#dont look at the light fury and tell me that

[minijenn]

I think Dreamworks only knows how to make like, three kind of movies. Ignore the ones not sitting in any circle. They're the weird fucking outliers.

[jammiesjars]

MDNI

Warnings: Accusation of Infedelity, heavily unedited writing (wrote this in a power outage in my notes app xx), fingering, eating pussy, dirty talk, dumbification if you squint REALLY hard.

One message is all it took for you to spiral.

Outrage was an understatement. A month, a single month, into Price’s deployment you had recieved a message from an unknown number. They insisted of Price having an affair with his so-called ‘receptionist.’ Being his wife, you didnt believe it. You and John had been married for years now. He wasnt that kind of man! (You hoped.)

Weeks passed and wheels start turning. Seeds of doubt had started digging into you. The late nights he had stayed at base before his deployment, only sending as much as a quick text of ‘Be home late. Dont wait up.’ Or the necessary secrecy between what happens at his job or deployment were starting to plant ideas in your head you wouldnt have ever had if not for that message. Youre being worn down, and its killing you. Its not like you could ask him; being thousands of kilometres away without any time to do as much as glance at his phone.

So the emotional resentment grew. You find yourself wondering how he could do this to you, crying in your empty home that housed the both of you not long ago. Before you even come to terms with it, Youve packed your bags and lawyered up, letting your resentment fester for far to long without any outside input.

On the third month of Prices deployment, you drive yourself up to base with one intention; leave the divorce papers on his desk to find when he comes back and to leave without confrontation.

Security on base knows you as ‘Price’s missus’ by now, offering a small wave and a smile as you walk by and into your husbands office. You put the papers on his desk, that frustration and hurt bubbling up all over again. He has your wedding photo framed on his desk and it only hurts more. What did you do to deserve this?

You turn to go, heading back towards his door when you hear muffled laughter and the sounds of gear being unzipped and dumped from down the hallway. Theyre back. You pick up the pace, praying you can slip out before he gets close enough to notice. You reach for the door handle, but the door opens before you can even grasp it.

Shit.

And there he is, your eyes drinking in the sight of the awfully more rugged version of your husband; beard outgrown and messy with tired eyes that light up at the sight of you.

That light dies as soon as sees just how mad you look.

“So youre telling me, one message is all it took to lose all fucking faith?” Price practically growls, fingers rubbing at his temples. Hes sat in his chair with you on the other side of his desk, just as furious. “Everything makes sense! The staying late at base, the short messages and lack of updates when your deployed!” You hiss, frustration bubbling over making anything small seem huge.

Price takes a deep breath, a futile attempt to calm his temper. “The shit I deal with doesnt sleep. Theres reasons i stay back that you will never know, love. The law itself, wont let me tell you. Same goes for messages. Im sorry i dont have the time to let you know im okay when im deployed, god knows i wish I did.” He scowls, his gaze so heated and intense that you almost look away despite your own fury.

“And what about this receptionist huh?”

Your tone has changed, soft and shaky. vunerable.

Price’s expression softens, but he doesnt say a word, simply rounding his desk to pluck you out of your own chair and putting you down in his office chair. He sinks to his knees in front of you, hands rested on your thighs. Blue eyes peer up at you, sickeningly sincere. “Love, I dont interact with her unless necessary. This isnt some romance movie bullshit.” Your heart is working overtime, lips parted as guilt bubbles. “You- you understand where my doubt is coming from, though…right? Everything lined up perfectly, and-“

Price simply tuts. “We’ve talked about that pretty little head of yours overthinking too much, havent we?” You freeze, throat drying. You nod. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes-“ you croak. “We have.”

Price grunts in approval, his hands now running up and down your thighs.

“Have you been feeling neglected, hm? Is that it? My sweet wife needs some attention?” Price rumbles, his large, calloused hands that have been marked by countless battles now playing with the hem of your skirt.

“You’ve got my attention now, luvie. No need to play these stupid games with me.”

Your mind is already growing hazy; your husbands words making you almost want to forget about this whole incident. A finger hooks onto the waistband of your panties, bringing you back to the moment.

“Stupid games? John i was prepared to divorce you-“ he shushes you, dragging your underwear down your thighs, then your calves and over your shoes before slipping them into his pocket. A cheeky smile graces his face. stupid muttonchops.

“Must’ve left you alone for far too long then, if you were willing to take it this far.”

He slings your legs over his impossibly large shoulders, making you squeak as your pulled forward on the chair.

“Wouldve come home and fucked those stupid thoughts straight out of your head if i had known you were having doubts about my loyalty, sweetheart.”

He presses a messy kiss to your clit, making you gasp. He grumbles something incoherent (“Me? Cheat? Silly girl.”), before licking a long stripe up your neglected cunt, causing your hips to buck. The taste of you after going months without has price groaning into your heat. He eats like a man starved, a mix of desire to prove his loyalty and that he finally gets to taste his wife after being away for so long.

Hes fuming, really. Toward you? No.

Towards whatever stupid bastard sent you that message. He’s glad you didnt notice him slip your phone in his pocket, because he knew you’d be against him hunting the fucker down. You just need a distraction to keep that pretty little head thinking too hard. And he’ll give you just that.

“Oh, my poor sweet wife…” He grunts, before sucking on your clit with a renewed fevor. He pulls off with a lewd pop, two thick fingers replacing his previous ministrations. You’re squirming in his office chair, mind hazy and hips bucking.

“Thinkin’ I was out here cheating on ya’… you know better, love.” He tuts.

His fingers curl so nicely into that spongey spot that makes you see stars. “M sorry-“ you’d slur, “I didnt believe it when I first saw the message I promise-“ you gasp as price presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing in small tight circles.

“Lovie, you stormed in here with divorce papers. Dont tell me you didn’t believe it.”

Your head tilts back as you pant, small gasps slipping past your lips.

“There we go.” Price coaxes, his fingers picking up their pace.

“Wouldnt even cross my mind to look at another woman when my gorgeous girl looks like that as I stuff her cunt full of my fingers.” He coos, watching your face intently as your release crashes down; intense enough to make you writhe and moan.

Price pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean before getting up off his knees. Your throat runs dry, bracing for whats to come even as you grapple your bearings. You’re mentally preparing for Price to be dissapointed, upset with you, maybe even mad.

He analyzes your expression, leaning back against his desk. His eyes scrape over your small form sat in his chair.

“Im not upset, love. That pretty little head of yours had months to overthink that message without a voice of reason.”

Price tilts your chin up.

“Lets just not have to do this again, hm? Then i’ll be mad.”

Its sounds like a threat, but it isnt. Price knows he’ll always be there to talk his beloved wife down from the edge.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hope you dont mind an angsty request but

Can i request Kieran, Carmine, and Drayton see (or heard for Drayton’s part) the reader in a comatose state after taking the blow that was meant for Kieran when Terapagos went out of control. Like they, in the moment, sacrifice themself for Kieran and was somehow still standing after taking the hit but after they caught Terapagos, they immediatley fainted and havent woken up ever since.

(Btw i enjoy your posts!)

Ough this hurts, it's an absolutely devastating concept <//3

(and thank you!!!)

.....

Kieran

Instead of summoning your 'raidon, you shoved him aside and took the full brunt of the tera energy-infused blast, not caring what happened to you.

As long as he was safe.

He couldn't understand why you'd do this for him.

Even after going on that angry tirade about you, even after he caught Terapagos with a master ball solely to "get even" with you....you chose to save his life when you could've just saved yourself, Carmine, and Briar.

How could you be so kind and selfless to someone like him? Who's done nothing but talk about how much he envied you?

And somehow you're still standing, convincing him to fight by your side so you could both quell the legendary's fury.

Seeing the light return to his eyes made you smile as your pokemons' combined strength defeated it, with Kieran deciding to let you properly catch it.

What nobody expected, though, was for you to pass out shortly after you picked up the pokeball you used..

Your 'raidon got everybody safely out of Area Zero, but you still haven't woken up and were rushed to the hospital.

The attack left you in a comatose-like state, according to doctors, and there's no telling when you'll awaken...if ever.

There was overwhelming tera energy coming from your body, which caused any Pokémon within the room to start terastalizing themselves. So you had to be isolated, having only human visitors.

Of course, Kieran was the most devastated.

Now he might never get the chance to apologize to you..and it's all because he got obsessed with defeating you and was willing to use a dangerous legendary to do just that.

This was all his fault.

If you were to die thinking he still hated you...he'd never forgive himself.

He definitely doesn't wanna think about you reincarnating into a Phantump and haunting him for the rest of his life.

He visits as often as he can, holding your hand while he talks to you.

While he's not sure if you could even hear what he was saying, but somehow he believes you're listening.

"I went too far, [y/n]..I only ever wanted to be like you. But instead I....I-I did this to you. I did this to someone who still believed in me. Someone who still saw me as....a-as a friend..." His voice breaks, never having felt such remorse in his entire life. "I'm so, so sorry...please wake up soon."

Although he had let go of his bitterness towards you entirely, his bad sleeping/eating habits are still there, and there's not much that anybody can do to help him cope.

With every visit, he grows more desperate for a positive update on your condition, chatting with you and always ending with a plea for you to wake up.

Hell, he's even willing to become friends with Drayton again if that's what it took to see your eyes open.

When you do finally awaken after the tera energy readings have dropped to practically zero, you see Kieran asleep in the chair beside you, his hair messy and reminiscent of what it looked like a year ago.

You muster up enough strength to lightly ruffle it, and that's what makes him jerk awake, shocked.

At first he thinks he's still dreaming when he sees you're now conscious...but when the doctors confirm you're gonna make a full recovery, he just collapses into your waiting arms and sobs into your shoulder, having held back all of his tears until now.

You simply comfort him, reassuring that you didn't blame him at all.

It was you who chose to sacrifice yourself.

And you'd do it all over again.

Carmine

Seeing you take that devastating hit for her brother shocked her to her very core...and even moreso when you were still standing despite the powerful blast.

But when you pass out shortly after capturing Terapagos, she's quick to snap Briar for pushing Kieran to terastalize it, blaming her for the reason this all happened.

She doesn't care if she gets in trouble for backtalking a teacher.

Her obsession with this "hidden treasure" ended up hurting a student, someone she was supposed to protect...and now you may never wake up.

At the hospital, Carmine sometimes visits you alongside her brother, and other times the two go in separately, leaving their pokemon outside.

When it's just her, she mostly talks about how Kieran has been doing, mentioning how you literally brought the light back into his eyes and how he wasn't some battle-crazed stranger anymore.

You saved him in more ways than one, and she cries a little just thinking about that, wishing you'd wake up and see that he was willing to let go of the past.

Whether it takes days or weeks, she never stops visiting you.

What you did for her brother was noble...and something she wishes she could've been brave enough to do.

The day you finally wake up and start to remember everything, Carmine quickly tries to cover up the fact she was crying.

But when you start talking, she's quick to breakdown as she (lightly) berated you for doing something so reckless, making you swear to NEVER do that again.

Soon Kieran rushes in the moment he hears you're awake..and he starts crying, too.

You just comfort the two siblings in your groggy half-asleep state, wondering how you'll tell them that this wasn't your first near-death experience...

Drayton

All he hears is that you were involved in an accident down in Area Zero...and it feels like a punch to the gut when he learns it put you into a coma.

Now he wishes he went with you. Maybe he could've kept an eye on Kieran just in case he did anything stupid for the sake of defeating you in-battle.

But he didn't, and that's exactly what ends up happening.

Despite not knowing all the details, he 100% believes Kieran is at fault for your condition.

Even though Drayton only knew you for a short time, he cared enough to frequently visit your room, trying to stay his chill and relaxed self while he talks to you about whatever came to mind (in case you were listening, he didn't want you to worry over him).

But it gets harder with every passing day and no clear confirmation on when (and if) you'll wake up.

Carmine was afraid he was going to strangle Kieran if he saw him...

Yet whenever they so-happen to visit you at the exact same time, words are seldom exchanged between the two.

Although Drayton will often glare at him, thinking to himself "only now he's sorry?"

Even so, he doesn't verbalize it.

There's no bitter reminders of what Kieran did. No petty insults to get the other ex-champion riled up.

They just sit in silence, although seeing the tears in the younger boy's eyes and the way he holds your hand made Drayton's gaze less icy the more he saw it.

Whenever you wake up, he's one of the first to know and brought you a Dragonite plushie as a gift, relieved to see you talking, his eyes slightly stinging and a huge smile on his face.

Once you recover more, he'll ask you what you remembered of Area Zero....and becomes shocked after you explained everything that happened down there.

All this time, he thought Kieran used Terapagos to attack you directly, but to learn it actually got out of control and turned its back on him??? And you chose to push him out of the way???

Drayton isn't sure if you're brave or dumb, but he's glad you're okay now.

When Kieran comes in, he leaves you both be to update the Elite Four, although he'll be back to help you on the long road to recovery.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bsd except Francis adopted Atsushi. It was originally for Fyodor's plans and his own to find the book.

But as time went on Francis grew to care for Atsushi as his son.

The day he fled with Atsushi and disbanded the Guild was the day Francis saw what Shibusawa was doing to Atsushi.

Atsushi spent the next years growing up in a modest cottage on the outskirts of Yokohama. It was sometimes lonely but his parents were always around and Atsushi loved them dearly.

Zelda was very protective over Atsushi. He was her sweet boy, her light in the darkness. She taught him how to play piano, how to map out stars.

Her darling daughter was everything to her and so is her dear son.

Francis adored him, he taught him how to shoot and self defence. He encouraged Atsushi's love of reading and always bought him a treat whenever they went out.

Both of them were concerned about Atsushi getting a job at the Agency. Especially after hearing how he met Dazai.

Money wasn't an issue of course but both agreed Atsushi couldn't stay inside with them forever. And he really wanted to join the Agency.

Learning about the Presidents ability definitely helped. Prior to that Atsushi spent full moons in a large old barn with his father nearby.

Things went okay for a while, Atsushi was happy and visted home often. Telling his parents about his friends and his adventures.

And while, they were concerned at times they were happy for him. That was until news Atsushi had a bounty came out and it was set by the Guild.

Now Atsushi knew about the Guild. Francis had told his son everything after they left. Even the original reason for his adoption, feeling nothing but guilt and remorse.

To his suprise Atsushi just hugged him and said he was glad because now he knew for sure his dad really cared about him. He hugged him back "I do, I always will."

So news his old organisation was trying to kidnapp his son angered Francis immensely. And hell hath no fury like Zelda Fitzgerald, Francis she was going to kill Fyodor herself.

What a woman.

Atsushi was terrified and his parents reassured him no one was going to dare take him from them.

Francis decides to meet with Fukuzawa, knowing the Agency are investigating this and wanting to help any way he can.

"Apologies, but given this concerns one of our members I'd prefer if everyone was present. Is that alright with you?" Asked Fukuzawa and Francis nodded, taking a seat.

"Of course, it's good to know my son has made such good friends."

"Wait this is about your son?" Asked Dazai making Kunikida sigh loudly. "Dazai, did you not listen to me earlier?!" Dazai grinned widely "nope."

Before Kunikida strangle him, Francis snorted and both turned their attention to him. "So you're Dazai, that definitely explains a lot. And you must be Kunikida."

He went and pointed out each member, correctly identifying them from his sons descriptions. And well, he'd met Kyouka a few times because Atsushi bought her over for dinner.

She waved at him and he waved back.

"And I leave the best for last, my dear boy Atsushi." Atsushi ducked his head "daaaaddd not infront of my friends." But they both knew he didn't mean it.

"Ohhh do you're Atsushi's father" Said Dazai as Kunikida facepalmed. "That I am and proud to be" Said Fitzgerald before becoming serious. "The organisation known as the Guild was one I lead for a number of years."

He told his story, how he went in search of a guide only to find a child. One that wormed his way into his heart and how he'd fled with him.

"I dont know Fyodor's plans, but whoevers running the Guild now is definitely working with him. His organisation is the Rats in the House of Dead."

Kunikida was writing this all down. "Does anyone in your previous organisation keep in contact with you?"

"There's Alcott, Poe as well." At that Ranpo looked up, curious. "That wouldn't happen to be acclaimed author, Edgar Allan Poe would it?"

Francis nodded, suprised he figured it out. "Friend of yours?" Ranpo smirked "something like that."

The meeting soon came to a close, everyone promising to keep Atsushi safe and Francis hugged him goodbye. "He's in good hands" Said Fukuzawa when it was just them.

Francis nodded "I know, I just..." He watches Atsushi smile and laugh with his friends. "I lost one child, I can't bare to lose another."

"And you won't" Said Fukuzawa, something about that made Francis believe him. "If you find the bastard know my wife has dibs on clubbing him in the head."

Fukuzawa chuckled "I'll remember that."

Elsewhere Atsushi shows his friends a picture of him and his parents.

"... So Atsushi are you in need of another father?" Asked Dazai with a smirk. Atsushi beat Kunikida to the punch and shook his mentor fiercely.

"Dazai if you ever ask my mum to commit double suicide with you. I will burn your signed copy of the complete guide to suicide."

"Ah! Not my darling, alright alright I won't."

[galadrieljones]

Dont ask me how, tumblr just served me your big Crestwood analysis post from trespasser ago describing how you always picked the angry option as the only one feeling right within the context of the rest of the game. That was an insightful read :D I didn't know about it so much since I was always team "I'm worried about you and I'm willing to show up as someone you can rely on". I feel like the game nudged me into that direction from the very early "you can trust me !" dialogue option in Haven <3 (which I'm actually drawing fanart about right now in another tab LOL). It made me wonder if consolidating anger as Lavellan's response in that moment was your starting point for Isene as we know her in your fiction or if she predated this :) I apologize if you've already explained that 80 times before. – Kind regards

Hello, my friend. I appreciate your question. Some of my old posts from the Before Times have made the rounds over the past several months. I have reread a few of them and I still mostly stand by what they say lol. The one about the angry Lavellan response is definitely very personal to me, as I remember a lot of people telling me they appreciated my reading, and that they had totally different reactions, and it's always good to see how even as we all seem to love Solas with a similar devotion, we also all absorb and process this Solas romance so differently, depending on who we are. I think that's part of why Solavellan is so beautiful.

I do not remember consciously consolidating Sene's anger, though I had always thought of her as a very hot-tempered person. She is impulsive, and her emotions burn very brightly on the surface of her reactions, and in this, she can become reckless. However, I don't really think I had this very well formulated in my mind at this point, in Crestwood, and I actually do think it probably informed her characterization to some degree, the fact that I felt angry for her, and I know that she felt angry and blindsided in this moment. So in some ways, yes, she was born in that moment.

Over the years, I would formulate Sene's "anger" in lots of ways, through The Dead Season, and through my characterization of young Solas, who is a lot like Sene in his explosive nature, and also Sene's father, Revasan, who is an extremely blustery and expressive person. I always thought of Sene and her father as having great chemistry with Solas, who is an extremely emotional man, but who has been groomed to disguise his passion through duty, to become Fen'harel. He sees in them some brightly burning light in the new world, which draws him closer to his nature.

I don't really think I even get past the tip of the ice berg with Sene's anger in The Dead Season, tbh, which is a fix-it, and in which Solas, who was raised by a mother and a father, understood what it meant to be loved. But in Riptide, I excavate it much more fully. She uses it unconsciously to destroy her relationships, and she is constantly surprised when her friends and ex-lovers forgive her and love her still. In this way, she is slowly beginning to understand Solas, and his regrets. As I develop her now through the Veilguard canon time period, I see how her anger is changing into a different kind of obsession, and passion, which consumes her and grants her a kind of transcendence, though she struggles with it at first, and she searches out ways to self-medicate and quell her own fury. I am looking forward to developing her even further now, toward her reunion with Solas.

Anyway, I hope this answered your question! Sene is very important to me and I am always very happy when people want to talk about her.

[galactic-rhea]

never thought about the vader + obiwan dynamic like that but damn. kind vibe. consider !! (or dont ur decision) if we were to tentatively tie it into the pre-existing canon that instead of the "vader wants to kill obiwan because he blames him and is therefore obsessed with killing him" it could be more. vader is obsessed with kill obiwan BECAUSE of his self-hatred and self-disgust. obiwan (and ahsoka. and rex. and luke and-) is one of the last pieces of Anakin Skywalker alive. he's a living reminder of that pain and who vader couldve been. so the obsession is less With obiwan, then with himself and it turns into this grotesque self-harming violence and obiwan is being sucked into by association. i could also see this applying to vader's fights with ahsoka and luke (the first one not the second). peace and love ur thoughts and art are golden ❤️

Woah thank you! <3

I haven't watched Rebels yet, so I have no idea how the Ahsoka vs Vader fight went (which is why I avoid so hard gifsets with Ahsoka and Anakin 😂😂) but it could be pretty accurate, I suppose!

With Vader, I usually remain on the notion that he's pretty much a husk of Anakin, he lacks any passion at all, like sure he's angry and furious most of the time, and annoyed, but it's like, instead of raging burning fury, it burns like how ice burns, is old and calculated and rootten and it leaves you numb to everything.

In the original trilogy he doesn't seem to deny thaaaaaat hard being Anakin, I mean he does, but like he's just so...idk, he's so "meh" about everything, nothing matters, like instead of going "THAT NAME MEANS NOTHING TO ME ANYMOREEEEEE!!!!" it's more like "-takes away Luke's lightsaber- That name means nothing to me anymore y'know."

"then my father is truly dead"

"ah"

Like he's almost bored, in fact when he kills Obi-Wan he does look almost bored like "wow, this is a lame fight, I'll end it quickly old master" and then he stomps on the robes when Obi-Wan's corpse disappear,,,,like a cat trying to catch a light pointer, and then he just leaves like "whatever idc why this body is gone, i've seen weirder stuff" NKJDFSNJDFSSD

He doesn't even care enough about his self-hatred to like, you know, do something about himself, or like, even kill himself because Palpatine probably doesn't let him die and because he believes he deserves the hell he lives him. He only mostly moves to carry on Palpatine's orders.

So that's mostly what I go by with him, if he's obssesed about anything, is when he learns about Luke, probably. If he wanted to rid off everything about 'anakin skywalker', you would think he wouldn't care about Luke that much because Luke very proudly takes on the name Skywalker (i would say agressively and stubbornly 😆) and he would rather not aknowledge anything about Padmé or why he turned to the dark side, which he probably doesn't admit outwardly, and probably tells himself he doesn't care, but internally is the very reason he hates himself.

He also kept Ahsoka's lightsaber, which, again, is he reaaally wanted to destroy everything that remained of his old life wouldn't fit (again, I haven't watched Rebels so idk if that's brought up in their fight)

He wanted to kill Obi-Wan mostly out of the fact he...kills anything opposing the empire, and the jedi are forbidden now and "I suppose I should want revenge and he's here now".

But yeah, I could see an AU where he does want to hunt down Obi-Wan and it's just an attempt to end what's left of Anakin, and feeling really empty and unchanged if he believes Obi-Wan dead (or actually manages to kill him before ANH timeline). Like there's just quiet silence, and he still feels the same, Anakin's still hasn't been destroyed, and then goes back to his usual misererable apathy.

[marilynthornhilllover]

Lady dimitrescu x fem! Maid reader

Name: " attitude problems" this is : I see the way you look at me pt: 2

Warning: almost smut, denied orgasm, fingering, choking, spanking, mommy kink, praise kink, indecent language , slight blood sucking but no actual blood , a little bit of argument with angst.

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It's been 3 years since you had sex with your mistress alcina and became her heir. Mother miranda and alcina's fore- sisters and brothers were not pleased that she was marrying a human, But they couldn't tell her what to do. Or they will face her wrath.

Everyone respected you and treated and talked to you just like they would with alcina.

Alcina made you her head maid. Meaning you were in charge of all the maids that worked for her. Yes ,you would still clean from time to time but most of the time you were sitting around doing little to nothing or nothing at all.

♧

you were sitting in the kitchen around the dinning room table peaceful drinking your coffee when you heard loud gigles. You sighed heavily as you tried to ignore them, but they seem to get louder and more annoying. Like the person is willing to make you suffer.

You slam your cup down on the table making the liquid jump up and spill all over your white t- shirt. Fuck you mumbled as you got up and tried to wip it off but it only made it worse.

You saw a girl all dressed in black pop around the corner of the kitchen door frame. You raised your eyes to meet her death threatening gaze. It was Daniela. You shot daggers at her.

" mommy's back from her trip and would like to see you" she snarled as she giggled again. Something in you snapped. You could feel the anger radiating off yourself.

" fuck off bitch and tell your mom I said go fuck herself" you spat as you sped walked pass her into the living room. She held your waist firmly, signaling you to look up. Your eyes met alcinas gaze as she stood tall above the balcony in the living room.

She had a facial expression you couldn't quite read. It was like she was angry, disappointed but at the same time.....

She liked it......

You rolled your eyes at her and slapped Danielas hand off your stomach as you moved to sit in one of the chairs.

Her living room was huge. Tall Bookselfs everywhere. A big window in the ceiling where natural light came in, but it was still kinda dark. The scent of candles burning, her perfume strong as ever. You picked up a book and pretend to read it.

You side eyed her continuing and saw that she was talking to Jeanine. The new maid in charge of the Landry.

That's when you realized you still had a stain on your shirt that looked disgusting. You pulled off your shirt and left yourself in a balck lace bra, and your every short jeans.

" hey Jean can you throw this in the wash for me, a clown made me spill coffee on it" you said running up the stairs to give it to her.

As soon as you reached the top your eyes locked with alcina's. They were filled with anger and fire. Something you never got to see close up. You ignored her facial expression and offered Jeanine the shirt. Alcinas big hand came down and knocked the shirt out of your hands.

" can't you see I'm talking to her, pet" she said firmly her voice laced with fury. You cocked your eyebrows at her and tilted your head to the side.

" and does it look like I give 2 fucks no, I dont" you spat with an disgusting attitude. You didn't realize your tone of voice until you saw her eyes shine a more bright yellow color, something that only happens when she's completely boiling with anger.

At this point you didn't care. Just because she was your master doesn't mean she gets to treat you like shit. Everytime her daughters who needed psychological help got on your nerves she, would always take their side.

Saying things like "your too childish" or "their just pulling your legs". You were completely fed up, and even sometimes she got fed up of them too .

" Jeanine take the shirt to wash then accompany Daniela with her everyday walk in the rose garden will you?" She asked turning her gaze to Jeanine.

"Yes mistress" she said before gulping quickly and walking away. Daniela giggled as she ran up the other other stairs and followed Jeanine.

You were in deep shit.

Alcina grabbed you by your throat and slamed you into a nearby wall hard. You whimpered at the sudden attack.

She was Hella angry, you could practically see hell open up in her eyes. Her grip on your neck was powerful and tight, you couldn't escape even if you tried. And the more you looked at her the tighter it got.

" p- please mommy, your hurting me" you muttered, barely getting it out, both your hands were on hers trying to get release the grip a little. She was scaring you. You've seen her kill people like this. But she wouldn't do that to you right?

" the only time you roll your eyes at me is when I'm fucking you hard" she said firmly, her tone was demanding and very serious. You were starting to regret your actions. What possessed you to act like that. Such a brat, and alcina hates brats.

"Please I'm sorry mommy" you begged tears forming in your eyes as you digged your nails into her wrist. She squeezed tighter and you swore you felt your soul almost leave your body.

But even though she was hurting you, something about the way she was looking at you made your core heat up.

You were starting to get dizzy, no air passing through you. She let go of your neck and kissed you passionately. Breathing air back into you. It was an amazing feeling to be honest. It might be a new kink for you except it was quite dangerous to do.

You tasted the wine, the blood,the cigarettes and the vanilla biscuit on her tongue as she kissed you. You couldn't help but moan into her mouth as she swallowed it, going rougher.

But soon she was the one taking your breath away. You pulled away panting like you just ran a 1k miles. You placed both your hands on her chest looking at the floor. She grabbed your jaw and forced you to look up at her. " the next time you disrespect me you will regret it" she whispered in your ear.

Her teeth dragged softly across your neck, making you shiver. " fuck you babe" you whispered back, it was mostly for yourself to hear but nothing goes unheard by alcina. She bit down on your neck harshly making you scream.

You scream was surly heard all around the castle. Your scream made her shiver. It was blood curdling, but she tried her best to not let it show. She didn't go deep, there was no blood. But her vampire teeth boring through your skin was definitely painful.

She loved hearing you whimper. She kissed the spot before coming up to kiss you softly on your lips. " I'm sorry drega mea" she said smiling. Something about her suddenly soft act made your blood run cold.

All of a sudden she was soft with you. But you just let it be.

" Your just really stressed out aren't you little one?" She asked in a baby tone of voice, it made you melt. You nodded biting your bottom lip so hard, it could rip off.

She hummed in response and picked you up and carried you to her bedroom.

You knew that there was something far more revengeful behind alcinas sudden kindness but you didn't care. You needed her. Real bad.

She gently ploped you down on the bed and unbuttoned your shorts. She pulled them down with you lifting your waist to help her. Her eyes caught the matching black lace underwear you were wearing. It made her insides scream. She just wanted to ruin you. But she had a plan she had to stick to.

She wasted no time. She pulled you thong to the side and entered 2 fingers in you pumping the hard n' fast. You arch your back as your mouth fell open in a o shape releasing all your moans. " such a good girl for mommy" she cooed going faster.

Sex with alcina was always fantastic. She would bring you to this place that felt so good. She would send you into oblivion. She made you feel so good. Always.

You griped onto the silk bedsheets as you felt your orgasm nearing. It was such a good feeling. A feeling of pure ecstacy.

" fuck, fuck ,fuck oh shit mommy I'm gonna cum" you moaned, your eyes rolling back. She was right. The only time you should be Rolling your eyes in when she's fucking you.

She held your legs up to your chest, the new position making her fuck into you deeper. She curled her fingers in you, her fingertips grazing your walls slightly as she hit your sweet spot.

You kept moaning fucks and shits as you feel yourself going more and more over the edge. Alcina smirked as she felt your walls tighten around her digits.

As soon as you were going to cum she pulled out her fingers. You whined at the sudden lost. You really wanted to cum, you were so close to Cumming. You needed it. But at the same time you didn't deserve it.

You heard her chuckle as she crawled up towards you. " I told you you'd regret it my love" she whispered, her voice was divine, she looked so eternal when she was teasing you.

" no mommy please, make me cum please I'm sorry momm-" she cut you off pushing her fingers with your juices in your mouth. You moan as you tasted yourself on her fingers.

"Save some for me baby" she said pulling her fingers away from your mouth with a pop. She quickly placed them in hers sucking and licking the remaining juices.

You ploped yourself up on your elbows pouting at her. " when you learn to keep that mouth of yours clean and that temper of yours under control, mommy will make you feel real good" she whispered barley kissing your lips. Ghosting you.

You whined like a pathetic whore, bucking your hips towards nothing, clenching around nothing. You needed your sweet release.

She got up and walked over to the door. Just as she was about the leave you decided to make her really angry. As if that would make her fuck you.

" I said it once and I'll have to say it again, fuck you" you regretted your choice of words. In that very moment, alcina turned on her heels and stormed towards you.

" you deserve a spanking mìca mèa curvà" she flipped you over on your stomach walked over to her drawer. You heard her pull something out and when you looked over your shoulder it was a leather starp belt. You gasp. You never tried anything like this when it came to sex with alcina.

And you didnt want to experience it in a punishment form. Your skin became heated and so did your core. " you will count and you will thank you, do you understand?"

"Yes mistress" you say and she smirks. She messaged your ass before pulling your body into a " ass up face down" position.

Smack.

You yelped as the whip makes you flinch, jolting up the bed.

You gripped onto the bedsheets for dear life.

Smack.

The whip hits your ass again. Leaving bright red marks on your pale ass cheek. You moan this time as mixture of pain and pleasure runs through you.

And soon you remember what you were supposed to be doing.

" one thank you mommy" you whispered. She yanked your hair hard. Your neck flew up as she pulled hard. Her mouth came up to your ear. Her hot breath against your hot skin.

" your response must be as loud as your disrespect bitch" she whispered.

It continued this way for a very long time. The spanking. When ever you didn't respond she would give you another one until you would. When you responded too soft and yanked your hair roughly.

In total she gaved you 26 slaps to your ass.

After she messaged the redden area and kissed it. Her soft lips against the swollen and hurting area making you winch.

She allowed you to get dress and reinforce yourself.

You ass hurt like hell.

You cupped your cheek and rubbed it softly.

" I'll take to the girls about annoying you darling" she spoke softly.

You hummed in response as you melted into her touch.

" it's ok, the girls know I love them. I'm just really stressed with being head maid. Tell Daniela I didn't mean to lash out on her" you said almost sadistic.

She smiled softly at you.

" how about you tell her yourself" she said pulling you into a kiss. It was sweet and slow. Loving really.

♧

As you walked into the rose garden you heard Daniela's adorable giggles as you spotted her running behind a black butterfly. You saw on a Grey old bench and picked some roses. You made sure to be careful not to get spiked.

As soon as she spotted you she ran over to you and sat next to you. " I made a friend" she said smiling like a little girl. She made you heart melt. How much you be so mean to her earlier. You huffed as you smiled at her.

" turn around" you told her and she complied. You took strands of hair from both sides of her head and braided them, after the took a piece of flower stem and tied them together.

After you tore the rose petals off and placed them into her hair. Giving her the alternate princess look.

She turned back around and hugged you tight.

" I'm sorry for the way I shouted at you Dani, I love you" you whispered into her neck. " it's ok, and I know I love you too because your the first person to ever love my mom so much. She's happy when she's with you. " she whispered.

You smiled as you hugged her tighter.

You pulled away and pulled her up.

" come on let's go make dinner yeah?" She nodded in response and you both raced back to the castle.

[margowritesthings]

THE MEANING OF THE SCAR

a RDR2 x Black Badge crossover

pairing: N/A for this chapter, will eventually be Arthur Morgan x reader word count: 2650 words warnings: spoilers for RDR2 ending, violence, Micah Bell, explicit language, major character death and subsequent resurrection, brief mentions of domestic violence YOU DONT NEED TO HAVE READ THE BLACK BADGE TO UNDERSTAND THIS SERIES, EVERYTHING IS EXPLAINED DURING THE STORY authors note: What's that, you say? You want a RDR x Black Badge crossover?? No??? WELL IM DOIN IT ANYWAY

The series that no one asked for tbh. If you haven't heard of the Black Badge, it's a wonderful series of books by Rhett C Bruno and Jamie Castle, where the audiobooks are narrated by Roger Clarke. This series puts Arthur in the shoes of the protagonist, who is doomed to hunt the supernatural to pay off his karmic debts. The prologue explains it a little better, so sit back and enjoy! There will be romance, there will be monsters, what more could you ask for?

BLACK BADGE ORIGNAL SERIES

PROLOGUE

I have seen so many incredible things. 

Living on the land for as long as I have, you tend to. I’ve camped under the most breathtaking sunrises, that big orange orb scattering unimaginable colours over our poor souls as it creeps over the horizon. I've seen nature at its finest: baby deer learning to walk, wolves running together in tight packs not unlike us outlaws, even saw a little chick hatching once. Beautiful women from all around batting their long lashes at me, not even all of them because I was a prospective customer. I’ve been a lucky man, to have experienced so many sights.

Never did I think that the last thing I saw living on this Earth would be Micah Bell’s goddamn ugly mug.

The barrel of his gun was shaking in his tight grip, and I used the absolute last of my strength to keep my head up and look right down it. 

“You’re not better than me, Morgan.”

Never claimed to be, but if I had more time, I might have argued it, the rat. But that was the thing… I didn’t have more time. I could tell, the simple act of breathing was becoming just too much. I might have gotten a few more days, if Micah hadn’t just knocked the seven bells of shit out of me and the last few days had been a little calmer, but such is life. Such is death, I should say. 

After a wheezed cough was pushed out of me, I still managed to get one last jab in, as laboured and choked out as it was, 

“Whatever you say, you fool.”

Everything hurt, and I could hear the clock ticking my final seconds out as Micah’s finger trembled on the trigger. He was mad, I could see the fury spreading across his face as he registered what I was choosing to do with my final words. 

Maybe it was supposed to be the time for prayers, the time to have my life flash before my eyes while I count my regrets and mourn the things that will never happen, but there’d been enough of that ever since that doc told me my days were numbered. I hadn’t lived a good life, I wasn’t a good man, but I got some peace knowing my final hours were spent getting Marston and his family out safe, making sure Milton didn’t, and insulting the gang’s little pet rodent. If I had any regrets in that moment, they would only be that I didn’t manage any more permanent damage to Micah’s ugly ass mug before he got me. Actually, I might’ve wanted to die at dawn, to see one last sunrise, but mostly the Micah thing. 

“Damn you…” he spat, the glow of the moon casting the most horrendous shadows from his twisted expression. 

“Damn us both!” 

And that was it. 

A shot,

and it was all over. 

No sunrise, no grand redemption in the last few minutes of my damned life…

Just me, the moon, and goddamned Micah Bell. 

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I never expected I’d get into Heaven, but I never thought it’d be so goddamn dark down here in Hell.

I stirred as if waking up from a fitful sleep filled with nightmares involving Micah shooting me in the face, and even though my eyelids flew open, there was no light to speak of. There was a crushing weight on my chest, and a burning behind my right eye. What felt like dirt fell into my face with each little movement, and suddenly it all fit together, forming a terrifying reality of my predicament. 

It wasn’t a dream. Micah fuckin’ Bell had shot me. Tuberculosis ran ragged through my veins and filled my lungs, I’d been captured, hung in an O’Driscoll camp and tortured for information, hell, I’d been shipped off to goddamn Guarma with nothing but the shirt of my back… and in the end the sorry sight to end my story was a rat with a revolver. 

The dirt fell in my eyes relentlessly, so much so I had to close them again. It wasn’t like they were being much use anyway, what with me being buried alive and all. Moving my limbs was hard, but not impossible, I found, giving me hope that I wasn’t too far down in the ground. I never thought I’d hope for a shallow grave, but then again I couldn’t have predicted waking up in one either. None of it made much sense, but I reckoned it’d probably be best if I got back out into open air before figuring out why I couldn’t feel my toes, why breathing felt so strange and unnecessary, or how I’d survived a gunshot to the head. 

I started with small movements, flexing my numbed fingers in and out until there was enough room to ball them into fists. I would have shouted for help, if I could, but I knew all I’ll get from it is a mouthful of dirt. I’d have to do this alone, it would seem. 

The movement spread from fists to arms, the dirt starting to mould around me until it didn’t feel so crushing anymore, and I was soon clawing upwards. I dared to squint one eye open, finding small holes of light poked through the blanket of nothingness like stars. I felt triumphant when I reached upwards into open air, but it was short lived when I failed to feel the wind or the breeze or the sun or anything to let me know this wasn’t all some death dream. 

I pressed on, scraping at the skies until big patches of the Earth fell apart around my body and I could pull myself out of my grave. The sun beat so brightly that I couldn’t help but continue to squint, trying to make out my surroundings. It was dawn, ironically. I always assumed Hell’s skies would hold a lot more fire in them, but the blue hues and yellow rays were anything but hellish. They were beautiful, a sight I was sure I’d never see again. 

After my eyes adjusted, I made out the tombstone standing above my grave, a handcrafted wooden cross with my name scratched into the centre. Folk aren’t usually lucky enough (or unlucky enough, I hadn’t yet decided) to see their own graves, and yet here I was. Why? Was this truly Hell, looking over the sunrise while I was damned to sit by my own grave and wait for no-one to mourn me? 

‘Blessed Are Those Who Mourn, For They Will Be Comforted’

It was my epitaph, carved into the circle surrounding my name. I hoped it was true. I didn’t know how long I’d been buried, but I didn’t want anyone sitting around crying over me. I hoped I’d done enough, in those last few hours, and that the ones I loved, whoever was left of them, anyway, made it out okay. 

I pushed myself up out of the grave, dusting off the mud that clung to me and standing straight despite the complaints of my aching back. I looked over the hill, over what looked an awful lot like Ambarino. 

“Beautiful, ain’t it? I tell you, that friend of yours picked a good spot. Shame you’ll get no rest here.” 

I froze, my spine straightening on instinct as the voice behind me confirmed that I was in fact in Hell. Even after looking Death in the face and calling him a fool, it still took me a moment to turn and face my father. 

I expected anger to course through my veins, for my fists to ball and fury to burn over my skin the first time I saw him after all these years, but it didn’t. I looked my Daddy straight in his cold, dead eyes, and nodded to him. He did the same.

“Pa?” 

“Fraid so.” 

I was almost too dumbfounded to realise what he was sitting on. Who he was sitting on, I should say. Boadicea stood as tall and as beautiful as that last day we spent together in Blackwater. The sight could have taken my breath away, if I had any. 

I wanted to step closer, to pat my girl on the neck and feel to make sure she was really there, but I wasn’t ready to move just yet. 

“What�� What the hells goin’ on?” 

Daddy dearest chuckled, probably at my ironic choice of wording, and Boadicea stomped a foot on the ground. Despite everything, all I wanted to do was to get Lyle Morgan off my horse, but there’d be time for it. 

“You’re dead, son. Nasty shot to the head, though you put up a good fight.” He said it like he was recounting the most mundane story ever told, not breaking the news that his only son had died. I considered his words, finding a strange peace with them all.

“...This Hell?” It had to be, right? There’s no other way he could be here, not with the way he treated me and Ma. I dreaded to think what Boadicea could have done to deserve an afterlife with him, but it made more sense than both of us fools being let into the pearly gates upstairs everyone always goes on about. 

Pa chuckled again, clearly finding my demise much more casual news than I, “To some, but not in the way you’re thinkin’ of it. I’ve got some bad news, boy.” 

“Worse than my death?” It was annoying me, how elusive and blasé he was being about everything, dragging this out for longer than he needed while holding the cards right up close to his chest. He knew what was going on, and yet there he was, sitting on Boadicea like he owned whatever goddamn realm we were in. Surely this was Hell, having this conversation with the man who beat me into who I am today. Who I was, before karma caught up with me and shot me in the face. 

“Depends on how much you were lookin’ forward to it.”

My teeth ground together as the frustration at his evasiveness built. He must’ve sensed it, as he dismounted Boadicea and patted her on the neck.  It threw me more than it should, watching the man I’d left long behind me interacting with my beloved Boa. 

He stood just as tall as the day I watched him hang, the only difference being a nasty scar that wound around his neck and made me dread to think what I might look like. It was like looking at a ghost. Well, I guess I was looking at a ghost. 

“You’re still here, Arthur. On Earth. Seems you did just enough good there in the end that they didn’t know what to do with you. Too bad to make it to the upstairs, too good to burn in Hell… for now.”

“Earth? But… I’m… we’re-“

“Dead? Yeah. But you’re stuck here, doin’ their bidding.” 

He was running his fingers over Boadicea’s mane, and she shook her head in response. She seemed like she wanted his hands off her as much as I did, but I had to find out what was going on first. 

“Bidding? Who’s bidding? Can you just be straight with me for one damn minute-“

“Patience, boy.” He snapped, bringing out one of Boadicea’s signature annoyed huffs, “The White Throne’s bidding. You’re theirs now. You do as they say, or you end up in a far worse position than you’re in now.”

I felt like I needed to sit down, but unless I was going to climb back in that grave, there was nowhere to rest. 

“I… I don’t understand.”

Lyle sighed, turning fully towards me and hooking his thumbs in his belt loops.

“The White Throne have chosen you to be a Black Badge, Arthur. You’re not alive, nor are you fully dead. You work for them until they decide they’re done with you, and then…” 

“And then?”

“Well… I ain’t sure, truth be told, boy. I never got as far as you, I’m just here to pass the message on.”

None of it made any sense, and I had no idea who this White Throne was. Dad didn’t seem to have the answers, nor did he seem inclined to give them to me even if he did. It was then I noticed that my heart should be pounding out of my chest. Instead, it felt hollow, the anxiety of my situation bouncing around an empty can of nothing. 

So this was really happening…

“They’ll call on you when they need you with this,” he turned, rummaging through Boadicea’s saddle bag and handing me a journal. It looked exactly like the one I gave to Marston just before I died, the one I collected my thoughts and sketches in, only when I flicked through the pages, they were all blank. 

“Keep an eye on it, it’ll tell you what you need to do, who to look for, or where to go.”

“What am I, a goddamn undead bounty hunter?” 

He laughed, a proper hearty laugh that would’ve made my skin crawl had I not been so occupied with the confusion of it all. 

“You could say that. But you’re not just after anyone, they’ll send you off to the supernatural stuff. Vampires, werewolves, demons, that sort. You’ll get the hang of it.”

I was so stuck on the whole supernatural thing that I hardly noticed him step towards me, slapping a hand onto my shoulder. I froze, but not because my father had touched me for the first time in decades, but because I couldn’t feel a damn thing.

He must’ve seen the shock on my face, cause his brows pulled together in a pitiful look, “Ah, yeah… there’s some side effects to death, son. But I’m sure you’ll figure that one out.” 

‘Side effects’ was a light way of putting it. I’d later find out that we unlucky few in the Black Badge have a fair few impediments. I can’t feel. Not the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, the touch of another, not even the burn of a good whiskey. I don’t feel pain, which can be helpful at times I guess. I can’t taste anything, either. It’s a unique punishment, to be stuck walking the earth but not really living, having no access to those simple pleasures in life like a stiff drink or the touch of a pretty lady. If I’d have known what was waiting for me at the end of all this, well… maybe I’d have made some different choices. 

“It’s a lot to take in, I know.” 

I glanced to my shoulder, finding Dad’s hand still there. He must’ve sensed my discomfort, removing his touch- or lack thereof- from me. 

“You’ll get the hang of it, son.” 

If I weren’t so preoccupied with my new lot in life (or death, I should say), now would have been the perfect time to confront the man who stood beside me. Ask him why he did what he did, get some answers for every question my teenage self tortured himself with while he wandered the streets for somewhere to stay for the night. But when I turned, he was gone, without a single trace to suggest he was ever there in the first place. Seems I’d gotten all the information out of him I was entitled to. 

That left me and Boadicea, standing beside an empty grave I wasn’t sure anyone would have visited anyway. 

I sighed, finally stepping towards her and patting her neck in that spot she always loved. 

“Well girl, guess this is it for a while…” 

I looked down to the journal in my hand, just in time to see inky black writing appear on the page as if bleeding through the realms.

‘Welcome to the Black Badge, Arthur Morgan.’

[gungoo4lifer]

The 30 Minutes Rule

Summary: Goo finds a way to avoid Gun's nasty ass utterly filthy disgusting smoky breath

The 30 minutes rule.

The 30 minutes rule is a rule where Gun can't make any psychial contact with Goo including cuddles, kisses and even standing next to him too close after smoking for the first 30 minutes.

And how all of this started?..

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Entering their home, Gun lefts out a deep sigh in relief as he finally comes back to home from all the exhausting work, to his housewife... househusband, whatever. How odd. Usually, Goo would be right in front of him whenever he entered home, greeting him with hugs. If theres not a sight of a grinning blonde in front of him, waiting for hugs, then it must mean that Goo was in the kitchen.

''Gun?'' Goo shouts from the kitchen, his gaze on the cooking pot as he does so.

''Im home.''

''I can tell.''

Stripping his jacket that felt heavy and pulling away his tie, Gun makes his way to the kitchen to see what Goo cooked, the sight of Goo wearing the light pink apron while cooking appears in front of him, even someone as wicked as Goo can be.. adorable sometimes.

Walking towards the back of Goo, Gun wraps his arms around his beloved and shoves his head on his shoulder, nibbling onto Goo's neck. ''Welcome home dea- EEEEW you fucking stink get the fuck out of my kitchen you're going to cause the food smell like that disgusting cigarattes ugh!''

'Kiss. Give me kisses, im tired.''

''Kiss?! No way in hell when your breath fucking smells cigarettes.'' Goo clenches his teeth in both fury and annoyance, holding himself to not bash Gun's head into the cooking pot.

Gun rolls his eyes, planting a kiss on Goo's cheek, which Goo replies with a grimace on his face. ''Fucking damn it, you're gonna make me smell like that too!''

''Whatever.''

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Not so long after, Goo finds himself sitting on the couch with Gun, with Gun's head resting on his chest as Goo scrolls down through his phone, from the way Gun looked, Goo could tell that he was going to fall asleep. No matter how strong he was, and how stable stamina he had, he could get tired too. After all, he was just a human being like the others.

''Go to sleep.''

'..I'm not sleepy.'' Gun mutters, his eyelids feeling heavy as he shuts down his eyes, already falling asleep.

''Idiot.''

Goo lefts out a small chuckle as he goes back to scrolling down on his phone, then seeing a video about a site. ''Huh?''

From what he's hearing, it seems like the site was about women who complains about their issues they suffered with their relationship goes there and asks for help, then receives answers from another women who had the same issue earlier and has experience, etc. ''Is there a men version of it?'' Goo thinks and searches, but nah.

Then suddenly, an idea pops in his mind.

And now he's an anonim, using that site. Why, you ask?

"Hello. I dont want to use my real name here right now, but i'm here to tell you girls that i suffer with my partner's smoking addiction. He always smokes and then he tries to hug and kiss me and it smells disgusting! Is there a way to avoid it? Anyone up to help? if so, please let me know.''

Damn. Even Goo is impressed, looking at his own speech, even he himself can't tell that it was himself who wrote that. ''Well, its the only way to get help isn't it?'' What can he say? Korea's a homophobic country, not many would be very impressed if they found out that they were in a relationship with Gun. Maybe its because of the fact that Gun is a damn yakuza, who knows.

After a few minutes, a notification comes up, from the same site. ''Hi, Mi-sun here! I have a solution for your problem, let me introduce you to, ''The 30 Minutes Rule.'' ''

Long story short, (because i ain't writing allat) The 30 minutes rule is a rule where your partner who smokes very often can't make any psychical contact with you for the first 30 minutes they smoke, and after 30 minutes, they can.

At first it sounds kinda complicated to Goo, but when he thinks of it.. This woman.. she's a genius.

''Thank you, Mi-sun. I'll try that! (≧ヮ≦) 💕''

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Entering their home, Gun is greeted by the sight of Goo sitting on the couch, busy scrolling through his phone. The smell of the cigarattes fills the air as soon as Gun steps in, which immediately makes Goo pout.

Taking off his jacket and putting it on the edge of the couch, Gun sits next to Goo, a part of him curious why he's been so silent, even though he just entered home.

"Someone's silent today. Got something to say?'' Gun raises one of his eyebrows, then pauses, leaning in closer to Goo. ''But before, give me my ki-..''

"The 30 minutes rule.'' Goo grins, his palm contacting with Gun's lips. Gun backs away, slightly tilting his head in confusion. ''The 30 what?''

Pulling out his phone, Goo shows Gun the sentence that woman wrote, Gun reads all of it and then, bursts into laughter. ''This gotta be some kind of joke.''

''No it's fucking not!''

''Alright, that was hilarious. Now give me my ki-''

''Im serious.''

Silence.

Gun observes Goo's facial expression.. he seems utterly stern about this .. dumb rule. ''..No kisses then?''

''Or hugs.''

''For 30 minutes straight?''

''Mhm.''

''Urgh.'' Gun grumbles, standing up from the couch and pulling out his phone from his pocket, making his way to the shower. Goo can't see what he does on his phone, nor he cares, going back to playing games and giggling.

'Timer set to 30 minutes.'

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Watching the new episode of Jujutsu Kaisen on his phone, Goo gets interrupted when Gun comes out of nowhere and grabs his phone, which causes to Goo turn his face to him, an obvious frown on his face, wondering why the hell he did that. "What the fuck, man-"

Cupping both of Goo's cheeks roughly, Gun leans in for a kiss, interrupting Goo again with no guilt at all. The face expression he got from Goo was priceless, eyes wide, eyebrows fully raised at the sudden kiss, however, it doesn't takes long for him to accept the offer, extending his arms to wrap his arms around Gun's neck, pulling him closer to the kiss and kissing him utter passion to the point that both of them were breathless as the need of air increased every single second passed by, forcing them to pull away. Pulling away, a stray of saliva disconnects between their lips.

As soon as the kiss ends, Gun mutters, "The 30 minutes is over."

Raising his eyebrows, Goo pauses for a second, wondering what the fuck Gun was talking about, then it hitting his head after several seconds. "Ooohhhh," he laughs, a smug smirk replacing his surprised face. "Did you set a timer or what?"

"No."

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Walking up to his car, Gun lets out a sigh of relief to the thought of the exhausting work finally being over, and now getting to go to his home. To his home.

Inserting the key into his car's lock and opening the door, Gun's hand almost slides down on his pockets on their own, for a quick cigarette break.

He pauses.

He stares down at the cigarette package.

If he smoked now, how many minutes would it take for him to get home? 10? 15? Should he smoke and drive slow, so that 30 minutes could pa-... Oh, for fucks sake.. screw this.

Throwing the cigarette package on the seat, his grip on the steering wheel gets tighter as his teeth clenches in annoyance. Damn it, Goo..

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The sound of the door unlocking by a key reaches to Goo's ears, not even bothering to look up from his phone to see who it was, since he already knew well who it was.

"Not even a welcome?"

"Shh, keep quiet, watching something here." Goo shouts, his gaze still on the phone, Gun doesn't gets surprised at the sight of the video being an anime, judging from the Japanese talking reaching his ears.

Getting behind Goo's lying presence on the couch, Gun leans in closer to look at Goo. "Did you cook anything?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's on the kitc- … wait a minute.." Slowly putting down his phone and turning his gaze to Gun with narrowed eyes, Goo slightly tilts his head, trying to understand what was feeling off about Gun, then it hits his head.

"You- you don't-" To confirm his almost impossible thought, he grabs Gun's tie and pulls him closer to inhale his scent, then being correct about it. "You don't smell like cigarettes?!"

Gun lets out a slight chuckle at Goo's surprised reaction. "What?"

"Who are you and why are you in my house. Did you kidnap Gun or what?"

"You think I'm a guy who someone can kidnap easily?"

"Oh, that's right." Goo agrees, pausing for a second. "Are you a demon possessed Gun's body?!"

"I couldn't smoke because of an idiots ridiculous rule today. Can you believe it?" Gun raises one of his eyebrows, waiting for an answer from Goo.

"The 30 minutes rule?"

"Yeah, that."

Goo smirks, "So that's why you didn't smoke?"

Gun pauses. "Maybe."

A chuckle leaves Goo's lips, placing his hand on the back of Gun's head and pulling him closer, then planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"..Seriously? On the cheek? I didn't smoke just for a kiss on the cheek?!"

Laughing, Goo pulls Gun closer and rewards him with a kiss on the lips for not smoking for just once.

[beyblade-6-3]

How metal fury could have been better ( mixed with manga lore )

It is already started in season 1 that l drago was made from a dark meteor while everyone else beys where made with the light meteor ( the power shared millions of times ). In season 2 its Stated that ryuga got the power of the cosmus ( full meteor power ) unlocked. That is why he can transform with his own Power while other beys need to get Upgrades ( in the manga l drago Transformed multible times with his own power ). Than in season 3 a new meteor comes along and Split his power in 10 times. If i use math l drago got 1 full and 1/10 star power = 11/10 and every one else got 1,5/10 star power. In the manga he wasnt a legendary blader because he didnt need to be to already be at their Level ( surpassing it )

So in season 3 he should have transformed l drago on his own like he claimed with gingka and co not believing him. Everything stays the same with kenta following around until the dynamis episode. Where he explains, ones gingka mentioned ryuga, that l drago cant get a star Fragment. Having so much dark power gives him the power to absorb other and in turn not be Absorbed. Meaning nemesis has no access to l drago power and that the star Fragment ( beeing prophecyed to be used against nemesis ) cant differentiate between l drago and nemesis dark power, avoiding it completly.

We see ryuga later find the Summer constelation, when all the beys glow and absorb the star Fragment with kenta watching. He than claims that now that he finally got one, he can tell it is not the power what transformered l drago so he was right and that the power is less than he expected. An angry kenta battles him and loses without damaging l drago but got damaged himself ( ryuga stays calmer so he acknowleged kenta right there ). He looks at l drago and tells kenta to get his bey. While kenta is away johannes and his men attack ryuga with sleeping Darts before he can use l drago and trap ryuga so he cant teleport. Mentioning an old friend who wants to see him. Kenta gets back and trys to help only for his broken bey to be no match. Ryuga creates a fire circle around l drago, sagitario, kenta and transformers the star Fragment before teleporting kenta away and collapsing afterward.

When ryuga wakes up he is captured by doji who wants him to Suffer the same fate he did. ( trapped so long at the hospital ). He wants ryuga to rot, since l drago power cant be used for nemesis anyway.

Later when gingka and co come and battle for ryuga he tells them he killed him. Getting kenta to transform.

Everything stays the same except nemesis looks different and doji still stands at the side lines.

After gingka looks in the sky we see no ryuga. Than credits and than the after credits.

A downslide showing the empty prison. Than going further down and showing a bruised doji getting away only to meet ryuga. Ryuga mentions a Deja vu and kills doji again.

Version 1 dark power ( after all the power never disapeared it is only controlled ). For old times sake i will defeat you the same way as last time. A black dragon kills doji.

Version 2 sun power ( we dont know where the meteors came from but giving l drago Colour and power it wouldnt surprise me if it where connected to the sun ). Since you liked the dark sun so much why dont i show you l drago real power. Doji sees the dark sun beeing outclassed by the scale of the red sun only for the sun to unravel showing it was a giant fire dragon wrapped up in a ball. Coming towards him. A red dragon kills doji.

Once ryuga walks away we see his reflection except it is a more kingly version of him before hearing l drago roar while everything goes dark. ( ryuga is no incarnation like the Others but in the manga he is an ancient king so this is a reference )

Zero g stays the same except doji is an AI created before doji died and if they made a season 2 they could have gone into dragon clan lore.

[staarri-au]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — CHP 02, PART3

previous part

contents: light cursing, your first name is KIWO—Y/N is a placeholder for your middle name or last, its your choice, gn!reader (so they/them prns)

CHILDES POV

“My god, Furi. Is it this one?” I say through the call, picking up a random book with an identical title.

Anyone who knows me can already tell I don’t have the patience for this kind of thing. The smell of bookshops are nice—but actually spending hours in this place makes me a bit annoyed.

I mean, you should atleast have a way to get the book you want immediately, right?

“No, no no. This can’t do… Quick, check the fiction area! There still might be a copy in the stands.” Furina panics, I can already imagine her pacing around the hotel room.

“Fine, but this is the last one. If we still can’t find it then i’m sorry—we’ll go tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright, deal. But if its out of stock i’m blaming you.”

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes. I head over to the fiction section, phone still in hand.

“This one?” I flip the camera so she can see it, her voice immediately lights up.

“That! Exactly that one. Get it, I order you!” She squeals.

“Yeah, yeah I already am… Stop screaming, everyone can hear you!”

“Uh—excuse me please.” A voice says, right beside me.

“Oh, yeah sure. Sorry.” I back off immediately, going to the corner of the shelf.

Their hair is covering their face, purposely hiding their identity in a way. I don’t mean to be rude anyway. They steal glances from time to time, as if trying to make sure of something.

I realize that maybe what im wearing might be strange. All denim, ripped cloth, it’s not really their fashion here in Fontaine. Either way, its not that big of a deal. I get stares all the time.

“Thank you,” they whisper and I start to turn the other way. They reach for the fiction isle I was just in. “Have you seen any books on this table by any chance?”

They look at me. For a long time.

It makes me a little nervous.

“Um, yeah. You mean this right?” I show the book in-hand. Furina says something about not giving it away, but I dont listen and hang up the call immediately.

“Yeah. That one.” They say, looking back at the table and realizing there are no other copies left.

“Is this like a popular book or something? Everyone seems to be getting it.” I scan the book for any details why—I mean the cover isnt anything interesting at all. Just a fancy white and gold mask with feathers.

A chill R&B song plays in the shop’s speakers, filling the atmosphere with something playful.

“I mean a newspaper just recently covered it. This is just the collectors edition, so anyone who really liked the book or likes to collect would buy this.” They point at the book. “The unique thing about is that there are only a total of 500 prints. It makes that really rare.”

“So you must really want this, then?”

They nod once more.

“One of my favorite books of all time.”

“I see… Well you know my friend, Furi, she really wants this book and I—I didn’t know you needed this too.” I try to explain, “I mean im just assuming you want to buy it?”

“No, its okay. She can have it, I don’t mind.” They wave their arms, no.

Oh.

“Are you sure? Like, really?” I stutter.

I could just give it to them, I mean Furina wouldn’t mind—we’ll find another copy elsewhere.

“I swear, it’s really okay.”

“Im just, gonna go pay for this then. See you around…” I wait for them to say their name.

“Oh—well my name is Kiwo, or Y/N. I don’t mind which one you use.”

“Okay. See you then, Kiwo.”

I thought about saying my name, but that might just cause a problem for my managers.

So we settle for Kiwo instead.

What a pretty name though, Y/N.

[peachyblkdemonslayer]

Imma need a part 2 for that DukeZara prompt bc holy shit things are about to get messy

Duke felt a clench in his jaw line when she made the almost passive suggestion of going to Batburger. But after years of dealing with his found family and so many other colorful individuals he let it slide and followed her.

As they entered the place the older of the two kids eyes lit up at the new limited edition Batgirl toy they offered with the kids meal. He huffed air out of his nose before walking up to the counter to order their food. The younger of the kids stayed in Jahzara arms asleep now.

"What do you want?"

"Oh you got an attitude don't do that" she replied back. He rolled his eyes at her.

"I think I have the right to when you dip for years on end and come back with not one but two kids! Now dont start what do you want"

She was quiet from a moment before the older kid pulled at her jacket and looked up at her.

"Mama can I get the Batgirl toy?" She asked. Her hair was done up in twin afor puffs, one of the cutest hairstyles known to man.

"Yeah baby of course just give her a kids meal and me a batburger and fries"

He nodded and ordered the food while Jahzara walked over to a somewhat private corner of the semi filled restaurant. She didn't wait long for Duke to come over with receipt in his hand. When he sat down at the table neither if them said anything. It was Duke who broke the silence first.

"Are they mines?" His tone was stilled and cold.

Jahzara didn't show it but she flinched on the inside by his voice.

".....yeah" she turned away from him and looked outside the window in the front of the building. The gray stone city if Gotham greeted her eyes. She was always confused in how she hated this place so much but missed at the same time. Maybe that's why she came back.

"And you didn't feel the need to tell me because what?" Duke said with a light almost not there fury in his voice.

Jahzara furrowed her brows, "I had my reasons"

"Reasons I'm sure aren't good enough" he spat.

"Reasons you don't have any roomt to judge on cause your not me and I didn't tell you. I guess Bruce is rubbing off on you a lot huh?" She threw back.

"Don't you fuc-"

"Order #55!" Called an employee.

He hadn't noticed it but he could feel his body tremble with angry at the short but emotions filled conversation. He pushed away from thr table and turned to get the food from the counter. Not even a few steps away He looked over his shoulders and gave a dull look to her.

"Usually I wouldn't let someone talk to me crazy like that especially over something I have the right to be pissed about. But I'll let it go this time but don't try me again Jah and I mean that"

[theory-chicken]

Debut Trailer 1: Choose-Chosen

For some reason tumblr has an image limit on posts (?) so i will be linking all the images

I know it sucks and is annoying but i don't want to make multiple parts for all the different pictures i want to use

We were desperate in our desire to transform.

Into vampires?

Its shown in the children of Vamfield webtoon that they didn't know they were vampires when they were being raised in the orphanage but once they found out they wanted to use their powers and become more powerful

This could also mean they just want to succeed irl but whatever lmao

We believed that there lay dreams unknown.

Because every path is stained with tears.

We keep our fists fiercely clenched,

Nothing to say lol (*´ ˘ `*)

not knowing it to be a blessing or a curse,

AYY BLESSED-CURSED

That's all

lest we loose what we hold in our hands

They are afraid of loosing something?

This line + two previous say they are holding onto something because they are afraid to loose it

What? I honestly have no idea \_(._.)_/

Blood-red moonlight blazes

🤔

Why red? [Images]

Unquenchable thirst flares with fury.

*sighs*

*cracks knuckles*

The unquenchable thirst is obviously for blood bc ya know vAmPiReS

Assuming the "flares with fury" means they suddenly have bloodlust and not that it only comes up when there mad it follows children of Vamfield again [Images]

When jungwon (jakah) is accidentally cut they go vampire mode

The others look up to us in veneration

Veneration:noun; great respect; reverence. "the traditional veneration of saints"

🧐🤔

Who's looking up to them?

As far as we know there the only vampires that are "human like" if that's what you would call it

and we look upon them with envy.

The others look up to them, they envy the others

Who are the others?

Normal people?

Why do we desire what we cannot aquire?

Ohoo got a little rhyming going on there i see

Okay but so many questions

What do they desire?

WHO ARE THE OTHERS?

Why must we walk along an endless line?

Oh boy

Here comes all the walk the line and manifesto stuff

Many of their intros and outros talk about this "line" that they are forced to walk on

I always think of it as the social norms and them wanting to break out of it to create their own "line"

This most likely is relating to their irl thing where they want to connect with engenes and forge their own path

But im not sure what it has to do with lore?

It does show up later in the outro for day one and in manifesto but im not sure what its significance is

Maybe its a sign there switching worlds or something because im like 91.3% sure carnival takes place in some sort of a flipped world

Idk tho tell me your thoughts i guess

At dawn, the sun rises to menace and bless our fleshy selves.

Hmmmm...

Well we know they can be in the sun...

Or can they? [Images]

This still confuses me lmao because i was pretty sure they could go out in the sun?

Well i hope your ready for the actual video part of this because that was just the words part😀

(im not going crazy thinking about doing this for every song)

(definitely)

Throughout the whole thing there's words on the screen that have a hyphen connecting them

I think this is alluding to their later comebacks with hyphens ex: drunk-dazed, blessed-cursed, tamed-dashed

Some of them, like drunk-dazed, are synonyms or just go together well

Others, like blessed-cursed, dont

Trainee-Artist

Failure-Success

Im guessing this is just irl stuff

Given-Taken

Yey our first thing we know *applause*

Blood-Light

...

And it suddenly takes a dark turn

Us-The Others

Again, not a clue who the others are but we do know they are the opposites of eachother

Mortal-Immortal

🤔

If your wondering why this sounds familiar its bc they have a song called mortal on orange blood

Is this a hint to a new song?

Probably not

😔

These words also align with the words jake is saying btw.

There's a lot of shots of forest or just trees in general and i don't know if they were just going for effect but i think the only other time a forest appears in their mvs is in tamed-dashed bc they come out of it

Also the orphanage where they were raised was surrounded by a forest which might have been the one they come out of in tamed-dashed but idk

There's so much more going on now that we have the new webtoon😭 (everybody say thank you to hybe)

Anyways i have one more thing to say because it caught my eye

At 0:25-0:28 there's this shot of a hand and it looks so familiar but for the life of me i cannot figure out why😭

I have a hunch i remembered it from dark blood era but i watched the trailer and i couldn't find anything

If anyone else thinks it looks familiar PLEASE tell me where you think its from because i cant be the only one ;･_･)

This took an obnoxiously long time...

Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated ⌯' ▾ '⌯

[spaceumbredoggos]

So much for stardust chapter twenty seven

I laid there on the lakeshore unconscious for several tense moments. I felt Hailey stir from underneath me, causing me to wake up slightly. My body too broken to stand, I flipped to the side as Hailey squirmed out from underneath me. She was covered in blood, bruises, cuts, and mud. The rain still battered the landscape with its unrelenting fury. The lake lapped at the shore, stained scarlet and then maroon. Hailey picked me up by my neck and hold me in the air.

“Go ahead.” I coughed, inches away from Hailey’s primed fists. “Kill me. Rip me to pieces. Kill me and tell Cipher that he had won. Kill me. Live with the memory.”

Hailey paused as I panted. “But know this. I will reach you from beyond the grave. There’s a special place in hell reserved for those with connections. Connections that my father had even when he was alive. Connections that the Pines Family has even though they’re alive. There are connections across the multiverse that will hunt you down for crossing the wrong paths and avoiding justice.”

“Kenz. You’ve gone over the edge.” Hailey clenched her hand over my throat and pinned me into the water, strangling my gills. “I mean look at you. You’ve gone completely insane. You throw yourself into fights and then spew nonsense about the end of the world. You act as if Bill—“

“Mention his name in a positive light and be scorned from everywhere you’ll ever know.” I could feel myself slipping. Hailey’s intense betrayal ignited a new hatred. Her hand on my throat and gills was primed for murder. I gazed around, knowing that Mabel hadn’t caught up yet. Why do I need anyone? I’m about to die at the hands of my own kin.

I saw the black she cat from before out of the corner of my vision. Her face was stricken with horror as Hailey bludgeoned my nose with her free hand. This is what you wanted. To trust no one! And look where it got me. No one comes. I’m as dead as you. But I’m not ending up in StarClan.

“I never meant for it to go this far.” The she cat mewed, flinching as Hailey struck my blind eye. “I was wrong.”

“Wrong for what?” The she cat dipped her head. “You should have trusted Ford. I told you to trust no one because you trusted the wrong people.”

“Trusted the wrong people?” I shook my head. “I never trusted anyone at all!!!”

“Kenz—“

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” The black sheep cat disappeared as Hailey snarled. “No one.”

“Don’t tell me you’re so crazy you hallucinate.”

“Coming from someone who’s crazy enough to kill their own cousin. Why are you even dragging this out with your bare hands?” I noticed a sharp stick jutting out in the water. I may have a chance. If I could reach the stick and fight back.

I reached behind me for the stick, but Hailey body slammed my arm. An ugly crunch came from it, signaling that it was broken. Hailey grabbed the stick and shoved it through my gut. Well that just happened.

My only reaction was to laugh. “You did it.” I smirked with a certain edge as Hailey took out the stick. “You killed me. And now that you gave Bill what he wanted, where does that leave Colt? Is he any safer? Knowing that his niece killed his brother and his nibling?”

Sirens blared as I flopped to my side. “You might wanna run.” But Hailey froze. “Go on. Run! Run like you’ve never ran before! Or are you gonna fight the cops?”

“What even happened to you? Before I even came close to killing you?”

“Oh Hailey.” I chuckled, trying to appear insane so that she’d run. “Bill is not a saint, nor is he a savior.” I showed her the scar on my eye. She stabbed the stick straight through it. “I don’t care.”

“Go for my brain?”

“I said,” She pulled the stick out and snapped it in half, kicking me in the face with one of her soccer kicks. “I don’t care!!!”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care. I DONT FUCKING CARE!!!”

I saw Ford pull up in his pickup truck. Hailey turned around, grabbing a spare gun from her pocket. She aimed the gun at Ford.

Something inside me must’ve snapped. I furiously stood up, storming over to Hailey. I took several bullets head on, not even flinching. I grabbed the gun with my non-broken arm, turning it in on her and twisting it to trap her finger. I tugged her to the ground, holding her there with my foot. She kicked and screamed for several minutes, reaching with her other hand for something else. I hissed and collapsed, bleeding from my mouth. I passed out in a daze, shielding the gun in my body.

I woke up to Durland and Blubs handcuffing Hailey. Hailey furiously thrashed, trying to get out the cops’ grasp whilst screaming homophobic slurs. Besides the barely skin deep wound in her throat, she was unscathed from the fight.

The black she cat from my dreams laid on my chest. “Kenz. I’m sorry if I made you think you couldn’t trust anyone.”

“I can’t—“

“But you can! You’ve been trying.”

“Trying too hard…” The black she cat ran off as Ford lifted me up into his truck, speeding through the town to the shack. He carried me to his private study, immediately putting me on an IV of painkillers and fluids. He took several X rays and was horrified of the damage.

“Kenz.” He rubbed my back, only for his hand to be covered in blood. “Shit. Kenz. Stay with me.”

It was a grueling night watching Ford fight to stabilize me. I watched on with half open eyes, seeing Ford in a new light for the first time. Almost as if, maybe in another world, he was my dad.

That can’t be. Fury pulsed through me. He’s not my dad. He’ll never be. I don’t need parents. I barely need friends.

But something tugged beneath the surface. A feeling of grief crashed through me as I remembered how in the end, my father did try to save my life. For his own sick and twisted narcissistic purposes.

I finally woke out of my daze the next morning, bandaged up and my arm in a cast. Ford took a sip of his coffee as he noticed me try to sit up, but whine in pain. “Owww!!!”

“Shhh. It’s okay. Just lie down.” Ford adjusted my blankets as I started to calm down in his presence. There was no fury inside of me anymore. As if I had given up some of my edginess.

“Kenz, can I ask you a somewhat weird question?” Ford sat down in the chair next to me. “Go ahead.”

“Why did you call me ‘Dad’ when you shielded me from your cousin?”

A chill ran down my spine. “I didn’t say that.”

“You did. You screamed it really loud.”

“Well, if I did. It doesn’t mean anything. You’re too old for me, and we both agree on that. And it’s not like I have platonic feelings for you or anything. It’s not like I’ve been spending the past few weeks processing the shit my father put me through and searching for any sort of parental figure to validate my feelings…” Yet I felt no anger whilst saying any of this. No fear. The only thing was a small chuckle bubbling from my throat. “Look. I saw my cousin shoot my father in front of me. That fucked me up. So expect me to act a little out of it. Like a wet dish rag.”

“You didn’t say I wasn’t your dad like you typically do.”

Nor do I have the urge to. I leaned on Ford, not noticing the footsteps that came from behind Ford. Nor did I care, as I fell asleep.

[mcrcki]

Was that [VICTORIA PEDRETTI]? Oh no no, that was just [ELAIN ARCHERON], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES]. They are [TWENTY TWO] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here -

just barely a few hours, honestly, i'm thinking she's gonna be one of those people who just immediately showed up and girl is not doing super great with it. elain is not someone who handles big changes well, so this is ?? a lot

what is your character’s job -

once she is settled in, she is absolutely going to be opening a bakery!!

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom -

ok i have not finished acosf yet, we are about ???? a quarter of the way through, so that's where i'm pulling elain from. the last thing she remembers is feyre telling the inner circle that she's pregnant! i'll update this as i finish reading, the book is just CHONKY and it's taking me longer than the other volumes lmaoo

has any magic affected your character -

nope! elain is the same elain as always, honestly, she's been changed enough from magic she is not looking to get her memories or anything else messed with, thank you so much!!!

other notes -

damn do i love a soft vibe tragic backstory bitch, this time in faerie form! so original!! anyways, elain is my angel and i don't want to hear anything bad about her ever thank you so much goodnight -- pls enjoy me info dumping the current hyperfixation

elain is the middle child of the archeron family, having always been closer to her older sister nesta in comparison to her younger sister feyre. their mother always claimed elain was going to marry for her looks and for love, her family constantly putting a lot of weight into her appearance for that

she's always found some sort of peace and quiet in gardening however, though her love of baking didn't come till later. tending to her garden was one of the few things that elain still had control over, when everything else in the archeron life was falling apart

she and her father are the only ones who are affected by tamlin's glamour once he takes feyre to prythian.

this girl is just so kind, she is sad over the death of a like great aunt that literally never existed but she is still bummed about it

just wanted to travel the world and see flower festivals with feyre and enjoy their lives together and then so much shit goes wrong so fucking fast !!!!! so--

ok at this point im going into spoilers for a court of mist and fury and beyond so anyone reading ( @ jodie and risa ) don't read on !! all you gotta know is this is a sweet summer child and i would die for her

during acomsf elain is engaged to a human boy, the son of a lord who just absolutely hates faeries. homeboy is like a doomsday prepper but for faeries invading the mortal lands. so ofc when feyre comes back with just a whole fucking group of faeries, elain is understandably a little worried and she doesn't want it to get back to her fiancé. she stuck around for the meeting though and honestly good for her, she is loyal as hell and we love her for that

and then she's just kinda gone until the end of that book when she and nesta are fucking kidnapped and forcibly made into faeries by being thrown into the cauldron by the king of hybern, to literally just prove a fucking point, to make it clear that it can do that!!! (there is so much more during these scenes that i dont want to explain bc again spoilers but damn the end of that book is a nightmare of drama)

anyways, elain is tossed into the cauldron like a sack of potatoes and just dumped onto the fucking floor, having gone through possibly the most traumatic thing anyone could really go through and light of my life, dumb bitch #1 lucien really looks at her and goes "you're my mate" like my love, some tact. time and place

i love lucien don't get me wrong , just that line in the midst of everything?? what a time

mor takes the sisters away from hybern, hides them up (i think up at their cottage???) , when feyre goes back to the spring court with tamlin. enter the poor way all of prythian handles trauma --

(literally is no one in all of this faerie or human lands a fucking therapist , pls can we get the sisters to talk to ANYONE)

ok a court of wings and ruin -- elain has gone almost completely nonverbal with grief and ptsd and very poor adjustments!!! except for some weird freaky cryptic comments that everyone just looks at her like "ok honey let's go back to bed"

she has not accepted her change into fae, and spends like weeks just crying and talking about her upcoming wedding to greyson. like genuinely, all i want to do is hug this woman she needs a good hug. esp cause, while again i love him, lucien is not helping matters like at all. he's doing so much, and it's just.. buddy pls some space (i would love a lucien tho so they can maybe one day talk about their shit together)

either way, elain is finally starting to talk a little bit, but again it's that cryptic shit, that after a few weeks of it, the only person who seems to actually understand what's going on is azriel! shoutout to you az! cause surprise, the cauldron made my girl a seer!!! and she is so afraid !!!!

anyways, she starts to kind snap out of it once there is a name for what's going on, once people start realizing that she isn't like.. out of it, just seeing the future. she starts to bake with nuala and cerridwen-- the two maids rhys employees. literally that is one of the biggest things that pulls elain out of this mess of grief that's in her mind. it's still her solace even now, baking is where things make sense for her. she loves gardening, but there is something about baking that just clears her mind like nothing else.

eventually the inner circle makes their way to greyson and his family's estate for the express purpose of trying to get them to agree to take in human refugees in the upcoming war. they glamour elain so that she still appears human but my boy jurian is out here being a bigger gossip than the suriel and already told them everything. greyson like screams in elain's face to end their engagement (and i became a nesta stan in that moment ty for slapping the shit out of that boy)

losing greyson for good really set elain back off on the bad path of nonverbal constant crying. she barely leaves the war tents, only moves outside of them when the camp has to move, and is just going through a terrible heartbreak like pls can she catch a singular break!!!!!

she sure fucking cant!! bc she gets kidnapped by the cauldron and taken into the heart of hybern's camp almost immediately after!!!!!!!!!!! again shoutout to azriel for just jumping right in for that rescue mission with feyre , you're a superstar.

so war happens , elain stays mostly out of it thank god, she is not a fighter. but i will die on the hill that she deserves recognition for killing the king of hybern!! ik nesta cut off his head but elain is the reason nesta was still alive!!!!! to do it!!!!! she is the person who stabbed him first!!!!!! and she deserves that title just as much as her sister!!!!!!!

elain and her sisters lose their father in the fight, and while elain is in mourning , she goes to visit the memorial spot that feyre had created for him quite often. but she returns to velaris with her friends, her new family and is honestly, pretty well adjusted by the end of it, like she's really coming out of this on the other side doing pretty well all things considered.

for the novella -- elain's visions are mostly gone, she is adjusting well, honestly she's just vibing, baking and hanging out with the twins, there's a lot of like innerworkings of her relationships between lucien and azriel and pls don't ask me who i ship her with i simply do not know and would rather her just be happy with no man before she gets stuck in something for centuries

ok final bit i promise i know my intros are always disgustingly long but a court of silver flames!!!! this is where i'm pulling elain from, but since i am still reading it, she is only going to be pulled from the first like quarter of it

the last thing that elain remembers from home is feyre and rhys telling the inner circle that they're expecting, and her fight with nesta at the house. she remembers nesta snapping at her over their father's death, when elain wanted nothing more than to just check on her sister, to make sure hse was adjusting well. she left the house crying, having thought the training with cassian was supposed to be helping nesta but, she is more skeptical than ever.

here in dc, elain is definitely going to be like, relieved to find people that she knows, will be settling in with her bakery once she is .. adjusted. she doesn't handle change super well so it's gonna take some time before she feels confident in the city but i cannot wait until we are at that point

connections :

✩ friends!!

honestly please just be her friend , she is such a kind soul and will look after you and be the sweetest person, i just think she would do really well with a group of friends that like lift her up and are more high energy than her, just good vibes

✩ employees

once she opens her bakery, she's gonna need people to come work for her so :)))

✩ maybe someone she could nanny for

i think while she is getting used to the city and settling in she might try to pick up some odd jobs here and there before she settles into owning a whole bakery and i think she'd like the idea of helping people like that

✩ someone to help her adjust

like a guide to dc kinda vibe, someone that can explain the modern world, help her out so she doesn't feel like she is burdening her family by having them have to like walk her through all of this

✩ trauma bonding buddies

someone wanna talk about their issues with her and provide a safe space so she can finally talk about her own shit!! thanks sm !!!

✩ potential ship

i genuinely don't know if i'm going to go with canon ships or whatnot and would love to have elain just like.. branch out before she settles into anything. this would be CASUAL like not an endgame ship right off the bat (obviously if chemistry works out we can chat but) mostly just looking for someone to make her feel like she is not stuck with some predestined fate

[littlelioncub43]

Hmm if it’s murderer Monday than I can indulge my utter love of sub!Ransom! There is just something about this powerful man being so weak for you and wanting to be your good boy that is delicious! We’ve seen what happens when he doesn’t call to tell you he’s late. What would happen if he saw someone hitting on you and ends up throwing a fit bc he’s jealous?

YESSSSS!!! Sub!Ransom is an absolute favorite of mine. He has the face and attitude of a brat. Let's unpack this shall we? 😈

Summary: Ransom blows an important deal you were about to make. He needs a punishment... and a little reassuring.

Pairing: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Dom!Female!Reader

Word Count: I dont know, I wrote this on my phone

Warnings: sub!Ransom, dom!reader, D/s dynamics, jealous Ransom, possessive sex, marking kink, leg humping as punishment, needy sex, slight hints at Ransom developing a breeding kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, and ummmm grammatical errors.

A/N: this became far longer than a drabble! But its fine. I'm thinking of starting a library blog so I dont have to do a taglist anymore. Hehe anyway! Let me know what you guys think about sub!Ransom!

You were furious. Absolutely fuming.

If it were humanly possible for flames to be coming out of your ears, you were certain you'd be steaming right now. You were in the middle of setting up a meeting with a new interior designer for one of the properties you're listing, when Ransom cut in, told the guy to fuck off, and dragged you out of the restaurant by your arm.

The drive home was deadly silent, your anger rolling off you in steady waves. It made Ransom nervous but, Hell, he was pissed too. Seeing that slimy interior designer practically throwing himself at you on what was supposed to be your date night was enough to have him seeing red.

The car isn't even in park when you hop out and slam the door, stomping off into the house. Ransom follows close behind you, watching your ass jiggle in your sparkly minidress as you lead him to the bedroom. The moment the door is shut and locked behind him, you're firmly pressing him into it.

"You're going to tell me exactly what the fuck that was back there, and you're going to tell me the God Damn truth, do you understand me?" Your voice was calm, but your words were charged with a type of fury that Ransom has come to fear. He looks down at you, he sees the rage boiling in your eyes but he can also see your patience barely holding on.

"I..." he starts, wetting his lips and gulping as you hold his gaze, your stern expression suddenly triggers his own anger again. "That asshole was practically humping your leg, on our date, and you were fucking letting him!"

You look up at him in shock as he pushes past you. The gears in your head turn for a while, and then you smile at him, cunning and wicked, as if you know one of his dirty secrets.

"Oh, Sweet Angel.... you're jealous." You speak smugly. Your suspicions are confirmed when his cheeks burn ever so slightly, making you grin even more. You close the gap between the two of you in calculated steps, a hand on his chest leads him back towards the bed, stopping at the foot of the bed.

"You thought I was gonna let someone else take your place? Hm?" You taunt softly as your hands begin to pop the buttons of his button down shirt open. You stop then you have the first three buttons undone. "Answer me, Angel." You demand and pull his collar firmly.

"Y-Yes..." he stutters out quietly, he hated admitting it. He was Ransom fucking Drysdale for Christ's sake, why the fuck would he be jealous?! But here he was, feeling the gnawing pit of self doubt and jealousy fill his chest. At his admission, your hands release their grip on his collar, smoothing out the wrinkles and massaging his chest through the light blue fabric.

"Aw, Sweet Boy," you cooed softly to him, the noise naturally soothing him, his face dipping down towards yours, "no one's gonna replace you," you purr and give him a gentle kiss. He whimpers into your mouth when you suddenly nip at his plump bottom lip. "I'm still going to have to punish you for that, you know that right?"

He swallows the lump of excitement that comes from the commanding tone of your voice, it contrasted so much to the gentleness of it a mere second ago. He nods reluctantly, his cock already straining against the confines of his dress pants. You smirk and take a step back from him. "Strip."

He does as you say immediately, and soon he stands in front of you completely naked, his hard cock standing at full attention under your heated gaze. You lick your lips hungrily at the sight of his heavy cock, the red tip leaking beads of pearly precum. As badly as you wanted a taste, he needed a punishment first.

"Kneel for me, Ransom," you say coolly. His jaw ticks at that, he may be submissive but sometimes he fucking hates being reminded of it. "Now."

At that, he finally drops to his knees, looking up at you with defiance written all over his face. It makes you want to laugh, but you know that laughing at him right now would only hurt him, not punish him, so you keep it to yourself. A hand naturally comes to play with his hair, massaging his scalp softly. He leans into the loving touch with his eyes shut and purrs.

"Now... I believe you said something about humping my leg..." your words has his eyes snapping open. You cut off his protests with a sharp tug of his hair, your bare leg now between his knees, all ready for him. "Go on."

He curses under his breath, scooting forward until your high heeled foot was positioned correctly. He glanced up at you with unsure eyes, but the calm, steadiness he found in your expression soothed him a little. Gently gipping your lotioned leg in his large hands, he shyly brings the weeping tip of his cock to your shin. The contact makes him wanna grunt but he bites his lip. "None of that. I wanna hear you, Ran."

He sighs but does as you want, his mouth falling open as he finds a slow rhythm, grinding his erection into the unbearably soft skin of your leg. "Oh, my god..."

"You like that, Ran?" You ask and pet his head as he rests it against your thigh. He nods, his face burning with shame as he humps your leg a little faster. "That's it, that's a good boy," your praise goes straight to his cock, ropes of precum now shooting across your skin.

"A-ah! Fuck!" He whimpers and speeds up a little more.

"Look at me, Sweet Boy," you coo and he immediately looks up at you, your hand cradling the back of his head, "no one's taking your place," he moans happily at your words, "I'm yours just as much as you're mine, do you understand me?"

"Yes! Holy fuck!" He moans loudly and began to rut against you eagerly. The look on his face was enough to have your slick leaking down your inner thighs; his eyes screwed shut to focus on the pleasure coursing through his veins, the apples of his cheeks were a hot pink both with shame and indescribable euphoria, his lips were plump and wet with drool.

"Do you wanna cum, Sweet Boy?" You asked, but you already knew the answer, you just wanted to hear it.

"Yes! Please! I wanna cum, baby, please!" He begged freely, his eyes opening again to plead with you.

"Where?" You ask and pull his hair, relishing in the way it makes his hips stutter.

"I-Inside you, wanna cum inside you, please, oh god, please!"

"Then apologize," you yank his hair even harder, pulling a wavering moan from the back of his throat.

Thats all the approval he needs to set a bruising pace, his cock driving deeper and deeper into you with each desperate thrust. Ransom feels the aching need to cum build in his lower gut, his balls heavy with cum just waiting to fill you up. Clinging to you, he chases his high, the tight heat of your pussy sending him straight to heaven. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, hiding from the world as he loses himself in you completely.

"I'm sorry! M'sorry I was rude, m'sorry I yelled, m'sorry—" your lips crashing against his interrupted his frantic apologies, your hands pulling him closer as his own hands tear your dress over your head and ruined panties down your legs. You lay out on your back as he settles over you like second nature. You guide him to your weeping entrance and he pierces you with one swift thrust. "A-Aaaah haaaah!"

You moan into his open mouth with him, his whole body shaking as he waits impatiently for the go ahead. "Make yourself cum, Ransom, I wanna feel it..."

"I'm gonna cum, m'gonna cum, gonna cum!" He moans over and over in your ear, his voice oddly whiny and raspy despite its low timbre. Your own high creeps up on you, feeling him take what he wants always did that to you; it left you feeling wrecked in the best possibly way, knowing that Ransom craved you in such primal, feral ways that he could never get enough.

"Fill me up, Ransom, show him who I belong to, baby, be my good boy" you taunt breathlessly in his ear. The challenge in your voice, the mention of the man who caused of all this, and your encouragement triggers something inside of him. He pins you down, his grip bruising, and bites your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. You shriek his name at the pain of his bite as it sends you head first into your orgasm.

The tightness becomes too much for Ransom to bear and he spills into you with a choked scream of your name. His head tossed back as he arches into you, forcing himself as deep as he could possibly be inside you. He shakes as he empties his seed into your waiting cunt, each rope painting your walls in his creamy spend. Shivers run through his body as he milks you both dry, your walls pulsing around him in time with your rapid heartbeat. He collapses on top of you, his heavy breathing synched up perfectly with yours.

"You're mine, you're mine, all fucking mine," he mutters breathlessly as he peppers kisses all over the damp skin of your neck and chest. You hum and wrap your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head to your chest as you let him stake his claim over you.

"Yes, Angel, I'm all yours... just like you're mine."

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