#can't believe it's already so close; this is the second year in a row it's snuck up on me sadkjf;sdf

[the-shy-artisan]

quick doodle

i cannot believe i'm gonna be 32 next wednesday ;;;;;

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

The Diary of Tom Riddle- Tom Riddle x Reader - "Good" Ending.

pairing: Tom riddle x Fem reader

warnings: Horcruxes, Manipulation, Tom being Tom, side effects of being possessed, bleeding, self-harm, vomiting, (y/n) is going THROUGH it. horror elements. Tom Riddle.

summary: 16-year-old (y/n) finds a mysterious black book on the floor of after it slips out of Ginny Weasleys caldron, curious, she picks it up and keeps it-which leads to one thing after another and discovers the book is far more than it seems.

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 6- -Part 7- -Bad ending- -CC ending-

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(y/n)’s hands shook as she entered the restricted section for the third night in a row. She couldn’t believe she’d been getting away with this every night, far after curfew had ended. But finally-the book Tom had needed her to get was in sight and she snatched it from the shelf, casting a quick ‘Silencio’ before undoing the chains around it and opening it.

“Possessions and reanimations” she muttered under her breath, looking for those two particular chapters Tom had told her to find. He’d told her one of the only, safe, ways to get whatever was trying to possess her out was to force it into a new host-that way it would leave more…willingly and not try to cling to her soul that it was trying to take over.

Research in the other books Tom had told her to read only confirmed that theory. An exorcism would leave her drained and vulnerable for the spirit/demon/being to reattach to, and it took a good chunk of magic/demonic magic knowledge that she did not have.

With a quick glance at the pages, she cast a copy spell to the diary and shoved the book back into the shelf after re-chaining it. Filch now a days patrolled the hallway where Mrs. Norris had been petrified so she didn’t have to worry about him.

Hopefully.

She carefully snuck back out of the restricted section, avoiding the patrolling prefects on the way back to her dorm. She let out a harsh breath as she reached her dorm room-her roommates/friends already asleep.

She crept to her bed and closed the curtains, casting the muffling spell and opening the diary that she’d been clutching in her hand. The two chapters were inked into the pages now, Tom making notes before her very eyes.

Her eyes drew to the scribble of notes at the bottom page.

‘Need healing potion. Special potion required to work. Must be done on a full moon. Blood sample needed. Large cauldron needed. Spell circle needed.’

She watched him scribble more and more notes with interest, feeling very touched he was so determined to help her get the attached spirit off her and into a body of its own so she could be free of it and, maybe, kill it so it couldn’t wreak havoc on Hogwarts.

The page flipped on its own and she watched as he drew out several spell circles, attempting to find the right one that she would need to draw out in blood before starting the potion that would build the body for the spirit that had latched onto her.

Finally, Tom landed on the perfect spell circle, two actually, it was all nonsense to her since it was very old magic, but Tom wrote notes at the bottom for her, detailing the properties of the spell circles and the runes within them.

‘The first circle is a sealing spell so it can't go anywhere. The second is a protection circle for you so it can't latch back onto you.’

(y/n) nodded to herself at the notes, watching the page flip again as Tom wrote down more notes and potion ingredients for the potion she’d create.

Three days of this, of watching Tom go nuts with his writing, watching firsthand of his magical knowledge-at only 16, Tom had been insanely knowledgeable and a magical genius, to the point where his personality enchantment was too. It was comforting, knowing he was so proactive in making sure she was going to be okay, that he wanted to help her.

It made warm fluffy feelings grow in her chest and tummy.

It made her think, while Tom continued to write notes, that she had wished-more than once now-that Tom was real, well-alive….alive and her age. He most likely was still alive, probably in his 60s now, but she wished the Tom she’d gotten to know was alive, real, not just words on a page or a ghost-like thing or just a spell.

She wanted him to be real, touchable, breathing…warm.

She sighed, it would never happen-Tom was only a personality enchantment, the most he would be ever able to do was to materialize outside the diary for a limited time or pull her into his memories/the subspace of his spell-based mind.

More recently, especially since telling her he believed she was being possessed, he’d been materializing outside the diary every night, watching over her as she slept and comforting her when she had nightmares about that strange room. It was nice, really nice, a comfort she hadn’t had since before the school year started remerging with Tom being around every night.

Those nights, when he stuck around, his hand a feather-light weight on her shoulder or in her hair, it was easy to sleep.

Her eyes drew back down to the diary-where Tom’s words stared back at her.

‘When is the next full moon (y/n)?’

(y/n) furrowed her brows and grabbed her astrology homework, flipping through the notes she’d taken. It seemed the next full moon was this upcoming Saturday, and it was Thursday night/very early Friday now. She told as such to Tom, and he quickly wrote back to her.

‘Very good, the quicker this is done the better. Now. I need you to get these potion ingredients and bring them to the 2nd floor girls’ lavatory, the haunted one you’ve mentioned.’

(y/n) furrowed her brows, why that bathroom in particular?

“why that room in particular?”

‘It’s not that room exactly, but what it leads to. For this spell to work, you need to be where the spirit is strongest, or where it’s been residing, so it’s more willing to leave your body, and since it’s the heir of Slytherin attempting to possess you-you need to go into the chamber of secrets.’

(y/n)’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped open. “What?” she whispered under her breath, her quill shaking in her grip. She had to go into the chamber of secrets??? But how?! And how did Tom know how to get to it?? Was the entrance in the bathroom the whole damn time????

“how do you know where the entrance is?!”

‘I found it 50 years ago, during the attacks in 1942-3, while I was trying to hunt down the heir to stop the attacks. I couldn’t afford for Hogwarts to close, I didn’t have a home to go to, so I did what I had to do, and I found it. I couldn’t seal it off however, but maybe you can, or at least seal off most of the underground terrain.’

‘But I believe the heir died in the chamber attempting to find it, and 50 years ago attempted to do the same as they’re doing now-possessing someone to do the dirty work for them.’

(y/n) stared in horror at the page, her hand shaking. Dirty work for them…the heir of Slytherin had been possessing them and opening the chamber to attack muggleborns, so while she-technically-wasn’t responsible for all the attacks, she was being used as a host to open the chamber.

(y/n) took a deep breath, closing her eyes and strengthening her resolve.

“okay. What do I need to do?”

-

She spent the next whole day stealing potion ingredients from Snape’s potions cabinet, only getting a little at a time when he was off in classes, undoing the detection charm each time and then recasting it after relocking the door-Snape was none the wiser.

Tom really was a magical genius.

the day passed slowly, (y/n) watching the sky and clock anxiously as she waited for curfew to start and the full moon to be in the sky. Her friends noticed her anxiety, but she told them she was just stressed for exams since the distractions from the chamber hadn’t allowed much studying for everyone.

They understood and left her be after that.

After classes ended for the day, she rushed up to her dorm room, stowing away all the potion ingredients into the cauldron she’d hidden under her bed. She pushed the caldron back under the bedframe and hopped onto her bed, laying down.

She took a long deep breath, her eyes feeling heavy and her chest tight. She wanted to sleep, but was scared again-now knowing that when she did sleep-the heir could possess her with terrifying ease.

However Tom told her she should sleep a bit before going to the chamber, so she was fully rested and the strongest she could be before performing the spell.

So, she napped, and thankfully-when she woke up, she was still in her bed and her roommates were in the room, all chatting quietly in respect for her sleep. “Well good evening sleeping beauty,” her friend teased as she noticed (y/n) sitting up. “Have a good nap?”

(y/n) nodded, rubbing her eyes and then fixing her hair as she slid out of bed. It was about 6:30 now, time for dinner. Everyone crowded in the common room, waiting for Snape to arrive to take them to the Great Hall.

Dinner was a bit quiet, but (y/n) was nearly trembling with nerves, tonight would be the end of it. Tonight, the threat of the chamber of secrets would be defeated and things would finally go back to normal.

She eats her food faster than usual but tries to slow down so she didn’t look odd, and then as soon as she’s back in her dorm, she changes out of her robes and into some casual clothes, drawing the curtains around her bed and grabbing Tom’s diary from under her pillow.

“everything’s ready.”

The ink disappeared into the page and Tom’s elegant scrawl replaced it.

‘Very good. Well done (y/n),’

“thanks, im terrified.”

‘you’re being brave, and I commend you for that, what time is it now?’

(y/n) flushed at his compliment and looked at her watch. It was just about 7:15 now, the sun starting to set.

“7:15, its still a good while till the moon will be out.”

‘Very well,’

(y/n) talked to Tom a bit longer to ease her nerves, and soon enough her roommates were asleep, and it was way past curfew, the full moon visible through the windows that peered into the black lake.

She slowly slipped out of bed, slipping on her shoes and carefully taking the cauldron from below her bed, holding it carefully as she snuck out of her room, Tom’s diary and her wand tight in her other hand.

She crept out of the common room, swallowing harshly. She was all the way down in the dungeons and she had to get all the way up to the 2nd floor girls’ bathroom-where the ghost of Myrtle was-the girl who had died to the heir of Slytherin 50 years ago.

She could only imagine what could’ve happened if Tom hadn’t helped her discover the possession on her, maybe more deaths, maybe she would’ve been fully possessed and lost within her own body.

She swallowed down her fear and quietly walked through the torch-lit halls, slowly heading up each staircase-hiding every time she heard another footstep or the light of a patrolling professor or prefect.

She held her breath for a moment as she hid behind a pillar, her hand clutching her chest as she heard Professor Snape pass down the hallway behind her-exactly the hallway she had to go into.

She waited for a few long moments, waiting until the light from his wand was completely gone before she went for it, making it to the hall of moving staircases, which were hardly patrolled due to the complexity of it all.

She quickly made her way up the floors, pausing every time the staircase under her feet moved-waiting for it to move back to where she needed to go. Eventually, she got to the 2nd floor, sneaking down the hall, the caldron knocking against her legs every few seconds as she had to hold back from running to the bathroom.

Filch was asleep, snoring loudly, which covered up her footsteps and the creak of the door as she snuck into the bathroom. She let out a slow breath, casting a quick silencing charm to make sure no one heard her.

She turned to the sinks, her eyes drawing to the singular rusted sink, right in front of her. She set the cauldron down, walking towards the sink and attempted to turn the rusted sink on, but it didn’t. She gazed at the side of the nozzle, her fingers grazing the snake that was embedded into the metal.

This really was it, just like Tom said, this was the entrance to the chamber of secrets.

She swallowed harshly, taking a step back, looking at the sink structure as a whole. She took a deep breath, remembering the hissing language from her dreams, licking her lips.

“O-open,” She spoke in parseltongue, clumsy and she hoped she said the right thing, but it seems she had-the top part of the sink lifted into the air, her eyes going wide at the sight, next the sinks all slowly shifted apart to show a large opening-the sink with the snake embedding sinking into the floor-a grate sliding over it, allowing direct passage into the dark tunnel that went straight down.

The chamber of secrets had been beneath the castle all this time, which made her wonder-when plumbing had been implemented into the castle, how had it not been found? Surely it had a different entrance back then???

She shook her head, sighing, that was a thought for later. She picked up the cauldron, stepping closer to the tunnel edge. She looked over the edge, pursing her lips at the pitch black that enveloped the tunnel.

She clutched the caldron, casting a quick charm so nothing fell out, and jumped down.

Wind rushed past her ears and her hair flew up. She let out a scream as she descended into the tunnels below the castle, tumbling out of the pipe and onto a harsh pile of…she looked down and then instantly stood up, clutching the cauldron.

Bones.

Animal bones thankfully, but still bones. She took a shuddering breath and looked away, taking her wand out of her jumper pocket and holding it up. “Lumos,” she murmured, her wand illuminating her way as she delved deeper into the caverns beneath Hogwarts.

All around her she could hear the echo of dripping water, the sound of her feet hitting the ground, and her own breathing.

She covered her mouth and slammed into a stalagmite, a short scream escaping her as she looked upon the humongous snakeskin in front of her. It had to be at least 70 feet long, maybe more. What the fuck? Was this the skin of the monster of Slytherin?

Something clicked in her head-the monster was a basilisk. It only made sense. She shook her head, taking a deep breath and continuing, carefully maneuvering around the basilisk skin. The tunnel went deeper and deeper-curving further and further below Hogwarts, until finally she reached a wall guarded by two snakes, their eyes replaced with glittering emeralds.

They seemed to stare back at her, waiting for her to do something. She swallowed harshly and clumsily spoke parseltongue again. “Open,” she let out a breath as the snakes unraveled from each other, a slit in the wall appearing and the snakes now acting as hinges as the wall opened like a set of double doors.

She remembered seeing this in her nightmares.

She took a shuddering breath stepping into the chamber of secrets. Instantly she felt a chill go up her spine, looking into the long dark hallway that led deeper into the chamber of secrets. The stone path was wet-the sound of water dripping echoing through the massive space. On either side of her were rows and rows of serpent statues that curled up into the very very tall ceiling.

She swallowed down her nerves-clutching the cauldron handle in her fist. This was it, this was it. She was going to expel the heir of Slytherin from her soul and trap it in a body to seal it away so it couldn’t open the chamber of secrets or possess anyone ever again.

She nearly sped walked to the front of the chamber, looking up at the gigantic stature of Salazar Slytherin, that seemed to sneer down at her-as if it knew she was a muggleborn tramping upon his sacred space. She frowned, casting a drying charm on the floor beneath her and undoing the sticking charm on the cauldron, taking out everything she needed.

First things first, the spell circles. She took her wand, closing her eyes and turning her head away, slicing into her wrist to draw blood. She instantly felt queasy-even though usually blood didn’t make her queasy-but the reasoning for this time did.

She took a deep shaky breath and waved her wand over her wound, beginning to make the two spell circles Tom had drawn out in the diary for her, the diary open in front of her for reference. Soon they were drawn, and the runes glowed lightly, shimmering in the eerie green gloom of the chamber.

Next, she set up the cauldron. “Incendio,” she murmured, starting a fire and then setting the cauldron atop it after filling it with water. She flipped to the diary page where Tom had written down the potion ingredients.

She held her arm over the water-that was just starting to simmer-letting her blood drip down into the water. After that she healed her arm with a quick charm and covered it back up with her jumper sleeve, grabbing the other potion ingredients that were all set up in front of her crossed legs.

Crushed unicorn horn, boomslang skin, knot grass, crushed bone, and finally-she shuddered, looking down at her thumb and bringing it up to her mouth-biting off some of the skin that poked out near the nail, putting it in the potion. Flesh.

The potion boiled and bubbled a sickly peachy color, and she swallowed, she wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen now. Suddenly her vision went fuzzy, and she felt warmth drip from her nose-fuck fuck fuck-she dabbed her nose and saw the black inky blood from the week before. She swallowed hard-and then suddenly her hand was moving on its own, like a puppet on a string.

Her fingers closed around Tom’s diary, and she breathed hard-her eyes going wide as she picked up Tom’s diary and held it over the cauldron. “Wait-no-“ She whispered-not wanting to lose Tom-was the heir trying to get rid of the only thing capable of helping her?!

The diary dropped into the cauldron and (y/n) lurched forward, feeling a hot wet heat bubble out of her eyes and mouth, black ink like blood dripping down her skin-staining it. Her vision blurred in and out of focus as she watched the potion bubble and condense, the ink dripping from her eyes and mouth moving on its own towards the cauldron.

She tried to move back but the spell circle below her prevented her from moving too far-the magic pressed against her back as the 2nd spell circle drew the condensing potion and the ink blood towards it, the two combining and growing into a humanoid form.

She tried to wipe the ink-blood from her face, only smearing it and staining her hands, she gasped helplessly, feeling very lost now-Tom was supposed to help her-he was supposed to tell her what to do next after the heir was sealed.

She felt a hand curl under her chin and her eyes snapped up-her heart stopped.

“…T…Tom?” she asked, quietly…horrified. There he was, in flesh and blood and color. He smirked, looking down at the cauldron separating them and kicking it aside, the now empty cauldron clanging loudly on the chamber floor, rolling away and into the water that lined the hallway path.

(y/n) watched it roll into the water before a smooth, charming, soft and calculating voice interrupted her thoughts. “You played your part perfectly, my dear,” Tom’s voice cooed, his fingers tugging at her chin again to make her look back up at him-her breathing getting faster by the second.

“You-you-“ (y/n) stuttered, unable to make her thoughts coherent. What was going on? Why had Tom emerged from the potion? Where was the heir of Slytherin who’d been possessing her?

He seemed to hear her jumble of thoughts, and he chuckled, kneeling before her and taking her face-cupping it in his palm, his thumb rubbing across the ink/blood that stained her cheeks and lips. “So oblivious my dear, can you not see the obvious before you?” Tom cooed, squishing her cheeks and making her sit up on her knees to bring her closer to him, his breath ghosting over her face-warm and real.

She shook in his grip, her brows furrowed as she breathed heavily and quickly. Tom chuckled, deep and…dark, the smirk on his lips growing to a grin, he leaned closer to her, his nose brushing against hers-his skin pale in the eerie green gloom of the chamber.

“I am the heir of Slytherin, you were simply a pawn in my game.” He whispered, his thumb brushing against her cheek-almost lovingly. (y/n)’s eyes widened further somehow, and she let out a short gasp and Tom chuckled again, standing up, still holding her chin-not allowing her to back away from him.

“You-you…lied to me,” she whispered, tears, stained dark like ink, bubbling down her face. Tom gave her a slight pout, squishing her cheeks and shaking her head gently.

“I never lied, I simply…omitted some truths. Though I did not lie when I said I grew fond of you,” Tom cooed, forcing her to her feet and pulling her into his arms, his grip like an inescapable vice. “My plans for you changed long ago, and now-I’ll be keeping you, my dear.” Tom hummed, his hand tangling into her hair and tugging it to yank her head back.

“W-what?” (y/n) whispered, breathing heavily as she stared at Tom in horror. “You-you tricked me!” She nearly yelled, finding her voice and Tom only smirked, his arm around her waist impossibly tight.

“I did.” He hummed, gazing at her with dark hooded eyes, the brown of his eyes still so clearly visible even in the dark of the chamber of secrets. “And you were too easy to fool my dear-well have to work on that-but lucky for you, you’re entertaining.”

(y/n) swallowed harshly, opening her mouth to curse him out but he yanked her hair again and nearly squished her face into his, his eyes boring into hers. “You’re mine, (y/n),” he said, and she hated how good it sounded when Tom said her name. “And now we are bound by magic itself, your blood runs through my veins, your flesh is my own, your soul intertwined with mine,” A near psychotic grin grew on his lips, his eyes glinting with madness. “you’re. Mine.”

(y/n) shook in his grip, pushing at his chest but his forehead pushed against hers, their hair blending together. He smelled like metal and cologne. “Mine.” Tom whispered one last time, pressing his lips to hers.

-“Good” ending-

welp...there it issss~! hope you guys liked thaatttt, i had so much fun writing itttttt CC ending coming soon! since that was the 2nd most voted on for the poll, bad ending will be posted last :3

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[sgiandubh]

No lies last forever, part 2: the (over)due confirmation

With the Happy Sad Confused Tenth Anniversary Live Special being made available online, I think all doubts have now been lifted about the entire Intergalactic Bullshit this fandom has been deliberately fed for years and years in a row, by a cheap, sad troll and his accomplice. Both imbeciles' determination being only matched by the cast's complete indifference to fandom drama and, as I already wrote (https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/764711074507390976/no-lies-last-forever?source=share), ***'s incompetent, tone-deaf PR.

You can watch the entire recording here, by the way:

The part where S specifically addresses his (non-existent) 'friendship' with William Shatner has been explicitly planted by the end of Jack Quaid's dedicated segment. That it has been discussed and planned prior to the show is obvious. And this time, Josh Horowitz wasn't even subtle - he announced the topic way before it 'spontaneously' popped into the conversation (39:42):

Transcription follows:

Josh Horowitz (JH): 'So, what's the dream for further voiceover roles, do you want a Pixar movie, do you want Outlander -the cartoon, what do you want?'

[laughter throughout the panelists]

S: 'Oh, I'm a Star Trek fan, actually' [women in the audience boo and shout - I wonder why, seriously], 'I am a Star Trek fan, I grew up watching Next Gen, so maybe Below Decks is... come on, guys.. '

[Note: yeah, he's such a fan, he has no idea the correct name of the cartoon spin-off, in which Jack Quaid has a voiceover role, is Star Trek: Lower Decks]

JH: 'We'll get him out in a second' [note: Jack Quaid], we'll talk some Star Trek, amazing...'

See? Not even subtle, if you ask me. I think this is something S wanted out for a good while now. It doesn't erase or even ease the pain and the trauma brought to so many people in this fandom by a pair of idiotic bullies, but I think it was very brave of him and, at any rate, it's better later than never.

And so, I waited. And waited. And waited. And then, here it went (01: 02: 54):

JH (consulting notes):' Um, we also should mention Star Trek: Lower Decks, we talked Star Trek a little bit earlier...'

Jack Quaid (JQ):'And, by, the way, this is the last season of Lower Decks, but we would have loved to have you! What the fuck, I didn't know you watched the show! [inaudible, if someone caught it properly, something like 'that was so close', I'd love to know more and especially who said it - thank you] Unbelievable!'

S: ' That is so cool, man!'

JQ: 'Oh, thank you, dude! Oh, yeah, hey, let's get rendered (?), let's do this, we keep going, let's get him on, let's do it!'

JH: 'Isn't...isn't William Shatner a big Outlander fan? I feel like he is...'

S (very uneasy): 'Ah... erm... yeah... (scratches back of his head)...I hung out with him once, we went to his stables and I watched him like riding a horse and stuff.... And, I don't know, it was really weird, cause sometimes I wonder if I am speaking to him via messages and stuff, or if it's actually his assistant [JQ: 'oooh!'], I don't know...'

JQ: 'Does his assistant look a lot like him?'

S (chuckles): 'Kind of...Yeah, you can't tell them apart. Yeah, no, but I believe he was a fan, until he saw me ride'.

Despite the jocular tone, I think everything is pretty much clear, here. Definitely a prepared conversation, despite Horowitz's efforts to make it sound playful and spontaneous. Something he even took prior notes about and made sure to include in the panel - nothing more serious than that, in fact. As for the sad cretin mentioned there, what would be left to say... S sent the guy to Coventry in barely two phrases and actually poked fun at his appearance and demeanor ('you can't tell them apart'). So long for the fictional 'friendship' and 'communication' between S and The Assistant, so long for the braggadocio that horrible little man exhibited all the way, pretending he actually had a personal relationship with S (well, as we all see, he actually doesn't: he doesn't even have a name, in S's book, as acquaintances, let alone friends, do). His only claim to fame was what, in reality? Answering some X DMs sent by S to his employer? Hello? How about his threats, then? How about his repeated calumny of people he didn't even know, calling them 'crazies', 'in need of medical attention', etc?

And please, don't come after me with that sorry excuse that 'it's S's humor'. There was nothing humorous about it and I have proven it already.

I will leave you draw your own conclusions about the non existent friendship with Shatner, something that has probably been 'encouraged' ex nihilo by *** and taken to dramatic cheapness and conflict with and within this fandom by The Assistant himself, mainly, and his friend, the OG Troll. I do not remember hearing/seeing Shatner himself saying all those horrible things (please correct me if I am wrong), so until I am proven the contrary, it's only logical to have many thoughts and questions about these people's strange, very strange obsession with OL and its two main co-stars.

Not to mention the most idiotic threat I have ever read in this fandom. Something I fell upon by absolute chance this morning. I mean, I couldn't even believe people actually bought such primitive, kindergarten bullshit:

[July 29th, 2017]

' Do you still want OL to continue or not, people?'

Empty, illogical threats: why would *** cancel its actual cash cow show, just because two co-stars had something SO obvious, that people realized there was more than the official narrative to it? And what about the crazy story about Albrecht & co. investigating and allegedly menacing fans with going to court? Has this cretin ever realized the potential media scandal would have far outweighed the inanity of such a claim? That it could very well have a serious impact on ***'s company profile and future projects, even?

I really, really think both of these Unsavory Clowns should find another playground and another obsession to cling on (wasn't the first, would not be the last). Elsewhere. In a galaxy far, far away.

PS: Thank you, regular attendee who bravely spilled the tea and thank you, old shipper who came forward and confirmed. And many heartfelt thanks to all of you shippers, old and new, who also bravely stepped forward with their personal take on everything these two have done to this place.

Dare we hope this is the beginning of the end? What is sure, is that no lies last forever. Or as we say in Romanian: minciuna are picioare scurte și adevărul o ajunge/'a lie's got short legs and truth will always catch up with it'.

[Later edit]: edited to add a new, improved clip that actually does include the entire conversation.

[reallyromealone]

Ganon omegaverse 3

Fandom: the legend of zelda

Warnings: omegaverse, male reader, Zelda isn't good in this

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(name) wasn't sure what to do, with these new freedoms he previously lacked back at Hyrule Castle, Ganon letting him wander around the palace AND THE CITY! With guards of course but still! He wasn't allowed to leave the grounds back home... Well he supposed this would be his home now.

That was something to get used to, things he was noticing back with his sister that left a sour taste in his mouth...

Why did she do what she did?

Why did she lock him away the way she did?

(Name) didn't know if he would get the answers he wanted to know or at least honest ones...

"Over the years we have expanded the town, it's not as big as Hyrule Castle town but it is impressive on its own" a guard explained as she showed him around the merchants row, before the palace entrance that surprised (name) at how accessible it was "unlike Hyrule Castle, we firmly believe the people should not be barred from visiting the palace-- of course there's times where it's not possible such at night but closing the palace from its people seems unreasonable to us"

"We believe in transparency to the people, of course they can't go anywhere they want in the palace but they are welcome to visit the throne room or see the public areas with the understanding of respect"

(Name) was fascinated by this information, the palace he knew was very closed off and from what he knew, very different from the rest of the kingdom in terms of wealth, the valley was much more forgiving and attentive to their people.

Zelda was a good queen, he knew this but he also knew she often focused on her own adventures and left the responsibilities to her second in command.

"There's so much I must learn..."

"And you will in time, you will have the rest of your life to learn" (name) nodded as he was slowly brought to the private dining area, unlike back home it wasn't stiff and cold, regal still but it felt....warm.

There was a low table with many bowls and plates with delicious looking foods as Ganon waited for his fiance to join him "how was your day, my star?" Ganon had grown to call (name) pet names, my beloved, my star... Many sweet words that made (name) flustered, his body warm with each sweet word.

"We went throughout the city today, one of the vendor ladies gave me this! I tried to pay her but she refused, she said "a gift to our future queen" the piece in question was one the made Ganon nearly blush, it was a fertility amulet.

"It looks very lovely on you" Ganon said as he led the Omega to sit in his lap, the Hylian dwarfing in comparison as they began eating, (name) finding he quite enjoyed spicy foods that the desert offered "try this!" Ganon already knew what all the foods presented tasted like but gave into his mates whims, eating the food presenting "very good, my love" his words rumbled through (name)s body, Ganon liked having his omega perched in his lap, so small and cute...

Ganon liked having (name) accompanying him during his royal business, include him on things and let him know how things worked And have an intimate knowledge in Ganons life.

"Our trade routes should alternate to this come winter months" Uberosa pointed to the map, an alternative map to get to the Bazaar "the merchants coming from the east have been notified through notices at inns and ranches" she explained as (name) looked curiously at the large map "This will also be the route we take for the wedding, I assume?" The concept of the wedding was both nerve-wracking and exciting at the same time, to think they should have been married for much longe...

Ganon gently pumped out pharamones as to calm the Omega, knowing he was nervous about his sister but Ganon knew she wouldn't try anything as to not disrupt the peace.

Going to war with the Guredo was a death wish after all.

"The wedding will be held at the temple of time now that it's been restored" Uberosa pointed to the map and (name) seemed excited, having never gotten to see it repaired.

Ganon worried (name) would grow bored when Ganon had to leave him, but the Alpha was pleasantly surprised to see (name) helping the teachers with the pups, the little girls wanting (name) to play with them the second they saw him as he was the only Voe outside of Ganon himself who they were allowed to look at, omegas were always deemed safe to the Guredo people.

"He will make a fine dam, brother" Uberosa said as Ganon gazed from a window, a soft look on his face "he will raise wonderful children if they get his attitude... God help if they turn out like you" the elder teased as Ganon huffed with false annoyance "he will be wonderful"

"Any word from the princess?"

"She's been quiet, she made many people upset with her actions and is most definitely doing damage control" he said methodically and Uberosa laughed slightly "she could have started a war, thankfully her brother is less selfish"

"His priority is always those around him, like a true Omega"

"You better spoil him to make sure he cares for himself"

"I already have things on the way"

Ganons clothes were going missing, mainly his shirts, thankfully he had an abundance due to needing to change from the heat.

Something Ganon took notice of was that (name) hadn't started nesting while here, weeks passing and the Omega seemed nervous when offered nesting materials "I-im allowed...?"

"Why wouldn't you be allowed, little one?" Uberosa asked the other who bit his lip, Ganon having a bad taste in his mouth as (name)s words confirmed his suspicions "w-wouldnt it be an inconvenience? I'm a royal Omega, it's unsightly for us to nest, no?"

"(Name), nesting is a basic instinct for all omegas, it doesn't matter what status you are, not nesting can affect your physical and mental wellness" Uberosa knelt down to the sitting Omega who seemed uncomfortable "I... I just don't want to inconvenience you all with my Omegan problems..."

"You have never and will never be a problem to us" Ganon was serious as he was half ready to start war over this but knew better, soon (name) will never have to deal with that again, he would be free to do as he pleased.

It took another week for (name) to try and make a nest, shy and nervous about it though happy Ganon gave him a spare room connecting to the bedroom "such a beautiful nest my Star" Ganon comforted (name) who looked at him for approval, his mood something new to Ganon compared to the others he was used to "we will get you even more nesting materials if you desire" he would have the finest materials sourced for his mate, anything for him.

[aangelinakii]

TROPHY WINNER LOVE.

— two trophies on his arm... if you let him.

summary : your relationship with quarterback, clark kent, has been kept under wraps. but now he's had his big win, and he wants to go public!

note : i wrote this on different days so i think i accidentally switched tenses so sorry 😭😭

metropolis arrows have just won against the gotham city panthers in the biggest game in the season, and clark kent — the arrows' star quarterback — is stood before a plethora of reporters, a huge golden trophy the shape of a football in his grip, looking small beside his muscles.

even if you aren't an arrows fan, nobody can deny his star power; that manly, kind charm of his. especially when faced with so many reporters. his pearly white teeth seem to glow with each camera flash.

"so, we've heard you have a special someone at home," one reporter asks. and it's true — it's you. and it's a miracle your relationship has managed to stay out of the tabloids this long, coming on a year. "are you going to be celebrating the win with them?"

at the mention of you — although not you — clark's smile widens, reaching his eyes. a smile meant for the two of you, not the cameras. and he doesn't hesitate to respond.

"of course. not only is this a great win for the team, but also all of our partners who've had to deal with our constant training. they're the true troopers, not us."

and the crowd bubbles with a rich laughter.

before he can choose the next question, another reporter blurts out, "who are they? you've been together so long, and absolutely nothing! surely, with such a momentous win, you can reveal their identity?"

clark's smile falters slightly, and from where you're sitting amongst the reporters, your stomach squirms.

of course. those reporters are always looking for a story. they don't care about the game, about the playoff. just the drama, the gossip.

it takes clark a moment to mull over his words before gets to a reply. his bright blue eyes scan the crowd, and, as they meet yours, he can't help the way his smile widens. your own lips mimic the movement, undeniably head over heels for the man.

and you nod, only causing his smile to tug into a great grin, and his eyes tug away, not wanting to reveal such an intimate interaction to the onlookers.

"well, they're in this room actually..." he speaks into the middle microphone, leaning in slightly, his smile growing playful.

anyone in the spotlight can agree, it's fun to mess with the reporters sometimes. after all, most of them deserve it.

whispers clutter the packed conference room, and no one seems to notice as clark's eyes land on yours again.

dribbles of sweat linger along his hairline, down his temple, fresh-faced from the winning game, and his already-big frame looks stronger in his blue jersey.

"darling?" clark spoke into the mic, eyes unwavering on yours. "care to join me?"

although nervous to be revealing your identity in front of a room-load of newspaper and magazine reporters, you couldn't be happier to be sharing this moment with clark. your clark, who'd assisted in winning the trophy in the last minutes remaining. and so you stood.

immediately, the room began to chatter once more, louder this time, accompanied by the blinding flashes of cameras; ones you'd managed to avoid for so long.

this was a defining moment, and you couldn't believe it was happening.

time slowed as you stepped from your row of seats and walked up to the front of the conference room to join him. without a second thought, eyes never leaving yours, clark's free arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close into his side.

with him here, the recorders and cameras didn't seem so daunting. he was used to this, and you knew that, in dating him, you'd have to get used to it, too. best to start sooner rather than later. and here you were.

from the side of the room, clark's agent managed to calm down the room, and urged only one reporter to speak at a time, choosing one in the corner to do so first.

"tell us about yourself, and do you have any words to say about mr kent's win?"

oh, goodness. never had anyone wanted you to speak so badly, and really care enough about what you were going to say to write an entire article about it.

the words lingered on the tip of your tongue, and you hesitated a moment before leaning into the microphones slightly, clark's grip on your shoulder comforting.

"my name is (name), and i am currently dating metropolis arrows qb, clark kent," you began, still at unease, especially when camera began to flash again. "we met last summer, and i was on vacation on a little island in greece at the same time as clark and some of his team members. i've always been a fan of the arrows — but not die-hard, just because my family supported — and, well, we saw them, my dad wanted some photos because that's what he likes. and, well..." you took a moment to glance back up at clark with a grin, before turning back to the crowd. "clark's gorgeous."

despite the seats chuckling, clark's hearty, although bashful laugh tickled the shell of your ear. something so intimate about being able to make a grown man laugh like that.

"we met again back in metropolis, and that's that."

you took a few moments to breathe, just breathe, and clark held you closer to his side. he knew how nervous you were about this, not one for the spotlight, but he could and would teach you how to cope.

"about his win, i'm just going to say i couldn't be prouder, for both him and his team. this is their win just as much as clark's. and to many more!"

with this, you took a step back, and clark held the trophy out to you. when you reached for it, it was much heavier than you'd expected, but you held it high, grinning as cameras blinked and flashed.

what a headline.

[somewherebetweendisorder]

We'll Do It Together

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, angst, angst. talk of self harm and depression

A/N: originally posted to my old blog (basicallybats). this is a heavy fic, so please pay attention to the warnings. if this isn't for you, just skip it. thank you for reading <3

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Everyone has bad days. It's a small fact, one that borders on myth in a broken mind, but you repeat it as if nothing else could ever be true. Everyone has bad days, and some people have good days. Some people have enough of both that they blend together into a halfway decent life, void of some constant edge of panic. You are not one of those people. 

When it rains it pours, the juxtaposition has never been lost on you and follows you like a dark cloud born from its literal verbiage, disheartening, suffocating. The heat of a storm brewing thick around you, promising only bad bad things. 

The walls close in, floor cold and barren beneath your naked feet, the bathroom too small, and too large all at once. Moments ago you were sure you were cracking right in front of Steve. Now, behind the locked door, the tears are dissipating, calming like the ocean, deceptive and wild. Untameable. Like the emotions warring within, bloody and hardened by the years spent compressing it all down, refusing to let it show. 

The bitter gnawing grows, teeth worn and dull, chewing painful, uneven holes through your nerves, craggy and prone to infection. A cursory glance around the tiny bathroom leaves nothing to relieve the itch. You're at work, you really couldn't help anything now anyway, but you'll look. You'll look and wish, taking note of every possible solution. You shake your head, failing to dislodge the thoughts, failing to do anything but rattle your aching head more than it already was. 

You flush the toilet to make this absence believable, just in case anyone, namely Steve, is close enough to hear. Crank the lever on the paper towel dispenser loudly, once twice three times, tearing off the sheet and wadding it up. Guilt pricks your skin at the waste, at the act, at the lies. 

The door opens with a loud squeal, hinges protesting your exit, a loud argument, alerting anyone nearby that you've reemerged. You walk down the main aisle, scanning the store for Steve. He's on his knees, putting the well-loved copy of Back to the Future on the shelf, scooting his bin of movies along the floor as he moves further down to replace the next VHS. He looks up as you hover at the end of the row, eyebrows raised in a silent question, head tilted back to meet your eyes. 

"Everything okay?"

You open your mouth, close it, chew on your lip, enjoying the slight bite of pain, the way the flesh gives beneath the pressure of your teeth. If you bit just a little harder, blood would tease your tongue, copper flooding your senses. It's what you want. Why not give yourself satisfaction? 

Steve waits, concern taking hold of his face with each passing second. He's rising to his feet and stepping closer to you before you know what's happening, hand extended, intent on grasping your own. It would at least, if you didn't jerk back, shocked; aghast. 

"Baby?" He pulls his hand back, fingers limp, rejected, hazel eyes a bit more green in this light. "Y/N?"

"What?"

You can't remember what he asked, eyes stuck on his pocket knife, fixated, wishing it was in your hands. You've done so well today. Woke when your alarm went off, got dressed, made yourself presentable, smiled at every patron who came through the doors today. How delicious your reward would be, sweet little ribbons of pain, earned by your careful performance. You deserve it. Some wild spell falls over you, whispers in your ear to take his knife, use it right here, right now. 

It's that voice that pushes you into his arms. There is no grace, no poise, no tenderness in the way you fall into him. It is all raw emotion, mixed-up thoughts, and tattered nerves, as you run from the darkness propagating in your blood. 

"You're scaring me, baby. What is going on?"

"I am-" You can't finish, words thick and rough, dying on your vocal cords, soundless, a plea to be saved. Like a splinter in your throat, shards of emotion making it impossible to speak, fragments of thought stealing away your breath. "I am unwell, Steve. I'm sick."

"Okay, okay Y/N. What- uh, what hurts? Your head, your stomach?"

You crane your head back, hands firm on his cheeks, demanding as you move his head down so his eyes meet yours with little care. When he takes in your gaze, nearly lifeless, dead, and walking he feels his heart speed up. It's an unnatural pace, beating with the threat of something akin to cardiac arrest. The look in your eyes... He's seen it before. Empty, vacant. It's like you said, you're sick, he can see it now clearly, bleeding into the air around you. 

"No Steve. My brain, it's- I want to hurt myself. Badly. Like I have, like I used to. It's just- Just too much right now. I can't-"

You suck in a breath, winded from that explanation. Tired, like your bones are liquifying, muscles atrophying at an unprecedented rate. You're withering away right before his eyes. And how could he not have noticed sooner? He thinks back as his arms tighten around you, recalling the smiles that he swears reached your eyes, the laughs that bubbled out of you at his shitty jokes, the friendly tone you took with the kids. Where were the signs?

"Okay, baby. It'll be okay. I-"

Steve doesn't know what to say. Who really helped him fight back the unending dark of depression? He still feels it on a bad day, but never like this, never like you. He wants you as close as possible, wishes he could crawl inside your mind and kill all the nasty thoughts, voices that whisper you deserve to hurt, whatever demon makes you crave pain. You're too fucking good for that. 

"I'm sorry."

It's a broken whisper, drawing him fully back to the moment, aware of your tears seeping through his shirt, warm and rapid. "No. No, don't ever apologize. It's nothing I could ever hold against you. It's... We'll face it together."

He wants to hold you gently, tenderly, but his heart won't let him. His arms are tight around you, too tight, but maybe that's okay. Maybe sometimes the most tender thing a person can do is hold you so tight you might break under their grip. 

It seems to work, it keeps you here; how could you run anyway? How could you run when your body is so wracked by sobs, so consumed by deep-seated grief? One you can't explain, you've never known where it came from. It works, Steve's embrace, it keeps you grounded, threatens to bruise in the best way, a hot sort of love seeping into your chilled flesh, thawing something you worried was dead. 

"I don't want you to hurt. I- I get it, I do. But if you can, I would rather you tell me. Talk to me about what is hurting before you-"

"Try to cut it out?"

The words you offer so simply make his chest hurt, ache like there's no air in his lungs and he can't catch his breath. "Yes, before you do that. Please?"

He feels you squeeze him, trying to get closer, trying to explain it all. Words fail you. "I can't promise. But I- I'll try."

"That's all I want, Y/N. Just try. Let me in, let me help if I can. You don't have to do this alone."

Neither one of you is sure who initiates it, but you're both moving to the floor, Steve kneeling, you scrambling messily into his lap, face pressed into his neck, tears slowing but not stopping, right in the middle of Family Video. No one else is here, the day oddly slow, as if time has stopped for this moment. 

Steve doesn't want to let you go. It's a hard sort of love, rough, ragged, nearly ugly in its rawness. But this moment of weakness, this vulnerability, this battle shared between partners is the most tender image he could ever conjure. He wouldn't change it for the world. And he'll be here with you no matter what. 

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton, p3, during the post-race press conference, canada - june 18, 2023 (transcription under the cut)

Interviewer: "Lewis, coming to you now. Very well done, your third podium of 2023, your second in a row. How much satisfaction did this afternoon give you?" Lewis: "It's been a great weekend. Very difficult, with the conditions, but yeah, loving being in the car, with the car now in a better window and a bit more in the right track, and for us to be up there having battles with Fernando in the Aston, and being just on the second row, has been great, and to be on the podium two races in a row is really fantastic for us. We were also running fourth in Moanco, so we're definitely getting closer. It's gonna be a battle of development, I guess, over the rest of the season. I reckon Max's team are already working on next year's car, so we need to take our eye a little bit off the ball and focus on next year also, but yeah, happy to be up there." Interviewer: "Tell us a little bit more about your battle with Fernando. Having followed the Aston up close for so many laps, where were the differences in your cars?" Lewis: "Lower speed rear end. His rear end… I got to experience being behind Max, and his rear is very strong. [laughs] His rear end doesn't move and he pulls ten car lengths, probably, on me just coming out of the corners. But I think Fernando's very, very strong on the brakes and particularly very, very quick through turn ten and turn two. Those places, he was taking huge chunks out of me." Interviewer: "Alright. Very well done to you." [time jump] Journalist: "Jesús Balseiro, Diario AS. Question for the three of you: What's the feeling when you share a flat-out race together, the only three world champions on this grid, especially because the three of you haven't had a fight together for the last ten years; or maybe Max and Fernando, never. What are you feeling during this kind of race?" Lewis: "Not much more to add, but I agree with Fernando. It's just a privilege to be up here, fighting with these two who have done incredible in their careers, and this is quite an iconic top three. I don't know if there's been a top three like this ever before. I don't believe there has. But yeah, so hopefully there will be more, and I hope… As Fernando said, there's a lot of respect between us as we're able to race so closely and trust in one another, so I'm really hoping at some stage we have a more level playing field in our cars and then we're having much more exciting race, I think, in future." [time jump] Journalist: "A question for Lewis. Stu Cowan, Montreal Gazette. With Red Bull winning every race so far this season, Lewis, does a sense of frustration set in that you simply can't catch Max in the car that he's driving?" Lewis: "I'm beyond frustration… It's not a frustration anymore, if it ever was. [laughs] You know how it is, and you know what you're faced with, and there's nothing I can do about their amazing performance. It's likely that they will win every race moving forwards this year, unless the Astons and us put a lot more performance on the cars or their car doesn't finish, but yeah, it's not easy with the regulations to find the amount of performance that they have, advantage-wise. They've got to be thirty points up on us in certain points through the lap, and yeah, we've got some work to do, but… It's not as frustrating. As I said, I look forward to… I'm happy to firstly be back in the mix, and I'm just hoping at some stage we can have a little bit more level so we can get back to some of the good races we had back in 2021, and to have all three of us in a super tight battle would be sick."

[to-all-the-stories-i-love]

Special Gift for Contribution of Liveliness and Aliveness to and of baeklination blog in the Year of 2022:

Yes, I'm a bit late, but it got a bit cramped at the end of the year (but it's not season based anyway).

Warnings/Contains: I'll let it be a surprise, but SMUT 🔞, wc: 1,5k

NOTE: When I did the FS:Yoga you had a tag about pilates daydreaming (not to put you on blast here). I felt it was too close to yoga to do an official on, but it gave me the idea of writing a little something up sometime - and since "sometime" has a way of coming 'round faster than we expect I still remembered it a year later. You might be able to glean a few references as well. Anyhow, hope you like it.

Thank you 💚

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It's inevitable. Baekhyun does his best to send a message - not interested - by keeping to the right, yet there it is; a leaflet pushed into his hand. After a quick scan he can say it honestly:

"Pilates? Not really my thing."

When he tries to hand it back, the woman puts her hand up, rejecting his gesture with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Give it a go. You might like me more than you think."

Somewhat amused by her wording, he chuckles and continues for his car, skimming through the advertisement as he goes, but pauses between opening the door and getting in. Putting thumb and index in his mouth he lets out a short wolf whistle and the woman turns towards him, raising an eyebrow at his cocky ways, but without paying it any mind (because she probably doesn't mind) he holds up the leaflet:

"So what's your name..!" 

"Jamie..!"

•

You can't believe it. Although you sort of can, counting in the cocky nature of him. 

There, in the furthest row back, farthest right, he sits on a mat in all black everything - tee, tights, and the shorts over - smiling. He looks rather pompous, but oh, he must be fun, coming all the way down here to jump through hoops.

"I'll start with a welcome back to my regulars and a welcome to the newcomers. I'm Jamie, your instructor for today. Feel free to introduce yourselves, maybe a bit about any previous experience with Pilates or exercising."

You're always sincere when asking, but today you're a bit extra sincere; curious about him. And so it is that Baekhyun is his name and he's into classic weight training. 

It's natural for anyone unacquainted to struggle somewhat, but as time ticks by he's showing to be less stiff than the usual "weighter" - a plus in the margins - but his already developed core also makes some things easier for him, which is why you stop by his side during your walk-around when they do bridges.

"It's too easy for you, right?"

"Bland."

"Okay", you say, raising your voice to signal your message is for the entire class. "If you're comfortable with the exercise as is, then continue. If you want to up the resistance …grab the circle next to you and place it between your knees like this."

Baekhyun doesn't mind being the instrument of your instructions, so parts his thighs to let you sandwich it in between.

"Now you just do the motion in the same way, raise up and squeeze the ring, squeeze those glutes, then pulse for twenty - and don't forget to breathe."

Satisfied the rest of the group are managing on their own you turn your attention back to him, touching the underside of his thigh.

"Better?"

"I'm usually the thing between legs…" 

You roll your eyes at him while getting up - he clasps his hands behind his head, raising his hips like you told him to, suggestively biting his lip. 

•

You start off trying to think of a good excuse but decide the way he was acting, you probably won't need one and subsequently knock, knock, knock on the door to the locker room, wait a few seconds, then go in.

Seemingly newly showered, Baekhyun's hair is damp here and there just like his back and shoulders and he's closed the towel tightly around his waist, revealing the contours of his glutes. When he turns around it's not with an expression of surprise or shock - not even cockiness. No, he merely looks back at you with an unruffled, scorching gaze and lets his towel fall to the floor - let's get on with it.

By the time you've reached him he's sitting, condom safely rolled on.

"It's a bit conceited bringing protection to the rec center, no..?"

"Oh, women seem to like me wherever I go…", he muses, running his hands up your thighs, then down, taking your tights and underwear with. 

You put your hand on his shoulder for support when you straddle him, his clavicle pressing against your palm as you do, and let him steer his cock right. 

You shudder with elation when you press down and feel the thick head slide through and continue upwards. Equal parts introduction, equal parts satisfaction, you ride him slow and steady with feet firmly planted on the linoleum underneath. 

His hands caress along your thighs, to your ass; his warm lips sensually taste yours.

"Don't tease me", he whispers. "Fuck me."

"You didn't learn any patience from class..?"

"You know I only came here for one thing. Seeing you contorting up there made it worse, uhh…so fuck me."

You bring yourself down hard.

"Like that?"

"Ah…uhm, like that…"

His hands stay on your waist until you push him down and get into the real tempo of things. And he's right - it is better just like that. 

His thighs - just toned, just soft enough - pressing beneath you; his damp torso gleaning under the direct lighting; the gratification painted on his face through faintly moving lips and knitted brows…

Baekhyun's got that kind of cock that makes you selfish, makes you slip into your own world of hedonism with fluttering eyelids, fingers clutching thighs and lightly tugging at your folds, careful to not bring yourself - or him - over the edge and have this luxury be over. He's of the same mind, taking deep breaths and exhaling stably through his mouth, enjoying what's being offered to him.

 But when his abdomen contracts it's followed by a twitch of his jaw and sensuous grunt before he reaches to grab your wrist.

"I'm sure I saw a mirror coming in..?", he says more than asks, pulling you down. 

"Several. You wanna do them one-by-one..?"

The way he laughs while tugging at your lip... The way he squeezes your ass…

"Oh, you're a dirty girl…"

The smack from his hand travels deliciously in between your legs.

°

He's attractively nonchalant in the way he throws his towel on the floor in front of one of the mirrors to the way he then pulls down the straps of your top, humming when he's yanked the front down as well to reveal your breasts. 

"Now, why wouldn't you want to show these off…", he whispers like chewing gum, pressing his cock deep while squeezing your breast.

The smallest raise of his hips is enough to tickle your fancy - literally. Seeing him undulating, his face half hidden behind yours is such a turn on and from below his cock peers through as he smoothly rolls it in and out. Whether it's due to your restless hands or his own preference he brings his fingers to your folds, softly caressing before pushing them apart and turns his smoothness to electrifying bucking.

The clear layer and strings of fluid on and around your clit is slippery - almost too slippery - against your fingers, but being unable to firmly press lends a kind of debauched, erotic, desperation to your fleeting flicks.

Using all four your press down and rub, becoming tighter around the hips while your muscles grip at his cock like a heartbeat; Baekhyun groans and pounds quicker, brushing his tight balls against your skin.

If it wasn't for his hands holding you, you'd close your legs in a spasm but now your pelvis pushes forward with a violent tremor while you douse his cock in your orgasm to the background music of his heated growls.

A puppet under his own untamed needs, one of his hands immediately goes to your throat - it's his turn. 

He barely takes his eyes off your reflection while repeatedly driving himself in, flexing his jaw at particular buzzes, closing his fingers on your waist. His shower was all for naught as sweat now covers the both of you to make his thrusting ring out even clearer in the otherwise silent room.

His breath moves from mouth to nose; becomes heavier…..heavier….

"Agh!"

His lids shut tight before his head drops to your back, moving along with his cathartic, deep, thrusts.

Your pounding hearts feel like an edm track - the sweat and fatigue as if you've been dancing all night. 

Separating your folds with the one hand to get one last look, he coos while brushing his nose against your neck:

"Mmm, this is going in my memory bank…"

°

"Ugh…"

Not having time to shower before your next class isn't ideal, but hopefully you'll be far away enough that they won't notice. Stopping just shy of the entrance to tie your hair in a neat-ish bun you overhear what seems to be your next customer speaking on the phone:

"...damn rehab…waste of my…"

"Great, who's this a-hole" you think to yourself, but put on the most amiable smile when you step over the threshold.

Seeing you enter, the man ends the call and puts on an equally artificial smile as yours: 

"I'm here for rehabilitation..?" When he takes your hand there's a flicker of something in his eyes. There's something alright... "...Kwon, Jiyong."

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The SCREAM I just SCREAMPT!!!!!! I LOVE YOU! I love your WRITING! But OMG I LOVE THISSSSSSSS😍😍😍​you have stolen my heart and dearest fantasies and put them in words that dreams my skip- THANK YOU, THANK YOUUUU 💕💕💕💕 @baeklination

[unmeiha-arc]

          ❝ I wish I could take the hands of time and turn them in reverse. I'd take back every long goodbye with venom in my words. The only way to bein' found is gettin' lost at first, but all I find are more bridges to burn. So am I too far gone to be running home? 'Cause I'm longin' tonight to be somewhere across that great divide.                        ― Ira Wolf,  ❛ Great Divide ❜

          Getting out of Doma unseen was far easier, Koharu thinks, than finding an inconspicuous way back into Doma.

A ship would take too long; by her estimation, it's already been away a little over a year since "she" first left Doma, and there's less than a year to go until Doma's failed rebellion. She can't afford to waste time. So she settles on teleportation, but to where? The aetheryte in Monzen should still be intact for now, but it's closely guarded around the clock. Namai's aetheryte is no less conspicuous. Teleporting directly into the House of the Fierce... is not an option. Even assuming the aetheryte has yet to be destroyed, her welcoming to the Liberation Front's base of operations would not be a warm one after the way she had left things.

So, farther away, then. Tamamizu? No, she has no relations with the Kojin in this time. Onokoro... She stops her pacing around the Crystal Tower's Ocular, hopeful, then shakes her head, sighs, and resumes her pacing. Too many pirates. She would need to deal with them to find a way across the Ruby Sea regardless, but starting with teleporting into a Confederacy outpost was perhaps not the best way to curry their favor.

Kugane, then. Neutral territory, with the aetheryte seeing frequent comings and goings. From there she can find transport to just outside of Isari and make her way into Yanxia from there. It was the long way, to be sure, but it was safe. With a plan decided, she closes her eyes, focuses, and only the faint echo of her teleportation spell remains in the Ocular until it, too, ceases, leaving no trace she was ever there at all.

She scoffs. Safe.

Indeed, getting to Yanxia had been the easy part. Yet even traveling at night, there were more Imperial patrols than she'd recalled and making her way the long way to the north around the mountains and up the One River unseen had been far more challenging than anticipated.

As she rows her stolen borrowed boat up the river, the anxiety gnawing at her insides grows. She'd left because she had been unable to convince those around her that the visions she claimed to have were true. She'd left because the visions had frightened her. What hope does she have that things will be any different? That she can somehow do in this second chance what she had been unable to do the first time? Her hands on the oars hesitate. She thought that she'd thought this through, that her resolve in coming back to try again had been strong enough. That she could — would — endure everything all over again for a better end. But now...

And then, as she rows out into the middle of the darkened river, there it is, sleeping silently atop the cliffside overlooking the Dragon's Struggle: Monzen — dimly lit, almost peaceful save for the towering Kiyofusa and Imperial patrols, but very much hale and mostly whole. Her chest tightens, eyes burn, and it takes every ounce of willpower to stifle the sob that threatens to tear out of her throat. For a moment she simply sits there, swiping away at tears ere they can fall, watching the city as it rests. Within those walls her friends, her comrades, her family all rest under Garlemald's watchful eye. Alive.

Her hands tighten on the oars again and she pulls hard on them, propelling herself closer to the city, towards the darkened mercantile docks, prepared to silence any who may be patrolling it.

If this is to succeed, I must find an ally.

One person who would listen, who would believe. Someone who would understand the what is at stake and not allow pride to blind them. Someone willing to do what needs to be done. Someone who —

Her eyes move from the city to the castle that watches over it, still standing strong; a symbol of the nation to all who look upon it. She changes her course, rowing hard towards the Enclave.

Someone who understands that Doma is not a set of stone walls, but the people within it.

It is nearly dawn by the time she pulls the little boat to shore between the Enclave and Doma Castle. Retrieving her things from the sole of the boat, she sets off towards the castle, keeping off the main path. If she knew @domaheir, no doubt he would find time to make his way to the dense bamboo groves behind the castle to train.

She need only make camp and wait.

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[levysfailsafe]

She started at him with complete disbelief. "What do You mean you have killed them several times? That's physically impossible." She shook her head as the assassin recalled the times he tried to complete the task in various ways.

"You don't understand. She keeps coming back to life. I stab her discretely and then I see her buying fruit in the market. I use a poison dart and then I see her buying books. I bloody do not understand HOW SHE KEEPS DOING THIS! I even confirm there is no heartbeat and i leave. But then she shows up somewhere else. I even let go a herd of cattle into a street and she got trampled... but an hour later, I see her drinking at the Bar! SHE DOESNT STAY DEAD!" He was already at the last straw. Was going to find a new job. But what was he supposed to say... if Karina didn't believe her. What would the rest of the group say.

"Look, i think maybe you should rest. Obviously something happened where maybe you have the wrong target. Take some time to train and get your mind back on track. And then we'll discuss it in a week." She shook her head worried he was straining himself too much. She knew he needed the job. But she wondered why he would make up stories. Maybe he secretly loves her. He would have said that. I guess i'll find out later.

"Karina, i'm not toasted from the sun. I promise. But i will take the time to rest and find out what is going on." He saw Karina simply walk away obviously worried for his wellbeing. But he knew what he saw. She was everywhere. He was beginning to memorize her fragrance. He could smell it even now.

"That must have been embarrassing. She handled that excuse pretty well." He turned around only to see the woman from the market. Surprised she came this close to him.

"Why are you here? What if you're discovered?" He questioned.

"Aw, you're worried about me. That's cute. Don't worry about me. I've lived a thousand years. You're the first to catch me so many times in a row. There's been an opening to take me out for hundreds of years." She smirked at him. He was confused on why she was having this conversation with him in the first place. She was leaning against the wall eating from a bag of Lychee.

"Look honey, I don't understand this. But what do you mean by a thousand years? I've tried to kills you over three times. And you still come back to life. Are you part of an evil cult?"

The woman laughed and tied her bag of fruit to leave for later. She smiled at the young man and was excited she had gotten so close without him even knowing. It had been a while she has had a cat and mouse chase.

"Listen young man. And I won't ever repeat myself again. No matter how many times you try to take me out. You can't fully remove me from this earth. I was gifted with powers from the stars and can't fully die and go into the afterlife. The name is Luz. Can't wait to meet you again in the battlefield."

Suddenly there was purple smoke and she had disappeared. He looked around and scratched his head. So she was over a thousand years old and was gifted power from the stars... what did that power have to do with her coming back to life and why did it seem she was enjoying the chase. "I'm going to take a break. I think I'm going to eat and just relax by the spring. I can't handle this." The one thing he wondered was if the information was true, why did she reveal her name and second... why did she have to look so good eating that damn fruit.

The Assassin’s Code states that you must take any job, no questions asked. But you are pretty sure that you have assassinated this target a few times already.

[indie-bard-maiden]

~The Haunted Manor~

(the witches/ghost story, apart of my short story collection 'The Ballad of Hollowfaye' also available to read on wattpad)

Three witches (two Vespers and a Depraysier) and a mortal unite over a Ouija board in the Vespers' haunted house and try to commune with the spirits of their brutally murdered and dearly departed family.

Genre: YA Fantasy

Word Count: (to be determined)

(Pt 2)

Mama keeps the news articles framed and displayed on every nightstand, bookcase, and counter. The oldest—the one from twelve years, eleven months, and thirty days ago, is framed to protect its withering paper.

'Search for Iris Vespers Concludes

October 30th

HOLLOWFAYE, ME

Iris Celestine Vespers, 18, declared dead this morning after the discovery of a jaw bone with a DNA match, bringing the year-long search to an end.'

At home I couldn't escape it, but especially outside. Everywhere I went I was reminded of the fact that my aunt was murdered long ago and nobody knows who did it. Mama refuses to stop looking.

I thought that after the untimely death of my Aunt Yuna and my Uncle Dillon last year it would finally stop—that she would see that death is all around, but especially around us. I knew when I saw the look on Sadbh's face as she sat front row at her parents' closed-casket funeral that I was doomed to mourn for the rest of my life.

Everyone in town knows it. When I walk home after my shift at 'potions & things' I hear them all whisper, 'She's a Vesper girl. Best not get too close."

It's because we're cursed. We've been getting brutally killed or tragically dying for years. With the way history has panned out for us, I'm lucky if I die before I'm forty—if not, before I'm twenty.

So I go to Hollowfaye High with my head high, my smile wide, and a trill in my voice. It's how I give my middle finger to destiny. Everyone smiles back expect pityingly as if they know that someday soon they're going to be reading about my death in the Sunday news.

I wonder what they'll say when I ditch Hollowfaye for a city far way from that ever-looming death; a city with more than just a staggering pagan population and rocky cliffs as tall as skyscrapers. I want to go somewhere I can be more than a news article with bold red letters at the top.

That's why Sadbh is upset with me. As soon as she woke up she's been giving me the chronic stinkeye. Like now. She's sneaking glares at me from behind her curtain of cream-soda blonde hair.

"Seriously, what's your problem, biatch?"

"One, don't call me that. I give you one pass per week and you used it yesterday. Two, I can feel how happy abandoning me here makes you."

Just as I thought. She's 'feeling things' again. If I were from New York City or anywhere intellectually-sound, I would brush it off as her being seriously empathetic. But because I'm from Hollowfaye I'm supposed to entertain the idea of my cousin being a witch.

"For the one-trillionth time, I'm not abandoning you. I'm taking a moderate vacation from this crystal-fucking town. And I thought I told you that you're not allowed to feel things around me."

She scoffs and crosses her arms, "You're going to West Virginia for college; that's hardly a vacation—who just goes to West Virginia? You know we have colleges for outback inbreds here in Maine if that's what you're looking for. West-fucking-Virginia. I can't believe it, seriously. Plus, I already told you I can't control it! So maybe try being a cold heartless biatch somewhere else."

My mom peeks at the two of us in the rearview mirror; my gaping mouth and slack form, and Sadbh's bright red cheeks.

"Alright-o, that's quite enough of that, ladies."

I shake my head, "Are you kidding me, Mama? Hell no. First of all, Fives, I'm only going to West Virginia because it's cheaper than New York. I'll just drive up there every week, duh, numb-brains. Second off, I'm not going for college, I'm going for experience. You wouldn't understand because you're a loser with no experiences."

She screeches at the top of her lungs causing Mama to slam on the brakes. We all lurch forward; I smack my tooth off the headrest and a startling crack breaks through our hyperventilating. I turn to Sadbh, chipped tooth in hand, but she's already barreling out of the mini cooper.

"Fives!" Mama shouts after her, but she's already long gone, and even hearing her stupid nickname doesn't make her stop. She turns back to me with an anger-stricken face, "Nezra!"

"Mama, emergency room now, scold later."

One tragic sob story later, and the dentist had me in the chair and fitted for a fake tooth; '... so you're afraid this missing tooth will make you more of an outsider than your family curse already has?' 

Pitying smiles ensued from all around.

I go to school after and it's already lunchtime. I meet Sadbh at our lunch table, and she ignores me by pretending to be interested in Abbott Jinx's analysis of Weezer—the greatest band in the entire history of the world, in his humble opinion.

Abbott Jinx was the first person in Hollowfaye history to have no knowledge of the Vespers' curse when he first met us. What a tragic fate for one of the most normal people in this town—doomed to remain our friend until we take our final breaths. If he's lucky, he'll be released from this burden in a few years... Because I'll be gone and Sadbh will have her nonexistent temper to protect her.

"Sadbh, who's abandoning who now?"

She rolls her eyes, "You abandoned me first."

Abbott Jinx jumps in before we can ~really~ start going at each other. He's always been good about that—sensing when things are about to get out of hand. Before you go all 'Hollowfaye' on me, he's no witch. He's just a child of a rocky marriage and an even rockier divorce.

"So... Fives... Halloween plans...?"

Her cheeks flame red, "I have something in mind."

I nod, "We just have to make sure Mama's out of the house before we do anything."

"No shit, Fern." She rolls her eyes again.

Abbott stares at her in shock. I should say, Sadbh isn't usually like this. She's not the one who swears or has an attitude or sneaks death glares into the back of your head.

She's Sadbh.

She's an empath.

As soon as she realizes—or "feels" as she says—that something is wrong with you, she tries everything in her power to set it right. She will stop at nothing. Or she would. She's changed since her parents died—and after I told her that I would be leaving right after my graduation and that I decided to not go to Hollowfaye Community College, after all. I'd promised her long ago that I would hang around one more year and give her time  to graduate so that we could attend together. 

But I won't stay here anymore. 

Last year, my cousin lost her parents, and I lost the safety net--or the delusion of a safety net I'd thought I'd had. For so long I thought that the curse wasn't real, that it was just some spooky halloween mumbo jumbo like everything else that happens in Hollowfaye. But after they died, it felt real. 

It had taken family I'd known, family I'd loved! It wasn't just some ghost story that only affected the Vespers that came a hundred years before me. It was a curse that was standing right in front of me. 

So I wanted to run--I needed to run, to put as much distance between me and this town as possible. Whether the curse was real or not, I don't want to wait here to find out. It didn't matter if it pissed Sadbh off because everything pissed her off anyway.

"Okay," Abbott cuts in as if to distract us before we can hash things out, "what plan though?"

She doesn't answer right away and he looks between us with flushed cheeks. He looks like he wants to run as far away as possible, or at the very least 'take cover' during the inevitable explosion.

But Sadbh doesn't explode. She takes a deep, deep, deep breath and closes her eyes, and then exhales. When her green eyes open again, she meets mine and gives me a look—the 'Okay, I'm done feeling things now' look—and smiles brightly at Abbott.

"We are going to speak to the dead."

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[iersei]

HELLO this event actively rotted my brain and i just wanted to chime in with some other smaller details that i've been rotating in the mind soup !!

-the san diego show was the only one that got the sex sounds from glenn's soundboard <3

-the dads wake up in a play pen to see 8-year-old paeden in a straitjacket. paeden was not actually turned into a baby for the first part. he didn't want to be affected by tilt's spell because he considered himself plenty strong as is.

-as he is the oldest and more verbose there, paeden has to translate henry's googoos and gagagas to tilt. he chooses to translate henry's "i'm very upset by this situation and would like you to help us fix this" (paraphrased) as "go fuck yourself".

-tilt reacts to this by trying to grab paeden, something that darryl and glenn succeed in stopping. during this, henry transforms into a baby bat (because baby henry can only wildshape into baby animals) in the hopes that, if tilt can't understand baby noises, perhaps she will understand bat noises. she cannot.

-tilt swats at henry for bat screeching into her ear, tossing him into a door. the door opens a little to reveal a scene from a movie (?), to which baby bat henry slowly closes the door. (this moment is a reference to muppet babies, which is what the daddy babies name for the oneshot came from.

-when tilt leaves to go to make applesauce, henry gets the rest of the baby dads out of the playpen and decides to briefly batatouille paeden. (will first tried to take a long rest to get another shot at wildshape to ratatouille paeden, which made the whole cast take a tangent into the validity of bat hands.)

-inside the playpen, glenn is trying to shove a circle peg into a square hole and ron is teething on some chewable toy keys (keys that do not work to open the door, they tried). ron then says that he is always teething. because, like a shark, he has multiple rows of teeth as an adult. which i think is just hyperdontia.

-as the cast planned to create the fake baby dolls choking inside the plastic bag, the crowd was very upset at the prospect. causing the cast to yell back that they were just playing the game and being strategic about it lol

-beth's horrible baby crying sounds were because her initial roll for tricking tilt was low. but after a beautiful rendition of "wheels on the bus" (which she forget the last bit of lyrics to) using her polyphonic singing, she got a second roll which she did succeed at.

-when they are in combat, ron is at the top of the initiative order but chooses to hold to his turn. while glenn is using illusory mind prison and henry is casting stone wall, darryl is using his three attacks to bite tilt's ankles. he uses his first attack to bite one ankle, the second to bite her other ankle, and his last attack to bite her other ankle.

-once they are out of combat, ron chooses to take his turn to spit and to say that his work here is done.

-to get the key from tilt, henry successfully intimidates her into revealing the key's location by threatening to use his diaper full of stinky baby vegan poop on her.

-darryl also tried to intimidate tilt using this method but fails the intimidation check. matt asks for advantage, and anthony tells him only if he takes his pants off live on stage. matt refuses because "God is watching".

-i just wanted to mention that the water that henry tries to impromptu baptize darryl with was toilet water that henry was using shape water on.

-in the teen section, scary is scribbling poetry about teen henry all over ron's math homework.

-NORMAL. GOES. APESHIT.

-it was already said but it bears repeating.

-when normal grabs the crossbow and threatens tilt, he has to roll to see if she believes him because "nobody believes them when teenagers are upset". (a choice that the crowd had A Reaction to, causing anthony to say "oh so it was just me then?" and he was right ngl)

-normal's first roll was a 3. but will got to use advantage from an earlier dad joke. to get another 3.

-to which the crowd collectively started clapping and chanting IN-SPI-RA-TION in a way akin to a pep rally/sports game cheer to give our school spirit kid another shot.

-he rolled a 6.

-while normal was going for the crossbow, glenn and taylor got into a loud anime-related argument. one that was loud as a distraction, "but the argument was real".

-the detention room was room number 069.

-meaning it was on the first floor and was why glenn and taylor thought throwing a desk through the window was a valid way to escape.

-when only one of the guards fall for ron's slip and slide trick, he tries to trick the other guard and tilt by spitting on his drawing to create the illusion of water on the slide. this does not work.

-the guards do get brutally torn to shreds when they eventually go through the window.

-paeden does age into a teenager when they go through the first door along with the dads. before they leave, darryl remarks that it's a shame that paeden is never going to actually grow up into a teenager </3

okay since they said that the san diego show is gonna be the only one Not recorded, i'll do my best to summarize the show for y'all!!!

-glenn's dad fact: the glenn close trio instagram (? i think?) is full of pictures of glenn standing next to a picture of the real glenn close

-darryl's dad fact: he and carol go to san diego very frequently because darryl likes the breweries and carol likes surfing! they have not "had sex" there once, but they HAVE made love (statements that made me cringe out loud)

-henry's dad fact: he and mercedes make a fake san diego burrito for themselves and the twins. it sounds awful.

-ron's dad fact: he thinks san diego is a type of eggo waffle

-the prompt that we rolled was called DADDY BABIES. the plotline? the dads (and paeden) went to the dimensional witch tilt toblerona to ask her to give them the strength of their youth back so they could find their kids. instead, tilt turned them into babies.

-the dads still have all of their memories of who they are as people and they can talk to themselves and to paeden (tilt does not understand them though, tilt only hears baby noises) but physically Being a baby affects their mental state just a bit

-ron wanted to stay a baby forever. henry tried to explain the concept of ageplay to him, darryl got confused thinking that ron just wanted to HAVE a baby like with samantha, henry had to explain fetishes

-during the baby section, henry is the most "adult" and ends up having to corral the others. darryl is a close second, but glenn and ron both Suffer Immensely

-while tilt is making. applesauce? the babies scheme on how to escape, involving an elaborate scheme in which henry uses mold earth on playdoh to make fake versions of themselves blue in the face and choking in a plastic bag and ron throwing his voice to sound like a baby crying. beth made the worst fake crying noise ever but then also gave us an INSANE dolphin noise when anthony called her out on it

-(also the dads had to roll object permanence to see if they thought tilt was gone forever when she was out of their line of sight. glenn failed this check very badly. darryl even played peekaboo with him to demonstrate object permanence and it failed. anthony made a horrible horrible joke that glenn's not a bad parent he just has bad object permanence even when it comes to nick)

-somehow this works? they trap tilt toblerona (glenn using illusory mind prison to make tilt think SHES the one choking on a plastic bag, henry casting stone wall on her to build a lego wall around her and effectively cask of amontillado-ing her) and then wander around the house looking for a way out.

-they realize they need tilt's key to escape, but first they watch an episode of bluey! henry is the only one who saved on a roll to Not be sucked into watching bluey and ends up unplugging the TV and going on a tangent about how screentime is bad

-(which is really fucking funny because he very explicitly says "lark and sparrow are well behaved because we set boundaries and have them play outside instead of using screens" and we all know how lark and sparrow are like. not???? not well behaved. henry im so sorry to break this to you but they are not well behaved-)

-anyways they get back to tilt, find and steal her key, and then open the door, promptly getting sucked through dimensions

-(darryl thinks for a second that he's in the rapture and tries to baptize himself in case his baby form isn't baptized. henry tries to help but goes on another tangent and they miss the opportunity)

-when they awaken, they find themselves now as teenagers in a classroom! and they see a GOTH PUNK SEEKER OF DARKNESS (phrases that made the entire crowd erupt in screaming, myself included)

-this time, darryl is the most stable of the dads! glenn coming in second, and then ron and henry were both. very teenager.

-darryl immediately offers to play ball with link. link is interested but ultimately gets shot down by tilt, who explains that they are in interdimensional detention forever

-glenn and taylor immediately bond over how cool they are

-scary asks ron if she can copy his math homework because he seems smart with a tie. ron agrees to let her but is very nervous about it (we later find out this is because he is not very good at math)

-teenage henry is a fucking delight yall. he sits there staring out the window at the trees and writing poetry (with long hair! long hair teenage hen is real!!!) about the trees and enjoying nature

-scary has to roll not to fall in love with him the second she finds out that he writes poetry (she fails)

-normal tries to bond with his grandfather. henry brushes him off entirely. its heartbreaking and also hilariously funny

-normal goes fucking apeshit yall. he gets so fed up of henry ignoring him and the others not talking to him and being trapped in this small room that he takes a crossbow and threatens tilt with it. she calls his bluff and he SHOOTS HER?

-at least, he tries. she catches the bolt and then tells him that if he's serious he needs to actually stab the bolt into her heart himself. he does. he's unhinged.

-tilt tries to explain her entire sob story backstory. darryl interrupts to boo her and call her a loser.

-glenn and taylor throw a desk out of the window to break it open. going out the window Will Kill You.

-ron paints the window like a slip and slide to try and trick tilt into going into it. it doesn't work. however two guards come in and it DOES work on one of the guards

-the other guard eventually gets physically thrown out of the window by taylor, who proudly declares that this will not affect him at all

-henry goes to talk to scary. scary gets excited, but then henry just asks if she thinks that teen darryl would go out with henry because even though he's "not henry's type", something about him is captivating. scary is heartbroken.

-darryl overhears this and rejects henry on the basis of him still dating carol! but offers to set henry up with carol's friends.

-glenn and taylor use awful fireworks to blind tilt, the other guard (that taylor kills), and normal since he was in range.

-scary tries to be bitter and calls henry out for being blind, but henry wasn't hit with the spell and immediately says some fakedeep shit about seeing more than most people do. it is insanely funny i cannot stress how funny teenage henry is

-link is now convinced that public schools were a mistake and he needs to leave Right Now. he rolls a nat 20 on taking the key, but uses it for himself to fucking dip. he just ditches them. he bolts for it. normal even tries to give him a high five and link completely goes NOPE.

-when nobody else has another form of escape, henry takes out his sketchbook? that apparently he always has as a teen? and uses summon creature to draw a boar and bring it to life. the boar smashes through the door and now they are saved!

-it is here that it is revealed this was all a dream but specifically a dream set pre-canon. darryl makes a comment about link being a narc. glenn tells taylor to never change because he's perfect exactly the way he is. scary tells ron that he sucks at math (and ron is very confused about scary's existence he doesn't know who she is).

-HENRY. tells normal to be the best version of himself. AND TO HELP HIM WITH THAT. he draws. TEENY. TO GIVE TO NORMAL AND INSPIRE HIM TO BE HIS BEST SELF. and that is how normal came up with teeny the teen as the mascot of teen high

-it was such a fun show, i'm so glad i got to attend! shame that it isn't being recorded

[ackerfics]

hey, I hope you're doing well! could I request some pining!levi?

is my love too much? — levi ackerman

— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au | headcanons)

— warnings: slight angst bc we all experience this while thinking about the person we like (i know i do lmao), fluff <3

— summary: levi will always pine for you.

— notes: awww, i'm doing alright, anon :>> i was listening to lauv's 'feelings' while planning this in the car and god i'm starting to regret it because i can't stop smiling agh :<< now, i want a partner damn it. thank you so much for this request, here's some pining!levi for you mwah

ah, pining!levi, this is such a fluffy scenario.

levi doesn't believe in love at first sight. a person isn't worthy of his affections and attention if he doesn't form a deeper bond with them. so, it's a great surprise to him when he first saw you because the first word that he immediately associated with you is --- magical. you are so pretty in his eyes that he takes a sharp inhale. initially, he brushes off this little tingly feeling that he gained in his first meeting with you during the freshmen welcoming and buries it in the deepest chest of his heart. ultimately, he even forgot that you made him feel that way as the entire academic year blurs in front of him.

you two aren't in the same college major and you don't share classes until sophomore year. he stops in the middle of walking to his chosen seat the moment he sees you sitting in one of the chairs of the lecture hall. levi even stares down at his phone, where his schedule was set as the wallpaper, to make sure he's in the same room. nonchalantly regaining his thoughts (because you make him look like a fool just standing there with parted lips), he calmly walks to the row in front of yours. it was kind of fast how the two of you became acquaintances, exchanging small talks here and there, until you became close friends.

you are placing your belongings back to your backpack when you hear someone clearing their throat in front of you. you look up from the act of putting away your iPad, with levi's blank face greeting you. you instantly smile at him, your eyes sparkling under the overhead lights. "hi, levi," you tell him, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"hey," he responds, deep voice sending ripples of warmth inside your chest. levi inserts one of his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, eyes darting from yours to the seats beside you, anything but you because you make him nervous for some reason. "let's grab lunch together?" he nods towards the opened entryway of the lecture hall, face never betraying his thoughts and emotions.

"sure," you agree before finally standing up from your seat. "let me just text my roommate real quick."

levi slightly deflated. "oh." the one-syllable word making you glance at him. "you already have plans?"

"oh, no." you slightly laugh, waving your hand to reassure the onyx-haired man. "they don't have class the entire day and they're too lazy to get out of our dorm room. i just wanted to let them know that i'll be buying them lunch."

"ah." levi nods in understanding, looking at anything but you again. now, both of his hands are in the comforts of his hoodie pockets. "let's go?"

you sidle up next to him, both of you walking side by side in the hallways. "the bistro?" you casually ask, looking at levi with a giddy smile. he didn't reply to you for a few seconds, only staring at you with an awestruck look on his face. you tilt your head in question, breaking the spell you cast over him. "you alright, levi? looks like you were in a trance there. you're not feeling well?" you raise your hand to his forehead, stopping with a centimeter separating your outstretched hand from his skin. "is this okay, right?" at his nod, you gently place your hand, humming when it's his normal warmth. "you're fine. just tell me if you don't feel well, okay? i won't mind if you go and take a rest in your apartment."

he only shakes his head, angling his head away from you to hide the redness blossoming on his cheeks. levi clears his throat. "i don't get sick that often, though. i was just thinking of something."

you smile at him. "don't let those thoughts swallow you." you cling on the sleeve of his hoodie. "here, i'll anchor you."

levi's heart is racing and he hopes you won't hear the song his chest is dedicating to you.

two things: longing stares and hesitant touches.

no matter where you are, levi is always looking at you. even though his face remains impassive while staring at you, somebody from a three-meter radius can distinguish that his eyes are soft around the corners, holding an emotion he unknowingly show whenever you're around. if he sees you from across the courtyard, walking to your next lecture, he will literally stop and take the time to admire you from afar. he's pretty contented with this kind of set-up; him being your secret admirer while you're oblivious about his affections. levi's comfortable that way.

he doesn't expect too much from this crush of his. yes, it's hard to hide when you're sitting close to him, your fruity shampoo entering his senses and intoxicating him in the best way possible, but he's alright with just admiring you. there's that small voice inside his head telling him to make a move but he stays put because he knows you have a lot of priorities, with you being a part of your department's org and a scholarship student at that --- you once told him that relationships are the least of your worries. yeah, it pinched his chest but levi understands your sentiments. the most he can voice out to you is his support, at least from that, you know he cares for you so much.

levi's completely drunk in you. absolutely smitten. whipped. down bad as farlan puts it. because fucking hell, you're so beautiful it physically hurts him.

"do you think she's sleeping right now?"

farlan stares at levi with an incredulous expression. "... levi, i think you're the one who's supposed to be sleeping. i can see your eyebags from here." the blond closes the refrigerator, one hand placed on his hip while the other holds a carton of soy milk. "why are you pulling an all-nighter in the kitchen? and don't you have a free day tomorrow? and is that," farlan leans forward to see what's inside his best friend's mug, "beer?!" he practically hissed the word, fully-aware that if he shouts, isabel will be in a bad mood tomorrow morning.

"wrong," levi drawls. "this is apple juice." he lifts the mug to let farlan smell the contents.

farlan only sighs. "man, this," he motions to levi's figure, ignoring the small glare directed at him, "is getting bad. you have to tell her what you feel. you'll end up being single your entire university life if you continue being this groaning boy. we don't want that." the small glare transforms into a full-on glower. farlan sighs again, sitting on one of the counter stools, directly in front of his brooding roommate. "listen, what's the worse that could happen? if she comes to reject you, we'll drink all the apple juice we could find in the uni's convenience store. my treat."

"that's the problem." levi chugs down his drink. "i know i'm saying i'm alright with her not reciprocating my feelings but it hurts just thinking about it. as much as i don't want to admit that i'm completely fine if she finds happiness with other people, i'm still wishing it's me who's making her happy." he groans, burying his hand through the locks of his hair. it's getting longer, practically going past his eyes. "i like her so fucking much," he whispers at nothing, wishing it's your ears he's directly saying the words.

farlan grimaces. this is the first time he's ever seen levi so vulnerable and he doesn't know if he should be empathetic or laugh about it. levi looks nothing like the blank-faced lovesick idiot he has been since the start of sophomore year. "okay, here's the plan. we collect information by following her socials. i know her twitter and instagram because isabel follows her. you don't have those, right?"

levi shakes his head.

"i figured. okay, so we'll make you an account today and there, you get to update on her life, whether she has someone she likes or her preference." farlan faces his palm to levi. "give me your phone." once he receives the device, farlan opens it to an unread message. "uh, i think she texted you." farlan jumps back because levi lunges at him, both of their eyes wide, with the former placing a hand on his chest because damn, that surprised him. "what'd she say?"

a rare smile lights up levi's face. "she invited me to study in the library." he looks up at a grinning farlan. "we'll have lunch together, too."

"i think you don't have to worry about her not liking you."

"what?"

"shh, young grasshopper, let fate do their thing."

he turns on your account notifications the moment you two are following each other in twitter. you're the only following he has in his instagram no matter how many times farlan says he should follow back people, levi still chooses to have you, only you, in his following list. this is the same case in twitter. the sole reason he created these accounts is you so it feels right to see your posts in his timeline. he doesn't care if he's behind the trends spreading across the student body, you're there to send the latest memes to him.

random yet shy compliments.

levi is one of those people who can't say anything positive without it coming out as sarcasm. most of his compliments for you comes in the most random of moments. you'll be slurping on your ramen or stuffing your face with some fries, and he'd go, "you're so pretty". he doesn't even know how to stop his thoughts from coming out of his mouth, especially if before he says those words, everything is quiet.

when you're cold, levi takes off his oversized jacket and drapes it over your body. it doesn't matter if you didn't voice it out, levi knows that when you rub your arms or exhale longer than necessary, it means that you're getting cold. he likes it when you wear his jacket or sweaters because your perfume sticks to the piece of clothing. every single day, he lends his jacket to you without a word before turning to the other direction.

"you don't have to walk me to my next class, levi," you tell the blank-faced man. "don't you have a class in about fifteen minutes?"

"let me just walk you every day, yeah?"

"... if you say so. bye-bye! see you later, levi." a tug in your shirt stops you in your tracks. you turn around to find levi taking off his jacket, handing the material to you with his head tilted down to avoid your gaze. "you're not going to use it?"

"no," levi answers. "just take it."

you tentatively take the denim jacket from his hands and insert your arms through the sleeves. his signature perfume immediately blankets you in another kind of warmth that you didn't mind, making you smile with heat coloring your cheeks. you look at levi through your eyelashes, finally meeting his wide eyes. you sweetly smile at him, admiring the way his eyes flicker from your torso to the sweater paws on your hands. "thank you, levi."

he clears his throat, rubbing his undercut awkwardly. "no problem. well, see you later."

"ah, wait."

"hm?" the moment levi turns around to the sound of your voice, he's met with a soft kiss on his cheek. everything stops for a moment and all levi can do is stare at you while you prettily smile, waving those adorable sweater paws as a temporary goodbye. he waves back at you, mind still hazy from the kiss and heart beating loudly that the entire hallway can hear it. he covers his face with his hand, feeling his cheeks becoming warmer by the second. levi murmurs through his hand, "fuck, why are you so cute?"

a pining levi means you get the best of both worlds. you have an amazing friend who knows everything there is to know about you and a possible lover who's willing to dedicate everything just for you to feel so much more than the intensified sparks you share while being close friends. there is no worries of feelings being unrequited because you both know the other holds an extreme amount of affection that can rival the stars in the sky.

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[jade-likethegemstone]

C’mere You Weirdo (Carli Lloyd x Reader)

The final whistle has gone, and you can’t help but feel your heart sink at the knowledge that the USWNT had just beaten your team in the World Cup final. You were so so close, but destiny wasn’t on your side today and if you were being honest, the USWNT played an excellent game. You can't be mad at them winning, today they were the better team.

Carli on the other hand can’t believe it, they had won the World Cup for the second time in a row. She was a World Cup champion again. She can’t fight the huge smile on her face as Christen, Alex and a few of her other teammates embrace her, celebrating this massive win.

“We’re world champions!!” Megan screams as she jumps into Carli’s arms, the purple-haired woman practically bursting at the seams with excitement.

As much as Carli wants to completely immerse herself in the joy and excitement of winning, she can’t help but look over at the other bench where you’re comforting some of your teammates whose tears are running freely.

“You should go to her Carlos. Tell her she played one hell of a game.” Megan says knowingly when she sees Carli’s focus on the Dutch goalkeeper.

“I can’t, that’s just rubbing salt on a wound.” Carli says, somewhat dejectedly, not even chiding Megan for calling her Carlos.

“Or it’s the person you love comforting you for your loss and congratulating you on a good game. But it’s up to you.” Megan says with a shrug before going to join the rest of the team.

While still contemplating whether or not to go to you, Carli doesn’t notice that you’re barely a meter away from her, on your way to congratulate her.

“You look pretty conflicted for someone who just won the World Cup.” you tease, a little concerned that Carli doesn't look as happy as she should.

Carli’s head shoots up when she hears a voice she’s learnt to love over the past few years.

“I’m sorry.” she says with a soft chuckle, trying to analyse your face to gauge how you’re feeling.

“I’m fine, a little disappointed, but fine.” you say with a small grin, already knowing exactly what Carli was trying to do.

“You sure? You guys played an amazing game. At one point I thought we were gonna lose it.” Carli says, searching your eyes for any hints of sadness or anger.

“Thank you, but you guys definitely outplayed us, especially you. I get why they call you the motherfucking GOAT.” you say with a cheeky grin.

You know Carli is tiptoeing around celebrating her victory but honestly, you were ok with it. It didn’t mean that you weren’t disappointed, losing still hurt, but knowing that the woman you love achieved her goal was enough to make you content to enjoy this moment with Carli.

“I’m not the GOAT, this was a team effort.” Carli says, trying to deflect from your compliment. You just shake your head, knowing just how stubborn Carli is when it comes to compliments.

“You are the GOAT.” you say simply before lifting your arms up slightly. “And I am not worthy.” You continue before bowing dramatically in front of Carli.

Carli’s eyes go wide at your antics, but she can’t help the lovesick smile that is firmly planted on her face.

She shakes her head, biting her lip before grabbing the front of your jersey. “C’mere you weirdo.” she says before pulling you closer and firmly planting her lips against yours.

Your eyes go wide when you realise that Carli Lloyd is kissing you in front of the whole world. You hadn’t really spoken about coming out, both of you – more Carli, than you – were pretty hesitant to come out to the world.

“What are you doing?” you ask, after pulling away from Carli’s lips.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” Carli says with a smug grin before she pulls you, again by your jersey, into a searing kiss. This time you just allow yourself to melt into the kiss and forget the world around you. You can deal with the fallout later.

“Finally.” Megan says proudly as she watches the two players kiss each other with no fear of the world around them.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

First of all, @innitmarvellous, you are definitely improving each time you make something. I can see it. And I crocheted 40,000 yards last year. I know what I'm talking about.

Second of all, the unintentional arrow of smallering happens to us all. Your rite of passage into crochet is going well.

And I love that you're trying a few different yarns as you work! Very smart!

I don't have a linkable post with tips, so let's make one:

Get stitch markers. Buy 'em wherever. Any craft or yarn shop will have them. But you absolutely want the ones that open and close. There are stitch markers for knitting that don't open, but that's because knitting stitches are always "open" until final bind off, so they don't need the ability to take them off and move them like you do in crochet. (You can also use yarn bits for markers, but as you are new to crochet, best not to add more yarn to the yarn.)

Once you have stitch markers, put them at the beginning and the end of each row AT LEAST. This will make it easier for you to see the start and end of each row, which means you won't miss the first or last stitch as much. That's the most common way people end up with the unintentional arrow of smallering. Don't be afraid to put stitch markers in every fucking stitch if it helps. The goal is to learn how to see the stitches. Which is the point of the stitch marker.

Accept that you can't count. I know you think you can count. We all think we can count. But the truth is, you can't count. Not when stitching. It's the most common problem we face as crochet and/or knitting people.

For worsted weight yarn (which I believe you're using; it's size 4), you'll want an H hook and an I hook. Those are the ones that most commonly fit worsted yarn. If you're using Caron Simply Soft, you want a G hook. Because Caron Simply Soft says it's a 4, but it's actually closer to 3. No, I do not have a definitive list of which worsted weight yarns are lying to you. You learn as you go. Red Heart Super Saver is slightly fatter than all other worsted weights. Caron Simply Soft is slightly thinner. But Caron One Pound (another 4) is the same size as Super Saver. It's a wild ride.

Learn granny squares now! They're a really great starting place because it's easier to see that you're doing it correctly. As you're already practicing HDC, I don't think you'll have an issue jumping up to the double crochet. You'll also learn how to start in the round. The link up there has a video and a written tutorial. So you can read through and also watch to help yourself out.

Fuck any 6 or 7 (super bulky or jumbo, respectively) yarns right now. I know lots of people first learn on size 6 and 7 yarns, but I think this is a bad choice. What you're doing now, with the worsted weight, I think that's the best place to start because that's the middle of the range. With 6 and 7 yarns, you also end up using giant hooks. It can all be very hard to hold, and it will be tiring to work with than a smaller yarn and hook. Also, most of those jumbo yarns are textured, which makes stitches hard to see, and I'm honestly not sure regular stitch markers fit over the 7.

If you go up to size 5 (bulky), you'll likely need a J or K hook. There's lots of bulkies that look just like worsted in terms of texture, so if you can see your stitches in worsted, you'll see them in bulky.

Either you'll get to smaller yarns or you won't. That's a decision for later on when you feel confident in your basic skills.

Worsted cotton yarn + H-hook + any stitch you want to practice = cleaning cloths. Do a chain of about 30, then work your way up. It's good practice, and who cares if they're not perfect? It's a cleaning cloth! It ain't gotta be pretty!

I don't have any beginner videos saved anywhere, but if videos do help you, scroll through youtube for any questions. Lots of people have made excellent beginner videos. I've learned several new stitches that way.

I don't have a recent beginner crochet book to suggest. I don't go through them that much. But Stitch & Bitch: The Happy Hooker taught a shit ton of us how to stitch (or re-taught, in my experience), and the instructions still hold up. Most of the patterns do too, actually.

And, lastly, don't be afraid to get crochet books for kids from the library or elsewhere. When I was trying to remember how to stitch again at 20 (after my grandma taught me at 5 and I went on and off for years), a kid's book from the 1970s was a major help because nothing is assumed at any point. Very useful.

I bought a crochet set last year because I wanted to try learning crocheting, but...I just know I'll be too stupid for that so I still haven't tried once. That's how I waste my money, lol.

[leqclerc]

Not to be a pessimist, but I hope someone sat charles down and told him that realistically it's over. Cause the little we know about charles is that if there's even a miniscule glimpse of a sniff of a chance, he'll go for it, and I feel like it'll lead him to push too hard and make mistakes which will make everything worse. Time to just round this season off and go again next year. Sucks cause max can drive at 50% at every remaining race and he'll still win it.

Yeah, I feel you. From a fan perspective...idk, to me it's been over for a few races now. The second Baku DNF seemed insurmountable already, and then Silverstone sort of sealed the deal when Ferrari opted to play silly little internal games rather than capitalising on having Max on the back foot. There was that glimmer of hope after Austria (and it was an intense, beautiful victory and I teared up about it okay 😭🥺) but it was short-lived and obviously now it's just a matter of time until it's mathematically out of Charles's reach. People are already trying to guess which race could see Max officially become WDC. He barely has to try at this point.

On one hand I can see why he kept going around saying he still believes in it - it's a lovely notion, the idea that giving it your 110% will be enough to close the gap - and to be fair to him the performance on his side has been there. The problem is that he keeps tripping over because Ferrari has essentially tied his shoelaces together race after race. So, yeah, from a fan POV I just go into the weekend with zero expectations - in fact, I usually expect something to go wrong and boy they're not letting me down in that aspect - but as a driver, I mean, you want to trust the team will at least try to work with you and not against you.

That false hope narrative is also partly on Binotto, who one week claims "there's no reason we can't win the next ten races" and the next says the car is shitty and has no pace to even finish on the podium, let alone win. It's not the strategy that's the problem though, obvs 😤Now he's switched to this:

Something tells me that even if Max DNFed like twice in a row Ferrari would still be unable to capitalise on it by keeping Charles off the podium through their genius machinations yet again.

So, yeah, I think it's sunk in for Charles. At least I hope so. The sooner he rips off that bandaid the better, I think. 😭