#especially death 🙈

[simplyanjuta]

Mod: No Macabre Pose in UI

For the Life and Death pack a new pose explicitly for the Macabre trait was added - also weirdly enough only for this trait. So now, whenever a sim has the Macabre trait, the game will try to use this pose.

This new pose is not only used for Household and travel thumbnails but is also all over the UI looking very out of place compared to other thumbnails, especially being the only trait based pose. When you look at your relationship panel, your sims come in two categories now, macabre sims and non macabre sims 🙈

The reason this pose is *everywhere* is because EA basically replaced the default pose ("Sim Bust") with it - which is used for:

the neutral/"fine" mood in the Household panel,

the main menu thumbnail,

the relationship panel,

the picker menu

and possibly in other places as well...

Not sure if they thought this quite through.

With this mod I disabled the feature for the UI. (This mod is an override of the file 81112DE1AD5B55F6/MoodUI_Thumbnails which is managing these thumbnails.)

Download:

SimFileShare

This mod is an alternative to "Trait Based Sim Bust Thumbnails". Pick the mod you prefer and remove the other one.

See also:

If you also want to remove the macabre pose from household and travel thumbnails you can use my mods for Gallery poses (1 | 2).

If you're the opposite, I also started a little project to make better use of this new feature. I'm adding more trait based poses to the game (I have focussed on Household thumbnails only though).

Current game bug (not a mod issue):

It seems that the game currently is regenerating thumbnails each time you restart the game, even when the thumbnails already exist in the file localthumbcache, thus unneccessarily slowing down the game and bloating up this file. I tested this with no mods, with basegame only, in a fresh save, with the thumbnail config file reset to factory settings and it's still happening. Also added my findings to this bug report. If you noticed the same issue, please hit "me too".

If EA ever fixes the issue:

You might need to delete the file localthumbcache to let the game generate new thumbnails, otherwise you only see the changes when the game decides to update the thumbnails next time the sim changes.

[sugarlywhispers]

t.shouto + makes his gf squirt

☆—fem reader, NSFW, smut, squirting, praising.

☆—a.n; sooooooo, here it is! the last one, cuz i already squeezed everything i had for this theme from the very back of my brain, so sorry it's shorter than the others🙈 i hope yall still like it~♡

“Babe, I don’t think we should- mmf,” the whispered sentence was interrupted by your boyfriend's lips when they crashed against yours. His tongue exploring your mouth fiercely, like he couldn’t get enough. Like he needed that kiss as much as the air to live.

Next thing you know, you’re lying on the big, expensive couch in his living room, his body over yours in between your willingly open legs where you could feel his bulge grind against your covered core, fully hard against the front of his sweatpants. His kiss demanding and tongue sensually dancing with yours. If you were being honest, you couldn't–or wanted actually, to put any force against him. While demanding, his kisses always put you in a trance that made your mind float away to somewhere close to heaven.

As your arms surrounded his neck, one of his hands found its way inside your shorts and panties, caressing in soft, delicate circles over your clit. You whined as quietly as you could, the sound getting lost inside his mouth, when two of his fingers slipped over your wet pussy and thrusted inside, deep.

Your back arched, head turned back, feeling so full even with just two of his fingers.

“Shit, babe. You're so tight, even for my fingers,” he murmured against your ear, before nipping the skin right under it.

You were really trying to be as silent as possible, but Shouto wasn’t helping you succeed in it. Especially when his fingers kept thrusting in and out, going so deep, and sometimes curving inside and touching that little button that set you off so fucking deliciously. You lost track of time, only enjoying the pleasure he was giving you.

When... you felt it coming.

“Fuck! Shou-… Babe,” you moaned in a high-pitched tone, as noiseless as you could. Fuck, his two best friends, Bakugou and Midoriya, were in the house! You couldn’t make any noise. But it was so hard not to. Even more then, when you were feeling the same sensation you once felt when he made you squirt.

“What is it, baby? Gonna cum? Gonna squirt for me, Y/N?” You nodded, whining, his fingers working you closer to your high. His free hand slid under your head, fingers tangling on your hair and tugging it. His forehead rested over yours, heavy breathing interlacing between the two of you. “Do it. Squirt for me.” 

That was all you needed. Todoroki Shouto watched you with eyes full of lust and adoration as you let yourself go. Squeezing your eyes shut, losing every sense of time and place. Your body trembling under his, hands grabbing his shoulders strongly, feeling your nails even through the cloth of his t-shirt. Your walls tightening so hard around his fingers, it made him hiss with desire. And then, he felt that special wetness. His fingers kept thrusting, palm rubbing over your clit, feeling the little streams that came out and crushed against his palm that kept rubbing over your clit. 

He was going to make you go crazy.

But if you were on his mind for a second, you'll know that it's him who is completely crazy for you.

When it was over, your body was still spasming after cuming that hard, and he smiled cocky and proud of himself.

Yep, he was going to be the death of you.

But what a pleasant death...

[theyluvlyss]

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 & 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲...

my head is all but consumed with thoughts only of wade wilson, logan howlett, and remy lebeau. they're all I can process in my head (besides shazam, but that's a given considering no one loves shazam the way I do, so🤷🏽‍♀️) and I y e a r n desperately for an influx in "wade x y/n x logan" fics and the "remy x y/n" fics... dare I even ask, humbly ofc, hear me out... for a splash of "wade x y/n x remy". genuinely, I'd kill for some of that ngl.

and I bet you're wondering, "lyssa, why not do it yourself🤔?"

short answer: I am swamped with requests, and even if I wasn't, I'm not ready yet lmao I fear I do not possess the skills to capture them in my writing perfectly😔 ... yet😈.

in the meantime, tho *😈evil little laughter😈* may I plz suggest the following prompts and pairings to and for anybody willing to work with them or wanting ideas (begging any writers that see this to please write these and tag me plz plz plz plz plz 😭🙏🏽😃plzplzplzplzplzplzplzpl-)...

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⚠️trigger and content warning btw lol -

mentions of fighting/violence/bloodshed, death, gore, (like c'mon,,, bffr, look at who you're reading about😐🤨), anxiety/panic attacks, harsh words/themes/elements/physical injuries, abuse and/or negelct, separation anxiety, mental disorders, brief mention of sickness/illness, drugs (just 🍃 and painkillers), age gap (nothing illegal, chill out🤨✋🏽), use of a derogatory term (not used in a negative sense tho lol), and some semi-common smut themes that I won't list here, but be wary if that stuff makes you uncomfortable :)♡. also, these are all under the pretense that the reader is a cis girl, she/her/hers pronouns (so ig you could think of this as one, big, mass request to all writers willing from me lol🤭🥴🫶🏽).

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 :

- reader having a panic/anxiety attack and ofc being comforted (causes my vary; maybe right after a fight/battle, or because of over-worrying or too much pressure, maybe after a fight with another loved one, etcetc). definitely wanna see this with all three of them, but separately, tho. like, one fic or list of "preferences/headcannons" for logan, one for wade, and then one for remy.

- near death or death (followed by resurrection swift after). it could be reader almost dies or dies (then gets resurrected, get creative with it/how, fr, yk?) or the reverse; the POI (person of interest) dies, although given two of the three's abilities, y'all might have to get creative if you want it to translate for logan and/or wade so this one would be mainly for a remy x reader.

- I personally love a good "POI says sumn mean/outta pocket, hurts reader's feels, stuff happens idk, but they eventually kiss and make up" trope. I'd eat that up, especially cuz OHHH,,,, wade taking a joke or playful argument or something too far? logan being a little too mean/angsty to you for comfort?? remy saying something that gets lost in translation, so it comes out harsher than intended??? 😫😫😫‼️‼️ AND IF YOU WANNA GET MESSY WIT IT, RUNNING TO ONE OF THE OTHER THREE FOR COMFORT🙈🙈⁉️⁉️⁉️.

- a classic; reader getting injured (mildly or worse, doesn't matter), needing to be taken care of, but is stubborn about it?? always a good one.

- getting a little crazy and silly here, but I like a good "abusive and/or negelctful ex/current partner" trope. like hell yeah, one of you big, strong men get over here and save me, whisk me away and show me what I really deserve😻‼️. NOT romanticizing/glorifying it obvs, like no, I mean that wade, logan, and/or remy would not be the red flags in this scenario, they're the one(s) doing the saving FROM the red flag ex/current partner lol.

- getting a little crazier and sillier with this one, but one where reader gets snatched up🙂? oouuuu, miss girl got kidnapped?! once again, somebody come save me, and if "somebody" is not wade, logan, and/or remy, then don't bother, I don't want it. matter of fact, just gon' on ahead and leave me, I'll figure it out myself🙂✌🏽. I think I'd want these separate, actually, bc I wanna take in the individuality of their reactions, like,,, logan going feral?? pretty predictable tbh lmao but still hot. remy?? idek ngl, y'all gon' have to figure him out. BUT WADE BEING SERIOUS AND NOT AS TALKATIVE FOR ONCE UNTIL HE KNOWS YOU'RE SAFE???? OOOHOOHOOOOOOO, GIMMIE🖐🏽👹🖐🏽✊🏽👹✊🏽!!!

- ig this could be put in the panic/anxiety attack category, but I also feel like this might be it's own separate thing, so idk, but... separation anxiety on reader's part. whatever the circumstances may be to breed it, reader is just (not in a unhealthy way) attached to the POI(s), so them leaving for whatever reason is pretty hard on her (and the POI(s), too, because hello, they don't wanna make their reader upset, but things gotta get done fr yk😫🥲),,, lots of reassurance, comforting, and maybe distractions ensue??

- reader with an alter ego/inner beast, whether that be a result of her powers or a mental disorder (think like,,, split personality or maybe DID or something like that, but I do wanna say, if you're gonna go the mental route, make sure you do your research so that you're representing it - not only accurately - but you're not dehumanizing or dumbing it down as well) or just anything that would cause the reader to, as I said, have a different side of themself,,, werewolf type deal, yk? "normal" for the most part, but then has her moments where she be on demon time and then when she's back to herself, she's just like "???" while everyone else is like "!!!". I suppose this could then be followed up/solved with a "the sun's getting real low" typa thing/moment from the POI(s), but that's neither here nor there, do what feels right fr♡.

- reader (just barely) escapes cassandra nova??? that could be cool (a.k.a. very, very angsty bc surely the encounter has messed the reader alllll the way up both mentally and physically, especially knowing what typa timing cass be on lmao😃). love a good hurt/comfort, I can't get enough, actually. this one (given the movie context) may or may not work with wolvie and/or pool (again, up to the writer to get creative), but gambit?? he's been in the void his whole life, he knows cass, sooo it'd make more sense for him to have a higher understanding of the situation in full, but do what y'all want, I'm just the idea woman🤷🏽‍♀️.

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 :

- morning cuddles and softeness and ughghfhfhdjd♡!!♡!♡!!♡!♡!!♡!! and then the opposite, night/bedtime cuddles and softness and uugjfjdkwkfke♡!!♡!♡!!♡!♡!!♡!!

- height difference teasings and shenanigans. we can always stick to the classics, ofc, short reader, tall wade, logan, and/or remy. maybe its an advantage in fights - fast, lethal, and small + big, shielding, and strong - but sucks in more domestic/calm cases like reaching for shit on the top shelf or wanting to kiss somebody. but I'd also love some tall gworl reader type shit, miss strong, lean, runway model energy, stepping on any heads and wooing any men that are in her path🥴😻. bending down with a smile so she can hear him, mindlessly playing with his hair, occasionally makes a quip here and there on the difference without thinking lol and he haaaaateeees all of it (but he looooveeeessss all of it🤭).

- reader being THAT GIRL, literally being in a 1v26 or sumn crazy like that and she's just kicking ass and shit the whole time, and then there's the POI(s),,, gawking and in love like "damn that's MY GIRL fr\😻/!!".

- *imagine a vine boom after every bolded word, okay, go* teen/minor/young PLATONIC NONSEXUAL NONROMANTIC (literally I can not stress this enough) NOT DATING AT ALL EVER reader and one/two/all of them. I think it'd just be silly seeing them (wade, logan, and or remy) working/paired with/having a bond with this little gremlin yet sweetheart of a reader who's somehow able to tolerate/put up with/ignore/maybe even indulge in their craziness lmfao. maybe just as or is even more crazy than they are, chaotic and desensitized type shit. you could even get ansgty with it, have this teen reader need saving or something like that, yk?

- sparring match and reader BEATS POI(s) in said spar cuz she's cool, awesome, and mega baller like that. lots of tension and goofiness, especially from the reader, cuz she knows damn well she's the shit. or, a different route!!... total dumb luck that she beat him/both/all of them, and is very obviously playing it off/acting like she won on purpose lmfao, cockiness ensuing.

- can't go wrong with a sick-fic lol. who doesn't wanna be taken care of?

- reader needs/wears glasses🤷🏽‍♀️. it can be the discovery of actually needing them, reader always squinting tryna read/see shit, or nearly getting herself in and out of danger bc again, she blind lmao. or it's just the case of reader never wears them out and about, but in calmer moments (where she doesn't run the risk of breaking them) she'll put them on, so she decides to bust 'em out one day and it's just the POI(s) being like ":O...😻😻!!".

- *olivia rodrigo voice* JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY, YEAA-aAAH😫😫‼️ ... reader who just,,, she don't play that shit, man, lmfao it's called you can prove yourself either friend or foe,,, stay tf away from my man or get your ass beat. pick one. and it's the POI(s) just absolutely flattered and amused with this energy from reader lmfao, reassurance ensuing quick after ofc. or, if you wanna get silly with it (and by silly, I mean violent♡), reader with a girl who can't take a hint😀 *eye twitch* so she finally makes shit clear one way or another (one way; does sumn with the POI(s) that makes the girl uncomfortable so she fucks off. another; reader pretty much beats that girl up and it's the POI(s) laughing but also trying to pry reader off of her cuz "stop it, I'm yours, I promise, you don't have to kill her, she didn't know any better😭!"). or just completely switch it up, vice versa, role-reversal POI(s) get jelly and it's reader having to deal with whatever may happen after/due to the fact lol.

𝐬𝐦���𝐭 :

- shameless flirt reader!!!! she's not obnoxious or out of character/proper timing with it, but definitely a reader with helllllaaaaa rizz. is mainly on some "is somebody gonna match my freak?" type shi. wade would find it very silly and he'd match the freak ofc. logan,,, maybe he'd start off annoyed by it, then get used to it, only realizing you've actually grown on him once you start to pull back a little/stop completely? REMY WOULD LOVE AND BE AMUSED BY IT, so all I'm gonna say here is this: rabbits🐇🥰. iykyk♡.

- a smoke sesh leading to some good, old fashioned high/sleepy sex🥰. that's it, that's the prompt♡.

- lord, free me from my sins🙏🏽, plz don't judge me y'all😔 ,,, age gap😃? NOTHING CRAZY, CHILL, but yk, like,,, just a little young thing in her 20s or sumn being scooped up by one (or two🤭) of these older, more mature, aged like fine wine, and experienced men,,, that's all🥰.

- that moment when reader is a whore and is actually literally prancing around without a care in the world, fucking three different guys (wade, logan, and remy obvs) because "they're hot lol" - not necessarily behind their backs - but no one's saying anything or telling her no, nor does anyone seem to have any issues with it/are opposed, sooo😗🤷🏽‍♀️.

- do y'all think,,, because wolverine is yk...wolf-like-ish-whatever.... do y'all think that he,,,, that maybe he goes thru... a rut🙂?? lmfaoGDHAKXKPQPRR okay that's enough, that's enough🥴✋🏽-.

- you know how some smut has certain labels/themes/tags that are gonna be, yk,,, in said smut?? well, cuz I'm out of any specific ideas for smut, I'm just gonna leave some here, m'kaaaay, and whatever y'all wanna dooooo is up to youuuu, just as long as I get to seeee😗☺️🫶🏽~...

⚠️ also don't say I didn't warn y'all, I mean, there's literally a whole ass trigger warning at the top, so do not start fckn trippin' because you disagree with me or saw sumn you don't fw, cuz tbh, I don't care and you can honestly block me if it's that serious♡.

dom-sub, daddy/praise/breeding/spanking kink, knife/gun/blood play (and/or just mutant/power ability play in general hehehe), food/wax play, cnc (I don't suggest full blown non-con seeing as none of them seem the type to do such, no matter the circumstances, plus it's just not my thing personally but hey, I'm not currently writing for pool, wolvie, or gambit rn, so that's up to whoever is🤷🏽‍♀️), hunter-prey (y'all might see this and immediately think wolvie, which is understandable fr, but I beg y'all to get creative and let remy and/or wade hunt reader down, it can be done and done right, I promise, plz, I need it, 😫PLEASE!!-), friends with benefits,,, OHHH ENEMIES with benefits🫢🫢!!, overstim, jealousy/possessive/yandere, unprotected/creampie/oral ... that's all that comes to mind lmao wow what a crazy note to end this on, anyways-

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yeah, so, do with all of this what you will (and plz spread this around, I genuinely do wanna see these get written and myself tagged like I am PINING for these fic ideas to be turned into reality😭🙏🏽), I just had to get my thoughts out before I forgot (at least in the fanfic department), because if someone were to ask me my thoughts on the movie itself !!!!! OMG I could run my mouth forever, but I don't wanna do that (lazy) so lmao for now, that's all lol byeeee~ /ᐠ-˕-マ!!

[neverniko101]

Lol OK... This was a lil disturbing alright. 😮🙈

But honestly, also made me rather curious... 🤔

Will he try to push curd in there and slurp him like a chickenwing?

Does he work like a Venus fly trap in that form??

Does he have a massive headache now?

Foes his teeth have teeth now? 🧐

Can he get zipped back too?

Would curd still kiss him like that?

I need to know! Pls~ 😩😩

I still would kiss him, but rather on the cheek, im a bit of a coward for these chompers

He’s basically a shapeshifter/mimic kinda creature- all the Princes are, to some extent, but especially the Razor. The mouth doesn’t hurt him, tho it might make him a little dizzy, and it hinges at his chest so he can chomp

Tw for blood/death/body horror below

But for the aftermath of that panel, Razor either chomped his head or bit him in half among us style

I mean, he could theoretically slurp him like a chicken wing but he’d need to shift into a bigger form cuz Curd’s like 2 feet taller than most Limes

[ozzgin]

I think I must be a different breed of women, cause I think I actually find having a dick thrusted into my cervix to be a pleasurable feeling 🙈

Other evidence of my reasoning as to why I could handle strong monster dick…When I got my IUD, it felt like a bit of an inconvenience, rather than the death sentence pain a lot of other women tend to report. No numbing, drugs, or anything for the procedure. I just raw dogged it, and I was quite underwhelmed by the entire experience. I was fine walking back home from the medical place, and only got very light cramping a few days afterward 😋

Also I forgot to mention, but I found the bratty reader x politician yandere story to be especially hilarious to me personally because I actually performed something similar to one of the scenes 🤫

-👘

Somehow the dots are starting to connect. Do tell me more. Make yourself comfortable.

Everyone else is invited to drop by in the comments and share their own reasoning of why monster fucking would work out for them. Today I'm hearing y'all out.

[jealousmartini]

List of things I am excited to experience in my K-pop idol dr(s) !

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💭 — CONCERTS AND CROWD WORK

I FORGOT TO ADD SOMETHING HERE☠️☠️

Doing crowd work with my fans while performing is SUCH A DREAM FOR ME OMG. That's like one my main reasons I'm excited to have a concert because I want to interact with my audience; exchanging glances, throwing stuff for one of them to have and of course performing at my best.

🍊 — COLLABS AND HANGOUTS

Okay okay, I know I have yapped in the past about being excited to meet BTS, but first, let me name a list of groups/idols I am so hyped to be in a 2-foot radius of because sometimes a girl cant help but shriek at the thought of them🙈:

NEWJEANS ||

I FUCKING LOVE THESE GIRLS SO MUCH NO ONE GETS IT. Just a little fun fact, MKB(my own gg) is considered to be like an older sister gg to NEWJEANS because they are both famous 5 member girl groups. Some people even say that NEWJEANS' aesthetic is like a younger sister to MKB's; even though MKB isn't all that "mature" it does give off an older sister feel in contrast to NEWJEANS' AND ITS SOOO CUTEEE😭😭

WONYOUNG — IVE ||

In my dr, Me and Wony are really good friends, and we have each others contacts. I've gone to battle for her in my tiktoks and tweets against antis (I am very much popular for this too since it's considered controversial to speak out in defence for another idol and she isn't the only idol I've fought for😭😭) cus she's literally the sweetest idol ever?? I actually love her to death.

CHAEYOUNG, NAYEON, SANA, MOMO, JIHYOU — TWICE ||

In my opinion all of TWICE is so cute and I freaking love them all, but I am closest to these five. They're some of my closest girl friends because they were the first friends i made (other than my members lmao) and I love them all so much please I can't wait to meet them (especially since MKB and TWICE both exist under JYP so we're basically always hanging out)

BTS ||

No, because you guys. the dating, fighting and relationship rumours that are gonna be floating around me are gonna be CRAZYY cus of how many frequent interactions I have with the group/ the members individually and how much i talk about them because I am SO down bad for them PLEASE (but we can't let them and army know you guys shhh🤫) and I also just be having the LOUDEST MOUTH EVER🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️

But aside from how badly I want each and every one of them, Me and MKB are super cool friends with BTS; usually, 1 or 2 of us will visit them for whatever reason needed and whatever occasion like watching them behind the scenes, sometimes, we will appear on their lives in person or on phone (cus we have each others contacts😝🤞🏾), we always wish them happy birthday (as they do back to us), and few times some of us will make special appearances on their game challenges on RUN BTS too.

Also, I'd say I'm closest to being with Jungkook, Jimin, Namjoon, and Taehyung- BUT I get along very well with Yoongi, Jin, and Hoeseok too. I just hangout with those 4 the most out of all of them. [EDIT// Actually I do hang out with Jin too what am I talking about]

STRAYKIDS AND ATEEZ ||

More hot men. Idk what to say more about this LMAO😭😭

💭 — LIVESTREAMS AND BIRTHDAYS

MKB is most infamous (other than our music of course) for our ridiculous lives. But my favourite kind of live is the birthday one. The moment of appreciation and love sent from fans and the celebration from my family members and staff is so precious and important to me. The thought into the gifts and the messages mean so much more to me than what anyone could imagine and it gives so much meaning to birthdays because they are so important to me.

🍊 — PRODUCING, FILMMAKING AND BTS

I have always been a big music nerd and my urge to produce music for a loving and interested fanbase makes me feel so warm. it's just what my silly little heart was made to do.

I have also been super interested in being involved with the work behind the scenes , not just being in the scenes of our music videos. I really want to have a say in what the concept of the video to match the music will look like, the outfit ideas, the hidden lore in the videos. It's just such a dream come true for me, and I'm even excited for whatever travelling needs to be done, too.

💭 — STUPID SPECULATIONS/RUMOURS ?

Being nosey and attention seeking is a deadly combo. Always gotta know something, always gotta be talked about somehow (and I usually prefer the fake dating allegations cus they're just so funny and sometimes cute depending on who I'm being shipped with lol)

🍊 — FOOD

I am THE BIGGEST foodie there is I swear. I have always craved and cried to eat real Korean (and East asian) food without thinking about my money or my skin as well as usual meals too and as much as I want (because I scripted my manager let's me eat anything I want since I don't gain weight (I scripted this for all idols tbh cus I just want to see wony eat SOMETHING😭🙏🏾))

💭 — V.I.P STUFF

When I say VIP stuff, I mainly mean 1st class vacations and trips. I freaking LOVE exploring and travelling.. ON LAND. When I shift though, this will be my first time flying on a plane and I'm kinda excited, kinda frightened. I have a slight fear of heights so I'm gonna have to brave through it and try not to throw up or something.

🍊 — FANMADE GIFTS (fanimations, fanfictions, fan art, real life gifts, fan edits, etc.)

I am so freaking hyped for this stuff you guys stop. One of my main love languages is gift giving and receiving, and I already get so hyped when I get a gift on a random day from a family memeber😭😭.

The fan edits and fanfiction are gonna be crazy tho omg the ships..😭😭😭 (I WILL be looking out for the ship fanfics best believe.)

💭 — GOOGLEBOX BUT ITS KPOP IDOLS

"STOP TALKING ABOUT GOOGLEBO-" STFU AND LISTEN HOE🤬

Okay, so before I explode for excitement, I had this idea to make take the Googlebox celebrities and make a K-pop idols edition, and it couldn't be more perfect. Of course, you might be worried about how little privacy and time to myself off camera I may have now that I've added this into my dr, but never worry!

I scripted MKB to get 2 weeks to a month long breaks depending on stuff like exhaustion, injuries, meeting families, or just having a well-deserved vacation. I also scripted that our fanbase is very respectful of our space and don't bombard us if we're spotted in public.

Edit: O.m.g applies to all the things I said about MKB too guys I just cba editing everything add o.m.g in rn

@4ellieluv @cocozydiaries @samara444 @theshifterbear @livingmydreamlife5555

[orcasoul]

Beskar dress for Dins Cyare

I saw this picture and immediately thought of a gown made of Beskar and how it would drive Din feral for you 🙈❤💋💥

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut (under 18's DNI!)

Word count: 477

Dins breath caught in his chest as you strode into the grand ballroom of the newly built Darasuum Palace. Months of hard work re-establishing the planet Mandalore is to be celebrated tonight. All eyes fell on you as you confidently approached your Mand'alor, your riddur, but you have eyes only for him, as he does you. Seeing Dins face in public is still something you are getting used to and at this moment you're glad he had recently chose to forgo the helmet in favour of a more modern approach to The Way because now you can see the effect you're having on him.

His lustful gaze sweeps your body slowly as you stand in front of him, his pupils dilating as he swallows thickly. "Maker, Cyare... you look... sensational!" He can't take his eyes off the sway of your hips as you slink your arms around his neck and begin dancing slowly with him. Your grin spreads from ear to ear, pleased that you have invoked the very reaction you'd hoped for. "I had this dress made especially for you," you purr seductively in his ear. Din chuckles. "I don't think I'd look as good in it as you do." You giggle and slap his chest - he knows what you mean.

"Truly Meshla..." he gushes as he strokes his hands up and down your down your back. "You are perfection. "Is this-" "Beskar," you confirm, proudly. Dins deep brown eyes return to your form as if he's trying to burn the image onto his brain. "You know what I like most about this dress...?" you whisper, conspiratorially as you slid your hand into his resting on the small of your back and bring your joined hands to your thigh. "... How high the slit goes. It would be so easy for you to slide it across, hook my leg over your hip and slowly sink into me. I'd make you feel so good Din-" Din grips your hip, willing himself to gain control before he explodes.

"Stop," he warns with a devilish grin. "Or I might just have to take you in front of everyone, right here right now." You arch your back so you are now pressed up against his front, his obvious arousal poking into your lower stomach. "Mmm... Is that a threat or a promise?" You bite your bottom lip as you further press your stomach against his hardening cock. Din groans quietly before looking around the ballroom, relieved to see no one has noticed your little tease. He looks into your eyes, his own swirling with desire and love for you. He can't help the amused chuckle rumble from his chest. "You're gonna be the death of me woman, you know that?" Now he grips you by both hips, enjoying the flash of excitement crossing your face. "But what a way to go!"

[plasmara]

The good news is I FEEL like Nya's arc is heading in the direction of accepting Jay, I think the Gandalaria talk and even possibly Kai (He's 100% the person "creeping" behind Nya) will allow her to realize that people change, and we have to accept them for who they are. I actually realized this hours ago- But Jay and Nya's arcs are paralleling A LOT to Skybound (except written WAY better). Jay wants to not be associated as a "Ninja" and Nya wants him to be a Ninja, similar to Nya wanting to not be associated as dependent on Jay/Kai, but Jay wanting to be with Nya. I highly guarantee the writers will fix their relationship (I honestly trust them, especially for what they did with the Sci-Pie duo [Arin-Sora]). I just wish we got to see those 2 episodes because mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn I am interested. My prediction: Jay and Ras encounter (Jay heads back to the monastery) while the ninja battle (and probably beat) Thunderfang. Nya realizes that she must accept Jay for who he is before/during/after the battle, after some sort of talk with Gandalaria/Kai. However, since Jay is NEVER allowed a feat and Ras is fucking strong as hell, Jay gets absolutely beaten up by Ras in a great fight, as he is essentially on his death bed at the end of the season, leading for Nya to completely breakdown, crying at both his pain and her ignorance.

okay I definitely need to actually watch the episodes properly coz I didn’t even know gandalaria was back LOL . even w arin and sora’s plotline i kinda sped through it. When i tell u I just skipped through and watched the parts that looked interesting. and the parts w jay🙈

BUT ANON U R ON SOMETHING WITH THE SKYBOUND PARALLEL THAT IS SSISOSJJSNEBDHSM. ur a genius. Yes. damn i love that. But yes we know it’ll end well because duh this is ninjago i just hope the way they get to that happy ending makes sense

[kasagia]

right hand IV mini spoiler?🤭

One spoiler may be that I'm doing everything I can to get IV published this week, on Friday at the latest (and I'll probably do it, keep your fingers crossed for me). 😅🙈

But here is a fragment of part IV: 😈😈

(...)

"Yeah… he can be quite a pain in the ass." You nod, shifting your gaze to Feyd. He danced with Irulan. You try to ignore the pang in your heart, and without thinking much, you reach for two glasses, handing one to Fevas. The two of you make a quick toast, and you're relieved to feel the burning sensation of the alcohol masking the unexpected bitterness you feel.

"Well, since he's busy... will you allow me the immense honour of having my toes trampled by you?" You look briefly at the harpies, considering his proposition. It wouldn't hurt anyone if you will have a one dance with your old friend, right?

One of the harpies nods at you while the other two stare daggers at Irulan. And in that very moment, you decide that you will not allow yourself to become another of Na-Baron's harpies. You'd rather die than become the other jealous woman.

"I am better dancer than I used to be. You can get very surprised." You respond flirtatiously, offering him your hand. You giggle, rolling your eyes as he leans down and plants a kiss on it.

"Really? Impossible. The last time you danced with me, I had to go to a medic to heal my poor, trampled toes."

"And yet you still want to dance with me..." You reply teasingly as he leads you to the dance floor. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you a little too close to him for comfort. But neither of you care.

You think it's nice to feel seen and desired. It was certainly better to have a charming man like Fevas than to prop up the walls at a party. Sometimes being in the shadows bothered you. And even though Fevas was... too lively for you, right now you wanted to break out of your comfort zone for a moment. You knew he was perfect for this.

You didn't realise that the blue eyes of a certain Harkonnen were piercing your companion with a hateful look, which especially intensified when Fevas wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and leaned towards you to whisper in your ear.

(...)

"I think you've forgotten who I am to you, little witch. Say it."

"I… you are the Na-Baron." He hums dissatisfyingly, shaking his head at your response.

"Try again."

"Future Baron of Giedi Prime." Your answer was again unsatisfactory to him. You shiver as you feel him press the dagger against your chest, the tip of the blade playing with the strings holding the corseted bodice of your dress together. If he used a little bit of the dress, it would expose your breasts to his view.

"Don't play stupid, or I will punish you in front of everyone. And I wish that dirty, walking pile of muscles that had his hands on you didn't see me slapping your beautiful, little ass red. In fact, I'd rather be the only one enjoying this view, so be my good girl and tell me whose remains I'll throw to my harpies tonight?"

You hold your breath at his words. Feyd couldn't visit his harpies tonight. Not when they were supposed to be busy... getting rid of the baron's corpse. You think quickly, trying to find the best way out of the situation without condemning Fevas to a certain death. Feyd's intense, urgent gaze makes you blurt out words in an act of pure panic and thoughtlessness that you have probably never said to him before.

"No."

I hope you want more... 😊🩵🩵🖤🖤

[kit-walk3r]

The Evans as parents

Here’s something a little different 🙈 Enjoy!

Tate

I hate to break it to people but Tate would not be too involved as a dad

He’d probably be one of those dad’s who pops up every once in a while to do something fun then drops the kid back off at home and disappears for another 6 months. Obviously he can’t do that because he’s, ya know, dead but you get the vibe

Ooo, maybe Halloween is the day he does something with his kid. Since he can leave the house Tate goes somewhere, maybe the park, and meets them and they spend the day together before Tate has to go back to the house. Honestly it’s the child’s favourite day of the year and even though they do notice that their father never ages they don’t ask questions because they’re just happy to be with their dad, and Tate is happy to be with them (since it’s just one day he can have fun with them without full parental responsibilities)

⬆️ If the kid isn’t Satan. If that child is anything like Michael then Tate isn’t interested and will continue spending his days being miserable in the murder house

Kit

Isn’t it obvious? Father of the year

Kit spent a good few years as a single father between Grace and Alma’s deaths, Jude moving in (and then dying ☹️) and remarrying and let me tell you, he was the best father to those kids there could ever be

He’s mother and father to those kids. He does everything for them. He makes their lunches for school every morning, braids Julia’s hair, cooks them dinner, makes sure their clothes are washed and ironed etc., everything a mother is expected to do. He plays games with them both in the backyard, as well as with their trucks and dolls, he helps them with their homework, reads them bedtime stories. Anything those kids ask him to do he will do

When he remarries Kit is hesitant about going back to sharing parental responsibilities because he’d spent so long being the sole parent to Thomas and Julia but he slowly lets that go and welcomes you to into the family as a mother figure to the kids

He’s still the only one allowed to braid Julia’s hair though

Kyle

Kyle tries to be the best dad he can be. He didn’t have a great relationship with his own dad since he walked out on him and his mum (which Kyle hates him for since it was a catalyst for what his mother did to him) so he wants to offer his kid a much better childhood than he was given

He doesn’t have the money to buy them expensive gifts or take them on days out or vacations but he tries to make up for that in any way he can. Almost every weekend is spent out doing something that is free, like park or perhaps a museum when they’re older. He just wants to give his kid fun memories that will stick with them

Kyle’s a young parent, barely twenty, with not much life experience so he’s not perfect and he’s going to make mistakes. He has some days where he acts more like a brother than a dad which can often lead to some trouble but he’s doing his best and that makes him a good dad

He completely cuts ties with his mother after his baby is born. He can’t allow her in his life anymore when he’s caring for someone so vulnerable

Jimmy

Jimmy’s probably the most scared of being a dad, mostly because he’s scared that his kid will have hands like him and will face the prejudice and hate Jimmy has faced his whole life and that he won’t be able to protect them from it

His kid has his hands? Jimmy will teach them from day one that they have nothing to be ashamed of and that there is nothing wrong with them. He’ll instil into them that they should be proud of who they are and that they’re special.

His kid doesn’t have his hands? It sounds mean but Jimmy can’t help but feel a slight bit of relief knowing that they won’t be subjected to the things Jimmy was growing up. He’s still as protective over them as he would be if they did have his hands (especially if they’re a girl) but there’s other things he has to worry about (like someone breaking his little girl’s heart because Jimmy is that sort of a father)

Jimmy would make sure your family live a stable lifestyle. No travelling all over the country as a spectacle like Jimmy did growing up. No, you’d all live in house in a nice, safe neighbourhood where the kid(s) can make friends and have a fun, happy, loving life

James

The child would be his pride and joy but let’s be honest, James is rich and from the 20s. He’d have someone else do most of the parenting

James has plans for the child to become his little protege once they’re old enough and he wants to show them all the perfect ways to kill someone (like how he taught the other serial killers from Devil’s Night)

Even if they were just a few months old James would talk to the child as if they were an adult. He refuses to do baby talk and finds it demeaning. No child of his will be spoken to in such a way

Would definitely name that child after himself if they were a boy. James March Jr. If it’s a girl you can choose, he doesn’t necessarily care

Rory

The ‘fun parent’

Rory is essentially a big kid himself so the most caretaking he does for that child is playtime, and at the most inconvenient times. You’ve just got them settled for bed and then Rory comes in and suddenly there’s a game of hide and seek or tag playing

Rory uses his kid to help him rehearse for auditions. If they’re a baby then he’ll just sit them in front of him whilst he practices his lines and pretend they’re the casting director but if they’re older he’ll give them a copy of the script and have them play the other part

Rory will invite his kid to set all the time, much to the director’s frustration. He says it’s because they want to see what their daddy does but it’s really because he likes to show off to them, but also give them a fun day. He’ll let them meet all the other actors and stuff, give them a really fun day

Rory is definitely the type of parent who does matching halloween costumes with his kid

Kai

Kai finally has his Messiah baby

He has a rota for all the girls of the cult to take turns taking care of the child as that’s the woman’s job

He will spend time with the child and will be their dad but he won’t do any of the actual proper parenting stuff. He’ll occasionally read a bedtime story but it will be about some cult leader or something else traumatic which really isn’t appropriate for like a 4 year old but Kai decides that the kid needs to be toughened up straight away

Although he’s quite angry with everyone else, Kai tries to keep his temper to a minimum around the kid. He still clearly resents his own father and the anger and abuse he inflicted on the Anderson family and although Kai has very questionable morals he doesn’t want to be such an awful figure to his child and cause any sort of emotional hurt that could have a lasting effect on him

Austin

Even if he wasn’t taking the pill Austin would have enough inspiration from his child, who would become his muse

This kid would be so impeccably dressed, all their outfits would be perfect every single day. Austin is a fashion icon, why can’t his kid be?

Austin’s self control gets a little better once he becomes a parent. Kids are very accident prone so Austin has had to deal with his fair share of cuts and bruises, meaning he’s had to learn to control himself around blood so he doesn’t do anything stupid (like suck the blood out of their finger like Harry did)

When he’s taken the pill and is writing a new play Austin can be a little… distant. Not neglectful, just that he is so focused on his play that everything else around him is kind of irrelevant? It’s not as if he leaves the kid alone, they’re being looked after obviously, but they’re just not his number one priority when he’s in writing mode :// when he’s not writing he’s the complete opposite and that child is his world

Austin and his kid definitely do karaoke together. Move over Belle, baby Sommers is Austin’s new partner

Peter

Peter’s like Rory and is the fun parent. Remember what he was like with Billy and Tommy in Wandavision? He’s like that 24/7 with his own kid

Good luck if that child ends up a speedster like Peter. They’ll rarely be around. Peter will be racing them all the time. Sometimes he’ll let them win and then act really sad that he’s been beaten by his like 7 year old

If his kid doesn’t have super speed then once they’re old enough Peter will run around with them on his back to make them feel better about it. He even gives them their own mini goggles so they can feel more like dad 🥺

Yet another Evan character with daddy issues who wants to make sure he’s there for his kid since his dad was never there for him

Colin

Colin’s not necessarily the fun parent but he’s the softer parent

He’s the parent the kid will go to whenever they want something because they know he’ll say yes. He’s kind of a pushover like that. He can’t say no to them. He tries to, honestly. He tells himself ‘no more. I’m not letting this kid walk all over me’ but fails every time. All they have to do is pout and suddenly Colin is down $20 or is driving the kid somewhere you’d not let them go

He does have his stricter moments, but they’re rare. If the kid does something pretty serious then this side of him comes out and he will be dishing out punishments like grounding them but he hates doing it and feels awful afterwards, even though he knows it has to be done

He’d do anything for his kid and has considered quitting being a cop just so he can be at home and see them more. Honestly, he kind of struggles being a cop after becoming a dad anyway. He thinks about some of the stuff he’s seen in the past and knows he wouldn’t be able to stomach that if he saw it now he’s a parent

He’s pretty protective, but not overbearing. He’s seen how cruel the world can be and just wants his child to be safe

Dad!Colin fic based on this here

A couple of these I feel like would make cute fics. Would anyone be interested in me fleshing some of these out into oneshots? Let me know!

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Weekly Recap | April 15th-21st 2024

Warning you now that there won't be a recap next week because I'm gonna be on a birthday trip! (hello don't mind me I'm turning 30 this week 🙈). ((now that I think about it I could always post the recap on saturday. oh well. we'll see 😆))

Enjoy!

Complete

i'll fit you inside my future by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (S7E5, BuckTommy | <1K | General): "Why'd you choose that abomination of a coffee for me?" And Buck groans just to hear Tommy laugh. "Really? What even was that?" "Black coffee four sugars," Buck mumbles, kicking a stone across the sidewalk sheepishly. "Jesus, Evan." Tommy's laugh is something special, loud and unrestrained and the sound of sunshine maybe. "Why?"

wild again, beguiled again by Maira/ @mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips (Post-S7E4, BuckTommy | 1K | General): The kiss had taken him out at the knees, a rush of lips and heat and just the barest hint of teeth, the graze of stubble not his own thrilling him in a way like nothing had before. Which was ridiculous, because the kiss hadn’t even been that long. He’d had longer kisses, hotter kisses. Kisses where Buck had very nearly forgotten his own name by the time they’d ended. And yet, this one kiss still had him smiling like a fool. ... or, the one after the kiss.

I gotta get that feeling by elless (Post-S7E5 | 1K | General): Buck watches his mouth as he speaks and the way his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, and reminds himself to pay attention, because all of this is important. He wants to know everything. OR: what happens at the cafe after Buck's an eager beaver and asks Tommy to be his date at the madney wedding.

The New Normal by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Buck/Tommy/Eddie | 1,7K | General): While he had had a few drinks at the bar, Eddie hadn’t even been tipsy when Buck had blurted out those words: I think I’ve been dating both of you. That statement had settled in the middle of Eddie’s chest and burrowed into its new home, feeling so incredibly right in a way he’d never experienced before. (Part 3 of Buck's Boyfriends)

a good ally by thewolvesof1998/ @thewolvesof1998 (BuckTommy, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Tommy figures out Buck's humiliation kink by accident during sex and they explore it a bit.

everything’s growing in our garden by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-S7E5, Pre-Buddie | 2K | Teen): eddie’s growing a garden. buck might be the most firmly planted thing in it.

every part of you (simple as that) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (BuckTommy, Madney Wedding | 2,8K | General): OR: buck comes out to chris, talks to tommy about the future, has realisations about the past and finds a little peace at the wedding

Lactose Intolerance by Rianne/ @rianneeyre (Drunken Confessions | 4K | Teen): After last night's tequila shots at the karaoke bar, Buck had just gone home and rolled into his too-big, too-comfortable, too-empty bed in his too-quiet loft, and he’d— Texted Eddie. He thinks. The memory is kind of vague.

Tell Me Anything by AnnaNSmith/ @annansmith (Near Death Experience, Love Confession | 5K | Teen): Or, how Buck shattered Eddie's entire world one night by confessing his love to him.

we don't know where this is going now (don't be afraid of heights, let me open your heart wide) by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Post-S7E5, Tommy POV | 5K | General): Tommy cuts their first date short, but to his surprise he gets a call from Evan just a few days later.

Despite it all, I'm Happy by InsaneJuliann/ @marvelingjules (Established Buddie, Post-S4, Secret Relationship | 6K | Teen): Something's up with Buck, but he's not telling. No one else even seems to notice all the faked smiles and laughter, not like Eddie does. But he's afraid of pushing too hard. He's happier, lately. Chris, his family, the team - and especially Buck - make him happier than he's been in a long time. Eddie doesn't want to put that all at risk. Not now, while it still feels so new. (Part 12 of The Evolution of Buddie)

Be Yours if You'd be Mine by InsaneJuliann/ @marvelingjules (Established Buddie, Post-S4 | 5K | Mature): Things with Buck are good. Sure, Eddie's pretty sure that some days Buck is still hiding something from him, and sure, their relationship is still a secret to their friends. But there are moments where Eddie can only feel how right it is, Buck in his life, with his family and with Chris. And Eddie may not be able to put a word to the feeling he's been having lately, but he knows that his relationship with Buck isn't going anywhere. At least, Eddie was sure of that until he potentially fucked things up. Now, he's not sure where they stand, precisely. He's not sure if he's what Buck really wants, or if Buck's second guessing. They need to talk. The thing is, talking and vulnerability has never been Eddie's strong suit. (Part 13 of The Evolution of Buddie)

somebody i can kiss by Rianne/ @rianneeyre (Christmas, Getting Together, Post-S5 | 7K | Explicit): Buck might be a little touch-starved. And he knew that, but he was not prepared to deal with how the knowledge would interact with his newfound awareness of his crush on—no, realistically, his undying love for Eddie. Because now, whenever he sees Eddie, Buck just wants to shuffle close, bury his face in Eddie’s neck, and hold him. Every second he spends with his best friend, he’s either picturing that, or he’s imagining Eddie’s mouth on his dick, Eddie’s hands on his skin, Eddie’s fingers in his mouth— Anyway. The point is, he should not spend Christmas on a fucking sleepover with Eddie. But he’s gonna.

A Brief Interruption by Leslie_Knope (S7E5 Spec, BuckTommy but Buddie Endgame | 8K | Teen): The restaurant door squeaks again, which Buck ignores, but it’s accompanied by a little noise, just a hitch paired with a small intake of breath, which would be completely unremarkable if not for the fact that Buck has heard that sound a thousand times and would recognize it anywhere. He turns his head, abruptly enough that Tommy’s mouth briefly mashes against his cheek. “Eddie,” Buck says, his voice squeaky and weird. His brain is just pure static, partly from the kiss and partly because Eddie is standing six feet away, eyes wide, staring like he’s never seen him before.

Take These Little Pebbles One by One by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Post-S7E5, Endgame Buddie | 9K | Teen): Eddie tells Buck nothing will change between the two of them, except it does. He feels Buck quickly slipping away so he starts to steal pieces of him back. Literally. Or, the one where Eddie has a couple of come to Jesus moments courtesy of Christopher and Tommy, a bit of an emotional breakdown, and a lot of feelings about Evan Buckley’s dentist appointments and where his socks belong.

all I want (your eyes on mine) by bigfootsmom/ @bigfootsmom (Buck/Tommy/Eddie, PWP | 10K | Explicit): Buck is lying there, Eddie instantly recognizes the head of honey blond curls resting on the arm of the couch. But the head of short brown curls between Buck’s shaking thighs takes a second longer to place. But then they look up, blue eyes going comically wide as they lock onto Eddie. Tommy Kinard is on Buck’s couch. He’s on Buck’s couch between Buck’s thighs with his lips wrapped around Buck’s cock. The one where Eddie yearns, Buck pines, and Tommy just wants to have a good time.

🔥 give your heart and soul to charity by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Post-S7E5, Sexuality Crisis | 12K | Teen): “It’s been a while since you asked for an emergency session,” Frank says, voice even as always. “Can I ask what brought this on?” “I think I just dumped god,” Eddie says and then he bursts out laughing. He can’t control it, he knows he sounds manic, like he’s somewhere between laughter and a breakdown, edging closer to the breakdown. “Holy shit I did dump god.” “I’m going to need just a little more than that,” Frank says and his face looks torn between concern and amusement. OR Eddie dumps God, gets some more therapy, accepts parts of himself he was taught to hate, loves his best friend, and loves himself.

Buck up, Buttercup by etlagiapet/ @etlagiapet (Canon Divergent, ~S5 | 14K | Mature): “God, you’d probably make a good writer for an advice column. You’re so earnest and optimistic, and you want to help people literally all the time.” Buck blinks at her, frozen with his beer halfway to his lips. His stomach does this thing, an excited little lurch that happens when he gets ahead of himself, but he can’t help it. He clears his throat and manages to ask, “Uh, really?”

Breaking news: LA firefighters in love by AnnaNSmith/ @annansmith (Taylor POV, ~S5, Getting Together | 19K | General): “In an incredible turn of events firefighter Buckley is alive and mostly unharmed. What could have ended in a devastating tragedy finds its happy ending after all. What an absolute relief that firefighter Buckley made it out alive and that we now see-” Taylor turns around, only to come to a stuttering stop at witnessing the spectacle in front of her “-my boyfriend kissing his best friend.” Or, Taylor gets a second shot at accompanying the 118 for another segment and notices that her boyfriend is a lot closer to his best friend than she remembers.

🔥 drink the river dry by Rianne/ @rianneeyre (Post Shooting, Getting Together | 32K | Explicit): It wasn’t until they were discussing his discharge paperwork and painkiller schedules that it really sunk in for Eddie that Buck would be staying with him and Christopher. That he would be around 24/7 except for his shifts at work. That he’ll sleep on the couch, where he’s been sleeping for days now to look after Christopher. The worst part is that it’s necessary—Eddie isn’t going to be able to do a damn thing for himself for the next couple of weeks. He’s lucky if he can put a shirt on by himself a month from now. Yeah, that’s going to be a problem. Or: Eddie gets shot, breaks up with his girlfriend, and pines like there’s no tomorrow.

🔥 The Heart Opening Sequence by Leslie_Knope (Post-S3, Getting Together | 34K | Mature): Eddie’s handsome, that’s obvious, Buck clocked that the second he met him. Part of him still can’t really believe that the guy he was so threatened by at first ended up as his closest friend, which is why these weird twinges are so unsettling. Buck isn’t sure if they’re real, for one, these odd flashes of what it would be like to lean over and kiss Eddie while they’re watching a movie or brush a hand over his back while they’re in the kitchen. And for two, it’s so far out of the realm of possibility that it’s barely worth thinking about.

🔥 everything (nothing) has changed by bizarrestars (Post-S4, Love Confessions | 48K | Explicit): After Eddie gets shot, Buck confesses his love. From there, things get a little out of hand.

🔥 let it pour out of your soul series by Rianne/ @rianneeyre (Magical Realism AU, Witch Eddie | 3 works | 71K | Complete):

collectively unconsciously composed (S4E6: Jinx | 46K | Explicit): Or: in which the author re-watched Buck Begins and Jinx and thought: what if this was gayer and had actual magic?

that systematic drug (PWP | 5K | Explicit): Eddie’s mouth goes dry when he opens the door and sees Buck. He’s clean-shaven and with his hair carefully styled back, smiling at Eddie sweetly and a little teasingly. Buck is wearing his dark jeans and his light blue v-neck polo shirt, the one that’s tight enough that it shows off the bulge of his biceps and the definition of his pecs and abs. Eddie knows this shirt. Buck's favourite, because he knows he looks good in it.

something binding us together (Established Buddie | 20K | Teen): Or: Eddie plans a long-avoided visit to his parents, discovers some things about his magic, and begins to build his family a home in LA's witching community.

Podfic

🔥 [podfic] tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) by Matriaya // fic by @chronicowboy (Post-S6, Time Loop | 5-6h | Mature): "Think I can get a hug from my best man on my wedding day?" he asks, quietly hopeful in a way that makes Eddie want to tear off his skin. "Sure," Chris replies with a shrug, turning to throw Eddie a cheeky grin. "Dad, Buck needs a hug." (OR: eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia)

🔥 my certainty is wild, weaving [Podfic] by blackglass/ @blackestglitter for tuckergreeen/ @henwilsonmd (Post-S5A, Hurt Buck | 45-60min | Teen): “Eddie,” Carla says softly. “You could have called. We would’ve met you at the hospital.” He shakes his head. “No. I didn’t—uh. I didn’t go to the hospital.” He feels the way Carla’s hand goes still. “Eddie.” It’s not nearly as soft-spoken this time. “You didn’t go see him? Or Chim? Your team?” “They’re not my team,” Eddie says, almost without thinking. He winces as soon as the words are out. Or: Buck is hurt, Eddie is worried, and everything is broken.

[podfic] i was supposed to sweat you out (i think there's been a glitch) by half_bakedboy/@half-bakedboy // fic by @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Fire Academy | 45-60min | Explicit): "What's your problem, man?" "You. You're my fucking problem, Diaz." There were a lot of problems with Eddie Diaz, if you ask Buck. The guy is obnoxiously good at everything without even trying, he's too perfect, too confident. And the biggest problem of them all: Eddie's an attractive asshole that features more often than not in Buck's filthiest dreams. or; The Buck and Eddie meet at the fire academy, rivals to lovers fic.

🔥 Like Any Unloved Thing [Podfic] by ReformedTsunderePodfics/ @film-in-my-soul // fic by @hmslusitania (Urban Fantasy/Noir AU, PI Eddie, Ghost Buck | 1.5-2h | Mature): After the war, Eddie Diaz opened his own private investigation business here in LA and usually he does alright for himself. But this case, the one with the Buckley siblings, is going to crawl under his skin and stay there. It's going to change his life. He has no idea how.

[Podfic] If I Risk It All (Could You Break My Fall?) by liketherestofla, MistMarauder/@gracieryder for Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (James Bond AU | 4.5-5h | Explicit): “This is Buck,” Bobby said when Buck’s tongue refused to unstick from the top of his mouth. “Your new quartermaster.” Eddie’s eyes— brown with just a glint of green if you caught them in the right light— widened before he scanned Buck with another sweeping assessment. “You’re—” Buck had heard it all before. “Not all of us nerds are the skinny kids that used to get picked on in high school.”

🔥 Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 // fic by @ebjameston (Canon Divergent, S2, Ghost Buck, Witch Eddie | 5-6h | Teen): Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do. Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year. (Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)

WIP

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @dangerpronebuddie (Prompt collection | 30/? | 19K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

30. 70. what if i told you none of it was accidental: An accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment passes before you crash your lips back against each other's

What’s Your Order? by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Post-S7E5, BuckTommy | 3/6 | 6K | Teen): 5 Times Buck Guessed Tommy’s Coffee Order + 1 Time He Didn’t Have To

🔥 Cowboy With a One Track Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergence, Not A Firefighter Buck | 2/4 | 11K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 7 (Land): Grieving and tortured, Evan Buckley has been living alone in Montana in a remote cabin for nearly a decade. After an incident that leaves him missing six months of his life, and suddenly in connection with a group of strangers from Los Angeles, Evan must decide whether to remain in his self-imposed exile, or take a chance at life again.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 9/18 | 49K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

[thegamingcatmom]

In the middle of watching Maleficent 2 after not seeing it for years and I'm already back to being obsessed.

Seeing her so (painfully) awkward around humans has me melting every time. Like-

When King John asks her whether she had any trouble finding the castle? And her answer is a very annoyed, very hissy-

"Are u stupid or smt?"

???

...That's what she meant, at least.

C'mon.

I MEAN-

Her not knowing what small talk is and, as a result because baby doesn't deal well with being confusion, immediately resorting to thinly veiled death threats and almost violence so Diaval has to step in to prevent disaster from striking like-

BABY IS CONFUSION DON'T JUDGE HER. 😭

ALSO-

Y'all know how Maleficent is the last of the fey with the blood of The Phoenix running through her veins? So that means her offspring will continue that bloodline? So that means offspring? So that means- 🫠

ALSO-

Y'know, when I first watched this back in 2019, there was a very brief moment where I thought this movie was gonna go dark. Like, killing off every last human in that castle except Aurora dark. And I was damn ready for it, lemme tell ya. Like-

I was so damn ready for Maleficent tearing down a whole ass castle in motherly rage, not giving a damn about who got caught in the crossfire because all that mattered was getting to Queen Ingrith - the one who stole her child. And what mattered even more was getting to her child and bringing her home - where she belonged.

I mean, the ongoing conflict between the fey and the humans was the driving force behind the attack, yes. Especially after they killed Conall. But, for Maleficent, it was much more personal than that, wasn't it? She went there seeking revenge for the "loss" of her daughter, too. That was the driving force for her.

Also-

The way Maleficent threatens to go in for an instant kill here but ends up swooping over Ingrith to take out everyone else first because she wants to save the Queen for last?? She doesn't want interruptions. She wants to be able to enjoy every.damn.second. She wants to squeeze every last bit of triumph out of that moment.

And I have zero doubt that Maleficent intended Ingrith's death to be as slow and painful as possible, judging by the way she literally swaggers over to her before Aurora (sadly) interrupts proceedings:

I MEAN-

Just look at that smug face. 🫠

BUT ALSO-

Pls look at how PROUD she is here. She's like "ye, that's my daughter and ye, she needs me rn cause, guess what, I'm her MOTHER and she's MY daughter-"

But also-

Aurora, asking to be walked down the aisle: "Would you give me away?"

Maleficent, instant panic mode cause our confused baby isn't familiar with human traditions or speech so she thinks Aurora means literally: "WHA BABY I'D NEVER WHAT ARE U EVEN ON ABOUT MY PRECIOUS BABY-"

Aurora: "Down the aisle, mom."

Maleficent: "..."

Aurora: "..."

Maleficent: 😅

Aurora: 🙈

Okay but also-

If we don't get a baby-lifting scene à la The Lion King in the next movie where Maleficent proudly presents her very first grandchild to the fey folk (who go absolutely wild in response) Imma riot.

SPEAKING OF-

We know next to nothing about Maleficent 3 yet, so we don't know if Maleficent's gonna have a love interest this time around, BUT-

Listen-

While I love the dynamic between Maleficent and Diaval, I just can't see them ever becoming romantically involved with each other. They might bicker like a married couple pretty much 24/7, but they don't give me couple vibes. At all. It's more like...being each other's wingman and wingwoman (apart from being co-parents and the best of buddies ofc). Quite literally, lol.

SPEAKING OF-

I might or might not have opened a Word doc and started typing. So we'll see. ✌️

[court-jesterr]

May I please request [WET] with Rex or Gregor or Howzer or Hunter? 🤣🙈 thank you, you wonderfully talented thing you! 💕

Hello, dear friend 😅

I'd like to formally apologize for disappearing on this ask/request for so long. I feel horrible 😓...BUT, I refused to allow that to prevent me from finishing it! SO! Almost a year later, here if your request!

Honestly, I struggled so much with picking between Howzer and Gregor haha I haven't written for any of your boys you suggested before so I felt the most comfortable with Howzer. Though, if you have any more requests, I'd be more than happy to make those about the other two 😏 Also, I started this far before season 3 came out haha sooooo, I just went with what I had mostly written.

Anyway! Here you are, friend!

The Downpour

Pairing: Captain Howzer x fem!reader

Warnings: none really? A little risqué but nothing NSFW- still not entirely my forte just yet haha, but some good kissing.

Summary: Howzer is hiding himself away, on a planet that should keep him safe until Rex and Gregor can come back for him with a few other Clone Rebels. Until then, he is at the mercy of a woman Rex had contact with to keep the clone Captain fed. But Howzer is struggling with rising feelings he never knew a military man like himself could feel.

Word Count: 3k

Though on a different planet, hiding was still a top priority to Howzer, especially now that he not only had to protect himself but you, as well. It hadn’t been long since Rex and Gregor, along with a few other rebellious clones, found a secluded place for the rogue to settle. Rex had a few connections to people in the neighboring town so Howzer had someone to help supply food or whatever he may need and that was how he stumbled upon you- the one who helped far more than he could’ve ever asked. You not only supplied food but comfort when he would have sudden bouts of panic and flashbacks of seeing his brothers die in battle. Not just comfort, but encouragement, kindness, understanding…compassion. For a clone. For someone expendable. Replaceable. However, you’d told him multiple times he wasn’t, there was no way he could understand how you’d believed that. You were so unique, so breathtakingly exotic to him, and yet…the only thing that made him any different than his brothers was the scars on his face from the battles he’d seen. Nevertheless, no matter how he’d felt about what you may have seen in him, he promised to protect you with every possible effort he could muster. You made the little shack he took shelter in a home and as reckless as the thought was, Howzer fully believed that he would prefer death before he’d let the Empire take that feeling from him. But of course, you were oblivious to all of the overwhelming affection that he scarcely kept from boiling over every time you’d show up at his door with that smile that he spent nights dreaming about.

Today was only a little different…

It was a cloudy, overcast day and Howzer assumed rain would be expected at some point in the day but being new to the region he was still growing accustomed to the exotic weather patterns. So, going about his day as he normally would, while waiting for you, he busied himself with straightening up the small shack for your arrival. There was hardly room to make a mess, though that didn’t stop the clone from feeling as if he needed to make the place as perfect for you as he could, every single time. Howzer could feel his fingers fidgeting nervously, adjusting the vase of native flora in the center of the table back and forth a few times to keep his hands busy. He’d found a bush of wild flowers a day or two ago, during his daily trek of the surrounding woods, and decided that he wanted to surprise you with them during one of your regular stop-ins. The feeling you gave him was an entirely new experience for the clone, he’d only ever known war and militia- cold nights and dangerous encounters. But you gave him gentle touches and warm smiles that brought a whole new perspective to his life- a softer perspective and he craved it.

Blinking, Howzer realized he’d been daydreaming of you once again, brought back to reality by the grounding sound of heavy rain hammering the roof above his head. Glancing out the window to see if the sound matched the actual amount of rain outside, Howzer glimpsed your silhouette amongst the trees. “She’s lost her mind!” He panicked to himself as he grabbed for his raincoat by the door, rushing out into the torrent to meet you halfway. The rogue clone shouted your name over the loud rain, bounding up to you. “Howzer!” You simply greeted him with a grin that nearly toppled him. The hand over your forehead, protecting your face from the rough battering of rain, moved to wave innocently at the man approaching you.

Once in front of one another, Howzer’s breath ragged from his sprint to you, he realized that the coat was useless, noticing how soaked through you’d become despite his efforts. Taking in your drenched figure, heat rose to warm his cheeks from the cold air when he observed how the wet fabric folded over your curves. “Seems a little silly for us both to be soaked, don’t you think, Captain?” You laughed playfully as you wiped at the water in your eyes. “I mean, look at you,” You motioned to his t-shirt that was now clinging to his well-muscled torso, taking a secret moment to admire it for yourself.

“I-uh,” he fought with his thoughts, the sight of your figure distracting him from the words he knew he needed to say to explain why he’d run out to meet you. Squeezing his eyes shut to think, he chuckled out a breath at his internal struggle. “You make me a fool, cyare. That’s my only defense.” He finally muttered against the rain, meeting your eyes with a charming smile.

Perplexed by seeing his lips move but not processing what he was saying because of the loud pattering of the rain, you blinked a few times. “Sorry, Captain” you teased his title again, “I’m afraid the rain is drowning out your voice.” Leaning to look past the larger man, you then glanced up at his face to see he was fixated on your eyes. “Maybe we should head inside, then you can tell me what you wanted to say.”

-

Once inside the humble shack, you shuffled out of the soaked jacket you had tossed on before leaving. Glancing over your shoulder at Howzer, noting that he was placing his usual paranoid locks in place, you queried, “So what was it that you said out there, Howzer?”

“Oh! Uh-“ Howzer stumbled over his words momentarily, remembering exactly what he’d unintentionally let slip, and silently praised the rain for being loud enough to cover his mistaken confession. “I-I was saying that you are incredibly insane for walking all the way here in that mess of rain.” His chuckle warmed your chilled bones as he took a seat on one of the wooden chairs at the small round table you, yourself were standing near. His honey eyes glimmered against his wet hair, which was currently plastered against his forehead, “Though, I’ve come to find that your unpredictable nature is endearing.” and the boyish grin that followed after made you surprisingly bashful.

A light blush touched your cheeks as you swatted him away, “I didn’t choose to walk through the deluge out there haphazardly, ya know! It just started pouring on my way over here”, your laugh trailing off as you pulled out the rations you were supposed to be delivering. “Halfway here I realized the rations were probably ruined as well…Sorry, Howzer.” The drenched packages that slopped onto the counter from your bag gave away the condition of the contents. A pout fell over your face and Howzer could hardly keep his heart steady as he saw the precious upturn of your brows.

The captain could hear the remorse and guilt weaving through your normally bubbly voice, so he waved his hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it, we can figure something else out, mesh’la. Besides, you should know by now, the rations are nice,” he chuckled, “but the company is far more valuable to me.” You had only met a handful of clones throughout your life, many of the Clone Wars had affected the planet around you, but never yours so that left the planet more for the stationing of the clones- but very rarely. The ones you had met had seemed far more rough around the edges, more militant than Howzer was, at least around you. He was always so gentle and notably affectionate. Certainly not that you were complaining, the way he treated you was special enough to swoon you from early on. A handsome military man with a compassionate heart was hardly something anyone could deny for too long.

Especially one with such an adorable smile such as his.

“I uh-” Howzer clearing his throat brought you back as he tapped his fingers against the table, “I saw these while I was on one of my walks the other day.” A subtle gesture toward the mason jar of wildflowers brought your attention to them, “they reminded me of you so I thought I’d bring them back and, uh, see how you liked them.” His eyes flickered between your reaction and the flora between the two of you. It wasn’t the first time the clone captain had been unsure of exactly what to say around you, not by a long shot, but the current situation felt more difficult than others.

“For…me?” The sweet innocence in your voice betrayed the devastatingly sinful way the wet clothes accentuated your figure for his trained eye, so in an attempt to compose himself, Howzer fiddled with pushing his wet hair back and out of his face.

“Yeah, for you, mesh’la” he cleared his throat again to steady his growing anticipation. Watching as your beautiful eyes widened in realization, picking the jar up to inspect it closer, Howzer felt his left leg begin to bounce against the wood floor. The silence felt suffocating as you continued to run your finger delicately through the flowers, not glancing even once over at the anxious captain. It gave enough pause for Howzer to overthink his words, maybe he should’ve explained more the reason why he picked them? Perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything? Had he said too much? Or worse…were these flowers that he thought were pretty just seen as weeds on your planet and now you thought he was insulting you?

Oh, stars…what if you thought he was insulting you!

“They’re so beautiful, Howzer,” your voice was soft and wistful enough to halt every worrying thought swirling inside of him. “I can’t believe you gathered them just for me. I really appreciate that.” You held the jar close to your chest and he was met with another one of your devastating smiles that made his heart stop in its thundering rhythm. The sparkle in your eyes hypnotized him, reeling him into what felt like a world where just your smile existed. There was no Republic, no Empire, no war, no Order 66, no hiding for safety…just the dream that was so perfectly…you. In this world, there were no repercussions for how he felt. He could love you freely as his heart desired, finally know the way you’d feel wrapped up in him, he wouldn’t have to worry about you being hurt by anyone because of him.

You could properly be his, the way he wanted to be yours.

“You are breathtaking, mesh’la…”

The words caught you off guard, your eyes having traveled back down at some point to look over the floral arrangement in your hands now snapped back over to see the clone captain gazing at you lovingly, as if he were looking upon a rare star. “H-Howzer…?”

It seemed as if he were enchanted by something as he stood up from his chair, being drawn in by the longing to touch you, “forgive me, I know this is sudden,” Howzer began in a low tone, his fingers caressing your hand as he approached, removing the jar gently and placing it aside. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” the way he breathed your name elicited goosebumps across your arms, his rough fingertips chasing them up to carefully cup your neck. Brown eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort from his sudden display but he could find nothing of the such, surprise, elation, and confusion perhaps, but not an ounce of displeasure. Your wet cheeks felt warmer and warmer by the second, the restriction of the clothes that clung to your body becoming alarmingly apparent. “I could’ve chosen a better time to do this, I guess.” Chuckling as he wiped away a stray drop of rain that cascaded down your jaw to your neck where his warm hand was still settled.

“No,” your voice startled you, speaking before you even realized, “please…don’t stop. I-I…you’re very warm this close.”

“I could warm you up a little more,” the shift in his eyes was alluring as one of his hands slid back to cradle the back of your head, gently tangling his fingers through your wet hair, tilting your face up a little more to glance between your eyes and lips, “that is, if you’d allowed me, cyra’ika?” His grin melted any resolve you had to deny him for the sake of Rex and any other clones that might need their brother in top shape…not distracted by a romantic entanglement.

Your heart fluttered wildly against your chest, curiosity overwhelming you, “warm me up more?” and at his simple nod, you continued, “h-how?” Your hands finally came up to slide over his wet shirt, settling at his chest as he stepped even further into your space.

“I could tell you,” Howzer began, “or I could show you how beautiful I think you are.” he finished softer, the same fire behind his eyes. Thousands of possibilities ran wild through your mind at the offer, but before you could choose just one, hearing his gruff voice whisper your name to catch your immediate attention. “It would be an honor of mine to kiss you…please.”

Without answering, you surged upward to crash against him in a desperate attempt to quell some of the burning in your chest for the man before you. Howzer grunted at the sensation of feeling you against him finally, tasting your lips for the first time nearly bringing him to his knees. One of his hands stayed firmly at the back of your head, the other sliding down to press your lower back, pushing you further into him- craving the sensation of you everywhere. The way your lips slid against his in a fervent kiss made his head spin and the surprise of this even being reality instead of one of his many dreams caused him to pull away only a fraction to allow a whisper of your name to echo between the two of you. “Yes, Captain?” Your response was just as quiet as his, the title more of a pet name when spoken from your lips, “Don’t tell me you’re going to retreat from me now.” You always had such a sweet, innocent sparkle to your eye, and the way you gazed up at him currently with the same glimmer but this time with a haze of lust and hooded eyes made the clone captain even more resolute in his sudden decision.

“I’d be a kriffing fool, mesh’la,” Howzer pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, his tongue sliding dominantly into your mouth, claiming the treasure that was your moan. “A kriffing fool…” he repeated, almost breathlessly before he dove back in to devour you once more. The heated exchange was nearly dizzying, as he kissed you repeatedly, pulling away for only moments long enough to breathe. You’d always experienced his passion when he spoke of his brothers, the Clone Wars, Ryloth, and even Hera- the little Twi’lek girl he watched over often. But experiencing his passion in such an intimate way felt surreal and with his lips now trailing down your jaw to leave warm kisses against your neck you muttered his name through heavy breaths. “Yes, cyar’ika?” The gravel in his voice vibrated through your body.

“Wh-What do those words-” you were interrupted by a sudden gasp as he pulled aside the wet shoulder of your shirt to kiss your wet skin, “those words mean…the names you call me.”

Howzer hummed in pleasure at your question, kissing back along to your collarbone, “my Mando’a pet names for you,” he began, only stopping to speak against your cold skin, “Mesh’la,” he kissed your clavicle, “means beautiful. Which you are, to me.” Lips leaving kisses across to the other shoulder, “Cyar’ika” a warm open-mouthed kiss to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, “means darling, or sweetheart- interchangeably. And you are both of those things, my darling and my sweetheart.” His whispers only heightened the sensation of his kisses against your skin. “Cyare”, this one he paused for a moment, considering if he should give the truth of the definition to you, or what others could use the word to mean. As his lips kissed up the column of your neck, Howzer felt the way your hands gripped at the cloth of his shirt, fortifying his determination. Leaving a kiss just below your ear he whispered, “Mean beloved.” Your shuttering gasp made him smile against your skin, “which you are. You are my beloved.”

It felt like a dream as you felt him encircle you within his arms, head rising to meet your eyes once more, his damp hair, you noticed, having come to fall back onto his forehead. “You are everything I never even considered and if you’ll continue to let me, I would love to show you just how deeply I care about you, mesh’la.” His eyes spoke more than his words, the way they glimmered eagerly to shower you with his affection.

It felt as if your heart were bound to burst upon all of the sudden emotions, but you merely took a deep breath and matched his growing smile, “I would love that, Howzer. Please, show me how much you care about me, so that I may do the same for you.”

Mischief filled his smile as he caressed your cheek adoringly, “Then if you don’t, let’s get you out of these drenched clothes, what do you say?”

[livingdeadmlm]

Hey dude do you do yandere/possesive fics? And if you do can you do one about Skwisgaar x male reader lol💀🙈

Gets NSFW but not all the way, he gets a tad freaky with the branding kloakateers go through, also slight power play.

Very much implied that you the reader like him as well but I wasn’t able to represent that well, also I'm working on being more descriptive.

After going through so much in the last few days when he got a semblance of normalcy with you he refused to let go. You began to work for the band as any old kloakateer nothing made you stand out, especially with the basic uniform you all wore. The only thing that made you stick out was how often Skwisgaar wanted you to help him. So much so that whenever he called out for help no one else would make a move if you were on shift.

One thing about the job was you weren’t to take your cloak off around the members, it was to remain on for some odd reason Nathan came up with years prior. You assumed that it was because they wanted to distance themselves from you guys due to the death rate the job came with. However, this did not stop the blond from remembering you and begging to see your face attempting to lift your mask now and then. He would relentlessly flirt with you and use whatever power he has over you to have you become his kloakateer being in charge of standing outside of his door for most of your shifts. He’d be purposely not wearing much clothes any time he’d need you for something which was very often knowing him. He would play it off but being so pale the redness in his face was clear across the rest of his body.

At one point he was able to convince you to be in his room at night, which you were resistant to due to the guests he has every night but they seemingly came less and less often. It completely stopped when you gave in to sleeping in his bed with him. What better way to protect him? At least that’s what he said to convince you. However each night he held you close tucking himself into your arms head resting under your chin. You began to enjoy the attention, especially the perk of getting paid to sleep for most of your shift. At some point, he discovered your name, and he’d sing it across the large mansion-like building they lived in. On tour, you’d never be far as he demanded you always be close.

He’d refuse the other members from asking you for things, they will do it to annoy him and it truly gets under his skin when you agree to make the others a quick snack or run an errand for them. Fans of the band would attempt to hit on any kloakateer in an attempt to sleep their way to the band which made his blood boil. To see women and men alike press against you even for a brief moment. It made him feel helpless on stage to watch other men press against you like it was some sort of club and they wanted to take you home. They were taking you away from him as he performed on stage. Skwisgaar pulled you into his dressing room, long hair pulled into a ponytail as his makeup dried. He pushed his body flush against yours, hands running up your torso and resting on your chest. Your own hands rested on his hips as he began to speak.

"Lifts yours kloak." Your hands didn't dare move, though you guys have been in this intense relationship for almost a year you still abided by the contract of your job and refused to remove it. Your eyes being slightly visible through the mesh mask stared him down. He groaned lifting his hand to bring the cloak up to reveal your neck, and just like that he launched his attack on you. Bitting and stucking on any exposed skin he could reach. He pulled you in by the back of your neck feeling the scar left over that you had gotten just like every other kloakateer. The scar has long since healed but his cold hands grazing the raised skin on your neck.

It meant you were bound to the band and the contract you signed but he considered it a binding to him. You weren't going to leave but it felt now you couldn't. Your legs shook a bit as the sucking got more desperate. His moaning mixed with yours in the small room. Unconsciously his hips moved against your slow thrusts against each other felt like electricity with the biting on your neck. Your hands begin to take his shirt off in an instant he each for your belt buckle, the metal clinking gently.

A knock at the door stopped your movements but Skwisgaar kept going, tugging at your belt to get the thick pair of jeans off.

"Hey dood its like 5 minutes till show time so uh make sure you're ready."

Pickle's footsteps were muffled by the door as he walked away, Skwisgaar had an angry look on his face which made his smudged makeup look much more intentional. The hand that was once teasing your scar was already shoved in your pants as Pickles was speaking.

"Save this for whens amnst comes back." He took his hair down from the ponytail, as he made his way out of the door. You took a moment to catch your breath the feeling in your crotch practically burned and pulsated.

[nick-knackwrites]

💜 Levi Week Day 4 💜

Hello again, Lovelies! This is my submission for Levi Week Day 4: Fairytale and Marking @levievent

I apparently do not know how to write anything short and this beast absolutely got away from me - whoops 🙈 This story is loosely based on the Norwegian fairytale, Prince Lindworm, which you can find here:

Pairing: Levi x f!reader

Wc: 6.8k

Notes: Whipping - but not the fun sexy kind 💀, Marking - also not the fun sexy kind 💀, A little suggestive at the end but SFW

Tucked neatly behind the rolling Western Hills and far removed from the sprawling cities of the north, your small village was a quiet haven. Folks helped each other and lived their lives free from interference from the great noble families in the capitol. It was a simple life but it was peaceful. 

Until it wasn't. 

When the royal messenger arrived, even before he made his announcement, you knew that the peace of your nameless little village would be forever shattered. His announcement fell like a death sentence. For all intents and purposes, it was one. And on the receiving end? You. 

According to the messenger, you were to ride with him back to the palace where you would be introduced as the bride of the King's first son. 

In any other kingdom, at any other time, this would be considered an honor, especially for a simple shepherd's daughter such as yourself. In this kingdom, however, there was no worse fate that could befall a maiden. The reasons for this were not wholly clear but rather shadowed in rumor and mystery. 

Through all of the guesses and speculation, there were only three facts that could be discerned as absolute truth:

1 - On his 17th birthday, The First Son had some horrible curse placed on him that gave him a “monstrous appearance”. 

Rumors about what that means range from the practical: a horrible disfigurement of the face, to the ridiculous: red skin, horns, and a forked tail. 

2 - The Second Son had found his true love (otherwise known as a maiden whose father had deep pockets and lots of land) and wished to marry but, in accordance with the curse, would not be able to do so until the First Son was married. 

3 - Naturally, the King scoured the land for a willing bride, always keeping the details of his son's appearance secret. So far, two princesses, three noblewomen, and a wealthy merchant's daughter have all been offered as brides. None of them have been seen again. 

The rumors about what happens to them range in method but not in theme. Whether they're buried alive, drowned, or cannibalized, all theories end with the women dead. 

You were sure you would be no different. Refusing a royal order would result in your execution anyway, though, so you gave your father a hug, kissed your mother goodbye, and clumsily climbed into the small carriage, ready to face your fate.

The royal family, apparently, had a differing opinion on your readiness. Which is why you are currently sitting in a huge copper tub while a rather skittish lady's maid fills it with steaming water. 

Her hands shake as she fills a cup and pours it over your head, causing water to spill into your eyes. You both pretend that's the reason you're crying. She combs shampoo through your hair with a gilded brush that is probably worth more than all of your father's property. The cost of the rose soap she uses to scrub every inch of your body could likely feed your village for a week. 

It is only once she begins the process of rinsing the suds from your soft, warmed skin that you find the courage to speak. 

“What is he like?”

The cup splashes into the sudsy water, dropped by your startled maid. “Oh. My Lady, I am sorry but I cannot speak of him.” 

Her eyes are wide and the poor thing is trembling. You take pity on her. “Okay, I shan't ask then.” You pause and then let out a short snort, “And I am no Lady. Surely you scrubbed enough dirt from under my nails to know that.” 

“Well you be!” She insists earnestly. “You're to marry a prince after all.” 

“Am I?” 

Her face falls and she turns to grab a towel.

“Answer me that at least.” You call after her, “Do you truly believe I will live long enough to have a wedding?” 

She thrusts the towel towards you, holding it stretched between two worn hands and hides her expression behind it. “I do not know, My Lady.” 

You step into the towel and turn to face her, tilting her chin up so you may look into her eyes. “You do not know but you do think I will.” It is not a question. You can see in her eyes that this is a fact. You let out a long breath. “Because no one ever has. Why should I be different?” 

“But you are different!” The hope in her eyes is painful to look at when there is so little of it left in your own heart so you move to the large vanity on the opposite side of the room and take a seat. “That's why they chose you- all of the other women were royalty, nobility, or very wealthy and they were all . . . rejected. But you're not any of those things so maybe you stand a chance!” 

You snort again as she pats your hair dry with the softest towel that has ever graced your tresses with its touch. It is a pity that you only get to enjoy such luxuries for so brief a period. “I do not believe there is any great quality I possess that could not be found in such fine women as have already been introduced to the First Son. I appreciate your well-wishes for me, truly I do, but I fear they must be in vain. Now come, let us talk of more cheerful things. Tell me about your life here in the palace.” 

So the girl - who's name you later learn to be Mina - relates all of the latest castle gossip to you, which makes no sense to you at all, and shares all of the woes of being a member of the working class, which makes all the sense in the world. All the while, she paints your face and braids your hair into an elaborate updo that requires an alarming amount of bejeweled hairpins to fix in place. 

You think the worst of it over when she pulls out a corset. As she brutally tugs on the laces, you find yourself experiencing a change of heart and are suddenly very glad that this finery will last only through today. After the corset comes a chemise, a hoop, four petticoats, and a velvet long-sleeved ballgown in a rich purple color with a low square neckline that reveals nearly all of your decolletage.

Once all is said and done, you look nearly unrecognizable. It makes you more than a little uncomfortable but you suppose that is the point, after all. To make you as beautiful, charming, tempting as possible in the hopes that this man (if he is even still a man) will not burn you? Crush you? Dismember and torture you? Whatever it is he does with his victims. You find yourself hoping it will work in spite of yourself. 

Mina leads you through winding passages and down several staircases. The further you go, the less servants you see. The halls are empty and your footsteps echo when you reach your destination. This part of the castle is old and is not decorated with the gilded frames and fine paintings of the wings you already passed through. The stones are cold and damp and the musk of disuse hangs heavy in the air. Before you stands an enormous oak door that you cannot remove your gaze from. 

A soft touch on your shoulder and Mina's voice shake you from your stupor, “This is the South Wing - the rooms of the First Son. You are on your own now, miss. No one enters here except the First Son himself.” 

You frown, “No maids or servants?” 

Mina shakes her head. 

“That doesn't make sense though, how is his laundry done? Or - or how does he get food?” 

The only response you get is a constipated look from Mina and your heart drops somewhere below your stomach. You guess you know which of the rumors are true now. 

“Mina please don't tell me-” 

“I'm sorry, miss!” It comes out in a squeak and Mina scurries off, back the way you came. You briefly consider making a run for it but there's no way you'd be able to find your way back through the labyrinthine hallways before someone caught you and had you publicly executed. Whatever waits for you beyond the door will at the very least give you the dignity of a private death. You take a deep breath and pull the door open. It swings shut behind you with a resounding thud and you take a moment to assess the sitting room you have stepped into. A sturdy marble table takes up most of the space in the center of the room but there is a large fireplace in the back and chairs and loungers are scattered around the walls. The feeling of neglect sit heavy here too and there is a fine layer of dust covering everything except for the path from the door you entered from to an identical one on the right. 

Maybe it's the force of habit or maybe you're just delaying the inevitable but you move to the fireplace and slowly begin to load logs from the small pile in the crate to the left side. You find a matchbox on the mantle and light and stoke the fire. You rip a decorative cover off a pillow on a lounger nearby and set about ridding the room of dust. You're not sure what pushes you to do it. A drive to survive a little longer or maybe a desire to control one thing when everything else is spiraling around you. Either way you push yourself to clean the area until your face is flushed from more than just the rouge that Mina had applied and your panting breaths threaten to split the seams of your corset. 

You inspect the few bookshelves for a single crooked spine and realize that there is nothing left for you to do here. You smooth out the folds of your dress, now spotted with dust, and march to the door. 

You knock once, firmly and loudly, then stride into the room. Night fell nearly an hour ago and there are no candles lit in the sconces that you can barely make out on the walls. You step in and are proud of yourself for only jumping slightly when the heavy door slams behind you. Once your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can make out a large four poster bed directly in front of you. There is a door and a wardrobe to your right and bookshelves and a large chest to your left. A nightstand rests on either side of the bed and moonlight trickles in small streams through the gaps in the heavy emerald colored curtains obscuring two large windows on the left wall. 

There's a lump under the far window closest to the bed, big and black and dishearteningly non-human shaped. You stare at it for several moments, trying to discern what it is when it moves. A gasp escapes your lips and you take a slow step back. You still don't know what it is but quickly determine that it must be the First Son when it begins to speak in a low rumbling voice, “What do you want?”

Perhaps the cleaning had made you grumpy or perhaps you had truly lost your mind but the tone he used absolutely rubbed you the wrong way and you found yourself snapping back, “Your hospitality could use some work, Sir.” 

A sound rumbles from the thing that could have been a laugh or a scoff, “My lack of social graces hardly matters here, do you not agree?” 

You feel a frown tug the corners of your mouth down, “In fact, I do not agree. Being kind always matters.” 

“My apologies then. Allow me to try again. Welcome to my hovel, little mouse. Would you like to scream in terror or try to run first?” 

“You've given me no reason to do either thing.” You stubbornly argue. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you recognize that arguing with a being accused of the torture and murder of half a dozen women is a bad idea but you find it's easy to silence that part of you with your indignation.

“Oh?” There's a slithering sound before the lump unfurls and moves faster than your eyes can track. The curtain pulls back with a sharp swish, flooding the room with pale moonlight and the First Son circles around you coming to a stop directly in front of your face. 

More rumors are instantly cleared up for you. The First Son is not a man. Coiled around you is a wall of muscle covered in sleek black scales that shimmer like oil. One end tapers into a rounded tail and the other rises off of the floor to stare at you with surprisingly human eyes. They're gray in color and are not slotted the way an actual serpent's would be. He's bigger than any snake you've seen but not as big as the basilisks from the folktales your mother used to tell you while you milked the goats. 

His body is powerful and imposing but you find yourself more paralyzed by his piercing gaze. You feel your heartbeat thrum in your throat and with the way his nostrils flare, you're convinced he can smell your fear. 

“And now?” He taunts. “What will it be, little mouse: screaming or running?” 

The goading instantly brings back your anger and you unfreeze, scowling at him. “I have a name, you know.” You give it to him and try not to shudder when it repeats it in his low, smooth voice. 

He repeats it again, adding, “What a stupid girl to yell at a monster in his own abode.”

“I'm not stupid, I'm just frustrated.” You stubbornly insist. “I also don't appreciate being threatened, Sir.” 

“I have not uttered a single threat against you, little mouse.” 

You huff and cross your arms, “Being intimidated then.” 

“Are you intimidated?” He sounds almost amused. 

Completely, you think. “No,” you state. 

The First Son huffs and then breaks his gaze. He speaks as he glides to the opposite window and gestures to the ornate rug in front of it with his tail. “There's a hatch that leads to a tunnel under this rug. It lets out into the Darkling Woods to the north. Follow the trail there to a small village, the other girls will take you in.”

You look between him and the rug several times, putting pieces together. “The other girls. You - you didn't eat the other girls?” 

He growls, “No.” 

“And,” you look up at him hopefully, “You're not going to eat me?” 

“No.” 

“You're letting me go.” 

“Yes.” 

“You're helping me.” 

He sighs and rolls his eyes, “I'm trying to. Look right now is the best time to go - it's dark and it's in between rounds for the guards but the next shift will be here soon so you need to go qui-” 

“No.” 

“What?” 

“I'm not going. I don’t want a new life. I want to go back to my family.”

You can't go back.” He sounds regretful, “You'll be put to death if they know you left here without marrying me.” 

“Well that won't do.” You cross your arms and turn back towards the door to the sitting room. “Come on, let's have it all out then. I've got a fire going next door.” 

His eyes are wide with shock. “You have what?” 

It is your turn to sigh. You look back over your shoulder as you exit the room. “A fire. Now let's go. I have questions and I believe I am entitled to your answers.” 

With that, you stalk over to one of the big armchairs placed to the side of the fire and plop down rather inelegantly. The boning in your corset digs into your hips and belly, forcing back upright just as quickly. Annoyed and frustrated with a great many things, you stand to remove your dress and then rip the damned thing off. The ridiculous layers of fabric underneath follow until you are left in the chemise. You dump the clothing next to the fireplace and call back to the bedchamber, “I haven't got all night! Well I suppose I do but I don't like to be kept waiting and shall be very cross with you if you continue to make me do so!” 

The First Son slowly enters the room and folds himself into a pretzel of sorts on the rug in front of you, next to the roaring hearth. He gives your discarded clothing a rather pointed glance but you ignore it in favor of studying him. In the light, you can see that scales on his belly and underside are not black but a dull gray color, reminiscent of his stormy eyes. He turns those eyes to you and they look completely lost. “What have you done with this place?” 

“Well someone had to take care of it and it obviously wasn't going to be you.” 

He shoots you a glare, “My bedchambers are immaculately clean. I just don't ever come in here.” 

“Well you should. Perhaps if you spent more time cultivating manners and less time brooding in your bedroom, you would have found a wife by now and neither of us would be in this mess.” 

“Little Mouse, no amount of charm could save my wretched appearance. No one would be mad enough to marry me no matter how gentle my manners.” 

“Well we need to find a woman mad enough and quickly.” 

“What?” 

“Keep up!” You snap. “We need to get you married so I can go home without being killed and you can stop pretending to devour helpless maidens. We both get want and we never have to see each other again. Let's get cracking on a plan.” 

“Little Mouse, you are more stupid than I thought. Do you honestly believe anyone will marry me when I look like this?”

“How did you get to be like this, anyway?” It's a blunt question and is probably too bold but you're too tired to try to find a more diplomatic method of asking. 

“Story is that my father tricked a witch into giving him some of her magic flowers. When she learned she'd been deceived, she tried to curse him but he used the flower's protection so the spell ricocheted and hit me instead.” 

There's silence for a while and then your mouth opens seemingly without your consent. “That's shit.” 

The First Son reels back, “I'm sorry?” 

Never one to back out, you double down, “That's shit. Your father messes up and you pay the price? Complete horseshit.” 

Amusement laces the First Son's tone when he asks, “They didn't find you in some nobleman's house like those other girls, did they?” 

You flush, remembering too late that a real lady would never curse in front of royalty. “Well, no. They dressed me in those fancy clothes but I am no real lady. I'm the daughter of a shepherd. I'm sorry if my language offended you but I don't take back what I said and I'm not sorry for who I am.” 

His lips curl up in what might have been a smile on a human face but, frankly, it just looks like a horrifying grimace on his. “I'm not offended by your language and I would never ask you to change who you are, Little Mouse. Besides, you're right. It is shit.” 

You smile at him, “So how do we undo this?” 

His grimace/grin falls, “What?” 

“If we wanna get you married, which we do so I can go home and you can stop being miserable and pathetic, we've got to make you human again. To do that, we need to break the curse. So how do we break the curse?” 

“We don't. We can't.” 

“Sure we can! There's always a way to undo spells. We had this old crone that passed through our village each spring and one year, she turned my neighbor into a newt! It took a couple of weeks and we had to find a lot of peculiar ingredients, but eventually we made a concoction that turned him back. So, how do we undo this one?” 

“If we can, no one knows how.” His tone is positively glum.

“That's shit too.” 

“What is?” 

“Your attitude! We'll think of something, Mr. Gloomy Gills.” 

“Gloomy Gills?” 

“If you get to call me ‘Little Mouse’, I can call you something silly too.” 

He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like ‘stupid girl’. “You know snakes don't have gills right?” 

You didn't. “Well I can't keep calling you ‘The First Son’ in my head. It's pretentious and time-consuming.” 

“You could call me by my name, then.” 

“Well maybe I would if I knew it.” 

“Levi.” 

“Levi. Hmm, seems fitting enough. Will you call me by name now, please?” 

He pretends to consider it, “No. I like Little Mouse much better.” 

“Levi!” You scold but he is already slithering back to his corner of the bedchamber. 

“Goodnight Little Mouse.” 

And so begins your unlikely friendship with Levi, the Cursed First Son. 

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You don't get along very well at first. Levi is surly and you're quick to anger and there are lots of spats between the two of you. There's nowhere else for either of you to go though so you learn to work through your differences rather quickly. The gaudy dress and god-awful corset are vehemently disposed of before dawn fully breaks the first day. Levi informs you that there are some old pants and shirts of his that you may wear in the wardrobe and while the sensation is strange at first, you are delighted in the freedom britches give you and are prepared to swear off dresses forever.  

By the end of the second day, you have each discovered all of the things that most vex the other and have spitefully used them as much as possible. You also realized that Levi calls you ‘stupid’ nearly as much as ‘Little Mouse’ and that neither nickname will be going away anytime soon. 

By the end of the third, you have learned how to apologize to each other. You are grateful for this as it seems likely to be a skill that will be used often. 

The end of day four sees you swapping stories from your past and sharing hopes for the future. This one surprises the both of you but it also feels good to establish a camaraderie of sorts. 

Day five is where you learn that Levi despises dancing and filth but adores his mother and teas of all kinds. His mother passed away when he was little and according to his stories she was an absolute Saint. You wonder if it balanced out his father being the world's biggest dickhead but don't voice it. 

Day six is when you stub your toe on the table and Levi learns exactly how unladylike your vocabulary truly is. You suspect that this knowledge endears you to him. 

By the end of the first week, your friendship has solidified and you have agreed to rope Mina into your plans to free Levi from his ill-earned fate. Though hesitant, Mina agrees to help and is soon galavanting across the kingdom in search of witches and answers. 

By the end of the second week, she's found them for you. 

You had spent the week exploring the Darkling Woods with Levi, learning to make tea using a fireplace instead of a stove, and learning more about this fascinating creature that had become your housemate. You had settled into a comfortable routine with him which is why the knock at the door startles you so fiercely. Levi had been lounging in front of the fireplace, warming his scales. You found yourself in a position that had rather quickly become familiar, sitting with your knees to your chest, leaning back against Levi's muscular body as you read one of the many books on his shelves. You weren't a very strong reader, having not received any sort of formal education, so Levi had been teaching you in the mornings. You peel yourself away from the smooth scales to admit Mina. She doesn't come near the fireplace, still too frightened by Levi's appearance. You can't exactly blame her for feeling afraid but you do inwardly roll your eyes at the dramatics. She knows he's not going to eat her so it seems silly to insist on maintaining distance. Your mood brightens at the news she has brought, though. 

“I found a woman who claims to know the cure.” 

“What did she say?” 

“She said,” Mina glances nervously at Levi, “She said that the monster has to be beaten out of him.”

“Beaten out of him?” You repeat. 

“Yes.” 

“So, what, am I supposed to start punching him until he's normal?” 

“She-,” Mina's voice breaks and she clears her throat to try again, “She recommended a whip.” 

“A whip?” You hate that your disbelief is making you sound like a broken record but you can't help it. 

“That's what she said.” 

“No.” Your voice is firm and final, “Absolutely not. We're not going to-” 

“What else did she say Mina?” Levi speaks for the first time since her arrival. 

Mina turns to him and swallows heavily. “She said that you need to beat the monster but nurture the man. At the end of each week, you'll need to beat him until his scales crack. Then bathe him in warm water and let him soak until he -,” another swallow, “until he sheds his skin. Once you get through all of the monstrous layers and he sheds for the last time, he'll be human again.” 

“No.” Your voice is thin. “No, that's - thats terrible. There has to be another way. Mina can you-” 

Levi cuts you off again, “Mina please fetch a whip from the stables.”

You turn to him desperately, “No, Levi, please -” 

He interrupts again, this time with your name - your real name. “This is my choice.” He explains gently. “It is my curse and my body so it is my choice.” 

Tears run unbidden down your face, “I can't possibly-” 

“You can. And I'm sorry but I have to ask you to. Please.” 

Your eyes do not stray from his for a second when you say, “Mina, get the whip.” 

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The first crack echoes off of the walls of the washroom and you are convinced that it will ring in your ears forever. Levi doesn't make a sound but you whimper like a kicked puppy. His scales bear no mark from the hit. 

He grits his teeth. “Little Mouse, you're going to have to do better than that.” 

“I don't want to hurt you.” Your voice is almost a wail. 

Levi sighs heavily, “I know, love, but you must. It's okay, I can take it.” 

You jolt a little at the pet name, one you've never heard him use before, but you're too stressed to dwell on it further. You steady your hand and snap the whip forward once more. This time, the crack is accompanied by a sickening crunching sound and you see a crevice in the shimmering scales where the whip landed. You press on. 

Levi hardly flinches through the lashing but by the end he is grunting in pain and there is blood running between the wounds threaded throughout his scales. You're sobbing and apologizing over and over like it's a mantra as you fill the tub with water warmed by the fire and help Levi crawl into it. 

Beat the beast, nurture the man. Nurture. You gaze hopelessly at his pitiful form curled up in the bottom of the copper basin. You have no idea how to nurture that which you have already harmed. You think of your mother, combing her hands through your hair when a girl from the village had hurt your feelings. You remember the hug given from the same child when you twisted your ankle in a race. You think of Levi, wrapping you up in his tail to make you more comfortable as you read. 

With a final sob, you sink to your knees and plunge your hands into the water. Gently, you rub the scales you had split open, removing loose shards and cleaning the blood. When moving up above the injured area causes Levi to let loose a soft contented hum, you become bolder, allowing your fingers to glide up and down the expanse of his muscular body. He is almost purring and you stifle a giggle as your hands move to the white scales on the underside of his body as well. 

You're beginning to think that you've got the hang of this nurturing thing and are feeling quite pleased with yourself. That illusion is almost immediately shattered when you feel Levi's entire body go tense under your fingertips. 

“Levi?” You question softly. 

Levi lets out a small pained sound and turns his face away from you so that he is speaking to the wall when he says, “Little Mouse, I think you should go now.” 

“Have I hurt you again?” Guilt floods your mind. 

“No,” he denies, though his voice is strained. “You just - you should go. I am - it's -” he huffs, “It will take some time for the skin to shed. You should get some rest.” 

You've never seen him this flustered and you worry about leaving him on his own after all he has endured. “Are you certain?”

“Yes!” The word is out almost before your question ends and it is much too loud for the small room the both of you occupy. He clears his throat and in a much more appropriate volume level bids, “Goodnight, Little Mouse.” 

You go to bed feeling more confused than you did on your first day here and dream of a man with hair the color of shimmering oil who wraps you in his strong arms and calls you ‘love’. You remember none of it in the morning. 

The rest of the weeks pass by much the same. You read and converse with Levi and take walks through the Darkling Woods. Though those are less frequent now as they make Levi weary. You make tea and talk about your dreams for the future. And each Saturday night, you whip Levi until he is bloody and raw and then run soothing circles into his shedding scales. You think it should get easier each time but find that it becomes more and more difficult instead. 

Talking about returning to your family also becomes more difficult. You can't figure out why until Levi slips up and calls you ‘love’ instead of ‘Little Mouse’ again after his fourth lashing. You feel like you've been struck by lightning and it suddenly all makes sense. You're elated and terrified all at once and you know you have to tell Levi what you've discovered right away. You keep yourself up all night determining how to. 

Once the first few weak rays of sunlight grace your windows, you slide to the floor and place a gentle hand on his snout. “Levi, Levi. wake up please. It's important.” 

He cracks a single eye open at you and heaves a sigh that shakes his entire coiled body. “Little Mouse, what could be so important that it could not wait for the sun to make a complete appearance.” 

“I think I found a way that we can both get what we want without having to keep hurting you.” 

He groans and twitches the curtains open with the end of his tail. “Little Mouse, we have already discussed this. There is no way for you to go home unless I am married and there is no way I can find a bride in this form. I know you don't like it but we have to keep going.” 

“That's just it,” you're blinking rapidly, a nervous habit, “that's not what I want anymore.” 

If he had eyebrows, you're sure one of them would be cocked in disbelief. The emotion comes through strongly enough in his tone anyway, “You don't want to go home?” 

“No.” There is not a single hint of doubt in your answer. You've thought it through and you're certain. 

“And why not?” 

“Because,” you can feel the blood rushing to your face and you fight to maintain eye contact, “I found something that I love more.” 

His eyes narrow, “You found some-” then widen as he realizes what you've just confessed. “Little Mouse,” it sounds as though the words are being punched from his throat, “you cannot mean that.” 

“I do.” There is no doubt here either. Levi hears it and sees it in your eyes and rushes toward you. You laugh at the sensation of being squeezed on all sides and just barely catch Levi muttering, “You foolish, insane, wonderful, stupid girl.” 

You wrap your arms around him, just below his head and smile giddily to yourself. You frown when Levi releases you and pulls away. “This doesn't solve our problem though. We still have to carry on the beatings for me to be human.” 

“Well, we were trying to break the curse so someone would marry you and I could go free but I don't want to go free and I'll marry you regardless of what you look like so it doesn't really matter any more does it?” 

You panic when he just stares at you blankly. “I mean, only - only if you'll have me, of course. I would never want to force you into marrying me and I'm sorry if I-” 

You've never been so grateful for someone cutting you off. “You'd marry me? Right now? Like this?” 

You shrug helplessly, “Well, yeah. I love you.” 

You frown as you realize that he never said it back. “But if that's not how you feel or what you want-” 

He laughs, a big belly laugh that you've never heard from him before, “Little Mouse, I'd have to be stupid to not return your feelings after all we've shared these past few months. Of course I love you.” Your heart skips a beat at the words but he's not finished, “Which is why we have to continue. You deserve a normal human partner and a normal life. I want to give that to you.” 

“All due respect, but you are the heir to the throne.” You laugh, “You could never give me a ‘normal’ life, Levi.” 

“Does that bother you?” He asks. 

“No.” You run a hand down his snout causing his eyes to slip closed, “And neither does this.” 

“Hmmm. Well it does bother me. I want to be human again. Besides,” he opens his eyes and there is a hunger in them that you have not seen before, “there are a great many things that I should like to do to you that I cannot while in this form.” 

Heat rushes somewhere below your navel and you swallow heavily before replying, “I'm sure we could manage.” 

His eyes close again and he groans, nudging your shoulder with his head. “You'll be the death of me,” he whispers into your collarbone. His forked tongue flicks to lick at your throat - once, twice - and you are ready to put your words to the test but he pulls away and insists, “Which is fine as long as we restore my humanity first.” 

So that is exactly what you set out to do. You half expect everything to change after your confession but nothing really does. You still make tea and read and talk and explore. 

However, there is now a thick undercurrent of desire to everything that you do and your mind is cloudy with lust more often than not. You pray fervently that each lashing will be the last. 

Your prayers are answered after only two excruciating weeks. 

You wake to find the spot on the floor where Levi sleeps vacant. You tiptoe to the drawing room but he isn't there either. You pad to the bathroom next and are about to turn to leave when you don't see him only to realize that he is there and you did see him. You just didn't recognize him. 

He's standing - on two human legs - in front of the large looking glass fixed over the sink, staring at his reflection. You find yourself staring at it as well. His hair is the same inky black as his scales but it looks much softer and is undercut with a longer top layer parted down the middle. His skin is pale and his heart-shaped face is angular with features that somehow look both delicate and sharp. He's dressed himself only in a pair of loose fitting linen britches and an expanse of solid muscle is presented to you in the lower portion of the mirror. He is beautiful. You're ogling, and you know it's rude but you can't stop. Levi catches your gaze in the corner of the mirror and one side of his mouth pulls up into a very attractive smirk, “Hello, Little Mouse.” 

The voice is the same as is the warm look in his striking silver eyes and before you know what you're doing, your feet are leaving the ground at such a speed you feel like you're flying. You launch yourself across the last few inches and he catches you effortlessly, squeezing you in his arms and twirling you around the bathroom floor. 

You think this is the happiest you have ever been, will ever be, but then he is kissing you and it feels like joy is exploding out of your chest. He kisses your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your neck, and then moves back to your lips. He is everywhere and you are on fire and you never want to stop but you have to part for air eventually. When you do, your hands release his face and slide down to his back where they are met with raised ridges. You frown and push away, forcing him to turn around as he does. 

“Oh, Levi.” You place one hand over your mouth as the other runs over trails of raised skin and patterns of older scars. The lines stretch and intersect in a horrifying pattern that covers every inch of his back and you instantly know what caused them: You. His back is a map of every single blow you landed on him while he was still in snake form. “I'm so sorry, Levi, I'm so so sorry.” 

You feel like you're going to be sick and stagger backwards, trying to put space between the two of you. 

Levi gives his back a single cursory glance in the mirror and shrugs, stepping forward and closing the distance again. “I'm not.” He wraps his arms around you and smiles. “Stupid girl,” his voice is so overwhelmingly fond, “I don't care about the scars, Mouse.” 

“But I-” 

“Left your mark on me. In every possible way. Now I have a physical mark as well.” He shrugs again. “To be honest I kind of like the idea of being marked as yours.” 

You bury your face in his collar bone. “You know that's not what I was trying to do, though, right?” 

He laughs and it thrums through your skull. “I know. Doesn't stop it from being true though.” He lifts your face and kisses you soundly. “I love you and I don't care about the scars. I spent ten years of my life as a giant snake. I can handle being a little ugly now.” 

He begins kissing a line down your jaw as you protest, “It's not ugly! You're not ugly - you're so beautiful and they're beautiful, I just,” you gasp as he finds a spot below your ear that has your knees turning to jelly. “I just feel bad for putting them there.” 

“Hmmm.” Levi begins to suck on the spot in earnest and your legs actually give out on you. You feel him smile against your skin as he catches you and holds you against him, never stopping his work on your neck. The feeling of his lips, tongue, and teeth is nearly all-consuming but you are distantly aware that he's walking you both back toward the bedroom. “Well then, I suppose I need to even the score and give you some marks of my own.” 

You're too turned on to give any kind of intelligent response to that and find that you remain in that state for the rest of the morning. Every morning after is spent in much the same state as well. 

You never thought you could feel this good about being so utterly, blissfully, stupid.

[briarfox13]

So after 80+ hours I've finally finished Dragon Age: The Veilguard! And boy do I have some thoughts (it's going to be a long post, sorry)

SPOILERS AHEAD

Firstly what an incredible journey from start to finish, I laughed, rejoiced and cried along the way. I loved it so much! The main story was engaging, and some of the side quests are the best Bioware has ever made.

However, I do have some criticisms with the writing and some lore. The beginning feels rushed, I wish we had more time before shit hit the fan. The faction backgrounds sound awesome and I wish we'd played those as a prologue and met Varric through those rather that tiny scene we got.

And I do wish the game was darker in some aspects. It felt weird that as an Elf I could just wander around Minrathous without a single problem, even the Venatori didn't comment on my race? Which felt off. Never thought I'd say this, but I miss the dark political plot points that the other games had (Looking at DA II here).

Expect The Blight, that was incredible, disgusting was just what I wanted to see.

I also don't like the concept of Ancient Elvhen magic being like advanced tech? I'm not fond of that. I play DA for the fantasy not the sci-fi. But that's a minor nit-pick.

But damn, Act 3? That was an explosive, incredible set of quests, and those twists broke my heart 😭 IYKYK

Honestly though, it's hands down one of the prettiest game I've played since probably Metro Exodus.

The environments, the lights and atmosphere is top notch; I know it wont happen but I'd kill for an Origins remaster with this engine (and combat system). The combat is my favourite so far.

Music is pretty but kind of unremarkable, Trevor Morris' Inquisition music was a 100% times better and more memorable, they should have stuck with him.

No offence to Mr. Zimmer but all his music sounds the same to me 🙈

The Grey Wardens, my babies are back ❤️ They've been my favourite faction in gaming since Origins and I'm so happy to finally play another Warden.

The reactivity was just amazing, I felt so connected to the plot by playing as one, especially with the Blight plotlines. Declaring for the Wardens at the end made me cry 😭 In War, Victory!!

And finally some good Grey warden armour!! XD I hated DA II and DAI's armour for them with a passion XD

Emmrich my love 💚

While I think it's too short (please Bioware add more romance content, I'm begging 🥺) I haven't loved a Bioware romance like this since Garrus'. (Sorry Alistair I still love you but, you're now joint second with Emmrich)

His romance was so sweet and charming, it felt so real. And so beautifully written; as someone who finds necromancy and death in religion fascinating but the reality of death terrifying, Emmrich was perfect for me.

I just adore it so much, I'm way too attached to him and my Rook 💚🥹 And obviously Manfred my son

To let you all in on a secret, even before I booted up Origins for the first time (2015) I was originally a Solas girlie (thanks to the internet) and now just under 10 years later I am so happy to have a happy ending to his and Zephyr's story 🥹❤️

I wish they interacted more with each other, and we'd got more about Solas' love for the Inky but ultimately I am happy with what we got. After all it wasn't entirely their story.

But, what I am not happy about is the Inky's personality. I respect it's kind of a soft reboot, but only 3 choices and none of them about how the Inky was like? Zephyr would never in a million years work with Morrigan (even with her Mythal fragment). It just didn't feel quite like my girl (even though I was happy to see her).

I do wish we'd got a couple more choices when making the Inky to make them feel more ours than slightly generic.

So finally, I will say that personally I adore this game, it's not perfect by any mile but I had fun, and that's important to me. It might even be joint top with Origins as my favourite DA game!

I've always been a Mass Effect girlie, but Dragon Age is important to me too. And I'm so happy to finally see a new DA release that has somewhat succeeded.

Now I'm done, do expect Tabitha spam! I'll make sure to tag them with spoilers for those who haven't finished/played!

And to my non DA followers, I'm very sorry about my current hyper-fixation (blame the ADHD) but bear with me! I have some tasty Halo art pieces cooking in the background 👀