggerating for the fun of it all, but..." I shudder. "God, it's horrible," and then maybe I get into it, like the minutiae of opinions. Being very opinionated. "And it's worse because not even badly shaped! It'd be fine if it was, like, a simple black coat or something. The texture looks okay, but it has the worst patterning, the worst shapes and colors and—!" And he's laughing out loud. Holding his hands on his stomach, because I've gone full into gesturing and I'm getting so heated about a stupid coat that doesn't even matter, but it's fun! It's amazing. We're having a great time, and I'm laughing, too, because it's silly and it doesn't matter and I'm happy like this. We both are. He frowns a little, and goes, "Okay, what about that shirt?" and making his own statements, like "Ugh. That gold looks like vomit", and we play off eachother, like "Ough. Yeah, and that red with that shade is so bright." I raise my eyebrows. "Evocative." Mithrun hums. "Blood and vomit," he nods. "Ew." We look at eachother and shake our heads sort of sagely. And then I crack first. I almost always break first.

Ye when we joke about pre-dungeon Mithrun being catty, it’s more like he’s catty on the inside. He’s canonly critical and judgmental and angry in his own mind, but I think he also genuinely loves his friends. He just can’t help but be a negative nelly in his head bc insecurity and whatnot. I think if pre-dungeon Mithrun was especially close to someone, close enough to let his true nature show(which would be incredibly rare) then he’d express those thoughts outwardly. But in secret. Nobody realizes he’s catty, but he is. Because he’s passive aggressive and fake lol

I do think post-dungeon Mithrun is a jerk too, but he has no reservations about expressing it anymore because he has no desire to keep up appearances. He doesn’t dislike his old self because his old self was mean, he dislikes his old self because he just automatically dislikes himself in any form. And even then I think that’s subconscious. When he corrects Kabru and basically says ‘no I wasn’t perfect at all’ he’s just stating a fact. He has very little feeling on the matter other than resentment towards his own actions and emotions that led him to the demon and subsequent trauma.

I think Misiril prob taught him that being relatively polite gets him places, it keeps everybody around him from wanting to leave. And if they left then he wouldn’t have the necessary manpower to defeat the demon. So if he makes the decision to keep certain thoughts to himself, it’s either because it’s easiest/out of habit/to prevent an obstacle in his quest. I mean obviously he still says outlandish crap (“Inferior species.” “CAPTAIN THATS RACIST!”) but I think that’s because he knows it wont really matter in the long run in those cases, so he just says whatever’s on his mind without a care of how it sounds.

But yeah post-canon Mithrun would probably be way more relaxed. If he’s with someone he’s close to, he’d point out an ugly shirt. I wouldn’t call him catty, because there’s no passive aggressive-ness there. He’s just blunt. His old self would have an absolute heart attack because iTS NOT PROPER STOP IT YOURE GOING TO MAKE PEOPLE HATE YOU!!!

The juxtaposition between his past and present is so interesting. They’re like two different people, so different but still similar in some ways. Hmm

[george-weasleys-girl]

YULE TIDE REQUEST COMING IN HOT BC ITS COLD

Could you write something where the Weasleys are heading to spend Christmas at the order after Mr Weasleys attack (so could be a bit angsty to start), and on their arrival they find Y/N there with Sirus, her Dad and her Uncle Moony, telling her and the trio how they set up the old order back in the day and reader talks about setting up a new one, but the twins (Fred is her bf) didn't know who her family was as she kept it secret, all these years, even more so as Lupin teaches them all Defence Against The Dark Arts. Maybe a bit of akwardness at first when she explains why she couldn't tell them (rumours going around the magic world etc), but cute fluff after when they continue discussing the order, open presents etc. I need cute fluff 🥰

❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

Fancy Meeting You Here

I goofed and posted this early.🤦‍♀️My only other option was to delete it. So, here it is. Merry Really, Early Christmas! 🎁

Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

~•~

"It seems there was some rather unusual kind of poison in that snake’s fangs that keep wounds open," Arthur had explained. "They’re sure they’ll find an antidote. Though, they say they’ve had much worse cases than mine, and in the meantime, I just have to keep taking a Blood-Replenishing Potion every hour."

It was touch and go for a while, but you'd never know it talking to the Weasley patriarch. Despite excruciating pain and losing half his body weight in blood every day, Arthur had remained in high spirits throughout the whole ordeal.

Fred wished he could say the same for himself. Oh sure, he played it off well enough, making jokes and being silly, but truthfully, it had scared him. The knowledge that his dad could've died had shaken him to his very core, and he had no idea how to handle that.

He was certain things would've been better if his girlfriend was by his side. But, sadly, her parents had insisted she come home for the holidays, leaving him to muddle through on his own.

~•~

"Y/N!" Fred ran toward, picking her up in his arms and twirling her around. "I can't believe you're here!" He exclaimed before a confused look settled on his face. "Wait... why are you here?"

His girlfriend gave him a sheepish grin. "There's something I need to tell you."

Fred sat back, stunned. "Sirius is your dad?"

"Sirius Black?" George echoed.

"Yes, Sirius Black is my father." Y/N confirmed.

"But, how?" Fred blistered.

"Well, you see, when a man and a woman - " George began.

"Shut up, George," Fred cut his eyes over at his twin. "I know how," he looked back at Y/N. "But, you know... how?"

Y/N had to stifle a grin. "It's a long story, but suffice it to say, my mum isn't in the picture. My Uncle Mooney took care of me while dad was in Azkaban."

"Wow... " George marveled.

"Why did you tell me?" Fred asked.

"I had to keep it secret. Dad's on the run. Death Eaters are everywhere, and we're starting the Order back up."

"The order?" Her boyfriend looked excited at the prospect. "The Order of the Phoenix?"

"Yep," she confirmed. "With Death Eaters crawling out of the woodwork again, not to mention the possibility that Voldy could come back if he hasn't already, they thought it be a good idea to revive it. And Grimmauld Place will be the headquarters this time around."

"Wicked," Fred replied. "So, my girlfriend is in league with infamous Order of the Phoenix."

Y/N laughed. "I don't know if I'd go so far as to say that. But, yeah, kinda."

"Well," George clapped his hands on his lap and stood. "That's all I need to know right now to know this is going to be an awesome Christmas." He looked at Y/N. "Just a suggestion. You might wanna wait until Harry gets here to get into the fine details. That way, you don't have to tell it twice."

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, good idea."

George grinned. "Well, I'm gonna go find something to eat and let you two catch up."

Once George was gone, Y/N scooted closer to Fred. "I'm glad we get to spend Christmas together after all."

"Me too," he smiled. "It's been a rough couple of weeks."

"I'm really glad to see you're dad's doing better. I was really worried about him."

"So, was I," Fred admitted, his cheeks growing hot. "I - I really missed you being there with me."

Y/N smiled, pretending she didn't notice the lovely blush rise up across his cheeks and pulled him closer. "Well, I'm here with you now."

"I'm glad," Fred gave a small grin and looked down, trying to hide the stubborn crimson that'd taken up residence on his face.

"But, you know," Y/N continued. "You're failing in your duties as a good boyfriend."

"What?" Fred looked up, eyes wide.

"You've been here for a whole half hour, and you haven't kissed me once."

"Oh dear, you're right," he sat up straight, and his usual, confident cockiness came roaring back. "I must do something about that immediately."

~•~

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[peanut-with-wifi-access]

MOON🐇PAW

[base by lilliepaws on deviantart]

design notes, bonus images, hopes & headcanons, and other stuff below the cut!

-–·—Design Notes—·–-

•yes chimeras can look like this. they don't all look the exact same ofc, and split-face torties exist, but a chimera CAN be this

•ginger "spotted" (can't remember the exact term) tabby w/ green eyes + black/blue colorpoint tux w/ yellow eyes

•two tails bc this is a fantasy series I do what I want (the orange tail doesn't work btw)

•ears are two different sizes! it's slight but fucks with her hearing a bit

•her pupils are colored like that bc on her ref image only the green eye has sparkles

•the bandaids are supposed to be bits of cobweb, please refer to hc:❢

•wearing daffodils bc unrequited love and narcissus iykyk (moon^2 💞)

•wave patterns like rippling water, sun-shape patches, and moon face/tail markings! bc yeah!

•orange side meant to resemble a sunrise, black side meant to resemble a cool night sky

•this design will 100% change, I am incredibly indecisive [times changed: 2] ~🥜❦

•bonus images!

-–·—Hopes & Headcanons—·–-

•intersex transfem, she/her, objectum pan/ace

•not thrift & bay's bio kit cuz incest. they found her in the woods.

•moon^2 lowkey owns my soul. this cat is in love w/ a puddle.

•might be related to Sol somehow idk I hope

•voice in her head is the twin she absorbed in the womb, they're not actually evil just wanna help and give warnings while also being a little silly :3 Moonpaw just calls them Voice since she's bad at naming things

•I need Moonpaw to be a weird girly. I want her to play with bugs and ask weird questions and be so so strange and zone out during attempted medcat lessons and invent taxidermy and—

❢manifesting clumsy protag plz I need some rep for "can see perfectly fine just zero spacial awareness" girlies

•please have her dramatic moment be during a blood moon/lunar eclipse please that's all I need in life

•BECOMES A WARRIOR PLEASE ERINS PLEASE

•full name will be Moonrabbit (jade rabbit on the moon iykyk)

-–·—Other Stuff—·–-

•leaf and tawny are so gonna adopt this strange baby

•once again, design and stuff subject to change

•the moonpool is gonna get poisoned/polluted and moonpaw's gonna dive in to fix it, therefore becoming one with her love (the moonpool)

•once she emerges as Moonrabbit, she becomes the new connection to starclan (rock kinda deal) and leads the clans to a new territory as the twolegs close in

•beach territory post big timeskip arc 10 please—

•she eventually retires and becomes a kp bc girly needs a warm fireplace and a nap 😔

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[crazybiaatch]

Silco and Jinx were never weird

I saw yet another tik tok calling Silco a pdf file for his interactions with Jinx, so I need to rant and defend my favourite mentally ill daddy/daughter duo, so spoilers ahead

END OF ACT 1

At the end of act 1 we see Silco and Powder in very similar postions. They have both just lost a sibling in the worst ways imaginable (to them, at the time). They obviously feel very differently about these losses, it was always in Silco's plans for Vander to die, but all the emotions from when Vander turned his back on their dreams had resurfaced while he was talking to Vander, whereas Powder had just tried to prove herself to her big sister and instead of being proud, Vi was angry, and told her that Milo was right, that she was a Jinx. So, when Silco accepts Powder's hug and even reciprocates, it does make some sort of sense. Not to us, and not to the people around them, but Powder and Silco are feeling very similar emotions, anger, confusion, betrayal, ect. Silco sees these emotions in Powder, and takes her in. We don't get to see much of their relationship here since this is the very beginning of the relationship, but I felt like pointing out the basis of their bond was important.

ACT 2

This is where some people start thinking their relationship is more sexual than it is. This is because of how touchy they are with each other. I'm talking about the scene where Jinx sits on Silco's lap.

Now, two points to get out of the way. 1, plenty of people show physical affection to their fathers this way and similarly, there is nothing wrong with this as long as it never crosses boundaries, and I cannot and will not speak on actual relationships I have no knowledge of, everything I am about to say is within the context of this fictional relationship within this fictional world. 2, Jinx is both Silco's adopted daughter (no blood relation, both of her blood parents are dead) and around 18-19 years old during acts 2 and 3, she is also severely mentally ill. Not in a silly, joking way, she at least has paranoid schizophrenia.

Silco and Jinx's relationship is not a normal father/daughter relationship. It literally never could be. Silco has been extremely traumatised by what happened with Vander and Jinx has devolped severe mental health issues while in Silco's care, while also being traumatised by what happened with Vi. So, instead of the breakdown I did above, I'm just going to point out things to contextualise how touchy Jinx an Silco are to each other, and I'm just going to go as chronologically as I can (I've rewatched this show 3 times, and I am rewatching all Silco and Jinx interactions as I write this)

1x04:

Silco defends Jinx, in the conversation with Sevika after the Firelights fight. Sevika was 100% right, and a cold-hearted leader like Silco would usually agree with what she was saying and punish Jinx accordingly. Instead, he tells Sevika to "not dissapoint him" (do better) and sends her away, before asking for Jinx's side of the story. Not to sound like I have daddy issues, but my dad woudn't even do that for me. (quick little aside bc its on my screen right now - that monkey thing on Silco's desk? Adorable, anyone who claims to not know that Silco was Jinx's dad is clearly not paying enough attention)

Now, the infamous moment. Silco hands his eye-needle-thing to Jinx, and she moves to sit on his lap and wraps a hand around his neck as he leans back (pictures below).

These pictures show just how physically close they are (literally touching) and yes, I can see how this looks weird, trust me, I've seen the fanart (i wish i didn't) BUT that doesn't mean I think that reading is right! For starters, physical closeness doesn't immediately mean sexual or even romantic tension, if this was true, that would ALSO mean that Vi and Jinx have a weird relationship (pictures below)

Woah! Look! Physical closeness! They're even closer than Jinx and Silco! So, it's not the closeness that makes it weird. Maybe it's the actual actions! Vi is just hugging Jinx, whereas Jinx is sitting half on top of Silco. To inject 'medicine' into his eye. I would like to see you do something like that standing away from someone. The two times we see Silco get his injections, Jinx has to lean over him to get it done correctly, and when she rushes it the second time, it hurts him. (another thing this scene is showing us is how much Silco trusts Jinx, who would you let stab you in the eye? Probably someone you consider family, right?) But okay, it could be the dialogue that's got tension right? They're talking about Vi. And then they're talking about Zaun. And then Silco gets stabbed. And then Jinx goes straight back to sitting away from him. They only touch for a matter of SECONDS (about 10ish seconds, give or take since we don't actually see when Jinx moves away again) though in word it could be longer because of the glitch effect we get when Jinx talks about Vi, but it's not like Jinx was sat on Silco's lap for half an hour. She only moved to touch him a) when he asked (by offering the needle) and b) to help him, and moved away as soon as she was finished helping him. The rest of the interaction could either be read as fatherly or condescending, both are true enough ("Take some time" "I don't need it" "Take it anyhow") so this interaction? No tension. None. If you do see sexual tension, you are reaching. All I see is a father/boss trying to comfort his daughter, and then moving on to reprimanding her for her mistakes and essentially grounding her.

Their next interaction, after the bombing. Silco storms in and starts yelling at Jinx until she gives him the hextech crystal and hugs him. I wouldn't even call this interaction very 'fatherly' since Silco barely even hugs Jinx back and just stares at the crystal. This is more Silco the Boss than Silco the Dad. I guess you could say the way Jinx walked before hugging him was a little flirtatious? But that's pretty much how she always moves. I don't have much to say about this one, it's fairly straightforward, at least to me.

1x05

Silco defends Jinx, yet again, this time from Marcus who is trying to demand Jinx getting arrested. Silco is tense and turns down Marcus's idea immeadtly.

Not much happens, they're seperate for the rest of the episode until...

"You're the only one I can trust with this, Jinx."

This honestly is my main point. Jinx is one of three people Silco trusts. (the other two are Sevika and the Doctor, and he moreso trusts that they will listen to him, and he doesn't trust them anywhere as much as he trusts Jinx) Jinx is the one that is trusted with his medicine, and through the show, no one else really touches Silco. What I'm saying is, the man was drowned by his brother and hates the idea of other people touching him, except for Jinx. He obviously sees her as family of some kind, his every action and word screams it. (tiny aside, the look on his face at the end of that scene? my heart shattered. No one could make me hate him after that, he looked so scared and heartbroken.)

The next weird scene also happens this episode. The lake scene, or as I call it, the baptising scene. Silco dips Jinx below the water of the lake he was nearly drowned in, and to do that he holds her hand and holds the back of her head, and leans with her to dip her under water. They get very very close, and without the previous context I could 100% see how people would think this scene is romantic. But with the context of both their relationship and the actual action he's doing? He's baptising his daughter. (pictures below)

I'm not sure if any of you guys have seen an adult baptism, but I have thanks to my religion class, and let me tell you, those priests get REAL close. Not to mention, this is the same lake he nearly died in. Of course he's going to want to be close to make sure she's alright. He doesn't get any closer, the only reason they're that close is because its when Silco is starting to tip her backwards, but while Jinx is still holding herself upright.

(honourable mention moment - Silco in the last scene of this ep is amazing and I commend the animators for being able to show his emotions so clearly.)

1x06

This first scene with Jinx doesn't add anything to the relationship with Silco BUT it does contextualise how touchy she is. She hugs this random guy. Sure, it's to plant a glitter bomb to his back and scare him, but still, she doesn't even know his name. Same with the Sevika scene, she's practically on top of Sevika, and then once Sevika tells her about Vi, she pulls Sevika so close that I just know they could smell each other's breaths. Their foreheads are literally touching.

So much happens this episode thanks to Silco and Jinx both finding out about Vi, but there are 2 things I want to note, 1, Silco praises Jinx to Vi, just. I wish MY dad did that. 2, this is the big shift away from Powder (Vi) to Jinx (Silco).

ACT 3

1x07

(sorry just - the ash tray covered in crayons? I did that to my parents ash tray once)

This is where the show stops going for subtext. Sevika compares her relationship with her dad to Jinx and Silco. THAT IS TEXT.

Anyways, the next big scene. The second injection.

"We are family."

I saw someone seriously try to say they never thought Silco and Jinx were family. Did you just, not watch the show? "Oh she's sitting on his lap again." Yeah she's also stabbed him in the face twice and in the neck once. Does that scream sexual tension to you?

1x08

Okay, so, Silco kisses Jinx this episode. On the forehead, while she's on her deathbed. He kissed her the same way I kiss my nephew goodnight. I cannot stress enough, I am a Jegulus shipper and even I am not seeing romantic or sexual tension and he actually just kissed her.

"I, too, once had a daughter" again. A character comparing their father/daughter relationship to Silco and Jinx.

1x09

(quick note - the way Silco acts when Renni's son dies is iconic)

Circling back to the trust thing, he is literally putting his life in Sevika's hands, she can chose to be loyal to him or to join Finn, and he knows that the choice is hers. Look at how he acts after she swings her sword. He is hyperventilating. He sat still and patient while Jinx literally stabbed him with that needle thing, but when Sevika had the choice between a gutsy kid or her longtime boss he feared for his life. Sure, he pulls himself together, but that was pure PANIC

Anyways, big moment here.

"You're my daughter." Silco to Jinx, moments before disaster. If you manage to watch that and still look back and think "The writers were trying to communicate that there was a sexual relationship between them." you are a child left behind.

To sum my points up + stuff that doesn't really have a nice spot to put it:

Silco and Jinx are the only people they truly trust. Silco hates being touched and Jinx is a very tactile person, she is also consistently the only person that touches Silco.

This relationship isn't normal or healthy, it's co-dependent asf but it's also 100% platonic and never once moves towards sexual or romantic

This is dedicated to the people that think their relationship is gross, not to the shippers. The shippers are already too far gone.

Watching the whole show through only Jinx and/or Silco scenes is still cohesive and you don't see Jayce until the very end, 10/10 for the writers

[ravewing]

Could you talk about your infection au? I'm invested in it and I've been thinking about it all day

YES HULLO !! i dont want to spoil anything too much and im also working on a field guide sort of thing for the different stages of infection so im gonna try not to talk about those rite neow BUT im so glad that people r enjoying it! so id been seeing these scary mlp infection things ALLL over my tik tok feed for weeks and i was like .. yanno .. itd be really silly if i made this wof .. so i spent like 3 days mulling over what i could make the infection actually BE and i almost made it like the icewing plague but like it went scary but i didnt really know how to keep going with that so then i came up with a super smart idea which turned into this😋i dont wanna say where it started yet cuz ermm lore stuff but i will say that liek in the story the infection doesnt officially have a name yet so everyones just calling it like. the sickness at jade mountain. most of the infected originated IN jade mountain with the first symptoms being noticed in moon and turtle respectively, and then with the icewing students. i cant tell you guys how they got sick bc again . lore ..... but i think that its like kinda possible to find out. but i dunno. vulture and fierceteeth are also sick. there is ONE singular factor that unites these 4 + icewings, which miight b the reason WHY they got sick.kinkajou technically SHOULD be sick but she isnt for another reason that i cant say but if you really look into wof lore then i think u can figure it out idk. the infections transmitted via saliva/blood transmission, so mainly bites. tail barbs of infected sandwings are capable of spreading the sickness. there are 4 stages (5 if you count death) and it takes around 3 to 3.5 weeks for all stages to finish,, by ep3 the sickness has been around for ~2.5 weeks. the only KNOWN cure is amputation of wherever the infected area is,, so MUCH easier in early stages, unfortunate if its on an inconvenient spot, and impossible after hives start spreading. obvi flame had to be important bc i heart flame and i was like .. wait .. hes a healer in canon ...... so that worked out perfectly !! ik that in canon liana is like one of glorys MANY bodyguards but idc shes a healer here bc ermm i said so . also liana and mango r dating but i dont think that its relevant to the plot theyre just girlfriends in my head . as of right now kinkajou and peril are the only known immune dragons, with kinkajou for reasons currently unknown and peril bc . yknow . shes on fire . glory is in close contact with ruby and both kingdoms have taken measures to notify their kingdoms; the rainforest is under a sort of lockdown with rainwings on constant patrol/lookout for outsiders entering, they accept anyone who isnt infected to stay there for refuge while the skywing kingdom is in basically total lockdown other than ruby's messengers. ruby and glory also exchange their respective kingdoms medical knowledge, with the skywings having very good technology and rainwings having an expansive knowledge on medical herbs. nobody has heard from coral- the last thing she did was call for anemone's return back to the kingdom, and once she arrived, they all went underwater and have since then cut all outside contact. the mudwings are aware of the sickness but have so far done nothing about it; moorhen has warned her subjects but thats really it. i havent really decided what the sandwings or the icewings are up to but let me tell you guys its looking really rough for the icewings . so far it looks as though royal icewings are more resilient- tundras currently sick, but the sickness seems to be progressing much slower. this was initially believed to be because of the cold, but then other icewings started getting sick, and so its believed to just be a royal thing- likely something in their genetics. icicle is also sick but shes in stage 4 .. pray for my girl guys. lynx is helping snowfall out the best she can, but with the population getting increasingly sick seemingly spontaneously, its extremely difficult and stressful. the talons have quarantined sanctuary too. ok im outta characters but ya ty 4 the support!!

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Okay but like...marine biologist MC who's two fave sea animals are eels (any kind) and octopi, and when it's cephalopod week they just barge into Monstro Lounge to tackle Azul and yell 'HAPPY WEEK OF THE CEPHALOPODS' as if it's his birthday and he's just confused af because wha??? Also although kinda invasive she asks questions about if they can do this or that (fun fact; octopi have detachable dicks) she's basically like Hange is to titans

I really like this idea bc it gives me an excuse to show you all my silly little merfolk anatomy headcanons :)

No real plot, just y/n being accidentally annoying.

Warning(s): fem reader, invasive questions

It was a calm afternoon.

It was October 8th, and all was well.

All was well... until you kicked open the doors to the Mostro Lounge and ran as fast as you could towards Azul, who yelled out in absolute terror when he saw you running towards him.

"HAPPY CEPHALOPOD AWARENESS WEEK!!" You yelled, tackling him to the ground.

"Happy.... what?"

"Cephalopod awareness week!" You responded. "You're a cephalopod, right? This is your week!"

"...what are you talking about, (Y/N)?"

You see, you were a marine biologist back in your world. And your favourite animals were eels and octopi.

You enjoy learning about sea creatures of any kind, but especially eels and octopi... and well, now that you know three merfolk- who are literally half marine life- you need to know everything about them.

"So, you and the Leech twins are of the same species, right?" You asked, prying his lips apart with your fingers to get a look at his teeth. "So why are their teeth sharp while yours look more like a human's?"

"Get off me please."

You got up and off of Azul, who also stood up and dusted off his clothes.

"I suppose I'll answer a question." Azul said.

"So are there different species of merfolk? And I don't just mean different bottom halves, I mean like... different classifications!"

"Yes, there are. I myself am what's known as a cecaelia." He explained. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to-"

"Is your blood blue?" You asked.

"...what...?"

"Octopi have copper-based blood, as opposed to human's iron-based blood, which makes octopus blood blue rather than red! So is your blood blue?" You excitedly asked.

"(Y/N), as I said, I have to get back to-"

"Can you regrow your limbs?"

"Arms and tentacles, yes. Now, I really-"

"Do you have bones when in your mer form?"

"Yes but I have none from the waist down. (Y/N) I have to-"

"Do you have a hectoctylus?"

"W-we don't need to talk about that right now." He said, blushing and looking away.

"Heyyyy Azuuuuuuul~!"

"Ah Floyd thank the Seven you're here. Azul sighed. "Please entertain (Y/N) while I manage the Lounge."

"What?"

"Good luck!" Azul said, running off.

...

"So do you have pharyngeal jaws?" You asked, looking upwards at Floyd.

"Pharyngeal-? Like, in my throat?" He asked. "I mean yeah, I do, but I don't see how that's-"

"Why did merfolk evolve the way they did? You're clearly sea creatures, but your top half looks like a human. Why is that?"

"Well, I think there are two theories... it's either that we used to be humans that evolved to live in the sea but like, that's hiiiiiiiighly debated. The other theory's that we evolved to look like this to trick humans into throwing themselves into the sea... so uh... why're you asking this?"

"Were you transparent when you were born?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Are you bioluminescent?"

"Yep."

"How poisonous is your blood?"

"How am I supposed to know that????"

"Can you unhinge your jaw?"

"Yeah. But you know, it's kind of a-"

"Can you show me!!?"

"I mean... I guess I don't see why not..."

"Floyd! This is a family friendly café! This is no place for initiating a mating ritual!" Jade said, hands on his hips.

"I wasn't tryna initiate anything! (Y/N) just asked me to show 'er how I can unhinge my jaw!"

"It's still quite inappropriate."

"Welp. I'll take this as my chance to skedaddle. She's your problem now, Jade."

"Excuse me-?"

"Bye-bye~!"

Floyd ran off much like Azul did earlier.

"Does Azul have a beak?"

"I... what? Why would you want to know that?"

"Do you swallow prey whole?"

"Yes, but (Y/N), I-"

"Is there a food chain with merfolk? Like, do merfolk eat each other?"

"Quite unfortunately, yes. But you should really-"

"Can I get a look at your pharyngeal jaws?!!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Oh wow (Y/N) would you look at the time? The Lounge is about to close! Please feel free to come tomorrow and actually buy something!"

Jade pushed you out the front door.

"Should we just ban her from entering the Lounge?" Azul asked.

"I mean, we tried that with Rook and it didn't help. At all." Floyd said.

"Maybe we should just bite the bullet and let this happen." Jade suggested.

The three sighed.

Oh well. At least they know about this apparent "cephalopod awareness week" now, and can hold some kind of event at the Lounge and make more money. Yay.

[atopvisenyashill]

alright things i liked

baela pointing out that jace is not the first bastard to inherit a seat that isn’t his by blood. that was a fun convo and i loved the back and forth and i love that she comes at it like “why are you moping do you think you’re the only bastard in the fucking world” and jace is like barely able to argue his point that LIVING that reality is so much more draining than she realizes, he’s too busy daydreaming about strangling ulf to death over the kitchen table.

everything helaena did. sensing daemon is having a dragon dream and using it to get him back to rhaenyra’s side, the way she really was listening to alicent’s idea about running away to essos together, letting her mother speak her piece in her defense, then going out onto the balcony knowing aemond is going to corner her and giving him the dressing down of his LIFE while he cries, all very good.

abigail thorne. omg. am i mad she’s not sabitha frey? yes. was she still hilarious? also yes.

ESSOSI OUTFITS THAT LOOK GOOD. WE GOT BLUE HAIR FOLKS!!!!

ulf and hugh and addam. trying to find their place, trying to bond with their dragons and each other, unsure of their footing. addam looked ready to turn to goo in his chair. hugh wincing at every “lowborn” quirk ulf has. ulf going ham on acting like ulf bc he’s nervous & telling jokes to cover it. loved it.

alys alys alys. crying at daemon’s bedside at what’s to come, at what she’s going to face next. do you think she saw simon’s death and wept for her silly uncle. does she grieve her cousins before they have even died. does she weep at daemons bedside knowing she’s leading him to his end.

larys and aegon. the whole scene was so good, the way larys is really trying to convince aegon to leave & fight another day and he has like a VERY solid plan but aegon is so completely shaken up bc he just had no idea aemond hated him that much, this is just what love is to him, is this constant push pull of humiliation and abuse that hes still as blind as he was when he was a child to the way his actions affect aemond.

alfred brune just nervously disappearing into the crowd after Daemon gets everyone singing “god save the queen” is so fucking funny. man is like “oh i misread that one HARDCORE i am about to get ate by a fucjing DRAGON while those two watch and fuck nasty” his ass is GRASS lmao

things that were booty, ass even

every single scene helaena had should have come earlier in the season. there’s no reason alicent & helaena couldn’t have had this convo in the last episode instead of alicent fucking off to the godswood for a swim.

i think it’s fine In Theory that alicent goes to rhaenyra and basically surrenders. she’s been shut out of power, she’s lost control of aemond, she’s terrified for helaena’s safety, and otto who was her rock & partner in all things has been gone for a long while. she’s floundering, her shitty boyfriends have abandoned her, she thinks her only shot is to work out a surrender with rhaenyra. COMMA BUT. caving to rhaenyra saying “i’m gonna have to execute aegon” was dumb & ooc. i’m tired of all these little trips between KL and dragonstone. i think that confrontation lacked a lot of punch, alicent was FAR too calm. idek what they’re doing w alicent’s reactions half the time tbh, this feels once again like being unable to let an actress just look ugly for a minute. even during a scene where she should ostensibly be nervous and freaking out, she looks immaculate & prettily distressed. i’m very much over it esp with how often we’ve seen rhaenyra look banged up or windswept or tired or whatever this season.

officially fridging marilda just takes so much intrigue out of the hull boys & alyn specifically. marilda is the only baseborn or lowborn character we get in the book that isn’t shit talked and this is likely due to alyn making SURE his mother is respected. to cut all of that for….what? more manpain? unacceptable.

pls tell me why tyland gets more haha jokey scenes than baela and rhaena get for any scenes at all. baela fights and SURVIVES the last dragon battle in westeros. rhaena is the last dragon rider until dany. they are powerful political forces just as their grandparents and parents. but they just do NOTHING it is so FRUSTRATING.

in theory i’m fine with aegon thinking sunfyre is dead and then finding out he’s alive bc sunfyre has come to rescue him from something. but if sunfyre doesn’t show up WAY EARLIER than the swan dive, if they CUT SOMEHOW THE SWAN DIVE and we don’t get to see aegon snot-crying and screaming as he holds baela’s burnt open face against a headstone and screams that he’s going to kill her for killing sunfyre while she’s glaring and daring him to fucking do it then, you all will never know peace from me. i will literally never stop bitching i will become the most annoying poster on this website i will find condal and hess and i will-

all build up and for WHAT. did they forget that even tho s6 ended with a bunch of shots of people’s armies moving there was an entire fucking battle that happened and then cersei committed religious terrorism??!!!

OH SO WE KEEP YAPPIN ABOUT DAERON ALL FUCKING SEASON JUST THIS RANDOM ASS FOURTH CHILD THAT WE DIDNT HEAR ABOUT ONCE LAST SEASON, AND ALL WE SAW WAS THAT TWO SECOND SCENE OF TESSARION FROM THE TEASER??

AND WE DONT EVEN SEE DREAMFYRE??

[dreamy-jaeger]

I Know The End | Ch. 1

Zombie Apocalypse!AU, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader

Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, age gap, found family, and eventual smut ;) but not til wayy later

Summary: It’s been years since the apocalypse started, years of Y/N being on her own save for her furry companion that was always by her side. Y/N thought that it was just her and her dog. That was until she ran into people who would change her life, she has yet to know if it’s for the better. 

Masterlist 

A/N: YES okay, it was The Last of Us that brought me back from my writers block grave. everybody say thank you daddy joel for bringing my spark back. and I’m such a sucker for zombie content that i NEEDED to see Eren in this situation. thus this fic was born!!! i hope you like it!!! and i hope it’s worthy for my re-debut 😩😩😩 oh and DISCLAIMER: the zombies in this fic are more like The Walking Dead zombies bc they are easier to write imo

chapter one

Beams of sunlight filtered through the rustling leaves that stood above her. Their dead counterparts crunched under the heavy footfalls of her boots. In the distance the songs of birds could be heard, almost like everything was normal. Like the world lived on.

The blood on her hands said otherwise. 

The girl let out a low whistle. Inconspicuous enough not to be noticed through the birdsong, but enough to have her companion be back at her side in a moment's notice. Tail wagging. Another misconception that things were still intact

A strained, painful groan escaped from somewhere in the bramble that surrounded the girl and her dog. A quick glance to her left showed one of the monsters tangled up in some rope. Surely a preconceived demise to escape the horrors that were inevitable. He was stuck in place, held back by his last ditch attempt of freedom. A waste of an arrow, bullet or even energy if she had chosen to use her knife. She moved on. 

“C’mon” She said softly to her dog, who had stopped to sniff at the makeshift fire pit that the man had left behind. Seeming to be his only property as there was no stock of supply that the girl could root through. 

The lack of possessions didn’t escape the girl's notice. In fact, it might have started to weigh too heavily on her mind. Who was the man that was now unrecognizable to anyone he might’ve loved? What were his interests? His dislikes? Why didn’t he have anything to his name? What was his name?

It was hard for the girl not to realize that he was once like her. Living and breathing with hopes and fears. Blood pumping through his veins. A heart that beats.

It was a fool's game, to linger on what these things used to be. If you got caught up in the tragedy of it all you were soon to lose your life. But she couldn’t help it. It was who she was down to the core. She had loved with her whole heart. Cared with every fiber of her being. But these days, if you live with your heart on your sleeve it just made it that much easier for something to kill you.

Somehow she survived. Even with the emotional habits she had brought with her from her long-forgotten past. 

Maybe it was luck. But of course, she would not put it that way as it was now just her. No one that she loved was left. 

If you didn’t count the one thing she was able to preserve from her childhood, whose tail could now be seen disappearing through a thicket of trees.

“Shit.” The girl muttered, picking up the pace of her steps as she followed the dog through the forest. Stress had always stiffened her shoulders whenever that silly dog decided to stray off path. And it wasn’t any different now as she tried to keep the black and tan tail in sight through the overwhelming sea of green. 

Luckily her dog was smart enough to stop and wait until she was by her side again. And at the end of their impromptu journey— When they stood at the treeline, overlooking a small clearing that was home to a cabin, the two of them caught a glimpse of movement. 

Well, more than a glimpse. 

The girl saw two people. A man that looked particularly hardened by the severity of this unwelcome lifestyle (though somehow still very handsome), aiming his gun at whatever had them in such a desperate state. And a young girl— most likely barely even a teenager— pulling at the locked door of the cabin. Their panicked shouts and disarray was loud enough to draw in every skin-eater within a miles radius. Which was proven with the small herd that stumbled their way towards them from the other side of the clearing. 

She watched as the man took over, kicking the door open and splintering the wood in the process. Safety had found the newcomers just in the knick of time as they escaped into the walls that probably wouldn’t hold for long if they didn’t do anything about the uproar they just attracted.

And now the girl was standing at a crossroad. She had a choice whether or not to help these people. And she saw the chance of her own escape. With the monsters distracted by their potential meal, with just one word, she and her dog could be back on the path that they had strayed from. They could forget about these people and keep on moving.

But instead— because of the huge heart that she seemed to have forgotten to leave behind in the past. The girl let out another whistle. A two-note tune that let her dog know that it was time to take action. And before she even realized what she was doing. She had taken the crossbow that was gifted to her from off her back and shot the first arrow. 

It landed with a resounding thunk into the nearest head. Her dog had already sprung forward, dead-legging any monster that had gotten in her path. The girl followed quickly behind, plucking the arrow from the first victim and piercing the skull of each fallen skin-eater that her dog had already taken down. 

As she was finalizing another death, one of them had almost gotten to her. Its grip brushed against the skin of her shoulder. The touch of death made her hyper aware of her surroundings. She rolled away just in time, scrambling back up on her knees to shoot an arrow right between its eyes. It slumped dead onto the ground.

In her peripheral vision, she saw as her dog's teeth tore into an undead arm, its rotten flesh ripping with an uncomfortable squelch as it detached from the body, Another arrow whizzed through the air. Their teamwork resulting in another victory.

A quick glance toward the cottage told her that there were only three dead ones that were left. They scratched at the door, seemingly deciding that the two people inside were an easier catch than the girl that was rolling around murdering their pack. 

She got up from the ground, her chest heaving with exertion, the knees of her jeans damp from the grass that had recently received a fresh coat of rain, eyes set on her last victims. Her hand moved swiftly towards the holster that held her knife. When she gripped the cool engraved medal of its hilt she flipped it into the air, catching it smoothly, before lunging towards the final three.

Within five minutes they were dead. More blood, added to her hands. But survival kept you moving. No time to wait. So she glanced around one last time, registering her dog sniffing around an out-of-season apple tree as if nothing interesting had just happened, deposited her weapons and then knocked on the door to the beat of shave and a haircut.

She didn’t realize there were voices coming from the other side of the door until they stopped. It was as if they were trying to hide the fact that there was someone inside. A little too late if you asked her, a smirk forming over her lips. 

“I know you're in there.” She called out. The voices started up again. Evidently in an argument.

The girl stood there, rocking back and forth on her heels as she waited. But it didn’t take long until the door whipped open, the speed of which sent a gust of air to tangle through the tendrils that had fallen out of her ponytail.

She was now face to face with the man that she saw.

She was right. He was handsome. But one might not have noticed right away through the dirt, grime and age that this apocalypse had sent upon him. His teal eyes were dark as he took in the sight of her. Hands locked around his gun as he pointed it at her chest.

Good thing she had put away her weapons. Who knows what he would’ve done if she was still up in arms. 

The girl lifted her hands in a form of surrender. The man considered her, and then after a drawn out pause, he took a step back as if he were inviting her to come inside. She probably should've stayed where she was. Not based on social cues but rather her own safety. Nonetheless she took him up on his unspoken offer, taking a single step onto the threshold.

Inside the cabin was… cozy. There was no other way of putting it. Though one could argue that another word for it was picture-perfect, which was rare to come by in the apocalypse. Not a throw-pillow or decorative antler was out of place. It was obvious that no one had lived— or tried to survive here. It must have been a home built solely for vacation time. A luxury that was long forgotten. Laughable even.

This place was the image of manufactured rustic living. Something that you might find in a travel blog. Though the person who put together a place such as this would probably faint at the sight of the three people who stood there now. Two of which had wary eyes on the woman that barged in unexpectedly.

“Um, I did the neighborly thing and cleaned up your front yard.” She joked under the pressure, jutting a thumb over her shoulder at the mess of decaying bodies behind her. 

The teenager glanced out the window, taking notice of the quiet state of the meadow, a feat that almost seemed impossible just a moment ago. Her eyes wide, she shared a look with the man she was with— confirming that they were now out of harm's way, her mouth forming over a silent ‘what the fuck’.

“Who are you?” The man grunted, raising his gun higher as if to emphasize the fact that she wasn’t to be trusted. 

“Straight to the point, I see.” The woman said, her hands still up in the air. She wondered if her sign of concession even meant anything to the man glowering at her. 

“You can put the gun down.” She added. “I don’t think I’m much of a threat to you.”

The man’s eyes flickered towards the stack of dead bodies that lay in front of the door, lingering on a hand that looked helpless, no sign of life, when just a few minutes earlier it was capable of tearing the flesh off of their bones. He looked back at the surprisingly unthreatening woman in front of him.

“I doubt that.” He responded. The woman glanced over her shoulder to where he was just looking, drawing a conclusion to what he meant by those words.

“Oh, you think I did that all by myself?” She asked with amused exasperation. Her lighthearted disposition baffled the two other people in the room. That was something they hadn’t encountered in a long time. They shared another look.

“There are more of you?” He asked.

“Just one.” She said after a pause. And then she let out the low whistle that she used so frequently these days. The man's eyebrows pulled together, confusion dawning his features as to why she was whistling. But the question on his tongue was answered when a moment later a dog came trotting through the door— braver than its owner and moving deeper into the cabin, nails clicking against the wooden floor.

“No way.” The teenage girl laughed, dropping to her knees as the dog bounded up to her, tail wagging ferociously at the sight of new friends.

The man stared in disbelief as the young girl scratched behind the dog's ears, a grin spreading over her features as it sniffed at her happily. His eyes shot back to the woman in the doorway, who looked way too smug for his liking.

“She would’ve been in here sooner, but you know… nature calls.” 

“You trust her out there alone?” He questioned. The woman shrugged.

“She’s a smart dog.” She told him, “Plus we sort of handled the immediate danger, if you hadn’t noticed.”

The man opened his mouth to respond to her sarcasm, but was interrupted by the teenager who was still enamored by the dog in front of her.

“What's her name?”

“Ellie.” The woman told her. “Eleanor P. Dog for long, if you want.”

“P. dog?” The man repeated, exasperated by her weird humor.

“Puppy dog.” She answered, “Just… something I called her as a kid.”

“How has she survived this long?” The younger girl asked. The woman laughed, but there was something melancholy in the sound of it.

“I didn’t give her a choice.” She responded, “I took the time to train her when all of this started. Turns out you can teach an old dog new tricks.”

“I’ll say.” The man said wearily, once again alluding to the damage they had done outside. At his words, it seemed that the dog was done greeting the teenager as she padded her way over to him. Somewhere in the haze of conversation with a person that wasn’t a 14-year-old girl he realized that he had lowered his gun. No longer a threat. The dog stared up at him with big brown eyes, her tail wagging lazily. 

The first thing he noticed— now that the animal was up close, was that she was an old dog. Gray hairs littered the fur surrounding her eyes and snout. It was honestly a miracle that she had lasted this long. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to let the girl become attached if he let these two stay any longer. He opened his mouth to tell them to leave, but was interrupted once again.

“So…” The woman started, clapping her hands together. “I assume you checked the place for skin-eaters?”

“Skin-eaters?” The teenager parroted, scrunching up her nose in the process.

“It’s what I call the dead ones.” She explained as she turned towards the door, taking one more glance outside before closing it shut.

“Oh… We call them walkers. And yeah, It’s all clear.”

“Gabby. What are you doing?” The man admonished. 

“I don’t know, giving her the rundown?” Gabby said, gesturing towards the woman, “She asked.”

“Yeah, well she doesn’t need to know.” He told her through gritted teeth. “She’s not staying.”

“Oh come on, I think she earned her keep.” Gabby argued, crossing her arms in that defiant way teenagers always seemed to do.

“We don’t even know who she is.”

“If that’s the only problem—”

“—It’s not the only problem—”

“What’s your name?” Gabby turned towards the woman, ignoring the older man.

“Y/N.” She offered. A small curious smile on her face as she watched the back and forth between the two of them.

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” The younger girl beamed, holding out her hand for Y/N to take. “I’m Gabby. This is Eren.”

Y/N moved to take her hand, Eren raised his gun again. The woman stopped to look over at the fuming man, his features hardened with frustration.

“I think I like her better than you.” She said, as she took the girl's hand in her own. The man scowled at her. She returned it with a grin. “At least she has manners.”

“Don’t mind him.” Gabby reassured, releasing the handshake after an appropriate amount of time and then stuffing her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt. “He’s this way with everybody.”

Y/N nodded her head in understanding, stealing one more glance towards the man before responding. “I don’t blame him. It’s not easy to trust strangers these days.”

“Then you understand why I have to ask you to leave.” Eren tried again.

“I think…” Y/N pondered, finally turning to face him, she took in the state of the man. How his long brown hair was pulled back in a low bun, small pieces of it framing his structured jaw, he had bags under his eyes probably due to lack of sleep. Though that didn’t take away from his apparent attractiveness. 

“That we should sleep on it.” She hastily added, ignoring the fact that she just admitted to herself that he was attractive. His jaw dropped in disbelief at her words. And he was sure to snap back at her with another demand to leave. But she didn’t give him the chance as she turned away from him, moving toward a door that most likely led to a kitchen.

“Hey!” Eren called after her in his deep voice, though it fell to deaf ears as she pushed open the door, letting it swing shut behind her. Unfortunately, the man didn’t give up that easily. 

A second later he barged in behind her. And before she even had a second to think about it, Y/N's back was pressed up against the rough surface of the exposed brick wall, a silver knife drawn up against her throat. Her breath hitched, but she knew not to make a fuss. So she didn’t scream or fight back, and allowed for this new position to take place.

“Look, I didn’t want to do this in front of the girl.” Eren growled, his forearm pressing against her chest, “But I don’t trust you, and if you want to get out of this alive— I suggest you give me one good reason not to kill you right now.”

“God… at least buy me dinner first.” Y/N grunted out the joke from under the weight of his arm, her hands now grasping at his forearm to try and ease her staggered breathing. Her efforts fell short. He was too strong. The man glared at her, she felt the knife press deeper into her skin, though it had yet to draw any blood. Clearly this man knew what he was doing with that thing.

“Guess this isn’t the time for jokes.” She relented. Eren just stared at her. She stared back, trying to muster up any semblance of bravery. When he didn’t say anything or do anything that might conclude in her death, she realized it was her turn to make her case.

“You must’ve been burned by a lot of people,” Y/N said simply, not as a question but rather a statement. She didn’t have to ask him if he had been hurt before, she already knew from the look in his eye, and the rough hands that didn’t hesitate to hold a knife to her throat. 

“I have too. There’s no getting by it, nowadays.” She continued, her voice was soft. 

“But I’ve also been saved countless times by good people. And I know for a fact that you have too. It’s what we do. We help each other. Anything good that has come out of this world— even before this shitshow started— was when we came together and did the right thing. If we didn’t we wouldn’t be any better than the walkers outside these walls. It’s what makes us human. And I’m a glass-half-full kind of girl. I like to think that there’s a lot more good than there is evil.”

“You don’t have to trust me.” She added after a spell of silence between the two, “But I think you know I’m one of the good guys.”

“How do you know that I am?” Eren responded gruffly, still not completely sold by her words.

“The fact that that little girl is in the other room, alive and breathing is proof you have a heart.” She answered matter-of-factly, “Plus if you weren’t a good person, you would have already slit my throat.”

“It’s not too late for that.” He muttered, though she could feel the knife slacken in his grip.

“I’ll take your word for it.” She replied, “But maybe we should do what I said and sleep on it. Take tonight to get to know each other, and if by the morning you still don’t trust me, we’ll talk about it then.”

Eren just looked at her. For a moment she thought that in the next she would be dead on the floor, crimson seeping from her neck, but he took a step back, the missing weight of his body giving her an odd feeling that was somewhat empty. She shook it off, instead focusing on trying to catch her breath and steady her beating heart that was ringing in her ears. 

She pushed past Eren, moving deeper into the kitchen, their shoulders brushing together, hoping that he couldn’t tell that he actually shook her. He didn’t make any movement to try and figure it out. 

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see if these people left anything good.”  She then said to the cabinets in front of her, not daring to look back to see if he was listening. The only thing that indicated that he was still there to hear what she said was the kitchen door slamming shut only a mere second after her words were spoken. Finally granting the space she needed to breathe.

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A/N: AAAH!! I hope you enjoyed!!! feel free to message me at anytime! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!! (and yes i did name the dog after ellie in TLOU)

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[fatuismooches]

I'M GIGGLING SO HARD LOOKIGN AT WHAT I CAUSED JUST BY SAYING YOU NEED TO WASH DOTTORE😭😭

But this also gave me a brainrot aboit bathing with harbingers

YES PANTALONE IS A RICH BASTARD and uses tons of skin and hair caring products. He enjoys being taken care of and will do the same in return, that's a fair exchange. Just wash his hair and listen to him complaining about his co-workers asking for budget raise for 10th time this month I think he's very stressed and tired by the end of the day, he might even doze off right in bath, since it's warm here and you gently stroke his hair (he looks cute-but wake him up please or he'll end up with sore neck)

Columbina gives me vibe of a person, who uses a lot of silly stuff, like bath bombs or salt. She's playful and will splash you, which will turn into a war with water being all over the floor (poor people who'll have to clean it up..). She's another one to possibly fall asleep in bathtub, so wake her up too. She also sings in shower

We should stop slandering only Dottore, bc Childe is also a type of person to give you a biiig hug, while covered in blood. But, well, he's easier to get to wash himself. Like Bina, he's also playful and will summon small water animals to entertain both of you (he will create a small narval and gently bup it on your nose... Before breaking it, so you'll have water over your face, bc you're so adorable when flushed!! You're allowed to splash him for this)

I think Sandrone forgets about bathing, drowned in her work and if you invite her, Sandrone will say she'll take a quick shower to return to her work. Please convince her to come with you, she needs rest. In bathtub, all of her thoughts are about unfinished projects :(

YEA STINKYTTORE IS SOMETHING ELSE 😭😭💀 AND OMG THANK YOU FOR THESE BRAINROTS💖💖💖

Hehe YES it's obvious Pantalone only uses the most exquisite, high-end products (have you seen his hair? absolutely LUSCIOUS) He probably made a deal with the company to have the stuff delivered to him regularly so he doesn't need to keep buying it lol, but YES he lovesss to pamper you but he also adores being pampered in return. But you gotta make sure you're a pro at it, don't tug or pull on his hair too roughly, be gentle when washing him, you know what I mean. Make sure to sympathize with him and be very soft as he complains to you about how that doctor is using up his funds with no progress. Make sure to give him lots of kisses when he decides the perfect napping place is laying on your chest in the middle of the big af bath tub 😭 (Also get him out of there because a sore Pantalone is a grumpy Pantalone) But he'd also be the kind of guy to be romantic as hell and put candles around the bath and have a book to read in there too :3

AND OMFGG 100% AGREE ON COLUMBINA SHE LOVES TO DO STUFF LIKE THAT. You two always try out new things to put in the bath, I feel like she's really one of those self-care people so your skin is gonna be ultra soft. Though she is extra silly and loves to set you up for literal ATTACKS by her (throw the rubber duckies at her pls) And yea she can fall asleep literally anywhere so try your best to get her out 😭 OMG the singing in the shower😭😭 I love her she definitely gets the best song ideas in there with you... it's brainstorm time

I HATE TO SAY IT BUT YOU'RE 100% RIGHT ON CHILDE...😭😭 Bro comes back after destroying multiple Hilichurl and Treasure Hoarder camps and is ready to hug you to death... baby i love u but CLEAN UP FIRST. But at least he actually loves the baths/the water in general so it's actually quite fun (you're just sad for the person who needs to wash his clothes 💀) He's actually so cute after a shower because his hair is all damp but then you get to see it fluff up back to life with that long ahoge 😭 He's also extra cuddly and won't let go of you <3

SANDRONE BABY NO... get her robots to turn against her. Don't let her leave until she's had a long, warm bath. Her mind will still probably drift to her robots and incomplete puppets... but give her a really good scrub and wash (she won't admit it but she feels way better after working nonstop) (she dives back right into working nonstop again though) Though i feel like she secretly likes to be pampered, lol she doesn't even walk by herself, her robot carries her. So though she doesn't express her gratitude much verbally she is thankful deep down.

[megamind0416]

Stefan VS Damon

Both are HOT. But...for different reasons. This is what I think.

Preface: I am new to the TVD fandom. I just finished season 2 and am a slow watcher since I am watching the series exclusively with my cousin whenever we hang out. Of course I am aware of the big debate...Stefan or Damon (although Jeremy Gilbert is superior imo lol).

Here is my (un)professional take so far:

Stefan would sacrifice you to save the world (bc that's what you want). He loves unconditionally and fully. He wants nothing more than for Elena to be happy, even if that means her happiness comes at his expense. He also completely understands the value that the people she loves have in her life, and he would understand that if it came down to it: her or the world(and therefore the people she loves), he should try to save the world FOR HER. Because Elena wouldn't want to live if the people she loves aren't there. Not only that, but my guy Stefan is a feminist, and everything that is done is always about ELENA'S CHOICE. That means even when he doesn't agree, or it is painful for him. He is always on her side.

On the other hand

Damon would sacrifice the world to save you. Because while Stefan loves softly and passionately, Damon loves recklessly and incessantly. Damon wouldn't spare a second thought to the world, because his love is like a fire burning desperately wanting more. He "loves" Elena, but her happiness is an after thought. He *s2 spoiler* would rather force his blood down her throat than risk the possibility of her dying and not coming back. Because he loves her and her ONLY. He doesn't think about what she would want...only that he couldn't bear being without her. And Damon would kill or destroy anything or anyone in his way if it meant that she was safe. Because while Stefan needs her happiness, Damon could care less about that...Damon just needs her. And this is by no means healthy...but golly gee, it's attractive.

Idk what is gonna happen. Maybe something significant will go down leaving me angry with Stefan, but as of right now I could not imagine him messing up that bad. Right now idk how I could ship Damon with Elena when Stefan is right there. Yes the chemistry between Delena is AMAZING, but he doesn't want what is best for her. And honestly, I kinda think that he views her as an idealized version of Katherine instead of who she actually is. Yes, Damon deserves love and deserves to be happy and I want nothing but joy for him, but I don't think that joy is going to come from Elena. Imo Stefan is so much better for her, and (as of rn) I stand by that.

If you read this, that's so silly goofy. Thanks for reading my rant tehehe. I'm intrigued to see if my opinions change haha. What do y'all think? (No major spoilers please! I know Elena and Damon get together at some point but have no idea how haha)

[bucknastysbabe]

Edit upon edit upon Picsart upon making Ewan’s face into a females for another edit and finding Tudor portraits and ta-da I still don’t like it all the way! But here’s Aemond’s twin really fucking pissed off she’s in a monstrosity of a gown. Then I wanted to write a lil blurb bc I love them

The Portrait - 128 AC

“I look like one of those peacocks,” she sneered, tucking a blonde lock behind her ear. Alicent frowned and clasped her hands, “You look gorgeous darling, maybe lift your lips a little, yes, straighten the back out”

The princess raised a brow when Ser Criston’s palm pushed her spine ram-rod straight. He offered a brisk smirk, mirth in his eyes. Alicent was well aware Criston knew the younger princess hated being in dresses, preferred boiled leather and leggings. More likely to be seen riding a dragon or in the training yard, dueling with a grim face.

Well she always had a grim face. Such was the way of the younger sister burning with a desire to outshine Aegon’s consistent blunders. She took to the yard and the library, rarely seen at a dance, only liked to come to tourneys for the rush. Alicent worried about the girl. Once when she was three-and-ten, a handsome Gulltown Arryn awarded her the Queen of Love and Beauty.

The ‘crown’ was briskly passed to Helaena and the little dragon called down, “Do I look like some flimsy maiden to you?” Ser Criston thought it was hilarious behind closed doors, hiding a snicker as the true queen palmed her face in irritation. She groaned, “I fear she’ll gut whoever gets my girl to the bedding ceremony.” The knight shrugged, “Some are destined a different path, look, Helaena is doing her duty.”

The queen stared at her girl all grown up now. She truly did look gorgeous, hair silky and that Targaryen blonde. Her and Aemond practically looked the same until. Well. They carried the same easy arrogance, inherited the lankier limbs of Hightower blood. Her daughter and Aemond even had the same face, hers just daintier and feminine. Alas they wouldn’t make a good match, too alike, and Alicent’s stomach couldn’t bear marrying any more siblings after the mess of Aegon and Helaena.

The princess complained, “Can Ser Cole stick around for this? I’d rather be entertained with his stories of gallantry, marcher shite, perhaps idiots at tourneys.” The white knight’s lips curled in humor, gloved hand holding her shoulder. He replied, “I don’t think me lurking in the back of your proposal portrait will make a good impression.”

“No, but it’ll show power, what happens if they think I’m some little quim to order around.”

Alicent caught the look on Cole’s face. He was fiercely protective of her. Cole rumbled, “A good point, but this is about you princess. Besides, I think a reputation precedes you. Hush and get this done or I’ll stick you fighting the straw knight.” She groaned and looked at the the stand where the artist would be soon.

“Mother, please, I shan’t do this. I don’t need to get married, Aemond and Daeron can make up for my lack! What if he’s a dullard, or sticks me in a castle? I will kill them! Enough! I look silly enough already,” she snapped while pulling at her thick green dress. The princess began to walk away against Alicent’s commands.

Criston stepped in front of the angered dragon and pointed at the seat, face unmoving. She tried to budge him, step around, dive even. Ser Cole finally snatched her up and chastised, “You aren’t getting out of this, don’t act like Aegon, just get it done. The queen stresses enough as if.”

Alicent had flopped onto a chair— unladylike and worn. She sighed, “Ser Criston, just pose for the painting. It needs to get done, just stand behind. I need to go see Helaena, I trust you to oversee the endeavor?”

“Yes my queen, of course,”

When the green queen stepped out, Criston gripped her shoulder again and hissed, “You acted like a child, you’re to be eight-and-ten, come on now.” He watched her frown and grow quiet. The princess murmured, “I do not wish to be married off. I’m better on the battlefield. I can’t do that if I’m some lords broodmare.”

“Don’t say that.”

Criston hated this too. He didn’t want his favorite princess going anywhere outside of his jurisdiction. Which was quite slim as a Kingsguard. The crown needed stronger ties of course, and to keep the bloodline active. Princesses were just the thing for that. But she wanted to be Visenya— own her destiny. Something he wished he could have the name and power to accomplish.

Criston lightly noted, “Maybe you’ll be like your eldest, find one who despises a womanly figure. Then you don’t have to do anything.” She sniffed, “But I do. No matter. The artist is here.” The knight felt her pain, giving a sympathetic squeeze of her shoulder. The princess promptly moved his hand to her arm— a more possessive gesture. He ignored the words in his head, the pang in his heart. At least the portrait would allow for some nice stories in his head.

“Go on Cole— who was the worst jouster you’d ever seen.”

He returned her gaze, that merlot sparkling with mischievous intent. Gods forgive his sorry soul.

[ghostclowning]

another day of zhushen agenda BUT it's ZZL being unreasonably hot when SQQ least expects him to. Like when he's talking to SQQ politely and calmly, then some demon tries to approach them and he gives them such a death glare that the poor thing perishes immediately regardless of its intentions. Then he turns back to SQQ and he's now absolutely normal. But SQQ isn't normal at all. He's never been hornier in his life. Gentle ZZL is cool but /srs ZZL???maybe even mad ZZL?? Fuck yes. Although perhaps he's feeling so safe thinking about such things only bc he knows for sure his husband won't ever intentionally hurt him. He really wants to hear ZZL call him a "bad boy" now though, whew.

And SQQ also likes to randomly touch ZZL muscles(if it doesn't distract him, of course...but sometimes even if it distracts him. After all, so far he never objected). Pure amazement. He wonders if ZZL could beat LQG if they had no swords(of course he wouldn't let these two fight, this sure would end up traumatic for both...but just for the sake of mental experiment? It's never wrong to imagine hot men in blood-). And he also thinks how he can do whatever with ZZL only bc ZZL chooses to allow him. Like "I braid his hair but he could easily braid my limbs! Sheesh!" But ZZL is just ready to tolerate any shit he does, even when he goes drinking with SQH(it never ends well)(ZZL gives him the /srs stare afterwards which SQQ a little bit enjoys ... secretly....).

[The truth is, he probably considers literally anything still better than standing lines for lewd fanfics]

Sometimes SQQ purposely tries to tease ZZL, but it often leads to an outcome he didn't expect, even if at first things go smoothly...He once tried to make his snake husband a little jealous, joke-flirting with soemone, but ZZL was just keeping silent, although he clearly was upset. Once they were left alone, he said he thought what he and master Shen had was just between them. SQQ was just heartbroken cuz his boy seemed so sad about it<3 He tries to reassure ZZL he was just fucking around but then ZZL pins him to the wall, grabs both his hands, immobilizing him with ease, his glance calm as ever but unusually stern.

"Master Shen has spoken enough today. But I see that I don't satisfy master Shen enough."

"Not at all, Xizhi-lang..."

"I have a name."

"...Ah? Sorry, Zhuzhi-lang...You really satisfy me! I was just being silly..."

"No need to pretend now. I understand," Zhuzhi-lang leans in and shuts him up with a kiss. Oh no. Practice shows that his 'understanding' of things is often different from normal... "If so, I'm afraid I have to fix my mistakes."

His firm tone makes SQQ feel things. God damn it, maybe he actually doesn't mind whatever is going to happen now. Although it wouldn't be so sweet if ZZL gave him a dose of blood parasites to control him. Yeah that would be less hot.

"I will make love to you all night. For every sound that you make, I will keep going."

SQQ had no idea how vocal he was in bed until now, and he cursed this trait of his now, because he also had no idea how long demons can go on. ZZL only let him go when he started literally begging for mercy. This really was enjoyable until SQQ got completely exhausted, and when he realized ZZL still stops when he asks properly, he thought that he certainly will do this again... sometime. When he's able to walk again, probably. Maybe.

SQQ also grew used to the snakes, even the demonic ones. When ZZL is not home, he talks to them instead. Keeps a little bowl of water for them even. Unexpectedly, him befriending the snakes actually helped to get them out of his bed... When ZZL saw how friendly he got with them, he gave him a strange look, but he hasn't found a single snake in his bed or in his clothes since. They still were everywhere else around the house, but, apparently, have learned that some things are not to be touched. They still touch master Shen himself though, but they, apparently, also were taught not to do so if master Shen minds...and this man once said he can't do anything about his snakes, huh?

And also SQQ collected a piece of snake skin ZZL shed. When ZZL found out, he was a little...repulsed. "Why would one collect something that came off their body? You don't collect fallen off hair..."

"But it's not hair! It's a piece of snake skin. It looked cool."

"...Should I start collecting master Shen's dead skin..."

"...uhm, alright, alright, you have a point. Please don't-"

"If master Shen likes such things, I could-"

"Please don't"

SQQ had no doubt ZZL could make all the snakes shed right in their house, and he clearly didn't need that. Did SQQ get rid of that one piece of snake skin though? Absolutely not.