#e: peek a boo

[elliesgaythoughts]

Peek a boo

Perv!Sub Ellie x Dom!fem!reader

MDNI

Warnings: masturbation r! and Ellie, squirting, fingering, oral E!receiving, blindfold, tribbing, reader smacks Ellie’s face(non sexually), blood(non violent or menstral), dildo e! receiving💙

You knew Ellie like the back of your hand you knew what she liked you knew what she loved you knew her fears and what made her tick and apparently that all was you. Everything she does is you she lives and breathes you. Ellie obviously didn’t know you were aware of all this, to her all you knew is that you two met in collage and lived in the same flat to save money.

You both weren’t exactly close but you were polite to eachother you would say “hi” to her and she’d reply the usual “hello” shyly and scurry back to her room avoiding your gaze.

You’d be worried that she didn’t appreciate your company if it wasn’t for you catching her literally moaning your name in your bed with her nose nuzzled into your pillow, ass up and hands frantically moving in her boxers, the dark grey patch on the centre of the fabric standing out from the rest. You were supposed to be out all night but decided to come home early and head to bed because of a pounding headache, only to be greeted with such a pathetic yet ego boosting scene.

You never brought this up to her, instead you wanted to see how far she would take it and to be honest you loved the idea of this timid little nerd being completely obsessed with you.

Your tests started small, leaving your chapstick out in the morning just to find Ellie with a pink tint to her previously chapped lips and a guilty aura surrounding her when you got home but it grew thrilling to see just how addicted she was to you, you wanted to see her take this thurther leaving your white lace thong on the top of the dirty laundry pile, only to come home to all your clothes folded perfectly and smelling of fresh cotton outside your room door but your underwear was nowhere to be found and you’d have it no other way, to say the least, you found flattering and you loved the attention, so it became routine, you’d leave a pair of your underwear out every Friday morning and they’d be missing for you getting back home, only to show up randomly a week later.

What you loved to do was play with yourself moaning loudly into the night and no matter how late it was you’d hear little creaks on the floorboards outside your bedroom door and if you swallow your moans enough you can hear Ellie’s rapid breaths on the other side of your door and little wet squelches, after you came to the thought of Ellie getting off to just your moans you roll over tierd looking at the digital clock that read 4:32am. you hear her room door click close and a thud as she throws herself on her bed and sighs, you sigh with her. It was fun teasing her but you wanted more, you wanted to see her when she was whimpering and moaning and crying out in pleasure because of you, you wanted to see the tears stream down her freckled face and so you made it your mission..

You chose to give Ellie exactly what she gave you: a fucking show. There you were, in the exact same position you found her in that fateful night, ass up and head in your pillow your thong pulled to the side as you played with your dripping cunt, your room door swinging open and moans of Ellie’s name leaving your lips just loud enough for it to sound like your calling on her. You dipped your finger into your soaked entrance because just the thought of Ellie catching you like this had you fucking dripping, thrusting in and out of yourself and whimpering her name summoned her like magic, you heard that usual squeak of your floorboards knowing she’ll find you like this, you arch your back deeper and release the most sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard and shove a second finger into your weeping entrance “fffuck Ellie ri-right thereee ughh”. You hear a muffled groan, smiling to yourself you peek between your legs and you almost cum at the sight, Ellie leaning against your doorframe with a hand over her mouth, eyes close and her hand moving frantically in her trousers, her head tilted back in pleasure.

“ELLIE!??” you shout in faux shock pretending to try cover yourself, her eyes pop open and the colour drains from her face, she looks like she seen a ghost and tries to back away but trips up on her own two feet, falling on her ass, poor baby. You stand up walking towards her and she can’t even move. You admire the blush on her cheeks, the tears brimming in her eyes under her glasses and the slick glistening on her fingertips “i-i am so sorry” she sobs out and you shush her, extending a hand out to her, she grabs it fearing she could somehow make you more upset by refusing your hand. You pull her to her feet and regardless of height, she’s still practically cowering beneath you.

“aww Ellie were you watching me fuck myself?” You coo.

She doesn’t answer you, instead she stares at the floor silently.

So you slap her across the face, not too hard but enough for her to groan a little in pain as she rubs her cheek, staring at you stupidly, clearly in shock by your actions.

“answer me” you speak.

“yes” she practically barley whispers and she looks like she’s about to pass out, even in this situation she can’t help but scan your body in your underwear sheepishly admiring every curve. Wrapping your hand around Ellie’s wrist you walk her into your bedroom.

“Sit” you instruct tilting your head towards the bed and she does exactly as she’s told sitting on the edge of your bed. You don’t even glance at her as you walk to your wardrobe, leaning over to look through your drawers, putting your dripping pussy on display for her, your thong still pulled to the side, her breathing and squirming is the only sounds filling the room till you speak still looking through the drawers “strip”

“what?” she whispers

“don’t make me tell you twice Ellie”.

You listen to her shuffle for a bit before you stand straight and turn to face her, the sight of her in just her boxers make your cunt ache as trail towards the bed, a peice of pink fabric in your hands, you crawl on top of it and raise your hand to make a come hither motion at Ellie, the poor girl is practically shaking as she crawls towards you and sits between your legs, your hands trace her shoulders to try calm her down “did I look pretty?” You whisper.

“what?” She trembles between your legs

You huff “did I look pretty…with my fingers buried in my pussy ellie?” You place kisses on her shoulder.

She closes her eyes and squeeze her thighs together “Really pretty” she breaths out

“Did I make you wet baby” your lips graze her neck

“Y-yes” she whines

“You’re such a perv Ellie, I bet you wanna watch me suck on your pussy, do you want that?”

“Pleasee” tears are brimming in her eyes with desperation

“You don’t deserve that tho, do you ellie?”

She stays quiet, knowing the answer

“No you don’t get to see my lips wrapped around your pretty clit, do you?”

“Please, please”

You trail your fingertips to her inner thigh and her hips buck, her glasses sliding a little down her nose and she reaches up to push them back up but you stop her hand and pull the frames off her face placing them on the bedstand and she’s watches you curiously

“you’re not gonna need them” you reassure her.

She knows exactly what you mean, picking up the pink fabric, you hold your hand out and she places it gently in your hand “good girl” you say and peck her on the face, she whines at your actions “I don’t think you deserve to see me Ellie, not after letting me catch you being such a little perv”.

She squeezes her thighs together at the thought off you blindfolding her and fucking her “bet you wanted me to catch you, just want me to put you in your place baby huh?”

“Mmhm” she confirms,looking down, you follow her gaze and see a ridiculously large wet patch on her boxers, her slick literally leaking through them and onto your duvet, the sight makes your cunt throb, getting on your knees behind her, you’re squeezing your thighs together as you say “relax for me baby” she nods, playing with her hands in her lap and you reach round grabbing her chin pulling her into a sloppy kiss and she’s moaning into your mouth instantly, tongues rolling against eachother, wet smacking sounds filling the room, her drool landing on your chin as she grinds into the bed, your hand wraps loosely around her throat to get her attention

“you’re gonna do exactly as I say, and if you don’t I’ll stop do you understand?” She nods frantically “good fucking girl” you praise and her hand reaches down to touch her clit but you slap it and she yelps pulling her hand away “that’s mine now, understand?”

“Y-yes ma’am” you roll your eyes behind her head, of course she has a fucking ma’am kink.

“Your safe word is peach” you say placing the blindfold over her eyes and tying it behind her head “what’s your safe word?”

“Peach” she breaths out

“Good girl” you kiss the top of her head and stand off the bed “lie down for me angel”

“Yes ma’am” she whispers laying down, you look down at her admiraing her chest raising and falling with her heavy breaths, she looks so helpless like this, her hands gripping onto your sheets, all you want to do is make her feel good.

You stand at the bottom of your bed and Ellie gasps as you grip her ankle’s gently and pull her legs apart, crawling in between them, you kiss the tip of her pretty nose and you swear you see her lip twitch, it makes you blush, she truely is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.

you place a barely there kiss onto her little smile “you’re gonna do exactly what I say and if you don’t I’ll stop, understand?”

“y-yeah” her shyness returning.

You hear her nervous breaths so you reach down and interlace one of your hands with hers, holding it besides her head to let her know that you’re not gonna hurt her..too much. She returns the touch by squeezing your hand tightly, you practically melt for this little geek.

You hold a kiss to her lips for a moment and pull away to kiss her jaw, your other hand trailing up and down the outside of her thigh, making goosebumps appear on her porcelain skin, your lips trail to her ear

“i could do anything I want to you…and you’d let me” you laugh

She’s nodding as you trail you teeth across the sensitive spot on her neck, she moans as you nip the skin there licking over it messily and pressing a wet kiss onto the purple skin, Ellie’s crying out like she’s already being fucked senseless.

You kiss the valley of her chest and peck your way to her pink nipple and flick it, she gasps as her hips buck into yours and you shush her “shh, I got you baby” you trace her waist as you suck on her sensitive nub, your hand catches her by surprise as it reaches up and tweaks the opposite nipple before your mouth laches onto it sucking and flicking, your spit practically coating her little breasts, it’s to much and not enough for her at the same time “p-please, please” she begs, defeated already, and you know what she wants, your lips barely touch her as you lightly trail them down her chest valley all the way to her auburn happy trail, you kiss the waistband of her boxers and press your lips onto her mound through them “can I take these off angel?” You whisper against her skin

“Please” she pleads, nodding.

You hook your fingertips into her waistband and pull, relishing in the sound of the fabric separating from her wet, sticky folds and the soft gasp that leaves her lips when your warm breath hits her throbbing clit. you trail both your hands lightly up her inner thighs and push them apart dipping your head and licking her outer lips that were already soaked in her precious slick, “ughh” her hips buck towards your face, one of your hands push onto her belly to shove her deep into the matteress, you experimentally lick across her clit and moan at the taste of her, suddenly becoming insatiable you begin licking and sucking on her precious clit messily, her slick coating your nose down, she’s squirming as you begin licking up and down her sensitive folds, tasting all her essence, you suck on her labia as you make your way down to her entrance and circle it, shes pulsing, desperately trying to suck you in.

“plea-ahh!” she squeals as you push your tongue into her warmth, your nose brushing her wet clit, she instantly laces her fingers into your scalp and starts to ride your face, her thighs pressing against your jaw and hips bucking up, you pull your pink muscle out and shove it in again, she’s practically crying out above you as you feel her belly contracting under your palm, you shove your face deeper into her suffocating yourself with her womanhood as you hook your arms around her thighs, her walls are squeezing on you, “d-don’t, don’t stop, umgonnacum uhhh pleaseee” she cries out.

You turn your face to the side cutting off contact with her and she practically starts to cry above you as she desperately humps your cheek trying to seek any friction, you lift your head “you cum when I tell you to cum” you instruct.

“Please please, I’m sorry” she sobs out, just desperate to cum.

“oh you will be” you breathlessly laugh out…

“Eleven, fffuck t-twelve-” she sobs out as you push your finger in and out of her leaking entrance, she wants to squeal your name but she knows if you she stops counting you’ll also stop, shes already fucked up once making you restart when you where in the thirties.

You ram into her harshly

“ahh please” her thighs are twitching

“Number?” You ignore her pleads

“Th-thirteen, can I cum”

“N-” you’re cut off when she interrupts you with her begging

“Pleasee” as she squeals as she clamps onto your finger

You slap the outside of her thigh harshly and shove a second finger inside her, thrusting to punctuate every word “no.ellie.you.can’t.”

You thrust into her a few more times and you feel her walks clamp tightly onto you, her thighs squeeze your forearm and she’s pleading “sorry” repeatedly, knowing that she can’t stop herself from what she’s about to do any longer, and you let her, knowing you can use this as a reason to punish her. she squeezes your fingers so tightly you can’t even move them anymore and she’s writhing above you, her hands dug into the sheet beneath her as she screams your name, pearlescent cum leaks from her, all down your fingers and palm, dripping onto your duvet, you kiss her navel as her breathing steadies she holds onto your hair gently, you slowly begin thrusting into her again and she can’t take it as she feels you speeding up “s’to much” she squeals clamping onto your fingers again, you pull your finger out her and she whines in disappointment, only to scream when you push in a third finger and slam into her repeatedly hitting her sweet spot, her nails are digging into your forearm, light specs of blood treakling down your arm “stop stop pleasee” she sobs

You lean down and suck her clit a few times

“doesn’t sound like the safe word”

“Please” she sounds so weak

“Thought you wanted to cum, fucking slut” you end the sentence with another hard thrust and flick your tongue across her clit and she can’t even speak as she wraps her legs around your head and squirts all across your face, you still inside her and flick her clit a couple more times, feeling her almost crush your fingers, you hear her sob and almost feel a little bad, pulling out of her and crawl up her to kiss her passionately “th-thank you” she says into the kiss.

You were supposed to be punishing her, but apparently she liked getting treated like a fucking whore.

“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you” you say.

“I know” Ellie confirms..

You’re thrusting the faux dick softly in and out of her, hand on the base as you roll your tongue across her bud, the taste of her had you literally salivating, you close your eye’s, listening to her whines and pleads and you fucking can’t take it anymore.

“Take it off” you beg but she can’t hear you past herself, moaning loudly. You squeeze her hip to get her attention and her head whips in your direction.

“Ellie, take it off, please”

Her hand reaches up and she shakily pulls the blindfold off, her teary green eyes locking onto yours, you look up at her, taking her whole clit into your mouth sucking and flicking at it, she grabs your hand that’s pressing on her lower belly, interlacing her fingers with yours and she starts to tremble a little “p-please ahh oh my god” her hips are twitching “don’t stohp” she whines as a white ring starts to form at the bottom of your dick as you quickly speed up your pace pushing in and out of her, her orgasm takes over her, legs spasming and belly contracting, you slow down your thrusts and lay your head on her inner thigh admiring as her bud twitches. You pull out hearing her whine at the feeling of being empty, you peck her pink fluttering clit and she hums at the sensation, you kiss her lower belly and look up to her face watching the tears roll down her freckled cheeks as her eyes are close in bliss, you crawl up her body and kiss her on the lips, both hands on her chest. She opens her eyes slowly and stares into yours her arm hooked around your waist, you pause admiring the sight you’ve made out of her.

Her hand reaches up cautiously and pulls your bra cup down a little and starts to play with your nipple, you moan at the touch “wha-ughh what are you doing?”

“you never got off” she says, concerned about your pleasure

“It’s okay baby”

“No, no it’s not” she huffs and kisses you again

You pull away “you’re right angel, you got one more in you?” you smile

she closes her eyes preparing herself for what’s about to come and takes a deep breath “yes”…

Your pussy is above hers, your slick landing on her clit, you press your warmth onto hers fully you both are breathing heavily as you drag yourself across her, moving your pelvis forward and backwards, her hips matching your rhythm, your holding each others hands, your face on the side of her neck breathing down her skin as you rut against eachother, tears welling in your eyes and squeezing around nothing, your clit is beating against hers as warm tears roll down your face your voice raising in pitch, the only thing you can think and feel is ellie, her name leaving your mouth like a prayer on loop

“D-don’t stop” she begs as your flesh becomes one, heat burning off each others skin as ellie desperately presses her lips to yours breathing life into you as she cums onto you, her body shakes, her clit banging against yours repeatedly and your head dips agains her chest as you tremble above her and your orgasm crashes over you, you cum, squirting onto her, your limbs growing weak, some of your release dripping into her as you collapse against her, chest to chest, both of you close your eyes and the only sound filling the room is the sound of each others gasps for air

You feel like your heart is swelling out of your chest as tears well in your eyes, you feel genuinely happy for the first time in years, “I love you Ellie” you speak into the silence.

“I love you too” she whispers, you press your lips to hers and she sobs into your mouth, you feel her hot tears against your skin “it’s okay baby, I got you” and now your the one crying, hands wrapping around eachovers bodies “I love you” she says again against your lips.

“I love you too Ellie” you reassure her.

You both lay there limbs and hands intertwined, head in the side of her neck as you fall asleep as one, the warm sunrise shining through your window and landing on your shared flesh…

[ranahan]

C, cy, yc—why are they pronounced like that?

I think I’ve mentioned before that the rule is very nearly regular, so here it is. I’ve reproduced Traviss’s original pronunciation guides here (so you can see whether what I’m saying holds true).

c (without y) is pronounced as /s/ before high front vowels /e i/

cerar [sair-ARR]

ceratir [sair-AH-teer]

ceryc [sair-EESH]

cetar [set-ARR]

cetare [set-ARE-ay]

cin [seen]

cinargaanar [see-NAHR-gah-nahr]

cinarin [see-NAH-reen]

cin'ciri [seen-SEE-ree]

cinyc [SEE-neesh]

ciryc [seer-EESH]

mircin [meer-SEEN]

mircir [meer-SEER]

mirci't [meer-SEET]

racin [ray-SEEN]

tom'urcir [tohm-OOR-seer]

ver'mircit [VAIR-meer-seet]

otherwise as /k/

That is, after other vowels:

ca [kah]

cabuor [kah-BOO- or]

cabur [KAH-boor]

ca'nara [KAH-nah-RAH]

can'gal [CAHN-gahl]

carud [kah-ROOD]

ca'tra[KAH-tra]

cuir [COO-eer]

copaanir [KOH-pan-EER]

copad [KOH-pad]

copikla [koh-PEEK-lah]

copyc [KOH-peesh]

cu'bikad [COO-bee-kahd]

cunak [COO-nahk]

cuun [koon]

cuyan [koo-YAHN]

cuyanir [coo-YAH-neer]

cuyete [coo-YAY-tay]

cuyir [KOO-yeer]

cuyla [COO-ee-lah]

du'car [DOO-kar]

du'caryc [doo-KAR-eesh]

ge'catra [geh-CAT-rah]

jorcu [JOR-koo]

ori'copaad [OH-ree-KOH-pahd]

vencuyanir [ven-COO-yah-neer]

vencuyot [vain-COO-ee-ot]

vercopa [vair-KOH-pa]

vercopaanir [VAIR-koh-PAH-neer]

…and in a word-final position:

balac [bah-LAHK]

bic [beek]

ibac [ee-BAK]

ibic [ee-BIK]

norac [noh-RAK]

tebec [TEH-bek]

yc is always pronounced as /iʃ/

aikiyc [ai-KEESH]

aruetyc [AH-roo-eh-TEESH]

balyc [BAH-leesh]

beskaryc [BES-kar-EESH]

burk'yc [BOOR-keesh]

chakaaryc [chah- KAR-eesh]

copyc [KOH-peesh]

dalyc [DAH-leesh]

daryc [DAR-eesh]

diryc [DEER-eesh]

duumyc [DOO-meesh]

etyc [ETT-eesh]

gaht'yc [GAH-teesh]

gehatyc [geh-HAHT-eesh]

haamyc [HAH-meesh]

haatyc [HAH-teesh]

haryc [HAR-eesh]

hayc [haysh]

hetikleyc [hay-TEEK-laysh]

hettyc [heh-TEESH]

hodayc [HOH-daysh]

hokan'yc [hoh-KAH-neesh]

iviin'yc [ee-VEEN-esh]

jagyc [JAH-geesh]

jaon'yc [jai-OHN-ish]

jari'eyc [JAR-ee-aysh

jatisyc [jah-TEE-seesh]

johayc [JO-haysh]

kotyc [koh-TEESH]

kyr'adyc [keer-AH-deesh]

kyrayc [keer-AYSH]

kyr'yc [KEER-eesh]

laamyc [LAH-meesh]

lararyc [lah-rah-eesh]

majyc [MAH-jeesh]

morut'yc [moh-ROO-teesh]

narseryc [nar-SAIR-eesh]

nayc [naysh]

neduumyc [nay-DOO-meesh]

nehutyc [neh-HOOT-eesh]

nu'amyc [noo-AHM-eesh]

nuhaatyc [noo-HAH-teesh]

ori'beskaryc [OH-ree-bes-KAR-eesh]

ori'jagyc [OH-ree-JAHG-eesh (or OH-ree-YAHG-eesh)]

ori'suumyc [OHR-ee-SOOM-eesh]

oyayc [oy-AYSH]

piryc [PEER-eesh]

ramikadyc [RAH-mee-KAHD-eesh]

ret'yc [RET-eesh]

ruusaanyc [roo-SAHN-eesh]

sapanyc [sah-PAHN-eesh]

shaap'yc [sha-PEESH]

shi'yayc [shee-YAYSH]

shuk'yc [shook-EESH]

shupur'yc [shoo-POOR-esh]

sol'yc [sohl-EESH]

talyc [tahl-EESH]

tomyc [TOH-meesh]

tranyc [TRAH-neesh]

tratyc [TRAH-teesh]

tug'yc [too-GEESH]

ulyc [OO-leesh]

urcir [oor-SEER]

utyc [OO-teesh]

verburyc [vair-BOOR-eesh]

verd'yc [VAIR-deesh]

vutyc [VOOT-eesh]

yaiyai'yc [yai-YAI-eesh]

Note that this is still true when yc occurs in the middle of a word instead of the end:

barycir [bah-REE-shir]

besbe'trayce [BES-beh-TRAYSH-ay]

dirycir [DEER-ee-SHEER]

ke'gyce [keh-GHEE-shay]

majyce [mah-jEE-shay]

majycir [MAH-jeesh-eer]

mar'eyce [mah-RAY-shay]

mureyca [MOOR-aysh-ah]

cy is pronounced as /ʃ/

burc'ya [BOOR-sha]

burcyan [BOOR-shahn]

cyare [SHAH-ray]

cyare'se [shar-AY-say]

cyar'ika [shar-EE-kah]

cyar'tomade [SHAR-toe-MAH-day]

mirshmure'cya [meersh-moor-AY-shah]

murcyur [MOOR-shoor]

oyacyir [oy-YAH-sheer]

Ret'urcye mhi [ray-TOOR-shay-MEE]

sheb'urcyin [sheh-BOOR-shin]

sho'cye [SHOW-shay]

tracy'uur [trah-SHOOR]

Exceptions

The above holds true except for some exceptions:

The first is a group of words with a combination of u + yc:

buyca [BOO-shah]

buy'ce [BOO-shay]

buycika [BOO-she-kah]

This might be related to the status of /ui/ as a diphthong in Mando’a & could be a piece of evidence against it. What do I mean? Well, every instance of ⟨uy⟩ in the dictionary, Traviss breaks up in two syllables /u.i/. Could be there’s no diphthong /ui/ in Mando’a? However, I think it’s more likely this is because Traviss gives the pronunciations with an English orthography (i.e. how an English speaking reader would know to pronounce the words), and there’s no diphthong /ui/ in English, so in order to represent those sounds in English, they have to be broken up in separate syllables.

I also think the long /uː/ in buy’ce etc. is likely simply an elision: try going slowly from /u/ to /i/ to /ʃ/, and you’ll notice it’s easier to slip directly from /u/ to /ʃ/. I would generalise it as the diphthong /ʊɪ/ being realised as /uː/ before palatal consonants (at least; maybe others as well).

and:

buyacir [boo-ya-SHEER] /bʊ.ja.ˈʃiɾ/

Which has no excuse for being irregular except for influence on its spelling from buy’ce, so you could alternatively spell it as buyacyir or pronounce it as /bʊ.ja.ˈsiɾ/ (either would be regular).

The other exception to the rule is:

acyk [AH-seek]

The rule for this could be formulated as “y is the only vowel in a syllable, it’s pronounced as /i/ and the pronunciation of c follows that.” Except for…

tracyn [trah-SHEEN]

Which itself could be analysed as a combination of the above rules: y as an only vowel gets pronounced as /i/, but the consonant in cy is still pronounced as /ʃ/ (in which case it would be acyk that is irregular instead).

It’s the derivations that appear irregular:

tracinya [trah-SHEE-nah]

tracyaat [tra-SHEE-at]

tra'cyar [tra-SHEE-ar]

Tracinya is plainly a derivation of tracyn, just spelled with an i instead of y. Interestingly, in Harlin’s Mando’a tracyn is pronounced as /tra.ʃin/ and tracinya as /tra.sin.ja/. So perhaps it’s acyk which should be pronounced as /a.ʃik/?

I’ve chosen to adjust the pronunciation of the other two to conform to the rule of pronouncing cy as /ʃ/: /tɾa.ˈʃaːt/ & /tɾa.ˈʃaɾ/.

And then:

yacur [YAH-soor]

Idek? I have do idea where this one comes from.

And:

Coruscanta [KOH-roo-SAHN-ta]

which is a loanword and doesn’t count. Although I’d suspect that “Corusanta” might be a fairly common misspelling among native speakers.

Explanation

So why is it pronounced like that? The explanation is something called palatalisation, which is the same reason why c in Latinate words is sometimes pronounced as /k/ and sometimes as /s/.

In very simple terms, the high front vowels and the semivowel /j/ are pronounced such that the tongue is at or very nearly the palatal position. So they tend to pull the preceding consonants to the palatal place of articulation (instead of whichever place of articulation they used to be pronounced at).

So in Mando’a:

c → k

c + high front vowel /i e/ → /s/

c + semivowel /j/ → /ʃ/

Not sure if /k/ is the original value of ⟨c⟩ since this rule doesn’t seem to apply to ⟨k⟩. Maybe ⟨c⟩ had originally another value, which has later changed into /k/?

There will be a second part to this post later, but I’ll break this off here for now.

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🥀 Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo {E, 114k}

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

🥀 And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {E, 109k}

For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him?

For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?

And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

A story of love. A story of loss. A story of fighting for each other, no matter the odds.

🥀 somewhere in between lightning  by jassy117, @nauticalleeds, shiningdistractionwrites / @shiningdistraction {E, 99k}

As Louis took another bite, he thought back to how he had once believed that the hardest thing about being on Love Island would be Liam handling his social media.  He had been wrong. It was Harry Styles, peeking over at Louis as he forked a pancake into his mouth, and gauging his reaction. It was having to quench the swelling of his heart, which felt simultaneously like hope and the breaking of a thousand pieces.

A summer gone wrong (or very right) when, under Liam’s persuasion, Louis finds himself drunkenly applying for Love Island, and getting accepted. Oh, well. A summer spent on an island paradise couldn’t be all that bad, right?

Imagine his surprise when Louis arrives in sunny Majorca to find that his first love and ex-boyfriend, Harry, is another contestant, about to capture the hearts of everyone in the villa. Most normal people don’t have to face their ex on an otherwise straight TV show. Most normal people don’t fall for their ex again in front of the whole nation, either. Too bad this whole situation isn’t normal.

🥀 Emperor’s New Clothes by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships {E, 92k}

The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.

or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.

🥀 Consequences by @allwaswell16 {E, 78k}

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

🥀 your memory over me by @shimmeringevil {E, 64k}

Three years have passed since Louis last saw him, but all it took was a few minutes in Harry’s presence for him to be relegated to the desperate twenty-one year old that was practically begging his boyfriend for an ounce of reassurance that he still cared about him.

Harry shouldn’t be here. He’s brought too many unresolved feelings with him, that Louis thought he’d never have to face.

It’s Harry’s apparent apathy that’s the most difficult to come to terms with. Anger, he could handle. Regret, he would welcome. But Harry’s amiability, and carefree demeanor can only be born from indifference.

He’s moved on. He doesn’t care. And that is something Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever be strong enough to face.

OR - The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

🥀 Feels Like Coming Home by @phdmama {E, 60k}

The last thing Harry Styles expects when he's hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that's exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn't heard one word from Louis, and he's moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he's a chef, isn't easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he'd left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.

This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

🥀 The Second Hand Unwinds by @kingsofeverything {E, 51k}

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

🥀 The End Should Be A Good One by bananasandboots / @anylessreal {M, 43k}

It doesn't feel like falling in love, the way it had felt the first time around, easy, simple, almost like floating, wrapped up in a whirlwind of touches and kisses, late nights spent laughing breathlessly into each other's skin. This feels broken, complicated, like every move carries the weight of their past. Like the floorboards beneath them could collapse at any moment. This doesn't feel good.

Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

🥀 Sometimes You Just Know by @2tiedships2 {M, 33k}

“Dear diary. Today is going to be a good day, and here’s why...”

“What are you doing?” Louis mumbled as he bit into a piece of toast.

“It’s been almost two years and today Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson reunite. Louis is very excited about…”

Louis’ chair screeched along the kitchen floor as he flew up out of his seat, quickly grabbing the paper from Niall’s grasp. As he scanned the page he found it amounted to lines of nothing.

“What is this?” Louis asked again. “We’ve discussed how Harry Styles will never be spoken of in this flat. I don’t care how long it’s been.”

Niall snatched the paper from Louis and proceeded to draw a line across the page before writing.

“Today is the day that he-who-shall-not-be-named is coming to dinner.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis don’t believe in soulmates… until they do.

🥀 like a timebomb ticking by @infinitelymint {M, 31k}

Louis loses everything. Harry's still there.

🥀 Cowboy Like Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings {M, 29k}

Going legit and starting over in a small town was supposed to solve all of Harry’s problems. That was until a string of robberies in wealthy towns brings him face-to-face with his rouge ex-partner and their dicey, unresolved past.

🥀 Get Out Of My Head (and I'll get out of yours) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter {E, 29k}

“You really that desperate, are you?” Despite it being a shitty thing to say, Harry didn’t mind too much, as the bitterness in Louis’ tone sounded like music to Harry’s ears. Harry was winning tonight. “Can’t find anyone new to be interested in you, so you try to hit on Zayn.”

“I can’t find someone interested in me?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re having a laugh, mate.”

“Yeah, well, where are they, then? Because from what I’ve heard, you’re here alone.”

“As if I’d bring anyone to somewhere I knew you’d be. I wouldn’t wish your presence on my worst enemy.”

“Aw,” Louis cooed in a way that made Harry want to slap him. “You’re saying I’m not your worst enemy?”

“For someone to be an enemy, you have to give a shit about them. So, no. You’re not even on the list.”

“Oh–kay. Well, it’s been lovely as always, gents,” Zayn said before knocking back the rest of his drink.

Or the one for the Bottom Harry Fic Fest where Harry bottoming is more of a side plot, because angst got in the way--but it doesn't really matter because the fest stopped existing when I was halfthrough.

🥀 some things fade (some never do) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed {T, 25k}

Matching tattoos. He’d never thought he’d be the type for tattoos to begin with, let alone matching or magical ones, but once Harry had put the idea in his mind it had never quite managed to disappear. And it had made sense. With their relationship a long distance one, this was simply another way of feeling close to one another. Of knowing where the other was, how they felt. It had made so much sense.

Back then.

Three years after their break up, Harry calls.

🥀 Might've Took The Long Way by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove {M, 21k}

It's been two years since Harry and Louis broke up. They were that couple in high school -- you know the one; been together forever, hopelessly in love, all over each other, the whole nine yards. Even when Louis went off to university, they found a way to make the distance work.

Until they broke up.

Now Harry is back in town, and no matter how many times Louis tells himself they can't be together, they keep falling right back into each other.

“They got a name?” Bebe asks.

“What?”

“Your ghosts,” she says, her voice suddenly soft. “If you want to tell me, I mean. I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but. Sometimes it can help to exorcise them.” She pauses, and chuckles. “Other times, vodka works better than sage.”

Louis holds his breath for a moment, building the courage, before he finally murmurs, “Harry.”

“Sorry?”

“Harry,” Louis says again. The name feels like a time bomb in his mouth, but it hasn’t blown up yet. “His name was -- is -- Harry.”

🥀 lost in my head by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {E, 12k}

Louis had been, until about a year prior, the love of Harry’s life.

🥀 Fuck You For Ruining New York City For Me by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry {T, 11k}

Harry met Louis in college and fell in love with him in record time. Louis broke up with him in their New York apartment, so Harry left the city for good. Except now he’s back, visiting with his new boyfriend.

What happens when they run into each other at a bar three years after breaking up?

🥀 give me things to stay awake by embodied {E, 10k}

It’s shitty and it’s counterproductive and it’s self-indulgent, but he lets it become a thing. On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up.   AU. It's been a year since Louis broke up with Harry.

🥀 Now That It's Over by @lululawrence {NR, 8k}

“What are the odds we would both be at Mariano’s on a Thursday night?”

Louis’ shoulders tensed. What the hell was he doing here?

“Harry? Hi? The odds are pretty crazy, yeah.”

Harry smiled down at Louis the way he used to, but there was also a glint in his eye that Louis absolutely did not like. Harry was also dressed in his favorite black and white striped women’s jeans and a printed shirt only he would ever be able to pull off. It was quite rude of him to come and interrupt Louis, particularly while looking so good. Louis hadn’t seen him since he’d finished moving his shit out of what was once their shared flat, so this being the first time seeing him wasn’t exactly providence in Louis’ mind.

Or the one where Harry and Louis broke up two months ago, and Harry just might be sabotaging Louis' dates.

🥀 Unspoken by Speechless / @smokingluckiesalltheway {E, 5k}

Harry and Louis broke up when they were nineteen. They see each other after six years.

"I'm not going to be the guy you fuck on the side while you settle down with your blonde wife." Maybe it's the way he phrased it, something about what Louis has just said tears a small laugh out of him. "I don't want that." Harry says, serious again. There is no reason for him to keep on holding onto Louis' scarf like this, but he does. "The last time I saw you I thought we would fix it." Louis' the one laughing this time, his vision blurry. "The last time you saw me was right before you got on a train and fucked off." "And I thought we would fix it." Harry repeats, his voice shot. "I thought you'd come."

🥀 Not yet a breach, but an expansion by theweightofmywords / @lil0 {NR, 2k}

“I don’t understand why we keep running into each other,” he says as his hands grip his hair in frustration.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he scoffs. “You know why, Harry."

Fate, it seems, still holds their lives in her ceaseless orbit.

[vermilionsun]

If you are still open for requests..how about Ais and Kuras (or pick which one) with a child/children?

Of course!! Don’t hesitate to send in more if ya want <3

Ais

Father figure of the year

✩ Pretty chill in general

He's the type of dad who will let you have a good time but also make sure you're staying safe.

✩ Always there to lend an ear or offer advice… or constructive criticism—

You can always count on him to give you straightforward and honest advice, even if it's not what you want to hear. Even though he may not always agree with your choices, you know that his intentions are always good and that he genuinely cares about your well-being. Ais may not show his emotions openly, but his love and support for his child would be unwavering.

✩ Seems to know exactly what to say in any situation.

Whether you need help with a problem or just want someone to talk to, he is always there for you (with judgment /j)

✩ Don't even bother to lie to him.

He can see right through any facade and will always know when you're not being completely honest. His ability to detect deception is uncanny, but it also makes him a trustworthy confidant. Besides, what even did you do that made you think the consequences would be that bad? (Or even exist?) Partying? Smoking? Drinking? Drugs? Sex?

✩ “Lame. When I was your age I was way worse—”

✩ CRAZY parent lore.

And he mentions it so casually every time. Like, he's seen (and done) it all before. Nothing seems to faze him in the slightest.

✩ He's the kind of guy who would drop everything to help his kid, no questions asked.

✩ On the other hand, if we're talking about babies…

He might be a bit (completely) clueless when it comes to diaper changing, feeding schedules, or soothing a crying infant. However, his willingness to learn and his dedication to being the best parent he can be are admirable qualities.

✩ He's the type of person who will spend hours researching the best parenting techniques and tips.

✩ He gets the hang of it pretty quick.

✩ He is incredibly patient to the point where it becomes a bit scary. 

✩ COMMITTED.

From reading bedtime stories to playing endless games of peek-a-boo, a cheerleader, a rock, a shoulder to cry on—he's all in when it comes to being a parent. 

✩ GIRL DAD

✩ If anyone dares to think about touching his child, they'll never see the light of day again.

Kuras

24/7 confusion

✞ This begs the question of whether the child would be half-angel.

Let's assume so, because it becomes ten times funnier.

✞ Absolutely  b e w i l d e r e d  in the beginning.

✞ “...Why does it cry so much?”

Another question that often arises is, "Is there something wrong with it that I can't see?" He's just��� confused. He doesn't really understand babies. Kuras is used to living a fast-paced, independent lifestyle, so the idea of being responsible for a helpless infant is overwhelming for him.

✞ Incredibly good once he figures it out.

Despite his initial confusion and overwhelming feelings, Kuras quickly adapts. Kuras is always on call to help with midnight feedings and diaper changes, making sure the baby is well taken care of around the clock.

✞ “Uh… honey? The baby is floating.”

Cue Kuras calmly walking into the room and safely guiding the baby back to the ground with a knowing smile. It becomes a common occurrence in the household. 

✞ Eventually takes on the role of mentor, teaching the child how to control their powers and use them for good.

✞ Slightly strict

Believes in setting boundaries and enforcing rules to ensure the well-being and safety of his children. He considers discipline an important aspect of parenthood, as it helps instill good behavior and values in his kids. He may come off as harsh at times, but it all stems from a place of love and protection. Kuras wants his children to grow up knowing right from wrong and understanding the importance of structure in their lives.

✞ Comfort

He listens without judgment, allowing his children to express themselves freely. Kuras encourages open communication and fosters a strong bond based on trust and respect.

✞ Don't even bother to lie to him part 2

If you try to sneak out, he'll be waiting for you at the door, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. You can try to pull one over on him, but chances are, he'll see right through it. It's better to just be honest and upfront with him, because he always seems to know what's going on.

✞ Consequences

Although Kuras seems disappointed at times, he knows that it is all part of the process of growing up and learning from mistakes. He understands that his children need to make their own choices and face the consequences of those choices in order to become independent and responsible adults. Kuras tries to offer guidance and support, but ultimately allows his children to take ownership of their decisions and experiences.

✞ Always puts his children's needs above his own.

✞ Being the doctor he is and a parent can be a challenging juggling act. Kuras, however, manages to balance both roles with grace and dedication.

✞ T r i p l e t s

✞ If anyone dares to harm their child, he will stop at nothing to protect them. Fuck repentance and forgiveness; Kuras will seek justice with a vengeance that knows no bounds.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

"The nighttime brings promises I can't keep

Givin' in is the one thing that I don't need

Got ahead of myself, gotta retrace my steps'

Cause I lost me the moment I took a piece of you

And you may never believe, but I'm sorry

I never meant for it to go this way (this way)

Only wanted the best and I'm stickin' to my story

This was a moment for me, and this was all it could be"

Destin Conrad & Alex Isley –"Same Mistake"

The state of mental disarray Celeste lived in would've broken the average woman. Having a feral pack of vampires follow her home brought on a fear so acute that she fled her cottage that same night and stayed with Mercy until the next morning.

She didn't tell her friend about the encounter, knowing she'd be packed off to a mental ward, or at least temporarily placed under observation at the hospital where Mercy worked as a nurse.

Mercy wasn't stupid.

She sensed immediately that Celeste's distress was beyond the made-up story about a burglar trying to break into her house. Crime happened a lot in the Easy, and any normal person would call the cops and bitch about soaring crime rates. Nothing would come of it, anyway. Outside of homicide, the NOLA police department wasn't known to haul ass for a B&E —breaking and entering. Mercy's suspicions were affirmed by the way Celeste acted, peeking out of the window every half hour like the time an old boyfriend before Freddie harassed her with stalking and drive-bys to her old apartment. All of her clique knew Terry left the city. She told them he had his job to get back to and things weren't going to pan out long distance. Mercy's lips poked out like she was itching to know if Terry was the problem and the reason for running off to her place in the middle of the night.

Celeste slept on the couch in Mercy's apartment and stayed indoors there while her friend left early for work. Daytime was a safe time. Isn't that what the vampire myths claimed it to be? She stared at the old bite wounds on her neck, thigh, and breasts. How could she be so blind to what they were? Terry had her so twisted up in the fog of lust that she glossed over proof that bloodsuckers were fucking real.

She groaned and closed her eyes. Terry manipulated her trust to feed from her.

New Orleans was the popular gothic home of vampire lore in the south. Countless books, movies, TV shows and the like centered it as the breeding ground for supernatural creatures. People made stories about monsters to scare children into being obedient. Bloody Mary. The Boo Hag. Zombies. Shit, even Voodoo still gave folks around those parts the heebie-jeebies even though white people turned it into a commercial joke. They sold Voodoo donuts, Voodoo dolls, and even ran up and down the French Quarter pretending to be Voodoo Witch Doctors giving graveyard tours to visit Madame Marie Laveau.

Like her ancestors before her, Celeste knew Vodun was real. Hoodoo was real. African retentions stayed rooted in the diaspora, and New Orleans was the most African city in America, witnessing unspeakable horrors done to Black people. White people were monsters bringing them to southern American shores. Surely their monstrosity enabled wickedness to flourish on southern soil and everywhere else. Her people danced at carnival, dressed as skeletons, and masked to hide their true selves. What better city to feed in than one that openly courted secrecy, excess, and spooky vibes? If people disappeared or turned up dead, the law and society could blame it on American's natural inclination to be violent with one another…not anything supernatural.

Vampires walked among them.

She swiped the cracked screen of her smartphone, looking up old wives' tales about Terry's kind. None of them supported anything he would be averse to. He had a reflection in the mirror. Crosses didn't bother him. He shook a priest's hand and didn't freak out. Never even flinched when she wore her gold cross necklace. She fed him garlic in the shrimp she cooked. The only things that tripped her up was that he walked around in the daytime, and she never saw him with fangs. Obviously, his teeth were sharp enough to break her skin, but regular human teeth could do that.

Maybe he was a familiar.

Dracula had Renfield. Maybe Terry was The Deacon's Renfield, luring people to their doom.

Celeste rubbed her scalp and swallowed down the anger festering in her chest. She'd made a mistake trusting Terry. She let a pretty boy's face and five-star Michelin dick trick her into submission of diabolical evil. The only saving grace was Terry's absence from her life, and whatever else ran around the Easy that scared the vampires away. She heard them say Old Ones. Perhaps that's what landed on her roof, causing the bloodsuckers to flee. Whatever it was, it didn't harm her, so she had one less monster to worry about.

As long as she stayed active during the day and locked herself in for the night, the vampires couldn't touch her. Had they wanted her dead or sucked dry, they would've done it days ago when she came home from work at night. They seduced people easily. Moved fast. It wouldn't take much to kill her on a dark street. They wanted her alive for a reason: to get Terry.

She texted Mercy and told her she felt better about going home. Made up a story about getting a burglar alarm. While driving to her small neighborhood in Marigny, she kept her neck on swivel to check for suspicious activity. She spent the rest of her time sleeping. She was so tired lately. Fatigue came easy.

Come nightfall, she turned all the lights on in the house and carried a sharp meat-carving knife on her. In her bedroom, she watched the news on her laptop, feeling drowsy. She typed in the words Shelby Springs into the Google search bar and tried to figure out where Terry came from. He claimed that he lived not too far from the place where his cousin was murdered. Three other parishes surrounded Shelby Springs. Typing Terry's name in the search engine brought up pictures of other Terry Richmonds, all white and mostly old.

Going another route, Celeste typed in the name Michael Simmons with Shelby Springs, and a slew of articles filled her screen. She read about a corrupt police force and an attempted coverup. Not one article mentioned Terry's name. Stranger still, four of the officers involved in the corruption scandal had disappeared months after being charged to stand trial. The only members of the force still around happened to be a Black woman who was set to testify against her fellow officers. She quit the force and refused to comment on any of the charges with the media. Celeste wrote her name down: Officer Jessica Sims. A second officer, who had been shot by his own Police Chief, made a move across the country to work at another police force.

If Terry went to help his cousin, surely Officer Sims would have information about his address, or at least the name of the parish he came from. Celeste stared at the screen. Officer Sims' round face looked haunted by something.

Another thought occurred to her, and she grabbed her cell phone. She called her cousin Butchie, who was friends with Travis.

"Butchie, can you text me Travis's number? I need to ask him something."

"About?" Butchie drawled on the other end.

"None of your business."

Butchie sucked his teeth and twenty seconds later, Travis X's number appeared on her screen. She typed it in fast, hitting the send button.

"Who dis?"

"Is that how you answer your phone? It's me, Duchess."

"Sister Celeste? What's going on?"

"Can you tell me, or ask your brother, where Terry lives?"

"Who?"

"Terry. Terry Richmond."

"Who dat?"

"Whatchu mean who dat? Your friend you brought to the Indian practice last month…your brother Scubbie's marine buddy. The one with the green eyes."

"Scubbie was never in the marines and I didn't bring anybody to the bar with green eyes. Have you been smoking that funny herb?"

"He came with you outside when you lit up my cigarette. The pretty boy."

Travis stayed silent.

"Never mind. Sorry to bother you. I thought maybe you knew him. Goodnight."

Celeste tapped her cell phone against her thigh. Terry used Travis to get next to her. He probably induced some type of hypnotic state like those vampires tried to do at her house… Jedi mind-tricked Travis into letting him hang with them. Once he was no longer needed, the memory of Terry faded from his mind.

She shut off the laptop and curled into a ball with the knife in front of her face. Resting her fingers on the handle, she made plans to visit Shelby Springs the next time she had another two consecutive days off.

Celeste drank a red bull to perk herself up for work at the elder care facility. The new client who moved into Miss Irma's old room was a cranky white man who never seemed satisfied with his care there. He often complained that his room was cold and drafty.

"There's no draft and your room faces the garden, the sunniest and warmest part of the building," Celeste said, helping Mr. Crawley with the door so he could move with his walker better to get inside his room.

"I'm telling you people I have a draft in my room and it's too cold, even when I turn up the heat. I pay too much money for this place not to have controlled temperatures," Crawley said.

"May I suggest wearing one of your nice sweaters?" she said.

Celeste grit her teeth, listening to Crawley go off, but she assisted him and nodded her head as his list of complaints grew. She helped him sit at the desk near the window where he wanted to write letters and his autobiography. He probably complained about his life there, too.

"You feel that?" he said.

Crawley held his hand out toward the closed window where sunlight created a square of light on the teal carpet. He grabbed her hand and forced it into the light.

"See?" he said, his pale blue eyes pleading with her to pay attention.

She stood with her fingers splayed out, dust motes floating in the bright light. Where warmth should've been, there was only a cold spot. She moved her hand in different areas around the window and there was definitely an icy chill that shouldn't have been there. Glancing up at the air conditioner vent, she didn't hear it working at that moment. Only the fan whirred, giving a pleasant circulation of air.

"I feel the cold air, Mr. Crawley. I don't know what I can do about it. Is it bothering you?"

"If it stayed in that one spot it wouldn't be a problem." He leaned in conspiratorially, and she moved closer to him. "But it moves around."

"Moves around?"

Crawley's tone of voice lowered, and he genuinely looked agitated by Celeste's facial expression.

"The cold moves around in here," he said.

She glanced at the window and reached her hand into the suspect area. The sun warmed her hand up. The cold spot was gone.

"See? I told you. Now it's all warm and normal again, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

Celeste retrieved a sweater from the hook on the door and placed it on the back of Crawley's seat.

"I'll be back to take you to lunch," Celeste said.

She left the room and worked without incident until she walked down the hallway carrying a bag of collected trash and passed near Crawley's room. A large, cold spot sat in front of his door. The chill startled Celeste. The air in the building had slightly warmed up, but not enough to need the air-conditioning blasting more than it was. She walked through an icy gust and gasped at the sudden drop in temperature. Crawley's door was open. He furiously scribbled at his desk. Celeste moved back and forth between coolness and frigid air. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed someone walking toward the employee break room.

Miss Irma.

Celeste stood cemented to the floor, and Miss Irma turned a corner and glanced back at her. A male co-worker pushed a cart of meds down the hall and stared at Celeste's confused face.

"You alright, Celeste?"

"Did you see someone walk past you?"

"Just now?"

"Yes."

"Nope."

She didn't want to walk down the hall. Ignoring a dead woman should've been easy, but Celeste moved along the corridor close to the wall. When she reached the corner, she prayed no one would be there.

"Oh thank God," she sighed, seeing another empty hallway.

She left the building out of the side door to throw away the trash in the dumpster outside. A supervisor named Diane met her back inside the break room. Diane snacked on a bag of chips and a bottle of coke.

"Celeste, can you get in touch with Terry Richmond? He hasn't returned my calls to collect his grandmother's personal effects," Diane said.

"I haven't spoken to him in a long time."

"Well…his grandmother has boxes in our storage room and I'd hate to throw it out. The clothes we can donate to Goodwill, but there are photo albums and books—"

"I'll take them to him. I get off at five."

"You will? That would be great. Do you have time now to get it and put it in your car? I can help you. Mr. Richmond was told that we can hold items for thirty-days and he said he would get them before he left the city. It's been past the deadline."

Celeste followed Diane to the large storage room, and in the back were four medium-sized boxes and two bags of clothes. They took two trips to her car, and she squeezed all the boxes in the back seat and the passenger side. She dumped the contents of an over-sized box into the trunk and folded it up to reuse later at her home.

"Thank you so much. This makes me feel so much better. There are photos and all kinds of irreplaceable things in them. I'd hate to see them dumped in the garbage," Diane said.

"No problem. I'll keep them at my house and he can pick them up the next time I see him."

Diane left her alone. Celeste grabbed her smokes from the glove compartment and took an extra break. She hid herself in the garden and sat on one of the wooden benches. Seeing Miss Irma unearthed troublesome emotions. She worried that her mind was teetering on the verge of mental collapse from the stress and fear. Seeing ghosts on top of vampires was too much. Puffing and fretting, Celeste closed her eyes. Feeling dizzy, she leaned forward, hanging her head between her legs. Goosebumps pricked her skin as the temperature dropped abruptly around her. She shivered in the direct blazing sunlight.

"It's the baby making you feel sick," an elderly female voice said.

Celeste kept her eyes closed and head low, too afraid to open them or move. Reeling, she prayed silently and hoped that she wouldn't pass out.

"Don't be afraid. You know I won't hurt you…I just have to talk to you."

Celeste opened her eyes and focused her attention on the grass beneath her feet. She looked slightly to her right and noticed a pair of feet encased in pretty yellow house slippers. Moving her gaze higher, she recognized the simple pink floral dress, and the pale wrinkled hands.

"I'm scared," Celeste said.

The hand of a dead woman pulled her up, and they looked at one another eye to eye on the bench.

"Is this real? Or am I losing my mind?" Celeste asked.

Miss Irma's eyes twinkled. She looked more alive and vibrant than her last days at the assisted living facility.

"Your mind is fine, baby. Just fine."

"You're really a ghost, then?"

"That indeed. May I?"

Miss Irma pointed to Celeste's stomach. Celeste sat back.

"You want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Miss Irma rested her soft hand on Celeste's belly. The warmth she exuded seemed so real. Ghosts were supposed to be smoky and floaty. Miss Irma sat next to her like the most solid and alive person on the planet.

"Well, now…Papa didn't waste no time," Miss Irma said.

"What are you talking about?"

"You are pregnant, child. It's still early, but you are about to become a mama for my great-granddaddy."

"That can't be true."

"Getting pregnant?"

"Terry being your great-granddaddy…he's not even…he's not…"

"You know it's true. I can see in your eyes you know his secret…what he is. On this side, they tell me that you've done the impossible, so now I must tell you something important…something I was too weak to say before I died."

Miss Irma cradled Celeste's hands, which shook so badly that the ghost had to clamp them down tight between her palms.

"You have my things. Look through them so you may know Papa's story. He was human once upon a time ago. I spent my long life documenting all I could for my grandson Michael, but he's gone and can't hold the secret for our family. Papa wanted me to tell his story. But my mind started fading and I couldn't finish my work. Now you have become my family, Celeste. There are beings in the world who mean Papa harm… and your baby, too. They hide in plain sight in other places, but because Papa came back here, they might come for him."

"Other vampires?"

"Les Gargouilles…gargoyles. They will seek him out and kill him. Their kind are enemies to Papa. Enemies to that child if they find out about you carrying a vampire's baby."

"I've seen a few gargoyle statues in the Quarter that were never here before."

"Oh no, then it may be too late."

Miss Irma rose from her seat and looked off into the distance. She paced in front of Celeste.

"They're not active in the daytime, so you're safe, even when they hunt at night. I've tracked many during my lifetime taking pictures of them all over the world. They protect humans and won't harm you because you're a child of God. The baby will be safe until it's born and out of your body…oh no…oh no…"

Miss Irma looked at her hands. They began to disintegrate, starting at her fingertips.

"Celeste! He loves you…he—"

Miss Irma's body broke apart and floated away like the graying ash of a dying fire.

Too stunned to move, Celeste sat on the bench for the rest of her shift. She wandered away only when the sun went down. Climbing into her car, she thought of what to do with the information given to her. After an hour of sitting in her driver's seat, she drove herself to the drugstore and bought an early detection pregnancy kit.

At home, she tested herself twice.

She was positive both times.

Chapter 11 HERE.

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[tokidokitokyo]

My Favourite Japanese Children's Shows

My son is 3 and I have watched a lot of Japanese children's shows with him (screen time is family time!). Here are some of my faves and why. These shows are all from NHK E-TV. Would I recommend to use these for personal study? I am using them to help teach my son Japanese, and for this it works doubly well as I learn how children's society operates in Japan and how Japanese people learn Japanese as well as social etiquette. If you don't have a child, you might get bored easily from these as they are not designed with an adult audience in mind, and you can find much better resources online. You also need a subscription to NHK somehow to watch them, which could be difficult or costly to obtain overseas. However, I like the stories and the characters, as well as the little things I learn from watching them. If you are thinking of teaching your child Japanese this might be a useful resource.

いないいないばあっ！ Inai inai baa! (Peek-a-boo!) This show is designed for very young children and features the beloved dog Wan Wan, played by the same actor since it first started airing in 1996. Wan Wan is accompanied by a young girl, played by various actresses in a succession over the year, and other fun characters. There is singing and make-believe and crafts, as well as short segments featuring nature (animals, plants) or short animations. It's very slow as it is made for infants and toddlers, but that makes it very cute. A group of specially selected young toddlers appears for the dances and songs. Why I Like It: The animation is fun and visually appealing, the activities are play based and you can do them at home, and you learn some new vocabulary. Age: Infants to young Toddlers Clip: DVD Advertisement

おかあさんといっしょ Okaasan to issho (With Mother) This show is designed to be watched with mom (it comes on in the mornings and evenings on NHK E-TV). There are a male and female singing talent, and a male and female athletic talent, who participate in singing and acting clips. There are also a group of costumed characters that have a short story that is continued each week. It has a variety of songs, short skits, a collection of human and costumed actors, and a predictable flow that changes slightly based on the day of the week (e.g. teeth brushing days, story days, etc.). It also shows real kids doing real activities, which kids like to watch. Why I Like It: The songs are easy and catchy, the stories are easy to follow and the words are spoken clearly and precisely. Age: Infants to Toddlers/Preschoolers Clip: DVD Advertisement

アンパンマン Anpanman (Anpanman) This cartoon is a long running cartoon for children (since 1988!) with an incredible line of every toy imaginable to supplement your love for the red-bean bun man (anpan = red bean bun pastry). The story lines are simple and predictable, there are a variety of "fairy" characters that are composed of different Japanese food items, plants, utensils, and animals; and in the end the villains are just really hungry. Anpanman works to help people who are in trouble or hungry (sometimes even the villains), or being bullied by the hungry villains and the story always ends well. Why I Like It: The plot is easy to follow and you can learn about Japanese food and drink specialties via the endless supply of characters, and the songs are catchy. Age: Infants to Toddlers/Preschoolers Clip: Ending TV Theme Song

ピタゴラスイッチ Pitagora Suicchi (Pythagora Switch) Pythagora Switch is a 15-minute long show involving devices (Pythagora Switch) that are equivalent to the American Rube Goldberg machine and the British Heath Robinson contraption - basically, a sequence of events made from household objects that end with (usually) the words ピタゴラスイッチ being revealed. The idea is to encourage children to augment their way of thinking and to solve or understand what the machine will do before they see the movements happen. There are also other segments in which mechanisms are explained and shown visually. And usually there is rock-paper-scissors via a Pythagora Switch where you work out what the device will throw and try to beat it! The language in this show is more complicated because it is geared to a wider, older audience. Why I Like It: It helps me to think and enthralls my son with the moving parts. It's puzzle solving and sparks interest in the way the world works. Age: Toddlers to Elementary School Students Clip: 4 3 2 1 2 1 そうち

[pianokantzart]

The Super Mario Bros. Redux (Pt. 8)

What would happen if, in The Super Mario Bros. Movie, after Mario and Luigi are separated, Mario was the one who ended up in the clutches of Luigi’s eventual arch nemesis, while Luigi teamed up with some of his own close allies to go rescue him?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 ________

Following the map on his Dual Scream and going deeper into the mountain, Luigi stops when he encounters a giant metal facade shaped like E. Gadd's face, whose mouth forms a shut door that blocks his path.

"H_ld on," the static-muffled voice of E. Gadd assures over the DS, "I'll g_t th_ do_rs open."

Sure enough, the metal mouth opens up, but as Luigi walks down a long, dim hallway, he grows nervous about the worsening signal between him and the professor, and he begins slapping the side of his device to try and fix it.

"Easy th__re son_y. Just k__p f_llowing the map. The s_gn_al sho_ld clear up right ab_out.... now" E. Gadd's crackling voice assures. On cue, the professor's voice and picture becomes crystal clear as Luigi emerges from the illuminated tunnels into a large laboratory.

"Normally, signals can't travel that far underground," the professor explains. "Luckily, I built a frequency booster into my lab. If I hadn't, all communication and teleportation in and out of Thwomp Mountain would be impossible."

"Teleportation?" Luigi asks while prodding at the large satellite dish in the corner– what he assumes to be the frequency booster.

E. Gadd chuckles. "See that large green monitor on the east end of my lab?" Luigi's attention shifts enormous glowing green tv screen on the opposite end of the room. He approaches it as the professor continues: "That's the Pixelator, Kiddo! And that's exactly what we're gong to use to get you into King Boo's mansion.

"How do I use it?" Luigi asks, looking around in awe of all the technology around him. E. Gadd replies: "Just stand in front of the monitor. I'll use my Dual Scream's remote access to set its destination. Give me one second."

While Luigi is waiting for Professor E. Gadd to activate the Pixelator, he notices the atmosphere in the room begin to change; the lights dim, and the air grows cold to the point that Luigi can see his breath.

"Professor, I'm not one to tell you how to use your own technology, but I think you accidentally turned off the lights... or the thermostat?" The professor responds to this comment with a long moment of thoughtful, anxious silence.

"Luigi, did anyone follow you into my lab?" E. Gadd eventually asks. This question intensifies Luigi's growing fear. He pulls out the Poltergust flashlight and looks around the darkened lab while saying that he didn't see anyone following him, to which E. Gadd shakes his head. "Just because you didn't see anyone, doesn't mean you weren't followed!"

Suddenly, glowing etherial bars block off the doors and the exits. Three greenies, a hider, and a slammer materialize and start wreaking havoc, frightening Luigi to the point that he runs off to take cover behind a lab desk.

Pulling out his Dual Scream, Luigi tries to ask E. Gadd what to do, as he has never seen these types of ghosts before, but to his dismay the professor's voice and image have been replaced with an alert that reads "signal lost."

Luigi peeks out from his hiding place, and sees the greenies are egging on the slammer as he tears large chunks out of the frequency booster.

Luigi, yelling for the ghosts to stop, leaps into action with Poltergust in hand. A fight breaks out, and while Luigi gets knocked around at first as he struggles to figure out his attackers, he eventually makes effective use of the strobulb and gets the upper hand.

Soon, the atmosphere of the room returns to normal and the bars disappear from the doors, but this brings little relief to Luigi. With the frequency booster broken he has no ability to contact E. Gadd., and E. Gadd has no control of his lab. Even the large metal door out of the lab refuses to budge, leaving Luigi trapped in the heart of the mountain.

Luigi sits down amidst the wreckage, struggling to hold it together. Bruised and exhausted, he takes off his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow, when who should appear but Polterpup who... seeing the hat up for grabs... snatches it away and runs off.

Luigi impatiently chases the dog around the lab until he trips over an overturned cabinet full of journals and schematics, scattering papers everywhere.

After finally retrieving his hat, Luigi begins to pick up some of the scattered documents, when he stumbles upon a file for the frequency booster, filled with blueprints and schematics.

Luigi thumbs through the file curiously. He looks at his useless Dual Scream, then at a box of tools in the corner. He takes a deep breath, and gathers up the broken pieces of the machine to see what he can do to repair the damage.

A montage ensues of him slowly and carefully fixing the frequency booster. With polterpup overlooking his progress in mindless, playful curiosity, Luigi manages to get the machine running after after a few tries.

Opening his Dual Scream back up, Luigi is pleased to see the "signal lost" alert has disappeared, but as he tries to call the professor he is surprised when Princess Daisy answers the DS in his stead.

"Hey! The Green Wonder lives!!!" the princess laughs, "What happened, man!? E. Gadd said he lost contact!" "Ghosts." Luigi said with a meek shrug, "they damaged the machine that lets signals leave the mountain, but I got it fixed."

"Brains and brawn? You're just the whole package, aren't ya!" Luigi smiles shyly at the complement, but before he can thank her he is interrupted by a heavy thud and the sound of commotion on Daisy's end of the line.

"Are you okay?" Luigi asks. "Oh yeah! We just entered Evershade Valley airspace and there's this stupid purple mist that makes it impossible to see." Daisy explains, "Luckily, The Professor has pinpointed the main locations of The Darkmoon fragments, so that should make navigation a little easier. Oh! Speak of the devil-"

E. Gadd suddenly arrives, and interrupts by pulling the Dual Scream from Daisy's hands. Luigi overhears a brief scuffle between the princess and the professor, but E. Gadd eventually wins out on the argument that Daisy needs to focus on the controls before she drives the entire ship into the side of Snowcap Mountains.

"Luigi!" E. Gadd says once he has hold of the Dual Scream. "You had me worried!" "Sorry. I–" "It's okay Sonny, what matters is I've regained a signal connection with my mountain lab! I assume you made quick work of those ghosts?" "Y-Yeah! I–" Luigi tries to explain, but the professor impatiently waves him off. "Well, we've lost too much time as it is. Get back to the Pixelator so I can get you out of there!"

Luigi goes to the Pixelator, and though he remains mesmerized by the machinery he grows a little nervous upon reconsidering the idea of being teleported. "You' sure this is safe?" he asks.

"Well, none of the mice I tested it on had any complaints!" E. Gadd. says, "however, you might want to hold as still as possible, just in case." Before Luigi can reply, the machine activates. With a terrified yelp Luigi flies apart into pixels and is sent hurtling through the vortex of a shining green TV screen.

[the-doomed-witch]

hey boo, can u make 1800's reader and married nat having secret affair but reader convinces nat to run away with her somewhere else where they can live and love peacefully, inspired by ivy and the lakes

MAGNIFICENTLY CURSED

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You question your need for running away with the woman you love passionately, but her dreamy desires do it for you anyway. // based on ivy by Taylor Swift; the lakes by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS+MEN DNI. set in the 1800s, infidelity, homophobia + closeting, allusions to smut not really described, nat is like a whole ass poet bro i will cry 😭

SEND ME REQUESTS BASED ON TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

Author’s Note: hi anon, i hope this justifies your request <3 obviously this is emisue-dead poets society-anne with an e-elizabeth bennet coded bc i’m a raging lesbian with an obsession with the 1800s for no reason at all🤭

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION

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Stealing glances with Natasha was the glory of her. She was a distinguished woman, known to be married to one of the most revered men in town. The ladies at the lunch discussed stories of her well established marriage, but no one knew the truth except you, and Natasha.

Sometimes you would go to meet her, with the excuse of needing to talk with her clinquishly. Her husband was a fine fellow, a gentleman who’d welcome you to their warm domicile, and let you take your time alone with his wife.

On the days when your blood boiled with envy of his nauseating smile, you’d meet her in forbidden places, near rivers of estrangement, and away from the common folk.

She held no love for him, you weren’t oblivious like the neighbourhood women. What made you bitter was the way he was associated with her throughout the town. He was the one credited with your efforts of making her the happiest woman around.

Oh how you longed for Natasha to be known as your lady.

But it’s worth struggling for, when she touches your lips, when she kisses them, and when her hands entangle with yours. “My most beloved,” she addresses you every time before she dares to break the space between the two of you. You respond, “Yes, my lady.” before leaning in.

It’s been years of meeting Natasha in darkness and in delight, touching her as if speaking of poetry. Your hands find their place in the heat beneath her gown, leaving her to the euphoria of gushing. She does the same for you in return, sometimes sitting on her knees to have a peek of what her fingers feel.

You have a rendezvous in the privacy of her own house, while he’s patiently sitting on the porch, doing something like pretending to read a newspaper. She sighs loudly against your kiss, it’s almost romantical.

He knocks on the shut door, asking if everything was alright. You break your contact with her abruptly, and answer him with a loud, stern voice, “Yes, Natasha is trying a new corset I brought along with me. Nothing to worry about.” He walks away with not a single penny of care, unbeknownst to everything you could do only if his wife had her corset taken off.

“I sense something bizarre about you today, my love.” she remarks, pushing your back against the stone cold wall, opposite to which is sat the notorious husband. To think the two of you could be vulnerable within inches was a terrifying thought. “I don’t think standing here is a good idea..”

“What would he even do if he finds us out? He can burn this house all he wants, at least my death greets me with you in my arms.”

“Natasha…”

“Tell me what is troubling you, my Y/N. What is so tragical that I can’t take it away from you?”

Her poetic mouth never failed to leave you enraptured. “W- well, all I've thought of since the past nights is running away. I mean to take you along, but I’m troubled by all the presumed consequences.”

“You meaning to take me along is singularly the greatest thing I’ve heard. To be with my muse, in a place where all the poets went to die, is a privilege I'm blessed to have.”

“I don’t belong, and Natasha, neither do you, you understand it, and I know it. But going out into the wild, with no shelter to take? I’m worried to death.”

“Again, my beloved, at least death greets us with you in my arms. I don’t fear it.”

You entwine your finger in her fierce red hair, and pull her face close to yours till you can hear her breathe and feel her heart pound against your chest and tell her, “Your musings, God, they make me want to be with you all the time, alone. Your poetry is the sole reason I live, dearest.”

“You’re the sole reason my poetry lives. You’re my muse, Y/N.”

You push her against her vanity, with an attempt to taste her delicacy, this time not confining her sounds to your secrecy. You lift up your leg, to give Natasha a place for grinding slowly. The skirt of her apron is lifted, along with her pale yellow dress.

The door smashes open, with her husband walking in, “You’ve been alone for far too- What is going on here?!”

Natasha speaks in a fake pleading voice, “Sir, let me explain to you.” before she gives you a long kiss, and grabs your hand. She squeezes your palm, hinting you to follow her along.

His chin falls agape, the green nerves of around his wrist pop out, irefully.

“What monstrosity is this, Natasha? I thought you were a pristine lady, but evidently you’re a disgustful woman! You should be- Get away from her Y/N!” He comes forward to push you away, but she doesn’t let him finish, and runs out of the house with you.

You hold up your dress to make yourself a room to run with her through the fields. After fleeing for a while, you notice he has missed the trail. So she tugs your arm again, making you run till you reach the illustrious lake, till you’re out of breath.

She laughs as you hold her in an embrace, and screams towards the deserted forests and mountains on the other side of the lake, “I can feel the freedom in me. I can feel it in my blood!” Her voice echoes back at you.

You join her laughter, eyes filled with tears, and cry out, “I am in love with Natasha! I am a woman, and I wholeheartedly love another.” She pecks your lips repeatedly, till you can’t stop laughing and hold her blushing red cheeks away from yours, “We’ll find ourselves a home, we’ll find us a way to live. I promise you.”

You lace her gentle hands with yours. They’re cold with the breeze and the disquietude. You grasp her untamed heart, and she cleaves on to your pain.

[notasapleasure]

Come on a walk with me

It was a gorgeous morning so I took some pictures to send to @stripedroseandsketchpads , then I got carried away and thought maybe you all would like to come for an autumn walk with me and my beloved fools?

Introducing the fools: Shay (r, red harness) and Bart (l, off-lead because he's a good boy)

You can hear a bunch of birds, but it was the buzzard at the beginning I was trying to catch

Anyway! It was the kind of morning where the light was spectacular on the autumn colours, mild but not mild enough for midges, the leaves were trickling down like we were in the last era of fading Lothlorien, and the shapes and forms and textures were all beautiful.

Huge sweet chestnut leaves and larch needles in lime green; the wild geraniums growing up through the leaves.

Trees are so good you guys. Look at the forms and the colours! There's a wee river just down to the side of the path.

Look at that line of sycamores (I think!) like sentinels on the other side of the river. Hi friends!

Let's pause for a drink and a sniff.

Fallen trees and overhanging branches and light catching the canopy down the glen :)))

You could almost convince yourself there were elves there somewhere, right?

She doesn't shave why should you?

We had some high winds recently and the tops of the larches seem to have been battered worst, so there are bits of larch in all kinds of improbable places. Also good ferns! But greyhounds don't care about this, hurry up mum, I'll pull you up the hill!

Y E L L O W!! Also some really platonic examples of holly trees here.

A wee stream going under the path.

Higher up where more sun gets through the wild geraniums are still flowering! The ivy's taken its toll on things too, but it'll make so many little guys and critters happy over winter with its berries. Also a peek-a-boo gap in the hedge.

Loooooook! at the itty bitty baby ferns!!!

majestic. can't get enough of this shit.

However, tumblr tells me that's Too Many Pictures.

So if you're enjoying this walk with me, come back for part 2!

[todoroki-waifu]

Mitsuya x Reader

Warning: Female reader and cursing.

Scenario: Based on the manga chapter 198.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 901

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Just as promised from 12 years ago, everyone met at the Musashi shrine on June 19th to open the time capsules. You couldn't remember exactly what you wrote, but you were excited to see what your past self had to say. After greeting everyone and grabbing your boxes, the old Toman gang began to read their letters out loud.

It felt nostalgic listening to each other's dreams, bringing you back to your younger days. Who would've thought that up to now, all of you remained good friends. There was one person that you did wish you weren't just friends with though.

"Then how about you, Taka-chan!?"

Even hearing his name sent your heart into an irregular beat. You honestly felt like you were back in high school almost every time you were around Mitsuya. If you could write back to your younger self, it would be to encourage yourself to confess to your long time crush. Or at least tell someone trustworthy so they could find out for you.

Because years later, you're still wondering what would have happened if you just told Mitsuya your feelings.

"So, who's next?" asks Mitsuya, his voice refocusing you on the present.

"I'll go." You volunteered, eager to read your letter.

"Dear __(y/n). Hope things are good over there in the future! Any cool new stuff that came out? How about school? Did you make it and end up with the career you wanted? I hope so! Because I'm busting my ass over here. I hope you're still friends with everyone and that we're all still having fun. Also, did you ever end up with-" You stopped yourself before proceeding any further. "Oop, gonna skip that part."

Your audience groans out protests, some encouraging you to read your letter in its entirety. You argue back and stay firm with your decision. "No way! It's super private and kinda embarrassing!" You continue on, making sure to avoid any questions that involve you dating Mitsuya. Gosh, what the hell was your 15 year old self thinking?!

"Boo! You definitely left some parts out." Hakkai points his thumb down.

"Just leave it Hakkai. Let's respect her privacy." Mitsuya saves you from any more teasing. You thank the seamster then give the floor to someone else.

"Holy shit! I didn't know you liked Mitsuya!" You turn your head instantly to the voice behind you.

"Well you and everyone else knows now, you big mouth!" You could feel your face become warmer at the sound of some snickering and others suddenly questioning you. You avoided looking in Mitsuya's direction, afraid to see his reaction.

"My bad! I just happened to take a peek and didn't think about it!" Takemichi hides behind his hands while Draken calms the crowd so they could finish opening the remaining time capsules.

Once everyone had their turn, no one mentioned your crush on Mitsuya and started heading to the designated restaurant for dinner. You stayed behind a bit more, looking up at the tree where you buried your letters.

"Crazy how it doesn't feel that long." You jump at Mitsuya's approaching voice.

"Ye-yeah, guess it's because we still see each other pretty frequently." It was so hard to look at him, but you felt like you owed him an apology. "I'm sorry for what Takemichi said. I'm sure it was embarrassing for you and-"

"Embarrassing? Why do you say that?"

"Because of what I wrote? Don't you feel...weirded out?"

"Of course not. If anything, I wanna kick my younger self in the ass for not asking you out then."

"No way! You liked me back?" Your pulse quickens at the thought of you and your high school crush dating. You then feel your heart sink with sadness, reminding yourself that you're in the present and whatever silly feelings he had for you was probably gone. "But, I guess it's too late, huh?"

"Is it?" Mitsuya turns to face you, lilac meeting __(e/c). "I still like you and if your feelings for me haven’t changed, who’s to say that we can’t start now? Might be bold of me to assume that you still like me, but I've made a promise to not live with regrets."

"I would...really like that." Your face heats up, voice soft with your eyes avoiding his gaze. Mitsuya chuckles at your shy form, but he, too, is also feeling his stomach doing cartwheels.

"There is also another thing that I wish I had done before."

"What's that?" You asked then felt your face being cradled by his hands. You see him draw his face close to yours, sending your heart racing. It pumps faster the closer he gets, your breath stuck in your lungs.

"Oh fuck!" Mitsuya freezes when he's only centimeters away from your lips then gently releases your face. You both see Takemichi trying to quiet Hakkai as the tall male's jaw continues to drop.

"So-sorr-sorry! We just wanted to make sure you guys were coming, but we'll meet you at the restaurant!" Takemichi immediately turns Mitsuya's right hand man towards their respective vehicles.

"Guess we'll just have to wait until our first date." You laugh lightly, the heat slowly leaving your cheeks.

"Who says we can't get a preview?" Mitsuya leans towards you again, gingerly touching his lips with yours.

He probably shouldn't have done that because, now, he can't quell his desire for more.

[geniousbh]

tava no tiktok e me deparei com esse video aqui. e o bebê é simplesmente a cara do francisco??? meu útero se retorceu todinho, pensando num fran que se torna papai ou que fica pajeando o sobrinho (que acabou sendo mais parecido com ele do que com a própria irmã), e se vocês fossem namoradinhos, ele te deixaria de propósito com o neném - mesmo contigo avisando que não tem muito jeito e tal, que as crianças não tem costume de ir muito com a sua cara - e ai ele espia de longe enquanto você tenta brincar com o pinguinho de gente, fazendo peek a boo e apertando as bochechinhas macias. de noitinha, depois que o sobrinho já foi com a mãe ele se aproveita pra se aproximar de ti, que ta na cozinha fazendo algo pra comerem, e fala no teu ouvidinho "você fica tão lindinha cuidando de bebê, gordis... acho que quero um", envolvendo sua cintura e se roçando na sua bunda, "o quê 'cê acha hm? se você não quiser a gente pode só brincar de fazer mesmo...". e ai ele vai te mordiscando o lóbulo, adentrando seus shorts, pressionando teu baixo ventre até que vc desista de continuar cozinhando e se vire pra ele dengosinha.

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Killer in NYC

Tara Carpenter X Reader

Intro

Tara POV

I stood in line looking up at the menu as if I wasn't going to order the same items I have a million times before.

"I'll have..."

"An iced matcha latte with oat milk." I looked into (y/e/c) behind thick glasses. A mischievous grin painted on my favorite baristas face.

"Good morning Y/n." I grinned blushing slightly.

"Hey Tara, we feeling sweet or savory today?" I tapped my chin looking up.

"I think I'm feeling savory today."

"Breakfast wrap it is. How are your classes going?" I rambled on about the past midterms and upcoming finals while she prepared my breakfast. I had met y/n over a month ago when I'd wandered in the coffee shop half asleep. Since then we'd make small talk and I will admit she was easy on the eyes. Her curly hair always up in a ponytail showing off her undercut. Tattoos peeking from just under the sleeves of her polo. While some found her intimidating I thought of her as a giant teddy bear. She always wore a smile and was polite to even the rudest of customers.

"Here you go." I smiled unwrapping my breakfast first and taking a giant bite.

"Mmm." I moaned making her smile grow wider. As she opened her mouth to say something the door chimed and soon a familiar voice followed.

"Tara!" I turned to find Mindy and Chad coming in and waving enthusiastically. I smiled waving back turning to thank Y/n again only to find her working with the next customer.

"What's up shorty?" Chad said picking me up in a hug as Mindy sat at the nearest table.

"Did you get notes for our next lab?" I nodded pulling out my notebook and sliding them over.

"Mindy do you actually do any work yourself?" She shrugged stealing to drink some of my latte before she began writing.

"I could but there'd be no point since you already have it done." She grinned cheekily as I rolled my eyes stealing another glance at the barista, who was already looking in my direction.

"Hey guys." I snapped my eyes over to my sister who'd pulled the seat next me. Her apron covered in flour as she wiped her hands.

"Sorry I'm a bit of a mess." We talked and caught up as if we hadn't just seen each other at home.

As we headed to the subway I waved goodbye to Y/n as everyone shuffled out she jumped over the counter stopping me before I could go.

"Hey Tara real quick I-"

"Tara!" Sam was waving at me frantically to hurry up. I held up a finger turning back to the slightly taller girl. She rubbed her the back of her neck tan cheeks slightly red.

"You know what? You go catch up I can just talk to you tomorrow yeah?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"TARA LETS GO!" I looked over to my sister exasperated.

"Yeah no worries." She have a strained smile. "There's always tomorrow right?"

I nodded biting my lip. "Yeah I'll see you tomorrow."

She turned to go back to work as I ran out to meet with the rest of the group sprinting to the subway.

"You couldn't wait ten seconds?" Mindy looked over at me.

"Oop Tara was Sam cockblocking? You got a new boo?" I blushed lightly shaking my head as Chad piped in.

"Tara's got a new man?!" I glanced to the side before looking up to see Mindy frozen.

I followed her line of sight and gasped. Seeing the same mask from my nightmares.

"Sam." I said shakily.

Her head turned to follow my gaze as we looked around the subway. I grabbed my inhaler before putting it to my lips taking a deep breath.

The lights flickered on and off and before I knew it I saw Ghostface standing in front of Mindy hand over her mouth and knife ebbed deep into her stomach.

Looking around for help everyone ignored us as Ghostface began to step towards me.

I kept looking around hoping to catch someone’s eye, everyone still oblivious to the murder that had just taken place.

As I went to scream the killer covered my mouth with a gloved hand, the other pulled back ready to slice into my abdomen.

I shot up to the sound of my iPhone alarm gasping and holding my chest.

I looked to the side to see Sam still sleeping soundly in her bed.

I started getting ready for the day knowing sleep would be inevitable. For the past week I had been feeling more anxious then usual and the nightmares were slowly starting to come back. It was 5 am so I began trudging my way to the coffee shop knowing they'd be opening now. It was only a block away from our apartment and not too far from campus and the subway.

"Goodmorning Ta- hey are you ok?" I looked into comforting brown eyes feeling myself smile a bit.

"Yeah just had some trouble sleeping." Y/n tilted her head to the side glancing at her watch and looking around.

"Feel free to say no but there's a couch in the employee lounge in the back, you can nap there. I'll wake you when it's time to go and have your usual ready yeah?" I looked to the slightly taller girl with wide eyes.

"You won't get in trouble?" She shrugged smirking.

"Meh probably but you're worth it." She winked before leading me over and opening the door to the employee lounge. "Now try to nap I know your usual schedule so I'll just wake you up when it's time to go." I nodded already getting comfortable on the couch.

It felt like seconds before the door slammed open.

"Oh my bad I didn't know anyone was back here." I looked up to see a cute guy standing in the doorway. I glanced down to his name tag Evan. I yawned stretching looking at my watch.

"It's fine I should probably start getting up anyway, y/n said it was cool I slept back here." Evan laughed a bit.

"For a pretty girl sure, I won't tell on either of you as long as I can get your number?" I felt my eyebrows shoot up as my cheeks started to feel warm.

"You don't waste time huh?" He chuckled running a hand through his hair shrugging.

"Hey Evan-" y/n popped in. "Damn sorry Tara I was fixing your order when I saw he came back here." She glanced at Evan who was still looking at me.

"So yes to the number?" He grinned blue eyes sparkling. Y/N's smile dropped slightly as she placed my things on the coffee table in front of me. I looked up to see her staring curiously.

"Sure." She grabbed the chain around her neck twisting the dog tag.

"We'll I better get back to work then. Tara it's about 6:30 so you should probably start heading out." She left abruptly as Evan and I watched before turning back to each other.

I put my number in grabbing my stuff and heading back to the counter.

"Hey y/n how much do I owe you?" She glanced up briefly before putting her focus on the current order she was working on.

"It's on the house, you gotta start heading out if you're gonna catch the subway." I smiled grateful.

"Thanks I owe you." She nodded giving the next customer their drink. I narrowed my eyes seeing she wasn't her usual cheery self.

"Hey are you ok?" She nodded forcing a smile.

"I'm fine, I'll see you later." Another customer came up cutting me off.

I walked to the door as a voice shouted.

"I'll call you later Tara!" I waved to Evan before heading to the subway.

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"This week we'll be going over the mind of a serial killer."

I slid in my seat next to Sasha. Her blonde hair almost whipping me in the face as she turned to greet me.

"You're late girly." Carly peering around her snickering.

"For real even I showed up on time today."

I rolled my eyes getting my notebook out as my phone vibrated.

Unknown Number

Hey Tara it's Evan how does a movie and dinner on Thursday sound?

The girls saw the text and stared at me with eyebrows raised.

"Ooooo Tara was late getting her flirt on."

Professor Freddie cleared his throat looking to us.

"Are you girls finished?" I blushed heavily nodding as the other two tried to look innocent holding back laughter.

"Yes sir we're sorry."

As class went on I focused on finishing my notes as my friends continued to tease and whisper next to me.

Once we exited class the girls began to hound me as we walked to the courtyard meeting up with Mindy, Chad, and Kirby.

The girls were still going on about Evan when Chad turned to me.

"Tara's got a new man's?" He grinned cheekily making Mindy look at him in disgust.

"Do you even hear yourself?" Before she turned to me smirking. "But do tell." She wiggled her eyebrows making all of us laugh.

I shook my head. "I literally just got his number it's not a big deal."

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6 months later

The small bell rang throughout the shop as I walked in seeing my boyfriend and his coworker making coffee. I walked to the counter catching Evan's attention.

"Hey babe, what can I get you?" I rolled my eyes...men really are clueless. No matter how many times I ordered he never remembered what I got.

"I'll have a-"

"Iced matcha latte with oat milk and a vegan breakfast wrap." Y/n placed the items in front of me turning to Evan as she began pulling off her apron. "You can ring her up I'm going on break."

She went to clock out and dropped another bag in front of me before heading to the back, "and two cake pops in case you have a sweet tooth later."

I smiled thanking her, as she nodded giving me a small smile.

"Hey since you're going on break would you want to hang for a bit? I feel like we haven't talked in a while." It was true for the last few months I'd seen less of the barista. She'd usually be going on break or just disappear whenever I came in. I kind of missed the goofy grins and cheesy jokes.

She shook her head. "Gonna head out for lunch today, but thanks for the offer."

The door bell rang again and I looked to see my friends and sister waving to me heading to our usual booth. I turned back to see Y/n had already gone to the employee lounge. I sighed grabbing the bags and sitting down.

"I'm hoping some of that is for us." I rolled my eyes at Mindy passing her a cake pop. Evan coming to sit with us as another coworker of theirs covered the counter.

"What's up guys?"

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3rd Person POV

Across town Carly was entering her apartment as her phone rang. Without checking she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey uh is this Carly?"

"Who's asking?"

"Brian from Film Theory."

"Brian from Film Theory? I don't know any Brian from Film Theory." The red head rolled her eyes placing her keys in her purse.

"You sure? We had that group project last month. Remember?"

"Not really."

"We went over our favorite scary movies. I called to see what yours was."

The girl sighed. "Look if this is a desperate attempt to ask me out, I gotta tell ya it's not going well."

The voice on the phone chuckled. "We'll shit look-"

The girl hung up before the voice could finish. She began walking further down the hall heels clicking as she did. Her phone rang once more.

"Hey look I-" she hung up again continuing her journey.

Her phone rang once more. "Look man I-"

"NO YOU LOOK BITCH YOU DON'T GET TO HANG UP ON ME! IF YOU DO ILL SLICE YOUR BESTIES FUCKING FACE OFF YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Carly paused scared. "Fuck you this isn't funny."

Her phone chimed a video of all her friends sitting at the coffee shop.

"Now we're gonna play a little game. If you answer three questions right they live, get them wrong and they die. Understand?"

The girl began sniffling nodding before she answered. "Yes."

"Good question 1-what's the real name of "Chucky" in "Child's Play"?"

The girl paused closing her eyes.

"5" her breathing sped up. As she began typing on her phone.

"4" God why was Google taking so long to load?!

"3" FINALLY!

"CHARLES LEE!" The voice paused.

"Correct. See? It's not so bad. Keep this up and your friends may see tomorrow."

"Question 2-what's the name of the camp where Jason Vorhees drowns in the Friday the 13th series?"

"I know this! Camp Crystal Lake!"

"That is....correct. Looks like you do like scary movies."

"Final Question-how many people did Jason kill in the first Halloween film?"

"5"

The girl types frantically: How many people died in Friday the 13th?

"4"

How many people has Jason killed since Friday the 13th....NO

She continues scrolling.

"3"

She clicks the list of kills in the original film.

"2"

"1"

"10!"

"Wrong." He whispers the girl gasps.

"No that has to be right!" I have the list of deaths right in front of me.

"Wrong, Jason Vorhees didn't kill anyone in the first film it was all his mothers doing before she was decapitated."

The girl stands still in shock getting ready to dial 9-1-1.

"Time to die."

"No!" She goes to run when her hair is pulled back a figure appearing right behind her slicing her neck from ear to ear. Her body dropped to the floor as the taller figure stepped over her getting close and taking a selfie with the lifeless body.

Using her phone he sends a text to the pinned group chat.

Surprise Sam! ;)

[charmandabear]

Out of the (Coat) Closet

Summary

Wyll's coronation is boring, so Astarion and Rosalind look for somewhere more interesting.

Pairing: Astarion/nb!Tav

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags/Warnings: PwP, post-game, drunk sex, chubby Tav, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, body worship, blood drinking, named Tav

I owe my life to @zipzoomzaria for the incredible screenshot in the banner. Go follow her yesterday. I really wanted more fics with explicitly chubby Tavs! Hence this was born. I also don't see a ton of nb!Tavs, so two birds and all that.

Part 1 | Part 2 ~ Read on AO3

Rosalind shifted in their chair uncomfortably. This was maybe the third? fourth? stuffy speech of the evening. They were happy to support Wyll in his coronation as grand duke, but anyone would have a limit to how many old politicians they can listen to drone on in an evening. The ceremony itself was blessedly short and so Rosalind thought that they all could unwind and properly celebrate at the dinner afterward. But not only was Wyll not able to sit with them, dinner apparently wasn’t being served until after the speeches. Which means Rosalind was on maybe their third or fourth glass of champagne (they started timing it with the speeches halfway through the second) and had barely a bite to eat.

Rosalind glanced around at their companions, studying the rest of their reactions. Karlach and Gale were both absolutely rapt, though almost certainly for different reasons. Karlach’s eyes swam with pride for Wyll, occasionally dabbing them with a dainty white handkerchief before tucking it back into the plunging neckline of her stunning black dress. Gale, on the other hand, was hanging onto every word of the man older than Withers currently giving a speech. Trying to extract any knowledge he somehow didn’t already have from this living fossil.

Rosalind’s eyes slipped to Lae’zel and Shadowheart, sharing a quiet moment of intimacy. Shadowheart was tracing something onto her partner’s palm, and Lae’zel was watching along with eyes as wide as saucers. Rosalind loved seeing Lae’zel drop her guard like this, and Shadowheart always brought out the best in her. Shadowheart’s silver locks were styled in a chunky braid resting on her shoulder, little rings and jewels making it sparkle in the low light. Her satiny steel blue dress hung off her figure beautifully, and it contrasted with Lae’zel’s purple and burgundy dress that nearly resembled armor. A swirling silver neckline adorned with a scarlet stone came up high on Lae’zel’s neck and spilled out across her shoulders, making the shimmery violet fabric hanging from it seem delicate in comparison.

Lae’zel and Shadowheart pressed their foreheads together, and it was clear to Rosalind that they were in their own little realm.

Jaheira and Halsin were surreptitiously passing notes to one another while trying to maintain the respectable facade that they were paying attention. Rosalind knew by the way their faces were contorting that they were each trying to make the other break. They couldn’t tell which of the two druids was closer to winning, as the silk leaves adorning both of their formalwear were shaking with their suppressed laughter. Minsc, on the other hand, stared out into space, not a single thought going through that man’s head. Rosalind briefly wondered if he had learned to communicate with Boo telepathically, because they briefly heard small squeaks coming from beneath his fine leather tunic.

And then there was Astarion. Gods, Rosalind could hardly stand the sight of him, he looked so good. His midnight black tunic made of velvet and silk with gold embroidery down the front hugged his lithe chest perfectly. The high collar came up just enough for his scar to peek over the top, a scar which Rosalind had pressed many beautiful, desperate, sad kisses to. The site of his first trauma, they wanted to reclaim it for their own and turn it into a source of love and lust rather than angst and terror. He was unconsciously twirling a steak knife in his fingers and Rosalind just stared at the blade deftly moving across his knuckles. Their throat went dry as they remembered the last time they were this focused on his fingers, and Astarion’s eyes snapped up to meet with theirs. Can he read their thoughts? No, Rosalind mused, more likely their pulse quickened at the memory and he could hear the change in heartbeat. They hated that they telegraphed their lust that loudly for him. Astarion smirked mischievously.

He dropped the knife and moved his hand into his lap before sneakily reaching under the table to touch Rosalind’s leg through the thigh-high slit in their emerald green velvet dress. His touch was cold and sent a shiver up their spine. He slid his hand a little higher, playing the dirty schoolyard version of the game that still occupied Jaheira and Halsin, trying to make Rosalind break. They were completely fine at maintaining their cool until Astarion dug his fingernails into the thick flesh of their thigh. They shot him a dirty look, one that he responded to with a devilish grin that flashed just a hint of fang.

He abruptly pulled his hand away and stood, smoothing out the front of his tunic. It was clear that none of their companions paid any attention to either of them, but nevertheless he smoothly whispered in Rosalind’s ear, “Meet me in five,” his lips barely brushing the pointed tip as he moved away. He then grabbed a bottle of Baldur’s grape from the table and sauntered out of the grand hall. Rosalind squirmed in their chair again, uncomfortable for a completely new reason. They clamped their legs together tightly, trying to relieve a tiny bit of the pressure beginning to mount. They stared into space in the general direction of Elminster’s great-grandfather, counting the seconds as they ticked by.

When enough time had passed that Rosalind felt secure as to not rouse significant suspicion, they stood and quietly excused themself to no one in particular. They walked with lightly shaking legs towards where Astarion had disappeared. They exited the hall, scanning the lobby for any sign of him, when a Dragonborn that couldn’t have been more than sixteen waved them down. Slightly confused and more than a little impatient, they walked over to the teen who was all too happy to distract them from their mission. As they approached, however, Rosalind saw the telltale signs of being charmed in the boy’s eye. Astarion had become an absolute menace since learning a handful of bard spells.

“Excuse me, saer, but the dashing young man is waiting for you over there,” he gestured behind him into the room where everyone had stored their cloaks and wraps to protect them from the harsh winter wind outside. “I have very important business to take care of over there,” he added and pointed to the opposite side of the lobby. Then, without another word, the boy walked in the direction of his finger and didn’t stop until he was standing a few inches away from the far wall. Rosalind rolled their eyes and dipped into the room behind the boy’s now abandoned post.

Astarion was slouched against the wall with his collar undone and elbow resting on one bent knee. In that hand he held the bottle of wine, which sloshed a bit more than it had when he had first removed it from the table. He looked up at Rosalind with dark pupils blown wide from drunkenness and lust. They snatched the bottle from his hand and took a swig. The fine wine was smooth and rich, just the right balance of dry and sweet. Astarion held his hand out for the bottle back, but instead Rosalind grabbed it and pulled him to his feet. He swayed just a tiny bit and they could tell he was only a little tipsy; it took quite a bit for him to get sloppy drunk, and usually neither of them wanted to do anything when that happened, rare as it was.

Astarion smirked at Rosalind’s cheekiness and responded by pulling them into him, their belly squishing softly against his lean abs. He grasped at their lower back, fingers splaying into the mesh that covered their midriff. The two of them thumped softly against the wall of the small room, cutting between two fur stoles that tickled Rosalind’s bare arms. Astarion kissed them roughly, twisting one hand into their fuchsia locks, eliciting a small gasp. He used their momentary distraction to steal the bottle back and take a mouthful of the dark red liquid. It was already starting to stain his pretty mouth, and Rosalind ran a thumb over his lower lip. He dipped his chin and took their thumb into his mouth fully, sucking on it lasciviously. They moaned quietly at the sensation of his tongue working against the underside of their finger, his crimson eyes piercing theirs as he did so. They pressed their hip against his growing erection, earning a similar noise in turn.

Astarion pushed against Rosalind enough to escape from between them and the wall, and placed the bottle on the floor in the doorway. “No use in wasting perfectly good wine,” he said in a low tone, before slamming Rosalind back up against the wall, locking their wrists above their head. They whined and squirmed beneath him as he devoured their lips, the heady scent of his cologne making them dizzy. He took his other hand, the one not currently imprisoning their wrists so cruelly, and stroked the velvet sweetheart neckline of their dress, taking time to brush his thumb over where he knew their nipple was. Another embarassing sound escaped their lips and Astarion smiled against them wickedly.

“You make the most delicious noises,” he murmured into the kiss, “but we want to make sure we don’t alert the boy outside, he might eventually tire of staring at the wall.” He clearly had no intention of keeping them quiet, however, because he took that moment to slip a finger below their neckline, finding that sensitive tip hardening for him. Rosalind moaned in a higher pitch, their chest heaving as they sucked in a sharp breath. He took his hand trapping their wrists and clamped it over their mouth as he flicked their nipple with his forefinger. Their hips bucked against him, the moan coming out more muffled this time. He responded with an impish smile, clearly enjoying his torture of them.

He moved his lips to their ample breasts, kissing and licking along their cleavage. Their hands now free, they laced their fingers through his silvery curls, simultaneously trying to pull him away and push him into their tits more. He pulled down on the neckline of their dress, releasing the previously teased nipple, perky and eager for more. He slid it into his mouth, swiping his tongue back and forth over the tip. Rosalind melted into the wall and tore their eyes away from his ministrations. They dug their nails into his scalp, a simultaneous plea to stop and keep going. He pulled away from their nipple and brought his lips back up to their ear.

“I do so love hearing your stifled moans,” he breathes, “and I wonder what kind of sound you’ll make when I do this?” He uses his free hand to hike up the skirt of their dress just enough to slide a finger past their panties, pressing into their slick folds. Like a trained pet, Rosalind whimpered against Astarion’s left hand while grinding into his right.

“Gods, you’re wet,” Astarion said in a low groan, and Rosalind could feel his erection pressing against their thigh. Desperate to regain some control of the situation, they slid their hand from the back of his neck down to the growing bulge, relishing in the stuttering breath they elicited from him.

“Cheeky pup,” he hissed into their ear. He nipped the lobe lightly, sending a jolt of lightning through their entire body. “Wait ‘til I’m through with you, you’ll be begging for me to let you come.” He dropped to his knees, migrating his hands to clutching around Rosalind’s ass, and they let out a shaky breath. They knew they looked a mess, cheeks flushed from drink and lust, pink hair torn from its elegant updo and tumbling around their shoulders. They looked down at Astarion, astounded that he was able to appear as collected as he does, save a few beads of sweat beginning to form at his brow. They longed to make him look disheveled as they did.

He pulled them towards him and pressed filthy kisses to the black mesh at their midriff, receiving a strangled noise in return. While slathering their soft belly in kisses and tantalizingly gentle bites, his left hand resumed its station between their legs, pushing aside their now soaked underwear to stroke their labia. Rosalind groaned at the light touch, aching for something more substantial.

He trailed his lips down the velvet dress while continuing to tease their opening with his fingertips. They writhed in place, chasing an ounce of relief from his touch, but he seemed to anticipate every move they tried to make. He reached his target, grabbing their panties between his teeth and, looking up at them with a salacious grin, pulled the fabric down their legs. He nudged their left leg up, freeing the underwear to sit undignified on their right ankle, and rested their left knee onto his shoulder. He turned his face into their thigh, inhaling their scent deeply.

“Ah-Astarion,” they stuttered as his lips ghosted over the sensitive flesh of their inner thigh.

“Hm?” he sounded without looking at them, infuriatingly calm while they were being reduced to a puddle.

“Please,” they whined, sliding their fingers back into his windswept locks, but refraining from guiding his head anywhere specific.

“Please what?” he asked innocently, followed by gently scraping his fangs over their skin, and their moan in response was significantly less tempered. The knee that still supported their weight buckled slightly, but Astarion’s grip kept them upright. He flashed his blood-red eyes up to them and they panted, their hunger for his lips stealing their breath away.

“Bite me if it means you’ll stop being such a fucking tease,” they hissed through gritted teeth, tightening their grip in his hair in sexual frustration. He flashed a bright smile and sunk his fangs into their thigh while simultaneously dipping a finger inside them. Rosalind gasped, worried they might be torn apart by the contrasting sensations, being penetrated by him in more ways than one. They shuddered as their right leg almost fully gave out, leaving barely anything but the wall and Astarion’s shoulder to keep them from collapsing entirely. He sucked down swallows of their blood while working his fingers in and out of them, filling up both of them deliciously.

“Gods, Astarion, fuck,” Rosalind babbled through the overstimulation, the relief of his fingers interweaving with the satisfying ache of his teeth followed by the soothing sensation of his tongue along the wounds. They could feel him getting stronger as he fed on their blood, a rare pink tinge flushing his cheeks. He worked his fingers faster, building up their sounds of pleasure as he drank his fill.

Once he was satiated, he pulled back both his lips and fingers to gaze up at Rosalind, panting from the exertion. He looked a touch more unkept than before, their blood pooling on his lips and dripping down his chin lightly, hair only slightly out of place. Rosalind, on the other hand, was barely keeping themself together.

“Well, I think you’ve suffered enough, don’t you?” he hummed, looking up at their entirely bedraggled appearance. They didn’t even trust themself to speak, they just nodded as a whimper escaped their lips.

“That’s a good pet,” he breathed and dove in to lick a thick stripe up their labia, and Rosalind grasped for purchase on the nearby cloaks, a loud moan tearing itself from their throat. With their leg hanging off his shoulder, he had all the access he needed to properly eat them out. He alternated between dragging his tongue lazily along their folds and teasing flicks of their swollen clit with the tip.

“Astarion, gods, please don’t stop,” they panted, their orgasm slowly starting to build. They rolled their hips against his tongue, trying to refrain from fucking his face and failing miserably. He pushed in deeper with his tongue and their hands went into their own hair, twisting and writhing from the overwhelming feeling.

“Fuck, Astarion, I’m close, keep going,” they babbled, and he took the invitation to maintain a steadier speed as he lapped at their clit. Their moans grew louder and less restrained as they began to reach the crest.

The two of them were so lost in one another that they didn’t even realize when a hulking, muscled figure filled the doorway. Halsin, simply on his way to pick up his cloak, stood frozen in the liminal space, unsure what to do. Rosalind suddenly made eye contact with him and, before they realized what was happening, crashed over the edge with a cry. Astarion, still completely oblivious, continued to suck and kiss their pussy through their throbbing orgasm, cleaning up any last remnants of arousal.

Once Rosalind had resurfaced on the other side of their climax, feelings of horror and embarrassment started to creep in. They quickly pulled their leg off Astarion’s shoulder, hastily shoving a tit back in their dress and trying to smooth out their hair. In the same instant, Astarion whipped around to see their unexpected visitor as Halsin jumped like a startled deer, knocking over the bottle of wine in the process. The blood-red liquid pooled on the carpet as the three elves stared at each other in stunned silence.

Astarion recovered first and got to his feet, delicately wiping Rosalind from his lips. “If you wanted to join, Halsin, you needed only to say something,” he said cooly, but Rosalind could tell he was embarrassed. Halsin coughed, turned away, then turned back with a hazy look in his eyes.

“Well, if you’re looking for a third…”

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Es T1 Cover - Hibana

Hey there! Milgram covers, huh? They're really interesting! I've decided to look at all of them and give my thoughts on each, and while I thought about doing it all in just one post, I'm gonna separate them because why not. Anyways, this time I'll talk about Es' only cover (of songs not originally from Milgram), Hibana! Let's see how our favorite Warden connects to this song.

CW Allusions to guns and shooting

(Note: 'Hibana' means spark)

Hibana has the singer speaking to their lover about an issue with their relationship, which is how the lover struggles to express their opinions and make decisions for fear of disagreeing with the singer.

Now now, time to mute all complaints, Hesitating over stupid things.

(Translation)

Basically, they consider a love without disagreements "incomplete." If you truly love someone, then you have to accept their views even when you disagree, right? To love someone fully, you need to know them fully.

It’s “incomplete”, I’ll say it time and time again. nanananananananana Amidst a love that missed hitting “NO”

Even if it causes the singer anxiety and distress by the nature of disagreements, it's needed for their relationship to flourish. The spark in the title refers to the spark of love, but also to the spark of two objects colliding with each other.

I don’t want to harbor a love that will never end, Come on, properly fill me more with anxiety. I’d like you to act your part at peek a boo, Come on, answer to what I ask more properly!

I don’t want to love a weak-minded love, Come on, make it hurt more properly. Going so far it’s no longer funny, is surely much more enjoyable, Come on, melt me more properly!

(Note: Peek a boo is a game where you hide with your hands, but then reveal your face again. Thus, 'playing their part at peek a boo' means revealing their 'face', their opinions)

You can sorta see where the connection to Es is, once you consider most of these songs are abstracted so the romantic/sexual partner represents something else and the relationship is not literal. Es is singing this to themselves, asking themselves to be sure and confident in their judgement of the prisoners. That's what the love likely represents, too. Es doesn't want to hesitate, they want to be able to forgive and not forgive with the conviction a Good Warden ought to have.

[Imposter Boulevard] (Kazui T2 VD) Es: I'm the Guard. If I forgive you, I forgive you. If I don't, I don't. There's no other factors to it.

[Baptism of Fire] (Fuuta T2 VD) Es:  I am the Guard of MILGRAM, the one who judges your sins. It's not just you and Mahiru – I've faced all ten of you prisoners with my own life. Don't lump me in with someone like you, who used someone's sins for cheap entertainment!

Steadfast in their opinions, not to be swayed by whatever the prisoners say, not to let themselves get tempted by the idea of compromise. They can't be a perfectionist, they need to be unafraid of mistakes.

Knock knock, ‘with this it's a tie’, Confined within unfilled time. Perfectionism turns smoky, With an echoing voice I’m feeling vertigo and monotony.

But there's also an interesting implication. Because the disagreement and the steadfast opinions are necessary, but they're also distressing. In the song's original context, that's just the nature of disagreement, but here Es would be disagreeing with themselves.

Shoot up that head...

The imagery of shooting in the head referenced in the song art is about this anxiety and hurt induced by disagreement.

But for Es, they're stressed by the weight of their decisions, by the impact their judgement can have on the prisoners. Hibana brings up this conflict front and center.

[TASK] (Kotoko T1 VD) Kotoko: You are not the executioner who convicts people for their sin. The person who offers to save the murderers who deserve to be forgiven.. It's also you. Es: Aaah.. Mm.. *shallow gasping* K: Come, Es… then, listen to my sin… E: *gasp* Prisoner number 10.. Kotoko.. Come..! Sing… your… sins… *sob*

[Baptism of Fire] Es: I didn't wish for you to get a punishment like this! And I didn't instruct Kotoko to do that, either. Punishments executed through violence… Fuuta: Huh… E: I didn't think it would turn out this way.

[Love is (Un)Dead] (Mahiru 2nd VD)] Es: …I'm sorry. I'm responsible for the fact that you've ended up like this. Mahiru:*Coughing, heavy breathing* E: It was my decision not to forgive you. I don't intend to deny that. But… the fact that I couldn't predict Kotoko's actions was a failure on my end. M:*Heavy breathing* E: If I had known that it would turn out like this… [...] M: Yeah. Es-kun, you're working so hard… You're doing great. E: ...! M: …Oh my… are you crying? Es-kun…

God I love Es so much. I am so mad we don't have a cover specifically for them in Trial 2.

Anyways, that's the gist of it. Since these songs weren't written for Milgram, analyzing the general themes and topics is more important than going deep into each and every lyric, so I think this is a decent overview of this one. Hope it was good enough! Take care!

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Fic Writing review 2023!

I was tagged by: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @aidaronan @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @theotherbuckley @aspecbuddie @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 (And possibly others, i may have missed one or two, sorry if i did!)

I can't believe 2023 is over, honestly. This year has had some ups and downs for sure but overall I'm so proud of what I've achieved. I started the year mainly writing Stranger Things fics, and while I still love that fandom and all of the wonderful people I met there, my inspiration for writing it was beginning to fade.

And along came 9-1-1. I am so happy with where I've ended up, and for all the new friends I've made since I found this show back in April!

Here's an overview of my year in fic:

Words posted to ao3: 235,060

Words written: 250,465

Works posted: 38

Fandoms posted for: 3 (Stranger Things, 9-1-1, MCU/Captain America)

Specifics and tags are under the cut!

Longest fic:

Crawling on Back to You 109k words, 30 chapters Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Rated E

Shortest fic:

Keep on Walkin' and don't look back 521 words Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Rated T

Top 5 by kudos:

1. Right in front of your eyes

9-1-1, Buddie, 15k

He and Chris, and Buck. They work, they’re a unit. Why should it matter that he’s single? Buck is watching him, like he’s reading every thought on his face. “You’re already planning to lie about the date. Why don’t you just tell her you met someone yourself?” Eddie shrugs and tilts his head to the side, squinting in thought. “She won’t set me up on dates if she thinks I’ve got someone,” he muses. “But she’ll want to meet whoever it is.” “So... Introduce them?” Or: Buck offers to fake-date Eddie so Pepa will stop setting him up on dates.

2. Pinky Promise

9-1-1, Buddie, 1k

Christopher Diaz doesn't mind that his dad's dating someone new. He's not dumb, he knows there's someone. The way his dad has been smiling lately, the way Chris catches him staring at his coffee, daydreaming like he isn't a grown man. The sleepovers Chris is suddenly allowed to go to on almost a weekly basis. Chris is happy for him, really he is. He’s just not planning to let himself get attached to whoever it turns out to be, just in case. He doesn't need a step-parent, because he has Dad, and he has Buck, and that’s enough. Whoever his dad dates, well. They'll probably leave, eventually. Chris doesn’t need to worry about them. Or: Eddie and Buck come to Chris with some news, and he doesn't take it very well at all.

3. Peek-A-Boo

Stranger Things, Steddie, 1k

Eddie tried not to stare. He really tried. He didn't notice at first, too preoccupied with the tub of pringles he'd been making his way through while talking about Corroded Coffin's last gig. Sure, he'd noticed the shorts. The ridiculous amount of leg Steve was showing, the way they hugged his ass, but it wasn't until Steve moved, lifted one foot to rest on the cushion, knees spread, that Eddie noticed another feature of the shorts. Or: Steve puts on a bit of an accidental show.

4. Definition

9-1-1, Buddie, 2k

It keeps happening, time and time again. People get it wrong. Whatever people say, it feels wrong and they don't know how to set the record straight, until Chris takes it into his own hands. or: 5 times people get Buck's role in Chris's life wrong, and 1 time they set the record straight

5. take my hand (knot your fingers through mine)

9-1-1, Buddie, 4k, written with @pock-o-pea

At least Buck’s okay. He’s outside, safe, doing his job. Buck’s okay, which means no matter what happens inside this van, If the crushing weight of the fridge takes him before Buck can get to him, if the van pancakes or flips or any number of likely disasters occur, if Eddie dies in here, alone, and in pain, then… He thinks of Mallory, of Jo. How they’d called out for each other. His eyes shut briefly as Mallory’s words echo in his head. “She’s not my daughter. Jo’s mother was my best friend… she saved me so many times.” Or: what 6x18 could've been

2023 Events I've participated in: AUgust, Fandom Trumps Hate

Current works in progress:

The bodyguard fic (somebody to someone) -One chapter posted, 3 more written and (almost) ready to post!

Steve time travelling in the upside down (of moments and unmoments (of time lost)) -One posted, two more in the drafts 😁

The break-up fic (you were my town) - Two posted, the third almost ready to post

Season 7 fic: 10 chapters, currently being edited to post

and then a bunch of isolated oneshots I've yet to figure out an ending for: 5+1 times Eddie sees buck with kids that aren't his, friends with benefits, secret relationship, Teacher!Buck, Buckley siblings kiss of death, Buck in the stairs (just started this one last night!)

Goals for 2024:

I want to finish posting all of the WIPs which are already on ao3, post my s7 fic before March 14, keep working on all the WIPs I have in my docs and of course write more and keep sharing!

Most of all I want to keep participating in this wonderful fandom I've found on here, I have had *such* a good time over the past year in fandom 🥰🥰

No pressure tags (sorry if you've already done this and I missed it!)

@hellwrites @the-emdash @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @911-on-abc @bittersweet-in-boston @kwills91 @trenchcoatsandtimetravel @spotsandsocks @devirnis @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @mojowitchcraft @wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunflowerdiaiz @cardamomsage @velvetjinx

Also tagging anyone else who might want to look back at the year and I've accidentally missed!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

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Luigi: Liaison of Ghosts Chapter 9 Snippet (Electric Boogaloo)

Have another sneak-peek at the next installment; this time, before the viOlEnCe!

For context, Luigi, Mario, Gooigi, and King Boo are in an underground portion of E. Gadd’s lab that’s specifically designed to keep ghosts/spirits contained. The room is bisected by a barrier. On one side stands Luigi, Mario, and Gooigi. On the other, is King Boo. The professor is watching the following events from the safety of an observation room. He communicates through an intercom system.

Currently, Luigi is informing King Boo of his mediating work with spectral entities...

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“Mediator? Contacts?” King Boo mutters. “I don’t understand. You hunt ghosts and spirits—you fear them!”

Luigi quirks a brow incredulously. “You were spying on me as I recovered all the elevator buttons at the Last Resort. After everything you saw then, and what you’re witnessing now, do you honestly still believe that?”

King Boo scowls in place of an answer. “You still capture them,” he hisses.

“I do,” Luigi agrees with reluctance, “but only when I’m given no other choice. Nowadays, I mediate conflicts between specters and mortals. Finding a peaceful resolution is my top priority, not capture.”

King Boo clicks their tongue in disbelief. “I do believe Professor E. Gag has a gallery lined with portraits and canisters full of ghosts that says otherwise.”

“…about that,” Luigi replies slowly. He presses his hands together, fingers splayed as he takes a deep breath. “We… set all of them free.”

{“Quite a while ago, actually,”} E. Gadd adds. {“In fact, you’re the last one to go!”}

Luigi closes his eyes with a grimace. “Thank you, professor,” he sighs.

“Right, of course. The mad scientist just let you release his entire collection of prized specimens,” the monarch scoffs. “Now I know you’re lying.”

“No, really!” Luigi says earnestly. “It’s been a long process, but everyone has been set free and safely reintegrated into society.” He reaches into one of the pockets of his overalls and pulls out a collection of business cards. “Madame Clairvoya has a fortune telling business, Van Gore has his own art studio, Neville started a book club, Melody gives piano lessons…” He flips through the cards, showing each one off as he goes. “Johnny Deepend is a fitness instructor at our local gym, Dr. Potter runs a plant nursery, Soulfflé has a cooking show, Morty directs movies and teaches filmography on the side—”

“Alright, enough! You’ve made you’re point!” King Boo snaps. Their irritation shifts into a more thoughtful look. “Is that why I was moved to a separate canister? To keep me in the dark?”

“Eh… partially?” Luigi says, tilting his hand in a so-so gesture. “Mostly it was for security reasons.” He pauses, silently weighing the pros and cons of full disclosure. “We also thought it would be best to separate you and Hellen Gravely—for both of your sakes.”

King Boo grimaces upon hearing the name of his old partner in crime. He glances about uneasily, as if the mere act of acknowledging the haughty entrepreneur would summon her from the very shadows. Luigi would find the normally unflappable monarch’s alarm funny if he didn’t share similar sentiments regarding the hotel owner.

“Ah… so Gravely has been moved elsewhere.” King Boo comments, attempting to sound nonchalant, but failing rather miserably. “You’re keeping her in another lab. Somewhere… secure?”

{“Ms. Gravely isn’t being kept anywhere,”} E. Gadd replies. {“She’s staying in her suite at the Last Resort; free as everyone else.”}

“You let her go as well?!” King Boo cries in disbelief.

“Unfortunately,” Mario grumbles. It speaks volumes of his own opinion of Hellen that he doesn’t take the opportunity to revel in King Boo’s distress.

“Yeah, but don’t worry,” Gooigi adds, “we filed for a restraining order on your behalf.”

“…with magic enforcement?”

“The strongest in all the known kingdoms.”

King Boo heaves a relieved sigh. They school their expression into something more regal and raise a nubby arm as if taking an oath. “For your act of service, I vow that when the time comes to strike you all down, I will make it quick and painless.” They pause with a hum. “…mostly.”

“How gracious of you,” Luigi says wryly.

“It’s just one of my many virtues,” King Boo agrees. “There’s a reason why my subjects address me as ‘your grace’.”

“No one calls you that.”

“And how would you know?”

“Because I’ve spoken to a lot of your followers,” Luigi says, giving the monarch a flat look, “and I’ve never heard them refer to you that way.”

The revelation seems to take King Boo aback. “…you’ve spoken to my Boos?” they ask incredulously, eyes narrowed. “What a bold thing to say. Care to back up your outrageous claim with some names?”

Gooigi waves urgently at Luigi to get his attention. “Don’t tell him!” He signs. “Snitches get cursed by witches!”

“That’s not how that saying goes,” Luigi corrects the ectomorph, tone tinted with amusement, “But I agree that it’s not my place to say.”

“My, my, how convenient,” the monarch drawls. “Do you want to make any other baseless declarations while you’re at it? The floor is open.”

Luigi frowns in consideration. It might be best to just drop the matter and move on to presenting the actual offer they’ve long since digressed from. This could, however, be a good opportunity to further prove his integrity. Which of King Boo’s followers can he call upon without potentially putting them at odds with their king?

“…Boolossus.”

The monarch’s smug grin drops. “What?”

“I had a long talk with Boolossus when I set them free,” Luigi continues. “I won’t claim we’re on amicable terms, but we managed to come to an understanding before parting ways.”

“Liar,” King Boo snarls. “Boolossus would never have left this lackluster lab without me; not of their own free will. Their loyalty runs deeper than the filthy sewers you call home.”

Luigi squints at the fuming monarch. Do they think plumbers live in sewers? Or just Mario and Luigi in particular? King Boo’s rather poor understanding of mortals sometimes makes it difficult to tell whether they sincerely believe a falsehood or are cracking a joke. Luigi shakes his head, quietly electing not to ask.

“You’re not wrong about their loyalty,” Luigi affirms. “Boolossus was… resistant to the idea of leaving you behind—”

{“Resistant?”} the professor huffs. {“They just about destroyed half my lab!”}

“—but I gave them my word that you would be freed next.” Luigi raises his hand when the monarch opens their mouth to dismiss him. “Before you say anything, no, they didn’t believe me. I don’t think there’s anything I could have said or done that would have convinced Boolossus of my sincerity, and I anticipated that. Which is why I brought along a trustworthy Boo to vouch for me.”

King Boo laughs condescendingly. “There’s not another Boo on this mortal plane that could pull the sway you would have needed.”

“Oh, I can think of one,” Mario smirks.

King Boo sneers at Mario’s smug expression. “And just who would that be?”

“Lady Bow.”

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Before you get too excited, no, Lady Bow will not be in this installment (unfortunately).

But that's all I have for now! Everything in this snippet is susceptible to change, so we'll just have to see how it all turns out in the completed work. Until then~