#but i have a lil bit of brain rot i fear

[mountainsinaboat]

Karen & Martha - The Children's Hour

I could not get these two out of my head. enjoy! (change the playback to HQ)

[unimo]

I really like your HCS about Lawrence, would mind sharing more? :)

hello anon! ^_^ here’s some lil excerpts i got lol cw for suggestive and icky

he secretly really likes it when someone compliments him, not necessarily for the compliment itself but for the sentiment behind why someone would do it in the first place (also likes the compliment too depending on what it is)

has accidentally mentioned embarrassing things while talking to coworkers and strangers so he keeps quiet for that reason too

dude can’t keep it up (due to being a druggy and also being sorta dead rip) but he does have aphrodisiacs that help- once he takes them tho it overwhelms him a bit 🌀 (be prepared to be obliterated by a emotionally volatile horny man)

dude wants to smoke down and talk about theories and hypotheticals with someone he trusts so bad 😭 just watch random ass youtube videos and be brain-rotted together

as a kid he loved those fantasy 80’s animated movies, also disney movies, i don’t have evidence just trust me 💫

probably had unlimited internet access to his family’s computer and would look at weird things, part of the reason why his parents knew he was such a weirdo (he didn’t know how to clear the history rip)

can be pretty desensitized to the way he smells and how the smells of stuff he messes with sticks to his clothing (the mix of drugs and depression messing with his priorities and mental state) he’s accidentally made poor bystanders and coworkers gag while standing too close to him 💀

already pretty canon but man does not care how you look naked wise- fat, skinny, hairy, smooth, smelly, discoloration and birthmarks he don’t care and has seen it all while online. he fears people and everyone’s an enemy to him until proven otherwise but if he really likes you, your personality and soul, he’s silently loving every and all parts of you and wishing the same 🥰

part of the reason he finds people to be deceitful flowers is because of his parents, also just being observant. he’d see them being friendly and loving one minute until individuals would leave and they’d talk bad about them afterwards. he finds it incredibly distasteful and makes him weary of nice individuals.

[spilledmilkfkdies]

So ever since @calissarowan posted their Dumantlos fan child, my brain has rotting about my old Gantlogron fan child and couldn't help but ask, in your opinion how would Gantlos and Ogron be like as parents to their own child other than Duman?

Oooooo hm!!

Jk- Kinda.

Though I have given Gantlos a dead daughter from his "pre-wizard" years, so I don't doubt he has more experience. I was gonna remove her from the equation temporarily, but you said MY opinion, so I'm letting her stay 🗣🗣

Now I do think it depends on when they manage to acquire a child, in whatever way, but rn let's pick the foggy period between locking away the fairies and S4, my absolute favourite one for random stuff to take place in fr. Enough room for them to slip into a more normal lifestyle, but still with that sneaky lil "We're not done yet." to add a bit of drama oOoooOooo

All things considered though, I would like to think they do try as parents. They'd never intentionally harm their kid in any way, and they do care so very much, even if they don't always show it in the most obvious ways. But I'd hope a gantlogron baby would know that at some point, having spent enough time with them to pick up on all the cues and all that. Can I guarantee that a person raised by them is the kindest, most understanding individual around? Probably not. But neither are Ogron and Gantlos themselves, so there. I guess.

Next on my list of things I wanna bring up; would the child be magical? BECAUSE, don't get me wrong, they'd love em either way- But. I know for a fact Ogron especially would be ecstatic to learn their child had magic in there somewhere. Exploring it with them, training, that's so much more interesting to him than all the reading and writing (even though he absolutely adored all of that too, but shhhh don't tell anyone). Might go a little overboard, can definitely see that happening, so Gantlos will have to help balance it all out.

At the end of the day, I'm a "There's worse parents to have" TRUTHER idc idc. Gantlos might need a sec to adjust to things and get used to the idea of having another child after what happened to his last, but also that was so long ago fr, who's to say that even matters anymore (me??). Things would end up fine either way, Ogron would help him right through it. That and the. "I fear I'll break them with the slightest touch" period he'll undeniably go through as well. In which Ogron did all the holding, but Gantlos would be on his ass constantly about "doing it wrong", all the while being too stressed to hold the baby himself. Getting out of that phase was a joy for everyone involved.

Overall they both have their parenting flaws, but again, they're not the worst. They do a decent job and have a pretty good time. Until the kid becomes a teenager, they're gonna be fighting for their lives. Ogron is gonna "While you're under MY roof-" it up, Gantlos would pull a "Because I said so." I'm so sorry 😔😔

[uriekukistan]

HI RIN!!!

For the WIP ask: How about 3, 4, 10, 15, and 16? Hope you have a great day!

HIII THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :D sorry for the late reply i've been feeling kinda sick but i fear you've hit the yap button w these....though unfortunately i dont have enough of any of these written to provide a proper snippet my apologies </3 HOPE YOURE DOING WELL !!

3 - WIP I talk about (hasn't started yet)

this is a more recent idea that i just had and talked a bit abt on here i might refine it some before i actually start writing it, but in short i was thinking what if. when yuuji died at the detention center megumi accidentally cursed him? i’ve been thinking of yuuji as a rika-like curse or maybe (probably) something more humanoid but. imagine the GUILT that megumi would feel ooohhhggg it would hurt so bad i need to think more about this  but i have had the idea for a while about itafushi cursing each other at the detention center…..now that i have more time i can actually work on fleshing this out so 

4 - WIP that is secretly rotting my brain & 10 - WIP I started because because of a song

not to combine two asks again i SWEAR its related 

actually i don’t think i’ve ever talked abt this one before…maybe with like one person. and i haven’t started it yet either but it lives in my brain RENT FREE. but its a horror/angst idea inspired by jjk 266 because im EVIL

basically the idea is that in order to reach megumi’s soul, yuuji has to travel Through sukuna’s soul. in doing this, he basically experiences life as sukuna like all the atrocities he committed and cannibalism, some other things. and he’s conscious the whole time but can’t stop anything even he tried because he’s just living sukuna’s memories. ooooh the guilt the sickness the trauma i need to write this idea so bad

the reason i included 10 in this is because i first got the idea when i was listening to “talk” by hozier and the line about the voice that urged orpheus and the choiceless hope in grief. the fic doesnt really align with erm the rest of the song but like the idea of yuuji going through literal Hell to save megumi (like he didnt go through enough already) and the way i saw that in the jjk universe was sukuna’s soul

15 - WIP that is just all my favorite tropes bound together with the power of love

i would say koi no yokan but since i finished editing the last chapter today i feel like that doesnt count as a wip anymore :( 

now i’d say it’s my (unstarted) actor au because it has slow burn elements, historical elements (IM SO EXCITED ABT THIS), secret/forbidden romance…probably lots of meddling (/affectionate) nobara. i havent fully planned it out yet bc i don’t like to have too many active multichapters at once </3 but i love the idea of writing itafushi falling in love twice in parallel stories 🥹

16 - WIP that has an audience of 1 and it is me

is this an appropriate time to talk abt original work……………………………i’ve never talked abt that here before omg

it’s still in its infancy im talking world and characters barely in existence (i’m better at plotting first and building as necessary but idk idk) but this morning i actually came up w a title for it and a vague beginning and ending so i can start building more from there but. 

its a fantasy story set in a fictional kingdom (wow big shocker /s) and the idea that i’ve centered my plot around so far is this doomsday cult. here’s a lil peak into my lore doc (hides faster than the speed of sound) (yes i named the cult before the kingdom what about it)

the story is tentatively named (though i will probably stick with it) "when the sun bleeds red" after the first line of the prophecy. which to me not only refers to the prophecy but the type of imagery i'll be striving for with the more violent scenes kjdgfhfjdh

i'll be running away and hiding myself in a ditch now cant believe i spoke abt my original work publicly

[decaf-mother]

"Unexpected Introduction"

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MDNI

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Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

Zombie AU {Resident Evil Inspired}

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@writeforfandoms is also doing a Gaz zombie AU so please check them out too. They have many absolutely wonderful stories.

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Warnings: Horror, Angsty, A lil softness

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Life really truly can be a major dick sometimes.

The sickening stench of rotting flesh hung in the air, the only noise left in the streets was disturbed gurgles and groans.

Every step Gaz took was with caution as he watched his surroundings, the gash on his arm wasn't ideal for this situation either.

Just had to get separated...

Blood leaked down his arm in a somewhat steady flow, he feared his injury could somehow be sensed. Make him an easier target- prey.

He wasn't entirely sure if that was true but that's how it felt, that wasn't a good feeling. None of this was a good feeling.

Medical supplies... Need to find at least something for this.

Carrying on he slipped inside the nearest house that didn't look completely trashed, moving around corners slowly. He explored with floorboards groaning in complaint beneath his boots.

Entering a bedroom he took note of the photos along the walls... Family photos. They looked so happy- it filled him with dread to think most likely the once happy family was now a bunch of flesh eating monsters.

Maybe they got out okay.

Just then he stepped a little too close to the closet, a figure lunging out at him before he can fully react- blade coming for his shoulder.

"FUCK!!!!"

Luckily his reflexes are still damn good, grasping the wrist of the assailant. Your body effortlessly was pushed back and your spine collided with the edge of the closet door frame.

Kitchen knife clatters to the floor and your eyes meet his, a deep brown staring back at you intensely.

"You're not one of them..."

You mutter in acknowledgement as you take in the fact he's very much human... As far as you can tell his injury doesn't look like a bite wound either.

"Neither are you."

A pause follows his response as he glanced over your bloodied clothing, torn from a heavy struggle. That knife was your only weapon- made him wonder how the hell you were still alive.

The stains he could see weren't the ones of concern, the blood on your hands that reeked of the dead would forever stick with you. Memories etched into your mind that wouldn't go away.

"Can you... Let go of me now?"

"As long as you promise to not stab me the moment I turn around."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly as a bit of amusement lingers in your eyes, humor seems like the perfect escape given the situation.

"I think it was already confirmed trying that does not end well for me."

You could see a faint smile as his grip loosens on you, letting you go as he steps away to give you your personal space back.

You glance over at his arm again and suck in a breath.

"I can help..."

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{This series may be long or short I don't know. My Resident Evil and COD brain rot connected together and this is the result. I may even do more shit like this because no one can stop me.}

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{@sofasoap @sarraa-26 @soupbinsoup @gothgirl6-6-6 }

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[opheliajupiter99]

PLAY Pt. 6 (OUAW Horror Fanfic)

*Just as Hootsie and 'Gideon' had come decided to work together to escape, they could hear creaking on the floorboards out in the hallway, coming closer to the door. They already had a feeling who it was, but the haunting mimic of a voice confirmed it* "Uncle Gideon! Do ya know where my darlin' lil' daughter ran off to?" *She held back a whimper, 'Gideon' looking to the door panicked, then back to her*

*'Gideon' stood up from the bed* "Just a second, lil' green!" *He called out, then moved towards the wardrobe, opening it as quietly as he could and gesturing for Hootsie to hide inside. She did so, the sound thankfully muffled by piles and piles of clothes stuffed within, not just copies of Gideon's clothing, but outfits of likely dozens upon dozens of other people he'd been forced to copy over Gods only know how long*

*After closing it back up, he headed towards the door and opened it. She couldn't see from within, as expected, but she could hear 'papa' enter the room, huffing angrily* "What an ungrateful little thing.." *He said, the mimicry of papa's voice faltering considerably as his tone grew insulted in nature* "And you! Why do you think you even exist? You're supposed to entertain these wailing brats!"

*There was silence for a moment, before 'papa' huffed again* "If you weren't the only one of my toys with half a brain left, I'd cut your stitches right now!" *He shrieked angrily at 'Gideon', stomping a little goblin foot in anger. 'Gideon' cleared his throat* "I-I'm sorry sir. I just ain't seen her, that's all. I'm sure she's around here somewhere. She can't leave, ya know that, so she can't have gone far." *'Papa' just huffs again, stomping back towards the door* "You're right about that much. The others are looking about anyway. Stay here and rot, it's all your good for anyhow!" *He said before exiting, slamming the door behind him*

*Once the footsteps had gone far enough from the room, 'Gideon' moved back to the wardrobe and opened it, Hootsie plopping out amongst the piles of clothes. 'Gideon' chuckled a bit* "Heh...felt kinda nice to get one over on 'em, at least once. A'ight; there's a mirror in one of the other folk's rooms, the Kremy one, it'll getcha outside the house. It ain't much, but maybe ya can make some headway from there, and at least it'll give ya some space from father." *Hootsie nodded, nuzzling his leg a bit as a show of thanks for his kindness, then quietly exiting the room*

*She'd heard 'papa' mention the others were out looking for her; she hoped that meant there'd be nothing in the way of her getting to that mirror. Even still, she kept her steps as quiet as she could, as she moved down the hallway, passing other rooms marked with the names of the rest of her family. She noticed, as she looked from door to door, that none of the signs had the same wear and tear as the false Gideon's sign did. Perhaps these creations were newer? Maybe that's why they seemed so empty...*

*Soon enough, she found the door marked 'Uncle Kremy'. It was near the middle of the line of rooms, 'Aunty Twig' marked on the left and 'Uncle Frosty' marked on the right. She ever so carefully creaked open the door marked Kremy's, and peered inside. This room was somehow even more barren than the first; in fact, the tall mirror stuck on one of the walls was the only piece of furniture in the entire room. She looked around for a moment, then, still assuming, or perhaps just praying, that she was alone, moved hurriedly towards the mirror*

*She heard a voice cry out suddenly, making her hoot in surprise. She looked about, not seeing anyone else in the room; it was Uncle Kremy's voice, she knew it was! She desperately wanted that to comfort her in this moment, but she knew the kinds of tricks these things played, and shook her head, rushing towards the mirror in a fearful panic*

*She went through it with ease, slipping through as if it were the surface of water, and found herself plopped into a bush - well, it looked like a bush anyway, it felt more akin to a fluffy pillow. She could hear a familiar voice gasp at the sound of the bush rustling* "Hootsie?!" *Cried out Kremy's voice, rushing over to the bush. She let out a whimpering hoot and shivered, fearful of being discovered, and then-*

*The leaves of the bush parted as they were forced apart by clawed hands. It was Uncle Kremy - the REAL Uncle Kremy! With normal eyes and scales, tears coming to the corner of his eyes at the sight of his beloved niece. He fell to his knees, and Hootsie eagerly hugged him, nearly knocking him over as she hooted in utter delight, nuzzling against his shoulder. Kremy cried happy tears as he rubbed her back, sniffling* "I know, I know sweetie. I missed ya too..."

*After a moment of hugging, he pulled away from her, looking her over to make sure she was alright before giving her a sad smile* "I'm so sorry about all this, darlin'. I...I gotcha into this mess; I didn't mean to, but I...I did...I'm so sorry." *He said, more tears falling from his eyes. She hooted softly, her expression soft; after all she'd been through, she really didn't care, she was just so happy to see him* "But...I'm here now. And I'm gonna make sure ya get outta here, okay?"

*She nodded with another happy hoot. He helped her out of the bush, and as she emerged from it, she could see a matching pair of shiny black shoes to Kremy's, sticking out from a nearby bush, as well as bits of stuffing and torn burlap scales. Kremy chuckled a bit* "Don't worry, I got him." *He began to move forward, then he paused. He looked around a bit, making sure they were still safe for the moment, before he realized...he sighed. He needed to tell her*

*He looked down to Hootsie, one of her little paws holding his clawed hand as she stood partially upright* "Hootsie, I...when I getcha outta here..." *He paused, searching for the right words* "...I...I-I won't be able to come with ya, okay?" *She hooted, large brows furrowing in confusion* "I had to...do somethin' kinda drastic to get to ya down here. So...the Baron'll come and get me once ya safe." *She let out a whimpering hoot, and he looked down to her, giving the most comforting smile a conman could muster* "It's alright. I just...it didn't feel right now tellin' ya. I'm sorry, but I had to, to save ya. We still got some time, a'ight?" *She hooted softly, hanging her head a bit*

*They moved towards the basement door Kremy had unlocked earlier, though hadn't had time to open yet. He needed to find somewhere fully out of sight of all the creatures - which given this was their realm, wasn't an easy task - before he could call upon the Baron to get his niece free. Since the forest was little more than a backdrop, not to mention in clear view of the windows among other places, and of course, they couldn't be in the house itself, this seemed to be their only option; not a great one, but an option. If he had to, he could distract them, so Hootise could get away; he was doomed anyways, so there was no point in fussing over self-preservation anymore*

*The heavy metal doors creaked open, requiring the both of them to open it, before they entered into the basement, the doors swinging closed behind them. They didn't need to be alone for long for the spell to work, just long enough for nothing to conflict with it as the portal opened. He took a deep breath, still processing the fact his life would essentially end once the portal was open, but pushed the thought out of his mind, using the glow of his cane to illuminate the dark area around them*

*It was mostly empty; some scattered furniture, some wooden boards, and unsettlingly, various old children's toys, gathered around the basement and stood prominently, almost like some kind of sick trophies. Kremy's attention quickly focused on the far wall, wide and barren, a perfect spot for a portal. As they quickly moved to approach it however, they heard a long BANG that echoed with a metallic clang to it across the walls of the basement. Then two more in quick succession, Kremy hugging Hootsie to himself tightly, as the metal doors swung open with far, far too much ease..*

*Then, in the darkness, a hulking figure leaned to peer down into the basement, too tall to fit properly in the doorway, a pair of glowing, magenta button eyes peering towards the pair intensely*

"Aww, whatcha runnin' for, dove? All we wanna do is play with ya..." *The dark voice said with a sadistic chuckle*

[stabgore]

vampies scream (‘96) headcanons !! ⟡₊˚

just a lil dump for me to keep track ! this is mostly gonna be billy + stu since they’re giving me brain rot lately :3 alsoo, feel free to reblog, reply or whatever ! :D i’d love to hear ur hc’s too :3

BILLY ⟡₊˚

he/him + some neoprns (im unsure which ones at the moment but i just know he uses them.)

bpd haver ! mostly a projection hc but he definitely experiences all subtypes to some sort of degree. (fp is stu..)

total mama’s boy. huuuge daddy issues. (projecting)

i fear this man is 100% autistic. his special interest is horror movies for sure, the way he quotes them so easily? autism.

loves loves loves deftones and radiohead !!!

TRANSMASC . nobody can disagree w me on this one and if U do you will be taken around back and shot <3 /nsrs /j

he can drive, he has his license, but he just prefers not too. wether this is to do with road rage or something else he Hates driving.

adding onto the last one; when his dad is being an asshole he often turns up at stu’s house with this Look and he immediately knows whats up and doesn’t ask any questions while grabbing his car keys. they drive for a while, often stopping in an empty field a bit away from town and just sit in silence as they look at the stars.

anger issues !!!! when something sets him off he is impossible to calm down, you just have to ride it out. as soon as he is back in a clear state of mind he is ashamed of his behaviour and apologises constantly; especially to stu.

has a half sibling that he didn’t know anything about until his mother left.

cat person . i will not take any disagreements

BILLY WEARS GLASSES BUT HE MOSTLY USES CONTACTS (BOOOO)

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STU ⟡₊˚

has this whole surfer cool guy vibe going on but this man does not know how to surf. he took lessons as a kid but he is So imbalanced he just falls off the board almost immediately.

he has ADHD !!!!!!!

i feel like stu has quiet BPD — often bottling his emotions up until he finally bursts.

this man has such big brother vibes, i know he has an older sister in canon but he just reminds me of the middle child yknow?

HUUUUUGE dog lover . if he sees one across the street that man is running across the road just to pet it. i wouldn’t be surprised if he keeps treats on him 24/7

stu gives me Big kenergy . i cannot explain it TvT when he gets arrested (which is surprisingly a lot cus lets be real he’s a dumbass) he for sure smiles and poses for the mugshot.

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STUILLY ⟡₊˚

(this one is silly but its kinda cute soooo…) i think if they did get away with the final murder and survived they’d definitely move away together, get new names and identities and live happily in a cute apartment or something with dogs and cats :3 they know theres something between them but they honestly cant be bothered to do anything about it lol

[binch-i-might-be]

oh god. i cant. like. i have so many thoughts in my head rn. i need to choose just one to rant to you about. but my god. know i have SO MANY

and no bc i am constantly thinking about how they have to hide. how theyre so fucking in love but nobody can ever know. how their love is so fucking pure and sweet and yet nobody can ever see it, but the unhappy arranged marriages are flaunted for the world to see.

yk whats on my mind constantly? how nobody came to their wedding. because they couldnt. it would be too dangerous. not even the people who know. because it was already so dangerous, even when it was just them and the river and the stars.

and the LINE. "you can share your life with the man you love without fear and thats a luxury i will never have" lives in my brain. just constantly. like my god. you pulled out ALL the stops in that fic. that line tore me APART. like okay. what if i just sobbed.

god. im just. im cradling them in my hands. these poor poor boys.

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give them to me ....... send them ALL 🌀

dude it literally rips me apart. that's one reason I'm so obsessed with the reincarnation au, because finally finally finally they get to hold hands and kiss and be silly and young and in love. they're constantly in each other's arms, touching at every chance, to make up for the 45 years they had to hide

NOBODY CAME TO THEIR WEDDING! it was just them and it was so special but. they didn't even have an officiant. because no one would have married them :(

THANK YOU. I loved that line, I loved that John was the one who got to say it to Martha. he needed that. he deserved that.

actually you mentioning the wedding and Martha reminded me of a little bonus fic taking place during Green Eyes that's been rotting in my drafts for like two years now, I'm gonna put a lil snippet under a cut!

yeah. cradling them kissing them tucking them in nice and tight and protecting them :(((

“Alex, dear, I- would you mind telling me a bit about that wedding of yours?” she said, brushing her thumb over a chip in the smooth porcelain cradled between her hands.

She had asked George about it after Alexander had left last night, but he hadn’t been able to tell her anything, either. He had not been present for it; on some level, she had been glad, even if that was petty, perhaps.

It was just hard for her, sometimes, to realise Alex felt he could be open with his father while he so obviously treaded on eggshells around her, even giving a warning every time he was about to mention the man he wanted to share his life with.

To know George hadn’t been involved in that wedding was a bit of a consolation.

Alex snapped his head up and regarded her with wide eyes. “Really?” he said, and there it was again, that guarded expression, as though he expected her to launch into a lecture about sodomy and the fate of his immortal soul any minute now.

Martha ignored the dull pang in her chest that came every time she was reminded her sweet little boy distrusted her on some level now, and forced a smile. It felt stiff on her face, and she knew she had raised a very sharp young man, so she hid it behind her cup.

“Yes, really. Of course, I have attended some weddings in my time, but I do think yours might have been very… special.”

Alex huffed a soft laugh and cut his gaze away, his eyes finding the gently shining ring on his finger instead, and a blissful little smile conquered his features. “You could say that.”

Well, that distraction had worked quicker than she would have thought.

“So?” she prompted, careful, and nudged her knee against her son’s thigh.

“Um,” he said and slowly turned his cup between his fingers, an old habit he had picked up from George, who liked to absentmindedly rotate everything from wineglass to teacup when he was lost in thought. “What would you like to know?”

“Let’s start with something simple,” she said, and Alexander chuckled. “The date?”

“June sixth,” he responded at once, smiling softly to himself.

“Oh, a summer-wedding? That must have been nice," she said in an attempt to show him he had nothing to fear right now, that he could be honest and open with her as he was with his father. "Your father and I got married when he was on leave in January. The snow was beautiful. Awfully cold, though."

Her first wedding had been in autumn, but Martha tended not to dwell on that chapter these days.

Alex snorted a laugh and took a sip of his tea; he wasn't tense, and he didn't seem suspicious of her intentions anymore.

It was a start, she thought.

"It was… a little different from your wedding, I think," he said. His eyes were so soft and happy, not even a trace of his earlier tears in sight, and Martha wished she could understand it all. What drew her son to that boy, and what drew Laurens to her son, and how they fit.

It just seemed so odd to her.

"How so?" she prompted gently after a beat.

Alex flushed a bit at that, didn't meet her eye. "Well, it was… private. Just the two of us, out under a tree at midnight. The- the moon was full that night. Cloudless sky." He took a slow breath, and his smile slipped a little, gained an almost sad note. Martha shuffled closer and squeezed his arm. "We went down to the river and said our vows under a willow."

He turned back to her, his smile returning full force. "It was perfect. There's not a single thing I would have changed."

Martha hummed, thoughtful. She couldn't help but wonder about the stricken look that had flickered across his features just now.

"You mean that, love?" she said, and Alex nodded, let his eyes slip back down to the ring he twisted around his finger–Martha had to bite back a fond smile at that gesture, something she herself had done for over twenty years now. Perhaps Alex hadn't only picked up his habits from his father, after all.

"What was that frown about, then?"

[moe-broey]

Was there a particular moment where the characters of FEH really sunk their claws in for you?

For me personally was the half a body, half a mind page from the silly little side comic (aka where Robin asks Kiran if Alfonse is their other half and they chose to interpret that very literally). The revelation that Alfonse and Kiran’s dynamic switches who has the braincell in the prince/tactician dynamic was eye opening. And then the follow up of Sharena being fucking gobsmacked that local introvert prince managed to S rank Kiran was beautiful 10/10 makes me both happy and sad. And from then on the brain rot has been STRONG. No thoughts head empty only these lil guys.

Oughgh I'VE. BEEN RUMINATING ON THIS.... (which is. Why it took so long for me to respond to LMFAOO)

BUT.... first of all YOUR INTERPRETATION. OF THE "Half a body, half a mind" bit is HUGE. Like you're so right, there is a lot of symbolism there even if it's silly!!! And esppp Sharena's reaction to Alfonse making a close friend, so easily in her eyes... that absolutely would be a sleeper agent thing for me actually. Like. I wouldn't consider it until Much later, and when I did it just never left my mind.

And I think that's the thing!! I've actually been having a lot of trouble, trying to pinpoint exactly Where each took such a strong hold on me LMFAO. I think, because it's this gradual and constant process of taking in information, noticing something Odd, re-examining, re-contextualizing, and gaining new perspective.

It def happened quicker w Alfonse though, cause he's actually much easier to read. Immediately you can tell his words and actions aren't matching up, and through that you can tell his feelings aren't matching his words either. You also see the clear reason Why he's Like That, on. Several different levels.

I think.... the lines of dialogue that always stick with me. His entire level 40 convo. I'm always thinking about it. I'll often revisit it. And, a lot of his lines to or about the summoner: "Please, remain with us, [summoner]?", "Or... is it that reality has been reshaped by my fear of having lost [summoner]?"

BUT, I think. What really got me was actually his Forging Bonds with Dieck. Like at this point I was already in way too deep LMFAO BUT. Dieck's fucking dialogue fucked me up SO much actually

I AM LITERALLY ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT THIS FUCKING DIALOGUE ‼️‼️‼️‼️It REALLY opened my eyes AND put words to something that was Constantly nagging at me. How Alfonse, from the very start, will say one thing, and then. Directly contradict himself. Not because he's disingenuous -- but because he's so split in two.

AND. AUGHHGH!! THAT'S!!!! You think he's so reserved, and he is. But he wears his heart on his sleeve and will talk openly with anyone who will listen. You think he's the cool and collected type, he OFTEN leaves people with that impression. But SO many times he acts rashly, with little regard for himself. He claims, he can't be driven by emotion because those driven by emotion cannot rule. BUT HE. IS. SUCH A PAINFULLY EMOTIONAL CHARACTER. Almost EVERYTHING he does is driven by his emotions -- I absolutely think so much about how he has a bit of a temper on him, and I think about all the little ways he so clearly and deeply loves Sharena, I think about how much of a mess he is over Bruno, I think about just how quickly he warmed up to the summoner despite insisting upon keeping his distance. Hell, you think he's like. This very serious guy. And he is! Aaand then next thing you know he's dug a ditch and he's thrown himself into it and he's covered in mud. AND. THE WILDEST PART OF THAT. Is the Way he does it, the reason Why, it. Tracks. Like yeah. He would do that. That's actually not out of character for him.

(ALSO as a side his Forging Bonds w f!Alear also live in my head rent free -- another instance of, taking a step back and re-evaluating. It was actually so refreshing in a way? You get used to just how warm he is with the summoner, that you forget just how cold he can be too. That's ALSO something I'm so not normal about. The asshole tendencies. The coldness, and the ruthlessness. It's subtle, but There. He does have a harsher side to him.)

AND ALL OF THIS....... still only feels like the tip of the iceberg. But literally I will never shut up about it LMFAOOO I GOTTA. BECAUSE. SHARENA‼️‼️‼️

I think actually I have an easier time pinning down where I started having Thoughts about her. Because, I made the same mistake a lot of charas in-universe make, even Alfonse, himself. Assuming, that just because she's outgoing and friendly, that she has an easier time making friends. When like. Really, it's been present the whole time actually -- from that FEH comic, to the Paralogues featuring Katarina, like. She doesn't. She struggles just as much, if not more.

But I think, the exact point I actually internalized this was in her Forging Bonds w f!Byleth. Like. Those convos REALLY make it clear, so much so I felt stupid for not even seeing that sooner. And, it helped me re-contextualize her level 40 convo also! When I first got that dialogue, I really didn't know what to make of it. LIKE. ABSOLUTELY she's so sweet and I love her. But. I really had no idea what to make of it! Until like. It became clear to me, ohhhhhhhh I. Fell for the front she puts up as a defense mechanism. You can be cheerful and silly and deeply hurt and have just as many interpersonal issues as someone who like. Shows clearer signs of having those issues. Okay! Got it 🫡 SHKAHSJSHJAJ

And then I think that's when I became just deeply unwell about her too LMFAOOOOOOO

[almostfoxglove]

FREYA you can't keep feeding me max like this, i'm trying to wean myself off! of the incredibly smarmy vampire bastard! this is intolerable, how dare you make him so charming!!!

okay but really, i just about threw my phone (saved it) when i saw that The Prettiest got an update. it’s essentially one of the touchstones that got me reading fics like it in the first place — along with SYAT and ICY, waving a fond hello to them! — and it has a super special spot in my heart because… again, it unfortunately made me crack open for said smarmy vampire bastard.

max wanting (even briefly) for there to be another ghost hanging around or something made me giggle, but i honestly think what got me the most was the whole writhing mass of tenderness that he was trying to fight back with a broken stick. metaphorically, i mean. max, sweetheart, if you're thinking about holding hands on the blacktop and cuddling before falling asleep, you've already done some falling. i'd pray for him, but… vampire. ouch.

i am SUCH a sucker for yearning. like it is ridiculous, i cannot BELIEVE how much it gets me. the wistfulness (or spite? in max's case? denial) always hits so good. call me a low-key sadist, but the punch of anxiety and fear he feels — very specifically that line about how if you think he's disgusting it might make it true, which has been living in my head for actual days — is a decadent meal.

i love all the little details you always put into all of your works. the way you describe max's mannerisms will never stop being amazing — like the bit with his rocking jaw? a pedro-ism!! i can visualize that!! i adore the inclusion of any and all pedro-isms that make stuff so vivid, so that one was *mwah* chef's kiss. also alas, the reader made the fatal error of admitting to max that they like his voice and now he really will never shut up. worth the funny little voice crack he made though. He has it baaaad.

between that and Sounds Dangerous, i have been fed entirely too well… ;; a part of me ofc revels in max groveling, because (i assume) we all enjoy seeing him be taken down a peg or two. but i was having so much fun that i felt actually giddy reading through his attempts to buy forgiveness with flower arrangements. (should have stuck with the chocolate, lol.) such a fun piece, i love unconventional formatting, and checking the little timestamps/dates was neat!

that's all for now!! but i want you to know that as always i am devouring everything you write with ravenous but respectful hunger. all my love to you and your amazing work ❤️

P.S.; very unrelated side-note, but i impulse-bought a little posable figure of mando aka din djarin. he hangs out on my desk. very good fic reading buddy, but a bad beta reader. he gives no feedback :(

- that one long and rambling anon

(double P.S.: OH GOD FREAKY TALES IS GONNA KILL US ALL)

RAMBLING SWEETHEART HELLO FRIEND!! okay truly I am so sorry for the max brain rot but also I am only a little sorry because I'm so very grateful to know you're in this prison of max phillips yearning with me. could really use the company :,)

you are so cute for catching the lil jaw rock. I love including lil pedro-isms and physicality in fics, it's just so much fun? and he's so expressive!! hell yeah I wanna put that in!! (like you didn't hear it from me but like this frankie head hold hug is ... not not gonna come up in a fic in the future......... not at all)

anyway, I'm over the moon you liked the new chapter for the prettiest after the wait I put y'all through and sounds dangerous (was so much fun to be silly and make that man pathetic) <3 this made me so smiley - as usual, you are an angel and bringer of joy :,) thank you sm for reading & being so kind to me honey <3 I'm sending you so much love. you are the best. love you to bits and pieces, ok??

dfhadskjf your lil mando?? pls. I'm picturing him posed hands on hips to read your screen HAHA I love that. perhaps he has no feedback because you're writing pure genius works of art??? seems like the only explanation to me!!

P.S. DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON FREAKY TALES I WILL NOT SURVIVE THAT MOVIE. my ass in real life = idk about marriage man (hysterical bc I'm married) that's just not everything to me. my ass the second a pedro boy is married = dead, on the floor, howling, scratching at the walls. WHY? I DON'T KNOW. IT JUST DOES THINGS TO ME.

[dollivication]

omg im sawrryyyy!! i js finished replaying his missions and im having this crazy v brainrot ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)  i need to take some1 w me into the dark side and spread the yandere!v agenda and ur the first one coming w me🫡

lil lil question have u tried janitor ai? its kinda like cai but i think it does allow nsfw:3

us.. LMFAO

AND ZONT EVEN WORRY!!! i’m going thru a v brain rot too it’s LETHAL and i need to be stopped…. literally acting up over our poetic bbg im abt to do something wicked 💔💔 his lips are so yummy

AND UNFORTUNSTELY I HAVENT!! (◞‸◟) laik… i’m a bit dumb dumb stupid dumb so the process of getting in is complex 4 me.. DHHFJHKDK… the gods refuse to let my full power awaken i fear </3……..;;

[yap-bot100]

Spoilers of Inside out 2

If you haven’t watched it and you plan to and you somehow got this post, sorry to say but this one ain’t for you unless u’re one of them people that r fine w spoilers and in that case I’m judging u just a lil bit.

Can I just talk ab how all the emotions have one colour: hair, eyes, body. One colour. But not Joy, nor Anxiety. Joy of a yellow body has blue hair and blue eyes, which I think has been could argued that it’s to match Riley’s eyes and that makes sense but why not her hair? Riley’s blonde and yellow is closer to that than blue?? She’s matching w Sadness, which again makes sense u gotta have sadness to appreciate happiness and same vice versa but Sadness doesn’t have any yellow?? Ok and Anxiety has teal eyes and that makes sense bc of envy and that can be a big cause of anxiety for some people. BUT MY GUY JUST TELL ME IF IT HAS SYMBOLIC MEANING OR IF ITS JUST COOL CHARACTER DESIGN. GOSH.

Also I think it’s sick that the emotions have emotions. Like none of them are entirely the emotion the are. Obviously Joy has felt sadness and anger HOLD ON WAS JOY SARCASTIC AT ONE POINT?? I SWEAR IN THE FIRST ONE SHE WAS. Anyway, all of the OG emotions have felt fear. Disgust felt love. Anger was supportive and gentle (Huzzah!). Fear was almost envious but inspired by Anxiety. Joy felt annoyed for that. Anxiety felt pride in what they were doing *initially*. The emotions of the emotions are pretty much their personalities.

WHAT IF THEY HAD THEIR OWN EMOTIONS IN THEIR METAPHORICAL BRAINS. COULD YOU IMAGINE? What if one of them has like a breakdown and decides to change everything about themselves? What if she basically lost an emotion, say Disgust, does she just become some unhygienic, incorrectly-stereotypical teenage boy binging all the Die Hard movies and the Matrix rotting away in her room?

Actually, that’s not that disgusting but I get what I’m saying.

It’s pretty obvious that the emotions opinions on things are Riley’s too but like her crush on that fictional character, it’s in the secrets vault yeah? But Disgust is head over heels in love w that boy. So what? Is it Fear that just goes ‘Nuh uh uh honey, you say smth ab liking that thing people gonna lose it’ or is it just Joy’s bias that he ain’t that cool. CONFLICTING EMOTIONS ARE SO FUN TO THINK AB.

[obsoleteozymandias]

gay man lookin for a marvel matchup here!

20, he/they, kinda shaggy black hair, pasty lil white boy, brown eyes, 5'4, kind of a pathetic twink. i wear glasses. average outfit would be all black, sweater, skinny jeans, big stompy boots, and an assload of rings and necklaces- i guess one could describe it as like, the dress of a comfy elder emo. but i really want to incorporate dark academia into that mix. i'm a silver jewelery kind of guy, my fave color is black/blue/purple and my favorite crystal is iolite. i'm very picky about textiles and the feel of things.

my music taste is pretty much 80's-2010s rock, divorced dad rock, 2000's-2010's pop, and country, but i'm quite picky about country - i enjoy rascal flatts and carrie underwood, as well as musical theatre. my favorite musical is jekyll and hyde :)

i'm a huge nerd, especially when it comes to dnd, lord of the rings, horror, and various other types of media, and my favorite thing is getting people into them. if I've met someone who has never watched lotr, or perhaps never listened to black sabbath? brace yourself. i'm the type to infodump through a movie, and i enjoy others doing the same. tell me everything that goes on in your mind, you know? watch me hold it up to the light and be unfazed.

i also enjoy history and classic literature, and will infodump about queer undertones in it. all this to say, i'm just very passionate about things. especially space. i also collect! i collect many things - bottles, trinkets, jewelry, crystals, animal bones, things pertaining to my interests. my room reflects my mind- cohesive in its own way, but cluttered, spacey.

i'm creative, kind of a dreamer with their head in the clouds, my goals are in the stars but i have the know-how to make them happen. cap sun, aries moon, Leo rising, intp, generally quite shy until i get over the mortifying concept of being known, then i swing wildly between pure chaos and complete catatonic, like a pendulum. academically i work under unbridled spite and determination. when i ask what people like about me, they say i'm funny, inspiring, charming, and gifted in creativity. i'm an artist, a writer. they say that i'm good at reading and profiling people. i enjoy looking at people's natal charts not as a way of judgement, but as a way to look into them as a person.

that being said i try my best to make others happy, even if at the expense of myself. i tend to be neglectful of myself in that regard, both physically and mentally. i struggle from a lot of mental health issues that involve severe dissociation and memory loss, so luckily, i have some coping tools under my belt, but i'm unable to recall past events both short and long term, so i keep a list of the things i love about people so i never forget them- forgetting the people i love is a fear of mine, as well as heights, and the ocean, and large crowds. i also struggle with sleep issues, paranoia and anxiety. i try to handle these things on my own, lest i bother someone with them. it's difficult to both ask and receive help. through complicated reasons, i'm familiar with the concept of guilt and shame. i know more than most how it feels like necrosis rotting away at your insides, and i know that it one day will subside into a dull ache in the back of your head. i also suffer from chronic back pain and migraines. my main vice is anything that will fuzz my brain and help me escape for a little while. i'm working on that, working on staying grounded, but it's hard. if someone was capable of noticing and pulling me out, i'd be forever theirs. i'm also horrifically terrible at confrontation and shut down whenever it happens.

my taste in men kind of feeds into my martyr complex 😭 i'm the type to go "i can fix him." except i'd also love them regardless of the mental state and position they're in, because i myself would have wanted that as well. if i could love someone through it all and be a bit of relief, that's all i'd be satisfied with. i want the fire and passion, but i also want to be their peace. i connect to the broken minds because i know what that's like, in a sense. i think i just crave understanding, i want someone to know me, and WANT to know me in the way i go out of my way to understand others. i want to receive, not just give. i want reciprocation, i want, i yearn, i desire, all in my head. that being said romantically i tend to NOT gravitate towards golden retriever types- they're always my besties, though!

i hope this all makes sense. i tend to ramble on like a madman. good luck, and godspeed o7

This was like reading the odyssey my guy i had to stop and reread things multiple times (/pos)

== Marvel ==>

I match you up with…

Bruce Banner (This one was very mixed for me, so I did my best)

Yeah you can fix him (but you can also love him how he is). 

When you mention connecting best with broken minds, a lot of marvel men came to mind, but I think Bruce is a special sort. He’s someone who feels so strongly that he literally broke himself, and I think he’d need someone like you, and you him. 

I think you’d relax him with your music and sense of passion. He’d love listening to dad rock with you while you regale him with paragraphs upon paragraphs of your interests. 

The two of you definitely have LOTR movie marathons monthly, and you’ll both feel a calm that seems unreal.

Waking up afterwards with limbs twisted together and bathed in warmth, it’s such a nice change of pace from the turmoil. 

You easily become one of the people who calms him down when he’s enraged or hulked out. 

In turn, he’s the one who writes little reminders of dates and people for you, and always leaves a note telling you how much he loves you on the bedside drawer. 

He’ll also find comfort in your art, and you’ll find it plastered everywhere around you shared house. He sets anything you make as his phone background, and just looking at it fills him with love. 

[nebulousbrainsoup]

yessss join me in the hongjoong brainrot era~ the dress and the lateness were the key to this and I'm so so glad the foreshadowing read well!!!

ehehe I sure DID!! c'mon it was RIGHT THERE; and consider it preemptive revenge for mentioning partition bc...Beyonce....ceo!Joong.....brainrot......hard hours sure are WIDE open huh 😃

listen-- hongjoong's eyes do something to me like. that man goes demon mode and i'm fired straight back to ghostiny town, i had to with the gazes and the glasses and and-- AND GOOD I'M A VISUAL PERSON TOO IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT <3333

hey heY HEY NOW HEY NO-- I fear for my future if this means war. menace war. no survivors. brace for impact

fkdjfjdj Bai you're gonna make me sob i swear you're far too kind ;~; writing commanding joong did things to me and the worms in my brain are driving the rot forward SO QUICKLY i may not survive honestly, he is Taking Over Slowly

but i had to get the duality!!! lil bit o' fluff for your feral hours there ahaha; he's. so much fun to write honestly i will be doing it again. passionate MAN UGH

anyway~ I'm very glad you enjoyed it my darling, your words bring me so much joy and you have made my DAY/WEEK/MONTH with this. Much love and hugs always dearest Bai <33333 have fun with the reread lmfaO

business attire

PAIRING: fashion designer/director!kim hongjoong x assistant!reader GENRE: smut with feelings, lil bit of fluff TAGS/WARNINGS: non idol au, neutral pronouns used for reader, reader wears a dress (but in true joong fashion clothes have no gender), balmain!joong AND strawberry!joong, mentions of anxiety, hongjoong is a simp, pov shifts a lil, ash's questionable editing; lmk if you find anything else! WORD COUNT: 4.5k A/N: so, we were trying to figure out when the outlaw red hair concept photos may have been taken and sky might've mentioned that the cut looks like what he had before the european leg of tour and paris and balmain and... things escalated. tagging my enablers: @hwaightme @jaehunnyy @justhere4kpop

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NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: language, they're both switches, reader has female anatomy, mildly public sex (locked conference room), brief dom/sub undertones, sex with your boss is kind of its own form of power play, mentions of punishment, use of pet/nicknames (babe, Balmain Boy, sweetheart, love), hair pulling, marking, joong is possessive, dirty talk, lil bit of degradation, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it homies), piv, finger sucking/fingers as a gag, creampie; lmk what i missed

You were so late. It wasn’t like you in the slightest, so you were hoping against hope that your boss would let it slide this once, but… fifteen minutes behind and counting for the monthly investors’ meeting was certainly pushing your luck and probably his patience. You wish you could say it was entirely not your fault, but you were the one who had both forgotten to set your alarm last night and postponed laundry long enough that, when you spilled your coffee down the front of you this morning, you were left with only two options; either your pyjamas, or the unreleased piece currently hanging on the back of your door, reserved for S(e)oul Monde’s summer release show next week. The wave of anxiety over Hongjoong’s reaction took an extra five minutes to tamp down, and by the time you’d finally figured out the clasps and sashes—having been reminded why models had dressers—you had five minutes to get out the door if you were going to catch your train. You managed it, if barely, yanking on your boots and snagging your workbag from by the door, barely stopping to lock it behind you. 

And, of course, you’d made it into the station in time to watch the damned thing pull away. Of all the days for it to be actually on time, of course it was today. Fantastic. The bus had been the only option, and between the walk back up to the street and the distance between the nearest stop and S(e)oul Monde headquarters… You’d known this would be the outcome. It didn’t stop you from trying to close as much of the gap in time as possible, though. The moment you were seated, leg bouncing feverishly, you’d sent a message to your boss, apologizing and letting him know you were on your way. 

You’d known it would go unread, but that didn’t stop the irritation that bubbled up at the sight as the bus pulled into your stop. Flying through the doors and up the stairs as quickly as you could, you gave tight smiles and murmured apologies to the coworkers you nearly trampled in your rush to the elevator. The disgruntled sounds of its occupants and those waiting echoed as you wormed your way in, a quick, scathing glare around quietling them as you pressed the button for the tenth floor. With only two stops between you and your destination, you were slipping into the conference room seventeen minutes behind schedule, tablet clutched to your chest as all eyes turned from the man speaking to the door. You immediately dropped into a ninety degree bow, apologizing profusely as you shuffled toward your seat, dropping your bag into it and taking your place. 

Hongjoong, like everyone else in the room, had looked at you the moment you entered the room, but unlike the investors, he couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from you. His surroundings faded to a blur as you made your way to stand next to him, the breath having been knocked from his lungs. The dress was perfect, exactly as he knew it would be—a little short for a traditional office, certainly; he’d seen a few eyebrows raise at your entrance—and on you, of all people, it looked immaculate, like it had been designed specifically with you in mind. Which, well…

Every artist has a muse. Hongjoong wouldn’t be apologizing, especially not when you looked that good in his work. 

It was your voice that pulled Hongjoong out of his stupor. 

“I’m sorry for my lateness and the interruption, sir. Please, continue.”

He snapped back into himself, blinking rapidly and offering you a soft smile. “Right.”

When he had finished with his presentation and you both sat back down, Hongjoong at the head of the table and you to his left, you finally let yourself relax. The way he’d stared you down over the tops of his glasses as you made your whirlwind entrance hadn’t slipped past your notice, leaving anxiety coiling in your gut, alongside something entirely more exciting. It was no secret to either you or your boss that you each found the other wildly attractive, and the combination of his intense gaze on you earlier and the way he looked today had memories flashing through your mind that were entirely inappropriate for the workplace. He always dressed up a bit more for these meetings, but today, he’d really gone above and beyond. The custom, black velvet Balmain suit he wore made his freshly dyed red hair look even brighter, and it took a stunning amount of self-control to keep from leaning over and taking the chain connecting his lip ring to one of his many earrings between your teeth. All in good time, you supposed, if the way he was looking at you earlier was any indication. Sure enough, as he slid his chair under the conference table, a warm hand settled on your knee, and the chill of the various rings adorning it nearly made you jump. Feeling you twitch, Hongjoong peeled his eyes from the man speaking to flash you a slightly worried glance. You returned it with a slight smile and a nearly imperceptible nod, earning a quick squeeze to your leg. The touch had your shoulders relaxing further, a silent sigh passing your lips—he wasn’t mad at you. Wearing the dress had been a gamble, and if the intensity in his gaze hadn’t been anger, then it was something not entirely different but far more fun. You smiled to yourself as you turned back to face the man speaking once more. All of that anxiety, for nothing.

Or, maybe not, because the second your eyes left the woman who had, at this point, been speaking for fifteen minutes straight, running an increasingly frustrated Hongjoong in circles, you felt his grip tighten. Your jaw twitched, and you carefully brought your gaze back to hers, feigning interest to the best of your ability as his fingers danced lightly up the inside of your thigh. 

“Y/N, could you run Ms. Lim through the timeline one more time, please,” he sighed, a tight smile on his face. 

“Of course,” you agreed with a similar look, only slightly less obvious in your annoyance, once again flipping your tablet open. Clicking through a few things, you cast your sceen to the TV on the wall and stood, making your way to stand beside it. Hongjoong’s eyes followed you the whole way, eyes wandering over the bits of skin his work left deliciously exposed. He couldn’t wait to kiss his way up your thighs, to tug the sashes criss-crossing over your back free and run his hands across the plane of it, to sink his teeth into the curve of your shoulder and make you look that much more his. You once again caught his narrowed gaze over the invisible frames of his glasses, a smirk tugging at his lips that nearly had you weak in the knees. You knew that look all too well; it was both a threat and a promise. 

Maintaining an air of complete professionalism with Hongjoong staring at you like he was ready to devour you was a feat you’d be thanking some god or another for later, but right now, you simply bowed and took your seat once more as you finished your quick presentation and returned to your place next to your boss, standing over his shoulder rather than taking your seat. 

“If something is still unclear, feel free to send me an email, but we are a bit over time and Mr. Kim has another appointment over his lunch,” you stated with a polite smile, pointedly ignoring the confused look Hongjoong momentarily shot you. “I think it would be best if we wrapped up for the day, in interest of everyone’s time.”

God, he could kiss you. He would kiss you, he decided; he’d kiss you breathless the moment he got you alone for this.

Ms. Lim pursed her lips, but the look in your eyes left no room for argument. After all, who knew the S(e)oul Monde director’s schedule better than his assistant? She nodded, pushing her chair back, and the rest of your restless company followed. “I certainly will.”

“As always, thank you all for your continued support of S(e)oul Monde, and I hope my work continues to exceed your lofty expectations,” Hongjoong offered as he stood. “Thank you for your time. I hope to see you all at our showcase next week.”

The men and women in the room murmured their own parting pleasantries, phones returning to hands and bluetooths returning to ears as they filed into the hall, leaving you and your boss alone. Only a beat of silence passed before he turned to you, heat burning behind his eyes as they flicked over you hungrily. 

“Lock the door and close the blinds.” Your low-burning nerves and arousal were both lit ablaze again at his direction, and you stuttered. He raised an eyebrow, tongue darting out to toy with the lip ring you so desperately wanted a taste of. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

The warning snapped you out of your stupor in a moment, and you paused only to set your tablet on the table before rushing to comply. His gaze was warm on the back of your neck as you moved through the room, first clicking the lock shut, then moving to drop the shades on the frosted windows that faced the hall, and finally crossing the room to do the same with the exterior windows. When you reached for the controls, Hongjoong clicked his tongue disapprovingly, the noise pinning you in place. 

“Leave those. Look at me, Y/N.” 

Swallowing thickly, you did as you were told, chin held high. “Yes?”

“You were late this morning,” he commented off-handedly as he stood, and you dropped your eyes to the floor.

“I’m sorry, everything just—” you started, only to be cut off.

“Was this little number,” he gestured to the dress, using the chance to give you another once-over, “the reason?”

“Part of it, but—”

This time, it wasn’t his words that cut you off, but his lips as he lifted your chin and dragged you into a kiss that told you exactly how long he'd been waiting to do this. You squeaked in surprise and quickly melted into him, one hand clutching at the asymmetrical neckline of his suit tightly as the other grasped at the base of his skull in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer. With a sigh, your lips parted against his, tongue darting out to finally get a taste of the brand new jewelry you'd been eyeing the entire meeting. The metallic tang pulled a pleased hum from you as you took it between your teeth, shifting to catch more of his lip than the jewelry itself as you pulled away.

“This is so not business attire, babe,” he breathed against your lips, and you laughed quietly into his mouth as he captured them again.

“Are you telling me I can’t—mm—wear your designs to the office?” You teased between kisses, finally pressing him away from you. 

Hongjoong rolled his eyes heartily, his own half-smile giving away the feigned nature of his annoyance. “Not all of them, no,” he sighed, hands coming to rest over your ass, pulling you into him and groping at it lightly. “You know better than that. And one that isn’t even released yet?” He clicked his tongue again. “I was going to forgive you for being late since you look this good, but maybe I should punish you after all.”

You frowned, pulling away from him slightly as your earlier anxiety washed over you again, and Hongjoong wanted nothing more than to take his words back. “It… This was the only thing I had clean, I spilled coffee on myself this morning and I—”

“Y/N, it’s okay, I promise,” he soothed, shifting closer to you and squeezing at your hips in a way he hoped was reassuring. “If it weren’t, I could’ve asked you to change. It’s not like we don’t have clothes in every size you could ever need.” 

“That’s… true,” you muttered, tugging your lower lip between your teeth.

Hongjoong hummed in distaste of the action, reaching up with one hand to pull the skin free and immediately planting a chaste kiss where his thumb had just been. “You just look… too good,” he murmured, grip on you tightening. “This may be my best work yet.” It was your turn to roll your eyes, scoffing as you tried and failed to push him away from you. “And yours may be getting me out of that meeting.”

“How do you know you don’t have an appointment over lunch?” You grinned, ever unable to pass up a chance to tease him. “I know you haven’t checked your schedule since this morning and—mmph!” 

For the second time in the past five minutes, he cut you off with a heated kiss. “Oh, I know I have a lunch appointment,” he shot back, spinning you and guiding you backward until your hips hit the edge of the table. “And we both know it’s with you. Up,” he directed, tapping your thigh twice. 

With a little hop and loose guidance from Hongjoong’s hands, you boosted yourself up onto the edge of the table, your boss following behind quickly to spread your knees with his own body. He couldn’t get enough of your lips today, it seemed, wrapping one arm around your waist as the other came to rest on the surface behind you, forcing an arch into your back. You let out a pleased hum against him, reaching up to card a hand up over his scalp and give his hair a light tug. The action pulled a groan from his lips as he leaned back into the contact, and when his eyes blinked back open, the predatory look he pinned you with sent electricity coursing through your veins. 

You met his fire with a burning challenge of your own, tugging harsher on your fistful of red and grinning wickedly as a throaty groan left the man’s mouth. “You,” he hissed, grabbing ahold of your wrist and tugging it free from its home, “drive me fucking insane.”

“Ditto, Balmain Boy,” you shot back, and you reveled for a moment in the shine of the smirk on his face, before it disappeared into the crook of your neck.

Little pleased sounds fell freely from your mouth as his worked its way down your throat, kissing and nipping at the skin, never enough to mark—although, you knew if you let him, Hongjoong would jump at the opportunity, jealous as he was—and he closed his eyes, basking in every single one. The hand around your waist shifted to splay out against your back, the warmth of his palm in contrast to the cool metal of his rings making you shiver again, and you felt him grinning against your skin for a beat before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You choked back a sharp cry at the sudden action, grasping at his velvet suit.

“Hongjoong,” you hissed in warning, the last syllable coming out whinier than you would have liked. In your regular attire, anything below the neck was fair game for him to mar as he pleased. But between the safety pins holding together the strap on the side he was currently working over and the mesh of the other, you were working with far less coverage than usual. He let out a low noise akin to a growl at your protest, pulling a choked-off yelp from you, before soothing over the angry skin with his tongue. 

“Joong,” you tried again, and this time let it be a whimper. “Careful.”

“Who cares,” he muttered, pressing a quick kiss to the blooming mark before letting his lips trail across the collar of your dress. “Let them know.”

You squirmed, a quiet whine leaving you as heat struck through you at his words. “We… we can’t,” you protested weakly.

Hongjoong let out a low, dark giggle. “You don’t sound sure, sweetheart. You want people to know you’re fucking your boss?” Another whine, this one more frustrated than the last. “Nasty,” he chastised, but you could hear the grin in his voice. He got off on the thought more than you did, the possessive shit.

Straightening up, he pressed one more quick kiss to your lips before just as abruptly dropping to his knees in front of you. The action made you wince—not for the man in front of you, but for the pants he was wearing. You carded a hand into his hair again as you groaned in protest, tugging on it to force him to look up at you. “You’re gonna wear out the knees on th—”

“Worth it,” he shrugged, fingers immediately sliding under the hem of your skirt, kneading at your thighs. The moment they found the hem of your underwear, his hands slid smoothly from the outside of them in, fingertips dancing teasingly over your clothed core. He smiled up at you as you squirmed under his attention, the expression spreading to his signature smirk as he pressed harder and pulled a low moan from you.

“Get on with it, we don’t have all day,” you breathed, tugging lightly on his hair again. The sight of his eyes rolling back in his head—an exaggeration, sure, but you wouldn’t be complaining—sent heat rushing to your core again, the muscles in your thighs twitching as they tried to close around Hongjoong’s hands. 

The look he gave you was one you immediately wanted to wipe off of his face. “We do if you’ll clear my schedule,” he quipped back, earning a harsher yank to his hair, this time in the direction of your body.

“Put your mouth to better use, Kim Hongjoong.”

The second the words left your mouth, his fingers were hooking into the waistband of your underwear, and you lifted your hips off the table. In one fluid motion, he’d tugged the fabric free from your legs and left your skirt bunched around your waist, exposing you to his increasingly hungry gaze. Tossing his glasses onto the table beside you and throwing your legs over his shoulders, he pressed kisses up the inside of one of your thighs, breath barely ghosting over your center as he switched to the other. Annoyed, you tried to pull him where you wanted him, earning a breathy little laugh for your efforts. 

“Ask nicely, babe,” he muttered, pausing his work just long enough to properly look up at you.

His dick twitched in his pants at the sight. You stared down at him with half-lidded, pleading eyes and parted lips, lust clouding over your face. The neckline of your dress was still askew from where he’d pulled it aside, the skirt hiked up and now balled in your hand to give you a better view of him. And just as his eyes drifted lower, landing on your glistening heat, you breathed out a quiet, breathless, “Please.”

Who was he to deny his muse when they looked so breathtaking?

A weak, weak man. Weak for you, for everything you gave him and everything you let him take from you. Weak for the way you looked in his designs, in your own clothes, in a burlap sack, probably. Weak for the way you looked commanding the office—the whole operation would fall apart without you, and if Hongjoong were being honest with himself, he’d go with it. Weak for the way you tasted—your lips, your skin, your cunt; he’d drown in you if you would let him. 

And now, mere minutes after you’d saved him from the most boring meeting of his life; a few short hours after you’d strutted into the office in the piece he’d made for you, he was going to try whether you let him or not.

Biting back your moans while he ate you out like a starved man was a feat you didn’t think possible until you achieved it, muffling all but the quietest little whimpers and gasps as your orgasm coiled in your core. The closer you got, the harder it became, and the hand in Hongjoong’s hair left it in favor of clamping over your mouth. He growled against you in protest, the sensation making your thighs twitch, and wrapped his lips around your clit. With a few harsh sucks and practiced flicks of his tongue, you were clamping down around him, muffling the squeaks of pleasure he so desperately wished to hear.

You tugged him up off of the ground and he was weak for you, so of course he followed, palms hitting the table on either side of you as your lips crashed against his. When you pulled away again, he could only hope—fruitlessly—that you didn’t hear the way he whined.

Smiling softly, you tugged him in again briefly, gracing his lips with a chaste kiss before breathing a quiet “Fuck me,” against them.

Hongjoong was so, unbelievably, undeniably weak for you. Weak for the way you felt pressed up against him, the way he knew you would feel around him—and with that thought, he was scrambling to unfasten his pants, suddenly desperate and so, so weak. He hadn’t noticed how constricting the fabric had become until you shoved his pants and boxers downto his knees in one go, the release of pressure pulling a low moan from him. 

Reaching between your bodies, you wrapped your fingers around his length, delighting in the way it twitched in your hand at the same time his breath hitched. He shifted forward, bracing his hands further behind you and crowding into your personal space, slowly guiding you back down onto the table. You stroked him slowly for as long as you could reach, until finally, with a whine of protest, he pressed your shoulder back against the wood. Bracing himself with an arm beside you, he leaned down to catch your lips in a heated kiss, his free hand busying itself with lining his cock up at your entrance. His tip brushed your folds once, twice, before he pushed into you in one fluid thrust, hips falling flush with your own. 

The feeling of him filling you and the sound of the breathy moan that left Hongjoong had your walls fluttering around him, and the pause he took was as much for himself as it was for you, you could tell. So, you gave him his moment, taking the opportunity to drink in his form above you. He looked as desperate as you felt, so before he’d opened his eyes, you rolled your hips, pride swelling in your chest as his eyes shot open and he cursed under his breath. 

“You’re not the only one who doesn’t like repeating themself. Fuck. Me,” you demanded, punctuating it with another grind of your hips against his.

His gaze darkened, and electric arousal warmed your body. You saw him fight for words for a split second and quickly give up, electing instead to drape your knees over his arms and start fucking into you at a brutal pace. The suddenness punched a small yelp out of you at first, and you clapped a hand over your mouth, turning to look anywhere but at the man grinning devilishly down at you. He clicked his tongue and the rough grip he had on one of your thighs disappeared, his hand shifting instead to your chin. You were nearly folded in half as he reached for you, and the shift in angle had his length dragging over all the right places.

Securing your face between his fingers, he yanked you back toward him, forcing eye contact as he pounded into you. “Watch me, sweetheart. Watch me make you come undone again. I want you to remember this.” His rough handling had dislodged your hand from your mouth, and as a drawn out keen began to bubble up from your throat, he shoved two fingers past your lips to silence you. 

Some combination of the intimacy of looking into his eyes and the way he knew your body so well—shifting and adjusting until your legs were shaking—had your high building rapidly, and your teeth closed lightly around his knuckles as you felt the coil tightening in your gut. He tilted his head at you, a weak grin gracing his sweat-coated face as you sucked at the digits, pulling a breathy sigh from him. 

“Close?” he uttered, and you nodded rapidly, one hand snaking between your bodies to rub tight circles over your clit. “Cum with me then, love.” 

Whether it was the pet name or his permission that sent you over the edge, you weren’t quite sure, but just like that, the tension lacing your body snapped, and you clamped down around his cock. Hongjoong did his best to fuck you through it, quickly toppling from his own height and pressing his hips flush you yours as he spilled into you.

When you had both caught your breath, he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss and lowering your hips back onto the table. You whined as he slipped out of you, pouting at the low chuckle your reaction received. Before he could walk away to search aimlessly for paper towels or a tissue box you knew weren’t there, you kicked him lightly and pointed to your workbag. “Tissues in there.”

“Mind reader,” he hummed, a lilt of faux annoyance in his tone. 

“‘S why you hired me, Joongie.”

Another quiet laugh and a private smile graced your eyes and ears as he cleaned you both up, tucked himself back into his pants and handed you back your underwear. 

Most days, this was it—he’d be waiting by the door to make a clean exit and you’d see each other when you finally made it back to your desk. So today, when you finished dressing yourself and found him still staring at you, you turned your eyes to the ground bashfully. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Most days, he’d quip back something along the lines of “I don’t know, do I?” Today, he tilted his head at you and smiled.

“That piece was made for you. I think I should work that way more often.”

With another quick kiss to your lips and one to your cheek, he left the room, and you with it, heat rising to your cheeks. “And maybe I should wear ‘not business attire’ more often.”

You weren’t sure what had just happened, exactly, or why, or how serious he was about the dress being made for you—but one thing was certain; you were as weak for Kim Hongjoong as he was for you.

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[glorywaited]

👉🏽👈🏽 what if we did poly ships together

[silvergoldraeven]

Had this lil oneshot of baby Baldur and teen Heimdall stuck in my head while playing Minecraft so here you go, take it so it stops rotting my brain :3

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A candle on the table next to Heimdall illuminated the pages of his book as he sat in bed reading. His back against a big pillow and blanket pulled up to his chest made for the perfect cozy night.

Well, it would've been if it wasn't for the yelling and screaming coming from the All Father's study. Seriously, did Freya really need to get angry at him for everything? Heimdall felt bad that the All Father had a wife like that, not like he couldn't deal with her, of course he could. At least there was one good thing that happened from him marrying Freya.

Heimdall rolled his eyes and turned a page of his book as another crash was heard throughout the Lodge.

Turning his attention away from the bickering, he could hear small footsteps sneaking towards his room. Lowering his book slightly he glanced at the door as it creaked open, allowing the sound of yelling to get even louder before a small boy made his way inside and closed the door. The suddenly change of loudness made Heimdall's head throb slightly and soured his for once good mood. the boy twiddling his thumbs shyly infront of him wasn't making his mood better.

"Why are you in my room, Baldur? Can I not get any peace?" Heimdall said with a sneer.

"Mother and Father are fighting again.." Baldur tried to sound confident but his voice cracked as he visibly shuddered. He hugged his own body, only wearing a small tunic that was warm enough under the covers, but definitely not warm enough outside of that.

"I have ears too, you know. Besides, what does that have to do with the fact that you are once again in my room without permission?"

"Can I stay with you?" The boy asked with big eyes. "Absolutely not. You smell like Gradungr shit." Heimdall scoffed as he swatted away his brother's tiny hands as he was about to attempt to climb into the bed.

Baldur glared at him but just as he was about to walk away, a particular loud crash and scream made him flinch and snap his head towards the door. Heimdall could hear his brother's heart pounding in his chest as he stood frozen in place now. Heimdall rolled his eyes, he remembered when he was weak like that.

Gently hitting him on the head with the book he was reading seemed to break the little one's trance as he looked back towards his brother, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.  

"Please, Dally Dall?"

"Okay fine! But stop using that nickname!" Heimdall groaned loudly as he moved enough for his little brother to crawl into the bed with him. Baldur grinned happily as he cuddled up to his brother, he felt safe now. The fighting outside hadn't stopped but Heimdall could feel the boy's heart calm down a bit as he tried to fight his own sleepiness. "You're still scared?"

"I am not scared!" Baldur huffed proudly, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"You are a terrible liar, Baldur." Moving his arm so Baldur wasn't laying on it, Heimdall opened his book again and flipped to the page he was at last. "I just don't see why you let it get to you, are you weak?"

"No! I'm not weak! You know I'm strong!"

"Right. Just don't be scared, fear looks like shit on you. Besides, All Father will keep both of us safe, always." Heimdall kissed his little brother's forehead as he clung to his side. "Now, go to sleep and don't attempt to kick me off the bed again, got it?"

"Alright alright" Baldur giggled "Goodnight, Dally Dall" he yawned and closed his eyes as he drifted off to sleep.

"Goodnight, Snowflake."