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Everytime I listen to the Ancient Rome Sidequest it destroys me emotionally. But who knows, maybe somewhere there's a world where nothing terrible happens and it's just Sasha and Grizzop having fun adventures in ancient Rome.
#like Sasha and Grizzop stab Ceasar or they investigate a conspiracy around any prominent Roman guy#something like that#That's probably just me being nostalgic cause I read a lot of books like that as a kid#But I just want them to be okay and have some fun adventures together#The first episode of the sidequest was so much fun I need a fic where it just continues like that#I'd say I'd write that myself but it would probably become an ancient rome infodump#Anyway if anyone cares the window thing on the left belongs to one of those ancient roman “fast food” places#I saw a bunch of them in Pompeii and I think they're really cool#The painting on the wall below is also inspired by a fast food shop found there#The houses are supposed to be insulae which were apartment houses where most people were living#Those are your ancient rome funfacts for the day I guess#rusty quill gaming#rqg#rqg fanart#sasha rackett#sasha racket#grizzop drik acht amsterdam#fanart#art
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hey, handsome! what about something with seungkwan and etl or frenemies with benefits?? i can see a lot of teasing and rage sex... honestly, i would love to be bratty with kwan, to push his buttons and make him put me in my place... if he's bad, i'd be worse :) what r your thoughts?? thank you in advance <3
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oh lord i have never written for seungkwan or anyone besides uji rlly so uh. i hope this is okay. this was a nice break from all the other stuff im writing. i don’t think i can truly write mean dom anyone without like the softest aftercare ever so. I hope this is an okay response. this is blond seungkwan suggested but I don’t rlly describe him that much but just imagine he’s blond.
warnings: seungkwan is sooo mean ugh. ass slapping. pussy slapping. orgasm denial (reader). reader called seungkwan gay n it pissed him off (in good fun, not a derogatory way). rough sex. unprotected sex. cream pie. choking (kinda). kinda big dick seungkwan. dom-ish kwan. hair pulling. rough messy blow jobs. gagging. crying during sex from pleasure. crying after sex (from emotions). etl kinda w a very open ending. not that much aftercare but yolo.
“Quit running you fucking mouth.” Seungkwan hisses, his grip on your wrist tight as he pulls you into his bedroom. He doesn’t spare you a single glance as he pushes you down onto his bed. You squeak softly, laughing in his face at his obvious anger towards you.
“I’m not wrong, am I though? You are kind of gay for Hansol.” You smirk, biting at you bottom lip as Seungkwan pulls his shirt over his head. He scoffs in disbelief, flipping you over on your stomach. His hand cracks down on your ass over the tight fabric of your jeans.
You gasp softly before it turns into a long, deeply satisfied moan. Seungkwan just scoffs, lifting your hips off the bed and pulling your jeans down over your ass. He rubs the soft skin with an unnatural tenderness. You turn your head to look at him, but another sharp crack halts the movement of your neck halfway.
“Gay? Yeah, sure. We’ll see about that one, sweetheart.” He scoffs in disbelief. Seungkwan’s hand dips down into your underwear, fingers sliding over the tight muscle of your asshole before they dip down towards your entrance. “God, you’re fucking soaked. Embarrassing.” He laughs at you, tone so sharp it elicits another moan in response.
You push your hips back against Seungkwan’s palm for more friction but he pulls his hand away. You whine softly. All he does is pull your jeans and underwear down further in one go, not quite off of you. You kick them off the rest of the way.
Seungkwan pops the button on his pants, pulling his cock out of its constraints and moving to stand closer to the headboard. “Why don’t we put your big fucking mouth to good use for once, hm?” He sneers, grabbing a fist full of your hair to pull your head up.
You bite your lip to silence a moan. Seungkwan catches you in the act, laughing softly in disbelief as his other hand grabs a hold of your face. His thumb pushes past your lips, against your teeth to force your mouth open, not like it’s much of a fight to begin with. You roll over onto your side, hands grabbing at the belt loops of his pants to pull him closer.
The hand in your hair lets go as he uses it to guide the tip of his cock to your lips. You open your mouth to say something, to tease him, but before you get the chance, his cock is already half way inside your mouth. Seungkwan bucks his hips forwards, forcing more of his cock into your mouth. His hands find your hair again, holding you down as your throat spasms around his tip.
“Not so smart now, are we?” He hisses, a satisfied groan slipping from his lips as his head falls back. He thrusts into your mouth, making you gag softly as tears start to fill your eyes. Seungkwan pouts at you mockingly. “What? Can’t take my cock in your mouth today? Is it too much for you?” He coos, tone so soft it’s almost tender and genuine, but there’s an edge to his voice that tells you he’s not sincere at all.
You nod the best you can with the restriction of your neck, sputtering softly around his cock. Spit drips from your bottom lip onto the sheets of Seungkwan’s bed. He tisks softly, slowly fucking your throat as he contemplates scolding you for making such a mess. You know he won’t though, because if there’s one thing you know about Seungkwan and this weird not-quite-friends-yet-also-not-exactly-civil thing you two have going on, is that there’s nothing he loves more than a messy blowjob.
Instead of scolding you, Seungkwan just forces your head down further on his cock, triggering your gag reflex. Instead of his normal course of action where he’d make you gag and then give you the grace of letting you breathe at least a little bit, he keeps his cock down your throat until you gag so violently he’s worried you might throw up if he keeps you there.
Seungkwan pulls his cock out of your mouth entirely. You whine, gasping for air and blinking away the tears in your eyes. He just laughs at you, climbing onto his bed. “On your back.” Not bothering to take off his pants, he pushes them down to his knees. You roll over, struggling to pull your shirt over your head, but Seungkwan just looks at you with this deadpan stare and you stop fighting with the piece of clothing entirely.
“It’s not so hard to listen to me, is it?” Seungkwan pushes, settling in between your legs.
“You didn’t give me any directions.” You push back, spreading your legs farther apart. Seungkwan pushes your legs apart, delivering a taut slap directly against your pussy. Your hips lift off the bed ever so slightly, and Seungkwan is quick to force you back down.
“Y’know, I really wanted to take my time and prep you properly today, but you’re really pissing me off.” He bites, hand pressed into your thigh.
“Enlighten me, Kwannie. It’s not like I need the prep anyway.” You laugh softly, wiggling your hips against the mattress.
“Hm? ‘Cause you’re that much of a slut that gagging on my dick has you soaked?” He asks, one hand wrapped lazily around his cock, coating it in your spit.
“Nah, ‘cause you’re hardly anything to brag about.” You bite, tone almost bitter. You need him now.
Much to your liking, Seungkwan pushes himself all the way in, filling you to the brim with his cock in one quick movement. You don’t even see it coming until he’s filling you completely. You gasp softly, the stretch of his cock very clear with the way your thighs shake softly as you adjust. You always need prep with Seungkwan. This is the one time you scold yourself internally for running your mouth around him.
“Not much to brag about huh? You can hardly take me, even with how wet you are.” He laughs, giving you a few seconds to settle into the feeling of his cock almost splitting you in half. Seungkwan pulls out a bit, before he thrusts back in, hard and deep. You gasp softly, tears resurfacing in your eyes at the pace he sets.
It’s hard and fast; he’s ruthless. Seungkwan leans over you, hand delicately wrapping around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t make any effort to choke you quite yet. All he does is lean down and kiss you. It’s hungry, all teeth and spit and tongue. It would be too messy for him in normal circumstances, but nothing about this is normal.
His cock jack hammers against that spot inside of you, forcing the air out of your lungs as you let out a long, unsteady moan. It’s then that Seungkwan takes his chance to tighten his grip on your neck, fingers digging into the sides to create a pressure so good it has you seeing stars in seconds.
In no time, you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. You mumble out a warning to Seungkwan, not even fully aware of what you’re saying yourself.
Just like that, the tightness is gone. Seungkwan releases his grip on your throat and pulls out of you completely. “No, no, no, fuck!” You whine, the tears in your eyes now falling down your cheeks. “I was so close, you fucking asshole.” You hiss, but there’s no real malice behind any of it. You’re too fucked out to mean it. Seungkwan laughs at you, and it starts to infuriate you.
“You don’t get to cum yet. I don’t think you’ve really learned your lesson quite yet.” His eyes narrow, obviously displeased with the way you’re speaking to him. Before you have time to fight him on the subject, he slides back in, tip kissing your cervix softly.
He goes back to his brutal pace immediately, spares choking you for now as he watches the way your expression changes from slight anger to being immediately fucked out. He lifts one of your ankles over his shoulder, changing the angle to hit deeper. You babble incoherently in between moans that sound straight out of a shitty 90s’ porno. Seungkwan bites his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning in response to you.
“You gonna stop being such a pain in my ass all the time?” Seungkwan asks, hand gripping your thigh. You grab at the material of your shirt, pulling it up your torso. You nod, unable to form coherent words. “Answer me with words.” He snaps his hips harder, just to make the task that much more difficult.
“Y-yes, fuck.” You whine, voice hardly above a whisper.
“You gonna start behaving in front of my friends?” He asks. As you start to speak again, he delivers another slap to your clit, though he keeps his hand there, rubbing tight circles over the swollen bud.
“Mm, fuck, yeah.” You gasp.
“What was that? I didn’t hear a yes.” His thumb flicks over the nerve, making your whole body jerk.
“Yes, fuck, yes, I’ll behave.” You mewl, eyes rolling back into your head.
“Good.” Is all he offers, cock hammering into you, nudging the spot inside of you with such force your thighs start to shake, threatening to close from their spread state.
“Close.” You manage to get out in one solid syllable. The hand on your thigh moves back to your throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to make every other sense heightened.
“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Seungkwan nearly purrs. Just like that, the building pressure overflows so suddenly that your whole body thrashes with the force of your orgasm. You tighten impossibly around him, sucking his cock in and making it impossible for him to move. Your cum coats his cock, and that’s all he needs.
Seungkwan cums inside of you, a stifled groan against your neck as his pillowy lips mouth at the skin there. He drops his weight on top of you, exhaling deeply as the last of his cum fills you up.
Nothing but the sound of laboured breathing fills his bedroom as the two of you come down from your highs. And then, quietly, a small sniff. Seungkwan almost misses it, misses the way your hands hesitate to find their spot in his hair, or the wetness on your cheeks that wasn’t there before.
Still deep in his post orgasm bliss, he can hardly pay attention to you, but there’s just enough clarity that he notices how stiff your body is, and then a few seconds later, he registers the fact that you’re crying. Seungkwan pushes himself off of you, quickly pulling his boxers back over his softening cock and kicking his pants off. Wordlessly, he lays down beside you, pulling your head to his chest as he carefully strokes your hair.
“Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?” He asks carefully, scared to shatter your resolve completely.
“Do you actually think I’m a slut? Or that I’m annoying?” You ask, voice shaky and quiet, hardly above a whisper.
“What? Did I say that?” You nod, a shaky hand attempting to wipe at your tears. “No, of course not. It was just a heat of the moment thing, Y/N.” He stops himself from adding more to that statement, suddenly aware of just how harsh he can be. Seungkwan’s hand carefully strokes your hair.
“‘Kay.” You mutter softly, breaths getting deeper as you start to give into your fatigue.
“I’ll lay off on the degradation. I guess we need to sit down and talk about this.” Seungkwan sighs softly, suddenly feeling guilty. He knows you love it when he’s mean, but maybe the personal attacks are too much.
“Later, ‘m sleepy.” You mumble. Seungkwan kisses the top of your head, eyes staring blankly at his wall.
“Later, then.” He agrees quietly. You crane your neck up to look at him through half lidded eyes. Seungkwan doesn’t even think about it, he just leans down and kisses you.
It’s so incredibly tender and soft, the way his hand finds your jaw and strokes it softly with his thumb. You’re not together, and maybe the tears that slip down your cheeks at the simple action of a tender kiss is enough of a sign that you should put a stop to whatever this is between you and Seungkwan. Later, though, as you both said.
Seungkwan feels the salt of your tears on his lips, and he pulls away from the kiss to hold you. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Shh, I’ve got you.” He coos, fingers tangling in your hair, and you get this gut feeling that it’s all fine.
Maybe Boo Seungkwan is something to brag about.
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done for the night
axel kovacevic x reader
author's note ⋆。𖦹 ✮ ‧₊˚✩彡
hiiiii this is my first fic for any CK character so i'm kinda nervous. hope u like it. i started a pt. 2 already bc i just love axel but i also wanna write him in different scenarios as well! will open my requests asap :)
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s6pt2 spoilers, drinking.
being in barcelona was a dream. you were grateful that you were able to tag along with the miyagi do's. sensei larusso and sensei lawerence always liked you, especially johnny. being miguel's best friend is a privilege you were happy to have. sure, it came with a lot of drama but it also came with a protector, a group of friends, and some karate skills.
plus, being miyagi do's water girl wasn't a bad deal for being flown out to barcelona.
you were enjoying being on the inside of all the events while not needing to fight. the first couple of rounds you seen were intense. being around all these powerful people made you a little nervous but you had hope nothing terrible would happen like the rumble at west valley. these weren't angry teenagers fueled off drama and angst, they're athletes. aspiring professionals.
after miyagi do managed to stay in the game by the skin of their teeth, everyone was getting ready to go out. sam was talking your and devons ear off about spain and all the things her and miguel were going to do in their freetime when there was a knock at the door. you got up from your spot at the vanity and opened it to see miguel.
he was distressed, foot anxiously tapping with a hand through his hair. "is sam in here?"
"yeah, sam." you waved her over to the door. "you good, miggy?" miguel opened his mouth to speak and his eyes immediately welled up with tears. "what's wrong?"
"my mom..." his voice shook as he took sam in his arms for a hug. "something's wrong with the baby, i need to go back home." he spoke, voice muffled by sams hair.
"of course." you nodded. "is there anything we can do?"
he only shook his head and hugged sam harder.
"miguel." johnny said from the end of the hallway and beckoned him.
miguel let sam go and gave you a quick but tight hug before taking off. you and sam share an uneasy look before going back inside the room.
"miguel's going back home? sensei too?" devon asked and the two of you nodded.
"i need a drink." you said, grabbing your purse.
***
at the bar, everyone just seemed to take the gloominess with them. knowing miguel was struggling made it impossible to have fun.
"what are we going to do now that miguel's gone?" devon asked hawk and demitri.
"we could always have y/n take his spot?" hawk said, giving you a look over like he was sizing you up.
you scoffed. "yeah right, i wasn't even good enough to fight for a spot in the sekai tekai. getting my ass kicked on the world stage isn't on my bucket list."
"i'm serious." hawk said. "if they can't get kenny, you're next up. so don't black out this time." hawk pointed at your drink, remembering the time you got blackout drunk and threw up all over the inside of his car at one of moons parties.
"i'd prefer drunk y/n over kenny any day." demitri started. "at least she didn't shit her pants."
"oooookay." you stood up, taking your empty glass with you. "i'm getting another drink." you saw the way they were looking at you. "my last one. i don't think you guys will need me but if you do, i'll be ready. i promise."
you walked over to the bar, where sam and robby were sitting. "hey."
"hey." sam said and robby only nodded.
"what's with him?" you noticed robby's bad mood as soon as you walked up.
"maybe you can help." sam stood up, taking her cup with her. "i'm gonna go sit with the others for a sec, see if miguel still has service."
"okay." you nodded, taking sams spot at the bar. "what's wrong?"
"everything." robby sighed. "i need a drink."
you wanted to tell him not to, that it wouldn't solve anything but you knew that he already knew.
"get one, whatever you want. i got us for the first round." you took some cash from your pocket. "hey, can i get a mai tai and..."
"a rum and coke. double. please." robby asked and the bartender nodded, getting to work on your drinks.
"it's one of those nights, huh?" he only nodded, peering at the other edge of the bar for a moment before scoffing and turning back to you.
"yeah." you looked down to where he had just looked, to see tory and kwon sitting besided each other. kwon had an arm around her shoulders and was whispering something in her ear.
"i'm sorry robby. she's gonna come around, i know she is."
"i don't know. she's doing better without me." robby took a sip of his drink and looked down to where tory was sitting. kwon had separated from her but was still close. "and i'm here." he looked at his drink. "thanks by the way."
"it's not good to drink alone. especially when you're down." you nodded, taking a sip of your drink. "also, i missed out on the robby who smoked weed and skated everywhere. i hear he was kinda fun."
"i still skate everywhere." he said with a small laugh. "just not a skate rat anymore."
"yeah, you're the captain now." you gently nudged his shoulder. "i don't know how that feels exactly, the pressure, but i do know that you're gonna make everyone back home proud. especially tory."
"i hope so." he took another drink and eventually, his was gone.
"i know so. she's been watching every one of your fights."
robby cringed a little bit. "knowing i've lost every one of my fights definitely makes me feel lame."
"you're still in it. there's still tomorrow." you took another sip of your drink.
robby nodded. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom."
you nodded in return, looking over your shoulder to see hawk on his phone, sam and devon talking, and demitri dancing with a girl. when you turned back to where robby was sitting, kwon was in his seat.
"hi."
"hello." you were playing with your straw.
"what are you drinking?"
"a mai tai." your responses were dry but kwon wasn't backing off.
"do you want to dance?" he offered his hands but you shook your head, backing away a little.
"no, thanks."
"what? you're only miyagi do's little girlfriend? not for the rest of us?" kwon leaned in closer. "i can treat you better than keene."
"leave me alone, kwon."
"hey." robby's voice came from behind you.
kwon only scoffed and backed up. "someone's waiting for me anyways." he stood up. "i promise i'll keep her warm tonight, keene." he said before leaving the bar.
"are you okay?"
"i need some air." you stood up and went outside, leaving your friends at the bar. you felt bad for leaving robby alone but you couldn't be there anymore.
you felt the effects of the alcohol as you walked down to the beach. your head was spinning. you stopped and took a seat near the shore, sighing as you looked out to the water.
and then you saw him.
axel kovacevic.
he had been destroying his opponents on the mat. nobody's been able to land a point on him. he was one of the strongest competitors. he was stoic too, especially now as he was practicing his kata about 10 feet away from you. in the moonlight, by the ocean, with the alcohol making your perspective soft, he wasn't robotic. he was focused. until he caught you staring at him.
you made eye contact and immediately looked down at your lap. you waited about 5 seconds to check if he was still looking and he was full on staring. it was awkward. he wasn't looking at you as a threat, but with curiosity.
the two of you observed each other for a silent minute before you decided to say something. "hi." you waved and he didn't say anything in return. "you're axel right?" he nodded. "i'm y/n. i liked the kata you were doing."
"i'm not supposed to speak with opponent." he turned away from you and you stood up.
"i'm not your opponent. i'm not even fighting in the tournament. more like, emergency backup." you smiled, watching the corner of his lips tug upwards.
"why aren't you fighting?" he asked curiously, taking a step closer to you.
"i'm not really a fighter like my friends are." you shrugged. "you're great though."
"i'm alright." he leaned over to pick up his shirt and revealed bruises on his back. the sight made you wince.
"what happened?"
"bo staff competition."
"nobody has been able to land a point on you yet." you looked at him and he had a sort of an embarrassed look. "i know about... your sensei. one of my friends saw. it's not right. you should be out with your team, not practicing alone."
"there's always time for practice. my sensei wants me to be the best. it's because of him i never lose."
"doesn't make it right." you responded. "your entire dojo is pretty great though, i have to admit."
"you're pretty." axel stopped himself. your face was on fire and so was his. "your dojo's pretty good too."
"thanks. do you wanna walk with me? back to the hotel?" you asked, rocking on your heels. axel looked around and nodded and you both took off into the night.
"how long have you been fighting for?" you asked.
"ever since i was a kid. what about you?"
"only a couple years. after one of my friends got really hurt, i decided i had to get serious about learning. he had been teaching me some stuff but when it happened i just had to join a dojo. it was actually... cobra kai."
axel looked at you in disbelief. "you were in cobra kai?"
"yeah. after miguel got hurt, i was really angry and i took it out on everyone."
"miguel..."
"he was the original cobra kai." you remembered when miguel excitedly showed you his first gi. "it's a long story though. those sensei's, silver. they put me and all my friends through hell. so i know what its like to have a sensei do anything to make you the best, even hurt you."
axel couldn't say anything, he could only look at you with wonder. "is that why you don't fight anymore?"
"kind of. i don't know. i'm just not as angry as i used to be. i feel like my anger was the only reason i was ever good and i don't wanna live like that." you shrugged.
"i understand." he nodded. "i love karate but i don't want to be a robot all the time." you shook your head and opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted. "i hear what everyone says. they call me a monster, a machine. sometimes i just want to be axel." you nodded, this time you didn't have anything to say. "that's why i like to travel. i get to disappear in each city whenever i'm not fighting."
"how many cities have you been to?"
"a lot." he chuckled and listed all the cities and countries he's been to. you listened in awe. "what about you?"
"i've never really left california." you responded. "but after being here, i'd love to see everything. the sagrada familia makes me feel small but not in a scary way. it's like a monument to the great things humans can do."
"how cute!" a familiar voice interrupted. "little rival team playtime, huh?" kwon and another cobra kai came from around the corner. "thought you were only for miyagi do to play with."
"and i thought i told you to leave me alone." you tried to push past them but they blocked the path. you could smell the alcohol on kwons breath as he spoke. "just let us go."
"what's the magic word?" kwon asked, leaning in closer to you.
"move." you responded bluntly, not wanting anything else to do with this.
"wrong." kwon scoffed and shook his head. he glanced over your shoulder and you were sure someone was behind you.
"we just want to go back to the hotel." you weren't planning on giving kwon what he wanted.
"okay. you can go, only if you say please." kwon was in your face again, smug smile plastered on his face.
before you knew it, the other cobra kai kicked axel. it barely affected him as he shot into action to defend the both of you.
"come on, hit me. show me why they brought you here." kwon tapped his cheek and you were about to raise your arm when you were grabbed from behind. you elbowed whoever grabbed you multiple times before being able to slither out and kick him across the face. at the same time, axel shoved the other cobra kai into kwon. "okay come on. i'll take you both."
the sound of sirens took everyone but kwon out of the fight. he was still pressing axel and had to be taken away by his teammates.
"come on, let's go."
the two of you bolted back to the beach. after catching your breath, you started laughing a little.
"what?" axel asked.
"that guy kicked you and you barely moved. you have a strong base."
axel looked away from you, a smile spreading across his face. "thanks. that was a nice roundhouse."
"thanks, axel." you smiled at him and then looked out at the ocean. when you looked back at him, he was staring. no, he was admiring you. "what?"
axel said nothing, he only reached to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. his hand brushed against your face and you leaned into the touch.
and then he kissed you.
and you kissed him back. it was perfect. he was cradling your face with one hand, pulling you closer by your waist with the other. his mouth moved against yours softly and romantically. it was sweet. he didn't want anything other than to kiss you and you were happy to oblige and let yourself be putty in his hands.
but then your head started spinning again. you pulled away abruptly, taking a deep breath as you came up for air. the alcohol, the running, and the kissing were all making you dizzy. "axel i-."
"i'm sorry, i should go. already after curfew." axel took off running down the beach.
"wait, axel!" you called out after him but he was gone. you felt terrible as you went back inside the bar to meet with your team. everyone was already heading out and robby was nowhere to be seen. you figured he had went back to the hotel and hoped he would be fine. everyone else on the other hand would be dealing with their drama for a minute, including yourself.
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Heyy!! first of all your writing is SO GOOD i have come across an amazing writer such as yourself in a long long time. I was wondering if you could write something for remus lupin with the promt 44 in the list? probably like co-workers to lovers kind of a thing. i love him sm i wish he were real ( not that i'd have a chance but still ). THANK YOU SM <33 LOTS OF LOVE
STOP IT, you're making me blush!! You’re so sweet, and I appreciate you taking the time to tell me that—you’ve officially made my day!!
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ˋ°•*⁀➷ REMUS LUPIN #44: "Tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "Well, for starters, I'm cute."
You leaned against the staffroom door, your eyes locked on the brooding figure hunched over a pile of essays. The quill in Remus Lupin’s hand moved furiously, his brows furrowed in concentration. Honestly, he looked a bit like a kicked puppy—a really cute, endearingly grumpy puppy.
"Oi, Lupin." You sauntered in, plopping into the chair opposite him. "You look like you’re grading the downfall of humanity, not essays."
Without looking up, he muttered, "If you'd read this one, you’d think the same."
You laughed, the sound bright in the dull, parchment-scented room. "Careful, Professor Lupin, your grumpiness is showing."
Remus sighed, finally meeting your gaze, his tired eyes tinged with exasperation. "Some of us take our work seriously."
"And some of us," you shot back with a smirk, "know how to have fun while doing it. You should try it sometime—fun, I mean. It’s delightful."
His lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but he caught himself. "Why are you here, anyway? I thought you were done for the day."
"I was," you said, leaning forward conspiratorially, "but I heard you were holed up here, looking like a medieval monk. Thought I’d check on you."
"How thoughtful," he deadpanned, though the faintest blush dusted his cheeks.
You grinned, knowing you were getting to him. "You’re welcome. Now, I demand your attention for at least five minutes."
"Why?" he asked, tilting his head and raising a brow.
"Because I’m adorable," you quipped, twirling a strand of hair.
"Debatable," he shot back, though his cheeks flushed pinker.
"Rude," you gasped, clutching your chest like he'd just insulted your honor. "You wound me, Lupin."
His lips curved into the tiniest smile, and you knew you had him.
"Fine," he said, sitting back and crossing his arms. "You want my attention? Tell me three reasons why I should put up with you."
You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand, your smirk growing. "Well, for starters, I’m cute."
"Debatable," he repeated, but his voice was softer, teasing.
"And second," you continued, ignoring him, "I make your dull, miserable days brighter with my sparkling wit and charm."
His eyes rolled, but you caught the corner of his mouth twitching.
"And third," you finished with a dramatic sigh, "you secretly like me and would miss me terribly if I stopped bothering you."
For a moment, he said nothing, his eyes studying you like you were one of his more perplexing students. You felt your pulse quicken, the usual banter hanging in the air like a question left unanswered.
Then he smiled—small and shy, but genuine—and looked down at the essays in front of him.
"You’re insufferable," he said, but there was no heat behind it.
"You’re blushing, Lupin," you teased, your grin widening.
"I’m not," he mumbled, his ears now undeniably red.
"Oh, you are. I win."
"Win what?" he asked, glancing up at you again.
"Whatever this is," you said, motioning between the two of you.
"Well," he said softly, "if this is winning, I think I’m alright with losing."
Your heart skipped a beat, his words sinking in. Was Remus Lupin—grumpy, shy, always-buried-in-books Remus Lupin—flirting with you?
"Careful, Lupin," you said, leaning back in your chair, though your voice was softer now. "You keep talking like that, and I might start to think you like me."
He chuckled, the sound low and warm, and for the first time, he didn’t deny it.
#ivy's soft scribbles ೀ#ivy's 1k celebration ✧₊⁺#frost bite ❄️#remus lupin fluff#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin
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(Venom 3 spoilers)
(More Eddie finds help from protective murder friends au)
Cletus: The first rule of rescuing a loved one from an evil government lab is to have fun and be yourself.
Eddie: This is not helpful.
Cletus: Sorry. You know... I did what you're doing right now. I searched for years but like I could only actually do it when I already had Carnage, so...
Eddie: So how is that supposed to help Venom?
Cletus: Do you really wanna make my mistakes, Eddie? You saw how that ended up.
Eddie: I don't know, you seem to be doing alright now.
Cletus: Eddie...
Eddie: I can't abandon him.
Frances: We know.
Cletus: Look... I've been there. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes right now. But you don't wanna be messing with this. At least not alone. Put those guns away and let us help you. You know Anne's really worried about you.
Eddie: You had to involve her in this.
Cletus: I didn't know what to do, you weren't listening to me and I couldn't just watch you throw your life away...
Eddie: It's already gone. I can't. Without him--
Cletus: Eddie... you know I'm already burned. So let me do it. I can get him back to you.
Eddie: Why, why would you help us?
Cletus: I told you, Eddie. I like you. That's all I ever wanted, to be your friend.
Eddie: You always try to befriend people via sledgehammer?
Cletus: I may have... overreacted. You know I didn't have my head on straight.
Eddie: And now you do?
Cletus: Yes. Look, I'm not asking for your forgiveness but I'd like to try and make it up to you, if you'll let me.
Eddie: Assuming I even agree to this... what's in it for you?
Cletus: Just... Can we be friends, for reals? Please? You don't have to forgive me. I'm not asking that. Just... we really want to be friends with you. That's all.
Eddie: Alright fine. Just help me get Venom back.
Frances: You won't regret this, Brockilicious!
Eddie: Believe me, I already do.
Cletus: So like, maybe... do you want us to just... clear the way for you? We storm in there, you get Venom out, all is good.
Eddie: You know they'll be prepared for symbiotes, right? That's like their whole thing. You'll get captured.
Cletus: Oh Eddie you do care! Yeah uh... Well both my girls kissed and made up, really bonded you know, and now we're immune to sonic attacks now. And I can stand the heat. I can take it. I don't really... experience pain like you do anymore. It takes a lot to feel anything. All my life it's been nothing but suffering. It's funny how I almost miss it.
Eddie: Are you going to read poetry now?
Cletus: Ha! You know that wasn't for you but maybe if we survive this I'll write something for you.
Eddie [daring to hope]: ...you really think you can do this?
Cletus: Uh yeah, did it before at Ravencroft.
Eddie: They've got like these elite symbiote hunters.
Frances: But they won't be prepared for me.
Cletus: Have I mentioned lately that Frances is awesome?
Eddie: Only every five minutes.
Cletus: Her powers have grown. She is like wicked strong in the Force.
Frances [eyes glowing, raw power swirling around her]: Alright, let's do this!
Eddie: No murders.
Cletus: C'mon Eddie, you know we can't promise that.
Eddie: Just... keep it to a minimum will you?
[Seeing the tank where Venom is held from some distance away while fighting their way through the base]
Eddie: Aw shit, I knew I'm forgetting something. How are we gonna get him out? I can't rebond with him or the codex thing activates. But I can't just leave him there. But as long as this Knull guy is out there if we bond again they'll come after us and doom the planet. He'd send those Xenophages, big monster things. They'd eat you for breakfast
Carnage: They can certainly try.
Eddie: Buddy, I've seen them eat like ten of you. You're not special.
Carnage: *Offended symbiote noises*
Cletus: Yes, you're very special, sweetheart. But I think it would be wise to listen to Eddie if he says it's dangerous.
Frances: ...I could carry him for you.
Eddie: What?
Frances: Venom. This... codex thing won't happen if someone else hosts him, right? I host Carnage sometimes. It won't be a problem. I can host him for you.
Eddie: But wouldn't that be awkward?
Frances: Why? I told you I host Carnage sometimes.
Eddie: Okay but like, for Cletus? [To Cletus] That's like... my husband in your wife... Sharing a body.
Cletus: You're sure you're okay with that, baby?
Frances: Yes, I can do this. I want to do it.
Cletus: Okay. If you're sure.
Frances: *nods*
Eddie: Okay. Then after this...
[All dodging bulletfire, Eddie looks away as Carnage slams tentacles through them and Frances clears a path with her new telekinesis and mind control powers.]
Eddie: Shit, what are we gonna do?
Cletus: So like, it seems simple enough to me. After we rescue your husband then we find this Knull dude and kill him.
Eddie: I doubt it's that simple. I don't think he's even on Earth.
Frances: So like we steal a rocket or something? If they're coming after you anyway might as well go big.
Cletus: Yeah, we just do whatever we need to do and find this guy and then... then you let me do what I'm good at.
Eddie: Are you sure you're cool with all this? Especially after all that happened before...
Cletus: Eddie... if we weren't cool do you think I be helping you now? If anything you did us a favor. You gave me and Carnage a chance for a hard reset so we could really bond.
Eddie: Wait a minute... the codex. Oh shit. It exists because I died and Venom brought me back to life....
Frances: You died?!
Eddie: Temporarily, nevermind that. [To Cletus] You died. So then why aren't they coming after you?
Cletus [Visibly confused]: Maybe they are and and we haven't noticed yet?
Eddie: Well, that's a terrifying thought but not quite as bad as you secretly working for Knull.
Cletus: Eddie, Frances is the only person I'd ever let boss me around. And I'd make a pretty shitty spy considering you already don't trust me, and for good reason.
Eddie: That's true.
Cletus: Maybe... Well, that wasn't the first time I died, you know.
Eddie: Huh?
Cletus: Told you. Baby Cletus died on the operating table as a newborn babe. Also my heart stopped when I got the needle too.
Eddie: Jeez, you're like a zombie.
Cletus: Yeah, suppose it could be something supernatural at play here, like Granny was involved in some weird cult shit. Also nearly bled to death when granny carved up my back with a kitchen knife as a kid. Maybe that counts as dying too.
Eddie: Carved up your back?
[During a pause in the fighting, briefly takes off his shirt and shows the scars. ]
Eddie: Woah!
Cletus: See, I'm not bullshitting you. I never lied to you, Eddie.
Eddie: Huh? Yeah, I believe you, okay Just... Holy shit.
Frances [holding him tenderly]: I know, my poor baby!
Eddie [visibly alarmed]: Yes. Also...
Cletus: What? What is it?
Eddie: I am sorry that happened to you. Like, there's no good way to say this so I'm just gonna say it. I'm not accusing you of anything--
Cletus: What is it, Eddie?
Eddie: That's Knull's symbol.
Cletus: What?!
Frances: Knull's symbol?
Cletus: ...well fuck me.
Carnage: Do not fuck him. He is taken.
Cletus: Eddie, I swear I don't know this guy. I didn't even know what that was. Given the way my family treated me I wanted nothing to do with it--
Eddie: I believe you. I do. And I am so, so sorry.
Cletus: This was from when I was kid... Was this asshole fucking with me my entirely life? Before I was even born? My entire family? Well, I wanted to kill this guy before on general principle but now--
Eddie: Now it's personal?
Cletus: Oh It was already personal. He hurt you.
Eddie: ...
Cletus: Eddie, I... I'm sorry. About before. My head wasn't on straight.
Eddie [sighing]: Honestly, I'm more angry about you kidnapping Anne.
Frances: In fairness that was my idea, don't blame him for that.
Cletus: We just needed you there, you know?
Eddie: Why?
Cletus: Because you're our friend and we were getting married and... and it seemed like a good idea at the time? I apologized to her when I called her.
Eddie: What did she say to that?
Cletus: I promised her I'm not that guy anymore. That I was gonna help you not repeat my mistakes. She passed on some legal contacts in case we got into any more trouble which I think more for your sake than mine but it was most appreciated in any case.
Eddie: [*staring at the scarification on his back.*]
Eddie: But... what does it mean?
Cletus: Well, I always assumed it just meant I was raised by abusive fucks.
Eddie: I'm sorry. But what if like... Knull's controlling you or something? Has been controlling you all along?
Cletus: ...I like to think I have some agency. No, those are my mistakes and I own them.
Eddie: That... That's all well and good but how can you kill him if he can just possess you or something? He's supposed to be like a symbiote God, right? And you've got his symbol.
Cletus: We don't know if he can do that? ...can he?
Carnage: *nodding*
Cletus: Oh.
Frances: *gasping*
Eddie: Shit.
Cletus: Well, if it comes to that... Frances. Can you...?
Frances: Cletus, you can't ask me to---
Cletus: Baby, you can control my mind, I give you permission. I want you to do it if that sick fuck is making me his meat puppet, alright? Do not hesitate. Use that jedi mind trick of yours to make me slit my own throat.
Frances: Baby!
Eddie: Woah!
Cletus: I'd rather die then be made to hurt you or our friends again. Do whatever you have to do to stay alive. Can you do that for me, baby?
Frances [*Wiping away tears, nods.*]
Cletus [*also wiping away tears*]: That's my girl.
Eddie: I don't doubt that she's strong, but I think Knull is supposed to be really tough. Venom was afraid of him--
Carnage [scoffing]: Venom was afraid of me.
Eddie: Just... we don't want to be underestimating this. What if he's too powerful?
Cletus: Well, I guess we burn that bridge when we come to it.
Frances: Come on, Eddie. Let's go rescue your boytoy.
[Getting to the tank where Venom is held]
Frances: [*Breaks the glass*]
Venom [in Frances]: Eddie!
[Venom making out sloppy style with Eddie while Cletus awkwardly looks away.]
[Eddie considering he is so far unmurdered. Maybe they really have changed...]
Cletus: C'mon we gotta go.
Venom: ...what?!
Eddie: He's with me, they're helping us. I'll explain later, come on...
#venom#venom movies#symbrock#shriekingcarnage#eddie & cletus#eddie & frances#venom the last dance#venom let there be carnage#eddie brock#cletus kasady#carnage#frances barrison#shriek#carnage symbiote#knull#fanfiction#fanfic#my writing#this got away from me#lol#marvel#codex#ficlet#venom the last dance spoilers#venom spoilers#venom 3 spoilers#venom 2 spoilers#carnage (she/her)#shriek's comics powers#woops accidentally started another fic
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Super short update because my life is a mess.
But here is part 24 of the Intridimensional Au!
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“Impressive as ever.” Ford said as he looked at the robot arm on the work bench.
“Thanks, Stanford.” Fiddleford replied quietly.
Ford watched Fiddleford place his good hand over the arm then glanced up at Fiddleford's face and frowned.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“Lots a’ things are, I reckon.” Fiddleford said with a humorless huff of laughter. “Ya know when I went back home fer Christmas and fergot ta get Emma-May a present?”
“I recall, yes.” Ford responded, his frown deepening.
“She was already purdy darn mad at me before that. I wore baggy sweaters ta try and hide the metal cast on my arm so she wouldn't go worryin’ ‘bout it, but Tate ain't dumb and heard the hum of the components. He asked me about it, ‘cuz he's at that age where they ask a million questions, and I told him it was a metal cast. ‘Course he's an imaginative kid so he immediately started calling it a robit arm. He ran ta Emma-May ta tell her, and I thought she was ‘bout to murder me on the spot.” Fiddleford paused and picked up the arm. “He'd love this, but Emma-May would hate it.”
“I love it, if that makes you feel any better.” Ford said, placing a hand on Fiddleford's back.
“It does.” Fiddleford said with another quiet laugh. “But I can't stop thinkin’ about that. Emma-May knew how I felt ‘bout you in college, and we got in a purdy big fight ‘bout it before I came ta Gravity Falls. I love Emma-May, but our parents both loved the idea of us bein’ together more than we did. I think maybe we were more like best friends than spouses, but I promised her I'd be back ‘cause, above all else, we jus’ wanted Tate ta have a normal childhood.” Fiddleford set the arm back down and choked on a laugh that sounded suspiciously more like a sob. “‘Spose I'll jus’ hafta live with the fact that he won't. I don’ know if he'll ‘member me at all.”
“Fidds…” Ford said softly, unsure of what else to say with his own guilt and regret tearing at his chest.
“If I knew it was gonna turn out this way I prolly woulda jus’ said screw it and kissed ya as soon as ya opened the door to yer damn creepy cabin in the woods.”
Ford cracked a smile at that, but Fiddleford still looked a thousand miles away as he stared down at the arm.
“You would have stopped me.” Ford said after a moment.
Fiddleford glanced over at him in question.
“You say you would have kissed me right then, but I know you, and, if you had known this was the outcome, you would have left.” Ford clarified.
“Maybe.” Fiddleford responded thoughtfully, “But maybe not. Maybe I’m too scared in every timeline.”
“Fuck that.” Stan said, coming up behind them and dropping the last box at their feet. “I saw your face when Ford mentioned fighting back against Bill. That wasn't fear. That was determination.”
Fiddleford smiled sadly over his shoulder at Stanley.
“I thought you'd grow out of being so cheesy.” Ford deadpanned.
“Nope!” Stan replied with a smile. “But if you two are done being nauseating, we have some boxes to go through. I found a box of brown meat! It says it expires in 1993, but who the fuck knows what year it is in this dimension. My plan is to eat it now, ask questions later!”
“I believe you meant ‘die of food poisoning later’.” Ford noted.
“Or die of starvation! Might as well eat mystery food and die the fun way!” Stan laughed.
“Dysentery don't sound fun.” Fiddleford replied.
“Whatever, nerds.” Stan said, motioning to the boxes. “Just grab what you want so we can get on with life. I found a shot gun, too. You're welcome.”
Fiddleford laughed but did as he was told and put aside his arm project to start rummaging through the boxes.
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Sorry non-Fiddauthor fans. I needed Fiddauthor.
I originally wasn't going to write this bit in, but I wanted to give some context to the guilt they're both still feeling and the relationship between Emma-May and Fidds. Emma-May is bi in this universe, but prefers woman. Is that a cop-out to make myself feel better about how much Fidds hurt her? Yes, yes it is. But I am doing it anyway because I do what I fucking want.
I have another art piece nearly done, so I'll probably post it tomorrow. For now, enjoy. Or whatever.
#intridimensional au#skeletboi tag#gravity falls#gravity falls au#mystery trio#stanford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddauthor#gravityfalls#ford pines#stanley pines#bill cipher#young stan pines#mullet stan#researcher ford#young fiddleford#portal mystery trio au
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Jealousy,jealousy,jealousy
( I’m still very new at writing so don’t judge if there is spelling errors etc )
Masterlist
Warning : none I think
Feedback would be appreciated 
You were seated at an unfamiliar gathering with people you barely knew, but Sarah and Kiara pleaded with you to go despite Rafe's presence. After innumerable pointless disputes, the two of you put an end to your relationship.
While the two girls went out for drinks, you were left on the couch and witnessed sweaty teens rub against each other and kiss, making you want to gag. You looked back and saw Rafe's recognisable hair.
the last person you wanted to see.
You were hoping, along with a lot of other people, that you may be lucky enough to avoid him, but obviously you won't. You averted your gaze so he wouldn't see you staring.
you decided to leave and go to the kitchen and get a drink to help ease your mind and maybe not be so tense. you grabbed a red solo cup and poured in a redbull vodka. as you poured in the vodka, you noticed someone stand next to you.
you looked up and it was some cute guy, maybe 5'10, brunette and brown eyes. you gave him an awkward smile and went back to pouring your drink.
"hey," the boy said as he walked over next to you.
"hey," you looked up at him.
"i'm Jackson, i noticed you and thought you were really pretty," he flicked his eyes up and down your body.
"oh thanks, i'm y/n," you said and took a sip from your cup.
"you live around here? never seen you around before," he took a step closer to you.
"yeah i do, i got dragged here by my friends so," you said.
"yeah? you must have a boyfriend, you're too stunning to not have one," he said.
"oh, yeah, no i'm single," you said.
"so you wouldn't mind dancing with me?" he asked.
"why not," you finished off your drink and the two of you went to the living room where everyone else seemed to be partying.
You were dancing with a man you hardly knew an hour later, and you were completely inebriated. For once following your breakup with Rafe, you were having fun.
Rafe was staring at you the entire time you were dancing with a boy, but you were unaware of it. he didn't know if he was jealous, annoyed or mad. Even though you broke up a month ago, he still dreaded seeing another boy enjoy you.
Rafe noticed you say something to the boy and you walked off, most likely to the kitchen. Rafe decided to follow you and see if he could speak to you. he followed behind you as you went into the kitchen.
you went to pour yourself another drink when you felt someone next to you. " Jackson i thought i told you to-" you stopped yourself mid sentence when you realised it was rafe next to you and not Jackson.
"that your new boyfriend?" Rafe said.
"no, i like just met him tonight," you rolled your eyes.
"yeah i'd hope not because he's making out with some other girl," he crossed his arms.
"what do you mean?" you furrowed your eyebrows and he held out his hand for you to grab as he took you back to the living room. there was that stupid boy who you thought would be nice, kissing another girl.
you weren't going to cry over it, but it did hurt a bit. "he wasn't even that hot," you laughed and turned back to rafe.
"can we go somewhere more quiet?" he asked and you nodded. he led you out to the back garden where no one else was.
"what is it?" you looked into his eyes, something you missed as the sight of them could send you onto your knees.
"i'm sorry, i know i fucked up things with our stupid arguments. i don't know why i did it but y/n you don't even know how much i miss you. i cant even sleep properly without my arms around you or when you play with my hair. i know it's my fault and you don't have to forgive me-" you shut him up with your lips on his.
he froze for a second before relaxing and kissing you back. the two of you stood, your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your waist, in the back garden of a party the two of you didn't want to even be at.
you pulled away for some air and placed your head against his chest as he pulled you in tightly. you then heard two girls squealing, you looked over to see Sarah and Kiara clapping and jumping.
you smiled and gave a small smile and heard rafe chuckle underneath you. they went away and you looked back up at rafe .
"i know it's going to take some time, but i was thinking we could build up things to go back to the way they were? you don't have to but," he stroked his hands through your hair.
"i'd love to," you smiled and he pulled you in for another kiss.
#kisses4angel#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks#rafe 💕#rafe cameron#drew starkey#rafe obx#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron smut#rafe fluff#rafecore#rafe#rafe moodboard
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3 days until new rafayel chapters... i can almost feel the influx of angsty chardeath!aus in the air.... i need them (but unfortunately in a very specific way)
#i do enjoy the imagery of you yourself guiding the blade to your heart they gave us in the myth#but#imagine dying at rafayel's hands terrified and confused and lashing out like a cornered animal#and him coming back to not only your blood on his hands but evidence of a desperate struggle#crushed by the knowledge that you died alone and afraid and trying so so hard to stop him#sitting on my hands until these chapters officially drop#but i think i'd have a lot of fun writing something like this#yap tag#tw death#love and deepspace#lads#love and deepspace rafayel#lads rafayel
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CLASSIFIED
HASA Interspace Investigation Coalition Investigator Reassessment Team
For: the Mission Critical Event Occurring on Stardate 2104.119
Stardate: 2104.123, Location: HCS Influence
Responses recorded using the Automated Question and Answer System (AQNA) aboard the HCS Influence.
Recorded responses enclosed.
Begin transcribed data.
Interview for: IIC Employee #7717
Stated Name: Hels
SESSION BEGIN
AQNA [Generated Text Question]: Please explain the events of [stardate 2104.119]. Subject (Hels) [Recorded Verbal Response]: Well that’s an easy question. We got ambushed, that's what f—ing happened. It was supposed to be a standard datum extraction from a site that was supposed to be abandoned, because nobody decided it would be a good idea to check again. So we got ambushed mid-mission. That's what happened. AQNA: Can you elaborate on the event that triggered the call-back sequence? Hels: What, you want me to draw you a diagram? [No AQNA Text Question Generated] Hels: So no diagram? [No AQNA Text Question Generated] Hels: The drop-squad successfully made ground contact after about half an hour of survey on our end. We assumed based off of initial information and our scans, that the site was uninhabited. I mean—it’s a decommissioned testing facility for something way more boring than what we’re usually sent for. Why the f— would there be… things living there. Things. They weren’t human. They weren’t me either. We triggered the call-back sequence because I watched everything go white so fast I thought I was seeing the inside of my skull. Ex is the only reason I got out alive. I’m sure he’s… thrilled. AQNA: Were you unable to retrieve the body and equipment of [#7716]? Hels: I didn’t see him. On account of the pulse grenade. Did you watch the footage, or should I be playing narrator? [No AQNA Text Question Generated] Hels: I don’t know where he is. I don’t know what they did to him. We lost all his vitals when the pulse fried our equipment at the site. Interviewer: Can you elaborate on the status of [#7716]? Hels: What do you mean elaborate? What—he’s probably dead. Is that what you want to hear? He’s f—ing dead. He’s dead, you piece of shit machine. Go ask somebody else what they think. [No AQNA Text Question Generated] Interviewer: Can you speak to [#6763]’s competence as potential squadron leader? [No verbal recorded response available]
SESSION END
Interview for: IIC Employee #6763
Stated Name: Exania
SESSION BEGIN
AQNA [Generated Text Question]: Please explain the events of [stardate 2104.119]. Subject (Exania) [Recorded Verbal Response]: We failed to complete our extraction procedure. I was able to reach the data site within an hour of touchdown, alongside the rest of the team. We successfully retrieved the abandoned facility data within our allotted time frame, but on the way back to extraction, we were ambushed and caught in the line of fire of the inhabitants that had taken over the facility. I was able to successfully extract the bridge crew and one other member of the drop-squad. AQNA: Can you elaborate on the events that triggered the call-back sequence? Exania: We were attacked? Someone started shooting. Someone threw a magnetizer and a pulse grenade. The two other drop-squad members took a majority of the flash, but it was bright. Everywhere was... painfully bright. I don't have much more to say on that. I just acted in the best interest of the team as second in command. AQNA: Were you unable to retrieve the body and equipment of [#7716]? Exania: He’s dead. What did you want us to do? Retrieve a handful of charred up equipment? I don’t think so. AQNA: Can you elaborate on the status of [#7716]? Exania: He’s dead. That’s it. AQNA: Can you speak to [#7717]’s competence as potential squadron leader? Exania: #7717? I can't. AQNA: Can you elaborate? Exania: I can't. AQNA: Can't? Or won't? Exania: Does it matter? [No AQNA Text Question Generated] AQNA: Please elaborate on your specific involvement with the events of [stardate 2104.119]. Exania: I successfully extracted information from the facility on [REDACTED]. I successfully extracted my drop member #7717, Hels. We were unsuccessful at a full extraction of the entire crew. Look, did I not just say all of this? What's not clicking for you? I know you're just recording this answer looking for keywords. I'm not daft. I think we’re done. AQNA: You're excused. Exania: Thank you.
SESSION END
Interview for: IIC Employee #7716
Given Name: Wels
SESSION BEGIN
AQNA [Generated Text Question]: Please explain the events of [stardate 2104.119]. [No verbal recorded response available] [No AQNA Text Question Generated]
END SESSION
#sen au#hermitcraft fic#hermitcraft au#helsknight#evil xisuma#evil x#welsknight#hermitcraft#fics#mcyt fic#hermitcraft au fic#text#mcyt#QUICK POST SEN WHILE EVERYONE'S ASLEEP#HELLO EVERYONE. SMILES SO WIDE#so i may have been thinking about hels and wels and evil x a lot#over the past few weeks#and needed to do something about it#this is the first installment of some pieces i'd like to do called exit interviews#to give you guys short snippets into plot that i can't really/don't have time to write right now#but i think are still fun to share to keep sen alive#really happy with this one!#poor wels..#he's not dead! i think...#who knows! not hels#anyway sorry um#enjoy!!!#dont worry. AQNA is NOT a robot/android. it is a text generator program.#just in case KJHDFKJHDFG#shoutout to tetris and myke and shep for helping me find x's name LOL
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finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh
#Given some of it IS lines of code and stuff but like.. minus all that it's still probably at least 85 - 95k words hhhhhh#AND I have to do this for another 3 characters. Then a few partial quests for 3 others. THEN the other random misc stuff in the game#(like there are public areas in the city like a park and a forest that you can go and do a few things at. and chat with a few random#townsfolk that aren't actually full characters or anything. And there's a community board where you can#browse some of the random job advertisments or silly things that happen to be posted around#and also pick up a few odd jobs of your own to help earn coin to buy gifts for the npcs. etc. etc.)#Originally I was thinking like 'ah I'll make a short little game just to try it out! :3 It'll take maybe a few months!''#haha........................hee hee........................................hoho#Also evil that it would have been done already if I didn't totally drop itand stop working on it for like 5 years randomly#i could have made 5 years of steady slow progress gradually. instead of like 'one initial idea dump + about a month of art and writing'#...... 5 year break..... 'sudden mad dash to try to get probably 400.000 words written in a year or less' lol#I just really want to be done and have something out there already so it can lead to doing other things in my world..!!!!!! T o T#Like this can be an introduction and then maybe from that I can make other games. or short story anthologies. or other such things#But there needs to be some initially not very complex easy to interact with starting point first I guess... if that makes sense#That's part of why I stopped posting worldbuilding lore dump stuff as often because its' like.. massive walls of novella length#text are much more inacessible to engage with than like.. ooh a game! and there's characters! so its more approachable! and theres#visuals! oo! and the text is broken up in small bits line by line with other things in betwen! oo! etc. etc. lol#Not that THIS is even very accessible. I think dialogue heavy interactive fiction/visual novel type stuff is pretty niche and considered#boring or tedious compared to something with more ''gamplay'' like where you can actually move around in a world#and shoot things or whatever lol. But its an inbetween point. something SLIGHTLY#more accesible for now. Since i just dont have the budget or means or ability to make some skyrim type thing obviously LOL#Though maybe if theres any interest in the visual novel that could lead to making other things too. or at least I hope. I have a VERY cool#idea for a more ''gamey'' type of game that is a super fun concept and etc. but I would need to hire at least 2 people to make it.. ough..#I could do all the writing and probably half of the art. But I think I'd inevitably need a 3d artist and someone who can Code For Real hbjh#the system for ren'py (the thing I'm making a visual novel in) is not that complicated if you stick to just simple dialogue and stuff.#Making a whole moderately sized 3d game with minigames in it and a bunch of quest features and etc. would be out of my simplistic scope#''just learn it yourself!!' ... i barely manage to eat and sleep reliably every day lol... i do not function well enough to spend months#learning that many new skills. I already have a lot of of things I'm good at (not in a braggy way but just factually like.. i already have#a wide variety of different things under my belt).. at some point I have to just be happy with what i CAN already do and focus on that#and admit I need to get outside help sometimes ghjbh... NO more new skills/hobbies!!! ... ANYWAY
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LAMC AU (all Evernote content)?
You've discovered maybe the sole Doctor Who document in that list!
So when I posted this, the title was not precisely true. It was going to hold all my Evernote content for this AU (my Evernote period came before my Google Docs period, so older fics are still languishing there) but I got fed up with the transfer process and quit halfway through. Good news, though: getting this ask motivated me to finish that! So thank you. :)
More pertinently, the acronym stands for "Less Angst More Chill" and it is a very self-indulgent AU I developed ages ago, still dear to my heart, where I take the Tenth Doctor and forcibly make him calm down by removing Rose from his era and adding the Brigadier.
(For those curious about the mechanics of how, the divergence point is the TARDIS being found in "The Parting of the Ways" by the Brigadier, Liz, and Kate, en route to a UNIT conference; they step inside and the TARDIS takes them to Nine, before Bad Wolf has a chance to happen. The whole scenario's definitely contrived, but that's what fixits are for, right?)
It's a fun AU for me because it has more Brigadier (you know I think that's always an improvement ;P), the Tenth Doctor is somewhat saner than in canon, and along the way it turned into a sandbox where I could play with all my Doctor Who toys blissfully canon-free.
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"Hullo. Bet that was a bit of a surprise--sorry, best I could do. Just a recording, though. I'm the Doctor, by the way." The recorded image waggled his fingers in a wave--facing Alistair, but not quite looking at him. "I probably don't look familiar--don't quite know who's going to see this, so I can't be sure--but trust me, I'm the Doctor. The whole different face thing, it's just . . . something that happens occasionally. Sorry 'bout that."
Alistair sighed, leaning against the console. "Yes, I'm familiar with the concept of regeneration," he muttered. "What's going on, Doctor?"
The image (which had been patiently scratching its ear, arms folded, as if waiting something out), straightened up. "Anyways. That actually isn't the important part here."
"No, really?"
"The important thing is this message. Because if it's playing for you, that means two things. One: I've been separated from my TARDIS, probably forever. Two, and more importantly: You're on the very short list of people I actually trust to take care of the old girl without me."
Alistair stiffened, shoulders falling into military stance without his conscious input, chin coming up and eyes narrowing to focus on the hologram.
The Doctor's image was smiling slightly, contritely. Unfortunately for him, that was an expression Alistair had seen too many times, in the wake of far too many harebrained schemes gone wrong, to be at all impressed by it now.
#i don't actually know if i'd call any of the writing i did for this GOOD#i have a sneaking suspicion everyone here has some Authorial Mouthpiece Syndrome going on#and to actually make something of it i'd have to A) watch a lot more ten and B) tread very very carefully re: rose#i don't want to write bashfic! i don't think that's a fun path for me or my readers#i just... don't want her HERE. personally. but i don't wanna be MEAN about it#so those are the reasons this will likely never be published. but it has lots and lots of Lethbridge-Stewart Family in it#and family vibes in general#and it's very dear to me as a concept#my writing#dw#ask games#thank you for the ask!!
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So uh, kinda psychological question? If the cast had to confront their "other side" in physical form, what would they do?
By "other side" I mean the evil or good side.
Okay, that's probably the most interesting Hypothetical that I've been sent. So much so that I spent some time after first seeing it thinking about it. I started to write up a very psychological response, but stopped, since this is a narrative story and I started to fear I'd give too much away. You can have these replies instead, which get the spirit of the initial replies, but a little exaggerated and succinct (for fun). Maia would be so utterly freaked out by the sentient visage of her being staring back at her that she'd end up running. Not without throwing everything in arms reach first, of course, but once the last throwable has been Rightly Chucked, she'd be making a break for the hills. Maybe a Reaper would be informed on the way, or briefly hidden behind. This isn't what they deal in, but you never know, an evil doppelganger could be caused by corruption. Audric would simply put the fool ten feet under. "Isn't it six feet under?" you inquire, at which he says Yes, Normally, so he's Read, but the extra four feet is both necessary precaution "And for good measure". Once the foe is taken care of, he's then free to go have a crisis about it. Privately. Alone. For a week or however long he can get off work. Elias would simply let his win. Is it the good doppelganger? The evil one? Doesn't really matter in the situation. As things currently stand, he'd let it win.
#congratulations on asking me something I've not actually thought about#a lot of the asks I get are things I've already thought about even if in passing#solivaga#soli asks#I think you know what Lyra would do#we have an entire chapter detailing how she'd jump to action in a crisis#because an evil lyra very much would be a crisis fitting the same level of emergency she jumped for in chp 0#to be fair an evil lyra would likely have similar questionable results as the end of chp 0#picturing a doppelganger of audun is killing me tho#I guess it could put the intimidating high officer reaper uniform to good use at least#I'd love to give these a true in depth psychological answer but in the end I think that wouldn't be very fun for readers#still very fun to think about#and very fun to write simpler replies to as well
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Good to see you again ♥ (Patreon)
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#Doodles#SCII#Damned#ZEX#DAX#Look. I know I cry at everything so of course I cried to this but what else was I meant to do#The heart-wrenching perfection of ''I'd recognize you anywhere'' like Excuse ;;;;♥ I cannot recover <3 <3#Ahem Anyway lol#This was genuinely like - the best and funnest <3 I love ZEX and DAX's dynamic So Incredibly Much so seeing them interact is just fdsjkld 💖#My notes - exploded lol#Previously for my liveblogging I would write like one bullet per page and some were quite long! Had a lot to go over and think about!#Is it embarrassing to admit? Oh go on then - I made a new bullet for every exchange because I had So Much to fdsalfd about lol#Some of them were short! And plenty was padded with keysmashes and emoticons lol#I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about them they're wonderful <3 <3#ZEX is so mean and I love him terribly ♥♪#Messing with DAX for funsies! Ah! What a cruel Admiral he is <3#It only made the reveal all the sweeter honestly - True Honest delayed gratification I Get It Now <3#And the way they were both reaching for each other once it was confirmed just pulling in and in and in! Can't get close enough! Ah#This scene was so lovely <3#If I can swing it in a timely fashion (lol) I have a digital piece planned for it as well because it was just so fun hehe ♪#Just something simple and I still managed to make it too big pfft#Soon soon! Hopefully! <3
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Come on, you know you want to, give us the character bingo for Viktor.
don't mind if i doooo
#ask me#okay there's a lot going on here but first things first#viktor has transcended the favorite character tier where I want to protect him or whatever#like yeah he did that shit! I support him but I also don't! the more trouble he gets himself into the happier I'll be!#do you feel me#like one of the things I love most about Viktor is that I feel so much sympathy for the circumstances he's in that are out of his control#but he has so much agency in his own story that everything he's gained and accomplished are because he makes choices#and GETS HIMSELF places#and now the same thing is happening with his BAD choices and I find that just as delightful if not moreso#he is the agent of his own salvation and his own destruction and I will be in the front row seat with popcorn for both or either#so writing him is mostly me studying him under the microscope poking him until he does something untoward it's very fun#I only hesitantly say that Viktor is like me but the Balkan ties and the grumpy-but-kind and obsessive personality#and the strong opinions about a chosen STEM field#are inescapable okay#mommy issues is not circled because I have mommy issues but bc I have convinced myself that Viktor WILL have them#if Nikola Tesla is anything to go by#the jayce-mel-viktor trifecta is ruled by mommy issues and i will stand by that claim#also viktor is more interesting with no therapy - with as little therapy as possible would be my preference#WITH THE EXCEPTION of the lonely genius shit that Singed planted in his head#that is absolutely the lie that Viktor believes that he MUST discard in order to progress as a character and I am excited for it#I genuinely think that Viktor will be happier and more eccentric as [REDACTED] but it won't last#he will hit a VERY LITERAL -if thy right hand offend thee cut it off- situation and then he'll have peace but he won't call it happiness#I can't say that I'd hate anyone who hurt him because that is half of why I'm excited for s2#but I will probably lose it at any scene where he loses to [REDACTED] for rivalry reasons#I genuinely do want to see Mel completely own his ass as [REDACTED] though like can you imagine the banter#and both of them secretly having fun with it
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Valicer OT3 Week, Day Three: Childhood Friends
Day Three of @ot3-week's OT3 Week, and we're up to a cute prompt -- "Childhood friends!" So naturally I couldn't resist writing the trio hanging out together as kids. :) This is supposed to be a Victorian!AU, though I suspect it might feel a little bit more modern than that...the important thing is, there's a grand old party happening in the halls of Christchurch at Oxford, and Smiler and Alice have already found each other and decided to sequester themselves away from all these boring adults in their own private table fort. But tummies have started growling, and so Smiler is venturing out to get snacks...
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“I’m gonna get more snacks!”
“All right – make sure to grab some of Mama’s Welsh rarebit!” Alice said, arranging the cards into neat piles. “Then when you come back we can start building our castle.”
“Definitely,” Smiler said, shooting her a grin. They grabbed the edge of the tablecloth and lifted it – then, seeing no adults had eyes on them, scrambled out from under the banquet table that they and Alice had claimed as their personal hidey-hole. And I thought this party was going to be boring, they thought, scurrying toward the table where the Welsh rarebit sat, along with a few other cheese-based dishes the various attendees were nibbling on. Adults never want to have any fun when they get together – it’s just talk talk talk about boring stuff. Especially Father, going on about “social compliance” and all that...it’s a good thing that Alice is here! I can’t wait to hear another story about Wonderland – it sounds amazing! And I bet that, without the adults interrupting us, we can build a castle using all of the –
“Now, I don’t want you embarrassing me at this party, Victor, do you understand?”
Smiler stopped, turning toward the entrance. Standing there, having their coats taken by the coat-taking-man, was a hunched-over skinny man with a large mustache, leaning on a cane; a very plump woman in the fanciest dress Smiler had ever seen, fanning herself like it was the middle of summer; and a little boy, about Smiler’s age, wearing a suit with shorts and staring at his feet while the woman – presumably his mother – went on and on about how the Liddells were Very Important People and how they had to make a Good First Impression and how Victor was to Stay Quiet and Look Respectable, like the boys in magazines. The boy – Victor – was nodding along to his mother’s litany, trying to stand up straight and do as asked, but the look on his face...
“Now, Marmaduke, I understand that you’re a little – confused, at this age. But the simple fact of the matter is that you can’t just decide that you’re not a boy. It’s simply not done. Where would society be if people just started declaring themselves not one thing or the other? You have to learn how to be socially compliant. True happiness comes from obeying your elders – and you want to be happy, don’t you?”
Smiler frowned as the woman turned away from Victor, leaving him to tug at his tie as she swanned off to chat about boring things with the other adults. It seemed like, with a mother like that, Victor was about to have about as bad a time at this party as they’d feared they would have. And that was a really bad time indeed.
Well, good thing I’m here, then, Smiler thought to themselves, then marched up to Victor, putting on their best smile and sticking out their hand. “Hullo! I’m Smiler!”
Victor nearly started right out of his skin – maybe they should have been a little bit quieter. He stared at them a moment, glancing from their face to their hand and back, then hesitantly took it. “Uh – I’m – I’m – V-Victor,” he stammered, clearly out of his depth. Maybe people didn’t talk to him much? That would be sad if so. “Your name is – Smiler?”
“Well, it’s what I call myself,” Smiler told him, pumping his arm. “My real name’s awful. But Victor’s a nice name! Do you want to play with us?”
“Us?” Victor repeated, blinking.
“Me and Alice!” Smiler pointed at their table, where Alice was peeping out, clearly wondering why snacks were taking so long. They waved to her and pointed to Victor – she glanced over, then nodded and waved back. “She’s really nice, and she tells great stories,” Smiler informed Victor, grinning. “And she’s got cards – we’re gonna try and build a castle! Do you like castles?”
“Uh – yes?” Victor said, as if he wasn’t sure of his own opinions. “I’ve n-never made a card one b-before, though.” He dropped his gaze, playing with his tie again. “I’m k-kind of clumsy.”
“That’s all right – we can show you how to do it!” Smiler promised, taking his hand so he didn’t accidentally strangle himself. “Come on – we’ll get snacks, then we can go and play!”
“I – um...” Victor’s gaze went to his mother, chatting with some other adult Smiler didn’t know and didn’t care about. “I dunno...”
“Aw, come on,” Smiler wheedled, tugging his arm. “It’ll be fun! Don’t you wanna have fun? Be happy? Like, real happy, not grown-up happy?”
“Happy...” Victor looked at his mother a moment more, then over at Alice, patiently waiting for them to decide what they were doing. Then his mouth formed a determined line, and he nodded at Smiler. “Yes. Let’s go make castles.”
Smiler beamed. One happiness problem – solved! Take that, Father. “Great! But, first, we gotta get some of that rarebit – and I think there’s some cake too...”
#ot3week#valicer#prompt#fanfic#victorian AU#kidfic#victor van dort#alice liddell#smiler alton#okay I had a lot of fun writing this one#the trio as kids are so cute :)#though again I actually wrote this from Victor's POV to start#with him wondering why he was even at this party#and then getting startled by Smiler when they kind of just appeared beside him#but that ended up not working the way I wanted it to#and I didn't like that (since Victor didn't know any better) I had to refer to Smiler by the wrong pronouns#so I swapped to little Smiler on a rewrite and suddenly everything clicked :)#part of me thinks this could be the opening to a Valicer take on the 'Somebody I Used To Know' idea#where Victor got yanked into the events of AMA#would encourage me to finish up those posts I have on Smiler's Otherland already!#oh and Smiler and Alice hanging out under one of the tables is inspired by something I used to do as a kid#my parents sold books at bookshows and I'd amuse myself with books and such under one of the selling tables#felt like something Alice and Smiler might do!#queued
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baru cormorant seems to me to be a series that suffers miserably for me having read machineries of empire first. unfortunately everything BC is doing strikes me as something MoE did better and more believably and with much a greater and more grounded eye for how systems, complex system interaction, and oppression like. work
#red rambles#also i don't like the writing very much so I'm not having as much fun with it as i did with MoE#but YHL straight up writes with the exact approach and methodology *i* write - the narrative frame is extremely close. the lines are punchy#the description is sparse the info we are delivered is typically in short wacky one-off chunks that tell us not only something about the#world but something about the narrator who is also the main character whose head we're in#the timing. so on and so forth#someone told me that seth dickinson is transfem but i cant find her (?) pronouns anywhere so if anyone knows where to see them i'd#appreciate a link if only to complain that i don't like her (?) writing that much in comparison because it is a lot less.... rewardingly#entertaining i suppose. when compared to the way yoon ha lee structures his. there are much fewer twists#and of course the major huge twist of Baru Cormorant was hidden from the reader which i just think is *bad form* when it comes to intrigue!#when yhl will lay all the moving pieces of the plot before you openly and say 'hey. isn't that a funny side tangent. anyway look to your#left; something is exploding' and then as it keeps unfolding he goes 'and here in small scale is how it is being used! isn't that#interesting to see how these pieces move? now look to your right; something is exploding' and then at the very end it all comes perfectly#together#the way i felt around the middle/end of Raven Strategem when i understood the spy network the first time is something that BC cannot do#you aren't trusted with the pieces and you don't get to play the game of understanding that you weren't *told* literally everything#i'm reading monster baru cormorant today as i go about my errands and I kinda don't think it's what i want because i want it to be the kind#of working awful poisoned bloodstained empire as the hexarchate and i want it to be a complex contradictory overlapping system like the#hexarchate's army and i want the banal cruelty of perfectly decent people condemning strangers to awful awful bloody deaths because they're#'not like us' instead of the petrified horror *everyone* has of the Social Contagion Agents because i just do not BUY the construction of#dickinson's Social Hygiene Offices and their place in the world#but i cant just read the MoE books any more. i'll get bored. i'm already kind of bored of reading them over and over
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