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artdcnaldson · 5 months ago

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hi boo, as promised, my dodge mason thoughts :))) i was cooking up a storm lol (its very long, apologies)

dodge mason… the cowboy that you are. i need this man more than anything. something about that man just makes me wanna be a sweet innocent christian country girl lol. this is much more cheesy and cutesy than my previous submissions, he just makes my knees weak fr (but also i need him desperately)

im attaching this (hopefully it works) cuz its exactly how i picture him here

alright, picture me this, youve just moved with your dad to this nowhere town in texas. you know no one here, theres nothing to do, youve already graduated high school before the move. its just summer, in a strange place, full of strange people.

maybe youre kind of a farmers daughter type? youve moved onto a ranch, your dad is really into rodeos and he gets you your very own horse. but hell if you know how to ride a horse that big. youd only ever ridden ponies when you were little. its sweet of your dad though, at least now you have a friend to pass the time with.

on one particularly hot day your dad decides that you should go into town a grab a cool drink and enjoy some shade. you settle on the cute looking diner, very fitting for a town like this. if you happen to notice the cute boy behind the counter you dont say anything about it. just steal a couple glances at him, maybe blush a little pink when ordering your shirley temple with an extra cherry. (tihi)

if he notices how pretty your flowy little sundress hugs your waist or sits on top of your thighs while sitting in the booth, he doesnt say anything either. he simply makes a mental note to find out your name, he's sure youre new, he wouldve remembered you if youd gone to the school senior year.

some time later he meets your dad at one of his rodeos (competitions? idk, i am not a country girl yall). spots him in the crowd, sees his opportunity to find out your name. they get to chatting, your dads all too happy to talk about you, his pride and joy. he happens to mention that youre wanting to learn to ride your new horse. dodge happens to offer his assistance. how can he resist an opportunity like that? theres truly nothing he would love more than teach you how to ride... a horse, of course :)))

when your dad had told you hed found a cowboy to teach you how to ride, you had expected another one of your dads friends. already made peace with the fact that it would be slightly awkward but ultimately worth it. but then he shows up, the boy from the diner. a cowboy, huh? definitely not what you were expecting. but hes wearing the boots and the hat, he certainly looks the part. hopefully he can play it too. (also i need him to call me darling and tip his hat, i need to have it)

you try your best to get to know him while he's teaching you, but he's not big on answering questions, instead redirecting them back to you. he does laugh, a beautiful, intoxicating sound, when you make a joke about his name being very fitting. dodging all your questions. (legit giggling to myself rn) he tries to tell you about the town, but he doesnt know much more than you, except this weird game he's heard people are playing over the summer...

he asks a surprising amount of questions about your life, you had pegged him as the quiet, stoic type when you first saw him at the diner. but this charming cowboy whos teaching you how to bond with your horse - because apparently its important for her to trust you before you start riding her - is a totally different story. when you invite him in for some fresh lemonade, hes chatting away with your dad about rodeos and all the places nearby he needs to visit. it wasnt at all what you had expected from him.

he starts spending a lot of time around the farm, teaching you to ride your horse, your dad inviting him to come for dinner, or really any excuse he can find to drop by. hes totally enamoured with you, he even feels a little guilty about it. youre so innocent and pure-hearted, he really has no business flirting with you the way he is. hes sure you cant even tell most of the time, that same sweet smile on your lips every time he speaks. totally unaware of the way his gaze lingers, eyes wandering, glued to your ass when youre wearing those damned blue jeans.

it takes you a long time to learn how to ride your horse, but eventually you get good at it. the day you finally succeed at riding around the farm without his help, you both dread that it might be the last time he comes by. but the next time he shows up on a horse of his own. tells you that he wants to show you more of the area, he takes you around, you talk for hours. simply just enjoying each others company.

the time after that you're already waiting for him outside, that morning you had gotten up earlier than usual, just to spend extra time picking your outfit, styling your hair, blushing your cheeks. this continues for a while. your dad starts to notice, youre acting like a little schoolgirl around him. dodge can tell, hes basking in it, he loves it. his compliments become more frequent and more intentional.

eventually your dad insists on bringing you to one of the rodeos, youre hesitant, youd rather not end up trapped in a long conversation with one of his old friends. but when you realize that dodge will be there, competing, you immediately agree to go. youve never seen him in his element like that. you make sure to wear his favorite dress of yours and style your hair just the way he compliments it the most.

its not like youre together, but you want him to know that youre there for him. to see him. and oh he knows. the second he sees you, he knows. ugh he can barely contain himself. youre standing right there, dressed up just for him, watching him in awe as he hang on tight to the rowdy horse.

need him to come out all sweaty and running high on adrenaline. picking you up and spinning you around, his pretty little thing, all dressed up for him, special for him. i need him to be so caught up in the moment that he put his hat on your head, kissing your cheek. luckily your dad had left with some buddies, because everyone at the rodeo knows what it means to wear a cowboys hat, everyone but you. you dont realize that hes staking his claim on you, making it clear to anyone who looks at you that you're his. not that you would have minded that part if youd known.

i need someone to make comment/joke about the cowboy hat rule, and dodge teaching you to ride, to which you enthusiastically, but oh so very cluelessly, mention that yes, hes been trying teaching you for a while now. but that youre only just starting to it right, something about it all being in the hips. i need you to look up at him confused when he just drags you away, mumbling something about that guy being an ass and promising to explain later...

what the fuck do yall know about my man dodge mason. my man my man my man. i havent stopped thinking about him since that fancam... i need to be the innocent farmers daughter who gets corrupted by the handsome mysterious cowboy, such a clique, but i need it anyway!!!!!

-🐞

NEEDHIMNEEDHIMNEEDHIM

This is soooo so sweet too like :(( he’s literally the only thing that makes Carp bearable :((

Just thinking about like having your first kiss with him like maybe a cute little picnic you set up in a little clearing hidden away from prying eyes 🥺

It’s all innocent and sweet— you made little sandwiches, and cut up fruits, and made him a pie. Little glass bottles of lemonade. It’s all so sweet, like you’d copied it off of an old movie.

And you’re talking his ear off and he’s so fine with that— he’s more of a listener anyway. Besides, you look so pretty with your hair in braids, a little sundress, glowing from the sheen of sweat on your skin.

He interrupts you mid sentence with a kiss, nearly knocking his teeth into yours. Your eyes stay wide for a moment, but you melt into him like butter. Its so chaste and sweet, but you end up on his lap and his tongue is in your mouth and his hands are palming your ass 🥰

#needthat

#🐞 anon #dodge mason

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acidxinxwonderland · 1 year ago

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small spaces and large hands

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy/F!Reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was pull a harmless prank on your good gator friend, how were you supposed to know that you'd end up getting holed up in a closet with Freddy? Although just maybe it was all worth it in the end.

Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, No vaginal sex, thigh grinding, thigh fucking, Female Reader, Closet Sex, Praise Kink

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Just a fun lil one shot I've been writing for the past few days ^^ enjoy!! :D

The ao3 link in case that’s more your style: small spaces and large hands

Everyday you learn something new working as a maintenance worker at the Mega Pizzaplex, today is the day you learned that just maybe pulling pranks on giant animatronics is not the best idea. Especially if that animatronic is a gator with an ill temperament.

“Get back here brat!”

You hear him roar behind you while your legs carry you as far as you can go, trying your best to suppress your giggles as you look back to see the googly eyes still on his glasses. You whip your head back around, taking a sharp turn down a large corridor and seeing your knight in shining armor, Freddy.

“Freddy!” You stop right in front of him, panting out and looking up at him a panicked yet extremely amused expression your face.

“Superstar! Are you alright-”

You’re quick to interrupt him. “No time for that, I gotta hide, Monty’s after me!”

The animatronic bear stares down at you for only a moment before opening the door behind him and grabbing your shoulders. He picks you up with utmost ease, bringing you into a cramped closet and closing the door behind him.

It was too late for you two when you both realized he did not need to come into this closet with you.

You are now sandwiched between a giant robot made of metal and a cold hard wall, your lips tug down into a frown as you try your best to move to get some more room.

“This is uncomfortable.” Freddy bluntly states and you have to stop everything in your power to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, you think?” You huff.

“My apologies superstar. Here, I can adjust myself and make it more accommodating for you.” Freddy reaches down and grabs your hips with attentive hands, bending his knees to lower himself so he can press his back against the wall.

You let out a sigh of relief as he places you back down on the ground, giving you a bit more breathing room. It was almost perfect except for the thick thigh right in between your legs, only the smallest movement and you’d be brushing up against him.

“Is this better?”

“Yeah, much better, thanks bud.”

There was a silence that fell between the two of you after this, his blue optics fixated on you intently and although his presence was quite calm the air still felt thick around you. You try your best to think of something to say but thankfully he speaks first.

“So… Why are we hiding?”

“Well, it was supposed to be just me hiding but erm… I may or may not have put googly eyes on Monty’s shade when he set them down.” You let out a small chuckle, feeling satisfied with yourself. “Clearly, he did not think it was very funny.”

You expect to get reprimanded for your harmless prank from Freddy, but instead he lets out a deep chuckle that was like music to your ears.

“Oh my! That is quite hilarious.” He gives you a tender look, bringing his hand up to pat your head. “I am impressed, but of course, someone as clever as you would be able to pull something like this off.”

You smile up at him as you enjoy the contact. “Well I’m glad you think so. I mean, it was no biggie, I did want to take a picture but he figured it out pretty quick, you know… Not really being able to see very well as soon as he put the shades back on.” You snicker. “He immediately went after me too, didn’t even take off the eyes.”

“Hah! Really? I can only imagine how he looked.” Freddy’s tone was full of amusement. “Just be careful alright? Monty would never harm you of course, but he still has quite the temper…”

“I am well aware.” You nod your head. “I knew what I was getting into, it was worth it.”

“Well then I'm glad it provided you entertainment.”

Your eyes search his face for a moment; you really were expecting him to scold you for what you’ve done, he’s always on your case over the smallest things. It appears like pulling pranks on one of his bandmates was not worthy of one of his lectures.

You wait there for a few moments before you feel as though the coast is clear, although now you are starting to enjoy the closeness. You go to move but Freddy does before you, his leg moves upward and presses against your sex. Your eyes widen from the sudden friction, a small gasp falling from your lips.

“Are you alright?” Freddy was quick to check on you, his head tilting to the side. Does he really not realize the situation he just put you both in?

“Um.. Y-yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You whisper as your eyes wander around the small closet due to the nervousness you feel deep within you. “Just still feeling a bit cramped.”

He nods his head. “I understand, I'll try to make it better.”

You go to open your mouth to tell him not to do that yet the only thing that tumbled out was a sharp moan as his thigh slid even further up against you. Freddy immediately stills himself, staring down at you with what appears to be a surprised expression. The air was even more thick as his blue optics searched your flushed face.

“... Did I hurt you?” He finally asks and you shake your head.

“N-no… No you didn’t hurt me. Just um,” You glance down at his leg. “Your thigh is up against a sensitive spot right now.”

You watch as the gears turn in his head before finally understanding what you mean. “Oh! It was a sound of pleasure?”

You didn’t know your face could feel so hot, shooting him a glare. “You don’t have to say it out loud!”

“You’re right, superstar, I'm sorry.” He trails off, keeping his eyes fixated on your face while you begin to become more and more hot underneath your shirt. “Your heart rate is so high... There is no need to be embarrassed.” His voice drops down an octave, a tone you’ve never heard him speak in before, it was… Really nice.

“Well you know, making a noise like that in front of Freddy Fazbear is not exactly something that happens every day.” You look away from him, it didn’t help that his thigh was still pressed up against you.

“No, it sure isn’t… But in my opinion, I think it sounded enchanting.”

Your eyes snap back up at him quickly, your shoulders tensing as his words sink in.

His hands fall down to your hips, giving them a light squeeze as he leaned down closer to you. “In fact,” He pushes you down onto his thigh, eliciting a gasp from you. “I would really like to hear more… If that’s alright with you.”

You are at a loss for words, not expecting him to actually make a move on you. You feel the air in your lungs get squeezed out as you train your gaze on him, it was not easy to think with him holding you like this. He was so much larger than you, you know it was supposed to be intimidating but all you feel is a surge of wetness in between your thighs.

“O-of course it is.” You finally murmur out.

As soon as you give the permission he presses you down onto him more while raising his leg. You bite down on your bottom lip, the sensation making you whimper. He lets out a hum as he begins to guide your body back and forth, your clothed sex easily sliding against his metal leg.

“There we go… Does that feel nice?” He purrs out the question, staring down at you with half lidded eyes.

“Y-yes, it feels good.” You find yourself having a hard time keeping your eyes on him, feeling extremely flustered from his ministrations. You let your head fall back against the wall behind you, thighs quivering from each tingling pleasure sent through your body.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, superstar.” His voice was soft yet demanding.

You are quick to follow his command, bringing your eyes onto his. His gaze was so intense, it made your muscles seize as you allowed soft noises to fall from your lips.

Each drag of your hips sent chills across your skin, not being able to stop the timidness you feel as he brings his hand up to your face. The large paw caresses your jawline before using his thumb to trace your bottom lip, you part them as he pushes the large digit into your mouth. Your lids halfen, suckling gently as he lets out a low groan from the sight alone.

Freddy continues to guide you with ease using his other hand, the grip on your hip tightening to the point it felt almost bruising. A muffled moan emits from you as he picks up the pace, the friction was enough to feel your core tighten up in knots.

You become louder around the thumb in your mouth, it was almost embarrassing that you were already on the edge despite the two of you just starting, what made it worse when Freddy stilled your hips.

He pulls the thumb out of your mouth and you give him a slight glare. “W-why did you stop!?”

“I apologize my starlet, but I have a better idea.” He withdraws his hand from your face and pulls down your pants and underwear to your mid thigh in one quick motion. He stops for a moment, staring down at your dripping cunt with a low growl that causes a deep blush to spread across your cheeks. His thumbs trace around your glistening lips with a feather light touch.

“You are so beautiful.” He murmurs out in a trance-like tone. It takes him a few moments to snap out of it, finally using his massive hands to cup the back of your thighs and as if you weigh nothing more but a feather, he pushes your legs up into the air until your knees are up towards your torso. “Is this too uncomfortable?”

You grunt from the stretch, feeling a deep sense of curiosity from this strange position. “It’s um, it’s a-alright. What are you planning to do?”

Freddy gives a gentle squeeze to your skin before speaking. “I would like to use your thighs for pleasure. I promise it will feel good for both of us. Is that alright with you?”

Your eyes widen, taking a moment to breathe before nodding your head.

“Good, very good.” You can tell he’s getting excited as he slightly parts your legs. The sound of something opening hits your ears, your brows knit together and just as you are about to ask what that was you feel something rather big slowly push past your thighs.

You feel your breath stop in your throat as the head of a long, thick member comes into your vision. Your mouth was practically watering, you had no time to question it when all you could think about was how that would feel inside of you.

Freddy lets out a deep chuckle, bringing your body up a little more so it could rest upon your aching pussy. “You don’t seem too surprised.” He presses your thighs together once again, letting out a low groan. “Must be too excited to really care, hm?”

You nod your head, feeling something stir deep within you as you keep your eyes on the large cock between your legs. You were simply at a loss for words but who on earth could blame you? You feel your sex pulsate with carnal need, your body was screaming at you for more, more, more. “F-Freddy.” You finally whisper, snapping your eyes up to him with pure desperation. “Please move.”

“Since you’ve asked so obediently, of course. But you must try your best to not make too much noise, alright? I don’t want anyone hearing your beautiful sounds besides me.” With that he drags his hips back at an agonizing slow pace. Both of you make small noises from the delicious friction it created.

You feel your wetness coat the underside of his member as he pushes back in, the rigid texture sliding across your clit was mind numbingly perfect.

You couldn’t grab too much considering you were suspended in the air in a bit of an uncomfortable position, so you hook your hands underneath your knees, pulling them up more as you continue to let out long moans from each drag of his cock against your swollen clit.

“Feels so good…” He huffs, his pace quickening as grunts emit from him. “Makes me wonder how tight you are, the thought of you squeezing around me sounds heavenly.”

Hearing Freddy Fazbear dirty talk was not something you’d expect to be a major turn on for you, but it made you barely think. Your hole felt empty, fluttering around nothing and causing you to squirm and whimper.

“You c-can go ahead. I-I… I want you inside of me.” You don’t even recognize your own voice as you whimper out in a pleading tone. “Please.” Since being polite seemed to work in your favor last time, what was the harm in trying it again?

Your words seem to have quite an effect on him with the way he snaps his hips forward, metal clashing against skin and causing you to let out a whimper that was a bit too loud.

He stills himself, another growl rumbling from him. “We can’t, it… It would not be wise when you are not properly prepared. Besides,” He rocks back and forth, setting a steady pace once again. “With the way you’re acting now, I know you wouldn’t be able to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet.”

A warmth blooms across your cheeks like flowers in the spring, pants and grunts filling the void of the small closet. It was all so dizzying, especially once he picked up speed. The moans falling past your lips were increasing in volume and he gives you this warning look that sends a chill up your spine. You clasp your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet as he continues to push in and out of your thighs.

“That’s a good girl.” He grunts out in between his heavenly noises. “So compliant, perfect for me.”

An unbearable pressure took place in your core from both the stimulation and his praise, your thighs squeeze tighter around him in an attempt to warn him but it was too late. You let out a long, almost feral moan through your hand, your head hitting the wall behind you as the waves of an orgasm came crashing down onto you.

“Oh my.” Freddy says in this awe struck voice that made you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. “That’s it, let it all out superstar… I never knew someone could look so good like this.”

Despite just cumming the bear steadily increased his thrusts, his brows knitting as his soft grunts became faster. You have to keep your hand over your mouth, the overstimulation was almost too much, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes

“Oh, oh my… I’m getting close. That’s my good girl, you can take it.” He rambles out so hotly it makes you want to hear him on the brink of cumming all the time.

Freddy’s hips stutter before giving one finally thrust in between your thighs. He lets out this long growl as his body leans forward, pushing your legs towards you even more.

Despite Freddy clearly reaching his climax, there was not a single drop of semen. You’re a little disappointed but not surprised.

The two of you stay in place for a moment, you catch your breath as Freddy appears to be registering what he has just done.

Finally he lets you down on your feet, smoothing your hair down and straightening your shirt as he mimics the sound of clearing his throat. “I am so sorry.” He says as he pulls up your pants. “That- that was highly inappropriate of me. I took advantage of you.”

You are quick to shake your head, a little taken aback from his sudden anxiety. “No, no!” You place your hands on his. “Not at all. I was 100 percent on board with this.”

“... You really mean that?”

“Yes! That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, are you kidding?” You let out a laugh, rubbing your thumb into his metal.

Freddy laughs along, giving you a warm look as he brings his hand up to your cheek. “I trust you. You did so good for me, starlet.”

You turn your face towards his hand in an attempt to hide your growing blush. “T-thank you.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss against his palm.

You are quiet for a moment, feeling a bit anxious. “Um…” You finally say, peering up at him. “Would it be okay if we did this again?”

“Oh, did you think we would do this and leave it at that?” He lets out a deep chuckle. “We are far from over superstar.”

“I-I see.” Just when you thought your face could not get any hotter he leans in, brushing his cold muzzle against your lips before pressing against them tenderly. You return the gesture while letting out a shaky breath through your nose.

Once he pulls away you feel like you could finally breathe, looking up at him with a smile brimming with affection.

“See you soon?” You ask, feeling elated from this new bond the two of you now share.

“Very soon. Good luck keeping my paws off you, starlet.”

#glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #nsft #cc x reader #fnaf #fnaf smut #degen hours #one shot #robosexual

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commsroom · 5 months ago

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happy birthday! ive been meaning to ask for a while if you have any spare minkowski thoughts, just in general. if not, are there any other characters in w359 that you see as trans or queer?

thank you!! sorry for not getting to this one on my birthday; i've been trying to come up with some minkowski thoughts for you, but i'm not sure if they'll be new!! one of my favorite things about minkowski is how much she really, truly has "guilty pleasures" in the most typical sense. when emma sherr-ziarko said the track name "minkowski watching 50 shades of gray with a tub of ice cream and enjoying it nonironically" informed her perception of the character, etc. i love that. all of the best characters are self-contradicting in very real and human ways, and minkowski has a ton of that. her love of musical theater gives us such insight into her interior world; she treats so much of her life like these separate, practiced "roles" to play, as if there can be clear divisions between them.

minkowski is a great leader, but she's not a natural leader, and - in fact - everything that does ultimately make her a person worth following is completely at odds with how she tries to lead, or how she thinks it's supposed to be done. i think she was in a dozen different clubs in high school, but didn't really have friends. i think she could get really into historical reenactment (and i would love for eiffel, hera, and minkowski to go to a ren faire - i think they'd all enjoy that, but for very different reasons.) i think minkowski earnestly believes in the concept of a "cheat day" and marks when she allows herself to eat a whole bunch of ice cream on her calendar - this is horrifying to eiffel, but she finds it sincerely motivating. i think minkowski's interior decorating sense is at least 30% more "live, laugh, love" than anyone else around her would be able to take seriously. she's the kind of person who needs everything in her house properly labelled and put away in the same place every time. eiffel is the kind of person who leaves everything out, all over the place, and forgets it exists if someone puts it away. making them live together is hilarious. i think minkowski likes romcoms and hallmark christmas movies; she's easily moved by very sappy media, and very defensive / embarrassed about that. she's used to being mocked for her taste, and for how it goes against her image as a career military woman. i do not think hera would share her taste in movies at all, but minkowski + hera girls' night is very important to me.

what else... oh!! i've talked to my friend @hephaestuscrew a lot about minkowski's parents, and i agree with the assessment that they are probably... pretty laid back? like, the kind of people who encouraged her to be whatever she wanted to be - the pressure she puts on herself to make something of herself is the kind of person she is, and a message she got from the world at large more than her parents, i think. her dad's first name has an anglicized spelling as well, so i think there's something kind of... well, there's something that rings true about minkowski trying to hold onto these parts of her heritage that her parents aren't as concerned about. koudelka's a czech name; we don't know anything about him, but i wonder if maybe she made that connection with him at least partially because they were both american children of (at least one) eastern european parent(s) in paris. and her mother is french, she learned french before she learned english, but we don't really know if she spent time in france before that. there's a sense of displacement to that.

(as for the other part, well... i'm not sure! obviously jacobi is gay, and i would generally agree lovelace and maxwell are as well. i think eiffel is technically bi, but he's straight culture bi. i think it would be difficult to get minkowski to really examine her sexuality. whatever kepler's sexuality is, i think he's done his best to close himself off from any sincere desire. my thoughts on hera's sexuality would require a whole other post, but obviously i read her as trans. there isn't really anyone else i think of as trans, but that's not to say it's impossible - they're mostly military or military-adjacent people born in the 70s and 80s; by and large i think they're coming to these topics of identity from a different perspective from those of us on tumblr dot com. but i think doug eiffel is one of the most cis characters i can imagine.)

#thank you for asking!! this is kind of all over the place but i wasn't sure what to focus on #minkowski is one of my favorite characters; i will try to post more minkowski thoughts for you. if i can.#asks

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simp41ida · 2 years ago

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Ik that ur probably getting a lot of requests because you're kinda carrying the iida side of Tumblr and I feel kinda bad for sending another request to add to that like but uh could you write a Tenya x gn!reader where the reader like opposite of iida?? Not bakugou level of opposite where like they're an active menace (no shade) but like being one of the bad more wreckless than bad students on the list and once they officially date they just become a MODEL student like perfect grades, perfect demeanor, just ✨👌 sorry if this is a really long this I just can't express proper stuff without going on a really long text block or rant

warnings: swearing

notes: i’m making them just genuinely not care because if i was a main character y/n that’s what i’d do. so they’re not reckless like “i’m gonna smash this wall because it looks fun” reckless but like the “i’m not going to finish any assignments even though i might fail this whole year or get expelled” reckless (also i think this is an awesome idea. love you for this)

most of the students in class 1-a did not like you at all

this was because you were basically just taking up space in a class that you weren’t even trying to pass

one person that did try to warm up to you was iida

you were completely aware that since he was the class president, that was technically his job

either way, he tried to talk to you all the time

“hello y/n. how is school here going so far?”

and you answered like “i don’t really like it here too much, sorry iida” and that was all

this was not the only attempt the boy made to talk to you

“what is up y/n. would you like to study with izuku, todoroki, and i tonight?”

“i don’t really study, sorry iida”

so after your carelessness, he tries a different approach

“y/n would you like to hang out at a skate park after school today?”

your eyes genuinely sparkled

and unpopular opinion, iida is actually really good at skateboarding

he uses his quirk as an advantage when he’s on the board so he goes really fast and hardly ever falls or looses his balance

you agreed despite knowing this information

when you guys hung out, he got to understand you better than the rest of the class did

he learned that you didn’t even want to be in the hero course and he was only there because your parents made you

he also learned that your goal was to get expelled in the first place so you could just go to your normal average high school

after that skate park trip, you did it more and more often

one day, you told him to go over your house after school with you

you told him that the two of you could ride your skateboards to your house or something

he agreed because he trusts you a lot more than he lets on

when you guys got to your house, your mother made the two of you dinner and let you guys go on your merry way

you ended up just going to a normal park

like the cute park with the playgrounds meant for children

your teenage beings made your way onto the tire swing together somehow

you guys stared into each others eyes that were lit by the moonlight

and then boom the two of you were dating

(don’t forget that this was all after a kiss and a huge discussion about lots of things.)

and after the weekend on monday, you showed up to school with months worth of missing work and even offered to train with a few fellow students

aizawa was so proud of you and iida

mostly iida because he is the reason his student with the lowest grade average is making their way back up

its hard to tell why you did it

it was mostly to please the likes of your (very pretty) boyfriend

it was also because when he talked to you it made you rethink your call on being a hero

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italoniponic · 1 year ago

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𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 - mini-project

Charming Eyes

Notes: based on this Cherry’s Harvesting request where Anon asked for Trey, Azul, Deuce and Floyd (and whoever else I wanted) to discover that Reader’s very dark-brown eyes (nearly black) could be actually brown if you shine light directly into it. And then they fall more in love with Reader~ I used Lilia instead of Trey and Azul at that time, so now they’re here too yay <3

Trey Clover, Azul Ashengrotto x gender neutral reader / fluff headcanons / reader has dark brown eyes / use of “you” pronouns

Earlier that day, Trey had invited you in Heartslabyul to try out an old Clover family recipe. He planned to present this recipe to Riddle in order to expand the menu options at the Unbirthday Parties — if the Queen of Heart’s rules allowed, of course. And since Trey wanted to spend time with you, he asked for your help;

One of the first things to do was checking the egg cartons. Trey learned a trick in Magicam that consisted of using the cellphone’s flashlight over the shells to find out if the egg was good — the light would show an orange yolk — or bad — the inside would reveal to be dark. But, just as he turned on the flashlight, you crouched near the counter to take a look at the eggs;

Trey got terrifically surprised when the light flashed through your eyes and revealed, for a very brief moment, that behind your normally coal-black irises, it was the most beautiful shade of cocoa. Trey turned off his phone’s flashlight quickly, however. He didn’t want to blind you or anything;

But it still was a stunning discovery. During the preparation of the recipe, you commented on how it was a normal effect that the light had on your eyes. But so rare were the occasions that some strong light was cast upon them that you were sure hardly anyone noticed that your eyes had this effect;

And you sure couldn’t imagine the impression this would leave on Trey. He thought about it for a long time. So, he was one of the few people who knew? Trey felt special, although it was extremely embarrassing to admit it. He wasn’t very versed in romance, and this situation sounded like some of the honeyed things that he heard his parents saying to each other — and maybe he wasn’t that far behind;

As the days went by, Trey became more attentive to your eyes when you went out together in very sunny places or where the overall ambient light was quite strong. He hoped to see the glorious brown in your eyes again. Any day, any time;

It seemed almost natural that this was a unique effect of yours, reflecting your nature. You often keep things about yourself deep in your soul. Trey understood what that was like better than anyone else. He looked normal, too, but he could be unpredictable. Or rather, he seemed crazy, but he was in fact quite average;

You could pick up on that whenever you stared at him — meanwhile, he would look at you just as subtle and passionately. Trey’s eyes were golden as butter, soft like honey. Sweet and salty, mixed in the ceramic bowl that was his face. He would have died laughing at the comparison if he had listened;

You cooked together again, but this time at the Ramshackle. It was a pastry that Trey insisted on teaching you to make, called “Hatter’s eye” — an invention of his uncle, who was an oculist. It was worth the joke, you’d to say. It seemed complicated to do but it turned out to be pretty simple;

Finally, you tried the pastry when you two finished making it and it was really delicious. It looked like an eye inside a hat — honestly, the taste was better and easier to digest than the eccentric appearance. You turned around excitedly to thank Trey for the experience, your eyes shining like fireflies at night;

Then Trey ended up remembering something that was kind of obvious from the beginning: whether it was the black shadows of your eyes or their dark chocolate brown hue over the light, your gaze was beautiful in every way. That’s because it was you he was staring at deep down. And Trey could tell he just kept falling deeper down his heart’s rabbit hole, head over heels in love with you.

Sitting on his VIP office couch and reading a magazine full of interesting advertisements, Azul waited for your arrival so you both could dine in the Mostro Lounge that evening. It was a date in its humblest form — if “humble” could be used with the octopus merman. But without any warning, you soon rushed in, completely exhausted and practically collapsing on his lap;

You scared the living daylights out of Azul with that. But if anything, with the day’s fatigue weighing on your shoulders, you didn’t mind him and got distracted by the round ceiling lamp above — it was only really visible if you were in that position. It lit up the office while the little lamps on the shelves did the rest. It was in this mixture of several different lights that Azul noticed something in your eyes;

A discovery simply unimaginable! Your eyes were usually so dark that Azul found himself wondering if there could exist humans with shark-like eyes. But, right there under that bright light, he came across a shade of brown hiding in the depths of your gaze, like a ship full of treasures resting on the sea;

Because staring too long at the light was starting to hurt your eyes, you sat more appropriately next to Azul. He was still surprised, yet disguised it well. Even though he was no longer in the old-fashioned business of rolling you into contracts, there was something about this tiny piece of information that delighted him;

How many people knew your eyes had this ability? Your friends? Just your family? Would he be a humble lucky one among your acquaintances? Eventually, Azul brought it up again and you explained things better — and yes, he really was the only one in the entire NRC who noticed the fact;

It was inevitable that Azul would feel indebted to you in some way. What could he do anyway? He discovered a special secret about you unintentionally, even if it wasn't this big shock he was making it seem like it was;

In short, that was how you ended up being called to the Mostro Lounge, at its night after hours. Azul decided to “pay” an exchange for his discovery in the form of showing you again what his octopus form looked like. He was inside the huge aquarium on the wall — half hidden while you didn’t arrive, a little unsure if it really was a good idea this situation he created for himself;

From your own part, you were more scared to find out the real, crazy reason you were there than at the sight of a half-octopus boy in front of you per se. As you approached each other — well, as you could since there was a wall of reinforced glass between you — you stared deep into Azul’s eyes and he, into yours;

The merman’s blue eyes seemed like a mixture of the crystalline blue of his human form and the slight eye opacity of certain octopus species — perhaps that's why his vision worsened when he took the potion to the surface;

From his point of view, on the other side, the lights in the lounge added a bluish marine effect to the brown color of your eyes. Azul was already completely in love with you but, it was as if you only convinced him more that he was in the right direction with each new conversation. Not as if you were selling your love, but as a confirmation. He had no doubt of his feelings for you;

But, in all honesty, Azul always knew that you were a rare pearl. This from the first time he faced you, trying to investigate your mysterious black-ink eyes to the present day. And don’t think that this wouldn’t continue in the future too. Azul loved you for who you were, the real person behind your eyes. And you thought the same about him.

| Special notes: as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't exist a pastry called "Hatter's eye" lol but now that I came with the concept, I'm curious about how it would look like and the taste... |

#twisted wonderland #trey clover #trey clover x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #cherry's writing #bits of cherry #twst fluff

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acourtofthought · 10 months ago

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HAVE YOU READ THE BONUS CHAPTER!? I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS!

Bonus Chapter Spoilers Ahead in regards to the ACOTAR characters:

I think the bonus really highlighted the friendship that seems to continue building between Az and Nesta. In it we see Az apologize for his snapping at her which is a big deal for his character as he's one to usually sulk and brood rather than owning up to his behavior. And I think that's all very important when you consider Gwyn and Nesta are best friends (along with Emerie) and Cassian and Az are best friends. So a relationship between Gwynriel with a beautiful friendship between Nesta and Az is a pretty perfect setup.

I also think it shows Az and Nesta still haven't fully learned their lesson about undermining Elain considering Nesta talks of how she and her sister were made fae by the King and Az immediately follows that up with how the king was defeated and Nesta beheaded him, with Nesta responding how he had it coming.

No shade to Nesta but she continues telling this story on repeat whenever it's brought up as if she did something brag worthy on her own when it's being conveniently left out that she owes Elain her own and Cassian's life. How seconds before Nesta beheaded him, Elain stopped him from killing them by putting a blade through his throat, making it possible for Nesta to behead him.

It's fine for them to claim Nesta stopped him from taking another breath but it's not fine for them to act like she did something dangerous or heroic or difficult. I used this metaphor before but it's like my husband taking a cake out of the oven once the timer goes off and him taking credit for baking it even though I spent 30 minutes mixing the ingredients and putting into the oven in the first place.

Nesta and Az don't even need to say "Elain" stabbed him if they're trying to avoid specifics but they could say, after someone stopped him from harming Nesta, she was able to finish him off but they both act as if it was really all Nesta's doing.

It's not that I hate Az or Nesta for this fact, I do acknowledge that SJM keeps pushing this narrative because she's trying to make the point that Elain isn't valued in the NC, that they either still try to protect her in a way that hinders her growth or they just can't admit to themselves that maybe she doesn't need them in the way they're desperate to be needed because being someones protector gives them a sense of self worth. But it's become almost comical how many times SJM has give their character chances to acknowledge the parts Elain played in the war yet neither does.

Also, I think it's clear Az is still salty about not having a mating bond, 7 months after the events of Solstice. To me, that doesn't mean he has feelings for Elain but wants his own mating bond, something that he in canon does not have with anyone that we know of. Which is fine, all the ACOTAR males had wanted a mating bond because they grew up realizing what a special thing it was. But I think anyone trying insist that he'd be happy with Elain knowing she has a bond with someone else is an argument they'll lose in the end. I think E/riel ended on Solstice but even if there was something still there, I believe he'd always wonder if his mate was out there somewhere and that's not the kind of setup that ends well for anyone.

My final thought is that the E/riel theory that Az's shadows work off "firstlight" is ridiculous considering the battery of Bryce's phone died and it was Az humming to himself that caused the shadows to dance. And the kind of music he preferred was what he called "pleasure hall" music to which Bryce replied "are you a club rat".

Music has never been a part of Elain's arc. She likes balls, for sure but I can almost bet that the dancing and music of a ball are much different than that of a pleasure hall. Does Gwyn like the pleasure hall scene? No clue but we do know that Nesta and Feyre mention Elain herself never frequented the bar scene. And it cannot be denied that SJM created a very obvious parallel between the end of his bonus in SF, what with Az's shadows singing in answer to Gwyn's singing and the end of the HOFAS bonus, with his shadows dancing along to his own humming.

I still don't think that means Az's books being next is a certainty. Music preferences and bitterness over a lack of a canon mating bond are still not relevant to where things left off in Silver Flames (the issues with Koschei, Beron, Spring, the treaty).

I think SJM is continuing to build up who Az is so that anyone who does read across her series will have a better idea of his character when it's time for his book, whether it's after Elucien or before, but that buildup continues putting him farther away from Elain and closer to Gwyn as his endgame.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #anti e/riel #gwynriel

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whinlatter · 1 year ago

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author's note: chapter 10: reared & chapter 11: hatched 🐣🎇

thank you for reading chapters 10 and 11 of beasts (and especially for being patient with the bumper doubled up author's note). this time, ginny has a bad new year's eve (attends the world's most triggering party, slops booze down her old love rival, loses to her boyfriend at butterbeer pong) and then an even worse new year's day, featuring boggarts, the hangover from hell, the inevitable consequences of her own actions, and cormac mclaggen. nightmare. if you slog through all this you'll get a sneak peek of chapter 12 so that's my ploy to try and get you to endure my takes on liberal subjecthood and girlhood again. shameless! alright - let's do this.

✨ spoilers for this chapter below the cut ✨

writing notes and headcanons:

parties: i almost called chapter ten party animals. you can be glad that i didn’t. but wow writing parties is hard! you have to keep track on like 30 different attendees! it ends up like choreographing a musical number. and then i had to come up with costumes for all of them AND fun drinks names. nightmare. never again. i only did it to make all the memes

haunted house: ‘they have a house party then ginny gets trapped in the house with both her ex boyfriends, her boyfriend’s ex and also cormac mclaggen’ was a chapter concept i mentally wrote back in february lol. it’s too delicious. i wanted the teenageness of it - the sloppy lazy hangover vibe the day after a house party, but added all these layers of fear and the waiting game with all the left-behind characters. the garden as relief was important, but also the wild overgrownness of it, unmanageable untamed. i have lived in flats in the kinds of london townhouses grimmauld is based on and they very often have these big scooped out brick walled gardens below street level that are just so atmospheric and oasis like but also usually kind of a mess and overgrown. so count this as a love letter to a london garden

ginny and sirius: in these two chapters, the flashbacks are entirely ginny’s memories of sirius black - specifically, of teenage ginny’s attempts to connect with this veteran, someone she canonically cares for and admires, who i think would be something of a god in her eyes, partly because he’s hot/cool/can turn into a dog (slay) but mostly for his enormous self-sacrifice and martyrdom for his friends and for the cause, even before his actual death. i’ve talked about the canon parallels between these two characters in the first of a two part meta here, which lays out my thinking behind sirius and ginny’s relationship as rendered here (ie. sirius would quite like ginny, perhaps see shades of james in her - hence the snitch - but she would always care more about him, and about impressing him, than he ever would about her). one of the most important lines of sirius’ in canon for me is the one he yells at the weasley children the night their father is attacked: they (understandably) just want to go and see their dad, but sirius, as kindly but as firmly as he can, tells them that this is both naive and also counter to what the order of the phoenix exists to do: a resistance organisation that is all about self-sacrifice for the greater good (“This is how it is — this is why you’re not in the Order — you don’t understand — there are things worth dying for!”) through sirius, we learn, ginny began to form a set of ideas about some very important things for her: about how to survive, how to preserve a mind, and about what it means to fight, especially when being held back and deliberately kept out of the fight. all pretty formative in ginny weasley’s book, i’d say. i wanted ginny’s memories of sirius to be very triggered by place, trapped back in this very claustrophobic, very sensorily dense and evocative house. i knew i wanted moments where we have ginny actively drift off into reminiscences in the present timeline (getting caught drifting off fleabag style by ron before the party) or seek out spaces to remember (going into walburga’s bedroom). where previously the flashbacks have been less active and less visible acts of ginny remembering, more standalone cutaways than examples of a character actively going into a memory, it was important to me to start to show memories becoming much more like intrusive thoughts ginny can’t push away as her defensive coping mechanisms come under increasing assault.

animagi: one of the big things ginny first badgers sirius about is how to become an animagus. ginny’s interest in becoming an animagus does, at first, come from a place of childlike awe (especially from an animal lover). but, as ginny eventually hints to sirius, it’s also a reflection of young ginny becoming very interested in possible survival strategies to get out of facing awful memories she’d rather not think about every time a dementor comes to town. she sees sirius becoming the dog as an escape both from literal prison and from the prison of the mind. sirius suggests it’s not quite as simple as that. we’ll be returning to these ruminations in due course….

traitors: as @ashesandhackles’ gift of a question suggests, one of the big themes at work in these chapters, particularly chapter 11, is betrayal and - particularly - the figure of the traitor. as ashes points out, we see a whole lot of traitors mentioned to varying extents (from canon: pettigrew, percy, regulus, sirius himself, marietta, mundungus, kreacher, xenophilius, snape, andromeda…). in c.10 these themes are more dormant, little passing asides (the banality of evil, lol, and geri halliwell betraying the spice girls aka the worst act of treachery in 90s britain). but in c.11, we see the memory of past traitors and the prospect of future ones come to bear: the DA’s interrogation and fear that dean might not be all that he seems, and then rabastan lestrange getting killed by his own brother for, as harry suggests in his analysis of rabastan’s murder, betraying a set of ideas and a worldview that pre-existed voldemort and now survives him. so far in the fic, we’ve seen ginny reflect on questions of the soul as an inherently moral entity, its existence imbuing all who have a soul with the capacity for good, if not compelling them to always do it. here, i wanted to start introducing questions of where the choice to do bad comes from, the big nature vs. nurture, question, because i think this question would not just interest ginny given her own set of experiences (and you can speculate what those might be, because we will be returning to them!), but also because it speaks to a broader set of themes and questions that beasts is trying to expand upon that thread through canon. i don’t want to spoil too much for a future plot point, but needless to say this is a fic that tries to ask questions about selfhood, people’s nature, about motivation, intent, and choices, about childhoods and why people grow up to be who they are and make the choices they make – and also about wizards’ claim of superiority over all other magical beings because they have a monopoly on morality, on conscience, on justice, and therefore, as the most rational, civilised, self-governing political subjects, have the right to make and enforce law over other magical species. the existence of the traitor, for these characters who made moral choices to resist during a war fought over right and wrong, is a fascinating litmus test for any society grappling with the enforcement of justice, what it means to try to do good, and the circumstances under which people choose not to do good - as kingsley’s speech at the end of c.11 suggests, what it is in a person’s development that might lead them in one moral direction or another. “is this who we are?” kingsley asks, and the answer really might be: yes, actually.

the girls’ getting dressed: a) it’s literally always the best bit of any party and b) yes it’s important that hermione granger not just looked hot but wanted to, and that her and ginny had the first meaningful conversation they’ve had with each other while they’re pulling on hoe fits and doing sleakeazy treatments. female friendship arc engaged. also nymphadora tonks just definitely had hot cool 90s clubbing fits don’t know what to tell you (recs below)

the DA: what was fun about writing the party, though, was getting to try and show ginny among her fellow soldiers, and, especially, harry getting to see it. we know that canon ginny is popular and well liked by her classmates pre the war, but the experience of the DA under the carrows (as future flashbacks will show…) would be an intense bonding experience for many, and, i think, of the three leaders (neville, luna, ginny), it would be ginny that would become perhaps the most important emotionally to her fellow soldiers on the basis of her personality, compassion and empathy. in these chapters, you see those who *were* at hogwarts during the war have their guard up, exercise stiff safety procedures, and those that *weren’t* - especially harry - start to clock how much the war changed the DA from duelling fight club to a resistance organisation with military capabilities and procedures. what this means for hinny, of course, is harry, knowing that ginny is keeping things from him, starting to put together that that persecution and torture neville spoke breezily about in the hog’s head tunnel that time might actually have been, er, real, and that ginny might have had her own direct experiences of it that she hasn’t shared with him…

the slytherins: @titaniasthings sent me this ask ages ago about slytherins and i very rudely banked the ask to talk about another day. and i'm not even going to answer it now! i am hugely sorry about that, but i will answer it in due course, so this is me publicly apologising and basically promising to get back to this question, because i think it’s both very interesting and also one of the weakest points of canon that fanfiction can help right in really interesting and productive ways. for now, let me just say theo nott and daphne greengrass’ presence at the party is me flagging that i DO think there are ways that slytherins would have engaged with the DA and with resistance during the war, for lots of different motivations, and look forward to developing this further as this lovely little inquiry gets underway…

deamus: is this deamus or is it dean/rio ferdinand (unrequited)? who’s to say

cormac mclaggen: yes everyone is under attack from a renegade bunch of vigilante wannabe death eaters but you should never let that stop you from going to pound town

cho and ginny: me, posting a sneak peek that looked like it was ginny dialogue but it was actually from cho… 😈

i’ve talked a bit about my thoughts on cho and ginny’s relationship elsewhere, and had this scene written for ages, because i a) think it’s funny when surprising characters call the protagonist out on their shit and impart the most useful wisdom (michael and cho have both played this part so far lol) and b) i wanted ginny’s insecurities about cho, which are understandable but come from a place of teenage rivalry and are quite juvenile, to have to give way to something more mature between them, as part of a coming of age growing up arc. in c 10 we get their petty interactions, judging each other for their outfits, clearly frosty, but in c 11, we see ginny and cho accidentally have probably the most important conversation ginny's had with anyone in ages. ginny has to face up to the fact that since 1995, cho chang has grieved and lived with a reality that ginny fears enormously - the death of the boy she loves - and also all the repercussions that came with it, including the impact of it on her own quidditch ambitions. the cho we see has done a lot of work on her own grief and now has a remarkably healthy reflection on what it is to grow up and to both forgive yourself and release yourself from dreams you had as a child, while also recognising it’s ok to mourn the future you hoped you’d have when life gets in the way. for hinny purposes, i also wanted the memory of cho’s distress and harry’s inability to handle it to resurface before the hinny fight, because i think cho’s weepiness and attempt to ask harry for emotional support would be pretty influential on ginny’s decision to try to avoid doing that at all costs. (ashes also pulled out my agenda behind the cho changing in front of ginny moment: “the difference of Cho's comfort with changing in front of people i.e women vs Ginny - it shows how differently each have built friendships and at what stage in their lives”. cho chang had close female friends before ginny or hermione really ever did and it shows!

rodolphus lestrange: ‘a huge day for rodolphus nation’ - aka just @saintsenara. i have never bought the idea that rodolphus is pure flop and bellatrix is the instigator in their marriage for them joining the death eaters - my personal take is that the lestranges are the gateway for the black sisters being drawn into the orbit of death eaterdom, and am especially a fan of a big age gap between bellatrix and rodolphus, meaning that rodolphus was in the first wave of death eaters/voldemort’s school gang or at the very least an early follower, and that that’s how bellatrix gets drawn from low key pureblood supremacist politics of the black family into the paramilitary activities of the death eaters. i *like* the idea of death eaters who aren’t just thugs for hire but have a real political worldview and a programme that they will continue to pursue after voldemort’s death, and am excited to explore that in the fic (and what it means for plans for postwar reform and societal rebuilding). slay from roddy, basically

ginny’s boggart: thank you to this lovely anon both for the regulus-ginny parallels note and also for asking about ginny's boggart! i am however going to be an arsehole and stay zipped lip on this one for now (we will find out i swear), but just for now to say: i wanted the boggart to both add atmosphere and a lovely sense of oppressive dread (hiding in a broken clock, a forever waiting game), but also ginny’s inability to bring herself to draw it out and face it to be a sign of her struggling to force herself to process dark memories that are proving stubbornly haunting…

the hinny fight: you all have had the patience of saints waiting for this scene fr. pls know this fight took me absolutely bloody ages to write lmao. fights are hard when you want people to be flawed but neither person really be in the wrong! here we have ginny, finally letting out seven years of resentment at being left out, patronised, and over-protected: harry, calling her on the fact that she’s clearly trying to protect him from things that really bothering her, letting her know how hurt he is that she’s excluded him from her ongoing ordeal - but also, in getting her to finally tell the truth, having to face up to the thing he hasn’t wanted to face up to, the possibility of ginny’s enormous sufferings during the war that he literally broke up with her, naively, to try to avoid. it’s a long scene – 4k words lol - but i really wanted the fight to have distinct stages, a crescendo, a cooling off period, building ultimately to a quiet moment of confession from both characters. harry finally says out loud what ginny has become to him, his fears about what happened to sirius happening to her, how lost he feels in a world where he is no longer the chosen one, and the hopes he has for him and ginny as a little family around which he wants to build a future amid uncertainty about literally everything else. ginny finally admits what it is in her past that has shaped how much she is prepared to trust and confess to another person about her fears. and so we leave them having finally aired out things that needed to be said, but lacking direction about how to resolve them. they’ve got work to do, baby (and i’m super excited to share how they’re going to do it). will be posting part 2 of the sirius and ginny meta v soon, which discusses in more depth how the memory of sirius, and especially of his death, influences harry’s ideas about familial love and especially his overprotectiveness when it comes to ginny. stay tuned for that. it’ll be real sad, sorry!

harry left holding all of his eggcups once ginny’s gone back to school:

songs from the playlist for these chapters:

i would personally like to take this opportunity to call out ginny weasley for having such a sad adolescence that i had to write about it and listen to phoebe bridgers the entire time and therefore fuck up my spotify wrapped. that is all

the songs for chapter ten (party party party) are wall to wall bangers. two tribes, with siren, right before the auror alarms go off! yesssss. also slow show is the most romantic song ever written about a party and a person’s dick (‘standing at the punch table swallowing punch’, ‘you know i dreamed about you/i missed you for 29 years/before i saw you):

playing around before the party starts by childish gambino | i predict a riot by the kaiser chiefs | paint it black by the rolling stones | two tribes - we don’t want to die version by frankie goes to hollywood | slow show by the national

the songs for chapter eleven are much more subdued, quiet (hangover-proof), songs for a waiting game. the mitski song is this chapter's manifesto and also is the harry-sirius-ginny arc anthem, i will not be persuaded otherwise (you're an angel, i'm a dog/or you're a dog and i'm your man/you believe me like a god/i'll destroy you like I am). i wanted duets, too, especially men and women duetting together, to echo the conversations that happen across both of these chapters (between sirius and ginny, dean and ginny, and then harry and ginny). and had to have auld lang syne cos it’s bloody new year for GOD’s sake:

ps. the new beyonce song could easily be harry to the DA at the end of chapter 11. get the fuck out of my house!!!

reading list:

on tonks being a hot girl with party streak and a wardrobe that is major:

Leather by @saintsenara/asenora (self-rec! embarrassing!) dead ends by whinlatter

on dean and his mum:

Lifelike by @evesaintyves

on sirius and grimmauld place:

Toys in the Attic by @ashesandhackles and thecat_iswriting Lux Aurumque by @saintsenara/asenora

on peter pettigrew:

All I ever wanted was a life in your shape by saptashati

on cho chang:

overemotional: in defense of cho chang by dirgewithoutmusic

plus the smallest of sneak peeks of chapter 12, coming in january...

They're different, his letters. She knew they would be, though it doesn't make it hurt any less.

#beasts #author's note #all i do in these author's notes is say: wait and see #because i am: annoying!#sorry for the sneak peek i know you said you wanted COMFORT but i'm afraid i only heard HURT #hinny #sirius black #cho chang #peter pettigrew #wizarding politics #meta #hp meta #analysis #ginny weasley

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thatlonelycactus · 10 months ago

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I’m going to sound literally insane but I have a theory about what the “ineffable plan” might be. Is it right? Probably not but my fevered brain feels like it has some merit to it.

Anyway, in the book Crowley suggests that “Maybe it's all part of a great big ineffable plan. All of it. You, me, him, everything. Some great big test to see if what you've built all works properly, eh? You start thinking: it can’t be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire.” and it is a quote that I’m quite sad didn’t make it into the show (I’m pretty sure). But back onto todays nonsensical rant: my proposal is- what if the Almightys plan is to try to make people/celestial/occult beings realize they need to work together and move away from the binary of being right or wrong. It links two of the major (imo) themes of the story in that a) it’s about connection and love and that and b) there’s no such thing as “good” or “bad” on a moral scale, there’s only shades of grey. What if the Almighty let the fall happen (as Crowley says earlier in the exchange mentioned earlier: “why did it happen, eh? I mean, it didn’t have to, did it?… Anyone who could build a universe in six days isn’t going to let a little thing like that happen. Unless they want it to, of course.”) to not only let the angels experience free will but to also let them learn, to work together, to love, to grow. What if they laced humans on earth with their range of morals beliefs, etc and showed how they, even when they are self declared enemies, can still work together? The most prominent point for the second idea is the bonds between Newt and Anathema, Shadwell and Madame Tracey, Beez and Gabriel, and obviously, Aziraphale and Crowley. I’ll talk about the witch/witch-hunter pairs first because I think the big thing here is that it all starts with humanity. Newt was essentially pulled into being a witch-hunter through circumstance, he never had any hatred for Anathema or any witch for that matter, it all just kinda happened (remind you of anyone sauntering vaguely downward???) but they’re both quick to accept the other for who they are. Shadwell took a little bit more time to realize that Madame Tracey was neither a witch nor evil. He just had to realize that they were both human and that she was, well, that she was kind. After realizing this, Shadwell began to change (def for the better), he left an order he had been with since the 60s because he realsied it was outdated and pretty much pointless in the scheme of everything, of humanity. I bring these two pairs because they remind me slightly of Aziraphale and Crowley, and Beez and Gabriel respectively. I won’t go into too much more detail but these relationships show that the hatred between heaven and hell is arbitrary, angels and demons aren’t hereditary enemies, they don’t even have to be enemies, they just decided that’s what they needed to be. These relationships prove that there’s more than just good and evil because I don’t think that any of us would refer to either Crowley or Beelzebub as “evil” nor Aziraphale or Gabriel as purely “good”. That’s what the Almighty is trying to get everyone to understand that there is no good, there is no evil, there’s just US and that’s the only side worth fighting for.

I have so many reasons why this can’t be the ineffable plan but yeah. Anyway that leaves me with one question: why did they do any of it? Whats the point of starting a 6000 year long conflict to show that the way you’d started it all out was best even though you were the one who ruined it? Whats the point of creating an entire universe and then planning to destroy it to prove this point?

Unless the universe was the apple in Eden.

Thats what makes it ineffable

#Am I making sense???#Like I’d lengthen that last point #But I can’t be bothered #plus I doubt anyone would bother #But yeah #lmk if someone else has already suggested this #Good Omens #go s2 #go s1 #go s3 #ineffable husbands #ineffable beaurocracy #anathema device #newt pulsifer #sergeant shadwell #madame tracy #the Almighty #the ineffable plan

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sroloc--elbisivni · 11 months ago

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Something from the Transformers Band AU or Regency AU? Those were super fun.

Five times Drift’s new bandmates were weird and one time he embraced the chaos

The first time Drift realized how weird his new bandmates were, he hadn’t even joined the band yet. They weren’t his bandmates. They were just Arcee and Rod’s friends he was meeting at a diner because they were about to go on tour without a bassist and one of them had heard him practicing on the couch. Drift was kind of expecting to get about five questions in before they figured out he wasn’t worth it and moved on.

What he got instead was the guy he was pretty sure he hadn’t met going, “So you’ve done tours before, right? You know you can handle it?”

“Yes,” Drift said, and got ready for it to fall apart as soon as they asked him about those tours.

“And double checking—you’re not using anything, right?’ the guy he was pretty sure he had met said. “Like, no shade, no harm, it’s not a problem, we just gotta know.”

“Using…?” Drift said, carefully.

“Drugs,” Rod elaborated from where he was playing games on his phone and stealing fries from the guy who must have been the one Drift had already met.

“No. No, I’m not.”

“Do you snore?” the guy he hadn’t met before asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah,” Rod said. Drift tried not to wince. That didn’t seem like an answer they’d want to hear.

“Okay, you’ll bunk with Percy,” the guy he’d met before said. “So how this is gonna work is, we’ll run you through the schedule and the set basics and if it all sounds good, we’ll get you in to talk with our lawyer and—do you have an agent?”

Not anymore. Drift just shook his head, cautiously.

“—that’s fine, you can borrow ours. You can talk to them two and get the contract shit straightened out and call the first tour leg a trial run. Doesn’t work out, that’s fine, we can track down someone else and you can get back to your life?”

It went up at the end like a question. Drift was still trying to figure out what was going on. They hadn’t told him to leave yet.

“He’s in,” said Rod, who had managed to figure out how to interpret Drift’s blanking face in the past two months. “Hey, you should let me be your agent.”

“Don’t do that.” The guy Drift had just met today, whose name he would learn in short order was Impactor, pulled out a pen and grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser. “So here’s what the first few shows are going to look like—”

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Drift had actually learned what band he was gigging for by the time the publicity circuit started. Seemed like the ‘Wreckers’ were pretty well known in the States. They had pretty regular radio interviews, and after they’d wrapped a very successful first leg of the tour and were starting to talk about him sticking around, they had him come along to one of them.

Drift hadn’t absorbed much of Springer’s rundown besides “Are you kidding me, that’s fucking hilarious, please say that,” when he checked if it would be okay for him to say that he’d never heard of the band before he joined if the interviewer asked. About the only other thing he’d tracked was “Oh, and if we all stand up, that’s a signal that the lady asked a walkout question and we’re getting the hell out of there.”

He’d assumed this was them trying to fuck with him and nodded accordingly. As such, it took him a couple seconds to notice when the rest of the group went silent in response to a question to Springer about some kind of anniversary.

“Welp,” Impactor said, and slapped his hands against his thighs. They were all standing now, and Drift scrambled to his feet to follow them out. The radio host was staring at them with baffled offense, but none of the rest of them even looked at her.

Whirl led the way out of the radio station at a confident saunter, losing his helmet that he wore for all official band business into his backpack in a quick slight of hand Drift couldn’t catch. That plus Perceptor’s sunglasses rendered them just about invisible, as a group.

“So, ice cream?” Whirl asked. “I’m feeling ice cream.”

“What was that?” Drift asked, still glancing back. No one was coming out of the station after them, not even Kup. Were they in trouble?

“I told you about walkout questions, right?” Springer asked. “Stuff about my dad who’s in jail qualifies.”

“...I thought you were joking.”

“Oh, super not joking.”

“It’s in the contract,” Perceptor said. “All of us have things we’d rather not discuss publicly. Some of the press don’t read it, or think that the ‘right to terminate immediately’ isn’t something we’ll actually exercise.” He adjusted his sunglasses. “Kup will take care of it. We haven’t had to show we’re not bluffing in a while.”

“Sorry, dude,” Impactor said, clapping Springer on the back.

“It’s whatever. Drift, you wanna put anything on the list? Shit people absolutely cannot ask about?”

He did. Might as well start big and let them help him figure out what was unreasonable, right? “My entire career before this.”

“Fuck yes,” Whirl said. “I love it. Walking enigma of a man number two. Do you want help making up a fake backstory or are we just calling it a void?”

Drift’s new bandmates were very weird, but he couldn’t say he minded.

===

They were through the second of three tour legs and taking a night to celebrate—both making it this far and that Drift had decided he’d be joining the band. They’d crammed into the same room, along with Rod and Arcee and a bunch of things from the game shop down the road that looked fun. Everyone except Impactor was drunk and Arcee had her head in Springer’s lap while he petted her buzzcut. Drift was pleasantly buzzed for the first time in a while

“Hey,” Arcee said, reaching out to pat Drift on the arm. “Hey. Hey Drift. If you’re with the band now. What’s your carsona.”

“What?”

“OH FUCK YES,” Whirl said, sitting up so fast he fell off the bed. Perceptor dropped a pillow on top of his face. It didn’t dampen the effect. “Did I tell you guys, I had the coolest fucking idea for the next one. First off, I’m going to need a bunch of guns—”

“What are you fucking talking about,” Drift said, because he’d learned that Whirl explaining one of his ideas could take an entire conversation’s worth of words and he didn’t want to move on without an answer. “Impactor?”

Impactor was already scrolling on his phone, and five seconds later he shoved it in front of Drift’s face. Drift could recognize the opening notes of Wreck and Rule before it even got four bars in, playing over an animated shot of a tank rolling down a deserted road. The song built to the opening fermata, and as the saxophone held out the note, the tank started to break into pieces and reform into a helicopter.

“What,” Drift repeated.

The helicopter launched into the sky as the bass dropped and the drums kicked in, and two cars shot off a ramp in the background to come crashing into frame as another helicopter dive-bombed the camera. An unsupported microscope flew through the air to keep up.

“What.”

The next three minutes featured car chases, helicopter acrobatics, and absolutely no concern for the laws of physics. It came to the end and Drift immediately dragged the video back to the beginning to watch it again, this time complete with commentary as everyone had to tell him which vehicle they were and why and the cool effects.

“What,” Drift said, helplessly, again, when it had finished. “Why is this a thing.”

“Percy’s idea,” Whirl said. “Because he’s a weeb.”

“Revolutionary Girl Utena is a masterpiece,” Perceptor said to no one in particular.

Drift hit replay on the video again, because he could. This was so weird. It was so cool.

“I wanna be a racecar,” he said, when it had finished again.

“ONE OF US,” Hot Rod cheered, and tried to wrestle him into a noogie. He failed, of course. Springer helped pin him down while Drift got his revenge.

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“Hey,” Whirl said, somewhere during a long overnight drive on the bus when he and Drift were the only ones awake. “Do you like instrumental stuff?”

Drift looked up from his book. “Sure?”

Whirl waggled a pair of headphones at him. “Wanna give something a listen for me?”

“Sure.”

Drift knew Whirl did a lot of the band’s instrumentations, and that he got bored easy, so he was expecting this to be a new riff on one of the songs they’d been playing so far, or maybe a completely unknown song for the album that was scheduled for work when they were done with the tour. Instead, he got a string quartet.

Even with the tinny, unvarying tones of automated transcription software, it flowed. It was elegant, all the notes interlocking like clockwork, the instruments passing around the melody and making it their own. It cut off abruptly enough that Drift could feel how much he wanted more.

“Okay, this bit. Is the cello doing enough?” Whirl asked, and played the last thirty seconds again.

Drift hadn’t done instrumental music in years, but he had a pretty good understanding of bass parts thanks to this tour. “It’s kind of boring. Syncopate it, maybe?”

“Well, fuck you too,” Whirl said, and snatched the headphones back. He clicked something and scowled at his screen. “Fuck. You’re right.”

“You’re writing this?” Drift asked, instead of going back to his book.

“Side gig. Cyclonus listens to the classical music station all the time. I will get something on there. He can’t escape from me.”

Every time Whirl mentioned either of his housemates Drift wasn’t sure if he was dating them or not, and at this point Drift was honestly kind of scared to ask.

===

Drift was already nervous on the first day of recording for the new album. It was going to be the first time he’d been in a recording booth in almost a year. He might completely fail at this, and not know how to work with them, or not be able to adapt, and just stick to being a touring backup. Which he liked, it was great, but it wasn’t like he could live on that, and it was pretty damn unlikely that he was going to trip into gigging for any other bands the way he had for this one.

So his nerves were running high even before he let himself in with the code and wandered down a hallway towards the sound of raised voices and found Perceptor, of all people, having a shouting match with a stranger in the production booth. The rest of the band was in the recording booth, all doing things completely unrelated to music. Drift snuck in to join them.

“Uh…” At least it was quiet in here. “Are they…”

Impactor flipped a page in his motorcycle magazine. “They’ll need another couple of minutes.”

Drift decided to take a very long time tuning his bass.

Sure enough, a couple minutes later Percy stormed out of the recording booth and slammed the door open to join them. The stranger, grinning smugly, flipped on the mic to chat with them and waved. “Hey! You must be the new guy. I’m Percy’s ex-boyfriend.”

“I told you to stop telling people that!” Perceptor shouted at the booth. “He’s my husband,” he added in a far calmer aside to Drift.

“Oh,” Drift said. He’d vaguely known Perceptor was married, but he hadn’t really expected...this?

“Mwah!” The guy who must be Brainstorm blew a kiss at the booth. “Oh-kay, if you gentlemen would like to get this show on the road, I need some sound checks.”

“Our regular producer is your husband?” Drift asked Percy, quietly. He was pretty sure this wasn’t standard, even for the American music industry.

“He works for takeout,” Springer said, and played a rimshot.

Well. At least his nerves were gone.

===

The album recording process went...fine? It went fine. It went great, actually, Drift didn’t have to do any singing at all and finally understood enough about how they liked the bass to fit into their songs that he could improv some of his own parts instead of asking Kup for help or trying to follow Impactor’s increasingly incomprehensible whims. The album was coming together, they were creeping towards release and planning the next tour, the paparazzi still hadn’t figured out where he was, and he only slept on Rod and Arcee’s couch when he didn’t feel like going home after movie night.

They were doing their first show in a while, to build hype for the upcoming album, and Drift was wandering around the venue after sound check doing nothing in particular. Springer was nearby, challenging people to dance-offs with the camera guy who was doing a documentary for the upcoming tour and also enabling Springer’s burgeoning social media empire trailing behind him.

“Hey, Drift!” Springer waved at him. “Dance-off?”

Drift thought about it. He was less scared of being found than he had been a year ago. He liked it here, he liked his band mates, his old agency hadn’t tried to get in touch with him at all. He’d found a life after washing out of Kpop. Why not?

“Sure,” he said, and launched into an old routine. Not one of the ones from his last tour, that had ended with him falling off the stage, but one of the ones from before that when his health hadn’t been as bad. It wasn’t one of his flashier ones, but he’d drilled it a lot and it looked good close up.

It ended with him facing his audience, one hand outstretched, so he had a fantastic view of the shocked and delighted awe on Springer’s face two seconds before he tackled Drift into a nearby couch shouting “What the FUCK was THAT?”

Drift was going to assume he’d won.

#talky talk #becauseforoncethisisme #sroloc writes stuff #prompts 2023 #maccadams #is this transformers

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bosskie · 8 months ago

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Molluck Anatomy Practicing

Man, it happened again... I just had to draw before going to sleep but yeah, finished after sleeping. I should try to do more sketchy sketches but it just happens that I just gotta do details and stuff... I still cannot really stand my line art, so I gotta kinda hide it under shading and stuff...

I'm not good at anatomy but I'm doing my best to learn it, though it's trickier here since Molluck ain't easy to draw... He got so long arms that I kinda had to make him have an odd pose to have at least one hand visible... My original sketch just didn't have big enough hands, so after fixes, I just had to accept this situation. I feel like I'm still not drawing his body proportions right... Also, just some weeks ago I realized that I have drawn his hands incorrectly multiple times, his fingers I mean... It just feels like I keep learning new things about him...

But well, this one feels like the best one so far. I guess that at least after getting that proper (poseable) 3D Molluck model done I start to understand how his anatomy, proportions and such work... I just see that there's something wrong with the anatomy and pose here but well, I just need to practice more. Though, it's kinda difficult to pose his legs since well, they are pretty dead, atrophic from not being used... I wonder if he is even able to move them, even a bit, or do they just hang around... But his odd little legs are somehow endearing, at least for me. Also yeah, I don't know why but Molluck looks somehow confused here... Like he had just woken up.

Oh, and this did remind me of one older traditional sketch similar to this I have never shown:

You can see him having incorrect hands here but it's just the amount of joints in his fingers. I might like the style better here but his body has more problems here.

Oh, and I just feel like adding that sometimes I just think about that how there seems to be less 'Molluck thirst' than it used to be like 3-2 years ago. Well, I can get it but mine hasn't faded away, at all, just getting 'worse'... Man, after two months it's been 3 years of Molluck for me. It just feels like I finally have found the right one for me. Getting into the Emperor (BG3) just strengthened this feeling since I just saw how strong my feelings for Molluck are, preventing me from really having other characters around me. Though, the Emperor only started to interest me because his appearance reminded me of Molluck (and I love octopuses) but he is still my favourite character in that game and I love him but only as a friend. (I even bought the whole game because of him... But it was worth it and I'm currently doing my 5th playthrough...)

I do understand if someone thinks that I'm 'crazy' or something since yes, I do am crazy about Molluck! Also, I'm used to be seen as 'odd', like my whole life, so yeah, it's just what I am. It's just that Molluck is so 'me', like I have said many times; he felt like me as a Gluk and that's what got me into him. I remember feeling nothing toward him when I saw him for the first time, both in AO and SoulStorm. I'm just kinda immune to appearance stuff... Someone can look pleasant but eh, it evokes no desire in me. I don't even wanna call someone beautiful before knowing the person. Stereotypically 'hot' people look even ugly to me... Well, I often see that I have different opinions than the others but I don't even find Molluck ugly, even he is kinda meant to be ugly, at least to humans, since the SoulStorm art book calls him ugly and says that he is even uglier now, but he is said to be attractive by Glukkon standards, so... Well, I seem to be attractive by 'human standards', so a good match, eh? I have said this earlier but I have just heard from multiple people that I'm (very) handsome... I don't even know what to do with my appearance, it's just for identifying me, what else it needs to be... I mean, I'm not even interested in looking attractive, just pleasant enough for myself.

I don't know what has made the others thirsty for Molluck but, like I said, my reason was that I saw myself in him and only after that his appearance catched my attention. But even it was so, man, he do is such a beautiful Gluk! And well, even if there do are some difficulties due to his body since it limits him, there are ways to deal with it and I'm glad to help him out; he can give big hugs and kisses! I still honestly don't know about these terms, like what he is to me, thought many terms can exist at the same time but the main one I mean... I prefer friend-like love but it's more than that still... Romantic love is something like seeing the other as ideal, not about true love, just being in love, if I have understood correctly (I have seriously needed to read multiple definitions for it and I'm still not sure...). I see that Molluck isn't perfect and I don't want him to be perfect either but he is perfect one for me still. I'm basically trying to say that I don't really feel like using this 'fictional other' term like many self-shippers seem to use since it doesn't describe mine well enough. Well, whatever, I just love this Gluk so much!

#molluck #oddworld molluck #molluck the glukkon #oddworld #art like a bosskie

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summonerscenarios · 2 years ago

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Hi there! This is my first time submitting requests and stuff and I'm not sure if you're still doing these but if you do, Cthugha and Akiha Gongen dating a tsundere MC?

Welcome, welcome~! Apologies that your first request took so long hun but I'm still learning more about these two. With that being said I hope this was well worth the wait (also idk why it was so hard to pin down a tsundere personality but i gave it a go lmao)

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Cthugha

From the offset things are heated - literally. Your attitude comes off as hot headed to those who make a habit of stepping on your toes or bothering you with something longer than a few words. Cthugha’s whole protagonist spiel almost certainly ticks that box, so it’s safe to say that things don’t necessarily end the most amicably. It’s not as though you intend to come off so callous, but it’s hard to get used to someone who’s so outwardly expressive and loud (though at this point you’re sure you should already be used to it considering just how many big players have been pushing your buttons with their attitude since you first appeared into this world).

That seems to put a bit of a damper into his mood, and you almost feel bad for the old one since he doesn’t seem too used to the whole friend making thing, much less someone who makes no attempts to be welcoming to people you’ve just met. That thankfully doesn’t last for very long before he’s springing right back into action, seemingly emboldened by some internal motivational speech as he seems more determined than ever to earn your respect and trust. You almost swear you hear something about character archetypes and story arcs, but if it makes him happy you’ll humor this dragon transient just this once - besides, Ryota’s always telling you to give people a chance and not to cut them off so quickly.

When you start hanging out more and more often you begin to learn more about him, namely the lack of interaction with others for millenia longer than you’ve been alive, alongside his penchant for treating everything like a hero story arc as a way to mask his self consciousness with a heroic bravado. Once you begin getting past all of that you slowly begin to get a feel for what he’s really like; Cthugha tries really hard to be someone that people can look up to and fawn over, and time and time again it’s rarely ever ended as well as he’d hoped. And yet despite all of this you’re one of the first people to give him a chance, the one person who at first acted brash and hostile in an attempt to ward him away. You’re not sure if it's that or just the fact that he’s so set on wanting to impress you, but those feelings of tolerating him morph into something fonder, something that you can’t quite put your finger on until it’s staring you in the face.

The first time those walls of yours finally melted Cthugha was absolutely smitten, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he’s down bad for you. It wasn’t as though he’d done anything particularly funny or outlandish, but it must have tickled you the right way as the sudden snort of laughter has him freezing in surprise, almost not believing his eyes and ears when you chuckle and lean up against his side so casually. You must not have realized what you were doing at first until you’d caught the therian looking at you, your face turning a pretty shade of pink as you straightened back up, doing a poor attempt to hide your face as you try to deny it in the first place. It’s such a small glimpse into what you’re like beneath that rough exterior, but Cthugua is absolutely in love, squirreling away that little image in his head like a CG to cherish later.

There are a few times where he fumbles, and worries that he’s locked himself out of your route by doing something to upset you; where he begins to doubt if you really enjoy spending time around him. He’s not used to opening up but you can see the change a mile away whenever he gets like this - Cthugha’s nowhere near subtle when he’s worrying, and the more he gets worked up the clearer it becomes before you have to all but drag him to sit and calm down before he ends up burning holes into the floor from the constant pacing. These times you’ll need to ease up on the tsundere attitude to offer him some reassurance - sure it’s not the most aptly worded but if it comes from the heart in your own way you’ll have him blubbering and cuddling up to you in no time looking for comfort.

When one of you gets flustered over the others actions it almost always triggers a chain reaction. It’s easy to work Cthugua up - he’d made the move to hold your hand once and he’d burned up so bad that you’d spent a good few minutes having to physically cool him down before he nearly ended up setting the place ablaze. Both of you are still getting used to affection - you because you’re still learning to open up and express your boundaries more confidently, and Cthugha because he’s got to be really careful to curb that explosive personality of his and outlet it in a way that doesn’t cause such a physical reaction. Needless to say that being in a relationship with the old one is a learning experience in and of itself. Give him some time though and once he’s finally got it under control you’ll be hard pressed to get him away from your side - Cthugua loves spending time with you, even if it’s just being in your general presence if you’re not in the mood for being doted on.

Akiha Gongen

The trope of opposites attract couldn’t be more applicable than you and Akiha Gongen, even before a relationship blossoms. Akiha is open and inviting, almost always beaming brighter than anyone you’ve met and eager to please and make people happy even if it’s at his own expense more times than not. This rarely ever helps him in the friendship department, as you’ve seen first hand that he struggles to interact with said friends thanks to his rule and generally emboldened vibe. You on the other hand couldn’t be more different - people should be put off by your harsh and usually rash personality, and you make very few attempts to curb your tongue around people who haven’t earned your respect and friendship. And yet time and time again people flock to you like moths to a flame, lured in either by the people they see in you or some otherworldly force that somehow gravitates them in your direction.

It’s frustrating, but there’s a small mercy in the fact that Akiha isn’t one of them, or at least doesn’t go outwardly proclaiming it every time you see him like some of the others do; maybe it's that which gives you pause, your usual icy tone leveling into something a little calmer. And it doesn’t go unnoticed either - the Summoners are shocked when they see you around him, watching what took them a good few weeks to accomplish happen within a matter of days - your trust is not easily earned, so the fact that he manages to get you to warm up to him so fast is a testament to just how lovable this big guy is.

Your bluntness and generally walled off demeanor doesn’t deter him in the slightest because he knows that beneath all of that initial coldness is such a warm and bright spirit, he just needs to figure out how best to earn your trust so you feel comfortable showing off that side more often! At least that’s what he reassures himself once he starts making a habit of spending time with you. It’s hard enough not to fall for that warm open act, but the fact he’s trying so hard to make a constant effort to win your attention and affections only makes it all the harder to not find yourself smitten with the tengu - not that you’ll willingly admit it.

His smile is infectious when he’s happy, and when you start going out rest assured every single one of those smiles is directed at you. It’s flustering to be under that much constant attention, but your embarrassed grumbles to stop looking is only met with even fonder looks content just to see you preen under the attention.

One of Akiha’s biggest weaknesses however is his concept of personal space when it comes to affection - when he gets too happy or excited the first thing he’ll want to do is pull you in for a hug, burying your face into his chest and cuddling you every chance that he gets. If you’re the kind of person who’s alright with affection this is fine, but it certainly takes some getting used to. The first time he let it get the better of him you’d brought him a gift - only a small trinket that you’d happen to spot in the shop window that made you think of him - but it’s as though you’d given him the biggest declaration of love with how he reacts. There’s no time to react before he’s scooping you into his arms, practically twirling you around and almost sending the gift flying as he all but smothers you in praises and thanks for such a thoughtful present. Thankfully he learns quickly, but it gets to the point that you can always tell when he’s yearning for affection, the none too subtle puppy dog eyes wearing away at your stubborn spirit before you finally cave and give him the all clear to be free with his affections.

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #imagine #housamo imagine #tokyo afterschool summoners imagine #cthugha #housamo cthugha #akiha gongen #housamo akiha gongen #housamo headcanon #ask #request

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mandysxmuses · 6 months ago

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//OK SO. As promised. A part 2 with the Keeper color meanings

Vergessene should be a pretty obvious one. His color is a bold royal blue and it's basically following similar reasoning to Inside Out, blue = really sad

(This being said, depression is much more than just feeling sad despite the misconception, blue is just a good color to represent it imo)

While I don't want Vergessene to be the sort of character where depression is his entire personality and defines his character completely, I can't deny it is a huge aspect of it. Renee infantilizes his condition and makes it worse, he's almost always trying to end his own life, and he was quite literally created by the Void to give his life for other people

So I found that blue was the best color for him since it is the most straightforward symbolism for feeling oof

Since I already did Renee, next in line is Walter! And of course as Todd likes to never stop complaining about, his color is pink.

Part of this was because my entire idea was making a really polite, sweet vampire character that likes candy and desserts, and that is a color often associated with those things

But pink also isn't far off from the color red, which for Walter would obviously link to blood and his potential to be monstrous, since he does have intense reactions to anger. So yes, a very sweet but also ANGY boi

Then we have Knirschen! His color is black, and personally I associate that with hopelessness and a lack of control. These themes are pretty strong with Knirschen. He is basically the only "killer" character who has no agency whatsoever in his killings, to the point he will even eat Verheiler. He's literally chained and caged in his own area. Black is a color I wanted to emphasize that feeling, and it's present in the areas of other characters as well. Todlich's most dark and dreary area, Shade, is one which also embodies a feeling of a lack of control and despair.

With all that sadness out of the way it's time for VERHEILERRRRR oh my shamelessly self indulgently made Bunny Boy

Mint is a really cute pastel green color and I thought it would do well with a soft character. It's a color already well associated with life and health, so giving that and gold to Verheiler was basically something that didn't need much thought

You know from the second you meet that fluffy mint man you are in good hands, and those colors represent that. Verheiler is best boy I will die on that hill

Then we have the infamous, incredible, and good-looking Captain Schatz! (And Catnip) I chose cyan for his color because it is a really bright, popping color that immediately sticks out, and Schatz is a big bright goofball

But it's also worth noting that most of his clothes match more closely to Vergessene's blue, which, as I have already discussed, means depresso

Not exactly subtle symbolism but

Catnip, meanwhile, has ginger fur

This has no connection to Emma or Toddie, I just thought it would contrast with Schatz's color scheme (making something seem a bit more "off" about Catnip with Schatz) and the sight red undertone has the even less subtle symbolism of DEVILS, HELL, THE SPOOPY DEMONS

Lovely sh🐁 t right there. NEXT

Begleiter is primarily silver in coloration. I don't think I gave this color to him in hopes of symbolizing anything, more just to emphasize he's a robot trying to learn to be more human

I did think about giving him more color as that happened, but I like the idea of letting him keep the silver, like he doesn't need to lose that to be a full person

Kanonier is red, and I think some of the reasoning for this carries on from Renee. Both characters serve some form of "justice" in the Void, as flawed as that sense of justice may be, but also I just thought a red sparkly cowboy would be EPIC

Serpentin has a darker, deeper green than Verheiler's mint. I wanted him to sort of look like a snake you'd find in the jungle, and the coloration represents that. He's something people may want to avoid but he's just a good sweet pea who wants to make friends

THERE ARE TECHNICALLY OTHER CHARACTERS I COULD GET INTO BUT I HAVEN'T WRITTEN THEM ENOUGH ON THIS BLOG TO BE CONFIDENT WITH THEM (but will write about them if asked)

#M; The Keepers #ooc #//Man I just realized after all this I didn't get into Clarice (MC's) colors AH WELL #suicide mention tw

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1.) I have a lot of comfort characters. I have had many more. However, the one I've easily had for the longest time is Nick Valentine from Fallout 4. Despite the fact I was well into my teens when I first knew of his existence.

2.) My favorite color is Cyan and, yeah-yeah I know I can just say "blue", but there's a specific color of cyan that I like in any shade. Why? Because it just feels like me and that the color is actually pleasing is great. Especially because I have a rocky relationship with loving myself and having something about myself (despite how abstract it is) be so aesthetically pleasing is so nice.

3.) I think my dream hair for me rn is to have it long enough to braid (And to actually wear braids) but short enough to read as masculine. As for color I really do like my natural hair color (Yes hello pumpkin orange ginger here.) However, I always wanted to have streaks of blue and black through it.

4.) Honestly? Spanish. Which I am learning. Took high school courses and try to keep all of it fresh with stuff like duo lingo.

5.) Do not base your personal worth or level of intelligence off your damn grades. You go in there and you do your best. If you don't make it through flawlessly that's fine. You're human. You just have to pass. You are more valuable than a slip of paper.

6.) Communication. Be open, honest, and up front. Everyone has different needs. Don't try and find a match try and find your compliment. Someone that makes you better by just existing.

7.) I do not consider myself to be very political but that's because I don't think human rights and environmental health should be political. I can angrily rant about those two things for hours often bringing my own experiences into it.

8.) This changes a lot. (ADHD) However, Dinosaurs and Jurassic World/Park franchise is something I have been hooked on since I saw it when I was a kid. Reptiles is the only close competitor.

9.) I can't really have pizza (Got a real bad reaction to tomatoes so red sauce is just a no. I get sick. I can still have BBQ & Ketchup for some reason???) You do you. I do love pineapple.

10.) I got a lot of these. Punk, cyberpunk, gothic meadival stuff, whatever Mandela Catalogue has going on, Old school creepypasta aesthetics, vulture culture, cabin in the woods 80s feeling stuff, retro futuristic (Think Alien)

11.) I don't really have parents? If my Mother was around I'd probably have shown her by now. My legal guardians live like 4 hrs away. They don't even know what I do day to day.

12.) Spaghetti

13.) Depends honestly, if I'm in a rut digital always gets me out of it. Traditional is more convenient tho.

14.) I love acrylic paint to paint murals and I love me some good ol' graphite.

15.) American Pie - Entirely my BFs fault.

16.) Hehehe! This is a question for me since I YouTube is always running in the bg of my room. I think Wendigoon is pretty entertaining if you like video essays and horror stuff. Wowman too. There's a person named Linfamy that I have recently gotten hooked on he does Japanese history and mythology stuff. If you're an animation person Dead Sound. I can go on but there's a good list.

17.) Like maybe an hour ago on sleep. I've been randomly falling asleep all day. I just took a sip of soda.

18.) Swamp & coastal forest and such. I like it warm, humid, and wet.

19.) Silent treatment, breaking promises, eating loudly

20.) Night owl

ask game!!

1 - comfort character

2 - fave color and why

3 - dream haircut/color

4 - any languages you want to learn?

5 - any advice for school?

6 - any relationship advice?

7 - any political/serious topics you can angrily rant about for hours?

8 - any fandom/niche/hyperfixation topics you can rant about for hours?

9 - opinion on hawaiian pizza

10 - favorite aesthetics??

11 - do your parents know about your account?

12 - least favorite food?

13 - do you prefer to draw traditionally or digitally?

14 - favorite art medium?

15 - current earworm song?

16 - any youtubers you recommend?

17 - when was the last time you slept? ate? drank? stretched?

18 - favorite biome/landscape?

19 - any pet peeves?

20 - early bird or night owl?

#ask game #that was a lot of typing #that was kinda fun ngl

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nyxyooni · 2 years ago

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(2)Honey Ties

hello!! this is like a day and a half later than I had hoped it wouldve been but it is here!!! and since it is incredibly late i will be editing it after i get some sleep into me. enjoy this chapter!!!

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Admittedly, it was harder to notice when someone was staring at another person rather than at you but it was a skill that all seven of them had to learn. Nobody would get away with eyeing their father in even the slightest of disrespectful ways. Yeah, maybe Dick, Jason, and Tim dressed to truly impress whenever they attended events with their father to hopefully get some attention off him. They would do anything as long as it got the attention off their father.

Luckily for them, everyone was much more interested in the allusive Wayne children actually attending a public event than Bruce showing up. Barbara was right but then again when wasn't she? Rich people loved the spectacle of an event rather than the event itself. Naturally, if all the children that Bruce Wayne had, who were near impossible to spot in public, showed their faces in one place for all the upper-class fuck-faces of Gotham to look them over to their heart's content would garner a lot of attention.

If they had to fight back chills from hearing an older woman whisper to her friends about how, 'oh, the Wayne-Drake boy is just about legal, didn't you know,' then it was all worth it to not have those same women try and rub themselves over their father. Tim was raised by Rich Folk so he, unfortunately, knew how to handle these types of situations very well, Jason, on the other hand, was in charge of making sure Cass didn't shred some creeps throat with a fork and vice versa.

However, somewhere along the night, Steph joined the gala and offered an excellent distraction for Cass. With one potential threat neutralized and Dick had finished his rounds, quietly and swiftly stifling any raising suspicions as to why the host of the gala, the one, and only Bruce Wayne wasn't present, he put himself in charge of keeping Jason back.

"Where's Duke?" Sipping on a glass of champagne he swiped off a server on his way to where Jason had made himself comfortable on the shaded side of a column, Dick leaned against the other side of it. The one with proper lighting hitting it.

"Hm? Oh." Jason tightened his crossed arms, "he's with Bab's at the table near the entrance," not moving, voice miffed Jason answered. It was no secret that Jason absolutely despised galas. It wasn't the fact that a large number of strangers milled around a part of the manor, no, it was the fact that there were hardly ever any genuine people attending. Galas were places where rich old men could have their pissing contests, prey on younger women who most of the time were there as eye candy and decoration, and most importantly assholes desperately trying to get into Bruce's bed.

Jason remembered, very vividly, a time when he was brought to a gala where a man who was at least thirty years older than Bruce at the time was trying to get him to leave Jason with, 'some of the pretty girls I have around my house.' The only reason why Jason didn't claw the motherfucker's eyes out was because Bruce had picked him up, held him just a smidge too tight, and damn near snarled that they were leaving.

"That's good, I was worried that Duke would have to go at it solo but seeing as he has Bab's with him then it should all be good," taking another sip from his glass Dick shifted against the column, "leaving him alone would've been like leaving fresh kill out for hungry wolves..."

Groaning, Jason banged his head against the column pretty hard considering that Dick had managed to hear it, "I keep telling you that we should just kill the old hag," Carmila Ellsworth was a woman who had been preying on young boys ever since she turned thirty, she was one of those people who everyone knew belonged in jail but no one would ever see her behind bars. Jason had been crusading for her death ever since he heard her say some nasty shit to Dick while he was still very much underage.

Nodding, Dick sighed, "I want to too but Tim is in the process of swindling all the money he can from her and he can't do that if she's dead." Throwing the last bits of his drink back Dick set his glass on the tray of a server passing by, smiling at the man kindly. "After Tim's done, then you can kill her."

Whatever joy Jason had felt from the news was completely drained out of him when he saw a certain someone walk in the hall and of course, he wasn't the only one because almost immediately the volume of the place increased as people wasted no time.

Dick sucked in air, clicking his tongue when he saw some women practically run over to Bruce, "I hope Damian doesn't get spooked..." and it was a valid concern, the baby was on the sensitive side when it came to strangers. But then on the other hand if Damian started getting angsty then Bruce would have no choice but to leave...

Chewing on his bottom lip Jason couldn't stay still, pushing off the column he took a couple of steps towards where Bruce and Damian were steadily being swarmed but stopped in place. Sure he could go in there and scare all the fuckers away but... how many times had Bruce told him to behave? How many times did Bruce pull ever so slightly on his ear as he gently scolded him, 'Jay, you have to be careful,' as if he was judged for his own behavior and not Bruce.

"Damian looks cute..." Dick had to bite his lip to keep himself from bursting out laughing, it was obvious that Jason was trying to distract himself from all the people swarming their father and potentially stressing their baby brother into a fit. "Since when has he had a suit?" Nodding towards the baby's direction Jason crossed his arms again, "I mean, it's gotta be tailored, right?"

"Yup," walking to stand next to his brother Dick kept carefully trained eyes onto all of the people loitering around Bruce. He may not be as loud as Jason but boy does he have a pair of lungs on him. "Bruce had to it done for him..." tearing his eyes off his father and baby brother Dick found Jason standing so ram-rod straight and stiff that a strong enough breeze could shatter him into a million tiny pieces of spite, disgust and smoking protectiveness. "A while ago..."

"Hm, I see." Jason was practically eating the entirety of the inside of his cheeks. So really, how was Dick not supposed to poke fun at him? Especially when he was glaring with so much heat that his eyes seemed to almost glow red and a steady stream of spoke floated out from his nose.

"You know... it would work a lot better if you stood right next to Bruce—" Dick didn't get to finish whatever he was going to say and considering just how hard Jason had elbowed him, he wasn't going to finish anytime soon. Gasping as quietly as possible so as not to attract the wrong type of attention Dick tried to regulate his breathing, shit, did Jason break one of his fucking ribs?

"Shut up." Jason turned to glare down at him, it would've been very effective if Dick hadn't known him since he was a little kid and grew up with Alfred.

Grinning Dick looked over at Bruce, unlike before there were less people around their father, maybe because he had his baby son with that people became a little less interesting with... socializing with Bruce. A little bit of a shock considering how there was so much buzz about the brand new addition to the Wayne family, sure Bruce could take in disturbed teenagers all he wanted but maybe he shouldn't adopt a baby. Tabloids from just about everywhere kept repeating the same bullshit for almost two months, 'Bruce Wayne is not suitable for raising a baby.'

Yet, even with so much hubbub from the public, there wasn't all too much traffic around Bruce and Damian, great, maybe it was destined to be an uneventful night. Perfect for not only them but also their father, it was also a rare night, no one had hit on Bru—oh no.

Whatever smile was just about to be stamped onto Dick's face disappeared the moment some man leaned into Bruce's personal space, probably whispered some bullshit into their father's ear as he held their baby brother—

"Ja—" It was too late, Dick was still trying to put himself together physically and Jason was already walking toward Bruce and the stranger.

How hard was it to have a decent night in one of the most wicked places in the world.

#*stumbles onto stage with iced coffee in one hand a bag of takis in the other* um. good morning?#i am not okay. but this might be #listened to EAT SPIT! on repeat while i wrote the last 300 words it might not mean anything but it probably does #civilian!bruce wayne #civilian bruce #dick grayson #jason todd #dc #civilian bruce au #my dc fic #honey ties

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