#even war generals need their nap times

[slushy-sash]

eepy little general

(based on this cute message from him, he just like me fr)

[brainmuncher]

A mis-text-derstanding

After a long night of patrolling around Amity, Danny damn near collapsed onto his bed. His back ached from a stray ectoblast and his eyes felt heavier than a mountain. Technus had done something to the technology around the town. At random a piece of technology would suddenly go rogue with a virus the ghost implemented. The virus would make the item try to capture anyone in the vicinity using any means necessary. So Danny had been doing regular patrols around town to catch anyone who needed help.

That also means that his sleeping time had been radically reduced. Without even the energy to lift his head, Danny patted around for his phone. Once he finally found the device he hefted himself on his side with a groan. It was a new phone since he was the first casualty in Technus’ plan. Thankfully, Sam had given him another so his parents wouldn’t try to make him one. (Who knows what kind of ‘anti-ghost’ protection they would’ve put on it.)

Tucker had promised that he was working on fixing the virus going around. Hopefully, he had some kind of good news to share. As soon as Danny went to message him he realized he hadn’t downloaded their chat app to the new phone. With a sigh he knew that he would just have to use normal texting but with careful codewords.

Putting in Tucker's number with a yawn, Danny sent the first message.

‘It’s your undead bro. The night out tonight was killer. Any news on the techie progress?’

Danny smashed his face into his bed with a sigh after hitting send. Knowing Tucker he was probably face first in his laptop and won’t notice the message for a bit. He could probably just close his eyes and…

Before he could even consider taking a nap there was a generic jingle from the phone. He should really get to fixing that. Tuck deserves a much better ringtone than some bells.

‘Nothing noteworthy yet. It's harder to crack than normal but nothing I can't handle. Do you need me to take over for tomorrow?’

‘Also why aren't you using our chat?’

Danny squinted at the screen with a slight frown. It had been a while since Sam or Tucker tried to go out in his place. They learned pretty quickly that it made Danny way too anxious to have them out there without him. Something about not being there to protect them if they got over their heads made Danny’s chest ache. 

And of course, Tucker noticed that he wasn’t using the app he made. It was a bit glitchy at times, but what tech wasn’t when it came to Danny? Not only was it secure, but it became an easier way for them to establish a timeline for filing. Jazz had been the one who realized that they didn’t have steady information on not just the rouges but the events of the fights. It became a staple to write out what happened and what went wrong after hearing her lecture about it.

‘Don’t have it on this phone yet. And you know how I feel about you being out there.’

Danny watched the screen for a bit, waiting to see if Tucker would reply immediately again. His mom probably caught him on his computer all day and was forcing him to separate himself from it for a while. It wasn’t an uncommon thing for Ms. Foley to do.

‘Yeah yeah, Mr. Possessive. Do you need me to walk you through how to get it again?’

Snorting at the pun, Danny easily replied. If Tucker was feeling sassy enough to joke about that, then he would push some buttons back. It was a simple banter that they sometimes fell into.

‘You know how I get with technology. I’m more likely to break something. Especially since this phone is so new. Whatever happened to flip phones?’

Danny snickered to himself at the message. Tucker had an ongoing war between new and old technology. While he loved his PDA he also admired some of the top-of-the-line devices. It was like the past and the future mixed in his friend's room. He would gush about the new devices but also gush about the older ones that still had functions that the newer ones lost. But flip phones? That was the only technology he knew that Tucker hated. It was the worst of both worlds for him. He’d been so excited when Danny’s flip phone was bricked by Technus’ virus.

‘I’m going to ignore that you said that.’

‘Also there’s going to be trouble in the park near you tomorrow. I’m already planning on going. Do you want in?’

Scooting up from his lounged position, Danny started to write back his reply.

‘Of course, I’ll be there. Don’t need you to go in alone and join the dead. Unusual for him to leave his plans there though. That’ll be fun to write in the report.’

The image of Jazz reading about that brought a smile to Danny’s face. She always found it interesting when one of the ghosts would change a long-time behavior. The fact that Technus was able to keep this rather on the down low would guarantee her interest. He was always one to blatantly announce his plans to the world to hear. Even though it’s a bit of a pain that he’s learning to keep things to himself it would peak Jazz’s curiosity, which made it bearable.

‘It is weird. And don’t remind me about the report. I still have the one from last week to write and I don’t want to do it.’

That made Danny laugh to himself a little. Last week the lunch lady tried to embrace the Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian life. In the overflow of food, Tucker had gotten trapped in veggies. He was visibly green from having to eat some to escape. Sam had been excited about it at first before she saw how much food was being wasted. She ended up getting attacked for trying to explain the damage overconsumption and food waste could bring.

‘You looked like you wanted to vomit afterward. Well, at least we are prepared this time. We don’t always get that chance.’

Danny stretched out his stubborn limbs, feeling himself try to sink into the darkness. He’d have to end the conversation sooner rather than later. At this rate, he wouldn’t have a choice on whether he was taking a nap or not. At the familiar sound of bells, he looked back down at the conversation.

‘Unfortunately. Well, I’ll be finished by the time we meet at the park. I know you usually like to sleep after a long night.’

The reply made Danny’s core feel fuzzy with happiness. Tucker always knows him so well. He doesn’t know what he did to get such a fantastic best friend. It was at times like these that Danny knew he was so glad that they were in this together. With two of his best friends at his side, it made being a vigilante so much easier to bear. 

‘Thanks. Remember that not just the dead get to sleep. Don’t push yourself. Goodnight.’

With that, Danny felt comfortable with setting his phone down to get changed into pajamas. It ached on his back to take off his shirt, but Jazz would be disappointed in the morning if he didn’t. She always got that pinched look on her face when he didn’t take care of himself to her standards. Her standards weren’t exactly high up either so it made him feel extra upset when he missed the mark.

Being careful to not lie on his back, Danny got back into his bed. He curled himself into the blankets with a small smile. One last chime of bells rang out in the room, probably from Tucker saying goodnight back. Picking up his phone, he opened up the lock screen and looked at his messages.

Instead of a goodnight, his stomach dropped as he realized a different number messaged him. A very familiar number.

‘Hey dude! I know you had to get a new phone so this is me. Not only did I figure out how it’s spreading, I think I finally found a way to get rid of the virus.’

Practically throwing himself off the bed, Danny got to his feet. Both his back and his mind screamed at him as he looked over the message. He tapped back to the one he’d just been replying to, finding his heart stopping at the string of numbers. One of the area code numbers was a six instead of a nine. He’d been messaging a stranger this entire time.

Looking back at the messages he convinced himself that it was fine. He was vague enough to not be recognized. It wasn’t like this person was from Amity. They won’t recognize the correlation between him and Phantom. Surely the other person wouldn’t take his words at face value. 

Worst comes to worst he can have Tucker take over his phone for a bit and make sure the other person can’t find out who he is. He hadn’t bought the phone or had it under his name in any way, so they could only find out from the conversation alone.

Breathing out a breath of air he kissed his night of sleep goodbye.

‘I’ll be over in a sec Tuck. I think I just made a mistake.’

[radiance1]

Danny often felt tired, as of late.

He wasn't certain as to why he did, though. It happened after his, apparent, coronation as the Prince of the Infinite Realms and after finally getting a boyfriend out of that damsel in distress who made him into one.

Which was unfortunate, because though he may try, it was very hard to pay attention on dates when Danny felt he just came from using the Ecto-Skeleton and no amount of sleep would make it go away. Fortunately, however, Billy was very understanding and accommodating of his plight, letting him sleep on him whenever he wanted and having their dates be less mentally/physically demanding things.

Man, Danny loved his boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he was away on one of his Justice League mission things.

Another thing he noticed, is that he liked to sleep in more cold places now. Very, very cold places.

So much so, that he genuinely debated moving to the Far Frozen if not for his parents turning his room into a literal walk-in freezer for him.

Did he ever find out why he needs to sleep so much? No, not really. But man.

Danny could go down for a nap right now.

---

Pariah was having a good, very good day.

He woke up, stretched, ate some food he didn't actually need to, did some light exercises after aeons of not using his sword and just fighting in general and sat down for some tea.

Even had a letter from the Master of Time with a P.S that two humans would be busting down his door!

Wait what-

"Ghost King!" Came the rather loud, effeminate shout accompanying the loud slam of his castle doors. "Where is our son!"

Honestly, Pariah is impressed by the lungs on that human.

"You heard her!" He looked down calmly at the... Actually, what in the infinite is that? Since when did humans go walking around with cannons??? "Tell us where our son is our so help me! Ghost King or not we'll exorcise you right where you stand!"

Pariah blinked slowly, very, very slowly.

Then took a sip of his favorite ghost blend then calmly placed the cup back down.

"You must be the boy's, human, parents I presume?" He asked calmly, gaze sweeping over them both. They seemed to be prepared for war, a burning fire in their eyes as they stared down the very King of Infinity and saw only an obstacle.

Oooooh, how that made the part of him that longed, sung for battle purr in sheer delight.

"Why don't you join me for tea?" He said, waving a hand and conjuring forth two extra, human sized, chairs on the opposing end of his table alongside two more tea cups. "And explain whatever is going on, while you're at it."

The two shared a glance between each other, then slowly lowered their weapons down to a point where they could still draw them at a moment's notice, yet not actively antagonizing the king at the same time-

Oh, he just loves these types of mortals.

-before slowly making their way to their seats, which were right next to each other of course. Married and whatnot.

"Tea?" He flicked a finger, filling their cups with the same that was in his cup but before remembering. "Ah, right. Human and your mortality." He casually mentioned, flicking his finger and changing the liquid to one of the few mortal blends he could still recall. "Worry not, for they are not poisoned." He chuckled lightly.

Honestly, doing such a thing would be beneath him, especially when faced with mortals of such fire.

"Now," He brought his cup to his lips. "Why don't you inform me as to what, exactly, has brought you to my doorstep prepared for battle?"

They, once more, exchanged a glance between each other, making sure the king was still in sight before Maddie opened her lips.

"Our son is missing."

---

The summoning was a success.

A terrible, terrible success.

One that the Justice League, One John Constantine especially, had valiantly attempted to stop.

But, unfortunately, once it got going it seemed to be incapable of stopping.

Faced with an entity being summoned from the Infinite Realms, they had called all of the heroes who were capable that weren't occupied. Shazam, unfortunately, was one of said heroes occupied.

Superman and Wonderwoman? Were not. So, at the very least, they had two of their heaviest hitters available.

The circle glowed a toxic green, growing and growing in glow until it reached its zenith.

Then was snuffed out as brightly as it glowed.

The air stilled, followed by a chill that rivaled the chilliest of snowstorms as if they were standing within one that very moment.

The next moment?

Ice.

Pure, unflinching, jagged pillars of ice rose from the circle the same moment it glow returned. Sticking out from the circle haphazardly and nearly impaling those that stood too close.

Mist, thick, blue mist. Rolled from the pillars of ice, descending down onto the floor with a gentleness that was almost deceptive if not occupied by such cold and being completely and utterly unnatural as it was.

The Justice League readied themselves.

[starlovesganyu]

since at your "love letters" post you said ganyu was extra cuddly, so may I request cuddling headcanons with HSR/genshin girls? if you don't mind pls include furina and fu xuan thank youuu

cuddling!

❀--❀--❀--❀--❀--❀--❀--❀--❀--❀--❀--❀--❀--❀

cuddling hcs!

various characters x gn!reader

characters: nilou, ei, furina, ganyu, yae miko, ayaka, topaz, feixiao, fu xuan, kafka, robin, seele, firefly

warnings: none

not proofread

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nilou -`✮´-

• her favorite position is latching onto you and tucking her head under your chin

• she prefers to cuddle in silence, just enjoying your presence and warmth

• she loves to cuddle before a big performance because it helps her calm down and get in the right headspace

• if you gently play with her hair while you are cuddling, she'll turn into putty in your arms

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ei -`✮´-

• loves to hold you from behind, her arms tightly wrapped around you

• cuddling puts her at ease knowing you are safe and sound in her arms, protected from everything outside

• you aren't leaving her arms until she's satisfied, and on days where she's feeling extra stressed or anxious, you're not moving for a while

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furina -`✮´-

• acts like she doesn't want to cuddle, but in reality, she desperately wants you to just hold her in your arms

• even though she's vocal about not needing cuddles, she won't make any move to stop you from wrapping your arms around her

• even though she calls you needy for wanting to cuddle so bad, she can't help herself from snuggling just a little closer to you <3

• if you try to leave, she'll hold on to your shirt and sheepishly ask you to stay

you better stay

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ganyu -`✮´-

• very very blushy whenever you cuddle

• she'll be self conscious about her weight and body shape, thinking she's uncomfortable to hold so please reassure her </3

• your arms are her favorite place to nap, frequently taking her daily afternoon naps with her head resting on your chest

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yae miko -`✮´-

• will without a doubt be the big spoon

• very be touchy when cuddling, her hands constantly roaming around your body

• if some reason you are feeling extra down that day, she'll help comfort you by wrapping her soft tails around you

• definitely the type to blow on your ears just to get a reaction out of you

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ayaka -`✮´-

• melts the moment you embrace her

• can't contain her blush and smile when you look her in the eyes

• gets caught up in the moment and plants a quick kiss on the corner of you mouth before turning away in embarrassment

• loves it when you tell you her your favorite stories and experiences from your life

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topaz -`✮´-

• greatest lap pillow of all time

• when she has her arms wrapped around you though, she likes to rest her chin on your head or kiss you gently on the forehead

• quietly cuddling with you is her favorite to decompress and relax from her busy work days at the ipc

• if numby is not locked out of the room, it will be joining you two, whether you like it or not

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feixiao -`✮´-

muscle mommy!!

• you will feel the safest you've ever felt in her arms

• even though she's a battle hardened war general, she treats you like the most fragile and precious thing in the world

• loves when you trace your finger along her arms or abs

• there is also no way you're leaving her embrace before she's satisfied

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fu xuan -`✮´-

• something tells me she is definitely going to be the small spoon

• isn't very vocal about her desires, so she'll probably just gently pull at the bottom of your shirt with the cutest blush on her face to signal when she wants to cuddle

• gets all quiet and bashful in your embrace, and will silently snuggle up or pull you closer

• your presence is relaxing, and she always sleeps the best when she's tangled up with you

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kafka -`✮´-

• will put on the perfume she knows you love beforehand

• will plant gentle kisses all over your face, leaving lipstick stains everywhere her lips touch you

• loves to listen to you talk about whatever's on your mind while she holds you close and gently strokes your head

• offers you advice to your problems or showers you with praise and affection because oh does she have a massive soft spot for you

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robin -`✮´-

• she's just such an angel and will listen to everything you have to say, positive or negative

• doesn't care what position you two are cuddling in, she just wants to be near you because your arms act as her safe haven away from all the media and expectations

• if you slowly run your hands up and down her back, her wings will flutter in pleasure and she'll visibly relax <3

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seele -`✮´-

• would be very tense at first since she's not used to physical affection </3

• her face will be bright red the entire time, and can't look you in the eyes

• once she becomes comfortable though, it becomes one of her favorite ways to spend time with you

• will never admit that she loves to be the little spoon

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firefly -`✮´-

• never feels like she's close enough to you, no matter how tightly you hold her

• listening to your heartbeat helps calm and ground her after a long day

• if you gently pat her head, she'll fall asleep instantly because she feels so safe in your arms!

• if you kiss the top of her head though, she'll pass away instead

[thefoxtherapist]

hiii! i saw you were taking requests for wuwa and was wondering if you could write general cuddling headcanons or scenarios for jiyan, calcharo, scar (idk if he’s a cuddle type guy lol), and/or any other characters of your choosing. can have already established relationships

tysm 💜👾

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! I'm still learning the characters so go easy on me o7

-Scar actually strikes me as somebody overly clingy if given the opportunity. If his schedule allows for it, there's almost nowhere else he'd rather be.

-He's pretty brash about his wants and needs, he doesn't hesitate to take what he wants. And yet, his approach to relationships and intimacy differs from this. If his storytelling is to be believed, I think he'd be hesitant.

-But the moment you open your arms when he comes home? Scar's arms are around your waist in seconds. Always a bit too tight, face buried against you in one way or another. It can be bruising at times, or the complete flipside of far too gentle.

-With Scar its rarely big spoon/little spoon. He prefers when you're laying on your back, either on the bed or the couch. He likes to lay partially on top of you, his face buried in your neck, body half on top of yours like a protective shield. Your arms around him, holding him tightly.

-If he can't breathe because he refuses to remove his face from your neck or hair, then he's cuddling correctly!

-You know those memes that are like (brooding edgy guy) "and what were you up to-" "killing..." "we were cuddling." YOU CAN'T DO THAT WITH HIM! Scar will PROUDLY announce everything you two were doing. IN DETAIL.

-He's a proud man. And you've eaten his hair. Ultimately, 7/10.

-Jiyan gonna hit you with "I'm too busy right now, I'll make it up to you." then never make it up to you. The weight of the world is on his shoulders and to some degree he put it there himself.

-You gotta drag his green ass into bed, I'm sorry. But once he's in bed, he will stay there. The thing about cuddling with Jiyan is that it isn't just cuddling? It's also nap time. He's tired, he's overexerting himself, he's fighting a bazillion internal and external wars.

-He likes being the big spoon (you slept on his hair accidentally ONE TIME). Jiyan is a bit tense as his arm wraps around you, his other arm under the pillow. At first his chin will rest against your head, he'll sorta look over you.

-Eventually though he'll relax, his chest will loosen, his grip will loosen, and his face will drop into the top of your head. His breathing gets quieter, calmer. Every time he breathes out a lil hard, there's a gentle breeze that rustles the sheets. But it keeps the temperature perfect.

-It is at this point you could turn in his arm if you want to, bury your face into his chest. Jiyan is fast asleep and happy to hold you as he finally gets some rest with his lover. He's a bit of a snorer though, sorry.

-3/10 on a normal day, but once you get him into the freaking bed, he's so comfortable to nap with and snuggle so 9/10 once hes in there. Good luck though.

-So the edgy brooding guy I mentioned in Scar's section, that is Calcharo. Most of the people who work for him, or even know him, don't even know he has a partner. This is to keep you safe.

-But because of this, physical intimacy is often put aside for safety. He isn't a fan of it, I doubt you're a fan of it. But Calcharo puts those he looks out for pretty high up on his priority list.

-You have a secret knock. And when he knocks in that secret way, he's quick to push by you and into your home. He's quick to check all the locks before he even says hello.

-But his hello is picking you up and bringing you to the nearest soft surface. Your back hitting the couch cushions, him still holding your thighs as he pretty much lays on top of you at a bit of an awkward angle.

-Calcharo tends to kiss and cuddle, it isn't just a relaxing snuggle, he wants to get his kisses in too. Each one gentle, almost tired, as he peppers your face in small kisses. He's a bit like, yes I am saying this to be silly, a puppy.

-If you don't push him off and get him outta his gear, he will sleep like this. Look at that man, he's tired. But the second you push on his shoulder, he's off of you. Very respectful man, my beloved. But he'll follow you to your bedroom, dropping gear on his way. His weapon beside your bed.

-8/10. He's back to giving you kisses and he hasn't undone his boots yet.

[norrizzandpia]

hello, firstly i would like to say ur writing is phenomenal!! secondly i wanted to request something like the reader having some insecurities or just social media making her feel unworthy of lando thank u 🫶🏼

Ive been hanging onto this request for a while bc i love these scenarios bc they hit so close to home and I always need to be in the right mindset for them and now i am!

Love You the Way I Do (LN4)

Summary: When Y/n starts to pull back, Lando knows exactly what to do.

Warnings: insecurities, talks of not being good enough, language

Note: the reason ive been so mia on here is because ive just been in such a bad slump and not feeling good about myself or feeling good enough in general and im starting to get out of it with a lot of time focusing on myself but i really miss it on here so im using this as a way to kind of help me cope a bit with what ive been going through recently

Y/n was never good with her emotions. Discussing them and trying to work on them, she could never reach a certain level of comfortability with the people in her life that allowed her to be that vulnerable with them. Her parents, friends, and other family members had to pry words out of her when it was clear she was struggling and no amount of therapy sessions had cured the vicious cycle. However, Lando’s peaceful presence in her life had shifted the way she operated, allowed her to open up more easily with the way he would hold her until she was ready.

He was patient, almost strategic, when it came to getting through to her. Past moments of darkness where she would try to shut him out, try to be alone in the agony, were lessons in which ways worked best to get her to realize that he was there for her, waiting with open arms and constantly ready to listen.

Easing her mind, that was Lando’s job and he was damn good at it.

He could always tell when there was a war going on beneath the walls of her head. When she would go quiet or laugh just a bit less, he caught on fast. Just like now, as he sat on the couch in their shared apartment and watched her talk to her sister on the phone in the kitchen, Lando clocked the way she wasn’t as smiley, as excited to talk to one of her favorite people in the world.

“Thursday? No, I can’t do Thursday. I’ve got some stuff to do.” She mumbled into the speaker. Lando could hear her sister respond, something about Y/n being too busy, but he couldn’t truly digest the words, too engrossed in his own mind wondering what she had Thursday.

If he remembered correctly, she had nothing scheduled.

The second sign; distancing herself from people close to her and staying inside unhealthily.

She paced the room, rounding each corner of the counter as she bit the nail on her thumb, “Friday, no… next Monday, no… next Wednesday, no…”

Their conversation continued that way until her sister gave up on trying to find a date, muttering about letting her know when the next date Y/n was available was, and hung up. His girlfriend set the phone down on the marble, head falling forward as she huffed out a breath.

“You okay, love?” He spoke, voice hesitant as to not startle very clearly something loud in her mind.

She turned her eyes, squinting at him lightly before whispering, almost too quietly, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

A tired Y/n, Lando knew, warranted clinginess. That was her usual way of remedying exhaustion, curling up in his arms wherever he was and partaking in a Power Nap. Although, there was none of that as she walked out of the kitchen, turning a corner and disappearing behind their bedroom door.

Third sign; shutting Lando out, the one he hated the most.

He scrolled through his phone for a minute more, not wanting her to know he had already realized her turmoil. He wanted her to believe that his comfort was not out of pity, but love.

When the clock reached an even number, he got up from his seated position and pattered over to their door, knocking lightly.

“Y/n? Can I come in?” He said, though there was no response. He creaked the door open, seeing her frame turned away from him as it laid on their bed, her phone illuminating the room.

Because of the darkness and the only light coming from her phone, he could easily see what she was looking at. It was as clear as day and the reason for her distance, however painful, became apparent.

A twitter thread of why Luisa was better for Lando than Y/n.

It broke his heart.

He stood for a moment, taking in the scene before him and breathing deeply, and deciding his plan of action. It only took him a few seconds, although, he knew exactly what he wanted to say to her.

Lando approached her side of the bed and when his footsteps reached the ears of his beloved, she turned her phone off quickly. He kneeled down beside her, dried tears on her cheeks not going unnoticed by him. His hand cradled the side of her face that wasn’t pushed into her pillow and he kissed her forehead.

“Baby, I saw what you were looking at.” He whispered into the quiet. His green eyes bore into hers as she willed the knot in her throat to dissipate.

Lando gently took her phone from her hands, sliding it off the bed and setting it on the night stand next to him. He nudged her shoulder, signaling for her to move over so he could squeeze into her side of their massive bed. When he laid down, his arms wrapped tightly around her frame, squeezing the skin and warming it as she nuzzled her head into his chest.

“Why are you doing this to yourself? You know they’re wrong.” He tried.

Y/n pulled away from his chest, looking up at him and using her voice, albeit wobbly, “Do I know they’re wrong? Lan, you mean so much to so many people in this world, people you don’t even know the names of.”

He nodded, “Okay, yes, what does that have to do with this?”

She sniffled, “There are so many other women that could compliment you better. Women that people know the name of. Women that have made their mark on this world just like you have. I will never be able to be what you need me to be.”

Lando shook his head, her words outrageous in his mind because she was already everything he needed, just as she was.

“Y/n, what? What are you even saying? That’s crazy. You mean everything to me. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t care about anyone else, anything else. You compliment my life and my happiness perfectly. That’s all that matters.”

Wetness formed beneath her eyes once more and began to fall freely as she toyed with the hem of his shirt, “What if you wake up one day and realize that Luisa is better suited for the life you lead? What if one day you wake up and I am no longer good enough for you?”

Lando gaped at her, truly at a loss for words. In his mind, everything she was saying was so incredibly wrong, she couldn’t be farther from the truth. However, from the sadden look in her eyes, he could tell that she fully believed the things flying from her mouth. That idea, the thought that she was scared one day he would no longer cherish her in the way he does now, made him all the more determined to remind how much she matters to him and how that will never change.

“Y/n, stop. Listen to yourself. Have I ever made you feel inadequate?” He questioned, staring at her fiercely as if what she was saying made him defensive. It did in a way. He was defensive of the love he had for her, taking shame in the fact that he had made her feel as though their relationship would end.

She shook her head as he brought his fingers up to wipe at the tears still falling down her skin, “No, but-”

He brought his pointer finger to her lips, “No buts, Y/n. Listen to me when I tell you this. You have been and always be more than enough for me. You are the start and end of my day, and that is something I never want to change. Being scared that one day I’ll wake up and magically have fallen out of love with you is absolutely fucking clinically insane. It’s been two years we’ve been together, Y/n, and I still badger you at the end of the day, asking what you had done because I love to hear your voice. I love your rambles and I love the way you love me. There’s nothing that’s going to make me want to stop loving you because there’s really no going back. I’m in this with you and I always will be. You need to believe that. Believe me when I say the only way we will end is lying next to each other on our death beds with rings on our left fingers from our wedding decades ago.”

“That’s kind of morbid.” She whispered, a small smile gracing her features as his words sunk beneath her skin.

He chucked and leaned further into her, “It’s true. There will come a time where I get on one knee in front of you and beg you to be with me for the rest of our lives. There will come a time where I will stand in front of all of our friends and family, and declare my love for you and certainty over marrying you. I know these things will happen because I am interchangeably in love with you. And I know you are with me too. So, just leave social media be, baby. Stay here in this moment with me, push all those disgusting fans away and listen to my words. I love you,” He shook her head lightly in his hands as he spoke, “You are worthy of my love and love in general, and there will never come a singular moment where even the thought of leaving you passes my brain. We are it for each other, love. This is it for me.”

Her body relaxed fully into his arms and further into the bed as they stared at each other. Y/n giggled at his words and he smiled down at her, still holding her face whilst lightly rubbing excess tears in her soft skin.

A silence passed before Y/n mumbled, “I think I’m going to delete my social media platforms for a while. Take some time off and get back on track.”

Warmth swelled in Lando’s chest, threatening to spill out from his mouth at overwhelming amounts of it within his body.

“I’m so proud of you, love.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss her softly. He pecked her lips lovingly, sweet nothings spilling from his mouth in the form of the warmth that had been drowning him.

They stayed that way for a few hours, both falling in out of sleep in the arms of the other. And when crickets chirped and the clock read an ungodly time, Lando pulled Y/n from bed, into their bathroom, where he showed her how much he loved her. A bath, some face masks, and low music that he made her dance with him along to, all worked as ways for him to tangibly exude the feelings he had for her. No longer were the ex’s of his past, no longer were jealous fans, no longer were thoughts of unworthiness.

Just him, her, and the love that would never die out.

[varpusvaras]

You know, I'm just as big of a fan of all the angst when it comes to Fox and the Coruscant Guard and their brother's in the GAR, of all the scenarios where their brother's just go "oh, they have changed, they think they are better than us, in their easy posting, war changes everyone, they are not just who they used to be", as everybody else is, but I'm also a bigger fan of all their brother's noticing the change and not being okay with it, but in a way that it makes them realise that something is wrong and they do something about it. They notice the lessening messages and calls, and just call and message more often. They notice how the Guard doesn't seem to have time to come and see them anymore, so they go to them instead.

Cody notices how Fox keeps getting busier and busier, way busier than Cody himself, even though they're supposed to have to same workload, and Cody asks. He asks what Fox is doing, and is confused and angered by what he hears.

Wolffe notices that Fox jokes less and less, that his smiles are becoming more and more rare, and he makes sure that he gives Fox reasons to smile on the double, making sure that absolutely no one mentions anything about work while they are out.

Bly notices that Fox looks even more tired than the last time every time they meet, and if Fox starts to dose off, he pretends he doesn't notice, and let's him take a nap, while making sure that no one can disturb them.

Ponds notices how Fox looks thinner, first from the face and then overall under his armor, and he keeps giving him snacks, taking him out to eat or bringing food to the office or the barracks, and stuffs Fox's desk full of vitamins and sweets.

Rex notices how every time they come across the Chancellor while he is seeing Fox, which happens more often than not, because Rex is waiting for General Skywalker to come back from a meeting with the man, Fox tenses up. It's subtle, like he is trying his hardest not to, but like it has been ingrained in him, like a reflex. And Rex looks harder, and he notices the fading marks on his brother's skin.

And they all sit down together and talk about it, and they realise that something is wrong, and they need to help.

[irisintheafterglow]

One-Shots

Gojo Satoru

You Are In Love - "you're my best friend," and you knew what it was

...Ready For It? - knew he was a killer first time that I saw him

Hits Different - it hits different 'cause it's you (or, struggling in a situationship with gojo satoru)

Never Grow Up - meeting megumi for the first time

The Archer - all of my enemies started out friends, can he hold on to you?

invisible string - the first time megumi uses ten shadows

even in my worst times, you see the best in me - being the strongest has its downsides, but at least you're suffering with him

life's no fun without a good scare - you have the brilliant idea of playing hide and seek in a corn maze against the most powerful sorcerer in the world. should be fun, right?

it's all me, just don't go (meet me in the afterglow) - satoru is jealous but refuses to admit it.

every dead end street led you straight to me - former fuckboy gojo has some things to say at the top of a mountain

i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this! - coworkers to lovers with a healthy amount of teenage eavesdropping

he's the death you chose (you're in terrible danger) - married life with husband!gojo means cleaning up bodies at 2am.

Geto Suguru

The Great War - somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Back to December - you gave him all your love and all he gave you was goodbye

say you'll remember me - you were destined to fail from the start, so why does it hurt so badly when he's gone?

dazzling haze, mysterious way about you, dear - need some fluff after reading all the angst above?

tell me that you love me, love me 'til my lips turn blue - being partnered with suguru on a mission takes an unexpected turn

what if all i need is you? - after failed attempts to find a date to a relative's birthday party, your best friend acts as your fake boyfriend.

Nanami Kento

of daisies and collisions - nanami kento felt a little out of his element, with a small bundle of flowers sitting in his lap and brooding in the dark corner of the jazz bar. yet, you play that song he likes again, and nothing else matters.

Blurbs/Drabbles

the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours - holding satoru and letting him rest, even if it's only for a little bit

it took so long to know someone like you - he doesn't know who he is with you and it scares both of you

bad days and blanket burritos - good ol' satoru bf fluff

Imagines/HCs

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

how gojo and geto react to their partner being obsessed with them (fluffy !!!)

Gojo Satoru

What, like it's hard? -> law student!gojo

general hcs

when he buys a motorcycle

I'm with the band -> rockstar!gojo

rockstar!gojo meet sexyy

the valentine's day show

quiet moments and teaching you guitar

awards show

Falling for you, on and off the ice -> hockey player!gojo

someone steals your usual rink slot

watching a game

living in winter, i am your summer - he's terrible at figure skating

Kachow -> professional racer!gojo

on the radio

smoke his ass! - pro racer!gojo needs some motivation after a newcomer to the track pisses him off

Geto Suguru

oops? - satoru finds out that you've been seeing his best friend

a quiet moment in the aquarium

napping with you :)

scare actor!suguru

Save a horse, ride a cowboy -> gunslinger!suguru

gunslinger!geto au

big iron - he's not the first to go after the crystal-eyed bandit, but something tells you that this one will keep his promise to buy you a drink when the hunting is done.

Theta Phi Fuckhead -> enemy frat!suguru

ancient grudge, new mutiny

move fast, keep quiet

half the things that haven't happened yet

Series Masterlists

End Game (volleyball captain!gojo x you) COMPLETED

Co-Parenting Megumi with Satoru COMPLETED

I Don't Wanna Live Forever (gojo x you during shibuya) COMPLETED

VIGILANTE SHIT (vigilante!au, IN PROGRESS)

[phoenixyfriend]

Hey have a fun AU I came up with the other day after reading a bunch of fics with related tropes

It's a raised Sith AU. Anakin was found by Sidious well before he was found by Qui-Gon. He was raised by the Sith, is a classically horrible monster stalking about TCW to be Vader (mask and all, just as an intimidation factor instead of life support) while Ventress and Grievous and Dooku do their own things in a different section of the war. He's got a Really Fucking Weird dynamic with Obi-Wan, mostly attempting to kill him etc.

At some point, Palpatine allows Anakin and Padme to meet. The romance that blooms is one that Sheev decides is useful to him, so he lets it happen.*

Padme gets pregnant. Sidious arranges for her death. Anakin loses his entire shit and tries to kill Sidious. Obi-Wan is off trying to save Padme, unaware of Anakin getting his remaining limbs cut off by his this-universe Master. (This is important, because Anakin does remember Obi-Wan trying to save Padme.)

So we have Anakin, who was raised Sith, and just lost the only things that have mattered to him since his mom died when he was a kid, and Palpatine has pushed him further into the Dark than he ever has. Anakin… knows more about the Sith Secrets in this universe.

Anakin finds a Sithly Time Machine. Maybe on Malachor. There's an owl? Whatever.

Anakin, someone who's been Vader for the vast majority of his life, wakes up at age nine. Maybe even younger, like six. His mother is already dead at Sidious's hands. He's already roommates with Maul. He's already being trained as a baby Sith.

Anakin, being a 20 year old war veteran, is much better at escaping than Sidious has planned for. He reprograms a medical droid to take out his slave chip, steals a ship, etc. All the stuff that Maul wasn't very good at, and Anakin was too young for, so Sidious didn't have the preventative measures in place for yet.

Anakin heads for the one place and person he thinks he can trust: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

(Obi-Wan is still a padawan. But this Baby Sith just declared him Adoptive Teen Dad, so.)

@lizasweetling (all indented bits from here will be hers):

Because Sith. Bad for mental health of the user and generally bad for their environs But also baby. And if hes dragging Maul around no doubt the dude is constantly himself confused why he is here Like yeah, Sidious sucked, and this 6-9yo is way powerful and knowledgeable on the dark side (?????) But why are we going to the Jedi? And not even trying to kill them apparently?????

Anakin is very much being affected by Baby Brain and Baby Endocrine System. He cries a lot more than he should.

I WASN'T THINKING OF HIM BRINGING MAUL BUT YEAH. THAT'S. THAT'S A POSSIBILITY.

Jedi Council trying to decide if this is more "Adult Sith got shrunk" or "child got evil man's memories." Vader wants to know why it even MATTERS. (He didn't actually plan on telling them, but he has very little self control right now.)

The first Good Act he does is tell them where to find Ventress and Ky. (In the original timeline, he viewed Ventress as like. Cool older cousin.)

Vader's right, that distinction does not matter Aaaw, she deserves that, that's nice Maybe she will be like 20% less homocidally traumatized

Anakin is furious when Maul and Obi-Wan pick him up under one arm like a package. He is a GROWN MAN he is an ADULT he was a SITH LORD and about to be a FATHER, he is TOO OLD FOR THIS.

They point out that he is Baby.

😂 sorry lord of evil, you're too baby, have a nap and maybe your feel better. Assuming the crisis on Naboo is still happening, and as such the vote of no confidence is right now, it might be a great time to report Sidious as a Sith lord. Post-escape from Sidious, both he and Maul definitely will need a nap. It's that kinda place.

Oh, it's probably at least a year before. Anakin keeps trying to sneak off to kill the man himself, but the Jedi are more ready for his Sneaking than Mustafar was, so he keeps getting caught before he can reach the Senate.

At one point he tries to just CHARGE the place and you get Mace and Obi-Wan sprinting after him. The News captures videos of this very small child getting chased by an older Padawan and a Master and they are mostly yelling for him to PUT DOWN THE SABER.

(Sidious might see him but what's he going to do? Might cause too many problems for Sidious to be aware of Anakin's presence with the Jedi, though. Best not.)

It's probably more expensive on average to hire an assassin on a child, just in general But on a jedi youngling??? If he can even find someone to do that, it will be so very, ridiculously expensive And likely 70%+ upfront payments

Ahsoka definitely seeks him out. Toddler baby child. She adores him for reasons unclear to anyone and everyone.

!!! Baby has baby!! Vader's probably a little thrown by this. Been a while subjectively since someone just loved him. And not even for like, a reason. Baby Vader coerced into sitting obediently for nap by tired kiddo: [The council liked that]

The number of times that vader could only be convinced to nap by Obi-Wan grabbing him, caging him in his own lap, and forced to Sit Quietly until he just fell asleep like that...

He has things to do, he's not tired 😡😡😡💢 (He's 9. Distances are between 150 and 195% longer when measured with steps, he's hungry (subjectively) all the time, and has only middling coordination He so is too tired)

Anakin doesn't know Qui-Gon at all but he keeps getting stuffed into the man's top because he's just. Small enough to fit.

Like the bomb boobs gif, but it's a small child.

the indignity

You just. You can't let him get too self-important.

Vader is Disgusted every time the pediatric healers try to talk down to him like they do to other 6yos.

The difference between this and other "Vader goes back in time to the Jedi" AUs (like Force of Many Sights) is that this Vader has never been a Jedi, and doesn't know anything about them except how they fight when he's trying to kill their friends.

Also Maul's there.

Because even he has a hard time taking himself seriously when hes so easy to manhandle Rest of the time; I am fear, I am death personified As luggage child: I am so small. The tiniest. I crave violence He's probably very annoyed they keep taking away his saber And hey! Obi gets practice not losing his! Woooo!

Something something Anakin clinging to Maul's back (piggy back ride) and chewing on his head or something stupid like that. Perfect height for head biting.

You know, the classic anime head bite

Maul probably has been nominally talked into this because this 9yo is a powerful darksider But he is also the world's most annoying tiny kid Maul would've thought his phenotype would make him immune to this ridiculousness He was wrong At least the teeth are a bit less pointy than his other little brothers'? Appreciating the little things

tfw your unwanted little brother drags you to what you think is a cult but actually they're way less culty than your last two places so you just stick around to keep an eye on the little shit

Anyway. ObiMaul for this one.

They're peers They're tired They just want to sit down and not have to chase this weird little murder child They have a lot in common 😊

They are all just a little bit stupid, I love them.

Qui-Gon is a Cool Mom (throws condoms at them and books it).

Yeah, that's about as much involvement as would be appreciated They probably did a lot of sparring before the tension broke Which did not relieve said tension, generally made it worse (Competence, athleticism, sweat-) Vader is confused, but probably doesn't mind He's probably glad they're distracting each other from stopping assassinating a certain someone (Which- that is 9yo hubris. He would need help to do that)

I still can't decide where on 6yo-9yo he falls but somewhere in there

Babies means easier hiding in shirt, teenie Ahsoka, and longer for him to convince the Jedi council to do a Sith hunt before the Naboo situation

Also longer for Maul and Obi-Wan to faff about being all Tension

* Vaguely inspired by the backstory of Rulebreaker/Wildheart, which is great but significantly more of a romance fic than this.

[kernun]

Rainy Day with JJK Men

ft. satoru, suguru, sukuna, toji, nanami cw. suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of drugs and alcohol note. this is my first time ever writing headcanons or anything in general so, I hope you like it and I would really appreciate the feedback If you have any. It's an AU cause dead daddies can't enjoy rain, thanks Gege. I may update this with some corrections. Also, English in not my first language.

SATORU. Hates rainy days. He's more of a sunflower. Won't stop complaining about being stuck because of the rain and how bored he is. He would be such a baby about it, all whinny and annoying.

Binge watches TV. But like, a whole series or a full fucking trilogy. Eventually loses interest and the TV becames some background noise as he scrolls through his phone.

Eats sweets cause he's bored. He would finish with all the snacks in the house and won't have a proper meal for the whole day.

Sex. He would chase you around the house, flirting and throwing shitty pick up lines until you give in.

SUGURU. Trying so hard to just chill. Since he's an overthinker, he enjoys rainy days when he has company and can keep his mind busy. Hates them when he's alone.

Windows open. He loves the sound and the smell of rain. Specially when it rains at night.

Bokworm. If you're into books, he would enjoy a long reading session as you both listen to the rain in the background. If you're not, he would still want to be in the same room as you, following you around with his book.

Plays some music, but something soft so he can still hear the rain ouside. Probably some Lo-fi.

SUKUNA. Nothing stops this man, he's a menace. Rain fears him. If he had to go somewhere, he just would.

Bike/Car dude. Spends some time in the garage cleaning or fixing his baby. Beer and hard rock playing on the background.

Casually joins you as you watch some episodes of some series but gets bored easily. He has the amazing skill to turn every situation into sex so...couch sex as Netflix plays in the background.

Orders food without thinking on the poor delivery guys getting soaked outside. He just doesn't give a fuck.

Smokes weed as he does any of the above.

TOJI. Watches some kind of sports stuff on TV. Whatever he can find. Or even shows like "Storage Wars" or "Forged in Fire". Probably with a beer. Or two...

He would have to run to the nearest store to buy frozen pizza for dinner and beer because he doesn't want to pay the delivery fees. He doesn't use an umbrella.

Takes some time to make tasks he's been delaying. You would have to chase him about it and tell him to move his ass but he'd eventually and reluctantly do it.

He would enjoy napping on the couch. ALL DAY.

Sex for sure. As many rounds as you're willing to go.

NANAMI. Restless daddy. He doesn't know how to chill. He needs to keep himself busy.

Fixes small stuff around the house he couln't take care of before because he's always working.

Cooks a nice recipe or bakes something. Definetly would ask you first if you crave something specific.

Cleans and do chores. If you're doing chores, he would take over cause he wants you to relax.

After a while of you complaining about how much load he takes, he finally listens to you and relax, spending the rest of the day with you, watching a movie or whatever you want to do riding him. He would struggle internally but he lets you take care of him for the day.

[yellowfunnybunny]

Ashes

Neon war paint pt 3

pt 2 here

pt 1 here

WARNING! Explicit RPF!

TRIGGER WARNING This chapter presents grief and generic adult themed content, if that triggers you in any way please don't read.

Summary: Despite all the adventures he got to live in this past year, the pain still hurt like the first day. It made him miserable to think he would never recover from this. That not even someone extraordinary like Carlotta could wipe away his shame. 

CW: 18+!, rpf, grief, smut, explicit, mature themes, seriously if you are a minor gtfo.

Words: 7,1 k

Ashes

Spending the Eurovision 2025 week together was Lotte's idea: no need to waste time scrolling on social media and being reminded for five days in a row what could have been.  

Joost had been reached already for weeks by journalists asking if he had anything to comment about not being called back to participate this year. Despite the trail proving him innocent. Despite Avotros promising not to leave him alone in this.  

He didn’t have any comment, he would answer back arshly to those who unfortunately found his private number and called.  

He plopped in the backseat of the driver and let the ride lull him back to his nap. Guidonia was a small city about forty minutes out of Rome and, to get there from the airport, one would have to survive the rough drive in the middle of the eternal city, passing in front some of the most beautiful monuments in the world. He lowered his hoodie on his eyes and made himself comfortable for a nap. It wasn't his first time there, or his second. He could skip watching the Colosseum from the window for once.  

Flights made him slightly nauseous, but long-distance relationships called for some extra effort. Overall, it was fun to jump on a plane on every occasion to surprise one another at an event or festival, spending some hours feeling like a normal couple while dancing in each other arms. The chosen city treated like a playground, an unconsidered mix of love and anarchy: endless bills at hotels for room service; renowned clubs and expensive wine lists; selected jewels; high fashion shopping. Sleepless nights feeding off each other's bodies, pushing back the consciousness that time together was limited.  

They were nothing but a ticking bomb. That sparkle, ignited with a first “welcome back” kiss, burned quickly the oxygen out of their lungs and rationality from their brains. All too quickly.  

Leaving them frustrated and with their fists full of ashes.  

tick-tock  

The very last hours would be a frenzy mess of moans and bedsheets. Lying in bed, with both his hands dipped in her hair and his lips just above her mouth, Joost would watch Lottie whimper under his weight as he moved his length inside of her. Deliciously slowly and deep. The sting of her nails clasped on his shoulders while arching her hips to meet his thrusts. Pressing his forehead to hers, looking for a connection that was more than physical, his begs would go on and on. Circling back, like a mantra: please don’t go, just stay, you are perfect , we are just made for this, just stay, say you’ll stay...  

His needy cries nourishing the most selfish part of herself and made her head spin with pleasure. She heard her own voice agree with him over and over and over.  

At least until the following morning, when Joost would inevitably wake up in an empty bed.  

boom  

"Sir, we will be there in 10 minutes”  

Joost was snapped out of his thoughts but kept his eyes still closed, nodding at the driver to let him know he heard him. With a soft grunt, he stretched his muscles to wake up.  

The driver got his luggage out of the trunk and Joost paused for just a moment to enjoy the fresh aircon of the car before, inevitably, having to step outside. The heat of southern Italy was unforgivable, even if it was not yet officially summer. The sun was peaking in the sky and the air was humid. Letting out a puff of exhaustion from the long travel day, Joost pulled his hoodie from his head and wrapped it around his waist. He collected the bag from the driver and thanked him before turning to face what would been his house for the next week.  

"Hello, stranger” Lottie's voice welcomed him even before his eyes focused on her.  

Her smile was full and excited as she wrapped her tanned arms around his neck and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He let out a breath and hugged her waist tightly with an arm. She tried to get his luggage from his hands, but he pulled it back, wrapping his own hand around hers instead and guiding it to his mouth to plant a kiss on it while they walked inside. She looked like the best version of herself in a floral sundress and flipflops. That’s what spring did to her.  

Lottie made the way to the kitchen, her slippers abandoned in a corner next to the door. He closed the heavy door behind him and turned the keys in the old lock, more because of habit than real need in such a small town.  

This was her nonna and nonno house, where she grew up. Talking about her parents made her tense up so he never insisted about that, but Lottie would talk into details about her childhood in that house with the grandparents.   

Once inherited, Lottie had rearranged some modern furniture here and there, gifted herself with a better plumbing and a big shower... but she was adamant about the rest of the surrounding: no changing, especially the kitchen. That was the room nonna and nonno would spend the most of their days, reading the newspaper and drinking bitter moka coffee at every hour. Chatting about nothing, day after day, for the sixty years they were married. Their bedroom was kept locked, and Lottie would open the window every now and then to air the room.  

He sneaked inside a couple of times to have a look at the vast collection of family pictures her grandma had disposed on the dresser. Joost would look for a trace of adult Carlotta into the eyes of her younger version. He always found plenty: from her crooked smile to the hard look she gave to the camera. It made him ache to think about her and himself as kids, wondering for hours what they would be like if life was just a little softer on them both.  

He took out his shoes and socks, savoring the cooling feel of the tiles under his feet, and walked to the kitchen. A glass of water was there ready for him.  With a sigh, he leaned against the fan in the corner savoring the fresh air through his damp hair. No matter how many times he came there, the heat was something his body was just not made for. Lottie seemed to thrive in the heat, flourishing into a healthier and happier version of herself every summer, making him feel a little less miserable about the discomfort of having, literally, sweaty balls.  

He watched her running the tomatoes under the tap water and rip several leaves of basil from the small pot under the window. The smell of it filled the kitchen.  

Lottie heard him come closer and hugging her from behind, as she ruffled to prepare them a caprese salad for lunch. As they hugged earlier, she noticed him being thinner than last time they were together. It was not a big deal, she told herself: he was finally back to her, in the safety of her quiet small town and her bed. She would have the time to feed him properly.   

As he dipped his nose in the crook of her neck, she was met with the feeling that maybe food was not on the top of his head.  

Joost couldn't help himself by inhaling her scent: she smelled of the sunscreen lotion she carefully applied every day. Of clothes dried lazily in the sun. Of the fresh bread bought from the market earlier in the morning.  

He tightened his grip around her waist. She smelled of home.  

Lottie turned and circled her arms around his torso, pressing an ear on his chest to hear the beat of his calm heart. He planted small kisses in her hair that blossomed in a content sigh from his girl. Joost took her hands in his to guide them to her bedroom, to their bedroom, the one in this old house that was just too cold in winter and made them want to snuggle all day long and too warm in summer to bother with any bedding and just sleep in their underwear. The one that witnessed both their love and their fights, the door to slam at occasion when frustration built up and the bed to welcome the messy love making when peace was made again. But for today Lottie helped him out of his t-shirt, her own sundress already a soft pile on the floor and joined him on the bed. For today, they only needed to show how much they missed one another.  

Their first time after being separated for long periods always started a little awkward, out of practice, requiring a lot of patience and giggles. But then something would click in their heads: Joost would kiss that spot on Lottie's neck that made her back arch and breasts squeeze on his chest; Lottie's nails would scratch lightly at his nape, making him close his eyes and part his lips, so she could take the advantage and kiss him deeply, to taste his mouth. All pieces then would fall together in a subconscious practice, like the inner human ability to smell when rain is about to fall.  

Lottie was the kind of person that pretends to have control over every aspect of her life, and Joost knew it way too well, so that when she pushed at his shoulders for him to lay down beneath her, he didn't make a fight over it. He helped her lowering on his length, keeping some of her weight into his hands to let her adjust to his size, until he felt himself completely disappear in her warmth, holding him in such a hot embrace that had him exhale deeply through his nose. He knew then at this point she needed to establish her rhythm and move freely from his grip, so he just settled his hands on her waist and let her ride him as she wanted. Both her hands went to her hair – he realized she was a performer even in moments like this, but right now, her moans so soft and her muscles squeezing him so gently, he didn't feel like complaining.  

Lottie took his hands in hers, appreciating how willingly he made her be the dominant one, and set his big hands on her breasts. As her hard nipples pressed on his palms, Joost fought the selfish urge to roll them over, so she would be helpless on her back and he could work on only his relief, filling her up in rude strong strokes. He settled for guiding her closer to his face so he could envelope her nipples in his mouth, grazing them lightly with his teeth. Lottie bit down on her lower lip at the sensation, speeding up the movements of her hips, longing for her release. It had been so long since they were together – seven weeks, she knew it by heart – and she just couldn't seem to be able to reach for her orgasm anymore without him filling her so perfectly, holding her body so lovingly, talking her into oblivion. She would occasionally do it by herself, especially in those nights where it seemed impossible to fall asleep, but it would be a mere mechanical thing, quick and without fuss. Enough for her mind to relax, but not to black out as it would happen when with him. When Joost, like now, would look up to her face like she was some sort of deity, his goddess , humble and submissive for her, living only for moments like this. And as he told her how much he loved her, how beautiful her body was, how perfect she felt on him... Lottie came undone with a string of moans, arching her back, her nails clasped on his shoulders. She let him hold her closer to his chest while he thrusted again and again in her working up to his own release. Joost held her impossibly close while coming down from his orgasm, stroking her back and kissing at her temple.  

Lottie rolled over, laying on the bed with a soft thud, not getting a moment to collect her breath before Joost was again on her, hugging her chest and laying partially on her. He was not one to respect private space, not when they hadn't shared a bed in months, and she couldn't help but laugh at that weakness, stroking tenderly his hair.  

They were finally together. A whole week where they could sleep in, have meals together, run errands...This little portrait of an ordinary couple made her feel vulnerable.  

The adventure they shared one night in Malmo turned very quickly in a complicate feeling. The morning after the Eurovision pre-party, she handled him back his belt before sharing a small kiss and walking him out of her hotel room. - That's it - she remembered thinking, watching the door close behind his back and giving herself a praise for landing nobody less than Joost Klein in her own bed. By showering his smell off her body, Carlotta was back to be nobody's but hers, the way she was used to. Relying on people was not easy for orphans like them and she could have never expected for him to get so infatuated so quickly.  

The possessiveness that Joost hid behind his insecurity started a savage fire in her. For most of their relationship, she could tame it. But somewhere in the last months, in between a late-night Facetime call and a “open view once” nude selfie, she stopped fighting it, letting it destroy the walls she built around herself.  

A deep pink flushed on her cheeks.  

"What's going on in there?” Joost asked, surprisingly awake, pointing a single finger to her forehead "Did I not so a good job? You look so serious...” he couldn't help himself- nor his ego- to try and pull a praise on his performance out of her.  

"Nothing, really” she brushed it off. He wasn't satisfied by the answer, but the fatigue of the day made him lazy.  

“Actually” Lottie decided this could have been a moment like another to say it “ They called me.”  

Her muscles stiffened, but she played it cool, stroking his hair like before and trying to act natural. She wasn't sure about his reaction on EBU calling her about the current year festival.  

“What did they say?” Joost finally asked. He was trying hard to keep his voice neutral. She knew it.  

"They asked me to read the Italian votes at the final”   

He unlocked from her embrace and started looking for his clothes on the floor.  

“I told them to fuck off.” She said quickly, sitting up on the bed.  

Joost, who was putting his t-shirt back on, turned quickly to her: “No, why?”   

Lottie raised her eyebrows in surprise. He did sound sincerely concerned.   

“I don't want you to keep a distance to their world, Lottie'" he said all in one go “You are an amazing performer and deserve every door to stay open for you, despite what happened to me last year.”  

The answer infuriated her. Was he so dumb?  

“I’m not going to partake in a manifestation that had such little care of my man.” she spat out, her voice higher than usual.  

My man . Joost felt the hair on his nape stand.  

"You went to trail, you were proven innocent, and they didn't even make an official statement about the matter. They didn't even apologize” Lottie's hands were moving all over in the air while talking, her Italian side came out at full force when she got emotionally involved.  

“I'm past it” Joost shrugged his shoulders, looking for his pants still somewhere on the floor “And I think you should do it." he added.  

“Well, I won't” she ended the discussion, back facing him, picking up the dress from the floor and sliding it down her body.  

"But I'm glad you are past it...” Lottie turned again to face him “We are invited to see Alessandro perform on Thursday night. Downtown, at the usual pub we go to him with".  

Alessandro Mahmoud. Joost remembered him fondly from a couple (or couples) of drinks they shared in Rome last winter. Alessandro won the most important Italian music festival and set on his way to Eurovision, for the second time in his career! He was a kind, brilliant artist and Joost was amazed by his composure while revealing him how little the whole Eurovision experience would mean for him.  

“I'm excited to try again, you know” Alessandro told him, in a confident broken English “ Cioè , I also have plans for the summer too: I'm making a shoot of my next videoclip in Sardegna, in the beaches that are not open to turists. That took a lot of energy to organize and finally we got the papers that we can shoot there. I was not expecting to win Sanremo, onestamente , però I'm happy to go to Switzerland”  

Joost envied his boldness and wished he got back the one that belonged to himself. The one he had before that ten months of hard work, no weekends and sleepless nights crashed in front of his eyes for the action of an inconsiderate technician.  

They toasted to Alessandro's success and wished him luck.  

Now here he was, on a late spring Thursday night, holding on his drink on one hand and on his girlfriend on the other while watching Alessandro Mahmoud giving an impossibly beautiful performance on the Eurovision stage. Even from the shitty TV screen of this pub he could feel that that was a winning performance.  

Joost couldn't help but wonder if one year before, the same people were watching him perform on a similar stage having the same thoughts. How many of them already forgot about the strange blue man that danced once, just once , on that stage? How many of them got curious and followed his career path for a while to then dismiss his art as an old social media trend?  

“Are you ok, amore ?”  

Joost forced himself out of his head to watch his girlfriend. He focused his gaze on the black choker that adorned her neck and nodded, smiling, hoping she would believe him. She didn't, but before she could express her concerns, the live show started again to announce the finalists of Eurovision 2025.  

Needless to say, Alessandro made his way to the final.  

Joost joined the cheerful screams of this pub in his now second home country and hugged Lottie tightly, kissing her head. Still something sting into him. The resentment of the lasts months was still present inside his head, making it difficult to enjoy this moment.  

He didn’t want to ruin it for anyone. He gulped down his shot of vodka and also the one she was about to bring to her lips. She stood there still, watching him taking the glass from her. With the same hand, she mentioned to the bartender over his shoulder to prepare two more.  

Carlotta brushed aside a strand of his hair.   

"It's ok, lieverd " she reassured him with a smile "I got you".  

She didn’t get him.  

Hissing through her teeth, balancing a cigarette in between her fingertips and watching the relentless needle poking her skin, she realized she didn't take care of him at all.  

"If you stay put it will hurt less" Joost kept her wrist in place, while working on the lines of the tattoo, eyes squeezing the concentration out of his alchoolh fogged brain. Lottie shook the extra adrenaline running in her body by tapping her foot on the floor, but kept her arm immobile.  

Alessandro gave a great performance at the second semi final and secured a place for Italy in the final of Saturday night.  

“We are celebrating him” Lottie and Joost kept saying to each other, guzzling down vodka lemons and dancing to the shitty mainstream songs the pub had on speakers. They stumbled back home after one too many drinks.   

Then the old ink and needles she was just to throw away while decluttering made their way out of the trash bag and on the kitchen table, poorly sanitized with the stove fire, and finally in Joost hand as she pointed him exactly where she wanted the home-made tattoo to be.  

Joost wiped the sensitive skin using his thumb to reveal a little black J on the inside of her wrist. Satisfied with his work, he placed a kiss on it, putting down the needle on the kitchen table and getting more comfortable on the chair. His pants were down to his knees, leaving him in his underwear. A little C made of black ink, matching her J, popped on the pale skin of the inside of his thigh. He brushed it briefly with his thumb. It almost didn't hurt anymore. She did a good job on it. Way better that what he did on her, he realized, sliding his pants back on.  

Lottie passed the half-smoked cigarette from her mouth to his mouth, before speaking: "What happened earlier, in there?” and she pointed at his forehead, mimicking his gestures of some days ago.  

“Nothing, really” he brushed it off, smoking the cigarette offered to him and searching for a new one already.  

"Really?” she pushed him, tilting her head on the side, acting dumb. If he believed she was too dumb for not noticing his lies, she might as well act the part. She stretched her legs, crossing ankles on top of his thigh. "Because I thought I saw you getting nervous, while the finalists were nominated. Are you... not happy Alessandro made the final?”  

“Off course I am” Joost, focused his eyes on lighting the new cigarette in between his lips. Anything to not have to lie to the love of his life while looking at her in the eye. He was fuming. Not because of Mahmoud, because of himself and how he was not recovering as he expected. Despite all the adventures he got to live in this past year, the pain still hurt like the first day. It made him miserable to think he would never recover from this. That not even someone extraordinary like Carlotta could wipe away his shame.  

“Or maybe you are just not ready to admit you still hurt”  

Joost raised his eyes to hers. She could read him like a fucking open book, the bitch.  

“I told you” He was really trying his best to act calm, despite the alcohol and the rage pumping in his veins “I’m over it.”  

"The fuck you are” She spat at him.  

Joost inhaled loudly through his nose, eyes still fixed in hers, what the hell she thought was doing?  

“Just admit it!” Lottie insisted “I'm not here to promise you everything will be all right, or that everything will be forgotten. I don't have these answers you so long for, but do not treat me like an idiot. Be honest with me: are you over it?”  

Joost couldn't answer. He knew the truth and couldn't allow himself to be vulnerable in front of her. He was not ready to face it himself. Scared of the pain, scare of her opinion on him: would she leave him again, if she found out he still couldn't properly sleep because of it? Every night he would drink herbal tea and count back from a hundred and do all that bullcrap in the faint hope to close his eyes and just doze off, but instead was met with the memories of what happened exactly one year ago.  

Unhappy with his answer, Lottie pushed with her toes on the exact spot on his thigh where his new tattoo stung, making him wince. Looking for a reaction. Any reaction.  

He jumped on his chair, surprised by the imminent pain that spread through his leg and the bratty smirk on his lover's face.  

“What a bitch...” Joost hissed.  

Without giving it much thought, he hooked a finger in her choker and pulled, hard. Her mouth came smashing on his, her eyes wide open from the surprise. He opened her mouth with his and tasted the liquor they have been consuming all night long. He let her mouth go, breathless, his index still firmly attached to her necklace. She bit down her puff bottom lip and looked straight through him with a challenging look.  

As he picked her up for the chair, she threw her head back in a drunkish laugh.  

Her back slammed on the bed with not much ceremony. Carlotta believed it was a clumsy movement because of their altered status, but as she met Joost eyes while climbing on top of her, she knew he did it on purpose.  

Each of his hands were planted in the mattress, each on one side of her head. Carlotta felt her heart skip a beat when one of his fingers casually moved to her neck, stroking way too gently the material of the choker he tested earlier.  

In an attempt to ease the mood, she moved her freshly tattooed hand towards his crotch. He blocked her wrist mid air, harshly, a hiss escaping her teeth for the second time this night as he tightened the grip on her arm.  

Joost eyes were surprisingly sharp considering the amount of alcohol that was swimming in his body. He tilted his head on the side, thinking his next move. Holding her wrist in one hand, he undid his belt with the other and quickly ran it free from the loops of his pants. It smacked the air with a satisfying whip sound. She watched him wrapping both her wrist together in the leather strip and pressing her arms in the mattress above her head. She grunted in discomfort, but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, he closed his other hand around her throat.  

His grip tightened very gently around the sides of her neck, making her already nervous pulse now race. Her windpipe vibrated under his touch, making him groan.  

Lottie saw in his eyes the anger slipping around his brain, slithering like a snake, planting gossips that bloomed into judgments in between his nerves. About not being enough, the weight of being a failure in front of the whole country. About not regaining the so much promised claim over a system that wanted him crushed. His unsatisfied need of control over something, over anything , that has been hunting him for months now. And she wanted nothing but comfort him, exactly in the way he needed.  

"Please..." she whimpered, tilting her head back, exposing herself more to him.  

He softened his grip and his eyes, sitting comfortably on his heels. His hand slid slowly from her neck to her chest, cupping a breast. She arched in his hands, desperate to get him to touch her bare skin.   

He slowly worked her blouse open, revealing the most delicate white lace bra. He toyed with the peak of her nipple with the tip of his thumb, enjoying her squirm under his touch. He pulled down the bra, her breasts overflowing, her nipples hardening in the fresh air. Her summer caramel skin tone was here a paler tint, made even creamier by the moon rays washing over the room. It made his mouth water. The warmth of his mouth on her nipple made Lottie moan, her eyes closed in bliss. She focused on his hands sliding down her ribcage, meeting the hem of her mini skirt and down more to her already severed stockings. She couldn't bother to remember when exactly during the night her outfit failed her. Not as he slid his fingers under the delicate material and pulled firmly on it. Carlotta let out a shriek of surprise at the ripping sound of her nylons being torn apart. Joost slid his hands under her thighs, pulling her hips into his lap. Without hesitation, he moved aside the material of her panties: his eyes fixed in her dark pool ones, that were now looking at him adoringly as he took his time to stroke her gently. If he was to make music with the sounds leaving her lips, he would have enough material to last him a lifetime. It made his head dizzy.  

All he saw in her gaze was devotion, surrender, even as she swirled her tongue around the two fingers he put in her mouth to lubricate. He swiftly returned his hand in between her legs, holding her hip with the other, and let Carlotta moaning dictate how deep and how fast he was to push those fingers inside her.  

“Please...” she sighed heavily as he arched his fingers in her. Her wrists were now resting on her naked chest, rubbing against each other, in a vain attempt to break loose from their constraint. Her full breasts rising and falling with every deep breath. Her mouth slightly open and her cheeks blushing red. It was the most divine view.  

“Put your hands over your head” he commanded. Carlotta’s mind was quickly addicted to the low tone of his voice and let it caress her ears, before reluctantly obeying.  

“Good...” He brushed her lips with his thumb, glossing it with a streak of her own fluids.  

This brief interaction was almost enough to make her loose herself completely. When he pushed inside her, she felt a new wave of pleasure rush over her leaving her grasping for breath and any kind of anchor, as her restrained arms didn’t allow much movement.  

Her body bounced on his lap, welcoming his movements, his fingers dipping in her sides and guiding her hips to his. His mind was soothed by the feeling or her warmth hugging his length, his eyes filled by her body squirming in delight beneath him, his ears by the sounds she made with each thrust. She let go of all vanity and pride to satisfy a need of his and found herself in complete bliss doing so.  

He let go of her just enough to make her turn on the mattress, lifting her hips in the air and kneeling behind her. He pushed with an open hand on the small of her back, making her arch so she was on her knees and elbows. The new angle of penetration sent shivers down her spine and sounds she never made escaped her mouth. Joost hold on the waistband of her skirt and tossed his head back, making sure to experience this moment at its fullest. His fingers slid in between her legs to merciless stroke her clit, until she was a bundle of moans under his body and his hand. She silenced a scream by pushing her face in the mattress, her fingers grasping at the sheets as much as they could, trying to anchor her body while her mind was losing any sense of decency under the endless stimulation. His eyes rolled in his head feeling the warmth of her juices overflowing from her orgasm, leaving him pushing in her with almost no friction.  

Joost pushed his whole body on her, so now she was pressed in between him and the mattress. Her arms trapped under her body. He hooked an arm around her shoulders to keep her head up, watching her as he worked on his own release pushing inside her once more. She turned her head and got caught in a sloppy kiss, which helped hide her dry moans while his thrusts shook her whole body. He let go with a deep groan and tightened his arm around her, making sure she didn’t move from him, while all the negativity that hunted him for months flown out of his body with his cum.  

Not wanting to hurt her, he moved away and helped her on her back again. Her makeup was smudged all over her face, now red from the effort and from the rough material of the sheets. Two tears ran from her eyes and wet her hair. Lottie showed him her wrists, silently asking to let her loose. Once freed, Joost kept her wrists in his hands planting kisses all over them. She smiled at him and then brushed her tears away.  

"I didn't mean to scare you” Joost breathed out, voice shaking, tears glimmering at the corner of his eyes. He turned his head away when he couldn't contain them anymore. Lottie was quickly sitting up and wrapping her arms around his chest, bringing him down with her again. He let the sobs shake his whole body, washing away all the tension he stored in his muscles and head, knowing he was safe in his lover's arms.  

"Please don't leave” he sobbed on her shoulder. Her mouth quick to cover his before answering: “I'm not going anywhere...”  

"No, I mean it” Joost insisted, sliding his arms around her back to hold her impossibly close, his eyes burning in hers: "Come live with me in Berlin.”  

Time stretched as Lottie hold her breath at the direct question- no, the request- he just dropped on her. Those blue pools of eyes, shimmering from crying, digging into her dark ones, searching for any sign of confirmation that this was not a one-sided relationship. That she needed him as much as he needed her.  

Because he needed her.  

The way she just challenged him to face his feelings and then took almost effortlessly his reaction, so wild, like he wanted to exorcise a demon that kept gnarling at his brain. And her sore muscles and bruised wrists were the testimony of how much she enjoyed taking it from him. But living together, settling down?  

Lottie peeled his arms from her body: “Joost... I don't think it's a good idea” Lottie swore she heard his heart crack, but she already started speaking her truth. "What would we even do in Berlin? Play pretend family?”  

“I'm not pretending.” He declared, firm, now sitting on the bed but still holding one of her wrists in his hand, like unable to physically let her go, too scared she would talk her way out of the bed, inside her clothes and possibly even out of her own house... Anything, not to have this conversation with him again.  

So Joost played it in counterattack. He was the one who got up from the bed, picking his pants and dressing while exiting the room. The whole evening events left Lottie speechless, she would have a big headache thinking about it in the morning, but for now she just kept her eyes up to the tall blond man who made his was out of the bedroom, cursing at the zip of his pants not working properly through the other rooms of the house, to then pace back to her bed, holding a small box in his hand.  

Lottie jumped up "Don't.”  

Joost stopped in the doorway, holding gaze with her, like one of those child games where if you blink, you lose. Game over. You must go back to the starting point, without collecting your prize, empty handed and try again, maybe next time you'll be lucky.  

But he was done playing. He blinked and she still was there, eyes wide open, an animal caught in the middle of the road at night by a speeding car.  

"Don't..." She repeated, softly, maybe mostly for herself. Lottie could not stop a desperate man for trying, for having a clear answer for once in his life, she also couldn't imagine how she could be his answer at all. Or maybe she was just a distraction, a toy, to keep his hands full and his balls empty while keeping his life unaltered, travelling the world and climbing his career ladder while she was expected to stay still for him.  

She didn't want that, she didn't want to be her mother. Lost in her tedious routine, unable to free herself from the expectations that were placed on her as the wife of a famous painter: a stable job to provide for the family as his income was instable, to be a present mother, to contribute to community, to be respectful to the maestro pittore that was not at all respectful of her or their marriage, dragging more models into his bed than what she could imagine. A level of sadness that dragged her to her tomb, way before the world “depression” was of common use. Freeing him to have his life somewhere else, trapping yet another grown woman with pretty words and a charismatic smile, one hand on her hip and the other in her wallet, and depriving a daughter of her mother.  

Joost walked up to her and placed the small box on her nightstand, closed.  

"What's happening in there?” he pointed with a finger to her forehead, his thumb just randomly aimed at the ceiling.  

-Just shoot me already... - she thought.  

"Don't ask me this” If she was to put an end to this relationship, tonight, at least she wanted complete honesty between each other. “Don't reduce me to an accessory, your accessory, don't ask me to be happy in your shadow.”  

“I want nothing of that” Joost kneeled at the side of the bed, more to be on the same eye level, but still they noticed how fitting the gesture was to this situation. “I love you, Lottie. My existence is split in two: one is with, and one is without you. That's the only way recognize time. And I'm done being without you. We can do it our way, start our own traditions... Let's start fresh, come to Berlin.”  

Lottie listened to his speech keeping her eyes set on the picture that he stole from her grandma's room and placed on her nightstand. It was little after her mom died, she was four and sent to live to a unknow town with those grandparents she didn't meet a lot before. They didn't like her father, so her mom had put a distance between her new family and her original one. But still they welcomed that scared, scarred, little girl in their house and made it a home for her. In the picture she was sitting on her grandma's knees and both of them were looking intently at the camera, grandma had an arm around her waist to keep her safe from falling. Grandma had an everyday ring, a small thing made of gold, with a precious shiny green gem and Lottie remembered being very fond of it. She spent the firsts days in silence in the new house, trying to get used to the situation, and grandma would make sure to always hold her little hand in her already old one, staying in silence with her.  

Just being.  

In the shininess of that gem, in the surprising softness of that stranger hand enveloping hers, that baby found comfort and security.  

Joost dared one hand out and wrapped is fingers around hers.  

Lottie moved her eyes to his blue ones. This was going to hurt...  

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Rain was pouring down for hours, but people still were lining up outside the venue, wrapped in their raincoat and using their backpack to cover their heads. Joost was moved, he personally went out there to give away some rain covers provided by the venue and umbrellas, stopping here and there for a selfie, acting his usual silly trying to keep the mood up.  

He ran backstage once he felt everyone was as happy as they could, keeping a hand firm on the side pocket of his pants, where his phone was. It was a habit in these days: he would usually be one to forget his phone anywhere, but know he needed to know where it was at every hour of the day.  

He left Italy alone. Without a ring and without Lottie. With his heart heavy and his brain scrambled.  

Throwing himself into work was the only solution to his sleepless nights and a good distraction to keep his hands busy, too. He promised himself not to be the first one to reach out to Lottie, trying to give her the time to make a decision about their future. She asked him for time, and he kept the best composure he could to nod at her request, pack his bag and leave, only to crumble once back in his home country. Luckily some friends picked him up for the airport: he didn't remember calling them or how he got home, or what day it was, but for the next few weeks there was always somebody in his apartment, making sure he ate, brushed his teeth and slept. Encouraging him to take daily walks. Feeding him insignificant gossip from the music world. Keeping him distracted. He must have looked like a mess, he sure felt as such.  

They tried to take his phone away too, but he threw a fuss about it. He was not to miss a call from her, when it came.  

-I f it comes - he thought.  

He shook his head vigorously, pumping up his nerves for the show. He picked the microphone they gave him, unplugged his brain, and just let muscles memory to it all for him.  

It did the trick. He exchanged the microphone for a bottle of water and a towel and sat backstage to catch his breath. It went good, he showed a thumbs up to the crew and everybody seemed satisfied. He felt satisfied, almost like back in himself, and it felt good.  

Especially during Antwoord, the audience loved that song. They sang and jumped so hard he felt the ground tremble under his feet. For a moment he thought he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket too...  

He quickly reached for it, dropping his water and making a mess on the floor. It didn't matter. Nothing did now, as he read the notification: " @carlottamorettisinger tagged you in a post ”.  

Joost opened Instagram, immediately he was met with the latest's posts of Lottie's show. He carefully checked every picture of the gallery, focusing on her face and expression, trying to read anything behind the scenic smile she plastered on her mouth for the show.  

As he approached the last picture, his mouth opened agape.  

She gave the finger to the camera, showing a ring, his ring, the tag made it very clear for everybody to see. A small thing made of gold with a green gem, proudly sitting on her middle finger. Her mouth scrunched up, like when blowing a kiss.  

He smiled uncontrollably at the phone.  

It was a start.   

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Thank you for being here, it was a long one but needed to give them closure!

This was Neon war paint, and you can find:

pt1 here

pt 2 here

Thanks again,

Yellow

[lets-try-some-writing]

Oooh, okay. How about Halley’s Comet (or some other comet out there) is a baby Titan floating around. And when Earth sees them: Earth: Can we keep them!? Moon: Yes darling! Unicron: No! Why would you- Moon: Earth. Gets. What. She. Wants. Comet Titan: Hello! I like to explore!

Hello yes time for more lore.

Titans ceased to be forged shortly after the fall of the Predacons. No one knows why, but some suspect that the reason is simply because Primus decided there were enough of them. Long lived as they are, Titans are not exactly prolific. But they don't need to be. They serve their purpose until they no longer have the ability. They are, in a sense, a temporary thing to give the rest of Primus's children a safe haven until they can stand on their own pedes.

Halley's Comet broke the long agreed upon understanding that Titans were no longer being forged. She was forged with the last generation of sparklings to emerge from the Well. At the time, she was about the size of a warframe. She grew up alone in the remnants of abandoned cities and starports and saw the ravages of war as she grew larger. The lack of energon made her small. Her systems couldn't support more than a few dozen citizens at most. This upset her a degree, but it instilled in her a desire to seek out somewhere she could serve. She was the size of the Arc, and while not a shabby size at all, she did not match up to even little Pluto. She vaguely sensed that she was too small, but to her young mind, that was alright.

When the Exodus occurred, Halley fled with the rest. There was no use hiding any longer, not when those who would make her a tool were no longer present. She did not know what she was, but she was fine with that. She took to the stars eager to understand herself and explore. What base coding she had told her that there were others like her scattered in the void beyond. As such, she was excited to begin her hunt for her as of yet unknown siblings.

She travelled the stars, pausing only to rest and recover in the orbit of passing stars. She passed by worlds where Titans gave their lives to establish Cybertronian colonies. Some were active and greeted Halley with reverence. Others were long dead. Those ones Halley took time to traverse until she found the shell of her deceased brethren. From the dead she took pieces of their plating to graft into her own. She soon became a living memorial to the glories of times long past. She took pride in her work.

Eventually. she found a Cybertronian starship headed in the direction of Earth. She did not know that at the time, but having explored the surrounding sectors, she decided to tail the ship. She followed from a safe distance and only broke away when she spotted Pluto doing his usual patrol. Their interaction went about as well as expected.

Pluto: YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE!

Halley: Oh! Hello brother!

Pluto: Brother? Wait, are you one of us?

Halley: I am not too sure! But you feel like a brother of mine!

Pluto: *Pluto exe is not working* I need to get Mars. Don't go anywhere little Titan.

Mars: *literally just woke up from a nap* WHAT IS IT-!

Halley: Hello! :D

Mars: ...

Mars: I suppose we have a little sister now.

Halley doesn't stay too long. She still likes to travel. But she stops by when she can. She adores Earth, and Earth loves her in turn. Earth may or may not have quietly adopted her, much to Moon's agitation since he doesn't like sharing more attention than necessary. Halley has continually praised Moon for his choice in partners because of her adoration for the green covered world. Moon is warming up to her slowly.

Quietly, he calls her Daughter of my Beloved and Sister of my Spark.

Halley does not know this, but when she needs a place to rest, Moon will gladly offer the dark side of his frame for her to get some much needed recharge.

[beevvy]

Guys

I was thinking up some dark world forms for the lu cast and came up with some good ones plus backstory and reasons supporting my choices

I wanted to keep them all as mammals for the continuity (legends bunny and twi's wolf are both mammals) and its just easier to create limitations for myself to be more creative!

((and i tried to pick animals that existed in their original games,

But some games ( zelda I & II, I'm looking at you ) didn't really have any passive animals to choose from, so i'm following this rule only for some/most of them))

here are the results: ( warning: very long)

Twilight:

Wolf

(kinda obvious, no explanation needed)

Legend:

Pink rabbit/hare (he seems more rabbit/hare then bunny in my mind?) but i thought, what if i had to choose a realistic animal?

I think he would still be a rabbit, but an albino rabbit, his eyes red and with white fur, at least thin enough that you can notice a little pink from his skin to have a slightly visible pink-ish hue.

Time:

(ghost?) Wolf; i think being a ghost wolf after death, he probably still have the same form when he was alive too?

he never uses it in any game he's in (like Oot or Mm) other then Twilight Princess (taking place after he died)

I couldn't find any better leads or clues suggesting any other form, so I'll stick with this, maybe for a realistic animal he would be some kind of like timber wolf ( just a big kind of wolf) that is a golden/ light brown colour with white underbelly.

Hyrule:

(the idea that created this list in the first place...)

Sheep!; the sheep would have brown wool like Rulies hair, (my hc is his hair is curly, or at least wavy, like a sheep, but anyway) he's innocent and quiet like a sheep, and the main selling point: the blood of a lamb. Lambs blood was often used in (very) olden times, on an altor as offerings to God.

(also link in these games was originally religious ( specifically Christian), and the lamb is a religious symbol( Christian at least))

Hyrules blood is sought after by Ganons underlings as a way to resurrect Ganon, using hyrules blood as an offering / way to resurrect ganon, the reincarnation of a god, in a ceremony on an altor.

Wind:

Winds animal was a harder one to choose because there arent much mammals in his games, other than the ones you dont see but are mentioned or hinted at existing still even after the great flood.

Cats, think about it, he makes those cat meowing noises when hes stalking that girl at night in Wind Waker., so they must exist for him to know what meowing is ( there might actually already be a cat in one of his games but i never played phantom hourglass (😭) and haven't seen any in my playthroughs of Wind Waker)

Supporting facts to back up my reasoning: He was taking a nap during the day, even if it was his birthday. Big black eyes that are vaguely cat-like, and just the generally goofy feeling i get from him in-game and especially LU. ( HES SO SILLY AND CUTE AND AAA-)

Wild:

Highland Fox; sometimes people chose a deer for his dark world animal form, while i think it fits, i wanted his form to have more resemblance to Wolfie (who is in Botw, as a companion) sort of a cool representation of his mentor/guide?

Foxes and distinct enough but also close enough to fit the bill of 'close enough' (and foxes are more on the dog/wolf side than cat side, apparently)

Also, highland foxes exist in Botw + Totk, and the bright orange of their fur is similar to Wilds blonde hair, in its bright, almost unnatural boldness, opposite the lush green of the landscape.

Warriors:

Lion; fights in groups, lion mane is like his blue scarf, golden fur is like his hair, you know that like personified stereotype that lions are egotistical and self centeredness? reminded me of him.

sorry for the short answer, i don't know much about Wars, never played *any* of his games (😭😭😭) so I'm just going of LU, and the majority of what people portray him as in the fandom ( I DON'T OWN ANY OF HIS GAMES NOOO-)

Sky:

Remlet; Sky seems to like them, their native to his home, Skyloft, and they nap all day. They are cute and cheerful, and when their angry, they can be vicious and frightening, like Sky.

Realistic animal: Siamese, they share lots of similarities with remlets, their light brown and dark chocolate fur match and the bright round eyes are identical to a remlets.

Four:

i would've chosen Picori, but thats not really an animal, thats a whole race of small centient beings! so I'll have to go with a chipmunk.

Small, lives in forestry, multiple different colours, has a tail like minish, dexterous small hands good for holding things, smart, agile, and similar in shape to Minish.

woah. just let my acoustic ahh ramble for a second there.

[ppnuggie]

Mtmte ratchet x NB Reader nap time cuddles plz n ty.

　　　　　　RATCHET x gn reader

　　　　『　ratchet ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> naptime with ratch <3

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, comfort

　　— tysm for requesting !! :3 feel free to reblog or give any comments / feedback ! <3 i enjoy reading them and seeing my work spread !

| • ratchet is always onto you about sleeping ,, asking if you got enough and if you didnt hes quick to scold you

| • especially if you stay up late ,, have insomnia ,, or just cant sleep easily in general

| • its only then first aid pipes in with an idea ,, that you should start to take a nap or two throughout the day

| • and while it worked at first ,, it became harder over time to fall asleep easily like that

| • so cue to you asking ratchet to take naps with you

| • hes an old bot who works way too hard ,, harder than he needs to ,, hes seen his share of war and the memories of them latch deep into his mind

| • he only accepts if you persuade him into saying itll help you fall asleep faster

| • and boy is it true ,, because the moment you cuddle up to him under your blanket on his berth ,, youre out like a light

| • and ratchet gets a peaceful nap ,, you get some sleep in and become well rested for the rest of the day until your bedtime

| • it's probably some of the most sleep ratchet ends up getting since a while

| • and whether he wants to admit it or not ,, hes grown used to you and your cuddles ,, as have you

| • the warmth from his armor acts as a nice heater in a way ,, putting you to sleep almost instantly

| • and for ratchet ,, the peace and quiet and your affectionate cuddling has him dimming his optics

| • if you miss your nap time ,, ratchet will end up being quite displeased ,, first aid even said that ratchet was somehow even more grumpier that day than usual

| • so please dont miss your nap time with him :(

[tartsinarat]

He’s just a lil creature

Unlike Belos’s cursed form, Pip actually has two versions. The one drawn here is when he has enough magic stored inside, is a Frankenstein-ed up mess between a basilisk and whatever Belos’s curse in canon is meant to be but because curses in general aren’t explained in explicit detail (especially belos’s one) I thought it would be neat to attempt to give it a cool headcanon

so my idea of what creature these two got stuffed with is something that’s nicknamed a “false Titan” which are a long extinct species of demon? (They might be a sub category of titan though I’m not too sure yet :/) that evolved to mimic titans in order to better hunt their children as well as hunt smaller species of titan that don’t grow to be giants, these guys ended up getting killed off in the war between archivists and titans because the archivists couldn’t tell the difference between the two species but one archivist eventually did and captured one of them for safe keeping/ preserving.

Evelyn was a seller of all kinds of dangerous magical artefacts and human items, she mostly used her business as fun hobby as well to help Caleb with starting their carving business that they wanted to do together because Evelyn running around exploring dangerous ruins wasn’t a good idea because they obviously were planning on starting a family together. Uh that kind of failed spectacularly ngl when the whole fight between Caleb and Philip started so Evelyn in revenge literally grabbed every curse she had in storage and just murked Philip with them after seeing Caleb dead, one of the curses just so happened to be the “false titan” which Philip wasn’t able to remove.

So The reason why Belos snacks on palisman is because they’re grown from using titan magic as well as they have healing properties so like how Eda eats voles, Belos is addicted to eating titan magic because of the curse, also by having the glyphs carved into his arms he fucked himself over even more because the glyphs need to have magic/ energy to function but that then causes the curse to get more agitated and causes the slime/rotting

Obviously Pip ended up getting cursed too because it got passed onto him but due to him being a weird amalgamation of grimwalker parts and basilisk, Pip isnt really interested in eating titan magic and can eat most magic just fine, so King or palisman aren’t in danger around him… but he is carnivorous and has to actually eat the creature to drain the magic rather than just inhaling it Kirby style like how basilisks do

A fun fact about that is that Luz just assumed that Pip just casually eating raw meat was just a witch thing until she learned more about witch diets/ foods and was somewhat horrified and intrigued by what the fuck is up with Pip even more. It’s even funnier when they all eventually go the human realm and Pip is just like this with a piece of raw meat or something

and Luz got so desensitised to Pip and his horrifying habits that she completely forgot to give a heads up to Camila, who at that time just assumed that Pip was just a normal human that was brought into the boiling isles or something and so she was completely taken off guard that out of the gang Pip is the least human/ knowledgeable in acting as a human, she’s mostly fine with it afterwards and only sets a few rules like making sure to not leave blood everywhere but she does almost have a heart attack seeing Pip’s cursed form just napping on the sofa like a weird giant cat

a wild GH masterpost link has appeared!

[margoshamangolord]

FOLKS I FINISHED BEAST WARS (thoughts and spoilers under cut)

1. The timeline is absolutely unique, i love how optimus and megatron aren't even optimus and megatron and how bw relates to g1

2. The graphics will never be an issue to me, it's more than enough for the time period and it's much more than watchable. I'm in love with the slimy cgi and didn't pay much attention to the quality. All i can see is designers and animators having fun

3. I think that the designs gradually got a little fucked up but it's okay

4. I really enjoyed Blackarachnia's character, she was so interesting for me! I'm not aware of the fandom's general opinion on her but she's my special girl now

5. There was like at least 5 times more on-screen gay kissing than straight kissing

6. If you didn't understand how insane i am about dinotrap from my previous posts then now i can say it's my #1 pairing,, i rarely have a fav ship when i watch something because of The Multishipper Curse that makes me think about too much characters together but for bw specifically i have a favourite. Usually I'm a little turned away from dynamics that are built on characters insulting each other but it's a special case, because they definitely share a bond and i can ramble for hours

7. Bw optimus is my 3rd place fav after tfp and tfa respectively (because they're a classic) (even though i know it's not even him) he's very much of a Some Guy who is Hungry And Needs a Nap and i like how he's just. a person. like a leader but he's just a guy come on. probably for the same reasons i love tfa op, i like seeing him get mean and angry and worried and yelling at his team and then understanding that he was wrong. my man

8. The predacons are so chaotic it's insane. The lack of a (main character i mean) Starscream is not noticed because there's not one con trying to take over, not two, not three, but I'm pretty sure everyone in the whole goddamn team has attempted it at least one time during the show.

9. And, with lack of Starscream, Megatron took all the cuntiness for himself. He stands out insanely among other continuities (again it's not him so). That voice? Thanks David Kaye!!! He's doing the whole dramatic hot villain thing that Tumblr loves, with blood baths and everything, and it deserves to be noticed. Megop is the classic tumblr dramatic villain x tired hero stuff you see in like 2016 writing prompts and everything. Megatron is insane here

10. I really enjoyed Dinobot. I cannot say this loud enough but he is my second fav after Rattrap because he's a really interesting and conflicted character. You see him as inherently evil? He does a beautiful gesture of kindness. You see him as good? He fails to disobey his nature. It goes on and on until his last eps. The betrayal? I was sobbing. That scene when he's on his knees with a sword? It fucked me up. The episode ending had me on the FLOOR.

11. I'm conflicted on dinobot 2 because on one hand, i do appreciate how it is shown how actually fucked up megatron and his schemes are. He's insane, and he's obsessed: he doesn't try to make any super soldier or whatever, but specifically wants to bring back dinobot and make him stay. And he fails, because it *is* dinobot deep inside, and that brings him down; his real sense of honor. He won't stay. His sacrifice was insane. But on the other hand, i actually didn't want Dinobot to be actually brought back. Sounds very nice but i think his actual death was really a point to his character that made me love him more. And when i saw Dinobot 2, i was kinda hoping that he would be an empty shell, an attempt, that it would be a plan Megatron put too much hope into, and that it's *not* dinobot, just a copy without a mind. Maybe im just weird sorey

12. Transmutate is gender

13. I love rhinox but it's sad that they didn't make him stand out as a character like the other maximals. He rarely got to be a main character, and even when he got to, he was just the butt of a joke and didn't get to build relationships and resolve personal problems like his teammates did. Or maybe i just wasn't looking at the screen when he did who knows. He's my big weird man

14. I enjoyed Tigatron and his conflict about the conflict so much

15. I'm actually sometimes a little disoriented/lost when watching something so i just straight up didn't notice half the character deaths??? I was just wondering where they went and then went oh.

16. who the Vok are the Vok. I wish they weren't Just Mysterious Aliens but more than that

17. Why did they keep making all of the characters so trans it's not funny im in tears

18. Beast wars was absolutely made for goddamn freaks im sorry. i loved it

19. I think everyone at the studio was gay for megatron. Why else did they animate the scene where he's in the bath wiggling his dinosaur toes

20. WASPINATOR FUCKING HAPPY AT LAST