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sanjisleggy · 2 days ago

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the siren and the sun (ace x reader) [pt3]

a/n: part 3 yippee!! i actually planned out the idea like a week ago but haven’t had the time to write it properly until now ;;0;; btw if anyone has any ideas/themes they might wanna see explored in the series, feel free to comment! also bruh i realise i’ve never writing mutual pining before so i hope this works :D ajsdjahdihdiuwdh

contents: silly children antics, mutual pining, jealous!Ace and jealous!reader, angst :’

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“hey, (Y/N),” Luffy asked through a mouthful of roasted boar.

“don’t talk with your mouth full, Luffy,” Makino reminded him from across the mat laid across the grass. It was her day off and the weather was perfect so she decided to treat you and the brothers to a picnic by a lake near Dadan’s cabin.

“okay, sorry,” the young boy replied, once again through a mouthful of roasted boar. completely forgetting what she’d just said, he turned back to you and continued his initial train of thought. “hey, (Y/N), when we grow up, i wanna marry you!”

it takes another week–and nearly a hundred more failed assassination attempts–for Ace to realise he wants to join the crew.

“hey, i think he’s gonna talk to Pops about joining us now,” you whisper under your breath, just loud enough for Marco to hear as he stands perched on your shoulders in his half-Zoan form. he’d just returned from checking in on a nearby village and decided you were his perfect landing spot.

“you sure he’s not just going in to try to kill him again?” the older man replies in an equally hushed manner as he shoots a glance over his shoulder just in time to see Ace enter Whitebeard’s room.

“he looks nervous,” you point out, “all the other times he just looked angry or something.”

Marco hums in what you assume to be agreement, still not showing any signs of getting off your shoulders. the first time he pulled something like this it spooked the hell out of you but now it’s a regular occurance. he’s surprisingly light and you enjoy the warmth that emanates from his phoenix wings.

sure enough, the door doesn’t go flying off into the ocean like it’s done the last two hundred times. instead, it swings open quietly before Ace walks back out with his hat tilted far down enough to cover most of his face. you manage to catch a glimpse of his lips when he turns to walk over, and you see a hint of a smile.

“you dumbass! do you even know what that means?!” Ace yelled after recovering from choking on his food. he laid a swift chop to Luffy’s head, his frown only deepening when his brother tried to gum-gum pistol him and missed.

“Magra told me it’s what you do when you’re a grown-up and you really love someone who’s not part of your family! and then after that they become part of your family!” the younger boy whined, rubbing at his sore head. “i want (Y/N) to be part of my family once i become the Pirate King!” beside you, Makino laughed into her palm while you kinda just sat there gobsmacked.

speechless, Ace let out a stubborn huff before bonking Luffy’s head once again. he takes a huge bite out of his share of meat whilst the younger boy grumbled in displeasure.

“you’re just mad (Y/N) wants to marry me instead of you, stinky!” Luffy yells before sticking out his tongue at his older brother.

“shut up, you idiot!” Ace barked, a hint of red flushing his freckled cheeks. “how do you know who (Y/N) wants to marry anyway!” he then turned to look at you almost expectedly, face growing redder by the second.

unsure of what he wanted you to say, you simply stared back at him blankly. after a couple of seconds, he huffed and grumbled something under his breath before taking off entirely, leaving the picnic behind.

ii.

the Moby Dick manages to dock at Cupid Island right before sunset. its citizens, already used to the presence of Whitebeard pirates due to being under their protection, barely bat an eye at the massive crowd making their way to the dockside bar. your crew had visited the island fairly recently but since Whitebeard announced Ace’s decision to join a couple of hours ago, it was unanimously decided that a special celebration was in order.

you enter the bar a little later than the others, with Ace trailing behind you. he’d fallen asleep after lunch and refused to get out of your bed even though the whole crew was waiting to celebrate with him. after a little bribery though (you told him he could sleep in your room tonight) he decided he suddenly really wanted to get a drink with you.

you spot Marco the quickest due to his distinct hair and the fact that he’s one of the few sitting directly at the bar. he waves the two of you over when your eyes meet.

“hey, (Y/N), Akira’s looking for you! don’t wanna keep your boyfriend waiting, do ya?” he teases, eliciting a chorus of ooooohs from your fellow crewmates. rolling your eyes, you run up to him to deliver a hard slap to his back, inadvertently leaving Ace behind in the process.

“how many times do i have to tell you, old man!” you hit his back one more time even though it’s clear from how he laughs that it doesn’t hurt at all. you continue to berate him, much to the amusement of the onlookers, but Ace finds it’s getting harder to pay attention to what you’re saying as he stands rooted to the spot where you left him.

he watches as you join in the festivities so seamlessly. he can’t help but feel a tinge of envy when Marco and the others tease you with inside jokes he doesn’t get… and what’s this about a boyfriend? you never told him you were dating someone!

eyes still glued to you standing just a few metres away, Ace feels his fingers begin to tingle with heat as his mind starts to race in a way it's never done before.

boyfriend.

your boyfriend?

what about me?

he’s taken aback by his own thoughts. what about him? it’s never occurred to Ace–until right now–that you’re not his. you’re his best friend, sure, but aside from that you don’t owe him any exclusivity, do you? he’s gotten so used to spending time alone with you and Luffy that he’s forgotten other people exist outside of the space the three of you carved in your hearts for each other–as well as the fact that you might have more space in your heart to carve out for other new people.

Ace has to remind himself that you’ve only been reunited pretty recently. weaving your lives back together was so seamless and effortless he’d nearly forgotten the fact that you’d spent two whole years away from him; and that he’d spent those two years thinking you were dead.

i mourned for you, didn’t i?

did you mourn for me, too?

“hey, get over here already!” you call out to him, breaking his train of thought. wordlessly, he listens and makes his way over to see you’ve kept a seat beside you just for him. “tonight’s all about you, y’know? have some fun!”

seeing you smile lifts a bit of the weight pressing down on his chest and he even gives you a small smile of his own. right as he takes a seat, the bartender returns and Ace catches the way the man’s eyes practically shine once they land on you. the heaviness in his heart returns tenfold as a bitter taste stains the back of his throat.

“fancy seeing you again so soon, (Y/N)!” the bartender greets with a smile that screams lovesick–to Ace, at least.

“hey Akira, yeah it’s a special day today,” you hum, shooting a quick glance at Ace. “give me two of my usuals, will you? one for me and one for Ace here.”

“ahh you must be the one Marco was telling me about!” Akira finally turns his attention away from you to look at Ace. “nice to meet you, i’m Akira and i’m the owner of the bar.” he offers his hand and Ace shakes it as amicably as he can–considering he wants nothing more than to set Akira on fire right now.

and also (Y/N)’s boyfriend, i presume?

he nearly says aloud but he bites his tongue and just smiles.

“Luffy ate all your food, y’know?” you said in a hushed tone, careful not to wake Dadan and the others.

“i don’t care.” Ace crossed his arms, frowning face illuminated by the single lit lamp sat in between the two of you. an arms length away, Luffy snored in his sleep.

“why were you so mad anyway?”

“... i wasn’t mad.”

“you sure looked mad.”

“i just thought Luffy was being stupid.”

“he’s always stupid.” Ace laughed at that one. you were right, his little brother was pretty dumb but his definition of marriage, though not totally accurate, wasn’t really wrong either. “you don’t want me to marry Luffy?” you teased.

“do you even wanna marry him?” he huffed as he flicked his finger at your forehead.

“no, not really,” you admitted. Luffy certainly wasn’t the worst person you could imagine yourself marrying but he felt too much like a baby brother to you. Ace averted his eyes away from yours as his face flushed a familiar red.

“you should marry me instead… when we’re all grown up, i mean.”

for a few seconds you were speechless and Ace nearly considered throwing himself off a mountain; but then you reached out to hold his hand, your fingers cold to the touch.

“shouldn’t we date first?” your eyes refused to meet his as well. “don’t adults date before they get married?”

“i don’t know.” he shrugged even though neither of you were even looking at the other.

“that’s what my parents did, i think.”

“well, your parents suck,” Ace declared, he hated your parents even though he never met them. you hummed in agreement. “but, if you want,” he continued as he adjusted his hand so that your fingers interlocked, his heart beating like crazy, “we can date first. then i’ll ask you to marry me. deal?”

“deal.”

iii.

“wait, you’re not dating?” Thatch gasps, face slightly reddened from the few drinks he’s already had. “we all thought he was your long lost boyfriend or something.” a few other crew members voice their agreement.

rubbing your face in your hands, you sigh. though, you can’t really blame them. to outsiders, the way you and Ace behave around each other doesn’t exactly scream platonic.

“no, we’re just childhood friends,” you say, taking a sip of your third drink of the night. you’d long since migrated from the bar to the table where Thatch and a few others are sitting. the topic of your relationship status was only brought up once the fourth division commander noticed a crowd of young women forming around Ace, who’d stayed by the bar with Marco.

“i was so ready to kick his ass,” Thatch says, “i legitimately thought he was your boyfriend! he acts like a lovesick puppy and follows you around all the time.” he takes another swig of beer before shooting another glance at the group of women fawning over Ace.

“maybe he was just out of options,” a random crewmate you’re not very familiar with chimes in. as rude as it sounds, you can tell from his tone he hadn’t meant it in a mean way but he still apologises when Thatch and the others call him out.

“i mean, you might be right,” you admit, unable to keep your eyes away from the activity going on by the bar counter. Ace’s freckled face is tinted red even though he’s barely halfway through his first and only drink as the handful of local women fawn and flirt with him in a manner that’s only normal on Cupid Island–a place renown for its openness to romantic love.

although, even if you weren’t on Cupid Island, you still wouldn’t be surprised if women flocked to Ace on the daily. with his cute face, attractive physique and friendly demeanour, you can’t exactly blame them.

is this what your life was like when we were apart for two years?

did you fall in love with anyone? are you in love with anyone?

you raise your glass to your lips but find it difficult to even take a sip. there’s a bitter taste lingering in the back of your throat that you know for sure didn’t come from any of your drinks. one of the ladies flirting with Ace laughs particularly loudly and you realise you can’t stay here anymore.

your chest hurts too much in a way it's never done before. you’re old enough to know why you’re feeling this way but you avoid thinking about it as much as you can, worried that if you face the truth head-on, you might end up feeling worse.

you stand up abruptly, the scrapping of your chair against the worn wooden floor inadvertently attracting the attention of everyone in the bar. most lost interest right away but some curious stares linger. you feel a hint of embarrassment at being caught but your slight intoxication and frazzled mind makes it hard for you to care about shame right now.

without saying anything to anyone, you make your way to the exit.

you reentered my life so abruptly and we fell back into place like puzzle pieces so seamlessly. i can’t remember my life before you came into it.

as you walk past the bar, you fail to notice Ace calling out your name.

i’ve taken for granted how happily you accept me back in your arms, just like when we were kids. how will i cope once you leave me for something better?

tears sting your eyes as the cold night air whips at your face. as quickly as you can, you walk back to the Moby Dick.

“(Y/N)! where’re you going?” Ace shouts as he catches up after ditching the group of women at the bar without a second thought. the moment he sensed you were upset, all his mind could focus on was making you feel better somehow. “are you okay?” he reaches out to grab your arm the moment you’re within range. although you don’t outright shake off his hand, you don’t stop walking either.

“go back to the celebration, Ace,” you say without even looking at him, “it’s for you. you should have as much fun as you can.” you know you’re being unfair to him but the sudden revelation you’ve had to deal with tonight is taking its toll on you mentally and emotionally.

“it won’t be fun without you,” he whines, tightening his grip on your elbow. why’re you so cold all of a sudden? “come back in with me. we can hang out, just the two of us.”

you want to so badly but you’re not sure if you’ll be able to handle seeing the same group of ladies waiting for Ace when you return. the aching in your chest grows tenfold and before you realise, you’re no longer able to avoid thinking about why you feel this way.

i’m so jealous.

i’m so selfish.

“no,” you finally stop walking and turn around to look up at Ace. he furrows his eyebrows when he notices the tears pooling in your eyes. “i can’t– i mean i’m not feeling well. i just wanna rest. you should go back,” you say as you force a smile that fails to fool him, “you looked like you were having fun… with all the girls, i mean. don’t stop because of me.”

for a moment Ace doesn’t know what to say and you take full advantage of it, tearing your arm out of his grip before continuing your walk back to the ship. he watches for a while as you leave, a million thoughts running through his mind as the pounding of his heart grows stronger by the second.

don’t leave me. i just want to be with you.

he decides to run after you.

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acid-ixx · 3 hours ago

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seasons in the sun: goodbye, my love, please pray for me...

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you guys i'm sorry for literally dying from the feed all of a sudden but i need y'all to be as feral as i am for the idea of a romantic! yandere jason with his childhood sweetheart reader.

y'know, the dichotomy of what used to be softness in the past in your relationship with jason. you know him as the sweet, malnourished boy who trespassed in your house to raid your fridge, the kind protector of your apartment after you'd offer your leftovers when he'd invaded your house and you're the only one left, advising him to run off to the balcony to hide once your parents come back from their trip; the silly guy who laughs shyly at your jokes, who'd coincidentally became your classmate after he'd been taken in by his rich father, who recalled the story to you when you'd both sneak by the backyard of your school with no qualms for privacy because it's you who he first learned to trust when he's thrust into the cruel lifestyle of the streets, knowing only how to bare his teeth but never how to retract it at the hands of its owner.

he's your closest confidant, the smart, nerdy boy who reciprocated your blooming romance, read classics to you with his squeaky voice, who offers to share with you his lollipops to "make up for all the times i ate your dinner at home," who secretly shoves his assignment answers under your desk when you'd forgotten to do yours and whispers the answers to the questions you're forced to recite when he notices your tensed jaws and quivering lips, shy and unaware of what to tell the teacher. only he knows it when your confidence is at an all-time low, and he helps guide through your problems like how you've been the only light in his life.

jason is the sweetest boy, he has no idea how to hold your hands, whose face flushes when your lips kiss his cheeks and when you cheekily grin at him after. sweaty fingers interlace with yours while you both lay on the grass of the gardens, listening to him rambling about the stars, and magic, and fantasy worlds, after bruce had finally permitted you to enter the manor because even his father could see how lovely you've impacted his adopted son; both of you keeping secret of your first meeting, similar to how you bask under the moonlight, alone, as if your presence yearns to be worshipped, he thinks.

he's your childhood sweetheart, and nothing can ever shatter the reality that he's the only right one for you.

your first love, sure, and your first heartbreak too.

taken away from the world at the cruel hands of death, at the ripe age of 17. the details his father retold you, with his equally somber, mourning expression do no justice to what felt like sledgehammers breaking a dam in your heart, your entire world breaking, even bruce's hands weighing at you shoulders during the entire funeral process don't ground you at all, you've no thought other than just how truly lonely you are to the world without him by your side—

the burden only becomes heavier, the tears refusing to drip from your eyes, staring at the picture frame of your happy, chipped-tooth lover now in a casket, surrounded by mourning flowers, sun dipping below the horizon which only darkens your vision.he unmoving now, dead, actually, and your mind couldn't comprehend how you'll never hear the chirp of his voice on one side of his ears and feel the scabs on his skin slowly fading away each day under your care.

even if your chest beats too loudly in your ears, your sweetheart, for the first time in your life, wouldn't be able to grasp at your shivering hands and assure you that he's alright.

he's gone. your sweet, loving, jason is gone.

you wish he'd die in your arms instead, rather than left you aching, worried and senseless from the days he'd suddenly disappear, then suddenly dead from a bombing, as what his father had told you. and you're not there to witness the scene, you couldn't even fathom just how much your body — still locked in place watching the funeral proceedings from afar, you don't feel quite yourself anymore — wishes to run to his open casket just to take his cold, laying body in your arms to feel your warmth.

at such an early moment, from what had felt like an eternity spent with the young boy, yet such a short span of being together with him at the same time— your grief has you yearning for the past image of your sweetheart. you want him back, you want your jason back. the years you've wasted, trying so hard to repair, to fill the broken gaps in your heart, to overcorrect, finding and chasing the comfort from other people, yet reeling away when every other person felt so foreign in your arms instead. nothing could ever replace the sweet ache in your tooth back when you're with him, nobody could amount to the tears you've wasted over jason because nobody is jason.

not even him, not when he came back a hardened soul, with a different body now bigger and stronger than you, who'd visit you during the night, intruding in on your apartment which oh-so prompts you to recall the very first day you'd met him. you don't know of his hardships, you're given a different story and the entire situation perplexes you, but you couldn't deny the ache in your chest when faced with this burly man, standing in front of you, breathing heavily and gazing at you with the same, starstruck stare that pins you on the spot of your bed.

he doesn't look like the jason who died, but he feels so much like him that your tender tears finally dripped down your quivering cheeks after what felt like eons of grief.

when he was resurrected from the dead after two years, he's not quite the same jason that you'd known and loved. he's broken, crawling out of that disgusting pit with only rage in his heart and the inclination to plot vengeance on those who've wronged him. there shouldn't've been an ounce of softness left, no love nor desire, no fantasy of his ex-lover when it should only be violence that he'd have known. but even so, beneath every vile emotion he felt, was the drive, the passion to come back to you first after he'd come to his senses. he'd remember screaming in agony, at feeling the rickety bones grinding against one another, at feeling for the sinewy muscles now aching and bulging in its restraints.

he's in a body taller than when he'd pass away from, and he wishes, after gaining enough consciousness— he fucking wishes you're there with him during the recovery phase, from when he's left to the cavern of his thoughts, braindead and unable to comprehend ra's al ghul's words, not when he's busy drowning in the depths of his clawing memories of you. nothing, not even the silken sheets he lays on, compares to you kissing his wounds like you always do and comforting him with your hushed words. beyond the exterior of his violence, of his boiling rage, was the hope that you'd still think of him in every waking moment the same way his first thought directs at how your fingers would tenderly graze at his skin.

i'm just saying, the angst/comfort potential of having the only person closest to you stripped away from your grasps, now in a different image. he's the same man you've prayed every single day to come back, but being faced to face with him that moonlit night, while your eyes still take in the unfamiliar form of jason's body towering over you, when his hands couldn't keep itself plastered to its side that it just, reaches out to grab you so he could bury his head on your clavicle and take a whiff of your body— you couldn't ignore the sheer differences.

how he scrunched his body to meet your height unlike the past where it's you adjusting to him, how his hands take precaution to ensure you're not crushed by his deadly strength, palms bigger than your head, how he takes utmost consideration peppering kisses on your shoulders, mumbling his apologies, his "i miss you, baby,"'s and "i love you s'much, i'm sorry for being gone for too long, sweetheart"'s, his refusal to release you; all while your heart raises a mile a minute because this is the red hood in front of you, clad in heavy metal armoury and mercenary weapons; a danger to gotham's criminal kind. yet it's him who speaks to you like your beloved jason with his heavy accent and rushed words, now a deep tremor compared to the young boy who chirps your name.

the only thing closest to you which reminds you of your past moments with jason, was that ever-so dedicated look of love. his hazy gaze, disguised under marred skin and sunken piercing eyes, yet so delicately filled with love that fills your chest with nostalgia long gone: of nights spent together at your apartment when he'd read you your favorite fairytales, of days having picnics together, baskets filled with handpicked fruits and alfred's sandwich, of moments coddling each other, feeding off the warm buzz off both bodies, legs entangled, sharing innocent kisses behind the trees.

of heartfelt promises, long forgotten yet still protected within jason's heart now guarded under lock and key, with only you having access if you just allow him to be loved by you once more. the man before you is a man who's changed, filled with contempt, jealousy, scorn for a mankind that scorches at every criminal, emotions so utterly complex compared to the boy you used to look at with ease, whose emotions used to be so easily distinguished from anger and adoration, who never beared hatred unlike now.

and you, who's just so conflicted, equally broken and unable to understand the entire situation. why, just why does the world want to torment you so much that it brings your old lover back— but different, hands now scarred, pinning you down with unfamiliar muscles bigger than your body, burying himself on your shoulders, mumbling and sobbing about his woes while your mind still reels itself back in to comfort him as you always do. this is the man you still love. his touch is all-knowing, he knows you loved it when his kisses reach the back of your ears, when his fingers fondle your waist.

he's different, yet the same. if it's not your dear jason coming back, if it was red hood, then why do you still recognize his presence so easily?

his aggressiveness to others you couldn't approve — the news labels him a brutal anti-hero, batman's new criminal enemy, he's a weapon of fear you should've resented — but why is it that it's his gentleness towards you that makes your heart ache at the memories of when he'd defend you from intruders, using his wits instead of his lacking strength? why do you feel like a completed puzzle piece in his arms?

he's here now. the red hood is here, but so is jason todd.

you could've called the gcpd, report them of his intrusion inside your house, forget all of this ever happened. but you should've also never brought your hands up to tangle itself upon the messy tresses of his black hair now streaked with white at the front, you shouldn't've hushed him and his cracking voice, taking his cheeks in your palms and having him look you straight in the eyes, drowning at dulled, blue eyes. once it reminds you of the blazing sky, now it's like the raging storms of the sea at night. without his red, gleaming helmet, he's reduced to your sweetheart; you cradle his head and stay silent.

still conflicted over brewing emotions, over the resurfacing love that you've forced yourself to bury the same time his casket was buried under the manor's soil.

in truth, you're tired of yearning, or constantly seeking a cheap, temporary replacement for jason. you've come to the stage of anger and withdrawal too, and your friends have told you that you should learn to rebound. but you're oh-so parched from love that no other could've given you, that you just couldn't fully relinquish your feelings, you can't.

in truth, you almost learnt to let go. almost.

but there's always the greatest fact: it's that as long as he's alive, even if resurrected and never the same, you'll still learn to love him over and over again, no matter if it takes years, he's yours and you're his. despite the cruelty he bears to others, he's your sweet boy, you miss him far too long, far too deeply. all is fair in love and war, they say, and all you wanted to do was to replicate those moments where it's just the two of you; even if his body is now bigger than you, you can still hold him, no? even if he knows how to wield guns better than how he held you shyly back then, he can learn—

thing is, you just wish things were simpler, you wish he'd have no other priorities, you wish the world didn't strip him away from his innocence. jason didn't deserve it, his death, and when he'd confess the truth: of his identity, of how he truly passed away, of his trials and tribulations to earn the path back to your place; you're left stinging with ache more than nostalgia, wishing you'd notice sooner.

so even if the man who lays in bed with you now is different, he's still the same man who held you tight in his arms, who remembers how to tuck you in the way you like it, who gazes at you filled with adoration, lips still quirking up hesitantly at your expectant stare. maybe it hurts, still, that he's not entirely the same jason who's smiles without bounds, who doesn't sport the same crinkle of mirthful eyes and jumpy actions, but he still retains the same love he'd carry for you all those years, even in death—

he's back, and that's all that matters.

a/n: yes do leave comments 🤩 idk what i just wrote honestly, srs about that. and i wrote it so that you do kind of have more... obsessive traits towards jason hehe. he's my favorite other than tim drake (well almost every character in dc is my fave, but i have my top spots), and tbh the reason i disappeared was because i was getting too invested in canon dc content that i forgot to write for it ngl.

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lucygraysboy · 2 days ago

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“once we’re done here, i’ll wash it and it’ll be as good as new,” he promises, knowing how much sentimental value the dress has. fingertips absently stroking her hair, not even trying to brush it anymore, just trying to make her feel good and help her relax. “i haven’t, by the way. gone through your songbook, i mean.” in case she’s wondering. she gave him permission to do so last night, but it seemed too personal, too invasive. “thank you, lucy gray.” it’s been a while since someone complimented his heart. people often admire what’s on the outside — his blue eyes and dark curls, his nose or cheekbones. she’s one of a very few who seem to care more about what’s underneath. “it means the world to me. i won’t let you down, i swear it.” scooping up a handful of water, he carefully pours it over her back to ensure she stays warm. “so are you, little bird. you’re very smart, too. way smarter than me.” she wouldn’t be here with him if she wasn’t highly intelligent. she wouldn’t have escaped coriolanus. which is still such a strange thought… “oh, yeah?” thankful for the distraction, he lets out another laugh. “never noticed you were also bird-sized and i was horse-sized,” he counters, getting to see her sense of humor for the first time and letting it bewitch him. he adores this side of her, but it has him wondering if this is the girl that she used to be — full of sassy remarks and giggles and sweetness. maybe she’ll be that girl again one day.

“i see…” billy hums, nodding his head even if she can’t really see him. he quickly picks up on what she’s implying, putting two and two together. the stories that she told him last night… “you don’t think my brother was born with a good heart, is that what you’re sayin’?” as children, they were like daylight and dark. polar opposites. but can he call that little boy evil? sure, they’d had their differences, but he wasn’t bad to the bone. he didn’t chase stray cats around the neighborhood or rip the wings off flies. “i’m not sure if i agree. maybe the capitol and our grandmother did that to him.” or maybe he was born with evil already inside him and it just came to light later in life. who knows? “i’m not defendin’ him, just thinkin’ out loud,” he says quickly when lucy gray’s head snaps around, looking at him with something that he can’t quite name or understand. it has him wondering if he’s said something wrong. a small, uncertain smile remains plastered to his visage, his own heart picking up pace. “did i —” say something wrong? but before he can get the words out, she’s speaking up again and he’s falling silent. gesturing for her to carry on.

“you planted a snake to scare him away and slow him down?” dark brows lifting, impressed and wary in equal measure. what if she still thinks he’s coriolanus? will he wake up with a snake under his pillow one morning? and lucy gray nowhere to be found? the idea has his heart missing a beat, chest constricting. but if she wanted to run, she would have done that while he was out by the creek. “i didn’t know ‘bout that. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to bring back any bad memories with that story.” features softening, understanding her reaction better now. amusement fills his eyes, and he can’t help but think it’s such a badass move, setting a snake trap. “oh, i bet he thought it was venomous. what does he know ‘bout snakes? nothin’. i think that was a smart move. risky but smart. and it served its purpose, right?” it’s scary to think that his own twin brother was trying to hunt her down, shot at her, but then he thinks about their father, the kind of person he was… and it’s not so surprising anymore. “you think he would have hurt you anyway? if you came back to him instead of runnin’ away and plantin’ that snake?” is his brother truly as ruthless and heartless as their father? his heart aches for lucy gray, but for coriolanus, too. it must be awful, living that way, filled with hatred. “mhm, yeah. it’s just a silly story, but the moral is very accurate, i think. if you go through life with hatred festering in your heart, you’ll never be happy. but if you learn how to forgive and focus on healing from the bad experiences, you’ll be alright.” as if reading her thoughts, he adds, “he won’t ever find you, lucy gray. reva blue and i won’t allow it. we will always protect you. i will protect you.”

"it does look like feathers." maybe that's how her mama decided to design it, thinking so as the songstress sweetly smiles. "thank you, that means so much to me." that he likes the way she sings. lucy gray laughs at first before shaking her head to correct him, "because you and horses have good hearts and brave ones." she just had to be careful praising someone's heart before really knowing it first, just like the moment of phrasing you seem like a good man, coriolanus snow. she scolds herself constantly for being so naive. "they're smart and you're smart." knowing how to survive like this. "and you are a lot taller than me way down here, so that could be another thing..." her turn to tease.

perking up in interest, brows raising as she sits with his fingers in her hair. finding what he's saying really fascinating when it sounds familiar to something she'd say. "i used to think they were made, too. sometimes i have my doubts." if coriolanus was right, people like him really were born that way. "but maybe now there's proof, they're either born or made." with him being the twin to coriolanus. then he tells this next story and a strange flash of fear strikes through her. that was a coincidence, right?

shifting slightly to glance at his face, making sure he once again wasn't somehow coriolanus– not going to drown her in this water while she's not looking after telling her this story, mind backtracking all the way back to her first theory of his mind being twisted by dr. gaul. until she realizes there's no way he knows all that stuff about district thirteen, that this type of kindness can be faked and she's back to reality. she really has to stop doing that... when she realizes even her heart's picked up speed beneath her chest.

"well, snake's and me are very familiar with one another." forcing herself to chill out, a wry laugh quietly emitting from her. "and there's a lot of irony in that..." she points out, an odd smile gracing her face, "when i placed a snake out, i set it as a trap. to stall time for myself. it bit coriolanus and i knew it wasn't venomous, then that's what really set him off to go shooting at me." wasn't like he wasn't going to do that anyway, probably. but that's what's so crazy about the similarities with billy's story. "the one who went back to the village. that's the one who lived a happy life?" she answers, while feeling scared that's how coriolanus probably feels towards her... hating her guts, obsessing over hating her guts each day, ready and waiting for the second chance at killing her for revenge. "i agree... i could have definitely turned rotten by now, yet i've not. and the same for you..." as long as he's telling the truth about it all.

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inej-ruination-ghafa · 1 day ago

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KNOWN YOU FOREVER - L.C

Warnings: blood

Summary: the one where luke stumbles upon a girl who saves him and makes him feel like he has known her for his entire life

Wordcount: 3.1k

The day had started like any other, a cold wind blowing through New York City. It was like every other November, the icy chill falling on the city. You stepped outside, a big bag in hand and you threw it in the trash outside of your small inner city apartment.

You looked out through the alleyway as you heard a noise. Every sense told you that you should run, that you never know what could be lurking in the dark fog of the early morning, but something else inside of you told you to stay and watch; and you’d never been too good at self control so you waited there for a second, hearing the skidding of sneakers on the concrete.

Throughout your nearly 19 years of life, you had seen weird things that had landed you in psychiatrist offices and children’s help centres. Because no small child is seeing light green women in the Hudson River with scales and seaweed attatched to their hair.

What you saw at the end of that alleyway skidding towards you was shocking as well, but maybe not as much as the Neirads when you were eight. It was just a boy.

He didnt look like a boy actually, more like a man. He had short hair that seemed almost pitch black in the early morning light and the fear on his face as he ran towards you, not noticing you because he was so focused on looking over his shoulder.

you held your hands out just as he slammed into you. He grabbed onto your shoulders in shock with one hand, the other coming up to defend himself but then he realised you posed no threats.

“Woah, hold up there, that’s a dead end,” you exclaimed, not even worried which was silly considering what was going on here.

You shoud have been worried about the way that he held a sword in his right hand and it had gotten way too close to your jugular mere moments ago. Instead, your eyes were trained on his, and the way that they bore into yours like he had known you his entire life. You stared at the scar over his right eye, the skin almost glowing

You tilted your head to the side, confused, “Is that a sword? Dude, I’m sure that’s illegal,”

He was heaving like he was out of breath and that’s when he took a step back, realising how close he had gotten to you, ”A dead end?”

You rolled your eyes, “I just said that, yeah,” You could hear footsteps approaching, almost like an army marching on the pavement and that’s when you realised he was being followed or chased, “Go through that door,”

That was the second time in the last minute and a half that you had defied your better judgements and decided to help someone that you didnt even know.

”What?” He seemed just as shocked and confused as you did as he stood there for a second, frozen in place.

“That door, its my apartment,” you said, pushing him slightly towards the entrance. He winced and you noted that he might be hurt, “Idiot, get inside,”

The mysterious man didnt waste any time before he went into your apartment and closed the door behind him. You tried to act nonchalant as you stood there, pretending to throw something in the bin.

In the corner of your eye, you could see three tall men that looked like Cyclopes or something. You couldnt quite figure it out from there and if you would have looked closer, it would have blown your cover.

The monsters walked past the alleyway without any problem and you walked back into your apartment, adrenaline rushing through your body and your heart pounding so hard in your chest, you thought you could explode.

you stared at the man that was standing there. He dragged one of his hands through his hair, messing it up slightly. That’s when you really looked at him.

He had a ripped green shirt and a thin leather jacket on that must not have been keeping him warm in the winter months. He had blood splatter on his cheek and before you could worry about him being injured, you deduced that it must have come from someone else.

“What the hell are you involved in?” You exclaimed, voice high pitched and panicked.

He brushed a hand over his face, taking a moment to realise how strange this was, how you had just let him into your house without a second thought. “How can you see all this?” He questioned, brows furrowed as he tried to figure it all out, “You are a mortal, aren’t you?”

You scoffed, “Mortal? What are you, God?”

“There is no God, not that one with the capital G anyway,” he said, rolling his eyes at your idea. He paused for a second, almost like he was contemplating whether it would be a good idea to expose himself to you, “I’m a Demi-god,”

Your eyes went wide and you took a moment to think about it. This was surreal. There was some random guy in your apartment claiming he was some disney character, “Like Hercules,”

“Heracles,”

”Excuse me?” You questioned.

“Heracles,” he repeated, “Modern media is wrong,”

You opened your mouth, trying to think about your knowledge of all of this. Here was a boy who claimed that he was like some sort of character from a Greek myth. You thought of your history teacher rambling on about mythology.

Your head was spinning at the idea that all of those stories that had been told to you from a young age were true, that maybe you hadn’t been crazy and that all of the things you had seen were part of this other world.

“So which one? Zeus, Athena-“ you started to spill off all of the names you remembered and then he leaped forward, eyes wide as he clamped his hand over your mouth.

You stood there for a second, eyes equally as wide as you realised what you had gotten yourself into.

”Don't say their names,” he murmured, looking over his shoulder and then moving away. He narrowed his eyes at you and you just stood there. This was more than you had bargained for.

He leaned against your side table, one hand pressing against he rip in his shirt. He pulled his hand away, hand sticky with blood and then he looked up at you, hoping you hadn’t seen the state he was in. You had.

“How much trouble are you in?” You asked.

There was a voice in your head screaming that this was a bad idea, you should not be talking to some stranger who was bleeding in your apartment after he was on the run from the Gods. That in itself made your head spin, that there were actually Gods up there and they were angry.

He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, “A lot,”

“Any rational mortal would tell you to leave right now,” there was a sarcastic tone to your voice, emphasis on the word mortal.

“So why aren’t you?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you. From what he knew of mortals, you seemed normal enough, living in a small one bedroom apartment, looking a little lonely. It didnt make sense to him why you would let him stay.

There was a silence as you thought about his question. You would have loved to answer him but in all honesty, you weren’t sure why you were still letting him stay, “I don't know,” you admitted, the two of you sharing a moment of eye contact like he understood why you were letting him stay, even if you didn’t, “You want something to eat-“

“Luke,”

you repeated his name back at him and he nodded his head. A chill went down his back at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

Names were powerful and he just gave it to you. Thats not something he normally does.

Luke could feel himself getting lightheaded so sat down on your leather armchair, his hand going back down to the spot where he had grabbed onto earlier. There was still blood there and he leaned his head back in annoyance.

You looked at him, his eyes squeezed shut and his hand pressed against his abdomen, “Are you hurt?”

He opened his eyes and shot you a look that suggested that you shouldn’t be getting involved in whatever his problem is, “It's not that big of a deal,” he promised, even though he was lying through his teeth.

You couldn't care less if he didn’t want you to look so you walked over to where he was, reaching down slowly like you were approaching a wounded animal. You grabbed his hand and pulled away to see it sticky with blood. You narrowed your eyes at the slash against his abdomen.

“Lucky for you, I’m training to be a doctor,” you said as you examined the cut, finger poking at the muscle of his abdomen.

He looked away from you, face flushed red at the interaction. He didnt know why he was like this, maybe it was the embarrassment of having to let someone look after him or maybe it was the way you touched him so softly, like a fragile doll that would splinter at the wrong touch. Nobody had touched him so gently in a very long time.

“You gonna let me fix you up?” You asked.

He looked down at you as you crouched between his legs and he nodded, watching as you walked off to the kitchen and rummaged through your drawers.

You looked over you shoulder to see that he was watching you with that intense stare that you felt like you had seen before. You grabbed the kit and walked back over.

He spread his legs and you knelt between them, lifting his shirt up as you looked at the wound.

There was silence as you brushed the antiseptic wipes across his stomach, hearing him wince every time it would get close to the gash. You looked up at Luke, his brows squeezed together as he tried to hide any pain that he felt.

Normally he wouldn’t be doing this but he had run out of ambrosia and wouldn’t be back at his base for another three days. He would probably have bled out by then if he wouldn’t have let you patch him up; or at least that’s what he was telling himself.

You started to sew up the cut and he gripped onto the arm of the chair to stop himself from getting too riled up. He took a deep breath and looked around the room, analysing it. You seemed like you were living by yourself but there were pictures of you and other people all around the room.

Some things stood out to him, the warm light that came from a candle, the dying flowers that sat in a vase on your side table, the smell of freshly baked cookies in the air. It felt like a home.

He winced again as you pulled at the final string, tongue sticking out from between your teeth as you finished the last tie and cut the string. You took a second to look at your handiwork before brushing another antiseptic wipe over the wound.

You stood up, “All done,”

He looked at you and for the first time, really took in what he was looking at, the slope of your nose, the lashes that brushed against the apples of your cheeks, that little glimmer in your eyes, the ways your lips pursed together as you looked at him.

Luke could feel his face warming up again at the intensity of your stare, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” You tilted your head to the side.

”Like you’ve known me my whole life,” it took him a second to get the words out but then they just tumbled out of his mouth.

You felt your own cheeks warming up at his words. It did feel like you had known him your entire life, like he had always been there in the back of your mind and now he was sitting in your arm chair.

You knew you had to walk away before you got yourself in trouble so you walked over to the oven, putting on your mitts before pulling out the cookies. Setting them on the side, the smell wafted over to Luke and he felt sick.

It was like he was a little kid again, his mother baking cookies every single day and forcing him to eat them. He remembered her chasing him around the house, yelling about how she couldn’t stop his fate. He remembered leaving that house, taking one last look before he slung the backpack over his shoulder and never looked back.

“You want one?” The words were blurry, like he was underwater.

He stood up, pulling his shirt down as he felt the bile rising up his throat, ”I should go,”

You scoffed, “You always leave this fast,”

He looked at you in silence and then looked over his shoulder at the door that he had walked through earlier. Here he had a choice: to turn around and leave someone that he wanted to get to know better, or stay.

Luke pursed his lips together before walking over, leaning against the counter.

“Where are you from?” You asked.

“Connecticut,” sure, that’s where he was born, but normally he would say Camp Half Blood. That is where he comes from, the place that raised him and one day he would be able to go back and free them all, “You?”

”New York, my whole life,”

He nodded, “I live here now,”

“I’m not gonna ask about the whole sword business,” you said, a teasing smile pulling at your lips.

He chuckled, ”Thanks,”

There was silence as neither of you knew what to say. You would expect it to be an awkward silence seeing as the two of you had just met but it was the most comfortable silence you had ever experienced.

“You local?”

“I travel,” he replied, thinking about how much detail to go into, “I've got a mission, I have to complete it,” you nodded your head like you understood. Luke cursed himself for what he said next, for exposing himself to you so much, “I’m trying to bring my sister over, there’s a war,”

“A war,” your eyes went wide at the idea. How did nobody notice that there was a war going on right in front of them?

“Between the Gods and those that oppose their bureaucracy,” he explained.

You hummed in response, thinking back to what he had said, “And your sister. She’s not on the same side?”

He shook his head, “They poison children’s minds, make them think they’re right and we should do their bidding,” there was a venom in his words, like he had been harbouring his anger for these people for too long.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sounds of people yelling outside. Both of your heads whipped to the window to see if this was the people that were after Luke. The sound died down and you both calmed.

“You can stay the night if they’re still chasing you,” you suggested out of the blue.

“You dont know me,”

You sighed. There was no way to explain the feeling in your chest, like you had seen him before, in a dream. Or a dream of a dream, “Somethings familiar about you,”

”I get it,” he wanted to say that he understood how you felt but he couldn’t get the words out, “But I cant stay, I’m putting you in danger,”

“Luke,” the way you said his name made his heart skip a beat.

He watched as you took a step towards him, grabbing onto his arm and then digging through your pocket for a pen, “If you come back to the city and need a friend, call me,” you scribbled your phone number onto his arm, your hand lingering there for a second before letting go.

“Demi-gods cant have phones,” he explained.

You scrunched up your nose in disgust at the idea. He froze, it was almost like he had seen that expression before, “Thats stupid,”

“Monsters can track you through it,” he explained with a shrug, “I'll send you a letter though,”

“How will I send one back? If you move around so much,” you questioned.

He thought for a second, “Burn it. Throw it in a fire and think of me,”

You laughed at the idea, ”How ominous,”

He could feel his heart warming at the sight of her sitting on the kitchen counter, a smile on her face at a joke she had made.

”I should get going,” he said, breaking the silence.

“I know,” you pursed your lips together. A part of you knew he would have to leave soon, that you couldn’t keep him safe in the apartment forever but at the same time, you wanted him to stay.

He leaned off of the counter and started to walk towards the door, a hesitance in every step like he was wondering if this was the right decision anymore.

“Luke,” you called his name and he froze, like he had been waiting for you to call him back.

You jumped off of the counter as he turned around. He looked at you like he was specking something and your heart was pounding in your chest as he repeated your name back at you.

There were so many things that you wanted to say and your mouth hung open as you thought of what was the best way to leave this on. ”Ill be waiting for your letter,” was all you could get out.

He nodded, a hand on the handle, “See ya later, mortal,”

You watched as the door closed behind him and you rushed over, watching as he run into the alleyway without even looking back to see if you were still there.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you leaned against the door that he had just walked out of, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to figure out what you had just gotten yourself involved with.

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undertalerainbow · 2 days ago

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Welcome to Wonderland Clover

Hi, I just moved into my dorm today and was busy most of the day. I did get some of the Nick Poem drawing done, including the shading and the concept of his background, but not much. After the day I had unpacking, I was too tired to continue that piece today but I still wanted to draw. I was listening to the "I Only Paint in Red Now" Alice villain song by Lydia the Bard and "White Rabbit" by Egypt Central and thought "What about an Alice In Wonderland Au?". Well actually the thought process was more like this: let's make an au of all the soul kids having a different Disney story au, which then got me thinking about which Disney story fits which kid, which then led me to think Alice in Wonderland for Clover. I thought Clover would be a perfect fit for Alice, Flowey as that smarmy cat was obvious, Martlet as the scatterbrained rabbit fit perfectly (plus being the inciting incident for Clover falling into wonderland fits perfectly with Martlet being how Clover fell into the dunes), and Starlo as the Mad Hatter because I thought it would fit nicely with his whole losing himself in his persona and becoming mad would be interesting, plus having those playing tea parties. Ceroba as the queen of hearts was something more of a stretch to me that I still think would be very interesting, like maybe Ceroba was this cruel queen because of what happened to her husband and daughter, possibly killing any threat that comes into Wonderland to ensure that never happens again. Also, I think the whole queen and castle would be more Japanese themed to match Ceroba like maybe she is the "Empress of Hearts" rather than "Queen", maybe Mah-jongg instead of croquet, and more of a Japanese style palace rather than an English one. I do have ideas of the feisty five being playing cards based on their suits and being at Starlo's tea party, if its a tea party maybe I could make it those Lassons instead? I also had an idea of Dalv being the Caterpillar but I don't know if that would fit him, which is why I'd like to get others' thoughts on it. What do you think the others would be? We could make this into a small group project lol. I'm not gonna dive into this au much, I just wanna make silly sketches when I need a break, also I just wanted an excuse to put Clover in a cute dress, sue me. So if anyone wants to take this idea to make a comic just at least credit me (if the designs or ideas you used were mine), or @ me so I can see the lovely art.

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lilyinavalley · 2 days ago

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Intimacy

NSFW! - Explicit

Sylus x reader Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Contents! Romantic fluff, use of honey and oils during sex

On the top of a solitary hill there was a man, he was sitting on the dry grass, its yellowish stems stung his bare feet.

The hill was completely covered by brambles, not even the man was spared, they twined around his limbs, his horns and also his tail, the thorns pierced his flesh and blood dripped out slowly.

Nonetheless he didn’t show any sign of pain, his expression was serene and his eyes were shut closed, it was as if he was sleeping, but he wasn’t.

He was waiting.

On that lonely hilltop, where time never seemed to pass, he became a prisoner of death, who patiently waited to be freed.

He only had one certainty, it didn’t matter how long he would have to wait, because he was sure, that one day, the unbreakable bond he shared would bring his split soul back to her, as it belonged.

So it didn’t matter if he had to sit there for years, centuries or millennia, because in the end, he would find her again.

The winter outside Linkon was way colder and harsh, the snow hadn’t stopped since morning.

She was sitting in the niche window of a wooden chalet, a mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream in her hands, keeping them warm.

“You’re already up”

A sleepy voice came from behind her, apparently the ever so generous owner of the house decided to wake up.

“Yeah, did you look at the time?”

She turned her head while taking a spoonful of cream to her lips, a joking expression on her face. Sylus hummed softly and looked at the cuckoo clock on the wall, the hour hand was almost at the eleven and as the seconds hand reached the 12 a carillon music invaded the room: on the centre of the clock there were 3 little windows, one in the middle, slightly bigger, and other two on its sides. The small ones opened together and from the right window came out a small parade of wooden figures that danced in couples, tracing a semicircle to reach the left one. As soon as the dance reached its end, the window at the center opened with a bang, a small cuckoo rushed forward and sang three times, after that, it retuned inside and there was silence once more.

“See, as usual you woke up early!”

She said with an ironic tone and chuckled a little.

“If you want some chocolate I left some in the pot on the counter, the whipped cream’s in the fridge”

With a naughty grin on his face Sylus approached her, dipped a finger in the cream and then smeared it on the corner of her lips.

“Ops, you’re dirty here”

He got closer and closer, leaning on the bench she was laying on with a knee.

He caressed her cheek with the back of his clean hand and then raised her head gently holding her by the chin.

He kissed the tip of her nose, her cheekbone and then he slowly licked away the whipped cream. He distanced himself just enough to look at her in the eyes.

“This is much better, sweetie”

“Silly”

She put down her mug and held his face with her hands.

“I love you” she whispered.

His eyes softened and she captured his lips in a gentle kiss, swallowing the words he was about to say.

“Do you have any plans?”

She said with a luscious gaze, a remain of the sweetness they just exhanged.

“Yes, actually, will you indulge me for today?”

“Well, sure but I want to take you to a place first”

Sylus chuckled and got up, having reaquired her personal space, she took her chocolate again and took a sip.

“My kitten’s getting bolder and bolder by the day”

“I told you, Hunters don’t like being passive”

The snowmobile was speeding through the trees, the way ahead was cloudy as they were going up the mountain, the freezing wind felt like thin blades on their skin.

The woman drove skillfully with Sylus hugging her tightly from behind.

“How long is it going to take?”

Sylus half-shouted in her ear, trying to defy the loud noise of the engine.

“I didn’t take you for the impatient type”

“I’m not indeed, but your audacious driving’s making me”

He said while holding her a little more tightly.

She turned her head sideways to meet his eyes for a second.

“Don’t tell me the big bad Onychinus’ leader is scared”

“Look. Forward. Kitten.”

Sylus said with concealed urgency.

She turned her head and avoided a fir that was getting too close smoothly.

“Everything’s under control, hold tight and enjoy the ride”

He refrained from answering.

Once they reached the top of the mountain, it was no longer possible to see the landscape below. The rugged terrain had been replaced by a plain of white clouds, from which only a few peaks managed to break through and touch the blue sky.

"Here we are, we’ve arrived. Did you enjoy the journey?" The woman asked with a wry tone. Sylus looked at her with a smirk and raised an eyebrow. "Absolutely, sweetie"

In front of them stood a sort of house carved into the rock, with its only wall facing outward made entirely of darkened glass. "Come on, let’s go in."

She took his hand, and together they entered through the black glass door. Once inside, it seemed as if the exterior blended seamlessly with the interior. "Cool, right?"

The little house consisted of a spacious room with a king-sized bed and a small bathroom. The lit fireplace was enough to warm the tiny dwelling.

Sylus moved closer and closer to her until she was seated on the soft white duvet. However, she was not one to be intimidated and, as soon as she could, she pulled him closer by the collar of his heavy snow jacket.

"This room doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Are we here to do what I think?"

On the nightstand next to the bed there were small colorful bottles containing various scented oils, and on the other side, an open jar of honey with a wooden honey dipper already inside.

"Do I really need to answer that?"

The hand on his collar moved to the zipper, and with a decisive motion, she pulled it down, revealing a black turtleneck underneath. She slipped her hand beneath the garment and traced his chiseled abs with her cold fingers. "I’ll take that as a yes."

Sylus didn’t wait any longer. He gently laid her back on the bed, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as he began removing her heavy winter clothing, leaving her in her lingerie. At that point, before she could catch her breath, he moved to her neck, leaving a trail of light kisses, and then pulled away entirely to undress himself.

Now left only in his boxers, he looked down at the woman lying before him. His gaze couldn’t help but fall on the red lace set she was wearing—sensual without being too provocative. "Do you like it?" She asked in a sultry tone, sliding her fingers over a strap and lowering it just enough without revealing too much of her chest. "Very much, but don’t take away the pleasure of letting me remove it."

He grabbed the hand that was lowering her bra, and brought it to his lips. His crimson eyes lit up as he leaned down to her navel. A faint moan escaped her lips, and as he moved upward, only a breath separated them. Goosebumps had caused the baby hair on her skin to tickle his chin.

When he reached her sternum, he grabbed the honey dipper, dripping with thick liquid, and let it pour over her chest. The woman shuddered slightly at the contact with the cold substance.

The difference in temperature didn’t last long, though, as the warmth was restored by the man’s tongue. "Delicious. Would you like to taste it too?"

He returned to devouring her lips without mercy, and as their tongues intertwined, the honey passed to the girl’s mouth. When they parted, she licked her lips to remove the residue. "Too sweet for my taste"

Sylus rose gently and, with one hand, unclasped her bra, sliding it off her arms and tossing it to the floor. He grabbed the honey dipper again, this time using it on both of her hardened nipples.

He began to suck on them incessantly, alternating with gentle bites. The woman’s mind was completely clouded by desire; her wide eyes could no longer focus on anything, and her head spun from the intense pleasure the man was giving her.

Then he went lower again, and when he slipped a finger under the lace of her panties, she stopped him.

“Slow down a bit. It takes two to tango you know?”

Catching him by surprise, she reversed their positions. Now she was in control. She grabbed a purple bottle from the nightstand and brought it to her nose.

“Mmm, bergamot. Let’s try this one.”

She tilted the bottle slightly, letting the oil drip in a thin line onto his chest. After pouring a generous amount, she spread it with her hands, thoroughly massaging every inch of his abdomen. Then, she moved lower, pulling down his boxers.

His member was already fully erect, with a bead of precum trailing down its tip. The woman ran her oiled hands down his thighs, and finally, she wrapped them around him.

Sylus surrendered to the mattress, his breathing now ragged. When he was about to reach his limit, he took back control, pinning her beneath him once again and swiftly removing her panties. He kissed her lips, her neck, her collarbones, her breasts, her stomach, and then her femininity.

She moaned, letting go of all inhibitions, clutching tightly to the man’s shoulders and leaving nail marks on his pale skin.

Her throbbing core was driving her mad, her heart pounding relentlessly against her ribs.

When she was about to reach her peak, she called his name in a breathless voice, and Sylus moved back up. He took both of her hands, interlocking their fingers, and captured her lips in a confirming kiss, which she returned.

A smothering heat filled her abdomen. He began to move slowly and precisely, their breaths syncing. Gradually, his pace increased, becoming more intense.

He never took his eyes off her, not even for a second. Every single thrust was measured to hit her favorite spots, adjusting his rhythm based on her expressions. His every action was to fuel his beloved’s pleasure.

“Sylus…”

“… Is something wrong?”

“Thank you… for always indulging me.”

“Kitten, you don’t need to thank me. Every desire of yours is mine as well. Whatever you wish to do, I wish to do too, and every will of yours is also mine.”

There is no love purer than mine.

They smiled at each other and exchanged a chaste kiss. Then, they reached their peak together.

She fell asleep shortly after; the sun was still high in the sky, and snow drifted slowly to the ground.

Sylus remained awake, lying on his side and watching the peaceful face of his beloved.

Nothing will ever separate us again

He thought to himself, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face.

#love and deepspace #l&ds sylus #lnds sylus #sylus #sylus x mc #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x reader #smut

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drabblejester · 21 hours ago

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First of all, nice to see you come back!

I was wondering if I could request Jiaoqiu and Dan Heng (separately ofc) x reader where they get a tuskpir to help them sleep? And the reader starts to feel a little bit jealous because they cuddle tuskpir instead of them? The reader tries to hide it because they know it's silly to feel that way, but it's pretty evident that they are a bit upset.

Please and thank you!

ME, MY BOYFRIEND, AND HIS DINGY LITTLE TUSKPIR

requested by: anon!!

pairings: dan heng, jiaoqiu x gn!reader

content warnings: none!!!

comments: honk shii mimimi, the creature. also thank u lieges.. for patience.. i am eternaly greatful…. aauahehehe

DAN HENG:

you’re happy at first! he gets restful sleep, and you get peace of mind. beautiful combo! he is burying his face in its little tummy and snoozing away.

BUT. 💥 he ends up getting just a liiiiittle carried away. almost every night he winds up with the tuskpir in his arms instead of you!!

even in his sleep he sometimes kicks you away and mumbles something like “hnggnnnmhn” which is usual for him, but still sucks.

you end up confronting him about it like it’s a dead serious manner, and both of you wind up having the discussion over some coffee. with the tuskpir under the table

“it helps me sleep.” “JUST LOOK AT IT” (snzzzz snooo snork hhhonk)

both of you wind up coming to a consensus of SHARING the tuskpir, as well as swapping it out. dan heng’s calendar now has a schedule about who sleeps with the tuskpir and when

the tuskpir doesnt care. its sleepy all the time either way

but sometimes now you get to wake up to not only dan heng in your arms- the tuskpir there too! best of both worlds!

JIAOQIU:

of course he’s having nightmares. so his best solution? surprisingly not peppers! instead, he chose a dinky little tubby pink thing to nap with. instead of you.

ooooh how you LOATHE that thing. how come little pinkie gets to bury its face in his tail. that should be YOU!!!!

you’re practically snarling and weeping and writhing around in pure raw jealousy. RAAH THAT SHOULD BE YOU!!!

however, you spare the tuskpir because its empty little head doesn’t know better. but aeons help you if you show it affection(never)

HOWEVER, jiaoqiu is soon confronted by your pleas to stop cuddling little pinkie and to cuddle YOU!!!! and he giggles. in your face. GRRR!!!

he also works out (somewhat) of a schedule with you, and ends up deciding that schedules are stupid, and you can all sleep together as a happy little family.

SO the following night, you wind up pretty much locked in his arms. and little pinkie somewhere on top of the both of you. i mean, it’s comfortable? at least?

bonus. he gives tuskpir a spicy pepper like how people give their pets lemons. the reaction is hilarious

the guillotine could not stop me my lieges. i am back

#writing blog #x reader #ask blog #honkai star rail #hoyoverse #honkai star rail x reader #headcanons #dan heng #dan heng x reader #jiaoqiu #jiaoqiu x reader

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hansmic · 2 days ago

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-when someone mistakes you for being a couple-

han jisung x gn! reader

*not proofread*

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You and Jisung were on a walk when someone approaches you and says “You guys look like a nice couple”. Jisung stopped walking immediately. “I'm sorry what?” he asked to make sure he heard them correctly, as he slowly took a step closer to the person while also motioning for you to come closer too.

“Uhh.. i said you guys look like a nice couple?”. The person responds again, more nervously this time.

He blinks as he takes in what they said. Then he turns to you. “What do you think babe?”

You can only nod, your face turning red. “Thank you”. He says finally, smiling at the person as I take your hand. “Come on babe, lets keep walking” he says, walking away slowly, dragging you along. You follow, dazed. He pulls you away just far enough to be out of earshot before he stops walking and turns to face you. “Im sorry,” he says, giving you a sheepish smile. “ i figured it would be fun to pretend we were actually dating.”

You can only nod at first, before finally clearing your throat and saying, “Its okay.”

He gives you a small smile before he glances at your hands, which are still intertwined and he blushes. “Did you want to hold hands to keep the illusion?” he asks

You shake your head , “No it's fine.” You say quickly, dropping his hand. Your heart pounding in your chest and your palms are already sweaty as you try to figure out what to do with them, finally settling for shoving them in your pockets.

“Oh.” he says a little sadly, letting his arms drop to his sides. He looks at the ground nervously. “You dont want to?” he asks, trying to keep the sadness out of his voice, but it still comes through. He wants to take out your hand but stops himself. “I know it was silly to pretend we were dating.” He says. “But i wasnt pretending that i wanted to hold your hand.” He adds shyly.

You freeze. “Wait what?” You ask, unsure of what he means. You were so ready for him to say it was just a joke, just asking that theres no way hes serious.

He shifts his weight nervously. “I like holding your hand.” he manages to speak out, embarrassed. Jisung’s cheeks turning bright red. He looks like he wants to say more but hold back.

You cant think, or speak. Youre pretty sure youll combust if you try. So instead, you just hold out your hand.

He glances up from the ground to see you holding out your hand. “Really” He asks. When you nod, he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers. “I really like you” he says , almost whispering.

Your heart is racing as you take his hand. You think you should say something, but all you can think is “He likes me. He likes me ” over and over. Finally you manage to say “i really like you, too.”

He finally looks up at you, a smile on his face. I pull you close, wrapping his free arm around your waist. “Can i kiss you?” He asks, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest.

You wrap your arms around his neck, smiling. “I thought youd never ask.” You whisper, before leaning in to him for a kiss. He smiles wider at your response, and close the distance between both of you, pressing his lips against yours. Kissing you is even more amazing then he imagined it would be. His arms tighten around you, as he deepens the kiss. You kiss him back, pulling him closer, kissing back eagerly. You never want the kiss to end. You realize now that youve been waiting for this to happen, but didnt dare to hope that it actually would.

You eventually pull away, both smiling like idiots at each other. “That was Amazing.” You say breath. “Ive been waiting to do that for so long," he adds shyly.

“ i thought you'd never do it” The thought makes you a little sad, but happy that it finally happened to help balance it out. You lean in and kiss him on the cheek. “Im glad you did though”

He smiles at the kiss on the cheek. “I really wanted to, i just didnt know if you liked me as more than a friend.” He tightens his arms around you to pull you a bit closer. “But now i know you do, i would very much like to be your boyfriend”

You pull him even closer, snuggling as close as you can. “ i would like that very much.”

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I hope you liked it! make sure to read my others!

my masterlist is here

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ficsinhistory · 1 day ago

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Sonic 4 and Amy Rose: How her character can be.

So…Sonic 3 is kinda stuck in my head and spinning like a microwave.

In particular, Amy Rose. I loved her cameo and her possible dynamic in the fourth movie with all characters plus her story made my writer’s ideas go WILD! So, I decided to do a silly little post about it!

I never played the games, just watched the movies, but I've done my search!

So let 's go!

(Spoilers to Sonic Movie 3)

Tagging @annymation @nerdyneko6373

BACKSTORY

I answered an ask before with some basic thoughts, but repeating here, Amy would have a widely new backstory, motivations, arc and narrative purpose while keeping her core: Unconditional love for all living things and a deeply Empathy.

From the mid-credits, we could see that Metal Sonic apparently came from the future, so not only we may have time travel but that Sonic 4 probs will be based on Sonic CD, which heavily has time travel and fate in its theme.

In the game, cards told Amy she would meet Sonic and she fell madly in love because…destiny said so. Ok, obviously, the movie will need a stronger reason for her to exist, and her role as a whole.

So, here's my theory:

Amy will be on a mission to protect Sonic to save the future from Metal domination.

She would be a little girl from the Little Planet, or a place where it came close, raised in an orphanage where she never was adopted. Her home would be destroyed because the Metal Army wants the Time Stones. From who doesn't know, the Time Stones are 7 stones that can fold time itself. A crazy power to fall on bad hands.

In this scenario, Amy would risk her life trying to save everyone, getting the stones first to use them to stop the Metal Army somehow. However, the time stones would why the Metals exist, because Sonic was defeated, before sending her to Earth (at the same age of Sonic or a little older, it depends) to protect the gems and Sonic. But there is a small problem: she doesn't know where he is!

So she would grow up running away from Metal Army and the GUN, who find her after their readers went crazy since she didn't travel through rings but by the Time Stones, which would generate a lot of chaos energy. Amy also would have a beef with this organization not only for persecute her but for… you know…destroy the future as is known!

You heard me right, they'd be the ones who made Metal to be a “prevention” against Sonic before they get out of control (if with the help of Robotinik, Stone or not is open) and dominate Earth and universe.

I also theorize that her being an orphan gave her attachment issues and feelings she will always be left behind, longing for a place to belong at least once since he could never stop running. Growing up with this mission of saving everyone by finding this specific boy and keeping the Stones safe would be the only constant in her “always running away to survive” life.

With those changes in the backstory, Amy Rose would become guardian of the Time Stones and an anomaly in the current timeline. With her latest pursuits settling her in New York (why Sonic ended up there is still a mystery, maybe his powers evolved?).

But not only that! She also would gain powers related to time. What I personally think is perfect for her. Sonic has speed, Tails his brain, Knuckles his strength, Shadow his teleport, Amy Rose, time.

In her case, time manipulation to some extent with chaos energy (and sure, Silver can do this but he already has psychic powers not to mention that there isn't really a reason in how he does it and I don't see any harm in transferring this ability to Amy, or even both of them having it in this universe, since Silver has more psychic powers as a trademark).

I think abilities related to seeing the future and past, allowing her to think strategically and would be great for her core traits. Imagine when you can know all about a person's story? Or even a second chance, like Ekko’s from Arcane? Whatever could be, I think is amazing giving Amy a proper ability that also could push her empathy, love and determination more.

Also with her being the last refugee for a dominated planet and timeline would give her more complexity and a compelling story. Making her the only chance that things can be different and save everyone would be a responsibility and pressure for. While Amy could do anything to make sure things change, because that is who she is.

Not only that, changing Amy’s backstory to protect Sonic can give their relationship a deeper foundation. With her, presumably coming to Earth not much younger than Sonic and always seeing him as her hope, is so cool! He would inspire her even before they knew each other. Imagine her powers showing some glimpses of him as Amy grows up with Sonic being the only constant in a life she always has to be running away.

That would give a cool nood to her debut in the video game but with a blast! Destiny indeed brings her and Sonic together, but now isn't about her. Is about this lifetime mission. Is Sonic’s life on the line. The Wachowski’s life.

Billions of lives across the universe on her shoulders. A hard mission she assumed because she loves those people and thinks all of them deserve a good life with freedom. That she has to try to get a better future.

She'd try to be a heroine, even if she was too young and this is a hell of a life. Because Amy Rose cares. She empathizes soo much! And always believes things can be different, better. What brings me to…

PERSONALITY AND TRAITS

Listen, I know she evolved a lot but…Amy, to be a movie character has to have a strong characterization. A thing thank God got better, but can get upgrades.

As I said above, with some story before Sonic like Shadow, Knuckles and Tails have, Amy can bring good points to establish her arc and persona.

First, this Amy would be more…traumatized. Sorry, but it is true. Everyone in these movies passed through the horrors, so should Amy.

The girl'd see her home falling on evil hands and be the only one who escaped, that's alone is terrible. Now, add the responsibility of fixing things, find and protect the only being in the universe that can change things and she doesn't have any idea where is AND being on her own for years in one place after another? The past would do a NUMBER on Amy Rose.

Because see, Amy at her core is a lovable and kind character. And I can see this being the reason that she doesn't give up fighting at the same time she beats herself. Is too much pressure and stress, to think about. And she cares. Because is Amy Rose, and she cares too much. Amy’d be anxious and perfectionist in the movies, with the constant memory of a terrible future looming above her head. She can’t relax, she can’t get attached to anything or anyone.

More than that, if Amy really is an orphan with no family, always left behind, she can start to think that the mission is more important than herself, which would bring? Exactly, sacrificial tendencies. Amy would do all she can to protect Sonic and the rest of the Wachowski, even this put her life constantly on the line. If your mission is to save billions and you don't have anyone to care about you, why would you?

Not only that but I think, because of her mission, Amy would be very lonely and independent. She doesn't allow rely on anyone, so she does it all by herself, without having others help her for so long. Amy may also not let herself dwell too much on her own sadness, being reserved with her emotions and avoiding talking about her past suffering in silence most of the time, leaving her, as well as her powers, unstable. Maybe working hard to put up a facade.

She also wouldn't be willing to sacrifice her loved ones, maybe prefering to die than to lose someone adopting, like in the games, a mentality of “between the world and you, I chose you” with her new found family. Again, pretty interesting conflit to her, and the whole save the world mission.

But not only angst makes a character, so Amy would also be kind, gentle, emphatic and forgiving. I can see her loving the Earth and the animals and humans in it, even if it was humans – the GUN who still persecutes her – that shattered her life in the first place and still gets in the way of the mission which is nothing more than cleaning up their mess because she believes that all life is valid.

Amy would want to help, raising the morale of others and feeling very compassionate (imo she also would be amazing giving advice). I also see her being the type that sees someone's needing help and doing that immediately. I can see her being gentle with Tails because he's this cute, smart, little kid or admiring Knuckles’ strength and instincts. Or helpful to Maddie and Tom because she accepts her. Always glad for the good actions of others.

She also would be persistent, feisty, hot-tempered and aggressive.

Fight for the future can wreck someone's nerves and Amy is kinda irrational and violent sometimes in the games and, to be honest, go girl! I mean, she destroyed and beheaded Metal Sonics like they were made of paper. The girl can fight and is pretty good at it! She did it for a long time, I can tell. Amy also would often be in touch with anger, with some moments that would make anyone regret annoying her. She's temperamental and it would be good to see it. Imagine seeing this little pink, cute, girl who almost has a heart attack because things don't go the way she planned or because she was bossed around. Amy always has been angry, let her be in the movies too!

Not only that, but this is my “Amy is a powerful chaos energy user” agenda. The girl's hammer was infused with chaos energy to such an extent that it glowed brightly and seemed to obey her commands from a distance (please, let her cuffs be limiter rings 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼). Not to mention her stealth skills as she approached machines made to track without being noticed.

Amy also would be resourceful, clearly living by herself for so long, would make her see different ways. And I don't know if she made her hammer or brought her or built but it's a point. Maybe using her time powers to heal herself?

I think she would also have some difficulty acknowledging her own feelings, due to years of constant travels and persecution. But it would be more like she doesn't know how to behave with her being kind of intense at times. Not only that, I think that because of this she may not understand some feelings that she is not used to, such as acceptance and attachment, not allowing herself to get too attached because thinks she'll have to leave soon.

And of course, a funny sense of humor. I think Amy cracks jokes at the most random moments, but she would also go down the route of witty observations, dry one-liners, and good-natured teasing. And she really has time powers, time travel references. And propensity for chaos and shenanigans cause, c'mon…girl hates GUN (and any authority let's be honest, she does whatever she wants) AND is a war refugee. Amy doesn't have the goody-two-shoes atitude, no way. If anything, she’s only less impulsive than the main cast in doing crazy shit, planning little to not get caught.

Amy would also have a strong belief in time and destiny. Having grown up on Little Planet with the Time Stones or at least them being prominent in her culture, she might have that mindset. Which would be fun since she's essentially trying to change the fate that was the end of her home and interfering.

My girl also would be a great leader. She would guide everyone on how to deal with the robotic threat that adapts to enemies and copies attacks very well. And also a love for adventures and emotion.

We can't forget her love for girly things. Amy is a girl who loves being one. I imagine she likes what all average girls like: music, books, fashion etc. I dare say that this is one of the most important traits to portray. Amy being more independent and a warrior should in no way erase how feminine she can and likes to be. The character was inspired by the average Japanese girl of the time, it would be a disservice to forget this very important trait. Not to mention that in the context of this story, it could give her comfort. Fighting your whole life is tiring and can destroy someone's spirit. So having these feminine hobbies and tastes could be a way for Amy to maintain her own sanity. To have something beyond the mission to define herself. An escape. And a funny way to put her obsessive traits in work like her being crazy about a saga she knows in a YouTube video's essay level.

And the greatest trait: Unconditional Love. Amy loves all things. It's her trait that has to be brought to the games. To all her interactions. It has to influence her decisions.

Amy has the type of compassion and kindness that would make this girl hold your hand, say she's on your side and fight with and for you. The do-good-because-you-can type. That inspires the best in others. She canonically remembers Shadow of Maria's compassion in the games. Amy Rose never gives up or left behind those who chose to do good. She gets out of her way to help a random bird in the games, for goodness' sake!

That's what they can't get wrong. If SCU!Sonic already has compassion, Amy has to irradiate it. Have this vibe at the moment you look at her. Is who she is. Love is her central trait. Not that Amy couldn't hate anything, she can. She has the temper to do it and is as any character. But Amy chose hope and mercy by default, not fighting.

She can be violent and angry as much as any girl is (which is a lot) but at the end of the day, would believe in the one she loves until the end without wavering and that cannot be ruled out. Amy is a loving person. An optimistic.

A girl that believes she can defy destiny by putting heart enough. An average little girl that chooses to put herself in danger in the name of others because of love and compassion.

With that covered…

DYNAMICS!

Oh boy I love this part!

To start, the Wachowski, more specifically, our colorful bunch: only child meet brothers.

That's it, fight me.

Look me in the eyes, and tell me she didn't give the energy to the girl that made everything by herself finds THE trio ever. Amy would love all of them and the boys would be thrilled with her (one more but I'll get there). Tom and Maddie? In the clouds! Maddie, especially.

First, Knuckles and Amy would be besties. Protectors of a powerful gem? Lost their home? Badass warriors? Sold. They would click in a blink of an eye! Let's recall Amy is pretty strong and a class A fighter. This boy just found his new sparring duo! Not only that, but Knuckles is a protector above everything and if my theory about Amy is true, she can relate more than anyone with the role: my life is devoted to a single purpose, protection. Imagine a scene where Knuckles stands his hand ro a handshake and Amy actually gives it back with a big smile and equal force.

Tails and Amy? She'd see Tails and would kill everyone in the room than herself if anything happened to him. He's the cutest little boy, c'mom. Tails? You see Amy's hammer? A gorgeous technological weapon? Nah, he's a simple boy. Plus, Amy is really gentle and Tails' main insecurity is people despising him. But if anything, she'd find him endearing, valuing him as a team member. This little kit would see this really cool pink girl who is kind and imprints on her like a baby duck. Is her sibling too now, your honor! She carried this boy on her back like a backpack whenever she could. I need to see them as the duo ever!

Now… Sonic.

Fun fact, I'm not a Sonamy shipper, but I am a writer and man, and I love when a dynamic can be WILD.

To start: Amy is protecting Sonic. Period.

That girl doesn't find the boy randomly, no, no. She found him.

And if it is true, it makes me so FERAL! Because in a meta level, would change the Amy's damsel in distress portraying, placing Sonic as the one in need of protection and rescue. Would be amazing! On a narrative level? Epic, because now Sonic, the everyone's hero who always meets their new allies fighting them and after being friends with them, is the one someone fiercely defends against an enemy that can't be reasoned with. He's out of his comfort zone.

Sure, Tails saved him too, but Tails also is a young kid that needs his help. Amy? Don't let the pink fool you, girl is a menace. She destroyed at least a dozen of Metal Sonics alone when Sonic himself barely scratched one. She knows this enemy in the palm of her hand because, remember, this thing can copy abilities AND improve itself! Girl is fighting an AI made to fight and is winning!

Amy isn't a person who needs Sonic…is him that needs her.

Amy Rose has survived all this chaos all this time, she doesn't need a hero for herself. She needs one for the world, for the future.

Sonic has always fought villains like Ivo, or people who were fierce antagonists but became allies with him by extending a helping hand, like Shadow or Knuckles. Or even allies from the beginning, but who still depended heavily on external resources, like Tails.

Amy? Nah, girl can fight but not against him. On contraire, he is fighting for him. From the start. Total change. And it's so intense and incredible that I'm going to set aside a session just for it.

Amy and Sonic are equals in this version!

And God, this is AMAZING!

Tom Wachowski. The man would like Amy just for the fact that she saved his son. After all the saving him, saving future, and her being friend of Sonic (maybe more, I will cover later)? The man would be supportive as hell! Let's recall Tom is a helpful person as Amy and both would find a common ground in this. She would respect his leadership as the patriarch and Tom appreciate Amy's effort in defending his family.

But now…Maddie Wachowski. The movie can destroy me so bad here. First, Maddie would be thrilled to have another girl at home. But not only that. Maddie's a nurturing person. She's the emotional support, the doctor, the mother of the house. And Amy would align very much with Maddie's personality. She's this sweet, brave girl who's trying to save everyone and just wants to help all the time. Maybe Maddie feels relieved to have another girl in the house because Amy understands her position: Love through sacrifice as a loving and caring person.

Maddie only is a veterinarian because Tom bust his butt to make her happy. She willingly would move her whole life to SF because now was time to support her husband. Maddie also supported Tom and adopted the boys. This woman helped and was helped, loved and was loved, many times.

Both Maddie and Amy have this love in their essence. And how hard it can be for those who accept so deeply.

Maddie almost died a lot of times, so do her sons, and her husband who she loves so much too. Amy fights and hides and risks her life for this family. Love isn't easy. Can hurt.

Maddie almost lost her darling husband thanks to her adopted sons, aliens, that she accepted. Amy lost her home to humans that still want to kill her. But both don't give up on loving those others would hate. Because their caring and loving sides are bigger than any hate.

Just…Amy and Maddie man…

GUN. Oh, GUN…Amy would hate this organization's guts so much. They not only would make the things that destroyed her home and hurt billions but also their lack of empathy and complete disdain for others definitely put them as her public enemy number #1.

Shadow. You hear me right, Shadow, because, fun fact, they're kinda friends from what I could see in the games and he has a great respect for her. Amy literally inspired him to save Earth once and believes that Shadow is a good person, having faith in him to do the right thing. They're like siblings. And I need to see this in the cinema. They could bond through similar despise to GUN :D

Metal Sonic. Your enemy is just like the hero you forseek. I need more info to go deep but thinking in how Amy fights copies of what should be her “savior” is sooo mess up and endearing.

SONIC AND AMY

I told you they would have a separate part!

Like I said, I'm not a Sonamy shipper, I only watched the movies and Sonic Boom sometimes. But man, the grip the version of this duo got me should be studied.

They are a…controversial topic. Can see why, the foundation of them isn't good and they are kinda a mess. But in the movies? Oh man, how different things can be.

They will come from scratch in the movies which gives them a big advantage. No crazy behaviors or one-sided feelings. Is a fresh start!

As said, probably Amy will look out and protect Sonic for the Metal Army.

Which is great because it's not only an excellent reason to bring and keep the two together but it also avoids any of the obsessive stalking Amy had originally. No, she's looking for Sonic but to save his life and ensure the universe a good future. She's selfless, she takes Sonic as a person into consideration.

Which is good for Sonic too, since he will have an ally who is skilled in combat and who didn't start out wanting to kill him the first time. They will be equals, unlike Sonic who had to save Amy.

Now the dynamic. It's a... complicated topic. I understand why people are afraid it’ll be terrible with the writers apparently going the Sonamy route.

Some people fear that the film will be just that, that Amy will lose her personality in the name of romance or that they just aren't big fans of Sonamy because of how she was done in the games or because they have other preferences, which is valid.

But, at least in this version, I think it can work. And not only can, but be extremely well done and coherent, going beyond simply platonic and romantic.

To begin with, no matter how it develops, I firmly believe that their friendship and bond will be the strongest foundation of these two.

The games didn't start out focusing on Sonic and Amy's friendship, more in the romance-ish. However, the movie would change that. Instead of following the typical relationship story, I think the writers could explore more a route where they show why they are the person for each other.

While yes, because it was said by the directors that the plan involves a "romantic" route; the most important thing established for Amy and Sonic in the movies is to show why they work as a duo, why they get along in the first place rather than just romance and saying that they will be together. Will be about the bond.

To begin with: Amy and Sonic's versions of the movies are extremely compatible. As a whole, independent of the label.

Movie!Sonic is a brave but extremely traumatized boy. He has some trust issues and what all the people he loves and cares about have in common is that they are all undeniably selfless and good people. Tom protects and helps both people and animals. Maddie is a veterinarian who helps animals. Tailes is his little brother who always helps. Knuckles is his protective older brother. Even Shadow, at the moment he realized that the black hedgehog was just very traumatized and manipulated, Sonic had no problem putting aside any animosity after nearly killing him. Sonic grew up isolated, with his first guardian telling him he would be persecuted for his powers.

If there's one thing he values in people, it's kindness and goodness.

And these qualities Amy has plenty.

And I say more, while Sonic would be impressed by the rescue, he would trust and like Amy seeing how kind and concerned she's with people and animals (I mean, in the games, she’d this story about helping a bird). Sonic would admire her for her fighting skills, yes, but above all, he would value Amy for her compassionate and loving personality. Someone who is risking everything just to keep people safe, to keep him and his family safe.

Not only that, Amy is a deeply sensitive, forgiving and kind soul and that would be one of, if not the most, important points for her and Sonic's dynamic. This boy... has been through a lot. He's lost a mother figure, almost killed people, almost lost his dad and must surely have a lot of guilt. And if there's one type of person who knows how to deal with people with guilt, it's those with kindness and unconditional love.

Amy, in Sonic's POV, wouldn't be amazing because she knows how to fight or because of the really cool powers she’d have, but because of her ability to show love and kindness unconditionally even after all she has been.

He shows so much compassion throughout the movies, but I think what still really gets Sonic is to receive it. And Amy shows it easily, like breathing. If Sonic at some moment lost faith in himself, that he maybe doesn't deserve his family, if he loses in guilt, Amy will be there with all her trust and love.

Amy, on the other hand, would value Sonic as well.

She would grow up with this beacon of hope, this person who could put an end to the terrible future. But not only that, I believe that she had him as a role model, perhaps seeing lapses of Sonic's life, and how he always persisted even when alone and afraid. This would inspire her, he would not only be a hero, but like her hero. What she wants to be. Remembering that Amy would enter this mission purely to do good, the girl would be going through this. She didn't want to be a hero, maybe explore and have adventure, but not being in charge of countless lives so young. But she entered this because it was the only way to fix things, that doesn't mean she doesn't crack under pressure.

Sonic is not just the trigger that can save the world. He is the shattering of expectations. Someone so good and special that he can change an almost certain destiny. For Amy, Sonic would be the reason she doesn't give up, won't let this crazy endeavor go by and accept defeat. He is the fastest creature in the universe who not only breaks the sound barrier, but also writes fates. The simple fact that he lives makes a difference and this would inspire Amy that maybe she can too.

That a simple girl who threw herself against everything and everyone in a mission that could kill her in the name of change can be a heroine. That she doesn't need to accept bad things passively without fighting, that she can indeed change the timeline.

Sonic would be a reason for Amy. Someone who never gives up, who will try again and again, no matter how many times he falls. Who will keep running until he reaches the finish line.

What I mean is, that there is no shortage of real and profound reasons for these two to enjoy each other's company. Their personalities complement each other. Isn't just superficial reasons, but real, deep things that influence both of them.

Is a mutual connection they have that is different from anyone. That just exists between them. Is about building.

Development

Everyone talks about reverse Sonamy and I see the vision, but may I add: both are low-key crushing…except they don't see it.

We're talking about a boy who was isolated for ten years before having a family, carrying devastating traumas, and a girl who lost everything, is on the run without creating bonds for years also with devastating traumas.

C'mon, they don't know shit about romance.

And no, it's not that the passion isn't there, because it is... it's just that they don't know.

Starting with Sonic, maybe he'll notice the signs: his heart beating faster, his need to impress Amy, his nerves on edge...but don't connect the dots until someone points them out.

While Amy thinks he's a little weird but definitely endearing and heroic, and finds Sonic's actions silly but cute... and ends up attributing it to devotion and attachment to him in general.

Meanwhile, Maddie and Tom are nearly having a stroke because for the love of God they are so obvious while Tails and Knuckles also didn't get the why.

And while it might be a funny running joke, it also takes the pressure off the romance. They're not self-conscious about it. For them, they’re just new friends…with a weird amount of tension. But friends, noneless. Y'know, not second intentions or anything. Just them thinking their new pal is cool! As should be.

With that said, I buy the idea of Sonic showing his feelings more openly and being the one who goes after Amy more while she is more shy about it. And considering that she has a mission that determines the end or not of the known universe, it makes even more sense.

Although I see moments where Sonic is flirting really cheesy and Amy comes with a super deep declaration full of sincere devotion and drives this poor hedgehog to blue screen.

Something that can also contribute to their dynamics is parallels.

Sonic has parallels with almost everyone: Tails, Knuckles, Shadow. Heavily in Shadow. Good dynamics are born from it. All iconic audiovisual interactions have them. And with Amy and Sonic it would be no different.

One really cute thing about them is, Sonic and Shadow for example thrived on the parallels of similar loss, grief and as opposites, which is amazing narratively, Amy and Sonic are more parallel in qualities and, depending on how the film approaches it, in backstories.

They are both kind and sweet souls who fight for the ones they love until the end and are compassionate. Not only that, Amy and Sonic may be young folks who grew up alone feeling the weight of loneliness hit them hard. And heroes who now have to save the world because no one else can.

They have opposing parallels too, like Sonic being more laid back and impulsive while I see Amy being more strategic and thoughtful, him having to hide while she had to constantly move around, or Sonic finding family while Amy can't have bonds for the greater good.

Heck, the writers can even pull a Amy and Sonic/ Tom and Maddie parallel if they really want to hit us!

But imo, they'd thrive in the alikeness. In their shared compassion.

In the capacity of changing the other for the better.

Sonic could help Amy relax. She would have a lot of responsibility on her shoulders, without support and always struggling. He would show her what it's like to have support, a family, how to take life more lightly. That she's doing well.

Amy can help Sonic to find peace. That he’s a hero and that although isn't perfect by any means, and yes he makes mistakes, that does not diminish his worth. She gets what he has been and keeps the same hope and trust in him.

And that's the appeal, imo. Not a love at first sign or destiny. But showing how they work, how they don't need to change who each other is but help, and how natural the interaction is. The growing feelings. The simplicity of the whole thing.

The lightness of young love, y’know.

Conflict

Trust me when I say it, the writers can make Sonamy doomed by narrative. Not only that, but it would be their core conflict as a duo.

No, I'm not crazy.

See, cuteness apart, Sonamy is almost an “anomaly” by default in this universe. With the Metal Domination, Sonic probably should be dead in the future, not possible to meet anyone after that. Amy who came from the future to a time that isn't hers to stop it. She is not from his timeline, and he isn't from hers either.

Sonic and Amy never should meet each other in any normal circumstances. They have a mission bigger than them. They have a clear reference to Terminator and my pal, it romance doesn't end well.

If my theories are correct, the fourth film is essentially a fight against destiny. The star-cross story writes itself. Amy and Sonic meet and hit it off, but man, none of the odds are in their favor.

And to make matters worse, I'm pretty sure that if love is a theme in the film, the writers will pull to love is to sacrifice.

Remember the Tom and Maddie/Sonic and Amy parallels I mentioned? Tom and Maddie’s relationship has a strong foundation in sacrifice.

Maddie has said that Tom did everything he could to get her to go to veterinary school while Maddie gave up her life in Green Hills to be with Tom and make his dreams come true. Same with Sonic and Amy, except the stakes for these two are so much higher.

Because these two have a policy of no loved ones hurt equally at least in this universe and I know this will be a point of discussion. Sonic would never agree to someone he cares about sacrificing themselves, while Amy wouldn't accept it either. They're alike.

And I say more, it would be worse for Amy because this is her mission but also her feelings. The goal she dedicated her entire life to vs the people she loves. She won't condemn billions...but she won't be able to send Sonic into a near-death fight. And I'll say more, if she can save both of them at the cost of her own life, I say she would.

She doesn't have a family or a home and after spending time with the Wachowski, she wouldn't accept the risk of the family losing their son and brother. And man Sonic wouldn't take this fact well.

He wouldn't understand why Amy wouldn't try to fight to change things once more instead of just accepting death, not accepting that this time, there would be no way to talk her way out of this situation. Amy would be right in her point. Lives were at stake and any other decision would lead to losses.

Sonic would be torn too. It's a very important mission, and he has his family and the universe at stake...but leaving Amy would devastate him just as much. She's cool, she's amazing, and she'd still die for others. How do you deal with that?

Love and sacrifice. And always think about the other person and their well-being, not your own because that would be better. Doing things so that others can have their dreams and aspirations fulfilled. And how to balance what them both want.

They will find a way but God, the drama!

So yeah, Sonamy can be doomed by the narrative.

Well, this ends my talk about Amy Rose. What is right we'll see only in 2027. Until then, let's enjoy what we have. Please, if you wanna say something, do it! I would love to hear it! A big hug! Bye!

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie 3 #sonic movie #sonic movie spoilers #sonamy #amy rose #sonic cinematic universe #sonic 3 #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog 3 #scu #man my daughter can be sooo good!#please writers do her right!#I`ll write a fic about her #amy rose my beloved

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fanfictiongirlie · 2 days ago

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Marvel: Kitten

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Description: You and Bucky decide to get a kitten together.

Rating: General Audiences - It's fluff y'all!

Words: 1,163

Completed One Shot

You were buzzing with excitement, one of your hands was in Bucky's metal hand whilst your free arm was wrapped around that same metal arm, near bouncing as the two of you walked down the street.

"You gotta calm it, baby" Bucky's voice is laced with amusement as he speaks to you, he lowers his head slightly, his breath tickling your ear as he spoke.

"I can't" You whisper, the excitement evident in your step.

"You'd think you'd never owned a kitten before, doll" He says quietly, he raises his flesh hand to adjust his baseball cap slightly as he speaks to you.

"I haven't!" You squeal, a small bounce in your step as you near your destination. A small shop on the corner of the street you had been walking on. Just before you opened the door, you did a little excited tippy toe dance, still holding onto Bucky's arm.

The shop itself was small and cute, painted baby blue, which added to the adorableness. Even through the window you could see a variety of animals; puppies, kittens, a few smaller animals in different enclosures.

"Ready, doll?" He asks, a small smile on his lips as he looks down at you. It was moments like this when Bucky decided he was really in love with you, he knew all the time that he loved you, but the moments like this, where you were beyond happy, acting silly and adorable, that's when he really, really loved you.

"I'm ready" You whisper, stepping forward, you enter the shop and it wasn't too busy, which made you happy, you knew Bucky didn't like crowded places. With wide eyes you look over the various animals, but the kittens were the reason you came.

You slowly walked over to them, a small part of you thinking you may combust when you actually saw the little sweethearts.

Finally you reached the little enclosure, it was on the floor, surrounded by a small fencing which looked like the kittens couldn't climb out. There was a handful of them in there, meowing and playing, it was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

One, two, three, four, five kittens all together! All different colours, there was one that was bright ginger and fluffy, one that was white and fluffy, one short haired tortoiseshell, one short haired tabby and finally the smallest of the group, a fully black cat playing with a toy mouse.

"Oh Bucks! Look at them!" You squealed in a whisper, your hands came to your cheeks, holding onto your own face as you looked at the kittens.

"What one do you want, doll? How about the orange one?" Bucky asks, he steps right behind you, both his hands moving to stroke both your arms. You felt little goosebumps rise at his touch. You shake your head at his suggestion, you though which little guy you wanted.

"That one" You say quietly pointing to the little black kitten.

"Alright, you wait here, I'll get a staff member" Bucky whispers in your ear, though you hardly notice your eyes trained on the little black kitten. They were so small, completely black with beautiful golden eyes, and if you squint your eyes you could see the tiniest faint of a lighter black pattern along its back going down to it's tail.

Moments later Bucky was back with a member of staff, she smiled at you, and brought you to her desk so you could start filling out all the paperwork for the kitten. It took around ten minutes, and finally after buying a cat carrier from them - it was the last thing you needed, everything had been brought and was back at yours and Bucky's flat - the staff member allowed you to scoop up the little kitten, and as your hands touched it, the kitten started purring, your heart swelled and you know it was a match made in heaven.

Once the kitten was in the carrier Bucky carried it, and you both left the store, your little kitten meows a little as you walked, and each time you leant down and spoke to it. Giving it kind words, despite it obviously not knowing English, but you felt it still calmed the kitten down.

"Whatcha' gonna name him?" Bucky asked, the staff member had let you know that the little guy was a boy kitten, so you had been thinking of boy names ever since.

"I have a few names in mind, I wanna get him home first" You say excitedly.

After the short walk to your flat, you rush inside and place the cat carrier on the floor in the middle of your living room. Both you and Bucky sit back on the couch, allowing time for the kitten to come out by itself. You had placed two little bowls near the doorway connecting to the kitchen full of water and kitten food, and toys were everywhere. Bucky had yet to build the cat tree, but you didn't think the kitten would mind yet.

Eventually the little kitten poked his head out of the cat carrier, his golden eyes looked up at you and then he backed away a little, hiding in the shadows of the cat carrier.

"Shadow, come out kitten" You whisper, your eyes trained on the spot he had appeared from.

"Shadow?" Bucky questions, you look from the cat carrier to him and nod, a wide grin on your lips.

"Yeah, Shadow, cause he's fully black, and look, he's hiding in the shadows!" You answer gleefully.

"I like it, doll. Shadow Barnes" Bucky responds, his metal hand presses gently to your lower back as he leans forward to press a short kiss to you temple.

After waiting for a little longer, Shadow finally came out of his cat carrier, very cautiously. By this point you had slid onto the floor, crossing your legs and leaning against Bucky's legs.

"Hi sweet baby" You whispered holding your hand out. Shadow looked around the room, taking in his new surroundings and then he looked at you, he looked up at you with his wide little eyes and took a step closer to you.

Once he was close enough you reached one finger out and stroked his little furry nose, he flinched back slightly, but then came back for more. And within minutes Shadow was lying on his back showing his belly to you whilst you stroked him.

"Oh Bucks, I love him, look at him!" You say quietly, tears building in your eyes.

"I know baby, I'm looking" Bucky responds fondly.

"I love him, oh, I love you. Look at us, a family of three now!" You giggled softly as you booped Shadow's little nose.

"Yeah, we are, doll. And I love you too" Bucky says with a little chuckle.

And that's how you spend your evening, sat on the floor with a little kitten whilst Bucky watched fondly at the new addition to your little family.

Author's Note: So I wrote this cause I was feeling a little meh, writer's block, all that fun. Fun fact, I have a cat called Shadow, and this is also how he got his name.

(I do not consent my works to be posted anywhere else, by anyone other than myself.)

#fluff #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #one shot #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes au #marvel fluff #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel fic

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nadinefromwhere · 2 days ago

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Self aware (rafayel x reader) part 2

word count: 1.1k

HI GUYS IM BACKKK I JUST WANNA SAY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! PLUS CALEB GIRLIES HOW WE FEELING RN plus enjoy this fic!!! next one will be a xav oneshot~ BUT ITS FLUFFY I PROMISE

Warnings: none

FANFIC UPDATES!!!! ao3 wattpad

Everytime he sees you, the only thing he just wanted was to hug you and never let you go. Sadly, It couldn’t happen since you were both separated by a screen. Yes, a screen.

Today was just any other day for you, Log in the game, do dailies and weeklies and maybe even farm a bit. But now it seems really weird ... .For some reason. Well not the game but its Rafayel.

Usually he’d just say something or probably be reading or sleeping but it's weird… maybe you're just hallucinating? After all, you haven't been sleeping well the past few days since you’ve been working on an art project that's due soon….

“So this is due next week, the other later, and the other….” You count how much was due, maybe around 5 - 10 projects? You slowly start regretting for procrastinating, using that time to farm in the game for rafayel’s latest banner, into the canvas. Make it even worse there was a quad banner after and you only having 300 gems was the worst…..

“I'm sorry raf but i might have to skip this incoming banner” you say sighing in defeat, turning off the game in your phone to start finishing another art project…..

Meanwhile

Rafayel pouts as he sees you close the game, The only thing he wanted in the world right now was to just hug you, not the game you but the real life you. He did notice how stressed you were nowadays, especially the fact that your schedule was packed. Sure he did see the amount of effort you did when farming and also he did find it a coincidence that you went to art school.

He waited…..and waited…..and waited….

Seriously, are you just going to be gone for the next 800 years? (even though it's only been 2 hours but still)

He kept spamming you with messages on the phone, which was very usual of him to do. While you on the other hand was focused on finishing as many projects as possible.

“If only i was there with you….i could’ve helped you out but no, i'm stuck in a screen” he says pouting

A few hours later…

“Well I'm finally done with half of it so maybe i’ll just…. Sleep it off first….” You say as you started to fall asleep while listening to one of Rafayels 4* memories..

It was so comfy, like really comfy. You know the feeling when somebody’s beside you and then it’s a rainy morning? Wait. wait this is wrong.

You live alone,

You don't even remember letting anyone sleep beside you yesterday,

NOW WHAT WAS THIS!?!?!?!

You open your eyes in panic just to see him. No other than Rafayel, the very same man that you wished to see in reality ever since you started playing love and deep space.

“Morning cutie” he says, and immediately you smack rafayel immediately, throwing him off guard.

“Hey why smack me when you could give me a kiss :(“ Rafayel says pouting confusedly on why you would do that to him first thing in the morning. Don't you miss me?? He wonders

“You're real?” you say as you kept touching everywhere, the face, nose, hair everywhere./

“Yes I am real, didn't you sleep well yesterday?” rafayel asks, even though he knew that you probably spent studying until 3 in the morning.

“Uhm of course i did-” you say before rafayel cuts you off

“Liar i know you slept at 3 am so thats means you don't sleep well 😠” rafayel says as he looks at you as if you committed a crime or something.

“Wait how do you know-” you ask confused on how the hell did a fictional character that you loved knows you slept very late in the morning

“Because you left me all alone in the cafe to study silly girl, that's why i know” he says winking at you

“But- BUT-”

“No buts, the only thing i want to do today is just spend time with you” rafayel says as he picks you up bridal style……

The entirety of the day was spent in laughter and enjoyment, visiting the aquarium, painting with rafayel, having dinner with him and the last thing on the bucket list for today is watching the sunset at the beach.

“You know everytime i see the sunset, the first thing that reminds me is you,” Rafayel says, as he interlocked his hands with yours.

Looking into his purple - magenta eyes before you could even say another word, suddenly you felt like you were falling into the abyss, as if you have gotten knocked out or something….

“WHAT THE-” you open your eyes just to see yourself back in your good old bedroom, same home, same lifestyle.

“So it was just all a dream?” you wonder, as you stand up from bed.

As you sigh and get yourself ready for uni, you find yourself lost in the moments where rafayel was doing everything with you…it felt so real you swear that it all happened….

Sometime later you find yourself in the middle of a lecture until you receive a message from an unknown number….

Messages

Unknown number: hey cutie when’s class going to finish?

You're scared. No creeped out to be exact. Who is this? How did he/she find your number? How did the person in question find out you're in class right now? Your breathing becomes heavy as you debate whether to reply or not. At this point the class wasn't the topic anymore. It was about who that was and how creepy they are.

You: who are you? If i may ask

Unknown number: it's me cutie, the name's rafayel. Did you forget about me?

You: yeah no way you're actually him creep. Hell no way i'm believing that easily

You close your phone as you block the number, hoping that everything won't escalate later on…..

Rafayel on the other hand, was to say driving to the art school where you study. Having a bouquet of flowers at hand as he was almost near….

“Yeah yeah whatever besides I already blocked the creep so there's nothing going to happen next right?” you say chatting with one of your friends as you walk outside the school.

Suddenly a sports car pulls up at the entrance, before you could react to anything you see a young man in his mid - twenties purple hair and purple - magenta eyes get out of the car with a bouquet at hand as he immediately spots you.

“Hey there cutie, how's life in art school?” rafayel asks, smiling as he gives you the flowers he bought earlier

You missed him. Missed his touch, his whiny voice everytime when he loses the claw machine, and how you and he would tease each other at times.

“Rafayel you jerk” you said as you immediately hugged him, not caring about anyone right now except for him.

“I finally found you, cutie. Don't leave me again” He says hugging you back, he finally found you. Maybe waiting for 800 years really was worth it.

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polkasharks · 2 days ago

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ITS FINALLY FINISHED GODDDDDD !!!!!!!FINALLY TOOK THE TIME TO DRAW OUT MY BLUE TEAM FACECANONS ALL AT ONCE….. all in one sitting !! ^_^ 7 hours of work help me help me. Red team (including Doc ofc) + Carolina will come at some point…. I’ll prob make another separate sheet for the freelancers and another for the Chorus cast !! ANYWAY See below for some notes/explanations and shtuff :3

Alpha and Epsilon— No huge differences, I gave Epsilon curlier hair and facial hair closer to the Director’s because Alpha’s body is intended to be Private Jimmy which I have a whole different ramble prepared for that but I will spare everyone. Just wanted to set them apart in hair texture mostly ! Also Alpha looks significantly more repressed to me and that’s deliberate. Virgin Alpha vs Chad Epsilon. Anyways moving on

Tucker— OKAYYY OKAY my work for him here is my favorite :3 I’m biased incredibly but. Cough. Anyways. I like glasses Tucker I’m shameless about it. Honestly my three designs for him are all just amalgamations of my favorite things I see in fanon… also I did NOT forget to add his lenses in his second design that was deliberate because I think it’d be cool if all the alien biz fixed his eyes and he just popped the lenses out because he wasn’t ready to let go of them yet. 110% not projecting trust (lie) Also for the Chorus trilogy I did wanna make a point of him looking a lot more tired and fed up with shit becsuse!!! Damn !!! He is !!!! But yeah everythingb else is pretty standard in fanon … metrosexual good looks 😝!!!!

Caboose— Weirdly enough I had the most trouble w/ Caboose ? I wanted him to initially (as in during bgc) look pretty simple and standard and over time kinda grow into himself more I suppose …. I have yet to fully work on my red team hcs but its funny because my Donut and my Caboose share that in common big time. Chorus trilogy mini ponytail was a necessity I forever fuck with mullet Caboose honestly I just didn’t feel like expressing thag properly.

Washington— Wash … my everything….. wow…. He is not a white guy to me shrugs. During PFL I imagine he was never caught lacking roots wise His shit was prob so fucking fried 😭😭PUT THE BLEACH DOWN!!!!!!! Recovery One and allllll the Meta bullshite and stuffs obviously he stops giving a fuck about his appearance in general and keeps up just enough with cutting his hair for it to be convenient. Redemption Wash is pretty self explanatory he’s graying he’s tired he’s the happiest and the most miserable he’s ever been all at the same time he’s trying his best and its ok Also his scar is fading it’s not as noticeable as I wanted it to be but I didn’t feel like adjusting.

Kai— I literally just had fun with her😭😭 I was so close to abandoning this by the time I started working on her I just needed to have fun. I think she’d appreciate that sentiment . Decided to go with long hair AND short hair bc I love Kai both ways and didn’t wanna just pick one also I just think it’s silly that instead of growing it Out from a regulation cut she chops it all off lol.

Tex— gggguhhh Texas save meeee Texassss….. wanted her to look like Allison of course just sharper and rougher around the edges. I didn’t feel like including a second vers at this point when I could just share my vision here but I like the thought of her second incarnation coming back with black hair instead

Side note because my style doesn’t rlly allow for it LOL.. I could’ve made it work just didn’t feel like it— I imagine Alpha is also set aside from Epsilon in that his eyes are brown; not the Director’s green. Tex as well lacks Allison’s blue eyes and instead has completely black !

Also you may notice some overlap in coloring ignore thaaaatttt thanks 😇💜

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idkhonestlyy404 · 2 days ago

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SAMS/EAPS/LAES Music taste headcannons

☀️🌑🌎 in no particular order☀️🌑🌎

hyper specific because with head cannons its go big or GO HOME! (if you see me namedrop a song/musician its a recommendation/hj)

Sun- pop songs n' jazz, primarily romance, plays them in the daycare with a small bluetooth speaker and on request lets kids suggest songs to play to. (its not a loud speaker, if the kids don't like it they can just step ten feet away and its basically static)

does listen to some spicy songs but has multiple safe guards that a playlist with them in it never gets played in the daycare. (one time Moon was told to play some taylor swift or something and it started blasting Unholy)

memorizes every single song he listens to. listens to 20 songs on repeat every single day and never gets bored of them.

has dozens of playlists, 4 songs in each one. (except for the one for the daycare with like at least 40) and that playlist is constantly being reworked because it's not organized enough

specific bands he listens to; um.. like top ten spotify list idk I don't listen to pop music much, only time I do is when my dad forces the radio in the car instead of me choosing me silly music

Moon- Indie rock and glam rock are his top hits but he likes other rock genres, blasts the volume real high (plays it in his head) to the point if your like a regular human walking past him you can make out the lyrics just with a tad bit of distortion

literally cannot work without music

because of how loud he blasts it he cannot focus on work.

low hanging fruit but he listens to Seb Lowe n' mother mother

has one playlist (the 'liked' songs playlist) has over 500 songs, 34 hours, and can switch on a dime from the above category to a Latin chant that sounds vaguely Shakespearian / Christian

Earth-k-pop/pop girly, listens to sillyies music at home n trying to sleep but cannot at the daycare because she wants to make sure she can hear when children need her and since a lot of her songs are energetic she feels it will distract her.

has a lot of favorite musicians, cannot pick one, either listens to every single song in every one of their albums (regardless if they like all the songs or if its a minority/ one album they like, they are loyal!) or listens to one song and loves the vibe but PHYSICALLY CANNOT listen to another.

another low hanging fruit but she listens to barbie movie OSTs

prefers to listen to music with a headset (the pastel ones with cat ears) instead of playing it in her head because it makes the music feel like its around her than inside playing in her mind

Lunar-k pop, literally the same thing as earth since the only / first time he encountered a music genre he liked (HATED the loud headbang of Moon's songs) was when he was at Earths house.

maybe did use to like Moons music but listening to it when trying to sleep gave him the most eldritch nightmares known to man

listens to music to sleep, that's the only time he listens to songs..

during nap time in the daycare he dozes off with the children, he has to physically restrain himself from playing black pink while the other children are sleeping. (insert the making deal with rez thumbnail but Rez is his Spotify app)

started listening to other types of songs since the playlists earth has have started getting old after a few months, discovered he likes indie folk and certain country songs.

has a song literally named GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE (by the narcissist cookbook) that he, again, only listens to when starting to sleep despite probably needing that as his alarm clock's tone.

Eclipse- anything with a sick beat + a mind melting meaning, like Saint Bernard by Lincoln, I Am an Island by Phemiec, Cannibal by Neathen Apollo. ect. listens to songs to decompress and simmer in thoughts.

only listens to sad/angry songs

not because those are the emotion he dwells on the most, he just likes the vibe that sad/suffering songs tend to have.

..yah its also that.

Solar- k-pop girl band girly, Chappell roan, bit of folk and synth pop?, Eclipse didn't design his new body with the function to do things inside the head, he uses his phone to listen to music.

listens to music when working, lowered however so he can focus.

the music doesn't make a difference, he tunes it out after the first five minutes. he probably listens to music to make sure his phone didn't fall out his pocket/ has enough battery incase of emergency situations where he needs to be called

for the first week alive again he had to use wired ear buds because the wireless ones were being shipped, he HATED them because when he crouched to reach something or got forbit do some precise mechanics below eye level it would get in the way.

Jack-we already have a canonical answer to that >o w >o but uh, probably some intense dream pop, neo-psychedelia, and indie pop.

Solar was the one to set up jacks Spotify (he is just using Solar's) just so jack wouldn't listen to anything too explicit.

Solar put the daycare theme on there as a joke because he knows Jack gets frustrated listening to that dundundundun over and OVER in the daycare, somehow fixed the music burnout problem?? jack started voluntarily listening to that daycare theme playlist every single day

the daycare playlist has one song and that is the daycare theme on repeat for 3 hours.

Ruin- I know the low hanging fruit is Hamilton but I have some real suggestions, hyper pop, country and folk pop, and yeah, basically anything from 1990's/classical/theatrical

has a theater kid playlist that goes from Regina George to Tom lehrer so quick and he giggles when it goes from LET THE WORLD BURN to hehe I'm so happy Ima end ww3 : DDD hehe mom look at me! dropping! a! bomb! on! the! capital! of! Britain!

in the same playlist he has Will Wood and Tom Cardy

every week he has a new favorite song (he cycles through them too fast) this week it was Unsweetened lemonade by Amelie Farren, last week it was Rum Sum Sum no I will not elaborate.

when making playlists he just adds a bunch of recommended songs and then listen to them later, when making a 1920's playlist he heard 'you are my sunshine' and started tearing up because he immediately imagined it being about him and his Monty.. 'don't take my sunshine away from me' ..yeah.

has the most absurd playlist names but at the same time those are the best themed ones, they are available to the public. he knows their vibes are impeccable, he wishes there to be a treasure hunt for his great taste in music

Dazzle- likes piano music, though doesn't like listening to music in general since she'd prefer watching a video with music or just a video in general. visuals are importent.

EAPS Sun- Hyper pop (Ruin recommended it to him), that is all he listens to.

doesn't understand volume modulators and blasts it LOUD. like, not intentionally, it doesn't sound too loud to him but it's like the entire daycare can hear him blasting I <3 Harajuku by Alice Longyu Gao , Fraxiom

also does not play it in his mind, he thinks he is, hes just using his speakers.

Moon has physically begged Eclipse to silence the speakers and automatically make his spotify play in his head because of the amount of times Sun would just blast some foul things not understanding the meaning infront of children (webcore! by kwite as an example)

EAPS Moon- exact opposite of Sun, took the opposite side of Ruins taste profile, the classical stuff, though you cannot bring him to enjoy anything musical related. think, Bernadette by Elle Cordova, I'm always chasing rainbows by Judy garland.

very chill songs, Ruin tried to ease him in with one of Tom lehrers calmer songs (be prepared) but he didn't like the vibe.

he'd probably be down to try other genres, especially rock. that one seems cool to him, the teens like it. he just assumes anything negative would activate his KC even though he knows thats not how that works.

Puppet- mixed bag, either country romance/breakup songs or anime OST's (I know thats low hanging fruit I literally got no read on Puppet on that front of things.)

would like the Orion experience, though when one of the orion songs come on they (she? plz correct me but I am not sure on Puppets pronouns, isn't Puppet trans?) get whiplash because Orions voice is similar to theirs

#sams #eaps #laes #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #eaps eclipse #tsams sun #sams solar #sams headcanons #headcanon #lunar and earth show #eclipse and puppet show #tsams eclipse #if someone isn't there I either think #they are not important enough #or i forgor about them #or I do not know the character well enough #ahem - monty.

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