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cashmoneyyysstuff · 11 months ago

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♡ chronicle #1 : routine ♡

wc : 2544

somehow, you’ve gotten used to living with the dragon man.

the man, you later found out his name is bakugou (after some prying, the guy’s annoyingly stubborn) had been living with you for about three weeks now and has seemingly started warming up to you, you say seemingly because you’re still not so sure.

he adapts to the human lifestyle quite quickly. he ditched his tattered old clothes and you've offered him your biggest set of clothes for the time being until you’d go out shopping some other day.

you have to admit it’s entertaining to watch him interact with your household items, like your utensils, glasses, books and plants, even if they are fake.

he likes watching tv but acts like he doesn’t, claiming that human entertainment was beneath him. but you catch how he always seems to be laser focused on the tv whenever you have some kind of drama tv show on, despite him saying he’s only watching ‘to kill time.’ he’s gotten used to technology rather quickly though. he likes listening to music and choosing songs when you connect your phone to your little bluetooth speaker.

you also note he likes cooking, or he likes watching you cook. you wouldn’t have guessed by the way he pointedly glares at you but you notice he’s less focused on you than he is on the food your making. you’ve let him try using the knife more lately when you were sure he wouldn’t use it to kill you in your sleep. he’s good at cutting stuff up, (maybe from experience?) and you were pleasantly surprised to see he was actually a really good cook. pleasantly surprised, definitely not a little jealous of his ability to watch one cooking show and replicate the dish perfectly. not at all.

in a way, it’s like having a roommate..that just so happens to be a dragon.

except it’s not because he acts more like a big cat rather than a roommate or a fearsome dragon.

for some reason he’s decided to make his stay- until-he’s-fully-healed-deal insufferable for you.

he nabs your food from your plate whenever you order takeout, despite you letting him pick out what he wants from the menu every time. he growls and nips at your fingers whenever you try and reach back for your food and he snarls at you whenever you try to take your food away from his grubby grasp.

he still sticks to calling you human despite you having told him your name multiple times, all he does is stick his nose up and scoff at you. he’s also, despite his rather large presence and size, really good at sneaking around. meaning he sneaks up on you regularly and scares you shitless. he likes to pretend you’re overdramatic too, calling you a scaredy-cat for getting startled so easily though he makes no effort to hide that shit eating grin on his face whenever he’s spooked you.

he doesn’t seem to understand the concept of having job, making fun if you for 'submitting to another puny human'. you’ve tried to explain how the puny human in question is the reason you get payed and the reason he gets to eat that yakiniku he seems to love. he merely scoffs and claims he would’ve just beat the shit outta your boss. "have him know his place."

you find out through light coaxing that bakugou is a dragon shifter, they posses human forms but have the blood of great, ancient dragons coursing through their veins, is what he says. they seem quite incredible from what he’s told you and he himself seems pretty damn proud of his heritage. they age the same way humans do but their strength, stamina and quite literally everything else surpasses them greatly.

you were curious, how could you not be when a dragon man was in your house with answers to all of the fantasy questions you’d accepted would never be answered forever ago?! you ask and ask and bakugou answers, some of your questions have him scoffing offendedly ( like you asking if he uses his fire breathing as a barbecue tool, the answer is unfortunately no) some questions have him snorting and smirking to himself and some questions take a little while of thinking before he provides an answer. you notice his long, scaly red tail raises upwards the slightest little bit when you hum excitedly whenever he answers your questions, as much as he huffs about them. you decide not to comment on it.

“ what about your parents ? are they dragon shifters too ?" he stiffens at your question and you feel the vibe has changed from the one before, you don’t like it.

he lowers his head and his eyebrows furrow a little harder, you’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to divulge private information about himself but then he speaks up and claims it’s none of your business.

he’s right, it really isn’t, but you foolishly believed you’d get to know each other a bit better. you know you don’t technically need to, but you thought— you don’t really know what you thought. all you can say is that as annoying as he is, you can’t deny your intrigue of this man.

you decide to blame it on the fact that he’s a dragon for now and leave it at that.

you have more you want to ask him, but he doesn’t seem to want to talk about this subject anymore. you don’t want the conversation to end yet.

and then you remember.

“hey !” you suddenly start, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you “ how exactly did you end up blasting through my wall ? you were injured too, i never asked you about it, must’ve slipped my mind.” when he registers your question, it has him tightening his jaw in anger. fists clenched and veins popping “that fuckin’ bastard..” he growls.

“who ?”

he regains as much of his composure as he can but he still looks very pissed off.

“nothin’. it doesn’t matter.” he shrugs, looking away from you before deciding to step off your kitchen chair to flop onto the couch unceremoniously.

“wha- the reason you blasted through my wall doesn’t matter?!” you splutter, staring at him dumbfounded but he either doesn’t see you or doesn’t pay you any mind. he’s already scrolling through channels on your tv and replies with a simple “nope”.

and just like that, the conversation ends.

lately though, you’ve established somewhat of a routine with the dragon man.

he seems to enjoy binge watching tv shows rather than watching movies, you realized he was hooked on your favorite show when he growled and threatened you when you turned it off to head to bed. you didn’t mind watching your favorite show for the 50000th time and it’s always nice to see other people’s —dragons, in this case—reactions to your favorite moments.

despite his bravado, he’s ridiculously expressive. he glares and growls and groans whenever characters do something he deems stupid. he doesn’t say much when romantic moments happen, but he huffs proudly, almost like everything went according to his plan. frankly, you found it quite cute.

every time you come back from work, you chow down on some take out and watch your favorite show toghether, mixed with bakugou occasionally commenting every once in a while.

today though, you're back late.

today had been more grueling than usually, work seemed to drag on longer and it seemed that the clock in your office was frozen or broken. that, or you were stuck in some type of time vortex.

it's about 10pm when you step foot into your apartment. you instantly feel more at ease, it's warm and you smell the donburi leftovers that were confined to the fridge yesterday. you blink, then look up at your dragon roommate.

his head is perked up, the tip of his tail standing at attention, his eyes narrow into slits when he sees it's you and his shoulders sag. he huffs and a barely there pout forms on his lips.

"you're late." he grumbles. he takes another fierce bite of his donburi and shoves it in his mouth, as if to simulate biting you for the irreperable act you've commited. you hold back a snort at how ridiculous he looks trying to be intimidating with his cheeks all puffed out.

"yeah, sorry" you sigh "work ran till late" you kick off your shoes and you hear him scoffs, muttering something along the lines of why you don't just have your boss burnt to a crisp. "don't talk with your mouth full" you joke. you scold him like he's a child and he responds like one when he simply growls at you.

you're opening the frigde to grab your portion when he beats you to it " 'ts in the microwave ! " he calls loud enough for you to hear. and sure enough, you find you're bowl in the microwave waiting for you, you'd have to heat it up a bit, but not as long. you smile to yourself and turn to him, he glances at you then pointedly looks away, scoffing to himself. you're too far away to see how his ears prickle and burn as they turn a light shade of pink.

you plop yourself down next to him on the couch, food in hand,and start eating. bakugou jumps into motion. he snatches the remote without even giving you a chance to glance at it and switches to netflix like he's been living here forever. you find you don't really mind that, for some reason.

he mutters a "fuckin' finally" when he hears the iconic 'du-duummm" and the show starts where you left off yesterday. this is the episode you left off on yesterday. then it clicks.

you blink at him " you haven't watched episode 15 yet ?" you questioned. he rolls his eyes like you had asked him a stupid question "course not..." he sniffs. he wants to cut himself off but decides against it "you weren't back yet." his eyes are fixed to the tv.

you feel yourself flush involuntarily, it's such a miniscule, frankly stupid thing to be embarrassed about but you've learned to not take the dragon man's kindness (if you can call it that most of the time) for granted.

"oh" you gasp, he refuses to look at you. your eyes dart from him to the tv then back to him, and back to the tv to hide your embarrassement.

"you could've started without me, i wouldn't have minded." you whisper bashfully, you're quiet over the sound of the tv, but you know he hears you cus he scoffs at you.

"shut up." he grunts, his arm flexes where he has it draped on the back of your couch as he shuffles to sit more comfortably. " i can't do that." then, as if trying to save face, he splutters "you'd get all pissy about it..it's annoyin'".

"i wouldn't have gotten 'pissy' " you mocked hotly.

"ya did when i blasted your wall."

"that's because you blasted my wall ! "

"tch."

your banter ends there as you both quietly watch the show, you let out a few yawns and rub at your eyes, trying your hardest to fight off sleep but you feel like your losing. until bakugou speaks up again.

"you..." he starts. you lazily roll your head back from where it's propped up on the couch to blink at him sleepily, he meets your eye for a moment, only for a moment, then looks out towars your balcony window. you hum to try and coax him to continue speaking.

"you..wanted to know about my folks, right ?" he asks gruffly.

you're using the last of the strenght your sleep-riddled body has to sit up a little straighter and nod quickly, eyes slightly wider. he looks at you for a moment longer than before. a beat passes and neither of you say anything, finally he sighs for the umpteenth time today and speaks up.

“my ma’s a shifter, my old man’s a human." he confesses. you’re eyes widen, you sit up straighter “woah really ?!" you bleated. he grunts in response.

" wow, so you’re half human..?"

“all of us are, shitty human.”

" cut that out, i’ve told you my name a thousand times !"

he simply rolls his eyes at you.

"you're a human, a shitty one at that, that's all i need to know about you." he smirks when you lay down onto the couch just to kick him in the shoulder. he smiles wickedly and grabs your leg, shoving it back towards your torso. you yelp, kicking your other leg up but he's faster. he's got you in his grasp, like a hunter catching its prey. his sharp teeth on display with that nasty little grin he has on his stupidly handsome face, a mischievious glint shines in his eyes and it has your stomach tying itself into knots.

"c-cut it !" you whinge. he smiles wider at your complaints, leaning over you a little bit more until your socked feet are pressed to his chest, you try to push at him, but you stop when you feel like you'll damn near break your legs trying to cause any damage to that huge chiseled chest of his, your head spins. you resort to trying to push at him with your hands, but it feels like you're trying to push a fucking wall at this rate.

"you started it, shitty human" he cackles, pressing against you harder "gotta pay for it, now."

"y-you'll crush me, you b-big lizard !" you wheeze.

"big lizard, huh?" he guffaws, smirking down at you "got some guts talkin to me like that, human."

despite rapidly losing your breath, you find the strenght to glare up at him, puffing out your cheeks. he snickers and finally relents, pushing himself away so you can finally breathe "fine, fine" he concedes "you prey animals are all so weak, barely touched you and you almost died"

"you-!" you sit up quickly, sputtering as you catch your breath "you just tried to kill me ! how's that barely touching me?!" you shot. he simply rolls his eyes at you and you think this is the longest you've seen him with a smile on his face, albeit at the expense of your poor lungs.

" relax." he answers easily, you feel like strangling him "wasn't trying to kill ya," a dangerously mischievious glint glows in his deep carmine eyes again when he looks at you " if i was, you'd know." you can't help the chill running down your spine, you mask it with a cough and turn away from him to continue watching your neglected show, turning your nose up at him. you hear his deep chuckle in response, you want to punch him.

but there's a part of you that can't help but feel a little giddy, you've learned a little more about your dragon...co-habitant. even if it's just a little bit, you feel like he's opening up to you more, very, very slowly but surely. you smile softly to yourself.

somehow, you've gotten used to living with bakugou.

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 10 months ago

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pt VI good omens s1e2, a totally all-inclusive summary i remember everything

i don't, that's a lie. i lie like aziraphale, rarely and badly but with great gaslight energy.

alright well let's not dawdle for 6000 years, i'll forget what i DO remember.

An angel named Gabriel who is not Jimbriel yet, so a foetus Jimbriel, gets into Aziraphale's bookstore and yells about pornography to keep humans from following him into Aziraphale's secret back chamber.

What they do there, I do not know. It is up to speculation. They talk and Aziraphale is flustered about Crowley, I think, but that's the whole show so far.

The intro sequence remains strange. Cartoon Aziraphale is an impregnated chicken, cartoon Crowley is the baby daddy.

There are witch hunters and they want to burn Agnes Nutter alive. I don't know who Anges Nutter is yet.

We cut to Agnes Nutter and I know I will never forget her. She is beautiful and a BAMF. A MILF. An absolute bombshell.

The bombshell part is literal. They set her on fire and she explodes, killing all those in a 100 metre radius. I want to be her.

I assume it is a witch thing, but then find out she put bombs under her skirts. I want to be her, but more ardently.

There is a book. She writes prophecies in it.

There are horsemen of the apocalypse, which I forgot was still happening. We are in present day.

War kills everyone. She is pretty. She is not Warlock, the kid whom Aziraphale and Crowley raised.

Famine is a sexy beast, and runs Michelin star restaurants. He likes tiny food. He is developing foodless food.

If there are others, I do not notice. There could be. There really could be. There probably are.

There is a girl who scribbles on the book from earlier. She grows up. I think she is War. I am wrong. This is probably a good time to mention to Tumblr that I have mild issues with facial recognition, which is totally not going to affect my understanding of what is happening at all.

She is named Anathema. That could be someone else. What is real? Not Neil Gaiman.

She finds the Antichrist and the Them, and they are all playing at a witch hunt. The Antichrist does not have an aura. Yellow is fear. Yellow is joy. I lose track of what is happening for several scenes.

Newt is works in an office. There is a power cut. Newt no longer works at an office.

Newt joins a witch hunt.

There is a delivery man. I think he is Newt. I am wrong. His name is something resembling Judy. It is an easy mistake, everyone's reaction to not-Newt-maybe-Judy is the same as that to Newt, deep protective love.

Crowley and Aziraphale steal a Bentley. Find a Bentley? I am unsure. I am too busy looking at Crowley.

Crowley speeds. Crowley likes speeding. They hit a motorbike that has maybe-Anathema. They pick her up and take her to a house somewhere. The Bentley plays Queen music. Everyone is very excited about this. Beepop.

Maybe-Anathema enters the house. This could have been before she finds the Antichrist. But if the show isn't linear I don't have to be either, I decide.

Crowley and Aziraphale panic a lot, but find time to eye each other hungrily and lovingly. They have priorities, and I respect that.

Crowley yells at his plants to grow better. He pretends to kill one of them. I cannot believe I was entirely right about my interpretation of that GIF. I am filled with confused anger. Later I find out that he is projecting how heaven told him he was a disappointment and threw him out. I am no longer angry. I am sad. This is an ongoing thing when it comes to Crowley.

A major plot point is Dog, the best friend of the Antichrist, having a face off with a fat tabby cat. Dog loses. It was doomed from the start.

Aziraphale gaslights gatekeeps and girlbosses. He assures heaven that everything is under control. It is not. That is okay. I think.

Heaven asks about Crowley. Aziraphale gets flustered. This is as per usual and he assures them that he is battling Crowley, who keeps him on his toes. I not-so-privately think that Crowley keeps him on his knees, really.

Things happen. I'm too busy thinking about Aziraphale's puppy eyes. He is a bitchy sweetheart. I love him.

More things happen. I'm too busy thinking about Crowley's sexy hips and shoulders and, well, everything.

The episode ends. I am still thinking about Crowley. I am always thinking about Crowley. Everyone is always thinking about Crowley.

This... this is all I remember. Have it, Tumblr.

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milkgemini · 1 year ago

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Adultery

Pairing: Jake Kiszka X f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: CHEATING (if you don’t like it, don’t read 😛), smut, minors DNI, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, language

It’s wrong.

Those thoughts you’ve been thinking? The made up scenarios you’ve formed in your head? It’s not right.

There are many layers as to why this case is out of reach. Unfathomable.

For one, it would be in your best interest to not get fired here. You work for this man. Sleeping with the one you answer to, the person who has the power to terminate you with the snap of his fingers, wouldn’t look good to your boss, huh?

But let’s cut the shit, and get to the real problem at hand.

Jake Kiszka is not a single man.

He has a partner. She is a lovely woman. Whom he’s been involved with for several years. You knew this from the way he spoke of her. Many times you’ve been witness to the rushed FaceTime calls he’s shared with her before stage.

Oh, and there was that one time you caught yourself with your ear pressed to his dressing room door, listening to the way he spoke to her on the phone. His voice soft and sultry.

“I miss you” her voice echoed from the other side of the phone.

“Can you do something for me tonight, babe?” He asked.

“Anything.” Her voice was desperate. You could hear the way she yearned for him through the phone.

“Think of me tonight when you slip your fingers below that lace and pleasure yourself. Think of me the entire time. Say my name when you cum.”

He was taken. Unavailable. Off the market.

But you didn’t even feel bad. That was the worst part.

You especially didn’t feel bad that night after eavesdropping on their phone call. You did exactly what he asked of her and thought of him the entire time. Just like most nights.

But you weren’t crazy.

There was a reason behind the pining for Jake. Every other time, the subtle flirtatious manner was reciprocated.

You remember the times where his touch lingered longer than it should have against your skin.

The times he brought you things like water or a snack, when that was quite literally your job for him.

And what about that time he specifically instructed you to “remain side stage for the entire show”?

You weren’t crazy.

Right?

“30 minutes ‘til stage people. Let’s get a move on.” An annoying voice rang through your radio.

Do they really have to update us every 10 minutes?

You added some pep to your step, despite the agitation of the constant reminder.

These places all looked the same behind the scenes. Long boring hallways with a bunch of doors to random places lining the walls.

The echo of your footsteps reverberated from the concrete floors to the cinder block walls.

“What’s the rush?”

Fuck.

The door to his dressing room was cracked. He sat lazily against the couch. His left arm draped over the top of the cushion, his legs crossed.

That curled smile. Jake had this signature smirk. It was like the Cheshire Cat. Like he knew he would forever get away with the shit he pulled.

“It- its 25 minutes to show. Shouldn’t you be…” You’ve lost your train of thought at the sight of him rising from the couch, dusting off the imaginary lint from the thigh of his pants.

“I’m always ready for whatever the night has in store.” He answers your unfinished question, the shit eating grin still plastered across his face. He punctuates his sentence with a pucker of his lips.

Before you even have time to process, the bathroom door inside the room swings open.

“Hey babe, what do you think about this dress? Too much?”

Layla.

Jake’s long term girlfriend was at the show tonight. Sitting with him in his dressing room before he headed to the stage. Dressing up for him. Doing everything you wished for.

You stood awkwardly as you watched Jake pull her body into his by the grip of his fingertips on her hips.

“You look positively radiant tonight.” He reassured her.

He planted the softest kiss imaginable to her lips - almost as if he intended not to let them meet.

His eyes quickly shifted to your presence before fixing back on her’s.

“Will you…. See if you can find Sam for me, love? Got something I want to do before the show.” He tucks her hair behind her ear as if to convince her of the task.

She nods back at him with those annoying doe eyes. You wonder if she truly is as dull as you assumed.

“Quickly.” He smacks her ass as she walks away from him.

You can’t help but roll your eyes as you begin to walk off.

“Oh do that again for me will you?” Jake calls from the dressing room.

You peek your head in once more.

“Excuse me?” Fake annoyance lacing the tone of your voice.

“What would Layla think if she heard that?” You bring yourself further into the room.

“And by the way, thats fucked up sending her on a wild goose chase looking for Sam. He’s never in the same spot for more than-“

He cuts you off by slamming the door shut, reaching his arm dangerously close next to your head.

The lock switches beside you.

“You’re catching on.”

That fucking smirk. You can hear it when he talks, even if he’s turned his back to you.

You study the waves of his hair that fall against the back of his suit.

“You don’t want me like that.” His back remains to you as he fixes two drinks.

“What?” You’re nervous. Your voice a high pitched whisper.

“I see the way you glare at her. You’re jealous. But you don’t want me like that.” He turns back to you offering a glass of amber liquid. Your stomach turns, never being much of a drinker.

Trying your best not to make a face, you sip at the drink.

“And how do you know what I want?” A flirtatious edge to your tone.

He takes a step too close to you. Angling his neck down to meet your face.

“I know what you want, because you’re just like her. A good girl that wants a good man to treat her right. Shower her with love and reassurance.”

He brushes the hair behind your ear, just as he did to Layla earlier.

“But I think there’s something different with you.” He toys with the end of your hair, wrapping it around his pointer finger.

You don’t even need to ask, he can read the question mark on your face.

He huffs a laugh to himself with a tight lipped grin.

Jake trails his fingertips, snaking them through to the hair at the nape of your neck.

“I think you’re a slut.” He tugs your hair with force, causing you to expose your throat.

He brings his mouth closer to the sensitive skin there, not letting his lips meet.

“See, my Layla, she doesn’t have that darkness behind her eyes that I see with you sometimes.”

The heat of his breath against you raises goosebumps to your skin.

“She’s sheltered and shy.” He flattens his tongue before dragging it up your neck, stopping just below your earlobe.

“But with you…” his voice is at a whisper now.

“With you, I think I could tell you ‘Open up’ and you’d spread so well for me.”

He kicks your feet apart, opening the space between your legs.

With his pointer and middle finger, he rubs the inseam of your leggings that follows your slit.

He watches your face as he starts at the front towards your clit, following the line back towards your entrance. When he reaches, he adds pressure to the circles he creates, pushing into you against the fabric.

You try your hardest to seem unphased by his lustful actions.

This isn’t right. Layla will be back any minute now. You think to yourself.

As if to read your mind he answers, “Better be quick then.”

Before you can process a response, his mouth meets yours with force.

His kiss is a parallel opposite of what you witnessed with Layla earlier.

His kiss with you is intense. Sloppy. Desperate with need.

Jake licks into your mouth, his tongue sliding over yours. He’s winning the battle of dominance, and you’re surrendering with ease.

He walks you backwards until he has you pressed against the closest wall.

In between gasps of air, he groans softly into your mouth.

You feel the calloused pads of his fingertips against the soft skin below your bellybutton as he tries to slip his hand beneath your leggings.

Just as fast as he snaked them in, he pulls his hand away.

You whimper from the loss of contact.

He breaks the heated kiss from you, panting to catch his breath.

“Take them off, now” he orders you.

Immediately you bend at the waist, taking one leg out at a time.

He studies the bare half of your body before gripping your face by your cheeks.

With his free hand he holds your neck to angle you just the way he wants you.

With clenched teeth he growls to you, “Do you always walk around your job with no underwear on like a fucking whore?”

His words alone cause you to rub your thighs together, craving any sense of friction from remaining untouched to this point.

He catches you red handed, and slaps the side of your thigh. His forceful touch leaving a sting that makes you want him even more.

Jake adds pressure to his thumb against your throat.

“Open.” He orders you once more.

You obey, spreading your feet apart, inviting him in.

He laughs softly to himself, “My girl. Such a good listener”

At last, the tip of his middle finger slides with ease through the center of your wetness.

From the look in his eyes, you can tell he loves to watch your reaction. Loves to see the approval of his work.

He teases the fingertip at your entrance. You buck your hips in his direction, silently pleading for more.

“You want it?” He looks down at you.

Your face is desperate as you nod to him.

His jaw clenches once more, “Fucking speak up.”

“Y-yes yes, Jake. I wan-“

Before you can finish your words, he shoves both his pointer and middle finger up inside of you, pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm.

His lips meet yours again. The two of you moaning into each other's mouths in harmony.

With each pump his fingers, he rocks his hips into you.

“…there’s something different with you” You think back on his words.

With your fingers wrapped around his wrist, you tug his hand from you - forcing his digits from inside of you.

“I want you to fuck me, Jake.” Your eyes lock with his as you watch them turn a darker shade of brown.

Without a word, he spins you around, your chest pressed against the cold white wall. He arches your hips for you to grant him better access.

“Fucking dirty.” He pants into your ear.

One hand is pressed to the side of your face, pushing you further against the wall, while the other fidgets with his belt.

You hear the sound of it as it hits the floor, his pants around his ankles.

“Lift up.” He taps your side, motioning for you to lift your arms above your head.

With a swift motion he pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it to the floor.

Your back arches in hopes to close the space between you both.

Jake swipes your hair to one side, over your shoulder, unclasping your bra with one hand.

He leans in to press a delicate kiss upon your spine, simultaneously wrapping his arm around your hips to meet your clit with his finger.

You whine at the sensation of the slow but steady circles he presses into you.

He grips his length, slapping it against your ass.

“I’m not going to be nice.” His voice a low groan as he teases you with the tip of his cock, sliding through your slick.

“Please, Jake” your reply is muffled with your cheek pressed against the wall.

No warning. No mercy.

He slams his entire length inside of you to the hilt. The moans spilling out of you are closer to a scream.

He makes his own ponytail in your hair with his fist, tugging with force.

He grunts in unison with each pump inside of you. The tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with each push.

The faster he pumps into you, the faster the circles against your clit become. With each swipe, he adds more force, pressing his finger harder against your bud.

“And when you leave this room…” he pants.

“Not a word. Not a suspicious look. Nothing.” He punctuates his sentence with a harsh smack to your ass.

Unable to respond from the overstimulation to your clit, and the pressure inside of you, Jake becomes frustrated. He pulls harder on your hair than he has yet.

“Do you hear me? Answer me.” Not once does he stop fucking into you.

“YES, Jake. Yes. Just…” your response is nothing but a whine.

He reaches around to pinch your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. He twists and pulls as you feel the warmth pool between your hips. That familiar feeling of your climax approach.

You grab his wrist again, forcing it back between your legs to your clit.

“So close” you mumble to him, begging him to finish you off.

Without hesitation he picks up exactly where he left off. Quick swipes against your throbbing clit.

He pulls himself all the way out of you, slamming himself back deep inside.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Unsure of how much more you can take.

Your muscles tighten to an uncomfortable extent as you hear three knocks at his dressing room door.

“Jake?” The door handle wiggles.

Immediately he wraps his hand around your mouth as he continues to fuck into you.

“Not a sound.” He whispers into your ear, his pace slows but his thrusts are deep.

“Are you in there? Why is the door locked?” Layla whines from outside.

Jake quickens his pace, both his cock inside of you and his fingers toying with your clit.

“Let go for me.” His whisper is even more quiet than before.

He feels your walls begin to tremble and constrict around him. The muscles of your abdomen tense as you prepare your release.

“That’s it. Keep going. Your pussy feels so much better than hers.” He mumbles into your ear, chasing his own high as well.

“Jake!!” Layla pounds on the door again, “5 minutes ‘til show. What the fuck are you doing?”

As the sensation of pleasure washes over you, your senses slip. Your eyes clenched shut, and ears ringing… there is no Layla. There is no show. There is no job.

Just you. And Jake. And the feeling of him inside of you.

He pulls out from you abruptly, his release following, sliding down the inside of your thigh.

He picks his pants up from around his ankles, and quickly fastens his belt.

You’re left remaining pressed to the wall, unable to move or process anything and everything that just transpired in the small dressing room.

What am I going to do? How am I going to get out of here without facing Layla?

Your thoughts paralyze you.

You feel his tight grip on both of your shoulders as he spins you around to plant a quick kiss to your lips.

And just like that, he slips through a crack in the door, open just enough so she can’t see inside.

Frozen in silence, you stand naked in the room alone as you listen to their muffled voices through the closed door.

“I couldn’t find Sam.” Her voice, defeated.

Jake clears his throat before responding.

“Don’t worry about it. I took care of it.”

Taglist: @gretasimp @writingcold @wowkakashi @spark-my-nature @gretavanbear

#gretavanfleet #gvf #jake kiszka #gvf smut #jake kiszka gvf #gvf fanfiction #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader #greta van fleet fanfic #gvf fic

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bubbleddisasters · 1 month ago

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So I just had this Idea

Malleus, Idia and Che’nya fighting all out.

Ok, before anyone starts glazing on Malleus and saying he’d win: Put who their twisted from into perspective:

Maleficent was the most powerful fae.

Hades is a god. One of the big 3, to be precise.

The Cheshire Cat is canonically the second most powerful being in wonderland, second to only the literal human form of time.

They are all God Tier in their respective lore.

Most people know the other two’s abilities, but incase you may not know :

Cheshire Cats Abilities, include:

Shapeshifting and Vocal/Visual/Physical Manipulation, Invisibility, Long Range Image Projection, Long Distance Teleportation, Flight, Gravity Manipulation on self, Minor Reality Manipulation, Portal creation, Walking through walls, Body and Limb controlled detachment, etc.

Hades abilities include:

General God Abilities, Raising the Dead, Smoke control, access to cursed objects, high heat tolerance, physical size manipulation, pretty much alot of shit, more then I can name since, y’know, god.

Maleficents abilities include:

Plant, Flame, Weather and Lightning manipulation, secondary form (Dragon), fatal long term curses, long distance teleportation, animal communication, long distance location monitoring, flight, eternally serving cunt, etc.

Now, obviously, their twisted versions are different, so what are the twisted versions KNOWN capabilities?

Mal’s strong suit seems to be mostly nature based abilities, Lightning, Fire, Briars, etc and Sleepy time shenanigans. However, he is also capable of turning into a Dragon, which gives him a huge physical buff, but makes him much easier to hit. All fae share the same fatal weakness of Anti-Magic, as Magic is canonically their life source. Thats Idias forte. Che’nya also has a mindset and skillset similar to Lilias, minus the experience and training. He also has rapid fire teleportation and invisibility, plus cat senses, making him extremely hard to strike with lightning.

Out of these 3 however, he definitely has the most durability and Defense.

Idias strong suit is tech, which Mal is most definitely unfamiliar with, but also has access to extremely high tier ANTI MAGIC. Che’nya stands at an advantage of being able to go invisible, teleport, and likely having more creative and efficient methods of blocking vital sensors or heat signatures, but I unfortunately doubt Mal would think of that. Briar Valley is EXTREMELY low tech. Mal does have the intimidation factor on Idia, but if this situation somehow involves Ortho’s safety, that goes straight out the window, as seen in Book 7. We also nearly never see Idia use magic, so we don’t exactly have a good handle of what he’s capable of in that regard.

Unfortunately, Idia is a glass cannon due to his low physical abilities and stamina, leaving him likely needed a heavy defense system to not get tossed.

Che’nya is truly the wild card in this scenario, since unlike the other two, unless they bothered Trey or Riddle for information, the other two don’t know much about his abilities. Like Malleus, considering what we know (I wrote it somewhere on tumblr), he has extreme magical stamina and produces jack shit in blot (no magestone can be seen on his design too) while doing crazy ass shit, and as shown in the manga, since he was a kid too. Comparing that to Roros brother, and the bullshit Che’nya was pulling as a kid while still being alive, he’s most definitely some flavor of overpowered.

Given what we’ve seen and heard about him across the manga and game, this is a portion of what we can assume is in his skillset:

Rapid fire (and long distance) teleportation, Long term Invisibility, flexibility, flight, Gravity Manipulation (making himself near weightless without floating off into oblivion) Cat like senses, Limb and Body part controlled detachment, the ability to slip past NRC’s barrier like its an average Tuesday. The barrier that took several high powered shots from STYX to break. With little to no repercussions from what we’ve seen.

He’s also (likely) a creative and unpredictable fighter. I think mentioned/said somewhere by Riddle or someone else that they doesn’t believe invisibility is Chens UM.

Riddle, I love you babes, you were my first fully spell maxed card, but NO FUCKING SHIT DUDE.

Idias advantage is deadass: Cat knowledge. Is using partially genetic traits a low blow? Yea, but again, this is an All out 1v1 fight. Obviously not laser pointers or basic shit, but things like Sound Pitches. Theres also Heat Sensors and things like that to combat invisibility, but those can also be thwarted.

Mals advantage is experience with Lilia in terms of matching high speeds, and combating against tricks and sneak attacks, Dragon senses + his Defensive capabilities. However, as a more straight forward person, Mal may not think of the more creative strategies Chen (or Idia) may come up with. Even if he traps Chens leg or something in Briar, he could just pop his leg off and keep moving.

Che’nya is more of a high speed self sufficient DPS but with the right weakness targeting he could be taken down.

I didn’t put Leona or Lilia on here because Lilia… Lets be real : Lilia would most definitely whoop all of their asses unless he gets hit with Anti Magic too many times.

The other is I’m sorry Leona, you’re a total badass and an amazing fighter, but you might be a tad out of league on alot of mostly circumstantial situations.

Starting off : Che’nya : He’s also a Cat, and nobody knows your genetic weaknesses like your own kind, plus Sand Blinding is great until bro disappears too.

Considering Leona is a pretty kickass fighter and strategist, plus can actually somewhat hold his own against Malleus, it’s going to be a decently tough fight, but in the end, I think Che’nya might secure the win sheerly due to being able to overcome Leonas UM in a few ways, even from a point blank standpoint.

A limb being turned to sand? Detach that shit, can’t spread further if it’s not attached anymore. He could also fly upwards out of the sandstorm but that ain’t as fun.

I’m just imagining Leona whipping up a sandstorm and going in to ambush Che’nya only for that mf to be GONE. (He’s right behind him bout to FNAF jumpscare this)

Theres a slim chance he may also lose to Idia sheerly because if its an all out scenario (i’m being nice and giving them all whatever requirements if they need it for atleast one use of their UM so its fair) , Idia can quite literally open the gates to hell and unlike the other two, Leona cannot fly without a broom, so uh, enjoy the drop?

Without that though, I do actually fully believe Leona might win, but with an Anti Magic nerf possibility on the field, its not exactly set in stone.

I don’t think I need to explain Malleus. So therefore I won’t.

Again, this is mostly just my thoughts, nothing is canon here, just me wondering about the possibilities! If theres any information that I missed let me know :D

(Leona fans please don’t hurt me I don’t hate him I promise I’m just going of logic from what I know.)

#twisted wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #diasomnia #che’nya #chenya #artemiy artemiyevich pinker #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #idia shroud #twst headcanons #twst thoughts #night raven college #savannaclaw #ignihyde

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empty-blog-for-lurking · 4 months ago

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Oooouuuo you want to share your vld wc au ideas...... You want to tell me all of your epic thoughts............ Uuooo oo mind persuasion noises

Is this what you want? Me making a mockery of your two beloved pieces of media? Me putting my inane crackpot ideas about your au which was lovingly crafted with joy and whimsy? Is that what you want???? Ok then-

It's pretty much the same/similar scenario. Kuron is Shiro's (Swift's) clone and a spoilt cat and a mamma's boy

2)Allura is a vet assigned on Trap-Neuter-Vaccinate-Rehome. She is also like the only one on this cause she's the only vet available in the town and the govt there is stingy with funding. So like the girl's Stressed™

3) She probably knows or atleast is aware of the cat cult. She just Doesn't Care they are fucking up the biodiversity

4)Lance was either an ex-kittypaw who's Trying so hard to pretend he's enjoying his life and loving being a Warrior cat though internally he's crying, sobbing, throwing up because he wants to Go Home!!!! Yes it's been years but he still misses his human family and his soft bed and his squeaky toy and his wet food and🥺🥺🥺🥺

5)Either that Or he is a human turned warrior cat by the Cat gods either because he accidentally pissed them so they cursed him or pleased them too much that the blessed them😔 sad! Anyway his usual inner monologue is going "What the fuck? What the fuck?!? WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE F-" entire time

6)Keith is just a cat. Like a completely normal cat. Imagine a cat from our world, that's him. He doesn't know what a warrior code is and he doesn't care. Warrior cats think he's So Cool and Mysterious and Quiet loner when actually he is literally just a head empty cat

7) He's also responsible for like 50% of the bird population's steep decline making him a hot topic among the clans and the top bounty on Allura's hit list

8) Reason why he is normal is because he is raised by wolves

8) Hunk is maybe a fae. Maybe.

9) I think we already talked about this but Lotor is a well intentioned idiot here. He's the one who keeps setting cats free into the wild forest, accidentally removing the traps Allura set to capture the cats, feeding the ducks bread even though it's a bad for them, keeps removing the native flora in his mom's backyard and planting invasive plants, and tries to start fire during dry season almost causing a forestfire etc etc Allura is going to kill him if she comes to know

Yeah this is all I have 😔😔😔😔 sorry 😔😔

#Empty answers #vld wc au #I am so sorry for all of this I really am

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oathofkaslana · 7 months ago

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collei iceberg EXPLAINED???????

plants: "sprout of rebirth" indicative of her continuous growth and healing. seen in both the metaphors that always liken her to a plant, her dendro vision, her being the first sumeru character we ever meet, her birthday being in spring etc. also feeds into the symbolism that fire means for her.

water: imagery of collei drowning often used as a representation of collei having a panic attack or anxiety attack, water is associated with healing, water is a necessity for plants, collei gaining her vision in the rain.

fire: the archon residue is described as a being made of black/purple fire, amber (the most important person in her life) has a pyro vision and is constantly being described as someone warm, she was able to leave the fatui's base she was kept in because it burned down. fire is both a necessity for life (warmth, representative of the sun, forest fires bringing way for new sprouts) and a destructive force (i dont have to give examples for this do i). to collei, it's indicative of change.

sun: okay stay with me. plants need the sun to grow; amber is compared to being "as warm as the sun" in collei's character story; one of cyno's motifs is the eye of ra, which relates to the sun; in the sealing ritual he performs, collei stands in the center of a large sun symbol; the ritual was intentionally performed in the morning because it was when the archon residue was weakest; theres a hidden quest in collei's hut that involves bringing a plant of hers outside so it can get sunlight; the sun is an important symbol for life. the sun represents collei's "rebirth"

rebirth: oh rebirth metaphor the things you have done for me.. obviously sprout of rebirth; her alias in the genius invokation event being "revived serval"; cyno, the person who led the sealing ritual, being inspired by anubis, the guide of the dead; "cats have nine lives" idiom; ouroboros; the archon residue being from a dead archon; the box she was put in during the wt being shaped like a coffin; sumeru's continuous theme of rebirth (ex: nahida & rukkhadevata, dottore & his clones, scaramouche & wanderer, the aranaras, even the caribert archon quest). note that the connections back to sumeru are pivotal bc again, collei is the first sumeru character we meet.

mummy: relevant to the cyno thing but deserves its own bullet point. collei's wraps being undone after the ritual (her point of rebirth); anubis being an overseer of funerary rites including the mummification process; i have to emphasize again that anubis is the guide of the dead this is literally cyno leading collei out of death do you see i feel sick

cats and snake: collei was drawn as a cat in the wt, her constellation is a serval (a kind of cat), the doll she has to represent herself is a green cat. in contrast, the archon residue is represented by a snake. cats and snakes are natural enemies. see above w the "cats have nine lives" idiom and the ouroboros. also relevant to the ouroboros: the archon residue actively fed off of collei's negative thoughts and would thus feed it and her hatred. at the same time, it was often her only means of defense even thought she hated using it because it was something her abuser gave to her. the archon residue both protected her and harmed her.

green and purple: complementary colors; the colors of her hair and eyes, the color of cuilein-anbar and the archon residue; in video games, green is often representative of healing and purple is often representative of poison and harm, wt collei often being cast in purple shadows because of her white clothes vs in game collei who is drenched in green.

dolls and plays: cuilien-anbar being a doll representative of collei; collei having a baron bunny doll in her home; dolls being a childhood toy that lets kids play the roles of others and themselves; her fight with kaeya runs under this play metaphor (which sets them up as narrative parallels btw bc its also a consistent metaphor w kaeya); all of these components coming together when you remember in-game collei has been playing the role of amber and wt collei has been playing the role of the suspect/villain. DO YOU FUCKING SEE.

writing: also relevant to the latter but it puts collei outside of the story, giving her control over her own story rather than being a character in someone else's story. shown in her healing running alongside her learning how to write and her interest in light novels.

clothes/sewing: this one kills me again stay with me okok. when we first meet collei she doesnt even have a shirt. she only has pants, a cloak, a hat, and a bunch of bandages wrapped around her body. amber gives her a set of clothes to wear. when she tears these clothes, she makes an active effort to sew them up and repair them. her interest in sewing also leads to her making cuilien-anbar btw. if you even care.

medicine/healthcare: tighnari and dottore both being doctors of some sort, dendro being representative of healing, her being how we even learn about eleazar, the link between archon residue and health (extends in baizhu's story quest. yk. baizhu the fucking doctor)

#gi #i forgot to do this sooner fuck.#collei #copy and pasting this from what i wrote in a hoyowomentournament match o7

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abstract-moth · 13 days ago

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Hi there! So, how was life during the hiatus? are you still in the same country? are you still in uni? do you have fresh cat photos? just in general, how have you been? :3 missed you!

Hello!!! I appreciate you checking in on me!

I tend to disappear during summer bc spring exams finish, then I immediately go home to the US, return to Europe only to get slammed by summer exams, and then the new school year stops. This year my September was increasingly busy because in addition to the new school year and new people moving into my building, I decided to change rooms. Nonetheless, I'm back!

During the summer, I did a lot of traveling. I briefly went back home to visit my mom, then my dad. Then I went to Spain for a family reunion. I liked Spain a lot, but unfortunately didn't connect well with my extended family. Oh well. I also visited a few friends who live in other cities. Then it was summer exam time baby. After that, it was clean up time for the building and moving to my new room. I was swamped.

Yes, I am still going to uni in the same country. I'll be finishing up my bachelors this year. Fingers crossed that the course load doesn't get too crazy. Right now I'm just focusing on meeting all the deadlines for the various group assignments we have.

My new room faces the garden. Our garden has brick walls that connects to other properties. So we have two cats that consistently crash our balconies. If I climb down the fire escape, I can even pet them :)

This black and white cat is well fed, has a nice coat, and doesn't fight too much for food. So safe to say he's well looked after and just likes to explore our garden from time to time.

Meanwhile this black cat is always in our garden, extremely affectionate but flinches away if you touch him too quickly, has no teeth, lots of dander, and very skinny. So I'm about 85% sure he's a domesticated housecat but likely neglected/abandoned/abused. Anyway I'm buying him cat food and feeding him a little bit everytime I see him. He waits until my window some days. I also don't know if he's a boy or girl.

For the past year, I have been slowly working on my mental health. It's a continuous process to improve my health and my habits. My new room helps a lot. I'm trying to fill it with plants, because those always improve my mental state. I'm also consistently going to bed before 2am and waking up before 10am (a win for me). For several weeks, I have also consistently not spent more than 30 minutes on Instagram a day.

I'm still trying to figure out how much time I want to spend on tumblr. I first joined it during the pandemic and my gap year, so I would literally hours and hours on the site. Once I was attending school and had other obligations, I became anxious that I could not devote as much time to it as I used to. Which is a bit silly in retrospect, but media consumption is a coping mechanism of mine.

It's very unlikely that I will quit tumblr entirely. After all even during my summer hiatus I was still checking the app from time to time (my huge ass queue did not come from no where). And my original intention of wanting to engage with fandoms and improve my writing still stays the same. It's more about my personal time management. So for now, I'm back and I'll be here for a while 😊

How have you been?

#original post #am gets personal

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rinaforstars · 1 year ago

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eurovision acts name meanings bc im bored

please correct me if im wrong

solo artists !

gustaph (stef caers) : crown in a fortress

andrew lambrou : strong and brilliant

reiley (rani peterson) : joyous song sung by the son of peter

alika milova : most beautiful happiness

käärijä (jere pöyhönen) : spear holding ruler

la zarra (fatima-zahra hafdi) : captivating independent flower

iru khechanovi : citizen with strength

victor vernicos : just conqueror

diljá pétursdóttir : born in heart of her parents, feeling

luke black (luka ivanović) : light of his father, ivan

noa kirel : motion on the wall of god

marco mengoni : of mars (mengoni was found at foundations of venice)

monika linkytė : advisor

parsha parfeni : pure admiration

mia nicolai : moon for the victor of the people

dion cooper : follower of dionysus, someone who makes wooden vessels

alessendra mele : charming defender of mankind

blanka : fair

mimicat (marisa mena) : of the sea, mena is a topographic name

theodor andrei : manly gift of god

remo forrer : dweller at the waterfall from rheims

blanca paloma : white dove

mae muller : may miller (yes, literally)

brunette (elen yeremyan) : torch that the lord exalts

loreen (lorine talhaoui) : laurel plant that bares fruit

albina kelmendi : white and merciful

groups/duos !

voyager

daniel estrin : star judged by god

simone dow : listen to the dark haired [girl]

ashley doodkorte : ash meadow (couldnt find doodkorte, but i did find he is like my 4th cousin)

alex canion : defender of humanity on a footpath

scott kay : pure man with a shield

teya & salena

teodora spiric : gods gift on a spire

selena-maria edbauer : hesitant moon and star of the sea

turalturan x

tural bağmanov : to be alive with creativity

turan bağmanov : dedicated to turan (the goddess of love in etruscan mythology), or the land of tur, creativity

let 3

zoran prodanović : to sell till dawn

damir martinović : one who gives peace and is the son of martin

dražen baljak : emotional beloved

matej zec : the rabbit is a gift of god

vesna

patricie fuxová : noblewoman

bára šůstková : innocent

olesya ochepovská : girl from the forest (they mean the same thing)

markéta vedralová : pearl

tereza čepková : playful harvester

tanita yanková : giant daughter of yanko

lord of the lost

chris harms : bearing christ’s army

class grenayde : peoples victory

gared dirge : rules by the spear, hymn of mourning

pi stoffers : swimming pool, bearer of christ

niklas kahl : bald person of victoy

sudden lights

andrejs zitmanis : brave

kārlis zitmanis : strong

mārtiņš zemītis : of mars, samogitian

kārlis vārtiņš : strong giver of roses

wild youth

david whelan : beloved & joyful

conor odonohoe : lover of hounds whom is brown haired

callum mcadam : dove, son of adam

ed porter : prosperous guardian of the gate

the busker

david meilak : beloved admirer

jean borg : god is gracious in a castle

sean meachen : god is gracious, meachen is topographic

piqued jacks

andrea lazzeretti : manly who has help from god

francesco bini : mosest free man

tommaso oliveri : twin olive

marco sgaramella : of mars

joker out

bojan cvjetićanin : battle on veliki cvjetnić

jure maček : farmer cat

kris guštin : follower and servant of christ

jan peteh : god is gracious, rock

nace jordan : fire is dissipating

tvorchi

jeffery kenny : peace & handsome

andrii hutsuliak : manly outlaw

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mrhyde-mrseek · 3 months ago

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I know I just showed y’all my favorite OC, but does anyone want to see my OLDEST OC?

It’s Libra Nox! I’ve posted a drawing or two of her here before, I don’t know if anyone remembers the few posts I made about my WIP The Haunted and the Hollow, but it took a WHILE to get there

2018-2019

I was a warrior cats kid in 7th grade, and I loved wolves, so obviously I made my own warrior cats ripoff trilogy with wolves instead of cats (I don’t remember what it was called though unfortunately)

Libra/Twig was originally a boy, and his name was Twig (but I’d planned on changing it later in the story for plot reasons)

He had two moms (yay lesbians)

I made so much art for this I WISH I still had some of it 😭

In the story there were these magic wolves with wings that were basically gods and controlled different elements (like fire, water, plants, light, etc.)

Libra/Twig was one of these (I think he controlled the stars which was how he got the name Libra??)

Originally I was gonna name him Virgo but decided that sounded too feminine (oh how the tables have turned)

Fun fact, this story birthed ANOTHER character I’ll probably talk about in another post

2019-2022

Libra was still a guy but now he’s a human with fire powers

I think he was like 14?? He barely had any adult supervision though, the only technically adult around him long enough to be considered supervision was 18

This story had the same winged wolf gods from the previous one and was also a trilogy, I don’t really know how to explain what the plot was because it was complicated as fuck and constantly changing

It was called Nox Chronicles

Yes that was his actual outfit, I know it’s boring as hell, I wish I’d chosen a different color for his shirt because it looks kinda weird with the light blue

He didn’t have two moms anymore, he had an adopted family who hated him for literally no reason (I was still on the Harry Potter hyperfixation train in 2019)

I think he was the only one of his superpowered friends who could communicate with the wolf god creatures?

It was at this point I decided he was bi

He might’ve had wolf ears at one point, I don’t remember

Edgy badly written teenage protagonist

2022-present

Libra’s a girl now!! Yay!!

She’s still bi

(THIS is the Libra from The Haunted and the Hollow I was talking about btw)

She has a GOOD FAMILY NOW with a TWIN SISTER and a LOVING SINGLE MOM and is MUCH more fleshed out character-wise

She’s a witch, as is the rest of her family

THIS. STORY. HAS. PROPER. COHERENT. LORE. AND. WORLDBUILDING

She’s autistic and has social anxiety

She’s gonna have a girlfriend!!

Her special interest is cryptids and cryptozoology

I gave her cute little glasses and an actually decent outfit/color scheme

She’s still 14 but she has actual adult supervision (she goes to a summer camp)

I kept the fire but but changed it from controlling fire (too destructive and flashy) to divination using fire

She loves the color yellow. Just thought I’d share that :)

#the haunted and the hollow #i think the story might’ve originally been named ‘the haunting plight of knockwood hollow’??#libra nox #my ocs #ocs #oc art #witch oc #old oc #wolf #wolf oc

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myheartismadeofstars · 9 months ago

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TGCF pokemon teams: made x

Xianle Quartet version

Xie Lian

Absol:

Pretty self explanatory. Absol is the Bad Luck pokemon and appears before disasters. No doubt XL encounters a lot of them. Absol would also keep an eye out for BWX.

Calyrex: a pokemon who used to be a king but has lost everything, even his friends...sound familiar? Also it can make plants grow and I love the unused Flower God!XL concept. Also I think XL deserves a legendary.

Hisuian Liligant: an elegant fighter and a beautiful flower. Revered in ancient times but almost forgotten in the modern era. Also I see H!Liligant as very nice and polite.

Mienshao: an unarmed fighter that fights with "ribbons" that remind me of Ruoye. Mienfoo are also mentioned to seclude themselves in the mountains to train.

Garbodor: our favourite trash collector needed a trash pokemon, okay? But also a joking reference to his terrible cooking lmao. (I think Garbodor could eat XL's cooking like HC can, but that's the same as calling it garbage lmao)

Dusclops: THIS is Ruoye. It wraps and binds people in the cloth bandages hanging off of it. It does hold a Reaper Cloth but XL hasn't been able to find someone to help it evolve.

Liligant, Calyrex and Mienshao have been on the team the longest. I think the newest member is Garbodor, but he has had several other pokemon over his lifetime that he lost due to his luck.

Hua Cheng

Ceruledge: allow me to quote the pokemon Scarlet Dex Entry "The fiery blades on its arms burn fiercely with the lingering resentment of a sword wielder who fell before accomplishing their goal." That's honestly enough for me, but also, wartime!HongHong-Er having a Charcadet and also it's a ghost/fire type lmao.

Inteleon: Inteleon can learn Rain Dance. But also the transition from a bullied kid to an emo teen and finally a cool and suave (seeming) adult who still has signs of being that scared kid at heart?

Houndoom: HC needed a dog. Also the fact that just HEARING Houndoom's howl can send people fleeing in terror and the burns hurting FOREVER. (Reminds me a bit of E-Ming's curse, though not perfect)

Absol: Pokemon believed to cause disasters and hated for it, even though it was innocent and was actually trying to warn them... Also Absol has red eyes! Unlike XL's Absol, HC's has Super Luck!

Honchkrow: Murkrow are supposed to bring bad luck but Honchkrow are the bosses of Murkrow and said to be merciless towards them, much how HC is with Ghost City.

Honedge (Shiny): E-Ming! The shiny form has red eyes on its hilt and the blade seems forged in blood. It's literally a cursed sword with red eyes.

I would say that Inteleon and Ceruledge and MAYBE Honchkrow are the only pokemon he has from when he was alive, though none of them were fully evolved (Inteleon was a Drizzile). Ceruledge evolved first.

Feng Xin

Hisuian Decidueye: hisuian Decidueye is based on a ronin. He's an archer wandering the earth without a master.

Mabostiff: Mabostiff are LITERALLY the Guard dog pokemon!! Of course our favourite bodyguard has to have one! Also supposedly has a "scary face" like our grumpy boy

Lucario: Protective and loyal and I've now seen several people say that FX is good at tracking and I would say Lucario is perfect for trying to track someone (aka: XL) by their aura.

Espeon: Loyal but also the Sun Pokemon! FX is the "Southern Sun" after all! I also have a headcanon about FX having a spoiled cat and I think Espeon is the most similar to the cat I have for him

Zangoose: Obviously a reference to his fighting with Mu Qing. (I also think Zangoose has Toxic Boost rather than Immunity. Because FX isn't immune to MQ's words and actions, just angered by them, ergo: Toxic Boost)

Male Pyroar: It's a noble and intimidating pokemon and I would consider them a very masculine pokemon that would suit his title quite well and also...since it's revealed that Pyroar do have similar social structures to real lions... Males have nothing to do with child rearing I'm so sorry FX I'm sure you'd be a good dad if given the chance idk if I'll give Jian Lan a team but a female Pyroar would definitely be on it.

Most of his teammates have been around for a long time. Decidueye didn't fully evolve until he ascended on his own, and I would say Lucario and Espeon are the newest members. But his "starter" was probably Litleo, and he got Maschiff when he became XL's bodyguard when he was 14.

Mu Qing

Umbreon (Shiny): counterpart to FX'S Espeon, and I think it fits "Enigmatic Truth" almost as well as Espeon suits "Southern Sun". MQ's is shiny mostly because I feel the blue rings suit him better lmao. Also MQ deserves something special dammit!

Seviper: Rivals FX's Zangoose. The poison typing brings to mind his own toxicity (🤟) and the bladed tail reminds me of his Zhanmadao and Seviper is just a bit longer than most Zhanmadao are.

Persian: Considered beautiful and elegant but fickle, just like our boy!

Leavanny: Leavanny reminds me of the fact that his mother was a seamstress. But also: they are kind to children (but can also learn Sword's Dance and have wicked bladed arms) Mama's boy cannot forget her.

Midday Lycanroc: Cautious and extremely loyal to those who treated them well. Considered Dusk Form considering how hot headed MQ is, but slightly prefer the Midday form for him because it emphasizes the loyalty while Dusk is notably difficult to raise I also headcanon him with a yellow coloured dog so midday suits that better

Empoleon: Proud in all evolutions, but still live in groups as Piplup and Empoleon, though solitary as Prinplup. Sounds like pushing people away and then realizing that you wanted them in your life after all.

While he doesn't keep it with him, he also has a Male Indeedee who has been with him since his servant days. He mostly stays in his Palace and manages things. MQ doesn't like to be reminded of those days, but it did introduce him to his friends.

The oldest teammate is Leavanny by quite a bit. Leavanny was with him before he went to Mount Taicang (though maybe not fully evolved) Lycanroc is the newest member, but I don't think Empoleon is fully evolved until he reconciles with XL and FX.

#tgcf #xie lian #hua cheng #feng xin #mu qing #tgcf au #pokemon au #pokemon fan teams #I'm currently working on sqx and actually having a hard time

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nemo-of-house-hamartia · 1 year ago

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Hiyo! Evening everyone!

Do you remember that Aesthetic game that I did for my characters a while back? well, I had these moodboards lying around from when I first started to draft this AU, so I decided to share them the same way I did my previous moodboard! so, here you have Dorothea, Colette and Lucia as their counterparts in my "The Witches of Månenshavn" story! Enjoy! <3

⭐DOROTHEA MORGENSTERN🔮

MOODBOARD

"Dorothea is a Lunar/Cosmic Witch. She is connected to the Night Sky, The Moon, the Stars, and the Celestial Bodies. She is mostly up at night, her head literally among the clouds, and works with crystals, compasses, and armillary spheres, studying the lunar Phases and the Planetary movement, being in deep contact with the Vault of Heaven and all the stars above. She has Seer powers, and her magick is connected to dreams and the future, and she leaves stardust as a trail behind her. Her familiar is a Raven that goes by the name of Belial. To her, it's connected the Element of Air, and hers are the Winds."

PLAYLIST:

"Caribbean Blue" - Enya "The Mystic's Dream" - Loreena McKennitt "Follow Me" - Celtic Women "The Arcana: Memory" - Keith Holden

QUOTES :

"If all you told was turned to gold If all you dreamed was new Imagine sky-high above In Caribbean blue" ― Enya, Caribbean Blue

“In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.” ― Janos Arany

“Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning. ” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

🌹COLETTE DE BEAUMONT🐈‍⬛

MOODBOARD

"Colette is a Hearth/Green Witch. She is the literal Heart of the house in Månenshavn, and she generally can be found either in her garden tending to the herbs she needs for her potions or in the kitchen, brewing all sorts of concoctions, oil, and balms, along with protective and cleansing spells. Her magick is connected to plants and nature, and her potions are known to be incredibly powerful. Her familiar is a Snake named Girouette. To her, it's connected the Element of the Earth."

PLAYLIST:

"The Arcana: Magic Hour" - Neil Cross "My Girlfriend is a Witch" - October Country "Mother Earth" - Within Temptation "Élan" - Nightwish

QUOTES :

“Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“Witches were a bit like cats. They didn’t much like one another’s company, but they did like to know where all the other witches were, just in case they needed them.” ― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.” ― Joanne Harris, Chocolat

📜 LUCIA BARBARIGO💀

MOODBOARD

"Lucia is the mischievous one, and she is a Death/Chaos Witch. She is the one that is most attuned with the Spirit world, and she is also the House Medium and the one that practices Divination through tea reading, runes, and tarot reading. She is also the one responsible to create an antidote to poisons, and she is generally found in the kitchen side by side with Colette, often bickering because of the dangerous ingredients Lucia uses. She is the most mysterious of the three, and has quite the impish sense of humor, if a little morbid. Her familiar is an owl named Vieri. She also has a normal cat, Martino, who is always up to bother Dorothea's Belial. To her, it's connected the Element of Fire."

PLAYLIST:

"The Dark Ones" - Karliene "Ballo in F♯ Minore" - Angelo Branduardi "The Circle" - Blackmore's Night "Savage Daughter" - Ekaterina Shehelova

QUOTES :

"Sono io la morte e porto corona Io son di tutti voi signora e padrona E davanti alla mia falce il capo tu dovrai chinare E dell 'oscura morte al passo andare"

― Angelo Branduardi, "Ballo in F♯ Minore"

“Even death has a heart.” ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“To die will be an awfully big adventure.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

#The Witches of Månenshavn #Dorothea Morgenstern #Colette De Beaumont #Lucia Barbarigo #my ocs #my writing #moodboards #witches #Witch!AU

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piningintrovert · 1 year ago

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Ramblings on Only Friends Ep. 2

Part 1/4

Again, public declarations/proposals my be-loathed

Cheum is really just here for the vibes and her friends' happiness and I love her for that

JENNY!! I mean P'YO!!! AND HER MAN!!!

This confessional is giving Reality TV vibes and I'm here for it. Although the series is fiction, it is depicting the very real lifestyles of many people in the world and it's honestly so refreshing

See? Sand gets it ... so lame

Aww, Ray ... sweetie

I'm just properly looking at the intro and god everyone looks so hot

You are so right Cheum — there is nothing hotter than someone doing or talking about something within their area of expertise

Not Mew and Top being different sides of the same coin — they both like the challenge; let's see who gives in first

Seriously, can we get Ray some help :(

Mew putting that emphasis on "my friend" oof

Ah, so Top definitely knows that Ray likes Mew

The start of Sand and Nick's bestie era; we love to see it

Mew, you're really after my heart — to tell the guy who's everyone's type that he's not YOUR type *chef's kiss*

Yes, getting Mew is about the chase and conquest BUT Top is a little out of his element bc Mew stimulates his mind AND his lions; he really ain't gonna know what hit him lol

Ray, sweetie ... why are you following this man? At this rate, you're never gonna beat the stray cat allegations

Yo 10,000 Baht is 281.21 USD???! — I would do it too for a check lol

Part 2/4

Can't even focus on the heated make out etc. bc those horns/antlers behind Nick's head were a terrible accident waiting to happen *shudders*

Nick is already so gooooone I just-

With the level of game Boston is spitting, Nick really didn't stand a chance

I want Sand's messenger bag; wonder if it'll be merch

Oooo I love the way they filmed Sand walking into Ray's sitting room; nothing like a good one-take scene

Ray's mom ... that explains so much :(

I guess this wakeboarding park is the new BL spot; first Wedding Plan and now OF lol

GO APRIL!!

Oh no Cheum :(

I'm sorry but Top diving into the water was ... LMAOOO

Gdi Boston! STAND TF UP!!! Top's not gonna pick you and no dick is worth losing a friendship over

Part 3/4

Did Boston climb the shower wall bc how the hell???

Gotta find that post that talks about red (stop), yellow (slow), and green/blue (go) being prominent colors in Mew and Top's relationship because it's really evident in this episode, ESPECIALLY in this cookie scene

Look at my boi Mew setting those boundaries iktr

Mutual mast rep? We love to see it!

But seriously Nick, I'm gonna need you to run baby

Yooo Neo's body is insane; I'm looking respectfully

Can WE see the monstera? We love a good plant tour on this side of the internet

Leaving a hot girl to go home with a hot guy; Sand is winning either way esp considering this super playful vibe Ray is putting on

Part 4/4

Sleeping pills? AND a tragic backstory?

Ngl I thought he was lying too lol ... still kinda think he's lying, but I'll let it go for now

Okay maybe he isn't lying; look at the way he's holding Mew :'(

Is that Ray and Mew in the picture? And what's with the tense, sinister bg music? Whatchu plottin' Boston?

Pansexual rep? We love to see it!

As I said last week, lighting cigarettes as a form of foreplay

Who knew a cigarette smoke kiss could be so life-changing; I am a new person

That little voice in First's head must've been going crazy during this scene lol

AND YOU'RE GONNA KEEP WANTING ME??? IKTR

At this rate, Khaotung's tattoo needs to get a separate check for it's role in this series

Oh Sand, sweetie ... the fire started when you lit that cigarette and you started playing with it the moment you accepted that smoke-filled kiss *deep sigh* you're in too deep now baby (both literally AND figuratively)

Next week is gonna be insane; see you then :)

#rae watches #only friends #ofts #only friends the series #text

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bonefall · 2 years ago

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I remember once, at a birthday party not too long ago, my friends and I were nostalgically talking about warriors and coming up with fun OCs for our present adult selves. One friend would routinely interject, becoming more and more personally offended, that none of these names (goldenglow, heatherfrost, etc) were valid warrior names, because you see they were autistic and warriors used to be their special interest and none of us could possibly have the same authority on warriors as they did. Except that all of us were autistic with former warriors interests, and I literally grew up with this person having the exact same special interest period alongside them that we engaged in together. I thought it was just this person, I didn't realize it was an *epidemic*

I thought I buried them ALL, but it looks like I missed one! Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!

Also your friend can fuck RIGHT off Heatherfrost is a fantastic name, like, Common Heather is a plant that is naturally fire-resistant but the idea of a Heather that is frost-resistant instead could immediately suggest a cat who breaks norms and thinks outside the box, with totally unorthodox strengths.

I am MORE autistic than your friend so I outrank them. Goldenglow and Heatherfrost are canon because I say so.

#Warrior names #These kinds of Traditional Namers are the kind I was familiar with in Ye Olden Times #They used to say Hawkfrost was a bad name because it had -frost #And what kind of hawk has frost on it #I'm like I've got one Cold Bird right here for you. Two of them actually.#bone babble

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indigostreaking · 2 years ago

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Hearts Aflame

Chapter one

(Chapter two)

Firefighter!Danny x fem!reader

This will be a series, so please be gentle on part 1. 😅 No warnings or anything(yet).

Word count: 1.8k

"Kitty, please," you whined as you stretched out your right arm trying to reach just a little bit further. Your left arm was wrapped tightly around the trunk of the tree, keeping you steady as you attempted to rescue a little gray cat. When the kitten skittered just out of reach, you groaned. You had been at this for 15 minutes already, and you could hear the sirens in the distance growing louder. You took a deep breath before hoisting yourself up, carefully planting your feet on a thick and sturdy looking branch. The kitten eyed you cautiously and ventured further down the length of the limb above your head. You made a few kiss sounds, hoping to convince the kitten to come just a little closer.

"You're getting pretty high up there!" an older man in the growing crowd below you announced pointlessly, causing you to roll your eyes. You had never been someone who enjoyed attention, so having all these eyes on you made you feel nervous and very anxious. Your nerves ratcheted up another notch when you saw the police car and fire truck pull in to the parking lot. You loosed a breath you had been holding and took a hesitant step towards the terrified kitten, inching closer with each tiny, cautious movement.

"Sorry, buddy, but you're at the end of the line," you said with a sigh as you used one hand to reach out as far as you could, just enough to feel the delicate fluff of the kitten's soft fur. "Just a little closer.." you whispered as you helplessly willed your arm to grow an inch or two longer. The chatter below you grew, and you couldn't help but glance down to see why.

"Alright everybody, time to go. I'll take it from here," one of the firefighters said in a stern voice as he waved his arms motioning for the crowd to disperse. You knew you only had a few more minutes to get to the car before the professionals would force you to climb down, so you turned your attention back to the stranded cat. "You gonna come down or do I have to come up there after you?" The same firefighter asked with a soft chuckle.

"I've got this under control," you replied snarkily, repeating his own words back to him with a wide smile on your face. You were finally able to grip the kitten by the scruff and carefully put it in the messenger bag you had slung around your shoulder. It wasn't quite as professional as the bigger rescues, but it would certainly do in a pinch. You made your way back to the trunk of the tree, proud of your accomplishment, and looked down at the waiting fireman to see him quirking an eyebrow at you.

"Need help getting down?" He asked with a smirk. Fuck. You hadn't ever made it this far before. Usually you'd been cherry picked from the tree along with the cat once the big red truck arrived. You shrugged and held your smile, unwilling to give up that easily.

"No," you shot back defiantly. You made it this far up the tree unassisted, so you should be able to make it back down...in theory. You heard him snicker below as you mentally mapped out your descent.

"I really don't mind to get the ladder.." he said gently, clearly offering you a metaphorical and fairly literal life raft. You knew you should take him up on it, but when you looked down to see him grinning at you, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You shook your head no, and his smile only widened. "Suit yourself," he replied with a shrug. The bag at your side grumbled and wiggled as you took a step down. You patted the kitten gently and took another step only to have your right foot slip out from under you. The bark of the trunk dug into your palm as you caught yourself.

"Are you just gonna watch me or are you going to actually help?" You huffed loudly, glancing down at the handsome fireman. Without another word, he walked back to his truck, returning with an extendable ladder. You forced a smile as he leaned it against the tree and made his way up. He held out his hand for you, pulling you close once you took it. You were confused on the chest to chest positioning, but you wrapped your arms around him, holding tight as he climbed down.

"Thanks," you mumbled as you stepped away, dusting yourself off before noticing the blood dripping from the cut on your hand.

"Here let me see," he said softly as he gently grabbed your wrist and analyzed your injury. His palms were rough and calloused, which made sense, but they were warm and careful. You looked up at his face, and were mesmerized by his beauty. He was handsome from a distance, but up close he was almost ethereal with his sharp, angular features and his invitingly warm brown eyes with long dark lashes.

"No, it's fine," you protested with flushed cheeks as you pulled your hand away. You were sure he had caught you staring, but he didn't acknowledge it if he did. "Happens all the time," you explained as cooly as you could.

"You get stuck in trees all the time?" he giggled as he asked, and you couldn't help but notice the way his nose scrunched when he laughed.

"I wasn't stuck!" You replied, not failing to notice the inflection at the end. "Am I under arrest or can I get this baby home?" You hugged the bag at your side up to your chest, which made it let out a loud meow of displeasure.

He laughed again, tilting his head back a little this time. "You're free to go," he added with a smirk. "Have a good day, miss..." the pause and expectant look on his face made you blush.

"Y/n," you answered softly, hating how flustered you sounded. You recovered as much as you could, forcing a smile as he nodded and walked away, leaving you standing there dumbfounded and kicking yourself for not asking his name. "Better get you home, little guy," you whispered as you peeled into the bag. A soft rumble of purring was his reply.

*****

"Why am I doing this?" you muttered to yourself as you pulled in to the station parking lot. You parked in a spot near the door and picked up the plate of cookies from your passenger seat. The bay doors were open with a few guys outside washing the truck, but none of them looked like the one you were looking for. A wave of disappointment washed over you and you let out a sigh, but you weren't ready to give up, yet. You could still drop off the cookies at least.

"Hey! I'm so sorry to bother you guys, but I brought cookies," you announced as you walked up to the open garage doors. You were quickly ushered over to a large table covered in a mix of tools and snacks.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" a familiar voice asked from behind you, and you turned to see the handsome firefighter from last week sporting the same crooked grin. He had on a pair of khaki pants with a yellow reflective strip across the ankles, a pair of bright red suspenders, and a navy blue t-shirt with your city's fire station emblems on the right side of his chest and a name written in gold on the left side. D. Wagner.

"Oh, I-I was just coming to drop off some cookies.." you began as you motioned towards the plate with a weak smile. "Chocolate chip," you added quickly. This felt more embarrassing than you expected, but you had spent the last week thinking about him despite how hard you fought to distract yourself with work. His smile widened before suddenly dropping when his eyes landed on your palm.

"This looks awful!" He took your wrist, rotating your palm up in his hand. The cut hadn't healed properly, yet, but you'd had worse cuts from the animals you rescued. You tried to pull your hand away, but he wasn't letting go. Instead, he lead you over to the first aid kit already laid out on the other side of the table. You tried to wriggle free, but his grip didn't loosen as he began cleaning the cut gently and applying some ointment. You watched as he carefully wrapped your hand tightly and stuck his index finger under the bandage making sure it wasn't too tight. "That's better," he finished with a smirk. "Oh! How's the kitten?" He asked excitedly.

"He's doing great, actually. His new mom is coming to pick him up tomorrow," you said proudly. The little gray kitten, who you affectionately referred to as Smokey, had been an excellent distraction all week, running around recklessly and offering cuddles every time you sat down. "Thank you," you said softly, "for this..and the tree incident.." Your cheeks burned as you avoided eye contact. "I also wanted to apologize..." you trailed off as you glanced up at his face.

"Yeah?" He smiled as he spoke and put one hand on his hip while he waited for you to continue.

"Yeah.." you struggled to form words when he looked at you like that, like you were the most interesting person he'd ever met.

"You're not very good at this," he laughed and grabbed a cookie off the plate. "Cookies are good though," he mumbled with his mouth full. You crossed your arms as you processed your thoughts and tried to come up with a response. Suddenly an alarm went off and the whole station came to life. You felt like you moved in slow motion as they all got ready rapidly. You were still standing there astonished as you watched him climb onto the back of the truck as it rumbled to life.

"Wait! What's your name?" You shouted as they began to drive away.

"Danny!" He yelled back with a toothy grin. He said something else, but the siren kicked on and drowned him out. You waved as they sped away, yet again leaving you standing there dumbfounded.

"Danny.." you mused to yourself while looking down at your newly cleaned and bandaged hand. A gentle smile crept across your face, and you wondered when you would see him again.

#au fanfiction #greta van fleet #danny wagner #firefighter Danny #danny gvf #hearts aflame

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